#um I get mad high off your musk

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

So, uh shared grandfather on mother's side and same father. Man what the fuck is that all about.

[the-hopeless-haze]

A Dwindling, Mercurial High

Pairing: Elliot Stabler/reader

A/N: Okay so I had a dream about Stabler the other night and he’s my original SVU crush (sorry Barba) and I had “Illicit Affairs” stuck in my head the whole day after so I had to write this. Thank you to @caked-crusader​ and @detective-giggles​ for encouraging my insanity lol!

Content Warning: NSFW due to sex. Brief mentions of cases that Elliot is working on. Infidelity.

The first time you met Elliot, it was because Dickie had a bad asthma attack and had to be hospitalized overnight. You were fresh out of nursing school, more anxious than confident, and it was a night from hell in that pediatric ward, maybe the worst you’d seen in the couple months since you’d started working. The charge nurse could only start one thing before she was asked to help with something else, two nurses called out and only one could cover, and everyone had at least a three-patient assignment. Suffice it to say tensions were high on that floor, and because Dickie wasn’t the sickest of your patients, you didn’t get to see him as often as you should have. Doing your best felt akin to doing nothing, and every time you came in the room, you apologized you hadn’t been able to come in fifteen minutes ago.

Elliot and Kathy told you it was okay and that they’d been through this before and knew what to expect. But it wasn’t really okay, you knew that. No one wanted to think that their nurse was too busy taking care of other sick children to pay attention to theirs.

Needless to say, you were far too busy that night to pay much attention to Elliot that night, but it wouldn’t be the last time you saw him, so maybe it didn’t matter. Still, sometimes you want to remember that glance that started everything because you have so little to hold onto.

You nearly have a heart attack the next week when your nurse manager says an NYPD detective needs to speak with you, and you nearly have another when you see Elliot’s face. You’ll remember the glance vividly this time; you look down at the linoleum hospital floor before finally sweeping your eyes across his face. He’s not mad; you can tell he’s the kind of man who’d let you know if he was angry, so you try to still your shaking hands.

“I just wanted to let you know Dickie’s doing a lot better,” he says, the hint of a smile on his lips. “Thank you.”

“Um, you’re welcome. I’m sorry I couldn’t have been more help—"

“Don’t beat yourself up, kid. It was a madhouse in here that night. Besides, I know it was you who got the doctor to switch his meds. They’re working a lot better now. He can actually sleep through the night.”

“Well, that’s great!�� you say brightly, genuinely feeling a lot better about that night now. “Did you really come out all this way just to tell me?”

He chuckles, shakes his head. “No. I’m working. Victim’s getting a rape kit done here, so I thought I’d see if I could find you while I wait.”

“Oh,” you say, your eyes widening. “What unit do you work on?”

“Special Victims. I’d say I hope I see you around, but I really don’t want my work to bring me to this floor.”

“Me neither. I sincerely hope I never see you again,” you say, smiling, and he smiles back, claps you on the shoulder and thanks you again before leaving.

“He was hot,” Tammy, your best friend on the ward, says as she comes over. “And he came back to see you. Maybe you should ask him out?”

“Well, he’s married,” you laugh. “All the DILFs are. Wives don’t wanna let that go.”

And you really thought that was that. You did have your fair share of DILFs come through that floor, and on slower shifts you’d fantasize about what it would be like to be the other woman, especially when couples would argue to the point of tears. Sure, tensions were always high when children were ill, but those screaming matches were always the result of a more systemic issue within their relationship. Some marriages were destined to fall apart, and sometimes it was exhilarating to dream about being the catalyst, even if you’d never actually act on it. No harm done in imagining yourself with a man you’d only see once in your life.

But you’d see Elliot again in a few months when his job did in fact bring him to your floor. He’s accompanied by a brunette woman, who you later learn is his partner, Olivia. You have no idea how they do their jobs. Sick kids you could handle, but children that had been abused, that were put into that hospital bed, not by the hands of a virus or disease process but by the hands of an adult... it was enough to turn your stomach. But now, at least, you had a direct line to call whenever you thought something iffy was going on between a family, as Elliot gave you his card. He said he trusts your judgment. You tried to suppress your heart fluttering. You’re too young to be having palpitations, but you can’t help staring at him longingly the whole time he’s there talking to the doctor, and you hope neither he nor Olivia notices. He just cared so much, and there’s nothing that gets the ovaries into action like seeing a man that protective over children.

You have to realize, though, that he was just being nice, and he just wanted another set of eyes out there to make sure no one got away with hurting children. You were all too happy to fill that role, anyway. It was a noble one. It had nothing to do with you specifically, and you had to be okay with that.

But fate is a funny thing, because even though you dated around throughout the next couple years, even though you had plenty of other things to occupy your time... Elliot always came back into your life somehow. Just when you thought you forgot about him, it seemed like he was waltzing onto your floor, or, god forbid, there was a child’s family you wanted him to speak to and make sure was alright.

Most times he came empty-handed and almost every time he came with Olivia, but on occasion, he’d show up by himself and with two coffees. And you grew up a little in those couple of years, even if you never grew past harboring your little crush on Elliot. You lost your anxiety that came with being a fledgling nurse and enrolled in a nurse practitioner program. You had your heart broken a few times and you broke a few hearts of your own. You moved out of your parent’s apartment and got your own place.

As for Elliot? Those years didn’t treat him as kindly. He wasn’t growing up as much as he was going down. Kathy wanted to leave him, he felt like he was losing touch with his kids, and his career path only fueled the anger that gnawed at him day after day and night after night. How the hell did his life get this fucked?

Of course, you weren’t privy to this information until he punched a hospital wall. It was a long night, and one of the children he rode on the ambulance with didn’t make it. You were upset, too, of course, even though he wasn’t your patient, and you couldn’t wait to get out of here and cry over a bottle of wine. But when Elliot’s fist connected with the wall, you knew your night was going to end much differently.

“(Y/n)! Are you busy? I need you to take your cop friend out of here. We don’t want the parents seeing that. Go! Clean up his hand and make sure he’s billed for that wall,” the doctor barks at you. “You gonna move?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it, Doc,” you murmur, but you’re frozen in place at the nurse’s station. You can’t help staring at Elliot as he steps out of the room, with his chest heaving, his hand bloodied, his blue eyes ablaze. Eventually, your legs cooperate with you again, and you nod at him, motioning for him to follow you down the hallway. You grab some gauze and alcohol from the supply closet on the way and lead him into an empty room, taking his hand in yours. “Can you make a fist for me? I need to see if it’s broken.”

Elliot doesn’t say anything; he barely even looks at you, but he does as you ask.

“Okay. Good. You're just gonna be a little sore. You can relax it now. The alcohol is going to sting—“

“I know,” he says hollowly.

“I’m sorry. You’re the oldest patient I’ve had since I was in school,” you say, feeling your face flush as you grab the alcohol and wipe his knuckles. "This isn't the first time you've attacked a wall, then, hm?"

Elliot shoots you a withering look and you swallow thickly. Was he going to yell at you now? Thankfully, he sighs and the anger in his eyes fades. "Listen. I'm sorry you had to be here for that.”

"It's alright. I've seen worse. And I know it's tough, Elliot," you say. "Everyone handles grief differently."

"It ever get any easier for you?"

"No," you whisper, letting your hair fall in front of your eyes so he can't see them well up with tears as you lean over to bandage his hand. "Guess it never does. I don't get angry; I just get depressed. You don't want to get desensitized to it, though. I'd rather see people punch walls than not care."

Your breath catches in your throat as he pushes your hair back with his good hand, and he keeps it there on the side of your cheek. All this time, in the four years of knowing this man, and he'd never touched you like this. Come to think of it, you never exactly stood this close to him, either. Your relationship was always professional, despite all the times you wished it wasn't. Wasn't there a reason you two kept ending up in the same rooms? Wasn't there a reason you ended up in this one, alone? And you could get drunk off his scent, couldn’t you? The slight musk of sweat from his earlier exertion, the woodsy headiness of his cologne, the hint of spearmint on his breath from his mouthwash... it was all too much, and it’s all you have in you to not lean into his touch, to not lean over and press your mouth to his...

“Elliot—“

"Don't talk," he murmurs. "Unless you want to stop me. Do you?”

You wouldn’t dare.

When your lips finally do connect, it's electric, even though the only thing running through the back of your mind is how you'd probably be fired if anyone stepped into the room at this moment. You can't very well deny yourself what you've been wanting on and off for years, though, even if it’s wrong. His hands grab your waist and yours find purchase on his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex underneath you as he moves you to straddle his thigh. You have to try very hard not to search for that friction your whole body aches for, not yet, not when you don’t know how far he wants to take this and when you’re still on the clock.

“When do you get off?” he asks, and you both chuckle at the unintended double-entendre.

“At eleven.”

“Come have a drink with me.”

“I don’t want a drink. I want to continue this,” you purr, getting off his lap to fix the bandage and tape it down.

“You sure?”

“Elliot, I thought you’d never ask me. I would’ve been sure four years ago,” you say, feeling slightly guilty at that, but it was true. The more you saw of him without his wife and children the easier it was to forget that they were the reason you met him in the first place. And if at any time he kissed you like that? You know you’d be putty in his hands just like you were now. “You don’t need to go back to the precinct?” You don’t dare ask about home. Selfishly, you don’t want that to cross his mind.

“I’ll be back here by eleven.”

It’s another breathless kiss before you’re out the door, heading back to finish your shift.

“The hell are you all red for, (y/n)?” Tammy asks as you round the corner.

“Nothing,” you say. “Just ran up here. You need anything?”

“Ran up here? Weren’t you taking care of... oh. You’re playing with fire, girl,” she says, smirking.

“Shut up,” you say, but you can’t force your cheeks to cool down. “Nothing happened.”

“Mm. Be careful. He’s still married, isn’t he?”

You wouldn’t listen. You were only after chasing that high, even if it was only born to die in front of your eyes. —- You’re straining against your handcuffs, and you can’t see Elliot at all through the blindfold, but you can feel his hands and his mouth, hot and heavy, touching you everywhere. You have no clue where to focus, and you still can’t quite believe he’s here in your apartment. Part of you expected him to stand you up and realize that he should be going home instead of taking you to bed. But he either didn’t have that epiphany or he didn’t care - and you were desperate enough for him that you’d take either - and so began your first illicit meeting.

“I told you to stop pulling at those, baby,” Elliot says, his tone stern. “You’re going to make yourself bleed.”

“Maybe if you gave me what I wanted, I wouldn’t have to—“

He cuts you off with a firm kiss, and you can feel his cock hard against your thigh, and not being able to see only heightens the sensation. “You gonna give me attitude, baby? I don’t think so. Why don’t you relax? I’m gonna take care of you. Gonna take my time though. Been four years of seeing your ass in those tight scrubs and not being able to do fucking anything about it.”

“You noticed me…. Like that?”

“You think I’d be here if I didn’t? Don’t act innocent now. You know what you do to me.”

Of course, you had noticed him looking at you sometimes, but you never let yourself read into it, but now, everything was coming back to you and… oh, fuck, finally he slips two fingers into your entrance and you’re drawn out of your thoughts, arching your back as he drags his fingers across your walls, painstakingly slow.

“You’re fucking soaking, baby girl,” he grunts. “You think you can take three? Mm. Gonna stretch you out a little.”

His bandaged hand comes to still your hips and you can’t believe he’s fucking you this good with his non-dominant hand, his thumb flicking against your clit every so often, those little shocks of pleasure bringing you closer to the million little deaths you deserved. Sometimes you’d feel his mouth where you’d least expect it, too, his tongue licking a trail up your stomach to take your nipple in his mouth or his teeth and tongue working on leaving a mark on your collarbone.

“Please. So close, El,” you pant, rolling your hips in vain.

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, come on, let go, baby,” Elliot growls in your ear. “Just let go.”

And you do, falling apart with his name on your lips before he kisses you again, swallowing down all your moans and whimpers, his hands leaving your lower body to find purchase in your hair.

“You good?” he asks, barely pulling away from your mouth.

“So good,” you gasp, straining upward to press your lips to his again.

“Gonna fuck you now, baby, that okay?”

“More than okay.”

You’re so wet he doesn’t meet much resistance, but you’re still sensitive from your orgasm so soon before, and combined with the fact that you can’t see or touch him - it was almost too much at once.

“Oh fucking hell,” Elliot grunts. “You good?”

“Yes. Please start fucking moving,” you whine. “Fuck me hard.”

You can tell he needs that; he needs to let go of all his pent-up anger and frustration, and you didn’t really care if at the expense of that you couldn’t walk tomorrow. You’d do anything, anything for just the chance to occupy a sliver of his life.

And God, once given permission, he doesn’t hold back at all. He sets a brutal pace, the bed shaking and moving in tandem with the force of his thrusts. You can’t see him, obviously, but you can feel the weight on the bed shift and his angle change as he grips the headboard, driving into you so roughly you think you might black out. He starts grunting softly with every thrust, and then, oh - you feel him move back down, his lips catching yours and his hands cupping your breasts and it’s all you can do to fight with your body not to come yet; you want to come with him, experience this high together.

“Fuck, (y/n), so good,” he groans, his tongue running over the bruise he’d sucked onto your skin earlier, and you whimper in response. “So fucking good for me, taking my cock so good. Knew you’d be fucking amazing.”

If his dirty talk wasn’t enough to send you over the edge, well, he adjusts his angle with a particularly strong thrust of his hips and you’re pulling on the handcuffs again, the sting as they slice into your wrists a sharp contrast to the impending pleasure - if you could just hold on - and thankfully, Elliot’s panting brusquely in your ear that he’s close, that you should let go again. Coming together is a beautiful euphoria - one that was desperately needed after the night you had, after the four years of longing stares that neither of you, apparently, knew was reciprocated until now. But like the end of all highs, you have to come down at some point. Elliot lifts the blindfold and looking into his eyes for the first time since he stripped you naked, you can’t help but feel like a fucking mess. But you know you’d do it again, and again, and again...

“I told you not to pull at those,” he tsks, leaning over to unlock the handcuffs and free your wrists. “You’re bleeding, (y/n).”

And, like some bad deja vu, Elliot’s cleaning your wounds with alcohol like you did for him only hours prior.

And after, he stays and talks with you a little, mentions vaguely his marriage is going downhill, which you could have easily figured out yourself, and when you wake up in the morning, he’s gone without a trace. You had to expect that he couldn’t stay, and you wonder what lie he fed his wife. You wonder if she believed it. Was this just a one time thing? Maybe you just both needed to get this out of your system, as almost half a decade of sexual tension needed to be dealt with somehow.

But no. Like always, you see him again, and on most occasions, now, he ends up tangled in your bedsheets. It feels like you’re always competing with other women for Elliot’s attention, whether it be Kathy or Olivia. But you take solace in the fact that you’re the only one he’s going to fuck like this. Olivia’s his partner, and that relationship is already too close for comfort to bring sex into. And if he came home with handcuffs and a blindfold to his wife, she’d drag his ass to therapy. You’re the only woman in his life that he can use for this, and that thought alone could get you high, could get you off. And sometimes, that feels like all he’s using you for, a sense of release for the moments when he doesn’t want to be at home and he can’t be at work. But other times - he lets you in, tells you jokes, tells you stories - and in some ways you’ve never felt this close to another person. He played such a different role in all the other areas of his life - but with you - he didn't have to play one, and sometimes you caught a glimpse of the man he was before all his burdens were placed onto his shoulders. You know you’ll never have a relationship like this with anyone else.

And for that reason, you’ll always answer the phone when he calls, even if you ruin yourself every time. You would for him. You always would for him.

[atinybitofau]

S E O N G H W A ⇰ office au

THE ONE WHERE YOUR BOSS IS YOUR STRESS BALL

warning: cheating may be present.

p.s I think I have a thing for stress balls lmao

• you had a great time tonight.

• the absolute best

• having Seonghwa’s undivided attention on you.

• on his birthday.

• you’ve been close friends for so long

• since he hired you 3 years ago

• and you were flattered by his attempt to bring you even closer.

• he had a small party with like 8 other friends of his.

• some being his closest friends girlfriends.

• you kind of felt out of place but he never let you get to 100%.

• not a chance.

• “You sure you’re gonna be okay?”

• you look at Seonghwa from the passenger seat of his car, cuddled up in a scarf he gave you when he offered to take you home.

• your boyfriend was apparently too busy to pick up your calls to pick you up so it was nice of him to offer.

• you think,

• sometimes Seonghwa is too good to be true.

• too good of a boss.

• an even better friend

• and his smile SENDS

• but you have a boyfriend that beat him to it.

• that you kind of love?

• “I’ll be okay.” you smile at him even though you were no match for his. “Thank you Seonghwa. I had a great time and I really hope my gift doesn’t disappoint you.”

• you remember the teddy bear you saw in the massage section of the mall—

• thinking since he’s always been there to relieve your stress.

• he deserves something that could relieve his.

• his fingers effortlessly lace through his golden hair when he lowly chuckles. “Your gifts could never disappoint me, y/n. You are a gift.”

• you snicker though your heart feels flattered by his compliment. “There’s obviously something wrong with you then.”

• you wave him off again when you’re looking through his car window, wanting to see him off properly.

• still smiling at him like an idiot.

• “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

• after a smile like that, he couldn’t wait.

• he nods, lips never frowning whenever he sees you. “Bright and early.”

• you kind of feel good coming home this time.

• your relationship hasn’t been good to you and neither has work.

• Seonghwa just gave you the best tension dropper you could ever think of.

• but you think maybe it’s time you mend things up with your boyfriend.

• who isn’t as high on the board as Seonghwa is

• but still your department boss..

• so you kind of need to amend the relationship?

• you’re on lighter feet now.

• but once your lighter feet take you the pits of hell, you start to think none of it.

• no, more like you want to cut that measly prick’s balls off.

• “What. The. Actual. Fuck.”

• your boyfriend’s stuttering to pull his hard dick out of a woman you’ve never seen before—

• wait..

• IS THAT YOUR ROOMMATE?!

• “Y-y/n it’s not what it looks like.”

• how fucking corny.

• that he uses a line so known in these kinds of situations.

• “So it doesn’t look like you’re shoving your dick down my roommates vag?”

• “No?”

• there are two things you could do right now.

• you could cry.

• cry and kick them both out of YOUR apartment and be okay with seeing him at work tomorrow

• OR.

• you can find something else to relieve the pain.

• relieve the anger and the stress from someone who knows how

• and has the power to fire your boyfriend from not only your workplace but your life.

• so you grab your car keys from its place on the hook with your last will of staying sane in front of your cheating EX.

• “Oh by the way? Fuck you.”

• see normal people would be devastated by this.

• except...

• no except you kind of knew it was over with him before it happened.

• now you’re driving like a mad man, hormones on fire, to a place you had just came from hoping the party had ended and you’d have him all to yourself.

• even having the constant fear of driving not keeping you from getting to Seonghwa’s in 10 minutes flat.

• “Y/n? What are you doing here?”

• so the party hasn’t ended yet.

• you gulp and look over Hongjoong’s shoulder for Seonghwa who was cleaning up in his kitchen.

• “Um.. well you see. I um.”

• maybe you should just cry.

• yeah.

• and think why do things like this always happen to you?

• and that wanting Park Seonghwa,

• your boss by all means,

• to help you with your relationship problems?

• on his birthday no less.

• sounding even more far fetched then the first.

• “Y/n?”

• Seonghwa sees you now and stops.

• he knows you good enough.

