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✎ᝰ. OCT 8TH ★ MONSTER FUCKING - katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

[CHAPTER EIGHT BEAUTY & THE BEAST] katsuki bakugou as the beast + monster fucking. once upon a time, a village girl thinks to herself — fuck it! being trapped inside a castle with a monstrous sexy bloody beast isn’t so bad… she might as well make it worth her while ( 10.3K ).

✧ chapter contents - minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, beauty & the beast!au, enemies to lovers, bath sex, soft sex, cum play, blood play, size kink, praise kink, body worship, pussy jobs, body modifications, tummy bulges, premature orgasms, marking, biting, belle + fem!reader, beast!katsuki bakugou.

✧ fairy godmother's note - hello, time for our second kinktober fic yippieee!! i think this is my second time doing bakugou and monster fucking...he's just perfect for it!! anyways, enjoy my loves! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ☆

the beast wasn’t all that bad. 

at least, not compared to most people back home. 

in the village, beyond the forest’s edge and hidden by evergreen foliage — the townsfolk believe you to be as beautiful as the world around you. eyes as bright as the golden sun rising over a hilly horizon. skin as soft as the flesh of fresh fruits hanging low from the trees. a voice that compliments that of early morning birds — gentle, kind. you’re the perfect vision. a perfect person. except for your one fatal flaw. 

you have your wits about you. it makes you strange. 

the people of your village think you were peculiar for having the tip of your nose poked into the spine of of a book each and every day. it’s not your fault that you enjoy the scent of their pages or that you find every story so alluring that you could read it over once or twice (and sometimes thrice). the people back home were unnerved by your intelligence — staring at you sideways if you daydreamed for a little too long (wishing for a life outside of your tiny province, one  full of adventure) or sending you concerned stares if you stumbled over your steps while reading.

it didn’t help that your papa was a whimsical inventor — his intricate machines that coughed and spluttered a little too loudly and left him covered in soot were often the talk of the town, worsening the whispers. despite the cruel opinions of others, papa’s love for you never faltered, all the while promising you that his prized tools would get you out of town, away from the people who called you odd and strange —  they thought him just as crazy as you. like father like daughter, you suppose.

then there was shindou. the most sought after bachelor in all of town and quite possibly the worst part about your old life. your life before the beast. the man was handsome, that much was true — his eyes and hair an inky black that would draw anyone in like a misty night. features, chiselled and strength obvious. shindou was pretty, eye candy without an ounce of brains. conversation with him felt like watching paint dry, he spoke so highly of himself you often wondered how his head hadn’t imploded from getting so big. for some reason, he was hellbent on making you his wife. not because you were smart, or liked to read and explore, but because to him… you were a pretty prize to be treasured.

so, when you stumbled upon the beast’s castle that night and gave up your freedom in exchange for your father’s, you hadn’t realised how lucky you were to be away from yo shindou and his crew. the village too. still, that didn’t take away from the harsh reality of your new prison. an enchanted castle, enclosing you in with the mangy beast. 

in strange ways, as strange as your mind, you found in your heart to feel sympathy for the beast, or bakugou as you’d come to know him. for many years he’d been cursed with a form cruel to the human eye — shaggy blonde fur, wild and blood red eyes and horns that were comparable to the devils. his selfish nature and a spell from hundreds of years ago had not been kind to the creature. from the sounds of things ( stories from the seemingly…alive…furniture existing within the walls of his withering home ) bakugou had failed to show concern or care in his youth, by taking a rose from a haggard old woman in exchange for a night’s worth of shelter. in return, she cursed him with the looks of a beast until he could find true love. 

his staff ( the furniture ) had told you of his crumbling hope and damaged heart. it still didn't excuse his odd behaviour — where the princely beast told rather than asked, scratched and smashed rather than communicated. he was much angrier than the other inhuman inhabitants of the enchanted castle. though…sometimes you noticed a tenderness swirling between the brown flecks within katsuki’s vermillion eyes, rich with a longing for affection that filled you with warmth whenever you caught him staring at you reading in the library he’d set up just for you or when he’d take you outside to feed the birds in the snow together. 

other times, katsuki could be somewhat…charming. since arriving, you could tell that he was doing his best to become a gentleman who toned down his anger. he fiddled with cutlery too small for his claws during meals with you just to be polite — denying his blush with a petulant pout whenever he was caught. he tried not to stare too long or at the wrong places whenever you spoke and spent time together. he wasn’t like shindou, who drooled over you like you were a piece of meat fresh from a roast. 

for a long time, you all but wished to find someone who understood you — who’d nurture your mind and the wind beneath your wings rather than see you as a prized pet bird to be kept in a cage. and over time, you had naively began to believe that katsuki, the beast, might have been the only person in this whole world to see you exactly the way you wanted to be seen. the hope that you had met your match flickered like a small candle’s flame in your heart — it reflected as a small glint of light in katsuki’s once exhausted, pessimistic eyes. you thought, day by day, that you could be happy here. with the beast. in place of your village back home.

just when you thought katsuki was changing, that maybe you could be happy here with the beast — you’re thrown back into a reality you had tried so hard not to face. katsuki is a beast, a cruel monster keeping you a prisoner in his home. you are not a friend who has free roam over his castle or free will under his rein, you’re reminded that you’re his captive in exchange for your father’s remaining life. your wake up call comes in the form of an argument, the result of stumbling across the forbidden east wing and a rose petal that wilts so pretty in the centre of an abandoned room. 

“i thought i fuckin told you never to come in here!” you could see it in his frenzied eyes, how the trust you’d built up with the beast so quickly came tumbling down. you’d crossed a line and an unspoken rule and no matter how many times the word sorry poured from between your plush lips — bakugou the beast was far beyond the point of forgiveness. he couldn’t trust you, and you couldn’t trust him. “leave!” he’d bellowed, snarled like a warning sign. 

katsuki had lashed out at you in a way you’d never seen before. like a wild animal backed into a corner. he’d shown you fangs and growled at you in a noise you know for sure humans don’t make. “get the fuck out!” he roared until you were trembling, throwing whatever he could get his clawed hands on whilst  splintering wood and shattering porcelain. 

you’d done just that, dashing down flights of stairs in terror while throwing your cape on. 

the inhabitants, his little candleholder sero and tiny clock denki along with the others, had tried to stop you. begging you not to face the cold bitter night alone on your horse but your judgement was far too clouded by your emotions — the hurt and betrayed wounds inflicted by the beast who’s trust you thought you had earned. the snowstorm outside rages with your unstable state, how could he scream at you like that? how could he say those awful things? it’s not long before you’re lost the ice cold and the daunting wolves that assume you’re a prey item like a vulnerable deer instead of a young girl with bambi eyes. 

viscous, wild, teeth and tongue snap at your horse — threatening to wound you both and draw blood. the animal that you ride, in turn, throws you to the ground in favour of its own escape. 

you can’t even blame the poor creature, only fools risk their lives to be at the mercy of a beast.

yet, your beast, your bakugou moved without thinking to save you from a bitter end. you recognise his growls before you see him — and before you know it the limp bodies of wolves that attacked you go flying over your head. their own howls and growls turn to pathetic puppy whimpers as bakugou fights them off, tooth and nail. fighting with all his might to protect you from getting your throat torn out. even if he’d frightened you, screamed at you and broken your trust — he wasn’t about to lose you to a brutish winter and a pack of hungry wolves. the blonde creature fights until his burly body is done and his claws are tainted with the blood of his enemies — wearily looking for you, checking you for wounds in such a gentle way you’re surprised out of your skin. heart racing.

you’ve never seen katsuki look at you that way, as  though he was just as terrified of you dying as you were at the thought dying yourself. its not long before his adrenaline wears off and the wounds he’d gotten from his battle finally take their toll on him.

it gives you the chance to run. to escape. to be home with your father. 

but what would be waiting for you at the other end? a marriage to a man with half a brain and six children to fill the void. people who thought you mad and crazy? you’d made a promise to stay with him, for your father’s life. there was no other choice but to lug bakugou back to his castle using all of your might. to help him. to save him. not because you wanted to, but because you had to. 

at least that’s what you’d told yourself as a way of pretending not not to care for him.

piping hot water sloshes around in the pearlescent tub, fit only for royalty. it’s taken you some time to fill it up to full volume with the help of some of the castles staff… or inanimate objects. momo the sweet little tea pot had been working overtime to boil fresh batches until the water level was high enough for the beast. you’re sure that her stout had nearly given out, but for her master, she’d pushed on. her dedication, all of their dedication (the candleholder, the little clock, the pots and pans and foot rests and dusters) make you wonder what had truly become of this place, a crumbling castle so dark and gloomy that it was left for ruin.

was the beast really worth all of this trouble for all of them to stay by his side and endure his foul demeanour?  

then again, why were you also tending to the beast? it’s not as if you enjoyed his company, yet you stay, drawing this bath to help tend to his wounds. the wounds he had gotten as a result of protecting you. 

you spare him your gaze once the bellowing creature ( now unusually quiet ) enters the room; no longer tailed by his animated inanimate servants — nothing but a roll of steam and a wall of silence separating the two of you now. though it’s hard not to look at how well he’s built beneath patches of straw blonde fur. 

katsuki’s arms are burly and toned, his chest is well sculpted as if carved from the very same stone that makes up the beautiful interior of his castle, whilst the angle of the beast’s face is strong, handsome. you wonder what he may look like completely human, if his jaw would still be sharp enough to cut through marble and diamonds. if his eyes would be narrowed and fiery, swirling with the riches of ruby gems. it takes all your willpower to tear your secretive stare away from him while he undresses in front of you, as though you’re not even there, heat growing rapidly in the middle of your face like the epicentre of an earthquake.

water sloshes violently as his hulking frame sinks into the bath, tinging it an ink stain of rosey pink from where it warmly laps over his open wounds — the sound of water hitting the smooth stone floor lets you know that you can turn around to tend to him. you keep your gaze lowered and mindful as you work, wringing a soft linen cloth in a clearer pot of the liquid mixed with rubbing alcohol. “h-hey, don’t do that,” you scold gently, lips falling into an unimpressed frown as the beast moves to lick at his cuts and scratches. bakugou pauses and squints at you menacingly while you reach for the same soggy paw he’d been tending to. you’d laugh if he weren’t so wounded and you weren’t so scared — he looked like a kitten. “i need to clean them properly.” 

an ignorant scoff from the blonde tangles with the soapy steam in the air, only earns him a roll of your eyes and a frustrated glare — his head angling itself away from you because he doesn’t want to give in and admit that your call of action would be right. you find it childish that he would ignore you but take to dabbing the first bleeder that you find with your alcohol soaked cloth, ensuring that it’s completely clean. the stinging sensation at the opening of the wound causes katsuki to roar at you in pain, baring the sharp edge of his teeth as if to threaten you with them.

you jump back, knowing that one wrong move could have you torn up by vicious claws and teeth. “just hold still!” you snap, raising your hands out of the way. “stop being such a baby and let me help you!”

“that fucking hurts, watch it.” he spits hotly, nostrils flared in annoyance. 

beginning to shake from a mix of anger and fear, you throw the bloodied cloth in your hand to the edge of the tub. the beast doesn’t look at you and your own temper flares. your face scrunches furiously and a cool snarl lays on the tip of your tongue — your own way of trying to put out the flames before they end in a disastrous blow out. 

“if you’d just kept still it wouldn’t hurt so much!”

crimson roses bloom on the surface of the water and bakugou whirls around sharply, both of your chests rising and falling at the impending explosion threatening to blow smoke into the crowded bathroom. “well, if you hadn’t have run away ‘nd straight into a shitty wolf’s den, then this wouldn’t have fucking happened!” he growls back with the air of a petulant child. 

“well you hadn’t fucking frightened me, i wouldn’t have run away!” your petty mouth surprises bakugou, you almost seem too pretty to curse — from the moment you’d first arrived at the cursed castle; your beauty had been a breath of fresh hair, hope for a brighter future on the horizon but since being cursed, any charm the beast… the prince might have had wore away over the years. leaving a husk of the man he once was, you have him stumped and spluttering for words, causing his staff behind the closed door to laugh.

an argument, though childish and silly, brews between you both like a storm coming from over a hill. neither of you dare to back down, not caring if you leave deeper and more emotional wounds on one another. katsuki doesn’t know how people work and you’re exhausted, missing home — the pair of you a ticking time bomb of disaster waiting to happen. “well… well, y’shouldn’t have been goin’ through my shit in the west wing!” bakugou reacts before he thinks, wet talons grabbing onto the crisp front of your shirt as he leers down, a gnarly growl clawing its way out of his throat to match the nasty sneer on his snout and lips. “i warned ya, shit happens when you don’t listen.” 

at the end of your tether, you forcefully push the herculean tyrannical beast back into the tub — using a surprising amount of might to fully submerge him in the hot water once more. “well you should learn to stop being such a stubborn brat and control your temper!” you’re hardly thinking rationally at this point, sick and tired of letting him think he can bully you into silence and submission… just because he’s big and has claws and sharp teeth that could rip meat from a live carcass. 

you move to shove him again but bakugou acts just as quickly — using his existing grip on you to yank you further into his bath. in a struggle and with a surprised scream that overlays his frustrated growling, you collapse against his furry chest and settle into his lap as water sloshes forcefully about the place and soaks through your dress — weighing down its fabric and slowing your movements. after a few minutes of wet wrestling; katsuki either gives up because of the pain caused by his cuts or refuses to fight you anymore — fully aware of what his size in comparison could do to you.

he slumps deeper into the tub, brooding, and an unbearable tension mounts in the air around you. the position has brought you face to face, breath mingling in the pocket of space and time between you both — above him, staggered forward, with your arms either side of his head for stability, katsuki feels that you’re close enough for him to reach out and just brush a thumb over the swell of your plush lips… gently grasp at your chin and maybe give you a kiss. he doesn’t know when he started feeling this way towards you or why he lashes out at you in place of sharing his true emotions but the beast casts his ruby framed gaze to the side, avoiding entering the possibility of making you uncomfortable.

after a moment, any anger that either or you shared fizzles away like a sparkler doused in a bucket of icy water. shame replaces the fire in your veins and you quickly distract yourself from less than proper thoughts of the beast by get back to work on the bleeders in his arms. “n-now hold still…” you tell him, swallowing thickly which undermines the authority in your voice. “it’s going to sting… so please, let me help you.” your voice falls into a tender whisper as you resume dabbing at his injuries with the rag.

bakugou snarls barks roughly while you clean him  up but soon relaxes into the water, comforted by your soft vanilla scent and the warmth of your thighs around your waist to keep yourself steady. now that he’s no longer directing his anger at you, the atmosphere dissipates into something more affectionate, hearts beating in calm sync — you sitting on his lap looking so pretty while the lukewarm water carves out the shape of your body beneath wet clothes. 

“by the way, thank you for saving my life back there.” 

“you’re welcome,” eyes closing, bakugou lets out a shuddered breath, his voice thick with gravel and bidy fidgety beneath your own. despite the cooler water surrounding you both, the temperature in the room rises like a solar flair — especially when your proximity increases so that you can dab up to the gashes stretching across his handsome fully face. when your eyes meet again, admist the work, the blonde is overcome with the urge to kiss you. he surges forward and presses your foreheads together, a large marred and hand encasing the swell of you thigh to pin you to his lap. the movement is rough, disturbing the peaceful bath water but the kiss he gives you is careful and cautious — slightly chapped lips swooping upwards to catch yours in a cute chaste kiss. 

you jump at the sudden contact, your entire body tingling with release and an excitable heat flashes through you at the brief sensation. you taste the blood in his mouth and salt on his tongue but before you can fully enjoy the moment —  katsuki is gone as quickly as he came. leaning back into the tub with a flushed face. 

it’s like your body misses him when he’s gone; despite never having him like this before. “wait… wait,” desperate whispers pour from between your subtly glossed lips and your bath water soaked hands come up to cup the fluffy edges to his face. “kiss me. kiss me again, katsuki,” 

surprised by the lack of rejection; bakugou’s talons sink further into the doughiest part of your thighs torn between obliging your request and keeping you far, far away from him. no one has ever wanted something like that… like a kiss, from him of all people. a horrid, ugly and undeserving beast. and yet, you borderline beg above him, hardly distracting from the wet glint in your eyes. you want this. want him. “are you… are you sure?” he tries to ask you, preening into your dainty fingers as they comb back his wet fur. 

“i’m sure,” you hum against him, wanting. “please. it’s what i want.” 

for a moment; it doesn’t seem like katsuki s going to budge. you sense his hesitancy, some kind of mental block that makes him hold back even as he leans in haltingly and noses over your Cupid’s bow. it’s like he’s testing his own confidence and your patience wears thin — so you open your mouth to plead, to encourage him only for the blonde beast  to delve deep into the yearning hotness of your mouth. his lips move against yours with a feverish air, unleashing hundreds of years of pent up emotion and revealing just how touch starved he must have been all this time.

from what you can tell, the beast has been alone for a long rime — shunned for his looks and the cool ice cage around his heart. you’re not sure if you care about any of that, not right now, at least. for your body wins the war over your mind and heart, all worked up by the mash of teeth and tongue that from the basis of your kisses. he gives you what you asked for, long and thick tongue pressing into every unexplored crevice of your eager mouth — starting an itch in your lower belly that you know only bakugou would be able to reach. 

having the beast like this, hungry for passion, wandering claws and sharp edged teeth nipping at your lips makes you needier and needier. you sigh dreamily into the sloppy lip locks, losing all control and pushing your hips down against katsuki. rubbing your thighs together over his wide lap is no easy feat, but you try, dying to alleviate the ache brought on by toothy kisses and the possessive sounds he makes when you try to pull away for air. he grunts gluttorally when your clothed cunt accidentally brushes against his impressive bare girth — the only thing separating your sexes being the water logged gusset of your panties, linen and pure white in colour.

you can practically feel his cock twitch beneath your legs as you straddle the beast, peaking out through his golden fur and hardening by the minute. his size should be intimidating to you, just half hard and he’s practically the length of half your arm, even if you were to give it some thought … you’re far too distracted. mind far too hazy — katsuki tearing away from your kiss to stamp a frenzied pathway up your neck and marking it with his claim. the action proves to you that his bark indeed matches his bite when he wants it too, vicious red eyes mapping their way over the unmarked parts of your skin — licking and sucking bruises just beneath the surface that’ll be obvious to the staff in the morning. tender to the touch later on as well.

he doesn’t leave you in pain for too long, lapping over the inflamed areas with his heavy wet tong — a paw reaching out of the bath to settle on the back of your head so he can further relish in the way you weakly hang over him. “so soft….so delicate,” bakugou curiously seeks out more spots along the column of your throat to see which ones make you tick and sigh for him prettily, your warm, wet pussy reacting to his quiet raspy tone and clenching around the water in the tub. with shaky hands, you weave your digits into the roots of golden honey fur in an attempt to bring his mouth back to yours. dying to taste the beast yet again.

you want more. you want to go further. perhaps it’s the adrenaline from having almost lost your life earlier on in the night or maybe you just want to find some sick way to thank the creature that saved it. but all you know, is that you want the beast — right down to your very core. you whimper in frustration and your pulsating pussy rolls smoothly over the beast’s swelling erection floating in the bath water, it’s not enough to satisfy you when you’re burning for his tender touch this bad. “please,” you coo airly, head tilting where katsuki kisses the point at which your neck meets your jaw, tongue dragging over your pulse point. “please give me more of you.” 

it’s a big ask, you know. to ask katsuki to be vulnerable with you when you’ve just been at each other’s throats. but you’ve always wanted to know him, from the moment he decided to keep you here in his castle — you’ve wanted to know who he really is behind the fangs, claws and fur. what better time than to ask him now, when you’re grinding against him in a bathtub that barely fits him and dwarfs you by contrast. “why?” bakugou murmurs softly; his fur tacking to your wet skin.

“because… i know you want me too. i-i want to give myself to you.” you huff, shivering at the tenderness in his voice which differs to the black claws that rake up and down your inner thighs, sneaking past the hem of your damp skirts to the scalloped edge of your underwear. 

your hands still track their way through his sun kissed fur, lifting his head from your chest to have him look at you. his vermillion eyes drink in every inch of your darling face, puffy lips and doe eyes that glisten under the flickering candle light in the regal bathroom. fucking hell, you were right. he wanted you. ‘course he did. 

“if that’s what you wish…” bakugou’s chest rumbles as he speaks before capturing your lips in a chaste kiss, earning warm pools of your slick through your panties, right against his hard cock. he secures his hold on you and shifts to lift you both from the tub — presumably to continue this in his chambers as you grind and grab at him.

however, you tug harshly enough on his fur to make him falter — droplets of water splattering from his silky coat to the tub when he freezes in place (half out of the tub). “w-wait!” shaking your head, you push him back down into the water. “you’re still hurt a-and shouldn’t exert yourself. stay… let me say thank you and take care of the rest,” a beat of silence echoes throughout the room, katsuki unresponsive to your offer. self doubt invades the cave of your skull over your brain, perhaps stopping him had given him time to think this through and regret. perhaps he was caught up in the moment and the beast truly did not want you. you can’t tell, you haven’t been able to read him thus far. his fold demeanour being all that you know. “u-unless i misread this and have pushed past your limits. in which case i’m extremely sorry—“

steeling yourself and putting on a polite smile, you prepare for the worst — pushing yourself from bakugou’s lap in the face of silent rejection. yet, as you turn to leave, a clawed hand darts out to grip your waste and forcefully shakes water from the bathtub. the action keeps you cemented and spread over bakugou’s naked, wide lap and his expression morphs into that of kicked puppy, as though he regrets what he’s done to you already. or not responding to you sooner. 

hesitancy occupies the electrified air, dancing in a confusing concoction with the desire that once buzzed through it. 

“it’s not that i no longer want you or want this,” the blonde admits gruffly, keeping his eyes on the waves in the water and toying with a loose thread of your sodden skirts. “i haven’t been… kind to you since the start of your stay. i don’t even know if i fuckin’ deserve to have you like this,” in spite of holding back, katsuki’s lungs burn with brightly coloured lust and affection, in shades of fiery red and sunset orange. the steam taking residence in the tiled room trapping you both in the unmistakable heat of desire. “i want you. i do. but ‘m havin’ a hard time believing’ that you want the same. i don’t deserve it. i’m hideous.” 

