#it made my fingers bleed XD

[selunefae]

Hello! I read your Sylus fanfic and WHAT WAS THAT? WOW 🫦🫦🫦 need to ask, can you write something spicy between Rafayel and the MC/reader please? I beg you 🙉🙉🙉🙉

Be my reliever (+18) - Sick!Rafayel (Love and deepspace) x Reader

Rafayel is sick again. You're tired of him not taking care of his health, but you visit him nonetheless. Maybe he can do something to compensate you.

masterlist | rules

rating: +18, MDNI

word count: 2,126

tags: rafayel (lads) x reader, smut, fem!reader, afab!reader

cw: smut, fluff, oral sex (female receiving), v fingering, breasts fondling, nipple licking, use of insults in a loving way, use of petnames (babe)

notes: Inspired by the fact that I'm currently sick. xD This is my first time writing for Rafayel, he's also the character that I least interacted with (along with Xavier), so I hope I captured his personality correctly. Sorry if he seems too OOC. :') All my notions of Rafayel are from the main story and some facts I read about him to help me with this fic. (English is not my first languages, the work is neither proofread nor betaread, sorry for any mistakes).

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” 

You say it without looking up, arms crossed as you sit in the chair beside Rafayel’s bed. 

He groans. “I’m dying and all I get is abuse…”

You finally glance over at him. He’s half-buried under a pile of blankets, purple hair sticking out in tangled waves, flushed cheeks covered by a light sheen of sweat - hell, why does he still look attractive even in his worst state? His eyes crack open, barely, and you catch the faint shimmer of amusement.

"You're supposed to feel bad for me. Take care of me. Maybe even lie down with me.” He pats the pillow beside him. “Look, right here." 

You narrow your eyes.

"This wouldn't have happened if you weren’t so damn reckless!" You lean forward, voice sharper now, letting your annoyance break through the surface. "Who told you to stay out in the rain like that!? You could’ve ducked into a store and waited for the storm to pass!”

He shrinks under the blanket like a kicked puppy, eyes glassy with fever but still defiant in the most pathetic way imaginable.

“The sky was this perfect shade of grey,” he argues, voice raspy and congested.

“Cool tones bleeding into the city lights, the reflection on the wet pavement… I had to capture it.”

You glare daggers at him. Not this again…

“You stopped to paint .”

“Mentally.” He sniffs. “I didn't have my sketchbook.”

You pause, blinking.

“Wait – let me get this straight.” You can't stop the incredulous smile on your face. “You stood out in a thunderstorm, like an idiot, to paint , and you didn’t even have your sketchbook?!”

He offers a weak shrug. “The light was excellent.”

You throw your hands up with an exasperated sigh and push off the chair. You don’t know what to say anymore. You want to scream, shake him, maybe even strangle him. It’s always the same damn thing with him: forgetting meals, skipping sleep, losing himself in work until his body gives out. You genuinely don’t understand how he’s still alive. 

“Rafayel I –”

He must have noticed the shift in your voice because he sits up straighter. "If it bothers you so much," he snaps, "then why did you even come?”

…

That’s it. Rafayel has finally pushed your strings too far. Without looking at him, you snatch up your bag from the nightstand and turn on your heel, ready to walk out. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating him, but this ? This is a new level of nonsense. You took time off work to come and take care of him because – surprise! – he’s sick again, and this is how he thanks you?

“Hey, wait!”

Before you can storm off, his hand reaches out and gently wraps around yours. You freeze. With a gentle tug, he pulls you towards him. You stumble forward, landing half on the bed, half on him, your face just inches from his.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” he says, voice lower. His hand rises to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, fingers trailing down your cheek before retreating. “I know I’m an idiot. And an ungrateful bastard. And that I take you for granted all the time.” His eyes meet yours. The usual glimmer of mischief is gone, replaced by something more sincere. “But… I’m really glad you came.”

And that’s all it takes for the anger in your chest to go away.

You wrap your arms around him, careful not to jostle him too much, and bury your face into his shoulder with a soft sigh. “Dummy…” You mumble against his skin, trying to sound annoyed. But he knows better.

He chuckles, warm and weak. His arms tighten around you. “I love you.”

You pull back just enough to look at him. You’re pouting, and his smile grows when he sees it. “I love you too…” You whisper, barely a breath between your lips and his. His eyes drop to your mouth. He licks his lips, and you know he’s dying to kiss you, but he doesn’t. So you take the lead. Without thinking twice, you close the distance and press your lips together.

The kiss is sweet and innocent, just your mouths moving together. His lips are softer than you remember, and you relish the feeling.  You gently caress his cheek as he hugs you tighter, trying to get you closer.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this…” he mutters against your lips, his once cloudy eyes now staring at you with desire. He couldn’t care less about being sick. He kisses you again, deeper and with more confidence. His fingers slide down your waist, guiding you gently as he shifts, rolling the two of you so you’re now lying beneath him. You gasp when he settles between your legs, one knee pressing in the center as his weight shifts forward. The sound spurs him on. He tilts his head, and his tongue finds yours. Desire clouds your reason. In the heat of the moment, nothing exists but the warmth of his mouth, the feel of his hands. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him with the same intensity.

You only part for air, both of you breathing hard, lips kiss-bitten and flushed a deep crimson. His pupils are blown wide with lust, dark and unfocused, no trace of their usual color left. You’re not doing much better. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, heart hammering like it’s trying to escape your ribs. A sheen of sweat is starting to coat your skin, and your fingers twitch with the need to touch him more.

Rafayel smiles and lowers his head again, this time trailing kisses along the soft skin of your neck. His lips find the spot he knows drives you crazy, and he lingers there, pressing a gentle kiss, then grazing it with a teasing nibble.

“R-Rafayel…” you whimper, and he lifts his head for a second, eyes scanning your face, as if to make sure everything’s okay. 

You nod silently, but your hands slide down his back to tell him all he needs to know.

Taking the invitation, he returns to your neck with renewed purpose, his mouth eager against your skin. He sucks gently, then nips, lips dragging over sensitive spots in a way that makes your back arch off the mattress.

“Don’t leave visible marks…” You mumble between shallow breaths, even if your body betrays your protest by pressing closer.

“I think you look the prettiest with them,” he replies as he mouths along your collarbone. His hands are everywhere now – grabbing the plush of your skin, caressing, teasing – and his kisses travel lower. When he reaches the hem of your shirt, he pulls it up, eyes locked on yours. And when he sees you wearing nothing underneath, his breath catches, eyes going wide. 

“You're not…?”

You shake your head with the smallest smirk. It’s not the first time he’s seen your breasts, but he’s always mesmerized by them.

“Holy shit…” he echales, completely awestruck. His hands come up, cupping them as he takes in every inch of exposed skin. And then, like gravity is pulling him, he lowers his head again, lips brushing the top of your breast in a kiss so soft it sends a full-body shiver through you. He does this again and again, placing feather-light kisses over the periphery, circling closer each time. You writhe beneath him, nails digging into his back, half a second from begging. 

And then, finally, his mouth closes around your nipple.

A sharp gasp tears from your throat as his lips wrap around it, tongue flicking softly at first before lapping more firmly. He sucks, licks and bites, sending waves of heat straight to your core. His free hand doesn’t neglect the other breast – he palms it, thumb circling your nipple, teasing until it’s just as sensitive, then gently pinching, just enough to make you arch into him with a breathless moan.

“You’re beautiful…” he says while still savouring you. 

His hands cradle your breasts as his lips travel lower, kissing the underside of one, then the other, dipping down further. His mouth trails down your torso, warm and wet kisses brushing the curve of your ribs, down the slope of your stomach. When he reaches your lower belly, just above your waistband, he pauses. His hands slide down, fingers curling playfully at the edge of your jeans. He presses one final kiss just below your navel, then looks up at you through his lashes

“Should I keep going?” he asks, thumbs toying with the denim.

The question hangs there for only a moment before your answer spills out, needier than you intended. “Yes. Please.”

His smile is wicked now, pleased and predatory, and you swear he’s never looked more beautiful than in that moment. His fingers start to work, undoing the button, then sliding the zipper down. All the while, his lips stay busy, kissing the curve of your hip, just above where the fabric clings to your body. When he finally pulls them down, he grabs your now bare thighs, squeezing the soft skin. He throws the fabric somewhere on the floor, and then settles between your legs again, eyes drinking you in like he’s never seen anything so worth worshiping. He starts leaving open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thigh, making you tremble. His hands anchor you in place, fingers splayed wide on your hips. He continues kissing up until he finds your underwear, then he pulls it aside to take a look at your bare cunt.

“Look at you…” he murmurs, voice hoarse with awe and something darker. “Every part of you is art.”

Spreading your wet folds, he lowers his mouth to the center of your desire. You let out a broken whimper when his lips close around your clit and suck. You try to buckle up your hips, but his firm hand holds you in place. He continues to suck your clit as one of his fingers finds your hole, easing its way inside. He moves patiently at first, giving you time to adjust, and then begins to pump, syncing the motion with the rhythm of his mouth. Your hands find his hair, fingers tangling at the roots, and with every lap of his tongue and thrust of his hand, your grip tightens. He groans, and the vibrations only make you dizzier.

Rafayel adds a second finger, picking up the pace along with it. 

Your body responds before your mind can catch up – hips rolling, legs trembling, toes curling. This time, when you push your hips forward, he lets you chase the rhythm. The movements of his tongue become messier, tongue and lips working in perfect harmony with the thrust of his hand. You squirm in his arms, moans getting louder as he manages to hit the spot that sends you over the edge.

“A-ah – !”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures. “Come for me.”

The orgasm hits like a crashing wave, stealing the air from your lungs. Your back arches off the bed as a cry tears from your throat, every nerve lighting up with pleasure. He doesn’t stop just yet, working you through your orgasm and tasting your release. 

Finally, when your muscles relax and the tension drains from your body, he eases back. Sitting on his knees, Rafayel just looks at you. You’re sweating, your hair’s a mess, and your chest is still rising and falling like you just ran a marathon…but he still stares at you with the most loving gaze, like you’re the most beautiful piece of art.

You reach for him, pulling him down into a kiss when suddenly –

“ACHOOO!!!!”

He freezes above you, wide-eyed and completely still.

You blink at him.

Your expression changes in an instant, brows drawing together in a deadly glare.

“Rafayeeeeeel… I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!”

He lets out a nervous laugh and scrambles toward the edge of the bed. “W-would you look at that! I feel so much better out of a sudden!”

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING!? YOU GOT ME SICK!!!”

You grab the front of his shirt before he can escape and yank him back down into the bed with a thud. He winces and throws his hands up, surrendering.

“Come on, babe, don’t be mad…” he pleads, switching to his softest, most charming voice.

You cross your arms and turn your back on him with exaggerated annoyance. He tries again.

“Look on the bright side… now we can watch a movie together.”

…

Silence.

“...and order takeout?”

You glance over your shoulder, interested.

“Only if you’re paying.”

He lets out a sigh, but smiles nonetheless. “As if you ever pay…”

[peachsayshi]

Hi Peach! I’m pretty new around here but I’m here to get in on your WIP tag. I wanna take a sneak peek at two different things but to save the effort for you to not do that I would really wanna see what the next Older Brothers Best Friend Geto x Reader pt. 4 🫣

“whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same pt. 4”

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✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ older brother’s best friend geto x female reader ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni)  ↬･tags: (check my masterlist for previous parts) tension; alcohol consumption; reader is gojo’s sister; reader has a big fat crush on geto; size difference; kind of angsty but that's because I'm keeping this as an on going drabble as ideas hit me; this ends a bit abruptly but there will be more parts once I conjure up some other ideas( age gap; reader is 22 and geto is 27

⥽ notes: hello! thank you so much for reaching out, and I'll be happy to add you to the tag list! I was originally going to share just a snippet, but in honor of suguru's birthday I decided to go back and clean up the next part to share with you! I know I said I was taking a break from geto fics but something sparked when I reread this XD I hope you enjoy this update hehe

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You're hyper aware of the confined space, of the sound of the car slowly purring when Suguru hits the acceleration, of the intoxicating aroma wafting off of his body, and of the gnawing, aching silence that's hanging heavy in the air.

The two of you haven't said a single word to each other once you dropped off your friends. Suguru tried to eliminate the awkwardness by turning on the radio, but the sound of the low bass was only matching the erratic pace of your heart.

You squeeze your hands into two small fists on your lap, keeping yours eyes on the road as you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. Your cheeks sting with embarrassment, the heat scorching the apple of your cheeks. You bounce your leg up and down, trying to steady your breath as you muddle through your jumbled up thoughts. A shiver ripples along your exposed spine when you recall the bubbly tone of your friends voice, cringing to yourself as you hear her sing "isn't that also the name of the guy you have a crush on?"

You would do anything to hurl yourself out of the car at this very second.

You aren't even sure if you should apologize profusely for her behavior, or to try and offer Suguru some semblance of an explanation behind her statement.

A hand finds your thigh, a gentle touch bringing your awareness to the present. You gaze down and stretch out your tense fists, fingers spreading where the tips barely touch Suguru's palm.

You freeze.

He lightly traces his thumb back and forth, the tender gesture forcing your will to look up at him.

His sharp eyes are still on the road, and he relaxes into his seat while using his other hand to steer the wheel. "Relax, sweetheart," he coos warmly, a hint of a grin ticking at the corner of his mouth, "I'm not going to bite."

There's a tickle in your throat when you speak, your voice leaving your body in timid horror. He makes it so hard for you to conceal yourself - like you're a an open wound bleeding freely before his eyes.

