#it feels muted though and it feels like youre getting covered in a big warm blanket

[dreamdripdistance]

listening to the isat ost and i feel like im gonna explode

[c1nna1nmyr0ll]

Gamer Boy <3

Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: cockwarming, exhibitionism lowkey, and pet names

Kenma has been playing with his friends for three hours already. It’s been so long. You try to pry him from his game, but like always, that proves impossible. Your pleas fall on deaf ears, and even with your short skirt and tank top, he still doesn’t lose focus.

So, you decide on a plan.

When Kenma gets up from his chair to grab a snack, you sneak up and sit on it yourself. It’s nice, comfy, and warm. You admire Kenma’s setup as you hear Kuroo and Yaku through his headphones, arguing about which characters to choose for the next game. Finally, Kenma returns with some energy drink and sees you sitting on his chair.

“What’re you doing?” he asks. This is something you rarely do.

“Just thought I’d get your attention,” you reply. Kenma sighed and put down the energy drink.

“I’ll be done soon,” he says. “So, I need the chair back.”

“I’ll get up,” you start. Kenma sighs again. “If you let me sit on your cock.” Kenma is surprised by your boldness, but he then laughs.

“Fine, then,” he says.

“Fine,” you agree and get up, allowing Kenma to return to his seat.

“I’m not muting myself, so everything you do or say will be heard,” Kenma says, putting back on his headset. You thought he’d at least give you the courtesy of muting his mic and talking to his friends on chat instead.

“Oh,” you utter, but you can’t find the time to care too much. You lift your skirt slightly, and he notices you’re not wearing panties. He smiles to himself. You face him as you lower yourself onto his cock, and moan at the feeling of him stretching you out. God, it’s been so long. Kenma hardly reacts, unpauses his game, and unmutes himself.

“I’m back,” he says simply.

“‘Bout time,” Kuroo’s voice is somewhat heard through Kenma’s headphones. Kenma’s arms snake under yours so he can reach the keyboard while your arms wrap around his shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” Kenma asks.

“Demon Senpai is trying to pick the character that I’ve been using this whole time,” Kuroo says. You try to keep yourself quiet so the mic does not pick you up.

“I’m just trying to switch it up,” Yaku defends.

“Guys, it’s not a big deal, right?” you hear Kai’s voice.

“Yeah, just pick a character and move on,” Kenma replies. His eyes flicker to you as he sees you covering your mouth. Kenma chuckles to himself, seeing how desperate you are.

“Alright, alright,” his two argumentative friends say. Finally, everyone chooses a character, and the game begins.

“Yaku, go to the left,” Kenma says into the mic. “Kai and I will stay here as Kuroo approaches the roof.”

“Got it,” Yaku replies. Kenma mutes himself to speak to you briefly.

“Every time the team gets a kill is a reward for me, understand?” Kenma says to you.

“Yes,” you say. You’re not entirely sure what he means by reward, though. He unmutes himself and goes back to the game. The team runs around the map, looking for opponents. You calm your breathing as you have time to do so. Your breath is husky but calm. You hear that Kenma killed someone from the opposite team, so he thrusts up into your cunt. You yelp and clutch him hard, pushing your chest against his—embarrassment flooding into you. Kenma can’t help the smirk that falls on his face.

“What was that?” Kai asks. They heard you. Your heart drops.

“Yeah, some kind of weird noise,” Yaku agrees.

“I think it was on Kuroo’s end,” Kenma says.

“Huh?” Kuroo loudly utters. “It wasn’t me!”

“Well, you are the one who has weird noises in the background,” Kai says.

“What?” Kuroo shouts. “I do not!”

“Guys, shut up. We have many people on the other team left,” Kenma says, redirecting the focus. You stifle your moans with your hand and slightly hum against Kenma’s neck. Then, you hear another kill, and just like before, Kenma thrusts into you. You bite back your moan as you hear Kenma chuckle to himself. He’s thoroughly enjoying this.

“Kenma, someone is comin’ up behind you,” Kuroo warns.

“Let them; I’ll just get the kill,” Kenma replies.

“Heh, you’re so overconfident,” Kuroo laughs. Kenma gazes back at you.

“Well, I’m just that good,” Kenma says. You hide your embarrassed face from him as he hunts down the opposite team member looking for him. After a short minute, other pings go off as Kenma’s friends get their own kills, and Kenma, true to his word, thrusts into you after every ping. You find it harder and harder to keep your composure after each thrust.

“Okay, I think we got everyone,” Kai says.

“Yeah, the last one is the one that’s trailing Kenma,” Yaku replies.

“Every time I get close to them, they run off, and I lose them,” Kenma explains.

“I thought you said you could handle it,” Kuroo teases.

“I can,” Kenma states coldly. “Just let me.”

“We’ll leave the last one to you then,” Kai says.

Kenma wastes no time and tries to find the last kill. He feels your gummy walls close down on his cock, meaning you want him to just fuck you already.

“Almost there,” Kenma says to you. You hum in his neck at his comment, not wanting to alert his friends or disturb him. Kenma runs around the map, looking for the lone person. After a few agonizing minutes, Kenma finally corners the person and gets the last kill.

“Nice kill, Kyanma,” Kuroo jokes. Kai and Yaku laugh. Kenma rolls his eyes as the winning screen flashes up.

“Hey, guys, I’m gonna hop off,” Kenma tells the group.

“Yeah, I think I will, too,” Yaku agrees. “But we’ll play next week?” Everyone chimes in with their “yes,” and Kenma exits the game and hangs up his call.

“You kept pretty quiet this whole time,” Kenma says. “Guess I should reward you, kitten.”

“Please, Kenma,” you beg.

“Don’t worry, you have my full attention now,” he says, putting his hands on your hips, ready to guide you on his cock.

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[angelpuns]

50au Part 16

Leo woke up slowly. More slowly than usual. 

At first it was nice. His room was pleasantly warm, and he was bundled up tight under his covers. His pillow was luring back down into sleep, but the feeling lasted for only a moment. 

A sharp pain in his head had him awake again in seconds, the head trauma from the day before rearing its head. Ugh. He wished he could have kicked those bird-brained thugs to New Jersey, but he'd been off his game for some reason. 

He didn't really remember why, probably because of the concussion. It seemed to have all worked out, though. He was safe at home, in his bed. 

So everything was probably fine  

And bonus, he didn't have a nightmare. So that helped a bit. 

His muscles ached when he went to sit up, all his injuries compounding into one big, pulsing ‘ouch’ feeling. 

Through all the aches and big ouch feeling, he managed to sit up and prop himself up against the wall, letting out a deep sigh. Man, he did not want to get out of bed. 

But he really, really needed some Tylenol. Or Ibuprofen. Whichever he managed to find first. 

‘Click’. 

 A small screen lit up across the room, the blue light making him wince. Okay, yeah, he didn't remember moving his TV to his desk… 

It was dark for a moment before a hand pulled away and revealed a…turtle? A lot like himself, actually. But in purple. 

He was sitting at a desk, and cleared his throat before speaking. 

“ Good Morning, Leo. You probably don't know who I am, but I am going to explain everything. But first,” He gestured vaguely towards the screen, “ there is a glass of water and two Tylenol on the table for you. You suffered some injuries yesterday and are probably aching, so, you're welcome” 

Leo glanced at his nightstand. Sure enough, there was a glass of water and two Tylenol. 

Someone had been in his room. Someone had been in his home! 

“Please don't panic- I know you're going to panic, but please just stay calm and allow me to explain the situation,” The purple turtle continued. Leo swallowed. 

How did he know that Leo was going to panic? That only made him want to panic more and- 

“ ‘Nardo. Deep breath, do not panic,” The turtle said again. Leo took a slow, stuttering deep breath, despite the fact that the purple turtle seemed to be anticipating his actions. Or else, watching him somehow. 

“ Now, listen very carefully. Three days ago, you were on a mission in the Hidden City. You fought a witch and she hit you with a spell, right?” 

Leo nodded mutely, even though he was pretty sure this was a recording. 

There was a pause before the turtle continued, “ the spell she hit you with, it was not a dud. it made you forget your family, or, I guess people you're close to, since you also couldn't remember Hueso. We don't have all the data yet, but-”

He was cut off by another voice in the background, but Leo couldn't quite make it out. 

The turtle sighed and rubbed his temples. He looked…tired. 

“ Right, sorry. the point is, you have a family. You have brothers, and we're going to show you a…a memory montage, or whatever, so that you believe us-” 

Another face popped onto the screen. Another turtle, this time in orange. 

“It’s like from 50 first dates! You know, with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore, ‘cept you're Drew Barrymore and it's,like, a curse and stuff!”

Okay, that made sense. 

The purple turtle pushed the other one off screen with a sigh, “ yes, you're Drew Barrymore in this case. Anyway, please watch the following montage. If you choose not to believe us, please know that we aren't going to…to hurt you, okay?”

The turtle looked into the screen again and Leo could see his eyes becoming glassy, like he was going to cry, “ I promise, we're not going to hurt you. So please just…trust us.”

It stayed on that frame for a moment, Leo frowning faintly. He didn't really want to believe them, but…well, it didn't seem ingeniune. And they had given him water and some Tylenol. And knew his name. Those weren't really good reasons to believe someone about a curse or whatever, but his head ached too much to really think too hard on it.

And he really didn't want another head injury today.

The montage was pretty much exactly like the one in 50 first dates, fit with dramatic music and a random newspaper clipping thrown in about something unrelated. Even though Leo didn't remember any of these pictures, he did find it funny. 

He didn't want to believe it and he definitely didn't want to trust a bunch of people he hadn't even spoken to face to face with, but he supposed he didn't have another option. 

The montage ended and the purple turtle reappeared on the screen. 

“ Oh, yes, and if you decide not to believe us we will be forced to restrain and/or tranquilize you, so-”

“DONNIE!” Voices in the background shouted, before the TV shut off completely. 

Leo blinked. 

Well, he guessed he had no other choice. 

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and headed for the kitchen. 

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I think Donnie would have a blast doing a Saw type video intro for this, so I gave him what he wanted. It WAS recorded BTW, they didn't know when Leo might wake up so :)

Part 1 | Part 15 | Part 17

[hauntedrain]

The Fortune Teller | Tom Cruise x Reader |

Summary: You wake from a nightmare about Tom's next stunt which leads Tom to make a difficult decision

✮▹A/N: I never thought I would ever write about Tom Cruise but here I am. This is also based on dreams I have that have come true, which happens a lot now. (Also, badly written? idk I haven't written anything for a while so..)

✰▹Warnings/Notices: Nightmares, stunt , comfort, established relationship, Scientology (jk) NOT EDITED.

Over 2 years and the hundreds of crazy stunts Tom has done you've never had nightmares about them. Yeah, maybe you weren't so fond of them or concerned about them, but never did you ever feel the way you felt with this stunt.

Actually, as a matter of fact, you were never told of this stunt, Tom doesn't like to tell you when he does certain stunts as he didn't want you to freak out about them. You guys had a routine when he did stunts, and that was him doing them (if you know or not), and then he'll call you afterward to ensure that you know he's okay. So you didn't know about this one, the only way you found out was after Tom woke up to you crying and shaking in your sleep.

It was around 3am when Tom woke up, it was one of the rare moments when both of you were home. He had filming in the city and production planned to do it here. He was going to film a stunt involving a helicopter in which he would be piloting, much like the ones he performed before in his career.

But apparently, to you, this one was different, and concerning enough that when he turned around to check on you he found you shaking and moving around while tears fell down your face,

"Sweetheart? Hey- wake up," Tom says as he shakes you awake, "Baby, what's wrong? wake up." You eventually wake up from the shaking, your face was covered in tears and you were still trembling.

"What happened? You okay?" He whispers as he pulls you to his chest.

Still out of it, not being able to fully comprehend what happened and how to reply you give a nod.

"bad dream?"

"Yeah, Nightmare," You state as you sit up and turn to look at Tom, "You have a stunt to do for filming yeah?"

"Yes baby, I always do." He says slightly smiling, you only being able to see from the muted but turned-on TV screen. "Nothing to worry about though, you know that."

Oh but it is everything to worry about, still thinking back to the dream you tense, it was a bad one. Tom was doing a helicopter stunt, like many he'd done before. However, your dream, this time didn't turn out well. It was a crash, a big one at that.

Tears still streaming slowly down your face you urge on, "What is it exactly you're doing?"

"Just flying the helicopter over the city then to the mountains out of it. Why?" at this point, he sits up along with you, moving you on top of him.

"You're not doing it."

"Sweetheart. Come on, it's my job, and it's nothing big."

"No, Tom. My dream it was- the dream was about you, the stunt. You cant do it. Not this one Tom." you state getting a bit more tense and panicked again.

"Baby, it's okay. It was just a dream, I'm right here." He turns to turn on the side lamp, which illuminates the dark room in a golden warm glow, when he turns back he sees you fully. Your reddened face and eyes were full of tears. He's never seen you in such distress, especially over a stunt. "Sweet girl, it's okay"

"Tommy please, just don't. This dream is the exact same stunt you're doing tomorrow right, there's no way I got it for no reason. I don't even dream in general Tom, just please. I- You can't." You hold his face in your hands while begging. "Please?"

Tom sighs and observes your state before replying in a soft tone, "You really don't want me to?" you nod before he continues, "I'll ask, but sweetheart I'm not certain that I can just cut it. I'll change the whole plot. I'll tell them about your dream, okay? I'll try." He says before pulling you back to his chest once again this time facing each other.

"Thank you, Tommy," you state finding some relief in his response, however, you know that getting through the film crew, especially those directing will be hard.

"I'm gonna get you something to drink, I'll be back. Then we can try to go back to bed." He states getting up to leave.

Once he comes back he has a hot tea for you, he moves back to the comfortable position before softly talking to you, "You okay now?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just didn't feel right about it, it was different. I've had dreams before like that, not about stunts, but smaller things. They came true, I don't wanna see this one come true." You state, sipping the tea slowly.

"It won't, I'll tell them I can't do it okay? Let's try to go back to bed okay?" he says before turning off the lights. you nod and set the now empty tea cup on the nightstand before fully laying down with Tom.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

"Goodnight Mr. Hollywood."

⭒❃.✮:▹A/N: Sorry if this is bad, I literally got this idea in the middle of the night so it may be a bit odd. I hope you enjoy <3

[starcrossedxwriter]

Wicked Fantasies Part 7 (MBJ x OC)

Warnings: harassment, public sex, the usual BDSM warnings apply heavilyyyy lol

A/N: Umm this is a fun one! Mostly fluff with a little drama lol We're getting into the holiday spirit with a couple time jumps so enjoyyy!

***

“I have a surprise for you,” Michael whispered, chuckling as Raven tucked herself deeper into the covers. 

They had been out at a party until late and then Michael proceeded to have his way with her at his condo until the wee hours of the morning. Her body still ached from the suspension ropes he hung her from for over an hour. It was her first introduction into true restraints and bondage and she enjoyed it far more than she thought she would. And now, all she and her limbs wanted to do was burrow in her covers and sleep all day. 

“Is the surprise a hot bath?” she called, her words still muffled by the heavy duvet cover. 

“Nah.” 

“Ok well then I hate surprises,” she mumbled, causing Michael to laugh. 

“Come on, this is a fun one. I promise!” 

She groaned and dramatically flopped the covers from over her face and pouted. “I was a really good girl last night and this is my reward? Being woken up at ungodly hours?” 

Michael raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his Apple Watch. “It’s 10 am, baby.” 

Her heart fluttered at the word baby, her eyes casting downward as she tried to limit the smile that wanted to bloom on her lips. She still was not used to it yet. To the world and everyone around them, nothing had changed. But for them, everything had changed. They were a real couple, bonafide and no longer faking or pretending. There was a new intimacy to it that she had not expected. And freedom. It was so clear to her now how much both of them had been holding back, how muted what they felt for each other truly was before. Because now, they could both experience the full breadth of their love for each other, could express it and receive it. And it made both of them wonder if they had ever experienced true romantic love before each other. Because this was everything and so much more. 

Everything felt lighter and easier. And yet, Raven could not help but feel like there was a dark cloud looming over them, a deep-seeded fear that everything she felt would be taken away. Perhaps she was just worried that, even if they were telling the truth about their romance now, they had started off as a lie. It did not seem like the steadiest of foundations. However, she chose to brush those fears aside. They were just her doubts and insecurities talking. She had never felt for a man like she felt for Michael, never felt so loved by someone. It felt good and she realized she never knew true happiness until now. Sure, there had been times when she was happy. But pure uninhibited bliss? That was only a state Michael could bring out in her. 

