#its bout damn time they stopped being petty

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“Get Your Act Together”

Part of the “Say What Now?” Song Series

Characters: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader.

Summary: A reader who’s petty and needs to teach jealous and possessive Angel a lesson.

Warnings: Strong language, sexual content, suggestive themes, possessive behavior, and jealousy.

Word Count: 2,900+

AN: This one is for my lovelies @darqchilddaydreamz and @ravennaortiz! Be sure to give my babies a shout-out for encouraging me to finish this one. They gave me the push I needed to do so. I hope all my loves enjoy this one. Yes, I’m aware, the dress is different in the storyboard, but it still gives what needs to be given. Okay!

Inspired By💖:

People closest to you, whether friends or family, always expressed that they envied your level of pettiness. It was as if you were the queen of petty. Your best friend often compared your skills to a lioness hunting its prey. If someone pissed you off purposefully, you weren’t always quick to act. It was much better when you waited, letting that person feel they had gotten away with something. Once you noticed it had slipped their mind, that they were comfortable. That would be when you took the time to get revenge. Pettiest bitch alive.

Your current mood and setting could be used as an amazing example. There you were sitting at the kitchen island. Eyes focused on the portable LED makeup mirror propped on the counter. One hand held your eyelid as the other drew a precise wing. Music flowed throughout the house and you rocked your hips while sitting on the bar stool. Your hair had been curled and pinned. You wanted the curls to set in before taking them down. You were fresh out of the shower, almost fully dressed, and smelled divine. To avoid any makeup spills, you had slipped into your silk robe.

The song had switched just as you put the finishing touches on your look. The track that started was perfect for how you were feeling. It was fitting for the little plan you had set in motion. Revenge was for sure sweet. “Beating Down Yo Block” by Monaleo flooded the house. Sliding out of your robe, you started letting your curls loose. Walking over to your heels, you slid them on as the song’s beat sunk into your veins.

Using your fingers to comb through the fresh curls, you started rapping your favorite part. “Bitch I’m fine! Slim waist, pretty face, he know I’m a dime.” Still combing through the curls you dipped to the ground, dress riding up a bit as you did a little twerk. The sound of bikes approached your driveway and you smiled to yourself. Damn, I have perfect timing. 

Giving a classy little twerk in the living room mirror, you continued to rap the lyrics, “Ain’t no pressure ‘bout no ninja, tell his ass to fall in line.” The front door opened and your alarm was disabled. You heard him call out to you. You stayed silent, a devilish smirk played upon your lips. Angel walked into the living room. Your eyes met in the mirror as you said the next line in the song. This time, your ‘Megan knees’ were in full effect. “Cause for this next line you gotta look me in my eyes. If you think I’ma sweat you, you out your mothafuckin’ mind.”

Angel was too mesmerized by your ass in the little black dress you had on. He had picked up on the subliminal message of the lyrics but was more interested in your attire. His eyes scanned over you, as his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He could feel himself hardening. That was until he remembered you two weren’t alone. He growled seeing Coco to his left and Ez to his right. Both men were ogling you. Ezekiel’s reaction was more shocked. Coco’s grin was a mile long as he sat there eating every bit of the image up.

Angel being jealous and possessive, barked at you, “Stop throwing ass in front of company. Pull that short-ass dress down. Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that anyway?”

“First off I was here, by myself, getting ready, and enjoying my company. I can twerk as much as I want in my damn house. You barged your tall lanky ass into my shit. Stop talking to me crazy, Angel. To answer your question. I’m going out with my girls.”

“Our shit.”

“Sleeping here almost every night doesn't mean a thing to me. You still have your place and my last name hasn’t changed.

“If you wear that short-ass dress, we’re going with you. Your ass is damn near out.”

“Stop being dramatic. No, it isn’t! I do not need a babysitter, Angel. If you can do you, I can do me, right?”

Angel understood what it was all about now.

“Why do you have to be so petty? How does that much evil fit in such a short body?”

Your shoulders shrugged, as your hips swayed to the mirror to touch up your lip combo. Angel walked up behind you pulling you into his chest. His lips ghosted your bare shoulder, giving it a playful bite, and his hips thrust against you.

“Stay here with me, mi dulce. I want to get you out of this dress.”

You felt him press into you and fought back a whimper. You refused to allow Angel to have his way. You pushed off of him. 

“I’m going out tonight in this dress, end of conversation. On second thought, I take that back. Let’s have a chat about dresses. Mine is an issue, but it wasn’t a problem last weekend,” you purred.

“Last weekend? What are you talking about?”

Yeah, playing dumb is not going to slide this time, jackass.

“Don’t play stupid with me, Angel.”

Your obtuse boyfriend looked to Coco and Ez for help. Both men threw their hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.

“Here let me jog your memory. Remember when I walked into the party at the clubhouse last weekend? When you hadn’t noticed, because you were too busy entertaining that fucking hang around. The one who conveniently dropped her phone and bent over to pick it up. Had all three of you dumbasses staring at her bare ass. I couldn’t give one iota of a fuck about your boys staring, but you? Yeah, that’s a problem. You want to be possessive? I’ll do the same. You want to stare at other bitches? Let’s see how you feel about other men eyeing me, Papa. My dress isn’t nearly as short as the one that thirsty hoe had on. I’ve told you one too many times not to play with me. Now I’ma show you better than I could ever tell you, baby.”

Angel tried to save face in front of his friends. He mumbled, “Nobody worried about shit. Go out, it won’t affect me as much as you think, Mami.” 

Your eyes locked in with both EZ and Coco. You all smirked, communicating without even saying a word. He wanted to be cute in front of his little friends? 

I can be funny too, and have them help a sista out. 

Your heels clicked over to Angel. Sliding your hands on his chest, you looked up at him with fluttering lashes. Face painted with an innocent expression, you stood on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. He smiled down at you thinking he had won. You leaned in and teased him.

“Ass fat. Kitty fat. I got all these men wishing they could have that. Baby, just admit that you love it here,” you smirked trying to get a rise out of him.

Angel kissed his teeth and was about to say something sarcastic, but Ez cut him off, “God, I did not need to know that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, bro but he needs to be reminded of what he’s got at home,” she teased the flustered Mayan.

Kissing his teeth Angel retorted, “You the one acting up. Better chill out before I give you some act right.”

“I mean come on ��mano, that ass is fat. You better appreciate that fine-ass woman,” Coco challenged.

Angel looked at him as if he had lost his mind. It took everything in Ezekiel to keep from laughing.

Still staring at Coco like a madman he replied, “Bitch, do you want me to shoot you? Stop looking at my girl’s ass!”

Ezekiel wanted in with busting his brother's balls. Like a typical annoying baby brother, he joined in on the fun, “Sister or not. We’re not real blood, so I’ve gotta agree with Coco, brother-.”

“Don’t finish that fucking statement, Ezekiel,” Angel warned.

Ez and Coco exchanged a knowing glance before the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“What? It’s the truth! That’s a nice ass, with a nice set of ti-.”

In a split second Angel was lunging at Ezekiel. With your help, Coco managed to break up the scuffle among the brothers.

“Jesus, bro. Learn how to handle a joke!”

“Fuck both of y’all,” Angel pouted, no longer enjoying being the brunt of the joke.

“No disrespect. My bad, it is fat though,” he chuckled along with Ezekiel.

“Bunch of bitches,” Angel groaned.

Feeling you had tortured him enough for the evening, you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hey, look at me,” you cooed, gripping his chin softly. 

“Baby, you know they’re joking. If anybody tried me like that, I’d curse them out. Relax, you know you give them shit about their significant others as well. Luckily you have sense enough not to try that shit in front of me, because I’d kick you in the balls,” she smiled innocently. Now calm down and give me kisses, papa.”

His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. Three pecks and a hungry kiss later, EZ and Coco stood there rolling their eyes.

“All this lovey-dovey shit is making my stomach turn. Cut it out,” Coco grumbled.

“One more, mama. Make it real good so Coco can lose his dinner.”

He leaned in to capture your lips. It was slow and dirty. All teeth and tongue. Without breaking eye contact, his left hand trailed down your back. Stopping at your backside, he grabbed a handful. His left hand lifted from your waist as he flipped his brothers off.

“Now how can you get mad, when you know for a fact that it's fat? Look at how you just gripped the shit out of it. You got any sisters or cousins packing something that serious? Hook us up,” Coco begged.

It was your turn to flick them off. Pulling away from the kiss, you bounced over to your brothers. Raising on tiptoes you slapped them both in the back of the head.

“That’s for staring at my ass!”

Another smack.

“That’s for conveniently forgetting you both have old ladies. Whom I adore. I’m snitching on you bitches. Do I have any sisters or cousins? Get out my face with that mess, joke or not, I’ll beat your ass. Angel’s all the heathen my family can tolerate,” you joked.

Angel sat back with his arms crossed admiring you. Feeling his stare, your eyes connected as you bit your lip.

Both men sandwiched you in between giving you bear hugs. Ezekiel kissed your temple before pulling back.

“Lo siento, hermanita.”

“Yeah, querida. We didn’t mean any harm. It’s just Angel makes it so easy to fuck with him.”

Angel raised both middle fingers to his brothers. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly. With a tug of his shirt, he understood your signal to lower himself to your height. You pecked his lips several times. He stood there smiling like a love-struck idiot as you wiped your gloss from his lips.

With a pat on his chest, you made a beeline to your handbag. You made sure you had your keys and cell phone. With confirmation, you turned in the direction of the three men.

“Alright baby, I’m heading over to besties. I’m leaving my car at hers, and she’s driving us to the bar.”

Angel cut you off, growling your full name. “I’m serious, querida. If you’re wearing that we’re coming too.”

The two of you stared each other down. You refused to give in to his demands. With a shrug of the shoulders, you responded, “Then I guess y’all hittin’ the bar tonight.” The keys in your hand were tossed across the living room as Angel caught them. He looked at you, head tilted to the side.

“Oh, you thought I was changing? No, baby boy. I hope you three didn’t have any plans.”

To the three men’s absolute horror, not only did they have you to watch over. EZ and CoCo were pissed to learn that the besties you were hitting the town with were their old ladies. They too, had on dresses that left little to the imagination.

When you went for revenge, it was always the most pettiest, delicious thing ever. The Mayan men spent the next two hours threatening anybody who so much as looked in your direction. They sat at the bar mugging, while you and the girls danced the night away.

Later that night after everyone had returned to their homes, Angel sat in the recliner. His eyes collided with yours as you swept into the living room fresh out of the shower. He looked pissed as you giggled, standing between his legs.

“What did we learn today,” you asked in your best kindergarten-teacher voice.

“What the fuck are you on about, querida?”

You leaned forward running your hands up his arms. You crawled into his lap, smiling mischievously. Your arms linked behind his neck as you rocked a bit. Inwardly you did a little victory dance as you heard him groan.

Your face stopped inches away from his. The two of you were close enough that your breath fanned one another. “Don’t play dumb. What did you learn, Daddy?”

“That you’re a petty ass woman.”

“Boy, stop! You already knew that.” Your hips circled on his lap. Angel's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he groaned, “Fuck.”

“Answer me, Daddy,” you cooed, rocking your hips back and forth over his hardening erection. “I’ll even help you out. Repeat after me.”

“I learned,” you started, pressing against him harder. You halted your movement, waiting for him to repeat it.

Angel kissed his teeth, “You gonna take this away,” he started, palming your covered mound. Your breath hitched, as you fought for control. Unable to say anything, your head nodded.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, “I fucking learned,” he growled.

“Not to pay thot-ass, hang-around-ass hoes any mind.”

“I’m not saying that shit, Mami.”

“Ignacio,” you growled back, “Just say the shit so we can fuck already.”

“Fine! I’ll ignore every thot ass hoe who steps foot in the clubhouse. Does that work for your pretty ass,” he asked, giving your left cheek a light smack.

“I mean, I guess.”

Angel cocked his head back, “You guess? Mi dulce, you know I don’t want that girl. She was being thirsty. That’s what they do.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You look at women’s asses all the time. Why is it cool when you’re all like, ‘Babe, look at her ass! Sis, packing a wagon,” he mocked.

“That’s different. You gotta have permission, love.”

“You know you’re crazy as fuck. Right?”

“Yep! Enough of this. Do you want to make it up to me? Take me upstairs, put me on my back, and eat me until I can’t see straight.”

With an evil smirk, Angel had you in the bedroom, on your back instantly. The head he’d given caused your vision to blur. Without any time to come down, Angel flipped you onto your knees. He buried himself deep, pulling at your curls. Angel bent you into the perfect arch. He was in no mood to be nice. Flashes of you in that dress being ogled ran through his head. He pinned you to the mattress as his hips snapped against you. The both of you, shouting every time his tip tapped that spot.

He used both hands to smack against your supple flesh. Angel's fingers dug into your hips as he gave you one punishing stroke after another. His long digits made their way back into your mane. He tugged on it pulling you up and against his chest.

“You weren’t mad. Right, mi dulce? You just wanted to get me all worked up, yeah,” he rasped sexily. His hips circled, pushing deeper, “You ain’t gotta pick fights to get slutted out, Mami,” he groaned. His free hand crept down your belly. It slipped down, down, down until it reached your bundle of nerves. 

Angel pulled out slowly until it was just the tip. His lips trailed kisses over the shell of your ear, leaving a playful nibble on the lobe.

“That’s it—ain’t it, Mami? You were in the mood to be my little slut, hm?”

Angel didn’t bother waiting for a reply. His hips surged forward, slamming his length to the hilt. The moment his tip tapped against those delicate nerves, he pinched your clit. He chuckled at the piercing scream you released. Your body trembled as his fingers circled the sensitive bud. The circles stopped once you came back down. Angel laughed again as your body went limp. He held you up, brushing hair out of your face, his kisses dusting your forehead.

“You’re alright, mi dulce. You did so good for me, mami.”

Your eyes blinked as you smiled lazily. Drunk off good sex, you slurred, “Thank you, baby,” head leaning back against his chest.

Angel's voice rasped, “Oh you think we're done? Mm-mm, mi vida. We’re just getting started. You whined feeling him pulse inside you. “Don’t whine now. Worked up was what you wanted. Now you gon’ take it. Be a good girl for me and get daddy off, yeah?” Angel's voice dropped dangerously low as he whispered, “I’m going to fill you up, and then you’re going to clean up your mess. Put that pretty mouth to use.”

Angel’s words must have replenished your energy. Your lip tucked between your teeth, as your channel spasmed around him.

“Seems like you're ready for it after all,” he replied, giving you light strokes.

Being petty came with the loveliest of benefits. Here’s to hoping this man fucks up again.

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[kalinawtokilig]

S/O with a Charming/Sharp Tongue

Get ready I’m getting all mystic and biblical;

“There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing...” (Proverbs 12:18) 

But we’re gonna use that to SWORD TO THRUST INTO PPL

Pair(s) : Hinata Shouyou x Reader, Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader, Yachi Hitoka x Reader, Koganegawa Kanji x Reader, Haiba Lev x Reader

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Hinata Shouyou x Reader

((Clementine babes,, *cue puppy eyes*))

It wasn’t much of a surprise tbh

Okay it kinda was 

It’s just,,, Hinata can match anyone’s wavelength, y’know??

This babe thinks you’re so frickin cool,,, throwing spats on someone who decides to make the first move to insult you,,, bruh you are literally throwing out clever insults that can make Tsukishima impressed

At first, he was intimidated by you, and was a bit biased, having heard you had the same mannerisms as Saltyshima

He still tried his best to befriend you,, 

And it worked! 

Being paired into a group project, he introduced himself as bubbly and kind as possible 

and damn,, ya heart melted,,, 

You became friends as you both bonded over which type of meat buns taste good after a study 

and you being a sharp, s m o o t h, muthafuca, you said

“If we’re talking meat buns, how bout I take you on another study date? Pork buns, right, Hinata-kun?” 

This boy had to process what you said and became a total pomegranate 

“ : 0 “

“Alright, cutie, c’mon if you get this question right, maybe we can get outta here and get snacks :3c “ 

You’re gonna kill him

and i think we all know he’s okay with that

Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader

((Omgahhh this babie,,, He is one of my fav first years in HQ,,, I do not pimp,,, I simp))) 

You’re actually a second year whilst this bowl cut bahbie is a first year

When Shiratorizawa lost to Karasuno, it was a defeat that reigned with rumors of how the volleyball team isn’t as great as everyone thought they were

Goshiki was greatly affected by this

:((((

He feels he failed his Senpais and felt more of a disappointment rather than a failure

You being a tutor of his, you guys would occasionally converse about tips on self-care or he explains with the cutest expression when he talks proudly of perfecting a spike

he seemed normal, but you can obviously tell he was not okay

Tsutomi-bae was trying to hold his tears in while the students that accompanied the library talked about the defeat of Shiratorizawa

Having enough of this trash talk, you sternly declared each one of them, even seeing a few second-years from Shirabu’s class. Setting them straight and saying that if they can take on the freak duo that happened to attempt to take down not only Dateko, Seijoh, and Shiratorizawa, then they might as well try to come back to school, defeated as well  

 You say at least Tsutomu was able to play against them, playing proudly as the upcoming ace and knowing at least some of their tactics

Sitting down with a huff, you nonchalantly continue to tutor him

He sits there, starry eyes wide, mouth agape, and a pink flush on his face to the tips of his ears

Tilting your head, cutely, I daresay, you ask him if he’s alright

“Y-Yes! Thank you, (Y/N)-senpai!” 

Humming, you smile slyly, “You are really such a cute kohai, Tsumtomu-chan.” 

Congrats, you killed someone

Yachi Hitoka x Reader

((YESZ I SIMP SIMP FOR HER I AGREE YACHI SUPREMACY))

You were a second-year in Nishinoya’s class

You were actually good friends with the libero 

as he was short tempered and ready to throw punches

you were ready to assertively borderline aggressive hurl insults on those who hurt your precious friends

unfortunately, while in a spat against other students, Nishinoya almost foaming at the mouth with Tanaka holding him back, you were snarkily talking the students down into their place

It was their defeat after Seijoh and it hit a sensitive topic to them

Yachi had been bringing paperwork to the teacher’s office and nearly BOLTED when she heard you talk with such confidence with provocation and underlying threat 

when you were finished putting those maggots in their place, your pissed off glare landed on Yachi’s

Oh,,, she’s shaking,,, terrified,,, 

Hurry to leave, she quickly turned around but rammed into the wall, packets falling to the ground

she scurriedly tries to pick them all up,, Babygirl almost shits herself when you tower over her

“P-Please don’t-”

You crouched down to her and she’s sweating bullets, seeing that your hand it outstretching until-

“I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to glare, you just so happen to be in my line of sight.” You apologized, helping up pick up the papers

Glancing up, you smile as kindly and less threatening as possible, “I didn’t mean to scare an angel like you, I really am sorry about that.” 

Yachi tries not to combust at the compliment you’ve thrown at her

Getting up, she nods her head in thanks and you ask, “You’re Yachi, right? Noya says another student joined the club, Yachi, he told me. He was right,”

“About what?”

“Managers, specifically you, really do bless the eyes of a person like me.”

Stop killing ppl you sadist

Koganegawa Kanji x Reader

((I have a thing for blondes,,,, Not atsumu tho, I’ll peg the sh-))

this babie, can just be frustratingly cute

its not that he’s stupid, it’s cause he does more action than thinking

when he does think, it’s on the court and it’s in full hard drive

You usually get into petty spats with Futakuchi cause he’s being too hard on Kogane

“It’s not my fault you have such an obvious crush on him, (Y/N) <3”

“It’s not my fault that you have no one to worry about you the way I do for him Futakuchi-kun </3″

People often mistake why you would for,,, a bubble headed blone himbo like him

“Why do you go for people that are toxic and continue to go back to them when they obviously want your convenience :) ?”

Kogane literally needs to carry you to prevent further provocation

Lots of people don’t get WHY him

And you tell others to worry about their own bitter, single, loveless lives rather than your better and healthy relationship

You are salty and jab at them when they so much as talk negative about your boyfie

Kogane really appreciates you for stepping up for him, but he worries for how far you’d go for him

“...”

“...well?”

“Do you...need me to murder someone, baby?” 

“NO” 

“Oh, then you got your answer sweetcheeks ;D”

You, my friend, need to stop

Haiba Lev x Reader

((Silver-grey haired babes HIT DIFFERENT))

Being in manager of Nekoma is like,,, chaotic but in a way you NEED to prevent Kenma from strangling Kuroo for taking his Nintendoswitch and Yaku yeeting a ball at Lev’s tall ass

Until YOU wanted to yeet a ball at your boyfie’s tall ass

He finally was able to spike a ball. 

but you caught it 

with your face

and blood seeped outta your nose

Kuroo: This is my part no one els- Kenma: Shut up 

Fiery anger. 

Yaku is the one restraining you from going on an all out roast, covering your mouth and holding your shoulders

“Yes, yes, (Y/N), Lev is an idiot.” 

“RAAWRFRREG”

“I agree, he can be a pain in the ass, but YOU’RE the one dating him”

“...”

“DONT FUCKIN LICK MY HAND YOU ASS”

Lev is so sorry. he is so sorry, so so-

“Lev, give me a towel..”

“Yes love.”

While Coach Nekomata calls a break, he chuckles at the young couple, that being you and Lev

Kenma cringes

As he cradles you with his larger figure, a hand resting on your head to lay on his shoulder

“You’ve improved on your spike, bae.” 

“I did?!”

“Yeah, next time aim for Kuroo’s unnatural bedhead, maybe if you hit it, it’ll turn back to normal.”

“Oi, oi (Y/N), watch it. Rudolph.”

Lev freezes when your eyes smile with confidence, and he restrains you

“YOU WANNA CALL ME NAMES? BRING IT ON YOU TAPU KOKO LOOKIN’ MUTHAF-”

Kenma : “nice pokemon reference”

[blonde-toddy]

Random and Not So Random thoughts while watching Bridgerton: Season 1, Episode 5

Daphne sneaking in like a thief in the night.