"I'm mortified," you admit quietly, shameful tears forming as the champagne bubbles in your veins.

Suguru's hand doesn't leave you, but hearing your reply cracks the gentle grin on his face.

"Why are you mortified?" he replies steadily, his brow quirking with intrigue but there's a playfulness in his tone that makes you wary, like he's trying to pry the answer out of you himself.

"Um, because of what she said-" you exhale, as you turn away once Suguru tries to catch your stare. You return to look at the tips of your fingers so close to his palm, the slither of distance sending tingles up your forearms.

"Don't sweat it. Besides, nobody is worse than Satoru, right? He's particularly embarrassing when he drinks," Suguru consoles.

You swallow nervously at the mention of your brother, wishing that Suguru didn't bring him up at this very moment. You mindlessly extend your index finger out, the pad slightly ghosting Suguru's knuckle, and your heart flutters when he flexes at the featherlight contact.

The car halts abruptly, and your heart stops.

You didn't even notice that you made it back home.

The street lights around you glow like a thousand stars, a dewy mist hindering their radiant halos. Suguru lifts his hand away from your thigh to shift the gear into park, and you feel an unwanted chill from the vacancy.

"Yeah," you anxiously snigger, trying your best to play off the moment with ease but there's something in your heart that's stopping your performance.

You're defenseless against the influence of the alcohol in your system, the mask you've so carefully been wearing cracking to lay bare the truth beneath.

You breathe out as you undo your seat belt.

"It's just..." you carefully add on, your courage bravely egging you on to just tell Suguru how you really feel.

There's no point in lying, you reiterate. Come clean.

When you turn to face him, you find yourself faltering once again. He looks bigger than he is with you both trapped inside the vehicle. The expanse of his broad shoulders stretching across miles. His dreamy eyes pierce through your own irises, plunging themselves right into the depths of your soul. You're suddenly shrinking under the heat of his gaze, curling into yourself like a small creature hiding in it’s shell.

Suguru tilts his head, always considering you thoughtfully.

"Just?"

You angle your body towards him, wishing you could just pour out your feelings in an effortlessly cool manner. You think about how Utahime, Shoko and Mei Mei act. Each one of them moving and flowing with self assurance that you can only admire.

Right now all you have is the softest parts of you, your delicacy at the forefront. All the drinks you've consumed have eroded away the shield of your concern, and you feel everything spin once again while Suguru remains firmly in his own place.

Strong. Poised. A beacon that your heart keeps gravitating towards again and again. It pounds in your chest - thump, thump, thump - and the longer you linger in his space, the less you find yourself willing to resist your own desire.

"Remember when we um...when we kissed?" you feebly inquire, a slight shiver making your shoulders tremble.

Suguru's eyes dip to your lips, the memory an anchor of temptation that constantly weighs him down when he's around you.

"You were...guiding me, a-and you said something along the lines of how some guys like it when the their partner can be...assertive..." your body moves faster than your mind can catch up with itself. You inch closer, leaning your torso forward as you tilt up your chin to place your face directly in front of his. "There's...there's something I need to tell you..."

Suguru's expression transitions from curiosity to caution. He visibly stiffens when you close the gap, your innocent lips brushing against the corner of his mouth.

"Sweetheart," he mumbles warily, but releases a petite sigh when you press firmly down.

A peck so small for a gesture far, far too big.

"Would it be so bad if I said it?" you wonder, when you notice him visibly stiffen. "Would it be so bad if we just-"

Your mouth goes dry at the thought, your stomach twitching with uncertainty. Your hands find his shoulders, and you trace the outline of his lips with your own, lingering for just a minute as you hold his gaze.

You faintly lick your lips before moving in for a real kiss.

Just like he taught you.

You feel his palm against your waist, a wave of goosebumps bumping all over your bare skin. Suguru parts his lips to grant you entrance, and you hungrily slip your tongue in for a taste. You ribbon your arms around his neck, whimpering gently when he digs his fingers into your flesh. He eagerly returns the kiss, in the same way he did before when the both of you were lying horizontally on his couch. Your lips crush together, your tongues locking into ties and twists.

He drags his electric touch upward, slipping underneath the flimsy fabric of your top. You gasp into the kiss as his fingers tease the curve of your breast, grazing the underside and making you sink your own digits into the forest of his shadowy mane.

But just when you've almost lost yourself into the haze of your addiction, Suguru suddenly pulls away.

Your name spills out of his lips in frustration.

You widen your eyes slightly.

For as long as you've known the man he's always ever addressed you with one of his many cutesy pet names.

His "sweetheart", his "doll", his "princess".

Every one of them left his lips with indifference but they always held so much affection while maintaining a safe distance of attachment.

But hearing your name, which always leaves his lips like an affliction, which he only calls out in moments few and far in between, seizes your heart pitifully.

"We shouldn't," Suguru points out, his voice deeper than the color of his midnight hair. "We can't."

You thought about the girl he was kissing on the night of his party. The way his body tangled in between the fabric of her purple dress.

"Why not?" you press, anticipating your long awaited answer.

You wanted to hear him say it himself - to admit that there was somebody else. Maybe the rejection will help you finally get over this long winded crush. Maybe the heartbreak is just what you needed to set yourself free.

Suguru's hand was still resting precariously underneath your top, but neither of you were perturbed by the intimacy of your bodies loosely intertwined.

"Because," he breathes out bitterly, “I told Satoru that I wouldn't."

Your jaw goes slack, your mouth dropping in obvious surprise when you part your lips.

"You...what?"

There's a twitch in his jaw. He dotingly presses his forehead against yours, allowing his eyes to flutter close. Leaning into the touch of the one thing he's forbidden to have.

He slithers his hand away, and your body twinges in agony, like it's begging him not to. Tears prick your eyes, but you aren't sure if it's because you can feel your heart crumple or if you're simply overwhelmed.

"I shouldn't have-" Suguru murmurs, "I shouldn't have let things go so far."

"But-" you sniffle, blinking back your tears and your reaction makes him instantly pliable, like you can mold him easily between your fingers

"Satoru is too familiar with every part of me. Too familiar with my history. The good, and the bad." Suguru explains, "And he's fiercely protective of you."

The truth sinks in, the awareness of yet another obstacle in your way.

You slump in your seat, feeling foolish for not considering the extent of how deep their friendship lies. "Oh."

Your hands fall away from around his neck, and you fidget as you shift to look forward. Your chest hiccups as you try to resist the full shattering of your docile composure.

Suguru's eyes don't leave you.

"I should...um,..." you announce with a furrow of your brow, shedding all aspects of your embarrassment and grief in the hopes to leave them behind in the front seat of his car. "I should go..."

You gather your things, ignoring Suguru when he calls out your name a second time. You slam the door behind you, your heart effectively dwindling into nothing but ashes at your feet.

One tear falls, and then another. You initially perceived that the strike of rejection would bring you a sense of catharsis, a final out of the clutches of these sinking emotions… but you didn't expect the sting to hurt this dreadfully.

You carry your feet with as much strength as you can muster to your front door, fumbling with the keys as you struggle with blurry eyes. You sniffle quietly to yourself again when you insert it into its lock, taking a minute to compose yourself before stepping inside.

You freeze taking a step over the threshold when a brush of warmth traces the outline of your waist.

There’s a shadow that drowns out the light behind you, whispering for your return.

You spin on your heel to find Suguru behind you, his lamenting eyes apologetic.

You quickly wipe any rogue tears away, clearing your throat as he takes another step forward.

“Please,” you beg, “let’s just forget about it…”

Suguru nods his head - not because he wants to, but because he has to.

He doesn’t ask for permission when his hands grip your waist, nor do you deny him the access.

“Please, don’t cry,” he soothes in return, his voice angelic and lovely. “Seeing you upset kills me”

You know it’s the truth.

Suguru has always been blunt about how soft he is towards you - even going as far as putting Satoru in his place when your brother tries to overstep.

“I’m fine, just tipsy…” you lie.

Suguru doesn’t point out your fib - taking it at face value even though he doesn’t want to. You nuzzle into his arms when he extends his embrace, enveloping yourself into his protective hug.

One his hands seeks your jaw, and he cradles it with care, ensuring to handle your fragility with a delicate caress. He tilts your face up towards his helpless eyes, hoping you’ll eventually make peace with this like he did. His thumb traces your bottom lip, he tugs at the muscle and watches it gently bounce back. Resisting the urge to kiss away whatever pain he’s caused.

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t want this, because I do,” he confesses, maintaining a balance between the scale of your relationship lest you feel weighed down by him. “You make me feel things that I shouldn’t.”

He seals the truth with an honest peck and a spark ignites inside you but you hastily put out the flame.

Yet, his admittance eases some of your woes and you count the minutes passing as you two linger into the kiss far longer than intended.

tags: @brownskinnedgirll @chibigetoo

[ashthesalamipiece]

//A new way to cope\\ Bakugo katsuki x fem reader

(Not my GIF!)

Warnings// Self harm, (kind of detailed) not good English, mentions of throwing up and ED, anxiety user and maybe some harsh words, reader talking bad about themselves and maybe some angst if the actions in this isn't.

Sorry if this was written dryly, XD but I'm not so good at writing stories, i just have the storyline in my head, and I know what I should write and what it's abt, but then my head completly shuts down and i forget how to write XD

Might write a part two

SORRY FOR TAKING SO MUCH TIME TO MAKE THIS

This story is probably short bc it' my first time writing on here, but I will make my other fucs longer

I think that's all, but please comment if I missed something and I'll put it in the warnings:) English is not my first language so be aware for some typos. This will probably be verg detailed and i might use a few words many times after each other but, without further ado let's get into it

Also, to those who are suffering from any of these I want you to know that i support you, ive also had a past with self harm and you're strong and my messages will always be open if you would like to chat, I don't judge and I will comfort you in the best way possible 💗

(This was a request from my sister)

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You grunted as the hard and big sharp blade pierced and dragged down your arm multiple time's, blood trickling down all the way to the bottom as you heard the drops of blood hit the ground. Your breath was uneven and your hands and whole body shok, probably because of the sharp object injected into your skin. You didn't know why you did it, but it just felt right.

A few moments passed before you walked towards the bathroom to wash of the remains of the blood on the blade, the bathroom door creaked as you pushed it aside.

You took a cloth that hung on the small metall bar beside the shower and carefully wiped the blade, being carefull to clean everything off and not to cut your finger.

You laid back the cloth and walked back towards a drawer next to your bed, you gently and carefully placed the blade into one of the shovels.

You sighted as you looked at your arms, blood dripping out of the hem of it, you'd probably have to bandage it because of the cuts, but then you'd have to go downstairs to get some from thr medkit in the small box that was hung on a wall inside the kitchen and then everybody would suspect something going on.

You didn't want to start commotion, that was the least you needed right now. You had a few cotton pads in a tall glass next to your makeup shellf and you also had a box of wipes under your desk so you didn't have to worry about those things.

"Hmm... maybe i should just ask katsuki he usually doesn't question things unless he gets suspicious, and most of the times he had to bring something to you he never asked why you needed it"

You told to yourself.

And if he got suspicious, you could just say something happened at training, right?

You walked to the bed and sat on it, quickly grasping your phone and pressing on Bakugo's contact.

"Can you bring me some bandages plsss"

You typed and laid down the phone, waiting for a response. "Bling" was suddenly heard and you picked up the phone.

"Tch, are you too lazy to to downstairs or somethin"

"Just get it for me asshole"

"K, fine."

A few moments later bakugo knocked on ythe door and you sprinted quietly towards it, you opened the door halways so he wouldn't see your bloodied arms.

"Here ya go, take the the bandages, but why do ya even need it in the first place"

"Oh uhm, something happened at training today, it's nothing serious but my "wound" opened up again, but anyways thanks for the bandages!"

He frowned and made a "tch" sound before he turned on his heels and walked away. You rolled your eyes before closing the door. You gathered all the things you needed to clean and bandage the scars.

First you put some water on a few cotton pads and softly wiped the bleeding cuts with it, then you grabbed a pair of wipes and carefully wiped of the water. Finally you picked up the bandage roll and cut off a small piece, you carefully wrapped it around your arms.

After everything was done you cleaned up everything around you, washing away the drops of blood on the floor and changing into your night clothes.

You checked your phone before placing it on your night table and pulling the blanket over your body.

Hours passed and soon sunlight beams became vissible shining strongly throught the curtains. You woke up and groaned as you sat up and rubbed your eyes, your memory refreshing as you thought about how much damage you did yesterday.

You raised your arm as a sudden pain stung you, you whinced and groaned as you shut your eyes closed. A sight left your mouth as you stood up and walked towards your closet, you grabbed your uniform and walked towards the bathroom to change.

When you were done you did light makeup look with mascara, lipgloss and a tiny bit of blush. You smiled at your outfilt, you put your books in your bag and made sure you looked fine before heading downstairs to eat breakfast.

When you arrived downstairs you saw some of your classmates already sitting around a table, they shoot you a glance and waved at you to come closer. You took quicks steps towards them and sat down next to mina.

"Hey girl! What took ya so looooong, it was getting boring without you"

She said as she took a bite out of her cereal earning a chuckle from you.

"Sorry sorry! I guess I lost track of time, I promise!"

"Hmmm, are ya sure you weren't making out with bakugo or something like that"

She smirked as the people around you quickly widened their eyes and shoot bakugo and you a glance. Your mouth widened and your eyes raised, bakugo quickly looked at mina and shot her a big frown, IIda's eyes looked like they were gonna pop out if his scull, momo put a hand on her mouth and sero smiled playfully.

