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maryland-no-rabies · 4 months ago
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as somebody who has ocd and who's room is a mess I relate
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Greetings bugs and worms!
This comic is a little different than what I usually do but I worked real hard on it—Maybe I'll make more infographic stuff in the future this ended up being fun. Hope you learned something new :)
If you are still curious and want to learn more about OCD, you can visit the International OCD Foundation's website. I also recommend this amazing TED ED video "Starving The Monster", which was my first introduction to the disorder and this video by John Green about his own experience with OCD.
The IOCDF's website can also help you find support groups, therapy, and has lots of online guides and resources as well if you or a loved one is struggling with the disorder. It is very comprehensive!
Reblog to teach your followers about OCD
(But also not reblogging doesn't make you evil, silly goose)
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burstinn · 1 year ago
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Bro..I love your blog already
Can you please do CoD (Ghost, soap, nikto, roach, könig, price, Gromsko(if you write for him) with male reader who has mouth like mileena from mortal combat 😵 you know..sharp ass teeth, Long slimy tongue and shit
Can be nsfw if you want👀
MALE READER WITH A MOUTH LIKE MILEENA
(Headcanons/ short story?)
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People shown: Ghost, Soap, Nikto, Roach, König, Price,Gromsko. As per requested.
Warnings: body/face disfigurement?,small mention of experiment and torture, mentions of slight depression/ mental breakdowns.
Themes: fluff, slight angst, comfort, no nsfw for now ain't feelin the groove can be read with mutual or start of a romantic relationship. Just wanna be held and comforted fr fr 😞😞✋🤚
Note: I never wrote about Gromsko but I do know him. Had to do a research into him. So this is my interpretation of Gromsko hope I got him right.
Also these Headcanons ARE FUCKING LONG. so I hope you saved room for breakfast, lunch, dinner, appetizers, and dessert with complimentary drinks too.
Also this is kinda rushed? I didn't have time to proofread this. So like. Yeah..
You (M/N) had a very disfigured mouth a big slash across your lower face. Making it look like your lower face have been burnt in half. Showing sharp teeth protruding out accompanying it was your long sharp tounge. Your face adorned with scars and bruises you managed to collect through your time in the military. But when you had this type of injury..Where your mouth looks so horribly scarred you had to leave the military.
Due to how long you've been in the military. And how you've been tortured and experimented on making your face look like..this. You hated it. But you wanted to be back in the military for your own personal reasons.
Now since your back in the military you've kept your face hidden. You didn't want your new team to look at you in disgust and horror. They always used to be so scared. But it's a new team! You just have to keep your mask on and none would be the wiser.
GHOST
-Ever since Ghost saw you he always felt something was..off about you. It's not like you kept to yourself no you were sociable sometimes.
-But he kept his doubts about you to himself. You were a soldier. And just because he felt off doesn't mean he had to treat you differently
-He wasn't prodding or asking you about why you kept wearing you mask.
- You have your problems on why you wore your mask, He has his problems. It's like a little understanding why you kept your mask on 24/7.
- Then that one faithful day when you both were paired on a mission and you were caught by an enemy dragged to a building.
- Ghost was quick to follow you. He was nearby and saw you get dragged.
-He made his way silently and quickly through the building. Slipping in through a cracked window as he searched around cautiously.
-A bang could be heard, then a scream. Then silence.. That wasnt good. He swiftly ran over to where he heard the scream. And he found you..you weren't dead no. The enemy was. A big gnash on their neck as they slowly bled on the cold floor.
-And you were there. Coiled into a ball quietly sobbing, shaking your head. He glanced at the bleeding enemy one more time before he ran over to you immediately making his presence known as he gently grabbed your arms covering you face.
-When he pried your hands off and saw your face. He only sighed his eyes softening in small realization. Before he hugged you. As you continue to sob. He knew why you covered your face now... And he won't hate you for that.
SOAP
- He immediately took an interest towards you when he first saw you for the first couple weeks.
- He would stalk you for a bit. Realizing you never took your mask off..like Ghost.
- He didn't mind as well. Maybe you had a similar reason to Ghost. Although that didn't stop him to ask you to take off your mask.
- You took it well. Really just teasing him that you totally would show Soap your face.(you wouldn't, never)
- That only made Soap think that you would someday show your face.
- You both grew close. Always hanging out, making jokes, hell even sleeping in the same room.
- Although he would keep pestering you about your mask.
- You trusted him deeply and he trusted you.
- Then one day you pulled Soap in a closet.. Although he was a bit suspicious asking you slyly why you brought him here. Before you shut him up.
- It was serious.. you trusted him so so deeply.. maybe..he wouldn't judge you if you showed him..your face? And that's what you did. You explained why you called him here. Hus face bellowing with excitement. As you slowly took off your mask showing. Your face.
- You looked worriedly at him. Soap had gone silent. And he was just staring wide eyed...oh no..no..no.. that wasn't the reaction you wanted.
- You tried to explain..or try to convince Soap to not make you look like a freakish fool. But Soap just..ran out of the closet.. leaving you there dumbstruck..
- It was only later in the night. Specifically midnight. You couldn't forget how Soap looked at you it was heart wrenching. That was it. He thinks you look like a freak now.
- You hold your face in your hands. Sobbing about your friend.. that now thinks your disgusting.
- Then 3 knocks came at your door. You dawned your mask wiping away your tears before opening the door. Before you even react Soap pushes you in your room and closes the door.
- You don't respond. He whispers something to you then he removes your mask. Making you panic..Then he holds your face. Gentle and soft as he looks at you with a solemn smile.
- "M/N..." He whispers your name again as he rubs your lower face. Holding you in his arms as he whispers praises.. and apologies. For you.
NIKTO
- He wouldn't care about you
- He really didn't like or want any more new recruits. He found new people annoying. So when you first bumped into Nikto. He gave you a glare before he shoved past you.
- When he overheard people talking about how you never removed your mask. He got slightly curious so whenever you were nearby he would watch you. And they were right. You never took off your mask.
- One day he got frustrated with you. Do you think you're special for not taking off your mask?
You think you are cool? He seethed.
- Although he was a brute to you he was at least modest well.. modest to not pull your mask out of your face Infront of your teammates.
- Instead he cornered you somewhere private. Gruffly asking then commanding you to take off your mask.
- When you disagreed he ripped it off your face. And saw..your.. face. His eyes slightly widened.
- And when you started to panic trying to grab your mask while hiding it. Til' you eventually snatched it out of his hands when he was frozen with shock. You wore your mask and ran out.
- That's when Nik knew he fucked up. He knew he needed to apologize. So he went to search for you after he processed what happened now the guilt weighing down on him every minute he couldn't find you.
- When he finally found you probably hiding off somewhere, most likely avoiding Nik. He sat down next to you. Unsure how to start with his apology.
- When he finally blurted it out. Looking at you with obvious guilt in his eyes. But he knew sorry wasn't enough. So he took his mask off himself. Showing his own scars and bruises. Scooting himself closer to you still with that apologetic look.
- You talked for a while maybe about how you got your scar or not. About anything else.
ROACH
-Hes quiet around you. Once he first saw you he didn't really react much. It's just a new recruit nothing special.
- You never takes off your mask? Nothing special to him.
- He kept to himself you kept to yourself.
- he was just crawling around one day. Hiding up in small spaces and just idk stayed there.
- And when you bursted in closing the door behind you. He hid himself further in that corner he was in. He's not confronting you..nuh uh..
- He watched you stand there for a few minutes before you took of your mask. Showing off your lower face. Which made him go closer to see.
- Woah.. He watched you intently without your mask. Taking in every detail. He thought you looked cool. Didn't understand why you hid your face. Looked kinda sick tbh.
- That's when you felt someone watching you and you lock eyes with Roach. Your eyes widening hastily grabbing your mask and running off. Leaving Roach there with his thoughts. He must've understood enough you don't like being seen with your mask down.
- So the next few days. He watched you looking at you with a knowing look. While you looked back nervous and full of embarrassment?.
- And one of those days he was watching you. He walked up to you without saying anything and handed you a piece of ripped paper only reading
" You look cooler without your mask ".
KÖNIG
- He raised an eyebrow when he saw you. Almost already knowing you were the type of person who would keep him mask on.
- Not like he cares or anything
- He would though keep an eye on you. Just in case.. Not like he's interested in seeing your face or anything.
- From watching to discreetly following you around. Just to make sure okay? It's nothing else.
- When he was following you today. He watched from the side when a few other soldiers with the same rank as you walked in beside you. Poking and prodding on why you have to hude your face in a mask? Did you look sexy bad you had to hide it?
- When you ignored or scolded them. They quickly got annoyed with you and tried removing you mask. Even when you tried to shove and fight them off they would eventually take off your mask anyway.
- König knows he should stop he was about to when they finally managed to take off your mask. And they all backed away from you in disgust evidently on their face.
- If you got angry or sad they would just back away from you again. They don't care you looked disgusting. If you tried to grab your mask from someone they'd back away from you while screaming at you to get away from them.
- König didn't notice your face. Well not yet anyway. He made his presence known in a booming voice as he dismissed the people who just assaulted you. They're still holding your mask
- You try to hide your face but. That didn't work. Even when König saw you. He saw your face. His face softening when he saw you.
- He walks up to you. Going on his knees to take your hands off your face. As he looks up at you softly. Holding your hands in his.
- He shouldn't judge. He didn't really care. You are his soldier and you took his interest. He talked to you softly sprinkling in praises about your face while he tries to comfort you.
PRICE
- He knew about your face. It was already mentioned in your information when he read your file. He was the one who let you in 141 anyway. And he didn't mind
- He had seen lots of injuries all varying in scales. So he didn't really mind your face
- Wether you knew that Price knew about your face or not. He would be the first to call you everytime in his office to talk.
- Just discreetly talking about you. Maybe get you to open up to him. Which would then eventually lead to you opening up to the rest of the team.
- He wanted you to feel comfortable and feel part of the team. Always.
- He told you he knew about your face. Any reactions from you would just let him make you sit down as he tries to be your personal therapist. Assuring you that no one would judge you. If anyone did. He would make sure that they would be punished.
GROMSKO
- He would eye you at first before trying to impress you. Well trying to impress all the new recruits. Always showing off how good he is in what he does.
- When he noticed you never got rid off your mask. Not even talking to anyone why you take off your mask. He had a great idea.
- His first plan with you was to get you to take off your mask to him. Just so he could show off that he was the lucky guy to see your face.
- So he made himself get comfortable with you. Hanging around you, talking to you, trying to scope you out so he could get your trust and take your mask off around him. Maybe he could get a sweet picture so he could have proof.
- He would talk to you alot. Almost everyday actually, he would make himself hang around you. Maybe even begging to be in the same missions with you. Just so he could....why'd he hang out with you again??.. ahh he forgot!
- He just suddenly.. started wanting to be close friends with you. Forgetting his original reason.
-That was when he only remembered his initial reason why he was friends with you. When you pulled him somewhere private and you asking him if he wanted to see your face.
- He got excited. Even more when he remembers why you guys were friends. But a slight guilt stung him when he remembers why. His first intentions were.. really selfish. But now he was really fond of you.
- But he nodded and when you took of your mask seeing your mouth. Of course he got shocked and to your dismay backed away from you.
- He cleared his throat when he realized that wasn't really.. a good reaction really..
- So he moved closer to you. Admiring your sharp teeth and mouth.
- He even asked you to show your tounge. Just as impressive.
- He grew even more and more fond of you. You let him touch your lower face. He takes off his own as well. Showing his face. As he held your face.
- He whispered something polish about you looking so unique.. so special?...
- Then he didn't know why but. He just..I dont know.. pressed his lips on yours.. Not like it meant anything..or something.. (it totally meant something)
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hwayangyeon · 1 year ago
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nsfw bassist!heeseung x drummer!reader // heeseung and you sabotage your metal band's practices by constant fighting so jay tells you to fuck each other // smut, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, hate sex kinda, reader has a vagina, i don't know anything about metal, not proofread // 1k words
your band's practices have never been worse ever since a new bassist joined you. you disliked him the second you saw him, but for your group's sake, you tried to hide your feelings as hard as possible.
as a percussionist you usually start the songs and set up the pace, heeseung follows you right after but you just can't seem to synchronize. whatever you play sounds off, even for metal.
"why the fuck are you so fast? slow down, jesus. i can't keep up," heeseung complained after the 4th time you had to start over the song.
"speed up then? what are you doing with those slow fingers? fingering your mom?" you talked back to him and got ready to practice again.
"what did you just say?" he put his guitar aside and started walking in your direction with the angriest look on his face.
"enough," jay, your vocalist and leader, stopped him and stared at both of you, "you two - go to the bathroom and fuck each other. i'm growing sick of you"
"wha-"
"NOW. if jake and sunghoon don't get the chorus right, they just punch each other in the face and go back to playing. i don't want any more blood on my basement floor, so just go and fuck the shit out of each other."
you couldn't believe what you just heard. but, to be fair, it sounded better than having to deal with a black eye for two weeks. heeseung and you followed jay's finger pointing to his obscure bathroom.
the room was so small that you two barely fit in. unfortunately the ceiling lamp was still working (barely too) so you were able to see the black-haired guy's face. just looking at him makes you heat up.
"show me your tits."
"what?"
"do you want me to get hard, or no? or should i fuck you with your drumsticks?"
"fine," you hissed and pulled up your shirt. you don't really wear bras to your concerts, so you don't bother putting one on to practices. he cupped your breast and the sudden touch sent a shiver down your spine. he's... bold. his finger brushed against your nipple, causing an even bigger pool in your panties.
he moved his hand to your other breast. it was pretty rough from the past 2 hours of playing the guitar, yet it felt like he was melting your skin.
"not bad."
"shut up," you pulled your shirt down and pushed his arm away. there's no way you'd let him do that in any other situation.
"bend over," he said and pointed at the sink behind you.
"you bend o-" you tried to say but he grabbed your hips, turned you around, and pinned you to the cabinet, trapping you with his hands on the counter.
you really couldn't help but push your butt back against him when you felt his bulge poking you as he pressed his whole body onto you. for two people hating each other's guts, your bodies felt like magnets.
he shoved your pants and panties down, then took out his dick and wasted no more time. you were so wet. he pushed his member between your thighs and you covered it completely in your juices. your folds were so slippery, he could barely put his cock in your pussy.
"fuck..." you sighed when he finally entered you after teasing your entrance.
he wrapped his arm around your waist and leaned over your shoulder. a gasp escaped his lips as he thrusts his whole length in.
he nibbled on your neck as his cold jewelry pressed on your back. his face was covered in his hair and a few strands of yours but you could see in the fogged mirror that he's furrowing his eyebrows.
his hand moved under your shirt from your waist to your breast and he squeezed it as he kept pounding into you.
your bodies moved in unison, both of you wanting to fuck the other.
the feeling of his dick stretching your walls apart became so overwhelming, you could barely keep your head up.
"come for me," he whispered into your ear, seeing your expression in the reflection.
"i'm not... coming for you," you struggled to say back.
"what are you going to tell jay then?" he continued kissing and licking your neck, extremely close to the sensitive spot under your ear.
you only gritted your teeth, wanting to stop the moans coming out of your mouth. thank god the guys started playing something the second you went into the bathroom, or else they'd be hearing all sorts of noises your bodies are making. with the guy you can't stand. fuck.
you brought your hand up to his still sweaty from the practice hair and pulled on it with the little power you had left. it was either the lack of oxygen in this small room or him fucking you brainless, but your vision became blurry and him pushing so much onto you didn't help either. you were so close. both to fainting and to your release.
he rode you off your orgasm so well, supporting your tired body with his hand on your chest and arm gripping the sink. he rested his head on your shoulder for a second to catch his breath with you before pulling away from you and brushing his hair away from his face.
even though you were still a little dizzy you quickly picked up your pants and left the bathroom. you both awkwardly walked back to your spots. you sat on your drum stool and he picked up his guitar.
as if nothing happened you resumed your practice and surprisingly, everything went well.
so now, whenever you and heeseung started jumping at each other's throats, jay just yells 'bathroom.' and you two obediently go there.
after hotel.
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safination · 9 months ago
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Partners in Death...and Life.
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Part I: Radio's not dead
| Part 2: Radio Will Be Dead if He Doesn’t Explain Himself. | Masterlist| ao3 Pairings: Alastor x wife!reader Tags: fem! reader, established relationship, human!alastor, hopefully not but just in case ooc!alastor (I'm trying my best to keep him as canon as possible) acroace!alastor
"Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite a pleasure!” One hand reset on his chest, and the other shoots into the air. It’s the bow you did in high school, back when you wanted theater to pay your bills. A performer’s bow. You chuckle. “I don’t think it will be quite the pleasure you think.” “Is that so?” Alastor’s smile remains constant. “And why would that be?” You show him the tray you’re holding. “I’m here to do your sutures.” [Or after a seven-year absence, you find the man you were married to in life, not only back in town, but also helping . . . *checks notes* . . . the Princess of Hell run a hotel aimed at rehabilitating sinners who were sent to the bad place for a reason.]
ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ
You pass the tissue box—the third one already.
Your patient blows his nose, rubbing snot off his snout. He has to stretch his arms to reach his nose. Alligators are known for their long snouts. His nostrils flare when he sniffles.
Used tissue is discarded on the pastel-pink floor despite a pastel-pink trashcan stationed by his webbed feet. It’s been the same pattern for the last fifteen-minutes. Tissue, Sneeze. Floor.
“—and I have this . . . uh . . . like this real bad itch on my eye. I keep rubbing and rubbing but it doesn’t do shit! My eyesight’s gotten worse—It’s already fucked up but this is just different. My roommate hissed at me about getting blood all-over the carpet floors if I kept scratching my scales. Oh. Oh! I’ve been snee—achew!” Alligator snot lands on the pastel-pink floors of the clinic.
Your eyes twitch.
He takes another tissue and waves it around his head. “The top of my head is killing me. Ya’know where that is right?” He blows his nose. “It’s right here,” he says, inching his head closer to you. “The last nurse I went to was blind as a bat! Literally, she had the wings and everything. It was kinda hot.”
“I’m well aware of the location of your head,” you say. “You can lean back now.”
Tissue. Sneeze. Floor
Tissue. Sneeze. Floor.
Tissue. Sneeze. Floor.
Pastel pink floor.
Underneath the mix of feathers and hair strands, the bustling of the waiting room catches your ears. Someone curses, booming and violent at another waiting patient. A cough, a sigh, a barf. Painful curses erupt after that. You bring a hand to your ears, wincing as your eardrum ring. Pentagon City’s best and biggest hospital needs better doors, but those lazy sloth fuckers at the top invested at the first material they found.
The alligator sneezes into another tissue. He flicks it with his wrist, and it hits the pastel-pink wallpaper adorned with closed eyes. Maybe Belphegor should be the sin of Pride instead, considering all items are covered in her symbol.
“I really feel like t’was those exterminators ya’know?”
You do not, in fact, know. Half of what this young man says is incomprehensible.
His snout sways left to right when he shakes his head. “It’s only my second one, and this was a close call, and uh . . . well, ever since then I’ve been like this. One even got to my roommate. “
You hum, leaning back on your chair. You should petition to for thicker doors. And while you’re at it, better interior design, and better paint—something that isn’t pastel pink.
“Ugh, and it’s so not cool that this new roommate of mine’s been shedding since the day they moved in,” he says.  “Speaking of shedding, do you think it’s because of those exterminators? Do you think they like spread some sort of weird pollen to make us sick? They’re totally the type to do that.”
You take your pen—your pastel-fucking-pink pen—and poke his alligator sinuses.
Hell does have its own brand of humor. You gave your 20s to studying human anatomy, only to die and find yourself with the need to re-learn the boring part of biology.  (Two books on reptiles, four on mammals, and fifteen on sea creatures.)
“YEOWCH!” His teeth stick out again. You do not know what this means.  “What kind of nurse ar—“
“Doctor.”
“—you? That’s not the top of my head!”
You push back on of the feathers on your head. “Your roommate ‘hissed’ at you? And they’ve been shedding fur for two weeks now.?
“Yeah . . . ?”
You stare at him. “Have you ever considered that you’re allergic to your roommate?”
“Ooooooooooh,” he says. ‘Yeah, I was allergic to cats back when I was alive.”
You grab your (pastel-fucking-pink) prescription pad from the desk drawer. “Control it with some antihistamine. Four pills every 12 hours.”
His teeth start showing. You’re not sure if he’s frowning. It’s hard to tell. “Pills, really?”
You toss what you were writing into the massive pile of germs, mucus, and tissue. “I can give you a nasal spray. I’ll flush the mucus then insert a spray that prevents build-up,” you say. “They last for two weeks and then you’ll need to come back.”
He grabs the last tissue from the box. It still lands on your floor. “Ma’am nurse, do you have any more of this?”
You sigh and reach for a fourth box of tissue. “It’s doctor,” you say. “We keep nasal sprays here in the clinic. I’ll just grab one and you’ll be out in fifteen minutes.”
“No can do,” he says. “Before I died, my coach told me to stay away from that non-organic shit. It’ll mess us up real bad apparently. All those steroids.”
“You have phencyclidine sticking out of your coat pocket.”
“Pheny—what?”
“ . . . Angel Dust.”
“The porn star?”
“The drug. You have drugs sticking out of your coat pocket.”
“Come on, nurse—”
Threads erupt from your fingers. It snakes around his wrist, coiling and twisting.
He jerks his arm away and cries out when you tighten your hold. Your threads wrap around his legs. It pulls against his waist. Magic binds his arms, and tightens around every joint he owns.
You stop, only when the alligator struggles, trashing against the clinic chair.  His teeth bare and he snaps at whatever he can reach. You tug on one of the thousands of strings digging into his skin. His jaw snaps shut, and it will stay shut. Another tug and his back stretches to straighten. You move your fingers as if a piano laid before you, and he sits up like a good puppet.
Another month of clinic dury will be your punishment if those sloth from down below are lucid enough to do their jobs.Sadly, killing this idiot would have you suspended for three months.
“I am a doctor,” you tell him. “Do not make me repeat myself.”
The tension on your strings marks even the few scales scattered on his body. He’s a real idiot if he continues to struggle.
Delicate movements of your fingers bring him forward, his back still strained, and tilt his snout at a forty-five-degree angle.
Your threads elongate as you move toward the clinic drawers. It loosens around you, careful at keeping you able to move freely. It’s one of the handier parts of your magic. You shake your hands and the threads detach. It sticks to the floor to keep the alligator as your puppet. You scrub your hands thoroughly before taking the nasal spray and filling with with distilled water.
You place on nitrite gloves. It’s always best when dealing with bodily substances such as mucus.
You place a pan underneath and jam the tube up his nostrils, hosing his sinuses with water. The tension of his binding keeps him still. (If you ignore his whining, then that’s your business. The brawl you heard from the waiting room drowned it all out anyway.) He starts breathing better when all the snot flushes to the pan.
“Finished,” you say with satisfaction. You grab your prescription pad and write one for a nasal spray. “I cleared the mucus buildup so you shouldn’t feel any more headaches. The spray will keep your nose clear for as long as you use it. Come back if you start to feel any discomfort. For the rashes just get cream.” You point at the pastel pink door. “The exit’s right there.”
The threads dissolve in the air. He rubs his wrist, trying to soothe the red marks that your strings bring. You hand him the signed prescription.
He doesn’t close the door on his way out.
The broom and dustpan are hidden in one of the taller cabinets—pastel-pink like everything else in the room.
(Well, not everything. The radio sitting on the corner of the counter gives a splash of red into the room.)
You sweep the tissues into the dustpan. Your control over your strings is much more proficient when living beings are involved. Inanimate objects whip around when you use your magic on them, and radios have been difficult to purchase recently. It’s more convenient to clean using your own hands.
“Tagatha,” you call out when the floor is clean. “You can bring in the next one in.”
Silence is your reply.
“Tagatha?”
Your ears quirk. The noises are faint—an occasional cough, silent weeping, and muted voices coming from the television. You peek out the door, eyeing the crowd formed around the corner of the hall where a pAstel-pInK television mounts on the wall.
The door closes with a faint click. You sink into the cushions of the office chair. Vox’s yapping bore you. It was probably some man-child debate about the new extermination date.
Although . . . those serialized dramas he produces, sadly, are interesting enough to be consumed. If asked for your honest opinion, you’d tell them that they were a hot pile of smelly garbage, but you like to leave it playing mindlessly in the background.
Your husband will throw the television out the window the first chance he’ll get.
Too bad he’s occupied.
