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(It Is) What It Is

Chapter Fourteen

Plot Summary : When Billy Russo realises that there is a certain class of wealthy clients who refuse to contract with Anvil because of his playboy reputation, he decides to alter their perception of him. You’re just a down on your luck PA, just trying to get by so when Billy offers to pay you to pretend to date him, you can’t refuse. But the last thing you expect is for Billy to pull you into his secret world of lust and debauchery.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Smutty behaviour. There will be smutty themes throughout the story. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : 6.2k

A/N : Another long one because I got carried away 😅

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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Chapter Fourteen

The room was spinning.

Your fingers gripped the sheets as your eyes struggled to focus and you tried to remember where you were - not in your apartment, and not in the spare room. 

Billy’s bed. 

Heat flushed over your whole body as it all came flooding back to you; the giggly way you’d climbed on top of him, the desperate way you’d ridden his thigh, and how hard you’d come when he’d let you. You remembered the warmth of his bare chest as you curled up in his arms, and how you’d fallen asleep with his fingers in your mouth.

Even compared to everything that had happened between you recently, it was a lot. 

There was a bottle of water waiting for you on the bedside table, cold and still perspiring like it hadn’t been there long. You didn’t stop to think about it, about how Billy was constantly taking care of you, you just gulped down almost the whole bottle before coming up for air.

It wasn’t the worst hangover you’d ever had, and it didn’t feel like you were going to puke your guts up if you moved, but your head ached and, despite the sound sleep you’d gotten in his arms, you still felt exhausted enough to go back to sleep.

But you could hear sounds of conversation and the smell of pancakes wafted through from the kitchen.

You got out of bed onto unsteady legs before remembering that you weren’t wearing panties, and the shirt you’d slept in was nowhere near long enough to cover your decency. You vaguely remembered Billy slipping your panties off before you fell asleep, but you couldn’t find them anywhere. And, when you checked the bathroom, you realised that your clothes from the night before had been moved.

All you could find were the boxers that Billy had worn to bed, casually discarded on the floor. If you didn’t know any better you might have assumed that they were left there for you, but you were too exhausted and hungry to even think about it. And, since you didn’t want to have to rummage through his drawers to find something clean to wear, you pulled them on.

“Someone had fun last night.”

You were barely two steps out of Billy’s room when Karen noticed you, and your heart skipped several beats when you saw the way she was looking at you, grinning from ear to ear.

Your face burned with embarrassment. Had she heard you and Billy last night? Had she heard the way you’d moaned, and the commanding way he spoke to you? Had she heard you come for him?

All you managed was a weak smile as you stepped into the kitchen and went to grab yourself a bowl and some cereal, needing more than just pancakes to soak up the tequila still in your stomach. 

Billy was by the coffee maker one second, then he was behind you, all but pinning you against the kitchen counter.

You trembled when you felt his lips against your ear, expecting -

Fuck, after yesterday, you weren’t sure what to expect. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he nibbled your ear then bent you over the counter and spanked you in front of Karen.

Instead, what you got was a soft whisper; “are you okay?”

You relaxed against him, leaning back and letting his arm snake around your waist.

“Tired,” you muttered.

“Just tired?”

“And my head hurts,” you confessed.

“I told you to stop drinking,” he said sympathetically.

Oh, was that why? Not because he’d been wanting to control you or because he was worried you might say the wrong thing. He just hadn’t wanted you to suffer through a hangover.

You sighed and pressed your hand against his over your stomach, enjoying the little moment of comfort, despite the voice in your head reminding you that it wasn’t real.

He wasn’t your boyfriend. And he wasn’t your lover. Hell, you weren’t even friends with benefits, since you weren’t fucking.

So what did that even make you? Orgasm buddies?

(God, you needed to stop thinking.)

Taking a breath, you turned in his arms and rested your forehead on his shoulder. 

“It’s Karen’s fault,” you said, loud enough for her to hear, “she kept giving me tequila.”

“She’s a bad influence,” Billy agreed.

Karen gave a scoff from behind him and, a moment later, you were all laughing.

Billy pressed a soft but lingering kiss to your forehead before quietly whispering in your ear; “when Frank and Karen leave, we’re going to discuss your behaviour last night.”

A bolt of arousal tore down your spine headed directly to your core, but before you could even think to respond or ask if you were in trouble, Billy pulled away and ushered you towards the table.

“Sit down, I’ll get you something for your headache,” he said, and you did as you were told, sitting opposite Karen who was still smirking at you.

Beneath the table your thighs pressed together and you were suddenly very mindful of the fact you were wearing Billy’s boxers as you did your best not to tremble.

You ignored Karen for as long as possible, focusing on pouring your cereal and grabbing some pancakes from the stack in the middle of the table. But you could feel her eyes on you, and knew she was daring you to look up to face her judgement.

“What?” You finally asked.

“Oh, nothing. Billy just seems extra happy today...”

“He must’ve gotten plenty of sleep,” you answered, quickly dropping your gaze back to your cereal and starting to eat.

“Yeah, someone must’ve really tired him out,” she said, snorting with laughter.

Your face burned hotter and you were visibly relieved the second Billy reappeared and sat beside you. He placed a couple of painkillers in front of you and poured you a glass of juice, which you took without hesitation. Billy kissed your forehead again, as if rewarding good behaviour. 

“What are you smirking at?” Billy asked Karen.

You choose not to look up and focused on eating.

“Nothing, just never knew you were such an attentive boyfriend,” she answered back.

“No? You jealous or something?” Billy retorted playfully.

“Jealous of what?” Frank’s voice came from nowhere.

You looked up and watched him move from the bathroom towards the table, stopping behind Karen and reaching for a mug of coffee. You started on your pancakes, determined to stay out of it.

“Karen was just saying she wished she had a more attentive boyfriend,” Billy joked, then grunted as Karen kicked him under the table. “I see why you like this one, Frankie, she plays rough.”

Frank rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Karen. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, let me just go grab my things,” she said, quickly getting to her feet and disappearing into the spare room.

“You two have fun last night?” Frank asked as he sipped his coffee.

The question was aimed at both of you, but you knew he was asking you specifically. You were reminded that Billy had told them how nervous and uncomfortable you’d been about the idea of spending a night out with them.

“Yeah, I had a really nice time,” you said, managing to smile despite your exhaustion and embarrassment. “We should do it again some time.”

“Yeah, we should,” Frank agreed.

He shot Billy a strange look that you didn’t understand but didn’t dare ask about.

Karen reappeared just as Frank was done with his coffee and, after a quick farewell, the pair of them left. Billy walked them to the elevator while you finished your breakfast and, by the time he came back, you were at the sink about to start washing up.

“Leave that,” he told you.

Without warning, he pulled you towards him, spinning the pair of you and walking you backwards until you felt the table behind you. He pressed closer still, forcing you up onto the edge of the table. His hands pushed your legs apart and he stood between them, ensuring that there was no space between you.

Your heart started to race and your breath caught when you noticed him looking down. The shirt you were wearing had ridden up, revealing his boxers.

“Billy -”

“You didn’t behave yourself last night.”

The shift from the gentle Billy who’d brought you painkillers to the dominant man who was standing before you might have given you whiplash if you weren’t already starting to get used to it, starting to want it even.

It wasn’t what you’d thought you were agreeing to when you’d offered to help him with his control issues, you’d never thought that it would be a constant thing, but some unspeakable part of you was enjoying it all far too much to bring it up. All it had taken was six little words and, already, arousal was pooling between your thighs.

(You were getting wet in his boxers, a thought that almost caused your brain to short circuit.)

“Karen kept buying me shots,” you said, trying to explain yourself.

“Karen isn’t responsible for you, I am.”

Responsible?

Where had that come from? And why did it make static start to softly buzz in your head?

“I -”

“Unless the next words out of your mouth are going to be ‘I’m sorry, Billy, I won’t misbehave again’, I’d think long and hard before speaking,” he said, letting the words hang in the air, seeing if you’d respond to them. You were too stunned (and, awkwardly, turned on) to say anything. His tone softened when he spoke again. “I didn’t want you to have to go dress shopping with a hangover.”

“Dress shopping?”

“You’ll need something for the auction, and -”

“But I was going to -”

He silenced you with just a look and - fuck, seriously, what was wrong with you this morning? It took every ounce of control you possessed not to squirm and press closer to him.

But you didn’t have to, Billy seemed to notice your want, your need.

“I want to buy you a dress,” he said.

You were instantly distracted from the seriousness in his tone by his hand on your thigh and how it slowly started to creep upwards.

“I don’t need -” the words died on your lips as his hand slipped beneath the boxer shorts and between your spread legs.

“I don’t care if you need me to. I want to buy you something nice to wear.”

While his tone was firm and commanding, his touch was feather light, his fingers softly teasing your folds, the ghost of a touch that had you throbbing with desire.

It was almost too easy to surrender to it, to be good for him and agree with his every whim but, instead, you shook your head, trying to stay focused on the conversation.

“I don’t want people thinking I’m only after your money or that I’m using you to get nice things,” you protested, trying to ignore how aroused his gentle touches were making you.

He shook his head. “You’ve not seen any of the gossip blogs lately, have you?”

You tried to swallow, your throat suddenly feeling dry.

You’d started ignoring the alerts that you’d set up to track mentions of Billy - you couldn’t stand the speculation and theories about the pair of you, the endless comments about the starry-eyed PA who’d soon be used up and spat out by her wealthy boss. At first the way that they saw you had made you feel ill, but the closer you got to Billy, it hurt more to read what they thought about him.

You shook your head.

“No one thinks you want my money, little dove.”

He didn’t elaborate, didn’t tell you what they were actually saying about you. And, as his fingers started to tease your clit, you found that you didn’t have the strength to ask.

“If it bothers you so much, I’ll give you a raise or an early Christmas bonus - either way, you’re coming home with a new dress today,” he continued.

“You can’t -”

The protest died on your lips as his finger slipped inside of you. There was no slow and gentle build up, no teasing, instead he started to fuck you with it in a way that had you gripping his shoulders. A second finger soon joined the first and, instead of continuing the argument, you found yourself moaning.

Was this what he was going to do every time you disagreed with him now?

“You can’t just -” you panted and whined, “- every time I -”

“I can,” he said, bending his fingers inside of you, “and I will. Every single time, until you realise that I know best.”

It was no use. Static started to fill your head and you gave yourself over to him.

He muttered about how wet you were, and cooed about how much you clearly needed this, and it just made you want it more. You were coming to love the way he spoke to you in these moments, the way he took complete control.

Your eyes closed and your head dropped back, your body clenching and squeezing around his fingers. You could feel an orgasm building, anticipation coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach, and helping push you further into the haze and silencing your protest, until -

Everything stopped.

You blinked at Billy, struggling to understand why you suddenly felt so empty and unfulfilled. Your hips bucked against nothing and the moment you opened your mouth to ask why, you felt his fingers against your tongue, wet and tasting of your desperation.

A soft whine spilled from you as you sucked his fingers and, when your hips tried to buck again, his other hand pressed on your thigh, holding you in place.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he softly chided against your ear, “you’ll come when I let you, little dove. But first you’re going to go get ready and let me take you dress shopping.”

He let his fingers slip from your lips so you could respond.

“But, Billy, I need -”

“You need to come?” He finished the thought for you. You nodded. “You should’ve thought about that before misbehaving and arguing with me, shouldn’t you?”