"WHAT THE HELL RACOON EYES"

"H-HUH"

"Oh god"

"THAT IS HIGHLY INAPPROPIATE"

Your cheeks flushes with a red tint and you quickly tried to change the topic of the talk.

"That didn't happen, I promise!"

"Hmmm, fine fine I belive you but next time I'll catch you"

"You sure will"

You said while chuckling.

A few minutes later you checked the watch on your wrist, a few minutes left before class was starting. You put your breakfast in your backpack before rising up from your seat.

As you took some steps you heard mina say your name

"Y/n? Why didn't you eat your lunch, you didn't even take one bite"

She asked with a confusing look on her face.

"Oh uhm, im not really hungry right now, feeling a little nauseous so just might wait til dinner"

Katsuki took a notice in this but didn't say anything as he watched and listened to your conversation with the pink haired girl.

"Oh okay, hope you get better, we better get going to class too, mind if we walk with you to class?

"I don't"

You smiled as you watched her and the others stand up, throwing away the remains of the breakfast in the trash before following you to class.

Some hours later you're in your fourth period, your scars itched and were begging to get itched. Your brows furrowed in irritation, your homeroom teacher, shota aizawa took a notice in how your brows had furrowed in almost each period.

He walked to your desk and bent down with his hands on each side of the table.

"L/n what's wrong, and don't you dare say nothings wrong because I've noticed your face rhythms so tell me"

You looked up at his sharp face studying your every move.

"Uhm, nothings wrong what do you mean"

"L/n."

He stated strongly, "don't you lie to me"

"I'm fine, don't you worry"

He grabbed your arm before watching you whince and groan as you pulled your arm back in a fast motion holding it with your other arm.

He slowly pulled his arm back and looked at it.

"Why did you-" He stopped talking when he noticed something red spilled under your left arms hem.

You widened your eyes and swallowed your saliva, watching his eyes following your gaze. You hid your arm under the desk as you waited for a reaction.

"L/n, let me see" he spoke in a dark tone as his eyes darkened.

Your lips shivered as you shook your head, you didn't have time to react before he snatched your arm back and pulled your shirt around the arm back.

He stopped when he had pulled it away, looking at the cuts around your arms. Some were small, other were looking like a normal cut you would get from getting scratched from a cat or something like that, but what really worried aizawa was the three very big cuts bleeding on the top of your arm near the elbow.

"What the h-hell" he stuttered, his eyes wide.

"Tell me what happened right now, i know damn well this injury didn't happen during training"

Your throat got dry and you struggled to find the words to explain and make up a new lie.

"TELL ME RIGHT NOW"

Aizawa shouted as you flinched and turned your head away, other students heads turned your way and looked worried for Mr Aizawa's outburst.

They locked eyes with where aizawa's were staring and many eyes widened, including bakugos,

It dripped a little more than a normal cuts would bleed, plus an injury couldn't make so many cuts in different places.

"Y/n..."

Bakugo said your name slowly as he raised up from his desk, his normal grin or smirk replaced by an angry-worried expression.

He slowly walked towards you.

Shit, this wasn't supposed to happen.

TBC?

[luimagines]

Still a shy poodle, but I wanted to share a WIP that I'm not sure I'll ever post.

Imagine reader joins the chain and Legend takes a liking to them. He isn't in denial, he absolutely knows he's crushing, but every time he catches himself looking at them or daydreaming about them he feels a flash of guilt because he can't let go of Marin. So he pushes his affection down deep and keeps them at arms length at all time.

Then they get hurt. He saw it happen. A lizalfos got behind them, and they didn't notice in time. He watched in horror as they fell, bleeding profusely from the head. Their body limp as they went unconscious. He yelled for Hyrule, as he sprinted to their side. Rage and guilt filling him as he fought the monster.

With nothing left to kill, he turned to them; adrenaline burning hot through his veins. Hyrule and Four were hovering over them, and a fairy danced around their head, frantically trying to mend your skull. Their eyes remained closed, body unmoving, except the shallow rise and fall of their chest.

Why? Why weren't they waking up. He didn't realize he was shouting until Warriors pulled him away; shaking his shoulders and telling him to calm down.

"There's nothing more to do than wait," Warriors told him. "It's on them now." Warriors looked at him with sympathy; having guessed the Vet's feelings long ago.

Legend wouldn't leave their side. He needed them to wake up. He begged Hylia, the three and any other being he could think of. "Please, please grant me this one thing. Let them come back."

Two days later they woke up. Confused and dazed the chain agreed that they were in no condition to move yet. Legend volunteered to stay with them, as the others got supplies. He refused to leave them alone, but he had no idea what to say after he had pushed them away for so long, but the silence was killing him, so he hesitantly called their name; pretending to be just checking up on them.

Still dazed they gave him a tired smile and a thumbs up. Legend smiled a little. "I'm glad you're okay," he said, softly. Almost too soft for you to hear.

They laughed. "Well the pretty redhead said Link needed me, so if course I had to be okay."

Link rolled his eyes. "Malon is going to be upset that a little hit to the head made you forget her name." Was it okay to joke about now that they knew they'd be alright? "Maybe lead with pretty if it gets brought up."

"I know who Malon is, Legend." Their grin grew a little dreamy. "No, the pretty redhead in the blue dress." Legend's heart nearly stopped. "She held me, told me you needed me still, but she'd hold and sing for me until I was ready."

Legend stopped breathing as you hummed a song that had haunted him for so long. He didn't realize he'd gotten up until he was right beside them. Didn't realize his own intentions until he put an arm around you, returning the dazed smile with a slightly watery one. He hummed the ballad until they fell asleep.

For the briefest moment as he looked up, he could have sworn he saw a flash of red and thought he heard a familiar voice on the wind telling him to hold the person in his arms close. Legend let his guilt wash away like the tears falling to the earth.

-🐩

Oh snap!

I like this a lot! What an interesting concept. Given what I was expecting, I too initially thought that mentioning Malon was a slip of the fingers. XD

I went back to see if I missed them being at Lon Lon until it made more sense in my head. I got it now.

Legend better let himself feel for Reader whole heartedly now. They held on just for him. Time to reciprocate now! >:D

[walkingaroundlostandconfused]

OMFG. MATE. I GENUINELY THINK YOU’VE GOT SOME SUPER FUCKING POWER THAT JUST WRITES OUT SOMETHING THAT JUST FEELS SO RIGHT AND IS SO RIGHT. kind of like deconstructing a dish and being like wow? this was an ingredient in the dish??? it makes so much fucking sense and makes the whole dish taste even better. (haha i think i’m hungry, sorry for this, metaphor ??)

and also, not the shade on the Takemichi Harem xD !! they’d be coming for you for that comment (but you’re not wrong..)

That is nothing but the truth !!!!!!

i don’t know anybody else other than Take who deserves that life though, man’s been through hell and back to secure that future but i dont doubt the fact thatd he do all of that again, if he had to.

I know i’ve mentioned Take’s loss count / losing but really at the end of the day it’s a win-win situation, just a “setback” which is really a step forward to that future, even if it meant getting his face beat to a pulp, beyond recognition sometimes, to different shades of purple and etc. all of that didn’t matter in comparison of a future where all of his closest are happy and alive. There was something much greater out there than a Hanagaki bleeding out in some bumfuck alley, something that he HAD to cement in.

and I admire that so much about him.. sigh. WORLD, I LOVE TAKEMICHI!!!

“ They can't take his eyes off of him. At the same time, they can't show that they care TOO MUCH because that's like weird”

Hahwjwiwjejiwuwjwoejwkenrmrkfic

God they’re so stupid, i adore them. Oohh you want him so bad it makes you look stupid.. Do they even know? smh. It feels like their body just moves on its own when it comes to Takemichi, distancing themselves from Hanagaki won’t work because i know damn well their heart is leading them to the opposite direction / right back to Take. Although i doubt they’d be letting someone like Takemichi out of their grasp, again in some cases.

I’ve got like a special place in my heart reserved just for pathetic Harem. How could the whole world fit in someone so small ?

And I’d be absolutely fucking lying if i said I wasn’t grinning like an idiot while reading your last reply ! You’ve really got me in a chokehold with Harem Takemichi haha.

Ahhhh and i’ve yapped… apologies xd.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts!

You are coming after my heart. Calm down! (and now i'm hungry too... sigh... better go write another chapter while I'm at it)

BUT BROOOO THOOOO. I am such a sappy romantic at heart, and I LOVE the thought that these guys make all these USELESS promises to themselves. My favorite go-to writing stuff is that these STUPID BOIS with their UNCONTROLLABLE emotions, get JUST enough sense to be like "omg i'm the smart one between us" and then and there, swearing up and down that they would do whatever/whenever if it meant Takemichi's safety and happiness. I have such a long and stupid list of headcannons that have NO basis in reality that for all their stupid vows and cumbersome promises that they made no one but themselves. (I have one where Draken swears on the scar on Takemichi's hand, barely as long as his ring finger and as heavy as his life, something something most definitely platonic)

Idk i personally love the thought that they wear their own scars with pride but when they see what Takemichi carries, they get all quiet, guilty, grumpy, nicer to him. ESP when they get older, like a bunch of feral, abused street cats that warm up and grow old with their stupid but genuinely lovely owner (i have some isekai-slave-harem story somewhere where this plays out in less human-rights-friendly way).

I AM SUCH a SUCKER for ships that have COMPLETELY redefined what's "normal" and acceptable and everyone else is shocked and almost appalled because there is NOTHING normal about that. (I already wrote one with an outside POV but it's NOT ENOUGH. I WANT MORE)

(But I also love love it when they are fully aware. They know, and they still do it. They have lived life without Takemichi, and the pain of living with him is SO MUCH better than without. I NEED it.)

I can NOT stop the stupid. I can only write it and wonder how someone could be so stupid. I often look upon them and wonder if stupidity is infectious. It brings me such great joy. It also deeply concerns me.

These asks have brought out some child-like wonder and joy inside of me. The itch to go and write something gets stronger. I feel like I can't do it justice in this cramped ask-box. I need to write a fic haha. idk what im going to write, but i'm going to be writing soon hehe

[katyspersonal]

So, Ymir was full of shit or rather, lost his marbles! I've made some more SOTE progress!

1) So, first I was exploring the various corners I've missed (again, Val's advice since I was despairing to do anything but 'important' points gvghgb) Went in order!

2) I killed the second big red horned bear in this game! And before that, killed two Rune Bears with some success..? Still got hit hard, but I am finally learning to dodge roll properly! Most of it is rolling in, not away x)

It dropped an incantation that is like those dragon head ones.. but like, bear head one gfhhhg And there was another variant of Brave Set nearby (the clothes of bear-hunters)

3) Coincidentally, the very next guy was using this same incantation! It was sending a series of roars that knock the person off! AND he was in the last Mausoleum that I did want to find very much!

AND he also was a Redmane!! They have so many distinct friends of Radahn in this DLC xD

4) The next one was a forge and I was done with running across them orange woods. This is when I finally realized that the big rocky guys needed to be hit while back turned, in the weak spot on their backs, whereas I've been hitting them in the front this whole time... :^)

5) This guy would later become important:

So, they just freeze eventually? It kind of seems like eventual fate of all rock creatures I guess, since they can't age. There are Ancient Dragons in Farum Azula who are just walls now for one

I instantly had a feeling that this would be a good summon seeing how much damage and defence those guys had, and hoooo boy was I right!!

6) OKAY SO I finally did it! @fareehaandspaniards REJOYCE!!! Basically Metyr and Fingers predate Elden Ring/Beast, because it also was a shooting star and Metyr was the first:

I struggled with this boss as you remember, and wasn't even trying to go without summons but just couldn't find the right ones xd THIS guy though staggered her like two times letting me do critical, and lasted ungodly amount of time (until magic attack blasted him since rocks are wear to magic in this game)! But he was SO helpful?

So it was this guy causing ungodly stagger and me stabbing bleed with Mohg's spear jfghyj I also finally realized to NOT, no matter what, get myself caught on the side of her body 🙄 That attack with rapidly moving fingers from her side is NOT survivable nghgf If anyone here makes the same mistake: don't, just always face her.. face, lol

7) Also my idea confirmed! When I first saw this location, all watery and the giant "tubes" going from here to "above", I saw it like the giant fingers so it is some hammerspace version of womb water! Turned out the grace of this place marks location as Finger Birthing Grounds, so yeah!

8) My instant reflex was to go back to Manus Metyr! ...and I got attacked when I had hands full of runes because I forgot to spend them after the boss 🤡 I didn't die, but NEVER forget to level up lol

Jolan first attacked me as an invader, saying we've hurt Ymir so much that he now wished our death, and then Ymir was there as a boss (thankfully a weak one). ?? I was just sitting here like "wait a second, the whole operation was your idea?" because Ymir gave me the map here?

9) So, I started to think about it and recalling what happened before. His last map was captioned "May you join the glimmering stars above" which was sinister, but so was he so I didn't give it an extra thought back then! Now it does seem like he intended for us to not survive that encounter, like same sacrifice thing as with "meeting" Rykard, but there was more

Back when Anna attacked us, I assumed she was sort of enemy. I did tell Jolan about it, but her dialogue was vague:

I interpreted it as Anna getting on the way and Jolan implying that she will or will not kick her ass depending on what Ymir says. But oh boy, seems like I was wrong.. When you kill Anna, the text 'RECUSANT VANQUISHED' appears; the term reserved for Tarnished that hunt other Tarnished! So, knowing that Anna habitually kills people (her own?), and knowing that I was not supposed to kill Metyr despite being sent directly to her, Jolan's reaction to us telling about Anna can be seen as: 'Damn, I started to really like you, but turns out that Ymir wants to sacrifice you (?) and I can't speak against him so pretend that my ally did not try to kill you, okay? :/' but I wasn't aware just HOW right I was!