Violet you're just hungover. Raw eggs and garlic Though?

Engaged to a Duke > Engaged to a Prince. That's it. That's Violets only thought.

Daphne you full of shit.

Awe your mama thinks the Duke got in your guts.

Well Violet, if you would actually TALK to your daughters about sex and their bodies. That is truly a tragic flaw.

She is hyped about this wedding though.

Oh Queen...no triumph for your messy ass.

Poor Prince Cormac (I know it's Friedrich).

Oh this is a scandal babe!

Daphne is not here for your childish shit today Eloise.

I kind of really feel bad for the prince and I want him to find a good lady. He's so pure.

Hyacinth little nosey ass.

Really Simon? Late and Drunk? Tear that mf up Lady Danbury. Somebody needs to.

She's trying to be kind....

God the way he looks at her!!! The way his mouth just breaks open is like armor cracking. He loves her truly.....fuckboy just doesn't know how to show it.

Ooooh he pulled his hand away. That hurt.

Fuck you Anthony. Delacroix is intervening now. I love her grifter ass.

Light his ass up, Portia!

Oh Penelope is full of the shade now. Poor girl.

Oh she scheming with her mama. Girl you fucking sneak.

Poor Rose is so confused. I love her though. Wedding planning is HARD!

Oh here comes this bitch Cressida!

She's holding that shit in her pocket for a rainy day. She'll bust their heads about it one day. I'm sure.

The Queen is so about the drama and the prince is just so chill. That bitch up to something.

Simon not accepting a dowry. At least they don't have to pay you to marry her. How romantic.

Oh are y'all buddies again now? Is #teamfuckboy a thing again?

Well your request for an expedited wedding got DENIED in big red letters.

Daphne bout to split a wig.

Violet being oblivious as always and Danbury breaking it all down.

The queen is being petty over her nephew.........just like Danbury says. Give her what she wants. A fucking show.

Heyyyy Benny!

Oh shit you're at the real party now.

Hello Delacroix.

Well fucking A! Get y'all some.

Bisexual Benny? Methinks yes? And I love it.

Wait...... is this an orgy? Go off Benedict.

Drunk ass Simon.....crying because he "trapped" Daphne. Boy. I feel like you're complicating the fuck out of this.

Mondrich is such a real one. This world does not deserve Will Mondrich.

Marina is determined that she's gonna trap Colin with a baby that is not his. He's just so pure that it makes me hope she fails at this. All this fucking reproductive evasion is making me uneasy.

But Portia is along for the ride.

Oh fuck, here's the King.

Its crazy to see real sentiment and love in the queen.

Aw fuck that's so sad. To watch the mind come and go in a loved one.

Daphne your ass needs to quit taking nighttime strolls.

Oh here it is. Daphne thinks he's physically unable to have children and that it's a source of great pain for him. Poor girl.

At least Rose is trying to be comforting.

And to be fair, Daphne, you fucking idiots love each other.

From the mouth of babes.

Get yo shit together Simon.

Alice always spitting hot ones. She's a babe.

Plus she's always looking out for her man's.

Aww look at Simon looking at the kids.

Let yo daddy go!

"With these knees, yes, Your Majesty." Danbury is the goat.

Gawd Daphne you are sinking at pleading to the queen.

Simon out here telling y'alls secrets. This man is wild.

Holy fuck what a love confession. It would nicer if he could SAY IT TO HER! AND LOOK AT HER!

Well the queen is biting.

Looks like someone is getting hitched!

Oooooh that music.

Gawd Simon is fine in black velvet. Fuck me he's fine in everything.

Yes look at her while you take that glove off and put that ring on.

They have completely redefined intimacy. Fuck.

Reception time.

She just wants to talk to her man.

Go away Cressida, damn.

Aww Penelope is trying to get Colin out of Marinas crosshairs.

Marina is heavy plotting.

She's really trying to seduce him and he's too honorable.

She got her proposal though.

Queen, Daphne barely knows about masturbating. She doesn't know dick about a wedding night. Pun intended.

Eloise and the queen my gawd.

Benny said don't ask don't tell.

Anthony's ass was the most against this fucking union, and now everything is kosher. Simon didn't want a dowry and now they get to be buddies again. This mf is a complete tool.

Simon, go get your wife.

Nope, just Violet with some more vague bullshit.

You call that a sex talk.

Its natural like rain. Then puppies. Bassett puppies.

Poor Daphne.

Her mom won't tell her shit about sex and her husband won't look at or speak to her.

Bitch gonna be rubbing it out on her wedding night. Poor babe.

Aww now it's time leave your childhood home. Not bittersweet or anything.

Damn he really didn't even tell her they'd be staying at an inn in their wedding night. Simon! Start telling your wife THINGS!

She took that shit right on the chin.

This mf really got separate rooms. She's pissed!

Aw...pacing together but in their separate rooms.

And she goes to the door.....he's at the door, on the other side.

Really Simon?!? DINNER?!?!

Now we're getting somewhere.

Here he goes with the kid lies again.....not feeling that shit Simon.

But fuck.

Fuck me. This love confession. If it ain't this, I don't want it.

The way he growls when he burns. My ovaries are exploding.

Yes! You burn for each other now fucking kiss!

Aw. And you're married now so you don't have to stop.

Oh my gawd. Oh my gawd. Yes. Show her more!

I just want somebody to spin me around and kiss up the side of my neck. Fuck. This shit is hot.

The artistry of that man. Yes girl yes. The touch of the chest, arms and shoulders.

Oh we throwing dirty talk in here too!

Hell yeah she touched herself. Tf you thought.

Oh my God. His face when he takes her hand. That man is God's Gift.

Her face when he took them pants off......fuck. I'm over here wishing this was Starz and we'd get some full frontal. Idc idc idc. I am horny for the Duke in every way.

They definitely romanticized what it's like to lose your virginity. It's never like that.

That fucking stroke on him though.

Daphne you new to this, but telling him you masturbated to him is a quick way to make him uhhhh....reach his pinnacle. The way he sped up when she said that shit. I was like okay now, das pretty realistic.

Ahhh the pullout method. Works every time.

And poor Daphne doesn't even know wtf a pull out is.

Well either way.

The duke makes me want to be seduced. Not just fucked. SEDUCED!

Well its only a matter of time before truth bombs get dropped, so I'm just gonna enjoy the view until we get there.

[thewritingginger]

A-Z Fluff Alphabet - Leviathan

Thank you Anon for your request, I hope its ok and met with what you wanted

Enjoy ~

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A ctivities - what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

- Obviously being a video game and anime lover he would want to share his passion and interests with his s/o

- Anime marathons

- Late nights of gaming and junk food

- Enjoys going to anime conventions with you (something that the two of you can bond over)

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

- Levi thinks your hair is the most beautiful part of you, the color complements your skin perfectly, the texture and the softness is something he could never get over. Loves the smell of your shampoo! (Has been one to sneak a sniff or two lol)

- He admires your consistency, Levi doesn't really care for change, mostly your consistency of being there for him and just being yourself is what makes really makes him fanboy over you uwu lol

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

- Poor boy doesn't know what to do when you cry

- Will offer to play games or any activity you like to do (even if he doesn't like it) to make you get your mind off whatever has you in destress

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

- I don’t think Levi ever really wanted kids or ever seriously thought about it to be honest

- He thought he would spend all his days with his waifu

- But you opened his eyes to  favor the 3D world more and although he still is kinda iffy about kids, later in your relationship he starts to become fond of the idea of you and him have a child

- Just a family of the three of you and henry

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

- It’s pretty equal in you relationship

- But Levi can be quite childish at times making you have to take charge

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

- Can you say stubborn

- Doesn't like admitting he’s wrong

- Pouty boy for sure

- But if he really hurt you then he’ll try and make it up to you by getting your favorite snack and cuddle with you (kinda like a white flag)

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

- I don't think Levi realizes how much you bring to him till one night you two got into a (admittedly petty) argument that he might have taken a bit far and you gave him the silent treatment. All was good for the first few hours but once it trickled to the night,  you were getting ready for bed, went to your room, and locked the door so he couldn't get in. He texted you and you left it on read.

For the rest of the night Levi stayed up wondering, “Will they ever talk to me again?” “Are they going to break up with me?” “They’re my normie, what do I do now?”

After that night that seemed to drag on for an millenia came to an end. He ran down to the dinning table to see you eat breakfast and damn near fell to his knees before he stopped, “Y/n… I’m sorry for yesterday!... Will you … please forgive me?”

You obviously accepted, not only because you missed talking to him but, the way he is apologizing and practically begging you made you realize how much Levi really did love you. Levi had always had an issue apologizing, not because he doesn’t think he can be wrong but because it would be him having to put his pride down and admit that he was.

When you accepted Levi felt a weight come off his shoulders, and will remember this feeling of emptiness without you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide form their s/o? Or do they share everything?

- Levi can't really lie to you, might not admit somethings right away in fear of embarrassment

I nspired - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

- You kinda showed Levi that he doesn’t need to be insecure in your relationship and that jealousy, although difficult for him to overcome sometimes, isn’t necessary because he is everything you need and he doesn’t have to be the ‘perfect’ guy to be perfect to you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

- He is the avatar of Envy

- Asking if Levi gets jealous is like wondering if a pen will hit the ground once you drop it

- He’s more of a grumpy boy than an aggressor

- Will be annoyed and might even give you cold shoulder for a little, but that never lasts for too long

- Way to resolve it? Cuddles and telling him he’s the only one you want and that the rest are all normies to you

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

- First kiss was fine but a bit nerve wracking and awkward, I mean levi doesn't go out kissing normies everyday

- Levi is a decent kiss once he gets used to touching you, it’s just those first few handfuls that were a bit clumsy and coy

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

- In true Tsundere fashion he just kinda blurts it out like you made him say it and is upset about it

- He is a little blushy boy, talk about #TomatoStatus

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

- The only person he wanted in his life was his beloved Ruri-chan

- But then you came around and realized that a normie like you wasn't too bad and that you slowly began to not just be a normie at all but quite the opposite (was that too cheesy, eh heck it this is a fluff HC)

- Levi never thought of marriage before, but one day it kinda hit him that he wouldn’t want a life without you in it.

- Asking you to marry him was, like most emotional things with him, a bit jumbled and a lot of blushing.  

- Your marriage with Levi is goofy and anime filled, had some obvious bumps in the road with a few run ins with bouts of jealousy and petty fights, but you’re both working on finding a middle that works for you two.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

- Nicknames he calls you: Y/n, | Y/n-chan, | (i don't see him using a lot of nicknames) Maybe Princess/Prince (When being really loving) |

- Nicknames you call him: Levi, | Lev, | Lord of Shadows (jokingly), | Baby, |

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

- Pretty obvious to others

- He is more generous (as generous as levi can be) to you than anyone else

- Gets blushy and denies it when his brothers call him out for it  

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o on front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

- A very flustered boy if you randomly kiss him in public

- Hand holding is fine but he would prefer if you kept the kissing to a minimal/ on the cheek when around others

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship?

- A random skill that Leviathan possesses that is beneficial to your relationship is his inventiveness. This shows when he’s making his cosplays and he has to make or improvise a piece of his costume or when you two spend a day in for a date or little dates in general.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

- Levi is more awkward than anything

- If he tries to be romantic it never works out really, gets flustered and stumbles

- So he doesn't try to be romantic just tries to make you happy and feel special

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

- Levi tries to support you like you do for him.

- Although it can be tricky for him cause its sorta a new thing for him still

- But will root for you the best he can :3

T hrill - Do they need to try new things to spice out their relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

- Levi really prefers a routine

- Might try new things but would have to think about it and have a couple conversations about it.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

- Levi tries his best to be empathetic to your feelings

- it was kinda a learning curve for him to how to treat and work with you in your relationship vs the one with his brothers

- But over time you both were able to cultivate communication that works well, most of the time

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it that's worth in comparison to other things in their life?

- In all honesty Levi never thought he would really be in a relationship, whether it was another demon or a normie like you.

- But once you got to talking about all the anime and manga you’ve enjoyed in the human world, and the late nights playing games and going out to karaoke he began to really bond with you and realizing that you aren't just another normie

- A comparison would be to say that you and Henry are on the same level of importance (maybe even a little more but he would never tell Henry that)

W ild Card - A random. Fluff Headcanon.

- Levi and you took a trip to the human world to attend a much anticipated anime convention.

And in true convention fashion you and Levi obviously cosplayed, and Levi went as the Lord of Shadows for his favorite series TSL and you partnered him dressed as a young maiden.

The whole day was filled with pictures and visiting all the different booths. As the hours went on the space in your arms got taken up with anime paraphernalia.

As the end of the day rolls around you and Levi stop by a little cafe to rest and get some food and don’t forget the bubble tea

When you get home you unpack and open all the goodies you two collected over the day and display them nicely in the room.

After you are all undone and ready for bed you spend the time before sleep takes over your body, tangled in each other reminiscing on the day.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

- Yes, but usually only in private settings

- Likes to lay with you and watch anime together

- Loves when you comb your fingers through his hair &/or give him scalp massages

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

- Not always well, but having Henry helps when the loneliness sets in a little

- Messages you all the time

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

- You are something special to Levi, someone he never thought he would find

- He doesn’t want to lose you anytime soon, but if you wished to part ways he wouldn’t try to convince you otherwise. Not because he wouldn’t want you to stay with him but because he wouldn’t want to feel like a burden to you and make you stay if you don’t want to.

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Woah, hold up! 

Is... is this a post??? Is this blog still active??? 

Yes! Just don’t get too comfortable 🤪🙃

I really rode the struggle bus on this one babes 😅

But as you probably noticed I’ve been ... inactive, that doesn’t even describe it lol

I’ve been in a huge bout of writers block cause of this quarantine as I’m sure it has for many others.

But I hope you all are staying safe and that you enjoyed this :3

💛~

[sunonyoreface]

Forest Nymph | Geralt of Rivia pt 1

Hi this is my first fanfic so take it easy on me!

Warnings: slight gore

Going into town was dangerous. If anyone found out who or more importantly what you are, they would kill you. Maybe they’d stake you up to a post and burn you. Or they could tie you to the back of a horse cart then drag you face first around town until your mouth fills with mud and shit and your flesh gets torn off your bones. Maybe they’d simply beat you to death.

Either way it didn’t really matter. If the people of Asenguard found out that you are the dryad, the forest nymph who is destroying their farm land, the first thing they would do is torture and kill you.

So, understandably, going into town is not an often occurrence. A trip once every three or four months does more than suffice. You bring rare herbs and spices to trade for coin. The local healer is especially fond of you. She is a warm soul. One of the few good humans left, with no second motive in her kind eyes. She simply wants to help others.

“Oh Briar!” she exclaims excitedly, having watched you walk down the narrow path to her warmly lit cottage “I’m so glad to see you! I was getting low on juniper berries.” She holds her hand out for the pack with childlike excitement. She’s the only human who knows what you are.

“Come in for some tea.”

“I’d like that.” She’s the closest thing to a friend that you have

The conversation stays light however you can tell there’s something on her mind. She keeps giving you concerning looks. Looks that say something is wrong.

“Is there something going on Thea?” She purses her lips and takes in a deep breath before sighing.

“Things have gotten a lot more tense these past few months. The farmers are… well they’re angry. Really angry. They’re talking about hiring someone to find the thing wrecking their land. A Witcher” Her worried eyes never leave yours. She is serious.

“I’ll be fine Thea. I always have been.”

“I mean it. Something has changed,” She paused for a moment. “The air is different. I can feel it in my bones.”

She’s right. You know it and yet its easier to pretend that nothing is changing.

“Look I’ll be safe, check my back, everything is going to be just fine.” She simply sighs in response, but what else can you do? Leave? That’s not an option. The Asenguard forest is a part of your soul. “I need to go, finish my errands.”

“Of course.”

Thea hands you a bag of coins before you leave. It is heavier than normal. You shoot her a disapproving look.

“Just take it. Keep me in mind.”

“Thank you.”

Downtown is busier than normal. People are bustling about their business. Some shoot each other dirty looks; others eye the crowd suspiciously. People don’t trust their neighbours, let alone the dirty scoundrels on the streets. Theft is rampant throughout the town.

You keep your cloak pulled far over your head. Long leather gloves pulled up to your elbows. If anyone were to see your skin, the first thing they would notice is how eerily pale you are. In the moonlight your skin glows silver and bleeds a deep emerald green. Despite this harsh skin tone, you don’t appear drained, if anything you radiate light. Your hood also hides your ears. Their pointed tips only merely poke out of your hair, but they are still noticeable. The towns folk would immediately know something is off.

The fabric shop you enter is small and crowded. Upper class women go in with their children to buy buttons and fancy ribbons. Items that most towns folk can only dream of owning. You simply need a new needle and some thread. And a couple arms worth of leather. It will come in handy for when the temperature starts to drop in several weeks.

A couple women talk to the shop keeper. They speak in hushed tones, but their excitement is loud and clear.

“Have you seen him?” A lady in a blue dress and matching cloak asks.

“He’s so handsome! The things I would let that man do to me.” Another in a pink dress replies. They laugh in unison as if what she said is the funniest thing in the world. You dread these encounters.

“My husband says he will finally kill that wicked demon in the forest.”

You freeze at her words. They really did hire a Witcher. And he is already here. Here to hunt you down and eviscerate you, leaving your entrails for the wolves. The women are oblivious to your reaction. They continue their petty gossip about the Witcher and his bard, who apparently, will be easier to lure into their promiscuous trap than the Witcher. You cringe at the thought.

You gather your items quickly and pay with the coins Thea generously gave you. The only other stop you need to make is to the silver smith. There are less women in the more industrial part of town. Their tongues may be sharp but at least they pose no physical threat. Men like to hang around the smith’s shop and drink their ale. It has made for some uncomfortable encounters in the past.

“I want to pick up an order for Briar Woods.” The man behind the counter eyes you suspiciously. His expression said women don’t belong here. But you already know that much.

“The dagger?”

“Yes.”

“You got coin?” The alcohol on his breath wafts through the stale air. You place the amount you counted out on the way here onto the counter. He slides it into his pocket before disappearing behind the storage door. The dagger was more expensive than you had expected, but it is worth it. A bow and arrows are good for long distance, but you need something that will help if hand to hand combat is necessary.

The door to the shop opens behind you and someone slips in the same time the smith comes out from the storage room.

“Here.” He drawls, handing you the dagger, “Don’t cut yourself sweetheart.”

Bile rises in your throat. You turn around without thanking him and go to leave the shop.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Witcher.” He says to the man waiting behind you. “Bout time you showed up.” Suddenly you become aware of the towering mass of muscle and armour behind you. Your heart skips a beat at the realization.

“I Just want my sword sharpened. That’s all.” His deep, gritty voice fills the room.

I need to get out! You think. Your heart starts racing faster than it ever has before and your mouth runs dry. He’s right there. At that moment he turns around to glance at you. Can he hear my heart? Leave! Move your legs and get out!

Once you force yourself out of the shop you run. It doesn’t matter that people shoot you strange looks, you run faster than ever before, all you can hear is your heartbeat rapidly pulsing in your throat; you run until the forest swallows you whole. There’s no way you can hide from a Witcher, let alone beat him in any sort of combat. You are utterly fucked.

“Who was that?” Geralt asks the silver smith.

“No clue. Don’t remember seeing her before.” The smith answers nonchalantly.

“Hmm.”

Geralt has been getting a lot of pressure from the King of Asenguard to at least go and look for what is causing damage to the farmers’ crops. The farmers, apparently, would not leave him alone. Geralt honestly didn’t give a damn about their crops; however, the King offered a persuasive amount of coin just to look into it. After all, coin is coin.

Outside the building a sing song voice rings through the air.

“Toss a coin to your Witcher, oh valley of plenty, of valley of plenty” Geralt groans annoyed at Jaskier, the bard’s entrance.

“Well hello Geralt! Have you gone to the alehouse yet?” He burped, “There must be something special in the water!” He chuckled to himself. Geralt glared at him stone eyed. He was drunk before the sun had even gone down.

“They love us here! They already know all the words to my song.”

“Hmm”

The Asenguard forest stretches hundreds of thousands of miles across the province of Nazair, with endless hiding spots, and yet, you can’t find a single one. Nothing is good enough. Your new friend, the dagger, doesn’t give you any reassurance either. Despite this, you haven’t given up hope. Maybe he won’t even come looking the optimistic side of your brain thinks, however you know that is extremely unlikely.

It’s a full moon tonight. You can at least better your chances by finding somewhere dark. Somewhere where your skin won’t radiate back the bright moonlight. Normally you loved the moon and would spend the nights dancing with her, but not now. Not tonight when her bright embrace might get you killed.

There are several cave systems throughout the forest with only one of them being close enough that you can make it before it gets dark. You prefer to spend your nights up in the trees and don’t know the caves well, however this one likely has two or three entrances. Despite this, the thought of getting lost or trapped crosses your mind, it is always a possibility.

When you finally reach the caves, you are surprised to find a small pond has formed near the entrance that was not here the last time you were in this part of the forest. The sun is just starting to set. Every nerve of your being is on edge. You feel as though you are tingling with electricity. A swim in the pond would be really nice right now, just to take the edge off. After all, it is still light out, you still have time.

You set your cloak near the edge of the pond on top of a large patch of moss. The moss is soft and comforting under your feet. The patches under your feet slowly turn greener and healthier. That is part of being a forest nymph, things grow around you. You let the dark dress slowly drop off your shoulders onto the moss as well. The water is cool and comforting as you wade in. The ecosphere accepts you as one of its own. Dipping your head under water, you reach to the bottom of the shallow pond and let your hands sink themselves into the smooth clay-like mud. A warm energy escapes from your hands, with it a soft green light flows into the dirt. Almost out of no where a shoot comes out of the ground where your hands lay. Then another and another, dozens of Lilypad shoots are conjured out of the ground and reach for the surface of the water where they then blossom in an array of colours. When you break the surface of water, you are surrounded by the sweet and subtle smell of lily flowers. Finally, you are able to relax.

