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Revenge.

summary: y/n and chris despise each other. After he does something unforgivable Y/n decides to get revenge by sleeping with his brother.

Warnings: Intense Smut,cursing,alcohol, female masturbation, getting caught in the act,

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The mix of alcohol and sweat fills my nostrils, as I get through the crowd. I scan the room, looking for Nick or Matt, but there is no sign of them. I feel myself being groped and immediately turn around. When I made eye contact with the blue-eyed man who had just touched me, we both had a look of disgust. “What the fuck are you doing?” I yell at Chris. “Trying to stop myself from throwing up, I thought you were someone else.” I roll my eyes and smack his red solo cup so whatever he was drinking spills on his shirt. “Fuck you.” I flip him off as I turn around to continue my search for one of his brothers. He grabs my wrists and faces me towards him. “Watch your tone with me, or I’ll have to put that mouth to good use,” he growls as he tightens his grip on my wrists. Neither of us breaks eye contact. We are so close that if anyone looked at us, they would think we were about to kiss. I try to get any words out of my mouth but i’m so taken back.

“Y/n! I was looking for you! Chris, let her go, Jesus.” I turn around and see Matt. Whatever was going on with Chris a few seconds ago is over with. I greet them feeling a bit of relief because I had no response to Chris. We meet nick outside who’s playing tag with our other drunk friends. “Are you 5?” Matt asks Nick. “You’re right. Tag!” Nick hits Matt’s shoulder and starts running but trips over his own foot and falls. I immediately start dying laughing falling to the ground too. “Fuck I had too much to drink.” Tears are streaming down all of our faces because of how hard we’re laughing. “Nick let me get tipsy and i’ll play tag with you!”

Hours later

I’m alone in the kitchen, looking for another shot to take. If I remember this night, tomorrow, I didn’t do tonight right. I throw the shot back and immediately feel it burn my throat. If I were sober right now, it would probably taste worse. I see a small crowd start to form around a boy and everyone starts laughing and reaching for the phone. I was going to ignore it until I saw people scanning the room and eyes land on me.

My heart drops to the floor. I see a few people move out of the way to find their friends and see Chris holding a phone. Without thinking, I run up to Chris and take his phone. My heart shatters as I look at an old video of me masturbating that I sent to an old ex-boyfriend. I feel my eyes watering, and I’m frozen. I can’t move; I can’t look away. A look of sadness, anger, and humiliation washes over my face. I slam his phone on the ground until it’s in a million pieces. I hear him yelling at me but i’m too focused on getting out of there. I run upstairs and find an empty bedroom. I slam the door and immediately break down.

The feeling of embarrassment won’t go away. I pace around the room, thinking of ways to get back at him. This was a new level of low. My prayers were answered when I saw Matt walk into the room. An idea pops into my mind. Not caring about the consequences, I slowly start going up to Matt and subtly start trying to make a move. “Hey, hey, slow down. You’re drunk. Are you okay?” I see the concern in his eyes, but I’m too focused on getting back at Chris to care. “I’m fine, Matt. You know, a sick part of me liked being seen like that in front of so many people.” I whisper in his ear. Taken back I can feel the tension in the room change. “You sure you’re alright, baby?” The truth is, I’m not, but getting back at Chris is more important to me right now. I don’t reply; I smash my lips against his. He hesitates for a split second but immediately puts his hands on my hair and pushes me against the wall. 

“Matt I need you to touch me please.” I beg him. “Say it again.” He tells me. I can feel the wetness between my thighs as I clench my thighs together. “Please touch me.” He doesn’t hesitate to lift up my skirt and trace his fingers on my clothed pussy. “So wet already?” I hum in response. I feel him pull my underwear to the side and his fingers explore inside me. He touches my clit for a split second and I shut my eyes tightly. He continues to tease me, his fingers dancing around my clit but never giving it the attention I crave. "You're always so desperate, aren't you?" He says with a smirk, his fingers still inside me. "Always begging for something."

My eyes roll back as I feel him enter his fingers in my needy cunt. This started off as a revenge thing but if I knew he felt this good I would’ve done this a while ago. He starts moving faster. My head is laying on his shoulders as I moan profanities. “Fuck Matt.” I flinch by the loss of contact when he removes his fingers. As I was about to protest Matt grins as he slowly pulls his fingers out from under my skirt, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

"You taste so good, you know that? I bet you'd taste even better if I used my mouth instead." He says, his eyes locked onto mine. He takes me to his bed and gets on his knees. He pulls my underwear to the side and while keeping eye contact he puts his mouth on my clit and starts eating me out. “Oh fuck-“

Matt devours my pussy, his tongue swirling around my clit and dipping inside my dripping wet folds. He sucks on my clit hard, making me cry out in pleasure. “Fuck Matt, I’m close. Oh my god!” His free hand reaches up to grab your thigh, spreading your legs further apart as he eats me out relentlessly. I grab his hair as I feel my orgasm hit. My vision goes blurry, and I see stars.

He wipes his mouth and starts to unbuckle his belt. “Hands.” is all he says. I give him my hands and he turns me around ties his belt around my wrists. “Alright baby is it okay if I take these off?” He tugs on my v-neck shirt exposing more cleavage. I nod my head yes. He doesn’t hesitate to take my shirt and lace bra off. With my hands bound behind my back he bends me over the bed. He spreads my legs and uses his middle finger to graze my slit. “Stop teasing.” I hear him chuckle behind me. I hear his jeans fall to the floor. I feel him positioning himself. Without hesitation he thrust inside of me making me take all him. I scream in pleasure. “Matt!” My eyes are rolled back.

He grips my hair and shoves my face into a pillow. “Fuck you feels so good wrapped around my cock.” He slaps my ass as hard as he can. A mix of pain a pleasure hit me all at once. I completely forgot about Chris all I wanted to do was focus on all the pleasure Matt was giving me. Matt pulls out of me and sits down. “Come here.” he calls me over with two fingers. I see him sitting on a chair so I go over to him and straddle his lap.

He positions himself inside me and I take all of him. He rolls his eyes back. “Oh my god. You take me so well baby.” As we continue the door starts opening but Matt is too deep into pleasure to realize. I look up and make eye contact with the man who basically is the reason i’m doing this.

Chris fucking Sturniolo.

Neither of us say anything. I see the anger in his eyes, and it’s just turning me on more. I keep eye contact with him as I ride his brother. I throw my head back, feeling Matt hit my G-spot over and over again. “Fuck Matt, I’m so fucking close.” I go back to look at Chris, who is just standing in the doorway. If looks could kill, I would’ve been dead the second he opened the door. “Hold it.” The feeling in my stomach becomes more intense. “Fuck I can’t, Matt.” I cry out. “Beg me to let you come all over my cock,y/n.” I smirk at Chris keeping eye contact with him. “Please let me come Matt i’ll be so good for you.” I look back down at Matt and can see in his face his orgasm is approaching too. “Cum for me y/n.”

Matt throws his head back as the pleasure takes over his body. I look back up at Chris refusing to break eye contact as I cum and scream his brothers name. My mouth is open and I keep bouncing on his lap riding out my orgasm. Chris doesn’t say a word and just leaves.

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A/N: thank u for reading lmk if u want more stories or leave me some suggestions

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— egoist + yoichi isagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — teasing isagi is great. in fact, it's all fun and games...until his ego comes out to play.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, established relationships, smut, makeout sessions, dry humping, ruined orgasms, clothed!sex, spit!kink, pro player + mean!isagi... he's very condescending not beta read ! - fem!reader.

⭑ words — 1.5K.

⭑ notes — hi !! lmao this is super last minute but i wanted to post something for isagi's bday because i'm obsessed with him !! i blacked out when writing this lmao fhbgb enjoy!! - m.list ✩

make-outs with isagi always start off soft and slow.

you’re always curled up cuddling, tucked into his side with his head atop yours and no matter what you’re doing together — he’s always overwhelmed with this sudden urge to kiss you. yoichi will dwell on it for a while, blue eyes peering down at you while you’re distracted. overthink the best way to kiss you, if you’re in the mood, if you want to be touched.

in the end you catch him staring and a smile that makes his heart race in the way that it does on the pitch breaks out across your darling features. “yoichi,” you croon knowingly, cocking your head to the side playfully. “i know you wanna kiss me.”

“yeah, precious?” a grin to rival your own tugs in the corners of his lips, isagi looking effortlessly sexy with his dark hair in his eyes and his tongue poking in his cheek while he thinks of his next move. “how’dya know?”

“you’re staring.”

“i like the way you look. s’cute.” he taunts.

you shift and face him fully, narrowing your eyes before you counter. “then why don’t you do something about it?”

“can’t,” he shoots back smugly. “you talk too much.”

“and you think too much—!”

isagi gets hot and bothered when you play cat and mouse, he can’t help but lean in and capture your lips in a soft kiss to test the waters and see how far he can push you. he puts a hand on your chin, holding your face up to his and smirks against your lips when you work your own against him. they move together, tender and curious like the gentle push and pull of a tide guided by the moon up high — but waves always crash against the shore like dopamine hitting all the right points in the striker’s brain.

you flip a switch inside of him and the lights come on in the home of his mind. it’s when your delicate fingers traverse upwards, landing on the nape of his neck to toy with the tiny black curls there. you tug on his roots and isagi goes wild, his mouth becoming feverish against yours— tongue darting out to swipe over the seam of your lips in a silent plea for more.

along the way he manages to roll you over, so you go from being by yoichi’s side to lying underneath him— trapped in a lion’s cage. there’s a hand just above your head and one working it’s way up your shirt, your eyes are hooded and darkened and isagi’s are scrambled and feral. crazy. in the same way he gets when he’s piecing himself together during a match. this happens when you don’t let him in, when you kiss him with only your lips and tease him past the point of return.

the striker pulls back, figuring you out as he pins you to his bed with strong, slender hips— his hands leaving you to run through silky black locks and to cup his chin. “what’s the matter, egoist?” you lay waiting, panting beneath isagi while you look up at him and dare him through your lashes. “thought you wanted to kiss me.”

this is where everything changes; you lose your soft, loving isagi the moment you decide to provoke the little monster inside of him. “don’t push,” he breathes, his voice thick and husky. low in the way that makes lighting strike all the way down your spine. “you know how that ends for you, precious.” he knows you better than anyone else, what makes you tick and twitch. so he grinds down against you, just above where you need him and swoops down with a ravenous mouth when your lips part to sing isagi’s praises — eyes blowing wide as he ruts his dick into your soft tummy.

his tongue glides over yours eagerly, tasting everything you have to offer him, pushing into your mouth with a domineering force. you writhe against yoichi and mewl his name between the slipperiness of your kisses— swapping spit with your noses pressed right up against each other and your breathing so ragged that you feel as though you might pass out. your mouths slot perfectly together, moving so fast that the pace of your sloppy make out is almost bruising.

“yoichi,” you sigh out when you finally get the chance to take in some air though your chest won’t stop heaving. “goin’ too fast. w-what’s the matter, pretty boy?” your attempt to get back at him is weak, bucking your hips upwards to chase the friction that your boyfriend refuses to give you.

now it’s his turn to tilt his head to the side, licking at the string of saliva that connects your lips to his. “w-what’s the matter pretty boy?” he mocks you with a calculated thrust of his hardness against you— stickiness from his tip oozing against your skin. pouting, you fight against isagi for something. anything. you need him and he’s dangling that pleasure just above your head. “what’s the matter with you, hah? so pretty, precious. so needy. you want it that bad.” he sucks his teeth, mimicking your pout the more you grow desperate, sneering evilly as you lock your eyes away to fight off the frustrated tears.

“oh no, you don’t get to do that. open those pretty eyes for me precious,” yoichi growls but touches you tender, his hand cupping the roundness of your cheeks as he drags you up to face him. “you wanna mess around with me? fine. you wanna tease me? ‘m good with that. but you look at me. only me.” when he tells you that he means it and when you nod your head despite the whimper — agreeing to your boyfriends terms, he rewards you by shifting back and pressing the chubby outline of his dick against your molten core as his tongue laps into your mouth to swallow your moans.

then he’s sucking on your tongue, the rough pads of his fingers trickling up and down your sides, squeezing your ass and dragging you up to meet the carnivorous pace of his hips as they piston into you. you do your best to keep your eyes on him, despite the tears that pool in them, watching isagi devour you from below and his facade fall apart when his sticky tip catches on the hood of your swollen clit.

a wet patch from your naughty little pussy forms on the front of his sweat pants from just how much it drools and how much precum smears isagi smears against you. “where’s your fight precious? thought you wanted to tease me.” his limbs ache and muscles burn with desire as he works himself against you, panting into your open mouth and filling you with nothing but him. “c’mon… gimme somethin’, precious girl.”

he spits the words into your mouth, laughs as you clench around nothing and chase the delicious drag of his cock between your clothed folds. “mm… yo—!” but you can’t say anything, you can’t do anything because the way isagi talks down on you but grinds into you like he loves you is too embarrassing for you to bare. “s-stop, s’mm…it’s—“ you drawl all dreamy like, a familiar twist in your gut telling you that you’re close, that he’s pleasured you beyond what you can take and he’s not even touched you properly.

“you don’t want me to stop, baby. i know what you need,” isagi grunts as he sucks on your lower lip, takes it between rows of pearly whites and drags it away from you with a hooded stare, sapphire eyes sending you spiralling. his cock pulses against your sweltering pussy, soaks through your pants and drives you up the wall. “you want me t’get you there. you can cum like this, you’ve done it for me before…”

“i-i’ll do it again, please yoichi! ‘m…i-i’m,” you babble brainlessly, fingers finding his hair again and scratching at yoichi’s scalp the way he likes. in the way that started this whole ordeal— changing the path of your makeout from soft to sexy. “i’m close!”

all he does is grunt, shuddering under your touch, circling his hips until both of your eyes roll back. “i know precious. i know. i’ll get you there— make you c-cum, shit.”

and you’re about to burst, eyes drifting shut. you can feel it as you wrap your trembling thighs around isagi’s waist and match the way he grinds against you. your brain is muddled, dazed and fixated on his lips and the way he might sound when he shoots is load between your legs…but in an instant it all gone.

your eyes flutter open once again— revealing the monster you’ve made of yoichi isagi. his blue eyes delirious, his lips curled into a cruel smirk while your orgasm fades away and you whine out for him.