“that’s not true,” you tell him earnestly, cradling his furry wet face between your pruning fingers in an attempt to reassure him. even though he’s at his most vulnerable, your heart flutters against your ribcage at katsuki’s honesty — the beast finally opening up to you. if that doesn’t fan the flames of your desperation for him, then nothing else will. “you’re not to me, bakugou… and if it’s my words you don’t believe, then let me show you. let me help you understand.”

silence resumes as you let your words sink in, hoping that at least one of them has touched the beast’s heart as he has done with yours. 

and all it takes is one small nod from katsuki to know that you have — forcing your way into his mouth ( with his consent ) once more, tongue twisting with the pink of his own and uncovering the taste of bloody wolf against his teeth from earlier. the kiss is even more passionate than before, the both of you letting go of your inhibitions, swapping spit while your hands slip from the fur atop his head to run over the softer parts of his body. massaging and mapping out his strong pecs and beefy arms, appreciating every inch of the blonde beast so he never doubts your yearning for him again. 

the grinding resumes too, especially as katsuki’s affection-starved body grows used to your debauched touch and hungry kisses — head hitting the very end of the bathtub with a dull thud, sending water over its edge and to your right. you both move with more vigour, the blonde becoming more comfortable in matching your pace and thrusting upwards when you buck down. oxygen evacuates your brain, making room for the inexperienced creature below you every time the heavy, solid length of his cock drags slowly over your increasingly throbbing clit hidden behind panties drenched in both water and fresh waves of arousal. 

even with his sprouting confidence and belief that you crave him as much as he does you — the beast moves too slow for your liking, leaving it up to you to take matters into your own hands. quite literally scrambling into the depths of the water to shred off your panties keeping you away from smothering  bakugou’s monsterous cock with your silken slit. 

his length bobs upright in the water, slapping against his fluffy tummy while is bright red tip breaches the surface — shiny from evidence of his arousal. the pair of you share a hungry moan at the sight, a glossy white smearing over blonde fur, katsuki hard and heavy. he’s unlike any man you’ve ever seen, ribbed entirely along his shaft with balls that hang extremely low and full of seed. despite feeling his size against you before, your mouth falls open in slight shock at the sight, instantly watering — katsuki’s dick could be mistaken for a third leg, chubby and a mushroomed at the tip. you’ve never had a partner so big before.

a tapered whimper, so quiet that you almost miss it, bubbles on the seams of bakugou’s lips as he bites them with his pointed animalistic teeth. “keep starin’ at me like that ‘n i don’t know what i’ll do.” he warns huskily, throat bobbing beneath the sandy fur at his neck. “s’been a while… and i know it’s not like the humans you’re used to. it’s…big. so i understand if you don’t want to…”

“it’s perfect.” you purr lowly and cut him off, the sound rivalling that of the beast’s, leaning forward to spit on his sore red tip as it oozes precum and lewdly rubbing your palm over his cockhead and shaft to spread the lubricating mix all over him, letting it mingle in the water. “you’re perfect. i can’t wait to take you, make it fit. i want to be the one about to make you feel good after so long.” 

a strangled howl forms deep within his chest at your admission — his extremely large body palpitating wholly as you take the entire weight of his cock into your dwarfed hand, barely able to fit all of your fingers around him. you feel for the prominent vein in the underside of his shaft, pressing down on it while your remaining fingertips toy with the sensitive ridges and bumps that decorate him. 

when you look up at bakugou the beast with beautiful, big eyes he feels like he could die here. happily. in beast form and all. he could never be human again or break his curse and he’d be content to have you looking up at him like this, with his huge  cock in your tiny hand, be the last thing the blonde ever sees. “fuck,” he snarls tip bleeding hot arousal over your knuckles and into the tub, knees shifting apart to give you more room — sending water flying out of the bath. 

you inch forward again, breathing warmly against katsuki’s damp lips as he begins to weaken beneath you with every pump of his dick. “i can’t wait to see how you feel, i’m going to get myself ready for you. is that okay?” you check with him, even though his mane is tousled about with how fast he’s nodding. whispering faint pleads against your wet Cupid’s bow. 

“please… just hurry it up,” katsuki lets his temper flare briefly, almost as hot as the water that soaks his fur and your clothes. lukewarm at best. he rambles for the most part, brainlessly even. lackadaisically rutting  into the pathetic small circle your little fist barely makes around him — the force of his hips causing water to splash up against your dress. “‘m ready for it…” he adds begrudgingly. 

the sight of the beast’s submissiveness and desperation brings a smile to your cherry bitten lips, clit throbbing and cunt quivering around the water you sit in. “i’ve got you, don’t worry…” assuring him gently, your mouth hangs open and follows the sweet howl uttered from your partner’s lips — its volume just above the explicit, wettish sounds of your hand jerking off the entirety of his shaft. even though you don’t want to, you only slightly let up on the pace of your palm smoothly gliding in and out of the water ( around katsuki ) to pull him towards your bare pussy.

his hips canter and chase your heavenly grip, fat droplets of his precum flying about the place and into the tub from just how much the beast is leaking. bakugou feels his mind sink into a hazy fog when you lift your hips to hover over his girth, the fuzziness shrouding his brain showing on his muzzle and handsome face. bliss lines his vermillion framed eyes, those same eyes that flutter shut in anticipation. waiting for you to put your honeyed pussy on him and make him yours.

katsuki can’t contain the feverish pants that escape him when you guide his clawed paws to hold your hips and help lower you onto him. the closer your heated core gets to his seedy cock, the harder it becomes to breathe and the humid he exhales starts to mingle with your own. 

both of you hiss pitifully in unison at the first tap of the blonde’s monsterous cock against your sticky, needy mound. your aching clit instantly catches on the ridges of his dick deliciously, causing you to crumple against the beast’s marshy furry chest — gripping onto locks of gold around his neck to ground yourself, bring yourself back down from an immense and otherworldly jolt of pleasure that bounces from the tail end of your spine to the top of your skull. you feel as though your brain has been knocked about, bakugou languidly thrusting upwards to drag his length through sluice, puffy folds and grind against your clit — clearly seeking the heat of your pulsating sex. 

“s-so good, katsuki,” a sheen of sweat condescends against your skin, glazing you in a pearlescent shine while you throw your hips back and forth over the blonde’s fat dick. he’s in no better state than you, talons sinking into the peachy flesh to cope with the way you move feverishly above him. sweat beads at his hairline, murderous ruby eyes growing heavy and kisses and god, you think he looks so perfect like this. when his remorseless resolve comes crashing down and he takes everything that you have to offer. “think you’re so beautiful,” 

rose pink tinges hotly at his cheeks while he shakes his head — denying your praise. ropes of saliva forming connections between his sharp white teeth and his strawberry tongue while he tosses his head back at your praise, letting out a stream of enchanting moans. katsuki’s adam’s apple bobs between small whispers of ‘fuck’ and ‘please’ punctuated by the slap of water hitting the floor from your sinfully synced bodies. he doesn’t let up on buck of his hips to meet your sodden sex, your puffy folds spread perfectly either side of the meat or his shaft — allowing your arousal pearling pleasure bud to graze his cockhead rhythmically. causing both of you to quiver in ecstasy.

“‘m not,” the beast denies, drawing his hips far back until they meet the bottom of the tub before jutting forward — his entire length slipping through your soaked pussy lips until his breeders balls tap at your hole. “g-god… think you’re gonna make me cum…g-gonna make me…fuuuck!” he chants, eyes snapping open to capture your gaze.

the tail end of his words form a soft symphony of whines and animalistic chirps, like music to your ears. “i want you to cum, you’d be so pretty cumming against me, katsuki…” you continue to taunt him, following his movement by cheekily driving your fluttering entrance down against his bulbous cockhead — trembling at its thick diameter. you still have no idea how it’ll fit. “give it to me.”

you take his massive paw in your tiny hand, hooking his claw onto the bosom of your dress with trusting eyes. the sound of wet material ripping echoes about the bathroom, the blond having torn right through the damp front of what you wear. you slump forward next, pebbled nipples brushing pleasurably over katauki’s fluffy toned chest. his fur is slick and clings to the water droplets on your glistening skin — especially with your bodies submerged under the lukewarm water. 

“you… y’don’t know what you’re askin’ for,” bakugou slurs deeply, grinding the tip of his dick against the ring of muscle at your entrance as you glaze his painfully with sweet the honey nectar dripping from your cunt. he’s so close he can practically taste it, all he needs is one little push. so you take his hand, leading him into a mistified fog of love and lust — reaching up, you drag a tender finger over the dark black horns that spiral from between roots of sun kissed blonde hair and fur, revelling in the way katsuki’s breath hitches. “d-don’t… they’re fuckin’ sensitive…”

all you do is hum in response, practically pressing your chest to the beast’s face as you learn further up and teasingly drag the length of your tongue over one scaled black appendage, taking the second horn between your wet, pruney fingers to jerk it like you would his cock. “they feel good when i touch them?” there’s a certain husk to your voice that puts the man on edge beneath you, colourful language littering his tongue, spurts of precum clinging to the insides of your folds. “what if i…?”

your hot, warm mouth encapsulates the very tip of his horn and your cheeks hollow out so that you have the room to suck him down your throat — mindful of its jagged surface. you feel so full and in all the best ways, the thickness of his horn causing a swell in your throat. his bright red tip, feverishly leaking precum, just barely bullying its way past the tight ring of your entrance, tapping against your sticky pussy even under water. you’re drooling from every hole, every place that you could possibly be fucked in and it’s all for him — willingly sucking him down… its for him.

“fuckin’ hell… sweetness, please. when ya touch me like that ‘m gonna—“ that's what makes you swallow around the beast as his sensitive horn presses against your uvula, spit pouring out against it. 

even as his eyes disappear into his dark skull at the feeling , katsuki drools over you as though you’re a prime cut of meat — a claw drifting up from the fat at your waist to the now naked and pliant mounds of flesh at your chest. he squeezes your breasts tightly in his monstrous palm, each point of each claw digging into your skin until electric dopamine crackles quickly across your synapses — dizzying your brain and ability to function. his grip is so sinfully tight that it’s enough to draw blood, crimson rose petals inking their way between the valley of your breasts and blowing on the surface of the water filling in the tub.  

you don’t stop kissing and sucking on his horn — tasting the ash between each scale, like firewood. he doesn’t stop rutting against your sex, sloshing sounds fluttering through the air. it’s your moan around him that sets the beast off, choked and spluttered; the sweet symphony guiding bakugou through the rough terrains of his high like he’d done so for you outside. static erupts over his brain and numbs all four of his limbs while a white as bright as the evening’s snowfall flashes behind hazy red eyes. his blonde head of hair drops weightily to your damp shoulder; hips stumbling against your cunt, as thick ropes of his early release hit your clit underwater.

with a prideful your lips pull off of his horn, listening happily to his washy, uneven mewls. even though he hadn’t been ready to cum just yet, it was by no means a small orgasm. katsuki’s load is heavy, still coming in hot, viscous waves as you suddenly slip down on his throbbing shaft — using the mix of water and orgasm as lube to help you with his size. “t-takin’ me all at once… still cummin’,” bakugou gasps like a fish out of water, pupils blown wide as the black in his eye eclipses the red. “you gotta be careful… ‘m big, sweetness. don’t wanna hurt you.” 

katsuki bakugou, the beast, is perfect. you know that now, whether it’s because your brain is fucked up with sex crazed hormones or because you genuinely do care for him deep down. either way, you think that he’s perfect, and you want him every way. his cock stretching your tight heat has you delirious, you think the burn of his size might even kill you as it pulses in your lower belly.  

“w-what makes you think you might hurt me?” you drawl and your sopping walls accept every inch of him with ease, reminding him of how lucky he is to have you. to be able to fuck you. it’s almost as if you’re made specifically for the beast — wandering into his castle with intention. not just for your father. 

there’ll never be another beauty like you and he’ll never be able to let you go after this. 

you ooze viscous nectar against katsuki, blossoming for him like a flower made for the coldest of winters while he presses into you — deeper and deeper. until you’re pelvis to pelvis in the warm tub. “‘cause...you’re so small compared to me, sweetness,” he explains over the lump in his throat — a growl escaping from behind his larger, menacing set of teeth. “such a fuckin’ dainty…pretty… little thing. fuck… if we do this i ain’t sure i’ll be able to hold back.”

lowering your hips and clenching hard, you lock the blonde into your heat selfishly, even though your legs are about to give out and you feel faint from taking the entirety of him in one go. “but that shouldn’t stop you from having your way with me, beast.” you murmur. “i don’t want you to hold back. you’re perfect and i want you just the way you are,” taking his paw in your palm, you draw it back to the claw marks struck lovingly against your chest — letting him feel the strong beat of your heart between your breasts. “my heart is racing, bakugou,” you croon and nuzzle your nose against his cutely, earning a light purr from the man beneath you. “i think… i think you make me feel this way.” your heart has never fluttered for someone like this before, not for yo shindou or any other man back home. you feel so small and safe with katsuki, even if he seems scary on the outside — you know that he’s tender and always means well.

that’s all the permission katsuki needs, really. hearing you tell him that you want him, even if it’s in his most carnal and instinctive way, is the same as hearing the magic word to him. with revitalised motivation, the blonde beast plants his feet against the smooth base of the tub and thrusts all the way into you with one fluid motion — hips flush against your fleshy ass and bottoming out in your weeping pussy. each movement is easily guided by his previous release, forming a foamy white ring at your entrance. he wraps a hand around the back of your head, claws massaging your scalp to soothe the cloying cries caused by the new angle as he keeps you pinned to his body.

bakugou relishes in the warmth of your syrupy walls clenching tightly around his bricked up length but manages to find strength in pulling from your selfish slicked up hole to set a slow, calculated pace to the way he bucks into you — dragging his monstrous girth along your ribbed walls and pleasure points. the utter power behind his hips quickly have water splattering over the edge of the bathtub and tear through babyish yelps escaping from between your cherry-bitten lips. the beast takes control of your body like a king or a prince with a strict rein over land. ruling over every thought once rattling around in your mind.

your shaking hands take hold of sun-kissed tooth’s of his fur, ones that muffle your little laments and whines as katsuki fucks you down on his shaft — taking you to the high heavens and back. cloud nine just within your reach. oxygen eludes you, leaving your lungs vacant and struggling to keep up with everything the beast gives you — carving a pathway for his big seedy cock against your insides with every feverish buck of his hips into yours. “feels…feels s’good!” you shriek desperately, trying your best match his rhythm. “so deep, makin’ me feel so full!”

“already? haven’t even given you a proper load yet,” bakugou chuckles between condescending moans, drunk on the way it feels when he stretches you out around him the deeper he goes, poor pussy changing to accommodate his breath-taking size and whatever love he has to give you. as a result, the beast fills you until you’re practically a glass overflowing with love and pleasure. “could plug you full with dick ‘n cum, ‘n it still wouldn’t be enough for you. would it?” 

using a free hand, the blonde drags his claws grip down to your fleshy ass and spreads your cheeks apart, growling as the webs of slick tying them together break over his fingers — dampening them just as much as the water from the bath. his grip allows him to bully himself further into your molten core, moulding you perfectly up and down on his cock. “love how you feel around me, sweetness,” the praise smooths over your brain, wiping it of any feedback you have for the blonde and all you can do is gargle passionately in ecstasy. “don’t think i deserve to… fuck a pretty girl this tight…”

you squeeze around katsuki where your words fail you, juices dripping down his length into the bath nastily until it bathes his breeders balls as they clap against the curve of your ass repeatedly — heavy and full of a second load of cum just for you. even though he pushes and smears the first against pleasure spots dotted along your velvety walls. shaking your head, face hidden in water-logged fur, “y-you’re the only one who deserves to fuck me, katsuki, have this tight pussy— oh!” the tail end of your words come out as choked, lost to the echoey bathroom and splashing water as bakugou sinks his fangs into your bare shoulder.

he bites you, not only to mark you and taste the sheen of saltine sweat on your skin, but to pacify himself — help him cope with each flutter of your wet pussy and angelic simper. a delectable pain blossoms underneath the surface of your skin, and you weave your nimble fingers into bakugou’s fur to keep him in place, letting him bite you hard enough to draw blood. wounding you just as much as he had been wounded. 

ruining the bath with more than just sweat, juices and cum.

bakugou fucks you like he loves you, like he’s been waiting thousands of years to pour locked-away affections from his soul into yours. limbs slip and slide against the walls of the tub, filling the homing air and layering over the vulnerability lying in it. you’re sure you’d see this hidden truth in his vermillion eyes if you had the strength to look up from his chest too.

“keep talkin’ to me like that, swear i’ll ruin you ‘n this pussy for everyone. myself… the next man that has you,” bakugou growls as feral as the animal he’s been turned into. even with his body pressed hotly against yours, joined at your sticky sexes while you’re chest to chest ( sensitive nipples brushing each other’s), he still can’t see how much of you he owns. neediness and yearning spark between your compressed bodies as they dance together underwater, skin slapping on skin and water spilling everywhere. “she’ll never be able t’forget the way i make her fuckin’ feel…”

“oh god, please. please—“ you feel like you’re in the verge of tears, overwhelmed by everything that is the beast. that makes up katsuki bakugou. his size and thickness drive you insane, how he feels thrusting into your gummy walls and meeting the hilt sends you up a wall. not to mention the scent of his body, his fur, permeating your skin possessively and sinking into your pores. “don’t want anyone else after you, wanna have you inside of me forever. only you inside. just so pretty when you’re fucking me, katsuki…” you admit through earnest and shaky hiccups. 

despite rambling, your words feeling tacky on your tongue like someone’s stuffed your mouth with cotton, katsuki seems to finally get the hint. he makes you feel this way, he makes you see stars, he’s the one that you want — fully and undeniably. without a care in the world for how he looks. if that were the case, you wouldn’t be letting him rapidly rock his hips into you with lewd squelching sounds emanating from your ravaged pussy. you wouldn’t bounce up and down on his aching dick to chase him with a spasming, slippery hole when he just about pulled out of you, losing control of the movements of his hips — spreading the arousal beading on his cockhead against your insides.

“f-fuck… you’re gonna be the death of me…”  

the edge of the beast’s words develop a sharp shakiness to them, a sheen of sweat painted over your bodies from both the humidity in the bathroom and the exertion of your activities. you were living for the burn his fat girth created as it pushed its way past your puckered hole every time he jutted upwards or you weakly fucked down — bakugou knew you wanted more and he’d give it to you too. 

“y-you’re prettier. especially when i’m the one fuckin’ you,” bakugou whimpers seraphically, using his strong hand on your wet ass to lift and drop you in his milky white dick — not caring about the water that got everywhere, only focusing on matching you to his length jackhammering in and out of your pathetically creamy pussy. you spasm, keeping him a prisoner in your cunt while he spews copious amounts of precum inside of you and into the tub — coaxing a fresh wave of blistering hot essence out of you. 

all of a sudden, the beast uses his brute strength to  shift your positions with his cock still nestled within you and your back splashes against the remaining water in the tub — dampening your back and the crown of your hair. katsuki doesn’t let you sink too far back into the water, instead, holding you up by the far at waist, large paw curling around it entirely. “see that? my cock bulging in your tummy. s’all me, sweetness. will only ever be me. you’re mine, all fuckin’ mine for all of time.” he whispers above you lecherously, hazy vermillion gaze floating like driftwood down to your soft stomach. your eyes follow his, breath caught in your throat at the sight,  the shape of him outlined there as he pounds into your g-spot lovingly, dotting your eyes with constellations. “hold onto me, sweetness. gonna make us cum.” 

quickly, you wrap your ankles around the smallest part of the beast’s waist — cunt unlocking and locking around the curve of his dick at random with the new position. choking the precum out of him, opaque fat drops pearling at the slit every time katsuki’s hips lunge forward powerfully. “i love you,” tears begin to brew in your glassy eyes and gather in your lashes like dew drops on a leaf, streaming down the hot apples of your cheeks as you become overwhelmed with emotion. you’re not sure if you cry because of dopamine, lust and happy hormones jolting from your brain to the tips of your toes or because of the way katsuki slots his body against yours — drowns you in everything that is him. 

either way it doesn’t matter, because you don’t know what you’d do if the beast stopped loving you like this. making love to you with every push of his cockhead against sluice walls, every swipe of his tongue over your swollen lips and every scratch of his claws against your supple body. 

