#i actually have no ideas on how they would meet

[malum-forev]

Eyes, They Never Lie

Summary: Sam and Bucky try to recruit (Y/N), Bucky's ex and a former Avenger who has left that life behind. But they realize her life has changed completely once they meet a her daughter with striking blue eyes.

Pairings: Bucky x Former!Avenger!Reader

“They want me to assemble a group,” Sam takes a long sip of his beer, thinking that it’ll do something to ease his mind. “The New Avengers.”

Bucky lets out a low whistle.

“I know.” Sam mutters. So far, it’s Captain America and the Falcon, but other than that, he’s completely lost. “Back when Steve was here, there was a place for us to go. We could aspire to one day go into the compound and train, but now, anyone who is willing to be part of the team is scattered all around the world.”

Bucky hasn’t said anything, not because he doesn’t know how to help his friend but because he’s so lost in his own journey. Running for congress sounded like a good idea, until he started dealing with the political world. So much bureaucracy, so many people wanting to fatten their wallets. And not enough actual helping.

“You got any ideas?” Sam asks, bringing him out of his mind.

But Bucky just hums, because the idea he does have is crazy.

“C’mon I know that being a silent watcher is your whole deal but I need some help over here. How the hell am I going to build a team from zero?”

Bucky finishes his drink, as if that’s going to help jumpstart his confidence. “Are you looking for fresh meat? Or do you got space for an old timer?”

Sam’s eyes widen. “I thought all your fighting days were behind you.”

“I want out,” Bucky loosens the tie on his neck. “I want to go out on the field again. Really help.”

Sam runs a hand down his face, there’s hesitation in the way he looks at Bucky. 

“Unless…” Bucky gulps. “Unless I’m not what you’re looking for.”

“No, no.” Sam places a hand on his shoulder. “I just need to tell you something before you say yes to this-“

“What is it?”

“I was-uh-“ Sam looks up at the screen above them, not wanting to look at his friend in the eye when he says it. “I was gonna ask her to join, too.”

“Oh,” Bucky can’t help but think back to when you were his, at least for a moment. Every time he thinks about being happy, you’re right there next to him. 

You were the first woman he was actually interested in. He spent years wasting time with thousands of women, letting them in his apartment but never into his heart. But your eyes reeled him in from the moment you started as an agent. Steve would always tease Bucky, saying he’d have to see you fall in love with someone else if he didn’t ask you out. 

Those were the best years of his life. No doubt.

Until you left. You retired, and wanted nothing to do with him. And all the love you had seemed to evaporate from one day to the next.

But Bucky? He was still waiting for you to come back. 

“I-I thought she disappeared, retired.” Bucky stutters at your memory. 

“I found out where she lives now. And I planned on talking her into the group.” Sam looks down at the beer in his hand.

“I’m in.” Bucky says, but he’ll never be sure if he accepted because he wanted out of the political world or if he wanted another glimpse of you. 

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“The house is supposed to be up the road.” Sam mutters, trying to find cel reception. But the two of them were so deep into the woods, it was almost impossible. 

Bucky had always imagined you’d end up like this. Off the grid, living off your land. But in the dream, the two of you would be together. He’d spend the day cutting wood and harvesting whatever you’d grown, and you’d be deep into a hobby, spending your nights recounting your wild life. 

They see an opening up the road, but as they come closer, their eyebrows knit together.

“This can’t be it.” Sam says under his breath.

A huge cabin, surrounded by pine trees, is the only thing around. There’s a big tree at the front of the cabin, with a tree house on one of its branches. A glittery pink bike on the lawn along with a replica of Mjolnir next to it.

Sam parks his truck and they both step out cautiously. Bucky looks around, wondering how the woman who used to scream at the sight of a spider could live here, all alone.

As they come closer to the front door, they hear rustling from the tree house.

Bucky nudges his friend’s shoulder. “There’s someone over here.” 

Sam’s head whips just enough to see a pair of binoculars looking at them from the wooden window. 

“Hello?” He calls out but there’s no answer.

“Do you live here?” Bucky asks, only to be slapped on the chest by his friend.

“You can’t ask that! It’s creepy!”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “How else am I supposed to get an answer if I don’t ask a question?” 

But there's no response from the person inside the tree house. Instead, there's clanking and banging and before they even realize it, there's a little girl pointing a bow and arrow directly at them.

"State your name! Now!" She tries to look menacing but her outfit is too much for the two men to handle. Sky blue rain boots with a purple tutu, a Def Leppard t-shirt and heart shaped sunglasses.

"Oh my god." Sam immediately melts. "Aren't you the cutest little thing I've ever seen."

But the little girl doesn't fall for the Captain's words, she points the arrow directly at Sam. "Don't make me repeat my question, I know how to use this."

"Do you live with an adult? Your aunt, maybe?" Bucky's throat dries up as he asks the question. He knew you had siblings before you went into the crazy line of work that were the Avengers, and he begged that the little girl before him was theirs.

Bucky spent hours thinking about you on the way here. He'd been dreaming of seeing you again, thinking of what must have changed and what stayed the same. But he never thought there was a possibility you had moved on.

"Is your-" Bucky clears his throat. "Is your dad home?"

Sam eyes his partner. "Smooth."

The little girl walks backwards until her back bumps into the cabin's front door. "I'll call my daddy."

Bucky's heart stops. After years, he was still thinking of you whenever his eyes closed, and you, you were completely over him. Started a family with someone else.

"I'm sorry, Buck." Sam pats his back, immediately noticing the shift in his friend's eyes.

"S'okay." Bucky mutters, grinding his combat boot into the ground. "I'm not here for her, I'm here to assemble the team."

"I know, but-"

"I said I'm fine." Bucky snaps, running a hand through his shorter hair.

You'd begged him, for years, to cut his hair.

"I love your long hair," you'd once murmured against his lips. "But I also love how you looked during the Howling Commandos era."

"Era? You're making me sound more old than I am." Bucky smiled against your lips.

"I'm just saying, you could shorten it." Whenever you looked into his eyes, it made him feel like he was the only thing in the world.

"I thought you liked pulling my hair." Bucky flipped you on the bed, taking in your bubbling laughter.

The creaking sound of the cabin door brought him back to now. Bucky sucks in air, preparing to meet the man who is apparently so incredible that you decided to drop everything to be with him.

He has to be at last six feet. Well I'm 6 foot 1, on a good day. Bucky responds to his own thoughts. And he must be jacked. Not as jacked as me, I'm the fucking Winter Soldier for fucks sake! He must love her. Well I, I've loved her every day since I met her.

It feels like it takes hours for this mystery man to come out. The door opens slowly, only to reveal... You.

Bucky's knees buckle as your eyes meet his. You hadn't changed a lick, and if he didn't know better, he'd think that you were still his. Bucky's hands ball into fists at his side, needing a physical reminder to not reach out and hold you. Beg for your kisses. Tell you he doesn't care that you left, just as long as you take him back.

"Sam? Bucky?" Your voice trembles. "What are you doing here? How did you find me?"

The little girl pokes her head from behind your legs. "Mommy!"

"Mommy?" Sam and Bucky shriek at the same time.

"Attack them! Take them down!" Your daughter laughs.

"Young lady!" You scold.

But the little girl interrupts you, raising a chubby hand to stop your words. "I've already told you my name is Tashi Romanoff."

"Tashi, please, go upstairs and play. I need to talk to them for a moment. In private." You enunciate your last two words, knowing they were her least favorite words in the world.

"Fine," she huffs, turning on her heels. But not before taking off her rain boots and heart shaped sunglasses to reveal a pair of striking eyes. Clear blue with a steel ring surrounding her iris. Bucky's brows furrow as he catches a glimpse of Tashi's eyes, almost the same exact shade as the one he sports.

"W-wai-She's-" Bucky stutters out, not being able to comprehend what just happened.

"Tashi, huh?" Sam raises his eyebrows.

"Yeah, she’s going through a phase where she refuses to be called by her name," you close the door behind you. "Auntie Nat came to visit us during the blip and she just latched on to her."

"W-was her dad blipped?" Bucky tries to act normal but his heart is beating out of his chest.

"Her dad isn't in the picture." You cross your arms. "She was a surprise."

"So-uh-so that means." Bucky points between him and the house. Not being able to get the words out. "There's no way that."

"She's not yours, Barnes." You roll your eyes at your ex boyfriend.

"But she-her eyes." He blinks.

"There are a lot of guys with blue eyes out there." You let out a light laugh. It was strangely easy for you to slip into how things were, teasing and sharing laughs was the base of your relationship with Bucky. But now, so much time has passed, and you're definitely not the same person you were back then.

"What are you guys doing here?" You look down at the floor as you ask the question.

"Someone out there has created a mind controlling substance that puts everyone in danger. And we need to stop him. We found his lab and we got some of the vials but we need your help taking him down." Sam says but you're shaking your head before he even has time to finish. "I want to form a group. The world needs us again."

"Look, Sam, I appreciate you going through all the trouble to find me but, as you can see, I have other priorities now." You look back into the house through the window to find your four year old daughter peeking through the window.

"But-" Bucky speaks up but you stop him.

"You guys can stay the night if you'd like," you say, looking at the darkening sky. "But I'm not going back. There's a reason I left that life."

Bucky bites his tongue to stop himself from asking you what that reason was.

"Thanks for letting us stay." Sam smiles as he passes the threshold of your home.

You never thought this day would come. Seeing your daughter run around your back yard with one of your best friends.

“She’s beautiful.” Bucky comes to stand next to you, but you only hum in agreement. Words seemingly disappeared from your mind the second his scent wafted closer to you. Sandalwood and fire, clean linens with a dash of something else. So masculine, so protective. So incredibly, Bucky. 

“How old is she?” He asks.

“Don’t do this to yourself.” You take a deep breath in, letting him coat your lungs. 

“I just want to know.” Bucky tries to act innocently. He dissects every trait he can tell comes from you, but the rest, they look awfully similar to him. Tashi’s nose has the same bump as his and her eyes crinkle just like Bucky’s when she smiles. 

“Faking was never your forte.” You smile. “She’s not your daughter Bucky.”

“Bucky.” He repeats his name like it hurts him to say. “You never used to call me that.” 

“Well, I used to call you baby but I wouldn’t want Tashi to start asking questions about who my other baby is.” 

Bucky lets out a laugh, it’s a low grumble that shakes his ribs. It’s been so long since he felt this peace. “I missed this,” he lets the words slip out.

“I missed this too.” You say, barely above a whisper, stopping yourself before you say that you missed him. But you did.

Every day since you left, you thought of Bucky. Of the way he used to hold you so tenderly and the kisses he gave you at night. Of how he said I love you and made it sound like the only words that existed.

But all those memories were of the past, your life before Tashi came in. And you should keep them like that.

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The moonlight is the only thing that illuminates Bucky as he wanders around the cabin. He didn't mean to lurk but he'd woken up from a nightmare.

Your home was different than he imagined. A lot more stuffed animals and toys and less trinkets from your past life. There were a couple of pictures here and there but they were mostly of Tashi and you.

"What are you doing up?" Bucky jumps up at the sound of her squeaky voice.

Tashi looks up at him with those goddamned eyes. They looked so much like his, it was concerning.

"I-I couldn't sleep." Bucky rubs the back of his neck.

"Do you have nightmares?" She asks so innocently. If only she knew the things he dreamed of. "I have them too."

"You do?" Bucky whispers, making her nod her little head.

"Mommy usually helps be back to sleep but I don't want to wake her up." Tashi brings a finger to her mouth, motioning for the Sergeant to keep quiet. "Don't tell her I woke up, promise?"

"Promise." Bucky brings out his pinky, wrapping it around her little finger. "I'll let you in on a little secret of mine."

Tashi's blue eyes widen, urging him to go on.

"You may not know about me but, there was a time your Mommy helped me with my nightmares." Bucky smiles at the memory.

"I know about you, silly goose." Tashi covers her giggles with her hand.

"You do?"

She nods, holding her hand out and taking him to her playroom. Sitting Bucky in an incredibly small chair. "You're the boy from my book!"

Tashi places in his hands a hand sewn felt book. The characters were a bit wonky but Bucky could immediately spot himself in the fabric.

"You're the boy with the heart of gold and the arm of steel." She says, proudly pointing to the book.

"The boy with the heart of gold and the arm of steel would save anyone, especially the people he loved," Bucky read his description on the book. "People around the world misjudged him, but that didn't stop him from being good. He proved them all wrong."

"You're my favorite character," Tashi smiles wide. "Don't tell Uncle Sam."

"Your secret is safe with me." Bucky lets out a watery smile, setting the book down on the floor. "How about you go up to your room and I can tell you a story about your mom."

"Really?" Tashi jumps up.

"Only if you promise to try and go to sleep again." Bucky raises his eyebrow, trying to appear strong but the little girl already had him wrapped around her finger.

"Under one condition," Tashi crosses her arms. "I can go outside and get my Natasha figurine."

Bucky bites down on his lip. "It's quite late to go outside."

"Please?" She pouts. "It'll only take a second."

God she looks so much like you.

"Fine." Bucky gives in. "But I'll be watching by the door, can't let you go outside all alone."

The super soldier walks behind the little girl, watching as she runs outside and sifts through the grass.

Bucky should have known something was wrong, he should have heard them lurking in the bushes. But he was too distracted by her, too distracted by the idea that this could have been his life. That in some multiverse, Tashi was his daughter and he could've retired next to the love of his life.

But he didn't. And it was too late once he realized what was happening.

Tens of agents dressed in black closed in on the cabin, running onto the property. Tashi was the first thing they grabbed.

He heard her yell out his name, but it happened in slow motion.

"No!" Bucky screamed, running towards the man who kidnapped her. "Let her go!"

Tashi's red splotched eyes was the last thing Bucky saw before they crammed her into a black van and left down the only road. His feet burned as he ran behind them, but not even Bucky was able to catch up to them.

Once he came back to the cabin, Sam and you were running around trying to understand what happened.

"I'm sorry." Bucky lets the tears run down his face. "I couldn't stop them."

You dropped to the floor with a sob.

Bucky's knees finally gave out. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry- We're going to get her back, I promise that I'll get her back."

Authors note: hi hiiii omg I went a little bit overboard with this one. It's been a looooong time since I wrote something this long. I hope y'all like it! Xx

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[riddlesrose]

the string of fate

w/ riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, & malleus in part one: meeting your soulmate.

“i learnt about this in school as a kid, but didn’t know it could… cross dimensions?”

most go their entire lives with little to no hope of finding their cosmically assigned second half, but there's always a chance.

you don’t see your string until you come into physical contact with your soulmate for the first time. a red string will tie itself on your left pinky, unable to ever be removed but it feels as if its never there. the featherlight tickle of the string always reminds you that you've found the one thing a lot of people would lay down their life for.

a.n; 7.6k words total ~ 1.1k each so buckle up for a long post

riddle never really thought much on the idea of a soulmate. his mother taught him that he’d have no need for one, to push the idea out of his head. but it stuck. it stuck to him in the back of his mind, that there was someone out there, and the slim chance he had to meet them kept his hope aflame. 

riddle and his crew of cards were some of the first people you actually met in the wonderland. you took him as some sort of rule enforcing, crazy man for the first few days until you realize he really just likes making sure everything stays in order. 

headmage crowley had sent you on a few back and forth missions for him recently, which always led you to the same heartslabyul dorm each time, specifically to riddle or trey if the housewarden was busy or unavailable. 

you rap your knuckle against the large front door and are instantly greeted by ace, who happens to look like he’s in a major rush. he greets you quickly, then speeds past you like he’s tardy for something. he probably is. 

you shrug and let yourself into the dorm building, “hello?” you voice echoes off the walls of the oddly empty halls. you take the chance to look around a little more closely than before, you notice there are signs pointing to many different directions on the same stem, but they all point to places leading to walls or doors. strange. 

there are many paintings hung on the tall, red wrapped walls. some are of animals, like flamingos and hedgehogs, others are of people. you notice there are a lot of one plump lady with a small yet tall crown upon her head. must be the queen of hearts. 

someone clears his throat behind you. “i see you’ve let yourself in.” you whirl around and are met with riddle’s stern look. not quite disapproving, but you can’t quite place the look he’s attempting to flatten you with. 

“well, ace technically let me in?” you gnaw on your bottom lip, realizing how stupid that sounds. 

“right. i see you were looking at the pictures on the walls, have any caught your attention?” the housewarden lifts an eyebrow, before scanning the nearby paintings and various pieces of decoration filling the hallway. 

you turn to the large portrait of who you assume is the queen of hearts, “yeah, this one.” you take in the details, her mouth is open as if she’s commanding the various card soldiers by her side. you notice they’re all a perfect match to a deck of cards. spade, diamond, heart, and clover soldiers march together in perfect unison at the queen’s orders. 

behind her is a large castle surrounded by tall shrubs in varying shapes resembling animals and many red rose bushes. something about this painting feels vaguely familiar. 

“ah, yes. that is actually my favourite painting in this hall– the main focus of it is the queen of hearts. she was a strict ruler who ruled over her land. she kept everything in order with her army of card soldiers who followed her loyally. i believe that is because if one of them was out of line, she declared immediate beheading.” riddle looks fondly up at the painting, as if reminiscing over someone lost. 

you step closer to the painting, almost close enough you could see the brushstrokes if you squint hard enough. “she kind of… looks like she would fit in here. i think she would like the roses.” 

“you’re not wrong.” you glance at riddle, catching the small smile he’s wearing as he stares up at the old painting. riddle wipes the smile away swiftly, turning to you. “so, prefect. if i may be so curious, what brings you here today?” 

“right! right, that. headmage crowley said…” you pause, “wait, what did he say.” you mumble, turning away slightly to think. “did he…? yes, he wanted me to relay a message. for… some reason.” 

“that message is?” 

“‘tell housewarden rosehearts that we are expecting a new delivery of riding gear by next week.’ ” you mock crowley's voice to the best of your abilities, turning back to riddle, then continuing. “there’s horses here?” 

“yes, there’s multiple. i’m in the equestrian club with some other students. i could show you some time if you are interested.” riddle’s smooth, almost uninterested voice gets a little softer when he goes on, “i dare say i have a favourite, she’s quite kind.” 

you hold out your hand, offering a promising handshake. “it’s a deal, housewarden rosehearts: you show me the horses sometime.”

the redhead cracks a small smile, “please, riddle is fine.” he takes your hand, “sometime it is-”

he stops mid phrase. small red glitters start emitting from your interlaced hands, falling but not quite hitting the floor. they disappear moments after they appear. the twinkling glitters capture the light coming from the nearby window, they shine bright before dying like an oxygenless fire. 

riddle’s breath hitches in his throat, frantic eyes meeting your equally blown ones. both of you want to rip your hands away, to go back five minutes ago, but neither moves. the glittering stops moments later. you’re the first to slowly peel your hand from riddle’s, breaking eye contact, you look down to your left hand. there sits a neatly tied bow, perfectly symmetrical, perfectly placed for all to see. 

riddle copies you, examining his own left hand. a matching red bow sits tied on his pinky. despite his mind screaming at him to leave, to ignore fate, he decides to test the waters of the universe. he gently grasps your left hand with his right, when you make no move to take back control, he slowly moves your hands together. 

a light tickle is felt as the string unwinds and begins reaching towards riddle, more specifically, towards his string, which is also unwinding and reaching for its second half. your heart is hammering against your ribs as you watch fate’s cruel display of affection. 

you’re sure riddle can share the sentiment of cruelty. you’ve known riddle for a total of less than a month, and hey, has anyone mentioned that you’re not from this universe? no? maybe they should. 

your breath comes out slow and ragged, words fail to form as you attempt to say something, anything, to who was just a friend minutes ago. 

“i-i think, i uh, hear grim calling. i need to go.” 