“thought i told you to keep looking at me,” he snarls wickedly, lifting his hips away from you, watching you pathetically chase the friction. “guess you don’t know how to listen, precious. that’s okay though, i’ll just have fuck you good ‘n proper... get inside you, fuck you up and make sure that i get it through your pretty little head. you only look at me.”

make-outs with isagi always start off soft and slow. but if you push the right buttons, his egoist always swoops in to fuck you right.

[weemssapphic]

Lipstick Stains - Pt. 22

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

chapter summary: is Larissa right to be nervous to meet your parents? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

words: ~ 3k | ao3 link in title

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Larissa had gotten a call from you the following morning, asking if you could come over when she was finished with work. It was getting dark out earlier and earlier every day, however, and the thought of you driving alone through the woods again in the dark made Larissa’s stomach churn, so she insisted she come to you instead. 

That evening she drove over to Burlington, picking up some sushi on her way to your apartment. You answered the door with a soft smile on your face, which widened to a massive grin when your gaze dropped to the takeout bag Larissa was holding - it made Larissa’s heart skip a beat, and she couldn’t help but grin back. You ushered her into the living room, taking the bag from her and emptying its contents onto the coffee table as Larissa shrugged off her coat and draped it over the back of the smaller couch, before taking a seat on the larger one.

“Cass?” you called out - there were footsteps in the hallway and the brunette poked her head into the room, giving you a questioning glance as she tugged a brush through her hair.

“What?”

“Clear your shit off the table before you leave.”

Larissa arched an eyebrow, giving you a bemused glance as you gestured to a laptop, a flurry of charging cables, and a half empty plastic cup of iced coffee (or what was left of it, as the ice had melted and left a thin layer of water on top of the coffee). Cass rolled her eyes and made her way over to the table, tucking her belongings underneath her arm - she was about to pick up the coffee cup when she spotted the sushi and let out a squeal of delight, reaching out for an avocado roll.

“Hey! Fuck off and get your own!” You swatted her hand away and she huffed, grabbing the cup instead. “I have company.”

“It’s just Larissa,” she said with a laugh, smiling at the blonde - Larissa couldn’t help but smile back, a sideways glance at you showing your annoyed scowl. Cass must’ve noticed too, because she straightened up and started to back out of the room. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry - I’m leaving in 10 minutes anyway. Just don’t forget to put a towel down if you fuck on the couch!”

Larissa could feel her cheeks turn crimson as you picked up Cass’s forgotten hairbrush and threw it out of the room after her.

“I’m so sorry about her, I was hoping she’d be gone before you came over,” you mumbled, your cheeks looking just as red as Larissa’s felt. 

“It’s alright,” Larissa replied, taking your hand in her own and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles as she looked up at you with doe eyes. “She certainly is something.” Truth be told, Larissa found it rather endearing to watch you interact with your friends - especially to see how quickly you got riled up and flustered when they mentioned your relationship.

“Do you want something to drink?” you asked softly, brushing a hand through your hair.

“Just water, please.”

You left the room, returning a minute later with two glasses of water and setting them on the table, before taking a seat beside Larissa on the couch. Her hand landed on your thigh without a second thought, urging you to scoot closer until your thighs were touching as her thumb soothed over the top of your leg in a calming, repetitive movement.

As the two of you began to eat, Larissa could tell you were a bit on edge - you didn’t talk as much as you normally would and you ate slowly, fidgeting with your chopsticks between every bite. Larissa wondered if she should ask you about it, but she didn’t have to, as you set your chopsticks down and angled your body towards her.

“So my mom called yesterday,” you said - Larissa could tell you were trying to keep your tone casual, as if starting a random conversation, but your voice shook a bit and it made her stomach flip. You’d started fidgeting with the hem of your shirt in lieu of the chopsticks, and Larissa set her own aside to turn more towards you and take both of your hands in her own, soothingly stroking your knuckles with her thumbs.

“Oh?” she urged, tilting her head to the side. “Is something wrong?”

“No! Everything’s great. Uh, my parents are coming by this weekend, actually.”

Larissa thought she could see where this was going, and she found herself growing increasingly more nervous, wishing you would get to the point. “That’s nice… isn’t it?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, it’s cool. My mom just, um, she mentioned that they really want to meet you.” Your nerves were definitely rubbing off on Larissa - she wasn’t sure what made you so nervous, but she could feel your hands tremble in her own and she squeezed them slightly. “She asked if you wanted to come out to dinner on Friday.”

There was a beat of silence as Larissa took a moment to process your words. She hadn’t met a girlfriend’s parents in ages - she hadn’t had a girlfriend in ages - and her relationship with you was certainly a little unique from an outside perspective. She blinked slowly, swallowing against the lump that was forming in her throat. 

“I can clear my calendar for Friday…” 

You blinked back at her, your eyes widening. “Wait, really? Are you sure?”

“Of course, darling…” Despite her nerves, she knew she should take the opportunity to meet your parents. “I love you. I would love to meet your parents.”

You visibly relaxed, squeezing Larissa’s hands in gratitude. “They’re probably just going to embarrass me,” you mumbled, letting go of one of Larissa’s hands to grab a sushi roll and pop it into your mouth. 

Larissa took a sip of her water as the gears in her mind turned. Knowing that you had a good relationship with your parents certainly helped, but nonetheless she couldn’t help but worry about their potential perception of her.

“How old is your mother?” she asked suddenly, steeling herself for the answer.

“Oh, um, I think she just turned 53. Why?”

Larissa’s stomach dropped. “Have you told her how old I am?”

You bit your lip as you glanced over at her. “Just that you’re older,” you whispered with a shrug. Larissa cocked an eyebrow at you and leaned back against the couch.

“Darling,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

“I know, I know! I didn’t know how to tell them. I’m sure they’ll be fine once they get to know you, though!”

Doubt was already taking root in Larissa’s mind, and she began to fiddle with the strap of her wristwatch. “I admire your optimism, I really do, but a 28 year gap is quite substantial to spring onto your parents like that…”

“I guess… but I’m going to be with you whether they accept it or not, so it shouldn’t matter either way.” You raised an eyebrow at Larissa and she stared back at you unblinking, her worries, quite honestly, not assuaged at all.

“I really hope you’re right, darling,” she whispered.

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Larissa tried her best to keep herself busy that week - anything to avoid overthinking the upcoming dinner with your parents. And she was mostly successful - or rather, the hyde was successful. After Dr. Kinbott’s brutal murder and Xavier’s resulting arrest, Larissa was left to deal with the fallout. 

The worried phone calls and emails from parents, the constant contact with the sheriff’s department, the search for a new therapist for her students, all kept her busy for much of the week, and whenever she called or wrote to you, the both of you avoided the subject of your parents like the plague.

On Friday, Larissa finished her last meeting of the day at 5:00 pm, after going way over the allotted time - it had been an extremely unpleasant staff meeting, as all the teachers were rightfully on edge from the recent attacks. She made a beeline for her office, locking the door behind her and heading straight for her quarters where she spent the better part of an hour standing in her little walk-in closet, choosing a dress to wear and trying not to overthink. 

She couldn’t help the way her thoughts drifted to her own parents, how she would feel if the roles were reversed and they’d decided to come into town on short notice. The thought made her shudder - she hadn’t seen or even spoken to her parents in years, they didn’t deserve to be involved in her love life. Not that they would approve anyway - her mother had always hated that she’d dated women (a sexual perversion, she’d called Larissa’s crush on Morticia), and her father wouldn’t dare go against anything her mother said… if he even cared enough at all, anyway.

She found herself praying to a God she didn’t believe in that your parents were different.

Settling on a cream-colored, woolen dress with long sleeves and a square collar, with pumps and a coat to match, she sat down at her vanity to fix her updo and touch up her makeup. Every little line on her face was heavily scrutinized as Larissa became overly conscious of the fact that she was so close in age to your mother. She’d thought she was fully over the age gap, had made peace with it, but meeting the woman who’d raised you brought old concerns to the forefront of her mind - worry that your mother wouldn’t accept her, and that it would put a strain on your relationship - the one good and pure thing in Larissa’s life.

Larissa frowned at her reflection - her frown only deepened as her gaze lingered on the deep lines between her eyebrows, around her mouth. She smoothed her fingertips over each wrinkle, working to relax her face - but traces of the lines remained and she slammed her fist down on her vanity in frustration. For a brief moment, she considered shifting the wrinkles away - it would be all too easy to make herself appear younger, to completely rid herself of the slight bags beneath her eyes and the smile lines that gave away her nearly 50 years on this earth…

Her phone lit up, drawing her eyes down to the screen and snapping her out of her thoughts. It was a text from you, asking if you should wear heels out to dinner, and it was successful in dragging a chuckle out of Larissa as she picked up the phone and shot back a text.

Larissa: Wear what you feel comfortable in x

Y/N: Are you wearing heels? Y/N: Nevermind, of course you are

Larissa chuckled a bit more freely at that, biting back a smile.

Larissa: How about I pick your shoes when I pick you up?

Y/N: PLEASE

Larissa: I’m leaving in 10 minutes.

Y/N: Ok, drive safe! <3

Larissa: Thank you.

Standing from her vanity without so much as another look in the mirror, Larissa grabbed her lipstick and slid both that and her phone into her clutch, slipping on her shoes and coat and making her way out to her car, hoping she wouldn’t run into anyone who would delay her.

Luck was on her side - the halls were deserted and she was soon on the road, taking the shortcut through the woods to have as much time as possible with you before dinner. She pulled into the parking spot nearest your apartment, finding herself almost shocked at how confidently she walked towards your front door, as if it were her own. She rang the doorbell and the door opened almost immediately, your bright smile at her presence stealing the breath from Larissa’s lungs.

You were a vision in a form-fitting black turtleneck and gray, high-waisted trousers with a thin black belt, your makeup natural and your feet bare. Larissa mirrored your smile, reaching forward to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and immediately cupping your cheek and tugging you in for a soft, lingering kiss, a pleased hum leaving her lips.

“Hi,” you whispered as you drew back for air, a blush flooding your cheeks, and you reached up to fix her lipstick with the pad of your thumb.

“Hi,” Larissa whispered back. “You look beautiful.”

Your blush deepened and you quickly ushered Larissa inside, past your roommates in the kitchen and into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. “Which shoes?” you asked, gesturing towards a line-up of shoes at the foot of your bed that made Larissa laugh. She placed her hands on her hips as she scanned the options, humming in thought.

“How about these?” she asked softly, tapping the front of her own shoe against a pair of black, heeled loafers with a gold buckle. You murmured out a ‘thanks’ as you sat down at the edge of the bed to put them on, then graciously took Larissa’s hand as she held it out to help you up, whirling you around to face the floor length mirror in the corner of the room. 

She pulled your back flush against her front, her hands resting on your abdomen and her chin resting on your head as her gaze traveled the length of your body in the mirror, finally landing on your shoes. “What do you think?” she whispered, her gaze flicking back up to meet yours in the mirror and gauge your reaction.

“Perfect,” you whispered back, a little breathless, your cheeks a little flushed - Larissa smirked, her eyes darkening as your own eyes widened.

“Pretty girl,” she purred, a warmth rising in both her chest and her cheeks as your bodies seemed to melt together into one. 

“We have to leave…” Your voice was a little hoarse, and Larissa’s stomach churned as her arms tightened subconsciously around you, your words slamming her back down to earth. She closed her eyes for just a moment as she took a deep breath, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of your head - then, reluctantly, she stepped back and allowed her arms to drop to her sides.

“Let’s go then,” she said, holding your bedroom door open for you and allowing you to lead her out to the car.

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The drive to the restaurant was rather short, yet it felt like hours to Larissa, who was drumming her fingers anxiously against the wheel. Your hand on her thigh soothed her, but only a little, and as she pulled into the parking lot, she found herself scanning the rows of cars to spot your parents, even though she quickly realized she had no idea what they looked like or what kind of car they drove. 

“It’s going to be okay,” you murmured reassuringly, giving Larissa’s thigh a little squeeze. She put the car in park and turned her head to face you - despite your words, you looked nervous as hell, and Larissa couldn’t help but chuckle softly in spite of herself.

“Don’t get me wrong, I really am glad to meet your parents, I just-”

“I know.” 

Larissa leaned in to kiss you but stopped halfway when you turned your head and a look of recognition crossed your face. Her heart began to thunder in her chest, so hard that she could feel it in her throat as her gaze followed yours and landed on a couple about her own age getting out of a white SUV. 

As if on autopilot, Larissa got out of her car and walked around to your side, opening the door for you before you could do it yourself. Her fingertips brushed against your lower back as you stood, searching any sort of contact she could get as her other hand pressed the car door closed behind you. To her surprise, your hand found her hand and your fingers wove themselves between hers as you walked towards your parents - she realized that she probably should have asked you in advance about openly displaying affection in front of them, so she couldn’t do anything but grip your hand as tightly as possible and let you take the lead.

Your father was the first to notice the two of you coming, gesturing towards you with a smile and indicating for your mother to turn around. She did so with an equally bright smile, both of them looking eager to see you as they said hello. Your mother pulled you into a hug first, one which you returned one-armed as you kept a firm hold on Larissa’s hand. 

When you pulled back, your mother turned to Larissa, subtly giving her a once-over and dropping her gaze to your intertwined hands, her smile faltering ever so slightly. To an onlooker, it would have been barely perceptible, but it made Larissa’s stomach drop and her cheeks flush - which she quickly shifted away as she painted a decidedly fake smile onto her lips.

“Larissa, I presume?” your mother asked, her gaze flicking between Larissa’s and your own as she extended her hand towards Larissa.

“Yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Larissa replied with a slow nod, her voice sweet as honey - the same tone reserved for some of the more difficult parents of her students. She lifted her free hand, but then the smile slipped from your mother’s face and she dropped her hand to her side, making Larissa’s stomach churn as she retracted her own hand and, instead, smoothed it nervously over her updo.

An uncomfortable silence followed, Larissa’s gaze flitting to your father, who appraised her rather stoically. Larissa cleared her throat as her stomach sank further and, feeling her palm grow clammy against yours, she tried to pull it from your grasp - you held it tightly, refusing to let go as you leaned against her arm.

“Should we go inside?” came your voice from beside her, slightly shaky, somehow sounding miles away. Larissa stole a glance at you, tension and embarrassment etched across your features - it provided a brief distraction as it made her want to scoop you into her arms and shield you from the world.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, darling,” she said softly, squeezing your hand before letting go of it and placing her hand instead on your lower back, her other hand gesturing for your parents to head into the restaurant.

x

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[morning-star-joy]

but I wake up before we do it (Joel x F!Reader)

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, Post!Outbreak Neighbors

Summary: You're Joel's new next-door neighbor when he settles in Jackson, and you're determined to add some positivity to the grumpy old man's life. Joel, however, is equally determined to keep you out of his life. Especially when you start to make him feel something he knows he shouldn't. Little does he know, you feel it too.

