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ladykailitha · 3 months ago

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Never Hold Back Your Step... Part 16

Here we are at the end of an era. I can't believe it's over. Even when engagement dropped off, and it lost it's luster, I persevered and got it done. I sad it's over, but grateful too, you know? I don't have to worry about fitting it into canon or make Nancy play nice.

I do plan on finishing the story. I'm just juggling other stories at the moment. I have four current WIPs and they take priority right now.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

“Sing it.”

Dustin’s eyes went wide and looked around him, looking for support.

“Sorry, man,” Eddie said, “I’m with her. You haven’t spoken to her in a week and now you’re only calling when you have a problem. Suck it up and sing the god damned song.”

Steve hid his grin behind his hand, so Dustin sighed and started singing the theme song to The Neverending Story. It was a lovely duet.

Or at least it would have been had Eddie not been singing back up, terribly, horribly, and deliberately off key.

Steve was a little surprised at how well the little twerp could sing, if he was honest. Hell, if the kid wasn’t so wrapped up in the nerd stuff, he probably could do it professional.

Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he stumbled that direction. He started pawing at Eddie’s jacket.

Eddie turned around to ask him what was wrong, but he saw it too.

“Shit.”

Everyone else turned too.

“Shit,” Dustin echoed. He grabbed the walkie talkie and tried to get their friends on the line.

“SKEEERAAAHHH!” was all he got back in response.

“You and Erica stay here,” Steve snapped. “You two still need to get Hopper and them through to the base. Eddie, Robin, you can come with me or stay here, but we’ve gotta go now.”

Robin and Eddie immediately fell in line behind him.

“Sorry, Eds,” Steve said, “I’ve got to drive. It’s only way I can–”

Eddie nodded. He knew that in that moment it wasn’t about concussions or being beat to hell. It was about getting the people who needed him. He slapped the keys in Steve’s hand and slid in the back of the car.

Robin hopped in the front seat and Steve got into driver’s seat.

“Seat belts, everyone,” he said through gritted teeth. “This going to be a bumpy ride.”

He threw back in reverse and hightailed it out of there.

CRUNCH!

Steve stared ahead at the now flattened Camero in shock. He couldn’t believe he had just done that.

“Everyone okay?”

Robin looked at him with wide eyes. “Ask me tomorrow?”

“No, no, I am absolutely not,” Eddie hissed. “But better fucking Hargrove than me.”

They all scrambled to get out of the car.

“So what’s this one called?” Eddie asked looking up at the giant flesh monster.

“Dustin and them call it Mind Flayer,” Steve replied.

“So we’re going to try and kill this thing?” Robin asked, looking at Steve in concern.

Steve nodded and then started heading for their friends. “Before it kills El, yeah.”

“Let’s do this shit,” Eddie said, hurrying to catch up, Robin hot on his heels.

Well that could have gone worse.

Hopper dead. Billy dead. Mind Flayer, also dead. El lost her powers. Also bad. Steve definitely had a concussion and a broken cheek bone. That was going to be a bitch to heal, there was no doubt about that.

A couple of weeks later, Erica called up Dustin, Robin, Steve, and Eddie.

“Who’s up for a Scoops Troupe My Little Pony GURPS?” she asked when they had all shown up at her house.

They all stared at her for a moment like she was crazy.

Then Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Ooh, wait, I’ve heard of this. It’s like D&D but is get six sided dice and a point system.”

“Sounds like fun to me,” Robin said. “I don’t know what either of those things are, but taking my mind off the monsters sounds brilliant right about now.”

“It stands for generic universal role play system,” Erica said, proudly. “One of my friends was out visiting family over the Fourth of July and got to go to the convention. I’ve been doing some research and I can totally make it My Little Pony themed.”

She scuffed the ground with her shoe. “But before I played it with my friends I wanted to try it out first, you know? Work out the kinks?”

Steve was all ready to say no until she brought up her friends.

“Yeah, all right,” he huffed. “I’m in, too.”

Erica jumped up and down, clapping her hands excitedly.

They all met up at Steve’s.

Steve provided the treats and sodas and Erica provided the story telling.

Robin mostly fooled around and Dustin didn’t take it very seriously. He got into character and all, but he was very silly with it. Making inside jokes from the show and just trying to make Erica laugh.

Steve just held on for dear life and whenever he got too overwhelmed by it all he would refresh the drinks and goodies.

Eddie, though? He got really into it with his pony called Metal Fire, he was asking all kinds of questions and Erica was eating it all up. Sometimes he would ask a question and she would just laugh. Because there wasn’t an answer yet.

But between the two of them they made it all the way to the big bad, Lady Applejack. Dustin threw down his pencil when she was revealed to be behind it all along as he had been saying for the last four hours not to trust her.

Erica sat back giggling and just unable to stop. It was late at night so Steve called Dustin and Erica’s moms to see if they could spend the night. Claudia was fine, but Sue had to be convinced. It didn’t take much, just a nice conversation with Robin that she would keep an eye on her.

That night when Eddie and Dustin were cuddled together on Steve’s bed, Eddie asked him if he had fun.

Steve thought about it for a moment. “It was a bit overwhelming,” he admitted. “I couldn’t imagine playing D&D if it’s harder.”

Dustin scoffed, but Eddie smacked the back of his head. “Hey, you and I have been playing these kinds of games for a long time and he hasn’t. Cut him some slack.”

Which after some major grumbling, Dustin did.

After they were sure he was asleep, Eddie murmured, “It’s okay if you didn’t enjoy it, Stevie. It’s not for everybody and that’s okay. Just like sports aren’t for everyone.”

Steve huffed out a breath of laughter and then settled into drift off to sleep, surrounded by two of his dearest people.

And later, he would admit that he did have fun. But mostly because it was one die instead of multiple dice and was really simple.

He knew from dating Eddie and being best friends with Dustin that D&D was not that.

The summer passed slower after that. The days seemed to last longer and time drifted like a leaf down a gently flowing stream.

There were pool parties and barbecues and just learning to laugh again. El was even more withdrawn now that Hopper was gone. Joyce had taken her in and Steve knew money was getting tight for them, now that she had three kids to feed.

Eddie was getting more anxious as the summer wore on. He was told by the new principal that he had to graduate this year or he would be forced to drop out and take the GED.

Steve knew it was going to be a rough year for him and really wanted to support him. But didn’t know how.

He barely passed himself with Nancy’s help. But between him and Wayne they were going to try their hardest to make sure Eddie got at least a passing grade in every one of his classes.

The first day of school finally arrived and Steve found himself with a new best friend. Or like she called it platonic soulmate.

Even Eddie found it amusing and a little freaky how in sync they were. All the time.

Steve showed up at her house and honked the horn. She came running outside, carrying her trumpet and backpack, as gangly as newborn giraffe.

“Dingus!” she cried happily. “You didn’t have to pick me. I could have taken my bike.”

Steve shook his head. “Nah. I wanted to check up on the squirts and figured this was the best way to do it covertly. Like a ninja!”

Robin swatted at him playfully. “Using me to look at after your children. Disgusting!”

Steve laughed as he reversed the car and started toward the school. “Come on, you love me!”

She paused to think about it. Steve swatted her arm playfully and she burst out laughing. “Yeah, yeah. Of course I love you. Just don’t tell your boyfriend.”

“He knows and is surprisingly chill about it,” he said with a grin and a half shrug. “I think he thinks that as long as we’re together it’s easier for him to find me.”

“That is surprisingly chill,” Robin said. “And unhinged, but okay.”

Steve pulled into the parking lot and let her out. She pointed over to the front of the school. “See? Your children are fine.”

He looked over at the front doors to see all but Erica of his children. El and Max were listening to Max’s new Walkman. Probably that new Kate Bush tape Nancy gave her to help her sleep. The Party were harassing Eddie about Hellfire.

He could tell it was about D&D because Eddie was waving his arms excitedly and they were all listening to him with rapt attention. All four of them. Which meant D&D.

“Yeah, okay,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll see you after school?”

Robin smiled at him fondly. “Yeah, dingus. I’ll see you after school.”

Eddie held on to him like a leech. It was the one Saturday they had together and probably would for a long time.

“No...” he whined. “You can’t go. You need to stay here and snuggle with me. You promised.”

Steve sighed. He had promised, but Robin called a little bit ago saying that she had an in at the local video store and they should go.

“I’ll tell you what,” Steve murmured. “Let me go call her back, tell her to grab a couple of applications for us to fill out tomorrow and go. Then I’ll come back here and snuggle with all day. As promised.”

Eddie looked up at him skeptically. “You sure?”

Steve rolled over and grabbed the phone next to his bed. He dialed Robin’s number. “Is Robin there?”

Once he got her on the phone he told her the plan and though she grumbled a little bit she ultimately agreed.

Steve hung up literally minutes later.

“See?”

“You’re a regular hero, aren’t you?” Eddie said, rubbing his nose along Steve’s throat. “You never faltered, never held back your step for a moment. Not when you were needed. I never really thought about it, but I think you’re my hero.”

Steve blushed. “I’m really not. I don’t have superpowers. I’m not trained in several martial arts. I’m not smart or even brave really.”

Eddie rolled over on top of Steve to look him square in the eye. “You care a lot and if I’ve learned anything in this world, that is greatest superpower there ever was, sweetheart.”

Steve looked up at him in awe.

“You really believe that?”

Eddie kissed him deeply and then collapsed on Steve with a huff and a grunt. He wrapped his arms around him and buried his head into the crook of Steve’s neck.

He vowed then in there, he would keep the keeper. He couldn’t be brave all the time. What happened was frightening as hell. But he had Steve with him every step of the way. He would protect this beautiful boy. This knight of his heart.

“I love you, Stevie.”

Steve kissed the top of his head. “I love you, too, sunshine.”

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thedisc0spider · 6 months ago

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can u write spencer introducing reader to star wars💕💕?? ive never seen it 😭

Star Wars

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Summary: Spencer is really excited to introduce you to Star Wars.

Warnings: reader gets a little stressed out, cursing, pre established relationship, reader works at smosh, not proof read!

Fluff!!!!

Point of view: 2nd person

A/n: this request was so adorable and I had so much fun writing it! I took this prompt and ran (maybe a little to far) with it SO if this wasn’t what you wanted I’m so sorry!! Id be willing to rewrite it if so.

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You can already tell today will be very interesting. Well, the next few weeks actually.

A few days ago you had revealed to Spencer that you’ve never seen a Star Wars movie. Of course, he was shocked as to how this was the first he was hearing of it.

“You’ve never seen a Star Wars movie? How?”

“I don’t know, when I was a kid I wasn’t allowed to watch it and by the time I was an adult there were way too many and starting just felt overwhelming.” You shrugged it off as if it was nothing.

To Spencer, it was not nothing.

So he convinced, nay, begged you to watch with him.

“Come on, it’s like my favorite thing! We always watch (y/f/s) together, baby. Pleaseeeeeee.”

What were you gonna do, say no? How could you? He was right, you always forced him to watch what you wanted, so it was only fair that you comply.

However, you were still a little exhausted just thinking about the idea of committing to an entire film series. You looked it up, it will take you 25 hours and 7 minutes to watch all the Star Wars movies. This, however, includes the nine movies from the Skywalker saga and the two anthology movies, Rogue One and Solo. Excluding the anthology movies, it will take you 20 hours and 39 minutes to watch and Spencer gave in and promised not to make you watch the anthology films.

‘Okay,’ you think, ‘if we watch one movie a night it will only take a little over a week. That’s not bad, right?’

You tried to convince yourself, but you’ve always had issues with things like this. You’re a hard worker, so taking this much time to watch movies always felt like a waste to you. You felt like you could much easily find a better use of your time, like you were missing out on what you could’ve been spending on more productive activities. In all honesty, it stressed you out.

The work day is now over, you have just finished filming your last video of the day and you’re walking to the games pod to find your boyfriend. There he is, working on something on his computer. You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you bury your head into his neck.

He lets out one of his signature stupid laughs and gently rubs your arm. “Im almost done, then we can go home.” You nod, and he leans his head onto yours, “are you excited?” He whispers.

You raise your head from his shoulder so your faces are level, “hmm… depends. Are there any hot guys in these movies?” You squint your eyes.

Spencer laughs, “oh, yeah, definitely. Just wait ‘til you see Han Solo.” He raises his eyebrows, “or Anakin, he’s more your type.”

“Okay, now I’m excited.” You laugh, before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Spencer closes his laptop and begins to put away his belongings for the day while you sit in his chair. “Hey,” he says, still putting things in his bag, causing you to look up at him, “I really appreciate you doing this with me…” he turns to look at you, “like, it really means a lot that you’re letting me share something with you that’s important to me. I know you’re not really into all this… space stuff, but..” he shrugs, stepping closer, “it makes me really happy that you’re doing this, that’s all.”

Your heart melts hearing this. ‘How is he so perfect? I can’t believe I was being so selfish, making this about me when it’s not. Its about him. Who cares if it’s not productive in a conventional sense of the word? it’s productive for our relationship. That’s what matters. Us. Who cares about all this superficial shit? The only thing that truly matters is doing what makes you happy, and I’m happy with Spencer.’ You stand, walking to him until you’re standing directly in front of him.

You place your hands on either side of his face, looking up into his eyes. “You’re so sweet, you know that?” His hands find your waist as you lean into him, hugging him tightly. “Im honored you’re sharing this with me, sweetheart.”

You pull away from the hug and Spencer smiles at you, before kissing your forehead briefly. “I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too.” The two of you kiss, lost in your own little world for a moment. Its deep, yet sweet. Not rough or hasty, but full of love and passion. “We need to leave if we want to have time to actually watch the first movie, Spence.” You say, after pulling apart.

He rolls his eyes, turning to grab his backpack. “Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

The two of you walk to the parking lot, hand in hand, saying bye to the various cast and crew members you see on your way.

As you get into the drivers seat and connect your phone to the auxiliary cord, Spencer suddenly speaks out, “oh, shit, I almost forgot. Do you want to watch the movies in chronological order or in release order?” He asks, looking over at you.

You look up from your phone, thinking to yourself for a second before you turn your head to meet his gaze, your eyebrows furrowed.

“They weren’t released in chronological order?”

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maxipad032 · 2 years ago

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Can I please request a fic smut where dom!shuri and reader been dating for a while and the reader is very much a sub so she’s usually very vanilla when it comes to pleasing shuri but one day maybe on their anniversary she decides to go full Dom on Shuri and surprises her she’s all about pleasing her and even uses a strap on shuri in every position and just leaves shuri shocked and speechless afterwards. Sorry if it’s a lot I’m just so tired of the reader alway being a pillow princess in the shuri fics, our bae needs love and attention too��️❤️😘😘😘

yes just yes, this is what we all need THANK YOUUUU💕

i'm the one in charge tonight (18+)

synopsis: it's you and shuri's second year anniversary in less than 24 hours, and you've completely accepted the fact you're totally a sub during sex while she's mainly the dominate one, but you want a change, you want to show her what you're capable of and what she's been missing out on.

contains: dom! reader x sub!shuri, shuri x black reader, smutty, filth, dirty talk, some fluff, cunnilingus, fingering, strap-on, riding, vibranium!strap, just super unholy content fr.

usana- baby, ivakala imnandi kakhulu- it feels so good

a/n- i fell asleep whilst proofreading this, so don’t mind if there are any mistakes :) enjoy the read sinners x

grab your popcorn, it’s a long one 🙀

"shit, was that good?" shuri asked in a breathless manner, chasing her breath that had been taken away by your vehement scissoring session. you were pinned under her, one leg hoist up on her shoulder whilst the other was settled by her hip.

"yes, so good." you exhaled, chest rising and lowering quickly as your body tried its hardest to overcome the intense orgasm it'd just experienced. shuri laughed quietly at how fucked out you looked and leaned down to give you a kiss. sensing her soft lips on yours, you lifted up your arms to put your palms on either side of shuri’s head and kissed back, fully satisfied with your swift but explosive quickie. shuri broke away from the kiss, gently pecking your forehead as she let your leg down slowly from her shoulder and pulled her soaked heat way from yours. your leg dropped back down on the bed with a faint thud, and you turned around to the side, closing your eyes briefly.

you and shuri had been dating for quite a while now and you’re second anniversary was coming up, tomorrow in fact. you two weren’t the most conventional couple around; you came from a poorer background and your parents were farmers that helped the royal family grow fresh produce. shuri had seen you around one day and found you’re visuals so outstanding, she made conversation with you. since that day, you’d both just fell more and more in love with each other every day physically and emotionally, so you just made it official. she was your ride or die and literally saved you and your family from a life of poverty and enslavement; you couldn’t thank her enough everyday.

on the other hand, sex with shuri was always the same, it was very vanilla and passionate which you loved but it was quite predictable, she touched you, you came; she was never really keen on the idea of you touching her or being in total control and you thoroughly accpeted it as bottoming was more up your ally anyway.

however lately, you’d been craving a change, you needed something to spice up your sex life with shuri and what better way to do that than finally show her your skills. i mean sure, you’d never really topped anyone before as she barely let you, but how hard could it really be. shuri did it to you all the time and you’d picked up on her little tricks, from her pressing down onto your stomach to make you squirt, to her curling her fingers correctly to reach the spot that drove you crazy. little did she know, your pillow princess days were coming to an end and tomorrow was the perfect day for you to show her how dominant you could be.

you opened your eyes again and looked over to the digital clock by the beside table, “8:36am”, it read and you mentally questioned as to why shuri got so horny and pent up this early in the morning. speaking of her, she was already out of bed, dressing up and changing in her lab wear.

“leaving already are we?” you queried with a fake pout, turning around to watch her get ready whilst you tucked yourself back under the warm sheets.

“yes sorry, i just need to finish a project quickly, but love, can you be ready by 1pm later today so we can go shopping for our anniversary date tomorrow?” shuri asked, brightly smiling at you as she dragged her black jumper down across her torso and grabbed her lab keys from the drawer.

you grinned at her, thanking god she remembered and also feeling very excited because you knew she was going to spoil you, “of course baby.” you cooed, wiggling your toes under your covers, “but why does it feel like we just had a one night stand?” you asked in a joking manner, raising your eyebrow at her.

shuri laughed at your comment, “i’m experienced what can i say.” she left the room before the pillow you threw managed to hit her. you scoffed and laid back down onto the bed, staring at the white ceiling that seemed to move in zigzags after you looked for too long. suddenly, an idea flew into your head from nowhere. you had a sly grin slapped on your face, and you’re the type of person where if you’re set on doing something, oh boy, best believe it’s going to get done. you sat up, shaking your head and went to get up out of the bed, but as soon as your legs touched the floor, they seemed to remember what you’d done with shuri more than you did and completely gave out under you in which you cursed as you fell, “damn, she got me good.” you sat down and rubbed your knees that made painful contact with the floor. you finally found the energy to stand and pulled yourself up so you could walk to the semi-large bathroom situated in the corner of your shared bedrooom. you were getting ready to do something- no, make something that would most likely help in your plans tomorrow.

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you walked into your personal lab located in an isolate part of the palace. shuri had commanded the lab team to build it for you five months prior to you moving in because you were super intelligent and quite gifted, but you were not financial stable and so couldn’t afford to finish your education, so shuri had been tutoring you to fill in the gaps in your knowledge and you swear, you’re almost smarter than her. you absorb knowledge like a sponge and shuri admires your talents, knowing you have great potential and will possibly help in wakanda’s evolvement of technology.

you flicked on a light switch and watched how it activated all the systems, seeing all of it whir to life, “welcome y/n.” the voice of your ai, briot, echoed in the room, greeting you nicely as you walked further in, “thank you bri, can i ask if my design from my ipad is available to be printed now?” you asked, switching buttons to download the image of your special design from your phone and upload it so she could sense it.

“yes y/n.” she affirmed.

“print it for me.” you commanded, moving over the place where’d you’d be able to see it print in 3D.