10) Turned out that Jolan also had the decision split between Iris of Grace (gives Spirit Ashes) and Iris of Occultation (gives her weapon)! Like it was with Queelign! Damn, they made SURE that people either replay this DLC or talk with other players for full lore x) Respect!

11) ALSO turned out that this whole time, there was a secret way to drop atop of the upper section of Rabbath Rise from Shaman Village, where you find a person in the same set sitting in the same fashion as inactive puppets of Seluvis! And it was ANNA, that we could combine with Ashes of Jolan!

frail and WHAT? AND WHAT gdghhgh The text didn't fit, oh my god!!

I asked Val about it, the missing word was 'and pliant'.

12) I also asked him about the 'doll' part, because by all means it should have been 'puppet'! He confirmed that it IS the same term in original because he was confused too and checked earlier: 'doll' here is 傀儡, and is the same used for Puppets in the main game. So, obviously, they were trying to save the letters space! And still failed... XD

13) So, yes, a totally normal thing for Carians to do! Granted, Nox were the ones who started the Puppet dids, but Carians are basically infamous for making Puppets, which Ymir is!

That makes it apparent that Anna attacked us due to him wanting it :^) I assume we were supposed to be food for Metyr, because since he lost his shit over her death he needed her for something. The power to bring Yuri back to life, I suppose.

This made me wonder whether Jolan herself was a puppet? We don't know whether they can still talk and think from the base game, maybe they can! What we do know is that puppets will attach spiritually attach to the master and unquestionably do their bidding (which Jolan does), that they are crafted through blue star shards thus uniting their fates since blue stars control fates of humans (and Ymir and Jolan do affectionately call each other their stars), and that a puppet can be given to someone else despite who made it (since Seluvis can gift his and we now can use Anna).

Jolan is not referred to as a puppet, so maybe her devotion and dependence bordering insanity happened to be her true feelings and not some magic (yet it wasn't the case for Anna, apparently...).. But interesting thing to consider. (LOL I can SEE Ymir simps jumping at me and asking how the heck Jolan's behavior is supposedly magic and not normal reaction gfggnfhhg)

14) Turned out that Ymir's clothes can be altered into... this:

15) I also checked at the Roundtable Hold, for more Metyr lore:

I already read that Greater Will stopped communicating with her, but interesting information! Besides.. the staff to cast sorceries AND incantations sounds SUPER useful! No more switching between seals and staffs xD

The second weapon is simply Metyr's head that mentions there is an eye at the center of it. Yes, I could tell from getting blasted with lasers hfhhjj

16) Also I don't have pictures space left, but if you collect everything like I do, don't forget to check Yuri's grave for a sorcery after Ymir is defeated!

[medusapelagia]

Girls' Night [NSFW]

First of all a HUGE thanks to @dragonflylady77 that's the was super quick in beta reading this! And... this is my first wlw fic so I hope it's not a total disaster XD!

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Stevie Harrington/Billie Hargrove WT: wlw, genderbending, enemies to lovers, modern AU, college AU, roommates, strap on, cunnilingus, Billie uses pet names for Stevie, Billie is Stevie's gay awakening, fingers sucking Words: 6444

tagging those who were interested ;): @romeren, @idkevenknowwhattoput, @womp-womp-waa, @nikkitheseance

@akichania, @kiraixi, @bbygirlbilly @katyawriteswhump, @darleenjade

Read here or on AO3

Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

God, her mom always said she wasn’t the brightest girl and she was right, as always.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The air is freezing and she’s walking around in a super short dress and high heels because Jonathan was supposed to drive her to the party, which he did, and drive her back, which he didn’t. Yeah, because Miss Stephanie Harrington, the richest girl on campus, managed to be dumped by the charity case Jonathan Byers, during a party, in front of half the college’s students. And to make things even worse, in front of Billie Hargrove and her boyfriend Tommy Hagan. The same Tommy that followed Stevie around for years.

Not that she’s jealous of Tommy. She never liked him, she’s fucking jealous of Billie.

Yeah, because, as if it wasn’t enough that Stevie’s personal life was wrecked in front of everyone, it should have happened in front of the hottest and cleverest girl in the entire school, the same one who sleeps on the other side of her room: Billie Hargrove.

Fuck.

Crossing her arms around her chest to warm herself a bit, Stevie keeps walking down the deserted street while she replays the entire night in her head again and again, trying to understand where she fucked up so badly. She asked her boyfriend to go to a stupid college party, what’s wrong with that? Would it have killed Jonathan to go to a party for once? She always went with him to see all those boring niche films with subtitles and never once she complained, but the one time she asked him to come with her, and he begrudgingly agreed to come, the night ended up with him accusing her of being too mundane and careless about the world, and then he left her at a party, alone, in high heels and clothes far too light for going home on foot. She should have probably called an Uber, but she felt too humiliated, and when Billie stepped toward her, looking at her with a mix of astonishment and compassion, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and she just fled like a thief.

That's how she found herself walking alone, at night, trying to get back to the dorm. Stevie's still deep into her thoughts when one of her heels gets stuck in a manhole. Perfect. Just fucking perfect. She tries to free herself, pulling her stuck foot free, but she loses her balance and falls onto the pavement, scratching her knee. For a moment her brain freezes, occupied with trying to understand how liking designer dress and an alternative guy brought her to sit on the ground, holding her bleeding knee and crying out loud like she broke a leg.

It’s just a scratch, Stevie should grab the fucking shoes and walk back to the dorm, but the world is ending right here and there, her heart is broken in so many pieces she feels she’ll never be able to fix it, and even if her leg isn’t broken, her knee hurts badly and it’s bleeding, and she doesn’t even have a fucking tissue because she chose a bag so small it barely fits her phone and her keys. She wipes her eyes, wondering how terrible she was in a previous life to be treated like this in this one.

Her mom never liked her. Stevie's legs are too long and muscular, her chest is too big, her smile is too wide, and she's not feminine enough for her mom’s liking. And her boyfriend dumped her because she’s too dumb to understand that her designer clothes are made by a brand that employs child labor in Bangladesh, wherever that stupid country is. And every lesson she’s attending is so fucking complicated that she spends all her time with books and tutors. But no matter how hard she tries to study and to make new friends, she’s always the rich girl whose father’s name is engraved on the new wing of the campus. And she’s definitely not living up to the expectations.

A car passes by, stops a few feet from her. After a few moments of awkward silence, the driver puts the car in reverse and stops right at Stevie’s side. The girl tries to avoid making eye contact with whoever might be in the car, she's already in deep shit and doesn't need to add being kidnapped to the list of bad things that happened today, but the voice that comes from the car sounds awfully familiar. 

“Harrington? Are you ok?”

God no. Please no. Everything but not this.

“Hey? Did you drink too much? Do you want me to drive you back to campus?”

“I’m fine,” Stevie replies, her eyes pinned on the pavement in front of her, trying desperately to maintain a little bit of dignity.

“Harrington, you’re sitting on the pavement, you’re bleeding and your lips are blue. Get in the car. Come on.” The blond woman in the car leans toward the passenger seat to open the passenger’s car door. When Stevie doesn’t move, she smirks, “I’m not going to bite you.”

“As if I care about that. Where’s Tommy?”

“I dumped him.”

“You what?” Stevie asks, turning toward her.

“Oh, Stevie…” the woman sighs, almost with sympathy. “Come on. Get in the car. It's fucking freezing and you’re dressed like a…”

“Like a slut. Thanks. I know. Jon already told me.”

“I was going to say like a princess, but that's not important. Get inside. Please.”

Stevie stares at Billie for the longest time. They have been roommates for two years and she never heard her use the word please. Not even once in two years. 

She tilts her head up to stop the tears, as her mother taught her, even if her makeup is already ruined, and gets up, limping a little before getting in the car and slamming the door closed just to piss Billie off. The other girl glowers at her and when she reaches out with her hand toward Stevie, the brunette instinctively flinches, moving closer to the door to avoid getting hit, but Billie is just turning on the heating.

“I don’t punch women, Harrington. Not even the bratty one who tries to damage my precious baby.” 

“Sorry.”

“You’re fine,” Billie replies, her eyes on the street.

The air quickly warms up and Stevie lets out a little satisfied moan.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” she replies, still looking out of the window, “Thank you for picking me up, and sorry about the door.”

“What happened to your knee?”

“I fell.”

Billie turns toward her with a soft smile. “I get that, babydoll, I was wondering how bad it hurts.”

“Not too bad. But I need a tissue to stop the bleeding.”

“My bag is in the back, grab it, there should be a packet of tissue somewhere.”

“Your bag?”

Billie turns toward her confused. “Did you hit your head too, Harrington? Should I drive you to the hospital?”

Shaking her head, Stevie takes the bag from the back, staring at it for a long time before daring to open it and look inside. The bag is the most precious possession a woman has, it contains all her secrets, but Billie doesn’t seem to worry at the idea that Stevie will snoop around in her bag, so she roots around until she finds a little orange packet of tissues and takes one out to dab the cut on her knee. She hisses a little, cleaning the cut from the dirt.

“We should disinfect it as soon as we get back to the dorm.”

“We?”

Billie snorts. “I’m quite used to patching up people. Especially myself.”

“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot you are on the boxing team.”

“Yeah, that’s why.” Billie chuckles, and Stevie stares at her in confusion, feeling that there’s something she’s missing and feeling too dumb to understand what that is. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Billie winks, before pointing at her bag. “Would you mind getting me a cigarette and lighting it up for me?”

“Lighting it up for you?”

“I’m driving, if you hadn’t noticed, I would prefer to avoid getting into an accident because I was trying to light up a cigarette, so what do you say?”

Stevie nods sheepishly. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course, Billie needs help lighting the cigarette. The fact is that Stevie isn’t really a smoker. She smoked some weed a couple of times with Jonathan, but cigarettes aren’t really her thing. Pretending to know what she’s doing, she gets a cigarette from a crumpled packet, holds it between her lips, clicks a silver zippo open, and breathes in while the cigarette starts to burn. And she immediately starts to cough, holding the cigarette between her fingers.

Billie bursts out in a loud laugh while she grabs the cigarette from Stevie's trembling fingers. “Let me guess, not really a smoker, huh? I should have known. It’s not good for polite girls like you to hold something in their mouth, huh?”

“Fuck you! I just don’t like it,” Stevie replies, still coughing.

“There’s a bottle of water in my bag.”

“Who the fuck are you? Mary Poppins?”

Billie lifts an eyebrow, dragging some smoke with deep calculated breaths before lowering the car window and putting her hand out to keep the cigarette out of the car. “I like to be prepared,” she simply states, while she keeps smoking and Stevie can’t avoid thinking that Billie’s lips are exactly where her own were a moment before, and when Billie turns toward her, she catches Stevie staring at her lips. 

“You sure you don’t need to go to a hospital? You seem a little bit out of it.”

“I’m fine.”

Billie gives her a crooked smile. “Yeah. Obviously. That’s why I had to pick you up from the fucking street, crying like a toddler.” 

“Fuck you! You didn’t have to! And if it pisses you off so much, pull over and I’ll get back on foot.”

“With those shoes? Those are inappropriate weapons, not a way to walk.”

“They complement my dress beautifully!” Stevie snarls.

“Your legs complement that dress beautifully,” Billie says, and for once it doesn't sound like a snarky comment. "But you would look hot even wearing a trash bag. I’m merely suggesting that you don’t want to jog back home in high heels, especially since one is broken.”

Stevie stares at her shoes and realizes that, when she fell, the heel broke. The red sole of the Louboutin seems to mock her. Those stupid shoes cost a fortune and they broke on the worst night of her life. Great. Absolutely great.

If only she hadn’t insisted on going to that stupid party.

“It’s all my fault.” She sighs, covering her eyes with her hands when she feels her eyes burning, “I shouldn’t have insisted.”

Billie scoffs but doesn't reply.

“I knew Jonathan hates to party. But I insisted. I wanted to go to a fucking college party! And for what? To be humiliated and dumped in front of everyone and walk my fucking walk of shame? Great job, Stevie. You aren’t even able to keep a stupid boyfriend. Mom will be so fucking proud of you.”

“Jonathan was an asshole, but he’ll think twice before doing something similar to another girl. I’m sure it is not enough to heal your bruised ego but trust me when I say he’s pretty bruised too.”

Turning to stare at Billie, Stevie notices that the skin of her knuckles is broken. “What have you done?”

“Gave him a lesson in gallantry,” Billie replies, taking another deep drag from her cigarette.

“You didn't have to.”

“Why not? He was an asshole. He treated you like garbage. You always followed him around like a faithful puppy. Whatever he wanted to do you were on board, and the only time you asked him to do something you wanted to do, he acted horrified because you wore the wrong designer dress? Fuck him. If he really cared about child labor, he would have said something before, maybe even told you about which brand to avoid or not. The truth is that he knows shit and he doesn’t give a fuck, all he wants is to show the others he cares about the environment when he drives a car that pollutes more than a fucking plant.”

“Why are you so angry? He just… He…”

“He treated you like shit in front of everyone! That’s why I’m so angry!” Billie snaps.

“You treat me like shit every single day,” Stevie replies with a self-deprecating smile.