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI Explicit Sexual Content Joel is Horny, Reader is also Horny (f masturbation, Joel hears you), Soft!Reader, Joel is kinda an asshole, Grumpy x Sunshine, Age Gap (Reader late 20s, Joel 56), Language

Wordcount: 2.9k

Part I || Part II || Part III || Masterlist (More Parts Coming Soon)

Joel Miller masterlist

Fucking hell, you were far too good to ever be true.

It was all Joel could think about, the pervasive fact that lingered in the back of his mind whenever he walked by that cup of water sitting next to the sink on his kitchen counter, with the long stems of the daffodils you had given him bunched up inside of it, the blooming flowers drooping awkwardly from the far too small container.

He had first dropped the flowers on top of the counter, dangerously close to the trash can beside it. Honestly, Joel had been aiming for it, but his hand had twitched at the last moment, the bright yellow flowers falling from his calloused fingers to land on the counter instead.

Another day passed before he stood in his kitchen in the morning, cup of coffee in hand, staring at those flowers laying precariously on the edge of the counter, hating how they mocked him before pushing himself up with a sigh.

Joel heard your voice then, being so bold as to tease him, something he hadn’t thought somebody as soft-spoken and sweet as you would be capable of: Traditionally, you put them in a vase. Fill it with water.

He didn’t have a vase, though. And he wasn’t about to put in the effort to find one just because you had mentioned it.

Still, he grabbed a glass from his cabinet, flipping on the faucet to fill it with water as he glared vehemently at the daffodils, grabbing them roughly to then unceremoniously shove them inside the glass, leaving them right next to the sink without giving it another thought that it didn’t deserve.

That was a lie, though.

Every time he passed through his kitchen, he saw them.

And he thought of you.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

What made the illness you had plagued his mind with even worse was the bright smile on Ellie’s face when he had passed along your daisies for her. It was happiness he hadn’t seen on the girl’s features since the first time they had visited Jackson, before the winter of fucking hell, when he had almost died, and a part of Ellie did.

Joel was even more irritated that he was still thinking about you, even now, walking back home from a long patrol that had left his body aching, in desperate need of a hot shower that he would gladly praise any fucking higher power that may exist for being possible in Jackson.

He looked down at the cuts on his hands, the dirt caked under his fingernails from where he had fallen from his horse today when it had gotten spooked by the appearance of a Clicker. Luckily he was still alive, thanks to Tommy’s quick thinking and quicker shooting, but the situation had been far too close for comfort for Joel to forget about it so quickly.

Maybe he was just getting too old for this shit.

With a sigh, he rolled his shoulder back, wincing at an ache that was beginning to throb there as he pulled his pack off to carry it in his hand instead. Joel focused on the weight of it in his hand, trying to ignore how his dirty fingers reminded him of yours, covered in soil when you had shown up on his doorstep with the flowers.

It was infuriating, not to mention incredibly disrespectful to your kindness (even though he was at a complete loss for why or how that kindness existed), that the dirt that had been marking what looked to be your incredibly soft skin and staining your immaculate, weathered sundress, had sent blood rushing right to his cock when he couldn’t stop thinking about it later that night.

Joel had forgone Jackson’s heavenly gift of hot water for a frigid cold one before bed, palms placed firmly against the wall of the shower as his head bent under the stream of freezing water, taking deep, steady breaths in through his nose and out through clenched teeth as he tried to will his growing erection to go the fuck away.

Even when he had woken up from a dream about you—one that taunted him with impossible images of that sundress on his bedroom floor and streaks of dirt left across your naked flesh from his own fingers—Joel had resisted the incredibly strong urge to palm his throbbing cock where it strained against his boxers, stumbling out of bed to head into the bathroom for another cold shower.

He did his best to avoid you once the lust to have you really started, opting to take the side gate in his backyard to get in and out of the house, cutting through the greenhouses to avoid running into you on the other side of his house if he left out the front door.

Jesus Christ, Joel didn’t even fucking know you.

But he knew that if he did, there would be a catch. Some hidden cruelty underneath those frustratingly warm smiles you sent him both times you showed up outside his door.

There was no way you would have survived this long otherwise.

Lifting his head, Joel let out a small sigh of relief as he turned onto the street where his home sat, ready to indulge in a hot shower for the first time in weeks, before the sound of light, musical laughter filled his ears, coming from the first house in front of him.

Fuck.

He saw you instantly, arms crossed as you leaned them on top of a fence, smiling kindly at an older woman on the other side that was talking to you with a small grin that spoke of undeniable fondness for you.

“I don’t know how you do it,” the older woman was saying, huffing out a playful sigh that drew another soft laugh from your lips, and Joel found his feet frozen to the spot at the end of the street as he watched the interaction. “It just never tastes the same when I make it!”

“Well, Ms. Garcia,” you said slowly, flashing a teasing grin that made Joel stiffen before you asked, “Are you absolutely sure you’re putting sugar in, and not salt?”

“Oh, you,” the woman sighed, wagging a finger at you, causing you to giggle in a way that made Joel’s grip tighten on his backpack. “You’re probably right, though. I’m terrible with this kind of thing.”

“I’ll just have to bring some more by for you,” you replied, still smiling brightly, a smile that didn’t fade even as Ms. Garcia’s gaze flickered over your shoulder, landing on Joel.

Joel frowned at the same moment the older woman did, leaning away from her fence slightly as her brows furrowed, bright countenance disappearing as he wondered how quickly he could walk to get by you without drawing your attention.

He already knew it was far too late to avoid you now, though, especially as you turned to follow Ms. Garcia’s sightline, your eyes finding him standing there, blatantly staring at you while you talked to your—and his, he supposed—neighbor.

To Joel’s complete and utter confusion, you straightened up with an even brighter smile, giving a friendly wave the moment you saw him.

“Hi there, Mr. Miller!” you called, still waving before your hand dropped, and you turned back to Ms. Garcia.

Joel was almost foolish enough to believe that that would be all you said to him, but as he finally began to walk down the street, he had to bite back a sigh when you stepped away from the fence to walk beside him.

He knew that his growing irritation at the situation he was now in was probably an over exaggeration. He knew that you had to walk home, just like he did.

But did you have to walk home with him?

“So,” you started, and Joel held back a sigh.

Did you have to talk to him?

“Did you just get back from patrol?” you ended up asking, and Joel glanced at you from the corner of his eye, noticing that you were wearing jeans today instead of the usual sundress, the pants paired with a lightweight, oversized sweater that hid your curves.

Good. He didn’t need his thoughts distracted right now, not when he was trying to get back inside his house as quickly as possible.

Because he really wanted that hot shower today.

“Is it that obvious?” he found himself drawling, the words holding no small amount of sarcasm.

Joel actually felt a small twinge of guilt as he noticed you shift awkwardly beside him, but you brushed off his rudeness with another laugh, the soft sound a bit less joyous, and a bit more forced this time.

In the back of his mind, Joel had the terrible thought that, maybe if he pushed you far enough, you wouldn’t be so kind as you seemed.

“Just a little,” you found your voice again, and Joel’s grip on his pack tightened, shifting the weight of it into his other hand as he felt his arm begin to ache from holding it.

At the movement, your eyes caught on his hand, and he noticed you swallow hard as you watched his fingers dangle by his side and Jesus Christ, no, you couldn’t feel this too—but then you were glancing back up into his face, your brows furrowed in concern.

“Did you hurt yourself?”

“What?” Joel asked, not even realizing his face had turned fully towards you now until he looked down at his hand at the question and back up at you. “No. ‘M fine.”

“Uh-huh,” you said slowly, glancing over his face again, like you were calling bullshit and searching for the truth.

He thought that when his lips pressed into a firm line and he stared back at you, daring you to say something about it, you would back down.

You didn’t.

“I have some first aid,” you said quietly, gesturing towards your house as they began to near it, and Joel was already shaking his head, instincts telling him he needed to stay far, far away from ever entering your house, even as you continued, “I can help you—”

“No,” he said firmly, and your jaw snapped shut, brows furrowed as he watched your eyes spark with the briefest hint of frustration and ah, there it was. A crack in the perfection that was you. “I told you, I’m fine.”

A sick, twisted part of Joel wanted you to fight him on it, but your brows smoothed back out instead, and you gave a nod as your face melted into one of understanding.

Understanding, of all things.

What fucking bunker had they been keeping something sweet like you in for decades to preserve you in all this unimaginable kindness?

“Of course, you probably have your own,” you brushed off with another laugh, the sound a bit easier this time, eyes so warm that he was looking back down at your sweater again, wondering if your skin was just as warm underneath that—

Joel’s head whipped around, staring in front of him as you came to a stop at the pathway that led up to your front door.

“Well—”

But Joel kept moving, heading up his own pathway, not even looking back at you as you loitered at the edge of your property, refusing to give into the first time he had felt any sort of temptation to look back at you as he closed the door behind him.

God fucking dammit, he was having another cold shower tonight.

The cooler spring day began to warm up towards the end, so much so that you had to open up your bedroom window to let a gentle breeze in before bed.

You settled under your faded floral sheets with a book, opening it up to the homemade bookmark you had left to keep your spot, fingernail trailing across the words until you picked up exactly where you left off.

Unfortunately, after only a few pages, you found yourself reading the same words over and over as you thought back to your interaction with Joel that had occurred hours ago.

When you read the words “he said” at least 5 times before you lost track, you put your bookmark back between the pages, snapping the silly little romance novel closed and tossing it to the side with a groan.

Reaching your hands up, you pressed your palms against your eyes, willing the image of Joel Miller to disappear from where it had been haunting you.

It was just the latest of the very few, very short times you had seen him, but it had left you just as intrigued, just as unsatisfied as the ones before.

You shook your hand, letting your hands drop to your sides, placing your palms flat against the top blanket as you tried your best to stop thinking about him.

Part of you couldn’t help but feel a little worried, still rehashing how he had brushed you aside when you asked if he was hurt.

But Joel was a grown man—very much so, you thought as images of the silver in his hair flashed through your mind, the salt and pepper facial hair covering a weathered face and no, no, enough of that—and he had to know how to take care of himself. Especially in this kind of world you had all been in for the last twenty years.

Still, you couldn’t help but think of the cuts that had littered his hand, the dirt and a bit of blood caked under his fingernails when he had shifted his backpack to his other hand.

You also couldn’t help but dwell on the length of those fingers, how thick they were, as they hung by his side, inches away from the fabric of your jeans as you walked beside him.

No, you thought firmly to yourself, pressing your palms even harder against the blankets, willing yourself to keep them at your sides. No, you were not thinking of Joel Miller, your grumpy, standoffish neighbor who probably despised you, that way.

Then you glanced back over the book you had abandoned, taking in the scantily dressed woman draped across the broad, firm chest of a ruggedly handsome man across the cover, his strong arms wrapped around her and oh, no.

Your fingers began to slip up the blanket, biting your lip hard as you stared at the cover of that book, remembering the smutty words of the last chapter and oh no.

With a shaky exhale, you reached one hand out for the book, picking it up and quickly flipping backwards in the pages to that scene. You desperately reread the words, soaking in the description of a thick, throbbing cock sinking into the moaning, mewling heroine, over and over, your free hand slipping under your blanket to find the band of your shorts, moving underneath to fiddle with the hemline of your panties.

You shouldn’t.

You really, really shouldn’t.

In fact, you convinced yourself you weren’t. You told yourself you were purely basing this little self-love moment of much-needed release off the smutty book.

But when your eyes fixed on that description, your fingers sliding underneath your panties to glide along your folds, a soft moan escaping your lips as you collected your wetness to begin to slowly rub your clit—you weren’t seeing the way that man was described.

In your mind you saw dark curls instead of the short blond hair that was written; brown eyes instead of blue, holding a severe stare instead of a loving gaze; tan skin instead of pale, weathered and scarred, maybe? Did he have scars on his body, like the one on his temple, and the one on his nose?

Your hips lifted into your hand as your head tilted back, moaning again as you circled your clit faster, lifting the book above your head so you could focus on that one sentence—he thrusted into her quickly, his nails digging into the soft skin of her thighs, drawing wanton moans from her plush lips—and you moaned again, even louder, eyes fluttering shut as you felt yourself hurtling towards that edge, so close that if you just changed the angle of your fingers a little bit, you would—

The sound of a door slamming shut made your eyes snap open, a gasp pulled from your lungs as the book tumbled from your hands to land on the bed at the same moment your other hand snapped away from your throbbing clit.

You grabbed the sheets, pulling them closer to yourself as you glanced around wildly, heart pounding in your chest at the thought of being caught.

But who would catch you?

You were very much alone, having nobody to keep you company in your little house.

Then a breeze brushed past your face, and your eyes lifted towards your bedroom window and, oh.

Oh, no.

You pushed yourself from your bed quickly, too quickly, legs tangling in the sheets and causing you to fall to your forearms.

With a groan, you detangled yourself, rising to hurry towards the window that was still very much open.

For a moment, you glanced through it, noting the open window on the second story right above your own window.

Jesus.

Had he—

Your cheeks warmed, and you slammed your window shut, grabbing the curtains to pull them over it, feeling a surge of overwhelming embarrassment as you hurried back to hide under your sheets.

Yeah, you were never leaving your house again.

[voltronisanobsession]

Stuck in a Loop | Teen Wolf x Reader

A little story I had while listening to Emily Jeffri teehee😁 a little less focused on romance but whateva👼

If the end feels a little rushed, shhhh ignore it

A soft bump on the road awoke you, causing you to slowly open your eyes. Clearing your throat, you lean away from the window of the car and reach for the nearly empty water bottle next to you, drinking the last of it, yet still wanting more.

“Do you have any more water?” You ask, voice still scratchy from your nap. Stiles looks away from the road for a second and seems to think before answering.

“Uh yeah I think. Check in the pocket behind the seat.”

You twist your body as much as you could to reach the back of your seat, barely reaching it before you feel the familiar shape of a bottle. Cracking it open, you take two full gulps before pulling it away, asking if Stiles wanted any and covering it back up when he declined.

You look up just in time to see you guys passed a speed limit sign, the bold 40 MPH making it hard to miss.

“Why does Scott want us to meet him again? I feel like it’s too late to be calling us for help.” You yawned.