• that you wouldn’t be visibly shaking on the verge of tears at his doorstep right after he had just dropped you off not even 20 minutes ago

• shocked that you, a woman with a drivers license but a strong fear of driving,

• got here in less than 30 minutes. Let alone 10.

• but he knew your boyfriend had been a cheater before you two even got together.

• now he definitely knows why you’re here.

• “Hey guys! Y/n’s back!”

• choruses of your name and whoops are sounded but you don’t feel happy.

• you can’t even force a smile.

• just looking at Seonghwa was the only thing you could think of to keep you from crying your eyes out.

• he’s careful when he closes the door behind him cupping your cheeks in his hands to search.

• search for some consolidation.

• “What’s wrong?” he asks you even though he knows.

• you let a tear slip unconsciously and shyly look to your feet. “I.. I need a hug.”

• he smiles softly before his large figure engulfs you into his.

• he lets you cry against him because he can’t fathom seeing it.

• rather have you buried into his body instead of seeing it with his eyes.

• thinks it might just kill him.

• or he might just kill someone else.

• “I knew too. That he was acting weird this whole month and I told you, remember?”

• “Hm.” Seonghwa hums in approval while rubbing circles on your back.

• you don’t know why it felt good.

• why it feels good after you found your boyfriend cheating on you?

• but Seonghwa feels good and he always has

• and don’t you know it.

• “Y-you’re my boss, Seonghwa. I don’t ever want to burden you with my problems cause it’s my personal life, you know? You don’t need my problems to be fucking up your peace of mind.”

• he doesn’t want hear that.

• he holds you back, hands cupping your ugly crying face—

• which he thinks is the prettiest thing in the world by the way.

• “Hey.” He leans his forehead on yours because he thinks it’s right. “Don’t say that now. You know I would never think that way.”

• he’s too nice to you.

• it doesn’t hurt at all.

• the agony.

• and you think it’s because the man you really love is holding you while you cry off the guilt of loving someone else.

• “Didn’t have anyone else to go to,” you admit crying into his perfectly clean white shirt. “Even if I did, wouldn’t be as nice as you are to me. As good as you are.”

• “I know what you’re thinking, y/n.” He replies quickly before you could add on. “And no you don’t sound like an obsessed female with wild hormones.”

• you want to laugh because he always knew how to say the randomness things at great times.

• you curl a little more confidently against him now. “That’s good to know.”

• Seonghwa’s daring,

• though you’re mentally not in the state,

• how he wants to kiss you so you forget all about your problems.

• how he wants you to use his lips as your personal stress ball every day for the rest of your lives.

• but instead says something on the lines of, “I’m willing to be here. Every day listening to every word— bad and good. Regardless if I’m your boss.”

• your eyes shut when his breath fans your lips.

• your tears stop.

• and you think the mint and whiskey musk he breathes out was why.

• “Seonghwa, you don’t deserve me.. I don’t deserve you.”

• when your eyes are closed.

• his eyes are wide open.

• staring right at your lips.

• “I know this might sound stupid right now cause your dumb excuse of a boyfriend just cheated on you but I mean it when I say this y/n,”

• you gasp inaudibly, heart racing and gut clenching when his lips sting against yours.

• “I want you to use me. Use me to relieve your stress every fucking day until the day you die. And I want it to start today.”

• your face is contorted in mixed emotions when he abruptly kisses you.

• and you’re gone—

• already far past your unresolved ill fated relationship with your EX

• and now hopelessly in the clouds kissing the person you should’ve been kissing since the beginning.

• he pulls back when he feels you move but grunts a little when he finds you’ve only adjusted for comfort.

• arms around his neck on your tippy toes, smile peppering you’re intimate kisses.

• he’s lifting you like a princess with his gentle arms wrapped around your arched waist.

• falling deeper into the trap of love you set for him when you applied to work for his company in the first place.

• “That I’m willing to be just as good as a stress ball for you as much as you will for me.” you tell him not wanting you to seem any dishonest

• you know he believes you when his teeth press your lips and you feel he’s smiling.

• “Took the words right out of my mouth, love.”

• it’s even better when he has you on his lap first thing next morning covered in love bites,

• as he gives you all the right to fire your ex as his new girlfriend.

• who said office romances were so cliche?

@atinybitofau

[pinkykitten]

Forest pt. 1

 Castlevania 

Alucard Tepes x female! reader

Warning: cursing, violence, gore, mentions of blood

Specifics: chapter fic, romance, angst, fluff, not requested, action, adventure, race neutral reader, human reader

People: alucard tepes, monster thingy from the show

Words: 3,338

Summary: Since Alucard lives in the forest now in Dracula’s castle he meets the reader in the forest and in that moment he starts to have a liking towards her and is very bashful, blushy and romantic towards her and she is a goofball and is very silly and lighthearted. From the moment that they met all Alucard wants to do is protect the reader no matter what is takes. 

Authors Note: god alucard is so sexy and so beautiful like god dang! lol sorry im a bit of a horny nerd. anywho its rlly late where im at andddddd i cant go to sleep cuz i slept the whole day so ayyyee. anywho i was inspired idk where but i was inspired to write this bc i think alucard deserves love and someone who adores him like i do. i loved writing this tho and rlly want to write for castlevania more but this is going to be chapters idk how many yet lets just see where the wind takes us i hate planning anyways. IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS THO I AINT EVEN MAD ABOUT IT!!!!! LIKE YASSSSSSSSSS

“Alright so its been almost a month and I haven’t died. That must mean I’m doing something right.” You used a piece of wood you made into a cane to help you get up the steep hills. You were voyaging alone in the forest. You had a family that were settled more outside the town that you lived near. You were a large family and your siblings came down with a sickness. You were determined to find a cure and determined to find medicine for them. As scary as it may have seemed you needed to put on a brave face for the dangers that lay out ahead. You knew those monsters walked around and as much as that terrified you, your siblings came first. At a young age, adventure excited you and you always wanted to prove to yourself and family that you were more than capable of doing things alone. 

You saw a river down below. The water rushing past rocks made you relaxed and with a glint in your eyes you smiled. “Aha!” You looked left and right, seeing if anyone was present. “Alone with just the woods and me. I knew mother was wrong. I can very much so take care of myself.” You threw your satchel on the floor alongside with your clothes. “I smell like a pig.” You chuckled at your joke. The cool, clear water was down below as you ran to it, looking forward to the coldness and the feeling of being clean. You jumped in not knowing someone was near. 

You dunked your face laughing. “And there’s fish!” You swam behind a light blue fish. Being at awe when you saw the way the fins shone from the sun. You picked it up skillfully and carefully you set it free. Your body delicately floated. “This is the life.” Birds chirped, the wind blew like a whisper against your cheek. 

But suddenly, the rustle of the trees alarmed you. You heard the snapping of a twig. Your head snapped to the noise. Fear bubbled inside you as you thought of all the possibilities. What if it was a bear? What if it were those monsters? Your heart sped fast as you backed out of the river. Your breathing was faster. You needed to get out of here. As you got out your back hit against fur. You quickly turned around as saw a huge demon, monster, you didn’t even know what but you knew it was from Dracula’s army. Its teeth were sharp and its eyes were bright and red. It was your worst nightmare. You erupted a scream as you sprinted around it, climbing the hill to where your satchel laid. 

“Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m gonna die!” You didn’t care about your nudeness, all that mattered to you was surviving. You tried to go as fast as possible but the creature landed in front of you, stopping you from escaping. It cornered you against a huge boulder and tree. With everything you had you lifted your cane high in the air and hit the monster. It didn’t even flinch. 

“What?” Your eyes widened in horror. The creature picked you up as if you weighed nothing and threw you against a tree. You cried out in pain as your back burned and ached to an extreme level. You then noticed that a tree branch stabbed right through your shoulder. The blood dripped down your arm onto your naked skin. You felt queasy and weak. Thoughts and last words echoed through your mind. The monster was about to devour you but a flash of blonde hair came into your vision and you saw, him.

This young man was nothing you’ve ever seen before. He was stronger than the average person, throwing the monster back and forth. He punched it high in the air and then threw it against the boulder. He was incredible. Full of power. Your eyes were starting to close and your vision grew blurry as the last thing you saw were the fangs that the man displayed. 

“Mother I had this terrible dream!” Your whole body shot up. That was a terrible decision as you winced in pain. “It was not a dream.” You breathed hard as you took in your surroundings. The fire was lit making the room comfortable as you were once shivering from being wet. It looked as if you were in the kitchen of somebody's house. “Hello?” Your throat was dry. You were in a stranger’s house. You were in a stranger’s house! “Oh dear.”  You were put high onto a table. You jumped off but were still too weak. You landed hard on your knees but caught yourself with your arms. Your shoulder pounding in pain. You became dizzy. You heard footsteps nearing. “Who are you?” You tried to stand up again but slipped into the arms of a man. 

“Hold on. You are still not well.” His voice came out almost like a whisper. He picked you up and sat you back on the table. “Also, I’m the man who saved your life.”

“That was you? That was, um, pretty amazing.” You curled into yourself. You were nervous around this man. He intimidated you and made you feel shy. He was very handsome and charming. “You kicked that things as* real good.”

The man chuckled, “thank you.”

You quickly looked at your nightgown. It was too big for you as the sleeves ate your arms and the collar was off the shoulders. Your eyes shot open. You were bashful. “Did you, um, see anything?”

He looked away, “I kinda had to. Sorry. You were naked when I saved you.”

“Great. That’s great,” you inhaled clapping your hands. Suddenly you sensed a throbbing pain on your shoulder and you looked to see a blood stain on the nightgown. “Um excuse me sir. Is that supposed to happen?”

The man looked worried as he laid you back down and pulled the nightgown down enough to see your shoulder. “It does not look good. It seems with that jump you reopened the stitches.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. God, this really hurts.”

He got to work on doing your stitches again as he got his items. “Bite down on this.” He opened his mouth to show the action and you saw his teeth. 

“Agh please don’t eat me! You’re a vampire aren’t you?” You flinched away. 

The man rolled his eyes as he shoved the cloth in your mouth but before he got started on you he said, “You are right. I am a vampire.”

You spat the cloth out, “I knew it. I also would like to know your name as this may be my last moment and I would like to remember who will either save me or take my life. My name is y/n l/n.”

“The names Alucard Tepes and this is going to sting a little.” With that Alucard poured some alcohol on your wounds. (im sorry i dont know how helping ppl w medical stuff works :( 

You shifted and tried pouncing up, fighting the urge to let out a blood curdling scream. But Alucard pushed you down with his hands, shushing you gently. “I know, this hurts.” You could almost sense some love and actual concern in his voice. His brows knitted, “I promise, you are almost finished.” 

You looked deep into Alucard’s eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. This man or vampire looked unreal. He looked made up, something from stories you read as a child, like a prince. You felt something go off within you. Not knowing if it was lust or something else but a fire erupted inside your soul as Alucard’s face inched closer to yours to get to work on your shoulder. His smell was intoxicating. Almost like a musk but yet something floral, fresh, mixed in. Your heart thumped faster at the contact. 

His plump lips quivered as they looked at your state. No way did he want this innocent soul as beautiful as you looked dying on his table. He already had to deal with a lot recently. He didn’t know why or understand but he had this inclination, this feeling, that he needed to keep you alive. He just had to. 

Unable to keep the scream at bay no more you let it out. Your veins protruding from your neck as you became dizzy and once again passed out.

Your eyes opened. Your body was aching. It felt like it went through war. You inhaled as you looked around again, but this time you were hoping things were not a dream as then Alucard would be fake. Remembering his name your head whipped to the side to see Alucard holding a wash cloth stained with blood. He was sound asleep. His head resting against his arm against the table. All the medical stuff was out and about as if he were still working on you. His back was arched at a odd position. 

“He must of fallen asleep while working on me,” you whispered to yourself. His hair sprayed out on his shoulders and table. Without a second thought you touched his hair lightly and you were shocked. It felt like silk upon your fingers! His golden eye lashes kissed his cheek as he snoozed so peacefully. You felt bad leaving him to worry for you and to be sleeping in an uncomfortable place. You felt you weren’t that deserving of such treatment.

You kicked your feet out and hopped off the table. Your feet pattered against the hard floor as you walked to Alucard. You snatched him a blanket you saw nearby and draped it over his tall, lean body. You smiled seeing how elegant and graceful he looked sleeping. 

You yawned, scratching your head as you looked upon the window and noticed it was raining. Surprisingly in this vampire but also a stranger’s house the rain seemed cozy and it made you feel at peace. It was dark in his house. The trees shook from the tiny wind and rain. 

“I must leave but I should thank Alucard for helping me with my wound last night. I probably wouldn’t have last without him.” Your mind wondered back to what happened at the river. Yes, Dracula was gone according to what the towns people said but why was his army still about, his monsters? It didn’t make sense to you. But what did you know? You were just a weak human living in a mysterious world you didn’t want any part of. 

You pulled out a chair and got to writing a thank you letter to Alucard, pulling out a pen, ink and a piece of paper.

“Dear Alucard. No, too direct. How about, to a savior? Too high and mighty.” Finally you had written your letter but it sounded very awkward and you were too much of a p*ssy to give it to Alucard. “Ugh this is hopeless.” You crumpled up the paper, throwing it on the floor by the garbage. 

You thought and thought and thought until an idea popped in your mind. “I know,” you snapped. “I’ll make him breakfast. My mother always says a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” You crossed your fingers, “lets just hope this man likes human food instead of hearts and blood.” You gulped. 

You rolled your sleeves up, washed your hands and brought out the pots and pans and butter. “I’m going to make toast, eggs, bacon, beans and mushrooms.”

You spiced up the food and placed them in a skillet. The sizzle satisfying your ears. The sun started to peak through the clouds as the aroma wafted through the house. You grinned, loving to cook and make a person happy with your hard work. “I hope he likes this.” You were almost finished when Alucard coughed behind you. 

You jumped, being in the zone. “Oh hi there,” you waved awkwardly. “My apologies if I woke you.”

“Uh, no I woke myself up,” his rough voice made your knees weak as it was still laced with sleep. He stretched, cracking some knuckles, yawning as well. “What I would like to know is what are you doing?”

“Well,” you started setting up the table cutely. “I wanted to say thanks for helping me back there. I was kind of a p*ssy to be honest and like a wuss so this is just a little thanks for all the help.”

Alucard didn’t know what to say so instead he just smiled. 

“Please, sit, sit, sit,” you pointed to the seats. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

Alucard awkwardly sat. Not ever having this type of service. He looked at you as you were preparing the finishing steps of your dish. The sun cascaded around you and you were illuminated like a goddess. You were breathtaking. Alucard blushed madly. You put everything on the table. Seeing Alucard’s expression you laughed, “are you alright?”

Alucard coughed, “yes, thank you for all of this. You really didn’t need to. It all looks beautiful.” He looked at the presentation. 

You took the seat beside Alucard. You could of sat anywhere else but you sat beside him. He almost couldn’t hear what you were about to say in that moment from how hard his heart was beating.  

“No need to thank me. I think we’ve done enough thanking and now its time to dig in.” You patted his hand. 

Alucard just looked at the food and he almost felt tears at his eyes. Nobody ever cared for him like this. 

“Is it okay? If its not to your liking I totally get it. You don’t have to eat it. I don’t even know if you like this stuff. I mean who knows maybe you only eat flowers and here I am serving you bacon and eggs.” You became flustered. 

“No, no, no this is lovely its just,” he choked back a cry. “Nobody has ever done anything like this for me, ever.”

You clutched onto his hand and gave him a beautiful smile. “Then that just means you have to eat double. As much and maybe more than what your stomach can hold.” You giggled.

Alucard blushed again as he started to eat quickly. Enjoying every moment of your company and food. “The beans are delicious.”

“Well I’m glad you liked them. Its my mum’s recipe, she always makes them like this.” You then recalled why you came on this journey in the first place. “My satchel!”

“Don’t worry, its safe.”

You raised your brow, “did you take a look?”

Alucard paused, “no, I would never.” He took a bite out of his bread. Chewing on the piece silently. “Maybe just a tiny peek.”

You pouted, “Nosy. I should of locked it.”

“Why do you have all those books in your bag anyways?” Alucard crossed his legs as he took a sip of his coffee. His light orbs staring intently at you. 

Seeing the rain start to become tiny droplets of rain you thought about your family and how you missed them. This was all for them. “My siblings you see are very ill,” your hand shook with anxiety. “My village is very poor and we are limited in resources, especially medicine. We’ve tried everything and nothing seems to work. They just seem to be getting worse. I’ve been researching and trying to find an answer and supposedly, I read that there is a certain flower that only grows in a specific area that may cure the illness. In the books there is a map and that’s why I was led to that river well more like I wanted to take a bath and that’s what led me to the river. But I’ve been on this trail for a while. I’m just, scared because it all depends on me. If I can’t find this flower, if I can’t find a cure and my family dies it will be my fault. I would have killed them.” You didn’t even realize it but you were crying. 

Alucard saw you were distressed and held onto your hand. He comforted you through your anxiety. Your teary eyes looked into his and he gave you a toothy smile, “I’ll help you find it.”

“What?” You rubbed your eyes.

“I know the place you need to go. I can guide you there. Besides the outside world is very dangerous for a beautiful girl such as yourself. I can see that this means a lot to you and I want to help.”

You dropped your fork and got out of your chair. “You mean it? You aren’t joking?”

Alucard chuckled, “I promise I am speaking truth.” Alucard flung his hand out to you. 

You quickly shook on it and shouted with enthusiasm, “deal!” You jumped up and down laughing as you hugged Alucard. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. Can we please leave immediately then?”

“We can leave today.”

You danced, “yes. I’ll go change and get my things.” You brought the empty dishes to clean them as Alucard stood up with a smile on his face. 

You were something else, something different. A breath of fresh air in his depressing life. Maybe you were meant to be here. Maybe you were a sign. Either way Alucard thought that these couple of days were to be very exciting. Alucard was about to get ready when a piece of paper in the corner caught his eyes. It was crumbled. “Hmmm, what is this?” He bent down to pick it up and read the words. With just the first word to the letter his smile grew bigger and bigger. 

Alucard coughed as he raised the letter you wrote to him earlier but discarded high in the air, “Dear Alucard, to my savior. I would love for you to know that I am extremely appreciative for what you have done for me in saving my life-”

Your eyes almost popped out of your head. That letter was not supposed to be read by him especially. It was embarrassing. You dropped a plate in the sink and felt your whole world collapse. You wanted to crawl in a hole and die. 

“When I first saw you I thought you were a prince-” Alucard kept going until you couldn’t take it any longer. 

You sprinted and tried grabbing the letter out of his hand. “Alucard, give that to me. Now.”

“Oh you want this letter?” Alucard smirked. “You do sound like an obnoxious romantic whore.”

You gasped, “I do not! That was supposed to be my thank you letter and I didn’t like it and you weren’t supposed to read it. So give it back!” You jumped for it but Alucard raised it high in the air. “Alucard, give it to me.”

Alucard’s face came closer to yours as he pinned you against the table. “Why don’t you come and get it?”

You practically climbed him, snatching the letter out of his hand. “Aha!” But Alucard’s footing was off and he and you fell with a thud. 

The birds chirped lightly as Alucard laid under you and you fell on top of him, your arm bracing for the impact. Alucard held in his breath with a red blush as he looked at you so extremely close. You both held that position for what felt like forever. You eyes were wide in horror at the compromising position. 

You quickly stood up and were flustered. Forgetting where everything was. “Um, um, um. I’m going to go put my trip on so we can get ready for the clothes.” You quickly ran away. 