“i love you,” you repeat, the taste of your orgasm rushing over the horizon as you claw desperately for something, anything to ground you. you wriggle and write underneath him, sending more water out of the tub, stomach twisted in delightful knots and only manage to steady yourself by grasping bakugou’s thick black horns above you. “i want to be yours forever…b-because you’re perfect ‘n feel so good. ‘n no one will care for me like you do…”

“‘hmyfuckingods…shit!” bakugou swoops down to lick curse words into your impassioned, temperate mouth, weakened by your warm touch around his sensitive horns and your own words mewled out like a promise to the cursed monster of a prince. watching the beast, your beast, break above you hardly soothes your wrecked insides — honeyed juices drooling down your thighs, dripping into the tub in a viscous lava flow each time he pumps into you. parting between kisses and through your wet lashes, you witness the way sweat drips from his hairline and fur, the way his dark brows are furrowed in concentration ( focused on bringing you to the top of your peak ) and how his arms flex in order to drag your pulsating pussy up to meet his thick cock — skin smacking and breath mingling in the musky air. 

his golden fur glistens under warm candle light and if you looked close enough, you could spot the twinge of pink at katsuki’s cheeks from his exertion. he’s beautiful on top of you, fucking you, that you’d be happy drown here in this bathtub if it meant he was the last thing you ever got to see. “tell me how much you want me,” bakugou snarls against your swollen lips, spouting the covetously loaded words against your strawberry tongue before he slopping kisses you again — teeth clashing with yours, incisors nipping your bottom lip until it’s bloody while he maps out the taste of sex in your mouth. 

as if to coach an answer out of you,  his knuckle slips between your connected bodies to toy with your throbbing clit — being mindful of his claws, not wanting to cause you any pain when you’re so close to reaching your high. it’s hard for you to speak when his cock slips into you like magic and attacks your throat with a bounty of love bites in purply-blues. his intensity washes over you in waves, scorching you and soothing you all at once. over all the harsh moments once shared between you.

instinctively you squeeze at his horns and search for words, but bakugou answers for you — hardly peeling away from your, damp hot skin while he pulses to life inside of you. “cause i want you. want you so fuckin’ bad that it burns me. hurts me.” snarls and pushes his creamy cock as deep and as far as it can go, practically splitting you open, spreading your thighs wide ( as wide as the tub will allow ) to make room for his wide frame and hips between them. you can just tell how much he wants you, how it tears him apart pieces you back together, by the way he grinds against you — fluffy pelvis brushing against your puffy clit. with the hope to push you over the edge. “gods… you make me wanna lose it…” 

the beast picks up a pace and a thick strand of your mixed arousals swings between your bodies where the blonde beast plugs your spasming hole, the milky liquid finding purchase on your inner thighs and the veins that spiral down his shaft. the both of you start to lose it together, water slipping and sliding everywhere as bakugou moves to sit on his haunches, all-encompassing grip on your waist lifting you from the shallow depth of the tub to keep you on his cock — pussy squelching over his swollen and red shaft. 

in response, your back bows away from the bottom of the tub until you’re chest to chest once more and your lips part with “i want you, i want you, i want you! n-no one else!” you chant loudly, the words nearly lost over the sounds of the beast passionately slamming into you over and o er again. “k-katsuki! think i’m gonna… so close—! cumming—!” 

using two knuckles, bakugou pinches your clit between them and sends you hurtling over the edge of ecstasy. that’s all it takes, him purring to you as white flashes behind your glassy eyes. you squirt hard against him, into the tub, clear liquid spurting from your ravaged sex and covering the beast’s fur in a messy layer of your release. there’s so much of it, that it nearly forces his cock from your quivering hole — but he can’t bare to be away from you, to waste his own orgasm. for the damn in the beast’s lower belly breaks as well; an earth shattering high comes crashing down on him and forces his bulking furry frame to collapse over yours — hips stuttering and water rushing out of the bath.

katsuki tucks his burning face into your neck one final time. his nostrils flare and chest heaves as he cums with an frightening roar, arms encircling your head to keep you still and pinned beneath him while katsuki unapologetically ruts into your ruined heat; dragging his bulbous cockhead deliciously against your silken walls as his seed pours into you in a large, unapologetic amount. potent and thick white floods your womb, cloying against the ribbed parts of your pussy.  so much so, that you feel your tummy bulge even as some of it runs down your slit and between your ass cheeks — into the tub below.

neither of you move, completely weak and shaky in one another’s embrace — limbs heavy from water that clings to bakugou’s fur and your skin. if you could speak and your ears were no longer ringing from your world ending high, you’d tell the beast that you love him. that you care about him. that you never want to leave him.

if his state was any better than yours, you’re sure he’d do the same.

but for now, you grasp onto his wet back and rake your hands through the masses of wet golden fur to tug bakugou, the cursed beast, closer to you. never letting him go. pulling him in to press a lasting kiss into his damp, muzzle. hoping your subtle affections will make do instead.

the end.

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[dolljunk]

Later this year I'll be launching a crowdfunding campaign for my own doll, Interstella! She's going to be a 1/8th scale vinyl art doll with cosmic green skin and out of this world hair!

There's lots happening behind the scenes but I am so excited to share more when I can! Look to the skies for an unforgettable fabulous opportunity!

Big thanks to @mukitoons for his wonderful art!

[elegy-if]

For the very first time in years, you’re met with the scent of fresh air. No antiseptic, no lingering smell of blood, still so thick you can practically taste it at just the memory of it. You’re not going back if it kills you. Which it very well might.

DEMO: LINK (UPDATED DECEMBER 8TH, 2023.)

Nemisi is an 18+ modern horror/romance/urban fantasy interactive novel WIP. Play as a customizable MC, who’s on the run from Vicelie Labs.

The struggle between cosmic deities — now worshiped (or abhorred) as gods — tore its way into your planet not long before you were born. Unluckily for you, you were one of the first generations to be born exposed to Excinate, the name given to the radioactive-like sickness that comes from being exposed to magic not of your world. As your symptoms slowly got worse and worse, you were promptly ripped from your family after a doctor’s visit ushered on by your concerned parents. Since then, you’ve been shipped around and transported from facility to facility to be poked and prodded at.

Until now. No, now you’re free.

Aside from that lingering hunger for flesh you’ve had since becoming infected, of course. Just a little side effect from the radiation, along with a mouthful of jagged teeth and a jaw that can unhinge like a snake.

THE CAST:

Refs for RO skin tones can be found here!

Felix (he/she, bigender + bisexual): Curt, blunt, and too tired to deal with this mess, Felix really had no reason to suspect the lab next to gas station he works night shifts at had anything to hide. It’s not like the screams he heard coming from that direction were anything more than some kids messing around late at night, right? Besides, she'd met some of the employees of Vicelie Labs, and aside from the occasional lingering scent of blood, they seemed like just fine people. 

Okay, so maybe she did have a sneaking suspicion something was up. Not like he could do anything about it. Not until you show up, at least, crashing through the gas station door in such a tizzy you’d nearly run into it.

Tall and lanky, Felix often has a scowl spread across her face. He has tawny brown skin, dark brown eyes, and poorly bleached hair with quite a bit of jet black root growth. His hair is styled into a shaggy wolf cut, and of course one can’t forget the shitty stubble she’s refused to shave since it grew in. Felix has a body that might often be described as scrawny, or perhaps even gangly. A strong gust of wind could knock him over. Felix is most often seen in casual clothes; hoodies, band shirts, and jeans make up the majority of her wardrobe. Has several piercings; a bridge, septum, both nostrils, snake bites, and two eyebrow piercings side by side. She stands at 5’11” tall. Felix is trans no matter what. He will always use both he and she pronouns interchangeably. Please do not use they/them to refer to her.

Dr. Eden Neal (gender selectable, M/F/NB): Kind, but awkward. A doctor who didn’t know what they were getting into when applying for a job with Vicelie Labs. Fresh out of med school, the harsh reality of the labs was too much for them. They were assigned to examine you, and though it was hard to trust them at first (and even now) they were essential in your escape. 

While Eden seems to be a kind soul, your bitter side can’t help but wonder if their assistance in your escape was some cruel joke.

Combined with their soft, rounded features, Eden’s dark hair is in long braids, often pulled back out of their face into a ponytail. They have large golden brown eyes with thick eyelashes, and their skin is a deep brown, with a hint of a cool undertone. More soft than muscle, though they still have some tone and definition to their arms and back. It’s not easy work lifting and moving those heavy vats around the lab, after all. Eden is most typically seen in a lab coat, though they lean a bit more business casual once they start meeting up with you for check-ins after your escape. They stand at 5’4”, regardless of gender. Eden is black, with dark skin.

Sable (gender selectable, M/F/NB): A bit of an outcast, Sable is an extremely shy mortician, and one of your (limited) options for getting the flesh you so desperately crave. They spot you sneaking into the morgue one night, half lucid and drunk with the need for blood and flesh on your tongue. They offer to cut a deal with you — they’ll give you all the scraps and leftovers that they can get away with, so long as you give them any information you’ve picked up about the consequences of using cosmic magic. 

Are they seeking power, or just simply curious about the consequences of magic from a biological standpoint?

Sable is one of the tallest RO’s, standing at 6’2” regardless of gender. They have a bright shock of long, curly ginger hair, and their near ghostly pallor is covered in freckles and beauty marks. Most notably, they have beauty marks to the right of their bottom lip, as well as underneath their left eye. They have a long, roman nose with a prominent bridge and blue eyes. Their body is on the heavier side, with a soft stomach and thick thighs. Sable doesn’t dress to impress as they’re mostly surrounded by dead bodies, typically wearing neutral colored slacks and skirts. They occasionally spice things up with an interesting vest or tie, but are much too scared to stand out to do so often. They have circle glasses. Sable is plus size, with a pear shaped figure.

Eris (gender selectable, M/F/NB): A hired killer, and the only other option you have for sating your hunger besides Sable. You meet Eris as you’re hiding away from Vicelie Labs in Eden's apartment, drawn to the smell of blood from them finishing up one of their “contracts” in the apartment next door. It’s a mess of guts and gore, and you can’t stop yourself from indulging. After a moment of awareness, you go to turn tail and run, only to find Eris still there. They have an offer for you — they’ll kill for you, and you can have at their fresh meat. Certainly an offer that’s hard to pass up, considering your current predicament.

Perpetually masked, you’re actually not certain what Eris looks like behind it. From what you can see, they’re very sturdy. All you can see besides their build is their hair, occasionally peeking out from beneath their hood. It falls to Eris’ wide shoulders, and from what you’ve seen is a dark brown. They stand at 6'0" tall, regardless of gender.

???: You’ve only heard of them in passing at the lab — someone who goes after rogue assets, like you. According to Eden, they’re after you, and with a vengeance.

Good luck.

[chthontoya]

Uraichi, post-canon soulmates.

Post-canon.

After defeating Yhwach Ichigo can't return back to Transient world. (He have already influenced his friends and at that time he wasn't nowhere close to his prime). Ichigo becomes the captain of the 8th division. Lisa teaches him in the begining and then becomes one of three Kyoraku's fukutaicho. Hirako as captain of the 5th helps Ichigo too.

Rukia barely handles the 13th division as a second in command without a captain. She's a good leader in general but she's a bad leader of the Kidō corps and a bad keeper of connection with the Transient world. However Rukia is wonderful at keeping peace in Rukongai during cooperation with the 7th division, another division without a captain. So the 7th come to the captain commander with a request for Kuchiki Rukia to accept them as her division. She agrees.

Captain is actually owns a division without a right of succession, except for 2nd and 6th divisions. That's why new captain can change a division according to their liking without almost any limitations. That's also why frequent change of captains is a really bad sign.

During Rukia's leadership in the 13th, Kyoraku asks Tessai to take back a position of the head of the Kidō corps. Tessai agrees. More than that, he often advises with Urahara, who partially moved to the Soul Society after Ichigo left the Transient world. Because of that, Urahara's exceptional skills with Kidō, his connection with the world of living and his previous experience, it was easy to find a candidate for a role of captain of the 13th division.

Shiba got back their noble status and now include the Kurosaki family. With the way Ichigo's and Urahara's relationship develop and some tension between Karin and Toshiro, almost half of Gotei 13 is under command of the main noble houses. Jokes about Yoruichi and Ishin coming back the same way Urahara did are guaranteed.

Soulmate-au.

Soulmate is the only person a soul can fall in love with. Soulmate is defined after first meeting - the name of one's soulmate appears on one's body (or reishi body). Quinci's souls are mutated and they intuitively make both their and their mate's mark disappear/not appear. Nobody but quinci know about this.

Urahara has no idea how love feels like (he has his suspicions but there's only evidence of opposite). Ichigo knows about soulmates but has no idea why it's important. Kisuke and Ichigo are soulmates since first meeting and there's no evidence but everyone is sure about it from the way the pair acts with each other.

P. s.

No shinigami know if hollows and quinci even have soulmates. During one of drinking nights, when Urahara allows his careless persona mask the true feelings for Ichigo (he can put his head on Ichigo's shoulder and only his closest friends will know how much it really matters), Yoruichi and Hirako finally make Ichigo admit that he has soulmate it's just works differently for quinci. Ichigo's is pulled by Kisuke to somewhere immediately.

Next day Ichigo appears with Urahara's name, soulmark, on his neck. His skin under it is red and blue from all the attention the mark have gotten.

[binniebakery]

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Non Idol AU Ex!Yeonjun x Gn!Reader, Angst ♡Warnings: no happy ending, not proofread, cursing, I'm almost 90% this is gender neutral but if there is a mistake please let me know! ♡A/N: im so sorry this took forever to come out gfdgjhksd but its here! since this is my first time writing angst I'm not sure how i feel about this one but.. that's me with all my yeonjun fics... lmfao enjoy

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Above the Chinese Restaurant" By Laufey 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Don't Let Me Go" By Cigarettes After Sex

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——-˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹——-

There you lay in the quiet solitude of your dimly lit room. The only source of light being the soft glow of your bedside lamp and a candle that smelled of sandalwood and something oddly familiar.

The outside world remained silent, a contrast to the buzzing thoughts that swarmed your mind. Your new apartment was quiet, lonely, and grey. It was nights like these that had you reminiscing those warm summer days you spent in the city.

Glancing over at the nearest window, you find yourself in a moment of deja vu. You’ve been here before– in this position looking outside as you lay in bed.

Except this time you weren’t waiting for anyone, it was just you and the sound of your ticking clock as the arms slowly moved to the next hour.

Time always seems to go by quicker than you can notice.

Your mind wanders back through the corridors of your memories as you clutch the soft fabric of your comforter. You let out a deep sigh as you find yourself reliving those memories again.

It’s cozy, you have a wonderful view of the greenery outside, it’s spacious, it’s a safe neighborhood, and your apartment is brand new. All of this and you would think ‘how could anyone ask for more?’

You realize it all fails in comparison to those distant memories. It's quite foggy really, you can’t really remember them too well leaving you pondering if so much time had really slipped away from you.

Just like he did

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July 8th, Summer.

You and Yeonjun were simply young and dumb. At least that's what your parents would always say. Two ambitious individuals who found each other at a time when it seemed like the world was against you both.

Your families were against you moving into the city, but you were both young and desperate to start a new life together. It took weeks of couch surfing but despite the financial issues, you both managed to find that small apartment right above that old, run-down Chinese restaurant.

That summer the whole neighborhood spoke of the new young couple moving in, though you two paid no mind. Yeonjun enjoyed the attention and you were willing to endure anything as long as nobody spoke ill of either of you.

You remember Yeonjun’s small car lugging your belongings up the hill, and the minute you two arrive he’s opening the passenger door and pulling you into a hug.

He’s spinning you around and you’ve never felt happier. The summer heat burned down and your skin had tanned an awful lot, causing you to feel insecure about the obscure tan lines you modeled.

Of course, Yeonjun complimented you to the moon and back, kissing every bit of skin while his own was left sunburned. He always made you feel special no matter the occasion.

This moment was no less different, that bright, toothy grin of his as he clumsily plops down to lay with you on your shared futon.

“Got a gig next week, gonna earn so much too, I’ll buy you dinner every day for the next month!” Your boyfriend exclaims with his arms in the air.

You laugh at his expressive antics, leaning towards him to pull him in for a tight embrace.

“Don’t worry about that jjunie, I don’t need fancy dinners from you.”

“But I wanna,” he pouts “I gotta do something to make up for you working so hard!”

“Alright but nothing too expensive, we should be saving up..” You raise an eyebrow as Yeonjun makes himself comfortable laying his head in your lap.

“Mm, we’ll see” he chuckles and despite him burying his face into your thighs you can see the way his grin grows ever-so wider.

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While Yeonjun chased his dream of being the biggest rockstar the world had ever known, you worked as a dishwasher just downstairs and occasionally picked up any odd jobs you could find when you had the time.

You didn’t mind being the breadwinner– after all, you were content just being by your lover's side.

Yeonjun would come home in the early hours of the morning, returning from his latest gig that his small band managed to grab.

He’d quietly push open the door to your apartment, he'd set his guitar down with care on the floor and slip off his boots as silently as he could manage, mindful not to disturb your sleep after a long day of work.

He was always a gentleman, slipping beneath the covers beside you and gently pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as a silent apology for the missed "goodnight" texts he always promised to send but always ended up being too busy with his performances.

Your life with him wasn’t perfect, but regardless you had everything you could ever need.

It didn’t matter that the water always ran cold during the winter, the lack of heat or cool air circulation, the thin walls and loud neighbors, the constant sound of sirens running through the streets at night, or even the unstoppable growing mold in the corner of your bathroom.

You two were happy regardless of the trials this life had brought you.

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September 30th, Fall

You’re clutching that same old soft comforter, except this time echoes of soft laughter and plates clinking could be heard bouncing off the thin walls of your humble apartment.

Yeonjun lights the candle he had just bought, the scent of sandalwood filling the air as he finds his way to you.

“If you listen closely you can hear Mr. Wang snoring” Yeonjun whispers as he snuggles closer to your shaking form in an attempt to warm you both.

You toss another dumpling into your mouth and grin.

“Sometimes I wish that was all we heard at night. I don’t know how much longer I can stand his bed creaking on Fridays..” You snicker and that was all it took for your boyfriend to burst into a fit of giggles.

“Shhh! My love please!” You whisper loudly as you lean over your shared futon to cover his mouth.

Yeonjun holds back tears as he attempts to regain composure. You grab a dumpling from your plate and shove it into his mouth.

Your boyfriend happily munches as you sigh, a wide smile on your face despite wanting to be annoyed. “You think the restaurant will give us more if I head back down?” He looks down at his empty plate, stomach rumbling and his eyes look back at you. His face resembled a child getting caught doing something they weren’t supposed to, guilty look on his face.

You find yourself giggling at how cute he looks, hand reaching to gently caress his cheek. Yeonjun smiles and lets the food in his mouth peek out slightly.

“Aw jjunie thats gross!” You laugh, pushing him away.

Yeonjun laughs as well, cheekbones popping out in all their glory from the way his smile extends impossibly more and you feel yourself falling even more impossibly in love.

That ends up being how the both of you spend the rest of your night, attempting to remain silent so as not to get another noise complaint. Sharing jokes and silent tickle fights, the perfect distraction against the autumn weather.

If only your nights stayed like this forever.

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February 22nd or 23rd? You could never really remember the date.

Despite winter soon making it’s leave, you stay stuck inside the restaurant building with Yeonjun as the winter storm still roars on outside.

“Jjunie! I’m home!” You chirp as you open the door to your apartment.

Yeonjun looks up from his phone, laying on the worn couch you had both found on someone’s lawn with a sign that said ‘please take’. Despite your sour look Yeonjun somehow managed to convince you both to take it “looks like it’s still in good condition to me” he awkwardly smiled as he wiped off the remaining dust. 

You shake your head smiling at the memory.

“Hey, you. How was work?” He smiles and pats the empty spot next to him for you to sit.

“Same old, but it wasn’t that busy today. I even managed to take a nap in the freezer before Mr Wang noticed me.” You grinned.

Yeonjun lets out a chuckle and you crawl into his lap, resting your head on his shoulder.

He opens the blanket he was currently wrapped in and invites you in to join him in his little burrito.

You bury your face into his neck, inhaling that familiar scent you grew to love. Yeonjun places a hand on your back and rubs small circles as he plants a kiss on your hairline.

“Hey, I know that you’ve been out a lot. You know– busy with band stuff, but do you think you could maybe get a small side gig to help us out?” You looked at him with a nervous smile.

You knew Yeonjun took his band career seriously. He did everything he could to help, taking any small gig he and his bandmates could find. But most of the time it just felt like it wasn’t enough to pay the bills.

“Baby… we talked about this before.. You know I–” 

Before Yeonjun can finish his response, your conversation gets interrupted.

Creak

“What the–”

“Is that the roof?” Yeonjun squints his eyes as he looks at the wooden planks above him. You both sit in silence staring upwards, waiting for the odd sound to play again.

Nothing.

“Huh..” You lift yourself off your boyfriend and stand in the middle of your tiny living room, eyes still concentrated on trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

..Creak…

“Ah shit–! Y/n look out!” Yeonjun jumps off the couch and grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him as part of your roof collapses right on top of the spot you were standing on. A fresh blanket of snow pouring in.

“Holy fuck, fuck fuck fuck–”

“Y/n are you okay?! Did you get hurt?!” His hands grab your face and his eyes are scanning for any injuries.

“I- I’m fine but our roof just fucking caved in!??! Shit, I could have been crushed!” Your jaw was practically dropped at the situation.

Yeonjun pulls away and walks towards the pile of wood and snow to assess the damage.

And as if right on cue, another fresh blanket of snow falls right on top of him. “AH!” Yeonjun yells, shaking off the remaining snow sitting on his head.

“Stupid fucking roof! I hate this damn apartment, not only do we not have any heat but we don’t even have a roof!”

“Pffft–!”

Yeonjun looks over and sees your face almost red, doubled over as you tried your best to keep in your laughter and he can’t help but feel his anger dissipate at the sight.

He hadn’t seen you laugh or smile like this in a while.

“You–! you look so stupid right now– I’m sorry!” You breathe out, falling on the couch as you let out a heavy laugh.

Your boyfriend beams, seeing you like this was better than any blanket or heater. His heart skips as you pull him in to lightly dust off the remaining snow.

So what if it took half of your savings jar and Yeonjun sacrificing almost a whole night of sleep to fix the roof? Every penny and splinter was worth seeing that priceless smile of yours.

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April 3rd, Spring. After two weeks of nonstop work, you finally had a day off the same day Yeonjun was home for the day.

You took the opportunity to splurge and eat in. You put on your favorite movie as you folded both of your laundry, Yeonjun making comments every now and then, pausing to get up and check on the stew you were making.

You found yourself wishing your days were like this more often. You knew he was busy and you respected that he wanted to chase his dreams, and who were you to get in the way of that?

Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun had been silent the last few minutes.

Suddenly, you feel his figure scoot behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “One day I’m gonna make enough money for us to get out of this dump.” He mumbles into your neck.

“Huh?” You looked up from the pile of clothing that you were attending to.

“You heard me, I’m gonna make it big. The day that I do, I’m gonna buy you brand new clothes, a cute dog, we’re gonna live in a mansion, and then get married.”

Your face flushes and you smile. This was the first time Yeonjun had ever mentioned marriage to you.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, gonna be the biggest star this world will ever know. My face is gonna be plastered on every billboard. Then, we’ll have kids.. and then when I’m too old to perform, we’re gonna be so rich you’ll never have to work another day in your life” he grins.

“Feeling a little ambitious are we?” You giggle, raising an arm to pat his head. His hair felt soft, it had been so long since you ran your fingers through it. You find yourself closing your eyes as you begin to imagine your ideal future.

“Say whatever you want. It’s gonna happen!” Yeonjun raises a fist in the air, as if giving a speech to a crowd and you feel as if you couldn’t have been more in love with him in that moment.

One day, he’s gonna be in front of a real crowd, the largest one he’s ever seen, and you swear you’ll be front row cheering him on.

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May 16th, Spring.

You throw his bag down in frustration. “So this entire fucking time you were just going out and having fun? Drinking with your bandmates while I’m here working my ass off trying to keep a roof over our heads?!”

Yeonjun sighs and grits his teeth.

“No. I’m not just going out and having fun. Yes, I admit! Sometimes we’re out of luck and Soobin can’t get us a fucking gig. We go to a place and have a few drinks to destress, but I promise you I am trying my hardest! I do everything I can to get a shitty gig, I hang out with other douchebag bands so we can get connections y/n! Con-nec-tions! You ever fucking heard of that?!”

Another argument, the 4th night in a row.

