#its just more painful and annoying and visible on my face you know

[thewritingbeforesunrise]

I Wanna Be Yours.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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I was listening to the song “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys when the idea for this fic came into my mind.

A special thank you to @its-interesting-van-kleep for proofreading and listening to my ramblings over this! ❤️

Pairing: Jake x female reader

Word count: 6.3K

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, thigh riding, oral (m! and f! receiving), protected penetrative sex.

Summary: Insomnia leads to unexpected turns of events.

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A loud groan echoed into your room, followed by the dull sound of something heavy hitting the carpeted floor.

You couldn't believe it.

You were so close.

Just one more minute would have sufficed, but clearly, your vibrator had other plans, that included dying in the middle of its duty.

Insomnia had always been a constant in your life since you were little.

You tried everything you could to overcome it. Your friends suggested yoga, relaxing ambience music, incense, hot baths with essential oils but you were afraid that the only thing that could save you was a deal with the devil.

The frustration in your chest grew to the point that you felt like you couldn't even breathe properly, despite the window being wide open.

You sat up on the bed and tugged the crumpled bed sheet away from your sweaty body.

Then you stood and changed the t-shirt you had on with a new one, reveling in the feeling of the cool cotton on your flushed skin.

You needed to get out of that room.

Maybe you would find some needed rest on the couch in the living room. And maybe a cup of tea could help you relax.

You made your way to the kitchen on tiptoes and in the dark, trying not to wake your roommate who was sleeping in the bedroom right next to yours.

You turned the kettle on and were on the tip of your toes trying to grab a mug from the upper cabinet when someone clearing their throat behind you made you squeak and jump, almost causing you to lose the grip you had on the mug.

“Fuck, Jake, you scared me,” you hissed towards him. His silhouette was barely visible, but you could see that he was facing you and there was a beer bottle on the table in front of him.

You huffed, regretting leaving your room altogether.

“Hi, sweetheart. I'm happy to see you, too” he greeted you, his tone condescending and irritating, like always.

“What brings you here on this fine night? You heard me coming downstairs and you were dying to see me, weren't you?” he went on taking a sip from the bottle, slowly.

“That's none of your business, Jake, and no, I didn't hear you or I wouldn't be here.” You hissed and he scoffed at your words.

“Don't worry, I just need to make a cup of tea and then the kitchen is all yours.” You went on, whispering impatiently.

He was the last person you wanted to see and it showed from the way you glared at him.

And you could sense the sentiment was mutual, since he kept trying to tease you.

The relationship between the two of you had always been like that. You kept teasing each other every chance you got and, ultimately, someone (usually him) pushed it too far, resulting in you ignoring him until you both forgot what had happened. It was a pain chain.

The tension was always palpable.

“Oh please, be my guest,” he said, kicking out a chair towards you, signaling you to sit down with his outstretched hand.

You did as you were told with a huff and heard the smirk in his voice when he spoke again.

“You didn't answer my question,” he said.

You huffed, annoyed.

He really wasn't able to mind his own business.

“I can't sleep, ok? And now that you know it? I don't think you can do anything about it.” You answered him, harshly.

Your patience was wearing thin.

“And what about you, what are you doing here at three in the morning? You don't have one of your girls to spend the night with?” You inquired, maliciously.

He snickered at your remark.

Now that your eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, you could see him better.

And what you saw made a strange shiver run down your spine.

He was shirtless and his hair looked a bit disheveled, but the sly smirk he was sporting was what made your blood boil the most.

“I sense a little jealousy in your tone, sweetheart,” He whispered sultrily.

“That's just disgust, Jake” you rolled your eyes “and don't you dare call me sweetheart.”

He laughed heartily and shook his head.

“You are feisty tonight. Did something happen?” He asked then.

You groaned at his incredible ability to read you perfectly.

You hated him.

“I just can't sleep, ok Sherlock?” You hissed.

He was about to speak again when the kettle started whistling.

You stood and poured yourself a cup.

When you turned back around, he was already watching you with a strange glint in his eyes.

“That won't help you, you know this, right?” He said pointing to the steaming mug in your hands.

“So, what's going to help me, according to you, Insomnia Guru?” You snarled.

“You just have to let your body relax,” he said, like it was some kind of divine revelation.

“Wow, thank you Jake, I really didn't know that. As if I haven't already tried.” You exhaled and then grasped your head in your hands in defeat.

“Oh, believe me, I know that.” He said then knowingly, and you froze in your spot.

What the hell did that mean?

He didn't hear you, did he?

You slowly raised your head and, when you reluctantly met his eyes, he went on with a devilish smirk on his lips.

“And from what I gathered, it didn't end like you hoped.” He went on, in a mocking tone that had an uncontrollable need to punch him raise in your chest.

When you glared at him, he only raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Fuck you, Jake” you hissed. Then you grabbed your mug and started walking towards your room ready to put as much distance between you and him.

You knew for sure that you weren't going to sleep a wink anyway, considering the anger growing in your chest.

“Wait-” his voice, deep and raspy, echoed in the room the moment your foot touched the first step.

You didn't know why but you stopped.

“Come here” he said, and again, you obeyed him, like in a frenzy.

He had turned on the chair and was now facing you.

You found yourself in front of him with no recollection of how you ended there.

He was so close that you could feel the heat radiating from his body and suddenly, all you wanted was for him to touch you.

You shivered when you realized that all this time you had been there in just a t-shirt and panties and nothing more.

And your eyes widened when you noticed that he was wearing very short pajama shorts. That simple cotton garment was hugging his thighs deliciously. His muscles caused the fabric to visibly stretch and you had to bite your lower lip not to whimper out loud at the sight.

Jake had been your roommate for over a year now and you had found yourself staring at him from time to time. He was a handsome man, but his know-it-all attitude really irked you. Not to mention the many girls that came and went from his room every once in a while. They especially came, for the absolute displeasure of your ears, and he loved bragging about it every chance he got.

He saw you gawking at him and smirked, removing the mug from your hands gently and patting his thigh.

“C'mon sweetheart, take a seat. Let me help you relax,” he patted his thigh again and you felt yourself fall under his spell.

He placed a warm hand on your hip and squeezed lightly making your legs feel like jelly.

“Stop overthinking sweetheart. I won't bring this up in the morning, I promise.” He whispered and his eyes were sincere.

After a while, you did as you were told but, as you placed your hands on his shoulders, you spoke again trying, and inevitably failing, to seem in control of the situation.

“I'm not your sweetheart, Jacob” you hissed.

When you felt the muscle of his thigh press in between yours, so hot and sturdy, your hard demeanor faltered and your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull.

“There's no need to bring up my full name” He whispered into your ear, gently caressing your hair and making it fall down your back. Then he placed both his hands on your hips and tugged you down flush against his thigh, making you groan and stifle a moan.

“Good girl” he whispered and you whimpered involuntarily, blushing immediately after.

He smirked again, knowingly, at your reaction.

“Oh, you're not my sweetheart. I think you like good girl way better.” He whispered.

His lips touching your ear made you shiver but you ended up moaning his name when he spoke again.

“You'll be my good girl tonight, won't you?”

Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders upon hearing those words.

“You are so wet and warm here, I can feel you” he went on torturing you with his beautiful voice as you pulsed already against his thigh, feeling your wetness increase by the second.

“Now relax, and use me, take what you need” he said, gently pulling you forward by your hips and pushing you back. The friction he created made your eyes squeeze shut as you started panting heavily already.

You started moving your hips, rubbing yourself against his thigh and reveling in the feeling of his sturdy muscle against your center.

After a while, you had your eyes shut tight, your head was leaning against his shoulder and you were about to reach your much awaited orgasm when he stopped you, grabbing your hips and forcefully detaching you from his thigh.

“Jake, what the fuck?!” you snapped, anger was already bubbling in your chest at his interruption when he had promised to take care of you

“Shut up and take your panties off.” He said, out of breath.

In a second, your panties were laying on the floor, ruined and crumpled.

At that moment, he grabbed your jaw and angled your face downwards, towards his thigh.

Even in the darkness you could see the outcome of your previous actions glistening crystal clear on his skin.

"Can you see it?” He asked, breathing heavily.

You nodded, incapable of forming a single word.

“I want you dripping down my thigh now, alright?” He went on, hissing through gritted teeth.

“Now be my good girl and make a mess all over me” he whispered.

Goosebumps covered your skin at his words.

Your eyes traveled from his to his lips, and down to his chest before moving even lower, stopping abruptly at his crotch.

You gasped at the sight before you.

His shorts were having a hard time concealing his prominent erection that was begging to be set free.

When he guided you back down on his thigh, you both whimpered at the feeling of your bare skin on his already damp one and your eyes rolled back when you saw him slightly twitch in his shorts.

You started riding his thigh faster, guided and encouraged by the firm grip he had on your hips.

Your moans started echoing in the kitchen and you heard him curse under his breath.

Your eyes fell to his crotch again and you saw him palming himself. You felt bad for him so, without thinking, you swatted his hand away and tugged at the elastic of his pants to free him. He wasn't wearing any underwear so it was easier for you to reach his skin.

A loud groan left his lips when he was finally free and you genuinely gasped at the sight of him. He was beautiful and you felt your walls flutter at the sight.

When your hand wrapped loosely around him, he grasped your face and kissed you, making your eyes widened in shock.

But the shock was short-lived. You ended up melting on his lips like chocolate in the sun and you kissed him back almost immediately as you kept moving your hips against his leg. His skin was drenched then, making your movements smooth and electric.

He started placing little kisses down your neck and, suddenly, he tugged your t-shirt up and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, suckling at it gently while making eye contact and smirking.

As his thumb gently rolled against your clit, you felt the muscle of your legs stiffen.

“I feel how close you are. Be a good girl and come for me now,” He sultrily whispered into your ear, making your back arch. You felt your orgasm hit you gradually. It started from the tip of your toes and spread languidly through your entire body.

You let go of him to grab his shoulders for leverage as your hips moved quickly, chasing your much awaited high.

You leaned your forehead against his shoulder and bit down harshly at his trapezium when you finally reached your orgasm.

He praised you throughout it, helping you ride it out by keeping his strong hands on your hips and guiding your movements that were getting more erratic and uneven.

After the last shockwaves, you slumped onto his body, tired beyond belief. It felt like all the fatigue accumulated during the day fell on you, making even a single movement impossible.

He kept caressing your hair and you relaxed completely against him.

Just as you were about to drift off, Jake moved you from his thigh with a gentle grasp on your hips. The faint sound of your wet skin detaching from his muscle made you both groan.

He sat you down sideways on his other thigh and fixed your t-shirt.

You felt him stifle a whimper when you involuntarily brushed your hand against his crotch in the attempt to grab his shoulder and suddenly you were no longer tired.

He was still hard but he had tucked himself back into his shorts.

“Let's get you to bed. I'm gonna get you tucked in so you can finally get some sleep.” He whispered but you stopped him as he tried to stand.

“I don't want to go to sleep yet,” you mumbled against his neck.

“But-” he tried to say but you interrupted him with a finger on his lips.

“Shhh,” you whispered back, meeting his confused stare with sleepy eyes as you slowly slipped down his thigh until you were kneeling on the floor between his legs.

Your hands caressed his thighs upwards and, when you reached his crotch, you heard him whimper.

He was still painfully hard and the cotton was straining against him.

As you dipped a finger inside his shorts, he clenched his jaw but didn't stop staring down at you closely.

“What are you doing?” He said, trying to look unaffected by everything but failing miserably when his voice faltered.

“You did something for me, it's only fair I return the favour.” You answered truthfully and a little smile spread onto your lips as you saw his jaw clench and his eyes squeeze shut.

A little whimper left his chest when you lowered the elastic band of his shorts to free his length and the smile on your lips turned into a knowing smirk.

He was just as needy and desperate as you were.

“If I were you, I would wipe that little smirk off my face, pet, before I do it myself.” He whispered, caressing your hair and twisting a few strands around his fist to tug a little while trailing the pad of his thumb across your wet bottom lip.

The sight of him towering over you, with his chest covered in a light sheen of sweat and his eyes glinting mischievously made a shiver run down your spine.

His cock was twitching almost imperceptibly, ready for your touch and you were about to reach for it when you hesitated.

His stare was almost intimidating you and your hands started shaking a little.

You were starting to get tangled in your thoughts when a little sound left his lips.

“Please, baby” he whispered and that sound made you snap out of your reverie.

You wanted to hear that little sound again.

You wrapped a hand around him gently and rolled your tongue over the little spot right under the tip.

He cursed at the feeling and tugged off his shorts to spread his legs more, silently begging you to go on.

You started licking up and down his shaft and his hands sank in your hair.The weight and the warmth of it made you crave every inch of him.

When you reached his balls, you twirled your tongue around them and sucked them into your warm mouth making a loud groan echo in the dark silent kitchen.

You kept repeating that motion over and over again and you were feeling your eyelids becoming heavier by the second until he grasped your hair and forcefully separated you from his skin.

“Stop teasing me, please, and I might call you good girl again, since I know how much you love it,” he almost whimpered, panting heavily.

You obeyed and slowly enveloped his tip between your lips, sucking gently and making his head fall backwards with a low growl.

As you sank him deeper down your throat, he started becoming more vocal, making your toes curl and your pussy throb again.

You slowly trailed a hand between your legs to take care of yourself and you moaned around him at the feeling of your fingers slipping easily through your wetness.

When you swallowed around him, he moaned and grasped you by the hair, tugging you forward and making you almost gag.

Your eyelids threatened to close as your movements became sloppier and sloppier around his length. You were downright slobbering all over him and by the unbridled sounds leaving his lips he was loving every second of it.

“Such a needy girl. God, this mouth of yours is heavenly,” he groaned gently thrusting into your mouth.

At that moment, your eyes met his again. As the feeling of his girth started making your jaw hurt, your brain started wondering about how he would feel like buried to the hilt inside your pussy and, unknowingly, you stopped bobbing your head.

His smoldering stare made you almost burn down to your core as his mouth twisted into a devilish smirk.

Maybe all you needed was really a deal with the devil.

But he was no devil.

He just knew what you were thinking. Probably because he was thinking the same thing.

For an unbelievable twist of fate, the moment the thought of having him buried inside you to the hilt crossed your mind, his own was invaded by an irrepressible urge to feel your walls squeeze around him with a death grip.

Suddenly, you two found yourself standing in front of one another.

Your scalp burned where his hand was wrapped around your hair, but the feeling was nothing compared to the absolute craving you felt for him

“I know what you are thinking, pet. And there's only one way to find out.” He whispered onto your lips.

You didn't even give yourself time to overthink about it. You grabbed his hand and took the stairs two steps at a time with him hot on your heels.

Once inside your room, he pressed you against the wall with his naked body and kissed you, stealing your breath away.

After a while, he broke the kiss and placed a single peck on your neck before whispering into your ear.

“Get on the bed, now.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the realization of what was about to happen.

He watched you closely as you obeyed, and when you were settled, he moved towards you.

But suddenly, he stopped abruptly and bent down to retrieve something from the floor.

Your cheeks flushed red when he stood with your dead vibrator in one hand and a devilish smirk on his face.

You hid your face behind your hands ready for him to mock you for it but the snide remarks never came.

Instead, he caressed your shoulder with gentle fingers to get your attention before speaking.

“You should always keep it well charged, you know. Where's the charger?” He whispered making your cheeks flush red even more at the extreme ease that he used when he asked you such a thing.

You were unable to answer him so you just pointed at the last drawer of your nightstand with trembling fingers.

You observed as he bent down and retrieved the charger before plugging it to the wall and then to the toy like it was the most natural thing in the world. You felt your heart flutter at the sight.

Your eyes traveled down the expanse of his muscular back when he was turned and slowly reached his perfect ass. You wanted to feel that supple skin and strong muscles under your fingertips. You always thought he had a nice ass but your mouth watered seeing him like that, in all his naked glory.

When he turned, he caught you staring and approached you with a wolfish look in his dark eyes. He crawled on top of you and you fell down with your back against the mattress, helpless and completely at his mercy.

He took you in so slowly you were afraid that his eyes could incinerate you where you laid.

Then, in a sliver of voice, he spoke.

“Are you really sure about this?” He whispered.

“Yes,” You whispered back without a single doubt.

But you immediately regretted it, in fear of appearing too easy to him.

The fact that he was naked and basically on top of you was making it difficult for you to properly concentrate.

“But this is a one-time thing so don't flatter yourself,” you sharply added, to try and save your face.

“Mhmh,” he mumbled with his usual smirk and he started trailing the tip of his nose along the column of your neck, making you shiver.

His fingers, that were toying with the hem of your t-shirt, slipped under it and lifted the fabric slightly, exposing your naked center to him again.

You shivered as his hand moved further up your body and he stopped again to check on you.

“Still ok?” He whispered.

You were slowly starting to lose your mind.

You needed him. Inside. Immediately.

As an answer, you quickly removed your t-shirt, presenting yourself to him in your birthday suit for the first time.

He cursed and didn't waste time in sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, making your back arch, chasing his lips.

Your eyes squeezed shut because of the intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body and your hands grabbed his biceps to try and keep contact with reality.

His whisper of your name in your ear made you whimper.

“Do you have a condom?” He asked, sitting up.

“Yeah. First drawer.” You said as your eyes traveled down his chest.

He opened it and a little laugh made you frown.

A louder one quickly followed.

“What's so funny?” You said, a little worried.

