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Don't Hate, Litigate! ⚖️ MASTERLIST.

Let's say...you're in a bit of a pinch. Maybe your wife wants to divorce you, or you've (allegedly) been involved in third-degree murder. You are entitled to an attorney - whether or not it's a good attorney is out of our control.

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Don't Hate, Litigate! - Choi Seungcheol. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Altair ( @haologram ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: Choi Seungcheol is smart - he is, he's gone through all of life's curveballs with his head held high and his girlfriend by his side. However, when six of the major curveballs just so happen to be the bar exam, he's not sure he can win. ⚖️ Witnesses: Paralegal!Choi Seungcheol x Law Student!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: High School Sweethearts AU, DILF!Cheol. Angst, Fluff, Smut. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

Family Practice - Yoon Jeonghan. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Cam ( @highvern ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: After separating from your high school sweetheart Jeonghan years ago, you're finally ready to start dating again. But he certainly isn't. ⚖️ Witnesses: Ex-Husband!Divorce Lawyer!Yoon Jeonghan x Ex-Wife!Couples Therapist!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Exes to Lovers/Second Chance Romance. Smut, Angst, Comedy. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

Unveiling Hearts: The Law of Attraction - Joshua Hong. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Bee ( @idyllic-ghost ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: Two former law school rivals are forced to confront their past and present when they end up working together at the same firm. As old tensions resurface, their professional and personal lives become entangled, leading to unexpected challenges. Through rivalry and collaboration, they navigate the complexities of their relationship and careers, discovering that some connections are meant to be re-examined. ⚖️ Witnesses: Lawyer!Joshua Hong x Lawyer!Fem!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Rivals to Lovers, Coworkers to Lovers, Lawyer AU. Romance, Smut, Fluff, Angst. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

How To Cancel Your Faustian Bargain - Wen Junhui. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Jewel ( @ugh-yoongi ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: As the devil, you’re more than happy to grant favors in exchange for someone’s soul, and you’re known for having the most iron-clad contracts around. Which is why Wen Junhui—the scene’s newest contract attorney hell-bent on returning all those souls you’ve acquired—is really starting to piss you off. ⚖️ Witnesses: Contract Attorney!Wen Junhui x Devil!Fem!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Enemies to Lovers, Lawyer AU. Crack, Fluff, Smut, ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

Elevatory - Kwon Soonyoung.

⚖️ Court Reporter: Hana ( @wqnwoos ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: You were once in love with Kwon Soonyoung, and it’s incredibly hard to avoid that fact when he works literally two offices down from you. It’s even harder to avoid when you’re stuck in a broken elevator with him for hours, and he seems determined to dissect everything that went wrong three years ago. ⚖️ Witnesses: Lawyer!Kwon Soonyoung x Fem!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Exes AU, Coworkers AU. Angst, Fluff. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

Legalities and Such - Jeon Wonwoo. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Yannie ( @wonuwoe ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: Wonwoo deliberately kept his distance from you, his best friend's little sister. Changkyun might be easygoing, but a secret Wonwoo found out during high school was enough for him to ignore your existence throughout university and law school. All that changes when Changkyun enlists his help that forces you both to work together for his sake; where Wonwoo finds himself wondering if he can still find the person he once rejected all those years ago. ⚖️ Witnesses: Lawyer!Jeon Wonwoo x COO!Fem!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Lawyer AU, Brother's Best Friend AU. Drama, Smut, Angst. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

Killer Courtship - Lee Jihoon. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Nana ( @bitchlessdino ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: If you were lucky enough in love, you'd end the doomed engagement before it stirs up in inevitable divorce. If you were unlucky, however, you'd end up going to your divorce attorney ex for a different marriage you're trying to get out of. Bonus points if you're a murder suspect. ⚖️ Witnesses: Divorce Lawyer!Lee Jihoon x Ex-Fiancée!Fem!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Exes to Lovers, Second Chance Romance, Murder Mystery AU. Romance, Smut, Fluff, Angst. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

Recess- Lee Seokmin. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Sky ( @drunk-on-dk ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: The day Seokmin passed the bar exam before you did was the beginning of your revenge story. He was always the less serious one, less studious, and, unfortunately for you, he won’t ever let you live it down. One day, when Seokmin is assigned a complex case, you are chosen as his co-counsel, and you can’t help but feel that tinge of annoyance you felt years ago. ⚖️ Witnesses: Attorney!Lee Seokmin x Attorney!Fem!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Lawyer AU, Coworkers to Lovers AU, Opposites Attract. Fluff, Angst, Smut. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

The Accidents - Kim Mingyu. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Mitchie ( @seokgyuu ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: Mingyu loves being a lawyer. Feels like that job is made for him. At least until you join the company he works at and turn his life upside down by being… extremely clumsy. With every accident happening to you at work, Mingyu is convinced you‘re only on this earth to torment him. It doesn‘t help his case at all that you just so happen to be the cutest thing he‘s ever seen. ⚖️ Witnesses: Lawyer!Kim Mingyu x Fem!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Coworkers to Lovers, Romantic Comedy AU. Smut. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

The Devil's Advocate - Xu Minghao. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Altair ( @haologram ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: Minghao is never going to be the first to admit he's unhappy in his loveless marriage. He married for convenience, sure, but he still cares about his wife and would never go out of his way to hurt her in any manner. That is, until you've suddenly begun catching his attention. ⚖️ Witnesses: Divorce Lawyer!Xu Minghao x Intern!Fem!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Coworkers to Lovers, Loveless Marriage AU. Angst, Romance, Smut. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

Beyond The Yellow Tape - Boo Seungkwan. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Cam ( @dddino-saur ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: If there is one thing Y/N is good at, it’s unraveling a mystery. When her job as the writer behind an anonymous column for the crime magazine - Beyond The Yellow Tape - leads to her being assigned the coverage of a high profile murder trial, the very trial her best friend and roommate is the acting prosecuting attorney on, her secret becomes harder to keep hidden. Will the truth and things that have gone left unsaid be a line drawn in the sand? ⚖️ Witnesses: Criminal Attorney!Boo Seungkwan x Journalist!Fem!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Friends/Roommates to Lovers, Lawyer AU. Angst, Fluff, Suggestive. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

Eyes That See The Truth - Hansol Vernon Chwe. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Nabi ( @jenoslutie ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: Things are never really easy for you, trials and tribulations may as well be on your resume. When things get too easy and you take 'young, wild and free' a little too far, you're faced with yet another nasty breakup and a custody battle. And to make matters worse? The person who has to fight for you (and strip you of all your money) just so happens to be your ex-boyfriend. ⚖️ Witnesses: Lawyer!Vernon Chwe x Ex!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Exes to Lovers AU, Single Parent AU. Angst, Smut, RomCom. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

Risk Another Goodbye - Lee Chan. [🚨]

⚖️ Court Reporter: Jess ( @the-boy-meets-evil ) ⚖️ Submitted Evidence: You're exactly where you want to be in your career. You're at a firm that feels perfect. Or it was. Enter: Lee Chan. It's been 3 years since you've seen the ex that broke your heart and now he's going to be working alongside you. ⚖️ Witnesses: Lawyer!Lee Chan x Lawyer!Reader ⚖️ Exhibits: Lawyer AU, Exes to Rivals/Coworkers to ???. Angst, Fluff, Smut. ⚖️ Read Court Report Here!

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[syneilesis]

[fic] A Summer Affair

A Summer Affair

Ikemen Genjiden | Kitsuji Sueharu x f!Reader | E | 6k words

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Or: five encounters with the man who calls you ohime-sama.

A/N: Shoutout to @midnightmiscreant for giving me inspiration to write this fic! My first legit full-length smut fic. Please be gentle with me lmao. I stopped reading Sueharu's route at chapter 5-6 so I can't guarantee the accuracy of his characterization (and the accuracy of anything in this fic full stop). Horny first before in-character-ness.

Tagging @m-mmiy @aquagirl1978 @altairring @thewitchofbooks ! Hope you enjoy this lmao and sorry in advance 😂

Content tags/warnings: honorifics/title kink, cunnilingus, PIV sex, creampie, competence kink (vague, from Sueharu's side), sexual tension, resolved sexual tension, possible OOC, excessive use of em dash

1.

Your father brings you to one of his most important negotiations to date. Observe, he had said, sliding his critical eye over you to make sure you're listening, which you were, restraining the urge to grab your yukata tight—from nerves and from the responsibility.

The place he's going to is a shop that sells different kinds of things. There are clothes displayed, colorful yukata and obi that steal the attention of passers-by, an undeniable allure that seduces customers to whip out their purse and purchase their chosen temptation. Other aisles, there are medicinal ingredients, brushes and ink, and many more that you wonder how this store has not crushed other competitors yet. It makes you wonder, then, about the owner of this establishment.

“Please come in here,” the shopkeeper who's welcomed you earlier says, gesturing to a passageway that leads to a backroom. Away from other perusing customers, whose voices gradually fade into the walls, and your footsteps remain, soft and quiet against the floor.

When the corridor reveals another room—darker in color scheme, more apropos for business negotiations—you spot a man lounging about behind a table. He lifts his head at your father's arrival, a ready smile in place. Then he sweeps his gaze at the people trailing your father—you at the end of the line. He raises a brow—and you know how you look among the stern-faced men who entered first—but nonetheless his lips remain in an upward curve—and if your eyes don't deceive you, it even stretches further.

“Kitsuji-dono,” your father begins, bowing lightly from where he stands. The action pushes your own eyebrows up; you know your father to be firm and imperious. Respect only comes when he has gauged a person's worth through their deeds and conviction. And to see this respect directed towards a younger man surprises you, somewhat.

Kitsuji waves his hand, his movements light and—you sense—deliberately aimed to make people feel at ease. “There is no need for formalities. Come sit.” He gestures across the table, and your father follows. His assistants remain standing a few steps behind, and you maintain another step behind them.

Then it starts. The assistants murmur among themselves about some supply or other. You try your best to keep up, but there is still a long way to go before you can stand proudly right next to your father.

Observe: you concentrate on the main negotiators' facial expressions. Your father with his ever-craggy countenance, designed to intimidate; Kitsuji's, however, is loose, relaxed, with a lace of challenge underneath that lazy smirk. He's very different from your father—negotiation style different—but perhaps that is why he's won your father's respect.

In the middle of their argument, you catch Kitsuji flit his gaze to you. A quick, fleeting thing, easily missed. It's as if it didn't happen at all, but you know it did, because you can't deny the skip of your heartbeat when his eye—sharp, shrewd—finds yours in spite of the important discussion. There's no reason for his attention to wander.

The negotiations prolong enough for Kitsuji to suggest a break. A shopkeeper appears, serving tea for him and your father, who accepts the offer most graciously. The assistants excuse themselves to evaluate the progress so far, and you follow them outside.

They don't stay inside the shop, wary of Kitsuji's men who could overhear. But you decide to remain, instead browsing among the products sold. One of the yukata captures your interest, its intricate patterns reminding you of your hometown. It draws your fingers in to trace the patterns, a reminiscent slowness that has your memories of childhood resurfacing.

So occupied with the yukata that you fail to sense the approaching man.

“Do you like it?” a low, warm voice says almost next to your ear. The sleeves of your yukata brush against his.

It's a blessing that you don't shriek and jump, but it's an almost thing.

Beside you, Kitsuji offers an inviting smile. “They tell me that you're the daughter of my esteemed guest. An honor to grace the meeting with your radiant presence, ohime-sama.”

Ohime-sama. A spark jolts at your spine, hot and strange that has you squirming in your place and averting your eyes.

You part your lips for a reply, but nothing comes out. Bewildered, speechless, you just shrug, mumbling some collection of sounds that mean nothing at all.

Kitsuji's smile persists, as if knowing his effect on you. And that smarts your pride. Part of being a good negotiator is being able to withstand external force in any shape or form. Grace under pressure. A little flirting shouldn't affect you like this. 

Just as you have finally mustered enough nerves to shoot him a decent comeback, Kitsuji continues: “It's very admirable to see someone's daughter inheriting the family business. Does this mean I will get to see you more in the future?”

Your jaws click shut. He's good at this. So very good, in fact, that you're left answering with complete honesty.

“I suppose,” you answer helplessly. “I only wish to be helpful to my father. He's the only one I have left.”

That takes Kitsuji slightly aback, if the little flinch is an indication. Too much sincerity, perhaps? Can this be considered a victory?

You never get to find out his reply, because this is when your father calls your name, signaling of your abrupt departure. You look to Kitsuji, wide-eyed and questioning, and he just grins, silently mouthing your name, testing the syllables for himself.

“Well, then,” he says. “It seems like the negotiation has concluded.”

“But—how?”

Another call of your name. You turn to go to your father.

And then—Kitsuji says, “I'll see you soon?”

You pause, giving it serious thought.

“If fate allows it. Good day, Kitsuji-dono.”

“Sueharu.”

“Pardon?”

The smile Kitsuji presents you now is roguishly charming, his eye dancing with amusement.

“Call me Sueharu.”

You have no appropriate reply to that, so all you can answer him is an aborted smile and the galloping of your heart.

2.

In a few days it will be your father's birthday, and you're darting around the market, searching for the perfect gift.

It's almost mid-summer, the sun high up and challenging your tolerance for heat and humidity. Everywhere you go there are people sweating and people fanning themselves in the heat. If you could, you would, too, but a little sweat won't deter you from acquiring a worthy present for the father who has raised you since you were little.

A kimono? A wakizashi? A sumptuous meal? There are plenty of choices, but you feel, this time, that they are not fit enough for the smoky, dignified air that permeates around him.

A writing set—that may be a better choice. You've heard him once complain about the state of his current one. Perhaps it's time to replace it, and what could be a better occasion than on his birthday?

“Ohime-sama,” a voice—low and silver—breathes on your temple, and the way your spine tingles, you know whose voice it belongs to.

“Kitsuji-dono,” you acknowledge, stubbornly looking at the wares in front of you and ignoring the proximity between your hand and his sleeve.

“Ah, didn't I say that you can call me Sueharu?” he says, amusement lilting his words.

“I must give respect to those whom my father respects.”

“And you must respect my desires, as one whom you give respect to.”

Your eyebrows scrunch. Such a sly man. But still.

“... Kitsuji-san,” you allow.

Next to you, Kitsuji lets out a disbelieving chuckle. “A compromise? Fine, I'll accept.” And that's when you decide to turn around. In your movement your hand accidentally brushes his. He's adorning that crooked smirk, as though there's something he finds entertaining, almost hedonistic and indulgent in the geometry of his lips. “What are you looking for?”

“A gift.”

His smirk widens even further. “For who? For me?”

“For my father.”

“Ah.” He leans back, and makes a show of thinking, a loose fist on his chin, eye drawing closed. “What do you have in mind?”

You've only seen him once or twice, and to reveal something to him that's personal hinders your openness towards him. And Kitsuji senses that reluctance, that wariness, because he opens his eye again and sheds the loftiness that layers his movements, his expression. The smile he presents you now is subdued, but nevertheless generous.

“I may be able to help, ohime-sama.”

“You can start by not calling me that.”

“Oh, but you like it, don't you?” he says, boldly. And that takes you by surprise—the way he just tells you directly, confidence wrapped in a sly gaze, a canted hip. A precise, pitched tone. “And you are, you know,” he adds. “A princess. A precious one, at that.”

You don't know what to reply to that, so you just answer his previous question. “A writing set—I'm looking for a writing set.”

He nods in understanding. “Ah, an excellent choice of gift. I know exactly what your father would like.”

And you know exactly what he'll say next, so you beat him to the punch.

“And what is the catch?”

“Hm?”

“The catch,” you repeat, monitoring his reaction. “You can't offer me something like that without getting something in return. There's a reason you told me that, right?”

“Clever girl,” he says, his eye narrowing in delight. “I can give you a high quality writing set if ... you and I have a lovely dinner together.”

“Dinner?”

And Kitsuji's expression melts into something soft, almost fond.

“I'm not that easy,” you say.

“I know. That's why I'm making an effort.”

“And I'm finding your effort lacking.”

Kitsuji laughs. He laughs like the summer sun. Then that tender look is back again.

“Then I'll get serious,” he says. “Get ready to negotiate.”

3.

On the way to your hometown, you're attacked by bandits.

You only have your one bodyguard with you, and you're both astride a single horse. He wraps one arm around you as a shield, the other brandishing his sword.

“Hold on tight, ojou-sama.”

You close your eyes and cling to his torso. The twisting of his body—the slashes and the sound of clanging steel that accompany it—makes your breaths shallow, the unruly combination of dread and panic taking hold of your muscles and your lungs. A stray swipe cuts the ends of your yukata, and you whip your legs closer to your body.

It doesn't help that the horse is spooked whenever a blade lunges in your direction. Your bodyguard decides to face them on foot, handing you the reins.

“Ojou-sama, go!”

“But what about you, Endou-san?”

Endou fights off a couple of bandits with a huge sweep of his blade. “I'll be fine—now go!”

You trust his skill with the sword, so you take off.

You don't manage to get too far: an arrow embeds itself in front of your path, and the horse rears back in fright, throwing you off.

A bandit emerges from the shrubs, weapon poised above him, ready to strike.

Far to your right, a shout of your name.

There's no time—you take one step back, place your weight on your feet, and pull out your tanto that’s hidden expertly under your obi.

Distantly you hear your name again, distraught.

The bandit gets closer, roaring. His sword swoops down—

—and you meet it with your own, both hands straining against the handle of your tanto.

Your father had foreseen such events like this. A shrewd businessman like him, who had named you as his successor, would anticipate such things to happen. Threats to his family's lives—yours specifically—are part and parcel of his reality. And he has long ago accepted the fact that he can't be with you all the time; hence: Endou.

But even Endou can't be with you at all hours.

You're not adept with the blade, but you know how to defend yourself in times of emergencies. Like this one. Your father made you wake up early in the morning during your youth, had you practice stances by a skilled teacher, and seared into your mind the ways of warding off opponents—honorably and otherwise.

And that otherwise is what gives you victory.

Without warning you shift your weight to lift your foot and drive an angry kick to his crotch.

He goes down like a sack of rice.

Not giving him any opportunity to recover, you slam the butt of your tanto onto the back of his head, knocking him out. Exhaling a heavy breath, you drop onto the ground, suddenly exhausted.

Another call of your name, and you look up to find Kitsuji panting heavily, expression slack with wide-eyed shock.

“Kitsuji-san?” you begin, wobbling towards him. “How are you here—”

You don't finish your inquiry; he strides towards you and scoops you into his frantic arms.

“Um?”

He kicks the unconscious bandit farther away, then tightens his embrace.

“Kitsuji-san?”

He finally releases you—hands still on your shoulders—but his gaze roams over your body, searching for any wound or injury. When he finds none, he sighs in deep relief.

“Really,” you insist, “what are you doing here?”

“I was just in the area,” he dodges. “But you—”

His hands glide down your arms, and then gently cradles the hand holding the tanto.

“You fought a bandit.”

“I—yes?”

“On your own.”

“I had to.”

“And you kicked him”—a glance at the bandit's lower body—“there.”

“I'm not strong enough to parry his attacks.”

“I know,” he says, looking torn. But after a few beats, it seems that he has decided upon something, and his mood becomes serious. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

You bite your lip, and his gaze follows.

It's not as if you're blind to the signs. It's also not as if you're giving him mixed signals, because you know, as well as he, that the effect that he has on you scorches the very marrow of your bones—a dark and heavy longing that needs to be devoured, empty spaces desperately yearning to be filled. The stolen glances, the accidental brush of fingers, the distance—or the near-lack of it. In there all the answers to the questions are given, with a clandestine touch.

You give him a smile and an “Oka—”

You can't even finish the word and he's already on you. Kitsuji—no, Sueharu kisses like a man starved, as if he has restrained his desire for you for so long, chained it so close to him that it's threatened to burst. And now it has. The shuddering gasps he makes as he angles his head to take your kiss deeper and deeper send heat into your head, and all you can do is shut your eyes tight and return the enthusiasm as much as you can.

The tanto falls from your loosened grasp, and Sueharu migrates his hands to your waist and pulls you flush against him. His body is all muscle—broad, firm, and hot—and you rest your hands on his chest, where you can feel his rapidly beating heart. From nerves or thirst or a mix of both.

Before things can escalate, you pull away. His mouth chases after you and lands on the corner of your mouth. You tap his chest to catch his attention.

“Kitsuji-san,” you start, words warbled by his insistent kisses. “I have to go back to Endou-san.”

He freezes, and reluctantly retreats. The want still burns underneath that sunset eye, but he listens to your plea.

He steps back. “Your traveling companion?”

“Yes. He told me to leave him but—”

A rustle of leaves, and you whip around in caution, Sueharu positioning himself between you and the oncoming danger.

To your relief, it's Endou, and you cry in joy upon seeing him.

Endou nods at Sueharu. “Kitsuji-sama, thank you for protecting ojou-sama.”

“I actually didn't make it,” Sueharu replies, grinning. “When I reached her, ohime-sama already knocked the bandit out. It was such a show.”

You blush, but Endou looks proud of that.

Endou's arrival signals that things are over, and that you have to leave for your hometown soon. Sueharu volunteers to take care of the fallen bandits for you, and before you can refuse Endou accepts the offer. Once Endou herds your horse, it's time to say goodbye to Sueharu.

“Don't worry, ohime-sama.” His tone is assuring. “I'll see you again. And maybe—” He bows down to whisper in your ear: “Maybe we can continue where we left off.”

You return to your hometown with that promise on your mind, burning.

4.

There's an inn at the outskirts of your town, operating for longer than your father's life. It's run by a large family headed by an old woman, a sprightly wickered shrub of a grandma, whose idea of a pastime is to poke her nose into her customers' businesses, much to her family's dismay.

But you get along with her, having been a constant conversation partner in your youth, when you'd been so fed up with your father's awkward attempts at parenting. Distance had been a good way to cool off, moreso with grandma's stories. It also helped that on some occasions, she'd drill you life advice that even now you follow like the word of god.

“Oho!” she shrieks in delight at the sight of you entering the inn, Sueharu in tow.

“As usual, obaa-san,” you tell her without pausing on your strides. Instead of the reception, you make your way towards the hallway at the far end of the lobby.

The interaction puzzles Sueharu. “No reservations?”

“I practically have a room with my name on it.” It sounds strange, when you say it aloud. “I've been a frequent customer here that the owner practically adopted me.”

Sueharu hums. “A story for another time.”

When you enter the room, it's as if a bubble has burst: your hands can't keep off each other, mouths latched onto one another, tongues twirling and twining.

When you part, Sueharu's gaze roams all over you, his breaths ragged and loud, matching yours, the want so palpable between you, unable to stay hidden.

“Bed,” he says—demands.

He continues to touch you even as you prepare the futon, and you laugh at his impatience. Once it's done, Sueharu pounces, and you both tumble into the futon, pawing at your clothes, mad with the desire for bare skin.

