#mostly when she's going over my spine the rest is like sitting in front of pool jets turned up to max

[ohlawdthevoices]

PLS PLS PLS MAKE A MEETING SHOTOS FAMILY FIC I NEVER SEE ANY OF THEM 🙏

I literally love the way u write Shoto

him ->🧍

Meeting Shoto’s family | prohero!shoto x gn!reader

tags : pro hero shoto x gn!reader, mostly fuyumi and natsuo, fluff, shoto is very aloof but we love that, new years dinner, not proof read

word count : 1.8k

a.n : i had fun with this one lol so thank you so much for your request !!

shoto didn’t want to make his relationship public, so except his closest of friends, no one really knew you or even knew he had a partner.

that was sure annoying at times since shoto doesn’t get a hint when someone is flirting with him and usually doesn’t end the conversation, but you knew he did that for your own safety from all the medias.

so it was only when he took a very awkward selfie of the two of you— an almost constipated expression on his face, holding his phone with both hands like a father taking a picture, and sent it to his sister asking if you could join on their new year’s celebration— that his family finally learned about your existence.

shoto’s phone was blowing up the next 40 minutes or so, mostly his sister asking about you, your favorite food and dessert… you were nervous, sure, but fuyumi’s enthusiasm was definitely helping, you knew the rest of his family wasn’t like that but you still hoped somehow endeavor would be secretly chill.

still, when the day finally came and you were standing in front of the todoroki household—gift bag in hand, dressed in something that screamed “respectable but please still like me”—you couldn’t help the nerves climbing up your spine.

“last chance to pretend you forgot me at home,” you whispered. shoto glanced down at you, completely unfazed. “too late. fuyumi’s watching from the window.”

he wasn’t wrong. the door opened before either of you could even knock.

“YOU MUST BE Y/N!!” fuyumi beamed, launching forward to engulf you in a hug so sudden it nearly knocked the gift bag out of your hands. “i’m so glad you came! oh my god. you’re real. you know for a second a thought shoto photoshopped you in the picture.”

“why would i do that” he furrowed his brows,stepping into his home and taking his shoes off. you followed his actions a bit overwhelmed but still trying to keep up the polite and respectful act.

te house smelled like grilled meat and expensive furniture. it was quiet, warm, and intimidating in a subtle, rich-people way.

you barely had time to take your shoes off before someone else appeared around the corner—tall, broad-shouldered, and immediately recognizable.

endeavor.

your body tensed involuntarily, like your survival instincts kicked in. he nodded stiffly.

“welcome.” shoto didn’t say anything, just stepped a little closer behind you, like his presence would shield you from any lingering tension in the room.

“hi… thank you for having me,” you managed politely, though you weren’t totally sure your voice came out.

endeavor nodded again. the silence that followed was suffocating. you could feel Shoto regretting everything.

“anyway!” fuyumi saved the moment with a clapping gesture. “dinner’s almost ready, you can go sit in the dining room !”

dinner was… surprisingly normal. since his father left due to a work related emergency, the discussion seemed to be much more open.

at one point, fuyumi leaned over with a warm smile and asked how you two met. you blinked and said, “oh, at a coffee shop actually.”

“she yelled at me,” shoto added, like he was just stating the weather. “i did not yell at you,” you said immediately, glaring at him with no real heat.

natsuo raised an eyebrow. “this sounds promising.”

“she cut the line,” shoto continued, between two bites. you turned to him, raising your eyebrows “okay, wow. no that wasn’t it” he looked at you, calm as ever.

“there was a clear order. you broke it.”

“i was literally just going to grab a straw.”

“you had intent in your posture.” natsuo laughed while his sister clapped her hands like this was the best dinner she’d ever seen.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “anyway, he accused me of cutting, i told him to mind his business, and then five minutes later he offered to pay for my drink because he ‘felt bad about the misunderstanding.’”

“i did,” shoto said, already sipping his tea like none of this was unusual. “you were wearing a shirt that said ‘caffeine and violence.’”

“…and?”

“i was scared.” he went back to eating as if he didn’t just admit that.

after dinner, you all insisted everyone help clean up, which turned into shoto getting kicked out of the kitchen for trying to load the dishwasher wrong.

“how do you even mess it up that bad?” natsuo muttered, yanking a plate out. “you put a bowl in the plate rack.”

“It fit,” shoto replied simply, as if that were the only criteria.

you were drying dishes nearby, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. honestly, it was endearing. shoto could calculate the trajectory of an ice attack down to the centimeter but apparently couldn’t grasp modern appliances.

eventually, you were shooed into the living room with a mug of tea, tucked beside shoto on the couch while fuyumi and natsuo bickered over whether or not anyone wanted dessert.

the tv was on in the background playing some new year’s countdown show, all loud music and glittery stage lights. you leaned into Shoto a little, warm and full and weirdly at peace for being in the house of japan’s most emotionally complex family.

“they like you,” he whispered, you turned to him. “yeah?”he nodded “i can tell. fuyumi didn’t start stress-cleaning, and natsuo only insulted me twice.”

you laughed and leaned your head on his shoulder. “I like them too, they’re nice.”

there was a pause.

“…did you really tell fuyumi my favorite food?”

shoto didn’t answer right away. then: “i made a powerpoint.” you blinked. “you what?”

“for her,” he added casually,his eyes on the tv. “so she’d be prepared. she asked for a list of things you like, so I made one. it had slides.”

you stared at him. “you powerpointed me.” he nodded, entirely calm. “It had transitions.”

youwould’ve teased him, but honestly, your chest just swelled with affection so fast it kind of short-circuited your brain.

the countdown on the tv hit ten. fuyumi ran back into the room, waving sparkling cider and glasses, while natsuo complained about missing the remote.

everyone gathered around for the final countdown, and when it hit midnight, the room filled with cheers, clinks of glass, and confetti from god knows where (you suspected fuyumi).

shoto turned to you, eyes soft, and asked—completely monotone—“would it be appropriate to kiss now?”

“let’s not do that here yeah ?” you smiled at him as he nodded not really trying to understand why but he accepted it.

[ozzgin]

I was pondering on what horrors to write for Halloween and when I remembered how many times I’d hoped for Valak content…I ran and whipped out my Grimoire and started typing in delirious inspiration.

Yandere! Valak x Reader

Featuring the Infernal President and a blissfully unaware reader backpacking through Romania. Warning: NSFW, blasphemy, non-consent

[Horror Masterlist]

“Mommy told me something

A little kid should know

It’s all about the Devil

And I’ve learned to hate him so

She said he causes trouble

When you let him in the room

He will never ever leave you

If your heart is filled with gloom”

"Now, you can't really say you've visited Romania until you see at least one monastery! Most Romanians are very religious, so churches and monasteries are popular attractions for tourists and locals alike." The tour guide is awfully enthusiastic for a cloudy Sunday morning. You nod politely and follow the group, although you can already feel yourself become distracted.

You're mostly interested in the old castles and bucolic hiking trails that Transylvania has to offer. Religious places...not so much. Alas, it's part of the experience. You check the flyer containing today's travel plans and google the location mentioned by the guide. Cârța Monastery. Seems to have some ruins included, and you'll be right on time for the Sunday chorus service, huh. Maybe that's why they picked today for a visit. 

You hurry along the cobblestone path until the first traces of a building come into view. Somehow you can't shake the feeling that something is off. You scan over the visible windows, wondering if someone is watching from above. Nothing. Once you lower your gaze again, you notice the tour guide vigorously waving his arm and encouraging you to enter the church with everyone else. You were at the very front of the group, so how long did you stare at walls? You flash an apologetic smile and rush inside. The wooden door closes with a grating creak and you fumble to the first available seat. There's a few coughs and shuffles and eventually the Liturgy begins. Your eyes wander until they find a clear window, so you entertain yourself with the sights outside. It's not like you understand the words of whatever is currently happening, and you're not religious to begin with. 

"How long is this going to take?" you groan internally and switch your focus to your hands, intertwined and resting in your lap. The monotonous chants cause your eyelids to feel heavy and they gradually lower themselves until all you see is black. It's okay, you're not sleeping. It's just a short nap, until...huh...the voices of the singing men diffuse as if distorted by distance and now everything is quiet. 

"Took you long enough." 

You jolt awake. You turn your head to check if whoever is sitting next to you has just spoken, but the room is suddenly empty. You jump from your seat and the thud of your feet hitting the stone floor creates a cavernous echo that sends a shiver down your spine. Ah, could it be that you're dreaming? The candles of the chandelier flicker, as if startled by a breeze, and abruptly go out. 

"I don't like waiting. Especially for mere humans like you."

The same voice as before reverberates through the chamber. It's deep and jarring, sounding almost unnatural. You don't like it. You tilt your head, afraid to find the source of speech but too curious nonetheless. It's a person dressed like a nun. For a brief second you relax your shoulders, assuming it's one of the people living here. But after one step ahead the figure becomes vaguely illuminated, and you can discern the features bearing on this creature's face. Blood drains from your face and you can feel the bile pooling at the back of your throat. A blasphemous deformity, oozing with blight and evil. From within the hollow, dark sockets, two yellow orbs glisten with raw malice. You realize you've held your breath until now as your lungs contract in a pitiful attempt to pump more oxygen. The movement brings back your senses and your flight instincts kick in. You immediately sprint for the door and use your elbow to slam it open, nearly collapsing to the ground. Your eyes squint under the flash of bright light. 

As you pant for air you notice you're back outside. There's people taking photos and talking cheerfully, and inside the church your group seems to have gathered before the iconostasis, listening attentively to a hearty discourse from your guide. The liturgy ended. What on Earth did you just witness? Before you can ponder the event, you feel a tug at your sleeve. It's an old lady, short and comically hunched. She's dressed all in black, with a head covering that hides most of her face, though you can still see the deep wrinkles that cross her features. 

"Oh? Sorry, I don't speak-"

"L-am văzut și eu. Diavolul, maică. Aici nu mai e demult casa Domnului. Pleacă cât mai poți, am să mă rog pentru tine." 

Her voice is shaky and she seems in distress. She strokes your arm once before limping away hastily. You blink and spend a moment trying to collect your thoughts. There's no one else nearby to ask for a translation, so you can only hope she finds help somewhere else. You return to the group and hope you won't have to deal with any other adventures. 

"This is the annex. You can still see some details in the arches." Your guide points around the pillars and mossy brick patches. You take out your phone for some photos and your arms tremble slightly. 

"It's suddenly very cold here, don't you think so?" you remark to your neighbor. 

"Really? I'm quite literally sweating right now" they respond, baffled.

"It's a shaded area, that's probably why."

"Or you're just that excited to see me again."

Your eyes widen. It's the voice. You blink, and you find yourself in the empty church once more. No, no, no, this isn't happening. No. You're dreaming. This is an absurdity. Some hallucination of sorts. You try the door handle, except this time it's locked. 

"It's not often I become interested in a mortal. In fact, this is the only time."

The nun is sitting on a bench, hands together in a praying motion. There's a mocking grin on its face. 

"Maddening, truly. Deplorable, disgraceful, outrageous. Humiliation would await me if they suspected my intentions with a perishable being like you."

"Who the hell are you?" you interrupt the erratic monologue. The nun stands up and locks eyes with you, instantly making you nauseous. 

"The Sixty-second Spirit, President Mighty and Great. His Office is to give True Answers of Hidden Treasures, and to tell where Serpents may be seen. The which he will bring unto the Exorciser without any Force or Strength being by him employed. He governeth 38 Legions of Spirits."

"What?"

"Valac." the creature extends a hand, as if expecting a handshake. "At least that's how they introduce me in the Lesser Key of Solomon." The fingers spread out and you feel a gravitational force pull you closer. It chuckles.

The cold fingers sink into your back and feel like claws digging your flesh. You let out a scream of protest and try to push away without success. It hurts. The touch burns your skin and spreads out like a wicked plague. What would this fiend even want from you? You search your mind for potential meanings and explanations. Truth be told, however, you're not well-versed in theological fantasies. 

"You can't just possess someone's body. I won't accept it. You don't have my permission."

The creature erupts in hysterical laughter and you feel your knees weaken at the sharp, grotesque teeth that creep their way out. Everything about it is vile, scandalous. Unholy.

"If you want to call it like that...Then sure. But for this kind of possession I don't need your input, I'm afraid."

Your limp body is picked up and sloppily thrown over the altar table. The impact of the hard surface against your stomach causes you to gasp. You try to turn your head and look behind, but the large, clawed hand locks around your neck and keeps you in place. You can only glance ahead. You can sense your garments being ripped apart with one swift move and shudder at the unexpected contact with the cold air on your bare body. The creature's other hand slides over your forms before stopping on your bottom, adjusting it. The realization sinks in and you begin to panic. Is this the time to say a prayer? You don't know any. 

"Our Father..." you mumble, trying to remember the continuation. 

"Go on. I'm sure He'd love to hear from you while you're being fucked on His altar. Send Him my regards."

He forces your hips upwards, exposing your intimacy. Without any further delay he thrusts his member in, painfully stretching your entrance around it. Tears well up in your eyes at the sudden discomfort. The iconostasis in front of you blurs and sways with each violent plunge into your frail body. 

"Oh, God" you sob.

"God ends here."

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 21 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Alcina goes to scout for the hunters and boy, does she find them. With a prisoner in tow, you feel guilty about his impending fate.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI.

Tags: Light angst, mostly fluff

Notes: Part 21!

Click here for the rest of the series

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The following day you spent most of the morning and afternoon trailing behind Alcina; helping her with paperwork and tasks as she finished getting caught up from the previous week. Tonight she planned to go out and search for the hunters that have been wandering just beyond the castle grounds and she wanted everything finished before she left.

"What time are you planning on going out?" You ask as you file away some of the papers scattered across her desk.

"After dusk, it'll be easier for me to hide amongst the forest at night."

"That's fair, although you are very skilled at hiding in plain sight in the middle of broad daylight." You tease.

"What can I say? I am a skilled huntress." She quips as she continues her paperwork.

"Huntress?"

"Do you have a problem with the way I describe myself?" She asks, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"No, I just wasn't expecting that to be the word you chose."

"And what word were you expecting me to use?"

"Predator feels like it fits the bill a little better, no?" You say trying to hide your smile and fail.

Alcina side-eyes you and you bite your lip to keep your smile back.

"Predator?" She says, mulling over the word. "Is that how you really feel about me, draga?"

Alcina acts hurt before standing to her full height and slowly makes her way over to you. Each step she takes is calculated, like a lion stalking a baby antelope. Her pout grows into a grin as she backs you up against the filing cabinet and looks down at you, her golden eyes boring into yours.

"Tell me, my love, is that how you view me?" She asks before bending down to your height and brushes her lips against your ear. "As a predator?"

Your breath hitches in your chest when you feel hers against your skin. Before you can react Alcina grabs the front of your dress and hoists you into the air up to her eye level as she stands to her full height. You let out a squeal and she sits you on top of the gigantic filing cabinet. Caging you in, she places both of her hands against the wall on either side of your head and leans in.

"Speak." She commands. The intensity in her eyes have a hint of playfulness to them but it still sends a shiver down your spine.