“I can't believe this. This is the same box you had last time I asked you for a condom. When was it? Three months ago? And back then it was new. And now only one is missing… the one you gave me. Oh, pet, that's why insomnia is bothering you. You really need some action to let out your frustrations.” He said nonchalantly and you felt your blood start boiling again.

You pushed him off you, outraged by his words.

“Fuck you, Jake!” You hissed, already looking for your t-shirt to cover yourself.

“No, wait, I didn't mean it like that at all.” His eyes widened when he understood the enormous mistake he made.

“Oh really?! And what the fuck did you mean?” You hissed again feeling betrayed as fresh tears started welling up in your eyes.

You hated yourself for letting your guard down with him. For trusting him in the first place. You wanted to disappear altogether.

“I meant that you should have come knocking on my door way sooner. I would have helped you.” He said matter-of-factly, like it was the most usual thing in the world.

You scoffed at his smug, full-of-himself demeanor. You wanted to slap him.

“Of course, like that's the easiest thing in the world. Knock-knock, hey Jake it's me, I'm so frustrated. I was just wondering if you could just fuck me senseless so that I can sleep. Yeah, easy,” you answered him, amazed by the absolute audacity that man possessed.

“Wanna bet that you can sleep like a baby after I'm done with you?” he whispered sultrily wrapping a hand around his cock while licking his lower lip suggestively.

You scoffed yet again. “You are so fucking sure of yourself, Jake. As if I'm going to let you touch me after how you just treated me.” You really hated him.

“I mean it, but you can just enjoy the show if you prefer.” He winked at you and sat down at the end of the bed facing you with a hand propping himself up behind him and his legs spread while his other hand moved languidly up and down his length.

His face scrunched up in pleasure and your resolve quickly crumbled. The more his hand quickened, the more your need to feel him inside grew.

In a second, you made up your mind and you were on top of him.

“Stop. Since you are so sure of yourself, prove it. I wanna feel you inside.” You whispered onto his lips and he pushed you back on the bed with his body.

He kissed you hard and you felt his hips shift against yours.

You thought he was going to enter you immediately but he didn't. He wanted to take his sweet time with you.

He broke the kiss and kept a relentless eye contact as he lowered towards your center.

“This is to make up for what I said earlier” he kissed your inner thigh before nipping at the muscle with his teeth, making you whimper.

“And to make it clear that I mean business.” He whispered, right before licking a slow broad stripe against your slit.

Still sensitive from earlier, your body tried to pull away from the intense feeling, but, at the same time, needed more.

His mouth felt so hot against your center that your body covered in goosebumps and you bunched up the sheets into your fists at your sides, digging your nails into the fabric.

His pointed tongue kept licking you up and down and when, finally, he sucked your clit into his mouth your hands slipped into his hair holding him in place.

A loud whimper echoed into the room when he flicked your clit repeatedly with his tongue and your thighs closed around his head, trapping him there.

He groaned then and the delicious vibrations made your back arch abruptly.

Now you understood why all the girls he brought home seemed unable to stay quiet when they were locked in his room. You always cursed them because you thought they were making a scene and just wanted to make you, his female roommate, jealous.

At that moment you learned it wasn't the case. He was just so good it was impossible to keep silent.

Your legs clamping around his face didn't stop him. He seemed completely lost in what he was doing and kept rutting his hips against the mattress. What he was doing was affecting him too and the mere idea had you moaning out his name again and again.

Suddenly, he untangled himself from your legs and lifted up his face to speak.

“Is it ok if I use my fingers too?” He said with his raspy voice and glistening face. His eyes were burning and showcased a need you had never seen.

You breathed out a little yes and he immediately obliged.

He caressed your center with gentle fingers and, when he used his thumbs to spread your outer labia, you shivered.

He licked at you again, tracing his tongue around your entrance over and over to be sure you were wet enough for him.

Your hands were gripping the pillow on either side of your head in anticipation and you were unable to pry your eyes from his focused face.

You felt your eyes roll back when he met your eyes, winked and let a string of saliva dribble from his tongue to your center, before spreading it on your skin with his thumb.

You felt like your heart was ready to burst out of your chest the more he edged you.

A single whispered plea left your lips and he cursed at the sound of your already fucked-out voice.

Immediately after, his middle finger slid all the way inside you and your mouth opened in a silent moan.

Instead of moving his finger in and out, he curled it upwards gently and you screamed his name, feeling the need to grab his wrist and keep him there forever.

He did that again and again, increasing the pressure every time.

“I'm going to add another, pet,” he whispered and you stopped breathing altogether.

“But I need you to breathe,” he whispered against your bent knee, looking you in the eyes.

“No wait. I can't. I'm afraid I'm going to cum already if you keep that up,” you whined covering your face.

“Well, that's the plan. Relax for me and breathe” He whispered and sounded so sexy you were afraid you might implode.

“Ok” you whispered back, biting your bottom lip to try and conceal your moans.

You failed miserably, because the moment he inserted a second digit, you moaned his name out loud, feeling your walls clamping down around his fingers.

The smirk he was sporting after that was massive and you wanted to tell him off but the moment your mouth opened, both his fingers curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot.

A moan of his name echoed loud and clear in the room and he groaned. He kept massaging that spot over and over again while his lips wrapped around your clit.

Involuntarily your hands grasped your breasts and your fingers started toying with your hardened nipples making the feeling of your approaching orgasm intensify through your body.

You felt your walls spasm around his fingers and he noticed too. The sensation was too overwhelming and you were having a hard time controlling your hips that kept bucking against his hand.

“There she is. Just like this. Take what's yours” he whispered, watching you with rapt attention as your orgasm hit you.

Your vision went completely blank and everything turned eerily quiet.

You couldn't feel your body at all, but you were aware that your heart was beating incredibly fast.

Suddenly, you felt something warm and soft against your cheek.

“Are you here on Planet Earth with me, pet?” Jake whispered, caressing your cheek with gentle fingers.

When you finally opened your eyes, he was towering over you, with a concerned expression in his dark eyes and a little nervous smile on his lips.

“Are you ok?” He asked again when you didn't answer the first time.

You nodded and watched as he visibly relaxed.

You felt incredibly sleepy but still, you were aware of the fact that he was still painfully hard. You could feel him against your thigh, pulsating and leaking.

“Are you tired?” He whispered into the crook of your neck, while his fingers combed through your disheveled hair.

“Yes, I am…” you answered and were about to continue but he interrupted you.

“You should sleep. I'll get out of your way.” he whispered back and was already starting to stand up when you grasped his wrist.

“Where do you think you are going? I think you were trying to prove a point. You really want to throw in the towel now?” You purred and saw his eyes darken at your words.

“You should know I never back down.” he whispered back against your lips.

Your hand slowly made its way down his chest and wrapped around his cock making him whimper.

You stroked him a few times watching mesmerized as he twitched and leaked in your hand but soon you stopped.

“Prove it.” You whispered against his lips.

“Alright, pet. I'm gonna give it to you good.” He said and gently turned your body on your side, so your head could lean comfortably against your pillow.

Then, he maneuvered himself so he was laying on his side behind you, spooning you.

You faintly heard as he put on the condom and suddenly his body was flush against yours. His chest against your back, his hips against your ass and his legs bent at the same angle as yours. Everything you were feeling at that moment was Jake.

You felt his warm breath against the back of your neck and you shivered.

“I need you to relax completely” he said, placing the arm on which he was laying underneath your neck and caressing from your shoulder to your hip with the other hand.

Then he traced his fingers up and down your back a few times, making you effectively relax.

“Are you ready?” He whispered into your hair, while stroking the tip of his cock up and down your slit, and making your back arch.

“Yeah, please Jake. I need you inside” you whispered not even remotely ashamed of the pleading, desperate tone of your voice.

With a hand wrapped around your hip, he pushed all the way inside excruciatingly slow with a drawn out groan that made you shiver and your mouth hang open in a silent scream of pleasure.

You were petrified by pleasure. Unable to utter a single word or to even move an inch, your brain was entirely occupied but the absolute feeling of fullness he was providing you. You had never experienced anything even remotely similar. Not even your vibrator made you feel like that.

In the back of your mind, you already knew that the whole “I'm not going to bring this up in the morning” thing was a bad idea, but you played along nonetheless.

You were already addicted to him now. It could only backfire in the future.

But, at that moment, your mind was completely blank. The euphoric feeling of Jake's member deliciously stretching your walls was everything you could comprehend.

He was already panting behind you and breathing sweet words of encouragement into your ears.

“You feel so good. God, you are like heaven.” he whimpered loudly, squeezing your hip with his hand.

“I'm going to move, alright?” He whispered and you felt him pull almost all the way out before starting to slide back in. Your walls spasmed and contracted around him, making him stop with an hiss.

“Pet, please, relax.” He said, groaning. “If you keep squeezing me like this I'm going to cum.”

You took a deep breath and tried your best to relax. You focused on the scorching hot feeling of his sweaty body flush against yours. It was one of the best sensations you had ever felt.

You felt him exhale a relieved breath when finally you relaxed enough for him to start moving and you had to bite your lip when he bottomed out inside you.

He set a steady slow rhythm and you felt yourself melt against him.

You had never had sex in that position, but you already loved it. It allowed you to feel him completely, every ridge and vein of his cock, and every sound and whimper coming from his mouth. It was so intimate that you knew you were going to soak your panties every time you thought about it. He enveloped you completely, monopolizing your senses with his presence.

His hand moved from your hip to your breasts, massaging the skin languidly while he praised you.

“You are such a good girl. Look at you, taking me so well.” He whispered and you sobbed out a moan. His name came out of your mouth in a needy whimper that had him biting your shoulder.

You felt yourself dripping all over him and you moaned his name again.

Suddenly, he bent the arm that was laying under your neck to grasp your shoulder to keep you still and flush against him and his other hand squeezed your hip again.

His rhythm quickened until he was slamming his hips against your ass, panting heavily.

Your orgasm was around the corner and you started countering his thrusts pushing your hips against his, feeling him impossibly deep inside of you.

You were unable to utter a single word. The only thought in your brain was made up of four words that kept repeating over and over like a mantra.

I wanna be yours.

I wanna be yours.

I wanna be yours.

“I wanna be yours”

You were too lost in pleasure to notice that the voice kept echoing in your brain because you were whispering it out loud before you came.

When he heard what you were saying his nails dug into your skin and he let out a wailing scream, spilling into the condom. He kept thrusting a few seconds more bringing you both over the edge of overstimulation before he stopped.

He didn't unwrap himself from around you though, he kept you so close you felt like one.

When finally he slipped out of you, he placed a little kiss in the middle of your back.

“I'm going to get you cleaned up. Give me a second and I'll be back.” He whispered.

After a minute he was back, but you didn't hear anything. You were already fast asleep.

He cleaned you up gently and then covered you up with your bed sheets.

Then he silently left your room.

Before shutting the door, he whispered something only he could hear.

“I'd love that, pet.”

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[4pfsukuna]

Could u write a sukuna fluff where he helps reader take down her braids and do her wash day 🙈

Debrief: i loved writing these cute little 1k word sfw fluff… in sukunas way

“What is it the braids!”

“Say it again and imma punch you in the throat” you huff stabing your braid with the tip of the tail comb wishing you could stab it into something else. You regret the day you introduced your boyfriend to kendrick lamar and worse explained the kendrick and drake beef. You remember the exact moment he decided to become a fan, it was exactly one month ago.

“So he woke up and chose violence?” He ask with a wicked smirk on his face. “Just started atttacking him through the music leaving psychological scars and making everyone hate him?” He follows up and you nod bopping along to the beat of not like us playing through the speakers of your rose gold macbook. 

“Yeah a real menace but the people love him” you tell him swooping your edges with the mini cheetah print brush careful not to make it to big so you wouldnt become the next meme on social media.

“I approve” his wicked smile grows until he hears a specific part that makes his eyes light up.

But that was a month ago, and even then you were holding on to these braids and knotless werent something to hold on to. Especially with the boho hair pieces getting tangled from you and your boyfriends sex sessions no amount of swooped edges, manipulated styles or headbands could save the style.

Unfortunately he loved you with these braids, loved that you had them a maroon color. The same color of his eyes. He thinks you look like a goddess but he would never tell you that can’t have you to arrogant.

So when a white man at the grocery store tells you he loves the braids, you immediately cancel date night with your boyfriend and head home to take them down. Enough was enough and that was all the sign you needed.

Sukuna isnt happy though and why would you expect him(derogatory) to just be okay with it and leave you alone. 

“Woman, explain” he ask with an annoyed look… well he always looks annoyed, he almost misses the section in your hair, it is very small, of braids thats youve already taken out.

“A white man complimented my hair so i have to take it down” you explain and when you dont offer any further explanation except just a blank stare with a tiny pout he nods. He knew better than to ask anything about your hair.

He barges in, in his true fashion kicking off his shoes at the door before sitting where you were sat.

“Uraume is good at hair stuff… want me to call them?” He offers not sure of how to help when your mood visibly sinks further but you just shake your head. 

“No i just… its so much its going to take days and im sorry for canceling i just—“ your eyes begin to water and Sukuna doesnt know how to handle this. Hes use to his big strong girlfriend who even though shes nearly a foot shorter you werent scared of him, scared to threaten him or scared to put him in his place. You problem yelled at him more than he yelled at people plus he would never forget the day you put him in a headlock. It kinda turned him on.

“Sweetheart let me help you then, put on some of your music that you like and sit between my legs like you make your neice do when you do your hair and ill pay to get your next style, okay” he rushes out pulling you to him in a hug and he hears you sniffle. For a woman that bullied a known menace to society you could be so sensitive sometimes but he loves that. Loves when you run into his big strong arms for protection.

“Can we get food?” You sniffle into his shirt and he chuckles squeezing you tighter.

“As long as you dont get your nasty snot on my shirt” he teases making you laugh.

“What is it the—nggh! Did you just bite me?!” He hisses tugging a little rougher on one of your braids making you whine. It didnt hurt but you were so tired, your arms were in pain from holding them up so long and your neck from leaning it against his muscular and meaty thigh.

“I told you stop saying that” you hiss dropping your arms tired of sitting here your butt was hurting also there was only but so many angles you could sit in. He promised booty rubs an hour ago but you had so many braids you were never going small again.

“Ugh you are the worst client ever, youre actually never allowed back to my malevolent salon of doom” he mimics the way you play pretend with your niece over he sees you getting frustrated again and your immediate cable lets him know that was the right thing to say and he’s proud.

You run your fingers through the back of your head pretending to scratch trying to see how many he has left when you notice he’s actually completely done before a loud smack and your hand is stinging.

“Did you just pop me?!” You're shocked, and with the comb nevertheless?! Oh he was spending too much with you learning too much about you and your mannerisms.

“Yeah and ill do it again, now let me tell you about the drama that happened at the kfc outside the tattoo shop since you didn’t want to answer my calls”  he scoffs before starting on the front section of your hair.

“So i guess this guy and his boyfriend were breaking up… actually the white haired guy I’ve seen before I’m pretty sure he’s the dad of Yujis classmate… or something but the kid looks like the other boyfriend… and i think he wanted to fight?” He rambles but you’re getting lost.

“Wait, who wanted to fight, the kid?” You ask stretching your legs out infront of you with a small yawn.

“What? No, the white haired guy!” He sucks his teeth pulling your head back so your eyes are on him. “I’m not sure what you’re worse at taking out braids or keeping up with drama.”

You don’t mention that you’re going to want his help washing your hair too just let him keep talking about his kfc drama with unnamed characters and half sentences.

[cutielights]

Warnings: injury mention, Leo being Leo.

Desc: Leo x G/N reader, unspecified if human or mutant/yo’kai. Comfort, cuddles! Generally trying to feel better about the whole world ending thing. 2nd person.

A/N: Happy 300! :D 741 words

Feeling Apocalyptic

The sound of chatter accompanied by several pairs of heavy duty boots thumping by your closed door fills your ears as you slump into your sorry excuse for a bed, the mattress flipped over as the springs had started to pop. Goosebumps run up your arms, only mildly soothed by the blanket you pull around your shoulders as you lean your head back against the metal wall with a soft *thud*.

You glance at the digital clock, the dim light displaying 11:39 PM. You know you really should be asleep in this condition. The stitched gash on your side beginning to ache with every movement. Those painkillers must be wearing off.

As you close your eyes, your mind runs rampant with worries and criticisms about the apocalyptic state of the world. This bloodthirsty apocalypse event had its birthday yesterday, it’s one now, gee I bet its parents are so proud. Has it had its fun yet? People are dying by the day and supply runs are beginning to yield less and less, it’s not going to be long before we have to start charring rats on a skewer.

Sighing in frustration and throwing the thin covers off , you sit up and move to swing your legs back over the edge of the bed.

Or, you would if pain hadn’t shot up your spine, a burning sensation accompanying it and irritating the gash desperately trying to heal. This injury is still fresh, the stitches clearly visible when you lift up your shirt, some scabs preparing to form along the lower edge. There was no room left in the med bay. This injury is on the lighter side of things.

Carefully, you shift your weight to lay down on the bed, moving a pillow over your head to block out the noisy hallway. Closing your eyes, it doesn’t take long for your body to eagerly pull your consciousness down into the abyss, leaving you in a dreamless sleep.

The scent of diluted disinfectant fills your nose, cold fingers wrapping around your arm. Your body responds, eyes shooting open and arm jerking back as you lay eyes on the perpetrator.