“Ohime-sama,” he teases, and your breath catches. He smirks at your reaction. Brings down his lips to your ear, whispers: “O-hi-me-sa-ma.”

“You don't play fair at all.” His kimono is pushed back to his elbows, exposing his torso. Beneath him, you look and look and look—he's all you can see. In return, Sueharu watches you have your fill, before he palms one of your clothed breasts.

“Kitsu—” You moan when he squeezes, then caresses downwards until his fingers brush over your nipple. You jerk against the touch, arching your back.

“So cute,” he murmurs, untying your obi—string, belt, sash—the whip-slide of fabric against fabric resonating loudly in the room. Once free, your yukata falls off your shoulders, revealing your chest, and the sight of it elicits a groan out of him. Sueharu licks his lips. “So cute.”

And his mouth descends.

You can't stop the whine that escapes your throat. His mouth is hot, wet, and his tongue does something with your nipple that has you bucking up. His hands fly to your waist to control your movements. Aligns your hips to his, and something brushes there—hard and huge—

“Kitsuji—”

His mouth releases you with a pop. Looks at you, your flushed face, with his hazy gaze.

“Yes, ohime-sama?”

“Mm—” Every time. Every time he says it, it does something inside you, a spark that tingles between your legs, crawling outwards, pinpricks that bring pleasure to your flesh.

There must've been something unfolding in your expression, because Sueharu moves so he's eye-level with you.

He kisses the corner of your mouth. “Don't worry, ohime-sama,” he says against your skin, “I'll take care of you.”

He gets up, and takes the warmth with him. There's shuffling, and you feel your legs being lifted and arranged in a way so he's kneeling between them, your inner thighs snug against his sides.

He leans forward, and begins kissing the skin under your jaw. This close to your ear, you can hear and feel him inhaling deeply then sighing, the spot warming. You're aware that in this non-existent space between you, he can sense the flush spreading from your cheeks to the tips of your ears, to your neck and nape, and then to your chest. But he doesn't mention it—instead, he's intent on bruising your skin with the weight of his kisses, the sucking and licking that alternate with the act.

He wanders downward, sucks particularly loudly at the column of your neck, and you grab at the back of his head, his silky hair between your trembling fingers, not tugging, not yet. He grunts at that, however, and responds by dragging his tongue at the length of your collarbone and punctuating the end with a bite.

“Kitsuji-san,” you whimper, your free hand tapping at his shoulder, “I want to kiss you.”

Sueharu surges and meets your open mouth. Sighs into the kiss, his tongue caressing the roof of your mouth before entangling with yours. His left hand cups your jaw, guiding you by tilting your head for deeper access, as if he wants to melt within you. His right hand is braced at the side, minor tremors belying his unspooling control. Sweat gathers in the crevices of your bodies, and your breasts brush against his, causing both of you to moan, voices mingling, your legs tightening their hold around him.

“Did you know,” he murmurs, once you've separated, your breaths hot and one and Sueharu's stare is half-mast and lust-drunk. He proceeds to play with your ear (nip and kiss and lick and suck—the shell of your ear, the lobe, the contours), in between saying, “that I've decided to allow myself to want you—ngh—since the moment you took care of the bandit trying to hurt you?”

You groan at that—and not in the sexy way.

“Kitsuji-san—”

“You make it so easy,” he continues, raining kisses down your chin, your neck (the pristine parts, and one on the angry-red mark he gave earlier), your sternum, where he slides his hands down—a ghost of a touch, leaving goose pimples on their way—to settle below your ribs. His hands are big, spanning the width of your side, and it feels safe somehow, under those hands.

“Easy?”

“When I met you the first time, you looked so serious and it was so cute.” He pauses in reminiscence. “I wanted to tease you, ohime-sama.” He chuckles, and at your light slap on his chest, he captures the hand and kisses your palm. “But you're very dedicated and smart and brave—so I had to resist surrendering to my ...”

He trails off, exhaling heavily, and then shows you a wicked smile, the grip on your hand tightening a fraction.

“I'm going to enjoy you so much tonight. There will be no sleeping between the two of us.”

And so he resumes his ministrations.

Out of your clothes, you lay back, as Sueharu gives you a long once-over. Shame vibrates in your skin, but you swallow the urge to cover yourself with your hands. The feverish ardor present in Sueharu's gaze burns your nerves, and that—in a way—makes you brave with what you're about to do next.

You sit up, snake your hands around Sueharu's torso, press yourself up against him. Skin to skin—heat, flesh, the rapid beats of his heart, yours, the snag of his breath. You tug off his belt, pull his kimono down, until he, too, is completely bare before you. There are no words exchanged, just the intent of each act, the shiver of bodies at every touch.

“Ohime-sama,” he begins. When you look down, his cock is flushed, hard, straining. You want to know how it feels inside your mouth, its weight, its size. The quality of his voice gains a tinge of desperation, almost broken with yearning. “Let me have a taste of you, please.”

And it's the please that has you lying back on the futon again. Sueharu starts by kissing you on the lips, then down and down and down—your navel, then below it, then the line of your pubes, and then, finally—

He kisses your cunt once, and then goes for it.

“Ahn—Kitsuji-sa—” Your hips buck up, which presses further into his tongue, and it's like your whole body lights up. He takes this opportunity to draw a line down your slit, before parting your folds to delve inside.

The last reddish glow of the sky peeks through the slightly open windows, awashing the room with a burnished red hue, two shades darker than his kimono that's now splayed on the floor several paces away from the futon. In a fleeting moment of silliness, you wonder if the open windows would carry your cries outside, where people could hear your molten desire for Sueharu's tongue. But when he moves on to lap at your clit, the thought dissipates, replaced by the mindless urge to roll your hips against his face and keen at the pleasure.

The sounds of his deft mouth on you—so thirsty—and his garbled words against your sensitive skin: “—so sweet, delicious, ngh, how are you this—ohime-sama—”

“Kitsuji-san,” you gasp, shuffling your legs because you don't know how to handle the sensations bombarding you. Without looking up, Sueharu grabs your legs and spreads them wider. Then one hand lets go and migrates downward. As his mouth continues to pour attention to your clit, a finger slides inside you. You let out an embarrassed whine, and that inspires a smirk on his face—the muscles of his cheeks pressing against the junctions of your thighs.

When he lifts his head to check up on you, his face glistens with your slick, and you swallow the heavy, unbearable want crawling out of your throat.

His eye is hooded, dark with lust, and without your conscious prompting your hand hovers over his eyepatch. You trace the design with your index finger, almost tentative, afraid that he'd turn away from it. But he doesn't. Instead, he cants his head so his lips touch your finger. One quick kiss, before he brings it inside his mouth.

His tongue swirls around your finger, moans around it, and you watch, mesmerized. Gets it wet, saliva trickling down his chin, his implacable gaze refusing to leave you.

He curls the finger inside you, your thighs twitch.

Sueharu chuckles, silvery rich and low. He glances down. Says, “Sorry. Got a little distracted there.”

And he's back to your cunt, with more intent than before. He's slurping and sucking and lapping as if you're the most delicious meal he's ever tasted, and it's driving you to the edge. He inserts another finger and pumps them, a relentless assault that amplifies all the sensations you’re experiencing. It’s too much, it’s not enough. You grab at his hair again—tighten it into a firm fist this time and maneuver him so his mouth can get to the angles that send firebursts across your entire body.

“I'm going to—” you pant, rolling your hips against Sueharu's greedy face. Another finger enters. The squelch of his gestures adds to the sounds of his thirst. You're leaking between your thighs—your slick and his saliva—and it pools on your futon. At the back of your mind—the tiny part that's still stubbornly clinging for awareness of your surroundings—you think, This is going to be messy.

You don't want grandma to find out.

“Don't think of anything else but me,” Sueharu warns, somehow sensing your drifting away. He lightly drags his teeth at your clit and does something with his fingers as punishment, and you jerk from a shot of pleasure, which has you crying out in surprise. You yank his hair in revenge, and that affords you a glimpse of Sueharu's roguish grin. “You're almost there—focus on me. Only me.”

So you do.

And he's so good at what he does: his mouth, his tongue, his voice, his fingers—every part of him born in service to you. So when he brings you to your climax, everything fractures, shatters, white-heat burning every nerve, every muscle in your body. You're vaguely aware that you're wailing—

“Kitsuji-san—Kitsuji-san—Sueharu—a-ahh—”

—and Sueharu rides out your orgasm, still licking and lapping at your cunt, pumping his fingers in you, as if he can't get enough of it. When you go limp, he finally lets go, moving above you, slurping your slick off his fingers, observing your blissed-out expression. His own expression is smug, and without warning he kisses you.

You taste yourself in his mouth.

When you part for air, a string of saliva stretching between your lips, he shuffles until his lower body is lined up with yours. His cock presses hot and hard against your slit.

Sueharu brushes away a lock of hair clinging to your sweat-drenched temple. His touch is light and gentle, a contrast to his harsh breaths and tense posture.

“I want to be inside you.” The words are uttered breathlessly, the last syllables pinched into an anticipatory smile. As if he can’t wait to have all of you. “May I?”

Sueharu and his silver voice and his sunset eye and the glister of his sweat-coated skin. The tremble of his limbs, ruddy with need and hunger. There’s a palpable moment when everything feels suspended in time, and all you can do is commit this image into memory.

And then: you nod.

He releases a shuttered exhale and swallows. The head of his cock nudges at your cunt, entering slowly, carefully, inside—

He starts moaning.

“Ohime-sama,” he begins, as his cock slides in, pausing every now and then, gauging your reaction, and the cries that clamor to escape remain stuck in your throat. He's big, overwhelming, crowding everything, all your senses, and you squirm, trying to accommodate him. He groans at your little shifts; shivers and braces himself to avoid collapsing on top of you, the veins of his forearms stark in the periphery of your vision.

“Ohime-sama,” he repeats, rasping, when he pushes deeper, and you whimper in response. Hands encircle his shoulders and pull him down to you, and you can feel his staccato heartbeat. He pushes and pushes in, until he bottoms out.

He stills—then chokes a sigh.

“Sueharu,” you whisper, your thinned voice still carrying into his ear. His nose is buried on the crook of your neck, and he shudders when you call his name. His cock throbs inside you.

“You're so tight, so hot, you completely took me in. Such a good girl. So perfect,” he murmurs into your skin, then drags his tongue to taste your sweat. He gets up again to slide out of you until the head of his cock remains, and slams back inside.

Sueharu fucks like he's made for you. The way he pants in time with his thrusts—the sounds that come straight from the back of his throat like it can't wait to escape his mouth. In his drunken pleasure he slurs your name—hot and saccharine-thick between his lips—that melts into an indulgent moan, wanton and pure and sensual, his head thrown back, neck exposed and glistening.

You long to taste it—so you do.

“Haa—ohime-sama,” he rasps, and you feel the vibration in your mouth. “So bold, so lewd, so—” He twists so he’s sat on the futon and you're astride his lap and riding his cock, his hands gripping your waist tight, pounding into you as you suck bruises on his neck.

The new angle hits something inside you—and you sob, a different flavor of pleasure quaking your body. Sueharu watches you with half-lidded gaze, and hits it again. You cry and cry and cry until your body can't contain the tightness anymore—it explodes, wracking your body with unbearable pleasure, shaking you to the core.

Sueharu swallows your second orgasm with a hungry kiss, growling as he conquers your mouth with his desire.

“I want to come inside you,” he pleads against your mouth, “I want to—to—come—”

What else can your answer be when he begs that way?

“Yes—yes. Come for me, Sueharu. Come.”

“Ohime-sama,” he pants, his voice increasingly low and increasingly wet and increasingly broken. “Ohime-sama, ohime-sama—ohime—sa—ma—”

He comes with a long, loud, cascading open-mouthed groan that reverberates throughout the room, filling you up inside in thick, hot spurts. You cling to him throughout his climax, meeting his lips and his tongue in the last moments of his peak. He reciprocates with as much fervor as you grant him.

In the aftermath, only both your breaths break into the quiet. Sueharu leans his head on your chest, still panting. His hair tickles your skin, and you lift a hand to stroke the back of his head. You feel more than hear a purr. Sueharu hasn't extricated himself from you.

Nobody moves beyond your caress and his smoothened breathing. But when he finally raises his face to look at you—kiss-bitten lips, lingering hints of flushed cheeks, eyepatch askew—his expression still holds a glint of something wicked—

And it reveals itself through his sharpening gaze and his wide, insatiable grin.

“You know that this isn't enough, don't you?” he says. “That we're not finished. And the night is still young.”

He presses a kiss on your chest, directly where your heart is.

“We'll enjoy ourselves until we can't anymore—or when morning arrives. Whichever comes first.”

5.

Autumn starts to creep in before you know it, the beginnings of the season's chill snaking below and crawling upwards. It isn't apparent yet, but you can see the shift in the people's glow, the tighter movement of their limbs.

Inside the establishment you're currently at, the interior remains clinging to summer. Brighter colors, verdant and inviting of energy.

The assistant shopkeeper serves you tea, and you thank him, the faint smile on your lips eliciting a flush across his young, innocent face. It's the first time you're seeing him, which makes you conclude that he's probably new.

“Kiyowara, help out in front, will you?” a voice snaps, and Kiyowara startles into an apology, scurrying back outside with his head bowed, a mouse running away from a tetchy wildcat.

The owner of the voice sits across you, settling down his own cup, and you offer to pour him one.

Sueharu smiles indulgently.

“What a jealous man,” you say, teasing.

He waves it off, seemingly unbothered. “I merely wanted to start the negotiations right away.”

“Of course.”

He thanks you for the tea and, sipping, observes you with a pointed gaze.

“I can't believe your old man let you go here by yourself to negotiate on his behalf.”

“What can I say?” You grin. “I'm a quick study, and I'm eager to master this.”

The lips around the rim of the cup widen and curve. Sueharu closes his eye as if savoring the tea.

“An excellent decision on his part.”

Beyond the walls of the backroom, the chatter of people: customers asking and haggling for the prices of products, and shopkeepers trying to maintain their retail price. Summensftr is leaving, but you welcome autumn with the open embrace of a lover with a newfound romance. You smile as you sip your own tea.

“Well, then,” you declare, and Sueharu leans forward, “let us begin the negotiations.”

[aquagirl1978]

Hey Aqua🙈💜

Can I please request Touches+ Clavis + #12 super 🌶️ 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️?!

Clavis won the poll, so here's some very spicy Clavis!

Love Me - Clavis x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration event

Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x Reader

Prompt: feeling for the other in the dark

Tags: Smut; Minors - DNI

Clavis woke up in a hot sweat, panicking. Another nightmare. It didn't matter what this particular one was about, they all ended the same way. 

His brows knitted in frustration, he swallowed his pride as he searched for you under the covers. He needed you more than anything right now. 

Twisted in a cocoon of blankets, he found his treasure. He let out a shaky breath, his hand wavering as he pulled back your covers, part of him not wanting to wake you. The need to touch you, to feel you overwhelming, Clavis curled up next to you. His hands in yours, he pulled your arms gently around himself as he took the position of the little spoon.

Stirring in your sleep, your body shifted against the one nestled against you. “Clavis?” you asked, you voice slurred with sleep. 

He pulled your arms tighter around his trembling body. “It’s…it’s nothing.”

Sighing, you let go of his hands; pulling on his shoulders, you forced your lover to face you. His amber eyes averted your gaze as you lightly stroked his cheek with your fingertips. 

“Love me,” he whispered as you brushed a kiss on his trembling lips. Your breath hitched at his request.  Rolling over, you pressed your back against his chest, his body warm against yours. Your hands found his; clasped together, you ran your joined hands down along your navel, lingering near your core. You let out a soft moan when his fingers teased your clit.

Your hips pushed against his; his length hard against your aching body. His fingers splayed on your waist, you moaned his name as he slid his cock into your entrance.

His strokes were slow and deliberate as he stretched you, enjoying the soft whimpering sounds you made. 

His fingers dug into your delicate skin as he pushed your hips to meet his thrusts, his pace increasing. “You like that?” he asked, nibbling your neck.

“Yes, just like that,” you praised, encouraging him to fuck you harder. Your back arching, your head rested on his shoulder as your core clenched his shaft on every pulsing stroke. 

Wave after wave of pleasure built as Clavis increased his pace; the waves receding as he slowed down, causing you to whine and writhe in his arms. 

“Please…” you begged him when you couldn’t take it anymore.

His amber eyes filled with prideful lust as he gave you what you wanted, everything that you wanted, his cock twitching as he slammed into you, the waves of pleasure finally cresting as you cried out his name. 

Your bodies joined in a state of bliss, Clavis’ arms wrapped around your torso, cradling you against his chest as he pressed gentle kisses along the curve of your neck. He knew sleep would come more peacefully, with you, his love, wrapped in his arms. 

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[diaco1968]

Altair x Reader

Warnings! Smut, lemon, unprotected, a bit of choking, bit of humiliation, sounds a little dub/non con in the end

Note: I just realized I've written nothing for my first and longest crush, none other than the arrogant grumpy assassin! Sorry for the slight ooc-ness, I get weird writing about him...

Also amazing art! It's thanks to this, I've been visually crushing over this man for the longest time! *^*

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"Wanna blow off some steam, Assassin?"

He could still feel your hands all over him, the feeling of your touch;

Your fingers running up his abs, tracing his chest, running over his shoulders, nails lightly scraping the back of his neck before they carded through his hair finally coming to a rest in a tight demanding grip on the back of his head.

It was unlike whatever he was used to.

The girls in the garden. They just did what they were assigned to do. Though they were obedient and submissive, they didn't claw at him like they desired him.

It was unusual.

It was exhilarating.

It was wrong.

It had been one of the rare occasions where there was a brief pause in the conflict between the assassins and the templars. A moment of peace that kept you all from jumping at each other's throats while their mentors and your commanders talked out their differences for a mutually beneficial truce. And of course they both had the option of having their choice of bodyguards accompanying them.

That was how he first met you. In person and eye to eye. With a distance of less than a rooftop, even less than a swords lenght, apart.

He couldn't get it off his mind now.

You had heard of him, seen the havoc he had caused in your ranks without even being seen. And he had seen you before as you barked orders at your little pawns and cut through his less experienced brethren with no mercy.

Always from afar.

Maybe that was the reason you colided hard the moment those roles were gone and out of the way. Attracted by the differences like day and night.

So when you cornered him alone with that very suggestion you were met with little to no resistance as you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips onto his. You demanded and you took as you pleased, making him bend to your will and despite his arrogant self, he liked that. He liked being wanted. The way you had him on his back in moments, straddling him so full of confidence. You were quite a skilled rider too.

Had him wondering if he had finally met his match?

Now as he stalked in the shadows waiting for you to make a wrong move, he wanted to take back. He wanted you. He had spent weeks being distracted time and again by the memories of your little encounter, now that he was so close to you again he couldn't help but drown deeper and deeper in his inner conflict. Thess were slightly different times, what if you rejected him? It would be so embarrassing... and he couldn't just kill you off if you did, that would harm the truce...

He shook his head as he caught himself thinking nonsense again.

Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent...

You were a templar though... did you count?-

He didn't have time to measure your innocence as your pawns left to do something you ordered them to and finally you were all alone. All his. Easy prey.

A hand wrapped around your arm, twisting it behind you as he pulled you into the alleyway and slammed you front first into the wall.

"You've become too dull."

"Have I really?"

That was when he noticed you didn't use your other hand to brace yourself on the wall. The little sharp pain in his side from the blade threateningly pressing into him was proof enough.

"You'd still die anyway. So, yes, you have."

He let go of your arm and you turned around to face him in the very little space provided by his arms caging you to the wall, teasingly grinding your ass back onto him. He of course suppressed the little hiss in response, not wanting to give you the satisfaction.

"You think I dismissed my men because I'm dull and not because I saw a certain assassin lurking around in the shadows?"

He narrowed his glinting golden eyes at you.

"You are bluffing."

You chuckled as you wiped at your scraped cheek to ease the stinging.

"What ever helps your ego."

You could see his scowl even from under the hood casting shadows over his face that complimented his features, as he loomed over you, completely silent. His sunkissed skin, sharp bones, haunting eyes, defined scar over his lips.

"You are in templar territory, what do you want, bird?"

His grimace at the nickname had you smirking triumphantly. Why did you have to know their language... it was annoying.

"Don't call me that!"

"But that's your name."

You looked smug and he didn't like that but you didn't have all day for the yarn of his ego to untangle on it's own. You reached up, slipping your hand inside the hood and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to you so you could whisper in his ear.

"Or do you prefer, Eagle? Am I your poor little prey this time?"

He could feel the goosebumps rise over his arms as he growled in annoyance, your voice rolled over his skin smoothly.

"If you were, you wouldn't live long enough to mock me."

"Flattering."

Your smirk widened, nipping the side of his jaw and pushing him off a whole step before he could react.

"Come, boy."

"... tch..."

Clicking his tongue he wondered if this was all worth it any way as he watched your form striding down the alley, taking his time before he decided to follow you.

To an abandoned building, top floors almost burnt away, leading to a giant hole in the roof opening up to the skies. At the entrance you grabbed his hand cause he was hesitating to step in.

He would have preferred more hospitality... like your own quarters maybe...

He didn't have time to ponder as you pushed him back on one of the few surviving furniture, before straddling his lap.

... a long wooden bench... in a burnt building with cold stone wallls...

"We're in a church!-"

You were already half way through his robes, heavily dropping the weapon belt on the ground as you looked up at his anxious expression, scoffing.

"And? Are you a religious man, Assassin?"

He glared at you but you had a point. He just didn't expect such disrespect from you. Were you not fighting as part of Richard's army?...

"You're shameless."

"Shame is a weakness. You didn't seek me out beacuse I am a weakling now, did you?"

You plopped down on his now not dangerously armed crotch and his hands shot up to grab your hips and steady you.

"Who said I seeked you out? I was just in the area for a job."

"Ouch... you mean you killed off one of my men and came to add insult to the injury?"

He paused as you paused staring down at him. Well maybe he didn't choose his words right. He wasn't good at lying on the spot.

"That's hot."

At this point he had no idea if you meant the things you said or if you were being sarcastic. But he didnt care as you started grinding down over him.

Like last time.

Oh hell no.

He flipped you, so now you were lying on your back looking up at him surprised.

"Not this time. You are mine now."

"Oh? Fine then, show me what you've got."

You almost immediately regretted that as the pit in your stomach deepened not only from excitement but from fear as his fingers wrapped around your throat tightly, nudging your legs apart to settle between them. As you let him discard your clothes, it was probably the first time it downed on you. The danger you were in. He could actually kill you. And no one would know. Kill you and leave you there disgraced and dishonored with no one to know where to look for you.

You wheezed loudly, clutching the wrist of the hand he had wrapped around your neck, your train of thoughts derailed as he unceremoniously thrusted himself into you.