You grab a piece of paper from the drawer. Management is forcing you to write a thousand-word formal apology. There are about three-hundred words left to write.
Getting caught dissecting the dead bodies from the morgue is a mistake that won’t be repeated. One dead body and suddenly those lazy fuckers have diligence weaved into their DNA.
The body was already dead, and it’s not every day a chance to poke around a chimera’s entrails appears.
The sinner would contribute to something meaningful at least. You’re stuck on clinic duty until you dot your last sentence, and not a moment before
The coffee’s cold now, but consumable.
You reach across the desk, feeling for the knob of the radio. You twist until you feel the clink. Music fills the air—the same twenty-five songs on a loop. You stare at the radio for a moment. Just . . . a small . . . single moment.
 . . . On your kitchen counter, that second cup of coffee should be cold by now. It’s always cold when you trudge through the door. It’s been cold and untouched for years.
Yet, without fail, that second cup you brew will always be waiting for its owner.
“Salutations!” You snap your head to the radio. “Good to be back on the air.”
Huh? The feather on your hair preens. You swipe the radio, your hold on it feather-light.  You turn the knob responsible for volume. The static noise stings your eardrums.
“—ile since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast. Sinners rejoice!”
Murmurs erupt outside your door. You blink and find yourself slamming it open. One foot after another, one step after the other, brings you closer to the television. Your shoulder throbs when you bump into someone, but you keep pushing until you see Vox and his tacky suit enlarged on the screen.
“What a dated voice!”
A reply comes from the radio. “Instead of a clout-chasin’ mediocre video podcast.”
Your feather rises higher. Laughter escapes your lips, it leaves a dry taste. That . . . that ṁ̵̭͔̲̙̦͎̝̜̲̠͙͇̂̏̃̐̂̓̊̂̕̕o̴̢̭̝̙̤̬͚͐̅͗̌̇̂̌̕ţ̷̛̝̂̿h̶̯̟̙̲̘̟̟͙͔̔̋͊̋̿̐͘͜͜ę̶̗̰͔̫͔̗̝̘̻̰̓̓̈̊͜r̵̨̂̏f̶͖̻̱̺͕̹̫̭̠̚u̸̬̺̯̟̦͖̅̂́́̌̚͝ć̴̖͙̰͈͕̉͌̈́́̈̔̀̉̍́͜͠ḳ̴̨̧̗̫̗͖̞̟̑͌̂̀̈́̀͆͒ę̷̛͓̼̟͍̆̆́͆̾͛͝r̵̹̮̤͓̗̹̈́̎̉͌̾͌̏͑̋̚͝.
“Doctor!” Tagatha screeches when she spots you. “I am so sorry. I’ll bring in the next one right away!”
Your eyes are trapped by the screen and your ears by the radio. “It’s alrig—”
Tagatha grabs the closest person to her and shoves you back into the clinic. The door slams shut just as everything goes dark and silent. (Well, it’s not completely dark, once your eyes adjust you can still see as if the lights were open. Another small perk to this body). Your radio, along with the power, stopped working.
“Oh my!” Your new patient bleats.
“We have generators,” you find yourself saying. “I’m sure the power will come on in a minute.”
The cushions of the chair do little to ease your nerves. You pat your hair, trying to get it in control. A pile of feathers starts forming on the PASTEL-FUCKING PINK FLOORS. T̴̹̜͇̅̅͗͜H̶̰̗̄Ơ̶̡̡̻̗͖̋̎̓̓S̴̨͉̝̻͋̽̆́͆Ẹ̸̡̢͐͐͠ ̷̨͚̞̙̀͒̆̆͊Ŭ̵͕̲̪͇͓͐̚G̷̹̝̦̬͊͒Ḷ̶̭͓̎̏̈͘Y̶͇̟̍̉̚ ̷̟͎͕̞͂͑̂̇À̶͉̍̄̈̚S̸͖̖͕͑̏͛̈́S̶͚̤̼̯̀ ̶̻͆P̷̬̝̉Ä̵͕́͊̌S̸̢͍̆̓͝Ṫ̸͖̲̠̾̉͜͝E̷̺͆L̷͖̏͐́͝ ̶̛̟̽͝P̷̪̔͜I̴̹̥̹͖̮͒́̏͘N̸̳̙̼̾̆̿Ķ̶̟��̜̉͊̓̂̚ ̵͈̬̃̿̄̈́̋F̵̨̨̼̫̘͘L̸̙̠͎̓̆́O̷̧̘͚͉̤̓O̷̤̟̱̼̤͋̍͐R̷̰̝̓͌̌Ș̵̲̝̈́ “Excuse me?” You will paint this room red with the blood of management.  You tap your foot again, and again, and again. “ . . .Doctor?”
Your neck snaps in her direction, eyes wide and staring.
“The . . . uh . . . the lights are back.”
You blink at your patient—huh, she’s a goat. “I apologize,” you say, smiling. “Please, tell me, what brings you here in this hellish afternoon.”
She holds up her bleeding arm. “It’s been like this since the extermination,” she explains. “Some angle got me. Luckily, I was able to run off before I was finished. I thought it would heal on its own like it usually does but it just hasn’t. It keeps bleeding.”
“Well, angel-induced injuries are my specialty,” you say. Tucked away to the side, a mirror hangs. You catch your reflection, and you blow your hair away from your vision, your red sclerae “This will cost you. Injuries caused by angels are . . . difficult to stitch, but not impossible—not for me at least.”
“Oh, yes.” She bleats one more “Dear God, where are my manners? I’m sorry can I ask for your name?”
Your smile widens. “Of course. I’m—"
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“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite a pleasure!” One hand reset on his chest, and the other shoots into the air. It’s the bow you did in high school, back when you wanted theater to pay your bills. A performer’s bow.
You chuckle. “I don’t think it will be quite the pleasure you think.”
“Is that so?” Alastor’s smile remains constant. “And why would that be?”
You show him the tray you’re holding. “I’m here to do your sutures.” He steps closer to take a peek. You watch him as his eyes gloss over your matches then your needle driver, then the alcohol lamp. His smile wobbles when he lands on the syringe.
You move the tray, dropping it down on the little cart by the examination chair.
“There’s no need to worry.” You beam at him. “I have the steadiest hands in this city.”
“Hmmmm,” he says. “You must be the other doctor then.”
“Not at all.” You point to your uniform, where the initial ‘NP’ is embroidered next to your name. “Just the nurse practitioner.”
He takes a closer look and reads your name. “Then I have no reason to fret. None at all! In my experience, doctors usually have their noses buried in their books. It’s the nurses that actually get the hands-on experience.” Alastor’s hands move when he talks. “What’s such a talented practitioner doing in such a dinged-up clinic?”
“Management caught me in the morgue dissecting the dead—It’s how I practice my stitches.”
“Really, now?”
You bark a laugh. “Not at all—I’m far too smart to get caught.”
“A witty sense of humor and a steady hand! I am in good hands, indeed.”
You take a seat on the rolling stool. “Yes, yes,” you say, waving your wrist. “You make fine compliments, Sir. I’ll be sure to be extra gentle.” You point towards the examination chair. “But, please hurry to the chair. You’re dripping blood on my floor.”
Alastor glances down. His eyebrows furrow as he glares at where the blood seeps from his sleeve . . . almost . . . almost as if he’s angry. “My apologies,” he says, allowing his blood to drip to the floor.
Alastor shrugs off his coat. It’s rare to see such a dark red—only a few choose such a color. You hum. Alastor is a well-dressed gentleman. Lovely. Those are your favorite kind. He drapes his coat over the spare chair, ignoring the coat racks the clinic provides.
You turn away and wheel yourself closer to one of the drawers on the counter. It takes two attempts until you find the stash of sterile gloves. “Take your seat when you’re ready,” you say. “I’ll take a look once you are.” You place the gloves on the little green cart, right next to your tray.
Alastor takes his seat, landing with an audible ‘humph’. He smiles at you, sleeves rolled and arm ready. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
You hold your palm out. “May I?”
His smile wobbles—it’s a small change in expression that you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking. “Of course.”
Along his forearm, a long and sharp cut wounds him. The sight of grime that covers the opened abrasions makes you inwardly cringe. You need to clean these as soon as possible. “Why was this not checked sooner?” You rest his hands on the armrest and use your foot to bring the cart closer. “This looks old, and not at all like a freshly deep cut. I prefer it when patients come to me with fresh wounds.”
You grab a bowl with distilled water and pour in a sterile solution. “I assumed it would heal on its own,” he tells you. “It was quite a surprise when it did not.”
“I need to clean this before you die of infection.” You dip his arm into the bowl. He remains silent, but you feel the tension of his muscles under your fingers. “Hopefully there will be no next time, but just in case, next time, please don’t wait a month.”
He laughs, and there, you faintly see it—a twitch in his eye. “It was only a week actually.”
You smile to yourself. “I’d prefer it if it was only a few hours.” You dry his arm with a soft towel, his arm still tensed underneath your touch. “There, much better.”  You release your hold to go to a shelf filled with different labeled vials and select the one you need. With the clean syringe, you draw the contents of the vial. “You’ll feel a bit of a pinch,” you say. You tap its side. “It’s morphine— wouldn’t want you screaming and writhing”
You study his face for a second. There’s just that same dismissively polite smile.
“You can look away if you wish,” you tell him. “It’s why we pin such . . . er . . .interesting decorations around. . . . May I?”
You feel it again when Alastor inches his arm closer. His muscles tense under your touch. It’s almost as if he wishes to pull away. You keep your hold feather-light, but firm.
“Are you a hunter by any chance?” you ask. You don’t prick him—not yet. Not when tension coils in your hold.
“You could describe it that way,” he says, chuckling like he’s told a humorous joke. (You don’t understand why.)
“I figured you were.”
Alastor slides his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You inject the morphine into his skin, right inside the soft pink tissue. Good. Alastor relaxes when he speaks, it seems. “I do love a good hunt,” he says. “How ever did you know.”
You release your hold and discard the syringe. “Your hands are rough,” you tell him. “And hunters always have this silly notion that injuries magically heal given enough time—along with farmers, actually. Although, farmers are usually much more deluded.”
He flashes that same polite smile. “I'm guessing you’re not a hunter then?”
“How ever did you know?”
You watch his eyes flicker to your palms as you re-arrange the needles. “Delicate hands.”
You flash the same polite smile right back at him. You take a match, and light the alcohol lamp.
Soap spreads all over your palms and up your arm as you scrub your hands. You slip your hands into the sterilized gloves, careful not to contaminate the surface. “I’ll begin now.”
Alastor hums in reply.
You take a scapple and pass it over the flame. You poke him, lightly, but he doesn’t react. Satisfied, you cut back fibrous tissue underneath the skin. You replace the scapple with a needle driver. There was a quiet click when you pinch the tiny curved needle. You pass it over the flame as well. “Can you do me a favor? Can you tell me how many stars are on that wall over there?
Alastor turns to look at you, but you block his eyes with your palm, shielding him from your stiches.
“The wall isn’t over here.”
“I assure you, I’m not afraid of a silly needle.”
“I’m sure you are,” you say. “However, you’ll forgive me if I don’t take your word for it. The last three people who said that took one look and started squirming. One even fainted. It makes your life miserable, and my job harder.
He counts.
“Out loud please.”
He does as he’s told, rather reluctantly.
Hands steady and determination set, you pierce the soft pink tissue with your needle The tissue nearest to the surface is always delicate. You’re certain not to catch any fat in your suture, for fat dies, and a loose stitch is useless. “Well, isn’t this fun!” he says. “I really feel nothing.”
Your concentration does not break. “I don’t remember there only being twenty-six stars. I’m positive there are more.”
“Why is someone as talented as you only a nurse practitioner?”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a nurse,” you reply, tugging on the needle. “Well . . .we . . . we certainly could be paid more.”
“Why not become an actual doctor then?”
“My father couldn’t afford it. He wouldn’t send me . . . and . . . hmm.” You smoothly pull the suture thread and begin the next stitch. “And I enjoy this.”
He looks down at you. “Is this all you’ll be satisfied with?”
You focus back on your stitching, hiding your glare. You bring your needle underneath the flesh, making sure to catch the soft tissue. You’re doing an uncommon stitch, but it would be a shame to leave a scar. “You sound familiar.”
You pause to look at him, His smile brightens, and it actually looks like a genuine elated smile. “Why, I’m a radio broadcaster. You might have heard me there.”
“Oh yes,” you hum, turning back to your stitching. “Alastor . . . I remember now. The ladies and I listen to your broadcast as we do our crafts.”
“Knitting?”
“I personally prefer embroidery,” you say. “I get to practice my stitching and make beautiful art.” You pull the thread and begin a new one, stitching his skin like they were shoe laces. “You’re quite the humorous gentleman, I must say, and quite a lovely taste in music. We enjoy your broadcast very much”
“Do you have any of your artworks here?” he asks you. “I would be eager to see them.”
“Maybe next time.” You tug the suture, and his laceration snaps to a close. You tie a knot and snip the end. “Unfortunately, I’ve finished your stitches.”
“Next time then.”
You discard your gloves and go back to the shelf with the vials. You fill up another syringe. You jam the needle into his skin, not enough to hurt, just enough to scare him a bit. “To prevent infection.”
He jerks away from you. “What happened to that gentle touch of yours?”
“It’s still a sharp object, Sir. They tend to hurt.” You smirk and carefully clean the remaining blood on the skin around the sutured wound. You take a bandage from your cart and begin wrapping it around his forearm, covering your sutures. “Don’t forget to drink your pills every 8 hours, with a meal in your stomach, preferably. Replace the dressing every three days. You can come back here or if you’re able to do so, you can change them yourself. Any by the good God, please, visit the nearest hospital should this incident repeat.”
Alastor slides off the examination chair. He grabs his coat as if you didn’t just stitch him close. You start packing when you notice him fixing his bow tie, and smoothing his hair. Huh . . .There’s blood on his coat, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Like he’s used to having it there. Like it’s just something he’s learned to live with. “You were wrong by the way.”
“Pardon?”
“It was quite the pleasure to meet you.”
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Disobedient- Lady Lesso X Ever!FemReader (NSFW)
Synopsis: You’re a fun little ever, and Lesso can’t wait to play with you.
Word Count: 7.1k 🫣 (yes you read that right)
Warnings: SMUT, possible trigger warning as there will be blood mentioned, knife play, edging, edge play (cause, ya know, knives), kinda blood play, bratty reader, brat tamer Lesso, marking of many types, denial, coercion of admission of feelings 🤭 read it to see if there’s more😈. Also yes part of it is similar to my one shot ‘Celebration’ but since Ive been writing this for damn near a year I don’t care enough to change it. At least you know I wrote both 🥲
A/n: Everyone thank @pebbleswritessometimes for this oneshot cause literally a week ago I didn’t know when or if this would be finished soon, but they wanted and hyped me so they got it 🥰🫶🏻. Also, If you can’t tell, my motivation has been shot lately especially with smut, so this drags but I hope it’s good for you guys! I was trying to get this out a lot sooner than I actually did, my bad. I ended up getting a second job and been busy with both jobs as well as not having much motivation but then I quit said second job and continued to struggle with motivation, sorry it took so long lol hopefully the smut makes up for it. Also, yes, there’s a difference between edging and edge play!! Enjoy!
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You were stuck at the white cloth-covered table, sitting basically by yourself. The table next to yours had a couple of Never girls, Dot and Anadil, but they seemed to be sitting by choice. At least, that's what you guessed after they shoved off two boys that walked up to them.
Sitting at a table by yourself at the first ever, Never-Ever dance was certainly not one of the things you had planned for tonight. You just wanted to dance.
You were looking around the ballroom, finding the drastic change in aesthetics amusing. The school was unified but that didn't mean the students didn't stick to what they know. The dance floor was separated into light colors and dark.
Only a few mixed at the tables, but the students kept quiet. Creating a strange feeling in the air.
Your eyes scanned the room. At first, you were looking for your partner, at least, that's what you told yourself.
But then your eyes landed at the front of the ballroom. The two heads of the once-separated halves standing side-by-side, the Deans. The Dean of Good was dressed in a light, poofy ballgown that made her look like a cupcake. While the Dean of Evil remained in her signature dark suit.
This time, it was accented with a deep royal purple ascot, taking you by pleasant surprise. But you could tell this was one of her nicer suits, it fits her a little better than the others. Not that you would know, of course. This is definitely the first time you've taken more than a second to look over the red-haired Dean.
But gods, the way she holds herself. The way she looks at everyone. The way you can practically see her thoughts as she glared at the Never-Ever PDA. The way she would throw her head back laughing at something you desperately wished came from you.
But that's the thing. You kept wishing for things. But as an Ever, you get your wishes, right?
But now, you wished you could watch her shrug off the blazer. To watch her roll the cuffs of her sleeves up to reveal those toned arms. How you wish her hand would wrap around your-
You cleared your throat as if you've been caught red-handed, and you might've. You caught her eyes on you. They lingered longer than a simple look should've. But you're imagining things, now. Maybe a Never spiked the punch you were currently nursing.
'I think I'm mentally cheating. How could I be so disobedient.?'
She smirked at you, it couldn't be at you, right? Right? There's no way she knows what you're thinking. Her eyes landed on you once again, and she did a once-over on you.
And in that moment, you suddenly wished your outfit choice was good enough. You steered away from the baby pinks and champagne colored dresses that all the other Evers wore. Deciding on a royal blue floor length gown that fit to you perfectly but also complimented your skin tone. You thought you were being risqué with the slit that went straight to your hip, but as Lesso's eyes seemed to linger there for a moment, you knew it was a good choice.
You knew you shouldn't, you have a boyfriend.
Boyfriend! That's right, yeah. What was his name again?... Of course, you didn't forget your own boyfriend's name. Your mind certainly isn't occupied with the Dean, of course not. You definitely weren't dating him only to maintain the 'perfect Ever' appearance, nope.
You couldn't help it, her eyes are oh so enticing.
'I think I shouldn't be lookin' in those eyes. Why do they give mе butterflies?'
You took a second to try to find your boyfriend -unaware your thoughts were heard and the dean was barely biting back a smirk- your eyes rolling as you see him entertaining a group of Ever girls. Unconsciously, your eyes went straight back to the fiery-haired Dean. Who, to your surprise, was walking straight to you.
You wouldn't admit that your stomach dropped a little and you got nervous.
She stopped just a few feet from you, "You can't seem to keep your eyes off me, can you little one?"
You decided to hop onto some suddenly present charismatic boldness, you chuckled a little bit and stood to come face-to-face with her, though she was a couple of inches taller than you.
"It's hard not to when you're the best looking person in this room." It was wrong, you both knew that. She's the Dean and you are technically a student. But if it was so wrong, why does it feel so right?
You were well over age, being late to the start of your own story. It was late enough that you thought you'd not get the chance to go to the school and get your own fairytale.
Your heart skipped a beat as she took another step towards you, you never thought she'd be this close to you, especially in front of everyone else.
"I guess I could say same about you, Dove." Her head tilted slightly as she took the opportunity to examine you closer. Something igniting within her once she saw just how revealing your dress was, never mind the low-cut neckline.
You smirked, "Like what you see, do you?"
A humor-filled chuckle escaped her, and you yearned to hear it again, "My, my, what a bold little Ever. How cute." She wouldn't admit that she was honestly a bit surprised by the dress you chose, or that she secretly loved it.
"What? Haven't met anyone that isn't afraid of you?" You had no idea where this confidence of yours came from, but you didn't mind.
She fully chuckled this time, not expecting these remarks to come from you. But again, she did love it.
She started walking towards you, and you started walking backwards. You weren't afraid, that much was clear, but you did want to be away from the near-center of the room. You had no idea if anyone was watching, but you couldn't care less if someone was.
Luckily, your spot in the ballroom wasn't too far from the edges.
She licked her lips, a move that you wanted to watch on repeat, "Perhaps not, but this is going to be fun."
You only stopped moving backwards once you were sure you were at the back of the ballroom, your back hitting the wall being the dead give away, "Oh? I do hope you're not expecting me to just give in and fall to my knees for you." You spoke softly as her body continued to infiltrate your space.
"Oh, you'll be on your knees, pet."
You pulled her by the lapel of her suit, "You're going to have to make me, if you want anything from me." You smirked, tilting your head this time.
"You, my little one, are trenching in great waters."
"Well, luckily, I can swim."
She smirked again at your antics. Oh, she was gonna have fun.
"You really have no idea what you're getting yourself into, do you?" Though Lesso kept her tone, she was being genuine.
"I'm sure you'll enlighten me." You plastered on the most sickly-sweet smile, one that Lesso couldn't wait to taste.
She remained silent, whether is was to think about what she was about to do or to think about what to say,  she leaned forward and placed her hand on the wall next to your head.
You took this little moment as a chance to show her what you've got, that you're not one to be underestimated, "Tell me where you want us to go. Tell me, and I'll take you there." She raised her eyebrow at this, enthralled by the possibilities.
"Oh? So, if I say, take me to the gardens, you could do that?" She wanted to believe you, but teleportation is unheard of in the fairytale world, and especially from a student.
You stayed silent, looking into her eyes as you swiftly took hold of her other hand that was placed atop her blazer buttons. Lesso hardly had enough time to react, let alone speak, until she realized that you had taken you both to the gardens.
A big part of you was relieved at finally being alone with her. But you watched as she processed that you could teleport.
Before she had the chance to say anything, you spoke first, "It's not all I can do," You were proud of yourself, and you didn't try to hide it either.
She looked back at you, a new look swirling within her eyes and she hummed, "Really, care to share?" She tried to keep her teasing, uninterested tone but she was curious and it showed.
You fake pondered for a second, "Only if you earn it." You finished off with a smirk, knowing that you weren't necessarily hiding anything.
She chuckled again, filling your stomach with butterflies, "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"
She could see something unknown within your eyes, "You've got no idea."
She took another step closer to you, your fronts almost completely connected by this move of hers, and she used her pointer finger to push your chin up a bit more, "Well, I'm sure I can figure it out."
You grabbed the top of her shirt that was just under the ascot and used the material to pull her down and closer to you, close enough to smell the scent of whiskey that she probably thought she could hide, "And if I'd rather show you?"
Something overcame Lesso at that move, she wasn't sure what it was but her self control seemed to have dwindled to nothing. Excitement continued to do nothing but fill her, and couldn't wait to see just how much innocence you lacked.
Her eyes went to your lips for a moment before they flicked back to your waiting eyes, "Then show me, Dove."
That was all you needed to pull her even closer and connect your lips with hers, it was something that you both had clearly been waiting for. Gods, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't pictured this moment, and it was even better than imagined.
You moved your arms to wrap around Lesso's neck, pulling her nearly impossibly closer to you. In that moment was when her hands went to your hips as well, slightly squeezing once her hands settled in their spot.
You took this opportunity to take her somewhere else, you certainly wouldn't be complaining if she took you bare in the gardens but you'd prefer to not have the whole school witness such a thing. You took the both of you back to your room.
You lucked out, being such a late comer to the school got you your own room. And you were more than thankful you had just cleaned it.
Lesso pulled back from your lips, not only to catch her breath but to see where you've taken the both of you. She hid her impressed features once she looked from your quaint room back to you. She was unsurprised when she saw the proud look on your face being combined with your very obvious lust.
As your tongue peeked out to wet your lips -to taste Lesso once more- you noticed how her eyes instantly followed the action. So, you played into it, slightly pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.
Once you saw Lesso swallow the lump in her throat, you knew what effect you had on her. You thrived on the reactions she had to you. The subtle way her eyes narrowed at your smart mouth remarks, the way her pupils dilated every time you did, well, anything.
"You know you can look and touch right?"
Lesso sucked her teeth, "I am touching you, pet." She raised her eyebrow in challenge, seeing as her hands were still on your waist from the kiss.
The corner of your mouth twitched in attempts to hide your smirk, knowing that if you challenged her just enough she'd come to her limit and take you right then and there.
"But not in the way we both want you to," You started. "You're not, holding back are you?" This time you didn't hold back your smirk.
Her grip on you noticeably tightened, "I'll tell you this once, pet. Strip for me. Now." Her face remained stoic but you saw the amusement in her eyes.
You wouldn't admit just how her tone had affected you, causing your wetness to increase tenfold, "And if I don't?" It was redundant to say, you would've done anything she asked, but still not without a little bit of a fight.
Lesso summoned a blade, moving the very tip to the top hem of your dress, right in between your breasts. You knew it was sharp with the way the edge caught the light.
