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[raewritesfiction]

Let me be your fantasy series - part 1 - I kissed a girl

A/N: I’m sorry this took so damn long. I wanted to make sure I got it right.

Plot: you are long term friends with Eija Skarsgard and after some drinking there is some experimentation. Reader is inexperienced with women while Eija is not.

Pairing: AU Eija x Female! Reader

Warnings: wlw pwp. Alcohol. Smut, oral, fingering, penetration with dildo. Talk of kink (bondage, filming, spanking, squirting)

Word count: 3,361

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The drinks had been flowing all night and it was just what you needed; you’d been talking about your terrible dating life with Eija whom you’d hadn’t seen for a good catch up in months due to your conflicting schedules.

“…no but that was the worst date… not the most embarrassing.�� You state and finish your drink. “I’m gonna need another to tell this story…”

Eija obliges and happily pours out a large drink for you, making you a custom cocktail.

“Okay, I’m ready… I need to hear this.” She giggles.

“So I had a sort of…. Bed buddies situation with this guy. Now before I say anything else, you have to know that he’s ridiculously good looking and knows how to use it to his advantage. He has some kinks and helped me discover a few of mine. So I’ve been going to his place for some ‘play time’ for about three months, there’s no feelings though; it’s all just a way for us to let off steam. He’s seeing other girls and I’m seeing other guys.”

Eija nods and sips her drink while watching you intently.

“Well this one day I head over and he asks to record us. I say sure but if I ever find it anywhere except in his possession I’m gonna sue him. He agrees and says he just gets off harder from being filmed. Okay fine. So I am tied down to the bed with my legs up in the air..”

Eija raises an eyebrow at your candidness on the subject “ooh la la” stirring the ice in her drink with a straw.

“Yeah…I’m blindfolded and can’t see anything at all, he’s going at it, and yes we were always safe too, don’t worry… I’m on orgasm number four or five, my brain was mush at this point, he has a vibe against my clit while he’s spanking my ass enough to leave handprints. I am riding the high, it’s amazing… and I hear a quiet whisper. I don’t think much of it, we’re both being loud so I thought maybe he’s getting close and y’know can’t speak loudly. Not gonna lie, my pussy has been known to do that to men..”

Eija smirks and continues to watch you, crossing her legs towards you.

“But the whispering doesn’t stop and then I scream, I squirt and he lets out this rough moan I’ve never heard from him before, his hips stop and I hear…. Another voice.”

Eija’s eyes go wide “….what?”

You nod and down half your drink in one mouthful. “I hear an old voice…”

“Old? How old?”

“Well I shuffle my head and managed to free myself from the blindfold only to find his grandmother watching us from the doorway.”

Eija gasps and covers her mouth “WHAT?!” She looks shocked but can’t hold back a chuckle.

“Yup. He’s still inside me and I’m trembling from y’know… the orgasms… and she is stood watching us. The weirdest part is that he didn’t seem to care!”

Eija is full on giggling now, quite clearly picturing the scene in her head.

“So I yell at him and order him to untie me or at least cover me up and he starts to usher his granny out and tells her to close the door. She shuffles off, leaving the door open and over the following twenty minutes I discover this was her house, not his, she’s been home every time I’ve been over to play and yes she heard everything…”

You finish your drink “I have never showered so fast in my life, I left super quickly and then showered again when I got home for a good two hours. I felt the wrong kind of dirty!”

Eija is full on laughing at your horror story “I’m sorry, oh god I’m so sorry. I can’t help it!”

You sigh and shake your head “it’s fine… I can laugh about it now but at the time I had never felt so embarrassed!”

Eija tries to drink through her laughs and instead falls into giggles “but wait, he was filming all that!?”

“Oh yeah…. Yeah.” You nod and grumble “I told him to delete it and somehow it turned into him telling me it was the most fun he’d had in a long time and then I found out he liked the fact ‘someone’ could hear him….”

“Oh but…. His grandma?!” Eija screws up her face. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to look mine in the face again if she heard the things I did!”

You nod “yeah, well he’s apparently not normal in that way. He ended up blocking me on everything and calling me a judgemental bitch.”

“Wait…. What?!”

“Yeah… all because I wasn’t up for granny watching us again.”

“Wow… just wow.” She manages to finish her drink and offers another to which you nod quickly.

“Yeah. So what about you? Any embarrassing hook ups?”

Eija pours and thinks, as she leans forward her low cut dress flashes you a view of her cleavage, your eyes linger a little longer than they should have done before you look to her hand instead. You hope Eija hasn’t caught you looking but she fails to hide a smirk on her lips.

“Embarrassing? I wouldn’t say embarrassing but definitely awkward. I hooked up with a chick on holiday and her roommate returned sooner than expected…. She sort of just stood there and didn’t know what to do? I invited her to join us and she shook her head and quickly left.” Eija shrugs. “Can’t win them all!”

You giggle “well…. If I walked in on you having fun I don’t know if I’d know where to put myself!”

“Hopefully in the bed with me.” Eija winks and shuffles so her skirt shows more of her legs.

You half laugh and clear your throat, not knowing what to say “Maybe she wasn’t expecting to be invited to join and got flustered?”

“Maybe… that or it was the 10 inch strap on I was doing her friend with?”

You almost choke on your drink and cover your mouth “10 inches?!”

Eija nods and grins “she took it like a champ too, super hot to watch!”

You sip your drink and picture Eija in nothing but a 10 inch strap on, it’s a few minutes before you realise she’s speaking to you. “Hey… you disappeared on me. You enjoying wherever you were?” Eija smiles.

“Huh, oh… sorry. Yeah.” Yes, yes you really were enjoying where you were and the thoughts took you a little by surprise which showed in the flushing of your face. “Hey, can I get your opinion on a couple of dresses I got? They’re not my usual style and I’m really unsure…”

Where did that come from? Why did you decide to ask for Eija’s opinion on these dresses which were tight fitting and low cut with a high hem? Why were you wanting her to so badly are you in these dresses?

“Yeah sure, of course!” Eija smiles happily.

You decided there was no going back now and stood to head behind an old style dressing screen. Your open plan apartment was cheap but the downside was no separate bedroom to go and hide in while you changed.

“Okay, the first one is just a black dress… it’s tighter than I’m used to and I’m… I dunno…” you step out from behind the screen and stand with your hands on your hips.

“Wow!” Eija smiles and leans back a little to take you in. “That looks amazing on you!”

“Really? I’m… I dunno…” you repeat and run your hands down your sides.

“Spin around for me so I can get the full 360°!”

You laugh and slowly turn to which Eija whistles and whoops “daaamn woman!”

You blush dark and smile “so it looks okay?”

“Absolutely! 10/10! And the dress isn’t bad either!” She winks.

You grin and duck behind the screen again “this one is very summery…” you change and step out in the yellow and ditzy print dress which barely covers you.

“Winner!” Eija’s eyes almost pop out of her head “holy shit you look hot!”

You cover your face and shake your head as you blush darker.

“Okay, 360°!” Eija bites her lip and watches you turn, her eyes switching from your chest to your ass and back again.

“It barely covers me!” You squeak.

“Oh I know and sweetheart it looks perfect on you!”

You play with the hem and pull it down a little only for your breasts to be uncovered further “oh god…!” You shuffle the dress and try to cover back up.

“Oh don’t cover up on my account!” Eija smiles. The alcohol was making her more daring.

“Eijaaaa!” You whine and sigh, not able to tighten the cord any further without cutting in.

“I like how that sounded.” She admits “you can whine my name any time baby.”

You snort out a laugh and pick up your drink to finish it; you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the compliments but you were feeling very warm all of a sudden.

“So uh, they look okay?” You ask for clarification.

Eija stands and walks over to you, stepping up to you slowly and making you back up against the small kitchen island. “Oh yes… but I think it’s the person in the dress that makes them look so good.”

“..oh? Uh…” you fumbled with your words as Eija looked over your figure. You’d never gotten so tongue tied with men before so why were you doing it now and with Eija of all people who you had known for years?

“Sweetheart I have had the biggest crush on you… since forever.” Eija admits. “Have you… ever been with a woman?”

“You have? I… n-no.” You shake your head. The thought had crossed your mind more than a few times and Eija did look stunning. You let your eyes look over her, really look and you swallow thickly with how close she is against you.

“Have you thought about it?” Her voice is quiet and she leans in a little.

“Yes..” you whisper and look at her full lips, so close to yours.

She smiles “May I kiss you? If you don’t like it we’ll never talk about it again…”

You nod a little “okay…”

Eija leans in and kisses you softly, her tongue flicks out across your bottom lip and you gasp, opening your mouth for her tongue to enter. Your eyes flutter closed as you lean on the counter top, your own tongue mimicking Eija’s.

She lets out a quiet moan and runs her hands up your bare thighs to your hips and then your waist, pressing against you and deepening the kiss even more.

As the kiss breaks your eyes remain closed and you lick your lips “wow…” you whisper. The truth always you’d never been kissed with such passion before. Lust, sure. But not passion.

“You like it?” Eija speaks against your lips.

“Oh yes…” you nod and open your eyes to find Eija’s looking into your soul.

“Would you like to do more?”

“Yes…” you nod again “my… bedroom is through that curtain.” You point to the heavy red drape that runs across a book in the open plan apartment.

Eija nods and takes your hand, leading you into your bedroom area, smiling at the king size bed. “Plenty of room…” she smiles and pulls you close, kissing you again while her hand threads into your hair. You hum and kiss Eija back, resting your hands on her waist and slowly moving them to her back.

You both hum and moan quietly into the kiss, another filled with passion and not just lust. Your tongues explore each other's mouths and Eija moves you to the edge of the bed before breaking the kiss. “Lay back..”

You do as you’re instructed and scooch back onto the bed as Eija crawls on between your legs. “You want me to stop, for whatever reason…. You say so.” Eija smiles and you nod “uh huh”.

“No, I need to hear you say it..”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Good girl.” Eija glides her hands up your legs, squeezing your thighs lightly and pushing the dress up further. You inwardly cursed that you’d put on care bear panties that day instead of your usual thong.

She smiles and pulls her hands back, moving them to her hair and pulling up and back into a ponytail. “They’re cute… sunshine bear.”

You grumble and cover your face “Sshh!”

“What?” She chuckles “they are! Besides, they aren’t staying on.” Her hands move back to your hips with one moving to brush over your panties slowly. Her thumb circles over your clit through the fabric making you gasp. You’d been teased before of course, but it was always about how fast your clothes could come off.

Eija licks her lips and watches your hands move from your face to lay above your head, her thumb moving down over you until your panties were wet through. She smiles and pulls them down your legs, throwing them to the floor “much better.”

You swallow audibly and comb your fingers into your hair as Eija moves your legs apart and dips down between your thighs; her tongue flicks over you slowly, the tip circling on your clit until you’re gasping. You lean up a little to watch her but are met with her hand gliding up your torso and pushing you back down to the bed “lay back and just relax…” she whispers and dips her head back down, lips closing around you and sucking lightly. You collapse back down onto the bed and grip at the blanket under you.

Eija slips her arms under your thighs and rest on your waist before moving up to massage your breasts. Her tongue and lips work over your pussy until your hips are moving of their own volition. She loosens the cord holding the dress over your breasts and pulls the cups down to free you so she could pinch and tease your nipples making you squirm and whine her name for the second time that day.

“Fuck…” you whisper and pant, Eija’s tongue not missing any part of you; she makes sure your folds and entrance are kissed, licked and sucked before going back to your swollen clit and sucking in pulses.

“Oh god..!” Your hips rock to Eija’s mouth while her hands knead your breasts, your nipples hard under her touch. “I… Uhm…”

Eija hums against you and looks up under her lashes at you writhing on the bed from her ministrations, she pulls away briefly and kisses your inner thigh “go with it baby…”

You whimper and pant heavily as her tongue flicks quickly over your clit, circles and flicks again, her lips close around you and suck in pulses again.

“Like that…. Keep doing that!” You moan and pull at the blanket “oh god… fuck…” you gasp and pant heavily, calling out as you cum. Your walls clench around emptiness but you feel your juices dripping down none-the-less. You whine as Eija laps over you through your climax, laying on the bed breathing heavy, the room spinning.

“Fuck!!” You exclaim and run your hands through your hair.

Eija crawls up the bed and straddles your hips, hands moving over you. “Feel good?”

“Yeah.. I… uh…. I’ve never cum from being eaten..” you chuckle. “That felt…. Amazing.”

Eija smiles and slips off her dress over her head, dropping it to the floor. You look over her figure, mouth open in awe. “Wow…” you move your hands to her thighs and glide them up over her figure, her own hands sit on your and guide them to her breasts, squeezing and kneading herself with your hands and teaching you how she likes to be touched. You tease her nipples with your thumbs, watching and feeling them harden under your touch. Eija’s moans were quiet and light with your touch, you pinched a little and make her gasp and move her hips.

You watch as Eija removes her lace panties and throws them to the pile on the floor; she knelt over you completely naked and you admitted to yourself the evening light coming through the window made her seem like a goddess.

She moves to straddle your thigh and lowers down onto your skin, rocking her hips along you. “You feel that?” She moans quietly.

You nod, you do feel that; she’s so wet that she glides her pussy along your thigh with ease. “Yes…”

“That’s just from eating you.. it turned me on so much…” she keeps her hands on yours and guides your touch on her breasts, her hips moving against you.

“Holy fuck…” you breathe out and watch Eija ride your thigh, you lift your leg a little to give her more contact and she moans louder, tilting her hips. “You look amazing..” she does and you don’t know why you’d never looked at her in this way before. Her both moved smoothly in one fluid motion with every roll of her hips and her moans became louder, her breathing quicker.

“I’ve thought about you so many times..” Eija admits. “Thought about eating you, my fingers inside you…” she moves a hand down and runs her fingers over you “wanted to hear you…

You gasp and move your free leg; her fingers move slowly over you, her touch light; nothing else was needed with how sensitive you were from her lips. You move your hips to her touch, in turn your thigh moving more against Eija. You both moan and Eija dips her fingers into you to tease, going back to circling your clit.

Eija arches and runs her free hand over your arm, your hands expertly ministering to her breasts and nipples while the angle of your upper arms pushes your own breasts together for Eija. She looks down at you and moans “god you look amazing!” She leans down and takes one of your nipples in her mouth, her tongue flicking and circling over you then repeating the actions on your other nipple, her fingers still working over you.

The lightness of her touch was almost too much, your leg trembled and twitched as her fingers worked over you. Your breathing hitches and becomes heavier with the sounds coming from Eija working you up even more.

“You sound so good..” you whisper and arch off the bed “I’m so close…”

She moans and speeds up her hips and fingers “me too…” she breathes and pants against you. Her breath feels hot against your skin, you can smell the perfume she’s wearing so clearly now and it mingles with the scent of sweat and arousal. Your senses are doing backflips.

“Eija…” you whimper and move your hips faster “oh god…”

Eija moves and pants against your neck, grinding her hips down against you “that’s it…” she whines and grips the blanket in her fist as she cums, moaning your name, her body tensing but her fingers don’t stop moving against you.

Your climax washes over you when you hear her moan your name and your hips lift to her touch.

You both lay breathing heavy on the bed, a tangle of limbs and whispers of exclamations and affirmations of how good the other felt. Eija eventually catches your lips and kisses you deeply with a moan.

After a time, both of you dozing against one another Eija smiles and breaks the comfortable silence.

“So… what’s it feel like being with a woman instead of a man?”

You chuckle and lick your lips “like heaven..”

She leans up on her elbow and strokes her fingertips across your collarbones “you think you’d like to do it again?”

“I’d very much like to do it again. With you.”

Eija smiles and leans her head back down against you “we can do that… sleep for now,” you nod and hum, you’d never felt so tired post sex before.

“You’re gonna need it..” she kisses your cheek as you fall asleep.

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

Feels like Being Hit by a Train

Ao3

Engineer's Post Spirit Tracks

-Link had been injured in the train crash just before fighting Malladus. Now that the battle's done, she's starting to really feel how bad that all was.

Warnings: angsty, hurt/comfort, injury leading to disability, crush-stage zelink (that might be slightly 2nd hand embarrassment inducing at a moment or two), forced-medication/potion drinking(?) (lemme know if there's anything else to tag)

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Link clutched Zelda’s hand tightly as the Lokomo spirits vanished into the heavens. She was starting to feel lightheaded after all this. She barely had room in her mind to think anything beyond keeping ahold of Zelda. 

“...We should go home,” Zelda said after a while. 

Link let out a vague hum, not moving. She wasn’t sure she could manage another step. The adrenaline was leaving her system and she was entirely drained. Zelda looked at her, brows furrowing “Link?”

She swallowed around the cottony feeling in her mouth. She knew she at least attempted to say “I think I need to lay down.” But she wasn’t sure it ever came out properly. Instead, the world spun.

“Link!” Zelda yelled. She was holding both of her hands now. The ground was solid against her back, and now everything burned. But Zelda was there and her hands were warm and real, that was good. “Oh-Oh no. HEY. Stay with me okay?” She slapped her cheek. Link yelped, eyes opening wide. When did she close them? Zelda sighed, “Er-where- where do you keep your potions?”

Her hands awkwardly hovered over her and she frowned. She hadn’t noticed this whole adventure? She fumbled to reach her pouch and Zelda practically pounced on it. She made a sharp cry at the sudden intrusion of her space. Zelda shushed her, gentle but sharp regardless.

“Sorry! Okay! I’m just-”

One of her hands rested over her jaw, a thumb brushing her lip. The increasingly loopy part of her brain thought “This would be a weird time for my first kiss.”

Zelda’s bug-eyed expression potentially implied she’d somehow said some of that out loud. “Just drink the stupid potion!” She poured the liquid down her throat and she coughed as it went in regardless of her wishes.

She wheezed and turned on her side, coughing.

“AH! Sorry! Sorry!” Zelda yelped in panic. 

Link whined, then lifted a thumbs up.

Zelda socked her in the shoulder. “You scared me!”

“Sorry” She croaked. It still hurt. She fumbled and tugged up the tunic, struggling to free it up from under the belt.

“What are you DOING?” Zelda gasped, covering her eyes.

Link pulled the tunic up and struggled to lean over herself to take a proper look at her torso. Purple was blooming under her ribs. Her brows furrowed.

Zelda peaked at her and her hands shifted to cover her mouth instead. “That- that’s not from Maladus, is it?”

Link blinked and shook her head, “Train crash…”

“You were fighting Maladus with THIS?” Zelda’s fingers gingerly reached to poke at the bruise forming. Link winced. She shrugged. “So the potion only cleared up the surface injuries.” Zelda nearly growled, scowling at her, “You should’ve taken it earlier.” She stood up, crossing her arms, “Now I have to carry you.”

“I can-” Link mumbled, sitting up. Her body seized under her and she fell back. Her eyes went wide. She swallowed “Zelda…”

She looked at her sympathetically.

Her eyes flickered over her face, “Carefully?” She tugged her tunic back down. “I- I don’t know what’s wrong.” 

--

"You should have seen your old grandpa when he'd been shot from our cannon," Niko chuckled, "He looked so sour when Miss Tetra stuffed him in there."

Link and Zelda were sound asleep next to each other. His sleepy face was tilted towards a flurry of blond curls. Zelda rested her head against Link’s chest. Her cascade of hair rippled over the pillow. Her fingers loosely intertwined with his. The pair of children seemed peaceful, but exhausted.

Telling stories while Link slept wasn't an uncommon event, so it really only felt right to do it on purpose for once. Although, for some reason it felt distinctly quiet and uneasy this time. Looking at the injured boy, sound asleep.

The door creaked open. Old Man Niko lifted his head, eyes widening. Alfonzo placed a hand on his sword- only to release it. Ol' Link's daughter and her husband walked through the door quietly, focused with themselves, clearly assuming the house was asleep.

"A little party is entirely appropriate," she whispered as she entered the door walking backward, "We missed the ceremony, the least we can do is-"

"Link always hated those kinds of things," the kid's father said, walking after her, "I think we should take him for a day around a museum or-"

"Oh lovely, you're home!" Niko cheered.

Alfonzo nodded to them.

The pair looked up. "Oh! You're up," little Link's father said, startled.

Link's mother smiled, "You keeping Alfonzo up late with your stories, Old Man?" She hugged Niko, "You wouldn't believe the freak storm we encountered on the way back, we had to dock at Dragon's Roost for an extra week-" she cut herself off from her sailing story, eyes settling past Niko at her child's bed. She stared for a moment.

Link looked battered and bruised, purple blooming under his eye. But what was likely most noticeable was the cast over his leg and a rigid brace over his midsection. 

Alfonzo hummed lowly, "They went on something of an adventure…"

Link's mother covered her mouth, hiccupping her breaths, "He… his-"

"He fell out of a train...and fought a demon right after" Niko said, "they… want to try and get everything set properly before they give him another healing potion after the one he took himself. To make sure it doesn't heal over in the wrong position."

"A demon?" Her father asked, bewildered.

"He was called Malladus, and had attempted to possess the Princess's body. These two," Niko gestured to the Princess and the boy, "fought him and destroyed him. Saved the day!"

"I don't understand- he- he was just supposed to just get an engineer's- I-" his mother sobbed. Slowly, carefully, she walked over. She knelt at his bedside. Her shaky hand carding through her child's hair.

"Do the healers know if everything will… set right?" His father said softly, gentle and quiet.

"They can't be sure. He…" Niko rubbed his eyes, shaking his head.

Alfonzo sighed softly, putting a hand on Niko's shoulder, "He ran on it for some time, they suspect nerve damage… It might never properly heal even if it does set straight."

The princess stirred, lifting her head as she glanced over the adults in the room, "Who-" she blinked away sleep from her eyes, sitting up gently. "Oh… you must be Link's parents."

The pair nodded.

"I hear you had an adventure with our kiddo," his father chuckled lightly, "It's an honor to meet you Princess."

"Ah. Yes… You as well" Zelda looked down at Link, brows knit in concern, “Link speaks highly of you,” she said.

“Oh, glad to hear” Link's father laughed lightly. His eyes shone in the dim light.