His fingers left your neck, to fist in your hair instead, arching your neck so he had more room as his lips met the delicate skin, his stubble scratching you pleasantly. You grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face deeper into the crook of your neck and he didn't mind endulging you, sucking and nipping on the skin, combined with shallow slow thrusts had you arching and twisting under him, trying desperately to get more friction out of him. He gripped your hips tightly, pinning you down and restraining your movements.

"I said you'll be good and do as I tell you to."

"That is not what you said."

"Don't test me, (y/n)."

He growled in your ear, his voice rumbling from deep in his chest and you were not about to argue with that as you hummed in response and decided to oblige.

He briefly pulled out of you, only to pull you up and dropping you on your knees on the stoney ground. With a hand on the back of your neck he had you face down, arse up and he plunged himself back into you groaning at the way you twitched around him eagerly with a loud wanton moan.

His other hand grabbed your hip to keep you from jerking forward while he drilled into you, completely different from his earlier pace.

"This is what you want after all. To be fucked like a little bitch with an important audience."

Between your moans and scratching at the ground in pleasure mixed with pain you didnt have time to wonder who, until he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you back against him so you were facing  the old crushed cross behind the altar.

"...you fucking basta-geh!"

He shoved his fingers into your mouth, down your throat, deep enough to make you choke and gag around them.

"I'd watch my mouth, if I were you."

He resumed kissing your abused neck, fingers thrusting in your mouth, creating lewd wet noises and heavy moans.

You were close, he could tell. You were constricting around him so tight he almost released a few times if not for the way you bit his fingers angrily. But he wanted you to finish first. Wanted you to whimper and beg as you just couldn't anymore.

He sunk his teeth in your shoulder and that was it for you. A high pitched mewl and you were clamping down on him violently as your release shook you to your core, slumping over him as he slowed down ever so slightly.

Then he let you drop on your front and resumed his brutal pace, seeking his own release now, disregarding your half hearted protesting sobs.

It didn't take him long and he finished over your ass, panting heavily as he watched your shaky body, get used to the abuse way too quickly as you rolled over underneath him to shoot him a glare.

Awkward silence engulfed you both as he got on his feet and even helped you up with a hand and you both started fixing up your clothes and putting your weapons back in place.

This was not how it ended last time. The silenece made him wonder if he did something very wrong. If your little forbidden rendezvous had come to an end because of him. If it had, it was probably for the best but... he felt a pang of sadness thinking about it. Oh how he wished for you to open your smug mouth and say something. Anything.

"I think we can both agree, I am better off in charge."

"You wish, Templar."

"...well... yes, I do. That's the whole reason behind our ancient conflict, Assassin."

[outerrimhours]

As The World Burns

A Darth Maul x F/AFAB!Reader Fanfiction

Chapter One: A Princess's Peril

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FIC SUMMARY: Queen to be, after the slaughter of your mother and father by the Separatists, you were cast aside in an attempt at dictatorship by your uncle who claims he is the rightful ruler. Kept in the dark, you secretly seek knowledge to overthrow the crown, yet find yourself entangled in a lustful affair with the enemy, a certain Sith Lord who aids you in the ploy to take back your kingdom. 

Multi-chapter, fem/AFAB!Reader x Darth Maul. No use of y/n. Let’s pretend Maul was cut from the knee down. No canon timeline tbh.  Includes smut.

RATING: Explicit. This work is strictly for those 18+ due to sexual content. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT.

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1k

CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: Loss of parent/family, anxiety, unwanted touch (nothing serious),nightmares,  

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get out. I’ve had no motivation, except @eloquentmoon, who I adore their work and their fic made me want to write this.

“Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom”

As if conjured from the storybook of a child, a soft evening mist ghosted over the garden, soaking into petals of lavender. In the cloud softened light, the ivy brings a sweet wave of evergreen with veins of the lightest green. The ghost of vines traced their pathway like fading scars against the Utarian statue. What once was new and vibrant, crumbled at the will of the planet. Pieces of tufa and limestone fragmented. Grass breaching through exposed cracks. At the edge of the clouds rested a brilliant white patch, like a turning page catching the suns. The rest was dove gray and peach nestled into a hint of beryl, just enough to announce the sunset. And tucked furtively inside of a stone wall was an aged and water logged copy of “The History of Utara”. 

 What once was tradition within the Altair family, soon perished with the death of the King and Queen. Before the coronation of a young princess, Druan Altair, brother of the king, emerged from the shadows to take the crown instead. The princess was not to know the history of her people and the politics within. Most saw this change as a form of protection after what happened to her mother and father at the hands of the separatists, but was merely a ploy to dictatorship. 

 You settled onto the bounty of clover and sun strengthened grass, the torso of a tree lending a resting spot. Despite the yellowed pages curling up within themselves, black ink still flowed in perfect Auerbech. 

 Your kingdom was once peaceful and prospering, barely a parsec away from Naboo, who happily traded with no conflict, until the war began. A war that starved the Naboolians and killed the reigning monarchs on Utara. A beloved King and Queen, struck down by the hands of a red suffused blade. A young princess's peril. Although you had been trained from birth to take rule, Druan Altair assumed control under the pretense that a princess whose parents were targeted by the Sith would merely be in danger. 

You absorbed the information thoughtfully. 

“M’lady”, a voice approached, the mildewed book hiding underneath the skirt of your dress. Approaching through the brush was a young Knight named Torent Mozh, who met your gaze, not with a shyness like most guards, but with a blunt refusal to avert his gaze first.

 “The king requests your presence in your quarters.”

 Your jaw clenched at the word king. There were no requests. Only demands. 

  “May I inquire why exactly I am being shunned from my own gardens at such an hour”, you requested, observing the way the setting sun beamed off the shiny armor. You knew Torent long enough to know when he did provide all of the information you requested. Although some of his face was obscured by a dark scraggly beard  that clung to his skin, you could still read minuet facial expressions. 

“We have visitors. He prefers you not be out during this time”, the Knight stated, “You know, for your safety, Princess.” 

Bile rose in your throat as a large, sleek, ship slowly landed a few miles north. Nothing like you had ever seen. 

“Who”, you demanded.

Torent scoffed at the assertiveness. 

“Separatists?” 

“Nothing you should concern yourself with. Now let’s go”. 

The way he placed his hand against your back was soft, yet aggressive, in a swift motion to move you towards the palace. It infuriated you. Yet suddenly panic settled in as you realized your book was still tucked between your dress. Every explicit comment you felt like shouting was silenced by the dread of knowing your secret could be exposed so easily. You were silent, tunnel vision setting in as you walked up the stairs and into the foyer, Torent’s hand no longer pushing you, but eyes still watching as you climbed the stairs to your quarters. 

You had to find a way to return the book to the garden.

 “M’lady, may I retire for the night”, your servant, Thalia, asked quietly as she combed through the waves of your hair. You were usually more talkative, basking in Thalia’s company and friendship, yet tonight you were curled within yourself. Gazing into the mirror, thoughts far away. All you could think of was getting that book back into its creavis. 

“Of course, get some rest.”

Thalia sat the gold plated brush against the vanity, its detailed artwork worn and withering with age. You couldn’t help but regret not taking every generational hair that swept through that brush and knitting it into a blanket. Possibly the last piece of your mother residing in it. The grief drained through you, rather than skating over your skin. It traveled through every cell to reach the ground. Your feet lifting to touch the chill marbled floor, ghosting over to the chest that resided like a dusty coffin underneath your bed. It was painted in swirls of pastel with flecks of gold, as if Michelangelo sculpted it himself. The lock clicking beneath your fingertips, opening to reveal what was left of your mother. A silk nightgown, moon shaped hair clips, letters from your father proclaiming his love when he wasn’t planetside, her favorite books, and lastly, a journal. The journal was several hundred yellowing pages, each gentle to the fingertip, but cracking with age and tear stains. Upon them was the wisdom of her soul; those feelings of love channeled through  great knowledge and a lifetime of meditative contemplation. In that humble ink was the liveliness of her brain, how her synapse danced as if they were young all her days. The journal was forever as pure as a child. A mother who loved her daughter more than imaginable. 

You curled underneath the satin cream colored sheets of your bed, flipping through the pages of the journal by candlelight. Your favorite entry a reminder of the morning you picked berries with her by the garden wall. Laughter and smiles. The way she smelled of roses when she embraced you. You were not very ladylike then and she blamed your father. 

“She has a warrior’s heart”, he would always say. 

Your heart ached with a mixture of mournfulness and vexation, but your train of thoughts interpreted by echoing voices downstairs. Your curiosity plagued you. You were desperate to know who your uncle had brought forth. Unlike your people, who he had easily manipulated during a time of war and mourning; you were less naïve. You had seen the Separatists ships before, the guards loading spice into what once held your finest wine.  

You were eager to spy on your Uncle’s new acquaintances.  

Tucking your Mother’s journal away and finding a robe to cover yourself from the chill, you swiftly gathered a small candlelight and cracked the door. A guard was perched in the center hallway, not for your protection as one might think, but to keep you from leaving. Luckily, shift change was beginning to happen, and you managed to sneak past to the staircase. 

“I assure you Lord Maul”, you heard your Uncle in an overwrought whisper. You edged close to the marbled wall, creeping silently down the staircase until you were able to peer over the corner. Your Uncle walked alongside a slightly shorter man draped eerily in a black cloak. 

“Our soldiers are the best in the system”, he continued.  

Your interest peaked as the man clasped his hands behind his back, humming lowly as if  considering his words. 

“Utara will be a valuable asset to Crimson Dawn.”

You gasped at your Uncle’s words, causing the visitor to turn slightly in your direction. It was such a subtle noise, even your Uncle didn’t notice. Yet, your heart pounded violently. 

“We will see”, Maul spoke, turning his attention to the staircase. Predatorial eyes locking with yours. You had never seen eyes so saffron, so piercing. It frightened you. He was surely looking right at you and you were so frozen in place, you dared not move. His blood stained skin was tattooed with black tribal inks, something you had never seen before on your planet. 

The devil had you trapped in his gaze until he looked away, addressing your Uncle one last time before disappearing through the doors. 

“Do not disappoint,'' he spoke. 

You finally exhaled, blood and air rushing through your body as you huffed against the wall. You were so tense and panicked, quietly racing back to your quarters before you were caught once more. 

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✨Masterlist✨

Last Updated: May, 2nd, 2024

98% of my writing is smut, so please be a responsible little bean! +18 readers only

WRESTLERS:

Roman Reigns 

Not Everything Is What It Seems 

Coping With Your Fears

A New Experience

Birthday Surprise

Taking Care Of Business

The Problem That Starts With An B

Who?

What’s Your Bet?

Guess Who?

The Perfect Opportunity

Papa

Miami Nights

To Catch A Thief

Taking The Reins

In Need For A Private Lesson

Never Forget The Rules

The Peace Maker

Sirius

Sirius Part 2

Don’t You Just Love Birthdays?

Blue Is My Favorite Color

Things You Make Me Do

Someone

Prove Me Wrong

Acknowledge Me

A Night To Remember

Mr. Reigns

Eddie Kingston

First Time

Dexter Lumis

Confession

Verlangen

Teaser

Payback

Limited Time

Wardlow

Period Sex

Gentle Giant

Aleister Black/Malakai Black

Watcher

After Hours

Ask Drabble

Feast

Into The Woods

Unsolicited Visitor

Jay Briscoe 

One Last Time

Kink List

CNC

Mark Briscoe

Kink List

Fish

Jay White

Better The Devil You Know

Ask Drabble

Sinful Sunday 2

It Will Come Back

Cold Blooded

Temper, Temper

Pop That Cherry

No Good

Inmate

Churchyard

Love, hate, love

Behind The Curtains

David Finlay

No Good

Hook

Under The Water

Ghostly Entertaintment

Back To You

Kenny Omega

Being With The Elite

Matt Jackson

Being With The Elite

Feral

One’s Not Enough

Target

Salty 

Salty 2

Salty 3 (ask)

Dawn

Salty 4

Take me to church

Villainous!Matt

Sex w/ Vampire!Matt

T.A.Q.H.N.V

Imposter Syndrome

Nick Jackson

Sinful Sunday 3

Sinful Sunday 4

Being With The Elite

Yoga Partner Gone Wrong

NSFW Alphabet

One’s Not Enough

It Happened Quiet

Target

Villainous!

A different Nick

Red lights

Take me to church

Good Boys Go To Hell Pt 2

The Purge

Dan “Drilla” Moloney

Rubrum

Adam Cole

Video Games

Corrupt!Cop

Judgment Day

Pretty In Pink

Pink Lights

Damian Priest

Just Pray

First Time....With A Twist

A Night To Remember

Nascosto

MJF

Enjoy The Silence

Tommaso Ciampa

Why So Cynical?

Adam Page

Serve Me

Edge

Absolution

Homecoming

Drew McIntyre

Anger Management Part 1

Anger Management Part 2

A Friend To Help You Freshen Up

Paralysis

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG Part 2

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG Part 3

(Her) Bitter Past

Childhood Games

Paul In Blue Overalls

A Little Reminder

In A Heartbeat

Difficult Times

Would You Fancy A Cup A Tea?

Finn Bálor

A Wise Advise

A High Price To Pay

The Choice

Spa Day From Hell

Our Day Will Come

A Demon, But Also A Brat Tamer

Only For Tonight Pt.1

Only For Tonight Pt.2

Nevermore?

Second Chance

Ilinx

Drunk In Love

Sinful Sunday 1

Salome

Jon Moxley

Fire And Gasoline Part 1

Fire And Gasoline Part 2

A Song For You

New Tricks

Kitty

Like Altair and Vega

Pleasant Surprise

One Bottle To Blame

Red Stains

Sleepwalking

Claudio Castagnoli

Dubious Benefits

Not A Sound

Baron Corbin

Cultural Differences

Seth Rollins

Mrs. M

Maybe It’s Called Fate

Sunset Pt.2

Only For Tonight Pt.1

Only For Tonight Pt. 2

Conquest

The Peace Maker

Rhea Ripley

Seraphic

Work For That

Another Day, Another Lesson

Homecoming

Cash Wheeler

Castle

NSFW Alphabets

Kenny Omega

Jay Briscoe

Eddie Kingston

Malakai Black

SERIES:

ILLICITUS (ROMAN REIGNS X READER - CURRENTLY IN HIATUS) 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

INSANIA (MALAKAI BLACK X OFC- COMPLETE)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

WHERE I BELONG (EDDIE KINGSTON X READER - IN PROGRESS)

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

THE BEGINNING OF THE END (ELP X READER X JAY WHITE - IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

THE TWELVE DISCIPLES (NICK JACKSON X OFC X MATT JACKSON)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

STOCKOLM (BLACKPOOL COMBAT CLUB X READER)

Prologue

Chapter 1

THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD (KENNY OMEGA X OFC)

Prologue

WHAT YOU CAN LEARN (MJF X OFC - IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

ALL HAIL TO THE KING (BARON CORBIN X READER - COMPLETE)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

CAPITALI POENA (DAMIAN PRIEST X READER - HALLOWEEN SERIES - COMPLETE)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

RESISTERE TENTATIONEM (DAMIAN PRIEST) - TRILOGY

Capitulum I - Hellion

Capitulum II - Tēctus

BOUND (DREW MCINTYRE)

Bound: Part 1 (The Negotiation)

Bound Part 2 (The First Act)

DRABBLES:

Roman Reigns

Ancestral Roots

Baron Corbin

At Your Service

Eddie Kingston

Trigger

I’ve Got To See You Again

Shoop

Matt Jackson

Prettiest Star

Adam Page

Prettiest Star

MJF

Distractions

Lazy On A Sunday Afternoon

Drew McIntyre

Study Material

Seth Rollins

Sunset  (pt.2 is in the One Shot’s section)

Turn On The Lights

Dirty Mouth

Damian Priest

Pillow

Fighting

A Little Decor

HEADCANNONS

MASO’S CHRISTMAS LIST - 2021

MASO’S HALLOWEEK - 2022

EXCEPTIONS (SPECIAL REQUESTS):

Sneaky - Alan 5 Angels (to writtingrose)

DRABBLES (SERIES):

7 DEADLY SINS (COMPLETE)

Wrath (Drew McIntyre)

Envy (Seth Rollins)

Sloth (Seth Rollins)

Pride (Finn Bálor / Prince Devitt)

Greed (Roman Reigns / Tribal Chief)

Gluttony (Jon Moxley)

Lust (Can you guess who it is?)

CAPTIVE (COMPLETE - SETH ROLLINS)

Captive Part 1

Captive Part 2 

Captive Part 3

Captive Part 4

Captive Part 5

THE LAST TEST (COMPLETE X READER - JON MOXLEY)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

[xadoheandterra]

Series: The Heir, The Reader, and Clay

Title: Run It Again Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Chapters: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV | XVI | XVII | XVIII Characters: Altair ibn La’Ahad, Malik al-Sayf, Kadar al-Sayf, Desmond Miles, Layla Hassan, Clay Kaczmarek Pairings: Altair/Malik Enabler: @kingbob2-0 @claire-the-dyke-dragon Tags: AltMal, Boys Got Horny Apparently, Warning Light/non-descriptive Smut, Implied Sex, The Grey Summary: They hadn’t found an answer yet, and Layla was impatient despite the promise of the Grey being timeless in its nature. She didn’t want to have to search for an answer that might never come–so she made another suggestion. Why not just change it? Why not counter the Isu influence on the Pieces of Eden where it counted, and counter what Juno inevitably did to the Eye in the Grand Temple?

It was all the push that Desmond needed to let himself be just that bit more selfish. So selfish he chose to be, and there was one moment where the Isu’s hold on the Pieces of Eden had a profound effect–the Levantine Brotherhood. Altair Ibn La’Ahad. Al Mualim. There was just one problem–Desmond was eight, a child, and didn’t remember dying.

Layla at least had his back, even if she was just a bit fashionably late.

 "You cannot send them to Masyaf."

They were going in circles ever since Malik and Kadar had woken to find Altair carefully redressing his own wounds with Desmond's single-minded focused help. Since Kadar had cheerfully said that Malik gave him permission to gossip, officially--which Altair whole heartedly approved of. Kadar had the very real possibility of being a talented spymaster if the boy put his mind to it and focused on discerning truth from lies. Altair would go so far to say that Kadar would make a better spymaster than teacher, but it was Kadar's own choice what he would become--and when Altair asked about Malik's plans, then, what he wanted Kadar to gather information on--about Masyaf and the strangeness of their Brothers, of the traps Altair had walked willingly into these past three kills--Altair did not approve.

Kadar and the Novices were too young, too inexperienced, and Masyaf was not the same as it had been in his and Malik's childhood. Altair had hoped Malik understood that--and for a moment as they talked it seemed Malik did but then he reiterated the choice to send Kadar and the Novices and they were back to square one. It had gone through Altair's redressed wounds, through Desmond marching off to the kitchen only to return with food--through Kadar even growing fed up with the circular argument and ultimately left to check on the rest of the Novices.

It continued to now, where Altair's words were quiet and with the faintest edge of a plea in his normally even tone, bent over the table to grab at Malik's hand from where the other man lounged, more relaxed than Altair had ever seen him despite how his back must have hurt when he woke, having slept on cushions on the floor instead of climbing into the bed like a sensible person.

"Malik..." Altair said, and finally--finally Malik sighed and squeezed Altair's hands back in response, leaned back toward Altair.

"I know," Malik said--it was the same agreement that Malik had given the first time Altair raised his concern. "Altair I know--but, please do not interrupt me this time--" Altair closed his mouth, especially as Malik leaned enough to press his forehead against Altair's. It forced the man to pause, blink in surprise at the sudden closeness. "Kadar is better trained that most inducted Assassin's," Malik said, words half under his breath. "He should have been approved years ago. He knows every nook and cranny of Masyaf--we made sure of that."

They had; Altair knew he and Malik worked Kadar hard--they made sure he knew each hiding spot, even in their home, and Altair also knew that Kadar had found several more that he and Malik did not know about.

"And while my Novices are not quite on par with Kadar, they are each specialized in their own way," Malik continued. "I would not dare send Kadar to Masyaf alone, and I would not dare send him without back up that had standards, or the capability to listen to one who knows better than they."

"They are not ready," Altair refuted. "Kadar, I will grant you--the rest?"

Malik scoffed and pulled away, pulled his hand out of Altairs grip and waved it in Altair's face in dismissal. "Observe them training then. Take the week and see how talented they are. See how Kadar leads them."

Altair looked down and away, fiddled with his fingers as he said, "Al Mualim will expect my return."

"I have already informed the Master that you will stay to recover," Malik dismissed. "He sent you into my care, and I refuse to send you back half-dead on your feet."

"He will be furious," Altair said, gaze focused on the way he twisted his fingers. He frowned at his hands and tried to stare them into submission, but he couldn't stop. Malik's hand reached out, grasped atop of Altair's two which stilled the twisting of his fingers. Altair didn't look up, but watched the way Malik's arm shifted as Malik moved from his position on the pillows, over to Altair's space--until the shoulder of what remained of his left arm bumped against Altair's. Altair went stiff with the motion--the reminder--and flicked his gaze up to Malik's face.

Malik looked at him, brow furrowed but gentled in his expression as soon as Altair's eyes flicked to his face. He squeezed Altair's hands, the gentle pressure eased a bit of Altair's breathing he had not realized had shifted. "If the Master is furious that I chose to do my job, then more is wrong than you or I could handle alone," Malik spoke quietly. "I am Dai, Altair. I am a pillar of our Creed, a leader--and the Rafiq who have had you in their care should be reprimanded for their treatment of you."

Altair looked at Malik a moment longer, and then turned his gaze back toward his hands, Malik on top. "I will stay the week." Malik squeezed Altair's hands once more, then pulled away. For a moment Altair watched how Malik moved out of the corner of his eye; he shifted around and then climbed to his feet silently and Altair raised his head enough to follow Malik as he made his way toward the door.

"I need to check in on the Novices," Malik said, and Altair tilted his head slightly, especially as Malik turned and added, "You can observe them later in the week, once the twins and Jamal have had time to recover."

Altair looked away again with a murmured, "I did not mean to put them in danger." It had not been his intention to risk the Novices. He may have suspected a trap, as the last two assassinations had been such, but Altair rather hoped it would not be so. His hands clenched into fists.

"I know," Malik sighed and when Altair glanced back at him he hand his hand pinched around the bridge of his nose. "They got off lightly, all things considered. A hit to the head, a cut on a leg, and a piece of a crossbow bolt lodged into a shoulder." Considering they were Novices compared to the amount of guards that were in the city after Altair's compromised assassination they were lucky to not be dead.

For a moment neither man said anything; Altair sat with his thoughts swirling about Malik and the kindness he'd shown, the gentleness and care after he'd woken up to find Altair redressing wounds--of how they argued but they didn't fight, there was no vitriol in what they said to one another, no baseless accusations or miscommunication but a calm and structured conversation that eventually went somewhere instead of lagged into fury and spite. Altair thought of how Malik didn't fight off his hands when he clasped them over Malik's own--the brush of Malik's shoulder, the touch of his forehead against Altair's own--why was Malik so upset with him if he felt comfortable enough for such displays?