“printing.”

you smiled proudly as you saw it, the printer moving in rapid motions as it drew all of the details you’d wished for, and you couldn’t be happier.

can you guess what it is?

yes, it was a custom made-strap on.

i know, very original. you tapped the intercom and the protective glass shifted to the side. you reached in to grab your design, admiring its perfect length and girth, not to mention how veiny it was and the light tinge of purple from the hint of vibranium you used in it against its jet black exterior. prior to this, you’d sat in the living room on you’re advanced pc and ipad where you made it, touching it up and even measuring you’re thighs and waist so it fit you perfectly. sure, you had many that you and shuri kept but all of them were used for you and you’d rather make an entirely new one that was just catered to shuri’s needs. satisfied, you closed the glass case and turned around to leave, but your heart nearly skipped a beat when you saw shuri walk in face down with a ton of paperwork.

as quickly as you could, you closed the designing tab that displayed the strap design, and hid the physical one behind you as you leaned on the intercom, trying to act like you weren’t just doing something devious.

“oh babe, what are you doing here.” shuri asked as she looked up, slightly confused as you avoided her eye contact.

“it’s my lab ain’t it.” you said smiling freakishly wide as you slowly put the strap-on in your lab coat pocket.

“yeah, but you didn’t mention you’d be here..” shuri replied, tilting her head to the side to see what you were hiding behind your back,

“what’s that.”

you panicked, shoving it fully into your pocket subtly so it wouldn’t be seen, “what? i’m just working on a new version of the kimoyo earrings.” you said, acting clueless as you shifted to the side to show her the project you abandoned over a week ago, lying down on your desk. shuri looked at you with a “are you serious.” facial expression, but she didn’t say it and just turned around, “alrightie, well, i’ll just borrow your spare pens if you don’t mind and don’t forget to be ready in an hour.” she perked up, grabbing a handful of your new pens and waltzing out of the door.

you let out the large breath that had been stuck in your throat and held your chest, “god that was close.” you muttered, “briot, why didn’t you tell me she was coming back.” you asked slightly irritated, stuffing the strap into a bag you were going to hide in your room.

“you commanded me to not let anyone disturb you.” briot replied in her monotonous robot voice. ah yeah, she’s right, you forgot that the last time you were in here, you told her to put the rest of the world on hold whilst you worked.

“oh yeah, sorry you can turn that off now and shut down the lab for me.” you said as you turned away and headed to the door.

“turning off do not disturb mode and shutting down lab, bye y/n.” she replied as the lights went dim and everything went to sleep again. your lab doors shut automatically and you rushed to the bedroom, hoping and praying that you didn’t bump into anyone, especially you’re girlfriend.

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you waited for shuri in the palace lobby as you were ready to go shopping with her. you wore a long grey jumper dress and some black naked wolf boots with your golden purse by your side. your leg was on top of the other, bopping up and down as you looked around for shuri as well as replying to instagram comments. you recently got your natural hair silk pressed as it was winter season, and it was in a messy bun, edges slayed to the gods.

“sorry to keep you waiting dear.” you heard from the side of you as shuri stood by the black chair you were sitting on. you studied her fit, a black lakers jumper with grey jogging bottoms and jordan shoes with her infamous black glasses. she put her hand out towards you and you took it, lifting yourself up from the chair with your help, “you look hot.” you complimented, kissing her cheek as you grabbed your hand and lead her to the door.

the market wasn’t very far and so a car was not needed to get there. shuri told no security to come as it ruined the authenticity of your outing and no one would try and harm her anyway; she went to the market all the time where the wakanda community treated her like any old citizen there and it really made her feel like she belonged. for you, the market was an escape from your shitty reality, and in the past, you went here not only to get food for your family, but to contribute in the local activities that took place occasionally and make friends.

after about ten mins, you reached the market area but shuri led you down a different path that you hadn’t been before. confused, you held her arm, “the local shops are down there.” you pointed to where you thoght you both were going.

“i know.” she replied, flashing you a smirk.

you two kept on walking for what felt like forever until you ended up on a street that looked like it came out of new york magazine cover. there were so many famous designer shops like dior, chanel, yves saint laurent, pandora and so many more. you gasped and started to squeal as you saw them in all their glory, lined up poshly against each other on the two streets. of course you were a big fan of fashion and never knew these franchises existed within the planes of wakanda. you looked at shuri, back at the shops and then shuri again before hugging her tightly, “oh my god! shuri stop, i can’t buy from here.” you watched in awe as rich ass people went from shop to shop with their bags overflowing with expensive bags, clothes, everything.

shuri chuckled and took out a card from her wallet in her joggers pocket, a black card; you knew shuri was rich but this? oh nah.

“shuri no, i can’t take that, i have my own money.” you said taking out your wallet from your golden purse but she stopped you and put a hand on yours, “my treat, consider it an early anniversary present.” she said in such an alluring way, putting your wallet back in your purse and gesturing for you to take the card from her. in shock, you slowly take the card away from her clutch and she then hugged you, “thank you for being such an amazing girlfriend.” she breathed in your lovely perfume and kissed your cheek. people noticed her presence and were staring at the public display of affection; she didn’t care though, your relationship deserved to be shown off.

you nearly cried, what the hell, shuri was so amazing, “oh god, thank you,” you squealed, jumping and prancing around her. it didn’t take long for you rush inside the shops like a child, taking it in all at once. your first stop was givenchi and you just looked at everything, the prices made you hurl though, $2000 wakandan dollars for a piece of awkwardly cut clothing!? shuri was behind you the whole time, even checking out things herself whilst the shop keepers disturbed her about what she was here for.

anyways, you didn’t find anything you liked there so you visited many shops after that until you were at chsirtian dior and was instantly attracted to a piece they displayed:

it wasn’t too much and there was something about it that just screamed confidence and you fucking loved it. shuri caught you looking at it intently, “you would look so motherfucking fine in that.” she confessed, encouraging you to get it as she was undoubtedly tired of endlessly roaming around so many shops.

you agreed, and called an employee to see if they had the grey two piece in stock, and thank bast they did, so you tried it on first to really make sure it was a good fit for you..“is it nice?” you asked shuri as you walked out of the changing room after you put it on, twirling around in the mirror and looking at how it hugged your body nicely. shuri didn’t wanna admit it, but you looked like such top material in that moment like damn, she wouldn’t mind being dicked down by you in that moment; little did she know…

a good $3500 fled from shuri’s pockets after you purchased it, but she thankfully didn’t mind. you walked out, letting the cool air wash over your face as you happily linked arms with shuri, “are you not gonna get anything?” you asked her as you walked happily down the road, “nah, i already have my outfit planned at home, but i might go check out some rolex watches.” she replied as she mainly just came out for you to shop and enjoy yourself.

“mkay.”

the both of you crossed down the busy road and walked into the rolex shop that just smelt of dollar bills i mean, you’d never stepped in here before until now, but it just made you feel poor. the large array of golden and silver watches were on display as shuri walked along the footpath, expecting every single one of them. you admired shuri’s special sense of value and her actions were so calculated, you could trust that whatever she did was for the right reason, and that was one of the many reasons why you loved her so much. she called over a shopping assistant that seemed to fan girl over her as she asked for a specific type of watch. they had it in the shop and brought it out for shuri who smiled, “thank you, i’ll take that one.” the shopping assistant nodded and brought it to the paying counter. you were going to hand shuri’s black card back but she already had another one out and ready to pay; you wondered how much bread this woman had, but she’d never tell you.

she successfully paid for the expensive rolex watch and thanked the lady as she handed the bag over to her. shuri turnt to you and nodded at the door as a signal that you should leave first and you left it open so shuri could walk out, “so…can i see the receipt?” you asked, very curious about the price as you both walked down the stone steps.

shuri chortled, “ ‘course not.” she said in some tacky british accent, and held your hand as you both walked back down the street you came back from, to the wakandan palace. shuri had a habit of switching in and out of accents as she travelled a lot, so she just adapted them, but it was so out of the blue and it made you laugh.

you got some questioning and nosy stares but you both ignored them and fully enjoyed the rest of your day, visiting cafes and arcades to have fun, like a pre-anniversary date.

~~~

you sat on your shared bed, tapping away at your phone. you took a picture of the christian dior bag and sent it to your friend, nora who sent you a long voice note being jealous and threatening to come and steal shuri from you. you laughed and replied in another voice note, “i wish you’d come and try, girl i’d slap the shit out of you.” you sent it, laughing at yourself doing the fake american accent you’d learnt from shuri. nora gave you swearing emojis and you shook your head, liking her messages and then switching your phone off to lay it on the side of the bed. friends was playing on the tv, shuri was watching it before she’d left to take another shower since you’d accidentally sprinkled her in oil as you both cooked some jollof rice for your dinner.

“fuck, haha i’m so sorry baby.” you were cackling so much as you held the oil bottle, and your stomach as you stared at shuri covered in the olive oil, from head to toe. she was play fighting to get it from you and you accidentally threw the contents at her, not realizing the lid wasn’t on properly.

“god y/n.” she wasn’t even mad, she laughed along with you as she wiped it from her face and arms, but she continued to help you cook as she was starving.

you laughed again at the memory but took the remote to change the channel. you switched it to some true crime channel and settled the remote on the bedside table, opening a packet of sour gummies to fulfill your sweet tooth. before long, shuri exited out the steamy bathroom, a tower around her waist and another one around her neck covering her chest. you tried your hardest not to look but bast, it was hard; she looked so good and that towel was slipping dangerously low, showing off her v line and toned stomach as result of her working out as black panther, being the protector and all. you dragged your mind out the gutter and shifted your attention back to the tv.

“like what you see?” she called out, noticing your prying eyes on her as she moved to get the lotion.

“mhm.” you replied shamelessly, not bothering to hide how hard you were staring. shuri laughed at your directness and turned to face the wardrobe as she removed the towel around her neck, revealing her broad and strong back. you liked how it tensed and flexed as she moved around with light scars of nail marks that were definitely your fault. shuri poured the cocoa butter lotion onto her hands and rubbed them into her palms before she worked it into her skin to give it moisture and avoid ashiness.

“do you need help?” you asked, feeling quite bold.

“that would be amazing, i can’t reach my back.” shuri replied, nodding her head and sitting on the edge of the bed with her bare back facing you. excitedly, you crawled your way directly behind her and took the bottle of lotion and squirted some on your hand. you rubbed it until it grew warm in your hands and then you took a careful swipe along shuri’s back. with elegance, you rubbed it into her beautiful melanin skin and made sure it was all spread evenly before you massaged her shoulders. it was quiet, but you could hear the low moans of shuri as the massaging probably felt good and relieved her of muscle aches. her head leaned back into the middle of your chest as you leaned up on your knees to rub the top her chest, getting dangerously close to her boobs, “mm, you sure you wanna go there baby?” she looked at you with a look of lust and you ignored her, pretending like you were just innocently helping her cream her skin. after, you lifted her head off your chest and rubbed her back again but went down the sides of her petite waist, under her arms as you took in her shape. shuri was surprisingly letting you do all of it and her being vulnerable was getting you worked up so you stopped before it progressed into something else.

“why’d you stop?” shuri fake pouted as she got up, finishing off her legs before she slipped on a white tank top on from the closet, not bothering to wear a bra.

“cuz.” is all you said before you were indulging in your gummies again and watching tv. shuri soon joined you and stuck her hands in your gummies, stuffing some in her mouth as she tried to decipher exactly what you were watching.

“is this murder and stuff.” she asked muffledly, as her mouth was full with the sweets she'd just stolen from you.

you giggled at how stupid but cute she sounded and nodded as you both began to properly watch it with your eyes glued to the screen until you were eventually dead asleep, your arm hanging over the bed as shuri hugged your waist and snuggled herself besides your breast; you could definitely get used to this.

~~~

you woke up from your deep slumber in utter panic as your alarm went off besides your head, blaring into your poor ears. annoyed, you angrily slammed it quiet and huffed to yourself as you rubbed the sleep from your aching eyes. the digital clock displayed 9:30am and you sighed, knowing it was definitely shuri that set it at this time to wake you up. you looked around to find her, but she was nowhere to be seen, which wasn’t surprising at all in the least. you managed to raise yourself up, stretching your arms and legs with a drawn out yawn. you lazily scratched the side of your head and adjusted your silk bonnet before you jumped off the bed and made it up again, like you never slept in it. you were making your way to the door when something caught the corner of your eye. when you fully turned to it, you gasped. it was a note on top of a large bouquet of diverse flowers. cheesing already, you picked it up and read the note, “happy second anniversary, my one and only love,” you took a deep inhale of the sweet smelling flowers before you carried on, “i’m so glad to have you in my life, thank you for handling my shit, from your sexy lover, shuri.” you giggled and smiled to yourself like an idiot as you read it like three more times after that. you danced around your room like a child; it was only shuri that was able to make you giddy like that. ready to hug her to death, you unlatched the lock of your bedroom door and looked in the hall left and right before you quietly closed it behind you and tiptoed to shuri’s lab.

however, when you looked inside, it was empty and she was no where to be seen. confused, you wondered where she could possibly be, but the distant sound of soft afrobeats, and the sweet aroma of pancakes gave you your answer. your mouth watered and stomach grumbled as you realized how hungry you were. you made your way over to the kitchen and without a doubt, she was there, over the stove and tossing pancakes like a pro. she was wearing a blue striped apron whilst softly humming to the song, pull up by koffee, her favorite one right now. once she noticed your presence, she smiled sweetly and made her way over to you, inviting you to dance with her. confused at how different she was acting, you gladly complied and bopped along to the beat. she twirled you around and your back was to her, moving side to side and slightly whining on her. one of her hand was on your waist guiding your movements, whilst the other had a spatula in it. getting shy, you clapped whilst laughing and broke away from her as she hurried over to the stove to turn it off before the pancakes got burnt.

“what?” she let out a hearty laugh and flipped the pancake pan onto a large white plate.

“who are you and what have you done with shuri.” you jokingly ask her, as you pulled her into your embrace, arms around her neck, “i’m right here usana.” she replied, softly kissing you and rubbing your sides.

“mmm, i like this shuri, keep her out more.” you said as shuri held your hand and guided you to sit down onto the royal dining table. she’d told everyone not to disturb you today since it was your special day and her demands were met as it was mad quiet and peaceful, no sign of anyone. you looked down at the large plates of breakfast food presented before you and watched as shuri settled the pancakes lastly and sat down, taking off her apron and flinging it somewhere.

“damn, you worked hard.” you admired how nicely it was set out, fruits, your favorite mocha coffee, eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, whipped cream and juice.

“well, you deserve it.” shuri said, slipping a grape into her mouth before cutting herself a slice of pancake to see if it tasted right before you did. she immediately nodded in approval and encouraged you to taste some. you took a knife and cut into the stack of them, using your fork to stab it before placing it in your mouth. it was so beautifully sweet like not too much and not too little, but just enough. the drizzled maple syrup was the cherry on top and you held your thumbs up in approval.

“she can cook!” you said with your hand over your mouth as you chewed it thoroughly, “i always could!” shuri retorted defensively, as she made a sandwhich. you shook your head and she jokingly flipped you off in which you laughed and pushed her chair, nearly causing her to fall down and spill the food everywhere. she looked at you wide eyed and you looked back on the verge of bursting out of laughter.

“fine.” she walked up to you and started to tickle you like crazy in which you screamed and jokingly slapped her off of you; tickling was the bane of your existence and you hated it, which shuri knew so she was doing it on purpose.

“stopp!” you yelled, as she tickled you harder until tears were coming out of your eyes. finally she stopped and looked satisfied with her revenge before she finally ate her little sandwhich. you looked at her menacingly and finished your pancakes, taking a piece of watermelon from the fruit bowl, “this is war.”

“yeah okay.” she said, sticking her tongue out in a childish manner.

this was one of the best mornings you’d ever had and you were so happy to share it with the one you loved.

~~~

you were both riding along the wakandan streets in a long limousine made of pure vibranium that shuri had designed herself, on your way to the most expensive restaurants in all of wakanda owned by kwamaye ramsey, a notorious chef that is seen in a lot of tv shows. there were two body guards seated at the far end of the vehicle so it was awkward, but shuri’s hand was on your thigh and you two were talking about random things to ease the tension.

“okay but she should’ve died in season two.” you argued and shuri interjected, “no! she was my favorite character how dare you.” you sneered at her and she did it back before you both laughed at yourselves. you wore the expensive two piece you had bought the day before with your black hair down and freshly straightened, large golden hoop earrings with heels that were on a mission to make you fall tonight. by your side was shuri in a oversized black blazer with a unique wakandan design and some black suit pants with dark shades on, and her hair braided back:

she looked sexy as always, but those damn grills that glinted when she smiled were telling you to take her right here and now. she looked out the window, “yeah we’re nearly there.” she said to you as the pointed and you looked, seeing the crazy line of people lining up and the bright lights of the place; damn it was famous, she was right.

“oh my, are we going to have to wait?” you asked, as the car swerved into a parking space.

“oh course not.” she said, pulling two vip tickets from your pocket that flashed a lovely gold, “these guarantee a quick way in.” she said as the car came to a final halt. you sighed in relief but wondered how she even got those. i mean she was the fucking princess of wakanda….it made sense.

“thank you boss.” she said as she gave a nod to the driver who gave a nod back and opened the car door. the bodyguards left the vehicle and she got out first before standing to the side and letting you get out. the air was warm, like a bit humid and the environment was just to clean, no pollution, no corruption, just wakanda. the car drove off and you two were immediately greeted with the sharp looks and long stares from ongoing pedestrians and people in line for the restaurant. shuri took your hand in hers and you squeezed it as you two began to walk towards the entrance of the restaurant with the two bodyguards by your side.

you would never get used to the flashing white lights of paparazzi cameras, but it made you feel quite famous to be honest. your relationship was not new news to wakanda, but you’d both never come out to say it, you’d just left the public to think what they want whilst doing what you want. you covered your face slightly and waved at some people as they excitedly waved back. the bodyguards pushed away some crazy paparazzi, but you just stayed close to shuri as she showed the men at the door your vip tickets in which you were swiftly let in. the inside was breathtaking, the whole restaurant wasn’t too busy but clean, and the whole place was covered by dim purple lights with gold shimmers and wakandan designs on the walls. a friendly waiter guided you both to the tables shuri booked and it was upstairs, away from everyone else and in a private dinner room. there were candles set up and it just looked so boules and prestine, it was surreal. you gasped under your breath and you went to sit down with shuri on the opposite side.

“i’ll come to take your orders soon.” the waiter said and bowed, exiting the room. you both nodded and thanked him before taking in the coolness of this place.

“bro, shuri i feel like i’m walking on pure diamond right now.” you say, taking a cheeky sip of wine already on the table. she laughs and also drinks some of her red wine, “i know it’s crazy rich in here.” she replies, like she’s not some billionaire.

“honestly, thank you, this such such an honour my queen.” you bowed in your seat in which she scrunched her face and shook her head, “you don’t call me, you call me…” she thinks, “daddy?” she winked at you but none of this was going to move you tonight, “no, you call me that.” you replied challengingly, raising your eyebrow and mentally laughing at the surprise on her face.

“haha, i like your jokes funny guy.” she said raising her wine glass up again to take another sip whilst you read through the menu.

she was going to be calling you that tonight, she can just wait.

after a short while, the waiter came back and took your order and you ordered wagyu beef with salad and some oysters whilst shuri just ordered the same thing you ordered, just with some medium rare steak on the side. the waiter went to gather your food and you just sat there looking around, avoiding shuri’s longing stare at you.

“y/n..you’re so pretty you know.” she complimented as you felt her foot rub yours from below the table.

“i know.” you replied with full confidence and a hint of dominance, which shuri seemed to notice as she took a small gulp; she was justifiably down bad for you.

you and her played two player mini games on your phone whilst waiting because that’s just how you bonded, “fuck! i had it!” shuri yelled as you stole her cards and came first place. at that point, the waiter came in with one other, holding plates of your food and refilling your wine glasses. shuri looks down awkwardly and puts her phone on the table whilst you chuckle under your breath and thank the waiters for their service. you’re the first to tuck in and the first bite of that meat is heavenly, it literally just melted im your mouth like butter.

“nice?” shuri asked as she poked at her food, putting your needs before her own, “yes! try yours.” you replied as she cut a piece of the meat and ate it to, “oh my god.” she leaned back into the chair and played dead because it tastes so good, whilst chewing thoroughly.

“i know!” soon after, you both devoured your plates and didn’t leave a single speck of food or any sauce left; you’d practically cleaned it up for them again. you leaned back holding your stomach as you were so full. shuri did the same and quietly burped into the palm of her hand before she sipped some whine.

“hey..i have something for you.” you said, shuffling in your handbag to find a surprise for shuri.

“oh?” she asked, wiping her mouth with the cloth and looking at your bag.

“yep.” you pulled it out and it was a small white box with a bow tie on it. you shuffled it closer to her and she looked at it suspiciously, but accepted it anyway. you studied her face to see her reaction to your anniversary gift; you had to provide for her as well because she was treating you way too much. her mouth twisted into a smile and she looked at you, “you didn’t have to.” she said and she was cheesing as she stood up to come and hug you. you’d bought her these 24 karat gold stud earrings that she’d been contemplating on buying for the last year.

“ehh, it’s the least i could do.” you said, feeling very proud of yourself for being able to afford that and treating her back, even though you’d be doing it much more later. tonight will be about her this time, whether she likes it or not.

“fuck, i love you.” she studied them and closed the box again, putting it in her blazer pockets as she blew you kisses.

“come on, let’s go enjoy our night fully, just the two of us.” she said, as you smiled and got up with her, taking the bill so you both could pay at the counter downstairs. once that was done, you went outside where the bodyguards were and the long limousine, you previously arrived, in was stationed outside waiting for you. you both got in with the two bodyguards pushing away crowds and you two comfortably settled in the back whilst they closed the doors. slightly tipsy, you used your hand to pull shuri’s face to meet yours and kissed her, not caring about the right men in front of you. she kissed you back harder until it was getting too intense in which she pulled away and squeezed your thigh, “let’s wait ‘till we get home baby.”

you nodded and leaned on her shoulder, excited for her to see your second surprise.