The princess bowed her head, "I'm- I'm sorry. It's all my fault- he was only ever helping me and I- he would've never been hurt if-"

"Zelda," Alfonzo said softly, "None of it's your fault."

"I just feel so-"

"I'm sure he was happy to help," his mother said with a sniffle, "He's always been eager to help."

Zelda closed her eyes and let out a slow breath, "I know… I- I just wish I could help him in turn. I almost miss being a suit of armor," Zelda giggled, rubbing her face, "I tried- I tried to protect him as much as he did me-"

His mother took the Princess's hand gently, "I'm glad to know he had you."

Zelda smiled softly and nodded once. 

Link whined a little, face scrunching up, "Wh's going onnnn?" 

"Link! Your parents are here!" Zelda announced, leaning back down to look at his face.

Link opened his eyes slowly. Then gasped, eyes widening further at Zelda's closeness. Face warming. Beside him, his mother chuckled as she brushed her hand against his cheek.

"Oh," Link tilted his head to look at his parents. He smiled. "You're back safe!"

"Oh, honey," his mother laughed softly, "yes, yes we are." 

"How are you feeling?" his father asked.

Link smiled, nervous and lopsided, "Like I was hit by a train?"

His mother snickered and shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes again. She leaned her head against Link's, forehead to forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too," Link whispered, closing his eyes again.

His father leaned in to hug them both, "I'm so sorry we weren't here-"

Link hummed and shrugged lightly. "It's okay."

“It’s not okay honey, we’re your parents we’re supposed to be here to protect you-” his mother said, shifting so she could cradle Link's head against her chest. Her son pliant and willing to snuggle in.

“I’m- I’m old enough to protect myself,” Link said softly, “I knew what I was doing…” he sighed, looking around the room, “I don’t want any of you blaming yourselves.”

“You got hurt pretty badly, Link,” his father whispered softly. 

“I’m sorry- but… I knew what I was doing,” he reaffirmed, “I knew if I kept going on with my injuries I’d make it worse. But, I did it because I knew Zelda needed help,” his brows furrowed. “New Hyrule needed us.” He sighed heavily and closed his eyes.

His father sighed, “...My brave boy.” Link giggled a little in response.

Zelda leaned down and shifted back into the hug. "You could've at least said something," Zelda mumbled.

Link groaned and buried his face more into his mother. Weakly, he swatted a hand blindly at Zelda. She avoided it with a laugh.

"Hey, I'm not a ghost anymore! You can't do that when you're annoyed now, I'm the Princess, you'll get arrested."

"Ok. Arrest me," Link murmured against his mother's shirt. Zelda huffed hotly. After a short beat of quiet, the pair of children giggled, amused with themselves.

His mother shook her head, kissing the top of Link's hair. "You two seem close."

"Yeah," Link said softly.

"Wh-what? Just 'yeah'?" Zelda shook her head, briefly lifting a hand to her cheek, gaze shifting almost nervously. She shook her head, "We're friends now. Perhaps best friends! Yes. I like that. Best friends. He's been especially kind and not nearly as awkward as he was at first. I greatly appreciate his friendship."

Link smiled, feeling a blush rise.

"Aw, Link's always been shy, glad you've gotten over that hurdle," his father said.

Link grumbled "Am not…"

"So you just stared nervously at the guards without a word because that's how you imagined recruits did things?" Zelda teased.

"Oh that was all your fault. I don't know how to 'small talk'. I still don't understand what makes talk small."

The princess leaned up slightly, brows furrowed. Link's mother laughed lightly, "Don't try to explain it, Princess, I've tried for years. He knows the definition, just not the application."

Link sighed dramatically. Then took in a sharp hiss of a breath, hand going to his chest.

"Link? Are you okay?" His mother asked, hands flitting to assess him.

"I dunno- I just… breathed too hard, I guess." He closed his eyes, frowning.

"Maybe you should go back to sleep," Niko piped up. "It's been a long day."

Link nodded "I like sleep."

"Too much." Niko laughed. "But it'll be good for ya. For you all, actually."

The boy's parents sighed. 

"Sounds like a good idea," his father said. "We'll unload the ship tomorrow."

"I'll be going, then." Zelda said with a heavy sigh. 

Link whined a little, "Wha? Really?"

"I don't wish to intrude-" Zelda said, glancing around the small home, "Besides I should take the train back to the castle soon, everyone will worry-"

"Don't worry about it, Princess," Alfonzo said, "I told everyone I'd be here for you when we left."

"You're very welcome to stay here," Link's mother said with a nod, "It's late regardless."

Link's hand quietly found Zelda's. She glanced down at him. His eyes peacefully closed, his hand giving hers a squeeze. Zelda sighed, "Alright. Thank you for your hospitality."

"You're Aunt Tetra's granddaughter. My home is yours." Link's mother winked. Zelda laughed lightly. "Now, scoot over, I'm sleeping here."

Link whined "Moooom why?"

"Because I love you, and you can't escape your mother's love" She scooped her arms under Link's knees and upper back and carefully shifted him over so there was enough room for them all. He made a small pained noise of protest. Zelda was quickly snuggling into her place, squeezing his hand again. He relaxed easily.

His mother crawled into the bed, careful of her use of space. She curled, protectively, around her child.

Link's father smiled softly, "Good Night."

"Oh, does anyone want a bedtime story?" Niko exclaimed softly with a grin.

"Old Man, you need to sleep too, git" Link's mother huffed.

Niko chuckled. Quickly enough, the lights were snuffed, and the house was asleep. Soft and warm.

[727-racoons]

can we talk about how normalized sanism is?? the fact that i can go on practically any social media site and instantly find posts talking about how people with cluster b disorders are all evil and inhuman and should be abused without question, or fakeclaiming anyone who talks about their symptoms at all while dictating what mental illness really looks like and shaming people for being open, or spreading false information about psychiatric hospitals and telling people that they're psychotic and need help because they act in a way that seems outside the norm, or claiming that something is a mental illness as a way to discredit it, or sharing and praising pieces of media that contain ableist/sanist caricatures because "it's not that big a deal", and the fact that the people saying these things are rarely challenged and most often praised is infuriating and fucked up. when people say shit like "women are inherently inferior and lack the proper brain capacity to really know what they want", generally people regard the person saying that as a sexist incel jerk, even if those ideas are highly prevalent in our society. people recognize it as an issue. so why the fuck can someone say "people with npd are incapable of human emotions and incapable of ever getting help and all they know how to do is abuse and manipulate people and you should never show anyone with npd care, sympathy or basic kindness" and all the comments say shit like "so true!" "this!" or "sounds like my ex husband🙄" when these are people who are facing constant human rights violations globally?? like im no professional psychologist but i think violently oppressing people and violating their human rights en masse is NOT going to be beneficial to their mental health! and this isn't just online either. ive heard and seen so much of this shit at my school and i have to fight to get anyone to recognize that it's discrimination. i guess what im trying to say is treat sanism and ableism in general (though this post focusses on the former) like the discrimination it fucking is. our human rights are being violated every god damn day. this is oppression. this is bigotry. this is discrimination.

[spitdrunken]

boy does Creepy 50 year old Tio Bruno makes my pussy THROB. Especially if he knows that what he's feeling/doing is wrong and feels disgusted with himself for even having such thoughts.

SO HEAR ME OUT, what if after he's come back, the niece he's been stalking all those years is finally part of his world and despite his attraction and needs he tries SO hard to be a good uncle and act appropriately, the fact that you do innocently appreciate his company and show him a lot of affection while being completely unaware of his putrid thoughts doesn't help either. Until you two somehow end up in a compromising/suggestive position and he can't help but take advantage of the situation (did you get accidentally thrown into his lap, confined in a cramped place together, stuck inside something your ass on display, is he helping you undress out of a particularly confining dress, did you somehow end up tangled up together after a fall , did the rats fucking eat your clothes idk god i could go on for days)

Things start innocently and you're completely oblivious to everything until my man can't take it anymore , and you're completely helpless against the older man's stronger grip on your withering body. There's so much potential.. chikan/cnc/grinding/groping/face sitting/dirtytalk/ accidental stimulation/thigh riding 🤧❤️👌!

Sorry for the super long ask but I feel like you're one of the few who could get me lol

ANONNNN omg don't apologise cuz I read your ask like 5 times LMAOOO,, i really do get you man <333 creep bruno makes my brain leak out of my ears honestly. i want him to be like,, a messed up father figure and fuck me at the same time yknow.

this post got kindaaaa way too long. i’m  going to keep this out of the main tags, so very few people will end up seeing this i think cuz of how explicit it is :’),, if u enjoy it pls lemme know and feel free to reblog!

cw: incest (uncle/niece), noncon, agegap

it's such a challenge to keep his hands to himself when you're so close, all of a sudden. not even in a disgusting way immediately, no, no- just tapping your shoulder to get your attention, patting your head, or holding a loose grip around your wrist when he wants to show you something. every little touch sends sparks through him. he tries to keep his distance, but he just can't.

bruno used to think interacting with other people again would make his feelings fade. all that's happened is that he realised how perfect you are compared to everyone else. no one can make his heart stir like his cute niece does. (oh, and he does try. even if he's awkward and disshelved, it's not hard for a madrigal to get a date. the whole time he kept imagining it was with you, though. the only way he could seem interested in them if he was thinking of you instead.)

if anything, interacting with you on a personal basis has made it all worse. you're so sweet to him when you reunite, proclaiming how much you missed him all these years and hugging him without warning. it's a good thing he's only fully hard after you let him go, but he's still making an excuse to slip off and get himself under control in the bathroom soon after. thinking about the situation too hard makes him want to sob.

even after, you're the one who tries to help him ease back into society the most. you introduce him to people you know, take him with you on shopping trips and indulge him by letting him share the stories he's written over the years. maybe you just pity him. maybe you see a lonely, weird old man as your tío. but if that's the case... you'd be right. but you're still spending time with him, aren't you? so he can let it go.

one day, the subject shifts to his stay in the walls. you want to see where he stayed for so long. bruno can't come up with an excuse, but his entire room in there is covered with notes about you, so he can't take you there! instead, he takes you a much different route than he usually does. there’s a wrong turn somewhere. but he does recognise where has ended up. he should’ve turned back, he knows he won’t be able to stop.

You cough as you inhale the dusty air. It’s near impossible to believe he spent so many years here, all on his own. You’re sure you would’ve lost it within a couple of weeks. While you’re shuffling your way through the passage, your tío a little bit behind you, the walls start growing narrower and narrower around you. 

“Um...” You say, slowing your step. “Are you sure this is the right way...? It looks like a dead end.”

“Yes- Yes, it’s fine. Don’t worry.” The responses comes out breathier than you’d expect. “Just keep going. We’ll be there soon.”

But the wood only keeps closing further and further around you, so narrow you eventually can’t move forward anymore. When you take a step back, you bump right into your tío. “Oh! Sorry. But this really won’t work. We need to go back.” There’s no sound of footsteps though, and he remains quiet. You’re... Getting nervous. You try to crane your neck over your shoulder to see his expression, but you can’t make it out. Without there really being room for it, you shuffle back. Your back ends up pressed against his chest. His breathing is so loud. 

“T-tío Bruno? What’s wrong? You’re being weird.” Is this some kind of prank? Are you going to end up with Camilo teasing you for falling for one of his transformations again? Somehow, you doubt it. A buried part of you is screaming at you to get out of there, your legs tingling with a desire to run. But there’s nowhere to go. Why are you scared? He’s- He’s your family. Awkward, funny tío Bruno. He wouldn’t harm a fly. Your laugh is strained. “...Let’s just go back. Please?” 

His arm wraps around your waist, and pulls you flush against him, making you jump a little. “I- I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me.” The hand pressed on your stomach is shaking, stroking the skin. He moves his hips against your ass in a rolling motion. The choked noise he lets out shatters all of the excuses your mind had made up for him. His face disappears into your hair, and you can feel him inhale. “You... You smell so good, and you’re, uh, so s-soft and warm...” You’re not sure if you can hear a smile in his voice or not.

Your heart is racing in your ears, eyes wide as you stare into nothing. Never in your life would you have expected this. The world swirls around you. But even if you can’t believe it, you have to get out of there. You twist and turn, your shoulder banging into the inside of the wall. The pain barely registers. You actually manage to wriggle loose from his grip and stumble forward, but now you’re really stuck. Pinned between the wood on two sides, Bruno right behind you. He immediately clamps a hand over your mouth.

“Y-you- You, uh, already know. You’ll- You’ll really hate me, and I get that, I’m disgusting- So let me do this one time. That’s enough. Once, and I’ll stay away after that. I n-need to... It’s been...” His words are desperate and hurried, spoken in a single breath. They bump into one another. Bruno pulls you close again, and his hips stutter against yours. He whimpers. “Oh. I’m so, so sorry.” He’s sniffling, and your gut twists. Shouldn’t you be crying? Shouldn’t you be the only one who’s allowed to be upset here? You try to bite his hand, but it’s pressed against your mouth in such a way it’s hard to catch it in between your teeth.

Your tío is grinding against you in full force now. Short, quick movements that are purely for his own pleasure. All of your yells and curses are muffled against his hand. A neverending string of apologies slips from his lips, the moans and whimpers it’s broken up with making you sick to your stomach. 

(You’re not here. No, you aren’t. The edges of your vision blur as you think of anything but here, dig through your memories for a suitable replacement. A happy one. Your body isn’t rocking back and forth with your tío’s thrusts, no, no, you’re a child again, in a little boat drifting upon the water, and it’s waves that are jostling you around. You’re laughing, and the sun’s hot on your skin, and all’s good and happy and fun and nice-)

He squeezes at your skin without warning, and you gasp shakily. This gets the loudest noise out of him yet, a moan of your name. “Can- Can you do that again? I’m almost done, I s-swear, you’re just so- You’re so cute. S-so good, and sweet. You’re... You’re the only one who’s ever been this nice to me.” He breathes out. And he’s made sure you regret it. 

His hand is wandering over your skin. It never dips underneath your clothes, but he’s groping at your chest and your crotch. (You hate the warmth that settles underneath your skin. How your head is starting to get fuzzy. It’s just... It’s just your body responding in a natural way, it says nothing about your actual feelings.) You do... You do love him. Just not in a twisted way. Your heart feels like it’s being torn out of your chest with every movement of betrayal. Why did it turns out like this? You whimper his name, not out of pleasure, but because you’re seconds away from bursting into sobs. Tears spill onto his hands.

Your tío groans right into your ear as he cums, slumping against you. “...I love you.” It’s so soft, and he slurs it a little. 

They were right about him after all.

also thinking abt :’) Some members of the family being aware that bruno’s behaviour towards you is,, weird. before anything bad happens. telling you at first just to ‘not wear certain clothes when your tío is around’ and stuff like that, before actively trying to keep you two apart. but you don’t see anything wrong with him. just going to him anyway and confiding in him how weird your parents have been lately and that you still care about him <3 makes him all messed up in the brain LMAOO

also consensual uncle/niece is also yknow. yknow. top tier.

[soramei]

Intentional - Part 4

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: none right now, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.4k

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A/N: DOUBLE UPLOAD! So i decided to split this part in two since i didn't want it to drag on for too long... next part will be uploaded tomorrow!

Taglist (reply to be tagged!): @planetdemon​ @hvunvely​ @fluffybitch0325​ @fashi0nablee @juststop88

You picked up the lanyard, looking between your burnt jacket in one hand and the vandalized piece of plastic in the other. The burnt polyester felt rough against your fingers. It was littered with black holes, almost to the point where it was unrecognizable as your jacket.

The lanyard, on the other hand, was almost untouched — save for the black marker that was sketched on the plastic. In the picture, on the part where your upper body was showing, there was only the black marker. The black blob stretched across your torso, the shape depicting a hoodie. Your eyes landed on the eyes in your picture. Thick lines drawn in the shape of an X covered both of them.

You quickly entered your apartment, hoping nobody saw you. You then stood completely still, listening to the silence, trying to find if anybody had broken into your home. After a minute, when it seemed as if you were the only person in there, you decided to lay the two vandalized items on your desk to further analyze them.

Your brain immediately tried to play this down by assuming that these were just kids who did this to your stuff, after all, it was something very immature. Children were the only people who had the time to play with fire and draw on other people’s pictures.

However, your gut told you something different. Why was your jacket along with your lanyard placed right in front of your apartment? Why was the marker outline specifically in the shape of a hoodie? Who could have known you were in the parking lot at that time of day?

Your mind drifted to one specific person. Manager Kim. He not only saw that you were in the parking lot that day with that jacket on, but also he knew your face from the lanyard. But why would he do something this childish? And how did he know where you lived?

The parking lot security guard had also been there when you wore that jacket, but he didn’t even look at you. And he would have no motive to do this sort of thing.

You rubbed your chin in thought, still not understanding everything. Was there somebody else that knew you were there?

Still feeling anxious, you began to prepare a cup of tea. You were reminded of Bang Chan. The tea. The smell of his hoodie.

His hoodie. The black hoodie.

Realization hit you like a truck as your eyes widened in disbelief. Was it maybe… Bang Chan?

Your heart was beating out of your chest. Hands shaking, you picked up your phone to call him, silently begging for the mysterious person to not be him.

He picked up.

“Hello? Y/n?”

You stayed silent.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked.

“I… I lost my jacket and it had my lanyard in it,” you tried to be careful with your words, not wanting to rouse suspicion from him, “have you seen it anywhere?”

“No,” you could almost see Bang Chan furrowing his eyebrows, “I’m still in the building though. I could look for it?”

“That’s alright,” you sighed in relief. He genuinely sounded confused, and plus, he was always so nice — there was no way he would ever do this kind of thing to you. You felt guilty for even suspecting him. “Thanks for offering though.”

“Y/n.”

“Hmm?”

“I know I said this before, but,” he paused, “if you need help with anything I’ll be there. I mean it.”

A chill ran down your spine at the seriousness of his voice. “I know. Thanks.”

You hung up, uneasy. The problem was unsolved, and to be honest, you were a little scared. There was somebody that knew who you were and where you lived. It was probably a good idea to change the passcode to your lock.

The kettle started to whistle. You turned off the flame of your stove and poured yourself a cup of tea, hoping that it would calm you down. Although it did a little, you still felt apprehensive about the whole thing. Your mood stayed the same the whole night, even when you tried to scroll through your phone or go to sleep.

The next day, you woke up with your mind cleared. No longer were you still feeling the aftershocks of the creepy jacket burner, and with your mood lifted more, you felt like you could think more objectively.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Throughout your whole week, this incident stuck in the back of your mind. Although your memory was getting fuzzier and fuzzier with the passing days, you still tried to work out who the culprit was in your free time.

Your mind was also filled with something else. Or was it someone else?

It seemed like, during the whole week, you couldn’t stop thinking of Bang Chan. You had to put part of the blame on him, though. Everytime he had a free moment in his busy schedule — granted it was rare that he did — he wanted to see you.

From secretly bringing you snacks from the vending machine to summoning you to his recording room in order to show his newest creation, he always seemed to stay busy even in his free time. You weren’t complaining, though. It was nice to have a friend who was so different from what you were used to.

You also spent a lot of time with Na-eun too. However, the time you spent with her felt different. Not in any good or bad way, just different. With her, it was mainly in the cafeteria, raving over the food after finally finding a free table. It was also trying to talk over everybody in the crowded streets as you two went shopping after work.

You liked it, sure. But with Bang Chan, every moment felt more intimate. Every smile, every laugh or brush of the hand. Was this what becoming friends felt like?

Other than these intrusive thoughts, the rest of your time was taken up by work. Although you were starting to get the hang of your tasks, there were still many mistakes made. Mistakes in which you had to profusely apologize to Manager Chen for, that you had to stay late nights to fix, mistakes which made you almost lose your mind. You hoped that Manager Chen could see your dedication to not only this project, but your job as a whole.

In the duration of this week, you managed to check in with every department involved with the project and partake in the finalization of the Mid-Autumn Festival content idea. It was decided that the group would do three activities: make lanterns, bake mooncakes, and share a fire while watching the moon. All while in the mountains.

You were surprised when Manager Chen asked you to come along to the shooting despite your inexperience. However, it wasn’t a chance you were going to pass up.

The week was hectic. So hectic, that you didn’t even realize it was almost over until Na-eun brought it up.

“Ugh, I wish I could just steal a whole tray of this food home,” you rolled your eyes. The two of you were raving once again at the cafeteria food. You wished you actually knew how to cook.

“Can you not cook?” She asked.

“I can fry an egg,” you said, stuffing more rice in your mouth.

“My six year old niece can do that,” she laughed. Her eyes widened. “What if I come over tonight and teach you? We’ll make fried rice, even you can’t screw that up.”

“Ha,” you said dryly. “I would, but I have literally nothing in my fridge.”

Na-eun gave you a deadpan look.

“How were you able to stay alive for the past couple weeks? At least you got skinner.” She sneered. “We’ll stop by the grocery store after work, I’ll teach you the bare minimum of living alone.”

And that was exactly what the two of you did. Right after you clocked out of work, you met up with Na-eun to go shopping. You decided to take out some cash to pay for your groceries, an action that Na-eun found hilarious. She was almost crying as she explained that a few groceries didn’t cost as much as you thought.

Your trip was successful. The two of you made it all the way back to your apartment and didn’t waste a second to get started. Halfway through setting things up, Na-eun got a text.

“Hey, is it okay if Yoojin comes? I guess she got jealous that I was here with you and she wasn’t.” She chuckled.

“Of course,” you eagerly nodded. “But, wouldn’t it be hard to get here with her injury?”

“What injury?”

“You know,” you continued, “her ankle.”

“She seemed fine to me.” Na-eun said as she started on the rice.

“Maybe she healed fast.” You shrugged.

“Maybe,” she shrugged back and returned to her task.

You texted Yoojin your address, and it wasn’t long before she was knocking at your door. You opened your door, and she immediately leaped at you for a hug.

“Oh, Y/n! I’m still so sorry for that day, I honestly feel horrible.” She pouted, her big eyes staring at you for a response.