"Rest, Altair," Malik said eventually and Altair jerked his head back up from his thoughts with a quick word of, "Wait!" as he climbed to his feet. Malik paused and turned back to him, but Altair refused to stay stationary. He needed to know--Kadar thought he was not being clear, but Malik was just as unclear in that case and Altair needed to know. He did not know what he had done wrong, what he had said or did to upset Malik then, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know because he liked moments like this and he wanted them back without the fear of whatever this was that had soured between them rearing its ugly head.

Malik took a surprised step back as Altair got into his space, but then rocked back forward and settled and Altair forced himself to look straight into Malik's eyes and not off to the side or at Malik's nose; he needed Malik to know he was serious and if that meant a bit of uncomfortableness then he would bear it. Without thought Altair reached out and grabbed Malik's hand, threaded his fingers with Malik's as he asked, "I need to know what I did wrong."

Malik blinked. "Self-flagellation is not like you, Altair. What do you mean?" Malik frowned lightly as he spoke, brow furrowed.

Altair tried to think, to gather his thoughts and be as clear and as concise as he could be. "I like moments like this," Altair said, carefully and picked through. "I dislike it when you are upset with me." Malik opened his mouth and Altair rushed forward with more words before he could think of them because he needed to get them out before Malik said anything. "You have been upset with me for a while and I do not know what I did wrong only that I did something to upset you. If I was not clear about something or my actions had hurt you in some way or I misunderstood I need to know, Malik, please. I cannot wait for you to be furious at me again." Altair looked away now as he added, "I do not want to fight again; to be upset and bitter and--and all of it I do not want it Malik I--"

"Calm, Altair," Malik interrupted and Altair fell silent. He felt Malik tug at their conjoined hands and quickly let go, stepped back so that Malik had space to move if he wished it. Now Altair realized how he might have caged the other man and fought back the fission of panic at the thought--what if he had gone and upset Malik now, again, and ruined everything he had just gained? Altair pressed his lips together and waited for the vitriol to come.

There was wonder in Malik's voice as he said, softly, "You really do not understand why I was upset with you?" Altair nodded once, voice stuck in his throat. Malik reached out with his hand to touch Altair's cheek, and then tug lightly at the other man's chin. Altair followed the motion to look up at Malik and waited. "You were grieving, Altair. She had died and you were crying, grieving her. Grieving Adha." Altair swallowed heavily; he did still grieve Adha, and their short time together, but Malik made it sound so much more than that. "Then before I know it you have me pressed into a wall," the words here were more clipped, a bit of that frustration edged into Malik's tone and Altair fought back the urge to tense suddenly. Malik's eyes were narrowed, he  was tense as he said, "Your tongue was in my mouth."

"You were being clever," Altair muttered a bit petulantly, because Malik was. He'd said something witty and clever that had Altair laughing amidst the sorrow in that moment; it had lightened the ache in his heart and the way the sun had looked--how Malik had looked--Altair had thought it was beautiful, that moment the way Malik looked and how could he resist such perfection before him? He had always admired Malik--had loved Malik, he thought that was clear, but now he wondered.

"I was trying to comfort you not bed you!"

"Do you not want to, then?" Altair asked, a frown now across his own scarred lips.

"What?" Malik asked, high pitched and bewildered, and Altair wondered if he should just throw caution to the wind.

"Bed me, Malik," Altair said after a moment. "Do you not--are you--" Altair grunted his frustration at the way his words refused to work; Malik's hand slipped from his chin with wide eyes and after a second of thought Altair decided fuck it. He could not speak what he wanted to say then he would make it a physical thing to get his point across, as he'd always done. Quickly Altair stepped into Malik's space, pressed Malik against the door, his arm raised and trapped between their chests--and without even really thinking about the fact that the last time he did this Malik was furious with him Altair threw caution to the wind and kissed him.

If the results of the last time were repeated then Altair at least knew Malik was weirdly affectionate but not intimate and he could adjust, he thought--he could accept that. If Malik grew angry with him once more then Altair would take it because he did not understand and he could not phrase what he was trying to say right now so he would take the anger if he needed to, he would take and take and take if he must.

Malik made a sound in the back of his throat, one of surprise as Altair leaned in and pressed them together, pressed them closer. His mouth had parted and Altair took the opportunity like he'd done in Masyaf months ago--and Altair knew just from the way Malik went first stiff and then had to lean against the door as Altair pressed more firmly that Malik was not as adverse to this as he made himself out to be. Altair pulled back, hands pressed to the side of Malik's head--he slid them down to cup Malik's cheeks as he stared at Malik's dazed expression. His eyes were still closed for a moment longer, so Altair leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Malik's.

"I love you," Altair said, words soft--and that brought Malik's eyes open, his mouth kiss-struck and half-open as he stared wide eyed at Altair's face. "I have always loved you, Malik."

"But--Adha--" Malik stuttered rather unlike himself, words half- mumbled in a daze.

"You were first," Altair said; he stroked his thumb over Malik's cheek, pleased that he could say it now, and say it clearly and right. "Malik, you were always first. I swear, you were always first."

Malik shifted with a sharp breath, moved his hand up to grasp Altair by the back of his neck as he hissed out, "You idiot Novice," before he pressed against Altair--and Altair felt his mind blank.

Malik was kissing him.

Malik was kissing him.

Altair could not think beyond the feel of Malik pressed against him, pushing him, as he pressed his lips to Altair's--he swiped his tongue against Altair's lips and Altair groaned and took a step back as Malik pressed forward and Altair's lips parted. Malik walked him backwards until his feet hit something--and then Altair was falling and Malik was atop him, hand slammed into pillows to hold himself upright, and the world was perfect--a perfect mess of lips and heated pressure pushing him down and Malik's continued presence right there, grasping the back of Altair's neck like a lifeline.

Altair wore a simple tunic and pants, the clothes he had changed into after redressing his bandages that morning. Malik still wore the heavy robes of a Dai from the day before, only wrinkled from sleep not that the man seemed to care too much at the moment--neither did Altair, really, as he slid his hands down Malik's shoulders and then slid open the robes to press them against Malik's chest. Malik growled against his lips, sent a fission of pleasure down Altair's spine with the low sound--enough that Altair had to gasp as Malik pulled away and then shifted to nip at Altair's chin, and then his neck.

"You are a fool," Malik ground out against Altair's chin.

"As you say," Altair breathed heavily as he felt along the soft, muscular edge of Malik's abdomen; he listened to the way Malik's breath hitched as he nipped at Altair's chin again, and then at Altair's neck--and then his collar.

"You will be the death of me," Malik gasped out as Altair's hands drifted lower.

"I would rather die first," Altair countered breathlessly.

Malik stared into the earthy-brown of Altair's eyes, pupils blown wide as he breathed heavily in response, leaned forward and kiss Altair soundly a second time before he pulled back and whispered, "I am going to kill you, Novice."

"If that is what you wish, Malik," Altair said back as his nerves lit up with ghostly tingles of surprising pleasure at the way Malik's voice graveled out low, "I would not fight you."

With a heavy breath Malik set himself back, pulled upright to sit on Altair's thighs as he stared down into Altair's face. He pulled himself out of Altair's wandering hnads, then gave a wicked grin as he inched himself lower, pressed his palm flat against Altair's clothed stomach, edged close to the top of his pants. Altair's breath hitched, and as Malik drifted his palm lower he keened out, "Malik," with wide, pleased eyes.

A moment later, after Malik pressed Altair's pants down, after Malik inched himself further out of Altair's grip until Altairs hands were reaching for something, anything to grasp--a moment before Malik's lips pressed against Altair somewhere far more pleasurable--a moment where Altair lost himself to shout Malik's name in surprised and sudden hedonistic pleasure--a moment that lasted an eon, an instant of time that was hazed in feeling and grasping fingers in hair and lips pressed tight; Malik's hand burned a bruising grip against Altair's thigh as Altair gasped and struggled to breathe with what Malik had chosen to do.

Altair had not anticipated this outcome, but he was far from regretting it.

Desmond reached out and grabbed Kadar's sleeve as Kadar headed down the hall back toward their rooms, eyes otherwise focused on the worksheets in front of him that Malik had put together--Desmond could not read Arabic very well, and Malik had picked up on that quickly enough to put together lessons and worksheets and the like to help Desmond with his letters and his reading, even if he could speak Arabic as fluently as a native. Desmond wondered what his mom would think of this--of him reading and writing in the language she whispered to him when they were alone and Bill was out doing things. It was like Arabic had been their secret and now Desmond shared it with everyone and he found that both awesome and terrifying.

"Do you need something, Desmond?" Kadar asked and Desmond blinked and looked up from his worksheets to where his hand had grasped Kadar's sleeve. Then he glanced back toward the room and tilted his head to the side and thought--and oh, yeah, he should probably stop Kadar from entering the bedroom shouldn't he?

Desmond blinked again and then chirped, "Papa and Alty are doing adult things. I don't think you should disturb them." Kadar choked and Desmond had to blink and work out just why Kadar looked at him like that, with wide eyes and mouth open. Had he said something strange? Desmond tilted his head and twisted the edge of the worksheet in his other hand as he looked at Kadar. Desmond worried his lip the longer Kadar stayed silent.

After a very long minute Kadar seemed to jerk back to himself with a strangled, "What?"

"Papa and Alty are doing adult things," Desmond said slowly, unsure of how his words weren't getting across.

"Adult...things?" Kadar asked, and in that moment Desmond narrowed his eyes and sat himself up straighter. His hand on Kadar sleeve slipped away and he tilted his head in the opposite direction. Kadar found himself stilling under the sudden, scrutinizing gaze that seemed so different, for some reason.

"Yeah," Desmond said, and the words were just a bit drawled, just a bit lazy in the way they were spoken. "Y'know. Sex?" Kadar choked again as Desmond spoke plainly, and Desmond's lips quirked up half-way as he looked at the older teen and teased, "You do know what sex is, don't ya?"

"I--do," Kadar squeaked out, then narrowed his eyes back at Desmond who leaned back slightly as he stared at Kadar. "I--how do you know what sex is?!"

"Uhm," Desmond blinked, and suddenly the leaned and lazy, cat-ate-the-cream look across Desmond's face vanished back into the nervous eight year old who nibbled on his lip as he stared wide eyed at Kadar. "I...don't? Kadar, what is sex?"

For a moment Kadar stared at Desmond and Desmond bit his lip again as he waited for the response--but Kadar didn't want to speak for a while, apparently, so Desmond leaned forward and waved his hand frantically in front of Kadar's face. That seemed to do the trick as Kadar jerked back to himself and back to Desmond who smiled widely up at the older teen--expectant. Kadar got out a broken, "Ask Malik," before he turned on heel. "I am going to meditate."

"Ok!" Desmond chirped, watched as Kadar turned around, and then looked back to his worksheets. He wondered if he could write letters to his mom in Arabic--secret letters that Bill could never read, but mom certainly could. Maybe she would like that, Desmond sending her letters in Arabic and telling her about--about everything. About his new papa and Alty and Kadar and the fact that everyone spoke Arabic here and Alty even called him eaglet, like mom did. He could not lie it had left him warm in his chest when Altair called him that--it reminded him of the peace he got when he was in his mom's arms.

Desmond missed her; he never got to see her enough because she was always away on Adult Business and when she was home Desmond didn't get to see her much either. He wasn't allowed to bother her because his mom was Important and Desmond wasn't. He wasn't as talented as her, and he wasn't allowed to know what the Adult Business was either. Neither his mom nor Bill liked to talk about things like that around Desmond because Desmond was too young, but his mom at least made sure he had moments to relax unlike Bill.

Pleased with the thought of secret Arabic messages to mom Desmond leaned over the worksheets and focused back on the words that he was beginning to understand the meaning of. In the distance a burst of gold tingled across his senses; Desmond raised his head from the sheet surprised and looked off into the distance, eyes already slipped into that second sight that everyone wanted him to be careful with, without thought. He ignored the brightness radiating from papa's room, instead looked to the faint gold at the very edge of his range. It rang Important, niggled at the edge of Desmond's attention because it meant something, but he couldn't figure out what.

Desmond glanced back to papa's room and grimaced before he turned his gaze toward Kadar and decided to ignore papa's room because really, he was too young to be seeing any of that and he knew it. Not to say that Desmond had been anything like celibate as he grew older--Desmond had quite happily participated in adult things when he was older, but that was an older Desmond and Desmond right now was only eight and not eighteen. The thought quickly left his mind before he could think too deeply on it as Desmond focused on Kadar and the way Kadar's colors drifted inward, muted, and then he glanced to the rest of the house at the Novices.

Maybe Jamal would come with him? Desmond tilted his head--but now, Jamal's head glowed faint red and Desmond shook the thought immediately; Kadar had told him this morning that Jamal had hit her head rather hard the night before, and so she was supposed to be resting. Desmond would have to leave the weird girl alone, then. That burst of gold on the edge of his sense tinged burnt orange and impatience and Desmond blinked himself back into normal sight and sighed. He glanced to his worksheets, and then carefully set them aside.

"I'm coming," Desmond said under his breath, and with purpose marched himself out of the house and out of the Bureau.

"Are you insane? We adjust that and it will throw the entire balance at Masyaf off!" Layla leaned over Clay's shoulder, hands pressed to her hips as she stared at the intricate simulation Clay had created to allow him to visualize the changes they were making in the Grey.

With a huff, and a refusal to look at Layla, Clay said shortly, "Who knows Isu tech the best here? This'll be fine."

"I'm telling you it won't--" there was a spark and Clay let out a yelp and scrambled back into Layla's knees as Layla sighed heavily, "--be fine." For a moment neither of them said anything, instead stared at the smoking wires and computer screen, and then Clay scrambled forward and Layla turned her head as she visualized a second screen in the Grey to look at the slight Calculations they could achieve in this small section.

"I've got this, new girl, I've got this!" Clay waved a hand, which Layla batted back with her own and it quickly devolved into a slap fight that both were not even remotely paying attention to as they focused on their own things and worked one-handed. After about five minutes Clay leaned back and Layla sighed in relief.

"Well, it's not a complete disaster," Layla said after a moment, and Clay laughed.

"Got some more allies for our dear Seventeen, didn't I?" Clay said. "And you said I'd fuck up the balance doing that. Hah! Weep, new girl, I got this."

Layla snorted and smacked Clay on the back of the head; Clay yelped and rubbed his head with pout as he looked back up at Layla as she said, "For about half-a-second you broke it. Your lucky your hotfix repaired the connection enough that we didn't have complete anarchy."

"Eh, it'll give them all a bit of a headache for about an hour but they'll be fine," Clay shrugged. "Anyway aren't you supposed to be focusing on making sure we got the split right?" Clay leaned back against Layla's knees and raised his eyebrows at her. "Wouldn't want little Seventeen to have any of my nasty bits of my dysfunction after all."

Layla shoved Clay with her knee and he grunted as she said a short, "If you had made yourself known to us maybe we wouldn't have had to scramble to separate the two of you. As it is the separation is stable; Des is Des, and you are you in as much as either of you can be these days."

Clay huffed and hunched himself back over his wires and computer screens with a grumbled, "Not my fault Seventeen forgot about me." Layla dropped herself down to sit back to back with Clay and nudged him with her shoulder back in response.

"Des didn't forget you," Layla said--and Clay snorted in response so Layla shoved him harder. "I'm serious, Des didn't forget you. I have it all up here." She tapped her head, and Clay leaned back to rest his head on her shoulder as he peered at her.

"You know the memory shit is creepy, right?" Clay said dryly. "Almost as creepy as Seventeen's predictive bullshit."

"I'm sure its just as frustrating as your tendencies of deflection," Layla grumbled. "Anyway I need to rerun these Calculations before you pull another stunt like that. Between you working on the influence and Des being a child this shit keeps branching." Layla scowled at the branching lines of information on her screen. "You'll need to give me a bit of time to make sure the line stabilizes enough for us to continue again."

"Work quicker," Clay grumbled.

"I'm not Des," Layla shot back. "I don't have the ability to process all of this as quickly as he does. I never adjusted to the Grey the same way he and you did, you know that."

"Yeah cuz your ass is as human as it can get," Clay snickered. "Lucky bitch you."

"Doesn't help us now," Layla shot back. "Why don't you take a nap if your going to be an asshole."

Clay faux yawned and stretched his arms out as he made himself 'comfortable' against Layla's back with his head resting against her shoulder and said, "Don't mind if I do!" Layla scoffed, hunched herself down for a second and then shoved back to knock Clay loose from her shoulder and back before she focused entirely on the branches. Clay flopped himself to the ground, stretched out, and left Layla be which Layla was thankful for. For all of Clay's eccentricities he at least let her work when she needed to--and they had a lot of work ahead of them.

[withlovewriting]

Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 25: Hungry Dogs Are Never Loyal

Chapter 25: Hungry Dogs Are Never Loyal

I guess you really did it this time, left yourself in your warpath, Lost your balance on a tightrope, lost your mind trying to get it back, Wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days? Always a bigger bed to crawl into, Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything, And everybody believed in you

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 1,932

Chapter Warnings: Drug withdrawal, Rue being an asshole (but i love her soOoOo), references to domestic/child abuse, this chapter is short but i’m hoping to upload again on sunday properly

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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Hours. Days. Weeks.

The concept of time was lost on you as you remained in a fetal position, your cheek pressed against the cold tile floor. Your muscles cramped, bones aching in a way that you sure would only be assuaged by ripping them out of your skin.

Your body didn't feel like your own. Weak and too warm, and with every exhale, you were pushing down a new wave of nausea.

Fez had only left your side when absolutely necessary, and even then, you remained with Ash, head in his lap as he wiped your brow with a cold face cloth, his words mumbled as he called you a fucking idiot, yet his eyes remained soft as they bore into yours.

Although you craved the sweet, blissful apathy that Heroin provided you with -- even if the pleasure was short-lived -- your body just needed rest. It needed peace. You knew that, yet it didn't cease your begging.

Fez's response, however, remained steadfast. Unwavering despite your painful cries and desperate insults that chipped at his heart, but not his resolve. No matter how much your coiled up, frail body tugged at his heartstrings, he refused to give in. Refused to give up.

Eventually, once your stomach was finally settled and no longer threatening to expel any fluids that dared to enter it, Fez moved you to his room.

"C'mon, baby, just a little more," Fez's voice was smooth as he held you, back pressed to his chest as he leaned against his headboard.

A pitiful sob bubbled up from your chest as you slowly sipped at the water, Fez placed the bottle onto his side table once he deemed your intake was sufficient.

Wrapped up in a pair of Fez's pajama pants and a dark Palace hoody, you sunk into the bed. His fingers soothed the ache the bathroom floor had left on your body as he held you implausibly close as though scared that any moment, you'd dissipate.

"You sure you still wanna go?"

After Fez had declined Maddy's birthday invite on your behalf, she had offered for you to attend a girl's night, a simple hangout that didn't involve alcohol or partying, or anything that sounded remotely fun.

You'd accepted, knowing that Maddy Perez wasn't the type of girl who allowed you to decline her often. Nodding your head, you groaned when you felt Fez detach himself from your back, sitting up and gently guiding you with him, "C'mon then Ma. Let's get you showered."

Reaching out, you accepted the glass of water Lexi had offered you with a timid smile.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, taking a seat next to you and straightening her skirt.

You knew you looked just as bad as you felt, wrapped up in Fez's over-sized jumper and sweats, and you could only be thankful Maddy had said this night was casual. You'd barely been there 15 minutes, yet every moment that passed by felt like a long, grueling hour. Although you were physically doing better, you were still experiencing the psychological effects. So whilst nausea cleared and your aches were slightly dulled, your mood had totally dipped, your anxiety had spiked, and the craving for a high gnawed under the surface of your skin. An itch you weren't allowed to scratch.

You'd gone through withdrawal before, but in a hospital setting, with psychologists, therapists, and nurses galore, all monitoring you carefully, minute by minute. This cold turkey shit felt impossible. So instead, you told Lexi the same lie you'd muttered time and time again,

"I'm fine, thanks."

You both remained quiet, slowly sipping your drink as Lexi's fingers continued to fiddle with the hem of her skirt, a strained smile plastered on her face, yet the uneasiness in her eyes was shining bright.

It gave you some weird kind of reassurance, however, that she felt just as awkward as you did.

When the door knocked, you almost jumped from your seat, and you knew Lexi was glad for the distraction, but when you heard Rue's familiar voice and peered around the corner, you knew damn well she was feeling just as awful as you were.

Pity party for two, you guess.

By the time Rue had finally managed to evade Suze and excuse herself to the bathroom, the rest of the girls had joined you in the living room, voices low as they spoke between themselves. A gentle knock on the door caught your attention. Upon hearing the sound of Rue's mother thanking Suze, you could only hope a black hole would open up in the middle of the Howard's house and swallow you whole.

This wasn't going to end well.

"Ah, fuck. It'll never fuckin' end." Rue sighed, sitting down on the staircase.

Lexi had returned to her seat next to you, Kat and Maddy stood not too far in front as you all peered up at her.

"This can't make you feel good, Rue. Livin' like this. Lying to the people you love, being mean to the people you love. This can't make you feel good about yourself."

"I don't care," Rue's voice was quiet, and you could tell whatever happened between her and Leslie had exhausted them both, "Just fuckin' leave me alone, please."

Leslie continued to try and reason with Rue, praying that she could somehow convince her daughter to get into the car and head back to rehab, but the disinterest in Rue's eyes spoke volumes and it wasn't long before all hell had broken loose, Maddy screaming at Cassie, Kat trying her best to calm her down.

Cassie wasn't very good at lying, and Maddy knew her too damn well to believe it.

"And you?" Rue's eyes remained dazed, but the curl of her lip made your eyes finally rest on her, pulling your attention away from your shoes, "You've got some fuckin' nerve sitting there, like you ain't doing the same shit."

Leslie moved forward, almost blocking you from her daughter's view, "Rue, that's enough. Let me-"

"Oh my god, you don't get it, Mom," Rue ran her hand over her hair, uncaring of how messy it was, a sardonic laugh falling from her lips, "What do you think two addicts do when they hang out together, huh? Cause we definitely weren't braiding each others hair or makin' fuckin' friendship bracelets."

You watched as Leslie tensed, her back ramrod straight. Her head turned slightly, eyeing you over her shoulder as a look of betrayal passed over her features. Returning her attention to her daughter once more, she forced down the lump in her throat,

"And that's on me, baby. But please, come with me and-"

"You know why her dad wasn't at that NA meeting?" Rue sniffed in harshly, a cruel smile etched onto her face as she continued to mock you, "He didn't fuckin' go, 'cause he was too fuckin' wasted. See, mom... I do drugs because my dad died. She does drugs, cause it's... I dunno, in her fuckin' DNA or some shit. So really, I mean, you should be grateful."

