#but I thought it would be interesting to put the Struts side by side

[5ummit]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) || Thunderbolts* (2025)

[hearts4hughes]

oh, professor - professor!rafe x student!fem!reader

WARNINGS: smut ; mdni ; p in v ; oral (f receiving) ; degradation ; unprotected sex ; age gap (reader is 22 & rafe is 29)

A/N: i started this writing for someone else, but changed it because it gave off so much rafe energy. all im needing rn is to get attention from professor!rafe

you sit in the dimly lit library. your leg bouncing up and down under the wooden table. it was late— too late for a tutoring lesson, especially one with your professor.

rafe, your professor, sat across from you. his presence was both distracting and irritating. you hate the way his eyes pierce through you, reading every thought you tried to conceal. he is only seven years older, but he wore his authority with a confidence that made your blood boil.

“if you actually paid attention, you would understand the material, y/n.” rafe says, his voice teasing and raspy. you shoot him a glare, your arms crossed over your body.

“i am paying attention,” you retort with a tight lipped smile. the lie leaked from the sides of your lips. how could you focus when every fiber of your being is aware of him?

he leans closer, his scent intoxicating as it fills your nostrils. your heart races in your chest. “then prove it.” he challenges, leaning back with a smirk.

you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. your mind is blank. rafe grins with pride, his cheekbones highlighted by the lightning in the room.

“it’s hard to think when you’re putting me on the spot.” you roll your eyes.

he stifles out a laugh in response.

at the start of your sophomore year at the university of north carolina, you were assigned to professor rafe cameron’s class. he was new to the college, and his arrival spread like a wildfire. he was tall with piercing blue eyes and a muscular body that was evident even under his formal clothes.

from the moment he walked into the classroom, he wore a confident strut in his steps. the girls practically swooned at him. as the semester went on, the outfits the students wore got smaller— each girl trying to catch his attention. however, he kept it professional, not looking lower than he needed to.

it all made you scoff. professors were supposed to be older and wiser than their students. but he was only twenty-nine! how could you truly respect him when he was barely older than you?

you couldn’t, and it didn’t go unnoticed. rafe had noticed you ever since you stumbled into class. his eyes followed you day after day, week after week, but you never shared that interest. you didn’t attempt to flirt with him or invite him to a party, you were totally indifferent. it enticed him.

however, ignoring your professor wasn’t the smartest idea. as a former straight a student, you were failing one class only— his. even though it was unusual for a professor to directly tutor a student, rafe offered to, leaving you no choice if you wanted to keep up your grades.

the tension between you and rafe was palpable. every week the fog surrounding the two became thicker.

“you’re not concentrating.” rafe spoke, breaking the silence. his voice was softer now, almost gentle.

“i’m trying.” your words were dismissive.

he sighs, closing his notebook. “maybe we should take a break.”

you nod in response.

as he stretched his arms above his head, his shirt pulled taut against his abdomen, revealing the outline of his abs. you looked away quickly, a red flush rising to your cheeks.

“why do you do that?”

“do what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

“act like you hate me,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “i know you don’t.”

you scoff. “why should it matter if i like you or not? you're my professor, not my roommate.”

“it begins to matter when your grades plummet.” he says plainly, tilting his head to the side with a smug expression.

you clench your fists by your side. frustration coursed through your veins like a wildfire. “you think you’re so smart, don’t you? you’re only a few years older than me!”

he chuckles, the sound so entrancing it made you gulp. “i’m smart enough to know that you’re scared to admit that you like me. that maybe, just maybe, you find this as intoxicating as i do.”

your heart pounded in your chest. “this is ridiculous.” you mutter under your breath. “i don’t need this, i’ll figure this class out myself.”

his smirk only grew deeper as you rushed out of the door. as the north carolina air hit your skin, it was hard to ignore the pulsating between your legs. looking back towards the library, you scoffed.

**

the next morning you find yourself back in rafe’s lecture hall. the room is filled with the scent of coffee and the rustle of college students.

you take your usual spot in the middle of the class. as you unpack your books and laptop, a figure sits besides you. you glance at the boy as he smiles, mirroring your action of setting up his academic station.

“hey,” he greeted. “you always sit in these seats, don’t you?” he smirks. “i’m gavin by the way.” you can’t help but blush as he holds out his hand.

you shake his hand, “hi, i’m y/n.” you reply, your hand still lingering in his. “and what can i say, i like routine.” he chuckles at your cheeky comment.

he’s cute with a dirty blonde mop of curls on his head. his eyes brown eyes are doe and kind. his jaw is sharp and his dimples pop when he smiles. he’s the all american perfect boy. the rest of the lecture is harder to focus on as he sits besides you. every so often, he steals glances at you and whispers jokes into your ear.

rafe notices the second the male student sits besides you. he notices how the boy’s gaze lingers on you and your cleavage, and how he’s so desperate for an ounce of attention from you. it makes his body tense and his lungs tight. it’s unbelievably hard to stay on track during the lesson which causes him to end the class fifteen minutes early.

“we’ll pick this up next class. see you all next week.” he clasps his hands together, signaling the end of period.

you stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder as gavin follows you like a loyal puppy. within steps of the exit, your professor calls out to you.

“y/n, can you stay after class, please?” rafe calls out towards you. his body was stiff and jaw tense. the usual glimmer in his eyes was replaced with a greenish tinge.

girls besides you sneered as you nodded your head, waiting until the rest of the students filtered out before you walked towards him.

“yes, professor?” you said, your voice bitingly sharp.

“we didn’t get to finish our conversation from last night.” he tisked, his eyes raking up and down your body. “you left so abruptly.”

“well, we were done tutoring, so i had no other reason to stay.” the words are sharp off your tongue, only encouraging him more.

he stared deeply into your eyes. his eyes held an ocean filled with lust and secrets. it was as if there was a siren in the waters, singing and drawing you in.

you broke eye contact, allowing your gaze to fall onto the ground. he chuckled as if he had won a bet. your cheeks blushed something fierce.

“make a new friend today?” he asks as he moved his body around his desk. he was now standing directly in front of you, leaning on his desk. his dress shirt pulled against his body, emphasizing his impressively muscular arms.

he is a work of art.

you turn your head, “i’m not sure what you mean.” your voice was shaky and you weren’t sure if it was because of the tension in the atmosphere or the tension between your legs.

“really?” he challenges. “i could have sworn you were talking to that boy during my lecture.”

“it was just a conversation, rafe.” you reply, trying to keep your tone casual. however, your heart rate increased under the confines of your clothing.

he took a step closer, his proximity sending a shiver down your spine. “oh, i’m rafe now? what happened to professor? and it seemed like more than a conversation.” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “i don’t like seeing you flirt with other students.”

you swallow harshly. “yeah? and why’s that?” your words were an attempt to maintain steady, but you knew who was controlling the conversation.

his lips curved into a smirk, his eyes darkening with desire. “you don’t have to pretend with me, y/n.” his voice was soft. he reaches out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “i know you want this just as badly as i do.”

the fire burning in your core intensified.

“we can’t do this.” your mind was telling you no, but your heart was screaming yes. “y-you’re my professor, and i’m a student.”

“i know.” his voice was sultry. chills traveled along your skin as his finger traced your arm. “i’m no good for you, but doesn’t that make this all so much better?” he leans in, whispering into your ear.

his lips dropped from your earlobe onto the skin of your neck. he sucks along the sensitive skin, biting ever so gently.

“rafe,” you breathe out. he hums in response, his arms wrapping around your body as he pulled you close. “kiss me.”

without any hesitation, his lips landed on yours. his lips were soft, yet demanding, moving against yours in a fiery rhythm. your hands instinctively found their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. his hands roamed your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between. the bulge beneath his dress pants began to grow.

you could feel the heat radiating from him, mixing with your own. the kiss depend, his tongue teasing your mouth. a moan escaped you, echoing around the empty classroom. he flipped you around, lifting you up, and sitting you on his desk. your legs separated as he stood in between them.

breaking the kiss, he gazed into your eyes, his lips still a shadow on yours. “do you know how long i’ve wanted to do that?” he whispered, his voice dripping with pure desire.

you were breathless in a haze of pleasure and desire. “what else have you wanted to do?” you look at him through your lashes. your doe, sweet eyes flicking a switch inside of him as he growls in response.

his hands traveled to the hem of your shirt before swiftly ripping it off. you sat clad in a black, lace bra, leaving little to the imagination.

“you’re ethereal.” his words painted a pink flush on your cheeks.

one hand reaches behind your back, unclasping your bra and revealing your perky tits. you gasp as his mouth attaches onto one of your nipples, sucking voraciously.

your legs wrap around his waist as you melt into his touch. every rational thought fled your mind, replaced by a primal need to feel pleasure; to feel him.

“rafe,” your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling every time his tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple. he responded with a moan, dropping to his knees in front of you.

you took in the sight as he unclasped your jeans. his hair was a tousled mess, his lips swollen, face flushed, and eyes hungry with desire.

he pulled the material down your legs, discarding it elsewhere in the room. your matching lace panties made his mouth hang agape.

he looked up at you, “are you sure about this?” you nod, your body squirming in need of touch. he tisked with a grin, “i need words, sweetheart.”

“yes.” the words couldn’t have left your lips faster.

the second he heard your consent, he dropped his head down to your lower body. he began at the edge of your thighs, licking a trail up to your inner thighs. his hands moved with purpose, swirling circles around your legs, but never in the one spot you desperately wanted.

he took his time, savoring each moment as he licked, kissed, and sucked the skin along your thighs and waist.

you wiggled as you grew impatient. he chuckled, taking a hint and suddenly pressing his tongue flat against the thin material of your black panties. your head fell back in pleasure.

he made quick work of pulling your panties to the side and licking a long stripe up your folds. your fingers find their way to his hair, where you tug and pull. that only encourages him more as he begins to lap up your core like a man starved. his nose pushes against your clit as his tongue penetrates deep inside you.

the sight of his handsome face buried between your legs made you whimper, clenching around nothing but his muscle. your juices covered the lower half of his face as he continued to please you.

“taste so much better than i imagined.” he coos, shifting his focus from your hole to your bundle of nerves. you whimpered when his tongue circled around the little nub. he smirked against you.

“i’m gonna-” you interrupted yourself with a gasp as his ring and middle finger entered you. you stretched around his digits, leaving your mouth agape. he pulls away from your legs to look at you as he curls his fingers just the right way.

it wasn’t long before he began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a merciless pace. you felt the knot in your stomach tightening as he continued his assault on your pussy.

and just as you were about to come undone on his fingers, he pulled them out. your eyes shot open and you opened your mouth to argue, but his lips crashed against yours in a hungry battle between tongues. he pulled away with a tisk.

“think i was just going to reward you for being a brat?” he shook his head. “after you flirted with that ass in front of everyone? gotta teach you a lesson, honey.” he undid his buckle and dress pants before allowing them to drop to the ground.

your eyes widened as he freed his thick length from the confines of his boxers. his tip was painfully throbbing, in need of release. he ran his finger over his tip, collecting precum and spreading it across his cock. he hisses at the feeling, only causing the ache between your legs to intensify.

he scoffs as you spread your legs wider for him. “such a needy little slut, huh? need your professors dick that bad? so pathetic.” his words send a shock straight to your core, making your legs twitch. he smirks as he steps between your legs. he grabs himself and teases your entrance. when his tip knocks at your clit that’s when you turn into a cock drunk mess.

“please, rafe. i need you so bad that it hurts.” his smirk widens as you beg. while keeping eye contact, he bottoms out completely in you. you want to scream at the pleasure, but all that falls from your mouth are whiney, pathetic whimpers.

he doesn’t give you time to adjust before thrusting ruthlessly into your sopping cunt. his thick length stretches you out deliciously. his hand drops to your clit, rubbing in circular motions to ease the pain into pleasure.

his hand claps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head feel hazy. he continuously pounds into you. his tip kisses your cervix causing you to yell out in pure ecstasy. he smirks as he looks down at your stomach. with each thrust his cock bulges against your skin.

“rafe, it’s too much.” you breathe out, squirming around. his hand tightens around your throat and his other clings to your hips, holding you down as he fucks you.

“you can fucking take it.” he spat, his lips connecting with yours. it’s a clash between teeth and tongues as the knot in your stomach intensifies.

he leans back in his heels, hitting a new angle. his dick hits your g-spot continuously, bringing you to your climax. you cream around his length and it spills onto the floor below you as he doesn’t slow up on his thrusts.

you lay limp, clinging to his biceps as he spills inside of you. you’re thankful that you’re on the pill because nothing ever beat the feeling of his sperm painting your walls. breathlessly, he slows down his strokes. he pulls out, kneeling down and watching your mixed juices spill out of your worn-out core. using his fingers, he pushes his release back into you, marking you as his.

“i think you just earned some extra credit.”

[glasvera]

Fool Me Once...

Loki x GN!Reader

Description: You've been sent on a covert mission to distract the God of Mischief himself long enough to foil his plans. Unfortunately, this task becomes much harder when your target proves incredibly disarming.

Continues in ...Shame on You

Warnings/Disclaimers: Nothing, really. Gender neutral reader, reader is an expert in covert operations and deception.

A/N: Whaaaat!? It's not another Adam Warlock fic???? Yeah, that's right. I've got range. Sometimes. I swear. I do intend on making at least one more chapter to this, but figured I'd use this as a way to gauge interest in the idea.

Word Count: 1.2k

You had an impossible task on your hands: distract the god of mischief himself long enough for your compatriots to destroy the base of operations for the Yggdrasil tapping devices. The method was left up to you. 

Making it into the palace had been the easy part. The right whispers into the right guard’s ear, a turn around the right alley, and Yggsgard had itself one less conscious citizen. At least you had covered them with a nearby tapestry after divesting them of their uniform. It was a little loose, but it would have to do.

The key to gaining access to restricted areas is to simply act as though you belong there. You strut along, head held high with your pilfered weapon at your side, and no one bats an eye. A friendly nod here and there, which you are good enough to reciprocate, but otherwise, you make it through undetected.

The mission’s window was ultimately indeterminate. Instead, the follow-through hinged upon your discretion and signal.

Put simply, you had all the time in the world to do what you do best.

You settle into your new routine, falling into step alongside your fellow guards and performing your daily patrols. A wave of your hand here, a forged document there, and after day three you were assigned every detail that could get you closest to your target. You knew what you were looking for: golden horns, garbed in the finest green and blue silks, adorned in even more gold.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t expected him to have the regal face and features to match. 

Still, you had a mission to accomplish. And even sooner still, one of Loki’s personal servants had mysteriously vanished. Tragic, really. Whispers float down the gilded hallways of a terrible illness or some other horrible thing that might be keeping them away from the palace, but it seemed easily accepted among the rest of the staff. Perhaps that should worry you more than it does, but as long as it makes your job smoother, so be it.

And what a wonder that the most recent guard addition finds themselves promoted to private attendant?

Ironically enough, it was a much more grueling position than guard duty ever was. Loki was quite the demanding and particular sort. He wasn’t necessarily quick to anger, but he was certainly quick to irritate.

“No, no, not like that at all! Did your mother never teach you how to brush hair? The absolute indignance of today’s youth…” he complains after you accidentally snag a gilded comb in the bed-headed tangles of his raven locks. He was always worse just after waking, though you suppose most people were when you really thought about it.

“A thousand apologies, my lord,” you offer with a bow of your head. At least he can’t see you roll your eyes at him that way. He simply scoffs and waves his hand, allowing you to continue more gently this time.

“Ah, well… at least you’re pretty enough to look upon,” he says nonchalantly. “I’ve always had a weakness for the pretty ones. Like looking in a mirror,” he adds with a mirthful twinkle in his eye.

You shouldn’t feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, and yet they warm all the same. He notices when the comb halts against his scalp and stares at the ceiling before letting out an exaggerated groan..

“You know, when your god compliments you, the least you could do is thank him for such generosity,” he chastises you with a curled lip. He crosses his arms and glowers at you through the mirror, and for a moment you feel as though he could see right through you.

You clear your throat before your tongue wets your suddenly dry lips, quick to correct your mistake. “R-Right, of course. Thank you, your benevolence.” That tickles him, at least.

“Hah! Benevolence. Yes, I suppose I can be quite benevolent when it suits me,” he jokes, speaking more to himself as he glances at the back of his hand to admire his perfectly trimmed nails. “Yet I prefer to have benevolence acted upon me rather than the other way around. It’s so tiring being nice to people. Don’t you agree?”

You purse your lips into a thin line, biting back the bile rising in your throat as you nod. “I couldn’t agree more, my lord.”

Slowly, Loki closes his eyes and sighs. He catches the wrist that combs through his hair, and you drop the instrument in surprise before it clatters to the tiled floor. He turns and stands from his ornate vanity stool then, capturing your attention, and appraises you thoughtfully. Those emerald eyes seem to bore into your very soul as his lips part curiously. 

You were good at your work. The best. It’s why they hired you in the first place. So why has this one man, this god, rattled you to your very core?

“You seem to be the agreeable sort, don’t you? Good.” His gaze traces along your features, and for a moment you could have sworn they paused at your lips. You find yourself frozen on the spot. He doesn’t hold your wrist tightly at all. In fact, he cradles it gently, brushing his thumb over your pulse point. “But your heart is racing, my dear. Whatever could be causing you such turmoil?”