“It’s really nothing, Yoojin.” You tried to sound casual. You let her in your apartment. “But, doesn’t your ankle hurt? There’s a lot of stairs coming up.”

“Oh, uhm, the doctor said it was only a minor injury.” She paused. “And I heal fast.”

“That’s good,” you smiled, patting her shoulder.

“But I still feel so bad, Y/n.” She whined. “Lemme make it up to you. I’ll set you up with this really hot guy I know. He’s a law student. You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”

“Kim Yoojin!” Na-eun yelled.

“How about it? You’re free tomorrow, right?” Yoojin looked at you, ignoring Na-eun.

“I guess so,” you hesitantly agreed, “since it’s the weekend tomorrow.”

“Great!” Yoojin wrapped her arms around you, jumping up and down. “I’ll text you everything tonight.”

Yoojin kept up with her promise. After the three of you stuffed yourselves with good food, your two friends decided to leave before it got too dark. It was just a bit later when Yoojin’s text came through. You were to have dinner with this man called Kang Taehyun at an Italian restaurant tomorrow. Although you weren’t too thrilled with the idea of eating pasta, you figured you could withstand it for one night on the basis of trying something new.

You didn’t know how you felt about going on this date. Although you were excited to meet somebody new, something just felt off. Plus, you’ve never been on a blind date before. Who knows how good Yoojin’s judge of character was, or if this guy was like anything that Yoojin described.

You sighed, putting those thoughts aside. It was just a one time thing anyways, and who knows? Maybe this could lead to something. You looked over at Bang Chan’s hoodie. His warm hoodie that smelled so much like him. You should return it soon.

It was almost like he read your mind. As soon as you looked away, your phone rang with a call from Bang Chan.

“Hello?” You picked up.

“Hey, did you find your jacket?” He asked. You were surprised he still remembered.

“No… not yet.” You drifted off.

“Oh. We’ll keep looking for it, yeah? I’ll just buy you a new one if you can’t find it.”

You giggled. A couple seconds of silence passed.

“My shoot ends at six tomorrow. Wanna go to that barbecue place I was talking about?” He asked.

That’s right. Bang Chan couldn’t stop raving about that barbecue restaurant the whole week. He was really excited as his diet would end when he was done with his photoshoot, and he was apparently craving meat the whole time. All his praise made you very eager to see what the hype was all about.

You were about to eagerly accept, but then you remembered the date you had just planned not even a moment earlier. “Can we go another time? I… kinda have a blind date tomorrow.”

A few more seconds passed before you heard Bang Chan’s voice again.

“Blind date?”

“Yeah, my friend set it up. We’re going to this Italian place. Apparently he’s a really nice and handsome guy. He’s a law student, too.”

“Wha- law student? Y/n, are you sure you should be going on a blind date now? I mean, you just got here. You don’t know the city that well and you don’t even like pasta. What if he’s dangerous?” Bang Chan scoffed, his words got faster with each sentence.

“Chan, it’s okay. You don’t need to worry, I’ll be safe. Plus, I trust my friend.”

“You mean your friend you only just met?”

Silence.

“I only just met you as well.” You spat, slightly insulted that he would speak like that about Yoojin.

There was more silence that lingered.

“Whatever. Have fun on your date.” Bang Chan spat back, his harsh tone matching yours. Right after he said that, he hung up.

You looked angrily at your phone. Frowning, you threw your phone on your bed. Who was he to get angry at you for having a blind date? You recognized the dangers of meeting somebody new, but you trusted Yoojin. You were confident that Yoojin was honest about Taehyun.

A boyfriend would be nice too. Ever since your last relationship early in your university career, you haven’t had the best luck with men. It could have been because of how closed off your old friend group was. Your friends stayed consistent ever since you were young, and it was way too awkward to date a friend. You also found yourself way too closed off to go out and meet any new people.

Yes, tomorrow would be a good experience, you told yourself.

The next day, the hours leading up to your date felt like they had passed way too fast. The call with Bang Chan from last night still lingered on your tongue like sour candy, but you were determined to push past that in order to get ready on your date. After all, you didn’t want any frown lines to show.

You were excited to get ready. The amount of time it took to do both your hair and makeup was embarrassingly long, as you wanted everything to look just right for tonight. You didn’t want a hair to be out of place. You also took your sweet time to pick an outfit. Although the skirt you picked out probably wasn’t fit for the fall weather, you stuck with it anyways, choosing to layer a jacket over your outfit. One of your non-burnt jackets.

Double checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you locked the door and headed out. The streets were busy tonight. They were filled with people of all ages trying to relax from their tiring week.

Finding the restaurant wasn’t a hassle as the place was conveniently located at one of the busiest streets for weekend night-life. Dim yellow lights illuminated the tall glass windows just enough for you to see just the shadows of people enjoying their Saturday night. Green vines wrapped around the building, twirling and twisting their way around every crevice available. You tried not to fiddle with your thumbs as you nervously entered the lavish looking Italian restaurant.

“Hello, table for Kang Taehyun?” You asked the hostess. She showed you to a little table right beside a window. It was illuminated by a single candle, and already had two glasses of wine placed on it. And sitting at the table, hands crossed in front of him, was a hideously gorgeous man.

He looked like something out of a drama, really. With his tall nose and his sharp jaw, you struggled to convince yourself that this was a real man. His hands looked twice the size of yours.

“Hi, Y/n?” He asked. “I’m Kang Taehyun.”

He smiled and gestured for you to sit in the empty chair in front of him. You politely greeted him back and sat down. The two of you made some small talk before ordering. He made some suggestions on what to order, but you didn’t really care. You knew you wouldn’t like any of the pastas anyway. Plus, you swore to yourself you wouldn’t be drinking alcohol in front of strangers again.

“I’m surprised you agreed to this date.” You said, awkwardly laughing. “Isn’t a law student supposed to be really busy, especially around this time?”

“Well, I’m mainly doing this as a favour for Yoojin. She helped me with one of my classes.” He took a swig of his wine. “That girl is crazy smart. Or should I say crazy, but smart?”

“Oh?” You didn't want to admit that you were a bit disappointed he only agreed because of a favour. But he was being honest, so that was fair. What he said about Yoojin, though, took you by surprise.

“I’ve only heard rumors,” he tilted his head, “but some say that once in first year she went crazy over a guy. Started stalking him and everything. Apparently she even burned all his textbooks just because he started talking to another girl. They weren’t even dating.”

Your eyes widened at the allegations. There was no way any of that was true. You couldn’t imagine Yoojin — sweet, sweet Yoojin — to be capable of anything like that. There was no way her big puppy dog eyes and her fluffy hair could hurt a soul.

“Are you sure that’s what happened?” You asked.

“I mean, the guy was put into a mental hospital shortly after everything happened,” he shrugged, “so who knows? Maybe he made everything up in his head.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You nodded your head in agreement. Some of your hair fell on your pasta. You blushed, quickly trying to dab the sauce away using a napkin.

“You know Y/n,” Taehyun chuckled, “you’re cute. You’re not my type. I mean, I’ve only ever dated models before, but maybe it’s time to start settling down since I’ll be working at the firm soon.”

Thanks, I guess? You thought. You honestly didn’t know if that was a compliment or a jab, but either way you felt slightly insulted. You didn’t know how to reply to that, but it didn’t take long before Taehyun started again.

“I mean, look at my ex,” he said as he pulled up a picture of his ex-girlfriend on Instagram. She looked flawless in her bikini. “There’s no way I could actually marry somebody like that, right?”

If he says ‘I mean’ one more time… You thought to yourself. This date was turning south fast. This man was extremely handsome — almost god-like — but every word that left his mouth was poison infused arrogance. You didn’t know which was worse: listening to the man in front of you talk about his ex, or eating the pasta that was ordered by him.

You tried your best to stay polite with him for the rest of the evening. It was hard, though, as his cocky personality kept poking you down the whole time. It wasn’t until you finally separated that you had space to breathe. Great, you were left both hungry and annoyed.

Turning the lights on in your home, you sat at the kitchen table, still annoyed over your bad night. You took out your phone, wanting to scroll through the food delivery apps to find something to eat. Your thumbs began drifting.

No, stop. You silently begged yourself. Please, not tonight.

Your body didn’t seem to listen to your mind, however, as your thumb stayed hovering over Bang Chan’s contact. You pleaded to yourself to not press it, but your fingers seemed to have an agenda of their own. You pressed his contact. The phone call started.

One ring. Two rings.

“Hello, Y/n?”

You were shocked. He wasn’t supposed to pick up. Not after how poorly your last conversation went. You didn’t know what to say.

“Chan, how was the photoshoot?” You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t expect him to even pick up.

“It went great — feels good that it’s over, though.” He chuckled.

You wanted to tell him about your date: how arrogant Taehyun was, how fancy the restaurant was, how nasty the pasta was. You wanted to say all that, but tonight it seemed like your body just wouldn’t cooperate with your mind. And sure enough, you caught your mouth running before your mind. But this time, you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Chan,” you took a deep breath, “wanna come over?”

[mrskurono]

Aphrodisiac Pt. 1 // ft. Kageyama + Seijoh

tags: drugs/aphrodisiac usage, noncon (Iwaizumi), slight dacryphilia (Kindaichi), vaginal penetration, handjobs, edging, orgasm denial, slight femdom, noncon photography (Oikawa), footjob, degradation, pet talk, creampie, mommy ish kink (Kageyama)

character(s): Tobio Kageyama (hq), Hajime Iwaizumi (hq), Toru Oikawa (hq), Yūtarō Kindaichi (hq)

Tobio Kageyama 

⇾ Oh Tobio

⇾ He thought you were giving him the opportunity to take care of you all strung out and fun

⇾ But the way he downs his spiked little treat is a testament to how much you knew he needed to unwind for a bit 

⇾ The way his face unscrunches and he’s left like a paralyzed star fish on your bed is the cutest thing you’ve seen in a while honestly

⇾ What might be cuter than that?

⇾ Oh the way he keeps trying to get on top of you and grind into you with that desperate excuse of a hard on he’s whimpering about

⇾ He goes from zero affection to climbing all over you in mere minutes that he’s complaining of being warm and tingly

⇾ “My...everything...and warm.”

⇾ Nothing out of his mouth makes sense even if he’s trying to talk, he won’t stop babbling which turns really into a mess of moans even at your slightest touch

⇾ Now though he isn’t fighting your lips ghosting over his neck, or the way you shift your hands under his shirt, no he is willingly leaning into everything you do to him as he moans up a storm

⇾ He can’t have all the fun and with the way he reacted the second your leg brushed over his crotch when you shifted? Clearly something else needed to be taken care of

⇾ Kageyama is completely useless like this save for the energy he keeps to hide his face every time you tell him how cute he is from above 

⇾ Straddling his lap bringing your core against his cock

⇾ His eyes half lidded as his fingers tangle in his own hair and he bites his lip watching you

⇾ “Do you want something?” “How badly does my baby boy want it?” “You’re just so hard like this~”

⇾ All the teasing and Kageyama is a red faced mess as he grinds his hips up into you like it’ll do anything

⇾ Finally you decide to indulge him though, it’s a treat for both of you

⇾ Sinking down on his cock as he stretches you out and hits your deepest parts 

⇾ Kageyama is a mess under you with his jaw slack and a bit of drool oozing from his mouth

⇾ You do him a favor and wipe up his mouth with your thumb but you notice he tries to follow your touch

⇾ As needy as he is you grin and pop your thumb in his mouth, feeling his tongue swirl around your digit and his eyes roll back in his head

⇾ Kageyama is a mess under you each time you shift your hips and grind into him, his sucking piss poor and mostly he’s drooling over your hand

⇾ Instead you pop it out of him mouth and make him watch as you bring your spit covered hand to your clit

⇾ “I’ll get off with your spit, maybe it’ll make me feel all nice and warm too~”

⇾ He is entranced, be it half lidded, by watching you play with yourself on him

⇾ Moving here and there to feel his cock inside you, its for nothing as you deny him most of the pleasure when you bring yourself to an orgasm just by yourself

⇾ The way you tighten around him and your walls flutter like they want to suck all his cum, Kageyama whimpers and tries to rut up into you like he can even move

⇾ “Shhh, you’re next, I’ll make sure you feel good too baby boy.”

Yūtarō Kindaichi

⇾ This idiot will be easy to talk into trying something fun, genuinely it takes one bat of your eyelashes and Kindaichi does what you want even if he doesn’t know how he feels about it

⇾ Show a bit of skin and he’ll do anything ok he can be simple at times

⇾ Kindaichi doesn’t down it like an idiot though he’s apprehensive to eat/drink it too quickly

⇾ Once he gets down to the last part of it though, and he’s feeling pretty warm and fuzzy, then he shoves/drinks the rest of it in him like he forgets he was apprehensive about it

⇾ Skin on fire, words slurred and half lidded Kindaichi wants nothing more than to have your hands on him

⇾ Asking repeatedly for you to touch him even if your hands are already on him

⇾ Not to mention he’s extra talkative, like, there is no way to get him to shut up and he keeps talking no matter what you do

⇾ Real touchy feely which would be annoying, if, it didn’t mean he’s overly sensitive everywhere else

⇾ “I’m feeling so weird....Please, I want more I-” “No no no, I think you’ve had enough silly boy.” “Please.”

⇾ The way he leans up into your touch when you draw your hands down his chest is wonderful, he’s such a pile of putty it’s pathetic 

⇾ Kindaichi will whimper and make the most delightful noises the entire time that it makes it difficult for you not to get turned on

⇾ Luckily the feeling is mutual though as his hard on was visible through his shorts almost the moment he complained about being warm

⇾ “Come here.”

⇾ Like a puppy dog Kindaichi is ready to do anything you want even if his gross motor skills are a little less than perfect

⇾ Completely useless though its up to you to really get what you want, wrapping your legs around his hips when he poorly tries to push himself inside you

⇾ Giggling at him rubbing against you like a horny puppy with little to show for it besides your juices covering his cock and Kindaichi whining about how warm he feels 

⇾ Help him though and he can hardly keep on his knees

⇾ Moaning like a fool as you position him at your entrance and pull him into you with your legs behind him as leverage

��� Kindaichi is panting with his arms on either side of you, barely keeping himself up, face red all the way to his ears and lips slightly parted panting 

⇾ You have to remind him to move, encouraging words cooing at him 

⇾ “Go on puppy, move for me.” “Lemme see how much you want it.” “Make me feel how warm you are~”

⇾ His thrusts are sloppy, Kindaichi rutting into you and moaning up a storm, everything on him tingling on fire as he can’t find anything to satisfy it

⇾ You push up against him just to lock your legs around his hips and do the same with your arms around his neck

⇾ Gasping a bit he lays almost entirely on you but his limbs are too heavy to move as he ruts into you with desperation

⇾ “You wanna cum hmm~?” “Please-” “How badly do you wanna cum?” “So badly!”

⇾ The way he overstims himself is adorable as Kindaichi grinds into you, tears pricking the corners of his eyes, chasing his own orgasm like its the last thing on earth

⇾ He just can’t take it anymore, the way you tighten around him and the feeling of your fingertips grazing his neck, there’s no way for him to keep his wits about him

⇾ Kindaichi is a sobbing mess as he buries his face in your neck and can’t help paint your insides white with all his cum

⇾ Sweet talking him all the way through it as you push your hips up to meet his 

⇾ You’d almost be mad if he wasn’t clinging to you for dear life with his cock still buried inside you

⇾ Lucky for you he’s not going soft after just one little fluke~

Hajime Iwaizumi

⇾ You will not, and I repeat, will not get Iwa to take anything willingly.

⇾ But he just looks so stressed lately? Work/College is too much, he’s being stubborn and he just needs to...unwind.

⇾ Iwa doesn’t suspect anything when you bring him his favorite drink

⇾ “It’s open?” “Yeah I took a drink of it can I not?”

⇾ He doesn’t have an issue sharing with his s/o so of course he’ll accept it! You’re not Oikawa so he trusts you at face value

⇾ Your eyes go big as he downs the entire bottle in one go around

⇾ The little something you put in his drink hits him the fastest (what do you expect when he just gulped it down in one breath?)

⇾ “My bodies warm-” “Why are my cheeks flushed?” “Am I sick damn it.”

⇾ Yeah it doesn’t last long before Iwa is silent but the clingiest you’ve ever seen him

⇾ Grabbing at your waist, palming your hips and pressing into you no matter what you do he is draped over you like a giant ragdoll and he is so relaxed

⇾ Unlike some of the others, he isn’t much of a talker all strung out like this

⇾ Actually it’s like he has laser focus and suddenly all he can see is you, tunnel vision to the max

⇾ Has no idea how to help himself though his limbs are so heavy and all he can do is press his lips against your neck thinking he’s kissing on you

⇾ Utterly useless hunk but the tent he pops in his pants the second you move your hands over his chest?

⇾ Well worth it

⇾ Iwa’s moans are immaculate seeing as he normally only keeps to grunts and a few words

⇾ Now though he is red from the bridge of his nose to the tips of his ears and he has no idea the puddle of mush he is in your hands 

⇾ Grumbling every time your hands run through his hair or touch his face; he wants more but can’t vocalize it

⇾ Taking it into your own hands as his grabby touch and firm grasp on every inch of you is a delightful turn on

⇾ “Shhh, lay back baby it’s fine.”

⇾ Iwa is staring up at you with such a dazed look that it almost makes you wish you did this earlier

⇾ Gripping his sides and grinding down on him is adorable as Iwa’s arms hang above his head, gripping the sheets under him, eyes glazed over staring up at you while he’s unable to move a single muscle in his beautifully toned body

⇾ For someone who’s incredibly fit, he can’t fight anything you want to do to him

⇾ So when you decide you want a little moment to relax yourself, Iwa is a grinning mess the second he feels the warmth of you slit slide up his cock

⇾ He’s so hard it’s almost pathetic

⇾ But the way he feels nestled inside you and he can’t even move his hands up to touch you is such a sight to see

⇾ Iwa is bubbling with moans anytime you shift on his cock, he’s like your own personal toy like this

⇾ Hands pressed to his chest you can go at your leisure riding him, Iwa twisting and turning under you as he stares up at you with a stupid grin

⇾ “Warm.” “Shh I’ll make you feel good too baby.” “Hehe warm all over.”

⇾ You’ll ride him until you feel his abs tense under your palms, a clear cut sign he’s gonna loose it even if he has no idea what’s going on

⇾ “Not yet.”

⇾ You wanna enjoy the fun a little bit more so the moment you pull him out of you, Iwa makes the saddest whimper as his perfect warmth is gone but it’s well worth it as you steal a kiss

⇾ Open mouthed, needy Iwa trying to suck on your tongue, ignoring the fact you just ruined his orgasm, this is well worth how much trouble you’ll get in later

Toru Oikawa

⇾ You can and will convince Toru to eat something, doesn’t matter what it is bc enough goating and he will fucking eat/drink the entire thing at once

⇾ Really you just wanted to see him maybe a little giggly but this, phew, this is another level

⇾ Clingy doesn’t begin to explain him

⇾ Toru is like a puppy dog but with such an inappropriate touch you’re left to wonder if he’s thinking about this all the time but is composed enough not to

⇾ “Kiss, I want a kiss!” “Lemma touch-” “I’m so tingly everywhere~”

⇾ Grabbing at your shirt hem, running his hands up under your blouse, hooking his fingers in your waistband, he doesn’t care how unsightly it comes off all he knows is he loves the feeling of your skin brushing his

⇾ Now at least when he won’t shut up it’s in the form of babbling incoherent thoughts that honestly are kinda cute

⇾ Mister Hot Stuff suddenly the begging drooling fanboy at your feet gives you a power rush like none other

⇾ If his stupid fangirls could see him now, on his knees, brown hair pushed off his blushing face, a string of drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he looks up at you half lidded, it’s beautiful

⇾ All this talking and you’re wondering if you can shut him up

⇾ “Suck them.”

⇾ Toru’s lips clamp around your fingers, eagerly if you might note, and his eyes close as he leans into your touch to take your fingers down to your last knuckle

⇾ “So needy.”

⇾ You press down on his tongue, force another finger in his mouth, tilt his face up to you, it doesn’t matter Toru sucks on your fingers with enthusiasm and a half lidded glazed over look up at you

⇾ This could go on forever really, maybe just a picture to save the occasion...

⇾ “Smile babe.”

⇾ Toru’s cheek dopey grin with your fingers pressing down on his tongue, you encourage him to open wide and maybe just snap one more for good measure

⇾ As eager as he is, it’s easy to see his excitement travel down below the waist

⇾ His cock standing at attention with the cutest wet spot in his shorts, you wonder if you just touch it lightly with your foot if he’ll-

⇾ “Mmphm~!” 

⇾ The muffled moan on your fingers gives you the biggest rush in the world and you can’t help as you press your foot into his clothed cock

⇾ Toru really is a mess as he nurses your fingers and his hips jolt just ever so slightly when your foot grinds into him

⇾ “You’re so hard...and just for my foot? Soiling your shorts like that too...”

⇾ The more depraved your words are the harder he sucks, the fuck is loving this degradation to its fullest

⇾ Tied up in the way Toru’s tongue swirls around your fingers and the heat growing between your own legs, you nearly miss it if he hadn’t groaned so loudly

⇾ Toru cumming all from just your foot grinding against his cock, his cum seeping through his shorts and the groan vibrating on your fingers as his eyes shut tight and he inadvertently gags himself on your fingers

⇾ A wasted mess he’s drooling down his chin after gagging, brown eyes fixated up at you as he really doesn’t know what happened

⇾ It’s quite alright as the tent remaining in his pants means your fun has just began

[ghoulciifer]

okay I just saw your head canons for itty bitty titties with suna and atsumu but what abt suna, atsumu, tendō and Bokuto (if u can but if you just want to do suna and Tsumu that’s ok 😚) w a s/o who has like DD cups? I’m lowkey embarrassed to wear tight shirts bc I feel like everyone looks at me ☹️ (Ik they aren’t too big but I feel like everyone stares at me all the time 😞)

hc: atsumu, suna, and bokuto with a big chested s/o

tags: nsfw, reader has big boobies

notes: baby 🥺 i’m so sorry to hear that you’re embarrassed by that, but your feelings are completely valid!! though i personally don’t have that issue i can tell you that you’re beautiful no matter what and if people stare then that just shows their character, not yours. your body ≠ your personality. i hope i did you both justice with these, so if not just reach out and lemme know! ❥

» ma’am you would make this man SO happy

» not that your chest is all he’d value about you, ofc, he’ll be the most attracted to your personality and ability to laugh at his dumb jokes when no one else will, THAT’S the first thing he notices ab you

» you just... appeal to his horny side incredibly well

» he never comments on them though. drinks his respect women juice and doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, ever

» until you express how insecure you are about your titties and he’s BAFFLED

» bc in his man brain he’s like ?? how could you NOT be confident with boobs as perfect as yours ??