“I don’t know, he didn’t really say anything, just told me where to go.” Stiles shrugged while rubbing his eyes with one hand and steering with his other. You grabbed his hand before he could place it back on the wheel, wanting to just hold his hand.

The boy looked at you once again with a smile, slightly squeezing your hand which made you smile in turn. You both were so caught up with each other that none of you saw the deer that suddenly appear on the road until it was too late.

A quick glance in front you had you shouting in fear.

“DEER! STILES DEER!”

It all happened so quickly. Stiles swerved to the left trying to avoid the deer yet served back to the right too quickly. The car was off the road for a second, touching the natural ground for a moment before the tire started giving out. Had they popped the tire?

Stiles tried his best to steer the car back but it was done. The front right tire caused the entire car to lean towards the right, flipping the car over and down the hill it once drove on.

Neither of you could yell or scream by the amount of flips the car made going down the hill. You hit your head against the window of the door, your head pounding against it the entire way down.

After what felt like an eternity, the jeep finally made one more flip before landing on its side at the bottom. The silence was deafening after everything was done

Glass was scattered everywhere. You were littered with cuts all over your body. Opening your eyes with as much strength as you could muster, you tired your head to look at Stiles.

He sat there motionless and full of cuts and blood, arms hanging limp by his sides. As much as you tried, you couldn’t move your hand to hold his, tears slowly falling down your bloodied cheek. Somewhere inside you knew he was no longer with you

You felt yourself slowly fading into darkness. Your eyes struggled to stay open, your body struggled to not lose consciousness.

Yet you let it all go.

You closed your eyes and let death take away into the night, just like it did with Stiles.

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You slowly opened your eyes as a small bump in the road awoke you. Twisting your necklace, you stretched before glancing around in confusion.

You grabbed the nearly empty water bottle that sat next to you, staring at it with confusion as you held it in your hand.

“You good?” Stiles’ voice snapped you out of your trance, confusion and worry etched upon his face as he glanced at you

“Uh yeah, yeah. I just had a really weird dream. That’s it.” You say as you place down the bottle back in the cup holder.

You reach for the back of the seat, twisting your body enough for you to feel the shape of a bottle in the pocket hidden in the dark. Hm.

“I forgot that was there! I thought we were out.” Stiles said while gesturing to the bottle between you, still focused on the road yet continuously glancing at your silent frame.

“What?” You whisper in confusion, eyeing the yellow speed limit sign as you passed it. 40 MPH.

“You wanna, I don’t know, talk about your dream? You look like you've seen a ghost.” The boy said, a hint of humor in his voice. You glanced at him with a grimace. He immediately saw your apprehension and turned serious.

“I had a dream where everything that’s happening now, happened. Don’t look at me stiles, keep an eye on the road. After we passed the speed limit sign though, we were busy looking at each other to see a deer on the road.” Just as you said that, you saw a figure in the distance, the moonlight barely outlining it in the dark.

“There! Be careful!” Stiles had enough time to move to the left lane and carefully maneuvered the car back to the right lane. You look in the rear view mirror in shock as you stared at the deer, shrinking in the distance.

“How did you know it was there?” Stiles eyebrows furrowed. Your hand traveled to the necklace sitting on your neck, twisting it with anxiousness.

This had to be a dream, right? There was no way everything was repeating itself.

“What’s going on?” Whispering to yourself, you didn’t even see the car speeding towards you guys. And just like that, again, everything happened too quickly.

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"STILES!" You gasp loudly, scaring the life out of the boy driving next to you.

"WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?!" The brunette hit his brakes a little too hard causing you both to slam forward as the car makes a halting stop.

You take deep breathes as you take in your surroundings, hands fiddling with your necklace in anxiousness. You're still in the car, next to your boyfriend, alive. You were alive. He was alive.

You reach to grab the water bottle from the back of the seat, staring at it in horror. Something was not right.

"Y/N! What's going on? You can't just go screaming my name while I'm driving!" Stiles turns to you, trying to make sense why you look close to crying.

His heart clenches at the sight of tears trailing down your face.

"I-I don't know! I don't know what's going on! We keep dying and restarting this entire situation over again but something is always happening! First it w-was the deer and hill, then it was the random car! Stiles I don't know what to do!" You could only sob into your hands as Stiles tries his best to comfort you.

"What do you mean we keep dying? Hey, hey, calm down. You're ok, I'm right here." Stiles rubs your back as he twists his body to hug you over the car console. It's a bit awkward for him and you can't help the watery laugh you let out as he continues to hug you.

"Um yeah. I know it's not a dream because I r-remember everything. Every time we've had an accident, I wake up in the same spot and everything. It starts all over again everytime." You rub your eyes in exhaustion. Is this a supernatural problem you're facing right now? After everything you've been through, the signs are pointing to yes.

"Ok so like a time loop? If you're the only one who remembers what's happened before, then it's probably gonna keep happening until you break it." The boy says thoughtfully out loud. He seems to think for a moment and you can't help but feel thankful for him.

He didn't question what you were saying and fully believed you. Even though he doesn't remember the previous events, he was making an effort to help you. Stiles looks back to you and gives you a reassuring smile. You return it with a small smile of your own.

"If we're actually stuck in a time loop than we gotta figure what's trapping us in it. I'm guessing the same things are gonna happen no matter what until one of us figures out how to get out. Man this is so cool, I only read about these kinds of things in books!" You give him a dark glare as he says that last part. Everything about this has not been cool whatsoever.

"I genuinely don't know. Everything has been the same until we drive past the speed sign. After that, the deer came in, and then the random car." Stiles hums as you say this. Then he claps.

"Ok that's something! You said it happens after we pass the sign right? What if we just don't pass it?" You give him a look of confusion as he changes gears and starts driving in reverse.

"Ohh that's smart! It could be the sign that's keeping the loop going!" You give his arm a pat as you smile.

"That's what I was thinking! We'll just head to the gas station like this and see if that changes anything." You both sit in silence as he continues reversing. 10 minutes pass before either of you talks.

In this time, you should have reached the station but it's as if it was a never ending road. Stiles seems to notice this as well and huffs in annoyance. Putting his car in park, he sighs and looks ahead into the night.

"I don't think we've moved from the spot we're in. We're definitely in a loop." Stiles groans after wasting 10 minutes of driving backwards. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, once again grabbing onto your necklace for emotional support.

"I think we only have one choice. We go forwards since we can't go backwards. Just... Just try to be alert and be ready to drive like a mad man. I don't want to lose you again." Stiles glances at you before taking your hand and kissing it.

"I promise we'll get out of this. You're not losing me again." He said it was such conviction that you finally felt a sliver of hope blossom in you. You nodded and kissed his hand.

"Ok, let's get it." Feeling pumped up, Stiles shifted gears and began driving forwards. You saw the sign in the dark distance, chills running down your spine as you read 40 MPH.

"Get ready. A deer's gonna be on the road, so drive to the left when you see it." As you finished, the deer came into view, it's head turning towards you as it watched the car grow closer. Stiles carefully maneuvered around it and settled back into the road.

"Ok now a car is gonna be speeding towards us! I think it's a drunk driver? Please be careful." You say as you shake in fear. This is what got you both last time.

"Got it." He murmured, gripping the wheel as he noticed a shadowy figure growing closer. From the way it was driving erratically, he kept his senses on alert. Soon the car was near them. Stiles swiftly moved to avoid the car that was driving straight towards them. You let out a yelp as the car bumped into the side of his jeep, but nothing else happened.

"Oh thank god! Keep driving, we never got pass that car. I don't know what happens now." Your boyfriend nods and continues driving. It wasn't long until something else happened. This was much more terrifying for you though.

Suddenly loud noises from all over sounded throughout the night. From howling to growls, the noise was deafening to say the least. You let out a scream as something hit your side of the car. Not only were the animalistic sounds carving its way into your brains, now the entire car was getting assaulted from all angles.

"What the hell is happening?! What's hitting us?!" Stiles yelled out, flinching as something hit his window.

"I don't know but I have a feeling we need to figure out how to break the loop now or something bad's gonna happen!" You yelled back, covering your ears and letting out a scream of terror as a black figure rammed its body into your window.

"You have to figure out what's keeping us in the loop Y/N! Think! Was something different when you woke up last time?! Or was it all the same?! There has to be something!" Stiles swerved to avoid hitting a shadowy figure on the road. Whatever was attacking you didn't plan on letting either of you go.

You sat thinking quickly as the hits on the car grew more aggressive. The first time you woke up, you drank your water and then saw the sign. The the deer showed up and that ended! Then you entered the loop! You drank your water, passed the sign, then warned Stiles about the deer. You survived that but then a car came into the picture!

And now in this loop!

"SHIT!" A hit on your side caused the car to skid to the left side of the road which caused him to lose control of the car for a second.

"NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO SAVE US!" You shut your eyes and tried to focus on your thoughts.

You woke up, the water bottle was the same, you passed the yellow sign and passed the deer. Then you passed the car! So whatever caused this loop had to have been something from the very start! After the deer situation, nothing could have caused the loop. What was different about the beginning?!

You pulled on your necklace and froze. Your necklace. Your necklace? You realized you never had a necklace to begin with. This wasn't even yours!

You furrowed your eyebrows as you yanked the necklace from your neck. It hurt a bit but you didn't care.

"What are you doing?! You just broke the chain!" Stiles looked at you with wide eyes as the animal sounds suddenly grew louder than before. You lifted the object and looked it. It was made from a black metal with a red stone in the center.

"When have you ever seen me wear this?! It's not mine!" Quickly, you rolled down the window and threw the damned thing out and rolled it back up. As you threw it out, an energy force boomed from the car and you watched with fascination as the energy wave flowed through the air. The sheer force of it had you sitting flush against the seat and forced Stiles to stop the car as well.

The banging, the screaming and howling had abruptly stopped. It was quiet, save from the huffs coming from the two of you. You felt your body go lax against the car seat as you closed your eyes.

Finally, it was over.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes, too scared to move in fear something else will pop out in the dead of night. After a moment, Stiles spoke.

"You did it. I thought we were gonna die." His body sagged against the steering wheel, head turned towards you, sweat falling from his hair.

"Me too." You sighed as you dragged your hands down your face. You were never going to drive this late at night ever again.

"I'm proud of you Y/N. You got yourself out of the loop." He let out a laugh and sat against his seat again.

"Well I literally couldn't have done it without you. I'd probably be on my, like, 6th loop if it weren't for you." You smiled and looked into the night. The moon's light touched your hand. It gave you an ethereal glow. How long has it been watching you for?

"I'm going to kill Scott. It was his fault for making us come out this late." Stiles dove for his phone and called Scott. After three rings, the werewolf finally answered.

"Hello?" A groggy voice called into the phone, obviously heavy with sleep. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"What is WRONG with you?! We almost died trying to get to you man!" Stiles yelled into the speaker, causing Scott to wince at the sound.

"What are you talking about? Where are you guys?" Scott suddenly seemed more awake, his voice scratchy from being woken up.

"You sent me a text saying to meet you and to take Y/N with me. Stop trying to act all innocent." You sat in silence as the pieces started clicking together.

"I never sent you anything. I've been asleep the entire time dude." Stiles made a face before searching through his for the message.

"Ok don't play with me. You literally sent me-" He paused midsentence when he pulled up his messages with Scott, only to see the most recent message was sent more than 5 hours ago.

"What the hell? I had a message right here telling us to go to this sketchy place. Where'd it go?" Stiles muttered in confusion.

"I think this thing, whatever it was, was trying to lure us away from the others. We fell right into it's trap." You stated. "Real question is why us two, and why target me specifically?"

All three of you sat in silence before Scott spoke up.

"Come to my house guys. This might be a new monster and I wanna hear what happened with you two. Now I'm actually saying this, not some copy version of me." You both agreed and hung up the phone.

"Wanna go back through there or take the long way?"

You let out a short laugh. "After all that, I'm never driving through here again. Long way all the way."

"I agree. Long way it is."

[honeycrispjamz]

➶➴➵➶➴➵➶Shauna & Misty’s friendship➴➵➶➴➵➶➴

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶headcanons➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

➴ Before the crash, Shauna and Misty had english class together and were constantly competing for the best grade/mark. It was an unacknowledged competition, but a competition no less.

➶ Shauna lets Misty help her in the meat shack— dividing rations, cleaning/sharping Shauna’s knife in between uses, etc— despite everyone else’s (Mari’s) objections. Misty’s rambling can be almost meditative to zone out on, even if it can get a bit annoying at times.

➴ Misty figures out how to make (shitty) coffee using just ground up coffee beans from the cabin pantry and hot water. So, every morning, before the other girls wake up, Misty makes Shauna and herself a cup of coffee to share while they watch the sun rise.

➶ Misty teaches Shauna how to make origami animals out of her journal pages, and Shauna teaches Misty how to make a friendship bracelet (using whatever scrap of fabric and string she can get her hands on.) She teaches Misty the exact same way Jackie taught her years ago.

➴ Even though it takes a bit of convincing, Misty helps Shauna do morning, afternoon, and bedtime stretches/exercises throughout her pregnancy. At first it felt like torture, having to contort her already aching body 5 billion different ways with Misty yapping in her ear while she does so, but after a week of constant stretching she does notice a difference and (begrudgingly) keeps it up.

➶ Misty was one of the only people brave enough— besides Taissa— to go check on Shauna while she was out in the meat shed with Jackie’s corpse, even though Shauna never let her in. That didn’t stop her, though, from sitting outside with her back pressed against door, talking to Shauna through it about anything and everything. She always ended up getting ran off after a few minutes, of course, but that never deterred her from checking on Shauna.

➴ Shauna thinks it’s cute how much her dry-pan humor makes Misty laugh. Jokes that usually never land with the other girls— or jokes that were deemed ‘too mean’ by Jackie long before the crash— never fail to make Misty giggle, even if she doesn’t fully understand all of them.

➶ Unlike other people, when Shauna flips out on Misty, Misty never seems to hold a grudge for every long like she does with other people who are mean to her. She’s always back a few hours later, mug in hand, with a smile on her face as she makes a place for herself in Shauna’s vicinity. Sometimes, it makes Shauna feel powerless, but most times it makes her feel accepted.

➴ After Shauna’s miscarriage, Misty and Taissa team up to make her healing process as comfortable and easy as possible. Taissa focuses more on keeping Shauna mentally active— making conversation, getting her to start up journaling again, etc— while Misty focuses on keeping Shauna physically clean/healthy. She washes all of Shauna’s clothes by herself, braids Shauna’s hair while she’s bedridden so it doesn’t get matted, even washes her face every morning for her so Shauna doesn’t have to worry about doing it/can feel somewhat clean while she gets better.