Alucard breathed quickly as he brushed back his long hair whispering the words. “My savior.” He noticed you were in such a panic mode that you forgot about your letter. It was left and Alucard was not going to leave or throw away evidence that someone saw him in such a good light. He loved that letter because it was from you. 

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[dirt-cup-draco]

“It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU. from the au post with edmund pevensie please !

YESSSS :D Love my boi. 

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“Princess!” You huffed, chasing after Rose as she bolted down the hall, the guards meant to escort her far behind as they struggled to keep up.

“Soon to be queen, my dear Y/N!” She sang as she glided down the hall, every bit the royal she was born to  be. Her marriage to the king Peter would be one of the most highly celebrated unions since the four rulers had arrived. Peace had already been won, years passing as Peter and his siblings ruled strongly. 

Rose skidded to the left and you struggled under the weight of all the dresses you were carrying for her, blocking your line of sight as you tried to follow the sound of her excitement. Unfortunately, you hit something sturdy and fell to the ground, all of her finely pressed dresses falling down around you. 

In horror, you realized that you had run straight into the King Edmund the Just. He was scowling, having fallen himself. You gaped and scrambled to your knees, bowing with your head hung low. “I’m so sorry!” You stuttered. You’d been severely punished for less before Rose took you as her “right hand”, even if that just meant you were her glorified maid. She called you friend, however, and you would go to the ends of the earth for her because of it. 

“What’s going on?” Rose said, head popping back around the corner she had disappeared from after she had realized she had left her entire entourage behind. 

“I-It was my fault I didn’t see where I was going-” You said, as Rose went to your side instead of the King’s. Her future brother in law, for god’s sake. She helped you up and you immediately went to picking up her things just so you wouldn’t have to look at the King on the ground. 

Edmund helped himself up, brushing off his trousers, momentarily chatting with Rose before he grabbed the last dress off the floor. “Maybe if I take half, you won’t run down anyone else,” 

Your ears burned but you nodded as he took half of the heavy dresses from you. He didn’t really smile but you saw the corners of his lips turn up. You kept your head down as you followed Rose to her room, happy when Edmund laid the dresses on her luxurious bed, welcomed her one more time with a reminder of the celebratory ball that night, and then left. 

“Dear god Y/N!” Rose giggled as the rest of her belongings were shipped into her bedroom. “Your as red as well, a rose!” She burst out into more giggles at her silly joke and you rolled your eyes. “Might you fancy the king?” 

You nearly choked, “No!” You hadn’t even noticed the adorable way he had scrunched up his nose when he had stood you how his eyes had a gleam to them that you couldn’t put your finger on or how his hair fell in beautiful, wild curls around his ears, brushing the sharp angle of his jaw. 

“I’m just embarrassed I ran into him,” You explained, hanging up her things as she sat in front of her new vanity, brushing through her hair while she prepared for the ball. It was in a couple of hours and she always needed at least half a day to decide what outfit she deemed appropriate for the occasion, along with makeup and hair. She hit a particularly stubborn knot and you heard her huff in frustration. 

“Here,” You said, grabbing her comb from her as you brushed through her hair more gently, starting at the bottom and working your way up the the top. 

“You take such good care of me Y/N,” She said with a smile on her lips. You hummed and couldn’t fight your own smile. “You know I always want you to be happy, right?” She continued and you were suspicious to where this conversation was going. 

“Of course,” You finally answered, continuing to brush through her sun kissed locks. 

“I wouldn’t be mad if now that we were in a different land, one full of magic and possibilities, if you were to- if you wanted to leave me,” Rose said, gaze now unable to meet yours as you paused completely. “I’d let you go with no repercussions,” 

“What are you talking about, princess?” 

“You’re my friend, I don’t want you to waste your good years bowing to my every whim, you are a person and I cannot be the one who keeps you from living as you wish,” She said and your heart warmed at the sentiment. 

“I am happy by your side, I think I’d be quite lonely without you. You’re my best friend, princess,” You admitted. “Besides, how would you survive without me?” You teased and she playfully swatted you in retaliation. 

“You’re my best friend too, Y/N,” 

As you finished brushing her hair, a comfortable silence having fallen down around you two, Rose practically jumped from her seat, eyes wide with an idea. “Attend the ball with me!” 

“I will be there,” 

“No, I mean, not just standing to the side until I need something, I mean borrow a dress of mine, be my equal,” Rose had always been so kind, so welcoming and you loved it but sometimes the future she hoped for seemed impossible. 

“Princess, you know that isn’t realistic,” You said, trying to mask the sadness you felt at the truth of your words. Rose pouted and fiddled with her skirts. 

“Well why not?! I’m going to be a queen, shouldn’t I have a say in how I treat my servants and the servants who are soon going to be my citizens as well?” 

“You do, and you can do what you wish, but sometimes leaving things as they are is the best. There is a reason for this hierarchy. Serving you and your family has been my entire life, what do I have outside of my duties and the shelter I am provided, the clothes, the food? I don’t speak for everyone yet I don’t know who I’d be or what I would do if I weren’t your simple maid,” 

“Oh Y/N, you are far too happy to let others dictate your life…” Rose sighed but she squeezed your hand. “As long as I know you will be there watching out for me, that is all I can ask for,” 

When you two got to the ball, Peter was immediately at her side, escorting her to a table that stood above the floor. Queen Susan had a straight back with watchful eyes, mirth painting her features in a warm light. Queen Lucy was giggling with a mouse that had found it’s place on their table, a tiny sword strapped to his side. For an adult, albeit a young one, she had a childishness about her- yet you had heard the tales of her strength and heart. King Edmund looked bored frankly, not displeased, just bored. He rolled his neck and stretched in his seat. 

His eyes skimmed the crowd similarly to his sister yet they stopped on you. Or you thought they had before he was averting his gaze anywhere else. Maybe you were mistaken. Rose’s words were getting to you. You looked for your princess and found Peter pulling out her seat for her, by his side at the grand table that overlooked the narnians. 

You stood and let your mind wander as you knew it would be a very long night of doing very little but standing off to the side. Everyone had their fill of food before an impressive orchestra played lively music, encouraging everyone to join the floor. Lucy dragged Susan and Rose did the same thing to Peter. Edmund was left looking unimpressed yet he swayed gently to the music in appreciation of it. Your friend and princess looked lively and overjoyed. The king on her arm looked smitten and it made you smile. They would have a happy marriage if he always looked at her with such unabashed adoration. You hadn’t realized Edmund had moved from his spot until you caught his eye as he awkwardly maneuvered around a woman who was trying to dance with him. 

He finally broke free of the wave of people but Rose was there, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards you, you realized with alarm. You couldn’t just disappear but you nearly almost hid underneath one of the buffet tables. 

“My friend here has no dance partner! Why don’t you dance with her Edmund?” Rose grinned, Peter now behind her, watching with some confusion. “You two are already acquainted so we’ll leave you to it!” Just as quickly as she had come, she was now gone. 

“Friend huh?” Edmund spoke. 

“Come again?” You asked, confused by what he meant. 

“She calls you friend, even if you are just her maid,” He said simply. “It’s strange.” 

You bristled at his words and he seemed to notice because he quickly scrambled to save himself. “It’s not a bad thing! I just rarely meet a royal who has respect for others that are less than them, well not less, no person should be held above someone else, yet we are- I um. Sorry, I ramble at gatherings like this.” 

A king was standing before you, apologizing for saying that no person should be put on a pedestal like he had been. That there was nothing wrong with being a maid. That it was strange, but he quite liked the fact, that Rose considered you a friend. It was endearing, it showed you that he had a good heart. It made sense why he was considered the Just King. 

“It is strange, but she has always insisted that i was a friend, not just her servant,” You felt him staring at you and you suddenly felt like you had been too relaxed. “Your highness,” You added, just in case yet you weren’t prepared for him to wince. 

“She has the right idea, please, Edmund is fine. I hate the title.” He grumbled and you nodded. 

“I know it isn’t exactly normal, but why don’t we dance?” He finally added as an uncomfortable silence was pushed upon you.

“No disrespect, your high- Edmund. But why not one of the girls that have been vying for your attention this entire event? They have a much better standing than I do, I don’t wish to bring any shame on your good name,” You spoke honestly. 

“That’s all bullshit,” Edmund said, shocking you with his language. “And besides,” He grinned a wicked grin. “They may have better standing but I’m positive that not one of them have half the personality you do,” The last bit was whispered into your ear and you couldn’t help but become intoxicated with his closeness. He smelled of cinnamon and some gentle musk that must be a cologne he had. You were positive you were as red as a tomato when he gave you your personal space back. 

“Lady Y/N,” Edmund smiled, extending his hand. “Care to give me this dance,” 

Lady. He called you Lady! Your mind screamed as you took his hand. It was oddly comforting to have your hand encased in his. 

“It’d be foolish of me to say no, your highness,” You added, and he nearly scolded you yet stopped when he saw the teasing smile on your lips. His heart pounded uncomfortably at the sight. You were quite pretty, weren’t you? 

You could leave your statuses behind for at least one dance. 

[p-osie]

josh peck’s relationship test

author’s note: i wrote this for myself, with my own name inserted, so it’s not super universal, but i’m sure you can make it work. i just love me some david, hope you do too. 

summary: y/n and david film a relationship test with josh peck, then can’t keep their hands off each other in the tesla on the ride home :)

warnings: smut xoxo

“I already hate this,” I say, sitting next to Josh and tucking my feet under my legs.

Josh and David both look at me. “Why?” Josh asks, serious, looking expectant.

“Because now I can’t cuddle David,” I say, popping my voice up an octave and making puppy eyes at David.

Josh pouts his lip and David wracks with laughter, clapping his hands.

Jason’s on the other side of the room, behind the camera. “That’s an intro.”

As Josh scrolls through his notes, looking for the first question, I put my eyes on David.

“Hey,” I whisper seductively, loud enough for the camera. “You look so hot right now.”

“Whoa, Y/N,” Josh scolds, not looking up.

David ignores him, making his face go slack, copying my whisper. “I was just about to tell you the same thing, you steamy little slut.”

“David, ew–” Jason pipes, but I lean into it, sticking out my tongue and leaning towards him. We pull away, right before our mouths touch, both laughing, Josh still uncomfortable.

“We can go, if you guys want,” Jason jokes.

David pulls on Josh’s arm. “Yeah, that would be great, actually.”

At this point, I almost pee myself laughing, my hands covering my mouth.

“Can I please just ask you guys the questions?” Josh groans, still hamming up how uncomfortable he is.

“What’s David’s favorite food?”

“Oh, God. I have no idea,” I lean forward, staring into space, feeling both David and Josh watching me.  “He posts about food so much. He loves so many different types of food…”

I pause for a second. “Actually, yeah. He doesn’t have one.”

Josh gives me a sad face. David cracks his gum, irritated. “Babe. Come on. Buffalo Wild Wings.”

“Oh, as if. You haven’t had B Dubs in months.”

“So?” David argues defensively. “It’s still my favorite.”

“Ugh, fucking– whatever.” I pretend to be mad.

“David?” Josh looks down at my boyfriend.

“Josh?” David mimics, leaning his head briefly on Josh’s shoulder.

“Who’s Y/N’s celebrity crush? Slash hall pass?”

“Jeff,” David jokes, turning to me.

“Stop,” I groan, flopping against the couch. “I hate this joke. It was a year ago!” David laughs at me, then composes his face as he stares into space to think for a second.

“Um– what’s his name– Noah something? Noah Centineo?”

I blow him a kiss. “Good guess, but no cigar, baby boy.”

David groans, then looks to Josh. “Who was it?”

“Harry Styles,” Josh tells him, pretending to look sad for him. David starts banging his head against the soft back of the couch.

“Stupid! Fuck!” he yells. “I knew that!”

Josh starts to ask me the next question before David stands up and throws a burst of dabs all in a row before sticking a whip at the end, hyping himself up. “Can’t! Miss! Another! Question!” he yells.

“Y/N, where did you and David first kiss?”

I smile, beginning to blush, and I watch David and his expression becomes almost the same, his cheeks flushing pink as he waits for me to answer.

“James Charles’ Tesla,” I whisper, almost not in the room because I’m remembering.

“It’s him,” Corinna taps me on the arm. “It’s David.”

“What? Where?” I whip around, almost spilling my drink.

Corinna laughs, but there he is, David Dobrik. There’s almost a glow about him, his big smile and laugh as people perform for his outstretched camera, people orbiting around him. The iPhone flashlight helps, too.

I inhale. “This is stupid. I feel like a dumb fangirl.”

Corinna shakes her head at me, rolling her eyes. “Y/N, it’s not like he doesn’t know who you are. You’ve been talking, he’s not just gonna not realize you’re here or not recognize you. You have green hair.”

I chew on my lip, still watching him. “You have a point.”

After a few moments, David stops recording. The flashlight is turned off. The people that have been clinging to his side starts to dissipate, and then he’s not David Dobrik. He’s just David.

“Okay,” I tell Corinna, downing the rest of my drink. “Fuck it.”

“Whoa, whoa,” she says, a bit of panic in her voice, catching my arm. “You sure you don’t want to make him come to you? Play hard to get?”

I pause, glancing at him. He still hasn’t realized I’m here. “Should I? I don’t really have the patience for that.”

“Y/N!”

I turn at the loud voice, and there’s James, a big smile on him as he comes toward us.

“James, thank you so much for having us,” Corinna reaches out to him first, hugging him. She starts gushing about his makeup, and I glance again at David, who has his eyes on me now. He must have heard James shout my name, and is moving through people, his floppy brown hair standing out as he snakes between the bodies.

“Hey,” he says, smiling broadly. “I thought that was you, greenie.”

“Hey,” I say back, smiling up at him, feeling the alcohol rush into a redness on my cheeks. Before I even decide to say it, I’m saying– “You know, you’re cuter than your hilarious DMs would indicate.”

But he leans back in laughter, his smile booming loudly. “I can’t tell if I should be flattered,” he tells me, close now so that I can hear him in the din of the party.

I’d almost forgotten that Corinna was distracting James until a long-nailed hand taps David on the shoulder.

“David!” James interjects, grabbing both of our shoulders. “Do you want to see my Tesla? It’s the new one.”

David’s face drops in total shock. “Yes. Absolutely,” he looks down at me again. “Come on. The new model is super cool.”

We follow James out of the crowded living room, through a side door and down stairs until we’re in a low-ceilinged garage with white walls and fluorescent lighting.

It’s a sleek navy blue, almost black, Tesla model 3.

James makes squealing noises. “And I got a custom license plate, too.”

I look down and see JAMESCH on a plate near the base of the car.

“Holy fuck,” David says, still flabbergasted. I look up at him. One of his hands is in his hair. “James, please let me sit in it.”

“Sure, sister,” James tosses him the keys, and David catches them with one hand. My girl brain makes my knees shiver slightly.

“Get in with me,” David murmurs down to me, still marveling at the car.

I chuckle. “Sure, Dave.”

When we climb into the car, David turns on his camera immediately and points it toward us. “Hi sisters!” he says, doing James’ signature wave.

I laugh, then hold up a peace sign, pretending to pose.

“So we’re in James Charles’ new Tesla Model 3 right now. And it’s– Y/N, what would you say it’s like?”

I raise my eyebrows, acting impressed, looking around the interior of the car. “It’s insane.”

“Insane,” David repeats. “I mean, this awesome screen. Look, he even named it Sistermobile.” David points to the screen behind the wheel. It does, in little white letters, say Sistermobile.

I laugh, leaning on the console to see. “I guess he has to stay on brand.”

He tilts the camera so it’s just pointing at me. “Plus, it comes with a hot girl.”

I laugh again, even harder, though I melt on the inside. “That’s absolutely right. I was designed by Elon Musk to work as a functioning backseat driver to go with every Tesla vehicle.”

He laughs, makes one or two more jokes, and then switches off the camera. “Where did they go?”

I look up. He’s right– we’re alone in the garage. James and Corinna are gone.

I turn back to face him. “Just us, I guess.”

“Finally.” He breaks into a big smile.

I mock a guffaw, leaning on the console. “Have you been wanting to get me alone, David Dobrik?”

“Absolutely.”

He’s leaning on the console now, too, his breath starting to fan across my face. I look up at him through my lashes. My blood feels like it’s beating inside my cheeks. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have ulterior motives.” It doesn’t come out as confident as I want it to.

He giggles slightly, and I can really feel it on my skin. I can feel the vibration of his words as he says, “Like what?”

He can’t stop looking at my lips, and I don’t think I can, either. “You tell me, you’re the one who obviously has them.”

“Let me think.”

I wait for his eyes to flicker down to my parted lips one more time, and then I close the distance between us. His mouth is warm and soft, and I quickly feel all my breath leaving me. Then his hand is in my hair, and his lip is between my teeth, and all too soon, the Tesla begins to honk.

We look up to see James holding the keys, standing with a hand on his hip, the sleeves of his SISTERS hoodie bunched up around his forearms.

David smiles. “That was a really nice moment.”

“Hey, David?” Josh turns to him, smiling. “What’s Y/N’s favorite movie?”

David claps his hands triumphantly. “Easy. Mr. & Mrs. Smith.”

I soften. “Aw, baby.”

He leans forward to look at me. “I know you, babygirl.”

“He knows you, babygirl,” Josh mimics, staring me down. “But it’s time for our lightning round.”

I lean forward, looking directly into the camera, totally focused. Out of the corner of my eye, I see David copy me, and I smirk a little.

“Y/N– David’s favorite salad dressing?”

“Ranch.” Next to Josh, David does a little yes, baby.

“Yes. David– Y/N’s favorite dessert?”

“Cheesecake.”

“Y/N– David would want Shawn Mendes or even more Shawn Mendes.”

I laugh. “More Shawn.”

David laughs, his voice thin and high. “I love him.”

“David– what bothers Y/N the most about your relationship?”

David throws up his hands, and at first, I panic. I almost hadn’t let Josh ask the question.

He surprises me. “This is so easy,” David looks at me, gesturing, completely forgetting that we were in a lightning round, clearly settling into a long answer. “So, Y/N is from California, and I’m from the Midwest, and for college she went to– you went to Iowa– Iowa?”

“Iowa City? The University of Iowa?” I fill in, unsure where he’s going.

“Yeah, the University of Iowa. Which is, like, the rival school of ISU, where I almost went. So, if I had gone to ISU, we would have been in the same state, and Iowa City, where Y/N went to school, is sort of, like, the place to be if you want to party,” David explains.

“A lot of frats,” I add, heartwarmed, realizing what he’s saying.

“So, if I’d decided to go to college at ISU, we totally could have met,” he makes eye contact with me. “And she hates thinking about that. She hates that we could have met earlier and we didn’t.”

I look at Josh, who looks almost as heartwarmed as I do. “So you guys were totally fated. One way or the other, you were gonna end up together.”

“No, actually, I made sure we ended up together,” I joke. “I moved to LA so I could find him and make him fall in love with me.”

Josh laughs, but David raises his eyebrows. “That’s not too far off, babe.” I slap his arm.

Josh guffaws a little, still thinking about the story. “You know, that’s not actually what she said, but that’s really–”

“Wait, what?” David looks at me, bewildered. “That’s not what you said?”

“No,” I laugh, covering my face. “I don’t want to say it now.”

David grabs my shoulder in mock anger. “Tell me!”

I giggle more and more, hardly able to talk. “It was– that– you don’t–”

David gives me a look, realizing what I mean. “That I always wear a condom?”

I nod, dying laughing. Josh looks incredibly uncomfortable again.