That doesn’t last long when out of no where you hear a horse’s footsteps out in the distance.

Shit! You think, if I can hear them, then they can definitely hear me. You quietly wade out of the water as to not create any disturbance. Your veins fill with adrenaline as you reach for you clothes and pack. Slipping the cloak on with nothing underneath, you quickly make your way to the entrance of the cave, not noticing the dagger which still lay on the moss. Suddenly they don’t seem so familiar. Going in doesn’t feel like the best option anymore, but the sound of hooves coming closer means you don’t really have much of a choice.

It takes your eyes a minute to adjust to the dimly lit cave. Your eyes are fully dilated, but not just because of lack of light. Fear fills your entire body. It pumps through your veins and heightens your senses. Every muscle feels stiff, and yet you are ready to jump at any noise. You need to move further in the cave system. The rocks are damp and covered in moss and lichen. The air is thick and musky, making it hard to breath. Or maybe its your current state of panic that’s making it hard to breath. Neither seem to be helping. You step carefully around lose rocks. If one were to tumble, you’d be done for. Dust and small pebbles start to fall from the ceiling of the cave, suddenly, you can hear hooves right above your head.

You reach for the dagger which had been residing in the pocket of your cloak only to find it missing. No! Oh, please not this, anything but my fucking dagger! The bow and arrow packed away in your bag will have to do.

Geralt has been riding around the forest for the past three hours looking for any signs of what could have happened to the farmers land. There appears to be an invasive species of vines growing around the edges of the crops where the tilled land meets the forests edge. Set there to warn them from coming any closer. Honestly, he doesn’t care much for the farmers. They’re destroying the forest for more fertile land because they don’t care to take care of what they already have. Senseless fucking humans if you ask him. But its an organic economy, he understands that much. That town relies on those farmers to feed them, or they all die, which is cause enough to look into it, and the coin of course.

They don’t stop until Roach needs to drink, and lucky enough, there happens to be a pond nearby. Geralt unmounts from Roach to stretch his legs. When he approaches the waters edge to splash his face, the pendant around his neck starts to faintly vibrate. Magic has been used here. Until this point, he didn’t think anything of the lilies in the water, however there is an unusually large amount of them growing for such a small pond.

His senses become more aware as he scans the area lit under the bright moonlight. Something catches his eye, a slight glint coming from a small metal object in the moss. A dagger. A freshly crafted dagger to be specific. It doesn’t even look used.

Geralt’s mind flashes back to the silver smith’s shop earlier that day. The girl who was leaving just as he arrived was picking up a dagger. One very similar to what he is now holding in his hands. He pockets the dagger and unsheathes his sword off of his back. Something is off.

A dark shadow near a clump of boulders catches his attention. A cave. As he gets closer, his pendant starts to vibrate more prominently. Something is in there, but what? Not many creatures can conjure that specific type of damage onto those crops. The first thing that comes to his mind is a witch.

“Come out. I’m not going to hurt you!” He calls into the entrance of the cave

The Witcher’s voice echoes throughout the walls of the cave. The hairs on the back of your neck are fully raised in fear. He is lying. He has to be. Maybe he doesn’t even know if you are in here. Yet, you find yourself doubting that thought.

“If you don’t come out, I’m coming in.” his voice echoes again. Silently, you raise your bow and aim it at the mouth of the cave about a hundred meters away. Still close enough to have accurate aim, but at the same time, your view is obscured by rocks and the bulging walls of the cave.

After a moment of silence, Geralt steps foot into the cave only to have an arrow whizz past the side of his face. It is so close he can feel the movement it causes in the air around him. Suddenly, he no longer feels obligated to honor his previous offer.

You quickly load another arrow and aim. Your hands are surprisingly still. The Witcher ducks down out of view. He uses the boulders to his advantage and creeps closer to you. This isn’t going to work for much longer, especially when you can’t see him. You break into a sprint going deeper into the tunnels. Sharp rocks nick at your skin, but none of that matters right now. Right now, you need to find the other exit. Wherever that may or may not be. The tunnels branch off into different, narrower tunnels that twist and wind causing any sense of direction you once had to be lost. The air is becoming impossibly thick to breath, and you can hear the Witcher’s footsteps closing the space behind you.

If things couldn’t get any worse, your tunnel starts getting impossibly narrow, your only escape running out. Your last shred of hope crushed. You can’t make it any further, the tunnel runs out. There isn’t even enough space for you to shoot an arrow. You are truly defenseless. At the hands of a bloodthirsty Witcher. Fuck

Unless…One last spark of hope flickers in your mind. You bury your hands in the dirt and push all your energy into the ground. A green light fills the air and shoots come flying out of the ground. You pour all of your remaining energy to making these small vines reach the top of the cave. The vines quickly thicken and form thorns as they grow larger and larger. Finally, they filled the entire space, just as the Witcher reached you.

You collapsed, exhausted, but safe. You were completely drained, trapped, and likely about to be murdered, but for now you are safe.

Geralt stops outside of the thorny wall, impressed with what he just witnessed. She conjured a thorny wall of protection out of nowhere with incredible speed. This is not the work of a witch, but what?

“What are you?” He asks, slightly out of breath. You don’t answer right away, too consumed with your exhaustion.

“Why?” you sigh

“I haven’t seen that type of magic in a long time.” The threatening tone in his voice seems to have disappeared, which only sets you more on edge. Of course, it has, he has you trapped here, exhausted and without any food or water. At this point growing anything more is simply not an option.

“I’m a Dryad,” You finally give in. “and you were sent here to kill me, right? The towns people couldn’t stop talking about you today.” Tears finally found their way down your cheeks.

“Hmm” he mumbled. “Well no, technically I haven’t been sent here to kill you. The king wanted me to find out what was damaging farmers’ crops, but I’m guessing once I tell him he’ll want you dead.”

There it is. You think.

“So that’s what you’re going to do?”

“That depends,” He pauses, “Why’d you wreck the land?”

“Why did I wreck the land?” You laugh, “Those farmers are the ones destroying the land. They don’t take care of it properly, rob it of its nutrients, then fuck off and cut down more of my forest. I’m only trying to save the forest. Otherwise they’ll continue until there is nothing left.” Your voice cracks and tears intensify. All you ever tried to do was the right thing, and now… Well look what it has gotten you. The Witcher hummed in response, offering nothing.

Then you hear him pick up his sword.

“What are you doing?” you ask as the first slash hits your thorny wall of vines. “No! Please No!” You beg, but the slashing continues. Your vines wither at the abuse and you don’t have the energy to fight back. All you can do is curl up in the corner in fear of what comes next. Until finally, it stops.

You look up to see the Witcher has resheathed his sword and holds his hand out to you.

“You’re not going to kill me?”

“No.” He shakes his head. His golden eyes glow slightly in the near dark cave. Your shaky hand meets his, and he helps you up.

“What’s your name?” You ask.

“Geralt of Rivia.”

“I’m Briar of Asenguard.”

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Pt.2 is out!  Thank you all for the positive feedback!!!

https://sunonyoreface.tumblr.com/post/613171373679034368/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt2

Pt.3

https://sunonyoreface.tumblr.com/post/613415372067143680/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt3

Pt.4

https://sunonyoreface.tumblr.com/post/613676968381136896/forest-nymph-geralt-of-rivia-pt4

[chapst1ckmcdyke]

Signs you need to seriously get tf out of a relationship

No seriously. if you see these behaviors I don't care how petty it seems. get tf out of there. 

Your s/o saying that they're attracted to broken people. ex: "they're just more interesting/I feel bad saying it but people with trauma are just x y z"

Trying to convince you to not cut/dye your hair or wear certain clothing/makeup. Or outright not letting you at all. ex: "I don't think you'd look good with x y z hair you'd look dykey/boyish/maybe if you were thinner etc"

You’re uneasy to bring your s/o around your friends. this might not be obvious, but if you sit down and think hard its probably because they might say something wildly inappropriate or offensive or just boundaryless. Personal ex: not wanting to invite them out because they made a joke about not being able to see to a blind man, making jokes involving slurs to lgbt people, making jokes that might be fine among well-known friends but not to first-time strangers. Maybe you don't know why you're uneasy even if you do think, but the feeling is akin to anxiety, like you're walking on eggshells, not embarrassment.

None of your friends like them. while no, you should not take your friend's approval without question. But if a large chunk of your friends or family don't like your s/o- in the way that they approach you quietly when they're gone to ask "why tf are they acting like that/saying that stuff" or every time they're around each other a fight erupts, you should really consider why its a common consensus and issue.

Since entering the relationship you've lost passion in your hobbies and you don't know why. This isn't "oh I've had a bout of depression for a few months now I think its that" this is "I used to love writing/drawing/cooking/singing but I haven't been able to for a long time and I can't put my finger on why" especially if you have bursts of wanting to resume these interests when they're gone/ you're away from them.

finding yourself strategizing how you’ll be able to have your emotional needs met. this will be individual to every person. but an example could be that you might feel high strung and need a hug or some cuddles but you know that you have to go through a ritual or performance instead of being able to just go up and hug them. 

Your sexual desires and satisfaction are not considered important. in simple words, did you get to cum? who cares! they certainly don't. they already finished and don't feel like going anymore/they might say they feel bad and put on a big show abt it, but they put all the pressure on you for you to finish or say that you just need to let them do x y or z yet never initiate those behaviors. also, see above if you feel you need to scheme to be able to have them care enough to let you finish. (for clarity, this scenario doesn't apply if they aren't interested in having sex, nobody owes anybody sex but if both parties are enthusiastic but you’re left as chopped liver, this is a problem) also if they give excuses to not want to wear a condom or make it increasingly difficult where its either unsafe sex or no sex and they hold your sexual gratification over your head as incentive/say condoms aren't eco-friendly/ say they’re allergic/ too big/ etc.

swallowing what you want to say. ex: they violate boundaries with a comment or a joke you don't like, but you swallow it in order to keep the peace and feel you have to be the bigger person with an “uh huh” or agreeing with them when you actually don't in an attempt to shut down the conversation and avoid an argument or a long drawn out debate. this happens, all the time.

constant button pushing. This is a form of boundary violation and power dynamic that can vary widely on how it presents itself. it could be not letting you sleep because they won't stop talking, it could be poking you in sensitive spots to watch you jump to the point of annoyance or in inappropriate situations. it could be forcing you into debates or “kitchen sinking” things that don't matter, making thinly veiled jabs that can be denied as jokes etc. Chances are this will not be enough to present itself as aggressive but as just petty enough to make you feel petty for mentioning it. but even when you tell them you don't like it, they’ll continue until a full argument arises or say “oh sorry I forgot” as many times as it takes to reach that argument or there are enough outbursts its not worth it. 

becoming upset when you grow/heal/change. This might seem obvious but the ways this behavior manifests can be subtle like the rest of the list. chances are they’ll be whiney when you do something new. “what? I wanted you to start hiking with me forever ago! but it's funny you want to now.” interchange the word hiking with gaming/DnD/cooking/camping/anything really. any sign of you becoming happy or discovering something new is regarded with childlike self-pity or a claim they wanted to show it to you first and you should feel guilty for liking it now. 

“they have a lot of growing to do, but if I stick around they’ll find themselves and be happy and I can share in that!” yeah no. this is a really sweetly, flowery, worded way of saying “they have a lot of problems/ are immature but it's fine because I can be a foil to fix them and then they’ll be happy and ill be happy!” this is the manic pixie dreamgirl narrative. you’re not a person, you’re a ploy to actualize someone else’s dream and desires while your own are sidelined. this is a serious sign of codependence that society especially encourages in women. 

there are many other red flags for a bad relationship, but these are the ones I wanted to share because they’re often overlooked or seen as normal in the society we live in. but they’re unhealthy as hell and yall, I'm not kidding, RUN FOR THE GOD DAMN HILLS if you check off some of these boxes. 

[allylotti]

SIPPING JUICE — CHAPTER ONE

warnings: this story includes mature content such as substances, sex, suicide, and more that might not be suitable for people of the ages 16 and under.

( chapter one, 2253 words ! )

I TURNED AROUND AND THERE HE WAS... the boy that was always there for me and me for him. I smiled at him, running into his arms. I held him tightly, like I would never see him again. I sighed, letting free from my grasp

"I missed you so much Jarad-" I started to tear up a bit.

It had been almost three months since I had seen him, because for the first summer ever my dad decided that it was a good idea that I went with him for the summer. My mother agreed with him saying that it was good for me to spend time with my father. I begged her to not make me go, but she denied my request, so instead of using three months of my time being with my friend, they went to waste on my excuse of a father.

"Hey, look at me y/n, it's okay, I'm here." He smiled softly cupping my cheeks. "now don't cry ma' let's get you home, we can make up for lost time later." I nodded softly at what he said. He took my hand into his as we walked down the streets of Chicago that we called home. We walked in a comfortable silence the whole way to his place.

He smiled at me, flashing a pair of bronze keys at me.

I laughed a bit, "Huh, so your mommy finally thought you were grown enough for your own pair?" I teased him, he just rolled his eyes in response.

"Actually y/n, I made the copy myself from the spare so, ha, no my mother didn't give them to me" he remarked.

"Aww he's such a grown up!" I pouted. "I want baby Jarad back, have you seen him? You know the one with the baby face, and short, non dyed dreads?" I crossed my arms in a joking manner.

"Y/n, you act like a child-" he said, opening the door.

"It's because I want yours!" He looked at me seriously, and I said "I'm joking!"

As I walked into the small apartment, I noticed that there was something different, I don't know if it was a vibe or something physical that had changed, it didn't feel right with me.

"Jarad, did you guys change anything in here since I left?" He shook his head as a response. I assumed they just had a friend over or something and shook off the feeling that I had gotten, somewhat like an evil presence had been here.

"You still playing GTA Jarad?" I asked sitting down on his couch. "Uh yeah... I had to choose who the fuck I wanted to kill, Franklin, Michael, or Trevor."

"Please tell me you picked Trevor-" I said whilst picking up a controller for the PlayStation.

"Funny thing is I did" he laughed.

"How'd you kill him?"

"Fire"

"Oof- that shit must have sucked to die in" I laughed.

"Yeah, right. Well I'll be back, I'm going to take a shower" after that he walked upstairs, leaving me alone downstairs.

( a few minutes later ! )

There was a loud knock on the door, just as I had gotten shot in the head,

"Son of a bitch!" I grunted.

I walked towards the door opening it, revealing a short girl with dark hair and pink highlights. I felt that same vibe as I did earlier but I ignored it. A little annoying by her presence I asked

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" She replied with my question.

"Um... I'm Jarad's best friend, y/n, who are you?" She looked at me in disgust as those five first words came out of my mouth.

"Oh, I'm Alexia, Alexia Smith, nice to meet you y/n" she smiled fakely, I feeling petty today returned it.

"Is there anything I can get you, Alexia?" I questioned.

"Uh yeah, is Jarad home?" She asked looking down at her shoes.

"Um, no I'm sorry he isn't here right now, I'll let him know that you wanted him, bye, bye" I said shutting the door on her face. I sighed, pressing my back against the door, allowing myself to fall to the ground.

"Who was that?" I heard a voice in front of me asked.

Annoyed that he didn't tell me he had a new girlfriend I said "who is Alexia Smith?"

"Oh, I see, you've met her, Alexia is a friend I met at the park."

"Just a friend?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Promise Y/n, I'd never lie to you"

"Okay, but I want you to sing for me, and in exchange I'll make you and ma' dinner, deal?"

He scratched his neck and looked down as if he were putting much into my question.

"Okay, Deal" he smiled.

"Oh, and you'll have to sing for me" I giggled. He smiled and tackled me onto the couch, we burst out in laughter.

"Oh god I've missed this" I smiled sadly, he sighed "me too, damn, it's only been three months without each other and it feel like it was an eternity, if we ever get like- supper mad at eachother and shit, and we like won't say sorry because of our pride- I don't know how I would do it, y/n, being without you is- worse than I thought" he chuckled.

"We won't- friends forever, remember? Always and forever" I sat up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Now you have to sing for meee!" I yelled.

"Okay, well so- I haven't told you this but...I've been working on some songs-"

"-And you didn't call me- nuh uh baby, show me them songs" I interrupted him.

"...sorry?" He asked in a way. I gave him a straight face and shook my head.

"Here look, I typed up the lyrics in my phone, but I don't know what to call it! I wanna do Autograph but I also want to do On my line" he pouted handing me the phone.

"Let me see, do you have this recorded Jare?" I asked, reading the lyrics.

He nodded in response, "I love it, and you know what you can call it, Autograph (On my line) it fits," I smiled, "now, the best part... sing it for me, please!"

"Fine" he cleared his throat, getting ready to sing for me.

"I hope I'm the only girl you sing to" I joked.

"You know I wouldn't do that shit with any other girl" he laughed.

"Why you mad,Why you mad, Why you mad, Why you mad?

That's all I wanna know! You're lookin' like a joke, try humour at the most. Steady chokin' on your shade like a dick in your throat,

Well if you're gonna throw shade my way, Maybe you should throw with a little more aim. It's a cold day in hell, when they dirty up your name.

They don't got no business talkin' in the first place i'm freezin'.

All these fuck bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna die tonight

Yeah I rock a choker with a .45 and I know some bitches that are down to ride.

All these hatin bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight!

Let me guess, you're my biggest fan right?"

I was surprised at how much he had improved in the last three months, he was always good but now he would just be top on the charts if he put his music on YouTube and whatnot.

"You wanted an autograph all you had to do was ask, woah

But you lookin like an asshole, Up on twitter and you lookin mad woke, talkin bout me! But you lookin bad woah, Like the ugly daughter that I never had woah, and what's up with these lames, Got my name in they mouth like they swallowin my Children, I never got why bitches hate, its probably Cuz im doin better than em anyway, Its probably cuz i get they bitches wetter anyway, it's Probably cuz im livin and they're in a lower place, They walkin in the slums while im vibin outter space.

Crash land just to take they girl on a dinner. Date, when haters see me winnin they just hyperventilate. They always try to stop me but i never hesitate,

Just follow all your dreams and when you reach them, Celebrate, that's the only way to truly make a hater suffocate.

All these fuck bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna die tonight

Yeah I rock a choker with a .45 and I know some bitches that are down to ride

All these hatin bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight

Let me guess, you're my biggest fan right? You wanted an autograph all you had to do was ask woah

Why you mad that's all I wanna know, Your lookin like a joke try humor at the most

Steady chokin on your shade like a dick in your Throat, well if you're gonna throw shade my way.

Maybe you should throw with a little more aim, It's a cold day in hell when they dirty up your name. They don't got no business talkin in the first Place i'm freezin, but these haters not breathin.

Stevie wonder to these haters no seein, And I don't believe it they hate me hate me for no reason. All these fuck bitches on my line,

Damn bitch you must wanna die tonight

Yeah I rock a choker with a .45 and i know some bitches that are down to ride.

All these hatin bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight

Let me guess, you're my biggest fan right? You wanted an autograph all you had to do was ask woah." He finished, I started clapping.

"You, Jarad Anthony Higgins, are talented. No cap" I hugged him.

"Thank you" he smiled into the hug. "Now what's for dinner" he smirked.

"rice and beans, I'm kidding! My mom has some pasta at her house last time I checked, do you have oil or butter?"

"Yess"

"Okay, and no cheese, see after three months I couldn't forget your hate for cheese" I smiled.

Me and Jarad lived right across the street from each other. I walked out the door crossing the street, and walked in my "home", my mom was never home, she was too busy whoring around her body, when many people had offered her jobs, easy ones too! Even if they paid good money she would say no. The only time I would see her is if she had a guy over! And they wouldn't even be dressed, I basically lived with Jarad ever since my mom was fired for sleeping with her manager at her last job. When she would ground me from going to Jarads I would sneak out late at night through my window, and crawl in his. That was when I was twelve. That's why Jarad's mom is more of a mom to me than my own, she's always cared for me.

I took a deep breath in, smelling the air around me, "home sweet home" I mumbled sarcastically. Per usual it smelled like alcohol, weed, and sex. I rolled my eyes, seeing that she hadn't changed her habits. Walking into the kitchen, I opened the cabinet, finding the pasta just where I left it, I smiled to myself grabbing it and walking out. Shutting the door behind me.

I walked into Jarad's home, placing the pasta on the counter. I started to hum a song.

As I washed my hands Jarad came back into the room, I smiled. "I brought pasta" I sang,

"And you're humming Tupac, again" he sang back. I laughed "I'm always humming older songs" he laughed walking into the kitchen, next to me. He washed his hands and took out his phone playing the song I was humming. I laughed "you really did that didn't you?" I rhetorically asked while 'Picture me rolling' played in the background. He took out the pot and I put in the water, letting the pasta boil on the stove.

"Full grown, finally a man. Just scheming' on ways to put some green inside the palms" we both sang along. He wrapped his arms around my waist moving to the rhythm of the beat. I kissed his cheek, and smiled, "pastas ready" and as if on cue Mrs.Higgins walked through the door- she looked stressed. I smiled softly at her as she looked relieved seeing that dinner was already made.

"Y/n" she sighed "you're back!" She smiled brightly.

"You really thought I was going to leave yall, never"

When we ate dinner we caught up for the most part. Nothing too exciting happened in the last three months, but for some reason I couldn't help but think of that girl that stopped by. Jarad in a way seemed different, like he was hurt. It might have just been me, I've felt weird since I had left for the summer, getting these random feelings in my gut.

For the first time in three I slept in peace, knowing I was home. I was finally okay again.

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “who I am”. Mal Hades and Uma freeze for a moment. The gravity of their bonding moment sinking in. Then they burst out laughing. And they’re only stopped by Harry flying through the closed french windows and crashing into the gazebo)

Ben: sorry. My bad. He encroached on my personal space

Harriet: he walked past you

Ben: he walked past behind me.

Harriet: so the fuck what?

Mal: Ben’s got a fight or flight response when it comes to the gnome.

Gil: it’s what happens when you do what Harry did to him

Cj: which is what exactly?