This time you were cleaning around the apartment, finding Yeonjun’s bag as he took his shower before heading out for the evening to meet with his bandmates. ‘A huge meeting talking about an upcoming event they’re going to perform at’ he claimed.

You open his bag, knowing that he’d appreciate you cleaning up the trash he had inside. He trusted that you wouldn’t toss any of his half-written lyrics or important documents anyway.

That’s when you see it, three– no four– crumble receipts inside the inner pocket. You unscramble them to see they’re all charges from bars. Not just the same one, but multiple, containing only large orders of alcoholic drinks with the occasional snack to go along.

Anger consumes you before you think rationally, and as Yeonjun walks out of the shower with just a towel around his waist shaking his wet black hair, you shove the receipts in his face.

After minutes of back and forth, the tension grows immensely thicker. And before you both even notice, it all turns into a yelling match. 

He explains that it’s due to him not being able to find proper gigs as of recently, and how drinking will destress him, going off on a rant about how it’s normal in the industry to drink with managers and other bands to get a good rep. “Do you even fucking care about us!? We live in a dump! I had to call someone to fix our dishwasher three times last month! What if I get fired or laid off? We’re just gonna live on the fucking streets?! Be realistic Yeonjun! Be fucking realistic!”

“Maybe the issue is you don’t care y/n.. You just don’t understand that I’m serious! I’m taking this shit all seriously! I’m sorry I can’t find a proper job right now, but I need just more time.. And if you can’t respect my dream then honestly.. Maybe I should just fucking go right now for good.”

You couldn’t even respond. The tears in your eyes began to drip down and Yeonjun could only watch as your eyebrows furrow more, face scrunching up in an attempt to hide the frustration you were feeling.

He knew you hated crying, especially in front of him.

Had your eye bags always been so deep?

Yeonjun’s lips part and you hear his breath hitch the second it all starts crashing down on him. 

He stares at how disheveled your hair is. The way your skin looked so pale and almost blue under the dim light of the moon from your opened blinds. He remembers the way he used to kiss up your sunkissed arm the first few months you both moved into your tiny apartment. Letting the sun shine through the windows as you both danced slowly to whatever bossanova song played through your vintage radio.

Those first few months of summer were golden. They were warm like your skin on his when he woke up in the morning to you with his arms wrapped around your waist. Now your skin looked cold, dull, and you looked stretched thin.

How could he have just noticed all this? He was living with you the whole time.

In reality, he stopped being present a long time ago.

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The following days Yeonjun was nowhere to be seen.

You cried every day, constantly looking over to the door to see if he would just waltz in, big grin as he held a golden contract to a label over your head. You glanced over at the couch often, expecting your lover to be sitting as usual on his phone or hunched over writing whatever lyrics he could muster.

You called and texted but no response was ever given. Even if you had a car, not that walking would stop you, you had no idea of his whereabouts. Where would you even begin to look?

Then finally at the end of the week, Yeonjun returns home.

You weren’t there when he arrived, you still had to work despite the fact that things were rough. So when you return that night, all that’s left is your stuff and a note.

To my dearest y/n, Sorry for everything. I hope you understand that I need to do things my way right now. This is stupid but I'm sure you can imagine where this is going. Maybe in the future we’ll find each other again, but as of right now, I have to leave. If you need me you have my number,  See you around baby -Yeonjun

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Shortly after, you find yourself moving out of that old apartment. You never texted or called Yeonjun, and he never did so to you either.

As time goes by and the seasons pass, you can’t help but wonder where he ended up.

Did he continue to seek that dream he always wanted?

Maybe being with you was his biggest dream all along,

He just didn’t know it then.

Deep down Yeonjun wished he could have shown his appreciation for you more. How much he wished to give you a better life, to be a better boyfriend. How much he wished that on those nights when he’d arrive late in the morning hours, you’d wake up to see him giving you those gentle kisses, or how he’d double check to make sure the blanket was properly covering your sleeping figure.

Oh, how Yeonjun would never know about those faded photographs you still have saved from your old polaroid camera. Both of you with wide smiles as you sat in the pile of snow in the middle of your living room. You often found yourself wishing you could go back. Go back to when things were simpler, go back to that summer you moved in that tiny apartment.

As these nights go on, so does time. Therefore the tears that you find yourself wiping away eventually dry, and you let these memories go with a sigh. They carry themselves away along with the gentle breeze that whispers through your open window. And as that sandalwood candle’s wick flickers out, you realize so does the love you once held for him.

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Feb 14 - lips

Cowboy James 🤠

Inspired my @regulusmydarlin here's the one where Reggie finally cracks 🤗

Previous part first part

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"Has anyone ev'r told ya you're gorgeous?" James pondered, running a finger along the side of Regulus's face.

"You have. On multiple occasions, if I recall correctly." Regulus replied, eyes still on his book.

"Y'do indeed." James replied with a grin. "An' I'm gonna keep doin' it." He added, flicking a silky black curl. Regulus sent him a little side-glare, and James chuckled.

"Honestly, though, darlin', how could I not tell you over n' over? Ev'ry time ah see you, ah’m flabbergasted at how darn pretty y'are."

Regulus scoffed.

"Real smooth, Potter." He droned. James smirked.

"What, d'ya want me t' go inta detail? Would that convince ya?"'

"If it would make you happy, go right ahead, nosy." Regulus encouraged, still fondly holding onto that nickname.

"Mmm, alrigh'. T’ start, y’r hair is gorgeous," James began, twirling a curl around his finger. " 's so shiny and bouncy, an' y'look divine when y'laugh or turn 'round, it alw'ys bounces n' lands perfectly. Your hands, god, th’r the prettiest hands ah’ve ever seen, ah honestly don' un’erstand. Th'r thin and delicate and y'r skin overall is jus' such a pretty, markable compl'xion..." James trailed off, observing Regulus. The man still hadn’t reacted, staring downward, though James could tell he was no longer actively reading; he was listening intently.

"And don' even get me started on y'r lips, darlin'. Th'r sinfully stunnin', so pink and jus' the perfect plumpn'ss, ev'ry time I look at you I jus' wanna kiss ya. I wanna bite 'em and make 'em all swollen and shiny... s'pose tha's a bit off topic..." James trailed off with a smirk. He caught a little tick at the corner of Regulus's mouth.

"Then th'rs your waist, y'r whole damn body, with y'r long limbs n' pretty legs and that fuckin' arse... ah mean, Christ almighty, if ah wasn' a sinner before ah met you..." the cowboy didn't even finish the sentence, but Regulus got the implication. It was getting harder for James to focus. Pointing out all these rather delectable things about Regulus, sitting right next to him, made it hard to not simply shut up and devour the man.

"But ah think my fav'rite’s gotta be y'r eyes." He spoke, and he noticed Regulus's posture straighten slightly. The younger man hadn't expected this.

"Ev'ry time ah look into y'r eyes ah feel like 'm drownin'. Ah've nev'r seen nothin' like 'em, really. Th'r like a storm an' a silver bullet at the same time, all steely and sparkly and just fuckin' stunnin’. Ah could look into y'r eyes fr'vr, sugar." James's voice had dropped, but it was soft. Like he was getting lost just talking about Regulus's eyes. 

Apparently, that was the key.

James’s face split into a delighted grin as he watched a blotchy red spread across Regulus's cheeks and exposed neck. Unable to help himself, he leaned in, pressing his lips to the red spots.

"So tha' was all it took, huh? Ah feel like ah jus' foun’ the 8th world wonder." James drawled cheerily, and Regulus rolled his eyes, but was still furiously blushing. James leaned forward again, sucking more red marks onto his neck.

"Maybe, if ah mark y'up, tha' pretty blush will last fr'ver." James murmured, dragging his tongue over Regulus's Adam's apple to the other side. Regulus shivered slightly, and he felt James's grin against him.

"Watcha think 'bout that?"

"I think Sirius would kill you." Regulus hummed, but he tilted his head back to give the cowboy easier access.

"Ah think 's worth it if ev'ryone else would know y'r mine." Regulus turned his head slightly, and James paused.

"Am I yours?" He questioned, not looking directly at James.

"D'ya wanna be?" James asked in response, and Regulus bit his lip.

"Yes."

"Then tha's that." James stated, but his grin stretched from ear to ear. He pulled Regulus in for a proper kiss this time, licking into his mouth hungrily. Regulus let out a huff of air, throwing his book on a nearby chair and pulling James down towards him.

"Now," James broke away to pant, hovering over Regulus. "What do ah hafta do to make y' blush all over like that?" He murmured, voice growing husky. Regulus groaned, pulling him down again, and James spent the rest of the night finding out.

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"Hey, pretty." James drawled as he walked into the room, where Regulus and Pandora were sprawled on the couch. As he said it, he made direct eye contact, his gaze intense. And just like that, Regulus was a red as a tomato. Pandora gasped.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed, before clapping a hand over her mouth.

"Sorry!" She squeaked, and James laughed, a rumbling chuckle from his chest.

"Don' worry, doll, 's nothin' ah have'n heard before." James said, and Pandora blushed.

"Right, of course. Sorry, just... I've never seen Regulus flustered. Ever. I didn't even know he could blush!" She declared, and James laughed again.

"Took me a secon' t’ figure it out, too." He admitted, plopping down on the couch next to Regulus, who was pointedly ignoring the charming man next to him.

"Aww, Reggie's all hot and bothered!!" Pandora cooed, and the man sent her a glare. She burst into a fit of giggles, which was soon joined by James's hearty chuckle.

"I hate you both."

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"Howdy, Sirius." James greeted as he walked into the bar, followed by Regulus.

"Well hey there, partner." Sirius replied, grinning as he wiped out a glass. "And Reggie! What are you two doing together?" Sirius wondered, and James shot a look back at Regulus.

"Well, ah was jus' comin' here t' see ya, when ah ran into lil Reggie here in the parkin' lot." James drawled, and Regulus heavily resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Oh, how funny!" Sirius commented, setting the glass down and leaning his arms on the bar. "Hope he wasn't too rude to you." He added, sending a warning look at his brother, who did roll his eyes this time.

"Aw, naw, he's been a righ’ angel." James replied, smirking at the smaller man. Sirius scoffed, sweeping a glance at Regulus.

"I don’t know who you met, but I don't think it's my brother." He grumbled, and James laughed.

"Don' worry, he's been plen'y polite. Very gentlemanly." James assured Sirius, and Regulus had to hold back a laugh. He didn't think anyone would find him or James very gentlemanly if they knew what the two had been getting up to over the past few days.

Sirius shrugged, taking the towel off his shoulder and grabbing another glass.

"Well, I have to tend to some folks, but let me know if you're feeling thirsty." He said with a wink, before moving to the other end of the bar.  James scooted over closer to Regulus, so they were shoulder-to-shoulder.

"Real subtle." Regulus murmured, letting his gaze travel around the bustling bar, not the gorgeous hunk next to him. He couldn't be too obvious with Sirius only a few feet away, whether he was busy or not.

"Right?" James agreed, and Regulus sighed. "Y'know, y'look even prettier under these dumb lights. Ev'ryone else looks all weird n’ wash’d out, but y'look like a damn vision. An' y'r eyes just reflect all the colors, it's stunnin’." James commented, and Regulus could feel his cheeks heat. He could also, suddenly, feel his brother’s eyes on him. He turned his head, locking eyes with similar grey ones, which were soon moving closer.

"Are you blushing?" Sirius asked, astounded.

"No." Regulus snapped, trying to step away from James as casually as possible. "Must be the lighting."

It didn't work.

"Mm, no, you're definitely blushing! And you two were standing awfully close... James, are you fucking my baby brother?" Sirius questioned, in true, blatant, Sirius Black fashion. The cowboy answered without hesitation.

"W're datin', actually." Sirius's jaw dropped open.

"So this is where you've been going?" He screeched to Regulus, gesturing wildly at James.

"Yes..." Regulus replied, sheepish.

"And you didn't tell me?" Sirius's voice was only rising in pitch and volume.

"Listen," James cut in, placing a hand on Regulus's lower back. Sirius tracked the movement, and Regulus couldn't quite read his face. "Ah know he's y'r baby brother, an' y'r protective, but—"

"Whoa, whoa. Yeah, I wish he was still a baby. But I have no misconceptions about Regulus's lack of virginity and all. I know he dates and fucks. Hell, he told me the first day he met you how badly he wanted to fuck you." Sirius rambled, and Regulus shot him a death stare as James looked down at him smugly.

"I'm offended because Regulus didn't tell me. How could you not spill that you were hitting this?!" Sirius exclaimed, gesturing to the cowboy next to Regulus, who grinned.

"Because you told me not to!" Regulus cried out, throwing his hands up in the air. He wasn't a generally expressive person, but when it came to Sirius, he gestured a lot.

"Yes, as a rebound. But since you agreed to date him, clearly you're in a better state than I thought. I'm proud of you, baby bro." Sirius grinned, holding out a fist to Regulus. The younger man frowned, looking at it as though it were a puzzle. James chuckled, before demonstrating.

" ‘s a fist bump. Y’ bump his w’th y’rs, like this." He explained, before bumping his fist against Sirius's. Regulus raised a haughty eyebrow at the both of them, before rolling his eyes and bumping Sirius's fist. James held out a fist next, grinning eagerly. Regulus gave him an exasperated look, but when they bumped fists and James brought his out in an explosion, he couldn't help a small smile.

God, was he turning into a sap??

Minutes later, when James snaked a hand around his waist and whispered pretty and stunning into his ear, he confirmed that yes, he absolutely was.

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1656 words :)

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would you write more of the smart cookie fic? im just very very into it and would love a part 2 🫶🏻

Love You To The Moon & Back

Summary:

“Good morning to you, too,” you kiss his forehead, and he mumbles something else, snuggling deeper into your arms. “What happened to the early bird catches the worm, hmm?” “....not a bird…no worms please….” he mumbles. “Hmm,” you respond, rubbing circles along his back, “How about pancakes? I think I might have some blueberries or chocolate chips,” you muse; Spencer peeks up at you. “Ah, I see I’ve piqued your interest.”

Pairings:

Spencer Reid x Male Reader

Tags:

Tattooed Reader (Because I Don’t See Enough Of That) | Fluff | A Wee Bit Of Angst | Developing Relationship | I Shook Spencer & Insecurities Fell Out | Inaccurate Laws & Profiling Probably (Take What I Write With A Grain Of Salt :)

Words: 4690

Author's Note:

Yes, you may 😌. I've been thinking of doing some more stuff for the AUs I make, cause it's fun, and I think male & gender-neutral readers need more AUs. Sorry for making this long 💀.

Previous

I found the experience of falling in love or being in love was a death: a death of everything. You kind of watch yourself die in a wonderful way, and you experience for the briefest moment - if you see yourself for a moment through their eyes - everything you believed about yourself gone. In a death-and-rebirth sense.

- Hozier

Around Spencer, the kitchen felt like a world away as he took in the feeling he was experiencing; with light, frivolous laughter, he hid his face in your chest to stop himself from falling into giddy hysterics. You were equally as giddy, chuckling when Spencer met your eye, “So…what now?” he asked.

“Well, we’ve got a few more hours of work,” you respond, chuckling when his face scrunched up in mock irritation, “but after, we could go on a date,” you suggest.

“Date?”

“Hmm, you know,” you respond, “that thing people do when they want to pursue a romantic relationship.” He smiles; admittedly, he hadn’t thought past the kiss, now surprised to find you wanted to cultivate something along the lines of an actual romantic relationship with him. 

“Yeah, I know,” he responds, “what do you have in mind?”

“Well, the museum has a new Classics exhibit,” you reply, and Spencer is amazed that you’d genuinely been paying attention when he’d dumped his knowledge of 15th Century literature on you. “What do you say?”

“Yes,” he nods enthusiastically, excitedly bouncing on the balls of his feet. The hours left at work breeze through fast, and Spencer spends most of it with dancing hands, a wide smile on his face - your date is set to 9:30 AM, Saturday morning. He goes home with a prep in his step, and when the weekend comes around, his enthusiasm soars; Saturday morning sees few clouds in the sky and the promise of sun. Spencer kept to his usual attire of casualness; the streets were averagely busy, and he twists the strap of his satchel on his way there, quelling any anxieties that manage to break past the excitement. Said anxieties are set aside when he notes how well your leather jacket hugs your arms. 

“Hey, cookie,” you greet, hand reaching out to hold his.

“Hey,” he threads his fingers with yours, thumb rubbing circles on your skin as you make your way through the museum. The Classics exhibit displayed several kraters from c. 520-500 BCE, Etruscan figurines, Greek and Roman sculptures, and various other artifacts. Classics isn’t as interesting a topic it seems, as the crowd is relatively small, but Spencer is thankful for that - the overcrowded dinosaur exhibit you’d passed came to mind, and he shuddered at the thought of being caught up in that. 

“Etruscan tomb painting….” You read off one of the displays before turning to him with a knowing smile.

“Oh, the Etruscans were a civilization that flourished in Central Italy between the 8th and 3rd Century BCE, renowned in antiquity for their rich mineral resources and as a major Mediterranean trading power,” he speaks easily, basking in the fondness you directed towards his rambling. “Much of their history and culture was either destroyed or assimilated into the conquering Roman Empire. Tomb painting is considered one of the Etruscans' greatest legacies, with beautifully painted tombs in Tarquinia, Cerveteri, Chiusi, and Vulci.”

The exhibit didn’t have the actual paintings, instead displaying photographic copies with annotations and interactive maps; the sculptures are set up to mimic the inside of a temple, leading to the back where the kraters are set. The other sculptures are scattered about the room, and Spencer beams when you turn to him for information, having spoken more today than he has in a long time. He coughs in the middle of his tangent about pediments; he rubs the back of his neck and apologizes for the scratchy throat.

You chuckle, “Come on, let’s get something for that cough, eh?” The museum’s cafe is surprisingly empty, with a few people milling about here and there and the majority off at the shops. You both get iced teas and take a table away near one of the window walls. Spencer keeps hold of your hand and drums his fingers mindlessly. He is saddened when the date comes to an end. “C —can we do this again?”

You nod enthusiastically in response, and still riding on the coattails of joy, he asks, “Can I kiss you again?”

“As many times as you like, love.” 

He beams, leaning into your space to do just that, his thumb rubs across your skin, and even after you part for the day, Spencer is ecstatic - the joy persisting into tomorrow as he skips with every step. “Well, well, well, someone’s happy,” Derek remarks. “I hope this means you finally said something to loverboy.”

“Yup,” Spencer responds, “we, uh, had a date yesterday.”

Derek pats Spencer’s back with a proud smile, “You know what this means? I, Derek Morgan, was right.” Spencer shakes his head; any attempts to clarify to Derek that this wasn’t exactly an I told you so moment fell on deaf ears as the man smugly waltzed from the elevator with a cheer. Spencer follows after; when you arrive some moments later, it’s with two coffees as usual, and the day begins as the first of many days chasing an unsub through the Appalachian Mountains. 

“It’s almost like some twisted sightseeing event,” Derek mumbles. “The unsub’s earliest activities can be traced in Alabama; they kidnap two people, and from what the surviving witnesses have said, make both victims fight to the death, the winner gets to live.”

“Ties get both killed, and refusal to fight does the same,” you add. “They’re patient, willing to wait for months if need be to strike again. The murders between Kentucky and West Virginia had two years between them; if they are following the mountains, then there’s a chance they’ll cross over into Canada and most likely out of our hands.”

“Alright, then, let’s make sure that doesn’t happen,” Gideon says, “What else do we know?”

“They’re also meticulous, the locations, the methods, the choosing of victims. It’s all so careful, like some form of entertainment,” Spencer responds.

The facts are as follows:

The unsub has little regard for other people, seeing them as pawns for their own amusement.

The victims appear randomly selected, but on closer inspection, all seem to play into their disturbing amusement. Features vary, but all work in the retail industry - the unsub walks through retail stores for hours before picking. They’d do the same company for two states before switching to another, then another, and another.

Victims had a week; after that, survivors were left tied, with a sack over their heads at their place of work, and corpses were left in the same place as well.

The unsub didn’t care for publicity and seemed to want to keep it as something private. 

Pennsylvania is the next destination; the first victim is already chosen by the time of landing, which leaves one of hundreds if not thousands of other potential candidates. Spencer and Gideon stay with the local police department, you split off with Ellle, and Hotch goes off with Derek. Spencer bounces off theories and facts with Gideon; the profile becomes clearer but comes with a few more holes. The unsub seems well-red, familiar with police procedures, not intimately, more so like someone who’s read and heard extensively enough to understand.

“The space between murders suggests they must have traveling involved in their day-to-day life to be able to do so with such ease. Said life must offer them some satisfaction if they’re able to handle their urges so well.“ Gideon pointed to the mapped-out route of the unsub, “They could be in the tourism field, a flight attendant or a business consultant, something that lets them go from state to state easily enough.”

“Business consultants are sought after for their professional advice and services; they locate challenges in businesses and strategize plans to find solutions; they essentially come in and take over control, in the same way the unsub takes power over one’s life from their victims.” Spencer rambles, “but why target retails workers?”

Gideon sighs, “The higher up the chain you go, the less regard you have for your fellow man,” he states, “83% of retail workers report harassment from customers, the higher the social class, the worse the abuse can be. Our unsub’s disregard for human life may also be intrinsically linked to their social class as well as their occupation.”

“So everyone below a certain point is no better than cattle to them?” Gideon nods in response to Spencer’s question. 

“Can I help you folks out?”

The Goodwill of the first victim’s kidnapping was small, residential houses all around; the community around it wasn’t small per se, but close enough to take note when outsiders came about. The manager, Naomi Hughes, is a kind middle-aged woman of relative height, hair in a neat row of braids along her head.

You and Elle introduce yourselves and draw out your badges, “We’re here about Hayden Mullins.”

She nods, “Oh yes…uh…come with me.” She leads you to the back and into her office, “Hayden was working the closing shift when he was abducted, I told him not to work it alone, but he was determined. Home isn’t the happiest place for him,” she explains, “I’d let him sleep here when his dad was making a ruckus, get some food in him. He’s a good kid; I don’t know why anyone would go after him.”

“Did he have any hostile interactions with customers in the days before he was taken?” you ask.

“Who doesn’t? Folks get real snappy when you can’t get them what they want.” She rubs her temple, “I had a customer scream at me 'cause we didn’t carry non-salted water,” she exclaims with quotation marks, “what the hell is non-salted water?”

Elle huffs and shakes her head, “What about friendly customers? Did you notice anyone who didn’t act the way you’d expect? Anyone who stood out for a different reason?”