“I hate you.” David stands up, pretending to walk out of the room. I fall off the couch.

Josh turns to me, still laughing on the floor, then to David as he sits back down. “Why does he wear a condom? Why do you wear a condom?”

“To be fucking safe!”

I wheeze, sitting back up next to Josh. “For the record,” I look into the camera. “I am not trying to get pregnant so I can steal all of David’s money.”

“Sure, babe,” David interrupts, rolling his eyes and then flashing a big smile as we all laugh.

When we finished filming, Paige comes out with a sleeping Max and, smiling, says that we should probably go, so he can sleep. Whispering, we agree, and tiptoe over to Max to kiss him lightly on the forehead. David almost gets too distracted, his hands wandering to Max’s little socked feet, but I curl my hands around his waist and jostle him gently.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he whispers. “Just can’t get over him.”

“I need some alone time with Uncle David,” I whisper into his neck, a bit lower, just for him. Paige stifles a laugh as David whips immediately to me, drawn.

That’s mostly it. We whisper goodbye to Josh, hug Jason in the street. He gets into his car, and we get into David’s. I turn to him as the Tesla turns on, his left hand on the wheel and the right on my thigh, as usual.

“It’s really sweet that you remember that.”

“What? The Iowa thing?”

“Yeah.” I wrap my hands around his, interlacing our fingers.

He squeezes my hand, but gives me a sort of of-course-I-remember look.

“Of course I remember,” he tells me, pushing some of his curls out of his face. “You’ve talked about it enough that it would be bad if I didn’t.”

“Do you wish that was how we’d met? In Iowa? I feel weird that I don’t know, even though we’ve already talked about it.”

David sucks his teeth, thinking about his answer as he looks down at the backup camera. “Is it bad if I say no?”

I guffaw playfully. “Yes!”

“No, no, wait,” he backpedals. “Think about it. I would’ve been back and forth all the time, since you can’t drive, and that would have gotten super annoying for both of us. And having classes. And we would have been totally different people. What if Old David and Old Y/N didn’t like each other?”

I shiver. “I think about that sometimes. How we might not have fallen in love if we’d met at any other time.”

He squeezes my hand again. “Don’t think about it, love.”

He starts to pull his hand away, beginning to back out of his parking space, but I catch it before he can bring it to the wheel. He looks up at me expectantly, so I lean over the console and kiss him. His hand comes off the wheel to hold my face to his, while I loop my fingers into his shirt collar to bring him closer.

When he pulls away, my head spins. I feel like a teenager. I blink hard, and he chuckles at me.

“You’re so amazing,” he says softly, his thumb on my cheek. “My perfect girl.”

I tighten my grip on his shirt and pull him into me again.

When he pulls into his driveway, the lights are already on inside, and we can plainly see Natalie moving around in the living room, even from inside the Tesla. My mind immediately deflates from the somewhat flirty car ride over, his hand having teased my thigh the whole way. David sighs, mirroring my thoughts.

“I don’t want to have to talk to Natalie,” he mumbles.

“Neither do I,” I admit, looking at him. “Sorry, Natalie.”

“Can I– can I just–” I wait for him to finish, but instead he unbuckles his seatbelt and leans over the console to kiss me again, his hand crunching a fistful of my hair as he holds my lips to his. He breathes heavily into it, and I smirk slightly. I love the effect I have on him.

So I toe off my shoes and gracefully climb into his lap. His breath is against my mouth, my hands holding myself up by his chest. His hands move down, and start to slip up into my shorts. My mouth is on his neck then, biting and sucking under his ear and jaw.

“Y/N, no. You know the rules,” he scolds me, pulling me back lightly by my hair. He doesn’t let me leave marks on him.

But instead, I ignore him, leaning forward to nip into his jugular again.

“Y/N–“ He wants to scold me again, I can tell, but he’s hardening and moaning beneath me, so I don’t stop.

After a moment, he brings his hand up to my throat and pushes me away until I’m against the steering wheel. I arch, reaching up to hold his hand in place.

“You’re not listening tonight.”

I whine in response, needy, grinding my hips against his. “Baby,” I beg.

“What is it?” his fingers tighten around my throat.

“Please,” I wheeze, my eyes fogging looking at his smirk.

“Please, what?”

I hum out a whine again, because I don’t know what I’m asking for. I let my tongue fall out of my open mouth, and then his fingers are off my throat and buried into my mouth.

“God, your fucking mouth, Y/N. Your mouth.” It’s his turn to moan now, as I run my tongue over his fingers.

“Do you want my mouth?” I whisper to him, leaning forward to press my lips against his ear.

“No,” he tells me bluntly. “Take off your fucking hoodie.”

I wiggle to sit facing away from him, and swivel my hips as I pull the hoodie over my head and leave my shorts in a pile next to the brake.

He grips my ass as I raise to straddle him again, but he’s pushing me forward, bending me over the wheel and pulling me apart with his thumbs.

“Fuck,” he praises, still holding my pussy open for him to admire, and then his fingers are deep inside me, curling and writhing.

“David!” I call back to him, feeling him screwing with my soft g-spot. I’m about to start fucking myself on his fingers when his mouth is wrapped around my clit.

I yelp in surprise. He sucks and licks as he fingers my g-spot and kneads my ass.

“David– David–” I moan out. He smiles against me, biting my clit lightly before he starts to suck and lick it in earnest, a pearl of flavor he’s been craving.

The pleasure shoots through me like daggers. It’s winding and twisting like roots, radiating from where David’s mouth moves hungrier and hungrier against me.

I’m about to cum when he stops. I whip around angrily, when I see him leaning his chair back as far as it will go.

He pulls on my thighs. “Bring it to me.”

I almost don’t know what he means, but then I realize that he can’t look at me, that his eyes are trained on my dripping pussy, his tongue out of his mouth.

I smirk and reach down to recline his seat the rest of the way.

My breath comes out in pants, in the passenger side now with my legs draped over him, completely naked. David’s cock is partially exposed, him panting too, his hoodie discarded in the backseat.

“That was incredible,” he wheezes.

I poke him with my toe. My skin in covered in a sheen of sweat. “One of our best.”

“We’re gonna end up telling our grandchildren about that.”

“Christ, that’s gross.”

David laughs, then turns his head to look at me. He has serious sex hair. “Hey. Come here.”

“I just ‘come here’-ed for about twenty-five minutes.”

He makes a kissy face, so I lean forward and let my lips touch his.

It’s incredibly chaste, even with my lack of clothes and David’s cock so close to me. They’re little pecks, loving and clean and innocent.

“David,” I say, leaning my forehead against his. “I love you.”

His hand comes up to my neck, holding me in place. “I love you more.”

[kweebtrash]

Feels Right (M)

Messy Ch. 4

Pairing(s): OC X Johnny (features other members, Taeil in this chapter)

Genre: College AU, Fuckboy AU

Summary: Fuckboys are basically good for one thing. You hit it and quit it- except when his voice draws you in, his body keeps you there, and dumb ass feelings linger making things particularly messy.

Warnings: fetishism, racism, a little violence, mentions of blood

Features: library sex, public sex, hand jobs, oral (receiving), fingering, riding Johnny into the sunset, the smallest mention of daddy kinks

Word Count: around 15k

A/N: ‘they’ and ‘she’ are used interchangeably on purpose. ‘Johnathan’ is Johnny’s contact name in Eri’s phone when she doesn’t particularly care about him lol.

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Eri’s POV

The warmth of his skin was radiating beneath me and I could smell his musk that bathed me in comfort. I kept my arm tight around his waist, burying my face deep into his neck. “Hmm...Johnny.” I mumbled, still half asleep. “You're so warm...don't leave.”

“I won't babes. I promise. You feel so good.”

I cuddled into him more and placed a small kiss on his neck. “You always feel good too…” I couldn't help the small yawn i let out.

“You amazing, princess. You make daddy feel so good.”

“Hmm.” I giggled. “Daddy. That sounds-”

Wait….what?

I sat up quickly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I blinked a few times and saw Lucas come into view instead of Johnny who I wished was still in my bed. “OH YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” I hit him hard with the pillow while he let out his high pitched hyena cackle. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“You actually said daddy! I can't believe it!!”

My face flamed with embarrassment. I swallowed hard. “Y-you-! Shut up Lucas! You're such an asshole!”

“Don't get mad at me because you're all goo goo-ga ga over Johnny. You're such a slut for him and it's gross.”

“Be quiet! I am not! I was just half asleep and I-”

“You were having big lovey dovey dreams about him!”

“Oh my god!” I hit him with the pillow over and over and pushed at his bulky body until he rolled off the mattress. “You're terrible!”

He curled up on the floor laughing even harder at my flustered frustration. “Quinn told me she ran into him running out of here last night. Did you confess your love to him?”

“He ran out? You're lying.” I said a little hurt. I mean, i get it. Staying over is hardly anyone's thing but if he ran out like a bat out of hell then what was the point of the night we just had? Maybe i was reading too much into it but it still stung.

“Nope, you can ask Quinn.” Lucas cocked his head to the side as his train of thought shifted. I could feel his eyes lock onto me until it made me squirm in my bed.

“What?” I asked, pulling my blanket up to cover my bare body.

“You're...all like….glowy.”

“I'm what? What the hell does glowy mean?”

“Like you're...i don't know. Like...naked and glowy and sparkly or whatever.”

I blinked slowly, confused at what he meant. Perhaps it was the way my open curtain made the afternoon glow of the sun cast rays across my bed. Was that what he meant? I tried tucking my hair behind my ear, suddenly shy at the situation, but it had dried into a mass of fluffy purple curls. I sighed and avoided looking at him. “Can you close my curtain. I hate the sun.”

He crawled his way back to the bed, outstretching his hands to pull me close to the edge. “No way, little vampire. You look too good.”

I rolled my eyes and let out another yawn. “It's just the sun, dumbass. What time is it anyway?”

“Around 2 i think.” He kissed my stomach and looked up at me trying to peel away the blanket. I swatted at his hand.

“Dude, I'm not gonna suck your dick every time you come over.” I groaned.

“I mean i wasn't gonna say anything but the offer is on the table. But actually i wanted to ask you something.”

“What?” i wiggled away from his grasp and went towards the window to draw the curtains closed, tossing the blanket aside.

“Do you have feelings for Johnny or what?”

I whipped around and glared at him. “What did you just say?”

“You know, he spent the night, you wanna call him daddy, you definitely wanted to cuddle him, and now you're all glowy. What's the deal, Eri? Are you gonna start writing like Mrs. Johnny Suh on your papers and shit?” He snorted.

“Lucas, you literally have 10 seconds to get out my room before i beat your little ass.” i growled.

“Ooh, make it hurt Mommy.”

I landed another smack, this time to the back of his head. “QUINN!!!! Come get your Lucas!”

“Ow!” He rubbed the back of his head and pushed me playfully. “You’re always so mean to me! I’m just trying to have fun with you.”

“Yeah, by being a pain in the ass. I don't have time for this. I have to go to work at 4.” I reached for my phone that laid beside my pillow. “Did my alarm go off or did you wake me before i needed to be up?”

“i'm not sure. I figured you'd like waking up with me instead. I'm sure you didn't cum hard enough with all that soft shit Johnny did.”

I looked at him with a puzzled expression. “How do you know about that?”

Lucas’ eyes went wide as his ears reddened. “Uh...um...i just figured that-i mean like you don't have like...nevermind. Anyway-” He worked to change the subject quickly. I wanted to pry some more information out of him. I doubted that Johnny would've admitted to the kind of sex we had last night. Not in front of his dude bros. He was too macho for that. “We should have time for a little something.” Lucas continued.

“‘Is that seriously all you think about when you’re with me? Don’t you like value my friendship at all?”

He placed a kiss on top of my forehead and rubbed my shoulders. “Of course i do. It’s just fun doing stuff with you is all. I haven’t seen you in a while since we’ve both been busy. And now that you’re all lovey dovey with Johnny you’re gonna forget all about me!” He gave me a big puppy pout which made me roll my eyes.

“Stop saying i’m lovey dovey whatever for Johnny. I’m not. And I won’t forget about you Lucas. How can I when you’re up my ass all the time?” I sighed and stood on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re still one of my best friends, ok? I’m not going anywhere.”

He gave me a cheesy smile and i assumed my sentiment put his heart at ease. No matter how annoying he was i really did care for him. I laid my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, and while it wasn't exactly the person i wanted i still felt comforted enough to never want him to stop. Quinn came in then, hands on their hips and a disapproving look on their face.

“Lucas, why are you bothering Eri? Eri, put some clothes on.” They said.

“He came barging in here and woke me up! I was asleep naked. I haven't had a chance too!” I protested before a soft vibration caught my attention. I looked down at my phone and saw a new text message.

Johnathan: Told you I don’t sleep over

I pouted at his jerk like attitude. He was so obnoxious. I tried to think of how to respond. I wanted him to regret running out of my room and leaving me to wake up (mostly) alone. I decided to send him a picture, testing exactly how “glowy” I looked. I opened my camera and angled it so the sun hit just right. I was looking pretty banging even with messy hair and not getting enough sleep. My eyes even looked a bit lighter than normal which never happened. They never casted that gorgeous honey glow like Johnny’s did. I almost let out a dreamy sigh just thinking about his eyes but i shook those thoughts out of my head almost as fast as they appeared. I snapped the picture instead and sent it off to him.

Too bad. You could have had some bomb ass morning sex.

I made a quick change to his contact name before looking out the window. A part of me was trying to cover up the fact that I had been so engrossed in my phone before Quinn and Lucas started to pry, the other part was trying to figure out what the weather was like just by looking outside. Though it was nearing October the weather was still mostly warm with only spikes of cooler winds every once in awhile. I really didn’t feel like lugging a sweater to work- hell i didn’t even feel like lugging myself to work. I checked the time on my phone and it was later than what Lucas had predicted. I needed them out of my room so I could start getting ready,

“Ok you two, i need to take a shower so I can get ready for my suffering. Get out.” I shooed away Quinn and Lucas who were probably two seconds away from jumping each others bones anyway.

“Eri you owe us still.” Lucas called out from my door way. Quinn was already tugging on his hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Threesome I know. Raincheck again. I have to get going.”

He finally left my room and i shut the door, trying to get some peace and quiet for just a second. What the hell happened last night? I didn’t remember too much as I was falling in and out of rem sleep. I could’ve sworn I felt Johnny still inside me and we had been holding hands for awhile too. Just the thought alone made my cheeks burn. And the way we fucked yesterday was...something else. I could barely think straight. All i did was focus on the pleasure and held him so tight. I didn’t want to let him go. Lucas was right though I didn’t want to admit it. I was getting to be too lovey dovey with Johnny. Even the thought of it was starting to send me into a panic. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Like, hi, hello, self, get it the fuck together. Love was something to be avoided at all cost. Maybe I was just in love with his dick. That thing could make anyone go crazy. I was so deep in thought that the sensation of my phone vibrating made me jump. It was another text message from Johnny.

Johnny💕: Blame my job babe. If i could quit and fuck you all day, shit i would.

Ew gross. Why did he do this every time? Just talk like a normal person you idiot. I shouldn’t expect that much from him and to be honest the fact that he was still thinking about me (even if it was just my body) was making my heart skip a beat or two. No. Stop. Ignore that. Ignore him.  I tossed my phone onto my bed and grabbed my towel before heading to the bathroom. I had to focus on better things like work, or my study session with Taeil tomorrow. If anything i was sure he could get my mind off of Johnny for good.

--

I crossed my legs underneath the wooden table, adjusting my skirt that rode up my thighs. I bit down on my pen cap staring at a mess of circulatory routes and charts that just wasn’t sinking into my brain. I hated that I had to take a science as a required credit. I was a journalist and musician. Art kids didn’t do science or math. What’s worse was that I had to get this down soon as I already had a test coming up. My eyes were starting to blur and I wanted to throw my rented textbook across the library.

“Eri?” I jumped up as I felt Taeil’s hand on my thigh. “Are you okay?”

I blinked quickly and looked up at him. I had forgotten he was there just for a fraction of a second as my stress induced panic made me overthink about failing my class entirely. “S-sorry, i just…” I threw my hands up in frustration. “ Why can't i learn about dicks! Like i know the anatomy of that!”

“Well...i mean um...technically you have to trace the flood flow to it so…” He covered his face as he laughed nervously. “How about we concentrate on getting just one chart down for today, hm?”

I watched his thumb brush over my bare knee. That little movement was enough of a signal to let me know that maybe he wasn't as focused on this lesson either. I sighed, pouting a bit. “My brain hurts. Like literally hurts. Can't we take a break?”

“A break? It's only been twenty minutes!” He smiled at me as he propped his chin on his hand, the other still glued to my skin.

“Yeah, twenty minutes too long! Please? A little break Taeil? Pleeeasssee? If we don't i'm gonna go cross eyed.”

“Fine, fine. We can take a break. But you have to promise me that you'll try your best when we start back up again, ok?”

I nodded eagerly and set my head on the table, wanting to silently cry to myself. There was a silence between us (save for my whines of desperation) that settled into a bit of tension. Taeil's warm hand shifted from my knee to the small of my back, caressing up and down the length of my spine. I assumed he meant it as an act of comfort but my body reciprocated it as a flirtatious invitation. I felt static slide down my limbs and I shifted a bit in my seat. The heat from his hand was spreading through me like fire and I was starting to crave his caresses a little too much. I swallowed thickly and had an idea to shift his attention to something that was weighing on my mind.

“Um...Taeil?” I whispered into the silence of the library.

“Hmm?” He hummed softly. I lifted my head from the desk and peered up at him. His deep brown eyes had a dreamlike gleam within them as they watched me. I sat up a little bit straighter  as I felt his fingers glide against the small band of skin that has become exposed from the hem of my shirt sliding up. They slipped under the fabric and traced gentle patterns against me. I resisted the urge as much as I could to not be too obvious with my attraction and want for his fingers.

“Do you...ever think about the party? You know when we met?” I managed to finally spit out.

“Oh...well, I mean, sometimes.” He said, pulling his gaze downward and finally removing his hand from me. “Mostly i think about how I wish Johnny wasn’t an annoying prick who ruined everything.” He let out a soft sigh and turned himself inwards towards the table, picking up his pen and twirling it in his fingers. He seemed to want to fidget more than talk about the jackass who had managed to get me into his bed. If it hadn’t been for him, I might have been fucking Taeil more often and not worrying about Johnny taking large gaps of time in between his text responses.

“God, me too. He really is annoying and kind of stupid. And cranky. I think weed does the opposite for him; like instead of making him chill it just makes him worse.”

I saw a small smile peek out from the corner of Taeil’s lips. “You know it’s a real turn on hearing you complain about him.” he joked.

My eyes widened in surprise and the both of us burst into laughter. I guess we were both on the same page about that giant asshole. “Well I could complain about him all day but...i do kind of regret not talking to you more. Like since the party I haven’t really had a chance to hang with you, beside in this dumpy library.”

“Aww, c’mon. It’s not dumpy. I love this place.” He paused for a second. “Wow, I sound like a complete nerd.”

I shifted my body towards him, leaning in ever so slightly and crossing my legs again so they they brushed against his. “It’s okay. Nerds are cute. Really cute.”

“You think so? I guess I should keep that in mind.” He trapped his bottom lip between his teeth as he flicked his pen against the wooden table top. Played out like this, it kind of felt like a cheesy porno but he was definitely hot and I had been curious about his lingual skills ever since Quinn told me they hooked up with him. I could see his cheeks turning as bright as his hair, especially when my fingers crept closer to his. “Do you remember when I said that there was something that you should know about me back at the party?”