“I don’t. I’m not all cotton candy and pink clouds like you, and I might not be the most effusive person on the planet, but I respect you and I would have never treated you like he did. Why the fuck did you get into a relationship with someone like him? He doesn’t get you! All he cared about was shaping you like he wanted and showing the world he could change you, and that’s horrible. You’re your own person. You have your tastes and your ideas! That’s what makes you!” Billie complains, punching the steering wheel.

“Why are you so angry? It’s not like he did something to you.”

“Because he did it to you!” Billie growls. “And you are my roommate.” she quickly adds.

Stevie looks at Billie with confusion, she never thought they were so close that Billie might have gotten upset at the idea of her being mistreated by her boyfriend, but Billie doesn’t explain herself, so Stevie tries to change the subject. “What happened between you and Tommy?”

“That fucking asshole? He told me I was fucking crazy for punching Jonathan in the face, and I told him that if he liked him so much he could fuck him instead of me. Not that it was a great loss anyway, he definitely has no idea where the clitoris is and his sexual prowesses are way worse than he tries to sell you.”

“Why were you in a relationship with him if you despised him so much?”

Billie lifts an eyebrow, taking her time before answering, “My father. Tommy’s family is rich and well known, nothing better for his waste of a daughter.” Billie then takes a turn so sharp that Stevie’s body gets dragged toward Billie’s, and for a moment her shoulder bumps into Billie’s arm.

“Sorry,” Stevie mutters, trying to grab the handle inside the passenger door.

“My fault. I was going too fast.”

“You like to drive fast.” 

“I do. I love the adrenaline. I used to dream of becoming a Formula One driver when I was a kid. But guess what? I’m a fucking woman. So my father signed me up for ballet classes. Ballet. Me. Can you imagine?”

Billie’s tights are massive, and Stevie can’t really imagine her on her toes dancing the Nutcracker.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For your father. I know what it means to have someone that forces you to be different from what you are. I have been on a diet since I was a kid. I was always too much. Too big. Too tall. Too strong. Too noisy. Nothing I did was good enough for my mom. I played volleyball for years but my passion is basketball.” Stevie says, wrapping a lock of hair around her fingers. “Jonathan was the first choice I made on my own. Mom hated him from the first moment I told her about him, but I wanted to try something different. A man dedicated to doing something for the planet seemed like a good option. And maybe I even thought that he wasn’t going to leave me because where else would he have found another dumb rich girl? But it seems that he really didn’t care about the money.”

Billie reaches out and takes Stevie’s hand, “I’m sorry babydoll. He’s an asshole and he doesn't deserve you.”

“That’s what my Nonna used to say, but I’m starting to think that if no one deserves me, maybe that’s really something wrong with me. Why am I like this? Why can't I be like the other girls? I would pay good money to be just the rich dumb bitch everyone thinks I am… but I have feelings and I can’t hide them.”

“It’s a good thing, Stevie. You really care about people. I like that.”

“Yeah? Well, I fucking hate it. People step on my heart like it’s nothing and I just keep smiling politely, begging them to take another piece of my soul, and then I’m left with holes everywhere.”

“You need to find the right person. They’ll fill all your holes, and not only the one in your soul.” Billie winks, throwing the cigarette butt out of the window.

“You’re so gross,” Stevie replies, blushing.

Billie chuckles, parking the car, and getting to Stevie’s side before she can’t even open the door. “Do you think you can walk to the dorm or do you need me to carry you?”

“I can walk! It’s just a scratch!” 

Billie hums and puts Stevie’s arm around her shoulders and the two of them limp toward the dorm. Luckily, they don’t meet anyone in the parking lot or in the corridors, and when they finally get back to their room, Stevie plops on her bed with a loud moan, but her relief is short-lived because Billie drags her toward the edge of the bed, a red emergency kit in her hands. She takes a chair and gently lifts Stevie’s calf, putting Stevie’s foot on her leg.

“It’s not too bad. We just have to clean it with some antiseptic and put a nice tight bandage on it. No doggy style for at least a week.” Billie winks, holding Stevie’s foot when she tries to escape from her tight grip.

“Not that I have anyone to have sex with anyway,” Stevie replies, blushing even more.

“You never know. I’m sure that as soon as the campus finds out that you are single, there will be a line out of our door.”

“I doubt that. Everyone saw how stupid I was.”

“Everyone saw how rude Jonathan was. You were just having some fun,” Billie retorts, cleaning the cut with some peroxide pads. When Stevie hisses, Billie lowers her head and gently blows on the broken skin. “Better?”

Stevie doesn’t trust her voice so she nods, remaining as still as she can.

“Such a good patient. I might give you a lollipop once we are done,” Billy replies when she starts to wrap her knee.

“I don’t need it. It’s just a scratch.”

“Who’s the doctor?”

“No one? You’re no doctor!” Stevie chuckles.

“Fine, smartass, I’m no doctor, but I’m sure I have cleaned more cuts than you. So shut up and let me work my magic, okay?”

Stevie nods, feeling a little cramp in her stomach. The good kind of cramp. The kind she gets when she feels excited. Billie’s warm hands are gentle and softer than she thought.

“So no more Tommy, Stevie murmurs.

“No more Tommy.”

“You don’t look desperate.”

“Because I’m not. I already have eyes on someone else, and now that they are single too, I might even get my chance.”

“Oh… were they in a relationship?”

“Yeah. A shitty one.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Well, I wish you luck. Whoever they are, they'll be lucky to have you.”

“Do you really think so? I’m not exactly a catch. I work three minimum wage jobs to pay for my studies and I have a bad temper.”

“You don’t have a bad temper.” 

Billie quirks an eyebrow.

“Ok, you have a bad temper. But you’re not a bad person. You’re just passionate.”

“Passionate? I like that.” Billie chuckles, lifting Stevie’s foot, but then she stops, looking at the other girl in the eyes, holding the ball of her foot.

“Billie?” Stevie asks, trembling.

Without breaking eye contact, Billie bends down and kisses the sole of her foot and Stevie’s stomach cramps again.

“What… what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“You… you kissed my foot.”

“I did. And I would like to kiss more of you. Would you like that?”

Stevie never thought about it, but now that Billie is sitting between her legs, staring at her with her icy blue eyes, all she can think about is that she would like it very much. But Billie is a girl, and they shouldn’t.

“Are you gay?” Stevie asks, biting her lips. She has seen Billie walking around with girls before but never suspected that she was gay. And she had Tommy.

“Bi. And if you want it, I’d like very much to fuck you.” Billie replies, harsh and honest as she always is, and Stevie feels a familiar warmth move from her stomach to the folds between her legs.

“What? How?”

“There are ways. Many ways. Do you know that black box I asked you not to touch? It might contain a few toys. And my strap-on.”

“Your… oh god. Oh god. You have…  Did you… Did you fuck someone in our room?” Stevie asks, covering her mouth as if those words were too much for her.

“Of course I did, Stevie. How could I not? I have lived two years with you: a fucking goddess, sleeping on the other side of my room! There’s only a finite amount of masturbation you can enjoy before starting to need something more. And I wanted and needed something more. Something I never dared to ask you. But tonight, when you looked at me in the car, I felt it. I felt the electricity. Tell me, am I wrong, Stevie?”

No, she’s not. Stevie’s sex is throbbing with excitement.

Staring with no shame at Stevie's pink thong, Billy murmurs, “Your thong is soaked, baby. Do you want me to do something about it?”

Stevie tries to cover herself with her hands, both aroused and ashamed at the surprising turn the night has taken. Less than an hour ago, she was crying on the pavement, and now Billie is looking at her with hunger and desire, and Stevie really doesn't know what to do. And there’s her little problem too. The one she’s never told anyone.

“I... I can’t.” she mutters, and Billie tilts her head in confusion.

“What do you mean, you can’t?”

“I… I can’t come. Okay? I’m… I’m broken. And you’ll get bored and then you’ll be mean to me, and we still have two years to spend together and…”

Billie gently lays Stevie’s foot on the ground and sits next to her, grabbing her chin and turning her head toward herself, “What are you saying?”

“I have… Jonathan said I should have gone to see a doctor because I’m not normal. I… have never… not even alone,” Stevie tries to explain.

“Let me get this right: the shitty boyfriend who publicly humiliated you, told you that you have some kind of illness because you never had an orgasm?”

“Yeah…”

“Should have punched him even harder,” Billie mutters, her piercing blue eyes fixed Steve’s caramel ones. “The only problem you have is a boyfriend too selfish to dedicate enough time to your necessities. I’m sure we can fix this. And even if we can’t, I don’t care, okay? I’ll keep going down on you until you’ll beg me to stop. And if you are into it, I will keep going even then. I want to bury my head between your thighs, hold you open with my fingers, and eat you out until you’re screaming in pleasure. But first, I’d like to kiss you.”

Stevie loves kisses, but Jonathan never took enough time to kiss her, his kisses were sloppy and quick. Not an appetizer, just something he wanted to get rid of quickly.

“I’d love to kiss you. Can I?” Billie asks again and the only thing Stevie can do is nod.

“Please…”

“You’re made to beg, sweet girl, ideally kneeling at my feet, but this should wait a bit.” Billie chuckles, cradling the back of Stevie’s head before kissing her, nibbling at her lower lip, pulling it with her teeth before releasing it and making it bounce back. Billie cradles Stevie’s face between her hands while exploring her mouth with her tongue, and Stevie tastes the cheap punch in Billie’s mouth. She doesn’t know how long Billie kisses her for, but when she steps back and they lock eyes, she sees that Billie’s flustered and her lips are red from Stevie’s lipstick. 

Studying Billie’s face, Stevie feels hot and needy like she never felt before. Stevie brushes her thumb on Billie’s plump lips and the blond girl quickly catches it and starts to suck it. No one has ever sucked Stevie’s fingers, but the feeling of the rough tongue on her sensitive fingertips makes her shiver, jolting her hips to get some friction.

“You’re so needy. Did Jonathan treat you so badly? Didn’t he know what a treasure he was gifted?” Billie asks, getting closer, and their chests brush against each other, making Stevie shiver. Even under the clothes, Stevie’s nipples are hard and sensitive.

Billie quickly lowers the neckline of Stevie’s dress, freeing one of her rounded tits from the constriction of the expensive garment. Her soft skin has a long indented line made by the seam of her bra. 

“Poor thing. Did it hurt?” Billie asks, smiling like a wolf, “Did the bad bra hurt you? Or did it brush against your nipples just right? Sending shivers down your spine?” The blond girl licks her thumb and then starts to rub at Stevie’s nipple before pinching it hard enough to make Stevie whimper. The dark pink rosebud becomes even darker while Billie licks the long column of Stevie’s neck.

When she finally frees Stevie’s nipple, the girl moans loudly at the feeling of the blood rushing back.

“So sensitive,” Billie praises her, whispering in her ear. “How could Jonathan say that you’re frigid?” She chuckles.. “You’re so wet I could just slide into you and make it my home.” 

A shudder goes through Stevie’s body, while Billie’s right hand drops to Stevie’s knee, brushing gently against the inside of it, before moving up to her inner thigh. Tickling her.

Billie’s hands are calloused but gentle while they pet her, moving slowly but relentlessly toward the top of her legs. When she gets to Stevie’s thong’s elastic band, she stops, making swirls on the sensitive skin that connects her thigh to her sex.

“Is this ok?” Billie asks on Stevie’s lips, and Stevie nods, spreading her legs even further.

In the back of her mind, a voice that sounds like Jonathan’s calls her a slut, but she doesn’t care. Billie has shown her more kindness tonight than Jonathan in a year and a half.

“So needy. You’re so wet, baby. Is this all for me?” Billie whispers, making the words roll on her tongue, purring like a big cat. Or maybe a tiger.

Stevie nods, and her half-closed eyes widen when Billie spreads her labia with her fingers, and the fabric of the thong brushes against Stevie’s swollen clitoris. One finger gently slides under the thong and strokes her opened labia, taking Stevie’s breath away. A few more strokes and then Billie’s finger leaves the warm nest between Stevie’s legs and ends up in Billie’s mouth. Billie sucks on it, looking Stevie in the eyes. It’s so intimate and so hot. Stevie should close those stupid legs and push her away, preserving whatever is left of her honor, but Billie’s looking at her like she was the most succulent meal she had ever had, licking her lips with her pointy tongue. How come Stevie never noticed how pointy her tongue is?

“You taste so good. Can I have more? Pretty please?”

Billie’s tone is clearly mocking, but god, Stevie wants her mouth on her, so she grabs her pink thong and slides it down, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy. 

Grabbing the elastic band with both hands, Billie helps her out of it. 

“You want to lie on the bed for this,” she suggests.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to eat you out for hours, and I don’t want you to get tired. You’re a pillow princess, aren’t you?”

That’s not true. Stevie has put the work in it when needed, but if Billie’s going to worship her, she won’t complain.

She quickly strips off the tight dress she was wearing, revealing a matching bra that is still cupping one of her breasts, while the other is dangling, the pink fabric crumpled under it. With a smooth movement, Billie unhooks her bra, which falls on Stevie’s thighs like a big pink feather.

Billie crawls on the bed, pushing Stevie toward the head of the bed and boxing her head between her elbows.

She stops just a few inches from Stevie’s mouth, waiting for her decision and Stevie doesn’t make her wait for long. She grabs Billie’s hair and yanks her towards herself, taking control of the kiss. If there’s something Stevie can do is kiss, and when Billie lets out a little moan, she feels really satisfied. But her satisfaction doesn’t last long, because Billie frees herself from her tight grip and grabs Stevie’s wrists, pinning her hands above her head.

