#note 3: she seems so tall when you look at her. maybe it's her legs. she's actually several inches shorter than morgan

[rosemariiaa]

~Off the Rails ( And into my head)~

𐙚- pairing: Paige x Azzi

𐙚- w/c: 5.6k

𐙚- rosie’s note: suprise + happy gameday! i was def supposed to be working on my stalker fic buttt this was too cute not to play around with, if u guys enjoy this one i’m happy to write another part <3, happy reading lovelies 💌

𐙚- themes: au, fluff, gay being gays

Azzi is pretty sure the city is trying to kill her.

Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic, but between dodging aggressive taxi drivers, the sensory overload of Times Square, and her hotel room’s heating system making threatening noises at three in the morning, she’s convinced New York is testing her.

Which is fine. She likes a challenge (sometimes).

Her days are structured enough that she doesn’t have too much time to dwell on it. Wake up, drink expensive hotel coffee that tastes like disappointment, go to fittings, castings, brand meetings — smile, nod, pretend she isn’t internally cringing at people aggressively poking at the clothes on her body. It’s exhausting but manageable.

The castings are the worst part.

The first one seemed easy enough — a sleek downtown studio, all glass windows and marble floors. She felt okay at first, just another model in a sea of long legs and sharp cheekbones. But when it was her turn, the woman in charge — someone with wire-rimmed glasses and a voice like nails on glass — squinted at her like she wasn’t quite sure why Azzi was there at all.

“Smile,” the woman had said, and Azzi did.

“No,” she snapped, “not like that. Softer.”

Azzi tried again.

“No, softer. Relax your face.”

Azzi wasn’t sure how to relax her face when she suddenly felt like her whole body was being dissected under a microscope.

By the end, she walked out feeling like a mannequin someone had forgotten to put away properly.

“Don’t take it personally,” her agent had said over the phone. “They just want to see how you handle pressure.”

Right, Azzi thought bitterly, because nothing screams ‘grace under pressure’ like being told you’re smiling wrong.

She hated that it got to her — that her ex’s voice kept creeping into her head after things like that.

You’re too uptight, he’d say. You need to stop caring so much about what people think.

Like he wasn’t the one constantly picking at everything she did. Like he wasn’t the one who could ruin her whole day with a single passive-aggressive text.

She knew he was out of her life now — had been for months — but sometimes it still felt like she was waiting for the next thing to go wrong. Like if she let her guard down for too long, something bad was bound to happen.

Honestly, at this point, she wouldn’t mind if a woman chased her for a year or two.

Azzi immediately freezes at the thought.

Jesus Christ, you sound insane. Get it together.

(But also…she’s not wrong. It’s true.)

The only part of her routine that feels normal is the train.

For some reason, she’s taken to riding it instead of calling for a car like most models do. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t like feeling babied, or maybe it’s because she just enjoys the quiet anonymity of it. No cameras, no managers, no overly chatty PR people. Just her, her music, and a bunch of exhausted New Yorkers trying to get from point A to point B.

And then there’s her.

Tall. Athletic. Platinum blonde, but not in a fake way — it looks like it actually belongs to her, like she was born to be blindingly golden.

The first time Azzi sees her, she doesn’t think much of it. Just another stranger on the train, another person she’ll never see again.

The second time? Okay, weird coincidence.

The third?

Alright, what the hell is going on.

Azzi doesn’t mean to stare, but she’s a model — her job is literally to pay attention to details, to notice symmetry and proportion, and — oh god, is she actually justifying this to herself right now?

Still, she keeps catching herself analyzing the girl before she can stop it. The slight shift in her posture, the way she spreads her legs a little too wide like she’s claiming space (gay?), the loose sweatshirt hanging off her broad frame like she just threw it on without thinking.

And her face.

Azzi thought she was intimidating at first. The sharp jawline, the piercing blue eyes — classic I could beat you in a fight energy. But then she looked closer.

She wasn’t intimidating at all. If anything, she looked like an adorable golden retriever who was trying very hard to pretend she wasn’t.

The kind of girl who could probably bench press Azzi without breaking a sweat, but would also apologize profusely if she accidentally bumped into someone.

So, yeah. Weirdly interesting.

But Azzi isn’t a weirdo. She’s not about to obsess over some random subway stranger just because she happens to exist in her general vicinity every morning.

…Except the next day, she catches herself checking the train doors, waiting to see if she’ll walk in.

And she does.

Of course she does.

Azzi tells herself she’s just being observant. That’s all.

And then the blonde glances up, makes direct eye contact, and —

Smirks.

Not in a mean way. Not even in a particularly cocky way. Just this tiny, amused flicker of a smile. Like she knows something Azzi doesn’t.

Azzi immediately looks away. Get it together, Azzi, what is wrong with you.

The train stops. She doesn’t think — just moves, bolting out of her seat like she suddenly has somewhere incredibly important to be.

She does not look back.

Definitely not.

…Okay, maybe just a little.

—

Azzi tells herself she’s not thinking about her.

She’s not.

She’s thinking about work — about that weirdly aggressive casting director who kept telling her to “soften” her face, like Azzi’s somehow been walking around looking like an axe murderer this whole time.

She’s thinking about her schedule — her agent’s endless texts about last-minute fittings and branding meetings that always seem to run twenty minutes longer than anyone expects.

She’s thinking about dinner — the overpriced sushi place she keeps passing by but can’t quite convince herself to go into because eating alone at a fancy bar feels way too much like one of those sad girl in a movie moments.

She’s definitely not thinking about the blonde girl.

Except she kind of is.

Not on purpose! It’s just — her brain keeps circling back to her like a song stuck on repeat. Like a stray thread that Azzi can’t quite stop tugging at.

It’s just because she keeps showing up on the train, Azzi tells herself. That’s all.

New York’s massive, but the subway isn’t. People stick to patterns, routes, habits — it’s not that weird to see the same face a few times.

(But why is it always her face?)

It’s annoying, honestly — how the thought of her keeps creeping in when Azzi’s trying to focus.

Like this morning.

Azzi had been walking down 5th Avenue, mentally rehearsing her introduction for a big casting — something charming but casual — when she caught herself thinking, I bet the blonde girl’s never nervous before big things. I bet she just shows up and — boom — owns the whole room.

Or last night, when Azzi had tried watching a movie in her hotel room, only to completely zone out halfway through because she was too busy replaying that stupid smirk in her head.

What was that even about?

And God, it’s embarrassing — how her brain won’t let it go. She’s barely said two words to her! She doesn’t even know her name!

She’s just interesting, Azzi tells herself. That’s all.

And it’s true. She’s interesting the way a puzzle is — a bunch of pieces that shouldn’t really fit together, but somehow do.

Azzi hates that she notices things like that. Hates that she keeps wondering what her voice sounds like — if it’s sharp and dry like her smirk or if she’s secretly one of those people who laughs too loud without meaning to.

It’s just curiosity, Azzi thinks. Just passing time. It’s not a crush.

…Right?

—

Azzi’s morning is already off to a chaotic start.

She overslept (her phone alarm somehow managed to betray her), her hotel room’s shower took forever to heat up, and her only clean outfit is one of those weirdly fancy streetwear fits that somehow manages to look like she’s either trying way too hard or not trying at all.

So when she stumbles onto the train — hair still damp, blazer oversized enough to swallow her shoulders — she’s not exactly feeling her best.

And, of course, that’s the day the blonde girl’s already there.

Sitting in her usual spot, legs stretched out way too wide, one arm casually draped over the back of the seat like she’s been living on this train her whole life.

Azzi thinks about walking to the next car — just avoiding the whole situation altogether — but the doors are closing, and she’s already been spotted.

Too late now.

She sits across from her, tries to act normal. Looks down at her phone, pulls up Instagram like she’s definitely not thinking about the blonde girl sitting four feet away.

Except the blonde clears her throat, and Azzi glances up before she can stop herself.

“You again,” the blonde says, voice low and a little scratchy. Her mouth curls up in that familiar half-smirk. “‘M starting to think you’re following me.”

Azzi snorts — way louder than she means to — and immediately wants to disappear.

“Oh yeah,” she deadpans, “I moved to New York just to ride this train and stare at you like a creep.”

The blonde’s smile spreads wider. “Hey, you said it. Not me.”

Azzi rolls her eyes but can’t help the laugh that slips out. It’s too early for this. Too early for that smile and the way her blue eyes practically sparkle when she’s teasing.

The train jerks to a stop, and a new wave of people crowds in. One of them shuffles too close, nearly stepping on Azzi’s foot. She shifts, tucking her legs in a little.

“Here.”

Azzi looks up just in time to see the blonde motioning to the empty seat beside her — like it’s no big deal, like it’s just common sense.

“Oh,” Azzi says, too startled to play it cool. “Uh… thanks.”

She squeezes into the seat, awkwardly aware of how close their shoulders are now. The blonde smells like something fresh — clean laundry, maybe, with a hint of expensive cologne (Valentino?). It’s stupidly attractive.

Azzi stares straight ahead, willing her brain to stop overthinking.

“You always this quiet?” the blonde asks.

“Depends,” Azzi mutters. “You always this talkative to strangers?”

The blonde barks out a laugh — short and rough, like she wasn’t expecting it.

“Woww,” she drags out, still grinning. “Alright, cool. So we’re throwing insults now?”

Azzi shrugs. “Just calling it like I see it.”

The blonde hums, like she’s deciding whether or not to be offended. Then —

“Book club,” she says suddenly.

Azzi blinks. “…What?”

The blonde nods to the book tucked under Azzi’s arm — The Housemaid by Freida McFadden. “Didn’t take you for the book club type.”

“It’s actually just me, Azzi to be exact,” Azzi corrects, a little dry. “No club.”

The blonde’s head tilts like she’s intrigued. “Hmm. Pretty name.”

Azzi doesn’t register it right away — not until the blonde’s eyes flicker away like she hadn’t just casually called her pretty (well her name..but still!).

“Oh,” Azzi stammers. “Uh… thanks?”

The train starts to slow, and the blonde stands, tugging her bag over her shoulder. “See you tomorrow, pretty girl.”

Okay, now she called her pretty. Azzi freezes. Doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, just sits there like an idiot while the blonde steps off the train and disappears behind the closing doors.

Pretty girl.

See you tomorrow, pretty girl.

Azzi’s face burns all the way back to her hotel.

Later that day, Azzi’s sprawled on her hotel bed, pillow half-smothering her face.

“This is stupid,” she mutters into the fabric. “I’m being stupid.”

Because — what is she even doing?

She’s barely spoken to this girl, first “conversation” and yet here she is — half-convinced she’s developing some kind of pathetic subway crush. It’s not like her — she’s never been one of those people who fixates on strangers like they’re characters in a rom-com.

But there’s something about her.

The way she carries herself — so casual, so comfortable in her own skin. The way she always looks so put-together, like her hair’s been freshly done and her sweatshirt just happens to fall perfectly over her frame.

And okay, fine — the way she called her pretty girl.

Azzi groans into the pillow.

You’re not in high school, you freak, she tells herself. Get it together.

But later, when she’s brushing her teeth, she catches herself mumbling, “How do you even ask someone out when you’ve barely had more than one conversation?”

And she doesn’t have an answer.

Azzi leans over the sink, toothbrush still hanging from her mouth, staring herself down in the mirror like her reflection might have answers.

“Okay,” she mutters around the foam, voice muffled. “Let’s think about this.”

She spits, rinses, and braces her hands on the counter.

Pros:

first: The blonde’s obviously into her. Right? You don’t just call someone pretty girl and not mean something by it.

second: She’s funny — annoyingly funny — in that teasing way that makes Azzi want to roll her eyes and smile at the same time.

third: She’s hot. Like, objectively hot. The kind of hot that makes you stupid, apparently, because Azzi can’t seem to stop thinking about her.

fourth: They take the same train. Built-in excuses to see her without seeming desperate.

fifth: She’s probably not a serial killer. (Azzi pauses — yeah, that one’s more hopeful thinking than fact. Moving on.)

Cons:

first: What if she’s not actually into her? What if pretty girl was just something she says to random strangers like it’s her thing? Some people are just effortlessly flirty like that. (God, imagine how embarrassing that would be.)

second: Even if she is interested, what if she’s straight? Straight girls are so naturally flirty. Or worse — what if she’s got a girlfriend? (Or a boyfriend? Or a situationship? Or some weird on-again-off-again ex who’s still lurking in her life?)

third: What if she’s just messing with her? Like… some kind of elaborate joke that Azzi doesn’t get because she’s new here and clearly out of her element.

fourth: What if they do go out, and it’s terrible? Awkward silences, forced small talk, maybe the blonde’s whole flirty-train-persona is just her best material and there’s nothing else underneath.

She groans and drags her hands down her face.

“This is so dumb,” she mutters to her reflection. “You’ve had, like… one conversation. Chill.”

But her brain doesn’t let it go. Because honestly?

The cons are all just hypothetical. Possible, but not certain.

The pros…

The pros feel real.

The blonde’s smile, the warmth in her voice, the way she’d leaned in just a little closer when she called Azzi pretty girl — none of that had felt fake.

And even if it’s just a harmless crush, even if this whole thing turns out to be nothing…

What if it’s not?

What if she’s funny and charming and sweet in that slightly annoying way? What if she’s someone Azzi could actually… like?

Azzi leans closer to the mirror, narrowing her eyes at herself like she’s trying to read her own mind.

“You’re being insane,” she says flatly.

And yet… she’s still thinking about it.

And tomorrow, she knows she’s going to be checking those train doors again.

—

Azzi wakes up to the faint glow of sunlight spilling through her window. For once, she doesn’t feel like her skull is being crushed by exhaustion. She reaches for her phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen.

Two hours until the shoot.

Nice. Enough time to shower, get ready, and maybe even clean her disaster of a hotel room.

The shower’s warm and steady, and for a moment, Azzi stands there with her eyes closed, letting the heat loosen her muscles. Her thoughts wander — first to her shoot, then to her growing laundry pile, then… well, then to her.

The blonde.

Azzi doesn’t even know her name, yet here she is, fully thinking about her in the shower like some kind of weirdo. She groans and steps out, grabbing a towel and trying to push the image of that stupid smile out of her head.

She throws on a cropped long-sleeve top and matching Fenty sweats — perks of the brand deal — then tidies her room. By the time she’s packing her purse and slipping her phone inside, she’s feeling accomplished. Productive. Grounded.

And then she promptly ruins it all by walking straight into someone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Azzi blurts, instinctively reaching out like she can somehow fix it.

The other girl’s gripping her forehead, wincing. “It’s okay,” she mutters, voice strained. It takes Azzi half a second to recognize it — that voice. Her stomach flips before she even looks up.

No way. No way is this happening right now.

Sure enough, when the blonde pulls her glasses off with a grimace, there she is — same platinum hair, same sharp jawline, same frustratingly charming smile… except this time, her eyes are squinted in pain.

Azzi freezes. Why does she look even hotter with glasses? Focus, Azzi. You just hurt her. Stop being weird.

The blonde blinks a few times like she’s still adjusting to the light, then — somehow — smiles.

“Oh, book club,” she says brightly, still pressing her fingers to her forehead. “You staying here too? What a coincidence.” Her grin widens like she’s genuinely delighted by this.

Azzi’s eyebrows furrow. Coincidence? What was so exciting about that?

Then she feels her face warm — her whole body warm, actually — and quickly nods. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, again. Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” the blonde assures her, still smiling. “But…” She pauses, tilting her head. “I think you kinda owe me now.”

Azzi snorts before she can stop herself. “Yeah, right.”

The blonde’s face falls into an exaggerated pout. “Wow. Really? You’re just gonna assault me in public and not even try to cheer me up?”

“Oh my god,” Azzi laughs, shaking her head. “Fine. What do you want?”

The blonde taps her chin, like she’s seriously thinking about it.

“I don’t have all day, blondie,” Azzi warns, but she’s smiling now too.

The blonde lights up like that’s exactly what she was hoping for. “Sushi,” she announces. “I skipped breakfast and i’ve also been wanting to try that new fancy sushi bar up the street.”

Azzi sighs. “Fine. But my driver’s off today, so we might have to take the train.”

“No problem,” the blonde says easily. “You can drive my car.”

Azzi stops mid-step, turning to stare at her. “Wait… you have a car?”

“Yeah.” The blonde shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“Then why have you been taking the train?”

The blonde’s smile falters for a second, like she hadn’t expected the question. But then she shrugs again, casual as ever. “I like it.”

Weird, Azzi thinks, but she decides not to press. Instead, she just gives a skeptical look. “You seriously want a stranger to drive your car?”

“You’re not a stranger,” the blonde insists. “We’ve had — what — two conversations now?” She pauses, grinning. “Well, one and a half, I guess.”

Azzi huffs a laugh. “Yeah, sure. Real deep connection we’ve got here.”

“You did just give me a concussion,” the blonde points out. “I think you’re legally responsible for me now.”

“Oh my god.” Azzi rolls her eyes, fighting a smile.

“You know,” the blonde adds, eyes glinting. “I think you have to hold my hand while we walk, though.”

Azzi turns to her, unimpressed. “You don’t have two legs?”

“Well…” The blonde drags a hand dramatically down her face. “You did ruin my eyesight, I don’t wanna be hitting poles left and right..sooo…” She trails off, shrugging innocently.

Azzi can’t help it — she laughs again, quietly, and she hates that it makes the blonde’s smile widen like she’s just won something.

“Fine,” Azzi sighs. “Let’s go.”

She grabs the blonde’s hand, warm fingers wrapping easily around hers.

It’s supposed to be casual, practical — just an excuse to get her moving — but then the blonde’s fingers slide between hers, lacing together like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Azzi swears she feels her heartbeat stutter.

She tells herself she’s imagining things — that this girl is just the type to be annoyingly comfortable with casual touch. But then she feels the blonde shift a little closer, their arms brushing as they walk.

Azzi doesn’t say anything. She’s not even sure she wants to.

And maybe she’s imagining it, but she swears she can feel the blonde’s thumb trace over her knuckles — slow, deliberate — like she’s testing the waters.

Azzi bites the inside of her cheek, fighting a smile.

Yeah… she definitely has a crush.

—

Azzi never pictured herself like this — sitting in the driver’s seat of someone else’s car, navigating unfamiliar New York streets, her hands gripping the wheel a little tighter than necessary.

She glances at the blonde in the passenger seat —wait.., she reminds herself — but then realizes… no, she’s still not actually sure of her name.

They’d had two conversations — well, one and a half as the blonde stated — and Azzi still hadn’t asked. Not that it mattered. Except now it kinda did.

It’s quiet. Not uncomfortable exactly, but still… quiet.

Azzi turns her eyes back to the road, trying to focus. This whole situation feels surreal — like some bizarre fever dream. She didn’t move to New York thinking she’d end up driving a complete stranger to a sushi bar. She came here to focus on herself — her career — to hit reset after… everything.

“You’re a pretty good driver,” the blonde says suddenly, like she’s genuinely impressed.

Azzi laughs under her breath. “I think you’re just saying that ‘cause you’re scared for your life.”

The blonde grins. “Nah. If I was scared, I’d be giving you directions like my grandma — you know, all ‘slow down, watch the curb, both hands on the wheel.’”

Azzi smiles despite herself, relaxing just a little.

“So…” the blonde draws out the word. “Why’d you move to New York?”

Azzi shrugs. “I guess it just felt like the right place for me.”

“Yeah?” The blonde leans back in her seat, stretching her legs out comfortably. “And what do you do, exactly?”

“I model,” Azzi answers. “Not full-time yet, but… working on it.”

The blonde’s eyebrows lift. “Ohhh, so you’re like one of those people who always looks good without trying?”

Azzi scoffs. “Yeah, sure. I totally woke up gorgeous this morning.”

The blonde laughs softly, then her tone shifts — still casual, but more curious. “Okay so… why’d you really move here?”

Azzi hesitates, debating how honest she wants to be. “Honestly?” she says finally. “I needed a change. And… a getaway.”

“From what?” The blonde’s head tilts. “Or who?”

Azzi exhales through her nose. “Weird ex,” she mutters.

The blonde makes a face like that’s all she needs to hear. “Understandable,” she says easily. “So… what’d your boyfriend — I mean, ex-boyfriend — do?”

Azzi’s grip tightens briefly on the steering wheel. “How do you know it was a guy?”

The blonde shrugs. “I just assumed. I mean… you don’t look gay for real.”

Azzi’s mouth falls open in mock offense. “Excuse me?”

The blonde grins like she’s been waiting for that reaction. “Whattt?”

“I take offense to that,” Azzi says, flicking her shoulder without thinking.

The blonde gasps dramatically, clutching her arm. “Oh my god — did you just hit me? I’m already injured!”

“Oh, please.” Azzi rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning now too.

“So” The blonde pauses, eyes still sparkling. “You like women?”

Azzi nods. “Yeah.” Then, narrowing her eyes playfully, “You?”

The blonde snorts like the answer’s obvious. “I thought everyone could tell.”

“Oh, they could,” Azzi quips.

The blonde lets out a laugh — loud and unrestrained — and suddenly, the tension that had been lingering between them slips right out the window. The air feels easier now, warmer somehow.

As they pull up to the sushi bar, Paige hops out first, casually rounding the car just as Azzi locks the doors. Before Azzi can even think about it, the blonde’s fingers find hers again — no warning, no hesitation. Just warm skin sliding against her palm, fingers lacing like they belong there.

Azzi glances down at their hands — Paige’s hand in hers. The blonde doesn’t say anything about it, doesn’t even look her way — just keeps walking like this is the most natural thing in the world.

Azzi doesn’t say anything either. Maybe she doesn’t want to.

Inside, the sushi bar is small and cozy — warm lighting, soft music, and the faint scent of soy sauce lingering in the air. They slide into a booth by the window, Paige stretching her legs out comfortably while Azzi flips through the menu.

“I’m just getting the spicy tuna rolls,” the blonde announces, tossing her menu aside like she’s done this a hundred times before. “Easy choice.”

Azzi snorts. “That’s boring.”

“Okay, model, what’s your go-to?” the blonde challenges, grinning.

Azzi hums thoughtfully. “Salmon sashimi… and tempura shrimp rolls. Oh, and gyoza.”

“Damn,” the blonde laughs. “Ordering the whole menu?”

“You literally said your ‘easy choice’ like you’ve never eaten anything else in your life.”

“Maybe I haven’t,” the blonde shoots back, grinning wider.

They both end up ordering a mix of everything — the blonde insists on adding edamame, claiming “you can’t not order edamame,” and Azzi doesn’t argue.

“So…” the blonde leans her elbows on the table. “You’re a model, huh?”

Azzi nods, fiddling with her chopsticks. “Trying to be.”

“I feel like I’ve seen you before,” the blonde says thoughtfully. “Are you, like… famous?”

Azzi laughs, shaking her head. “Not even close.”

“Well…” The blonde shrugs. “I’ll keep an eye out.”

Azzi smiles despite herself. “Guess so.”

“What about you?” Azzi asks, leaning back in her seat. “You just hang out on trains and get concussions for fun?”

The blonde grins. “Nah… I’m kinda retired.”

Azzi frowns. “From what?”

“Basketball,” the blonde says like it’s nothing. “I design sometimes, though — clothes, mostly.”

“You’re a designer?”

“Sometimes,” the blonde repeats, like it’s more of a side project than an identity. “I moved here ‘cause I know some people working in fashion. Some models too.” She gestures vaguely, then pauses. “Guess I know one more now.”

Azzi smiles, but there’s something tugging at the back of her mind.

“You know,” she says slowly. “I still don’t know your name.”

The blonde freezes, blinking once like she’s surprised.

“Oh,” she says, like she just realized it too. “Paige.”

Paige. The name settles in Azzi’s mind like something she’s supposed to remember — something important.

“Nice to meet you… Paige.” Azzi smiles.

“Likewise.” Paige’s smile is lazy, soft — like she’s already known Azzi for years.

Their food arrives, and the conversation drifts between light teasing and easy conversation. Paige’s smile never seems to falter — it’s so constant that Azzi wonders if her face just naturally sits like that.

The sushi plates were nearly empty now, chopsticks scattered across the table like forgotten utensils in a game of pick-up sticks. Paige was still talking — something about her old basketball days — but Azzi wasn’t really listening. Not properly, anyway.

She was too distracted.

By the way Paige’s fingers danced along her water glass. By the way she smiled — wide and easy, like she didn’t have a single thing to hide. By the way those blue eyes — god, those blue eyes — kept flicking back to her between sentences.

Azzi barely noticed her own phone screen lighting up beside her. She figured it was just a reminder or some random email.

“Wait, hold up,” Paige said suddenly, interrupting herself. “You keep checking the time — you got somewhere to be?”

Azzi blinked back into focus. “Shit,” she muttered, checking her lock screen properly for the first time. “Yeah… I’ve got a shoot soon.”

“You’re working today?” Paige’s eyebrows lifted. “Damn. Busy woman.”

Azzi snorted. “Something like that.”

“Oh, wait,” Paige said suddenly, snapping her fingers like she’d just remembered something important. “I ordered dessert.”

Azzi blinked. “Dessert?”

“Yeah.” Paige grinned. “Figured I’d earn some extra points in case you tried to knock me out again.”

Azzi huffed a laugh, shaking her head.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” Paige said, leaning back with a smug smile. “But you laughed, so…”

Azzi tried to fight her smile but failed

By the time they left the restaurant, Azzi was running late.

“You sure you’ll make it in time?” Paige asked as they walked back to her car.

“Yeah,” Azzi sighed. “Just gotta take the train since my driver’s off today.”

“I can take you,” Paige offered like it was nothing.

Azzi frowned. “I thought you weren’t feeling good enough to drive?”

“I’m feeling better now,” Paige said with a grin that Azzi didn’t fully trust.

“Uh-huh,” Azzi muttered.

“Look,” Paige said, twirling her keys around her finger, “it’s for safety measures.”

Azzi shot her a look. “Safety measures?”

“Yeah,” Paige said like it was obvious. “Gotta make sure you actually make it inside.”

“You’re weird.”

“I get that a lot.”

When they reached the building, Paige stayed parked at the curb, one hand still on the wheel.

“I’ll wait ‘til you’re inside,” Paige said casually.

Azzi gave her a look. “For safety measures, right?”

Paige grinned. “Exactly.”

Azzi smiled, grabbing her bag before heading to the door.

She turned back once more before walking inside, just in time to see Paige driving off.

Azzi reached for the handle — and nothing.

She tried again — still locked.

“What the hell…”

Peering through the window, she saw dim lights and empty chairs. The place was closed.

Her phone? Dead.

“Of course,” Azzi muttered.

With a sigh, she fished out her portable charger from her bag — dead too.

“Perfect.”

Azzi paced for a second, chewing her lip before finally deciding to call her agent from the nearby payphone — something she hadn’t done since, like… middle school.

“Azzi?” her agent answered almost immediately. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the building,” Azzi said. “No one’s here.”

“Because the shoot’s postponed, remember?”

Azzi froze. “Wait… what?”

“I texted you earlier,” her agent explained. “You didn’t see it?”

Azzi closed her eyes, exhaling sharply. No, she hadn’t seen it — because she’d been too busy sitting in that sushi bar, watching some blonde idiot grin her way through stories about terrible basketball injuries and spicy tuna rolls.

“My phone died,” Azzi muttered. “I didn’t see it.”

“Well… you’re off the hook for today. Go do something fun, I guess.”

“Yeah… okay.”

They hung up, and Azzi stood there for a moment, still processing everything.

Now she was stuck outside this empty building. Paige was long gone. And the last thing Azzi felt like doing was walking all the way back to the train station.

She groaned under her breath, leaning against the cold brick wall.

This is what you get for thinking with your heart — or worse… your hormones.