➶ They wear each other’s socks constantly out in the wilderness, more than they do with the other girls. Misty just always ends up in a pair of Shauna’s black crew socks, while Shauna sneakily wears Misty’s fuzzy pink ones around the cabin.

[ladylooch]

You, Me, and Mexico [Lucie x Connor] - Part 1

A/N: I mentioned this before, but want to re-iterate that this is basically a re-write of the beginning of Lucie and Connor's story. This happened because as I got to know the characters more, I didn't feel like what was written before accurately reflected their start. So here is a much hotter, achey, pining version of that story. ICYMI, you will want to check out this part first, which is mentioned in a few moments below.

Word Count: 5.1k

(Lucie)

The last time Lucie Hischer set foot in Mexico, she was ten years old. After that, family vacations revolved more around the Spanish and Italian areas of Europe. There was so much to explore within a short flight of their permanent home in Switzerland. 

Everything about this trip is going to be different. 

Starting with the sleeping hockey player on her left. 

Since Lucie and Connor separated on New Years, she hasn’t seen much of him or Lio. The Devils skid continued the next few weeks, but a long, West coast road trip helped them turn everything around. Her desperate arms had clawed Connor into a hug at the airport this morning when she met Lio and him at the security line for their Allstar retreat. Lucie has tons of assignments and school work she should be focusing on this week. Instead, she’s throwing it all out the window for some fun in the sun. Hopefully. 

Lucie glances to the left again, away from her book to Connor who sleeps with his big headphones covering his ears. His arms are crossed over his chest where he wears a dark grey sweatshirt. A well-worn Patriot’s hat sits on his head. His face is turned towards her so she can examine his features as the sunlight tries to collect on his lips from her window. His jaw flexes and he breathes heavily, almost like he might be dreaming. He looks so beautiful right now. Not even hot or sexy, just damn beautiful with his gorgeous and chiseled features. She’s almost disappointed that his closed lids hide those water, blue eyes from her.

Behind her, Lio taps her seat.

“Do you have chapstick?” He asks her, one eye peeking through the from her armrest.

“Yeah.” Lucie nods, rummaging round in her bag for it. She holds it behind her head for him to grab. A minute later, he is placing it back in her palm.

“Thanks. Hey, are you good to go to the beach tonight? Supposed to be a big party there. Lots to do. We are going to meet some of the other boys there.” A few other players Lio and Connor know from around the league are meeting up with them.

“Yeah. Sounds fun.” Lucie nods.

“Cool.” Lio leans back, leaving Lucie to go back to her book. 

However, she quickly  falls asleep, curled up in her seat, feet off the floor so her knees are basically a pillow. Her book falls down from her hand, collecting on Connor’s thigh.

“Luc.” She hears, then feels Connor’s hand slide around her ankle. He rubs his thumb across it, catching both her skin and her sock. He increases his pressure when she doesn’t respond. “Lucie, wake up.” His hand works it’s way up to hold her calf. His thumb presses into her muscle harder. Lucie slowly opens her eyes, looking at him with bleary brown orbs. “Hi.” He smiles sweetly at her. He moves his hand up to cup her cheek for a moment, then lets his hand fall. Lucie’s stomach does flip flops in her body. “We are landing soon.” He tells her. 

“Okay.” She mumbles, letting her legs fall back to the floor. Connor hands over her book, already placing the bookmark in it so she doesn’t lose her spot. She puts her shoes back on, then works her dilapidated hair out of it’s scrunchie. She works the long brown strands back into a fresher, more contained style. The entire time she can feel Connor’s eyes on her. “What?” She asks, then shrugs when he shakes his head, finally looking away.

Lucie frowns. She can’t help but feel frustrated that her and Connor had this big moment and distance has iced out whatever had been building between them. It’s like yes, he kissed her, multiple times, but it’s not like he has been texting her or interacting with her when he was on the road. Maybe what she thought was happening wasn’t. 

After a short and quiet cab ride, they reach their resort on the coast. They are greeted with sparkling water and limes, then check into their three separate rooms. Despite Lucie’s insistence on paying her own way, Lio paid for her entire trip, thus their rooms are right next to each other. Connor is on the same floor, but in the opposite direction.

“Let’s meet up in an hour?” Lio asks them both. Connor nods, then heads off to his room. 

Lucie disappears behind the door to her room after a wave to Lio, then immediately runs into her room to jump on the bed. She sighs happily, curling into the cloud like bed and it’s soft embrace of her. She doesn’t stay there long. She knows if she does, she will fall asleep again. So, she focuses on getting ready for the evening. She washes her face, then re-does her makeup into a night out shades and coverage. Her eyes are smokey and her lips are subtle. Her hair has started to wave up in the costal humidity, so she uses her Dyson to encourage the waves more.

From there, Lucie unpacks her suitcase. She dresses herself in forest green linen shorts and with a pale pink bralette and a white shirt. She spritz on two more pumps of her perfume and rubs her wrists together before dabbing them behind her ears. She knows how good she looks. If Connor isn’t going to look then she is sure others will be. 

After grabbing her crossbody purse and putting her sandals on, Lucie heads down to the lobby while sending a quick text to her parents that they made it to the resort. She sees Lio and Connor sipping margaritas in plastic cups with a few other men who must be hockey players. They’re all wearing different colors and patterns of tropical themes shirts. They should look dorky and unassuming, instead they draw attention from patrons all across the resort. She walks up to Lio’s left, avoiding Connor on his right. 

“Hey! This is Lucie, my cousin and entirely off limits.” Lio introduces her to the group. Lucie rolls her eyes. 

“Wow, what an introduction.” She purrs, extending her hand to the man on her left. “Hi, I’m Lucie, Lio’s very available cousin.”

“Nice to meet you.” He grins. He is entirely too blonde and skinny for her. The rest of them are all similar with various colors of hair and eyes. None of them are as big and filled out as Connor Wood. 

“Want something to drink?” The one who introduced himself as Brandt asks.

“I got it.” Connor insists. Lucie looks over at him, seeing his hard set jaw and lowered eyebrows. He doesn’t look thrilled. 

“I’ll go with you.” She offers. He extends a hand out to encouraging her to walk towards the bar in front of him.

“You shouldn’t of done that.” He says quietly from behind her.

“What?” She asks as they reach the outer loop of the bar.

“Told a group of hockey players that you’re open for business.” 

“Why?” She laughs as she scans her eyes over the menu. She is pretty sure she wants a margarita but it’s always good to look.

“Because they’re going to spend this entire trip trying to get a taste of you.”

“That bother you?”

“You know it does.” He rolls his eyes. “You and your little games. Always playing some angle.” He scoffs quietly, putting his forearms on the bar, eyes zeroing in on the bartender. Lucie snorts quietly, then licks her lips with frustration.

“Says the guy who kisses me once and thinks he owns me.”

“Nobody owns you, Lucie. No one ever will.” Annoyed fire dashes through Lucie’s chest.

“Are you going to keep pretending like our kiss never happened?” She demands, frustrated that it’s been brought up and he is flinging it away like a fly. He looks over at her, blue eyes smoldering her in place. 

“No. That’s the last thing I want to do. But we’re here with Lio. And a group of guys who are going to be falling all over themselves for a chance with you and your smart mouth.”

“Hey…. My mouth is more than just smart.” She smirks. She leans in, whispering in his ear. “You would die at the things it could do to you.” Her lips brush against the sleeve of his blue, tropical shirt. She puckers them, kissing his bicep gently as the bartender comes over.

“What can I get you?”

“A margarita. On the rocks. Make it extra salty on the rim.” She murmurs, not taking her eyes off Connor. 

“On my tab.” Connor says. “Room 561.”

“Yes sir.” The bartender responds, then heads off to mix up Lucie’s drink.

“You can’t say stuff like that to me, Luc.” Connor says to her, finally breaking their stare down.

“I can do whatever I want.” Connor inhales heavily, then drops his shoulders as he exhales. 

“Nothing has changed about Lio.” He reminds her.

“Sure, but everything has changed between us. And you did that. Don’t chicken out on me now, Woody.” 

“I’m not chickening out.”

“Then what are we doing?” He stares at her, eyes tracing over her face in a warm caress.

“We’re in Mexico, Lucie. That’s what we are doing.” 

The bartender sets Lucie’s drink on the bar top by her elbow, but it goes unacknowledged by her and Connor. Anxiousness and disappointment swirls in Lucie’s body. She was so hopeful that her and Connor would find themselves tangled up in each other. But his reserved look tells her that this week she really is going to be Lio’s unavailable cousin. Hurt bubbles up in her throat, so she stands up tall, shaking her hair over her shoulder.

“Well then. Have a fun trip.” She snaps at him, grabbing her margarita off the bar and heading back to the group. On the way, she sucks in two big, deep breaths to stop the stinging of her eyes.

She settles into her spot on Lio’s right while Connor slowly rejoins the group on Lio’s left. He is quiet, hands in his pockets, not laughing along with the rest of the boys as they razz on Sean. 

“Ready for the beach?” Lio eventually asks the group.

“Yeah, it should be about that time for the wet t-shirt contest.” Brandt says.

“What?” Lio’s eyebrows knock up excitedly. 

“Yeah. Hopefully the blonde from the pool is participating.” The boys all grin excitedly, except Connor.

Lucie walks perfectly in line with Lio to avoid any more discussion with Connor. Her chest feels bruised with anger and disappointment. Her brain swirls and she feels like clawing the skin off her lips so she doesn’t have a part of her that has touched him anymore. Why did he kiss her? Why did he open this door only to shut it in her face the next time he saw her? She thought he was good, nice, a gentleman. No, he’s like the rest of them- lying about what he can actually deliver.

Lucie slams the rest of her margarita, scanning the crowded beach. A DJ plays to the left on a big stage that has a bunch of people with arms in the air by them. People stand in groups, clumping together around a few high top tables. Some people wade through the water up to their knees. The group hits the bar again immediately. This time Lucie grabs two margaritas. Then they wander by a few carts selling amazing smelling food as they troll through the party, looking for their next adventure.

The group finds themselves close to a few more people their age. The gregarious hockey players immediately hit it off with a group of women. Connor engages Lio in conversation, leaving Lucie on her own for a few moments. This gives her plenty of time to down both of the cups in her hands. On her walk back to the group from the trash can, the tequila washes over her in a welcome, distorting heat. 

A little more North, people cheer drawing Lucie’s sporadic attention.

“What’s over there?” She asks Lio, trying to see but not being able to even on her tip toes. A few of the hockey boys have disappeared in that direction.

“It’s the wet t-shirt contest.”

“We should go.” Lucie grins. 

“No.” Lio shakes his head immediately, taking a sip of his drink.

“Lio doesn’t want to go see boobs?” Lucie scoffs then leans forward to put her hand on his forehead. “Someone call your mama! He’s dying!!!” She shoves his head. Then starts to walk towards the cheering.

“Lucie.” Lio groans.

“I know! I’m the worst! Making you go see tits for free.” Lucie giggles, turning to stick her tongue out at him while walking backwards. She accidentally bumps into someone, offering a sincere, drunk girl apology before continuing on.

Lucie reaches the outer edge of the crowd, looking up on the stage to see a handful of women in white t-shirts waiting for the contest to start. Lucie can’t really understand what’s going on, but pushes further into the crowd, losing Connor and Lio in the process. She can hear Lio’s half-assed call for her to come back. No. She doesn’t want to be anywhere near those two right now. 

And she knows exactly how to get away from them. 

She skirts through the crowd relatively easily. Everyone is drunk and focused on the stage. They don’t care for the random girl pushing forward to try to get up there. When she reaches the front, she scans for anyone who looks important. She sees a guy with a clipboard and grins, moving towards him.

“Hey!” She yells. He looks at her. “Can I get in on that?” He scans Lucie, then shrugs, nodding. 

“What’s one more?” He tells her. Lucie smiles back pleasantly like the Hischier she was taught to be, then allows a security guard to help her over the small fencing. She smooths down her shirt as she climbs the stairs to the stage. The MC stops mid-sentence.

“Do we have another contestant!? Excellent. Come here, honey. Tell us about yourself.”

“I’m Lucie and I’m from Switzerland.” She drawls out. The lights of the stage are bright so she can’t see out, but can hear.

“Lucie from Switzerland, are you ready to show us your tits?” Lucie laughs. 

“Sure.” She flirts back. 

“I love girls with daddy issues.” He jokes. Lucie’s smile falters a bit. She doesn’t have daddy issues… She just has listening issues. “Get in line, sweetheart.” 

Lucie complies, then looks to the contestant on her right.

“Hey, you probably want to take your bra off.” Lucie looks down at her bralette. 

Oh yeah. 

She shimmies off the straps then tucks it into the pocket of her shorts. She looks down, seeing the distinct point of her nipples already. She looks out towards the stage again, imagining Connor out there, watching her do this. A shivery thrill rolls down her spine. She swallows hard, seeing a handful of guys with buckets come out in front of them. She can hear ice swirling around in the plastic. She watches as one of them comes to stand directly in front of her. He smiles at Lucie and she feels a little claw of ick pinch her through her drunken, tequila haze.

Maybe she shouldn’t be doing….

Any other words she could think are slapped from her by the ice cold water hitting her chest. It splashes onto her face and legs too. Lucie and the rest of the contestants stumble back slightly. 

“Oh my god.” The girl next to her snaps. “That’s not how they did it in Florida.” She wipes at her eyes, careful not to smear her mascara. Her hair got wet too, causing it to flatten out immediately.

“Jesus Christ.” Lucie hears muttered to her left. She blinks the water out of her eyes, then watches Connor’s approach. She instinctively reaches for him as a source of safety. Connor stands in front of her, chest heaving as if he was running or working hard to get here. “Are you okay?” He asks her. Lucie nods, then looks away, embarrassed as hell that she got herself into this moment. When she looks back, she can see Connor staring at her pink nipples showing through her shirt. He forcefully removes his gaze, turning back to her face. “I’ve got you, okay?”

“Dude, move we can’t see her!!!”’ Someone yells from the crowd. When Connor stays planted in place, the guy starts to boo. Others follow suit until the whole, drunk crowd is booing at them both. 

“We want to see her boobs!” Another man yells. Connor scoffs, glaring over his shoulder. He shrugs his shirt off his shoulders and a loud female crowd starts to scream. 

“Damn man, you should have entered.” The MC laughs. The crowd cheers louder. Lucie’s cheeks burn red as Connor wraps the shirt round her, ignoring everything else except for her. He puts his arm over her shoulder, then walks her to the edge of the stage. “Guess Lucie from Switzerland is out.” 