He smiled as he helped you off the table and then gently shooed you in the direction of the bathroom with a playful pat on your ass, watching as you started to move on unsteady legs.

“And remember,” he called after you, “no touching yourself.”

Of course, you did as you were told. Not because you thought Billy would know if you finished what he’d started, but because it would have felt like a betrayal. And, honestly, no orgasm that you could give yourself would match the one you’d receive the next time he touched you.

Whatever game he was playing by denying you, you were just as invested in it as he was.

Ten minutes later, you stepped from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel with his borrowed clothes gripped tight in your hand. He grinned from his spot at the kitchen sink, taking in every inch of exposed skin as you stepped closer.

You weren’t sure what possessed you to move towards him - hope, perhaps. Hoping he’d finish what he’d started. Or maybe some part of you was hoping for more. 

“These are yours,” you said, offering the balled up clothes.

Billy reached towards but instead of taking the boxers and shirt, his hand gripped yours.

“You keep them,” he said, “they look better on you.”

His tongue swiped across his lips and your heart started to pound. The hammering intensified as he leaned closer and you nervously sucked your lower lip. He was going to kiss you, his eyes dropping to your mouth.

You leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek, not caring if it came across as desperate. You were desperate. You were needy and aroused, longing to feel his fingers or tongue between your thighs. Thirty seconds in his presence again, and you already needed another shower.

The expected kiss never came.

Instead you felt his thumb, gently pulling your lower lip from between your teeth.

“Don’t do that,” he said, quiet but warning. He stared for a couple of seconds before letting go, and you saw his chest shudder as he took a step back. “Go get dressed.”

You didn’t need to be told twice and quickly retreated to the spare room, already forcing the moment to the back of your mind as you pulled on a simple pair of jeans and a blouse.

Your phone buzzed as you left your room; a message from Karen said how she thought you’d want the photos she took last night. You started to swipe through them, smiling to yourself as you rejoined Billy.

“What are you smiling at?” Billy asked as he held up your coat.

“Karen sent some pictures from last night,” you said, holding up your phone and letting him see a picture of the pair of you, staring into each other's eyes on the dancefloor. 

“That’s cute,”

“Cute?” You repeated as you turned to him, not even thinking about how he automatically moved to fasten your coat for you. Cute was an odd choice of word.

Billy laughed and shook his head. “Don’t you remember? Last night we had a very in-depth conversation about how cute you find me.”

Oh no... a hazy memory came flooding back; the way you’d giggled and stared longingly into his eyes, your fingers playing with his hair as you explained all the ways you found him cute. Suffice to say, you were mortified as he led you into the elevator.

His hand took yours and you could see him smirking from the corner of your eye. Try as you might, you couldn’t think of anything clever to say to conceal your embarrassment. You were still exhausted and, honestly, you were still trying to forget about the unfulfilled throb between your legs.

You were just glad that he let you wallow in your embarrassment without pressing you for comment, allowing you to stay silent as you both got in the car. Once your seat belt was fastened and his driver had started the engine, Billy reached for you, placing a hand on your thigh and, without much thought, you covered his hand with your own.

Fifteen minutes later you found yourself standing outside a little boutique that looked... entirely out of your price range. Your eyes went wide as you noticed the window display and your stomach tied itself in knots; it was the most beautiful wedding dress you’d ever seen.

Billy’s hand took yours and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t worry, little dove. I don’t think we’ll need to take things that far.”

Right.

But that didn’t stop you from continuing to stare at the dress as he led you into the store. 

You were immediately greeted by two women, one older, with striking green eyes, and a younger woman who had the most perfect winged eyeliner you’d ever seen. Both made you feel incredibly insecure for the strangest reasons.

“Billy,” said the older woman, throwing her arms around him and kissing his cheeks.

“Sophie,” Billy replied.

Your heart stuttered at the exchange. Sophie... Sophie Harrington? That was the name Faye Van Der Koy had mentioned when she’d seen the other dress Billy had bought for you.

Clearly Billy knew her well, and -

You realised they were both staring at you expectantly, like you’d missed something. Instead of asking what, you just smiled and hoped for the best and, moments later, you found yourself led downstairs to a large fitting room area.

“I put together this collection for you,” Sophie explained, resting a hand on a rail that was filled with dresses, “but if you have any thoughts on styles, colours or cuts, let me know and I’ll see what else I have.”

You nodded, intimidated by the sheer number of dresses.

“Do you want me to send some champagne down?” She asked

Your stomach turned at the thought of alcohol.

“No thanks, we had more than enough to drink last night,” Billy answered, smiling his perfect smile at her. 

As she excused herself she ran a hand along Billy’s back, touching him in such a familiar way it made your heart ache.

You quickly turned to the dresses and tried to ignore the feeling.

“What do you think?” Billy asked once Sophie was gone.

All you could manage was a half-hearted hum.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. You shook your head, eyes fixed on the dresses, not turning to face him until his hand gripped your hips and he forced you to turn. “What’s wrong?”

“You and Sophie seem close,” you said.

You hated yourself for saying it and for the spite you allowed to slip into your tone. You didn’t get to feel jealous. What you and Billy had wasn’t real and he wasn’t yours.

“Me and Sophie?” He asked, sounding amused and not angry like you’d expected. In fact he grinned at you. “Are you jealous?”

“No, that’s not -” you forced yourself to take a breath, “- I just don’t want to be paraded around in front of women that you’ve fucked.”

He stayed silent for a few seconds, deciding the best way to respond - though from the look on his face you could tell he was dying to make a joke.

“I’ve never fucked Sophie,” he said and, quickly, your cheeks started to burn with the realisation that you’d fucked up. “We made out at a party when we were both fourteen, but that’s about it.”

“Fourteen?”

It wasn’t often that Billy offered any information on his childhood, so you quickly focused on that part. 

“We lived with the same foster family for a couple of months,” Billy explained. “We lost touch, but we ran into each other again a couple of years ago. And, now, I help her out by getting her designs seen all across New York.”

“Oh...”

What were you supposed to say to that? You were there because he was helping an old friend, not because he wanted to show you off in front of someone he used to fuck. Your gaze dropped, ashamed of yourself.

“It’s okay, I get it,” he said.

“You do?” You asked, almost certain that he didn’t.

“I have a reputation,” he said, shrugging. “You’ve helped me realise that sometimes people see me a certain way - that sometimes you see me a certain way.”

You looked up, staring into his eyes as you shook your head. “I’m sorry, I -”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“But there is,” you protested. “I don’t want to see you like that. I think you’re more than that, Billy. I know you’re more than your reputation.”

“It’s okay,” he said again, shaking his head, shrugging the whole thing off. But, before you could try again, he took a step back. “Why don’t you try some of these on?”

You didn’t want to force the conversation, not when Billy obviously didn’t want to continue. You’d try again later when you had a better idea of what you wanted to say to him and how you could explain jumping to conclusions so easily.

Grabbing the first dress, you disappeared behind the curtain. It was pale blue with cap sleeves and a squared neck and, while it looked nice on the hanger, once you had it on, you realised it looked like something from a Disney movie.

You opened the curtain and stepped out, finding Billy sat on a sofa, scrolling on his phone. When he looked up, you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“No?”

“Absolutely not,” Billy said, struggling not to laugh. “I don’t want you turning into a pumpkin at midnight.”

The next dress was the opposite of the first; deep red, figure hugging, and the slit in the skirt ran so high that you could see your underwear. It wasn’t you, and Billy agreed - though he made it clear he liked being able to see that much leg.

That was how the next hour went; you tried on dresses and Billy gave his opinion.

Some you agreed on instantly, others you disagreed on. And there were some that you both liked, but that weren’t really right for the auction. But there were none you loved until you reached into the middle of the rail.

It was a gorgeous petrol blue that shimmered beneath the lights with a lace panelled corset in the same colour. The slit on the skirt reached mid-thigh and had a beautiful ruffle detail, showing leg but not too much. Once you had it on, you hardly recognised yourself.

You stared at your reflection, lifting on your tiptoes, and turning this way and that. You almost didn’t want to show him in case he didn’t like it. But, the longer you looked, the more you noticed little things, like the curve of your hips and waist, despite the cut of dress doing a wonderful job at softening and shaping.

Billy said... something, but you weren’t listening.

Without looking away from the mirror, you stuck your hand between the curtains and waved.

A moment later he stepped in and you heard his breath catch.

“That one,” he said, definitively. Adamantly.

You continued to stare at your reflection, running your hands over your hips and breathing in.

“This one?” You repeated.

“You don’t like it?” 

He stepped behind you, and you caught the predatory look in his reflection, the way he was devouring you with his eyes. It made your legs tremble and brought back the unfulfilled throb between your legs.

“I-I don’t know,” you answered.

His hands slipped down your sides, over your waist and hips, caressing your curves. His dark eyes watched yours in the mirror, filled with dark promises as he pulled you back against him.

Heat licked across your cheeks and you bit your lower lip.

Billy's chest shuddered with a ragged breath, and you felt his cock twitch.

His hand moved and, before you knew it, his thumb had pulled your lip from between your teeth and had started to tenderly brush over it.

“You’ve got no idea what it does to me when you get nervous,” he confessed in a low whisper.

Something good or something bad? You didn’t know how to ask. Instead, you brazenly captured his thumb between your lips and gently sucked it.

His cock twitched again, and you realised just how much power you had over him. As slowly and as sensually as you could manage, you started to swirl your tongue around his thumb. You didn’t just feel another twitch from his cock but, rather, a more continuous pressure as he started to grow hard.

It made you more bold, licking and sucking, wishing you had the nerve to turn and drop to your knees in front of him, imagining what it would be like to feel the weight of his cock in your mouth. But you didn’t have the nerve, so this would have to do.

Your heart stuttered as he started to kiss your neck, teeth lightly scraping over skin and leaving you desperate for more. You wanted to be marked, branded, to bear the signs of his eager affections for the world to see.

All the while his gaze held yours, and you watched as you managed to reduce the usually dominant and commanding Billy Russo to a puddle of need. 

You started to see yourself differently - so what if you had curves? You’d still managed to wreck New York’s most eligible bachelor with just your lips and tongue.

Was this what Billy felt like when he was in control - powerful and desirable? It wouldn’t last, of course. You knew Billy’s dominant nature would rear its head sooner or later. And you were looking forward to it, looking forward to him wresting control from you.

You gasped as Billy lips trailed along your shoulder and started to suck, quickly creating an aching mark on your skin. You were getting carried away and knew you should stop him, but you didn’t want to. Again, you felt teeth on your skin, this time pressing with more force and - oh, fuck, if he didn’t stop, if you didn’t stop, you were going to beg him to fuck you right there.

Your heart was already pounding with anticipation. You wanted him to push you against the wall and take what he wanted. The thrill of getting caught, of Sophie or the poor sales assistant walking in and catching him inside of you had your thighs clenching.

Billy’s arm tightened around you, pulling you closer, making sure you could feel his cock pressed against your back. He was telling you without words that he was thinking about fucking too.

His hand moved down your body and you moaned softly around his thumb and, by the time his hand reached the slit in the dress, you felt like your heart was about to explode. His knee pressed between yours, forcing your legs apart so his hand could slip between your thighs.

And, just like that, you weren’t in control anymore.