"I suppose, but it's not something that frightens me." You say as you look back into her eyes. She quirks an eyebrow at you and you lean in closer to her. "I'll let you in on a little secret." You lower your voice. "I actually find it quite attractive."

Alcina doesn't try to hide the smile that pulls at the corner of her lips as she tilts her head at you.

"So peculiar."

"What is?"

"The prey finding the predator attractive."

"Well I find it quite peculiar that the predator finds the prey as equally as attractive."

"The prey has quite the audacity to act so bold in front of it's predator." She says, flashing you a dangerous smile. "Especially when the predator can rip it's prey to shreds in seconds."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You innocently shrug before tilting your head to the side and pressing your lips into the skin on her neck.

You can hear Alcina's breath hitch in her throat. She lets out a low growl as you kiss and suck on her neck.

"You my dear are playing a very dangerous game." She says through her teeth, trying to mask the hint of arousal in her voice.

You respond by nipping at her pulse point and you can feel the vibration of her growl in her throat. She drags her nails down the wall before they rest on your hips and you continue to kiss, suck and nip up and down the column of her neck.

Alcina begins to lose herself in your ministrations, her head falls back and her eyes roll into the back of her head before she catches herself. She captures your lips in a searing kiss and her tongue pushes its way into your mouth. You moan at the intrusion and Alcina's hands grip at your thighs. Spreading your legs wider, you moan into her mouth and your hands go to tangle themselves into her hair. Before you can grasp onto her raven locks she pulls away completely with a sinister smile on her face, leaving you panting, wet, and eager for more. You whine at the loss and she chuckles.

"Oh, my sweet girl." She says, tracing the back of her finger down your cheek. "See what happens when you play with a predator?"

Alcina turns away and walks back to her desk. Her body is aching for you, it's taking all of her self restraint to not turn around, rip the fabric from your body and take you right this second. The only thing keeping her from doing so is knowing she has to finish her work before she leaves and that tomorrow night will be your date night. No harm in getting you all worked up now.

You groan and lean your head back against the ruined wall.

"Ughh! You're so unfair!" You whine. "Come back!"

"May I remind you draga, that you started this?" She says, her eyes trained on her paperwork.

"So?!" Alcina only shrugs in response and you let out another groan. "At least help me get down! It's too tall for me to climb down on my own!"

As you look down you know for sure you'll break an ankle if you try and jump. Alcina taps the pen against her chin in thought before answering.

"What was that thing you and the girls were telling me about? What you do with mischievous pets that are misbehaving?"

Her question takes you off guard for a second and you think. When you realize what she's talking about your jaw drops.

"Are you putting me in air jail?!"

"Ah, yes! That's it. Precisely. I will not get any work done if you continue to distract me." She says with mirth in her voice.

"I wasn't even distracting you all day! I was helping! You're so unfair." You say with a pout and cross your arms.

"Don't forget darling, predators don't play fair." She says with a wink.

Eventually Alcina lets you down and you continue helping her with her tasks. At dinner the girls beg their mother again to let them join her in her hunt but she refuses.

"Absolutely not. Not until I know for certain what we are up against. Plus, the temperature has been dropping at night and I am afraid it is beginning to become unsafe for you girls to be outside in the middle of the night."

The girls groan in unison and Alcina silences them with a stern look.

"We shall see how tonight goes. In terms of both the temperature and what we are up against." The girls become giddy and Alcina gets their attention once more. "Make no mistake, I am not making any promises in this moment. Am I clear?"

"Yes mother." The girls reply in unison.

"Good. Now I must get ready. Draga, will you assist me?"

"Of course!"

She leads you into her chambers and rummages through her dresser.

"Draga, please get me my boots from my wardrobe." She asks.

You nod and rummage through the dozens of shoes she has until you find a large pair of worn, black leather knee-high boots in the back of the wardrobe.

"These?" You ask.

"Yes! Thank you."

Alcina pulls out a pair of black pants and a grey, long sleeved shirt. She lays them on the bed before digging through another drawer and hums when she finds what she's looking for: a black corset belt with straps. Finally, she opens her wardrobe and sifts through the hangers before pulling out a dark brown cowl with a hood.

"That should be everything." She says to herself before she nods and sits down at her vanity. "Draga can you please undo the buttons on my dress?" She asks as she takes the pins out of her hair.

"Of course."

You hop onto the step stool and start unbuttoning the buttons down the back of her dress. She finishes taking out the last pin in her hair as you undo the last button and she stands up and lets the fabric pool around her feet. You stand there for a moment entranced as you look at her, your eyes drinking in every inch of her body.

Alcina's chuckle breaks you out of your stare and you shake your head and to go pick up her dress.

"I am pleased to know I still have such an effect on you." She says.

"You always have." You reply with a smile.

Alcina laughs as she removes her bra and puts on a new one that looks more like a sports bra. She replaces her lacy underwear with a cotton pair and slips on her skin-tight black pants. Alcina pulls the long sleeve shirt over her head and sits on the edge of the bed to put the corset belt. You stand between her legs and fasten the belt around her waist. After that you adjust the straps so they're snug - but not too tight - on her shoulders and nod to yourself when you're satisfied with your work.

"Thank you, draga mea." She says as she cups your face and leans down to kiss you.

"Of course, my love. Do you need anything else? Socks?"

"Ah, yes. Thank you. There should be a wool pair in the drawer."

You rummage through the drawer and find the black wool socks she was talking about and grab them. After shutting the drawer you walk over to her and place them in her hand.

Alcina slips the socks on and you grab her shoes and help her into them. You zipper both boots up and she tightens the laces on the front. She stands up and makes her way back over to the vanity and begins to pin her hair out of her face. You've never seen her do this with her hair before - truthfully you've never seen her dressed so casually before - but she still looks as beautiful as ever.

She stands up, adjusts the belt and her shirt and gives herself another once-over in the mirror.

"How do I look?" She asks.

"Just as beautiful as ever." You reply with a smile.

Alcina grabs the cowl and pulls it over her head and adjusts it on her shoulders. She grabs a pair of gloves from her drawer and slips them on and she's ready to go.

The sun has just begin to set and the last of its light peeks through the window.

"Ready?" You ask.

Alcina huffs and nods. "As ready as I'll ever be."

The two of you walk hand-in-hand down the stairs to the front doors. The girls swarm in and Zina follows closely behind with a bag in her hand.

"Here you are, my Lady. I've packed the usual for you." She says, handing Alcina the bag.

"Thank you, Zina."

Alcina notices the look of confusion on your face and she chuckles as she pulls the bag across her shoulder.

"Most nights when I am out hunting I am gone for long periods of time. So we've come up with a go-bag of sorts with supplies I'll need. Blood, meat, matches, compass, rope, things of that nature."

"I also put a special snack in there for you, mother!" Daniela says with excitement.

"Thank you, bug." Alcina says as she cups her face and kisses her on the forehead.

"How long will you be gone for?" You ask.

"Not until the early hours of the morning I presume."

"Is that normal? Are you usually out that late?"

"Only when she's hunting hunters. If mother were to be hunting deer or other animals she returns much earlier." Bela chimes in.

Suddenly you feel nervous, you're not sure why but you didn't expect Alcina to be out all night. You figured she'd patrol for a couple of hours and head back home. The thought of her being out in the forest alone all night long forms a pit of nervousness in your stomach.

"But you aren't fighting them or actually hunting them, right? I thought you were just scouting?"

"That is correct, although I must be prepared to fight anyway just in case. You never know what could happen and I'd rather be prepared for a fight and not have one than not."

"I guess."

Alcina senses your nerves and bends down to your height and cups your cheek.

"There's nothing to worry about, draga mea. I will stay safe. Even if there is a fight, those hunters won't stand a chance."

"Just be careful, okay?" You ask, looking deep into her eyes.

"I will, iubirea mea. I promise."

She leans in and kisses you like there weren't four other people staring at the two of you. Her kiss was reassuring, sealing the promise she made to be careful and to stay safe. When the kiss ends you wrap your arms around her neck and hold her. You feel her arms wrap around your waist and her hand cradles the back of your head.

"I will come back to you, my love. I promise." She whispers. You nod into her and she kisses you once more before you pull away from each other.

The girls swarm their mother and she wraps her arms around all three of them.

"Stay safe, mother." Bela says.

"If you do kill any, bring one back for us!" Cassandra says.

"Oh! Yes! Please mother? Please?" Daniela asks excitedly.

Alcina chuckles and kisses each girl on the head.

"I will try daughters. If I have any confrontations I need to bring one back as a prisoner for questioning."

"OH! Can I do it? Please mom?!" Cassandra asks as she vibrates with excitement.

"I can't make any promises, but I will see what I can do."

After one more hug and another kiss to the top of each of their heads, Alcina lets the girls go and she pulls her hood up over her head.

"I must be off, I have some distance to cover before I reach where they were last spotted. Daughters, please behave while I am out."

"Yes mother." The girls say in unison.

"Draga, please don't try and stay awake until I come home."

How she's able to know you so well will never not fascinate you. You pout at her demand and she chuckles.

"I promise I will wake you when I'm home so you know I am back safely. Alright?"

"Deal."

"Zina, as per usual you are in charge until I return. I trust you will keep things under control until then." She says, eyeballing the girls as she speaks.

"Of course, my Lady." She says with a bow.

"Excellent. I am as appreciative as always for your loyalty."

"It is my honor, my Lady."

"Have a good night girls, please stay out of trouble while I am gone." Alcina says before scanning everyone's face before opening the door and walking out into the night.

When the door shuts there's a moment of silence before Daniela flies around the entrance hall.

"Oh! Lets play a game! We should chase one of the new maids around the castle!"

"Absolutely not." Zina says. "Ms. Daniela you know well enough I do not allow those kinds of 'games' to be played while I am in charge. Please go and find something quiet and non-destructive to do for the night."

"Fineeeee!" Daniela says.

Zina gives her a warning look before walking away towards the kitchens.

"Ugh she's so strict!"

"I mean I feel like she has to be. Your mother would kill her if something were to happen when she was away." You say.

The girls burst into laughter and you're confused.

"Oh please!" Cassandra laughs.

"Zina can do literally anything and mother would barely bat an eye." Bela says.

"She can get away with murder and mother won't do a single thing to her." Daniela replies.

"She has!" Cassandra adds.

"She what?!" You ask, wide-eyed.

"Oh it was nothing, the girl deserved it and everyone was happy she was gone." Cassandra says.

"What?!"

"That's a story for another day." Bela says, glaring at Cassandra. "Anyway, lets go play a board game!"

The four of you head into the library. A few maids that were in there picking out books before curfew scurry out when you all enter and the girls giggle at their skittishness.

For the rest of the night you and the girls play board games. They try and teach you how to play chess but after a few hours it still makes almost no sense to you. Even when you have one of the girls playing with you, Bela kicks your ass over and over again.

"And that's checkmate!" Bela says and you groan in response.

"Okay, I'm done, I hate this game." You say as you push the board away from you.

"Oh come on! One more! Don't be a sore loser!"

"Bela I'd be a sore loser if I quit after losing one or two games, you've kicked my ass at least a dozen times."

"I've literally never seen anyone suck at chess so badly." Cassandra says as she sketches on the floor.

"Whatever! It's a stupid game anyway!" You say defensively before yawning. "I'm getting tired, we should head to bed."

Looking over you see Daniela curled up on one of the couches, fast asleep with a book resting on her chest.

"Dani, come on, it's time to go to sleep." You say as you gently wake her.

"Is the parlor set up?"

"What?"

"Are our beds in the parlor?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Whenever mother goes out hunting all night Dani usually pulls all of our beds downstairs into one of the parlors so we can hear when mom comes home."

"Aw, that's actually really sweet."

"I'm too tired to do it." Dani says in her half-asleep state.

"How about we all stay in your moms bed then?" You suggest.

"I like that idea. Carry me?" She says.

"There is no way I'm going to be able to carry you, come on, get up."

Daniela growls and reluctantly gets up. She sleepily shuffles into Alcina's chambers with you, Bela and Cassandra. The four of you crawl into Alcina's massive bed and before you know it you're all asleep.

You're awoken in the middle of the night by a loud "BANG" and you and the girls jump up. The four of you rush downstairs and can hear the sounds of someone yelling and crying. As you make your way into the main hall you see Alcina walk in and you freeze.

She sure as hell got into a fight, and a nasty one at that. Alcina was covered in blood, both hers and the hunters. She had cuts, bullet wounds and scrapes all over her body that hadn't healed yet and your heart began to hammer wildly in your chest. Why wasn't she healing? What the hell happened?!

Slung over her shoulder was a man bound by his wrists and ankles, kicking, yelling and begging for Alcina to have mercy on him and to let him go.

"Shut. Up." She growls.

When she sees the four of you run into the hall she relaxes and drops the man onto the ground. He cries out in pain and scrambles to get up onto his knees.

"Mother!"

"Oh my god Alcina what happened?!"

"Mmm man blood!"

"Mom! Are you okay?!"

"I am fine." She says, clearly exhausted.

"Why haven't you healed?!" You say in a panic.

"I am, slowly, but I am. There's no need to fear, draga mea."

"Mother what happened?!"

"I found the hunters." She says with a humorless laugh.

You feel something pulling at your pajamas and you look down to see the prisoner at your feet.

"Please! Please help me! She's a monster!" He cries.

You take a step back in shock, this wasn't a man, this was basically a kid. It would surprise you if he was eighteen years old. You look back at Alcina and she sees the look on your face.

"Keep your filthy man hands off of her!" She says before kicking him away. "Cassandra, take our prisoner down to the dungeon. But do not, and I mean do not harm a single hair on his head. Do you understand?"

"Yes mother." Cassandra says with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. She sticks her sickle into his leg and he cries out in pain as she drags him into the basement.

"Alcina what the hell happened?!" You say as you look over her injuries.

"I will explain everything, but first please bring me into my chambers, I need to bathe."

You nod and you, Bela and Daniela help Alcina upstairs and into the bathroom. Her clothes were torn with bullet holes and slashes and covered in mud. She slices through the remaining fabric and settles into the bathtub. You pour some of her favorite oils and soaps into the tub as it finishes filing and the water immediately turns pink and brown from all of the blood and dirt.

"Are you okay?" You ask with fear in your voice.

"Yes iubirea mea, I am alright." She says with her eyes closed.

"What can I do? Do you want me to do your hair?"

"Thank you."

You climb onto the step stool behind the tub and remove whatever pins remained in Alcina's hair before shampooing and conditioning it. She washed herself before pulling the drain and stepping out of the large tub. After handing her a towel, she dries herself off and the two of you walk back into her bedroom. The wounds on her body still haven't healed although they do look better. Some are still bleeding so Bela tends to them and wraps them up before Alcina gets dressed.

"They're already looking better." Bela says.

"Damn, mom. They really must have put up a good fight." Daniela says, staring at her mothers wounds wide-eyed.

"That they did, my bug." Alcina says as she lays down.

"What happened?" You ask.

"I found a few and stalked them back to their base. Somehow I was spotted and was ambushed by nearly thirty hunters."

"THIRTY?!" Daniela exclaims.

"Approximately, I don't know the exact number. But I killed them all, except the one. He wasn't even fighting, he was just cowering in a bush while the rest of them were slain."