“So what’s this big surprise?” She asked as she stretched her body long in the bed before sliding out. 

Her slippers shuffled against the floor as she made her way to his bathroom to get ready for the day. 

“Wouldn’t be a big surprise if I told you now, would it?” 

“I hate you,” she grumbled, though the smile on her face let him know that was a complete and utter lie. 

“You weren’t sayin’ that last night… in fact, I distinctly remember making you scream the exact opposite,” he mused as his fingers played with the delicate thin strap of her night gown as he moved it to the side to press delicate kisses against her warm skin. “Over and over and over again. Maybe I need to give you a refresher.” 

She smirked and decided to play the brat, excited for where the experience could take her. “Seems like the first lesson didn’t stick… not a very  effective teacher it seems, Mr. Jordan.” 

Michael chuckled. “You’re gon’ regret that shit. But lucky for you, we gotta get to the house soon so I ain’t got time to put you in your place. But tonight, that ass is mine.” 

Raven clenched her thighs together and grinned. Of course, he was not too foolish to not realize that was the exact outcome she wanted. 

The pair listened to music as they got dressed in comfortable clothes and drove over to Michael’s family’s house. Everyone was there, hot chocolate and breakfast waiting. The entire entry way was filled with bins and boxes of ornaments, decorations, and trees. 

“What’s all this?” 

Michael smiled. “Well ma don't let December 1 pass without ensuring the house is decorated so figured you could help us out this year. I remember you tellin’ me your grandma would let you decorate her tree and thought you might like it.” 

Raven felt everything inside her melt and her eyes well up with tears. He seemed to remember literally everything she told him. 

“Y-Yea I would like that,” she offered, her throat tight as she tried not to cry. 

“Don’t cry, Rae,” he laughed, pulling her into a hug. “It was supposed to make you happy.” 

“I am happy,” she whispered pitifully as her tears stained his sweater. 

“My cute crybaby,” he kissed her on the top of her head. “Ok, no tears on decorating day or moms’ll never let you live it down. Come on.” 

Raven laughed and wiped them away before following him into the kitchen. Everyone greeted her with hugs and smiles. All of them joked around and talked as they ate the delicious breakfast Michael’s mom prepared. Raven felt as if she had gained 10 pounds since spending more time at Michael’s house.

“Ok baby girl,” Michael gestured toward the many decorations in his foyer. “You get to be creative director. We got four trees.” 

Raven’s eyes bugged out of her head. “Four trees??” 

“One in here, one in the living room, one upstairs and then one in the basement.” 

Raven let out a breathy chuckle as she took in his matter of fact tone, as if to say everyone had enough space for four trees. 

She studied the available decorations before pulling all of them out and sectioning them off. And before she knew it, Christmas music blared on the speakers and the troops went to work, decorating all four trees. Michael and Raven were in charge of the second largest one in his family room, Raven needing a ladder to decorate the full thing. 

The pair had a ball decorating, Michael thoroughly amused at Raven’s strong opinions on how to fluff out a fake tree. She had a professional eye for detail that he had not expected as she worked. But there was a playfulness to all of it, a joy that made him thankful he went this route instead of his usual. She sang loudly with the music playing, knowing every word to every song that came on. And her entire body practically bounced around as they finished their tree and she went to go help with the others. 

By the time they finished dinner and stowed away all the extra decorations and cleaned up, they were exhausted. Everyone else had gone to bed, leaving Michael and Raven on his couch with cups of hot chocolate, spiked to Michael’s preference, and a movie playing in the background. 

Raven could barely look at the movie though as her eyes kept traveling to the two trees that were within eyesight and all the random Christmas decorations they had spread across his house. She felt as if she had stepped into a winter wonderland. 

“You did a great job as creative director,” he whispered as he watched her eyes study the tree Raven was in charge of. “Still mad at this surprise?” 

It was beautiful, decorated in soft colors of white, rose, and gold with small white lights. It was not the pristine and perfectly symmetrical tree he usually had in his living room, towering and professionally decorated to the point that it could have been in a magazine. No, every aspect of the 11 ft tree was done painstakingly, in Michael’s opinion, by hand. But something about it was more beautiful than any other Christmas tree he had ever had as an adult. It was crafted with love and attention and care, it was homey and perfect. 

She smiled. “No, you were right… It was a fun one. But I know you usually hire someone to do it.” 

“Who told you that?” 

“Your dad accidentally let it slip,” she chuckled. “It’s not as good as a real decorator could do. Not as… refined or perfect,” she scoffed, bowing her head, her own insecurities seeping in. That was her too… not refined enough or good enough to be on the arm of someone like him, to be in his life in this way. He could call her his girlfriend but her doubt about whether she deserved the designation still lingered like weeds.

His finger lifted her eyes back to his. “It’s perfect… exactly what the house needed but didn’t realize.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t think we’re talkin’ about trees anymore.” 

“Don’t think we ever were,” he winked at her. 

Silence fell over them as they cuddled on the couch. Michael stared down at her, wondering if this was finally his chance. There was so much he still wanted to know about her, so much she revealed but still kept from him. He understood it but he wanted to consume every little thing there was to know about her, even the things that were hard to share. He wanted to help her carry her baggage or help her unpack it and set it down where she could. 

And there was one thing, one story, that she kept from him as much as she could. The one major thing about her life he still did not have the answer to but desperately wanted it.

“You ever gon’ tell me?” He asked quietly as Raven shifted so she was leaning her back against his chest. 

“Tell you what?” She threw him a confused glance. He knew everything worth knowing about her. 

“Why you stopped writing? You said you’d tell me one day.” 

Her face fell. She was not sure where she thought the conversation was going to go but it was not there. She supposed she was not going to be able to keep it a secret forever, particularly not when she revealed it to the whole dinner table at Thanksgiving by accident.

“Not that interesting of a story, I’m afraid.” She tried to downplay it as she shifted uncomfortably. And it wasn’t, half the women she knew had a story like hers, varying degrees of awfulness but the story was unfortunately common.

“Then tell me.” At her silence, he amended. “You don’t have to tell me anything, Rae. I just… want to know everything about you and if you’re up for sharing, I wanna hear it.” 

She sat up and turned to face him, her nails tapping against the ceramic mug as she brought her legs beneath her. 

“Just your typical ‘men ain’t shit’ story.” At his confused glance, she elaborated. “The first editor I had at my publisher was a woman and she was amazing. Worked with her on my first book and it was great. By the time it came out, we were starting to edit and refine the second and I had signed my contract for it. And… she had a baby and decided to be a stay at home mom. My new editor, this guy… he was good, great at his job. Nice enough to be unsuspecting and unassuming. But I could tell… well, I could tell he was attracted to me? Or liked me, you know? But I ignored it, figured as long as he didn’t try anything, it wouldn’t be a problem. One night, we were working late on his edits for the book and he… made a pass at me.” 

Michael’s eyes immediately darkened as if he knew exactly where the story was headed. She could immediately feel a shift in his whole demeanor, his outrage wafted off of him. And something about it was incredibly sexy… that he was so angry for her. 

She smiled. “Relax… you can put Killmonger back in his cage,” she teased with a soft smile. “He didn’t do that. I said no a-and he pushed, but I held firm. I’m not above using my body to get what I want… that much is obvious but I like for it to be my choice, not some asshole taking it away from me. Anyway, finally, he accepted that no meant no so we called it a night and I went home. All he had done was make me uncomfortable, he hadn’t hurt me or anything, so I figured he would just apologize and we’d both move on. A week later, my agent called and said that they weren’t gonna move forward with my book. I was no longer a fit for their publishing house.” 

Michael could still hear the pain and frustration that had been caused in her voice, despite her best efforts to keep the tone light. 

“The contract I signed after I submitted the draft gave them distribution rights for three years so I got a year and some change to go. I tried to think of new ideas, you know, write other stuff in the meantime but he blacklisted me from damn near every publishing house worth anything. So my agent dropped me. And then I was… just too tired to write anything after that. Like he had just taken all of life for it out of me?” She paused for a moment before continuing. “I was hoping to use the time to save up to eventually self publish the second one when I can but my family’s made that difficult,” she chuckled. “So yea… doing my 3 year bid and then I’ll be free. It won’t make me the same amount of money, but there’s freedom in self-publishing I guess. Being your own boss.” 

“I’m sorry. No one deserves that.” He figured it was something along those lines but it did not make it any easier to hear. 

She shrugged. “No, they don’t. But what can I say? I’m a magnet for shitty people.” Her tone attempted to lighten the mood but it fell flat. “Or… I dunno… too trusting of people who haven’t earned it,” she mused. “But if I wasn’t so trusting, I wouldn’t be here… with you. And I would’ve hated to miss out on this.” 

“I’d like to believe God would’ve helped us find our way to each other without you having to go through trauma and concussions,” he pushed her hair behind her ear. 

“Yea maybe. But without all that, I wouldn’t be the woman you love.” 

“How do you do that?” Michael asked quietly. 

“What?” 

“Find the silver lining in everything? One bad breakup had me showin’ my entire ass for years and you… you’ve seen the worst people have to offer. How do you even trust people after all this?” 

Raven smiled and shifted so she could straddle his hips and sit in his lap. “It’s not easy… and some days, it feels like it’s not worth it. But… you remember Monique, that dancer I told you about? Well, my first night at the club was a fuckin’ disaster. I was 18, hella green and hella naive. I made like nothing in tips cause I sucked.” Michael loved how she laughed with her whole body as she reminisced on her memories. “And this drunk asshole tried to  follow me out to my car and tried to get me to go home with him. Monique rolled up like a knight in shining armor and punched him square in the face. She gave me half her tips for the night and the next day, offered to teach me some moves and some fighting moves in case that ever happened again. The point is… For every terrible person I’ve come across that wanted to do me harm, I’ve run into someone who reminded that there’s more good out there than I know… as fuckin’ cliche as that sounds. So I just hold onto that. Just don’t… don’t ever want to be jaded? Let someone have the power to steal the inherent qualities that make me… me? No one should have that much power, you know?”

“One of the many things I love about you,” he whispered, tugging on her arm so she was in his lap. 

Hearing the word love on his lips made her heart flutter every single time. Deep down in her soul she felt it in every way. 

She rested her hands on his chest. “One of the ways? I’m that amazing??” She joked, causing him to shake his head. 

“Yea. You are that amazing. How about we take our drinks upstairs and I can tell you all the ways?” He leaned in and nipped at her earlobe with his teeth causing an ache between her legs to grow. 

“I’d rather you show me.” 

“That’s a given, baby.” 

***

Michael spied behind a bookshelf as Raven interacted with the young students filling the plush seating of the library’s gathering space. His heart wanted to burst as she talked to the students. He knew she only fell into this job as a result of a shitty situation but she was making the best of it. And he could not help but think that perhaps this was truly her calling in addition to writing. The kids seemed to love her and she seemed to love them back, all of their faces in bright smiles. 

And for the first time, he found himself wondering what she would be like as a mom. And what their kids would be like. Michael always wanted kids but he figured it would not be in the cards for him any time soon. However, Raven made him want to think about that, and want to think about a future. And now, he saw those additional grandkids his mom wanted so badly as clear as day.

He counted, the club had almost 50 kids in it. They all looked like they ranged in age from middle school aged to seniors in high school.

“I got something for y’all,” she reached behind her and pulled out a couple of boxes of neatly wrapped gift bags. “It isn’t much but… what’s our last book club meeting before the holidays without a gift??” 

The kids cheered as they all leapt out of their seats. Even he was curious as to what the gift could be. She had not even mentioned it to him. 

He could tell they were personalized in some way as she handed them out one by one, checking each gift tag to make sure each kid got the right gift. She instructed the kids to wait to rip into them. Though it was clear that was a chore for most of them. Once the last kid, who Michael recognized as Jamal who he had met once before, had his in hand, stuffing paper started to fly. 

Each kid pulled out a glittering sliver book embosser, a different book, and a handwritten card from Raven. 

“What is it?” One of the girls in the class asked as she pushed her wide framed glasses up higher on her nose. 

“You know those stickers that go on Oprah’s book club books?” All the kids nodded. “It’s like that but with your names and a bit more fun. It’s like a stamp you can put in the first page of your books. Y’all are all starting your own library collections, should have something that makes them a bit more unique. And the books are ones I think each of you would like. And the card is just a note from me ahead of the new year.” 

“It’s kinda old school but cool. Like something vintage,” another girl offered as she tested out the embosser. 

“Yea it’s like a typewriter or some shit. That’s dope, that’s dope,” Jamal remarked as he tested his out on the book in front of him. 

Michael had to stifle his own laughter so as not to give himself away as Raven facepalmed herself and laughed.

“Like a typewriter. Wow. How old do y’all think I am??” 

“You really want us to answer that?” 

She shook her head immediately. “You know what… Point taken. Well I hope y’all like them and they aren’t too too old-school,” she offered with a smile as the group started to mutter excitedly to themselves as they tested out their new gadgets on their books. 

“It isn’t much but just wanted to do something small to say Merry Christmas.” She glanced at the clock. “Oh I didn’t even see the time. Aight, we gotta wrap up, I’m sure some of your parents’ve been waiting outside for a while.” At their groans, she merely shook her head. “We are well past our hour and y’all aren’t gonna get me in trouble with your parents.” 

She ushered the younger kids and some siblings to the door, each of their parents greeting her and chatting for a few moments before they walked their kids out to their cards or toward the street.

At that point, only a small group of older kids remained. “Alright, you know the drill - text me when you get home and stay in your groups, please.” 

“We ain’t babies.” 

“Yea and we all live like 5 minutes from here,” the girl with glasses remarked.

“I know y’all are basically grown. But humor me please. If one of you got hurt or lost, it’d take literal years off my life. You’re really doing it for my sanity over anything else,” she reasoned.  

Raven got along with the kids so well because she was an adult they could relate to and trust but even she had to put on the hat of responsible adult occasionally, much to their collective chagrin. And that meant ensuring every kid made it the few blocks, bus ride, or into the car to get home. 

“Yes, Ms. T.” All of their disgruntled murmurs filled the library as they headed out the door in small groups depending on where they lived. Thankfully, they were all friends so she knew they’d look out for each other.

“You can come outta hiding now,” she called, seemingly to no one in particular. 

“Busted?” Michael asked as he emerged from the shelves to stare at her, an amused expression painted on her face. 

“Yep… caught a glimpse of you scurrying behind that bookshelf. Better be glad the kids didn’t see you. You’re more than one of their celebrity crushes. They would’ve been all over you for a picture or a story or a reel or whatever they do on social these days.” 

Michael let out a barking laugh. “You sound like an old lady.” 

“I am an old lady… proudly,” she laughed. “And they know it too.” 

“Those were sweet gifts you got them.” 

She smiled. “Thanks. Despite well… everything, Christmas is my favorite time of the year. Everyone’s so caught up in the spirit and giving. It wasn’t much but I hoped it would put a smile on one of two of their faces. Did you hear them call me old school?? Super offensive,” she chuckled. 

“Hella offensive.” 

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Language, Mr. Jordan,” she winked at him playfully. 

“You gonna discipline me, Ms. Turner?” He asked, closing the space between them, his breath tickling the skin on her neck as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

Raven felt her whole body flush with heat. Fuck. For some foolish reason, she had worried the spark between them would fade once they settled into the normalcy and mundaneness of a real relationship. However, it had been the exact opposite. Somehow, everything he did only heightened her emotions and desire for him. She thought it was overwhelming before? Well, now it was all consuming and blinding. 

“Maybe you should take me home and find out?” She whispered. 

“What if I want to find out here?” 

“Then I’d have to remind you that this is a public library… with cameras everywhere.” 

He glanced around. “Come on, I bet you know one spot that ain’t got cameras, baby girl. I vaguely remember you saying you wanted to live out some fantasies. You gonna tell me sex in public ain’t one of them?” 

Her eyes darkened with lust. She knew he knew that he had her. It was most certainly one, one of the more sinful ones she would admit. But it lacked practicality. 

“This isn’t just in public, babe. This is my job,” she reminded him, her resolve growing weaker with every word. And he knew it. 

“That makes it even more fun. Come on, baby. You know you want me to fuck you senseless in one of these shelves, want me to make you beg to come right here.” 

Fucking hate him, she thought to herself. Her panties were soaked.

She grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs to the second floor, to a small far corner that she knew had no cameras in the vicinity. It also was ominously dark as some of the overhead lights had gone out earlier that week. She knew the library was utterly deserted and there was absolutely no chance of them getting caught, but still it made her nervous. But she supposed that was the entire point. 

“Can’t believe we’re doing this…” she mumbled, more to herself than Michael. Not that having sex at work or in public had not been on her list of things to one day do. She did not think it would be this particular job. 

“Relax and enjoy it,” he whispered in her ear before he pushed her forward, forcing her upper body against the cold wooden table in the corner. 

She hissed slightly as the cold material touched her bare arms. She could already tell what this was going to be: quick and dirty… and her favorite: rough. His touch always had a gentleness to it, which she appreciated. However, she loved it when he was rough, when he left a mark to remind her whose exactly she was.

“You gon’ be quiet for me?” 

“Yes.” 

She yelped as a hard smack fell across her ass as he pushed her skirt up to her waist. 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Good girl. But if that was any indication, don’t think you’re gonna keep quiet so…” 

Before Raven could even react, Michael ripped her panties clean from her body and stuffed them into her mouth as a makeshift gag. The quickness of it, the bite of the material against her skin, and the mere act of being forced to taste herself made her moan. But it worked, the sound was muffled. 

“That’s much better. And don’t let them fall out or I’ll light that ass up, understand?” 

She nodded fervently. Her body shuddered as he wiped a finger over her clit.

“So wet for me.” He sucked her juices off his finger and moaned lightly. “You taste so good, baby girl.”

She wanted to say thank you or beg but she couldn’t, not with her panties muffling her voice. 

She let out a guttural moan as he filled her in one stroke, the angle of the low table allowing him to get deep. One hand pushed her back deeper into the table as she squirmed. His strokes were deep and guttural, each one ending with jolt to her g spot. 

He was not making love to her, he was not gentle. This was pure fucking, fast and furious and uninhibited and she loved it. Everything in her wanted to scream but she could not. But her muffled low moans filled the small space as he settled into a rhythm. 

“You gon’ cum on this dick, you disgusting slut??” 

She could only force her head up enough to nod slightly before falling back against the table. She did not even feel the pain of her thighs banging into the table with every thrust because she was so focused on him. The power of his thighs slamming against hers, the pressure of one had at the base of her neck while the other bit into the meat of her hip. 

Where they were became irrelevant, the nervousness she felt about that fell away as every sense in her body focused on him and only him and the pleasure he so graciously provided her. 

Her eyes screwed shut as waves of pleasure hit her with the force of a train. Usually she had time to warm up and prepare herself but not today. Today, she was merely a vessel for him to get off and she loved every second of it. 

“Fuck… that’s it baby. Cum on this dick.” Michael was in heaven as her pussy clenched around him. He usually could last far longer than this but his body seemed to understand the point of a quickie. And so it did not take long for him to feel himself reaching the peak. 

He groaned and held onto her tightly as he filled her with his cum, part of him wanting to collapse next to her. He leaned over her for a few moments to catch his breath before staggering back from her as he pulled his briefs and pants back up and righted himself. 

Raven propped herself up on her elbows after letting her panties fall from her mouth. She glanced back at him with an incredulous look on her face as if she was still shocked that they just did that. Which made them both burst out into laughter. 

“Well that was… definitely one for the books,” she remarked as she sat up and turned around. She leaned against the table, her panties bunched up in her hand, she gestured toward them. “That was a nice addition, Mr. Jordan. Seems like you punished me more than I did you though.” 

“Eh you can punish me later, how about that?” He kissed her on the forehead before fishing her panties out of her hand and pushing them into his pocket with a wink. “Think I’ll keep those for the rest of the night. You can’t put ‘em back on.”

“Whose there??” An older man’s voice rang out causing both of them to scurry to fully right their clothing.

Raven cleared her throat as Michael helped her adjust her top and she emerged from the bookshelves. 

“I-It’s just me, Mr. Robinson!”

She waved at the elderly black man who was clearly maintenance staff.

“Ms. Turner! Figured it was you. Whatchu doin’ here so late? Book club ended a while ago?” 

Raven smiled and nodded. She grabbed Michael and pulled him out of the shelves. “My boyfriend came to pick me up and got distracted giving him a tour.  This is Michael,” she gestured at the star, the older man’s eyes growing big. “This is Mr. Robinson.” 

“How you doin’ man? I’m a big fan!” He offered, shaking Michael’s hand. “Cynthia called earlier and said some lights up here were out so I just came to fix ‘em before tomorrow.” 

“Thank you, we really appreciate that. Well, it’s all yours. We were just looking at books and joking around, we’ll get out of your way.” She jerked her head toward the door, gesturing for Michael to follow her. However, when she reached the steps, she turned back. “Oh and Mr. Robinson?” 

The man seemed to have a knowing look on his face. “Didn’t see anyone here when I came through, you were just finishin’ up as I was comin’ in.” He winked at her before waving them on their way. 

They made quick work of grabbing Raven’s bag and materials before scurrying out the door, the pair both busting out into laughter as they climbed into Michael’s SUV. 

“That was a close one,” she remarked. “Ok that was fun but definitely no more job sex.”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it,” he teased.

She gently shoved him back into his seat as she chuckled. “Shut upppppp. Whew I’m exhausted, can’t wait to knock out.” 

Michael patted his thigh, Raven laying down across the seat so she could sleep. It was a bit of a trek to his house from her neighborhood so Raven closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft music that played as Allen drove them home. 

“Do you miss it?” 

“Hm?” Raven asked, needing further clarification of what he was asking. 

“Do you miss writing? Or does this… the kids fill that void?” 

Raven thought about it for a moment, realizing she had never really let herself think too much about it or miss it that much. “Umm… yea, I try not to… try not to think about it. But I miss it a lot. It was my dream and I love these kids… don’t get me wrong. They are amazing and I have so much fun with them. But it doesn’t fill the void? Just makes the void a bit more bearable.” 

His hand ran through her blow out for a few moments before nodding and allowing silence to fall over them. Soon her gentle snores filled the car as Michael thought long and hard about what she said. He reached into his pocket, careful not to jolt the sleeping woman beneath him and opened his text thread with Alex. 

Michael: hey, need two favors

Alex: Don’t you always? 

Michael: ha ha. Need you to find me a contact at Hatchett & Perkins Publishing house? Like in legal or licensing or somethin

Alex: Let me guess… this favor is not so you can write a memoir? 

Michael: of course not. 

Alex: Give me till tomorrow and I’ll send you a name & email. Favor #2?

Michael: You got any friends that rep authors?

Alex: Yep. 

Michael: Find me one that reps fantasy. Preferably black women if you know them

Alex: Done. 

Michael let his phone fall onto his other thigh before he leaned back and smiled to himself. He was about to give her the Christmas of a lifetime. 

***

Christmas Day

Raven stretched lazily, the smell of cinnamon rolls wafting up to Michael’s bedroom through the cracked bedroom door. She lazily rolled over, surprised to find his spot empty. She groped in the bed for her phone, squinting to read the time. 8 am. 

Too early, she huffed as she threw the covers back over her head. They had been up past midnight partaking in the Jordans’ Christmas Eve traditions. They drank, watched a Christmas movie - this year was Michael’s turn to choose and he chose Jim Carey’s the Grinch much to Raven’s excitement - and opened one present each. 

There was a mountain of them under the tree. She had spent days helping Michael wrap them all. He had intended to have them sent out to be professionally wrapped but Raven put a stop to that nearly immediately. Similar to tree decorating, she thought there was something impersonal about having a professional do it. So she spent an entire Saturday wrapping all of his presents for his family, he hid hers from her much to her chagrin, and she had a ball doing it. His dining table looked like a disaster when she was done but each one looked perfect, his girl using different color wrapping paper for each member of the family. 

Raven had truly improved the whole Christmas holiday for the entire household, reminding him that just because money could buy some conveniences did not mean it should. He also just loved her childlike excitement and joy around the season that seemed endless. She was constantly humming a Christmas song under her breath, her singing voice was not half bad though she did not agree.

She never much cared for Christmas herself. She loved the spirit and energy it brought for others but there was nothing special about it for her. No traditions or joyous memories to hold on to. But Michael went out of his way to help her create some with his family and she loved him dearly for it. 

She had dozed off again when a familiar voice woke her up. 

“Come on sleepyhead. It’s present time,” she heard a singsongy voice call out that made her groan. “Five seconds or I’ll tackle you.” 

“You wouldn’t dare!” She called out, her voice muffled under the thick comforter. 

“Five.” 

“Four.” 

“Three…” 

“Two…” 

Raven let out a shriek as she felt Michael’s heavy body land on her. His fingers attempted to tickle her sides, forcing laughter and her face to emerge from the covers. 

“Fine, fine. I yield! I yield! I yield!” She cried out. 

At her words, he gripped her hips and flipped them over so she was straddling his waist. He grabbed a Santa hat he discarded on the bed and plopped into her head. “Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas,” she leaned down and kissed him on the lips. 

“Get dressed, we’re opening presents at 9.” 

She nodded. “Alrighty. I’ll just start breakfast while y’all do that.” 

“You’re opening presents too.” 

“You gave me mine last night?” And it was gorgeous, a set of diamond earrings that she was honestly afraid to ever wear.

“You thought I only got you one present??” 

She laughed, not understanding. “Well, I only got you one present!”

“That’s fine. Hell, you could just put a bow on yourself and I would be happy. I got everything I could ever need or want. But you have presents under the tree from everyone and everyone has a present from you and us. Get dressed.” 

At her shocked expression, Michael figured that she was not used to getting many, if any gifts. However, he decided to keep the mood light and playful. 

“You surprised? You been naughty this year or somethin’? Expectin’ a lump of coal?” 

She offered him a sly grin. “Oh I’ve been real naughty. But somethin’ tells me that being naughty got me more presents from Santa than being nice would’ve.” 

“You damn right, girl.” 

She let out a cackle and rolled her eyes before sliding out of bed to get dressed. Before she knew it, the entire family was surrounded by an explosion of wrapping paper and stacks of gifts. 

Raven loved all of her gifts from Michael’s family. They gave her a lot of books and gadgets for writers and readers but she loved all of them. She imagined that was all they really knew about her but she appreciated that they put effort and thought into it. 

“Ok, baby girl. Last one from me,” Michael handed her a box with a neat bow around it. The rest of the family had dispersed to get dressed for the day and for brunch, leaving the couple in the living room surrounded by everyone’s presents. 

“Baby…” she let out a playful whine. Most of her gifts had come for Michael and while they were all sweet and thoughtful, she knew they had cost him an arm and a leg. Another first edition book, a gorgeous Chloe tote bag for her to take to work, and more jewelry than she knew what to do with. It made her gift feel measly in comparison but she had done her best. “You already got me so much. Don’t need anything else.” 

He shook his head. “Well, this is the gift that matters.” 

She paused. “Well I have yours upstairs… I just wanted to give it to you when we were alone. Wanna go up there and exchange?” 

He nodded, both of them heading up to his room with bright grins on their faces. She sat her gift down on the bed while she went into her stuff and pulled out a small book. 

She held it close to her chest, taking a deep breath. “It’s not much… I d-didn’t know what to get a man who has well… everything a person could want. But I thought, well, maybe you’d like this. O-or at least you’d give me an A for effort,” she chuckled. “But if you hate it, I totally understand. You don’t gotta pretend if you don’t like it.” 

Michael raised an eyebrow and laughed, closing the space between them. “Why don’t you let me see it before you decide that I don’t like it? Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll love it.” 

She nodded and held out the small book to him. It looked like a professionally printed book, with a beautiful but simple black and gold cover. 

The title read: The Fall by Raven Turner 

Michael opened the first page, which read: 

It’s not much but you were the first person in a long time to make me want to pick up my figurative pen again. And this was the result: a story dedicated to every moment of the greatest fall of my life. I love you. 

Raven

“You wrote me a book?” He asked quietly as he examined it in his hands. 

She nodded. “Y-You like it?” 

He rushed forward and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply.  “I more than like it. This is the best gift anyone’s ever gotten me!” 

He peppered her face with kisses that made her giggle. “You sure? My other option was like a watch or something…”

He laughed. “Total waste of money. This is more valuable to me than 100 Rolexes. Thank you. I’ll read it tonight.” 

Nothing would have taken the smile off her face. 

“Now it’s your turn,” he urged as he sat his gift on his bedside table. 

Raven sat on his bed as she gently ripped the bow off and opened the box to find an envelope inside. It was odd, Raven could not possibly understand what the gift could be. 

She ripped open the envelope to reveal a plane ticket and hotel reservation to a resort in Thailand. 

“Y-You’re serious?? Thailand??” 

“Wanted to ring in our first New Years together somewhere special.” 

“Babe… this is…” 

“Exactly what you deserve. I have a feeling next year is gonna be your best year yet and I think we should usher it in with some style.” He had more than just a feeling, as long as his real surprise was wrapped up by their trip, it would surely be her best year yet. 

She laughed, wiping her tears away. “This is most certainly style. Thank you. I love it.” 

“I’m glad you do cause we leave tomorrow night.” 

Her mouth dropped open. “W-what?? Babe I gotta get my hair done… a wax, my nails! These aren’t vacation nails…” she glanced down at her beautiful but very Christmas themed nail set.

“You think I’d book you a trip to Thailand and not take care of everything?” His face scrunched up in a faux annoyance that made her chuckle. “You’re in for a day of pampering tomorrow while Jason picks out pieces and has his team pack for you. I plan on having you naked for most of the next two weeks so you ain’t gonna need much clothes.” 

“And work?” 

“You’d be surprised what a handsome face and nice smile will get you,” he remarked with a shrug. 

She stood and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him. “What did I do to deserve you?” 

“You’re you. That’s all it takes.” 

She smiled and kissed him again. She glanced at the bed, lust curling in her belly. 

“How long before your family comes looking for us?” 

She shrieked and laughed as he gently pushed her down on his bed. 

“Long enough for me to make you cum at least twice.” 

***

Raven was thankful their bungalow at this resort was fairly distant from the others as Michael seemed committed to making her scream over and over and over again for the last five days. She had seen very little of the resort aside from when they emerged for dinner. They had a private pool and private access to the beach. 

Michael had not been lying when he said he planned to have her naked for most of the trip. All she could do was laugh when she realized the only panties packed for her had been part of very sexy and elaborate lingerie sets that would not count as clothes for anyone with eyes. When she was not in a bathing suit or an outfit for dinner, she was in lingerie that did not stay on her body for long. 

Michael quite literally ravished her from sun up to sun down on every surface in their suite, in and by the pool, underneath the waterfall shower in their giant bathroom, and in the sand on their private beach. Though, neither of them did that one again due to the uncontrollable and annoying nature of sand. 

But every moment of it was pure bliss. She loved how he switched, often at a moment’s notice, from treating her like a grand prize he won to a convenient hole for him to fuck. It was not uncommon for him, while they were mid conversation about something utterly random by the pool or over lunch, to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her senseless simply because he felt like it. Their games did not diminish but seemed to amplify the more their relationship blossomed. 

Today, their game was orgasm denial. It was New Year’s Eve and Michael practically ignored her most of the day. After several days of being woken up with his head between her legs bringing her to orgasm, she was almost saddened to be woken up with a mere call for breakfast. 

The only time he touched her was during breakfast, as he - without a single word - slid his favorite vibrating toy into her pussy. She expected him to turn it on and bring her to orgasm right there, but he did no such thing. Instead, he told her of the tour of the nearby islands they were going to go on after breakfast. 

From that moment forward, all of his touches were chaste at best and decidedly frustrating to his girlfriend, much to his satisfaction. He could feel her eyes boring into the side of his face as if willing him to turn on the remote in his pocket as their tour guide jetted them around on a boat ride along the gorgeous blue water. 

It was difficult to ignore her for him too but he loved how eager she was, how the more he pretended he had not put the vibrator in her, the more aware she was of its presence. He watched her intently, how she tried to pay attention to the tour guide as she droned on and on about history, how her body squirmed in her seat with every platonic touch he offered, how her shoulders fell in disappointment every time those platonic touches did not turn into more. 

The boat ride was three hours of pure torture and he knew if he touched her, she would be dripping wet underneath her very revealing bathing suit and cover up. 

As they returned to their resort and stood up to get off the boat, Michael turned the vibrator on its full setting, Raven letting out a groan and her knees buckling beneath her. 

She almost fell completely to the floor of the boat but Michael skillfully caught her and feigned concern for her. 

“You ok, baby?” He glanced back at the tour guide before discreetly cutting the vibrator off. “Think the heat just got to her. Let me get you inside, love.” 