The crowd moves on quickly, enjoying the sights of 10 other women with perky tits on display in front of them. Lucie shakes in Connor’s embrace as the wind whips against her wet clothing. She is soaked from her chin down to her mid-thighs. Beads of cold water trail down her legs, dripping off her heels. The couple comes up on the group they came with. Lio is flaming pissed. Lucie can practically see the steam blowing the top of his head off. 

“I’ve got her, Lee.” Connor says as he pushes past, not even bringing them further into their group. 

“Lucie, go to bed and sober up. I better not see you on this beach again tonight!” Lio snaps. She can hear the disgust in his voice, but when she looks at him, he has his arm around two women. 

“You’re one to talk, asshole.” She calls back to him, rolling her eyes. He can fuck off with his misogynistic treatment of women. He’s going to rail two girls tonight but she can’t participate in a wet t-shirt contest? Or fuck any of the boys they came here with? Seems fair. 

All Lucie can think about as Connor maneuvers her towards her room is that she wishes she was anywhere but here.

- - -

(Connor)

When Connor saw Lucie on that stage, he blacked out. He didn’t think about anything else but the fact that he has had a hard on for this beautiful woman for months, and now a hundred other strangers were going to see her perky breasts before he does. He didn’t think about how he was going to get her down, or how he was going to shield her and bring her to a safe place. It just happened.

But that’s what Lucie Hischier does to him. Everything just happens. Whether he wants it to or not. Now she is curled into his side, clutching the waistband of his shorts as she shivers slightly in the cool, beach breeze. 

Since that cold water hit her body, Connor has been alternating between being angry and turned on. Why doesn’t she listen? Why does she always insist on pushing the limits between them and with everyone in her life who cares about her? What is she running from? What is she doing by throwing caution to the wind like that? Doesn’t she understand that people only want to protect her? No. Because she’s too busy chasing the thrill.

He has a thrill she can chase. It’s hard and thick and will shut her damn mouth up if she ever wants it. Connor shakes his head, leading Lucie into the elevator. Fuck, he needs to stop thinking like that or his dick is never going to soften tonight. But really, Connor knows it won’t until he gets back to his room and strokes one out. He has no chance of a cold shower helping this. Not with the eyeful of her nipples he got on that stage. He about fell to his knees to kiss them there, in front of Lio and the boys too. 

“Do you have your key?”

“Yeah.” Lucie fumbles around in her pocket, handing over the thin card to him. He knows what room she is in, guiding her there after they step off the elevator. “Connor, I’m sorry. I…” She trails off, looking up at him with sad brown eyes.

“It’s okay.” He shakes his head. “Lio’s being an asshole. You’re allowed to…” He widens his eyes, shaking his head again. “Have fun.” He ends with a smirk. Lucie stands in place, looking at him for a moment as he holds her door open for her to go inside. 

“You should go in and make sure my room is safe…” She suggests. Connor can tell nothing about that request is innocent. But still, his feet enter her room. He makes a big show of looking around, even behind the glass shower door and in the small wardrobe. All he finds are her clothes.

“All clear.” He murmurs, turning back to her. She stands there with her bottom lip tucked in her mouth, brown eyes doey and seductive. And he knows he is so fucked.

“You can look here too.” Lucie huskily whispers, letting his shirt fall away from her breasts so he can see her still soaked through t-shirt. Connor’s jaw clenches as his eyes stay on her face. Slowly, she peels his shirt off her body that’s now wet from being connected to hers. It drops in a pool at her feet. Lucie’s arms drop to her sides, allowing him to see her fully.  “What do you think, Connor?”

“I think you’re drunk, Luc.” His hands ball into fists beside his thighs trying not to reach for her.

“Is that why I’m wondering what they would feel like in big hands.” She drawls at him.

The change in the tone of her voice has Connor’s eyes slipping. When he takes his peek, he almost falls to his knees at how beautiful she is. Connor inhales heavily, cock twitching in his shorts as he traces the pink circles. He can see the texture of them through the wet fabric. His tongue gets heavy in his mouth, wanting to trace them for textural memory too. His lips part, blue eyes staying there as if he is painting them for his long-term memory. He steps forward, then trolls his eyes back up to her face. Desire swallows her brown eyes, reaching out to make his skin burn like wildfire everywhere they touch. He licks his lips, stopping in front of her.

“You still look cold, sweetheart. You need someone to warm those up?” Connor leans down, hovering over her face, lips mere inches away.

“I don’t need someone. I need you.” 

Liquid lust rushes through Connor’s body. He doesn’t have a shot in hell of holding himself back. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close so he can lift her into his arms. Lucie gasps in surprise, then brings her lips over his.

“Kiss me.” She demands. Connor smiles. This girl always knows exactly what she wants.

“I’ll kiss you when I’m ready. First, I wanna look at you.” He murmurs.

He sits down on the bed with her in his arms. They work together to get Lucie straddling his lap. Her wet breasts are directly below his chin, but his eyes stay on hers. Lucie rolls her hips into his lap, letting out a breathy, needy sigh as she feels his stiffness connect with her clothed core. 

“Please Connor.”

That will get him. His big hand comes to the back of her neck, tugging her lips to his. Fireworks explode inside of him, and maybe outside, he can’t tell, but she tastes and feels like the best thing he’s ever had in his life. Connor groans against her mouth. His hands wrap around her higher now, covering her ribs on either side of her abdomen, thumbs brushing almost where they both needs him.

Lucie gasping against his mouth when his thumbs stroke around her tight peaks once, ignoring their center. His cock jolts, oozing into his boxer briefs. Fuck, he has barely touched her and he could cum right now. She circles her hips into him. Connor feels the plumpness of the underside of her breasts on his lazy trail down to her hips. He squeezes her tighter to hold her down on him firmly.

“Please, Connor. Please fuck me.”

He pulls back to look at her. She is wild under his hands. He has never, ever needed someone as bad as he needs Lucie Hischier right now. She watches him come closer. He drops his mouth down to the thin, still wet cotton and sucks her nipple into his mouth. Lucie’s hand crawls into his hair. She moans his name. Connor closes his eyes in ecstasy trying not to combust in his pants with her building friction rubbing her clothed pussy along his cock in sync with his suckles. Fuck, she is so needy. She would be like putty in his hands tonight, twisting and turning her every which way. Once wouldn’t be enough. He’d need her at least three times to get this painful twist out of his balls. 

He pulls away again, shoving the fabric out of the way to get her bare flesh into his mouth. She squirms under his hands. He wants to lick her up and lay her flat on her back on this bed. Fuck her well into the morning and do all the things he’s been imagining with her. He can feel the heat from her seeping through her damp shorts. His fingers itch to move down, feel how wet he is making her compared to the water from the contest. He sets his fingers on the waistband of her shorts, then something makes him pause.

This isn’t a hook up. Or some random girl he met on the beach. This is Lucie. Lio’s cousin, Connor’s best friend, and he came up here to make sure she made it safely. Not take advantage of a drunk, Swiss hockey princess. When he takes her, and he knows he will, it isn’t going to be here, in the room next to her cousin where he is trying to get two women back to his bed.

Connor falls back with a pop of his lips as her breast falls out of his mouth. He looks at her blown pupils, swollen lips from his kiss, and as bad as his balls ache to release he knows they are done for the night. Gently, he cups her face.

“Not like this, Luc.”

Connor watches the excitement drain from Lucie’s eyes. They dull instantly. He sighs, rubbing his thumb into her hip. She begins to clam up in his arms, muscles going from loose and languid to ridging in seconds.  She moves to get off him and he can see what’s happening. 

“Luc.”

“Let me go please.” He does immediately, watching as she turns back towards the front of the room heading to where the bathroom is.

“I want to so much. More than I can even say.” He calls to her. Fuck, why is she so upset with him? He’s only trying to respect her and their relationships with Lio.

“Yep. Sure. It’s all good. Have a good night.” She calls as she goes into her bathroom. The door shuts with a definitive click. Connor collapses inward on himself. He looks towards the ceiling, closing his eyes. Why does he have to be a good guy? Why can’t he be more like Lio and just fuck her for his own personal pleasure and not care about anything else?

Connor runs a hand through his hair, sighing. He hears the water turn on in the shower. Knowing Lucie is naked in the next room, water dripping down her beautiful body, does nothing for the hard lump under his zipper. He adjusts himself, trying to focus on other things like Herbies or being yelled at by his dad. 

Maybe he should have left once she got in the shower, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stays on her bed until she comes out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. It’s clear she thought he left. But there he is, elbows on his thighs, hands clasped together in front of him as he leans forward, ready to clear the air that staled when they pulled apart.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.” He says immediately.“Want to peel off that towel. Kiss all over your sexy body. Want to mark you in places I can see tomorrow in your little bikini that I know you’ll be messing with in front of me on purpose. I want to grab handfuls of your ass while you ride me. You like to ride cock don’t you, baby? You’d love mine. Big and thick. Would split you open the way you’re begging for tonight.”

Lucie clutches the towel tighter over her chest, mouth dropping slightly open and she begins to breathe heavily.

“But the first time I have you is not going to be in some Mexican resort with your cousin banging two random chicks next door while you’re drunk off tequila and the high of disobeying. You deserve better. What we are going to be deserves better.” He stands up, reaching out for her, not wanting to cross a line if she is going to tell him to go to hell.

“Now come here and properly kiss me goodnight.”

Lucie’s bare feet shuffle quietly over the carpet. Then she collapses into his chest. He cradles her there, inhaling her freshly shampooed scalp. He rubs her bare back above the towel, then kisses the top of her head. She tilts her face up, letting him kiss her. It’s a soft kiss. Nothing like the ones they had been sharing before this. It aches with tenderness and a deep appreciation of each other.

“Thank you for saving me. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Probably not.” He agrees. “We’re okay?” Lucie drops her gaze to his bare chest.

“Yeah. Thank you for staying… to tell me that. It helps. Um, I don’t want anything bad to happen between us. But tonight, I just…. Forgot.”

“Trust me, I did too.” He nods. “You make me wanna forget it all.” 

“But that’s not who you are.” Lucie nods. His heart warms at the way she sees that in him.

Connor leans down to give her one more kiss, then threads their fingers together so they can walk to her door. Lucie kisses his tricep as they come to stop by the door.

“Goodnight.” He says to her. 

“Goodnight.” She responds quietly. “Dream of me?” She asks him innocently. 

“Only you.” He murmurs, then kisses her quickly before heading down towards his room. 

Read more Lucie and Connor here.

[breakfastteatime]

Today's Survivor request is "Fall" for @etoiline

It finds Cal in the quiet, in the stillness, in the emptiness, when sleep refuses him.

Darkness.

The fall. His fall. It happened so easily.

(No, it didn’t.)

He gave into the darkness without a fight.

(No, you didn’t.)

That rage. That power. He misses it.

(Do you?)

Sighing, Cal rolls out of bed and heads out into the Koboh night. BD doesn’t let him go alone. No one stops them – everyone’s used to Cal’s nighttime wanderings by now – but BD will never let him wander off alone. The Outpost is quieter by night, only the hardiest (or most destitute) prospectors heading out to work. He decides to head for the forest. The quiet trees and waterfalls usually soothe his whirring mind.

His feet take him across Swindlers Wash and into the forest, head buzzing with self-recriminations as he heads into the forest. He reaches the Basalt Rift, distracted by the guilty part of him that doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life in hiding, who loves the variety of Koboh and the wider galaxy…

He doesn’t hear the battle droid until it’s on him, and while he does take it down before it shoots him in the head, his balance is all off, and he tips backward, plummeting off a cliff and falling, down, down, down. The Force howls, and he flips in time to hit a pool of water feet first. Deep, deep under the water, it takes Cal’s scrambled head a few seconds to catch up. He kicks his way back to the surface, fighting the current. When he breaks through, he’s already a long way from the cliff he fell off.

“BD?!”

A slightly waterlogged warble comes from Cal’s back. A sob of relief escapes him, and he nods in agreement when BD tells him to find somewhere to climb out of the river as soon as he can.

By the time Cal’s on dry land again, he’s soaked but warm, the Koboh night far from cold. He’s unhurt, although his ego’s taken a good hit. Distracted. Reckless. When will he learn?

BD beeps for Cal’s attention. “I’m okay. Guess I need to find a better coping skill.”

Talking. He could try talking.

Cal reaches over, gives BD a head pat. “I know. I just don’t know where to start.”

BD does, because he knows Cal is a good person. How could he not be, when he’s still so torn up over everything that happened, including using the dark side. A bad person wouldn’t care like Cal does.

“Cere always told me every Jedi faces the dark side. It was stupid of me to think I wouldn’t, that I’d be too good for that.” Cal sighs, and not because he’s not entirely sure where he is and how long it will take to get back to the Outpost. “I’m going to carry it for the rest of my life.” Everyone has something to carry. He thought he was at his limit after Cere and Master Cordova died.

Turns out there’s more beneath rock bottom.

Hopping onto Cal’s head, flashlight shining, BD suggests that if Cal wants to use up all his energy on worrying about it, maybe next time he could do it in the garden, instead of taking a dive off a cliff?

Cal chuckles. “I’m happy to skip the cliff diving.” He glances up, gauges the distance. “Can’t believe I didn’t break anything. Maybe we don’t tell anyone about this?”

BD is noncommittal. He needs blackmail material.

“I don’t have to give you oil baths.”

Cal’s secret is safe with BD.

By the time they return to the Outpost, dawn is breaking and Greez waits for them outside Pyloon’s with a hot cup of caf and the medkit. He hands over the caf, gives Cal a good looking over, then nods, taking the unopened medkit inside with them.

“You figure out what you needed to figure out?” Greez asks as they walk into the bar.

“Kinda?”

“Try to sound a little less uncertain.”

“Maybe.”

“Oh, awe-inspiring, kid. Anyway, there’s some weeds in the garden and Pili wants your help with them. Says you’re the best one to deal with the Spikers.”

“Spikers, you got it.”

“Right, right, and by the time you’re done with the weeding, it’ll probably be time to take a nap.”

Cal smiles. “I’ll give it a go.”

[mapis-putellas]

Don’t say I didn’t warn you

Advent day 12: Carry me?

Paring: sick Yelena x reader

Notes: the longest one yet!

“Come on,” Yelena shouts giddily as the rain water from the puddles soak her legs, spinning in circles with her arms out either side of her. “This is so much fun.”