His voice is charismatic, you’ve learned, and even now his tone is almost flirtatious. But the way he toys with you effortlessly while eyeing you with such scrutiny allows doubt to fester in your mind. What if he’s known your game the whole time?

No… who would ever allow their enemy this close willingly?

Instead you play the part of the blushing maid, letting the half-truths spill from your tongue like a fine mead.

“I-I must apologize, your greatness. I fear I’ve admired you for quite some time, and…” you stammer, quite proud of your performance as you add the pièce de résistance by dramatically averting your gaze in embarrassment.

“Ah… the forbidden attraction,” he purrs, allowing his ego to inflate. Those pearly white teeth of his flash with an almost threatening smile. He leans in and runs his index finger along your jaw, and that does elicit a genuine shiver from you. “It’s only natural, my sweet. That you have such exquisite tastes speaks volumes of your character.”

By the gods, how can this man go from turning you on immensely to making you want to relieve the contents of your stomach in just a few simple words?

He releases his hold on you, satisfied, stepping away to retrieve his fur collared cloak and throwing it over his shoulders with ease. Unsure of what to do, you remain standing in that very spot, awaiting his next commands. Loki shoots you a glance over his shoulder with a raised brow.

“Well? Aren’t you going to pick up after yourself?” he chides with a smirk as he kicks the dropped comb towards you.

You find yourself scrambling to grab it then, fumbling a few times at procuring a mostly flat object from off of the floor. This seems to amuse Loki immensely.

“I think I’ll quite enjoy your company. As I said, I do enjoy the pretty ones.”

He chuckles and, with a wave of his cape, departs the room, leaving you stunned and speechless as the clacking of his golden heels disappears down the hallway.

[dollfacefantasy]

cherry on top ♡

older bf!satoru gojo x fem!reader

after a shopping trip, you always have to have a little fashion show to show your boyfriend what you got.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fingering

You prance out of the bathroom to stand in the center of your bedroom before your boyfriend. Only sporting a lacy bralette and the new panties you were showing off, you do a little spin for him. This was a ritual between the two of you by now. Always after a shopping spree (that was paid for with his card), Satoru would watch the little fashion show you’d put on for him.

He sat in the corner of the room, his large frame leaning back into the plush cushions of your chair. His eyebrows raise at what you’ve come out dressed in now. The new item visibly piques his interest. His head rises a bit, leaving its previous position with his cheek situated against his knuckles.

“Cherries, huh?” he asks, his grin spreading as he takes in the cherry-speckled, baby pink fabric covering your ass, “You getting bored of plain old pink?”

“No, I just thought these ones were cute,” you say.

You strut towards him, and he lets out a whistle. Heat creeps from the pit of your stomach through your chest and up your neck to your cheeks.

“So you like?” you ask.

“Course I do,” he says and reaches out, getting a firm grip on your hips to pull you towards him.

His eyes scan the garment as his hands guide your hips into doing another circle for him. A kiss lands on your thigh before his eyes look up and find yours.

“Very pretty,” he says as his hands begin moving up and down your thighs.

Your skin erupts into tiny bumps as his hands bring a chill over your flesh. It’s hard not to sway on your feet and lose balance with all his attention on you. His lips lay a few more tender kisses near the hem of the fabric as he kneads your cheeks. He gives your backside a playful smack before he tugs you back and takes you into his lap.

“My little dolly girl. You taste as sweet as a bowl of cherries too,” he murmurs, dragging his nose against your temple.

“Satoru…” you say. Some timidness creeps into your voice as you curl your legs up onto his lap with the rest of your body.

“What, baby?” he whispers.

His breath fans over your neck before his lips press kisses to your throat in the same manner he had to your hip. His tongue flicks at your pulse point, making you shudder again. Your limbs feel warm and liquified. His affection had melted you down to be perfectly pliant under his hands. He parts your legs with ease, each one spreading to either one of his thighs.

“How much did these cost, sweet thing?” he whispers.

But you know what he’s really asking. How mad would you be if I ripped them off?

“Don’t Satoru,” you say, your voice picking up that whiny quality he loved so much, “They weren’t that much, but they were the only ones in my size.”

He responds with a throaty chuckle, but he seems to respect your wishes.

“Fine, pretty girl. But you wouldn’t mind getting them a little wet, would you?” he asks.

“They already are,” you tease and push yourself back against him further.

That brings a more genuine laugh from him. “That’s my girl,” he breathes.

He slides one of his palms around to your front and slips it inside the new panties. True to your word, the fabric was sticky, damp against his knuckles. As he had done so many times before, his long, nimble fingers find your clit and twirl over it. The swollen little bud throbs against his fingertips.

His digits slide against your slippery folds, rubbing up and down teasingly and swiping over your dripping entrance. You suck in a labored breath, but he doesn’t push inside just yet. Instead, he drags his movements upward again. He pinches your sensitive bundle of nerves, smirking as your hips jolt and you whine.

“So cute, babydoll. You get all dressed up for me, but my favorite part is always gonna be what’s underneath,” he coos.

His free hand coasts up and down your side before giving your breasts some attention. He gropes the roundness of your chest, savoring the way your back arches away from him so you can push yourself into his touch more.

“Just wanna look good for you,” you whimper, eyes fluttering at the continued pleasure he brings you.

“You’re smarter than that, honey,” he teases as his fingers drift down again and prod at your hole, “You always look good to me, but you know you look best when you got nothing on. When you’re underneath me, and I’m filling you up. That pretty little face all scrunched up, whining for it harder.”

“Fuck,” you yelp as his fingers push inside of you. 

Your walls engulf him on instinct, squeezing around his fingers. His description of you had your mind soft and floaty, as if there was nothing but hot air inside your skull. Your head tilts backward and rests against his shoulder. He grins since he can now see your facial expressions.

More moans echo from you at the way he pumps his hand back and forth. He curls his finger inside of you to hit the soft spot of bliss, drawing new noises of rapture from you every few seconds. And all the while the heel of his palm grinds against your pulsating clit. Feeling pleasure on both fronts drives you off the rails.

Your legs quiver with impending release. Your whole body feels like it’s simultaneously tightening and loosening against him as you sink into the euphoric abyss he’s creating for you.

“Satoru,” you cry to alert him, “Gonna cum.”

“All over your new panties? Naughty baby,” he mocks.

A breathy whimper leaves you and you roll your hips back against him. Raw rushes of pleasure strike you over and over.

“Please?” you mewl brokenly.

“Go ahead, gotta break ‘em in,” he jokes, never stopping the movement of his hand.

You whine nice and loud, and let everything flood out of you. The ecstasy crashes over you in waves. Your hips buck erratically, with no sense of rhythm, You vaguely hear Satoru talking you through it, cooing praises at you and kissing up the side of your face. Your mind is too spun out to register exact details though.

On the way down, you melt back into his chest like always. He wraps you up in his arms after removing his hand from your underwear. The material is soaked now, stained a darker color with your arousal. Straying from the usual routine though, he doesn’t keep you cradled close to him.

This time he lifts you up and carries you the couple paces to the bed before tossing you onto the mattress. He looks down at you with a lecherous glint in his blue eyes. He brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, staring you down as he sticks them inside and sucks the remaining essence of you off them. Once they’re clean, he climbs on top of you and leans down for one more kiss.

“Like I said, sweet as cherries," he mumbles against your lips, "I think I need to taste some more.”

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

Ik this is probably a rlly weird request but could you write about Megatron purposely attempting to get thundercracker and skywarp killed?

Probs for like better control over starscream of smth like that?

I know you probably wanted angst but I could only see this as a chance for Starscream to be the badass motherfucker that he is

To Make An Enemy

Words: 870

“What did you do?”

Megatron’s expression remained imperturbable, helm slowly cocking to the side. “Whatever are you babbling about Starscream?” He looked so high and mighty on that throne of his.

“My trine, Megatron. Novastorm’s trine just returned with them both.” The seeker’s lowered wings feign calm and he watches with great displeasure as a smile crosses the warlord’s face. “They were both close to red lining from energon loss, found under rubble near an Autobot outpost.”

“You sent your seekers to patrol an off limits zone?” Starscream wishes he could gouge Megatron’s optics out.

“You had told me that Thundercracker and Skywarp were to be sent to an off-planet station, not buried beneath rubble and left to die.” His wings twitch, the force he’s using to hold them down straining his hinges. “Were you planning to tell me their sparks flickered out on the way to the station or were you going to announce their would have been demise was your doing? Hm? Would you have painted me as lucky that it were them and not me?”

“Do not put such actions on me, Starscream.” Megatron’s voice is firm, optics narrowing down from his throne. “I don’t know why you bother with such company, neither of them are competent.”

Oh how Starscream feels his wires burn.

“Then perhaps I should take my company elsewhere.” The SIC straightens his back strut, wings shifting upward form their downward position. He takes great pride in hearing Megatron’s servo claw the edge of his throne, watching the warlord sit up. Good, that’s exactly what Starscream wants.

“And where exactly would you go?” The leader’s voice is challenging.

“There are several options.” Starscream responds, turning his helm to peer at his digits. He extends his claws, taking a moment to admire them just to piss Megatron off. “There are many seekers with the neutrals, I’m sure many of my seekers would be happy to reunite with their families.”

Megatron’s expression appears weary and Starscream finally looks back up from his servo, shifting his weight onto one pede. “The Autobots are also a decent choice.”

The leader shoots out of his throne, pedes slamming against the floor as he starts for the SIC.

He opens his intake to yell only to be stopped by the nose cone of Starscream’s missile pressing directly against his denta. The seeker snarls at him, stepping forward to purposefully shove the missile into his intake.

“One wrong move and I’ll blast that oversized helm of yours back to the All Spark.”

Megatron doesn’t move, he only glances at his surrounding soldiers and TIC. Soundwave doesn’t look away from his systems but he notes the way Ravage is staring him down.

A thought crosses his mind.

Starscream thrusts his arm forward, knocking Megatron back slightly. “Don’t you even think of trying to get out of this with that fusion cannon of yours. My missiles fire faster than your stupid little cannon charges.”

He preens at the expression Megatron gives him, a smile tugging at the corners.

He takes a step forward, pushing Megatron back despite their size difference. Starscream’s expression is neigh unreadable to the leader but the few seekers in the room seem to be watching with interest. Wings twitch and helms cock.

“A good leader doesn’t kill off his soldiers just because they’re not trained for a fight.” Starscream’s voice gathers his attention, his movements forcing Megatron to his knees. “We are at war, not fighting in the pits. You may be a gladiator but we are not warriors, you have a many civil mech here and should you wish to eradicate those who were not made to fight you would lose half your army to your own hands and the other half to rebellion.”

The seekers wings twitch, optics watching Megatron’s expression. “Not to mention you have made an attempt on my trine’s sparks, therefore an attempt on my own. Give me one good reason not to-“

“Starscream: would gain nothing from killing Lord Megatron.” Soundwave’s voice sounds from the side, gathering the Winglord’s attention.

“Wrong, I would gain much satisfaction from snuffing his pathetic spark.”

The response is met with silence as Starscream’s optics meet Soundwave’s visor. There’s a moment where Megatron actually believes Soundwave would allow Starscream to continue.

And then the seeker exvents, turning his attention back to their leader. His optics narrow before his other servo moves forward, sharp claws twitching over his chassis. It’s the only warning he gets before his sensors flag pain.

The seekers sharp talon drags along his chassis, purposely digging into the metal. The intent to leave a mark hangs just as open as the fresh wound.

“There, nothing compared to what you let my trine go through but at least if you misbehave again I know where to aim.” Starscream’s voice coos, pulling his missile from Megatron’s intake. “Now enough gawking! Don’t you all have patrols to get to?”

The surrounding mechs, seekers included, scatter and Starscream gives Megatron one last leer before he too leaves the room, thrusters purposefully clicking against the floor.

“Suggestion: do not make Starscream an enemy.”

Megatron doesn’t respond to Soundwave, lifting himself off his knees as he eyes the exit of the room.

He carefully rubs the newly carved mark that sits above his spark chamber.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Countermeasure 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Jake Jensen

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Jensen and Nano.

Summary: work and personal blur together as an employee takes a special interest.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Jake flips up the lid of the box, the smell of pepperoni steaming into the dim glow of monitors. He really should think about cutting down on pizza, it’s starting to give him indigestion, but he just doesn’t have the time to cook. Between work and... his hobbies, he barely gets any sleep. 

That night is not much different than the one before or the next. He burns the roof of his mouth with the first slice as he’s fixated once more on her. The cameras catch her every move as she wafts around the large house like forlorn wraith. The lens gives him a direct line to her loneliness. 

She’s in her silk black robe and matching nightie. They hug her curves perfectly as furry slides cling to her feet. She’s as refined in her leisure as she is standing by his desk asking for an update. 

Nano is a good boss. The first manager he’s had that even understand his job. He delved into her extensive background in development and backend management. She really doesn’t look like the stereotype. But he does. 

She pours herself a glass of wine. The censor for the davenport triggers. He redirects his attention to the white SUV pulling in. Late is not so better than never. Jake is never late. Never for her. 

He switches back to the kitchen where she leans on the square marble island and sips. She’s unaware, or even indifferent, to her husband’s return. The cabernet usually signals that she’s headed for bed. 

She sits up as she hears her husband enter. Andy is in no hurry as he unlaces his shoes then shrugs out of his jacket. Jake should’ve placed the camera on the other side. This angle is awkward. Well, he had limited time when he wired the house. 

She looks over as Andy enters the kitchen. She doesn’t say anything. He mutters and goes to the fridge. He takes out a bottle of beer. 

“Long day,” he pops the cap with his hand. 

“Tell me about it,” she says as she puts the stopper in the bottle and sets in back in the rack. She takes her glass and struts off. He remains and drains half the beer before he follows. 

He finds his wife upstairs. Why he even made her that is a mystery to Jake. He doesn’t treat her like one. Not like a husband should. 

She sits in bed and balances her wine and her ebook. She’s working her way through an interesting fantasy series. It surprised him to know she was so far into it. He always thought she’d be into those romance rags or the bestseller thrillers. 

“You’re mad?” Andy asks as he strips off his blazer. 

She hums. 

“Like I said, long day. Work was a lot.” 

“Andrew,” she doesn’t look up from her book. 

He’s silent as he unbuttons his shirt. He peels it down his arms and drops it in the hamper. He nears the bed as he looks her over. 

“What’d I forget?” He asks. 

She clucks, “you tell me. For once, Andy,” she drops the ebook and empties the glass before slamming it on the night stand. “I’m not your goddamn secretary, I’m your wife.” 

“Honey,” he sighs. “Work--” 

“I work too,” she flicks him away with her fingertips. “But I guess I don’t work as hard as you. Oh, the leftovers are in the fridge. Take them for lunch so they don’t rot.” 

She rolls onto her side and pulls the duvet to her shoulders. Her husband shifts. He shakes his head and continues to undress. 

He comes up beside her and nudges her. She ignores him. He’s persistent. He stretches out behind her and wraps her in his thick arm. 

“Honey, I’m sorry I missed date night. No more excuses,” he purrs as he caresses her cheek. “I love you. I don’t want you to go to bed angry.” 

“Well, I am,” she sneers. 

He kisses her hair and whispers. She doesn’t react. He continues to nuzzle her as his hand roves her body. 

Jake puts the pizza aside. His appetite dissolves. Don’t let him do it. Don’t. He doesn’t deserve it. 

She shimmies over and rolls onto her back. Andy kisses her. She lets him. She lifts the duvet over him and he angles his body over hers. Jake sighs but doesn’t look away. 

He’s hard even if he is burning with jealous. Andy grunts as he shifts around under the duvet. She bends her knees so they poke up on either side of his thick torso. The duvet slips.  

Andy strokes himself as Jake resists the same. Her husband grows frustrated as he struggles to get inside her. She grips his shoulder and reaches down to help him. He huffs and shoves her away. 

He growls and gives up. He bounces off of her and sits on the edge of the bed. He clutches his head as he hunches. She drops her legs. 

“Sorry, I must be tired,” Andy utters. 

She hums derisively. She pulls the blankets over her again, “next time.” 

“Yeah,” her husband scoffs and stands up. 

He crosses the room and rips his robe away from the hook behind the door. He leaves her in a dark cloud and she hangs her head. It’s a while before she moves again. 

She reaches into her drawer and pulls out the little rose gold vibrator. She shuts off the light and he listens to her breathing and her moans. He’s sad for her. She deserves more effort than that. She deserves to be cherished. 

Another camera activates. He hates to look away from the writhing figure on night vision. Andy is in the front room. The glow of his phone is cradled in his hand, his other is... 

Huh. Interesting. How’s it that he can’t get it up for his own wife but he’s down there doing just fine with a screen? Well, Jake can figure it out. He can figure anything out. It’s why he is Nano’s favourite employee. 

[lokisprettygirl]

Come As You Are (Eric Draven! Bill Skarsgard's Version x Female Reader) (18+) (Slight Au)

Read chapter 3 here

Chapter 4

Summary : The dam breaks when you get tired of being pushed away constantly.

Warning: 18+, smut later, Description of self harm, Eric is a past drug addict with suicidal tendencies, self harm, use of cuss words, description of claustrophobia, reader is in her early thirties, mention of sexual assault, death and murder, Consumption of alcohol and weed

“We got lamb chops on the specials today, is that something that interests you?” You asked politely, the customer in front of you was being extremely indecisive and has been for a good five minutes so you were just trying to help him out.