A ghost of a touch through your wet panties was all it took.

Your teeth gripped his thumb, but Billy didn’t seem to mind the discomfort. In fact, he pressed his lips back to the mark he’d created on your shoulder and let out a noise that almost sounded like a growl.

His fingers slipped beneath your panties and delved between your folds, running through your arousal from slit to clit.

You pressed back, wanting to feel his touch on every inch of his body as his fingers teased your clit and his tongue soothed the mark on your shoulder. And, all the while, you continued to suck his thumb.

“You’re so wet, little dove,” he muttered against your skin. “So needy... maybe I should deny you more often...”

It shouldn’t have turned you on - you didn’t want to be denied by him, not when he made each and every orgasm feel life-altering - but the thought of being at his mercy, of only experiencing pleasure at his whim did something to you. You didn’t even notice how easily you’d started to slip into the hazy static, how your head had emptied of any thought but him.

His lips moved to your ear, nipping the lobe and letting you hear every ragged breath he took. You could feel his chest shuddering behind you and you finally understood that, even though he was in control, Billy felt just as desperate as you.

You whined and bit down on his thumb again as two fingers slid inside of you with no resistance and he pressed the heel of his palm against your clit. Your eyes met his in the mirror and the need you saw there was enough to make your knees weak.

He moved his fingers slowly - too slowly for your liking - and your hips started to move, trying to grind yourself against his hand.

“Behave,” he grunted in your ear.

He was holding back, you realised, and you didn’t want that. You wanted all of him. You wanted the darkest and most desperate parts, wanted to fulfil the desires that haunted his every waking moment.

(How had you gotten in so deep? When did you start to crave these things?)

You held his gaze and continued to squirm despite his warning, your intentions clear; do your worst.

His thumb slipped from your lips, and his hand slowly slipped to your shoulder, across your clavicle and - your breath caught as it came to rest on your throat. The safeword he’d made you choose flashed through your mind, but you pushed it away as he gave a testing squeeze.

You could stop him if you wanted to.

But you didn’t want to.

That one little squeeze was enough to have you stilling, to have you submitting to him.

His hand remained on your throat, pressed in place but not squeezing, a threat of force rather than a display. Enough to keep you still and at his mercy as his fingers worked in and out of the wet heat of your body.

“Fuck, I love it when you give in to me,” he groaned, moving his fingers a little faster. “You’re getting this dress for the auction, and I’m going to touch you like this while we’re there...”

The promise had you clenching around his finger, betraying your need, and pushing you deeper into the static.

“Are you going to come, little dove?” He muttered against your ear. “Are you going to come all over my fingers wearing this pretty dress?”

You barely managed to nod as you head fell back against his shoulder, biting your lip again as you fought back a moan. You were so close, just a few more skillful pumps of his fingers and -

“How are you getting on? Do you need any help with anything?”

A voice from outside had Billy pulling away, his hand falling from your neck and his fingers slipping from the warm clutch of your body.

He had the nerve to look at you like he was about to burst into laughter and you scowled at him, annoyed at being left unsatisfied again.

“I’ll take this one,” you said decidedly, struggling to stop your voice from trembling.

Billy tamped down his smirk as he opened the curtains to let the sales assistant see which dress you’d chosen.

“She’ll need shoes and a purse too,” he said.

You told her your shoe size and, just as quickly as she’d appeared, she vanished upstairs again.

Billy sat on the sofa again, seemingly indifferent to the desperate feeling of emptiness he’d created inside of you. Your toes curled and you pulled your arms across your chest as you tried to ignore the feeling. If he wanted you to squirm and beg for him now, he was going to be disappointed.

He crossed his legs, trying to hide the erection that was still straining in his pants.

You turned back to the mirror, mourning the loss of his reflection behind you and the warmth of his body against yours. You lifted a hand to your throat, fingers gentle ghosting over the place that he’d held you, glad to see he hadn’t left a mark. The same couldn’t be said for your shoulder that now bore a bruise and an imprint of teeth.

You took a slow breath then asked; “do you really like this dress?”

“Little dove,” he said, the two words betraying his frustration, “you got me hard, what do you think?”

You didn’t have time to respond before the sales assistant returned with five shoe boxes and several purses. She left them on the sofa by Billy while you remained half-concealed by the curtain, not wanting her to see the mark your fake-boyfriend had left on your shoulder.

A mark that Billy didn’t even realise he’d caused until you stepped out to grab some shoes.

He was on his feet in a flash, gripping your arm and holding you in place as he stared at the mark. “Shit, I’m sorry, I never meant to -”

It was jarring how upset he was.

“It’s okay,” you said, placing a hand on his waist, hoping to settle him.”

“I got carried away, I shouldn’t’ve -”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

He was panicking, upset because he felt like he’d lost control. He’d lost the one thing he craved because he’d gotten too caught up in the moment, and it scared him.

It was a cold and sobering moment, seeing him suddenly so uncertain of himself, and all you could think to do was wrap your arms around him.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he said.

His choice of words weren’t lost on you; you’d specifically asked him not to hurt you back when you’d started this and, now, he felt like he’d broken his word.

“You didn’t,” you said, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “If I hadn’t been enjoying it, I would’ve told you to stop.”

“Would you?”

His tone surprised you. It sounded like he didn’t believe you.

“Of course I would,” you answered, not bothering to hide the offence you felt. “I might be new to... this, Billy, but when have you ever known me to not tell you when you’ve crossed a line?”

He relaxed in your arms and let out a soft sigh, reassured by your words.

“I’m just glad you did it somewhere that’s easy to cover,” you continued. “Now, help me find some shoes to go with this dress.”

Billy nodded as you stepped back and the pair of you started to go through the shoes and purses until you’d settled on some strappy silver heels and a small silver purse just big enough to hold your phone.

He vanished upstairs to pay once you’d taken off the dress, leaving you to get changed and to come to terms with how strange the day had been.

A/N : I think Billy is really starting to enjoy himself now 😂 I don't know what it is about Billy going feral while reader tries on dresses but, after (OB)TS I didn't expect to be doing it again so soon, but at least reader started to realise that she has some power over Billy too, which should make things fun in future.

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[starflungwaddledee]

What's the story with the star spears in the galacta knight and starstruck drawing?

haha. well that is the question, isn't it?

[articskele]

Thinking about....... Sun Onceler.........

[daincrediblegg]

anyone else up getting sick of hyper-cynic contrarianism that serves no real constructive purpose? or is that just me?

[zephyrchama]

You were sick. Your head was in a fog and your throat hurt something fierce. It was sweltering hot yet you shivered under the covers, hoping for the fever to pass soon. Your body, doing its best to get better, decided to empty the contents of your stomach over the side of the bed.

Beelzebub was the first to discover your condition. He came to wake you up in person when you hadn't shown up on time for breakfast. You were teetering like a newborn deer trying to clean up your mess. He was taken aback at the sight, at how clammy you were, and gently wiped the sweat from your face while checking how warm your forehead was. "You should lay down," he recommended, practically pushing you back into bed. You asked him to guide you to the bathroom instead.

He disappeared to fetch Lucifer. The eldest arrived immediately upon being informed of your condition. Your face muscles twitched as you tried to hold back a second round and apologized for the state you were in. Lucifer told you to stay quiet and just rest. "If you want to apologize, then get better soon."

"Don't tell anyone about this, ok?" you tried to ask. It came out as a garbled, barely perceptible whisper sending bolts of pain through your neck. You didn't want anyone to know how bad things really were.

"I do need to inform Diavolo, but rest assured I'll keep it brief." After ensuring you had water and would be fine alone for a few hours, Lucifer left early to inform RAD of your absence. He later texted you, "Don't hesitate to summon me if you need anything."

The house was quiet. It felt surreal to be the only one there. After some time had passed, you hobbled back to your bedroom and tried to sleep through the pain. Blissfully unaware of the chaos occurring elsewhere.

RAD is no small academy by any means, but rumors sure do spread fast. In first period, Beelzebub told Belphegor the sight he witnessed. They were overheard by Asmodeus, who lamented your absence to Solomon. Solomon asked Raphael to come with him to prepare some nutritious human food so you'd recover faster, and had to be forcibly stopped by Simeon. Luke found out by interrogating Solomon about why he was causing a scene in the kitchen.

Mephistopheles caught wind of the gossip and went directly to Diavolo for confirmation. Lucifer was none too happy at the situation, but the rumor mill was already spinning in full force. He did his best to uphold your image by telling anyone who broached the subject, "it's just the sniffles."

By lunchtime, Mammon was taking bets on how sick you were. "500 grimm says they're explodin' from both ends." "If that were the case, one of us would have stayed at the house with them," Satan rebutted, spying an easy win. "500 grimm says it's just coming out the bottom." They went back and forth, with others occasionally chipping in new symptoms such as hives or internal bleeding. Asmodeus, unable to listen any longer, left the cafeteria to post vague stories about his concern for you on social media.

Leviathan and Thirteen sent you get-well-soon text messages. One was full of worry and asked you to respond ASAP so they knew you weren't dying, as anxiety over your condition was causing them no end of fear. The other assured you to rest easy knowing that your candle was fine and you had plenty of time left before you kicked the bucket. It even recommended passing your bug onto someone else for fun.

You only saw the notifications in the evening, when a pounding headache woke you up and resounding footsteps in the hall signaled that people were home from school.

There was a knock at the door and Lucifer announced you had company. The crown prince and his butler imposed with a tray of fresh herbal tea. It would have smelled amazing if you possessed the ability to breathe through your nose. As the door shut behind them, you spotted at least ten figures out in the hallway.

Barbatos silently served you a hot cup, hopeful the rising stream would assist your sinuses. "Looks like you're recovering well!" Diavolo chimed. "That's great. I feared you were going to heave your guts out all day."

The frank sincerity caught you off guard and you choked on your tea. Barbatos was quick to grab the cup before it spilled.

"You knew?" you rasped. "Oh yes. Lucifer said it wasn't that bad, but tales of your illness have spread all over campus. We know human bodies aren't very strong."

You hunched down into the blankets to hide. The heat spreading across your face this time was not due to fever.

[kxsagi]

Kindly requesting mma fighter!gf x blue lock boys 🙏

I’ve been hyperfixating on the idea for a hot minute and would like to know your take on these 🤭 As for characters, could you have Isagi, Bachira, Sae, Shido, Reo, Kaiser and Barou? (As well as any other characters you’d like to add) Thank you ☺️

“𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭”

a/n: this is giving “my girlfriend could kill me (and i’d let her)”

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, kaiser michael, barou shoei

itoshi sae

deadpan “wtf” when he first sees you break a guy’s nose clean in a sparring match. 

not scared of you… just extremely respectful of you. 

“remind me to never piss you off.” 

secretly enjoys watching your training vids. they're always playing in the background while he studies game footage or stretches. he says it's for "noise." 

loves that you can protect yourself. he doesn't worry when you're out late because who would even try you? 

your bruised knuckles get the gentlest kisses. he's silent about it, but you catch the softness in his eyes every time. 

itoshi rin

"your form’s off. tilt your elbow when you throw." 

yes. rin critiques your fighting technique. 

trains with you for fun, but it turns serious fast. you both end up full-sparring, and the neighbors call the cops because it sounds like a crime scene. 

lowkey turns into your water boy during competitions. towel ready, water open, dead silent but there for everything. 

he doesn't like people staring at you in your fight gear, but he'd never say that. instead, he’ll just glare until they combust. 

jealous when you get press attention – “they should be watching me, not her.” (he’s just petty + he loves you.) 

isagi yoichi

your biggest fan. like. front row, wearing a shirt with your name on it. 

he gasps when you throw punches like a mom watching her kid in a karate tournament. 