» but eventually he understands that you think they’re a bit on the bigger side, it’s just he genuinely thinks it’s just more for him to handle/love so why worry ab what other people think?

» when it gets especially hard he never fails to tuck your head under his chin with a hand massaging between your shoulder blades, comforting you with both his touch and his words

» “I think yer beautiful, Y/N. No matter what.”

» WILL fight anyone who stares at your chest

» yk that tiktok with the guy barking at anyone who tries to take his girl friend’s drink from him? that’s atsumu but w dudes who ogle at your chest

» he knows you feel objectified from it and ain’t no one makin’ his baby feel bad

» like the small titty gang, he’ll praise them in the bedroom to no end, like will have his hands on them constantly and loves the way they look when the flesh pokes out between his digits

» even though he understands the necessity of a bra (uh back pain), he always loves the few times you do let the girls free, especially if you’re in one of his shirts/jerseys - like, he WILL jump your bones

» but yea, over all, atsumu’s an understanding dork of a boyfriend who never fails to make you feel comfortable in your own skin, regardless of chest size

» much like the small chested hc, he couldn’t care less what size your titties are

» but does he find them attractive? absolutely, much like the rest of you

» probably isn’t as in tune with your emotions as atsumu or bokuto are so you’ll definitely have to tell him you aren’t feeling yourself, he might pick up on it eventually but it’ll be much later

» just wants you to be open about it so he can help his girl asap

» he’ll probably wrap his arms around you from behind and bury his face into the crook of your neck so he can whisper all the things you need to hear, for your ears only

» “C’mon, Y/N, you’re gorgeous... don’t let something like that keep you from seeing what I see.”

» he understands how people’s stares make you feel bc he’s aware of how shitty most dudes treat women, so instead of barking like atsumu he’ll just stand around you or turn you away from whoever’s makin’ googly eyes at you

» doesn’t stop him from giving said perpetrator a heart-stopping death glare tho

» again, suna’s heavy with degradation in the bedroom, but will never aim it at your insecurities, instead he’ll save those comments for praising you

» and his favorite way of doing that is keeping his mouth latched onto each breast, leaving love bites n’ bruises between each swirl of his tongue around your nipples

» suna doesn’t really care what you wear because, hello, you look hot asf in everything BUT he would kill a man to see you in a crop top whenever possible tasteful underboob

» overall, very supportive boyfriend, you just gotta tell him when you’re feeling less confident so he can fulfill his good boyfie duties of reminding you he loves you no matter how big ya titties are

» this boy is SO PRECIOUS

» will make you feel like a queen the second you express even the slightest insecurity about your chest size

» much like atsumu he’ll be confused because in his eyes, you’re a literal angel who excels in perfection with beautiful tits, holy shit

» but he knows what it’s like to be insecure! so you bet your sweet ass he’s going to go above and beyond to make you feel better, even if you don’t outwardly express you’re upset

» will fold you up into a little ball and just hold you in his lap, caging you with his arms and legs, kissing your hair, forehead, cheeks, nose, etc.

» and will be gushing with praises in between each little peck, i mean he is spewing straight honey from his mouth the whole time

» “Baby, you’re so perfect, how could you even say that? I think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, Y/N, and I love you so, so, so much.”

» you might have a few cavities from how fuckin sweet this man is

» very much like atsumu, he will attempt to confront anyone who’s blatantly staring at you and your chest, very much like a feral dog BUT will stop the minute you tell him not to

» then proceeds to shield you like suna, but doesn’t even give the asshole the time of day because his baby is more important :)

» bo is a soft daddy dom and is heavy on the praise, so expect lots of comments about how perfectly your tits bounce while riding his cock or how beautiful they look covered in his cum

» he loves smushing his face between your breasts, pls suffocate him with them i’m so sorry

» as loving and soft as he is with you outside of the bedroom, if you wear anything that shows even the slightest bit of cleavage he WILL go nuts, so, do with that what you will

» bokuto just loves you for you, he values your heart before your body so as long as you keep loving this lil’ airhead back, you’ll be just fine

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Those who weave (New Series Snippet)

So, I’m starting a new series! I’m not dropping Nostalgia of course, and that series is still my priority so this one won’t have scheduled updates, but I’m having a really tough time writing (in general, and for Nostalgia in specific) so I decided to start posting this one.

It is a Reincarnation fic, basically, with some curse elements. Of course, an AU, takes place mainly in the Viking era, late Middle Ages, and modern times.

It is an Ivar/Reader fic, but it does have a lot of Freydis in it, because...it’s me, of course it has Freydis on it. I am trying a new side of her on this one tho!

A few things about this story:

It is a Reader-insert, and though I do have a faceclaim for her (Turkish actress Özge Törer) it is for graphic thingies, no descriptions in the story. However, it isn’t very inclusive, since in some of their lives her and Freydis are half sisters. I’m sorry for that.

It will be divided into three acts/lives: Sight, Love, and Time.

It is a fucking mess. I have to leave behind very important themes of the canon story, like the aspect of Valhalla, and Ivar’s ambitions of fame, and many other things, because they simply don’t fit as conflicts or themes with a multiple-lives dynamic. But I have fun writing this, and I hope you will have fun reading it.

So yeah, I really don’t know how to make these announcement thingies, but I wanted to make one for this cause a) I worked really hard on that graphic thingy and I want you to see it cause I’m stupidly proud of myself, and b) I wanna check who wants to be tagged for this.

I’m tagging those on my ‘All’ taglist, please lemme know if you wanna be added or removed! Love ya!

Snippet of...something under the cut. It technically happens during the Love Act, but it is a scene that doesn’t happen in the main story, an alternate POV of sorts.

So, quick ground rules: Ivar remembers their past lives (not all of it, but he remembers the Reader and Freydis, and sometimes other people), Freydis and the Reader don’t remember anything most of the time (but Freydis has premonitions regarding her and her sister’s futures).

I hope you like it 😉

Katia sits before you on the bed, her back to you and her eyes closed as you methodically brush her hair. Just like you used to when you were children.

Your mother taught you differently than Katia’s mother did, and she remembers how endlessly fascinated you were while growing up at how she chose to wear her hair with rarely any coverings, just as she was so delighted in finding linens and jewels to make and adorn your shawls and veils.

Your fingers replace the brush, and she feels you carefully toying with the strands of her hair.

You sigh, a little wistfully, a little lost.

“I liked it better when your hair was blonde,” You tell her, chuckling after your words like you haven’t just stopped her heart with but a sentence, “I miss braiding it.”

Katia tells herself this is nothing out of the ordinary. Since you were children she has heard you talk of a world neither of you ever knew, little lost promises of a life that was nothing but a dream.

She remembers how you’d wake her up saying your chest hurt and that you didn’t want to leave her alone, how you’d sit at her side in the mornings and ask if you’d ever be back home even as you had breakfast in the only home you had known; and she remembers how just as easily you’d lay by her side and sleep again with no memory of your pain come morning, how you’d smile wistfully and forget your nostalgia with a bite of a biscuit and the start of your day.

All her life, she has written it off as nothing other than illusions, nothing other than the soft heart of her sister lingering in a world of dreams.

Now, she isn’t so sure they are dreams. Now, she isn’t so sure she doesn’t know Ivar, now she isn’t so sure he is crazy.

The man towers over her, but strangely enough, Katia doesn’t feel fear.

All she feels is anger. All she feels is rage and hate.

And a part of her feels strangely vindicated at the lost look in his eyes, like someone she never was -or someone she never stopped being- is cruelly delighted at his pain.

“You are Freydis,” He tells her, and she keeps careful eyes on him but says nothing, “You’re playing games with me, y-you’ve cursed me.”

“Cursed you?” She asks, the beginning of a smile on her lips. To anyone else, she might look like a woman that has lost her mind, but, to him, she dares think, she looks like a woman powerful, a woman he’d wage war against. “I would think I’d have a reason to curse you. Tell me…did I?”

There’s something there, something human in all the rage of a monster, something like pain, like grief. But the man doesn’t allow it to linger for long, and the pain morphs into wrath before her eyes.

“You took everything from me.” He snarls, rough hand grabbing Katia’s arm and forcing her closer. His eyes are piercing and wrathful as they look into hers.

“What is going on here?” You call out from behind her. And the man’s eyes leave her to focus on you as you approach. His hand drops from her arm, and Katia holds her breath.

Pale blue eyes shine as your soft footsteps approach, and as the man’s expression trembles with something like pain, something like hope, something like love; Katia finds herself afraid to turn around and find a woman she doesn’t recognize in her sister’s place.

She notices the change in him at the sight of you, and for the first time she feels fear.

And she waits now, with baited breath, for you to shake off the veil of dreams, the chimera of something that never was, that never would be.

But you don’t. You continue trailing soft and delicate fingers through her long hair, as if you aren’t making dread and fear poison her from the inside with each passing breath of silence.

“Blonde?” She asks, and her voice trembles, but she doesn’t care.

“Mhm,” You mumble, not really paying attention. After a moment, you take a breath and start again, “Ivar’s eyes were very blue today, di-…”

“His name isn’t Ivar. You should know that by now.”

“That’s what he said his name is.” You insist, but there’s a strange stillness to the way you hold yourself now, when she turns to meet your gaze.

“And he says my name is different too, do you believe him?”

“You aren’t Freydis,” You chuckle, saying the name that haunts Katia’s dreams with terrifying ease. And it feels familiar, coming from your lips. As familiar as the curve of your smile, as familiar as the way you look at that monster that pretends to be a man. You reach with your hand to put a lock of dark hair behind her ear, and offer a soft smile, “Your hair is different.”

She asks what she hasn’t dared ask in a whole life at your side, “W-What else is different?”

“Everything is, and…nothing is,” Your eyes are dazed, and though you are looking directly at her Katia would swear you cannot see her. “You’re my sister, and you love me. That hasn’t changed.”

She doesn’t quite understand why a part of her sighs in relief at hearing you admit you know -knew?- of her love for you, but she does understand why a part of her tightens in fear at the implications that swim in her mind.

And she voices another question, “And what he is to you, has that changed?”

She doesn’t say his name, maybe because she doesn’t know which one to utter.

You smile, and your eyes focus a bit on her, see more of her, “That could never change.”

Her eyes fall from yours, for she cannot keep looking into a familiar hue and see familiar warmth.

She feels you lean forward and press your brow against hers, a gesture of comfort that only makes her shut her eyes tight and bite back a sob.

“Alll our Fates are woven together,” You promise, a death sentence as you grasp your sister’s hand. “We may forget, but those who weave our Fates cannot.”

Come morning, you won’t remember the previous night; come morning Ivar’s eyes will be less blue; come morning, his pain won’t make the memories return to you like strings that tighten and tell you he needs you, or who you once were.

Come morning, you won’t remember. But Katia will.

And she will vow to do whatever it takes not to lose you to him.

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Part 3 - Look At The Flowers

Warnings: Fluff. Smut - hand jobs, oral, ass play. Saliva. 

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The last few months had been rough for everyone; the hoard was successfully redirected but they had lost members of the community in doing so.  A larger community of survivors had been keeping close tabs on the Hilltop and attacks had become frequent until it had all come to a head and what could only be described as a battle of life and death had broken out.  It had taken weeks to repair all the damage, burn the dead and get back a feeling of safety again.  

The pantry store was once again full, everyone had worked overtime to replenish stolen or damaged supplies, injuries were healed and with the hot summer weather everything was again calm at the Hilltop. 

Daryl and Jesus had been trying to plan a small picnic for at least a week and finally everything had fallen into place for it to happen.

Daryl had worked hard on repairing his bike; it had taken longer than he had wanted but with everything else that had been happening, finding parts had become next to impossible. Jesus had been trading with other local communities to secure the final wires and pipes that Daryl had needed.  

“You ready to take a ride?” Daryl smiles to Jesus. 

“I’m ready. Are you?”

Daryl nods and smiles widely at the bike; his pride and joy only second to his boyfriend. 

“If it came to saving me or the bike…. Which would you choose?” Jesus laughs. 

“Ooh… oh that, that is a tough choice but… I guess I’d have to choose… hmm…. Yeah I’d choose you.” Daryl laughs with him and wraps an arm around Jesus’ waist, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. 

The pair set off out the gates and Daryl can’t help but smile at the sound of his bike; smoother and quieter since being fixed, it wouldn’t draw any extra attention.  Jesus gave directions from his position riding pillion and Daryl happily took them until they reached a large open meadow with a waterfall and clear river running through it. 

The bike rumbled to a stop and went silent as Daryl shut it off “how did you know about this place?”

“Found it on some extended recon a couple of weeks ago and made sure to find it on our maps.” Jesus grins and lifts off the picnic basket he had packed. “Thought we could do with some nature..”

Daryl climbs off and walks with Jesus to the side of the river where they set out a blanket to lay on. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen water so clear.”

“No pollution, nature is looking after itself again… I think there’s a cut out behind the waterfall too… wanna go for a swim before we eat?”

He didn’t need asking twice; Daryl stripped off his clothes and left them in a pile on the blanket as Jesus did the same, both heading to the water and shivering as they dipped their feet in. 

“Oh shit that’s cold!” Daryl grumbled “colder than the showers at Hilltop!” 

“Suck it up…. We’ll warm up later.” Jesus took a breath and slowly wades into the water, making high pitched noises as he submerges himself fully. “Ffffuuuuck! Water is great!” 

Daryl laughs and leans on a large boulder on the side “great huh?” 

Jesus narrows his eyes and quietly swims over, grabbing Daryl’s wrists and pulling him in before he could do anything to stop it from happening.  

He yelps as the cold water covers him and comes up gasping “god damn that’s fresh!”

“Told you the water was great!” Jesus laughs and splashes Daryl before heading for the waterfall and checking to make sure he was following.  

The water was indeed refreshing and the longer they spent splashing around and play-fighting the quicker their bodies became accustomed to the temperature; the sun helped as it shone directly over them at midday and had warmed the water. 

As stomachs rumbled the men decided that food was probably a good idea and they made their way to the bank to climb out and dry off in the sun as they ate.  Jesus ended up laying with his head on Daryl’s thighs while he was leant against the large boulder at the shoreline.   Daryl smiles to himself and picks at the surrounding wild flowers, carefully threading them into Jesus’ full beard until there wasn’t room for any more. 

He sits back happily and waits for Jesus to open his eyes. 

“Daryl. My love. Light of my life. What have you done to me?” Jesus keeps his eyes closed. 

“Nothin’..” he shakes his head but Jesus could hear the smirk on Daryl’s lips. 

“Uh huh… so why can I smell flowers so close to me?”

“No idea..” he shakes his head again. 

Jesus sighs and reaches his hand up to his beard, feeling the flowers laced through. “Do I look like a flower nymph to you?”

“You do now, yeah!” Daryl laughs. A proper happy laugh; something he hasn’t fully felt for longer than he can remember.  Since before the world went to shit.  

Jesus grumbles and pulls out some of the flowers, looking up at Daryl and realising there was nowhere to stick them and then turning his head with a chuckle and threading the stalks into Daryl’s pubic hair; just above his cock.

“Cheeky!” He gasps and chases after Jesus when he hops up and runs off.  He gets close to catching the flower nymph a few times but at the last moment Jesus would change directions. They both laughed a lot and ran into the river again, the flowers floating free easily and disappearing down the currents. 

Daryl pushes Jesus through the falls and presses him up against the rock formation behind it.  There was a cut out from the water but it needed a little climbing to get up into it.  For now they stayed embraced against the wall, lips working over bare skin, teeth leaving light marks in places only they would know about.  Arms were entwined around each other while their tongues danced with each other and their cocks hardened. 

Jesus runs his hands down his boyfriend’s back, gentle and light over the scars then digging his nails into Daryl’s ass cheeks when he squeezes them; the actions pull a moan from deep in Daryl’s chest that only Jesus could hear over the noise of the waterfall.  

They shuffle their legs until both have a thigh between the other to rut against; something they’d only recently started doing.  Hips rocked against the other until both their cocks were fully hard; Daryl hissed as he skinned his knee but kept his hips moving against Jesus. 

“Fuck you’re hot..” he moans and kisses over Daryl’s neck, careful not to leave any visible marks, his own hips moving to Daryl’s thick thigh.  They both grind against each other until Jesus pulls away and climbs, carefully, up to the cut out followed by Daryl. 

They scrabble to wrap arms around each other again; Jesus straddles Daryl and pins him, reaching down and wrapping a hand around his cock as Daryl does the same to Jesus.  Their hands twist and jerk each other in time, their hips rutting against the other and drawing out low moans that echo around the small cave. 

“Fuck, Paul…!” Daryl arches and ruts his hips to try and gain more friction. 

“So good!” He pants and leans down to kiss Daryl and moans into his mouth.

Daryl pants and flips them over moving to suck Jesus,

“Swing around…” Jesus grins and winks. 

Daryl nods and moves to position his cock to Jesus’ mouth, leaning down to suck his at the same time.  They both moan and move their heads in opposition to the other, hands trailing over thighs and asses.

Jesus runs his fingers lightly over Daryl’s hole, listening for any protests; when he gets none he does it again with a little more pressure.  Daryl pants around Jesus and mimics his movements over Jesus’ hole.  They both hum and rock their hips, Jesus decides to try a little further and pulls away only long enough to spit on his fingers, taking Daryl whole again and sucking in pulses. 

They both writhe against each other and when Jesus feels Daryl relax further he pushes a finger into him.  Daryl tenses for a second then groans loudly around his boyfriend. Taking this as his sign to continue, Jesus thrusts his finger slowly and adds a second.  

Daryl pulls away to breathe and spits on his fingers, carefully teasing Jesus and pushing his finger inside him while sucking along his cock again. 

Jesus runs his hand over Daryl’s thigh and scratches lightly, easing him on and reassuring him he was doing good.  Crooking his fingers Jesus thrusts slowly and moans as Daryl mimics his motions; adding a second finger and thrusting in time with Jesus. 

The cave filled with their moans and groans of passion, the smell of sex was trapped with them as they continued towards their respective releases.  

Jesus’s hips rut and buck uncontrollably as Daryl sucks harder and faster around him. 

They both speed up and thrust their fingers faster inside one another; mouths busy working each other’s cocks until for Daryl, the sensations are too much and he pulls away long enough to call out with his orgasm.  Jesus swallows around him and gasps when Daryl wraps his mouth back around his cock and sucks hard for a few more seconds until he feels Jesus down his throat when he groans roughly. 

Their fingers slow to a stop and they carefully untangle themselves, laying in the cave breathing heavily while they relax in their post-coital bliss. 

The light has changed and Jesus sighs “we should get back… I think it’s getting late.”

Daryl nods “let’s uuh… get cleaned up first… and we should definitely do this again.”

“Yeah? …all of it?” Jesus asks with trepidation.

“All of it.” Daryl nods with a smile. “That… that was a lot of fun.  Felt real good.”

They both make their way back down into the water and get cleaned up, packing away the picnic remnants and waiting to dry off before putting clothes back on.

“Stay with me forever Paul…” Daryl looks into his eyes. 

“Is that a proposal?” He smiles. 

“Uuh… I… I guess it is, yeah.” He half laughs and blushes with a smile. 

“Yes. I’ll stay with you forever, Daryl.” 

Climbing back onto the bike, Daryl pulls off and instead of it just being a figure of speech, they ride towards the sunset. 

[angstysebfan]

Ok a request? Lemme think! Hmmmm, ok. How about “reader and Seb have been dating for a while but Seb is getting a little distant. Reader overhears a conversation Seb has with Mackie about all these nasty things about her, it breaks reader’s heart and it makes her go home and move back to her old apartment. She confides in her best friend, Tom Hiddleston, and he helps her boost her self esteem and with having fun again, like a good friend. When Seb finds out, he becomes a jelly boi, confronts them when he sees pictures of them together and Hiddleston isn’t having it.” You can do whatever with the ending. I trust you ❤️

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Oh boy this one is going to hurt me. Even though a lot of people are mad at Seb and he has been acting like a douche canoe, I still love him...

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Is It Too Late?

You lie on your bed staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours. A lot of different things going through your mind at once, and all of them about your current relationship. You have been dating Sebastian for about 3 years, and for most of it, it has been absolutely amazing. He has an actor and have to travel the world to film, while you are just your everyday average girl, but you both always made it work. You met him through your best friend, Tom Hiddleston, who is also an actor.

You noticed over the last 5-6 months, Seb has been very distant. You don’t understand what happened, but you are worried that he might be losing interest in you, or cheating. I mean when you compare yourself to the women he had before, and the ones that throw themselves at him, you could understand why you don’t measure up. 

With a sigh, you get up from the bed to go in search of your boyfriend. Maybe he doesn’t realize what he is doing, and with a little heart to heart, things will get better, hopefully. You go to walk into his office when you hear him laugh and speak in hushed tones. You peek in and see that he is on the phone and go to step away when you overhear what he says, “I don’t know Anthony, I’m just over her. She is so needy and whiny. I mean if she was gorgeous I would ignore it, but she isn’t. I just don’t think I can handle this with her anymore, ya know?” he says.

You cover your mouth with your hand, in hopes of covering up the gasp. Tears immediately form in your eyes as you turn and run back into the bedroom. You force yourself to calm down after letting a few tears fall. You quickly grab your suitcase and start clearing your things out of the apartment. Seb continues his conversation, not realizing what is happening. Once you are done collecting everything, you put it all by the door for a quick escape.