"Rue, that's enough," Suze spoke up, her eyes darting between you and the group of girls as Maddy continued her questioning of Cassie. A fight was going to break out at some point, she could sense it, "Listen to your mother and-"

"My father, a good, honest man dies in a fuckin' agonizing, traumatic way, yet her dad, a guy who doesn't deserve the fuckin' air he breathes, gets to live. He pushed her down the fuckin' stairs, and he gets to live? So where's her fuckin' intervention?" Rue laughed to herself as she shook her head, unshed tears in her lash line.

The room fell silent as your breath caught in your throat. Tears were already trailing down your cheeks as your chin wobbled. You knew, deep down, it wasn't you Rue was angry with. She was high and desperate and she needed something, anything to take the heat off her.

That's why she decided to throw both yourself and Cassie under the bus.

Standing, you placed the glass onto the table next to Lexi, the sound so much louder in the silence.

Kat called your name as you made your way toward the front door, tears streaming down your tired face. Stopping as your hand connected with the door handle, you turned toward Rue, voice barely above a whisper,

"I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, go run home to your daddy who doesn't fuckin' love you."

You heard Rue's muffled reply, as you shut the door behind yourself. Taking a few deep breaths, you tried to compose yourself before setting back off toward Fez's house, deciding on the longer route in hopes that the cool air would calm you.

By the commotion inside, you could only assume Rue had beaten you to Fez's, and you knew there was only one reason why she was there.

The only drugs Fez kept in the house anymore was his Grandma's medication.

You watched as Fez all but threw Rue on the floor, the girl fighting him with everything she had as she collapsed to the floor.

Fez's attention was quickly on you as you watched helplessly, his sweater almost drowning you. His eyes darted between yourself and the girl, and despite popular belief, Fezco wasn't an idiot. He knew something was going on, something happened, but he just didn't know what.

Rue quickly made her way to her feet, shoving her way through the iron gate, and down the alleyway.

Watching her go, you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, just as she couldn't bring herself to look in your direction.

"C'mon, ma. Let's get you inside."

As Fez's ringed fingers began to rub soothingly up and down your arm, you couldn't hold in the tears that began to fall. Feeling the salty teardrops on the arm your head was resting on, Fez lifted himself slightly, his worried blue eyes glanced over your face, equal parts concern, and confusion.

You weren't a good person. You knew that, deep inside your soul, etched into your bones, you would always carry 50% of your father's DNA. And if Fez thought he was a bad person, then it was only a matter of time before he saw how rotten your core really was. Hell, Rue already had.

Rolling you carefully to your back, his thumb traced under your lashline, wiping away the rogue tears that still fell, "What's wrong, Ma? You in pain? I can get you some more Tylenol, or-"

Shaking your head, you forced a tight-lipped smile on your face, trying to force his features into your memory, despite knowing his face, his body, him... He would be burned there for as long as you breathe.

Lifting your arm, your fingertips tracing along the edges of his cheekbones, over his chin, and down his jaw before resting on the back of his neck, absently playing with his chain before pulling him toward you.

His lips were slow and gentle, his chaste movements almost tentative as if he wasn't entirely sure he should be doing it. But you needed this. You needed him. And as if somehow, your souls were connected, he seemed to at least understand your sudden need for intimacy.

Pulling away slightly, he hovered his lips above you, trying to ignore the pecks you left as you chased his lips, "I'm not sure we should do this. You're not-"

"Please, Fez. Please."

And that was all he needed.

But like a moth to a flame, you knew: eventually, you would burn him one too many times.

[hopelikethemoon]

Constellations (Ezra x Reader) [smut]

title: constellations  rating: explicit length: 2,400 warnings: Smut (public sexual content, female masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, roleplay)  notes: Set in the same universe as this drabble. For anyone who doesn’t know about constellations, Ezra references the stars in the Summer Triangle, which Vulpecula is located in the middle of. This universe is set pre-Prospect. 

“My sly little fox, I have a resplendent plan for our evening.” Ezra drawled out as he settled himself beside you in the rounded booth. You were nestled towards the back of the tavern, mostly as a means to avoid trouble. You had garnered for yourself quite an officious record with other prospectors. It was sheer luck that Ezra was enthralled with your errant ways, rather than the alternative. 

“And what is that?” You questioned with an arched brow, bringing the bitter polish to your lips. “Setting a spice harvest on fire? Looting that drunken oaf over there?” You nodded towards a man who had fallen asleep on the table with his data pad and personal effects on clear display. You couldn’t believe someone would be so foolish. 

Ezra reached out and brushed his fingers over your jaw, turning you back to face him. “No, my vulpine delight. I have something far more appealing to offer you this evening.” His tongue traced over his bottom lip as he held your gaze. “Something to sate that fire you burning in your eyes.” He slid his fingertips over your jaw, his thumb brushing down the column of your throat. 

He had your attention now. He had that look in his eyes that made a coil of desire twist in your gut, arousal burning between your thighs. 

“I do believe this plan will do much to ameliorate our moods this evening.” Ezra clicked his tongue against his teeth, reaching for his polish and finishing it off. You watched the way his throat moved as he swallowed, wanting nothing more than to press kisses to his golden skin. 

Ezra made a show of situating himself more comfortably beside you. Your brows furrowed as you studied the way he had angled himself — like he was blocking you from view. You were already tucked away, but he had made it even more pronounced. 

“Ezra…?” 

He smirked at you, “I want you to touch yourself for me.”

Your eyes widened and desire spiked through you. “Oh.” A nervous laugh escaped you and you shook your head. “I was expecting something devious, but… this.” A smirk twisted at your lips as you looked back at him. “Right here?”

Ezra slowly nodded his head. “Right here, little fox.” He reached out and brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. Your lips parted and you nipped at the digit before it retreated. “I want you to make yourself come.” 

“Wouldn’t it be more fun for you to make me come?” You countered, swallowing thickly. Your fingers trailed over your collarbone, feeling the heat of a flush burning across your chest and cheeks. 

“Later.” He tilted his head, as if to tell you to continue. 

You scraped your teeth over your bottom lip, settling back against the booth. “Keeva preserve me.” You muttered, eyes darting past Ezra as you watched for any unsuspecting eyes to fall upon your booth. There were none. Everyone was absorbed in their own conversations — no one cared to look your way. 

Ezra smirked at you, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he watched you with rapt attention. There was nothing to be seen, as the table came to just beneath your ribs, but your face was what revealed your efforts. 

You slid your hand beneath the waistband of your leggings. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” You whispered to him as you dipped your fingers beneath your underwear. You spread your legs beneath the table, giving your hand the room to settle between your thighs.  

“Are you wet, little fox?”

“I’m always wet when I’m with you.” You told him, lips parting as you brushed your finger over your clit. “You have an effect on me.” 

Ezra licked his lips slowly, “I intend to explore that effect once we return to the pod.” 

You sat up a little straighter as you circled your clit slowly, your lashes fluttering as you tried to keep your eyes fixed on his. “Tell me what you plan to do to me.” You begged quietly, your voice wavering as you worked your fingertip against that little bundle of nerves. 

He chuckled lowly, tracing his fingertip around the rim of his empty polish. “You are aware of my rather deviant predilection.” Ezra mused, brows rising when it became clear you had paused in your own ministrations. “Please continue.” 

“Sorry.” You laughed breathlessly, shifting closer to him as you continued teasing your sensitive flesh. You let your foot drag over his lower leg, wishing he would touch you. “Tell me, Ezra.” 

Ezra took pity on you, reaching out beneath the table to curl his hand around your leg. Even through the fabric of your pants you could feel the heat of his palm against you. Your head tilted and you moaned breathily. His grip tightened as he spoke, “Right now, my sweet bel esprit, I want you to dip your fingers into your cunt.” You obeyed without hesitation, thrusting your fingers into yourself. “I wish to taste.” 

You pressed closer to him as you withdrew your hand from your underwear, offering it to him. 

He shook his head with a crooked grin. “Wet your lips for me.” 

You swallowed thickly, transfixed by the fire in his eyes. “You still haven’t told me what you intend to do when we return to our pod.” You reminded him as you spread your arousal over your lips for him. He descended upon you, his tongue dragging over your lips to taste you before he slanted his mouth hungrily over yours. 

“I don’t know if you can handle my desires for you, little fox.” He breathed out, pressing his forehead to yours as he brushed your hair behind your ears. “Touch yourself.” Ezra commanded, waiting until your hand had slid back into your underwear before he continued to speak. “All the things I wish to do to you.” 

“Tell me, Ezra.” You begged, tilting your head so your lips nearly brushed against his. “Please.” 

“The season has changed.” He remarked, breath hot against your lips. “The frost of a stifling winter has melted away, seeping into mother earth and preparing her.” Ezra drawled out, his melodic voice filling your veins with a needy warmth. “And you, my sweet fox, are as ripe as she is.” His trailed beneath your arm, resting against your lower stomach. “I see the way your eyes linger on children.”

Fuck. 

“The want that burns in your gaze.” 

He was too observant. 

“I can give that to you.” Ezra canted his head, letting his lips move against yours as he spoke. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” You panted out, working your fingers in and out of yourself desperately as you neared your release. “Please, Ezra.” 

“I should’ve known that’s what you desired.” He rasped out, catching your bottom lip between his teeth and scraping lightly. “Stop.” 

You whined as he curled his fingers around your wrist and pulled your hand away from your aching center. 

“Look at me.” He urged and your lashes fluttered as you focused your eyes on his. Ezra looked so serious now, his jaw clenched so tightly you saw the tick of his muscle under the strain. “Is that truly what you desire?”

Your chest heaved as you drew in a wavering breath. “Yes.” 

Ezra looked as though he couldn’t believe you. That he must’ve been mistaken by what he heard. “You truly assent to my desire to see you heavy with my child, little fox? Is that what you desire too?” 

You brushed your fingers over his cheek, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. “Yes.” You promised him, cupping his cheek. “I want everyone to know that I’m yours.” You pulled back, holding his gaze. “But right now, if you don’t let me come…” 

He glanced around the tavern circumspectly, brows drawn together as he ensured that no eyes had fallen upon the scene playing out between you. Satisfied, his dark gaze returned to your face, beckoning you closer. 

Ezra slid his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear, fingers sliding between your sensitive folds. He was just teasing you, but the rough texture of his touch had desire burning through you. “I cannot wait until we are alone. I’m going to fill this sweet little cunt, again and again, until I’m certain it’s taken hold.”

You moaned quietly, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from making too much noise. 

“You like that, don’t you?” He questioned lowly, pressing two fingers into you, trying to reach that sweet spot within you. “Just as Vega, Deneb, and Altair reveal themselves in the haze of summer, our child will appear.” He grazed his lips over yours as he drummed his thumb over your clit and made you shatter. 

Your hips arched up off the booth, grinding against his fingers. “Ezra, take me home. Take me home.” 

 ⁠—⁠—⁠—

 “Keeva has surely smiled upon me.” Ezra drawled out, whistling his praise as his eyes swept over you. “I pity every man and woman who will never lay their eyes upon this rare and splendid sight.”

You rolled your eyes at Ezra’s rhapsodizing. “I think they’d thank you for taking away such a burden.” You taunted, gesturing to yourself. “Keeva knows your tongue has chased away attempts at an early demise.”

He chuckled, grinning at you as you moved to join him on the bed. Greedy hands found newly bared skin, tracing the patterns of constellations between scars and marks that dotted your complexion. 

“And such a radiant life that has been spared,” He murmured as he trailed his mouth over your throat. “Such fire.”

Ezra slid his hand between your thighs, dragging his rough fingers between your tender folds. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you, my little fox.”

You moaned, rolling back onto the bed, knees bent and legs spread. “I want you to fuck me, Ezra.” You told him, lashed fluttering as he pressed close to you along your side. His hand still wedged between your thighs. “I want to feel you, deep within me. I want you to fill me.” 

You grabbed at the back of his head, fingers twisting at his hair as you kissed him. 

Prospecting was not a life you brought a child into. But you wanted that. You wanted that with him. 

Ezra was the most infuriating man you had ever met — but he fed into the fire in your veins. He seemed to thrive in the blaze you left in your wake. And you wanted him. You wanted to be tied to him forever. To see him lavish your changing body with the tender affection he reserved for you. To see him cradle your child against his chest. To be the object of his pride. 

He moved then, slotting himself between your thighs. Ezra caught your hands and pinned them back onto the bed above your head. He kept them corralled within his grasp, using his free hand to guide his cock to your waiting center. 

He filled you ⁠— his cock pressing deep within you. It stoked the fire that coiled within you, the burn his fingers had only begun to sate. Your back arched up off the bed as you rolled your hips downwards, meeting his every thrust. 

“Are you going to be a good girl?” He questioned, pressing the full length of his cock into you as he whispered into your ear. “I’m going to fill you up and I need you to keep every drop in you. Can you do that for me?” Ezra’s facial hair was rough against the soft skin just beneath your ear. “My sweet little fox.” 

“Yes.” You freed your hands from his grasp, nails biting into his shoulders as you clung to him. “Please, Ezra. Please.” You wrapped one leg around his hips, trying to pull him in closer. 

Ezra kissed you desperately, fingers curling around your jaw. “Look at me.” He hissed out and your eyes snapped open to stare up at him. You moaned as he slammed into you, the angle of his thrusts just right. Your back arched up off the mattress as you came apart, your inner walls clenching around his cock as he slid in and out of you again and again.

His breath was hot against your throat as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, your name on his tongue as his body went rigid. You could feel the way his cock throbbed within you, the way his release spilled out, filling you. 

Slowly, Ezra sat back on his knees, keeping the length of his cock buried within you. “You take me so well,” He drawled out, smoothing his hand over your lower belly as he reached for a pillow. 

You lifted your hips up infinitesimally as he shoved the pillow beneath your ass, keeping your hips elevated as his cock slid out of you. “Look at you.” Eyes transfixed between your thighs as he reached out and circled his thumb over your clit slowly. “Fuck.” 

You moaned as his teasing made you clench, feeling the warmth of his seed starting to slip from you. But he wasn’t about to let that happen, his thumb gathering it up and pressing it back into you. “Ezra.” You breathed out, staring at him. “Come here.” 

“Can’t handle anymore, little fox?”

You shook your head, curling your arms around him as he settled down beside you. “You’re going to make me combust if you keep teasing me.” You admitted, laughing breathlessly as he pressed a kiss to a spot on your shoulder. 

“That was fun.” He admitted, pulling back to meet your eyes. Ezra traced his fingertips over your arm, brushing his thumb over the spot where your birth control implant was securely in place. “Is that something…” 

“Yes.” You admitted, catching his hand and bringing it to his lips. “But I know what it’s like to be the kid of prospectors. It’s shit.” You reminded him, kissing each fingertip. “Maybe one day we’ll find somewhere safe to dwell.”

“If only you’d learn how to make friends, little fox. One cannot find safety if they seek out trouble in every port we stumble upon.” Ezra rubbed his thumb over your lips. “As much as I delight in your flights of arsonist fancy⁠—”

You grabbed him by the face and kissed him, “Shut up, Ezra.” 

“As you wish, my vulpecula.” 

[aquagirl1978]

Crash Into Me - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: This is part of the Summer of Smut 3.0 Content Creation Challenge hosted by @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore.

More A/N: This fic was inspired by THIS gacha card and THIS particular post where @andimjavertmotherfucker and @venulus discussed Chevalier being called a "good boy."

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: Sex under the sundress

Warnings: NSFW; Minors - DNI

The moonlight danced across his pale face as he rested in the sand; his platinum hair framed his face in a halo, his angelic smile called to you. 

Holding his hand out to you, he silently invited you to join him on the sand, his shirt already wet and clinging to his body. Not one to ever say no to this beautiful man, you took his hand, his touch cool against your warm skin. Dragging you down with him, your bodies pressed tight against one another, you smiled at him before pressing a kiss against his lips.  

Your fingers automatically started unbuttoning his shirt, needing to feel his skin against yours, while his hands pushed down the straps of your sundress. Palms pressed against his now bare chest, his skin glistening under the pale glow of the moonlight, your hunger not yet satisfied as flames engulfed your insides.  

One look into his eyes – eyes as deep and blue as the water surrounding you – and you knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him.  

Wrapping his long, elegant fingers in your hair, he pulled you down towards him for another kiss, the cool mist from the water refreshing on your face. His other hand ran up your thigh, sliding under the layers of your skirt, awkwardly pushing the material out of his way.  

You gasped softly, your body shivering, as you felt him free his erection, his hard cock now pressed against your bare skin. His eyes pierced yours as he positioned you on top of him, teasing your entrance. Palms steady on his chest, your body sank onto his, as he slowly stretched and filled you. 

“Good boy,” you praised, when you felt he was fully sheathed inside your body. Back arched, your eyelids fluttering, you enjoyed the feeling of fullness before you began to rock your body against his as the waves gently lapped against your bodies.  

His grin gleamed, his eyes twinkled; encouraged by your praise, he brutally pushed his cock inside you, ravishing you, filing you with the pleasure you so desperately craved. Moans slipped from your lips as his every movement stoked the fire that blazed in your belly.  

The cool water came crashing against your hot skin as you chased your climax, seeking your pleasurable release together. His fingers dug into your slick skin, pressing your hips tight against his as he thrust deep inside you, not caring that he might break your body into two. Crying out his name, your body finally finding euphoria, your bodies remained entangled as he spilled into yours.  

Tagging: @redheadkittys @alixennial @rhodolitesrose @atelieredux @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @queengiuliettafirstlady @queen-dahlia @devildomwritersposts @talfollowingstuff @kpop-and-otome @kisara-16 @ikehoe @altairring @lucyw260 @lordsisterxotome @violettduchess @scorchieart @cilokgoang @andimjavertmotherfucker

[diaco1968]

Masterlist

Bnha

AIZAWA

Kinkbased nsfw, pet play D/s

Kinkbased nsfw, cockwarming

Aizawa Lemon drabble

BAKUGOU

Progrump /fluff

Turn the lights on! / crack

Nerves of Steel 1 /nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel/nsfw

Of proud fragile hearts/ angst

REQUEST/angst/crack, fluff, nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, exhibitionism with Midoriya

Kinkbased nsfw, double penetration with Shoto

Kinkbased nsfw, degradation

Kinkbased nsfw, facefucking

Spartan/ac odyssey au/ nsfw

Bully/nsfw

DABI

Way down we go/ angst

Let me down slowly/ nsfw

Nerves of Steel 2/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel 2/ nsfw

REQUEST/angst/crack, fluff, nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, hatefuck

Kinkbased nsfw, branding

Kinkbased nsfw, primal

Kinkbased nsfw, incest

Kinkbased nsfw, threesome with Hawks

UA high bad boys/bully au, Threesome with Shigaraki

REQUEST/childhood friend Dabi, a little bit of fluff, a little angst, smut in the end

Betrothed to Touya, club jealousy, smut

MIDORIYA

Nerves of Steel 1/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel /nsfw

REQUEST/ fluff

Kinkbased nsfw, exhibitionism with Bakugou

Kinbased nsfw, knifeplay

Kinkbased nsfw, breeding A/B/O

Kinkbased nsfw, daddy kink

HAWKS

Teeth/ nsfw

Nerves of Steel 2/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel 2/ nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, pegging

Kinkbased nsfw, aphrodisiac

Kinkbased nsfw, threesome with Dabi

KAMINARI

Kinkbased nsfw, lap dance

KIRISHIMA

Kinkbased nsfw, bodyworship

Kinkbased nsfw , face sitting

Kinkbased nsfw , brat taming

Nighteye

Knock knock/ fluff carck

Kink based nsfw, sensory deprivation

SHINSOU

Nerves of Steel 1/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel /nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, mirror sex

Kinkbased nsfw, overstimulation

SHOTO

Turn the lights on!/ crack fluff

The wandering prince of the outcasts/ nsfw

Ice ice baby / nsfw

Nerves of Steel 1/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel/ nsfw

REQUEST/angst/crack, fluff, nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, double penetration with Bakugou

Kinkbased nsfw, predator and prey

Kinkbased nsfw, orgasm denial

Kinkbased nsfw, spanking

CHISAKI KAI/OVERHAUL

Showing obedience/ nsfw

Nerves of Steel 2 /nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel 2/ nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, public

SHIGARAKI

Thrill / nsfw

Nerves of Steel 2/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel 2/nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, gore

Kinkbased nsfw, fingering

UA high badboy/nsfw bully au, threesome with Dabi

REQUEST/nsfw Aphrodisiac smut, very slight fluff

REQUEST/ kissing headcanons

REQUEST/slightly dirty fluff

REQUEST/nsfw smut

REQUEST/lucky charm headcanons

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

Little knifefish / ABO

Little knifefish 2/ nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, alien and oviposition

EVENT

Kinktober bnha/mha

Haikyuu

OIKAWA TORU

Sidechicks/ nsfw, angst, manipulation

KENMA KOZUME

REQUEST/nsfw, mafia au

Hetalia

England/Arthur Kirkland

Pirate AU

Bungo stray dogs

Chuuya Nakahara

REQUEST/ Nsfw

Assassin's creed

Imagine, Haytham and Shay

Altair oneshot

Games

Dylan Lenivy from the Quarry x gender neutral reader one shot

Dylan Lenivy from the Quarry x gender neutral reader prequel part 1 and part 2

Dylan Lenivy from the Quarry REQUEST/sfw

Dylan lenivy from the Quarry REQUEST/nsfw,male reader

[moving-accounts-uwu]

Future Stories/Fanfics!