In a flash of movement, she pulled the blade down causing the dress to be cut in half once it connected with the pre-existing slit on your hip and fall right off your body.
"I liked that dress." You spoke near breathless.
"I gave you a chance."
Her other hand slowly snaked from its place on your waist, up across your abdomen. Her hand continued between your breasts, but it didn't linger there.
Her hand went on past your cleavage and up to your neck, her hand moving to wrap around your throat. You managed to hide the whimper that threatened to escape you as she applied pressure.
She leaned towards your ear to whisper her words, "I'm going to fuck that attitude out of you."
"Are you going to do that any time soon, or should I get myself started? I mean, you're making a lot of promises for someone that's yet to prove anything." You very well knew what you just started, and you couldn't wait.
Lesso's jaw clenched at your words.
"Oh, my little Dove, I'm going to break you." She spoke with a wicked simper.
"Then break me." You had the faintest of smirks on your face, eyes half-lidded as you spoke.
She started pushing you back by the hand that was still on your throat. Though it was quiet, it was clear that your chest started heaving from excitement. She moved her hand only long enough to push you down on your bed. A soft 'umph' coming from you at the contact.
The only light in the room was from the moonlight streaming in through your open window, but it was enough light to see her eyes darken as they roamed over your nearly naked form.
You couldn't help but take your bottom lip between your teeth as you could practically see her ideas raging through her mind as her head tilts the slightest bit. You were overwhelmingly ready for her to take you, in any way she saw fit, if the now-ruined panties you still adorned were anything to go by.
You watched with a bated breath as she slowly stalked her way onto the bed with you. You tried to resist the fidgeting of your hands as she took her time straddling you.
Her knees came up to rest by your ribcage, your breathing not resting at all as she practically ignored you as she begun twirling the blade once again. She watched as the edge caught the limited light, only watching you through her peripheral. 
Her signature head tilt returned, "You're so pretty. But, I'd bet anything that you'd be prettier with tears streaming down your face as you beg me to let you come."
"You're more than welcome to find out."
She let her wicked smirk come back to her face, she loved to play the game of cat and mouse, especially with you being her delectable prize.
Your whole body reacted as she leaned over you, lightly tapping the tip of the knife against the bulging artery of your throat. Your head instinctively tilted back to give her all the room she may want.
She slowly began dragging the blade down your sensitive skin, only enough pressure to leave a slightly itchy feeling but not enough to draw blood, yet. Your excitement continued to grow with each inch she dragged the blade.
"My beautiful pet," She started.
"Yours, huh? News to me." Lesso looked to your face just in time to watch you wet your lips.
"Don't think that you won't be mine, not after I'm done with you." She was beginning to get a little irritated with your insubordination, it was obvious in her tone.
You readjusted the strap of the bra that had managed to dislodge itself from its spot on your shoulder while being shoved to the bed, "Is that another promise?"
The blade moved from your collarbone, swiftly moving to the center panel of your bra, and in the time it took for you to blink, Lesso had sliced through it. The fabric was in half and it caused the cups to fall to the side, rendering the garment useless.
"Hey! That was my favorite one... It was expensive."
"Oh, was it? How evil of me. Maybe you can earn yourself a new one."
A displeased huff came from you but Lesso wasn't paying attention, now fixated on your body. The very same body that you couldn't bring yourself to look at in the mirror for too long without finding a list of things you wanted to change.
Her silence while observing you brought forth all the insecurities you had, and you instinctively moved to cover yourself.
"What do you think you're doing?" Lesso gripped your wrists and moved you away from your chest, only once she had your hands pinned above your head did she see the uncertainty in your features, "You don't get to hide yourself from me, this is all mine."
"I am my own, I belong to no one but me."
"Oh, my pet, we shall see how long you believe that."
Lesso bent further over you, her lips connecting to the slight cuts that were only just starting to become visibly irritated on your skin. Her tongue peeked out, causing a delicious sensation once she swiped over the superficial slice.
A breathy moan type noise left you and Lesso just couldn't wait to hear more, to make more come from you.
Her tongue continued down your chest and she latched onto a spot on top of your breast, beginning to leave a mark.
You may fight with her about being hers (for now) but she'll make it clear you're not available. The idea of seeing you covered in all the marks she could possibly leave on you, just had her itching to leave more.
And so she did.
She left another love bite on your sternum beside the now puffy cut on your chest.
Lesso was moving almost painfully slow, but that wasn't without effort. It was originally in efforts to make you writhe and beg. But now? The slow movement of her marks and tongue, it was in efforts to savor you. To get the chance to memorize the taste that's distinctly you.
It felt like minutes before she moved her lips again, only now connecting them to your nipple. Though it was hushed, a proper moan finally escaped you.
Her fingers grazed across your bare torso as her tongue swirled around your nipple, the sensation causing an eruption of chills across your skin which didn't go unnoticed by the redhead.
She finally moved onto your neglected nipple, instantly hardening the moment the tip of her tongue came into contact with it. You fought the urge to tangle your finger into her fiery locks.
You couldn't let her win that easily.
Only once you released a breath did Lesso manage to pull herself from you, before she lost herself.
"Gods, if I had known you look and tasted this good, I would've made you mine sooner." Her nails scraped up your ribcage.
You ignored the butterfly eruption in your stomach, a scoff would've came from you if you weren't so focused on the feeling of her, "I am not yours."
She looked from the marks forming on your skin to your face, "Really? It seems you're convinced."
Just as you opened your mouth to agree that you were, in fact, convinced, you felt the blade drag across your stomach. Instead, a stuttering breath came from you.
"What was that, Pet? I didn't quite hear you." Her words were empty, you both knew what she was doing.
You wouldn't let her off that easy.
But what you didn't know is she knew your refutal would come, so as your mouth opened once more to argue her tongue swiped up the blood that began to bead from the fresh cut above your navel.
Finally, finally, she got to hear a true moan of yours.
Your head pressed back into the mattress and your body instinctively arched towards her and the sensation she was providing.
She peaked up to see your eyes closed with bliss, "You taste addicting on the inside and out."
You looked up to see one of the best sites there is. Lesso's hair was slightly disheveled, her pupils blown wide, a little bit of your blood still present on her bottom lip.
The urge to pull her into a kiss, to know what you taste like on her lips was overwhelming. Almost too compelling...
"I'm still waiting for you to fulfill your promise." Your comment was breathless but you hoped it still held the snap you wanted it to.
Her eyes never left yours as you saw her lift the blade again, slicing off the excuse of an undergarment in a quick move.
You'd be a damned liar if you said you're not entirely enthralled by what's to come.
Her lips continued from your navel, grazing over your hip bones. Of course she would continue to tease the living hell out of you, her lips never quite going where you wanted them to.
Another mark was left on the very top of your thigh, her fingers just slightly brushing against the sensitive skin on the inside of your other thigh.
She was so close, so close to where you were almost quite literally aching for her.
It was almost to the point of begging, almost. Your hips involuntarily thrusted to get her where you wanted.
You knew very well that if anything slightly resembling a beg left your lips, she would win whatever little rendezvous was going on and you couldn't have that.
But to your absolute pleasure, it wouldn't come to begging. Yet.
Just as you felt the slight of her breath on your throbbing clit, your head lulled back entirely too ready for what this woman would do to you.
The moment her tongue met your clit, your bottom lip went between your teeth as not to reveal how desperate you were. Your hand instantly moved to the sheets below you, knuckles turning white as her pace went from torturously slow to almost enough.
Your thighs parted even further to allow more of her to be closer to you.
"Oh, fuck," One of your hands left the bed and almost entangled itself in Lesso's hair, but that was before you caught yourself.
Part of you wanted to believe that this was so you'd win the game. But the part of you that you were ignoring was thinking it was so you wouldn't actually get lost in the redheads presence.
But what you didn't know was that the redhead had felt the way your fingers just grazed along her shoulder, and she wanted to feel more.
You could tell that her repetitive movements were bringing you closer to the peak of pleasure, the tightness in your stomach was starting to become distracting.
Lesso could've sworn she could taste how close you were, if the way your thighs twitched was anything to go by. She gave it just a moment more, another moment for you to think that you were actually about to get what you wanted.
But that moment would soon come and go.
Just as you were about to voice your closeness to the edge, all movements and sensations stopped.
Part of you knew to expect this, but that didn't mean you wouldn't be annoyed.
Lesso was no longer biting back her smirks, especially when your groan of annoyance escaped your lips.
"What was that, pet?" She gave a slight nip to your inner thigh. "I didn't hear you."
"Fuck, Leo," If you weren't so focused readjusting your head on the pillow you would've seen Lesso swallow at the moment her name left your mouth.
She wasn't expecting how breathless and perfect it sounded, leaving her a little bit shocked if she was being honest. But while she was honest, she wasn't even aware you knew her first name.
In her state, she didn't hear what else you said. With the slightest shake of her head, she knew she couldn't dwell any longer.
To your dismay, she moved away from your dripping pussy. Her lips slowly trailing back up your torso.
She left more love bites where there was room, slowly easing herself to hover above you.
She licked her lips as she felt your body erupt with chills as she was finally level with you, choosing to not say anything about it this time.
Another mark left on the spot where your neck meets your shoulder before she moved to speak directly in your ear, "If you want to cum, you know what I want." She said too cool and composed for your liking.
You fisted the fabric of her blazer, trying to pull her closer, "And I've told you, if you want it from me then you make me."
A deep chuckle came from her, as if she knew something you didn't, and she sat up once again.
Her eyes never left yours as she slowly pulled the blazer off, making a show out of it.
The only way you'd be able to describe her movements was entrancing. The way she swiftly undid the buttons of the blazer and tossing it somewhere you weren't paying attention to. You weren't even sure if you blinked as you saw her take off the waistcoat next.
The only thing you were sure of is how badly you wanted her to keep taking things off. To see what she's been hiding from you this whole time. To see if she's as toned as you imagined...
Her smirk returned, "Pet, if you want the shirt off you only have to ask."
Your eyes rolled back once you processed what she said, "Telepath..."
Gods if you could've seen the cocky smirk on her face, you would've been much more turned on. If that was even possible.
You didn't even want to dwell on the amount of times and things she's must've seen in your mind. And none of them were innocent. Luckily you looked up, flushed cheeks and all, in time to see her unbutton her top.
You had involuntarily laid your hands on her thighs, watching her as she's straddled above you. Slowly, more of her was revealed to you, feeling your mouth go dry and the throbbing in your ignored cunt strengthening.
You simply couldn't look away. Her pale skin was toned, each muscle having its own definition. She may not be the most chiseled sculpture but you'd still swear she was one of Michelangelo's works.
"You staring, pet."
"That, is no one's fault but yours." You spoke, still breathless, as you looked back in her viridian eyes.
The game was temporarily forgotten, desire had overtaken all actions from you both.
Her lips rejoined at the base of your neck, adding more fuel to your inextinguishable flame.
You simply couldn't help it anymore, one of your hands finally tangled itself in her fiery locks like you desperately wanted to do ages ago while the other went to her now bare side.
And gods was it diminishing the last of Lesso's control, the sensation of your touch was almost overwhelming. The feel of your breath on her neck was nearly making her head spin.
She once again moved downwards, going slowly as a way to regain her thoughts, but to you it was a way to get you to squirm.
And, it worked.
Your need had built up enough before she took away your bliss.
You may have given into your need to feel her, but you still wouldn't beg.
Your hips lifted from the bed, but not for long before her hand had pinned them still once again. You couldn't help but groan.
Yes, you were antsy. Yes, you desperately wanted to be taken and completely destroyed but you were not about to say that out loud.
You'd fight to win this forsaken game if it killed you.
And, it just might.
Her lips lingered on your hip bone, so close yet so far from where you needed her.
Lesso's eyes peered up your tense body, loving to discover new things about you. She loved how your brow furrowed as you focused, how your fingers fidgeted in place until you could decide where you wanted them.
Lesso simply loved to play with you, to get you to writhe and moan. She had discovered a new favorite thing.
And speaking of moans, a soft one rippled from your lips as her fingertips slightly grazed your clit. A whispered curse involuntarily left you as she finally provided some sensation to your needy and abandoned clit, pausing just as her pace speeds past excruciating to run just along your folds.
A stuttering breath left you this time, knowing that this tease was the ultimate move for her. That this is her play.
"Something you want to say, pet?"
You bit your bottom lip, merely an attempt at withholding your whimper, and shook your head. You were desperate, desperately hoping she'd continue but quicken her pace.
Again, Lesso wouldn't say it out loud but as much as she loved seeing you twist and turn with desperation, she wanted to see what you looked like when you come. To hear the symphony that is your moans. She wanted to know if you'd grip her tight as you came undone or push her and the stimulation away because she knows once she gets a taste she'd never be satisfied by anything else again.
Lesso's thoughts were interrupted as a louder moan coming from you.
Your back arched and mind went empty as her fingers suddenly and easily slid into you, your arousal causing no resistance.
"Oh, fuck-" Your head began to lull back once she finally began moving her fingers.
The pace was just as steady as her previous ones, not trying to work you too quickly, but the new sensations were welcomed.
"More, I need more." Your hand flew to the red locks, trying to get more of something, anything.
Lesso was tempted to have you beg like the desperate little whore you were, but she'll take that, for now.
Her pace increased ever so slightly, only enough for her to see the way your face contorted with desire and need.
Just as you were about to repeat your previous statement, she added a third finger. Stretching you just enough to have a mind fuzzing pleasure start to build.
Lesso decided now was the time she'd like to commit to memory, the way your hips thrusted to keep pace with her fingers, how your back arched off the bed in search of more. How you sound, all. Because. Of her.
Lesso was sure to stay consistent, knowing your desperate self was beyond ready for release.
She merely needed to wait for it.
"Fuck-" Your words came out rushed and desperate.
"Awe, does my pet want to cum?"
"I'm not your pet." You quickly realized and spoke on your autonomy.
Then, it all stopped.
The slow incline to the edge, the glorious way she filled you, the way your body urned for more. All of it. Gone.
Your breaths came out rapid and broken, "Oh, fuck me."
"Well, I'm trying, but you're making this awfully difficult for yourself."
"Me?!" Your head collapsed against the pillow at the audacity.
She moved herself away from you, "You already know what I want from you, pet."
A scoff came from you, knowing you won't give in that easy, "What? Think I can't take it? You think I'll just give in, just like that? Cute." You looked back in her eyes, a glimmer of frustration beginning to gather.
You smirked inwardly, knowing that the game is working in your favor.
Her head tilted a little, "Oh, you can take it, can you? You can handle all I can give you?"
"Oh, do tell me that wasn't your all, now..." Your delicious simper filled Lesso with the need to make you eat your words.
More than joy filled you as her fingers slid back into your pussy, only now she was moving at the fastest pace she's done all night.
A near guttural moan came from you at the sudden move of hers, no building or waiting necessary.
Lesso still hadn't spoken, but as her free hand slowly snaked up your body, only pausing for a moment to leave a quick pinch to your right nipple.
Just as your brain processed the sudden sharp sensation, her hand wrapped around your throat. Your head tilted back as automated response to her touch.
Just as she squeezed, a small mewl came from you as her pace didn’t ease. Her fingers continued to pound into you harshly, causing you to get closer and closer to the edge of pure bliss.
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to play with me?” Her voice lowered, no pleasure lied behind it then, it was almost dark. And as you saw her sharpened glare you wanted to be afraid, but something about Lesso makes it impossible for you to be afraid.
She chuckled lowly as your arousal increased at her words, “Pathetic.”
The pure pleasure she was giving you, the delicious look she had, the tone of her husky voice, it was just enough for you to come close.
And Lesso knew it. She could feel it.
But you wouldn’t.
Again, everything stopped suddenly.
Her hand left your pussy, as the grip on your throat loosened enough to hear a pathetic cry escape.
Okay, you thought you can handle it. But when she overloads your senses with nothing but the feeling of her, it becomes difficult to not give in.
Your eyes closed and your bottom lip went between your teeth as an attempt to keep yourself together.
Your hand reached up to hold onto her wrist that was homed around your throat. Maybe as a way of grounding, definitely as a way to keep some feeling of her on you.
Barely a moment passed before Lesso spoke up, "You're mine, say it." Her tone left no room for discussion.
"I belong to no one." Your voice however, was weak and low.
"Then you'll continue to be denied, entirely on you." A beat, two beats. You knew that you couldn't keep denying it, and not just because you wanted to come.
A stuttering breath, then a sigh, “I’m, yours. I belong to you.” It was no question, you both were aware of this fact before this rendezvous started. Something was so delectable about playing the game first.
She had the most aggravating smug smile on her face, and it looked so good on her. Damn you, damn it, damn her. You wouldn't take it back even if you wanted to. You were hers. Irrefutably, irrevocably, undeniably, completely hers.
She didn't have to say anything about how pleased she was with your admission, she knew it all along, her smile said it all.
Your chest was still heaving, trying to catch some of the breath Lesso stole from you, when she crawled on top of you once again. She straddled you like she had many times in the night, lightly tracing her nails over the marks she's made. She admired the discolored hues her love bites started to take on, loved seeing how your sensitive skin reacted to the slight edge of the blade, how your skin is adorned with marks from her nails all over.
She just couldn't get enough of the sight of you. All marked up by her, marked up where everyone can see, marked to show that you've been claimed.
But then, it hit her. You weren't technically marked by her. Oh, that just won't do.
She reached back over for the previously abandoned blade. Unconsciously twirling it once again between her fingers, an unknown habit of hers.
Where to put it? Where-to-put-it? She thought to herself, still silently looking over your tired and marked up form.
You simply laid there, you knew she was thinking of something, but you knew you'd find out soon enough.
And soon it was.
Not more than a moment after your thought, a hum came from the redhead and she leaned over you.
"This may hurt, but I'll make it quick." She spoke just as the tip of the knife cut into your skin.
'Fuck...' You thought as your mouth opened with silence.
The pained pleasure was the most mind spinning feeling you’d had felt to date.
The tip of the blade slicing through your delicate flesh.
And soon enough, a perfect “L. L” was carved right above your left breast.
A perfect marking that left no room for interpretation, you were now and forevermore, hers.
You, belonged to Leonora Lesso.
Both of your hands fisted her hair as her tongue swiped over the wound to clean you of the mess you were making.
Your eyes would’ve rolled to the back of your head at her move had they been opened.
“Please…” The slight tug in her hair was enough to tell Lesso everything she needed to know.
“What, begging already?”
“You’ve already won tonight, there’s nothing else for me to lose but one more thing for me to gain.” Your hips thrusted up enough for her to get the message.
And in that moment, Lesson realized it was time to keep her part of the bargain.
Her lips and tongue slowly moved south once more, exploring every part of you she could on the way.
She skipped past your navel, knowing that this would be the time you get what you wanted.
Gods the moment her lips came back into contact with your clit, you could’ve sworn you could come right then and there.
“Oh, fuck Leo, just like that.” Your hands never left her hair, nor eased on the grip.
Lesso would be a damned liar if she said she wasn’t entranced with the way your voice was breathless, or with the way her name simply rolled off your tongue.
Her pace increased on your clit while she brought her fingers back to your desperate pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” Your back arched off the bed and your grip in Lessos hair was a welcomed pained pleasure for her as it got even tighter.
You both knew you wouldn’t last long with the speed and expertise Lesso was using on you.
You were rapidly approaching the peak of bliss, feeling light headed as it was already and you haven’t even crossed the threshold yet.
“Leo, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
The swirling of her tongue on your clit pausing only long enough to speak, “Yeah? Does my pet wanna cum?”
“Yes! Yes, I wanna cum!”
No other words came from Lesso but her lips once again wrapped around your clit. Along with the swift swirling of her tongue, she pared it with new suction.
The newfound pleasure caused white to appear in your vision, your overwhelming sensitivity becoming known.
Just as Lesso slightly curled her fingers, you were there. A near scream-like moan and the cinching around Lessos fingers told her you were there.
You came, and you came hard.
Lesso’s name fell from your lips like a mantra, being spoken over and over and over again.
Lesso got her answer as you started to use your grip in her hair to pull her from you.
The sensitivity was nearly unbearable and Lesso wasn’t easing up.
She knew you’d have to pry her away from you.
The pure taste of nothing but you was a craving she didn’t know had to be satiated.
Your hands finally relaxed enough to moved from Lesso’s hair to her jaw, now pulling her up to face you.
You still hadn’t caught your breath but you didn’t let that stop you from pulling the redhead in for a kiss.
Her hands moved to be resting on your waist, choosing to deepen the kiss.
Your body was weak but you needed a taste of Lesso too, even if it was a sample.
She was pliant in your hands, moving in any way your slight touch nudged her too. Your lips slowly moved down her jaw, the bliss causing her to briefly close her eyes.
You continued further down, reaching her neck and beginning to leave a mark right on her pulse point, "Only fair if I get to leave my mark too. Wouldn't want anyone else to think they've got a chance, now do we?"
You could feel the way her chuckle left her throat as your lips moved along her skin.
You were sure to make it worth while, leaving a bright large mark where it couldn’t be obviously hidden.
Sure, it was meek in comparison to the marks and cuts she’s left on you, but you like to think it’s the thought that counts.
Lesso pulled back a bit, and just as you were admiring your work, she was admiring you.
Neither would speak of it but this mutual liking, no infatuation, no no love, would be the center of a new universe.
Her eyes glanced down and a proud smirk rejoined her features.
“I’ll get a rag to clean you up, stay here.” She reluctantly climbed off you to grab a rag, finding it surprisingly easy to maneuver in your space.
Your voice was still soft, partly hoarse from the previous activities, “Not like I can go far right now.”
You yearned at her genuine laughter at your comment, knowing you’d gladly get to hear it again.
She came back with a water bottle and a rag, “I’ll be sure to ease up on you next time.”
And with one simple sentence, one small act of kindness, you and your heart smiled.
Next time.
Again, you were hers. Irrefutably, irrevocably, undeniably, completely hers.
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hauntedwitch04 · 7 months ago
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Warnings: smut, possessive!Steve, swearing, kinda voyeurism, not proofreaded
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DAY 13: Caught masturbation
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Steve Harrington and you have been neighbors since you were born. When you were younger you spent hours and hours playing in the backyard, and when your parents forced you into the house, you kept playing in your rooms, since your windows were in front of each other. You used to spend hours looking out, imagining adventures and exploits of the older heroes, playing at being big, not knowing that after all, you grow up too fast.
You and Steve remained very good friends until high school, when he decided that you were not popular enough to be seen with him and that he needed to find new, "cooler" friends to really be somebody. This of course had made you feel very bad, but fortunately you had met other people, better than King Steve, who had become your friends, like Robyn, a skinny blond girl who played in the school band and was a real genius as well as being a very good friend. You and Steve didn't even say hello to each other anymore when you walked past each other to go to your rooms Those windows that used to be portals into each other's world were now nothing more than what they really are: cold pieces of glass, allowing each other to peek into the other person's life hoping it would be worse than their own.
Everything had remained that way until this evening.
Steve recently returned from yet another party; he doesn't even know how he managed to get home to tell the truth, since he doesn't even remember getting into the car.
The boy is lying on the bed, still looking at the ceiling and wondering how many drinks he has had, when he realizes that your bedroom window is open, which is not so strange since it is the middle of summer and the muggy heat is unbearable at night, but usually the curtain was always drawn so that no one could see your little piece of heaven.
Steve, confused by alcohol does not realize what he is doing, and so in the dark, he sits on the bed and starts looking at you, trying to figure out what you were doing.
Your room has not changed that much since you were children, but some posters and books now adorn those walls that little you had so insisted on, being your favorite color. The desk is covered with open school books and notes, while on the floor was a pile of clothes, probably dirty, among which Steve could make out some clothing you had worn in the past few days.
The boy's eyes roam all over the room, trying to absorb the details of your life, looking and hoping to recognize deep down the little girl he was in love with as a child. All until he sees you.
You're lying in bed, in semi-darkness, but somehow Steve can see you, wearing a simple tank top and a pair of summer shorts, hoping to fight the heat; but it's not how you're dressed that shocks the boy, but what you're doing.
Your eyes are closed, while your head is resting on the pillow. Your right hand squeezes your right breast, since you are not wearing a bra, from above your shirt, while your left hand is in your shorts. Your mouth is ajar as you let muted moans slip from your lips as you chase your pleasure.
Steve freezes for a second looking at you knowing it is wrong what he is doing, yet he cannot shake his eyes off you. He feels his erection growing in his pants, to the point that it hurts so much that he can no longer avoid touching himself, first from above the fabric, then in desperation, he unzips the zipper of the jeans he is wearing and pulls out his member, beginning to lightly massage it. All this without ever taking his eyes off you, as if you were a magnet.