“uh, yes, yes. i will… be in touch about the horses. if you’re still interested.” riddle’s voice trails off as his confidence wavers with each word while he watches you leave. you look back over your shoulder to riddle, to your cosmic partner.

riddle has no need for a soulmate, right?

you have no idea what you’re going to do about this.

leona never really put his hopes in a soulmate. he knew after he graduated that he’d go back to the sunset savanna and be the second prince once again. though he often milked the ‘prince’ title, he loathed the idea of falling into line with actual princely duties, like getting married. there was a sliver of hope in leona’s mind that if he ever found his soulmate that there’d be a chance he’d get to have a say in his marriage. 

in the end, he’s as hopeful for that outcome as is a sea sponge is to grow legs and walk out of water. 

you blink away the drowsiness clouding your mind, professor trein might actually bore you to death if he’s not careful. though it’s only the first weeks of classes, half of his lectures are not sticking in your brain. some would say, in one ear and out the other. 

an elbow nudges you from your left side, it’s ace. “do you get any of this?” he whispers. 

“you’re asking the wrong person.” you narrow your eyes and blink hard this time. 

a moment passes where ace is beyond confused, then he realizes that in fact he is asking the wrong person for help here. he quickly twists in his seat to his opposite neighbour, deuce to ask him the same thing. deuce shakes his head. ace’s shoulders deflate, defeated. 

some more time passes before class is over, trein assigns some work, you, ace, and deuce groan in succession but were quickly leveled with a stare from trein. the three of you swiftly made for the exit. 

it’s only an hour later that you realize your bag was unzipped and wide open as you were complaining with the heartslabyul freshmen, meaning your history notebook was left somewhere in trein’s classroom. you bashfully rub at your neck while you explain to the duo why you have to suddenly ditch them, reassuring that you’ll be as quick as you can and they don’t need to come with. 

grim stares at you before ineffectively dismissing his hench-human with a huff and a flick of his paw. (you were going to go whether grim ‘allowed’ you to or not, you need that book.) 

your speed walking caught you some funny looks as you sped past students in the halls, you didn’t want to leave your friends hanging. gods this would be so much easier with magic. 

you reach the history classroom and the door is slightly ajar. you assume either the professor was still in there or it was purposefully left open. maybe he realized there was a forgotten notebook and thought you’d come back for it. it does have your name across the top in blue pen. 

the door squeals on its hinges as it opens slowly, you cringe at the sudden noise. it goes quiet as the door fully opens. no trein in sight, nor does his desk have an addition of your notebook. okay, maybe it’s still at your seat. 

the class is empty, thankfully. you don’t have to awkwardly squeeze through strangers looking for a white notebook. a lot of people have white notebooks, but only you have your name. you reach the desk you sat at today and… no book. oh.

“okay, where is it.” you sigh to no one as you fold your arms across your chest, trying to think of anyone who would steal a freshmen history notebook. while you’re thinking, a yawn catches your attention. wait, what?

“check the floor.” the yawn turns into a phrase, making you jump. 

“what the hell?” you look around, whipping your head from the left to the right, but ultimately seeing no one. after a minute of silence, from both you and the gruff voice, you inch your way around the desks, checking the row behind. you practically jump out of your skin when you’re met with leona kingscholar sprawled out across a row of seats. 

“that can not be comfortable.” you point out the obvious as the scare wears off. 

“it’s not.” leona agrees, “but it was quiet, and empty.” he cracks an eye, leaning his head up slightly to look at you upside down. he kind of looks like he’s scowling but it’s hard to tell. 

you take a second, somewhat taken aback at his jab to your presence. “right. well, sorry?” 

“apology accepted, now get out lest you disrupt me anymore.” okay, rude. you roll your eyes before taking his previous suggestion. you squat down and check the floor for your book and-

“aha!” the notebook somehow ended up in the row behind you, it must have slipped from your bag and slid backwards. you reach under the seat leona’s got his head on, but the sleeping prince catches your arm before you can grab the book. it stuns you for a moment before you recover, “what’s your deal?” you try and back your arm from his grip but he doesn’t let go.

“you. you’re the deal. you’re yellin’ beside my head.” embarrassment rushes to your face, you did triumphantly shout when you found the missing book, that much is true. 

“okay, i’m sorry. now please let me go.” leona releases your arm, opting to run a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his eyes as he sits up.

you scoop the notes off the ground, attempting to get out of leona’s bubble before you make enemies with the wrong person (i.e the second born prince of the sunset savanna). he reaches up and stretches his arms and back from probably the worst sleeping spot on school grounds, but something catches your attention. you suck in a breath, not wanting to make assumptions, and lift your left hand. 

there sits a perfectly tied red string, transparent yellow glitters still emanating from thin air. looking back up, leona has a matching patch of disappearing glitters that follow his stretch. scrambling to your feet, you drop the notebook you searched so diligently for and reach for leona’s arm as it falls. he opens his mouth to protest but snaps it shut at the panicked look in your eyes. he falters for a moment, hoping you explain before he asks.

the housewarden glances where you’re focused. a dainty red string is unwrapping itself from your finger and reaching towards… him? not a moment later, you’re walking as fast as your legs will take you without giving out, back to your friends who’ve hopefully not forgotten you were with them. you’ve a lot to think about. 

then again, so does leona. 

azul always humoured the idea of a soulmate. someone to always put up with him, to be by his side eternally. he’s caught himself once or twice drifting off to the idea of who it is, were they like him in any way? was it someone from the human world, the sea, or was he bound to never find this mysterious individual? azul found himself checking his pinky if he remembered. it was always bare. 

until the day it wasn’t. 

you absentmindedly kick a pebble into the slightly overgrown grass surrounding main street. large stone statues of the seven tower around the street, each with a plaque engraved with their names. something about them felt oddly comforting, like finding an old childhood toy buried deep in a box, but you couldn’t place why. 

suddenly, both your arms are taken by a matching pair of twins. one loops his arm around yours, the other lightly grabs onto your shoulder.

one second you’re shuffling around the statues of the seven, next you’re being dragged around by the freaky leech twin duo. floyd offers no explanation, jade simply says he knows what he’s doing. you’d hope so. you hope he’s got a real good explanation for abducting someone off the main street and hauling them to the mirror room, transporting them to the octavinelle dorm building. 

the sea theme catches your eye, the plants sway as if they really are underwater, and the air smells slightly salty. you take in the exterior design, how it all blends together and creates a homey feeling for the students. 

you breath in the air once again, “okay, now that we’re here, can either of you tell my why i’ve been kidnapped?” 

floyd begins cackling behind his hand, “shrimpy-napped!” air passes from your nose, ready to get annoyed with floyd before jade offers an explanation. 

“azul has requested you come visit him, this was the best way.” 

“no, it’s not? he could have come to talk to me like a normal person.” 

the octavinelle dorm opens, revealing the man of topic. “why be normal? besides, i am a very busy man, this was optimal.” optimal for you, you weren’t nabbed off the main street by a pair of eels. you close your eyes for a moment, mentally resetting. 

you realize jade and floyd are still hanging off your arms so you shake them off as azul now takes the lead, showing you to his office, where he claims is the best location to have a chat. you’re not sure what he wants from you, or why you’re actually here, but it better be good. 

azul sits, gesturing for you to take the seat across from his desk. the chair is simple, seemingly in pristine condition too. maybe it’s new. his desk, on the other hand, has definitely seen better days. there are knicks and scratches all around, marking up the beautiful detailing of the wood. you sit as you examine it.

azul clears his throat, stealing your attention from the chipped desk. “so, ramshackle prefect, are you one hundred percent sure you don’t know how you ended up here?” 

you groan as soon as the words leave his lips. this cannot be the reason he’s gotten you prefect-napped by his vice housewarden and his brother. you stand to leave, not wanting to play along with azul’s ridiculous play on your arrival. 

“wait- don’t go?” he sounds almost confused, as if he doesn’t know why you’d up and go. 

“oh come on, azul, this is like our second proper meeting and you hound me for showing up in twisted wonderland? i don’t know, okay?” you sit back down. 

he folds his hands on the desk in thought. he kisses his teeth before starting again, “alright, i’ll admit, that was low of me. how about this, i’ll offer a glimpse of my past in return for some of yours. i am very curious about you.” 

at least he admit to his wrongdoing, but why is he interested in you and your past? azul must be able to see the confusion and consideration in your face, he continues. “i cannot lie when i say i haven’t felt the same since you arrived.” his face instantly flushes, as does yours. that really sounded like some twisted love confession. 

“i-i mean there’s been this odd feeling i get when someone mentions your name, i can’t quite explain it.” 

“azul, stop while you’re ahead. you’re digging a deeper grave here.” he nods, flushed cheeks hidden behind gloved hands. 

for the next half an hour, the two of you ignore the odd confession azul accidentally spilled while you share childhood memories. it’s oddly intimate but comforting at the same time. 

sometime during an anecdote you lean your arms on the desk, fiddling with the nearest pen to keep your hands busy. a habit that azul shares. he’s flicking a pen back and forth absentmindedly while he recounts the first day he met the twins. 

azul lowers his hands, halting the pen's movements, and taps the top of your hand in a comforting attempt. “now, i hope i didn’t… make a… bad impression…” he trails off as quickly as he started. 

your eyes are glued to your balled fist where purple glitters begin emanating from thin air, materializing the fated red string. you instinctively flatten your hand to watch the string work its way around your finger. across from you, azul is equally as stunned as he almost rips his glove in attempts to remove it, watching as his own matching shimmer appears. 

you’re both stunned to silence. unsure of how to react, or what to say. until the boy across from you breaks the momentary silence, “i guess… i know why i was drawn… to you.” his voice is soft, almost scared as he speaks. 

“maybe it was a good thing i was ‘shrimpy-napped’ today.” you’re just as quiet, eyes glossy.

shrimpy-napped? you’ll have to explain that one to him later. you have nothing but time… azul hopes. 

kalim knows he can’t indulge the idea of a soulmate too much. he’s next in line to a wealthy family and carries an influential last name. despite knowing this, it’s always been a thought in his busy mind, knowing someone, somewhere is the missing piece to his mental puzzle. 

for the last week, something has been bothering kalim. neither he nor jamil can figure out what it is, he’s passing his classes (to his knowledge), he’s got a trustworthy vice housewarden and no one has tried to kill him for the past few months… kalim couldn’t put his finger on the reason his stomach felt like it was in knots. 

it got progressively worse over the week and he was afraid he was falling ill. a few tests later and he’s healthy as a horse. with a clean medical slate and nothing of real concern, the only thing kalim can do is plaster a smile on his face and go about his day, trying to ignore the sensation. 

the large door separating the lounge from the kitchen swings open with great force. “jamil, i can’t take it anymore! it feels like there’s something wrong with me!” 

“i believe i can assure you there’s nothing wrong with you, are you nervous about anything?” 

“no,” kalim sighs, dropping his head into his hands. it’s been a week of no answers, and the only time he felt any better was in his classes. maybe it was because his mind was occupied by other things, or… there’s another reason. 

you let your head fall back onto your pillow, looking over to grim. “well, weasel? am i dying, or am i dying.” the pads of grim’s paw feel across your forehead, not without shooting you a look over the nickname.

he retracts his paw, tucking it back by his side. “you feel fine? maybe you’re homesick?” grim offers a solution you hadn’t thought of. it wasn’t a non-possibility, you did get transported away from your homeland not two months ago. 

you check the phone you were given for the time, “grim, we’re going to be late!” you shoot up straight like a firework, snatching your school bag and blazer before scurrying out the door, grim hot on your trail. 

you know you’re not supposed to, but you take off running down the halls of NRC like you’re being chased. the last thing you need is to be late and get in trouble. you dodge other students who aren’t in the same rush you are, they’re probably in the right half of the school anyways. your class was on the opposite side of the school, up two flights of stairs. for someone with magic, this would be easy. no sweat. 

you’re in the middle of mentally complaining when you zone back in, you gasp as you almost bullrush the student in front of you, but his companion quickly pulls him aside. your hands just slightly brush up against one another as you pass him. without stopping, because if you do you’ll surely be extremely late, you glance over your shoulder and yell an apology. 

you catch sight of who you almost crashed into, and by the gods, you were almost dead. dead at the hands of jamil viper. you just about swept kalim al-asim straight off his feet and onto the ground, but thanks to jamil, you’re spared a swift demise. 

many halls and two flights of stairs later and you reach your class. thankfully, just as you step in the bells ring. as you take your seat, you realize you feel a lot better all of a sudden. 

a long, lazy hour later, the class finally ends. you’re freed from the grasps of boredom, but a pair of tan hands decked in golden jewellery find themselves on the top of your table, halting your attempt to leave peacefully. 

the scarabia housewarden beams as you stand, startled. how did he know what class you’re in? what is he doing here, and what does he need with you? 

a hundred questions blind you as kalim settles into the chair in front of your table. his beaming smile fell slightly into a smaller smile. you greet him, somewhat unsure of how you’re supposed to address him, as you know his title but haven’t really made friends with him yet. he dismisses it and asks to see your hands. 

your teeth find your lip, biting down lightly in curiosity. you untuck your hands from your pockets and present them towards kalim’s outstretched ones. a gasp falls from his lips when he catches sight of your hand. your left hand. 

you look down, unsure of the reason for his reaction. 

then you see it. a gasp falls from your lips this time as you bring your hand closer to your face; a little red string, tied perfectly into a bow sits on the base of your little finger. 

“when- who-... how!?” unfinished questions fall before you can think. you’ve met your soulmate without even knowing. this had to have happened today, but when? who was it? you only remember just about crashing into… kalim. 

your face falls in disbelief. without thinking, you reach towards his hand, where a matching bow sits. the closer you get, the less uniform the bows become. when they’re within a few inches they begin to unravel and wrap around the other, like a vine conjoining in the middle of a wall. 

kalim silently watches the spectacle in front of him, amazed. never in a hundred years did he think he’d ever be able to see this happen to him. growing up, he was told stories of soulmates and how they’re very unlikely to ever meet. but here he is, meeting the one the stars believed was best for him. 

as you and kalim are watching the pair of strings move like magic a voice clears his throat by the door. you had no idea he was there but jamil shoots the housewarden a look, a warning of sorts, you assume. he knows there’s going to be a lot to unwrap with this newfound information. kalim knows it too, and so do you. 

like why is your soulmate interdimensional? man… what a week. (it’s tuesday.)

vil liked the idea of a soulmate. would they be like him? or maybe the opposite. though, he didn’t actively search the lands for his soulmate, he was never opposed to the fact that the gods above, maybe even the seven, had picked someone for him. 

him and his entourage of fans who would probably collectively lose their minds if vil announced the existence of his soulmate. 

a few days ago, you were given an invitation by the pomefiore’s housewarden for a lesson on twisted wonderland etiquette. you assume crowley put him up to this, or maybe, vil wanted too. you weren’t sure, the only thing the invitation said was a date, time, and location. 

now it’s the day, 4pm and you’re standing outside of the pomefiore’s large, castle-like dorm building. the perfectly trimmed bushes and blooming flowers give the exterior a nice, inviting aroma, but the sense of dread and fear have been gnawing on your insides since you passed through the mirror. 

surely the wonderland’s etiquette can’t be so different from that of your homeland. maybe it was a ploy, or a faulty invitation. should you leave? yeah- 

the door opens gracefully as you’re about to turn on the balls of your heels and high tail it back to the mirror. you’re met with the heeled housewarden of pomefiore, the illustrious vil schoenheit greets you kindly, inviting you in. 

“thank you for uh, inviting me here.” you bow your head slightly, unsure. 

“it looks like you’ve already got some experience under your belt, good.” does he seriously take you for a baby? you have basic manners, seriously, this cannot be a good use for your time. 

but truth be told, vil solely invited you under the guise of an etiquette lesson because he’s had a feeling of lost since you appeared on the first day. something has been tugging at him since then and he had to find out what it is and how he can get rid of it. 

vil guides you through elegant hallways, passing by large windows that look out to various places. large gardens, a fountain, beautiful blooming flowers, and chatting residents. all of it is somewhat overwhelming, but you can understand the constant need to be perfect, vil is the embodiment of it. 

you trail slightly behind him as his heels tap on the flooring. you’re able to get a good look at him, his perfectly styled hair, creaseless uniform and perfect posture. you wonder how long he takes to get ready each morning. 

the tap of his heels stops but you realize too late, you’re just about to crash into his back when he spins on the toes of his shoes. “before i forget, prefect, there’s something in my room i must fetch. come.” and then he’s off again, heels clicking on the shiny tile like tap shoes. 

he swings the large detailed door to his room open, it’s decorated elegantly, like the rest of the pomefiore building. it’s something straight out of a designer competition, the sheets and curtains are silky, and expensive looking too. 

“is there an ulterior motive for having me here?” the words fall from your lips as you’re looking around before you’re able to stop them. vil spins again, facing your after rooting through a drawer on his bedside table. 

the blonde places a hand on your shoulder, gazing down through perfect eyelashes, “i believe with more practice, you won’t make a fool of yourself while you’re here.” 

your brows furrow, is that the only reason he wanted to teach you? he thinks you’re a fool? you look over to the hand on your shoulder, but notice something other than his hand, which you were ready to swat away and go back to ramshackle. 

iridescent purple glitters fall from midair, and you’re instantly filled with a sense of relief. like an ache that’s finally gone away, like you’ve found something you didn’t know you were yearning for. 

technically, you did find something. 

as you’re internally monologuing, you feel the hand on your shoulder tighten. vil has realized why he’s had an odd pull in your direction. you’re his soulmate. soul. mate. his mouth goes dry at the thought. 

the magic-less human from a different world with an unbridled familiar, hand picked by the gods for him. he has one question: why? he releases your shoulder after you wince under the pressure, floating his hand to your raised one.

vil’s lips purse into a thin line, hiding the purple lipstick fully. he watches the string reach towards the one wrapped around your finger, moving as if controlled like a marionette. each draw of breath is slow, uncalculated and scared. the star believed he’d be excited, like anyone would be, if he found his soulmate, but your situation makes this hard. 

he wants to enjoy this experience but you share the sentiment, your lips are pursed and eyes are wide. 

the strings meet between your hands, tying into a neat bow between the other string. these fate strings are seemingly very smart; they’ve got some kind of gravitational pull towards its match. vil meets your gaze with an unexplainable shine glossing his pale eyes. 

suddenly, his dorm door bursts open, revealing a disheveled rook, who’s actively attempting to smoothen the crinkles in his uniform and dust off his shoulders. he’s not in savanaclaw anymore. shocked, vil rips his hand from its place beside yours, shoving his hands under his arms as he crosses them. 

“la roi du poison- oh, et la ramshackle préfet!” rook tosses his hands up, clearly not expecting you. “i hope i’m not interrupting, but there’s a problem in the lounge!” he starts back down the hall before vil can reply, leaving him no choice but to follow. 

the housewarden apologizes quickly before only the tap and clack of his heels can be heard as he’s quick to follow his vice into whatever trouble someone’s caused. 

you, on the other hand, are left with way more questions than this morning, but have the answer to one. the lifelong question about soulmates has been answered. somewhat.

idia didn’t believe he’d ever care even if he found his supposed soulmate. he’s too awkward, socially inept, and too focused on his games most days to consider searching. if luck was on his side eventually, and the day the string appears comes, he may just change his mind. 

the first time you met idia properly, it was a complete mess. he often made appearances via floating tablet, or sent ortho in his place to meetings or gatherings. you heard from others that not many have seen the ignihyde housewarden in person for more than ten minutes total in the three years he’s been in NRC. 

others are luckier with the introvert, like azul who shares his love for board games with idia. he’ll get all riled up during the club, going off on tangents, only to zip it moments later, utterly embarrassed about his outburst. azul had grown accustomed to idia’s back and forth attitude, and is more patient with him as a result. 

you clutch the papers specifically handed to you by crowley for azul, something about a tax return for… his dorm? you didn’t quite understand what the headmage was yammering about before he ushered you out and directed you to the club, guaranteeing that you’d find the octavinelle housewarden there. 

you pause in front of the class crowley mentioned, then push the door open. “well, if it isn’t the ramshackle prefect!” azul greets you as you enter the somewhat empty room, causing others to glance your way before returning to their games, including idia. his gaze lingering for but a moment longer from the corner of his eye. ortho greets you kindly as well, floating over to you, trying to peek at the small stack of papers. 