“What's the cheapest item on the menu?” he asked you, so you dragged your pen over the breakfast items.

“Just get me one of these” he said to you as he pointed towards eggs and bacon so you nodded and gave him a smile. “Would you like some french toast with that?” you asked him so he responded in negative “It will be on the house” you said politely.

“Then yes”

You smiled before you turned around to go put his order but then you saw Eric standing at the door of the diner, looking utterly confused and out of place, he had a dark grey hoodie on with black cargos, his hair seemed wet. No wonder he smelled so fine all the time, that man was showering every time he returned from one of his gigs.

After bringing the earlier gentleman's order you finally approached Eric.

“Hey Stalker” you said to him as you crossed your arms.

“I didn't know you worked here-” he said nonchalantly.

Lies.

You rolled your eyes before you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the most isolated booth of the diner since you knew he didn't enjoy people.

“What would you like to have today sir” you asked him as you looked at him after he sat down hesitantly.

After that night Eric had been keeping his distance from you, or well, he was trying and failing miserably, but you were surprised to see him here because he had been avoiding you like a plague and that had you feeling a bit miffed with him, you shouldn't feel that way but after that night at the terrace you really thought you two were becoming friends, perhaps you had ruined it with the stunt you had pulled with his jacket.

“Waffles” He answered, not even looking at the menu so you wrote down his order.

“With or without whipped cream?”

“I don't do cream”

“Sir you are offensive” you said before you strutted away to the kitchen area. Your ass looked good in that blue waitress uniform.

He was expecting you to come back with his order since you did so for that man before but instead he saw Dina approaching him, that made him groan.

“Heyyy Ericccc…good afternoon” she greeted him with such excitement that he almost forgot how to be rude for a second.

“Hey.. uhh??” He looked at her as if he didn't remember her name so she smiled.

“Dina..we met at Y/n’s place remember?” She said as she leaned over him and then she lowered her voice so only he could hear her “You got us all high”

He raised his brows before he gave her a side smile, then he got back to his waffles. He didn't want to be so curt with her but he had no interest in your friend, mostly because she was your friend.

“That was some good shit, perhaps we can hit it up again sometimes huh? Maybe just me and you this time” She asked him as she placed her hand on his shoulder so he looked up at her.

“Didn't you like pass out after that and then puked all over her apartment?” He asked, his voice as disinterested as it could be so she rolled her eyes at him. He had been getting that alot today.

“Enjoy the waffles..asshole” she huffed as she turned around to leave him alone and he couldn't have been more thankful. He peeked his head out to see you attending other customers but everytime you caught his eye he looked away.

Half an hour later your shift had ended so you changed out of your uniform and as you stepped out of the diner Eric was right outside of the diner ..smoking his cigarette.

“Look who's still here” you said to him as you made your way towards him.

“That was nice of you to send your annoying friend to me by the way” he said, his eyes squinting because of the sun. So he was on the other side of that tangent huh, a squinter under the sun..

“Well she insisted, almost begged me, she is really taken with you” you answered him, Dina had a crush on him and she wanted to meet him again so you obliged even though you didn't want to.

“She wants to fuck me”

“Well you can fuck her if you want..i don't care”

You said to him as you walked past him, he didn't want to be seen with you like this so he walked the other way, however when you reached the building he was already in the elevator staring at you, keeping the door open so you could get in. What in the name of spiderman? Did he know a shortcut you didn't?

As you stepped inside the elevator he closed the grill..

“I am not going to fuck her” he said after a mere second of silence.

“Yeah why? You fuck everyone else” you chuckled even though you hated it everytime you saw a woman walking out of his apartment.

“Easy with the slut shaming”

“Just saying -”

“Y/n”

You turned to him as he said your name and stepped closer to him until he was backed into the wall of the elevator, there was a fire in your eyes that didn't go unnoticed by him.

“You can't ignore my existence for days and then come to my workplace and act like this” you said, your voice was fierce.

“Act like what?” he asked.

“You know what..don't play stupid, doesn't suit you” you turned around and opened the gate to walk out as your floor had arrived. His jaw clenched in anger at the tone of your voice, why couldn't you just understand that he was trying to keep you safe?

“Why are you so obsessed with me? Acting like a scorned girlfriend for what?” He asked as he followed you into your apartment. His words made you halt so you turned around to glare at him.

“Obsessed? I'm just trying to be your friend”

Not a lie but not the complete truth either.

You were definitely kinda sorta obsessed with him.

“Friend? What do I need a friend for in you? What could you even offer me as a friend? You're a fucking waitress living in this dump of a place..get off your high horse a little maybe” Your eyes immediately welled up as he said that, this has gotten more serious than it needed to be, you wrapped your arms around yourself as you looked away from him.

As soon as he saw that look on your face he regretted his words. You weren't even his and he was already making you cry.

“Y/n-”

“Just go ..I won't try..I won't do anything anymore..I'm sorry i bother you so much” your lips trembled and voice cracked as you spoke and that only made him feel even more like a jerk than he usually did. He truly hated himself at that moment. He wanted to crawl to you and beg on his knees to apologize for what he had said just so you would not look so sad and so hurt, just so you wouldn't look at him like that, but instead he turned around and slammed your door shut before he entered his apartment.

As he sat down in his bathtub that night he picked up a blade and ran it over from his forearm to his wrist. He knew he'd begin to heal immediately so he just wanted to feel some pain, something other than the empty void inside his heart.

This was for your own good, he had to keep that in mind. He'd only drag you down with him and you didn't deserve that.

He leaned his head down on the edge of the bathtub, soaking in his own blood that was as black as his soul now. After that conversation Eric avoided you as much as he could, you didn't approach him either, he saw you almost everyday but you didn't even look at him anymore and every time you ignored him he somehow felt worse than before, so much so that it was getting harder and harder for him to breathe anymore.

A few days later he entered the laundry room with his load when he saw you in there at the same time. Why were you so in sync with him all the time? He couldn't escape you even if he tried his hardest.

Mrs. Bonnie was also there and as soon as she saw him she muttered something under her breath so he decided to mess with her a bit.

“Hey I was wondering if you could help me get rid of these blood spots from this shirt? I used it in one of my daily satanic rituals and it's just not coming off” Eric said to her as he walked towards her with the bloodied shirt in his hand, she glared at him for a moment before she grabbed her clothes from the dryer, murmured a prayer under her breath and walked out as fast as she could.

You couldn't help but smile even though you wanted to hate his guts after that day. How dare he make you feel like shit about yourself as if you already didn't?

“She's old, you shouldn't mess with her like that” you said as you folded your freshly dried clothes. Your back was facing him so he turned around to look at you.

“Old or not..She's a self righteous bitch” he said as he took the washer next to you, that was just an excuse to stand close to you, he just wanted to see you smile once, he hadn't been able to sleep since that night. That look of hurt in your eyes bothered him deeply.

“Well ..So are you at times” you said to him so he chuckled.

“Okay fair enough..i deserve that”

You nodded as he said that.

“Y/n”

“What?”

“I'm sorry”

Well..Finally.

“No you're not” he let out an exasperated sigh as you said that.

“I am..i didn't mean what I said”

“Why else would you say it then?”

“Because I'm an asshole, you should know that by now”

“You definitely suck at apologising” you said to him as you grabbed your laundry basket, leaving him to ponder over this.

Later that night you heard a knock on your door, when you opened it you found a piece of paper on the floor, laid upon it was a red rose. You gulped as you looked at it before you bent down to pick them up.

When you opened the folded paper, your eyes widened, it was a sketch of you and him on the terrace that night, he had drawn it from memory.

‘I'm so sorry darling’ your eyes teared up as you read the words but that wasn't all that he had written. When you flipped the drawing there was more.

‘You have been nothing but kind to me since we met even though I have never really deserved it from you, since that day in the elevator when you tried to comfort me you have always been warm and welcoming and I don't understand why because your kindness is being wasted on an imbecile like me. I was projecting my issues on you that day and I'm so fucking sorry about it, i never wanted you to feel like you weren't good enough to be someone's friend. Forgive me if you can, the truth is I'm not good enough to be your friend, I would never be able to give you whatever it is that you're looking for from me, I'd only bring you pain and sorrow. Even if I want to be in your life, I can't sweetheart and I'm so sorry if I hurt you. Don't let me hurt you anymore”

As the tears rolled down your cheeks you brought the letter close to your lips, it smelled like him. It sounded like a goodbye letter, something a man would write when he never wanted to see you again but you couldn't have that.

You needed him to know how you were starting to feel about him.

You took a deep breath before you walked inside your apartment and placed the drawing and the flower on your coffee table because you never wanted to lose it. After contemplating for a moment you knocked on his door.

He was kind of expecting you to confront him about this because you really enjoyed confronting him, he knew you wouldn't just read all that shit and then not have anything to say about it.

He just wanted you to give up on him but he also needed you to not give up on him.

You crossed your arms as you looked at his shirtless form, you came here to have a serious conversation and not get distracted by his abs.

He walked inside his apartment, that was his way of inviting you in so you stepped in and closed the door.

“Eric”

“Y/n” he looked at you as he turned around, his eyes were teary

“What is it? Why do you ..uhhhh you said you didn't understand why I was being nice to you-”

“Kind..it's different” he interrupted you and that angered you further.

“Whatever..why do you need a reason for that? Why can't you just be normal about it? Why is this such a fight for you all the time?” you asked him and with every sentence you only stepped closer to him while he took a step away from you.

“Because I don't understand why a woman like you would want to be around me..you see the darkness in me and yet you're willing to be around me ..I just don't understand it” he answered you, his voice was gruff but also sort of whiny in an adorable manner.

“You don't have to understand anything”

“I do..you don't really know what you're getting yourself into here, I'm not a good man” you sighed as he said that. He sounded like a broken record. You couldn't help but rub your forehead in frustration.

“Okay answer me this..Are you in a gang or something?” he looked at you confused before he shook his head.

“No”

“Do you hurt children, innocent women and men or animals?” you asked again, making his jaw clench in frustration.

“No I don't hurt them on purpose” he answered.

“Okay ..Are you involved in human trafficking or sex trafficking” you asked him and he was just baffled, you were trying to gauge whatever he meant when he said he wasn't a good man..

“No” he answered, his voice was meak now.

“That's good enough for me .I don't care what you do out there or why you come home drenched in blood sometimes” he looked at you in complete disbelief as you said that, why did you want to ruin your life so much?

“You should care.. there are people after me who'd use you to get to me if they get even the slightest idea that I care about you” you couldn't help but smile even though the conversation was as serious as it could be.

“You care about me..i knew that”

“Hearing selectively are you?” he chuckled, the glare he sent your way was intense though.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do about it? I don't think you want to stay away from me as much as you pretend to do ..Sooo I'm going to be a friend to you whether you like it or not”

You said to him so he groaned audibly and very loudly before placing his head between his palms, then to your shock and surprise he collapsed on his knees and began to cry, he was panicking, he had the same look on his face as he did in the elevator that night.

He was so deeply touch starved and had been for five years now since she left him, not in a sexual way, he got plenty of that but none of it filled his vacant soul, he was tired and drained from fighting his demons all alone, having no one to share his thoughts with, having no one to care for him or love him, he was so terrified of being all alone when all he wanted was to be held, to be comforted and cherished every time he woke up from a nightmare. He just wanted someone to tell him that he wasn't alone and that he wasn't too hard to be around.

That there was still a part of him that wasn't too ugly to be loved.

“They'll hurt you..i can't let anyone hurt you” he spoke as he placed his palms down on the floor, he felt nauseous and weak all of a sudden, he felt as if he was on withdrawal even though he hadn't touched drugs in years.

When you couldn't watch him like that any longer you stepped towards him and got down on your knees before you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you, the kohl around his eyes had smudged because of his tears so you wiped it away before you kissed his forehead, his arms had immediately wrapped around your waist the moment he had felt your touch, then he pulled you closer to him and placed his head down on your chest to hold you like that.

“I'm sorry..I'm so sorry about what I said” he mumbled between his cries.

“Shhhhhh shhh it's ok..you're okay, everything is okay i promise”

You mumbled softly as your fingers ran over his scalp in soothing circles, your own tears threatened to come out but you controlled yourself, you knew he was broken in ways you couldn't even begin to imagine and you wanted to help him. You wanted to hold him and comfort him, he didn't have to be alone in this, you knew how it felt to be so alone, to have no one by your side, perhaps you could be it for him and if you were lucky perhaps he'd be there for you too.

He stayed like that in your arms until he couldn't cry anymore and as his sobs quieted down slowly you pressed a soft kiss on his temple, he then pulled his head up from your chest to look at you.

He couldn't believe that he had just sobbed like a baby in your arms, he was waiting for that utter sense of mortification you get after doing something so embarrassing to kick in but it didn't, could have been because of how you were looking at him. Always with those damn eyes. He didn't see judgement in them, not a flicker of it. What he saw was a degree of acceptance and he wasn't expecting that from anyone ever again.

You brought your sleeve up to wipe his face before you leaned into him to kiss his forehead again. God you were starting to realise how deep you were falling into this thing with him.

“Do you like pizza?” you asked him as you tilted your head so he sniffled once before he nodded.

Half an hour later you were on his couch stuffing your face with pepperoni pizza when you felt his eyes on you so you looked up at him, he was sitting at the other end of the couch.

“We don't have to talk in public you know..if you're worried about my safety” he chuckled as you said that. He found you all kinds of strange.

“You're not going to ask what I do?”

“You'll tell me when you want to..good friends are patient I heard, I'm learning the art of being patient”

He'd tell you now but you wouldn't believe him, you'd think he had his brain fried from all the drugs he had taken in his youth.

“Why are you like this?” he asked you, his voice was gentle.

“Like what?”

“So…. gentle and understanding..with me” he whispered the last two words as if he didn't want you to hear it.

“You bring it out of me..I'm not like this naturally” he smiled as he put his head down on the head of the couch. You were saying but he had seen you being kind to others, like that poor chap at the diner.

Safe to say, your relationship with him changed after that interaction, he wasn't trying to be mean to you anymore, he smiled often whenever you looked at him or bumped into him. You also invited him over for dinner every night which was becoming a routine.

He craved your presence, as much as he wanted to deny it, as much as he wanted to step back, he couldn't anymore, he craved your touch and he craved being around you.

Whenever you two watched a movie you'd often scoot closer to him and put your head down on his shoulder and god he'd be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy it. You always felt so warm around him, so fucking warm around his cold self, he was a dead man walking after all but you had somehow managed to make him feel alive.

“I love this part..” you said as you pointed towards the tv as if he wasn't watching the movie with you, which to be fair he wasn't. His mind was focused on the way you were holding onto his forearm, your fingers subconsciously caressing all the scars that were riddled on his skin.

Every time he glanced down at your interconnected hands and your fingers gently grazing over his skin his face felt hot, just the sight of you holding onto him like that sent his mind into overdrive. You were so touchy with him as if you couldn't stop yourself from doing so. He wasn't sure how long this friendship would remain just a friendship if you were going to act like this around him, his thoughts often haywired, at times he just wanted to throw you down on the same couch and have you in ways he shouldn't.

A few nights later he woke up from a nightmare again but to his surprise he didn't see Melody this time, he didn't see Chance or his horse, he didn't see his Mama either, but he saw you, dying, he couldn't really see who had hurt you but you seemed to be in so much pain before you stopped breathing, you looked at him the same way they all did when they died right in front of him, when he failed all those who loved him over and over again.

As soon as he awakened he knew he had to go check on you because he felt extremely restless, the nightmare didn't just feel like a bad dream, it felt like a bad omen.

When you opened the door you were in your pyjamas and tank top as per usual, your eyes seemed squinted from the deep sleep he had awakened you from.

“Everything okay?” You asked him softly, he seemed scared and sweaty all over, you could actually see the sweat dripping down from the dip of his neck to his sternum.

“Yeah I just…jesus I'm sorry” he felt awful waking you up like that, you were safe and that's all he wanted to make sure so he turned around to leave but then you grabbed his arm and pulled him inside your apartment.

“What is it?” You asked as you looked up at him so he just shook his head in response, he didn't want to look so weak again in front of you. “Nightmare?” You asked again so he nodded finally.

“Mmmm” you mumbled as you closed the door behind him, he was expecting plenty of questions from you that he most certainly didn't want to answer but to his surprise you just dragged him to your room and removed the cover from the bed so he could get in the bed.

Well this was new.

“Get in Eric..i have a shift in the morning” you mumbled, your voice groggy but soft, it didn't come from the place of annoyance because he had disturbed your sleep but because you wanted to keep him with you after he had a nightmare, he always needed a bit of tough loving because anything else made him feel like a burden and the last thing you wanted right now was for him to be alone with his thoughts.

Your arms wrapped around his waist as you pushed him into the bed before you joined him. He was still in a bit of a hazy trance, for a moment he felt as if he was still in a dream. A beautiful dream where his beautiful neighbour slash friend was cuddling him in bed.

After you turned the lights off your body completely pressed against him, the bed was too small but he hadn't felt this safe and comfortable in such a long time.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him as you lifted your head up from his chest so he shook his head.

“No..go back to sleep darling..I'm sorry i woke you up” he mumbled softly as he pressed his head up to kiss your forehead as gently as he could.