You watch with a smile -from the very dry threshold of the doorway might you add, as Yelena jumps in yet another puddle. It was currently summer, and after weeks upon weeks of unbearable heat, the sky had finally let loose with a much needed torrential downpour.

It had started of small. Tiny drops of moisture dotting the windows and the cement, then with an almighty roar of thunder, it had begun to bucket it down.

The second Yelena had gotten a glance out of the window after putting away the dishes from lunch, there had been no stopping her. Both her shoes and coat had been left abandoned in the entry way of your home as she’d excitedly run outside, and despite your concerns that this decision might bite her in the butt, you couldn’t deny just how adorable she looks.

Soon, the sound of wet feet hitting the cement catches your attention, and you flicker your eyes over just in time to see Yelena running full speed towards a large, still steadily growing puddle.

Your eyes widen. “Yelena no-” too late. She lands in the very centre, and the power of her feet hitting the water has her absolutely saturated. Seemingly uncaring over this fact, she lets out a loud laugh and wipes at her eyes before turning to face you with a proud grin.

You couldn’t help but return it, not remembering the last time you’d seen her so happy. Knowing she’d be content by herself for a few moments, you disappear inside and grab a few towels from the laundry closet, not intending on letting her back inside when she’d be sure to drip water absolutely everywhere.

By the time you return, she was walking back towards the house looking like an adorably drowned rat, and you hold out one of the towels ready for her to step into. She does, and you don’t miss the sigh of relief that escapes her lips as she allows you to pull her into her arms.

“Did you have fun?” You murmur as you close and lock your front door before securing your arms around the small, shivering blonde, cupping the back of her head with one hand whilst the other rubs up and down her back in a futile attempt at warming her up.

She nods, “So much.” She murmurs contently as she nuzzles her nose into your neck, and you couldn’t help but smile as you press your lips against the side of her head. With the knowledge that she probably wouldn’t willingly leave your arms for at least some time, you bend and lift her with the intention of giving her a lift to the bathroom so she could shower.

“I’m not a baby.” She grumbles, but wraps her legs around your waist anyway, and you roll your eyes fondly as you pat her behind and begin making your way up the stairs.

“Being held doesn’t make you a baby,” you remind her like you’ve done many times before, and though she grumbles, she doesn’t retort knowing you were speaking the truth. Once you’ve made it to the bathroom, you set her down on her feet and cup her face before placing a kiss to her forehead.

Her cheeks flush, and you smile softly as you pull away from her. “Go shower and I’ll make us some hot chocolate, okay?”

“With whipped cream and marshmallows?” She tilts her head to the side, and you nod with a knowing smile.

“Duh.” You retort, and Yelena playfully flips you off before turning towards the shower. Taking that as a dismissal, you turn to leave the room making sure to close the door behind you.

You hum softly to yourself as you begin preparing the drinks, adding a little more chocolate to Yelena’s own knowing that’s how she prefers it. After adding a sufficient amount of whipped cream and marshmallows, you carry both cups through to the living room just in time for Yelena to make an appearance at the bottom of the stairs.

“You should dry your hair.” you say in place of a greeting as you give her a knowing look, sitting down on the couch and picking up the remote. Yelena huffs in fake annoyance as she comes to sit next to you, tucking her bare feet beneath your thigh as she reaches for her drink.

“It will be fine. You worry too much.” She mumbles distractedly as she sticks out her tongue to scoop up a marshmallow, and you watch her for a second before rolling your eyes with a fond sigh.

You knew it was another decision that would later bite her in the ass.

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You muse as you select frozen 2 on Disney +, a known favourite of Yelena’s that she would watch at least twice a week.

*

And warn her you did. Just two days later, Yelena had fallen ill with such a heavy cold you wondered just how she was alive. She was severely congested. Hazy with a high fever, and that wasn’t even mentioning the continuous coughs and sneezes.

“Baby, you know the beds a whole lot more comfortable right?” You murmur in quiet amusement as you reach out to gently brush a damp strand of hair out of the sick Russians face.

Yelena simply grunts in acknowledgment as she wipes uselessly at her running nose, and you fondly roll your eyes as you lean down to press a kiss to her warm forehead. “I’ll go get the bed ready okay? You stay here.” You speak, and this time, Yelena doesn’t even acknowledge you. She simply closes her eyes and falls into what you could only assume was a fitful sleep.

You weren’t offended by the action. Yelena was notoriously grumpy when feeling sick, and due to the fact you’d been together for over three years, it was something you were pretty much used to. The same couldn’t be said when you first got together, but that was a story for another time.

With another sigh, -because it sucked when she was sick, even if it wasn’t self inflicted- you leave the living room and make your way up to your shared bedroom. The bed was neatly made, just as it was everyday, and you don’t waste any time in pulling the covers back and knocking the decorative pillows out of the way .

You make sure there were tissues and water readily available on the nightstand before heading back over to the sick blonde, and you couldn’t help but smile when you realise she was in the exact same position you’d left her in.

Well, excluding her nose that was yet again running. Without a word, you grab a few tissue from the box on the coffee table and fold them in half before crouching down before her and pinching the end of her nose in a futile effort to get rid of the dripping snot.

She rouses slightly at the action, her face scrunching up in discomfort, and you quietly shush her with a gentle hand on her stomach as you finish with your task and make quick work of sanitising your hands.

“Time for bed baby, come on.” You reach out and give her behind a few steady pats in a futile effort at rousing her. Yelena whines quietly as she lazily bats your hands away, and you chuckle slightly as you instead reach up to gently pat her upper back. “Lena? Come on. Time to get up.”

Yelena again, bats your hand away, her eyes flickering open and sending you a pretty deadly glare. Before she could chew you out, you scoot a little closer and cup her cheek. Without thought, Yelena falls into your soothing touch, and your lips quirk up at the corners as you trail the pad of your thumb over warm skin.

“Let’s get you in bed, okay?” You murmur, and Yelena sniffles wetly as she gently bobs her head up and down. You release her face and go to stand up, but a gentle whine stops you in your tracks. You look down and see her staring at you with a pleading look on her face.

“What is it baby?” You question, and whilst Yelena’s cheeks flush a light shade of red, she seemingly responds to you with ease.

“Carry me? Please?” She murmurs, and your heart melts in your chest as you immediately nod your head. Normally, it was only ever you who insinuates holding her. So for her to ask, whilst nearly unbelievable, was absolutely amazing.

With a smile, you bend down and wrap your arms around her midsection. You lift her with relative ease, her legs hooking tightly around your waist as she buries her head into your neck. With an arm remaining beneath her behind for support, you bring the other one up to cup the back of her head and press a tender kiss to her shoulder.

“I’ve got you, baby.”

**

@goldenempyrean @alotofpockets @somber-sapphic

[writingsofwesteros]

Well I hope you're request is opened if not ignore this but could you please write for oberyn martell falling in love with whore from king's landing brothel. He's obsessed with her and loves her above all so him taking her to dorne. While reader being insecure about Ellaira and him making love to her while removing her doubts!!

AN:Hi, I hope you like it. First time writing Oberyn x

NSFW

“You will make people jealous if you keep giving me such pretty things.” You purred into the Prince of Dorne’s ear. The golden silk sheets wrapped around both of your bare bodies. Oberyn only hummed. Your soft, ample breasts brushed against his chest as his hand moved up and down your back.

Your legs tangled with his as you burrowed into his neck. His mouth watering scent moved over you. “Anyone in particular?” Oberyn hummed; his tone as ever so teasing as his fingers moved through your hair. You were silent and only cuddled into him even closer. Your hand moved into his hair.

Your fingers moved over the back of his neck as you only hummed. Your soft mouthing continued on his neck. The Prince only chuckled. His mind raced as he kept you impossibly closer. Oberyn hadn’t meant to fall so in love with you but he couldn’t stop himself. Ever since he first saw you; he was completely in awe.

Ellaira knew, of course she did. Oberyn could never hide anything from her. “Hmm?” Oberyn pushed you gently. His fingers moved over your cheek as you leaned closer; your noses brushing together. “Ellaria…does she not mind?” You finally gained enough courage to ask the question.

His chuckle of amusement was your only answer for a short moment as he kept you close. You were slowly beginning to wiggle from his embrace. “Shh, sweet love, I do not laugh at you.” Oberyn hummed. You did not believe him as a soft pout came over your face. “You do not have to worry about anything. Least of all Ellaira.”

You weren’t sure if you could believe him as your insecurities were only rising. It seemed that it was written all over your face. He leaned closer and your eyes could only widen slightly. Your noses brushed together. “I want you. All of you, forever.” Oberyn finally whispered the words he had wanted to say for months now.

“I am just a whore.” You whimpered out. His words made you more emotional than you had thought. His hold on you only tightened as he kept you close. “Do not think of yourself that way.” Oberyn’s voice was still so gentle. You only burrowed into his neck some more as he slowly flipped you over.

A giggle escaped you as you looked up at the Prince. Your arms looping around his neck easily. Your legs easily fall open for him. His hand moved up your sides before gently cupping your soft, ample breast. His soft lips found your own as the passion and love you both had moved through you both.

“You are all I need.” Oberyn promised and his desire for revenge was hardly at the front of his mind now. “Good girl.” He whispered his praises and sweet nothings into your ear as he brushed his hardening cock over your weeping pussy. You moaned loudly without care as your head fell back.

Oberyn moaned into your ear; hotly mouthing at your neck as his fat head teased your clit; brushing against it again and again. “Please…” You whimpered, your begging already starting. You were quick to beg with your Prince and he was so happy to give you anything; just like now, you thought.

His hips moved and he slowly pushed his cock inside your soaked pussy; the stretch is still so delicious even now. He filled you so perfectly. “Good girl.” Oberyn whispered, marking your soft neck now as his own pleasure began to tighten around his body. Gods, you were such a weakness he couldn’t afford but could never part from now.

His lips passionately found your own once more as your legs wrapped eagerly around his middle and pulled him closer. You were always so clingy, Oberyn thought to himself. He enjoyed it more than he should. “I shall take you away from here.” He whispered those promises into your ear.

You were not so naive to believe him but you wished you could, you thought to yourself as you reached for his hair once more. Your eyes locked as your face prettily screwed up in pleasure; much to his amusement. He loved seeing every part of you falling apart in front of him; because of him.

His thrusts became quicker now as his passion only grew. His lips easily find yours once more. “Please…” Your begging is easily returned. His chuckle turned dark as he hotly mouthed on your neck some more. “Please hmm? What do you want?” Oberyn couldn’t help but tease you as his thrusts slowed.

“You ..please, more. Faster.” You were babbling nonsense now as your stomach tightened even more. Oberyn chuckled before passionately finding your soft lips once more. He played with your tongue as his thrusts finally quickened. Your soft, ample breasts bounced in front of him as he did.

“Fuck, you are so good.” He whispered his praises; brushing your noses together as the sounds of pleasure echoed around the room. Your hold on him only tightened as he pushed deeper; your stomach bulging. “I’m glad I found you here.” Oberyn hummed; his warm eyes locking on your own.

“Me too..” You pant out. Your eyes rolling back in pleasure as you whimpered. Your hold in his hair tightened now. Your body was shaking as his thrusts quickened. Your soft spot is being hit again and again. It was only moments later that had you squirting around his cock. His thrusts continued.

Oberyn was always so much better at keeping his pleasure from coming first but your tight walls made it difficult for him now. “You are mine.” He whispered as you shook beneath him. His cock pushed deeper as his thrusts became sloppy. “Cum in me.” You purred into his ear; your smile widening.

Your words pushed him over the edge as he released inside you. Your legs wrapped around him tight before your lips found him. Your soft breasts brushed against him again as his thrusts finally came to a stop. “So good..” His praises continued as you burrowed into his neck; blushing madly.

You had both not left the bed all morning and it seemed that would not be ending. He peppered your face with soft kisses whilst keeping his cock stuffed inside you. “Rest..I will be here.” Oberyn promised as you snuggled into his chest some more; your eyes fluttering sleepily now for him.

[milf-harrington]

canon-divergence: max survives and vecna does not but the rifts still open for plot reasons, eddie does not exist as a hawkins citizen and is instead an upside down creature that comes through after the earthquake + steve's just kind of like "i guess"

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Steve wondered when he'd stopped being phased by these things.

There was a time when all of the Upside Down shit had affected him normally. Had him flipping out in a panic, had him running.

Now, after four years of it, it was starting to feel like just another weekday.

There was something hanging out by his pool, but it was 7 in the morning and hadn't made a move to attack him, so, until he made coffee: it was none of his business.

He drank it in the sun room, blinds open for a clear view of the pool yard and the thing wandering around it. It was kind of human shaped, except for the wings and the tail and the claws that Steve could see from where he was sitting.

Maybe he should call Robin. She still had normal reactions to this stuff.

He paused, watching the creature tentatively reach down to touch the water before startling away, wings flapping. Actually, from the start, Robin hadn't reacted normally to any of it.

(He hadn't forgotten the time she'd told him about spitting in the Russian's face when she thought they'd killed him. Or the way she laughed when she thought they were going to kill her.)

The creature danced further around the pool, still peering curiously into the water. It lowered itself right down until its chest was brushing the cement, reaching for the water again, wings poised like it was ready to flee. It flinched when it's fingers brushed the surface, but didn't pull away and Steve watched as it plunged its whole hand in with a splash before pulling it back out to watch the water drip from its claws.

Steve put his empty cup down on a side table and stood up, nodding to himself before jogging upstairs to grab his bat from his room.

-

The pool yard was empty.

Steve yanked the sliding door open anyway, stepping outside like it would magically cause the creature to appear. Nothing.

Fingers curled tight around the handle of his bat, he circled the pool from a safe distance, scanning the surrounding woods as he went. The only evidence that he hadn't been imagining shit were the dark patches of water splashed across the cement.

Facing the deafening quiet of an empty backyard, armed with a monster-slaying weapon, Steve felt the first whispers of unease curl beneath his ribs. It was kind of like finding a spider in your room, always worse when you lost track of where it had gone.

Cautiously, Steve headed back inside, locking the door behind him with another glance across the backyard. He really should call the others, let them know the rifts had spat something new out.

He thought about the way it had played with the water, and wondered if maybe not every creature from the Upside Down was bad. If maybe, now that Vecna was gone, they were changing.

He was broken out of his thoughts when he kicked something, sending it skittering towards the hallway, under the indoor balcony. Steve frowned, confused, as he looked from the mug laying on the floor to the side table he thought he'd put it on.

Must have knocked it off, he realised as he walked over to pick it up.