Ben: kidnapping me, trying to sell Gil to me, attempted to kill me and was accessory to the almost capsizing of the cotillion yacht that me and all my friends were on

Cj: that is barely worth mentioning and in any

Evie: Ok everyone shut up I need to talk to the happy couple

Harry: I think my legs are broked

Evie: no one cares flapjack face. Ben. Mal. Join me at the kitchen island

Mal: you wanna tell her or shall I?

Ben: umm. Me? (Mal gives him the go ahead). Um. Evie. Uh. Heheh. We sort of decided on most of the um important stuff so you don’t have to plan. You just have organise

Evie: and the four things?

Mal: I can create my new dress with magic. I’m going to ask my mom if I can borrow a necklace. I’ve got the class ring Ben gave me. And I can redo the hair streaks my exposure to the ember made for the ceremony. Sorted

Evie (through a forced, fixed smile): so I’m utterly superfluous

Carlos: pretty much yeah.

Jay: c’mon E. this is probably gonna be the first royal wedding in history where the couple have their heads on screwed on right

Evie: mhmm mhmm yeah yes of that is true however HOWEVER there’s the little slight wrinkle of me being all but shut out from the proceedings

Mal: you’re still in the party. After Jane - oh shit Jane! - and Evie’s fainted. Doug, buddy, could you alert me when she wakes up. I gotta go talk with the guest of honour

(She bustles over your Jane who’s just outside and nursing a large glass)

Mal: hey bud

Jane (slightly glazed look in her eye): heya Mally. How’re hic you doin?

Mal: I actually came over to see how you were doing. I got wrapped in my own drama again. I’m sorry

Jane: ah don’t be. I’ve come to expect. Nothings about me. Never. Not even my own birthdays. You know in my four teeth I got ‘tention?

Mal: no

Jane: Chas copied off me in algebra. Ma thought I cheated. Registration thingumy. Him fore I. So I spent that afternoon clapping erasers. So see. Never bout me

Mal: ah. Well this was supposed to be about you. And I’ve shirked you to a corner drinking....

Jane: 🎶colada’🎶

Mal: right. Judging your countenance I’d say not a virgin one. How many have you had?

Jane: one. About eighty, eighty eight times? I think. Might be more

Mal: I see. Wanna stitck by me for the evening?

Jane (pouty): will you show off those sceptre tricks you’ve been working on?

Mal (chuckling): if you want

Hades (from the kitchen): Mal! Evie is awake and demanding your presence

Evie: I refuse to be shut out!

Mal: (long, long sigh) I am so sorry Jane. Let me try and make things better.

(She points her finger at the ground and Hadie materialises in a plume of green smoke. He’s trying a hat on)

Hadie: strange, I could’ve sworn there was a mirror there

Mal: what in dad’s name are you wearing?

Hadie: oh. Doug said I should get changed. Lovely guy by the way. Evie chose well. Dizzy took me upstairs to the changing rooms. And I saw a large picture as I passed her room. He was wearing this precise outfit. So I replicated the look and was just fixing the hat when you summoned me. You like?

Mal (very calm): Jefferson. Please tell me you replicated the look and not replaced it. All three of them will kill me if that posters wearing a bathrobe

Hadie: (beat) ok. NOW it’s replicated

Mal: good. Now could you please do me a favour and keep an eye on Jane? Birthday girl shouldn’t be left alone

Hadie: it’d be my pleasure

Mal: great thanks. I gotta go

Jane: he’s tall. Er then me

(Mal goes back into the house and heads towards Evie)

Mal: what is it now?

Evie: you just can’t keep me out of your wedding planning. I’m the WEDDING PLANNER

Ben: we’re not keeping you out E. We’re just shutting down the ideas we don’t like

Evie: you’re not even supposed to be part of the conversation! You’re the groom you’re only job is to show up sober

Mal: really? Well that scuppers my plans to be blitzed during the ceremony

Evie: oh here we go...

(As they continue arguing Uma heaves a long suffering sigh and goes outside, Lonnie goes over to check up on Gil who’s eyes are scrunched shut with his hands over his ears)

Lonnie: you ok

Gil: I don’t like it when my friends fight

Lonnie: I know. Hey jay. Could you help us out here please?

Jay: sure. Hmmm. Ooh. I know. To get rid of these ants in their pants/I command thee all to get up and dance.

(Some music starts up and everyone freezes)

Jay (taking Gil’s hands away from his ears): at your leisure qayidi 'aw rbany

(This is when “backflip” happens. After the song the spells breaks)

Evie: what happened?

Lonnie: you three were arguing, Gil got upset so Jay broke the argument up and we all danced

Mal: sorry bud

Ben: sorry bro

Evie: yeah sorry

Gil: s’ok

Evie: what were we arguing about?

Mal: beats me

Ben: ditto

Cj: I know

Jay: no ya don’t

Cj: ....uhhhh....OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO HARRY!

Ben (much more then dismissively): eh he’ll be fine. Where’s Uma?

Elsa (refreezing the now lukewarm beer): she headed back outside Benjamin

Ben: ohhhh yeah uhhhh heheh you mind?

Mal: nah, go ahead. Do what you gotta do

Ben: thank you

(Outside Uma’s ranting and raving about how Mal “always wins” and how she “always loses” but she stops when Ben approaches her)

Uma: ohhhh What do you want?

Ben: talk?

Uma: oh yeah? What about?

Ben: uh, you?

Uma: why? I could see you lot in there perfectly happy, dancing about, not a care in the damn world, you and your FUCKING FRIVOLITY!!!!

Ben: ohhhh riiiight yeah I understand now, can’t be easy. Worlds in tatters, your entire life perceptions been upended, you think you’ve got on the same page with some of your family then you see your cousins arguing about wedding planning so you don’t think they’re taking things seriously. Completely understandable

Uma:...yeah I’m a little tipsy so you’re gonna have to slow down

Ben: you think you patched things up with Mal then you turn around and she’s not focusing on what you deem necessary

Uma: I’m not gonna “patch things up” until she admits and pays for what she did to me

Ben: what more can she do though? I mean seriously. She apologised, tried to let you kill her and she’s protected celia throughout most of today. Most things are a two way street Uma. And it’s up to you wether you accept her apology or not. No one can but you

Uma: I...don’t...KNOW. I DUNNO! GOD! I can’t stand it! She gets everything! The title, the reverence, the power, immortality! This past year I’ve been in my own personal hell while she’s been over here swanning about and owning the whole fucking place! It’s not fair that she gets all this and I get pruny hands and a barnaclised first mate!

Ben: have you told Mal this?

Uma: what? And be vulnerable towards the cow? I thought you were smart

Ben: (chuckles) m’sorry. Shouldn’t laugh

Uma (scoffing): s’alright. It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic. But I can’t help it. Cause when she’s been here, I’ve been down there. With my oh so delightful mother. And yeah I know it’s stupid. I can’t let it go. I’m not ice bitch. The sea waits and it will have its revenge! I’mramblingaren’tI?

Ben: mhmm. But that’s ok. You deserve it. Honestly every vk on this property has a right to complain and then some.

Uma: im done. You can go

Ben: before I do can I give you my thoughts quick?

Uma: whatever

Ben: I can help you. Believe me. All I want to do is help. But you kidnapped me. You tortured me. You tried to kill me. Why? To stick it to Mal? To make yourself feel better. All you had to do was ask and I would’ve listened to you. I will in fact still listen to you. I want to be friends with you but you need to let this petty vendetta go. It won’t do anyone any good to dwell on the past. I only hope you understand that

Uma: petty? Me? Petty?

Ben: mhmm.

Uma: bitch!

Ben: oh please. Everyone has a fatal flaw. I, apparently, have a tendency to be a smidge naive

Uma (utterly deadpan): really? I never would’ve believed it.

Ben: are you sure you can’t see yourself one day letting what happened go?

Uma: nope

Ben: why not?

Uma: cause it feels right. Evening the score feels right. And frankly I don’t care what you think. It’s simple as that. I don’t care

(This is when “I’ve gotta be me” happens)

[humankoalaa]

BLACK LIGHTNING 3X13

i have questions, concerns. and shade.

jeff on that gnac talking to himself and im properly entertained.

ok pawpaw time for bed big fella.

i forgot lynn slapped tf outa him 🤦🏾‍♀️

oh shit nevermind he’s making one of those mini violin for the pain vlogs.

LMAO wrong again. pawpaw on facetime with gambi 😩

why they got Wayne Brady looking like every ninja turtle tho?

jenn.... youre stronger than literally every one in freeland, markovia and yugopatamia. stop feeding khalil bullshit. y’all don’t needs him 😩

again... that wig... i know y’all seen how raggedy it was this episode. how ya wig got split ends? huh?

lynn....youre scaring me. awh lawd she done drank some questionable shit now she out here looking like a crack head looker.

TC... you gon say something big dawg?

anissa.... uhm... excuse me? come again? ... what is this nothing grace aint eating?! huh? EXPLAIN 🎤

okay jenn. you can’t have an attitude with nobody unless youre mad at your wig too. grace ain’t do NATHAN to you! AND second week in a row anissa didn’t deserve the petty ok? ok.

grace.. what are you wearing? shit is 🔥 got my weekly eye roll fix 😍 she dead ass looked at jenn like... BITCH! i will shift into a bird and shit on you. specifically on that wig. ok.

i was dying watching graces face and body language during that argument. sitting there like.. well so much for teenage grace and a jenn friendship. chantals facial expressions are everything.

TC up to something 🧐 erica looking at him like i lived in the same pod community as you dude. we’re damn near related. bye.

i can’t with them all being dressed like they’re heading to hogwarts for a quidditch match.

oh hey khalil.

this bout the most attractive group of superheroes known to man.

i feel like anissa is afraid of khalil and doesn’t want to admit it. not so much afraid for herself a little yes cause she seems tense and conflicted when he around but more the people. you can see the anger in her face but fear in her eyes. however this is just my interpretation.

.she’s reluctant to just welcome him back and trust him and i wouldn’t expect any less from anissa because that’s who she is. i feel like that’s all she was trying to do in terms of khalil this episode because she knows just how much more dangerous painkiller had become. so i get why she’s struggling seeing khalil and not painkiller.

“get on with it son” 🤣 jeff has heard enough. he ain’t want no parts of knowing what kind of women are TC’s type.

awh lawd brandon you gotta chill bro. now ISS not the time 😩 helicopter already sounds like its scrugglin. like y’all can’t die before grace tells anissa she loves her 😂 so get your shIt together sir.

khalil has seen enough. put just for me hair right to sleep 😂

anissa checking to make sure khalil was telling the truth and ain’t poison and dead brandon 😂🤦🏾‍♀️

anissa and graces synchronized flared nostrils and resting bitch faces. 10/10 need more. anissa resting her hand on graces thigh. 10/10 NEED. holding hands? 10/10 NEED MORE. ugh we are not worthy.

gambi. the voice of reason i stan.

jace and lynn are weird man. weird.

black lightning invented making an entrance. ok? ok.

i need grace to shift into the leopard and bite jace.... in the face. i don’t ask for much lord. do me this one solid?

nevermind ill take her shifting into the markovian dude. breaking necks and shit. grace a stone cold killer. i dead ass was like why this man just do his friends like that.... im now 0 for 3 on falling for the trickery.... it’s okay champ. walk it off.

i love tobias so much 😂 krondon is incredible at playing the villain. that damn laugh 😂😂

thunder punching erica looking at jneff like ... bruh... im TIYERD!

well that’s one way to open a door. k.

ericas lil dance 😂 you go pod princess.

uhm... lynn... uh.. you should probably elaborate when talking to well ...terrorists. so they don’t kill the help. k? k.

okay nevermind 🤣 lynn a whole functioning crackhead. ... barely.

yaassss aunty! light they asses up! jenn kills me she seriously fixed her hair after lighting up them fools 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️ dass my auntie!

gravedigger.... wants allllll the schmoke and khalil..... nooo nooo he isn’t reeaaddyyy. 😩

tobias.... you better shut the hell up 😂 leave my grandaddy alone.

uhm... okay brandon. i can’t with his overacting 😖

khalil... come on uncle. just play dead 😩 dudes name is gravedigger like GRAVE. DIGGER. digger of graves.. in the ground ...you finna get dead unc. 🤦🏾‍♀️

black lightning has the best fight scenes. every single fight scene incredible from top to bottom.

fuck. gravedigger outed my pawpaws lights 😭

jenn and lynn reunited 😭😭

hullup.... wheres Brandon at tho...

khalil... sit down! damn! 😂🤦🏾‍♀️

DAASSSSS MY GRANDDAD!!!!!!! LETS GOOOOOOO!

ugh this group hug 😭❤️

[yee-to-my-haw]

What Narcissus did before he had his soul/source of power split in half and given to Moon as a punishment: a very casual and badly written tale

So there was a war between the Purists and Everyone Else about 3 000 years ago.

The Purists are those that believed every single creature must procreate between themselves and keep their species pure. Meaning, an orc should procreate with an orc. A fae should procreate with a fae. A Kappa should be with a Kappa, a mermaid with another mermaid or merman, humans stay with humans, etc.

Everyone Else, well. They disagreed. If an orc wants to shag a kappa then she should be free to do so. If an alien wanted to shag a local then let them. Before the war happened, the half breeds were shunned and oftentimes executed along with their parents.

Even the Elders weren't spared from that treatment (Elders... are entities that were there before everything, I guess. They created everything around us, idk if that makes sense. They were just. Always there. Though with time they are less and less invested with their creations, they're just our there minding their business, sipping tea or some shit). They were also heavily involved in the war.

Narcissus' mother is an Elder. She and her twin were the ones that created worlds. More specifically, the universe I'm writing in. The story behind the birth of Narci is pretty much like a Greek myth in the sense that Terra (his mum) was just out there and saw a fey and she was like hot damn they pretty as fuck I wanna shag and they shagged and boom, they got Narci. The Fey was decapitated. Narci was spared. (Oh how they regretted that decision) Terra was shunned.

But yeah, when the war happened, Narci was a young teen. And by then he was already a one man army and wiped out most of the Purists. Everyone was like oh cool this guy is rad. Narci was like oh sweet me powerful what can I do with my powers?

So he went around and fucked with gods and human lives, broke up a strong relationship here, ruined a birthday there with a murder, picked a random person and every year of their life, on their birthday, killed someone they loved, cursed a bloodline line there, cursed a whole ass planet, made an alien god go insane and destructed his own worshippers, fabricated lies that destroyed relationships and entire lives. All of that because he was curious. He wants to know what could happen to people if *this* or *that* happened. He never really took anyone or anything seriously except from justice. If he found something to be unfair, he would take matters into his own hands and make sure that whoever did something unjust, he would make them suffer. Everytime someone gave off signs of being unfair or even being a Purist, that person was in grave danger. (Narci said fuck racists/homophobes/nazis/xenophobes/terfs/etc)

But his sense of justice was quite ironic, I mean look at what he did out of curiosity.

So you know how I said elders didnt mingle much anymore they were just minding their business? K so, at some point they started noticing Narci and the shit he was doing and they were like yo we gotta uh. Do something about this dude. Hes getting too powerful. And problematic. So while they were trying to find a solution, Ddaear (Terra's twin) was like imma go talk to this kid yo. So they did and they were like listen here you lil shit, before you were born I told yo mama it was a terrible idea to go shag that Fey bc they were already powerful and a mix with a powerful fey and an Elder couldn't end well and you know what your mum said? She said nah it cant be that bad, I'm actually a kind soul, the kid can't be a dick. Well guess what? You're proving me right. You're a piece of shit. Stop being a clown, the world isnt a circus. And Narci was like how dare you talk to me like that and how dare you talk about my mother like that. And Ddaear was like you know what fuck it you gon get your first punishment next time you do something dumb and Narci was like lmao what are you gonna do? Spank me?

Long story short, an elder made the mistake of saying Narci was an abomination and never should have even existed and Narci was like fuck did u say bout me? And drained the Elder until there was nothing left of them. The others were like ? Miss Keysha? Miss Keysha??? Oh fuck she dead and they were like that's it you're getting split so they literally tore his entire self in two and with the other half they were like we're keeping this shit and giving it to someone that deserves it or would actually be able to repair all the shit he's done. So yeah, that's how Narci went too far and got his soul, source of power, his everything split. And yes, the process was excruciating. Did that stop him? Kinda. He doesn't pull the kind of shit he did before (its not like he ca- well... 2 000 years on earth did teach him a few things, but hes still not as powerful as he once was) but he still found a way to respect the laws while doing his nasty shit for fun so he could get away with it. In our say and age, he uses his powers to commit petty crimes and takes people's most prized possessions for his own collection. Because he likes it. Well, he did that until he found Moon and found out she was the one that received his other half. But his story with Moon is for another day.

Anyways that's that. Now you know what I mean when I say this guy is a dick and yall shouldn't like him. I mean I get it, he's a gorgeous dick, he sometimes stands for very valid causes, but he's dick nonetheless.

(Feel free to ask if you want random stories of shit he's done)

[serenity-writes]

A Whispered Wish (IkeRev Fenrir - NSFW)

Fenrir never thought he had a chance.

“I’m in love with her.”

They’re simple words, set adrift into an evening air that whisks them away with a decisive breeze, leaving them only in memories. They are words spoken definitively despite their dimmed volume, the tone carrying not a single trace of hesitation or doubt. They are words that form a declaration worthy of a king.

“Finally admitted it to yourself, huh?” Fenrir can always rely on his trademark grin in times like these. It punctuates his words as he drops his weight onto the balcony railing to the familiar creaking of aged wood. He’s not surprised; his friend can’t hide anything from him. Fenrir tilts his head back, sparing himself from following Ray’s gaze into the ballroom, alive with melody and dance.

“Yeah. Took me a while.”

Fenrir’s eyes are locked to the waning moon, but all he can see in the pale light is a bolt of brilliant blue. “What are you goin’ to do?” Even though he’s the one asking, he has a sudden urge to plunge his fingers into his ears like a child.

“I don’t know yet.” Ray just barely finishes his sentence when the rotunda doors burst open, swinging eagerly on their greased hinges. Music and chatter spill forth to irrevocably stain the intimacy, like wine from a tipped glass upon a white carpet.

“Here you two are!”

A few hurried steps bring her close enough to grab a wrist from each of them. “Come dance! Come dance!” She beckons with light, but persistent tugs.

Fenrir is too focused on the way her dress floats, undeniably envious of the delicate silk that clings to her, closer than he’s ever been. He misses a meeting with her sapphire eyes; he looks up only when she settles upon Ray, misreading that she’s been there all along. Of course.

“I need a partner!” Her smile is ever optimistic, a killer when paired with her champagne-induced rosy cheeks. “So, who’s it going to be?”

“Ray.” Fenrir casually shakes his arm free, chilled by the wind that sweeps in to replace her. “You two go! Have fun.”

“You sure?” Ray asks, but the glimmer in his eyes says the opposite.

“Totally sure!”

She frowns, but not enough. “Okay, but you’re next, Fenrir!”

What can he say, except, “of course!”

When the couple joins the crowd on the floor, Fenrir’s waving hand drops with his grin. He watches Ray wrap a familiar arm around her waist, supporting her while keeping her close. He sees her hand link with Ray’s, so entwined that every inch of their palms touch. It leaves no space for anyone, anything else. Ray leans in, whispering something into her ear that has her dissolving into laughter, as animated as she is breathless while they circle in clumsy harmony.

She makes a beautiful queen.

Fenrir exhales, his breath but wisps in the darkness, and decides he needs another drink.

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Fenrir does his best to avoid her for the next few weeks.

He knows it’s a silly thing to do, that they’re not children caught in an endless game of hide and seek, but he’s playing anyway. When he’s not training, he’s out and about, lost in the crowd of friends that always manage to distract him for a little while. He thinks she won’t notice, not when she’s being courted by the King of the Black Army. Fenrir’s seen firsthand how women coo over Ray, inviting him to share their bed for glory and reputation. It’s customary for Ray to turn all of them down, and now Fenrir knows why.

They’ve always had similar taste.

BANG! BANG! BANG, BANG, BANG!

Five shots. Five seconds. It’s all he wants. All he needs. His mind focused solely on hitting the mark, everything else becomes white noise.

In speedy succession, Fenrir makes hollow shells of his opponents: metal cans that topple over onto the ground, new holes burned into the sides. He allows himself an easy grin of victory as he sprints over to pick up his targets. “Aw, damn,” he says, realizing these ones have become too tattered to be called cans any longer. He drops them into the pile of a few dozen more, listening to them clank with some satisfaction.

“Fenrir, are you hungry?”

Her voice cuts across the field of crisp green, and he stops. He stumbles for a second, hands unsure what to do with themselves. He ends up holstering his guns, hastily plastering on a grin before turning. “Hey!” He jogs to the bench she stands in front of and drops down, his muscles thankful for the relief. He wipes a sweaty brow with a hand. “What are you doin’ here?”

She’s holding a plate with what appears to be meatloaf. With a free hand, she gestures to the sun, well on its way to melting into the horizon. “You missed dinner, silly!”

“Oh, shit, sorry! I didn’t realize how late it was.”

To his relief, she accepts that explanation. “Here. I tried to keep it warm.” She hands him the plate and a fork. “Don’t worry, I made sure there were no tomatoes!” She laughs, probably thinking about the face he makes when accidentally tasting those red demons.

His heart thumps at that eye-crinkling smile. He returns it. “Thanks. You’re the best.”

As he cuts into the loaf with the side of the fork, silence falls over them. But it’s a comfortable blanket, one worn and slightly frayed, settling over them as easily as it always has. Simple. Effortless.

“It’s really nice out, huh.” She’s staring out across the field, the sunset reflected in her eyes.

“Yeah! It’s a perfect day for goin’ out.”

“Central Quarter has been gorgeous these past few days. Oh! I forgot to tell you, I went the other day to pick up some cakes from the new bakery, and they started having those seasonal cakes, you know, the ones with the adorable icing flowers that I like. They let me try one they were just testing, and oooh, the lemon frosting was absolutely delicious. I really wish I could have brought some back for everyone.” She takes a deep breath to regain some oxygen, then her eyes widen. “Oops, sorry! I rambled all over you. Fenrir, you have to stop me when I do that, you know.”