With a sigh, Azzi turned toward the pay phone again, fumbling for some change in her bag. She figured calling a cab was her best bet now — walking to the train station in this heat felt like some cruel punishment she didn’t deserve.

She’d just fed a quarter into the slot when she heard the familiar rumble of an engine — low and steady, like the sound of a car that had seen some things but still ran perfectly.

Azzi turned her head — and there it was.

That same black Jeep pulling into the parking lot.

The same freakishly tall blonde stepped out, holding a small paper bag and looking around like she was lost. Paige’s eyes landed on Azzi, and she grinned, jogging over like this was just a casual meetup and not the second time she’d shown up unannounced.

“Hi there,” Paige said, all smug like she knew something Azzi didn’t.

Azzi let out a soft laugh. “What are you doing here?”

“I forgot to give you this.” Paige held up the bag. “I actually ordered the dessert for you and yeah.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, and I locked my keycard in my room, sooo…” Paige winced. “Yeah.”

Azzi snorted. “Dumb blonde things?”

“Dumb blonde things,” Paige confirmed with a grin.

“What about you?” Paige asked. “Why’re you still out here, shoot over already?”

Azzi sighed. “My phone’s dead, so I didn’t see my agent’s text. The shoot was postponed, and I was too busy listening to you talk my ear off to even notice. Then you drove off, so I was stuck here debating whether to walk to the train or just call a cab — but my driver’s off today, and it’s so hot and I—”

“Whoa, whoa.”

Paige grabbed her hands — actually grabbed her hands — and Azzi froze mid-ramble.

“Calm down,” Paige said softly, her fingers giving a gentle squeeze. “Just… breathe, kay?”

Azzi exhaled shakily, her pulse still racing for a reason that had nothing to do with the weather.

“Better?” Paige asked, her eyes searching hers.

Azzi nodded. “Yeah… better.”

Paige smiled. “Good. Now c’mon — I’ll take you back to the hotel. No problem.”

Azzi blinked. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Paige grinned again, a little softer this time. “Besides… I owe you for the amazing sushi date.”

Date? Date. Oh..a date.

Azzi masked the nervousness with a laugh under her breath. “Yeah, fair.”

Without thinking, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Paige’s waist in a quick hug.

“Thank you.” She said.

Paige went rigid at first — like she hadn’t expected it — but then her arms lifted, curling loosely around Azzi’s shoulders.

“‘S no problem, Az,” Paige murmured, her voice lower now — softer.

Azzi froze, pulling back slightly. “Az?”

Paige’s face went pink. “Oh… uh…” She scratched the back of her neck. “I mean… I just figured… I dunno, is that okay?”

Azzi grinned. “Yeah… it’s okay.”

“Cool,” Paige said, scratching the back of her neck. “Cool, cool…”

Azzi shook her head, turning toward the car.

She wasn’t sure what was more surprising — the fact that Paige had called her Az, or the fact that Azzi kinda hoped she’d say it again.

Az.

[animasola86]

LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH9

Mommy takes you to the Pet Cafe. But instead of fluffy animals, you meet a bunch of half-naked girls wearing masks, collars and tail plugs...

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Mommy/Daddy kink. Dd/Md/lg dynamics. Pet names. Dom/sub. Mistress/pet. A hint of dubcon. Sex toys under clothing. Anonymous sex. Cunnilingus. Anal play/insertions. Belly bulge. Vibrators. Butt plugs. (More notes under the cut!)

WORDS: 5.7k ���️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1–2–3–4–5–6 7–8–9–10–11–12

A/N: RECAP: Reader (we call her Pumpkin), in her 20s, has hair and female genitalia, suffers from depression and anxiety, and has agreed to become the little girl/submissive to a couple she's supposed to call Mommy and Daddy, who are in their early/late thirties. ADDITIONAL WARNING: As mentioned in the warning tags above, this chapter has a hint of dubcon, maybe even a tad noncon. Mommy is a bit more hands-on with Pumpkin this time, and while consent isn't given officially, remember: this is fiction and it's all part of the strange mixture of dom/sub/caregiver/little/BDSM-inspired relationship dynamics monster I created here. Pumpkin is fine, she likes it, do not worry about her!

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Your stomach churned a little when you watched Mommy. Sitting beside you, her hand still warm between your legs, she looked out of the window of the car, smiling softly. Somehow it wasn't her usual smile. There was something dark about it. You probably shouldn't have mentioned Daddy. But you couldn't help it, he was on your mind, if you wanted to or not.

And Mommy taking you to a sex shop run by a tall, gorgeous woman with a voice that rivaled Daddy's low timbre (not to mention the apparently giant cock hiding under her tight skirt), hadn't made it any easier to forget about him. Though that little vibrator moment had been a nice break from thinking for a while.

It was confusing, to say the least, to have to balance between giving Mommy and Daddy equal amounts of your attention. For the longest time in your life, you had thought you were only attracted to men, despite the few experiments with your girl friends, but now that Mommy was a part of your existence and with all the things she'd done to and with you already, your mind was in proper shambles, and figuring out who you were attracted to more was difficult.

But then again: did you have to choose? No. They made it pretty clear that they wanted to share you, and while you thought neither of them had a problem with that, you did catch some strange looks from Mommy since you agreed to be their little girl. Was she jealous? She shouldn't be, you liked her just the same, or so you thought. But looking back, it did seem a little unfair.

She had been the one to pluck you off the street, to give you food, to invite you into their home, to offer you a new chance in life. And the first thing you did when you saw Daddy for the first time was completely forget about her. And then after that long shopping and makeover day with her, where she'd done everything to make you feel good about yourself, you came back to the house and fell right into Daddy's arms, ignoring her all over again.

Then there was the night you spent together, when you woke up with her wrapped around you, both of you naked, and you still had no idea what had happened – and instead of figuring it out, asking her about it, you let Daddy whisk you away into the shower and later into the woods, forgetting about the instance quickly.

You felt bad. You never intended to treat her any less, and maybe it hadn't been entirely your fault, but you felt as if you could have done more, throw yourself into her arms, cling to her, show her affection instead of Daddy, or at least equal amounts.

Inhaling deeply, you looked down at her hand nudged between your legs, unmoving, warm, a gentle pressure to your core. The motion was hesitant, but eventually, you placed your hand on top of hers, spreading your legs a little more. You looked at her, waiting for her to meet your gaze, and when she did, there was a bit of surprise on her beautiful face.

Before you could figure out what to say or do, though, the car rolled into a stop, and Mommy looked away again, pulling her hand from beneath yours.

“We're here,” she said and unbuckled first your and then her seat belt, motioning you to follow her. You climbed out of the car after her, your legs a little shaky. She held her hand out and you grabbed it quickly, still watching her, hoping to convey how sorry you were. For what exactly you weren't sure, you couldn't really name it, it was just a heavy feeling in your guts.

But she didn't really acknowledge you long enough for you to steer any kind of conversation into that direction, she just pulled you along, towards an unassuming door on the back of a large brick building. Right, the Pet Cafe, she had called it. There was a small electronic display mounted to the wall, and she held up her watch to it. A beep sounded and the heavy metal door opened with a hiss.

She quickly pulled you through it, closing it behind you. But instead of following the long, dimly lit hallway deeper into the belly of the building, she stopped, finally looking at you. There was a strange expression on her face, a sinister smile and a glint in her eyes.

“I have a challenge for you, mi amor,” she said quietly, pushing her hand into her purse.

You watched her nervously, a sudden throb crashing through your core as she retrieved the pink vibrator. She rubbed it between her hands, then held it out to you on her palm. You frowned.

“I want you to hold this for me for the rest of the day,” she told you, tilting her head. Your eyes flicked from hers down to the item, and when you reached out to touch it, she chuckled softly. “But not with your hands, silly.”

You stared back at her, confusion washing over you. It took you a long moment to realize what she wanted from you. She took your hand and placed the toy onto it, her fingers gliding along its egg-shaped form down to the thick tail with the little button at the end.

“I want you to get used to having something in your pretty pussy, baby. It's completely natural, nothing weird about it. I know you can do it,” she cooed, rolling the vibe on your palm. “Come on, stick it in.”

Your eyes widened. Panic surged through you. Here? Wherever here was, but it felt too public to do something like this. And in front of her? Sure, she'd had her fingers in your cunt before, had seen you naked on multiple occasions, but somehow her scrutinizing gaze felt different now. A little condescending, challenging, cruel. You swallowed hard.

And it wasn't just the thought of having something inside you, but to use your own fingers to do so felt a lot stranger than you'd imagined. You took a shuddering breath and curled your fingers around the toy, turning it between them, aligning it just right. It wasn't particularly big or long, but you knew you'd feel it, you felt it before after all.

Throwing a last glance at Mommy, you pulled your dress up with your free hand and nudged your panties to the side just enough. It was a very awkward position, so you had to spread your legs and bend your knees a little, leaning over yourself (making it even more awkward) to fulfill Mommy's wish (but the strangest thing was that you didn't question it once or even tried to protest, you just did it, because she said so).

With your heart beating in your throat, you pushed the rounded toy between your labia until your cunt gave way and swallowed the object, sucking it in lazily. You gave it another nudge to push it further, and a shudder crashed through you. Holding onto the tail that was sticking out of you now, you straightened up, biting your lip as you looked at Mommy.

Instead of praising you, she stepped in and suddenly turned you around, a hand on your back as she made you bend over. You felt her flip up your dress, exposing your rear before she pulled down your panties. “Mommy!” you whined quietly, trying to squirm away, your hands braced on the wall.

“Stay still,” she ordered, her voice harsher than before.

You froze immediately, breathing harder, your eyes watering. She felt between your legs and grabbed the toy's tail, pulling it back, the vibrator shifting inside you. When she clicked the button a few times, you flinched badly and had to force yourself to remain where you were, your heart thundering inside your chest as the vibrations pulsed through you.

She amped it up all the way, a steady buzz deep inside you, but instead of letting go and readjusting your panties, she rubbed the thicker end of the tail between your ass cheeks, and then –

“Mommy, no!” you shrieked when she pressed the silicone against your puckered hole. “Not there, please!” you wailed.

But she didn't listen, just pushed harder against your tight muscles. You wanted to sink into the floor, shame crashing over you, a strange pressure and pain surging into your shaking limbs, as well as an unfamiliar tingle that didn't feel as bad but still embarrassing to admit to.

She had one arm around your stomach, holding you against her, her legs keeping yours in place. She kept prodding, a soft sigh escaping her. “What a tight bum you have,” she whispered. “I can't wait to fully stretch you out.”

You shivered, fighting tears now. A croaked squeak slipped from your throat when she eventually managed to push the other end of the vibe into your ass. You didn't want to think about it, not register the strange feeling. It wasn't big by any means, but it didn't belong there, it felt wrong. Your muscles clenched around it, as did your cunt around the vibrator.

She rubbed her hand between your ass cheeks before giving one of them a gentle slap that made you shriek and flinch. Then she leaned down to pull your panties back up, adjusting them so the toy wouldn't be able to slip out.

Her hands rested on your waist then as she leaned over you, brushing her lips against your neck. “My good girl, so brave, do you think you can handle this, hm?”

You swallowed, blinked away a few tears. “Yes, Mommy,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to ignore the constant buzz and clenching of your muscles, the subtle weight of the object inside you. As humiliating as this felt, you had to do it for her, wanted to do it for her. You owed her this much, and more.

She helped you straighten up and fixed your dress, rubbing her hands along your sides. “Come take a few steps,” she offered, holding out her hand.

You took it and moved, but as soon as you did, you felt a strange sensation, the toy rubbing inside you, both ends pulling onto each other, shifting and nudging against you.

“Just hold onto it, I know you can do it,” she said softly, leading you a few more steps down the hallway. “Keep it nice and tight down there. Yes, like that, good, look at you go, you're doing it.”

Her praise helped a little, and you realized it wasn't as bad. Your panties sat snug enough to keep the item in place, so you didn't have to fear for it to slip out. You tried to focus onto easing your breathing and your rapidly beating heart, and once you reached the end of the hallway, you walked a little bit more normal again.

Your eyes fell onto a sign on the wall. The Pet Cafe. Oh, you'd forgotten about that. Now, you didn't know what you expected (maybe one of those cafes full of cats and dogs and other animals considered pets?), but it surely wasn't a large room nestled into a windowless building with dim lights, filled with tables and chairs and couches – mostly occupied by a bunch of half-naked girls.

After opening the unassuming door, Mommy pulled you into the cafe, and you couldn't help but stare, the buzzing toy inside you suppressed for now. There were girls, of all shapes and sizes, in black leather masks that covered only their eyes and foreheads, with large bunny ears, pointy cat ears, floppy dog ears. They were wearing shiny high heels, black stockings and garter belts, lacy bras that barely covered anything. Thick leather bands adorned their necks. Their hair was done up in twin tails or little buns on the side of their heads.

And as your eyes raked over them when they walked about carrying trays of drinks or food, you noticed they all had tails, some long and bushy, some thin or thick, some fluffy balls of white fur – and they sat right between their ass cheeks. The little nub in your own ass twitched as you clenched your muscles around it, realizing they were wearing butt plugs – and no underwear, their smooth sexes exposed to the air around them.

Heat crashed into your face, and you were glad the lighting was so low. You pressed closer to Mommy, who squeezed your hand and looked at you with a smile. You tried to focus on her, somehow impressed by how many niche sex-related establishments she knew and frequented. Before you could ask her about it, a bunny girl approached you, bowing deep as Mommy turned her attention to her.

“Welcome back, Mistress,” she said quietly. “What can I do for you today?”

You frowned at the name the girl had given your Mommy, but you were also no longer surprised by much anymore. Apparently she was a regular in this place.

“Hello Bunbun,” she greeted the girl, reaching out a hand to gently grab her chin and squeeze it. The girl smiled, blinking behind her mask. “I'd like a table in the back, a coffee and a water, and tell Kitty to come over with the Long Boy.”

“Will do, Mistress, please follow me,” the girl named Bunbun said and bowed her head again, her long leather ears flopping down at the motion, before she slipped from Mommy's grip with another smile, clicking away on her high heels, her hips swaying, the little pompom tail bouncing between her round ass cheeks.

You stared after her, still quite confused about whatever was going on. Mommy squeezed your hand and pulled you along as you followed the half-naked girl to the back of the room, where a small table was settled between a brick wall covered in ivy and an intricate partition screen. Two chairs faced each other. You were motioned to one, the other was pulled out for Mommy. She sat down with a smile and nodded at Bunbun, who excused herself to prepare the order.

You sat down slowly, fully aware of the toy inside you again. At first it felt weird, your body weight pushing the buzzing object deeper, but you soon adjusted, trying to ignore the constant vibrations and the way your muscles wouldn't stop clenching. But you still couldn't help shifting on your seat, your thighs trembling a little. You focused on Mommy on the other side of the round table, who had crossed her legs and tapped her long fingernails on the wooden tabletop, watching you a little impassively, with only a tiny spark of amusement twinkling in her dark eyes.

Only a few minutes later, Bunbun came back carrying a tray with a coffee cup and a tall water, setting both down on the table. Behind her stood another girl, one with a cat mask and a long black tail hanging down between her legs. She was rather short, maybe even shorter than you, had long black hair in tight braids framing her half-hidden face. She had her hands behind her back, holding something you couldn't see.

Before the bunny girl left, she bowed her head, seemingly waiting for something. “Take Kitty's tail, Bunbun,” Mommy said quietly, while you watched the scene with confused interest. Bunbun walked around the other girl who bent over a little, and you heard a little exhale when one girl pulled at the other girl's tail, the plug (a rather big one, long and wide, now that you thought about it) dangling off the other side.

They had to walk around with those things up their butts? You shivered just thinking about it, feeling the tiny nub pressed into your own, which already felt like too much. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you kept observing the girls. Bunbun bowed again, walking away with the cat girl's tail in her hand, while the girl in the cat mask knelt down in front of Mommy, her head bowed as well, the object she'd held behind her back now resting on her lap. You still couldn't quite see what it was from this angle.

It was a strange sight, this kneeling girl, so obedient, yet so provocative in her lingerie, but Mommy acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She also seemed rather familiar with the girls to begin with. You watched her – flinching when she suddenly met your gaze, the twinkle back in her eyes.

“Give Kitty your panties, mi amor,” she told you, and you stared at her, all color draining from your face as something cold settled in your stomach.

“What?” you gasped.

“You heard me, baby,” she said pointedly, her smile faltering a little.

“But –”

She cleared her throat, her eyes narrowing and darkening as she fixated you, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Do as I tell you,” she said quietly.

The cold spread through your limbs, while heat shot into your eyes as tears welled up inside them. You'd never seen Mommy like this, so dominant, so demanding, so not caring or nice or gentle. It was strange and hurt deep inside you, but it also made your cunt clench around the buzzing toy, and before you knew it, you shifted on your seat, awkwardly pulling your panties down your legs, ignoring the tear rolling down your cheek.

Once you bunched up the fabric in your fist, the girl with the cat ears turned to you, shuffling on her knees, holding out one hand. You couldn't look at her, just dropped your underwear into her palm and stared back down at your hands clenched around the hem of your dress. You still noticed how the girl shoved your panties under the lace of her bra.

“Turn around, Kitty,” Mommy said, making you look up. The girl did as she was told, shuffling on the floor, half hidden under the table, her backside to Mommy, her head close to your knee. As she turned, she handed the object back to Mommy, who placed it fully visible on the table next to her coffee cup. Your eyes widened as you stared at it.

It was a large silicone dildo, long and black, a double-ended one, both ends shaped like the head of a cock. You swallowed dryly at the sight of it. Under the table, Kitty, the girl with the cat ears, shuffled into position, and when you suddenly felt her hands on your knees, gently but firmly pulling them apart, you scooted back in your chair that scraped loudly over the floor before standing up awkwardly.

“Mi amor,” Mommy addressed you with a sigh. “Behave, okay? Be a good girl now. Let Kitty do her job. You'll enjoy it, don't worry.”

You stared at her with wide eyes, unable to process her words. “I... no! I... I don't understand... what... what is going on? What is this place? Why –”

“Breathe, baby girl, relax,” she said, leaning over the table to touch your shoulder and push you back into your chair with an unfamiliar force. You slumped down, a little twitch crashing through you as you put pressure on the toy stuck inside you. “This is the Pet Cafe, and these are my pets. These girls work for me, they can make the best cup of coffee in town and their little tongues can do wonders, believe me. A good place to wind down and relax and let your worries behind. I thought you'd appreciate it...”

You furrowed your eyebrows, still struggling to understand. The girl named Kitty moved closer, her hands once more finding your knees, this time she really grabbed them, keeping you in place. You stared down at her, finding her eyes behind her mask.

“It'll be alright,” she whispered barely audible. “I won't hurt you.”

“B-but... do... do you really... want this? Why are you doing this?” you mouthed back.

Kitty smiled. “I do want this, I love it. There's nothing better than dipping my tongue into a sweet cunt, and yours looks so pretty...”

You looked away, your whole face aflame by now. She pressed between your legs, spreading them further, her eyes raking over your mound. You felt exposed and very uncomfortable. The sheer amount of people staring at your crotch over the last days was really concerning. And yet you couldn't help the heat settling low in your stomach, the tension, the clenching of your muscles around the toy. It was wrong, it felt wrong, but you couldn't deny feeling very aroused by it also.

Your wavering gaze returned to Mommy, who had shifted on her chair, her long legs, still crossed, turned to the side while she slid her hand up and down the long dildo. You tried to relax into your own chair, muttering a weak “Okay”, letting the girl between your legs do her thing, whatever that was. Your hands clenched around the edge of the table, your chest rising and falling faster.

You flinched badly when you felt Kitty's warm tongue on the inside of your thigh, a wet sensation that slowly traveled higher until she licked a long stroke up your entire slit. You whimpered under the sensation, squeezing your eyes closed.

“It's alright, baby, let it happen,” Mommy whispered.

You nodded, not daring to open your eyes just yet. The girl between your legs continued, her hands rubbing up and down your thighs as she licked and lapped at your cunt, soft hums and moans vibrating against you. And somehow the doubts dissipated, your head emptying as all you felt was her warm tongue and gentle licks. Your eyelids fluttered open, and you met Mommy's soft smile.

“Good girl,” she mused, watching you closely, occasionally taking a sip from her coffee. The hand that held the dildo had vanished under the table, and when you felt Kitty gasping against your crotch, you had an idea of where it had disappeared into. A deep shudder crashed through you. Mommy moved her hand, gave a push, and that push sent the girl into you with a groan.

Between licking you and getting impaled by a long dildo, she fumbled her mask off her face, allowing her to fully press it between your legs, her nose rubbing at your hooded clit as she pressed her lips against your labia, her tongue lapping along your entrance, teasing at the toy stuck inside you. You felt her teeth scraping over the silicone, tugging on it, the constant buzz only one of many sensations crashing over you.

This is so bizarre, you thought between quietly mewling and struggling to stay still on your chair. How did you end up in a strange kink cafe full of naked girls wearing butt plugs, with one of them licking at your cunt, while Mommy was playing with the girl's ass? What wrong turn did you take to get here? Was it a wrong turn or was it just unfamiliar, a world you never knew existed? As if becoming the little girl of a man and a woman you were supposed to call Mommy and Daddy wasn't unusual enough.

But you kept being pushed further, deeper onto the dark side of life, experiencing things you'd always considered somewhat forbidden and depraved and taboo and uncalled for. From kissing a woman to having her finger you in the shower, to a man rubbing his cock between your labia and giving him a handjob after, to visiting a sex shop and having a vibe in your cunt, you ended up with a girl crouching under the table eating you out as if she'd been starved her whole life.

It was more than bizarre! But there was one thing that connected all those acts of supposed debauchery: whatever happened, you had felt lighter, it had been easier to breathe, your mind had been silenced while pleasure had flooded your senses. They might have spiked your anxiety, but they also pushed it aside again, distracting you. Making you feel better, at least in the moment. And wasn't that what mattered? What Mommy and Daddy had set out to do? Help you get better?

They might have unconventional methods that your innocent little brain had trouble comprehending, but somehow it worked, didn't it? And once you were past that awkward threshold of shame and humiliation, it felt... good. And the lines blurred, and it didn't matter whose tongue was lapping up your wetness, whose eyes raked your flushed face, where you were and how you ended up here.

All you felt was warmth and bliss, spreading over your exposed skin, as your eyes rolled back and you slipped down on your chair, pressing harder against the face between your legs, your hands tight around the edge of the table. A moan slipped from your trembling lips, your whole body aflame. Kitty licked firmer, faster, suckling on your lower lips before she moved up and lapped at your clit, nudging it out of hiding until it was throbbing and pulsing, and you felt as if you could explode from within.

And then her finger poked at the toy inside you, the motion causing it to slip from your ass, your tense muscles clenching and unclenching in rhythm to your rapidly beating heart. The vibrations grew more intense as she pressed it deeper into your fluttering cunt, her finger guiding it against that spot that made you see stars dancing at the edge of your vision. Like Mommy, she held the vibe there until you shuddered and flinched and came with a drawn-out sigh, rocking against Kitty's face as she continued sucking on your clit.

You felt your hips stuttering, more wetness seeping out of you that she eagerly licked up, moaning into your core as she did so. You succumbed to the pleasure, a boneless thing on your chair, barely able to stay upright. Her hands found your waist, pushing you back a little, holding you up. Her face remained between your legs, licking and sucking and lapping and nibbling, her labored breaths hot against your sensitive skin.

“That's enough, Kitty,” sounded Mommy's voice in your ears, through the fog in your head, and you lazily opened your eyes, licking your lips, feeling warm and cozy under the girl's ministrations. Kitty gave you one last stroke of her tongue before she leaned back, looking up at you with a shy smile, her lips glistening in your juices. You smiled back even more timid, mouthing a quiet “Thank you” that made her smile grew wider. She nodded at you and put her mask back onto her head, slowly crawling out from under the table.

But she remained with her raised backside to Mommy, bowing down until her forehead rested on her folded arms, and you noticed the long black dildo poking out of her ass, halfway disappearing inside. Still hazy from your orgasm and the overall experience, you watched a little confused as Mommy grabbed the dildo and pulled it out, leaving the girl's hole gaping for a moment before she clenched it shut again.

“Watch, mi amor, look what a body is capable of, what your body will be capable of soon enough,” she told you, and you blinked your eyes into focus when she pressed the tip of the dildo back against Kitty's sphincter before her muscles gave way and swallowed up the long toy.

She pushed and pushed further, and it sank deeper and deeper, the whole thing, vanishing inside the girl's small body. How is this even possible, you wondered, vehemently ignoring the implication of having to endure this yourself one day, but watching Kitty, she seemed rather relaxed, a little tilt to her hips, a slight arch to her back, goosebumps rippling over her skin, but otherwise she showed no reaction to having an entire dildo (that must have been at least ten inches long, maybe longer?) pressed into her ass.

Mommy gave the last inch a little nudge with her finger, and you watched in growing horror how the girl's hole clenched shut after the last of the thick dildo vanished inside her. Mommy rubbed her hand over Kitty's rear, before pulling her up and into a standing position. The girl stumbled a little on her high heels but quickly regained her composure, standing straight, chest out, and you could see a little dent in her otherwise flat stomach, a bulge, and it must be the dildo trying to find space inside her.

Your cunt clenched in a mixture of dread and arousal. Mommy pulled the girl onto her lap, rubbing her belly. “See? Isn't it marvelous?” she whispered, looking past Kitty at you. “One day, you'll feel this too, cariño. How does it feel, Kitty?” she asked the girl, who blushed deeply, shifting on Mommy's leg.

“Full but so good, Mistress,” she replied, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Thank you for stuffing me so full.”

Mommy laughed. “Anytime, my dear pet. Do you want to keep it in for the rest of your shift?”

You saw the tiniest of hesitations on Kitty's half-hidden face, a little tension in her shoulders, but then she smiled bravely. “If you allow it, Mistress.”

“I will,” Mommy said, rubbing the girl's arm before she nudged her to stand again. “Bunbun!” she then called, and the bunny girl came by so fast you suspected she had been waiting right behind the partition screen.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Kitty's tail?” Mommy asked, holding out her hand.

The cat girl stood quite stiff beside her, and you watched her breathing a little rougher, her stomach fluttering, that bulge looking more and more uncomfortable. You couldn't imagine it to feel good to be filled like that. Up the ass no less. Where did that thing even go, up her guts? You didn't want to think too much about it, but you still flinched when Kitty gave a quiet wince as Mommy pushed her forward to bend over, folding her in half while pressing the plug part of her cat tail against her tight hole.

A muffled gasp escaped the girl when the older woman pressed the big plug into her, nudging the dildo a few inches further. You cringed in sympathy. Once the plug sat snug between her ass cheeks, the long black tail swinging slightly between her legs, Mommy gave her a soft slap, making her stumble a little.

“Good pet, go and get your reward,” she told her, and while you thought she'd be allowed to finally leave and do whatever, Kitty went down on her knees again and crawled back under the table.

You let out a surprised shriek when she returned to the place between your legs, her mouth back at your cunt, but instead of licking you once more, you felt her tugging at the vibrator, and you shifted slightly, lifting your hips when she pulled the thing out of you, the buzzing louder now that it was exposed to the air again. You watched her with a frown when she closed her lips around the egg-shaped object (glistening in your juices), before her hand moved up to click the button at the end to turn it off.

Then she scooted back and stood up, the pink toy firmly between her teeth, its thick tail hanging out of her mouth like the tail of a mouse she had just caught. It was a fitting image, but it was still weird to you. As you slumped down in your chair, pressing your thighs together, you watched her bowing to Mommy, who nodded at her and waved her away, and you looked after the poor girl, how her butt plug tail swooshed left and right, how the long dildo deep in her ass made her walk a little stiffly.