“hello, azul. and ortho!” you smile to both. 

“say hello to my brother, too!” ortho’s sweet voice rings as idia, who you now realize is his brother, looks as if he’s shaking like a leaf, ready to fly away with the wind. 

“n-no, ortho, it’s okay.” his voice is quick, almost inaudible as he mumbles into his hood, which is doing a poor job of covering the flame-like hair that sprouts off his head. 

you shrug walk closer to the table where azul and idia’s half finished game of checkers lies forgotten. you reach out and move around a white piece, claiming victory for the white team, who you assume was idia. you turn to azul and hand him the papers, “crowley sent me to give you these. something about a tax return? whatever he meant by that.” 

azul takes the papers, tucking them under his arm. “i run a lounge open to any and all students, headmage must want his cut, i assume. you should come by some time! though, i’m surprised you didn’t know.” 

“i uh, would if i could,” you pull the empty pocket liners out of your pockets comically, “i’m completely broke, wallet went poof when i… appeared? here.” 

“ah-”

“well, azul, this was great but i’m going backtomydormnow, pleaseexcuseme.” idia’s unexpected, almost panic stricken voice breaks your conversation with azul as he stands, more like jumps, from his seat, startling not only you, but his brother and azul. 

as the older shroud brother attempts to speed walk off, ortho floats around in front of him, trying to get him to stay, claiming he never leaves a game unfinished, or a score tied. idia tries to swerve around ortho, to get out as quick as he can, he’s not even fully sure why he wants to leave, why he feels he has to leave, but an overwhelming sense of familiarity surrounded him when you walked in. he tried to ignore it but it got worse the closer you came, and when you finished his game of checkers, he almost passed out. 

he has to get out of here. back to the safety of his dorm room, to his games and favourite anime. 

idia felt as if he was trapped in a triangle between azul, ortho, and you. 

he stumbles over his own foot pathetically, causing you to reach out instinctively to hold onto his arm, hoping to steady him before he falls. idia pauses, looking scared as he brings a shaky hand close to his face. his eyes widen as you all watch a red string materialize from blue glittering stars tie itself around his pinky like magic. his face pales as you copy, bringing your left hand up to view. 

a red bow sits neatly around the base of your pinky, blue glitter quickly fading. you slowly move your hand closer to idia’s, watching as the bows unravel and reach for one another. like a pair of vines, they wrap around each other until idia returns to his senses and rips his hand away, covering the new accessory to his everyday wear with his other hand. at the loss of its pair, your string returns to your pinky. 

you stand there, utterly dumbfounded in the middle of the board game club. you came to simply deliver some papers to azul, but are now leaving with some very, very confusing new information. 

you turn to azul who’s sporting a matching dumbfounded look, and ortho seems to be the only happy one at this point. when you turn back once again, idia has disappeared, possibly quicker than any teleportation magic known to magekind. ortho waves a swift goodbye, giggling as he tails after his brother.

you look at azul again, who’s mostly regained his composure, “well…?” 

“what do you mean, ‘well’!? i could use a little more support here, azul. i just found out my soulmate isn’t even from my DIMENSION.” you drag your hands down your face, exasperated. and suddenly, very tired. “y’know what, don’t even answer that, i’m going back to ramshackle.” 

you hear azul snicker as you march out of the classroom. asshole.

malleus cast the idea of a soulmate out long ago. with his millennium long life expectancy, he was sure he’d outlive, or had outlived, any type of lover the universe has assigned him. 

the heir to briar valley was quite frustrated today. he had overheard some diasomnia students chatting about the idea of soulmates earlier in the morning and it’s been on his mind ever since. it’s well past the final class of the day, and he skipped dinner. 

i don’t quite feel hungry as of now. he waved off lilia’s attempt to join them for the meal, worrying sebek the most. lilia quite literally had to hold the first year by the collar to stop him from chasing malleus down. 

the housewarden shut himself in his room like a temperamental toddler. angry clouds crackle and pop outside, rivalling his emotions. his head felt like it was swimming in an indescribable pot of gelatin, it was heavy and sad, which troubled malleus more because he thought he was long over the idea of a little red string wrapping itself around his pinky. 

what a trivial thing to be so upset over. some things in life aren’t fair, malleus knows that better than just about everyone. time is a thief and age is a curse, the heir gets to live hundreds of lives while that of humans perish so quickly. 

sure, he’s enjoyed learning new traditions and customs that have sprouted within his lifetime, but he’s also watched the last remaining folks die in cultures, leaving their history to be forgotten over time. 

malleus isn’t sure how, but he’s managed to be so deep in thought that he wandered to the spot he used to occupy before it gained a new resident. what’s now the ramshackle dorm, was once a beaten, dusty, forgotten building beside the main building of NRC. 

the day you showed up was one he won’t forget. a human with an unruly, unkempt familiar who really has a knack for getting himself in trouble. since you’ve been living in the old building, fixing it up and going to classes alongside him and his peers, he’s stopped coming here for more than one reason. 

it would be impolite to intrude on what is now your space, especially uninvited. he’s settled with lingering in the gardens in front of ramshackle. he’s taken a liking to the purple and blue flowers that have begun to wilt with the cooler season upcoming. malleus runs a finger over one, watching it instantly gain the strength to hold itself up, blooming once again. the purple petals shimmer with the lingering magic he shares, admiring the way it almost seems to follow his hand, asking for more. 

“uh, excuse me?” a voice startles him back into focus, he clasps his hand behind his back and turns around. he’s met with a half asleep ramshackle prefect, hair messy and wrapped in a blanket. 

“i apologize, i shall be going at once.” he’s been caught, he figures it’s time to find a new place to think. 

you take a step forwards, looking the housewarden over, you’ve definitely seen him around before but he always looks either deep in thought or like he doesn’t want to be bothered, so you’ve kept your space from him. “no, wait.”

malleus falters, wait? he does just that. he doesn’t use his magic to teleport away, doesn’t walk backwards, doesn’t move. he allows you to look him over, to judge him, expecting the usual treatment. his guard remains high but he realizes how he towers over you, like he does with everyone else so he somewhat relaxes his body, trying to be smaller. 

as you’re examining the semi-stranger in the garden, you notice the singular purple flower that’s in bloom. you tilt your head, looking past malleus. “did you… do that?” 

malleus turns, suddenly remembering the flower. a small smile graces his lips as he leans down, picking the flower's stem near the middle. your brows knit together as he turns back and holds his hand out to you. the flower still shimmers from the magic he used. “i did.” 

you pluck the flower from his hold, careful not to damage the delicate plant. you bring it close, “is there a reason you’re not in your dorm and in my garden? it’s late and sounds like it’ll rain at any moment,” you look upwards, expecting the sky to be as black as paint but instead you’re greeted with many, many twinkling stars and an almost full moon. “or… not?” 

the housewarden follows your gaze, he hardly noticed the clouds have cleared. when did they do that? he swipes at his forehead, clearing his vision from the hair that sprouts around his horns.

“i suppose it is appropriate to explain my presence,” he turns back to you, bangs falling back into place. you’re still looking at the stars but you nod in agreement. “before you inhabited this building, i used to come here to think. since you’ve arrived, i’ve ceased that for clear reasons. i hope you do not mind i still roam the garden. it is quite lovely in the spring when everything begins to bloom.” 

you listen to the horned individual, lightly caressing the flower unconsciously. the soft petals felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before, especially in a flower, could that have been due to the magic embedded in it?

“i don’t mind, it’s not like you’re being creepy about it, right?” he hums, “and besides, we all need a space to think. i’m… glad my little makeshift home can be comfortable enough for you.” you look up to him, moonlight glistening across your eyes. 

you signal him to lean down, waving him towards you as you take a step closer to the not-so-stranger. his sharp eyes narrow ever so slightly, confused, but leans his head down. 

you reach up to the tall man, setting the flower against the inside of his right horn. your finger grazes the side accidentally, you find it to be smoother than you expected. when you lean back, malleus stands up fully once again, and you’re able to take in how large he actually is. for a third year, he’s very tall. must run in the family. 

suddenly, everything around goes quiet. no crickets chirp, no frogs sing, nothing. as if the world stopped breathing. the eerie feeling is felt by both you and malleus, but you catch on quicker. your eyes widen as you lock eyes with him, your eyes shoot to his left hand. lo and behold, a red string begins materializing from green shimmer as it slides itself over his pinky. you reach to grab his wrist, to examine what you seriously cannot believe is happening, but he beats you to it. 

malleus evades your grasp as he moves quicker than you can see, he’s crouched beside you before you can blink. he’s intently watching the red string he’s sure he’d never see wrap around your little finger, breathless. but you–you’re frozen. frozen to the spot as a million thoughts run through your mind. the most important one though, is why your soulmate is from a whole different dimension. that’s… not good. 

malleus’s only thought is: finally. 

then dread hits him like a freight train. he wants to be so very happy, to be excited. to tell lilia, to tell someone that he’s found his soulmate, but he knows two things. one; you’re human. two; twisted wonderland is not your home. 

malleus meets your eyes, they’re filled with an emotion he can’t place. but if this is bothering you, your face definitely shows it. he’s quick to stand, and as soon as you blink, he’s gone. 

the purple flower, seemingly frozen in time, flutters from the place malleus’s head just was. a gust of wind suddenly picks up, stealing the flower from your outstretched grasp as clouds quickly fill the sky like they did earlier. a crackle, some thunder, and they’re ready to split open and flood these lands. 

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Adding further to this, everyone needs to stop jumping to try and say it's for disabled people. I am disabled, a shit tonne of fandom is disabled, because fandom is an escape.

It lets us meet people online, who don't give a shit if we can't speak out loud, who understand if we drop of the earth for a few days because of a flare up, and just want to make sure we are okay.

Fandom is something we can actually participate in, regardless of what issues we may have IRL.

So saying that, oh well, it's for disabled people to be able to write, is frankly offensive. We are just as capable, if not more capable of writing, then abled people (Due to hyper fixating many of us write more)

A tool to help would be a spell check. Text to speech of someone can't type, or if it was an assignment, extra time incase health got in the way.

An accommodation or tool allows us to achieve the same thing as an able bodied person. Generative AI is not writing, it is a Frankenstein of stolen content mashed together to seem original.

"Oh but I can't focus to write" then don't write right now, I've dropped off the face of tumbler for a few days because I couldn't focus to post anything good, rather then give my followers AI slop.

Or push, write anyways and edit later.

You use it for ideas?

There's thousands of ideas people post they would love to see written, or put up a post asking for asks!

You use to to roleplay?

I can guarantee, as someone who got fixated on the AI chat apps before I really learned how bad it is. I know it feels good, but can make your mental health dive so easy, and it's even easier to get addicted, don't.

Roleplaying with real people is even better anyways, and so much more satisfying, and the RP community on tumbler is live and well right now.

If you really can't compile your ideas well, don't. Post them as a scrambled lump of headcannons, people will still love it.

Don't be stealing content and fucking up the environment just because you are too fucking lazy to grind your work out.

Yes you won't be perfect at first, but I mean, no one is, you won't improve if you don't try. The first fiction I posted as a young teen? Was first person, constantly switching POV and was written, no kidding, like "I looked at him, he was hot, I blushed"

And you know what? People still enjoyed it!

The thing about fanfiction is it is from the fans! It people liking these blorbos, this universe enough they write their own stories.

And I could have edited this more, but no. I might seem protective of fanfiction, and that's because I am, it's an escape for a lot of people. Hell being able to post and interact with fandom helps keep a lot of people going, so we do not want it fucking full of ai slop.

Hey, you reblogged that AI post and I was surprised to see something so mean on your blog. "If you cant write unassisted, fuck you, youre a disgrace to the community." Is that really something you want on your blog?

Just in case this isn't a spam message:

Posting AI-generated content to a platform intended to be an archive for writers is not appropriate use of the platform. On a platform intended for human creation, it is rude and inappropriate to clog search results with AI-produced content which often plagiarizes the work of human authors.

Use of generative AI is also horrible for our environment, leading to massive waste of fossil fuel energy and water. We should not be doing damage to our planet for the sake of generating (robot-produced, often plagiarized) fiction, especially when the joy of fiction comes from the creation and emotion of real people.

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[zolass]

Charming Player Top Mafia Boss Oc x Bottom Male Reader x Right-Hand Man Oc

Another one finished, actually crazy. Also because Charming Player was the first idea from 3 and I wrote it as last- also Reader was supposed to be kinda Playboy type shi- those two are not the first dicks he had in his ass. Might focus on Oc x Oc works besides a Series with Top Male Reader, if y'all have requests you can just slide them in and I'll definitely look over them.

MDNI if you do, not my problem what you consume. Content/warning: Smut, mentions of prostitution, debt fuck :), face fucking and deep throating, unprotected sex, double penetration, if I missed some I'm sry.

3k words

You were in debt– deep debt that you could drown your ancestors in. You borrowed money, from someone your friends– hell even the bartender told you to never lend money from Llyod Vaughn. But that’s what you did, while you gambled it away in the same club, said man owned.

Biting your lip, you watched the frustrated faces of the middle aged men in delight, hiding your smile behind your cards. You were so close to winning all the money on the table, it was definitely enough for you to buy a trip to a tropical island and live your life a bit more carefree. Yet the session was suddenly interrupted, as heavy boots hit the floor, approaching the table you were sitting at.

The four other men at the table, looked somehow even more panicked than before as their eyes landed on the person stopping right behind you, “Y/N come with me,” the graveling voice of none other than, the right-hand man of Lloyd. The voice sent shivers down your spine, one of slight fear but mostly lust. 

As you looked behind you, the stern gaze of dark eyes catched yours. You couldn’t help but pout, you knew your game and chance of winning was now over. With a heavy sigh you placed your cards on the table before getting up and following after the man. “I could’ve won that– do you even know how– fuck it, anyways are you bringing me to your boss?” you stopped your train of thoughts spilling from your lips, when you didn’t get an answer. 

Rolling your eyes, another pout formed on your lips, before quickly getting distracted as your eyes raked over the man’s body. He was definitely really attractive, dark brown hair that was tied back in a man-bun, the five o’ clock shadow on the jaw had your legs wobbled by the lustful thoughts swapping through your mind.

The other man only threw you an annoyed look and a scoff, as he led you up the stairs into a room with the sign ‘Vip Exclusive’ on it. The room was definitely large, there was an entire wall made out of glass that showed the on-goings on the first floor, the light of the club flickered dimly into the room, which was lightened up in warm light. 

Said room was basically empty except for a few guards, a bartender, the man by your side, yourself and well another person that was standing at the wall of tinted glass. Your eyes scanned over the man, he wore a suit that clung nicely to his body, dark hair styled back, you couldn’t see his face but you could see his hand, large with a few obvious veins, fingers wrapped around the glass.

You gulped, as your throat felt suddenly dry, “Look who we have here, Mr L/N, you’re quite some trouble, hm?” The voice was deep and smooth, yet it sent you a shiver down your spine, the voice was cold with a hint of frustration. Lloyd turned around with a raised eyebrow, “How exactly are you going to pay your debt back to me? If you don’t have any income, hm?” he took slow deliberate steps towards you, coming to a stop in front of you, “I mean– you lend a million dollars in the last three years and not one penny made it back to me, after you promised you would pay back,” he placed a finger under your chin, lifting it up to meet his grey eyes. 

Licking your lips, you felt suddenly nervous. You didn’t think it would be this much, you thought if you won in a gamble you can easily pay back– yet it seems you’ve forgotten. Your eyes quickly skimmed across the room, before landing on the glass wall, in the far corner there was the open room in which he was only minutes ago, his jaw clenched lightly as he took a deep breath. You could see the four middle aged men and a new additional person who’d took your place, before your eyes locked back on Lloyd’s, “I was about to win enough money to pay you back–” a scoff and a chuckle came from Lloyd and the man who brought you here.

“We both know– you’ve forgotten a long time ago from whom you got all that money to play your dirty little games– you won’t suddenly pay up,” he dropped your chin and took a step back, his eyes analyzed your body seemingly satisfied with what he saw, “Well with a body like that– there might be another possibly for you to get the money, as you’re not getting any more from me to throw away,” you saw how Lloyd licked his lips, before he retreated to a seat lounge.

Suddenly a push on your back, made you follow the man, with the other close behind you. Lloyd sat down on the plush red seating, while you stood by the table in front of him, “I think it’s time for you to show some of the.. good qualities you could use to pay me back,” the black haired male said, as he spread his legs with an arm draped lazily over the back of the lounge.

Lloyd teasingly tapped his lap, you wanted to ask if there’s another way for you to pay back, you didn’t want to sell your body. But maybe if you would play your charms right, after getting a taste of the man and satisfying him, you could stir the man’s mind to maybe a different deal. You licked your lips, as you took two steps closer before you kneeled down between Lloyd’s legs, who didn’t comment and only watched.

Using your teeth on the zipper from Lloyd’s black dress pants, pulling it slowly down, as your eyes were locked with the grey ones. You worked on the man’s pants until his semi-hard cock springs free. Your hand wrapped around it, while giving the slightly reddish tip a few kitty licks, tasting the precum on your tongue, while you stroked his cock a few times until it was hard and pulsing in your hand.

Your lips wrapped around the tip, suckling on it. You could feel your own dark blue dress pants, that were already tightly clinging to your skin, pressing against your own hardening dick. A soft grunt left Lloyd as you took more of his cock into your mouth, while your tongue licked over the protruding vein that ran up his cock. When you reached the base, you hummed lightly after you had eased your gag reflex, a hand fisted your hair, which made you look up through your lashes with slightly watery eyes, you came face to face with a hungry look. 

Slowly you started to bop your head, until the hand in your hair guided you, rougher. Your eyes rolled slightly back when Lloyd used your throat, until he stood up from his seating position with your mouth still on his cock. You only heard a door open and close, and a grunt before said man started to thrust his cock into your warm wet mouth. You couldn’t help but moan as the man above you used your mouth, while his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck you have such a good mouth– oh f-fuckk–” your cock twitched painfully, at the words, while Lloyd’s thrust picked up the pace, until your face was shoved against his groin, pubic hair itching your skin as the cock in your mouth twitched before ropes of hot cum shot down out of his tip down your throat, followed by a groan from the man. As his load emptied in your mouth you tried to swallow as good as you could, to not choke on his dick and cum. 

When you swallowed the last drop, the hand let go of your hair, you pulled back easing your throat. You sucked on the tip, before letting the cock plop out of your mouth. Lloyd sat back down on the seating, his legs spread as he waved a hand, “Alio would you.. Bring me the lube?” the man Alio, who is the one that brought you here and the only one who stayed, stalked away to probably grab the requested item.

Lloyd leaned forward, a finger placed under your chin, lifting it, “Your mouth definitely would get some money– let’s see the quality from the rest of your body, hm?” the words made your cock pulse painfully in your slacks, you rubbed your thighs together trying to give your aching cock some relief. 