“wait wait wait was that a spinning elbow??? baby that was SICK!!!” 

always tries to “train” with you and ends up flat on his back every time. 

absolutely posts clips of you on his insta stories with heart emojis. 

when fans flirt with him, he literally goes, “my girlfriend would kick your ass in two seconds.” 

bachira meguru

he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. 

challenges you to play-wrestling. ends up in a headlock giggling like a maniac. 

asks you to teach him cool moves just so he can show off in public and say “my girlfriend taught me that!” 

gets way too into your pre-fight rituals. “do you want me to braid your hair? can i scream like a hype man before you go in?” 

draws little doodles of you mid-kick. has a sticker of you on his phone case. 

actually becomes a little possessive when other fighters flirt with you. all smiley until he says, “she’ll break your nose if you try that again.” 

shidou ryusei

it’s a match made in hell. chaos x chaos. 

you two flirt by trying to knock each other out. 

sparring is just foreplay, honestly. 

“babe you broke my rib that was so hot.” 

starts fights in public just so you can jump in and “save” him. 

he’s obsessed with your strength. like, genuinely obsessed. will brag about you to strangers like “my girlfriend could kill you with her pinky.” 

also not-so-secretly into the idea of you pinning him. yeah… 

mikage reo

shocked at first. like, his elegant, stunning girlfriend… punches people for a living? 

gets over it fast and becomes the most extra supporter of all time. 

hires a videographer to make hype montages of your fights. 

“you need better sponsorships. i’ll call my manager.” 

wears suits to your matches like he’s at fashion week. 

deadass once tries to bribe your opponents to forfeit so you won’t get hurt. you banned him from doing that again. 

gets really flustered when you pin him against the wall. “d-don’t use your pro moves on me, babe… please…” 

kaiser michael

he acts cocky until he sees you knock someone out in 30 seconds. 

“... okay that was kind of sexy.” 

makes it his life mission to look cooler than you in public. spoiler: he fails. 

“you’re lucky i like strong women.” while actively looking like a golden retriever when you punch the heavy bag. 

kisses your bruises like it’s romantic. it kinda is. 

super competitive during sparring. refuses to go easy even when you dominate him. 

also: “imagine our kids. they'd be gods.” 

barou shoei

does NOT know how to process you at first. 

like. you fight?? professionally?? 

refuses to admit he’s impressed. instead he says “your guard’s sloppy.” 

you beat him in arm wrestling and he sulks for a week. 

but deep down? he’s proud as hell. watches all your matches. complains when they don’t show your good side. 

sometimes trains with you, but it always turns into a competition. 

super protective even though you clearly don’t need it. “don’t talk to her. she can handle herself, but i’ll break your jaw too.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Wearing Something Tight/Skimpy

Requested: heyy! can i request a The Boys preference where (during early relationship) they see reader in more tight fitting clothes for the very first time (reader usually wears baggy jeans and oversized shirts, but now for once wears shorts and a tight fitting tanktop or smth) tysm! - @yinorathedragontamer

A/N: Screaming I love this! As someone who loves baggy clothing, there's nothing better than showing off the ✨️goods✨️ when I feel like it lol. This was super fun to imagine! I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Butcher is pretty shocked. Whereas you usually lean towards oversized shirts and big pants, you were dressed in something revealing, tight. You tried to look casual, secure, but underneath you were full of insecurities. You think I look stupid, you say, following his gaze up and down your body. Stupid is the last word he'd ever use. Butcher wears this wicked smile, telling you exactly what he thinks. You laugh, telling him to shut up before he's saying anything else. He loves what he sees. Because your relationship is still new, he's trying to be on his best behavior, but you know how his mind works. You throw your sweatshirt over your outfit, calling him ridiculous, laughing at him. Now that he knows what's underneath those oversized layers, he can't keep his thoughts or hands off you.

Hughie is all giggles and smiles. He hadn't realized you'd kept one of your suits from your time at The Seven. This suit, however, was different from the one you regularly wore. This was tighter, more exposing, showing off every curve and contour of your body. It was the only one you were allowed to take with you and there was a reason you rarely put it on. He wasn't used to seeing you like this. You wore big sweatshirts and wide pants. He never thought he'd be as surprised as he was when he finally saw you, but he was. Your body was. . . wow. He tries to hide his excitement, but he can't. Seeing this, you do a little spin for him, growing self-conscious. Do I look stupid? You ask. He's quick to tell you you look amazing. Because your relationship is still new, he doesn't want to sound too excited, but to him, you look amazing. He's glad he got to see you like this.

Annie wants to show you off to everyone. She knows now is not the time nor place: you've put on your old Supe suit to make a point against those in favor of Homelander. It's serious and important and dangerous given his fans would do anything to get a piece of you, anything to tear you down. But she can't help it, she can't take her eyes off you. She's never seen you in your suit before. You quit The Seven before your promo pictures could come out, after you'd been introduced. You took the suit with you. By then, you'd had a sort of a cult following, people interested in your story before you had the spotlight shown on you. It helped that you and Annie were newly together. She hadn't realized you'd kept your suit so when you showed up at Starlight House wearing it, she was speechless. She'd never seen your body like that before. She couldn't take her eyes off you.

M.M. is speechless. You got all dressed up for a date. Before this, your dates had always been casual, spur of the moment, low key. Tonight Marvin went all out for reservations at a fancy place you'd never even heard of. You figured you'd pull out your best clothes which just so happened to be a little tighter and more revealing that your typical wardrobe. He picks you up at your place, not recognizing you at first. You're self-conscious, making a joke about your appearance before anyone else has the chance. He wouldn't though. He thinks you look amazing. He was always more than a little curious as to what exactly you were hiding under big t-shirts and baggy pants, but your relationship was new and so he felt a little shy wondering. Now he was glad he had waited: you were breath taking.

Frenchie is obsessed. Mon Couer, where have you been hiding all this?! It definitely makes you laugh and a little embarrassed. He's never minded your usual clothes. He's all for oversized sweatshirts and comfort and the overall aesthetic. He thinks you look adorable in your usual clothes, but this? Wow. Just wow. You jokingly tell him to pick is jaw off the floor. You and Kimiko are going undercover as a wealthy couple. She's all dressed up and waiting for you. Not only are your clothes expensive looking, but they fit like a glove. He's never seen so much of your body. It drives him wild. You get compliments from everyone, but Frenchie, your new boyfriend, can't get enough of you. If this mission weren't so important and time sensitive, he would have spent the whole night telling you just how sexy you looked.

Kimiko has never seen this much of you all at once. Together you're going undercover. She's wearing a dress with her hair and makeup done. It makes her feel like a clown. Still, she does it because she has to. And you do, too. You lose the baggy pants and big shirts for something a lot more tight and way more revealing. The rest of The Boys have a lot to say, all of it you laugh at and tell them to shut up. Kimiko hopes it's too dark to see that she's blushing, watching you step out of the car. If she spoke she would have been speechless. Instead she plays it off cool, telling you you look great, before going in. In any chance she can get though she stares you up and down, taking you in, smiling to herself. She doesn't get distracted about anything, but you? Oh you're all she can think about.

Bonus! Homelander doesn't really think about your body, or anyone's body. It's more of a want more than anything else and it typically involves milk. Still, when you come out and show everyone your suit, he's pretty speechless. Your civilian clothes and fashion are oversized, baggy, and comfortable. He's never really seen your body before, no one has. Your PR team wanted to fix that though. You're not so sure about your suit: it leaves little to the imagination. When you step out you're embarrassed, wishing for your sweatshirt. Homelander never compliments anyone unless it's backhanded, but he really does like what he sees. It's kind of a throw away line, one that seems innocent and nonchalant, but for him it's a huge deal. He can't stop thinking about you. Even when you put on the other variations, he has final say. Everyone is too scared to say no to him. He liked the first one so you wear the first one.

Bonus! Soldier Boy is practically drooling. The moment he sees you his jaw is on the floor. He's never minded your usual fashion: baggy clothes were comfortable and cute. He would have minded had he known you were hiding *all that* beneath oversized sweatshirts/sweaters/t-shirts and baggy pants. He can't help himself (not that he ever held anything back usually) when he makes remarks and jokes and innuendos. It comes out so fast it's almost compulsive, he's barely breathing between words. The Boys think it's hilarious how much attention you're getting from him considering they've grown used to these switch ups between clothes. He practically begs you for an ounce of attention, affection, and you use it as leverage. As long as you're wearing as little as possible, Soldier Boy will do anything you want.

[b0nten]

HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

[mrs-reid-hotchner]

The surprise.

In-ho x pregnant! Wife! Reader

Summery: While in-ho is away at the games reader finds out she’s expecting, her head is spinning while try to figure out how to tell in-ho a man who’s lost so much so we decided to make telling him the news big

Word count: 918

Tw: mention of death and child death, age gap (readers is 28 in-ho is 49), I don’t think he act at all cannon but I could be wrong, this is my first fanfic so it most likely cringe (p.s: feel free to tell me what I can do better but please be nice)

In-ho has been away for 5 days, You know his works make him leave for around a week this time of year and abruptly for a few day every now and then but you don’t mind much you’ve got used to it you’ve been together for 2 years married for 1. do you miss him yes but he always finds ways to make it up to you for being gone. Date nights, shopping trips, even cooking your favorite food and watching your favorite show or movie while cuddling, And he’s ok that when he’s gone you have your friends over for a slumber party as long as the house isn’t a mess when he gets home, even though if it was he wouldn’t care it would show you had fun and that all he wants.

This time was going the same as normal you kissed him goodbye got set up to have some friends over and put a movie on. Then your friend was scrolling though social media when they saw this trend called pregnancy rulait where you all take a test and put it in a bowl or a hat and mix them then pick one out of it. Sense you have all been in long term relationships you and your friends went to the store and bought some boxes, you were sure the cashier gave you guys a wierd look but who cares. You all took the and put them in your old baseball cap and shook it then waited a few minutes.

After you all waited you guys, one by one pulled a test out of the hat the one negative then another the three more the there was….a positive followed by two more negative we all looked at eachother and then all took another and held onto them. When the three minutes were over you all checked and you’d was the positive brain was spiraling, in-ho just left and how would he even react you guys have talked about kids and you both want them but did you guys want them now? How would you tell him? Is he gonna take it well? You know what happened with his wife and he’s already makes sure your safe but makes sure he doesn’t get to protect he lets you go out along as he knows we’re and you keep him updated but you being pregnant might be a different story of course you can’t go out with your friends like you used to but for all you know he’ll put you in a bubble rap ball for 9 months, all you know is you’ll figure it out but you want to surprise him with it.