Swallowing, you looked back at the woman across from you, your heart beating faster. “Drink your water, baby,” she told you, and you reached for the water glass you had ignored until now, gulping it down eagerly. She watched you as she finished her coffee. “How do you feel?” she then asked.

You put the empty glass down, licking your lips. “A little awkward,” you confessed.

“Why?”

“Well, I... hmm,” you hummed, trying to find the words. “I've never been to a... a place like this... where everybody's so... open... about anything... s-sexual...” you stammered out in the end.

Mommy chuckled softly. “Welcome to my world,” she mused. “But you don't have to feel awkward about it. All these girls are here on their own free will, they want to wear their masks and collars and tails, they want to eat their customers' cunts, and trust me, they love having things up their bums.”

You pursed your lips, looking away for a moment.

“I'm sorry I sprang this on you without asking first,” she then said, leaning onto the table, closer to you. “But if I would have asked you, you'd have said no, right? Because you didn't know any better. Listen, mi amor, I'm not doing this to humiliate you, I want you to feel better about yourself, among other things. This is to silence your bothersome mind, to push those doubts away, to focus on something more primal. Didn't it feel nice when Kitty licked your little pussy? Didn't she do a good job?”

You inhaled sharply, averting your eyes, a new wave of heat crashing into your face. “Well, yes... but...”

Mommy clicked her tongue. “I know it's all still strange to you, I get it. But one day you'll see the benefits of letting go, of letting it happen, of being free...” She sighed deeply, leaning back. “I want you to be free, baby girl, and I want you to know that pleasure is all around you, and it's not just Daddy and me who can give it to you.”

She stood up then, extending her hand towards you. You grabbed it and stood as well, realizing then that Kitty still had your panties stuffed in her bra. You'd probably never see them again. At least the vibrator was gone too, so it was only your own wetness seeping down your legs that felt a little uncomfortable. Rubbing your thighs together, you walked a few steps until Mommy pulled you against her side.

“Let's go home now, hm, cariño? Maybe I can show you how to use your new toys before dinner,” she mused with a laugh, leading you out of the cafe, past the half-naked girls carrying trays or crouching under tables, entertaining the other guests. Only women, sitting in the shadows, as you noticed just now. What a strange establishment. And it was Mommy's?

But somehow you knew that this might not have been the weirdest thing you'd learn about your new caregivers.

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End notes: And now we may have the connection to Forgetful: is Mommy secretly Mistress? Maybe? Maybe not? Maybe she's just another dominant woman inspired by her? That's up to you, I kept it vague on purpose.

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[whiskeyghoul]

Pt2. || She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid x Goth!Reader]

Read part 1 here

Read part 3 here

A/N: OMG I can’t believe how much people enjoyed part 1? Seriously, as I am finishing this part up it has reached over 500 notes, I am shocked and so very thankful for the love. I didn’t expect it. A silly little fic not proof read, totally self indulgent, really this is so wonderful and I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read it and reblog, like or comment on it. I hope part 2 doesn’t disappoint. Part 3 is going to be here soon too, which will be the unofficial date.

WC: 1,9K ~

Tags: Fluff, just fluff, Spencer is a flustered mess, Alt!Reader, Goth!Reader, 2 idiots flirting, Reader and Penelope are besties, use of Y/N, Penelope has been playing matchmaker, alluding to a date, crushes.

Warnings: None. 

Your pov.

It was a late Sunday afternoon. You were sitting on Penelope Garcia’s couch, cup of hot tea in hand. Legs curled up on the couch with a colorful blanket over your lap. It clashed just ever so slightly with your dark outfit. The two of you are in complete contrast to each other. Penelope was a ball of color in a bright purple dress with a lemon pattern, large yellow earrings and a blue bolero sweater. Compared to your all black ensemble she was a ray of sunshine. An array of snacks spread out over the coffee table. The aforementioned peppy blonde was sitting next to you on the couch. Deeply engrossed with the romance show playing on the TV. You watched it together every Sunday, when a new episode would come out. Today your mind was somewhere else completely.

“He hasn’t called yet.” You spoke up. Penelope eyed you curiously, “Who?” She asked, her focus gone from the show. Her eyes peered at you with interest from behind the cat eye glasses she had picked out that day. “Doctor Reid.” You turned your head back to the TV casually, trying to not seem bothered. You could hear Penelope hold back a small squeal. It sounded more like a gasp that way. “Oh my god! Are you interested in him? What did he do to impress you? I have been trying to set you up for ages! You have shot down any person I have discussed with you. Always something wrong.” She started rambling, hearing the clink of her glass being put on the coffee table. Her hands grabbed yours, making you look back at her and rolling your eyes. “Firstly: I am not ‘interested’ in him. Secondly: I just thought he would have called by now. Or stopped by at least.” You shrugged noncommittally. You were just a little interested. Thinking back to that meeting.

When Spencer had stepped into the lab earlier that week, courtesy of Penelope, you had found his awkward demeanor endearing. He was hot, that was for sure, and tall, you remembered having to look up at him, Those dark brown eyes pinning you in place. Especially when you had stood so close together. You had wanted to tease him after watching him stumble over his sentences. See him even more flustered. It made you somewhat excited. When you had given him your number you could feel his pulse racing under his skin. He had shown many signs of being interested yet he hadn’t even texted you. It made you rethink the interaction. 

“Well, he couldn’t have stopped by. They got called on a case in Utah so he’s not really in the area right now.” Penelope clarified. Those words put your mind at ease more than you expected them to. “Oh, I guess he can’t really get to the lab then.” You shrugged. Just a little disappointed but feeling relieved that apparently he hadn’t meant to not visit you. Or maybe he had done so on purpose if he would be close. Your earlier relief was replaced by a mild panic again. Trying to convince yourself you weren’t interested in Dr. Reid. Although, he could have texted.

You could practically feel Penelope smirk as you turned your attention back on the TV. Unable to focus but pretending to. “Spence is not one for texting. He probably has been getting to the hotel at ungodly hours and hasn’t had time to call.” it was like she could read your mind. “Don’t do that.” You said with a shudder. “Do what?” Penelope questioned innocently. “Read my mind like that. It’s weird.” You answered, making her laugh. “Just goes to show how well I know you.” She answered with a smile. It was true. She knew you too well you would even argue. The fact both of you were women in a male dominated field, both dressed eccentricly, and both with a passion for cheesy movies and tv shows. It was only a matter of time until you were best friends after your first run in.

Your phone, which was placed on the table, lit up at that moment. The ringtone played at a high volume, making the cure blast through the room. Your eyes quickly flickered to the screen. Caller ID unknown. You picked up the phone, hesitant of the unknown caller, deciding to hang up instead. You had been plagued by telemarketers for the past month and really didn’t want to deal with that right now. If it was important they would call again. And they did, you still had your phone in your hands when it went off again. “Just pick it up! I will keep watch over our show, fill you in later.” Penelope said, motioning her hands for you to get up. You got off the couch, soft blanket falling to the ground as you picked up the phone. Softly padding away to the kitchen to be out of earshot of Penelope. “Y/n speaking.” you answered, waiting to hear from the other end of the line.

“Hey… ehm… is this not the right time? Are you busy?” The voice on the other end of the line made you straighten up slightly in surprise. “Doctor Reid.” You breathe out his name quietly, adding a “Now is a perfectly good time.” to your sentence. Wondering how hearing his voice through the slightly tin-like phone speaker made you feel a little flutter in your stomach. “Good… I didn’t want to bother you. You can just call me Spencer by the way. Doctor sounds too formal. I just introduce myself like that. It’s a habit. I don’t call you Doctor L/n either. So call me Spencer.” He started rambling. A smile spread across your lips, this rambly version was different from how speechless he had been in the lab. You held back a giggle. Apparently you had rendered him speechless in the lab. “Alright, Spencer.” You answered, the humor in your voice apparent. His breath hitched a little on the other side of the line. 

“Why did you call?” You asked, trying to continue on without dawdling. “Oh eh, the report, I ehm…” He was quiet for a moment. It crossed your mind that maybe he didn’t need to speak with you, but he wanted to. “Yes?” You urged after a silence had fallen on the other side of the phone line. There was an intake of breath from Spencer, a moment that signaled he might be trying to raise some courage. “I didn’t want to talk about the report.” He finally spoke. It made you smile, your cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Oh, well then what did you want to talk about?” You added a bit of playfulness in your tone. You pictured him, holding the phone to his ears that were tipped red. His face was probably just as flushed as it had been in the lab. 

“I ehm- I haven’t been able to focus, on the case that is. Because I keep thinking about the lab. How I probably came off as a mess, I just didn’t know what to say because you looked so… Not that you look bad because you don’t, you looked really nice. Emily says my IQ gets slashed down to 68 when I am around pretty girls. I wanted to make a good impression. I couldn’t find the words though. I usually don’t make great first impressions, because I tend to ramble. Just- I really really hope I didn’t make a bad first impression.” His sentences flowed into each other like word vomit. Nervous, quick, and hardly understandable. Luckily, you were trained in the art of understanding nervous rambles when Penelope would spiral into one from time to time. However he had called you pretty. “Spencer.” You said his name almost like a question. There was a beat of silence. “Yes?” He asked softly, he sounded so nervous.

“You didn’t make a bad impression. I gave you my number for a reason.” You told him with a smile, a little giddy as the words ‘he called me pretty’ kept bouncing around your head. “And I am sorry I called without any real reason to… I know it was for talking about the report. Though Morgan tried to convince me it wasn’t.” Spencer answered. You rolled your eyes at that. Ofcourse, this hyper intelligent man would mix up what you were trying to do. “I gave you my number because I wanted you to call me. Not about the report. I just wanted you to call me. About anything.” There was apparently a need to clear up that confusion. It was silent for another moment. “Oh.” It was like realization dawned on him. “So I should have called sooner, right?” His question made you laugh softly, trying not to clue in Penelope on your call.  “Yes, you should have. Or could have at least. I was waiting.” You answered back, smiling at the ground. You fidgeted with one of the large rings on your free hand, twisting the cool metal round with your thumb.

“I’m sorry I didn’t.” You could almost hear the smile in his voice. The slight uptick in his pitch. You imagined he was still fiddling with the sleeve of his sweater, or was perhaps looking at his shoes with a grin. “You can make it up to me by buying me a coffee when you get back.” The suggestion came naturally, you didn’t even have to think about it. The words left your lips before you could, really. “What do you like?” Spencer asked without hesitation. “Cinnamon latte.” You answered it softly, a little surprised he agreed so readily. A giddy feeling in your stomach. “Alright, cinnamon latte, I’ll remember.” Spencer sounded a little breathy, like he too was feeling giddy at the prospects of having coffee together. Like the idea of taking time to get to know each other at work over a warm beverage was the perfect first date. “What do you like?” You asked in turn, wanting to know what he would usually get. Knowing more about him would feel so domestic and sweet. “Black coffee, usually with tons of sugar.” He had a hint of embarrassment in your voice. A little muffled like he had covered his mouth to hold in the confession of drinking it so sweet. You smiled at his answer. Of course he had a sweet tooth. “Tons of sugar, I’ll remember.” You mirrored his words. 

“Oh! My! God!” You heard Penelope gasp from the living room. Knocking you out of your little phone call bubble with Spencer. “I think I have to go. You better call me tomorrow.” You said it lightheartedly. Just wanting to hear from him again soon. “I will. I’ll call you.” Spencer answered. “Bye Spencer.” “Bye Y/n.” You hung up with a smile, already turning and walking back into the living room. Penelope turned around on the couch to look at you, “They shot Richard!” She looked absolutely shocked as she gave you the news of your favorite character being hurt. You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face though. “Spencer called.” You saw her face form from a shocked to surprise expression, “Oh! My! God!” She sounded a lot happier that time, and you knew you wouldn't hear the end of it.

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - SPARK

A/N: This one is a bit shorter. I needed to end it where it ends because the next one will be 'so much fun'! This is chapter 3! Also, I suck at creating titles or summaries.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: none

Summary: Charles reveals something more about Y/N's mutation.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 3800+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Two

LOGAN HOWLETT - SPARK

Y/N fell to the ground with a loud thud, groaning. Every bone in her body ached. The first deep breath was hard to do. The second was better. Why did it have to hurt like a bitch? Luckily, she didn’t smash her head against the floor. Concussions were not fun.

“Get up,” she heard Logan’s rough voice. When she opened her eyes, he was standing above her. From the ground, he looked like a giant. “There is no time for napping.”

“Very funny,” Y/N muttered. She sat up, blinking a few times, and then got up. “That hurt.” 

“Get used to it,” he said. Logan started to circle her, eyeing her figure. He needed to be sure she wasn’t hurt more than necessary. “What’s goin’ on with ya, kid? You seem distracted.” 

Y/N closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Fuck, he noticed. Little did he know it was all his fault. She looked at him through her dark lashes. He stood before her, fists clenched, but the claws weren’t present. While Storm or Kitty usually wore combat outfits for training, Logan would do it in jeans and that damn white tank top. She had a perfect view of his beefy arms and that damn chest. 

Of course, she wanted to get the boy back. She kept thinking about it every waking hour. However, this time, it was Logan who engulfed her mind. His scent lingered around her. 

She lunged at him, trying to hit his smug face. He was able to grab her whole fist and twist her wrist. Y/N roared from the pain. They were training. Of course, he wouldn’t be hard on her like they would in the real world. Still, it had to hurt.

“Come on, Y/N, concentrate,” he frowned at her. “Last training was better than this.” 

Thinking fast, she devised a strategy to help her put him on the ground. However, she didn’t know if it would work. She spun on her heel, wanting to hit his chest with her elbow. As predicted, Logan wrapped his arm around her chest tightly. “Now you are trapped, kid.” 

“Maybe,” she hissed. Y/N swung up her legs as high as she could. She used all her strength to yank her feet forward. She could feel how heavy this man was. Luck was on her side, and she threw him over her shoulders and on the ground. This time, he was the one who groaned out of pain. 

She held her balance. It was necessary to stay on her feet after a move like that. Losing balance would make her seem inexperienced. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, catching his breath. “I was not expecting that.” 

“Look how the tables have turned,” she laughed at him. The smile was gone when he tripped her legs, and she ended up again on the floor. “Fuck!”

Logan crawled on top of her. He held her wrists tightly in his grip above her head. “Look who’s laughin’ now. Instead of being amazed and proud of what you did, keep your head in the game and stay focused. Otherwise, you’d end up under the enemy, dead. 

Silence surrounded them. Their eyes met. Logan didn’t move away, and she didn’t protest. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. The air got thick. You could cut it with a knife. It was harder to breathe.

His eyes were a darker shade of green with a hint of brown sparkling around the pupil. It reminded her of the woods on a sunny day. Logan was so handsome that she wanted to reach for his face and trace his features. What the fuck was happening? 

“Who taught you that?” he asked after a while. 

She came back to reality. “Some dudes back in the day,” she made a face. “It’s a long story. Truthfully, I didn’t think it would work, considering your whole skeleton is pure adamantium.” Her eyes travelled lower to his chest, scanning the popping veins on his neck and arm. 

Last training, Logan revealed something more about himself. When he told her about the adamantium in his bones, her face turned into something he found adorable. He couldn’t help it. The fascination radiating on her face got him. You are practically indestructible, she commented. 

“You sayin’ I’m heavy?” he raised one brow. When Y/N made a face, he rolled his eyes. “Rude.” 

“What?! I didn’t say anything,” she protested. Accidentally, she smashed her head against the floor, gasping from the mild pain. “Ouch, that hurt.”

“That’s what you get for being rude.” Logan laughed at her. He got up, holding a hand to her. “Get up before you hurt yourself more.” 

She took his hand and jumped up on her feet. Her hand rubbed the spot on her head that she had banged. “Yeah, karma is a bitch. Fucking hell.”

Logan put a hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong, kid? Seriously. You have been distracted the whole day. And it showed during training. It is the boy?” His eyes filled with concern. 

She took a breath through her nose. “Yes.” It was half true. He didn’t need to know. “It’s nerve-wracking when we still haven’t found much information about JJ. It’s been over a week. How hard can it be?” That last sentence was unnecessary.

“I told you it might take some time,” he said. “We need to be sure no one would die or get hurt,” he continued. Logan kept his voice calm. “You got out. They will do anything to keep the boy there if he’s still there.” 

She groaned, annoyed by that answer. It felt like things weren’t going as fast as she’d hoped for. They had superpowers. They could do almost anything they wanted. Why wait? “What if he dies? You know damn well what they do to us. I know what they did to me.”

There was no arguing that. Logan saw how beaten up Y/N was when he met her. People did horrible things to mutants just to find out more about the mutation and how to destroy it. Some would call it a modern genocide. 

The door to the Danger room opened, and Rogue walked in with a blue mutant. He had a tail and hoofs. He had a long beige coat and a hat on his head. Why was she that surprised? Hank was a big blue furry beast. This one looked like a blue devil.

“Y/N, this is Kurt,” Rogue introduced her to the mutant. “You haven’t met before.” 

“How was Europe?” Logan asked him when he approached the couple. 

“I was able to find smugglers who kept mutants in cells and sold them to labs and influential people,” he said with a heavy German accent. “There is a whole underground net operating around Europe and Russia.”

Logan glanced at Y/N and made a face. It was a sign to tell her that there were more of them suffering without any help. Would it be immature if she showed him her tongue? 

“The Professor wants to talk to you, Y/N. It’s urgent,” Rogue informed her. 

With a nod, she left the Danger room without a word. At least her heart would calm down for a minute. She glanced down at her clothes, leggings and a t-shirt. She sparred with Logan for an hour. You’ll have to wait, Professor, she thought. 

One quick shower later and a change of fresh clothes, she knocked on his door and stepped in. Charles was there alone, reading a book. 

“Take a seat, Y/N.” 

Again, she couldn’t read him. He always kept his face stoic, not giving away anything, not even showing anger or excitement. Her eyes followed his every move. 

“There is one urgent matter I need to discuss with you,” he started to talk. “I needed some time to be sure that what I’m about to tell you is true. I couldn’t explain it for years, and I think I might have the answer now.” 

She leaned against the backrest and listened to him. There was no point in questioning him. 

“I have talked to the rest of the staff about it, but they don’t know the result. I wanted to tell you first before I tell them.” When she didn’t give him any reaction, he continued. “I knew about your existence for years. When you were a teen, around the same time when you discovered your mutation, I found you through Cerebro. The plan was to bring you here, where you would become a student and study.”

It felt like a knife to her heart. Charles knew about her, and they didn’t bring her here? “Why didn’t you?” she whispered. 

“I wanted to. The plan was to send Hank to get you. All I needed to do was give him exact coordinates. But,” he stopped. Charles took his time to gather his thoughts. “When I wanted to find you, I couldn’t. As if you stopped existing. I didn’t find you as a mutant or a human.” 

“What do you mean?”

“For years, you kept slipping. One day, I’d stumble upon you, and a moment later, you didn’t exist. That’s why I couldn’t bring you here. I couldn’t find you.”

She shook her head. “I don’t get it. I never died. I didn’t do anything unusual.” 

Charles smiled. “For some time, I thought you were also a strong telepath. That would be the only explanation for why you kept slipping off. Since you came here, I’ve been observing-”

“You looked in my head without permission,” she stated. 

“It’s not as it seems, Y/N. I looked when your thoughts were screaming. I never look unless I don’t have to.” 

“Then what? What did you find out?” 

He sighed. “You are not a telepath. You keep closing your mind, protecting it, like you do with your forcefield. No one can get inside your head unless you want them. That is the reason why I couldn’t find you.”

She laughed awkwardly. “That doesn’t make sense. How could I possibly do this?” 

“Your mutation is about protection that keeps evolving with time. We don’t know what else could happen with your training. It’s been trying to protect your brain since the beginning. For example, if there were a mutant with the ability to hypnotise you, it wouldn’t be possible. Your power would protect your brain.” 

Her mouth was open, and she didn’t flinch. It was a ton of new information for her. “Holy shit,” she mumbled. Y/N leaned her elbows on her thighs and put her head in her palms. “Oh god, oh no. Oh, this is bad.” 

“Y/N?” Charles said her name gently. 

“All this time, I thought I got manipulated, and it turned out I did it because I was stupidly in love with that douche,” she said into the aether. Her eyes met the Professor’s eyes. “I did so many bad, stupid things in my life.” 

“I’m not going to judge you, Y/N. We all make mistakes and do things we are not proud of.” 

Y/N closed her eyes. “I was seventeen when I ended up with a group of people who did some awful things. Some of them were mutants, and some were humans. To survive, we would steal and ransack houses and apartments to get anything valuable out of there. There was a mutant who kept everyone under control. His mutation was hypnosis.

“I did everything he asked. I never questioned him once. He told me he loved me. He told me I was special. Before I ended up locked up, I found out about his mutation. My heart broke. He manipulated me. It turned out to be his hypnosis. Everyone used to be under his spell. After what you’ve told me, I can officially pronounce that I was madly in love with him and did all those things out of love, willingly.” 

“Love makes us do odd things,” Charles said. 

“Love makes us do stupid, fucked up things, Professor.” 

“I will not ask further. I will listen when you are ready to share your life.” 

“Honestly, I’d like to erase most of my memories.” 

Charles wheeled closer and grabbed one of her hands, patting it lightly. “I know how to do that. It’s your mutation that won’t allow me. Although, I’m not saying I would erase your memories if I had the possibility. The more you train here, the more powerful your mutation is.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back again. “Scott was right. You know nothing about me. How can you trust me?” 

“I simply do. I was able to glimpse inside your mind to gather some information about you before your brain blocked me from entering,” Charles admitted. “But you’ve told me you want to turn your life around. I believe you.” 

He believed. Would it be enough? What if the others wouldn’t be as understanding as Charles? The thought of seeing Storm’s or Kitty’s faces, disappointed and disgusted by her, made her stomach turn unpleasantly. What would Logan think? 

With a shaky breath, she glanced at Charles. Tears filled her eyes. It was hard to say it out loud. “I want you to read my mind,” she whispered. It was scary to let a telepath inside her head. 

“Are you sure?” 

She wiped the first fallen tear with a finger. “I did some terrible things, Professor. Things that should be punishable by prison or death.” He opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “Look inside and decide if you want to trust me. Look and tell me if you still want to have me here. I want this. I want you to see. I give you my permission.” 

Charles stretched his hands to Y/N’s head. He pressed two fingers on both of her temples and closed his eyes. She could feel him travelling inside her mind, wandering to places she hated the most. More tears escaped her eyes. More pain came back to life. She needed him to see, to know her, and to understand what she felt. He must know what that boy means to her, why she wanted to save him. 

He exhaled loudly and opened his eyes once he finished. Was it fear reflecting in his eyes or disappointment? She didn’t know. 

“It was not your fault, Y/N,” he said after a while.

She shook her head, shaking. The tears were hot on her cheeks. “It was. I did all those things.” 

“No,” he said firmly. “You didn’t know what you could do. Many young mutants, when they come into this school, they experience something similar. It’s not your fault.” 

Y/N sniffled and hid her whole head in her arms, trying to shield herself from the world. “How can you trust me when you saw it all? There is blood on my hands.” 

Charles thought about it before he said: “You let me in. You let me see your past, the darkest days of your life. I could feel your pain, your fear and your anger. You think you are damaged, but you are not, Y/N. I saw what you dream of. You want peace. You want to experience happiness and freedom. You can have it now, here.” 

“When Scott learns it all, he’ll hate my guts to the maximum,” she stated. 

“Scott doesn’t hate you. He’s overprotective, I’d say.” 

Y/N bit her tongue. She didn’t want to be rude in front of the professor. They took her in and gave her a roof under her head. It would be disrespectful to talk badly about Scott Summers. 

Fuck, but did he get on her nerves. 

. . .

Logan was in the lab, looking at floor plans of the facility in Salem. He had his arms crossed over his big, hulking chest. His mind was elsewhere. His eyes were maybe staring at the screens, but something else was going on inside his head. 

Storm was observing him the entire time. She noticed he started to spend more time with Y/N. He agreed to train her, to make her stronger. They shared the same wit. It was funny to watch their conversations. She had to admit it was nice to see him like this. She heard him sigh and shake his head. 

“You okay?” she asked him. Her legs brought her closer to him. 

He spun his head to the side, raising one brow. “Why wouldn’t be?” he said roughly. 

“I just wanted to be sure,” she shrugged. “I’ve noticed some changes, you know?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Logan, and turned his head back to the screens. 

Storm had to laugh. “Come on, Logan. You used to be stand-offish, grumpy and now, well, I can’t say you are a rays of sunshine, but there has been a change. Why could that be?” she teased, grinning at the man. She brushed a strand of her white hair away from her face. 

Logan frowned at her. “Come on, Storm, what are we, five?” 

“It’s nice, you know?” her lips turned into a smile. “You care for her.”

He sighed. “I’m going to leave for a day,” he announced, skipping the other topic. “I need to go back to Salem. I need to take a look at the facility.”

“No,” she turned to him, pressing a hand on his chest. “We’ve talked about this. We’ll go as a team. It is not a solo mission.” 

He rolled his eyes. “I am not saying I’ll do it alone. All I need is to get a better look at the whole place. Maybe sneak in and try to locate the boy. I have to do something to get this mission going. It’s taking us longer than usual. What if I discover something that will help us? Or worse, what if I find the boy dead?”

Storm shook her head in disbelief. “We do these things as a team, remember?” 

There was no point in arguing. When Logan set his mind on something, he wouldn’t stop. He stopped at the metal door to the lab. “If someone asks, I’ll be back tomorrow.” With that, he was gone. 

He thought Storm would stop him. He thought she would call the Professor and the rest of the team, forbidding him to go. Nothing happened.

Logan went to his room, grabbed his brown leather jacket, and ran back down. The sooner he’d leave, the better. Logan was never the one to sit and wait. He was tired of waiting. They sent him once to get the kid and failed. This time, he wanted to do more. 

His eyes found Y/N walking from Charles’s office, looking like a bag of unhappiness. He could smell the dry tears on her face. “You alright, kid?” he had to ask. 

Y/N’s eyes lifted. She brushed her hair away from her face. “Oh, yes, I’m fine,” she said plainly. 

“What’s with the tears?” he pointed at her face when he approached her. 

She noticed the jacket on him.  Was he leaving? It gave her a perfect opportunity to change the topic. “You going somewhere?” 

“Uh,” he scratched his nape, trying to come up with something. “I need to take care of some things.” 

There was something fishy about it. Y/N squinted at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to be nosy, but what kind of things?” He would have mentioned something to her during training, right? Why was she thinking like this? He didn’t owe her anything, not even an explanation. He could do whatever he wanted.

Logan realised he couldn’t lie to her. Not now, with those red eyes and puffy cheeks. “I’m going back to Salem.” 

Her mouth opened. “I’m going with you.” 

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m doing this alone.” 

She put her body in front of his, not letting him go anywhere. Her soft and worried features hardened. “Logan, you promised,” she pressed her hand firmly against his chest. “You promised me you’d take me.” 

He sighed. He knew he should have taken a different way out. “Look, Y/N, I promised to take you on a mission with us. It is something I have to do alone. I need to get us more data to move on. Understand?”

“No,” she stood her ground. “You are going back to Salem. You are going to the lab. I’m going with you. I know the place. I can help you, Logan.” 

“Y/N,” he warned her. “You are not ready-”

“Bullshit, Logan. I know I’m not the best. I know I need more training.  But, fuck, you know damn well I am ready to do anything to get JJ. So, for the love of god, take me with you.” 

“Fuck. Fuck!” Logan cursed under his nose and brushed his wild, dark hair with his fingers out of frustration. “You are a stubborn woman, Y/N.” He didn’t like this one bit. Plus, he knew the team would get angry when they found out where they went. 