Grey eyes focused on your movement, a raised eyebrow and a mocking smirk formed on Lloyd’s lips, “You’re hard from sucking me off? God– you’re a little slut, aren’t you,” his voice was mocking, yet the grey eyes were flooded by lust. “Get up and strip,” was the order that followed quickly. When you stood, you slowly started to undress, starting with the black silk shirt, which was only half buttoned exposing his collarbone and chest a bit, the shirt was slightly see-through underneath the light, making it obvious what was barely hidden underneath anyways, after that followed the black dress pants that highlighted your legs and ass, this was also when Alio returned. Now you stood only in your black fitted panties with an obvious bulge, and your patent leather shoes.

After a few seconds, you also pulled your underwear off, a satisfied look was on Lloyd’s face, who tapped his lap again. This time you didn’t kneel, you sat down on his lap, a hand was placed on your lower back as you sat face to face with the man. You slowly lifted your hands and started to unbutton Lloyd’s suit and dress shirt, which got you a raised eyebrow with a look of interest, but he never stopped you. 

Your hands wandered over his warm exposed chest, before your hands dropped again. A chuckle left Lloyd, before he reached his arm out in which Alio placed the bottle of lube. “Is that all you would do to please me?” Lloyd asked teasingly, making you bite your lip, before you leaned forward and started to place kisses on his neck and jaw, first they were a bit hesitant before they got slightly more confident and eager. 

The sound of the bottle opening made the heat pool in your groin, and a soft gasp left you as two fingers pushed into your hole, your arms automatically grabbed onto Lloyd. “You know– I might be an asshole, even considered a monster by many.. but I don’t have sex with unprepared partners,” the low voice of Lloyd sounded by your ear, the warm breath hitting the shell. 

Soft moans left your throat, between the kisses you littered on his skin, a few red marks blossomed on his skin from where you sucked. The long, slick fingers worked your hole open until they brushed and prodded against your prostate, making your eyes roll slightly back, while a moan rippled from your throat. “There it is,” Lloyd mumbled, before he pressed against it a few more times, enlightening the soft moans from you that had his cock pulsing. 

Lloyd pulled his fingers out, before lightly tapping your hip, “Lift your ass,” he ordered and you followed. He aligned his tip with your hole, teasing your hole slightly, “Get down on it,” and you did. You felt the bulbous tip pressing against your hole before it breached the rim, a shaky moan left you and a breathy groan against your ear from the black haired male.

The length pushed slowly into your hole, inch by inch until you reached the base. Your hips shook lightly as the tip pressed against that sweet spot, your arms were looped around Lloyd’s neck as you took slow breaths. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, you started to lift your hips before dropping them again. It was slow at the beginning, before you picked up the pace and found a rhythm that not only had you feeling good but also Lloyd, whose hands were grabbing onto your hips.

You were lost in pleasure, as moans spilled from your lips. The soft grunts and groans from Lloyd firing you up to keep going, until a heat coiled in your stomach as you slammed your hips down and the tip kissed your prostate, the feeling intensified. Your legs shook, barely able to continue to ride Lloyd, who noticed and thrusted up into your hole, quickly pushing you over the edge.

A loud moan, as your eyes rolled back. Your hands holding tightly onto Lloyd, as your legs shook and your cum spurted out of your cock, splattering onto Lloyd’s exposed chest, who was focused on your face as sloppy thrust hit your prostate, while your hole clenched tightly around his twitching cock, which added to the erotic face you had, made him shoot his load into your warm velvety hole.

Not once before had any of his partners made a face that looked so erotic, making his cock twitch even more after his own orgasm ebbed. When your eyes met, you looked up at him with slightly teary eyes, “More–” you spoke, which made him raise both eyebrows before a smirk settled on his lips, “You’re quite a needy slut for dick,” he said before his eyes wandered from you to Alio who seemed focused on not sparing the two of you a look, but seeing the bulge in his right-hand man’s pants told him enough.

“Alio come over–  seems like one cock isn’t enough for him,” Lloyd spoke, gaining both of your attention. Alio slowly walked over, looking at his best friend, while his eyes sometimes strayed to your figure. “What are you waiting for? Needy boy wants more,” Lloyd’s voice pulled Alio out of his train of thoughts, before he started to undress. The boss’ focus landed back on you, as he pushed a hair strand behind your ear, “Do you think you’re able to take both of us?”

You looked at Lloyd and swallowed hard, “I can try..” you said, the thought did send excitement down your spine, but if you could take it was the question that you were about to solve, as Lloyd laid on his back with you following close behind. The slick sound of Alio jerking his lubed cock made you clench around the man already inside of you.

Lloyd grabbed your chin and pulled you further down, closer to his lips, “We have to make you relax or else it won’t work well,” were the last words before his lips crashed with yours, pulling you into a heated kiss. Alio watched for a few seconds, before he walked over stopping behind you. 

You only felt how your hole slowly stretched more, as Alio slowly eased his cock inside your hole. It was a bit uncomfortable yet it sent waves of pleasure up your spine, “You’re doing so well,” Lloyd spoke gently against your lips, before trying to stir your focus elsewhere until Alio was sheathed fully inside your hole, alongside Lloyd. 

“So full– fuck-” you whimpered as your legs trembled and soft gasps left your lips from the twitching cocks. Suddenly a hand wrapped around your leaking cock from behind, stroking it making you moan as cum spurted out of your cock. Lloyd kissed your neck, while rubbing your left hip until his eyes fell onto the bulge in your stomach. “Well, would you look at that,” Lloyd’s voice was husky, as his free hand moved to your stomach and pressed against the bulge, enlightening pleasured sounds from the three of you.

Alio on the other hand, was slightly unsure, he was aroused by the idea of fucking you after what he heard and saw, especially now that his cock was in you– but he didn’t know how much you could take. “You can move,” you spoke loud enough for the two to hear, the men both gave each other a look, before Alio pulled his hips back, before thrusting back in. As Alio thrusted in, Lloyd pulled out and so it continued.

It was slow yet pleasing, your body trembled as gasps and breathy moans left you. Both men groaned, at your hole clenching and their cocks rubbing against each other, the pace got quicker which ended with your arms giving out, and your face planted on Lloyd’s chest while your ass was filled up. Alio’s hand was still wrapped around your cock that was hard and weeping again, which brought him to stroke your cock in the same pace as their thrust, making you cum for the third time.

As your hole clenched tightly around their cocks, additional to the stimulation of their cocks rubbing up on another, made both of them come inside of your hole– loading you even more with cum. They pulled two more orgasms out of each other, while both of them penetrated your hole. Your thighs shook, as one cock pulled out, Lloyd’s, while Alio started to freely pound into you from behind, having you spill another orgasm onto Lloyd’s dress pants.

Your mind was reduced to a cock drunk and overstimulated mess, babbling and drooling. After you whined about not being able to cum anymore– Lloyd showed you that one more was possible, while one more turned into another, another and another. By the time your body was wrecked by another orgasm, your cock was shooting blanks and your hole dripping and stuffed with one last orgasm from Lloyd as you passed out on the man’s chest.

Lloyd gently caressed your head, as your sleeping form rested against him, with his cock buried inside of your, keeping most of the cum from dripping out. He grabbed his suit jacket and draped it over your naked form, and an arm wrapped around your figure. With a slightly exhausted sigh, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from the jacket pocket, taking one out before throwing the pack over to Alio, who had his pants closed again. Lloyd grabbed the lighter and lit the bud of the cigarette. 

“Are you keeping him?” the sudden question rang out, yet Lloyd only took a drag on the cigarette, before blowing the smoke out, “Yeah, he’s worth it. Why would I give such a gem away, if I can simply keep it for myself.”

[nyoomfruits]

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ) followed by a heated kiss while holding them by the throat for landoscar? 👀

okay so i interperted the 'etc' as. strip uno lmao.

Upon reflection, maybe Oscar should’ve seen it coming when he started a game of Uno with George, Alex, Charles and Lando and agreed to play by their ‘house rules’. Actually, he should’ve definitely asked what those house rules meant, maybe. Instead of assuming they’re just simple things like that you can play a green five and a red five at the same time.

“I… what?” He asks, blinking up at George.

“I asked,” George says, patiently. “Do you want to take two or do you want to take off a piece of clothing?”

Oscar blinks at him. Looks around at the others who are eyeing him curiously, but otherwise seem to find this completely normal. “I’ll uh. Take 2,” Oscar says, and reaches for the card pile.

“Your loss,” George says, with a shrug, and places down a green 4.

Oscar is still 99% sure they are pulling his leg with the whole strip thing when, three rounds later, Lando pouts at a +2 and then promptly takes off his shirt. Oscar stares, realizes he’s staring, quickly looks somewhere else, and meets Alex’s knowing glance.

He’s starting to think maybe he’s in over his head.

Especially when, just as he’s started to get used to the fact he’s apparently playing strip uno, he puts down a +4, assuming Lando will just have to take off two pieces of clothing instead of one.

Instead, Lando shouts, “KISS RULE, I’M EVOKING THE KISS RULE.”

“Uh,” Oscar says, but then before he can ask what the kiss rule is, he has his lap full of a grinning Lando who kisses him full on the mouth.

The whole world freezes, and for a second it’s just Oscar, and Lando, and the warm feeling of Lando’s thighs pressing against his own, and Lando’s hands engulfing his face, and their lips pressed together, and he thinks “Oh my god.”

But then Lando pulls away, disappears off his lap, cheers, “No +4 for me!” and the world comes crashing back down again.

It’s a game. It’s just a game.

Oscar plays the rest of the game, tries to pretend his lips don’t still tingle from where they pressed against Lando’s, gives George a chaste kiss to get out of a +4, nothing like what he share with Lando, takes off his socks to get out of a +2. It’s fine. It’s fine, just a silly game between bros.

And he’s good at it, when he finally gets the hang of all their bizarre rules. Which means it all comes down to one final round. The all or nothing. Oscar has the winning card in his hand, has called Uno, is getting ready to win, when.

“+2,” Lando crows excitedly. “Suck it, nerd.”

“Right,” Oscar says, staring at his final, winning card. He’s already taken off any acceptable piece of clothing he can. His socks, his hoodie. The only thing left are his jeans or his t-shirt, and he’s not really comfortable with taking off either. But winning. There’s nothing sweeter than winning, is there? And this would be his only shot. George also only has one card left, and he’s vibrating with excitement next to Oscar, and Oscar knows he’ll take the win if Oscar takes the +2.

“Alright,” Oscar says. “Fuck it.” And takes off his t-shirt and one fell swoop before slamming the winning card down on the pile. “I won.”

George and Alex grumble loudly. Charles, with his hands still full of cards, keeps yelling “I got it, I nearly got it, I was so close to winning!” And Lando.

Lando is just staring at Oscar.

“Uh,” Oscar says, reaching for the t-shirt he threw on the floor somewhere.

“Don’t,” Lando says, his hands circling around Oscar’s wrist. It’s insane, how much bigger his hands are compared to Oscar’s. “Let me just-“ He doesn’t finish his sentence, just pulls Oscar up, pushes him out of the hotel room they’re in, into the bathroom.

“What-“ Oscar starts, but Lando is already slamming him against the now closed door, crowding close.

“Jesus, Oscar, do you have any idea how hot that was?” Lando asks. He’s distracted, though, his hands roaming all over Oscar’s still exposed chest, his arms. “Fucking hell.” His hand brushes over Oscar’s collarbone, near his neck, and Oscar swallows, thinks about how easily Lando’s hand fit around his wrist, wonders how easily it would fit around his neck.

Lando must hear his thoughts somehow, because suddenly his hand is on Oscar’s neck, not really pressing, just holding, and Oscar gasps, a noise that immediately gets swallowed by Lando as he presses his lips against Oscar’s once again.

And before, before it was a game. Could be written off as just doing it for the points. But this. This is real. This really is Lando pressing him into the door, slotting his knee between Oscar’s thighs to pry them open, this really is Lando’s hand still on his neck, keeping him there, making it so he can do nothing else but let himself be kissed.

Not that he wants anything else. Lando kisses like a starved man, desperate and like he can never get enough, taking taking taking, and Oscar just wants to give.

“Oy, please don’t tell me you’re fucking! I have to brush my teeth in there.” Alex suddenly yells through the door and Lando and Oscar spring apart, suddenly acutely aware of where they are and who they are with.

“Fuck, shit sorry, I got carried away,” Lando says, pupils blown wide.

“No, no, no, I want-“ Oscar chokes off. You, this, everything.

Lando nods, eyes still a little crazed. “Okay. Okay, yeah. My room? Ten minutes.” He says, and then moves past Oscar, out the door.

Oscar lets himself fall back against the door, hand resting at the base of his neck, where Lando’s hand just was.

Maybe. Maybe he should play by the house rules more often.

[norrisjpg]

only angel - ʟɴ⁴

the one where she hits it off one of his driver friends, and meets a new version of lando in the very same night.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten

contains; fluff, dom!lando, nsfw, smut; manhandling, oral (m & f), slit-fucking?, fingering, orgasm denial, kinda voyeurism?, squirting, crying, degradation kink, praise kink; talks of loss of virginity, swearing.

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‘glamour on the grid’, they called it.

“it’ll be fun!” keegan exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders. “come on, lando.”

the four were sat in a sports bar somewhere in melbourne — the group being lando, lily, keegan, and max. lando wasn’t quite sure why they’d gone to a bar, when only two of the four would be drinking — max and keegan — but he’d agreed nonetheless after lily said she wouldn’t drink if he couldn’t.

“and it’d be good for PR,” max added, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows. “come on, bob.”

“yeah, do it for the team!” the younger boy nodded enthusiastically.

lando sighed and flitted his gaze over to the girl beside him, “you’re going, right?”

“i mean, i have an invite.” she shrugged. “but i don’t have anyone to go with, it’s a pairs kind of thing.”

“go with me?” he asked softly, “i don’t wanna be on my own.”

keegan went to speak, probably to say something like ‘you’ll have us!’, but max kicked him under the table as to say — ‘shut up, they’re having a moment.’

“yeah, of course.” she smiled softly, the subtlest of blushes spreading across her cheeks when he kissed her forehead briefly — going unnoticed by all but max.

“so, that’s settled, and you need a suit, mate.” max nodded. “do you need a dress, lala?”

lala.

that stupid nickname max had for her — only the quadrant crew called her that. it was her initials, ria had written them down wrong one day, (they were three letters how did she even get that wrong?) and thus ‘lala’ was born.

“yeah, i do, i’ll just ask dior or something,” she shrugged, almost laughing at the nickname. “do you want me to get you a suit too, lan?”

“yes please, you know my sizes and stuff — i’ll just match you.”

max was sat there, watching the two talk, and something was different. the way lando’s gaze lingered a little more than it usually would, how his voice was soft and low, the look in his eyes that made her seem like she’d hung the stars in the sky.

and even keegan noticed it too. the way lily would blush a little deeper than usual for her, the way she was either constantly touching or looking at him in some way, and her inability to have anything but a smile on her face gave her away completely.

maybe they were dating? no, surely they’d have told them by now.

maybe they were…? the boys basically had no idea what was going on there, but they were going to find out.

-

lily wasn’t impressed, whatsoever.

it wasn’t the fact that he wasn’t with her, it was the fact he was with her, of all girls, of the girl he was having sex with for gods sake!

lando and callie had been chatting all night, and it was pissing lily off — she was very aware of her jealousy and she couldn’t give a fuck.

she was this beautiful blonde girl, tanned with the prettiest eyes lily had ever seen, and the most contagious laugh ever recorded — shit, lily would have taken her out herself if she wasn’t madly in love with the boy she currently had her hand on the arm of.

“you look fucked off,” max pointed out as the two laughed about something.

“i’m not,” she snapped, before sighing and realising that maybe max would be able to see through her lie. “okay, maybe i am, but that’s none of your business.”

“just go and flirt with someone else,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “lando’ll hate that, he almost— actually, that’s a story for another day. just go and find someone else to piss him off with.”

“i don’t want to piss him off though.” she sighed.

“oh, so there is something going on with you and bob then?” max caught her, smiling widely.

she had given herself away.

lily could have made up a lie about why she was annoyed — her time of the month, her dress was itchy, it was too hot — but no, she just let the truth fall from her lips.

in all honesty, everything was perfect, but she wanted her boyfriend— no, best friend to be by her side like he usually was.

“just don’t say anything, okay?” lily huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “i’ve only told lex and i don’t know who he’s told, carlos maybe.”

“i won’t, secret is safe with me, as long as this ends in a relationship.” max teased.

she rolled her eyes, before picking up her lemonade and heading off to find her new man for the evening.

-

“no way, i worked with them not too long ago,” he said, crossing his leg over the other as they sat in the quiet corner.

“yeah, i asked them to send me this for tonight last minute,” lily smiled, gesturing to the white sparkly dress clinging to her body. “and well, if this is last minute i really need to up my standards.”

he laughed in response, the adorable gap between his front teeth showing — and no, it wasn’t lando.

lily ainsley was sat with, and had been for the past hour, sir lewis hamilton… talking about fashion of all things.

“we should set up a collab or something,” lewis added, lily nodding as he reached for his drink.

unfortunately, lewis’ hand brushed hard enough against lily’s full glass to send it flying off of the table, somehow not breaking it, but getting lemonade all over the floor and a bit on the bottom of her dress.

“oh my god,” he gasped, clapping his hand to his mouth. “i am so sorry, lily, is it on your dress?”

“only a little bit, don’t worry.” she shook her head with smile, “it’s warm, it’ll dry.”

she couldn’t help but laugh as lewis’ panicked eyes stared at her nonchalance about the situation — lando had spilled many of drinks down her top when he was drunk on nights out — so this was quite minor.

“let me buy you another drink, please?” lewis said, clasping his hands together as he chewed on his lower lip.

“okay, yeah.” she shrugged, a free beverage of any kind was something lily never turned down.

they reached the edge of the busy bar together, and lewis saw the slightly anxious look in her eye, so he simply held his arm out for her to link through.

she mouthed a kind, ‘thankyou’ to him, before they made their way through the swarm of bodies together.

“dude, where’s lily?” keegan asked lando, tapping his arm, while he held up a piece of fabric that had come off of his designer jacket. “i wanna ask her where the fuck this goes.”

“i’m pretty sure that’s your pocket…” lando furrowed his eyebrows. “she’s around here somewhere.”

“what, she’s not with you?” keegan asked, looking at him confused — those two were usually a package deal.

“no—”

“oh there she is!” the australian exclaimed. “oh, fuck nah, she’s with lewis… i’ll go over later.”

“she’s with lewis?” lando’s head snapped up, searching for lily’s familiar face in the foreign crowd. “as in— what the fuck?”

there she was, in all of her angelic glory, laughing softly with one of his childhood heroes — well that was a sight he thought he’d never see.

lewis’ hand was loosely around her waist, mostly to stop her being swept away by the bustling atmosphere of the crowd.

to lando, it was a declaration of war.

-

the uber home was filled with a tense silence, the lingering scent of annoyance and jealousy tainting the air. neither of them spoke, either too stubborn or too pissed off with the night’s antics to talk.

her phone lit up, max fewtrell.

max fewtrell: let me know how it goes with sunshine. he was real pissed earlier. worse than when i broke his gaming chair. good luck!

“lewis?” lando spoke up roughly.

“what?” she looked up from her phone after she’d unlocked it.

“too busy talking to him to listen to what i’m saying, wow.” he huffed, god was this boy dramatic.

“sorry, i thought you were too busy with callie to acknowledge my existence.” she shot back, rolling her eyes as she replied to max.

‘he’s in such a piss. i should have just left it be. i hate your ideas, fuck you!’

“oh please, you were all over lewis! he’s double your fucking age, lily!” lando snapped, raising his voice at her — something he never did.