The past few day you’ve thought of everything balloons, just giving it to him and telling him that way, bakeing a cake all of it. You sit there looking at the date when you realize he comes home tomorrow and you still haven’t decided how your gonna tell him. You thought of a idea didn’t like it thought of a new one didn’t like that one it was the the same thing over and over, you wanted it to be perfect then you thought of it, so you got to work going to store making sure you know what dinner gonna be that night (his favorite) and slow calming music

The night he came home you were cooking dinner and had the table set very romantic when you heard the door opened you smiled “hello my love!” You said so he knew you were in the kitchen. When he got in the kitchen he was surprised to see you dressed up but he smelt what you were cooking and smiled “my love you know I like to treat you when I come home” he hold you by your waist as you cook. Your smile up at him and say “I know but I wanted to cook for you, you should go get washed up” he smiles kissing you on the cheek as he goes to shower. By the time he gets back you put dinner on plates and poured him a glass of whiskey and you some water. He sit down across from you making small talk while you both eat, when you finish eating you wait for him to also finish eating, when he does you smile at him “I have a gift for you” you say grabbing a box you hide under your chair “a gift? But i didn’t get you anything” you chuckle “you alway get me something it’s my turn now open” you hand him the box and he opens it revealing a tiny onesie with the words ‘daddy’s mini me’ on it and under the onesie is your positive pregnancy test. He takes the onesie out and reads it then looked at you confused till you point to the box again and he sees the test and a million thoughts run through his head he waits a bit before he starts speaking “when did you find out?” You answer him and he nods he looks at you and smiles “we’re gonna be parents together…us” you smile at him and you go over and hug him “your gonna be an amazing father” you say as you look up at him, he looks down at you and smiles “and your gonna be an amazing mother” as he say that you both share a quick kiss and go cuddle on the couch leave the dishes till tomorrow.

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙slut! | CL16 MV1 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: charles leclerc x model!y/n reader (she/her) x max verstappen, lestappen x model!fem reader

genre: social media au, polyamory, established relationship x new relationship

warnings: polyamory lol lestappen, mentions of cheating & slut shaming

summary: in which you and your boyfriend get a new boyfriend and everyone gets confused, or in which no one considers polyamory before branding you a slut

a/n: i wanted to make this so bad ever since i got the request & now is the time 🙏

request!!!: I was thinking maybe when model!reader dating Charles and she starts hanging out/becomes friends with Max, and then everyone thinks that she cheating plot twist they are all dating

fc: sophia birlem

my masterlist

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charles_leclerc 💋

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user1 my fav couple forever

user2 y/n is so hot

user3 her leg on him🥹🥹

yourusername love when im in almost every pic

charles_leclerc duh, you are beautiful

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maxverstappen1 beautiful couple

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user5 oh hi max

user6 are max & y/n friends?

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user7 OMG Y/N???

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user12 aww i love that she's friends with max now

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maxverstappen1 he's ashamed of me 😢

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yourusername BECAUSE IM A GIRL LEAVE ME ALONE!!

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user19 shaming her for why

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charles_leclerc she needs lots of outfits okay

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user21 they're spending sm time together lately and where is charles

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f1wagupdates an image has emerged of max verstappen and model y/n y/l/n, who is famously known as charles leclerc's girlfriend of almost four years. is she cheating on him with one of his own friends?

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user25 what the actual eff

user26 IS SHE CHEATING ON HIM??? WELL OBVIOUSLY LOOK AT THE EVIDENCE

user27 wtf im spinning around in circles

user28 just threw up

yourbff everyone always thinks they know everything 🙄

user29 huh??? what is she on about

user30 the pics there to prove it.. 🤡

user31 what is going onnnn

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user32 is cheating fun too

user33 what the hell???? so shameless

user34 charles still in the likes?

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user35 ??? does he not know

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f1wagupdates we are here once again with a y/n y/l/n sighting, this time once again with her boyfriend charles leclerc. does anyone know what is going on? lol

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user37 can someone explain to me what the hell is happening

user38 maybe she's dating both of them lol

user39 😂😂😂

user40 she did say she shipped lestappen 💀

user41 omg slut much?? wtf is going on

user42 grid bunny

user43 this is sick and twisted

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yourusername & if they call me a slut u know it might be worth it for once

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charles_leclerc my girl 💋

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maxverstappen1 my girl ❤️

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user48 wait guys...

user49 they're all dating arent they

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[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo Ending 9: Birds of a Feather

WARNINGS: yandere themes

Note: And with this final chapter, we say goodbye to Twisted Zoo. *wipes tears away* I still may do the “After Chapters” but for now, I want to start work on my next TWST story!

Note 2: I did something weird with this chapter and it ended up short, I hope you guys still like it >3<

The first time you refused, Cater pouted and Riddle sulked.

The second time, they insisted.

The third time, they didn’t let you leave.

At first, it was just practice. Riddle corrected everything from your posture to the way you turned your foot inwards too far. Cater, on the other hand, kept things light, twirling you around in the shallow water while giggling.

A courtship dance seemed silly to you, and you were sure they were only messing with you. No way would they want to actually court a human.

“You’re our special human,” Cater whispered in your ear as he pulled you close mid-pirouette, “Shouldn’t you want to match your flock?”

“I’m trying,” you panted. It was a lot of work and the sun was beating down on you. You could see the other birds’ enclosures watching you three with envy.

Riddle was ruthless, “No slouching! Do it again!”

You stumbled to a stop and wiped at the sweat on your brow. Cater smiled, but you could sense tension as he said, “Ah, ah, we have to dance until we get it perfect!”

“I need a break!” you panted.

“No breaks!” Riddle’s eyes flashed, “Flamingos do not abandon their mates!”

You stared at him, “But isn’t this for fun? I’m human, remember?”

Cater shot Riddle a look, but there was no stopping him now, “This is an extremely important dance for our species- and, yet, you wish to abandon it? Abandon us?”

You sat down in the grass framing the mossy pond and gasped for air.

“You’re going too hard on her,” Cater murmured.

“She doesn’t understand the importance! She treats it like a game!” Riddle snarled.

“To humans, it probably does sound like a game!”

You stared up at the sun, which was finally sinking. “Just a little break,” you begged.

“Fine,” Riddle snapped, “But only for five minutes.”

Your feet ached and your calves burned, you were sure five minutes wasn’t enough of a break for you, but before you knew it, Cater was hauling you to your feet and spinning you around.

“I have to check the peacocks before it gets too late,” you warned the flamingos through pained breaths, “The zoo’s already closed.”

Cater and Riddle exchanged looks, “Just a little longer…”

A little longer turned into a lot longer and, before you knew it, you were collapsing onto the grass, out like a light.

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You woke slowly, barely realizing you were submerged in warm water until a few minutes had passed. You looked down and screamed.

Your skin… was pink? It was an obvious, obnoxiously bright pink. 

You looked down at your reflection and realized something else had changed: matching pink feathers grew in tufts on your head, among your hair, attached to your scalp.

Cater and Riddle came running, no doubt having heard your scream. However, they didn’t look upset. 

Cater grinned and plucked a feather from your head, eliciting a yelp of pain. He pulled one of the feathers from his wings and compared the two.

They matched.

“Birds of a feather, stick together, (Y/n),” Cater giggled, “Isn’t she so pretty, Riddle?”

Riddle’s ears turned red as he looked away from you determinedly, “Well, either way, you should be better at the courtship ritual by now…”

Your heart sank. 

Cater helped you to stand, water dripping from your hair, feathers, and clothes. “Let’s dance,” he said with a little giggle.

“And no more breaks.”

[ladyfocalors]

To Drown or to Breathe

(Inspired by The Little Mermaid and this prompt)

summary: You are a merperson who yearn for the human world and to trade your tail for legs, but you aren't a strong mage, so you seek the help of one of your acquaintance, Azul Ashengrotto. The octamer strikes a deal with you, but the price is steep: you have to lose your voice when you are a human, turn back to a merperson once the sun sets and to stay as a human forever you have to make a human fall in love with you in a month. While you are trying your best to woo a fisherman, you and Azul grow closer.

pairing: azul ashengrotto x gn! reader

warnings: not canon compliant, slightly detailed about body transformation, reader's mer counterpart is not mentioned except they have a tail.

word count: 4.7k

okayyy so this one is bit of a doozy imo. it could have been better, could've been worse. lot of angst opportunity that i gave up on, i am trying to embody the disney spirit of happy endings here. i want this out of my drafts so i am throwing this at you and running away.

The sea remembers everything. It tucks stories into the folds of its waves, hides secrets in the shadows of its reefs. It cradles forgotten wishes like pearls inside oysters, waiting for the right hands to pry them open.

You have always been a creature of longing. The tide carries your dreams like driftwood, washing them ashore where they do not belong. You press your hands against the rocks and watch the world above. You have a dream.

You want to trade the sea for the shore.

It is a foolish dream. A dangerous dream. A dream fit for a child spinning fantasies in the coral reefs, not a merperson who has outgrown such naive longing. But still, the desire festers like a wound that will not heal. You watch ships cut across the horizon and wonder what it would feel like to stand upon one, to feel the wooden planks beneath your feet instead of the gentle tug of the tide. To listen to sailors laughing on the docks and wonder what it would be like to speak their tongue, to laugh with them, to be one of them.

But wishes alone do not reshape flesh.

And you are not a strong mage. If you were, perhaps this would have been simpler. Your magic is weak, and you know you cannot do this alone.

And so, you seek him.

Azul Ashengrotto.

He isn't difficult to find. His parents own a restaurant, a fine establishment that draws in customers of every kind. The place is always bustling with merfolk seeking fine food and some finer deals. You are, of course, here for the latter.

Somewhere in the back, laughter erupts—loud, unrestrained, the kind that makes your fins bristle. You know who it is.

Floyd. And if Floyd is here, then Jade is likely nearby, and where Floyd and Jade is, Azul is likely to be nearby.

And you are correct.

When you arrive, Azul smiles at you. "Ah, what a rare guest. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You hesitate before you speak.

"I need a deal."

Jade tilts his head, curiosity gleaming in his mismatched eyes. "How intriguing," he muses. "You must want something terribly if you’re coming to us."

Floyd swims towards you, grin lazy and sharp. "Ooooh, what’s it gonna be? Love? A curse? Maybe you wanna get rid of someone?" He laughs, teeth flashing. "I hope it’s that one. Those are the most fun."

You shake your head. "I want legs. I want to be a human."

There is a beat of silence. Then, Azul chuckles. "Inspired by the Princess, aren't you?" He says. "But you should know that transformations are no simple matter. The body is stubborn. It does not like to change."

"I know," you say.

Azul exhales. "And what are you willing to offer in return?"

Floyd’s grin widens. "Ne, Azul, let’s make them do something fun."

Azul ignores him. He regards you carefully.

"My voice." you say.

His eyes gleam.

"How poetic, just like the Princess," he muses. "A merperson like you without their song. But I suppose that is fitting, isn't it? If you wish to walk among humans, you must learn to live without the things that make you what you are."

He moves back, contemplative. "There will be conditions, of course. You will shed your tail at sunrise, but when the sun sets, you will return to the sea. And if you want to remain human forever, well," His smile sharpens. "Love is a powerful kind of magic, don’t you think? Within a month, you must make a human fall in love with you. Only then will you be free."

The words settle into you, but you don't back away. The price is steep, but you expected no less from him. This was Azul, after all.

"And if I fail?" you ask.

"Then you return to the sea," he says simply. "As you are. As you were meant to be."

The words echo in your head. You think of the shore, of the laughter you have only ever heard from a distance, and the thought of steady land beneath your feet.