~~~

it was messy, hungry and needy. your hands were on each other as soon as you got inside, in a state of frenzy as selfishness for the other grew, but you quickly made your way into your shared bedrooom for more privacy. as always, shuri pushed you down onto the soft bed and started to steal kisses all over, starting from your exposed neck down to the top of your breast peaking out from your cropped blazer jacket. you allowed her for now so she didn’t expect anything.

you wrapped your arms around her neck to deepen your passionate kiss further, bucking up your hips to grind against her to give her the notion that she was in control. she held your hips down and swiftly undid your buttons, taking the blazer off to reveal your lacey black bra. she then kissed a trail from the skin of your breast to your neck again and nibbled on the skin, relishing in the sounds of your soft moans.

as if a switch went off, you found strength to completely to push her down and switch your positions so you were now stationed on top of shuri with her wrists held down by your hands. she looked so confused but surprised at where that random surge of strength came from. you licked your plump lips and connected your lips with hers once again in which she eagerly welcomed. you kissed down along her neck in which graceful moans spilled out from her mouth as you bit down gently on the brown skin before you went to work on unbuttoning her large blazer. your hands were no longer pinning shuri’s so she got up, interrupting you and attempting to flip you over again, “y/n-” but you snapped and gripped her chin with your hand, “i’m the one in charge tonight princess, you understand?” you said in such a domineering manner, she simply nodded and accepted her fate. you smiled sweetly, “good girl.” you praised, as you took the blazer off of her small frame, exposing her calvin klein sports bra and broad shoulders. you leaned besides her ear, dragging your hands down her body slowly as she shuddered under your touch.

you were so glad she wasn’t denying you like she used to, and seemed to give you what you wanted.

“take this off for me.” you demanded, tapping her bra in which she complied and gripped the underband of it, raising it up and over her head. you did the same and removed your lacey bra, discarding it to the side of the bedroom so you both were topless. shuri leaned down so her back was against the bed below and watched as you climbed over her, you’re silver necklace hung down into her face, so she dragged it and pulled you down to kiss her some more and as her hands were free, she roamed down to grip your ass in which you grunted disapprovingly and slapped them away, “you don’t touch me.” you ordered, taking her wrists and pinning them back above her head once again. she bit her lip and gave a sort of whining sound that made your core throb in anticipation.

“you better not move, stay in that fucking position.” you demanded with a deeper tone in your voice. shuri mentally gasped at your sudden change in demeanor but fuck, it turned her on so much more then she imagined. you let go of her hands and went lower, unbuttoning her pant buttons and pulling them down to remove it completely from her, tossing it across the room like the other articles of clothing. shuri didn’t know how to feel right now, you’d never gone full dom like this and she was unsure on how to act but for once, she was going to entertain it and let you do what you want because that’s what you deserve. you enticingly kissed your way down shuri’s body, tracing her shape as you stopped at her boxers. you looked at her for approval to take it off and she nodded, biting her bottom lip as you slid them off of her. she used her foot to discard them r to the side but by the time she could process what was happening, you were already roughly pushing her thighs apart and lifting them up so they were beside your head.

in the two eventful years you both were together, you’d only ate her out..once? maybe twice? but that was way too low compared to the amount of times she was in-between your legs, at least twice a week, and that’s if she’s busy.

you spread her thighs out more and shuri shifted herself down so you were closer; she’d missed receiving head as she was so focused on you, she forgot about herself but tonight, she was going to feel every fucking thing you gave her. the room was dimly lit, but you could clearly see what you were working with. shuri’s pussy was slim and tidy, her lips tucked in and her clit peaking out from the hood like a pearl from its shell. you appreciated the neatly trimmed curly hair but you couldn’t care less about it. your kissing from before had undoubtedly got her wet as her entrance glistened with slick, begging for you to taste it.

without wasting any more time, you dove straight in, tongue up in every crevice you could reach as you greedily tasted every single bit of her, holding her thighs tightly. shuri’s petite frame flinched and her backed arch, lifting off the bed as her arms slammed down onto the bed, “oh my fucking god y/n, yes!” her moan was so erotic, it sounded like it came right out of a porn video. you used that as fuel to keep on going, using your tongue to glide in and out of her, licking up and down her slit and grazing her clit a bit. this caused her to buck her hips up instinctively and grab at your straight hair, “shit shit! ivakala imnandi kakhulu.” she cried out, spewing out expletives like they were rap lyrics.

“mmm.” you couldn’t help but smile at how good you were making her feel. you hummed against her clit on purpose and continued to pry and lick at it to get her closer. shuri’s knuckles were started to whiten at how hard she was gripping your hair but you didn’t care, you couldn’t feel that shit, all you could feel was shuri’s wet pussy slapping against your tongue and cheeks.

“fuck yes!” shuri was up in heaven right now, her head was swung back against the pillows as her hips moved on her own, grinding up into your mouth as you stuck your tongue out, “mm i bet you like this, rubbing your cunt on my tongue like a whore.” you said as her jaw clenched after your wards and eyes rolled back into her sockets, just stuck in her own little world of pleasure. feeling satisfied, you turned your head to the side as you licked to watch her reaction; you swear she started to vibrate underneath you as her visible abs flexed with every breath and her now-sweaty legs tensed with every thrust of her hips upwards. feeling so turned on, you felt yourself underneath your tights and panties, rubbing up on your own pussy, aching due to the absence of it’s usual attention as your nipple grazed against the coolness of the sheets; you could honestly cum right now but no, shuri came first.

you stopped touching yourself and reached up shuri’s toned torso with the other hand, grabbing her tits on the way and lightly squeezing as you continued to make out with her heat. you reached her mouth and stuck your index and middle finger into it in which she willingly sucked, getting it all ready and coated with her saliva.

“so fucking good for me, aren’t you.” you said, bobbing your head up and down as you sucked on her clit, “baby, i’m gonna cum..” she breathlessly moaned as her tongue still swirled around and in between your fingers whilst still moving her hips with the pace of your tongue, “you better not.” you warned, feeling further into her throat warm, nearly making her gag.

soon after, shuri was definitely close and you didn’t want her to cum just yet so you lifted your head up briefly and took your fingers out from her pretty little mouth. shuri gulped and looked at you with such a needy expression, you wanted to make her finish for hours on end. you stuck the fingers in your own mouth because you were just so dirty like that and went back down to her mound, feeling up and down her pussy with the pads of your fingers. you don’t think you’d ever fingered shuri, but she’d done it to you countless of times, you could pick it up. you went back to licking her pretty pussy, but your fingers joined this time and with the help of them being wet from shuri and her self lubricated entrance, they slid right in as you pushed inside and shuri’s body tensed, hissing at the weird sensation. you realise she probably didn’t penetrate herself often, so you slowed it down a bit to allow her to adjust.

“move.” she directed, her dark gaze landing upon you and you could see finally see her gorgeous brown eyes, pupils blown out. not needing for her to tell you twice, you used both of your fingers to move in and out, curling them slightly like she always does. your tongue is also at work and plays with her clit in circle motions. shuri was so high on you right now, her teeth gritted and toes curled as her body calmly convulses, trying to cope with too much at once, “god, fuck yes y/n ugh-”

you slapped her harshly thigh, “i want you to call me daddy.” you smirked while saying it and shuri didn’t look at you but she went quieter which is a sign that she was contemplating on doing it. you moved your fingers at an ungodly speed to force some sound out of her and your wish was granted, “mmm, ah fucking hell…y-yes daddy.” she said the last bit quietly but it made you happy

“ha, you’re so good for me shuri.” you praise approvingly and disconnected your mouth from her throbbing core. you lean yourself up and shuffled to shuri, putting an arm around the top of her head. she hurriedly grabbed your face and pulled you down to kiss you sloppily so she can taste herself, your fingers stil buried deep inside of her as she greedily took them, rocking her hips back and forth. you slowed because of your aching wrists, but you sped up again and she abruptly stopped kissing you, struggling to find your lips again as your fingers drilled the absolute shit out of her.

“yea, just like that.” shuri’s grabbed onto your neck like you were the last person on earth and you let her, enjoying her submissive side that she’d kept hidden for so long. your palm slapped down on her clit and she jerked, “bast, i’m gonna cum all your fingers.”

“yeah? i bet you want to do that shit? fucking hungry for it aren’t you?” you replied fiercely, taking shuri’s hands off of you and leaning back down again as you missed her earthy taste. she whined as you went back down to eat her out again; she was so stimulated, she wanted to cry and you weren’t helping. she played with your hair, putting it in a ponytail and lifting it up and down to guide your head further down into her core. once again, shuri was really close and her body was drenched in sweat at this point, and she wanted nothing more than sweet release, which you weren’t going to adhere to just yet. as you saw she was on the edge, you stopped your actions once again and she then tried to use her own hand to finish herself off, but you weren’t having it and you pulled them away forcefully, “no touching yourself either.”

shuri’s face scrunched in annoyance as her body writhed like a worm under you, but she obeyed nonetheless and kept her mouth shut, rubbing her legs together. you got up from the bed and her eyes shot open from its original squinted state, wondering why you were leaving you like that, “fuck..y/n where are you-”

“that’s not my name.” you said as you removed your skirt and opaque tights, stepping out of it and putting it in the mess of your other clothes. you shuffled around your closet for the bag you’d put the strap in earlier and once you finally found it, you pulled it out and showed shuri your creation proudly.

shuri stared at you then at the strap and then at you again in disbelief, “you’re not thinking of using that on me are you?” she studied the details of the veins and unique design, noticing it wasn’t one of hers.

“duh, why else would i bring it out.” you replied, beginning to put it on yourself and adjust the straps. shuri shifted back in her position and stared at it; something about you wearing made fireworks go off in her lower half, and somehow she ended up splayed out on the bed, legs spread wide open while you were in between her. she used to be so against you using it on her and even went far as to hiding them from you, but you made your own this time and there was no escaping from your grasp.

“don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” you reassured shuri who looked evidently nervous for the large toy dangling in between your legs. you stroked her face and kissed her cheeks, pecking her collarbones and rubbing her thighs soothingly. this helped her relax and she slowly sighed, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. happy as fuck, you took the base of the black strap on and rubbed the tip against her entrance, that was still wet from your saliva and her slick. she looked away and shut her eyes, ready for it and you thought she looked so flipping cute.

quite impatiently, you started to guide it slowly inside her in which her legs immediately tensed up and she pulled back away from you, causing it to fall out. realizing this will probably take a while, you tried again, rubbing the sides of her waist to calm her down. if worked this time and it went in further before she tensed up again but she held your waist tighter, “it’s okay, just put it all in.” she blurted out, not wanting to wait anymore. you wanted to ask if she was very sure but you couldn’t help yourself and before you knew it, you were slamming into her at full force. she jolted and her hands left your waist, touching your abdomen instead and slowly looking up at you with her mouth in an ‘o’ shape as she let out a silent scream, and you grinning cockingly at her. the stretch from its girth was slightly painful, but nothing she couldn’t take. once she was okay with that, you pulled out again and slammed back in, enjoying her body language as her hands scrambled for something to hold on to, eventually covering her face as you began to mercilessly fuck her, “mhm, take.every.last.bit.of.this.” you thrusted into her after each word and noisy lewd moans spewed out from her like a broken record. her eyes were squeezed shut as her body jerked with your sharp and calculated thrusts, making her whole body shake from the shooting pleasure that skyrocketed from her toes to her fingers as you easily found her g-spot, “fucking hell…daddy ah, ah, ah.” she hesitated but she said it and that’s all that mattered.

the stimulating sound of skin slapping and moaning filled the room, the air thick with hotness and the smell of sex wafting from your bodies. you leaned down to kiss down her neck as your hips relentlessly rammed the strap on into her, hitting places shuri didn’t even know existed within her. shuri watched as your tits moved in a hypnotizing manner, and fought the urge to take them in her mouth.

“oh fuck, you’re so deep.” shuri admitted as she firmly gripped your hips, head turned to the side as all she could do was take it and moan as her body shook uncontrollably, not used to this burning sensation unfolding from within her. she couldn’t even think straight at this point, and the pounding between her legs was the only thing she could feel. suddenly, you pulled out and wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead, “on your knees for me baby girl.”

shuri obeyed and found the little energy she had to turn herself over onto her knees and lie down like that. you gripped her hips and pulled her ass up more before you leaned over her and put the strap on at her entrance again. you kissed along her shoulder blade and sculpted, smooth back that was beautifully arched for you. it was already coated with shuri’s wetness so it slipped right in again and you began to ram into her, “fuck fuck!” is all shuri could say as she felt you grab her shoulders to make her lean up. your boobs were flat against her back as you fucked her, and the skin to skin connection between you two felt so good; the strap-on slightly touching your clit was close to pushing you over the edge in fact. fucking into her was so addicted, no wonder she struggled to stop when she was strapping you down. you saw shuri was touching herself as you were moved inside her her but it was okay, you just didn’t approve of her cumming without your permission. you let go of her shoulders and watched as she fell back down, limp, like she had no control over herself. you chuckled in a sadistic manner and pushed her head down into the pillow, drilling into her little hole, just begging to take all of your dick.

after her moans got higher pitched and her body threatened to give in, you pulled out again and leaned down onto your knees, catching your breath before moving to the next position. shuri was so fucked out from the constant stimulation, and the hadn’t even cum yet; you were purposefully edging her and she didn’t know how much longer she could deal with it, it was starting to become more painful to hold back.

you sat down in bed next to her and tapped your thigh, “can you ride me lastly?” you asked in a polite manner, very different from your strict attitude earlier. shuri barely made eye contact with you but she moved herself, climbing over your frame and positioning herself on top of the strap. you’re so excited, it’s not even funny.

“go easy, please.” she croaked weakly as she looped her arms around your neck and leaned her head onto your shoulder. you nodded knowing damn well you weren’t going to do that. she was already sliding down onto the strap and bouncing her hips up down, kissing you fervently as she held onto you for support. you loved how she was getting into it but nah, you wanted to make sure she felt it all so you did what you had to do. you grabbed her hips and slammed them down unexpectedly, using your own hips to thrust back up. shuri yelped and held your chest, “shit! ngh!” you did it again and continued until she accepted it and rode you at a similar pace.

“you can touch yourself now baby.” you finally say, watching at how she excitedly reached down her body to rub on her engorged clit. her eyes flutter shut and her head swung back again, as you gripped her her ass and to guide her movements. mesmerized but how sexy she looked like this, you leaned forward and took one of her deliciously brown nipples into your mouth, sucking and licking the small nub skillfully. her moans got more strained as you did this, all three sensations she was feeling clouding her senses as the time went by. you didn’t stop and wanted her to cum so fucking hard, she’d feel it for the next few weeks.

“mhm yeah, cum for your daddy, all over my fucking dick.” you sensually whispered into her ear. you didn’t know where all this language was coming from but you’d probably heard shuri say it enough times to you so it was just automatic.

your goal was soon coming as shuri’s whole body tensed, breathing short and ragged as she spasmed repeatedly as a result of her orgasm washing over her in crests of mini waves all hitting her at the same time. “fuuuuuuuck.” her moan dragged out as she gripped your shoulders, her fingernails digging into your shoulder blades. you winced slightly, but enjoying the painful feeling. shuri pulled you away from her boob with a wet pop, pulling you into hungry kiss as she rode out her high that never seemed to end. it felt 100x more intense as she’d been chasing it for the past hour or so due to your cruel edging game.

“ahh, shit y/n, that felt amazing.” her head was heavy on your shoulder and you just smiled to yourself, feeling tired but so horny at the same time. you kissed her forehead and wiped a tear that had found it’s way down her cheek. she was cockwarming the strap until now and slowly but surely, she got off of it to lay down beside you, absolutely blissed out.

you sat at the edge of the bed to slip the strap off your waist and thighs, nodding your head in agreement, “you were amazing, i didn’t know you were capable of that.” shuri said with a genuine surprised look on her face as she clapped for you, still in the process of catching her breath.

“me too to be honest.” you said, laughing and covering your face in embarrassment from the reality of what you’d just done as you lay back down next to her.

“that was another awesome anniversary gift.” shuri whispered to you, coming closer and peppering your cheeks with kisses as she ran her hands along your body.

“yeah…” you looked at her deeply, licking your lips as you she used a finger to wipe away some hair that was stuck to your face, “don’t you want to get off though?” shuri asked with a smirk, her dominant self already coming back after you thought you’d fucked it out of her.

you looked at her blankly, “nah, let’s sleep.” you turned around swiftly, giving her a taste of her own medicine but honestly wanting it so bad.

“sleep? come on, let’s go shower, i’m so sweaty.” she said, pulling your shoulder back to face her before she stood up in which she quickly held the bed for support as her legs felt like pure jello. you hurriedly stood up to hold her before she fell, “oh my, don’t die.” you both laughed as you put her arm along the back of her neck and walked to the bathroom, entering the hot shower together after all that long lovemaking. did it initiate a round two? i guess we’ll never know.

sheeshh, that was a long one.

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opposums-love-arson · 1 year ago

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Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 3

Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis

Once we got off the bus a few people said bye to Sid and I. “Can you check the mail?” Sid asked, I can see why she wouldn’t want to. “Mhm,” I said as she walked ahead. It was as empty as Michael Myers’ soul. I instantly zipped upstairs and to the bathroom, “Calling dibs on the shower!” Nothing followed, wow not even a small ‘Whatever!’.