“You can wake me up anytime Eric, you're worth losing sleep for”

And his eyes teared up at those words.

Was he though? Was he worth losing sleep for? He wasn't. How come you had no man in your life when you were like this? So pure, so gentle, so sweet, how come no good man in this god forsaken universe had taken the time to know you, to love you and to treat you the way you deserved to be treated? If he was any normal he'd have given you all of this tenfold in return but he wasn't normal anymore was he? He was a mess and he was going to make a mess of your life as well.

“Stop running your head and sleep” he heard your bossy voice in his ear and that made him smile.

Thoughts running in his head weren't so kind to him but thoughts running in your head at the moment about him were anything but unkind, he was in your bed, you were in his arms and you had never felt at such peace the way you did right now.

You knew that's now how he saw himself but he was so beautiful to you, the thought of him being completely alone after a nightmare broke your heart, and you had a feeling he always had excruciatingly painful nightmares because he had a tough life, a terrible life even, you didn't even know everything about him yet but you knew he didn't have any support growing up, you knew his father left him when he was six and that his mum died of drug overdose when he was twelve, you knew he had lost people he had loved dearly and you just wanted to be there for him, however he wanted you to be there for him. You were willing to be his secret if that's what he needed from you.

You didn't want to label whatever this was between you two, you didn't want to jinx it as you often did every time something good happened in your life. You just wanted to live like this forever even though you knew it wasn't really possible.

Forever was a myth after all and no man could ever be content just loving you and you only, especially not forever. Especially not a man like him who deserved so much more than just you.

😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

Note : Such Idiots

Taglist: @m-riaa @erebus-et-eigengrau @peachychyy

[nthewriter]

(Here you go!! Reader is hinted to be a minor in this so there will be no smut with the 141. They will be her protectors. Also, when I wrote it, Reader reminded me of a fawn)

The 141 were known for being ruthless mercenaries, taking on all kinds of dangerous jobs. There was the former Captain of a royal guard named Jonathan Price, his young recruit and student Kyle Garrick, nicknamed Gaz, rogue knight Simon Riley the Ghost, and John MacTavish, an assassin known as Soap for his quick aptitude on how to clean up the mess. Our four friends were reunited in front of a board with different offers for jobs, killing or rewards for capturing outlaws.

“Well… there's this one.” Kyle gestured to another scrap of paper with a face on it. “The reward seems pretty good.”

“Another sorcerer…? Seriously, Gaz?” Johnny groaned with a roll of his eyes. He still bore the scars from the latest encounter with another rogue magician.

“Fine- uh. That's strange.” The black haired man reached for a wanted poster and held it so his companions could see and read it.

“The fuck-” Ghost spoke, his metal mask not hiding the confusion from his voice.

Price didn't speak. He contemplated the paper attentively. It spoke about a runaway princess, apparently wanted for crimes against the kingdom they were residing in. The reward was certainly very interesting, but they weren’t that desperate for money. Price liked to hunt down monsters and criminals, not… runaways nobles or people who didn’t pay their debts. He shook his head.

“No. I guess we will have to move to another region, lads.” The older man spoke with a low grumble. “Get food, and then we will leave this… dump.” He added as he looked around. The town hadn’t been in great shape ever since they were attacked by raiders and by a dragon some time ago. “I heard the kingdom of Tylluy offer more contracts. Maybe we could have a deal with the commanding officer, Lady-knight Kate Laswell.”

“Someone you knew?” The Ghost asked to which Price nodded.

“Indeed. A very fine woman. Kicked so many groins and broke so many bones in her past.” Price chuckled, thinking and remembering about the times he and Laswell used to go in the battles side by side.

Mounting their horses, they rode on the dirty and muddy road. It had rained just before, in fact, the weather was strange lately. It was raining in the middle of the summer. Peasants were desperate: the crops had died, destroyed by the rain and the hail. As they rode, they watched as people seemed to move elsewhere. They noticed a family riding in a carriage led by two cows. Probably one of those peasant families leaving the land.

Price sent Johnny and the Ghost scouting ahead for a place to sleep. They will have to sleep under the stars tonight. Kyle was silent, seeming lost in deep thoughts.

“Is something wrong?” The captain asked softly, wanting to know his student's thoughts.

“I was thinking about that reward, regarding the runaway princess. Something about it felt… odd. Like it was not right.” Kyle replied, chivalrous as ever. “Why would someone post a public announcement? Usually, the royals like to use their own firm. Like that Shadow Company.”

“Your point, Garrick?”

“I think it's lawless to do this. Poor thing might be scared to death.”

When the Ghost and Johnny returned, they informed them they found a small glade where they could sleep and rest peacefully, away from prying eyes. They dismounted at the place, Kyle and Johnny gathering twigs here and there to start a fire. Then, Price and the Ghost went hunting, finding a deer. But… not only.

Simon Riley strutted back without the dead deer, requesting Kyle and Johnny's attention. Both men glanced at each other in confusion. But they obeyed. They walked behind the tall and intimidating man before finding Price a few meters away from a oak tree.

He made a silent motion, putting a finger on his lips, making sure both men stayed quiet. Johnny raised a confused eyebrow before looking down, finding a hole near the oak tree. Kyle also stepped up. And then, they saw it.

The princess from the wanted poster. But to their shock, she didn’t look like an adult, but like… a child. Someone who was in the middle of their adolescent years. She was huddling in a hare burrow, looking up at them anxiously with tears in her eyes. She was wearing a long tattered and muddy nightgown. Kyle saw some dried blood on her body as well. Was she hurt?

“What should we do, Captain?” Johnny questioned in a soft voice, not leaving the young princess from his sight.

The older man took a very deep breath. Either he escorted the girl back to the claws of death and perhaps worse, or… or he took her with them. At least, she will stay alive, cared for. They needed someone to care for the horses after all.

“Kyle. You’re good with people. Tell her she will be safe from now on.”

They watched as Gaz approached the burrow cautiously and knelt down with a soft and charming smile on his lips. The goal was to make the girl leave her hiding place, get some sleep and see what to do with her the next morning.

“Hey. It's okay. We won't hurt you. I promise.” He started with an equally soft and steady tone. The young girl immediately seemed to relax. It did help that Kyle had a pretty face too. “Come out now.” He extended his gloved hand, and the princess slowly reached for it, as he pulled her out.

Johnny immediately ripped his coat from his light armor and draped it around her frail shoulder. The girl tensed immediately next to Kyle, unconsciously leaning into him.

“There you go, lovie.” He spoke kindly, almost with pity at the sight of the poor princess. “No one is going to harm you.”

“Get her warm. We will come with dinner.” Price sternly told the pair, and watched as they led the princess to their makeshift camp.

“I know. But we can't let an innocent lamb go to the slaughter.” Price then paused and added with an amused chuckle. “You did say you needed someone to wash your blades and your armor.”

“It’s going to cause us troubles, Price.” Simon sighed, not really understanding this move. He rather liked the company of the three other men. Bringing a runaway princess was going to complicate things.

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Womanizer ft. Geto

womanizer!Geto is very much aware of how fine he is. Struts through the school with his head and nose way to fuckin high in the air. You think the hungry way the girls look at him might actually feed his energy, he seems to literally level up from it and its absolutely ridiculous. But don't think he doesn't notice how your burning gaze rake over him before you pretend it has no effect on you.

womanizer!Geto even though he's hella cocky, still has a soft heart; just doesn't want anyone to about it. Whether it's of monetary value or not, he'll help any way he can. Suguru might be sex on a stick and confident as fuck but he isn't heartless. Only Saturo knows this side of him.. Till one night when he tried to play match maker and end up spilling the beans to you.

womanizer!Geto isn't just a pretty face, so doesn't like his girls brainless. Unless its cause of his cock ofcourse. He doesn't keep em long but expects to get a bit familiar before he tries to hit. Doesn't think anyone not pursuing a higher knowledge is really worth his time. Interesting lil fact: of all the years Suguru's known you, he swiftly peeps how intelligent you are and always been.

womanizer!Geto obviously loves attention from the ladies. Like waaay too much. Turns you off matter fact. And he notices. Which is weird. Cause he usually only notices when women throw themselves at his feet. "Goin to Geto's party inna few weeks? Come on, hang with us? Could use another pretty face there." Suguru over hears Satoru ask you after class. "Hmmm.. Maybe. Though I think you two horny sluts have enough eye candy on the menu." You answer with a eye roll. "Me? We? Sluts?" He feigns ignorance as you shake your head laughing. Meanwhile, Suguru wonders when in the world has he ever thought bein called a slut was arousing cause.. His dicks startin to chub.

womanizer!Geto isnt really into easy women. Most of the cute lil thangs from school put out just watchin that talented tongue swipe across his bottom lip. Knows he doesn't have to do much work and sometimes that puts him off. He doesn't even like to talk with a woman if he doesn't think he's gonna hit but nothin gets his dick softer than a girl that open her legs to him before she even knows his name. Funny though.. Suguru notices you don't date. At all. Kinda wonders what it would take to get a chance with your pretty ass. So he asks you one day while you guys practice sparring. "Y/n, how long have we known each other?" Straightening from your fighting stance, absolutely befuddled as you answer. "Bout 5+ years, as you already know. Why?" Suguru steps closer, trailing his index finger down your cheek. "Cause I wanna know why in the 5 years that you've known me, you've never given me a chance." You tsk at him. Is he serious? "Boy, ya dick been in every one under the sun." You're response throws him off, makes him chuckle as he thinks about your words. You ain't lyin. He uses protection though.

womanizer!Geto has always had a high sex drive. Except lately. He just doesn't know why he can't get it up when he's not thinkin about you. Hasn't been interested in any of his usual conquests lately. To add to the madness, jerking offs become a pain in the ass if he doesnt let you swim into his thoughts. So he sulks and pouts about it in class one day- till he sees heading to your seat. Suguru's dark eyes are glued to how your tits slightly jiggle in your robe as you walk. Man, would bet every single penny he had that you're fuckin gorgeous everywhere. "Hi, y/n" "Hey, Sugu! Wassup?" Oh shit.. No, no, no, no.. Cute way you say his name, moist pretty plump lips, and that fuckin body.. His dick. His dick is definitely what's up right now.

womanizer!Geto usually has a harem of cute girls following him around like puppies. Not the night of his party, he trails after you like one instead. "Come on y/n, just gimme a chance." He a bit tipsy so you continuously evade him. You're soakin wet from dodging Suguru's advances, his nasty words and exploring fingers. So you head into the kitchen to poor yourself a drink and gets some space. Unfortunately for you he meets you there and you groan at his persistence. "Geto, quit it. You're just horny. And there's plenty of fuck toys round here for you to play with. So beat it." You grumble. Suguru whines at your rejection, cornering you as you try to side step him. "Don't like when you're mean to me. Or when you call me that." He lies through his teeth. Only one of those two sentences are true. "Fine, Sugu. Happy? Now go find one of your playthings. Fuckin manwhore." Okay now hes perplexed, your mean words having the same effect when you called him a slut. Suguru thinks you should know since it's your fault. He pins you to the counter, pressing his hard dick into you. You gasp, fingers gripping into the sides of his shirt, havin to fight not to let your eyes flutter shut at his bulge pressuring your tingly clit. "Can't, y/n. Dick never gets hard for them anymore. Have fucked in weeks. Can't even cum without you on my mind. Help me out, baby pleeaase." You've never seen him so desperate, pawing at your backside as he sticks his face in your neck. Won't stop dry humping and licking you as he inhales your scent. "Sugu-" He cuts you off, pleas wearing you down real quick. "Promise I can make you feels so good. Know how to make that lil kitty purr, baby. Lemme show you?" You're eyes trail off over his shoulder as you think about it. Fuck, why not? He's the most wanted attraction in town, how could not get a ride too? You accidently catch Saturo's gaze. Grin wide when he does a peace sign, sticking his tongue between the two fingers and wiggling it. He points at Suguru and gives you a thumbs up, signalling how good his BFF's pussy eating skills are. Shit, that seals the deal; you def need a demonstration. "Fine, Sugu." You feign irritation, pushin him back and pullin him towards his bedroom. "Better not disappoint me. Not gonna get another chance, playboy." Promises of your pleasure spill from Suguru's lips as you drag him by his t-shirt, him secretly hoping you'll continue your lil mean act while riding his cock.

[saintsir4n]

MYSTIC BALLS

what if adrienne and klaus go missing during the mikaelsons ball?

I could imagine adrienne wearing such an old Hollywood look for her ball gown which klaus would buy for her. Hair curled and styled in side part. It would be everything .

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE!

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“Kol invited the Bennett witch?” Adrienne asked, not bothering to subdue her amusement.

“You would’ve known if you and Niklaus hadn’t spent the entire afternoon confined to his room,” Elijah retorted, polishing his dress shoes for the upcoming ball.

He was irked that Adrienne and Klaus were not taking it seriously. Rebekah had left their family home, Kol was in the living room trying on a suit with Finn who he ignoring his youngest brother’s attempts at cracking crude jokes.

“Well your brother gives the best hugs, he hugged me so tight, my pearls popped off, so we had to spend the entire night looking for them. Isn’t that right love?”

Adrienne giggled through her explanation.

“Accurate recollection of our night together,” Klaus smirked, interlinking their fingers. “brother let my wife breathe she barely slept, not with our Pearl searching.”

Elijah grimaced, “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, let’s hope you put your antics to bed—“ his eyes rolled at their snickering, “when you will attend the ball.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re giving us any choice brother,” Klaus narrowed his eyes.

Elijah hummed, “Good, because I’m not. We are starting an anew in our old town and we have to try.”

“Yay,” Adrienne fake cheered, much to his dismay. “Nik, do you have my dress?”

Klaus nodded, smiling down at her, “In a box in your room my love.”

Adrienne squealed, “Can’t wait, now Rebekah and I have booked a manicures and pedicures. Whenever she gets back from inviting Stefan —“

“— she’s actually inviting him?” Kol strolled into the room, wearing the suit that was being tailored. “I thought he was courting that Doppelgänger?”

“Elena Gilbert,” Elijah stated, readjusting his tie after settling his dress shoes to the side.

“He was dating her,” Adrienne reiterated.

“Trouble in paradise,” Klaus informed with a cheeky grin.

“The annoying one is interested in Elena too.”

“Damon?” Klaus smirked at his wife’s disgust. “Yes he’s relentless with his attempts to woo her.”

“So you have that in common with him,” Adrienne mocked.

Klaus’ face dropped.

Kol grinned, “She’s got your there nik.”

“Shut it Kol,” Klaus snapped, turning to him.

Kol mocked, “Shut it Kol.”

Elijah cleared his throat, “Your juvenile disputes will cease for the night Nikolai. The treaty we have still stands, it must stand.”

A mirthful glint swam in Adrienne’s eye, “A treaty I tricked the Bennett witch into signing. It declares that if they dare start a war with us, or directly or indirectly provoke us into retaliation, her powers will weaken and then they’re truly defenceless.”

Klaus stared at her in awe, “Isn’t she clever?”

“Thank you handsome,” Adrienne gave him a quick peck, ignoring the groans she heard, just before they all heard the front door open, “Oh that must be Rebekah. Won’t leave you too long Nik, I know how testy you get without me.”

“Be safe,” Klaus said softly.

She snorted, “Why would I with the hybrids you have clinging to my every step?” She strutted away, “Come on Bekah.”

The youngest Mikaelson brothers turned back to each other after the front door shut.

“Let her breathe for once Nik. That begs the question, have you ever peed on her to show all the other monsters in this town she’s not up for grabs?” Kol taunted, dropping back into a chair.

Elijah turned up his nose as Klaus glared.

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’ll ask Enny when she returns,” Kol muttered.

Klaus threatening stepped forward, “You won’t dare.”

“A thousand years old and you’re acting like children,” Elijah remarked as Finn strolled into the front room, surveying the childish scene.

“Like you’re any better Elijah,” the eldest Mikaelson murmered, clutching onto a book he was reading.

Kol and Klaus started laugh, the latter lowered himself onto a chair and picked up one of his sketchbooks.

“I am not a child.“ Elijah exclaimed, turning to him disbelief, “Finn.”

A smirk played on Finn’s lips, “That’s not what Clementine relayed.”

Kol and Klaus laughed even louder.

“She what?” Elijah was a picture of aggravation.

“Oh I cannot wait for this ball, maybe you should invite sweet Clementine Finn, she would certainly love to let loose, break free from our noble brother’s chain,” Kol taunted.

“Don’t start Nikolai.”

“Please start Nikolai,” Klaus smirked as further dispute commenced.

—

a/n:

I might write a full one shot of adrienne and the mikaelsons ball and her interacting with everyone. this is without esther as in my headcanon she’s dead. klaus was already a hybrid from the events of dark twisted fantasy. kol is a vamp-witch hybrid and the drama with the mystic gang isn’t decent compared to canon.

[tangosenpai]

Bokuto x fem!reader

"You're perfect, baby."

contains: f!reader, heated sex, shower sex, top Bokuto, insecure reader, chubby reader, oral (receiving), praising, mentions of depressing thoughts

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(Y/n's) p.o.v

"I just, look how sexy he is! It's RDJ for goodness sakes!" My best friend, (Bsf/n), exclaims. We step off the escalator, meeting both of our boyfriends at the bottom. I laugh as Sugawara gives (bsf/n) a look, making her shrug her shoulders.