Hiya! I’m new to the whole Tumblr Author scene so please bear with me and be patient! Below is a list of fandoms and characters I write for, as well as themes. I hope to create both original stories and fanfics soon; I also don’t take requests at the moment either! I want to pump out a few stories before I take on requests, and with the few stories I write I’ll finally make a masterlist so you all can stay updated with series or one-shots for fandoms/characters that you love <3 

Here are some fandoms I will write fanfics for:

- Marvel

- Supernatural

- The Walking Dead

- Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

- Dead by Daylight

- Halloween

- Friday the 13th

- Predator/Yautja

- Aliens/Xenomorphs

- Days Gone

- Far Cry 5

- Knives Out

- Assassin’s Creed

- Resident Evil (2, 3 & 8)

- Call of Duty (Modern Warfare, Ghosts & WWII)

- Final Fantasy (VII, XIII, XIII-2 & XV)

- Detroit: Become Human

- Legend of Zelda

- Horizon: Zero Dawn

- Prey

- Overwatch

- The Witcher

- Until Dawn

- Evolve 

- Dragon Age

- Stranger Things

Characters I Write For:

- Marvel: Steve, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, Pietro, Wanda, Tony, Peter Parker, Thor, Loki, Ultron, Venom

- Supernatural: Sam, Dean

- The Walking Dead: Daryl, Rick, Carl, Glenn, Maggie, Negan, Jesus

- LOTR/Hobbit: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Dwalin, Thranduil, Azog, Elrond, Bard,  Legolas, Aragorn, Frofo, Samwise, Pippin, Merry, Boromir

- Dead by Daylight: Trapper, Wraith, Michael, Huntress, Legion, Ghost Face, Demogorgon, Oni

- Halloween: Michael Myers

- Friday the 13th: Jason Voorhees 

- Predators: Yautja, Ultimate Yautja

- Aliens: Xenomorph

- Days Gone: Deacon, Boozer

- Far Cry 5: Jacob, Joseph, John, Faith, Staci, Eli, Junior Deputy

- Knives Out: Ransom Drysdale 

- Assassin’s Creed: Altair, Malik, Ezio, Connor, Edward, Arno, Kassandra, Alexios, Evie, Jacob, Eivor

- Resident Evil (2, 3 & 8): Leon, Mr X, Jill, Carlos, Nemesis, Karl Heisenberg

- Call of Duty (MW, Ghosts & WWII): Price, MacTavish, Ghost, Roach, Nikolai, Yuri, Zussman, Logan Walker

- Final Fantasy (VII, XIII, XIII-2 & XV): Cloud, Zack, Tifa, Sephiroth, Vincent, Lightning, Hope, Snow, Fang, Vanille, Yuj, Maqui, Noel, Caius

- Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Markus, Kara, Hank, Daniel, Gavin, Luther

- Legend of Zelda: Link, Sidon, Ganon

- Horizon: Zero Dawn: Aloy, Erend, Varl, Avad, Teb

- Prey: Typhon, Phantom, Mimic, Nightmare, Poltergeist, Technopath

- Overwatch: McCree, Reaper, Soldier 76, Hanzo, Reinhardt, Tracer, Widowmaker, Sombre, Mercy, Junkrat, Genji, Baptiste, Orisa, Zarya

- Witcher: Geralt, Ciri, Jaskier

- Until Dawn: Josh, Sam, Mike, Chris, Wendigo

- Evolve: Goliath, Wraith, Kraken, Behemoth, Gorgon

- Dragon Age: Solas, Varric, Iron Bull, Cassandra, Dorian, Sera, Cullen, Hawke, Cole, Vivienne

- Stranger Things: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Jim Hopper

What I write:

- Series

- One-shots

- Fluff

- Angst

- Smut

- Romance

- Slow Burns

- Enemies to Lovers/Enemies to Friends to Lovers

- Strangers to Lovers/Strangers to Friends to Lovers

- x Reader

- Original Female & Male Characters

- Polyamorous 

- Hurt/Comfort

- Dub-con/Non-con (stories with these will have warnings!!!)

- Kinks

- Monsters

- Aliens

- Robots

- AU’s

[fuckallthegood0nesweretaken]

Things I write for!

Alright! So here is the list of things I write for. Keep in mind that I will write smut and sexual themes, but If I don’t think it fits or if there is something that makes me uncomfortable, I won’t write it. I will write AU’s, romantic and platonic. I do not write characterxcharacter or any OC’s. I will write for female, male and nb readers, just let me know in your request.

I have also added a list of AU’s and tropes I like to write but if you have one in mind that isn’t on here, don’t be afraid to include it! The characters in bold are ones that I especially love to write for. 

ANIME: 

Assassination Classroom- I’ll write for Asuno, Okano, Maehara, Itona, Kaede, Karma, Hazama, Mimura, Takebayashi, Justice, Kataoka, Nagisa, Hayami, Nakamura, Terasuka. Sugaya, Okajima, Yoshida, Muramatsu, Sugino, Kanzaki, Isogai, Fuwa, Kurro-Sensei, Irina, and Karasuma. Romantic, platonic, student/teacher/assassin reader is fine.

Attack on Titan- I’ll write for Armin, Eren, Hanji, Jean, Levi, Marco, and Mikasa. I don’t mind spoilers, so anything goes.

Fairy Tail- I’ll write for Cana, Elfman, Erza, Gajeel, Gray, Jellal, Juvia, Laxus, Loke/Leo, Levy, Lucy, Mirajane, Mystogan, Natsu, and Wendy(PLATONIC ONLY). I’ve read the entire manga so anything goes.

Free!- Just the main peeps; Makoto, Nagisa, Rei, Haru, Rin, and Souske. I haven’t watched any of it in a long time and I really don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Haikyuu!!- Everyone in Karasuno; everyone in Nekoma; Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kyotani from Aoba johsai; Bokuto, Akaashi from Fukurodani; Ushijima, Tendo from Shiratorizawa. I have not seen season three and four so no spoilers please! 

Hetalia- I’m not super into this anime anymore, but I’ll still write for it. I’ll write for anyone and I’ve seen everything so anything goes.

K-Project/K- I’ll write for anyone. I’ve also seen the whole thing so anything goes.

Kuroko no Basket- I will only write for the generation of Miracles. I haven’t seen anything past season one, but I don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Log Horizon- I will write for anyone. I have only seen season one so no spoilers please!

Magi- I will write for Alibaba, Morgiana, and Sinbad. I don’t mind spoilers, so anything goes.

My Hero Academia- I will write for Bakugou, Hagukure, Iida, Jiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, Midoriya, Mina, Momo, Ojiro, Sato, Sero, Shoji, Todoroki, Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Uraraka; Kendo, Monoma, Tetsutetsu; Shinso; Mirio, Nejire, Tamaki; All Might/Small Might, Eraserhead, Fat Gum, Hawks, Kamui Woods, Present Mic; Dabi, Shiguraki, Toga. I haven’t read anything past Hawks being introduced, so no spoilers past that point in the manga. Other than that, anything goes.

Naruto- I’ll write for Asuma, Choji, Deidara, Gaara, Hidan, Hinata, Itachi, Jiraiya, Kakashi, Kakuzu, Kankuro, Kiba, Kisame, Kurenai, Lee, Minato, Naruto, Neji, Obito/Tobi, Sakura, Sasori, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Shino, Temari, Tenten, Tsunade, Zabuza. . I haven’t seen/read all of it but don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Sailor Moon- I’ll write for Sailor’s Moon, Mercury, Jupiter, Mars, Venus, Tuxedo Mask and their normal counterparts.. I’ve seen all of it, but a long time ago. I don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Seven Deadly Sins- I’ll write for Ban, Diane, Escanor, King/Harlequin, Meliodas, Merlin; Arthur, Elizabeth, Gilthunder, Howzer. . I’ve seen what they have of the anime on Netflix and the movie. No spoilers from the manga, but everything goes other than that.

BOOKS:

Harry Potter- I will write for Cedric, Dean, Draco, Fred, George, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Ron, Seamus; James, Lily, Remus, Sirius; Newt, Queenie.  I’ve read and seen everything so anything goes.

Lord of the Rings- I’ll write for Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, Frodo, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Sam. I’ve read the books and seen the movies so anything goes.

Narnia- I’ll write for Caspian, Edmund, Eustace, Lucy, Peter, Susan. I’ve read the books and seen the movies so anything goes.

Percy Jackson- I’ll write for Annabeth, Bianca, Clarisse, Leo, Luke, Nico, Percy, Piper, Thalia; Frank, Hazel, Jason, Reyna. I’ve read all the books up to Magnus Chase. I don’t mind spoilers and will write for anyone so anything goes. 

The Hobbit- I’ll write for Bard, Bilbo, Bofur, Dwalin, Fili, Kili, Legolas, Tauriel, Thorin. I’ve read the books and seen the movies so anything goes.

K-POP:

BTS- Hoseok/J-Hope, Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon/RM, Seokjin/Jin, Taehyung/V, Yoongi/Suga

KARD- Jiwoo, Taehyung/J-Seph, Matt/BM, Somin

MonstaX- Changkyun/I.M, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Kihyun, Minhyuk, Shownu, Wonho

GOT7- Bambam, Jackson, Jaebum, Jinyoung, Mark, Youngjae, Yugyeom

TWICE- Chaeyoung, Dahyun, Jeongyeon, Jihyo, Mina, Momo, Nayeon, Sana, Tzuyu

BlackPink- Chaeyoung/Rose, Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa

Mamamoo- Hwasa, Moonbyul, Solar, Wheein

MOVIES: 

Big Hero 6- I will write for Fred, Go-Go, Hiro, Honey Lemon, Tadashi, Wasabi

How to Train Your Dragon- I will write for Hiccup, Astrid, and Eret.

Hunger Games- I will write for Katniss, Gale, Peeta, Joanna, and Finnick.

Jumanji- I have seen both 1&2. I am doing a rewrite of the first movie (and the second later on) but will write for any of the characters.

The Meg- I will write for Jax, Jack Morris, DJ, and Jonas Taylor. I’ve seen the movie so anything goes.

Pirates of the Caribbean- I will write for Jack, Elizabeth, James, and Will. I’ve seen everything so anything goes.

The Purge- I’ve seen all of the movies, but not the TV show. I’ll most likely use this as an AU but I do have a rewrite of Election Year and Anarchy in my WIP’s

Star Wars- I will write for Anakin, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Finn, Han Solo, Hux, Leia, Luke, Obi-Wan, Padme, Poe, Rey

DC:

Flash- I haven’t seen past season one, but I don’t mind spoilers so I’ll write for all the characters and anything goes.

Justice League- I’ll write for all of the heroes. I haven’t seen a lot of the cartoon shows, but I’ve seen the live action movies and Young Justice (Season 1&2 ONLY). Anything goes.

Suicide Squad- I will write for Boomer, Deadshot, Diablo, Harley Quinn, Katana

Young Justice- I will write for Aqualad/Kaldur, Artemis/Tigress, Beast Boy/Garfield, Blue Beetle/Jaime Reyes, Impulse/Bart Allen, Kid Flash/Wally, Miss Martian/Megan, Nightwing-Robin/Dick, Robin/Tim, Red Arrow/Roy Harper, Superboy/Connor, Wonder Girl/Cassie, Zatanna Zatara. I haven’t seen season three, so please no spoilers!! 

MARVEL:

AntMan- I will write for Hope, Luis, Scott 

Avengers- I will write for Bruce, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, Peter, Sam, Steve, Thor, Tony, Wanda

Black Panther- I will write for Erik, Everett Ross, M’Baku, Nakia, Okoye, Shuri, T’Challa

Dr. Strange- I will write for Steven Strange

Guardians- I will write for Gamora, Nebula, Peter, Yondu

X-Men- I will write for Bobby/Iceman, Hank(old and young), Jean(old and young), Kitty Pryde, Logan/Old Man Logan, Marie/Rogue, Ororo Munroe(old and young), Remy LeBeau, Scott(old and young), Victor Creed; Alex Summers, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Jubilee, Kurt, Peter Maximoff, Raven(young only)

TV SHOWS:

Avatar the Last Airbender- I’ll write for Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Suki, Zuko, Azula, Mei, and Ty Lee. I’ve seen everything so anything goes.

Dr. Who- I have seen everything up to the 12th Doctor. No spoilers for 12&13 please! Other than that, anything goes.

Game of Thrones- I will write for the Starks(Arya, Brandon, Jon, Robb, Sansa), Tormund, Sandor, the Lannisters(Jaime, Tyrion), Daenerys, Brienne, Gendry, Podrick, Bronn, Oberyn, Sam, Theon, and Yara. I have seen the entire series and anything goes.

Legend of Korra- I’ll write for Korra, Mako, Bolin, and Asami. I haven’t seen anything past season one, but I don’t mind spoilers. Anything goes.

The Mandalorian- I’ll write for Cara, Mando, and Paz. I’ve seen everything so anything goes. 

Sherlock- I will write for Sherlock, John, and Greg. I haven’t seen past season three episode two so no spoilers please! Other than that, anything goes.

Supernatural- I will write for Sam, Dean, Cas, and John. I haven’t seen past season 6 but don’t mind spoilers, so anything goes!

The Walking Dead- I’ll write for anybody. I’m only at the beginning of season nine, so anything past that please don’t spoil it!

Video Games:

Assassins Creed- I’ll write for Altair, Ezio, and Connor. I’ve played some of the games and don’t mind spoilers so anything goes.

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild- I have beaten the game and will write for Link and Zelda. 

AU’S:

Adventurers

Assassin

Athlete

College

Coffee Shop

Mafia

Magic

Modern

Musician 

Pet Shop

Royalty

Soulmate- Colorblind, tattoo(name of soulmate/first words spoken, etc.), watch countdown, whatever you write on yourself ends up on them.

Spy

Supernatural

Superpower

Tattoo Artist

Tropes:

Human from our world dropped into their world and vice versa

Only one bed

Roommates 

[withlovewriting]

Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 23: The Forte of a Woman is The Brain, Not The Body

Chapter Twenty-three: The Forte of a woman is The Brain, Not The Body

Over obsessed with every second I waste her time, She gets aggressive the very second she takes that line, Well, calm down, I hate to see that look on your face, She said it’s hard to escape, But girl, I think you gotta give it a break

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 2,924

Chapter Warnings: Talk of drug use, implied threats, implied sexual content, Fez with a gun bc phew

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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Walking through the school corridors, you felt like you were dragging cement-coated feet.

"Hey, where'd you run off to at the party?" The boy placed an arm around your shoulder but quickly removed it when you sent him a glare, "OK, hands to myself, I get it. But seriously, where'd you go?"

"I uh, I had some things to sort out."

Sure, everyone who attended the party that night and was sober enough knew it was Fezco who'd attacked Nate, but you weren't about to add fuel to the fire by telling someone who most likely didn't see it and had no obligation to keep the information to himself.

"Where did the rest of the drugs go? The ones I specifically told you not to take without me?"

Shrugging, he sent you a wide smile, "You didn't come back. It would've been rude not to. Feel free to hit me up anytime though, I got a shit ton back at my place."

Sending him a side glance, you couldn't hide the suspicion that was etched on your face. Seemingly understanding, Elliot made himself a little clearer, "I mean, Rue comes over all the time. For real, nothing weird. Just drugs. I'll give you my number."

"Uh, maybe. Yeah."

Elliot raised a brow, noting your distraction, before turning his head. Seeing Jules and Rue seemingly mid-argument, the former turned to leave without so much as a proper goodbye.

"Everything good, Rue?" You questioned, making your way toward your friend, who was hanging her head in frustration.

"I get you in trouble?"

Sighing, Rue glanced between the two of you. Why couldn't she of seen you when Elliot approached her and Jules earlier? Hell, she could've made up the excuse that she knew him through you, and Jules probably wouldn't even question it. It was too late now, though.

"Yeah, kinda."

Throwing his arms over both yours and Rue's shoulder, this time ignoring the glance you sent him, he only smiled, "I feel like we should do drugs."

"I um, I can't. I gotta go head to the store."

"Ah, young love is calling, right?"

Turning your head toward Rue, your brow creased in confusion, prompting Rue to continue, "I mean, Fez practically dragged you outta there, right? Some people were talking about it."

"Uh, yeah. We... I dunno. It was a long night, one I'd really rather forget," shaking your head, you removed yourself from Elliot's hold, "But yeah, I need to go so... Don't have too much fun without me this time."

Rue hadn't mentioned her very near overdose that night to you. Just as you hadn't told her about the little habit you'd picked up from Faye. A 'one-time thing' wasn't really in the vocabulary of an addict.

Walking into the store, you spotted Faye sitting on the freezer box, "Hey, Fezco around?"

Looking up from her carton of juice, she sent you a small smile, "Yeah, in the back."

Faye didn't really care what people thought about her. She was too high most of the time anyway, but even when she wasn't, she knew the realities of how people only gave a fuck when they had something to lose. So why should she care what they thought of her? That was their business, not hers.

But you... She liked you, or was at least, growing to.

She didn't have that many friends, spending most of her time with Custer, but even she knew that your predicament wasn't very normal. She had presumed that you would feel very much like Ash did about her, unwelcoming and rude, giving Fezco an earful when you thought she couldn't hear you.

And yet, you'd sent her kind smiles, and tried to placate Ash, distracting him in hopes that one day, he might not leave the room as she entered. Sure, you weren't exactly friends, but since she had to stay at Fezco's for an undisclosed amount of time, maybe you two could at least be friendly.

You pottered around the store as you did last year, straightening items whilst Fez finished putting out any stock, both meeting back at the till.

Fez was perched on the table, arms wound tightly around your waist and chest pressed to your back as you stood between his legs, tongue battling with a jellybean stuck on your tooth.

Fez's small kisses to your shoulder stopped abruptly when a small voice could be heard from the entry, "Oh, hey."

Turning, you saw Lexi stood with hands clasped behind her back and a timid smile on her lips. But her eyes decieved her. She wasn't there for a friendly chat, and something about her demeanor set you on edge,

"What's up, Lex."

Taking in a deep breath, Lexi finally did what she never had the courage to do. She spoke out.

"Cal Jacob's came to my house," when your face didn't change, she continued, "He was asking about the New Year's party. About who attacked Nate."

"I mean, nobody's stupid enough to actually tell him, right?" You questioned, not too worried. If your classmates wanted to continue their weekend habits, they'd know better than to point the finger at their dealer.

Sighing, Lexi crossed her arms in front of her, nerves on edge, "Well, one person was-"

Stopping abrutly, Lexi's eyes caught a movement in the convex mirror, cursing under her breath as she quickly turned around, pretending to browse the fridge as the man of the hour walked in. As if just the thought of the man was enough to conjure him, like some sort of demon.

"Evening."

Turning his attention toward Cal, Fezco's body remained calm, yet his eyes watched him as he began to wander around the store, "Sup, man."

By the look on Lexi's face, it was clear enough to you both why Cal Jacobs was here, of all places.

Fez pulled his eyes away from the retreating man's back, connecting with Ash's through the fridge door, a silent conversation that told him to be on guard.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as Cal wandered along the small aisle, picking up items just to place them back down, feigning interest.

"You got any spearmint gum?" He asked, passing Faye who, even despite not being at the party or knowing anything about Fezco and Nate, sensed something was up.

You felt his arms tighten around your waist, as if he was ready to push you away from him at any moment, for your sake, not his.

"I don't know man, the gums right here."

Cal passed, a slight smirk on his face as his eyes connected with yours. Your poker face was nowhere as advanced as Fez's, and you only prayed that between Lexi and yourself, neither of you gave anything away.

"I didn't know you two knew each other."

Fez's fingers were now digging into your hips, and he wished he'd just shoved you in the back with Ash the moment Cal came wandering in. You both remained silent, bar your slight nod in his direction. Releasing a huff of air, Cal picked up a stick of gum, returning his attention to Fezco "This your store?"

"It's a family business."

Cal walked around the aisle where Fezco could only see him via the security mirror, the man leaning next to Lexi to pull a pack of candy from the shelf as she stayed as still as a mouse, "So your parents own it?"

"You usually ask this many questions, man?" Fezco's voice remained calm, hiding any worry from his tone, yet you could tell he was on edge.

"Just you," He made his way back toward the counter, eyes dropping down to where Fez's fingers rubbed small circles over your hips, your eyes remaining on the floor below, begging yourself not to make eye contact with the man, "She tell you who I am?"

Fez's eyes widened a little, unsure whether Cal meant Lexi, or you, "Nah, man."

"-Are you a cop?" Faye spoke up, yet it wasn't enough to break the tension.

"No," his hand moved toward his coat pocket as he looked around the group, his face stoic.

Hearing a slight crinkle, you looked up through the fridges, noting Ash grabbing a pistol that was hidden in a cereal box. Holding your breath, you remained still, eyes darting toward Cal's pocket as he fished around, only to eventually pull out a couple of notes.

Yet the threat remained, still keeping you on edge even after you'd exhaled.

"Just a concerned father."

Placing the notes on the bench, Cal began to walk away, only stopped once he had stepped a foot outside, "Oh, tell your father I said I'll see him tomorrow, bright and early."

"What?" Your voice was quiet, but Cal had finally caught your attention, eyes wide as you looked toward him.

"Didn't he tell you? After his arrest, he got let go," you knew that. Of course, you knew that. You’d been discussing his need of a job not that long ago, "Lucky for him, I have a position available. He works for me, now."

His words should've been reassuring, knowing that your life wouldn't fall apart because neither of you could pay the bills, but his tone had just enough venom in to be a threat.

Sending you a dry smile, he finally made his exit, getting in his car before pulling out quickly. Fez had moved you to the side, following him out, just in case. Watching the man's tires screech against the wet concrete, Fez took a deep breath once he was finally out of sight.

Fez wasn't stupid, he knew that Cal knew, and that this wouldn't be the last of him.

Fez returned to the store, his face a little paler than usual, "The fuck was that about?"

His eyes settled on Lexi's as she fidgeted, swapping her weight between her feet, "Cassie. He came over last night, and threatened her. Said he knew that she knew, and he'd get the police to question her if she didn't tell him. That's why I'm here. I'm so sorry, Fezco-"

"Ain't your fault," he sighed, running his hand over his head before leaning against the table and pulling you close to his side, as if you were some sort of security blanket, "Your Dad really ain’t tell you?"

You shook your head, eyes meeting Ash's who had stepped out of the fridge the minute Cal had left, "No. He hasn't said anything."

"I don't think you should be stayin' there tonight. He knows where you live-"

"And you don't think he knows where you live, Fez. You're a way bigger target to him than me right now, maybe you two shouldn't stay there."

Shrugging, Fez shook his head, "Grandma."

Understanding, you nodded your head before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, hand delving into his pocket as he raised a brow at you. Pulling the cigarette pack from him and placing one behind your ear as he always did, you sighed, "I gotta get going anyway. Got a meeting."

You could feel Lexi's wide eyes on you, making you feel slightly uncomfortable talking about a NA meeting when you knew she also knew you weren't sober.

If this was what shame felt like, it could take a long run off a short bridge.

"Want me to drop you?"

Accepting a small, chase kiss from Fez, you placed your hands on his chest, "No, I uh... I think after that I could do with the fresh air. See you later."

Fez dug through his pockets for a second, grabbing his key out and placing it into your back pocket, "Come round after, alright?"

You nodded, before turning to Lexi, sending her a soft smile, "And thanks. For the warning."

Your words might've seemed sarcastic, since she actually didn't get to warn you about Cal, but she tried. And that was enough for you. Sending you a polite nod, she mumbled a goodbye as you left.

Deciding to scrap the idea of a meeting, you pulled out your phone and dialed a new number. Answering right away, Elliot sounded a little confused until you told him who it was.

"Shit, didn't think I'd actually hear from you. If you're looking for Rue, you-"

"No, I'm not. I know where Rue is," most likely at the meeting that you were currently skipping, "You still got some shit on you?"

You heard a huff of laughter, almost sounding condescending, but ignored it as the next lot of words left his mouth, "Always. I'll drop you my address."

20 minutes later, you were at Elliot's door, sending his sister... cousin... maybe even girlfriend -- You didn't know, nor care -- a polite smile as Elliot led you into his room, shutting the door with a slight slam.

"You should probably know, I'm already really, really high. Rue came over earlier, so..."

Wiping your nose, the powder causing your nostril to itch, you shrugged, "It's fine, I don't care."