“It was time for you to learn something new about me,” she smirked at him. 

Logan sighed, defeated. “Fine, I’ll take you with me. However, you will listen to what I say. You will do as I say, you hear me, kid? I don’t want anything to happen to you.” 

Y/N winked at him, and a big, bright smile appeared on her lip. “Thanks. I appreciate that.” 

“It’s going to be a long night. I’ll meet you at the garage in five minutes. Hurry up before anyone knows,” he said. “Put on something warm. The nights are colder.” 

She saluted him and ran as fast as possible up to her room to put on something comfortable. Y/N packed a denim jacket and put on a warm hoodie. The jeans she wore were stretchy. Also, the sneakers were a good choice for that day. There was no time for anything else. The last thing she was able to grab was a few dollars. 

Afterwards, she ran to the garage as he said to meet her. Her heart was out of control. She could feel it in her throat. Things were moving forward. Fucking finally! No matter how it all would end, at least she was doing something. 

Y/N got to the garage and looked around. She found Logan standing by a black Audi. It wasn’t new, but it would do.  Who owned all those cars? There were many in the garage. “You are on time,” he said. 

Y/N found a motorbike near a wall. It was a black and brown Harley. It looked familiar. “Wait,” she pointed a finger. “Didn’t I fall from the bike?” 

Logan opened the door to the driver’s side. “Twice,” he said. “Come on. We have to move.” 

[frvnkcastles]

I'd love something where the reader used to work at The Beef from the bear show, bur had to move to NYC and met Frank, she ends up feeding him the best Beef this side of the east coast and he instantly falls in love, then she makes him the Family Spaghetti and he's like "I wanna fuckin marry her" internally? Fluff?

But the reader is very much cooking out of stress as that's how she feels she can i guess win people over to stick around?

(I was the cunt in school on wedges day where I'd shout every one in my group wedges since otherwise I think they wouldn't stick around me,I wasn't smart enough for them but I paid for food.

I still do this with my baking business)

HONEY, DON’T YOU LEAVE ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You and Frank bond over your cooking, but you can’t shake the feeling that that’s all he wants from you.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, language, feminine nicknames

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: Gahhhhh, I am so annoyed that I’m being so slow with requests but college is back in motion and it has NOT been a soft landing, I have been immediately flooded with things to do. On top of that I’ve just been really tired and unmotivated, but I’m trying my best to write at least a little every day! Anon, thank you so much for your patience. I don’t really do crossovers so it’s never specified where the reader worked before, but I hope you like it anyway! I’m sending you so much love <3

Frank fell in love with you quicker than he cared to admit. He had closed himself off from the possibility of finding someone new, not really interested in making connections of any kind, but you came and conquered his heart with immense ease.

It was complete luck, too. It wasn’t unusual for him to pay a visit to a diner for some food and coffee, but you definitely weren’t supposed to be there. You had a history of working in fairly successful restaurants, yet when you had moved to New York, you faced great difficulty with landing a job that you actually wanted. The places you thought were right on your level turned you down, but you needed money for rent, so you lowered your standards, and wound up working for a diner — the same one Frank stumbled into that night.

It had been mostly uneventful and quiet, and you were left alone with the responsibility of closing. There were no other customers except Frank, but he didn’t seem that open to conversation, so you stayed stationed behind the cash register.

And then, two armed men burst in, their faces concealed with ski masks as they held you at gunpoint. With shaky hands, you began to empty the register, but you didn’t have the time to hand over all the money when one of the guys was knocked out to the ground. You flinched, watching in shock and fear how your only customer beat up the other guy and wrangled the gun out of his hands only to whip him in the face with it. You didn’t know what to do, but it seemed he didn’t need your help — within a minute, both armed men were rushing out of the diner with their tails between their legs.

Stunned speechless, you stared at the tall, rugged man who remained. He caught his breath and then turned to you, his sharp features making you swallow. ”You okay, ma’am?” he grunted, his deep voice incredibly enchanting, and you managed a nod. He was about to turn and return to his seat but you found your voice and spoke up.

”Thank you. Let me make it up to you”, you uttered out, making him halt but the look he gave you was almost amused.

”You don’t owe me anythin’, ma’am”, he replied casually, but you weren’t budging.

”Well, I kinda do. Anyway, the food here is… not that great, so maybe you could let me cook for you? Um, we’re closed tomorrow so there’d be no one else here”, you explained, the words coming out of your mouth before your brain fully processed what you were promising him. You were really yearning to cook again, something other than eggs and bacon, and he had definitely earned it.

He eyed you up and down, weighing his options for a second before reluctantly nodding. ”Aight. If you insist”, he agreed, sparking a smile on your face as you nodded to confirm that you weren’t having it any other way. You told him what time to arrive, and as he returned to finish his sandwich, you couldn’t help but feel giddy.

The next day, you got to the diner early and started working on what you hoped would be a meal to remember. You were mostly excited, and at least cooking kept you busy, which meant you didn’t have the time to worry about being alone with the man. Although he had saved your life, it was hard not to be intimidated by him.

As soon as he arrived at the diner, though, he quickly proved to you that there was nothing to fear. He called you ma’am right up until you told him your name and insisted that there was no need to be formal, and when he introduced himself, he did it in a way that was undeniably charming — and polite. You had seen him around the diner enough to know that he wasn’t a chatty person, but as you brought out the food, he attempted to get to know you better and it made your heart race.

You maintained small-talk, but you couldn’t deny you were nervous to find out what he thought of the food. Once he dug in, though, his eyes immediately widened.

”Wow”, Frank blurted out, a little taken aback by the sheer deliciousness. ”Sweetheart, this is amazin’. Where’d you learn how to cook like this?” he inquired, far too curious to not ask.

With heat on your face, you smiled. ”Uh, well, cooking classes mostly. I used to work at a restaurant. Hopefully I will again some day soon. And a lot of practice at home, of course”, you explained, and nodding along your story, Frank divided his attention between the heavenly food and your equally enthralling voice.

”I bet you will. Your talents are wasted in this place”, he commented, making you chuckle softly.

He didn’t stop praising you throughout the meal, but he also asked follow-up questions, keen to learn everything about you. In return, he vaguely opened up about himself, though you could tell he was holding back a little.

That said, the time you spent in that diner over that meal was enough for him to get hooked on you. He kept stopping by for weeks until he finally got the nerve to ask you on a date, suggesting that you’d make dinner together. It hadn’t taken you long to start falling for him, either, so it was easy to agree to what you didn’t realize would bloom into a serious relationship.

Truthfully, you sort of skipped the casual phase. Frank could be an intense man when it came to relationships, even if he hadn’t really thought he would find himself in one. Nevertheless, he felt strongly about you early on, and your first date developed into constantly spending time at each other’s places and sharing a bed on most nights. He tried his best to impress you with his cooking, and while it certainly wasn’t awful, there was a lot you could teach him — and he received the help willingly, eager to listen to you and learn more about your number one passion.

The night that you cooked the spaghetti recipe that your family had followed for years, he was done for.

Maybe if he hadn’t been so captivated by you, and the food, he would have noticed the tension in your shoulders and the constant chewing on your bottom lip. You were quickly falling back into the bad habit of weighing your own worth based on your cooking, convinced that the moment you’d stop making all these elaborate meals for Frank, he would walk out on you. Your way with food was undoubtedly a perk of dating you, and right now, you were struggling to think of any other ones.

”I hope you like it”, you smiled nervously as you handed over the plate of spaghetti to Frank. He gave you an affectionate look and thanked you before giving the food a go, and in an instant, his heart soared.

The food was amazing, but so were you. You had so much talent in you, and when Frank looked up from the plate and met your gaze, he felt so much love in his heart. He admired you and everything you did, finding you so utterly beautiful and amazing and… God, he wanted to marry you.

He had to fight the urge to just announce it there and then, giving you a small smile. ”I’m speechless, sweetheart. You outdo yourself every time. I’m one lucky asshole”, he declared proudly, making you smile but you couldn’t hide the anxiety in your eyes. Would he consider himself lucky if you didn’t cook for him tomorrow?

He noticed the hesitation on your face, though. ”Hey, darlin’. Somethin’ wrong?” he asked with worry evident in his voice, and you rushed to wave it off.

”I’m okay. I’m glad you like it, baby”, you promised, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand.

Only a week later, the issue resurfaced. You came down with the flu and you were rendered useless for a couple of days, giving you a great deal of stress. Frank was all over you, providing you with medication as well as something to drink and eat — and he was not letting you do a thing by yourself. You were his patient to care for and any attempt to get up from the couch was shot down within seconds.

Once his attention faltered from you and he disappeared in the bedroom to find you a cozy sweater, you made your way to the kitchen. Sniffling and aching all over, you began taking out pots and ingredients, and the noise immediately alerted Frank.

”Nah, nah, sweetheart, what’d I tell ya? You ain’t doin’ a thing except rest tonight. You’re sick and you need to just lay down, aight?” he reminded with a firm tone, his hands coming to cover yours in an attempt to stop you.

Reluctantly, you admitted defeat but it didn’t take long for the frustrated, anxious tears to fill your eyes. Frank’s stern expression fell and he tilted his head down at you, concern taking over.

”Hey, hey, hey. I know it sucks but you need to listen to your body right now”, he sighed, trying to understand what was making you cry. You covered your face with one hand as the tears streamed down your cheeks, and with his heart breaking, Frank hauled you into his arms, shushing you softly while wrapping you in a tight embrace.

”I just don’t want you to leave me”, you admitted faintly, and right away, Frank’s eyebrows knitted together and he pulled back to give you a confused look.

”Sweetheart, I ain’t goin’ anywhere. Why would you say that?” he frowned, genuinely surprised by your confession.

With a sniffle, you shrugged. ”You love my cooking. And I guess it’s the main reason you’re with me. So, if I stop cooking… why would you stay?” you explained the logic that you had built inside your own head. But Frank didn’t agree with you, and the fond chuckle that he huffed at you was enough to imply as much.

”Baby, I do love your cooking, but it definitely ain’t the main reason I’m with you. I love you, hear me? I’m with you ’cause you’re so fuckin’ kind and understanding and real supportive. And you make me so goddamn happy. I’d still be just as in love if you stopped cooking for good, yeah? It’s great but it ain’t why I adore you so much”, he countered while lifting one hand up to your jaw and tipping it so you could meet his eye. He looked completely serious, and you really wanted to believe him.

”You mean that?” you asked carefully, and he wasted no time in nodding to confirm.

”I fuckin’ mean it. I, uh… I kinda wanna spend the rest of my life with ya”, he cleared his throat, and astonished to hear that, your eyes flew wide open and a wide smile curled your lips up high.

”Frankie… I want that, too”, you breathed out, earning a tender look from him. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, the soft feeling of his lips making your heart do somersaults.

”Hey, I’mma take over the cookin’ responsibilities this week. You just get cozy on the couch and I’ll whip somethin’ up for us, yeah?” he decided, and you shot him a teasing grin.

”Sure you can handle it?” you wondered, taunting him, and he responded with a mixture of a laugh and a scoff.

”My girl’s a comedian now, huh? Get outta here”, he grumbled, gently patting your ass to encourage you towards the couch.

He may not have been as good of a cook as you were, but he made an effort and stayed true to his promise, not letting you anywhere the kitchen until you were feeling much better. And even then, he insisted on helping or occasionally being in charge, just to show you that you were a team and you didn’t owe him anything.

[imaginetheonewith]

The one where Y/N gets jealous

Pairing: Joey Tribbiani x f!reader

Warnings: none (I think)

Author's note: It was not easy to imagine reader in the "Friends" universe, but .. hey! I tried my best and I do hope you all enjoy it. The lack of fanfiction about this tv show is criminal x

Red.

That is all could see in front of you at this moment. But it was not the type of red that you see when you are in love and the world seems to suddenly become a better place.

Oh no, it was way worse than that. It was the bright crinkly red, which was currently barely covering the tall blonde’s chest from lustful eyes. Or more specifically Joey’s.

“You know”, Chandler’s voice sounded next to you, “If you keep staring at her for 30 more seconds her head may catch fire. Or preferably that tight, low-cut…”

Your head whipped towards him and he quickly raised his hands in defence.

“… shoes!”, he cleared his voice, while pointing aggressively towards the girl’s feet, “These tight, low-cut shoes! Burn them! Burn them!”

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to the bar, where Joey was shamelessly flirting with his ex, Angela. She was a beautiful and lean part-time actress, with an amazing fashion style, and wild blond locks. She was also the only girl who managed to keep Joey in a relationship for more than a few weeks. 3 years, to be exact.

It was not a secret that you did not harbor any warm feelings toward her. Not only did she break your best friend’s heart, but she was also the only one of his girlfriends that managed to catch on to your feelings towards him and use any chance she got to remind you that you will always remain stuck in the friend zone. It was almost as if she enjoyed inflicting pain on people around her and seeing them suffer.

“I can’t believe he is still talking with her”, you groaned, clapping your hands on your tights, “Look at him laughing! What could she say that is so funny?”

You didn’t wait for a response, before turning towards Chandler and pulling the newspaper away from his hands.

“Sure, I was totally done reading that”, he fake-smiled at you while grabbing his cup of coffee. His sarcastic remark went right above your head, as you grabbed his hands and squeezed them in yours.

“Chandler, you are one of the most, most special and valuable people in my life!”

“Well, I do have this effect on people”, he winked at you, while getting himself in a more comfortable position. You smiled with tightly pressed lips, doing your stop any smart remark that was sitting at the end of your tongue.

“And I would do anything… well, almost anything for you. Because I believe that when I need your help, you will do the same for me and-“

“Is it by any chance my birthday today?”, he interrupted you with a suspicious glare and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, “Because the Y/N I know is never, ever so nice, unless he wants something and-“

He paused for a second, his face falling with realization. He quickly pulled his hands away from you and pointed an accusing finger at your face.

“NO! Whatever is going in that pretty head of yours, I am not going to do it.”

Chandler tried to get from his seat, but you were quick to lay down and throw your legs over his, trapping him in his place.

“You didn’t even listen to me!”

“I don’t have to”, his words were mumbled through a fake smile and squinted eyes, “I already know what you are thinking. And I am not going to do it.”

You raised your eyebrow, challenging him:

“What I am thinking? Maybe I just want to show you how much I love you as a friend…”

“And also send me to the bar, so I can eavesdrop on Joey and Angela.”

“Damn, you’re good”, you mumbled under your breath, finally releasing your friend from your leg trap. Your head fell in your hands and you closed your eyes in a weak attempt to stop yourself from thinking about the couple just a few feet away from you.

There was no reason to feel like this. You knew Joey for over 6 years now and you’ve been best friends for just as long. You two became close almost immediately after Chandler introduced you to each other and much to everyone’s surprise, including yours, the actor never showed even a slight romantic interest towards you. On the other hand, you fell head over heels for him from the moment you met him. His charming smile, flirty jokes, and kind soul made you overlook all his bad qualities, and “red flags” Monica and Rachel warned you about. Sure, he did have a bit of a reputation with the ladies, but seeing how loyal was he toward his friends, you knew that he was capable of commitment.

He just needed to find his woman. His one true soulmate, who would love him and cherish him the way he deserves.

What wouldn’t you give to be this one woman?

“Hey”, Chandler tried to catch your attention, while his hands started rubbing small circles on your back, “It’s going to be okay.”

Besides Joey, Chandler was your second closest friend. Before he moved to his current apartment, he was briefly your roommate and with both of you being new to the city, it didn’t take long for you to form a strong bond. From being children of divorced couples to having a career in statistical analysis and not-so-lucky love life, you two lived almost identical lives. It was not a surprise you often found comfort in each other, knowing that there is no other person who can understand you better than him.

Just as you were leaning back towards Chandler’s shoulder, Joey jumped on the sofa next to you with a wide smile on his face.

“You won’t believe who I am having dinner with tonight!”

“Winona Ryder?”, Chandler tried to guess and you bit a smile. Joey on the other hand did not find the remark funny, rolling his eyes instead.

“Remember Angela? My ex-girlfriend? The one that I thought I am going to marry because we were dating for so long?”

“How could we forget her?”, you mumbled under your nose, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “She is very…. memorable.”

Joey eyed you with furrowed brows, his eyes stopping at your shoulder, where Chandler’s hand was still gently massaging you. He let out a scoff, before moving to his favorite chair next to the bar. He knew that you and Angela had a bit of a strained relationship in the past, but he was hoping that you would at least try to act excited for him, instead of being all cozy with his roommate.

“Wow”, he breathed out, “Still jealous, I see.”

His words made you freeze in place, your cup of coffee just millimeters from your lips. Chandler tensed next to you and while you could not see, you were sure he was mouthing something to Joey. You slammed your cup on the table and turned towards the actor, only to find him glaring at you.

“Excuse me?”

“Look, Y/N, I know you girls love to be competitive and compare to each other all the time…”, he stayed silenced for a second, his hands moving in slow circles in front of him as if it was helping him gather his thoughts quicker, “But there is no reason to feel that way towards Angela. You know you will always be my best friend. Nobody will change that.”

You let out a dry laugh, turning towards Chandler, who was watching the happening with wide eyes. He shook his head as a warning for you to not continue this conversation, but he quickly realized your mind was already set when you shook his arms away from you and stood from your place.

“Is this what you think? You think I feel threatened by Angela?”

“Well, I did not use exactly that word…”, Joey mumbled, trying his best to avoid your furious gaze. The regret of saying anything was already clear on his face. If he could turn back time by just a few minutes, he would’ve just kept his mouth shut and enjoyed a nice quiet afternoon with both of his closest friends.

You, on the other hand, were not about to let this go so easily. Jealous? Of Angela? Pffftttt. Pushing your hair behind your ears, you tried your best to keep your voice low and not startle all of Central Perk’s clients.

“Joey, as your best friend, I can assure you that not even a cell in my body feels threatened by that manipulative and sly snake.”

“Okay, you are just being mean now”, the feeling of regret quickly vanished and his eyes hardened in a glare, “What is your problem?”

Before you can even open your mouth to reply, Chandler jumped between both of you and raised his palms towards both yours and Joey’s mouth, preventing you from saying anything further.

“Ah, this is exactly how my parents were acting just before they got divorced”, he made a disgusted face when the memory flashed in front of his eyes. He turned towards Joey, “We are happy about you, Joey. All of us. But… you know… we all remember what Angela did to you.”

“She’s changed”, Joey whined with a high-pitched voice, earning another mocking laugh from you. This gesture immediately resulted in his features becoming serious once again, “You know what… I don’t care if you approve of Angela or not. I love her and I will not give her up. I know she is the one and we will be together… once she breaks up with Bob.”

“Bob?”, Chandler moved his hands away as if burned, “Who is Bob?”

Joey opened his mouth but then closed it again when he didn’t get the courage to say anything. For you, however, it was enough to confirm your suspicion.

“This is ridiculous!”, you groaned, “She has a boyfriend and she is still trying to get in bed with you. She is using you, Joey! I can’t even believe you are agreeing to take her out on dinner!”

“It’s not like I am taking only her. I am taking Bob as well!”

“Oh, that’s great. So all three of you can be one big happy… throuple.”, you grabbed your coffee cup and matched towards the bar, where Gunther was not even trying to hide his interest towards your argument.

“I don’t mean I am going to go out with both of them”, Joey argued, looking at Chandler to check if he agrees, “You don’t think I am trying to get both of them, right?”

Chandler just shrugged his shoulders in response, too scared to get any more involved.

“I am going to ask Monica to come with me, so it’s like a double date. That way I keep Angela for myself and Monica can keep Bob.”

“Monica?”, the name fell as a surprised yell from your lips, “Why not me?”

Joey let out a scoff as if you were asking the stupidest question he ever heard, “Well, you and Angela do not get along well… And also I don’t think Bob is going to be your type.”

The last sentence made you raise your eyebrows and you crossed your arms in front of your chest. A tiny voice inside your head was telling you to not dwell on his remark and leave instead before you do something that can ruin your friendship forever. However, your bruised ego could not handle Joey having the last word in this.

“What do you even know about “my type”? For all you know, Bob may be exactly the man of my dreams.”

“Yeah, right”, he laughed under his nose, directing his attention toward the sandwich Gunther just brought, “The guy is a dog food tester. How can that be your soulmate?”

“Well once I thought my soulmate is always an out-of-job actor”, you stomped towards the coat hanger, grabbing your coat and purse, “So how much worse can a dog tester be?”

Without sparing even a glance towards them, you made your way outside, ignoring Chandler’s calls. You didn’t know where you were going or what were you going to do. All you knew is you just need to be alone.

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A few days passed since your and Joey’s argument and you have not seen each other since. Despite your friends telling you it is valid to feel the way you feel, you couldn’t help but feel guilty about the way you reacted. It was unreasonable to expect that he would not pursue a woman he clearly had feelings for, just because of your opinion of her. You wanted him to be happy, even if it was with someone who was not you.

Still, it hurt. Not only the idea of him being to another woman but also the fact that you certainly ruined your friendship. You did not realize what slipped past your lips before you left the coffee shop that day till Chandler came to your apartment later and informed you of the talk he and Joey just had.

The actor did hear you and did put two and two together “surprisingly quickly”, as Chandler described it, which lead to a big argument between the two. On one hand, Joey thought it was unacceptable that you kept this secret for so long from him, instead of just talking. On the other hand, Chandler thought he was judging you unfairly and was unhappy with the fact that Joey still went ahead with the date with Angela.

It seemed that everyone heard about what happened the same day, as later that night Rachel, Ross, and Phoebe all showed up with some Chinese takeaway and five boxes of ice cream. You appreciate that they all showed up for you, but you could not shake away the tight feeling of anxiousness in your chest. You needed to know how the date went and if Joey and Angela were back together, and the only way to find out was to speak to Monica.

Now, finally being the weekend, both of you were off work and eager to catch up with each other. Sitting on the floor in her living room, you ate homemade biscuit cake and spilled gossip about the events from the past week.

“I would’ve never agreed to go with him if I knew all the details” Monica exclaimed, “He told me they were siblings. And I did believe him, till I saw her tongue in his ear. It was disgusting!”

You choked a laugh and quickly covered your mouth, trying to keep the food inside. Apparently, Joey told Monica Bob was Angela’s brother in order to convince her to go on a double date with them. And while they did manage to break the “happy” couple and keep the pieces to themselves, Monica was far from impressed by Bob’s performance in bed and has decided to not see him anymore. Listening to her detailed story from that night, you could not judge her at all.

You finally swallowed your bite and were about to respond, when the door opened, and the man you least wanted to see came into the kitchen.

“Hey Monica, I know you said to not bother you tonight, but we have no beers left and… Y/N?!”

Joey froze in his place next to the fridge, his eyes dancing between you and the dark-haired woman. Monica has told them to stay away from her flat earlier, but he has just assumed she was having a date over. He definitely did not expect to see you.

“Y/N, um… What are you… uhm.. doing here?”, he shuttered and you had to bite your lip in order to stop a smile from spreading on your face. Flustered Joey was a rare, but cute sight.

You quickly jumped on your feet and grabbed your bag from the sofa, giving an awkward smile.

“I was just about to go, actually”, you turned towards Monica and pulled her into a hug, “I will catch up with you soon. Bye, Mon! Bye, Joey!”

You hurried towards the door without sparing your friends a second glance and were almost down the stairs when you heard heavy steps behind you and felt a hand pulling you back by your wrist. You stumbled back, almost losing your balance, before another hand wrapped around your shoulder in order to stable you.  

You looked up only to come face-to-face with Joey, who was staring at you with wide eyes. He was so close his breaths were hitting your face like a warm breeze and almost closed your eyes, trying to save the feeling of closeness in your mind.

“Y/N…”, he whispered, “Listen, I…”

“Yes?”, you tried to push him to finish a sentence, eager to hear what he has to say. There were a million and one things you wanted to tell him, but how could you after you threw away years of friendship in just a few seconds of pure rage? You were simply not ready to talk about it yet.

But did not stop you from trying to hear what he has to say.

“I made a mistake. I should have never gone out with Angela.”

There was a skip of your hearbeat. Were you dreaming? You were sure you did get up from your bed morning, but then again the only times Joet was saying the words 'mistake' and a girl's name in one sentence it was in only in your imagination.

You furrowed your eyebrows and were ready to argue that the only person in this hallway who made a mistake was you, but before you can start talking, he pressed his finger to your lips, shushing you.

“No, let me finish”, he moved his hand away, “I have… I have prepared this speech for a while.”

He got silent for a minute, moving his eyes away from you and focusing on the floor instead.

“I have been in love with you pretty much since the day we met. Your smile, your wit, your beauty… I have never seen another woman like you. And I know you think I didn’t like you, because I’ve never made a move, but I was so scared… You know? And I was trying to forget you by seeking someone else, but I could never do it. All I ever wanted was you. Which hurt, because I knew that I will never be good enough for you and-“

His words were interrupted by your lips on his. A wave of electricity passed through your whole body and you could swear your feet became jelly. His arms circled your waist, pressing you against his hard chest.

 It lasted only a few seconds before you both pulled away with wide eyes. With uneven breathing, you pressed your forehead against his, enjoying the warmth of his hands on your lower back. A small smile broke on your lips and Joey mirrored it.

“Wanna do it again?”, he asked, giving you a wink.

“Absolutely”, you whispered before catching his mouth with yours again.

[cheegu3]

Hii bbg 😘 💓 💖 💗 💕

If you remember, last year for my birthday on 14th March, I asked you a request for hyunjin-birthday gift and I still read it multiple times time cuz it's just....so arousing and fab...

I've been following you since an year now...and would really love and appreciate if you write another fic for my birthday on 14th March.....and my bias is ofc hyunjin...

I love your intense yandere theme....just write whatever you want....because I trust your writing 🥺😍☺️....and I'm ready for a surprise from you 😉

Also, I'd love to be your 💌 anon pleaseee....

hii babyy, u know I had to come back and deliver for you 🫶🏻 I'm so happy that you're still here after a whole ass year, supporting me and showing so much love, so how could I not write this!!! I hope you have the most amazing birthday <3

for my dearest 💌 anon

genre; yandere, thriller/suspense warnings; yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, toxicity, sex (18+), manipulation, underage drinking, underage smoking, swearing, slut-shaming, etc!! synopsis; after hooking up with a guy that your friend introduced you to on your birthday, you expected it to be the last day you talked to him, as that was your wish. but hyunjin had other plans, and he wasn't going to let you get away so easily. wc; 4.6k

hyunjin - wolf in sheep’s clothing

The rain pattered comfortingly against the window you were leaning against. It shut all of the noise around you out for a few seconds, that was the only calm you got.

Then you were yanked back by your arm and came face to face with a boy about the same age as you. Your brows furrowed as you searched the room to lock eyes with your friend, Liz. She had been the one in charge of planning your birthday outing. You internally sighed, what had she planned now?

The boy took a seat next to you while four others sat down elsewhere, one each for every girl. You had specifically asked her not to bring any boys. Sending a glare her way, you bitterly started sipping on your drink while avoiding the guy’s attempts to talk to you.

‘’ Oh relax, I just invited some guys. They’re from another high school, so there’s no need to worry. ‘’ 

You felt tired all of a sudden. What was supposed to be a small get-together with your friend at a restaurant suddenly turned into a small party that never seemed to end. For once, you were grateful for her fake ID that made it possible for you to have some alcohol though.

‘’ Not having a good birthday? ‘’

You jumped. The guy next to you had just spoken. He sounded very rough and direct, seemingly not caring if you were going to continue ignoring him, he must’ve really wanted to talk to you. 

You finally looked at him. He was handsome, with dark long hair that almost reached his shoulders, plump lips and cat-like eyes. Even though he was sitting down, it wasn’t hard to guess that he was tall from the way his legs stretched out under the table slightly uncomfortably. 