Naomi purses her lips, “Now that you mention it,” she opens her desk and pulls out a file, “There was this one woman; she was nice, like really nice. She said she’d just come off a four-hour road trip, so we was ready for all sorts of tantrums, but….”

“But what?” Elle asks.

“She was sweet. Smiled at me and said it was alright when we couldn’t get her what she needed,” Naomi’s face scrunched up a little, “I was a little spooked if I’m being honest; I mean, I’ve had nice customers, but she was something else.” She shuddered, passing over the file to you, “I was gonna forget all about her, but….when she looked at Hayden,” she shook her head, “I got a bad feeling.”

Inside the file was a woman’s side profile - hair clipped back into a bun, light makeup from what you can note in the black and white frame, a neatly kept suit - for all intents and purposes, a regular businesswoman. 

“Hayden was stocking the shelves, I think, and she got mad when he couldn’t man a checkout. Had to have her escorted from the premises, but she came back again —oh my god, do you think she—”

“We don’t know that yet, ma’am,” you interject, “this is still an ongoing investigation; we’re just looking into all the facts as of now.”

“Don’t blame yourself for anything that happened,” Elle tells her.

Naomi nods, “Promise me something, if…if anything happens, you’ll tell me before you tell the news, understand?” You both nod to her request and leave with the security footage and any receipts linked back to the woman.

“If this, April Walsh is our unsub,” Elle points to the picture, “it sounds like she doesn’t like to lose control, the ties, the refusal to fight, it was in the hands of the victims, it was anarchy….” 

“....she can’t let it thrive,” you finish. “The store is already out of her comfort zone and control; what if she assigns roles to the people around her, say Naomi? Managers are notorious for allowing bad behavior, but when Naomi didn’t….” You get behind the wheel and drive while throwing around more theories.

“....she got angry. April told Naomi she came off a four-hour drive; how far is the last crime scene?” She pulls out her phone, and minutes later, she cheers, “Four hours, and eighteen minutes, it’s not much, but….”

“It’s something; let’s get back to Spencer and Gideon with the info.” 

“Speaking of Spencer,” Elle chuckles, “a little birdy told me the two of you went out on a date.”

You groan and roll your eyes, “Seriously?”

“Come on, I mean, Derek’s been bragging that he got Mr. Lovebird and the Resident Genius together,” she quips, “plus, you two make a cute couple.”

You smile, “Thanks. At the very least, I know there’s another date somewhere in the future, so good things to come, I hope.”

“Oh, they’re definitely coming,” Elle remarks. You lightly smack her arm and laugh as you pull up to the local precinct. She raises her eyebrows when Spencer greets you laughing when you stick your tongue out at her.

“Hey, cookie.”

“Hey,” he responds, grinning at you, “did you bring me anything?” he quips.

“How does a potential name for our unsub sound?” You give him the file, “and also, a few more details to add to the profile?”

“I’d say it sounds good,” Gideon responds with a small smile. You and Spencer huff, amused and bashful - Elle relays the theories you’d bounced off each other in the car as Spencer pins April’s image on the board, while Gideon does the same to catch you up on what he and Spencer discussed while you were away. “We can brief the officers when Hotch and Derek get back.”

“It’s about two things,” Gideon begins, facing the  “control and entertainment. The unsub does not care for anyone but herself; at best, anyone outside of that is a form of entertainment and, at worst, an annoyance.” He points to April’s security image, “April Kennedy Walsh is a business consultant, highly sought after from what we’ve gathered, and meticulous with just about everything, from her schedule to her wardrobe.”

“Her method of murder calls back to the gladiatorial fights in the Colosseum; the emperor and the people of Rome would watch as gladiators fought with each other or animals,” Spencer adds, “she feels no remorse for her victims and rewards winners with their life. Refusing to fight for her amusement might insult her in some way, as though she were an actual Roman emperor.”

“She fits in easily with the crowd from a distance, but up close, her disregard peeks through during moments of loss of control. She’s not shown any violent behaviors during those times, but it can’t be ruled out,” Derek passes copies of April’s photos, “and judging by how she took little time to disguise herself in any way, she’s not afraid of being caught. In fact, this whole chase could be another form of entertainment for her, the same way you or I sit back and watch TV.”

“The potential want to be caught doesn’t mean she isn’t using an alias and could be a way to challenge us, so be on the lookout,” Gideon finished.

The officers split off after the debrief, and you gather back as a group, “There’s a few other Goodwills from the first and a bunch more in Pennsylvania; we can’t search them all,” Elle points out, “and even if we did, she’s patient, she could just as easily wait until the smoke blows over before coming back.”

“We don’t have much of a choice; handing out her photo to the media could cause her to abandon the hunt too, and then we’d have no easy way of finding Hayden,” you say, “there has to be some kind of pattern between the stores she chooses.”

“She chooses the same two stores for each pair of victims, always employees, never managers; after two pairs, she changes stores,” JJ reiterates, “what if she’s following the road? Picking whatever store she sees on her way?” She looks at the map, hand trailing over the red pins set on the previous stores, “The first incident was in Huntsville, Alabama, from there, and according to her schedule, she had been on a back-to-back business expose.”

You pick up blue pins and place them outside the border of the Appalachian Mountains, “In that two-year break period, she was in Lancaster, Ohio.” You put a pin there, “then Richmond, Virginia. Maybe, the two-year gap wasn’t by choice or lack of available victims.”

“Personal tragedy? But we couldn’t find anything like that,” JJ sighed, “then again, we could barely find anything about her personal life. Her parents are divorced, and when I called and asked about April, they hung up on me really quick.”

“What are you thinking?” You ask.

“Well, what if this disregard for people started early? Her mother was a judge, her father a surgeon; I’d say that’s enough money to cover up any accidents,” JJ theorizes, “both high-pressure jobs might have caused the divorce. But why not speak about their daughter?”

“One or both parents could have felt guilty, argued with the other about covering it up, then,” you shrug, “divorce?”

You dial Garcia’s number and wait as the tone rings, “Mistress of all knowledge, how may I enlighten you today?”

“Hey, gorgeous,” you greet, she scoffs on the other end, and you can imagine she’s rolling her eyes.

“Ah, my favorite work of art,” she greets back.

“We need to know if April has any juvenile records, sealed records, anything like that, and if her mother was involved in having them buried.”

“Okie dokie.” She types fast a few clicks later and, “Wow. I’ve found a couple of things, most of them cited as isolated incidents and common behavior among children, but one sticks out, November 23rd, 1999, the same year Judge Walsh resigned from her post.”

“She give any reason why?” You inquire.

“Nope.”

“Alright, thanks, Garcia.”

“Anytime.”

You relay the information, “The divorce happened the next year,” JJ mumbles, “let’s see if we can get those records open.”

November 23rd, 1999. April K. Walsh attended a camping trip near Lake Michigan; during a scavenger hunt, one of April’s buddies - Sam Goodwin - was found face down in the waters; the leading theory was Sam had gotten distracted and veered off the trail, with little experience swimming, Sam may have slipped into the water, panicked then subsequently drowned. The children had been paired into groups of three; the third child, Emma Chavez, had insisted that April had done it, and one detective had shot in the dark - months of investigation, and it looked like April would be facing time in a juvenile detention facility.

“What juvenile detention facility did she get sent to?” Gideon asks.

“None; close to the trial, the whole case fell apart; the next year, Judge Walsh resigned from her post and got a divorce.”

“Phone calls won’t cut it,” Hotch states, “we need her parents down here now.”

Joshua Walsh - now a retired surgeon- stayed close to Lake Michigan after the divorce and never remarried. Sofia Phillips - previously Sofia Walsh, post-divorce, she moved to Vermont, remarried, and had two more children before returning to work as a judge in a more minor position. Both refused to look each other in the eye; Joshua appeared more saddened, while Sofia was irritated. 

“I’m sure you have a good reason for dragging me all the way here,” Sofia grumbled.

You knew very little of Sofia Phillips, but from what you could gauge, she held herself higher than others and regarded the investigation with about as much regard as buying the wrong flavor of juice.

“Yes, ma’am, we wanted to ask about your daughter, April,” Hotch replied.

“April? Please, I don’t have a daughter called April anymore.”

Joshua scoffed, “Yes, you do, April Kennedy Walsh,” he turned to her, pulling out his wallet with shaky hands; he riffled through it before holding a picture in her face. “She had your eyes, remember?”

“Yes, I also remember her being dead to me, Joshua,” Sofia responds, glancing away. “She was always troubled. I tried to be a good mother, but sometimes you just can’t beat that attitude out of them.” She crosses one leg over the other, “I thank god I was blessed with two wonderful children after her, kind, obedient, nothing like April.”

“Hypocrite much? Where do you think she got it from, huh?”

Sofia rolls her eyes and glances at Hotch, “Are we finished now? My son has a recital in a few hours.” Hotch nods, and she leaves without a second glance; Joshua stays seated, shaking his head with a sigh.

“April…she’s not a bad kid…just lost. Sofia and I didn’t expect to have kids that early…I mean, we coped, but our jobs….” He looks at the photo again, “I tried as best as I could to be there, but Sofia…I wish I did better."

Joshua reluctantly recounts the event of November 23rd, 1999, alongside his divorce and any other moments before and after that point. The Appalachian Mountains had been Joshua’s dream destination, Sofia, to no surprise, had constantly been vocal about instilling the appropriate life goals in April - high grades, top careers, appropriate connections. The stores chosen all had qualities Sofia had cited as detestable, with Pennsylvania’s first Goodwill reminding her too much of her least favorite architecture - brutalist architecture. So going off that, the next Goodwill would have to be similar in style as well. This new detail leads to a few counties over.

April Walsh doesn’t fight when caught; appearing exhausted, the only other emotion she shows is a mix of relief and joy when she sees Mr. Walsh again, but it’s brief. She sits without prompting, crosses a leg over the other, and makes her only demand, “I’d like to speak to my father—”

“Give us Hayden,” Hotch counters.

“Who? Oh, the retail worker,” she scoffs, “he’s perfectly safe, tied and unconscious in room 345, Liberty Hotel. Now, can I please talk to my father?” Hotch nods, leaving for Hayden with everyone but Gideon and Reid. Hayden is unharmed, drowsy, and confused when he awakes.

You slump into your seat on the airplane, Spencer sits by you, and you lean your head against his shoulder. “No one wake me up for anything,” Derek mumbles across from you, lying across two seats to nap. 

“You look bored, cookie.” Spencer glances over at you; the others on the plane have either gone to sleep or relaxed in their seats.

“Maybe, but I’m not sure there’s much to do in an airplane.”

“We could play a game —not that kind,” you remark; he’d raised his eyebrows, and a light blush had dusted his cheeks, “we can do that at a later date, Dr. Reid. Right now, I was thinking of something like the ABC game.”

“ABC game?”

You sit up, “On long car rides, my grandma loved to play it; we choose a topic or theme and go through the alphabet. Say the theme was food, I’d say apricot; then you’d say bread; we can narrow down themes like food to fruits or vegetables.” 

“Ooh, that sounds interesting; ok, what’s the theme?” he asks, turning towards you.

“We can stick with food; it’s pretty easy and fun for a first-timer,” you reply, “We’ve got apricot and bread down, so, C, carrot cake.”

“Ok, donut.”

“Éclair.”

“French onion soup.”

You breeze through the first round, and Spencer picks the next theme - countries - which you manage through a quarter of before landing; you carry on while on the tarmac and finish just before leaving for home. It’s late afternoon in Quantico; Spencer bumps his hand against yours as you walk, smiling when you hold his hand in response. Paperwork is easy enough, and once done, you collectively sigh in relief when no other case comes up. It’s not night yet, and hearing everyone else make plans or detail what they have in mind when they leave has Spencer debating on whether to have that second date now.

“Thinking hard?” You ask, laughing when he comes out of his thoughts to find you standing close to him.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, “do you…uh…can we have that second date now? I know this great Indian restaurant, it’s a bit out of the way, but it has very good chicken tandoori.”

“Sure, lead the way.”

The restaurant is nice, getting there just half an hour after it opens at 5:00 PM; there’s plenty of space to choose from; Spencer leads you to his favorite seat by the fish tank. It’s a nice date; Spencer finds his legs close to yours after you split the bill, leaving just after seven. “Did you like it?”

“Loved it,” you respond. “You sure know how to treat a man, sweetheart.”

Spencer tugs at your arm, smiling into the kiss you give him. “Goodnight, love.”

Spencer is soft.

It’s what you repeatedly note - when he smiles, leans into your space for a kiss, or drums your fingers along your hands. When he snuffles in his sleep, a moment before waking up, “Morning….” he’d mumble before dozing off for a few odd minutes. 

“Good morning to you, too,” you kiss his forehead, and he mumbles something else, snuggling deeper into your arms. “What happened to the early bird catches the worm, hmm?”

“....not a bird…no worms please….” he mumbles.

“Hmm,” you respond, rubbing circles along his back, “How about pancakes? I think I might have some blueberries or chocolate chips,” you muse; Spencer peeks up at you. “Ah, I see I’ve piqued your interest.” You laugh as Spencer ponders between the comfort of the bed and the prospect of pancakes. You leave him to his decision-making; by the time you’ve made the batter, Spencer shuffles from the bedroom - donning one of your hoodies and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Spencer hugs you from the back and pecks the space between your shoulder blades, “Süss,” he says. 

You purse your lips and glance over your shoulder at him, “Süss? Come on; I thought you liked a challenge?” You switch off the stove and turn to face him, “German. Sweet.”

“I wasn’t looking for a challenge today,” he clarifies, “I was stating a fact.” He points at you as he repeats the word. “Mein süss.” 

You grin, “I’d say you’re the sweet one, cookie.” He scrunches his nose, “Mein süßer Keks.” You wink when he stares at you, “You’re not the only one with a knack for languages.” He sticks out his tongue, leaving the kitchen with the pancakes; you join him at the dining table - he sits with his back to the window, soaking in the sun like a cat.

“Fun fact, chocolate chips melt best at temperatures between 104 °F and 113 °F; the melting process starts at 90 °F when the chips’ cocoa butter starts to heat. For milk and white chocolate chips, the temperature shouldn’t exceed 115 °F; for dark chocolate, it’s 120 °F; otherwise, the chocolate will burn.”

You nod, “Which flavor’s your favorite?”

“The classic chips, made from small chunks of sweetened chocolate, I like to eat them in winter when there’s less chance for them to melt in the bag,” he answers. “What about you?”

“I don’t mind, but I suppose I prefer the classic ones too.” The pancakes were long gone by now, and coffees almost finished; Spencer had come previously to visit but never slept over before, “How’d you sleep?” You ask, placing your arm around his shoulders.

“Good,” he yawns, “you’re really comfortable.” You chuckle as Spencer snuggles closer, “Can we go back to bed?” He asks with another yawn.

“Hmm,” you stand, “you head on in; I’ll take care of the dishes.” He nods, shuffling back to the bedroom; you gather the dishes, rinse off the food, place them in the dishwasher, and leave them to clean. You find Spencer nestled comfortably under the blankets; when you slide in alongside him, he latches onto you, not fully asleep and not fully lucid. You comb your fingers through his hair, and when his breath evens out, you close your own eyes and doze off.

End Note:

This turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, and also, not that I think it needs mentioning, but this and the previous fic takes place somewhere in season one. Stay Hydrated.

[danpuff-ao3]

Snarry-a-Thon 2023

Snarry-a-Thon is an annual fest of Snarry goodness that always brings so much creativity and joy in the Snarry community. I am forever blown away by how much talent and passion Snarry-lovers have. With that in mind, I wanted to create some special recs for a fest near and dear to my heart.

With that, here are my Top 5 picks for the 2010 fest! But first...

Disclaimer: my rec lists are created based on my personal experiences and preferences. There are plenty of other stories and authors who are quite good and deserve just as much love. This is not meant to be an objective “best of the best” list, but the subjective opinion of a longtime reader and fangirl.

Loose Ends

by Arrisha (@arrisha-ao3). Rated: E. Words: 9,856. Heavy angst. Dark. Psychological horror. Unhealthy relationships. Trauma. Mystery. Angst and Romance.

I love you, Severus wants to say. But the timing is never right.

The Want of You

by Ephemeral (@fleetingdesires). Rated: E. Words: 7,377. Hogwarts 8th Year. POV Severus Snape. Clubbing. Virginity loss.

On his night off, Severus unexpectedly realises that Harry has grown into quite an attractive man. He's just not going to think too hard about it. No, he's not going to think about him at all. It's fine. He's fine. Everything is fine.

Nocturne

by Necromanticnoir (@necromanticnoir). Rated: E. Words: 54,090. Fairiytale retellings. Creature fic. Dual POV. Horror. Heartache. Mutual pining. Angst and feels. Self-hatred. Dark magic. Dreams and nightmares.

A Gothic Snarry version of ‘Beauty and the Beast’, inspired by the dark and sensual tale from the Czech film version, ‘Panna a Netvor’. I follow some of the plot, but then diverge and do my own thing. Got to make it even weirder, right? An eerie, erotic, brooding, bloody, batty, haunting fairytale. ‘Underneath my skin there’s a human. Buried deep within there’s a human. Despite everything, I’m still human.’ - ‘Human’ by Daughter

Line by Line

by SerenaEW (@serenaew). Rated: T. Words: 7,836. Romance. Poetry. Librarian Harry. Artist Harry. Calligraphy. Light angst.

After an involuntary exile from the Wizarding World, Harry is now Assistant Librarian at Hogwarts and part-time artist. Who is the poet of the Hogwarts-inspired verses he is creating art for?

Luck of the Draw

by Writcraft (@writcraft). Rated: E. Words: 11,857. Romance. Getting together. Minor injuries. Auror Harry Potter. Humor.

Severus is enjoying the quiet life when his participation in a Ministry raffle forces him to go on a date with Harry Potter. During a weekend filled with drag queens, hiking, a twisted ankle and a dog named Paddington, Severus begins to wonder if the quiet life is really all it’s cracked up to be.

Bonus: Shameless Self Rec

Devotion

by danpuff. Rated: E. Words: 25,843. Enemies to lovers. Cheating. Unhealthy relationships. Self-hatred. Mental health issues. POV Severus Snape. Open/ambiguous ending.

Is there anything more undignified than needing someone so much? Sequel to Contempt

Snarry-a-Thon 2023 Masterlist

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: A Long Time Coming {2}*

Lewis Hamilton x Friend Group Reader

Warning: Cursing, Teasing, Slow Burn, Plot, Raunchy/Crude Language, Jokes & Comedy

Words: 7.2k

Summary:  After a long, grueling and stressful 2023 season where Lewis dominated and showed the world once again why he was the best at what he does. He walks away with his 8th championship title and plans with his closest and bestest for some much-needed R&R. 

Note: If you couldn’t tell by the summary, we are manifesting with this fic, MANIFESTING HARD for Lewis for 2023. Also, thank you Ru for filling in some of the friend info for me. XOXO

Note II: I like the Daniel Ricciardo’s face and how he looks so sweet and unintentionally hot. He seems to have a good friendship with Lew, so I added him in.

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it!

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{Part 1} 

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Meg the Stallion and Beyonce rang in your ear as you pounded your feet on the beach as you ran like your novel was chasing you badgering you to finish it this instant. You ran faster than you’d ever ran on one of your jogs. The sun was rising and it gave a beautiful distraction rounding out your group of distractions. You rapped out loud along with Meg and Bey using the bass to fuel you to push yourself harder. You ignored the burn in your thighs you pushed and pushed and pushed. You began shouting when it got too much but you still refused to stop.

 However, no matter how fast you ran, or how hard you pushed yourself you still replayed the events of last night. You still heard the muffled words from the other side of the wall. You heard the moans and the deafening silence. None of it wanted to leave your brain. This morning when you’d woken you still hadn’t wrapped your head around it. You’d gotten to the point to really wonder if he’d purposefully put you in the room beside them. Then you wracked your brain further wondering if it was maliciously done. 

Was he fucking with you in a psychological way? It didn’t make sense. You weren’t frenemies. Something like that you did to someone you didn’t really like or respect. You were sure there was no bad blood between you. However, when you took that away the answer you were left with was one you didn’t dare touch. You didn’t even dare to think about it. Instead, you shoved it into that untouchable travel back and avoided making any eye contact with it. It was edging the line of exploding from everything it was already holding.

 Your brain couldn’t handle many more things to think about right now. You were at capacity. You could feel your breakdown steadily approaching. You needed to blow off steam in the worst way. After pushing yourself for another fifteen minutes, you did another mile and a half then turned around to walk the whole four miles back to the villa.

 You took your time, thoroughly enjoying the quiet of the still brand-new morning, the beauty of the scenery and the calm of the sweet breeze wafting over your sweat dampened skin. A wave crashed to the beach and washed around your ankles. It was so warm and inviting you almost stripped and ran in. Instead, you peeled off your sneakers and socks and dropped into the sand. You weren’t in any rush to get back. You dug your phone out of the strap on your arm and took a few calming breaths. A fraction of an idea came into mind and instead of thinking about it, you pulled up your draft app and let your fingers fly.

 You’d expected a sentence or a paragraph at best, but after 2 pages you were still going. Would you be able to keep any of it? Who knew but you didn’t stop. Was what you were putting down unputdownable? Meh, still to be determined. By the time you ran out of steam, you had five pages. Deciding not to read it then and there you turned your phone off and focused on the view. Who needed any more than this?

 When you got back to the villa everyone was already sitting around the table where a massive breakfast feast was laid out.

 “There she is. Where you been girl?”

 You held up your shoes so they would get the drift.

 “How far today?”

 “Four and a half miles,” you replied to Gisella.

 “Damn girl, running from someone or tryna run off your ass?”

 You snorted. “Whatever, this ass is here to stay!”

 For emphasis you dropped a baby twerk showing off one of your best assets. Cassie, Robin, Nikki and Gisella cheered you on. Noticeably Justice remained silent, her eyes glued to her phone with a bored look pasted on her face. Interesting you thought.

 “Sit down let’s grub,” Lewis said.

 You ignored him, leaning down to grab a tomato from Nikki’s massive omelet.

 “Mmm. I’m gonna take a shower. Y’all go ahead.”

 Not waiting for any replies, you walked inside toward your room for that shower you desperately needed. Though your belly was grumbling from that small taste of Nikki’s omelet you took your time. It didn’t matter that you were having serious daydreams about identifying the smells you’d caught from that table, allowing your imagination to run wild. It didn’t matter that the longer you did that your belly got louder than your music. By the time you got out, your stomach was eating you from the inside out.  that was when you hurried your movements. Food was the ultimate motivator.