"He looks like a kid." You say quietly.

"Yes, he certainly is young. But that will work to our advantage. The less experienced the hunter the easier they are to pry information from."

A shiver runs up your spine and you try to put the implications of what she said out of your mind.

"Why are you healing so slowly?"

"As Heisenberg said, they are armed to the nines. Machine guns, knives, shotguns, bows and arrows. They had it all and launched one massive assault. My body can only heal so quickly after so many attacks."

"But I thought-"

"It's not the same, draga, I promise." She says, taking your hand in hers. "My healing is not slowed because of the weapons themselves, and none of these are life threatening. The way my healing works is not that I heal in the order I receive the wounds, but in order of which is worse. For example, I was shot in the arms and legs multiple times but one arrow pierced my heart. My body healed that first even though I sustained it after the other wounds. Understand?"

"I do. How many other life-threatening injuries did you sustain?"

"Quite a few. The worst being shot at close-range with a shotgun where my cadou was placed." Your eyes widen with fear and Alcina strokes your hand. "There's nothing to worry about, draga mea. That wound was by far the worst and took the most of my body's energy to heal but it happened quickly. Between that and the other wounds my healing was slowed, but not so much so that any of their attacks could have killed me."

"What can you do to speed up the healing?"

"Blood and rest."

"We'll go grab some of the reserve blood from the kitchen." Bela says.

"Wonderful, thank you girls."

The two of them swarm out of the room leaving you and Alcina alone. She turns back towards you and cuddles into her pillow. She studies your face, seeing the worry in your eyes as you look over the wounds on her body that are taking too long to heal. You're pulled from your thoughts when her finger rests underneath your chin and lifts your gaze to hers.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean what's wrong?! Look at you!" You say as tears fill your eyes.

Alcina sighs and sits up, pulling you into her lap and wrapping her arms around you.

"I am alright iubirea mea, I promise. Please don't worry, there's nothing to be fearful of. Even though my healing was slowed they could not have killed me. I promise."

"But you said-"

"I know what I said before about the dagger, but that's completely different. The poison would slow or stop my healing and keep it from regaining it's strength. Even though I was berated with assaults my healing kept up with almost all of it until it was over. The only wounds that were left unhealed were superficial. It healed any other lethal wounds almost instantly the entire time, alright?"

"Okay." You say quietly as you rest you head against her chest.

She runs her fingers through your hair and you hold her hand in yours and place a kiss in her palm.

"Isn't fresh blood better than the reserves?"

"Yes, but I have nothing right now."

"You have me." You say as you interlock your fingers with hers.

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"Draga, do you not remember what happened merely a week ago?"

"I do, but that's so different."

"I am not comfortable with feeding from you."

"Ever again?" Alcina doesn't respond and you look up at her. "You know that's ridiculous, right? You can't be afraid of feeding from me for the rest of your life."

"Draga I will not do it. I cannot lose control again."

"But the dragon isn't out or trying to come out. You never struggled with it before."

"It doesn't matter-"

"Yes it does!"

"That is enough. I am through talking about this."

"Alcina, please. You have to forgive yourself, you have to trust yourself again."

"Draga." She says with a warning tone.

"You know I'm right. And you know that my blood will help you heal faster than the cold reserves you have."

"I am done with this conversation."

"But I'm not!"

"Enough!" She says as she stares down at you. "That is enough, I am not feeding from you and that is-"

Before she can finish her sentence you slice your wrist across one of her nails, breaking the skin and causing yourself to bleed.

"Y/N!!" She yells.

You hold your wrist up to her as an offering.

"I trust you. And you need this. Please, just drink."

Tears well up in her eyes and she looks away.

"Draga, I - I can't-"

"Yes you can! Hurry before I bleed all over myself and you. You have to forgive yourself, Alcina. You have to trust yourself again. Just drink it. It's not from my neck, it's just my wrist. I know you can do it, okay? I trust you." You guide her face towards yours and look into her watery golden eyes. "I trust you. You've taken such good care of me after everything that's happened. Please, let me take care of you. Just this once."

A tear rolls down her cheek and you offer her your wrist once more. The blood is starting to drip down your other hand as you hold it. Alcina hesitates and you bring it closer to her lips.

"You can do it. I trust you. I love you."

With a shaking breath, Alcina leans towards your wrist and wraps her lips around the wound. The moment the blood hits her tongue she closes her eyes and tears fall down her cheeks. Wiping the blood on your hand on your already blood-stained pajama shirt, you reach up and cup her face, wiping away her tears.

"There you go, see? Just like that. And I'm fine, I'm not hurt, I'm not in pain, I'm okay." You say, whispering reassuring words to her as she drinks.

As the bleeding comes to a stop Alcina licks over the wound once more before pulling her lips away from your wrist. Her bottom lip quivers and she wraps her arms around you and buries her face into your neck.

"Please don't ever do that again." She says as you feel tears run down your shoulders.

"I promise. But you did it, right? You drank from me and I wasn't on the brink of death. You were able to control yourself Alcina. I'm so proud of you. I love you, so much."

"I was so afraid I was going to hurt you again."

"But you didn't. Did you feel like you were losing control?" Alcina shakes her head "no." "See? Exactly. You were fine, you didn't hurt me. There's no reason to be afraid of that - unless your dragon is out or trying to get out. When it's just you and I you have nothing to be afraid of, my love."

"But if something were to happen to you and it was because of me-"

"Stop that. Stop thinking that. The only time I was ever really hurt by you like that wasn't even you, it was your dragon. When you're in control you are never going to hurt me. I need you to know and believe that like I do. Plus, I even have a feeling your dragon might not do something like that again after the last time. But that's a theory we can test another day. For now, when it's just you and me, I am safe when I am with you. Okay?"

Alcina takes a shaking breath in and nods her head. She lifts her head from your shoulder and you cup her face, wiping away her tears with your thumbs.

"I love you, Alcina. I love you so much."

She closes her eyes and a few more tears fall before she opens them again and looks deeply into yours.

"I will never understand what I did in this life to deserve such love from such a kind soul." She says before resting her forehead against yours. "I love you with all I have, draga mea."

Alcina pulls you tighter into her and you rest your head on her shoulder as she leans her head against yours.

A few minutes later the girls return with a large carafe of blood and a glass. Bela walks over and notices her mother's wounds are nearly all healed.

"Mother, your wounds are almost all healed, what happened?" As she finishes her sentence she notices the blood on your shirt and she eyes the two of you.

Alcina says nothing and gives you a look, silently pushing you to answer.

"I helped her out." You say, showing Bela the mark on your wrist.

Bela and Daniela look at their mother wide-eyed and you cut in before they can say anything.

"In her defense, she didn't want to but I went ahead and did it anyway. It was a shallow cut and it didn't bleed too much. And she was more than in control. Everything is fine girls, don't worry."

Bela and Daniela relax a little and Bela sits the carafe and glass on the nightstand.

"Okay, well, I'm just going to leave this here anyway just in case. Do you need anything else mother?"

"No, thank you girls. I just need rest."

"Okay. Goodnight mother." Bela says before kissing Alcina on the cheek.

"Night mom, I'm glad you're looking and feeling better." Daniela says and kisses Alcina on the cheek before the two of them swarm out of the room.

You go to get up so Alcina can rest but her grip around you tightens.

"Stay." She says softly as she lays back down.

Nodding your head you allow Alcina to pull you into her embrace and you tuck yourself underneath her chin. She kisses the top of your head and sighs.

"Te iubesc atât de mult, draga mea fata." (I love you so much, my sweet girl.)

At breakfast the next morning Alcina's wounds were all healed and she was back to her normal self. She went into more detail on what happened the night before, how it took her a few hours to find the hunters and that she stalked them for about an hour before they attacked. She's not sure how they saw her but her theory was that she was close to their camp and spotters found her and had the hunters lead her away from it. She said that they suddenly changed course which raised her suspicion levels and a few minutes later she was attacked.

The fight didn't last very long and although they were able to get a few decent hits on her, they never stood a chance. Just when she was about to retrace her steps to see if she could find their camp she heard a heartbeat pounding away in a bush. She silently crept up to it and grabbed the kid and pulled him out.

Alcina laughed when she described the terror on his face and how he was trembling so badly he couldn't run away if he tried. When she stated tying him up he began to scream. She backhanded him across the face and knocked him out just in case more hunters were in the area and heard his cries for help. When he was bound she threw him over her shoulder and made her way back to the castle. He only awoke a few minutes before arriving.

"Thank goodness for that, he was insufferably annoying and if I had to listen to him cry and beg so pathetically the entire trek back I probably would have lost my temper and killed him." She said with a laugh.

The girls listened intently and with excitement at their mothers story meanwhile you sat there silently, thinking of the kid sitting in the dungeon. It would have been one thing if he tried killing her or hurting her. You probably wouldn't have any sympathy for him if that was the case. But he hid the entire time, he was too scared to fight. And now there was a good chance he was going to die. You knew he was part of a group of people that wanted your family dead, but he was also just a kid. Probably following in the footsteps of his family. Part of you felt sorry for him and hoped Alcina would show him some mercy if he was cooperative but deep down you knew that more than likely wasn't going to be the case.

"Draga?" Alcina asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Are you alright?" She asks, reaching over and placing a hand on your arm.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm fine."

"Something is troubling you."

"I'm okay, I was just thinking of that kid."

"Don't tell me you feel bad for him?" Cassandra deadpans.

"Cassandra." Alcina hisses.

"I know I shouldn't but I do. He's just a kid, and he wasn't even fighting, he was hiding."

Alcina cups your chin and guides your face towards her.

"Your heart is too large for your own good." She says with a warm smile.

"He's going to die, isn't he?"

"Most likely."

"Even if he cooperates? Even if he tells you everything he knows?"

"That's the fun part! You make 'em think you're going to show them mercy if they tell you everything and then you gut them anyway!" Daniela chimes in.

You feel your stomach drop and Alcina shoots a glare at Daniela who shrinks in her seat.

"Girls, that is enough. You are excused. Please let me speak with y/n in private."

"Yes mother." They say before swarming out of the dining room.

"Come." Alcina says, waving you towards her.

You stand up and she lifts you and sits you across her lap. Her fingers lift your chin towards her and she looks down into your eyes.

"You feel empathy for this, man thing?"

"I do. I know I shouldn't. Like if he attacked you, I'd feel differently about it. But he was just scared."

"He let his men die while he hid away."

"I know, but he's just a kid. Alcina you and I both know he's barely eighteen. He's so young. And I would bet he was just there because it's something his family has done for generations. Like what if he never wanted to be there in the first place?"

"Then he should have left."

"Come on, you know it's not always that easy."

"What would you like me to do then? Cut him loose and send him on his way?"

"No, I know you need information from him. I get that. But what if he complies? It feels wrong killing him anyway."

"Draga, it would be dangerous for me to just let him go after he tells us the information we need. He knows too much. Just knowing any of the layout of the castle can be dangerous if he lets the others know what he's seen here."

"I guess. But lets say he gives up the information without a fight, what's the point of torturing him afterwards?" You look up at Alcina and her eyes are gleaming, you remember how they enjoy torture and you sigh. "Right. Because it's fun for you guys."

"Oh, draga." Alcina says as she holds you tighter. "This is just the way things happen here."

"What if he tells you everything you ask for and you don't torture him and just kill him? Like a mercy kill. I know I can't convince you to keep him alive, as much as I would like to. I get how much of a threat that is if he goes back and tells everyone what he saw here. But what if you just did it as quickly and painlessly as possible?"

"Would that ease the guilt you feel?"

"A little."

"Then perhaps. I will consider it. Alright? But let me be clear, either way, he dies. And if he puts up a fight then I will not show him any mercy." She says, lifting your chip up again.

You nod your head and Alcina leans down and kisses you. When your lips part she holds your head to her chest and cuddles you.

"What on earth have you done to me?" She mumbles before placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You look up and meet her eyes. "I'm finding the humanity you swore you lost decades ago." You quip with a smile.

Alcina chuckles and rests her cheek against your head. "That you are, draga mea. That you are."

The two of you sit like that for a few more minutes, enjoying each others embrace. Finally, Alcina sits up and places a kiss on your lips before lifting you off of her lap.

"Will you need to go into our chambers before you need to get ready for this evening?" She asks.

"No, I don't think so. Why?"

"Good, because I am banning you until further notice. There are some last-minute details I need to sort before our date this evening." She says with a warm smile.

"Oh, yeah sure. Can I get ready in there or do I have to go into my old room?"

"You may get ready in our chambers. I will send a maid for you when you are allowed to enter again."

"Okay, that sounds good to me!"

"Excellent. I have some very important plans to finalize and I will not be at lunch. Of course you are permitted to attend although I suggest a light lunch since we will be meeting before our usual dinner time."

"Okay."

"I will see you, my love, tonight." She says before bending down.

"I'm very excited to see what you have planned."

"I am excited for you to see it."

Alcina kisses you passionately and your heart flutters in your chest. She looks deep into your eyes for a moment before standing back up and making her way out of the dining room.

It was still early and you had all day to kill. As excited as you were for your date tonight, your mind kept going back to the kid in the dungeon. Either way he had a death sentence, which still didn't sit right with you. But if you could only let him know that she would show a shred of mercy if he cooperated, you would at least feel like you did something to help him.

Your thoughts began to race in your head and the outline of a plan began to form. If you didn't do anything, you would feel guilty for the rest of your life. But he's just a kid, he deserves some kindness. As the maids enter the dining room to clean up what remained of your breakfast, you head out with a rough plan in place on how you can at least try and help him, for both his sake and yours.

[that-one-weeb-near-u]

Ghost! Modern! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

Contains: Somnophilia, stalking, creampie

It was the dull, cold, autumn mornings with the gray clouds blocking out any sunlight from the once blue sky. A moving truck drove through the neighborhood streets, stopping in front of a neatly looking house. Its purple, wooden walls are seemingly cleaner than the rest of the houses in the neighborhood with large gothic, metal gates surrounding the house. The doors to the moving truck opened wide before a h/c haired girl jumped out. Her eyes gazed at the house in amazement from how large and beautiful it seemed to her. Glancing at the other houses, she noticed her new neighbors outside talking with one another. They gave looks upon the house with disgust and others with worry etched in their faces for the family that would be moving into the house. They gossiped and the girl looked back at the house as the gates opened for her and her family to move in.

Maybe they’re jealous that we have a better house. She began making her way into the house, helping her mother and father pull in a few boxes into the house along with the people in the moving truck.

“Y/n, dear, there should be around five bedrooms so go on and choose one,” spoke the mother of the girl. The girl went on ahead with that permission, making her way upstairs. The stairs creaked under her weight as she got to the second floor. Flicking on the hallway light, she watched as it flickered for a bit before it fully illuminated the hall. She began peaking her head through the rooms, mostly checking how big each room was, already knowing that the master bedroom was for her parents. With each step and action she did, she took notice that there was a creak. That this house must have been older than her parents.