"I accept." you say.

The three merfolk grin at your words, and soon your name is on one of Azul's contracts.

Becoming human is not gentle. The transformation is agony.

It is drowning in reverse, a pressure that crushes and pulls, bones shifting, flesh reshaping. You fall, or maybe you rise; water and air blur together, indistinguishable in your pain. The sea roars in your ears, but it is not the familiar call of home; it is something distant now, something you cannot hold onto.

And then, you are gasping for air.

The first breath of air is like swallowing the sun. It burns. It sears down your throat, filling your lungs in a way the sea never did. It takes you a moment to adjust.

When you finally open your eyes, the first thing you see is the sky.

You are lying on the shore, the tide lapping at your ankles, and when you move, the weight of your body feels strange. Your legs tremble with each movement. It takes you longer than you’d like to stand.

You stumble when you take a step. And when you try to cry out, nothing escapes your lips.

But you do not have time to grieve what you have lost. You knew what you were doing when you signed the contract.

You take a step forward, hopefully towards your forever. You have one month to make it true.

You are not alone for long. A fisherman finds you on the beach.

His eyes are kind, he is gentle as he helps you stand. He has hands rough from years of working with nets, a voice like the low rumble of a tide, and eyes the colour of driftwood. He asks questions you cannot answer, speaks words you cannot repeat. You point to your throat, shaking your head, and he understands.

He assumes you are lost.

You cannot tell him the truth, so you let him believe what he wants—that you are a human from another place, shipwrecked and silent from the shock of it all.

He offers you a place to stay. He does not ask for anything in return.

He lives in a small house by the shore, a modest thing with salt-stained windows and nets hanging from the walls. The scent of fish and seaweed clings to the wooden planks. He gives you blankets, food, a warm place to rest. He does not pry.

You try to smile in gratitude, but it feels strange on your lips. You are used to baring your teeth in the water, not softening your expression on land.

Still, he smiles back.

At dusk, he yawns and stretches, rubbing the back of his neck. "Long day," he murmurs. "I should rest. You should too."

Then he retreats to his room, leaving you alone in the dim candlelight.

You wait.

You wait for the sun to slip beneath the horizon. And when the last light dies, you go back to the shore.

It is just as painful the second time.

Bones crunch, reshape; your legs collapse beneath you as the transformation takes hold. Your skin shimmers, scales blooming like stars across your flesh. The moment your tail fully forms, you drag yourself into the sea, where the water welcomes you like a mother greeting a long-lost child. The pain lingers, but the relief of the familiar dulls it.

You do not linger. You do not weep into the waves for the loss of voice. The first night, you are determined.

For the first seven days, you spend your seven nights alone.

You swim through the reefs, tracing old paths, but the world slowly seems different. The tides do not carry the same comfort. The water talks to you, but you do not respond back.

It is on the eighth night that you seek Azul out.

You hesitate at the entrance, but only for a moment. Then, you push forward.

Jade sees you first. His gaze flickers towards you with sharp, knowing amusement.

"My, my," he muses. "How unexpected."

Floyd is lounging at a table nearby, upside down in his seat, one arm dangling lazily in the water. At the sound of his brother’s voice, he twists his head toward you, a slow grin spreading across his face.

"Ne, did you mess up already? Need another deal?"

You shake your head.

The truth is, you don’t know why you’re here. Or maybe you do. Maybe the loneliness is getting to you. Maybe you are tired of waiting for something to bloom between you and the fisherman while knowing you cannot even ask his name.

Maybe you are here because you miss your own kind.

Azul emerges from a side room, flipping through pages of a ledger. "What is all this noise about–?" His sentence cuts short when he sees you.

There is a flicker of something in his gaze—surprise, perhaps, or curiosity. Then it smooths into his usual smile.

"Well," he says, snapping his book shut. "I did not expect to see you again so soon."

You lift your hands, trying to explain. You gesture to the sea, to the shore, to yourself.

Jade hums. "Ah. You’re lonely."

Floyd laughs. "That’s kinda sad! You gave up everything to be a human, and now you wanna hang out with us instead?"

Azul tsks. "Don’t tease," he chides, though his own amusement is evident. He studies you, tapping his fingers against his arm. "I had a feeling you would come back. What brings you here? Surely not second thoughts?"

You shake your head. You are not here to break your deal. Absolutely not.

Jade studies you for a moment, and then with polite curiosity, asks, "And how is your fisherman?"

You blink at him, startled.

The twins laugh at your reaction, Floyd’s voice bright and unrestrained, Jade’s more measured but no less amused. Azul only sighs.

"Really now, did you think we wouldn’t check in on you?" Azul says, a smile on his face. "I am a businessman. I like to ensure my clients are following through with their agreements."

You frown, crossing your arms. But your shoulders relax, though your lips press into a thin line. Of course, they know. Azul never makes deals without keeping an eye on his clients.

Floyd swims closer, and grins at you. "Sooo? Is he in love with you yet?"

You glare at him.

Azul, sighs and comes closer to you. "It has been a week, hasn’t it? Progress takes time, of course, but I do hope you haven’t wasted too much of it."

You glance away. Seven days, and the fisherman has been nothing but nice to you. But it is not love. You do not know how to bridge that distance.

You shake your head.

Azul exhales. "Then I suppose you have your work cut out for you."

You nod, but you do not leave.

And perhaps Azul notices, because after a moment, he gestures toward an empty seat. "Stay, then," he says, like an afterthought. "If you wish."

You take his words, and you are back again the very next night. The Leech twins aren't around when you arrive.

"You look troubled," Azul points out.

You sigh, tipping your head back. How could you explain that this was harder than you expected? That love was not something you could pluck from the air like a starfish from the reef? That you, who had traded your voice for the chance to belong, felt more out of place than ever?

Azul, sharp as ever, seems to understand your expression. "Making a human fall in love with you is not as simple as fluttering your lashes and looking forlorn, you know." He says. "Especially when you cannot speak to them."

You shoot him a glare. Does he take you for a little child who doesn't even know that?

He ignores your offended look. "Well," he says, thoughtful. "If nothing else, I suppose I can offer some… assistance."

You blink at him, tilting your head.

Azul exhales, as if exasperated with himself. "I merely mean that if you’re struggling, it may be wise to refine your approach. You cannot speak, true, but communication is more than words." He taps his fingers against the table. "There is body language, expression, action. All of these can be just as effective, if not more so."

You sigh. This is silly, you think.

You are a merperson trying to woo a fisherman, a man whose hands are calloused from pulling creatures like you from the water. You are breaking yourself to fit into his world, folding the edges of your existence just to slip into the spaces where he might notice you.

And here you are near Azul, seeking comfort from him of all people.

A breath of laughter escapes you in form of bubbles which is enough for Azul to look up. His brow furrows slightly. "What?"

You shake your head, pressing your lips together.

You can not tell him. You only gesture that you don't require his assistance. Besides, who knows what sort of debts you will be in if you agree to take the help of the octamer that is responsible for putting you in your current predicament.

When the sun rises, it paints everything in soft gold, filtering through the open window. You try your best to sneak back in to your bed to not raise any suspicion.

You lay under the blankets until you hear a kettle whistling over the fire, the scent of steeped herbs curling through the air. The fisherman's voice is gentle when he speaks.

"Sleep well?" He asks. You nod, and he doesn’t press for more when he notices your damp hair.

Breakfast is quiet. He hums as he eats, an old tune that fills in the silence. You listen, hands curled around a clay cup of warm broth, the heat seeping into your fingers. He slides a spare coat over your shoulders when the wind picks up and points out toward the docks.

"Thought you might like to see the sea from above."

You follow, the rough wooden planks of the pier sturdy beneath your feet, the water below impossibly blue and glistening. Everything looks beautiful. You only hope that you can succeed to remain as a human at that moment.

At night, Azul hands you a notebook.

You blink at him. He sighs. "You cannot speak," he says, as if this is news to either of you. "But you can write."

You glance down at the book. Back at him and then at the twins.

He lifts a brow. "You can write, can’t you?"

You exhale sharply, bubbles rising in the water. You throw him the most offended look ever.

Azul huffs, unimpressed. "I’ll take that as a yes."

You scrawl out large words across the page while looms over your shoulder.

I am not an idiot!

Azul smiles in amusement. "I never said you were."

You narrow your eyes. Then, slowly, you flip the page and write, What else can you offer me?

Floyd grins, and without missing a beat, he says, "A kiss, probably."

Azul nearly chokes on his own breath. "Absolutely not!"

Your face warms as Floyd snickers, the water around him rippling with his amusement. Jade decides that he too will loom over your shoulder like his brother.

You tap your fingers against the page, pretending to consider it. Then, carefully you write, A kiss would be easier.

Azul looks bewildered. "Why do I even bother with you?"

You only grin, feeling proud of yourself for making him flustered.

The fisherman does not ask where you go at night.

He is not unobservant—you have seen the way his eyes flicker toward the door when he notices damp footprints on the wooden floorboards in the morning, the way his brow furrows when your hair still smells faintly of salt despite the dryness of the air. But he says nothing, only placing a towel nearby with quiet understanding.

When you hear the man talking to himself, you decide you will communicate, so you reach for a pen and page. The fisherman eyes you curiously when you write, Do you always speak this much?

The fisherman raises an eyebrow, reading over your shoulder. Then he grins. "Someone’s feeling bold today."

You tap the page expectantly.

He hums, sitting back on his heels. "Maybe I do," he admits. "You’re so quiet, I feel like I have to fill the space."

You pause, fingers hovering over the page.

He chuckles. "I don’t mind, though. Sometimes, it’s nice to just have someone around."

You give a pleased look at his words, then you write, What do you do when you aren’t fishing?

The fisherman blinks, then grins, clearly pleased. "Finally curious about me, huh?" He wipes his hands on his shirt, thinking. "Well, when I’m not fishing, I mend nets, fix boats, cook. Sometimes I go into town, sell what I’ve caught." He tilts his head. "Why? You interested in fishing?"

You wrinkle your nose.

He laughs. "Yeah, figured."

But you are interested, just not in the fish. You are interested in what other human activities he does.

To satiate your curiosity, he teaches you how to mend a net later in the day. The fibres are rough beneath your fingertips, the pattern feels intricate but methodical. He works beside you, hands moving with the kind of practiced ease that only comes with time.

"There’s a rhythm to it," he says. "Once you get used to it, it’s like breathing."

You listen, your hands move carefully, mimicking his motions. You think he is proud when you finally get it right.

You were excited to share about your new experience with Azul.

You did not notice that things have changed between you and Azul.

You lingered longer than necessary, looming over his shoulder to look at his work or mindlessly float around his space and brushing your tail against him to enjoy the look of irritation on him while he worked.

You hardly noticed that you naturally moved closer to him. But the twins did.

"How cute," Jade muttered, watching you. "Like a little fish who have found a reef to settle in."

The teasing started when the twins found you, more than once, dozing near Azul’s side.

The first time, you had curled up in a corner, exhaustion dragging you under. When you woke, Azul was a short distance away, busy pretending not to notice the way you stretched languidly.

The second time, you had drifted too close, your head nearly resting against his body. You were half-asleep when you heard Floyd’s delighted cackle.

"Aww, look at this! They really trust you, Azul!"

You startled awake, eyes blinking blearily at Azul’s flustered expression. His tentacles dragged his body away from you.