To be honest I kind of didn’t, some parts of that night were still a bit of a blur. It might’ve been when we were about to kiss- before Johnny ruined everything. “Uh, yeah. Why?” I half fibbed.

“Well...I mean, we’re here and I-i’m pretty sure I’m reading the signals right-” He started.

“What signals?” I teased as I moved my fingers even closer until they linked with his.

“You know...you. Me. The party. Here now. Do you want to uh…”

“Fuck?”

Taeil swallowed hard and hid his face away from me completely. “Ah...well...that’s what I need to talk to you about. I’ve never...I mean, i would want to...with you but…” He stuttered through his sentence nervously.

Wait a goddamn minute. Was he saying that he was a virgin? But he and Quinn-? Quinn wouldn’t lie about hooking up with anyone. They loved to talk about all their hookups. We had also been friends for years and I knew them better than anyone so this had to mean that Taeil was lying. He was using the virgin thing as some sort of weird pickup line-a way to get girls in his bed. Great, I couldn’t even find one good guy on this god forsaken campus. “Taeil, are you saying that you’re a virgin?”

He rubbed the back of his head and gave me the cute shy smile that I now wanted to slap off his face. “Y-yeah...I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disappoint-”

“Oh Taeil, i’m not disappointed that you’re a virgin. I’m disappointed that you thought that wack ass lie would work on me.”

His face only held an expression of shock. I glared at him, daring him to lie further. “Wait...what?”

“Quinn’s my roommate. Did you really think they wouldn’t tell me who they hooked up with? Do you actually get laid pretending to be so innocent?”

Taeil sat back in his seat, resting his arm on the backrest and spreading his legs. He looked so smug now, a complete opposite to his pure act he upheld just moments ago. “Yeah, i do. But I guess I slipped up. Quinn’s kinda...ya know, a little ditzy. She believed it so quick, I thought i’d might have the same luck with you. I mean, if I would have told you at the party I’m sure i would’ve taken you home before you even jumped in the pool.”

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. “You know, I thought you would be one of the good ones. At least one that was less of a prick but you’re just as dumb and horny as the rest of them. You got caught in your own lie asshole.”

“You can’t blame a guy for trying. It’s more fun this way, like a little roleplay, you know? A quiet library, an eager student, a good tutor. It’s classic.”

“Ugh, i should’ve never come here. You’re lucky I actually need your help. Do you even know anything about anatomy?”

“Oh tons.” Taeil chuckled as he licked his lips. I hit his shoulder hard.

“Don’t you even fuckin’ dare, Taeil. You know what i mean!”

“Okay, okay! Yes i know anatomy and i can actually help you pass. Turns out sex is a great motivator for students. You study, i reward you, how about that?”

“You're literally so gross.” I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to my notes. Now i wanted to finish this damn study session and get out of here as fast as possible.

“Eri,” I felt his warm breath on the shell of my ear suddenly and my entire body froze. Little sparks of electricity zipped under my skin and i couldn't help the reaction. “Just try my method once. If you don't pass you can blame me. But if you do pass then you can keep coming back to our little study sessions. Don't you want to come?”

I grit my teeth, annoyed at his double entendre and even more annoyed that he was right. I wanted to cum and i seriously needed to pass or else i'd be forced to retake the class. Suffering through almost 4 months once was enough, i couldn't risk having to possibly do it again. I kicked myself for falling into his liar's trap. “Fine. But i'm holding you to it. If i don't pass i'm gonna find every girl you've ever hooked up with and tell them that you're a filthy liar. I'll expose you and destroy this little set up you've got going on.”

“So blackmail's your speed? What's to say those girls will believe you?” His hand gripped the inside of my thigh tight as his body remained close to mine. I couldn't tell if the heat radiating from him was anger or pure lust, maybe a mix of both, but i tried to pretend it didn't affect me.

“Oh honey, there's nothing we love more than good gossip. A rumor goes a long way.” I turned to face him, our lips barely centimeters apart now. My eyes flickered up to meet his. They were dark and full of emotions that i tried to decipher to no avail. My breath caught in my throat. Sometimes the quiet shy ones (even those that pretended to be that way) were the most dangerous. I swallowed hard as i felt his words press against my mouth.

“I won't let you fail, Eri. Scout's honor. But say one thing about my little lie and i'll be sure you do fail. Two can play that game, you know.”

Asshole. I nodded anyway, agreeing reluctantly.

“Good, glad we’re on the same page. Now if you can stopped being hooked on Johnny for a second we can focus.”

“I am not hooked on him. It was a lapse in my better judgement. Trust me, that’s over with.”

“Aww, now who’s the liar here?”

I didn’t have time to protest as his lips pressed against mine, taking my breath away. I gave into the languid clash of our lips almost instantly. He didn’t rush or shove his tongue in right away. No, with Taeil it was like he wanted to explore every inch of my lips before coaxing anything else from me. His teeth nipped ever so gently at my bottom lip before sucking on the tender skin. I leaned into him more, craving his tongue and any roughness he could give me. I didn’t even bother to think about the sparse amount of students hanging around that could possibly be watching. His hand on my thigh inched its way higher until the tips of his fingers brushed against the center of my panties. A little gasp slipped from me and made him chuckle.

“You’re so sensitive already? I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Quiet. You just surprised me that’s all.”

“So you don’t want me to finger you under this table?” He asked.

“I didn’t say all that now. I just...happened to be more curious about your tongue. Jerk.”

“My tongue?” He licked my lips slowly. “What about my tongue?”

I shoved at him and turned away, getting annoyed by his antics. “Is there any semblance of human decency in you or all you just all fuckboy?”

“Depends on what you classify as decency. I could be an asshole and not eat you out at all.”

“Please eat me out.” I blurted. I hadn't had it for so long that just the mere thought of it was enough to make me beg. Taeil looked around before nodding towards the bookshelves.

“Follow me.” We both stood up, leaving our notes and textbooks behind. We weaved our way to the far back row of shelves where the lights were dim and the books musty and old. I was pressed against the hard wood while Taeil sunk to his knees as if he was ready to worship my body. He shuffled my skirt up towards my waist, placing a few sparse kisses to the center of my panties before flexing his fingers underneath the waistband. The cool air from the vent above us made my newly exposed skin blossom with goosebumps as he pulled them down. Little by little my thighs were blessed with soft presses of his lips while his hands explored the expanse of my ass. He gently dug his fingertips into my cheeks before pulling my hips forward. I could feel the steady puffs of breaths against my clit and i was almost squirming at the normal act. He wasn’t even trying yet and I was already putty in his hands. If Johnny wasn’t such a dick and would go down on me then I wouldn’t feel like such a needy slut for this lying bastard.

I cast my eyes downward, my breath stilling in my lungs as I saw Taeil’s eager eyes meet mine. His tongue slipped past his lips to connect with my impatient clit. He licked a small strip against the length of it before swirling just the tip of his tongue over the most sensitive part. My hand gripped one of the shelves to steady myself while the other covered my mouth. My toes were curling within my shoes and i tried to relax as much as possible and not lose my cool. I wanted this sweet sensation to last hours especially with how his miniscule licks were turning into more confident sucks. My hips were beginning to roll against his face but he stopped that quickly, placing his thumbs firmly into the dips of my hips. A dangerous flame ignited in the pit of my stomach as i almost doubled over. His eyebrow quirked and he pulled away.

“Sounds like you really like when I touch you here.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded quickly. “Please…”

His lips upturned into a smirk until they disappeared between mine again, this time hungrier and more sinful than before. His tongue covered the entirety of my slit, grinding up and down, alternating between sucks and small kisses. Every few seconds he would dig into my entrance, his tongue edging against the beginning of my walls. His thumb would circle my clit then, never failing to pleasure my bundle of nerves. My calves were starting to quiver now and I could feel an orgasm approaching already. What the hell? I had never really cum this fast before.

“Ta-Taeil! U-um…” I bit into my bottom lip as i lifted myself onto my tiptoes, pressing my hips harder against him. He pulled away just for a fraction of a second, his index finger against his glistening lips.

“Ssh, we’re in a library remember.” He gave me a wink before sending me over the edge and into a pleasure filled void that i had missed so much. My grip on the shelf was becoming so tight I thought i would surely send the row of books crashing to the floor. I could even feel the edges digging into my palm creating brutal indentations. I exhaled slowly and slumped against the shelves.

Taeil rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His lips overwhelmed mine as my head was spinning. I could still taste myself on his tongue as we battle for comman over the sensuous dance. He was making me fall in lust with him way too fast. I wrapped my leg around his waist wanting even more from my little tutor. My hands found their way to his chest, gripping his t shirt tightly as i nipped at his bottom lip. “I should’ve hooked up with you earlier.” He whispered with a soft chuckle.

“That’s for damn sure. Don’t you dare stop now. For the love of God, dont.”

He angled my head to the side to capture my neck in rugged bites and restless sucks. His hand steadied my raised leg on his waist while his foot nudged mine, allowing him more access for his fingers to slip between my folds. He didn’t waste any time adding two fingers inside me, easing quick thrusts and riding the length of my walls. My brows furrowed as I focused on the effortless pleasure that was building up with each stroke. “Tell me how good i’m making you feel, Eri.” He whispered against the wet marks he left behind on my jugular.

A tingle went down my spine at the provocativeness of his words. I never expected him to desire any sort of praise or dirty talk, especially from me. It was one of my worst weaknesses. I was always too shy and embarrassed to say anything directly sexual (other than the few begs here and there). Now I was faced with Taeil wanting me to praise him while his fingers pumped faster inside me, occasionally splitting apart to stretch me open. My nails sunk into his chest even more while my lips struggled to even form any sort of sentences, appraisals or not. “Do it and I’ll go down on you again.”

Oh jesus, please. Yes, do that. I barely let my voice go over a whisper but I gave into his request. “P-Please, Taeil. It feels really good.”

He pulled his fingers from inside me, leaving me gaping and whining for the warmth to return. They instead disappeared inside his mouth, coating his tongue in my cum and a moan of his own. A slick pop revealed how he clean off every drip. “Damn.”

I covered his mouth quickly. “Don’t you dare say that I taste good. Please.”

He jerked his head away from my hand and laughed. “Cum just tastes like cum. I just like how wet you are is all. But i guess you earned my tongue again.”

He shifted the leg around his waist to rest on his shoulder as he sunk down to the ground again.. His sucks came faster, dragging those sinful fingers through me once again. I met each of his pistons with driving force, panting with eagerness and desperation. His tongue painted shapes i never knew imaginable against my heat. My eyes fell closed and my hand fisted his firey locks, keeping him flush against me. My grinds swirls against his nose, his lips, his chin, and that perfect, perfect tongue. The edge of his middle finger grazed against the threshold of my spot sending another spark throughout my lower half. A strangled breath left my lungs, followed my an embarrassing squeak as i could barely form thoughts. My brain was dipping in and out of common sense as my second orgasm hit me in another sudden rush i wasn’t expecting. My fingers slowly untangled themselves from his hair as he pulled away. His chest heaved as he wiped his face, rising to his feet once again. “Turn around. Now.”

I bit my lip at his command, executing it while the clang of his belt opening rang in my ears. He unzipped his jean and the familiar tear of foil followed. Of course he had planned this all out. I almost rolled my eyes even though I was thankful for it. He gripped my hips tightly, lifting me onto my toes as his cock pressed into my entrance slowly. The stretch wasn’t a tight or deep as Johnny or even Lucas but i was still restless to feel him fuck me hard against these shelves. He dragged my hips back to meet his creating a symphony of skin slapping against skin. I hoped that it wasn’t echoing too loudly in the quiet space. Joined with Taeil’s intermittent pants and the soft claps of the bookshelf against the wall, i was sure someone might bust us any second. I tried to keep quiet but Taeil was making it difficult. His hand had left my hip and shoved its way beneath my sweater, roughly filling his palm with my breast. He squeezed and plucked away at my nipple daring to bring more moans out of me.

I was already sensitive, my clit swollen with pleasure and heat, I could barely take any more of his teases to my chest or his quick and simple thrusts. I clenched around him tight, sucking him as deep as he could go inside me. Taeil pressed his lips into my shoulder hard sinking a moan into my heated skin. His thrusts stuttered as i felt his legs falter. His cum rushed into me as he braced himself against the bookshelf. It hit the wall harder this time, making me snap my head up to see if anyone noticed. I could’ve sworn i heard footsteps tap against the tiled floor too.

“Shit...Taeil. Is someone coming?”

“Yeah, i just did?”

“No, you idiot. Don’t you hear footsteps?” I whispered harshly.

He stilled himself, concentrating on following the sounds. He pulled out of me quickly, snapping the rubber off him and working to zip up his jeans. I wiggled my skirt down and wiped the sweat off my face, hoping that it wasn’t blatantly obvious that we just fucked. The footsteps were nearing closer and i plucked a random book from the shelf, pretending to read while Taeil pretended to search for something.

“Are ya’ll done- Eri?” I looked up to see Taeyong rounding the corner.

“Oh fuck, it’s just you.” Taeil said. “What do you want?”

“Duh, dumbass. You said you’d give me a ride home after your last lesson and to meet you here. I know your usual spot. I didn’t know your “lesson” was with Eri though.”

I cleared my throat. “I needed help with anatomy.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you do. Anyway, can we go now? I’m beat.”

Taeil sighed. “Just give me a few minutes. I’ll meet you in the parking lot ok?”

“It’s fine.” I interjected. “I think i’m ready to leave. I’ll see you later, Taeil.” I walked passed Taeyong without barely a word and headed back to the desk to gather my things. I was putting away my textbook when my phone buzzed against the table.

Johnny💕: you busy 2mrw night?

Interesting. He didn’t start it with his usual “wyd?”.

Why?

I pulled my backpack onto my shoulder and got my keys, heading to the elevator. Funny how he hadn’t texted me since our hookup yesterday but was all about a booty call now. For a moment I hesitated. I had been left on the edge of an interrupted orgasm thanks to T.Y. I could probably finish up with Johnny but also- ugh- that was too much work. I pressed the button to the elevator, hearing Taeil and T.Y. bickering in the distance. The doors opened and I stepped through, looking down at my phone again.

Johnny💕: party. On the beach by the amusement park. Wanna go?

Did parties count as dates? Or did it mean that he just wanted me to go for the hell of it? I wondered if he had invited anyone else.

Who’s going?

I saw the ellipse of his response wriggling on the screen and I waited. I didn’t like the way my notification vibration made my heart jump every time he responded.

Johnny💕: some people I know. Not like in our circle. Its gonna be chill. Come with.

Why should i?

I stepped out of the elevator and headed out of the library towards the parking lot. My car wasn’t too far and i got to it quickly, stepping in and starting up the engine. I checked my phone again just as his name popped up.

Johnny💕: wanna see u.

I dropped my phone as i panicked and when i reached to pick it up from between my feet i hit my head on the steering wheel, making the horn go off and startling me even more. FUCK! I rubbed the sore spot on my forehead and looked at the message once more. His message was still there, clear as day. It wasn’t an illusion. He wanted to see me, to actually hang out with me. I never thought I would ever get that from him. Maybe it was just a joke. I let out a loud whine and threw myself back in my seat. I hated him so much. Why did he have to draw me back in every time? I wanted to lie to myself so bad and say that those three little words didn’t mean anything to me. But the truth was that I wanted to see him too.

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“What kind of party is this?” I asked as I stepped out of Johnny’s car. We had driven to the beach adjacent to the local amusement park that was almost an hour away. It better be a worthwhile party since I had to endure a car ride of hesitant silence between us that was only filled with shitty trap music and remixes. Occasionally we would cast glances at each other- I would notice the veins in his arm as he drove one handed and leaned back in his seat, how his fingers drummed against his thigh or the steering wheel, and the way his skinny jeans cupped his bulge in all the right ways. Every once in awhile he would switch the hand he was driving with, letting the other drift to the center console between us. His pinky or middle finger would brush against my bare thigh and that’s when our eyes would meet. He would always adjust himself and sit up straighter after that. I had no idea what the fuck was going on in his head and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to find out.

When I stepped out of the car though I could smell the salty bitterness of ocean air coupled with the smokiness of a fire. I had never been to a beach party before. I assumed it would be a bit nicer then one held in some trashed house or tiny apartment. I however didn’t think my outfit through enough. A halter top and mini skirt was not enough to keep me warm from the ocean breeze and beginnings of fall. I hugged myself, rubbing my hands up and down my shoulders to try and get some heat in me. I was ready to go near that fire asap. I looked back at Johnny who had finished locking up his beat up hyundai. I didn’t dare move without him; i was way too afraid to enter some party full of people I didn’t know.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I was waiting for you. They’re your friends, not mine.” I shifted my weight, bouncing a little.

“Why the hell are you fidgeting?”

“I’m cold, ok? Can we get to the fire please?”

“No one told you to wear barely anything.” He grabbed my arm and guided me towards the steps of the boardwalk.

“Oh, shut it! You like when I wear barely anything. Besides you said it was on the beach but it’s colder than i thought!” i tried wiggling out of his grasp but he kept me close to him. I pouted as we both descended down the wooden stairs, reaching the student infested sands. Johnny kept forward already greeting people he knew but I stayed frozen in place. This party was my absolute worst nightmare. Preppy, privileged bastards in khaki shorts and pastel polos and god awful ugly sandals that just screamed “hey my mom scammed the school system to get me into this college for free.” Those hoity toity bastards were coupled with plenty of chicks who looked like their favorite thing to do was cry over not getting a name brand purse from their sugar daddies. In the sea of eurocentric features Johnny and I stuck out like two sore thumbs, yet here he was laughing it up with them. I didn't want to be here at all.

I stayed in the corner, almost beneath the boardwalk entirely, wanting to cast the shadows around me and disappear. Johnny was some social butterfly that seemed to make everyone laugh as soon as he arrived. He was already getting passed a blunt and popping caps off of beer bottles. I doubted he even noticed I wasn't beside him. But i sure as hell noticed, and recognized, the blonde that bounced up to him with vigor. It was the one who he was with the night I was with Ten, the one who he didn't crop out of his snap all the way, the one who's nails were still sparkly and bubblegum pink as ever like ten flashing neon signs. She was already draping herself over him, those stupid pink nails coming to cup his face to try and pull him in for a kiss.

I turned away then, feeling sick to my stomach. I didn't want to watch whatever he decided to do with her. I was stuck here since i was stupid enough to let him drive. I couldn't even go to the car and lay down in solitude. I wondered if Quinn could somehow convince Jaehyun to come get me but he would probably just want to drink and smoke once he got here too. I sighed and fiddled with the thin straps of my halter top, adjusting the fit over my chest. I also wondered how long Johnny wanted to stay. It was already nearing midnight and I wasn’t in the mood to be here until 5 or 6 am. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through some social media, passing a chunk of time by. Eventually, out of the corner of my eye i could see a group of those khaki wearing bastards getting closer to me, trying to be inconspicuous about it and failing miserably.

I couldn't hear what they were saying but they were laughing loud enough to keep me on edge. I glanced over at the rest of the party goers, trying to gauge where Johnny was at. I couldn't see his deep navy beanie everywhere. A little part of me was starting to panic. Surely, he didn't just ditch me to go hook up with fucking malibu barbie. I was half tempted to text him when my view was suddenly blocked by a flash of pink. I looked up to see a chiseled chin and perfectly swooped blonde hair. His deep blue eyes seemed predatory and i hated the way he had closed the distance between us so quickly.