Alas, no Kraang. Just Leo.

A tired grin graces your lips as he leans down for a small kiss, the rare, warm, embrace more than welcome in this environment.

Landing a peck on your lips, his eyes flick back up at you before he pulls away, sitting up. “Sleepy, Mi Vida?” He chuckles tiredly, deep shadows making themselves known in their bed under his eyes by the lamplight. “You should really be asleep.”

This man’s audacity. “You woke me up-“ Nevermind. “Kinda hard with a gaping gash on my side.” You cross your arms, wincing a little as the skin around said wound becomes pulled with the movement, eliciting a worried flash across Leonardo’s face before quickly regaining a playful persona.

“Oh but I could have sworn you were patched up by the best just this morning, Mi Vida, hm?” He smiles, a gentle hand tracing the irritated skin around it, cold skin soothing. “You look great for someone actively bleeding out.”

You roll your eyes at this quip, perhaps not finding it as amusing as he does. “You finished all your ‘Resistance Leader Duties’ in order to come and annoy me?” You ask, a sly smile creeping across the corners of your lips.

“No, I had some issues left,” he mumbles, leaning his forehead against yours before closing his eyes, “Raph made me stop, said he could handle it.” He pauses before tiredly chuckling once again. “It’s five AM, I hadn’t stopped. Neither had Dee, wrestled him into bed.”

Snorting at this, you grab a pillow, whacking it playfully against his head.

“Hey- what was that for?”

“You don’t know what a pillow’s for?” You tease, laughing with him. “It’s a pillow. You just said it’s five in the morning, read between the lines.”

Leo grumbles at this, shifting his position. “Fine.” He lays down with you before pulling you closer to his chest, resigning his leadership role for a few hours rest. He hums, the vibrations tickling you as he traces circles into your waist. It doesn’t take long for the movement to subtly slow, eventually coming to a full stop as sleep takes him. You look at his peaceful face before the corners of your mouth curl into a soft smile. Resting your head under his, you too, fall back asleep.

A/N: eepy. Me, it’s me, I’m eepy. May edit this even when it’s up idk, finished this at 5am

Tags: @chillingshadow @crow-the-fox @moonchhu @ghoul-with-a-gun

[academically-stupid]

Avalon | Prologue

poly!bts x male!reader | vampire!AU | reader x vampire!bts | ot7 x male!reader

Caught one night when bathing in the river by his home M/n is taken by a group of men. Realising the situation he has found himself in, M/n's number one priority is getting out of there alive. Easier said than done when you've got to get past seven bloodthirsty and ridiculously horny vampires hellbent on making him their newest blood bag.

A/N: I got inspired while reading @colormepurplex2 's series, so go show her some support!! This is my first fic so pls give me advice or write if you notice any mistakes. Yess DPR IAN is my face claim for M/n, I love this man too much. Thank you thank you, enjoy!

His hands trembled as he followed the black-haired man down the hallway, thoughts running and changing faster than his mind could keep up with. Was this it? Was this where his life would end? Not that there was much of a life to begin with, but he had so many things he had yet to do, so many sights and places he hoped he would one day be able to see, even if only for a moment.

Stopping in front of a large oak door he paused, leaving a good distance between him and his kidnappers, just what did they want with him? If they were going to kill him then do it already? Why make him wait, why prolong the inevitable?

The man in front of him sighed, causing him to freeze up. Shit. Did he say something? Has he somehow made his situation even worse by making it seem as though he had not been listening, choosing to actively ignore the all-powerful man in front of him? The man who held his very life in the palm of his hands, free to do with it as he pleased. Free to end it any way he wanted. 

“You know," he said, looking back at him "for someone who doesn’t speak, you sure do have a lot to say”. Turning around he opened the door, with the taller man begrudgingly following shortly behind.

Beautiful. Truly whoever had decorated this building- this mansion- deserved the highest of praise. Deep maroon walls surrounded him, the colour seeming to match the aura of the brooding man before him. Only one window seemed visible, and even then, the curtains that hung from the high ceilings, cascading like a bloody waterfall, seemed to cover what little light managed to fight its way through.

“Well, are you going to come in or am I going to have to pull you in here myself?” Was all he said, cocking his head slightly, as though giving him a choice. Quickly he shuffled in as fast as his feet could make him. The illusion of a choice

Sure he didn’t really think this would in any way put a stop to his inevitable doom, but maybe listening to them would make the end less painful. Even if it sounded stupid in his head, the idea of there being even the slightest chance at a painless end spurred him to bite his tongue and do as the men told him.

Sitting down on the bed that stood in the middle of the room, the centrepiece, the man gestured to the space in front of him. Too close. He wanted him far too close for his liking. But what choice did he have? 

Begrudgingly he slowly made his way towards the man. Though perhaps he was too slow because the next thing he knows he’s being pulled by the arm, tripping over his own feet, falling to his knees in front of a now annoyed vampire. Shit.

A rhetorical question. He was obviously not expecting an answer from the man kneeling before him who had yet to say a single word. Did he not know that staying silent was useless, that he could hear his thoughts over the span of an entire forest? The very thing that got him into this situation in the first place? 

‘No’ Yoongi thought to himself, letting out a deep breath of frustration. There had to be more to it.

Of all the people Namjoon could have chosen from, why had it been him who was stuck on babysitting duty? No, babysitting was the wrong word for his current situation. The way that the man in front of him carried himself. The way he kept his legs tucked underneath him, hands clasped together on his thighs, the slight tremble visible only to the perseptive eyes of him and his brothers.

This felt closer to pet sitting if anything. He had not been blind to the way that he always kept a safe distance between himself and any of the guys in the house. Sighing he got up, for once having enough of the silence. The man was quick to jump to his feet. Whether to fight, run or hide Yoongi wasn’t certain.

"Stay here," he said walking towards the door he just came from. He had heard the front door open and close shut, signaling the return of the others. "I'll be right back, and I think we both know it would be in your best interest to stay put."

And with that, the door was closed. Sealing yet another victims fate.

Yet something kept bother Yoongi, as he walked down the corridor towards his brothers study, where the rest of them were bound to already be lounging about.

Why was this new humans scent so enticing? Was it even healthy for a living breathing human being to smell that much like death? Whatever it was Yoongi knew they were going to figure it out, with or without your cooperation.

One thing was for sure though;

This was gonna be a pain.

[fan-goddess]

His pretty muse {2}

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aegon finds love looking through his camera lens while your in the other side. The issue is, you don’t know how much he truly admires your beauty

Warnings: Stalker!aegon, pervy!Aegon, low-key stalking, oblivious!reader

Story Taglist: @pearlstiare, @flrboyd, @chompchompluke, @teazlic,

Author Note: I tagged people who both asked and just showed an interest in their being a part two. If you wish to be added or removed then don’t hesitate to let me know!

Other Chapters: One, two,

Other links: My Pretty Muse Masterlist

Sadly for Aegon it did not seem that the gods were on his side, as for the next few days he didn’t run into you. Instead, he merely was content with watching you throughout those days from his ledge through his camera lens.

The more pictures he seems to take, the more he wishes to talk to you. Today you seem to wear a green two piece, and the dragon inside of him roared in appreciation for it.

Some of the pictures Aegon takes could supposedly be claimed as being “stalker like”, though is he really being a stalker when he’s just photographing his pretty muse? It’s like you where made for his camera. For him to take pictures of you. When you bend over to pick up your towel at the end of the day, aegon didn’t even think before trailing the camera and flexing a finger to take a photo or ten.

When you’ve left the beach and Aegons arrived at home, he’s goes through his photos of the day and cannot help but groan in appreciation of the shots. The one of you bending to pick up your towel is easily his favourite one, though he can’t help but think of the one where your holding your sister and their face isn’t visible holds a special place in his heart. It makes him think of what your and his child would look like if he ever gets to be with you that is. And with his experience the gods could be cruel when they want to be…

The next day Aegon goes back to his spot on the cliff with the camera hanging on his shoulders and the sun blaring down. Usually you’d be sitting a couple meters down bellow under an obnoxiously bright umbrella to keep you cool. A thing he found grateful for when the lighting worked better for the camera.

Aegon usually sets up his camera around an hour before you take your usual spot. Though when that hour is long gone and some other family takes your spot, aegon cannot seem to stop his head from spinning. The family that stole your spot has a daughter around your age, she even seems to possess a similar face, yet when he tries to take a picture he cannot even bring himself to adjust the camera from its unfocused stage. The girl, whilst being pretty yes, did not hold an inch to your natural photogenic body and aura. It makes him too annoyed to even stay on the ledge anymore, causing him to pack up his equipment with clear frustration.

Aegon wanders the town with only one thing on his mind. Finding you.

He deposits the camera equipment at home, if it could even be really called home in the first place. He slings the camera round his neck, just in case he does truly see you today. Why waste the view if he can’t capture it?

His fingers begin to cramp with the way they are poised on the capture button. Though even when it begins to slowly turn painful, he doesn’t move them in pure fear he’ll miss you. His feet though begin to move on their own. As if subconsciously he knows where to find you.

It somehow, though even after that, shocks him when he meets with you face to face when you walk out of a shop. “Oh hi?” You say with a surprised smile and a furrowed brow on your face. His fingers finally manage to unclench now that he’s near you. Now that he no longer needs to be alert waiting for your presence.

“Hey pretty girl. Fancy seeing you in town!” You don’t need to know how he practically ran around the whole town to find you.

It almost makes pride beam in his chest when he spots a splash of blush covering your cheeks. If it wasn’t deemed improper, he probably would’ve taken a picture.

“Yeah fancy that…” You look awkward, and it makes his heart beat frantically even so. He sees movement from behind you and when he peaks he sees all the kids you usually are with at the beach.

“Sissy whose this? Is this your boyfriend…” One of them teases with a smile. Aegon cannot help but feel slightly disappointed when you deny it so quickly.

“No no no he’s just a guy I met when I got our food from the chippy a couple days ago.”

“Oh he’s that guy!” One of them chirps up. That guy? He’s that guy? What even does it mean by that guy? Does this mean you talk about him? Does this mean maybe you think of his as much as he thinks of you?!

Sadly he does not get to know exactly what you mean, as your parents or maybe even grandparents call you and whisk you away from him cause of some shitty experience thing.

You do turn to him before you leave, and say “I’m sorry for them. If you want we could always grab an ice cream of something tomorrow? My family insisted we do something together as a family. They’re always like that ya know?” He doesn’t know. The only thing he’s ever done together as a family was argue over anything and everything. But still, he just nods as if he understands and smiles. “Sounds good to me pretty girl. How about I pick you up where your staying so I can give the full tour of the town? Maybe around eleven?”

You don’t know how happy it makes him when you willingly tell him where your staying. He likes you, he really does. But don’t you know about the weirdos that live in this town? Anyone could sneak up at your house late at night?

Still, he’s glad your family calls you away. Since as you walk away he gets some pretty good shots of your behind in an absolutely gorgeous dress. Though even when the dress does well to fit into your curves, Aegon cannot help but wishfully think of what’ll look like when he’s ripped it to pieces and your forced to walk around naked.

That night though, he can’t sleep. He can’t dare to close his eyes without thinking of you in that dress. Thinking of you out of that dress. Thinking of you being there with him in his bed at that very moment looking at him with teary eyes and a pout…

He’s not necessarily proud of it, nor is he feeling particularly sorry for it either though, but he finds himself walking to your holiday home still in the clothes he attempted to sleep in with his camera in his hand.

When Aegon gets to the home he’s very appreciative to find its a bungalow. As at the moment of time he does not feel like climbing, falling and having to talk to you and explain why he was climbing your house I’m the middle of the night.

His fingers begin to cramp again, most likely since he had his fingers placed on the capture button ready for him to take a couple pictures of you and run for the entire near half hour walk. Who knows though, maybe he’ll find that you wear a silky lace nightgown and need to sort himself out?

He’s sort of disappointed when he eventually finds your room. He saw either your parents or grandparents room first and it was just a stereotypical holiday home room. There was no real decoration. No clothes hanging up he could see, no little nicknacks on the side table halfheartedly put there. The only thing he could really tell belonged to them was the fucking ugly beige suitcases.

He gets only a little more lucky in the next room he peeks into. The camera gets dropped quickly when he sees whose room it is and he’s thankful for the strap that keep the camera hanging on his neck. This room seems to be the younger kids room. There’s a lot more personality in this one the last. Toys are so half-hazardously thrown that Aegon can’t help but think that soon some kid or adult is gonna step on one and shout and scream about keeping tidy.

The next room is where he hits the mother fucking jackpot. He spots you sitting in your bed right away. Your not wearing a silk nightgown like he wished, but your wearing the next best thing. Shorts and a vest.

Most of the windows in the home are open, probably due to the heat earlier. Though now the night has come the temperature dropped as-well as a light breeze taking place. At first Aegon was annoyed at it, though when he zooms in his camera to properly get a good shot of you, he thinks the gods must be on his side, as he notices your nipples have hardened from the cold and now press against the fabric of your top.

Aegon is almost worried that the sound of the camera shutter will wake you up, but it seems the sound only makes you stir before moving in another sleeping position. It’s sort of like an asleep photo shoot in a way. One of the positions you do nearly makes him groan out loud with his fist in his mouth as he feels his loose shorts grow tighter.

You’ve pushed the cover off yourself slightly, your bare legs now on full display which Aegon takes full advantage of. It nearly makes him want to climb in and take some closer shots. Nearly all the ones he attempts to take look slightly out of focus and it irritates him to no end. Though he knows he can’t go in as much as he wants to. He’s not that insane, so he leaves while he still has the ability to.

The walk back to his house is surprisingly calm, if he ignores the raging hard on that demands attention nearly every so steps. When he gets home, he wastes no time in uploading the photos to a hard drive to view on a small shitty laptop. It’s no apple MacBook, but it’ll do. He views the most recent, adding it to a special folder he’s named after you.

A twitch goes off in his pants when his eyes skim that earlier photo. Your legs in the photo don’t look as good as they do in real life. They don’t hold the same look of softness and general beauty that the real view has. Still, it’ll just have to make due until Aegon can get ahold of the real thing. You.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.23

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

"Can I move?" I asked the professor. The pain has disappeared, and my body feels strangely light and warm, almost as if a heavy burden has been lifted from me.

The professor's smile widens, and he nods gently. "Of course. It is a dangerous operation, but everything went perfectly, and there will be no scarring. However, the wound will be visible for a few more days because I stitched it up instead of just healing it, as complications may still arise, but you should not be restricted in any way."

After listening to him, I lay there for a moment longer. Can I really move after such an operation? But I gather my last bit of trust in people and slowly sit up. To my surprise, however, I don't feel any discomfort. Delighted about being pain-free, I even go so far as to stand up. This time, I don't look like a stick figure only kept intact by magic around its body. Strangely enough, I don't even have muscle problems, even though I've slept for a few days.

As my feet touch the cold ground, I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my head. I think I remember a camp for a second, but it looks strange—darker than it probably should be—and an unfamiliar, battle-hardened man stands alone before me. But he disappears as quickly as he appears.

Shaking my head, I begin to see black spots. I feel myself falling, but suddenly a pair of hands are grasping my arms. With my eyes half open, I can barely see the professor holding me. But my body feels so weak that my head falls into my neck but almost instantly snaps back to its original position as I regain my strength. For only half a second do I remember that I was shortly gone; it happened so quickly that I almost missed it.

Professor Palladium looks at me with concern, but I only shake my head as the dizziness and headache suddenly dissipate. But somehow, I feel like I've forgotten something I shouldn't have forgotten.

Even though he seems suspicious, he nods nonetheless, hands me my clothes, and tells me that someone will be waiting outside the room to bring me to my assigned bedroom, which I will live in for the next few months. I don't ask him what he means because I'm sure someone will explain it later.

Immediately after the professor leaves the room, my eyes wander around. On the side table, on a plate, are two small pillows with two perfectly round balls sitting on them. They look familiar to me, as if I've seen them before. One glows in many different colors, while the other only radiates a light blue. But where have I seen them before? As I try to remember, my feet quickly get cold. Annoyed, I push my worries away to put on my new clothes.

Pulling over my socks first, I let out a relieved sigh. Stepping into my pants, I leave them on the floor and instead grab my shirt. Pulling it over my head, I suddenly hear the door open again. Wondering if I should hide myself, I, in the end, do nothing but stand there. There is no sound. Believing the person has just left after seeing my butt naked, I roll my eyes, further annoyed that nobody has any decency to knock.

With my shirt in place and my hair sticking away in all directions possible, I turn to get my sweater and see a tall young man standing frozen in the open doorway.

“Do you mind?” I ask him, with a meaningfully raised eyebrow. He turns bright red at my suggestion. At least he's not as stupid as I first assumed. Or maybe he interpreted it differently than he should've. Who knows? His face turns bright red; he turns around without saying a word, and instead of leaving or closing the door, he merely blocks the view inside. Maybe I gave him too much credit; he seems to be as idiotic as my first impression suggested.

I quickly put on all my clothes to hide my pride, but I believe I have seen him look over his shoulder once or twice. It doesn't bother me much; it feels almost normal to have someone watching me, almost like it's happened many times before, but I can't remember why.

I shrug my shoulders, getting more annoyed by the second as endless holes appear in my memories. But this is not the right moment to force myself. I gather everything together and, to my surprise, find my successor ring right between the two strange balls. As I put it back on, I feel my heart beating a little faster, pride filling every fiber of my being.