Raven was so consumed with the short-lived but amazing pleasure that all she could do was nod. She wanted to curse at him, scream at him. 

He held onto her tightly, keeping her flush to his side, as if he was helping a sick person until they made it back to their secluded bungalow. And by that time, Raven was fuming. 

“What the fuck, Bakari! In front of that lady as I was getting off the boat?? After you ignored me all morning??” She was not actually angry at him, she was just so fucking horny that she was angry. 

Michael grabbed her by the arm and put his hand around the base of her neck as he held her in a rough grip that made her thighs clench together. 

“If you want to cum at all again before 2023, I’d shut the fuck up. Understand?” he warned, his voice so strong and dominant that her mouth immediately shut.

Fuck. Admittedly, 2023 was only 12 more hours away, at least in Thailand. But she did not think she could wait 12 more hours. She was most certainly not God’s strongest soldier. 

“Y-Yes sir.” 

He grabbed her hand and led her outside to their private pool. “Sit,” he gestured toward one lounge chair that faced the pool. 

She sat down immediately, surprised when he disappeared back into their room, returning with several ropes. 

Fuck, she thought to herself again. Whatever he was about to do, she knew it would be extremely fun for him and a sort of delicious torturous fun for her. 

“Lay back.” 

She laid down against the warm fabric of the chair. He adjusted it so she was leaning back. He grabbed both of her hands and raised them above her head, tying them to the top of the lounge chair. Instinctively, she tried to move them but his knots were tight.

Then she watched as he did the same with each ankle, tying them to either side of the lounge chair so her legs were spread open. 

And then much to her surprise, he shed his clothes and slid in the pool. Her eyes filled with pure lust as she took in the droplets of water cascading down his perfect chiseled chest. She’d never get used to him. 

“Seems like you keep forgettin’ whose runnin’ this shit. So maybe this’ll teach you.” 

She did not fully understand what he meant until she felt the vibrator turn on, this time at its lowest setting. Her hips rolled as much as she could with her body restrained. She bit her lip to stop the moans from escaping, part of her not wanting to give him the satisfaction as she knew he was going to drag this out as long as possible. 

“You can try to keep quiet if you want to, baby. Honestly that’ll just make the show more entertaining for me.” 

And a show it was. Raven could only imagine how she looked to him as he leaned against the opposite edge of the pool and controlled her pleasure from afar. He talked, telling her about his upcoming projects for 2023, how he was so excited for his directorial debut of Creed 3. At first, with the toy on its lowest setting, she found it easier to ignore and engage in a conversation with him. 

However, as he steadily increased the intensity, her questions and responses were more broken by moans and groans that she could not hide. 

“How many books are in that series of yours?”

“Supposed to b- SHIT!” She cried out as he increased it to the highest setting. “Fuckkkkk,” she moaned as her hips started humping the air to increase the pleasure as she came close to her first orgasm of the day. However, as soon as she got to the edge, he cut it off, robbing her of it. 

“Michael!” She called out in frustration. 

“10.” 

“10 what??”

“Spankings. 5 for not answering my question and 5 for not addressing me properly.” 

She desperately wanted to roll her eyes. This nigga. 

“Three… the series is three books.” 

“Good girl.” 

The cycle and their conversation continued. Michael asked her more random questions about writing and her writing process and expected full answers as he brought her to the edge of an orgasm but took them away five more times. He gave her ample time to calm down in between each one but each time made the climb more intense and made the lack of an orgasm more painful.

And all the while, he sat unmoving like a statue across from her, watching as she moaned, begged, pleaded, and writhed around against her restraints. 

“You wanna cum, don’t you, baby?” He asked, moving for the first time to wade over to her. 

She was in tears as she nodded. “P-Please, d-daddy. I n-need to cum. I c-can’t take… much more. Please.” 

He lifted himself out of the water, Raven’s eyes studying how his biceps flexed at the swift motion. 

He grabbed her chin to force her to look at him. “You’ll take as much as I tell you. Besides, do you deserve pleasure before you’ve been punished?” 

She groaned. She hated him so much but she loved him so much that she would indeed take as much as he told her to. 

“N-no, no I don’t.” 

“That’s right. Only good girls get to orgasm. Are you gonna take your punishment like a good girl?” 

She nodded desperately. “Y-yes, I promise.” 

With that, he untied her and helped her up. He made her crawl behind him to their bedroom. He helped her onto the bed. 

“You know what to do.” 

Indeed, she did. Raven quickly discarded her bathing suit and climbed onto the bed and assumed his favorite position for both pleasure and punishment. Her face pressed against their comforter as she placed the deepest arch she could in her back. 

“Good girl, you want my hand or the belt?” 

That was an easy choice in her mind but she appreciated him letting her choose. “Your hand, please,” she asked innocently.

She knew it was both of their preference. Something about feeling the extent of his strength with every lash, seeing the red marks on her ass in the shape of his palm, made every punishment well worth it. She also knew Michael preferred it too. 

“Count ‘em out or I start over.” 

She groaned. This was the hardest part, focusing on each one enough to remember the number. 

She shrieked as he hit her the first time. She was not gonna be able to sit comfortably for the rest of their vacation. 

“One.” 

By the time she hit 15, she was in tears but she would have begged him not to stop. 

“Ten more, baby. And you’re doing so good…” he grabbed the remote he had discarded next to them and turn it on to its highest setting. “You can cum whenever you want.” 

Raven felt like her whole body was in flames as he rained down the last ten blows while the vibrator did the work of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost against her g-spot. She tried to grab a pillow to bury her face in as her screams reached a fever pitch that she imagined could be heard across their resort but Michael grabbed a fist of her braids and forced her head up. 

“Nah I wanna hear you.” 

She could not even register the last two spankings as she blissfully felt every part of her body, down to the cellular level, become overwhelmed with mind-numbing, life altering pleasure. Her entire body collapsed forward onto the bed, her legs unable to hold her lower body up. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she mumbled as she felt the vibrator turn off and started to come down. 

Michael smiled as he took in her form, he had utterly depleted her as she laid there, her entire body covered in a thin layer of sweat. 

He climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back soothingly as she laid there, her brain not fully functioning or cognizant of his presence. 

Raven used the little bit of energy she had to settle into his arms, burying her head into his neck. She appreciated his commitment to aftercare, particularly when their sessions were super intense. Oftentimes, they were just so intense, they rubbed Raven raw emotionally and left her feeling vulnerable. And when they were merely fake dating, she had to often ignore those needs because she was afraid to ask him for more. He always checked in and ran her a bath or gave her a massage, often brought her food to ensure she was ok before he went to his guest room to sleep.  

But now, she could snuggle up against him and feel close to him, feel his love and receive his praise while she recovered. And she had not realized just how much she was missing. 

“You ok?” He asked. “That was intense.” 

“I’m excellent. And still horny but I don’t think my legs work to move,” she moaned. 

“Well, rest. I’ll wake up when it’s time to get ready for dinner.” 

He watched her for a while before he set an alarm and dozed off himself. 

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“Figured we could go watch the fireworks on the beach. They told me the good ones start around 11:30… so in a bit.” 

Raven smiled as she continued eating. They had slept most of the day away after their session and she was starving. Michael had a private dinner scheduled for them in their suite, which she appreciated. She still got dolled up in a flowery two piece crop top and skirt but it was nice to have dinner in their own space. 

“So my mom asks this every New Years Eve… what do you want out of 2023?”

Raven’s fork paused in mid air as she thought on the question. What did she want out of the new year? She had no idea. 

“Umm… whew, I dunno. I’ve just been counting down the last couple years truth be told. Kinda felt lost and all over the place without my career? Didn’t really think I had much to look forward to? But…” 

“But…” 

“But now I feel like I don’t want everything to just pass me by? Like even if I’m not free to do what I love just yet, I wanna feel… happy? I wanna feel good and enjoy life.” She shrugged. “It’s kinda stupid.” 

He held his hand out for her to take it and squeezed, his thumb rubbing her hand. “That’s far from stupid. I have a surprise for you.” 

He took a deep breath and reached under the table to grab a box. 

She smiled and shook her head. “This trip wasn’t a surprise enough??” 

“Nah. And this is really just a late Christmas gift. Legal shit delayed it a couple days… but it seems fitting. Here’s to a 2023 of happiness and freedom.” 

He held the box out to her, it exactly resembled the one he had given her with their surprise trip to Thailand inside only this one had a large stack of paperwork in it. 

“What’s this??” She pulled the heavy stack, her eyes growing wide as she thumbed through them, skimming them quickly. “I-Is this what I think it is?” 

“If you think it’s the rights to your book, which are now yours to do with whatever you want, then yes. If you were thinkin’ it was somethin’ else…” 

Her mouth dropped open. Her breath came out more as a strangled sob than anything else as she continued reading. 

“This is…” she laughed nervously. “This is a joke right? Y-you didn’t… I know this had to have cost like… someone’s yearly salary money.” She stood and shook her head. “Y-You have to let me pay you back for that. It’ll take me like a fuckin’ decade,” she admitted. “But you can’t…” 

Michael gestured for him to come to her. He kept her flush to his lap as her entire body trembled from the pure shock. He had expected this reaction and was prepared. But he had not done what he did and paid what he did lightly. It was worth every single frustrating conversation and dollar spent.

“Yes I can… and I did. Getting rid of the last piece of dead weight you were dragging around was worth every dime. You deserve to tell your stories and they took that from you. So I took it back and am giving it to you. One signature,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and held it to her. “And they are all yours.” 

A tear fell on the papers before Raven tossed them down to the ground and threw herself into Michael’s arms as she sobbed into his neck. He wrapped his arms around her tightly as he held her.

“I love you… so much.” She whispered through her sobs. “T-this is the greatest thing anyone’s ever done for m-me.” 

His palm wiped away the tears streaming down her face as he kissed her. 

“It’s nothing.” 

She shook her head. “No, it’s literally everything… I don’t deserve you,” she whispered, shaking her head. 

“Yea you do. And all the other good things in this world. I’ll spend every day making sure you know it.”

They finished their dessert with Raven still on his lap, the young woman too shocked to really speak or offer much to the conversation. She could not believe it, could not believe him. She knew it would still be a long road to self-publish and figure all of that out but now? Now she had options, she could figure it out without waiting for the timer to hit zero. 

And he had done that for her. 

“Come on, fireworks are about to start.” 

Raven nodded and smiled. “Give me 5 minutes? Gonna put these somewhere safe,” she grabbed the scattered papers off the floor. “And fix my makeup. Can’t have you kissing me at midnight with eyeliner running down my face. That’d be a tragic start to the year.” 

“I’ll be by the pool. Don’t take too long.”

He watched her walk away and smiled before walking outside to the balcony. The fireworks were already in full swing and he could hear music and laughter from the main beach of the resort. 

It was the perfect end to a perfect night. Well, almost. A buzzing in his pocket redirected his attention. Tasha’s name scrolled across his phone. 

“This girl,” he mumbled. He knew her well enough to know if he did not answer she would simply call back. 

Michael glanced over his shoulder and sighed as he swiped across his phone. 

“Hey,” he offered coldly. The truth was he had forgotten everything about Tasha, had not thought about her once since her name graced his screen on Raven’s birthday. 

He did not hate her or offer her ill will, he just had no interest in seeing or speaking to her again. 

“Hey baby. Happy New Year.” 

“Happy New Year.” Michael’s tone was short and clipped, praying he could get her off the phone before Raven came back from the bathroom to find him. 

“Wanted to see if the New Year was gonna bring my favorite customer back to me?” 

“Look Tash…”

“It’s been a few months, Mike. You promised.”

Michael rolled his eyes. He had let her get far too comfortable, so comfortable that she thought he’d always be there. Which seemed like a base level foolish assumption given her line of work. But either way, he had moved on. Raven was his present and his future. He had no interest in anyone else. But this was the weight he was dragging around behind him, he quickly realized. And every day that he did not tell Tasha that truth and let her believe there was something there for them, was a disservice to her, Raven, and himself. 

“I know what I said but shit changed. I love her, Tash.” 

A wave of anger hit him as he heard the woman scoff, which was filled with disbelief. 

“Her?? You love her??” 

“Yes, her. I love her and even though it started off as somethin’ not real, it’s real to us both now and she’s everything I want.” He sighed. “Look, you are a great girl, I enjoyed our time together but I can’t see you anymore. Ever.” 

“You serious right now??” He could feel her rage through the phone but that did not deter him. Raven was everything for him and nothing Tasha could say would change that. 

“Dead serious. I know this ain’t what you wanted to hear but it’s over between us. I’m sorry.” 

She was seething. “Fuck you, Michael! You can’t just drop me outta fuckin’ no where! What am I supposed to fuckin’ do??” 

He bowed his head. Her reaction was not out of the realm of possibility, he just had not considered it at all, had not considered that he would have to “break up” with her officially. But he did not regret nor was he phased by her anger. That part of his life - whoring and using any and every woman who would let him - was over and in the past. 

“Find another client to replace me. I can’t be the first client to move on.” 

There was a long pause. “Nah you ain’t the first. But you’re the first to fall in love with a fuckin’ hooker and try to pass it off as a real relationship. Imagine the money TMZ would give me for that story.” 

Michael’s mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding right?” 

“I ain’t’ fuckin’ laughin. You can leave me for that country ass fake bumpkin, you can put her in designer clothes and call her your girlfriend but unfortunately for you, I know what she really is. A whore. And while you might think you can wave a wand and make her a housewife, everyone else? They’ll fuckin’ tear her apart. You really want that?” 

Michael couldn’t believe this shit. In all his years of being famous and having money, he had never had someone try to blackmail him. Michael clenched his eyes shut. “How much?” 

“There we go. Glad we could come to an agreement. $10k for now. I expect it as soon as you get back to LA. And then we can figure out an arrangement that works for both of us. Happy New Year, baby.” 

And with that, the phone went dead. Michael clenched it in his hand in frustration as he turned and shook his head. He quickly deleted the call from his call log to ensure Raven did not accidentally see it and sent Alex a text. 

Mike: We have a BIG problem

“Wow, those are gorgeous!” 

Michael slid his phone in his pocket as Raven emerged and stood next to him, her make up pristine and her body now clad in a very sexy ocean blue lingerie set. Michael forced a smile onto his face as he grabbed her ass and squeezed. 

“Not as gorgeous as you.” 

“We got five minutes till midnight and then I figured we could create some fireworks of our own?” 

“I like the sound of that…” Michael mused. 

He knew he needed to tell Raven about Tasha but he did not have the heart to do it right then. She was so happy, so happy that her whole body seemed to radiate with it. He refused to let anything diminish or take that feeling away. And he refused to let another selfish person steal her joy and relaxation while they were on vacation. He had a week to figure out a plan and get Tasha out of his life once and for all. And he had every intention of doing so and telling Raven once it was all said and done. She was finally happy and she deserved to stay that way. This was exclusively his mess, he would get himself out of it. 

“Oh you never told me,” Raven said as they sat down and stuck their feet in the water while the fireworks continued to boom loudly around them, painting the sky in bright colors. 

“What?” 

“What you want out of 2023?” 

Michael glanced down at her and the bright smile on her face. “I think I got everything I want for 2023. I got you, about to finish the biggest run of my career. I guess I just… want to make sure I don’t lose it all?”

She gently shoved him with her shoulder and chuckled. “Well, you aren’t gonna lose me.” 

“That a promise?” 

“Yes it is.” 

Off in the distance, they could hear the faint countdown from the giant crowd at the beach. 

Five… four… three… two…

“Happy New Year, Rae.” 

“Happy New Year, baby.” 

They shared a deep kiss under the fireworks before Michael swooped her up into his arms and carried her to bed, their room becoming a fireworks show for two. 

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A/N: the babies are in relationship blisssssss. And how perfect is Michael? Getting her book back for her. Also I tried to do some research on how all that works and it is really confusing so any real authors reading - don't hate me if I got it wrong LOL it's fiction! Well, as we all knew it would, Tasha has come back to claim her man again... what do we think? Should he have told Raven? Or should he wait till they get home? Or should he just deal with Tasha on his own? Anndddd this is the last update for this story for like a month - so so sorry to leave it like that LOL love yall though! Hope you enjoyed it!

[weministertomonsters]

Naga Father (Araza) x gender-neutral reader

Anyone remember that short monster imagine I did of a naga and a babysitter? Well, I expanded it a bit. :)

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You're looking forward to a free weekend, but when you receive a call on Friday night for a babysitting job, you decide to take it. As much as you'd like to take some time for yourself, you do need the money.