 When you stepped back out, the commotion was loud. Lewis was laughing and carrying on with someone across the table that was not there when you came back. After a few moments, his eyes landed on you and recognition hit you.

 “There she is. The life of the party!”

 You smiled widely as you approached Daniel.

 “Daniel Ricciardo!”

 You did a dab in front of him at the same time he did it then both of you giggled like idiots before he pulled you into a hug.

 “How are you?”

 “I’m good. What are you doing here? This isn’t Australia.”

 “Naw, I know. Lewis sent the invite, and I was like hell yeah. I’d never been to Mozambique so here I am.”

 “Regret it yet?”

 “Now that I know you’re here, not a chance.”

 You smiled, dipping your head at his words. The last season you’d spent a lot of time with Daniel. He and Lewis were close and got along well and because you’d been to every race weekend, you’d gotten to know each other better than just passing strangers. You enjoyed his company and more importantly enjoyed his face. He was always a gentleman and always sweet to you.

 “Such a sweet talker.”

 “Are you guys gonna chat the whole time let’s eat,” Lewis chimed in.

 His voice was tight as if he was speaking through clenched jaws. Again, you ignored him.

 “Shall we? Looks like you’re next to me,” Daniel said holding out his arm for you.

 “Yes, thank you.”

 You looped your arm in his and allowed him to lead him around the table to the two empty chairs remaining. Ever the gentleman, he allowed you to sit first by pulling out your chair.

 “Thank you. It’s so cool you’re here. Honestly, I like you better than any of the other drivers. You and Seb.”

 “Well, I like you better than any of Lewis’ other friends that came to the race weekends.”

 “Woooow,” Miles voiced mad loud.

 “Don’t be jealous,” you said sticking out your tongue at him.

 You brought your attention to the table to survey the dishes and quickly made a game plan. By the end of breakfast, you wanted every single dish in your belly. Taking your time, you filled your plate not caring that everyone could see how much of a glutton you were being.

 “I see why you need to run 4 miles,” Miles added.

 Without warning, you picked up a sausage and threw it at his head. When it hit him right on the mouth you sneered at him, “And hol’ dat!”

 Everyone laughed all at his expense.

 “Is after breakfast a good time to switch rooms?”

 You groaned internally at Nikki’s question.

 “Yeah.”

 “Why’re you switching rooms?”

 You ignored him again focusing on your food. You were not doing this passive aggressive shit with him right now even though your silent treatment was massively passive aggressive.

 “Y/N?”

 You pushed the strawberry pancakes into your mouth and moaned exaggeratedly hoping he’d get the hint and drop it.  

 “Y--.”

 “It’s nothing Lew, she just wants a different view. I thought the foliage and horizon would be a good one.”

 You could feel the tension off of him but still ignored him. The conversation turned and everyone began listing off things to do and places to see. Everyone had different ideas of what consisted of a vacation for them so within a few minutes the list of possible things to do had over fifteen things on it. You happily ate and chatted with Daniel when he leaned to you to spark conversation. You barely paid attention to the discussion to narrow down the itinerary.

 “Anything you wanna do, Y/N?”

 Lewis again attempted to engage you and by now you knew that he knew you were purposely ignoring him. This was his defiance to annoy you because the one thing you wouldn’t do is ignore Lewis Hamilton. God Forbid. You didn’t fall in though, instead, you looked to Daniel.

 “Anything you wanna do?”

 “The beach is calling my name.”

 “Mine too actually,” you seconded.

 “Yeah? Wanna hang with me then?”

 “Absolutely.”

 You could feel Lewis’ radar eyes on you boring hot holes into your head. He was daring you to look at him, but you didn’t. It would be more beneficial to ignore him. You knew every single button to push and right now you wanted to push every single one of them until he got the hint that you were pissed.

 After a pit stop in your room to change into a bathing suit, you attempted to find Nikki to get the room switch over with, but she was already gone with a few others to tackle that endless list of activities. When you walked back outside you bumped right into Lewis. Clenching your jaw, you attempted to step around him, but he stepped in your path to stop you. After two attempts you sighed.

“Why are you giving me the silent treatment?”

 You glared at him then rolled your eyes continuing said silent treatment.

 “Come on kitten, you know these games are boring.”

 “Fuck you! You know what is boring, listening to you fuck your flavor of the month through the walls knowing I was on the other side of it. That—that’s boring and fucking childish.”

 You walked away not giving him the time to reply. You followed the path from the villa to the private beach practically stomping the entire way. Just before you got to where sand met stone Lewis slid in front of you. He didn’t speak though, he just stared you down. He was challenging you.

 “Also, why bring a flavor of the month that couldn’t suck a dick even if she had the first edition copy of the Kama Sutra? Pathetic.”

 You exaggeratedly rolled your eyes at him and pushed past him, clipping his shoulder intentionally. Instantly, you regretted the move. His shoulders were a lot broader than you remembered, and stronger too. A dull ache radiated in your shoulder from the aggressive contact, but you pushed forward. Before you got too far, you felt Lewis wrap his hand around your wrist and pull you back.

 You spun to him colliding into his defined chest. Your first reaction was annoyance and anger but at the feel of his impeccable abs and chest muscles pressing into the softness of your torso and breasts that anger cooled and made way for something else—something you weren’t prepared for, something you had to quash now.

 Lewis’ tongue darted across his lips ever so slowly pulling your attention and holding it for much longer than you wanted.

 “Were you listening in, kitten?”

 The look in his eyes was a teasing one of course but there was something else there. Something you hadn’t seen before. The look poked at you, goading you

 “Did you want me to listen in LewLew Boo?”

 His cocky smirk made an appearance before he leaned a little closer. His scent engulfed you. The sea salt and fragrant indigenous flowers around only enhanced it. The fire behind his honey kissed orbs burned into you. Neither of you spoke again. It was as if both of you were searching for something within the other’s eyes, something that would determine the next move.

 “Eh-Em!”

 Neither of you moved. Again, the sound came. You turned and found Justice standing there with a salty look on her face.

 “Am I interrupting?”

 You took a step back from Lewis but his hand on your waist remained. Glancing at him, you waited for him to release you. He didn’t though.

 “Is that why you want to change rooms?”

 He still hadn’t given any acknowledgement to Justice and his question only proved he wasn’t fazed she was standing there within earshot.

 “Maybe if I wasn’t next door, you’d be able to concentrate on the bad head. I mean—WAFF.”

 You saw the moment your snarky comment made impact. The bratty little monster inside of you snickered. You were in no way meek or mild. You always rose to the occasion. It was your fatal flaw. If he wanted to play mind games, you’d play mind fuck. Moving from his grasp you walked around him again leaving him standing there.

 The beach turned out to be just what the doctor ordered. The water, sand, drinks, and company really took your mind off of everything—book, editor, agent, your sleepless night and Lewis. When you weren’t sipping mixed drinks in your rocking lounger, you were enthralled in conversation with Daniel. Though you’d known him through Lewis for a while and knew he was a cool guy, you didn’t know very much else about him. You sat talking about everything under the sun constantly switching from topic to topic never once succumbing to boredom or uncomfortable silences. He was funny, intelligent, fun and actually pretty damn hot.

 Who would have known that underneath those racing jumpsuits laid a six pack God with curly hair and a killer smile? You openly checked him out and whenever you frolicked in the water you caught him openly returning the favor. It was all in the name of fun and carefreeness and by the time the sun was beginning to roll behind the waves you were thoroughly relaxed. You and Daniel walked back inside the villa laughing together still covered in the salt of the ocean.

 “You’re fun,” Daniel declared.

 “Of course I am. I’ve said it before I’m the life of the party around here. Anyone tells you different they’re full of shit.”

 He laughed again as you turned the corner and found everyone lounging in the large TV room.

 “There they are. My god. I felt like I was on Love Island waiting for my turn to accost Y/N away,” Gisella teased.

 “Shut up.”

 “You guys sure look cozy, like tonight will be interesting,” Nikki insinuated wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

 You rolled your eyes and perched on the arm of the couch nearest Gisella. “What’re we doing for dinner, I’m starving.”

 “Lew ordered a whole spread, they’re setting up now,” Mabdulle informed.

 “Cool. Then I’m gonna shower wash off this salt,” you said,

 “And other substances,” Gisella said with a wink.

 You knew what she was insinuating, and you didn’t want to give her fuel Especially since you could feel Lewis’ eyes on you taking special interest in the prospects of this conversation. You knew why. He and Daniel were friends and crossing that line with someone in his immediate friend circle was messy. He’d never once entertained anyone you mutually knew, never once even attempted to flirt either. It was an unspoken rule between you.

 “Thank you for a great beach day, Daniel.”

 He smiled widely and bowed his head like the perfect gentleman. “My pleasure.”

 You walked toward the room that was once Nikki’s and was now yours since you’d switched. Once you walked inside, the place you’d left your suitcases was taken by suitcases that weren’t yours. You knew they were Nikki’s. Attached to the top of one, you saw a note.

 Truce. I only booked this place for you because you were so upset you missed the first Africa trip. I saw the photo from the room you were in and knew instantly it would help you write. There’s no point to any of this if you switch. So, truce.

 After rolling your eyes, you read it a second time then sighed softly. If one thing was certain it was that Lewis could be infuriating. You were always going back and forth with annoying each other. There were times you both needed days to cool down from your verbal altercations. Your friends always joked that both your passion levels matched one another and would make for a good sex. You saw the flip side where it could lead to the very opposite. You always felt like you and Lewis’ relationship could go anywhere on the spectrum it just depended on the mood of the day.

 You walked back to the room you’d had last night and found your things neatly in the corner waiting for you. You had half a mind to immaturely stomp them back to Nikki’s room like a petulant child just to see if he’d leap up and drag them back, but you fought the impulse. Part of you believed he would definitely out petty you tonight. Shaking your head, you proceeded to get your things for that nice, hot shower you were looking forward to.

 By the time you made it back out to the tv room, you heard uproarious laughter coming from the dining area that was set up on the beach. The breeze was soft, and it carried the scent of the delicious food you were more than ready to stuff your face with. Lewis was the first to see you. his eyes drank you in, slowly roaming over your body like were a classic painting and he was the appraiser determined to pinpoint your value. Your flesh heated from the intensity of his gaze making you slightly uncomfortable. The discomfort wasn’t from his eyes on you though, it was from the lack of expression to his face.

 You couldn’t read him at all and that was a first for you. Thanks to your years of friendship both as preteens and again as adults when you found each other again, you could read him easier than others. You often communicated nonverbally. He’d give you a look and you’d return it having a conversation and formulating a plan in under a minute. Now, you couldn’t get anything. When you got to the table, it was Daniel who pulled your chair out though it was on the opposite side of the table from him. Lewis watched the whole thing happen and when Daniel leaned down to whisper how beautiful you looked, you knew Lewis saw it too.

 Dinner was slightly tense but uneventful. Drinks flowed and the food kept everyone mostly focused there. Everyone was broken off into mini conversations that combined every once in a while. Once dinner was over, Gisella, and Nikki took lead bringing you all to a circular fire pit that was quite impressive. On the large stone table there were at least fifteen bottles of alcohol waiting. Everyone spoke at once, clearly shocked.

 “Who’s drinking all of this?”

 “Please, we know you can guzzle it all, Miles!”

 You snorted. Every time he was called out, he always made such an exaggerated face like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

 “What is all this?”

 You took a seat and instantly reached for one of the white wine bottles to pour yourself a glass.

 “We knew it would be you taking the first glass,” Miles called out.

 You raised your glass that was filled to the brim at him and took a hearty sip. Wine was your friend, and no one could tear you apart.

 “Cassie, Robin, Nikki and I thought it was a good time to increase our fun.

 “How?”

 Cassie stood with a wide smile on her face, “Truth or Dare.”

 Everyone exclaimed all at once. Some groaned in annoyance, some clapped and cheered, and others just laughed. You rolled your eyes and kept nursing your drink. You weren’t surprised. It seemed when grown ass adults got together truth or dare was the only obvious choice. Slowly, everyone quieted down, but no one protested. A few eyes fells to you but you ignored them and refilled your now empty glass.

 “All right, the life of the party is down,” Mabdulle confirmed.

 “What are the rules?”

 Nikki snorted at Lewis’ question.

 “Simple, anything goes. We’re all grown ass adults. Do you boo.”

Oh boy you thought taking a mouthful of the sweet wine. You knew it was going to creep up on you in a few—it always did. You hadn’t decided if you cared or not yet. Robin was the one to start things off directing her first question to Mabdulle. He of course picked truth.

 “Is it true that you love me more than your boys?”

 They all made a buzzer sound as if they knew Mabdulle was going to shut that down.

 “Hell yeah, it’s true. I love my baby, fuck these fools.”

 Once he said it Lewis, Daniel, Miles and Andrew all looked shocked as Mabdulle kissed on Robin who gave his friends a cocky grin.

 “That’s fucked up. It’s like that?”

 “Fool you ain’t fuckin me and suckin my dick.”

 They all lost it then protesting his choice of words. You knew that if the choice came down to it, Mabdulle would have a hard ass time choosing between his boys since back in the day and Robin. He’d probably try to pick them all. He was that much of a sweetheart.

 “All right this one’s for Lew, truth or dare?”

 He looked half bored. “Truth.”

 “How many times this season did you want to rock Vansteppan’s shit?

 Everyone busted out laughing then, even Daniel who always tried to be diplomatic. Lewis smirked and took a sip from his glass of dark liquor.

 “More times than he could handle.”

 You smirked on the rim of your glass because you’d come close to running onto the track and straight up drop kicking him once he’d gotten out his car. Lewis had to stop you several times.

 “Yo, Y/N came so close. I swear when she slipped away without no one knowing that one time I heard those Kill Bill alarms and knew shit was bout to go down,” Miles recounted.

 “Yeees. One minute she was there, the next she was halfway across the room,” Lewis’ best friend Daniel piped up.

 “If I had been two seconds slower, she would have broken his jaw,” Lewis added.

 “In the words of 50, if you got a glass jaw you should watch your mouth cause I’ll break your face,” you said.

 Everyone laughed loud again as you shrugged. They thought you were kidding. You weren’t. From the look on Lewis’ face, he also knew you were bout it, bout it.

 “Like he has no reason to be so confidant looking like a whole blind mole rat. Uggh so unattractive,” you ranted.

 “So, you don’t think he’s attractive?”

 “Fuck no. He’s as attractive as a tree with peeling bark and dripping sap,” you said rolling your eyes.

 They continued to laugh. “Fuck that, he’s as attractive as Candyman,” you added.

 “Hol up, Candyman? Which one cause you definitely not talking about Yahya’s fine ass,” Gisella said.

 “Oh hell no, not Yahya’s fine and hung ass,” you agreed.

 All the ladies squealed and laughed knowing just what you meant and wholeheartedly agreeing. The game continued and slowly you found yourself unwinding and getting real loose. When the warmup round of truths passed the dares got interesting. Nikki got the first raunchy dare to run around the pit in her underwear and in true Nikki fashion she did not disappoint. The dares just kept rolling one after the other at that point. However, when it came to your turn you switched it up.

 “Truth.”

 Everyone groaned and rolled their eyes as if fed up with you.

 “It’s all good. I got her,” Miles began smiling like he was about to fuck your whole world up. He rubbed his hands together and you were sure he was sure he was about to drop the best mixtape in history.

 “Out of anal, public sex and a threesome which would you say hard pass to?”

 There were a few snorts and gasps around the group, but you rolled your eyes because he thought this was really going to be uncomfortable for you.

 “None of the above.”

 No one spoke for several moments. They kept their widened eyes on you seemingly waiting for you to clarify or continue.

 “Moving on,” you added.

 “Uh—no!”

 “What do you mean none?”

 You looked around the group, skimming your eyes past Lewis who wasn’t even looking at you. His eyes were planted across the way.

 “I said what I said and meant what I said and none of you need clarification on what I said because it’s nonya!”

 They really lost their shit then, but you didn’t care. You proceeded to ask Justice to choose, and delight hit you when she chose dare. You were about to show you were the pettiest of all in the land. You hurried into the villa and came back with a banana then handed it to her.

 “For the next two minutes, show us your technique.”

 She looked shocked then as she hesitated with the banana in hand.

 “What?”

 “We’re all consenting adults secure in our abilities or—short comings. I dare you to show us your technique and we’ll rate you.”

 “Why you so interested? Tryna pick up some tips, Y/N?”

 Your eyebrow shot up fully getting her hidden meaning and catching the bitch in her tone. You didn’t doubt that once you’d walked away from Lewis earlier that she’d badgered him over what you were talking about and why he’d held on to you so long. You didn’t doubt that the green monster was attacking her now. It was common with anyone he brought around the friend group. Nikki’s theory was that they all picked up on something that no one wanted to acknowledge, and it made them territorial.

 You cocked your head to the side, “Tips? Nah, I’m good, but you did agree to this game, and you did choose dare. You can refuse and take your punishment. Choice is yours.

 You watched the uncertainty on her face but the glare of hate she sent your way shocked you. You’d done nothing to this girl.

 “Okay.”

 Justice peeled the banana, which slightly looked to be in the eight-to-nine-inch range, then she paused taking a breath.

 “We won’t judge you girl. Pretend it’s Lewis’,” Gisella encouraged making most around the circle snort.

 You on the other hand, hid your amusement behind your glass. Justice began by raking her front teeth over the tip leaving indentations in the flesh of the banana. All the men sucked in a hiss of pain with some of them crossing their legs. That didn’t stop her though, she then clumsily swirled her tongue around the tip of the banana and down a few inches until she awkwardly wrapped her lips around it. When the imprint of the banana pressed against her cheek a few grumbles erupted through the group. You peeped around fighting the confusion in you. Everyone looked to either be just as confused or bored.

 Before you looked back at her, your eyes met Lewis’. He was watching you like you were the show instead of his chosen flavor of the month. By the look on his face, you knew you’d done this on purpose. He didn’t look bothered though, he looked amused by your pettiness. You looked back Justice in time to see her accidentally bite off a piece of the banana.

 “Oops.”

 “And time,” Andrew shouted avoiding her eyes.

 “It’s weird to do that to a banana so take that into consideration,” Justice defended.

 Everyone exchanged looks trying to gauge who was going to deliver the critique. Little did they know, you weren’t done with your pettiness.

 “I think the best person to deliver the critique consensus is Lewis,” you said.

 “And I oop,” Cassie said just as she took a few gulps from her glass.

 “Me?”

 “Yep. I mean you’d know all about her technique. Right?”

 He stared you down challenging you. It was a challenge you didn’t back down from.

 “I agree,” Nikki said.

 Lewis emptied his glass then spoke, “Out of ten let’s say—a five.”

 Justice gasped, clearly offended.

 “A five? Lewis!”

 “It’s all good. It’s a banana as you said. A cock isn’t a banana.”

 You snorted and averted your eyes when you felt them both look at you.

 “Maybe you should show us how it’s done,” Lewis suggested.

 All eyes landed on you, but you didn’t entertain it. “Not my turn.”

 “Conveniently,” Lewis muttered as he refilled his glass.

 The dares continued and it was like your dare set everything that was raunchy and nasty off. Miles and Gisella ended up exchanging lap dances, Nikki ended up showing off her best twerk which began a twerking competition between her and Justice which surprisingly ended in a tie. The girl couldn’t suck a dick, but she could shake her ass, maybe that was what kept Lewis around. With Daniel’s turn he ended up having to take a tequila shot off of you. Rather than putting the salt on your hand Nikki opted putting it right at the crook of your neck, one of your most sensitive spots. When she did her reasoning became clear.

 “No man friend or not likes to see the woman he wants being licked by another man,” she whispered winking at you then Gisella.

 These two were trying to set your ass up and were playing with fire. Daniel looked sheepish as he approached you with the doubt shot of tequila in his hand. his eyes asked the question his lips hadn’t. You smiled and angled your neck giving him access. With the way your neck was angled you were able to look directly at Lewis. The scene had his undivided attention. Daniel knocked back his drink and lowered his lips to your neck. The tip of his tongue slowly trailed along the salt path and the suddenness made you bite your bottom lip. When the thick pad of his tongue came into play, he sucked, and you had to pinch your lips to conceal the small moan. Lewis’ jaw clenched as he looked away. Daniel bowed his gratitude to you then sat back down.

 “Y/N, truth or dare?”

 “Truth.”

 “Again!”

 “What does it matter? My god, are y’all trying set me up or something?!”

 “For someone who is the life of the party you sure are boring tonight,” Lewis challenged.

 You smirked. “Fine. Dare.”

 “Pull up your last sexy thirst trap selfie and pass it around for everyone to see.”

 You immediately began laughing. “So sorry, I don’t take thirst traps.”

 “Liar!”

 “Really Gisella. Gonna shout me out and everything!?”

 “I’m sorry boo, we all know that’s a lie. Everyone here has read your books; we know what goes on in your head.”

 You busted out laughing. “Fine.”

 Pulling out your phone you scrolled through your gallery and easily found the picture but hesitated when you realized how revealing it was. You then scrolled past it in search of another.

 “I’ll do it,” Robin said coming over to you and taking your phone. You groaned.

 “Damn, Y/N. You were gonna pass this weren’t you?”

 You pinched your lips and looked away.

 “If you’re not comfortable I’ll find a different one.”

 You loved Robin. “This is why I’ll forever love you Robin, but it’s cool. Give the vultures what they want.”

 Robin snorted then handed it to Nikki who was beside you. She smiled widely then gave you her thumbs up of approval before she passed it to Daniel beside her. His eyebrows shot up then his Adams apple bobbed making Nikki snicker. He passed it along to Justice who rolled her eyes and passed it to Lewis. When he looked at it, his head cocked to the right, then the left. Justice must have expected him to barely look at it before he passed it on but after a while fifteen seconds, he was still staring at it.

 “Ehhh-emmm!”

 All eyes went to Justice who crossed her arms and stared at Lewis. Though his expression gave nothing away the fact he was still looking sent your stomach into your throat. When he passed it on, he guzzled the rest of his drink. Of course, when it got to Miles, he had to make a huge commotion.

 “Damn, Y/N. There’s a thirst trap and then there’s this. Bruv, this is risk it all material.”

 Everyone laughed and told him to shut up. It was something everyone often said to him. A few more rounds and it was Lewis’ turn.

 “Dare.”

 “Grab a marker and draw a tattoo of your choice on Y/N’s ass.”

 Your jaw dropped at Miles’ dare.