She watches as your fingers continue to circle your most sensitive spot, faster and faster and hungrier. Your breathing becomes labored and uneven, until a few minutes later you reach orgasm. Slowly your fingers stop moving, and you try to catch your breath. Your eyes are still closed and you can't see in the house in front of you, your neighbor masturbating at the sight of you climax.
Steve also comes to orgasm, a couple of minutes after you do, thus making time to hide well in the shadows, when you open your eyes, looking around as if you have the feeling you are being watched. He watches you settle down for a moment, before getting up to go to the bathroom, and at that moment Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High School, decides something.
The next orgasm you have will be at his hands.
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your body’s speaking my language
chaeyoung has a bit of a god complex and lights up some candles for valentine’s day.
alternatively: she grants you freedom in the form of a restraint. dom!chaeyoung x f!10th member of twice!reader - wax play - praise & degradation - bondage - exhibitionism (again, yes! 😇) - edging -  branding sorta kinda - chae with the strap in a tokyo love hotel - religious themes - this reaching 5k words ouuu...
happy belated valentines day to @nr1chaedickrider and every other chaeyoung lover out there <3
chaeyoung doesn’t know this, but you have frequent dreams of the same exact scene. the most recent, hazy permutation had you looking through stained glass cut to no holy figure, and onto yourself kowtowing to a woman in the church you haven’t visited in ages. your perspective shifts midway, and your breath is stolen from your lungs the moment you lay eyes on her.
and it is corporeal, the sting of scraped knees against herringbone floor, flowing white rayon restricting skin meant to be bare. it is divine, to look up upon her, sitting cross-legged on a pew, a smile that reaches her eyes and the baring of canines, multicolor light reflecting off them like jewels.
this is beauty reserved for sightings and yet here she is. her touch is salvation and her lips pressed against your forehead is resurrection. at last, she is encircled by blinding sunlight, the deep brown of her eyes being the last to fade to white.
what chaeyoung does know is that once in a while, in the middle of the night, you’re heaving, hands anxious for something to hold onto, eyelids screwed shut. and she brings you into her embrace, more often than not subconsciously, and mutters sounds, her hot breath tickling the tips of your ears.
when you are awake enough to grasp what’s happening, and grieve the dream that’s slipped away, sometimes you weep. that someone like her is real and has her arm draped over your hip. it breaks you.
it half-explains why you squat down as you hand the girl - now tucking sunglasses into her seat-back pocket - your underwear in an airsickness bag. chaeyoung receives it in her expectant hands and leisurely opens her purse to slot the folded bag in. she’s still for a second, looking at you like she has something to say, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.
instead, she slides forward in her seat and tilts her head to give you a kiss. as she pulls away, you can see the reflection of the plane window in her irises. you take in how the oranges and blues courtesy of the altitude shade her tattoos.
“sit down, babe,” she says with a knowing glance, before taking her phone out and swiping through notifications.
even if everyone else can’t see, you feel your nudity under loose cream trousers. shuffling back to your seat, you have half a mind to cover yourself with a blanket and satisfy yourself. you recline and jerk in your seat, if anything to get some friction going. chaeyoung notices this in her periphery and holds your wrist, her pointer tapping on the back of your hand with a calculated rhythm.
“okay,” you squeak, and it sounds like an apology.
“I got a surprise for you when we reach shinjuku. you can wait a bit longer, right?" chaeyoung asks, raising an eyebrow. you nod and she hums. “thank you. you’re being so good for me today.”
you smile, giddy at the praise, and scratch your reddening cheek. it’s like she’s put you in a trance ever since she knocked twice and slid open the privacy screen to regard you with a shaded expression and a singular request. it’d all been automatic; from when you unbuckled your seatbelt to leave for the lavatory to when you stumbled just trying to get your panties off as quickly as possible, not a single hesitation kept you from flowing from one action to the next. 
“is this… for valentine’s day?” 
chaeyoung taps her nose but pulls her headphones out to shut you up. you’d known something was up when the girl became dismissive every time you brought up valentine’s day, and more so when she messaged about tickets to haneda for you two to arrive in japan a few days before the group was even scheduled to be there. 
as soon as the seatbelt sign lights up, chaeyoung grips your forearm and lets out a light whimper. after the plane lands safely on the runway, and as the people around you two rush to get their carry-ons, chaeyoung slides her fingers down your arm to intertwine them in yours. she brings your hand up and leaves lipstick on your knuckles.
she’s a bit of a scaredy cat on airplanes but when she takes your hand and leads you to the cab, a swarm of fans and flashing lights trailing behind you, you follow without a word. 
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the music is so loud you sense the bassline thump through your chest, and as the saxophone screams you feel your fingertips buzz against the condensation of your highball glass. you’ve always wanted to come here - a charming little bar in a basement rumored to have been a brothel decades ago. a post-industrial but amber-lit haven for live music. the kind of crowd who won’t care who either of you are, with their swaying silhouettes and muffled conversations drowning under free jazz. chaeyoung and you are caught in the middle of their current with a perfect sliver of privacy.  
“how’d you know about this place?” you swirl your glass around before taking one last gulp of the cocktail. ice pressed up on teeth sends a shock through your gums.
“i’d be a terrible girlfriend if i forgot about you mentioning this.”
you shake your head: “no that was ages ago, like, even before-“
“so? you know i’ve been fucking obsessed with you ever since our debut.”
you dig up a blurry memory of legs crossed on a cramped dorm bedroom floor, the scent of nail polish and a commotion of giggles and joke-threats, and remember how hard your heart pounded opening up to girls older than you about something so niche and uninteresting. it isn’t the sound of her that you can recall - it’s a vignette of a set of plump lips with a mole set under it, a little to the side, mouthing: “i’d like to go there too.” 
the pianist’s solo is sprightly and with every note that blooms, a sense of anticipation grows in you. you look across the checkerboard table, past wine red pillar candles, and find chaeyoung’s unwavering focus on you. with each tap of her thumb on a cheek bathed in plum-colored light, the ivies snaking her silver ring twinkle. the music shifts with the reintroduction of smoky cymbals and a staccato rhythm. 
it’s not that chaeyoung looks incredibly different now, nearly a decade on. her unbleached, jet black hair and doe eyes let you easily picture the girl you sometimes saw as a trainee, walking past you in the corridor or being aspirationally whispered about with friends. but when your eyes flitter down to her lips, you decide the shape of them has changed together with the entire idea of the woman, somewhere along the way. 
for so many years you’ve only observed them. they were full and pinkish and a dimple forms right by them whenever she smiles. at one point, you used to envy her, innocently thinking about how unfair it was that fans could fall in love through a single laugh. one night many years back, as you watched the reflections of the night in the han river, you played with the idea that your heart could be hers too, if only in another universe. any bitterness leaves your palate when she leans over and closes her eyes. 
you love her new lipgloss. it’s slippery and tastes like summer berries. 
your shoulders heave now, and all these new associations now cross your mind. how warm her lips felt pressed onto the side of your head while you bawled in her arms, fearing the unknown and yet fearing knowing. how orange they looked under the sunset that summer she brought you to her relative’s farmhouse, so telling of their experience after she’d convinced you that maybe kissing wasn’t all that bad if you didn’t kiss men (and kissed her instead). 
you’re distracted by how they form an ‘o’ as chaeyoung lifts a candle off the table and blows it out. a trail of smoke is sucked into the air and dissipates above her head. you remember the heat radiating from her mouth when she licked the tears that streamed down your face after the first time she made you cum. you recall how aggressively red and swollen they can get, with the image of her biting down on a leather whip after she’d marked your skin for an achingly long period of time. 
she swirls the hot wax in the indent for a while then seizes your wrist, her thumb heavy on your pulse point. she flips your arm and drips molten red along the back of your hand. her teeth look severe in this bluish light. there’s a fire behind her eyes. you yelp and jerk to snatch your hand back, but she doesn’t relent, shushing you and immediately dropping the candle, letting it rock to a halt. a couple pairs of eyes shift to look in your direction.
“chae…” you let out, and wonder if it sounds more like a cry or a moan.
“oops.”
chaeyoung gingerly picks off each matte bead and flicks them over at her neglected bottle. there’s the lightest dotted line of discoloration that she slides her lips across when she holds your hand up. it stings even more now, and your tongue gets lodged in your throat. closing your eyes, you silently mourn the loss of all that sensitivity you had on the ride to the hotel. you regret being so sensible when she led you to the restroom of the hotel lobby, and let you know you had her permission to put your underwear back on. 
“i hope you’re not already dripping wet from that,” she says, cleaning her fingertips with a napkin and turning to grab her coat. 
you wonder if she gets off on making you feel so insanely aware of your arousal. you don’t think you’re wet, but you’re pressing your thighs together and gripping at the fabric of your pants. 
“i’m not.”
chaeyoung gets up off the stool and slips into her navy blue trench coat that’s a size or two too big. she raises her eyebrows at you and knees the chair back in. 
“whatever you say, babe,” she murmurs, her voice low and husky. 
she shrugs and burns you with a stare before turning on her heels to leave. you scramble to get your jacket on, nearly forgetting your clutch as you rush to follow her up the stairs. the music diminishes behind you and you strain your neck to find familiarity in her, but you’re greeted by a kaleidoscope of colors and lovesick couples letting loose in the streets. her small frame and stature make it all too easy for her to be lost in a crowd. the air hangs thick as you journey down the maze of bars and restaurants and you curse yourself for not paying enough attention in those japanese lessons. 
then, you spot her, twirls of hair softening the sharp, piercing lines of her face. as soon as you pause to take a breath, chaeyoung’s fingers close around your wrist and she wrenches you into movement. she navigates and guides you through alleys with her hallmark assuredness. once you reach a dead end, she slows and turns to you. between shuttered shops, standing on the prismatic sheen of damp asphalt, she lets you go. her skin is porcelain under the light from a distant streetlamp and the depth of her eyes, now cinnamon brown, remind you of the first time you confessed to her. 
it’s like she senses your wonder, because she takes you by the waist and pushes you against the concrete brick wall. your heels scrape along the road and droplets of water hit your ankles. chaeyoung’s angling her chin up, her eyes gazing down upon you like you’re nothing to her light. she unzips your jacket and pushes up your top and your bra. your hardened nipples hit the cold air and the breeze that settles on your skin causes the hair on your back to stand on end. she scans your body, choosing to pay no mind to your tits, nor to your wanting mouth.
you look to her, eyelids trembling, and state the obvious: “chaeng, someone’s gonna see us.” 
“who cares? i’m having you wherever i want you,” she snaps and rolls her eyes.
she slides her hand into your pants, her touch slightly clumsy, her fingertips cold against the dip of your hip. then, she parts your legs and presses onto a particularly sensitive spot on your inner thigh. the pad of chaeyoung’s thumb grazes against the slightest series of bumps in your skin and you swear you can picture it from candid photos and images framed in mirrors. it’s visceral, the memory of the searing pain of needles punching into your skin, injecting ink into you for good. 
chaeyoung is softer, gentler now than she was then. for one, her nails aren’t sinking into your other thigh like claws into prey. you remember the crazed expression locked in her eyes when she grit her teeth and drove the tattoo machine to trace the outline of a strawberry you’d drawn on a transfer sheet. you were glad the alcohol worked as a mild anesthetic when it happened but it made you bend over a toilet bowl that night when the post-adrenaline fear and pain hit and you puked your guts out. 
“you’re mine, remember? anywhere, everywhere-”
you can’t stand the distance between her hand and your cunt, so when fingers reach your clit, a raspy sigh leaves your lips. she massages it with perfect pressure before sliding a finger along your folds, lowering it momentarily into your slit. 
“you’re right. you’re not wet enough,” she tugs her hand out of your pants and brings it up to spit on her fingers. you’re not capable of coherent thought right now, any witty response will come out as a series of stammers. her hand disappears again and two slick fingers plunge into your hole. 
“f-fuck, oh my god,” you whine.
her tongue slips out between her teeth the same way it does when she’s focused on writing lyrics. she’s said that every song she’d written had been about you and you believe her by the way she hits and presses against every sob-inducing stretch of your walls. even with her slow thrusts, your moans get so loud you’re worried someone might hear. 
“you feel so good, so, so good in me a-ah fuck!”
“you’re so fucking cute.” she squeals at the little whimpers that escape your mouth. you start panting and she tips her head, licking and sucking on your tongue. “yeah? is my perfect girl drooling for me?” 
she quickens her pace and absolutely buries her digits in you and you groan, throwing your head back at how she fills you. but in the midst of this impatient intimacy, footsteps, a group of them, echo in the background, coming closer to both of you. removing her hand from your cheek, chaeyoung grabs the lapel of her coat and conceals your body. with a sharp turn of her head, a narrowed gaze dissects the scene behind her. 
“salarymen,” she huffed, pivoting to lock eyes with you again. “they’re all drunk as shit, they won’t remember this.”
you don’t know if it’s the cold or how magical it feels to have chaeyoung’s fingers fill your pussy once more, but you’re delirious and the thought of strangers seeing chaeyoung fuck you senseless in a grimy alleyway drives you wild. you buck into her fingers and her cold ring stings against your clit.
“i’m gonna- i’m-”
“oh you’re cumming soon?” she nods and moves closer, her nose pressed on your cheek, her breath hot on your neck. “my sweetness is cumming soon?” 
“chae!” you go off on a succession of curses, each word laced with disbelief as she pulls her fingers out of you. you dig your nails into her shoulders and try to shake her, but she pushes her shoulders hard up against you. she licks your juices off her fingers, savors the taste of it, and you watch her swallow, the eye contact constant and unnerving. your lip quivers and you shield your face with your hands, head still reeling over your denied orgasm. 
“still not wet?” she chuckles and pulls out her phone to snap a picture of you, reddened cheeks and messy hair, your tits still exposed. the flash blinds you more than it should. 
“public whore.”
-
“tmi? i had udon tonight~”
being an idol necessitates acting. you hadn’t expected this part of the gig when you’d first auditioned as this naive, bumbling thing, but found repressing emotions and shelling out little white lies as second nature to you. news sites and forums brand you as polite, nearly to a fault, not knowing how much practice you’ve gotten suppressing any negativity. but keeping quiet at family dinners and forcing high-pitched laughter on tv shows chips away at you. feigning obedience in a sea of believers, arms constricted in periwinkle sleeves, ground you down to a paste. 
“no, no, i can’t give any spoilers for the next comeback,” you huff, pouting for the camera. 
this - nonchalantly responding to comments and recounting a day that never happened as a bullet vibe hums in your hole - feels nothing like that. it’s a show you’re putting on with your favorite audience and favorite performer. and she stares you down from the other side of the hotel room as she adjusts the straps of her bra. the blood red floral lace of her two-piece complements the expanse of watercolors and scribbles etched into her body. you swapped imagining sheep for counting tattoos in the dim of the night when she’s passed out right beside you. 
chaeyoung is delicate and rough and terrene. but you’re looking at her too intently and she clicks her tongue, picking up her phone to drag a slider button a little to the right. the vibrations ramp up and you start to sway back and forth. you feel yourself leaking even more now into the blanket that’s covering your bare legs. 
“a-ah- it’s getting quite late now…” you’re fumbling with your phone, tapping the back of it to mask the muffled but noticeably louder buzzing. “maybe i should go to bed?” your eyes dart to chaeyoung and she blinks at you, unfazed. the golden glow emanating from floor lamps and tapered candles light her hauntingly. her apparition is breathtaking and distracting and your finger hovers over the x on your screen because the need to kneel before her now is painful. 
“what? don’t go, we’ll miss you?” you giggle at the message but you feel this tension build inside. and your walls clench around this tiny little thing buried shallow in you, the slightest movement away from coming out covered in your juices. you wonder if anyone can tell how hot and bothered you are, or if they knew you only had a shirt on. 
you purse your lips and feel your heart swell just seeing her folding her clothes and dropping the pile into a suitcase on the floor. you didn’t even know how that got there. she whips her head up to look at you, her countenance still inscrutable. 
“i’m sorry, i h-have to,” you apologize, half to your fans, half to chaeyoung. you adjust your position, the vibrations now reaching your clit.  “i have to go.”
there’s always an element of suspense that builds in you whenever chaeyoung controls you like this. it makes you want to keel over when there’s too much of anything going on around you. you felt understood as soon as you stepped into this unassuming building and saw how plain and normal the room looked, sans a pale yellow carry-on and a st. andrews cross. 
“don’t worry baby, we’ll get to that later,” she had said just after walking in, looking over her shoulder as she plopped onto the pristine bed. thinking about that now, you squirm.
they can’t understand. you suppose no one can get your relationship til they’re changed by her the way you have been. her words are apocalypse and you’d waited your whole life to bear witness to someone who can make you sober. how she slapped sense into you the same day you turned twenty, and how for the first time in a long time, in that same pitch black room, you let yourself be attracted to another girl. 
they can’t speak to the rush you got when you first gave her a peck on the cheek in public, can’t describe how you felt when she brought you to a park just before it closed to kiss you under towering oaks. won’t know the cramps you got from laughing too hard after they’d chased you out. they don’t know this isn’t your first time in a love hotel, can’t guess the number of times you’ve had to hide marks and bruises from everyone else. 
it’s paradoxical, how you find freedom and safety in her, but son chaeyoung’s a kind of contradiction. she’s frustrating yet patient, got a line of carrots tattooed when she was high but planned all year to get this amphibious monster cradled in a bed of spikes on her back. all you can ever be certain of is her care for you. she adores you to no end and it’s suffocating, the way she looks at you like you’re her love of the century. 
a notification pops up at the top of your screen - a message from your manager: “you don’t look well - are you okay? you should end the call before anyone gets worried.” 
“i’ve been lacking a bit of sleep recently so i’ll rest well now,” you reassure your viewers. “please don’t miss me too much? you can see all of us at the yokohama stadium in a few days.” a flurry of hearts and well wishes come in from the bottom of your screen and you wave at the camera before blowing a kiss.  
“bye everyone!”
after ending the live broadcast, you hurry to text your manager back, reminding her that next time you’ll give her more notice in advance of the lives, and yes, chaeyoung will take care of you because you’re definitely catching something. you look warm. your cheeks are flushed. of course you’re running a temperature, what else could it be? chaeyoung saunters to you, taking your phone and setting it down on the dresser. 
“you weren’t supposed to end it so soon. i barely even got started,” she rests a heavy hand on your shoulder and exhales. she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. the air that enters your lungs doesn’t have enough time to stay in there before it’s expelled. you hear the buzzing as loud as you hear her. you’re so close. 
“take off your shirt, go to the bed and spread your legs.” 
“yes, chae.” 
as you shuffle there, you feel your wetness between your thighs. you dispose of your top near the foot of the bed, get on and present yourself to her. she’s just standing there, back straight, arms to her sides, but it’s eerie and intimidating. there’s something animalistic in her eyes whenever she asks to observe you like this. her sight shifts between watching as the vibrator slowly slides out of you, and searing eye contact. your legs tense and you arch your back, the thought of chaeyoung making you cum without even touching you driving you so close to the edge. 
“it’s too early,” she grumbles, and takes a step to pull the vibrator out of you. the slightest, plainly intentional brush of her fingertips against your clit makes the loss more unbearable. “i think my favorite girl deserves a present first.” 
while chaeyoung switches it off, you bring your knees up to your chest and shudder. whimpering, you peek over at your girlfriend and find her gaze following the glistening trail of your fluids as they traverse sluggishly down her forearm. you shut your eyes for a bit, letting your heart rate slow but soon feel her weight dip into the side of the bed. chaeyoung combs through your hair and massages your temples while she pushes something matte against your arm. when you finally open your eyes again, you find a pastel pink box sitting beside you. 
“open it, princess. it’s for you.” 
the heat in your lap settles and you sniffle, tossing the crushed velvet ribbon aside to reveal a leather restraint. it is supple yet sturdy in your hands. just seeing your name embossed in gold on burgundy hide makes you light-headed. chaeyoung takes the restraint from your trembling hands and cocks her head up, wordlessly ordering you to stand. you rise to your feet with a practiced efficiency, turning around to face the only mirror in the room head-on. 
“my baby. you belong to me.” with the restraint in one hand, she fondles your breasts and buries her face into your neck. the leather scrapes your nipples and you let out a prolonged moan. “look at how much of a slut you are. you just want to be fucked, don’t you? controlled, like a doll.” 
“i do.” 
chaeyoung slips the collar around your neck and fastens it, the buckle resting a bit too snug. she tugs at the strip of leather connected to it, just to get a yelp out of you. your arms slide through pliable loops, followed by your wrists. and at last, she has you with your hands secured behind your back in an impossible grip, any struggle to set yourself free choking you at the same time. 
“my prettiest pet.” hooking a finger into the d-ring of your collar, chaeyoung drags you down to the ground then holds your head up. “you’re gonna be a good cum slut for me now, okay?”
a nervous giggle escapes your mouth and your mind races, eyes searching for some clue in the room. your lips naturally fall to a pout and raise your hand to settle it on her arm, your thumb rubbing into the constellation on her wrist. 
“kneel.” 
you nod, shoulders slumped, and adjust your weight to settle onto your knees. chaeyoung beams and rips her arm from you to collect a lit candle from the dresser. her rouge pink eyeshadow shimmers when she’s towering over you like this, the flickering light casting dancing shadows along her jawline. 
“open your mouth.”
she cups your chin in her hand and you can hear her getting choked up. the flame grows longer, burns more brightly, and you can just about peer over to see a pool of translucent white wax surrounding it. 
“stick your tongue out.” 
you extend your tongue and start to pant. your eyes flutter close when you see chaeyoung dip the candle down and cry out as you feel the first bead of wax land on your chest. she pours the wax indiscriminately over your torso, pinpricks of fire sparking goosebumps all over you, leaving uneven streaks and blobs of cream-white coating your tits and abs. you have this itch to get the wax off your nipples, but your hands are useless. it isn’t as hot as it’d been at the bar, but it singes and the heat spreads to your shoulders and down to your stomach. 
“i’ve always wished i could cum all over you like this,” she coos. through half-lidded eyes, the lamp light forms a halo around her. “wish i could make you walk the streets and let everyone know you’re taken.” 
“i’m all yours, chaeng.”
chaeyoung tilts her head and smirks as her fingers crawl into your mouth to pry it open. you feel her knuckles and joints against your teeth and gums, her nails digging into your cheek. your tongue wraps around her pointer and laps at it. 
“you want that so fucking bad don’t you? want to look so filthy for me?” her lips slowly curling into a smile, chaeyoung drizzles the hot wax over your cheeks, scorching your neck and your collarbones as they drip down. 
“fuck.”
to her, you look holy, defenseless, ruined. a waterfall of soy wax cooling and cracking on your skin. her favorite canvas in the world biting her lip at the stinging and tightness that constricts her chest. chaeyoung snaps out of her daze and blows the flame out. 
“get back on the bed. face down, ass up.” 
you hang your head low and fall onto the bed, no arms to brace your landing. with your chin digging into the pillow, you ram your knees into the mattress, forcing yourself up into chaeyoung’s favorite position. deep inhales and the lengthening of your spine keeps you sane waiting for her to get it over with and just fuck you. with your other lovers, this was your time to mentally prepare yourself and dissociate. with your exes, you’d lay still and draw imaginary circles on the ceiling as they entered you. with chaeyoung, every beat that her hands are off you is downright misery. 
“you just love taking time, don't you?” you snicker and score the material of your restraints with a nail. 
and suddenly your field of view is replaced by the darkness under a silky cloth, and a knot is tightened at the back of your head. you feel chaeyoung running her fingers through your hair before taking a fistful of it and jerking your head back. 
“trust me you’re gonna need time to prepare yourself” she jokes, slamming your head back down into the pillow.
the sound of straps being tightened and the clearing of a throat makes the blindfold more of a punishment. in your head, you’re going through all the toys chaeyoung keeps in that box under her bed. the bed creaks as she climbs on and you feel the bones of her knees hitting your calves. a hand wet from lube lands on your ass with a smack, the other guides the head of the toy to the entrance of your puffy, wet pussy. 
“did you get this wet from all the cum i gave you?” 
chaeyoung licks her upper lip as she holds the base of the toy, stroking your clit to your hole with its tip then slapping it against your cunt. you want to fold just from the sheer weight of it. she grabs hold of your waist and slides the entire length of it into you. you know you’ve never been stretched like this and you let a yell out in satisfaction. chaeyoung stills in you, letting you get used to its girth, how full it makes you feel, not knowing that you probably never will. she leans forward and presses her forehead onto your back. 