You walk into the office, as Seb is still on the phone. You stand in front of him with your arms crossed, looking none too pleased. Seb looks at you with furrowed brows of confusion. “Hey Anthony, let me call you back,” he says before hanging up. “What’s wrong?” he asks innocently. You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, “I just wanted to say goodbye,” you say.

His eyebrows shoot up in shock, “Goodbye? Goodbye as in you are going out and will be back later, or goodbye as in goodbye?” he asks standing up. You look into his blue eyes and see an expression you haven’t seen in awhile, nervousness. “Goodbye as in... I don’t know. I have to think about things and I think it’s better if I’m away from you,” you say.

You are proud of how strong your sounding, considering you are falling apart inside. Sebastian walks around his desk, “Is everything ok?” he asks softly, reaching out to you. You step away from his hand, which you see shocks him again. “I just think you need more than a needy, whiny ugly girlfriend, so maybe we should just call this what it is. You have been distant for awhile and it’s obvious you fell out of love with me, so I am giving you your out,” you say as tears form.

“I-- No, Y/N, wait please! Let me explain, please!” Seb pleads with you as you back away from him. “I heard you. I don’t need you to make up some stupid ass lie or excuse. I’m leaving,” you say as you turn around. Seb follows you out to his front door, begging you to stop and listen to him. You pick up your stuff and without sparing a glance you walk out of his apartment.

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It’s been a few days since you went back to your old apartment. Everything that you brought from Sebastian’s continues to sit by your front door where you dropped them. He has called you multiple times, along with millions of texts, all that you have ignored. When your phone rings again, you go to throw it when you see it is not Sebastian who is calling, but Tom. 

“Tom?” you answer through your tears. It takes no time for him to come to your apartment and hold you while you cry. He packed a bag to stay with you for as long as you need him, and while you finally fall asleep, he starts to clean your apartment and order your favorite food. He calls Sebastian to give him a piece of his mind as well. The conversation is short and to the point, and it finally makes Sebastian stop reaching out to you.

Over the next several days, Tom holds you while you sleep, and constantly tells you how amazing, and beautiful you are. You have a hard time believing him, though, but he just keeps reassuring you. It takes awhile, but he finally gets you to smile and laugh again, which feels really good. Over time you both start going out into the world and having fun, whether at bars, clubs, museums, or anywhere else that will put a smile on your face. You are so grateful for your best friend.

--

Seb sighs as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. it’s been too long since you left, and he hasn’t been able to reach you. He thought giving you some space might calm you down enough so that you can talk. The hurt he saw in your eyes haunts his dreams, more like nightmares. Every night it’s the same thing; you leaving without him explaining that he wasn’t you he was talking about. He knows he became distant, but it wasn’t for what you thought. When Tom called him screaming, he tried to again explain, but Tom wouldn’t hear him out. He has tried to call Tom again, but he won’t answer his calls either.

He looks at the picture on his phone of you and Tom dancing together at the club. You never wanted to go to the club when you were with him, at least he didn’t think you did. He looks at how happy Tom makes you, and he wonders if Tom is keeping you away from him so he can be with you. Does he hold you tightly at night. Does he kiss your soft lips every day? Does he tell you that he loves you more than anything?

Seb reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out the velvet box. The reason he was distant was because he didn’t want to give away the surprise. He wanted to marry you, but now he has no way of telling you. Sebastian sighs and looks at the diamond ring before standing up. “Fuck this, I’m not giving up without a fight!” He says to himself before walking out of his apartment toward yours.

When you opened the door to frantic knocks, your heart and stomach dropped. There is a very disheveled and out of breath Sebastian. “Y/N. I know you think I was talking about you, but I wasn’t. I’m so sorry I was distant from you, but it was because...” Sebastian got down on one knee causing you to gasp, “Y/N L/N I love you more than anything in the whole world. Will you please consider talking to me so I can explain and then hopefully marry me?” he asks as he shows you the big diamond.

At this point Tom walked into the room to see what was happening. “Let him have his say Y/N,” he says when he sees you hesitate. You turn and look at him for a moment before turning back toward Seb and nod. Sebastian released the breath he was holding and stood up, following you into your living room. He nods at Tom, who smirks and leaves you two alone.

“Seb, I know what I heard that day,” you say sadly, looking at your hands. Seb slowly put his hand on top of yours, seeing what your response was. When you didn’t pull back, he sat closer to you and continued to hold your hands, “Y/N, I know with me being distant, it sounded like I was talking about you, but I wasn’t. Anthony and I were talking about one of the crew on our show. She has a huge crush on me and is very needy and whiny around me. She tries to get my attention--” “So if she was gorgeous you would give her a chance?” you said sternly, interrupting him.

“No! That comment was a stupid inside joke that I regret immediately. She likes to tell everyone that she thinks everything is gorgeous, and she is gorgeous, so I said it to make fun of her. I want nothing to do with her. I only want you! I love you, Y/N! You’re it for me, baby! I want nothing more than to marry you and be with you forever,” he says. 

You are crying at this point, not sure who to believe. “Y/N...” you hear Tom say. You turn and look at him, “I spoke with Anthony and he confirmed everything Sebastian said,” he says. Seb looked at Tom with a relieved and appreciative smile. You look at Seb, “Ask me,” you say. Seb’s breath hitches, “Are-are you sure?” he asks. You nod and he laughs, again getting down on one knee.

“Y/N, will you please put us out of the misery I caused and marry me?” he asks. You look at him and a smile slowly makes its way to your lips.

“Yes.”

--

Hope you liked it. I played with different version of the ending or how I wanted Seb to act, and this is how it worked out. lol

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Osborn’s 5✩ Inspiration: Sleepless Starry Sea [星海无眠] Date Translation (Prologue)

“So, are you covering my ears now because it's thundering in the exhibition hall?”

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I've heard many stories about the ocean, but I've never actually gone and understood the ocean.

And now, as I mulled over my new design that had "the ocean" as the theme, Osborn had suggested bringing me to the Oceanarium.

❖☆———————————★❖

Standing in front of the long, winding corridors, it was only then that I realized… that the very ocean had been slowly unravelled before our very eyes.

Clear and bright blue light encased the entire area as huge fishes swam past overhead. Their scales glinted faintly in the light, reflecting a multitude of colour down below. And beneath our feet was the ocean, deeper, darker…

My footsteps faltered as an instinctive terror gripped me. For a moment, I didn't quite know what to do.

Osborn: Why aren't you walking?

MC: Oh… The corridor's too attractive, so I'm walking slower because I want to look at it longer.

The corners of his lips curved upwards as he headed towards me.

Osborn: Sorry, but I can't wait for you.

He then smoothly took my hand, balled into a fist from my nervousness, into his own.

He tugged gently, dragging me alongside him as we traversed the deep sea together.

MC: Thanks.

Osborn: Mm.

Then, I felt his long, slender, fingers slide between my fingers, domineering and powerfully intertwining our hands together.

Osborn: I much prefer this method of showing gratitude.

MC: …...

I gripped back, feeling the warm response from his palm.

❖☆———————————★❖

It was only after I passed the transparent corridor that my "leisurely stroll through the sea" really started.

My vision became brighter as colourful tropical fishes endlessly swirled around. It was almost as if we'd been pulled into a fantasy; of the wondrous Oceans in Fairytales

MC: The colour schemes of these tropical fish are really bold…

MC: Looks like I won't be going back empty-handed this time!

A faint smile played at the corner of his lips as he turned around to ruffle my hair.

Osborn: I hope the same goes for me too.

Before I could react, Osborn tugged me along, moving deeper into the depths of the oceanarium.

After a while, we strolled into a vast, open and bright area.

The ceiling in this area was inlaid with a huge transparent sheet of glass. The afternoon light shone in, spilling into the waters. There were a couple of huge fishes leisurely “lying” at the surface, basking in the rays of the sun.

MC: Fishes sun tan? But this one’s so huge and it looks really strange… What kind of fish is this?

Puzzled, I suddenly noticed the explanatory board that was partially obscured in the dark.

MC: Lemme see… this fish is called Hoo-

The words “Hoodwinker” came into view. I jolted, subconsciously letting go of Osborn’s hand as I darted in front of the explanation display board, physically blocking it.

MC: H-Headfish! This fish can play cat's cradle; can you believe it? Aha, it's really amazing!

Osborn raised his now empty hands, arched an eyebrow, and looked at me with a playful expression.

Osborn: It's pretty amazing, yes.

MC: Haha, there's nothing worth looking at here. How about we go somewhere else?

Osborn: Not gonna wait for this fish to do some cat's cradle thing for us?

MC: No need. What's so nice about watching a fish play cat's cradle? I'll do it for you next time if you want to see it that badly!

Brushing it off with a laugh, I pushed Osborn into another direction, unable to help feeling a little miffed.

MC: Why’s this fish called “Hoodwinker” of all things? Osborn has a competition tomorrow; that’s way too inauspicious!

In order to prevent Osborn from noticing anything amiss, I could only do one thing: Keep “self-sacrificing” till I divert his attention elsewhere… I purposely stepped on his shoelaces, telling him that fishes were flying above as I held onto the explanation display board, feigning dizziness.

My acting was clearly over the top and forced, but fortunately enough, Osborn didn’t seem all too interested in the “Headfish”, so everything proceeded smoothly enough.

We were just about to leave this area for good when a little boy suddenly exclaimed from behind.

Kid In Passing:  Mommy! This fish has such a weird name! Hood-

MC: Wait a minute-!

❖☆———————————★❖

A cacophony of alarm bells went off in my head! As quick as wildfire, I quickly rushed before Osborn,  jumped up, and tugged him downwards by the neck

Osborn was pulled down, his frame bent over mine in surprise as he was caught off-guard, my hands tightly pressed against his faintly red ears.

Osborn: …!?

It wasn’t till the little boy walked off with his mother that I slowly lightened up.

Osborn: You…

Raising my eyes, I collided with the depths of Osborn's clear and bright orbs.

He stared at me for a fleeting moment, his warm breath hitting the top of my nose, brushing against my cheeks in a ticklish manner.

I blushed, attempting to withdraw my hands that were still covering his ears, only for him to hold it firmly back down.

Osborn: So, are you covering my ears now because it's thundering in the exhibition hall?

❖☆———————————★❖

MC: Y-Yes! How smart!

MC: The equipment up in the broadcasting room collapsed earlier! It sounded way more terrifying than thunder, it frightened me...*Coughs*

The words came out in such a rush that I accidentally choked on them.

Osborn chuckled, helping me pat my back before taking out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewing it before handing it to me.

Osborn: Have a drink. No rush.

Osborn: Must be hard putting up an act the entire way through, no?

MC: ...Huh!?

As I looked at him in astonishment, Osborn held my shoulder and turned me to face the other side.

Osborn: Look.

I glanced in the direction he was pointing at.

There was a lazy hoodwinker basking leisurely in the sun in one of the glass tanks of the exhibition area.

MC: Oh! It's a Hood...

Osborn: Yeah. Hoodwinker.

Osborn: But you can always call it a “Sunfish” if you don’t like the name that’s been put onto the display board.

MC: You…

Osborn: D'you think I'm similar to that dumb-looking fish?

MC: Of course not!

Osborn: Then, what are you so panicky about?

Osborn raised his fingers and gently flicked them against my forehead.

Osborn: There's no need to let your thoughts run wild. The one standing here right next to you now is none other than Osborn himself.

Rubbing my head, I stared at his usual devilish smile in slight disbelief.

MC: You already knew what it was called?

Looking at the unfazed smile on his face, I then realized that all my blatant efforts to cover it up were all for nought, and that I must have looked exceedingly stupid in his eyes.

MC: If you already knew it, then why didn't you tell me?

Osborn: Because…

Osborn: Letting you be all considerate about me like that feels rather nice.

The magnetic and deliberately lowered tone of his voice graced my ears, and I could suddenly feel my heartbeat pick up.

Osborn: Shall we continue?

Osborn instantly took my hand into his again, and the previous embarrassment I felt melted away, giving way to the faintly growing sweetness that started to well up from the bottom of my heart.

Where do I want to go next?

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

✥ Choose your Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

END 2 + 3 | Choice: Approach [亲近] ⊹Touch⊹

END 4 | Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

END 5 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ★Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Freedom⊹ —————★❖

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folklore - isaac lahey {1/?}

my first isaac piece... y’all i can’t even lie this kind of got away from me but here we are so let me know if you want me to commit to making this a series!!

this is pre-bite isaac!!!! because i haven’t seen anybody write for him before he was bitten so i wanted to explore the dynamic of him and reader while he was just normal, which obviously i’ll get more into in future parts if anyone would be interested in reading more <33 feedback would be really appreciated !!!!!

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word count: 3.2k

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse (i think that’s it but let me know if i missed anything)

mostly fluffy but a lil angsty

i’m gonna tag the people that replied under the post i made asking if anyone wanted an isaac fic hope that’s okay <3 let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list for possible future parts!

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PART 2

You could remember with complete clarity the day you'd met your best friend, who also kind of happened to be your only friend, but that minor detail didn't even matter as you wouldn't ask for anyone else or anyone more and what was better was that you knew for a fact that said best friend felt the exact same about you.

It was the first day of middle school when you'd met your long time best friend, both of you had been wide eyed and hopeful about the coming years as you were seated beside each other in your very first class. He'd been shy at first, glancing at you with a nervous smile and playing with the zip of his pencil case when the teacher instructed you all get to know the person beside you.

"My name's (Y/n), what's yours?" You asked him, a friendly smile on your face- you knew from the get go that you were the louder of the both of you. 

"I'm Isaac." He answered you with a smile that was more certain than the last one he'd offered you.

He'd tensed up again, however, when you pointed towards his backpack. Even so early in the day someone had already poked fun at the bag that was covered in comic book characters that the boy loved so much, with the way you pointed at it excitedly he couldn't help the nerves that built up in him, he didn't know why you were excited, you either liked his backpack or you liked teasing people, he seriously didn't know.

His nerves settled down once you'd actually opened your mouth, "Woah, your bag is so cool! You like Spider-Man too?" Your eyes sparkled with excitement and Isaac finally allowed himself to reciprocate it.

"Thanks! Spider-Man is my favorite superhero! Do you read comics?" He asked you with a smile that had widened significantly since the beginning of your meeting.

"No, I don't have any comic books at home…" You explained with a slight frown before your lips lifted back upward as you continued, "I watch all the movies with my dad, though!"

Isaac nodded in understanding, blue eyes shining bright with happiness that he'd made a friend so easily, while he usually found the task quite difficult since he was very soft spoken, your charismatic energy seemed to rub off on him as he found himself talking to you easily.

"I've got some in my backpack, do you want to read them with me at lunch?" The boy asked hopefully, his shy demeanor returning ever so slightly as he realized he'd just taken a leap of faith, something he didn't love doing.

Head nodding enthusiastically, your smile grew only wider, "Yeah!"

The memory always made you smile as you'd sat with each other at that lunch time and at every other lunch time from that day onwards. You and Isaac were a pair, as you grew up you did mostly everything together, his father and brother loved you and your parents loved him just the same.

He knew all of your secrets and you knew all of his, including how abusive his father became after the death of his older brother, he'd told you but under the condition that you didn't breathe a word to anyone else, so you kept your mouth shut but did everything in your power to support him in the aftermath of a punch or emotional scar. 

Isaac often voiced how much you meant to him, despite the fact that he wasn't great with putting his feelings into words, he always managed to remind you that he was sure you were some sort of guardian angel to him or how you were really and honestly his favorite person in the whole world. The proclamations more often than not came mixed with shaking breaths and sobs from your favourite boy. You were both sixteen the first time it happened.

A knock on your front door tore your attention away from the show you were watching, you raised an eyebrow in question. Neither of your parents were home and you weren't expecting them back until the next morning, shrugging your shoulders you made your way to the front door, opening it revealing Isaac looking more broken than you'd ever seen him in your five years of friendship, his blue eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with red, cheeks painted in tear tracks and loud sniffles sounded from him along with a sob that threatened to rip your heart out when he met your eyes.

Immediately you'd rushed him through your doorway, barely taking the time to shut the door before you had your arms wrapped around his shoulders, standing on your tiptoes to reach him due to how tall he'd become in the last few years. His arms wrapped around you in seconds as he began shaking against your smaller frame, sobs wracking his body violently. 

After a minute, when his cries didn't die down as they usually did, you ushered him towards the couch, sitting him down and taking the seat beside him while you looked him over for any obvious injuries.

The only thing you noticed was that his fingernails were stubbed and bloody, as if he'd broken them trying to claw himself out of somewhere. You slowly and gently placed your palm to his cheek, stroking your thumbs under his eyes, removing his tears as you did. He was cold, no, he was freezing and you couldn't tell if he was shaking from the temperature or from whatever trauma his father had inflicted on him to put him in such a state.

"What happened, Isaac?" You asked softly, scooting closer to him when his hands reached out for you, they clutched the fabric of your hoodie- his hoodie- tightly, he only shook his head, pulling you into him completely, arms now wound tightly around your torso as he cried into your shoulder, you'd never seen him this shaken up, you'd never felt his tears soak through two layers of your clothing but you supposed there was a first time for everything as your curly haired best friend couldn't fight the tears that just kept flowing.

Your hands ran through his curls, scratching softly at the nape of his neck, something that usually always worked in calming him right down, only it wasn't working and you couldn't stand the way he was still freezing, you wanted to help him, you always helped him, you were at a loss as he cried this time though, you didn't know how to help.

"You're freezing." You murmured, his breath hitched at your statement and you had to move his head from its spot between your neck and shoulder, hands back on his cheeks.

Reluctantly you separated from him, fighting the urge to throw yourself back in his arms when he let out a panicked whimper, quickly you grabbed the throw blanket you kept on the armchair beside the couch and made your way back to Isaac's side, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders tightly and rubbing your hands up and down his arms softly, you tried your best to heat him up.

"I'm going to make you a hot drink, ok? Then we can talk- or watch a movie or just- yeah. I'll be back in a minute. I'm right in the kitchen if you need me." You fretted, kissing his forehead before rushing into the kitchen. Hot chocolate always cheered Isaac up, he'd once proclaimed that if he could only drink one beverage for the rest of his life it would be hot chocolate. You really needed a win with him tonight so with shaking hands you began making a cup of hot chocolate for your best friend. 

It got hard sometimes, staying strong when you saw him so broken, sometimes you wanted nothing more than to cry with him, let the pain you felt for him consume you, but you never did, not in front of him anyway. If there was one thing he hated more than himself being upset it was making you upset and you knew that, you knew that it you cried for him in his presence he'd be reluctant to confide in you in fear of upsetting you. You couldn't have that, he needed you and you needed to be there for him, even if it hurt.

So you took a deep breath and walked back to your living room, cup of hot chocolate in hand, relief flooded you when you noticed Isaac had stopped crying, he was still sniffling but the tears had ceased.

"Here bub." You placed the cup in his cold, shaky hands before returning to your place pressed against his side, "Thank you." 

His voice was scratchy and broken as he spoke, "Not just for the drink." He added on, voice merely a whisper.

Shaking your head you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, "You don't have to thank me for anything." You told him quietly, he'd never ever owe you anything and you wouldn't want him to ever think he did.

"But I want to." Isaac placed the cup on your coffee table and took both of your hands in his, "You're the only good thing I have left." His voice was certain and as steady as he could make it because as horrible as his experiences were, the thought of being able to collapse into you once it was over got him through it.

Without saying a word you rested your head against his shoulder and tightened your grip on his hands, holding them in your lap while you waited for him to continue.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."  Titling your head up at his words you let your lips press to his cheek, something you did often.

"Well, you don't ever have to worry about that because I'm not going anywhere." You reassured him, a smile rising on your face when his lips met your forehead.

You and Isaac were always affectionate with each other, from sharing beds at sleepovers to holding hands if one of you was anxious. Naturally, you were very touchy person and it played in your favor that your best friend craved physical affection. The two of you just worked.

And sure sometimes when he'd hug you from behind or when he'd absentmindedly play with your hair you wished that he was more than just your best friend. What you didn't know was that Isaac felt the same, every time he told you that he loved you he wanted you to know just how much he really meant it, let you know that the words ran way deeper than just your friendship. 

What made things difficult was trying to act none the wiser about Isaac's home life when his father would invite you over for dinners or movie nights, the same way he used to before he started using his youngest son as an emotional and physical punching bag. It was genius really, he kept up appearances and if you hadn't gotten the truth out of Isaac you probably wouldn't have guessed that his father was such a scumbag.

Tonight was one of those nights. Mr. Lahey invited you to stay for dinner when he noticed you studying with Isaac, helping him with chemistry, at the dining table. Not wanting to leave Isaac alone with the man for any longer than he absolutely had to be you had taken him up on his offer.

You even helped him make the meal, it was times like that you were extremely thankful for your acting skills.

Isaac's father sat at the head of the table while yourself and Isaac sat across from each other either side of the table.

"So (Y/n), d'you find yourself a boyfriend yet?" The older man asked you with a smile, "Dad-" Isaac chastised, his eyes wide and cheeks blushing a rose red.

"Um, no not yet." You answered, glancing at Isaac quickly before moving your gaze to his father, "How are things at the graveyard?" You asked sweetly, praying to God that he'd drop the topic of your love life. What were you supposed to say? "No I don't have a boyfriend but I am in love with your son who you're abusing you piece of shit."? 

Luckily, he didn't push on the subject any further, "It's been busy lately with all these animal attacks." 

"It's a mountain lion right?" You asked with interest, looking at Isaac now, the boy shrugged, letting out a chuckle at your curiosity, "That's what everyone's been saying."

"I heard from Scott McCall that it's some kind of wolf." You explained, finishing off your plate as Isaac raised an eyebrow, "You know McCall?" 

"Yeah, he sits next to me in homeroom, he's pretty nice. Anyway he said him and Stiles were out in the woods and he swears that he heard a wolf howling." You shot off, a million theories cooking up in your head as the words left your lips excitedly. You didn't miss the soft smile on Isaac's face as he listened to you talk so passionately.