Really, you were lucky, but you were almost certain you’d never go home with him. You had never had a hookup before and the likelihood of you seeing him again was low. You made a mental note to let him down gently at the end of the night.

Still, there was no point in being rude the rest of the outing so you gave him a slight smile and shrugged nonchalantly. ‘’ Could be better.‘’

He laughed, and his laugh was just as beautiful as his exterior, you felt your stomach jolt with butterflies.

‘’ Has it at least gotten better since I got here? ‘’

You considered it while looking around the room. You didn’t like the people your friend had brought, the ones she claimed wanted to get to know you better, so they begged to come with.

‘’ Yeah, I guess so, ‘’ you finally admitted.

That made him satisfied. You saw him smirk to himself before leaning back, his shoulders slouched and he looked a lot less tense. You wondered why he’d been tense at all, maybe he also got nervous when meeting new people. 

‘’ I’m Hyunjin. ‘’

‘’ I’m y/n, ‘’ you quietly answered.

A tap on your shoulder shifted your attention away from the stranger. You saw one of Liz’s friends looking down at you.

‘’ I’m leaving now, ‘’ she swayed from side to side, almost tipping over from the alcohol coursing through her veins, ‘’ happy birthday. ‘’

You gave her a small smile and waved her off; due to not feeling close with her, you didn’t mind that she was leaving early, besides, she’d looked bored the whole night like she couldn’t wait to leave anyways.

Another one of Liz’s friends must’ve overheard the conversation, because she quickly butted in as soon as the other one left. She told you that she and another girl were leaving, taking two of the guys with them and only leaving Liz and the last guy, except for the one glued to your side of course.

The night dragged on, but you were starting to enjoy yourself a lot more as it progressed into something more calm and relaxed. The rain outside continued to patter against the window, increasing in heaviness the later it got.

Around 2 am, everyone’s attention was drawn to Liz yawning dramatically. She stretched her arms up and then stood, the small smirk she gave the guy didn’t go unnoticed by you.

‘’ I think it’s time for me to go home now. But I had a good time, and I hope you did too, y/n. ‘’

She came over and pulled you into a hug, drunkenly mumbling in your ear, ‘’ I love you, happy birthday. ‘’

‘’ Are you sure you’ll be okay? ‘’

Gesturing at the guy, she winked. He had started standing up and getting ready to leave too, you weren’t that surprised, they looked like they’d been hitting it off.

‘’ Definitely, he’s taking me home. You should let him do the same with you, ‘’ Hyunjin blushed as she nudged her head towards his direction. 

You didn’t get a chance to reply. She turned and threw her arm around the guy. You couldn’t help pouting slightly as you watched them go, knowing that you were alone with Hyunjin now; it was bound to get a little awkward when you’d try to get home and also gently reject him.

As if he could read your mind, he stood up too and started reaching for his jacket. He handed you yours and the two of you made it to the entrance. It was pouring outside now, so loudly that you could barely hear his voice.

‘’ Do you live close by? ‘’

You sighed, contemplating how on earth you’d get home. ‘’ No, I took a taxi here. ‘’

‘’ I don’t think you’ll get home. There’s a storm coming, ‘’ he said gently, sounding sorry for you.

You felt sorry for you too, but mostly stupid. How could you have missed the weather report on today of all days? That should’ve been the first thing you checked in the morning. Mentally preparing yourself, you turned to him and began with a small smile, which undoubtedly came out more like a grimace. 

‘’ Listen, I’ve had a really good time but I should go. Thank you for keeping me company. ‘’

He frowned and almost looked at you like you were stupid, which made you shy away from his gaze; you felt like sinking into your spot. 

‘’ But how though? ‘’

‘’ What? ‘’

‘’ How are you going to get home? ‘’

‘’ Oh, well I guess I’ll just stay at a motel or something. ‘’

‘’ No way. They’re quite expensive around here, only creeps stay in those and most of them are closed or have shut down in this area. ‘’

‘’ None in a walking distance? ‘’ you disappointedly asked, hoping there was at least one you could stay at.

‘’ None. ‘’

Silence filled the air between you two. During it, you were pretty certain that you were thinking of the same thing that he was. Your eyes met and he immediately looked away, rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly.

‘’ You could…you could stay at my place. I only live five minutes away.‘’

‘’ By car? ‘’ you shamelessly asked, looking for a way out.

‘’ By foot. ‘’

‘’ Oh. ‘’

He quickly said, ‘’ you don’t have to. I just think it’s best, with the weather and everything. ‘’

‘’ Yeah, ‘’ you absentmindedly said, already thinking of all the ways it could go wrong if you came with him. 

He was a complete stranger that you had met for the first time just a few hours ago and you knew nothing about him. But you were also realistically thinking of your choices and what few safe and cheap options you had, or rather didn’t have. You were also a student after all, you couldn’t spend too much.

‘’ Have you decided yet? ‘’

You looked up from the ground and saw he was half-way out of the door. The chilliness from the outside crept in and swooped in some water that splashed on you, it only made you more confident in your choice.

‘’ Yes. I’ll go with you. ‘’

*******

His apartment was actually five minutes away, just like he had said. That gave you some inclination to trust him. 

You briefly traced your fingers over the different books he had in his shelves as he left you alone for a few minutes. You weren’t sure what he was doing, probably not showering since you couldn’t hear it running. But you didn’t question it. You felt too curious to resist snooping around in his apartment. 

After taking another lap around, you sat down on the couch. What you had gathered was that he was a very clean and organized person. Despite being a high-schooler like you, there were no signs of dirty laundry, stains on the white carpet or even a speck of dust.

When he came back, you could see from afar that he was holding something in his hands, it looked like one of those masks that you could buy at the Halloween stores. While making his way over to you, he dimmed the lights and then sat down very close, so close that your knees were touching.

‘’ Do you like it? ‘’

Your cheeks burned hot. ‘’ Did you…see me? ‘’

‘’ Yes, it’s not a big apartment you know, ‘’ he laughed heartily, you swooned quietly at his smile. He had a little bit of a golden retriever type of personality, it was very comforting.

A question that had entered your mind a while back reappeared and you felt quite intrigued to hear his answer to it.

‘’ Do you live alone? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, since a few years back. It’s nice but expensive. ‘’

You wanted to ask about his parents but there was likely a good reason that he lived alone at such a young age, so you didn’t push it further. You only nodded and gave a half-smile. Yet, your mind couldn’t help spinning with theories - were his parents dead? Was he not close with them? Was he rich? Was this not his apartment?

So caught up in your mind, you didn’t notice when he started leaning into you. You jumped loudly when his hand was gently placed on your thigh.

‘’ Should we go to my room? It’s getting late. ‘’ 

When he saw that your eyes had fallen to his hand, he slid it down to your lap where he intertwined your fingers. You let yourself be pulled up and dragged away, almost in a daze. 

One moment, you were looking around his room with a puzzled expression, the next you were sprawled out on the bed with Hyunjin on top of you; his mouth lowering down to meet yours in passionate kisses that knocked all air out of your lungs.

The rejection you had been preparing before was long gone from your mind.

All you could think of was the slight taste of alcohol on his lips and how he occasionally teased the inside of your mouth with his tongue, sending chills all over you. You obliged silently when he started pulling your clothes off and almost looked at him like a puppy waiting for its treat while watching him get undressed with your widened eyes.

You parted your lips, ready for him to come close to you again. But he surprised you instead by leaving you hanging. He went somewhere in the apartment and came back holding the same mask he had brought to the living room.

‘’ What’s that for? ‘’

He stirred in place, his back muscles flexing in tension. Then he turned and the smile was back.

‘’ I’ve heard that some girls like when guys wear masks, ‘’ he shrugged, ‘’ it’s not Halloween but we’re only seven months away, never too early to celebrate. ‘’

You moved back on the bed so you could lie on the pillows. Biting on your lip with a feeling of anxiety that you weren’t quite sure where it came from, you only hummed in response.

‘’ What’s wrong? Do you not want me to use it? ‘’

‘’ No, it’s-, ‘’ you rolled your eyes at yourself, you were being ridiculous, this was not something that needed to be made a big deal out of. ‘’ It’s okay, just hurry back here. ‘’

He flashed you a grin again, went over to the bookshelf and adjusted what looked like a book that had fallen out of place and then came over to you. Immediately, his lips found yours again hungrily, like being away from you for a minute or two had left him starved.

With two fingers he separated your legs and then he looked down at you for approval. You nodded, feeling your breathing hitch and grow heavy in anticipation. He placed himself between and slowly eased in, lowering himself so your foreheads were touching just as you both sighed in pleasure.

You thought you saw something or someone flicker in the background, but the next second your eyes were closed and it slipped out of your mind. Ungodly sounds filled the room instead, drowning out every possible thought you could have.

With every movement he made, euphoria filled you. More and more, until it was about to spill over. Your legs wrapped around his slim waist, hands clawing frantically at the sheets. You gasped, ‘’ I’m- ‘’

He hushed you, ‘’ I know baby. ‘’

You tried to make eye contact with him, only to be met with uncomfortable, empty eyes staring back at you, framed by the mask. It made him look scary, not sexy. He didn’t seem half as sweet now; the golden retriever persona was long gone.

But you couldn’t hold it back any longer, you arched your back as the euphoria spread from head to toe in your body, letting small whimpers slip past your lips with its release. 

Your eyes rolled back and when you fluttered them open again, he was already off of you, half-way across the room and putting his clothes on. 

You felt your stomach sink. He must’ve just viewed you like a hookup that he’d fuck and then just leave there to sleep through the night alone. You grimaced and rolled over on your side, feeling like an idiot and wishing you had stuck to your planned rejection from before.

Then he surprised you.

‘’ We should do this again. I know I’m gonna miss you when you leave.‘’

The smile in his voice was evident, yet you still felt a bit bitter. In pettiness, you just hummed in response and then went on your phone. He left and closed the door not long after.

It was hard to fall asleep that night, something was off, but you had no idea why. Your mother always used to say that you were paranoid whenever you stayed at people’s houses as a kid, but then again, if you felt an energy when you walked in - that person always turned out to be bad some time afterward. 

You just hoped you were wrong about this one. 

*******

The next morning, you didn’t wake up in the most pleasant way. Right before falling asleep, you’d imagined how the morning would turn out; maybe he’d wake you up with breakfast or gently nudge you while smiling down at you lovingly, or he would just leave you to wake up on your own.

But the reality was far from your fantasies. You woke up because you felt like someone was watching you. 

With your heart hammering in your chest, you were scared to move, so you slowly rolled over to the side against the window, squinting before it felt safe enough to open your eyes fully. You rolled out of bed and turned. Your whole body was tense and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

But no one was there. You frowned. Had you had a bad nightmare? No, not that you could remember. 

The feeling hadn’t entirely left when you started making your way towards the door. Outside it, you could hear sounds of pans and something frying. Upon opening it, a smell of bacon hit you.

You moved to the kitchen and saw Hyunjin standing at the stove, back turned to you. He wouldn’t have had the time to run from the room to the kitchen without you hearing his steps.

You tilted your head and clicked your tongue. But maybe he was in your room, watching you sleep right before you woke up. The thought sent chills down your spine. Hyunjin turned and smiled, his puppy-like personality back again like nothing happened. 

It was weird. Was he the type of guy who acted completely different in bed versus out of it? You thought back to the mask and how it didn’t fit the image you were looking at right now. 

‘’ Hey, you woke up just in time. ‘’

You wanted nothing more than to leave and call Liz, even if you felt a bit embarrassed about the whole thing. However, out of politeness, you sat down at the table and returned his smile, shifting awkwardly.

When you saw that he noticed your stiff body language, his smile faded and his eyes almost returned to the way they had looked the night before. Hurriedly you tried to relax.

‘’ This looks amazing, thank you. ‘’

That seemed to ease him up a little. He stopped observing your every move and instead turned his attention to his plate. In the absence of surveillance, you managed to push the food around and only take a few bites to make it look like you’d eaten almost half. You weren’t sure if you could stomach too much right now.

‘’ I, um, ‘’ you began feeling uncertain on how to express yourself, ‘’ I have this thing- my- my parents, they want me to come home early! Otherwise, they will be worried. ‘’

That was the best excuse you could come up with. With bated breath, you waited for his reaction. He put his fork down, almost dramatically slow, which made you nervous. You started glancing at the door in case you needed to make a run for it.

‘’ Okay. I understand, ‘’ he flatly said at last.

You had to stop yourself from sighing in relief loudly, but you accidentally stood up a little too quickly; the chair scraping against the wooden floor, so you practically gave yourself away anyways.

He watched you as you went. Your hands were shaking and it was hard to focus with the harrowing gaze on you as you tied your shoes. 

‘’ Bye, thank you for everything, ‘’ you pressed out and almost bolted out of the door.

‘’ I’ll call you, ‘’ he shouted.

Your blood froze. Call you? You ran out into the street now that he couldn’t see you and waved down an Uber. You only felt safe once you were inside and the vehicle started moving, so that’s when you took out your phone to look at it.

Sure enough, it was as you had feared. He had somehow gotten into your phone while you were asleep and he’d added his number. Panicking, you started flicking through every single app, note and photo you owned, only to find it exactly as you had left it.

You texted Liz a summary of what had happened and asked if she’d be at school the next day. As you arrived home, your phone pinged with an answer from her, and just when you were about to put it back in your pocket, it pinged again.

Your face twisted in horror and disgust - it was him, ‘ baby, I miss you so much already. ‘ Baby? You definitely weren’t close enough for that, besides, he’d given you a lot of mixed signals, constantly switching from one mood to another and then leaving you like that after you had sex.

You ignored it and went inside. There was no doubt in your mind that you weren’t going to leave for the rest of the day. You’d just spend it replaying everything he said or did, over and over again, until you could finally see Liz.

*******

‘’ What a fucking creep! ‘’ Liz squealed.

She had your phone clutched in her hand, staring at the text from Hyunjin which was the cherry on top at the end of your recollection of the night before. Liz was not having any of it. She said that Hyunjin had given her the creeps ever since he walked into the restaurant with the other guys.

Not much was known about him either. He had transferred just a few months ago and was just starting to get to know his class. When you told her the rest, it definitely didn’t help to make Liz see him in a more positive light.

‘’ Don’t you feel like he’s hiding something? ‘’ she asked when you approached the school’s buildings.

People stood in the alleyways of them, smoking and keeping watch for teachers passing by. You hurried your steps a little more when you saw them.

‘’ Maybe…but what? ‘’

Liz was about to respond, but you were caught by surprise; a scream torn from your throat when you were yanked into one of the alleyways. 

You expected to see one of the bullies of the school being pissed that you had taken the route that passed by them to the main building. Instead you were face to face with Hyunjin.

‘’ Hyunjin? What are you doing here? ‘’ you harshly whispered, turning to see if anyone had spotted you.

Liz looked at you questioningly and you gave her a thumbs up, a nervous laugh bubbling up inside. She stood by the entrance of the alleyway instead, out of ear-shot.

‘’ Sorry. I don’t think Liz told you. When she said that I go to ‘ another high school, ‘ she meant the one next to yours. ‘’

‘’ Oh. ‘’

‘’ I just wanted to talk to you, ‘’ his eyes flickered over to Liz, he had that same look on his face that had unsettled you before, you took a step back. 

‘’ Can she leave? ‘’

‘’ Why would she need to leave? ‘’

He leaned his arm on the wall and rested his head against the palm of his hand, lips twitching in barely concealed annoyance.

‘’ Can she? ‘’ he repeated, more forcefully this time.

‘’ No, ‘’ you spat back, equally as forceful even though you were masking your fear.

The corners of his mouth quirked upward, he had noticed; nothing slipped past him.

‘’ We have to talk about us. So I’d just like some privacy. ‘’

Against better judgement, you waved Liz off. He seemed like he wasn’t going to let you off until he’d said whatever he wanted to say. Besides, you weren’t completely alone anyway. If you had to scream, someone would hear you…you hoped.

With his free hand he nudged you toward the wall and switched so it was his right hand leaning against the wall instead as he faced you. The maneuver felt a little controlling or almost territorial; essentially he was caging you in so you couldn’t run away the easiest escape route.

‘’ We should date from now on. ‘’

His golden retriever smile that crinkled his eyes returned, but it felt wrong this time, very wrong. You didn’t feel butterflies in your stomach like the first time he’d shown you it, now all you felt was ice.

‘’ I’m sorry. I don’t know you well enough. ‘’

‘’ You will get to know me when you start dating me, ‘’ he scoffed like he couldn’t believe how stupid you sounded. It reminded you of his reaction to you trying to get home in the rain no matter what.

‘’ I’m not ready to date right now. I wasn’t looking for anything serious. ‘’

His eyes narrowed and he looked away from you, turning to the side just as a laugh of disbelief came out.

‘’ Nothing serious, huh? ‘’ he murmured to himself and took his hand off of the wall, starting to pace back and forth, occasionally throwing you glares. ‘’ So you just go around looking at every guy like that? ‘’

You were stunned and also a little offended. ‘’ Like what? ‘’

‘’ Like a fucking slut! ‘’ he screamed, turning to face you fully now, he got closer and closer; pointing his finger at you accusingly until he’d reached you and his finger poked your upper chest. 

‘’ Don’t deny it. You tried to do the good girl act when really you were feeling sorry for yourself and any guy there would’ve been good enough just to fuck you and make your birthday great again. ‘’

Your mouth opened and then closed again. You weren’t sure what you’d say, even if he stopped his manic rambling to give you the chance to get a word in.

‘’ But you chose me! And I chose you, ‘’ his finger poked into you again as he pushed you against the wall with it harshly, ‘’ Now you’re just trying to run away. ‘’

‘’ No, I- ‘’ you felt tears threatening to fall and cleared your throat in a pitiful attempt to stop them, ‘’ I think you misunderstood. I wasn’t even planning on hooking up with anyone, but I had nowhere to sleep and you seemed really sweet so I changed my mind. ‘’

Now he was the quiet one. You had expected it to calm you, but it only made you more anxious. What was he thinking right now? What was he going to do next? Should you not have argued back at all?

You wished you hadn’t turned Liz away now. Silently you pleaded that she’d come back to check on you; that the clock would go faster and the bell would ring so she would have to come get you. Then she could save you.

Maybe there was still time, you could stall this a little longer.

‘’ I- I don’t want to date you, ‘’ you quietly finished.

A snicker caught your attention. First your head snapped up in curiosity, then your eyes widened like you were a deer caught in headlights.

He came closer to you again, completely forcing you against the wall. In his hand, he held his phone, which he brought up to your face.

‘’ No, ‘’ you breathed out, the first tear falling despite your efforts to stop it.

On his phone was what looked like footage from a hidden camera. It was high up, with a view of the whole room. And in said view, was Hyunjin having sex with you - his face masked up, yours on full display.

‘’ The bookshelf, ‘’ you sighed to yourself, realization hitting you. 

He had been setting up the camera when he pretended like he was putting a book back into place. It had seemed unnatural then, but not enough to raise alarms. It also explained the feeling of being watched, and the mask.

He didn’t bother to hide his smirk of satisfaction when you pieced everything together and looked absolutely defeated. ‘’ Do you remember at the beginning of the year, we got that system where you can search up anyone at the school’s email? ‘’

You already knew where he was going with this. He nodded, as if to respond for you.

‘’ What do you say, should I send this video to everyone at school or will you go out with me? ‘’

You swallowed thickly, feeling the hate in your hot tears. He scooped one up on his thumb and brought it to his lips.

‘’ Your choice, ‘’ he added condescendingly.

‘’ Fine, ‘’ you said, sounding very tired.

‘’ Good, ‘’ he smiled triumphantly, giving you a wink.

There was no way out of this for now. You’d have to go along with his games. 

‘’ I just have to tell Liz. ‘’

‘’ Oh, ‘’ he snapped his fingers. ‘’ She won’t be a problem anymore. ‘’

‘’ What? What do you mean? ‘’

‘’ A few of my friends from my old school are here, just visiting. There are a couple more alleyways except for this one. In particular, one of them is very dark and secluded. It was good that your little friend decided to walk past that one. You know, it’s quite perfect when you want to get rid of things that scream - no one will hear them. ‘’

[weirdo-fun]

What Else Can I Do?

Azriel x Reader - Chapter 2

Here is Chapter 2! I got motivated seeing everyone liking the first chapter so I wrote chapter 2 as soon as I could. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Summary: Reader ends up geting turned fae and befriends Elain and gets super close with her. But Reader notices Elain gets treated differently, and Reader would like to change that but a certain batboy always gets in her way of trying to help her friend and under her skin.

Word Count: 3.2 K (Sorry I had way to much fun with this one so it’s a long one 😅)

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, slight dislike for inner circle, dual POV 👀, fem! Reader, they just can’t get each other out of their heads

Author's Note: Soooo remember when I said Azriel and Reader will be interacting with one another?.... Yeah sorry that is not happening in this chapter. BUT don't be mad, Azriel is in this chapter he just hasn't "found" Reader yet. :)

Side Note: Apologies for any grammar mistakes. And yes I did listen to "What Else Can I Do" from Encanto as I wrote this.

You and Elain walk through the forest on the outskirts of Velaris, not going too deep so you guys can remember how to get back. The snaps of twigs is heard from under your boots. Your skirts perfectly covering your legs to stop tall blades of grass or sticks from scratching both of your skins. 

You take a deep breath in, smelling the crisp, tree trunk filled air, breathing in new life after being tucked away in the Town House for quite some time. The lush trees, grass, and needle-covered path reminds you of your home when you were a kid. You used to sneak off and play in the woods for hours with the other kids in the neighborhood. The nostalgic feeling puts a smile on your face. 

Elain stops walking and stares up and around her at the trees that seem to almost cover the sky above. You notice her eyes look at the scenery around with fondness. “Beats the boring walls of the Town House doesn’t it?” You ask playfully ask you walk over to her. She nods, “It certainly does.” She pauses for a moment until she looks at you. “Are you sure this is ok?” She asks with worryness in her voice. “I mean, like I know I said yes to this but now that we’re here I am worried what they will do if they find out.” You chuckle, “Hey, you can’t back out now. We are already here. Besides I did leave a note on the dining table saying we will be out and be back soon incase they do come back earlier. So they have no reason to freak out because I literally told them where we are.” You take a moment and your mind immediately goes to Azriel. “Well maybe Azriel will be a prick and throw a fit.” You roll your eyes and think of what he might say if he found out that you took Elain to the woods for a walk. 

You scowl, just thinking about how Azriel will yell at you for “taking a delicate girl with no supervision to the woods” and how “she could have gotten hurt”. It infuriates you that anything thing you do, you always think of what Azriel might say. He would always be the first to cross your mind when you would think of doing something or question yourself if you should be doing a certain thing. More than likely, you would end up doing whatever it was you were contemplating because it would rile you up just thinking about him telling you what you could and couldn’t do. Even if you knew what you were doing wasn’t the best choice, it was a choice he would disprove of and to you that is all that mattered. 

“Hey Azriel isn’t that bad.” Elain tried to say in a convincing tone to try and calm you down. You whip your head towards her with a glare in your eyes. The glare not directed at her but to who she was talking about. “Really?” You say unconvinced. “Azriel, the one who makes it his mission to scold me for almost anything for the simple fact that I don’t agree how he treats you. The same Azriel that doesn’t like me because I talk back to him when I am pretty sure he expects me to just nod my head and agree. The same person in which we can’t even sit next to each other in the same room or we start bickering about how the other one is sitting in the chair the wrong way.” Elain looks at you, at lost for words. You nod your head. “Yeah exactly. Sounds like he is a great guy.” You sarcastically say as you roll your eyes. 

Elain grabs your hand. “Hey, sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I know you guys don’t see eye to eye.” She looks at you with her doe apologetic eyes. “Let’s forget about them for now. Like you said earlier, we are already here. So let’s continue on our walk and take in the scenery.” Her soft voice calming you down almost instantly. You release a deep breath. “Annnnnnd I want to see this improvement of your power that you told me.” Elain says with excitement. “Well it’s not really improvement, more like testing out what else I can do?” You state as a question. Elain wraps her arm around your elbow and starts to pull you along the forest path. “Well then, let’s find out!” 

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You were getting frustrated, you frown at the lavender flower that you just grow from the ground. “Another flower”, you think to yourself. You huff as you stand up, looking at the different colored flowers and plants circling you in which you unwantedly grew. You have been at this for only 15 minutes, and even though that is not a very long time it felt like an hour past for you. “Maybe you just need a break?” Elain’s voice calls you out of your negative thoughts. She sat on a rock to the side a few feet from where you decided to sit on the forest floor. You walk over to her with your head down in defeat. “I don’t understand, I was able to make a small cactus in my room that one time but now it just seems like my power went back to making just pretty things.” You huff out as you plop yourself next to Elain on the rock. “Why did the Caldron give me the power to grow things when it can only grow pretty flowers, plants, and vines?!” You annoyingly say. “Like I can’t think of a reason why I won’t be able to grow like giant trees, or moss, or poisonous plants, or even venus fly traps!” You look at the sky hoping the Mother can give you an answer. “Maybe a special condition needs to be met?” Elain says in an encouraging voice. “Like maybe, you have to be meditating, or be fulled with anger. Something like that.” You look at her questionably. “I don’t think a “special condition” needs to be met. I was able to do it once before but now it just seems like the power is blocked somehow.” You try to explain to Elain. It frustrated you not knowing how you were able to grow the cacti some time ago and now you can’t. “Well what were you doing when you grew the cactus? Maybe whatever it was triggered the cactus to grow?” You sit there thinking hard on Elain’s question. You run through the memory again to try and find an answer, a clue as to what triggered the cactus to grow. 

It was early in the afternoon, you were sitting on your window sill looking out at Velaris. You did this sometimes where you would sit and just watch the city at any point in the day. There was no particular reason why you did it, you just enjoyed not having to think about anything and just watch the world move forward. You started fiddling with some vines you grew from your hands, twisting and turning them. You then started to add small flowers buds to the vines. The small buds slowly began to bloom into small flowers of a soft blue color. As you were growing new vines and flowers into the mix, you stood up from the window sill and began to pace slowly in your room as you concentrated on making a flower crown. As you were mindlessly making the crown you started humming a song. You don’t know what song, you just started to hum a tune. As you hummed, you mindlessly were growing this intricate flower pattern of blue and purple flowers. Not realizing that the vines sprouting from the crown were growing towards the floor of your room and started to spread across the floor. You were stuck in your own little world humming a song that you didn’t notice that on the floor one of the vines started to grow vertically, and started to take a different shape. It was only then when you finished making the flower crown and you finished humming the song that you noticed the little cactus with a small blue flower on top next to your feet. Your eyes widen, you never knew you could do that. Then you looked around the room and realized that you let your power go a little bit too much. Vines and flowers spread across the floor of the bedroom and up onto the walls. You did notice that the vines and flowers looked bigger than they normally should. You marveled at what you created and wanted to know if you could do more. 

You blink as you recall the memory of that day. Now thinking back, you did realize that you were very calm and you weren’t actually trying to grow anything at all. “I was just humming a song while mindlessly making a flower crown.” You begin to say to Elain. “I-I think I wasn’t really focussing on anything to be honest. I was actually in my own world subconsciously making the crown.” Elain thinks for a moment and then says, “Maybe that what it is then. Don’t think about it too hard and be relaxed.” You look at her with almost a confused puppy look in your eyes. “Well how do I do that? I can’t just not think about what I want to grow. And before you say meditate like you said before you know damn well I am bad at that.” Elain thinks for a moment, she then smiles and stands up pulling you with her. “Well you said you were humming a song. Then lets hum a song and dance together.” She says completely serious. You look at her not believing what she is suggesting because this is a little out of character for her. “Are you serious?” You question making sure you heard her right. “100 percent.” She nods and smiles at you. “Come on, you were the one saying that I needed to start being more confident in myself and being able to voice my opinion out loud. I think dancing and singing in the middle of the forest without a care in the world will help me let go of my… “delicate nature”. Plus it will help you relax and not think too hard on your power.” You look at her and seeing the determination in her eyes tells you she is super serious about this. 