“take my strap, you fucking whore.” 
it’s carnal, ferocious, how she begins to thrust into you, all eight inches pumping in and out of your pussy. you suck air in through clenched teeth and sink your cheek deeper as your mind grows foggy. without fingers to grasp onto the bed sheets, you grip them between your molars and bite down hard. 
“rghhh- fuck!” 
whenever chaeyoung bottoms out in you, her fingers inch closer to youri stomach. she pushes down on your belly to feel the shape of the toy form then vanish, her grip getting even more possessive. 
“taking me so well.” she whines looking down at the base of the toy coated in your white slick. “so tight and creamy around me-”
it pains you to not see her as her toned abs flex with each thrust, not watch her intense gaze fizzle out and be replaced with something much more tender. 
“i need you,” you plead, but it’s muffled by the fabric.
chaeyoung pounds into you harder and deeper, and she abandons your waist to cling onto your restraint. as the friction builds and your yelps grow louder, she reins you in and pulls out to spit on the toy. then she slams it back into you and you cry out in pleasure. 
“oh my god, i f-fucking need you!” 
as you near your climax, every part of your body is pushed to hypersensitivity. the wax that peeled off your nipples rub against the sore buds every time she penetrates you. chaeyoung pins you down with her weight, the lace and heat of her chest melting into you, making your shoulder blades ache. your clit throbs and the walls of your cunt clamp around her strap. you swear it’s getting bigger, like it’s growing within you. 
“cum now,” she growls. 
chaeyoung drives down into you, fucking you into oblivion, when you feel a gush of ecastasy take over you. you spasm around her strap, milking it with your pussy, until she pulls out, making you fall back onto the bed. your thighs quiver and your toes curl while you flood the blindfold with tears. the aftershocks of it make your head spin and you whimper when you feel your girlfriend get off the bed. 
she pulls the cloth off your head and laughs at your bloodshot eyes. your eyes fall to the dildo right in front of you, and the sticky mess you made on it dripping down to the floor. seeing you take deep breaths and your drooping eyelids, chaeyoung holds you by your collar and awakens you with a slap. 
“not even close to being done with you, babe.” 
a fire reignites in chaeyoung’s eyes. she leads you to the cross and rushes to free your wrists from the restraint, letting the bulk of the leather hang from your neck. your wrists, now an angry red from the senseless fight you put up, taste freedom for not a second before they’re hoisted above you head and locked onto each corner of the cross. 
“i can’t do this…” your muscles scream with the memory of strain and you cry out as chaeyoung backs away from you to rest her legs on an armchair. “chaeng!” 
slowly, her hands reach behind her back and she unclasps her bra, revealing her tits to you. arching her back, she slides her panties down and discards both articles to the side with mild annoyance. 
“look pretty for me.” she spreads her legs, letting each one dangle over the sides of the armchair. as one hand reaches out for your phone on the nearby dresser, the other snakes down her abs to arrive at her clit. chaeyoung swipes to the camera and positions it to snap another picture of you, hung on a cross. the flash blinds you less than it did before. 
“like you always do.”
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so i realized i got 600 notes on my first fic which is kinda crazy... thank yall so much 😭😭
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MEDIC! Part 42 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)
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Fucking hell im sobbing, this is it, the last chapter! Thank you everyone for sticking along with me you are all amazing! I'm so sad this is finished, I feel kinda lost without Em and Don. I'm so sad but also wow I wrote and finished a whole story that's impressive for me. LOVE YOU ALL!!!
For the last time ever, this is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.
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Time stood still for a split second before the clock ticked forward again. I stood exactly where I had left, my items I had dropped when I was struggling to free myself from the shimmer still laid perfectly where they had landed many months ago. 
I whipped around but all that greeted me was the dark street. 
No shimmer. 
No Don. 
It was as if I was on autopilot, I gathered my belongings into my arms and made my way back to my apartment. I fumbled with my keys before slotting them into the lock and twisting open the door. 
I placed my keys down on the bench with the rest of my belongings before trudging to the bathroom. There in the mirror stood a girl I hardly recognised. 
Her hair was windswept and unkempt, her face was blotchy and red, she wore an army uniform from the 40’s. 
She was out of place and lost. 
Shedding my clothes I stepped into the shower. Unlike before I was more aware of the damage on my skin. Cuts and bruises scattered my arms and legs. Scars and faded injuries covered me from head to toe. The last time I was in this shower I had been a different person. 
I washed myself until my skin turned red from the heat of the water and the scrubbing from my hands. 
Walking to my room, I slumped down in my bed and shut my eyes wishing to never wake again. 
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The months flew by, I did my best to heal what was broken. I had promised myself that when I retired I would live life to the fullest, if not for me, for Don. 
I threw myself back into my studies, working hard towards my degree. It seemed to be the only thing that could distract me. I also went to therapy, I didn’t speak about the war I had lived through, it would’ve been too hard to explain, also maybe slightly crazy. 
We spoke mostly about the attack that had happened the night before I had left, it impacted me in more ways than I thought, it had closed me off to everyone again. 
My therapist encouraged me to form more bonds and have people in my life who I could trust. But it felt wrong trying to find people to fill the void of the ones I had left behind. So I kept to myself. 
I had tried my hardest to forget and move forward, I didn’t want to linger on the what if’s but the urge was too strong. I would spend weeks in the library scouring World War II books and reports, trying to find the names of the men I had lost. 
But the odd thing was that there was always a 101st Airborne, always an Easy company, but never the names of the men I had served with. 
They appeared to take the same course of action, the events that happened to us, had happened to them. But the men pictured and named were not my Easy men. 
It drove me to the point of insanity. I rushed home and dug all of the things I had brought back with me from the back of my closet. Just to ensure that it had happened, that I didn’t just imagine it all. 
Sitting on the floor surrounded by the items I had stowed away. My uniform, medic bag and phone all were proof that it was real. 
The medic bag sat unopened. I hadn’t been through it at all since I had arrived back. I sat gnawing on my lip, did I open it or not? 
“Fuck it.” I muttered, leaning forward and unbuckling the clasps that held it shut. I pulled it closer, sitting the bag on my lap. 
My fingers brushed over an unfamiliar material, I thought I knew exactly what I had brought back but this felt different. I hastily dragged the item from the bag. 
A gasp left my lips and tears almost immediately streaked down my face. My thumb brushed over the metal, Donald G. Malarkey. It was his dog tag. He had somehow snuck it into my bag and didn’t tell me. 
I could feel rough metal on the other side of the smooth metal. I flipped it over to find, ‘My Love, forever’. The words had been scratched into the back of the tag, Don had done it. I knew his hand writing anywhere. 
Clutching the thin piece of metal to my chest I rocked myself back and forward as I sobbed. It was the closest I was ever going to feel to him ever again. The thought that he wore this so close to his heart for all the time we had been together made me cry even harder. 
I upturned the bag letting the contents spill onto the floor, I rummaged through the belongings like a mad woman. 
Was there anything else he had put in?  
A paper I didn’t recognise was hidden under bandages, I hastily pushed everything else aside grabbing the paper as if it was going to disappear.  
I shook as I stroked my fingers along the unopened parchment that had been folded in half. His scrawly handwriting grace the blank paper. 
‘To Em.’
A shaky breath left my lips as I slowly unfolded the letter. My heart smashed against my ribcage but it felt nice to feel again, even if it was just pain. I had been so numb on autopilot. I couldn’t wait anymore, I needed to know what he had written. 
 My beloved Em,
I don’t know when you are reading this, but I hope that you are well. Know that I miss you dearly, and that I think of you always. 
I write this now after you had left to go and say your goodbyes. 
It took me a while to understand, but I do now. I know you inside and out, I know you as kind and gentle. You only want to share your love and happiness. 
You made the brave decision to give up everything so that we might have a chance to live and be free. You have made a sacrifice I never think I could do, and for that I admire you dearly, Em. You’re so courageous, your heart is unshakable. 
That is why I love you. Your soul is pure and good. I love your being and essence and everything that makes you, you. 
I love the way your curls fall into your face when you laugh, and the way your eyes crinkle at the sides when you smile. I will miss the sound of your melodic voice, and soft lips. I’ll miss the way you tell stories and the hugs you give. I miss you even now, when I know you’re only mere metres away. 
There will not be a day that will go by that you won’t be on my mind. Sleeping or awake you will forever be at the forefront of my thoughts. When I am sad, happy, excited, depressed, lonely, or content I wish to only share my thoughts with you. I will never not talk about you, your name will forever be on my lips.   
I hope you have found my small gift, and that you hold it close to your heart and think of me. 
Know that I am well Em. 
I am content with your decision. I will live for you. 
I hope you do the same, I hope you reach all of your dreams. 
There’s a quote I love, “missing someone is your heart’s way of telling you that you love them.” 
I miss you more than life itself, so I’ll love you for infinity. May my love for you reach you in your time now and you feel me wrapping myself around you now. I wish I had a photo of you, it scares me that I might forget your face. 
But the men and I will keep you alive in our memories, I will share every story I have of you. I will go home and tell everyone that I was going to be wed to the most beautiful girl in the land but she made a decision that let us be here today, and in turn she couldn’t stay.  
Please Em, my only wish is for you to be happy. Surround yourself with people who love you like we loved you. I need to know that you are being loved and cared for.
I don’t want to finish this letter, I wish I could write you pages and pages and fill them with the love I have for you, but alas there are not enough words in the universe that could perfectly summarise my feelings for you. But I will leave you with this poem.
I will love you as long as the sun burns in the sky,
As long as the moon shines its light into the dark night, 
Until the raging blue oceans become calm and run dry. 
I will love you until the end of time. 
With all my love, I hope to find you again. I will wait for you in every lifetime. 
Donald Malarkey, your one true love now and forever. 
The sobs that left my mouth were short and sharp as I struggled to intake air. My tears landed on the paper as I clutched it to my chest. I had read the words over and over again, I could hear his voice in the writing. 
After my sobs had subsided I continued to search through the contents of the bag. A flash of metal caught my attention. A dry chuckle left my throat, Speirs’ lighter lay amongst my belongings. His initials were carved into the metal, it didn’t come with a note, but the act alone was heartbreaking. It was Ron’s trusty lighter, one that he didn’t part with easily, but still he had slipped it into my bag for me to have to remember him by. 
I woke up the next morning on the floor of my room surrounded by memories. I slipped Don’s tag around my neck and tucked it into my shirt. Just when I was losing faith they had given me the motivation to live again. 
So I did just that. I opened myself up again, I graduated and started a new job as a full time nurse. I did as they had asked and surrounded myself with people who loved and cared for me. But no one could ever take Don’s place, that part of my heart was tightly locked which he only had the key to. 
A year passed and the hurt lessened. Never did they leave my thoughts, the amount of times I went to share stories only to bite my tongue. But I wrote them all down in my diary to ensure that the memories I had of them were never forgotten. 
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“Hey Em, patient in room 12 is wanting to speak to you.” Izzy, the nurse I had befriended when I had started, peered her head into the nurses office. 
“Sure.” I smiled brightly at her, getting up from the notes I was finishing. I made my way to the room, assisting the patient to unhook from the fluids they were getting so that they could go to the toilet. 
“Em!” I heard from behind me. I sat the patient back down on their bed as we had made our way back from the bathroom. 
“Yeah?” I turned to see an excitable Izzy. 
“The girls and I were going to go out for dinner tonight. Come!” It was a Friday for the group and  everyone seemed to be very thrilled for the weekend. 
“Um…” I teasingly thought about the offer. The brunette didn’t let me think long, rushing into the room to slap me on the shoulder. 
“You’re coming!” She tugged gently at my arm. 
“Says who?” I wound her up more. I had befriended her as she had reminded me of George. She was bright and funny, always with a big smile on her face. We had both started at the same time and bonded over being ‘new and dumb’, we joked. It was easy to make friends with her, it was as if they had known each other in a past life. 
“Emily Lane!” She full named me, causing me to giggle. 
“Shall I pick you up?” I asked as I sauntered away. 
“AHHHH!” Izzy squealed in delight, running after me to pounce on my back. “We are going to have so much fun!” 
I never picked up Izzy, she had followed me home. Demanding we got ready together. I watched her dance around the room singing into the hairbrush she had found lying around. She looked insane having half of her eye makeup on as she sung poorly into the makeshift microphone. 
“Thank you, thank you.” Izzy bowed to the non-existent crowd taking in her applause. 
We finished our makeup, mucking around wasting time we didn’t have doing a fashion show, which was basically Izzy prancing around like an idiot and me curled over in hysterics. 
“If you keep going not only are we going to be so late, my makeup is going to be ruined!” I chucked a pillow from the couch at her head. 
Finally we made it to dinner only ten minutes late. We shared good food and stories around the table. I smiled, glancing around the table at the people who were in my life. Don would’ve been proud of me. 
Izzy squeezed my hand from under the table as she lent her head on my shoulder. “I have a surprise and you can’t say no.” 
I pretended to be mad at her but the smile stuck to my lips as she fluttered her eyelashes at me. 
“What is it?” I asked, a huge grin broke onto her face. 
“Karaoke!” She cheered as did the rest of the table. “You have to come, I’ve invited some of my friends too.” Izzy elbowed me in the side. 
The older nurses with children and earlier bedtimes left, leaving the younger nurses with more energy to do karaoke. Izzy’s friends slowly trickled in joining us in our fun night out. All of them were lovely and so funny. I wiped the tears that leaked from my eyes as Izzy and Lyla sang a duet together, they were so off pitch but that didn’t stop them. 
They plonked down next to me out of breath. “Your turn!” The girls pushed me from my seat. I looked back into the crowd and they smiled excitedly up at me. I picked a random song.  
Stay by Rihanna played out from the speakers. I sang along as the group cheered and whooped. I didn’t care if I sounded bad. I sang loudly as I waved my hand in the air. 
The room door swung open and I lost my words. There in the doorway was a face that I couldn't forget. 
“SING!!” Lyla cheered. But I couldn’t, nothing worked, my mouth hung open and tears filled my eyes. 
I watched Izzy jump up from her seat and dragged the person into the room. 
“Em!” She ran towards me with the person in tow. “This is my friend, Don.” 
It was him, head to toe, he looked exactly like my Don. 
“Pleased to meet you, Izzy has told me a lot about you.” The man stuck out his hand for me to shake but I was still so frazzled. His voice was exactly the same. I blinked, pinching my leg to make sure I wasn’t in some weird dream. 
“Are you alright, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” The modern Don tilted his head in concern. 
“I’m fine.” I uttered out in shock, I politely shook his hand, almost melting at his touch. It was the same. Had he come back to me? 
“Have we met before? You just seem familiar.” He asked. Izzy stood between us as we stared at with a confused look on her face. 
“I’ll leave you guys to it.” She departed the conversation, leaving us staring at each other with our hands still connected.   
“Do you want to come to the bar with me? It's a bit loud here.” He asked, never taking his hand from mine. I nodded, my mouth still hung open. 
We left the small karaoke room we occupied and made our way back over to the main bar. 
“So do we know each other?” Don asked again. 
“No we don’t.” I shook my head. 
“Well I want to change that.” His smile grew wide as he stepped closer to me. “I don’t know why but you feel important.” 
And at the moment I knew everything was going to be ok. 
Because he had found me again.
Just like he had promised. 
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THE END!
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mvrtaiswriting · 1 year ago
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Boyfriend x Jean Kirstein. ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :
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turns out the only character that could snap me out of writer's block is horse face. idek why. whatever. i kinda like how this one turned out so.. enjoy :P
gender neutral reader. no pronouns used.
warnings: angst (it ends well-ish), a bit suggestive, mention of toxic behaviour (jealousy, cheating, idk eren is a lil bitch)
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Taking another sip from the red cup in your hands, you watched everyone enjoying the party, dancing the night away. Everyone plus your boyfriend. Your gaze was locked on him and his new prey as they swayed on the dance floor, the red cup in your hand acting as a disguise. Was he doing it to make you jealous? You weren't quite sure, but at this point you weren't sure if you really wanted to know the answer to that - you didn't know if you would have cared, even. The way his hands grabbed her waist told you this wasn't just a play - Eren wasn't causing a scene, he was enjoying every bit of it. The way his fingers laced on the fabric of her tiny dress, the way his body moved in complete synchrony with hers feeding off every animalistic instinct; you knew this all too well. He had been like this with you too, getting to know every detail of each other's bodies.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you kept staring at them - hoping to feel a glimpse of disgust, a sparkle of jealousy. These emotions were once your go-to-meal, but you must have gotten used to the bitter taste in your mouth because now you felt nothing. Impassible while watching the love you've ached for walking away, trampling on the ruins of everything you had built holding his head up high.
"You might need a refill." Jean chuckled, noticing how you ended up chewing the edges of the cup in your hands. Taking the empty one out of your grip, Jean was quick to replace it with a fuller one. Jumping on the kitchen table, he stared at you for a second, tilting his head slightly as if it could help him decipher the look on your face. Following your gaze, he turned around to see what had your attention.
"Gosh. Still?"
Jean asked, raising his eyebrow. He had lost count of how many times he had to pick up the pieces of your broken heart after a fight with Eren, and he just couldn't believe you were still with him.
"This will be my excuse." you answer, pointing at the newly formed couple, who was now making out right before your eyes.
"My out-of-jail pass. At least he won't cause a scene."
Jean just nodded in response, keeping his eyes locked on you. There were so many things he wanted to say - he wanted to know what was so special about Eren, what made you stay even after being cheated on so many times. Jean wanted to know why you would always go back to the guy who almost hit you during a fight, who ridiculed you in front of everyone - why you would always choose Eren over him. But that night, as every other night, Jean kept silent. He wanted to be there for you, even if that meant being just a friend.
"Cool. Now that you've got your pass, we need to restart the game."
Wrapping his arm around your waist, Jean turned you away from the sight of your stupid boyfriend and walked you to the pool table, just across the dining room. The music that was busting in your ears minutes before now sounded like a muffled cry, covered by the loud laughters and chants of your classmates playing games and getting drunker than ever.
"Collect 2 drinks as you pass from the go!"
Jean winked, before handling you two shots. Finally breaking a smile since the start of the evening, you clinked one of your shot-glass against his.
"Cheers, Jean. Thank you."
A soft smile appeared on your face as you cheered with your best friend, before gulping the liquor down. No more tears would have delved your cheeks - not that night, not ever again. Not for Eren, not anymore.
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"Connie, for the love of God!"
Your voice filled the room, echoed by the laughters of your friends, in a desperate attempt to understand what the boy in front of you was trying to mime. Trying to win that game was a lost cause. Everyone was now drenched in alcohol - after two beer pong matches and two bets lost, trying to be lucid enough to play mimes was too much to ask. There were no plausible guesses to make, and you were pretty sure it had been Connie's turn for a while now - he probably didn't even know what he was supposed to represent.
Jean had remained by your side all night; not that it was unusual, the two of you were inseparable. Before Eren came into play, you stumbled over the idea of Jean being more than just a friend, but it wasn't long until a pair of green eyes swooped you away.
Resting your head against Jean's shoulder, you reached for your phone. You weren't exactly expecting to find anything, so when you noticed a few missed calls from your boyfriend, you were surprised. Scrolling through your notifications, you noticed some texts from Eren - again, surprisingly. Usually, he didn't even bother telling you he was leaving without you - but this time, it was different.
"You read it. My head feels dizzy and I just don't want to know."
You mumble, passing your unlocked phone to Jean. He was fast to read through the chat, his long fingers quickly sliding down the screen of your phone.
"He blocked you. There's nothing worth reading."
Jean finally said, locking the screen of your phone. Slightly turning towards you, he pressed his lips against your forehead. Despite a certain apathy you had showed the last couple of times something happened between you and Eren, Jean expected this to hurt. Snuggling closer to Jean, you wrapped your arms around his, your face now hidden in the crook of his neck.
Was it pain? No, no. You didn't even read what he said. Realisation. Closure. Relief. That's what it was. Knowing that he had finally gathered the courage to let you go, even if in the most vile of ways, was freeing. The love between the two of you was long gone - it had been months since the last time he had touched you or even remotely cared for you. What kept you together was your desire to fix him, to change him into the better man you had envisioned but that he never was. And Eren made sure to always remind you how despicable he was, how hopeless his soul was - he did it every time he cheated, every time he raised his voice at you, every time he forgot you had a date and left you at home. You had loved him deeply, too much even - but that was never going to be enough. Especially because you only loved the idea of him.
"Can I stay at yours tonight?" you asked, your voice immediately snapping Jean back to reality.
"Don't even have to ask." he replied, holding you tighter into his embrace.
Of course you didn't have to ask. Half of your stuff was at his place anyway, even your toothbrush. Sometimes you stopped there because Jean's apartment was closer to your university's campus. Other times you would sleep at his place because you were hanging out with his roommates Connie and Sasha. Some other times, he would come and pick you up in the middle of the night because you and Eren had a fight and he kicked you out of his dorm. Then there were your cozy saturdays, when you and Jean would binge watch your favourite tv shows. Jean's place was the only home you knew.
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The end of the night felt like a blur. You weren't sure how you've made it to bed, wearing your pyjama. Opening only one eye, you took a look around you. Some rays of light peeked through the window, the curtains blocking most of the light out - a few weak ray of light filtering through the fabric and lighting up the room. You immediately recognised Jean's room and of course, Jean's bed. Sleeping peacefully next to you, Jean's soft snores filled the room, catching your attention and bringing you back to reality. It was in that moment that you realised just how terrible your headache was, your veins hammering into your skull at every second. Letting out a groan, you adjusted yourself, trying to rearrange the pillow in a way that felt less like concrete and more like a nice, soft arrangement of feathers.
A strong arm gently laced around your waist, pulling you closer to the sleepy boy next to you. Leading your body closer to his, Jean pulled you into a tight embrace before you could realise it, your head now resting on his chest.
"C'mere."
A chuckle escaped your lips as you snuggled closer to Jean's chest, appreciating the warmth of his body. Using his free arm, Jean grabbed the blankets to cover both of you, now almost completely hidden by the duvet.
What happened after was a curious sequence of events, so strange yet so predictable, so complicated yet so simple, so natural yet so craved.
How could you know that carelessly tracing your fingers over his chest could light up such a spark? How could you know that your bodies fitted together perfectly, like the missing piece of a puzzle you waited so long to complete. How could you know that touching him meant feeling loved for the first time. You couldn't. But with your clothes on his bedroom floor and his hands around your waist, you swear you finally knew one thing - you were always looking for love in the wrong place. Nevertheless, it's a known fact that the best place to hide something precious is in plain sight.
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hyvnam · 1 year ago
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HEARTLESS — CH2
Miguel O'hara x Reader
I think I'll be posting more on Wattpad instead of Tumblr since using this platform is kinda complicated for me,,, just search up Heartless by hash1ori on Wattpad ^^
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Gwen and Hobie were taking Miles around Babylon Towers for a tour and arrived at the Dormitories. You came out of your room, overhearing their chatter and laughter filling the empty hallway.
“Another spider variant?” Miles tilted his head,, then noticed you had no watch,
“Nah mate she isn't a spider person,,,” Hobie waved at you, you smiled back at him.
“Miles this is Dr. L/n, she's from this Earth and the one who handles the infirmary.”
“Dr. L/n, I'm sure you know Miles.”
You offered your hand after Gwen's small introduction and he returned the gesture by shaking it,,
“I heard a lot about you from Peter, Miles.”
“You know Peter??” you nod, “We're good friends.”
The three invited you to walk with them and you happily agreed. You were planning to go to the lab but it doesn't hurt to get some time to take a little detour.
Miles kept asking questions, he was so curious about this whole secret union.
“So you've been here for a long time?”
“I went to school with Miguel, I've been here since the beginning of this guild.”
“What...?? So he isn't that old?”
You laughed,, “Surprisingly, we're the same age." then shrugged jokingly.
“Did Miguel ever have a like relationship,” you paused, not expecting that kind of question.
“Who would ever date Miguel?” Gwen scoffed then crossed her arms, the others started to think about it and subtly agreed.
Miles and Gwen reminded you of each other,, once upon a time. It made you smile, Hobie beside you, noticing your gaze softened so much.
On the top floor, Miguel and Peter were talking.
"I've hurt her so much before, I've been a jerk but I have been trying to make it up for the mistakes I did when we were young.”
He usually ranted his problems to Peter, who listened carefully. Usually the topic of their conversations was you, maybe that's why you've been feeling the sniffles lately.