"C'mon, (Y/n)! Let's leave the boys to do their own thing~" She sung waving goodbye to her boyfriend as well as mine.

Bokuto pouts, planting a kiss my lips on his as a goodbye.

"See you later, love bug." I stroll behind

(bsf/n).

•~•~•

"Hmm what about this?" I ask holding up a light blue lingerie set to my skin, (bsf/n) tilts her head looking at it. She scrunches her nose a little bit.

"Top or bottom?"

"Ummm...? I don't know?"

Now that I think of it. Bokuto is very subby, not that I normally take the lead or anything. He is always the one who acts like the baby in the relationship.

"Well I am of course the top!" She says smirking widely strutting away to another part of the lingerie section.

"Yeah, I find that hard to believe."

"That's rude!" (bsf/n) pouts, holding up a lacey pastel pink lingerie set to her body. It complemented her (s/c) and her (h/c) hair.

"That looks super good. I can see Sugawara now, but that's a gross image."

"That's pretty!"

I turn around to what (bsf/n) was talking about stopping in my tracks to see a light yellow bra. It was pure lace but the silky kind, white ribbon-type fabric hooked it in the middle with a small red rose attached. The pantie's were high waisted. The fabric was silky lace that matched the bra but in the back.... well there really is no back. It's just a white ribbon that connects with the rest of the fabric making a bow. This looks like something Kou would like.  I pick it up, pulling her to the register.

~~~~~

(bsf/n) and I walk arms linked, towards the food court to see the boys at a table on their phones. She immediately unhooks our arms when her eyes fall on Sugawara and books it towards him. She clings onto him causing him to be startled.

"Hi baby!" I place a kiss on Bokuto's pouting lips.

"I missed chu!" He gives me puppy dog eyes and shoves his head in my chest. Then suddenly shoots up and tries to take my bag from my hands.

"Kou!"

"What did you get me?"

"Nothing."

Then... Bokuto becomes depressed Bokuto making me sigh.

~~~~~

"Ngh! S-Suga!"

Seriously?

SERIOUSLY!

"mmph." Bokuto murmured in his sleep as he pushed his head further into my lap. I slam my head back into the headboard.

"SHUT THE HELL UP WILL YA? WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP!" Kageyama's voice booms throughout the walls.

As if hes any better. To be honest Bokuto and I don't have sex often. Bokuto never seems to be interested in it even if Kuroo and he only talks about ass and boobs. When ever I seem to be in the mood he brushes it off.

Maybe I'm not attractive in that way?

No.. No, I can't think like that. Gosh, I need to get the shower.

I tuck my hands under Bokuto's head, softly rubbing my thumbs on the sides of his temples before gently lifting him off of my lap and putting him on the light blue pillow. I smile softy, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of his temple.

I unfold my legs from under me and get off the bed, walking into the bathroom that was connected to my room. I didn't bother closing the door as there was really no reason too. I pinch the fabric of my sweater, pulling it over my head sloppily. I turn to the mirror and trace my finger over my tummy. I pinch the fat in between my fingers, grimacing. I tilt my head. Am I beautiful? I never really thought so until Bokuto. I always knew that I was mediocre. I was such a mediocre person that even for someone like Bokuto to like me was hard to believe. Before I never thought I would like someone like Bokuto, but now it feels like I can't even breath without him.

If I'm not physically attractive then him not wanting sex is understandable, right? I mean I wouldn't want to have sex with me either. When is the last time we even had sex? Four months ago? No. Longer. It shouldn't matter but I've been so horny lately.

I slip my leggings off my legs along with my black underwear. I walk to the shower turning it on before slipping off my bra. I step in the shower, the blazing hot water trickling onto my skin, leaving a satisfying feeling rave through my body. I shut the glass door and lean my forehead against the wall. I bite my lip and hold myself from crying. I'm really not that pretty. Not enough for him.

"Why did I even buy that lingerie? I'm not pretty to pull it off. He would never want me to. I'm... I'm useless. I'm just better off-"

"Shh. You're beautiful, my beautiful baby." Light kisses were pressed under my ear. When did he get in here?

"K-Kotaro.."

"Shh."

Arms circle around my waist and pulls my back side against his. Fingers trail down my tummy, dipping down to my hot sex. I twirl my head up to meet his gaze. My (e/c) eyes meet his bright yellow orbs. A dominating stare glares into my soul. Bokuto's fingers circle around my clit slowly as his other hand trails up to my breast and pinches my nipple lightly.

"So fucking beautiful."

Bokuto's head dips down to my neck, his lips planting a light kiss. Light licks against my skin send shivers down my spine while Bokuto's fingers get rougher and slowly starts to put them in. His finger stretches my walls as he gently puts two more  in.

"Ah, Koatro-"My head slams back as he roughly plunges his fingers in and out, sliding them in and out as if it was the easiest thing he has ever done. My legs begin quiver as I try to hopelessly grip onto the wall to keep me up.

"Cum baby, my beautiful baby."

As if in on cue my orgasm takes over as light moans leave my mouth. Right as I cum Bokuto takes out his fingers and replaces them with a bigger thing.

My walls stretch as Bokuto slides in his cock, a small bite is placed on my shoulder. The feeling of Bokuto's wet hair falls onto my shoulder as slight gasps escape from him as he get's rougher. He goes deeper and the deeper he goes is as if I can feel it further in my stomach.

"Ah shit, you feel so fucking good. Good baby, good baby. Mmm so fucking beautiful."

Our moans bounce off the walls as he plunges. I feel his arm reach down and lift my leg slowly in the air. His other hand falling on my hip.

"Ngh!" I slam my head against the wall, biting my lip. Fuck Oh mighty Asahi.

"Shit."

The water falls on our backs as we both cum in agony.

"I love you, puppy."

"I love you too, owl."

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[sweet-villain]

Your Beautiful Locks~ B.H

Tags : @pleasantlycrazyworld @tlclick73 @bookshelf-dust @eddiesdruid @moonchildquinn @ceriseheaven

@bookshelf-dust asked:

since you wanted billy thoughts…

billy brushing your hair for you when you’re too tired. billy learning to braid your hair. billy giving you head scratches often when he figures out you like them.

something for you to think about <33

Author's Note : I wanted to turn this into a one shot, I fell in love with the way I wrote Billy in this one. Also, Sav has long locks therefore I got so inspired by her hair in this one.

He watched as you walked into the classroom, your hair flowing down your back and some to the front and he almost gasped seeing how beautiful it was.

He never in his life saw how beautiful hair can look on a person. You dropped down into the seat in front of him and leaned forward letting the light from the window hit your hair showing how shiny it was and he could smell the sweet scent from you.

You smelled really good or was it the hair? He nibbled on the end of his pencil as he examined your hair wondering what it would feel like if he ran his fingers through your hair.

You knew who he was as he strutted around the school with Tommy H and Carol by his side like two lost puppies. Every girl wanted a piece of him and every guy wanted to be like him. 

Billy Hargrove. 

You weren’t really bothered that he was the new boy toy of Hawkins High.

You knew very little about him and yet you barely showed any interest since he came into the school. Billy had noticed that you were close friends with Steve Harrington.

What did you see in him? He took notice the way you would laugh at Steve’s jokes and have Steve walk you to class.

His eyes followed your every movement in the hallway and when he was waiting for Max, his step sister in the parking lot. 

You leaned back into your seat letting your hair hide behind the chair with some strands in the front that Billy knew for sure you were playing with as you focused on reading the text in the textbook in front of you. 

He reached out with his hand. His fingertip mere inches away from your hair as he debated whether to pull it or not.

A smirk reaches his lips as he follows through with a yank on your hair. Your head bounces back with pain as you turned around, glaring at the culprit to find a smirking Billy Hargrove staring at you. 

“ What?” You spatted gripping the back of your hair, rubbing it from the pain. 

“ What are you reading?” He asks, leaning closer causing your eyes to widen and breath hitches as his scent hits your nose. He was too close for you comfort and he knew that. He knew you were a shy little one and he liked that about you. 

“ Class work” you answered him as you pointed with your finger to the open text book. His eyes fall onto the text and scrunches up his nose.

“ That’s so boring” he says as he sits back down and slouches in his seat. The pencil in his hands taps on the desk. 

“ Is that all?” You asked, waiting to see what he really wanted. He shrugs in an answer, not really giving you much. You huffed turning back around in your seat to focus what the teacher was writing on the board. 

You felt eyes on the back of your head knowing that Billy’s the one watching you.

He frowns when you take your hair and put it around you shoulder giving him no longer access to stared at your beautiful hair or reach out to touch it.

The bell rang causing Billy to blink his eyes as he watched you stand up from your seat and take your books in your hands. He watches as your hair returns to flow down your back and his mind wondered what it would be like if he gripped on it while taking you from behind. 

He stood up to follow you out the door of the classroom in hopes to catching up with you when he notices sight of Steve waiting for you. He grumbles underneath his breath and catches Steve’s eyes. 

“ Hargrove” Steve greets him. 

“ Harrington” you were surprised to see Billy behind you, he usually stayed a bit later in the class taking his time like always. 

Your eyes lock with Billy as he looks over at you, with a slight smirk he reaches over to brushes your hair away from your face. The one strand that seemed to get in your face. 

“ Oh thanks” your cheeks hinted red feeling his finger tips brush your hair aside.

Billy nodded as he walked away. That was the first time Billy was sorta nice to you in his own way. 

-

Billy frowned when he caught sight of your hair this time in a long braid and some strands were hanging on the side of your face. It’s been a long day.

He could tell from the look on your face that you have had a day where you looked exhausted. It must been the studying you’ve been doing for the upcoming exams you had. 

“ You okay?” He asked, his voice filling with concern as he sat by at lunch. You were taking out your lunch when you heard the sound of his voice.

Your head turned meeting those blue eyes of his and those curls that were in perfect form surrounding his face. 

You looked around thinking he was talking to someone else but when you find out that’s it’s you he’s talking to, you are confused. Why all of sudden Billy Hargrove show’s he cares? 

“ Are you talking about me?” You asked, just to make sure he’s talking to you and not someone else that passed by or something. He nods his head with a small chuckle. 

“ I’m fine” you answer him, showing him one of those fakes smiles that he knows is not real. You can’t fool him, he knows how its like to muster up a fake happiness or something to make it look like you were okay. 

“ What’s bothering you?” He sits besides you, facing you with one hand supporting his head as his tries to catch your eye.

Your eyes stay on the chipped table with your lunch unpacked as you try to find an answer for him then what he has heard already from you. You weren’t really sure why Billy out of everyone was concerned for you. 

“ Just some exams” he nods and lays his other hand on your thigh. The heat from his palm spreads through you causing your cheeks to redden and eyes falling on his hand. It was big and his touch made you feel different. 

“ You’re really smart. You’ll ace them” he says. “ Nothing to worry about, you’re a nerd. Nerds always get good grades” he shrugs. 

You turned your head finally to meet his gaze which caused happiness through him but he didn’t show it as he simply rose his hand and put some of your hair behind your ear. 

The feeling made your breath hitch as his fingertip brush against your cheeks. His fingers linger over your cheeks expecting you to pull away from his touch. But you don’t. His knuckles brush against the side of your cheeks feeling the softness of your skin.

Now, if anyone looked over to watch you two, it looked like the two of you were dating. But you weren’t.

Billy seems to like your company and likes being near you. You can tell from the look on his face and the softness in his eyes. 

From across the table Carol smacked her gum as she eyed Billy and your moment that you two were having and she had the look of disgust on her face.

Why was Billy around a nerd? Especially you? Carol never seemed to like you in the first place because you were the girl in the class that was the top student and you always knew the answer to every question. 

She scoffed as she nudged Tommy in the arm and motioned her head towards where you sat. Tommy eyes followed where she was looking and shifted in his seat when he noticed the way Billy was looking at you.

“ Looks like Hargrove got a thing for the nerd” Tommy says, with a laugh. 

“ She’s such a joke” Carol says with an eye roll. 

-

Your hair flowed in the wind as you ran around the race track for gym, you didn’t really feel like it today but the coach decided there wasn’t going to be any sort of slacking today. They were in a mood today. Carol and Tommy hanged by the fence that surrounded the track eyeing you as you ran around. 

“ Hey Y/N!” Carol called out to you. You paused running when you heard your name being called in the distance and notice that Carol was waving you over.

What did she want? Did she want you to do her homework? You slowly walked over to the fence and looked back to see if the coach was paying attention that you stopped.

They were too busy talking to someone else to notice you. You turned to look at her with a glare on your face.

“ Easy killer, we just wanna talk” Tommy says as he smirked eyeing you.

Carol smacked her gum as she walked around the fence that had the little opening and stood there with her hands on her hips. 

“ You know Billy doesn’t even like you? He’s only paying attention to you because you might be a good shag for him” she says. 

Your jaw tightens as you were ready to lay a punch on her when Tommy stepped in. 

“ Woah their killer, we just wanted to warn you. Billy doesn’t do relationship especially with nerds” He says with a shrug. 

“ You’re only going to end up crying your little poor heart out for him. He can get better, you know? Just look at you” you looked down at yourself in the gym uniform and your shoes as you look back at her. 

“ What do you want?” You spatted, having enough of this from them. You already knew Billy was out of your league and he would not go for a girl like you. 

Carol took the gum from her mouth and took the ends of your hair. 

“ Such pretty hair. Shame it has to be ruined” you were confused on what she meant by this but your eyes widen when the smack of gum latches onto your hair. 

“ Why did you do that for?!” You asked tugging your hair away from him and bringing the hair with gum for a closer look.

“ Next time, don’t flirt with Billy or next time I’ll cut your hair” Carol spatted as she walked away with a snickering Tommy by her side.

Your eyes brim with tears as you excused yourself to the coach telling him you needed to use the bathroom and rushed through the halls of the school passing by Billy who walked out of the class room.

He stopped in his tracks watching you run into the bathroom with an unhappy look on your face.

His gut told him to follow you and he walked into the bathroom hearing sniffles as you tried to get the gum out of your hair.

You were sitting on the ground with your knees to your chest and the look on your face broke Billy’s heart. 

“ What happened?” He asked as he kneeled down in front of you. You showed him the hair containing with gum.

“ Who did it?” 

Your lip quivered as you shook your head. You didn’t want to cause any trouble. 

“ I want to help” Billy says. Your sniffling stopped as you looked at him. 

“ Why are you being so nice to me?” He shrugged, hiding it really well that he was into you but he was scared. 

“ That’s not really an answer, Hargrove” 

“ Peanut Butter will get it out” he motions to the gum in your hair. “ Or ice cubes” he adds. He raises up on the floor and asks you again, “ who did it?”

He knows it could’t be you accidentally putting gum into your hair and crying your eyes out in the bathroom. 

“ Your friends” you tell him, standing up. His fist balled to his side, “ They aren’t my friends and I’ll handle it” he says through his gritted teeth. 

“ Billy it’s okay” he shook his head reaching out to wipe one of the tears that ran down your cheek. It was sweet. 

“ I’ll take care of it, take your books and go to your locker. I am taking you home” he informed you. 

Before he got a chance to walk out the door, he stopped hearing a small thank you from you causing him to smile.

He left the bathroom to find Tommy and Carol in need to talk to them. You made some excuse for the coach that you felt like throwing up and he let you get changed.

You hurried to your locker pausing as you heard, “ I’m sorry Billy!” And then what sounds like a crack and punching. You rounded the corner to look seeing Billy on top of Tommy punching his face in while Carol stared in shock with a hand on her mouth. 

“ You don’t touch her, or look at her ever again! Do you hear me?!” Billy shouted raising Tommy by his shirt and shaking him.

“ I promise!” There was blood gushing out from Tommy’s nose and you were sure that Billy had broken it.

Your backpack hung on your shoulder as you hurried outside to stand by Billy’s car.

You waited for him to emerge outside and five minutes later he did. His curls bouncing in each step as he hurried to the car. 

He wasn’t about to get detention for what he did to Tommy. He didn’t need that. Not when he wanted to get you home and making sure you were okay.

Even if it’s just gum in your hair. But he had a feeling that your hair meant more to you than anything. It was beautiful as you. 

The drive to your house was quiet as he took turns. How did he know where to go? 

“ I passed by your house a couple of time, always seeing you outside on the steps reading a book or drawing in your notebook” he says.

How could he not pass your house? He watched your hair blow in the wind every time wanting nothing more than to stop and runs his fingers through your hair. 

“ Thank you” you pointed behind you motions to the school, “ I saw what you did to Tommy” the grip on the steering wheel tightened as he nodded his head.

“ He won’t be bothering you anymore” Billy looked over and you caught the look in his eyes.

It was a look that told you that you were safe and nothing was going to harm you as long as he was around. Your hand falls onto his arm making him stiff in his seat.

He wasn’t used to someone being so gently with him and being protective over someone other than himself. 

“ Thank you” you tell him again knowing he doesn’t get to hear those words often.

There was something about him that made you feel like you needed to tell him words that he needed to hear. He stopped right before your house, parking just a few feet away and sat in the car facing forward. 

“ Do you want to come in?” You asked him, “ I can clean these off” you tapped on the knuckles of his hand. There were a few scratches on them but there was blood on them.

“ You can’t go home like that, your parents might ask questions” he stiffed at the mention of his parents. You had no idea of his home life and he liked to keep it like that. 