You give her the biggest smile and giggle as you grab her hand and start to spin her around. Elain laughs and she continues to dance with you with no music. She spins you around and you guys continue this unchoreographed dance with smiles, giggles, and laughs coming from both of you. To have some fun you begin to throw flower pedals in the air like confetti and they fall down around both of you, some getting caught in your guys’s hairs. As you guys dance, jump, and spin, flowers begin to grow surrounding you guys coming from you as the centerpoint. You don’t realized it at first but once you do, you feel a slight weight of power being lifted like the locked door holding your power back was slowly getting unlocked. It felt like the flowers danced with you; they didn’t feel like you were forcing them to grow. It felt like they listened to what you wanted in the moment and obeyed you. You took a hold of that feeling and continued to run with it. As you did a hand full of cacti popped up from the ground. You and Elain stopped dancing and looked at the cacti with amazement. Joyous yells came from both of you, happy that the dancing worked. Who knew having a good a time could unlock a power? 

With the new found feeling of your power and determination in your eyes you grab a hold of that closed door on your power open it. The rush of energy rushed through you and it almost seemed your sensed were heighten even more. Everything, touch, taste, sight, smell, and hearing. But it was a different change to your senses. It’s like you could feel the sort of life energy flowing through the grass beneath your boots; it seemed like you could hear the trees dancing as the wind blew past, to the whispered song that the flowers sung. Nature smelled, different. Like more alive. You couldn’t explain it, but it felt like nature came alive and you could understand it. 

“Hey! Reader are you ok?” Elain tugs on your arm worry written on her face as she sees you starring off. You blink a couple of times, shaking off the shock of your unlocked power. You lift your hands up and in a few seconds an enlarged sapphire blue flower springs up from the ground. The massive size of the flower scares Elain and she stumbles back a few steps. After a few seconds it takes for Elain to recover, she stares at the flower and then at you. “Holy wow. You can do that?!” Elains voice laced with interest and excitement. She walks over to the massive flower, each pedal being her size, to get a better look up close. “I think I can a lot more than that.” You smile walking over to stand next to her. She turns to you intrigued, “Well then let’s see it. What else can you do?” 

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Azriel POV 

Shadows disburse as Azriel lands on the balcony of the Town House in the late afternoon. He sighs, glad to be back in Velaris. The mission that Rhys sent him on not only took longer than it needed to take, but Rhys could have easily done it himself. But being High Lord is tiresome and requires a lot of work, so his attention was needed else were. 

Azriel steps into the Town House ready for a quick bath and a cup of tea to help the incoming headache that he knows will receive, before dinner is served. His mind on the warm bath he was thinking of taking was interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps, a door swinging open, and a yell. “SHE’S NOT HERE!” Nesta’s worried and panicked voice echoes throughout the manor. 

Azriel stops in his tracks for a mear moment and briskly begins to walks in the direction of Nesta’s voice. His shadows start to swarm him, feeling their master’s concern over the commotion so they try to comfort him. “Whose not here? What happened?” Azriel thinks as he makes his way through the manor. 

Azriel follows the yelling and ends up at Elain’s bedroom. Standing at the entrance to her room with the door wide open Azriel sees Nesta panicked written face and Cassian standing next to her with a comforting hand on her shoulder to try and calm her down. “What’s wrong? Did something happen to Elain?” Azriel’s voice grabs the couples attention to see him take a few steps into the room. “We can’t find Elain.” Nesta answers worriedly. “Or Reader.” Cassian adds. “We looked around the manor and neither of them are here.” Cassian states as he walks towards Azriel. “What! Are you sure you checked every room?” Azriel questions with hope laced into his voice. Before Cassian could get a word in, Azriel sent out his shadows to scour the manor for any signs of the girls. 

His shadows come back and tells him that you and Elain were gone. Azriel was about to send them back out to search throughout Velaris for you guys but one shadow whispered to him that there was a note on the dining table. Without a word to Nesta or Cassian, Azriel speed walk to the dining hall. 

He walks in and he does noticed a small folded piece of paper on the large wooden table. Azriel picks it up, unfolds it and reads it. 

“Incase you guys get back earlier than we do. Elain and I are going for a walk in the woods. We shouldn’t be too long, so don’t worry.” 

P.S. We won’t stray too far so don’t panic Azriel 

-Reader :) 

Azriel crumbles the piece of paper and stuffs it in one of his leather pockets. He can’t believe you took Elain out of the Town House when he specifically told Elain to stay inside until either him or Nesta and Cassian got back to escort her if she wished to go somewhere. He should have known that you would convince Elain to do the opposite of what he says. He should have either convinced Cassian and Nesta to take you with them or forced you to go with him on his mission so that THIS wouldn’t happen. Frustration builds inside Azriel as he makes his way back to the balcony, getting ready to fly to the forest to bring Elain back and to yell at you for clearly going against his wishes. 

“Az!” Cassian's voice is heard from behind the shadowsinger, as his heavy footsteps come closer. “Did you find them?” Azriel shakes his head. “No, but I know where they are.” Azriel takes the note from his pocket and holds it up for Cassian. “Reader thought it would a great idea to take Elain to the woods for a walk.” Sarcasm and annoyance fell from his voice. “I swear, that woman is something else.” Azriel states with irritation. “Hey, how about we focus on finding Reader and Elain and then you can decide if you want to bicker with her. Even though I think you are being too hard on her.” Cassian says as calmly as he could to try and settle Azriel down. Azriel doesn’t respond, he just glares at him. “Let’s just find them and bring the back.” Azriel says as his wings shoot him to the sky and carry him towards the forest with Cassian in tow. 

You always did this. Ever since you became friends with Elain, you always disproved of him. It frustrated Azriel to no end that you would always talk back and bicker at him. He disliked how anytime he would tell Elain to do something you would always have something to say back. Even if it didn’t regard Elain, you always wanted to say something. This wasn’t the first time you pulled a stunt like this off. There were a few times where he specifically told you not to do something and what did you do? You did the complete opposite. It’s like you like to push his buttons, get him riled up, and angry at you. He doesn’t understand why you hate so much. All he has done, or tried to do, was to protect Elain because, unlike you with your extroverted nature, she has a softer nature. And Azriel, including the rest of the inner circle, want her to be comfortable and secure after everything that she went through. The same treatment would be applied to you if you had her personally but you don’t. You have to have a very friendly, social butterfly type personality that Azriel tries to hate, but subconsciously finds it interesting, intriguing even. 

Azriel shakes his head from the thought of you. Lately his head has been filed with thoughts of you. Anything he did or said, he would always think, “what would Reader say? How would she react?” He would imagine different scenarios of you getting upset at him or throwing a sly remark his way. It perplexes Azriel that you have been taking over his mind, and it aggravated him.

That is it for chapter 2! Hope you enjoyed it! So glad I finally brought Azriel into the story. As you guys can see by the amount of words I have, I had to delay Reader's and Azriel's interaction with one another by one more chapter. Sorry! :( But man don't they hate each other so much? Gosh, just can't keep each other out of their own heads! Well anyway, that is all! If you want to be added to the taglist please leave a comment and I will add you! I hope I did the taglist correctly I have never done one before so if someone can give me advice on how to do one properly that would be great because Google did not help at all. P.S. Just to let you guys know I will gone for vacation for about a week, I can't promise you guys anything but I will try to write what I can so that when I come back I can finish it up the next chapter as soon as possible and post it for you guys. I hate that I will have to keep y'all waiting. But until then take care! :)

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[melodic-haze]

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino (GI) x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Pet play, using a hidden vibrator in public, reader with a cock/strap referred to as the former, ROUGH sex, spanking, a lot of painplay actually, blood cuz have you?? Seen her nails????? What the hell, overstimulation, dumbification 🫶

☆ — NOTES: I haven't actually played Genshin since the eternal Ayaka timer lol but anyway I got carried away I think LMAOOO I just have a huge thing for authority figures who are all subby for me 😞 I might do an aftercare continuation post idk

☆ — PARTS: Part 1 (you are here), Part 2, Part 3

I really need to put a collar on this woman and call her my personal attack dog

This tall, scary woman who wields a SCYTHE, this Harbinger slash one winged fallen angel with crosses for eyes, this person who people call 'Father'???? Imposing as hell, very much the type that you can't look at in the eyes or else you're probably marked for death next.......but who could EVER expect that all that would go off and crumble down at the mere sight of you with a collar on your hand, a smile on your face and the intent to reduce her into nothing but your personal little pet?

Intimidating? Oh, please. Maybe she'd cut everyone else, but she wouldn't dare do that to you! Not even when she has a vibrator stuffed in her pussy. What's she gonna do realistically, hurt you? Oh no no no she wouldn't dare do that, you've done nothing wrong, could NEVER do anything wrong so whyever would she do that to you?

You've always wondered how Arlecchino could ever balance on those shoes of hers, with the way her heels narrow down into practically nothing by the time its length reaches the ground.

It's an impressive feat, being able to balance on such technically impractical footwear.. especially when the wearer has a small vibrator stuffed in her cunt, controlled by none other than you and the equally small device resting in your pocket, ready for you to use when you felt like it.

And you did exactly that—as the Harbinger went to talk to some person about whatever it is (you never really cared about the current semantics), you dug into your pocket idly, innocently, even, but the both of you know full well that it was anything but.

Despite Arlecchino keeping a straight face, you know the effect was immediate; you could tell from the slight stumble and the quite-literal split-second glitch that you miss when you blink. Unfortunately for her, though, the third-party hadn't blinked so she's left to scramble for an excuse as you watch on nearby, utterly delighted.

Eventually you see her excuse herself early, making it appear as if whatever they were discussing didn't seem to work. And who would ever question Arlecchino, of all people?

You.

"Well, now," you begin with a raised eyebrow as you watched your approaching lover approach you with a surprising amount of grace, wondering how she's kept herself steady with those heels of hers, "I thought you were going to take longer. What happened?"

You see her eyes stare at you, the red crosses within them practically burning so bright it's as if you were so close that you could touch the sun and burn... Though instead of looking away like a normal person with a sense of self-preservation, you dared to flash her an innocent smile as if you were utterly clueless, but both of you knew VERY well that that was, simply put, pure and utter bullshit.

She licks her lips before answering, "I have.. rescheduled for the discussion to continue when his pr-- ..proposal has been polished to the standard I require. We can return to-- ..!"

Her breath hitches, and she moves on to sit down swiftly and cross her legs in a futile effort to keep the toy still within her, though that turns out to be a mistake as you increase the intensity even further. Her mouth practically drops open before she looks down and covers her mouth as she grabs onto your wrist, nails digging and causing you to wince, though it doesn't keep the smug look on your face from increasing.

You narrow your eyes, as if utterly unimpressed by her antics, as you speak only for your lover to hear, "Flaking on your responsibilities just for you to get some relief sooner rather than later? Okay, then." And she hears, sees you laugh, and you both know that she knows she's crossed you, "Let's go home."

The only thing your pet Harbinger could really do was nod.

She need need NEEDS to be treated roughly for her to feel things bc tbh she probably has a high FEELING threshold in general. And like she's insane but that's another thing

Pull on her collar, her leash. Actually no pull on her HAIR there's a reason why she has it in a low tail 🤨🤨 pull it use it to direct her where you want her and she'll do whatever it is you require for her to do

Please do absolutely spank her, put her in her place, urge her on. Pain is a great stimulant, and is a great teacher 🫶

Needs she NEEDS you to hold her up as you pound at her without stopping, vibrator still in her cunt and being pushed deeper into her over and over by your cock and she doesn't tell you to stop either bc she's telling you to give her more, please!!

This deadly woman is asking you, pleading you, begging you for you to absolutely ruin her!!! But nonono you can't let her have what she wants when she's been uncharacteristically not doing her job like she's meant to so you pull out of her and immediately turn off the toy inside her and she looks at you with such shock that it's so strange to see on this ever-so-composed-and-strict member of the Fatui. But at the end you don't really care as you start up the whole process again after waiting for long enough, even switching your positions and paces and everything

Once you deem it enough and that she's basically at her limit, you decide to grant her.. mercy. Fuck her until she cums and she cums HARD, her nails reducing the sheets into damaged tatters of fabric and leaving bloody claw marks and bites on your skin as she writhes and twitches and glitches violently (you'll take care of it later, you reckon, but right now do you really care?) before she settles down.......

But you don't stop. Nononono you don't stop not at all!! This IS what she wanted, right??? Being fucked so hard until she's all dumb and forgets everything she has to keep track of in that brain of hers, make her forget that she's supposed to be this scaryyy Harbinger who could kill you in the blink of an eye, reduce her into nothing but your obedient little puppy desperate for a powerless mortal, of all things. That has to be humiliating, it SHOULD be humiliating when she has all that power, but she doesn't care. Not now, not ever.

Not when it's you :33

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Deadly Proposal: Part Three

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: angst, mentions of drug use, drug angst

Summary: Dean agreed to get your sister from jail but her presence makes it tense for everyone, especially you. She is a ticking time bomb that's waiting to go off.

Deadly Proposal Masterlist

Square Filled: free space (2021) for @spnquotebingo

Quote is: "Sometimes it's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose." from Grey’s Anatomy

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Then

You’re sitting in the front of Amber’s 2004 Ford Escort wearing your softball uniform. The only reason why Amber is driving you is because Mom forced her. She was going to book club with her friend and didn’t have time to drive you. You’re shocked Amber didn’t ask for anything in return but when she pulls into a motel parking lot, you understand why she agreed to drive you.

“You’re supposed to be driving me to softball practice,” you sigh.

“Don’t worry about it.” There are two men standing by one of the rooms, one of them smoking something. “Stay in the car.”

She gets out of the car and approaches the two men. Disappointment floods your chest but you don’t say anything. The man who is smoking smirks when he sees you but you sink down into your seat to avoid his gaze. Amber takes the money dedicated to dinner and hands it to the man who isn’t smoking. In return, the man hands her something white in a small plastic baggie. Of course. Why else would she offer to drive you other than to get drugs?

As soon as the drugs are in her hands, she heads back to the car. The men don’t stop staring at you until she is too far away to notice.

“You used the money for dinner,” you say.

“Keep your mouth shut,” she snaps.

“I’m late to practice.”

She doesn’t say anything else and continues driving.

Now

You shouldn’t be here. You should just go to bed and forget doing this. You look down the hall toward your room but your legs don’t move. You’re standing outside Dean’s office debating on whether or not you should knock. No, you shouldn’t. You’re just going to bother him with your problems that he didn't sign up for.

You’re about to leave when the door opens. Dean stands there tall with an annoyed look on his face. You should leave. Just say never mind and go to bed.

“I can smell you. What do you want?”

He turns and heads back to his desk. You step into his office and nervously play with your hands. You don’t know how to start without seeming like a desperate girl.

“So, the reason why I was in that hotel where we met is because I was on my way to pick up my sister in Boston. Um, she’s in jail and she was granted bail. I’m her only hope of getting out. I’d like to get her if it’s okay with you.”

“Where will she stay?”

“Well, um, I figure since you have so much room here…”

“No, she’s not staying here.”

“Please, Dean? She’ll only be a week. One week to get herself on her feet. She’s my sister.”

Dean’s instinct is to say no but then he sees the desperation in your eyes. He wants to say no but when he opens his mouth to respond, something else comes out.

“Fine. I’ll go with you tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you.”

Dean looks down at his hands and sees aged spots darkening. You’re about to leave when he calls your name.

“Come here. I need a sip from you.”

This is why you’re here. You’re here to provide blood for him and nothing else. Still, you feel a little proud that he chose you out of every single human on this planet. You’re the one he wants. You walk over to Dean and allow him to pull you onto his lap. You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. His green eyes darken at the thought of tasting your blood again but you mistake it for something else. Maybe he enjoys you being here more than you think. The more you allow him to feed from you, the more you feel compelled to always be around him.

What are you doing to me, Dean Winchester? Why can’t I stay away? What is it about you that makes me want more?

Dean grabs your hair gently and pulls so you’re forced to expose your neck to him. He peels back the bandage from the last time he bit you, the wounds have not fully healed yet. He’d heal you but then he’d open up a new can of worms that he knows you probably won’t want to be opened. He leans in just as his fangs slide out. You feel the cold shiver before you feel him pierce your skin. Dean doesn’t take much, maybe only a pint. Still, it feels euphoric to you. Your head feels fuzzy, your eyes stay closed, and your mouth parts open.

Dean pulls away from you and replaces the bandage across the wounds he opened. He holds you close and looks down at his hands which are free of the darkened age spots. He licks his lips so there isn’t any more blood before standing up with you in his arms. He takes you to bed and lets you rest for the rest of the night.

The next morning, you’re getting ready to go to Amber’s prison when you notice the bandage on your neck. The only thing you remember is feeling like you were on Cloud 9 after Dean drank from you. You touch the bandage and wince from the soreness of your wounds, and you think about your arrangement with Dean. When you took it a few weeks ago, you were pissed at your sister for landing herself in jail. You wanted out. You wanted a better life for yourself. Dean was offering you all this stuff and it seemed so good at the time.

It still does but there is more at stake than you realize. Him drinking from you is doing something to you. Whether you two want it or not, you’re forming a blood bond. You were scared of Dean at first, but now not so much. You let your hair cover the side of your neck to hide the fact that Dean likes to bite you in the neck. Maybe you should ask him to bite you on the wrist so you can hide it better.

After getting ready, you head down to the kitchen where Dean is. The chef has already made you a meal which is sitting on the kitchen island next to Dean.

“Eat.”

“So bossy,” you grin and do as you’re told. “Listen, there’s something you should know about Amber. I should have told you this before but she’s a drug addict. The fact that she’s in jail means she hasn’t used in a while. She’ll be coming down from one of her highs, so she’ll be cranky. Don’t let her get to you.”

“Sweetheart, I am a vampire. What can she do to me?”

“Don’t say I didn't warn you,” you shrug

Boston is only an hour and a half from Dean’s mansion so it doesn’t take long until you’re at the prison.

“Hi, I’m here for Amber Bishop.” You look at Dean. “We don’t have the same last name. Believe it or not, she was married, and when she got divorced she hung onto his last name. She was in love with him but he wasn’t in love with her.”

“That’s sad.”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

The officer hands you some forms to sign before getting her. As soon as she sees you, she bursts into tears.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You bring her into your arms and let her cry on your shoulder. “I promise to do better. I just slipped up.”

“I know.”

Dean’s face remains stoic as you two bring her to the car. You can’t help but feel ashamed of your sister’s state. You place her in the back seat and she immediately passes out from exhaustion. Dean is silent for the next thirty minutes as soft music flows through the speakers.

“One week, Y/N. She’s gone after that.”

“Okay. One week.”

Dean arrives at home and immediately leaves you to take care of your sister alone. You let her use your body as support as you take her to one of the empty bedrooms next to yours. She is in tears the second she lays on the bed. You tug off her shoes and socks before moving up her body. You pull off her shirt and give her a sleep shirt to use for now.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry,” she cries.

“I know you are.” You smooth down her hair. “Just get some sleep, okay?”

You can’t help but think about the first time you had to care for her after she took drugs.

You snuck downstairs to get some water after waking with a dry throat. You took a water bottle from the fridge when the front door opened. Amber came stumbling in with red eyes and roughed clothing.

“Amber?” you whispered.

“Y/N, you gotta help me.”

She stumbled over to you and fell into your arms. The water bottle dropped from your hand, and you’re thankful the cap was on. Your parents were sleeping upstairs and you did not want to wake them. 

“Come on, let’s go upstairs.” You tried to be as quiet as you could as you snuck your sister upstairs to her room. She crashed onto her bed with tears streaming down her face. “Did you take drugs?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I promise not to do this again. I’m sorry.”

You leave Amber alone in her room and go down to the kitchen where food is waiting for you. You pick up your fork to eat but you’re suddenly not so hungry. You set your fork down and move the plate away from you.

“So, what’s her deal?” Dean asks when he walks into the kitchen.

“She ran with the wrong crowd in high school. Even before that. She didn’t start getting into drugs until she was a senior. I remember when I was twelve, I had softball practice that she was supposed to drive me to but she stopped to meet two men. She used the dinner money to buy drugs. Even before that, I remember her coming home after using drugs for the first time. She keeps promising never to do it again and she keeps breaking that promise.” You look down at your lap. “Sometimes, I’m scared I’ll come home and see her dead on the ground or something.”

“So?”

You look at Dean like he grew three heads.

“Sometimes it's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose. I don’t want to lose her, but I don’t know how much more disappointment I can take.”

“Then why do you help her?”

“You sound like my parents,” you scoff. “She’s my sister, Dean.”

“Let me tell you something. Just because she’s blood doesn’t make her family. You should cut her loose before she brings you down.”

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

Dean’s eyes darken with something mysterious and dangerous.

“Story time is over. Eat.”

Dean leaves the kitchen immediately, and you grab the fork again. You’re not sure what’s going to happen with your sister but you have a feeling it’s not going to be good.

x

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[telekineticseance]

inspired by mattsdae’s latest fic that Awoke something in me could you write coop (or trey) that while fucking just feels readers belly to feel how deep they are and just being fucked out of his own mind 🤭🤪 pls and thank ily

NEVER AGAIN

pairing: trey parker x f! reader

summary: trey catches you flirting with a guy at the bar and when you two get home he finds out why

genre: smut

word count: 3164

cw: biting, meandom!trey, dom(m)/sub(f), degradation, fingering(f!receiving), unprotected p in v intercourse, rough sex, age gap relationship, bondage, jealousy, oral (f!receiving), borderline bdsm

author's note: very much 18+ mdni or i will fight every single one of you followed by a block. anyways ENJOY!!!

You had been with your boyfriend Trey for a little over 3 years and as much as you loved him, at times you felt bored. He was what some people tend to call “old fashioned” or maybe a gentleman. You did love him though. The way he made you laugh, the way he held you at night when he came home from work, when he’d surprise you with a gift every now and then. It seemed like he loved you too. So if all that, why were you sitting at a bar letting a guy flirt with you while Trey was away in the bathroom.

The two of you went out to a bar for Matt’s birthday with a few other people and while everyone was getting hammered, you and Trey opted for the more sober experience.

“So did you come alone?” The strange guy asked, resting his hand on your knee. You shuddered under his touch while shaking your head, “No I’m with a few friends.” You explained, sipping on the cranberry juice sitting on the bar. The guy gave you a small smirk, caressing your leg and stroking it gently. You looked down at your hand, knowing you should push it away but enjoying the touch. When you saw Trey slip through the crowd you cleared your throat, moving the man’s hand away causing him to let out a scoff.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, moving closer and draping his arm around your shoulders. You tried shaking it off before hearing Trey’s voice break through the sound of the loud music and bustling crowd. “You should probably let her go.”

The guy’s arm pulled away from your shoulders as he turned around, looking up at Trey. The guy seemed to be only a few inches taller than you, but definitely a few inches shorter than Trey as he practically towered over him. Trey’s face was stern and his eyes were dark, “And you are?” The guy asked, crossing his arms over his chest seeming like he was trying to be taller than he actually was. Trey let out a slight chuckle, “I’m her boyfriend.”

The guy scanned Trey’s figure and let out almost a belly laugh, “There’s no way she’s with an old man like you.” He rolled his eyes, letting out a scoff before clenching his fist at his side, “It’s none of your business if she is or not. Come on Y/N.” He used his unclenched hand to motion for you to come to his side.

You obeyed almost immediately, walking to his side as he used the same hand to inlace his fingers with yours. The guy reached out and pulled you away from Trey’s gasp causing Trey to quickly turn around and collide his clenched fist to the guy’s face. The guy flailed back, his back hitting the bar as he quickly brushed off the punch and lunged at Trey. You watched the two start throwing punches at each other before you saw Matt’s tall figure come running through the crowd of people and pulling the guy away from Trey, hitting him in the process.

Eventually, a security guard for the bar walked over and grabbed Trey and Matt both by the necks of their shirts, while another one grabbed the other guy, holding all three of them apart. You watched in shock as Trey fought against the guard, trying to continue to fight the random guy. “That slut was asking for it!” He screamed at Trey, blood dripping from his mouth. Trey looked at you before looking back at the guy, the rage still showing in his eyes.

You looked down avoiding eye contact from him, the man wasn’t right but he definitely wasn’t wrong and you knew it. When you looked back Trey was looking at you, his face had softened a little but you could still tell he was upset. The security guards dragged out the three of them and you grabbed your purse before following closely behind the group. The guard dragged the guy away, keeping a close eye on them, “Now you four need to leave and not come back.”

You watched as Matt and Trey walked away together, Matt trying to hype Trey back up while Trey apologized for ruining Matt’s party, “No fuck that guy! He ruined it, not you. Shouldn’t have been filling your girl up like that.” Matt patted Trey's back as they walked together, you following behind. Trey glanced back giving a small scoff, “Yeah he shouldn’t have.”

When the three of you arrived back to where you all had parked, Matt said his farewells, claiming he was sober enough to drive before getting in his car and leaving. Trey looked back at you before motioning to his own car and then climbing in. You got in the passenger side before Trey started driving, the car ride home silent.

Once the two of you arrived at your shared home with Trey, he climbed out of the car, not waiting on you before he unlocked the door and went inside. You let out a sigh, locking the door as you got out, following him into the house. It wasn’t super fancy but it was home, you insisted on a rental home even though Trey insisted on buying a home for the two of you to live in. You told him you wanted to wait until marriage before buying and he understood before you two found a home you really liked.

You walked through the door, seeing the lights on scattered throughout the house. You sighed walking up the stairs to the bedroom, seeing Trey sitting on the bed with his head in hands. You walked over, gently resting your hand on his shoulder as he flinched, pulling away from your touch. “Trey..” You started but he quickly shushed you, “What did he mean by you asked for it? Hm?” You shook your head, sitting down next to him. “It’s not what it sounds like.”

“Then what was it? Because what I saw was you not pushing him away in the first place.” He said, rising up from the bed, his height towering over you. You looked up at him taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry okay? I just…I thought maybe I could feed this need I have. You don’t give me anything to work with Trey. It’s just the same thing over and over again.” You confessed. His face dropped and his lips tightened, “So letting some guy touch you instead of talking to me was the way to go?”

You felt the guilt hit you, letting out a sigh, “It wasn’t going to be anymore than that. I promise. I just..I need more Trey.” He looked down at you, walking closer, “What more do you want?” He took your chin in his hand, making you look at him. “Hm?”

You shook your head, “I-I don’t know.” He rolled his eyes before returning his gaze back down at you, “Want me to fuck you? Treat you like the slut you are.” He mumbled, his eyes darkened with every word. You felt your throat dry as he spoke, this new side of Trey His fingers tightened the grip on your chin as he leaned down to your ear, “Is that what you want?”

You nodded against his grip as he chuckled against your ear, “Well too bad.” He forcefully pushed against you, causing your back to lay against the bed. You looked up at him, seeing him pull off his shirt. “Take off your clothes.” He commanded, motioning to your clothes. You started to do so as your heartbeat quickened while he walked over to a drawer, pulling out two of his ties, watching him walk back to the bed. He wrapped the ties around your wrists and ankles, making it to where each wrist was attached to an ankle. “This is what you want right?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Mmhmm.” You hummed out, he smirked in response, looking down at your nude body. He ran his fingers across your skin, the coldness causing you to jump slightly in reaction. Another chuckle left him as he leaned down over you, leaving wet kisses down your torso. A shiver was sent down your spine with every lingering kiss he left, inching closer to your lower half. He leaned up to your ear, his voice having a lighter tone than before, “I wanna make you happy. But if I go too far tell me okay?” You nodded before he went back to leaving the trail of kisses.