“When I had Gabriella,, I didn't think anything mattered anymore and I pushed her away. It was all a mistake,, and I don't know how to fix this.”
Miguel sighed deeply, pushing his brown locks back with his hands. He sat on his office chair, his foot tapping on the floor. Then when the weight of the multiverse was placed on him, you just stood there. Watching it all play out.
“Maybe cause you've been a workaholic, plus cheater your whole life that you don't really deserve her...” Peter sighed, then realizes what he said and started to panic as Miguel covered his face in defeats.
“What am I ever going to do?”
“It worked out for me and MJ,” he rests his hand on Miguel's shoulder, giving a reassuring smile, “Im sure it'll work out for you too.”
Infirmary, Babylon Towers.
Your POV
Maybe I would have some spiders come and go after a little bruise or light concussion and get a well deserved rest after the grand chase, or at least that's what I thought,, but before my break, Miguel came into the infirmary.
He said he needed some Rapture. But usually,, he was the one who injected it himself.
Even if something off was going on, I told him to sit and started to prepare. The nano tech on his suit disappeared and made space enough for the needle to enter. I put on my gloves and started to infuse the serum. He winced when I took it out and his eyes started to tighten. I started to check him, to see if anything was wrong.
So nothing was up with him him physically, just mentally cause I noticed
that he looked like he wanted to say something,,
It became more obvious that he did since felt his eyes on me while cleaning and sanitizing, at this point it felt like it was burning my back.
“Do you want a lollipop or what?” we both laughed,, I crossed my arms and turned to face him, “What's wrong, Miggy? You're being strange today.”
“You noticed?”
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close,
“Oh please,,, I've known you for most of my life.”
I tried to stay as good friends with him, and we did do some stuff that was kind of a stress relief. It benefited us. Maybe that's why we were friends with benefits.
“Do you ever just wonder if we weren't here?”
I raised an eyebrow at his question,, “If you didn't create this,,?” I raised my arms to try and describe the whole big thing that's going on,, he laughed. God his laugh was so hot.
“Like, if I never tried to quit Alchemax and we stayed together.”
My lips pressed together, my face became filled with false confusion. I knew what he was trying to say,, but so suddenly?
I gulped and push him away, making there be distance between us. I hugged myself, feeling overwhelmed.
“No matter how much you reject me, I always find myself seeking you.”
Miguel stood up, explaining how much he yearned for me like it was some thesis defense,,
“I need you like how I need air to breath,,,”
He cupped my face,, I shook my head, the hope in his eyes started to drain.
“You didn't think that when you cheated on me,,” I looked up at him and said sadly, brushing him away.
He stood there, like a hopeless child that got lost. My face became serious. What did he want? Encouragement like some dog one last time? If I give him the same attention I did when I came back then I'd be wrapped around his hold once again,, and I promised myself to never do that.
But why do I feel little hope that he could do something (babe), say something (babe), risk it all and not lose me. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by those “What ifs”. Like what if we worked out?
Miguel left after I scanned his body. Everything was stable and he left. Our conversation was short lived after the awkward confession he made, he was so corny.
I looked around the infirmary,, it was quiet, no one was there, and I decided to go to the canteen. Thinking that we were lucky that it wasn't a busy day. Unbeknownst to us,, someone was resting on one of the beds, covered by the curtains.
Tbc.
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caesarhamato22 · 1 year ago
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Friends
Rocketober: Day 1
Word Count: 2.0k
Warnings: Suggestive themes implied.
Summary: When Kraglin finds you in Rocket's quarters, he questions his captain on who you were. However, Rocket isn't ready to answer that just yet.
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It wasn't often that you found yourself anywhere near, let alone on the Bowie. It was too dangerous, even in stationary. You could stumble over stray wires or exposed pipes, you could hit a bunch of buttons and cause the ship to explode, or you could take ship for yourself and never return to Knowhere ever again.
Of course, those were Rocket's over exaggerations. He really just didn't want to see you get hurt on his ship, meaning it would be his fault.
In his eyes, at least.
The only times you were on the Bowie was when he was there. Only him. The rest of the ship would remain empty and silent, the only thing heard being the distant echoing of moaning, partnered with the wet sounds of pleasure.
Good thing the ship was soundproof when it needed to be.
After however long you were there for, Rocket always, always walked you home.
"For two reasons," he'd say. "One, gotta make sure my girl gets home safe, 'cause what kinda partner would I be if I didn't?" And, "two," he had hesitated before mentioning this to you, "I can't have the crew knowin' about you just yet."
Many thoughts had run through your head that day. Questions and doubts, was he embarrassed of you? Ashamed? Rocket wouldn't even associate himself with you if that was the case, he made sure you knew that.
You pondered on his reasoning, wanting to know why you had to be kept a secret from his family.
You were only left worrying for a few seconds before he added to his cliffhanger of a sentence.
"I'm not ready, princess. Not yet."
You understood his side. And with a nod, you respected it. And it hadn't been brought up since.
Spending time with Rocket on the Bowie wasn't rare, but it certainly wasn't common. The rare thing was being left alone on the ship.
It was the next morning when you realised where you had spent the night. His bunk had never been the most comfortable bed to have sex in. That just added to the many reasons why you'd go to your place, usually per his request.
You had more pillows, your blankets were softer, your bed was bigger. Rocket occasionally got genuinely worried that if he didn't set his alarm, he'd never wake up. Being surrounded by your warmth and scent was a trap, and you used it often when you didn't want him to leave. And why would he want to?
So it wasn't a surprise when you woke up with a leg and an arm hanging over the side of his single mattress, with a slight cramp in your neck, and the sheets half way up your bare back.
The bed was barely able to fit you comfortably, let alone both of you. Yet another reason as to why Rocket adored your living space. It was made to have him in it.
One of your eyes peeled open, glancing around the room and taking in every piece of his quarters.
His projects were scattered in every corner, on every spot of the floor and covering his desk. Pieces of metal littered, lost, and forgotten, or perhaps left there for when he returned to fiddle with them however he pleased.
Wearing nothing but the sheets of his bed, you sat up with a groan and ran your fingers through your hair. Visualising how messy it must look, you reached for your brush, only to be reminded that this wasn't your room. Meaning your clothes were elsewhere.
Your eyes scanned the floor, searching through every piece of tech, metal, trash, and clothing that belonged to your dearest Rocket, who constantly told you to “watch out” and “don’t touch that”. Your gaze settled on the outfit you had worn the previous night, bundled up nice and neat beside the bed.
He had a tendency to fold your clothes the morning after an eventful night. You'd never catch him doing it. But you always knew it was him.
And he, being Rocket, was currently nowhere to be seen among everything that littered his living space.
You stood and stretched before picking up and examining your clothes.
No stains. Better than last time.
You two had gone out for a dinner, a rare occasion that Rocket wasn't particularly fond of, but he sucked it up for you. Begrudgingly, but he did.
The outfit you had chosen was much too fancy for the state you were currently in. But it's all you had, so it had to do. It revealed as much as you wanted and covered what you wished.
Rocket had yet to return to his quarters, and you remembered how clear he was about you roaming the ship without him.
So, you waited, respecting his wishes and staying in his room, on his bed, prolonging your morning routine as best you could with what you had.
You weren’t sure when he’d be back, and you weren’t even sure when he left, but you assumed if he had left you here alone, it wouldn’t be long.
The smooth sliding of Rocket’s bedroom door opening made your head snap up.
“Rocket, you—“
Your eyes locked on a man’s stomach for a single second when you realised that was not the face of the raccoon you had spent countless nights with.
Letting your eyes quickly flick up to his face, seeing a short brown and grey stumble along his jaw and a tall red fin wired into his head like a mohawk. His light brown long sleeved shirt came in contrast to Rocket’s short sleeved blue one.
His focus went from the device in his hand to your face, taking note of the smudged make up and your slightly disheveled hair.
“Who are you?” He had asked after pausing. Startled but not scared. Definitely confused.
“I’m…”
You couldn’t tell him how you were connected to Rocket, that was the one and only thing on your mind. Didn’t matter who this guy was, you had made a promise to your partner.
“Why are you in here?”
“I’m a friend of Rocket’s.” Your words were quick. You thought it was the best, and most harmless thing you could say to this stranger.
It was obvious he knew Rocket. That fact was made clear by him simply being on the ship is such a relaxed manner, without others to guide him around.
“Oh,” his voice was quiet, almost unsure. “A friend?”
You nodded and blinked once when your eyes had started to sting from keeping them so wide for so long.
“And why isn’t he in here with you?”
The amount of questions he was asking made you nervous. You almost thought he knew the answer to all of them, but the confusion on his face told you he was genuinely baffled that a stranger was in Rocket's quarters. On Rocket's bed.
You would be shocked too, if you weren't the one being talked about.
“He left.”
“Left?”
“Not sure where. Or when.”
You weren’t entirely helping your case here, but it was the best you could do to avoid telling this man who you were really were to Rocket.
At times, you weren’t even sure who you really were to Rocket.
The man’s eyes glazed over you, every part of you, taking in every detail almost is if he was making a judgement on what to do you with you.
It wasn’t the most comfortable stare, but his eyes didn’t seem to carry any malicious intent.
“Might be best for you to wait outside for the Cap'n to come back."
He spoke politely but his face was stern. And rightfully so too, you couldn't blame him. Based on his knowledge, you could have snuck onto the ship and taken anything you damn well pleased.
Of course, that wasn't was what happening at all.
But you couldn't tell him that. 'Not yet', per Rocket's pleading request.
With a nod, “sure, of course,” you left the room.
The man followed behind you by just a few feet. A reasonable distant to be not too close, but able to be certain you were heading towards the exit.
Making it to the open doors of the ship was an awkward journey. The sounds of your footsteps clanked off the walls no matter how soft you attempted to walk. Your posture was straight and your head was up, yet it was clear you were embarrassed by the red tint on your cheeks.
You took in each detail of the ship that you seemed to have missed all the three or four times you had visited the inside of the Bowie. Wires, bags, the occasional chewed up toy, it wasn’t just a ship the Guardians eused for missions, it was a home.
It made you want Rocket to bring you here more often.
But that was something for you ask when you weren’t being escorted out of the ship by one of his crew members.
You reached the large open door of the Bowie, the same Guardian still guiding you further out of the ship.
"What are you doing?"
Your eyes had landed on Rocket before he managed to ask that question. He took his last couple steps towards you, but his eyes were locked on the person who had confronted you back in Rocket's room, the man who was still standing behind you with his hand on your back, a subtle motion to forbid you from trying anything.
You felt like you were being arrested, which you technically could have been, if any of the Guardians chose to do so.
"She was in your quarters, Cap'n." He explained, almost with a stammer.
"I know." Rocket's gaze flickered over you, showcasing a twinge of softness before locking back on his fellow Guardian. "I left her there."
"You ... Respectfully, Rocket, I think leaving your … hook ups alone on the ship," he spoke carefully, "ain't the best idea."
"Hook up-?" Rocket took another step closer. "She's not a fuckin' 'hook up', Kraglin."
Finally knowing the man's name brought some ease to your soul, letting you exhale through your nose, quiet and soft. It was comforting, in a way, to know the name of at least one of the people Rocket spends each of his days with.
"i just ..." Kraglin glanced at you. "I just assumed-"
"Can you get your hands off her?"
Kraglin's hand dropped from your back as he took two cautionary steps to the side. "Uh, yeah, yeah, sorry ... ma'am-"
"Don't call her 'ma'am'."
Kraglin took one extra step back. "Right." He was surprised by Rocket's hard glare. It wasn't angry, but somehow eerie. His stance was relaxed while his eyes were unblinking. "Who is she?" Kraglin built the courage to ask.
"My ..." Rocket now froze. His glare transferred to you, his eyes softening once more as his mind searched for the best answer to give his co-pilot. His brain rattled for an explanation as to why this strange woman was in his room. And in that outfit.
The moment he had taken it off you last night was still fresh and replaying in his mind.
So was the moment he folded them the morning after.
"She's a friend."
Kraglin looked at you but your eyes were on your friend. Taking in every piece of his expression and body language just to know if he believed his own words.
"Alright." Kraglin hesitated while his hands brushed against his pants twice before extending one to shake yours. "It’s nice to meet you."
Slight confusion made your brows furrow. The tension in your face quickly melted when you looked at his hand then into his eyes. You return the gesture, shaking his hand with a gentle smile.
"You too, Kraglin."
He offered a nod to you and a quick side glance to Rocket. From what you could see, he presenting a sly smile to his captain. A knowing smile.
Rocket only replied by nodding his head and avoiding his eyes, keeping his line of sight to the ground while Kraglin walked off, leaving the two of you in a moment of silence.
It broke when Rocket spoke up while keeping his eyes on the ground, searching the dirt surrounding his feet for something interesting to distract himself with.
"What did you tell him?"
You looked at him, hoping he'd look at you, but the gravel seemed to be holding his attention with an unyielding grasp.
"That we were friends."
His ear twitched, "nothing else?"
You shook your head, "nope. Not even my name."
He sighed, and his eyes gradually made their way up to yours, who had been waiting patiently. His right hand gestured forward, in a way of offering his gratitude, before being placed back on his hip.
"Thank you."
You shared a small smile, understanding his worry. The worry he had mentioned to you before in that trembling voice you had only ever heard from him once.
"You're welcome, Rocket."
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DAYUM THAT TOOK FOREVER
Anywhozzle, hope you enjoyed Day 1! And I apologise for the future days delay, but they will be posted!
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scary-event2369 · 1 year ago
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Yandere! Student Council President One-Shot
Yippie! I’m back with another post! I hope y’all enjoy this one also~ I’ve been in such a mood to write, but I am so clueless on what to write. If you have any ideas please request it! I’m desperate… please
The reader and the yandere are both 18+ 
WARNING: NOT PROOF READ, I wrote this all in one day also… beware! Contents: Fem body reader (no pronouns/gendered terms used), Masturbation, fingering, praise, kinda dub-con; but also not really. —
I was sitting in front of the student council president, Alaric. He was tall with a beige and freckles covered his cheeks. He had dark chocolate brown hair which was always neat and put together. His hazel eyes looked at me with a stern gaze.
I was caught playing on my phone during class. Since our school was so large, the principal had other; more important things to attend to, so during lunch I had to talk to the school’s discipliner… our student council president.
I was known as the average student. Average grades, little friends, never in trouble. This was the first time we ever spoke. I was trembling a bit as I sat in front of him. My head facing down looking at the floor. I was too nervous and scared to look him in the eye.
After what seemed like an eternity he cleared his throat. “Phone in your class, really?” His voice was stern but it wasn’t as angry as I expected. He sighed as he rubbed in between his eyes, “Listen, since this is your first time getting in trouble I punish you.” I turned my head up, finally meeting his gaze. My face had a clear look of relief when he said that. Alaric looked at me for a second before leaning forward, “I want your phone though,” he stretched out his arm waiting for me to give it to him, “Now.” I gulped nervously, my relief faded a bit. I hand him my phone. He looks at it for a moment before he swipes up. “What's your passcode?” he asks. My eyes go wide, “Uhm, what?” I ask nervously. “I’m not playing games here,” he said seriously. It was clear he wasn’t in the mood for me to fight back. “If you want your phone back, you give me the passcode. Now.” I started trembling a bit again. I was nervous, obviously I didn’t want to give him my passcode; but I also wanted my phone back. “It’s uhm, 1256,” I told him reluctantly. I just assumed he would open it and see that I was just playing my game, tell me off, and then just hand it back to me. However he closed the game and started opening my camera roll! I felt my heart drop out of my ass. “W-what are you doing?” I was trembling a bit, I was clearly confused and worried. 
"I'm going to make sure you weren't taking any pictures of students or any teachers in... inappropriate positions," he said, looking at the gallery. "You never know what students are up to these days..."
Fuck, that was sort of a good point. I was about to protest when he stopped. His eyes went wide and a dark red hue covered his cheeks. He put the phone down on the desk, I glanced over to see… It was a nude!
I turned bright red as well and quickly reached for my phone. However his reflexes were quicker then mine, he snatched the phone back before I could get to it.
“Wait,” he said quickly. “Is that you or someone else?” he asks. His freckled cheeks are still that bright red. He had a slight smile and his eyes were looking at me, almost hoping it was.
“I-I uhm ah,” I was so flustered I couldn’t say anything. I kept stumbling over my words like a complete idiot. Alaric smiled at me, he continued scrolling, discovering more nudes I completely forgot I took.
He brought the phone close to his face, almost like he was enamored with them. He touched the screen softly. He didn���t say anything, he just kept scrolling. It wasn’t just nudes, some selfies, some random pictures I took; but he skipped past those only to stare and linger on the more risque pictures.
I reached for my phone, “Please give me my phone back,” I pleaded as I tried to grab it from him. I was so embarrassed. I just wanted to run away.
“Not yet,” he said, gripping the phone harder as he leaned back so I couldn’t reach. “I’m not done with this yet.” He stood up and walked around the desk. He loomed over me as he put his hand on my knee. He showed me the picture I took of myself. “ Why are you taking these pictures?” he asked, his voice deep, and he almost sounded… jealous?
I tried reaching for my phone but he pulled it away. “I just thought I looked good!” I admitted with flushed cheeks. I was completely mortified. He smirked as he scrolled again. If the pictures weren’t absolutely embarrassing the next thing was. It was a video.
A video where I was two fingers deep in myself moving them quickly in and out. I was crying out from the pleasure. It was very explicit. My face was clear as day, occasionally I would look directly at the camera. There was no way I could lie and say it wasn’t me or I wasn’t doing what I so obviously was.
Alaric’s smirk grew as he watched the video with me. His eyes dilated, pupils so big it basically covered his light hazel eyes.  His hand slowly trailing up from my knee to my thigh. The warmth from his touch only heightened my embarrassment. It seemed like I was stuck in a state of shock. Just completely mortified about everything happening. When the bell rang, signaling lunch was over, is when I came back to my senses. I grabbed my phone out of his hand. Right when I was about to climax. I quickly turned off my phone and stood up from the chair. I backed up towards the door. My cheeks are still hot from everything going on.
He stood up. He looked displeased when I backed away from him. Approaching me, he pinned me against the wall peering down at me. “I want you,” he said in a low but direct tone. Then he leaned in, our noses basically touching as he looked at me with those eyes of his. “And I won’t take no for an answer.” I felt my heart race in my chest. I looked at with wide eyes. “Huh?” I was confused. “We… We have class! We should really head out,” I said quickly. He smiled a bit, shining his perfect teeth down at me. “I don’t care about class,” he said, his voice filled with lust. He then stopped  making eye contact and looked me up and down. “Your body is… incredible.” He dropped his arms to my waist. He pulled me closer as he wrapped his arms around me. I was basically squished between his chest and the wall. I was completely engulfed by his scent. My heart was racing more than before, I swear it was about to shatter my ribcage.
Alaric leaned down, pushed his nose into my neck before moving up a bit. I then felt him planting his lips on it. I felt my breath getting taken away. It was such a light and soft one, it held so much care. I knew at this moment he was holding himself back. “A-Alaric,” I squeaked. My voice broke a bit. My hands still on his chest as I tried in vain to still push him away. “Class,” I repeated. I was still a bit breathless from the closeness between us.
“I. Don’t. Care.” he growled into my ear. He was smiling at me, as one of his hands moved from my waist to my chest. Gently trailing between each of my breasts. He was still kissing my neck, this time a bit more aggressive. I let out a soft groan, my whole body felt hot. My body was trembling from the sensations I was feeling.
Alaric still kissed my neck feverishly. He stopped groping me to unbutton my shirt. He slowly unbuttoned one after the other, soon I was shirtless. He leaned back a bit, as he pulled the shirt off me and threw it on the floor. I was wearing a bra, the only thing that prevented me from being completely topless. He looked directly at my cleavage. His smile widened like I’ve never seen before. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered gently. He then leaned in, whispering into my ear. “I’m sure you look amazing without a bra on.” My face blushed even more. My heart was racing, I bit my lip gently. “I-I don’t know…” I whispered shyly. He just laughed gently into my ear as he nibbled on it a bit, causing me to whimper a bit. His hands wrapped around me and he began to undo my bra. 
In one swift moment, my bra fell to the floor. His eyes sparkled a bit as he looked at me completely topless. The cold air hardened my nipples, that or just his intense gaze caused them to perk up. Either way Alaric was very pleased. “It’s even better than the photos you took,” he said in a charming, yet lustful way. I blushed, “D-don’t say that!” I say embarrassed. He laughed as his hands gently went up and down the sides of my waist. “You’re beautiful,” he said as his hands went up to my tits. His hands massaging them gently. I let out a pathetic moan as I used my hand to cover my mouth. I knew deep down I should have pushed him away, but it also felt good, like I couldn’t push him away. “Don’t cover your mouth, love,” he said in an excited tone. He was so happy to be the one causing you so much pleasure.  “I love the noises you make.” I squeezed my eyes shut as I let out more soft groans. I wasn’t covering my mouth any more, I was just biting on my knuckle gently now. One of his hands was squeezing my boobs gently, the other one gently pinched my nipple, twisting it, causing me to let out more sounds of pleasure.
“So cute,” he whispered as he then started to pinch and tease both of my sensitive nubs. It seemed like he did this for a while, each second longer I let out more sounds of pleasure. I was panting and groaning, I could only hear the involuntary noises coming from my lips, and the racing of my heart.
My eyes were still shut, I didn’t open it until I felt something warm wrap around my erect nubs. They shot open as I looked down, he brought his lips down and was licking and sucking them. My hands went to his shoulders as I dug into them. I was moaning louder than before, however I was biting my lip to be quiet. I could hear students and teachers walk past the office. They were plenty noisy, so it covered up the sounds I was making… but barely. “Mhm~ you taste so sweet,” he said between sucking and licking. “You sure are sensitive, aren’t you?” He teased, gently biting a bit causing me to let out a squeal. 
He laughed a bit, the vibrations only serving to cause me more pleasure. “Alaric,” I moaned softly as my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Yes, my love?” he asked as hips lips finally left my sensitive and perky nipple. There was a trail of saliva that still connected the trail though. “You want more?” He asked as he slowly pulled down my skit. “I didn’t say that!” I responded. I didn’t need too, I held such a look of longing and desire, he could tell I wanted more. Alaric just looked up at me with a smile as he unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
“Wow, you sure are soaked,” he said, his gaze was directly to my panties which had a large wet stain from being so excited.
His put one of his fingers and touched it. My legs shook as I glanced down at him. “All i did was kiss your neck and tease your breasts,” he said as he trailed his finger up and down my soaked lips through the cloth. “Either you’re really sensitive, or you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he said with a happy smile. His light eyes looked up at me, they held so much joy and lust. I was whimpering as I threw my head back and pushed it up against the door. His finger still trailing up and down my folds. He was breathing heavily, his cheeks still flushed. He pulled my panties to the side, looking at me directly.
“How pretty,” he said as he brought up two fingers up to my dripping cunt. “So creamy,” he whispered. My knees weakened again as he touched me directly. I felt my face get more flushed by his words. He stopped his fingers on my clit. “This is so hard, it’s eager to be touched.” I was panting softly as I moved my head forward again and looked down at him. He made eye contact with me again. He started to rub my nub between two fingers. I cried out a bit as I slid down the door, now sitting on the floor, legs still spread as he didn’t stop the agonizingly slow rubs. “Wow, you’re much noisier than you where in the video,” he commented. I leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Do my fingers fill you with more pleasure then yours do?” he asked.
I was slurring any possible words I would have as he was still caressing me in my sensitive place. I think he took that an answer of confirmation. “Good. I’m the only one who will be able to give you this much pleasure,” he whispered in my ear. He positioned his hand so his thumb was still rubbing my clit slowly. I then felt him insert two fingers. He laughed roughly, his eyes darkened a bit as he licked my ear lobe. “Good job! You’re so wet that two fingers slipped in like it was nothing!” he praised as he began to move his fingers against my throbbing, clenched walls.