“Can i help you?” I asked. I took a step back, showing that I wanted nothing to do with him.

“What's your name, sweetheart?” He gripped onto the edge of the boardwalk above me making me feel like a trapped rat in a cage.

I shifted uncomfortably but held my head up, feigning my confidence. “None of your business. Can you back the fuck up?”

He didn't budge one bit. “You know, you're pretty cute for a mixed chick, kinda dark but-” he licked his lips and looked me up and down. “We can work around that.”

I clenched my jaw almost as tightly as i did my fist. Did he really just say that? Right to my face? “Back. The fuck. Up.” I growled.

“That attitude is cute, sweetheart, but lose it for a minute. My friends and I just wanted to know if you wanted to have some fun tonight. We're all kind of craving something sweet.”

“Fuck you.” I shoved him back with all my might as my breath reach a high level of panic. I craved to remove myself from this situation entirely, but he was bigger and stockier than me. I wedged myself between him and a supporting beam of the boardwalk, get a few small inches away from him. His calloused hand gripped my shoulder and pulled me back against him. A chunk of hair had managed to get trapped under his assault, yanking my head back with the force. I let out a yelp and struggled against him. “Let go of me!”

“Struggling only adds to the fun.” He smirked down at me and gave my hair another tug. I could feel tears prickling at my eyes. I hated feeling scared and i hated how he thought he could get away with this. I clawed at his hand, almost having to rip it free from my curls and pounded my small fist against his barrel chest.

“Fuckin’ asshole!” I screamed, loud enough that it seemed to draw the attention of the other party goers. I stepped back quickly, managing to free myself more so than last time. I sprinted down the beach as tears began falling down my cheeks. I was too helpless and angry to stop them. I wanted to get away from this place entirely but I still had no way out without Johnny.

“Eri!” I heard the familiar voice call out to me.

I ignored it and kept treading through the sand, working through the way it weighed down my sandals. I heard my name again, this time significantly closer.

“Eri! Wait up!”

I sniffled and whipped around, seeing Johnny barreling up to me. “I want to fuckin’ leave, John. Right now.”

He looked taken aback. “What happened? Are you crying?”

“I don't want to talk about it. Take me home.”

He set his arms on my shoulders, making me face him. “I leave you only for like an hour and something goes down. What the fuck?”

“What the fuck? What the fuck is right? Why'd you bring me to this stupid party? Was this some kind of joke?!” I pushed him hard and he barely took a step back.

He ignored my anger and instead grabbed my face in his hands.” Just tell me what happened already?”

I slapped his hands away, not wanting to feel anyone's touch against me. “That guy is a fucking pig. He wanted to pass me around to his little privileged bastard friends like i was some piece of “chocolate” or whatever else his fetishist ass wanted to do. Probably drug me and force me into a gangbang because apparently “struggling is part of the fun!”

“He said that to you?” Johnny asked, firmly.

“No, i just like lying about being harassed and fetishized. It really gets me off. Almost as much as him assaulting me and pulling my hair.” I rolled my eyes and threw up my hands in frustration. “You know what, you don't have to believe me. You guys are all the fucking same anyway.”

He stood quiet for a moment, nodding a bit. “Bet.”

I opened my mouth but i couldn't even put forth an argument before Johnny split from me. Sand kicked up from his shoes as he bounded in quick strides back towards the bonfire area. What the hell was he doing?! I watched in horror as his shoulder connected with my harasser's stomach, tackling him to the ground. Johnny raised his fist into the air and with a hard snap it rebounded off the other man's jaw. His head reeled back and i was sure blood i saw splatter onto the sand. I was frozen, completely stunned. My heart thundered in my ears as i saw the other rich frat boys circling behind Johnny like hawks.

“You're fucked, man! Don't ever say that shit to her again!”

I was already on edge and i didn't want anything to take a turn for the worse, well worse that it already was. I made a beeline for Johnny, pulling him off the other guy with all my might. “You're insane!” I screamed at him.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” The blond prick said, spitting out a wad of blood.

“If you ever, ever, put your hands on her again, Matt, I'll make you fucking regret it.”

The vengeance in his eyes was almost as scary as the bodies closing in on us. I tugged on Johnny's arm, trying to urge him to move. “Come on! I don't have time to scrape your guts off the boardwalk!” He stayed firm as if he was ready to take on the entire world for me. It took another hard pull to finally get him to start moving. “Let's go!” i shouted as i booked it faster than i had done for the entire night. At this pace i was seconds away from becoming a damn olympic athlete. My lungs were burning and i was struggling to keep up with Johnny's longer strides. He grabbed my hand and dragged me along. I made the mistake of looking back and i could see the five assholes already quick on our tails.

We managed to run up the stairs on the opposite end of the boardwalk, sprinting along the border of the amusement park. If we could hang a left we'd be able to head back to the parking lot and get to Johnny's car. “Johnny!” I panted. “Parking lot!” He didn't seem to hear me as he too was now looking back to see how close they were. Instead of heading to the parking lot he yanked me towards the right, shoving us both behind a maintenance building. I panted heavily and whispered. “What the fuck?! Why didn’t you go left?!!”

“I panicked, ok?!”

“I literally told you to go left! Ugh, if you hadn’t decked him in the face you wouldn’t be in danger of being jumped!”

He pressed himself flush against me, pinning me to the wall as we heard footsteps trudging closer. “Fuck!” It was too much of a close call and he took control again, pulling us to the gates of the park until we were about to hit a dead end. “Climb up the gate!”

“Excuse me?! That thing is like 10 feet high! How the hell am i-” Johnny swiftly grabbed my hips and hoisted me up. I scrambled to grab a hold of the top of the gate and pull myself up. I managed to wiggle my legs to the other side, dangling as i felt my arms burn. Fear settled into the pit of my stomach as i didn’t want to drop down and break my damn ankle or something. Johnny jumped up much easier than i would have and hauled himself over in seconds. Pfft, show off.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down. Past the gates, the park was swallowed in darkness as it was beyond closing time. The shadows provided us better cover as we stumbled through. My arms were hurting from all the pulling and yanking. My legs were as heavy as lead and my lungs felt like they were about to explode. A gross metallic taste was coating my tongue as if I was going to puke blood any minute. The band of idiots seemed to have lost our whereabouts, giving us a moment of peace for now. While I was recuperating I realized that the police might actually be called and we could get hit with a charge of trespassing and assault. Panic started to set in quick and I shifted around uncomfortably.

“We have to leave. I don’t want to get caught!” I still whispered, afraid that anyone could hear me although we were all alone.

“We won't get caught. Just...give me a second.” He was bent over, gripping his knees as he took longer to catch his breath.

“Cigarettes and weed catching up to you?” I wheezed a bit.

He gave me the finger. “Fuck off.”

“You’re a complete idiot, Johnny. What the hell are we going to do now? The parking lot is all the way on the other side. How are we going to get passed them again?”

He straightened up and wiped the back of his mouth as he headed towards the bumper cars we had ended up by. He plopped down in one of the cars, laying his arms across the back and sighing. “We'll just give it some time. They’ll calm down and then we can leave. Either that or they’ll get too piss drunk to even realize what happened. Relax.”

“What do you mean relax? How do you expect me to relax when so many things just went wrong?!”

“Can you literally just shut up? For two seconds? You’re stressing me out now and I don’t need that shit.” He pulled his half crushed carton of cigarettes out from his pocket and I saw the flame of his lighter ignite.

Him stressed? I should deck him in the mouth just for saying that. I grumbled as I trudged over to the bumper car and climbed in, giving his knee a slap. “Quit man spreading and let me sit down.”

He closed his legs and i managed to wiggle in the minimal space beside him. A quietness slipped between us, only his soft exhales of smoke and the sea breeze whistling through the trees could be heard. He extended the cigarette over to me, which I almost denied. “I didn’t pop the ball so it won’t be as bad.”

He had actually remembered that I hated the taste of menthols. “Still gross.” I took it anyway and inhaled deeply hoping it would calm the incessant nervousness that had taken over me. I kept looking over my shoulder just waiting for us to be busted any second. Minutes passed and I hadn't heard any sirens. The tenseness in my muscles ceased and I was able to ease back into the hard plastic seat. Johnny’s fingers drummed by my shoulders as I passed the cigarette back to him. I shifted a bit as he started unconsciously spreading his legs again, his knees practically touching the steering wheel. I leaned my head towards his chest which made him straighten up instantly. He pulled his arms from around the seat and settled his hands on his thighs, rubbing them against his jeans as if to wipe off the sweat from his palms. I looked at him, wondering if I should break the silence. “Um...thanks for kinda sticking up for me...I guess.” I mumbled.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “What he said was seriously fucked. Sorry that he did that…”

“Don’t apologize for him, he's the one that's a perv…Honestly, I didn’t think you would do anything about it. Well at least not like that. I’m sorry that I said you were the same as those guys...”

“Look, i’m an asshole but i’m not that much of an asshole. Surprisingly enough my mom did raise me right.” He flicked the cigarette butt off the side of the car.

“I know... It’s just that no one’s ever really done that for me. I'm used to defending myself and my friends, but he made me feel so...fucking small.” I crossed my arms over my chest, turning away from Johnny in hopes of deflecting the trembling in my voice. The weak feeling remained in my stomach as i could still feel Matt’s hands on me. Even though it caused more trouble than what it was worth, I was glad Johnny had punched him. If we didn't have the threat of being arrested (or jumped) looming over our heads, I would’ve let him destroy that creep. I dragged my knuckle just under my waterline to wipe a tear that threatened to cross the threshold and sniffled softly.

“Aw c’mon, you’re not gonna be a baby about it now are you?” Johnny nudged me and laughed a bit. I swatted at his hand, not really appreciating his efforts to lighten the mood with an insult. He must have sensed how it affected me as he changed his tune suddenly. “Shit...hey, I didn’t mean it like that. A prick like that doesn't deserve any of your emotional attention. Don't let him have the last laugh.” I felt his index finger brush under my chin before turning my face towards him. “I’m serious, ok?”

I nodded a bit, trying my best to accept his words, until i felt a wetness under my chin. “Are your fingers wet or something?”

“Huh?” What do you mean?”

“I feel something wet on me.” I grabbed my phone then, turning the flashlight on as i pulled his hand away from my face. I shone the light on it until it caught the splotch of blood across his knuckles. “Good job, idiot. You busted your knuckles punching him. They're gonna start swelling soon.”

He shrugged. “I've had worse. I'll be fine.”

“Still…” I looked up at him. “You got hurt because of me.” I felt a little bit guilty. “I-I think i may have some tissue somewhere in my purse.”

“Eri, it's literally ok. I don't care.”

“I care, ok?!” I huffed as handed him my phone and dug through my wristlet, searching for the pack of tissue i had stuffed inside it. “Hold the light up for me.” I pulled one out and dabbed at the blood as best as i could, revealing small cuts across two of his knuckles. “You probably caught his teeth when you hit him.” I held the tissue against the cuts adding pressure in hopes of stopping the bleeding for now.

“Maybe…” he sighed and turned the light off, setting my phone between us. “Why are you so worried about me?”

“I-I wouldn’t say i’m worried or anything! Just like...you can’t just be gross and bleed everywhere!” I shifted a bit in my seat and snapped my mouth shut not wanting anything else embarrassing to spill out like word vomit. His hand weakly gave mine a squeeze, a soft grunt indicating that it hurt him just to do that minimal movement. I sighed. “Why are you so stubborn?”

I felt his forehead press against mine and felt the shift in his shoulders as he shrugged. “Don’t know. In my nature I guess.” The minty tobacco scent on his breath fell against my lips and I could tell he was getting even closer. The kiss was so soft and gentle i almost didn’t feel it. “Thanks for making sure i dont ‘bleed everywhere’.” he chuckled.

I didn’t move, even when his other hand came to rest on my thigh, shyly creeping beneath the hem of my skirt. “Johnny…” I whispered. I knew he meant no harm in his touch but the bit contact made me shrink back just a bit. I loved when Johnny touched me but my body seemed to be giving into the knee jerk reaction of defending myself- like i was trying to make up for what i wanted to do earlier but couldn't. I wanted to force that out of my head instantly. He, however, seemed to take notice of my change in demeanor.

“Hey…” He cleared his throat a bit. “We don’t have to. I just thought that maybe…” he took a moment to figure out how to word his thoughts properly. “I don't want the last thing you feel tonight to be his hands on you. You dont deserve that.”

I didn't want that either. I wanted that scum to be wiped cleaned from my skin and memory like a chalkboard. I buried my face in Johnny's neck wrapping my arm around his shoulders. He pulled me into his lap, keeping me secure against him in a way i so desperately craved. He placed soft kisses against my my temple and all the way down to my shoulder. His fingers gently rubbed at the small of my back until my muscles melted away their tension. I sighed softly and inched myself towards his plush lips, turning my head just in time to catch a kiss to the cheek and turn it into an eager dance of our lips against one another. I cupped his face and tilted my head just a bit deepening the kiss. Our chests were pressed against each other, neither of us being able to catch the breaths we were stealing. He slipped a small moan into my mouth and i could feel the small timbre against my tongue. His grip on me was getting tighter though he was moving away from my kisses. “H-hey…” He whispered.

I tried to kiss him again but he jerked his head back. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I just...wanna make sure you’re chill you know? Before it goes too far…”

“Oh so now who’s worried about who?” I teased.

“My knuckles are one thing, you feeling like you’re not in control of your body and feeling forced to do something is not. Trust me, i know about that all to well.”

I straddled his lip, edging my thighs over either side of his. “Johnny, you caring enough to stop is the most considerate and human thing you’ve ever done for me.”

“A-ah…um…D-don’t make it weird, Eri.” He pushed his head into my chest, hiding completely from me.

“I mean it. I’m okay with you, with us. I don’t feel like you’re forcing me. And you were right, i shouldn’t let him have that hold on me. He doesn’t deserve my attention. You do.” I tilted his head up and kissed him again. “After all you said you don’t want him to be the last thing I felt tonight. So let me feel you instead. Just be careful with your hand, ok?” I brought the back of his hand to my lips, giving it a small peck before setting his palm over my ass.

“You can be mine for the night then…” He whispered as he decorated my collarbone with tiny love bites, branding my skin with the faintest of marks. Both his hands slipped under my skirt gripping my ass and pulling me flush against the center of his jeans while his teeth tugged at the fabric of my halter top. I untied the strings around my neck, letting my breasts free. Another gust of wind rattled through the park making me shudder. Though my skin was just starting to heat up the ocean air was still too cold to my liking. Johnny moved away for a moment and i felt him shuffling as he pulled off his oversized flannel shirt. He set it on my shoulders before wrapping his lips around my nipple. I slipped my arms through the sleeves, content at the newfound warmth and the way Johnny was eagerly bringing my nipples to attention. I kept his head close while my other hand trailed down the waistband of his jeans.

I plucked away at the button and zipper, allowing just enough room for my small hand to slide into his boxer briefs. His hips bucked just a bit when my fingers rolled over the head of his cock and down to his balls, cupping them slightly. I could already feel him reacting to the delicate touches and i wanted to coax more from him. He eased himself into slow rolls, filling my palm with his growing girth. I wrapped my fingers around him trailing languid strokes from his base to just under his head. The hums he made were so delicate i could barely hear them but rather felt the ticklish vibrations around my nipple. I exhaled airily as i gripped the nape of his neck. His devotion switched to my other breast while mine drew my fingertips to his slit.

Tenderly, i swirled my finger around the hypersensitive area, just barely dipping my nail into him. He separated from my chest and breathed out my name igniting sparks deep within my center. That frantic way his deep voice wrapped around that syllable made me love my name more than anything. With the slightest of throbs a bead of precum coated my fingertip. I traced it down his shaft, outlining a vein and making Johnny roll his head back against the seat.

I pressed needy kisses against his throat as if his moans could satisfy the hunger building within me. I quickened my strokes and filled his ear with promises of how good I wanted us to feel together, how deep i wanted him inside me, and how i wanted him to say my name as if it was the only word he knew. How he drew this confidence to even utter such sins, i'll never know but he sure as hell seemed grateful for it. His uninjured hand was clutching at my wrist, following the ups and downs and quick flicks. His lips parted and a heavy groan coated his perfect lips. I stole another kiss wanting to take in that desire that fueled my wetness.

“Baby,” he practically whined. “Fuck...more…”

I lifted my hips, just hovering over his cock. Slowly i pressed him against the seat of my panties, dragging his head up and down my slit through the damp fabric. I circled my hips every time the tip of his cock hit the most sensitive part of my clit. My thighs trembled under the pressure and i hid my mewl with the back of my hand. Johnny worked to follow my undulations adding more speed and digging into my entrance every few seconds. A rough grunt accompanied his fevered hand in shoving my skirt around my waist and clawing at the barrier between us. “Off.” He stated.

I stood up, Johnny holding onto me to keep me steady as i yanked my panties down to curl at my ankles. “Condom?”

“Always.” He chuckled. I heard him searching for the rubber. After the familiar sound of him spitting out a piece of foil he shoved his jeans down further leaving him just as bare as i was. I saw each move in the shadows and he beckoned me to rejoin him on his lap. I sat down on my throne, keeping my back to his chest as he kept an arm around my waist. I guided him towards my entrance, stretching around inch by painfully thick inch until he vanished inside me. My feet settled on the outside of his knees while my hands braced onto the sides of the bumper car.

I lifted my hips carefully before sliding back down taking slow exhales in between. Each pump coaxed out more of my cum, the slickness easing my movements. Eventually i was able to bounce faster, even swirling my hips and dipping down all the way to his base. The back of my head rested on his shoulder, giving him perfect access to the delicate spot beneath my jawline that pleaded to be marked, bruised, and sucked on. He knew exactly what my body wanted and compiled, sucking blood to the surface. My legs buckled, my thighs pursing together as wave after wave of electricity hit me.

Johnny landed a quick slap to my inner thigh and they flee open again, creating a path for his fingers to spread my lower lips open. His middle finger circled against my clit, digging ever so slightly beneath the hood. My walls spasmed around him, clamping down tight. His thrusts rushed through the tightness, increasing the pressure inside me and fucking me so furiously rough that i could barely keep up. I clutched at my hair, my chest, the back of the seat, anything to try and steady my mind enough to not go crazy.

He gripped my face and jerked it towards his, licking and nipping at my lips. “Turn around.” I twisted my way around, parting from his cock for a bit before retaining my position. He edged me back, forcing me to balance myself against the steering wheel. “Ride me, Eri.”

I nodded quickly, swallowing back the dryness in my throat. I ground my hips into his, practically feeling him bulging against my stomach. My nails dug into the textured plastic clawing out the worse sounds that were masked with my rushed moans. Faster and faster our hips met, luring out the most incredible feeling in the world. I reached for him and he yanked me towards him. His arms wrapped around me tight as our lips crashed together until our orgasms wracked through our systems. We didn't let each other go even then, choosing to slow down our thrusts and grinds until the oversensitivity formed aftershocks of pleasure. My whimpers matched his short groans, trading them between our tongues. When we finally parted he buried his face on my neck and i was hit with the aching realization of how sore my legs were.

“My legs are killing me.” I whined.

“Sorry, baby. Bumper car sex was probably not the best idea but I don’t regret that one bit.” He covered my neck and chest in kisses making me giggle. “I can check it off my fuckit list at least.”