Once I was out I pulled my hair up into the towel and wrapped another one around me before heading to my room. Maybe I was just a bit too paranoid after today but I thought I heard something coming from the living room. “Hello?” I asked, no answer. “God if this were a horror movie I would be so dead…” I trailed my words just like I trailed the weird noise, quickly snatching up a vase from the hallway. I crept down the stairs and to the living room when I heard a crash. I jumped out ready to hit the culprit! Only to find Sidney picking up the phone. “What the hell are you doing?!” She exclaimed, obviously shocked to see her usually collected sister wielding a vase above her head. “I thought you were the killer!” I shouted, trying to keep the laughter of this humiliating moment at bay. Both Sid and I busted out laughing before she said, “I’m going to call Tatum now, why don’t you go get dressed and make some snacks?” Of course I was going to do what she said, she was doing me a favor for many things.

In the kitchen I still felt a little uneasy, like someone was just lurking around the corner ready to stab me from behind. “I’ve been watching too many horror movies…” Then I stopped to think for a minute. “Well actually the last movie I watched was Psycho with Stu and Billy when they invited Sid and I.” I know I’m just talking to myself as I make peanut butter sandwiches but who doesn’t? “Ya’ know honestly if I could’ve I probably would’ve kissed Stu, right in the scene where Norman is cleaning the hotel room but he’s completely oblivious to the newspaper carrying all the money. Much like Stu is completely oblivious on how to go about things correctly…”

My little monologue must’ve sucked me in a little too much considering I didn’t hear Sid laughing on the couch. “Oh my god, don’t do that! You scared me!” I shouted in total shock just holding up the kitchen knife, bread crust crumbs still covering the blade. “Are you all packed for tonight?” She asked me as she put her things together. “Uh good question,” I said as I put down the plate of PB&J’s on the coffee table. Sidney turned on the tv and started skimming through the channels as I ran up the stairs. Every channel she landed on was talking about the murders.

Coming back down the stairs I ran to the living room where Sid placed her things, not even noticing her in the other room until I went down the hallway. “Hey Sid-” Oh, she’s asleep, seems like she just fell asleep too. I quickly grabbed a blanket for her and laid it over her as she snored a little. I take this time to go to the living room and catch up on some sleep of my own. The past few nights have just been feeling weird and off so I’ve been staying up late.

When a loud ringing from the other room blairs through the house I jolted up, ready for action! That was until Sid picked up the phone.

“Hello?” She groggily asked.

“Who is it?” I whispered as I peaked out from the wall.

Completely ignoring me, Sid takes hold of the small clock on the side table and says, “It’s past seven.”

“Ugh oh that’s comforting,” She said to the person on the other line. At this point I’m pretty sure it’s Tatum.

I sit down on the couch swinging Sid’s legs onto my lap.

“Whatever, just hurry, okay?” Sid said, stifling a laugh before hitting the end call button and placing the phone back on it’s base.

I looked over to her and asked, “So what was that about?”

“Hmm? Oh i-” Before she could even get a real word out the phone rang again.

When Sid picks up the phone she immediately says, “Tatum just get in the car-”

Now that I’m closer to her I can hear the other line and that definitely doesn’t sound like Tatum.

“Hello Sindey,” A familiar oddly pitched raspy voice called to her. This made me roll my eyes, the boys again.

“Uh hi, who is this?” She asked, moving her legs and sitting upright.

“You tell me,” He says in a nonchalant tone.

“Well I have no idea?” Sid said, her voice starting to quake a little. I’m tempted to just take the phone from her and yell at the person on the other end.

“Scary night isn’t it? With the murders and all it’s like right out of a horror movie,” His words slither out, creepy and cold like ice.

Sidney’s expression lightened as she said, “Randy you gave yourself away, are you calling from work cause Tatum’s on her way over.”

Walking around her I go turn on the lamp when I hear, “Do you even like scary movies, Sidney?” That’s the worst question to ask Sid of all people.

“I like that thing you’re doing with your voice Randy, it’s sexy.” Sid says, her own voice going a little deeper.

Now this made me laugh a little, “Randy and the word sexy in the same sentence, now that’s weird,” I said just above a whisper.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He asked, this made me roll my eyes since he asked me the same question last night.

“Oh come on Randy, you know I don’t watch that shit.” She said, fidgeting around in her stance now.

I myself felt offended and shot her a look, this made her throw up her one free hand.

“Oh why not, too scared?” ‘Randy’ asked.

“No no, it’s just- what’s the point, they’re all the same,” She said as she threw her arm outward, “Just some stupid killer stalking some big breasted girl who can’t act. Whose running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door, it’s insulting.”

They’re not all like that, I think to myself

“Are you alone in the house?” ‘Randy’s’ question made me stand up straight and look over at Sid.

“Randy that’s so unoriginal, I’m disappointed in you,” She said looking over at me as she faced the window at the back of the couch.

“Maybe that’s because I’m not Randy.” He said, I could feel my heart beat pick up… this is getting a little too close for comfort.

Sid gets up from the couch placing her hand on her hip and asks, “So who are you?”

“The question isn’t who am I, the question is where am I?” The caller said, okay now this isn’t good.

Snatching the phone out of Sid’s hands I aggressively asked, “So where are you?”

“Your front porch,” The caller said as if he were still talking to the same person.

Staying in the same spot but keeping an eye on Sidney who was no doubt going to the porch I asked, “Why would you be calling from our front porch?”

“That’s the original part,” he says.

“Oh yeah? Nice fucking try.” I said as Sidney opened the door, “Calling your bluff.”

“So where are you?” I asked, feeling the wind from the cold night already telling me Sid was outside.

“Right here.” The caller said, startled, I spin around only to be met with empty space.

Walking to the porch myself I asked the caller, “Can you see Sidney right now?”

“Uh-huh,” he says in confirmation.

“What is she doing then? Hmm? Tell me,” I said. If it weren’t such a serious situation I would’ve gotten the camera at the sight of Sidney picking her nose.

“HELLOOO” My big sister called out.

“Nice try Randy, tell Tatum to hurry up. Bye now” I chimed to the other line with a giggle escaping my throat. Sid linked arms with me.

“If you hang up on me you’ll die, just like Sidney’s mother!” The caller shouts, loud enough for Sidney to hear right next to me.

We both freeze in our tracks equally scared and appalled by the words that just left his mouth.

“Do you want to die, (y/n) , her mother sure didn’t?” They asked me. Sid’s grip on my arm tightened.

“Fuck you, you creep!” I ragefully whispered into the phone. I rushed both Sidney and I into the house before locking the door. That wasn’t enough though since the supposed caller jumped out of our closet. Sid and I ducked but not before he landed a blow on her. Not on my sister you don’t! I hit him on the back of the head but this caused him to turn around and shove me back, making me hit my head and everything started getting dizzy. The killer was on top of Sidney before she kicked him off. As fast as she could she grabbed me as I was trying to open the door, not realising it was latched.

Running up the stairs with the killer on our tail Sid flung me into her room first before she did the same to herself and closed her door. The great thing about Sidney’s room is that her bedroom door and closet door were right next to each other so if the closet door was open the bedroom door couldn't. The killer did his best by swinging his arm trying to attack Sidney and I. Doing the smartest thing I could right now I picked up the phone and dialed 911 while Sid failed at shutting her window. To no avail though, the phone line was dead. Sid pushed me aside and went to her computer inputting the numbers 9-1-1. Then it stopped, the killer was gone.

A loud thud at Sidney’s window sill startled us before we realized who it was. “Billy!” Sid exclaimed, relieved to see her boyfriend. I just stood there with my guard still up..

“The door was locked, I heard screaming, You alright?” He asked Sid as he looked over at me.

“The killer’s here, he’s in the house.” She said as she hugged Billy tight, sobs just releasing from her mouth left and right.

“He’s gone, he’s gone.” Billy cooed into her ear as she hugged him. The expression on his face gave me goosebumps.

All was fine until Billy dropped something… a small black compact cell phone. Oh shit.

In a mad frenzy I rush towards Sidney tearing her away from Billy’s grasp and run out of the room with her hand in mine.

“Wait, Sid, no! Wait wait wait! (Y/n)!” We heard Billy shout as we reached the front door.

Sydney opens the front door in a hurried panic and we’re met with that same white ghostly mask again! We both shriek out in pure terror! And so does… Dewey. Nevermind the day is saved…

It felt so surreal to be sitting here on the tail of the ambulance with Sid while Billy is getting forced into the back of a cop car. They just got done checking me and Sid for any bruises or contusions. Billy wailed for Sidney much like the car sirens wailed to alert danger. Walking up to us the sheriff said, “Well, we’re seeing a lot of you today.” Then Dewey spoke up asking, “You girls going to be able to come down to the station and answer a few questions?”

“Oh shit, Sydney, (y/n)!” Tatum’s voice made me pop my head up. Happy to see a face we can comfortably trust.

“God I’m so sorry I showed up late,” Tatum continued, holding Sid’s hands and cupping my face.

“Tatum you can’t be here it’s an official crime scene.” Dewey said as he grabbed hold of his sister to escort her away.

“No!” I shouted, everyone looked in my direction before Sid said, “It’s okay.”

“Their parents are out of town, alright? They’re staying with us tonight.” Tatum said as she scoffed at her older brother.

“Does mom know?” Dewey asked, for what reason? I’m not sure.

“Yes dufus,” Tatum said, pretty sure she just wanted to get us out of there at this point.

I could see the Sheriff holding the costume the killer wore as Sid and I got into the back of the car. This has officially become the most terrifying night of my life. I grabbed onto Sidney’s arm for comfort as she petted my hair on the way to the station. As we were about to pull away from our house a news van came rolling in. Out hopped none other than the devil herself, Gale Weathers. We could hear her call out for Sid as we drove away.

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Lily of The Valley (Part 7)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:As Aris and you sit under the stars, you remember parts of your past.

We didn't find where the tracks end, but we did find something a lot better. An actual train.

“It’s kind of weird. Seeing them again,”He said, pointing at the night sky.

“It’s also weird that we chose the roof of the train instead of being inside it.”

“We don't get to see them from inside,”He defended.

“I didn't say it was bad. It's just that it's probably not the most conventional route.”

“Well, I can't kiss you under the stars from there, can I?”

“Because that's definitely what's happening right now,”I drew out.

“It could be, if you let me?”He asked in a way where he actually sounded serious. Leaning over, he got really close. Rolling my eyes at his antics, I looked at him as he made those stupid puppy dog eyes. Pushing his face away, I sat up before carefully putting my legs over the edge. Getting beside me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Doing the same, I leaned against him back as he rested his head on mine.

“Hey Y/N?”

“What's up?”

“What would you do if I actually kissed you?”He almost whispered.

“Why are you asking?”

“I’m just curious.”

Staying silent, I genuinely thought about it. I took a moment and imagined what I would do if my only friend, my best friend, leaned over and pressed his lips against mine. I thought about what the way they would be slightly chapped, just like mine. Then I realized how soft they looked. How the way his gentle touch would probably mean he was just as gentle of a kisser. As if I knew all about it.

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“You're going to actually hurt yourself one day,”I scolded, stopping him from running before he tripped. Trying his shoes as if we weren't both teenagers, I made it a tight knot, doing bunny ears before being satisfied.

“Now the other one-”

“Isn't as tight. I already know,”I sighed, undoing his other lace before redoing it to the same way I did his other.

“I was going to do it,”He insisted as I stood up.

“Well, if you did it, it wouldn't match.”

“How’d you even know that mattered to me?”He pointed out.

“I’m your best friend. I know everything that matters to you,”I grinned.

“Really? Like what?”

“For starters, the most important thing of all, me,”I announced, putting my hands in the air and quickly spinning around. Grabbing them, he spun me once more before almost stepping on my toes. Pulling away from him, I rolled my eyes the way I usually did.

“Hey. I need to become a good dancer,”He complained.

“For what?”

“For the most important thing to me. You,”He said, wearing a cheeky grin.

“I love being right.”

“I know you do. That's why I tell you when you are,”He admitted.

“That sounds like something you would do, but you know what sounds even better?”I asked.

“What?”

“Tag!”I said quickly, sprinting off before he could catch me. After a moment of shock he chased after me. Holding in a laugh, I turned a corner to find our way to the roof. Pushing the door open, I started to open the hatch when he went in before it could shut. Touching my shoulder, he tried to leave only for me to touch his head and shout no tag backs while getting out the door. Going after me, he pulled me into him, his fingertips tickling my sides. Slapping his hands away, I kicked out of his grip before landing on the floor.

“Are you okay?”He asked quickly, kneeling beside me.

“No. I’m dying,”I groaned, lying on the ground while putting my arm in the air.

“Oh no,”He played along, forcing tears. “I shall mourn you forever.”

“As you should.”

“That's not your line.”

“Then what is it?”

“A love confession to make this scene hurt more to our imaginary audience,”He sighed, clicking his tongue as he gestured for me to do so.

“How dare I forget,”I said, clearing my throat before starting. “Aris Jones, before it's too late, before I never see the light of day, I need you to know how much you have always meant to me. So I will now. While it didn't start at the beginning, I still felt a draw to you. I felt pulled in so I let myself go to you. And it was the only good times I’ve had in my life. Was with you. Whether it was on the roof, studying in our rooms, helping you when you're too close to the edge, chasing you like our lives our nothing but each other, holding in laughs when we glance at each other during serious discussions, or when you try to dance with me, the only time life has purpose is when it has you. So that night when I broke for the first time, when I wondered if I was even good enough to be a worker, when I wondered if I was doing the right thing, I ended up at your door. Because there will never be anywhere else to go. And you let me in. You let me cry on your shoulder and promised to always be there. And you have always kept that promise. And you held me too. You promised everything would be okay. And even though I didn't have answers, I believed you. But I was too tired to go, too drained to move. So I slept next to you. And when you laid under the covers with me, still holding me and swearing to never leave me alone, I knew that the reason my heart always went to you wasn't because of how close we were. It was because I wanted us to be even closer. I wanted us as lovers.”

Opening my eyes, I saw how close he was to me. So close that our noses almost touched as his lips were almost connected to mine. Looking up at his eyes, I realized that his gaze was softer than it had ever been, almost as if he was sure the world truly was nothing but us. With him completely fixated on me, his expression could almost be described as blank. His heart though, I could hear it beating too fast. Or maybe that was mine.

And I took in all of this for only a second before he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine, his hand on my jaw as he kissed me.

I could kiss back. I mean this wasn't something I hadn't thought of. That I hadn't dreamed of only to wake up too cold with my skin yearning for him to touch me.

But I knew what this could do to us. That our friendship could fall to nothing if I let this happen.

Pushing him off, I lost all words as I stared at him. With his expression dropping in a fraction of a second, he mumbled an apology as he removed his hands from me, leaving me with that itching sensation that could only be fixed by him.

“I don't think of you that way,”I convinced both of us.

“I’m sorry. I just got kind of carried away with the speech, and it just seemed really real. I’m sorry. I didn't think before I did that,”He apologized.

“It's fine. It’s not like it meant anything. We're just friends,”I smiled, sitting up.

“Yeah, yeah. We're just friends,”He uttered, his voice quiet.

“Exactly. So come on. Let's head to bed before you injure me again,”I suggested, standing up and holding out my hand. Accepting it, he didn't let go as we walked back to our rooms, pretending that hadn't happened.

And as I shut my door, I scrubbed my skin raw in the shower to get rid of that uncomfortable feeling without him. I showered until I was sure I had erased that type of touch from him. Then I stepped out and forced it out of my head so that way when I woke up everything could stay normal. Stay the way it has to.

And the tears from my eyes were just because my ankle hurt from when I fell. Not because I kept wondering if I had screwed up by not giving in and kissing him back. Not because I was sure that I had messed up by not touching him, not holding him, not allowing us to be more.

No. I didn't even think about that as I cried myself to sleep, sobbing into my pillow as my body, mind, and heart filled with regret.

Because that would have been really, really stupid.

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“Probably push you away and vomit,”I shrugged.

“Oh,”He said quietly, his arm falling from around me as he placed it in his lap. Doing the same, I still kept my head on his shoulder to make sure nothing changed. And he still let me because he knew just as well as I did how important not messing up every wonderful thing that we are is. I mean what was there to even mess up with a silly question?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

All Parts

Because his question meant nothing. So I’ll just go to sleep until we wake up as the same thing we were before that moment.

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Chuck is apparently God, though one day Sam and Dean left to check out the town that’s as attacked by Amara leaving you alone with Chuck 😏

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You had been at the bunker sitting in the war room eating a pb&j, that was until Sam, Dean, and Chuck? appeared in the same room. “crazy spell or manifestation.” Dean was talking when they appeared. The looked around being the bunker so suddenly.

“Whoa! How’d you guys get here?” Your question fell upon deaf ears as Kevin comes out from behind Chuck. “Kevin?” Sam questions. “Guys! You’re looking stressed. Especially you.” Sam and Dean looked very confused and Kevin hovers his hand over Chucks upper arm.

“I-It’s cool. Trust Chuck. Whatever it is he need you to do he thinks you can handle it.” Dean put whatever he had in his hand away into his pocket. Chuck gave the boys ‘see’ look. “I always trusted you.”

“Yeah that ended well.” Kevin gave a stretched smile. “How did you- Are you okay? Um…” Kevin looked down at himself. “Yeah, I mean, you know, given the circumstances.” The Chuck butted in.

“Yeah, I don’t mean to interrupt. Kind of a plateful here. And, Kevin” He turned to Kevin. “you’ve been in the veil long enough. It’s time you had an upgrade.” Chuck waved his hand over Kevin and he turned into a white light.

You choked on your sandwich at the scene drawing attention to you. Then all three of you turned back to watch the white light float up through the ceiling. “Holy crap.” Dean exclaimed.

“So, wow, um Chuck. Well, I guess we don’t call you that, huh?” Sam was nervous and held his hands together. “I prefer it.” Sam shrugged. “Okay, uh, ‘Chuck’ it is.” Sam took a big breathe in. Chuck looked at you still eating your sandwich and Dean sitting down in shock.

“I’m sorry. You’re gonna have to, uh, give Dean, me, and Y/n a moment to start to process. We didn’t even know you were around. I mean, we knew about Chuck, but we just didn’t know about… Chuck.” Sam gestured his hands to a large area.

“I mean, I-I-I was hoping you were around. I-I-I prayed I- but I don’t know if they got, uh, lost in the spam or if-” “Sam.” Dean cut him off. “Yeah?” He turned his head to his brother. “Babbling.” “Okay.” He turned back to Chuck who just had a knowing smile on his face. Chuck turned to Dean and You.

“I’m getting that bit everyone’s totally on board.” There was a silence before Dean spoke. “Here’s the thing, um… Chuck…” He raised his eyebrows. “and I mean no disrespect. Um… I’m guessing you came back to help with the Darkness and that’s great. That’s you know, it’s fantastic. Um, but you’ve been gone a-a long long time. And there’s so much crow that has gone down on the Earth for thousands of years. I mean, plagues, and wars, slaughters. And you were, I don’t know, writing books, going to fan conventions. We’re you even aware, o-or did you just tune it out?”

“I was aware Dean.” This time you stepped in. “But you did nothing.” Chuck quickly turned his head to you, when looking into his eyes something sparked in them. “And, again, I-I’m not trying to piss you off.” Dean continued. “You know, I don’t want it turn into a pillar of salt.”

“I actually- I didn’t do that.” Deans speechless for a moment before starting again. “Okay. People- people pray to you. People build churches for your. They fight wars in your name, and you did nothing.” His eyes start to get wetter.

“Your frustrated.” It was Chucks turn to talk. “I get it. Believe me, I was hands-on, real hands-on for, wow, ages. I was so sure if I kept stepping in, teaching, punishing, that these beautiful creatures that I created… would grow up. But it only stayed the same. And I saw that I needed to step away and let my baby find its way.” You could see the tear that dripped down Deans cheek.

“Being over involved is no longer parenting.” Chuck sighed. “It’s enabling.” Dena shook his head. “But it didn’t get better.” “Well, I’ve been mulling it over. And from where I sit, I think it has.” Another tear came from his other eye.