I take the plate and finally turn with both hands full to the guy, Sky, as he calls himself, although that name doesn't suit him with his dark brown hair and warm hazel eyes.

"We can go now," I tell him as I come up right behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he winces, but quickly laughs it off and scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. But he nods.

He gives me enough room to walk past him; nevertheless, I feel his eyes on the back of my head as I go. Shortly afterward, I hear the door closing behind us and him jogging after me. As he walks alongside me at my pace, he looks down at me, as his height really should be illegal, but he quickly looks back up, and a small smile forms on his lips. Why? I have no idea, but somehow it lifts my spirits too.

We don't speak a single word the whole way to the other side of the building. He leads us straight to the front tower. As I approach it, a shiver runs down my spine, as if the temperature suddenly dropped. There's something about this place that makes me very uneasy.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable being so close to the tower?" I asked Sky from the side. Since I don't see much of a reaction, I turn away again.

"A little," he says suddenly, "but it's not bad; more like sadness, I guess?" Looking at him again, I have a different feeling about him. He might be more reasonable than I thought.

We are already at the door to the tower, but Sky is getting nervous. When I try to talk to him about it, he suddenly opens the door as if something would jump out from inside. But nothing happens, which makes me wonder why he has become so nervous.

He is the first to enter the room, and I follow close behind. Since I don't see anyone else in the large room, I sit down on one of the four beds, which are loosely separated by half-walls and look like they were made hastily.

“Where are all the others?“

"After your fights with the specialists and Stella, our teachers decided to turn this into a regular training camp," he tells me. Changing the subject completely. "Both schools want you to join them after you showed your talent." A small blush grows on my cheeks at the compliment: "But honestly, where did you learn to fight like your life was at stake?"

I look at him with wide eyes, not understanding his questions. The only fight I remember was before I fell unconscious, so what could he mean? Especially since the Red Fountain Academy, is for specialists and, as far as I know, I can only use my fairy magic.

Sky seems oddly assertive about it, but I can't answer him, so we only stare at each other for some time while he leans against a desk that's quite high, probably for him, since he's the tallest person I've seen there.

After a few moments, I have to break eye contact because I'm getting uncomfortable. Instead, I avert my gaze; they land on the other two beds that are impossible to miss, and I turn back to Sky to ask him about our roommates. But at that very moment, the room door opens. My eyes jump over immediately, but all the blood drains from my face when I see the two boys stumbling in. They laugh and shove each other slightly, only to look into the room and see me. Their faces twist, but instead of disgust, there is something else that almost looks like remorse.

My gaze darts back to Sky, searching for an answer to my unspoken question. But he only looks away, ashamed. With my mouth open, I jump back to my feet and look from Sky to the other two. No matter how many times I do this, I don't get an answer, nor does this feeling of betrayal growing inside me go away.

"You can't be serious!" I yell without hesitation. My fists are clenched and pressed at my sides. I want to bury them like they deserve. But Brandon and Riven look shocked, as if they can't believe my outburst. How ridiculous. "You're forcing us all to share a room when you know they tortured me? Sky, you saw it yourself! So why would you betray me like that?"

The brown-haired giant couldn't look me in the eye and instead turned away from me completely. His behavior forces me to turn to the other two, who look even more shocked. Their attempt to feign innocence disgusts me so much that I can't stand it anymore. I give Sky one last look of pure anger before storming between Brandon and Riven, shoving them out of the way with my shoulders.

When I get to the door, I rip it open, wanting to say more and humiliate them further, but I bite my tongue and slam the door behind me instead. The next moment, I hear their voices behind the closed door, but I ignore their words and walk away.

Even though I have no idea where to go, I wander around until I end up back in the round front foyer, with a large mosaic on the floor and a dome-shaped ceiling. I saw nothing of this when I first entered the building. I can only assume that since the building now has extensive magic, it probably changes its appearance according to its wishes.

What really catches my attention are the doors, or rather, what is beyond them. Through the open doors, I see a group of specialists in training battles, but behind them are hundreds and hundreds of meters of stone walls throughout the forest region. I completely forgot about the fight with Stella and the things I had to pull out to avoid losing within the first ten seconds.

Groaning, my body slumps a little. It feels like a walk of shame as I step outside. The sun shines on me, warming my miserable heart just enough to keep my emotions from erupting. Outside, I step on a stone path. I'm pretty sure the area around the house looks different than it did when we arrived, which reinforces my belief that the building is changing things.

Still close enough to the building, I lean against it and pretend to watch the specialists fight, but in reality, I place my hand on the building behind me. Almost immediately, I hear a happy voice ring through my head. I can't suppress a small smile as I hear the pure joy in the voice.

It babbles about all the improvements it can make since I have combined my magic with the building's core. I've never heard anyone thank me so much in my life. It tells me at length about the stone paths it built, from the school building to the training ground to the paths to the other schools it renovated.

Before I can even ask about the stone platform occupying the middle of the once-open field where the specialists are currently training, the building is already talking about it. It mentions that the guys wished for something like this because the platform I fought Stella on was heavily damaged.

I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt to hear that I damaged something this old. Even though the old training ground was already in pretty bad shape, it was more than unnecessary for me to destroy it. When the House mentioned the unnecessary destruction of a large part of the territory that it controls, I could only hang my head in shame.

I silently apologize to the building, but thank it for the information. It also thanks me for sharing my magic with it, so I push myself off the wall and break our connection.

With slow steps, I walk across the large vacant space with fresh, healthy grass beneath my feet and wander straight to the specialists' training point, where two guys, probably second-years, are showing the first-years how to do mock combat. Although no one looks new to combat, it is still a beautiful sight, especially in their skin-tight tracksuits.

Never in my life have I found it so difficult not to look below a man's belt. Despite my attempts, I can't prevent the odd glance at the small and large mountains hugged by their tracksuits. I can imagine myself touching their flawless backsides. It's simply cruel of them to show off those mountains so blatantly.

Shaking my head, I once again try to avert my eyes. These tracksuits should be banned. Honestly? I've never seen a troop train like that. And if my guards did something similar, I'd punish them with five times as much training.

[Masterlist]

[cuntstroworld]

Tainted

TW- This is a fan made fiction based on a the character Taiju Shiba, I do not condone anything I write in this story. Read at your own risk and enjoy.

The follow story includes

Choking

Fear play

Slapping

Degradation

Crying

Face smushing

Manipulation

Sex in public places

Sex in Religious places

Things from the Bible

“Please father forgive me for I have sinned” Sitting in front of the priest, I put my hands in my lap toying with the hem of my skirt. Raising my head up ever so slightly I could see the small cross around his neck. The silence was deafening only having the slightest sound from the ticking clock that sat on his desk, the only voice that could be heard was the sound of my own self-conscious telling me to say something. Opening my mouth to speak I hear him speak first.

“Own up to your sins and say it out loud for God’s forgiveness” His voice deep with seriousness made me look up at him, I usually would talk with one of the nuns but Father was my last resort. He was a very scary looking man, the rumors about him only made him look scarier. I nod my head at him as I slightly clutched the cross around my neck “um..well I’ve been having thoughts again.” Avoiding his gaze I looked around the room for something I could look at before saying what I was about to say.

“It’s rude to not look at the person you’re talking to.” The vibrations of his voice echoed in my ear. I could hear him standing up, the sound of his footsteps thumping against the hardwood floor of the office stopping at the window on the left side of the room. He closed the blinds and turned on a small lamp that sat on his desk illuminating the room with its bright light.

I watched him walk over to the bookshelf and pull out a bible, coming back over to me he dropped the heavy book on the wooden desk “Read chapters Matthew 5:28 it talks about those thoughts you so famously have” both of his hands on the desk his necklaces dangling on the side of my face, I could hear his slow yet steady breathing in my ear as I opened the book, and flipped through the contents of the chapters.

“Chapters Matthew 5:28.. um it says” I make sure to read it in my mind before saying it out loud, for some strange reason I looked over at him just to actually see how close he was to me. Jumping slightly there he was staring directly into my eyes, it was as if he knew about my thoughts before I even got to tell him myself. The more I stared at him the more I realized how big Father Shiba was.

“Don’t just sit there and look stupid read it.” Father Shiba’s voice sounded annoyed, so I looked over at the Bible verse. His hand quickly covered it “no you already proofread it now say it” the palms of my hands grew sweaty from nervousness “But Father if I may we haven’t really gone over this” his eyebrows furrow the vein on his forehead showing visible from his impatience in my stalling.

Shutting up I tried my hardest to remember what I just read “But I say to you—um.. that everyone…” stumbling over the words I felt my body jerk out of the chair I sat in, letting a quick yelp I felt something latch onto my throat. My reflexes weren’t fast enough to comprehend what just happened to me, a sharp pain could be felt on my arm as I looked around the room.

“Did you know y/n the eyes are the gateway to the soul.” Listening to him I looked into his eyes, his hand around my neck squeezed tighter, my free hand grabbed his hand trying to pry it away. His body towering over mine, he backed me up against his desk. Vision blurred from the lack of airflow and now being blocked from my tears.

“Please—I’m so sorry” his body language showed no signs of being forgiving. He quickly overpowered me shoving me onto the desk “Tell me is the temptation getting to you again? I thought I took care of these thoughts last time.” Sobbing I felt his knee pushing open my legs, his hand let go of my arm.

Taiju’s Pov

“Lord please forgive me for I am about to sin..” I looked down at the smaller woman, my grip still tight around her neck. Leaning down I took in her smell, she smelled pure like lavender leaving a soft aura of silence, devotion, and serenity. Looking at her face made the bulge in my pants twitch hastily.

Tears scattered down her cheeks, as I sat back up I noticed her clutching tightly onto her cross losing my grip from her neck. I look down at her skirt, lifting it up slowly. “temptation is what all sinners like you are going to hell for, do you wanna go to heaven y/n?” I looked at her nod her head yes “yes father I wanna go to heaven”

Listening to her voice so pure and beautiful like music to my ears, letting go of her neck she let out a deep breath coughing as I looked down at her. “Is doing this worth going to hell over” I looked in between her legs a soft wet spot coated her panties.

Grabbing her face forcing her to look at me I spoke softly as I stared down at her “You’re not stupid so don’t play stupid games with me You’re a slut y/n and sluts like you who commit sins like adultery burn in the deepest pits of hell” My thumb pressed against her clothed clit, rubbing the fabric on the bud slowly.

She whimpered when I changed directions from circling to up and down “God didn’t bring you back to me y/n, put you in this position, made you have those thoughts and feelings. It was Satan, I’m only doing what God tells me too—you have been tainted.” her eyes laid on the ceiling and both hands now clutching onto her cross repeating the last word I spoken “I have been tainted”

Moving her panties to the side I used her slick coating to slip my fingers in slowly, I watched as her mouth opened and her back arched against my desk. “I’ll fix you..because God told me to fix you y/n you’ve been tainted by satanic Spirits” she grinds on my fingers her eyes low “this isn’t right Father…” I let out a deep sigh.

I couldn’t believe she had the audacity to fix her lips to say something like that, quickly grabbing her face squeezing her cheeks, I leaned into her spreading her legs opened as I kept pumping my fingers into her using my thumb to stimulate her delicate clit “this isn’t right Father” I mocked her tone staring her right in the eyes “If it isn’t right then why do you keep inching your legs open for more? Why are you grinding on my finger Y/n?”

She stammered and hesitated to give me an answer to my non ending questions making her cry again, repeating the same words over and over again. “I am tainted”

Eyes red and puffy she nodded her head as her eyes looked at me “I wanna be saved…please I can’t go to hell Father— please I don’t wanna be tainted anymore please save me” she sounded scared clutching that cross I almost started to feel bad for her.

Y/n’s Pov

his words seemed harsh yet true, after the first time; he's helped me as much as he could, I feel as if I'm throwing all my forgiveness away just to feel his touch on my skin, but he was built up to provide and help the sinned. I wanted him to myself, I needed him to be mine. “Father—Taiju..” I wanted to feel his presence in me, his fingers hooking inside me cutting off my speech.

Moaning as his fingers pumped in and out of me, my hands started to hurt from all of the pressure that I inflicted from clinging to my cross. I wouldn’t dare let go in fear of being tainted any further, his finger pressed that same spot that he touched last time.

Arching my back more, my eyes met with the huge painting of Jesus. It felt as if he was judging me, my eyes watered from the feeling of my climax edging closer “I’m so close..” I said as I let out a deep sigh, I was almost there before the sensational feeling suddenly came to an halt.

“Sit up” Taiju said as he took his fingers out of me feeling a little disappointed I sat up and looked at him “Why did you stop? I thought you wanted to help me.” My voice sounded annoyed and bitchy. His eyes glared at me “I thought god said to help” before I could get the rest of my sentence out, a stinging pain on my cheek, tears beginning to fall again as I looked at him.

“You dare question me?? You question God's judgment of me? Fine then stay tainted and burn in hell” his voice was loud and strong, it looked as if he was turning away from me. Hopping off the desk I got on my knees and started begging. “Please don’t leave me here I won’t question you again- Taiju Please just save me from being tainted” I held onto his pants legs staring at my cross dangling in front me.

I felt my body being lifted off the ground as I was placed back on the desk but this time I met eyes with the same painting. “Don’t you dare question my judgment about what God has me to do.” His whole body weight pushed up against me making me nod in agreement with him, I didn’t speak much after that slap.

Touching the side of my face where he slapped me felt weirdly warm but has a numbing effect on it. I’m sure I’ll feel the pain later on in the day, his weight lifted off of me and my skirt being lifted up again, my panties hanging onto my ankle, I heard his pants unbuckle and unzip. An airy drop from his pants could be heard as they fell to the floor.

His fingertips were rough as he grabbed my waist, he slowly lifted my leg up onto to the desk “I want you to think about the sin you have committed by coming here today y/n” he slowly pushed inside of me I heard small grunts and groans, I couldn’t look at that painting anymore so I held my head down.

Taiju’s Pov

She felt warm on the inside. I felt bad for lying to her but I needed this more than she needed it, I watched as she held her head down while I pushed my length inside her. She too was looking at the painting, almost judging me for lying to the girl, but I didn’t care about that. I wanted her for myself, to not be judged by others.

I wanted to be the only one to touch her, I pushed myself into her fully groaning in the process, she was clenching around me already “lord forgive me for this..” I whispered quietly as I stiffed into motion. Her moans sounded like moans of an Angel, giving me the momentum to make her finish.

I parted her ass with my hands and watched my cock disappear and reappear as I thrusted in her “Taiju..save me from this sin..” my name rolled off her tongue so smoothly, I liked that sound. I only liked it when she said it. I was zoned out. I didn't even notice I picked up speed, huffing I pushed her head into the desk making her moan louder.

The sound of skin slapping together quickly increased, I couldn’t control myself, drilling deeper into her, grunting I grabbed her hair pulling her closer to me, wrapping my hand around her neck I made her look at the painting. I sat my head on her shoulder “you’re doing this for him.. so look at it and beg for his forgiveness.” I was close and I could tell she was close as well. She clenched around me like crazy.

3rd person Pov

Y/n held onto the desk as Taiju’s grip tightened around her neck, pounding into her cunt she choked on her own moans as she tried to speak. Both looking at the painting, Y/n finally reached her max. Legs weak she cried as she asked for forgiveness “Lord please forgive me for all of my sins… I am a sinner and I don’t deserve your forgiveness but please forgive me” she begged as her orgasm took over her body.

Taiju was satisfied with her performance and came to his max as well, the sensation in his sack came quickly. He held her tighter, shoving himself in her deeper, moaning together as the sounds of their climax’s rhythm began flowing through the air, the both ended the night finishing together.

[caspersickfanfics]

For @monthofsick day 11: Totally drained/Exhausted

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Warnings: Vomiting, panic, trauma/trauma response, ptsd, passive self harm in the form of deliberately not caring for one's body

This went a bit off script - I apologize if it's not what you were looking for, anon, but I really hope you enjoy it anyway!

Anon asked:

I know that someone recently requested a sick Cyno one so I fully if this wouldn’t fit, but I was thinking about a cynari one with sick Cyno for the prompt totally drained/exhausted? Maybe Cyno has come back from a long job, and is just worn out from it all, that his stomach is rejecting food or maybe got poisoned or something. His stomach is just…so upset and Tighnari won’t allow him to simply “power through”

Cyno stumbles up to Tighnari’s home in the middle of the day. He’s not surprised that the forest watcher is out; he’s often quite busy with his duties, and he takes his job seriously. 

Any other day, Cyno would join him and offer his assistance. Just this once, though, he sits just outside of the small hut, and trembles. It’s a bit torturous right now, to be still. Every so often, he gets up and paces, in spite of his aching muscles and tired body. Cyno scouts the area for danger once, twice, too many times to track. He is annoyed with himself and with his body, impatient to see Tighnari and more overwhelmed with each shallow breath. As much as he hates to admit it, Cyno is aware that in his current state, he would only be a distraction - or worse, a burden.

Tighnari finds him there, hours after his arrival. It’s dark enough that, even squinting, it’s hard to make out Cyno’s face. Though his posture relaxes somewhat at the forest watcher’s presence, something still something seems off. Tighnari ushers him inside for a better look.

The lamps illuminate a sorry state that the setting sun did not: Cyno is visibly exhausted. The bags under his eyes could just as easily be bruises. They’re so dark that it compels Tighnari to touch them, only for Cyno to violently flinch away. 