“Stop saying such things,” I said between moans. It was so embarrassing to hear how greedily my body accepted his digits. “I don’t want to stop. I want you to know just how good you’re being for me,” he said as his other hand started to grope my breast again. He was now picking up the pace. The sensation of having both my clit and my pussy stimulated was almost too much for me to handle. “You’re leaking a lot,” he whispered into my ear. “Are you going to come?” he asked. I was moaning, long forgetting to be quiet. I nodded quickly. He bit my ear, “No, you can’t come yet.” “You lasted longer in your video, I'm sure you can hold it in,” he teased, still nibbling. You would think if he didn’t want me to orgasm he would slow down or stop, but he didnt’ He was going faster. Actually he added a third finger. “I-I can’t,” I cried out. I felt my toes clenching as the impending orgasm grew more. The sounds of his fingers rapidly moving in and out of my leaking cunt echoed throughout the room. “Come on, just a bit longer,” he encouraged. He was the student council president for more than just his grades, he was really good at encouraging people, especially right now. Alaric moved his fingers deeper, hitting me in the spot that was more sensitive. “Wow! You’re gripping onto me so much I can barely move my fingers!” He said in a voice that held pride and amazement. He continued to rub against that area, the sensations never leaving, not even for a second. I was moaning louder. It’s lucky no one came by his office normally, or we surely would have gotten caught. “You’ve got it, just a few more seconds,” he said as he brought down his face to my collarbone. Leaving a bunch of small hickeys. I was holding it in, not that it was easy. With his kisses, his groping, and how hard he was finger fucking me it was amazing I held out this long. He did this for a couple more seconds before whispering the words I longed to hear, “You can release now.” And I did. It was a long and hard one, even as I was releasing he didn’t stop his fingers from moving in my dripping hole. This just prolonged my orgasm. Finally, which seemed like forever he finally, but slowly, pulled his fingers out. My whole body was shaking. I was panting and moaning still as my juices poured out of me, leaving a small stain on the floor. He kissed my forehead, “Good job! You held it in perfectly,” he praised. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of joy when he said this. I looked at him again. The bell rang, we missed the entire last period, however he just sat next to me on the floor resting his head on mine. “You should send me those photos and videos.”
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shadowofchwe · 2 years ago
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treacherous temptation | vernon chwe
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Sneaking into your enemy's room with murderous intent doesn't exactly go as planned once you hear the name leaving his lips in his sleep.
🗡️ Pairing: prince!vernon (sovereignsin!vernon) x princess!reader
🗡️ Word Count: 4.5k
🗡️ Genre: Enemies to lovers (still emphasis on the enemies), mainly pwp, smut, royal au
🗡️ Rating: 18+
🗡️ Warnings: Explicit language, mention and presence of weapons (dagger), mention of wanting to murder, overheard sex dreams, explicit sexual content, brief somnophilia, handjob, dirty talk, rough handling, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, face fucking, praise, hard degradation (uses of bitch and whore), grinding, thigh riding, making out, possessive Vernon, spit kink makes an appearance, mutual masturbation, teasing, edging, cum play, cum eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (pls be safe), riding, spanking, groping, marking/biting/scratching, dagger is held against throat mid fucking (meant to be more threatening than anything), threats of violence, forcefully disarming weapon, mention of minor injury and blood being drawn, mention of conflicting feelings and fear, rough sex, restraining hands (f receiving), it's kinda soft at the end, that enemies to lovers line is getting real blurry
A/N: I'm back with more prince Silvernon! This couple is just so fun and intriguing to write and I honestly have a million ideas for them lmao. This is a follow up to sovereign sin, but I also think it can be read as a standalone too. Really wanted to post something today because it's my 1 year Vernaversary of ulting him so I hope you enjoy this if you decide to read it 🥰 As always thank you so much to everyone who reads my stuff and supports me it means more than I could ever say 💙
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It was late. The entire castle slumbering in silence. Everyone except you, who'd been tossing and turning for hours at this point. It had become impossible to tell if you couldn't sleep because you were angry, or if you were angry because you couldn't sleep. All you knew was that right now, you were fucking furious.
It might've had something to do with the fact that that bastard, Vernon, hadn't sought you out a single time that week. The arrogant prince had barely acknowledged your existence for days. And you hated just how much his behavior had gotten under your skin. Because it had been too long since he'd been under your skin. You were aching with a desire, and a craving, that only he could satisfy. You longed to have him drag you back down into the dark with him, greedily feeding into the worst parts of each other.
You glanced at the door to your chambers, half expecting to see the silver prince slipping into your room. But the door gave nothing away, and fresh anger flared inside of you. You swung your legs out from underneath the heavy covers before planting your feet on the floor. You reached for your dagger from your bedside table, quickly strapping it against your thigh underneath your thin nightgown.
Peeking out your door revealed an empty hallway, and a dangerously tempting opportunity. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about sneaking into the prince's room, taking your dagger, and slitting his throat while he slept. And just because it wasn't a fantasy you were planning on carrying out tonight didn't mean you couldn't still have some fun and threaten the bastard with your blade at his neck. Make sure he knew you were not one to be fucked with. The look of surprise and fear in his dark eyes…it would be enough. Enough to satisfy you for tonight.
Your knowledge of all the castle's secret passageways made it almost too easy to sneak into the prince's quarters, completely unseen and undetected. Moonlight blanketed the room, falling on the prince, peacefully asleep in his bed. You crept closer as you kept one hand against the dagger concealed under your nightgown. You stopped at the sight of Vernon's bare chest, watching it rise and fall with each deep breath.
You internally cursed him for looking so breathtaking in his sleep. You couldn't remember ever noticing how long and delicate his eyelashes were. His silver hair looked soft and slightly ruffled from his pillow. You wanted to feel it between your fingers. Tug and twist the strands to pull all those sinful sounds from him. All you had to do was reach out and- No. You shook your head in an effort to clear the lustful thoughts. Not what you were here for. Not tonight anyway.
You were standing next to his bed now, staring down at his sleeping figure as you gently lifted up your gown to expose your hidden dagger. The prince began to stir suddenly, mumbling something, and your fingers froze where you gripped the thin fabric. You held your breath, waiting to see if he was actually going to wake. Another muffled sound escaped him, and you found yourself leaning closer to try and discern what he was saying.
"Y/N."
He moaned your name sofly, and your heart began to thud violently against your rib cage.
Shit.
Now that you had heard it, it was impossible to miss the needy, breathy way your name was leaving him again and again. Your head was growing hazy again, and you could feel the arousal gathering between your thighs. Damn this prince.
Curious desire flooded your veins as you reached out to carefully pull back his covers. You hissed at the sight of his cock, hardening and straining against the fabric of his silky bottoms. Vernon said your name louder, more desperately. An entirely different type of wicked thought bloomed inside your mind. You swung yourself up onto the bed to straddle one of his thighs before you could think better of it, the prince groaning underneath you. But he still didn't wake.
Your hand hovered over the top of his pants, waiting to see if it was still you he was dreaming about.
"Fuck, Y/N." he practically growled in his sleep.
You didn't waste any more time before slipping your hand beneath the material to wrap around his length, giving him a teasing squeeze. You used your other hand to tug down his bottoms enough to expose his hard cock. The prince squirmed underneath you as you began stroking him slowly.
"Dreaming about me are we?" you taunted softly, leaning down so that he could feel your warm breath on his skin, "Naughty little prince."
You let a string of spit fall from your tongue to his tip before using your hand to coat the rest of his length, twisting the sensitive flesh. Your thumb rubbed over his slit, and Vernon suddenly jolted awake, sitting upright and trying to take in the sight before his eyes. You grinned deviously back at him as you moved your hand faster. He fisted the sheets in a death grip, "Fuck. Princess, is that really you? Am I still dreaming?"
You chuckled darkly before slowly moving your gaze up to his face, your mouth grazing the skin at the top of his thigh.
"Or maybe it's a nightmare." you whispered, trapping his flesh between your teeth.
Vernon hissed out a curse that quickly became a snarl when you licked a stripe along the underside of his cock.
"Do you want my mouth, prince?" you teased him further.
The prince's fingers were digging into your jaw a second later, and your skin burned under his touch.
"Until you're choking on me, your highness."
He used his hold on you to roughly pry your mouth open. You played along, letting the bastard think he was in control as he guided his cock past your lips.
Vernon hummed, "If only all your other suitors could see you like this, with your mouth full of me. I bet then those fools would truly know their place."
Familiar irritation stirred inside you at his smug words, and your teeth scraped against him in warning. His hand immediately left your jaw to tangle in your hair before yanking you off of him with a pop. You gasped when he gave another harsh tug to pull your head up higher to make you meet his eyes. The intensity in the prince's dark irises nearly burned a hole through you.
"Though it would seem, that you still do not know yours." Vernon growled, his nails digging into your scalp, "You vile woman. Allow me to remind you, princess."
The sadistic smirk he flashed you had you wishing you actually had bitten him. Bastard. But it was also impossible to deny the way heat flooded your core at the way he watched you like a predator stalking its prey. He had you trapped for the moment, and you both knew it.
You had just barely started to open your mouth to get in one last quip, when Vernon used his grip on your hair to shove your head down, pushing his cock all the way to the back of your throat in one go. The prince groaned in satisfaction as you gagged and spluttered around him.
"Fuck. Always let me ruin your mouth. Just like I ruin your sweet little cunt."
His hand held you down as his hips bucked against your face, reducing you to a mixture of drool and tears.
"Such an obedient little princess, shit." he grunted, and you cursed yourself for the pathetic, muffled whimper that slipped out.
Desperate for some sort of stimulation yourself, you began grinding on Vernon's thigh that you were still straddling. You nearly sobbed at the friction, and the prince hissed above you.
"Fuck. You're soaking. Rutting against my leg like a bitch in heat."
His thrusts were finally starting to lose their rhythm as you continued to choke and cough around his length. Your movements grew more frantic, your own orgasm building fast as you moaned brokenly. Vernon tugged you up by your hair once more, and his other hand stilled the motion of your hips.
Fresh tears slid down your cheeks from the loss of stimulation, and you tried to greedily suck in as much air as you could. It was pointless though because the prince gripped the back of your neck and pulled you to his mouth, his tongue diving in hungrily to taste himself on you. You groaned in response, aching for the stimulation of his thigh against your core again. His hand on your waist was unyielding though, clutching the fabric of your nightgown so tight that the material was bunched up in his fist.
His lips left your own, but you both stayed there, just panting warm air into each other's mouths.
"Remember, your highness," Vernon rasped out as his hand curved around your cheek, his thumb briefly brushing across your now swollen bottom lip, "your pleasure belongs to me."
You glared back at him fiercely, "I belong only to myself. No part of me will ever be yours. You would do well to remember that."
You hated how you sounded so much less threatening than usual since tonight's exchange had literally left you breathless. As well as burning for some sort of release. Still half dazed, you felt Vernon's fingers at your jaw again, even rougher than before. You scowled defiantly at him, refusing to back down from his challenge like always. No matter how badly you were craving the satisfaction of an orgasm.
Fire flickered in the prince's eyes, a promise to burn you alive.
"Open your mouth, whore." he snarled, using his grip to part your lips once more before angrily spitting into your mouth.
Vile bastard. Maybe you would end up killing him tonight after all. If the need trying to claw its way out of your skin didn't kill you first.
"If you want me to even think about letting you come, then I suggest you do as I say, princess. You can start by swallowing." Vernon instructed, smug grin nearly splitting his handsome face.
You seriously considered spitting back in his face just to spite him, but you simultaneously couldn't stand the thought of leaving here with nothing. So you decided to play nice, at least for now. Until the prince let his guard down again.
You made a show of swallowing, and clenched around nothing at the desire in Vernon's eyes as he watched your throat. He raised a waiting eyebrow, and it took everything in you not to lunge at the man in a violent rage.
"Show me, princess."
His condescension was grating on your last nerve, but you opened your mouth and held out your tongue to give him what he wanted.
"Good girl." he praised before unexpectedly flexing his thigh against you.
You cried out and splayed your hands over his stomach to keep yourself from toppling over. The brief rush of pleasure was gone all too soon, but the prince stalled your hips before you could chase more of that feeling. You were going to stab him.
"Now, here's what I want you to do. Take off that shift, or I can rip it off if you prefer." he teased, his fingers playing with the material.
The bastard had already ruined enough of your wardrobe, so you slipped the gown over your head before Vernon could act on his threat. His teeth dug into his lip as he drank in your moonlit figure. One hand was gripping your waist, while the other wrapped around his neglected cock as he began stroking himself. You let out a small gasp, mesmerized at the way his fist pumped his length.
"You keep fucking my leg like a dog, but you can't come before me. Think you can handle that, princess?" the prince challenged you, his tongue poking against the skin of his cheek.
"Yeah, I think I can fucking handle that." you growled in response, immediately returning to grinding against his muscular thigh.
You sighed out, your head falling back now that you were finally able to build up to a consistent rhythm, "Fuck, fuck, Vernon."
He groaned, his hand moving faster, and your hips following suit. After being denied an orgasm for so long, you knew it wouldn't take much more to push you over the edge. Vernon flexed against you again, and you almost lost it, but you forced yourself to hold back since he hadn't come yet. The prince chuckled at your efforts.
"Patience, princess." he chastised you, driving the point home when he slowed the movements of his hand around his cock.
"Fucker." you hissed before making your hips match the new pace.
Otherwise you were definitely going to lose this little game, and that just wasn't an option.
"Such colorful words for a future queen. I really do bring out the worst in you, don't I, your highness?" Vernon taunted you further, stroking himself faster again.
He was panting heavily, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. He had to be getting close, just a little more. You decided to try and help him along with your words.
"Close, prince?" you queried playfully, slowly dragging yourself over his bare skin, "Imagining it's my hand instead? Or maybe my mouth? Or are you pretending you're inside me? I bet you're just dying to feel me around you. All warm and wet. Am I right?"
"Fuck!" Vernon swore loudly, his hips bucking up as he frantically fucked his fist.
Your grin of satisfaction was short lived because his muscle tensed underneath you right against your clit, and you had to bite back a scream. You matched his desperate movements, the need to come starting to overpower the need to win.
Your furious gazes bore into each other, neither one of you willing to back down now.
"Don't you dare come." the prince warned, his tone venomous.
"Fuck you." you seethed back, fingers harshly digging into the flesh of his thigh.
Just when you were about to give in and accept your loss, Vernon's hands flew to your waist, halting the movement of your hips.
"Vernon, what the fuck?" you snapped, resisting the urge to draw the dagger still sheathed at your side.
You didn't think he'd even noticed that you'd kept it on you, stupid prince. You glared down at him in contempt, squirming in his strong grip. Like hell this bastard was going to hold your pleasure captive any longer.
"Fuck." the prince hissed, "Stay still."
You were trembling in his hold, both from anger and from the repetitive denial of your orgasm that you could practically taste, "Go to hell, prince."
"Do as I say, princess, or I won't let you come. Just sit there and take what I give you, and don't you fucking move." Vernon ground out, one of his hands leaving your waist to wrap back around his cock that still looked painfully hard.
Good. The bastard deserved the pain. But on the other hand, if he didn't let you come, you were going to throw the royalest of fits. You knew Vernon would never let you live it down either. Damn him.
You stayed as still as your body would allow since you couldn't get yourself to stop shaking completely. The prince looked back at you with focused arrogance as he pumped himself harder. A shiver ran through you at the shudder that escaped him right before hot spurts of cum began coating your breasts and neck. A strip even landed across your still swollen lips and Vernon moaned at the state of you.
"Fuck, princess, you are a sight. All covered in me." he remarked, voice husky and dark.
You made sure his eyes were on you as you sensuously licked him off your lips, and the prince's eyes nearly blew out.
"Shit, Y/N. You'll be the death of me yet." Vernon groaned, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over your hip that he was still gripping.
Your heart beated erratically in your chest. Why was it that such small things fucked with your head so much? Then again, you were still feeling out of your mind from not being able to come.
"Vernon."
You said his name a single time. A question with an underlying plea. The prince smirked in understanding, "Go ahead, princess. Think you've earned your pleasure."
You were already grinding against his thigh with reckless abandon by the time the words finished leaving his mouth. This time, he helped guide you with both hands on your waist, flexing against you with each rock of your hips. The stimulation was so delicious you wanted to cry, and you could feel your release beginning to crest over you.
"Oh, fuck, Vernon." you whined as you desperately chased your pleasure.
The prince hissed, his fingers digging harder into your skin.
"Come for me now, your highness." Vernon beckoned, and you were letting out a sob as you fell to pieces a moment later.
He kept a firm grip on you to keep you upright as you rode out your high. You stared down at your hands covering Vernon's stomach, laughing slightly as you tried to catch your breath.
"Wow…that was…wow."
The prince gave you just the hint of a smile, and you felt the room spin.
"I love how articulate you are after a good orgasm, princess." Vernon teased you, and you felt yourself beginning to grow shy all of a sudden.
You reached beside you for your discarded nightgown, using it to wipe yourself clean. You would just steal some of the prince's clothes to wear to sneak back into your room. You let the garment drop to the floor, and Vernon suddenly shifted underneath you, swearing under his breath.
You thought maybe you had accidentally hurt him, but then you saw the real reason for the prince's discomfort. He was fully hard, again.
"Shit, Vernon." you whispered, and his line of sight followed your own.
"Well, can you blame me? After feeling you grind your dripping cunt all over my thigh." he voiced, his deep timbre settling in your core.
You lifted your eyes to his face, and saw the hunger still swirling in his irises. And you realized that your appetite hadn't been satiated yet either. Feeling like a woman possessed, you raised yourself from his thigh before shifting to properly straddle him with your legs on either side of his body. You held the prince's gaze as you slowly sank down onto him, both of you moaning in unison.
"Greedy bitch." Vernon hissed, one of his hands coming up to roughly palm at your breast while the other reached around you to give your ass a harsh smack.
You felt set aflame from within as you began riding him in earnest. The prince groaned and panted below you as he alternated between groping your chest and your behind.
"Think I like having you at my mercy, prince." you breathed, smirking down at him.
A growl rumbled in Vernon's throat, but whatever his reply was gonna be died on his tongue the moment you switched your focus to grinding on his cock.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck."
His eyelids fluttered as you tortuously rolled your hips, your nails scratching against the skin of the prince's chest.
"Fuck, you're gonna kill me."
"Well, you know, prince," you began softly, leaning over him to run your tongue along his infuriatingly perfect collar bones, making Vernon shiver underneath you, "that was the idea."
You marked his skin with your mouth, distracting him as you carefully slid your dagger free of its sheath. Vernon's hand twisted into your hair, pulling you up to claim your mouth. The way he practically swallowed you nearly had you dropping your blade and losing yourself.
You tightened your grip on the hilt, your fist digging into the sheets below. Your mouth disconnected from the prince's as you pushed yourself back upright, a string of saliva trailing between your lips. Irritation flashed in Vernon's eyes as his fingers pulled harder at your strands, "Get back here, princess."
You had your dagger against his throat in one quick movement, and the way his cock twitched inside of you didn't go unnoticed.
"As I said, prince, I like having you at my mercy."
"Filthy whore." he spat back at you, but his face gave away just how fucked out he was from the sudden change.
You laughed softly and gave a single roll of your hips, and the choked moan he let out betrayed the prince further.
"Careful, darling, or I might just have to cut out your tongue." you taunted, starting to feel drunk off the power you currently had over him.
Vernon had barely started to open his mouth to retaliate, when you began fucking him with renewed vigor. Each rock of your hips made your blade bite into his skin just a little bit more, but not enough to bleed. Yet, anyway.
Near animalistic snarls and growls escaped the prince, both of his hands digging into your ass hard enough to bruise as he encouraged your desperate movements.
"Now, you listen to me, prince. I am not one to be trifled with. And I will not tolerate any more of your childish games. Fuck with me again, and I'll make sure my next nightly visit to your chambers isn't quite so pleasant."
"It really, fuck, drove you that crazy to go without my attention for a few days? I think you might be growing a little sweet on me, your highness." Vernon piped up, sporting a cheeky little grin.
"Silence." you snapped, tightening your grip on your dagger, "I refuse to entertain such delusions."
In a blur of motion, Vernon's hand came up to wrap around your wrist, wrenching your arm to the side. You gasped sharply, but it wasn't in reaction to him. It was because of the red bubbling up from a cut on his neck. Your blade had barely knicked him, but distress filled you all the same.
"Drop it, princess."
The warning in his voice pulled your attention back to where he was gripping your wrist that was dangling over the side of the bed. You glanced at his neck once more before releasing your grip on your dagger and letting the weapon drop to the floor.
It was silent except for the sounds of your shared ragged breathing. The prince let go of your wrist, and your trembling fingers immediately went to the streak of crimson on his neck.
"Vernon." you whispered into the space between you.
"Please, your highness, no tears. It's only a graze." he teased you, and you just blinked down at him.
The prince chuckled softly before making you yelp as he maneuvered himself upright, bringing the two of you face to face as his strong arms encircled you.
"You act as if we haven't left worse marks on each other. Or do I need to remind you, princess?" Vernon went on, and you caught sight of his mischievous smirk just before his head dipped down, silver filling your vision.
His lips closed around your nipple, earning a sigh from you as you let your head fall back. And just like that, he had you again.
"Now that there's nothing else to distract us, I can finally fuck you properly." he murmured against your skin, his tongue flicking over your perked bud.
You rocked your hips in response, fingers threading through his hair. It suddenly scared you how intimate all of this felt, and you just hoped Vernon wouldn't be able to read it on your face. You ended up lucking out because he pulled out before handling you like a ragdoll and flipping you onto your stomach.
"What the hell do you think you're do-" you started to say, but your words were muffled when the prince grabbed you by your hair and pushed your face into the sheets.
He jerked your hips up a moment later and landed a hard slap on your ass that had you groaning underneath him. You felt him lean over you, his warm breath falling over your back, "I'm going to take you like this. And you're going to scream into those sheets. Wake up the whole fucking castle for all I care."
You bit back a curse as he buried himself inside you once again. Vernon kept one hand on your head, while the other secured your hands behind your back as he fucked you like he had something to prove. The sound of skin on skin, coupled with your quieted sobs and Vernon's stuttered breath, filled the bedroom obscenely.
He had all the control right now. All you could do was literally lay there and take it. Each bruising thrust had you feeling more and more out of your mind. Your orgasm crashed down on you without any warning, and you released a scream into the sheets before going limp underneath him. Vernon growled, using both of his hands to lift your hips back up as he continued pounding into you.
"Fuck, Y/N. You're gonna be so full of me, this little cunt of yours will be dripping for days." he grunted, the rhythm of his strokes becoming erratic.
You moaned brokenly, your body completely spent. Vernon hovered above you, pressing his chest to your back as he shuddered next to your ear. He came a moment later, and then practically collapsed on top of you.
"Is this an assassination attempt?" you asked, trying to hide your tired smile in case he could somehow see it.
Vernon laughed, and the sound vibrated against your back, warming you from the inside out.
"You did try to kill me first, remember?" the prince quipped back.
"Knowing you and what an insufferable bastard you are, I highly doubt that's the first time a woman has held a dagger to your throat. I know it certainly won't be the last."
Vernon playfully bit your shoulder, and you exclaimed before squirming out from underneath him. The two of you laid facing each other, side by side. Moonlit strands fell over his dark eyes, and you found yourself reaching out to brush them back from his face. The prince looked at you curiously, and you quickly retracted your hand, flushing furiously in the dark.
"Sorry." you mumbled as you casted your gaze towards the sheets between you.
"You know," Vernon started, and you glanced back up to meet his eyes, "if I had my way, princess, there's no way I'd ever let you leave my bed."
You were quickly brushing off his words because of how much they terrified you, "Well, with me, prince, I guarantee you'll never have your way."
You thought you saw hurt flicker across his features for a split second, but then he was sporting that signature cocky grin again.
"Good thing I love a challenge."
That may have been the case for him, but you weren't so sure that it was a challenge you were up for anymore. A different kind of flame was beginning to ignite inside of you, and it felt more threatening and more consuming than that of your blazing hate. Stronger than your furious lust. It sparked, bright and hot inside of your chest. And it promised to burn you alive.
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Good, Mama - !KISZKA! part 1? -Josh Kiszka x reader-
Some tw's/what to expect- fluff, drinking, drunk sex, edging
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You and Josh Kiszka have been friends ever since you met him at the local library a few months ago. You were looking for a book on herbs & gardening when you saw a very small man in a onesie next to you, looking in the same section. You couldn't tell if he worked at the library or not, so you kept to yourself. After a few minutes of picking up books and trying to avoid awkward conversation with the stranger beside you, he finally breaks the silence.
"Don't read that one if you want pictures, read... this one!" He reaches past you and hands you a green book with a singular pressed daisy to the front. The cover reads "Wiccan Gardens: A guide to medicine & herbs you may need along your journey".
"How could you tell I need to look at the pictures?" You giggle softly to yourself as you take the book from the strangers hands.
"Based on your Doc Martens and your tote bag, I just kinda figured. Good luck with your read!"