The hearty chuckle of his father cut you off and you turned your head to look at him, "There hasn't been a wolf in California in over sixty years." He stated, standing from the table, collecting your plates and placing them in the sink before pointing to Isaac.

"Whatever it is, it got someone else last night so I need you to go down to the yard and start digging." Isaac only nodded, pushing himself up, "I'll walk (Y/n) home and then I'll head over." 

"Sure, you kids be careful out there." He replied superficially, letting out one last chuckle as he left the room completely.

"You ready to go, bubs?" You ask, grabbing your backpack and throwing it over your shoulder, "What?" You asked when you noticed Isaac hadn't moved but was instead looking at you with a quirked eyebrow and a fond smile, his arms crossed infront of his chest.

"You gonna be warm enough walking home in that?" He motioned towards your blouse and you threw your head back in frustration and grumbled, "No probably not."

"Wait here, I'll grab you something." He told you, pecking your cheek as he passed you.

It only took Isaac a minute to return to the kitchen, grey cardigan in hand, he loved that cardigan but in all honesty he loved it more when it was on you, which is why he picked it for you to wear on your walk home. Usually you forgot to give his clothes back to him when he'd leave you at your doorstep, which always led to you wearing it into school the next day, he absolutely loved when you wore his cardigans and his hoodies, the way the sleeves hung way past your wrists made you look so adorable to him and he had to stop himself from throwing his entire closet at you.

"Is that your favorite cardigan I see?" You questioned, a knowing smile on your face.

Isaac gave you a playful shrug, handing the cardigan to you and stating, "My favourite cardigan for my favorite girl." 

*

"Hey!" A whisper hissed from the desk behind you, glancing back you saw Stiles Stilinski leaning forward towards you, his entire upper half against his desk.

"Hi?" Your voice was uncertain as the boy with the buzzcut gave you a triumphant grin while Scott rolled his eyes from his seat beside you and infront of Stiles.

"You know Derek Hale right?" The question threw you off slightly, your family had been close with the Hale's before they'd all perished in the house fire six years ago, all except Derek- the prime suspect although you knew it couldn't have been him who set the house ablaze.

"Well, I knew him. He and Laura used to babysit me. I was friends with his younger sister too, back in elementary school." You answered Stiles' question, "Why?"

"Did he seem murder-y to you?" Stiles asked, ignoring your question while Scott let out a tired sigh at his best friend's antics. "No. He was sweet, they all were." You told him sternly, growing tired of his questions about people you would've considered your second family until the vast majority of them burned alive.

Scott's voice was softer than Stiles' when he leaned towards you, "He's uh back in town. We saw him at the Hale house yesterday. We were just wondering if you knew why he was here?" 

"Derek's in town?" You asked, eyes wide while Scott nodded in response, brown eyes searching yours for any kind of answer to his previous question. "I didn't even know he was back." Your voice was merely a murmur, you tried your best to digest this new information but all you could think about was how you needed to see him.

"If you're looking for him, I'll help you find him." You offered to the two boys who shared unsure looks causing you to release a sigh, "Come on you two, out of the three of us I'm the only one whose gonna get any answers out of him. He's not exactly welcoming to strangers." 

The words left you flatly and the two of them knew you were right, "Yeah you're right. We're going to stop by the house again after school you could meet us there?" Scott agreed, furrowing his brows as he watched you shake your head and scribble something down on the corner of your page, ripping it off, "I've got plans with Isaac after school today but I'll ask my parents if they know anything, they were really close with the Hale's." You explained, handing the scrap of paper with your phone number on it to Scott, "Give me your numbers so I can call you if I find out anything useful." Scott nodded gratefully, scribbling down his number on the side of his page the same way you had while Stiles just looked at you with a funny expression on his face, "Don't you hang out with Isaac like every day? Can't you just ditch him this once?" You let out a humorless chuckle, raising an eyebrow at the boy, "Would you ditch Scott?" 

Stiles grumbled something under his breath, finally seating himself back in his seat properly, defeated by your retort.

Stiles wasn't wrong, you did hang out with Isaac almost every day but you'd never once ditched him just as he never ditched you, you weren't going to change that for the sake of two boys that you barely knew.

You'd met Isaac during a dark period of your life, when the Hale fire happened and all the people you'd been raised around suddenly disappeared from your life, he'd been exactly what you needed and he continued to be that person who always made you feel like there was always something to hope for even if everything looked grim.

He was the living embodiment of surviving hardships, and although he'd never realize it, he was the reason you were able to pull yourself out of slumps and keep pushing forward even when you felt like the weight of the world was crushing your chest. One smile or word of encouragement from Isaac and all that weight would evaporate into nothing.

As the bell rang you wanted nothing more than to find the boy who occupied your thoughts and tell him about the information you'd just been given, you definitely needed a pick me up after finding out Derek was back in town and you hadn't even seen him.

So you set off, giving Scott a small smile before exiting the classroom and making your way into the busy hallway, starting your search for Isaac the second you entered the crowd.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

HOLD ME

Alexander “Tig” Trager x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: about suicide and drugs. Angst.

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

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Your phone rings in the middle of the night, palming the nightstand sleepy to hook off the call.

“He—Hey, my sunshine…”

Pulling it somewhat away, you check the hour.

“Good god, Alexander… It's four”.

“Yeah, I'm so—sorry. I just wanna hear yo—your voice”.

“Are you drunk?” Rolling over the bed you used to share with him, you rub your eyes with two fingers leaving a heavy snort on air.

“More or less”. Chuckles by the other side of the speaker.

“I'm gonna han—”

“No! Listen, lis—listen… Listen, how was your day?”

“Alexander, I'm tired. And I was sleeping”.

“I kno—I know. I'm sorry, baby”.

Everytime he calls you by that pet-name gives you chills. You still in love with him, after almost seven years with that man and all its ups and downs. It's been six months since he fucked up what you had together and it's the first time he calls you, even if you have seen him before at Teller-Morrow, sometimes, when Jax had needed you.

“I'm sorry f—for everything I've done to you”.

Your heart is racing so fast that you're starting to think it's going to jump off of your chest.

“I hurt you and you didn' des—deserve it. You're the love of my life. I'll alw—always love you and I want yo—you to remember it, okay?”

That sounds bad. That sounds pretty bad. Sitting up on the bed and turning the light on to take away the sheets, you place your feet on the floor walking close to the chair where your clothes are.

“Hey, Tiggy, listen. You've revealed me, uh?” You're trying to keep calm, because you have never heard him talk like that. “Where are you? I've actually had a ba—”.

“Shh… It's ok—okay, baby. Don't worry”. Hearing some coughs while you're wearing a pair of jeans, supporting the phone between your ear and your shoulder, you try to find the keys of your car. “I just ho—hope that you can find som—someone who loves you as I do… But never hurt y—you as I did”.

“Tiggy, come home”.

“Go back to sl—sleep, everything is go—gonna be okay”.

Before you can say anything else, he hangs up the call. You try to call him again but the phone is off. Running to your car, you type Jax's number by heart impatiently, turning on the engine.

“What's up, (Y/N)?”

“Is Tig there?”

“No”. He just say.

“Did you fight?”

Silence. Nothing. No words.

“He called me. Drunk. Telling me… things that sounded really bad, Jax. We need to find him”.

You can hear a snort.

“I beg you, Jax. Help me to find Tig”.

“Check the cabin, Chibs and me are on our way to his house. Call me back”.

Throwing the phone above the copilot seat, your press the gas as hard as you can. You're praying all you know to reach on time, before he can do something stupid. And the road looks like it's longer than never, even if you're driving over the speed limit. Lucky there's no police to stop you. A bunch of possible ideas dance in your head, which worse than the last, knowing well that Jackson should told him something about all the bad things he did. Starting by your relationship. And you were conscious that he wasn't well after leaving him. Tig just collapsed after understanding what he had done.

Car headlights illuminate the wooden facade and the black motorbike parked next to the porch. Stepping out of the car faster as you can, your legs burn running towards the door. You hit it with your palms, screaming out his name, for some long minutes. But there's no answer. The windows are covered by the curtains, disabling the view inside. Going downstairs out of the porch, you run again to the backyard, checking the other windows in case they're unlocked. Nothing. Wrapping your fist in the hoodie you're wearing, you hit the glass of the back door, hard enough to break it and slide your hand inside to open it.

“Alexander! Alexander! Tig!” You shout desperate turning all the lights on.

He's not there, but you find empty bottles of whisky lying on the carpet and some white dust scattered on the table, close to a small picture of both. Together. He's breaking your heart more painfully than six months ago.

“ALEXANDER!” You scream again running all over the cabin, going upstairs and stumbling an instant along the way.

All the doors are opened, peeking into each room till you finally find him. Your heart stops. Swallowing saliva you take a step with a hand raised to him. Tig is lying on the bed with the gun barrel pointed at his left temple.

“Tiggy… pull it down”. You whisper, trying to calm him in some way.

“No… No… Leave, baby…” He sobs loudly, shaking his head as the tears are running down his cheeks. “Leave, please…”

“I'm not leaving. Pull the gun down”. You take another step closer to him. Just two more and you can reach his feet.

“I do—don't want you to se—see me like that”. The man cries out somewhat loud. “Leave!”

“I'm not leaving, Alexander! Put the damn gun down!” You shout at him losing your mind. “Do you think this is the best way to fix it?!”

“I don' wan—wanna hurt you anymore”. Shaking his head again, he puts his gaze away from you.

“You're doin'et now”. You assure trying to breathe calm, leaning above the bed in slow motion by your knees, sitting on your heels. “I can't… live without you”.

Slow, so slow, you raise a hand straight to him.

“Give me the gun, my tiger”. You beg looking for those blue eyes you can die for.

He hesitates, finding yours in the middle of the dark, nodding somewhat gently. Looks like an eternity, an agonic one, watching him moving his hand close to yours till the cold steel touches your palm. You hold the heavy gun, locking it and throwing it to somewhere over the floor. His crying becomes louder and more bitter, as you crawl the mattress next to the Son'. By a side, you hold his neck wrapping it with your arms and forcing his head to rest on your chest. The mental breakdown that it's hitting his whole tensed body opress your breath, feeling him trembling under your grip.

“I'm so sorry, baby… I'm so sorry”. Tig bewails licking his chapped lips holding on the arm it's surrounding his throat.

You know he needs to treat himself about his alcohol addiction. That's the shit that always gets him in trouble. The same shit that fucked up what you built together through the years. Kissing dearly his head, you pull him closer, with the same pain that it's squeezing his heart like yours.

“Lemme take you to the shower”. Using a soft tone of voice, you get up from the bed with extreme care tangling your fingers with the longest.

He nods again, trying to put on his feet and supporting half of his weight on you. Placing an arm on your shoulders, you walk step by step, slow, to the bathroom some meters away from the main room. Turning on the light and sitting him down on the toilet, you begin to undress him starting by the sweaty shirt smelling like whisky. Continuing by his boots as Tig rests his back on the marble wall, you pull them by a side to unzip his jeans. So, when he's already naked, you help him to sit inside the bathtub using the cold water to wet his body. The man curls his knees against the chest, surrounding it with both arms and resting his head on it. He's not crying anymore, being somewhat shocked in complete silence.

When you think it's enough, you turn off the tap leaving some soft caresses on his back and kissing his kiss again. Getting up of your knees to grab a big towel hanging on the door, putting it in your shoulder so you can help your, yet, husband to lift his heavy body up. Wrapping him into the fabric, he gets out of the bathtub sitting back on the toilet.

“Stay here, okay?” You ask him caressing his cheek, as he nods with the head down. “I'll be back in a minute”.

Walking downstairs you call Jax, enough seconds to tell him you found Tig. Not how. Not where. Not how long ago. Only that you found him. Hanging up the call, you come back to the bathroom. The man still in the same position you left him. Making him kneel in front of the toilet, you open it.

“Open your mouth”. You just say, tucking two fingers in it until you press his throat.

Sometimes you ask yourself who else could do something like that. You love him too much to let him die. It's not his time. And of course, it's not the way. After several retching, he vomits.

“Throw it all, Tiggy”. You mutter pressing a hand on his abdomen and the other, after cleaning it on your own shirt, supporting his forehead.

He coughs some times, and smells pretty bad, but you should do it. Not as if it were an obligation, but a promise you made to him, even if he didn't fulfill his. Leaving him some seconds, you put the plug locking the sink to let the cold water run and fall on it like a cascade.

“Come're”. You whisper this time, getting him up and closing the tap.

He sinks his face inside it, breathing the water enough to clean his nostrils and his throat, until he drowns a little. Drying him with another towel, looking at you sad and distraught. Turning him by his shoulders and guiding his steps back to the room, as if he was a statue, Tig having a sit on the edge of the bed lets you dress him with a clean pair of boxers.

“Lie down”. You ask him putting a hand on his chest, to make him do it. And when you're about to come back to the bathroom, he holds your wrist.

“Don' leave, please”. He begs you with a broken tone and a painful gesture because the effort.

“No more drugs, nor alcohol”. You sigh, closing your eyes for a second feeling his fingers touring your skin till he tangled them with yours.

“I'll do wha—whatever you ask me to”. Cleaning his throat as he coughs again, pushes you closer. “I don' wan—wanna lose you again”.

You sit on the bed, turning above him to rest your free palm on the other side. Leaning forward over his chest, you leave a soft kiss on the man's forehead, pulling back some black wetted curls.

“You are the on—only thing I have loved in li—life. Nobody else. Noth—Nothing else. Only you”.

“I know”. You just say, pulling yourself away to lose yourself on his ocean eyes.

━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━

Sitting at the table and having a spoon full of Fruity Loops, you have the box in the other hand reading the clues for the crossword. It's a sunny day of a June morning and you're enjoying your free weekend in complete silence. Till the main door gets opened, followed by heavy steps crossing it. Tig appears in the kitchen with a hug smile draw on the corner of his lips. But there are no words, turning around the table and placing himself by your back. With a hand supported on the wood, the man puts somewhat like pocker red chip between the bowl and you. Looking at him a little confused and a raised eyebrow, you pull down your gaze again, taking it with two fingers.

“One year”. He just say with somekind of happiness in his voice.

He infects you that big smile on his face, sitting by your side and resting an arm on the top of your chair.

“'Am clean”. He adds then, poking the chip softly.

You can't believe a whole year passed by after that tragic night, when he almost ended up with his life. Jax told you to leave him at the clubhouse, but you knew it was the worst idea ever. So you brought him to the house you shared for seven years, hoping that it would help him to heal and redeem himself for all the wrong he did. He stayed at the closest room towards yours, being by his side. You fight with him the need he had of getting high, of getting drunk; forcing him to empty the bottles and throw the drugs inside the toilet before moving with you, to your house. And you also forced him to assist to every party SOA had. No whisky, no beer, no cocaine, no weed and no sex. Nothing for a year.

“I wanna make the right thing with you”. Tig says freeing your hands to hold them with his. “Give me a chance. A last one. No compromise. Just… think 'bout it and tell me whenever you want”.

Leaving a sigh and pulling away your eyes on nowhere, you end up nodding.

“Okay, but…”

“I'll not”. He interrupts you before you can finish the warning.

[trulivin]

On the Job

Golden Eyes Part 2 | Part 1

A/N: SURPRISE SURPRISE. Here it is! (Finally). One down, seven more to go. Sorry it’s taken so long, but I hope you enjoy this! As always, send feedback! Enjoy! I figured you guys would like this better than another update. I got a lot of this done last night so I did my finishing touches tonight. Hopefully I caught all of my mistakes! 

Also I’m thinking about doing a tag list for whenever I post imagines? Lemme know what you think.

P.S Let me know if the link works for Part 1. My computer is being janky right now. 

Kaz Brekker x Reader, Six of Crows

Warnings: Slight abuse, cursing 

*Hopefully my gif works this time*

Y/N went straight to Jesper after she left Kaz’s room. “Well hello there Ms. Sharpshooter,” Jesper bowed, jokingly as she approached. Y/N shot him a grin before asking, “So Kaz says you have a job to do and I was wondering if I could tag along?” Jesper thought for a moment, but the mischievous look on his face told her she was already allowed. 

“Hmm? Let’s see you could take anyone’s eyes out in a moment or shoot them in the head. I think you can,” Jesper replied. “Besides, we need someone to draw our target out anyways. And with those golden eyes of yours I think you can do it.” 

Y/N’s face faltered a bit, but she nodded refusing to let the idea of playing the seductress ruin this. “Great so I’ll come get you tomorrow and fill you in before we go,” Jesper smiled before heading off to the Crow Club. “Awesome,” Y/N muttered, sulking again. Of course it had to be this type of job, she thought to herself. 

“There’s the girl I was looking for!” Inej exclaimed, dancing gracefully over to Y/N, snapping her out of her thoughts. Y/N gave her a small smile and Inej’s face dropped. “What now?” she asked. “Nothing,” Y/N said as innocently as she could. “Bullshit,” Inej pursed her lips. “Nothing I swear! Kaz finally let me go on my first job with Jesper,” Y/N said. 

Inej narrowed her eyes and prompted, “But.” 

“But,” Y/N huffed, “Jesper said they needed someone as bait. And I’m said bait.” 

A look of sympathy flashed across Inej’s face, before she grabbed Y/N’s hands, leading her to her room so they could talk in private. 

Once the girls were settled, Inej said, “You don’t have to go you know. Kaz wouldn’t think anything of it.” But Y/N shook her head. “I have to go. I just got everyone to shut up,” Y/N said. “But Y/N, we both know you got the worst of it at the Menagerie,” Inej said quietly. Y/N sighed recalling all of the horrible memories. 

“Look,” Inej started, “I’m just saying, you don’t have to do this type of thing.” 

“I’ll have to at some point. Might as well be now. Besides I’ve practically been begging Kaz to let me go, and I told him I’d be fine. Do you know how embarrassing it would be if I went to him now and said ‘oh wait I can’t do this cause I’m afraid a guy is going to try and feel me up’?” Y/N mumbled. Inej gave her a funny look but said, “Kaz wouldn’t blame you. He’s not one of the nasty men. I mean he doesn’t have a conscience I swear, but he still has some respect for women.” 

Y/N snorted, “It still makes me look weak.” 

“You aren’t.” 

“I know. It’s just time. I can do this Inej. I’ll be okay.”

Inej sighed and eventually nodded in agreement. “Okay, try and get some sleep. Jesper is a hyper one to work with so you should be fully prepared,” Inej smiled, standing up. “I wouldn’t doubt it,” Y/N laughed. “Goodnight!” Inej called before floating out of her room. 

Y/N laid awake for a few more hours telling herself she was going to be fine. “It’s been over a month and you’ve been doing great,” she muttered to herself in the dark. At last, after a long while the restless girl eventually fell into a deep slumber. 

The following morning, Y/N was immediately met by Jesper. Big Bolliger was lingering in the hall behind him and Y/N assumed this was the other guy on the job. Great, she thought to herself. The guy that absolutely hates me now for almost shooting his manhood off. 

“So, you ready?” Jesper asked with wide eyes. Y/N noticed how his leg seemed to be shaking and one hand rested on his pistol, tapping on the side of it. “Uh, sure,” Y/N said. Jesper’s face split into a grin and he rushed by her. “I’ll fill you in when we get to the spot!” he called over his shoulder. 

Big Bolliger shoved past her, obviously still unhappy over the previous day, following Jesper out. Y/N felt a pair of eyes on her and turned to see Kaz making his way down the steps towards Per Haskell’s office. His impassive expression was back, but his eyes were burning with something else. Anxiousness? Concern? Anger? 

No not anger. He’s always mad at something, Y/N told herself. Catching his eye for a moment, she silently told him she was going to be okay before hurrying after Jesper and Big Bolliger. 

Kaz stopped on the landing in front of Per Haskell’s office, finding Y/N’s eyes. Quickly, he found the girl staring at the entrance where the two boys just went through. He could tell she had doubts about going, but he knew she wouldn’t back out much to his dismay. As if she could sense his presence, Kaz saw her turn around and her golden eyes met his. He sucked in a breath and silently wished she would come up to him and say she wasn’t ready and that she changed her mind. 

Unfortunately, the look in her eyes told him the opposite. He saw her eyes soften at the sight of him, but just as quickly as they found his, they pulled away, and Y/N flitted out the door and into the sunlight. 

Unbeknownst to Kaz, Inej saw the whole exchange and grinned at the thought of Y/N and Kaz. 

Y/N eventually caught up with Jesper, having to walk at a very brisk pace. “Saints! Slow down Jesper,” she exclaimed, finally reaching him. “Keep up golden-eyes. I’m in charge today and I set the pace,” Jesper snickered. Y/N glanced around nervously. She felt too exposed weaving in and out of the hustle and bustle of Ketterdam. 

“What exactly is the plan?” She asked. “Wait no, what exactly is it we’re doing?”

“We need to get this slummy little Ravkan trader to cough up some coins he owes Kaz,” Jesper said, “But he is smart enough not to travel by himself because he knows how Ketterdam is. A real con artist if you ask me. Not a very loyal Ravkan considering he hoards most of the kruge for himself instead of actually giving it to his boss.” 

Y/N nodded, trying to dodge more bodies. It was already hot enough with the sun beating down on them. How in the world does Kaz wear a tie everyday? Y/N thought to herself. 

“So,” Jesper continued, “Your job is to get the guy away from his little friend.” Y/N looked around as her, Jesper, and Big Bolliger made their way to a table in front of a little bakery across the street from some club. Y/N was tense. It felt ten times hotter already, and she was very unnerved at how quiet Big Bolliger had been this entire time. 

“There’s an alleyway, just over there,” Jesper pointed diagonally across the street to the left, a few buildings down from the club. “You need to get him over there where I’ll be covering the backside. Big Bolliger will cover where you enter the alley and we’ll handle it from there. Easy peasy,” Jesper concluded. 

Y/N didn’t say a word thinking about how she would have to lure him away from his friend. Tante Haleen’s voice rang out in her head, “Be a serpent girl. Draw them in with those eyes and then strike. The men love it.” 