As he did, he noticed the ceramic was oddly wet, and he quickly scanned the carpet to see if there'd been any coffee left in the cup that had spilled over the floor. Everything was as clean as he'd left it, so-

Something cold dripped on the back of his hand and he blinked, staring at the droplet in surprise. Another landed on his wrist, and a third hit the back of his neck and rolled down his shirt. He flinched in surprise, dropping the bat to slap a hand to the back of his neck as he looked up.

He came face-to-face with large, dark eyes, and an inky mop of dripping hair, two leathery wings flared slightly for balance.

Alarmed, he threw the cup at it.

[heyitsrink]

I'm on my first read through of Realm of the Elderlings and as a little personal project for myself, I'm taking a scene or small moment from each book in the series and turning it into a comic spread. I've been working on this project since January so I'm catching up a little bit with posts here.

• • •

Don't you love it when the ship's eccentric carpenter drops a monologue that's equal parts cryptic and poetic? Amber was a highlight of Ship of Destiny for me. What an icon. What a legend.

• • •

Amber's hair lifted slightly in the rising wind and she had spoken in a distant voice. "Danger cups us under its hand, and we can do nothing but stand witness to the turning of the world. Here we walk on the balancing line between futures. Humanity always believes it decides the fate of the world, and so it does, but never in the moment that it think it does. The future of thousands ripples like a serpent through the water, and the destiny of a ship becomes the destination of the world."

She turned to look at Althea with eyes the color of brandy in firelight. "Can't you feel it?" she asked in a whisper. "Look around you. We are on a cusp. We are a coin spinning in the toss, a card fluttering in the flip, a rune chip floating in stirred water. Possibilities swarm like bees. In this day, in a moment, in a breath, the future of the world will shift course by a notch. One way or another, the coin will land ringing, the card will settle to the table, the chip will bob to the surface. The face that shows uppermost will set our days, and children to come will say, 'That is just the way it has always been.'"

[ms-scarletwings]

Now I don’t mind this established trope at all where people are basically ants in the minds of dragons, but then, just once in any fantasy media or campaign I want a dragon or other massive higher creature that responds to the existence to humans in the exact way that I do to bugs.

Dragon that stops flying because it saw someone sleeping in a field and pokes them with a branch out of sheer curiosity to check if they’re dead or not.

Dragon that watches goblins scurry into one of their little huts and just pries the roof off to stare at them and look at the inside of their little shelter before putting it back down with a satisfied grin and leaving.

Dragon that sees a person treading water in the middle of a lake or the ocean, carefully plucks them out, and sets them down on dry land. Maybe puts a goat’s leg in their lap in case they need a snack. Also calls them “Harold” for no apparent reason.

Very young dragon that screams and freaks out upon seeing a bearded man with brightly colored robes and a pointed hat until it realizes the guy isn’t casting any spells. “Ohhhh you’re a wizard mimic” and then proceeds to handle the guy for a few minutes, fascinated. It also addresses the dude as “Craig” the entire time.

Dragon grabs a wild boar and repeatedly starts placing it in front of a town because it wants to see some hunting behavior in action.

Thief gets caught sneaking into a dragon’s lair. Resident reptile roars and is seemingly about to obliterate them when its mate suddenly comes rushing in with a giant cup. They have a grumbly back and forth before the thief is scooped up and promptly brought to be dropped off at the nearest random village. Dragon’s mate refers to the thief as “Sullivan SillyMan” the whole way.

Dragon that encounters a member of a humanoid race it has never heard of or seen before, at least in this region. Stops everything it’s doing and immediately kidnaps the individual. Speeds back to its lair and keeps them imprisoned while trying to flip through some tomes. Eventually drags out a magical item that they use to open a communication with another dragon, describing the prisoner, showing them the prisoner, exchanging friendly banter. There’s a whole 30 minute to and hour convo and everything. Dragon refers to the captive as “Thaddeus” the whole time. Last thing it does is sketch out a drawing of the person before taking them back to where they found them and turning them loose again.

Dragon doing this to a gnome

[vatnalilja]

Leave Your Body and Soul to Me | Hanamaru

In the midst of the rainy season, you and Hanamaru find a bit of refuge from the downpour in each other's arms.

It's just short fluff for the mansions #1 ダンディ! 1,145 words. No smut.

I wrote this with a feminine reader in mind, but it is gender-neutral. POV 2nd person, present tense

After your long, warm bath, you collapse in bed and stare at the dreary gray on the other side of the windows. The rainy season has come to the mansion and has had various effects on the inhabitants. Though stuck indoors, you enjoy the soft pitapat of raindrops on the glass panes and the flickering candlelight's cozy mood. You bunch a pillow under your chin and watch streaks of water trail down the window until your door creaks open behind you. You glance at your visitor, discovering Hanamaru holding two steaming teacups as he lets himself in.

"My Lord, I have some tea."

He pushes the door shut with his heel, then brings the cups to your bed with a shrewd look. Though he only brings you tea, he makes the act seem inappropriately decadent. You sit up with a smile, take a cup from him, and warm your hands on the ceramic. Without asking for permission, he sits on your bed and yawns.

"The rain has a way of making tasks difficult, doesn't it?" he asks.

"You're saying the rain makes you even lazier?" you ask.

"Perhaps, but I think the Lord might like to lie around as much as I do," he says.

You sip your tea. "It's true I've been feeling a little down lately."

"I wasn't judging you. I was merely observing that our interests . . . align."

"I haven't forgotten about what you said, you know."

He lifts his brow. "Oh, really?"

"About being the one to warm my bed. I can't believe you just said that out loud. In front of everyone."

He laughs in a way that conveys he has no regret over how he acted. It never truly bothered you; besides, he only articulated the desires of every man in the house. Crudely, but honestly. Perhaps that's why no one yelled at him.

"My Lord never objected," he says.

"Hanamaru."

"Days like today are meant for climbing under the covers and relaxing, don't you think?"

"And you'd be the perfect company for it?" you ask.

"Your words, Lord, not mine."

You tut your tongue and set your teacup on the nightstand. It's unclear why he developed such an instant affinity for you. He claimed to have a rude personality, but upon meeting, you felt no distance from him—a distinct difference from almost every other man in the mansion, most of whom took their time warming up to you. Perhaps the reason was that for the past several years, his only company had been children.

You crawl beneath your duvet and flip it over you until you disappear. After several moments, you feel his weight shift on your bed as he inches closer to its head. When he's at your side, you draw the bedding back and give him a grin devious enough to make him pause.

"What are you doing, Hanamaru?" you ask.

"Checking on my Lord," he says.

"Just doing your duties, then."

"Absolutely." He slips his hand under the duvet, and when you don't stop him, most of him follows, forcing you to the center of the bed. "Should I get comfortable?"

"Only if you want to stay," you say.

"How long will you be in bed?"

"If you're wondering whether you ought to get your sake—"

"I am."

"Then hurry and fetch it."

Pleased by your response, he stands and backs out of the room with a lopsided smirk. You occupy yourself with a book from the library while you wait for him to return, and when he does, he's barefoot and missing his tailcoat. His hair is wet, and he's holding a large bottle and two small cups, all proof of his run between the house and the villa.

"Where did your things go?" you ask with a laugh.

"I left them at the front door—they'd yell at me if I tracked water all through the mansion," he says.

He sets the sake down next to you, then turns away and shakes the water from his unruly hair. You're already pouring two cups when he lands heavily on your bed, causing you to splatter several drops.

"O~to, careful with that." He takes the bottle and finishes pouring for you.

"Maru, are you allergic to buttoning your shirt up the entire way?" you ask.

"It's a lot of work, isn't it?" He hands you a cup.

"No, it's not."

You savor the flavor of the sake. It's much nicer than you expected, with a crisp taste of apples. It was meant to be enjoyed, not hammered at until drunk. You weren't sure what he'd bring, but it defied your expectations.

"Maybe I should take it off so I don't get your sheets wet." He works the bottom buttons free and lets the front of his shirt fall open to reveal the rest of his well-defined chest.

You finish your drink and reach out to set the cup next to the bottle, letting your arm brush against his bare abdomen. After peeling his shirt from his body, he drops it to the floor, then slides under the covers again. He brings a comfortable warmth with him. When you cozy up to his side, he curls his arm under your waist and tugs you into his side.

"Maru . . . "

He hums in response.

"You may be unsophisticated—your words, not mine—but you're a good man."

"Oh? What did I do to deserve such praise from the Lord?" he asks.

You huff and poke him square in the chest. "Just accept my compliment."

"Ah, cute." He snags your finger in his hand and squeezes it beneath the duvet. "Which is exactly why I want to protect you."

You try tugging your hand away as your ears burn, but it's useless. Instead, you push as much of your face into your pillow as possible, refusing to look at him. He chuckles as he moves his grasp to your wrist and shakes your arm.

"Come on, now. Show me your face. When you do that, I can't see the Lord's shy face very well, now can I?"

"I'm not being shy," you mumble into your pillow.

"Then what is it?"

"I'm being annoyed."

"In that case, I like it even more."

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and lets his weight sink into your bed as he rests your hand on his chest. You lift your head and watch him for several seconds, studying his facial features. Breathing a soft sigh through your nose, you rest your chin on his shoulder, then let your eyes flutter shut. Before long, the soothing sound of the rain lulls you into a peaceful state. His heart taps a slow, gentle rhythm beneath your palm that blends with the patter of the droplets on the window.

"I wish this could last forever," he whispers.

Though you say nothing, you agree.

[lonelycatsblog]

here is a short story i wrote

Arthur

By lonelycatsblog

“Guys, he’s not moving!” I shouted to them as they slowed down. We had just been going for a fun walk through the woods, the four of us, when I spotted a homeless person sleeping just off of the trail. When I first saw him I was doubled over, hands on my knees, panting from running almost a kilometre with my friends. He’d just been lying there, face down, with some garbage surrounding him. I should’ve left him, but my curiosity got the better of me. When I stopped to check on him, Jackson, Jean and Rowen had kept on going without even noticing.

“Don’t joke around, you’re falling behind.” Jean is my sister and my best friend, but god, she is annoying! Just yesterday, I was mid-shower and she turned off the hot water. I’ll get her back soon. We’re both 15 right now. She’ll be 16 in a few months. We have different mothers and the same father. It’s a complicated situation.

Slowly sauntering my way, she thought I was playing some sick prank on her and our friends. I wasn’t. This man, wearing a dirtied Walmart uniform, lying face down in the detritus, wasn’t moving at all. I was no longer on the trail. I was now kneeling beside the unconscious man, with his face planted on the forest floor, my heart rate picking up, looking for his pulse. Please have a pulse. Please. Please. Please. I pleaded in my mind for him to be alive. Still nothing. Looking up, I see my sister, a slight worry on her face, standing over me. She makes her way to my side, calling Jackson and Rowen over. “You two are kidding right?! Leave the man to nap.” chuckled Rowen. He never took anything seriously.

Jackson caught the distress on our faces and came jogging over. “Why are we all standing over a Walmart employee right now?”

“I can’t feel a pulse.” My voice is high and scratchy. It’s funny to think this morning I was stressed out over my exam and now I’m here. It really puts life into perspective. “Flip him over.” Jackson has command in his voice now. He’s focused. He believes me.

“NOW!” How is he this calm?

“K, on three” Jean's voice is pitchy. One, two, three. I count in my mind as she says it out loud. My muscles strain under the weight of the body. As he lands on his back, the leaves crunch under his weight, and the smell of mouldy leaves and sweat sting my nose, my thoughts are going a hundred miles an hour. I’m freaking out. We’re all freaking out. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. How does someone forget how to breathe?

Rowen is red in the face, standing about five feet back, unable to move. The homeless man is covered in dirt and blood? Yes, that’s blood. A lot of it. The blood seems to have come from small cuts all over his face and body. A name tag on his uniform says Arthur. Unzipping Arthur’s blue Walmart vest, Jackson is taking action. His dad is a fireman and taught Jackson everything you’d need to know in a situation like this. Hands cupped together, he starts CPR on Arthur. “Check his pulse again, Alec.” My palms are sweaty, and my fingers are cold and shaky

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as I reach towards Arthur’s neck. His bare skin against mine feels cold and soft; does normal skin feel like this? Please, please, please. No pulse. “No, pulse.” I croak. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me. Why me? Why him?

Jean's hand intertwines with mine and we sit there and stare at Arthur’s motionless body while Jackson starts mouth-to-mouth. “Why isn’t he moving?” Rowen has finally come to join us beside Arthur. His face is bright red and his inhaler is in his hand. He’s shaking as he sits down next to Jean. Jean grabs his hand and we all sit in silence, waiting. Rowen and Jean dated for a few weeks last summer before Jean came out as lesbian. Things are a little awkward now between them but they still care about each other.

“Check!” Jackson is exasperated. My free hand fumbles around Arthur’s neck. “Still no pulse.”

“Fuck!” He starts aggressively pumping his chest. Arthur isn’t moving. Shaking beside me, I can feel Jean digging her nails into my hand. The pain is a good distraction, so I squeeze back just as hard. Crack! I snap back into reality to see a tear running down Jackson's face as he hopelessly wails on Arthur’s chest. The crack must’ve been one of Arthur’s ribs. I’ve heard that it’s pretty common to break ribs during CPR. Back on the main trail, I see Rowen fainting with his phone in his hand. Jean runs over to him, breaking his fall and picking up the phone. She begins talking to someone on the other end of the phone. 911? Hopefully.

Using all my strength, I pull myself to my feet and run to Jackson. I grab him from the back and pull him off Arthur. He’s full-on bawling at this point. “No, I can save him!” Jackson screams as he falls onto me still squirming. “Stop, I need to save him!” he sobs. “No, he’s dead. Let it go.” Arms swinging, he tries to escape my grip. I see his elbow swing towards my face and then darkness.

Lights flashing, sirens blaring, my eyes flutter open. I’m on the ground, my head in Jean's lap. She sits there silently, stunned. Where Arthur was before now lays a body bag surrounded by a few police and firefighters. The ambulance, the vehicle nearest to us, has Jackson sitting inside with a blanket around him and Rowen on a cot right outside. Everything is loud and bright. There’s a ringing in my ears—or maybe everyone can hear it. I can’t tell anymore.

“Hey, you're the one who found the body right?” an older man says from above. “Arthur.” Jean murmurs.

“Ya, I found him.”

“You’re going to need to come to the police station with me. We have a few questions to

ask you. If you want, she can come as well.” he gestured to Jean.

Prompt used: A group of teens find a dead body