“ Sure” he answers as he follows you out of his car. He follows you to the front of the steps waiting for you to unlock the door. The house is empty when you stepped inside.

He wondered where your family was at. The sound of meows fills his ears as two cats walk down the steps to greet you with their heads rubbing against your heads. 

“ These are my babies, don’t be afraid” you tell Billy. The two cats notices another presence in the house and make their way over to him as they sniff around his legs and rubs against him. 

“ They like you” you watch them for a moment before Billy leaned down and reached out his hand.

One of them smelled his hand while the other reached up for some pets laying the paws on his knee. The smile lit up on Billy’s face as he reached out to pet both of them. 

“ They really must like you if they let you pet them right away” you stood there with one hand on the stairs just watching as your cats were falling in love with Billy.

He stood back as he turned to look at you. You were too lost in your thought to notice he was standing back up when his hand reached out to brush your hair away from your face.

The bloodied hand in your vision. You reached for his wrist and tug him leading him up the stairs to your room. He looked around as you went to get some first aid kit to patch him up.

He got a big scratch that seemed to be bleeding without him noticing and a wet cloth too. When you came back he was by your dresser examining the jewelry you had there in a small bowl. 

“ Some of the jewelry there was my grandmother’s, she gave it to me as a gift to remember her by” your voice caused him to jump as he remembered where he was at.

“ One of the rings there, my grandfather gave it to her when they got married. She wanted me to have it and said it looked prettier on my hand. I didn’t want to take it but she insisted.” 

“ Do you not see her anymore?” You shook your head. 

“ She’s only a phone call away and it’s really hard to go visit her this time around” you make your way over to him and lead him to your bed pushing him down. 

“ If you wanted me in bed so much, you had to just ask” he smirks making you roll your eyes.

“ Shut it, Hargrove” he laughed and you swore it was the most beautiful sound you ever heard. 

Billy watched as you cleaned him up and patched the wound that was bleeding before catching him off guard as you laid a small kiss on it. His cheeks redden as you do so. 

“ What was that for?” He asks. 

“ A kiss always makes the wound heal quicker” that was the moment that Billy was sure he was more into you than he thought he was.

You were adorable. His hand reached out poking at the gum in your hair. 

“ Let’s take care of that” He stood back up and your breathe hitched as he towered over you, eyes locked with yours. You two stood there for a moment like that before Billy took you downstairs where your cats followed you. 

“ Where is your peanut butter or ice cubes?” He looked around at the small kitchen, not really used to being the one to take care of someone. It was always he took care of himself. 

“ Cupboard or over there” you pointed over where the ice is if he chose that one.

But he chose to look into the cupboards for the peanut butter but your cats had another idea as they bounced on him for some attention.

He laughed as he reached over to pet them but he laid on the kitchen ground with your cat licking at him and purring against him. It was a picture perfect moment to capture on camera. 

You made your way over to him to join him on the ground and one of the cats made their way over to you and jumping onto you. 

“ Hi baby” you greeted them, petting them as you laid a kiss on top of their heads. Billy watched as you do, a small smile on his face as he sat up and reached for the peanut butter.

You hadn’t noticed what he was doing while you paid attention to your cats.

“ All done” he says with a paper towel in his hand as there was the gum wrapped into it.

You can see the pink color peeking through it. You set your cat down and looked down at the ends of your hair seeing the peanut butter stuck your hair together and it needs to be washed. 

“ Thank you Billy” you whispered quietly but he heard it as he tossed the paper towel out and leaned against the kitchen counter with his hands gripping the back of it as he nodded his head.

He watched as you rinse your hair in the sink with the dish soup for now since you didn’t want to go upstairs to wash it.

“ It’s going to smell like it now” your nose scrunched up making you look cute as ever. Just as Billy thought. 

“ I should go” he stood up properly and headed to the door with you hot on his tails. His hand was on the door turning around to look at you once more.

You were seeing a different side of Billy today and it was throwing you off. He always had to put up a face and now he was being soft and precious. You just wanted to hold him. 

He walked out the door and back into his car mumbling to himself that you made him so soft and he wasn’t used to this feeling. 

-

You were happily sleeping in your bed when there was a knock on your window.

Your eyebrows scrunched up together thinking it was nothing when you heard it again. Your eyes fluttered open looking into the darkness of your room until your eyes sees figure standing near your bedroom window.

You slowly sat up in bed and rub your eyes and stood up from the bed as you made your day over to the window.

You weren’t too sure who it was until you heard your name being called. It was Billy. It was really late. Why was he coming over here? 

You opened the window and stepped back , letting him inside.

He stood there with his curls not really bouncy as usual, they were distraught on his head and his eyes were casted down on the carpet dressed in jeans and a white tank top.

But it’s not what you noticed the most. It was the bruise on his cheek and the busted lip.

“ What happened?” You asked rushing him to the bed as he sat down on the edge of it.

His eyes brimmed with tears as his body shook in fear. Something or someone looked like they spooked him. You have never seen him like this. 

“ Billy?” You called out to him but he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your stomach soaking your shirt with tears. The sight of him crying breaks your heart. “ What happened?” 

He shook his head as he hugged you tighter. He wasn’t ready to tell you what happened.

He was scared what you might think of him and his home life. Instead you reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, he nuzzled his nose into your stomach holding back a moan in as he looks up at you with teary eyes. 

“ Do you want to stay here for the night?” You asked.

His searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation and he found none, he slowly nodded his head letting his hands let go of your waist. You stepped back to let him get undressed if he chose to. 

“ I have a pair of gym shorts that you can use to sleep in if you want to” 

He sniffled as he shook his head starting to unbutton his shirt. He felt your gaze on him and looked up, chuckling.

“ You like what you see?” He teased letting go off his shirt letting it hang open that you can see his chest, the necklace hanging around his neck. 

“ I do, you’re beautiful” his face turned into shock feeling his heart race at your words. No other girl has ever called him that. 

He cleared his throat as a hint of red reached his cheeks and shrugged off the shirt as he unbutton his pants, with the belt and tugged them down.

He wore simple black boxers with an elastic band in sight. He stepped out of them and picked up his clothes placing them on the chair in the corner of the room. You removed the blanket off your bed and looking back over to him. 

“ Do you want to slide in first or should I?” 

“ You first” you nodded as you slide into your bed making yourself comfy as Billy followed you and settled down next to you. You let out a yawn and buried your nose into the pillow.

Billy turned to face you as he watched your eyes fluttered close and some strands of hair fallen into your face shielding it. His hand came up and moved your hair out of your face and your eyes.

Your nose scrunched up in a cute way that Billy wanted to lean over to kiss it. 

“ Thank you” you heard him. A small smile appeared on your face as your hand reached out to grab onto his, and give it a squeeze.

“ You’re safe here” those words melted his heart as he closed his eyes, getting tired himself. 

Billy was sure he was falling in love with you. 

-

You had your notes and post cars by your side and leaning against Billy as the both of you were going over the upcoming exam you both had.

Your eyes kept fluttering and you couldn’t stop biting your lip feeling his fingers run through your hair, he has been giving you head scratches for almost an hour now.

It was his break from the studying you have been doing. He was getting the topic and he was smart knowing the answers. 

“ We’re not going to get any studying done if you keep doing that” you were holding back a moan, it was getting harder and harder as he continued.

“ But you like them” Billy says as he leans forward with his chest pressed against your back. The two of you were getting closer and closer. He had opened up about his home life and stayed most of the nights with you.

He didn’t want to deal with Neil and he drove you to school. Everyone already thought you were Billy’s girl and you were more than okay with it.

The conversation didn’t happen between the two of you, it didn’t really need to since Billy has been spending all his time with you and focusing his attention only on you. 

-

You lifted up the notes and waved them at him. 

“ A couple of more and then we can go grab a bite to eat. Yeah?” You asked. He grumbled underneath his breath as he leaned back and sighed.

He didn’t really like school or studying but he wanted to finish school that he could spend more time with you and take you back to California.

The two of you talked about and he wanted to show you where he felt at home, at peace and the most happiest. But you were a part of his happiness too. 

“ You’re going to be the death of me, doll” he mumbles taking your hair as he got to work on braiding it. His fingers were and focused on what he was doing that he kept missing the questions you were asking him.

“ Billy?” You called out to him to only receive no answer but you didn’t feel your hair on your back anymore.

Then you gasped when the braid appear around and on the side. Billy had been learning how to braid hair, he had to ask Max for help telling her if she told anyone then he would break her skateboard. 

“ How did you?” You turned to look at him as his cheeks hinted red, looking away and down at his hands.

“ Billy” you called out to him. He didn’t look up at you as he was too shy to admit he learned this for you. Two fingers rose his head to meet your gaze. 

“ Did you do this to impress me?” 

“ Yes, I wanted to do something for you. You’re always looking out for me and I always wanted to play with your hair. Now that I know how to braid, I can do it more often.” 

“ You didn’t have to” He shrugged. 

“ It was nothing” 

“ Awe Billy, you’re adorable” you threw your arms around him once you fully turned around, straddling his lap.

His hands laid on your hips as he looked into your eyes. Your smile dropped as the room got thicker and he looked at you like he could give you the world right now. He would if he could. 

“ You’re beautiful” he says. His eyes drop down to your lips before looking back into your eyes.

You mustered up the courage to lean forward and he met you half way as his lips fallen on yours into a dance.

Your hands went into his curls causing him to moan as you tugged on them while his hands squeezed at your waist while he kissed you. He slowly pulled away, his breath fanning over your face. 

“ Does this mean your officially my girl?” He asked with hope in his eyes. 

“ I thought I already was” you squealed when he moved that he was on top and you laid on the ground looking up at him. 

“ You’re beautiful too, Billy Hargrove. You always were” his smile widen as he leaned down pecking your lips, pecking your nose too because he always wanted to and went back to your lips where for the rest of the studying session he couldn’t stop kissing you.

You were more than okay with that.

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The Flowers of Waverley Road, Part 2

You Can Have it All

Summary:  you have a suitor

Pairings:  Ari Levinson X Reader (Lavender)

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, choking, female masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, mentions of forced arranged marriages, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.2K

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You flutter your eyes open as the first ray of light shines through your windows.  Groaning, you flip to the side away from the window and deeper into your pillows, but the damage is done.  It was enough movement, and enough irritation to your eyes that you can’t sleep.  Sitting up in the bed isn’t much better.  A bedroom for a child.  You hated coming to this house.  It was secluded and away from everything, and your father still insisted on having you put up in a room fit for a ten year old princess.

Things are too fluffy, and too pink, and too…childish.  How were you ever going to get Ari inside of you if this was your room?  He would see this space and think of you as a child.  It would never do.  But what would even be better is a swim to clear your mind, and think of a way to let your father change things a bit.  At least it could keep you busy.

Hopping out of the bed, you start towards the closet, but stop almost immediately.  No one should be here, save for Ari, and possibly Tyler.  He was always here.  If you are to be here with them, you should be able to have fun, right?

And what better way to get Ari’s attention than being naked, again?  With a smirk you walk down the grand staircase.  This house has way too much space for one person, and yet here you were.  That stupid ass rule of Ari not being allowed in the house.  Tyler was, but he wasn't supposed to be too close.  That didn’t work out well the last time.  

Going to the fridge, you’re at least thankful that the chef had prepared some food for you to eat.  Making adorable little fruit cups that you grab, and a bottle of water before walking out to the pool.  Tyler was most likely around, somewhere, but who cares? You take off your shirt, throwing it to the side when he clears his throat, and you swish to the side, showing off way too much of your body.

“Cover yourself up,” Tyler grunts at you, lifting his head up to the sky.

“Aww, Ty Ty, you don’t want to look?” Another grunt alerts you that he didn’t want to look at your body.

He lowers his gaze to look at you as he steps forward.  Reaching a hand to touch your hip.  It wasn’t the same as when Ari touched you, but there was a bit of a tingle.  Excitement over what he was going to do, “Cover yourself up.”

“What if I don’t want to?” This wasn’t going how you thought.  Tyler wasn’t interested.  Always business with him.

“I really don’t give a fuck.  There will be someone working here.  You also have a visitor today, and trust me, he doesn’t want to see you strutting around like a little whore.  Cover yourself up, and get back in the fucking house.  You’re puppy dog eyes and hard nipples won’t work on me,” Tyler drops his hand off your hip, and you turn away.  Grabbing up your shirt, and yogurt parfait.  Tears start to fill your eyes.

“It worked with Violet,” you mumble over your breath, and Tyler jerks you towards his body.  Your things drop to the ground, and your yogurt parfait shatters onto the pavement.  Lip trembling when his hand holds tight to your neck.

“You better keep your mouth shut.  If you want someone to fuck you so bad, I’m sure the gentleman coming by today would have no problem leaning you over the table and taking you from behind.  And you would do best to keep your mouth shut about Violet.  You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You fucked her first.  Beat Jack to what he paid for,” you try to cover up your chest now.  Awkwardly wrapping your arms around your body so he couldn’t see anything.  The thrill was gone.  You were afraid of the man that was supposed to be your guard.  “You took her…”

“It was consensual.  The only time she had sex that really was.  You think her life is easy?  Sold off to an old man just so your father could get money.  She lays on her back or is on her knees every night while Jack takes what he wants.  I did your sister a fucking favor.  Yeah, we fucked.  She asked me to.  She didn’t want the first time she laid down with a man to be a contract.  But you being desperate with every dick that comes here is going to get you in trouble.  Not everyone in this world is kind.  And if your father knew that his daughter was soiled before Jack got to her, there would be hell to pay for both me and her.  Is that what you want?” Tyler’s growls turn to whispers in your ear, and he lowers his hand from around your neck when Ari walks towards the house.  

“Everything okay?” He shouts, and you nod your head, grabbing up your shirt to pull over yourself up.  “You sure?”

“She said she was fine, Levinson.  Sometimes she just needs a reminder on how to be a good little girl,” his mouth gets right at your ear, and you shudder.  “Keep your mouth closed about your sister.  You have no idea the game you’re getting into.  Get dressed, and decent.  You will have a visitor later.  Keep your tits covered.”

You didn’t like it.  In fact you hated it.  Hated Ari having to see you in that vulnerable state, but worse, hearing Tyler’s words.  He didn’t ask you how you knew what he and Violet were doing, but you know what you saw.  Violet had a man in her room, and it wasn’t the man she was going to marry.  

Huffing in frustration, you stomp up to your room.  Irritated and hungry.  He ruined your breakfast, and your swim.  Why did he have to be here?  Tyler had fucked many women, you was sure of that.  But you didn’t understand how your sister got to be a withering little thing under someone, in this very house.  What were the parameters of that relationship?  How did Violet approach Tyler?

Getting frustrated even more you look at that stupid giant teddy bear.  He was mocking you.  It wasn’t fair.  Everyone had left you, leaving you in this hell hole all alone.  No one trusted you or told you what was going on.  They treated you like a child.  A stupid baby.  You aren’t either.  You are tired of the lies and secrets that everyone seemed to keep from you.

Slamming that teddy bear flat on the bed, you pull off your shorts, and move to straddle it.  Slowly starting to grind on the stuffed animal.  Lifting your head back to the ceiling as you try and work out your frustrations.  Stunted, and didn’t even know it.  Begging for something you just didn’t understand.  Awkward in ways, and oh so desperate for attention and love.

Gyrating over the bear, you try and get out of your head.  Try to forget about the people coming and going in this house.  Rocking over it harder has your moaning, angrily searching for relief, and wishing the bear could touch you back.  Your hands grip your tits, and you give them a pinch as you say Ari’s name out loud.  He would touch you.  He wouldn’t leave you to do all the work.

A tap on the window has you screeching, and scrambling off the toy.  Rolling over on the bed, you use the teddy to cover yourself up, but Ari gives you a bit of a wave, “Why don’t you open the window?”

“You gonna come in here and fuck me?” You were right at the precipice of release, and he interrupted things.  It was the least he could do.

“No,” he answers abruptly.  You were a joke to everyone.  “But I will watch you put on a show for me.  See you fuck your toy, pretending it was me,” your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and your vision goes red.  Just how long was he watching you?  And who would he tell?  “I could always teach you how to suck cock.”

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” if he was going to mock you, you weren’t going to be sucking his dick.

“Didn’t stop me last time.  Come on, princess.  Let ole Ari in.  If you don’t want the teddy, you want that desperate little pussy to straddle my thighs while I suck on those titties? I’ll let you move on me like you did that toy.  Yeah, I know you do.  Want my fingers to fuck that tight little twat,” he starts to chuckle when your hips start hunching the air.  “You are a needy little thing, and I’m trying to help you.  You said no sex last time.”

“But there’s a bed this time,” you counter.  If he was going to make fun of you, he could at least fuck you.

“Oh, well, maybe we should get to know each other first.  Open the window, and I’ll do whatever you want me to, besides fucking.  It’ll be our little secret,” walking to the window, you unlock it, allowing him entrance into your room.  Trying to cover yourself up as best you can.

Ari backs you up to the bed, and you slowly sink down, gulping as he spreads your legs, “You can make me stop at any time, okay?” He asks, licking his lips like he was about to get the best meal of his life.

“Okay,” nodding eagerly he presses one hand on your stomach, and the other slides up your leg.  Reaching your lips, he pulls them apart wide, and kitten licks your bundle of nerves.  Tongue flicking over your bean when you whimper, “What are you doing?”