“Well,” Dean looked down. “from where I sit it feels like you left us and you’re trying to justify it.” He wiped his tears. “I know you had a complicated upbringing, Dean, but don’t confuse me with your dad.” Deans eyes shook before he looked at Chuck

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“You have to understand this about the Darkness – she's relentless,” He turned to Sam. “a force beyond human comprehension. It's the only reason I came off the sidelines.” He gestured with his hands.

“Must have been great being her brother, huh?” Sam tried to laugh.

“It was the worst. Always telling me what to do, making me do what she wanted. I mean, you guys know how that works.” He gestured to the three of you and Sam raised his eyebrows.

“So, where is she?” Chuck turned to Dean when he spoke.

Chuck: No freakin' idea, fellas.”There was a pause. “She's warded herself specifically against me. What have you come up with?”

“Zip,” Dean shook his head. “and we've been at it for months.”

“Well, matter of time.” He turned to look at you. “I've always had faith in you” He turned back to Dean. “even if you didn't return the favor. Where's the guest room?” He slammed his hands against the table. “I could use a shower.”

“Uh, it's, um, just down the hallway,” Sam pointed and Chuck looked and pointed the direction himself. “the fourth door on the left.” Chuck pushed off the chair and started walking. Patting Deans shoulder as he walked by.

“Hey, Chuck.” Dean turned around in his chair. “You know that she's got Lucifer, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“The way we heard it, um, last time when you bottled up the Darkness, it-it took more than just you. I mean, we heard that Lucifer was involved.”

“No.”

“No?” Chuck turned around.

“Lucifer was perhaps my greatest hope and my bitterest disappointment. Do you think if I could have trusted him for a moment, I would have put him in the Cage? And I wasn't gonna mention this, but thank you so much for springing him.” His voice started to get louder.

“That wasn't really the plan, um.” Sam tried to lighten the tension.

“Now, as bad as he was, after all this time in prison, he's probably worse. And by now, he could have formed an alliance with Amara. Not walking into that trap, guys. So, no.” He turned back around before turning just his head to look back. “Thus spake the Lord.” The he left.

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“Anything?” Dean and you walked into the war room.

“Nada.” Dean sat down a drink. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Yeah.”

“I wish Rowena was here. She could track down Amara.” You whined laying your head on your crossed arms.

“Yeah, but you can bet she and the Book are gonna stay stashed until this whole thing is over.” Dean placed his drink down and in a softer tone asked. “Where's Chuck?”

Sam shrugged. “Sleeping in, I guess.”

“Does God sleep?”

“I know he takes really long showers.”

“Right! And sings, too, like, crappy old folk songs. I had to tell him to cool it three times.”

“You told God to cool it?” Sam seemed to not believe him.

“Yeah, I sleep.”

“You know, I know this is a really strange situation and all, but it's also really amazing, you know? I mean, it's God.” Sam chuckled. “There's so many things I want to ask him, uh, like, uh, t-the planets, you know? Why are they round? Or ears. I always thought they were strange.”

“Okay, fanboy,” Dean held his hand up. “calm down. Let's stay focused. We got to find Lucifer before it's too late.”

“Too late?” You ask.

“Amara is, she's in my head.” Sam took a deep breath at Deans words. “Hey, I didn't ask for it, okay? She just showed up. But she's showing me visions of-of Lucifer. By Lucifer, I mean Cas, and he looks like crap, like she's really doing a number on him.” Sam shushed Dean before calling out to Chuck.

“Hey, Morning.” Chuck came in eating a powdered donut. Dean turned and saw Chuck wearing his robe.

“Is that my robe?” He asked looking Chuck up and down. Chuck put the donuts down and sat on the edge of the table.

“I'm telling you guys, it's a mistake to get mixed up with Lucifer. Much as it pained me, I had to walk away. Too much drama.” You got up and walked between Dean and Chuck to grab a donut. Looking at Chuck you noticed the powered sugar he had on the corner of his lip, you giggled and motioned to it. He wiped it before asking Dean. “Do you have any bacon?” Dean smiled wide and you laughed at that.

“You eat bacon?”

“Yeah.” Chuck shrugged.

“Hey, guys, this just came up. Looks like that fog, the, um, Amara fog, uh, hit another town.”

“And?”

“And this one wasn't as lucky as the last one. Thousands died. Uh, everybody died. But, uh, except for one man.”

“How'd you miss that one?” Dean asked annoyed

“She's baiting me. I can't respond every time. I won't be manipulated.” Chuck was still chewing.

“Yeah, but thousands of people are dead.” Dean got mad.

“Unfortunately.” Chuck got up. “So find her.” And he left.

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Dean and Sam had left about half an hour ago to check out the town leaving you with Chuck duty. You finished off the donuts Chuck had bought. He came in when you swallowed the last bite.

He walked over dressed in a t-shirt and some sweatpants. He looked in the box, he sighed with a slight frown. “Really?” He looked at you. You shrugged at him with a ‘what are you blaming me for’ look.

“You left them out and I was hungry.” He rolled his eyes before snapping and suddenly the box was full again.

“Cool!” You exclaimed before reaching for one. Chuck smacked your hand then he grabbed a glazed donut and held it with his mouth, using his hands to keep the box closed and away from you.

You grumbled following him, you grab onto his arm to turn him around. You took a big bite of the donut from his mouth smiling triumphantly, he stood there in shock. You turned to leave but you heard a thud from something dropping and a force pulling you back around.

Chuck had pulled you against him, your hands brace on his chest. You felt his breath on your face, his pupils were blown wide. You looked from his eyes down to his lips, he did the same before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your lips to his. You moan into his mouth at the contact, one of your hands slide up to his cheek pulling him in closer.

His empty hand started on your hip before it slid down to your ass and squeezed it. You let a surprised gasp opening your lips and he slid his tongue into your mouth. You counter his aggressive tongue with your own, his tongue battling your own for dominance.

He let go of the back of your neck and used his hands to grab your thighs. He pulled back from your lips for a second to whisper, "Jump." You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, he groaned loudly when your clothed vagina pushed against his growing erection. He walked to the war table before setting you down on the edge.

He pulled back from your mouth and attacked your neck sucking and kissing little bruises into your skin. You pull his hips in with your leg and arching into his body. Your hands roam under his shirt to his waist and up his chest. He pulled back so you could take the t-shirt off.

"Your turn." He smirked before pulling your tank top off to reveal your black bra. He cupped your breasts kissing the tops before reaching behind you to unclasp the bra. When they were freed the first thing, he did was latch his mouth on your left nipple cause you to moan his name loudly.

"Shit Chuck," You breath has hard and fast. "keep doing that." His right hand was giving your other nipple attention while his left hand drifted down your stomach and under your waistband. His fingers ghosted over your clit causing your mouth to drop open and your head to fall back against the table.

His index poked between your slit making you whine. "Please, Chuck please." You beg him. He pushed his finger in, curling it against your soft walls. "Oh God!" You moan out.

"That is true." He pulled away from your nipple chuckling. He added another finger, and you clenched around his fingers. "Shit baby, squeezing me so tight." His dick was getting painfully hard while looking at your radiant figure.

"Please wanna feel you." One of your hand's palms on his arm as the pleasure felt like too much. His right hand pulled both yours and his pants down, he pulled his boxers down with his pants.

His tip rubbed against your slit before he pushed his hips forwards, his dick filling you up immediately. You pull him into a fervent kiss, your tongues messily dancing against each others.

His hips snapped back and forth, his tip hitting your cervix. You clench tight around him and he lets out a strained groan.

“Fuck, baby with you squeezing me like this I’m not gonna last very long.” He smirked.

“Good,” You chuckle. “Cause I’m not gonna last very long like this.” Your head falls back on the table. He takes this time to kiss along your neck adding even more marks to your skin.

His teeth against your skin burns a fiery feeling in your stomach. He pulls back to admire you, skin sheer with sweat, face contorted in pleasure.

You take him by surprise by flipping him in his back, your legs straddling his thighs. His hands went immediately to the back of your thighs keeping you from falling back.

You used your leverage to move yourself up and down his cock. Your lips making your own marks on his skin. Purple marks scattering his neck and check with a few love bite mixed in.

“I’m gonna cum.” You groan into his neck.

“Me too.” His head fell back. One of his hands moved from its spot in the back of your thigh to your clit, rubbing figure eights over it. You bite your lips stifling a cry at the sudden sensation.

You clenched hard on him as your high hit you. From the pressure of your pussy he cummed spilling deep inside you. Your orgasm was intense, black spots spotting the edge of your vision.

When your breathing returned to normal you felt Chucks hands holding you close to him. Kissing your cheek gently. You pulled back chuckling.

“Who knew you could be so sweet.” You reached for his shirt that was discarded to the side, pulling it on.

“You look amazing.” He told you, eyes full of truth. You smacked his arms giggling.

“You charmer.” You pull yourself off of his with a soft whimper. Grabbing your sweats from the floor, pulling them on. You grab his too and tossed it to him. He got off the table and pulled up his boxers before pulling his sweats on too.

“Not trying to charm you, glad you think so though.” He hugged you from behind his chin on your shoulder. His hand drifted under his shirt, that you were swamped in, resting them on your stomach.

He was kissing your neck when the door to the bunker opened. The loud thumps of footsteps echoed and you pushed Chuck off you stepping to the side flustered.

When Dean came in he was gonna say something until he saw the two of you, Chuck shirtless and you wearing Chucks shirt.

“Eww, y’all had sex when we were gone?” Dean whined. “This better not get in between anything I’m fine with it.” Deans hands were raised in a surrendering position.

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intubatedangel · 1 year ago

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Pageant Fever : Chapter 3

Story Index

Pageant Fever: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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Lucy grabbed the foil packet from the rear pouch on the monitor, unravelling the cable before ripping the packet open to access the pads. She looked down at Zara's chest, noticing just how much sweat covered it, to the point it was forming small beads that rolled off down her side or into the valley between her breasts. Before attaching the pads, she grabbed another bag and pulled out a small towel, using to try and dry off Zara's flesh so the aed pads would get a good connection.

As she did that, Janice had rotated around to Zara's head. She did a quick visual exam to look for a head injury but found nothing noteworthy. Janice tilted the young woman’s head back and thrust her jaw forward to open her airway. Lucy saw Janice frown out the corner of her eye, then the retired medic reached for the airway bag and pulled out a manual suction device. She worked the tube on the end of it into Zara's mouth, pushing it in deep, then pulled on the handle in the centre, expanding the bellows style bulb in the centre, sucking out the foamed spittle that had collected in Zara's airway during the seizure.

Lucy peeled the plastic backing off each of the large square Quick-Combo pads, placing one just above Zara's bra, towards her right shoulder, while the other went on her left flank, between the bottom of her rib cage and her left breast. Lucy pressed them both hard, smoothing out the pads and ensuring the adhesive had a good grip. She then turned to the monitor, twisting the dial around to point at the 100J mark and pressing the button to begin the charging sequence.

Meanwhile, Janice put the suction device to the side and selected a geudel airway, inserting it backwards then rotating it into position so that the green ringed tip rested against Zara's lips. "She's barely making any respiratory effort. I'm going to start bagging her." Janice told Lucy as she ripped the sterile packaging of a purple ambu bag open and readied it, attaching the mask and plugging a line from the small oxygen canister into the back of the bulb..

Lucy watched as Janice sealed the mask over Zara's mouth and nose, squeezing the bag and pumping oxygen into Zara's lungs, inflating her sweat slick chest. Beside her the monitor let out a double beep. "Ready for synchronised shock at 100 joules, bag away." Lucy said, noticing there was still a lot of people around them. "Everyone stay clear!" She said assertively, quickly checking she had her finger on the shock button before making sure nobody was too close to the limp form on the floor. "Shocking!"

* * *

Anna stood quietly next to Tilly as Carl spoke briefly on the phone. He finished, hanging the phone back on the wall and was halfway turned when Tilly spoke up.

"What have we got?" She asked, excited and clearly jumping at the chance for something juicy.

Carl took a moment to share a knowing smirk with Anna. It was almost exactly how she used to react to the red phone when she had started here. Hell, she had felt the question bubbling up to her own lips, even though she wasn't working. Tilly looked between them for a second, slightly confused by the interplay between them, but snapped her attention back to Carl when he started to speak.

"Just an early heads up. Young woman having a seizure at the convention centre. It's only a mile down river so they'll bring her in shortly. Ambulance isn't there yet, but the centre has volunteer paramedics, so they don't expect much of a delay. ETA is anywhere from 15-20 minutes."

"Oh, cool. Is there anything I can do?" Tilly asked, practically vibrating as if ready to take off at a moment’s notice.

Carl glanced at Anna and chuckled. "I need to give Neuro a heads up, and radiology too in case an MRI is needed. Details are pretty thin though, so we'd better play it safe. Go and get Resus 3 setup and ready just in case." He looked around the nurses station, but evidently couldn't see what he was looking for. "Apparently Trish is busy, do you want to go and observe her?" He asked Anna.

Tilly turned to her expectantly, looking hopeful and somehow even more excited. "If it won't cause any problems. I'm not sure where things would stand legally."

"So long as you aren't treating patients I don't think there'll be an issue, and I'll send Trish along when I see her for the official sign off." Carl replied.

"In that case, I'd love too." Anna said with a smile towards Tilly. She reached out to give Carl's hand a quick squeeze then followed the bubbly young nurse through the black marked doors to the Resus Suite.

It was amazing to see just how much Tilly had grown in the last two years. Not physically. She was about 5 foot high, with an almost quintessential cheerleader build and such a youthful face that if you only looked at that you'd place her closer to 17 than her actual 21. It was the confidence that had been the biggest change. Back during Anna's ICU stay, Tilly had been meek, quiet and nervous to the point of being positively twitchy. As they'd talked over a couple of weeks, the younger nurse had started to open up and more importantly begun to believe in herself.

Now, like Carl had said, the young nurse gave of a sense of having been born for the role. And her personality, her energy, shone through, even in the way she moved. To boot, it was infectious. Just following Tilly, Anna felt a little more pep in her own step and every single person Tilly passed seemed to get just a little brighter simply by her very presence.

Anna had wanted to come back to work. Simply being around Tilly made her excited for it.

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Zara's whole body gave a single sharp twitch as the burst of electrical charge zapped across her chest in an instant. One of her thin strapped shoes was kicked off by the motion and her head limply rolled to one side. Lucy frowned as she watched the monitor that continued its urgent alarming.

"No response. Bag her, I'll charge again at 150." She ordered, setting the defibrillator to charge up. As it did so, she returned to the drug bag, taking out an IV kit. With the practiced efficiency of years of experience she cracked it open, swabbed the back of Zara's wrist with a sterilising wipe and was lining up the needle with the vein by the time the monitor let out it's notifying bleeps. She ignored it, pushing the needle into the vein with a smooth motion, then deftly peeled off the backing of the adhesive wings. "Going with a round of adenosine." She said, hurrying to draw the drug.

Deep in focus, she didn't notice the approaching commotion until it broke through the ring of onlookers. "...tell me what is going on? Why isn't anyone on the st..." The voice cut off with a strangled shriek. Lucy glanced up to see a woman with a shocked expression on her face. Although her frame was substantially different to Zara's, squat and heavy set compared to Zara's lithe, graceful appearance, judging by the features she could see, and the reaction, it was clearly Zara's mother. She still didn't expect the next words out of the dumpy woman's mouth. "Do you have any idea how much that dress cost!" She shouted.

A wave of revulsion swept across the onlookers like a physical force as they realised what she had just said. Lucy felt it too, though she'd been in the job long enough to know that sometimes, though rare, the shock of seeing a loved one in a medical emergency can make people blurt out things without even thinking. She hoped this was one of those instances. Luckily Janice intercepted Zara's mother's attention.

"Ma'am, your daughter is very ill right now, please stay back." She said, shuffling back on her knees as Lucy finished inserting the drug and returned to the monitor.

"Adenosine in, ready to shock at 150, everyone stay back." She repeated, doing another check down the length of Zara's body. "Shocking!" She announced as her finger pushed the button. Zara gave another jerk as her heart was struck by the jolt, her arms and legs flicking out slightly before falling still. The monitor continued its alarming for a few more seconds, then settled into a rapid bleeping. "Back in sinus tach. How's her breathing?"

"Still diminished, but she's making a bit more effort." Janice reported.

"Keep bagging her for now." Lucy said, blowing out a breath and taking a moment to reset herself.

Now that the current emergency was resolved, there was still the underlying issues to take care of. Lucy pulled over a bag and took out a unit of saline, spiking it with the line that she then plugged into the IV catheter. After that she rooted through a different piece of kit for an ear thermometer, passing it to Janice as she stood up.

"Katie." Lucy said to the girl who was still hovering around. "Just hold this up about here for me ok." She told her, waiting for Katie to take the bag and nod in understanding. Now to deal with the mother. Her comment about the dress had cleared some space around the woman, which was probably for the best when discussing potential medical information. "Ma'am? What's your name?"

"Jaya." The woman said, staring down at her daughter.

"Right Jaya. Has Zara ever had a seizure before?" Lucy asked her gently.

The woman finally pulled her gaze away from the limp young woman. She shook her head slowly. "No...No never."

"Okay." Lucy nodded, making the motion big to keep Jaya's attention on her. "Has she been ill recently? Headache? Nausea? Fever?"

"She hasn't mentioned anything. She was fine when I left her in the dressing room."

"Is she on any medication at all?"

A slight hesitation then another shake of the head. "Nothing."

"Right." Lucy braced herself before the next question, knowing it could lead to some sort of explosive reaction. "Has she ever used any drugs? Cocaine? Ecstasy?"

A frown cut across Jaya's face, and she seemed to tense up, gripping her handbag tightly, but her voice at least remained at an indoor level. "No she would never even dare!"

Lucy held up a placating hand. She waited a moment until Jaya subsided. "Has she been out in the last couple days? She might not have taken anything intentionally."

"No. She doesn't go out. Not to bars and not to parties! Why are you asking all these questions?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to rule things out." Lucy told her, using her best sympathetic voice, despite Jaya's increasingly combative attitude.

Janice took that moment to interject. "She's at 39.5 C."

Lucy glanced around in shock. If Zara truly hadn't shown any signs of being ill just an hour ago, then whatever caused this fever was incredibly aggressive. A temperature that high is on the cusp of being a life threatening emergency in itself.

Which is why Lucy was very relieved when she heard a booming voice commanding the ring of onlookers to move back. She didn't need to even look around to know that it was her regular partner on the ambulance, Dave. More help was here.

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Anna leaned against a counter just inside the doors of Resus 3, watching Tilly as she pulled open the drawers of the crash cart, checking everything on the list fixed inside the drawer was there. As she did, her head bobbed, as if she was listening to some music. She worked up from bottom to top, and after finishing that drawer, she closed with a bump of her hip.

"Everything's there." She said to Anna with a smile.

"You're sure, you've got everything?" Anna asked her.

Tilly cocked her head, looking around the room, her gaze falling on each cupboard, cabinet and piece of equipment. She turned back to Anna. "I'm pretty sure..." She said.

Anna nodded. "You did. But it's always best to double check yourself. Mistakes in here can literally be life or death."

"I know." Tilly said, stepping over to the counter and leaning against it next to Anna, looking towards the trauma bed with a thoughtful expression.

"Carl say's you're doing well." Anna told her. "And you seem to be enjoying yourself. I mean, I've never seen anyone practically dancing as they checked supplies."

Tilly glanced at her, a slight blush warming her cheeks. "It helps me focus. Like you said, there's a lot riding on us doing things right."

"That's one way to do it. Can you still focus when things get intense?" Anna asked, curious. Dancing around the resus room would be basically the opposite of professionalism.

"I have no problem there. When things are going crazy, I'm in the zone. It's why I love working down here. When it's quiet though..." Tilly shrugged. Anna got the sense that she'd explained things this way many times, and after a moment it finally twigged.