“I don’t mind,” he mumbles, half to himself. “I like listening to you talk.” He chooses to keep the endearing dulcet of her tone to himself.

She makes a miniscule noise of surprise, suddenly shy as her cheeks color with the unexpected compliment said in a tone that is so unlike the Fenrir she’s come to know. This ushers in the quiet once more, and they settle for listening to the leaves of the nearby trees scatter, the last vestiges of fall drawn away by a persistent wind.

“So, what’ve ya got planned for the weekend?”

“Tea! With Blanc. He promised to show me a new blend that he thinks I’ll like. And I think Seth wanted to take me shopping. By then I’ll be exhausted, so I think I’ll just want to curl up with a good book in my bed.”

Fenrir grins, imagining her snuggled between the sheets, cozy and warm as she dives into those novels she so loves. “That sounds fun.”

“What about you? Are you going out too?”

“I think I’m going to have another great weekend of training! Oliver’s hooking me up with some new guns, and I’m gonna test those babies out on some more cans. They’ll never see me coming!” He pumps his fist into the air, but there’s no real gusto behind the action. “And I think—”

“Hey Fenrir, are you okay?”

Her fingers play with the hem of her skirt as she holds a breath, awaiting answer.

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, I just… are you okay?”

To his credit, he manages to keep his cool. “What do you mean? I’m fine!” He sounds utterly convincing. Too much so, even.

“…Are you sure?”

“Of course! I’m totally fine, like always.” Fenrir hardly tastes the meat he just swallowed. His tongue feels heavy, sinking into his mouth. “Why do you ask?”

“I… I don’t know!” She’s struggling alongside him, trying to articulate her thoughts but it feels like grasping for floating letters. “Maybe I’m being crazy or paranoid. But… lately, somehow, you feel different. Distant, I guess. You’re always training.” Her fingers press into each other. “I-I know you always train hard, but it’s… way more than usual. And you’re always missing lunch and dinner even though you love eating. More than anyone in the world.”

He gives an awkward laugh, but lets the sound die when she doesn’t join him with her own. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. Really.”

“I don’t have to worry, but I will. Because you’re… important. To me, Fenrir.”

As important as Ray? Whatever rational part is left in him holds back the pettiness before it can slip from his lips. At least until he turns to respond, and her face is close. So close he can count the constellations of light freckles swept across her nose. His jaw falls slightly ajar on its own, whatever sound he was about to make crumbling like ash, blown away by the next breeze.

He wants to kiss her.

He wants to touch, graze, crush his mouth to hers, trace the curve of her lips with the tip of his frantic tongue, carve the forbidden taste of her into his very skull until breath itself is shorn from them, the only oxygen they need found in the other’s arms. He’s vaguely aware his hands are trembling as they shift from the plate, destination unclear as they move up, up, up—

“Hey!”

Their heads whip back toward the sound of the familiar noise. Fenrir’s arms drop. From far away, Ray is crossing the field, imposing cape draped over his shoulders. “There you are! Oh, Fenrir, you’re here too.” Broad strides bring Ray quickly to the bench. He smiles at the pair. “Hey partner, we missed you at dinner.”

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Lost track of time.”

“As long as you ate something. Don’t work too hard, okay?” Then Ray shifts his attention to her, his grin softening just a smidge around the edges. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yup!”

Fenrir fidgets with the end of his fork. “Where are ya heading?”

“Just to Central Quarter. I want to try one of the new drinks at the pub! They say it’s made with seasonal fruit. I can’t wait!” She’s practically beaming, the tension in the air now fully shattered.

“Come on then, or I’ll leave you behind.” Ray teases, turning to make good on that promise, heading towards the path that leads to the world beyond the barracks.

She’s about to join the king, but turns back to Fenrir one last time. “Hey.” A friendly hand on his lap beckons his eyes back to hers. He finds her warm. Much too inviting. “You can tell me anything. I’ll always be here for you.” She stands, leaving him one last smile before she runs off after her date for the evening.

“Yeah.” Fenrir swallows the last mouthful of now-cold meatloaf. “I know.”

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All those endless days of harsh training and keeping himself too busy pay off a few weeks later, in the form of a vicious sickness. It forces Fenrir to finally rest in the comfort of his bed, the covers drawn up tightly around his neck. He is a ghost, drifting in-between states of consciousness as he fights off whatever bug has made his body its home.

A crack of light invades the darkness when his door opens, silently pushed by a careful hand. She steps with her toes, not wanting to wake the patient she’s come to see. Her lips droop into a frown when she sees how he trembles, shivering with the chills despite the heat that swirls around him. Taking the cool cloth from his forehead, she’s about to replace it with the fresh one she’s brought when his eyes flutter.

“You’re here?” His voice cracks, throat too dry to articulate anything better.

“Yes, I’m here.” She speaks in whispers, turning to hand him a glass of water. She finds him trying to sit up on his own, failing when his shaking limbs betray him. “Ah, Fenrir, be careful! Let me help you.”

Eventually, they get him upright, though he’s slightly gasping for breath by the end of it. She flicks on a dim lamp. Then she sets to wiping his forehead of sweat, careful to soak up every last drop before she hands him a tiny pill and his cup. “Drink.”

Fenrir swallows the medication, but dribbles water over his pajamas when his fingers struggle for purchase on the ceramic. “Shit,” he mutters, watching as she removes the cup and wipes down his top. “I’m so uncool right now.”

“Is that really what you’re worried about, Fenrir?” But she can’t help a slight laugh that always seems to appear when he’s around.

“Of course. Gotta play my part. I’m the coolest Ace around.” He tries to wink, but only succeeds in making both of his eyelids twitch. “Did that work?”

Another giggle. “Nope.”

“Ah… I’ll try again in a few days.” Fenrir brushes hair from his eyes, feeling somewhat stronger already. “Hey. Thanks for coming and checkin’ on me.”

“Of course. Now, you should go back to sleep.” She turns, sorting away the various things on the bedside table.

Don’t go. “No, no, I’m fine. Improving, really. I’ve been real bored, so having someone to talk to could really help.” He flashes what he hopes is his most convincing smile, though it currently looks a smidge lopsided. “Don’t you wanna help me heal?”

“…You’re really feeling better?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay! Then I’ll be right back.”

There’s a clacking of heels, and then she’s disappeared through the door. Part of Fenrir fears she won’t come back, but he decides to give her more credit than that. True to her word, she returns a few minutes later, with a bowl that sends steam into the stale air.

“If you’re feeling better, then you can eat! Here. Luka made some porridge, specially for you. It’s very light on the seasoning, so it won’t upset your stomach.”

Fenrir pulls a face.

“Can’t I have meat or something? Or at least more salt?”

“Nooope.” She sets a tray on his lap, adjusting until it’s as steady as it can be. “Eat up.”

Fenrir has one last card to play. “Only if you feed me.” He figures that even if he says anything weird, he can just blame it on the meds.

“Uh-huh.” But she acquiesces. She pulls the bowl into her own lap, scooping a spoonful of the thick porridge. In true nurse fashion, she blows on the surface, trying to cool it down. She doesn’t notice Fenrir’s easy smile as he watches her, working so intently. “Open up.”

Fenrir is more than happy to play along, opening his mouth wide to receive. As he eats, she begins to talk, filling the space with music. He swallows bite after bite, barely registering flavor as he listens. Not that there’s much to taste in the first place.

“Luka’s been experimenting with some new recipes lately. I can’t wait for you to get better to try them! There’s the one with the marinated lamb, then the one with the cream sauce, and my favorite, an absolutely addicting fried cutlet.”

“And you only brought me porridge?!”

She only gives a light shrug in the face of Fenrir’s mock outrage. “To give you incentive to heal up and never get sick again. Anyway, Seth’s been leading the training in your absence, and all the soldiers are working hard! But I can tell, they can’t wait for you to get back.”

A drop of gruel lingers at the corner of his mouth. Before he can wipe it away, she does it for him with her thumb, brushing past his lips, almost as lightly as a kiss. He coughs, and she instantly looks down to get the next spoonful.

“Sirius is busy as always. I wish he’d take a break before he also works himself into sickness, but he keeps telling me he’s perfectly fine.” She’s scraping the bottom of the bowl now, catching the last dregs of the meal. “And Ray… Ray’s doing fine too. But he misses his partner a lot.”

“I miss him too.” The spoon slips between Fenrir’s lips and he swallows the final spoonful. He’s truly regained some strength as the medicine fully enters his bloodstream. He meets her eyes, and she can see that a flicker of their former flame has reignited. “Thank you. I mean it.”

“No problem.” She sets the bowl down. “I… miss you too, you know. It’s too quiet around here without you. So, I guess I have an ulterior motive for nursing you back to health.” They share a chuckle, joined by the noise of soldiers chatting as they walk past the door, still ajar.

Without warning, she shifts closer, and Fenrir’s heart hops. Her lips are moving, but Fenrir can’t quite hear what she’s saying. She just keeps coming towards him, leaning over the bedspread, and Fenrir isn’t sure if he’s hallucinating this entirely, or if she’s somehow read his mind for his most hidden wish.

His reaction time is still delayed; he doesn’t close his eyes before her forehead meets his.

“W-What…”

“I need to check your fever, silly,” she whispers, so close he can feel her breath on his skin.

“How is it?”

“Still running hot.”

Their eyes are captured by each other, holding the stare as electricity seems to crackle in the room, the tension coming to a boiling point.

The bed creaks as she starts to push back, and Fenrir’s hands move on their own. He’s not thinking as he cups the back of her head. He meets no resistance when he pulls so slightly and crosses the rest of the distance himself, and finally, finally, his feverish lips meet hers.

She is every bit as soft as he’s imagined.

He’s breathing in her in lieu of air. His nose presses lightly against hers, effortlessly intimate. His addled brain can only spur him on, deepening the kiss as the flame in his very soul threatens to burst. This. This is what he’s been dreaming of for so damn long. And it was worth every second of the wait.

That is, until she shoves him back.

“F-Fenrir!”

“I—”

He can offer no excuse or explanation. He can only watch as she throws the bowl and cutlery back onto the tray. She gets to her feet in such a hurry that everything rattles. “I… I’m sorry. I’ll be back to check on you later, I just—Sorry!” And with that, she flees, leaving the door open an inch in her wake.

Fenrir stares at the sliver of light. He feels a sudden weakness, left by waning adrenaline, and slides himself back into a sleeping position. He’s finding it hard to focus, his blinks forcing his eyes shut for longer with each subsequent one. Her scent still lingers in the air, delightful torture. He hopes he doesn’t forget her lips in the morning.

It isn’t long until he slips into a dreamless sleep. And when she checks on him again, he doesn’t wake.

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A week later, Fenrir’s back in action. His trigger-happy fingers are just as nimble as ever, and his beaming smile is slipped into place to all his soldiers. He’s welcomed back to the squad with applause and cheers. He’s rejoined them at the dinner table, but he sits across from Luka instead, citing it to be the best place to get the freshly made food. She doesn’t say anything, and settles in to her usual spot, beside Ray.

Fenrir tries his best to act normal. He really does. Seeing them together is really just a natural thing that he needs to get used to. Now, sitting in middle of this roaring pub with the rest of his buddies, it feels so banal that Fenrir actually believes what he keeps telling himself.

“Hey partner, your drink’s empty!” Ray claps Fenrir on the back, jolting the latter from his thoughts. “What’re you thinking so hard about?”

“Just what kinda bullets I’m gonna get Oliver to make next!” The two men share an easy grin.

“And here I thought it was how to rid our world of tomatoes forever,” Ray says with a laugh.

“Damn, I really wish. But somehow, I think the lil’ things will pop up again, just to terrorize me.” Fenrir grimaces, but soon he’s back to smiles.

“Another drink?” The waitress that pops by is a bit too friendly, with her batting eyes and waning smile. Fenrir finds himself thinking that she’s attractive. Maybe that’s what he needs. An attractive distraction.

“Yeah, sure!”

When it comes, Fenrir wastes no time in taking a huge swig of the alcohol, letting it run through his system to cause a pleasant numbness throughout. He doesn’t realize the foam’s clinging to the top of his lip, causing a rather prominent mustache. When he catches her eye, she giggles at it.

“Have you been growing that long?” She points to her own lip.

When he touches his hand to where she’s indicated, he’s surprised to come away with foam. “Yeah, for years! Do ya like it?” He pouts, showing it off.

“Of course!” She’s a bit tipsy in her own right, all giggles as she thrives in the bustle around her.

“Gosh, Fenrir, maybe you should actually grow one~ ☆” Seth turns and fiddles with the foam to change it into a thin, curly mustache. He leans back to admire his work, absently running his fingers through his ponytail. “I’ll even style it for you.”

“Ugh, please don’t.” Luka rolls his eyes.

Ray returns with a round of fries for the table. The drunken army members cheer for their king before they dive in, grabbing at the golden potatoes. Fenrir’s one of them. He’s stuffing his face with the sticks, but he happens to look up to see Ray whisper something into her ear. And then, he watches her slide out of her seat.

Meeting Fenrir’s gaze, Ray gives him a thumbs-up as he moves to join her. He’s all smiles, looking happier than Fenrir’s seen him in some time.

Be happy for your friends.

Fenrir shoots him some finger guns, then stuffs more fries in his mouth.

 When he’s back in his room, spread starfish over his bed, his ears are still ringing. The pub will do that to you. Sometimes, that’s just what you need. He came back just a handful of minutes ago with the rest of the guys; the pair that disappeared halfway through never returned to the table.

“Ray’s probably confessed by now,” Fenrir mumbles to himself. “I hope they’re happy.” He rolls over, and the clock tells him it’s almost one in the morning. “I should sleep…” His sobering mind tells him to change, but he’s too lazy. So, he settles for stripping off his uniform jacket, then his top, and he’s just about to tug his pants off when there’s a subtle knock on the door.

At first, he thinks it a figment of his imagination. But the knock comes again, quietly, politely insistent. Fenrir doesn’t hesitate to jog over in his state of undress.

He yanks the door open, and there she is.

Damn it, is his first thought. He shouldn’t have kissed her. Now, he only wants more.

Clasped hands drop as her jaw does. “Fenrir!” She’s obviously flustered, not expecting to be faced with his bare body. “Umm, sorry, am I interrupting?”

Fenrir looks down and realizes. “Oh, right, sorry. No, it’s fine. I was just getting ready for bed. That’s why,” he gestures to his chest, “this.” He steps aside, to clear a path for her. “Come in, come in.”

She does, ultimately deciding to take a seat on his bed as his chair is currently occupied by a pile of clothes. Typical. It makes her smile. “You don’t need to change, it’s alright. I won’t be long.”

“Okay. So, what can I do for ya?” The bed creaks with his weight as he plops down next to her.

She’s changed into a nightdress and thrown a robe over it for modesty. Absently, she kneads the soft strap of the robe, parting and unparting her lips before she finally speaks. “Ray told me he loved me tonight.”

“Oh.”

The noise slips past Fenrir’s lips on its own. He’d been in the process of sobering up, but now he’s fully there, brain whirring to process what she’s just said.

“Wha… What did you say to him?” Say no. Tell me you said no.

“I said I needed time. I’m… I’m not sure.”

“Why?” That morbid part of him forces him to pry, even when he’s afraid each uncovered word will be a new needle slipping between his ribs.

“We’ve been spending a lot of time together. And I… I like him. I do. I just don’t know how much. I don’t want to hurt him, so I feel like I have to at least consider it.”

Fenrir wishes he had a gallon of water to calm his desert throat.

“But Fenrir. I… Our kiss… I just…” She doesn’t even stop to breathe. “I need to ask you. I can’t get it out of my mind, and I just can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen. I-I have to know, Fenrir, what did it mean?”

Fenrir knows exactly what he should say. It goes along the lines of ‘it was a mistake. Ray really loves you, so you should say yes.’ Then she’s off, her mind satisfied. And he’s fulfilled his duty as best friend. The duty he’s upheld for so long.

In the span of three seconds, the space between them is vanquished, and Fenrir is answering her question with a kiss. This time, his calloused hands weave into her hair. He feels her move beneath him, cycling through emotions: shock, surprise, then desire. She leans into his starved touch, both of their eyes pressed firmly shut, as if this would all vanish if they dared to reaffirm with a gaze. “Choose me.” Fenrir ghosts the words, lacing them into his fingertips as he strokes the nape of her neck, then a smooth shoulder revealed by the scattered robe.

A part of him wants to blame it on the drink, but they both know better.

He dares to trace her lips with the tip of his tongue, and she opens for him. He finds her just as intoxicating as he remembers. The sweetest wine he could savor and sip for an eternity, deliriously drunk on even just the scent. She matches his every lick, every stroke. Their heated sighs fade into one -- and damn, does it feel like he's truly living for the first time.

His hands tug at the strap of the robe, and lets it fall utterly onto the bedsheets. How many times has he imagined doing this, going over each step in his mind only to let the daydreams slip away into obscurity? How many times has he buried these errant thoughts in bullets, slammed into whatever targets he can find?

“Fenrir,” she whispers, shy when his eyes stare at her with such intensity, taking in the thin nightdress that clings to her frame. It practically hides nothing from view. “I… We…” Her lips glisten with proof of their kiss.

In this moment, he realizes he would give anything to fasten his mouth upon her silk-silhouetted peaks until she cries out for him, and only him. “Can I touch you?” Reason is slipping from his mind like fine gunpowder through parted fingers, and he doesn’t think he’s ever been so afraid. So afraid that what she says next will shatter this illusion and return him to earth.

“…Yes.”

There is no hesitation in the arms that envelop her now. He lays her upon the blankets, the sinew of his arms working with a gentle ferocity that only those closest to him are privy to. He urges the fabric of her dress out of the way, impatience swelling with each new inch of skin he uncovers. Involuntarily, she shivers, realizing how yearning is not dusted, but carved into eyes that possess her in such reverence. She’s only caught glimmers of it before, at dinner, in meetings, but now they have her captive, refusing to break the hold. Pint bumps prick her arms, and he pauses.

“Are you okay? Cold?” He asks, tracing the slightly-raised skin with a thumb, thinking even this is adorable. He gathers the sheets around her, intending to cover her bared limbs, but she shakes it off. She touches his shoulder instead, a silent summons that he heeds by dipping his head and covering the swell of her breast with his lips.

She rewards him well: a noise that is more exhale than moan, but it’s more than he could have ever hoped for.

He strokes so gracefully with his tongue, leaving traces of himself behind with each persuasion of song. His battle-worn hands trace down her stomach, the sides of her waist, memorizing each curve, each dip. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, flicking his gaze up to watch her flush rose-pink. And not mine.

“S-Stop, don’t say that,” she replies, her voice effortlessly sensual, enticing in its coyness.

“It’s the truth.”

His breath tickles her senses when he releases, to not leave the other unattended. When he returns her to the heat of his mouth, she is arching. Her body meets him to subtly whisper that her passion remains unsated, fiery yet. And while he wishes to savor, to let sit the dessert of her yearning on his tongue until it melts into saccharine cream, his fingers are not nearly as obedient. They find her damp, honest.

“Fenrir…”

He’s too aware that he strains against his pants, and her feverish moaning of his name only contributes to this torture. On his knees, he sculpts a path down her body, testing where his kisses tempt the most cloying of mews. But what does he hope to accomplish here? Would any of this make a difference? Is this just a result of their weakness?

She twitches when he takes her inner thigh into his mouth, sucking hard enough to leave blossoming evidence behind. He soothes the mark with his fingers, tracing, outlining the color. It’s an action as juxtaposing as he, the noble against the wild, the control against the release. Tomorrow, will he wake alone?

“Fenrir, stop teasing me…!”

He hooks a finger into the final piece of resistance, thin fabric he entices away. Arousal practically dribbles from between her thighs.

“Hey, I think you like being teased.”

A squirm, a giggle. “Shut up.”

“Hehe.”

And for a second, everything feels normal.

Then he lowers his mouth, and has his first taste of her.

He swears he’ll dream of the way she bucks for him, raising her hips only to let them fall, conducting him in the unpredictable rhythm of pleasure. His blood seems to be locked in a southbound race, his arousal so firm in its aching for her. The whimpers that spill from her are infinitely precious but lost upon the bedsheets that surround her with his scent.

It’s only in this liminal space between friend and lover, the public and the private, that Fenrir allows himself to be honest. “I can’t hold back any longer.”

“When have you ever?” and she smiles.

He sits back onto his heels, his belt and pants obstacles that are dealt with by the next minute. They hit the floor, crumpling as he surges forward. There’s no awkwardness here despite their nakedness, the vulnerability of it all. When he hovers over her, she feels nothing but comfort. Then, his arousal is pressed firmly against her.

Fenrir shifts. She parts for him. He’s engulfed by heat. A sole thought comes: this is where he belongs.

He sinks deeper into her, wanting, needing to know her very core. Her name falls from his lips, a mantra that he can’t stop repeating, reminding himself this is real. She tightens around him every time he does.

Fenrir kisses her chest, making his way up to her mouth as her arms come around him, hugging him close. “Does it hurt?” He asks quietly, not daring to break the hush.

“It feels good, Fenrir. So good.” The final fragment is pressed into his skin with a kiss.

He’s hilted, enveloped, drowning in a pleasure that is so familiar yet frighteningly new. It’s here that he can forget. His king, his duties, his friendships. He lets it all burn away with each stroke, each time his body meets hers in the name of bliss. Beneath him, she is breathtaking. She moans through their kisses, through his gasps.

“Fenrir, if you keep—oh, Fenrir…”

It’s him she’s thinking about. Him, and no one else. He fucking loves it.

The bed creaks under their shifting weight, rattling slightly against the wall. Fenrir obeys every desperate ache that runs through his veins as he rocks into her. Hating that he’s close. Hating that his body betrays him when he needs it most. But she’s beckoning him in deeper with the murmurs of pleasure against his shoulder blade, moving to his collarbone, exploring.