“well maybe that’s because you were too busy being a slut to acknowledge my existence!” she shot back.

he laughed, he fucking laughed.

the rest of the ride was silent, it wasn’t even tense — something was looming, lando was planning something, she could tell.

the uber was paid and tipped gratefully, and the two took the elevator back to their hotel room. his hands weren’t on her, which worried her a little — either she had upset him, or he was saving it for once they were behind closed doors (she hoped it was the latter of the two.)

the door closed behind them, and it was like a switch flipped inside of the brit.

“a slut, huh?” lando chuckled lowly, grabbing lily and throwing her over his shoulder roughly.

“lando— put me down, lando!” she hit his back, with no real force — but she didn’t want to seem desperate.

“shut up.” he grumbled, putting her down on the floor so she was stood up.

“thank—”

his hands were on her hips, spinning her away from him. lando’s large hands managed to undo the zip on the back of the dress with ease, before he pulled it down and pushed the item off of her body.

he smirked to himself as she let him, not protesting as he spun her back around to face him.

“on your knees,” he nodded, unbuttoning his shirt.

she looked up at him, dazed and very turned on by this new version of lando she was met with.

“are you deaf?” he snapped “i said on your knees.”

lily got her knees gently, the cold tiles of the floor making the position a little uncomfortable.

he nodded, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek — she knew what he meant, wordlessly telling her to get to work.

his belt was undone by her slender fingers, and to her surprise, he wasn’t fully hard, meaning she was actually going to have to—

no, the first brush of lily’s fingers on his shaft sent it upward, slapping up against his abdomen. the thought of teasing him swirled around her mind briefly, but the look in lando’s eye told her to think otherwise.

a warm splatter of saliva dripped onto the tip of his cock, lubing the tip as she then took it in her mouth. her lips expertly wrapped around him, taking him deep down her throat straight away, swirling her tongue around every part she could reach. he groaned, clenching his jaw as he began to thrust slowly into her mouth.

she bobbed her head to meet his thrusts, tears welling in her eyes as he crammed his cock into her mouth.

“so much more polite with my dick in your mouth, aren’t you, angel?” he said, almost sweetly.

she made a muffled sound around him, not daring to pull off until his seed was deep in her throat.

her jaw was starting to lock, and the tears spilled down her face.

lily could feel him twitching inside of her mouth, and she was about to speed her movements up, when he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

loosely wrapping a hand around her throat, he pulled her gently, getting her to stand up, before pushing her onto the bed.

“ass up,” he commanded, helping her a little as she buried her face in the pillow.

he gazed down at her white underwear, clearly soaked and most likely ruined. one clean swipe rendered them (and her) useless, her panties tossed across the room with any dignity she had left.

“don’t even deserve to be fucked,” he muttered, taking his cock and pushing it though her folds, notching at her entrance.

he positioned his cock so it sat snugly in her puffy folds, bumping up against her clit every time he pushed forward.

“you think lewis could make you feel like this, baby?” he spoke cockily as she shuddered, thighs clenching as he pushed down her slit agonisingly slowly — holding back his own moan.

“n-no,” she choked out, moaning as her lower tummy fizzed with need.

“then why were you with him?” he pried, knowing the real reason — he’d spoken to max.

“tryna’ make—” she moaned softly as he brought his thumb forward to toy at her needy entrance. “get your attention, didn’t like seeing you with her.”

“so you were whoring yourself out with my rival?” he questioned lowly. “you could have just told me you were a pathetic mess for me, you know?”

her body was so hungry for him, pushing back against his slow thrusts into her slit — that the tears from earlier in their escapades resurfaced, streaming down her face.

he knew she was crying, but until there was an apology for calling him a slut, there wouldn’t be any letting up on her.

lando continued to thrust forward, her whimpers quiet and low. so, in aid of not being able to hear her, he slipped two fingers inside of her weeping entrance — pumping them hard and deep with no warning.

her slick was dripping onto his dick, coating it in a warmth as it slid back and forth though her folds. the previous stimulation of being buried deep inside of her throat helped him get close quickly, and he could tell she was close by the way her hips jerked when he scissored his fingers apart.

but he was closer than she was, and a sick though passed through his head and into his movements.

the brit pulled his fingers from her, grabbing his cock and pumping it on top of her ass. he let out a guttural groan, shooting thick webs of cum over her perfect ass and picturesque back — “fuck, stay there.”

she sobbed and whined out as his fingers left her hole, feeling empty without his digits stuffed deep inside of her.

he leaned down off of the bed and fished his phone out of his pants pocket, before repositioning himself as before.

“let me take a photo, yeah, baby?” lando asked roughly. “look so fucking pretty like this.”

she hummed, pushing her ass up toward him. flicking to the camera, he placed his hand on her lower ribcage, pulling her marked body back toward him, and snapped a photo.

“lando,” lily whimpered, thighs shaking a little at the loss of her much needed high.

“i’m sorry, what was that, lils?” he asked condescendingly, flipping her from her tummy onto her back. “wanna repeat that?”

“lan,” she murmured, lower lip caught between her teeth.

“oh, pretty baby,” lando teased, leaning over her so their faces met. “shoulda’ though ‘bout what you wanted before you decided to be a bitch.”

“i’m sorry,” she murmured. “didn’t mean it, promise, ‘m so sorry, lan.”

“there she is,” lando switched, his whole mentality flipped based on a few words. “there’s my pretty girl.”

“‘m sorry,” she repeated, tears streaming down her face.

“i know you are, i know you didn’t mean it.” he reassured her, pressing soft kisses to the tear stains on her cheeks. “tell me what you need, and i’ll give it to you, angel.”

the addition of the please popped on the end sealed the deal for him, and he nodded, gently connecting their lips as to say — sorry for being a prick.

“mouth, need your mouth.” she nodded quickly, “please.”

“mhm, there’s my good girl.” he praised, nodding at her as he gazed into her soul.

lando pressed kisses down from her throat, through the valley of her breasts, over her tummy, and softly began his mission to bring his girlfriend— no, best friend into a world of mind-bending pleasure.

“open up for me baby,” he asked softly, placing his hands on her inner thighs.

she spread her legs shakily, letting him have full access to her slick pussy.

lando flattened his tongue against her pussy, groaning against her as he lapped up her juices. he circled her clit, pressing his thumb into her entrance to tease her.

she clenched around him, moaning softly as he closed his lips around her clit, gently sucking it as he replaced his thumb with two thick fingers, sliding into her tight heat with a little resistance. lily whined, clenching around his digits as he set the same pace he had previously kept.

“lan…” she let out a guttural groan, eyes rolling back. “fuck— gonna cum…”

it was embarrassing how quickly she came, inner walls convulsing around his fingers, legs shaking, liquid gushing from her and a large portion of it spraying into his mouth.

he whined into her pussy pathetically, drinking her up without hesitation. “so pretty,” he murmured, toying with her clit as her hips bucked away from him.

“my pretty girl.”

-

the morning drew in, and the tanned arms around her body stayed here, tightening every now and again.

“morning.” he said groggily, lifting his head from the crook of her neck.

“good morning.” she yawned softly.

“i’m um… sorry, about yesterday.” lando began softly, “just um… i just didn’t like you and lewis, and i went the wrong way about it completely, i‘m sorry,” he sighed, blinking at the girl. “i shouldn’t have been with callie, i went there with you, not her.”

“it’s okay, lan, really, i overreacted — but i promise you, nothing is there with me and lewis, he’s just a friend i promise.” lily reassured him, gently carding her fingers through his soft curls.

“i know, i was being a twat.” he pursed his lips. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay, i promise.” she nodded softly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“why don’t we make an agreement?” lando suggested. “while we’re doing this, there’s no one else. we’re like… exclusive to each other.”

a soft blush spread across her face, and she smiled at the boy wrapped around her.

“yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

-

god this one was actually so hard to write i almost died — more coming soon!

[brujaluas]

How you imagine your relationship? How it will actually be?

Pile 1

how do you imagine the relationship

you imagine your next relationship being something very traditional, calm and serene, the kind you see in romance stories, getting to know each other in a traditional and old-fashioned way, without social media, as if you were walking down the street or at a public event and your eyes met with your loved one and you would never be apart again, a poetic relationship (cute, I'm not kidding you okay)…

how it will really be

(even I'm curious now)

intriguing, I see it being a 360 degree turn, like, you're going to meet someone or to meet someone, you need to abandon this idea of ​​how you imagine your next relationship. I see a cycle ending, maybe it's like "before I liked bad boys and now I want someone with a nerdy style" (just an example), the person you're going to be in a relationship with will change your perception of what you want in a relationship a lot, it's a very different person from what you imagined, as I said, it will change your perception about relationships and your ideal type a lot.

Pile 2

how do you imagine the relationship

do you imagine your relationship with someone older, a mature person who has lived a good life, hm, worrying, some here, in fact the vast majority, think that a relationship is a type of sacrifice, where you have to give a lot of yourself, and that it is normal for some things in a relationship to hurt, really, I also think that loving is painful, it doesn't matter if it is a healthy or reciprocal relationship, loving someone is being vulnerable and being vulnerable in the world we live in is something really insane, but I don't think it is a sacrifice, sometimes it is, but I feel that many of these people ended up growing up living alongside toxic couples and this ended up causing you a distorted view of a relationship, marriage (we are talking about marriage here), like, loving is painful (at least for me), but it is not normal to give up everything you wanted in life for the sake of a relationship or going to bed crying every day, you don't need to marry an older person, or live a relationship like that, you don't need to be like your parents, or couples.

how it will really be

hm, system failure someone messed up here, haha ​​just joking and trying to relax you!

But look, I don't see a relationship with another person in a future for you, I see you very lost in your own mind, in your own illusions, in your own imaginations, and you will have a relationship, but it will be with yourself, you will work a lot with your feminine energy, you will take care of it, and be lucky in that, there is a song that I really like that goes like this "neither for you, nor for anyone, I will NOT give up my plans, I want to know much more than my 20 years", this song resonates so much with you! There is no problem at all in being a single person, don't outsource yourself! (some of you here came from restrictive families)

Pile 3

How do you imagine your relationship

Similar to pile 2, if you want to read it, well, imagine your relationship as a form of duty, it is a duty to be in a relationship or marriage, I did this reading without thinking much about marriage, but this energy came through a lot, you imagine your own relationship and relationships themselves as something difficult, laborious, and with difficult conversation, it is as if to have a relationship for you in your perception you need to isolate yourself from everything and everyone and live only for the sake of this relationship, wake up my dear, it is 2025!!!

How will it really be?

Hehehehehehehehehehehehe

That is interesting!

You will meet a person with a very strong masculine energy and will be a very lucky person in life, smart, in fact, they have learned how to be lucky, how to make life give them luck, they will be faithful and companionable people, and your guardians, like bodyguards, you will realize that your vision of relationships could be a little debugged, like, in this relationship that you will have, this person will be an excellent friend and companion, I see a lot of a vibe of best friends more than lovers, but I will not lie, it is as if it were a platonic relationship not platonic, anyway, whatever the dynamics or nature, this person will show you that having a relationship is not the same as you imagine, will show you that it can be very positive to cultivate this…

[steddieas-shegoes]

if you love me right, then who knows?

for @steddiesongfics inspired by the song Juno by Sabrina Carpenter

also on ao3

rated e, 18+, minors dni | 1,782 words | cw: unprotected sex | tags: friends with benefits, dom/sub implications, dom eddie, sub steve, top eddie, bottom steve, breeding kink, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, love confessions, idiots in love

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Steve knows better than to be seen with Eddie in public. Word will get back to his parents and he’ll be shipped off to a cousin’s house or some university states away that he wouldn’t have gotten into without bribery involved.

He only sees him late at night, at his trailer or in the woods, and he makes sure his car is hidden or parked a good distance away.

He gets fucked good.

Eddie knows every button to push, every word to say, every name that gets under his skin.

Well, except for one thing. One thing Steve would never tell him about.

***

He is desperate to get fucked in his own bed. Like, if he could be wet for it, he would be. Actually, he is a little wet for it. His dick is leaking, rubbing against his boxers uncomfortably.

Eddie is busy tonight or so he says, had to cancel their not-date at the last minute after Steve was already a little worked up from thinking about Eddie holding him down in his backseat and fucking him, not letting him come until he’d already gotten off. He could get himself off, but Eddie didn’t say he could.

And he always listens to what Eddie says.

There’s a tap on his window and he jumps. A shadow passes and he hopes it’s the tree branch that he keeps meaning to get trimmed.

Another tap. Steve gets out of bed and rushes over to the window.

If he’s gonna die, he’s gonna face the killer head on.

“Jesus, Stevie, it’s freezing. Can you unlock the window faster before I lose the dick you love so much?”

Steve does as Eddie asks because he always does. Cold immediately seeps into the room, following Eddie like a shadow.

He kicks off his boots and throws off his jacket as Steve closes and locks the window.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He whisper-yells.

“My appointment canceled! I figured you could still use a goodnight fuck,” Eddie’s charming smile usually wins him over, but his heart’s still racing and he feels a shiver wrack through his body. Eddie’s smile falls. “Or not?”

“I’m not gonna be your second choice, Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie!” Steve takes a deep breath. His mom is asleep in her room, probably passed out from too much wine. “You can’t just show up to fuck me because you’re bored!”

Eddie crowds him against the bay window.

“You think I came here because I’m bored?” Eddie grits out between his teeth. He’s mad.

Steve likes getting under his skin a little.

“You think I’d ever choose to meet other people in the woods for anything other than selling drugs to buy you nice things? You think I wouldn’t spend every waking second buried in you if I could?” Eddie’s breath is hot against Steve’s parted lips, his eyes nearly black. “You think I’m not always thinking about being with you?”

Steve gulps. He shakes his head.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me, do you?”

He doesn’t. Or he doesn’t let himself think that far. He convinces himself he’s just the best fuck Eddie has, not that he’s actually special to him.

“You have no idea how bad I wanna take you away from here, find us a cozy little house, find a real job. I’d give you everything,” Eddie’s hand wraps around his neck, fingertips resting against his pulse. “A ring, an RV, a white picket fence, 2.5 kids. Anything.”

Steve whimpers.

“Don’t tease me,” Steve says. He doesn’t like this kind of teasing.

Eddie’s lips are bruising against his, and his hand tightens around his throat. Steve knows what to do if he doesn’t want this.

He moans into the kiss.

“Not teasing. You’ve got me so wrapped around your finger and you don’t even fuckin’ realize it,” Eddie growls against his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. “Wanna give you everything. Anything. Name it, it’s yours.”

Steve feels lightheaded as he answers, “Want a baby, gimme a baby.”

“Yeah? You want me to knock you up?” Eddie plays along because he’s a good sport, even if he doesn’t mean all this, even if he’s just playing a game with Steve. “Bet your parents would hate that. Their precious angel unwed and pregnant with the local drug dealer’s baby.”

Steve can’t think, can only nod as Eddie pushes him down so he’s sitting on the bench of the window. He’s leaning over him, towering in the darkness of the room.

“You’d be the perfect little housewife, wouldn’t you? Probably drop to your knees the second I get home from work, supper on the stove, belly so round you’d need help getting back up,” Eddie grins against his neck, he feels his teeth against his pulse. “Maybe I’d fuck you so full, you’d have twins. How many you want me to give you, baby?”

Steve moans again, and Eddie covers his mouth with his hand. Steve’s dick jumps in his boxers.

“Hush. We can’t wake your mom up. Not until I’m done filling you up.”

“But-“ Steve’s gonna play into this. It may be the only time he gets to experiment with this thing that’s been nagging at him for weeks, months. “Will you still wanna fuck me once you’ve knocked me up?”

He knows he sounds ridiculous, knows he probably looks ridiculous with his round eyes and pouty lips. Eddie likes when he gets like this, though.

“Baby, I’m never gonna wanna stop.”

He’s naked seconds later, legs thrown over Eddie’s shoulder as he eats him out on his knees. For all the talk of Steve kneeling, Eddie’s always the first to worship. Steve’s head falls back against the cold glass of the window, sharp enough to remind him he needs to be quiet.

Eddie’s licking into him, pushing fingers in until Steve’s squirming so much he’s nearly bent in half.

“Need you,” he pants. “Fill me up. C’mon, please.”

His back and neck will be sore tomorrow, but he’s used to compromising positions. At least there’s a cushion under his ass.

“I’m gonna give you what you need,” Eddie slides his cock into Steve as he talks. No condom; it would ruin the illusion. They go without every time now. They didn’t really talk about it, but Steve knows Eddie takes safety seriously. He wouldn’t do this if he was worried about anything. “Gonna fuck you ‘til it takes.”

Steve whines as Eddie drills into him, not giving him any time to adjust. He likes it like this; hard and fast. There’s less time to think about how much he loves him.

He gets lost in it, like he always does, letting his mind wander to the possibilities that aren’t really there. He wonders what would happen if he could get pregnant. Would Eddie still play into this so much? Would he let him?

Eddie’s hand on his cock takes him from his thoughts.

“Look at me.” Steve does. He loves him, he hates what’s coming. “You’re gonna come first. Heard it helps.”

Steve keeps playing along because this is what he wanted. Isn’t it?

He wanted to explore this strange part of him, and Eddie didn’t even know before tonight, but he’s playing his part like he’s coming for an Oscar. Maybe he’s into it, too.

“C’mon, precious boy,” Eddie hums against his lips before he kisses him. “Come for me.”

It’s the way he says it, precious boy. Like Steve is precious. Like he loves him, too.

Steve’s legs are shaking as Eddie’s hips stutter and stop, his cock pulsing inside him. He feels some of his cum dripping, somehow escaping despite how tight he is. His neck is bent at a weird angle and it aches, but he’s not gonna be the first to stop this.

Eddie always is.

Eddie kisses his chest, right above where his heart is trying to beat through his skin. It’s softer than Steve’s expecting.

He pulls out and helps Steve up, walks him to the bed. Steve doesn’t want him to leave, but knows he won’t stay.

Eddie watches him, Steve can feel his attention through his closed eyes. It’ll be gone soon, so he basks in it, rests one hand on his stomach and one above his head.

Eddie breathes out shakily.

His hand comes down to cover Steve’s over his stomach.

“Think it worked?”

Steve’s eyes shoot open. His heart stops.

“Don’t tease me, seriously,” Steve sounds breathless, a little scared.

Eddie leans down to kiss his forehead. “I’m not teasing you. Didn’t know you were into this.”

“Me either,” Steve admits, still shocked this is how his night’s going.

“I meant it, ya know.”

“What?”

“All of it. I’d give you anything. If you wanted a dozen kids, I’d find a way to start tonight,” Eddie swallows around the words, sounding and looking more nervous by the second. “I’d steal you away and we’d live in some rundown apartment until we saved up enough to buy a house a few towns over. I’d build a swingset in the yard and plant flowers for you to look at.”

Steve giggles, rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to keep-“

“Steve.” Eddie’s tone makes him shut up. “I need you to listen to me.”

“Okay,” he’s so quiet, he isn’t even sure he spoke it aloud.

“I meant it. I want you tonight, and tomorrow, and the rest of the tomorrows I’ve got, which will never be enough. I wanna figure out how to make a life for both of us.”

Steve has to be dreaming. Eddie’s fingers tighten around his.

“You climbed on my roof,” Steve says dumbly. He just realized Eddie’s never come to his house, never taken that step before. It felt like crossing a line. “You came to me.”

“And in you.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but a weight is lifting from his chest, a smile growing on his face.

“You meant it.”

“I wanna have more than backseats of cars and behind a tree. I want you always, everywhere, any way I can have you,” Eddie lifts his hand and kisses his fingertips. “All the ways I can have you.”

Steve’s already given himself in more ways than Eddie even realizes. He belongs to Eddie, has belonged to him for a while.

“Then have me. I’m right here. Been right here.”

Eddie stays. It’s probably not smart because his mom’s been known to walk into his room much too early to ask stupid questions about his plans for the day.