You felt your core start to throb and grow more wet with every move Trey made. He pulled away, flipping you over onto your stomach so your legs were propped up in the air from being tied to your wrists. One of his hands rested on your lower back, just above your ass as he used his other hand to stroke along your slit. You gasped trying to arch against his touch but his hand continued to force you against the mattress. He tsked at you as you tried to move, his fingers tapping lightly on your back as he continued rubbing his fingers along your slit causing you to squirm under his touch..

“I didn’t say you could move.” He told you, pressing you further into the mattress. Your face pressed against the mattress as a shiver went down your spine, feeling his hand start rubbing at your clit. He thrusted his fingers in, curling them as he did. You fought back the urge to move with his touch letting out a moan against the bed. “Can’t believe an old man like me can get you heated like this.” He chuckled as he continued pumping his fingers, letting out a groan as you flexed yourself around the fingers.

You closed your eyes tightly, as you felt your stomach tighten, continuing to flex your walls around his fingers. When you let out another moan, Trey eased his fingers out slowly. You glanced back and watched him, wondering why he stopped, “W-Why did yo-” He cut you off as you spoke, “Stay quiet. Until I tell you to.”

Your mouth hung open, shocked from this new side of Trey. He rolled his eyes before reaching his hand up, closing your mouth. He took the ties off your ankles and wrists, “Flip over. On your back.” 

Obeying him, you flipped back to your back as he continued holding the ties, you could practically see the gears turn in his head as he bit his bottom lip while letting his eyes scan you. He walked up your body, wrapping the tie around your face, covering your eyes. Your heart started to race once your vision went black, unsure of what would happen next.

The feeling of Trey’s fingers along your cheek caused you to jump slightly. He ran his hand down before they found your breasts, taking them in your hands and massaging them, flicking at your nub in the process. You let a moan escape past your lips, suddenly feeling his mouth come into contact with your skin. His hand continued to massage your breasts as he licked his tongue through the valley between them. The bed sank in as he climbed on top of you, his mouth moving onto one of your nipples as he bit down causing you to let out a gasp.

You tried looking under the tie but it was no use, he made sure to tie it tight so you couldn’t see anything around you. You whined as he pulled away from you, his hands gripping onto your hips, “What’s wrong?” He teased once you whined. “I-I need you Trey.”

He gave a small hum, “Do you now?” He asked, his body causing the bed to creak slightly as he lowered himself down your body. You tried moving your hands to touch him, locate him but he quickly slammed them back down next to your sides. “Move them again and I’ll tie them again.” He warned you.

You clutched your hands onto the sheets as he propped your legs onto his shoulders, before blowing lightly on your aching clit. The gust of air caused you to flinch slightly, letting out an almost squeak sound. Suddenly you felt the attachment of his lips to your clit as he began sucking, flicking his tongue in  a pattern like motion.

A gasp was all you could make, clutching harder onto the sheets, sure that your knuckles had turned white by now. He continued fucking you with his tongue, letting out a chuckle when you’d make a noise, sending vibrations through your core. The feeling caused you to grind against his mouth, his nose brushing against your clit when you’d do so. He ran his tongue along your folds, before diving it as deep as he could.

When you felt yourself start to reach your high again, you reached up, gripping onto his hair as you started riding his face. He quickly pulled away from you, ripping your hands from his hair, pinning them above your head. “I fucking told you.” He growled, before you felt the fabric wrap around your wrists. “You don’t listen very well do you.”

Your breathing increased with every word he spoke, every move he made around you, only being able to feel him from the sounds he’d make. “Why should I fuck you? Hm? Letting a strange man touch you? In public nonetheless.” He scoffed as he talked, flipping you onto your side. You heard the jingling of his belt, and the dropping of his jeans.

“I think you should be punished don’t you?” He whispered against your ear suddenly, feeling the coldness of his leather belt run down your body. You gulped before you nodded, not believing what was happening. Suddenly, you felt the collision of the belt impact on your ass and your back arched as you let out a small whimper. Although it did hurt, the feeling turned you on even more.

The collision hit you once more and the whimper was exchanged for a moan, digging your nails into the palm of your hand. When the belt struck you for the third time, you bit your bottom lip and curled your toes. “Are you gonna let another man touch you?” He asked, the leather slapping against itself as he clicked the belt together. You shook your head, “No sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” He spoke before you felt him prop himself next to you. You still laid on your side as he pushed your legs up to your stomach. Suddenly you felt him thrust himself in, his cock stretching your walls as he did so. He started thrusting roughly, wasting no time to let yourself adjust but you didn’t mind, as every thrust sent a rush of pleasure down your body.

One of his hands continued to hold your legs to your stomach, while the other held onto your side so he could keep the position he wanted. He let out a groan as his grip tightened, “You feel so fucking good.” He spoke as he did so. You continued to let out a moan before he pulled out, flipping you back around so you were on your back once again. He thrusted back in, propping your legs on his shoulders.

He pressed his lips into yours as he thrusted, you licked his lips begging for an entrance into his mouth to which he granted, his own tongue having a battle with yours for dominance. He bit your bottom lip hard, giving it a tug as he pulled away.

His hand rested just above your pelvic bone as he pressed down on it, feeling his cock thrust in and out of you. “Fuck.” He groaned out. You felt your stomach tighten once more, starting to reach your peak. “Don’t.” He told you when he felt your walls starting to clench.

“Please Trey.” You begged, your eyes watering under the tie, definitely soaking it. “Not yet.” He told you as he continued thrusting. His thrusts got rough with every move, holding himself in when he’d hit your g spot for a few seconds before he’d start thrusting again.

You felt his thrusts start to get more sloppy as he leaned down to your ear, “I want you to cum on three okay?” He whispered, his thrusts increasing once more. You nodded before he began counting.

“One…”

“Two…”

His hand moved from just above your pelvic bone to where he started rubbing on your clit as he thrusted, “Three…”

You felt your walls tighten around his cock rapidly as you started to grind his hips against his thrusts, the two of you releasing at the same time. He let out another groan, the two of you riding out your highs together.

He pulled out, keeping his hand on rubbing your clit as you tried moving away but he forced you to stay, “No. You wanted more so that’s what you're getting.” He paused, thrusting his fingers in, gasping from how sensitive you were but still moaning from the pleasure you received. “I want you to cum around my fingers.”

You bit your bottom lip as he continued thrusting them, “I-I can’t.” You whimpered out, letting out another small moan.

“Yes you can. I know you can. Because that’s what good girls do. And you’re a good girl right?” He asked and you nodded once more. “That’s what I thought.”

He continued pumping his fingers as you felt yourself start to get that familiar feeling once more, surprised you could reach your high again. “Are you close?” He asked when you started to flex your walls again.

You bit your bottom lip while nodding. He reached his free hand up and pulled up the tie from your eyes, “I want you to look in my eyes.” He told you, holding eye contact with you as he curled his fingers. You held eye contact with him, wishing you could touch his face, feel the way his salt and pepper beard would prickle against your hand.

You let out another gasp when you felt yourself suddenly release onto his fingers, his blue eyes piercing into yours, “Hmm that’s a good girl.” He whispered as he pulled his fingers out, pressing them against your lips, “Now come on.”

You wrapped your mouth against his fingers, licking them clean before he pulled them out with a pop. He reached up and untied your hands from above your head before laying next to you in the bed. “Was that what you wanted?” He asked, looking at you.

You slowly nodded, speechless as you felt your chest rise and fall while you breathed heavily. “I love you. And I just want you to be happy.” He whispered, caressing your face with his hand. You turned and looked into his eyes, “I’m sorry it won’t happen again.” You apologized.

“Never again?”

“Never again.”

[tealmaskmybeloved]

Toxic Consequences AU: Chapter 8

Regret

(As always, notes will be under the cut. Enjoy!)

Carmine was awoken by the sounds of Ogerpon wailing, and she immediately bolted up to check on the Pokémon. Scrambling out of the tent, Carmine saw Ogerpon frantically running up to her.

"Ogerpon, are you alright? What's wrong?" Carmine asked, hugging the ogre.

Ogerpon tried to explain the situation to Carmine, but they soon both realized that there was a language barrier between the two of them. Humans couldn't understand Ogerpon, unfortunately.

Despite that, Carmine did her best to reassure the Pokémon.

"Hey, it's okay. We can figure this out. Is it the Lousy 3 again?" She asked, noticing Ogerpon's shaking body.

Ogerpon went to the nearby tent and grabbed her Ivy Cudgel. With it, she drew a picture in the dirt.

Carmine watched with interest. While the drawing wasn't the best, she could understand the basics of what happened.

"So Kieran was taken by the Loyal 3 and got a Toxic Chain?" The girl asked. Ogerpon nodded.

"Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse.... if only I'd done something to help Kiki...." Carmine growled, clenching her fists. She felt like she failed as a sister. She didn't help her brother and only made things worse for him, and now he was taken by the Loyal 3!

"Florian, Juliana! Wake up! We got things to do! Kiki's been taken by the Lousy 3, and we're going to help him!"

The two exchange students woke up, with Juliana being more alert and Florian looking like he needs at least 2 cups of coffee.

Nonetheless, the twins packed up their stuff, ready to help.

"So where do we find Kieran?" Juliana asked, scared for Kieran.

"That's the thing, we don't know." Carmine sighed. She paced around a bit. Kitakami isn't that big of a region, but it's still dangerous, especially with the so-called Bloodmoon Beast roaming around.

"Wait that's it! He could be in the Timeless Woods! It's the only place I can think of besides the town, well, there's also the Paradise Barrens, Wistful Fields, Infernal Pass, Oni Mountain.... okay maybe there's a lot of places. How are we supposed to look for all of it?" Carmine sighed, clearly upset.

"Hey, don't worry. We can try 1 place at a time. We can split up to look for him faster." Florian suggested.

"Not a bad idea! Florian, use your Koraidon to look at Oni Mountain, I'll use my Miraidon to search the Infernal Pass, Carmine, you can search the Timeless Woods. Message us if you need anything." Juliana said, and with that, she hopped on her Miraidon and took off to the skies.

"That's Juliana as usual, always jumping to action." Florian sighed. "Anyways, do you want to take Ogerpon with you?"

"Oh! Uh, sure? She seems pretty attached to me, and you guys got to hang out with her a lot." Carmine responded, Ogerpon holding onto her leg.

"Alright, well I'm off." Florian declared, as he flew up on his Koraidon.

Carmine watched from below. She turned to look at Ogerpon.

"Guess it's just me and you now. Ready to find Kiki?"

Ogerpon nodded, and the two headed towards the Timeless Woods.

The woods were dark, and empty. Not a single other Pokémon could be found. The silence hung in the air like a thick fog. Odd, considering there was usually other Pokémon around, but this time it was silent.

Carmine and Ogerpon trekked through the forest, twigs and leaves snapping under their footsteps. Nervously, Carmine called out for her brother.

"Kiki! Are you here?! It's me, Carmine! Look, I'm sorry for how I was! I shouldn't have lied to you about Ogerpon!"

Silence.

Carmine grumbled in frustration. This was probably just a waste of time. She was about to turn back when she heard footsteps coming towards her.

Could it be?

"Kiki? Is that you?" Carmine called out again. The footsteps got louder, and a figure came into view, holding a camera.

It wasn't Kieran. Rather, it was a tall, lanky woman with blue shirt hair, holding a camera and wearing a short gray tank top and blue jeans. A Hisuian Growlithe followed behind, playfully jumping in the nearby leaves.

Carmine was disappointed. "Oh... sorry.... I thought you were my brother."

The woman chuckled. "No worries! I'm just out here looking for the Bloodmoon Beast."

"Hang on, the Bloodmoon Beast?! You're looking for it?" Carmine asked. Despite her disappointment, she was curious.

"Yep! I've been struggling with my career, so I was hoping this would fix it. Photography has kinda lost its spark to me, you know?"

Carmine wasn't sure how to respond. She was not expecting a life story.

"Oh, how silly of me to not introduce myself! My name is Perrin! I'm from Sinnoh!" She stuck her hand out for a shake.

Carmine reluctantly did so as well.

"The name's Carmine. You wouldn't happen to see my brother? He's about this tall, same haircut but shorter and is purple instead of orange."

Perrin shook her head. "Sorry, but no. If I do, I'll let you know."

"Thanks."

"Anyways, I've got to get going. Good luck with finding your brother!" Perrin said with a sincere smile before leaving, her Growlithe following behind.

Carmine sat down in the grass and leaves, Ogerpon sitting next to her.

".... You know, you would've liked Kieran a lot, Ogerpon. Sure he can be a bit... possessive, but he has a good heart."

Ogerpon looked up at Carmine, curious.

Carmine continued. "He was sweet and kind, and always a really shy kid. I remember dad always saying he had potential for something greater, but I never knew what he meant by that."

Ogerpon gave a small trill in response.

"See, Kiki never had any friends, at least until the twins came along... he wouldn't stop talking about them to our grandparents..."

Carmine trailed off.

"It's just.... when our folks died, I felt like I had to be the parent to Kiki, but I didn't even do that. I treated him poorly, always yelled at him, told him to go find someplace else to be.... no wonder he had all these issues. It was because of me."

Carmine started to get emotional.

"And now, I probably won't even get to see him again! If I'd just told him the truth about you, he wouldn't have been taken by the Lousy 3! If I'd done something right, then Kiki wouldn't be gone!"

Carmine buried her face in her arms. She could hear Ogerpon walking away.

Eventually, Carmine was nudged to look at something.

"Pon pon?"

Carmine lifted up her head to see Ogerpon holding out something. It was a handmade pendant, made of a rock and some string. It's similar to the one Ogerpon wore, except it was a bright blue instead of a pale orange.

"Is this... for me?" Carmine asked, reaching out to touch it.

Ogerpon nodded, and Carmine took the pendant and put it on. It felt nice, like it was made with a lot of care.

Carmine smiled back at the Pokémon.

"Thank you..." She said, tears in her eyes.

Carmine got up from the ground.

"We can't just sit around and mope, we got to find Kiki."  She declared, turning to Ogerpon with a small smile.

The two friends leave the Timeless Woods, unaware that they were being watched by a familiar peach Pokémon.

Dokutaro's POV

So it seems that Carmine still does care for Kieran, surprisingly.

Not that it matters. Kieran still believes the opposite. And I'll do nothing to dissuade it.

As for the Ogre.... I'll have to deal with her later. But not now... not in this body of mine.

YIPPIE NEW CHAPTER HERE GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS

Hmm I wonder what Dokutaro means by that last part hehehehehehe

Also I imagine that giving others special pendants is a sign of trust and companionship in Ogerpon's species.

Anyways, uh, feel free to reblog or send an ask if you have any questions or if you enjoyed it.

[worldofetria]

Example play of my new TTRPG: Realms

Soon to be released! It's a solo/duet journalling game with some dice mechanics mixed in, set in my world, Etria. It'll be available here: https://waufl.itch.io/realms

Let’s begin with a new character: 

I am Hani, a Shadow Walking Perfiler from Yengel with the power of fastened Accordance. I want to discover a cure for an ancient disease that plagues my town. I’ve travelled to Hodi as they’re known for hosting much of the world’s research.

Hani’s encounter stats look like this: Might 1, Stealth 3, Social 2, Survival 2, Crafting 2.

Hani has skills in placating natural animals; She worked on one of the only bio-farms in Yengel, the capital city. She looked after the animals and maintained their mechanically enhanced parts, upgrading and repairing them. She also has some ‘criminal’ contacts, as does everyone in Yengel; that’s how she managed to get within the walls of one of Hodi’s most high-tech cities. She’s got a higher-than-average amount of money, some night vision goggles and a smoke bomb she made herself.

As a Perfiler, she can fly under the radar of the Hodi authorities as a commoner of the ‘right’ race. Further,  she’s able to fly short distances and so can climb up towards the floating cities. Unfortunately, due to my build, she’s also quite fragile, which doesn’t always work out for her during interactions. 

Let’s start a session:

I roll 2d6 on the Starting Locations Table in the Hodi Roll Book; I roll a 6 (2+4); when I check the table, it says Hani is in a Ground-level City. I now must answer the question, “What brought you here?”

Hani: I’ve travelled from my podunk town in Yengel all the way to one of the most technologically advanced ground-cities in Hodi; I’m going to try to be a scientist so I can learn from the best.

Since Hani is level 1, she has 15 interaction points, so I should draw 3 scene cards. So I draw three black cards and check the Exploration Scenes Table. I drew: A forgotten library, a blueprint, and rural farmland. I note each one on an index card. I like all of them, so I choose not to gain a story complication by swapping them. I decide the order will be: Rural Farmland, Blueprint, then forgotten library.

I draw descriptor cards from the red card pile: Controversial, windy and quivering, and I assign them as follows. The rural farmland is controversial, the blueprint is windy, and the forgotten library is quivering. I decide the forgotten library will have the encounter, and then I start to tell the story, ensuring each question is answered within the narrative.

Hani: Walking towards the city, I pass large tracts of genetically modified plant farmland. This is a city known for advances in bio-synthesis and new plant matter. The farmland I pass is being used to grow enchanted tree-bark limbs designed to replace the rotting limbs of the more ancient Goedler. As I continue winding my way through the fields towards the capital, something traps and tangles my leg. I glance down to discover quite a large piece of paper tangled and spread across my ankle. Picking it up, I notice it’s some kind of map with a detailed sketch of a particular building and all of its exits and entrances. Looking closer, I can see that the map on the back shows a building in a district one street over. The paper seems to be a blueprint for a municipal building; I turn determined to return the blueprint to its building and owner.

As I near the next district, the building I’m looking for comes into sight. It is tall and gangly, looking as if it’s shivering in the cold. Getting closer to the building, I can see that it is an old library, no longer visited, judging by the number of cobwebs around. I decide to take a further look; maybe there’s a book here that will have information on the plague I’m trying to treat. So, I enter the building and begin my search.

At this point, it’s time for an encounter! 

I set the encounter type by rolling 1d6, I roll a 6, so I decide to just go with a stealth encounter. Now I’ve got to state a goal for Hani: She wants to find a book related to the cure for the strange plague in her home town. Her adversary will be the library itself and its countless shelves that look untidy, books are also strewn about, and there doesn’t seem to be any sort of index. As Hani is at level 1 and does not have difficulty searching for books, her adversary will have 3 dice rounds.

 I roll 3 dice because Hani has 3 stealth dots filled in as an encounter stat, and she does not have any relevant skills; I get 2, 6 and 1. I assign them as follows: 2 - tool, 6 - magic, 1 - buffer, then change them to match the action effects so that I now have a tool at 3, magic at 6, and buffer at 3. (Resolve the Encounter, Steps 1-2)

Hani: I’m sure non one’ll miss a book or two. I better keep quiet, though; I don’t want to annoy any peasants who could somehow know a high-ranking science official.

Now I roll 1d6 for my adversary, they roll a 3, and I counter their roll with my buffer at 3. I don’t lose any interaction points, but I also don’t gain a success, and that is 1 out of 3 rounds done. I move my buffer dice roll into my used dice section. (Resolve the Encounter, Steps 3-6)

Hani: I begin my search at what looks to be the old librarian’s desk. Hopefully, there’ll be something useful there. As I shuffle the numerous papers and push aside several books, my glove snags on something hidden underneath the piles. Pulling my hand back, I see a tear in my lovely new gloves and notice that I probably would be bleeding right now if I hadn’t been wearing them. I thank the gloves for their sacrifice and make a mental note to buy some new ones.

I roll 1d6 for my adversary in the second dice round, they roll a 4, and I counter with my magic at 6. I have a higher number, so I gain a success. I currently have 1 out of 2 successes needed to win. I move the magic roll into the used dice section.

Hani: Searching here is getting me nowhere. I decide to try and do some according. Standing from where I crouched near the desk, I locate a bookcase that looks like it might have held medical books once. Closing my eyes, I take a moment to rub the surface of the bookshelf and, using the vibrations created, I focus on guiding the small amount of energy generated towards the books I’m searching for. With my eyes closed, the vibrations guide me forwards, and I follow, stepping over books and piles of papers whilst keeping my grip on the bookcase. When the vibrations and thrum of energy stop, I open my eyes. I am standing before a bookshelf with a plaque that reads “Medical Domain”.

I roll again for my adversary, and they roll a 1. I counter with my tool at 2. I have a higher roll, so I gain another success. I have done 3 dice rounds, so the encounter is over; I had 2 out of 3 successes, so I win the encounter. I mark a win on my win counter, then I decide what Hani managed to gain and describe the final round:

Hani: I notice most books here are in a non-standard Iigran dialect. I take out my pocketbook dictionary containing quick translations. As I go down the row of books, comparing each name to my book of translations, I finally come across a book about plagues. This should help me start to identify what’s going on with my people! I pick up the book and make my way outside for some fresh air.

As I already had an item in mind for Hani to get, I didn’t need or want to roll on the Valuables Table to generate a random item. I proceed to the level-up check; I haven’t got 10 wins, so I can’t level up yet. That’s the end of this chapter, and it’s time to start a new one.

[thecharmingknightemma]

Emma at the BuyMore - Chuck (a reminder for myself)

since I'm writing in a Chuck universe too and have a more specific backstory to make her fit in with most characters, I want to write some notes here for Chuck rpers (though I already have a different ‘went to high school together’ plot with a Chuck, but there Emma’s story is almost the same) but also for myself, which is: -general Beckman already got in contact with Emma before, her bounty hunter job making her see/hear too much by accident. The NSA couldn't make her disappear, she's too well known (rich family, in charge of a hospital at least financially, involved in too many charity organizations) so it was more convenient to make her more of an asset, since she isn't spy material but she can 1) fight well 2) given what she has proved in the past, be trusted with some specific assignments and to keep quiet 3) help them through her many contacts, lots of 'persuasion' power there

-they use her sometimes for missions that aren't too high profile/classified

-there is a new enemy in the Chuck universe that is stealing/recruiting assets from spy organizations and people who could be but are lost and easily manipulated

-she ends up colliding with Chuck or Morgan or someone else who knows about Chuck and once again hears too much (to justify why she's interacting with members of the team often enough for us to write threads) and/or the team is fighting an enemy she can truly help against. She's no killer, she's no liar, she's no 'detached spy who can put the mission before people' BUT she's someone who can absolutely convince the high risk assets they are losing to the enemy that they can come back from it, that they can make better choices. Basically instead of immediately killing people who are useful but are getting manipulated or forced to follow the bad guys, they try to recuperate them. She's not the best fighter they have, or the best anything, really, but she can definitely hold her own and more importantly she can make people want to take a chance which is very needed now.

-bonus if needed: Regina, her step-grandmother, could have been an important member of the Ring and have other people involved as well, so Emma is personally involved and motivated when it comes to stopping them, even if it means having to give less time to her other jobs and the people she normally helps to stop a greater threat, and Beckman is more motivated to trust her because Emma is the person who landed Regina in jail years before

note: everything can be changed depending on the other Chuck rper involved in these plots and what they don't think would work for their muse. if her abusive ex boyfriend isn’t a trigger for the other rper that can also become a plot point and make more things happen because Emma has been hunting him down for years 

note2: Emma is really enjoying working at BuyMore and think Jeffster are funny, would absolutely adore team Bartowski if they are written like in canon, including obviously Morgan and Chuck's entire family because why wouldn't she? She also fits well with the other employs because she's dumb as hell when it comes to challenges and doing 'funny things', and can use her bailsbond person job to justify bruises and weapons 

[craomy]

The Little Mermaid! Azul Ashengrotto x Yuu (Part 2/3)

Prompt:  The story follows a plotline similar to The Little Mermaid. Down in the depths of the Kingdom of Atlantica, Yuu is known as the treasured daughter of the Sea King. Azul has disguised himself as Vance (Like Vanessa in the movie) in order to strike a deal with Prince Elias (Prince Eric) on a traveling ship as a human and Yuu is captivated. When the ship gets caught in a terrible storm, Yuu saves Azul and he’s unable to get her singing voice out of his head but doesn’t know who it is. When Yuu comes to Azul for a contract for her to become a human, he doesn’t realize that she was the one who saved him until after she obtains her legs. Now it’s up to Azul to come up with a plan to stop a romance caused by a misunderstanding.  

Author’s Note: This story has a total of around 18k words, so I thought it would be easier to read if I broke it up into three parts.

Part 1: Here!

Part 2: You’re reading it :)

Part 3: Here!

            It was the second day, and the light flooded through the windows of Yuu’s room. Oh, how amazing it would be to wake up like this every day. Grim was snoring bubbles from his nose until a loud slam came from the entrance of the bedroom door. Yuu had sat up, alarmed, but now awake.

            “Good morning, honey! Today Prince Elias is going to show you around the town! What a lovely turn of events that he had brought in a lovely girl such as yourself. There has been some news going around that you’ve got your heart set on the prince. Ahh, young love.” One of the maids chimed merrily, causing Yuu to jolt out of bed and shake her head no to the maid. The maid on the other hand took this as a sign of shyness or embarrassment, laughing at how the young girl had denied it.

            “Don’t worry, dearie. I’ll have you dressed up and look extra pretty so that every man in the kingdom will fall for you. I heard especially that this young bachelor named Vance has been preparing the town to be even livelier than it was before. All for you and Prince Elias!” the woman cheered. Yuu began to clap and clasp her hand joyously after hearing Vance’s name. This is her chance to meet him! The girl scooped Grim into his arms and twirled around.

            As Yuu and Grim traveled by carriage with Prince Elias to the town, the girl couldn’t help but admire everything that she saw. Prince Elias on the other hand had thought about how easy it was for her to be impressed. How will he begin to make her fall for him? Why is it that she is ignoring his advances of getting closer? Maybe he could ask Vance to pull some strings for him.

            Nearing the town, Yuu and Prince Elias stepped off of the carriage together to find someone that the prince was looking for. Grim kept a close eye from a distance, trying to find the human that his friend had sought. In the distance, there were two tall men with short-cut teal hair and another with the same descriptions as Yuu’s dream gentleman.

            As the trio had made their way to Yuu and Prince Elias, Yuu had set her eyes on the man she traded her voice for. Now that she was able to have a better look at the man in the light, he seemed awfully similar to someone she knew. Azul in disguise had worn his signature business smile when saying hello and greeting the prince with a tip of his hat.

            “Morning, Vance! Glad to see that you’ve prepared the town for me and my partner today. Apparently, she was shipwrecked and she cannot speak, haha.” The prince grinned, showing the girl off to Azul. Ignoring the comment about her being his partner, he averted his attention to the gem next to the prince.

            There she was.

            Standing and staring at Azul, it was as if she wanted to tell him something despite not being able to say a single word. The gentleman ignored the prince as he made his way to seize Yuu’s free hand to gently press a chaste kiss upon the back of it, causing the girl to blush at the sudden touch. He maintained eye contact throughout the gesture without breaking the magic.

            “It’s a pleasure to meet you, darling.” He lifted his head and smiled. Prince Elias’ face showed hints of jealousy and maybe even a little bit of inferiority that with all of his attempts to woo this maiden, he hadn’t been able to receive a reaction like that. Azul smirked to himself, putting himself between Yuu and Prince Elias as a way to create distance between the girl and the womanizer.

            “Hey, what are you doing to her in front of me?!” Prince Elias barked.

            “Why, whatever do you mean? I must show my manners, should I not? Every lady should be treated like they are royalty.” Azul hinted, giving a mischievous smile to his competitor.