“I am going to make you feel really good, and you’re going to talk to me.”

“But…”

“Shh,” he whispers, swiping two fingers up your slit.  “You want me to fuck you?” You don’t hesitate to nod your head.  It was finally going to happen.  All your sisters had lost their virginity in this very house, but you hadn’t expected this.  “Well, let me have some fun stretching you out.  No sex today.”

You give him a little whine, but it changes to mewls as those two fingers slip into your warmth, and you look down between your legs watching him work your tight hole.  Pumping his thick digits into you, and scissoring his finger.  Stretching out the skin as much as he can, “I know.  That is a big stretch.  My cock is much thicker.  Now tell me, what was happening between you and the guard.”

“He hates seeing me.”

“Why?” Ari’s brow cocks up, and his thumb adds pressure to your clit.  Sound turns to static, and you hear nothing at all only feel.  Feel him giving you the most pleasure you have ever felt in your life, “Uh uh.  I asked you a question.”

“He took Violet’s virginity.  I saw them in her room the night before her wedding.”

“Doesn’t matter.  He just keeps people away from you.  It’s his job.  What isn’t his job is fucking your sister.  Why did he send you inside?” There was more to that interaction, and Ari needs to know what was going on in this weird little house.

“Ah, Ari,” you moan prayers up to the ceiling.  His fingers were magical, and you couldn’t wait to feel the rest of him.  “Ari!”

“You quit answering me, I quit fingering you.  Why did Tyler send you inside?”

“Someone’s coming,” Ari knew it.  Magnus was setting his daughters up as bait.  Depending on who was coming to see you would change the way that Ari felt.  

“You’re not going to come if you don’t tell me who.  Who would be coming all the way out here?”

“A man,” Ari’s fingers start to slow down, and you become desperate to feel some relief.  “It’s what daddy always does.  He brings men out here to see us.  Men that want to marry us.  I whined, and — and…someone is probably coming to look at me.”

Ari wants to vomit.  Magnus was parading his daughters around like cattle.  Especially the youngest two.  All but two were married off.  “Why isn’t Lotus married?”

“She can’t have kids,” this man could pull out every bit of information he wanted at this moment.  You are completely pliable to his motions. It wasn’t Ari’s favorite thing, but you were proving to be useful.

“What?  What do you mean, she can’t have kids?”

“She…she was sick when she was younger.  Nobody wants her because — because,” your walls are clenching around his fingers.  You had been most helpful, but you still had yet to divulge what he really needed to know.  Judging by the pupils of your eyes and how wide they were blown, it was amazing he had gotten that information from you.  

He pumps himself in and out of your warmth, waiting on you to see fireworks before he questions some more.  A man was coming by to see you.  That was making things a bit difficult.  Magnus was speeding things up.  But the question still remained, would it be a quick courting like how Jack wanted Violet right away.  Or would it be a long drawn out relationship like how August was with Orchid.  August actually valued his wife.  Jack treated Violet like his property.

You lay back on the bed, letting Ari take all that he wanted of you.  Screaming out in pleasure before you start to see stars.  He was definitely better than a teddy bear.  Pulling his fingers out of your warmth, he rubs your slick over your puffy lips before he sucks his fingers dry.  “What happened to Lotus?”

“She had surgery, and she can’t have kids,” your voice was light as air.  You were going to be so easy.  “That’s why she’s alone.”

“Nick?”

“Business partner,” you didn't know everything.  Blinded by your own needs, you didn’t even see that Lotus and Nick were completely in love, and she was fighting him.  At least Ari knew now.  Knew why Lotus was ‘undesirable’ by Magnus’ disgusting business partners.  It was obvious what Dahlia’s problem was.  Married to a criminal.  “Ari, can you marry me?”

“I’m not vying for your hand.  And who do you think is coming to visit you?”

“There’s a younger Bass,” Magnus was too predictable.  If he was going to be archaic he could spread out the wealth.  Marry his daughters off to other wealthy men.  “There’s more.”

“I bet there is.  Nothing like tight young pussy.  Princess, maybe you should sleep.  Will you let me know if Tyler tries to harm you again?” You give him a nod of your head and a tired smile.  “And maybe we can talk about your suitor tomorrow.  I just want to protect you.  This is a strange world you live in.  Maybe put on a show for me while I work.  I can reward you later.  It’ll be our little secret.  No one knows what you feel like.”

“You should just marry me,” desperate girl.  You were ready for the first man to give you any attention to open up.  Your father was despicable, but he was also going to get you in trouble.  This was not Ari’s mission, nor plan.  He didn’t know if your information would be useful, but the fact that you so easily shared things could come in handy.

“Close your eyes, and go to sleep,” he smirks, walking back to your window.  He hauls himself up onto the roof, and you flip to the other side, away from the window.  You wonder if this is what Violet felt before she got married.  Is that why she decided to give it up to Tyler?  

So many questions run through your mind.  You can hear Ari start beating on the roof, and there is no way you can sleep.  It was beautiful.  Wrong in so many ways.  Daddy would hate to know you were screwing around with someone not worth anything.  Looking at your phone, you grab it up, giving your favorite sister a call.

“Lavs, what is it you need, sissy?”

“Tyler won’t let me go outside,” straight to complaining.  If anyone could get something figured out about Tyler, it would be her.

Lotus rolls her eyes as she snaps her fingers at Nick to close the door.  “That is what he was instructed to do.  Daddy and Nick will be by later to bring someone to you.”

“It’s a future husband, isn’t it?”

“Not that simple.  There’s a few.  A twenty year old virgin worth millions, and a stake in Romano family business.  It’s a good deal,” Lotus hates the way those words roll off her tongue.  If she had it her way, this will be over before you are to be wed.

“How old are they?”

“None as old as Jack Bass.  Bart’s son is interested.  Along with his rival, and…why do you care?  Weren’t you whining the other day about getting married?  You have a long line of people wanting to marry you.  And need I remind you that Tyler sees everything?  Let’s not forget the cameras.  If daddy hears about you nude sunbathing, he will have a camera pointed right at your window.  Keep your naked tits inside.  Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Explain it to me,” you pretty much had an idea of what she was saying, but like everyone else in the family, they spoke in codes.  “I don’t think I quite understand.”

“Let’s say you want to take your future in your own hands, like the rest of us did, all in their own way.  If you expose yourself where there are cameras, or you flirt with the builder while your tits are hanging out, you better believe that the security detail to your bedroom will be higher.  Lavender, you were babied, and I fear you have no instinct on how to behave.  How to use your body for information.  How to take what you want and to not let any man tell her what she was going to get.  And if you want to fuck around with Ari, make sure you don’t do it where people can see.  Nick is no idiot.”

“Did he like what he saw?”

“No,” Lotus answers shortly.  “He thinks you look desperate and needy.  Said that he fears for girls that are willing to do anything for dick.  Just make sure you’re showered and dressed by five.  Nick will be there with someone for you to meet.  Daddy may or may not be there.  And Lavs, dress nice.  No tits hanging out.  You want to look demure, and unattainable.  You wanted a husband, so daddy is finding you one.”

You worry now if that’s ever really what you wanted.  A child making wishes for something she didn’t understand.  One thing you did know was that it was boring out here all alone.  You didn’t care if this visit didn’t amount to anything.  It was going to be nice not to have to eat alone.  Converse alone.  But to have actual conversations.  And someone to literally check you out.  That was the scary thought.  You didn’t realize all that had gone into finding Violet a husband.  And now you feared for this meeting.

“Lav, can you come downstairs?” You sit up on your bed, looking at Nick.  “There’s someone here that wants to meet you.”

“Is daddy here?” Nick shakes his head, and motions for you to follow him out the door.  He wouldn’t fully step foot into your bedroom.  “I don’t want to marry a Bass.”

“You wanted a husband.  Your father decided to open up the bids,” you gasp, staring at him horrified.  “Remember Lotus telling you to live your life when Violet was getting married?  This is how it works.  It’s not some fairytale fantasy.  Men pay your father a lot of money for you to take their last name.  Your father’s business continues running as it has been.  You wanted this.”

“It is a Bass, isn’t it?” Nick nods his head, and you want to whine more.  This is not what you were thinking when you said you wanted to get married.  Why were your sisters always right?  Why did they have the ability to foresee things such as this.

“He’s only a few years older than you,” you roll your eyes as you go to stand.  There was no arguing.  You were meant to be seen as an obedient woman.  “Hey,” Nick lifts your chin up to look at him, “It could be worse.”

“How so?”

“You could feel that you don’t deserve happiness because your father made you feel that way, so you run away from something that’s real.  But what would I know about that?” Maybe there was more to him and your sister, but right now you were miserable.  You didn’t want to meet this boy.  Not when Ari was just down the road.  “It’s just one meeting.  We don’t know if he’ll be interested in you past tonight.  Make the most of it.  Trust me,” he gives you a wink as he holds his arm out for you to go downstairs.

“What does that mean?” You hear him chuckle behind you, and you stop in the hallway, “What does that mean, Nicholas?  Why should I trust you?”

“Don’t Nicholas, me.  Only my — Lotus is the only one that can say that.  Trust me in the fact that nothing is always what it seems,” riddles.  There were always riddles when it came to this business.  Huffing out your irritation, you start walking forward, but Nick grabs your arm.

“Ari isn’t here by accident.  If he asks you questions, don’t resist answering.”

“I — I don’t.”

“No,” Nick shakes his head vigorously.  “Don’t…don’t fall for him.  He is a friend, but don’t…goddamit.  While you’re meeting with Chuck, I need to speak with Ari.  I knew your perky tits were going to be too much for him to resist.  That…no, Lavender.  Don’t.  You don’t know what you’re playing at.”

“Then tell me,” when Nick shakes his head, you spin on your heels.  Not saying another word as you walk down to the formal sitting area, and Chuck stands up immediately.  Re-buttoning his jacket as he bows his head towards you.  This wasn’t going to be the normal greeting.  He was being kind because he had an audience.  

You look back at Nick, and shake your head, “Don’t leave me,” you whisper.  Something about Chuck was setting off your alarms.  Instead of heading to the door, Nick walks over to the bar cart, asking what Chuck would want.

“Straight scotch.  And for you?” You want to vomit.  The sound of his voice was atrocious.  

“I don’t drink.  I’m not old enough.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I said, no,” his mouth tightens up, and you see his jaw pulsing.  You said the wrong thing.  And you didn’t care.  You meant what you said.  He could fuck all the way off for all you cared.  This was going to be a long night.

“Tyler,” Nick straightens his jacket as he watches you retreat upstairs for the night.  Dragging your feet up each step.  Putting on a show had exhausted you, and he saw the same thing he did with Violet.  A bit of your life fade away, “I thought I told you to make sure she kept her clothes on.”

“I suppose you want me to stand outside her bedroom and make sure her tits are properly covered before she leaves?” Tyler’s brow cocks up.  There was no taming a horny girl.

“Didn’t stop you before.  Everyone in this fucking house knows what you were doing.  They like you, so they’re keeping it from Magnus.”

“Everything I did was consensual.  Can Jack Bass say the same?  I saw her the other night.  Fucking skin and bones.  Magnus signed her life away the minute he agreed to that marriage.  He’s…”

“I know.  Why do you think we’re doing this?  You said yourself, you’re a soldier and that’s all you wanted to be.  You said you had no feelings for her.”

“I don’t!” Tyler shouts at him, starting to pace in the foyer.  “I told her I felt nothing.  The only thing I felt was the wetness between her legs,” Nick hits him hard on the shoulder, and Tyler shakes his head.  “You know what I mean.  She begged me.  That girl was sold to slaughter.  Magnus looks at his daughters only as cattle.  Breeding tools for sick and twisted men with deep pockets.  Even Orchid…”

“Is happily married.  Don’t bring up fucking breeding to me.  Don’t be an ass.  I get it.  Violet came to you.  She wanted to own something in her life.  Leave Orchid and August out of this, and remember your part.  We’re going to right what was wrong.  Do you understand, soldier?” Tyler responds with a grunt, and a quick nod.  “Make sure the alarms are on.  Don’t trust her.  She plays dumb.  I don’t think she’s as dumb as she wants us to believe.  Smart girl.”

Nick stares up the grand staircase before leaving for the evening.  He had a long drive, and he was ready to crawl into bed with a beautiful Lotus flower beside him.  But first, one more thing.  He needed to remind Ari what his part was.  And it didn’t include sex.  He couldn’t stop you, but he could stop Ari.  At least he hoped.

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[carewyncromwell]

After reading your Friendship Drabbles, I have a question for you; Which of our Hogwarts friends that we’ve rarely seen paired up or even never paired up before do you think would be really cool to see interact with each other?

Ooh, now that's an interesting thought! Hmm...well, one I liked including in those drabbles was Murphy McNully, Badeea Ali, Tulip Karasu, and Rowan Khanna as members of a Wizards' Chess Club! I liked the Chess sidequest Jam City wrote for the first three, and it just seemed so logical for Rowan to be among their ranks too. Rowan and McNully in particular I feel would find a lot of common ground, especially since they'd be in the same house.

Speaking of Rowan, I also really like the idea of Rowan and Ismelda Murk getting on better in years 5 and 6, especially if Rowan is sorted as Slytherin the way mine is! I feel like after MC helps Ismelda with her crush on Barnaby, Ismelda would open herself up a bit more to accepting help from other people in her year regardless of how different they are from her, and considering that Rowan and Ismelda are both so interested in History of Magic, I could totally see them striking up a (whispered) conversation or two over an essay in the library or something. One of my heacanons that admittedly flies in the face of the game is the idea that it's Ismelda who ultimately takes over teaching her class History of Magic in Rowan's stead after their death in year 6, and in my personal version of the Circle of Khanna, Ismelda actually joined the organization not just because Merula invited her to, but actively out of wanting justice for Rowan.

I also think Chiara Lobosca and Nymphadora Tonks would have developed a very close bond over time, both before and after school. Not only are their dormmates who quite frankly could learn a lot from each other, but I love the idea that half the reason Tonks is so blase and accepting about her future partner Remus Lupin being a werewolf is because she met and fully accepted Chiara first. I also really like the idea that Chiara was the one who put Tonks in contact with Lupin and the Order of the Phoenix in the very beginnings of the Second Wizarding War.

Speaking of dormmates, Charlie Weasley and Ben Copper were good friends at school, you can rip that idea out of my cold, dead hands. In my headcanon, I actually imagine Charlie -- in true Weasley fashion -- becoming a bit protective of Ben after Merula targeted him so openly in their first year for his ancestry. When Ben went through his radical transformation in year 6 and hexed Charlie, the two ended up in a full-on physical fight, though they mended fences when they helped co-found the Circle of Khanna.

Ravenclaw dormies Talbott Winger and Andre Egwu, on the other hand? I'm sorry, these two were always trading sassy barbed comments with each other, I don't make the rules. ("You aren't seriously thinking of going out to Hogsmeade in those, are you?" "I'm not the one strutting about in purple and white-striped pants." "They're lavender-and-white slacks. And they are fashionable, compared to -- whatever hokey American ridiculousness you've got strapped to your feet." "I'm surprised the supposed 'King of Fashion' doesn't know what cowboy boots are.")

Finally I love the idea of Chiara connecting really well with Talbott! I wrote Carewyn befriending these two back-to-back in her fourth year due to how well their side-quest plot lines synced up (and honestly, their introductory TLSQ's were among the best in the entire game, IMO) and I just love the thought that these two "Lone Wolves" in MC's year could find some fun common ground despite their shared tendency to ward people away from them.

Another person that ends up close friends with Chiara in my headcanon is Jae Kim, though there's a bit more Jam-City-canon ammunition behind this. The game also included the ideas that Talbott was friends with Penny before MC and Talbott and Badeea connected through the Circle of Khanna, and I like the thought that Talbott kept in contact with both of them well after Hogwarts too. Even Merula and Tulip's game-canon fractured friendship, which I don't imagine healed that well at school, I personally like imagining improved after Tonks's death, when Merula and Tulip both took comfort from each other at her and Lupin's funeral.

[featherwingfox]

Positives & Negatives

Chapter 1 Everyday Life

Maya could hear her younger brother singing down the hallway.

“Wakey wakey eggs and bacy! I made your favorite pancakes! Happy birthday, Maya!” he came in through the door, kicking it open and strutting the plate of pancakes over to her bed.

“Why isn’t my alarm the one waking me up?” Maya got up groggily.

“Would you rather that annoying thing have the honor of getting you up on your birthday? I don’t think so! Not when you have me around!” He sat the plate of breakfast at a side table by Maya’s bed on her left. “You’re nineteen now, I was making nineteen pancakes when I realized that's a lot, even for your appetite. I couldn’t risk giving you that many today. So I just put nineteen different berries that I thought would taste good with pancakes instead.”

“You underestimate how many pancakes I can eat and then some,” Maya told him as she sat up to eat. “Where did you get that many berries anyway??”

“Oh, Uncle Arthur came by to help!” Cornelius smiled brightly.

“I see, so… other than that, did you have that nightmare again?” She asked, picking up her fork and butter knife to cut a piece of her food. Cornelius halted and his shoulders hunched up. She startled him.

“I thought I did a good job hiding it. How did you know?” He turned around.

“You never wake up early with this much energy.” Maya ate off her fork.

“I do on special occasions!” He replied in an almost astonished way. “And you call yourself my sister. Here I thought you knew me.”