It’s hard to think about that when Eddie’s wrapped around him, keeping him from falling anywhere but deeper in love.

[viasdreams]

Nightwalker ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ~ what if she wants to peg you?

you anxiously scratched at the scar on your hand while waiting for hyuck to arrive. your anxiety over this entire situation caused you to leave for your agreed meeting spot, the park, a whole thirty minutes early. a part of you wanted to be able to get comfortable with your surroundings for a bit before he showed, (you were anything but comfortable at the moment, but it was worth a shot) and another wanted to scope out a bench next to a trashcan just in case your nerves made you throw up.

in your head, you ran through all the possible ways this conversation could go. best case scenario, he takes everything really well and you guys remain good friends. worst case scenario, both of you end up doubled over your meticulously chosen trashcan, fighting to not puke on the other. you weren't sure how that would ever actually happen, but then again you were here to end things with your almost vampire boyfriend, so clearly the world likes to fuck with you.

you stared into the trees as you thought some more, the scratching becoming more fervent by the second when a cold hand grabbed your wrist.

hyuck.

he gave you a small smile, placing your hand on the bench away from the other as he sat.

you kept your gaze trained in front of you, you couldn't look at him if you tried.

his presence was overwhelming. you could handle him over text or in your head, but being with him was different. none of your scenarios account for the intense wave of emotions you were going to feel.

"sorry to just grab you like that, i know that was a weird way to say hello." hyuck let out a small laugh as he spoke but it quickly faded when he saw your stiff demeanor and a deafening silence fell over the two of you.

your mind raced, struggling to work through the fog caused by the boy to your left. you must have been stuck like this for quite a while because it wasn't until he cleared his throat that you realized he was waiting for you to speak first.

"hi," you mumbled, still refusing to look at him.

"hi," hyuck replied, concern bleeding through his tone.

you took a deep breath, deciding that you could no longer prolong the inevitable.

"i'm going to explain everything, no more lies or secrets, but i need you to not say anything until i'm done."

your words came out quickly, you weren't sure if hyuck even understood any of it. this idea was further supported by his lack of a response.

slowly, you turned to face him, "is that okay?"

hyuck blankly gazed back at you, an expression that caught you extremely off guard.

maybe he really didn't hear you.

"hyuck is that okay?" you repeated.

a slight smug look crossed his face, "oh, i can respond to that?"

you suppressed an eye-roll as you answered, "yes, you can respond to that."

"phew okay, yeah thats cool. tell me whatever you need to, i'll listen." he gave you a sad but reassuring smile as he spoke.

you returned the smile, "thank you."

the mood between you was much lighter after your exchange and you felt bad that you were about to ruin it. it might be the last time you were ever on somewhat good terms with him and you couldn't even soak it in properly.

but you promised to tell him everything.

and so you do.

you tell him how much fun you were having with him the past month and about how much you like him.

you tell him about realizing the reality of his immorality and how your own immortality is what caused you to freak out.

you tell him why you lied about being home and about your inability to face this issue.

you tell him about your conversation with renjun.

and you tell him that things can't continue with him.

true to his word, hyuck doesn't interrupt you once. he barely even reacts outside of moving your hand back down after you mindlessly start scratching it again.

you fall back into silence while you wait for him to say something. the post confession relief is actually rather nice, so you don't mind the quiet too much this time. you almost get lost in it when hyuck's voice pulls you back.

"did i ever tell you how i became a vampire?"

that was not at all what you were expecting him to say. in your head, he usually responded with something along the lines of "i totally understand yn, i forgive you", or "you're mortal scum, i hate you". this was something you didn't plan for.

"i uh-", you stuttered while you tried to recall, "i don't think so, no."

hyuck hummed softly, "it was back in early august. mark and i had been friends since we were teenagers, really good friends at that. one day i walked into his apartment and saw him sucking the throat of a squirrel in an almost animalistic craze. turns out he hadn't eaten in a few days and forgot i was coming over."

"wait," you interruppted, "how did you not know something was off about him if you were friends for years. he doesn't age, did you not find it weird that he looked twenty-five at fifteen?"

he shook his head and laughed, "well i always knew he was a little older than me, and he was the only canadian person i knew so i thought all people from canada were just fast developers. plus he has a young face, he could mostly pass for eighteen." he punctuated his sentence with a shrug before continuing.

"mark explained everything to me, but all i remember getting out of it was that he could turn me. i begged him to make me like him. i think i even got on my knees and kissed his feet at one point, i wanted it that bad. he tried to get me to at least sleep on the decision, but my heart was set. i needed to be a vampire."

"did you have any doubts?" you asked.

hyuck exaggeratedly exhaled, "of course not."

your eyebrows knitted together. how did he not struggle with the same decision you were killing yourself over? how was it so easy for him?

"do you regret it?" you finally ask.

"well i have a lot of regrets, yeah," he sighed, "for starters, i have to live on the same earth as jaemin until the sun explodes."

you laugh at his complaint and he smiles back at you.

"i also really miss getting drunk, like really, really miss it." he dramatically throws his head back for emphasis.

"did we ever try drinking my blood while i was drunk to see if it gets you drunk?"

"you tried to get me to do that but i just kissed you instead remember," hyuck said, shyly. if he could blush, you're sure his face would be red.

"right," you replied. although most of that night was hazy, the memory of his lips was perfectly clear.

a few moments passed before he spoke again, "i don't regret it though, becoming a vampire i mean. i wouldn't have met you if i was still human."

you could feel the heat in your cheeks intensify. why was he making this so complicated?

"yn?"

"yeah?"

"i'm going to say something but you can't say anything while i do, is that okay?"

avoiding the earlier issue with this question, you nod.

hyuck stared into your eyes, seemingly unsure if he should actually go forward with what he wanted to say.

"i don't know what I'm doing," he laments after a while.

"i'm new to all of this, vampirism and relationships. i know it's hard to believe but i've never been huge with the ladies."

despite your efforts to fight it, your lips curl up slightly at his statement.

"okay maybe it's not that hard to believe, but still. what i'm trying to say is don't stress so much about not knowing what to do because i'm right there with you. there's only one thing i'm sure about right now."

you look at him expectantly.

he moved his hand to yours, intertwining his fingers with yours before proceeding.

"i'm sure that i love you yn."

before you could fully react to his confession, hyuck lets go of your hand and is doubled over with the balls of his hands pressed into his eyes.

"are you ok?" you ask, bending down to be level with his face.

holding his hand out, he replies, "yeah im good, i just can't believe i said it like that, that was so cringe oh my god. it was way cooler in my head i swear."

you giggle at his embarrassment, lightly swatting at his hand.

'you're always cringe hyuck."

he sits back up, "maybe i am, but you like it."

"yeah, maybe i do." you say, a hint of sadness in your voice.

"i meant it though, i love you yn. and I know that probably doesn't change anything but i just wanted you to know."

tears suddenly prick at the corners of your eyes. it suddenly felt like you were making the wrong decision.

"whatever you choose, i'll support you okay? as long as you're happy, that's all i want."

his eyes betrayed his words, they were pleading with you, begging you not to leave.

"hyuck," you paused, trying not to choke on your words, "i love you too. i want to be with you so badly but i'm scared. what happens to us if i don't want to turn? what happens if i turn and then regret it, i don't want to do that to you."

"we'll figure it out. this isn't something we need to know now, we're still young, we have time." hyuck pulled you into his chest, rubbing small circles on your back.

"you're always going to be young though, that's the issue," you muttered into his jacket.

"yeah, physically speaking, i'll always be a hot young stud, but i'll grow emotionally. look at mark, he's ninety-four and he sure fucking acts like it sometimes. i'm sure i'll start behaving more maturely eventually too."

hyuck pulled you back by your shoulders to look at you.

"yn, i want to be with you. even if you someday realize you don't want to be with me, and its only a for a short time, i still want it. i want to figure this out with you, if that's what you want."

he gently wipes the few tears that fell off your cheeks.

"i want that too hyuck." you nod, leaning into his touch.

"yeah?" his eyes search your face for any doubts.

he doesn't find any.

"yeah."

he lets out the biggest sigh of relief you've ever heard.

"oh thank god, i was so scared you were going to say no and that things were going to be so weird and awkward. bless up, this is awesome!" he starts pumping his hands into the air in celebration.

"hyuck you're supposed to kiss me now," you say, impatiently.

his celebration stop as quickly as it started, "oh shit, right, my bad."

he places one hand on the back of your neck and the other back on your cheek as he pulls you in.

as you fall into the kiss, your mortality worries seem far away and all you can feel is him.

and his lips are warmer than you remember.

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[myloveer0]

Beg teacher..

Ambessa medarda x Fem!reader x Sevika

🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️

⚠️warning contain smut⚠️

Summary: As a high school teacher, you were conducting a private parent meeting for two of your mischievous students. However, the moment you glanced at their parents—a pair of stunning, sophisticated older women sitting in your office—you felt an immediate wave of regret.

Forgive me for taking so long to update. My exams and projects have been driving me insane. I feel like I rushed this. Happy reading!!

Part III (Final)

Ambessa’s chuckle rumbled deep in her chest, the sound reverberating through you as her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over your collarbone. “Calm yourself, little one,” she murmured, “You’re trembling.”

How could you not? When two undeniable hot woman beside you eating up your personal space. The barely banked heat in their gaze, flaring hotter by every second.

Sevika, still at your side, had begun to undo the buttons of your blouse with a patience that made the act all the more unbearable. One by one, the fabric loosened, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as she undid the first button, then the second—

You shut your eyes, turning your face away.

...

But then… nothing.

Your brows meet. Confused. The absence of movement made you hesitate. A heavy silence settled between the three of you. Slowly, you opened your eyes, only to find them both watching you.

Assessing. Waiting.

Sevika’s grip loosened, and Ambessa’s touch, though still warm against your skin, no longer roamed as freely.

“If you don’t want this, we won’t force you. We’d never force ourselves on you—especially after everything you’ve done for us.” Sevika murmured, her voice lower now, almost hesitant.

Your stomach flipped. You wanted to protest. You were expected them to jump you, to rip off your clothes and fuck you against your office table surface. You didn’t expect them to give you a choice. An escape. And in a rational thing to do, is to take it.

And yet…

They were wrong.. You had never been this aroused in your entire life. They had no idea what they had done to you. Enough to make you abonden your morals. You knew the right answer, the responsible one—the one that would keep you on the right side of the line. But that line had already blurred the moment their hands made a move.

And yet…you were touched by their restraint. That they weren’t actually forcing their way to you—they wanted you willing, unraveling, lost in their hands of your own accord.

And perhaps that was the most dangerous part.

Because you didn’t want them to stop. Too needy to stop.

Heat surged to your cheeks, and you looked away, pulse hammering. Your voice was barely above a whisper when you muttered, “I… I didn’t say you should stop.”

Silence.

Then—two smirks.

Sevika’s the corner of her mouth lifting in satisfaction. Ambessa’s, however, was something else entirely.

The older woman leaned in, her breath ghosting over your ear as she whispered, “Then ask for it.”

Your stomach twisted, realizing what she meant “I—”

Ambessa tutted, the sound sending a shiver down your skin. “Beg, teacher.”

Your breath hitched. You wanted to submit—God, you needed to. Desire burned through you, searing away any hesitation. You were past the point of reason, past caring about consequences.

You wanted to be bad, to be dirty. To let them do anything they wanted to you. This wouldn’t last forever—you knew that. But right now, you didn’t care. Right now, you’d take whatever they were willing to give. And you’d beg for more.

Sevika chuckled beside you, her grip firming once more around your chest, thumb stroking over your pulse point. “Go on,dove” she murmured. “Let’s hear you say it.”

You bit your lip, pride warring against the undeniable need burning inside you. The weight of their attention pressed against your skin, scorching, relentless. And when Ambessa’s fingers began to slid just a little higher up to your thigh.

“Shi-.'' You moaned.

"Beg," Ambessa commanded, her voice rich and smooth, like silk wrapping around your senses. You look into her caramal eyes full of desire. "I want to hear it properly."

You swallowed hard, heat burning through every inch of your skin. You already felt so exposed, so utterly at their mercy, but you wanted—needed—more.

"Please," you whispered, a desperate moan slipping out as Ambessa’s fingers hovered mere inches from where you craved them most.

You clenched your fists, your pulse pounded in your ears, every second stretching unbearably long. Sevika’s fingers ghosted along the buttons of your blouse again, her touch lingered just at the edge, barely grazing the swell of your exposed skin through the parted fabric.

A shudder wracked through you as her fingertips traced over the curve of your cleavage.. A smirk tugged at her lips as she felt the way you trembled beneath her touch.

Your lips parted, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out. "P-please… do anything you want to me. I don’t care anymore… just—please touch me."

Their concern melted into something far more wicked. Ambessa smirked, her fingers ghosting along your jaw. Your breath escapes in a shudder and you fight not to lean into her. Your not exactly helpless, not being held down, but the feeling is there all the same. Like your a toy for them to play with, a doll here only for their amusement and pleasure.

  At the thought, desire lights you up like you never seen before

“You heard her,” Ambessa murmured, amusement threading through her voice. “She doesn’t want us to stop.”

Sevika smirked, “Then we won’t.”

Sevika immediately undid the rest of your buttons, parting your blouse to reveal the delicate lace of your bra. You inhaled sharply, heat crawling up your skin as her eyes darkened.

''You look so beautiful.. dove'' Sevika said before dipping in to drag the fragile fabric down and bare your tits. Her fingers immedietly cup, squeezing and pinching both of your nipples and you jerk back against her, fighting down a moan. Your panting with desire as she circles your nipples until they pebble to hard points. It doesn’t change the fact that Ambessa watching this only makes it a thousand times hotter.

“Have you even been with a woman before?” Sevika eyes lock on yours.

You swallowed hard. C-can't focus enough'' “Y-yes… once.”

Sevika and Ambessa exchanged a pleasant look.

“Go on,” Sevika prompted, voice low, coaxing.

You hesitated, feeling as if you were confessing a sin. You cannot think straight with Sevika playing on your nipples. “I-It was from my neighborhood… A middle-aged single mother. H-her husband cheated and abandoned her. She was lonely, and I— I helped her relieve some stress.”

A slow, approving hum rumbled in Ambessa’s throat. “Naughty child,” she murmured, her grip on your waist tightend. “Not what I expected from our innocent teacher. So, you like older women, hmm?”

You sucked in a breath. You couldn’t meet their gazes, knowing all too well the heat, the amusement—perhaps even the hunger—lurking in their eyes. Instead, you nodded, they were gravely satisfied at your unexpected kind of response.

Sevika smirked, “And not just any older women. You want to be overpowered. Tossed around. Fucked senseless by women who can ruin you.”

You gasped at her words, at how your own desires were laid bare—exposed and undeniable. A deep, shameful moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You didn't correct or deny her, which only confirmed their assumption.

Ambessa chuckled, her voice curling around you like smoke. She looked devastatingly beautiful—no, not just her, but both of them are.

“That’s what you were thinking when you first saw us, wasn’t it?” Her fingers drifted lazily along your thigh, grazing over your heated skin with an infuriating lightness. “A woman straight out of your fantasies—something out of those magazines you’ve stashed away.”

Your breath hitched, shame and arousal twisting into a knot deep in your stomach.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she murmured, “How your eyes widened in realization when you first saw us… Not just some normal typical parents, but a pair of powerful women—big, strong, and more than capable of handling a little thing like you. Answer me, child”

You desperately nodded in response to Ambessa, overwhelmed by arousal and dizziness. Their words alone was like enough to make you come, the effect they had on you undeniable. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind spinning.

Sevika hummed in agreement, “Turns out our sweet little teacher isn’t so innocent after all.”

You were moaning, helpless under Sevika’s touch until a firm hand suddenly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up.

“Come.. child” Ambessa’s voice was low,

Before you could even process her words, her lips crashed onto yours in a deep, claiming kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

A whimper escaped you—soft, needy. Her lips was soft. And so so good and sweet just like you expect her to be. She taste like expensive wine. Her lips moved against yours, coaxing your tongue to dance with hers. God, the way she kissed you made your toes curl, your thighs clenching around. She was practically devouring your mouth while cupping your jaw to angle your head exactly where she wants it so she can plunge deep.

Ambessa pulled away, leaving a thin trail of saliva still connecting your lips.

“Look at you… so submissive,” she mused, her voice laced with satisfaction. “This is what you want, isn’t it, teacher?”

You barely hesitated before nodding, eyes dark with lust. Your ability to talk was been taken from you ever since they started to devoured you.

Her smirk deepened. “Such perfect timing… Sevika and I have been looking for a plaything.”

Your drew a sharp breath. “D-did I pass…?”

Ambessa humed, a rich, indulgent sound. “Oh, you passed so well.”

Then—movement. A sudden shift as firm hands guided you.

You nearly yelped as Sevika grab your ass and lifted you effortlessly onto the desk, her strength undeniable. Before you could fully process it, she push you down, parting your legs with ease placing herself between—leaving you utterly beneath their heated gazes. Your cheeks burned, a flush creeping down your neck. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs, but firm hands stopped you—one from each side.

Realization struck like lightning. You were laid out on your own office desk. The door loomed ahead of you, locked— the school was not practically empty yet anyone could have walked in. Your co-teacher, janitor or even your student. And the thought of being caught—of someone seeing you like this, with two powerful women claiming you—only made you hornier.

“W-Wait, this is embarrassing…” you protested, voice barely above a breath.

Ambessa chuckled,. “Oh, little one…. It’s far too late for second thoughts now.”

Your legs squirmed as Sevika’s fingers skillfully worked the zipper of your pencil skirt. You couldn’t help but bite your lip with anticipation.

Then—she dragged the fabric up, slow and deliberate, skirt up around your waist and panties dangling loosely from one ankle to give them free access to your now bare pussy.

A shiver ran down your spine.

Then—a sharp slap. A startled moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it. Ambessa just slap your needy pussy! The sting bloomed across your cunt. sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. You felt your pussy started to get even wetter at what she did.

"Stay still, little one," Ambessa’s voice was firm, authoritative.

You tried—God, you tried—but with both of them so close, so intent on you, staying steady was impossible.

Sevika then started tracing you with her fingers, teasing you, examining you. “Fuck.. your pussy looks so good. Tell me what this pretty wet pussy needs, dove. Ask us properly and we’ll give it to you.”

You can’t catch your breath, can’t figure out what answer should you give. In the end, you can only tell the truth. “T-touch me.. Make me come... fuck me.. Please. i can't take it anymore..”

Their hand shifts instantly and cups your pussy. We exhale shakily. Having both of their strong fingers together touching… you cry out. ''Fuck!''

"You like that, huh?" Ambessa murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You're dripping, little one. And look at you..." She let out a low chuckle as she presses a finger into your pussy with slow, teasing strokes. "You're moving your hips, chasing our touch. Were you this wet for us? little one ”

“Y-yes,” you moan. You writhe back, trying to take them deeper. “I wanted both of your fingers so bad.”

Ambessa’s smirked and comply, her hot fingers parted your lips taking her time exploring your entrance before diving two fingers inside making you moan louder. Meanwhile, Sevika’s grip tightened as she tugged at your sensitive clit, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. Your head tipped back, a continuos moan spilling free, unrestrained.

You couldn’t help but squirm—too much!

Two pairs of strong, massive hands from butch femme older woman explored your pussy like it were their new favorite toy, teasing and claiming in tandem. Ohh .... The overwhelming sensation had you trembling, your body arching into their touch. They were driving you insane!

Then—suddenly—a hand covered your mouth.

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Shh…” Sevika voice was a low, “I know it feels amazing, dove, but keep yourself quiet… unless you want us to get caught.”