“You know,” Jesper’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, “If you aren’t comfortable with this you don’t have to do it. We can find another way.” Y/N glanced at Big Bolliger and he was eagerly waiting for her response. She would not give him the satisfaction. 

Y/N shook her head, “No, I can do this. I’ll be fine. Easy peasy, like you said.” Jesper gave her a wary look but nodded his head. Big Bolliger, however, had a look on his face that ran shivers up Y/N’s spine. He was betting on her to fail so he could chew her out and get her back for yesterday. Y/N gulped and sunk in her seat watching the crowd roll by and trying not to vomit all over the table. 

After about thirty minutes of waiting, Jesper nudged her arm, “There he is.” He pointed to two fairly pale, slimy looking school-boys. The target was the taller of the two, but almost sickly like. The boy had absolutely no muscle on his body, but had a slight gut popping out from his stained shirt. 

“That’s the con artist?” Y/N asked in complete shock. She stifled a laugh as Jesper rolled his eyes. “Yes he doesn’t look like much, but that guy is pretty good at what he does. His friend on the other hand is just along for the ride,” he said. 

“Jesper, this guy is like our age,” Y/N burst out laughing. “Yes yes I know. But Kaz needed him to run something to another guy. Then the other guy made the mistake of telling him to take money back to Kaz and well you get the idea,” Jesper said. 

“Let’s go,” Big Bolliger snapped, interrupting their conversation and standing up, walking away before the two could say anything. Jesper and Y/N then stood up and he turned to Y/N one last time. “Look it’ll be ok. We’ll be just around the corner and will be on the guy as soon as you get him in the alley,” Jesper smiled at her before disappearing in the crowd. 

Y/N took in a nervous breath before making her way towards the two guys in front of the club. Putting up her best facade, she waltzed up to them, eyes on the taller one. “Win good, boys?” Y/N smirked, batting her eyes. Everything inside of her was screaming to run. 

The two Ravkans eyed her curiously, but the target took the bait. “No not today, sadly,” he said with a thick accent. “Oh that’s too bad,” Y/N pouted, resting a hand on his shoulder. The guy reeked. 

“I’m sure there are other ways to make up for it though,” she whispered, biting her lip. Gag. The man liked where this was heading, and allowed his hand to slip over her back, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. Y/N stiffened as his hand slid dangerously low. 

She pushed aside her fear and said, “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private? I’m sure your friend won’t mind.” The guy smirked and turned to his friend, speaking something in their native language. She only understood bits of Ravkan, but this was surely something she didn’t want to hear. The two guys shared a disgusting look and high-fived before he said, “All set.” 

“Wonderful,” Y/N muttered as she turned her back to him, pulling him towards the alley. The guy stayed very close behind her. Y/N felt the weight of his hand on her lower back, slipping ever so slightly lower. She suppressed her shutter and kept telling herself, just a few more feet. Memories of slimy men flipped through her mind like a movie, and Y/N felt as if the walls were closing in around her. 

Every step she took, Y/N heard the comments about how such a little girl was so beautiful, but along with that Tante Haleen’s words echoed through her mind as well. Every beating, every client who made her cry, everything terrible. 

But one voice kept her walking, ignoring the man’s hand, ignoring his breath on her neck. I don’t want to see you get hurt like that again. You don’t deserve it. Kaz’s voice was the loudest of them all. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t care. He kept her from drowning, and his voice gave her that sense of hope that she could make it through this. 

Y/N felt a wave of relief rush through her as she could see the alley maybe six feet in front of her now. She turned towards the Ravkan and gave him a mischievous grin. He took the bait yet again, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. His head found the crook of her neck and started placing wet, nasty kisses. Y/N had to physically hold back her puke. 

Just as they were about to stumble into the shadows, a very familiar voice rang out, “Is that my serpent?” Y/N froze. Tante Haleen was staring directly at her with an ice cold glare. “You bitch!” she shrieked. The Ravkan pulled away from her and gave her a confused look. “You know this girl?” he asked the Peacock as she was approaching them. “Oh I know this one all right,” Tante snapped. “She wanted out of my house for the longest time. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s playing you right now! She doesn’t like when men touch her,” she sneered.

The Ravkan glanced around nervously. Y/N couldn’t move or speak. “If you’re going to act like this then I’ll just bring you back to where you belong!” Tante Haleen screeched pushing through the crowd. The Ravkan took one more glance at Y/N before bolting. Before Y/N had known what happened though, Big Bolliger’s body slammed into the Ravkan and dragged him into the alleyway, not before shoving Y/N onto the ground. Tante Haleen reached the girl on the ground and yanked her up by her hair. Memories of the night Y/N took the beating in public resurfaced. 

“I told you I’d take you back in chains,” the woman snarled in Y/N’s face. Tante’s hand ran across her cheek and Y/N could feel the tears burning in her eyes. She slapped her repeatedly and threw the girl back on the ground. You don’t deserve it. 

Y/N’s head cleared as soon as she heard Kaz’s words echo through her mind. They were as clear as day. “No,” Y/N mumbled, finally able to form words. 

“Excuse me?” 

“No,” Y/N said more firmly, meeting the woman’s gaze. “I will not!” 

Instinctively, Y/N kneed the woman in the stomach and sent her crumbling to the ground. She knew how to fight back. “I’m not scared of you anymore,” Y/N hissed, kicking Tante square in the face. The woman was knocked out cold. Y/N shook herself out and ran into the alley.

Big Bolliger had the Ravkan pinned up against the wall as he was struggling to get something from his pockets. “Thank you, thank you,” Jesper said as the guy handed him two pouches. “Alright I think we got it all,” Jesper said after counting. Y/N let out a sigh of relief as Big Bolliger let the man drop. The Ravkan immediately took off in the opposite direction and disappeared around the corner. 

However, Big Bolliger then rounded on her. He came storming at her, shoving her against the wall. She felt his hands close around her throat. Everything was starting to cave in on her again and her mind went back to awful times when men pulled stuff on her like this. “Whoa whoa!” Jesper exclaimed trying to pull him off, but he just shoved him out of the way. “What the hell was that?” Big Bolliger snarled in Y/N’s face. Y/N found herself at a loss for words again, partially from being strangled at the moment.

“You try an act all tough, but I see right through you. And you just proved it! You could’ve ruined the whole job, bitch,” his words cut through her like a knife. “All you’ll ever be is some whore that Brekker decided to pull off the streets for himself.” Ouch. 

“Dude, let her go, she did fine,” Jesper interjected. Big Bolliger glared at Y/N for a moment longer before releasing her. Y/N collapsed, coughing and gasping for air. Jesper knelt down beside her placing a hand on her back, but she flinched away from him. 

Big Bolliger snorted, “I guess I was wrong. Can’t even take a man’s touch. Looks like you can’t even be a whore right.” Y/N felt tears start to fall. Why did Kaz pick her? She thought miserably. 

“That’s enough!” Jesper snarled at Big Bolliger. “Let’s go.”

“Whatever. It’s your funeral when Brekker finds out what happened,” Big Bolliger shoved past Jesper and disappeared back in the crowd. “C’mon,” he said gently, but did not touch the shaking girl. Y/N slowly stood, feeling the throbbing in her neck from his fingers. She still felt like she couldn’t breathe. There were probably marks left too. 

Jesper and Y/N made their way back to the Slat slowly. Big Bolliger was already back by the time the pair came in. Kaz’s jaw locked as soon as he caught sight of Y/N’s face. He was not happy. Inej was by her side in an instant, “What happened?” Y/N just shook her head and made her way over to where Kaz and Big Bolliger were sitting. Jesper laid the bags down in front of Kaz as Big Bolliger said, “We were lucky I got there in time. What were you thinking sending her on a job?” 

He felt pretty confident with Kaz. “I mean, she froze and almost lost the guy cause what?” Big Bolliger faced Y/N again. Kaz noticed how she physically shrunk away from his gaze, her golden eyes wide with terror again. Kaz also saw light bruising around her neck and her face stained with tears and red marks. 

“Cause the woman from the Menagerie came to talk to her,” Big Bolliger answered before Y/N could. If she could even speak. Kaz got the sneaking suspicion that the bruises around her neck were not from the Peacock though. His hard gaze turned back to Big Bolliger. 

“What happened to her neck?” he growled. Big Bolliger’s face went pale, but he didn’t answer. “What happened to her neck?” Kaz repeated, his anger rising. When no one answered, Jesper stepped in, “This lunatic grabbed her and threw her up against the damn wall! We got the job done didn’t we?” He exclaimed. 

Y/N had never seen it before, and she was sure no one else had either. Kaz completely lost it. The table was flipped in front of him and Kaz’s cane collided with Big Bolliger’s face. “What the hell!” He cried in pain. “I stepped in when she froze up! She needed to be put in place.”

Kaz kicked Big Bolliger in the stomach causing him to hunch over in pain. “You know damn well the job got done and was successful. She got the guy over to you. I don’t care if you’re the strongest, the biggest, the whatever, you do not lay your hands on her again if you want to keep them. Suck up your pride and get over what happened yesterday,” Kaz hissed, leaning over the quivering boy, with a fistful of hair in his hand. “And get the fuck out.”  

No one dared utter a word as Kaz lifted himself up from his squatting position. Big Bolliger’s face was swollen and his eyes were now swimming with fear. Y/N had never seen Kaz so angry, and the worst part was that his eyes burned with fury much like Tante Haleen’s did whenever she disobeyed. 

“Don’t you all have other stuff to do?” Kaz snapped. The crowd broke apart as everyone scurried away like mice. Inej clung to Y/N’s arm as Kaz turned to the two girls. “Go, Inej,” he said through gritted teeth, obviously not trying to yell at his Wraith. They stared at each other for a hard moment as if she was challenging him. Eventually, his eyes narrowed and he huffed, “I’m not going to hurt her.” 

Inej still didn’t budge. 

“It’s okay,” Y/N said quietly to her as Kaz glared back. After a moment, Inej dropped her gaze and muttered, “You have a real bad habit of saying everything is okay when it isn’t.” “I know, but this time it is,” Y/N managed a strained smile before removing her arm from Inej’s and moving silently over to Kaz. For the first time in the entire day, Y/N finally felt safe. 

Too many of the wrong hands had been on her and she didn’t want to feel suffocated anymore, and with Kaz, that’s exactly what she could get. He glanced at Y/N before heading back up the steps. 

Soon enough, he and Y/N found themselves back in his room just as they were the previous day. This time Y/N finally broke down as soon as the door was closed. The horrible memories of every beating came back to her, and the stench of the Ravkan filled her nose again. Before she could stop it, she finally spilled the contents in her stomach. 

When it was all out, she felt sufficiently better and stared at the nasty puddle of puke on the floor and realized what she had just done. “I am so sorry,” Y/N looked up at Kaz who seemed to be grimacing a bit, refusing to look at the floor. “I--” Y/N’s voice died in her mouth. 

“No, no, it’s uh fine. I’ll make someone else clean it up. I’m honestly surprised you lasted this long anyways,” Kaz groaned a bit motioning her to move away from the puke. He moved her to the window sill and pushed the window open to let some fresh air in. Y/N sat down as Kaz rested a hand on the frame of the building above his head. 

The fury in his eyes were gone as he studied her tired looking features. There was a prominent bruise forming on her face and a little cut under her eye. His jaw locked again as his eyes wandered down to her neck, where an outline of Big Bolliger’s fingers bruised her neck. 

Y/N squirmed under his gaze as she felt her face heat up. But he still said nothing. He honestly didn’t know what to say. 

Finally, Y/N locked eyes with him, and she saw him take in a sharp breath. It was her eyes, gold as ever. 

“Look, I know what you’re thinking. I’m fine now. Yes I almost lost the guy, but I mean that damn woman,” Y/N started. “I don’t blame you,” Kaz interrupted. “You don’t have to do that,” Y/N hissed. Kaz seemed a bit taken aback at her outburst, but let her continue.

“You don’t need to baby me. I know I screwed up, but you babying me isn’t going to fix anything. We got the job done, I froze. That’s what happens to people like me. I’m broken, Kaz. I still don’t get why you picked me!” Y/N declared, standing up. “I’m broken. It’ll always be like this for me! Maybe I’ll get better but that pain will still be with me. I haven’t seen my family in years, I’ve been beaten, raped, tortured by the hands of disgusting men. I am completely and utterly--”

“Your eyes,” Kaz said softly, interrupting. 

“Wh-what?” Y/N asked, caught off guard at his response. 

“It was your eyes. That’s why I picked you. There was something about you that night. It,” he paused for a moment, taking a hesitant step closer to her. Y/N could feel her heart pounding out of her chest. 

“It reminded me of myself when I was younger,” Kaz admitted. They were chest to chest right now, and he was looking down at her with dark eyes. He closed his eyes for a moment and said, “It reminded me of when my brother died and who the person I was then. I--I used his body as a float. His dead body. All the way back to the mainland,” Kaz took a shaky breath, but continued, “But you. You were me. You were the little boy fighting to survive under the worst conditions. You were that person who didn’t deserve what the world threw at you. The person who didn’t have anyone to protect him. The person who had absolutely no one.” 

“Kaz…” Y/N whispered. He opened his eyes and saw tears running down her face again. Kaz brought a hand up, pausing. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his glove off revealing his slender hands. Y/N had always seen them from far away whenever it was just them, but never this close. She noticed the little scars that decorated his fingers and palm. Just like mine she thought. 

Kaz brought his hand back up to her face and she noticed he was slightly trembling. Y/N wanted to move because she knew he was uncomfortable. She didn’t want to put him in this position. But another part of her wanted to see what he’d do next. Her skin began to itch where his fingers hovered. 

Kaz wanted to do this. He knew what he did and that sick feeling began rising in his stomach without his gloves. Images of Jordie’s corpse flashed through his mind, but he stared into those liquid gold eyes. They were filled with warmth, not the cold water that nearly killed him. His mind screamed, begged him to put his safety net back on, but he wanted to feel her. And he wanted her to feel him. Not the mask of cool and rough material that could have easily reminded her of the rough hands in her past. 

Y/N didn’t dare move. She just let Kaz do what he needed. The next thing she knew, his fingertips were tracing the little scar next to her eye and down her face. For a moment, he allowed her cheek to rest in the palm of his hand while his thumb wiped away a stray tear. His hand was warm on her face and surprisingly soft. She had seen what those hands could do to a person, but  with her, they were gentle. He wasn’t the Bastard of the Barrel right now. He was Kaz Brekker. 

Kaz Brekker. The boy, Y/N had fallen hopelessly and completely in love with. 

And she was the girl with the golden eyes who he had, and would never admit to anyone, fallen head over heels for. 

He was pleased that she didn’t flinch under his touch, but as easily as those eyes melted away that drowning feeling, they still weren’t enough. He let his hand trail down to the bruises on her neck before letting it fall to his side. 

Y/N felt cold air rush around her and she longed for that feeling of warmth. But, she didn’t want to push it. 

“It’ll take time,” Kaz said quietly. She knew what he meant. And he knew she would. “Me too,” she whispered, a small smile on her face. 

Kaz’s mouth quirked up a bit as he saw the brightness in her eyes return. 

And for that moment, they were content in each other’s presence, neither asking for anything more than what they could give in that exact moment. 

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I hope you all enjoyed this! That last scene with them I was listening to ‘A Thousand Years’ by Christina Perry when I was writing to it, and that LITERALLY made it ten times better so I recommend going back and reading it while listening to that song lol. 

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Hello yes I am Completely Anonymous ONCE AGAIN and I have a prompt for you! Temporary (perhaps potion or drug induced?) Amnesiac!Geralt being absolutely floored and delighted that Jaskier is his lover. Please and thank you.

Hey completely anon,

I may or may not have gone a little off script for this prompt and really wanted to write more for my dumb magical college AU. Hope you enjoy it anyway. May I present!

Magic and Exams: Amnesia

Main tags: college AU, it’s modern but with magic slapped in, Jaskier and Yenn are besties (Fight me), Lambert/Aiden kinda?, Non human Jaskier,  And they were roommates~, pure fluff, pre relationship, pining… Kinda, unbetaed, we die like Renfri

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It was official! Fate was cruel and destiny hated him. Jaskier had been fine with how life had been going. Classes were good. Friends were great. And, you know, he had finally stepped into a tentative friendship territory with his hot roomie rather than that weird close relationship you develop with your roomie. Things were just grand!-- Ignore the fact that he had a monster crush on said roomie, not important!-- What was important was that Lambert, the ass, suddenly showed up on Jaskier’s free day-- a day he was dedicating to his reading and composing, bouncing around his hobbies as he pleased-- with a semi confused looking Geralt. The witcher had barged into the dorm room towing Geralt along as Aiden brought up the rear. Now, he was going to ignore this intrusion at first but Lamby seemed to have other ideas. He loudly proclaimed to the bewildered white wolf that this was his room and, oh look, his partner. “Go ham bro!” To which, Geralt’s gaze snapped to Jaskier and proceeded to silently stare at the musician in contemplation.

Jaskier, as one would imagine, was stunned as his brain tried to understand what was happening but the dickhead explained no further as he turned to leave. Having none of it, Jaskier quickly stumbled to his feet and bolted for the two retreating figures, almost tripping several times on the shit covering the floor-- he really needed to remember to clean one of these just as Geralt had nagged him to do days ago! He managed to get a hand on the other wolf before he fully got out the door. “Explain. Now.” He demanded, his voice warbling as his eyes darkened slightly. 

“Woah shrimp!Calm your tits, you’re starting to look a little red around the gills-- Seriously though, a little siren is beginning to show.” Lambert tried to make light of the situation-- fish puns again, really Lambert?-- even though his smile gained a touch of nervousness as Jaskier tightened his grip. He held back his claws for the moment but he was this close to having a truly marvelous freak out on the man if he didn’t start giving answers. 

“Calm down angelfish, Lambert’s just being a prick as per usual.” Aiden cut off anything Lambert was going to say. Lambert gasped in betrayal as he gave the third witcher a look that probably tried to convey how much he was wounded, he couldn’t really see though nor did he really care right now. “Situation is, we were having a class trip across campus, something monster related that our proff was gushing the fuck over and insisted we needed to see. Waaaay too excited over it if you ask me but while we were passing a class of freshies in an outdoor charms 101 class, this one chick starts going off at--” Aiden explained but really, it seemed more like he was slowly getting off topic as he spoke. 

“Kitty, Get. To. The. Point.” He insisted slowly punctuating each word, while frowning in annoyance.

“Rude. I am! Anyway, this girl gets into a row with this guy in her class and fires off some kind of spell which was deflected but hilariously it ricocheted right towards us.” That was not hilarious in anyway but rather terrifying but Jaskier refrained from pointing this out. “You know Geralt though, life loves to fuck with him, so he gets hit straight in the back with it and Poof! He can’t remember some shit now. We think he only remembers up to starting college but nothing after.” Aiden finally finishes with a proud smile at having riveted the musician with his tale of adventure but it diminishes slightly in the face of Jaskier’s baffled expression. The half-siren really was quite proud of it, it just conveyed the right amount of Are you fucking idiots or did you just lose your brain on the way over!?

Jaskier took a deep breath and calmed himself before flatly staring both in the eye, his fingers steepled in front of his mouth as he thought of how to respond. “And why, pray tell, did you bring my accidentally spelled roommate to me rather than sending him to infirm?” He asked, deceptively sweet with a razor’s edge to it. 

Lambert scoffed. “He was being fucking annoying--” His words were abruptly cut off by Aiden’s hand roughly smacking over his mouth. 

“What he means is…” Aiden growled, glaring at the wolf to make sure he kept his mouth shut, to which Lambert huffed and flipped him off but otherwise remained silent. “Geralt kept prodding us ‘bout going to see his partner and, well, you were like the only one we could think of since everyone else has someone and this idiot is single like you.” The man punctuated his simplistic logic with a small shrug. 

Jaskier took a deep breath through his nose. “Uh-huh… This is a terrible fucking idea--” Before he could finish what he wanted to say, Lambert suddenly yanked his self free of his grip and threw Aiden over his shoulder.

“Your problem now bard!” He called over his shoulder as he booked it down the hall, cackling like the bastard he was. 

“Oh nonononono! Get the fuck back here!” He called after fruitlessly. They were already long gone. 

Jaskier sighed as he turned and closed the door to their room. Geralt seemed to have ignored and blocked out the whole exchange. Whether out of courtesy for Jaskier privacy or in favor of refamiliarizing himself with their space, he’d never know nor did he really care. When he finally turned his gaze back onto Jaskier, he just stared while scowling intensely in thought. It was rather insulting if Jaskier was being frank. With a roll of the eyes, the musician realized he’d just have to roll with whatever the idiots told Geralt about their “relationship” but wanted to head off the coming disappointment from the witcher. Jaskier was obviously not what he had been expecting, especially since normally the man barely tolerated him much less ever tried to invite him out, but it would sting less if he were the one to address it rather than the larger man stating it. At least that’s what he told himself. “Ok, alright. I know I’m not what you were expecting and rather disappointing compared to some of your past dalliances but please, let’s just get you to infirm. Once you have  your head back on right, everything will make more sense about the whole us thing and we can just forget about this whole embarrass--”

“You’re so handsome…” Geralt’s awed words cut Jaskier’s rambling off at the knees and had him blinking in surprise. “Or cute. No, both… How do you manage to be both?!” Geralt’s marveling had Jaskier at a loss for words. The witcher had never once complimented him in all the time they had lived together. Barbed jabs? Yes. Playful teasing? Very Often. Statements of facts? Definitely. But actual full on compliments? Nope! No, never happened. Was this how he actually saw the musician or was this some hokey hocus pocus side effect?! Or the man was dying as they spoke and was out of his mind. Either way Jaskier snapped his mouth closed, no it had not been hanging open thank you very much, and tried to get his brain to work again. 

“Wai-What?” Smooth Jaskier. His flabbergasted tone and excessive blinking seemed to not queue in Geralt however. 