“Oh my god, please shut up.” I pushed him away playfully before sliding him out of me. My body gaped around the empty feeling, wishing that he could stay within me all night but my lower half was extremely fatigued and i was tempted to ask him to carry me to the car. Besides. the last place i wanted to stay at was this damn amusement park. I wiggled my skirt down to cover my ass and plopped down beside him. He made quick work of pulling off the used condom and adjusting himself back in his jeans. I rested my head on his shoulder, gripping onto his firm bicep. “Take me home now, Johnny.”

“You’re gonna have to stop clinging onto me if you want to get home. Also i don’t want to hold my jizz forever. I need to get to the garbage can.”

I groaned and hobbled out of the car, hating every second of it. I struggled to get my underwear back on while Johnny stepped out beside me. While i was tying my halter top and pulling his shirt taught against my chest he pushed me back towards the gate we jumped over earlier, taking a moment to toss out the condom in the nearby trash. He stretched his arms out towards me, preparing to get me over the gate. “Come on, i’ll lift you up.”

I winced at the thought of getting hauled up there again. My stomach was already cramping and i was still trying to shaking out the static-y feeling in my legs. I sighed and let him lift me anyway, knowing this was the only way out where we were least likely to get caught. I hoisted myself over, again waiting for him to help bring me down. When we were both on the other side I looked around trying to figure out which way to go. “I think the beach wraps all the way around the park and goes to the other side of the parking lot but it’s gonna take awhile to get to the car. Do you want to chance it and try and cut across the boardwalk?”

“Ugh, not really. I’m pretty sure I can hear their music still. I don’t mind walking around. What about you?”

“Only if you carry me.”

He rolled his eyes and squatted in front of me. “Fine. Get on.”

“Wait, really?” I asked, stunned.

“If it keeps you from whining the whole time, yeah. Let’s go.”

“Well, f-fine!” I hiked myself onto his back, wrapping my arms loosely around his shoulders. He adjusted me until he felt comfortable and started walking across the shoreline, beginning our long journey to the parking lot. He didn’t seem all too bothered by giving me a piggyback ride and i appreciated not having to use my sore legs. I set my head on his shoulders, the warmth of his body and steady strides coupled with my post sex fatigue was enough to make me want to fall asleep right then. I twirled my index finger loosely around the silver chain he wore and closed my eyes.

“Don’t you fall asleep while I’m doing all the work, princess.”

I yawned deeply, already feeling myself drift off. “You’re the one who agreed to it, daddy...”

The lulling movements stopped suddenly and my eyes flew open as I actually realized what i had said. Stupid Lucas putting that in my head! I was gonna kill him! I had no idea if i should pretend I hadn’t said anything or just laugh it off. My mind was on the fritz and shifting full throttle into panic.

“Did you just-?”

“No!” I blurted out. Way to not acknowledge it and brush it off, idiot.

I could hear him try and hide his laughter. “You did. You actually called me daddy.”

“NO I DIDNT! I JUST...IT'S ALL LUCAS’ FAULT!”

“WHAT? You call Lucas daddy??!”

Oh god, no. Abort. Abort. I wiggled myself down from his hold and squirmed, bolting away from my embarrassment. Technically, it made no sense since we had to ride home together, but at this moment i wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

“Eri! Get back here!”

Shit. Shit. Shit! I tried to run faster but my legs did not want to keep up with me. Soon enough I felt Johnny's arms wrap around me, spinning me around before we collapsed onto the sand. “Tell me!” He commanded.

“No!” I covered my face feeling how red it was getting. He grabbed my hands instantly and pinned them down beside my head. I squeezed my eyes shut already wanting to disappear from beneath him.

“Is it some kink you have? Hmm?”

“I'm gonna kill you.” I whimpered.

“Aww c'mon princess. Dad-daddy wants to-” he couldn't even finish his taunt without bursting into laughter.

I groaned and tried to kick myself from under him but he only pressed into me harder. “Shut up! You're being a jerk! I-i don't even know if I like it!” I semi lied.

His laughter died down slowly and he placed another heated kiss on my lips. “Hmm, that's too bad because i think i do.”

My eyes flew open just as he pulled off me, getting up and resuming his walk down the shore. I turned onto my stomach, looking at him in shock. Did he really say what i think he did? I scrambled to my feet and went after him. When i finally caught up my face was still flushed. “D-do you really?” I asked shyly.

He didn't say anything, only giving me a small wink. I cast my gaze downward and kept my mouth shut, afraid of what else would come out of this beach trip. He joined me in my silence, which wasn't terribly awkward but filled with a sexually tense curiosity. He shoved his hands in his pockets and i clutched onto his arm, getting close enough to set my head against his shoulder. He didn't seem to mind and slowed down his strides so i wouldn't trail behind. Even though tonight was a train wreck at the beginning i never thought that it would end with us walking along the beach under the moonlight.

His yawn broke our silence and i looked at the time on my phone. The sun was just beginning to taint the sky with hues of hazy purples and soft blues. We still had that long drive back and i was sure the both of us would spend the day sleeping. Im sure he wouldn't want to drive the extra bit over to his apartment. “Hey, do you just wanna crash at my place?” I asked.

He nodded, that adorable sleepy look crossing his face again. Guess he wasn't up defending his manhood and fuckboy ways this time. “How about i drive us home? I think i'm a little bit more awake that you are.”

“Sounds good. I'm ready to pass the fuck out.” He handed me the keys from his pocket as our long walk finally ended at his car. We got in and i started it up, finally pulling away from the hellhole. I relaxed my hand loosely on the gear shift as i drove. Out of the corner of my eye i could see Johnny already falling asleep. His hand was close to mine, his slender fingers looking perfect and angelic to me in the strangest way. The tip of his pinky edged against mine until they linked together. I smiled a little bit, feeling my whole body tingle with warmth. I was feeling too much like a teenager with a crush and this wasn’t making it any easier.

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I unlocked the door to the apartment, trying to be as quiet as possible. I wasn't sure if Quinn was here or asleep but i didn't want to be too loud. Johnny followed behind me shutting the door softly. I took his hand and guided him through the darkness until i reached my room. I turned on my desk lamp so the dim light didn't bother us too much. He was quick to get to my bed, craving its comfort.

“Do you need any pj's?” I asked.

He shook his head, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I sleep naked.”

I smirked and laughed a bit. “Of course you do. C'mon then, before you fall asleep in your jeans.”

He groaned and reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Meanwhile i worked to toss off my skirt and panties, pulling off my halter top but leaving on Johnny's comfy flannel. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too obvious that i wanted to keep it on all night. When i turned my attention back to him, he was comfortably naked and still sitting on the edge of my bed. I stepped between his knees and pushed his hair back while he rested his head on my stomach. I dont know what prompted my memory but i suddenly remembered the cuts on his knuckles. “Oh! I should probably take care of that now.”

“Of what?”

“Your hand, duh. I'll be right back.” I pulled away from him and headed towards the door. It wasn't until i reached the bathroom that i truly caught the scent that seeped through the fabric and it smelled so good. I couldn't help but bring the collar to my nose and take in his cologne mixed with the mint of his cigarettes. Usually the smell of cigarettes wasn’t pleasant but for some reason it worked on him. Maybe it was just because the shirt mimicked how i loved the way he held me the past couple of times we hooked up. And after tonight i had the fairy tail idea implanted in my brain that he could protect me from any sort of evil i had to face again. It felt good.

Gathering my thoughts, i remembered why i had left my room and rummaged through the cabinet under the sink grabbing the few medical supplies we had. I thought to grab something from the freezer to ease the swelling. The light of the bathroom was just barely enough to guide me to the kitchen where i found an ice pack. I made my way back to my room, closing the door behind me with my foot. Johnny had risen from the bed and instead was in the corner of my room curiously examining my guitar. Fuck.

“What are you doing?”

He shot up quickly. “I just never noticed this before. You play?”

“Uh...y-yeah, a little. Well i guess a lot.”

“You're new at it or-?”

“I...i-um...i've been doing it since high school but I don't really talk about my music stuff. It's kinda embarrassing.”

“How so?”

I shrugged and looked down at my feet. “I'm not really talented or anything.”

He walked back over to the bed and sat down. “You in a band?” He asked deflecting my self degradation.

“Yeah, kinda. We practice and play some gigs.” I set myself between his knees again, laying out the tools i needed to patch him up beside me.

“Oh? What kind of music do you guys play?”

I winced at the question. “Well we...we kinda do um this thing called emo and metal cover night where we just play songs of that genre at this local club. That's why i said i'm not really talented or anything. We don't write our own songs, i can't make up lyrics, my voice isn't super good.”

“But you have fun?”

I nodded.

“Then that's all that fucking matters, dude. And i'm sure you're not as bad as you think. Could i come to one of your shows?”

I stared up at him, eyes as wide as saucers. “Y-you? Come see me??”

“Yeah? Don't your friends go to see you play?”

“Absolutely not. They don't know i do it.”

“What?! Why not? Why are you so embarrassed about it?”

I sighed. “Do you really want to hear me sing ‘Welcome to the Black Parade’ to a group of 20 to 30 somethings that can't fill a bar?”

“Yes.” His quick answer was enough to make my face flush.

“Why?” I whispered.

“I don't think you should hide what you like. Maybe i want to listen to ‘Welcome to the Black Parade’ in a grungy bar.”

I snorted. “Do you even know who that's by?”

“Listen, i had my emo phase when i was 14. Unlike you i grew out of it.” He teased. “Then towards the end of high school i grew my hair out really long and hung out with a bunch of skater kids that listened to screamo.”

“You with long hair?! How long?” I ripped open an alcohol pad and swiped it across his cuts making him hiss.

“Ah-um...past my shoulders.”

“Holy shit. I could never picture you with hair that long.”

“Trust me it was a mistake. I cut it all off like my second year of college.”

“Well thank god for that.” I added a few dabs of antibiotic ointment to the cuts. They were already starting to close just a bit, a good sign that they weren't too deep. I added some bandaids around his knuckles and fingers, mostly satisfied with my handiwork. “Do you want the ice pack?”

“Nah, i'm good. Tell me, do you have a little slutty nurse outfit to put on or are you just gonna wear my shirt all night.” he smirked.

I jumped a little at the mention of his shirt. “Do you, um, want it back?”

He shook his head and leaned back onto the bed. “You look good in it.” He mumbled.

“Ah…” i twiddled with the buttons on the oversized sleeves. We stood quiet for a moment while our eyes couldn’t decide if they wanted to deflect our gazes or meet them head on. I could see a hint of pink on his cheeks that he kept trying to hide.

“Anyway, guess i'll get to bed here.” I nodded and scooted back just a bit to gather up the medical supplies. I tossed out the garbage and made my way to my bed, crawling in beneath the covers. Johnny laid beside me, his side of the covers tossed across his waist. A part of me was already wishing that he would hold me as this was basically the second time he would be staying in my bed. I wanted that feeling of him against me but maybe cuddling was way too personal. I didn't need to add fuel to the fire of my impending thoughts of a crush. Still, maybe after tonight he would give way to similar thoughts. I inched myself closer to him until i pressed my cheek to his chest making him jump up.

“What are you doing?”

I pressed my lips to his briefly. “Just...laying down.”

“You have to be on top of me?”

I pulled away, stung by his words. “Oh...no. Sorry.” I retreated to my side of the bed, facing away from him. Of course i looked like the idiot now. Being shot down like that was a blow to the ego that i should've factored in. But my stupidity got the best of me. My room was covered in silence now, the small space between our bodies seeming as vast as an abyss and full of our awkwardness. I closed my eyes then as i tried to sleep, trying to forget. Sleep didn’t come easy though. It felt like hours passed by of me being awake though my body was screaming that it was tired. It was driving me insane and Johnny’s constant tossing and turning wasn’t helping at all. I was halfway tempted to make him sleep on the couch when i felt his arm wrap around my waist suddenly. He pulled me flush against him, our chests pressed together and his head settling atop mine. Now i was utterly confused at his hot and cold signals. He could be asleep and just having a dream but i wished that it didn't have to play with my emotions.

“Johnny?” I whispered, testing to see if he was actually asleep.

He left out a soft hum, partially acknowledging me. He didn't move away from me, only closer until my face was buried in his neck and i had no choice but to be surrounded by his warmth. His willingness to finally hold me almost made up for his earlier mixed signals. In this fraction of a moment of peace everything felt utterly perfect and I wanted to stay like this forever. He was still an asshole but I could see that underneath his fuckboy exterior he was actually a human being sometimes. I sighed contently as i wrapped my leg over his hips and clutched at his bicep. His hand shifted from my waist to beneath his shirt trailing up my spine and making me flinch away at the ticklish sensation. I felt the small laugh vibrate in his throat and i gave him a small tap on his shoulder. “Don’t tickle me.”

“I’m not.” He rasped. “You’re just sensitive right here.” His fingers drifted up and down my spine again making me squirm against him.

“You freaked out when i tried to lay on your chest earlier, what's with the change of heart?” I probed.

He stood quiet for so long i thought he had fallen asleep again. “Couldn't really get back to sleep. I figured maybe you might be able to help.”

“Help?” I scoffed. “Yeah, maybe i can conk you in the head and knock you out. You'll be asleep then.”

I saw a little smile tug at the corner of his lips. “I'm sure you'd love that. For now, just stay like this.”

I swallowed hard and twirled my finger in his necklace again. “Y-yeah...sure.”

“You feel good.” His words mimicked Lucas’ from a few days ago. I didn’t know how else to respond. I stood quiet, keeping my face hidden. He pressed my hips against him harder and i could feel exactly what he wanted, what he needed. “Help me fall asleep?”

“Slut.” I finally said, rolling my eyes. Of course that’s why he decided to hold me. He chuckled and looked down at me before placing a kiss to my lips.

“Can’t help it when im with you.”

I dug my nails into his skin, my body tensing at his words and the gentle way he was rocking his hips into my residual wetness. “You’re the..” I hummed softly when i felt him press into me. “A-ahh, Johnny wait…”

He eased me onto my back, rolling onto my body and wrapping my legs around him fully. “Can I-?”

“No.” I said sternly. “I’ll beat your ass.”

“The things I do for you, Eri. Why do you have to drive me so fucking insane.” He grabbed my chin and slipped my tongue into his hot mouth almost distracting me. I clutched at his shoulders until he pulled away, reaching down to fumble through his pockets.

“Me drive you insane?” Oh, if you only knew. “I could say the same about you, jerk.”

He rolled on the fresh rubber and settled inside me again. My mind drifted to the last time we were sleepy and begging to fuck. This time it seemed even gentler, his thrusts much slower and soft hums of pleasure tickling my ear. I closed my eyes and arched into his perfect frame, keeping it close as possible.

“I’m the one that should be in an asylum dealing with you.” I panted softly, trying to keep of my facade of not falling in love with the way he felt inside me.

His large hands caressed my forearms, sliding up until our hands intertwined. He squeezed them tight making my heart speed into overdrive. I heard it pumping in my ears as a overwhelming warmth crawled into every inch of my skin. I trembled just at the thought that was clawing at my brain. Please don’t tell me i’m falling in love with him.

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John/Eri Chat

(Day 1)

Hey i had a good time the other night. Ur not so bad lol

Johnny💕: Read

(Day 5)

Hey, havent heard from you in a bit

U ok?

John: Read

(Day 7)

?

Asshole: Read

(Day 11)

Ok…

Forget Him: Read

[dominarava]

YOOOO dog u should totally write some nasty adorable dom ghostface.

oh man your lucky im so hard for him rn lol

i tried something a little different this time and made the subject gender neutral so everyone could have a good time with the ghostman~

Warnings: um i think dub-con, sex, & some pretty violent shit

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Hello~ My name is-- Mr. Fear~

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Curious eyes at the bar lead to quiet conversation. Clinging to his side rest his camera. A journalist. Introducing himself as a Mr. Jed Olsen, he was relatively new to the area. Floating conversations danced around their head as he went on about his job and asked about their life. How shaking it was when he popped up a few days later at the store, taken with him though and the smooth of his conversation coupled with his good looks let the question slip.

"You wanna grab a drink sometime again?"

A sly smile stopped their heart, "We had such a good time last time, why not?"

Soon it became a regular thing to run into one another. Having a drink or just around town, he always seemed to be lingering nearby. How sweet the bitter taste of their sorrows spilling in to his lap became with his keen interest in every piece about them. Even going so far as to lament about this growing feeling swallowing them alive, this consuming paranoia of constantly being watched. The figure lurking in the shadows that had been following them tormented their head space and even crept into the safety of their dreams. Though he kept his cool the fact he was getting so far under their skin was just as thrilling as his grande finale. Knowing when their resolve finally broke, the shift in their closeness to him let another simple question fall from their lips in a dripping slur.

"Your place or mine?"

"Yours."

A brush away for him to dip away into the men's room let him come back with a wafting scent of a heavy musk to refresh himself. Enamored they had no qualms about the suffocating scent as they nearly drug him back to their place with giggling grins shared between them. Something about him demanded to be in the lime light of their affection, but even so, he drilled them on more details of their life that wouldn't be so easily given up. He knew how to pull the answers he wanted though, almost uncaring to any of those that could have heard him on the darkened streets.

"What was your first car?"

"Who do you listen to most often?"

"Did you ever want to leave this city?"

"Has someone ever broken your heart?"

Inquiries about every part of them made them feel like someone cared for once, easily falling into the safety net of his facade as he kept them as close as he could. Never would they ever be able to forget the surrounding fragrance of his cologne when he pulled them in for a heated kiss beyond the shine of the late street lamps. It felt like they weren't ever going to make it home, feeling a jolt of excitement when their front door came into view with their prize from the bar being holding their hand tight.

Burying his lips against their neck he murmured quietly as they fell through the front door with their affection, "Would you believe me if I said you were my first?"

"No?" They chuckled quietly, "You're way too good looking to be a virgin."

"Mm you think so?" He thought aloud before giving them a tap on the rear, "Go freshen up while I make myself more comfortable."

Too drunk to really give much mind, they took off for their bathroom to clean up a touch before getting into the depths of their probable short encounter. The mirror looking back at their own intoxicated visage almost made them reconsider what was happening, but the pump of desire ripping them apart wasn't about to be ignored as they made their way back into their bedroom. Taking the breath from their chest, it was strange to see a camera on a tripod hanging out at the end of their bed.

A scream almost cut the silence as a leather clad hand wrapped over their eyes, "Shh-shh-shh it's just me still. I hope you don't mind," He spoke with the brush of his lips against the tenderness of their ear, "I'm kinda into takin' pictures."

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me Mr. Journalist." They snickered as their barely clad frame brushed against the tight grasp of his being hugged by the buckles and leathers unseen under his clothes the entire night.

The short huff of a laugh he gave before binding their eyes made them sweat a little before the soothe of his tone danced through their ears, "Do you trust me?"

What a strange question, "I-I think so.."

"Good," The seethe was almost a sigh of ecstasy, "Get on the bed."

Familiarity guided their nervous steps to the bed before falling into the greeting of its comfort. Another instruction to remove what was left of their garments left them exposed for his eyes only. Was this the game he played? Getting someone drunk and capturing them in film them for his personal enjoyment? The idea crossed their mind more than once as they felt the brush of him moving between their legs.

A careful brush of their fingers against a hard plastic where his face should have been made even more unease crawl down their throat. Reaching for the strap that blinded them, his hand caught their wrist in movement so swift it stopped their heart.

"Don't worry, you'll get to see- but not yet. Okay?"

"Okay.." They whispered before the warm press of his lips brushed theirs, guiding their hand between their legs.

"Go on- you know what to do." He murmured in a tone so sickeningly sweet they could have melted into the bed.