This can’t end.

He’s not ready for the warmth of her skin to fade from his fingertips, for time to erode his memories of this night until all that remains are fragments, bits and pieces he can’t quite use to form a finished portrait. God, she feels incredible. Tight around him as if she needs him just as much as he does her. He could make love like this, madly, possessively, for a lifetime.

I won’t let this end.

When clarity returns, will she leave? Will she be satisfied that it’s out of her system, that she’s had one last wild tryst? He strokes her hair, letting the strands ultimately fall from his fingers. His lips land wherever they can, on her forehead, her cheek, her sweetly moaning mouth. Here, in the dim, unsettled darkness of this room, bared skin against skin, she is his. And he is always hers.

Please.

“Fenrir, I…!” She unravels with a cry of his name, and nothing else matters. He watches, feels her come, ankles crossed behind his back to demand him go deeper. He knows he’s gone. Control has been lost. So, Fenrir surrenders.

“Me too.”

His final thrusts are done right against her, kneeling, grinding. It’s a bliss he has no right to know, but has partaken of just the same. He tucks himself into the crook of her neck, lightly capturing the skin between his teeth only to release. And as he spills the vestiges of sin, he makes a silent confession.

I love you.

Suspended in time, the pair can do naught but hold each other as their breaths slow, pants subside. They remain wrapped in each other, in the magic of the night, in the sanctity of these bedsheets. They connect with a stare, a silent meeting of cobalt and magenta that dissolves when Fenrir bites his lip and turns.

He rolls off her, fetching a handkerchief from his bedside table. He wipes it across her sweat-drenched skin, so delicately he’s hardly touching her. His chest rises and falls, heavy. His eyes are devoid of something. They’re clouded, lost.

What has he just done?

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” She sits up, her dress falling down back into place. She replaces a thin strap on her shoulder.

“I…” A bitter taste lingers on his tongue, where once was honey. “I probably shouldn’t have done that.” All he can picture is Ray’s face, fallen with disappointment. He never wanted to be responsible for that look.

Her brows knit. Her fingers shake as she picks up the robe from the floor. “Fenrir, do you regret this?”

She waits longer than she should for an answer, but he has none to give.

So, she makes one for herself. Taking the cloth, she soaks up every last drop of him left inside her. She slips the robe back on, hiding her kiss-warmed skin. He can’t make himself lie to her, even if it looks like tears are welling in the corners of her eyes.

“Goodnight, Fenrir.”

Before he can even consider asking her to stay, she’s gone.

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How do I tell Ray?

This thought consumes Fenrir for the next few days. He knows he has to. There’s no chance in hell he’ll get away with hiding this. Nor does he want to. He just… hasn’t found the right opportunity to yet.

In fact, Fenrir hasn’t seen Ray much at all. When he does, they’re both too busy to spend any time chatting. Fenrir’s putting his troops through a vigorous program, and they’re all exhausted and sweaty at the end of it. Today is no different, as they spar with each other, fists flying and kicks whipping.

“Hey, Fenrir!” Ray’s voice cuts through the hubbub, and everyone pauses to greet the king before they’re right back at it. “Working hard?”

“As always!” Fenrir strolls over to Ray. “What’s up?”

“Just checking in. Everyone looks to be in top form.” Ray surveys them with a huge grin, looking very proud indeed. They start to walk through the troops together, giving advice and praise where needed. “It’s been a while since we’ve sparred together, huh?”

A nearby soldier overhears. “You should give us a demonstration!”

“Not a bad idea.” Ray turns to his friend. “How about it?”

“Ehh…” Fenrir scratches at his head. “I dunno…”

“C’mon commander!”

“It’ll be cool!”

The ace sighs, then bursts into a grin. “Alright. Let’s do it. If you lose, you’re buyin’ a round of drinks!”

“As per usual.”

There’s a roar of cheers, then a huge rumbling as the men move to clear a space, a vast, circular arena. Ray leaves his cape aside, and Fenrir does the same with his jacket. They both stretch, just lightly warming their muscles. They enter the ring to another round of noise.

Circling with slow, purposeful steps, they’re like jungle cats, feeling the other out, ready to pounce at a moment. Ray pounces, a kick flying out. It would have done some serious damage if it connected. Fenrir dodges with a speed that can only come from intense training. He retaliates with a jab. Neither of them hit, but they didn’t expect to. They know each other too well for this to be an easy fight.

Ray’s smile is natural, even as he summons strength to send his curled hand towards Fenrir’s face. It’s a feint. Fenrir doesn’t register it in time, and—ouch! A second fist sinks into Fenrir’s stomach.

“Oof!” Fenrir leaps back. He pats his side. He’s wincing, but only slightly. “Nice… one…” He pants, the burst of air forced from his lungs. “Next one’s gonna be mine.”

Ray’s eyes narrow, but he says nothing.

When the ace lunges next, he goes a bit too far. All Ray has to do is spin. Two fingers push into Fenrir’s spine to send him toppling off balance. Fenrir scrapes his palms; he’s not falling, but he certainly stumbles. He kicks up a cloud of dust, which he uses to his advantage. He launches a counterstrike.

The roundhouse kick just barely misses Ray’s leg. “Too slow!”  

Now they’re close, arms and hands grappling. They drag each other to the ground in a flurry of rough punches that are all equally blocked. The noise of the spectators dies down in their suspense, waiting to see who comes out of this sequence victorious. It’s Fenrir who breaks first. His block falls for just a second and Ray sees it. He exploits it with a light blow that doesn’t hurt Fenrir’s body as much as it does his pride.

“Fight me properly,” Ray practically growls.

“What’re you talking about? I am!”

“No. You’re not.”

Fenrir forces them apart, leaping back. He shifts back into a fighting stance. But Ray isn’t having any of it. He doesn’t give Fenrir a break, coming at him with an unpredictable array of attack. Fenrir just barely manages to fend him off but gains a few bruises in the process. Fenrir doesn’t even feel the sting of his wounds, the ache of his muscles telling him he’s pushing himself too far. He can’t stop. He doesn’t want to stop.

It’s only when Ray’s fist smashes into his face that Fenrir crumples to the ground, and stays there.

One of the spectators, a new recruit, yelps. He wants to run to Fenrir’s side, to help his commander, but Ray’s outstretched arm tells him no. He approaches the man, his best friend, and squats down beside him. Fenrir’s nose is slightly bloody, but the angle says it’s not broken.

“Do you think I’ll feel better when you’re unconscious and bleeding out, Fenrir?” His quiet words are only meant for one set of ears.

Fenrir’s eyes flutter open. “Wha?”

“I know. I already know.”

Shit. Fenrir summons his strength to push himself up. His face burns, recalling the imprint of Ray’s knuckles. “How?”

“Does it matter?”

Shit. Shit. “Guess not. I just… Ray…” Fenrir stares into those sea-green eyes, searching for some semblance of a sign to reassure him. He feels like a damn wounded puppy, even though he was the one who did the hurting. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Well, I can’t say I’m not upset.”

“Heh, I can tell.” Fenrir tries to stretch his jaw but finds it too stiff for now. “Ow. Ya got me good.”

“But Fenrir. I know when I’ve lost.” Ray’s stony poker face is on, and Fenrir knows how hard he must be straining to hold back the emotions clawing at him. “Go get her.”

Fenrir refuses to move. He sets a hand on Ray’s shoulder, still bloodied from touching his nose. “I’ll let it go. I can’t do this to you.” He hates seeing that false indifference in his friend’s eyes.

“I’ll get over it. Go. Be happy.” Ray grabs the hand and helps Fenrir to his feet. His words are as resolute as his mind. “Stop being stubborn.”

“Do you even know me?” Fenrir winces when he attempts a smirk.

“Too well.” Ray spins on his heel to turn back to the soldiers, who are utterly confused watching the exchange. He raises his voice back to its normal volume. “Alright men, back to training!”

The circle disperses without argument, without any of the men questioning what the heck just happened between their commanders. Fenrir looks towards the barracks, Ray’s quietly muttered words wedged firmly into his heart. The time it takes to inhale, then release a deep breath is all he needs. Then he’s off, running towards his dream.

This time, he’s the one coming to her. But… now what? Fenrir stands in front of her room looking like a bloody mess, trying to figure out just how the hell he’s supposed to be romantic or sweet or something. Every time he attempts to knock, his hand seems to falter, afraid of what change lies beyond.

The door swings open on its own.

“Whoa!” Surprise that someone is right outside her room has her taking a step back. Then, recognition and concern beckons her forward. “Fenrir! Oh god, are you okay? What happened? You’re bleeding so much, oh, come in, come in, I have a first aid kit…”

He has to admit, it’s so terribly adorable watching her fret.

She leads him to the bed, sitting him down upon the soft mattress. He realizes that this is the first time he’s been in her room, and everything is so her. It smells like her, a gentle scent of camellias and comfort. “Is it the pirates again? What’s going on? Nothing’s broken is it? Is everyone else okay?” She’s wet a cloth with some water, and she wipes it across his cheek. It’s stained with crimson every time she takes it away to wash.

“Everyone’s fine, no, it’s just me.”

After he’s all cleaned up, she inspects him so carefully he feels like a museum artifact. When she’s satisfied that he’s not in any immediate peril, she sits back and lets loose a sigh of relief. “You really scared me!”

“Sorry, sorry, my bad!” He offers an apologetic smile. “I just. I have to tell you somethin’.”

She’s rinsing the cloth out in a porcelain bowl of cold water. “And it couldn’t wait until you cleaned up?” She’s still muttering under her breath about safety and taking care of yourself and—

“No.”

His tone gives her pause. The cloth forgotten, she shifts to face him with question in her eyes.

Fenrir is squeezing his finger so hard it turns white. But at least it isn’t shaking. “Ray.” He can’t quite decipher the emotion that slips into her gaze. “Ray’s my best friend. He’s my partner. When no one else was there for me, he was. I… I never wanna hurt him.” He can see her suck in a breath.

“But I can’t get ya off of my mind.” He feels so shy, raking his fingers through his light hair. “I don’t even know when this happened. It just kinda did. And then it never went away. I only fell deeper.”

“Oh.” It’s a hushed gasp, of a realization she can’t put into words for fear of being wrong.

 “To answer your question. That kiss. It meant… everything.” He hadn’t known his heart could feel such a rush, such a burst of adrenaline, almost as if he’s hurtling down an enormous hill despite sitting perfectly still. Well, that isn’t true. He’s trembling. “And I haven’t stopped thinking about it either. But I don’t really want to.” He still recalls the heat of her hands, embracing him so closely to her heart. “I guess what I’m getting at is… Choose me.”

“Fenrir…” She mouths his name, and he wants to kiss it off her lips.

“I can’t promise I’ll be the perfect boyfriend. Actually, I can promise the opposite. I’ll slip up a few times for sure. But I’ll try my damn best to keep that gorgeous smile on you.” He offers her what he hopes is a grin. “So, what do ya say?”

Not a second is wasted before she answers him with the sweetest kiss he’s ever had. His eyes slide shut on their own. She’s silk upon his lips, the right amount of nervous and sensual as she deepens the connection, seeking more. It’s a kiss that feels like their first, one bursting with promise and youth.

“Is that a good enough answer?” She murmurs against him, not wanting to break the connection of heat, of affection.

“Hell yes.”

They’re both breathless, but they can’t stop the silly laughter that bubbles up as they stare at each other.

“So, I get to call you my girlfriend now?” He takes her hand in his, tracing the thin veins as if they would lead him to her heart. With his other, he brushes her bangs back, tucking a lock behind her ear.

“You can call me anything you want.” Her grin is pure mischief, and he’s so addicted.

“Oh, what am I going to do with you? You just keep makin’ me fall harder.” With a smile, he guides her back to his lips. This time, he’s not afraid that each kiss will be the last. Instead, they reinforce the promise he’s already made to himself in his mind: that he’ll do everything in his power to ensure she’s always safe, always happy. This is a choice he’ll never allow her to regret.

Finally, she is his.

And he was always hers.

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Perhaps it’s divine intervention, or just plain old luck, but Ray is called away for the next several days. Any potential awkwardness is, at least temporarily, avoided. The new couple is given some time to make their rounds, revealing to the delight of their friends that yes, they’re finally together. It’s not quite a surprise, at least not to Seth or Sirius, that Fenrir harbored such a crush on the little lady. And if they’re concerned about Ray, they’re nice enough not to mention it.

Tonight, the king is scheduled to return.

She insists on throwing a sort of welcome-back feast for him, especially since he’s coming back right at dinnertime. She’s been busy in the kitchen all afternoon, working in perfect tangent with Luka. Dish after dish is served upon the elongated table, steaming away, filling the room with all sorts of drool-worthy scents.

Fenrir’s stomach growls when he enters the dining hall and takes his first whiff. “This looks amazing!”

“Hands off, Fenrir. Not until Ray gets here.” Luka exits the kitchen, carrying an enormous roasted bird. It’s the last thing he sets onto the table before he slides into a seat, joining the few others already sitting.

“Aww, fine.”

“He should be back anytime now,” she says, skipping to Fenrir’s side. She takes his hand, giving him a casual squeeze. Don’t worry, her eyes seem to say. He wants to listen.

Right on time, the doors swing open. And there he is, cape swung over his shoulders, hands on his hips. “Hey! I’m back!” He takes a double look at the amount of food piled upon the table. “Whoa, what’s all this?”

“Your welcome back dinner.” Sirius greets his king with a friendly pat on the back. “And an excuse to eat too much.”

“You really didn’t have to go to this much trouble. I was only away for a few days.” Ray walks towards the table, looking so pleased that they planned this despite himself. “C’mon guys, let’s eat.”

The rabble of chatter and the scraping of chair legs swell as people sit, beginning to dig into the plates of delicious food. Fenrir plops down into a chair, right beside Luka. She takes the seat next to him, like they’ve done every night since. But instantly, Fenrir realizes he’s chosen the wrong spot. The pasta’s too far away. It’s not a meal without carbs!

“Hey Ray. Can you pass the--?” Fenrir jerks at the cream-sauce-covered pasta with his chin. He watches Ray contemplate, then reach for the bowl of green salad, with dozens of sliced ruby-red tomatoes right on top.

“Here you go.” There’s that teasing smirk.

Fenrir rolls his eyes. “C’mon buddy.”

“Hey, you lost the fight. Normally, that means you eat tomatoes.”

Fenrir is about to argue back when his gaze locks onto Ray’s. Something unspoken passes through them, spanning only the space of a breath, but it’s enough. The silence that sits is a tenuous string that snaps when Fenrir grabs the salad.

“Alright, fine.” He dumps some of the greenery onto his plate. “Tonight, I’ll eat ‘em.”

“Wait, whaaaat? Really?” Seth’s managed to capture everyone else’s thoughts at this moment.

Much to their tablemate’s amazement, Fenrir actually slips a tomato slice into his mouth. He wrinkles his nose and grimaces, hating the flavor. He chokes it down anyway. Beneath the table, he feels her cover his hand with her own, delicate as she squeezes to say she’s thinking about him, supporting him. The now-familiar warmth is just what he needs. He answers back with his thumb, stroking the inside of her palm.

“It’s a perfect punishment.” Ray watches Fenrir inhale a second slice. “Very entertaining.”

“Next time, I’m gonna win.” Fenrir waves his fork at Ray like a warning sign, already dreaming of the pasta that’ll wash any taste of tomato away. As he’s not looking, she takes this opportunity to sneak two red slices off his plate, replacing them with some chicken of her own.

“Oh yeah?” Ray laughs. He raises his glass to drink, but thinks better of it. He holds it out towards Fenrir, who responds in kind. They clink together in a crisp cheers. Just the two of them. Ray takes a deep swig, letting the sentiment color his cheeks and his heart. “Want to go again after dinner?”

Fenrir’s grin comes easily. “Oh, you’re on!”

A VERY, VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the sweetest lady @fenrirgodspeed, who is the inspiration and driving force behind this piece. I wanted to write something for your boy (of course), but wanted to try something a little different. I really hope you enjoyed ;-; I so admire the works you create, and hope I got even a smidge closer to the incredible standards you set for angst with each new piece. I wish you all good things this year and every year following. I always have such a damn fantastic time chatting and squealing with you. I’m so grateful that you’re my friend! ♡♡

HUGE shout-out to @kashimalin for helping me out with this story, and sitting through my endless rambles as I wrote it. This story wouldn’t be where it is now without your keen eyes and wonderful, fantastic mind. 

Also tagging some lovelies: @pseudofaux, @jaciinclays, @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons ♡

Please feel free let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future fics~

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Let’s Talk About Sex II

Chapter 1 Intermission Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit.

A/N:  First off, I wanna say thank you soooo muchhhh to all the fantastic comments you all left on part one. I’m so glad yall were able to relate and enjoy what I thought was a really weird and unusual “fear” I had. I’m absolutely horrible with responding to comments on my stories because I’m such an anxious and awkward human but I read and honestly appreciate all the funny sweet ass comments n feedback yall leave me n I’ll start working on that some more because I don’t show how much I really appreciate and love you all enough.

Also.... if you wanna know what happened back in the car in part one... here’s a lil sum sum. I’m not saying thats what happened, but I’m saying it was close...(ish)...

[Link is NSFW turn down that brightness n volume peeps]

Warnings: (This one I’ll put here cuz I feel it’s important) There’s a little bit of breathing/breath issues that happen at the end (non life-threatening), and if this is something that makes you anxious/ feel like you can’t breathe I want you to know upfront. It was written in the vein of comedy and it doesn’t go too into detail, but I don’t want you being surprised and having a panic or anxiety attack yourself if this affects you.

Rest of the warnings are at the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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You sit there looking dumbfounded, lips still smushed together from the vice-like grip he had around your mouth. It was actually the sexiest thing to you when he snatched you up like this, and your eyes flicked down to his forearm to sneak a peek at his constricted muscles. The small raised bumps decorating his skin had you wanting to lick your lips and run your fingers up and down that strong ass ribbed arm of hi- fuck.

The game hadn’t even started and already he had you feeling some typa way from just a firm grasp on your jaw.

Okay, focus Y/N.

You really didn’t want to lose this stupid bet again. I mean, this nigga was so petty, he was actually keeping score on his damn phone.  You wanted to try and one-up him at least one last time, but his foul ass mouth and the hungry stare he was giving you had you wanting to say ‘fuck it’ and rip both your clothes off right now.

Your tongue rolls around in your mouth as you take a few seconds to think (and breathe), ultimately deciding that the only way you’d be able to end this would be by  changing your approach. You were going to have to make Erik moan before you did.

Pulling your face from his hand, you lean back in his lap, opening up your body to bait him.  He eyes you cautiously, and you sigh, boredly, making a gesture with your hands as if to say, ‘well, get on with it’.

He smacks his lips before placing them at the top of your sternum, mumbling against your skin.

“Girl, don’t act like you don’t want this tongue. Ol’ dramatic ass…”

To further accentuate his point, he flicks his tongue a few times before pressing it to you and sliding it down the middle of your chest, pressing a wet kiss into you once he reaches the valley of your breasts. His hands push under your tank top up from the back, palming your smooth, chocolate brown skin, and he digs his fingernails right into your sides as he grips your love handles.

“Mmmm, God I love your body so much, Y/N,” he tells you, and you whimper, both at the deep rumble that comes from his chest and the little stutter your heart makes when he says it.

Not a single time in your life had anyone ever told you that before, but not a single part of you doubted the truth behind his confession. He really was the one for you.

He dips his head lower to give soft bites to your clothed tummy before hiking up the thin material to reveal the cute black and white diamond jaguar belly button stud he’d bought for you on his birthday.

“This all mines, baby? This right here?” he asks you, giving soft pecks to your middle, fingers digging deeper into you as his eyes flick up to yours. You’d been so distracted by the view you had of Erik’s plump lips loving all over you, you completely forgot all about your plan.  As you look down into the brown pools he had for eyes, you swear you could see a hint of malice lurking somewhere behind them.

With every grope, squeeze, and rough breath he took, the sensitivity between your thighs continued to grow.  It was a double edged sword at this point, but you felt your breaths start to become short and clipped, so you roll your hips and grind hard against his lap with all of your weight.

You hear his groan catch in his throat as he almost slips up, and he slaps your ass with a heavy hand in retaliation, the sound bouncing off the walls around you. Your grip on his shoulders tightens at the sharp pain, and you try again, this time reaching down to grind your palm into his crotch, finally feeling how rock solid he is.

He pulls his mouth from you right as you make contact, and for a second, you think you finally best him at his own game when he twists his body and shifts your positions, slamming your back onto the sofa. You land softly but hear the air whoosh out of the cushions around you, and your heart rate speeds up, loving how aggressive he’s finally being with your body. You look down to see him get eye to eye with your navel, body wedged between your thick thighs.

“…so you really was just tryna play me, huh…” he mutters, face pressed back against your tummy. He starts scratching his head up and down against your soft skin, tongue leaving wet trails as he nuzzles into you, and your mind swirls so much from the sensation it doesn’t even register that he’s asked you a question.

Right as you begin to undulate your hips, he drags his face up your body and pushes your shirt all the way up, stopping to give a sharp bite to the inside of your breast.

“Answer me,” he growls, and pulls at your skin, letting his teeth scrape against your flesh as it releases from his mouth. Your back arches into him, fingers digging into his braids trying to both pull him away from you and push him closer, and he takes your nipple in between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue.

You’re sputtering at this point, not even sure what it is you’re trying to say, just knowing  you’d say whatever you needed to get some relief from his mouth.

“Shit… yesyesyes..” you hiss, hoping its was he wants to hear.

“Yeah? You was tryna play me little girl? Is that watchu saying?” He slurps the other nipple into his mouth as he wraps one of your thighs around him, smacking the side of it. Shit. Wrong answer.

You try to take deep breaths to calm yourself down, but he grinds himself into you roughly, and your mind goes blank again.

You have no idea how long its been since he started, but you were sure it had to have been longer than 45 seconds by now. The more he mercilessly rubbed himself against you, the closer you got to letting out some ungodly sound you weren’t even aware you could make.