It was then that when she got closer to the last room that she felt a strange feeling, like someone was there. Opening the door into the room, she walked in to see that it was a spacious room with a closet that held two shelves instead of one. The walls seemed to have been painted over and over the years as the white paint had some patchy spots where different colors could slightly be seen. Then there was a normal sized window that peaked out to the front yard, she could see her parents grab more boxes one by one. Although the room itself was cold an even colder spot came over her, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Cold. This just might do for my turtle. Y/n left the room and headed back downstairs before finally deciding that that was going to be her forever room. So she began grabbing the boxes that had her name labeled on it and brought it up to her new room, waiting for her furniture to be moved up here.

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After a long couple of hours, you could say that you were almost done with settling in. You worked quickly when it came to organizing things, not to mention that you needed to set up your turtle tank so your turtle wouldn’t be in the cold nor dark. It was past midnight when you felt satisfied with your work. The bed was pushed back into the corner of the room with a desk sitting right next to the bed and facing the window. Right next to the desk was a shelf that held your turtle tank, its light being turned off and a heater being turned on as you collapsed into the comforts of the bed. Before you knew it, you had passed out, falling asleep in your new room.

…

In the dead of night, you were awoken by the sounds of footsteps that creaked right outside of your room. It was cold and quiet besides the footsteps that seemed to continue. So you grabbed your phone that laid on the desk, charging, and checked the time. The time only read 3:33 am, an odd number to awake to. Unplugging the phone from its charger, you got up and turned the flashlight on, walking up to your door. Opening it up to see who was walking around outside your room, you were only met with cold air. None was outside your room and none was in the hallway. The halls were dark and even colder, so you went back into your bed.

…

That morning came and you went downstairs, heading into the kitchen to see that your parents were in there already with groceries. Seeing the cereal and milk, you made some cereal and began eating it. You watched your parents put things away before a question popped up in your head.

“Hey, Mom and Dad? Were any of you awake at 3 in the morning?” Your father laughed it off, shaking his head no before your mother replied.

“We were both asleep as should you be.” Now this didn’t make sense. Someone had to be awake, it clearly sounded like footsteps.

«〖✮♡✮〗»

This continued on for days to weeks to months, waking up at random times in the night to footsteps right outside your door. It had gotten so bad that you were losing sleep, always trying to find the problem with the creaking noises. You couldn’t have been crazy, there was no way. The lack of sleep was beginning to affect you. When you went to school you would pass out or when you went places your body would feel limp and tired.

It worsened to the point that when you were walking home, tired and exhausted, that you didn’t look at both sides of the road before walking. It was a sudden tragedy. Watching as your body had been hit by a speeding car. Blood spilling from your head and large wounds on your body. You were rushed into the hospital, unconscious and dying. If you hadn’t made it in time, you were most likely to have died but the doctors did whatever they could to prevent that. It was a miracle that you were still breathing.

You had spent months in that god forbidden hospital, recovering till you were finally let out. Your parents were so relieved to see you alive and healthy on the drive home. Eventually, you were back home, in the comforts of your room. Darcy, your turtle, swimming up to the class tank and swimming fastly in excitement. The pet you had for years always seemed to recognize you whenever you were seen by her. You walked up to the tank, feeding Darcy before glancing out the window and seeing what seemed to be a boy standing next to a tree and looking out to the street. Confusion comes over you, as you watch him stand there for such a long time.

Who is that and why are they in my yard? You began walking downstairs, where your parents were to see if they had invited anyone.

“Hey, Mom? Did you invite anyone over? There’s someone in the yard.” She gave a skeptical look, getting up from the couch and walking over to the front door.

“I didn’t invite anyone.” The both of you looked out but didn’t see anyone. “I don’t see anyone, must’ve been some kid playing pranks.”

Weird. With that, you went back upstairs to your room. You sat down in your bed, looking down on the ground in thought before looking up only to find the same boy from the yard. A loud scream came to your mouth as you backed away from the boy that simply stared at the turtle tank. The door opened wide as your mother stood there with worry.

“Y/n! What’s wrong?”

“It’s the boy I was talking about! He’s right there!” You yelled out as your mother turned to face the direction you were facing. Those words suddenly caught the boy's attention as he then faced you, seeing your eyes looking right at him.

“What are you talking about? There’s none there.” The boy walked forward at you as he waved his hand in front of you.

“You can see me?” You backed away as you merely nodded your head yes. “How the hell…” The boy faced the woman before facing back at you. “Tell her it must be your lack of sleep, just get her out of here,” he ordered. Not wanting to seem any more crazy towards your mother, you told her that it was your lack of sleep that you must've hallucinated. So your mother walked away and you were left alone in your room with the person only you were somehow able to see.

“Who are you?! And how the hell doesn't my mother see you??”

“Will you stop being so loud? It's annoying,” he said, slowly making his way up to you. You took a step back, then another and then another before the back of your legs hit the edge of your bed. The boy in front of you stood his hand out before slightly pushing against your chest. It was a slight touch of cold from his fingertips before he pulled his hand away. He looked down at his hand, almost surprised before pushing his hand back onto your chest, causing you to fall onto your bed.

“I can touch you… I can touch you.” He let out a smile as he ran his hands on your waist, his cold touch making you shiver. You didn't know what to do at the moment, a boy that randomly appeared in your room that your mother couldn't see was here up against you, touching your body in a way no one has before.

“Y/n,” your father had burst through the door before looking down at you, “what's wrong with you? It's like you've seen a ghost.”

A ghost. You looked back at the boy only to find him gone, an uneasy feeling building up in your stomach.

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Later that night, you had found yourself looking up at ghosts on the Internet. The bright light from your laptop illuminates the darkness of your room while you scroll through countless articles about ghosts. Each talking about why there might be a ghost and how to protect yourself against them. The number one being, salt. You felt crazy believing this but you felt even more crazy doing it. You found yourself grabbing the salt and making a line of it at your doorway and window. You didn’t know which was worse, there being a ghost or having schizophrenia. Either most likely leading you into an asylum.

You were tired when you finished and placed the container of salt on your desk before falling into the comforts of your sheets. Before you knew it, you were out cold.

When morning came, you felt refreshed and were off to school, unbeknownst of a certain blackish-indigo haired boy that seemed to watch you in the shadows. This was the one night that you fully slept through and you felt rather relaxed. You spent your school day catching up on all the missing assignments you had, sitting in the library with a stack of things to do. It was empty and rather silent as you worked, normally you would have felt happy in these conditions but it was a silence that felt uneasy. It felt like someone was watching you, observing you in the dark. As much as you would like to leave, you had things to do. So you ignored the feeling, throwing it to the back of your mind and placing all your focus on the paper in front of you.

This became your daily ritual for the next couple of weeks. You spent hours at the school library focusing on all your work, always staying till the campus staff kicks you out.

It was about 5 pm when you were finally finished. The joy you felt when you got to leave the school was unmatched to when you had left the hospital after recovering. The sun was beginning to set as you walked your way home. But as you walked closer and closer to your house, the feeling of someone watching you was a light match being held to your skin. You looked all around you but found nobody. When you saw your home, you had practically run to it, running up the stairs and to your room. You locked the door and turned around to see that same boy from before. A yelp came from your mouth before the boy placed his hand over your mouth.

“Shhhh! Geez, you’re so loud. Pathetic,” he said, pulling his hand away from you.

“H-how the hell are you in my room?” He let out a small chuckle before glancing at the salt.

“It’s cute that you think salt will kick me out of my own room,” he replied. He floated around the room, looking down at your tanks as you tried to process his words.

“Is that mean you really are a-”

“Ghost? And here I thought you were slow.” He continued to look around the room before picking up a pair of pink panties that were on the floor that most likely had fallen from when you were putting away your clean clothes. An embarrassing blush came to your face as you yanked them from his hand.

“Give me that!” You placed the pair into your drawer as the boy then laid down in your bed.

“Alright, pervert! Get out of here! You can’t just suddenly help yourself here!” You said, tugging his leg to get him off your bed.

“First off, it’s Scaramouche and second, this is my room. You can’t kick me out of my own room,” he responded, not moving an inch.

“Tch, not if I have anything to say about this. I’ll-” A sudden knock came to your door, leaving you to pause your focus on Scaramouche and unlock your door. Your mother stood there with a bag of snacks and handed them to you before leaving. You watched as she left and closed your door, turning around to see that you were alone again.

“Oh…”

«〖✮♡✮〗»

10 pm had rolled around before you knew it. You had spent even more time on the internet, learning as much as you can about ghosts. Scaramouche knew this. He stood in the darkest shadows of your room, watching your every move. How you would look around his room to see if he was there watching you or how you tried to figure out what had happened in this house he was forever to call home. It amused him.

It amused him even more as he watched carefully looking around the room to make sure he wasn’t there so you can change into nothing but a large baggy shirt and those pair of pink panties he picked up earlier. God, how he just wanted to do nothing but feel every single inch of your body. He had watched you for months, since the day you had moved into his room. At first he wanted to torment you into leaving but when he was able to feel the touch of your body, he wanted nothing more but to have you all to himself. To feel the warmth, to torment you in another way. He had watched countless nights where you had touched yourself, trying ever so hard to chase your high but failing in the end. He wanted to be what made you cum. He wanted to torment you until you were begging for him to stop.

His thoughts had come to a stop when he watched you lay down on your bed, plugging in your phone before finally going to sleep. Scaramouche waited in the dark, he waited for an hour all so he was sure that you were asleep. He had spent every night laying beside you, grasping onto your warm body as he imagined all the things he could do to you. And when he was sure you were asleep he was crawling on top of you but this time, this time he couldn't help but rub his hands against your thighs. He couldn't help that his hands went higher and higher up, going up your shirt until he found himself cupping your breasts. The soft touch drives him insane as he carefully massages them, his thumbs rubbing over your perked up nipples. His thumbs circled your nipples while he began grinding himself against your clothed cunt. Small moans escaped your lips as he indulged himself more into the sickening warmth of your body.

Scaramouche couldn't seem to hold it anymore. His thoughts and reality were jumbled up as he couldn't tell what was real anymore and before he knew it, his cock was rubbing back and forth against your wet folds. Your panties ripped off from your body. He leaned himself down to your neck and began sucking, licking your neck before he bit down hard. His sharp canines piercing your skin and causing enough pain to wake you up. The scene before you didn't feel real. To be under a ghost as he touched places no other man has touched on you. You wanted to scream but you couldn't tell from fear or pleasure.

Scaramouche had suddenly snapped from his pleasure induced state when he realized that you were awake, but he had already come this far. This far into having his cock soaking against your cunt and his hands twisting and pulling against your nipples. And he knew. He knew that you were enjoying this as much as he was, from the way you gripped onto the sheets and how you gave out more moans than when you were asleep.

“Shhh, don't want your parents hearing you, don't we?” He said into your ear before biting down on your ear. Even then, you still let out moans before finding your mouth being stuffed by two slender fingers. His middle and ring finger explored the wet cavern of your mouth and a sudden filling motion came. His cock was now plunged deep into your pink velvet walls.

You gripped onto the sheets under you and he held your left leg up over his shoulder as he began to thrust into you in and out, over and over again. Small tears were rolling down your face as you sucked onto his fingers that were pushing your tongue down. A knot was beginning to form and before you knew it, you were squeezing hard against his cock, twitching and cumming as he continued thrusting into you. He pulled your other leg up over his shoulder, letting him go much deeper, hitting against your cervix. He continued going faster and harder while getting more sloppier before cumming deep inside, filing you up like you were some kind of balloon. His cock twitching inside of you before pulling out of your abused hole.

Scaramouche looked down at you, seeing his beautiful artwork he made. How his cum seeped out of your pussy and the bruises forming on your neck, with the tears of pleasure staining your face. But one thing was missing. Those were the taste of your lips. He pulled you in, kissing your lips as he took in the flavor he tasted off of them. He wasn't a fan of sweets but this was the only thing he would ever taste. He pulled back as he laid you down, holding onto your warm body against his cold one.

“Such a good girl. My good girl. You belong only to me. No one else.”

[mothpdf]

getting tattooed hurts both more and less than expected

[bittermuire]

A woman in the walls

Having left Velaris nearly a decade ago, Lucien returns to spend the winter season with the Inner Circle. He’s having a nice time being wined and dined and yet can’t help but notice the absence of Nesta, who seems to have disappeared altogether.

--

I.

Lucien’s mother used to tell him that winter is when the world ends: that the first snow is the first fissure, the warning, the lighthouse.

He steps down from the coach onto the dark street and holds out a hand. A snowflake spirals onto his finger then melts upon touching it. He smiles. He’s forgotten most of the stories and winter is so beautiful, anyway. He looks up at the front of the townhouse—how long has it been since he last stayed here? A decade? More? He hasn’t seen Feyre since her belly was swollen with promise, then he received a letter, a short one, that informed him briefly of the loss. We had a name picked out, the messy letters spelled out. It was a boy.

The door opens, golden light spilling out around that familiar frame.

“Lucien?” says Feyre, smiling. “By the Mother, is that you?”

He grins, taking up his trunk, and takes the steps two at a time to grab her in a hug. She laughs into his shoulder then pulls away sharply with a gasp.

“It’s snowing!”

He nods, looking over the blurred yellow lamplights. “The first snow.”

“Come on,” she says, and picks up his trunk. “Let’s go in. We’re having dinner. I’m so glad you’ve finally arrived!”

Lucien follows her into the foyer, when she pulls off his coat and he unwinds his scarves in the sweet warmth of the townhouse. Laughter bounces up every now and then from the kitchen, the living room, and he wonders how much has changed. He turns to Feyre. He wants to ask how everyone’s fared, but he stops short. In clear light she’s very… different, isn’t she?

Skin that’s stretched a bit too thin. Saucer-like eyes that are a distinct shade of cornflower blue, no others, no melting together of hues. A familiar throw of freckles, but less. Fewer.

“Feyre,” he says thoughtfully, and she turns to him, brows high. “Are you alright?”

She frowns, a high laugh pitched from her mouth, dry and cracked. “Just fine. Are you alright?”

He swallows a protest and they share a smile; they join the others.

II.

The letter he received, three months prior:

Dear Lucien,

How have you been? It feels like years since we’ve seen each other. I’ve never been too considerate about keeping up decent correspondence—my apologies.

Anyway, I’d be delighted if you would come spend the winter with the rest of here in the townhouse. It’s the same people as always. You know us all! I think it could be rather fun, and we’re throwing our annual Solstice party. I have all kinds of plans.

Write back and let me know!

Your friend, Feyre Archeron

He splashes water on his face long after the rest of them have gone to sleep, musing over the words in that letter. The same people as always. In fact, it is. Mostly.

Rhys and Cassian and Azriel and Mor and Amren and Elain and Feyre. They sit in the living room and put their feet in each other’s laps and laugh hysterically and get drunk. They’re more fun than they used to be—maybe it’s Lucien who’s changed, who’s loosened up. He can appreciate their company but he’d like to know, he’d like to ask:

Where’s the scorpion?

The frightful witch, with the spine of iron.

Cassian has circles beneath his eyes and he doesn’t laugh as hard. Mor has a new hardness around her mouth. Elain and Feyre sit on opposite sides of the room. Azriel looks over his shoulder; he has shadows for that, spies for that. There’s a dark glitter in the indigo of Rhys’s eyes. That’s always been there. It’s never made Lucien concerned, shaken, like this, splashing water on his face, wetting his face again and again.