 “Wait what? Why me?”

 He shrugged. “First person I thought of.”

 “You ass!”

 “No, your ass,” he countered with a wide grin.

 Lewis stood and grabbed the black sharpie on the table and walked over to you.

 “You expect me to what show you all my ass cheek?”

 “We’ve seen it before,” Andrew blasted.

 “If you’re so shy then to inside,” Mabdulle suggested.

 No one spoke up, no one even attempted to get you out of this. Resigning yourself to your fate, you pouted and stomped your way to the villa. A few moments later, Lewis came in behind you. his eyes were glossed over, facial features relaxed and a comfortable vibe emitting from him.

 “Bend over for me, kitten.”

 Five little words and your panties were soaked. What the fuck is this? When you didn’t comply or speak, he licked his lips, and your mouth went dry. What is life right now?

 “Want me on my knees instead?”

 A visual of him on his knees behind you with his mouth on you had you staggering back into the wall. Lewis cocked his head to the side and studied you.

“What am I seeing right now? Fear? Or is it something else maybe--.”

 Before he could continue, you turned away from him and bit your bottom lip. If he continued looking, he’d see right through you. His steps were slow as he approached you. He didn’t touch you though and the longer he didn’t the more the puddle between your legs increased. Soon you knew you’d begin dripping onto your thigh.

 “Poke that ass out for me, kitten.”

 Obeying, you bent low enough that he could get enough access. Your cheek pressed against the cold wall offering you some cool to alleviate the heat you were now engulfed in. Lewis slowly moved the gauze like material of your dress using the high thigh slits as his opening to gather the material just at the top of your ass. You heard him suck in a breath as he hesitated. A long moment passed where neither of you spoke or moved, you just remained suspended in uncertainty and a weird mixture of arousal and confusion.

 “I should mark you so everyone knows what you are. A petty petty brat.”

 “Takes one to know one.”

 He scoffed, “Naw, I have something better. I’m gonna put the only thing you should ever have on you.”

 You felt the press of the marker against your skin and Lewis’ hand right atop the spot he was writing on. You tried to focus on what he was writing but the knowledge he had his hand on your bare ass was sending you over the edge and you needed to concentrate so you didn’t cum right then and there and give yourself away. This was not what friends were for.

 As soon as he started, he stopped. “All done.”

 “What is it?”

 “Go look,” he replied with a wink before he walked back out. You walked to the nearest bathroom ignoring the slickness between your legs then turned your back to the full-length mirror. As clear as day and easily read was his name across your ass cheek. His words echoed in your head.

 “I’m gonna put the only thing you should ever have on you.”

 Lord have mercy, you thought as you slouched over trying to compose yourself. When you went back out to everyone their eyes followed you as you tried to play everything off.

 “What’s the tattoo?”

 “Doesn’t matter. Whose turn?”

 Everyone looked around at each other silently speaking because Lewis’ best friend Daniel spoke. “Y/N truth or dare?”

 “Dare.”

 “Leave the room. We’re all going to pour a shot. When you come back, choose one. Whosever shot you choose you have to try to turn them on in 2 minutes. You win if the other person laughs or taps out first, you lose if you laugh or tap out first. If you lose, you have to sit on that person’s lap for the rest of the round until it’s your turn again.”

 “Well damn Daniel.

 “My baby is good at everything he does,” Cassie said while kissing on him.

 Without a word you walked inside the villa and grabbed a bottle of water hoping to flush some of the alcohol in your system. That had to be the reason you were behaving so out of character. As you waited, you couldn’t stop thinking about what Lewis said and the fact you now wore his name in sharpie on your ass. It would be there for at least a few days which meant for the next few days you’d be stuck with this memory unable to tuck it away into the box of never to be touched again things.

 “Y/N!”

 You took a few breathes then walked back out. On the stone table there were twelve drinks laid out for you.

 “Choose your destiny!”

 You snorted and surveyed your options. There was no way for you to guess who’d poured what, so it made no sense to carefully go through them and assess the options. Without thought, you reached for the one that was the most out of character choice for you, the clear glass that smelled like lemons. As soon as you knocked it back, you tasted the lemon and the harsh burn of Vodka.

 “Eeck!”

 “Vodka, I hate vodka and lemons. Who did this?”

 All eyes turned to Lewis who looked amused as hell.

 “Why’d you pick something you hated?”

 “It be your own people,” you began making everyone laugh around you. “Why, Brutus?”

 Lewis smirked, “Strategy.”

 You took another shot to wash the taste out your mouth and moaned at the cherry flavor. “This is much better.”

 You groaned walking over to Lewis taking the seat on his left side which Cassie gave up for you.

 “Your two minutes start now.”

 “Wait, how am I supposed to turn him on?”

 “It’s easy for me,” Justice slid in.

 You snorted and looked at her. “Is it, are you sure?”

 She rolled her eyes again at you and you were two seconds away from smacking her.

 “You’re a grown ass woman. Tap into your writing skills, you got this,” Cassie said.

 You took another shot then sat back down. “Okay. Wait, do I have to speak so you hear?”

 “Nope.”

 You leaned into Lewis’ ear then whispered.

 “I’ve been a bad girl and I deserve a spanking.”

 Lewis reared back and looked at you with his eyebrows raised. After a few moments, he came back. You allowed your lip to brush against the shell of his ear and continued. “You should use that big hand and slap my ass until I’m whimpering and screaming your name begging you to make it better, make me wetter.”

 You heard he take in a harsh deep breath but didn’t know what it meant.

 “You asked me earlier if I want you on your knees and the answer is yes. I want you on your knees behind me with your hands spreading my ass, on your knees in front of me while I use your tongue. I want to use your face as my throne while you worship this pussy like the queen I am.”

 From your angle you saw him squeeze his knee while the other hand was balled tight.

 “Does that sound good? Do you want it as bad as I want it? Do you want to hear me say your name while I cum on your tongue? Do you daddy?”

 Lewis’ head began to move but that was where you lost your shit. You snorted and kneeled over laughing your ass off. It was the daddy that had put you in the ground. You were managing fairly well on the string you were hanging on, but that one word made it impossible to remain in character reciting the words of one of your characters in your previous book.

 “I’m sorry—I just—I can’t—oh my god. fuck!”

 “And Y/N loses,” Daniel announced.

 “How the fuck did you not laugh?”

 Lewis didn’t look amused at all. His jaw was tight, his eyes trained to the ground, his fists balled tighter than a newborn’s, and his shoulders tensed.

 “You okay?”

 He nodded but he still didn’t look at you.

 “Take your punishment.”

 You sighed then went to his right side and sat across his lap. The instant you sat you, felt it. He was as hard as granite. You sprang right back up snapping your head to him.

 “I’m just as fucking shocked as you,” he muttered.

 Lewis pulled you down back onto his lap holding you still. You weren’t on top of his length but you from your angle, you still felt it pressing against your hip. Your head immediately went bye-bye. Following the game was impossible because all you could think about was the fact that you’d just actually turned him on, you’re actually managed to do it. He was solid hard right now because of you and the way he was pressing against You was sending your head to one place—the gutter.

 Biting your bottom lip, you chanced a glance at him. His eyes were focused on something, but it wasn’t you or the game going on around you. His entire body was tense. Long gone was the man who was always at ease with you. The man who no matter what joke you ran with each other remained unphased. This was definitely not the same Lewis. As if sensing your thoughts, his eyes met yours and you remained locked in his gaze.

 You searched his eyes for an answer, or an explanation to this predicament. You were in uncharted waters, and you didn’t know how to act at all. His eyes dipped to your lips and the attention made you suck your bottom one in and in response he did the same. A swarm of butterflies took flight in your gut and your alarms went off.

 “This is bullshit Lewis!”

 Journey stood and stomped off leaving everyone to watch as she left. You stood and averted your eyes while stepping as far away from him as you could. Lewis sighed, then stood and followed where Journey walked. The rest of your friends whispered amongst themselves, each speculating what the problem was. You didn’t care, you had more than enough to think and speculate over.

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UNLUCKY: A STRANGER THINGS STORY (OC) - CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Chapter Eighteen: Run Around

Series Masterlist l OC Profile

Plot: Christine scours Hawkins for Hopper and El and ends up at the Byers’ house.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: PTSD

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September 8th, 1977 // Somewhere in Indiana

Thirteen spent the whole day running. Through forests, through fields, past lakes…She had no idea how far she was from Hawkins Lab, but it wasn’t until nightfall that she felt safe enough to slow down.

The world was brand new to Thirteen. She had never seen a bridge or a car speeding down the road. When she made it to an underpass, loud and echoing the sounds of vehicles, she covered her ears and put as much distance as she could between her and the new fear.

She found her way to the next forest, settling at the base of a fat oak tree. As little as she knew, Thirteen knew she couldn’t ask anybody for help. They might take her back to Papa or send her somewhere worse. It was better to take her chances in the woods.

It was when she caught her breath and felt the chilly fall air on her skin that she realized something: she was alone. For the first time in her life there were no nurses or orderlies outside her door. Papa wasn’t stalking the halls. Her brothers and sisters weren’t there. She was completely on her own.

And it terrified her.

Thirteen’s breath became stuck in her throat, her chest began to tingle. Her eyes filled with tears that overflowed down her cheeks. Was she dying? What was happening? She needed help. She needed somebody. Anybody.

But there was no one to call for.

Curling her knees to her chest, she buried her face in her dirty, stained hospital gown. She was all she had now. Her freedom had come at a price, and that price was loneliness.

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November 2nd, 1984 // Hawkins, Indiana

At some point in the night, my body had forced me to sleep. I’d passed out on the floor without so much as a pillow.

When I woke up, my neck was sore and my head throbbed. It was late in the morning, 11:00. Way later than I’d have hoped to be up. I hazily glanced around, surveying the chaos my panic attack had thrown the cabin into. Pictures had fallen from the walls, the furniture was rearranged and the boards Hopper had just put up were splintered. It had been a long time since I’d lost control of my powers when experiencing intense emotion.

I stumbled to her feet on shaky legs, moving to the bedroom door and pushing it open. Against all odds, I was hoping that El had come back in the middle of the night. But the room was still empty.

Opening the front door next, I checked for Hopper’s truck unsuccessfully. What could have kept him out all night, I wasn’t sure. It must have had to do with Will.

I slumped over at the kitchen table. If I was on my own again, I had to come up with a plan. I wasn’t living on the streets anymore. I had resources, a whole town of them, and I could each one. Starting with the people.

Quickly washing a granola bar down with a glass of orange juice, I determinedly set off.

The first logical place to check was the Byers’. When I pulled up to the house, Hopper’s truck wasn’t there, but it was still worth checking. I banged on the door, probably too loud, until Joyce came to the door.

“Christine!”

“Hi,” I tried to smile, “I-I’m sorry to just show up but is Hopper here? Has he been here at all?”

Joyce pulled me into the house, “He-he was here last night, yeah. But he didn’t come back.”

“Well, do you know where he-“

The state of the house stole my speech. Across every wall were scribbled drawings forming some sort of pattern. The whole place was covered.

Something about them scared me. Almost as if I’d seen them before.

“Mrs. Byers…” I paused, “What is this?”

“Kinda wondering the same thing.”

I hadn’t even noticed Bob Newby, Joyce’s boyfriend, Mike and Will standing in the living room.

“Hi,” I distractedly said.

“Joyce,” Bob reached for her, “Can we talk a second?”

Joyce reluctantly let go of me and left the room with Bob, leaving me and the boys.

“Does anyone want to fill me in?” I asked.

Mike and Will exchanged a hesitant look.

“Really?” I sighed, “We’re keeping secrets now?”

“It’s complicated,” Mike said, “This is what Will’s seeing.”

That was what was so familiar. The shades and patterns were similar to what I’d seen and felt in Will’s mind during his episode.

“The field?” I looked to Will.

Looking scared and exhausted, Will nodded. “Yeah.”

“What are they?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Mike said.

Joyce had called Hopper over plenty of times when it came to Will. He went to every appointment at the lab with them. But this was something far more sinister.

“Where was Hopper going last night? Mrs. Byers said he didn’t come back.”

“We don’t know,” Will answered, “But…”

“But what?”

“…I think he’s in trouble.”

“What trouble?” I asked.

“I-I don’t know,” Will looked agitated, “But he’s in danger.”

There were too many factors at play for anything else to go wrong. Hopper had to be safe because I didn’t know what I was going to do if he wasn’t.

Bob and Joyce’s voices carried down the hall.

“Yeah, that’s, uh,” Bob pointed to one of the drawings, “Sattler’s quarry. And if you just follow it naturally…”

Mike, Will and I followed as Bob led Joyce down to another section of drawings.

“It moves to the Eno River,” he pointed, “And there it is. That’s the Eno, do you see it?”

We didn’t.

“Okay, so the lines aren’t roads,” Bob continued, “But they act like roads. And they act like roads ‘cause when you follow ‘em, you’ll see…” we walked through the kitchen, “They don’t go over water. And that’s the giveaway. That’s the giveaway.”

Bob looked very pleased with himself for figuring it out. “Don’t you get it? It’s not a puzzle, it’s a map. It’s a map of Hawkins!”

Examining the drawings under the pretense that they were just that, the scribbles did start to look like a map.

“Right, Will?” Bob asked.

Will looked just as surprised as the rest of us, and equally apprehensive.

Mike tugged on my jacket and dragged me to the fridge, pointing to a specific drawing with a big red X across it.

“That’s where Hopper is.”

“O-okay, so where’s that?” I asked, starting to panic. If he’d been missing since last night and was in danger, how much time did we have?

“We don’t know,” he explained.

“Hey, Joyce,” I could hear Bob call, “Do you have a ruler? I think I can figure this out!”

Amidst all the revelation with Will and Hopper, I’d set aside the task of finding Eleven. As much as I wanted to stay, I couldn’t.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I took a deep breath, “I have to go.”

“Wait, what? Why?” Mike asked.

“It’s complicated. But Hopper needed me to do it,” I answered, not totally lying. “You guys work on this.”

I made my way out to the dining room, where Will, Joyce and Bob were still congregated.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I explained, stopping them as they inhaled to ask questions, “I-It’s complicated but Hopper’ll kill me if I don’t get it done. I’ll be back before dark.”

Joyce followed me out to the front door, “Christine-“

I paused in the doorframe, still hesitant to walk away. If there was anyone I could let my guard down with, it was her. We wore the same fear in our eyes.

“Promise me you’re gonna find him?” I whispered.

Joyce nodded, “Of course.”

Before finding the strength to abandon one search for the other, I wrapped my arms around Joyce, who was already there to hold me.

Outside, I took a moment to breathe before biking away. Hopper was in danger, Will’s episodes somehow tied into it, and those episodes tied into the Upside Down. I had hope that El could survive on her own, but Hopper had nothing at his disposal. If he was in trouble, he needed to fight like hell to stay alive…

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Two more hours of biking around town provided fruitless results. I biked from one end of Hawkins to the other. I scoured every alleyway downtown. I checked the hospital, the school, the stores, anywhere that El had heard me mention in the past year. I climbed Weathertop, the highest point in Hawkins and affectionately nicknamed by the boys.

She was nowhere.

Finally, I got the bright idea to check the Wheeler’s house. If there was anywhere El would run to, it would be the first place Mike had brought her.

When I pulled up, Dustin was storming away from the front door. “Dustin?”

“Christine,” he exclaimed, “You were my first choice.”

“What? Where’s-“

“Nancy and Mike aren’t here,” he cut me off and gestured to our bikes, “Follow me back to my house.”

“Wait, Dustin-”

A car pulled up behind us, probably the last one I wanted to see at the moment. Steve’s BMW.

He got out, too wrapped up in conversation with himself to notice Dustin and I off to the side.

“Steve,” Dustin walked straight up to him, “Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?”

Steve glanced at the roses in his hand, “No.”

It was then that we caught each other’s eye. We didn’t do more than register the other’s presence.

“Good,” Dustin grabbed the flowers and walked off.

“Hey,” Steve called, “What the hell? Hey!”

“Nancy isn’t home,” Dustin explained.

“Where is she?”

“Doesn’t matter. We have bigger problems than your love life,” Dustin walked up to Steve’s car and opened the passenger door. “Do you still have that bat?”

I couldn’t tell if Steve was playing or genuinely clueless, “Bat? What bat?”

“The one with the nails?”

“Why?”

“I’ll explain it on the way,” Dustin looked to me, “You didn’t lose your powers in the last twenty four hours, did you?”

“No, but I can’t help with whatever this is,” I argued.

“You said to call if there was ever a problem,” Dustin replied, “This is a problem.”

In the year that I’d been in Hawkins, the boys had never needed my help with more than a D&D campaign. If Dustin was finally asking, it had to be serious.

Steve and I glanced at one another, waiting for someone to give up answers they didn’t have.

“Now?” Steve asked as Dustin sat down in his car.

“Now!” He insisted.

The argument I wanted to make was invalid seeing as I couldn’t tell anyone anything about what I was doing. I had to trust I was being pulled away from my search for a really good reason.

Sparing a small glare at Steve, who didn’t look thrilled either, the two of us headed for the car.

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The first time he heard it he didn't even pay attention to the actual lyrics. He was in his car and the song just came on. It was loud and not his usual style but it was also catchy, so Steve decided to add it to a playlist.

The second time it came on he was cleaning his house and at this point he knew the melody so he was jumping around while vacuuming.

The third time it played he was laying on his floor close to a mental breakdown. This time he really listened. Every word poured through him and filled his mind. "Pretty in Pink" by Scene Queen usually just a song that was a little fun addition to his playlist, now breaking his heart and making him mad.

"Relatable" he murmured through his angry tears. And so it began. His little obsession with the singer. His little secret as he didn't actually feel comfortable sharing this one, even with Robin.

So, the second he saw she was playing in the city near him he jumped to buy the ticket.

"This is perfect, Robin is going away with Nance for the weekend, I don't even need to make an excuse to ditch them." he was talking to himself from excitement.

He spent the whole week, leading up to it, buzzing with nervousness and joy. It was his first time going to a gig alone, it wasn't his scene (xd) at all and he was a little petrified trying out a new style. He settled on wearing platforms black jeans and an oversized dark pink sweater. At last second threw in some earrings and a bit of pink shadow and strawberry lipgloss (he's favourite). It made him feel more confident to have a comfort item with him even if it was just a lip product.

Once he got to the venue and bought a drink (hey, you gotta do what you gotta do to relax) the man slowly made his way onto the floor.

It wasn't big and most of the people seemed really friendly. Their joined energy made him feel a bit lighter, or maybe it was the drink, either way the nerves floated away and he was left with pure euphoria of seeing his favourite artist.

Before the main event though came the support band. Corroded Coffin. It was the first he ever heard the name. Sounds about right for the amount of people dressed in black and chains.

Steve wasn't really paying attention to the band as they walked out. They set and tuned their instruments. Soon the first song started playing, The man glanced at the stage right as the lead singer came out. He's heart fluttered.

The man was beautiful. Tall, slim, a maine of big, curly, dark hair rested on top of his shoulders. He was dressed in a mesh crop top and tight, heart stoppingly tight, leather pants. The best thing - his pale skin was covered in tattoos. They were peaking out of his cropped top and through the mesh. Steve couldn't stop staring, mouth slightly open. If it keeps going that way he'll drool. It's like he just witnessed the 8th wonder of the world. Yes, he's aware of how corny that sounds.

Then the brown eyed (oh his brown brown eyes, Steve could drown in them) man was now singing. Screaming and singing. The tone of the metalheads voice wrapped him around as if a blanket was thrown over his heart.

"Shit" was all he could muster as he realised, he might have just fallen in love with a complete stranger. No it's a crush. It's just a crush on someone who doesn't know and won't ever know he existed. It didn't stop the blush that spread all over his face turning the cheeks almost burgundy.

When it was time for the actual reason he even got here in the first place to walk out the man couldn't stop thinking about the singer.

Ofcourse he was having fun, Scene Queen was doing amazing live. But the thoughts kept racing, kept imagining things that weren't supposed to be happening.

And then he felt it. The hot air of a breath on his ear and a whisper.

"Couldn't help noticing you staring at me, big boy"

Steve whipped his head around, the vocalist of Corroded Coffin waa standing near inches away from him, their bodies touching, a big grin spread across his face

"Hi, I'm Eddie" he said in his perfect dark voice.

Steve couldn't function. His breath hitched, the blush spread from cheeks down his neck.

"Get yourself together, for fucks sake" he thought.

"And you are?" said Eddie not moving away.

"hot, i mean uhmm, hmm, i-" the shorter man cleared his throat "I'm Steve" great job at least you said you name right.

"Hi, Hot Steve" and fuck. He was flirting, he was perfect and beautiful and tall and handsome and he was flirting with him.

"I, uh, wow" wow? wow??! but Eddie was laughing, and god, his laugh was like honey on an opened wound. The man looked at him again, leaning in.

"So Stevie~" if he doesn't stop singing his name, the nickname, which was super hot, Steve is gonna jump his bones right here, in the midst of a crowd "could i maybe buy you a drink?"

*idk how to write it so good old tv skip scene*

They got their drinks and were talking away, it felt like they've known each other for way longer. The conversation and the flirting were going smoothly until Eddie touched Steve's thigh and made him short circuit and spill the drink.

"Shit, sorry" he grabbed for a napkin to try and wipe the liquid off of the curly haired mans pants.

"It's okay, big boy" god damn it he's gonna drive him crazy with the nicknames.

"Sorry" stop apologizing, he said its okay "fuck i spilled some on myself too, okay wait I'm gonna be right back, don't go anywhere"

Steve excused himself and headed to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face to calm himself down and just then remembered "mascara. fuckkk" he looked in the mirror, great now he looks like a fucking panda, that's just amazing. As he started wiping it away he heard a knock on the door.

"Sorry, I'll be a second" he screamed in response.

"It's me- Eddie, you okay in there? You've been in here for good 10 minutes, you didn't drown, right?" god he kinda wish he did, he made a fool of himsef enough already.

"Y-yeah, I mean no, I mean I'm okay" he stuttered out.

"You sure I don't have to help you? .... give you cpr or anything?" the taller man chuckled. It made him giggle as he opened the door.

"I mean it, I'm okay" (trust me, i had to) he looked at the brown eyed man, he was so close, he blushed.

"You sure you don't need a mouth to mouth?" the vocalist whispered in the air between them. They were inches apart and Steve's blush was running down past his collar now, this is it.