"You didn't go to the meeting?" Stopping short, your head popped up as you sent him a perplexed stare, a second, neat line just waiting for you "Rue said that's how you met. Pretty fuckin' ironic if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't ask you." You glared before angrily leaning down to snort the rest of the line.

Eyes widened, Elliot stuttered a little, "Shit, no. I didn't mean anything by it just... I dunno. I thought it was-"

"Hypocritical?" Pushing yourself against the boy's headboard as he sat on the floor below, he shook his head at you.

"No. Funny. Just... kinda funny."

When he struggled to hold in a smirk, you felt your own lips pull, a hearty laugh forcing its way out of your chest, Elliot's own cackle following after. You supposed it was pretty ironic.

You'd hoped the fresh air would've sobered you up as you stumbled toward Fez's house, deciding you'd take him up on his offer, but alas the slow walk did fuck all.

Pushing the door open, you managed to send it flying, the handle hitting the side panel behind it, "Shit, fuck... shh," you whispered, as if it was the door's fault.

Stumbling past the living room, you had to force yourself not to just collapse onto the couch and pass out there, tiredness making your eyes burn and the need for sleep causing your already not great agility to falter even more as you shin bone caught the edge of said couch.

"Sorry, shit..." you huffed, a side glance toward Faye who was fast asleep on the opposite couch.

You stumbled into the bathroom, not bothering to turn the light on as you shut yourself in, hands gripping the sink as you tried to stop your heart from beating right out of your chest.

The door creaked open, and before you knew what was happening a gun was thrust to the back of your head. Releasing a yelp, you span around too high to actually be aware of the danger behind your actions.

"Fuck, Ma. I could've blew your fuckin' brains out." Fez sighed, his eyes squeezing shut when he realized it was you. Running his hand over his head, gun still clenched tightly, he sighed, "What you doin' getting in so late, making a shit ton of noise?"

"Sorry, I just... I had to pee real bad, and it was dark." You whispered, a feeble smile gracing your lips, hoping that due to the darkness, Fez wouldn't be able to see the size of your pupils.

Seemingly forgiving your sudden invasion, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead, "You get to bed, I'ma go lock up."

Crawling into bed, you let out a long exhale, relishing in both the warm bed, and your sweet high. When the bed dipped next to you, indicating Fez was back, you turned toward him, lifting a leg up over his pelvis and snuggling into his side, body desperate for sleep.

"Everythin' good at the meeting?"

Keeping your eyes pressed together, you forcefully swallowed before nodding, hoping he'd get the hint that you didn't want to talk about it. Unfortunately for yourself, Fezco wasn't the best at reading social cues.

"How long you got left of meetings? Or is it like, a lifetime thing?"

"I don't know Fez." You mumbled, pushing your face further into his chest as his fingertips traced swirls into your thigh. He knew you weren't exactly sober, but you were fully aware that he didn't know how bad it had got, especially since he hadn't been the one to supply you with drugs for a while.

"What about Rue? She good, or she still-"

Using the last remaining energy in your body, you pushed yourself up, sliding your leg all the way over him and straddling his hips, pressing a forceful kiss to his mouth, "I don't wanna talk about Rue right now."

He grunted as you rocked your hips against his, your tongue pushing it's way into his mouth before creeping down his neck as your fingers pushed up his grey shirt, dancing along his abdomen.

His own hands gripped your hips, fingertips playing with the lace band of your underwear before pushing you down harder onto him.

You should've felt a little amoral, using sex against him, but it was a sure-fire way to both distract him, and stop the guilt in your veins bubble.It would also guarantee a peaceful night sleep for the both of you, Ash and Faye’s ears be damned.

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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 20: A Church of Broken Glass and Breathless Hallelujahs

Chapter Twenty: A Church of Broken Glass and Breathless Hallelujahs

You say space will make it better, and time will make it heal, I won’t be lost forever and soon I wouldn’t feel, Like I’m haunted, falling, Would you take the wheel, if I lose control? If I’m lying here, will you take me home? Could you take care, of a broken soul, Will you hold me now? Will you take me home?

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 5,564

Chapter Warnings: Signs of mental distress, mention of a bad trip, physical violence, smut. enjoy ;) also SO SO SO sorry this is late i got... distracted

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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Locking the bathroom door, you covered your ears as you paced, trying to shut your senses off.

Waking up long after the sun had risen, and sleeping in until the moon began to creep under the horizon, the days were all blending into one, and you felt like you were going crazy.

Squeezing your eyes shut, a sob escaped you when you heard the groups of people that littered your house, laughing and dancing and having the time of their lives, all while you hid away in the restroom.

You wanted everyone to go away, you wanted to go away.

"Everything OK in there?" Liam's slurred voice called from the hallway as he knocked on the door.

When you didn't reply, he knocked harder, his voice losing any warmth it once held, "C'mon, I know you're in there. It's really fuckin' rude to tell people to get out and then hide in the bathroom like a little bitch."

You began hyperventilating as his fists continued to pound the door, and you were sure he'd break it down eventually. Your voice was quiet as you pleaded with him to leave and take everyone with him. You just wanted to be alone.

"Baby, c'mon. It's just me. Come on out here, and we can talk."

Your chin wobbled as you pressed your forehead against the door, "Will you make everyone leave?"

You couldn't hear his annoyed sigh, nor see his jaw twitch, but his voice remained sweet, almost sickly, "Of course. They're leaving right now. Come on out."

You really should've followed your gut and stayed in the bathroom, but your phone was nowhere to be seen and you were experiencing a bad trip. You should've known better than mixing shit, but pill after pill was crushed into a line and you couldn't say no, even if you wanted to.

Yet, in good faith, you slid the lock and slowly pulled open the door, peeking through the small gap.

"There she is, there's my pretty girl. Now come on out here, and we can talk."

The music was still thumping downstairs, and if you'd had just taken a moment to look around the hallway, you'd have noticed people were not, in fact, leaving. As you opened the door wider, revealing your shaking form to him, Liam's hand shot out, grabbing you harshly by the throat as he all but dragged you from the bathroom, slamming you into the wall opposite the door,

"Public school really did a fuckin' number on you, didn't it? Maybe, you need to be reminded about manners, especially with house fuckin' guests."

The wind was knocked out of you as he shoved you into the wall once again, barely able to feel the sharp sting on the back of your head.

People in the hallway avoided your desperate stares as you silently pleaded with them to help you, brushing Liam's actions under the rug. It was well known that he had anger issues, and so long as they weren't on the receiving end of it, they didn't care. Hell, you had been in their position not all that long ago, and what did you do?

Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.

His rough hands guided you into your room, shoving you onto the bed as his chest heaved. Watching you for a moment, he finally broke the silence, letting out a sadistic laugh, seemingly bathing in the distress that radiated from you.

"Now, when I come back, I expect you to be much nicer and a lot more accommodating to your guests, alright?"

Slamming the door behind him, you rushed to lock it before he could change his mind and march back in.

Trapped in the throws of panic -- or maybe mania, you weren't sure -- your heart felt like it would beat right out of your chest. Your head was pounding as you struggled to get enough oxygen into your lungs. Making your way to your bed, you settled on the floor and pushed yourself under.

Flashbacks of you hiding in the same position, trying to block out the noise of your father tearing the place up in the months after your mother had left rushed around your head, causing you to squeeze your eyes closed, your hands covering your ears once more, unsure whether you were trying to block out the loud music, or the memories.

You needed it to be over.

"I cannot believe she's done this again." Rue huffed, looking up at the house full of people she'd never seen before.

"You sure you didn't get an invite?"

Pulling out her phone, Rue scanned through her messages before looking at her call log, holding it out to the boy, "Seven missed calls. God knows how many unanswered texts. She's avoiding me. Shit, what if she knows?"

Elliot ran his hand over his head, sending her a confused glance, "Knows what?"

"That it was me who called the cops on her Dad, not Fez..." Rue's eyes widened, she really needed to work on her filter, "Don't uh... Don't repeat that, alright?"

Pretending to zip his lip and throw away the key, Elliot sent her a small smile, "C'mon, we aren't gonna find her standing out here."

Elliot pushed his way through the sea of people, dragging Rue along with him as she peered around, trying to find you. She'd asked a few people if they'd seen you, a few even having the audacity to question who you were.

"It's her fuckin' house, dude. If you don't know her, maybe get the fuck out."

Rue's patience was wearing thin, and her high was dwindling quickly as she continued to look around for you. She had to forcefully swallow the lump that settled in her throat whenever she was in your house, the memory of seeing you crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, your father eyeballing her from the top step as he decided what to do next burned in her memory.

The way you'd screamed and cried at Fez, thinking he was responsible for your father being dragged off into the back of a cop car. The guilt that gripped her by the throat, forcing her to take deep breaths.

She hadn't witnessed something like that before, and although she'd never tell you, she hoped your father would rot in a jail cell for the rest of his life. But it was in the hands of the American justice system... And Rue's confidence in them wasn't exactly brimming. Shit, she'd probably get more time if she was caught defacing the side of a building.

Making their way into the kitchen where someone had set up a large selection of alcohol that Rue knew you didn't have the money for, they poured a drink and continued to look around for you. Rue's attention was drawn away as she listened to a group of girls gossiping, your name coming up a few times.

"I heard that he turned her down, so she locked herself in her room."

"Oh, they totally hooked up in the bathroom. Jen's gonna lose her shit-"

"Hopefully she doesn't take a dive from the roof... Again."

Shoving her shoulder into one of the girls as she pushed past them, Elliot followed her, barely sending them an apologetic smile as he rushed after her, "What's wrong?"

"I know where she is."

Taking the stairs two at a time, Rue rushed toward your door, trying to turn the handle. Frowning as she realized it was locked, she pounded her fists against the door, calling out to you.

"I wouldn't bother, man. She's fuckin' out of it." A boy laughed, remembering you stumbling about a couple of hours before, whispering to yourself as your eyes darted around at things no-one else could see. His eyes scanned Rue's body, sending her what he had presumed was a seductive look.

"Hey..." Rue began, his eyes darting back to her own, only to realize she was glaring, "Fuck off."

Banging on the door a few more times, panic began to settle in Rue's chest. Not knowing where you were was bad enough. Knowing you were on the other side of the door, yet still unreachable, was worse.

She tried to ring your phone, cursing under her breath as she heard the same automated voicemail message that had greeted her for the past couple of days.

"Want me to break down the door?" Elliot asked, watching as she fiddled with her phone.

An eyebrow rose, sending the boy a skeptical glance. She didn't mean any offense by it, but the boy's frame wasn't all that different from her own, and if she couldn't break it down, she didn't hold out much hope that he could, either.

"No, it's good. I got it."

Fez had spent the night relaxing at home. He'd ordered a pizza, smoked half a joint, and slowly sipped at his beer as he watched his brother complete another level on his gaming station.

He struggled to hold in a huff of laughter as he heard his brother talking shit to the other players when his phone began to vibrate. Seeing Rue's number, he contemplated whether or not to answer it, not sure whether he wanted to deal with her bullshit tonight.

"Hey, can I have a go?" Faye asked as she placed another beer in front of Fez on the coffee table before returning to her seat on the floor.

Mumbling under his breath, Ash tried his best to ignore her. He was still vexed with his brother for allowing her to stay in their house without consulting him. They were partners, brothers. And Ash didn't fucking like the girl. Especially considering she was hiding from the police. If he was honest, he thought his brother was maybe a little too soft, and if it was up to him, she'd be out on the street.

"Whassup, Rue?" Fez sent Faye a quick nod in thanks for the beer, listening as Rue's panicked voice stuttered down the phone to him, causing him to push himself up straight, brow furrowed.

Sensing his brother's body language shift, Ash paused the game and turned to watch him, noting there was definitely something wrong as Fez reassured Rue he was on his way and stood to grab his car keys.

"She OK?" He questioned, standing too.

"It's not her. C'mon, I'll explain on the way."

Ash watched as his brother charged out of the house, his usual stoic aura long gone. Throwing the controller towards Faye, he sent her a sharp glare, "Don't fuckin' touch nothin', and don’t overwrite my save."

He made his way down the hall, before returning and following Fez to the car.

Pushing the front door open, Fez shouldered people out of his way as he made his way toward the staircase. Turning, he raised his voice over the music, "Ash. Get these people the fuck outta here."

As Fez began to climb the stairs, Ash rushed back toward the car, knowing exactly how he intended to do so.

Rue spotted Fez as he made his way toward her, apprehension etched on his face, "She not come out yet?"

"I offered to break down the door..." Elliot shrugged, not sure of how to help. He barely knew Rue, let alone you. Taking a sip from the cup he'd grabbed earlier, he adverted his eyes as Fez ignored him, trying the door handle as if to check it was still locked.

Fez glanced around the hallway for a moment, racking his brain for something, anything, that would help.

Rue was sure she saw the light-bulb that dinged above his head the moment he knew what to do, "Help Ash get everyone out."

"Where are you going?" Rue shouted as Fez made his way back toward the stairs, rushing down them without an answer.

Clambering up the tree outside your window wasn't how he'd intended to spend his evening, yet here he was, sweating his balls off despite the colder weather, cursing whenever his foot would slip.

Thankful when he finally reached the large branch that sat right outside your window, he sighed in relief. Peering through the window, he frowned when he couldn't see you. Ready to climb down and ask Rue what the fuck was going on, he was quickly distracted by a movement in the corner of his eye.

The floorboard creaked, causing your breath to catch in your throat. You were certain you'd locked the door, hoping for some peace and quiet, but if Liam was in your room, clearly he'd found a way in.

Holding your breath and staying as still as you could, you saw a pair of shoes stand at the side of your bed, jean-clothed legs bending down as he sat on his knees.

You felt like you were going to pass out but still refused to suck in another breath, hoping and praying that he would just go away as you squeezed your eyes shut. He'd been nothing but trouble since the first time you'd spoken to him, collecting your books from the school halls.

"Ma?"

The voice was much softer, despite the thumping music coming from below. Your eyes fluttered open, not quite trusting your mind, but as you stared into his cerulean eyes, your lungs forced you to inhale sharply, and a heart-wrenching whimper fell from your lips.

"It's me, Ma. It's OK. You're OK."

Laying on his side, he was face-to-face with you as his fingertips skimmed over your face. Wiping a tear away and stroking your face, his eyes were full of affection, "I got you, Ma. Everything’s gonna be alright now."

It took a moment or two for Fez to convince you to come out from under the bed, his large hands helping you into his lap as he clung onto you, allowing you to sob into his shoulder.

"You safe now. I gotchu."

"Everybody, get the fuck out!" Rue shouted once Elliot had turned off the music. People booed and cursed her out, before continuing their conversations, not moving a step.

Running her hand through her hair, Rue looked toward Elliot, who only shrugged in reply.

"The cops are on their way, fuckin' move." Elliot tried, sighing when he was ignored, "This is fucking impossible."

"Move," Ash pushed past, standing just in front of them.

Cocking the shotgun, Ash waved it around the room as people gasped, "Get the fuck out, now. I ain't askin' again."

People fled, pushing each other out of the way in a panic as Ash stared them down, gun aimed at all times. When everyone had finally dispersed, Ash turned the safety back on and sighed, ignoring the look Rue was sending him, her eyebrows stretching toward her hairline. The boy was a badass motherfucker.

Fez's hand was wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against his side as he helped you down the stairs.

Rue approached you cautiously before holding your face in her palms and wiping your tears away with her thumbs. Pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, she mumbled that she would speak to you soon.

Ash offered Rue and Elliot a ride home, and Fez couldn't help but feel grateful when they declined, insisting on walking home instead. Rue asked Fez to let her know how you were in the morning as he helped you into the back of the car, only leaving once he'd agreed.

Once Ash was in the passenger seat, Fez started up the car, driving home in silence.

"She's gonna be alright?"

Fez looked back toward you, concern tugging his lips into a frown, "Yeah. She gonna be good now."

Leading you into his bedroom, Fez sat you on the bed before rifling through his drawers, pulling out a shirt and a pair of sweatpants and placing them next to you.

When you didn't move, Fez timidly sat next to you, keeping his voice low, "You ain't gotta change if you don't wanna, I just thought you might be more comfortable-"

Your fingers found the hem of your top, slowly pulling it off as you remained silent, almost as if Fez wasn't even there.

Keeping his eyes on your face, he grabbed his shirt and carefully pulled it over your head, before helping you with the pants. Once you were dressed, he pulled back the cover, tucking you in before turning on the lava lamp he knew you liked.

Waiting until he'd turned off the light, hand on the door handle, you finally spoke,

"Fez... Please."

If the apartment wasn't silent, Fez probably wouldn't have heard you. As he turned, he knew exactly what you were asking. Pulling his hand from the door, Fez made his way toward you, quickly pulling off his jeans before sliding into the bed next to you.

Laying as still as possible, Fez was terrified of accidentally touching you, knowing that if he remained in his current position, he'd not get a wink of sleep.

Inhaling sharply, he felt you shuffle toward him, legs grazing his as you got comfortable. Moving his arm, he allowed you to settle on his chest, releasing a deep sigh as he finally felt like he could breathe.

Pushing yourself up a little, you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw before snuggling back into him, feeling the warmth of his body lulling you into a dreamless sleep, “You didn’t have to help me.”

A soft smile pulled at his lips as he watched you with tender eyes, “I’ll always come for you. No matter what.”

Basking in the warm sunlight that crept through the window, you snuggled back into bed, reveling in the soft sheet.

Your head was pounding, your mind's way of begging you for another hit, and your face felt tight from crying.

You remembered what happened the night before -- no matter how much you wished you could just repress it -- and hoped that the longer you spent laying in the warm bed, the further away that dealing with reality would be.

Pushing yourself backward into the warm body that almost cocooned you, an airy sigh fell from Fez's lips as his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

If you didn't know better, you'd have thought the past month or so had been an awful nightmare, something your drug-fueled, anxiety-ridden mind had made up. It almost felt like a cruel joke that it wasn't.

You turned in the boy's arms cautiously, careful to not stir Fez from his well-deserved slumber, and gazed up at him. The sunrise cascaded his face in a warm glow, making him look almost ethereal as his ginger beard seemed to glow into a beautiful golden color.

When you thought of Fez, this was what you would describe. The warmth, the safety, the beauty. The red, scalding heat brimming underneath, ready to protect all that he loved.

"You havin' fun there?"

His voice was husky and low as he opened his eyes, the sun melting his usual blue into a softer Castleton green. Despite the embarrassment of being caught staring at him, it seemed impossible to look away now he was staring back at you, his eyes still yearning for slumber.

When you didn't reply, he closed his eyes again, savoring the warmth of your body in his bed once more. He'd tried to come to terms with the possibility of you never speaking to him again, and if it helped heal your hurt, he told himself he'd have to make peace with it. It would fucking suck, but he wouldn't throw Rue under the bus and spoil your friendship. Plus, if Rue hadn't called the cops, Fez knew exactly what he would've done. And then you'd definitely hate him for the rest of your life.

But you would be safe, and that would be enough for him.

"How you feelin'?"

Sighing, you also closed your eyes, hoping that the image of him laying there so peacefully would be burned into your memory, "I'm OK. Thank you, by the way. For last night... and letting me crash here."

You felt his body relax a little as his hand drew careless shapes onto your back as you remained lazing in his embrace, "Ain't no problem. I'm just glad you're safe."

Opening your eyes, you jolted a little when you realized he was now staring at you, his eyes soft and doe-like as he took in your features, a bashful smile pulling at his lips.

"You deserve someone good, Fez." You whispered, your voice weak and strained with guilt. Because he really did. And Lexi, well... Lexi was good.

His fingers ceased their drawing against your skin, his hand gripping you a little tighter as if he was worried you'd pull away and you'd end up back at square one, "I already got someone good. Don't want nobody else."

Staring up at him quietly for a moment, you could barely stop yourself. Leaning forward, your soft lips ghosted across his, warming the perpetual chill in his bones that he had endured since before he could remember.

He returned the kiss with a hesitant softness, scared that you might pull back and look into his eyes with nothing but regret. But as your body shuffled, leaning on an elbow to deepen the kiss, he could barely contain his eagerness.

Exhaling, a deep sigh came from your nose as your body calmed, knowing he wasn't going to push you away, reject you. His feelings -- at least as far as you were aware -- hadn't changed, despite how badly you'd felt you had treated him as of late.

Hands grazing his shirt, your fingertips roamed from his hip, tracing the path of hair leading to his navel. Fez sat himself up a little, pulling the shirt from his body before continuing the kiss, his tongue coaxing your lips open to tangle with your own.

His fingers left feather-light touches across your back, sending a shiver down your spine as you pressed closer against him. As they returned back to the bottom of your -- his -- top, he tugged at the hem, only breaking the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over your head.

Pressing you flat to the bed, he shifted to hover over you, both now half-clothed. His lips cascaded down your throat, barely-there bites trailed to your clavicle.

An accidental gasp falling from your swollen lips as his tongue lapped around a pebbled nipple before taking it into his mouth, your hands flew to his shoulders, unsure whether you were trying to pull him back to your mouth, or push him down further.

Your body was on fire as he continued working over your body, his hand gently squeezing your other breast, as his mouth remained preoccupied.

Releasing your breast with a soft pop, his lips barely left your body for a moment, soft kisses pressed along your abdomen as he shuffled down the bed, your hips grinding against him, seeking friction as he moved off the bed.

Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, your blown-out eyes watched him carefully as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and tugged you toward where he knelt on the floor.

His eyes remained on yours -- burning with an intensity you'd only seen once before -- as his fingers danced along the waistband of your sweatpants, asking... pleading for permission. His mouth opened slightly when you nodded at him, his hands trying hard not to rip the pants from your body, instead taking his time to pull both the sweats, and your underwear off.

Peppering kisses along the inside of your thigh, you mewled trying to move him to where you needed him most. And although Fez was a patient guy, he took your hints and ran with them.

Your elbows gave out as he dove in, starting with gentle kitten licks and soft kisses to your clitoris before spreading you wider and licking a long, hard stripe down your core.

Fez might believe in God, but right now, you were the only alter he wanted to spend his life on his knees worshiping.

With one hand grasping the bed sheet, your other hand trailed to his head, pushing him closer, making you wish he didn't shave his head, allowing you something to pull at.

Suckling at your clit, as he slid a finger inside, he felt himself grow painfully hard when he heard the soft gasp of his name fall from your lips. Darting his eyes toward your body, he watched as you pushed out your chest, writhing around on his sheets, and he knew if he wasn't inside you soon, he'd be finishing in his boxers.

Doubling down on his effort, his eyes remained on your body as he entered another finger, collecting your natural lube before pushing in a third. When a desperate moan of his name escaped you, Fez couldn't bring himself to give a shit if you woke up the whole damn neighborhood. It was a sound that would be engraved in his memory, even on his deathbed.

Feeling you shift, his eyes trailed over your breasts, finally finding your face, his mouth almost freezing as his eyes met yours. Begging for more, your body stiffened under him as your orgasm forced its way through your body, causing you to rock your hips against his mouth, his fingers guiding you through.