"You have ADHD." Anna made it a statement, rather than a question. Tilly nodded, while seeming to shrink in on herself slightly. "Do your supervisors know?" Anna asked.

"It's in my file. I don't know if they read it, I don't exactly broadcast it though. People sometimes get the wrong idea and don't trust me with anything important, which just makes things worse."

"Hmm." Anna, murmured as she thought for a moment. Tilly was looking at the floor, clenching her arms tighter. Anna turned and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Well. If you come back here after you graduate, I promise to always throw you at the biggest fire."

Tilly snapped her head up. "Really?" Anna smiled and nodded, prompting Tilly to grin, that bubbling energy returning in an instant.

Carl took that moment to come into Resus 3. He looked grave. "Paramedics are on site, but they're rushing the patient in. She's got a fever of 40.2 and climbing, and has already had a run of SVT." He looked to Tilly. "We're going to need as many cold packs as you can carry. Then get into high grade PPE, we may be dealing with an aggressive infection" He told her.

Tilly glanced at Anna, the corner of her mouth curling in a quick smile before she darted around Carl, heading for the store room.

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The gurney rattled gently, it's wheels squeaking on the polished floor of the central corridor of the convention centre as the paramedics rushed it towards the entrance where the ambulance was parked. Lucy pushed with her elbows, her hands occupied with holding the ambubag to Zara's face, pumping the bulb every few seconds.

As soon as Dave and Steve had arrived to find their patient no longer simply seizing, but apparently gripped by a rapidly escalating fever of unknown source, they made the call to scoop and run. She needed cooling as soon as possible, and the few cool packs the ambulance carried had been left inside it. With Zara in such a precarious state but as stable as she was likely to get without intense intervention, the decision had been simple. They'd hurried to swap monitors, then load her onto a board then the gurney, throwing a thin sheet over her bared chest to preserve some modesty, and had placed the ambulances monitor between her legs.

Lucy kept an eye of the display, watching Zara's rapid heart rate flicker across the screen. Dave and Steve drove the gurney, guiding it through the gap being formed ahead of them by the centre's security. Janice trailed behind them, shepherding Jaya while carrying a bag in her hand in addition to the one strapped to her back.

The team of paramedics finally broke out into the sunshine outside, rolling the gurney down the access ramp and up to the ambulance, spinning it around so that Zara's head would go in first. Once the doors were open Lucy dropped the ambu bag onto the bed, climbing into the ambulance and helping to get the gurney inside. She resumed bagging as the others got themselves sorted, Dave joining her in the back while Steve went up front to drive. Janice showed Jaya to the front passenger seat, then popped her head in through the side door.

"Here's your drug kit Luce, I'll take the rest of our gear back." She said to Lucy, who nodded in thanks. Janice looked at Zara, still limp and sweating on the gurney, a grim expression on her face. "Let me know how it goes." She said, before pushing the door closed.

"Get them cool packs out." Lucy told Dave. Now that the ambulance doors were closed, she cast the sheet off of Zara, baring her chest once more.

Dave quickly pulled out all three chemical cool packs, cracking them to activate the reaction. They were bigger than those you could buy at a pharmacy, large enough that they covered the span between Zara's arm pits, fully covering her breasts. The second went over the beauty queens abdomen, while Dave did his best to shape the third around Zara's head and neck. With that done, Dave looked around to the front of the ambulance. "Get us going Steve, we don't have time to waste!"

The ambulance rumbled and started to move. Even though the journey would be short, there was still plenty for the two medics in the back to do. Dave was taking a pair of shear to the rest of Zara's dress, cutting from the side of the waist down to the top of the side slit. Without that small bit of fabric he could fully spread the dress to be clear of Zara's body. He also removed the slim set of underwear, leaving Zara totally naked on the gurney. Her whole body was slick with a layer of clammy sweat.

At her head Lucy was doing her best to keep breathing for Zara, while also trying to get a temperature sensor attached. It was tough, the sweat repelling the adhesive, but with a clean and quick movements she was eventually able to get the sensor to stick. It probably wouldn't hold for long, but it wouldn't need to. Once they got Zara into the emergency department they'd probably insert a probe into a central port. As it stood, the monitor began to show a reading, the number joining that of her heart rate and flashing an angry red.

"Surface temp is already 40.7C. She's burning up." Lucy said with a shake of her head, looking down at Zara. Her eyes had cracked open slightly, but there was no alertness behind them.

"Going with another bag of saline and some antipyretics." Dave said, shuffling about and manipulating the iv line.

They were halfway to the hospital when Zara twitched slightly, her arms and legs contracting for a brief moment. Lucy looked between the monitor and the body on the gurney. The monitor was still alarming at the extremely rapid heart rate, and Zara gave another small twitch.

"Muscle tremors." Dave said in a low voice. "This isn't looking good."

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eis4ngel · 2 years ago

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Chapter 3 : Meeting someone special to him.

PS: Eventually she’s special to you too, of course don’t worry ayaka’s main characteristic isn’t just that her brother is your crush, of course. You’ll see as chapters progress! This is just how Y/N grows.

Maybe listen to a song while you’re at it:

You found yourself absolutely cringing so hard at him saying it

“Y/n.. right? You have something in your teeth.”

Well of course you did >:( you were eating after all. Still it was embarrassing as hell none the less

He just chuckled after saying that and told me “Hey don’t worry y/n! It’s normal” after seeing my face basically turn red for all the wrong reasons.

“Venti may I get a ticket to your concert? I shall pay you right now I just want to be there the second it starts.”

Venti being the best, he is literally fanboying over him as well. No venti hasn’t read his books until like 2 minutes ago after I showed him my signed copy where, he read the title.

“Why of course! Backstage passes?” He said with a smile so hard his eyes turn into swiggles.

I’m there, in shock basically that he would just do that, none the less Ayato did accept, and waved goodbye to all of us and left.

Ei and yoimiya poked fun at me out of love, while Beidou stuffed her face and venti spaced out. “All, I think I must need new reading glasses” said Ei as she tried to read my book but failed miserably, “Is this word ‘for’ or ‘yor’ or ‘tor’?”

“Ei let’s go get you some glasses, there’s a place where you can get an eye test right here in the convention.” This was so random but you remembered it existed so of course you’re gonna go. We head to the place while Beidou still slips in random food down her throat. We reach the place and very shockingly we have a huge line full of people who’s eyes are probably broken from playing too many games and proceeding to read afterward. While Ei finishes up and yes she does get a prescription, a long one. Ei decides she’ll get new glasses soon with these and as she was walking out she sees this lovely pastel blue almost white haired lady, maybe even periwinkle with lovely eyes and a bright smile

“Kamisato Ayaka” was what was on her ID, and you reconised it immediately. Sure you were confused on why she’s even near the area of the convention where there’s little to no books. Unsure of if you should even approach you head to her and go “Chief editor Miss Dr Kamisato Ayaka??

Surprised Ayaka turned around to see lovely people, mostly just confused on who they were and to see one person looking up at her with puppy dog eyes. Yes that person was Y/N, you.

“Gahhh I’m sorry I don’t mean to startle you!” I said in a facial expression that can only be described as “whoopsie!”

The lady just smiled absolutely flustered as her cheeks turn pink, I smile back and ask her if I and my friends can accompany her as I’m a huge fan anyway.

“Guys this is Kamisato Ayaka, a mental health specialist, well.. psychologist who is the chief editor, sister and best friend of Kamisato Ayato”

“Presume you know me well, I do not know you!”

“Y/N!!”

“I’m yoimiya :D your amount of hard work into being a psychologist and an editor is amazing to me!!”

Venti Beidou and Ei all nod and agree while introducing themselves as well with a huge grin on their faces”

Beidou notices Ayaka being so pink from behind and says “damn she’s swinging both ways for the siblings? What a simp, I love it”

“No shut up Bei babe I’m not simpingggggg!! Especially not for Ayatooooo” “ I said quite loudly which I only start to regret, later. By that I mean now. “

“Ah! You all are off to see Mr Ayato as well? I came here only to surprise him! Must you know him well? Shall you join? Would you like to?”

Pausing for a moment looking at your watch, you decide “damn heck it” while turning back at your friends in a look of consideration. Your friends agree since they only came for your happiness anyway since let’s be honest they don’t care what so ever for whatever author wrote their favourite book unless it’s a comic or an online comic or manga. Plus they were having fun meeting new people and exploring new books to read, for example Yoimiya got this lovely new book that was bright and colourful. It was a book about fairies and definitely looked like a children’s book but those books are so in depth with fantasy you can’t blame her to anyone for liking them.

Agreeing with Ayaka, you all walk to go see h i m.

You all make small talk and just have simple, honest and enjoyable moments with her as you walk across the entire convention just to annoy him backstage.

You all reach backstage and realise it’s literally like any movie ever made. Food everywhere a chocolate fountain expect it’s very very broken and a hot man just chilling on a couch, he turns his gaze towards you all and spots his sister and smiles his hardest, getting up in shock that she came and with the corner of his eye did he spot you, of course. Your eyes met, connected even. His strong blue eyes gazing upon yours and says “y/n?” “Venti! Oh my! Hello!” Ah yes off he does again fanboying. Venti waves back and gets a call, he like a homeboy and also while trying to set us up says a simple thing. “Ehe this callll is kinda important! Ei Beidou Yoimiya come with!”

Oh my god, as if that couldn’t have been any less discreet.

“Y/n I’ve bumped into you so many times today, glad we meet again” he smiles,

Ayaka’s POV:

Y/n.. hmm she clearly likes my brother and definitely knows him prior to this meet, is it strange that I sensed this even before though? Is it weird I met a group of strangers and a celebrity.. Atleast I think he was a celebrity I do not know but he is familiar. (Venti) I just trusted them so easily today, their entire vibe and personality just made me like them so much in the matter of 20 minutes. Y/N, does she like Ayato as a crush or as a matter as a reader who is a fan of a writer.

Looking at them again she sees them conversing while Y/N puts on this confidence that she didn’t have with anyone else up til now per say

Tuning back into the world you finally hear “Oh yes!! Ayaka got me here”

Right, I did do such.

Y/N’s POV:

Why are his eyes so gorgeous why why why why? Yes okay I must talk to him more, I want to so bad.

I got out my phone and boldly asked, “can I have your number?” Instead of opening speed dial, you may have accidentally just opened a dumb meme that Ayato bursts out with laughter at

“That is so funny, what! Really reminds me to go out more! Do you have more? I want more”

Lmao is he serious? This is so dumb but showing Ayaka the memes too of course, me and Ayato decide to sit down while laughing at dumb memes.

Eventually my best friends do come back and we all just decide to sit around while we sit for Ayato’s show to begin in half an hour. It’s so strange how just this morning I was dying that I even got to see him and now I’m laughing at the worst memes ever created with him, and his sister. I don’t even know if I’m dreaming

Picture credits : @k_dreams_k on Pinterest

#Ayato #Ayaka #Ayato x reader #convention #books #yoimiya #Genshin #genshin x reader #beidou #ei #venti #au #smau #ayato x fem!reader #genshin au #writer #event au #Spotify

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alloftimeandspacetosee · 1 year ago

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Recruiting Kite

And here are the people who induced Jay's Gender Panic, only I can't remember if this is before or after she meets them actually. Possibly before. Timeline's kinda. not something I have looked at recently.

Anyway! writing! very blatantly based on... The Other Side from The Greatest Showman bc I couldn't not, y'know?

Onni watches as the Skull grunt slinks into the bar, their shock of bright yellow hair hardly hidden under their cap.

“That one. Really?” Brass, standing beside Onni, sighs. “Tapu knock some sense into you! You do realise she’s legend-touched, right?

“You think they look female?” Onni tilts their head. “Huh.”

“What - oh, would you focus! That isn’t the issue here.” Brass rolls his eyes. “They aren’t all worth saving, Onni.”

“This one is,” Onni replies. “Just - trust me, alright?” They turn to study Brass. “Please.”

Brass meets Onni’s eyes and sighs. “Fine. I do, I do, I just...” He rubs at his forehead with his hand. “Just - don’t expect us to pay your ransom, alright?”

Onni laughs and reaches to kiss Brass’ cheek. “I'm too lucky for that.” They brush down their skirt.

“Course you are.” Brass squints into the shadow behind Onni’s head, as if he can see something there. “And you’re just going to walk in there.”

“Bold as.” Onni grins. “I’ll be back with a sweet new act before you know it.”

“We don’t need one, Onni! Literally no room for another act!” Brass calls after them.

“You’re going to love it!” Onni waves back at him, and enters the bar.

The bar is muted and dusky and mostly empty.

Onni lets the door go behind them and searches out the Skull grunt they saw walk in here.

They’re at the bar, sitting on one of the stools and hunched over a tall glass.

Onni slides into the seat next to them and double-taps the bar.

Gloriana squints at Onni and rolls her eyes but says nothing as she makes up a milkshake.

The Skull grunt flicks a glance at Onni and then away again.

They really are quite pretty, under the grime; electric yellow hair just long enough to peek out from under the floppy cap, dusky smooth skin – darker than Onni, even – and long eyelashes over deep brown eyes. The standard issue Skull uniform isn’t doing them any favours, but even so.

“Dude, quit staring.”

“Just wondering what you’re doing down here, that’s all.”

“Planning the next ruckus, obviously.” Their lips twisted around the words, bitter, as if parroting someone else.

Onni laughs.

One of the regulars behind them grunts, and Onni swivels on their chair to tilt their head at him, raising an eyebrow. “D’you cause many ruckuses?”

The regular – Martin, Onni thinks – casts him a disparaging look but turns back to the cards in his hand.

“Here.” Gloriana puts Onni’s milkshake down on the bar, sliding a coaster underneath.

“Team Skull, dude. Everyone knows it.” They tug at their top.

Onni spins back to face the bar. “Ah, so it’s not that you plan ruckus, just that it happens. Because reputation.”

“Why d’you care?”

Onni takes a long drink through the straw.

The Skull grunt watches Onni and then shakes their head, slipping down from their seat.

“Because I reckon there’s something more for you,” Onni calls, as their hand touches the door handle. “More than those walls and distrust y’all have built around yourselves.”

“Yeah?” The grunt hesitates.

“I can get you free of it,” Onni says, one elbow on the bar as they turn their seat to face the door. “For something a bit more colourful. And sure, it’s still ruckus, but it’s ruckus people’ll pay you for.”

“We get money out of them either way.” But they haven’t opened the door.

“So you don’t wanna play a different part?” Onni starts to grin.

“What sort of part are we talking?” They turn around.

Onni slides to their feet. “Something a li’l bit crazy.”

“I know crazy.”

“It’s not conventional.”

“Not like I’m king of that here, am I?” The grunt grins.

“How do you feel about flying?”

The grin slides from the grunt’s face. “I enjoy what I do and I’m not trapped. Not anymore.”

“Never - never said you were.” Onni hurries to get between the grunt and the door. “Just - hear me out, ok?”

The grunt backs off before Onni can touch them.

“Circus work. Trapeze and swinging and massive crowds watching everything you do and loving every minute of it.”

The grunt laughs. “We don’t pick up peanut shells.” But they move back towards the bar, towards their abandoned drinks. “I’m good with what I do. We’re free, and I don’t need to see anything else.”

Onni hesitates. “Ok, sure.” They follow the grunt back to the bar and lean their elbow on it.

“Go on, do like you do.” The grunt flaps a hand at Onni. “I’ll keep doing me. I’m doing fine.”

“Sure look it.” Onni studies them as they take a long drink. “Drowning your sorrows, is it?”

“I’ve already been disowned once, I’m not going there again.”

Onni clicks their mouth shut and looks down at their drink. “Sorry.”

They grunt and shrug.

“But.” Onni slides back into the seat. “You’re aching for something, and I think I – we – can help. I get that Team Skull is your family, but you don’t seem very... happy.”

They snort again. “You’re dancing around everything anyway. Circus, great. What’s the pay like?”

“Better than Team Skull, I assume.”

“You know nothing.”

“It’s...” Onni wrinkles his nose. “You really think it’s gonna cost you to leave?”

“Sure.”

“You’ll get same as the rest of us.”

“Somewhere to stay.”

“It’s caravans and tents, and sometimes a hotel.”

“Food?”

“Standard fare. Wanna get fancy, gotta buy it yourself. And you don’t have to hide. This thing you’re scared of-”

“I’m not scared of anything,” the grunt hisses, turning to snarl into Onni’s face. “Got that?”

“People wouldn’t be ashamed of you, either,” Onni replies, not backing down. “They’d be cheering you. You’d be one of us, praised and loved for your talents, bringing joy, not just... what, picking locks and stealing stuff?” Onni’s eyes drop to the edge of the grunt’s sleeve, under which the imprint of yellow feathers can be seen around their elbow. “Playing about with electronics?”

The grunt tugs their sleeve down lower. “How can you promise that?”

“Seen it happen. Trust me.” Onni extends a hand.

“I don’t know that I do.”

“Listen, just... I think Team Skull isn’t really for you, and... and you could spark a lot of joy with us.”

The grunt pulls back. “How - do you know?”

“I know things.” Onni shrugs. “Or it was a lucky guess, take your pick.”

Something giggles around the corner of the bar, almost out of earshot.

“I don’t have full control of it,” the grunt says.

“You don’t have to straight away. Got to learn all the ropes first.”

“I can cause black outs.”

“You’ll light up the night sky.” Onni still has a hand extended. “I promise.”

“That’s a pretty big promise.” The grunt wavers their hand, almost as if they were going to take Onni’s.

“I reckon you can deliver.” Onni grins. “C’mon. Arm’s getting tired over here.”

The grunt shrugs and laughs and takes Onni’s hand. “Fine. Fine! I’ll join your circus, I guess.”

“Excellent.” Onni shakes their hand. “I’m Onni. I lost my gender subscription, but if you gotta use pronouns, they/them works.”

The grunt blinks at them.

“That alright by you?” Onni applies just a little bit extra pressure to their handshake.

“Oh - no, yeah that’s fine. I’m... Kite. I use ve/vis.” Ve taps vis hand against the bar. “Genderfluid.”

Onni grins. “Delightful. Kite, you’re doing great things already.” They release vis hand.

“I... I am?”

“Sure! Just helped me win a bet with Brass.”

Kite snorts, shaking vis head. “Right.” Ve drains off the rest of vis drink. “You just gotta do one thing for me first.”

“Oh?”

Kite grins. “Come with me to tell Guzma I’m leaving.”

Onni hesitates.

“Or I could... not join your circus, as you so obviously want me to.”

“You’ve already agreed! Applying terms afterwards is just rude.”

“Well, you know us Team Skull types.” Kite laughs. “No manners. Take what you can.” Ve gets to his feet. “But if you’d rather not...”

“Right now?”

“No time like the present. Or – looking at it another way – I should be heading back. Done what I need to.”

“Wallow over a milkshake?” Onni raises their eyebrows.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Kite raises a hand, heading towards the door. “See you!”

Onni flickers a glance between the door and Kite’s back and their milkshake. They groan and drain the drink and hurry after Kite. “You’re going to be trouble I can tell.”

“Yes.” Kite grins, holding the door open. “Yes I am.”

#pokemon #oc #alola #ula'ula island #2nd gen #onni #kite #writing

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themermaidsdragon · 1 year ago

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Love to Hate You

Warnings: Mildly Dubious Consent, Underage Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Blindfolds, Marking, sex in a broom closet, Slytherins Being Slytherins, Master/Pet, Femdom, Face-Sitting

Chapter 5: Bitter Chocolates and Soft Linens

Summary:

After multiple failed attempts at apologizing, will a candy adventure that leads to the laundry room, finally lead Laurel down the path to forgiveness?

Notes:

In this chapter of Adelia and Laurel, can Adelia really trust him again or will he lose control more often than he thinks? Thanks for reading :)

It was Christmas and Adelia was handing out all of her gifts to her friends. Adelia thought for a couple of weeks if she should give one to Laurel, but after their last interaction, and her not liking him anyways, she decided against it. Though today she was feeling guilty about it. Fuck should I have gotten him something. No fuck him! Just because he is in our friend group, doesn’t mean that I have to! So, screw it! Especially after what he had done to me! Also, I hate him! Ughhhh, so stop thinking about him!