A thrill shot through you at her warning. You didn't even realize you were moaning so loud. Heat climb out your cheeks. Heart pounding, you nodded obediently, swallowing down another desperate moan.

...

Both of your hands on your mouth, desperately trying to suppress the moans threatening to spill out. Their fingers worked you mercilessly, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your trembling body. Your slickness coated their digits.

Just a minute ago, you were conducting a personal parent-teacher meeting with the parents of your two most mischievous students. That was what you were supposed to be doing. And yet, here you are pressed against your desk as they break your pussy relentlesly.

You had told yourself that you were a professional. That you would never allow anything inappropriate to happen in your office—especially in school. But that promise had long since you stumble upon like Ambessa and Sevika.

How could you resist? These two women—gorgeous, beautiful, and utterly smoking hot—felt like beings carved from myth, like Greek goddesses descending upon and you were just a mere helpless mortal. You felt lucky enough that they grace you with their attention.

Ambessa pushed another fingers inside your pussy, fast and deliberate, stretching you open with ease. A wicked smirk played on her lips as she watched you struggle to stay silent. Your spine buckle coudn't lay straight any longer and let your head fall back against the desk.

Not to be outdone, Sevika suddenly slid in two of her own, filling you alongside Ambessa, their combined movements leaving you utterly helpless. Stretching you wider than you can handle. They were practically degrading your pussy together. They keep on pushing more with those wide strong fingers against your G-spot combining works on your clit with their other hand. One of Sevika’s hands remained possessively on your breast.

Above you, the ceiling blurred from your vision, lost in the overwhelming sensation of their hands began stroking in and out guiding you to ruin. You moan and roll your hips as much as you can, chasing the building pressure deep inside you...your so close to coming, almost sobbing.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. That feels so fucking good. You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”

Sevika looked at you, a small smile tugging her lips. " Are you going to come?"

You bit your lip, trying not to lose control. Your hips started thrusting erratically, with a desperate need to cum. "Yesss...."

They continued making it faster, spreading your thighs wider for more access, gaze never leaving you. Then, they stopped and pulled out their hand.

The moment they stopped, a desperate whine escaped your lips. Wide, pleading eyes flicked between the two older women—eyes that felt utterly betrayed by their sudden withdrawal. Your breath came slow and shaky as you tried to steady the flicker of frustration bubbling beneath your skin. How could they just leave you like that!!?

Before you could protest, Sevika’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you forward until you were barely sitting on the edge of the desk. Your legs dangled, unsteady, but Sevika’s firm grasp on your thighs keeping your feet from touching the ground.

Your breath hitched as Ambessa slid in beside you. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you upright, while your arms instinctively clung to her delicious muscular arm for balance.

Your heart pounded as anticipation coiled tightly in your stomach.

You had a bad feeling. A deliciously bad feeling.

You watch with wide eyes as Sevika goes to her knees placing your thigh on her shoulder. She push your chair back to make room, and then she’s between your legs, her big hands spreading them wider. She exhale at the sight of your pussy. Your knew you were dripping wet. Sevika blows out a long breath directly over your clit and this time you can’t stop a little moan from slipping free.

Sevika growls. “Let me see every bit of that pretty pussy.”

 Ambessa in the side use her free hand to part your pussy, putting your on full vulgar display for them.

“Fucking beautiful” Ambessa said before she pull your sensitive clit.

“Oh my god—” Your breath, barely able to form words.

Ambessa smirked, before tipping her chin toward Sevika. “Do it.”

Sevika smirked and nodded, "Hope you'll like your reward.. dove''

Her grip on you tightening just slightly holding your gaze before she presses an open-mouth kiss to your pussy. You bite your lip hard to keep a moan inside. You slump back in the table but with ambessa holding you still you can barely move as you accept sevikas as she works you with her mouth.

Sevika laid her tongue, wide and flat at the bottom of your little pink opening and dragged it up, savoring your sweet flavor. A sharp cry of pleasure spilled from your lips, muffled as you bit down to contain it as Sevika’s tongue continue to assaulted your pussy with a barrage of relentless licks and sucking.

Ambessa didn’t let the moment slip past her. A strong hand tilted your chin, forcing you to meet her intense gaze before she claimed your mouth—tongues and teeth clashing in a kiss just shy of vicious. Dominant. Demanding. Your once depleated failed orgasm rising up once again but much more intense than last time as the two woman work together.

Your hips bucked instinctively, chasing sevika's tongue, desperate for more. A ragged moan spilled from your lips

It’s almost too much, but you don’t want to stop. You don’t ever want to stop. Your so close, but you can’t get there. Your sobbing and trying to move, but they have you too effectively wrapped up. Your helpless to do anything but take it.

Ambessa’s hands found your tits, as if savoring the shape of you beneath her fingertips. You can feel her massive hand on your breast, her thumb stroking the hardened peak of your nipple. Her lips barely left yours, stealing your breath with every kiss, deep and consuming.

Then Ambessa let go of your lips before she dips down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of your right breast before moving to the nipple. “These deserve to be worshiped.”

Ambessa took one of your perky pink nipples into her warm mouth, gently swirling her tongue around. The sensation sent rising pleasure in ripples through your body and made you grind harder against Sevika. Ambessa pinched you rother sensitive little nipple as she nibbled on the one already in her mouth her tongue feels so devastatingly hot. You cried out loudly with pleasure.

God, you felt fucking incredible. The intensity was unbearable—you could die from it, and you wouldn’t even care.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, breathless.

Ambessa lifted her head, releasing your bud with a lewd pop. She met your gaze, dark amusement flickering in her eyes.

“What a little slut you are, teacher,” she mused. “Here you are—bare, legs spread open on your own desk while we devour you... anyone could walk in.”

The filthy truth of her words sent you spiraling. The thought of being their little slut, completely at their mercy, only made you aroused more.You will be more than willing to be their little slut.

Sevika, ever impatient, let out a low muffle as she slipped two fingers inside your hot, dripping, needy wet pussy and closed her lips around your sensitive clit, applying light suction and flicking her tongue back and forth. Your almost there. And they knew it. You ripple around her fingers with pleasure with every lick, flick, and bit of suction.

"Oh god, so good—ohh, I'm coming!" Your mindlessly working yourself onto their touch. More, more, more. You need more. You don’t even care. You feel so fucking dirty, so filthy, so fucking cherished when your with them. You don’t understand it, but you can’t stop.

As much as you want to savor it longer.. it was too much, too intense. Your fingers tangled in Sevika’s hair as a sob tore from your throat, come harder than you could have thought possible. A cry escaped your lips as you orgasm, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you came. You come so hard, you shriek, your hips jerking and shamelessly rubbing against Sevika's face.

You could barely registered the way Ambessa held you steady, keeping you from collapsing entirely. You might actually black out—your mind hazy, every nerve tingling. You weren’t sure if the wetness on your skin was sweat or tears, but it didn’t matter. Your wrung out. Gloriously empty.

You couldn’t stop shaking, your body still thrumming with aftershocks, so oversensitized that even the slightest touch felt like too much. They were incredible—far beyond anything you had imagined. That was the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. Nothing compared to it, and nothing ever would.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Sevika stand, proud and smug, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. Your breath faltered as you took in the sight—your juices smeared at her from cheek to cheek, nose to chin. The hunger in her gaze hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it burned hotter. Like she wasn’t nearly satisfied enough.

"Come here," Ambessa commanded.

Sevika surprisingly complied without hesitation, stepping forward. Your breath hitched as Ambessa cupped Sevika’s jaw, pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. The sight stole the air from your lungs.

They were both so powerful, so commanding in their own ways— here they were, engaged in a slow battle of control, tasting and savoring one another, and you were caught in the middle of it. The heat in your stomach started to build once again, your pulse hammering as you watched Ambessa drag her tongue over Sevika’s lips, teasing, claiming, indulging the taste of you still lingering between them.

Oh god.

And they look so fucking good like you imagine it to be. Tall and buff women making out infront of you was chef kiss. You cross your legs hard, but it does nothing to relent the heat started to building inside you. The urge to touch yourself while they make out..

When they finally pulled apart, a string of something dark and unspoken passed between them..

“She tastes sweet,” Ambessa murmured, her gaze flickering back to you, studying you like a treasured indulgence.

Sevika smirked, her thumb brushing over her own lips. “I know, right?” she mused. “It’s addictive.”

“You’re quite the treat, little one,” Ambessa murmured. “But…” She cast a glance toward the locked door, then back to you, her smirk deepening. “A place like this hardly seems fitting for what we have in mind.”

Your breath caught. The weight of their attention made your skin tingle, your mind foggy. This was already reckless—dangerous—she wanted you. Not just her but Sevika too. And you wanted the two of them as well. This was too good just for you to just let go, the connection was to intense for you to end this like this. You wanted more and the though for this to end didn't sent well to you.

But also a sharp pang of guilt settling deep in your chest. Reality came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. This was supposed to be a parent-teacher meeting. You were supposed to be discussing the behavior of two troublesome students. And yet… it had spiraled into a threesome.

Your breath hitched as you straightened up, tugging your blouse together hastily, fingers fumbling with the buttons. You smoothed down the fabric, but the way your hands trembled slightly didn’t go unnoticed.

A firm tug at your waist startled you. You glanced front to find Sevika adjusting your skirt, pulling it down from where it had bunched up, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary before smoothing it down properly.

“There,” she murmured, low and satisfied. “Wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

Ambessa, sitting at your desk, smoothen herself down before she took it upon herself to straighten the collar of your blouse, her large hands surprisingly gentle as she brushed away any signs of dishevelment.

You swallowed, glancing between them, the weight of everything settling on your shoulders. "W-what about Jinx and Mel?" The words left you in a breathless whisper, guilt tightening in your throat. "This was supposed to be about them. I—I shouldn't have…"

You knew it was too late to feel guilty just after fucking with them a few second ago, but pretending it was nothing? That, you couldn’t stomach at all. Ambessa must have noticed the shift in your expression. Before you could spiral further, she stepped closer. She reached out, her breast pressing on your spine. You bit your lips.

"Easy," she murmured, voice low, soothing. "No need to be afraid, little one." Her thumb brushed gently over your jaw, "Breathe."

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until she said it. Slowly, you exhaled.

"You’re overthinking," she said, her voice rich and steady. "This���" she gestured between you all, her smirk never fading "—wasn't a mistake. It wasn't something forced upon you. It was something you wanted."

Your throat tightened. "B-but Jinx… Mel… I was supposed to be their teacher, i shouldn't have done this, i feel like i betrayed them for sleeping with their parents, not…" You trailed off, voice failing.

''You are their teacher," Sevika said, firm infront of you. "And you will continue to be. What happened here doesn’t change that. This isn’t some betrayal of responsibility. You made a choice. And I see no shame in that. The kids can take care of themselves..''

Ambessa nodded. "And as for us… we are grown women, capable of making decisions for ourselves. And we decided we wanted you, just as much as you wanted us."

Your breath hitched at the sincerity in her tone. They weren't manipulating you. They weren't brushing aside your concerns. They were simply offering you a truth that you hadn’t allowed yourself to believe.

“You are not doing anything wrong, little one,” Ambessa assured, her voice low and firm, grounding you. “You are not some naive child. You made a choice. And if you regret it, you can walk away now. But something tells me…” Her thumb traced the curve of your jaw, slow and deliberate. “That’s not what you want.”

You swallowed hard. She was right. You had wanted this. You still wanted this. You wanted more.

Ambessa tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. But then, her lips curled into a reassuring smirk. She leaned in, her lips hovering near your ear. “Come to my place,” she murmured. “Where no prying eyes can interrupt us. We can do more than this... we can be more. It’s the perfect Friday night. Imagine two whole days, nonstop, just the three of us, little one.”

A thrill ran through you. Your mind began to play out endless scenarios, each one more tempting than the last. Just the thought of it was driving your desire higher and higher.

Sevika smiled, step toward you enough for her breast to press on yours while Ambessa was behind your back. “Unless you prefer we stop here, teach.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears. Every logical thought screamed that this was dangerous, reckless. But your body, your heart, craved the heat of their touch, the way they looked at you like you were something to be cherished.

A shiver ran down your spine as Sevika’s thigh started to pressed between yours legs and shamelessly enough you grind meeting her movement. While Ambessa started to caress your abdomen under your blouse. You barely recognized the needy whimper that escaped your lips. Your naked cunt under your skirt once again started to drench.

You exhaled, slow and shaky, before finally whispering, “N-no… we don’t.”

FIN

(What a dream rotation! Anyway another finish project!)

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[littelovelunette]

can you pls write something like Vi and reader use to be together when they were younger but then the whole of s1 happened and they meet again bc after Caitlyn hurt Vi, Vi went to visit the brothel in one if her drunken states and had sex with reader even though she didn't realize who she was until the following morning. they have like a sorta sweet but mostly heavy angsty reconnection and vi explains everything. - tysm i loveeeee reading ur stories honestly they make my day jst better 🩷

Reunite

Thank youuu I'm glad my fics make your day better

Contains angst, smut, fingering, light oral

Violet x Reader

When you had seen Vi enter the brothel you worked at, it felt as if your heart had actually sunk to your stomach— you used to think it was just a stupid saying but, oh, was the feeling so real.

You and Vi had dated when the both of you were teenagers. You both used to once be inseparable until one day Vi disappeared without any trace. You were heartbroken and that's how you financially were impacted due to your emotional distress.

Since you were at a dire need of money, you didn't have much of a choice when you joined the brothel. It was a huge blow to your dignity and you hated how men would ogle and comment so inappropriately over your body, not to mention the horrid acts you had to perform simply to earn some cash.

Vi was so drunk when she paid to have you all to herself for the entire night. You entered the room, feeling slightly sweaty due to anticipation and nervousness.

The once teenager girl was now a very hot, muscle mommy and you felt like you had missed puberty compared to how much Vi'd changed.

"There you are," Vi cooed.

Her hand caressed the side of your face, tilting it to the side before she guided you to the bed where she gestured you to lay with a quiet command.

"Show me your cunt," she whispered.

Your legs slowly spread to expose your most sensitive part to Vi, you had hoped this would've happened differently. In a more fairytale-ish way, but life wasn't always rainbows and unicorns. You had to accept it.

Vi's breath was hot against your pussy, she licked up a bold stripe before steadying two slender fingers against your slit. She didn't wait for you to give her the go and she delved them inside causing your back to arch as you squeezed your eyes, throwing your head to the side.

"Too much?" Vi questioned.

"N-no, keep going," you responded.

Vi's fingers twisted in all angles possible making your toes curl and uncurl. Your eyes rolled back as you whined loudly from the pleasure. You never knew she was so skilled with her fingers.

Her touch was addictive, you wanted more in a concerning manner. You needed her. You needed her badly. Your hips rutted against her fingers needily as she added a third finger, pumping inside your pussy in a rough pace making wet squelching sounds echo in the bedroom.

"Vi," you moaned her name.

Vi paused for a second, "I never told you my name."

You paused as well, freezing in place with Vi's fingers deep in your cunt but before you could respond Vi aimed another deep thrust coercing a louder moan.

"Oh, my god! Oh! I'm gonna come!" You cried out.

Vi smirked slightly, her lip scar accentuated with the smirk. Her fingers only got faster making your legs instinctively try to close. Although, you had engaged in similar acts with your other clients, Vi doing this to you felt more personal.

It felt like love.

You liked sex for once in your life.

Your eyes widened with buildings tears as you finally came undone on her fingers, Vi rode out your orgasm before she slowly pulled her fingers out.

"You can take more, right, baby?" Vi sat up straight between your legs, holding your thighs with both hands.

You nodded.

"Yes, I can..."

"Good, I don't plan on giving you a breather," Vi chuckled.

The night stretched on and you had no idea when you had passed out while Vi was relentlessly fingering your pussy, as if determined to bring every single little string of orgasm out of your pussy.

You woke with a slight pain in your lower abdomen, where your womb was. Probably from the intense orgasms you had had. You turned to the sight and the view of Vi peacefully asleep beside you met your eyes.

She looked so small and vulnerable, her eyebrow slightly furrowed even in her sleep. Her arm was draped around your waist so damn protectively.

You didn't dare move, enjoying the moment you both had in the morning. Waiting for Vi to wake up, you decided to simply appreciate the beauty of the woman. She was naked under the sheets but that didn't bother you. The long lost love of your life was sleeping next to you.

That's what mattered.

Eventually, Vi stirred and woke.

Vi's blue eyes went wide seeing you and she rushed to sit up, wincing at the hangover headache but that was the least of her worries. She mumbled your name under her breath softly, reaching a hand to hold the side of your cheek.

"Am I hallucinating?" Vi whispered.

You shook your head, "No, this is very real."

"There's so much to say," Vi said after a pause, "I don't know where to begin."

"Maybe with an apology?" You crossed your arms as you leaned against the headboard of the bed, "Apology for flaking on me?"

"I'm sorry," Vi muttered, shifting closer, "Although, I know the expiry date on my words have passed years ago."

You laughed, bittersweet, "Yeah."

There was silence.

"There's been so much without you around," Vi mumbled under her breath, "Just so much, so damn much. And I wish I could undo all the stupid things I've done."

"To me? Or without me?" You looked at her.

"Both," Vi sighed.

After a pause, she spoke again, "I dated Caitlyn Kiramman. And before you say anything, she was pretty great actually. I know it goes against all your morals and stuff, but it meant a lot to me— the relationship."

"I'm guessing it fell apart? Or am I the sidechick?" You smirked faintly.

"Yeah, we broke off," Vi looked at the floor.

There was silence again, "I know I can't undo what I've already done but I want you to know I realised my faults in all of the past, I want to make it up to you if you're open to it. Of course, no rush, take your time deciding if you even wanna stick around."

"Vi..."

You saw Vi getting up, the mattress inflating slightly as she got off it. Vi picked her clothes up and started dressing up.

"I shouldn't stay," Vi shoved her hands in her jacket, "It was toxic enough I got drunk and had sex with you. I know it's work for you so... It's probably barely consented."

Vi turned away, "I'll get going."

You got up right before she grabbed the door handle, "Wait."

You pulled Vi by the wrist and pinned her to the wall, getting on your tippy toes to kiss her. Your lips were soft against her slightly chapped ones. Vi's eyes were wide for the first few seconds but then she melted in the kiss.

She craved you.

"I do want to stick around."

"Even after all the things I've done?" Vi looked at you with newfound affection.

"Yes," you affirmed.

Vi's hands encircled around your waist, gripping you closed to herself as if afraid you'd slip in through the gaps of her fingers.

"I'll never leave you again, I promise," Vi whispered.

"I know," you leaned your head against her chest, "I trust you."

[bunnithechubs]

an extra long one as compensation for me not posting anything slate in months <3

transcript below:

S: So, what do we think about this venue for the ceremony?

D: It’s a bit small but I like it, what about you babe?

[Seph and Darius look at Penny who is silent]

S: You don’t like it…

P: Well, I don’t hate it. It’s just not giving what I wanted for the wedding. W

S: hat exactly is throwing it off for you? You wanted great views and expensive. This is literally where the Feng’s got married. You don’t even want to know how much I fought for us to even get a tour!

P: I know you worked hard for this Seph, and I appreciate. Darius and I both do, but… it’s just not sitting well with me. We can keep it in mind in case the other locations don’t work out.

S: Darius… any support here?

D: Seph, I like the place but if Penny isn’t sold then we can look elsewhere. If anyone gives you a hard time then call me. I don’t want you stressing more than you have to.

P: I can already tell you don’t like this for the ceremony but how about the reception?

D: You already know I love this place, boys love it too, so I’m sold on a reception being here.

S: Penny… thoughts?

P: Can I be honest or do you want me to be nice?

S: I would love to hear you say you love this and let me put a deposit down.