Their slightly uncoordinated fingers began to lay a gentle pleasure to their heat as he shifted back off them. Silent paces of his feet around the room could be heard floating around them before they returned to their place before them. Feeling a relaxed wave wash through them as he let his hand move between their thighs, the security they felt with him was quickly shaken with the whispering shutter of a camera. Timid, their hand paused their sweet feeling only to have him soothe them with the tender wrap of his words.

"Don't worry about me- you look great~"

Still finding themselves bit taken aback by the thought, they went on as the camera shuttered a few more times with his place getting closer and closer to the intimacy they both desired. When the brush of something hard and cold came across the supple tautness of their breast, the resulting hiccup of fear that held their chest earned a hushed sigh from him before he came back down from his high to ease their worry.

"You said you trusted me right-?" The way his covered hand caressed their cheek was enough to stop anyone in their tracks with the affection laced within it.

A tense nod kept their head from giving much more than a slight nod at the rustling of what they assumed was his pants for him to reveal himself for their moment. Their was a shift in his form as it felt like he leaned back for just a breath of moment before caging them in the pin of his arms, forcing a gasp to quietly belt from their chest.

"I've been watching you-" He chimed quietly with the excited rut of his lubed cock against their sex.

Already the admission of that had their heart pounding, "What- do you mean?" They pressed as he prodded them playfully.

He didn't answer before he was inside, letting them hear the drawn out groan he gave from their tightness holding him firm with their swallowing warmth, "Mm, I mean I took an interest in you-- when I saw you-- I knew you were going to be my next big story."

Nothing prepared them for how much his girth would open them up, letting the space fill with their shaken cries as he laid into them like an animal in heat, "Oh God- I couldn't tell you-- how hard I was-- hearing you talk about that 'Shadow Man' of yours-- you looked so fucking scared," A chuckle that left him before thrusting himself to the hilt made a sickness twist in their gut, "It was so hard- not to tell you it was me~"

With a thrash and squirm they tried to get out from under him, "You fucking prick!"

Having no problem holding them still he went on, "Shh- shh- shh- I never hurt you, did I? Though I'll be honest," The sound of slipping leather and buckle jingling about was quickly silenced by the swift binding of their hands, "There were many nights I thought about not holding back-- good Lord did you tempt me-- but then I would have ruined our big night if I hadn't-- And we couldn't have that now could we?"

"Why- are you telling me this?" They tried to keep their voice level but the overwhelming pleasure of having him so deep was earth shaking.

Finally pulling the blind from their eyes, they were met with the stark white of a ghostly mask clad in black leathers and straps pulled snug around his form, "Because," He started with a deep lean in against their ear as his hips didn't give up their pace, "I want you to hear the story that'll make you famous~"

Before anything could be done to stop him, the still of his knife met the fire of their chest. Being unable to stop their own demise, their sputters of life sprayed across his mask in a gory display. How beautifully it poured and gushed around his blade as the room that was once overflowing with the sound of their pleasures now echoed with the deep, wet plunges of his true dominance. They couldn't tell for sure, but in their fading moments, it felt as if that is when he met his end as well with his pace becoming ragged from the crushing ecstasy pumping through him.

Pinning their ribcage under the stop of his tool, trembling fingers grasped for the grip of it as he grabbed his camera, "Ah- ah- ah- not before we take our final shot for the night~" The upbeat of his tone only settled to make the moment that much unbearable as he positioned himself well betwixt their legs once more.

How many times the camera shuttered before their light faded couldn't be counted, but the excitement in his job well done was the last taste of him they would have before it all went dark. Finding his fun had ended, he made short work of the mess they'd made. The mess He made. On the way out, he couldn't help but stop at their fireplace mantel to glance over all the tchotchkes and photographs that littered it. Sticking out of the inner corner of one was a wallet sized portrait he assumed had been done recently. Plucking it from the frame, he gave it a long look before the swipe of his thumb over the crisp photo of their smiling face left a rouge smear across it, "You'll be my favorite story to tell."

[thirium-fiction]

An Angel’s Tunic (Connor x Reader)

Request: “ Is that my jacket? “ Connor/Reader 

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I wrote this way too fast I need to pace myself but nO and I had a lot of fun writing this one! Thank you to the anon who requested it! Please feel free to request any time! Also, thank you everyone for all the love! I was kind of insecure when I started posting my writing but I’m glad people are enjoying it!

Warnings: None

You sat in the corner of the room across from it, drumming your fingers on the armrest of the chair, your leg pumping up and down in anticipation and need. It taunted you as if it was a living thing and it angered you to no end. You scoffed in annoyance and shook your head.

“It’s such a tease.” You whispered, hoping no one would walk in on the situation you were in with it.

And by ‘it’, you mean Connor’s jacket.

It was folded so neatly, it looked as if it was on display in a high-end store. The bright blue armband illuminating in all the right places along with the label, RK800, written so prestigiously. How can one resist trying on the android’s blazer? He almost never took it off no matter the circumstance. It must’ve been made from the threads of an angel’s tunic. Why so specific you may ask? Who knows. The only thing you knew was that you needed to try it on.

It was the perfect opportunity. Hank was in a deep sleep recovering from a hangover, his snores echoing through the house. Connor, on the other hand, offered to walk Sumo because of Hank’s hangover. You, of course, had to teach Connor how to walk a dog before he could do it on his own, but he seemed to easily get the hang of it and even enjoyed it. He likes dogs after all! However, when he decided to walk the dog this time, he chose to leave his precious jacket behind with you.

Poor choice.

You were practically rocking back and forth, trying to resist the urge to slip it on. If you put it on, you could be caught, and it would lead to an awkward conversation or you could successfully get away with it, knowing what it feels like to wear the jacket. But, you know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat, sadly.

You could practically hear the whisper of, “But, satisfaction brought it back!”

Okay, you were convinced.

You were going to try on Connor’s jacket.

Sliding out of the armchair, you walked across the room to the piece of clothing. Your nerves started to rise as you stood directly in front of it.

‘You got this.’ You thought to yourself, trying to ease the anxiety. ‘Just quickly slip it on and then quickly take it off. No biggie.’

You took a deep breath and moved your arm towards the jacket. Just before your finger tips touched the cloth, you paused.

‘Stop hesitating and try it on.’

With one last breath, you picked up the jacket, ruining its perfect form on the bed. Sweet Jesus, you were going to do it. You put one arm through the sleeve, the other quickly after.

Congratulations, you are now wearing the RK800 AKA Connor’s jacket.

You walked over to the mirror in the bathroom and stared at your reflection. It fit loosely considering it wasn’t your size. The cuffs fell a little over your wrists awkwardly and it felt bulky. No wonder Connor wore it all the time. He knew he was the only one who could rock it. You could faintly smell a musk coming off the jacket. He wore cologne?

But, it smelled like…dog?

“Woof!”

A loud bark came from under you causing you to look down at the source.

Sumo.

“Oh my god!” You said in a hushed whisper. “Wait. You’re back. That could only mean…”

Your head whipped over to the door to the bathroom and there stood the owner of the jacket himself.

“(Y/N)? Is that my jacket?”

You screamed and slammed the door in Connor’s face, locking it before he could say or see any more. You knew you shouldn’t have put it on, but you did anyways, and this was your consequence. Embarrassment in front of none other than Connor. How could you be so foolish?

“Boof!”

You completely forgot that you locked Sumo in there with you. You scratched behind his ears as you could hear the faint knocks of Connor on the other side.

“Ah…(Y/N)? Are you well? I can also see that you are wearing my jacket.”

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

You tried to figure a way out of this mess. “Um, (Y/N) can’t come to the door right now. Her legs are, uh, broken?”

As we can see, you are failing terribly.

“There were no signs of injury when I arrived.”

You sighed in defeat as you walked over to the door and unlocked it, freeing Sumo from captivity in the process. Connor saw how you stood there uncomfortably, shifting weight from one leg to the other, not daring to meet his eyes. He scanned over your body and saw how his jacket hung loosely on you. This was something he’s never experienced. His head tilted as he asked you the following question,

“What made you decide to wear my jacket?”

You shrunk in your spot. You couldn’t tell if he was mad or if he was genuinely curious, but you answered anyways,

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, “I was curious, and I have no impulse control.”

A faint laugh came from Connor as those words came out of your mouth. You relaxed a little at the sound, but you still felt highly uncomfortable. He continued to inspect you like you were a model on display.

“Would you please turn around for me?”

You practically choked.

“Excuse me?”

“I would like for you to turn around. I only have the ability to see the front at the moment, but I would like to see the back.”

What the hell?

Despite being utterly baffled, you turned around anyways. There was a long silence and you could feel your hands start to clam up from nervousness. The pause continued as you argued with yourself, trying to decide whether to break the silence. Before you chose, Connor slowly made his way over to you. His shoes tapping against the ground before he stopped directly behind you. His lack of muscle was made up for with height as he loomed over you. He leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear,

“I have no complaints. You should definitely wear it more often.”

If a person could melt, you would have. But hey, at least you knew what Connor’s jacket felt like.

[masterlist]

[syrahnbloodfeather]

A Knight to Remember Pt 2

The night sky took Syrahn by surprise. The crisp air nipped at her face, shoulders and back, but it was welcomed after running so much just to escape the great hall. She slowed her pace to catch her breath but she dared not linger here; once the guard realized she was gone, this would be the first place he would look.

 Diing! Doong! Diing! Doong!

 The cathedral bells startled her again, but this time she didn't have solid brick to dampen that terrible noise. Syrahn yelped as she cupped her sensitive ears for the eighth time today; she was disoriented by the booming bells and managed to get herself turned around and lost in the Amber Glade gardens. She felt like another hour had passed by the time she managed to wander out of that bush labyrinth, fearing the bells would threaten to go off at any minute. But when she stumbled away from the gardens to gaze at the docks, time grinded to a halt.

Pirate ships. They didn't fly the infamous Jolly Roger but she knew a pirate ship when she saw one; three long galley ships rocked along the churning waves, beaten down and worn out by decades of storms. To add to her joy she saw Miriam, Viridias and their eldest brother Kiash walking up one of the ramps toward what had to be the captain’s cabin, giving her the excuse she needed to start her adventure. Syrahn bolted down the muddy hill in a mad dash, with excitement overflowing from every bone in her body. She nearly tripped one, two, three times over some roots and potholes, but she managed to keep her balance until she reached the bottom of the hill. Her boots sank deep in fresh mud, nearly causing her to fall flat on her face. The little girl grunted with each step, struggling to pull her feet out of the slime to press onward. Eventually she was forced to make a choice: turn back or lose the shoes. Given this rare opportunity, the choice was easy to make.

 Syrahn scampered up the ramp with eyes wide with wonder. The air was heavy with the musk of salt and foreign spices. Creatures she had never seen before walked along the deck, some hauling crates while others pulled on ropes or mopped the floor. She felt like she stumbled into one of her stories, yet some of the details were off. These weren't the elven pirates she's read about. One was only a head taller than her, but he had a scruffy copper beard that reached to the floor. Another was shorter than Syrahn with a shiny bald head, and his outlandish pink mustache covered most of his face. One by one they stopped their tasks to stare at the barefoot elven child that stood on their once clean deck. Their eyes were dull and colorful, but the longer she stood there, the more uncomfortable she became. Eventually the bustling ship fell into silence, save for the low mumbling in the growing crowd. Syrahn’s heart was slamming against her chest and her face was flushed a vibrant red, yet she took in a deep breath, stood as tall as she could, clutched her gown to lift the front off the ground, and walked forward into the crowd of pirates. They stepped aside to give her room, letting the spunky child enter the captain's cabin without incident.

 “Syrahn?!” Miriam snapped in a tone that immediately let her know she was in serious trouble. Viridias and Kiash gazed down at her with both shock and amusement, and the stranger they were talking to a moment ago watched her in silence as well. “What are you doing here?!”

 Syrahn bit her lip while she inhaled, flaring her tiny nostrils to drink in the strange and wonderful scents to clear her mind and gather her thoughts; this was her chance, her one moment to tell all of her siblings - except Lirindas - what she truly wanted. “I…!” Syrahn started, taking a few meager steps forward. “I wanna be a part of family business too!”

 “Heheheh! Uden wirsh?” The stranger spoke in a crude language she did not understand, but his deep voice caught her attention all the same. He was tall, two heads taller than her oldest brother. His eyes were a creamy brown instead of the usual brilliant shining blue she was used to, and his hair was as black as the night sky and a tangled mess. His ears were round and plump instead of thin and pointy like her family's, and his shaggy beard looked coarse and dirty; needless to say, he was the weirdest elf she had ever laid eyes upon. “Walder skilde regen bur?”

 “Mandos vastrungen Syrahn.” Kiash responded in a similar sounding tongue before approaching her. “Where are your boots, little princess?” Finally her brother started talking sensibly.

 “I… left them in the mud…” Syrahn was reluctant to answer truthfully, but even she knew she had nothing to gain by lying. “C-can I join you guys? I want to help the family too…”

 “She shouldn't be here.” Miriam hissed, glaring down at her. “How did she even get here? What use are our guards if they can't keep track of one mischievous child?!”

 “I'm not a child!” The child protested. “I'm almost seven years old! I'm practically a grown woman! And I want to be involved!”

 Kiash gently squeezed her tiny hand. “If you want to help us out you'll behave properly, alright? We can't protect you and Lirindas if you two are getting into trouble.” Her oldest brother stood up straight while he softly began to usher her to the door. “Come on, little princess. Let's go see where you left your boots.”

 “W-wait!” Syrahn yelped, slipping her hand out of his grasp. She stumbled toward the round-eared pirate and stared up at him with wonder; whatever she did, it caused him to smile, revealing his yellowish teeth. The ones he still had, at least. “U-um…”

 “Sigh-run.” He mouthed her name slowly, pointing down at her with a gnarled finger. He then pointed to himself. “Brunhilde.”

 “Br… brun… hill… Brunhill…?” Syrahn tried to mimicked the sound he made, but her tongue tripped on the strange syllables.

 “Is there something you’d like to ask him, Syrahn? Before you go?” Viridias asked, kneeling beside her youngest sister.

 “Are… are you a…” Syrahn flushed a vibrant red again, and began to nervously tug at her fingers. “A-are you a pirate king?”

 “Hah. Kaelsig tiras thanagor?” Her brother translated for her, and not a moment after he said the last strange word, the shaggy elf threw his head back and laughed. His voice boomed in the cabin and startled Syrahn, but she held her ground; she couldn't shake the idea that she was currently being mocked, and she refused to let some giant malformed pirate king insult her. Before she opened her mouth to demand an apology, Brunhilde knelt down with one eye squinted, and an extended hand with his fingers bent like a hook.

 “Yarrrharharrr!” He bellowed, causing her to leap back with giddy excitement and disappear beneath her brother's cloak.

 “Are we done goofing off? We have work to do.” Miriam was the only one in the room that wasn't amused, and her piercing glare was becoming too much for even Kiash and Viridias to ignore.

 “Alright, alright… come on little princess.” Kiash plucked her off the ground to cradle her in his arms; instinctively she stuck her arms and legs out to balance herself as she wasn't used to being lifted this high so quickly. Her brother tossed her in the air like an old jacket, causing her to spin and squeal with laughter before landing in the safety of his arms again. It got Viridias and Brunhilde to smile, but Miriam’s patience was still being tested.

 “Are they going to pillage and plunder the Amber Glade?” Syrahn asked the moment the door closed behind them.

 “They're not pirates, sweetie.” Kiash replied, shooting his steely green gaze at her for a quick moment; the skeptical look on her face forced another smile.

 “Riiight…” She shifted and squirmed in his grasp until she could look over his shoulder. “What kind of elves were they? All of them looked so weird.”

 “None of them were elves either.” He glanced down to gaze at her muddy feet. “... Syrahn you really need to be more careful. Anything could have happened between here and the great hall.”

 “I knew where I was going.” Syrahn proudly assured him, gently tapping his shoulder as a gesture of her trustworthiness.

 “I know you had everything under control.” Kiash gave her a weak smile, hugging her a little tighter. “But Vraln and our sisters didn’t. If we knew you slipped away from the guards, we would be very worried about your safety… and very scared.”

 “But you don’t let me go to the family meetings.” Syrahn mumbled under her breath. “You don’t let me read any important messages for our house. And when I ask about it you and Miri and Viri never tell me anything…”

 Kiash gently set her down on a nearby bench and sat beside her. “You’re six, little princess. You do-”

 “I’m almost seven!” She squeaked, clenching her tiny hands into fists; she was getting very tired of her brothers and sisters always bringing up her age like that was some sort of excuse.

 “Very true, and almost a full grown woman.” Something about his tone made her feel she was being mocked, but she bit her lip to let him continue. “That’s why we leave you in the dark. You should be out playing in the fields, without a care in the world. We tried doing that when Liri was your age, but, she eventually caught on like you might. Honey the family business you’re missing out on is not for the faint of heart, and has to be kept a close secret.”

 “Really?” Syrahn’s eyes beamed at the idea of having a heavily guarded family secret.

 “Aahh… no it’s more like a uh…” Kiash struggled to find the right words suitable for his baby sister. “Think of it like a great weapon. If someone outside of the family knew about it, even got a hint of it… well, our family would be killed.”

 “K-killed…?” Syrahn weakly repeated, nervously tugging at her fingers again; the excitement and lust for adventure had vanished at the thought of her family in grave and terrible danger. “What do you mean Kiash…? Is someone trying to… t-trying to…?”

 “I’ve said too much.” He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Nobody is trying to hurt us, little princess. That’s what we’re working towards. To make sure no one dares hurt our family.”

 “I want to protect the family too…” Syrahn pleaded, shuffling uncomfortably on the bench. “I can… I can read and write letters… or keep watch during the night or something….”

 “You are the last Bloodfeather, untouched by the cruelties of war. Innocent… and adorable.” Kiash rubbed one of her cheeks with his thumb while he looked down at her. “Live like a normal little girl, Syrahn. Laugh and play and cry and dance. Do all of the things your siblings couldn’t do.”

 The little girl didn’t seem pleased with that answer. “B-but…!”

 “I know it must be frustrating. I know it feels like you’re an outsider in our family, and I know I haven’t been the best male role model when raising you.” He started, running a hand through her auburn hair. “But I want you to know that we love you very much. Viridias, Vraln, Miriam and Lirindas. Uncle Meven too. We may not say it, and you may not believe it, but you are the most important person in our family.”

 Syrahn eyed him up and down skeptically. “But I don’t do anything but eat snacks and nap.”

 “Hahah… true. But that’s what makes you special.” He continued. “When Vraln and I were your age we were thrust into these terrible troll wars, on top of the dangers from our scheming relatives. We lost our childhoods trying to shield and preserve Miriam’s. And when hers was lost, the three of us tried the same for Viridias and later Lirindas. Syrahn… you are the last our mother brought into this world before her passing. You are the last chance we have at raising a woman in a time filled with peace. And we’re giving it our all to make sure that happens." Syrahn stared deep into his eyes, searching for any trace of deception; but both his face and his words were genuine. Her heart sank into her lap but she remained silent.

 Kiash was no fool. He knew she blamed herself for their mother’s death, and despite his aimless anger toward her during her first few months as an infant, he hoped it never made a lasting impression. “Listen to me.” He began again, pushing off the bench to kneel beside her. “If you practice your handwriting a little more I’ll let you write my official letters for me, okay? I’ll even let you press the seal of our house as long as you’re careful.”

 “Yay!” Syrahn squealed, leaping up to wrap her arms around his neck. “I’ll make you proud! I promise!”

“You already have.” He thought to himself, squeezing her tightly.