He walks away, leaving the conversation just like he started it, confident and assuring. You notice that he didn't walk away with a book in hand & wonder to yourself if he came over just to talk to you after apparently observing your outfit. You glance down to your boots, ripped black leggings, mini black skirt, and oversized sweater as you kick your feet on the floor awkwardly.
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You sit at a table at "Flora Cafe + Bakery", your favorite coffee shop while you read your newly picked out book. You were hoping to start a garden soon, now that spring is approaching. You hear the bell on the front door ring as a familiar face walks into the coffee shop. It's the guy from the bookshop earlier. You get ready to stand up to leave as someone scoots into the booth across from you. It's him, with a smile on his face.
"Hello, stranger. Nice to see you like the same places I do. I never got your name earlier."
"You didn't get it because I didn't give it. My name is Y/N."
He looks at you a little distraught from your remark, almost instantly fixing his face back to a little smile, teeth showing.
"You have a beautiful name. Nice to meet you Y/N, I'm Josh"
"Nice to meet you Josh. What brings you to my booth here?" You question him as you fold your hands onto the table in front of you. He mirrors you, folding his hands on top the table as well.
"I thought you seemed like you needed a friend mama, that's all. What brings you to Nashville?"
"I just moved here from North Carolina a few days ago so I'm still fairly new here. Haven't even gotten a couch yet for my apartment, that's how settled in I am."
"Tell you what, I can help you move in anything you need. I was once new here too ya'know? Moved here from Michigan with my brothers. You have a pen? Give me your hand."
You do as he asks, putting a pen in his hand from the depths of your purse then laying your hand, palm up, on the table in front of him. He starts to scribble something on your hand. He sets the pen down and dismisses himself from your presence.
"There ya go, if you ever need anything give me a call. I'm late to a meeting so I'll see ya at some point. If you would like to see me that is. See ya Y/N!" He runs out of the café and you watch him as he continues running down the road. What an odd guy. You glance down to your hand now reading what the stranger has left for you. A phone number followed by, "Josh :)".
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Fast forward to PRESENT TIME!
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It has been 4 months since you met Josh in that library for the first time. The 2 of you are practically inseparable now, your apartment is practically his at this point. Josh did exactly what he promised when he had given you his number. He brought his brothers over to help you move all your stuff into the apartment when you finally gave him the call. His brothers were all hot. Incredibly hot. There was Jake, who was a total sex machine. You could tell and often fantasized about it when you were alone in bed.
Sammy, his youngest brother was just straight up beautiful. Something about how tall he was really got you going, he often made fun of you for wearing chunky shoes just to make you seem taller. Sam was very physical with you, he liked coming over to teach you piano on some sweet thrift you picked up together when the boys were helping you move in. You always felt your heart skip a beat when your fingers would touch accidently while both heading for the same key.
Lastly was Daniel, or Danny. He was the non-blood brother but my was he just as beautiful as the rest. Danny had the physique of a greek god. You would often see him when he was on his morning jogs, you tending to your garden while he ran by sweaty as ever. Sometimes you would start to overwater your tomatoes because you would get stuck in the danny-trance.
Wednesday nights were wine nights for you. The boys always came over to partake in drinking with you. You enjoyed their company, after all they were all you had here in Tennessee. You were so incredibly thankful for them and especially thankful for josh. After all, you wouldn't have known any of them if he hadn't come up to you in the library that day.
Ding-dong!
Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
"SAM STOP! I'M COMING!" you scream from your bedroom. You shimmy on your pants, fresh out of the shower. Your hair is still soaking wet as you open the front door.
"Oh. I see why it took you so long. Didn't know we were getting a hurricane today." Sam steps through the door immediately heading to the kitchen to grab a drink.
"Why couldn't literally anyone else have been first to get here?" You whine and look at the clock. 7pm. The rest should be here any second now.
7:20pm - Danny arrives, making himself at home and messing around with Sam.
8:10pm - Jake arrives while Danny and Sam are playing the piano together. You're on your second drink.
8:30pm - You and Jake had been talking, mostly about the girls he is messing around with currently. Jake tells you all his dirty secrets, which feeds into your imagination even more. He's told you all about his dom side, and my oh my how you want to experience that at least once before you die.
Josh finally arrives.
He has his own key so he lets himself in, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Y/N. Sorry I'm late!"
"Josh don't act like I wasn't expecting this, you're late to everything. How was your day?"
"Good, mama. How was yours?"
"Mine was good, busy with work per usual. I've been editing all day."
You were a photographer for a magazine based out of Nashville. You also helped write when they needed you too. You were always busy with work, besides your break throughout the weekend and Thursdays. Thursdays were your random day off throughout the week, kindly gifted by your boss. That's why you always made sure to have wine Wednesdays, alone or not. They had to count, too.
"I've been meaning to ask you if we could get a photoshoot done by you soon, we would pay you obviously."
"Josh, are you kidding? I would love to. Even just for free. Ask me and I'm there, you know that. What do you need pictures for?"
"Just our instagram, really. We need new, updated pictures. Plus we have some crazy cool outfits we need to put to use still. Daniel has been dying to wear this pearl-harness sort of thing we got a while back"
"I wish it didn't hurt so fucking bad to take it off though!" Daniel yells across the room. You have no idea what drink he or the other boys are up to. Jake brought Jack Daniels with him so the boys have been drinking that while you've been sipping your wine.
You giggle a bit as you start to feel quite tipsy, falling onto the couch. Sammy, Jake, and Danny are all playing Mariokart on your tv. Jake is playing as Bowser, Danny as Toad, and Sammy as king boo. Josh scoots in beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. The two of you laugh together at the boys screaming at their game.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 11pm - Everyone starts to feel tired, so people start leaving one by one. Danny is the first to leave, claiming he has to shower and do his "curly hair routine" whatever that means. Jake is next, leaving without reason. You assume he's probably on his way to a pussy appointment. Sammy and Josh are left. You and Sammy had both started to very drunkenly play the piano when Sam all of a sudden feels the zoomies and wants to go outside. You, wine drunk as ever, follow suit. Now running with Sam barefoot through the streets of Nashville, Momma Josh following closely behind to make sure you guys don't kill yourselves.
When you get back to the apartment, You are covered in dirt from the ground outside. You remember Sam tripping on a rock, which caused you to trip over him. You both went into a fit of laughter, rolling around in the grass clenching your stomachs when you roll into each other, still laughing. Sam props himself up on one arm, reaching down to pull grass strands out of your hair. You're both looking at each other when he starts to lean down-
"Oh my god that's where you went!"
Josh comes running down the hill, you and Sam both back to laughing at the situation you've gotten yourselves into.
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You get back to the apartment and Sam says his goodbyes. He wipes his dirty hand across your face leaving a dirt mark over your entire nose. You laugh and shove him out the door, locking it behind him.
Josh stays.
"alright mama, let's get you in the bath."
You hear the water start. About 10 minutes later Josh brings you to the bathroom, telling you to get undressed. He exits politely, waiting just outside the door. You easily get your shirt off, revealing your gold nipple piercings underneath. You start to yank on your jeans, but they won't budge.
"Joshy! I can't get my pants off!!"
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Josh walks in, he is just in boxers.
"Mama, did you try the buttons?" he very easily gets your pants undone, all that's remaining is your underwear.
"Can you get those down, or do I need to do that too?" he laughs
"I don't know Joshy, I think you might have to do it." you tease, his eyes widening
"I'm only joking" you say as you turn away from him, bending at a 90 degree angle and slowly sliding your panties down. You turn back to face him, his eyes huge, and same with... something else. You slowly get closer to him, placing your hand on his shoulder and whispering "Do I make you nervous?" across his lips.
"Yes, Mama."
"Good. I can feel your tension through the air, Joshy. Let me fix that for you" You say as you slide down his body, Pulling his boxers down with your hands as you touch your knees to the floor. You wrap your hands around him, a breathy moan coming out of him.
"Fuck, Mama."
"Yeah, we'll get to that later. be patient, Joshy baby."
"yes, Y/N"
You stop. "What was that?"
"Yes, Mama"
"Good boy."
You now take him in your mouth, tounge swirling around his tip, your hands on his chest. You start bobbing your head, going down further and further until you gag, and then tilt your head back to show him all the precum on your tounge. He gives you a knowing nod, and pushes your head back to what you were doing before.
"Fuck my face Joshy"
In moments your throat is getting obliterated, he is using you just like he probably uses his hand at home. You feel his cock start to twitch in the back of your throat, which is when you pull him out from your mouth.
"Not yet."
"Yes, Mama" he responds, but there is visible frustration on his face from edging him. You pump him with your hand again, and then stop.
"Get in the bedroom"
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You instruct Josh on what you want to happen, telling him you want to be fucked missionary style. You move yourself up to him, kissing him. Wrapping your tounge around his, and he follows. He is growing so hard it makes you giggle to yourself.
"Turned on, are we?"
"Fuck yes Mama. I need to fuck you" His words making you wet instantly. You give him a few last lazy kisses, still sitting against him. You guide him inside of you, both of you exhaling deeply as he starts to go in and out.
"Faster. Good." He picks up speed pretty quickly. You then feel him stick his hand down onto your clit and begin rubbing circles on it.
"Feel good, mama?"
"Yes, Joshy" you say while struggling to get your words out. "fuck!" he slows down again, giving you soft hits right in your cervix. He starts to kiss the side of your neck leading down onto your collarbones. Since he gave you a 'break' you flip yourselves over to be on top. He looks at you with wide eyes.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you"
You watch him throw his head back into the bed the second you go down, his thick cock filling you up almost completely. The perfect fit. fuck josh is the only thought that comes to mind right now.
"You feel- so- good Joshy" You say in between going down on his cock, your ass slapping against his thighs everytime. His jaw tightens and his body shudders with tenseness from what you said.
"I feel good Mama?"
"Yes- fuck" he starts pumping up into you from underneath your body, your praise being his motivation. You hide your face in the nape of his neck, trying not to scream out with no success. Your screaming only motivates him more, now he's hitting your center harder, faster. fuck. Driving up into you as hard as he can. You'll definitely be walking weird tomorrow, good thing you can be home all day. He clenches your sides with both hands, as his cock starts to twitch inside of you. You feel yourself reaching the same point, you both climaxing together. Thank GOD for birth control.
"Fuck Mama" Josh says panting, still inside of you. You still have your face in his neck, breathing heavily and trying to regroup your thoughts while coming down from your high that is Josh Kiszka. After a few minutes your mind starts to work again. You realize Josh has had his arms wrapped around you this whole time, stroking your hair. You find enough strength to get yourself up, laying next to Josh.
"That was amazing Joshy"
"It was, sweet girl. Now its bathtime for you, okay Mama?"
"Okay"
Josh comes around to your side of the bed to scoop you up, bridal style. He lays you in the lukewarm water as you close your eyes. You smell the smell of your soap, vanilla lavender. You feel the touch to your skin, Josh starts washing the dirt and now cum off of you. You feel him put his hand under your chin, to tilt your head upwards. You open your eyes as he rubs the dirt on your nose with water.
"You should get in. please."
You move towards the drain to give him some space to get in. He sits down so you adjust yourself to be sitting on his lap, leaning back into him.
"Thank you for being here Josh. I don't know what I would do without you"
"You're welcome but you don't have to even think of that because I'm not going anywhere mama. You mean too much to me and some drunk sex isn't going to stop our friendship or the way I love you. Plus we still need that photoshoot so I can't get rid of you yet"
You turn your head back to glare at him only to see him smiling like a goofball, the both of you instantly laughing when your gazes meet.
The End!*** check authors note ;)
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***AUTHORS NOTE!
Hey besties so obviously there is tension between miss Y/N and literally all the rest of the boys. Do we support making more parts to this? I'm all for it but want to see what y'all think!
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oneawkwardwriter · 8 months ago
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So I had an idea-
A Loki x villain!reader where she is just as smart and sassy and sarcastic as he is
I just want enemies to lovers who are both flirty and maybe something involving magic or the ye old - knife against his throat while pinning him against the wall - (can be from either pov,your choice), anything else is up to you
You can do any genre, it's your choice✨
Can be headcanons or an oneshot or anything you'd want to write, I'm gonna love it no matter what~
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pairing: Loki Laufeyson x villain!fem!reader warnings: sarcasm, weapons cuz you can't have loki without daggers, both loki and reader being low-key i'm so sorry obsessed with the tesseract... and with each other... and themselves (they have issues, we get it) summary: loki finally gets the chance to steal the tesseract... only to realise it's already been stolen by you a/n: considering my last fic kinda felt like a total disaster, this is my amends. Honestly, I had a little too much fun with it, so I hope you enjoy it wc: 0.9k
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After having to wait for what felt like an eternity, fate had finally begun to be kind to Loki. He had managed to dismantle the guards outside of the artefact room, who were currently knocked out on the floor.
Carefully, he snuck into the room and looked around until his gaze fell on the one artefact he had been yearning for ever since he first laid eyes on it; the tesseract.
It was placed on a pedestal at the end of the long hall, glowing with its eerie blue light, casting shadows around it. Loki approached it, and after looking at the cube for a moment, he picked it up.
When no alarm seemed to go off or boobytraps were activated, he smiled. It felt too good to be true... and he realised it was when he saw a small sliver of paper lying on the pedestal that had been covered by the artefact.
As he inspected it, his eyes widened in shock, causing him to drop the tesseract, which shattered upon impact. In delicate handwriting, the paper said:
Sorry, darling Guess I got here first Better luck next time With love, the better villain
Loki crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it away, looking at the shattered glass now scattered on the floor. It turned out that the tesseract had been replaced by a fake cube, enchanted with a glamour spell to disguise it in plain sight.
He knew exactly who had been bold enough to take what was supposed to be his, and he knew where to find her.
"Heimdall, I need to use the Bifröst," He said as he stormed towards him.
"And where to?" Heimdall asked.
"Vanaheim," Loki answered, "I need to retrieve what is mine."
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You were sitting on your throne when the massive wooden doors to the hall opened. Unable to supress a smirk from forming on your lips, you softly chuckle when you see Loki burst in.
"Ah, there you are," You say, mercilessly teasing him, "I was wondering when you'd show up."
"Give it back," Loki scowls, shooting you a glare that would've ended your life if looks could kill.
"Well, it's great to see you, too, doll," You mock, your grin growing wider. "Anyway, I have to say I'm a little surprised you kept me waiting this long. I mean, I've had the tesseract for like a month now. Don't tell me you've lost your ability to steal things, have you?"
A low chuckle comes out of his mouth as Loki shakes his head. "Oh, you are treading on thin ice," He says as he holds out his hand. "Come on, give it back. We both know it's no use to you."
"Yeah no, I think I'm going to hold onto it for just a little longer," You respond, standing up from your throne. "Well, if you could let yourself out, I've got some Vanirs to pester."
Just as you're about to walk past him, he takes hold of your wrist. In a split-second, you draw your dagger and push him up against the nearest wall, keeping your blade flush against his throat.
"I'm only going to tell you this once, Laufeyson, so listen carefully," You say as you look him dead in the eyes, "Touch me again and you'll lose your hand. Got it?"
"No need to get so riled up over nothing, darling," Loki quips, his signature smirk forming on his lips. "Can't we just talk this out like the responsible people we are?"
"You know, you have been called a lot of names, but responsible isn't one of them," You quip back, "I would know, I invented most of them."
"Sounds a little obsessive if you ask me," Loki retorts, "Almost as if you like thinking about me."
A dry chuckle comes out of your throat. "Oh please, don't flatter yourself, not everything is about you," You say, "The only thoughts about you I like are the ones where I beat you. Like with the tesseract, right now. That, I thoroughly enjoy."
"Alright, alright, you're just as egocentric as I am, I get it," Loki says. "Now, if you could be a dear for once and remove your dagger, I'll leave you be."
"Only for you to transform into a snake and slither right back in, yeah right. Face it, Loki; I know you too well."
He raises an eyebrow as his free hand carefully takes hers off his throat. "You know, sometimes you really are the bane of my existence," He says, his eyes locked on yours.
For a moment, it seems as if time has stopped. You don't know how or why, but for some godforsaken reason, it's as if his gaze has a magnetic pull on yours. In your mind, you fight against it. It's just one of his elaborate mind tricks, right?
The way he holds your hand as he takes it off his throat is just to ensure his own safety, that odd spark it sends up your arm is simply a diversion...
"Alright, you can stop your tricks now," You say reluctantly. "I'm not giving up the tesseract that easily."
"Right, the tesseract," Loki says, his voice a little deeper and softer than usual. "That can wait for a little longer..."
Despite your best efforts to resist, that god-awful charm of his manages to pull you closer until you find your lips pressed up against his. Your dagger clatters onto the stone floor, quickly forgotten when his kiss becomes more passionate.
After some time, you both break away for air. Both your lips are slightly puffed, cheeks stained a little red.
"So, about the tesseract," Loki says, a little hoarse.
"Keep dreaming," You say before you pull him back in.
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saphirered · 2 years ago
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Hello :) I have a request if that is alright! I haven’t been able to get this thought out of my head for some reason but I really have been wanting to see a fenrys X witch!reader fic… (I also kinda picture the witch being a quite mysterious kinda fella if that make sense)
Hope this is to your liking. Suggestive in the end but no different than the books. Hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting! 😘
No matter how many times he walks the path, the shadows always seem bigger, the noises more sudden, and the perpetual feeling he’s being followed ever present. The hairs at the back of his neck rise in alert as another creature skitters by and makes a rustle. Were Fenrys of less courage, or perhaps stupidity he might have turned back when he first set foot onto the path, some semblance of a survival instinct telling him to go, but he isn’t one to back down from intrigue or a challenge for that matter. His brother challenged him decades ago. He’s glad he took that challenge. Fenrys walks not the forests out and away. No, he walks among the streets of a sprawling city, usually busy with life, it is busy with life, just not in these parts because the shadows are darker, and the shivers down the spine at the mere thought of this area keeps at bay the many, or those who would deign it below them to even look in the direction of these alleys. He’s here with a purpose though, eyes set on his destination; a humble abode that has seen better days. He notes the markings on the walls of the crammed buildings. He chuckles to himself every time he sees them. 
Fenrys lets his fingers brush past the delicately carved stone; precision and skill showing clear. He remembers well when he saw you run not but your nail the bricks and left behind markings far deeper than a dagger could. Nails far sharper than claws he found. Your presence was as intimidating as it was alluring and he could not help but be a moth to a flame. Oh how you caught him from that very moment and how he had kept buzzing at your ear like some mosquito refusing to be swatted. He’d asked what you were doing, out of curiosity of course. You had ignored him entirely. He came back the next day. Same routine. And the next day, and the next. Then he finally figured out what that cloak of red of yours meant. Didn’t know if it was confusion or if he’s just into your witchy wiles. Probably both if he’s honest. 
He avoid a particularly nasty mark on the floor. Not making that mistake again and follows the footsteps you showed him, or the ones he cared to remember, through self-preservation more like, and finds his way to the front door. Fenrys doesn’t bother knocking. He simply swings the door open and lets himself in. He scans the room; dark and gloomy save for the ominous candlelight and hearth embers. The whispered chants also don’t make this situation better. He spots you in all your glory. You’re in not but a shirt, seated on your floor, in the centre of the painted markings below, the carpet- one you put in place ever since his frequenting visits, rolled up and cast aside in some corner. Fenrys can’t keep his eyes off you. If not for your magics then your sheer beauty and perhaps the amount of exposed skin, though he’s of the opinion you could lose the shirt too. 
“Don’t interrupt.” You interrupt him when he opens his mouth, even though your back is turned. 
“How di-“ Fenrys starts but is cut off again. 
“Shhh!” You hold up your index finger while your other hand seems to be covered in some kind of dark liquid. Given the smell and his familiarity; he feels safe to say it’s blood. His nose scrunches as you continue working, speaking a language he cannot begin to comprehend, and not for you lack of trying to teach him. Fenrys simply makes himself at home, grabs some slices of fruit from the plate on the table and nibbles away on them while he lays down on your couch, legs over one of the arms, and an assembly of whatever pillows were in arms reach propping himself up enough to watch you while you work. He sees now you are pulling the literal heartstrings from a heart and using them for whatever spells you’re practicing. He feels that familiar vibration in the air, notes the candles flicker and your words like a song fade into the distance. You get to your knees and begin the process of cleaning up. He groans. 
“First you don’t let me ask questions. Then you don’t pay me any attention whatsoever? What happened to hospitality?” He scoffs jokingly as you wipe your hands on a rag, strutting over to him, each step revealing your legs more. You brush aside a lock of his hair. 
“My poor darling, how ever will you survive?” The sarcasm drips from your voice. He tries to catch your hand but you’re quicker and grasp his wrist in yours instead and raise an eyebrow. 
“With great difficulty.” He mopes as he attempts to brush along your skin with his caught hand. “Did you get my gift?” Fenrys knows he’ll get no answers out of you, and if he did he doubts he’ll be able to comprehend so a change of subject it is, before your remind yourself you have other work to do, before you return to your daily tasks as the city’s witch and provide many a charm and enchantment and healing to the commoners who can afford your skills. Your attention is on him now. He’d prefer to keep it that way, selfish as it may be. Besides, it’s not like you don’t know it. You’ve been loud and clear in your understanding of his ploys and desire for your attention, as well as how far he is willing to go to prove to you he’s worthy of your time. You’ve let him prove himself many a time and to your satisfaction too if he may be so bold. 
“Yes I did.” Fenrys pulls at his wrist and forces you to take another step closer, your knees hit the couch he lays on. You roll your eyes and sigh. Even in your fake annoyance and reluctant submission you’re the cutest witch he’s ever seen. As opposed to taking a proper seat you settle for him instead. You lift yourself, your knees on either side of his hips. and play with one of the buttons on his shirt. He had opted for leaving a decently scandalous amount undone for a casual stroll through the city. All intentional of course. 
“Did you like it?” 
“‘My beloved, I could see no other than you wearing this piece. I hope you will wear it for me some time. Yours truly, your illiterate idiot’. You sent me a hat. So romantic of you.” You can’t fight the amusement from your face. His free hand comes to rest on the curve of your hip as his fingers brush against your skin, slipping underneath that shirt of yours. Almost makes you forget about the fact this gift is a curved pointy hat with the wide brim and red ribbon around the base. 
“Have you tried it on? I think it would look quite well on you. Everything looks well on you. As does nothing at all but since you’re so set on wearing something…” Fenrys plays with the hem of your shirt letting it rise to expose your behind a bit more and then letting his fingers dance over the curve until he feels your every so light shiver, the one you couldn’t quite suppress. He notes the parting of your lips and the single second of thought pass through your eyes as you recompose yourself. Much to his disappointment you don’t let yourself give into him and his advances. Instead you get up and leave him lacking your warmth. He groans in disappointment as you disappear up the stairs. 
Fenrys awaits not so patiently and contemplates if you’d come back down at all until he hears your bare footsteps. His lower arm covers his eyes as he lays back and hones in on the sound. Nothing’s changed but then he looks towards the stairs and sees you. He sees you. All of you. Hat and all. You’re wearing the hat and it looks marvellous on you. Every bit the stereotypical witch. Except for the fact you’re wearing just the hat. You’re wearing just… the… hat… Fenrys sucks in a breath and sits up a bit more to take you in fully as you return to him step by step, hips swaying s enchantingly, eyes on him never faltering and regarding him with a mix of someone of affection and someone about to be devoured. He’ll take satisfaction with either but preferably both. 
“This what you wanted?” You all but purr or perhaps that’s just his mind’s perception because he’s at a loss. When he got you this gift, this is not what he expected. It’s backfired in the best way possible. 
“Everything I wanted and more. You never cease to amaze and surprise me. You don’t have some sort of enchantment on me right?” You take your previous place on his lap, but in his seated position you allow your arms to drape over his shoulders and lean in every so lightly to trail featherlight kisses along his jaw to his ear. 
“If I enchanted you, would you think you’d know?” You whisper and feel the gooseflesh spring to life with great satisfaction. You feel his hands wander freely, grazing, brushing tenderly, to remind himself this is quite real. 
“I don’t think I care enough I'd want to know. Now you’ve had a hard day of work, so how about I help you decompress a little?” That sly grin of his comes out of hiding. That lasted all of ten minutes. A new record. You need not be asked twice as you lean in and place his lips against yours in an open kiss. Now Fenrys knows an invitation when he sees one and deepens the kiss. letting himself fall back onto the couch, and you with him as this feverish kiss continues and evolves. This plan worked out marvellously. He’s a genius. 
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