They both freeze. Tighnari blinks. That’s never happened before. In the privacy of their home in Gandharva Ville, Cyno has always basked in physical contact, seeming to need it as he does air. Now, he pulls away further, eyes wide, and trembles harder. His shoulders bunch up by his ears. When an ashamed apology slips from Cyno’s lips, it makes Tighnari’s breath catch. He shakes his head.

“No,” he says, pulling gloved hands behind his back. “It was my bad. I’ll brew us some tea.”

Cyno nods absently. He’s barely listening, Tighnari can tell. Hopefully the tea will help. Even the quiet pop of the stove clicking to life makes the matra jump.

“I’m just tired,” Cyno says, uncharacteristically defensive. “You were out for so long today.” Tighnari nods placatingly and stays thoughtfully silent as he waits for the tea to brew.

Once it’s ready, Tighnari moves slowly, and says Cyno’s name quietly to get his attention. He still startles, but accepts the mug with both hands and a quiet thanks.

The matra stays standing while they drink their tea. It’s painful to watch. His legs look too shaky to hold him on, the lines of his face drawn and tense at the effort. Tighnari should probably ask him when he last slept. He doesn’t. Instead:

“Did you wait long when you got here?”

Cyno shrugs and avoids his eyes, telling Tighnari everything he needs to know.

“You silly man,” Tighnari huffs. “Why didn’t you go in and rest?”

He doesn’t get much of a response. Another shrug. They finish their drinks in silence, Tighnari’s eyes traversing Cyno’s body, calculating and evaluating his needs. There’s a flush across his cheeks, and Tighnari wonders if he’s managed to catch a cold. It’s an unusual event, considering Cyno’s healthy constitution, but lack of sleep could certainly have made him more susceptible. 

Fortunately, the tea seems to be doing its job. Cyno’s eyelids droop, some of the tension in his muscles fading away. He doesn’t protest when Tighnari asserts that they’ll do the dishes in the morning. It’s unnatural, keeping his distance, but Tighnari is careful to give the other man his space as they transition to the bedroom.

Once they’re under the covers, Cyno speaks quietly. “Nari. You can touch me. I’m not– I’m not afraid of you.”

His breath is still coming in short, erratic huffs, making Tighnari hesitate. He hums softly, so Cyno knows he’s heard, and turns to face him. Cyno is turned away, and Tighnari aches to hug him, can guess that’s what Cyno would like as well, but then he sees a shiver run through him. He has to make sure.

“What do you want?”

The answer comes quick, with an edge of desperation. “Little spoon. Please.”

Tighnari is all too happy to comply. Never to this extent, but it has happened in then past that, after a particularly taxing job, Cyno needs some help with calming down. This part is familiar to Tighnari. He curls around his partner, chest pressed to back. His hand comes to rest over Cyno’s heart, and he can feel it pounding relentlessly.

“Tachycardia,” Tighnari mumbles, counting each beat. Definitely too fast, but not enough to require a trip to the Bimarstan. Not yet, at least. “For how long?”

Cyno makes a noise that sounds both pleading and irritated. “It’s okay, Nari. Just need to sleep.”

There’s little Tighnari can do at this point, so he lets it go. He snuggles in, pressing his nose against Cyno’s nape and clutching him tighter. He forces himself to stay awake; sheer willpower has him blinking his eyes open multiple times until he feels Cyno’s heart calm and his breathing even out. He presses a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

“Sweet dreams,” he murmurs, finally allowing himself to drift off as well.

–––

Cyno’s mind is not kind to him. He had hoped that Tighnari’s presence would calm his nerves, and it did, but only temporarily. He still wakes no more than 2 hours later with tears on his cheeks and a conviction that he’d done something horrific. He checks Tighnari over for injuries in a haze, his head pounding and stomach swirling. It’s fear, though he hates to admit it.

He wishes he couldn’t remember the last time he was this tired, but he can. He was about 12. Back then, he was…

Cyno bites his cheek, hard. He pushes the thoughts from his mind. If there was a time when he was a monster, then so be it. If the monster still resides with in him, then he will simply refuse to let it rise up again.

Though his brain is ready to move, his body is not. Cyno turns slowly out of Tighnari’s grip so as to avoid waking him with his once again racing heart. He’d like to prevent further questions about that. He doesn’t want to confess that it’s been like this for days. 

It truly is a relief to have gotten some rest. Tighnari has a uniquely calming presence on him, and for a while, it’s bearable to just lay there. Cyno tries to manage his breathing, tries to keep his mind blank or thinking about the forest watcher beside him. It works, until it doesn’t.

He hoists himself up with great effort, reassured when the pain shooting through his muscles brings clarity to his mind.

Then, he keeps himself occupied.

First it’s tidying the hut. Just little things, here and there - nothing that would be loud enough to wake a sleeping fox. Once he’s done as much as he can, Cyno slips outside. It’s dark, with only the moon and stars brightening the sky, but he’s long since learned to navigate without relying on light.

He finds a peaceful field nearby and trains his body, a familiar routine that is frustratingly more difficult than normal, until the sun starts to rise and the town starts to wake. His body aches. His head pounds. Cyno wanders the village and helps the older folks who rise early with their morning chores, and then he helps the older folks who slept in with theirs. One of them asks if he’s alright, and Cyno blames his wilting appearance on the forest’s humidity.

It’s still early when he returns to the hut. He plans to make breakfast in exchange for Tighnari’s hospitality, but the forest watcher is waiting for him in the doorway. From a distance, he looks annoyed. As Cyno draws closer, his expression changes to one of disbelief.

“Oh, archons,” Tighnari breathes, looking at him like he’s seen a ghost. When Cyno tries to look back, there are suddenly three Tighnari’s in front of him. Hm. That can’t be good.

“Cyno, sit down.” He sounds distinctly exasperated, “Do you even know what you look like right now?”

“Probably like a very strong, intelligent, and admirable human,” Cyno quips. 

Tighnari glares, ignoring the joke entirely. “Did you sleep at all?”

“Yes,” Cyno says, and perhaps he responded too quickly, because Tighnari’s eyes narrow keenly.

“How long?” It’s a demand more than it is a question. Cyno can’t help but hesitate. He knows Tighnari sees right through him, but suddenly his brain just isn’t working right.

“Don’t worry, Nari,” he mumbles. He tries to think of something reassuring. “I’m fine. I’ve been helping the villagers all morning.”

The concern in Tighnari’s face morphs into something more akin to horror. He shakes his head. “Get in bed.”

“I’m going back to work in a few hours.”

“You’re hilarious. Bed. Now.”

“At least let me make you breakfast.”

“Absolutely not.” Tighnari has been working himself up into a fury, and it’s alright - this is how Tighnari responds to worry. But then his face falls. Utter devastation mars his delicate features. Cyno trembles. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know how to fix this. Tighnari, bravely, forges on.

“Do you– do you know that you’re hurting yourself right now?”

Cyno flinches away. Something aches, more than his muscles, deep in his soul. It swirls his stomach. He wants to sleep. He wants to relax. He wants Tighnari to smile and lie around in bed with him all day.

He cannot let Tighnari get hurt.

Unbidden, the vision from Cyno’s nightmares is superimposed on top of the forest watcher before him. It’s gone in an instant, but the damage has been done. Heat washes over his body and tremors run violently through him. Tighnari’s eyes widen, and then he disappears from Cyno’s vision. 

The matra manages a choked noise of protest. He wants to follow, but his feet are held frozen in place by an overpowering wave of nausea. He doubles over, retching, and Tighnari reappears, bucket in hand. Cyno grasps at it. He coughs uncontrollably until hot, burning liquid shoots into the container, a revolting splatter against plastic. There’s just barely time for a moan before he’s being sick again, choking on a few chunks of undigested food until they’re carried forward by another gush of puke.

“That’s it. You’re okay.” Tighnari’s voice is thready and strained. “You’re safe.”

He certainly doesn’t feel it. Cyno would’ve liked to remain standing, but his legs give out. Tighnari catches him by the waist and guides him to the floor as Cyno continues gagging and heaving. His head feels heavy, ballooning bigger and bigger with each heave, and the ground is shaking beneath him. There’s a moment of relief when Tighnari’s cool hand finds his forehead, but then it draws away with a curse.

“I shouldn’t have let you go out this morning,” Tighnari mumbles. As if it’s his fault. Cyno’s stomach squeezes, wringing itself out all the more forcefully and emptying into the bin.

He doesn’t remember leaning into Tighnari, but when the retching comes to a stop, Cyno realizes that he’s practically in his lap. Queasy tremors continue to run through him, but his heart is finally slowing. Tighnari holds him without complaint. He gives him time to catch his breath, waits as he burps again and again, bringing up a few more pathetic streams of bile, catches him a second time when Cyno slumps against him.

“Did you know you had a fever?” Tighnari asks eventually. Cyno just shakes his head. He’s spent, 100%. He doesn’t move when Tighnari’s hand falls over his heart.

“It seems… better. How are you feeling?”

It takes a moment to find words again, but Tighnari waits. “I didn’t do it on purpose, Nari,” he croaks. “I just can’t–” He squeezes his eyes shut, awful memories on the edge of his vision again. Tighnari hums.

“Tell me, Cyno. You can’t keep bottling it up.”

He’s right. Cyno knows it. And Tighnari knows about his past, he’s fine with it. Still. There’s a difference between knowing his monstrous history and finding out that he still carries the beast with him. That it’s with them, ready to attack, every night in bed. That Cyno can’t guarantee it won’t get out in the moment when he’s weakest. When he’s tired. When he’s sick. Cyno whimpers. He doesn’t know how to tell Tighnari this, and he doesn’t know if he should.

“You’re scared of something,” Tighnari whispers knowingly. “That’s okay. I’m scared of things, too.”

Yes, Cyno thinks, but not of me.

The thought has him lurching for the bucket again. His throat grates as he heaves, repeatedly, until he manages to weakly cough up a few splashes of bile. He’s so exhausted. And Tighnari is so sweet. It pains him, but Tighnari deserves to know. Cyno wipes an arm across his mouth.

“I could hurt you.” His voice sounds small even in his own ears. He knows Tighnari heard. He must have. And yet, when there’s no big reaction, when he doesn’t jump away or even tense up, Cyno second-guesses. “Did you hear me, Tighnari? I said–”

Tighnari snorts. As if he’s laughing. Defiance flares and Cyno’s fists ball up. When he speaks, Tighnari sounds entirely unfazed. “I heard you. You have seen my ears before, Cyno, haven’t you?”

Cyno squirms, irritated and planning to remove himself from Tighnari’s lap until a hand presses down firmly on his chest. “I heard you, Cyno,” Tighnari tries again, his voice serious, now. “And I don’t mean to dismiss your concerns, but really. I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be,” Cyno says darkly, but Tighnari is shaking his head before he finishes speaking. 

“I know what childhood was like for you. I know it was difficult, and painful, and scary, and that you think you hurt people. But I also know it wasn’t your fault. You were a child.”

“I’m a monster.” The words slip out and send a clawing fear up Cyno’s throat. Tighnari holds him tighter, and nothing else happens. Tears flood Cyno’s eyes. “Tighnari, I– I’m a–”

“No,” Tighnari says firmly. “You are not. I trust you. The villagers trust you. Collei, who trusts few others, trusts you. Sumeru trusts you.”

Cyno wants to protest. They’ve all made a mistake. They shouldn’t. They don’t know what could happen, the risk–

“Please, Cyno, trust our judgement, for once. Just a little bit. Just for today.”

And it’s… Not a fix. It doesn’t obliterate Cyno’s fears, doesn’t make him feel wholly human. But something fizzles out, like a balloon deflating through a single pinprick. Cyno does not give his trust out easily, but for nearly as long as they’ve known each other, Tighnari has held it gently in clawed hands, never so much as threatening to scratch it.

Perhaps he’s simply too tired to maintain the tension that’s kept him awake for so long, and it will be just as bad tomorrow, but Cyno doesn’t think so. Dazed, but hopeful, for the first time in nearly half a week, Cyno nods. Tighnari smiles, and Cyno can breathe a little freer.

“Okay,” says the keeper of Cyno’s trust. He stands and takes Cyno up with him, cradled in his arms. Safe. Almost whole. It’s good enough, at least for now. “Let’s get you back to bed, then. When you wake, we’ll play a game of cards, if you want.”

Cyno mumbles something unintelligible into Tighnari's chest and falls into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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╭₊˚ ๑︰Loud Music, No Thoughts ๑ ꒱

✧.* featuring: yn being tasked with distracting Tweek while Craig is away for the weekend leading to them showing him a new form of stress relief

✧.* tags: college au, comedy, established relationship (tweek x craig)

✧.* Characters: tweek tweek, craig tucker

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"What do you mean 'I'm in charge of Tweek'?"

Craig sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as though he weren’t the one dropping his boyfriend on me for the weekend without asking me beforehand. I’m not sure why he gets to be the annoyed one in this situation. I’m the one who thought they were being invited to a coffee hang with their friend only for it to turn into a job request. 

“I mean, I need you to watch him this weekend.”

“Isn’t that literally your job?”

“Yes, but my family’s annual camping trip is this weekend and it’s strictly family. So you need to hang out with Tweek until I get back.”

“Why do I need to watch over a literal adult?” I asked, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair, confused as to why this was my problem.

“Because he gets freaked out every year when I go and doesn’t sleep until I’m back because he assumes a bear is going to maul me in my sleep.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“So you have to distract him.”

“And how exactly do I do that?”

Craig shrugged, “I don’t know, just hang out with him or something.”

“Very descriptive, thank you for putting so much care into ensuring your boyfriend rests well this weekend.” I said in a deadpan voice, staring at him blankly. 

“Can you actually shut the fuck up.”

I straightened in my chair, looking at Craig with an aghast expression. 

Is he really going to ask me to babysit his boyfriend that I barely talk to then bitch at me about it? 

“Oh? What was that?” I asked, looking down at a fake watch on my wrist then looking back to Craig with a pout, “Sorry, I think my weekend just filled up-”

“Come on, yn.” Craig tried to protest but I continued the act.

“What was that?” I lifted my phone up to my ear, pretending to take a call, “I’m getting a call from Kenny? He wants to have a Mario Party marathon all weekend?” I lowered the phone and looked at Craig with an exaggerated apologetic frown, “Sorry, dude. It looks like I’m busy this weekend. If only someone had said please when asking me to babysit their anxiety ridden boyfriend instead of being asshole of the month-”

“Okay, fine!” Craig shouted, averting his eyes while his hands gripped the bottom of his sweatshirt as though it physically pained him to consider asking nicely, “Will you please hang out with Tweek this weekend?” His eyes darted to my face to catch a glimpse of my reaction before looking away quickly.

I made a show of pondering the request, tapping my finger on my chin and letting out many inquisitive “hmmmm”s. It's not often that THE Craig Tucker asks for something nicely and I wanted to savor the moment in its entirety, but the longer I drew out the bit, the more visible annoyed Craig became. I gave a final inquisitive hmmm before turning back to Craig with a smirk, shrugging my shoulders as I agreed to help.

“Yeah, sure. How hard can it be?”

—

“No Tweek, Craig’s not going to drown while attempting to catch salmon with his bare hands. I don’t even think he knows what a salmon looks like.”

Turns out it is very hard.

 I arrived at Tweek Bros Coffee at 12:30 pm. It was currently 1:43 pm and I've run out of things to do. I brought coloring books but Tweek kept breaking the colored pencils then freaking out about said broken colored pencils. I brought Yahtzee! but Tweek couldn’t figure out how to shake the dice without sending them flying across the cafe. I didn’t even try the Uno deck I’d brought. I only brought it because I genuinely didn’t know much about Tweek and if Yahtzee! wasn’t his thing, I didn’t see Uno being any better. 

So here we sat, awkwardly avoiding eye contact at a table as Tweek continued to spiral about the various terrible things that could be happening to Craig on his trip. I had never spent much time with Tweek one-on-one. We’d mixed in a group just fine but the dynamic shift was throwing me off as much as it seemed to throw him off. 

Tweek’s leg bounced at sonic speed as a hand tapped on the table with a similar rhythm. His eyes darted around the cafe, focusing on different spots for a second before moving to the next. Anywhere but on me. He’d worn one of Craig’s sweatshirts today, probably as a way to try and calm himself down even if it was a futile attempt, and his other hand twisted the aglet of the hood’s drawstring. 

If I hooked him up to a hamster wheel, he could power the whole city for a week. 

I shook off the idea. Craig probably wouldn’t approve of me utilizing his boyfriend’s manic energy to generate clean energy.

“So…” I started, trailing off as Tweek snaps his head in my direction, not knowing where I was going now that I had his attention. “What do you and Craig normally do?” 

“Well, we usually watch movies or-” He cut off momentarily as a twitch shook his head, “Or he helps me bake something. But now he won’t be able to help me bake if his car is hit by an avalanche on the way back-”

Oh god, not again. 

“But that’s not going to happen because they’re going in the opposite direction of the mountains!” I quickly retorted. Tweek’s tense shoulder’s didn’t relax from the response, only pausing his most recent spiral until the next thought crossed his mind. 

The awkward silence returned as I wracked my brain for something we could do other than sit here and play verbal tennis with Tweek’s anxiety for the next 48 hours. 

I could text Jimmy, Tolkien, and Clyde? Maybe they’ll be better at this than me? Hell, anyone would be better than me at this. 