“Man, I really lucked out. How’d I get a catch like you to even look my way? Wish I could remember how…” The normally stoic individual whistled long and low as he gave Jaskier a once over. A once over! Like Jaskier was a hottie from a club-- or however Ren said it-- instead of some music nerd overloaded with college minors! Jaskier was so astonished and caught off guard that he bagan sputtering incoherently, much to the Witcher’s amusement apparently if the wolfish grin was anything to go by. He was shocked and scandalized! Delighted but absolutely shocked! He had never witnessed this side of his roommate. Instead of addressing whatever was happening here, Jaskier stumbled over to his phone on the bed and quickly dialed Yennefer. 

It rang twice before he heard the familiar click of her answering and began nearly shouting before she could give her usual passive aggressive hello. “Yenn! I need help--”

“Whoa, calm the fuck down Jask, what the hell happened?!” Her worried demands cut him off. It was rather heartwarming to know his best friend sounded ready to draw blood for him. He could coo and awe about that later though!

“I’m fine but Geralt got hit with some hoodoo amnesia magic but I think it’s really just killing him! He’s acting delusional Yenn! He called me cute-- Stop laughing! This is serious!” He attempted to explain what was going on but his witch cut him off with her hysterical laughing on the other end of the line. Rude, by the way. This was a very serious matter.

“Sorry Dandy, you just, whew, gave me the best pick me up, I could have asked for. You really got me.” Yenn attempted to speak after most of it calmed down but a few giggles still managed to slip out. 

“Yenn… I’m serious. He actually doesn--” He was cut off yet again. People really needed to cut that shit out. 

“Lemme guess, Lambert is somehow involved?” She questioned, finally taking him a little more seriously, and he could practically hear her eye roll at the mischief maker’s name. 

“Yes…” He confirmed slowly as his eye wandered to Geralt again as his panic died down slightly. The white haired man looked very confused as Jaskier tried to smile reassuringly but it probably came off as unsure at best. 

The larger man came closer and placed warm large hands on his biceps as he looked intently into Jaskier’s eyes. “I mean it… I’m sorry if I never told you, I guess I was a pretty shitty boyfriend if I never told you how wonderful and caring you seem to be.” The other man apologized, as he looked away in shame. The words had the musician’s heart going wild as Yenn continued to talk in his ear. He really couldn’t hear her over his heart beating in his ears but it sounded like a demand to get Geralt to the infirmary. 

To which Jaskier answered, “That’s nice dear. I think I have to go to infirm now because I believe my heart is about to give out.” His voice was sighed out in shock as he hung up on Yenn’s sudden worried screeching.  Geralt on the other hand suddenly looked panicked and rather worried. 

“What?” He questioned as he started to look over his “boyfriend”. “Don’t worry Jask, I’ll get you there. Just hang on.” Geralt tried to reassure him, his voice was handsome with how rough and rumbling it suddenly was, as he scooped the smaller man up into his arms like a bride. No, Jaskier did not swoon he’ll have you know! The wolf then booked it out of the room. “Damn it! I wish Roach were here…” He muttered in a growl and Jaskier thanked the heavens that the man did not remember his horse-- cat? Was in their room sleeping. There would be plenty of rumors after this but it especially would have gone down in infamy if the Witcher had rode like the wind across campus on horseback again. Jaskier couldn’t do much at that point except lay back, accept his fate, and enjoy the other’s cooing, about taking care of his boyfriend or how good Jaskier was, while it lasted. But hey, at least he’d finally get Geralt to infirm.

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Reports & Repertoire 19: Power & Pleasure

Characters: Eddie Brock x Venom x Candace Miller (OFC)

Summary: A sex-filled chapter that fulfilled all the things I wanted to write for these three, and give them all much-needed pause before the big finale.

Warnings/Tags: Candy x Venom x Eddie sexual content. Smut. Dom/Sub, Threesome. Pegging. Ass play. Choking/Slapping.

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Candy had been distant, and Eddie hadn’t taken it personally but he didn’t like feeling so helpless. She slept a lot, a certain tension in her face that didn’t go away even when she smiled at him. He didn’t know how to help, he’d done everything he could think of. He’d done the classic flowers, candy, food and cooking for her, gifts of perfume and jewelry and it worked for a little while. He could get her to cuddle up to him and be content for a few hours, but it never lasted. He missed feeling so close to her. He missed her and she was right next to him. So he tries something a little more forward.

Trying to lose his nerves to ask for something from her while she was like this, he slides in closer to her in the bed and plants a kiss to her shoulder. Followed by another, a strong arm wrapping around her and cupping under her breast as he tried what his instinct told him she needed.

She had been awake and she could feel Eddie's wheels turning as he lay next to her. Her eyes hold her hesitancy as she feels his thumb brush over her nipple. For a moment he’s hopeful, it hardens and he feels her hips shift. But she brings her hand on top of his with a sigh. Despite the ache it began between her legs, crying out for release from the tightness she’d kept herself balled up in for what had been weeks now, she couldn’t be all tender kisses and soft caresses with him. Even though that was where Eddie shined when it came to being intimate.

“Eddie… baby I…”

“We don’t have to I just thought… I’d try.”

She can hear the disappointment in his voice. “I just don’t think I have it in me.” She shakes her head and groans. “I can’t be all, soft and sweet like you right now. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize I was just trying something. Ya know sometimes when you’re stressed you like it when we get all close so…” he drags off, not entirely sure the point he was trying to elaborate on.

“No, you’re right.” She agrees, sitting up in bed. “That’s the logical conclusion.” She shrugs. “I’m just so... tense and I have this weird,” she growls and fists her hands “energy I just wanna,” she shakes her fists. “It makes me wanna hit things or lash out. And I don’t want to do that to you so… I’ve pushed you away, I know. I’m sorry. You’ve been nothing but sweet this whole time.”

“S’okay. It happens. I just wanna help. Can I help?” His tone was so genuine she wanted to slap his sweet face. She was being a cold bitch and he was giving her everything anyone else could ever want and still here she was, not wanting to get his affection. What was wrong with her.

Venom felt the tension. “Candy?” He appears from behind Eddie. She turns her attention his way. “Is it violence you wish?”

“No.” She replies quickly then hesitates. “But also yes? Fuck I dunno. I just don’t wanna feel so small and anxious you know? I miss feeling in control. The confidence.”

“You feel the need to take your power back.”

She blinks at the opal eyed intuitive alien that makes the third in her technically polyamorous relationship. “Yeah, you… you’re probably right.”

“We have seen things.” He begins and Candy and Eddie both shot him a confused quirked brow. “Movies. Where the women take their power back from the men. Femdom.”

“You’re letting him watch porn again?” She looks to Eddie with the most amused face he’s seen in weeks.

“I can’t really stop him.” He sighs and shrugs.

“Maybe you could lash out at us?” Venom suggests, taking her hands that we’re still fists. She hadn’t even noticed.

“I’m not mad at you. You've been great. Why would I take it out on you?”

“No, but We’ve seen movies where angry women have men on their knees and there's choking and peg-“

“VENOM! Dude. Read the room.” Eddie rubs his face in embarrassment.

“We are!” He insists with a pointed tentacle. “Candy is a strong woman. In and out of bed. You are a submissive man in bed. She needs some… violence. Some dominance, roughness, control. We can give her that.” Be insists rubbing her thigh attentively but not pushing her.

“Is... is that something you’re into? Would it help?” Eddie asks, not knowing if he was scared of the answer or not. Venom whispers to him that he’s not. That’s excitement.

Candy remained quiet and contemplated it in her head. Eddie's face was soft and slapable, wasn't it? She grins to herself and she reaches out to brush his cheek. She did want to feel power. They were right. She’d been stripped of her usual means of feeling it and needed to remember who she was.

“I think… maybe I would.” Her voice is calm and even as she nodded thoughtfully. “I’ve felt so powerless. So… looked over and ignored by these men lately I just-“ she sighed heavily. “I’ve done it before, y’know, some dom and uh, ass play and, y'know. But are you up for it?” A nervous laugh escapes her as she feels a tightness in her belly grow more and more obvious.

“Oh, hell be fiiiine” Venom exhalations and gives Eddie's butt a little slap as he quivers with laughter.

“That something you’re into Eddie? Baby?” She coos softly at his wide eyes. “Getting handled and treated like you’re just some hunk of meat to play with? Or knowing you’re serving me well by letting me fuck you hard and take out my aggression on you? Huh?” Her thumb trails over his lip as she speaks, seeing Venom stroking back Eddie's messy ruffle of hair on the crown of his head.

Eddies cheeks flush and venom beams.

“He likes getting held down and fucked.” He confesses for Eddie.

“Dude…” his embarrassment and arousal from candy’s deep voice cooing at him had him flustered.

“I can do that. Have before y’know. Put boys like you in their place. With Venoms help I’m sure we could have a night to remember.”

“The possibilities are endless.” Venom chimes in and reaches out to caress Candy's cheek.

“I...yeah, y’know…” Eddie's eyes shift as the two sets of knowing and more dominant ones look down at him. “I like it rough from time to time.” He shrugs.

“You have a safe word?” Candy asks as she grabs the edge of the covers.

“This little slut doesn’t need one.” Venom trills happily and moves the blankets off the bed. “He can take anything you give him.” He gives a long lick up Eddie's neck. The look of amusement and playfulness in Candy's eyes made the chance of being vulnerable worth it.

“I like to hear that.” She purrs, getting out of bed and moving the end of it. “First things first.” She states with her posture straight again and a pointed finger demanding.”Bring that pretty boy over here Venom.” Her brow sits as low as her voice travels and Eddie falls into place easily being controlled by Venom.

He sits at the edge of the bed, soft t-shirt and boxers on and growing tighter as he sees Candy's hands moving across her chest as she looks him up and down. “Bind his wrists together.” Her voice drops low and breathy, his forearms snapped together behind his back in a second with a bewildered looking Eddie. “Nah, in front. I want him to be able to use them.”

They both obey her commands.

“Maybe.” She smiles and walks towards him, a simple nightgown still on, fingers rubbing through his hair, looking over his face that showed his age but was still devastating. She hums and gets her mind in the right space while a happy Eddie enjoys being pet on. “Let’s get you naked.” She whispers into his ear, punctuating it with a kiss. “I’ve missed you baby boy. Lemme see you.” She pulls back and waits. “Venom, you know what to do with him.” And within seconds he was wide-legged and bare to behold for her as she bit her thumb at him. “You are one fine piece of beef you know that Brock?” She smirks.

“Thanks.” He replies shyly.

“And humble.” She huffs. “You wanna see me now baby?” She suggests with pursed lips.

“Yes. Please.”

“You do the honors Venom.” She says turning her back to him and standing proudly as his inky body covered her in a vibrating warmth, laps and licks at her as he did so, enjoying the new playtime.

“Beautiful.” He hums as he sinks back into a blob by Eddie on the bed.

“You’re so good to me boys.” Her voice is warm and sweet like caramel, her words annunciations to show what she said was important but delivered with a loving tone. “So I’ll be good to you, okay?” It was rhetorical but an in sync nod from both makes her smile. Their eyes watched her hands roam and touch her bare skin. “You like you watch?” She asks softly, turning and tweaking her nipples, moving her hips and teasing as she bent over.

“Mmm hmmm.” Eddie murmurs with a gulp and Venom begins to drool with a panting tongue.

She spreads her pussy lips apart, presenting herself and rubbing her clit a few strokes to get a satisfied hum out of herself before turning to play with her breasts again. “Looks like you do.” She whispers, a foot fondling Eddies balls as his cock grew. “I love watching you get hard for me.” She pays his face no mind which is now slack with content. “But I like feeling it more.” She pauses and gets on her knees. “In my mouth.” She kisses his tip before taking him in to feel the softness turn to the solid veiny pleasure giver she knew she would use well tonight. She murmurs and suckles only lightly, feeling him push towards her throat.

“You like feeling us get hard for you? Feel us... filling you up?” Venom suggests as the white veins in his mobile body start to pulse.

Candy flashes sultry eyes up to his and nods. Eddie whimpers at the exchange.

“Like you Eddie. When I push down your throat. Remember?” He echos in Eddie's head as he swallows audibly.

She hovers over him with an extended tongue to trace his underside from his balls to his head. “I want you so fucking hard it hurts baby. Make a cock ring around this lovely cock Venom. Nice. And. Tight.”

Eddie whines, now viced and feeling his blood rush as Candy traces his bulging veins with her tongue.

“I do love a man sounding helpless.” She gives a broad lick up his shaft before wrapping her lips around his heavy balls as best she could. “Love it when you moan and whine and whimper for me baby boy.” She pushes him to his back, legs bent by forcing his knees up and nuzzles her face between his legs. Venom floats forward to watch her enjoy the feeling of Eddie tensing at her touch. She kissed his thick thighs, nibbles before sucking his balls noisily again, his dick twitching for her now.

“Yes, we love this. Don’t we Eddie?” Venom rests against his strong thigh, watching and pulling Candy's hair out of her face. “Tell her.” He orders.

“Feels so good Candy, baby, it does.” rushes out as her mouth wanders farther south.

“If you want him to moan, this is the way.” Venom grins and lets his enormous tongue out and lick up the middle of Eddie's body.

Candy giggles and sees Eddie's toes curl. “My dirty little boy.” She purrs watching Venom tease his hole while she kissed at his cheeks. “Didn’t know we were going to have this sort of fun tonight.” She grins and strokes Venom's head, tongue now pushing into Eddie and eliciting the sweetest moans. “I’m going to ruin you baby boy. WE’RE going to aren’t we?” She asks Venom with a nuzzle of nose to his side.

“I’m going to make you both scream.” He pushes back, forehead to forehead with her. “I’m going to fill every hole. We’re going to be one tonight Candy. And you’re calling the shots.”

A thrill of cold ran down her spine and straight to her clit. “Fuck you have been learning haven’t you? My good boys.” She sighs and gives him an affectionate lick like he liked to do to her from time to time.

He takes the open invitation and pulls her close, kissing her, minding the teeth and he makes his tongue play with hers, filling her mouth and leaving her a bit dizzy from the intensity he managed to convey. It was wet, messy and turned Eddie on to see more than he expected. He could feel Candy in his arms, feel his lips against hers, her breath and moans into his mouth just the same as Venom did.

“Let's not leave the baby out of this.” He laughs as he pulls away. “I think it would be fun to see how hard we can make him without fucking him.”

A small noise of retort comes from Eddie. But luckily Candy didn’t have torture in mind.

“I could never forget him. Plenty of teasing for us to do to him tonight. She crawls up his body and settles with her knees on either side of his head. “Bring us up on the bed and lock his ankles in place. Hands above his head.” She orders and soon he’s laid out beneath her like a buffet. The stout and strong muscle spread under her did wonders for her visually. “These arms Eddie. She moans and bites her lip. Hands rubbing up against his biceps. “One day I’m going to have you choke me with them.” She nods in agreement to her idea. “Not tonight. Tonight you get choked.” She grins wickedly and leans forward to sit on his face. “Now be a good boy. Get me nice and wet.” She shakes his head by the hair at the crown and wrinkled her nose in anticipation. Eddie was a giver, and Venom wasn’t the only one with a talented tongue and hunger.

Both moaning and hips bucking he does as he’s told and licks, flicks and sucks away at her clit and entrance to taste her.

“Mmmph. He’s got an appetite tonight.” She taunts as he keeps his tongue out after she lifts herself off him. “I wanna try something new.” She chirps and moves, ass in his face as she gets into an inverted position over him. “I wanna tease you. Get you hard as a diamond…” she groans happily with a tracing finger on his swollen head by her mouth. “But I also want to get fucked.” She pouts and licks at the pre-cum leaking from his rapidly darkening cock. “Since you like to watch… Venom's going to fuck me, and you have to lay here and watch. While I have my fun with this beautiful cock of yours.” She takes it at the base and he moans from just her breath against him. “Fill me up boys. But let the baby see.”

“Yessssss.” Venom enters the play and forms a well-sized appendage that he sinks into Candy's already wet pussy.

“Fuck, you boys are big aren’t you?” She keens and moans happily as she gently worships at Eddie's cock.

He has to lie back and watch Candy get stretched and drip, tensing around Venom when he could feel everything just as intensely. Her moans against his sensitive cock were enough, the playful bites and kisses and roaming hands on his thighs, ass, and balls. He considers he should feel used but it only felt good.

She wiggles her ass at him, hearing him moan and whine her name and the gentle push of their third inside her. “You like to watch don’t you baby boy?” She feels him twitch against her tongue in response and gives a confident laugh against him. “Think it’s time we let him in on the action Venom.” She raises her body weight off Eddie and pants as Venom gets a few good hits inside her before he follows orders. “I want you to be honest Eddie.” She begins, moving to her knees between his legs. “Have you let Venom fuck this fat ass of yours?” She giggles and him a few good hard spanks with his knees held back to the bed.

“Yeah.” he answers bashfully.

“I have too so don’t be ashamed,” she kisses the insides of his knees. “But I think it’s my turn.” She gives a hard bite that makes him flinch. Before he can ask she gives orders. “Venom, you know what strap ons are right?”

“Oh yes.”

“And pegging?”

“Mmmm.”

“I want to wear you like a cock I can fuck Eddie with. You wanted every hole filled right? So you can fuck me, fill me up like we’ll do to our baby Eddie here." she slaps his cock. "Everyone gets a piece. But I get to have this sweet ass all to myself.” Her face reads with a dark excitement and Eddie can’t bring it upon himself to care as her tits graze his aching cock. Bouncing as she gave little pats to his balls to make him moan and slaps to his ass as she enjoyed watching the chunk of a man jiggle. “You want that you gorgeous prize stud?” She gives a warm smile and kisses his knees.

He gives a nod and a content sigh.

“Let’s show Candy those sexy moans you let out when I hit your prostate.” Venom grins and gives his human a loving pinch to his nipples.

“You boys have been naughty without me huh?” She gives a confidence wide knees stance as Venom encases her, giving her a cock much more real than any she’d worn before. She could stroke it and watch Eddie leak from his almost purple ringed member.

“Eddie is quite the little slut when he’s in the mood. We have a good time. He likes it when I make him pass out.”

“VERY naughty!” Candy gives an almost happy squeal as she leans forward and slaps his cock and then his cheek. “Leaving me out? So rude. I want to make you feel good too baby boy.”

“Oh, you do.” He answers with a tension in his neck. “He only does it when I need it. Like you need this.”

“Now we can all play together can’t we?” She leans forward and wiggles her hips to rub herself against him, kissing him before giving his thick lips a bite.

“Fuck yes we can.” A deep growl of a response from Venom before he began the process of making them both forget they were ever stressed out.

He slips inside Candy, a thick and long custom cock that he knew would make her eyes tear up with pleasure at its size and shape. He covers them both in a black throbbing web of himself. Every erroneous zone covered and being sucked at with little puckering suction like a sea creature on its tentacles. Nipples, necks, and lobes were all stimulated, the juices flowing from all parties involved as Eddie and Candy moaned into each other’s mouths, an abandon they’d both needed.

“Free his hands.” She moaned between kisses as they wrap each other up for a heated make out with messy tongues and porn star moans as they were stroked and swelled up to reveal every nerve for Venom to find. She groans and curses, pulling herself away to ready at his entrance. “Don’t you hold back Eddie. I want to hear you.” She instructs as his eyes roll back and mouth goes slack as she enters him.

“Oh fuck.” A deep gutter all sound that she feels in her belly as she spits on her hand and begins to stroke him to the pace of her hips.

“Not leaving me out are you?” She gives a deep teasing laugh to venom who had preoccupied his tongue with her chest.

“Never.” He grins and gives a long lick around her as he spreads himself to fill up the same hole she was doing for Eddie.

“Fuck.” A deep exhale from her, a warm tendril to her neck as she wanted to fall forward but kept her hips going. “Eddie you’re so hard baby. Fuck you’re both so… BIG.” She yelps as a strong wave of pleasure ran over her.

“You can take so much Candy.” Venom drools, purring as their bodies all worked as one. “She takes us so well Eddie. She's so hot… so tight around us. I know you feel it. You’re purple you like it so much.” He speaks aloud to them both, as they all move as one unit, all connected. He covers Candy's hands to keep her on Eddie's rock hard cock, engulfing it to make Eddie's eyes cross as he moves to cradle his prostate inside him.

“I’m not even gonna.. last long.” A cock drunk laugh escapes Candy. “You gonna cum hard for me baby? Maybe cum at the same time? Let me feel you so fuckin...unf… hard and tight Eddie fuck this is...”

“Fuck you feel so good. I’m close.” A whine from Eddie as Candy slaps a hand up his chest to get her balance then pushing it to his neck. “Choke me Venom. Make me cum you big mother fuckers.” She growls and Eddie feels her squeeze his thick neck.

They’re lost in it together, that final rise before the big drop. Candy's hips as fast and hard as she can use them, thighs on fire being fueled by Venom keeping her pace. Eddie moans loudly and it is the sweetest sound. He carries on between slaps to his handsome face and growled praise with her hand around his throat as she fucks him as hard as she can. She had an animalistic desire to pull every noise she could out of him. Their hearts raced and blood ran hot together. All three, in perfect rhythm as they peaked and crashed. Venom roared as he felt it all, Candy squirting, coming in rounds as he kept stimulating her, and Venom soaking it up like it was precious ambergris not to be wasted. Eddie came so hard he shouted, both crying out for each other and a hot mess of panting mouths and dizzy heads.

They shook and shivered together, sweat and cum and spit all ignored as Candy collapsed on top of Eddie. Both too weak to move their arms.

“Fuck.” Candy is the first to speak after a long pause of moans and groans and gasps. “Eddie… baby… you…?”

“S’good.” He slurs, accent thick and voice high as he slaps a hand to her back after a grunt of exertion.

“You will stabilize.” Venom coos and begin pushing back Candy's hair. “Sleep. You pushed your limits.”

“Roll me over please.” A tired chuckle from her as she realizes she can just ask for things now. “Tuck us in.” She smiles and pulls Eddie close. The blankets find them, Venom wraps them up close and pats their heads.

She didn’t dream of revenge and he didn’t dream of his worries. For a night they got to suspend it as they cuddled like kittens after being vulnerable together. It was the brief sanctuary that they’d needed.

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