These things he collects, puts in his pockets. They can’t have to do with her but he collects them anyway.

Where is she? They don’t say her name. For some reason, he’s afraid to, he keeps forgetting to.

Where is Nesta?

III.

A long day, a good day, comes to a restful end. He’s had breakfast with Rhys and Feyre, went to a game with Cassian, helped Elain prepare a late lunch, sat with them all on the veranda and watched the snow fall in silence. With each person he wants to ask about Nesta but it’s physically difficult, like his tongue has forgotten how to make the shape of her name.

He pushes back the sheets and shivers—his room is rather cold. Has it always been this cold? He shakes his head and pulls the comforters up to his chin. It’s freezing—

Thunk.

He jolts up. It’s like something has crashed into the window. He listens for something else, but there’s nothing.

Thunk. Scrape.

Muttering a curse, he gets up and pushes aside the curtain. It’s a tree branch, bare and heavy, moved by the night wind to rouse him from sleep. Damn it all.

So he ignores the sounds, the cold, and he repeats a rhyme in his head until he drifts off, drifts away.

IV.

(He sits across from her at a cafe. She is not how she usually is. She is how he’s begun to know her as. Her hair is long and down, a bit frizzy, and she sighs with irritation when the wind off the river blows it up and she has to push it away from her face. She has, always has had, a magnificent face. He finds it all the more magnificent when she smiles; that smile defies nature. A face like hers doesn’t smile and yet she takes a long sip of her coffee and sighs contentedly, and,

Smiles.

Lucien smiles too and looks over the river. This is a routine. They understand each other. Something in their bones is conducive to this. Something in their hearts is the same.)

He’s drowning.

With a strangled gasp he sits up, the comforters clenched in his hands. His nightshirt is drenched in sweat.

Nesta—

What was he dreaming of? It’s on the tip of his useless tongue. He just had it.

Wearily he runs a hand over his face. There goes the branch again, in an ugly rhythm, slamming angrily against his poor glass window.

V.

Elain sits like a little girl’s doll in the coach, rosy-cheeked and nestled in blankets. If he once was enamored with her, something in her marrow enchanted to pull his eyes, now he would rather look away. She looks unreal. Beautiful, surely.

“Ah, thank you,” he says, as she stretches the blanket over his legs.

She smiles. “How have you been? I realize I haven’t asked you that, not really.”

He smiles too. He looks out at the city as the driver clicks his tongue to the horse. “Oh, fine. The years have treated me well.”

“It’s been quiet for you?”

“Yes. For you as well?”

She blinks, eyelids smooth over the doe-brown of her eyes, spidery lashes long and thin. “Yes,” she says.

He can remember like it was yesterday those long months; days upon days of waiting in corridors and standing in the cold, wanting more than anything a glimpse of her face, the brush of her skirts against his leg, a piece of her silhouette, a piece of her. He would have taken discarded letters or a hint of stolen laughter, a whiff of her perfume. It wasn’t love. It was manufactured by a thing that the world is losing faith in. There are universities now—there are students who write papers and publish articles in the daily news, and they speak of something they call science. Not the ancient sciences, not—not witchcraft, but something concrete, absolute. Something of evidence.

Lucien reads those articles. He looks at Elain; he knows, it wasn’t love. It was fear. A need for structure. A cauldron brewing love potions.

It wasn’t love, but now it’s concern. She blinks again. He wants to grab her shoulders and shake her, pull something unrehearsed.

What’s going on in this mind of his? So muddled up. There had to have been a reason he proposed they take a ride around the city. He sucks in a breath and thinks, thinks.

Clop clop, go the horse’s hooves. He looks down a darker alleyway, the pathway to a dirter Velaris—wasn’t that where—

In a moment of clarity he bursts, “This might seem a strange question, but might I ask, where is Nesta?”

A blink. Her lips pull back from her small, pearly teeth.

“Lucien,” she says, like he’s a child. “What could you possibly mean?”

VI.

(She’s crying. Her hands clutch his arms and he rests his chin on the top of her head, murmurs meaningless things, hushes her, dread in his heart. She cries so often and for no apparent reason. It frightens him, that she, with an iron spine, with claws for nails, would spiral like a storm from that townhouse and come to him and sink to his floor and cry. He never goes to the townhouse anymore. He didn’t like to see them tear into her—Feyre promised, promised him, that she and her mate and their friends had stopped. That they had an understanding with her. That they loved her, they were on better terms.

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he whispers to her. “Please tell me.”

She holds him tighter. There is a gold ring on her finger, embedded with rubies. It’s a ring of promise. She’ll have the ceremony in the next month.

She cries.)

A ghoulish wind wakes him, whisking through the walls. He sits up and listens and rubs his eyes blearily.

It doesn’t sound like the wind, it sounds like a woman, a girl—crying—

The sleep falls from him like a cloak and he’s alert, he remembers the dream like it’s real, like she’s here. He gets up and goes to the door, puts his hand on the knob.

“Nesta?” he murmurs, breath against the wood. “Nesta?”

The room goes cold. All three windows are closed. Locked tight.

VII.

Rhys holds up a necklace, blood rubies and diamonds. “How is this? Would Mor like it?”

Lucien nods. He has no idea what Mor likes. He’s tired—he never managed to get back to sleep last night, plagued by nightmares of all kinds of gruesome deaths, drowning and choking and getting burned on a stake, flames licking at his feet.

“Wonderful.” Rhys looks over it once more. “How are you sleeping, Lucien?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you sleeping well?”

A cold wind shakes the stall. Lucien stands still as stone, then plays at a smile. “As well as I’m able. There’s a horrible wind at night, isn’t there?”

Rhys’s eyes are jewels, glittering, twisting, catching light and grinding it up. He smiles also and hands the necklace to the vendor without a word. “Oh, yes. Don’t mind it.”

VIII.

Cassian wears a ring on his finger. Lucien looks at it often. He stands in the townhouse and laughs at their jokes, drinks their wine, says to himself over and over, I’m not insane. I’m not insane. I’m not insane. It hasn’t been that long. Cassian wouldn’t remarry. Cassian’s whole body belonged to her—to Nesta, why does her name slip from his mind every time? Why does he have to search for the pieces and string the letters together, one by one?

Cassian’s heart and mind and soul were hers even before the bond.

He still wears the ring. Lucien stares at it. Something ugly has begun to take shape in his mind, something vague like a monster in the doorway, breath on the back of his neck. There is something here and he’s grabbing at it and he’s missing it every time.

IX.

Lucien.

He gasps awake, wiping the dried line of drool off his face. The bedroom is dark, unnaturally dark, like someone has placed a blanket over his head while he was dreaming. He blinks over and over again.

Lu-cien.

The sound comes from somewhere near.

He gets up and goes to the door, turning the knob. “Hello?” he murmurs. And on a whim: “Nesta? Who’s there?”

No response.

Creeping down the hallway, he follows the clicks, the whispers, the innocuous sounds, with some subconscious layer of thought. His eyes are strained for light and his ears buzz with the suffocating silence, punctuated every so often with the rhythms, the placements, of this thing here, this thing that knows his name. Lucien, it rasps, and he thinks this must be another one of those strange dreams.

He awakens in the main hall, staring up at the filmy lines of Feyre’s unfinished (long finished) painting. Of her, of Elain, their mother and father. He squints and raises a finger to the dried paint. It must be a trick of the light…

The surface shimmers, shifts. He must be mistaken. Because Nesta is there, in the painting like she never was, beautiful, perfect, with that thin-lipped smile and regal posture. Her ears are curved. Her face is human.

He stares. He puts a finger to her face, faint as it is.

“Nesta?” he whispers, and the smile leaves her face, her hands are moving, they come up to touch his, and her skin is sandpaper against his. He frowns. He’s dreaming. He must be dreaming. They must be putting something in his food, his wine—he never dreams like this.

Lucien, is the word her mouth shapes.

Lucien, the air scrapes.

Lucien, Lucien—he can almost hear her voice, low and hard and even, so familiar he could weep, pull her from this painting—

“Lucien?”

The room fills with golden light and Nesta fades from his fingers. He turns to see Azriel, who’s holding up a candle and squinting furiously.

“Ah,” he says, a little shakily, “I think I’ve been sleepwalking.”

But Azriel doesn’t smile. “You need to go back to bed.”

“Actually—”

“Now.”

Overcome, overwrought, Lucien bursts helplessly, “Where is Nesta? Where is she? Why does no one speak of her? Tell me, or I’ll—”

He falters; his throat closes. The last sight he sees before he falls is Azriel’s creased brow and lightless eyes, the silhouette that rises over the spymaster’s shoulder, the velvet brush of night and a heavy ringed hand.

X.

He wakes to three feet of snow outside his window, a blue morning, light streaming in through the windows.

He didn’t dream at all. In fact, he doesn’t remember going back to bed, falling asleep—he doesn’t remember anything before yesterday’s luncheon. This was the most restful sleep he’s had. The room is pleasant and bright and he pushes off the sheets and gets ready for the day.

“Ah, good morning,” teases Feyre, who sits at the table. “You had quite the sleep! It’s nearly noon.”

He smiles cheerily. “I slept wonderfully.”

“Good. You’ll have plenty of energy for the Solstice party this evening. I trust you brought a suit?”

“I’d be insulted if you thought I hadn’t.”

She laughs. “Come here. I need your opinion on these garlands I’ve set up.”

He follows her to the main hall, looking to where she points, silver and gold entwined over the doorway, the stairwell, beneath the—

Painting.

Frozen, Lucien finds himself in front of it again, staring. Something unrolls, clicks, opens  a door and he remembers everything like it’s happening now. He searches feverishly for her—Nesta! Nesta!—but she’s nowhere, the space she occupied last night is empty and empty and it can’t be empty, wasn’t she there last night? Wasn’t she? Alive and reaching for him, speaking his name?

“Lucien?”

He blinks. “What?”

Feyre is peering at him, frowning a bit. “Are you alright?”

He takes in a long breath, squeezing his eyes shut. Feyre’s hands come around his arms and rub up and down consolingly. “Feyre,” he says.

“Yes?”

“There is something wrong and I need someone to tell me the truth.” He opens his eyes to hers, so familiar, so horrifically different. This is not the girl in Spring. She is wholly different. Every bit of her is different.

A maternal kind of smile splits her face as she says sweetly, “I will tell you the truth, Lucien.”

“Where is Nesta?” he asks under his breath. “What happened to her?”

Feyre’s smile falls.

He pulls away. “What did you do to her?”

“How do you…” she shakes her head, putting a hand to her face. “You shouldn’t… it’s not something you need to worry yourself over. Please don’t worry, Lucien. Just enjoy yourself tonight.”

“Where is she?” he pleads. “Feyre, I trust you. I know you’re kind, and good. Please don’t lie to me, just tell me—”

“What’s going on here?”

Rhys materializes over his mate’s shoulder with a twist of his mouth.

“Nothing, Rhys,” says Feyre shakily.

“You’re rattled. Darling,” he cooes, raising a hand to her hair, “you can speak with Lucien later tonight.”

Feyre goes under his arm and they disappear up the stairs.

XI.

He’s straightening his tie when a horrible crash comes from downstairs.

“Cassian!” someone shrieks.

Lucien runs down to the living room—Cassian is crumpled on the floor with bloodshot eyes, hands clenched around his neck, squeezing, squeezing tighter. Mor kneels beside him and grabs at his hands. “Help,” she gasps, seeing him. “Please help me.”

He falls to his knees beside her and does his best but the great warrior’s hands are like that of a beast’s. There’s no hope. He grimaces as Cassian chokes by his own volition, until—

“Stop,” orders Rhys, striding into the room. “Stop it.”

And Cassian does.

Lies still on the floor, staring up at the ceiling without life. His dry mouth moves in vague shapes, and then, almost mystically, he whispers, “Nesta.”

“No,” Rhys demands.

He coughs weakly, then turns on his side, props himself up on his elbow, levels the red eyes at his brother. “What did you do to her? What did you do? I thought she…”

“Stop with these delusions, Cassian. Please.”

XII.

(“Are you sure you’re happy?”

She smiles, a ray of light. In the seamstress’s fitting room, in the magnificent gown of white, she looks like someone she isn’t, not anymore. “Trust me, Lucien. You don’t have to worry about me.”

All his bags are packed. He decided to leave last month once she seemed like she’d reached a stable place, when she wasn’t coming to him for hours to relax and get away anymore. He’s not worried, not really, but he does want her to be happy. He’s not sure she is.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” She presses a light kiss to his cheek. “I promise.”)

XIII.

“Cassian,” Lucien says, leaning close to where the general lies, still weakened. “Where is she? Do you know where she is?”

Rhys sighs. “Don’t encourage him.”

“What’s wrong with him? What happened to him? Where the fuck is Nesta?”

XIV.

(A letter, on his kitchen counter. From her.

Messy letters, frantic words.

I’m afraid.

I have such strange dreams.

I’m so afraid.

They’re going to kill me.)

XV.

The room goes ice cold, falls to darkness around their shoulders, all of them, in this frigid townhouse, clutched together like frightened children. Only Rhysand stands apart. He looks into the dark with ferocity and rage. It isn’t his night. It doesn’t belong to him.

And then, like in the painting…

The darkness collects itself into the shape of a woman.

She seeps from the walls, has arms, has legs, has long hair that falls free from her undulating head. She has a mouth that smiles, a smile that shows teeth.

She doesn’t have eyes.

She has a tongue; it hisses—

“He killed me.”

And she lifts a finger, points it at Rhys.

XVI.

It rushes back to Lucien. All of it.

Every miserable bit of it.

The marriage, the mating ceremony, the letters she sent him. That they were dragging her around again. That this time she was really afraid. That Cassian wasn’t himself. That the war kept reappearing in her dreams. That her body, she couldn’t control it. That Rhys would steal her away and interrogate her, sure that she would snap and kill them all. That she woke up in the night screaming and Cassian couldn’t hear her.

That the world was falling to pieces and only she could see it.

And then,

Nothing.

It was blank. Silence. Silenced.

Where her name had been, stamped like a wild horse’s hooves on every corner of the world, beautiful Nesta, intelligent Nesta, horrible Nesta, kind Nesta, Nesta, Nesta, Nesta—

Nothing.

XVII.

“Get behind me,” Rhys rasps, an arm coming in front of Feyre.

The woman laughs. “Are you scared?”

“You witch.”

“Indeed,” she says, nodding earnestly. “You poor frightened thing. You killed me and now you’ve been living with the consequences.”

Feyre chokes on a sob, a hand clenched to her mouth.

“Little Feyre.”

“Don’t speak to her—”

The woman, midnight and blurring stars, sick darkness, whirls on Rhysand. “Don’t speak to my sister? My little sister?”

“My mate,” he snarls.

“My mate,” Cassian gasps. He reaches up for her. “Please.”

“And you. You let him kill me.”

He shakes his head hard. “No. I didn’t. I swear I didn’t. Please, come back.”

She laughs, sand sifting in the wind. “I can’t come back, don’t you see? I’m dead. That’s what happens when you get murdered.”

Lucien sits on the carpet, paralyzed.

It’s her, isn’t it? Who else?

Nesta.

“Nesta,” he whispers.

XVIII.