"You come highly recommended," the gruff voice on the other end says.

"Well, I'm good with kids," you reply, idly curling a strand of your kinky hair through your fingers. "And I often clean up the house a little if I have the spare time. It really helps out the parents who work late or have extra shifts."

"I will see for myself. Come by at eight tomorrow morning," the man- or at least you think it is- says, and hangs up.

Oof. So it's one of those parents then. You can almost predict how the day is going to go. You're exhausted, so after you feed your cat, you have a quick dinner and all but collapse onto your bed. You sleep so deeply that your alarm shrieking in your ear barely pierces through your dreams.

Groaning, you peel your face off your pillow and try to remember what you set it for. Great. You hop out of bed and shamble into the kitchen to fix some coffee. After that and a warm shower, you feel much better. You drag a brush through your hair and put on some casual, comfortable clothes, perfect for chasing after kids all day.

It's not often you babysit a single child, so this is going to be interesting.

You get there on time, but spend almost a full minute lingering in your car, wondering if you maybe got the wrong address. The house is huge, with white brick walls, big windows, and a sprawling yard that looks a little ramble-y and overgrown. You don't spot a single wayward toy.

Well, there's only one way to know. You get out and trudge up the crunchy gravel path. The doorbell echoes through the house but you don't hear any footsteps. The door swings open suddenly and… Well, you're not looking at a person, that's for sure.

A well-sculpted human torso tapers off into a snake tail that coils so far back that you can't see the end of it. His eyes are a bright gold with slitted pupils.

You're pretty certain this is the guy you spoke to on the phone yesterday. It's not hard for you to guess that he answered the door like this as a shock factor. To see how you'd react to a non-human, to judge if you're one of those paranoid types to start screaming about demons and evil.

You definitely aren't. The reason you're staring isn't because you've never seen one of his kind before (though you haven't because the town you live in is really small), but because he answered the door without a stitch of clothing on. You'd think he'd at least wear a shirt, but no.

He looks fresh out of the shower too, with the ends of his dark hair dripping water onto his tan skin. He has claws and scales on his forearms. Good lord, he's built nicely, with a bit of lean muscle.

"Have I surprised you?" He drawls, and you note the muted lisp of the 's', which you caught on the phone as well.

"Yes. Um, I mean no." You chuckle nervously, tucking your hands into your pockets. "It's cool."

Your eyes are still lingering shamelessly on his chest. It's his fault for answering the door like that, you reason. He's practically inviting you to look.

"Well, come in," he says, slipping to the side and opening the door a little wider. "Remove your shoes."

"Thanks." You step in and slip your shoes off, marveling at how clean the floors are.

For a moment, you just observe each other. He takes you in, an eyebrow hitching slightly. You look… Like a rainbow. Your afro is dyed in chunks so it looks like a fluffy snowcone. You're wearing a bright t-shirt with overalls that have a cute white rabbit embroidered on the front. Your socks are covered in funky polka dots, but they're very comfy. You've learned from experience not to put on jewelry for babysitting jobs, but you never go anywhere without the dainty three-leafed clover necklace your mother gave you years ago.

"Have I surprised you?" You echo his earlier words.

"You look very… Human," he responds with a slight curl of his lip.

"Let me guess, you don't like my kind?"

"Not really, no. However I cannot shift my schedule further, so I require someone to watch my son. And my community has an annoying lack of babysitters. Thus, you."

"Me," you echo with a slight smile.

He turns and slithers into the kitchen. You can hear a muted hiss as his scales scrape over the floorboards.

"Um, am I early?" You ask, even though you know you're right on time.

"I leave in half an hour," he says as he pours a cup of tea. "I want to observe how you interact with my son."

"I understand. I promise to take good care of him, Mr…? I didn't catch your name yesterday."

"Because I never gave it to you. Mr. Araza."

"Tobi," you reply.

"And how do I address you?" He asks, turning to sweep his gaze over your frame.

You know that you're perfectly straddling the fence between feminine and masculine, and you like to keep it that way. With some people, it's fun to see them fume and struggle to fit you into a box or label. With Mr. Araza, you can tell he's just curious.

"Just Tobi is fine," you reply with a small smile.

He nods. His tongue flickers out of his mouth and that startles you. It's just so pink and thin, with a delicate pronged tip. You clear your throat and try to look casual. His eyes narrow slightly and you pray he can't use his tongue to figure out what exactly you're feeling or the way your hormones just spiked, or you're fucked.

"I take suppressants," he says like he just read your thoughts, moving close enough that you catch a hint of the fragrant tea in his hand.

"It is tiring to live in a world saturated by human hormones. Your kind is terrible at hiding their true reactions. As such, I suppress my abilities to give me some peace of mind. You can keep your twisted desires to yourself."

Oh wow, okay.

You don't try to defend yourself but you do take a small step back. You don't like feeling cornered. His eyes take in every small detail and you have a feeling that even on suppressants, he can read you just fine.

"Papa?" A small voice speaks up, and both of you look towards the kitchen doorway.

Mr. Araza's son is so dang cute, is your first thought.

You've never seen a young naga before and he's only five. His tail is small, almost stubby. He has no claws or scales other than the ones on his tail. On the whole, he looks far less intimidating. He's also wearing a shirt.

His pupils are wide and curious as his eyes fall on you, but they shrink as soon as he looks at his father.

"I finished," he says softly, scooting closer and holding up a small handwriting booklet.

As soon as Mr. Araza takes the booklet, he shoots out of the room, terribly clumsy. You've seen videos of actual snakes on tiles, their bodies twisting but going nowhere. He sort of looks like that. It could be cute, but more than anything, it's uncomfortable to watch him struggle knowing that he lives in a house that's almost exclusively covered in sleek wood floors.

"Are you punishing him?" You ask softly. "I mean, it's none of my business, but-"

"Yes," Mr. Araza says, staring down at the page with a frown.

The letters and numbers his son has traced are wobbly.

"That's really not bad," you say quietly. "For a five-year-old."

"He ate a mouse."

"What?" You sputter.

"That's why I'm punishing him. He caught and ate a mouse."

You try very hard to school your expression and you don't know what to say. You already guessed that nagas are carnivores, so you're not sure whether eating mice is a bad thing and why.

Mr. Araza sighs, looking rather aggravated as he closes the booklet and tosses it on the counter.

"Unregulated food sources are strictly forbidden. I cannot know what that mouse has eaten and if it is clean or not. He knows this, but ate it anyway."

"Oh. I will, um, make sure he doesn't eat any mice or err, spiders or anything else." You say.

That seems to please him. "I have a chart on the fridge with his nutritional needs and portion sizes.  The meat is in the fridge. Let it thaw to room temperature but do not cook it. Not even a little. Understood?"

"Crystal clear," you say.

He huffs. "I will be in my room getting ready. Do acquaint yourself with him. He is in his room, first door on the left."

You do as he has asked, climbing the stairs up to the kid's room. The fact that nagas move on their tails means that he's a bit shorter than human kids his age. With that in mind, the doorknob is way too high up.

You hear the hiss of scales coming up the stairs. The more you think about it, nothing in the house is accommodating to nagas. You're pretty sure if you checked the bathroom you'd find a human toilet.

"Um, Mr. Araza?" You turn to him.

He pauses in the doorway of his bedroom and glances over his shoulder. "Yes?"

"Why are you living in this house? It's a nice place, but it's built for humans," you say. "I understand if your reasons are private, but what about your son? Don't you want things to be easy for him?"

Mr. Araza blinks, double eyelids closing over his eyes for a moment. "Most of the world is built to accommodate your kind alone. I will not have my son fumbling in unfamiliar surroundings. He will learn how to manage."

"Isn't it a little soon?" You ask, but all you get as a response is the thud of his door closing.

You blow out a breath and knock on his son's bedroom door.

"Can I come in?"

"Okay," a small, shy voice replies.

You push open the door and step into a cluttered, but clean room. Colorful drawings are stuck all over the walls and most of them feature two-legged blobs. Humans. You idly wonder what his father thinks of that.

"Hi," you say to the boy. "Sam, right?"

His bed is piled high with stuffed animals and blankets, stacked up around him like a little nest. He nods, curly hair falling into his eyes.

"Are you going to watch me while Papa works?" He says, his lisp far more pronounced than his father's.

"Yes. We can do anything you want," you tell him.

"Can we make pictures?" He says, eyes going round.

"Sure!" You say.

He has an entire setup, a scratched and worn table, and a giant box filled with coloring pencils, crayons, small jars of poster paint, and oil pastels. It's pretty messy, and you make a mental note to sort everything out nicely later.

He takes a piece of paper and gives you one as well, and throws himself enthusiastically into it. His tongue flickers out of his mouth subconsciously, and you try not to jump each time.

"What are you drawing?" You ask him after a while

"A tree!" He says, and points at a darker, tangled shape in the branches. "And that's Papa when he rescued a cat."

"That's nice of him to do," you say.

He nods, smearing green oil pastels to make grass and leaves. "The lady wasn't nice. Papa gave her the cat but she called him a bad word and walked away. She didn't say thank you!"

"Some people are meanies," you say. "But I'm sure the cat was grateful."

You see movement in the corner of your eye. Mr. Araza is standing in the doorframe, putting on a tie. He's wearing a crisp suit with gold cuff links that match his eyes.

"I'm going to send your Papa off, okay? Keep coloring," you say, standing up.

"His mother used to color with him like that," Mr. Araza says as you near him.

"Really. I think we'll get along okay," you murmur as you follow him down the stairs. "Sam is sweet."

"You wouldn't like to see him when he's hungry," Mr. Araza huffs with a flicker of amusement. "I will call at midday."

With that, he leaves. You turn to head back up the stairs. Sam is done with his picture.

"Do you want to do another one?" You ask, and he nods eagerly.

This is going to be a piece of cake.

Part 2

[aquinnix]

Febuwhump Day 15 - "Who Did This to You?"

“Guys! She’s waking up!” The voice was soft, almost muted, like someone shouting through a piece of cloth. That was not unlike how Pearl’s mind felt, like every thought was clouded and distorted.

Another voice came, this one higher pitched but still whisper like. “Pearl! Oh gosh, are you ok? How did you… no, that's not important right now.” Pearl felt her body move upwards, it was strange, the air now at her back felt more stable than whatever she had been lying on before. It was freeing, like she was floating. “There we go. It's ok, take your time. Is there anything I can get for you?” Pearl’s tongue felt like lead in her mouth. That was fine though, she felt no need to respond to the kind voice, just to be.

The other voice was back again. “Give her some space Gem.” The support at Pearl’s back fell away, yet she remained upright, resting against the firm nothing.

“Sorry.”

Another voice, this one pitched somewhere in between the two others edged by a light warmth. “Oh man Pearl! Are you alright?”

The higher voice, Gem replied for her. “She’s awake, that's good right?” Something came to rest on Pearl’s shoulder, it was barely a touch but something about it still felt secure, safe.

“Pearl, can you look at me?” The warm voice was closer now. Pearl moved her head in the direction of the voice, even the small tilt making her muscles feel like stone. “Ok great start, now just open.” The voice was steeped in concern now, almost jittery. Pearl followed the command, lids slowly creeping open. The world was beautiful. Little lights filled her vision, dotting a sea of deep blues and purples. Everything was so big yet so small, filled with potential yet drowning in a sea of it.

Silence.

No more voices.

Her body was shaking, the pressure on her shoulder tightening. The muted voices were back, even quieter, each word lost in the expanse before her. A few words managed to reach her ears. “Get Doc… No, she'll be fine… I think.”

Pearl’s lids drooped again, the darkness returning. It seemed sad now, lonely without all the lights and colours.

A new voice, this one low and gruff. “Let me take a look. Hey Pearl, can you open your eyes again?” Pearl did as she was told, the world regaining its beauty.

“So, any ideas?” The cloth voice was edged with concern, though it was hidden by fake curiosity.

“Let me make a few calls. See if you can get her to talk in the meantime.” The deep voice faded away, followed by the sound of creaking and a soft thud.

Pearl could get lost in this, the never ending expanse before her, it was intoxicating.

“I know this is a lot but… do you think you could tell us what happened? Etho just found you lying in the snow by Decked Out and we don't have much else to go on.” Gem’s voice was almost trembling now. Pearl opened her mouth to respond, the words feeling rough in her throat and coming out as nothing but a small gurgle. “That’s it, take your time.”

Pearl finally managed to speak. “Stars.”

“Uh huh, what about stars?” The cloth covered voice was closer now.

Pearl tilted her head in its direction. “Stars.” She repeated.

A sigh came from her left followed by the warm voice. “Can you tell us anything else?” A long pause. “About your eyes maybe?”

What was wrong with her eyes? Everything was so magical when she opened them, dusted with light.

“It's so pretty.” The words felt slurred as they left her lips.

Everything tightened. Like the air had shattered and each breath threatened to cause another crack.

Gem’s voice was laced with false joy. “What’s pretty? You certainly don't mean Impulse.” A forced laugh echoed through the space. “Ow! I'm just trying to lighten the mood!”

Pearl didn't hear the last few words. “Everything.”

Footsteps, loud and clunky, as if made by metal boots. “Can someone tell me what happened? I just caught Doc trying to…Oh goodness me.” The voice was breathy and muffled, anger quickly dropping to fear.

“We don’t know. I just found her like this and well… you can see for yourself.”

More bulky sounding footsteps came closer. “Pearl.” The whispered word was somber and full of worry. Pearl just made a vague humming noise. “What happened?” Then, lower, slower. “Who did this to you?”

“The stars.”

[goldenhallas]

20 TAV/OC QUESTIONS

I saw saw @galesdevoteewife's post about her Tav & decided I wanted to do it too :) I'm tagging everyone who wants to do this & pls tag me if you do, I love seeing people's Tavs! <3

Senna, my scrunkly half wood elf ranger/druid/favoured of mielikki blorbo who was quite literally raised by wolves :) <3

I. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

She generally smells like wolf fur, fresh earth, herbs and Felsul flower oil when she can make or buy it (Felsul are common in the Cloakwood where she grew up but she can't always find them while on the road).

II. what would their blood taste like to vampires?

Crisp, a little sweet, and a little tart, like an apple.

III. how would they kiss their LI?

Sen doesn't do anything by halves; she kisses passionately, fiercely, with wild abandon. She doesn't hold anything back and gives all of herself when she loves someone.

IV. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

She loves being warm and cosy and cuddling. Without Gale she always sleeps snuggled up with her wolf, Fey, but when she sleeps with Gale it's with her face nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her and their legs tangled together, or they switch between being the big spoon or little spoon depending on the night/what they feel like.

And Fey is still included of course! If she's sleeping facing Gale, her wolf sleeps at her back. If she's sleeping with her back against Gale, she's cuddling Fey and her face is snuggled into her fur <3

V. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

Her tent is a simple muted green, made to blend in with the forest. Inside she has a raggedy patchwork blanket, a bedroll, an old velvet pillow for Fey, a small wooden box of needle and thread for patching up her clothes, some ink pots, quills and a stack of journals. Outside she has a few small plant pots where she grows herbs and tea leaves and whatever weed she smokes in her dad's old pipe lol

VI. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

These Feywild dice I found on the nexus (they're what I use in game)

VII. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

She collects random things that catch her eye like rocks, gems and feathers, as well as herbs, and she's also very sentimental so if anyone gives her anything, she keeps it (like the story Mirkon wrote her after she saved him, for example). When she gets into a relationship with Gale she starts collecting recipes to cook with him, plus all the poetry he writes for her, as well as poetry she comes across that she thinks he'll like (she doesn't write poetry herself).

VIII. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

She's part of the Astarion/Gale book club. She loves books on flora and fauna, and she's curating her own florilegium with descriptions and illustrations of all the herbs, plants, flowers and animals she comes across on her travels.

IX. if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

Oh it'd be Lae'zel for sure. They're both very headstrong and confident and think their way is the right way, so in the beginning they butt heads and challenge each other a lot. Each grows to respect the other for their determination and strength over time, and they end up forming a strong bond because of it.

Woe be upon ye who tries to shove them into that shirt though, you'll end up on the wrong end of a Gith sword AND stuck with a hide full of arrows.

X. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

She only uses speak with animals, Gale uses speak with dead.

XI. what are their thoughts on clowns?

She's never seen one until the Circus of the Last Days, and she's not at all interested in them/doesn't really get it. She just does one of her little head tilts and looks at them like... hmm...what odd people...and then gets distracted by the dryad, who she absolutely moons over.