“Are you going to behave?” Billie asks, “Are you going to keep your hands out of the way, letting me do what I want?”

“Are you going to make me behave?” Stevie asks with a mischievous smile.

Billie’s fingers brush over Stevie’s inner thigh. 

“I know that all this brattiness is just an act. You want to be a good girl. You want to be praised and cared for, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Billie whispers before kissing her again. Just a peck. A gentle brush of lips against lips. “Be good, huh?” she says before diving between Stevie’s legs.

The first touch of Billie’s tongue feels like electricity and Stevie tries to close her legs, but Billie’s broad shoulders prevent her from moving too much. Billie lifts her eyes, staring at Stevie, and her pink tongue flickers again, brushing against Stevie’s clit. Stevie grabs the wooden head of her bed, holding to it to avoid moving her arms.

“Good girl,” Billie praises her, spreading the folds of her sex with her fingers before starting to lap at her again.

Stevie moans at the feeling that has nothing to do with what Jonathan used to do. He used to touch her with no patience, trying to open her quickly and efficiently, while Billie is definitely taking her time. She bites the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, while she penetrates her with a finger, and the sudden sting of pain makes her flinch.

“Sorry, couldn’t hold back,” The blond girl replies, lapping at Stevie again, moving her pointy tongue up and down, side to side, sucking at her swollen clit.

“It’s too much. It’s too much,” Stevie whines, her legs trembling like a newborn deer around Billie’s head. The girl lifts her head just enough to get a good look at Stevie. She’s still holding tight at the head of the bed like a good girl, so Billie keeps going down on her, pumping her fingers inside Stevie’s pussy faster and faster, while Stevie moans gibberish and squeezes her eyes.

That’s what her first orgasms feel like: like it was squeezed out of her, she thinks while all her spasming muscles relax, her hands release the grip on the head of the bed and she melts on the sheets like fresh snow.

Billie keeps fucking her with her fingers through the aftershock of her orgasm, slowly slowing down the pace, then she cleans her mouth with the back of her hand and crawls toward Stevie’s face.

“You ok?” Billie asks softly, her blonde hair curled by the sweat on her forehead.

Stevie nods, unable to talk, and Billie grins. “See? Nothing wrong with you. You orgasmed just fine.”

Stevie slaps her, trying to shut her up, but she’s so uncoordinated that Billie easily stops her hand.

“Do you want to stop or do you want to keep going?”

Keep going? How?

Stevie blushes remembering the comment about the strap-on and her legs shiver.

“Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck you with my dick till you’re a moaning mess?”

Stevie’s cheeks burn while she nods, but she just had the first orgasm of her life and she wants more. She’s greedy like that.

Moving like a cat in the semi-darkness, Billie opens her closet and grabs a black box. Inside there’s a black adaptable harness and a few toys.

“Which one would you like, Princess?” Billie asks, showing her her dildos. Stevie grabs a black one, confused by the little tube on the side.

“That’s for ejaculation,” Billie explains, “Do you want to be filled with my cum?”

It’s so nasty. Girls don’t talk about ejaculation. But Billie is so confident and Stevie is wondering how it would feel for Billie to fill her with her cum, but then her eyes see a purple dildo. Her favorite color. It’s thinner than the black one but longer.

“This one?” Billie asks and Stevie nods quietly. 

“Great choice.” Billie winks, grabbing it and the harness. Billie quickly strips out of her tight jeans and her red shirt, remaining in a pair of red boxers with a huge wet stain on her groin. 

“You did that, baby. Are you proud of yourself?”

Stevie’s mouth feels immediately dry like the Sahara while she stares at the girl,  keeping her boxers on she adjusts her harness and pours a huge quantity of lube on her dick.

“Next time I’ll ask you to make it wet. But I want you on your knees while you suck my dick, so it’ll have to wait. Sadly.” She grins, spreading Stevie’s legs even farther and making herself comfortable between Stevie’s legs one more time. She strokes her dick, brushing it against Stevie‘s hole before starting putting it.

Billie’s dick is hard and a little bit cold, but she definitely knows how to use it. Stevie’s legs instinctively wrap around Billie’s waist, the ball of her feet digging into Billie’s back, urging her closer and closer.

“Just like that. Look how well you’re taking me,” Billie praises her while her dick opens Stevie like a flower.

Once Billie is seated comfortably inside her, she kisses Stevie, deeply and hungrily  before she starts to move. Her pace varies between deep and fast thrusts, and slow and strong ones, in a crescendo that makes them both moan loudly.

“Touch yourself,” Billie begs, “Touch yourself while I fuck you.”

Stevie nods, but instead of sucking her own fingers, she pushes them inside Billie’s devil's mouth and the woman immediately starts to suck them, making them wet with her spit.

Once Stevie starts to touch herself, she’s a goner. A few more trusts and she’s coming, screaming, but Billie quickly puts her lips on Stevie’s mouth, eating every moan directly from the source.

Billy holds her closer and keeps moving inside her while Stevie’s hips jolt against her out of her control.

“Look at you. Not bad for a girl who allegedly can’t come,” Billie whispers, kissing her cheeks.

When the waves of pleasure finally slow down and let her breathe, Stevie asks, “What about you?”

“You don’t have to reciprocate, babydoll. That’s not how it works, even if someone made you think it was,” Billie chuckles.

“What if I… what if I want to?” Stevie murmurs, blushing with embarrassment and biting her lower lip.

“You sure?”

Stevie nods, and Billy smiles.

“You could eat me out if you want to.”

“I… I want to but I have never done it before.”

“I can teach you. Would you like me to tell you what to do?” 

Stevie never nodded so quickly in her life. 

“Okay. Okay. That’s what we are going to do. I’m going to ride your face. We don’t want to hurt that pretty knee of yours, do we?” 

Stevie shakes her head, her eyes wide with excitement, while Billie removes her harness and her soaked boxers.. 

“Stick your pretty tongue out for me,” Billie asks, and Stevie immediately complies.

Billie moves swiftly, getting above Stevie’s face and it’s the first time Stevie sees a pussy that’s not hers so closely. Billie’s is different from hers: first of all, it is surrounded by a mass of blond curls that tickle her face, her labia are longer and pinker than hers and her scent is musky. Stevie can’t wait to taste her first pussy, so she tries to reach out for it.

“Calm down. We don’t want you to strain your neck. I plan on riding your face for a long time,” Billie chuckles, lowering herself onto Stevie’s face. 

As soon as Billie’s sex is within  reachable distance Stevie gives it a first shy lap. The taste on her tongue is metallic and spicy, almost intoxicating, and she laps it again, moaning. 

“You enjoying yourself baby?” Billie asks, with a satisfied smirk. “More?”

“Please.”

“So polite. If I had known that a taste of pussy would make you so soft, I would have hit on you sooner, pretty girl.” The blond woman chuckles. But her laugh quickly turns into a series of soft moans while Stevie keeps lapping at her sex, probing inside with her tongue as if her life depended on it.

Stevie sucks, licks, and nibbles, eager to give pleasure to the woman that just gave her the first two orgasms of her life.

“Stevie…” Billie moans, grinding harder against Stevie’s mouth. 

Stevie grabs Billie’s muscular tights, holding so tight as to leave bruises, keeping her pinned on her face until she feels the other woman squirm in pleasure, her mouth flooded with Billie’s juices.

“Fuck!” Billie moans, collapsing at Stevie’s side. “Not bad.”

“Not bad?” Stevie asks, disappointed, and Billie pinches her chin and turns Stevie’s face towards her.

“Best fuck I had in a long time,” she tells her, looking into her eyes.

“What now?” Stevie asks, feeling unsure.

“Now we clean up and we sleep. And tomorrow we’ll talk,” Billie promises her, and Stevie finds the courage to snuggle up to Billie, kissing her shoulder.

Billie turns around, moving Stevie's head on her chest, just above her beating heart.

“Tired?” she whispers.

“Yeah,” Stevie replies, trying to suffocate a yawn.

“Sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” Billie murmurs into her hair, and Stevie falls asleep with a big smile on her face.

[blackjackkent]

Returning to Basilisk Gate we head towards the sewer entrance to follow up on Jaheira's planned meeting with Nine-Fingers, which is conveniently nearby.

There's a lot of ambient dialogue in the area, mostly Flaming Fist giving trouble to the locals. In one direction, a set of refugees are getting their animals confiscated by Lord Gortash's administration "for the duration of the ongoing emergency". In another, a young woman who a Fist claims "is on the list" has been beaten into unconsciousness by a Steel Watcher in the process of being arrested.

Banter on the way:

Wyll: Mercenary they may be, but Father always demanded discipline from the Flaming Fist. Seems some grew unruly in his absence. Jaheira: Your father made a fine job of polishing them up some - but a sellsword is still a sellsword. They are just following their nature. Wyll: And you think the Harpers are more dutiful? Jaheira: I should hope so - they certainly don't get paid half so well.

XD

All in all, it's not an extremely heartening first view of the city for Rakha, who is immediately overwhelmed by the sheer number of people and voices happening in all directions.

On the bright side, meeting this fellow doesn't really feel any weirder than anything else happening around her:

"Come to have a go? Give it your best shot."

Narrator: An air of decay hangs over the stooped beggar's form. The smell of rot. The smell of death.

(A/N: Still amused remembering when Hector found this guy and Selune took time out of her busy day to ping his divine sense and inform him specifically that this is a zombie. XD Also I'm 90% sure this is Aradin's voice actor. )

Rakha must look puzzled, because the strange figure clarifies eagerly: "Gold first. Then you can hit me."

"Usually people pay me *not* to hit them," Rakha says, bemused.

"Tried that once," the figure quips. "They took the gold and hit me anyway. Better this way; I still leave with gold in my pocket. So - you having a go or not?"

Rakha has to think this over for a moment. She has plenty of gold, so the price isn't at issue, but it's not an offer she expected to be given. She would be lying if she said that hitting someone guilt-free wouldn't be a welcome stress-release just at present.

Her biggest concern is the beast Urge in her head - but surprisingly, it seems uninterested in this particular target, in a way that she recognizes. In the past, it has had no particular hunger to 'kill' things which cannot bleed and have no life to drain away, from which she determines that the smell is very pertinent indeed - this creature, whatever he is, is already dead.

She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a platinum and five gold, and hands it over wordlessly.

It's a strange impact, a sort of wet thud into flesh stretched slightly too tight. It stings up her arm into her shoulder.

And, if she's honest, it feels good. And the beast remains mercifully quiet through the whole process.

[moodymisty]

requests are open???????? oh??????? okay okay hear me out, I know this might seem weird but I just love how you write for our clones and since I know you love him as much as I do..... what about "finding out they have a momento of you somewhere on them they bring everywhere" + Tai? 👉🏻👈🏻

Author's note: -yanks a barbie-like doll version of Tai from your hands- He's mine to play with now >:3 and I shall make his life perfect and full of fluff as he deserves. I can't be mean to him on my first time writing him xD

Also Wrecker, since you mentioned him in another message. His is a small bonus featured at the bottom ;3

Relationships: Tai(homeless clone veteran from Kenobi to anyone unawares)/Gn!Reader, Wrecker/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Your friends had always insisted you had a bleeding heart. But you never really got why it was always considered something you say about someone to insult them.

You care for other people; Is that so bad?

Well, here maybe. There's no shortage of individuals looking to take advantage of that. But you're careful, it's not like you would've gotten far if you hadn't been. But sometimes you can't help it. You'd lost count of how many times you'd come out to give him some food, as he sat camped out close by the entrance to your work.

"I," He hadn't heard you at first, your voice filtered into the crowd and was carried away by it. You spoke again, louder; With more confidence, you had thought.

"I brought you another."

When you'd finally caught his attention he turned to you, the brightness of his eyes contrasting against the still somewhat disheveled nature of his hair and beard. He'd trimmed some of it not too long ago, but in the situation he was in, it was difficult to find the proper tools to do so.

You'd handed him one of the two mealboxes in your hand- it's still warm on the bottom as your fingers brush over his gloved ones. He had hesitated, but after the last few times where you had, and quite aggressively insisted, he take the food, this time he just takes it.

"You're beginning to make a habit of this," His thumb fiddled with the tab to pull up the lid and take a peek at what was inside. "You know you don't have to."

He makes good company, and you don't hesitate to say as such.

"There's some storage crates behind the store; Do you maybe want to eat together?"

You were never able to stop the expectant look on your face, maybe hoping to puppy dog eyes him into joining you. It had seemed to work, but who knows if it was the pleading tone of just the offer of some company.

He went to haul himself to his feet, so you reached out a hand. He didn't exactly shove it away, but he didn't take it; Standing fully and giving you a small smile. It still surprises you sometimes how tall he is at full height, especially with those thick plastoid boots adding another chunk of height.

"I'm not that old." Putting the hand back on your mealbox, it had been hard not to teasingly roll your eyes.

"You said it, not me."

To think, that felt like so long ago.

It really hadn't been, but time passes so wonderfully slow sometimes when you're around him. And how lucky you'd ended up, now getting to say 'good morning', instead of 'good night'.

The blankets still cover your legs, looking to the side as you watch him dump out his ratty old bag all over his side of the bed. You can tell he still doesn't think he should be here, but you were quick to give him his own little spaces of his. He deserves it, and you want him here.

Various little things come tumbling out out his worn rucksack; Some credits, a roll of bandages, a piece of candy and an empty blaster mag, even.