“Do you listen to any music?” I asked. As much as I hated small talk, if Tweek and I are spending the next two days together I might as well take the opportunity to get to know him more. 

Tweek shook his head. But with the twitching it looked more like a rapid shake to get water out of your ear. “Not really. I’ve tried listening to lofi or classical music to relax but it’s always so quiet that I can’t help but think about everything that’s bothering me.”

As he spoke, the hand on the table stopped tapping as quickly and his gaze slowed it’s constant jumping. His leg still moved like a rabbit but it seemed he’d forgotten about Craig’s impending doom in favor of music for a brief moment,

Bingo.

“Dude yeah, that’s because you shouldn’t be listening to chill music if you don’t want to think.” I said, jumping at the first conversation topic which seems to have distracted him. Tweek turned to look at me, eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean? Craig said that calm music is the best way to calm down-” His eyes widened as he remembered Craig was currently camping his way to death. 

Fuck get him back before he spirals again!

“What I mean,” I began, putting both hands on the table to grab Tweek’s attention, “is that when you don’t want to think, you need to listen to loud songs so that you can’t think.”

“How does that even work? If I can’t think then I’m not sentient and if I’m not sentient then am I even human-” I cut Tweek off, pulling out my headphones and connecting them to my phone. 

“Here, let me show you.” I put my headphones in his hand, guesting for him to put them in when he stared at me with blank eyes. Once Tweek secured the headphones in his ears, I queued up my favorite ‘life is too much, I need to scream’ songs starting with the classic I’m Not Okay by My Chemical Romance. I made sure the volume was nice and high then sat back to let Tweek experience the true serotonin boost of loud music, no thoughts. 

As the song played, I observed Tweek’s movements. Or more accurately, the lack of movement. His leg’s bouncing slowed before eventually coming to a stop. The hand which has incessantly tapped an unknown tune on the table switched to following the familiar beat of the song. His head even began to slowly bob to the music, the once erratic rise and fall of his chest slowing to a natural pace. 

Oh my god. I fixed Tweek.

The song came to an end and Tweek remained in his spot, staring into the distance as if in a trance. A small grin snuck onto my face at the sight of the usually jumpy man finally relaxing. 

“So, how’d you like it?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the table in a mimicry of a drumroll. Tweek snapped out of his trance, turning to me with a surprisingly calm expression. His eyebrows weren’t permanently furrowed and his shoulders seemed to finally relax from their permanent stiff position below his ears. 

“Do you have more?” He answered with a question. 

I quickly nodded, opening my phone and beginning to scroll through music as I spoke, “Oh yeah, I have a ton more!” I glanced up at Tweek, “Do you want to listen to more?” I asked, hoping his question wasn’t misunderstood. 

Tweek nodded, “You’re right about the music being louder than your thoughts.” He raised a hand to his head, threading it through his blonde locks as his voice dropped to a quieter volume, “I couldn’t hear my own voice. I don’t think I’ve ever not been able to hear my voice in my head.” He snuck a glance in my direction as if to see if I’d noticed the mutterings. I flashed him a smile, hoping to reassure whatever inkling inside of him that it was okay.

“That’s the best part about loud music. You get a moment to sit there and just breathe.” I gestured towards the door with my phone, “Let’s go to my car. Loud music is even better when you’re driving around with a friend.” 

As I said “friend”, a small smile pushed its way onto Tweek’s face. He gave a quick nod in response before pulling out my headphones and setting them on the table. We both stood and said goodbye to Tweek’s parents, heading towards the exit. 

“Any requests?” I asked over my shoulder as I pushed open the door. 

“Anything loud like that last song.” Tweek said then added, “Or louder.” 

A laugh burst from my mouth as we walked to my car. 

“You listen to one MCR song and now you’re hooked? I must be some sort of miracle worker.”

I walked around the car to the driver’s side while Tweek stood in front of the passenger door. We locked eyes from over the hood. A chill snuck its way up my spine, leaving an energetic tingle over my skin. The awkward atmosphere which suffocated us had dissipated, evaporating into the air and leaving a warm comfort settling in the air.

Tweek looked so much better with a smile. The worry lines never suited his face. I much preferred the smile lines carved into his face. 

I wonder if he’ll ever have wrinkles there instead of his forehead.

My face broke into a grin as I pulled the door open.

“I cannot wait to show you KISS.” I said before ducking into the car, Tweek following close behind. 

Craig’s going to be so pissed when he comes back and I’m best friends with his boyfriend. Serves him right for leaving, little bitch. I thought with a grin, starting my car and pulling out of the parking lot with Detroit Rock City blasting through the speakers, leaving a trail of vibrating air in our wake.

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Something Else Part 2

Summary: In February 1975, two bored and lonely people found each other wandering the halls of a hospital in the early hours of the morning.

AN: As always, a big thank you to my alpha reader and stage mom @thatbanditqueen and the lovely people who messaged and asked for another chapter. It's nice to have a break from angst sometimes!

Over in the corner, the woman who seemed to keep coming to the social room to be alone tutted and folded her arms a little tighter as she sat ramrod straight in a high-backed chair. It was a game of annoyed chicken and Donna wasn’t about to back down now. Except, apparently they were both about to be outplayed.

Part 1

The clock in the dayroom seemed louder at night, ticking away the seconds, reminding everyone of how long it took to heal, if ever. Donna sighed and muttered to herself as she flipped over the playing card. At the rate that she was going, this game of Solitaire was going to last longer than her broken arm.

“What was wrong with the damn car?”

Donna glanced up as Elvis strode into the room, leading with his chest and shoulders like he expected resistance. She looked over at ‘Alone woman’ as if she thought he might be talking to her. He glanced over at the woman too, but then shook his head and fixed his fierce eyes back on her.

“Hi,” she said, shuffling the cards in her hand.

“Hi yourself,” he returned impatiently. “What was wrong with it?”

She scanned him, noting that he had a new robe on today, dark blue and it matched his pyjamas. There was a ketchup stain on the cuff of hers; she tucked it in to hide it, though it was difficult to know how much he could see when he was still wearing sunglasses in a room that only had one lamp lit.

“I don’t think there was anything wrong with it,” she answered, sliding the two of hearts into its rightful place. “I’m probably not the best person to ask though, since I didn’t get close enough to look at it properly.”

“D-don’t be a damn smart aleck,” he spluttered. “I bought you a gift and you- you just threw it back in my face!”

Donna sighed and put down the cards.

“It looked like a very nice car,” she said. “Very… shiny and red and… it had wheels and everything. I don’t know too much about cars.”

“It was voted one of the safest American cars of the decade,” he told her. “I read up on it. The Impala is more likely to hold up in a head on collision than other automobiles of a similar size an-“

“Okay, thank you, thanks!” she interjected, putting up her hand. Her sleeve had fallen down and she could clearly see the ketchup stain. “It was a real nice gesture, and the fact that you did your research is- It’s very sweet…” He visibly relaxed, his chest and shoulders dropping as he decided that they were not in a fight. “The fact is I don’t need a car, because… Because I’m never getting into a car again.”

She fanned out the cards with her fingers, giving up on playing the game the fair way. She could feel the weight of his eyes on her as he digested what she’d said. After a few seconds, he stepped closer, slippers clopping on the lino. He put his hand on the table next to hers, fingers drumming a rhythm that seemed familiar to her.

“What about if you need to go someplace?” he asked quietly, sounding confused.

“I’ll walk,” she shrugged. “Or I’ll stay home.”

“You’re gonna walk? When it’s 93 degrees outside, or- or what about when it rains?”

“I’ll be fine. I don’t dissolve in water.” 

She heard him sigh loudly through his nose and then his hand moved from the tabletop to her shoulder, his long fingers slipping beneath the collar of her robe, rubbing circles into the nape of her neck. It felt shockingly intimate but reassuring at the same time.

“It must’ve been awfully bad, honey,” he murmured.  

“It was not fun,” she answered, her jaw tight to hold back the waves that pressed up against the back of her eyes. She shook her head and jumped to her feet, trying to outrun her pain. “Um, is that guy okay?”

“What guy?”

“The one I talked to. He told me you were asleep when I tried to return the key.” She watched him dip his head as he smiled, the curves of his cheekbones in full effect, and then looked up at her from beneath his brows.

“Well, he was a little turned up when he came to tell me that some chick yelled at him and threw a car key at his head.”

“No, that weren’t me, that was someone else,” she replied dryly. “One of the other girls you bought a car for, maybe? Look, in my defence, I thought he’d catch it. What kind of bodyguard did you hire with such bad hand-eye coordination?!” He laughed, leaning backwards with the force of it, his hand on his chest.

“He ain’t my bodyguard, honey, he’s my cousin,” he told her, eyes sparkling behind his tinted lenses.

“Oh, that makes me feel worse,” she muttered. “He didn’t even get paid to put up with that.”

“Naw, he gets paid alright. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’d offer him one of the delicious doughnuts you sent, but the nurses ate them all. Okay, I gave one to one of the nurses.”

“It’s all right,” he said, quietly and firmly. She exhaled shakily and nodded.

“You know, I went to your room,” he said, glancing back at the Alone Woman, who had sighed sharply and loudly again. “I saw that poor lady they got strapped to the bed.”

“Yeah, Mrs Morris. She’s broken her hip, but you wouldn’t know it the way she can scramble out of bed at four in the morning and scare the living daylights out of you. Plus, she thinks it’s 1914, so everything freaks her out.”

“Damn,” he muttered. Her face softened looking at his troubled expression, like he was wondering what he could buy or who he could pay to fix an ailing mind. It was her turn to reach out, stroking his arm a little. She felt stupid doing it, but then he smiled slightly and took her hand between both of his and her skin started to burn.

“Come up to my room,” he cajoled, biting his luscious bottom lip as he fixed her with a winning smile. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman, I promise. We’ll just talk and maybe I’ll send someone out for more of those doughnuts you like so much?”

“Bribery, huh,” she mused. “That’s pretty underhanded of you.”

“What can I say,” he shrugged. “I know how to make sure I get what I want.”

“Am I the first one won over by doughnuts?”

“A gentleman never kisses and tells, honey.” He took a step backward, tugging at her hand, his eyebrows raised in a plea. How could she resist? The alternative was Mrs Morris singing old timey vaudeville songs until the early hours. She sighed and nodded, letting him pull her to his side. He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm like they were Victorian beaux out on a romantic stroll through the park.

“I’m not going to have sex with you on a hospital bed,” she informed him as they walked towards the elevators. His face spasmed with a shocked expression that a maiden aunt would be proud of, though she thought maybe he was playing around. The pink blush on his high cheekbones was a little bit harder to fake, however.

“You just say whatever is on your mind, don’t ya,” he murmured, not looking at her.

“Only to famous singers who try to give me cars and invite me to their hospital rooms,” she replied. “It’s important to keep them on their toes.” He shrugged at that.

“Okay, we don’t have to do it on the bed,” he replied, shooting her a sneaky sideways look and quirking his eyebrow. She laughed out loud for the first time in a good, long while, and felt her own cheeks tingle with warmth.

Donna had never had a problem with small spaces, but the elevator felt particularly confining that night as Elvis leaned back against the wall and looked her up and down. She shuffled her feet and put her arms in front of herself, shooting him a disgruntled look.

“Don’t do that,” she mumbled, looking away to hide her smirk.

“I ain’t doing nothing but looking!” he protested. “Damn, man can’t breathe without you cutting him down!”

“You know what you were doing,” she returned, mimicking his pose and lifting an eyebrow as she let her eyes trail up from his slippers- he had lovely dainty ankles- all the way up his legs, groin, stomach, chest, to his face, which had got a little pink again. She waited for his next volley with a frisson of anticipation.

“You got a boyfriend or a husband or anything, honey?” She blinked.

“Why?”

“Well, if you did, I wanted to meet him and shake his hand. Fella’s gotta have balls of steel.”

“Funny. No, no fella. Metal balls or not.”

“You want one?” he asked playfully, raising that damn eyebrow again. She snorted, blushing as she stared at the floor, trying to stabilise herself.

“Had to get you back,” he murmured, crossing the elevator and standing next to her. He put his hand on the rail that ran behind them; she could feel the pressure of his arm against her waist, pushing into her spine.

When the doors opened, his arm was fully around her waist and though she wanted to tease him about the move, straight out of a teen boy’s playbook, she also walked slower than normal to ensure she didn’t dislodge it.

The corridor was busier than any of the others Donna had wandered during her nightly excursions through the hospital. A man in a white sports jacket glanced over his shoulder and saw them, and Donna distinctly heard someone mutter, “He’s back, he’s here.” The man shuffled through a doorway, still looking over his shoulder. Walking past it, Donna spotted at least half a dozen men sitting around, smoking, playing cards and looking tense and bored.

Elvis guided her to a door on the opposite side of the corridor, holding it open and smirking as she walked through, eyeing him cautiously. He swiped at her butt just as she thought she had made it past without incident.

“You said you have no one to talk to,” she said, nodding through the open door to the lounge adjacent. “Looks like you have a whole closet full of people over there.”

 “No, they just work for me,” he said, pushing the door closed behind himself.

“Doing what?”

“Whatever I need ‘em to do,” he shrugged. “Fetch doughnuts, deliver cars, track down funny lil girls with broken arms.”

“Catch car keys with their faces? I should really apologise for that.”

“He’s had worse, don’t worry about it. You gonna sit down, honey? You look like you’re halfway out the door.”

She frowned at the impatience in his tone and moved away from the chair he was gesturing to, going to lean against the windowsill. His look of annoyance was so intense that she could almost feel the heat of it across the room.

“You know, rich folk’s hospital rooms don’t look so different,” she remarked.

“Yeah, well, it’s still a hospital,” he shrugged. “Can’t do nothing about that.” She nodded, tilting her head to look at the titles of the books piled on his nightstand, and on the floor next to the bed, and in the locker at the end of the bed.

“Wow, you do read a lot,” she remarked. She leant down and twisted to squint at a strange front cover that seemed to have numbers and strange symbols on it, watching his legs approach in her periphery vision.

“Yeah, I read, breathe, eat, and talk, just like a real boy,” he returned, nudging her as he joined her in leaning against the windowsill. When she straightened up, the blood rushed from her head and she almost lost her balance, reaching out to grab his arm to keep herself balanced.

“Goddamn it, woman, will you just sit down?!” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her closely against him, and walked her backwards to the bed. It felt as though she was completely surrounded by him, his stomach and chest pressed tightly against her and his arms pinning hers to her sides. He smelled like fresh laundry, a spicy cologne and a hint of musk. His robe felt so soft and fluffy it must have been brand new.

When she made contact with the side of the bed, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto it, taking advantage of her distraction in the chaos to step between her legs.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” she said, putting up her hands to make him pause as he leant down. “What did we say about the bed?”

“No sex,” he mumbled, his full lips close enough that she felt his breath fluctuate as they moved. “But you didn’t say nothing about a little kissing.” He glanced down at her hands, which now seemed to be groping his chest instead of blocking him. She hastily dropped them.

“Fine,” she sighed, shooting him a wicked little smile. “Just a little.”

Donna sensed him hesitate as he closed that last inch between them. She understood it, that split second between anticipation and reality always felt like a chasm, but she only had about seven seconds of thinking to herself, ‘Wow, I’m kissing Elvis Presley’, because it turned out that Elvis Presley was a very good kisser. His hands slid into her hair as his pillowy lips massaged hers and she was opening her mouth to him long before she felt his tongue. In fact, she was so into it that she forgot what she was doing and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, knocking her cast hard against the back of his head.

“Ow!” they both yelped at the same time.

“I didn’t do nothing!” he protested, rubbing his head. She winced, clutching her forearm to her chest.

“Sorry, that wasn’t on purpose. Might need to rework my signature moves.” She waved her cast.

He snorted, snatching off his sunglasses and tossing them onto the nightstand amidst the books while still rubbing the back of his head.

“Signature moves,” he muttered to himself, laughing a little. “I wanna see one of those so-called signature moves, honey. C’mon, lay it on me.” He moved back in front of her, throwing his arms open as an invitation.

“What? No!” she wailed, feeling her cheeks throbbing. “I can’t do them now! They’re like magic, only works when someone is not looking for it.”

“Eh,” he shrugged. “I reckon I seen ‘em anyhow. I’m getting to think that this whole funny, crazy chick thing is just an act to get up here in my bed.”

“Uh huh, completely,” she replied dryly. “And what about you? I’ve seen your moves too, with your eyes and your smile and your lips and the whole-“ She waved her hands in his direction. “The whole package there.”

“My package?!” he echoed in a high voice, raising his eyebrows. He hiccupped his little laugh as she closed her eyes in preparation for the blood rushing to her cheeks making her head explode.

“You know what I meant!” She felt him lean into her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“I’m only foolin’ around, honey. God, you’re cute when you get all red like that. It’s fixing to be my favourite colour too.”

She nuzzled into him, making the most of having her face shielded from his knowing, smirking face. Slowly, tentatively, she reached up, letting her fingers rest on the v of skin between his throat and the top button of his pyjamas. His skin was hot and his pulse pounded beneath. Running her fingertips over the coarse hair, she dragged them up his neck, feeling the prickles of new stubble around his jaw. When she reached the nape of his neck, carding her fingers through the thick, fine hair, she tugged a little, and he moved without resistance, his lips finding hers again.