She turns to him, moving like a ghost, wisping feet catching on drafts of darkness. Eyes trace themselves into her face and she regards him slowly, bending to him.

“Lucien.”

“Hello, Nes. It’s been a while.”

Her mouth softens. She smells of a night wind, of a silent midnight snow.

XIX.

She puts a blurring hand on his cheek and it jolts into him like lightning—everything. Everything.

XX.

(She wakes that night in her own bed, as she always does, drenched in sweat and shaking from the terror that waits for her in sleep. She wakes that night with a knife to her throat. Unrelenting indigo eyes are fastened on hers.

“How long have you been waiting here?” she murmurs. She moves her eyes to the figure beside her. “Does he know?”

Rhys follows her eyes. “He has some idea.”

“Ah.”

“You know why I have to do this.”

“I don’t know why. But I know you.” She swallows, closes her eyes. “So on some level I always knew.”

She doesn’t feel the knife.

But she wakes in some half-way place, bodiless, floating, in the walls of the townhouse and without a heart to love, without a mind to remember how. She sits in paintings. She moves between times, hours, relives memories, relives a world that drove her to madness. Without a heart and without a mind she sits and kills them, over and over. She stalks them through the house and suffocates them and haunts their dreams. She learns what he did. What Rhys did.

She learns that he went into all their minds and scrambled their thoughts around. That everyone in the world who ever knew her no longer knows her. That she doesn’t exist. That one man can do that. That one man can kill her while she lies in bed with her mate, her husband, and make her nothing.

She is yanked from the world by her neck, by a knife.

That there are only five people who know: Rhysand, Azriel, Morrigan, Amren.

And Feyre.)

XXI.

“How are you here?” he says to her.

Rhys takes a step forward. “Get away from it, Lucien.”

But Nesta—what a beautiful name—she presses a cold kiss to his cheek. “Promise me you’ll leave. Now.”

He reaches for her but his hands pass through her like smoke.

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

She curls from him with a sigh. “Go,” she breathes,

And he jerks to his feet, possessed by the order in her voice, half dreaming, sure he’s dreaming, and runs, runs down the hall and out the door into the snowy city, the snowy city falling to night. And the townhouse cracks, the foundation crumbles. Lucien doesn’t dare to look back.

Go, he hears, a whisper on the wind, again and again and again.

Lucien runs.

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clearly there’s a lot to be explained here but I’ll leave it up to interpretation

[alienaiver]

jalousi (n.)

Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!reader

warnings: mostly just fluffy banter but the word fuck is used once if that’s not your thing!, Shinsou is a tadbit insecure but that’s mostly because he’s a needy baby and its all light-hearted. wordcount: 1.4k content: FLUFF, SFW, genderneutral reader!, poc!friendly reader, banter, canon compliant, established relationship, prohero!shinsou and prohero!reader but reader’s quirk isn’t mentioned, ‘babe’ and ‘my love’ is used as petnames for shinsou, shinsou is needy, eri is a budding pro hero!!!, not beta’d

notes: HI HEY HELLO THIS IS FOR THE LOVELY LUNA / @cup-of-fluff TIME TO SHINE COLLAB!!!! (go check out the other amazing works!!!). imo shinsou might be reserved with love until he’s had a taste of it and then hes NEEDY. physical affection and home-y traditions are whats his driving force!!!!! this was so much fun to write but i do apologize if its very self-indulgent!!! i hope you enjoy it and have some laughs as well <333 (the title is the danish word for jealousy btw, im just having fun with not being good at titles 🤡🥰✨) also fun fact, the cat is named flour but it’s a tabby <3

Shinsou unlocks the front door and hurries inside to take shelter from the biting wind. It’s been another cold day and he can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine upon feeling the temperature change inside the entrance of your shared home. He drops his sports bag and huffs out breaths into his palms to heat them back up – maybe he can tuck them safely around your waist and regain warmth from cuddles. He can’t help but smile at the thought.

“I’m home!”

He waits for your reply as he toes off his shoes at the genkan but none comes. He calls out your name and a low, “I’m in here!” is heard from the direction of the bedroom. He cocks up an eyebrow before making his way through your home to check what you’re up to. On the way through the living room he stops by the scratching post to greet Flour who eagerly purrs and butts into his open palm. In a high-pitched voice he asks the feline about his day and tells him how much he’s missed him. Dramatically, he gives a short re-telling of his shift and how he apprehended a villain with no shortages in sound effects. Shinsou won’t admit it, but he half expects and hopes that you’re leaning up against the doorframe, smiling at him and in a teasing voice, will tell him he’s cute. When he looks up to check, you aren’t there and his brows furrow before a pout forms.

When Flour jumps down from the post, stretches, and continues to the kitchen, Shinsou decides to continue his quest to receiving head scratches himself as he holds you close – it’s 11pm and he’s had an all-day shift due to shortage at the agency. Yesterday, you had a night shift, so he hasn’t actually seen you in well over 24 hours.

 In the bedroom you’re sitting in a thinking position with your legs propped underneath you, your head rested in your palm as you’re eyeing several items on the bed with an almost comical seriousness. He repeats his words from when he arrived with a quizzical look, “I’m home?”

Shinsou likes family-related traditions – having someone to announce he’s home to fills him with a soft love that he can’t quite place other than in the deepest parts of his heart and you know this. So when you’re so caught up in something else, he can’t help the way his underlip juts out. He’s well aware that he’s being a baby.

“Ah, yeah, sorry babe, welcome home,” you reply without even looking at him before you pick up a plushie. Upon further inspection Shinsou recognizes the design – he hasn’t seen it in plushie-form before, but the color scheme and patterns make him smile brightly as pride fills his chest.

“Is that an Eri plushie?”

You smile and nod, “this is the prototypes. It’s her first merch so she’s so nervous she asked me to look them over,” you explain as you turn the soft doll version of his little sister around in your palm. “…there’s something about the color of her eyes on this though, it’s off.”

Shinsou shuffles over to the side of the bed to take a look – but with only the nightlamp on, he can’t really tell much, so with a chuckle he goes to turn on the overhead lights – you must’ve sat here for a long time if you haven’t turned them on yourself. You continue to inspect the items with a scrutiny and seriousness he admires – he really does, but…

He can’t be faulted for wanting a kiss and a hug from his favorite person after so long, can he?

 He huffs out a breath before sitting down on the side of the bed – your side, specifically, to see if he can get a reaction from you.

There’s none.

So he flops down on his back, his head landing by your hip as he huffs out another – more dramatic and louder – breath. After a few seconds of nothing, he chances a look up at you, who’s now moved on to some keychains with your lip sucked in to nibble on.

He stretches his arms over his head and groans, pretending to be sore and lets them fall down like deadweight by his sides, secretly peeking up at you, gauging your reaction. Maybe you’ll ask if he’s had a long day.

Once again, he’s rewarded absolute fuck all.

He whines your name and turns to lie on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist. His legs hang from the bed. You laugh, “what’s up, babe?”

What’s up?

What’s up?

He groans and presses his head into your hip to hide his embarrassment, “you’re ignoring me.”

He feels one of your hands travel through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp and if he could purr, he would be doing so as he leans into your touch, “I want to give her thorough feedback so she won’t be unhappy with how it’ll look in the stores and the deadline is tonight,” you explain, turning a headband around in your palm that’s based on the headgear of her costume. Shinsou sighs loudly to make a point, “you can still go through it all in time while giving me a welcome home kiss.”

You chuckle before grabbing his ear and pulling it back and forth as you turn and lean down, “welcome home my love,” you say with a hint of a smile before you kiss the top of his head.

It’s not enough. He grabs you by your shoulders and a surprised noise escapes you as he forcefully lies you down and buries his head in your neck, “need more than a forehead kiss or I’ll start to think you don’t love me.”

He says it with a serious voice but the raspberry he blows into your neck makes you laugh out loud and trash your legs, “Hitoshi, stop!” you plead through desperate breaths as his fingers dance over your sides. Compared to how much he loathes getting tickled, he attacks you way too frequently with it.

When he stops, he looks at you with an almost begging look, “give me a kiss?”

You regain your breath while a hand runs through his hair and down his back, “as many as you want, you big baby.”

You melt into each other as he sighs into the kiss. He feels a smile creeping onto your lips which only makes him press his own harder against yours. When he pulls back, he looks away, “you love me, right?”

The insecurity laced into his question isn’t hard to detect. Shinsou’s been going through a lot of emotional stages in the 10 years you’ve been together so you also know he’s only half-serious right now. You smile and bite your lip to hold back a laugh, “you want Eri’s merch to look good too, right?” you ask back before you continue to answer him, “of course I love you, more than anything.”

“Even more than Eri’s merch?”

This time you don’t hold back your laughter. Shinsou doesn’t mind – he thinks your laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world so he’s never minded you teasing him or being the butt of a joke if it meant you’d let out a laugh for him. His embarrassment subsides and a lovesick smile graces his features as he takes you in. You finish with a chuckle, “a lot more than Eri’s merch.”

“Good, I was just checking.”

“Of course you were, big Mr. Brainwave. Mayhaps I’m just dating you to get to your family, right?”

Shinsou groans and falls back on the bed next to you, unable to continue your banter, “it’s perhaps or maybe, you can’t just combine them.”

You smirk, “mayhaps someone’s a little mangry.”

He jumps up from the bed, “that’s it, I’m leaving your ass. Have fun with your merch and stop hanging out with Denki so much!”

A loud, villainous-like laugh leaves you as you grab onto your own stomach, “not when it’s this fun! Hey, if you’re going to the kitchen can you bring me a water?”

A resonant and firm “no!” is heard throughout the apartment but after a few minutes, a water bottle is thrown towards you in the bed. You blow him a kiss and he give you the middle finger. Both of you look forward to finally sleeping next to each other again tonight.

@hanayanetwork 🌸

mayhaps is maybe and perhaps and mangry is mad and angry! ✨

[americasass91]

Baby Fever

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife​ 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!

Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)

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“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”

Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”

See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.

The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.

Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.  

It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.

It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.

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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.

You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”

After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”

Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”

As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.

You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”

Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”

“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.

Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”

You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”

You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”

“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.

“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”

“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.

You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.

“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”

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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.

You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.

Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”

You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”

Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”

He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.

You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.

You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.

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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.

“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”

A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.

You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”

He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.

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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.

You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”

He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.

You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.

“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”

You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”

You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”

He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”

You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”

Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”

His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”

You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”

He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”

You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.

“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.

He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”

Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”

You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.

Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”

You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.

He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.

Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”

Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”

You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”

He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”

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[buckyownsmylife]

I’ve Told You Now - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where alpha!Bucky fucks you in front of the other avengers

Warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics, public sex, oral (f), p in v, possessiveness

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Thank you to my lovely @wakingbeauty​ for giving this a read for me! This is strictly the product of mine and @navybrat817​‘s belief that public sex should be more common in A/B/O dynamics, so there you have it 😊 Also, I used a prompt the sweet @jbreenr​ gave me ages ago for a headcanon and I asked to save it for this story since it made such perfect sense! Hope you guys like it! I might write more public sex A/B/O smut in the very near future!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

Everyday was the same. I’d wake up and join the rest of the team for breakfast to find out that despite the fact that someone had saved me a seat, that same someone had thought of a new joke to make at my expense.

If I thought Tony’s nicknames were bad, this was a whole new level. It’s like she wanted to find all the little ways to annoy me, while still remaining mindful of my recovery process and triggers.

I’d never met an omega like that before. Back in my time, omegas were mostly prim and proper, almost shy around alphas, even if they were starting to show a little more skin and entertain the possibility of staying closer to us for longer periods of time.

I wasn’t used to someone who felt so comfortable with my intimidating aura, and the alpha in me definitely couldn’t grow used to seeing so much of her skin all the time. By now, I was sure she was doing it on purpose.

She knew how it affected me, she could smell it - every omega was able to identify when a nearby alpha was aroused. And I knew it turned her on in return. I was also biologically wired to sense that.

It was basically a game of who would break first. And I knew she thought she would win, but my resolve still wasn’t broken.

“Ah… What a lovely day. So full of possibilities… if you’re not a hundred years old,” she quickly added, throwing me a glance that had me rolling my eyes. “What do you say, grandpa? Feel like going out for a run?”

Who knows what I would have answered if she hadn’t decided to pull her hair up right at the second Wanda opened the window to look out into the field? The smile that had been on my face quickly dropped when I was hit with a heavy wave of her scent and my knees buckled as I tried to hold myself back from just jumping on top of her.

Unfortunately, because awareness was not something she seemed capable of having, she did not realize my struggle. “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t even keep up anymore?” The growl that escaped my chest at her joke was all the warning she needed to finally understand what was going on.

“I’ll show you what I can keep up.” I was on her in a second, my consciousness of our surroundings reduced to absolutely nothing. It was only her and me, and the way our lips moved as I guided her back to the couch, until we both fell on top of it.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” I asked as I tore her shirt with a simple flick of my wrist. “Is this how you wanted it to happen? For me to lose all control and just take you right here?” All that left her was a garbled sound, her hands clawing at my back as I easily got rid of her jeans until they were nothing but scraps on the floor and then exposed her pussy to the tower’s living room.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, immediately leaning down to get a taste of her. Sweet and wet and mine, all mine. I had no idea where that possessive instinct had come from, but I would be crazy to ignore it - especially since it felt like I’d kill and die for her at that very second.

Her hips jerked up, instinctively searching for my tongue, but a breeze of clarity seemed to brush over her and make her sit up on her elbows, looking down at me. I knew what was running through her mind before she said it, and I wasn’t having any of it.

“You better lay back down and let me savor my meal,” I warned, knowing the rest of the team had gathered around to watch the show. I didn’t have to take my eyes off her debauched state to know it, but her gaze was on them, even if the rest of her body was still spread open for anyone to see, uncaring of the fact that we were being watched.

“You poked the beast, now you’ll entertain it,” Steve warned, shaking his head as if to scold us, but when I met his eyes, I could see the glint of desire in them. He wanted to be in my position, he wanted to have his own tongue shoved deep inside my girl’s pussy, and it only made me eat her more hungrily.

“Eyes on me, ‘mega,” I called out to her once I saw her eyes linger on Steve. “Let them watch, that’ll keep them away from you.” She groaned at the possessiveness in my words, but it was the sounds of someone who was relishing in it. And I was relishing in her juices.

“Fuck!” She cursed when I buried my tongue as far as it could go in her, something deep inside of me desperate to be drowning in her scent. “Should have gotten you mad before.”

The thought was amusing to me. Did she really think this was only the result of pent-up anger, and not months of desire and lust that had finally spilled from my weakened resolve?

“Well…” I started, pushing two fingers inside of her to scissor her open for me, although my scent had already made her body as prepared for an Alpha an Omega could get.

I was a bit larger than usual Alphas, though - courtesy of the serum - so I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t go through any pain whatsoever. “You keep me mad all the fucking time, kitten.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“With desire or anger, it doesn’t really care,” he continued, like it was any ordinary day and we were chatting in the living room, our usual teasing banter taking over the conversation, instead of him eating me out on the couch in front of all of our teammates while I was spread out for their eyes to take in.