XII. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

It's probably Astarion and Shadowheart, and they're probably either complaining about how much of an annoyingly cheery, energetic morning person she is, or mocking her obvious lovesickness over Gale.

XIII. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

Wolf antics, Gale's complaints whenever they have to sneak, Gale's comments while on the battlefield, Gale in general (their senses of humour are well aligned), Astarion's histrionics, Astarion and Shadowheart's snarky conversations, Karlach's jokes, Wyll's utter intolerance for poorly performed music, Lae'zel's mispronunciation of common words.

She laughs heartily, warmly, and without restraint - pretty much the way she does everything.

XIV. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

She's not much of a "hey wanna hear this joke" kind of person, but she undoubtedly has things that are uniquely funny to her and her companions based on the experiences they had together, as you do when you spend a lot of time / go through a lot with people. Like, "Hey, remember that time..."

XV. what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

Her dress: a lovely dress made of a soft, well-worn green cloth, with flowers stitched into the bodice and an intricate woven belt around the waist (it doesn't have a description so I wrote this one).

Her boots: made of intertwining branches that wrap around the foot like nature's embrace.

XVI. what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

Again it doesn't have a description, but I imagine it'd say something like "Plain, simple cotton undergarments".

XVII. how do they celebrate their birthday?

She doesn't know when it is, so she celebrates the day her dad adopted her instead, which was Ches 3. She spends the day gathering berries and baking a pie with them, as that's what her dad used to do for her every year.

XVIII. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

She probably wouldn't watch TV much, but I think she'd enjoy nature documentaries, and she'd get Gale to watch with her and then blab random facts at him the whole time.

XIX. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

I'm in the middle of working on one, the title of and first song on it is Raised by Wolves by The Interrupters, and sums Senna up perfectly: My teeth got sharper, my skin got tough So I forgive you for your giving up For your giving up It doesn't matter, my life was shattered And my heart's got holes You left a child out in the wild And I was raised by wolves I was raised by wolves, ah-ooh I was raised by wolves, ah-ooh

Yeah, when you left and said goodbye Under the moonlight, we had to learn to stay alive In the wild

XX. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

In her pockets she just carries some coins and hair ties, and in her backpack she carries her current leatherbound journal, a pot of ink, a couple quills, a folded piece of parchment that has been read many times (it's her favourite poem Gale wrote for her), maps, some healing potions, a satchel of herbs and other alchemy ingredients, trap disarming tools, travel rations (including a wedge of cheese with a big bite taken out of it), a waterskin, and a mess kit.

[allthecastlesonclouds]

29, 22, 11, and 8 for the oc ask game!!

ohh these are fun ones thank you!

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

Since I answered this for Clare and Rose over here, I'll talk about Ivy, the. I guess she's a side character? An ally? She's Rose's girlfriend. Anyway, she's a fighter, so she spends a lot of her time training– she does enjoy it, and when you’re overwhelmed that’s an easy Don’t Think Just Punch response! She also enjoys karaoke. A lot :) she’s stolen rose’s walkman quite a few times trying to find new songs!

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

Rose is an OC that’s grown with me through the years, and Ivy was developed with her. I was really big on mysteries/heist books when I was younger (and I still am now!) but I was bothered by how many of them had the characters be bad actors and yet they were believed. like yea i’ll believe this island will ignore a character’s eyes glowing yellow but also she’s returned home covered in dirt and blood and she said she just fell on the rocks don’t worry :) she wasn’t anywhere illegal :) so Rose is my way of going I bet an actor thief could do a Whole Lot! (also, I started watching Leverage recently, and Sophie Devereaux makes me feel VINDICATED.) Ivy is the response to Rose– opposite of an actor is a hitter, right? They fill in each other’s weaknesses, to an extent :)

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

Rose: She’ll go to Fawn, generally, when she needs to rework a con, but it’s situational. When it’s personal, she’s a Flight (but she is a fighter. When she sets her heart to a job, she will complete it, and she’ll toss most everyone out of the way. And she likes the challenge!) Ivy: Fight through and through. If she runs, she gets shot. She’s a lover, though: fight to survive, not to live. survival is driving people away. ivy’s lonely. Clare: Flight. They Get Out Of There As Soon As Possible. oh god. and a lover! confrontation sucks why can’t people just like each other!

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

Never made a moodboard and i don’t have the time rn to try but. i’ll put down what my notes for one would be. Rose: white roses, blue fabrics. mask/s? a starlight, always gone by sunrise. Green eyes with sharp makeup. Lesbian pining. Overall very focused– one corner shockingly bright/cheerful, rest relaxed. Clare: a tiny ember always glows beneath the brush (for everyone jason reynolds). pink and black nails. watch (important!) Bleached hair and tattoo books. The world keeps on being round. Ivy: reds and oranges. Freckles and blush. Walkman. Tangled headphones– running headphones! I Wanna Dance with Somebody and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. chocolate pastries and gold chains. muted. warm.

ask me abt my ocs!

[charnelhouse]

Ok, I'm sure you're already writing something with Red, Ghost and Soap, BUT in that public smut you wrote... she somewhat flirted back / agreed to Soap with his offer to cuddle. I wonder if Ghost was murmuring some stuff (while balls deep) to arouse her further about inviting Soap... like along the lines of having Soap open her up, so she can take his {Ghost} larger member etc. Is that what the giggle was about? And morning after now that Soap has suspicions confirmed about Ghost and Red... can he be chill? Will he be chill if he got an invite? Anyway, musings in anonymous.

A/N: Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader. Mentions of anal. Smut. A dash of soap. Parallel to subtle.

“Cuddle with Soap?”

“Cuddle” is full of grit. Ghost spits it out like a dirty word as if allowing Johnny to hold you would have been akin to anal sex.

You palm his cheek, thumb digging under the edge of his mask. His cock is inside you, thick and searing. He drives forward in long, sharp strokes. “You know - oh fuck - you know I wasn’t - wasn’t going to.”

“Do I?” he rumbles, lying flat on top of you, hips rolling between your spread thighs, insistent.

It’s raining outside the safe house. A full, swollen storm pelting against the one window. The trees are swimming together, branches and dead leaves making music. Price is out front on watch. The others are asleep in the corner and Ghost had reached for you in the dark.

“We can’t.”

“The storm’s too loud. No one’ll hear.”

"I don't think-"

"I need you, Duchess."

He braces his weight, his eyes glinting in the holes of his mask as he appraises you. You clutch at him, holding tight even though he’s got you pinned. You can smell him every time you bury your nose in his soft sweatshirt: a lit tobacco pipe in the rain. He rocks forward and rows back at a consistent rhythm, soaking in the warm, slick clutch of your sex. He might do this until morning, until dawn slinks gem-red over the room. He’s tried it before. He’s succeeded.

You should have been a porn star with that stamina. I need a wheelchair.

If you think that will get you out of training, think again, Red.

No matter how subtly he fucks you, he’s still heavy, his cock so big that every plunge aches like an old burn. He punches the breath from your lungs, his bare hand finding purchase over your mouth when you whimper or grunt. The pleasure is debilitating. He blankets you, holding you down, stabbing deep, but careful not to make any noise that could awaken the others. 

You’re so wet that you hope the shift and graze of his pants, his boots creaking on the floor is enough to mute the crude song of him claiming your pussy. 

“We could ask him to join, hmm?” He nuzzles his covered nose along your jaw. “Should I have him stick his prick in you, open you up for me?”

You clench. It’s totally not your fault, but you lock up, choke his cock. “Shit,” you whisper as he sinks deeper and groans against your throat. 

“Dirty girl,” He grasps your hip, squeezes until it’ll bruise, which you wouldn’t mind. You love the marks he leaves on your skin since he’s so careful about publicizing his desire for you outside of these moments. “You fuckin’ liked that.”

His tone is etched with slight bitterness.

“I didn’t,” you murmur, but his dark eyes glisten like seal skin, they’re full of a longing that pinches your nipples - your spine - every branch of nerves. You feel so on display. The attraction for Soap can’t be helped. He’s gorgeous and hilarious, ripples like a white-yellow sun. He’s flirtatious and thrilling and you have the gut feeling that Soap eats pussy with an unreal enthusiasm. 

He’s not Ghost, though. 

He’s not Simon.

He peers down at you, the weight of him in your cunt swelling and pulsing. You’re stretched to your limit, your knees clamped against his muscular torso. The fabric of his under armor is silky against your bare skin. He’s staring so intently that you feel awkward - nervous as hell.

You giggle. A reflex. 

No. No. I don’t want to get dicked down by Johnny. 

“Liar,” Ghost finally accuses as he grinds his pelvis into your clit. You arch, nails stabbing into the nape of his neck. You can feel the strain in his tendons, the bunching of his shoulder blades. He’s balls deep, crushing your body but keeping his hand firmly planted beneath your head to protect it.

“I’d-I’d only let him if you were there,” you confess. “Inside me…fuck…holding me while-“

“Inside you?” Ghost rumbles. “You want Johnny to fill somewhere else, then?” He slides one broad hand beneath your ass, lifting your hips and thrusting down so sharply you choke. “Could you handle it, love?”

He’s in your lungs. Your guts. He’s embedded in your nervous system and you can’t remember human language. 

“Shit,” you hiss.

“Aw,” he murmurs, audibly impressed with himself. “That’s my girl.”

You bite your lip, eyes rolling back when he delivers another deliberate stroke, his length drags through your walls, ridged and colossal. It hurts just the right amount.

“I could handle it,” you answer hoarsely. “You know I could.” 

You tug him down to press your lips to the skull’s teeth, desperate to kiss him, but no that you can’t right here, right now. Ghost goes easily, allowing you to manhandle him. That’s the thing about Simon. He can toss you around, lift you against a wall and fuck you dumb, but he’s always ready to be delicate or subservient when you need him to be.

Your head falls back as you blink up at him, offer him a pointed flutter of your lashes. Ghost actually stiffens, grows harder, massive thighs forcing your knees apart. “Don’t you look at me with those bloody fuckin’ eyes,” he husks. “Tryin’ to distract me.”

“We were talking threesomes, Simon.”

“If you think I’m gonna let that cunt taste you tonight-“

“Tonight?” you echo. “So then tomorrow?”

He pauses, dropping his head and shaking it. He laughs softly. “You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

“You’re a pain in my arse.”

“You are in mine.”

“I’m not in there yet,” he mutters as he slides one leather-covered finger along the crease of your ass. “But we’ve got a long time ‘til morning.”

You smirk, contracting your lower muscles until his pace stutters. 

“Fuck, Duchess.”

“You’d break me if you tried that.”

“Nah,” he assures you, circling his pelvis before pushing further as if he could hit your womb. His mouth is right against your ear. “You know how good I’d make it, yeah? Use my fingers…my tongue…until you’re so fuckin’ ready-“

“Mmm maybe Soap can help. Double-team, yah know?”

His fist slams against the floor. There’s a snarl behind his mask. 

“Okay, okay,” you soothe him, petting his burly shoulders. You press a soft kiss to his covered cheek before you lie back and let him continue. “No more Johnny talk.”

You’ll table it for later. 

[chilumi-shipper]

HI! I REALLY LIKE YOUR CHILDE X SHY!READER AND DILUC X MUTE!READER SERIES CAN YOU PLEASE DO A XIAO OR SCAMOUCHE VERSION WITH AFFECTIONATE!READER PLEASE

(ILY) - ANON <3

Loving Warmth

Xiao x GN!Reader

Summary: You have an overbearing amount of love and affection for him, you hug him too many times, you give him unnecessary gifts, you say too many cheesy things, you call him very embarrassing pet names. However, people only miss the warmth when it's getting cold.

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Xiao

Whilst walking to Wangshu Inn for your daily visit to Xiao, you found an extremely familiar bracelet lying on the field of Guili Plains.

Huh? It looks like the bracelet that you gave Xiao a week ago...

Maybe he dropped it from the balcony and didn't realize it. You'll just give it back to him when you get there :D

It's been a month, and yet the Yaksha still stands by the balcony, hoping to feel a familiar warmth engulf him as a pair of arms wrap around his form.

"Xiao! Look what I found!" You skipped to him, in your usual happy mood as you arrived at the Inn's balcony. The person you were looking for was right there, not even turning around to greet you.

Well, maybe he's just day dreaming about something and didn't hear you talk.

A broken bracelet was between Xiao's fingers, his handling was gently, careful to not let the charms fall off the strings. It was a sweet gift actually, each charm you carved from rock and painted to match his personality and aesthetic, his adeptus mask, a grumpy looking anemo slime, a qingxin flower, and a simple heart.

How ironic is it that the heart charm was split in half when he threw it that night?

"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't realize what I was doing..." You stuttered out on apology, avoiding his annoyed stare and irritated expression. You wished that you could stop your eyes from watering, but your vision turned blurry as you take in what he had said.

The bracelet that you had shown to him the moment you arrived was taken out of your hand and broke as it was thrown to the wall.

"Didn't realize how much of an annoying pest you're being?" You trembled as you swallowed the sob that wanted to escape your mouth. Trying to keep quiet and not provoke him even further.

You thought that your company would make his days less lonely, plus, you love spending time with him! You love him more than anything in the world!

Maybe that's why you're being too affectionate?

You felt ashamed as he rambled on about how frustrated he was with you, feeling small as he talked about your useless gifts and your overbearing hugs and your silly little pet names.

You wanted to cry at that moment. But... what if he thinks that you're too sensitive too?

Were you truly that bad of a lover?

"You just don't know anything other than being a bother, don't you?" It was true that you visit him everyday, it was true that you loved to keep him close when you're together, it was true that you love making little presents for him like treats and accessories.

"Maybe that's why nobody ever wanted to be with you."

What does he miss about you?

When you cuddle up to him to warm yourself up due to the cold night.

When you nuzzle your face on his shoulder or his back and he feels your lips for a smile.

When you bring a big fuzzy blanket to cover yourself and him even though you know that cold doesn't bother him.

Those little irritated huffs you make when you complain to him about Zhongli who has yet to pay you for the abundance of products you had to pay for because he forgot his wallet.

Your whispers of comfort and your soft voice when he feels like he can't keep his karmic debt at bay.

When you pepper his face with kisses even when he tries to pull away because you know that he secretly likes it.

And despite his face turning red... he missed you call him puppy, or kitten, or baby or your little firefly.

"There's no point holding on to something you can't fix." He immediately turns around, seeing your face with a small smile plastered on it.

"Uh..." He looks down at his hands, seeing the broken bracelet. "I-It holds a lot of value." Xiao managed to speak up.

'It's just carved out rocks, some beads and a string.' You stopped yourself from saying it.

He observed you silently, you seemed a lot more reserved now, quieter, looking a bit tired. As you walk up to the railings, you kept him at arms length, you reverted your gaze from him, up to the night sky.

Xiao thought hard of what to say incase you come back. And yet, all he said now was, "I believe this bracelet can be fixed though. I can carve another pebble into a heart and tie the broken string together."

He could not put to words how much he wanted to hug and kiss you at that moment.

"That, or you could just throw it away..."

"I can't..."

A shooting star flew by.

"Xiao, I understand what you said back then." You sighed, fighting the urge to inch closer to him. "I'm really sorry that I'm like this."

"Don't apologize-"

"No." You looked back at him, only to see that his gaze was already at you. "Let me finish."

"I get attached too easily." You chuckled a bit, despite your little sniffles. "Ever since I was a kid, I would give everything I have to please the people I love, then they would get annoyed and embarrassed with me, they'd say I was being too clingy and cheesy. Then they would just avoid me, until we're not close anymore. Then I would cry about losing yet another friend."

"When we started dating, I loved doing so many things for you. It made me happy to put a smile on your face, even just a little bit." You wiped the few tears that fell from your eyes. "You deserve love, Xiao. I wanted to give you that love."

Xiao listened to your words intently, "Even you, a guy that probably doesn't even know the human standards of what being cheesy is, didn't like the way I am." He wanted to shake his head, he does like you, he loves you, you do make him happy, and he didn't realize the warmth he lost when he pushed you away.

"There's no point holding on to something you can't fix..." You close your eyes. "This attitude of mine, this is something I can't fix. Because I can't stop being sensitive, I can't stop loving."

Another shooting star flew by...

"I wish that I could just get rid of it." Xiao shook his head, even though you couldn't see it. He stepped closer to you. "I would still have all my friends, people would actually stop calling me weird."

"I would still have you."

You gasped slightly as you felt his arms wrap around you from behind. "Xiao?"

Another shooting star...