It was obvious at this point that this freaky bastard was trying to get back at you for ruining his pants the other week, but you had no idea that Erik wanted to do more than just ruin yours; he wanted you to ruin the couch, too.

Erik’s heavy breathing is deep in your ear as he circles his hips, grinding into you at a delicious angle, and you grab on to his shoulders for leverage as you try and ride out the wave of pleasure that runs through you. When you catch a reasonable amount of breath, you reach down to try and push at his pelvis, hoping he’ll let you have a break.

He laughs, grabbing your throat and turning your head to face him.

“Nah, we not stopping till you give me all my moans. I want to hear every single one of them.”

You bite down on your lip hard, burying your face into his shoulder as you try one last time not to break. Erik stops grinding and reaches down between your spread legs, smoothing his hand against your crotch before reeling back and giving you a sharp pop.  Your hips jump up in response and the first sound leaves your lips: a weak cry that falls short of its potential.

Erik’s fingers rub firmly against you through the spandex material, smoothing out the slight stinging the slap left behind.

“Nuh -uh, you gon have to do better than that baby. Where my moan at, huh?” He talks into your neck, sucking into your skin.

He spreads your legs wider, sliding down your body until he’s eye to eye with your rapidly soaking center. He rests his head on your thigh against the couch while he slides the other one to hang off the side.

Taking one finger, he lazily runs the tip up your slit, circling your clit lightly before dragging it back down to his starting point.

He repeats this for about 2 minutes, teasing you with just the right amount of pressure to keep you at a standstill in your orgasm.  Letting out a whimper, you try and plead with him.

“Baby… please,” you whisper, fingers digging into his wrist to try and pull him closer, “f- feels… so good… harder…”

“Then stop playin games and give me what I want.” He grunts, pressing kisses into the underside of your leg.

You moan louder this time, nodding your head as you push your hips up to rub against him. He finally starts caressing you with all four fingers again, and you can feel the heat from your center start to radiate out. He feels it too, and he curses, leaning down to press a firm kiss there.

“Fuck baby, I can taste you through the fabric .Thats how wet you are. Take this shit off.” He growls, nipping at the skin inside your thigh.

You do as he says, reaching down to shimmy out of the tight shorts. As soon as they’re off, he flips your legs up, pushing your knees as he slides in place ready for his meal, and he gives a deep groan as soon as he see’s the thong you’ve got on.

Rubbing his nose up and down your slit, he hums into you, sticking his tongue out to poke and lap at the wet material still blocking his access.

“You lucky you got on Daddy’s favorite panties right now otherwise this shit would be in pieces.” (You’d found them one day while shopping online for a rave, and as soon as Erik saw them he begged you to get them. He was so glad to finally see them being put to good use.)

“I’ve been waiting to taste this pussy for so long baby. Can Daddy taste you, princess?”

You huff out a whine as your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you throw your head back, trying to get yourself together.

Erik was about to make it past the panty barrier, something he’d never done before, and you needed a second to prepare yourself mentally for what was about to happen.

To say you were excited would be the understatement of the century, but even so, just a touch of nervousness still came with it.

By the fourth month of dating, you’d grown used to Erik shoving his hand down your pants any chance he got, always eager to rub you to orgasm, public or private spaces be damned. But those magic fingers of his working your clit was something you never got used to, and they always had you clutching the nearest shoulder, table, or seat edge for dear life as you’d flood your underwear with your juices.

If he could do all that with just his fingers, the thought of what that mouth could do  once combined had you already trying to close your legs and shield you from him.

He was having absolutely none of it, shoving your knees back up to your chest before wrapping one of your arms around them, making you hold them back.

“Nah, Daddy’s through with being nice. Move again and I’mma have seven course meal, keep playing wit me.”

Your clit twitches at his statement and you clutch your legs together and hold them, determined now to stop messing with this demon of a man. It was all fun and games until you remembered you had places to be the next day, and that the ability to walk would be appreciated.

“Pull em to the side.” He commands, and his eyes are laser focused now on your pussy. You do it, hooking your fingers around the crotch before pulling them off to the left, revealing your pretty pink bud and flower. Erik makes the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard come out of him, and it prompts you to pull at the hood of your clit, revealing even further its erect posture.

He wastes no time accepting the invitation and dives right in, sucking your clit into his mouth while his tongue dances all around it. Whatever inhibitions you had that were keeping you meek and quiet a few minutes ago all flew directly out the window, and you bucked your hips wildly as your moans spilled unfiltered from your lips. You sounded like an underpaid pornstar the way you gasped in between wails, but if Erik didn’t seem to mind, then you wouldn’t give a fuck.

You had more important things on your plate right now, like trying to figure out how you were going to get Erik off of yours.  He was devouring you like a starved animal, and you highly doubted that he’d be done with you after just one orgasm.

With all the attention on your clit, your first one came roaring in minutes, and you lifted up from the couch as all your muscles clench, cumming hard.  

After cleaning up his mess, he decides to move further south for a second helping, attacking you with his tongue.  With both hands spreading your cheeks wide, he covers your pussy with his entire mouth, his wide tongue reaching as far as it can into you as he sucks at your clit again.

You’re chanting encouraging praises now, your free hand pushing him into you as you try and ride against his face with your hips.  As your second orgasm comes you feel your insides push out, and Erik removes his tongue just in time to see your wetness gush out of you, and he laps it all up, not giving you any time to recover.

Your legs are twitching now from the overstimulation, but you’re still ready for him, eager for him to continue.

Introducing a finger, he gently pokes and prods at your entrance before slowly sliding it in, licking up any nectar that leaks out of you.

You already had the conversation (during one horny, smoke-filled night) about how you never were one for fingering yourself, and always preferred clitoral stimulation instead (which is why Erik’s fingers all but stayed glued there). You always felt like you were never able to get the right angle for it to work, even when you used the vibrating dildo you’d specifically bought for g-spot stimulation.

So when he started to finger fuck you, at the most you expected a feel good feeling, with occasional spikes of pleasure.

What you got was a ripple of sensation, and once his expert finger immediately found your g-spot, you felt yourself squeeze tightly, and he inserted another one, giving you a few slow pumps to loosen you back up. You felt fuller than you’d ever felt, desperate to hold on to every moment of his fingers moving in and out of you. Every single stroke felt better than the last, and there wasn’t a single part of it you weren’t enjoying.

With your free hand you weakly tried to push him in further, your own thumb playing with your clit as you watched his fingers disappear again and again inside of you.

You had been stifling your breath and holding it in for a little too long, and short gasps of breath were all you could take since regular breathing was now out the window.

You felt something start to turn at the back of your pussy, and your back arches up from the couch as it starts to come. Your body begins to shake, and you want to warn him, prepare him of the absolute mess that you’re about to make, but your unable to do anything other than screw your eyes shut and clutch the cushions.

Erik uses this opportunity to move to the side of you, pushing down on your lower abdomen with one hand as he continues to pummel into you with the other one.  You can feel everything in this position, and somehow your body seizes up even tighter, your muscles starting to ache from their hold.

You open your eyes just in time to see Erik spit a long string of saliva that lands right on your clit, and the evil smirk you see when you look up at Erik makes you come unraveled.

Your hips lift up as your core starts to jerk, spurts of liquid streaming out of you and landing all over Erik and the couch, getting everywhere. You feel your face contort and scrunch into what you can only imagine is the ugliest fucking face, and you don’t even realize your screaming until you stop to take a breath, feeling the soreness collect in the back of your throat.

He keeps pumping you, milking you for everything you have, and it takes you clawing at his forearm and accidentally scratching him for him to stop.

You collapse onto your back as he sucks in a breath, moaning at the stinging pain from the scratch before finally pulling his fingers out of you, slurping them into his mouth and catching the drips down his wrist.

You struggle to will yourself back to some form consciousness as you lay there, spent, silently thanking god because you were about three pumps away from having an actual asthma attack.

It was absolutely fucking ridiculous that you were really about to go into respiratory shock over getting fingered, and a small part of you was beginning to wonder if this whole sex thing was gonna work for your lungs.

Had common sense not flown the cuckoos nest that was your brain, you probably would have had the sense to tap out from this session a couple minutes ago to catch your breath.

Unfortunately, the Dumb Bitch Disease you’d contracted at the tender age of 12 decided to make a fierce comeback, and it had you unknowingly ready to die right here on Erik’s couch for a nut.

The coroner might have been able to call you a stupid ass bitch once they received your dead body, but dammit they couldn’t call you a weak one.

Erik finishes cleaning his fingers as you try to revive yourself, and he pulls off his soaked shirt, tossing it over the back of the couch.

Seeing the wet stains still painted around his mouth and the way his pecks jump as he moves makes your breaths go shallow, and you feel yourself start to hyperventilate again.

When he pulls down his pants, his thick, veiny member emerges with a bounce, and its like you can feel the weight of it, even across the couch in your half dead position.  

Your mouth drops open as it starts to water, and you simultaneously start to take in hiccups of breath, your lungs still struggling to breath normally. At the exact wrong time you decide to swallow, and now you’re coughing, chest heaving from the quick jerks you couldn’t control as you sit there and choke on your own spit. This night was quickly turning out to be one of the most mortifying you’d ever had.

Erik stops and peers down at you, the most confused and wild look painting his face.

“….Uhh …baby… you OK?”

You want to wave him off to keep him from worrying, but you’re too busy patting your chest as you finally stop coughing. You try your voice and open your mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a ragged breath that drags out of your lungs, and you sound like a middle aged chain smoker.

“Oh my god… girl are you bout to have a damn asthma attack?!”

“No I’m *gasp* fine I’m just *wheeze* trying to *choke* catch my breath.”

“Really baby. Why you breathin so heavy then.”

“Cuz I’m fucking *wheeze* fat nigga now *struggle* leave me alone.”

He pulls back up his pants and gets off the couch entirely, pacing at the foot of it while you try (and fail) to gather your breath. He would rub at your chest to help soothe you, but he figured he’d already done enough damage so far. He watches you cautiously as he pulls out his phone, fingers moving over the dial pad ready to press send on ‘911’.

“Your lungs sound like a damn bagpipe babe, I’m calling the paramedics.”

“Erik *wheeze*, I swear to god if you call somebody…” You couldn’t think of anything worse right now than having to explain yourself to a room full of officers and EMT’s that the reason they were summoned at 7:00 on a Friday night was because you got too hot and bothered and forgot how to perform the simple task of respiration. The thought alone got you to finally focus, concentrating on the rhythm of your breaths as they grew slower.

“You can’t even breathe right now baby! What I’m gon do, just sit here and watch you suffocate?!”

“Ain’t nobody suffocating, omg.” You were finally able to form full sentences.  “Look, just go in the bathroom and get my inhaler.” See? All you needed was a minute.

“You had that here the WHOLE TIME and you ain’t say nothin!?”

“Erik please…”

After a lingering look, he stalks off into the direction of the bathroom, releasing a frustrated groan at how not serious you were taking this.

“I can’t fucking believe my fucking girlfriend really out here ready to die for the dick and all I did was pull my pants down.”

“Hush boy and bring back a washcloth!” You yell after him, already knowing you’re gonna be paying for that when he gets back.

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Warnings: Fluff, SMUT, Humor,

Here’s to all my asthmatic bitches out there 🥂for not only shall we live by the dick, we shall die by the dick😂😂

[lehoodbotanistrx]

Stormi #Part 5

Stormi what type of shit you on right now? But ight where my money?Chuckles

Nah nah nah you gotta guess the smell first and you gotta get it exact..”

Ight bet..

I watched him pick up my pillow with the most confused face then smell it.. so I started taking off my clothes; I knew he would guess the scent and I also knew what that meant..

“i’m bout to fuck the shit out you stormi, no disrespect”

whats the Smell zeek?

“Sweet Pussy and Money!”

That was it! That was all I needed to hear. I got on top of him and stuck my hand in the pillow case and pulled out a stack of hundreds and proceeded to shove the money in his pocket and my pussy in his mouth. I know, it was some reverse trickin ass shit to do but shit what Tip said? Aint trickin if you got it right? And whats 10k when now I owned that nigga soul?

Oh Zeek, its all love tho.yea.. its all love. Just when i thought shit was going smooth as shit.. well you the universe gotta funny way of fucking wi you when you about to get comfortable..

*Cell Phone Vibrates*

“who the fuck could be hittin my phone rn?”

Check your shit Stormi, could be Juice or B

And Low and behold it was B and i dont even know but i knew she was going to hit me with something that was going to throw me for a loop.. so is said so is done; I answered the phone aggi and before i could finish saying whats up B her Giddy ass cut me off. BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCHHHHHHHHHHH did you fuck Zeek Yet?!

“well i was fuckin getting there-- -ABORT MISSION!!

Me and Juice was in the hood and you never going to believe who we ran into ..

“Sis get to the point,i was about to indulge in some finee ass cara-”

RAH HOME!

It felt like everything that i thought was making sense in that instance stopped making sense; the same candles that danced in excited to let someone else in now roared with a burning desire to run back to what i knew; to security.. what the fuck is going on?

“Zeek, i gotta go, you can chill till B and Juice get back.. but i gotta dip”

whatchu mean you gotta go stormi what type shit you on?

“Its complicated but i gotta dip, ill talk to you later on but i gotta handle something important”

You Good? you need me to come with you? “Nah Im good Zeek thanks tho pa.. im sorry about tonight”

It’s all good shorty, imma roll too tho.. “You know you can stay tho??”

I know stormi but imma dip tell Juice to link me when he done with the moves

“gotchu’

I knew Zeek was Upset but i had been waiting for that call for years; And as fine and loyal and he was nobody would ever be able to take Rah’s place.. So as long as he was around Stormi had another person to be loyal too.Foolish, yes.. but it is what it is. So i showered, put on the cutest, easily to slip off outfit i could find and jumped in a Lyft straight to Crown Heights. If Rah was back I knew exactly where he would be at least for a while.

As The taxi pulled around the corner without even seeing him i knew he was there.. See me and him always had this connection and shit but when he got locked this last time that connection got a little shakey. He was no longer the breadwinner, I was. I am. I could tell me being out in the streets was taking a toll on him but on some G shit we both products of our enviorment.. he dont like to admit but aint no saving Me. I am these streets & i move like it.

Shit, i dont know what im doing here. what if he with that bitch?? I got to much going for me right now to get caught up with some petty shit. But before i could even try and turn around.. their he was.. Still fuckin fine as shit, his deep chocolate skin even in the dark glowing. damn..

“Stormi??”

#StayTuned for part 6 😋 #shortshorty #flashfiction #urbanstories #like #comment #share #followformore #itsfinnagetnasty

[solarianradiance]

Jellyatinous Rose

Calliope: Welcome lovelies, to oUr little get together for an adventure throUgh the Use of a Role-Playing Game system called DUngeons & Dragons! Tonight we have a new player joining in oUr dUngeon delving, oUr lovely friend, Roxy.

Roxy: hey erebody, its ur gurl roxy!

Dave: hey rox

Rose: Welcome to the game Roxy, nice to see you came tonight~

Kanaya: Pleasure To Have You Dear Roxy!

Jade: nice to see you again!

John: glad you could make it tonight!

Roxy: tnx 4 the warm welcum gaiz, makes me feel good bout this venture here

Roxy: so, when do we start playin?

Calliope: Shortlym bUtt first, we shall introdUce oUr varioUs party members for the road ahead, so that we may give oUr newest addition a chance to Understand her new chUms? Jade, why dont we start with yoU?

Jade: ok!

Jade: im a level 5 chaotic good gnoll ranger called groche’a, and i was ousted from my tribe for not wanting to plunder tombs for bones because i was scared of waking the dead and having them get revenge on us... which they did! im the only survivor!

Roxy: wats a goll? Roxy: *gnoll

Jade: a gnoll is a dog person

Jade: like this!

Roxy: oh so ur a hyna furry basically then?

Jade: well no, im more like a malamute husky, i actually based my character off of bec and what jake told me about my scratched other self

Roxy: yeah, ur gilf self was pretty smokin for an old lady, so i can c y u chose her

Jade: ...what?

Calliope: Lets keep this train of introdUctions going, Dave YoU’re Up love!

Dave: im dave, and im a barbarian. im a level 4 chaotic good guy i guess, gettin my rage on with my magic shit talking sword and doin all kinds of awesome shit!

Roxy: u men like connan the barbarian?

Dave: no, not liek conan Dave: *like Dave: fuck

Roxy: wats ur backstory?

Dave: im a kickass barbarian, i showed up one day and started kicking ass, what more backstory do you need?

Roxy: that sunds lame

Dave: youre lame

Calliope: Moving on, John, how aboUt we introdUce yoUr character?

John: im Salamon of the Hearthlands, a level 4 neutral good halfling jester!

Roxy: wats a halflin?

John: they’re pretty much just hobbits but a bit more... “earthly” i think would be a good word to describe them? they’re sort more vice than virtue and do things like eat a lot of food, take whats not theirs and breed like rabbits.

Roxy: le gasp, ur a bunny boy! that sounds adorable!

John: heh, no, im not a bunny, but i guess i am bunny-like in that sense

Jade: you know, that would actually be a good fursona for you

John: eh, nah, its not really my thing, besides im more like a tiger

Jade: hahahaha! no you’re not!

John: in fact i think would be more like tigra from thundercats

Jade: i said no. you’re fucking. not.

John: uuuuh!!!

Roxy: calli!

Calliope: Yes Roxy, what is it?

Roxy: can u make jon into a bunny boy?

Calliope: I... can, bUt I need a good reason like a magical invocation or something like that, I cannot simply do as I wish with the players whenever I wish.

Calliope: Besides, the game has not started. Rose, why dont yoU go next?

Rose: 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒶 𝒩𝑒𝓊𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐸𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝒩𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇, 𝒞𝓎𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒢𝓊𝓁’𝒢𝒶𝓃. 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝓁𝓉𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝐼 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒩𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓁𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝐸𝓁𝒻 𝒞𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓏𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒶𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓌𝒹𝑜𝓂~ 

Roxy: ur kinda given me the willies theres rosie

Rose: Hah! Thank you! I try to accentuate the nature of the Dark Elves as much as possible~ I am a Level 5 Necromancer by the way, just so we are clear.

Calliope: That was a nice sUrprise, always good to see dear ole Rose to give Us a performance and bring a little life throUgh characterization. Now, for oUr last member, Kanaya!

Kanaya: Salutations, I Am Mildred Of Baldurs Gate! A Neutral Good Human Cleric Of Lathander. I Am Level Three And I Am Looking Forward To Keeping You Out Of Trouble, As I Am The Primary Healer Of The Group. Though I Can Take A Swing With My Shredder Axe If I Wish, I Can Be More Than Helpful In Most Situations! 

Roxy: i dunno boit that but i think ill be hpy 2 have u round when the magical shit hits the fan! Roxy: *about

Calliope: Well, now that we have oUr standing party’s introdUctions oUt of the way, how aboUt we have Roxy introdUce Us to oUr newest member?!

Roxy: what bout u calli, whats ur character?

Calliope: I am the DUngeon Master, I recant the tale to the party based on the actions and decisions they make. Technically, I am all of the characters that are not part of the party! BUt I do have a rather sUltry lass that i have been meaning to play for a while. When my tenUre as DUngeon Master is Up, I shall pass the responsibility of rUnning the game onto others and break her oUt!

Roxy: rly? what is she? tell me!

Calliope: She isn’t finalized, but shes a YUan-Ti Magician, specifically an assistant. Haven’t qUite figUred oUt if shes a fUll-blood or a half-blood.

Roxy: a yankee?

Calliope: A YUan-Ti is more or less a snake person, mUch like myself I sUppose. I’ll admit shes a bit of a self-insert, bUt I made her for immersion for flarping. John helped me in crafting her!

Roxy: oh... he did now, did he?

John: yeah! it was actually pretty fun! learning about the lore of the snake people was kinda neat!

Calliope: Indeed! And in retUrn, helped John create another character to pair alongside with her! He is also a Magician, and she acts as his assistant!

Roxy: assistant huh? does that mean you can make his magic wand

Roxy: disappear?!~♥

John: whoa! roxy!

Calliope: Making a Magicians Magic Wand disappear is childs play.

John: uh calli, thats not what she mea-

Calliope: BUt making his wand spit magical glowing seed, now thats the magic~

Calliope: Mwah!~♥

Dave: whoa-ho, damn!

Rose: Ooo, how racey~

Kanaya: I Must Admit, That Got Quite Raunchy Awfully Quickly!

Jade: you can do that?!

John: ok! moving on! time for your introduction rox, before this turns into a smut campaign.

Roxy: how do u know that it wont turn into 1 when i do get my intro on? ;)

John: rox!

Roxy: relax! im jus teasin y Roxy: *u

Roxy: ok, my character is xerox gundalf the pink! shes a level 1 chotic good gun wizard!

John: gun wizard?! that actually sounds cool!

Jade: that actually sound cool, maybe ill roll one next campaign!

Dave: gotta admit, that does sound pretty bitchin rp as

Rose: Um, Roxy, as creative as that is, “Gun Wizard” isnt a valid class within the ruleset of DnD.

Roxy: wat? naaah, its fine! got xeroxs character shit filled out and everything! even drew her!

Roxy: c? kickass sex witch! put a spell on u make u her enchanted slav! put a magic bullet in ur butt and set her enemies on fire! abraka-sexbang!!

Rose: But we already have a Wizardess! Why don’t you be another class, a legal one such as a Rogue or a Thief?

Roxy: those dont sound legal 2 me sister, sides im a rogue in real life! i dont wanna play a rogue i wanna b a badass gun wizard! calli help me out here

Calliope: Mmmmm, well, while technically “GUn Wizards” are not what they are called, “GUn Mages” are in fact an actUal class! So I sUppose thats no significant issUe

Roxy: gasp YAYS!

Rose: Wait, “Gun Mage” is an actual class?

Calliope: Why yes, it is! QUite the interesting one too, might even roll a character to play as one myself at some point!