“It was only a guess until you just admitted it.” Maya smiled.

“Well, I can’t say that I’d call it a nightmare.”

“I think repeatedly seeing someone you don't know in your dreams is creepy enough to be called a nightmare.” Maya replied.

“Yes, but he doesn't do anything, just stands there. Surely I've seen him before. I heard from my friends that sometimes we dream of the people we’ve seen whether we know them or not. So I’ve seen him somewhere.”

“Or,” Maya chewed. “Perhaps you just imagined it. Sometimes dreams make stuff up. You've never seen his face so it could easily be in your own mind.”

“Anyway, get up! Or else you’ll be late for college and drop me off at school. I already ate and put away the leftovers.”

“Leftovers?”

“I told you I made nineteen pancakes. You had three and I had two.” Cornelius told her as he left the room.

Later, Maya grabbed her bag and Cornelius put on his backpack. As he ran over to the door, Maya grabbed his bag and picked him up.

“Where is your school stuff?” She asked him.

“In my bag, I have everything this time, I won’t forget my stuff anymore. I made a checklist!” He pulled out a small notebook. Everything he needed was checked.

“Alright then...” They went to the car and drove to a nice elementary school. “Okay. You know the rules, you know what to do if there is an emergency, and don’t forget your homework if you have any.”

“Love you, Maya!” Cornelius hugged her through the window before leaving.

“Love you too Corey!”

“Have a nice day!” Cornelius yelled back as he ran to his friends. Maya went to her college next. Greeting her friends, they walked towards their classrooms.

“Sooooooooooo!” The taller of the two with long black hair leaned down to Maya.

“Yeeeeeeeeeees, Ki?” Maya replied similarly.

“Happy birthday!” Ki pulled out a party popper and pulled the string, confetti blown into the air. Some of it landed in Maya's bangs.

“Happy birthday Maya!” Her other friend with half circle glasses clapped her hands.

“Why thank you girls.” Maya brushed the confetti from her hair.

“Have any plans after our classes today?” The one with the glasses and short white hair asked.

“So far it's just hanging out with you girls at the party. Why do you ask?”

Ki grinned. “Oh, I just have something mildly interesting is all.”

“Does Latte know it too?” Maya turned to the friend with glasses. She shrugged.

“Nope!” Ki was smiling so much with excitement. “Coffee-lover over here knows as much as you do. The only thing I will say, is make sure you bring your little brother too. This is something for all of us to enjoy.” and with that Ki didn't say anything else about the surprise for the entire day.

The clock rang gently in the courtyard as the sun was past the middle of the sky. Classes were dismissed. Maya’s teacher stood up quickly and stiffly. Pushing up his rectangular glasses he held up a clipboard of paper.

“Hold up! Students! I have something for you! They are for the internships you have tomorrow at the Lab! Make sure you sign your name on it if you want to go!” Maya signed her name on the paper and left with her friends.

“Maya, we'll pick you and Corey up at your house in an hour. Make sure you both use the bathroom before leaving!” Ki waved a temporary goodbye as Maya got in the passenger seat of her own car.

“Friends have a surprise for you?” said Maya's uncle. He was a positive with black hair and sharp eyes.

“Did you use your First Factor to hear that?” Maya clicked her seatbelt in.

“Maaaaaybeeeee…“ Arthur began to drive to the elementary school.

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Cornelius was sitting on a bench in front of his school. It was a cloudy day, and he watched other kids getting picked up by their mothers and fathers to go home. He was swinging his legs back and forth while thinking about them. A mother and a father… he wondered what it was like having them. He only knew his Uncle and sister ever since he could remember. Maya knew what their mother looked like, sounded like, how she used to smile or cry or get angry or tired, she knew all these things. She was alive for Maya. He felt a little sad thinking about this, so he looked around for a distraction. The sky was getting cloudier, making blotches of dark shadows on the ground.

“It's probably going to rain later I guess.” He thought to himself aloud. Something then moved in the corner of his eyes. He looked to his left across the street. Nothing but a tree… he got up from the bench, feeling like he was being watched. Crossing the street he peeked behind the tree. Nothing was there… No one was there…

I must be seeing things again. He sighed to himself, feeling silly.

“Cornelius!” Arthur honked the car horn. A cute BEE BEEP sounded from the red vehicle. Cornelius ran over and got in the car.

“What were you doing over there Cornelius?” Maya asked him as they went on their way home.

“Oh, nothing, just looking at bugs. I drew a really cool butterfly today!” He pulled out a piece of paper from his backpack.

“That masterpiece should go in an art gallery!” Arthur complimented before driving again.

“Were you seeing shadows again too?” Maya asked suspiciously.

“Again? Too?” Arthur repeated, oblivious.

“Was not! I said I was looking at bugs!” Cornelius insisted.

“Huh???” Their uncle was confused.

“Uncle Arthur, you should take Cornelius to the doctor as soon as possible, he's having nightmares again and now he's seeing the shadows too.”

“I am not Maya!”

“You avoid eye contact when you lie, Cornelius.” Maya replied simply.

“Ugh…” he folded his arms and turned away.

“The nightmares I've known about for years, but the shadows are news to me. When did this first start?” Arthur asked the two. Maya answered him.

“Last year, in the spring. Cornelius said he thought he saw something just out of sight often. I thought they'd gone away since he hasn't seen them in a month but I guess not. He's been acting weird for the past few days so I figured it was happening again.”

“You should become a detective like Uncle Arthur at this rate Maya.” Cornelius spoke up for a moment.

“Corey, bud, you can't hide these things, you shouldn't. We're family, you know you can tell us these things.” Arthur spoke kindly to his nephew, making Cornelius ease up.

“Well, it's like I told Maya this morning, I don't consider the dreams as nightmares. Nothing there is scary or feels bad. It's just dark, a little cold, and usually there's a couple specks of dust.”

“And the person standing in the darkness, ominously.” Maya added.

“I’ll schedule an appointment for him just in case. You know what I like to say, better safe than sorry!”

“But I really am fine…” Cornelius muttered.

“My friends are going to pick me and Corey up for a surprise, so we gotta hurry up, okay Corey?” Maya turned in her seat to look back at him.

“I'm coming with you?”

“Ki said it was something you'd want to see.”

“Ah, Maya, don't go in the kitchen. I have stuff in there.” Their uncle told her as the car pulled up into the driveway.

“Oooooh, Uncle Arthur has Maya's birthday stuff ready!” Cornelius jumped out of the car and ran inside.

“Kind of, it's not done yet!” Entering the house Maya walked past the kitchen without looking. Arthur hung up his jacket on the coat rack and followed down the hallway. “Have you guys ever thought of taking the mirrors in this hallway down?” He asked while fixing his hair in a golden framed one.

“No, why?” Maya came back after putting away her school things.

“Oh, it's just about Sebastian. You know…”

“Ohhhh, is that why he doesn't come by here often?”

“Most likely.”

“I wonder what happened in that mirror maze. How did he become afraid of these anyway?” Maya certainly didn't understand, all a mirror could do is reflect what's in front of it.

“He never said why, looked a little angry too. Best not ask him I think.”

“Hm, mom liked these here so I'm not removing them.” Maya turned away and headed for the door. “My friends will be here any second.”

Cornelius ran down the hall to his sister as a blue van pulled up in front of the house.

“You kids be careful and have fun now! Text me when you get there and when you're done!” Arthur called after them.

“We will sir!” Ki yelled back as everyone waved goodbye.

Closing the door Arthur walked to the kitchen. On the island we're ingredients. He found a pink apron and washed his hands. He gathered all his enthusiasm…

“Alright! Time to tackle my first cake!”

[zaeliaeve]

ꜰʟᴏʀᴇꜱ [ꜱᴇʀɢɪᴏ ʀᴀᴍᴏꜱ] Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: This is all fiction, and I apologize for any inaccuracies or mistranslations, I do not speak Spanish. Thanks for reading!

2009

Life as a Madridista comes with many eyes on you. The press was eating up the new team like a starving lion in the jungle. Anything the players did would make headlines. You could find something small like Cristiano eating an ice cream cone in the morning newspaper and calling him the greatest ever, to people calling for the demise of the entire establishment based off of an old rivalry. Life with that team has and always will have extreme ups and downs.

This week is their first away game of the season, and it's against RCD Espanyol in Barcelona. With all the pressure from the media circus, they have been practicing more and more. Catalina had begun getting familiar with the team during practices, not feeling as tense or on edge as she once was around 99% percent of the team. That one percent of worry came from the one and only, Sergio Ramos.

Catalina had a few run-ins with the long-haired defender during their recent times at practice, and none of them were pleasant. The most recent event came when they collided while turning in opposite directions at the same corner in the training facility. 

"¡Puta madre!" Sergio shouts as he feels a head clash into his hard chest.

A startled Catalina stumbles back and glances up at the blonde, whose face stayed in an unpleased scowl. "I'm so s-" 

Sergio cut her off before she could even finish "Stop being sorry and start thinking with your head"

With that, he was strutting away before Catalina had time to respond. 

Catalina felt like she was sixteen all over again around Sergio. She assumed with age she became more confident and overall was finally coming out of her shell a bit, but this felt like three steps back. Something about him struck her that she couldn't put her finger on. It was a feeling she couldn't describe, nor did she have any interest in exploring it more.

After all, Catalina was there to do a job she was coming to really love so the one-sided hatred wasn't at the forefront of her mind. At least, not until nighttime when the thoughts would creep back up, along with occasionally seeing his smug smile that he always carried with him in her dreams. 

It felt like the job was suiting her, so one-speed bump wouldn't deter Catalina from doing what she needed to. A few of Catalina's shots from the game were put into a couple of sports magazines, her name written in tiny writing at the bottom giving credit. When Catalina had first seen it in stores she squealed and bought a copy along with a frame. Now, on top of her shelf rests a still of Raúl scoring a penalty, the goalkeeper on the ground on the opposite side from the football. 

With the game coming up, they were spending a lot more time in the training facility. 

"Cat I hope you got a shot of that!" Pepe yelled over to the brunette, nodding over to Casillas who landed awkwardly on his face in an attempt to catch one of Xabi's shots.

Xabi was doubled over in laughter, reaching a hand out to steady himself as the laughs kept flowing. Casillas stood up quickly like nothing had happened but the damage was done. A couple of other teammates were chuckling at the goalkeeper who just shook his head in return.

Click click click

Catalina's lips perked up as she watched the group try to regain their composure once again. More and more, Catalina would hear her name called out during practice as a running joke. If someone made a bad shot or did something slightly embarrassing she could hear from the sidelines "Cat please send that to Sports Illustrated!"

Since the team had been practicing so often, it felt more and more comfortable as time had gone on. The players were beginning to build a brotherhood, bonded by experiences only each other could relate to.

A tap on the shoulder caused Catalina to lift her head up from the camera to be met with a familiar curly-haired Brazilian. "Do you mind grabbing another football? We're one short for duos. I'll owe you big time" Marcelo asked, his face sticky with sweat from running.

Catalina pressed the red off button before carefully placing her equipment in the bag strapped to her chest "Yeah, sure no problem"

Marcelo thanked her before pointing off in the direction of the room with tens of footballs stored there. Catalina followed his directions with ease, going back into the facility and turning right; having to open a heavy metal door to enter.

The door shuts behind her as quickly as it had opened, a loud voice causing Catalina to yelp in surprise at something being in there. "Don't!"

The same eyes that crept into her mind at night were now staring back into hers once again. "It locks behind you, too many kids were breaking in here just to get shit" Sergio explains, his tone softer than before.

Catalina was the first one to break eye contact, turning around to shake the silver door handle. It was hard as could be, not even budging a bit. Sergio stared blankly as her pulls at the handle became more frantic with panic.

Please, no. Out of everybody, why him?

After a few more good pulls it was evident that nothing was going to be accomplished by yanking at the metal. Catalina sighed deeply before facing the defender again, who was sitting on the floor in between the racks of footballs. "How long were you in here?" She questions softly, chest slightly heaving as her breaths shorten.

Sergio shrugs his shoulders "Five, maybe six minutes. We needed an extra ball. Why are you in here?" His tone is calm and collected, a stark contrast to hers.

"For the same reason. Marcelo sent me here" Catalina answers as she lowers to the ground, having a feeling she will be here for a good minute.

Catalina reaches into her back jeans pocket when she feels a big lump as she sits, reminding her that her phone was stored safely so there she pulled it out. She checks the top of the small screen and her somewhat hopeful face drops when she realizes she has no bars.

She presses on her aunt's contact just to give it a chance, but the call drops before it has even rung. "Relax, they're gonna realize we're gone and they'll come looking. That, or they'll come in to get the extra ball for duos" Sergio tells her when he sees the clear worry on her face.

Catalina thanks him although she's not even sure what for but Sergio doesn't respond either way. With nothing else to say, they sit in an awkward silence for a couple of minutes, both of them either staring at the ceiling, the footballs, or their own shoes. 

This was Catalina's worst nightmare come true, but she was thankful that he didn't seem to be in a completely horrible mood. Still, the silence was almost mind-numbing. Not being able to take the eerie quiet anymore, Catalina spoke up. "You were really great at the game last week. That was the first time I'd ever watched a football game in person, and it was so breathtaking to see up close" Even if the reason she spoke up was just to break the silence, she meant every word.

When Sergio ignored her again, she kept talking. "You get this really bright fire behind your eyes that I've never seen before. You look like you really belong out there. Like that was what you were created to do. I understand why there are fans lined up around the block just to get a glimpse of that fire" Catalina gains the confidence to look at him, and this time when their eyes meet she doesn't pull away.

There's another silence as Sergio's eyes narrow and his brows furrow "Why are you so nice to me?" Sergio's tone tetters on the line of angry, and confused

Catalina frowns and blinks at him as she tries to find the answer herself. The silence didn't seem to satisfy Sergio's curiosity as he watches her struggle to come up with an explanation.

He stands back to his feet before inching closer to the girl, "I've been nothing but mean to you, yet you still keep looking at me like I've done nothing wrong. Like I'm some good guy" Sergio leans down to her eye level and takes her cheeks into his warm palms.

Sergio almost smiles to himself when he sees her face flush red under his touch, but decides against mentioning it. "You need to toughen up. You have these huge puppy-dog eyes that will make bad people want to take advantage of you. Not everyone has good intentions like you in this world, so you have to have a harder exterior to protect yourself." he says softly as moves his thumb up to on top of her eye to emphasize his point. 

Catalina instinctively wraps her hands around his toned forearms as he cradles her face, nodding and batting her long eyelashes as he speaks earnestly. Sergio catches himself getting distracted by her reaction, his eyelids dropping a bit as his throat tightens "Look at how sweet you are."

"You're like a fucking doll" Sergio's voice goes low and scratchy before he clears his throat and leans back a bit to distance himself.

This was the first time Catalina has truly looked at Sergio, and it did nothing but complicate her feelings more. For somebody so rough, he had plump pink lips that gave him a slight pout that made him look pretty; accompanied by the same deep brown eyes that haunted her dreams that looked kind even when what he was saying would be in contrast to his appearance. 

His thumbs find her eyebrows and push down, creating a forced scowl. "Say fuck you, Sergio."

Catalina's thick eyebrows moved underneath his thumbs in confusion, bringing her out of her dazed state. "What?" 

"You can't let people walk all over you. When somebodies being a dick to you, say fuck you and move on. I've been a pretty big dick to you, so I'll be your starting point " He explains, now moving his hands fully off of her face. Catalina almost whines at the loss of heat.

Sergio uses one arm to pull her up back to her feet but still facing him. "Go on, say it"

There's a quick silence as Catalina processes what's happening. "F-fuck you, Sergio?"  It comes out quiet and like a question.

He laughs, actually laughs at her before shaking his head in disapproval. "I know you can do better than that, chiqui" 

Catalina grows a bit more confident at his sudden fondness, but yet still doesn't know how to approach it right. They make eye contact for a short moment, him grinning at her trying not to laugh again as her brain scrambles. "Fuck you?' It was louder, yet still lacked true heart.

Sergio's knuckles tapped the center of his own chest. "Say it from here, not your head." 

Not wanting to disappoint him again, she takes in a deep breath and mimicked his movements on his chest to her own. Catalina releases pent-up air and says "Fuck you, Sergio." It wasn't fully there, but definitely more confident and strong than before. 

His hands moved up in defense, feigning shock. "Woah, what did I do to you?" The defender teases, earning a playful soft tap on the chest from Catalina. 

Sergio holds her hand in place as his eyes focus on her. "We'll have to work on it more, but that's an improvement. You have to let people know they can't mess with you. You can't look at everyone else with those puppy eyes" He releases her hand and she nods with understanding. 

"Catalina, at the Madrid dinner I shouldn't have-" He's cut off by a loud creek of the heavy door, revealing a sweaty Kaká who looks confusedly at the two who seem to be in a good mood.

Kaká doesn't shut the door, instead leaves it firmly in his hand; implying he already knows of the safety protocol. "Let me guess, you're one ball short for duos?" Catalina half-jokes, gaining a snicker from Sergio.

"Actually, yeah. How'd you guess?" Kaká confirms as catches a football with one hand that  Sergio tosses to him. 

Catalina starts explaining about Marcelo and grabs another ball on the way out, Sergio following behind her. Kaká doesn't miss Sergio and Catalina's eyes glued to each other as they all shuffle back onto the field.