He's such an early riser- you're not even out of your nightclothes and he's up and moving. Already gave you a kiss and made a cup of caf.

You'd bought Tai a new satchel when you noticed the rips and holes in his current one, that were making it nearly unable to fulfill it's purpose as a bag. The one you'd bought wasn't anything fancy, but part of you had been concerned about implying he replace the old one and finding out it had sentimental value. Thankfully it didn't seem to, and now he's eager to make use of your gift.

Shaking it once more a piece of foil also comes tumbling out with his various doodads, and given it looks looks like nothing else he owns, you decide to curiously reach for it. He doesn't vocalize that you shouldn't touch it, but you still hesitate just a moment to make sure you aren't snooping.

He looks at you and then the foil in your hands, before giving a soft smile that shifts his grey speckled stubble.

"Open it."

Carefully the crumpled metal makes noise as you unfold the edges, before revealing what's inside on your lap.

A flower is pressed and dried, wrapped up in the foil. The stem is cracked from being folded to fit in such a small pack, but it's still secured with the actual petals.

"Is this," You question, even though you think you know where this is from. Not too many plants have the chance to grow and blossom in this sort of smoggy, dirty city.

It must've been blown down from a rooftop garden not too long before you'd both walked by, it late into the night and both your bellies full from some hot, cheap food. The flower had been a bright blue just like the fading paint on his armor, and picking up off the ground you managed to save it from getting stepped on- holding it up to his chestplate. Commenting on the color match had made him smile, before he stuck it in the hair right above your ear.

You don't remember ever taking it out, so it must've fallen sometime during the night and he'd snatched it back up. There had been so much happening; The smell of food and booze, Imperial troopers chasing a mugger, Tai had an arm around you the entire time, and it had tightened with they came a bit too close. That warm feeling had made your stomach turn in knots.

"Why'd you keep it?" You're curious, gently rubbing one of the petals between your thumb and index finger. It's so soft, even the slightest touch and you're nervous you'll ruin it.

He must've had this safely in his satchel for weeks now, and you'd never even known.

"Thought that even if you didn't stick around, I'd still remember having fun that night." He didn't get many of those sorts of days, not after everything that's happened. So much of his life has just been survive to the next day; Next hour, next minute.

"You know," Gently folding the flower back up in it's foil you still hold it in your hand, glancing towards him. "I was already in love with you when you gave me this."

There still exists a small degree of self doubt that exists in him; That he's not the right man for you. Though after vehemently denying it and insisting he stay when he tried to beat himself into leaving your home, you do everything in your power to make sure he has no reason to think those things.

Your confession made him falter for a moment, as you look at him with those sweet, irresistible eyes.

Putting his knee on the bed he moves closer to you, eyebrows raised as his slightly hooded eyes stare you down. He's still a little bit sleepy since the caf hasn't quite kicked in, and neither of you have eaten yet. He's been wanting to make it, he says to make up for all those meals you gave him.

"Did it make you love me more?" You put the flower down safely out of the way, so it isn't as risk of getting crushed when you lean forward and meet him at the middle; Nose just brushing against his. You want to kiss him so fucking bad, feeling his beard against your skin when you mutter your answer.

"There's no words to describe how much it did."

✦ Bonus! Some Wrecker goodness ✦

Wrecker always runs so hot; On a cold planet like this, it's particularly nice.

He makes this sort of heat bubble, that radiates around him like the burning sun of a solar system. Warming up your thighs with the arm leaning across them, he does so as well with your back and side as he uses his other arm to pull you against his chest. Sitting sideways in his lap is nice, especially as you watch the stars.

This is the sort of thing normally makes you quite sleepy- though it doesn't help that Wrecker insists on being the most comfortable sleeping spot. At least this time it won't be terrible if you end up falling asleep, because at least he'll be here to wake you back up. Or keep an eye on everything for you.

He occasionally has to check the scanners, leaning forward to do so when he feels enough time has passed without taking a glance. The continuously snow obscures vision outside the viewports of The Marauder to a degree, but it's not bad enough that you can't see the sky. It is however, bad enough that you have to keep an eye on the scanners to check if anything is getting close, lest you end up noticing only when something's right on top of you.

Not that anyone or thing, other than maybe what little wildlife can survive out here anyways would; It's just Hunter being cautious.

When Wrecker tightens his grip on your thighs a bit an leans forward to check, you notice something underneath the armor of his wrist, and gently reach to grasp his arm. Wrecker doesn't resist and lets you have his arm but he is a little confused, until you expose the thin chain that's wrapped around his body glove but underneath his gauntlet.

"I didn't know you kept this."

You remember way back when, on your first what you would call an 'official date', your necklace had snapped. It wasn't one that had any sort of extreme sentimental value, but you had really liked it; Though when Wrecker had picked it up off the ground to see multiple links were ruined, you elected to trash it.

Apparently Wrecker hadn't done that, and had instead used the long chain and tied it around his wrist with a haphazard double knot, the small little gold pendant long since having been lost.

"I, uh," Wrecker takes his arm away from your hands, and rubs the portion of his neck just below his ear. The chain is easily hidden underneath the plates of his armor, which more than explains why you'd never spotted it up until right now.

"It reminded me of that first date." He looks at you oddly for a moment, his brown eyes trying to read your expression. "It isn't weird, is it?" You shake your head.

"No, not at all. Maybe I can use some of Tech's tools so we can fix it? Then it won't fall off."

He noticeably perks up at that. His hand goes right back to cupping the side of your thigh, his gloved palm covering a good portion of it.

"Yeah, I really don't wanna loose it after this long."

Gods, Wrecker is too sweet for you.

"Well now you got to give me something of yours, so we can match. Right?" He almost instantly starts wracking his brain for ideas, his fingers tapping against your thigh.

"I got an idea," Your eyebrows raise, waiting. "But it's a surprise."

Of course it is.

He laughs as you drop your shoulders, having been denied the instant satisfaction of knowing what memento he's going to give you.

"Awww Wrecker come on, please? Tell me?" Your arms raise to wrap around his neck, attempting to pull him for a kiss, but his torso is too tall for you to get anywhere in this position. He pinches the side of your thigh, making you squeal just a bit.

"I'll tell you later. Promise."

[empressofthesunwriter]

You and I 01

Whether in canon or in fantasy, whether already in love or falling, whether naughty or nice, You and Izuku always find your way to each other.

The Bracelet SFW

Hello and welcome to story 10000000 or so. XD

This is a little project I’ve been thinking about for a while.

Izuku Midoriya is not only my favourite character in MHA, but he is also currently number one of my anime crushes.

I swear if this boy was real and my age I would marry him on the spot!

Since I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who loves our Green Bean I thought about making this One-Shot Collection for all us Izuku-Fangirls.

It will be cute and also dirty.

So there will be for anyone something there to read.

I will update this story when I get ideas for a One-Shot.

I take requests, but only if I feel comfortable writing this story you propose, some things like suicide in it I won’t write as examples.

Please understand.

Now enjoy the first love story of Izuku and You!

The first One-Shot is just a little cute and short story with a bracelet. SFW.

Love hurt.

Love was a bitch.

Love was a fucking villain who beat you up and left you bleeding to death on a dirty alleyway, you were sure.

It felt like a thousand knives rammed themselves into your heart as you saw Izuku, your crush and Uraraka, your frenemies, playing together a card game and being sugary sweet with each other.

God, you wanted to throw up.

Since you guys all moved into the dorms of U.A. you could see how these two grow closer any day.

Of course, it was like living together...with 18 other people but whatever.

The most important thing was, how Izuku and Uraraka got closer and you considered joining the villains to get rid of her.

Kidding, of course, you were kidding, but the jealous side of you had unkind ideas towards your rival.

Stupid Uraraka with her cute face and stupid cute quirk!

She was the perfect girly girl and you...we're so not.

First, you had a pretty manly Quirk, as Eijiro liked to say. 

Second, you weren't all pink and glitter and rainbows.

Yeah, why should Izuku choose you over Uraraka?

No one would.

Signing you got up from one of the couches and made your way to your room.

Not noting how your bracelet, a gift from your dear grandmother, fell from your arm, you were just too depressed.

However, someone saw.

/*/

You lay in your bed like a death starfish staring at the ceiling like it has all the answers to your love problems as it knocks on your door.

"Come in.", you said with a lifeless voice.

"[Your Last Name]...are you okay?"

You sat so fast up that you nearly got whiplash.

Izuku!

Izuku was here!

In your room!

Oh my god!

What did he want?!

"Hey Midoriya.", you quacked out. "What brings you to my humble home."

Shyle he holds your bracelet up in the air.

"I saw how you lost it and wanted to give it back.", he explained.

You jumped out of bed and took the bracelet.

"Oh thank you Izuku, this bracelet is so important to me, I would be so sad if I lost it."

"I had a feeling, you wear it even in your Hero Costume.", he noted with a cute blush.

He took so much note of you, that he remembers this?

"Yeah, you are right.", you say a bit stupified. 

Nervously you try to put it back on, yet thanks to your sweaty fingers, the bracelet slips away from you.

"Erm, may I?", ask you Izuku, pointing at the bracelet.

You just nod, cheeks a flame, as he puts the bracelet back on your wrist.

"You know my grandfather gifted my grandmother this bracelet.", you hear yourself say to him. Why are you telling him this romantic story? "He asked her with it to be his girlfriend when they were both 16 and then at 18 they married."

Izuku looks at you with his beautiful green eyes and smiles softly.

"That's a really sweet story."

"Grandma gifted it to me on my birthday, saying the bracelet would bring my destined love to me. Isn't it funny, hahaha? And you brought it back to me, erm I mean, forgot what I said."

You would shut your mouth up with Sero's tape! 

Why are you such a basket case?!

Why do you say such things to him when he has Uraraka?

You are making a fool out of you!

Only Izuku didn't look at you like you were an idiot, he had a soft blush on his cheeks.

"Oh really...this sounds nice.", he mumbles and rubs his neck.

Huh?

You blink and your mouth is faster than your brain: "Do you wanna get a juice with me?"

His green eyes sparkle formally in happiness and your heart beats faster.

Oh...!

 "It's a date."

You both giggle and Izuku takes your hand in his.

Together you make your way to the next cafe to get your juices.

Maybe your grandma was right...

/*/

Two years later when you and Izuku are 18 and marry you wear of course the bracelet that brought your destined love to you and when your daughter is 16 you hand it to her and tell her how this bracelet would lead her to her love, like it with you and her father.

Izuku hugs you from behind and kisses you, eagerly you kiss him back, while your daughter rolls her eyes at you two.

Uurgh, you were so lovey-dovey it gave her caries!

[dotieeee]

unhinged spicy thot: Morpheus getting absolutely obliterated by his equally twinky but also (normally) super sweet partner 🤩like they just wreck him and he's lowkey surprised how strong and forceful they can be when they want and oh fuck I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me um yes it has let's do this more xD

I will keep this gender neutral as I can, but oh my oh my

***

Morpheus laid on his back quite comfortably as he watched you closely: you, hovering above him, the most beautiful, ravishing creature he had ever laid eyes on, catching your breath, beads of sweat running down your face and your neck (which he'd very much like to just lick), the effects of an earth-shattering orgasm still lingering on your pretty features.

It was a sight to behold, and it was one of those moments where he wished he could just freeze time itself to admire the strength this lythe, little body holding him down on the mattress possessed.

The Endless in him had seen and experienced a multitude od things in his time in this universe, but to say he had been taken aback at the way you had almost (his pride refused to admit just how close you were) ruined his corporeal body with your...skills was understatement. He was sated beyond belief, true, but never in his imaginations did he see you responsible.

He simply couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

He had observed you the entire time he and you had laid together; how your innocent eyes darkened as you commanded him to strip before you, how your plump lips curled into a cruel smirk as you yanked his wrists and pinned it above him with so much force he could've bruised if he was any lesser than a cosmic being, and how you growled mine over and over in his ears as you ravaged him the way you wanted. The memory of you taking him over and over sent shivers down his spine - he'd like to do it again, and again, and again, if you'd be willing. His cock was hard, again, uncomfortably throbbing in pure want. He could never get enough of you after this.

And judging by that sly grin on your usually soft features, you knew. You knew the effect you had on him.

"Something on my face, my King?" You whispered from above him. Normally such an insolent tone would warrant a severe punishment among his subjects, but right then, he couldn't even begin to care. All he wanted was more of you.

"Hmm. Have you had your fill, mortal?" He teased back as his finger made its way to your collarbone to trace your skin. He'd very much like to mark it, but this time was yours. There would always be another time, he surmised.

With a force he didn't know you still had in you after such a strenous session, you gripped his wrist and threw it back on the pillow, just above his head.

"I have not given you the permission." It was a warning. Oh how he loved riling you like so. "And I am not done with you, your Majesty."

The way your eyes shifted, hardening with resolve and an unspoken promise to wreck him as much as your little mortal body could, stirred up an urge in him to just beg. He'd give you a run for your money of course, but there's no saying you couldn't break him like only he knew you could.

He felt his own eyes bleed onyx at such a sumptous threat. So much surprise in such a fragile little package. Happily, he laid still and let you work your wonders.

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Wylan Whump Fic bc i am predictable af xD

My friend! ❤️ I’ve been working backwards through the second chapter, but I wrote the beginning of it just for you!

The darkness was an oppressive thing. It weighed down his eyelids. His blood felt sluggish and thick in his veins.

And when he finally managed to pry open his eyes, the light felt like daggers.