After a few minutes of tussling, heavy breathing and delicious kissing, she forced herself to pull back breathlessly. 

“And that,” she gasped with a grin, “is one of my signature moves, thank you very much.” 

“I knew it!” he cried. His laughter was loud, immediate and completely irrepressible. She held onto him as he threw himself back, wanting to mainline that sound for the rest of her days.

[etxrnaleclipse]

((So it's been annoying me how the show never actually dealt with any aftermath of Carols' kidnapping, how they just moved on and you never saw the highly likely trauma that the boys went through after Carlos was home safe. So this is just my little word vomit of a cut scene. Don't mind me.))

A Quiet Moment || Tarlos

Carlos? Carlos, please, stay with me. Come on baby!

TK awoke with a gasp, sweat dripping from his forehead as he sat upright in the bed. The night was still holding the sun captive, darkness only cut through by the moonlight which peeked through their blinds. His chest was rising and falling heavily as he tried to rid his mind of the images that plagued him so. Ever since that day, he hadn't been able to get the sight of his fiancé lying on the ground, lifeless beneath his desperate hands. The thought of how close he came to losing the man he loved so much had hit TK hard, and it made him wonder if this was how Carlos had felt in the hospital after the freeze.

Turning his head, he found the bed cold and empty beside him, causing his heart rate to skyrocket. Standing up quickly, TK moved through the bedroom and slid open the door, spotting Carlos' familiar form sat on the sofa. Still as a statue, and wrapped up in TK's throw blanket, Carlos was staring into space ahead of himself as if catatonic. He had only been released from hospital that afternoon, the situation was still raw, and it pained TK how small and fragile he looked in that moment.

"Carlos?" The word was barely a whisper, not wanting to startle the other young man, and he slowly padded across to where his fiancé sat. "Baby?" He didn't want to ask if he was ok, because TK knew that there was no way he would be alright. At the hospital, the adrenaline of the situation was still running its course, but by the time the day came to an end, TK had been able to see the way Carlos visibly retreated, shutting down and giving one-word answers wherever possible. He may have been the quieter of the two, but Carlos was not himself at all, and TK longed to see that smile again. Cautiously, he lowered himself to the sofa beside his partner, watching as those beautiful brown eyes turned to face him, glistening with unshed tears.

"I... I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" Carlos asked, voice so soft, causing TK to sigh slightly. Typical Carlos Reyes, always thinking of others before himself.

"No, baby, you didn't wake me."

"Ok... Good." The words were flat, monotonous, and it terrified TK to his core to see him like this.

"Can't sleep?" Gentle as anything, TK lifted a hand and carefully ran it over Carlos' curls, mindful to not go near the dressed wound on his left side. Carlos' shoulders lifted and fell in a weak shrug.

"Can't, don't want to... Not really sure." There was a pause as the officer lowered his gaze, staring at a spot on the floor for a moment. "I can't sleep because every time I close my eyes, I see their faces... I don't want to sleep because I'm terrified that I won't wake up if I do." The last words seemed to tremble past his lips and it caused a lump to rise in TK's throat. "I keep feeling that needle pressing into my skin and I just... Keep thinking what would have happened if you and dad didn't get there when you did."

"Hey... Hey, no." TK shifted on the sofa to face his fiancé more, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Carlos' temple. "Don't think like that... We got you. We never gave up, and you know we would go to the ends of the earth to find you."

"I know that..." Carlos nodded, a single tear breaking free and rolling down his cheek, only to be carefully wiped away by TK's thumb.

"I'm just so... so sorry that I couldn't get to you sooner." TK felt his own eyes beginning to well up and he breathed in sharply. "I can't believe I walked right up to that door and didn't sense anything was wrong... I was right there. I should have known."

"Tyler, you couldn't have known... Besides, she had a knife. I couldn't take it if she'd hurt you because of me." Carlos reached out and linked their fingers together. They had discussed things on the way to the ambulance, Carlos opening up as much as he could about his time held in that kitchen. Explaining how he had seen TK on the doorbell camera the entire time and the mixture of pain and relief that he had felt watching his love walk away. The thought of anything happening to TK was bad enough, but if anything happened because of him... More tears fell as he shut his eyes, feeling TK cupping his cheeks tenderly, bringing their foreheads together.

"Baby... I'm here. I'm here." The silence of the room was deafening as they sat there, TK wrapping Carlos in his arms as he felt his fiancé beginning to tremble. "I've got you. I got you, Carlos."

And he always would.

[local-diavolo-anon]

I read fanfictions recently that got me back into FNaF so have this

(Note that this includes personal appearence headcanons)

Springtrap Headcanons!

Biology...(?)

This guy is roughly 7'6" tall, or around 2.30 centimeters if you count his ears as well

Without he is 6 inches/30cm shorter

William died in his mid 30s so he can be considered around that age (the 30 years more in the room alone are discounted)

The suit is still partially fuzzy and to the touch he feels like those fluffy socks... but old. And used. And slightly damp. And a bit crusty where the plastic base got messed up.

Yeah he is not funny to touch, nor to smell since as we all know he has a rotting corpse inside so he kinda stinks, but the smell died down with time

The suit do has a tail, but he cannot move it, its just screwed in place

The endoskeleton has a base model but modifies are made to make it fit a rabbit suit, which means that the feeth are shaped like rabbit feet and the face is as well

The springlocks are like a primarly exoskeleton, made to make so that the costume would maintain its form even with the endoskeleton pressed and flattened against the springlock rings

The endoskeleton's head is made out of 3 different pieces that thanks to the springlock can be kept separate and pressed against the sides of the mask to make space for a human head

If those locks were to snap, your head would quite literally be crushed like a watermelon

The chest is also separated but in 2 pieces and those are pressed on the back and front of the torso, the springlock keep them there and will make them snap back together when unlocked

To fit inside you have to use a crank and wound those springlocks back, then you slip in the pieces starting with your torso, shoes and gloves are last.

Also the endoskeleton's feet have a cavity where you can fit your own and kinda look like shoes because of it

(I got a bit carries away, my apologies, all of this will be clearer when i will make a proper headcanon reference sheet for this guy)

Anyway, his ears are rather big and they can move, but their movement range is definitely limited, most of the time they are locked in place at the base up to a certain point

If he shakes his head they will wobble a bit tho

He has bunny teeth, and while he misses a good chunk of most of his lips and cheeks, which make his teeth visible, the rabbit incisors actually stay outside of his mouth

This does not impede speech since he has a voice box and just does lips synch for fun

Springtrap misses his suit's exoskeleton and part of the springlocks on his left hand and foot, leaving the endoskeleton bare, the other limbs have a mostly complete covering

This is also why he walks with a limp most of the time, its not to put too much weight in the uncovered foot and risk ruining the metal

the endoskeleton uses metal wires that resemble actual muscles to move, and like with muscles those wires are tensed/pulled to make the limb bend

He has the equivalent of chronic pains caused by the springlocks and can still feel the metal pieces inside of his own body

Sometimes pieces fall out but he doesn't feel that, at least

Despite this, his movements are fluid post death, and if it were not that you can see inside of the costume, anyone would likely swear its just some guy with a mask on

He has two voices he can speak in, via the voicebox of the suit, and via his actual voice

The voice is roughly the same, one sounds slightly more synthetic and the other sounds out of breath and wheezed (still because of the springlocks)

Also it is rather painful for him to speak outside of using his voicebox

Trivia:

He is tired and needs a break at all times, annoyed is his default state

Sassy and can be the king of meaness if he is pissed enough

He is sarcastic and cynical, and easily comes off as rude because of it, which is not entirely wrong, he can be an ass when he wants to

He is intelligent, like really intelligent, and is easily annoyied by people who do not understand things or worse, refuse to

Has a PhD in mechanical ingeneering and will show off his skills if given the right opportunity, but will refuse to properly teach others how to do the same things

both ebcause he does not like to share his ideas and techniques and because he sucks turbo ass at teaching

Even after death he can work with little to no problems, the only issue he has are his fingers being rather big and lacking the sense of touch for the most part

His job is among his biggest prides and loved things, creating robotic creatures is way more than just work for him, and seeing his creations come to live is the best feeling he ever felt

He is not 'evil' in the sense he will not cause violence for the sake of it, but he won't regret hurting someone even beyond the definition of "severely" if he deems it necessary to achieve his goal

This does not mean however, that he won't threaten people for the sake of it

He does it both to achieve his goals where needed up also really just because he finds scaring people fun (possibly because its a display of control over others, or something like that)

He was the CEO of a restaurant franchise afrer all, he can still do the 'boss voice' and have people scatter

Springtrap can either act like a normal person or be downright terrifying and he is fully aware of what he needs to do to cause that change

He absolutely despites seeing his work being plagiarized and/or modified by anyone, that's his work and no one's sandbox to play into

if he were to spend a day as a human again, the first thing he'd do is probably break into a fast food place and inhale a triple cheeseburger with a ton of crunchy bacon, and jokingly he says that not doing so before dying has been among his biggest mistakes

My take on his lore:

(I will be honest, i have no idea of what his motivations became to in canon, so the next part is me bullshitting my way in basing off some timelines video i saw, and personal interpretation)

He wasn't a cruel man before, he had a family and he loved them dearly, what broke him was the death of his youngest son by also partially the hands of his eldest (Michael)

He was devastated because of this and after an accident with his creation, (which may have even been a springlock failure which also forced him in the hospital for several months) Henry basically laid him off and told him he was not in the conditions to work at the moment, and so to stay home and get better first and foremost, which had William spiral down between anger, grief, and envy for Henry, who still had this family

at this point Henry finds out what he was doing and both worried for his sanity and disgusted by his actions, kicks him out of the company

Alternative: Evan dying brought William to try and bring his son back from death, which lead to him creating circus baby, which we all know ended with his second child dying, this time by the hands of circus baby herself

Charlotte's murder was entirely driven by William's insanity and desire for revenge

Thar was... the worst move. Because perhaps Henry cared for him and genuinely wanted him to get better at first, and later wanted to prevent more people from dying, but depriving William of yet another thing he loved had him from borderline insane with grief to being downright maniacal about it

Either way:

However, when he saw charlotte somehow survive in the body of the marionette, he came to the conclusion that he was right, and once the body was lost, a soul could remain in this world if given another body

Which meant he really could have his lost son back

Slowly this also lead him to a desire for immortality, since once the body could not die, the soul couldn't either (perhaps to have more time to achieve his goal of bringing his son back)

Which is not incorrect according to the actual lore but alias his way of testing said theory was to kidnap and murder more children to see how the weird possession thing worked and what were the needed factors

(If alternative 1 is correct then Cyrcus baby was created around this time, and Elizabeth's death just made everything worse since now he had also the guilt of it on him)

He had regrets for the violence and death he had caused, but those always came too late for him to do anything about it so when he was lucid enough to realize how horrible was what he had done, he made justifications for it

This lead him to be very cold and detatched from other people'a suffering, and all the pain he felt also manifested in feeling good at seeing other people in pain and struggling, almost as a form of compensation for how he felt

If you couldn't tell, William (so springtrap as well) lacks impulse control

This also brought him to ending up stuck inside of the springbonnie suit

And with this papyrus of a text i think i am done? Next might be Sun and Moon headcanons, perhaps, and then i might go on with talking a bit about the au i mentioned a few times on my blog ^^

Edit: thanks to the kind soul in the comments telling me how to add a read more :")

[nonobadcat]

Afo on valentine with pregnant reader maybe if your ok with requests 🥺

Whoot! Finally had time to sit down and work on this! ❤️

I think the answer of how AFO would be with a pregnant lover depends on which country's Valentines Day we're talking about. In western style countries I'm sure there would be wining and dining but, since BNHA is set in Japan, I decided to go with a Japanese style holiday.

In Japan, women are expected to be the predominate provided of the holiday. This turns around on White Day in March when the men return the favor with gifts. There are several types of chocolate for Valentine's day: Giri (obligation), Honmei (true love: sounds suspiciously like homemade), Tomo (friends), Jibun (I bought for myself), and Fami (family). There are also reports of Gyaku (man to woman gifted) chocolate, but I get the impression most guys just wait for White Day.

All For One x Pregnant Reader Valentine's Day

Puffy coat lapels clutched tight to your neck, you dodged past yet another line snaking out from the tidy, pink and red mottled store fronts of the Roppongi Hills shopping center. Banners and LED adverts flashed limited edition everything from gold foiled chocolate truffles to "lovey dovey" rice crackers. Even Kitty Diamond, the slick, luxury pet shop, had swapped their usual clean, white window display for a flood pastels hearts. The mournful amber eyes of the plush Persian kittens for sale looked like a glowing sunset against their coral colored collars.

Squinting against the ferocious February wind, you stuffed the straps of your canvas bag into your armpit and braced the package tight against your chest. Out past the rose garden, you trudged down the sloping sidewalks towards the south entrance of Roppongi Station. As you passed L'Atelier du Pain, the French bakery, the odor of buttery baked goods made your bulging belly flutter. You groaned and patted your stomach.

"I told you at the first store, it's no good. I'm pretty sure that anything that smells that nice isn't on that troll doctor's 'recommended diet' list." You rolled your eyes. "Though I think his obsessing over my nutrient balance is going to give me higher blood pressure than any amount of potato chips."

When you reached the sparkling glass and rosy brass front of the luxury high rise, the doorman nearly tripped over himself to greet you. A nervously mumbled "welcome back" accompanied by averted eyes left you scowling. Clearly, someone had gotten short with the staff for "looking too long", again.

Honestly. You assumed, at first, that being visibly pregnant with his child would make the ever possessive Shigaraki feel more secure. However, even since seeing those two pink lines, your husband seemed more territorial than ever. Seeing the security guard's face almost made you want to extend your outing just to get away from the stifling apartment a little while longer. However, the throb of your swollen feet reminded you what a stupid idea that was.

Knowing that any further contact would make things worse, you strolled past the man and headed straight to the elevator. The sound of your annoyed toe tapping on the glossy, granite was your only companion. The glowing numbers crawled up floor by floor until they halted at the penthouse suite. With the tinny ding, you waddled off the lift and leaned against the creamy canvas wallpaper just beside your sumptuous, high rise flat.

Setting your purchase on polished, glittering tiles, you finished deep into your purse for your key. Your bag caught the edge the limited release vase on the hall table. You gasped. Lunging forward, your grabbed its lip before it could tumble to the floor. Heart pounding, you straightened the fresh flowers. Looking at the hasty arrangement made you purse your lips. No good. Compared to the perfectly crafted ikebana that usually sat outside the door, your efforts were a mess.

"Oh well," you sighed, turning back to the task at hand. "Not like it matters."

After all, one of his followers put a fresh arrangement in it every day.

You pressed your finger to the biometric scanner before turning the tumblers. The door slipped open on smooth hinges. As you balanced the load against your hip, a pink and white tag, decorated with a rolly polly infant, danged from your purse. Just as you leaned for the other bag, a large hand grasped your shoulder.

"I'll get that."

Without looking up, you shook your head at the owner of the smooth baritone and groped for your purchase "You're fussing again."

Shigaraki's pale fingers plucked the bag from the floor, hoisting it high over your head with a grin one tooth too wide to be kind. "You enjoy a little fussing," he teased, letting the goods swing from his pointer.

You reached out, snatching at your purchase. He sneered before raising it five centimeters beyond your finger tips. As you rocked onto the balls of your feet, straining for the handles, he leaned back, letting the bag bounce off his massive shoulder.

"Give it back!"

He chuckled, rocking it back and forth in the hanging air. "Why? It's for me isn't it?"

"For tonight! Not now!" Carefully shuffling sore breasts aside, you crossed your arms and grumbled. "Patience is not your virtue, is it?"

A massive palm engulfed your head, patting it twice before rubbing small circles at the edge of your scalp. "And following instructions is not yours." He nodded to the window at the end of the hall. A gust of wind rattled the pane. "I distinctly recall The Doctor telling you not to strain yourself this late in the pregnancy."

You pried his hand off your head and huffed. "A few block walk is hardly straining myself."

"In the cold and up hill?"

"It's 10C and I'm wearing a down jacket."

Red eyes narrowed. "With the zipper open."

You rolled your eyes. "...and who's fault is it that I've gained 10kgs?"

As a thick tongue darted out to wet his lips, your husband rested his hand on the shelf of your stomach. "It looks good on you."

Embarrassed heat flushed your cheeks. "Pervert," you spat, shouldering past him.

Planting your purse on the wall hook, you peeled off your coat and dropped it along side your bag. Braced one arm against the wall, you curled your finger inside your heel before tugged off your shoes. As you stepped from the gekkan onto the main floor, thick arms shoved themselves under your knees. Wide eyes looked up into a blinding, fanged grin.

"What sweets did my darling Valentine bring me?"

You gulped. "M-malted chocolate whiskey cake."

"Whiskey?" Crimson delight danced below long white lashes as he kicked the front door shut. "Not planning to share with me then?"

You raised an eye brow. "The All For One? Sharing with others?" With a shrug, you laid your head upon his shoulder and prodded his chest. "Seems a bit out of character for you."

Warm breath fanned across your neck. "Then what were you hoping for, my dear?" the devil whispered in your ear.

You faked a pout, but it was tainted by the coy grin tugging at your cheeks. Sultry promise coiling into every word, you loosened the next button from his open oxford. Chiseled pecs drifted into view as your stroked one finger down his sternum. His skin burned like hellfire.

"Have your cake and eat it too?"