"I wish that I can make you as happy as you make me." He whispered, his breath hitting your neck. Even in that moment, his gloved hand delicately clutches the bracelet.

It was a silent night as the night sky was grazed by a meteor shower, it felt nice to watch the show as you sit down and work on fixing the bracelet together.

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This is actually something that I relate to, hehe. Also, it's the middle of the night and I felt a little inspired to write at least one thing, so here it is. I hope you like it, anon!

[gllamours]

mw2 boys with an s/o who's love language is physical touch

characters: john 'soap' mactavish, captain john price, gary 'roach' sanderson, simon 'ghost' riley, yuri, vladimir makarov

cw(s): none

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john 'soap' mactavish:

at first he doesn't really get it he just thinks you're touchy

but when your relationship develops he's like 'ohhh'

he's not great at talking about his emotions so he leaves little notes saying 'i love you' or 'have a good day' for you instead

he also doesn't mind pda as long as it's not too much pda, he's a captain after all

when he's tired he loves hugging you and is even more cuddly in bed, will never admit it but it helps him sleep

the only time he doesn't really wanna be all touchy is when he's in a briefing or hyper focused on sorting through paperwork/intel

he's a workaholic you can't change my mind

overall he loves it

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captain john price:

doesn't really care what you do tbh

he doesn't find it bothersome or distracting when you brush a hand over his back/arm ect

its been a while since he's had a partner since he's always waist deep in work (but he makes an exception for you) so he lowkey loves how touchy you are

you always support his dangerous plans and cheer him on bc you know he can do it so why would he push away your affection?

his way of showing love is gifting you little things/making food and drinks for you

he always leaves before you wake up but he will make you tea/coffee and breakfast <3

not a huge cuddler but he won't push you away, at most though you will get an arm around the shoulder

ruffles your hair in passing <3

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gary 'roach' sanderson:

since he's mute (or at least i hc him to be) he can't tell you how much he loves you, so he goes to handholding, kisses, hugging

he's a huge hands on person, so one of you is always touching the other in this relationship

loves it when you play with his hands or trace over scars it makes him melt <33

people will always find you two cuddled up somewhere when he's not on a mission or in a briefing

the amount of times mactavish has kicked you both out of the rec room for cuddling on the couch late at night is phenomenal

if you two manage to get a mission together he's hugging your back in the briefing as you play with his hands

will always stay close and pull you behind cover too, its just an excuse to touch you

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simon 'ghost' riley:

at first he's very distant

every time you touch him gently in passing or hug him he gets tense and flustered

soon enough he warms up to it and finds himself seeking your touch

but god forbid he will initiate it

the most he'll do is touching your lower back or grabbing your arm

his way of showing he cares is quality time, so he prefers sitting with you somewhere quiet and listening to you talk, sometimes engaging in a conversation as well

when you two are fully involved he'll let you cuddle up to him in private since he's not big on pda (he's supposed to be the 'tough guy'!)

the most pda he'll give is probably a forehead kiss when the two of you split up, he's better at that than cuddling

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yuri:

he loves holding your hand so he isn't that bothered

much like ghost he will probably only do forehead kisses when others are around, but he will let you show as much pda as you want

its just that he feels pressured not to engage in pda by his peers

but he's all for cuddling ect in private (except he doesn't get much privacy so those moments are special)

gets nightmares quite often so the feeling of you cuddled up into him helps soothe him when he wakes up

he's a very open person so he has no problem saying i love you

i also feel like he gives amazing hugs

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vladimir makarov:

pretends he doesn't care but he adores you

loves it when you gently touch his back when you pass him

much like price he prefers showing his love through gifts, he literally buys anything for you

calls you nicknames too

if you're busy scraping intel together for him and have no time to go say hi to him or the main crew he'll bring you a drink and give you a soft kiss

scoffs and rolls his eyes if you say thank you

he hates sappy shit, so he loves that you don't gush over him and only give him small yet meaningful touches

he also loves his space, so you not being too overbearing is fine by him

will let you cuddle up to him in bed, but doesn't cuddle back </3

however, if he's around zakhaev/a higher up or has to be professional he will not accept any sort of physical contact

he has to maintain a certain fear inducing, scary profile, he can't be seen being all lovey-dovey with you

and, although he'll never admit this, he doesn't want the wrong people to find out the two of you are dating

he's trying to keep you safe, and it's not just because you're a highly sought after hacker that can provide him with all the intel he could ever want

[lewisyellowhelmet]

just the two of us - lewis hamilton x reader

summary: after bahrain 22, you and lewis celebrate in the hotel room.

warnings: 18+, choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, language, established relationship

feel free to leave thoughts/feelings/requests here x

Your throat is raw from screaming the whole last lap. Or maybe from the dry desert air, maybe the late hour. The roar of the cars still echos in your skull, a buzzing to the quiet of the hotel room. A headache threatens. It always happens to you, after, the combination of noise and adrenaline. The tingling excitement dulls the pain though, the spark of hope. The car can be fixed. The pace will improve. Lewis will win. You wriggle your toes under the covers, smiling to yourself, all tucked up in the big hotel bed. The nerves from the day have faded, replaced by the satisfying warmth of a podium finish.

The big windows look out over the city, blinking lights, sluggish cars, the moon high in a dark sky. The sound of running water from Lewis’ shower, the muted television flashing a late news broadcast, open suitcases spilling open on the floor. These race weekends never feel like real life. The rush, the luxury, the masses of people. It’s like a break in reality, a pause in time to experience a neon dream. This is familiar now, though, in an anonymous hotel room, waiting for Lewis to come to bed. Fatigue sits in your bones, the jet lag, the comfort of the bed, the drop in adrenaline. There’s a book in your carry on bag, somewhere, but that would mean emerging from the covers to find it, turning the light on. Save it for the flight home. Heavy eyes, heavy body.

You must doze, waiting for him, because it surprises you when there’s hands on your body, a rustle of the covers, dip of the mattress.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lewis is saying when you stir, his mouth on your hair, “Go back to sleep.”

You hum your resistance, opening your body to let him fit against you, half a yawn, head tucked under his chin. He smells like the hotel’s soap, skin warm from the shower, his leg between yours, pressing. It takes you a moment to realise, half asleep still, wriggling to tilt your face back so you can see him, that he’s come to bed naked. Soft smile, crinkly eyes as he smoothes hair off your forehead, shared breath.

“Happy?” You ask, hand on his ribs, feeling him breathe. Lewis nods, kisses the very tip of your nose. The twists of his hair are damp from the shower, gentle rustle on the pillows. You pet at his chains, warm from his body. His heartbeat against yours, steady.

“So proud of you,” you say, must have said it a thousand times before, but meaning it all the same.

“Always,” you continue, his hands flexing around your waist in warm appreciation, dropping his head to kiss you, slow, soft. Sometimes you feel like the pride must shine out of you, a blinding, golden light, spilling from you, overwhelming.

“So cosy,” Lewis mumbles into your mouth, a huffed laugh, rucking up your (his) t-shirt around your chest so he can touch more of you, gentle fingers. He’s right. Everything is warm and hazy and lovely. The familiarity of him in an unfamiliar place. The quiet sounds he makes as you feel him grow against your belly, unconscious rocks of his hips, the way he knows how good it is when he presses his thigh up between your legs. It must be the early hours of the morning now, the world asleep outside. He should be asleep too, recovering, but instead he’s kissing a lazy line down your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breast. The softness of his mouth, the scruff of his beard. His big hand on your hip, the sweep of his thumb over your tummy, back and forth, almost teasing. Wet sounds from his mouth on your breast, press of his tongue, the hot knead of his hand when he pulls off. Dark eyes in the dim light, watching, smiling. Helping you out of your underwear, legs wriggling under the duvet. You could take him in you now, maybe, if he went slow, and you want too, always in a rush to get there, hear him sigh, the way he says your name when he settles home, but Lewis’ hand is already there, solid and warm. Just presses for a long moment, holds you, before he slides his finger into you, crooks it just right, another, the heel of his palm pushing pressure on your clit.

“So pretty,” he says, voice thick, and you open your eyes enough to see him watching you, one hand tangled in your hair, angling your neck so he can see your face, his pupils blown wide, a lazy smile, “Can’t wait to be inside you.”

Your hips rock into his hand, the length of him against your thigh, hot and hard. A whisper of his name, half a breath. It’s almost suffocating, like this, hot under the duvet, pressed up against his body, but it’s good, feeling him, the strength of him, the way he handles you, too easy for him to pull your leg up over his hip, angle your body for him, the blunt press of him where you’re missing his withdrawn hand already.

“What do you want?” Lewis says, doesn’t push in, just holds himself there, a promise.

“Want you,” you say, your mouth against his, it almost hurts where you wait for him, an ache, a wanting that never goes away, “Want you.”

“Like this?” Lewis asks, kisses you, licks in, tight fingers around your thigh, betraying his appearance of calm control.

“Yeah,” pulling at him, his arms, feeling him laugh, all fond and lovely.

“So hot when you’re needy,” he’s saying, and then he’s pushing into you, thick and strong and big. It knocks the breath out of you, every time. The size of him, the way he holds you against him, like he wants to force your body to become part of his, one living thing, entwined together. The way he says fuck against your swollen mouth, and his voice breaks on the vowel. He always talks, during it, makes your body hot, your thoughts all blend together. Lewis is half on top of you, the press of him, holding your hip so he can fuck into you, his other hand holding the back of your head, his cheek pressed against yours.

“So good, you feel so good,” he’s saying, his voice low and heavy, stops talking to kiss you, look at you, kiss you again. You must look fucked out, the way you always end up gazing at him, mouth open, hanging onto every word.

“S’my favourite part,” Lewis rasps, and you almost laugh, because it can’t be true, that this is the best part of his weekend, but you love when the simplicity of him comes through, not pretending, doesn’t need to fake it, can just hold you down with his body and tell you you’re his favourite and mean it. He’s shaking, a little bit, exhaustion, probably, hitches your leg up around his waist higher, somehow slides deeper, makes you cry out.

“I know, I know, fuck, wanna stay like this forever,” he says, feels your body begin to tighten around him, the catch in your breath, knows your warning as well as his own.

“Wait, wait for me,” Lewis is saying, his rhythm quickening, becoming sloppier, the sound of your bodies, the way he’s panting, sweat shining on his skin. The city lights are making the dark lines of his tattoo’s stand out. You can’t wait, surely he must know that. Just looking at him, his red mouth, the muscle in his shoulders. His hand on your throat now, just enough pressure for your eyes to glaze, everything to narrow down to just his face on the pillow next to you, the sound of his voice.

“Lewis,” you’re saying, must be repeating it over and over, a whisper, almost a whimper.

“I’m gonna come,” he’s panting, a messy kiss, the press of his forehead to yours, tries to hold himself steady and keep a rhythm while you let go, fingers in his back, feeling the pull and release of his muscles, rasp coming, coming, coming into his mouth with his hand around your throat. Lewis groans a warning, eyes screwing closed as he comes, lips dragging on yours. The pulse of him in you, the warmth, the way he goes boneless, melts into you, eyes half closed, happy little sighs from his chest.

Sleep is pulling at you, lulled by Lewis’ tracing soft circles on your ribcage, still inside you, the heaviness of him along the line of your body. Lazy kisses on your jaw because he can.

“You sleeping?” He whispers, the rumble of his voice.

“Almost.”

Your hand around his wrist, gentle, holding him close, feeling him breathe. He must say I love you because you murmur it back, cringe with him when he pulls out, kisses you once more on the mouth. His leg slung over yours. The weight of him tethers you, draws you down into sleep. Lewis follows you into your dreams.

[planetsano]

xbox or playstation? 🎮

SYNOPSIS ✰ eren finds more interest in gaming than you, his horny girlfriend.

WARNINGS ✰ nsfw/18+, gamer au, streamer/gamer eren, very needy and horny reader, humping, sex in a gaming chair, blowjob, dirty talk, eren is kinda mean but he lets you use him to get off.

PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.

The uncomfortable throbbing and heat coming from between your legs were enough to pull you from your sleep. The dream you experienced before waking up was the cause— your boyfriend fucking you into the mattress while his large hand your face hard-pressed into the sheets as he pounded into you from behind. It was expected, Eren’s been streaming and gaming for most of the day, leaving you to fend for yourself to find your own entertainment. Usually, you didn’t mind. It was his job and how he paid rent but on this particular day you were feeling very needy and your advances were met with a dismissive ‘I’m working.’ or ‘I’m busy right now. Can’t you wait later?’

A tiny whine escaped your lips as you sat up, wiping the sleep from your hazy eyes to an empty bed. The orange light from the sunset was bleeding through the window, entering the room and coloring the walls a warm apricot color.

5:15 pm is what the digital clock sitting on the nightstand on his side of the bed read. He should be finished streaming.

The soft pitter-patter of your soft feet sounded again the cold hardwood flooring throughout the hallway as you made your way to what you like to call ‘the homewrecking room’, it’s just his workroom but maybe you’re a little bit of a drama queen. The door was halfway open, so you stuck your head in. It was rather dark, his LEDs turned off and the blinds from the window closed. His face was illuminated by the computer monitors in front of his face. He wasn’t on stream right now that was a fact but you still knocked on the twice before stepping in.

“Eren,” You called for him.

Your soft voice grabs Eren’s attention, making him do a double-take. He takes his hand to push one side of his headset behind his ear, eyes locked on you for a moment. He’s not sure if you want to tell him something but he couldn’t lie, you looked cute right now— dressed in nothing but his hoodie and your cute panties. You were wearing the cotton ones that had the teeny ribbon bow at the waistband. You had a sleepy look on your face, rubbing your eyes with one of your sweater paws.

“Took a nap?” He asks— his eyes darting back to the main computer monitor out of the three in front of him.

“Mhm.” You hum in response, walking over to him and standing at the armrest of his chair.

Eren looks pretty right now. He always does but you especially love when he wears his hair down. He’s so invested in the game— brows furrowed in concentration while his fingers skillfully mashed the controller’s buttons. The game controller looks so small in his hands compared to when you’re holding it.

“Can we cuddle?” You ask softly, wiggling your sweater paw on his forearm.

Eren leans back further in his gaming chair, lifting his arms as an invitation for you to come climb into his lap. So you did— settling yourself onto his thighs with both your legs on either side of his waist. Your body melts into his with your face buried in his neck, taking in his scent. He smelled faintly of his favorite cologne, a sultry mixture of amber and cedarwood. Eren’s arms wrap around your frame, his slender hands still pressing the buttons on his controller rapidly. You can hear his friends’ yelling, profanities, and jokes spill through his headset. To be frank, you were getting a little jealous because you wanted his attention. You’ve been asking for it the entire day nearly.

“Miss you, Eren..” You whine quietly into his skin.

“Flank to your right, Jean-” Eren mutes his mic. “I’m right here, pumpkin.” He rubs yours back a couple of times before his hand is back on the controller. Eren isn’t really there and definitely not paying attention either, you can tell. There's a clear difference in tone— disinterest, and dismissiveness when speaking to you and the lighthearted words and chuckles his friends get.

“Pay attention to me.” You mumble.

“I am.” He deadpans.

“You’re not, you jerk.” Your shirt balls up into your fist.

You just want him— and you’re not exactly picky with how either.

One of your hands finds its way to your clothed pussy, lodging itself in between his crotch and yours before you begin to hump it, adding pressure on your clit from your middle and ring finger.

“What are you doing?” Eren asks quietly enough for his headset not to pick up his words.

“Nothing.” You whimper, continuing to rut yourself against your hand and taking in your boyfriend’s scent.

It’s not enough though, you know it’s not enough. In a way, you almost hate how Eren conditioned you to want his cock and his only. It’s so fucking big and pretty, he knows it too. The way you can feel that thick vein that protrudes angrily along his length rub against your g spot with every thrust. God, and how he splits you open is almost scary but you can’t get enough of it. Fingers, pillows, toys just don’t do it for you anymore— and your hand right now certainly wasn’t.

“C’n I put you inside?” You lift yourself lazily from his shoulder to look at him, pouting and flushed in the face. Eren sighs, before muting his mic once again.

“Will you behave? I’m serious, (Name). I’m not fucking you right now. Jean is recording for his channel.” He says.

“s’okay!” You perk up a bit. “Just wanna feel you.” You say.

“You say that then we end up fucking..” He sighs when he sees the sad puppy eyes you were putting on for him.

“Go on then, Get me hard.”