As Adelia circled around her mind with her thoughts, she was quickly trying to go back to her common room, since she finished giving out her gifts, and she didn’t want to even see him. As she made her way down the numerous hallways and down the stairs to her common room, just before she got there, she heard a voice behind her.

“Adelia….”

As she turned around Laurel was standing in behind her.

“What do you want?” Adelia said, annoyed. “I just wanted to give you this.” Laurel said, handing her an envelope. “Ooooo a present from you!” “Yes.” Laurel says with a shocked expression on his face from her reaction.

Adelia walks over to a window and while making eye contact with him drops it out the window. Laurel quickly takes out his wand and catches it before it blows away outside.

“Why would you do that?!” Laurel says, levitating it back into his hand. “...Oops, I made a mistake just like you did. Looks like we all fuck up.” Adelia says, looking at him, and then storming off.

Laurel grabs her wrist and turns her around. “Darling, please let me…..” Adelia was inches away from his face when he turned her. Butterflies filled her stomach remembering what would be happening next. Adelia snapped out of it though, and shoved him back. “No, you don’t get to do that.” Adelia says, holding back her tears, so he doesn’t know. “..Adelia I’m s-” Laurel starts to say as he notices how upset she is. “No, Fuck you. Just don’t.. Leave me alone like you have been, and let me move on, since I don’t trust you or like you anyways.” Adelia says turning her head away from him. “....Okay, I will. Can you just please open this, and then I will go away.”

Adelia took a deep breath holding back the flood gates and took the envelope again. When she opened it, she saw 2 tickets inside and took them out.

“They are tickets to a candy convention. They will be displaying all the newest upcoming candy. So, you will get a sneak peek before it even comes out.” Laurel says, looking at her hold them in her delicate hands. “.....AAAAAAAAaaaa I’m going to get all the newest candy before it even comes out!!! Yayyyyy. This is the best pres-” Adelia stopped herself and got back in control. She needed to remember she was still mad about everything he did. “...Right well obviously I thought the two of us could go, but if you want to take someone else, I understand.” “....Well you did get the tickets…and you are well known because of your last name, so that means maybe we can even go home with some candy.” Adelia says, thinking about it. “Looks like my Slytherin side is really rubbing off on you like I thought. “No, You were an assshole. I just want sweets. There is nothing wrong with that.” Adelia says in protest. “...Right.” Laurel says knowing he won’t win this argument for many reasons. “Well here, take your ticket. I will just meet you there. That way it’s just two separate people going to the same place by happenstance and not a date.” Adelia says, handing him his ticket. “Adelia, you don’t know where it is.” “....Fine, then I’ll meet you outside the front entrance. It’s not a date though!” Adelia says before finally leaving him and going back to her room.

Laurel watched her leave. He was happy he was going to get another chance to apologize. He knew he had to get her back, and luckily after a few years of knowing her, she still is an airhead. All she had to do was look at the location on the ticket., but her air headedness got him another shot.

--------------------------------------------two days later-------------------------------------------------------

On the day of the event Adelia met him down by the entrance of the castle. She was wearing a pink slip dress, and her hair was covered in bows.

“You look lovely, Darling.” Laurel says at the bottom of the steps, as he puts out his hand to escort her to the carriage waiting for them. “You look stupid.” Adelia says completely walking past him, pushing his hand away.

Adelia hops into the carriage and stares at him impatiently. Laurel walks out and gets in with her.

“Adelia, I was really hoping to ap-” “Nope, we are going to be quiet and go to this event. That is all:” Adelia says, staring out of the carriage, as it heads off.

The ride wasn’t too long, and when they arrived Laurel let her get out first and followed behind knowing full well at this point, she wasn't going to take his help. They headed inside, and the entire place was huge. Outside was a bunch of stands giving out the newest candy they made. Adelia ran up to all of them trying out all of the candy. Laurel let her run around and went to each stand she went to after she was done at it. He knew he had to get her back some way and maybe this was the best way.

“Excuse me sir, do you know who I am.” Laurel would say to each vendor. “Now, let me make you an offer you can’t refuse. “He would say taking out his checkbook and paying for the new candy in bulk for her to take home.

Adelia didn’t notice though, as she was too busy going to every single one before the event was over. At one of the vendors, he was showing her the new chocolate frogs that were going to come out.

“Have you heard of the game going on tonight?” the Vendor said, looking at Adelia who was shoving the frogs all in her mouth. Adelia shook her head. “Well, there is a golden card in one of the frogs in a chocolate river. Whoever catches it gets to have it.” Adelia’s face lit up as she ran away to find it.

She stopped at a giant tent where a man wearing a candy uniform was standing outside making an announcement. “Hello, everyone! Thank you for coming today. I hope you are enjoying the event. There is a surprise for everyone here tonight though. In this tent is candy beyond your wildest dreams.” he says as he opens the curtain for people to see inside. The crowd oooo’s and aaa’s as they see a beautiful scenery inside full of rivers, a gazebo, a waterfall, and pathways through trees and gardens. “Everything you see here is made of chocolate. Yes, even the trees. So have your fill and enjoy the last bit of your night.” The host says stepping aside for people to enter.

Adelia was so happy and excited that for just a moment she forgot she was mad at Laurel. She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him quickly with her, as they entered the tent.

“We got to go into the river. We have to grab a frog! It’s a guaranteed golden card!” Adelia says, pulling him. “Adelia, Love, I cannot go in there. Do you want to know how expensive this suit is?” Laurel says, trying to pull his hand away. “Oh, come on, stop being so uptight. I bet you have never been dirty in your life, like not even rolling around in the dirt as a kid.” Adelia says, mocking him. “You are right, so I plan to keep it that way. Don’t worry though I will watch you from here. I like watching you when you are dirty.” Laurel says with a smirk, as he gets his hand away from hers just before, as they get to the river.” Adelia squints at him. “Fine….” Adelia says before pushing him into the river.

Laurel falls in and after a few minutes his head pops back up. Adelia laughs uncontrollably and before she notices, Laurel swims up to her and grabs her ankles to pull her in with him. Adelia falls into the river and pops her head back. “Hey!” Adelia says splashes him with the chocolate. “Oops.” Laurel shrugs, as he swims away.

Adelia swims after him and the two of them enjoy their time in the chocolate river splashing each other back and forth, and even dunking each other's heads under. “There it is!” Adelia shouts pointing at the frog jumping in and out of the water. Laurel pulls out his wand to catch it and brings it over to her. She immediately bites into it and gets the golden card. “Aaaaa thank you! Thank you! Thank You! Adelia says, wrapping her arms around Laurel, hugging him.

There she was again, inches away from his face. “Adelia…” “....We should get back.” Adelia says looking into his eyes before pulling away and getting out of the river. They headed back to the carriage, and it was silent again.

When they got back to the front entrance to Hogwarts. Adelia immediately headed out of the carriage and inside. “Wait…please Adelia.” Laurel said feeling desperate for her to finally just listen to him. “I got you these.” He said pointing to all the crates of candy that wasn’t going to be released till next year.

Adelia tried to stay calm because she was excited seeing it all. “Thanks.” Adelia says before turning back around to go inside. She heard footsteps quickly behind her, and then Laurel’s hands on her waist.

“Adelia, can we go somewhere private?” Laurel said, begging her. “....Fine.” Adelia said finally giving in. She couldn’t hold her strength against him any longer.

Adelia looked around the room, and then at Laurel “Seriously? The laundry room?” She asked. “If someone asks us what we were doing in here, we can say we had to wash our clothes” he smirked. Adelia rolled her eyes. Laurel suddenly pulled her in for a hug, and Adelia’s eyes widened “L-Laurel?” She asked softly. Laurel hugged her a little tighter “Adelia please… just let me finally apologize, I never meant to scare you… I just… lost control” he sighed. Adelia gently patted his back “I mean… it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it at first, the master stuff was pretty hot… it was just when it wasn’t pretending anymore, that is when it scared me” she explained. Laurel felt a little better “Do you… forgive me?” He asked in a meek voice. Adelia heard the sincerity in his voice, and she sighed again “I forgive you Laurel…” she said. Laurel smiled ��Oh thank goodness you have no idea how much it means to- “Adelia cuts him off. “On one condition” she says, and Laurel nodded. “Name it and it’s yours” he said expecting her to ask for more candy. “I’m in charge tonight” she said firmly, and Laurel raised a brow. “You… in charge…of me?” He asked and Adelia pushed him to the ground and straddled his hips.

“Really… now you are gonna do what I say…”. Laurel blushed dark as she straddled him… it was odd for him not to be in control… but he didn’t hate it. “Incarcerous” Adelia spoke and bound laurels hands above his head “Who’s the master now?” She smirked and Laurel gulped “Y-you are…” he said softly. Adelia smiled and stood up, taking off her panties. She then straddled his head “Well… how about you eat your master's pussy like a good boy” she purred. Laurel felt himself get harder as he leaned up and began to lick her clit. Adelia moaned and began to grind her hips into his face “Fuck… just like that…” she moaned and tugged his hair, pushing his face against her harder. Laurel pushed his tongue inside her making squeal “Fuck! Fuck yes…” she gasped bucking her hips “Fuck…make your master cum like a good boy!”. Laurel couldn’t deny he liked this side of Adelia…sucking on her clit he felt her thighs begin to shake as she reached her climax “Oh fuck!” She cried. Adelia held still for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. She got off his face and positioned herself between his legs “I… suppose you deserve a reward now…” she smiled and unzipped his pants. taking out his hard cock, she wasted no time in sucking him off. Laurel gasped “M-master holy shit…” Laurel bucked his hips pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Adelia felt his cock throbbing in her mouth… she loved the feeling of him being at her mercy for once. “M-master …I’m gonna cum” Laurel moaned, and Adelia stopped, swiftly pulling away making Laurel actually whimper. Adelia licked her lips, and now was straddling his hips “Not yet…not until I say so…” she smirked and slammed herself down on his cock making them moan in unison.

Adelia took no time to begin riding his cock, bouncing and grinding against him as she played with her clit. Laurel thrusted his hips in time with hers, sending them both close to the edge. Adelia leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest to leverage herself as she went faster, almost completely pulling out to slams right back down. “Fuck…fuck I’m cumming!” Adelia gasped and Laurel nodded “M-me too…” he groaned. Adelia quickly had him pull out as them both came… Adelia panted hard and looked down at Laurel who looked pretty damn cute when he was tied up and submissive like this…. “Alright Laurel… I forgive you…” she smiled. Laurel huffed and looked up at her “If this is what forgiveness feels like I may apologize more often…”

#d&d #d&d oc #dungeons and dragons #harry potter #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter smut #hogwarts legacy

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valleyfthdolls · 2 years ago

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Here’s my thoughts on it so far because one person expressed any level of interest in the idea.

First of all, the way YanDev created the names I found to be really superficial as he outright admitted to just using combinations of the most popular first names he found on google and then google translating phrases into Japanese for the names. This always struck me as rather lazy and does the idea of naming characters to connect to their story role, character, etc. a total disservice. (Plus I’ve heard from Japanese ppl online that names like Taro Yamada are unbelievably bland and generic.)

So I actually decided to go in with renaming the characters, approaching the naming conventions as I would an English named character. Most importantly, Ayano, the lovesick heart of the story.

Now, Ayano means of color, by design, or of love. This is actually a decent name for the protagonist, and one I may keep, although I did come up with the alternate name Akki Amano, Akki meaning demon and Amano heaven’s field. A little less on the nose toward her character, but I found nothing on Aishi as a surname aside from a little over a thousand people in Bangladesh who allegedly have that name. So if I keep Ayano, I’m changing the surname to Onitake. I’m not a huge fan of ayaNO-ONitake, it doesn’t sound great, but it’s possible she would be referred to more as Onitake Ayano which sounds much better, and Onitake means devil, which would make her name devil of love. Having prominent devil imagery around Ayano could help highlight the horror of her actions by comparing her directly to a literal embodiment of evil. However, interpreting Akki Amano as demon in heaven’s field raises its own interesting idea as it kind of paints the idea of her role in this fancy, harmonious private school.

By the way, I am not going to call the school Akademi. I get that YanDev wants to pretend this game parodies and deconstructs anime tropes the way Danganronpa tries to but it really doesn’t… do anything to parody or deconstruct them. An obviously unbothered attempt like Akademi High School would work if the story played more with these stereotypes, again, how Danganronpa 1 does with the ultimates, in a more satirical way, but the game takes itself WAY too seriously for that.

What should be happening here imo is a deconstruction of the harem genre, turned into something like a horror story, as the main character is no longer the boring protagonist being fawned over by a bunch of girls out of his league, but rather the one on the outside, quietly and secretly obsessed with the “boring protagonist” and destroying the lives of the girls who take an interest in him by any means necessary.

Tumblr just took away my keyboard this is probably a sign I’m going on for too long but I am NOT stopping.

Truth be told, I don’t see the relevance of this school being so elite. I don’t think all the Deep Lore the game is trying to build should overshadow the narrative of Yan-Chan and her twisted desperation to have her senpai in her own hands.

Oh, by the way, cutting every character just calling him senpai. Unless his underclassmen such as Ayano/Akki are referring to him merely as their upperclassman/senpai when not speaking to him directly, no one is just calling him senpai.

It can still be a highly regarded private school with a high graduation rate run by the Saikou family, but it doesn’t have to be this massive thing it’s painted as. In fact, given you have characters like Kokona, whose father is so debt ridden that she can’t afford a properly fitting uniform and is willing enough to be easily coerced by boys and men into being sexually exploited for money, at the academy, I don’t think it needs to be super high-profile.

Speaking of Kokona, her whole plot is creepy as fuck and really highlights a greater issue. It plays these things (usually the sexual exploitation of underage girls) first for shock value, then doubles down on it being important to the plot, but never addresses it seriously as the heavy issue it is, making it wishy-washy at best and just exploitative at worst. And usually it’s just exploitative.

To explain; on the minor side you have panty shots. First it’s a “you have to do WHAT?!” knee-jerk shock, but the game just doubles down. You’re working for a girl who sells contraband including lewd photos of girls to students, so you DO have to do it in exchange for favors. This is gross very obviously, but also something that is shamed by other characters for obvious reasons, but y’know you’re a YANDERE working for INFO CHAN so that’s beneath YOU don’t worry about it. On the extreme side is Mida Rana, a serial pedophile treated as another “romantic rival”, Kokona Haruka, whose most important character traits are her breasts because she allows others to sexually exploit her because she needs the money, and this is her entire plot line, no character outside of the grooming and sexual abuse that open the completely viable option of bullying her into suicide over it, and in one elimination on the YouTube channel is used to drive her to beat a girl to death out of desperation to make the suffering and shaming she’s dealing with stop but YKNOW it’s fine don’t worry about it sexual shock factor yay!!!

Similarly, the yakuza option to have the sixteen to seventeen year old girls (at the OLDEST) be literally kidnapped and trafficked, no repercussions, no acknowledgment of the actual monstrous nature of your crimes against these girls’ lives, is horrible. Literal human trafficking is an elimination method that has no further repercussions and causes no problems and…??????? What the fuck??

So, all of the shock content is going to be cut. Depictions of abuse and exploitation aren’t inherently gross. It’s the context in which they’re displayed that causes a HUGE problem here. I’m cutting the yakuza elimination method. If you wanna contract them to off your rival, whatever? I guess?? But casually selling a young girl off to be kidnapped and trafficking is a horrific thing that has absolutely ZERO place here. Put simply it’s just unacceptable.

Any depictions of abuse, exploitation, whatever, including other things the game mistreats like mental health, bullying and suicide, are going to be taken and explored seriously.

All of that said, I do intend to cover themes surrounding similar topics as listed above.

The story takes place over roughly three-ish months. “Yan-chan” (Akki Amano or Ayano Onitake) is a sophomore at Sakuragi High School in the suburbs in Osaka. Sakuragi was the surname of the founder, and the cherry tree at the far end of the field in the back of the school was planted when the school was built as a sign of its prosperity. An urban legend says a murderer once walked the halls. Having killed a classmate on behalf of the boy she’d fallen for, she confessed everything to him under that tree and asked him to be her boyfriend, and despite her crimes, he’d said yes. And from that came an urban legend among the more romantic at the school, that if you confessed to your love under the cherry tree, all would be forgiven and they would accept your love.

Of course, like the legends of ghastly figures known for their tall, thin form standing at eight feet tall and stealing children away, of which I know two from two different cultures, this was nothing more than a story. However, it was, in a sense, made real by the students- if someone confessed to you under that tree, it was a sign that they loved you enough that they would give up anything for you, and that was a confession you just couldn’t resist.

Yan-chan has had her eye on that tree since freshman year. Her mother Kanae, a graduate of Sakuragi High School herself, had told her all about how she’d fallen in love with her old friend at Sakuragi, and oh, she hoped her little Yan-chan would find her happiness there, everything’s been so hard for her lately but if she can find a lover then maybe she’ll settle down and really be happy. Whatever means necessary, she wanted her daughter to find that happiness in her one true love, just like she had overcome every adversity in her path to get her husband whose name I couldn’t be assed to remember and still don’t care.

See, Yan-chan had a… troubled past, shall we say. She often found herself feeling emotionally numb, and was never able to express her feelings as her mother was absolutely smothering and her father completely distant, always seeming like he was waiting with desperate anticipation for his chance to slip out the door and run. Her mother absolutely loved her, but her father seemed to hate her, and her mother. He was withdrawn and depressed, and became only more so the more numb his daughter became and the less she was able to emotionally control herself. She was never close to anyone, not her father, not her peers, not even her mother, and was known as a problem child, bullied and getting into fights at school, unable to regulate her emotions and lashing out in extremes despite seeming completely stoic otherwise. Not a single person liked or cared about her.

Well, except her senpai Satoru Koumoto. Satoru was a kind and well liked boy, but ever since he was a child, he had never cared much for interacting with others. He was quiet, almost to the point of being considered mute, and had far more interest in logic puzzles than small talk. But he was kind, despite it being hard to get under his skin, especially as he grew and slowly became more closed off and depressed, leading to him shutting out his childhood best friend Mineko. Despite what would eventually become low self confidence and difficulty standing up for himself, he didn’t like seeing others be bullied. It was freshmen year when he met Yan-chan, having seen her being bullied and wanting to help. The kindness he extended to her led them to have something of a friendship that Yan-chan became obsessed with. At this point, she had become completely hateful and emotionally repressed, even toward her mother, and cared about absolutely nothing and no one but herself. But when Satoru, a year older than her but treating her as an equal, extended kindness and acquaintanceship to her, she began to want absolutely all of it, and all of him, to herself.

However, at the same time, a peer of Yan-chan’s was developing a crush on her for admittedly superficial reasons, yet reasons similar to why she liked Satoru. A part of what drew this student to her was her quiet nature, stoic and always seeming lost in thought. This student wanted to believe she was a good person underneath and wanted to bring that out and see the beauty that may be underneath her thick outer shell.

The student in question? Haruka Amamiya, a purple-haired people-pleaser who was bullied by many of the same students as Yan-chan due to her tendency to go along with anything just to be liked making her an easy target. Haruka was a closeted lesbian, just as she was closeted about really everything about her, as she only trusted her closest friend Satsuki “Saki-chan” Takamori with anything about herself, knowing her more popular “friends” would just bully her.

But when Yan-chan fell in love with Satoru and began to grow extremely jealous of Mineko to the point of stalking them both, Haruka could tell Yan-chan was preoccupied. She knew Yan-chan was stalking the two, but wanted to overlook it, thinking maybe she was just… well, she was doing something, and Haruka really didn’t want to judge her or think she was a creep or a bad person, surely she was just a victim of social alienation like Haruka and she was a good person deep down if Haruka just gave her a chance.