Your heart fluttered as a low chuckle reverberated in his chest. You yelped at naughty nip at your ear lobe as his hands slide slowly up your thighs. Long fingers found the hem of your pants, tugging at the button.

"Oh," he groaned, nuzzling your scalp with his tall nose. "I think I can manage that."

Fun fact: That cake did exist Valentine's day 2023: Bricolage Bread & Co - ¥5,200

[amoreeny]

Oh Mr.Evans

pairings : Chris Evans & Fem!Reader

synopsis : you get the role to work in a Marvel movie and Chris may or may not have put a good word for you to get the role.

warnings : none i think

*also, english is not my first language so sorry if theyre any grammar or spelling mistakes!*

*not my GIF*

I have been waiting weeks for this phone call I were anxious because they told me they would call and its been over a month now,  I were sure that I hadn't got the part so you just gave up. Then the phone started to ring. I look at Chris whose seated next to me on my couch.

-ON THE PHONE-

"Hello" I say answering the phone

"Yes hello is this (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" The random person asks

"Yes this is she. Who am I speaking to?" I ask with visible confusion on my face.

" Hi,(Y/N) This is Joss Whedon and I would love to congratulate you on getting the role of the new love interest for Captain America, Loellie Saint in the new Marvel Cinematic Universe 'The Avengers'.I believe you already know what the backstory of your character is right?" Joss asks.

"Yes I do" I say while freaking out silently while looking at Chris who is more confused from before.

"Great, we'll love to have you come in a couple of days for your screen testing. We'll text you the information" Joss says.

"Alright thank you so much" I have a huge smile plastered on your face while having your back towards Chris.

"No worries, Take care we'll see you soon" He says.

"Bye" I say.

I hang up and start jumping up and down in excitement. Chris is sitting on the couch smiling at me because he knows the news I just received because he's the one who put in the good word about me after my audition

"OMG OMG OMG" I jump around while Chris is laughing in confusion.

"I got the part!" I push back and look at him.

"I know" He smiles while looking at me.

"What do you mean 'I know' Christopher?" I look at him.

"Well, I may or may not have put in a good word for you because I know you've been dying to start acting. That's why I told you about the audition" He looks at me while trying to keep a straight face.

Me and Chris have been friends since high school and he knew how much I wanted to get into acting and get into the Marvel. I've acted in big movies and I'm well known. Well at least in my eyes.

Me and Chris have risen to fame together but Chris is mainly is the famous one out of the both of us. I really didn't mind, but what was mostly annoying was the paparazzi and the media. They would spread false information about me and Chris' relationship. Even though me and him are just best friends. I would join him at his interviews because of his anxiety and mostly for moral support and people kept reading it wrong and thinking we were together because of how much time we would spend time together.

"Chris.. You know you didn't have too right" I kinda feel bad because he had to go through all that pain just to get me this role.

"I know, but I just wanted to give you an opportunity. And you can spend more time with me" He says as he wiggles his eyebrows while getting closer to me and pushing me softly with his shoulder

"Like I don't spend enough time with you already Chris" I laugh at his actions.

"Wow i'm deeply hurt Y/N" He puts his hand on his heart and pretends to be hurt by my 'hurtful words'

I laugh and slap his arm softly

"You're such a dork" A bit of your accent had come out and you rolled you eyes

"Steve Rogers and Loelle Saint, super solider fight crime fighting couple" He moves his hands over his face like he's presenting the newest iPhone or something.

"You're honestly so weird Christopher" I laugh while rolling your eyes

"Yeah yeah" He smiles

I shake my head while crossing my arms again keeping a straight face.

"These few months will be the best" He looks at me with his mischievous smile telling me to buckle up for the pranks he has up his sleeve.

"Oh god" I groan and put you face in your hands

Chris laughs and stands up

"Come on, Me You and Sebastian are going out to celebrate you" He says as he gets up and walks to the door.

"Okay... what time should I be ready" I stand up and look at him. I honestly didn't want to go out. I just wanted to sleep.

"Around 8pm, Ill let Seb know" He says as he walks out the door

"Alright see you soon" I say as I walk to my room having my dog follow me.

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Hey Guys!

This is my first post so i hope you like it! This is my story on Wattpad with the same title! That story is currently in editing so im not posting there, so there maybe some different things from here and the book. So i hoped you enjoyed it!

[moseslikellamas]

♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.27

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - The party ends.

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, feelings of shame, feelings of guilt, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2.5k

Another one :)

Inside, the party had ramped up in her absence. The dance floor was so packed with people she didn’t see how they were able to move at all. At times she had to physically push through the crowd to make her way deeper inside. She was looking for Martyn, who she still hadn’t had a chance to talk to. She felt guilty for leaving him in the dark but there hadn't been any time to tell him anything. A sloshing cup of wine poured out of a hand half holding it and Shanda barely managed to dodge around it. She was thankful to not still be wearing the silver wedding dress. She had changed into another gold gown, one with beautiful pale moonstones sewed into it. The stones glittered iridescent under the torchlight. She deftly moved out of the way of a stumbling Mallister who was being firmly escorted out of the hall. Glancing back she shook her head, she was supposed to start the trouble this time.

She twisted and craned her neck searching for her brother but only a wash of differing house colors met her eyes. She strained for a glint of gold in the crowd but was met with more blood red of the Blackwoods than the familiar color of home. She rubbed her eyes groaning. The crowd moved more restlessly against the music which was so fast paced it would’ve made her dizzy to dance to. There was no time to wait, the fever pitch of the room was at its peak and she could not miss the opportunity. She muscled her way over to a group of drunken Mallisters who were visibly upset about their friend being ejected from the party. The group was muttering amongst themselves and nursing their drinks, watching the other people with displeasure.

“Threw your guy out too did they?” She grabbed a cup off a passing couple and threw it back, trying her best to look as disappointed as the men around her.

A few murmurs of agreement went up at her words.

“It was that fucking Fisher cunt.”

Another cut in after saying, “Tully should ship them all back to that cursed isle of theirs, save the rest of us the pain.”

Shanda knew the Misty Isles were probably haunted with something but it wasn’t whatever the Mallisters were suggesting. But it did play into her hand, which was to rile the group up. She nodded along with them then looked around conspiratorially.

“I heard something like that about them. Well, I shouldn’t say that though.” She nervously glanced around again before plucking another wine glass off a serving platter as it went by. She made a show of tossing it back and spilling some on herself. Then she laughed and wiped her face with the back of her arm. “Definitely they are cursed men though.” She added as if it were obvious to all of them.

She knew the men were looking at each other, each sizing her up to see if she really knew anything worthwhile.

“What’d you hear?” One finally braved the question.

She waved her hand nonchalantly. “Oh it's probably nothing. My cousin, she just said earlier when all of the couples were gathered together that the Fisher guy was acting odd. Whatever that means.”

She let her words hang there a moment, letting their curiosity fizzle out. She hadn’t revealed anything after all. Then when they all seemed annoyed she was wasting their time, she continued.

“That was until Lady Smallwood told me what he said about the Misty Isles. No one knows where it's at because Fisher hides it with blood magic.”

Their attention was directed back at her though warily.

“Blood magic? Like old gods sacrifice?” The man who asked looked pale at the suggestion.

“Didn’t that fisher cunt say something to you as they dragged him off? What was it? Something about the pale wings? No was the white something?”

“The white dawn?” Shanda asked, completely making up the phrase but positing it as a probable answer.

The guy clapped his hands together. “Yeah I think so.”

The group pushed in closer around her and she gave another suspicious glance around before speaking again.

“Bad stuff that is. Being around the Blackwoods, I’ve heard mention of this kind of stuff. Sacrifices made in the dark, women stolen out of their beds and taken. You know they must be hiding the Isles from the reavers.”

She knew the plan was working when one disgustedly said, “Fucking cowards, leaving us to do all the work fighting off the Iron born while they hide in the mists.”

A chorus of angry agreement followed his words.

She waited just a moment longer before walking off, she needed to find a man from house Fisher now. It didn’t take long for her to find Lady Smallwood and set the rest of the plan into motion. She wrapped her arms around the woman, openly and loudly congratulating her on her wedding before she leaned in to whisper to her the plan.

“Far right corner, they’re about as pissed as can be. Told ‘em the Fishers do blood sacrifices.”

Smiling brightly and showing no sign she heard her, Violet moved quickly to her husband's side. She tapped his arm and the large man leaned down to listen to her, Shanda didn’t stick around to watch the rest. She still needed to find Martyn. And hopefully she could find Ser Joth on the way. The next part of the plan was to have houses Piper and Wayn at each other's throats. She felt a twinge of guilt at involving Ser Joth in the scheme but then she spotted her cousin, Rebecken and discarded her guilt. She was about to throw her cousin into trouble as well.

“Cousin! Please tell me you’ve been watching out for Wendall and Ser Joth.”

Rebecken’s expression immediately soured at her words.

“Don’t tell me those two are at it again?”

“I lost sight of them. I was hoping you could help me out? I need someone to go check the godswood.”

The fight between the Mallisters and the Fishers broke at that moment. Explosive voices fired over the swell of the music.

“I’ll fucking kill you for that! I’m no coward, no lady killer!”

Shanda never heard the Mallister response because the man rared back and slugged the Fisher bloke. Then it was chaos from there which worked just fine for her.

“I see you’ll have your hands full here. I’ll go check the godswood.”

She rested her hand on his arm for a second “Thanks, Beck. I better go.” Then she hurriedly made her way towards the brawling group. She had spotted Wendall and knowing he would be the easier one to persuade, she pounced on him.

“Wendall! Joth Piper called you a woman beater, said he was headed to the godswood to pray for the undoing of your house.” She hadn’t even really thought of what to say to him before she said it. The way his face darkened at the mention of ser Joth had told her it didn’t matter what she said. He was going regardless. He hardly waited for her to finish speaking before he roughly shoved her away, making his way presumably to the godswood.

She surveyed the room looking for Ser Joth but an arm snaked around her hip and she was pulled backwards against a strong body. She huffed pulling at Benjicot’s arm.

“We don’t have time for this. Have you seen Ser Joth?”

He was dragging her further away from the fighting on the dance floor which had swelled to include several other house and she spotted the familiar red Tully hair amongst the crowd.

“Come on, let’s get out of here while we can.” He was still pulling her backwards against her efforts.

She was straining to hear the shouted arguments over the shouts of frightened guests. “Let go, Ben. This is the whole point of the thing.”

She ripped his hand free of her and quickly walked back over listening to the men shouting.

“House Mallister sends out guards to survey all of your lands, then they plot how to get piss you off so they can invade them!” A bronze haired Fisher spat.

A sickening crunch came from somewhere off to her right but her eyes and ears were focused on the two who had started this entire ordeal.

“We survey to help people develop defense strategies! Your house wouldn’t know because you hide in conjured mists like cowards!”

She was grateful that Lord Elmo had barred weapons from the great hall at that moment. The two were evenly matched despite the Mallister boy having several inches and pounds on the man from house Fisher. Shanda stood back a few feet away, posted beside a column off to the side. She could hear Lord Lord cursing at the top of his lungs but the crowd had grown beyond him. He would need to send for his guards.

“That’s not fucking true! We don’t do any bloody sacrifices.” The towering Mallister finally managed to take his opponent to the ground and the two wrestled on the floor.

She turned her attention elsewhere but Benjicot had returned to her side and was again trying to draw her away. Her patience had run out at that point, she turned to snap at him.

“Why do you think I orchestrated this entire thing? They’re all outing each other. Elmo’s book told us some stuff but its not like the lord paramount comes with an all seeing eye. We knew just enough to make them think their secrets were out. Now they’re exposing each other in retaliation.” She stepped around him, half listening to the fighting as she talked. “Now, we wait to get some answers.”

“And we did that.” He insisted. “Now I think we should leave because it’s escalating beyond that. You know tensions have been high this entire time.”

She rolled her eyes, still not looking at him. She dodge around a couple, trying to lose him in the crowd. An intense fight was happening near the back corner of the room and she was trying to hear what was being said. Benjicot pulled her around by her arm to face him and she started to seethe at the sight of him.

“Let go. What’s your deal? Honestly.”

“Do you want Elmo to know it was us? We can’t just march over to-“

“Since when do you give a shit about what Elmo thinks? Shove off Blackwood.” She pulled his hand off of her once again and moved away from him swiftly.

“That’s husband to you, stubborn wench!”

She didn’t bother to answer him, she’d caught a worrying shiny glint inside the shifting circle of brawling men and her anxiety had skyrocketed. Why was Royce fighting? And which house was it with? They’d intentionally left the Blackwoods and Brackens out of their schemes. They were in enough hot water causing the mess. The closer she got the more she worried, no insults were being thrown around. The fight was tight and intense. She had decided to barrel straight into the middle of it, Royce was young. Brawling men be damned she wasn’t going to leave him alone. She was in a panic as she did so, wishing she could find Martyn.

Benjicot was too slow to stop her from sliding into the mass of fighting men. She slipped through them unnoticed and knew her husband was too bulky to do the same. When she burst through the middle, it was not Royce bathed in blood. Martyn stood looking half crazy, a righteous god of fury as he rained blow after blow against his opponent. His opponent was… ser Joth Piper. Half scared and half confused she stood there frozen for half a second until Joth swiped her brothers feet out from under him. She moved with the speed of the wind as she grabbed his pulled back fist. She pulled backwards knocking him off balance, as he toppled over she helped her brother stand.

“What’s the problem? Martyn what happened?”

Benjicot had broken through the circle of men at last pulling several Tully guards in behind him. She stood with her arm around him and hissed at Joth when he stood to make a move towards them.

“It was them. They helped kill our mother, the bastards basically admitted to it right in front of me.”

“Sad little useless guard.” He taunted.

When Joth lunged this time Benjicot caught him by the throat and slammed him to the ground in an obscenely aggressive display of violence. Shanda was too busy thinking about what Martyn said to notice. Her mother had been killed on the kingsroad. She thought she had taken the road north, past Harrenhal after passing through the crownlands. She had always assumed some bandit at the Crossroads Inn saw her leave and did her in. But if she had gone west along the gold road she would have cut off the main road to pass by Hornvale and Pinkmaiden. She looked down at the man laying pinned to the ground and felt sick to her stomach. She had liked him, laughed with him. Meant to include him in her schemes to make Elmo’s life a little more annoying. The malicious look on his face made her feel cold inside. How poorly had she misjudged him. But more importantly why had they done it? And what had Martyn heard them say? She did not have time to ponder much more than that before Elmo spoke up, sounding ancient and weary. She didn’t know when he had arrived or how much he’d heard.

“I will see you all at Dawn.”

His guards personally escorted everyone from the hall. Everyone except for herself, Martyn, Benjicot and Alysanne. Shanda did a double take at the last party, the last she had seen of her new sister she was half sloshed outside. It had been a while since then and she hadn’t noticed her.

“Ill have it all now. No lies or I swear upon the old gods and the new I’ll eradicate both your houses and save us any further issues.”

Martyn was still leaning against her half bleeding and they all stood silently waiting for someone to make the first move. She sighed.

“Help me move Martyn to a chair at least first.” She implored looking at the eternally done Lord Paramount.

After Martyn was seated, she managed to wipe the majority of the blood off her arms onto her dress. She folded her hands together and took a deep breath.

Looking up, she met Elmo’s gaze and said ruefully, “A couple of months ago, I decided I was bored.”

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sorry for going off about gender pol again lmao i just get very annoyed when The Teens organically arrive at a nearsighted conclusion over and over and over again. you gotta, like, take a step back and look at the whole situation holistically.

the thing that society, at least western society, is always concerning itself with is policing expression of femininity. men are policed under this umbrella too- masculinity is defined in terms of how not feminine it is, more than anything else. and that lack is enforced in much the same way women are punished for not being feminine enough. it's the same damn thing and trying to pretend it isn't, that there's some special oppression happening that you can claim as your very own, does not actually help anyone. if we understand how the same forces push on everyone, that universality can give us power and allow us to change it. pointing to a thing that happens to not just me, but to you and someone else and etc etc, is a good way to explain the situations of hegemony we live under and get people who may not otherwise understand to start to Get It. and when more people Get It, that's when things change.

i'm sure some people feel weird about their lived experiences of this punishment/oppression being lumped in with people who have lived very different lives. we want to believe that the troubles we face are entirely unique and deserve their time in the spotlight. we want the sympathy and the attention of others, we want to be allowed to say Look How This Hurt Me and have that hurt be recognized on a scale larger than our immediate community. but to muscle our way to the front of the line and ignore that our hurt is just another reflection of what has hurt and is hurting many, many others only serves to further fragment our cause and steal its power. use your pain to understand and empathize with the pain of those around you. uplift not just yourself and people like you, but those who need it just as much.

all this to say that while yeah it kinda sucks that being transmasc and its Troubles is a thing that nobody really seems to care about talking about in the public sphere, that doesn't mean we have to harbour resentment. i firmly believe visibility, while useful, can be a trap. we should be using our relative invisibility to aid those around us who are hypervisible, rather than allowing resentment and anger to grow. maybe that's a crazy thing to read but man i know a lot of trans women and i love them dearly and i would not hesitate a fuckin millisecond to use my apparent privilege to help them in any situation. i will use my masculinity as a tool for love and change and if i get misgendered once like every 2 years by an old lady who left her glasses at home and can't tell what's goin on because i have long hair and dress kinda faggy, i mean, that's fine.