It’s been thirty minutes— thirty aching minutes of being stuffed full of Eren’s fat cock. Your panties have long since been discarded somewhere on the floor while his shorts and boxers are pulled halfway down his thighs. You know he can feel your walls fluttering around him every time one of you shifts even the slightest bit, and the most frustrating thing about it is: he doesn’t seem to be affected by any of this. Still ignoring you with his dick buried balls deep into your cunt. Every time you attempted to grind your hips down onto his, he would pinch your thigh hard enough to sting.

“Rennie,” You had tears pricking at your eyes at this point, all you wanted to do was cum but your boyfriend was being a jerk.

“Are you this insatiable? My god.” Eren asks.

“Please, Eren. I miss you.” You rolled your hips onto his.

“Fine. Use it, get yourself off. But I’m not helping you.”

Eren doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re fucking yourself on his cock— quite literally using him as your own personal dildo. Your arms are wrapped snug around his neck, muffling your moans in his neck as you bounce yourself up and down on his shaft. The head of his cock hitting your cervix every time your hips slammed down onto his. The chair creaking underneath you both with your rapid movements was paired with soft sounds of skin slapping, your labored breathing, and whines. You’re almost certain his teammates can hear you, but it doesn’t matter to you. The only thing on your mind right now was using your boyfriend to get yourself off.

You feel your high form in the pit of your tummy, erupting like a volcano when you reach its peak. Your walls clamp around your boyfriend’s big cock— walls fluttering and clenching in erratic rhythms around his shaft. Your thighs are burning and shaking as you tried your best to silence your moans by biting down on his shoulder. Eren feels it all, he knows you just came but he’s still unbothered, his eyes locked on the screen. His body only moves slightly when you tug on his neck a little too hard. You’re limp in his lap, catching your breath when you hear Eren’s team call for a 10-minute break before resuming another session.

“Satisfied?” He asks, pulling back his headphones so they lay around his neck.

“You didn’t cum.” You say, your cheek slightly squished from his shoulder. Eren only shrugs and ushers you to get up by tapping on your thighs and you followed suit— lifting yourself off his cock. It falls heavy out of you, slapping softly onto his shirt glistening from your juices.

“Clean it.” He says.

You drop to your knees taking his shaft into your palm, dragging your tongue along his length making sure to flatten your muscle to cover more area. You look up through your lashes at Eren to see he’s on his phone— body relaxed with his arm rested behind his head, scrolling through Twitter. Ignoring you, again.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock as you swirl your tongue around the flushed red tip— then taking as much as you possibly could into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to create a sucking sensation. The rest that couldn’t fit was being fisted by your hand.

“I said clean up your mess, not get me off,” Eren says, looking down at you instead of at his phone. You released him from your mouth with an explicit ‘pop.’

“Will you feed me, Eren?” You ask, eyes never leaving his. “‘m hungry.” Your hand continues to pump him lazily.

“Fuck- Yeah, I got something for you. Hold still.” Eren’s phone is long forgotten, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head back.

“Use both hands, yeah- stroke my cock, baby.” Eren’s moans sound breathless and pretty. You’re moving your hands up and down his dick at a rapid pace.

“Open your mouth. Said you were hungry, right?” Eren shoots his load onto your tongue unannounced— his thick ropes painting your pretty pink tongue white, some of it dripping down your chin. He’s looking down at you with lidded eyes and his bottom lip nursed between his teeth as he rides out his high with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Your hands come to an eventual stop and you roll your tongue back into your mouth, swallowing your snack. Eren takes a finger, swiping it along your chin to gather the excess that didn’t make it into your tummy. You gladly taking his finger into your mouth sucking it clean.

“Now get out. I’m working.”

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[frogtanii]

warm.

it’s too warm, was your first waking thought as you sluggishly waded through the mound of blankets that encompassed you to get a breath of fresh air (you assumed bokuto and kuroo were the culprits for your warm and fuzzy hellhole). your eyes first fell on the television playing the credits to the second or third pirates of the caribbean movie on mute, the remote haphazardly thrown somewhere to your left as though the person who did so left in a hurry.

speaking of people, there was no one left in the room as you slowly joined the land of the living. a part of you suspected everyone had gone to bed but atsumu or akaashi would’ve woken you up if that had been the case.

belatedly, you recognized voices coming from the front door and your still sleep-addled brain lit up. oh! you thought. food must be here! untangling yourself from the blankets proved to be an exhausting feat because by the time you were done, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat underneath oikawa’s sweats and sakusa’s hoodie.

ugh, gross.

you began to make your way towards the door, the blood rushing through your head preventing you from hearing the details of conversation but knowing atsumu, he was just haggling for a lower price even though you told him repeatedly, that isn’t how pizza places work tsum.

as you drew nearer to the commotion, you started to pick up on the heavy tension in the air, leaving you extremely uncomfortable. you had no idea what the cause of it was but you did know it was making most of the boys upset, who, by the way, hadn’t noticed you creeping around just yet.

a feminine voice rang out from outside the doorway and though you were still attempting to gain your hearing, the sound sent chills down your spine. it sounded saccharine, sweet, familiar, and oh so evil.

even with a head full of cotton, you figured now wouldn’t be the best time to reveal yourself, what with the clear discomfort permeating the atmosphere, but your big fat mouth apparently had other plans.

“‘tsum, just let the poor pizza lady go,” you muttered, the beginnings of a headache making itself known at the back of your skull. you were a little too caught up with the dwarf banging at your head with a sledgehammer to notice the shock that everyone in the room turned to look at you with.

a gentle hand grasped at your forearm, whispering something into your ear before attempting to pull you back to the living room, but that same familiar voice from the door kept you planted where you stood.

“oh, the princess finally makes herself known,” meiko sneered, her face finally coming into focus, striking you with pang of fear straight through your heart. “funny, i thought i left you speechless the last time we... ‘talked’.”

“ya shut yer fuckin mouth,” atsumu lunged at her but was stopped by sakusa’s arm around his waist, successfully holding him in place. meiko just giggled, taking a step into the house, her heels clicking as she glided across the hardwood floors.

in the back of your head, you noted that meiko looked unusually beautiful, her makeup flawlessly done and her outfit complementing it perfectly, almost reminiscent of how she used to be before... well, just “before”.

you watched the boys unconsciously angle themselves as a protective wall around you, the person holding your arm (who you now realized was koushi) pulling you in tighter until your back was resting against his chest.

a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated but the other, more self preserving, bit felt irrationally safe and protected around these boys. it was nice... or it would’ve been if meiko wasn’t taking herself on a tour around the house as though she hadn’t been living there for almost the past year.

“you all can tone down on the guard dog act. i’m not here to fight,” she said as she pretended to wipe dust off the island. “you’re not?” bokuto’s skeptical voice rose up from behind you, one of his hands finding yours underneath the massive sleeves of your (sakusa’s) hoodie.

meiko shook her head with an empty smile, her perfectly painted red lips stretching unnaturally wide. “no, of course not! i’ve just come here to collect.”

the boys collectively tensed around you, akaashi whispering for kenma to go find yachi and quickly. as he slipped away, you made eye contact with sakusa who gave you an imperceptible nod that you assumed meant one thing — keep her talking.

“collect what?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you wanted, but you hoped she didn’t notice. she cocked her head as her eyes snapped to you as if she’d forgotten you were there, but judging by her growing smirk, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“my boys of course!” meiko clapped gleefully, clicking her way over toward kuroo to run her hand over his bicep, laughing when he jolted away from her touch. “they’ve always been mine, you know that don’t you?”

it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped over your head. you felt frozen again, the same feeling of dread creeping up your spine as it did when meiko attacked you. in turn, you barely noticed kenma’s return who whispered something to sakusa — an action that didn’t go unnoticed by meiko.

“what’re my boys talking about? are you plotting against me?” she pouted, scooting closer to the pair. kenma visibly paled and moved to hide himself behind sakusa’s broad shoulders. “we aren’t doing anything, meiko.”

wrong answer.

“oh, we both know that isn’t the case kiyoomi. i’m not a fucking idiot.” meiko’s voice filled with venom before moving even closer still. you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your hand gripping bokuto’s even tighter.

what if she brought some kind of weapon to the house? what if she hurt you? what if she hurt them?

before you could think, you were standing in front of the group, the boys calling out your name as meiko’s face lit up. “so the precious little princess wants to take a stand! let me have it then, huh? let me see what all the craze is about!”

despite the fear thudding in your chest, you stood tall, glaring at her with your head held high. “the boys are not yours, meiko,” you declared, her mouth instantly opening in protest but you refused to let her speak.

“they aren’t possessions or objects you can own and treat like shit. they are people, real living, breathing people and they aren’t mine either. they have full reign to do what they want, when they want, to make their own choices and decisions. and you know what? they didn’t choose you or me. they chose themselves and their happiness over any bullshit you or i could try and sell them. so please, for the love of god, get your shit together, put it in a box and take it to fucking therapy.”

by the end of your impromptu speech, your chest was heaving but you felt good. really good. adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you felt powerful. out the corner of your eye, you noticed osamu and daichi standing at the bottom of the stairs with something akin to awe on their faces.

yeah bitches. take it all in.

unfortunately, while you were basking in the feeling of badassery, you completely missed meiko’s eyes lighting up with pure, unadulterated,

rage.

you faintly heard someone call your name before you were taken to the ground by meiko leaping at you like an animal. the two of you scrambled about on the hardwood, her hands yanking at your clothes and leaving scratches on your skin but you were sure as hell giving her a run for her money.

you finally managed to get on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground but that wasn’t before you gained a hard elbow to the side and a bruise to your face. meiko thrashed and shook in your hold but you were not wavering, trying to keep her entirely still for...

well, for what exactly?

almost as though they were on cue, you heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer to the house. underneath you, meiko’s eyes widened before she began fighting even harder than she’d done before, her erratic movements making it much more difficult to keep your hold on her.

luckily, you had extremely muscular men at your disposal, one of which (osamu — even though he was a dick, he was still incredibly muscular dick) held down meiko’s arms as the lapd stormed the building.

the police officers easily retracted meiko from your arms and cuffed her, taking her to the back of the cop car, despite her loud and insistent threats on you and everyone you love.

very disney villain-esque.

a kind looking officer helped you to your feet and walked you out to the porch where he began to ask you and the boys a few questions. you answered them honestly and you were genuinely proud of how well you were handling the whole situation when—

“bubs, you’re shaking.” sure enough, when you looked down at your hands, you were twitching uncontrollably, the reality of the events that just occurred finally sinking in.

you were just attacked. again.

you and your friends were threatened.

meiko was sitting in the back of a fucking cop car.

“what the fuck,” you whispered, eyes staring unblinking at your palms. the same officer mentioned something about shock, prompting all the boys to gather around you; atsumu pulled you in between him and sakusa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, kenma and bokuto took hold of your quivering hands, sugawara and oikawa sat off to the side watching you with blatant concern, and kuroo and akaashi spoke to the officer in hushed tones.

the man nodded and shook their hands before shooting you a pitying smile and heading back to the car where meiko was waiting.

“it’s over angel, ‘s over,” atsumu muttered into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead in between each phrase. you leaned into his touch but you refused to take your eyes off meiko who was watching the whole scene from the backseat, her eyes wide with anger, hurt, and confusion.

you didn’t bother dwelling on it, instead focusing on evening out your breathing and looking at the car drive over the horizon. you heard yachi’s soft voice calling everyone inside, atsumu lifting you up to your feet and walking with you, never once taking his hands off of you.

still, his words echoed in your head, even as yachi spoke of the end of the hyper house, even as the boys brought you to your room, and even as they all automatically cuddled around you in an attempt to get you to sleep.

it’s over. it’s all finally over.

you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried.

℗ poker face

it’s over

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an - OK THE TITLE IS MISLEADING THE STORY IS NOT OVER YET SKENSM (there are 2 more official story chapters before all the endings :3) also m not the biggest fan of this chapter?? so i’d love to hear what y’all think <33 don’t forget to feed me!!

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[saltymongoose]

Hey so I recently found your blog and I have to say I’m an instant fan of Self Aware MC stories. Also I had this dumb idea of them seeing you in cute clothing (it can any type of outfit really) so I was wondering if you could make a story of them seeing the player dress up in their world. Thank you so much c:

Hey there, I'm glad you've been enjoying the content so far! :) This is a very sweet request, hope you like these hcs! ❤ (Also, deliberately keeping the outfit a little vague in this one, since cute can be pretty subjective depending on the person.)

Their Reaction to Seeing the Player Dress Up ft. Hank, Deimos, Sanford, & 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)

You'd been going through some of the boxes in a supply cache when you found the clothing. You initially thought it was just a bunch of fatigues or agent suits, something normal for grunts. Well, at least from what you've seen. But instead of any combat-related armor, or even something more useful like weapons or ammunition, you found actual streetwear for once-stuff you could've worn back in your universe. It was all in muted shades, of course, and it was too big for you in most places given your size difference with grunts, but it was something with potential.

(The boys were all a bit confused when you took the box with you anyway, despite telling them verbatim that it wasn't worth anything. Deimos asked you about it, and you paused before saying that it was for you. Of course, they immediately changed their tune and tried to carry it back for you, but you insisted on doing it yourself likely just to avoid their arguments.)

You were almost excited to try them on, and after some major adjustments to them, you entered the medbay where they were restocking with a small pep in your step. (It wasn't good to have an ego, but you couldn't help but be kind of curious about what they'd think.)

They turned to you as soon as they heard your steps, but all had mixed reactions to seeing your new outfit.

"I did something new...what do you think?"

Deimos' mouth fell slightly open, and he reached up to take the cigarette out. Yet he still didn't say anything for a few moments, too lost in the sight of you. You always looked beautiful, but he'd never seen you in something so cute before. The clothes were obviously still too big on you, but that just added to the appeal. (Your sleeves were even covering your hands! It was too adorable.)

"Damn, you uh...you look good," Deimos said, almost absentmindedly, still taking in your appearance. "Uh-not that you don't look good all the time! You're just..really cute today," he corrected, nervously scratching the back of his neck as he gave you a crooked grin. The last thing he wanted to do was offend you by accidentally saying something stupid.

Though his worries were eased when you giggled at his response, amused by his apparent anxiety. "Yeah, I get it, don't worry Dei. And thank you," you said, and he smiled in response, a lot more relaxed this time. (But he did shoot the others a bragging look when they saw the way you lit up at his compliments, which they returned with scathing glares.)

Sanford nodded along at his friend's comments, though if you looked closely you'd be able to see the slight pink that crossed his cheeks. You just looked so pretty all dolled up like that. The way the clothes made your size difference with grunts even more obvious just tugged at his heart. It made him want to just envelop you in a protective hug and never let you go.

(After finishing his work, he'll take you aside later on to give you his full opinion on it. He stutters a bit, but it's soft and heartfelt. It makes you feel all warm inside, considering just how genuine it is from him. He's also quite endearing when he gets all flustered like this, you have to admit.)

Honestly you thought something was wrong with Hank, who you noticed had been almost unnervingly silent the entire time. He had tilted his head in contemplation, staring at you thoughtfully.

He wasn't the type to be affected by the way others looked; it just wasn't something that ever mattered to him. But you changed that. He didn't know why he felt his heart beating faster at seeing your form swallowed up by your clothes, and your bright expression at getting their compliments. You just looked so cute.

Now you've also got him wondering about how good you'd look in his clothes as well. He's quite a bit taller than you are, how exactly would you appear when covered in his coat, for instance? Or one of his shirts that you could probably wear as a dress, come to think about it.

After this occasion, he'll start leaving some of his stuff in your room more often. (Though he growls when he sees the others have done the same.)

2BDamned was similar in how he was rather quiet, but he couldn't help himself from giving his input. "You look radiant, as always," he praised, and although you couldn't see his visual cross from the angle he was sitting at, you could feel the soft gaze he was giving you. Plus his compliment, although very simple, was coated with a thick undertone of affection. It was very sweet, coming from him.

It made you give him a thankful look, and he returned it with a slight nod in your direction. He was generally very private when it came to affectionate gestures, but this occasion warranted it. Plus it was a good way to get an edge over the others. Rare gestures were more special and meaningful than compliments made without thought, and it was a way to subtly...increase his advantage over the others when it came to "winning" your love as well. In his mind, anyway.

(He also gave a pointed look to Deimos after this, who glared in response.)

(After this happens, you're met with them deciding to "help you" grow your wardrobe by donating their own clothes. You'd refuse, but the stuff they give happens to be very comfy. Even if you can only use most of it to sleep in since it's way too big to be practical.)