So she did. She stayed after school the day she noticed Yan-chan stalking Satoru, and asked her to help run lines for a play about a vengeful ghost of a high school murder victim who possesses a new student every year to kill off their classmates. (This has nothing to do with Ayano/Akki and her mother both being yanderes because they’re “possessed” or something, rather it’s meant to represent how Kanae’s crimes haunt the school, and how this is sort of a cycle- Kanae was obsessed with her own crush and willing to kill for him, and her actions left such an imprint on everyone around her, especially on her husband, and then her daughter, that in a sense it’s doomed to repeat.)

Unfortunately this is what would set the idea in motion in Yan-chan’s head. If she could play the killer in a play with a set based on her own school, then she could play the killer for real, and get rid of that pesky Mineko hurting her beloved Satoru and keeping him away from where he belonged in her arms.

So my dumbass decided to rewrite Yandere Sim to be a like… decent story

I don’t know why I’m doing this aside from that I had a YanSim hyperfixation in middle school before I realized how exploitative, poorly written, and gross the story was and it won’t. fucking. LEAVE so I just decided to rewrite it

#long post #lovesick #I’m just gonna tag my YanSim rewrite with that bc I probably am unfortunately going to say more on this later

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faerieorbitars · 2 years ago

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hi hello how is the disney anime boy game going. what kind of freaks are in there

steeping my fingers together. i’m glad you asked! allow me to extrapolate about anime guys. i will try to be brief (1/484)

i’m partway into the 2nd book of the main story now (there was a halloween story event i paused the main story to go play really quick) so the only book i’ve properly beaten is book 1. but that’s the one with my favorite guy and also i’ve picked up a few other things from unlock-able character vignettes so i’m qualified to talk about all a lot of these guys i think

the basic plot of the game is that you, the mc, have been isekai’d into the twisted wonderland for an unexplained reason, and you find yourself in a magical academy with no way back home. so the headmaster let’s you and the annoying animal sidekick you meet enroll at the school and live in the abandoned dorm while he looks into getting you home. various shenanigans ensue as you meet the other students and try to get them to become friends with you (and with each other (because crazy enough, villain based characters tend to not like togetherness and team effort))

also in the lore of the universe the villains were the founders of the school and i think some of the established kingdoms across the land so obviously they’ve written history to favor them so the funny anime guys you meet aren’t actually Them. they’re meant to represent their villain and do have some of those characteristics but they have story arcs and become generally good people if they aren’t already

one thing i’m enjoying so far is with a premise like that you’d expect a dating sim aspect but no. no dating sim . this is a friendship sim. you’re all going to get along or so help me god

far and away my favorite character is riddle rosehearts who’s based on the queen of hearts he is so. look at him

the 1st book centers around him and his dorm and the fact that he’s a tyrant harshly enforcing the millions of rules put in place by the queen of hearts, which all the students in his dorm hate so so so much until they eventually all stand together and he’ll him Hey we literally can’t stand you and the way you punish us for bringing the wrong flavor of tart to an unbirthday party. you have control issues. and also anger issues. to which riddle has a magical temper tantrum and then gets persona 4 shadow self’d about it

(there’s a recurring subplot about how magicians can become victim to a condition called overblot, where an overuse of magic combined with extreme levels or stress and duress corrupt the mage’s body. it also gives you a very sick ass outfit. overblot riddle was fucking SERVING)

(i also just like this sprite)

so you beat the ink out of him and learn via flashback that his childhood was literally so shit because he had a very controlling terrible mother (planning every day down to the hour his Entire life) and since he ended up becoming the honor student she wanted from him he decided she Had to be right so he’d emulate her because otherwise he’d have to confront some Truths about himself and how he was raised and he didn’t wanna do that shit at All. and then he cries and makes you an apology tart and loosens up on the rules

all of the stories seem to be following this plotline so i will bring more updates of how things shake out for the other funny guys as i get to them

as an aside here’s my second favorite character so far kalim al asim. he’s not based on a villain he’s supposed to be the sultan from aladdin . he’s literally the only nice person at the school before the mc shows up to spread friendship amongst the populace

also he has a moment with riddle in one of his vignettes and it’s so. hm. i mean what do you want me to say about this

other epic characters: epel felmier who’s based on the poison apple from snow white. he’s a 5 foot pretty boy (same king represent) from the dorm with a passion for fashion and all things beauty and elegance and grace but he’s just a farm boy who likes sports and magical motorcycles. also i think there’s something wrong with him (this is from a vignette where he’s carving apples into little figures)

and another top favorite is lilia vanrogue who appears to be like. just some kind of bat. but he’s like hundreds of years old and used to serve as a lord and knight to a queen fighting in epic battles and doing wars and then he settled down and raised/trained like everyone in the diasomnia /sleeping beauty dorm . like he’s actually adopted and raised one character in that dorm from infancy who openly calls him father At school. but no one has seemed to figure out that this guy is not a teen/young adult/whatever. i think he enrolled at the school as a bit

they don’t even do any of the weird shit you would usually see with a character who’s older than they look trope. he’s like. just here as a gag. and he says weird things that imply he’s much much older than everyone else but he has a good laugh about it and treats all the other students in a very goofy fatherly way but he also gives like good genuine advice when they ask for it. also his relationship with his son is good and it’s very obvious how much they care for each other. they had like a rocky bit years ago where his son (silver) finds out he’s adopted and runs away in the rain and gets very sick but lilia nurses him back to health and silver decides that he doesn’t care about being adopted anymore bc he knows his father loves him. fictional fathers that actually care for their children and their emotional well being and are there for them when needed win #boygrind

that’s all i got for now boss. like it’s not but this is a lot of information so i’m choosing to say no more. once i get to book 3 with azul the ursula guy i Will come back with more because there is SOOO much wrong with him i can TELL

anyway goodnight tristate area

#i’m shocked by how conventional it can be and then turn around and do something Completely different it’s actually like refreshing #and they are oh so sillay #i haven’t even gotten into some of the other characters like deuce (ex delinquent stereotype trying to be an honor student for his mom)#every character is charming and sweet even if it’s under an ‘i’m a stand in for a villain so i’m acting villainous here’ blanket #twst #thank u for checking in btw i needed somebody to ramble to. i’ve been developing my mc as a whole new oc for fun also. with backstory #i May post about him once i’ve drawn a design i like #but as a clue he is based on the antagonist of a musical i like very much who would be WILDLY inappropriate in a disney movie #whom i am giving the anime boy-ification beam treatment this game gives to its villains #farraigeart #ask

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Mackie

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: any chance he gets, Anthony teases you and Tom about your relationship

Masterlist

Anthony Mackie was onto you.

It all started when he realized you and Tom weren’t actually dating, like he thought you were.

“Which Avenger would you sleep with if given the chance?” The journalist asked you, Brie, and Scarlett during a junket.

“Tom Holland.” You answered immediately. “Oh, did you mean the character?”

The girls laughed at your answer as you shrunk down in your seat. Everyone else answered with Thor, making your answer stick out even more.

“Wait, did they ask the guys this?” You wondered. “And follow up, did Tom say me?”

“I can ask.” The journalist chuckled and pulled out her phone. “My friend Jack is interviewing them in the other room.”

“Oh My God.” Brie groaned. “Now I want to know.”

You held your breath in anticipation as you waited for Jack to text back. Finally, the journalist felt a buzz and checked her phone.

“Tom did in fact say your character.” She laughed as she showed you the text.

“He did?” Your eyes widened. “Oh my God. That’s it. We’re having sex tonight. I’m telling him right now.”

The cast laughed at your antics as you sent Tom and quick text and shut off your phone to pay attention to the rest of the interview. You knew it was a joke, but you forgot that Tom didn’t know the context of your text. So when he checked in phone in the room where the boys were being interviewed, he was quite confused.

“I just got a text from Y/n saying “we’re having sex tonight” in all caps.” He laughed in shock. “What is going on?”

“Damn.” Anthony stated. “She texts you in advance?”

“No.” Tom blushed. “We’re not even together.”

“What are you talking about?” Anthony asked. “I thought you were?”

“We’re not.” Tom insisted. He always hated when he was reminded of the fact that you and him were just friends and he didn’t want to stay on the topic.

Anthony, on the other hand, wasn’t as inclined to let it go. He leaned back in his chair and stared at Tom, always looking for new ways to bother his younger cast mate.

“Hm.” Anthony drawled. “Interesting.”

A few months later, Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian were invited to a comic con in Chicago. They were known as one of the more chaotic pairings of cast members, so the interview consisted of constant digs at one another. And of course, Anthony took any chance he got to tease you and Tom.

“You must spend a lot of time together when filming these movies.” The journalist said to the couch. “Do you guys hang out off set too? Are there any Avenger pool parties we don’t know about?”

“Look, Toms a little asshole.” Anthony began. “Him and his little girlfriend are absolute children on set. We can’t take them anywhere.”

“His girlfriend?” The journalist asked.

“I mean Y/n.” He corrected, making the audience cheer. “They say they’re not dating but we all know.”

“We’re not.” Tom whined into his mic. “Stop saying that. People are gonna start believing you.”

“Because it’s true!” Anthony insisted. “You should see the two of them on set. They’re always touching and hugging. And I’m pretty sure I caught them in the dressing room one time. I won’t say what they were doing, but I could hear the bed creaking.”

Tom turned bright red and covered his face. He knew Anthony was just teasing, but it still embarrassed him. He collected himself and held his microphone up again, ready to dish it back to Anthony.

“You’re just mad because she likes me more.” Tom said, eliciting cheers from the audience.

“Uh uh.” Anthony shook his head. “Shes loves me. All the ladies love me.”

“Not Y/n.” Tom shook his head. “She loves me.”

“I think we can all agree Y/n loves me the best.” Sebastian cut in smugly. “It’s fairly obvious.”

“Did someone say my name?” Your voice sounded from a microphone, making everyone scream. Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian looked at each other in confusion upon hearing your voice.

“Wait, what?” Anthony laughed into his microphone as he looked around. Suddenly, your characters theme song came on the speakers as you came out from backstage.

“Hi!” You came out onto the stage waving. The crowd stood up upon your arrival and became deafening. Tom turned around, caught sight of you, and bolted out of his seat.

“Y/n?” He asked as he ran towards you. He immediately scooped you up in a hug, lifting you off the ground to spin you around.

“Hi Tommy.” You mumbled in his ear as you squeezed him back. Tom set you down but continued hugging you, kissing the side of your face multiple times. The audience went wild at this display of affection, prompting you to kiss his cheek back. You walked back to the couch hand in hand, taking a seat next to each other.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Tom said into his mic as he picked it back up.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You laughed, earning more cheers. “I’m filming something in Toronto but I wouldn’t miss a convention for the world. And I wanted to see you.”

Tom pouted and pulled you into another long hug. It had been a few weeks since you’d seen him, so you pressed a long kiss to his cheek.

“Do we all get kisses or just Tom?” Anthony asked, interrupting the moment.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Sebastian spoke up.

“Seb can have one but I’m not coming near you.” You teased as you walked over to Sebastian. You bent down to kiss his cheek before sticking your tongue out at Anthony.

“You look so pretty, darling.” Tom said once you sat back down.

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m so jet lagged.”

“I don’t look nearly this beautiful when I’m jet lagged.” Tom complimented you.

“Oh, I beg to differ.” You complimented back.

“Kiss kiss kiss kiss.” Anthony chanted into his mic while pumping his fist. The crowd roared as you and Tom rolled your eyes.

“Don’t start, Anthony.” You told him. “He does this all the time.”

“So I’ve heard.” The journalist laughed. “How was your flight, Y/n?”

You settled into Tom’s side as you talked about your flight and other random things. When the attention was off you, Tom slipped his arm around you and let it rest on the back of the couch. He felt you shiver at one point and realized you were sitting right under the air conditioning.

“Are you cold?” He asked you, making the audience laugh.

“A little.” You said sheepishly. He immediately took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, making the crowd go wild.

“Thanks, Tommy.” You chuckled as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. They were warm from his body heat and his cologne was lingering on the collar.

“Wow.” Anthony started up again. “You guys look like a couple.”

“A couple of besties.” You said quickly, making Tom shake his head.

“Uh huh.” Anthony said sarcastically. “If you guys aren’t dating, then why are you two always touching?”

“Because we love each other.” Tom snapped playfully. “You just don’t understand because girls don’t want to touch you.”

“Damn.” Anthony laughed. “Y/n, are you gonna let your boyfriend talk to me like that?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You replied. “We would make a terrible couple. I still haven’t forgiven him for the stamp act and I don’t see us getting past that.”

“Baby, it wasn’t me.” Tom played along. “It was my ancestors. I’d never tax your stamps.”

“Uh Uh.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s what they all say.”

“I’m gonna move on before I break you guys up.” The journalist teased, making you and Tom roll your eyes. “You guys have been playing these characters for a while so you must know them pretty well. What is something you have in common with your character?”

“That’s easy.” Anthony answered. “We’re both a cool black dude.”

“That’s exactly what I was going to say.” Tom joked, earning some laughs.

“Easy there, wonder bread.” Anthony laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“What about you, Y/n?” The journalist asked. “What do you have in common with your character?”

“Something my character and I have in common is that we both fuck this man.” You smiled as you clapped Tom on the back. Everyone on the couch’s jaw dropped as the crowd became deafening. Tom looked at you incredulously as you laughed.

“I’m just kidding.” You laughed into your microphone. “Um, I don’t know. We’re both pretty passionate about what we believe in. And we both wear a lot of black.”

“What?” Sebastian laughed. “You can’t just say that. That was a total 180.”

“I’m sorry.” You whined playfully. “It was a perfect opportunity and I had to take it.”

“I am literally speechless.” Tom said into his mic before breaking down into laughter. You leaned into each other as you laughed, not caring if no one else found it funny.

“I’m sorry.” You giggled. “Can we move on? Next question, please.”

“All right. Let’s talk about this kiss between your character and Loki.” The journalist began.

“Uh oh.” Anthony stirred the pot again. “Toms not gonna like this.”

“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged, but it was obvious that he was lying. You rested your hand on his shoulder to reassure him as you turned to answer the question.

“I actually had a lot of qualms before filming that scene.” You replied.

“Qualms?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’m good friends with Taylor Swift so the first time I met Hiddleston, it was as her boyfriend. So the whole thing gave me serious qualms. I felt like I was breaking girl code.”

“That’s surprising since you improvised one of the kisses.” Sebastian, also looking for drama, cut in. “I remember you were only supposed to kiss once and you went in for second.”

“Well that was after a few takes and my qualms had dispersed.” You shot back.

“You hear that?” Anthony smirked. “She had no qualms.”

“I still felt so bad but those thoughts were soon replaced by “oh my God, I’m kissing Tom Hiddleston.” My qualms didn’t stand a chance to him in that wig.” You chuckled. You felt Tom tense up under your hand so you squeezed his shoulder.

“I know.” The journalist agreed. “He’s very dreamy.”

“Exactly. We were three takes in and my pussy starts screaming, “get help! Get help!”” ,You mimicked Thor’s voice, “so I knew my qualms were gone.”

You once again had all the jaws dropped with your words. Tom buried his face in your neck as he laughed, his whole body shaking.

“That’s one way to put it.” The journalist said as he wiped tears. “I have to ask. Which Tom did you like kissing more?”

“I liked kissing Tom H the best.” You said cheekily.

“Ooo.” Anthony started again. “Are we about to witness a couples quarrel?”

“I think so.” Tom played along. He pretended to look annoyed with you so you cupped his face.

“I’m kidding.” You assured him. “It was so you.”

“It better be.” He insisted. “Remember you kissed me after we shot the swinging scene and we weren’t even filming?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “I was in love with you that day.”

“What happened?” The journalist wondered.

“Well, I grew up loving Spiderman.” You explained. “So spending the day swinging around in Toms arms while he was in the suit meant so much to me. The second Tom took his mask off, I just kissed him.”

“Is that when you started dating?” Sebastian asked.

“No. It is not.” Tom shoved him playfully.

The rest of the convention went by in a similar fashion, with Anthony taking every opportunity to tease you. Once you said your goodbyes to the crowd, you and Tom walked back to your dressing room with your arms around each other.

“I can’t believe Mackie still thinks we’re dating.” Tom sighed as he shut the door behind him.

“I know.” You chuckled before an idea came to you. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we actually started dating and didn’t tell him? Like, as a joke?”

“That would be hilarious.” Tom nodded too many times. “Like, I could ask you out right now and he’d have no idea. We could go on dates and make out and stuff and just not tell him. That’ll show him.”

“We should totally do that. As a joke.” You quickly followed.

“We should.” Tom nodded. “Imagine his face when he finds out we started dating and didn’t tell him? It’ll be priceless.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait.” You sighed happily. “He would lose his mind if he found out we finally started dating.”

“Did you say finally?” Tom asked with a coy smile. Your face fell when you realized you had said a little too much.

“I did.” You said softly. “Because it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

“So have I. In that case,” Tom smiled shyly, “Y/n would you like to go on a d-“

“Yes.” You cut him off before he could even finish. “I would.”

2 years later

On a rare day off, you and Tom attended a barbecue in Anthony’s backyard with a few of the other cast members. You were sat on Tom’s lap, full off food and contently listening to the ongoing conversation.

“These burgers are great.” Chris said as he patted Anthony’s back. “Thanks for barbecuing.”

“I got you, man.” Anthony nodded. “I actually got the recipe for the blend from one of the caterers on set. Remember that place that catered lunch with the really good cornbread and burgers?”

“I do remember.” Scarlett smiled to herself. “The filming schedule worked out so all got to eat together that day. That was so nice.”

“It was nice.” Anthony agreed. “Just sitting in the sun in our costumes and bibs. We had some fun conversations going on. I’m pretty sure that was the day Tom and Y/n started dating.”

“No.” Tom rolled his eyes. “We started dating after that one convention. Remember the one where Y/n surprised us on stage? We started dating that night.”

“Wait, you guys are actually dating?” Anthony sat up in his seat. “I was just playing with you.”

“We know. So we played with you right back.” You shrugged smugly. “We started dating to get back at you for all the jokes.”

The rest of the cast exchanged confused looks as you and Tom relished in your victory.

“But....” Anthony blinked in confusion, “you didn’t tell me until two years later.”

“Yeah. Because we were committed to the joke.” Tom said like it was obvious.

“Duh.” You added.

“Let me get this straight.” Antony rubbed his temples. “You started dating as a way to get back at me for teasing you?”

“Yep.”

“But you didn’t tell him you started dating.” Scarlett continued.

“Nope.”

“So you’ve been dating in secret for two years without him knowing.” Don went on.

“Yep.

“But....you see this as revenge on me?” Anthony asked with a tilted head.

“Yep.” You laughed. “In your face.”

“In my face?” Anthony raised his eyebrows. “How so?”

“Because we totally got you.” You bragged. “Look at your face right now. You had no idea we were actually together.”

“What an idiot.” Tom shook his head. “This guy, am I right?”

The cast exchanged another look as you and Tom continued not to understand why dating in private didn’t exactly count as revenge against Anthony.

“Okay.” Anthony said skeptically. “So let me ask you this. Now that I know about the joke, will you stop dating?”

You and Tom quieted down as Anthony brought up something you hadn’t thought of.

“Well, no.” Tom began as he looked at you. “We like dating each other.”

“So essentially, this had nothing to do with me.” Anthony concluded. “You two just wanted to date each other but used me as an excuse.”

You and Tom opened your mouths to defend yourselves, but shut them when you realized he was right. You looked at each other sheepishly before shrinking down in your seats from embarrassment.

Anthony Mackie may have gotten the better of you.

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I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

-----

You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately.

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

-----

The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.”

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment.

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way.

-----

Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.”

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie.

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone.

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed.

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island. It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words.

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

-----

The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest.

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face.

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly.

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it.

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

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