Rose: Well, anyways, as I said, we already have a Wizardess, which is myself. So how about you roll Up a Rogue? John can moonlight as one, but he isnt able to specialize as one. Here, lemme just get you started and roll you a character right now!

Roxy: uh, no, imma play a wizard!

Rose: We’ll make her Neutral Good, for maximum opportunity while still being approachable. Some good Dexterity for all of that lockpicking you’ll be doing.

Roxy: rose, water u doin?

Rose: Dump all the skill points into stealth, traps, and lockpicking!

Roxy: ross! Roxy:*rose

John: you know i could just spec into those skills myself, i was planning on doing it anyways!

Rose: We can make her pink, with some blue trimmings~

Roxy: stahp!

*Roxy latches onto Rose’s pen hand, preventing her from drawing further. The two devolve into a bit of a struggle*

Rose: Stop... getting... in the... way, Roxy!

Jade: you do know you can multi-class in this game, right? as in you both can have both.

Roxy: well i don.. wann play... fuckin rogue, i wan be... a wizard of bullets!

Rose: We need a Rogue to-*is bitten*-FUCK! ROXY!

Kanaya: What Is Happening?

*Roxy and Rose devolve to a mother/daughter/sister squabble between petty bitches who both want the same thing, but are unwilling to share, complete with hair pulling, bites, scratches, clothes ripping and an assortment of name calling.*

*Its a good ole fashioned cat fight yy’all!*

Jade: shouldnt someone stop this? like kanaya, isnt this your thing?

Kanaya: ...I... Want To, But I Think I Am Enjoying The Sight Of This Conflict? Should I Do So Anyways?

Dave: with them? nah man itll sort itself out eventually. just let em get tuckered out.

John: ... roll for initiative?

Calliope: Haa! Hahahaha!

[harry-saopaolo]

Red Ribbon

Harry surprises Y/N by telling her how he feels but Y/N has a surprise of her own.

“My mum said if someone is sad just give ‘em a cupcake and all will be better”

That day was Harry’s first day in school and he was alone. It’s not that he didn’t want to have friends but he just didn’t know how make friends. Every third grader was at the playground having someone to chat with, play tag with while he sat on the swing having no one to push him.

But that’s when she came. The first thing he saw was her red ribbon shoes. It had a cute little bow on it. Then he saw the yellow dress, suddenly his day was a little brighter and things weren’t as dull as before he saw her. He looked higher to look at the owner of the shoes and there she was, hair adorned with yet another red ribbon. She smiled sweetly and handed him what seemed to be a Vanilla cupcake. Her mom sure was right, cause whether it was because of the cupcake or her, his day surely was better.

That was also the day he was sure he wanted to be friends with her forever.

“Wait, so you tell me, you’d rather finish a jar of mayo every month for the rest of your life than drink soda from your shoe once? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

They were taking a study break cause their heads were already hurting from trying to understand trigonometry so Y/N proposed a little game of ‘Would you rather...’ and she was getting frustrated by his answers by the minute.

“You’ve seen my running shoes, love. It ain’t pretty” He says before popping a handful of Skittles into his mouth.

“Oi, you’re eating all m’orange ones you knob!”

“Why don’t you get ‘em from me?” He mocks as he opens mouth.

“Eww, so I’d get slutty germs from when you kissed Jen last night? No thanks. I’d love to be as HIV free as much as possible, If you mind” 

“Love, you’re just saying that cause you hate her guts”

True.

She hates Jen with every fiber of her being. Ever since high school came around, she suddenly became interested in Harry. She would do things to get on Y/N’s nerves like act sick in front of Harry so he could take her to the infirmary, leaving Y/N all alone and act so sweet and innocent when he’s around. Jen would even give Y/N backhanded compliments like ‘’Ooh I love how old your skirt looks!” or “When other people wear too much makeup, it doesn’t look right but you pull it off just right!”. Her blood boils just by thinking about her.

“Don’t get all worked up now, love. Broke it off with her last night. Nothin’ to get your panties in a twist.” She can’t help but be surprised. Sure she hated her guts but if she made her best friend then she’d just keep her feelings at bay.

“What?! And you didn’t think it was worth telling me?”

“I’m telling you now aren’t I!”

“You know what I mean!” She had to stop to calm herself. “ Why? What did that bitch do? Tell me bub” He loved her pet name for him. It was the right amount of playful and sweet. She lets it slip every once in a while, knowing how much Harry loves and finds comfort in it.

“Nothin! jus’ wouldn’t stop yappin’ her mouth. Would’ve been better if she used it for something else better than talking, right love?” 

“Alright, I’m out that’s fucking gross” 

“Yeah yeah, act all concerned and whatnot but deep inside you’re happy I finally got rid of her” He always saw right through her.

“No, I’m not” Although saying that, She can’t help but smile.

That’s when he knew he’d do anything to make her smile.

“ Can’t believe I gave myself to him only to find out what a fuckin’ dickhead he is”

Harry came as soon as he heard her voicemail which was basically Y/N sniffling and mumbling incoherent words. He was lucky enough to make out the words “Come ‘ere. I need you, bub.” with that he bolted out of his apartment to hers. Now they were cuddled up on her bed, sharing a bowl of ice cream. A variety of things were laid on her bed, there were torn up pictures of her now ex-boyfriend, balled-up tissues and the necklace that was given to her by Brad. To her defense, she did try to break it but after the red marks it left on her palm and it still being unscathed, she gave up and just tossed it on the bed. Friends was softly playing in the background, the episode where Chandler lost the gold bracelet Joey got him was now forgotten.

“He wasn’t even good! Fucking sloppy as ever. Brad. What kind of name is that anyway? Straight out of a fuckin’ porno” 

Harry didn’t say anything. Letting her vent out all of her anger and pain, Knowing she always loved to hear his words of advice after letting everything out first.

“You know what? This is what I get for rushing into this! Don’t even know if I love him but I couldn’t even keep my legs closed. Maybe I was the bad one eh? That’s why he ran off to the blondie from Chem! Yeah, that is definitely it” By now her tears has dried up on her cheeks and there weren’t any new ones threatening to fall. She was past getting mad, she’s just sad.”Things always end up like this you know? M’never good enough, bub.”

“That’s bull Y/N, and you know it. They don’t know the fuck they lost, givin’ up a gem like you. M’not saying this just because I’m your best friend but never have I met anyone as perfect as you, you know?” She couldn’t help but let a few tears escape “ One day, you’re gonna meet ‘em and he’s gonna be great, just like what you deserve and you’ll forget about someone as petty as Brad. Never doubt yourself, love. Who else is gonna cheer me up and keep me at my toes if you keep on bringing yourself down?”

She hugs him tighter, finding serenity between his arms. She can’t help but place a quick kiss on his cheek. “ You’ll always be my guy, right bub?”

For some reason, his heart skipped a beat.

“You know it, love”

That’s the day he realized he never wanted to see her crying again.

“We’re gonna rule the world, You and I.”

“Yeah is that right? How so?” They went out for a picnic in the nearby park. Harry was going over his manuscripts as Y/N’s head rested on his thighs while she was trying to understand the medical terms that are starting to look gibberish.

“We might be pullin’ our hairs out now but soon you’re gonna be the best and most handsome author of our generation, selling millions of copies and all that. Whereas I will be the most daring surgeon of our time! I’ll be able to save lives and check out cute interns too” She says as if she made the greatest discovery of their lives.

“You do know Grey’s Anatomy is just a show right? like you don’t actually always have sex with other doctors and have screaming matches in halls”

“Bugger off, will you? But I’m serious though. We haven’t done much but I’m already proud of us, proud of you. My little writer. Be sure to dedicate a book or two to me will you?” 

“I’d dedicate all of ‘em to you if you like, that’s the least I could do for my great little surgeon.” She can’t help but laugh at his offer before it was replaced with a serious expression.

“You know I love you right? Harry, you may as well be the person I want to be the most proud of me”

“And I you”

That’s the moment he realized he loves her.

--Present--

He wanted to tell her he loved her. She was the light of his life in his moments of darkness. How can someone feel so right, feel as perfect as a puzzle piece, be in the arms of a man that is not him?

Then he’s stuck. Harry’s currently working on his third novel and for the nth time, he’s been spewing out great ideas but can’t seem to fit them together. Now 28, he can’t help but feel unaccomplished despite his success in his career. What was missing? 

He was a risk-taker when it comes to developing his fictional characters and was daring enough to tackle multiple controversial issues in his novels but never seem to get the courage to tell her how he really felt.

Y/N.

His Y/N.

His Y/N with Dexter.

They’ve been together for a little more than a year now as Harry still remained a bachelor. By now he’s not quite sure if he was waiting for the right girl or waiting for her. and her only.

Something about today lit a fire inside of him. Maybe it’s because of the pent up frustration of having yet another writer’s block or the fact that he’s so sick of waiting for destiny to do its thing than actually making something happen. Next thing he knows, he was already dialing her number.

“Hey, bub! you caught me at a great time! What’s up?” I love you.

“Can we meet somewhere or something? Really need to talk to you ‘bout something”

“Really? I have something to tell you too! Why don’t we meet at the ol’ cafe down the street in twenty?” I love you.

“Sure sure, see you love.”

“Can’t wait!” I love you and I can’t wait to tell you I do.

---

He was already there by ten and it’s safe to say he was nervous. This is gonna be years and years of friendship at risk but he knows he won’t be able to sleep at night knowing he should’ve at least tried.

“You certainly got ‘ere early” There she was, wearing the dotted pink sundress he adored. She had her hair up and looked radiant as ever. He’s in it deep.

“Have some news for you, couldn’t wait” Cause if he did he might shit his pants, he thought.

“Good or bad? I have news too!”

“ Depends on how you’ll take it. If it’s okay can I go first?” 

“Sure, go on bub.” Just the comfort he needed.

He took a deep breath, knowing what he was about to say could make or break him.

“We’ve been the best of friends all these years and I think I know why. It’s because we just get each other you know? and we always got each other’s back no matter what. Like the very first day we met, up to now, you never left my side and I never left yours. Everything did start because of a damn cupcake but that’s not the point.” She can’t help but laugh at his flustered state.

“But as we grew older, the more and more was I enthralled by you. By how you never forget to take care of me and how you never let anyone step on you. and as deep as my admiration goes, Y/N I fell for you” She stopped smiling. The shock was evident on her face. But he had to continue.

“ It took me a while to realize and even longer to tell you but I love you, I really do. I know it’s a shitty thing to do knowing that Dexter’s in the picture and all but I was there for everything. For your first heartbreak to your first ever patient. I was there at your best and worst. He’s a great guy, I know. It may even be too late but I can’t help but feel like we were meant to be, that you were meant for me.”

“So if you can find it in your heart, feel every beat of it and know that somehow for some unexplainable reason, what I am saying is making sense. Y/N choose me, love me. Be with me cause for as long as I remember, that’s all I really wanted” He could finally breathe. He said everything his coward of a heart couldn’t before.

“Harry I-” He didn’t like the sound of her voice, if this was rejection, he never wants to hear it. So he interrupted.

“Before you make a decision or anything, tell me your news first, love.” Sure, that will buy him some time.

Y/N does this thing when she’s nervous. Either she’d play with the ends of her braid or grips then releases her hold on the cup of her chosen beverage. That’s exactly what she’s doing to her cup of steaming hot tea.

And that’s when he saw it and his world stopped. He was suddenly holding his breath as the light caught on to something on her hand.

“Harry, I’m engaged.” 

Author’s Note: This was an idea I’ve been playing around with. Tell me what you think! All the love xx.

p.s. that choose me love me scene may have been inspired by grey’s anatomy, don’t hate. xx

[darkdrabblings]

Bitch

So I’m still finishing up a couple of commissions, but I had to take a break because this amazing picture by @spearfrost has me shook. In fact, it shook me so much that I had to write this small McCree x Reader fic for it. 

Enjoy!

Warnings: Dubcon/Gratuitous use of the word bitch

Word Count: 2,335

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11851758

You had been looking forward to getting assigned this mission by Commander Reyes. It was right up your alley, requiring you to hack into Vishkar’s growing organization. Everyone knew that their company was getting their funding from some unsolicited source, but no one knew what that source was.

You had wanted this mission since you first heard about it, and you were sure that it would be yours. You were the best hacker in Blackwatch, and you knew their systems better than anyone else. Imagine your surprise when the mission was assigned to none other than Jesse McCree. Again.

You let out a curse as your friends, Tera and Jaimie, gave you the news. This mission wasn’t the first that you had been passed over for Jesse, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last time.

“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll get the next one,” Tera says as she reaches out to pat your shoulder. The two of them were facing you and had been expressing their apologies for the last couple of minutes. They knew how much you were looking forward to this mission.

“I mean, but why McCree?!” you huff. “He doesn’t even look like he can unlock his phone, much less try and hack into the Vishkar system.”

Your friends nod in agreement before suddenly both going wide-eyed and still, not that you noticed, still too upset from the news.

“I guess being Commander Reyes’s bitch does have its perks,” you finish before finally noting the look of horror on their faces. “What’s wrong?”

“So I’m Reyes’ bitch, am I?” comes a voice from behind. The deep southern drawl was unmistakable, and your mouth dropped open when you realized your mistake

Jesse suddenly stepped next to you, an arm wrapping around both your shoulders as he begins to lean on you. Acting as if the two of you were friends and he didn’t just catch you talking shit about him behind his back. You’re too ashamed to glance his way, and you’re sure that he gives your friends some look that had them both quickly excusing themselves.

He gives your shoulder a sharp squeeze before speaking, “So you mind telling me what that was all about?”

You take a deep breath and close your eyes before speaking, “We were talking about how it was unfair that you got assigned the Vishkar mission when it was supposed to be mine.” You gathered some more courage and shook him off of you, finally turning around to face him before adding more. “I was also about to note the fact that ever since you came here, Reyes has assigned you, of all people, the best missions.”

Jesse says nothing as he looks down at you, his brown eyes trained on yours, and eventually, he starts laughing. You let out another huff and stomp your foot, frustrated that he was making fun of you.

“This isn’t funny, McCree! I'm serious when I say that you follow around Reyes like some lost puppy. I think he takes pity on you!”

His continued laughs are obnoxious to your ears, a reminder of how your petty complaints and insults don’t even phase him.

“I’m sorry, darlin,” he says between snickers, “You’re just too cute to take seriously.”

“Fuck you, McCree,” you say before turning around and walking away, his chuckles still ringing in your ears as you turn the corner. After a minute or two, you hear a familiar set of spurs behind you, and you’re forced to turn around as Jesse grabs your arm.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry for laughing so hard,” Jesse says, a huge grin still on his face as you try and get away from him. “How about a wager then.”

You cock an eyebrow at him as he finally lets you go. “What kind of wager?”

“So you think you’re so deserving of this Vishakar mission, right? I’ll let you have it. If…”

“If, what?” he certainly has your interest now.

“If ya can beat me in a sparring match.”

You squint your eyes at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“As a heart attack. Now if ya don’t want it,” Jesse says while putting his hands up in defeat, “I can understand. You probably don’t have what it takes,” and turns around to begin walking away.

“Wait!” you called out, and he stopped. “If I beat you, you’ll hand the assignment over...no problem?”

He turns back around to look at you to give you a single nod.

“What about Reyes?”

“How ‘bout you let me handle ol’ Reyes,” he responds while motioning you to follow him.

You scoff and follow him, “Figures you would.”

If he heard your remark, he said nothing while leading you to an empty training room. You both begin to take off your armor, ensuring an even match, and you step onto the mat. Jesse stood there as cool and collected as ever, a small smirk on his face as he watches you try to read him.

God, he infuriated you so much. His good looks and sweet talk got him far in this organization, and it didn’t help the fact that he was at Reyes’s beck and call. You wanted nothing more than to punch the smirk off his perfectly chiseled face. Wait, what? You shook the thought from your head and lunged towards him

Jesse quickly sidestepped it and turned around to face you as you tried to regain your balance,

“Did ya think an amateur move like that is going to take down the Commander’s bitch?”

This time you faked to the left and were able to manage a punch to his side, yet he barely flinched at the impact. A dark gleam crossed his eyes as he began to circle you and a small chuckle left his lips as his teasing started again, “So tell me darlin’, do ya think I’m the bitch when ya can’t even take me down?”

If he was trying to make you mad, it was working. You huffed in annoyance as he went for you this time. He went for a punch only instead to knock you on your ass as he kicked your legs out from under you.

“So if I’m the bitch,” he says as you land on your back. Jesse wasted no time on straddling your chest and began moving his knees to under your armpits, prohibiting you from moving your arms. “What does that make you?’

“Fuck you, Jesse McCree. You’re nothing but Reyes’s bitch and always will be,” you spat out as you wriggle underneath him.

He laughs loudly once again and places his hands on each of your wrists, pinning them by your head. You try to kick your legs to gain any leverage, but you still when you see a flash of red in his eyes, and he stops laughing. However, that shit eating grin is still plastered on his face as he hovers inches over your own.

“Woof.”

You whimper as his lips crashed into yours and an involuntary shiver runs through your body as he growls against it, demanding entrance. You comply and slowly open for him, and he releases another moan in appreciation. His tongue fights for dominance in your mouth as his shaggy hair tickles your face, and he tightens the grip on your wrist as a warning to concede.

You feel an ache grow between your legs as and you slowly relax under him. He sucks on your tongue for a bit before finally pulling away. You release a whimper at the loss of contact, and he shushes you as he slowly begins to leave a trail of kisses from cheek to ear.

He nibbles on it for a bit before whispering into your ear, his deep drawl making you forget about the reason you’re in this situation in the first place, “Now, I need to teach ya a lesson, but first you gotta listen to what I say. Got it?”

You nod your head, and he continues, “On your front.”

Jesse releases your hands and slowly gets off your chest, eyes practically glaring at you when you shakily turn around onto your stomach. He wastes no time draping his body over yours, his face pressed against yours as his stubble rubs up against you, and his hands quickly move under your body to begin working on your belt.

“Just stay still for me, doll. Let McCree show you just how much of a bitch he is.”

Another whimper leaves your lips as he pulls down your pants to your thighs, taking your underwear with them. Your ass is exposed to the cold air of the room, and he sits up to admire the view beneath him.

“Damn, girlie,” he murmurs under his breath as he spreads your cheeks to find your slit already wet. “Ya want this don’t ya?”

You hear the clinks as he begins to undo his belt and can’t help the small moan that escapes your lips as a finger runs up your slip.

“For such big talk earlier, I didn’t expect ya to be so eager for me. Such a slut.”

You let out a choked sob when he drapes himself back over you, his cock ready at your entrance.

“McCree, ple-”

“Now, don’t you start that. You’re the one who’s all bark and no bite,” reprimands Jesse as he pulls your hips up to meet his and slowly begins to push his thick cock through your sensitive walls.

Blinking back tears you try to ignore the searing pain running through your body as he forces himself inside. Your hand reaches out to grab at something as a searing pain runs through you,  but he quickly covers your small hand with his large one, fingers entwining in yours.

He hadn’t bothered preparing you at all, but the feeling of his entire length inside you had you feeling you full as he finally hilted inside your warmth. Your body wasted no time in lubricating itself as his hips begin to slowly rock into you. Small pants and moans leave your lips as he starts to pick up his pace. His lips trail kisses at the back of your neck while grunting as your body clenched tightly around him.

“Who’s the bitch now?” he loudly groans into your ear as the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoes in the large training room.

You open your mouth to answer but no words come out as his pace increase. His free hand tangles in your hair and pulls your head back again, exposing your throat to him, and he repeats his question before ravishing your neck.

“I-I am,” you manage to stutter out before he gives a sharp thrust at your confession. He rewards you be releasing your hair and moves his hand underneath your body to begin rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves. As soon as his fingers start their ministrations, he releases another loud groan as you clench hard against him yet again.

“Say it again,” Jesse demands and his fingers increase their pressure against you as his pace picks up as well, “Who’s the bitch?”

“Me!” you yell out as your hips buck back into his.

His tongue licks your from the bottom of your neck to your ear, and your body shivers in response. Your earlobe tightly gripped between his teeth, and you’re no longer holding back your moans as his hips piston roughly into your sex.

Letting go of your earlobe he kisses the spot below your ear before speaking again, “Now tell me, darlin’. Whose bitch are ya?”

You can’t help but feel yourself get wetter at the question, the combined noises of your fluids cloud your mind as he pulls his hand from under you to yank once on your hair when you don’t answer.

“Yours,” you whine out, as his hand returns to their previous location. “I’m yours, Jesse.”

He squeezes your hand as his name leaves your mouth. He’s moved back to kissing and biting your neck again.

“That’s right, darlin. You’re my bitch. Now tell me,” Jesse's thrusts begin to pick up more speed as he pounds into you, “Are you close, bitch?”

“Jesse!” you moan as your hips are no longer able to keep up with his. “Yes, I’m close. I’m so close.”

“Has my bitch been a good girl?”

“Yes!”

His fingers rub your bud faster, and your eyes cloud with spots as your finally reach your peak. You scream his name in the empty room, and he continues pounding for a few more seconds before finally releasing himself inside your womb. He pants hard into your ear while continuing to grind his hips into you. Making sure that not a single drop went to waste.

The two of you lay there for a minute; the only sounds are the pants coming from Jesse and yourself while you come down from your high. The weight of his body would almost be comforting if it weren’t for the heat radiating off of him. Eventually, he lifts himself off of you and watches as his softening cock pulls out of your sex with a sick shlick, and you can’t help the shiver that passes through your body at the noise.

Jesse lets out a satisfied grunt and slaps your ass before standing. “I reckon we better get cleaned up before the briefing. Wouldn’t wanna be late. Ya know how Reyes is one for being on time,” he says tucking himself back in and before extending a hand to you.

“What?” you ask, still a little lightheaded from the orgasm, as you take his hand. He helps you stand and balance yourself as your legs shake for a few seconds, still trying to get their bearings straight. “I thought I lost?”

“Oh ya did, sweetheart,” Jesse says while turning around and begins to walk towards the exit, leaving you to clean up the mess. “But this was a two-person mission from the start, partner.”