Azul shot a withering glare. "Don’t be ridiculous," he snapped, his voice sharp but lacking true bite. "They’re just tired. It’s hardly noteworthy."

"Maybe they’re looking to court ya, Azul~" Floyd singsonged, spinning lazily through the water before stopping right in front of you. "Hey, you wanna be our boss’s little guppy? He’s all soft on ya already!"

You ignored everything else and decided you will focus on the fact that he ruined your nap time. You huffed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes while Azul turned a different shade, his tentacles coiling as if physically repelling the thought.

"Don’t say such absurd things," he snapped, but his voice held no weight. The twins, of course, latched onto his reaction immediately.

But before anyone could say more, you flicked your tail to send a ripple of water towards Floyd. Then, Floyd decided to tackle you, and that's where the topic ended.

The days slip by.

The fisherman sometimes leaves before dawn, returns after sunset. You wave at him from the dock, watch as he vanishes into the more dense human population.

Soon you find yourself at the docks, gazing out into the distance as you contemplate why you aren't satisfied. Are you an ungrateful merperson?

You sit in your human form, dreaming of your life back under the sea, thinking of what the octamer must be doing now. You did not think human life would be so dull. You no longer know what the Princess saw in trading her tail for legs back in the day.

Now, you really feel like an ungrateful merperson.

On the twenty-ninth night, you do not seek Azul.

You sit alone by the rockier shore instead, watching the moonlight high over the sky. The waves sigh against the rocks, rhythmic and ceaseless, yet your thoughts crash far more violently.

You should be with the fisherman—he is kind, steady, human. He is the future you wanted. But your heart is fickle and uncooperative, betrays you. A glance held too long, a touch you wished had lingered. The warmth of Azul’s voice, the way you wish he only kept looking at you.

You feel foolish. Azul is cunning, he stole your voice. Yet, when you think of him, you think of comfort.

You like Azul. And you do not know what to do.

You do not want to be a human, either.

"You look miserable." A familiar voice cuts through the silence.

Jade perches on one of the rocks, his smile all sharp edges and quiet amusement. Floyd, circles around, bored.

"You should’ve let me teach you how to woo someone," Floyd drawls. "This fisherman of yours sounds boring."

You glare at them both.

Floyd pouts. "Aw, don’t be like that~" He leans in, swimming closer to you. "You know, you could always ask us for help. I bet we could be real useful."

You now glare into the distance, arms wrapped around yourself as the twins circle around the rock you're on like predators circling their prey.

Jade hums, propping his chin against his palm. "Or perhaps," he says, "you already know what you want, and that is why you look so distraught."

You stiffen.

Floyd's grin widens, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. "Ohh, is that it?" He asks. "Then why don’tcha just take it?"

You bite the side of your cheek and say nothing. You will do nothing for now and just think.

You have one day left. Tonight you will just think of what to do.

The sun is golden and warm. The fisherman is outside while you sit on the floor and write down everything you think is necessary onto a piece of paper.

He has been good to you. Gentle and patient. You owe him this much.

You write the truth. That you are not what he thought you were—not a lost soul, not a shipwrecked wanderer, not someone meant to stay. That you are something else entirely. That when night falls, you will return to the sea, as you always have.

"I was simply curious," you explain in careful script. "I wanted to know what it was like, to be human. And you showed me kindness when I had no voice to ask for it. Thank you."

You hesitate to add the last part, but you still write it. You speak of an offering of sorts—an hour after sunset, if he wishes, you will return once more. You will bring him something from the sea, a token of gratitude.

A shadow moves near the doorway. You snap the parchment close, pressing it to your chest as the fisherman steps forward. His eyes glance toward the letter.

He doesn’t ask. But the curiosity is there. You offer him a wavering smile and shake your head. Not yet.

He exhales softly, ruffling your hair like one might a younger sibling. "Alright, alright," he murmurs, letting it go, though his eyes linger a little longer than usual.

That night, after he has retired, you slip the letter near his hands and leave without looking back.

The waves then welcome you with open arms. The water rushes up to greet you, swirling around your tail as the last remnants of human skin fade into scales. The spell is broken.

"Hello?" you test out your voice, to check if what you had lost have returned. But you don't celebrate just yet, you have something else to do.

Azul.

It took you thirty days to learn that you cannot force someone to fall in love with you, nor can you force yourself to love them. But, now, you do love someone, and you won't let this slip past you.

You drift deeper, thoughts spinning. You could find him and say it outright, but it won't feel right. So you will give him an offer, not unlike the one he gave you.

The thought of it sends a thrill through your veins, a boldness that you did not have when you first signed your contract. You are quick to go home.

Throughout the years you have collected many things that caught your eye—pearls, shells, sea glass and shiny objects from shipwrecks. Last night was spent rummaging through your treasures and finding what was best.

All these were objects provided by the sea. The last was a parchment with something only you could offer.

A proposition.

It reads:

Azul,

You are a businessman, are you not? Then allow me to propose a deal.

If you wish to see me, meet me at the shipwreck near your parent's restaurant. If you do not, then leave my gifts where they lie, and I will not trouble you again.

But should you come, then perhaps we can discuss something important.

You do not sign your name. If he does not know who it is by now, then he does not deserve the answer.

You have Azul's routine memorised, so it's easy for you to sneak in and arrange your treasures carefully when he is away.

You then retreat and go to the shipwreck to wait.

And you wait. The minutes stretch, water shifting in quiet currents. You don't know how long you wait before you feel a movement. You immediately move and see Azul with your proposition in his hands.

"An intriguing proposition," he says, a smile on his face. "And what, pray tell, do you intend to offer me?"

You smile. The first time you had come to him, you had given up your voice. This time, you offer something else entirely.

Your honesty.

"I love you."

The words are free, without any hesitation. No conditions. No negotiations.

You take delight in the way he becomes flustered by your words. His mouth opens, then closes, as if his usual silver tongue has failed him. He looks a shade darker.

"That is quite the bold declaration. Rather unlike you, I must say." he says after a long moment of silence.

"You barely hear me talk. But, do you disapprove?"

Azul huffs, attempting to regain his composure. "I never said that. But, what do you expect in return?"

You shake your head. "Nothing. There is no price. Just a choice."

Love is not a transaction. Love is the fisherman’s quiet patience for his craft, the Leech twins’ unruly devotion, the way the sea cradles you even after you left it behind.

And love, you realize, is also this: waiting in the dim glow of a shipwreck while Azul processes the words you have laid bare before him.

"You have made quite the gamble," he murmurs.

You tilt your head. "And?"

"You’re a fool," he tells you, his voice fond.

But before you can respond, he closes the space between you. His hand, careful and slow, takes yours.

"You’ve made your offer," he says. "Allow me to make mine."

Your pulse stirs and your heart beats louder. "And what might that be?"

"Well," he echoes, with a fond smile on his face, "if you are offering your honesty, I suppose it is only fair that I offer you my devotion."

Your breath catches and Azul leans forward, leaving just enough space for you to close the distance if you so choose.

You do.

The ocean hums around you as your lips meet his. The shipwreck, the sea, the night itself fade into the background, leaving only the coolness of his touch, the curl of his fingers against your jaw, the soft exhale of breath between you.

And when you separate, you know you are content.

© ladyfocalors

[swanimagines]

Hello! So I've been reading a lot of your works *cough* mainly Kaz and Pin *cough* and I was wondering if I could request one? If so, A6 from your dialogue prompt list with Kaz Brekker. Have a great day <3

Prompt: A6. “Ugh, people are so weird.”

A/N: I still can't look at him without remembering I actually have HUGGED that man and I get to do it once more in two months I-

RUMOUR TOLD ME

Ketterdam, in its darkness and grimness, was the last place Kaz would expect to find someone like you. You, a cheery, warm person who believed all people were good unless proven otherwise. And even working with the Dregs hadn’t wiped that attitude off you, which had always puzzled Kaz. And maybe it was the way you always saw the good in everyone was what made him develop feelings for you. Or rather, as he convinced himself, he was maybe slightly interested, but not necessarily romantically.

Either way, he treated you like he had always treated you, as another Crow, and he thought everyone else thought so too. And maybe that’s why it was so shocking when you came to the Slat one day, laughing as you slid to sit at the bar counter, one stool away from Kaz.

He stared at you for a moment, and you locked eyes with him. “I just heard the funniest thing.”

“Can’t wait to hear it,” Kaz mumbled, glancing at the barkeeper who immediately started preparing a drink for him.

“There’s a rumour circling around that Kaz Brekker has a crush,” you snickered, and Kaz immediately froze. “And the crush being me. Ugh, people are so weird.”

A short silence descended upon you, and your giggling echoed in Kaz’s mind.

He closed his eyes for a moment. Get it together, Brekker.

“And you find it funny?” Kaz grumbled, which earned a frown from you.

“Well, we are complete opposites. I mean, I guess people who sent this rumour going are probably avid romance novel readers whose favourite trope is ‘opposites attract’ but I have no idea what kind of drink they took to get themselves so drunk that they spun out this kind of theory.” You shrugged, gesturing to the barkeeper to prepare a drink for you too.

Kaz scowled. “Those kinds of rumours should be cut off before they have a chance to fly.”

You laughed. “Oh come on Kaz, it’s just some children spinning stories for their entertainment, it won’t hurt anyone.”

Kaz almost barked at you, telling you that children of Ketterdam should know better than joke with things like that before someone teaches them what it’s like to lose the fun in their life forever, but he held himself back. His mind momentarily filled with pictures of what could happen if the wrong kind of people found out about that rumour and believed it. You’d disappear and eventually come back to the Slat, carried by Matthias, with a knife in your heart, your body already cold, eyes open, beginning to rotten, your mouth opened in an eternal scream–

Kaz shook his head, forcing himself to stop thinking about that scenario. 

“Rumours are dangerous,” he said, leaning towards you slightly. “Even ridiculous ones.”

You scoffed, waving your hand. “I know, but no one is going to believe something like that.”

Kaz withdrew, taking his cane and gripping the silver crow head. He wanted to tell you you’re off duty for a while. He wanted to claim he needed help in office work, which would bind you into Slat for a few weeks. He wanted to find whoever is spreading this rumour and warn them off, threaten them. Maybe even break their legs to ensure they won’t sing about it.

But even if that would work, and Kaz knew it would, it could be a sign that the rumour actually had truth to it. It would make him look weak, even if that person would never tell about his visit.

You got the drink and downed it, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, before you looked at Kaz again. “Do you have any tasks for me? If not, Inej said she’d like to have company when she goes to run an errand but if you have something more important to do, I’ll pass on that.”

Kaz clenched his jaw, staring at his still full glass of kvas. “No.” Be careful.

You nodded and disappeared to the crowd, and Kaz told himself to not look at you walking away. And as soon as your steps faded, he downed the drink and stood up, making his way to the attic. He needed to take his mind off of… this, whatever it was.

But of course, on his way, he came across Jesper waiting by Wylan’s door, spinning his other revolver. Kaz already saw from Jesper’s grin what he was going to say, that he had also heard the rumours. “Hey, Boss. Word is you’ve got a crush on our Sunshine the Second.”

Kaz cocked an eyebrow at him. “What makes you think that?”