“You’re always a tease to me, in one way or another.” His huge hands massaged the inside of my thighs as he finally lowered himself to suck on my nub again, making me instinctively buck my hips up in search of his tongue.

“Stay…” he ordered in his Alpha tone, and the whine that broke free from my chest was more animal than human now. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of sinful, licking me from ass to clit with an eagerness I had never expected the former Winter Soldier to have.

But I guess today I was discovering all of my fantasies about Bucky had been a bit misplaced. For one, I never thought he’d be the type of Alpha to take me in such a public environment.

In every dirty dream I’d had, Bucky was far too possessive to allow anyone to explore what was his - even if it was only visually - but what I’d come to learn was that while he was definitely dominating, there was a hint of exhibitionism in his craving.

He liked to have people see him break me into a million pieces only to glue me back together with a lick of his tongue. He liked that they were seeing his talent - and I had to admit, by what I saw in his friend’s stare, that they were also admiring me too.

And he got off on that. I didn’t expect it would make me get off too.

“Delicious,” he hummed when he finally pulled away from my cunt, having brought me to my release and licked it off of me. Still, an overwhelming amount of wetness covered the lower part of his face, prompting me to raise myself to my elbows and lick my own juices off of his lips, the omega in me begging to scent him as mine.

“You’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He chuckled once the surprise faded away, easily manhandling me onto my stomach, the sound of a zipper being opened denouncing that he had undressed.

“Keep fucking me and you’ll find out.” I heard him spitting behind me, a shiver running up my spine as I realized he was playing with himself while looking at me presenting for him.

“Oh, I’ll do much better than that.” That was all the warning I got before I felt the head of his member poking my entrance, slowly but surely sliding in until he had bottomed out.

My whines became intensified when he pulled me up by my hair, his free hand covering my breast to rub my nipple as he whispered, “I’m gonna claim you, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for that? Think you’ll be able to take it?”

I was quickly realizing I had severely underestimated the man inside of me, even if not to the extent he thought I had. I was not ready for that. I don’t think I ever would be, but fuck if I wasn’t gonna take it anyway.

Because it was so much better than I ever imagined it to be.

“No more playing hard-to-get,” Bucky continued, finally starting to move and immediately settling on a punishing pace. “No more teasing me with your short skirts and tempting scent. You’ll be mine now, ‘mega. Forever. How does that sound?”

God, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to keep exercising this complete control over my body that he had so easily managed to take. His cock was stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before, his inflated knot slamming against my opening with each thrust.

“Always mocking me… Am I too old for you now?” I shivered as he licked a stripe up my neck. I knew he wouldn’t actually bite me in front of everyone - a claiming ritual was a sacred ritual, even the most feral of Alphas respected the intimacy of that. But the way he was taunting me was all too arousing, I couldn’t deny it. “Tell me.”

His hand squeezed my hip, looking for an answer. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. His palm slipped further down, finding my clit, and as two fingers rubbed my own juices, around it, I screamed.

“N-No!” Bucky chuckled against my neck, body continuing his onslaught against mine as he nuzzled my scent gland. “Y-you’re not too old for me. Take me, take me please.” His coos were too provoking, making me cry out loud at the mocking sound.

“Aw, kitten…” His warm mouth breathed the next words against my ear, “I already did.” He turned my face towards his with his fingers tangled in my hair, engulfing my mouth with his.

“Alright.” A familiar voice spoke from not too far, startling me for a second as I once again was reminded that we were still very much surrounded by our team. “You two might just be the sexiest mates I’ve ever seen fuck.”

A growl escaped Bucky’s chest at hearing someone refer to us as mates for the first time, and I panted in need, desperate to cum, desperate for him. “Seen a lot of mates fuck, Romanoff?” He nibbled at my ear, hands roaming over my body as if to make it very clear to every person watching that they could look all they wanted, I was still his.

“You have no idea.” Looking over a bit to the side from where she was seated, there rested Sam’s almost limp body, a hand curled over his boner as his eyes never wavered from the place I was connected to the man behind me.

“Well, I know what I’m gonna think about tonight.” Something between a laugh and a moan escaped me, making Bucky growl again, hands pushing me back down onto the couch as his hips picked up the pace with which they’d ruin me.

To say I was soaked was the understatement of the century. I could feel it, running down my thighs, drenching the couch underneath me. I don’t know how we’d be able to use it again, but that was the least of my concerns in the moment.

“I am begging you to let me lick her pussy after you guys are done,” came Tony’s voice, and I knew Bucky would growl in his direction just from the way his fingers pressed tightly on the flesh of my hips. “Not that type of Alpha, sorry, I got it.”

I heard his footsteps retreating quickly, probably scared of what Bucky would do to him once we were done, but in the Alpha’s defense, Tony seemed to disappear from his mind the second he left the room, all of his senses directed to me and his goal of making me cum around his cock.

“C’mon, kitten,” he whispered, fingers easily locating my clit to play with me as he pulled me up to rest against his chest one more. “Come for me, milk me dry.” That was all I needed to give him what he wanted, and although I was anticipating to moan loudly as I creamed his knot, his mouth covered mine to swallow all of my sounds in a deep kiss, hands protectively covering me while pawing at my breasts at the same time.

“Steve,” Bucky called after he managed to catch his breath, having fallen on top of me on the couch once his knot popped open. “I won’t be able to work out with you today.”

I looked up as best as I could to find Steve already staring at us, although red from head to toe. “That’s understandable,” he spoke in a thick, rough voice that I barely recognized as his. “You seem to have worked out enough already.”

Bucky stopped running his nose against my cheek at his friend’s attempt at teasing, a slow smirk taking over his face as he joined me and stared at his friend. “Oh, I’m not nearly done,” he warned. “You’re more than welcome to join us for some cardio, if you want to.”

The soft smile Steve sent our way told us everything we needed to know about his plans for the evening.

[userholland]

getaway town | (three) t. holland

genre: summer love, strangers to lovers, domestic/fluff, mutual pining, light smut

pairing: actor!tom holland x female!reader

series summary: tom needs time away from the city and a break from acting so, he travels to a nice lake house in upstate new york for the rest of the summer (without having his cover blown). he finds the peace and quiet refreshing, along with his trips to the local market where he’s met with a beautiful smile from the girl behind the register.

warnings: not many in this one, but mostly reader having back and forth doubts about tom. sigh.

word count: 2.8k

songs inspired: i wish you would by taylor swift

a/n: i think i'll be adding a part five and six to this series and that will be it! it's just a short series and it is nothing but fluff (with no plot?) but i enjoy writing it and not having to think of too many complicated and detailed ideas compared to my other high word count fics. think of it as my actual rom-com movie when im usually a person who writes plain angst and hurt lmao

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On the walk over to Tom’s house, you contemplated about saying anything about this newly known fame (to you). As you touched your lips, there was a tingle trailing up your spine. The kiss was memorable and sweet, very short, matching the gentleman he was. But, once you uncovered his identity, all you could think was: “I kissed a popular actor. Even worse, a popular actor who was in the heat of every media outlet.” 

You ran your hands down your face. This was something out of the movies so, thinking of a clear solution didn’t seem foreseen. If you confront him, you called him a liar. If you ignore it, then how would you be able to contain your feelings when he was more than a stranger. He would go back to a life of cameras with glitz and glamor– a world you couldn’t see yourself melting into comfortably.

Sighing, you figured you would let the day go on and see if there was a right time or if he trusted you enough not to tell. But, you were faint on both of those endings.

Just as you walked down his driveway, Tessa sped out when Tom opened the front door. You kneeled down, smiling as you rubbed behind her ears and received her licks.

“Hey, Tess.” You cooed as she jumped, even letting out a small bark.

When you lifted your head, Tom walked out and as badly as you wanted to confront him on his writer job cover-up, he was shirtless and his sweatpants sat low on his hips.

You nervously chuckled, “Morning, neighbor.”

“Good morning.” He grinned, squinting his left eye from the sunlight coming through the trees, “Come in, the tea is ready.”

Tessa guided your way into the house and walking in, you’d notice that you had never been in this house before, let alone who was renting it out too. A few families stayed here during the holiday seasons, occasionally peering at them through the large window into the livingroom. But, now it was like a temptation knowing that a cute guy like Tom was just a glimpse away.

“So, how’s the lake treating you after your first night?” You asked, sitting at the kitchen table.

Tom sighed as he brought the hot mug to you, “Great. Best I’ve slept in a while with the peace and quiet.”

“As compared to what?” You hinted.

You stirred your tea a bit, but Tom paused before saying, “Well, I’m doing work in the city. The loud cars and random noises. I can barely get through a night without waking up in some sort of panic.” He trailed.

Tom looked out to the morning view of the lake, feeling sublime and calm at how still the water. He had already pictured morning walks with Tessa and going down to your store in the afternoon, maybe getting lunch together then picking you up at the end of the day. He wasn’t sure if it was vacation fever, but he was able to think clearly for more than just an hour between takes on a set.

“Sounds like this place is just for you, huh?” You teased, bringing the cup to your lips.

He chuckled again, “You’re not wrong. I didn’t realize how overworked I was, I guess.”

As Tom sipped his tea, your smile faded a bit at his twisted lie. You bit the inside of your cheek and you knew it felt wrong to try to slip out his truth, but how could you get to know someone that wasn’t telling you about himself.

“Is there anything you want to do? We can take a trip down the lake and find somewhere to picnic for dinner? I have to work at the store, of course, but I’m sure you wouldn’t mind accompanying me.” You jeered, tapping your fingers against your warm cup.

Tom nodded, “You do have good ramen brands.”

“Well, I try my best.”

The two of you giggled at your silliness, Tom’s face even heating up, but could easily blame the hot tea. There was an unspoken tension in the room, but it was for different reasons. For Tom, he wondered if you were purposefully being flirty with him and wondering where it could go. For you, there was still a mystery behind the cute face across from you and why he was keeping himself a secret.

After finishing tea, you tell Tom you’re going to get changed back at your place, but he offered to pick you up in a few minutes. He went back upstairs, changing into a breathable polo with nice slacks and spritizing some cologne on his jaw and neck. He wanted to put in some effort, liking this new lifestyle he was taking on before his phone vibrated on the counter.

One message was from Harrison, but it was a few hours ago. But, the second was from Tate and Tom already knew he was going to roll his eyes.

“Babe, call me soon. We need to talk.”

Nothing else, but that and Tom didn’t want to start this day off on the wrong foot. Although his breakup with Tate was (over the top) publicized, he still meant what he said in those candid pictures and videos taken. He didn’t even know why she called him ‘babe’ when it was more than clear they were over and done with for months now.

As he was about to text her something, a new text came in from you: Ready when you are! (with a cutesy, old smile face to end).

He practically waltzed his way down the stairs until he got to his car. Tessa jumped in the backseat seat and the two of them were off to your house, the maroon one with fairy lights from across the lake 

“Do you like her, Tess?” Tom playfully asked.

Tessa just panted, but he chuckled as he rubbed the top of her head, “Me too. Me too.”

Tom was elated about his time so far, but he thought back to Tate’s text message. It didn’t bother him before, but the timing was, no doubt, coincidental and the worst. He bit his inner cheek with his eyebrows furrowed, and tried to wrap his brain around the small amount of possibilities. It was impossible for her not to know about his recent hiatus, but was her intention to use him.

He clenched his jaw, not wanting to think about her dramatic antics. As soon as he pulled into your small driveway, you walked out of the front door in a nice, summer dress above the knee but your name tag still by your chest. Tom hid his smile as you got in, and you took a second look at him.

“What?” You look down at your dress, “Do I have something on me?”

He shyly nodded, “Nothing at all. Sorry.”

You took the given complement just by his soft gaze and he backed up before driving to the store. Tom had a band on his radio that he enjoyed, turning it up and you moved your head a bit to the rhythm.

The silence of conversation was comfortable between you, knowing that you didn’t need to talk all the time. Mostly, you listened to the music, but also wondered if you should confront him that night after your ride down the lake. You didn’t want it to be dramatic, his life was enough like that, but it was better to get it out now.

Once you arrived at the store, Tom watched as you opened it and locked the doors in place. You walked around, turning on the fans in each corner of the store then going behind the register. Tom helped by opening the back doors, and he walked onto the small dock to look out on the lake once more. He couldn't help how much he loved the view and the faint salty breeze– then there was a hint of citrus (specifically oranges).

Tom walked back to you, seeing you cut up some fruits on a small cutting boards and a small box of baggies next to the register. He smiled, “Snacks for the kiddos?”

“Yep, like clockwork. We get the fruit delivered every week so, it’s nice and fresh. Here, try some.” You said, giving him an orange slice.

As Tom slowly ate it, the sweetness hit his tongue then an aftertaste of the tang. Oddly perfect combination, but still satisfying. You watched him take another with that twinkle in his big brown eyes. More beautiful up close, if you might add.

“When do they get here?” He asked, then chewed the rest of his slice.

You glanced at the clock, “Fifteen, thirty minutes. Sometimes, they sneak attack on me.” You giggled as you put the fruit into bags.

“Well, they can’t be that sneaky.” Tom reassured with his hands on his hips, looking around the store.

Before he could speak another cocky word, two arms wrapped on each leg, weighing down his stance as he attempted to move. Glancing down appeared two boys, possibly twins, with the same eyes and hair with huge smiles.

“Gotcha!” They both spoke as the group of kids walked in laughing as well.

Tom’s shocked face turned into a smile, chuckling along with everyone with his rosy cheeks and nose on display.

“Impressive.” Tom trailed to the two boys, patting both of their heads before they ran to the counter for their snacks. Tessa was almost at their height as she walked next to them, trying to sniff them.

You waved your hand over, “Okay, here are your snacks, guys!”

They all collect their bags, hands patiently waiting before grabbing and heading out toward the lake from the back exit. The two of you walked over, admiring the frantic kids trying to push their canoes and kayaks into the water from the shallow, shell shore. Tessa ran alongside them until they went off, letting out cute barks as they waved goodbye to her.

“Last one to Creek rock is gonna get tipped over!”

“Hey, no fair! That’s always me!”

“C’mon guys, let’s race!”

"They’re a treat.” You giggled, crossing your arms.

A quick sigh left your lips, and Tom turned his head to look at you, “Are they gone all day?”

“No, no. They just get out on the water for a bit before lunch. They help me sometimes, but today, I luckily have taller helper.” You teased.

“You forgot handsome too.”

You rolled your eyes, “Get in here and help me restock, Tourist.”

Tom flashed a cheeky smile then walked in behind toward the backroom with stacked boxes. Throughout the first hours of opening shop, Tom helped count the inventory while you helped some regular customers who strolled in at their usual times. He heard how helpful and sweet you were, mostly small talk with the older folks of the town, but you remembered each one of them. You asked how their families were doing, pets if they only had them, even mentioning goods they had asked if they could have specially delivered. You were on it.

As lunch rolled around, Tom stepped out on the back deck to watch the kids on the shore while you were inside making some sandwiches. Tom pulled out his phone, sitting on the stool by the corner of the deck and found Harrison’s contact.

You watched Tom outside, his eyebrows pushed together as he looked at his phone. It wasn’t easy not to ponder about who he could be talking to. Maybe some guy with a movie deal, some bombshell actress, just someone important with a lot of money. A switch went off in your brain to mind your business, trying not to care, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt that he lied in the first place. You almost nicked your finger with your knife out of anger.