All that Jesper knew in that moment was that his fucking head hurt. It throbbed like it had its own heartbeat, white hot pain radiating out from his left temple. Up was down and down was up, he could scarcely even tell where his feet were. Was he lying down? Had someone sat him up? It left him fumbling and disoriented, made his gut roil, flipping and twisting– it was only by some minor miracle he hadn’t been sick.

He breathed through a long few seconds with his eyes screwed shut, just barely squinting as he adjusted to the lamps in… wherever he was.

It wasn’t the Slat. It wasn’t anywhere he recognized.

If he could think logically– or see normally– he’d be rolling his eyes at how dim those painful lamps actually were. Their ember-like glow wasn’t from any type of window or opening, emanating instead from dusty looking, cracked sconces fixed to the walls. They were nestled between dug-in shelves. Dug-in because, the more he blinked the world into focus, Jesper could tell they were made of packed earth.

This was some type of cellar. The world was coloured in shades of shadowy brown and grey, and it would be hard to see even if he was in the best of conditions– something he was not. But he could feel the soil under his hand, caking itself under his nails as he clawed weakly into the floor where he had been dropped. It smelled like a cool spring night on the farm– tilled earth, a fallow field with nothing planted yet. What was different, though— made his lungs feel tight and ache for home— was the musty, recirculated quality to the air. It was cold, but still. Stagnant. Like Black Veil.

Jesper shivered even as he felt something warm drip down his cheek, and wondered idly if he was sweating or bleeding.

His brain stayed a foggy, thoughtless thing, for even longer than his eyes stayed bleary and burning. It wasn’t until his body adjusted to the new, elevated baseline of pain that the throbbing started to ease off. Dimly, he acknowledged his own body, taking stock— his hat and gun belt were gone; he was stripped down to his trousers, waistcoat and shirt, and it made him shiver. Whoever had taken him had thrown him carelessly to the dirt floor, leaving him a heap on his side. There was no doubt that he was already bruising. And then there were his hands and feet— his wrists and ankles felt heavy and rubbed raw, but he hadn’t thought about it too hard. Not until just then, when a feeble kick of his legs sounded like clinking metal. He blinked down to where he’d dug into the dirt, and his followed the chain of his shackled hands.

Shit.

He remembered the acrid tang of blood and smoke, chemical compounds tingeing the air as he pushed open the workshop door. The apology he was rehearsing abruptly trailed off as he took in the state of the place.

And the state of Wylan.

Wylan.

Across the small room, crumpled into a dead-looking heap of scrawny limbs and singed curls, was a body. A Body. The thought was unthinkable but he couldn’t turn his mind off of the terrible chant of it– dead, dead, he’s dead, his brain uselessly supplied. The body was so still, one ghostly pale hand laying limply out toward Jes with something rusty smudged into the fingertips. The body was still faceless, fully hidden in the crook of an elbow and a careless flop of curls– but Jesper would know him anywhere. That unmistakable, untamable hair; that too-big overcoat; the slender line of his hand with those precise fingers.

It had to be some trick. Some terrible trick by some… who would do this? Any of it?

“Wy—“ his voice was nothing but a ragged croak, but there wasn’t much moisture in his throat to help him clear it. It hurt, fuck, everything hurt. “Wylan, Wylan! Wake up! WYLAN?”

Yeehawwwww hopefully the chapter will be up soon! Thanks for playing! ❤️❤️❤️

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

What's in Your Bag, OC? Tag

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rules: name five things your oc would always have in their bag (at work, school, etc)

Let's do my two neurodivergent babies from my teenage superhero wip The City is Ours, Kylee and Chase!

Kylee's Bag

Pencils and inking pens, along with her sketchbook. Any free second they get they'll whip it out and start drawing

Fidget toys! She's autistic, so they're a must everywhere she goes. They prefer fidgets that spin and or don't make a lot of sound- like spinner rings, fidget spinners, stress balls, and those ones with the marble inside mesh where you push the marble around. (the spinning ones are extra fun with her superspeed powers, but she has to be careful not to go too fast and break it XD)

Over the ear noise cancelling headphones, for when they're overstimulated. She listens to a lot of movie soundtracks and lo-fi. Sometimes songs with words, they like bands like the Beatles and Mumford and Sons

Band-aids, since they tend to chew on their fingers and pick at her skin until it bleeds without realizing it. Having band-aids on hand is helpful

A notebook to write things down in for communication, in case their phone died and they're unable to use their hands for sign language (she's non-speaking autistic)

Chase's Bag

The mini laptop he frankenstien-ed together, made of a mini laptop and a few salvaged phones and keyboards- for hacking on the go

Their medications. He has OCD and Bipolar Disorder, and sometimes with the superhero thing he might end up somewhere away from home or the base when it's time to take the medications they need to, ya' know, function

Energy drinks. He's an insomniac and kind of a caffeine addict. They can go through several drink packs in one night of superhero work being the Guy in the Chair, and he can and will mix them with coffee

A little tool set of tiny screwdrivers, in case he needs to fix tech or break into something on the go

A small picture of his mom before she got sent to the psych ward, nobody knows about it and they'll bite you if you bring it up

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[illwynd]

emoji meeeeemeeee ✨🤲✅

ahdfalghalkshj thank youu!

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

I think it's pretty fun that you never know exactly what you're gonna get with one of my fics, and I'm pretty good at making things emotionally resonant, whether I'm writing horror or smut or anything else. I'm also good at pretty tight prose.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

I tried to find a few good lines in the thing I've been recently writing that's a sequel to a fic from like 7 or 8 years ago, but most of the good lines in that one are filthy. So here instead is a bit of the other thing I've been working on.

Thor is noble and ever-true? Thor is generous, offering his hand even to his enemies?  Loki suddenly cannot remember what ever gave him that idea, and the realization makes him feel ill.  No, that is a lie. He does remember.  Because he remembers burning with envy when it seemed all of Asgard praised Thor for whatever he did. And he remembers burning with something else as well. Something that made everything about Thor gleam.   Thor’s voice coming from behind him in that moment makes his hand slip, the point of the knife he had been using as a tool slicing into his finger. He lifts his fingertip to his mouth and sucks on it for a moment, inwardly cursing, before he chooses the more dignified route of casting a quick spell to stanch the bleeding.  When Loki turns to face him, he finds Thor watching with an amused look.  “Apologies for startling you,” Thor says, though he does not really sound apologetic.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Oh man idek. I try not to repeat myself so the times I've caught a story going into a familiar pattern I've tended to try to rethink it. But there are probably more detaily things that I don't even notice. If anyone else has spotted any, let me know, yeah? XD

[efrmellifer]

XIX. Two Shepherds (Weal)

Couldn't pick a definition. Used both XD

Etien reached out to the sheep that had appeared before her, fingers digging into the soft wool. Well, she supposed she hadn't really specified a location she wanted to be dropped in, so this place, wherever it was, made as much sense as any.

But why a sheep? What were sheep doing here?

And then she saw it--them. A whole flock of sheep, baa-ing as they ambled along in a loose cluster.

And up on the hill, there stood a couple. The taller of the two held a crook, white hair tied up in a ponytail. The shorter of the pair she recognized almost immediately. The titian hair was tied up and decked with flowers in such a way that at this distance, Etien couldn't see the texture. But she didn't need to. She saw all she needed to.

She knew who that short shepherd was, by sight, and by the way it felt like looking at a photograph of a relative at a younger age.

Up on the hill stood Delta.

So who was the other person with her?

Etien edged a little closer, watching as the sheep shuffled away from her. She kept skirting around the rim of the hill, until she heard voices of the duo at the top of it.

It was a hushed discussion, frantic and short, before Etien heard a sound she was used to, but not used to being on this side of--an arrow whizzed past her, lodging in the grass behind her.

She looked up, finding Delta with another arrow nocked.

A weal rose on Etien's calf. "Good shot," she called up to Delta.

"Leave our sheep alone!" she called back.

"My apologies," Etien replied. "I'm a little astray myself. Would you mind giving me directions?"

Delta hedged slightly. "I'll go down and calm them down, and make sure Ovis and her lamb are okay," she said. "Estes knows the area better," she told Etien as they passed each other going up and down the hill. "He'll help you."

"Thank you very much," came Etien's response. She turned to the man, looking up at him and feeling something very familiar when his eyes met hers.

"Where are you trying to go?" he asked her, clipped but not unkind.

"Well, ultimately, I'm trying to reach Amaurot, but for now, I just need a town in which I can get some rest and probably some food."

He thought for a moment. "Given you arrived here, I'd wager you've been getting progressively more lost for a while. The next town is farther than you should go under those circumstances." He looked at the risen welt on her leg, and the setting sun. "Especially at night, and with an injury that could start bleeding with over-stretched, and draw something to you."

Etien nodded.

"Delta and I can manage the weal and well-being of one more person for a night, and you can leave in the morning."

"That's very kind of you."

"Well, in exchange, we'll need more twigs turned to arrows. They don't come off trees that way."

"Yes, sir."

Distracted, he called to Delta. "Careful!" and nigh-on pounced on an approaching creature that was making to abscond with a mutton feast, end of his crook coming down on it and stopping it in place.

Where had she seen that before...? It tickled at her brain.

She set to gathering twigs for carving, sharpening, and fletching. She'd figure it out eventually, the riddle of why he felt so familiar to her. Why it was that she felt a fluttering in her stomach to watch him come back up the hill, crook over his shoulder like a lance.

[falle-ness]

❤️

It's just... We saw Gabriel sacrificing everything to do the right thing or for the person he loves (and well, Vlad's words and the subtext of 'my friend' kinda led me on this path). And I just kinda pictured it in my mind.

There's quite a bit under the cut xd You made me aware of my thinking muscles, thank you)

For me, it was the usual—they were together,—well, as together as they could be given the times and such—and at some point, Vlad began to slip away from Gabriel, leaning towards unnecessary, excessive violence, torture, etc. Having power over somebody's life, playing this judge, jury, and executioner has corrupted him.

Or, maybe—this is even better, I think, more nuanced—initially (the corruption comes later), his downfall began with the realization he'll never be able to match Gabriel and what Gabriel embodies (I think Gabriel didn't tell Vlad first what he is, and they started off as good friends, so the rivalry was expected).

Vlad is just a man. And a man is weak, a prisoner of flesh and desires, of fears and doubts.

I think Vlad had constantly doubted himself whether he's worthy of Gabriel. And ultimately, his desire to comprehend what Gabriel is, what power he holds over him, and how is it even possible for someone like Gabriel to be with someone like him has led to Vlad's demise.

So, in his search, Vlad turned to, let's say, morally questionable activities. And when whatever he was doing had reached a point when Gabriel couldn't avert his eyes anymore and cover up his misdeeds, that's when the 'betrayal' happened.

So, the way I see it.

Gabriel and Vlad have an extremely heated argument that progresses into a fight that we know ends with Gabriel cutting his finger off, taking the ring, and *accidentally* injuring Vlad in the process so that Vlad dies.

Why accidentally? I firmly believe that despite having his orders, knowing what Vlad had done and such, Gabriel didn't want to kill him.

I'll die on this hill, but I think it was an accident. I'm sure Gabriel didn't even want to use force and take that ring (a side thought—it'd be hilarious if this ring was supposed to be shelved within the Vatican Archives, and Gabriel, upon coming back, had refused to and left the ring for himself; I think he started wearing it after Vlad's pact with the devil as a reminder of Vlad and his own failure), but he had to. He probably had orders to make sure Vlad ceases his activities permanently, but he probably himself started having doubts about just everything, including his own purpose. He was as close to crisis of faith as ever.

I keep picturing that Gabriel was almost ready to not do it (he didn't enjoy inflicting Vlad more pain than he already had), but perhaps Vlad told him something that rattled his cage. Something very personal, something Vlad knew would provoke Gabriel to reach the point of no return.

A side thought again—maybe, someone has already promised Vlad he'd receive whatever power he wanted and more on the condition that he proves he can have a seat at the table if he kills/ someone he loves/close to him. And Vlad, blinded by the promise, agrees.

Another side thought (with a bit of Mr. & Mrs. Smith vibe lmao)—heaven and hell couldn't turn the blind eye anymore on what these two had—despite Vlad leaning to the dark, he still considered Gabriel his friend and more, and same for Gabriel. So their connection could potentially be a dangerous precedent. So both heaven and hell agreed that these two must be eliminated. So they just push Gabriel and Vlad to mutual destruction.

We know that didn't end well. Vlad is fatally injured, and Gabriel, horrified by what he's done, runs away, leaving him to bleed.

I think that Gabriel must have left earth after it because: a) he didn't trust himself to do the job anymore; b) and at some point he was summoned to heaven for punishment.

But if we go with my initial theory about Gab trying to save Vlad's soul, Gab's superiors (heaven has bureaucracy too) take a very long time to decide what to do with Gabriel, and Gabriel picks some chatter that Vlad's soul is already downstairs.

So Gabriel, without thinking, rushes to hell. He breaks all the rules for Vlad, but it's too late.

And that's why later he's banished from heaven and sent to earth as Van Helsing we know, without any memories.

A stretch by a long mile, I know. Not even sure there's someone left in the fandom lmao.

But hear me out: what if Gabriel has lost his memory because he was trying to save Vlad from hell?

I'm very rusty about angel/demon lore and heaven/hell (be gentle, please, it's been a very long time I've been in Supernatural fandom and researched the lore, and now I gotta do the same for Helsing).

I can't but think that the moment Vlad seals the deal with the devil (or is about to give up whatever is left from his soul), Gabriel, risking everything, descends to hell and tries to undo the damage.

But it's too late.