He only pulled away once your body had stopped moving, chest heaving as your limbs still shook a little from the aftershock. He returned to your lips the same way he had left them, gentle kisses and soft nips leaving wet trails along your body.

Your eyes dipped toward his beard -- wet with your orgasm -- as he reappeared, trying not to get too distracted by your breasts once more. Your hand stroked along the back of his head, nudging him closer. Taking the hint, his lips fell to yours, allowing you to taste yourself.

Your fingers traced his hips once more, dipping under the waistband of his boxers, feeling him hot, heavy and leaking in your hand. His head fell to your neck, huffs of his strained breath hitting your skin as you lazily stroked him, base to tip.

Finally recovering from him ravaging your body, you pushed up a little, prepared to turn him onto his back and return the favor when he pushed his weight onto you a little more, almost pinning you beneath him.

He knew what you intended to do, the confused frown pinching at your forehead, but he simply shook his head, "I won't last. I just need... shit."

You had never seen someone so worked up over giving head, and whilst you really did want to return the favor, there was only one way you wanted... needed... this to end.

Pulling him toward your lips with one hand, your other hand finally released him and pulled down his underwear as far as you could reach.

Helping you drag them from his body, he kicked them from the bed before settling between your thighs, throbbing against your warmth, "You sure about this?"

Nodding, you send him a doubtful look, "Are you?"

A small laugh escaped him as his eyes closed, clearly trying to keep his composure, "You don't know how long I've wanted this. But you wanna stop at anytime, just say the word."

Nodding, your chest heaved as you bit your bottom lip in anticipation, watching as he moved to pull open his bedside drawer, desperately scrambling for a condom. When he shuffled back on top of you with the foil wrapper between his fingers, you felt almost giddy.

There wasn't butterflies swarming your stomach, but an intense ache in your core, a feeling only Fez could relieve.

Once he was covered, condom wrapper thrown haphazardly from the bed, he lifted your thigh, angling it outward a little, giving himself more room.

You inhaled sharply as he pushed into you, a guttural curse falling from his lips as he begged his hips to remain still, letting you adjust before he pushed himself in slowly, one inch at a time.

Your body was tense by the time you felt him bottom out, his hips grazing against yours as his body shook slightly, his eyes watching you meticulously as they burned with a fervent heat, somehow remaining soft. This wasn't your first time, far from it, but something about this felt different, new.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he tested the waters a little, gently pulling himself out as little as he could, before pushing back into you, "This OK?"

His voice was soft, low, and full of concern. He wanted nothing more than to buck wildly into you, fucking you deep into the mattress as you wailed his name in pleasure. But there was a time and place, and right now, he just wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

"You can move," You whispered, pressing your lips to his as the pain slowly ebbed into something much more enjoyable, as as Fez slowly pushed into you, he could feel your tense clasp around him weaken as you became wetter, finally accepting him.

He remained slow and steady for as long he he could, an arm curling under your head, holding you tight. Your bodies were so close that he would press his sweaty forehead against yours between kisses, caging you between his strong arms, moaning into each others mouths.

When he hit a particular angle, you could barely hold in the almost pornographic moan that forced its way from your lips, interrupting your kiss. His hips faltered for a second before he jerked his body into you a little harder, hitting the same angle and causing the same moan to fall from your mouth.

Pushing his body up slightly, his hips snapped forward again, your hands finding his back before raking your fingernails down it and Fez could no longer stop the quick, deep thrusts of his hips, rocking into you as he remained close, breathless kisses placed upon your lips as you both fought for air.

He lifted your thigh -- tucking it over his elbow -- opening you up even wider to him, allowing him the chance to watch as your bodies connected.

"Fez, I... shit," You huffed, stuttering around your words. Your head felt light as your body blazed, a sheet of sweat covering both of your bodies despite the cold January weather outside.

Knowing you were close, he released your thigh, pushing it out onto the bed before his hand began rubbing quick, harsh circles against your bud. He begged himself with every fiber of self-control to just hold on a little longer, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours, but when he felt you begin to contract around him, your hips stuttering as he continued his pace, the sound of your long, weak moan caused his own hips to falter, his hot cum squirting into the condom only moments after your own orgasm.

Removing his fingers from your clitoris, he placed his other hand back around the pillow, remaining inside you, yet still aware enough to not lean all his weight onto you.

His head was buried between your clavicle and neck, feeling your heart pound against his temple whilst he pressed breathless kisses against your warm skin.

When he finally found the strength to roll himself off of you, he basked in the cold air, thankful that it was cooling down his body as he pulled the condom off, tying it before throwing it into the bin next to his bed.

As your panting died down, you could feel his affectionate stare bore into the side of your face, even with your eyes pressed tightly together.

"You good?" Uncertainty tickled at the edges of his voice, causing a lazy grin to stretch across your face.

"More than good. You?"

"Fuck," he practically giggled, "better than ever."

You both remained quiet for a moment, allowing your bodies -- and minds -- to calm down. But when you pushed yourself up, Fez was quick to follow, a questioning frown pulling at his brows.

"I just need to, uh... clean up."

Nodding, he searched the floor for his shirt, pulling it over your naked body before helping you stand on wobbly legs.

Once you hand peed and washed your hands, you lent against the counter, trying to let everything sink in.

Your attraction to Fez had been evident since you'd first seen him through a puff of smoke. He was a good looking guy, and you knew you weren't the only one to think so.

But Fez was so much more than that. He was a good guy. The first you'd come across who didn't have ulterior motives, or shady dealings. He cared about his family and friends, and would go to war for them without any hesitation.

Shit, he'd proven that to you more than once.

Staring at your fucked-out reflection in the mirror, you quickly splashed some cold water to your face before making your way back towards him, your movement coming to a stop as you watched him, quietly puffing on a joint, cascaded in the golden sunrise, looking more relaxed and content that you'd ever seen him.

And you knew, right then and there, that -- not just in the literal sense -- you were fucked.

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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 24: Be Still and Steadfast, My Broken Soul

Chapter Twenty-four: Be Still and Steadfast, My Broken Soul

Ouch, I have lost myself again, Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found, Yeah, I think that I might break, Lost myself again and I feel unsafe, Be my friend, hold me, wrap me up, unfold me, I am small, and needy, Warm me up, and breathe me.

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 3,517

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of addictions, vague mentions of previous threats, violence (soz cal), withdrawal 

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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Your skin crawled, and the desperate desire to scratch it off until you were nothing but bloody muscle and bone itched away at your brain. Rubbing a hand over your clammy forehead, you tried to ignore how warm you felt with Fez's chest pressed against your back as Rue's watchful eyes studied you for just a moment.

"It is fucking so because... I came up with an amazing fuckin' plan."

"And what would that be, Rue?" He asked, hands settled on your hips as you stood between his open legs, the boy perched on the counter as he sent Rue a dubious look. He knew his friend, therefore he knew whatever was about to come out of her mouth was not going to be a good idea, regardless of how genius she thought it was.

"Alright, so..." Rue cleared her throat, moving into the center of the kitchen when Faye finally shut the fridge door, a plate of leftovers in her hand, "All you would have to do is front me like, $5,000 worth of drugs, okay? And-"

"Hell the fuck no." Fez interrupted, his thumbs rubbing small circles onto your hips.

The two continued to argue as you ignored them, uninterested in Rue's self-proclaimed genius endeavor and much more interested in keeping whatever food you had left in your stomach down.

Truth was, you were currently in the middle of withdrawal, your body aching for more drugs that you couldn't bring yourself to ask from Fezco.

His supply was much broader now, and although he wasn't comfortable selling hard shit, he had a suitcase to get rid of and more than willing to pay customers. Something told him that whilst Mouse was one scary mother fucker, Laurie was somehow worse.

Laurie -- much like his grandmother -- didn't need the big, scary attitude to be the best in the business. Her respect wasn't necessarily earned, but it was there. And Fezco wasn't about to fuck it up because Rue suddenly decided she was a genius. He didn't even want to hear her plan.

Chest heaving, you pushed yourself from Fez's grip, trying to act as nonchalantly as possible as you strode toward the bathroom, knowing all you'd be able to bring up was acid from your empty stomach.

"Uh, is she okay?" Rue questioned, thumb pointing in your direction when she heard the distant sounds of your gagging.

Fez's brows were drawn in a quiet concern, but he'd learned the hard way that you didn't want him fussing over you as you were puking your guts up when he tried to comfort you the previous night, and you'd all but slammed the door in his face.

You'd told him it was a stomach bug, offering to head home in case you infected him, Ash, or Faye, but the boy wouldn't have it. You couldn't help the guilt that bubbled under the surface of your skin when he brought you in a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

That one definitely wasn't fun to bring back up.

"She's just a little under the weather," Fez sighed, running a hand over his head.

Faye, who was picking through the left-overs nodded, "She's been sick for a few days."

Rue didn't quite believe them. Or rather, she didn't quite believe you.

"I'll go check-"

"I wouldn't if I were you. She damn near ripped me another one when I tried to check on her last night."

Making her way into the kitchen and grabbing a glass to fill with water, she ignored her friends grumble, making her way to the bathroom and knocking twice,

"It's me. Can I come in?"

Rue took your noncommittal grunt as a yes, pushing the door open gently before slipping in and locking the door. Her watchful gaze was on you as she handed you the glass of water, your hands shaking as you tried to press the glass to your lips.

In a low whisper, she leaned in, "It's not a bug, is it?"

"Rue, I don't-"

Rue's eyebrow lifted as you placed the glass onto the floor, spilling a little in your unsteady grip, "I know withdrawal when I see one. Why don't you ask Fezco-"

"He doesn't know, Rue. And I don't intend for him to. Plus, it's nothing he'd sell to me anyway."

Blinking for a moment, realization hit Rue like a train, "Holy shit. The heroin we found... You're still doing that shit?"

"Keep your voice down," your eyes were wide as you pressed your hand against her mouth, your whispered shout not much quieter than hers. Running a hand over your forehead, you took a deep breath, the overwhelming threat to vomit ready to make good on it's promise, "Just... Just a few times, alright? It's nothing though. I just... I don't need it, alright? It was just-"

"Pretty fucking good?" Rue smirked.

"Pretty fucking great," you stressed, your elbow propping your head up on the toilet seat, "Fuck, Rue. I just... If I just had one more hit, then I'd be done. I could wean myself off and-"

"You know the whole 'one last time, I promise' spiel doesn't really work on other drug addicts, right?"

Releasing a sigh, you shrugged. The fact you didn't have to lie to Rue felt like a blessing, and a curse. Because although she understood, she had also relapsed, and if there was one thing worse than a relapsed drug addict, it was two of them.

"I mean, since Fez isn't gonna listen to my plan -- which really is genius, by the way, like it's literally my best plan to date -- maybe you could help me with it?"

"I don't even have $5 worth of drugs to give anyone, Rue."

"Oh I know," Rue smiled, handing you the glass once more, "But we both know someone who might..."

You stood, watching Rue stutter as she tried to explain her business plan to Laurie, distracted by Bruce as he stood, staring into the fridge, as naked as the day he was born.

It should've been funny, and if you were so badly craving your next hit, you might've found it in you to laugh.

"Uh, I'm in high school, right. Uh, and I have a GPA of 3.95, and let's say, you know, all my friends Jamie, Amy and Lanie also have a GPA over 3.7,"

Laurie hummed, nodding for you both to follow her as she made her way down the few stairs to sit in her armchair.

"And, and, Laurie, these are, these are girls that you would never expect in a million years to be selling. Look, I'm a dreamer, you know, and Steve Jobs is my hero. And, I was just thinking, you know, what if there was a foolproof system to sell... you know, without anyone snitching."

Pressing a few buttons on her chair and raising her legs, Laurie still only hummed, as if she was only half paying attention.

"So, let's say... that uh, hypothetically, of course, uh, we were able to pay Jamie, Amy and Lanie $500 a month to be runners. Now as collateral, we would upload their phones to a cloud that I own."

"Why would you want that?" She shrugged, her eyes focused on the bird in front of her.

"Ah, that's a good question, Laurie," joining you on the sofa, Rue patted down her suit jacket nervously, "Well, you see, even though Jamie, Amy, and Lanie have stellar GPAs, there's also things on their phones that they don't want the world to know about because it would probably jeopardize their ability to get into Yale, Columbia, Harvard, my top choices... Uh, plus, if they ever got busted, we're looking at 6 to 12 months in juvie."

"Intent to sell is a way bigger sentence," Laurie finally turned her attention toward Rue, still poker-faced.

"Not if you're under 18. Which is nothing to having your entire life released and ruined on the internet, so their incentive to snitch is basically reduced to zero."

Closing her eyes, Laurie seemed to relax, "This is an amazing plan, you're a genius. I'll front you a 50k suitcase."

Your eyes almost popped out of your head as Laurie casually walked past the both of you, "Rue, don't do it. I know it seems like a good idea, but-"

"Maybe we should start smaller?"

"10k?"

Your eyes were still wide as you shook your head at her, knowing Laurie was only around the corner, unlocking the cupboard.

"Deal."

Remaining on the couch, Laurie sent a thinly-veiled threat toward the girl, promising that if she screwed her over, she'd get some awful people to do some real awful things. You weren't even sure you'd heard her correctly as you gnawed on your bottom lip, eyes still wide and desperate.

Laurie turned toward you, as if it was the first time she'd noticed your presence, "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, uh, no... Nothing. I just came for, you know, moral support."

Her smile was nothing less than sweet, but after the words she'd uttered to Rue, you could almost see the threat in her eyes as she nodded, "Okay. Well, don't forget what I said. Either of you."

Rue dropped you off near Fez's house, chatting non-stop as she gave you a ride, declining your offer to hold the suitcase so she wouldn't crash, and by the time you'd arrived back at Fezco's, you felt worse than you did before.

Pushing open the door and ready to excuse yourself to bed, you practically skidded as you saw a familiar man sat at the dining table, Ash's shotgun pointed at his forehead.

Four sets of eyes turned to you as you stood there, eyes and mouth wide, trying to take in the sight before you.

"God, your family's like a wart. No getting rid of you." You mumbled, finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

"Nice to see you again too, young lady. My eldest son sends his well wishes-" his voice cut off as Ash pressed the barrel against his temple a little more force, tilting his head slightly to the side.

Turning his attention back to Fez, he silently watched as you sat down on the couch next to Faye, accepting the joint she offered, "You beat up my son."

"Yeah, well, he deserved it, man. He's a fuckin' bitch."

You should've known Fez would go for the honest answer, refusing to back down, even to someone like Cal,

"Oh, okay, tough guy."

Ash's movements were so quick, you barely had time to realize he'd turned the gun, hitting Cal in the side of the head with it before resuming his previous stance. The boy wasn't here to fuck around.

"Ow, fuck! Why did you do that?"

"Cause you're in no position to talk shit," Ash replied simply, ignoring Cal's threat as he hit him again, "Why don't you call the cops?"

Through clenched teeth, Cal glared at the boy, and despite knowing firsthand that Ash could protect himself, it still made you feel uneasy to see a grown man threatening a kid, "The Chief of police, Will Greenwood-"

Ash barely hesitated, hitting the man a handful of times as everyone stood around watching. Fez, who was perched on the back of the couch placed a hand over yours, linking your fingers together as you watched the scene unfold with an obvious unease, "Alright, Ash. Chill out man."

"This guy don't want the fuckin' cops involved." Ash huffed, barely flinching as he watched the trail of blood run down the side of Cal's face, "Watch."

Placing his phone on the table in front of him, Ash told Cal to call the cops.

"Dial, bitch."

Ash hit him again, knowing damn well there was something bigger here than Cal's sudden protectiveness over a child that he didn't really even like, "If you got nothin' to hide, call the fuckin' cops."

Ash continued to goad the man, and with a few more hits, Fez finally sighed, "All right, man. I get it."

"I know that you and your little drug addict friends are trying to extort my son."

Cal rubbed the blood from his vision as best he could, his eyes focusing on Fez's hand wrapped around yours, "What?"

"Because of what I did to her friend."

"The fuck you talkin' about, man?"

Cal's random admittance to a crime none of you had even known about caused your brow to furrow as he explained that he didn't even know Jules age. If you didn't feel horrific before, you definitely did now.

"You tellin' me you had sex with Jewel?" Fez seemed almost as shocked as you did, his brow pushed up toward his hairline.

Even worse, he'd recorded it.

"Yo, you recorded that shit?"

"I didn't know-"

"You didn't know that you were recording? Did she know that you were recording?" Your voice was slightly higher, unable to hide your shock. When Cal's head dipped, you huffed out a humorless laugh, "Ash?"

Without hesitance, the boy hit Cal one last time, causing him to cry out in pain. Sure, it didn't help matters, but the piece of shit -- at bare minimum -- deserved it.

"God, I fucked up."

"Obviously, man. Who the fuck even told you I gave a shit about this anyway?"

"My son," Fezco's ocean blues turned toward you, but you simply shrugged, "Not Aaron."

"Nate? The one that's in love with Jewel? What kind of weird-ass father-son shit is goin' on around here, bro?"

"I'm extremely confused,"

"You're confused? I'm fuckin' confused, bro."

"Me too." Faye spoke up as she blew out a breath of smoke.

"I don't even know what the fuck you're doin' here."

"Do you mind if I just leave? I'm not gonna say a word about anything, I swear to God. Let's just pretend like... none of this ever happened."

Ash was shaking his head, gun still pointed at the man, but with a reassuring squeeze to your hand, Fez released it and made his way out of the room, calling for Ash to join him.

Sitting in an uncomfortable silence, you squeezed your eyes shut. Was this really happening? God, fucking hell, you knew you should've just got something from Laurie. Weed wasn't enough in this situation.

"Do you and your son, like... Do you like, fuck people together?"

Thankfully, Fez and Ash returned, putting Cal out of his misery.

"I'mma let you walk up outta here on one condition. You'll keep your bitch-ass son out of our fuckin' life. And Rue's, and Jewel's. Til the end of fuckin' time. You understand?"

"I promise."

"Now I don't know shit about no fuckin' disc, man. That's not my problem," turning his attention to his brother, Fez walked toward the couch, sitting down as he threw an arm over your shoulder, "Now get this motherfucker up outta here, Ash."

You didn't go to the NA meeting that night. Shit, you could barely get out of bed by 6pm, let alone sit in an hour long meeting as people talked about their shitty lives and the reasons they'd turned to drugs. You just couldn't stomach it.

You knew Fez was concerned, but you were hoping he didn't try to push it as he did the previous night. He wouldn't stop fussing over you, which if you were actually sick, you would've lapped up like a kitten with milk.

But you were clammy, uncomfortable, nauseous and agitated. The last thing you wanted was to be baby'd, yet you couldn't force yourself to pack up and head home.

Sure, your father was sober, but you felt as if your presence -- especially a non sober presence would either push him back into his own addictions, or make him realize your own. Neither of those options were favorable, so instead, you buried down in Fez's bed, trying to shut out the pain.

Fez joined you a few hours later. The boy had been watching TV with Faye, counting down the minutes until it was deemed an acceptable bedtime and neither you, or his brother, would give him shit. Ash wasn't necessarily coming around to the idea of Faye staying with them, but he at least didn't always leave the room whenever she entered.

It was progress.

You had been in and out of consciousness for a while, waking up shaking, yet covered in sweat. Your body felt weak, and it was a never-ending struggle to push yourself up out of bed and away from the human-heater that was Fez's body.

Pushing your way into the bathroom, you felt almost instant relief as your bare feet met the cool floor tiles.

A dull pain spread across your abdomen, almost like cramps, and you found yourself gasping out in pain, arm flailing forward and knocking off some of the body care necessities that lined the bath as your weak knees finally crumbled, leaving in you a shaking pile on the floor.

And that was how Fez found you only a few seconds later, stumbling in as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. Brain and body still fuzzy from sleep, he fell to his knees next to you as you curled up in a fetal position.

"Ma, what's goin' on?" As if seeing you in this state ripped Fez out of his half-asleep demeanor, his voice was loud, too loud, as his hands roamed over your body, checking for any signs of injury.

Unable to respond, you let out a long whine as your arms tightened around your abdomen, hoping it would somehow ease the pain. Your tears were free flowing by this point, and Fez's warm had wiping them away did little to sooth you.

"C'mon, I'mma take you to the hospital, this shit aint normal-"

"No," your voice was feeble and barely above a whisper, "It's not... I'm not-"

You were cut off by a groan, the pain radiating throughout your entire body. Every bone, every muscle, every nerve, felt like they were on fire.

Fez was silent for a moment, watching you with his hand against your face, mid-way through pushing some hair off your sweaty forehead, "What you mean, Ma?"

You knew that at the hospital, you'd get pain relief. Good and legal pain relief. But one look at your previous medical history, and the most they'd offer was some shitty Tylenol. You'd rather just remain curled up on Fez's bathroom floor. Somehow, that felt less embarrassing.

"Shit man, she good?"

Fez looked up, seeing his brother -- shotgun cocked but now at ease -- and Faye, arms wrapped around herself as she peered down at you.

Before Fez could respond, you tried to swallow another wail, your body jerking slightly. Faye's eyes were wide for a second, watching you in silence before she finally spoke up, "She's not sick, is she?"

As if she held the last remaining piece of a puzzle that Fez just couldn't finish, everything seemed to slot together. He could finally see the bigger picture.

"Everything's good, just, uh... go back to bed. She's gonna be fine."

Hesitantly, the two returned to their respective beds, Ash heading back to his room as Faye settled back onto the couch.

Once he heard Ash's door shut, Fez placed his hand under your cheek, lifting it slightly to look you in the eyes, voice barely above a murmur, "Baby?"

Unable to hold yourself together, you didn't bother to hold in the tears as you watched him finally catch on. It was phrased as a question, almost as if he needed you to admit it, to say those words, but he already knew.

Despite popular belief, Fezco wasn't an idiot. And if there was anything he knew about well, it was drugs. He almost wanted to hit himself for not realizing sooner. It was staring him in the fucking face for so long.

Crying only caused your aching body more pain, but you were unable to control it. You were a blubbering, shaking mess as you tried to apologize to Fez, barely able to actually speak as pained groans escaped your lips.

His eyes softened as he watched you, heart bruised, but still beating, and although he knew you would eventually have to talk about it, Fez knew now wasn't the time. Or particularly the place.

Instead, he grabbed a face cloth from the side, dampening it with cold water before squeezing out the water. Lowering himself, he placed it across your forehead before laying down on the floor behind you, his chest pushed into your back. Body curling around yours, he lifted your head onto his bent elbow, keeping you comfortable from the hard floor.

His hand stroked down your arm, tracing the goosebumps until he pushed his hands under yours, shifting your knuckles from your stomach, where you were trying to ease the pain.

Pushing up your shirt, his hand slowly began to rub along your stomach in small circles, pressing in gently as he whispered soft, soothing coos at you, kisses placed against your shoulder blade,

"It's okay, baby. I gotchu. I always gotchu."