Jesper stopped spinning his revolver and shrugged. “Well. It’s been obvious for all of us for a while. I suspected it, so I told Nina, and she listened to your heartbeat while our star Sunshine was around, and–”

“And nothing,” Kaz barked. “Whatever you have heard or understood, is not true.”

Jesper cackled, and Kaz wanted nothing more than to stuff the handle of Jesper’s beloved revolver into his throat at that moment. But it was more because he realised everyone knew. His Crows, at least, knew.

When Jesper stopped cackling, his tone was more serious. “But hey, I understand that this… thing isn’t a good thing to be circling around. If you want some of us to go uh, find out who put the rumour to circle in the first place, just tell us.” He winked. “And of course, no telling your beloved.”

Kaz thought, staring at Jesper. He wanted to keep denying it, tell Jesper everyone are idiots, doubt Nina’s skills as a heartrender. But he knew that nothing would work anymore, everything would just confirm their every suspicion, those that were true and those that were not true.

So he nodded. “Deal with it. Quietly.”

Jesper nodded in return. “Always, boss.”

And when Kaz continued ascending the steps, he could almost hear Jesper’s grin. If there had been some doubt in Jesper’s mind, now there most definitely wasn’t.

Kaz knew that his Crows knowing except for you was miles better than the whole Ketterdam knowing. If everyone knew, or if such suspicions would rise to any extent, they would inevitably eventually go straight to rivaling gangs. And at that point, depending on how stupid they were, they could follow the rumour just in case and ambush you.

They would be stupid because if you were killed by a gang, Kaz wouldn’t rest before each one’s guts had painted every wall of their past territory, but they would also be smart because they’d take away the one thing Kaz truly cared about in this world, and it would be the second time around. Kaz wasn’t sure if he would ever recover, which would potentially make him weak in a way, maybe even suicidal with his hunger for bloodshed. He could be the most feared person in all of Kerch for a few weeks, but constantly throwing himself in situations he could get killed would eventually kill him. It could even be his goal, to die fighting and take as many of his enemies with him before that.

But after those little gossipers would be getting caught and warned off, things would maybe become better, and Kaz would be able to forget about this whole mess.

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[planetallure]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ fic recs

CW: these works contain explicit content intended for those 18+. make sure to read the rules of the writers before interacting.

@peterthepark : coming back to this blog made me realize when exactly i started back reading fanfic fr. the moment that was eddie mf munson, touched something in me. reign was one of my first intros that really stuck with me. it kinda blew my mind and scared me at the same time because i was like…how do i move on…what’s better than this??? brilliance. creative genius. like what more do you want from me? reign, i miss you. <3

i rec literally anything she’s written about eddie or tasm!peter parker.

@ohcaptains : i really don’t know what to tell you man. leah. is. HER. she simply does not miss. funny story: when i first started my old blog, it was ageless so i ended up getting blocked. so i pm’d her basically begging to come back home because i knew what i had lost. i’m not ashamed.

"dealers choice" - if you happened to miss the moment that was eddie munson or you miss his character or you were never really into him, this lil universe is for you. <3

"learning in public" - carmy x fem!reader. he needs it. he wants it. he has to have it. a man on his knees. enjoy.

"don't you dare fall in love" - heads up this one was discontinued and will not be continued (so don’t go harassing her about it) but the last part has an open ending so don’t let that stop you. college student/dealer!ellie x fem!reader. it’s beautiful and perfect. enjoy.

also ALL of her frank castle, abby anderson, tasm!peter parker fics. thank youuu

@inknopewetrust : this woman is a W R I T E R. the beautiful angsty things that come from her brain need to be cherished. thank you for your service.

“hoping i’ll find [a glimpse of us]” - when i tell you this shit was so fricking good!!!!!?! another piece of LITERATURE that i couldn’t believe i got to read for free on tumblr. i am such a sucker for a angsty slow burn and this still lives in me head rent free to this day. the tension had me giggling and laughing and biting my nail and crying. i need to spin back. i need to feel something!!

“secret” : now this one was a sexy forbidden romance. eddie’s our man who isn’t our man but is and oh m gee the angst in this one got me too, though it wasn’t as much. preppy!reader x eddie munson iykyk.

@etherealising : the absolute sweetest person i’ve met on here. every interaction i have with her just makes me smile. on TOP of that she’s a beautiful writer and storyteller. vee you have my heart.

“all i ever knew only you” - the best carmy x oc fic i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading on here. i’m so emotionally attached to this series, its characters and i think it has such re-readablity . the characterization is also so well done carmy x baby 4life. it’s currently discontinued but she is currently doing a rewrite and it’s going really well! in the meantime, please don’t let that stop you from reading the original while it’s still up. you won’t regret it.

“a buried and a burning flame” - vee single-handedly has me looking a richie different now. like…wait a minute :)) the bickering and banter is so fun. tension? check. spice?? check.

“flew like a moth to you” - a continuation of the one above. babyyyy!!! yes, yes, uh huh 🙂‍↕️ these two? LOVE EM. he’s officially in my heart.

@totheblood : star is so kind and super creative. she has created some of my favorite ellie williams smau’s on here.

"the hard way" - rockstar!ellie williams x ex-gf!reader smau. you guys are brought together again to solve the mystery that is the anonymous account blackmailing the two of you. mmm, nothing like the takedown of a shady mf to bring the girls together again :)

@cherriesxinthespring : another sweetheart with a beautiful mind. ik people get the characterization/true nature of ellie so wrong, but not rosie. she gets it.

“wasteland, baby!” - the wlw true enemies to lovers slow burn i’ve been dreaming of. tap in. right now.

@elliesbelle

“nobody compares to you” : a deliciously angsty slow burn second chance romance (ex!ellie x f!reader)

all the text convos for abby and ellie.

@newasskid : this blog makes me so nostalgic. THE first fic series that i read and rebloged when i started my first ff blog, came from this writer. i honestly feel it was my first time reading fanfic that wasn’t a silly little wattpad story or imagine and i was honestly gagged. i was like, “this…this is literature.” what can i say? i love good ass characterization! and this one was no exception.

“hard knock life” - like i said i was gagged with how good it was. i read the first two chapters back in 2022 and i still remember the feeling i felt reading them. this new blog i’m making is a fresh start for me and a chance for me to get back into old fandoms. will be revisiting this one soon.

@lovelettersfromluna

"one of your girls" - biker!ellie/roommate!ellie/camgirl!ellie x f!reader ALL rolled into to this ridiculously sexy little universe!! i love these two so much :’(

"compass" - vampire!ellie !!!! my new favorite thing. the way luna writes her feeding on reader ALONE is the most erotic and intimate thing. my god this was hot.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sending all of this beautiful writers my love and respect y’all are amazing and so important. <3

[crowmero]

I want to talk in defense of Liam Evans

And say that from all the routes I have read from Ikevil so far (everyone minus William) he is still my absolute favorite.

I feel like this is because I find his story to be very well rounded, the antagonist is connected* so it doesn't feels like the conflict is something that just exist in the background for the sake of it. It makes the story more coherent and not all over the place. The conflict solves in a way I find satisfying too (love it when the MC makes bold choices).

I also really like all the topics that are touched with Liam that I understand that are heavy for some people, but it was very important to me, I have a lot of feelings for Liam. The amount of problems he has make him very real and more human to me. Is very human to have fear, to have trauma, to be unhealthy, to self-harm, to have depression, to feel unwanted, undesirable, to feel like a reject, wanting to die**.

I also remember how he told us this and he lived to my expectations, he keep his word and I respect that. I had so much fun with him.

I really wanted to say all this because I don't feel like he deserves to be in the last place*** and I know I can't fight with the perception of everyone out there, but this is something that spins in my head all the time: that he is really good and deserves better.

I'm not Liam best warrior but I will stand for him.

*In that matter, Harrison story is also well done because there is also a connection and he has good motives to be where he is.

**All the characters in this game self-harm in a way or another, everyone has their own issues, but every one deals with it in different ways.

***I'm cursed with loving unpopular men since Midnight Cinderella, I feel like the ranking exist just for Cybird to learn for what characters they need to charge more, having your favorite ranking higher sometimes doesn't mean you will get more content at all.

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

Draco had got barely halfway across the Entrance Hall when it happened. He felt the Trip Jinx round his ankles before he saw his assailants, and he went sprawling hard onto the cold stone floor, the wind knocked out of him, his wand spinning away to clatter out of sight and well out of reach. He lay on his front, coughing and gasping with ugly laughter ringing in his ears.

"Nasty tumble, there Malfoy," jeered someone behind him. "You want to mind where you're going, or you could hurt yourself."

Draco pushed up onto his hands and knees, still trying to get his breath. There was no way he could reach his wand before they jinxed him again; he hadn't even seen where it landed. He never was any good at muggle duelling. He got one leg under him, bracing himself to be knocked flat again, and heard a shout from above him.

"Protego!"

The jinx bounced off the Shield, and Draco got to his feet under its protection. Harry Potter was striding down the marble staircase toward them looking like a thunderstorm. Halfway along he stooped and picked up Draco's wand. He hardly glanced at Draco as he passed him and marched up to the little knot of seventh years picking themselves up from where they'd been hit by the rebounding jinx.

"Think it's funny to knock people down, do you, McLaggen?" snarled Potter, glaring up at the biggest of the lot.

"Oh don't get your wand in a knot, Potter. It's only Malfoy," said McLaggen in the sort of tone you might use to say 'It's only a slug.' "No love lost there, eh?"

"It doesn't matter who it is! We're not doing things like that anymore," Potter said furiously. "We just got done with a fucking war, and you want to keep fighting? You lot want to keep it going just for fun? Well, I don't, and I better not see you do that again! Now clear off! Twenty points from Gryffindor!"

"You can't--"

"Too fucking right I can! Now get back to your common room!" And, perhaps because Potter was Head Boy, perhaps because he looked like he could spit nails, or perhaps simply because he was Harry Potter, they did clear off. Potter watched them go, then turned to Draco. He still looked quite angry, but he was clearly trying to gather himself, "You okay?"

Draco had grazed his palms rather badly from throwing his hands out when he landed; his left wrist and forefinger were throbbing mightily, and his chest still ached, but he shrugged, "Fine."

Potter grabbed his sleeve and pulled Draco toward him to inspect his injuries, "Liar. You should go to the hospital wing and get that sorted out."

"I'll live," said Draco, but he didn't withdraw.

Potter frowned at him, chewed his lip. "I heal it for you if you'd rather," he offered after a moment.

"If nothing else will please you."

Potter pointed his wand at Draco's bleeding hands, "Episkey." The scrapes vanished, and Draco felt the spell heal his sprained wrist and finger as well. Potter pressed something into Draco's hands. Draco's wand. Draco had already forgotten he'd picked it up.

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Excerpt from my new fic Queen of the Weeds! Drarry, Rated E, 60K. This is a coming of age story about figuring out who you're going to be and what you're going to do after your life very publicly falls apart. Draco and Harry become friends and more after they both return to Hogwarts for their 8th year after the war.

This fic is not a WIP, it is complete. I will be posting new chapters on Sundays and Thursdays until the whole thing is up.

Also gratitude to Allie @oflights from whom I got the poem that I took the title from.

Edit: This fic is now completely posted! You can read all 10 chapters now now now! I hope you enjoy reading it, because it was such a genuine pleasure to write, and I'm really going to miss working on it! Get the whole story here on AO3!