              Sure, Prince Elias may appear stronger, taller, and maybe fit the picture definition of prince charming, but Azul was far more capable of treating Yuu better. Azul has thought of many possibilities and took extra preparation for this event in town in less than a day. He invited townsfolk who could provide the best entertainment, ensured that the shopkeepers could sell their best and freshest of pastries, tasked men to clean any waste that may linger in the central plaza of the town, and gathered a crowd of musicians who could perform and set the mood on this very occasion.

            Azul acted on his own accord after receiving a very broad order from the prince and took matters into his own hands to make this human experience like no other for Yuu. Why would he go this far? It’s because Yuu was his client, of course. It’s not like he liked Yuu or anything. It’s not like every time he met his eyes with Yuu, he felt as if she had stared into every nook and cranny of his soul, wondering if there was more to this surface-level facade (though he does notice that he tenses up when she does). It’s not like Yuu’s determination to meet the man she saw on land was a courageous and commendable act that had flattered Azul, although she was prepared to lose everything that may have mattered to her under the sea just for the mere possibility of his appearance. No, of course not. Why would Azul ever do that for her? This is all for the sake of obtaining Atlantica (and maybe obtaining her father’s blessing), nothing more, nothing less.

            Azul became sidetracked for a brief moment but then remembered what he needed to do next. His eyes darted to the twins, sending a signal for their next move. Floyd and Jade left the scene to begin their plan of distracting Prince Elias.

            “Whaat?! The Princess of Glowerhaven is pregnant… with Prince Elias being the father?!” Floyd dramatically hollered, throwing flyers around in town and catching the attention of some individuals. The prince was shocked, turning his head in the direction of the news.

            “What? Who is saying that nonsense?!” The man had been quick to direct his attention to the root of the rumors.

            Jade wore a hood and approached the prince, “Look, that man who is slandering you is getting away on horseback! You must catch this man so we can clear your name and of this scandal,” and pointed in the direction of getting out of town. Prince Elias had turned to Yuu and wanted to prioritize this matter over spending time with her.

            “I’ll be back, stay in place here. Vance, take care of her when I’m gone!” the prince had gotten into the carriage once more and started the horse.

            Azul had bowed politely, “Oh I’ll take care of her, alright,” under his breath. This half-wit was much too easy to fool.

            Yuu had watched the whole scene unfold in front of her and it was obvious that the charming gentleman did all of this on purpose. For her.

            “Oh, what a shame that Prince Elias won’t be able to escort you. In the meantime, would you like to take a stroll and see the wonders of the city?” Azul questioned. Yuu had nodded yes excitedly. “Ah, yes, you can’t speak. Well, if you need anything please tug on me.” She stood next to him and eagerly looked at him as if she were saying ‘I’m ready to go!’

            “Wonderful. Now, the first place we’ll go to is—!” Yuu interrupted Azul’s dialogue and grabbed his wrist, already taking the lead. Thrown off guard, Azul yelped as the princess eagerly pulled him with her. 

            Yuu’s mouth gaped open at the sight before her. The town was bustling with so many people and various animals. She pointed at the flock of chickens and looked at Azul as if she were waiting for him to explain what it is. Amused at how she can easily be excited over mundane things, he almost let out a chuckle at her vast curiosity. “As you can see, these are known as chi– Woah!” …And she dragged him off to somewhere else, again. 

            The next thing that she pointed at was a puppet show. Azul adjusted his circle glasses, “This is a type of performance where they tell their stories through p–” Yuu pulled the puppet straight off of the worker’s hand and was surprised that it stopped moving. “My dear, we don’t do that!” 

            This happened almost every time when Azul was about to enlighten Yuu with these new things, and each time she would always drag him somewhere else with their hands interlocked. This fuzzy feeling in his chest wouldn’t go away, and it’s obvious why. This made him wonder: Did she also feel the same way? Or is it because she’s enamored with this new experience of this different world? Only time will tell.

            “Free ice cream! Here, some ice cream for you two.” Floyd, disguised as a simple townsman, handed the two cones of ice cream to Yuu and Azul. Free? He was supposed to be selling them!

            Azul flashed his business smile, “Thank you very much.” While Yuu was distracted by the delicious treat, Azul leaned forward to Floyd, “I’m taking this out of your pay.” 

            “Aww, what?” the former eel sulked as his boss dragged Yuu away from the ice cream stand.

            Relishing the ice cream, the princess didn’t realize that she got some on her nose. Taking out his handkerchief, Azul reached out to Yuu’s face. “Pardon me, but you have some ice cream on your nose.” She gave a bashful smile as he gently cleaned her face. 

            He noticed that their faces were closer than he thought, and debated whether he should kiss her or not. However, he didn’t feel that the time was right, so he promptly pulled himself away from her. It didn’t seem that she noticed, but the flustered look on her face had given it away. Oh, how precious she looked in front of him. Eyes darting away from the man in front of her, she turned her attention to the melody that roused her interest.

            Yuu had pointed to the musicians who were playing to the rhythm of the dancers. She had gently tugged on Azul’s sleeve to insist that they should do this activity next.

            “Dancing? I apologize, darling, but I can’t possibly dance.” The gentleman admitted while laughing a bit nervously, but that didn’t stop Yuu from pulling Azul closer to him to the circle anyway. His face flushed at the sight of Yuu bravely interlocking fingers in one hand and placing his other hand around her very own waist. Azul could feel his face glow with a rosy tint, despite them already being in a similar set of circumstances when he was teaching her how to walk. Now, Yuu was taking the initiative and teaching him how to dance. Oh, how the tables have turned.

            It was one foot after the other. His eyes focused on his feet while his heart was focused on Yuu. After a few steps, in the beginning, Azul’s tense body had begun to ease up a little. Instead of looking down at the ground to focus on the next steps, he could only look fixedly at Yuu, who was incapable of containing her jubilant smile. Azul couldn’t help but lean more into the motion of their waltz, mesmerized by the soft touches, the colorful atmosphere, leaving only his senses to drown out the outside commotion. The spotlight was on Yuu, and it was a show he wouldn’t dare to miss for the world. For every second they spent with each other, she only seemed to become more radiant with every glancing look.

            Azul softly smiled. Feeling immersed in this false persona of his, he thought he might as well enjoy every fleeting moment in the present. He took her hand and lifted his own above her head to allow her to twirl in her flowy dress, earning the motion of giggling on her part. At least this time, she didn’t fall over. The Sea Sorcerer on the other hand realized he was utterly smitten with the girl. Acting as Vance was all a part of his plan to get the prince away from his pearl, but something tells him that maybe this frontage allowed Azul to pour unspoken fragments of himself into the picture. He could no longer see the girl as just the Princess of Atlantica, or as the treasured daughter of the Sea King. He could only see Yuu for who she is. Her passion for the world, her endearing curiosity, her tender touches, and how she didn’t seem bothered to be in his presence. At least in the presence of Vance, that is. Would she accept Azul Ashengrotto for who he is?

            The music had lulled to an end. Grim watched from the side, grinning and glad that things are working out for Yuu. In the corners of his eyes, he saw the twin henchmen that had initially followed Vance’s orders and became a bit curious about what they were up to. He could sense some familiarity with them somehow. 

            Floyd and Jade could already assume that Azul’s got his heart set on the princess and couldn’t bother to stop him. All of this just seemed so interesting from an outsider’s point of view. Who would’ve guessed that the cunning Sea Sorcerer would fall in love with the little mermaid?

              Suddenly, Prince Elias returned to the scene. Azul’s eyes widened, his gentle grip on Yuu’s wrist tightening a little. The girl noticed this and caressed Azul’s hand back in reassurance. The gentleman wished he could melt into the soothing touch, but he must make sure that Prince Elias couldn’t bother the both of them.

            “It seems that our stroll in the town must come to an end. Come, darling, we must take our leave.” He took Yuu to swiftly flee from the prince’s line of sight. The girl was a bit confused but didn’t mind following the gentleman’s lead. She truly appreciated the things he put a lot of thought into.

            They both quickly hopped into a carriage, presumably Prince Elias’, and Azul grabbed a hold of the reins of the horse, only to realize he’s never done this before. Prince Elias pushed and made his way through the crowd, coming near the carriage all until Yuu scooted over and had stolen the reins from Azul’s grasp. She smirked as she cracked the reins, causing the horse to trot faster than it should’ve, causing Azul to jolt inside of the cart and leaving Prince Elias to eat dust. 

            Azul panicked, “Are you sure about this?!” and the princess gave him a smirk brimming with confidence. Considering that she has never done this before, he would have felt reassured if it weren’t for the cliff up ahead.

            She was excited.

            He was deathly afraid.

            In mid-air, the two could feel that the horse and the cart were no longer touching the ground and had successfully landed with a loud thud on the other side. The adrenaline that was spiking within the both of them had begun to die down after the first few seconds of their romantic getaway, Azul rose slowly from the seat to see that they were at a safe distance and not dead. Yuu motioned her silent laughter at the way Azul had quickly become disheveled, causing him to correct his posture in an attempt to regain his composure. Yuu can be really playful when she can be, huh?

            The serene atmosphere of the lagoon was just the right place to end the day. It was now dusk, and only Yuu and Azul’s rowing of the oars interrupted the tranquil waters. Floyd and Jade had been watching carefully within the pond, following Azul’s orders of making sure no one interrupted their quiet time. Grim was panting, so exhausted that he had to run to the outskirts of town to catch up with Yuu. He wasn’t able to do much but give a supportive look on the sidelines when Yuu occasionally looked away from Azul.

            There’s been the same matter that’s been pressing into Azul’s conscious, debating whether or not he should continue to follow through with his original schemes. At first, he thought he had Yuu wrapped around his finger but at this point, it’s been the other way around. Was he a fool for deceiving this sweet girl? He thought that his revenge on the people of Atlantica was much stronger than these newly blossomed feelings. He’d been planning meticulously and ran through many plots and ploys for what he’d do to those who ridiculed him as a child. He never forgot the sight of those who mocked, bullied, and isolated him. He’d gone through all of this trouble to make sure that she didn’t fall for the prince and that the contract would win in his favor. The problem now is…

            I really want to kiss her, he scowled at himself, almost as if he wanted to strangle his previous self for making the terms of the contract have such limitations. What is he going to do? Should he confess the truth now, hoping for Yuu to embrace this shocking fact with open arms? No! That’s far too risky! If he does kiss the girl, would Azul continue to pretend to be Vance and meet her on land? A lie like that is bound to get figured out in no time. This is hopeless. He doesn’t have the courage to come out clean with this. All of it is too great of a situation to easily be explained with words.

            The rowing had stopped and Azul couldn’t look at Yuu. A bit lost in his sentiments, he could only imagine the disappointment Yuu would be once she finds out… the truth.

            “Darling,” Azul slowly took Yuu’s hand into his and studied her facial expressions. At this very moment, she noticed how he seemed more vulnerable and sentimental with her.

            “Hypothetically speaking, let’s say– if I had more than four limbs and had the complexion of a conniving entrepreneur– as a random, non-specific example… Would you still enjoy my company?” Azul honestly asked, a bit embarrassed about the sudden out-of-the-blue inquiry. Yuu paused for a moment to register what was said, wearing an expression of light-hearted amusement. She settled her hand over his own and moved his hand to his heart. This gesture touched him. If only he could hear her verbally say it. In the breast pocket of his coat, the nautilus shell that held Yuu’s voice was still there, silently sitting, maybe even mocking Azul to remind him of how deceitful he can be.

            Yuu, however, had only looked at him earnestly. She could feel Azul rub his thumb over her finger as if asking for permission to continue to hold her ethereal presence. The glow of the fireflies continues to catch glimpses of the sight of the two.

            “Listen, darling. I’m afraid I must confess that I’m not the man you think I may be.” Azul continued to hold one of Yuu’s hands against his chest, hoping that she would listen to how erratic his heartbeat was, and so that she could somehow read his mind and maybe even notice his lie was becoming unbearable for him to contain. She could feel the warmth underneath his attire and the rhythmic symphony that was being orchestrated within his ribcage. Too consumed in the moment, Azul felt himself inching closer to the girl, too lost and too deeply enamored with this comfortable and blissful sight. He looked at her warmly, but resolutely.

            “Darling, my heart is so full of you that I can hardly call it my own.” He lowered his voice, his watchful eyes darting from Yuu’s eyes to her lips, slowly cupping her soft cheek in his hands.

            Is it alright for him to be this happy?

            “I…” Azul’s voice lowered. She sensed that he is about to say something important and her heart began to flutter. 

            The distance between them began to close in on one another, her eyes locked in and entranced, as well as his only ever looking at hers. Yuu’s hand had slightly grazed over Azul’s breast pocket, suddenly sending Azul back to his senses of what he was doing. His conflict with himself was strong, but his desire for her to just be happy was stronger. His eyes widened, his arm instinctively leaning behind him, only to realize his hand was no longer perched on the boat. The boat had come to an imbalance, causing the both of them to tip over and plunge into the waters.

            Azul cursed himself. He can’t afford to be so greedy. Oh, and now they’re both drenched from the water. Sevens sake, he’s done it now…

            He sat up, his hat floating away and his suave performance now at a best of three out of ten at most. He feared to see the look on Yuu’s face. Would she be disgusted? Repulsed? For a moment he wanted to crawl back into his octopus pot and hide away forever.

            Another splash of water met his face and he had to blink twice to process what happened. Yuu smiled, finally catching his attention. She wanted to distract him from whatever doubts he may have in his head. Paddling closer to Azul, she picked up the wet hat that was floating away and planted it on top of Azul’s head. It was all soaked and still had water dripping from it, which caused him to let out a laugh.

            “Pfft. What is this? Are you consoling me, splashing me around, and playing around like an Angelfish?” Azul broke out and laughed again. The girl nodded, coming closer to fix his attire to the best of her abilities. The hat that sat on top of Azul’s head had covered too much of his eyesight, so Yuu had gently pushed her fingers through his hair and adjusted his glasses that had half fallen down from the bridge of his nose. For a second, Azul thought she was going to try giving him a kiss once more when her hands brushed against his cheek, only to find out that she had quickly pulled down his hat to cover his whole face, blocking his sight. 

            “Wha–?! You mischievous girl!” Azul bellowed, quickly fixing his accessories and splashing a wave of water back to the princess. Even after the romantic atmosphere dissipated into an awkward situation, Yuu managed to cheer up the Sea Sorcerer.

            Rising from the water, Azul took off his coat and placed it on the girl’s shoulders, despite it all being wet and defeating the purpose of “keeping her warm.” She couldn’t help but silently laugh at how adorable he could be. Sure, the date in town was really nice, especially how he did everything for her sake, as well as this romantic boat ride with the moon shining at its brightest, but it seemed like Azul was hiding behind what he wished he could be. 

            His planning was not all for naught, for it truly did continue to draw Yuu closer to him. What mattered more was that she felt blessed to be by his side, and that was enough to make Azul realize that she was a bright flower that heartened him to write, how she would glow in the darkest of times, as if she had invaded his mind through the day and through the night, almost incomparable to a sanctuary, becoming most unreal, beamy and dreamy, as if she were as fleeting like the snow chills of the berries of January and wintertime in the light Hajime, willing to set the blaze for her passionate eyes, lips and smile, thinking of her creamy lips and how they fill his days, his affections most like a gleamy argyll.

            In short, frankly, to put it plainly, honestly, saying it without reservation, at that moment, Azul had fallen head over heels for her. He had fallen in love, and he couldn’t possibly lie to someone he loved.

            It was dark out. Floyd and Jade did a good job of diverting Prince Elias’ attention while Yuu and Azul were walking back to the castle. Grim was also busy making sure Prince Elias was annoyed throughout the entire day by leading him in the wrong direction and peeing on his boots. In a way, Floyd, Jade, and Grim had a hate club for the prince who has no idea why the odds are conspiring against him.

            Yuu walked with her hands behind her back, still with Azul’s coat over her shoulders. The Sea Sorcerer walked beside her, taking in the peaceful silence as a good sign. Today was a successful day. Although it tortures him inside that he cannot kiss her, else she’d remain human, he can still be thankful for the things he never thought he’d ever experience. Yuu had tugged on the gentleman’s sleeve, earning his attention to be set on her. Well, how could he not? Yuu was radiant under the moon’s glow and captivating in almost every way. She wanted to show her gratitude for how nicely he’s treated her by picking up a seashell from the shore and placing it in his palm.

            Azul was touched by the gift, “Is this compensation for pulling my hat down over my head?” he chuckled, and Yuu was looking away in a bashful manner. She was feeling a bit shyer now, not as brave as she was earlier. He smirked, taking this as an opportunity for payback.

            He suddenly swept Yuu off of the ground, earning a panicked gesture of surprise from the girl who now had to hold around Azul’s neck to not fall over. Yuu looked into Azul’s now devious eyes as the man began to walk from the sandy shore to the shallow water of the ocean. Holding her in his arms was a bold thing, even for him to do. He doesn’t have arm strength as he would in his octopus-merform, but he was enjoying Yuu’s playful distress as she shifted in his hold. He spun her around a couple of times and the smile on her face never faded.

            “Darling, I’m afraid that my arms are starting to give up on me. I must resort to letting go of you above the water.” Azul teased in a dramatic tone, slowly lowering her to the sea until she retaliated by snatching his glasses off of his face.

            “Ah! Do you know what kind of position you’re in?! If you keep moving we might fall again!” Azul became alarmed at his lack of equilibrium and stumbled backward into the shallower parts of the beach. He gave a sigh of relief as he kept Yuu just barely above the water, still carrying her in his grasp. 

            She held in her laughter and Azul sat on the sand, showing a not-as-impressed look. “You must think this is funny, hmm? Darling, I’ll have you know that I’ve–“ Azul paused momentarily, feeling Yuu’s arms suddenly wrapping themselves around his torso for a hug. Her head was just below his chin and she closed her eyes for this moment. Azul’s face heated up, maybe his glasses fogging up a little, his hands a bit awkward and unsure of where to place them or where they should go. In the end, he had one hand behind her head and the other one on her lower back. After a few seconds of the hug, Azul released the tension in his shoulders and relaxed into this position. He stroked her hair slowly.

            She really has fallen for… Vance. Again, these thoughts keep rolling through his consciousness of playing a part in this large misunderstanding. After all, the man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.

            Yuu felt so comfortable on the other hand. Everything just felt so right with him. She wants to do everything she can to be with this human, but after observing the gentleman and seeing that he wants everything to be perfect at the moment, maybe she could kiss him tomorrow instead. Pulling away from his chest, she looked at Azul with determined eyes.

            “My dearest, there’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you. It’s a very crucial part of my character, you see, so I believe it would be best if we could meet up tomorrow before the sunset on this distant shore once again.” The Sea Sorcerer looked down, feeling vulnerable but comfortable with how Yuu was holding his heart.

            “I wish that you wouldn’t become afraid of what I truly am. My past is full of things I’m not proud to admit to you and you deserve to know the truth. Maybe then, you’ll realize how imperfect of a man I am.” Azul began to doubt himself as he continued talking. Yuu furrowed her eyebrows and grabbed a hold of Azul’s cheeks in her hands as if to tell him that he is wrong to fall insecure because of his past. She couldn’t communicate with him through words, but her actions were enough to convey her message to allow Azul to feel at peace again.

            “Ahh… darling, I-I’m not sure if I deserve you.” Azul felt forgiven, that all of his past deeds could be something he can walk freely away from, that what was plaguing him would disappear in thin air every time he was with Yuu. He wished he could cry in Yuu’s arms right now. How can one be so… loving? He can only feel more guilty by the minute for not telling the truth.

            The girl just felt so safe with him. Every moment she spent with him, she just felt free to be doing what she wished. There were no royal attendants to bicker with her about her tardiness or a mermaid tail that could prevent her from standing up on her own. Coming up on land was more than just wanting to be by his side. It was to discover more about her curiosities and passions, all of which had been up in the human world. She wanted to dance, walk down the street, find out more about human culture, and Azul had been the one who had wholeheartedly shown all of that to her.

            Yuu brought Azul’s face closer to hers and she gently pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Withdrawing backward, she saw Azul’s blank expression, or maybe a contortion of elation, ease, surprise, and bashfulness all at once. 

            She stood up, taking Azul’s hands to stand up as well. The princess had placed a hand over her heart and then moved that same hand over his. The Sea Sorcerer was astonished still, not able to say a single word after the forehead kiss. She motioned a giggle before waving goodbye to the gentleman, walking back to the castle on her own.

            Azul was still registering what had happened.

            She kissed him.

            She kissed him!

            She kissed him! She kissed him! She kissed him!

            Sure it wasn’t on the lips, but a kiss is a kiss! He pulled out the contract to see that it was still ongoing and sighed in relief. He didn’t want her to remain human permanently. But if the kiss didn’t transform her, did that mean that she didn’t kiss him out of true love? No, it must be because it wasn’t on the lips! After all, the agreement is dependent on the other party to be valid and meet the conditions. Azul won’t let himself doubt her genuine intentions. He is going to prepare everything for tomorrow, he’s confident of it!

            Yuu made her way and walked into the entrance of the castle. There seemed to be a crowd of guests inside, seeing that the dining hall of the castle was emitting a soft illumination. She wondered what the occasion may have been for, seeing so many unfamiliar humans in one place. The girl clutched onto the coat that Azul had draped over her shoulders and smiled, remembering all of the precious time she spent with him.

            Prince Elias appeared in one of the corridors, surprised that she was walking in the castle looking like she had fallen into the water.

            “I tried looking for you everywhere! For a moment I thought that Vance guy would do something sketchy to you, but it’s a good thing that you’ve come back safely.” The prince had scratched the back of his head and his eyes darted at the familiar coat, assuming that it was Vance’s. The man saw that his acquaintance was finally able to open up to a woman and his eyes softened for a bit. Perhaps he really didn’t need to take this maiden all for himself. He remembered how on the ship he had asked Vance about what he thought about love and is glad that over a short period of time he had been able to experience something like that. Prince Elias put a hand on Yuu’s shoulder.

            “I’m glad that you and Vance had a good time together. Let me help you with your coat and you can return to your room.” Prince Elias thought about giving up his dream girl, thinking that imposing this role on Yuu wasn’t going to help solve his problems. As the girl slid off her coat, Prince Elias lifted it off of her shoulders and waved goodnight to her. He felt an irregular object in the breast pocket of the coat and furrowed his eyebrows. Picking up the object, he saw that it was a glowing nautilus shell.

            “What a strange item…” Prince Elias studied it for a moment, looking deeper into its lustrous shine. As he held onto it in his hands, a whirl of light swirled from the nautilus shell. He could hear a beautiful voice singing and another voice echoing inside of it.

            “So this is Yuu, the daughter of the Sea King? The rumored headstrong and lovesick girl?”

            “She would be loveliest of them all. This is a little bit too easy for me, Floyd, and Jade.”

            “Now, then, the reason you’re here today is that you’ve fallen in love with a human. He must be a catch if he’s piqued your interest.”

            “You’ve got yourself an appetite for the unknown. Instead of a wager, how about we make a deal, yes?”

            “They don’t call me Azul Ashengrotto for nothing.”

            “Listen to this darling, I will make you a potion that will turn you into a human for three days. Three and only three days,”

            “Before the sun sets on the third day, you’ve got to have this human fall in love with you.” 

            “If he does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day, you’ll remain human permanently.”

            “But if he doesn’t, you’ll turn back into a mermaid…”

            “What I want from you is… your voice.”

            “It’s a deal!” 

            “the human that she fell in love with was…me.”

            Oh.

            Oh?

            Now, this is a shocking revelation…

            Prince Elias held onto the nautilus shell and tightened it in his hand. It seems like Vance has ulterior motives of his own! At first, he thought he could leave the two of them because they seemed to enjoy each other’s company but all of the foundations of their relationship had been built on a lie! He needed to take action. He needed to save her. There’s no way she would fall in love with a phony man like him!

            “Maybe the celebration will happen.”

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okay thank god, i’ve searched everywhere for someone to write for morticia xx

so maybe larissa, y/n, and morticia is having dinner (whenever you want) and y/n gets a little “handsy ;))” underneath the table and teases morticia.. the rest is up to you! thanks so much <3333

Hello my lovely anon! I have given this my best shot I hope it’s to your liking <3

Little brat 18+

*Authors note~ first attempted at writing for Morticia Addams. But I fell in love with this prompt so I had to give it a shot. Requests are coming it’s just taking a little longer to get through them*

Trigger warning ~ teasing, semi public sex? , clit play, dom/sub tones implied

Prompt~ see ask

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You knew why you had agreed to this dinner. Larissa and Morticia were roommates at Nevermore before you and Tish had even met. So it was only natural that they wished to catch up and you as Morticia’s wife were included in that offer. Now you had no issue with Larissa, she was charming and very sweet but you would be lying if you said you didn’t have other desires for the night. Desires that certainly did not involve the tall blonde and public spaces. Very carnal desires that only flared from a simmering fire to an inferno when you saw your wife’s outfit for the night.

There she stood in all her elegant beauty and grace In her tight fitting floor length black dress. Her beautifully pale skin that could rival the moonlight on the darkest of nights was a stunning juxtaposition with her dress. Her long raven hair finishing her look adding to her ravishing appearance. You couldn’t help but stare, truly it should be illegal for someone to be as stunning as she was. “Close your mouth mon amour you’ll catch flys” she taunted loving how you reacted to her, it filled her with an immense amount of pride to know that you desired her. So much so it seemed your brain and body forgot how to work in tandem leaving you gaping like a fish for a solid minute or two.

Honestly you’d lie if you said you remember the journey from your home to now being seated at a table in the restaurant. You and Morticia were sat side by side while Larissa sat in front of Morticia. You couldn’t help but chuckle internally about what an awkward love triangle this must appear to others as. Your wife and her friend were having a good old catch up over the last few months since they last got together and really you did try to pay attention to what they said. Honest. But when you accidentally knocked Mortica’s leg and her dress slipped slightly exposing her pale thigh to your eager eyes. That was then your thoughts began to race. Replaying the very intimate moments you’d spent with those deliciously sinful thighs wrapped around your head as your tongue just lapped up her essence… fuck. You had now completely ruined your underwear with those thoughts.

Larissa was well aware of the dynamics of your relationship which is why it didn’t really bother her is she noticed that her friend seemed to be a bit dominant over you in public. Larissa knew it was all consented to and there was calls and signals to call it off. You knew you were safe to be a little bit of a brat. And seeming how their conversations were boring for you, you decided to start that game.

At first it was a few teasing light touches just above her knee. Then you started to get braver and trail them down a little further. Next trailing over the inside of her thigh loving how her breath hitched at the movement. You continued faking a real interest in Larissa rant about the new Normie teacher starting at Nevermore like it was the most interesting news on the planet. Your hand finally resting just next to where she wanted you to be. She even discreetly rolled her hips as a clear indication of what she wanted. Of course you knew that but didn’t mean you’d give in. No instead you retracted your hand and giggled at something Larissa said. You could feel Tish shooting daggers in the side of your head, you slipped your hand back to her inner thigh tracing it lightly before adding a little pinch at the skin knowing just how sensitive it was for her.

Your food arrived and you continued to tease the women, she was getting confident you wouldn’t go any further now so on her next bite of food you trailed your fingers to her soaked underwear and teased her clit over the top of it. You could tell she was having a hard time pretending you weren’t essentially fucking her under the table. The idea of being caught only spurring her on. You sped your circles up slowly but adding more pressure causing her to cum, absolutely drenching her underwear. You couldn’t help yourself put gently pull the underwear to the side to take a swipe of your reward, bringing it to your lips as if it was from the plate and sucking the finger dry moaning at the taste. Her blackened irises burning holes in your head as she leant over pretending to kiss your cheek but instead growled in your ear “you little brat your gonna pay for that mon petit mélange” the French words causing you to shiver in delight. Tonight would be deliciously sweet after all.