"okay" he was so quiet and Eddie took that answer and pushed him into the bathroom locking the door after them and smacking their lips together.

The kiss started gentle on the rockstars part but Steve was hungry for it. He wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck and pushed them imposibly closer, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. The taller man smiled along his lips.

"Someone's eager" he snickered and Steve just whined and kissed him again tangling his hands into the curls of the other man's hair. That brought a moan out of his mouth which gave Stevie the perfect opportunity to slip in his tongue. As if a switch was flipped the older man grabbed his thigh and sat him on the counter. They stayed like this moans and whimpers until they couldn't breath anymore and the tension got too much. They pulled apart, forheads touching and brething deep and heavy.

"Fuck me" Steve sighed impressed more than asking but metalhead just smiled and responded

"Well if you're asking me this nicely" he leaned in again and kissed the younger man's nose, then mouth again then jaw and moved to suck on his neck.

"Ah, that's not exactly what I meant but I'm not complaining" Eddie pulled away at that which made Steve whine again, disappointed at the lack of contact.

"I can stop if you don't feel comfortable, just say the word and we can be out of here and back to drinking or not even talking if you want to, I don't wanna pressure you into anything" he was dead serious and it made Steve even more hot and bothered.

"That was the hottest thing you could've said, don't stop" and with that his lips were back in Eddie's.

Their hands were roaming and exploring each others bodies but it didn't feel like enough, they were grabbing at each other, pulling their shirts up as they rocked their hips together.

"Fuck, Eds" Steve moaned, and grabbed him stronger, climbing his body, he felt Eddie's dick twitch at that. "You like it when I call you Eds?" he giggled. The older man now awfully shy hid his face in the crook of Steve's neck.

"I think you know the answer to that, god what are you doing to me" they were picking up the pace, their breaths got heavier with each movement. Soon enough they were both at the edge of fucking in a public bar restroom, which isn't the best place for that kind of activity let's be honest here.

The dark blonde man pushed his hips harder into singers making his hand slip. A groan escaped his mouth.

"Not to sound like a virgin but if we keep on going I might just cream my pants, man. I'm so close." he panted and Steve just laughed pulling hik even closer.

"Do it" he whispered "for me?" and that was enough to push Eddie past his limit. "Stevie" he moaned right into his ear sending hot and cold shivers and pushing the younger man to arrive with him.

"Eds, you're amazing" Steve don't say anything stupid you've known each other for like an hour.

But that just made Eddie blush and kiss his neck

"You're breathtaking" the older man said and he squirmed at those words.

They cleaned themselves up and still blushing messes just kinda looked at each other awkwardly as if they didn't just make one another come in a public restroom at a show.

"You wanna come back to mine and watch some movie and order pizza?" to be honest it caught Steve off guard, he thought maybe a rockstar like Eddie would just get what he wanted and leave.

"I'd like that, yes" their fingers tangled with each other as they held hands. " I'd like that very much, Eds"

[amethystunarmed]

Okay I absolutely MUST know what 'Behold!' is.

Ooh! I was hoping someone would ask about that!

So 'Behold!' is a yet-to-be-named epic fantasy novel series that I am working on with @little-engineer-who-cant. The two of us wrote a novel together in like 8th grade and we recently reread to laugh about how... inexperienced we were, to say the least.

But we started talking and realized... we could fix it. Oh my god we could fix it, and it became a story about fae courts, the specialest boy to ever live being a tired 27-year-old barista, the most toxic polycule in all recorded history, and a changeling who was stolen in the nineties wanting to know all about what the Backstreet Boys are up too!

Have a snippet of my lovely characters from the Summer Court!

The moment Nightshade slits the Summer Queen's throat, he can feel the power flowing through him. It feels like the pounding of his feet as he runs through the desert dunes, constant, scalding, and unstable. He can feel it licking inside the confines of his rib cage, burning black stripes about the bone. It burns at him, at his magic, destroying what existed to create room for something new. He grits his teeth, clenching around the miniature sun that had begun to roost in his lungs.

“Wonderful work, now release the power to me!” Aziz says. Nightshade can barely hear them over the roaring swell of power in his ears. 

It is all encompassing, the power. Nightshade is struck by the thought that he could remake the world in his image, that he could sculpt mountains and burn through enemies and glass the very sands surrounding him.

It is terrible and he wants it out.

“Now!” Aziz shouts. Nightshade is certain it is supposed to be an order, but they are too desperate to be convincing. The roiling sandstorm in his head nearly blocks out all his vision, but he manages to focus on Aziz’s face. They look terrified.

Nightshade barely manages to stay upright as he reaches for Aziz. They catch him, holding him up beneath his armpits. “Nightshade?” They ask, sounding less scared. That is good, Nightshade thinks, though he can’t remember why. He presses his hands to Aziz’s cheeks. Their skin, once so brilliantly warm, feels like ice in his grasp.

“Take it!” he gasps, pulling together the ramshackle remains of his telepathy from the ashes. He links with Aziz, desperate and sloppy. Aziz hisses in pain as Nightshade barrels his way into their mind. He can see all of it, the way Nightshade had lit up with golden power, hair, skin, eyes all radiating light, heat, power. He can see Aziz’s despair when Nightshade didn’t respond, the utter certainty Nightshade was going to betray them and take the Court for himself. And, most powerful of all, he feels the deep, overwhelming desire, like nothing Nightshade has ever felt. He doesn’t know if he has ever felt an emotion as strongly as Aziz has, if he has ever wanted anything as badly as Aziz wants the power currently scorching its way through his veins.

The magic feels it too, the raw ambition that stands as a pillar in Aziz’s psyche. It is drawn to it, bubbling and bounding around it like an excited puppy. Nightshade gives it a choice, and the magic chooses its next host, running from his body, down his arms and into Aziz. His arms scream against the funneling magic, it’s too much, too much power in a confined space, he fears they will explode from his body, he needs more, more contact, more anything, he is burning, oh stars-

As you wish, he hears Aziz’s voice in his mind. And Aziz is kissing him, mouth and nose and chest pressing against him. They wrap their arms around his neck and run fingers through Nightshade’s hairand his body sings with relief. Magic lights up every point of contact as it soaks into Aziz’s skin and Nightshade can feel them growing warmer and warmer in his grip. The last trickles of the magic pour into Aziz and Nightshade’s own magic swirls back into his now empty vessel. He nearly sobs in relief as the cool shadows roll through him, and he easily feels the absolute triumph exuding from Aziz’s every pore, before he is shoved out of Aziz’s mind entirely. Nightshade opens his eyes and is awed by the sight before him.

Aziz is brilliant, radiating heat and light with the power of a thousand stars. It suits them, glittering through the scales on their cheeks. Their braids whip around from a self-made gale and Nightshade watches in horror as the gold beads melt from them, trickling into puddles on the floor. The curtains set alight, the food set out on the table chars to embers, but Nightshade feels nothing more than the comfortable warmth of lying in a sunbeam on a summer afternoon. 

Aziz opens their mouth and lets out a loud shaky sound. At first, Nightshade thinks they are sobbing. But a brilliant smile splits their face and Nightshade realizes they are laughing. They reach up, and press another gentler kiss to Nightshade’s lips. He unconsciously returns it, sinking into the comforting heat like a warm beverage on a cold night.

“You brilliant, beautiful creature,” Aziz breathes against his mouth, “I am going to give you everything you want.”

Nightshade can’t wait.

[thehappyscavenger]

Books Read in July 2023

This month was crazy. I can't believe I read 8 books. True they were also shorties but I started 2 really huge books as well and made headway into them. WTF.

The House of Skin by Karina Lickorish Quinn

This is a really short novella (about 60 pages) that is a haunting gothic piece. A London artist is adopted by this family of patrons who bring her to their mansion to work. More of a mood vibe than anything. Really liked it.

I Am A Strange Loop by Douglas Hofstadter

This was Hofstadter making a stab at human consciousness and trying to explain what makes humans different from machines. I'm not sure it works fully but the ideas are interesting. The first third has a lot of math explanations I found confusing tbh so that was a bit of a slog to get through but I enjoyed it overall.

My Stupid Intentions by Bernardo Zannoni

Something about books about anthropomorphic animals just get me every time. This is about the exceptional life of a beech marten and is just absolutely soul crushing and beautiful. Pitch perfect, loved it.

Once There Were Wolves by Charlotte McConaghy

This was recommended to me by someone as the best book they read all year and, while I liked it while I was reading it, upon reflection it really falls apart and I hated it.

Part of it is about the rewilding of wolves in Scotland and part of it is a murder mystery following the lead character, a twin, and her sister who was abused so thoroughly she stopped talking. I found the abuse narrative like... shockingly dumb. I mentioned this on a book discussion forum I frequent and they mentioned lots of other books about the Scottish rewilding so I'm excited for that!

Fruit by Brian Francis

So I first heard of this when it came out around 2004 and it sounded interesting but it took me this long to read it! 19 years till I carved out time for this book during which it's become something of a modern Canadian classic.

This is about a little 8th grader in Sarnia who is fat and is struggling with his friendship and sexuality. Just pitch perfect and funny and heartbreaking. Hard recommend.

Bluebeard's Castle by Anna Biller

I got this as an ARC. I like Biller as a filmmaker and I was wondering how her unique style would work as a novel since her dialogue is so weird.

Oddly as it turned out. I feel like a lot of people are either going to hate this or not get it but while it's a very modern book her style of outright stating themes and blaring plot in neon lights is very reminiscent of early gothic works. Like 1700s gothic morality stuff. By the end I was won over by this so worth a shot imo.

Promise by Christi Nogle

Black Mirror-esque stories of worlds set in the near future. Like all short story collections this was mixed but there was plenty to enjoy and it left a favourable impression overall.

Blackouts by Justin Torres

I can't even explain this book except to say it's pretty brilliant. Even though I read an ARC of this I think I'm going to buy it.

It's fictionalized history and reminded me a bit of Autobiography of X even though it's about real people. I loved it though. Highly recommend.

[rjsals]

Hi~ well could i ask for seoho and neck kisses if you want to? Thank you. Have a nice day/night.

hi! oh boy! neck kisses are my favourite thing and i could write entire essays on seoho's lips..

he'd wrap his arms around your waist from the back and gently push your hair out the way before pressing his lips against your neck. they'd feel warm and wet and a little chapped but he knows exactly where to go to make your skin tingle. if he has ulterior motives, he'd drag his tongue along the column of your neck, gently tugging at your earlobe before whispering something into your ear that wouldn't leave much room for imagination. all this while brushing a thumb along the hem of your jeans, barely touching the bare skin beneath your shirt.

he also loves marking you when you're making out and his preferred spots are your collarbone and neck (also: thighs, but that's a different story) bc they're the hardest to hide and he likes showing off to people how good he can make you feel. and because he adores the way your body responds when he drags his teeth along your neck and hums against the skin a little before trailing kisses down to your collarbones.

:) neck kisses can both be super hot and super calming so i'm a very big fan. combine that with the fact that seoho's lips should be considered the 8th world wonder and it could lead to some very fun times.

[anlxcqrd]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏!

sypnosis: suddenly making out with them/you in the middle of an argument.

contains: groping, spitting, fem!reader, unprotected sex, angry sex, swearing, p in v, oral, etc.

featuring: gojo, geto, sukuna and toji.

warning: sexual content is present in the following. read at your own risk!

GOJO SATORU

You're furious. Fumes coming out of your ears, face red in anger, your voice coming out in a very annoying pitch.

Satoru hates it.

He wants to hear your voice in a different pitch. One that doesn't give him a headache but does the opposite.

Bring him pleasure.

While you shout how careless and frustrating his actions are, he reached his boiling point and pushed you against the wall.

"Enough." His voice is dangerous, laced in venom. You were about to push him away when he smashes his lips onto yours, not even giving you a chance to mutter a single syllable.

He cups your clothed breasts, grinding his hips against yours making you forget about the whole thing. You wrap your arms around his neck and kissed him back. You moan when his hand snakes inside your pants and pressed his fingers against your clothed cunt.

"So wet." he muttered between kisses. "Shut up and hurry." You silently whine grinding against him harder. "Earlier you were telling me to fuck off and now.." he pauses pressing his fingers harder against your panties. "you're telling me to fuck you." He scoffs, a small grin starting to form on his lips as he pulls down your pants along with your lace panties.

"Please." You begged against his lips. He hums taking your request in consideration before pulling down his trousers. He kisses you again, lifting you up against him before slamming his cock inside you. You gasp and cling to him as he pistons in and out of you, balls slapping against your ass. "Hah—please..more faster!" You arch your back against the wall as he hits all the good spots in your tight cunt.

He writes his name on your clit and you drool in pleasure. He pounds into you relentlessly. He grips your hips tight, nails digging into your skin as he whimpers your name.

"Fuck—s'tight" he groans, burying his face onto the crook of your neck before nipping on your skin, leaving a few marks. His thrusts became sloppier and sloppier and with one last powerful thrust, he cums a riverbank in your pussy. Some even dripping down to the floor.

He pants and caresses your cheek. "You okay?" He asks and you nod, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before resting your head on his shoulder.

"I'm still not done with you yet. M'gonna make you scream my name. Got that?"

GETO SUGURU

Eyes glued to the floor, embarrassment and regret eating you alive, your boyfriend—not your mother or your father—but your boyfriend is scolding you.

Why you ask? You forgot to pick up the girls from school.

Really simple yet you failed.

How dissapointing.

You look up at him to meet his glare. And he sighs. "What am i gonna do with you.." he groans running his hand through his long hair and they fall back down beautifully. Before he could remind you again what the girl's schedule is, you cut him off with a kiss, but he fights you and rejects your kiss. "Baby, now's not the time to play around."

He says but as a very stubborn person, you ignore his protest and kissed him again. And again. Until those small pecks slowly took a heated turn and became a make out session.

And thats how you end up in your bedroom, on your knees sucking his cock for dear life and worshipping it like its the 8th wonder of the world. "Hngh—that's it baby yeahh" He groans as you bob your head up and down taking him deep in your mouth.

Your eyes welled up in tears as you suppress a gag. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face and wiped your tears. His breathing is heavy, his groans and moans are cut off. Your hands tenderly massaged his heavy balls and he almost cums. His hips move forward against your mouth.

Deeper and deeper. Almost bruising your uvula.

He moans your name as he bursts in your mouth, not being able to pull out. You swallow his cum and pant.

"Hah.."

"Got anything to say for yourself?" He raises a brow, looking down at you.

"I'm sorry for forgetting to pick up the girls." You wipe your lips.

"Uhuh"

"It was very immature of me."

"Uhuh"

"It'll never happen again. I promise."

He grips your chin making you look directly at him. "I'm giving you the whole night to make it up to me. And you're gonna buy the girls cupcakes tomorrow."

RYOMEN SUKUNA

You're used to getting scolded by your boyfriend. Usually he'd give you a 10 minute scolding but this time, it was taking more longer than usual, so you decided to pull out the big guns and interrupt his scolding with a small kiss.

"Tch stupid brat. That's not gonna change my mind." His frown goes deeper and you kiss him again. This time, deeper and sloppier.

So he decides to penetrate your tight pussy without any warning making you moan into the kiss. "Mmh s'kuna.." You whimper as he starts fucking you hard against the wall. His mouth breaks the kiss and latches his lips onto your neck, leaving purplish marks.

His pace goes faster and faster as he moves harder and harder before releasing his hot seed into your tight hole.

He puts you down before dragging you down with him on the bed. "You thought I was done with you? Humans are indeed stupid. Now, bend over."

FUSHIGURO TOJI

Uncleaned dishes on the sink, bottle of alcohol next to him, his kids haven't eaten yet. You are so fed up with his antics. But before you scold him, you make sure to cook food for his children and put them to sleep. You don't want them to hear you fighting.

"You are so childish! The fridge is empty! What were they eating!?" You shout at him. You were pretty aware that your neighbors could hear you. "I'm tired of always cleaning after your mes—!!"

He suddenly kisses you, preventing the words to come out of your mouth. He picks you up, moving to the kitchen, before bending you over the only clean counter in the house.

"I'll make it up to you, woman" He says grinding against your ass before spanking it hard. "Hey!" You exclaim. "Shh..stop talking, pretty girl." He whispers before pulling your panties down and entering your tight hole.

He groans as you clench around him. You arch your back, followed by a moan as he began to move. He grabs a fistful of your hair and makes you look at him. You kiss him, feeling his balls slapping against your ass.

"I'm close" you moan against the counter. He doesn't even say 'me too', he just cums inside you making you reach your climax as well.

He kisses your shoulder, murmuring apologies as he does so.

a/n: its a bit rushed so ignore the spelling/grammar errors! (I gtg somewhere so my bad if its trash)

[journaltoremember]

Tangled Threads of Time

I still remember every detail vividly. 

While some may argue about the concept of first love, mine struck when I was just 14, smack dab in the middle of my 8th grade year. It all began the moment I laid eyes on him—a visiting student from another school. He was tall, with a sharp nose and sun-kissed skin. Getting to know him seemed like an impossible task, but his name tag provided the key: Damar. 

With determination, I tracked down his messenger account and initiated conversation. After months of stealthy investigation, I finally mustered the courage to chat with him. Our first encounter was like a blind date, orchestrated in a mall far from my neighborhood. Yet, there he was, and there was I, sharing a moment that would become a milestone in my life—he stole my first kiss. Little did I know, it was also my first, and only, foray into the world of being a mistress. Honestly, at that age, I didn't fully grasp the gravity of the situation. We were just kids, navigating the complexities of our budding emotions.  

I don’t quite remember all the details of the date, but one conversation stands out vividly in my memory. As I gazed at his face, captivated by its beauty, I noticed something particularly striking about his eyes. "I like your eyes. There's something... It's sharp. And I like it," I mustered all the courage I had to convey my admiration. His smile, which remains etched in my mind even now, lit up his face. "I've heard that before. Thank you," he replied, a hint of pride evident in his expression. "I like your scent," he added. I couldn't help but smile in return. And that was it—nothing more. It wasn't the most romantic of dates, just two adolescents trying to navigate their burgeoning feelings, perhaps their desires. 

Shall I delve into the details of my first kiss? It wasn't profound, but it left an indelible mark on my heart. For the first time, I felt needed, desired, beautiful—or maybe not beautiful, perhaps even ugly. Yet, the touch, the teasing, the kiss—intense sensations that sent butterflies coursing through my body from lips to chest and settling in my stomach. It was a moment I'll never forget, a transformative experience from childhood to the innocence of teenage years. And it's a moment I'll cherish forever. 

As time flowed on, our communication dwindled, and I assumed we were destined to drift apart, never to cross paths again. But fate had other plans in store for us. Now, as I reminisce, I can't help but wonder: does he remember all the details as vividly as I do? 

*** 

Time passed, and I graduated from junior high school, eagerly anticipating the start of my senior high school adventure. However, one thing weighed heavily on my mind, even keeping me awake at night: Damar ended up at the same school as me. Was it merely coincidence? I couldn't help but wonder. 

Throughout my first year of senior high school, I chose to feign ignorance of his presence. I felt a sense of shame, unwilling to divulge the history between us to anyone. I kept it locked away, buried deep within the recesses of my heart. Every glimpse of him sent my heart racing, even from a distance. The mere thought of encountering him filled me with dread. I understood all too well the source of my anxiety; it stemmed from feelings of insecurity and inferiority, fueled by the belief that I wasn't attractive enough. Even to this day, I still perceive him as being out of my league.  

Life seemed to smile upon me as I entered my second year, gradually gaining confidence. I reminded myself that if there was nothing left between us, why should I feel ashamed or anxious? The discomfort of being around him slowly ebbed away. Yet, remnants of attraction lingered—a flutter in my stomach at the sight of his figure, his smile, his mannerisms. It was during this period that I finally found peace in myself and his presence, accepting him as a good friend. 

But a question nag at me now: why did he exhibit the same awkwardness as I did whenever we crossed paths? To be candid, I harbored no expectations. I never wished for him to view me as someone who once sparked his interest. Yet, there must be a reason for the awkwardness, a reason that I have yet to uncover or even attempt to seek out, even to this day. 

*** 

The encounters persisted. It wasn't quite a romantic relationship, yet it didn't feel entirely platonic either. I harbored strong feelings for him. We shared common interests, but it seemed we were both too complex as individuals to ever truly come together. I've often pondered why we never pursued a relationship. 

Upon graduating from high school, we went our separate ways to different universities. However, every now and then, we would cross paths and become intimate. I vividly recall one occasion where, after meeting him, my lips were visibly swollen. When my mother inquired about it, I could only muster, "Allergic, I guess," as an excuse. Could it be that despite the absence of flames, our desire burned so intensely? It always felt electrifying. I never broached the topic of 'us' with him, as if it somehow felt inappropriate. I just let it be, yet strangely, there was no weighty burden in doing so. 

Our conversations often revolved around our respective significant others. I remember him sharing details about his relationship with his stewardess girlfriend, how he was eager to marry at a young age while she hesitated. Naturally, I simplified the story, unable to recall every detail. I was there for him, or perhaps for myself. I shared my own tales, although they seem inconsequential now. But he listened attentively. I often assumed he was there more for himself than for me. 

Our intentions were always transparent—we both craved intimacies, and our paths always seemed to converge at just the right moments to fulfill those needs. Yet lately, a question has been nagging at me: why did I never truly give it a chance? How could a mere acquaintance provide the comfort I yearned for so desperately, especially when it was always him? 

*** 

Years have flown by, and we ceased our previous interactions. There was no formal agreement, just a mutual understanding of when to continue and when to stop. And so, we stopped. Occasionally, we would run into each other in town, by chance. It was our custom to behave as though there was nothing between us, as though we didn't share a common history. My feelings for him gradually shifted. Whereas before, I had looked up to him with admiration, now I felt nothing. He was simply an old friend, and it felt genuine. 

Then came the day when our meetings suddenly began to feel peculiar. They were nothing personal, merely casual encounters, or so I told myself. Yet, I felt a sense of doom looming over me. The sparks between us still lingered—his eyes, his subtle gestures, his zest for life all reminiscent of the first time we met. That awkwardness persisted, mingled with an odd sense of comfort. Indeed, it was comforting. However, it was also the first time I allowed myself to be completely open in front of him. I didn't try to be polite or guarded; I presented myself as an open book. It was liberating, yet frustrating at the same time. 

Perhaps I need closure of some sort. A simple conversation might suffice, I suppose. But I'm not sure if my need for it is pressing at the moment. Or perhaps I should simply let it fade away, allow it to be. Maybe it's time for me to stop now.