P: I can be… convinced to host the reception here. I’m just not sold on the idea of making us all travel.

S: They do receptions here all the time, they have it down to a science. If you’re worried about travel they said they can get everyone here in under an hour.

D: I might need to hire them for my next trip, under an hour in this city? That’s impressive.

P: It takes a lot to impress Darius.

S: Does that mean we like this for the reception?

P: You can put the deposit down.

S: Thank god, that’s one thing off my list.

S: Thanks for meeting with me before Penny gets here.

D: Of course, everything okay? If she says no to this location I might lose my shit, Darius.

D: [Sighs] I know. I’ve been trying to talk to her about her picky-ness. I think it’s the baby. You know she’s not like this normally and she loves you.

S: Oh I know. However, I need you to stop being such a push over Darius.

D: I am not a complete pushover. I just know this wedding means a lot to her and I want it to be perfect.

S: It’s your wedding too and honestly she listens more when you speak your mind.

D: I know, but I think this might be the one. F

S: or all out sakes I hope so, she’s here so put on your big boy pants.

P: Hey baby!

D: Hey there beautiful, how are you feeling still sick?

P: Nope! I think it was just morning sickness. Hey sis, you look pretty- had a date with lover boy?

S: Thanks and he wishes. He’s in the valley but said he’s coming back this weekend.

D: Are you ever going to be nice to Jasper?

S: A man like that? You can never be nice to. Honestly, I think he might have a kink for being ignored.

P: Oh my god, this is place is beautiful! They do weddings here?

S: They don’t actually but Darius promised to donate enough money to keep them in business for a decade so they compromised.

P: So no one has gotten married here before?

S: I think like over a 100 years ago was the last event they hosted. How about you guys explore inside while I find my contact?

D: Sounds good, see you soon.

D: What do you think, love?

[Penny stays silent just staring at Darius]

D: What? You don’t like it?

P: My sister made you meet her early didn’t she?

D: [sighs] Yes.

P: What did she say?

D: She’s just a bit frustrated with finding the ceremony venue. Asked me to put my big boy pants on.

P: I figured as much. I can’t blame her I’ve been a bridezilla.

D: You have, so maybe you should be a bit more… aware of your sister’s feelings too.

P: I’ll take her out for lunch this week and talk with her.

D: I’m sure she will enjoy spending time with you that doesn’t involve wedding planning. By the way, she said she will lose it if you hate this place.

P: Well, it’s a good thing I love it.

D: Me too and I think it was worth all the no’s. Zeph nearly screamed when I told him we were looking at the botanical.

P: If Zeph loves this place then I would have said yes earlier.

D: Please do not tell you sister that.

[urbaebarnes]

Ok but since Thunderbolts is coming out soon, how about something where Reader is either his campaign manager, or secretary, or like his handler when he makes appearances and somehow Bucky trusts her more than anyone else on his staff, so he invites her as his plus one to the Gala.

If you want to make it angsty/throw in some action, you could have Valentina sabotage his date at the gala by slipping something in her drink or having her goons tail reader home afterwards. 👀👀👀

Anyway, hope this gives you some inspiration! No pressure to use this tho

AHHHH i actually lysm for this!! thank you for sending me this and basically i got carried away so i'm gonna be splitting this up into like 2/3 different parts which should be out soon!

anyway i basically have the first half of the request in here and the rest will be in the next one! i love love love this idea so much and the new pictures that came out of him in thunderbolts has me in a chokehold like okay we see u babes

also i know very little about UK politics and even lass about US and my limited knowledge of media officers all comes form F1 so this probably makes no sense if your a professional in any of them but shhh its okay we move

Two Hearts: part 1

congressman bucky barnes x pr manager fem reader warnings: no use of y/n, she/her pronouns used, probably curse words (maybe not idk) word count: 1.3k words

You’d started out as his PR manager, for the first few months, that’s all you were to him, and he swore by that, he really did. But somewhere along the way, you’d become something much more, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

It didn’t start when you first entered the office, you were a breath of fresh air to the mundane office, but you were just new. Your desk was filled with little trinkets colourful sticky notes plastered over the frame of your computer monitor. But all Bucky thought was that you were sweet.

But then you had to start coming places with him, and doing interviews just off camera so he could look to you for help, and all of a sudden your sweetness became a buoy, something to desperately grasp onto as he felt he was sinking into the depths of the interviewer's questions. Even if you didn’t need to step in, your presence was always calming enough that he knew exactly how to handle it, a situation he’d found himself in too few a time in his life.

So what, you became something along the line of a friend for him, someone he could confide in and sort of trust. Which meant a lot coming from a man who spent months trying to let goddamn Sam in, and you did it within a few weeks.

Somehow throughout the campaign, he couldn’t stop himself from letting you weasel yourself into the list of his most dearest. Between your reassuring smiles and little gifts and honestly just you, Bucky felt like you could very possibly be his person. Sometimes you could just be there and it would put the tiniest of smiles on his face, sending you a little wave across a crowded bar- and yeah Sam would take the piss out of him for it, but he’d gotten past Sam’s endless teasing a while ago.

That bar had become a weird sort of crossover point for your and Bucky’s life outside of work. Sometimes you’d sit with your friend when you finished a little earlier or occasionally a group, Bucky noted he never saw you with a boyfriend but wasn’t really sure why his brain would even think that. He and Sam would meet there after long days at work and oftentimes, you and your friends would be regulars in the crowded building, lazing by the bar as you drank together.

You’d never talk to each other in there, but it seemed that the other was constantly in your eyeline, always watching, subtly checking in. But after a few of these nights, Bucky couldn’t stop his eyes wandering to your figure all night. Sam was twittering about something or another, and he tried to focus, he really did, but how was he supposed to do that when you were sat a few seats away, looking so captivating.

Sam had stopped talking halfway through, not that Bucky had noticed, and instead started laughing as he watched the unusually stone cold exterior of his friend crumble as he longingly stared at your back. “Dude, you're whipped!” He’d managed to get out between his breathless laughs.

Sam’s words had managed to catch his attention, gaze flicking from you to him as the words set in and his brow furrowed. “What- I’m not-”

Despite his protests and insistent denials of having any sort of interest in you in that way, Bucky Sam persisted and eventually, it took more energy to deny it than let Sam have his fun - or at least that’s what Bucky said to himself. And sure that little flutter in his chest he felt whenever you smiled felt as if it grew every single goddamn day, he still couldn’t quite bring himself to admit that he had a crush on you.

But even if he did, it would be wrong and immoral, he was trying to represent a need for change, present to the country why he could be trusted, and you were supposed to help, not make him fall into some strange tango of emotions with you. But you did, and it wasn’t your fault, he didn’t think he could fault you for the goddamn end of the world if you caused it.

So when he needed a plus one to a gala, you were the only logical answer. He trusted you above everybody else who worked with him, and maybe he wanted an excuse to see you outside of your office or press conference or interview rooms. Bucky wanted a glimpse of you he’d seen at the bar with your friends, he just wanted a taste of the life he wished he could have with you.

Your office was a place he’d enjoyed being in more and more as the past few months had occurred. The photo frames on your desk were scattered and everything had a slight messiness that brought a feeling of coziness. He’d often find reasons to linger in there, so it wasn't out of character when he appeared one day.

“Morning.” You greeted him with a smile after his polite knocks, sipping on your coffee, one hand wrapped around your kermit the frog mug whilst typing out an email to a news agency with your other. Bucky had nodded, he was usually less talkative in the mornings -which you’d taken a note of to move any media prep to the afternoons. You blew on the steaming mug before tilting your head, “You good?”

He’d sat himself on the sage green couch tucked in the corner of the room and smiled softly at you before relying. “I have a question for you.”

Immediately, you placed your mug on the coaster and stopped typing, letting your arms cross over the wooden desk, elbow brushing the wrapper of one of those breakfast bars you liked so much. He’d made sure to stock up the kitchen after finding out your habit of snacking on them. “Ask away.”

Now, Bucky Barnes wasn’t generally a nervous man,or at least not when it came to women, but you managed to make it seem like asking you to be his +1 was a life or death event, as though the decision itself would alter the way the earth spins on its axis. Which to him, it may well have.

Bucky avoided your eyes, glancing just past your head at the drapes that were tied beside your large windows looking out into the city. “That gala I have to go to next month, the fundraising one, I don’t- erm…”

You let out a sigh as you leant forward on your arms, lips pursed. “Bucky, you have to go. It’s too late now, I can’t get you out of it, if you’d told me a few days ago then maybe but-”

“No, no, you have it wrong.” He quickly interrupted, shaking his head, “No, I was going to say that I don’t have a plus one, and I would be really grateful and forever in your debt if you’d possibly…” He trailed off again, scrunching his nose and finally meeting your eyes, “Go with me?”

You blinked once.

Then twice.

And finally a third time before you managed to move your head, looking behind you out the window once before looking back at him. “What? You want me to-?” You stopped abruptly, seeing the serious look on his face, his eyes looking straight at you, as though reading your mind.

You’d wondered if he had that superpower a few times before, especially when you first started, which would’ve been a nightmare seeing as at the beginning of your role here, you struggled to hold yourself up when around him. Bucky Barnes was -to put it simply- gorgeous. Everything you’d ever looked for in a man was right in front of you in the body of your boss, and if he could read minds, well you’d ruled that out seeing as you most likely would’ve been fired by now.

Your voice lowered as a small smile made its way onto your lips, knowing it probably meant nothing, but at the same time, it meant everything to you. “If you’d like me to, I’d love to.”

[spirk-trek]

Okay I'm obsessed with these letters, particularly this one:

Dear Isaac, Wish you were out here. I would dearly love to discuss with you a problem about the show and the format. It concerns Captain James Kirk and of course the actor who plays that role, William Shatner. Bill is a fine actor, has been in leads on Broadway, has done excellent motion pictures, is generally rated as fine an actor as we have in this country. But we're not getting the use of him that we should and it is not his fault. It's easy to give good situations and good lines to Spock. And to a lesser extent the same rule is true of the irascible Dr. McCoy. I guess it's something like doing a scene with several businessmen in a room with an Eskimo. The interesting and amusing situations, the clever lines, would tend to go to the Eskimo. Or in our case, the Eskimos. And yet Star Trek needs a strong lead, an Earth lead. Without diminishing the importance of the secondary continuing characters. But the problem we generally find is this—if we play Kirk as a true ship commander, strong and hard, devoted to career and service, it too often makes him seem unlikable. On the other hand, if we play him too warm-hearted, friendly and so on, the attitude often is "how did a guy like that get to be a ship commander?" Sort of a damned if he does and damned if he doesn't situation. Actually, although it is missed by the general audience, it is Kirk's fine handling of a most difficult role that permits Spock and the others to come off as well as they do. But Kirk does deserve more and so does the actor who plays him. I am in something of a quandary about it. Got any ideas? -Gene

My favorite part of Asminov's response:

"It might be well to unify the team of Kirk and Spock a bit, by having them actively meet various menaces together with one saving the life of the other on occasion. The idea of this would be to get people to think of Kirk when they think of Spock."

And finally...

"In a way it will give us one lead, the team." - Gene Roddenberry

ISAAC ASIMOV AND GENE RODDENBERRY EXCHANGED LETTERS ABOUT STAR TREK?????!?!?! And Asimov told him to make Kirk and Spock even CLOSER??? Gene started to see Kirk and Spock as One AFTER TALKING TO HIM???? You mean, the guy who wrote about the one sided unrequited homosexual love in strong male friendships in Shakespeare's plays??!! And wrote that into his own duo bc he likes the concept so much?! This explains EVERYTHING.

[linics]

sae itoshi’s different flags in dating

every man has their faults, don’t they?

cw ; possibly ooc sae , implications of manipulation , possessive sae mentioned , not proofread , no capitals are intentional

sae itoshi’s green flags would be —

how public he would be about you. sure, maybe his management would hate him for it, but he has no shame. he’s proud of you, and he wants everyone to know that.

he would put your preferences above his. you don’t want to go out somewhere that he loves? he’s always open to recommendations. you’re obsessed with some media he has no interest in? he’ll listen to you ramble about it, asking occasional questions.

he listens and actually does things. he’s very upfront about what he needs or wants from you. so when you reciprocate, then expect whatever you ask for to be granted to you instantly.

he doesn’t care what you wear. don’t mistake it as he doesn’t mind it if other people hit on you — he does, but he trusts you.

he will interfere if you seem uncomfortable. as much as he trusts you and knows you are capable of standing up for yourself, he’s not scared to help you out. and sometimes, you need that help.

sae itoshi’s yellow flags would be —

he doesn’t often apologize first, at least he doesn’t outright. maybe he’ll give you a few extra gifts, make you dinner for a few days. he’ll do everything he can before saying he’s sorry.

he’s really, really dense. you’re having a bad day? you’ll just have to tell him straight up or be painfully obvious about it. and honestly, a lot of the time, he notices, but he doesn’t know how to help.

he will respond late. if he’s at a game or training, you’re not his priority at the moment. his focus is on improving. he won’t answer your calls, nor texts for however long it is. but he always tells you when he’s going.

he’s can be jealous. not because he doesn’t trust you, like i’ve said before, but i’m a firm believer in him being at least a bit possessive over you. he knows his schedule is filled, so if you mention going to breakfast with one of your male friends too frequently, it might get stuck in his head. after all, you’re just so wonderful, who wouldn’t fall for you?

he’s brutally honest. he sees no point in lying to you. if he thinks your hair would look better in a different style, and you ask how it looks, he’ll be honest. then again, he’s always trying to be gentle with it. but at the same time, if he tells you he stayed out training for longer than expected for whatever reason, you’ll know it’s nothing but the truth.

sae itoshi’s red flags would be —

he isn’t emotionally available, at all. if you’re having a bad day and want to cry and have him hold you, forget it. maybe, if you convince him enough, he’ll hold you, but forget him reassuring you.

he’s not going to put soccer above you. if you don’t want him to go to a game, or want him to quit, it’s something he’s willing to dump you over.

he’s oblivious to other people’s feelings. if someone’s flirting with him, then he won’t notice. he’ll simply continue conversation with them.

he’s very busy. want to go out sometime? yeah, sure. but then the day of, he might cancel due to some meeting or a game that interests him. if quality time is your love language, just forget him.

he’d try showering you in gifts and expensive items to try and make you forgive him. will he change? no. but he’ll buy you things. he’ll keep buying you more and more, money isn’t a problem. if there’s a fight between you two, he’s going to buy his way out of it.

a/n : oh my gosh i’ve been so busy i’m so sorry. i’ve been in and out of the hospital a ton, but im now taking a long-term break from school so i should have more time to focus on this i hope. gonna try to upload maybe once per week. anyways i love sae sosoossososo much. this guy i really like loves him sm and now i love him too lmfaof. sorry if these are ooc i didn’t have ideas for 5 per flag

[alittlegiraffe]

hii, i love ur stories! your writing is perfection. i have an idea for a story, you don’t have to do it if you dont want to.

could it be marshall’s and y/n anniversary, y/n forgets because she’s been busy with work and looking after the kids. marshall remembers the anniversary but is upset that y/n forgot but he didn’t say anything about how he felt. y/n sees he’s upset and comforts him with her love.

Title: "Unspoken"

You’d been running around all day, barely stopping to breathe. The kids had been extra energetic, the house was a mess, and between cleaning up spills and breaking up little arguments, you hadn't had a second to yourself. By the time dinner rolled around, you were exhausted, but something felt… off.

Marshall had been quiet. Not in the way he usually was when he was lost in thought, but in a way that made your stomach twist. He answered when you spoke to him, helped get the kids settled, even kissed your temple when he walked past—but there was a distance.

It was only when you finally sat down, the house quiet, that it hit you. Your anniversary.

Your breath caught in your throat.

How could you forget?

Your heart pounded as you glanced at him across the room. He was sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, staring at the floor like he was deep in thought.

“Marshall?” Your voice was soft, careful.

He looked up, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “Yeah?”

Guilt twisted in your gut. You stood, crossing the room to sit beside him. “I…” You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I forgot, didn’t I?”

For a second, he didn’t say anything. Then, he exhaled through his nose, giving a small shrug. “It’s fine.”

It wasn’t.

“Marshall.” You reached for his hand, but he didn’t move to hold yours like he usually would. That made your stomach drop. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I—”

“It’s fine.” He said it again, but his jaw was tight, his fingers flexing like he wanted a cigarette but knew better.

You studied him, your chest aching. He wasn’t the type to make a big deal out of anniversaries. Hell, half the time, he was the one who forgot. But this year was different. You should’ve realized that.

This was his first anniversary sober. The first one he actually cared about.

“Marshall…” You tried again, softer now. “Talk to me.”

He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Ain’t nothin’ to talk about.”

“That’s not true.” You reached for him again, and this time, he let you take his hand. “You’re upset.”

His fingers tightened around yours, his head dropping forward. “I just… I guess I thought this year would be different,” he admitted, his voice quiet, raw. “I never gave a fuck before, so it never mattered. But now…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Guess it’s stupid.”

Your throat tightened. “It’s not stupid,” you whispered.

He was trying. He had been trying so damn hard, and you’d been too caught up in everything else to see what today meant to him.

You shifted closer, lifting a hand to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing for a second before he let out a slow breath.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you murmured. “I should’ve remembered.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, his fingers brushed over your wrist, a silent forgiveness.

“You’re here now,” he muttered. “That’s what matters.”

You weren’t going to let this moment pass. You weren’t going to let him feel like he was alone in this.

“Let me make it up to you,” you whispered. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

His eyes darkened just slightly, something else flickering in them now. Possession. Need.

“You sure about that?” His voice was low.

You nodded.

Marshall gave a slow smirk, but there was something softer beneath it. “Then come here.”

And you did.

You barely had time to react before Marshall pulled you into his lap, his arms locking around you like he needed to feel you close. His grip was firm, possessive, like he was afraid you’d slip away if he let go.

You didn’t fight it. You didn’t want to.

“I hate that I forgot,” you murmured, pressing your forehead against his.

He let out a breath, his hands sliding up your back. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, the edge of frustration giving way to something more vulnerable. “Me too.”

Your fingers tangled in the short hair at the back of his head. “I love you.”

His jaw clenched, his arms tightening just slightly. He hadn’t pulled away from you, hadn’t told you it was fine again, but you could feel how much it had hurt him. The fact that he’d never cared before made it worse—because now, he did.

You cupped his face, tilting it up so he had to look at you. His blue eyes were darker in the dim light, sharp but uncertain, like he didn’t know how to tell you what he needed.

So you told him instead.

“I should’ve known this was important to you,” you whispered. “I won’t forget again.”

He exhaled slowly, his fingers digging into your hips. “Good.” His voice was rough, but his touch softened, tracing slow circles against your skin. “’Cause I’m never lettin’ you forget again.”

A small smirk played on your lips. “Oh yeah?”

His expression shifted—still serious, still raw, but there was something else there now. That quiet, unspoken obsession that lived between you both. The way he needed you, even when he didn’t say it out loud.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw, then your neck. “You’re mine, right?”

Your breath hitched. “You know I am.”

He hummed against your skin. “Then prove it.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t asking for an apology—he was claiming you, reminding you what you meant to him. And you weren’t about to deny him that.

You tilted his chin up, pressing your lips against his in a slow, deep kiss. He groaned against your mouth, his hands pulling you impossibly closer, like he wanted to sink into you completely.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

Marshall’s grip tightened. “Say it again.”

You smiled softly, brushing your nose against his. “I love you, Marshall.”

His exhale was shaky, like those words settled something deep inside him.

“Yeah,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Love you too.”

And just like that, the weight of the night melted away.

Tomorrow, you’d make it up to him. You’d give him the anniversary he deserved. But for now, you stayed wrapped up in him, letting your love speak in the way only the two of you understood.