“Hey mate, how’ve you been?” Harrison answered.

“Good, good. You?”

“Oh, no need to ask. I just landed in Paris for a fashion show. But, nothing compared to the middle of nowhere.” He jeered to his best-friend.

Tom chuckled, “I’m actually doing better than I thought I was. I truly thought I was going to get bored after one day and end up leaving without opening a bag but… it’s been nice and peaceful. The people here are great too… There’s this girl I met who’s been more than kind.” Tom trailed as he scratched his nail against the wood of the railing.

“A girl, huh?” Harrison smirked, “What’s her name?”

“Y/N. She lives across the lake and we met at this small shop she works at. I’m there right now.” Tom continued. 

His blonde friend smiled, “No way… are you really already falling for some small town girl, mate?”

“It’s not like that-”

“Does she know who you are?”

That was the question wasn’t it.

“Erm, no. No, actually. At least I lied about it.”

Harrison paused, “Wait. She didn’t know who you were? Do they not have internet there or something?” He asked, incredibly perplexed.

Tom hummed, “You’d think, but no. They do and she just… I don’t know. She’s not looking up drama, I guess. But, I don’t mind that she doesn’t know. It’s just a coincidence though, right?”

“I’d make sure she’s not some reporter or something. What if she just followed you up there or knew?”

“Okay, I don’t think she’s that devious, but… maybe, I’ll tell her. She’s a nice girl. It seems like she can keep a secret and won’t freak out or anything.” Tom suggested, looking out at the lake.

Suddenly, Tom heard, “There’s a kayak under the dock over there!” from one of the kids shouting by the shore.

Tom squinted his eyes, seeing the bright purple kayak across the way and lodged between two short beams.

“What was that?” Harrison asked.

“I gotta go, I’ll call you back.” Tom quickly said before hanging up.

As Tom got up, you were already by the kids as they pointed toward the kayak. You always told them to not venture that way so, you asked the oldest kid to accompany you to save it.

“Hey, Tom. If anyone comes in, just be by the register, okay?” You shouted.

“So does that mean I’m in charge?” He smiled, crossing his arms.

Some of the kids humored him with their small laughs.

You hummed, “Just go.”

Tom winked at you before walking back in, some of the kids giving you sly looks at his charming attitude toward you.

“New boyfriend?” One of the boys asked.

“Let’s go out there, now.” You chuckled, a bit heated in your face.

Frida, another resident of your small community, walked in and knew where she was going and what she was looking for. As she collected her items in her arms, Tom turned his head back and forth to see if you had miraculously come back. Sadly, he felt that he would have to take over even though you didn’t ask him to, but he didn’t want you losing some business.

As Frida walked to the counter, she seemed confused as Tom noticed her furrow eyebrows and he assumed she was looking for you.

Tom was a bit distressed but, nevertheless, he was here to help without any favor in return.

“Here, I can ring you up.” He said as he walked around the counter.

Tessa sat by his leg, glaring up at him as she watched her owner carefully scan the items from the customer’s bag. He surprised himself at how quick it was, but once he packed the two grocery bags, he entered the total number.

“That’ll be twenty-seven dollars even.” Tom flashed his cute smile.

The older woman, her eyes a bright blue, gave a grin back, “I’ve never seen you around here. Y/N is very particular about this store since her parents moved.” She said as she pulled out her money from her hand-made, thread wallet.

“Think of me as her backup. Last minute hire, if you will.” He replied.

She was amused by his humor, “Is she around?”

“We had a lost canoe incident so, she’s out there getting it.” Tom nodded his head toward the lake.

Frida squinted her eyes, “You look oddly familiar. What’s your name?”

Tom gulped, “Tom…” 

She smiled with revelation, “Are you the new boyfriend? She’s spoken about one once.”

He blushed, “Um, no, ma’am. Just a neighbor.”

Boyfriend? She has a boyfriend?, He thought. 

“Shoot. Well, nice to meet you, Tom. Tell Y/N I said hello.” She sweetly grinned, grabbing her bags.

Tom watched her leave then turned back, seeing you retrieved the lost kayak. All the kids share a cheer before you walk back in through the side door. You quickly washed your hands in the side bathroom, walking back out and Tom quickly turned away.

“Hey, anyone come in?” You asked.

Tom nodded, “Yeah, this one woman. She was nice. She uh- mentioned you had a boyfriend?”

You froze, but there was an explanation.

“That’s not… true.” You trailed.

“So, you do?”

“I don’t. Okay?”

Tom shrugged, “Well, I think you don’t sound confident in your answer.”

“Well, I’m not sure how it’s fair of you to pry when you didn’t even tell me who you really are.” You retorted.

[cjsinkythoughts]

Not Your Captain

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers!!!!! Lots of Angst in this one, guys, lotta feels, some Fluff to counterbalance it, but mostly Angst, Cursing

A/N: This is Part Two to my previous FATWS writing, His Only Contact. FATWS SERIES STERLIST HERE! This one is from Reader’s perspective and gives you a bit more about Reader’s backstory. There will be multiple parts coming out in the next day or two based just on this new episode because damn. It was loaded!  Due to this and my workload this past week, I haven’t been able to post the first chapter of my College!AU, Erased From the Stars, but I promise it’s coming! This’ll be my main focus for the weekend though! Expect more parts in the next 24 hours! I’ll be making a masterlist for this particular project in that time, too! Taglists are open! Please contact me if you want to be tagged! Thank you and please enjoy, loves! (Not beta’d, so sorry for mistakes!)

AGAIN: SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The moment you saw it on TV, you knew you had to get to Bucky. You weren’t planning on leaving until the next day, but there was no way you weren’t going. So you caught the first plane you could from the base you were staying at.

You’re feelings were all over the place. Steve had been your best friend for more than the past decade. You were the one there when he first woke up. You were the one to help him get situated. You were the one to help him whenever he needed, to go over to his little place in DC when he was having problems, like the time he thought he was having an asthma attack when it was an anxiety attack or when you had to help him find a new phone after he accidentally broke his.

You were that close to falling in love with him. But life went the other way and, in a weird twist of fate, almost as if the universe wanted to spare you of the heartbreak it knew would come if you gave your heart to the dashing captain, you ended up tripping over your own feet for someone else.

Someone you would never tell.

He was the last thing you had left of Steve and you couldn’t ruin that because of your stupid feelings. And you couldn’t ruin the relationship you had now because it was working. He trusted you, more than anyone else. He trusted you because Steve trusted you and you wouldn’t dare break that trust.

You just hoped, with everything going down in relation to the shield - to his legacy - that you’d be able to keep that promise you made to yourself.

You were in front of his door early in the morning - around four - hesitating to knock. It didn’t take long for him to respond the moment your fist did meet the door.

He looked…tired. You wished, oh how you wished, that you could do more. Anything more. He insisted you helped him plenty already; he claimed he never had nightmares when you were by his side. But it wasn’t enough. Not for what he’d been through. You felt as though you were merely putting a bandaid over a bullet wound.

His chocolate locks were short, above his ears. You could remember how hesitant yet eager he was about doing it. It was difficult to not cut his ear off because he kept moving in anticipation. You would know: you cut it. Those blue eyes that made you trip in the first place were outlined by thick lashes, dark ebony bags beneath them, making the azure pop. He was shirtless, as he usually was when sleeping (or at least trying to sleep), his dog tags resting against his sternum. 

You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. His eyes were bloodshot as if he was watching TV for too long and his hair was less messy than it would be if he actually slept.

The moment his eyes found yours, his plump, chapped lips turned up into the grin he reserved for you and he was pulling you in. Your reaction was instantaneous, your arms slipping around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder as he found home in the crook of your neck.

He was touch deprived. You knew this, but you never brought it up. Especially considering you were one of the only people he touched willingly. You didn’t want him thinking he was broken, more so than he thought he was already. And you definitely didn’t want to push him into fixing himself. So you didn’t tell him, even though you were pretty sure he knew, and you just let him take the lead. 

Sometimes it meant he grabbed your hand in large crowds, or tucked you under his arm when he was threatened. Other times it meant laying his head in your lap when he was tired late at night, or a soft hug in greeting.

Hands slowly tracing his spine, fingers dancing up and down his back, you gave a small smile when you felt him practically purring in your embrace. You could never decide if he was more puppy or kitten. You used to make jokes about the three of them, Steve, Bucky, and Sam, being like a puppy, kitten, and bird that you had to reluctantly pet sit for a friend. You would give almost anything to be joking around like that with them when you went to visit Bucky in Wakanda with Steve.

“Buck?”

He hummed. You didn’t want to pull back, you wanted to stay connected with him for as long as possible, but you had to talk. You didn’t want to talk about it, because that would make it more real, but you had to. You had to.

“Have you seen the news recently?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pulling down. “What happened? Is it Wanda?”

You looked down the hall, your lips pressed together tightly, before nodding inside. “We have to talk.”

He nodded, stepping back and pulling you inside. Seeing the makeshift bed on the floor against the far edge of the sofa made you inwardly sigh, but you didn’t say anything about it. Steve was the same way at first.

“Is she okay? Did you find her? Where-”

“It’s not Wanda.” Turning, you faced him, trying to control your own anger at the situation, knowing it wouldn’t help him any. “It’s…it’s about Steve.”

Those spectacularly blue eyes narrowed, bottom lip being sucked in between his teeth. “What about Steve?”

You gestured for him to come closer, holding out your hand in offering. He took it and followed you as you led him to the couch. A cleared throat and a deep breath later found you gently explaining what happened to him. That the government had taken back the shield and had given it to someone else. A ‘hero just for America’. A ‘new Captain America’.

You could see his features harden with every word, his jaw ticking dangerously, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. You squeezed his hand as you finished. “He’s got meetings and stuff with senators and governors. They’re taking him on a tour this week. They-they want me to meet him, considering I’m the last of the original seven. Active on Earth, at least.”

The tears that started forming in his eyes made you swallow your own emotions down thickly. He didn’t need your hatred of this wannabe to fuel his own. He needed your support and comfort. He needed to know you’d be by his side through this.

“Are you?”

You blinked, not expecting his first words to be that question. “Am I what?”

“Going to meet with him?”

“I-I…” You stopped talking, knowing that if you continued you’d end up ranting about how he wasn’t your captain. How he could never be your captain. Debating answers, you decided on a simple, blunt reply. “No.”

“Why…” 

Running your thumb over his knuckles, you leaned over slowly to press a chaste kiss to his bare skin and blood shoulder. “Take your time. Collect your thoughts.”

He responded to your words by taking a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut, his jaw so tight you feared he might chip his teeth. It was a tense minute before he said anything, the room being filled with his harsh breathing. “You said he gave them the shield.”

“What?”

“Yesterday. You told me he gave up the shield. They put it in the Smithsonian. But you just said they took it from him.”

“He did give it to them, but-”

“Why?” His eyes snapped open, his features twisting into ones of frustration and resentment. “Why’d he give it to them?”

You shook your head, knowing Sam didn’t mean for any of that to happen. He had called you a few weeks ago to ask about your opinion on the matter. You told him that Steve trusted him, and you trusted Steve, so if Sam thought that was the right thing to do…you trusted him. “It’s not Sam’s fault. Don’t be mad-”

“Don’t be mad?! Don’t be mad?!” Bucky shot up, ripping his hand away from yours, making you bite your lip and hang your head as he paced in front of you. “Steve gave it to him! And he just gives it away like he’s regifting a shitty frisbee as a Christmas present! And you don’t want me to be mad?! Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?!”

Cringing at the use of your name, which you rarely hear fall from his lips, especially in vexation like just then, you looked up at him, eyes pleading. “Bucky, I get it. I do. I’m mad, too. I’m-I’m furious. But you can’t blame Sam. Please. He just - he’s trying, Buck. Just like me. Just like you. We’re all trying.”

Bucky’s shoulders fell as he stared at you, eyes darting from feature to feature as he studied your face. Before you could say anything else, he was on the floor in front of you, in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed into your stomach.

You could tell he was holding something back - something big - but you wouldn’t push him. You never did. Displaying feelings was always hard for him, even in the early 1900’s; Steve used to tell you stories when you were looking for him after the fiasco in DC. Bucky grew up being the oldest of four and the only boy. On top of that, his best friend was a scrawny, stubborn, punching bag of a boy. According to Stevie, neither of them really learned how to cope or how to deal with feelings. And it showed. Boy, did it show.

Instead of getting on him and asking what was wrong and begging for him to talk to you, your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, as you sat back to make the position more comfortable for him.

“Stay with me. I need you.”

You leaned down to press a soft kiss to his head, nodding into his hair. “I’ll stay. For as long as you need me, Buckaroo.”

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[kaseyskat]

this is soooo stupidly self indulgent and out of character but. the hiatus is getting to me okay. 

~~~

it’s common, when all is settled and buried in the dust, for anne or sasha or both of them to hold marcy for extended periods of time. 

she never asks why. 

she doesn’t need to ask why; she knows, deep down, that they feared for her safety more than they blamed her for the events of amphibia. somehow, they both kept choosing her despite everything, and marcy may not completely understand why, she understands the intense desire to keep them close. she’s too selfish to push them away. 

she can’t complain. not when it means that sometimes, without warning, she’ll be engulfed in warm arms, pulled into a tight embrace. their hugs have always been tight and clingy, like they had been afraid of losing her from the very beginning, but they’ve only grown in intensity since then, becoming something that marcy couldn’t escape even if she wanted to.  

today, she is sitting in front of the tv, controller in hand. she could be sitting on the couch, but instead she’s sitting cross-legged, close enough to the tv that she can read the dialogue. she needs glasses, her sight has only gotten worse since coming home. sitting on the floor like this puts a ton of pressure on her back, but it’s a pain she’s learning to deal with for the sake of her game. 

she’s sitting in front of the tv when arms curl around her back, carefully avoiding the raised, lumpy skin that goes in a mostly-straight line down the middle of her spine to instead wrap around her shoulders. “you’ve been playing for awhile,” sasha murmurs, and she rests her head on marcy’s shoulder, draped across her. “what’s that game even about, anyways?” 

“it’s fire emblem,” marcy explains. “turn-based jrpg slash dating simulator. you’d probably like it, you get to be a commander of armies in this one.” 

“army commander,” sasha muses, “i do like the sound of that.” and now she’s lightly kissing at marcy’s neck, nuzzling into the joint where her neck meets her shoulders, and marcy shivers at the touch. it’s feather-light, because no matter how many times marcy says otherwise, sasha and anne both still treat her like she’s going to shatter into pieces if they aren’t careful with her– they aren’t wrong, but it still stings nonetheless. 

“sash-a,” she whines, squirming as sasha keeps pressing little kisses to her neck and the underside of her jaw, languid and slow. “do you want something? did i miss something here?” 

“what? i can’t kiss my partner when i want?” sasha teases. 

“no,” marcy deadpans. “you’re distracting me.” 

sasha groans, loud and dramatic and fake. “the despair,” she bemoans, clutching onto marcy’s shoulders a little tighter. “my girlfriend, betraying me for a video game. whatever will i do?” 

“dramatic,” marcy teases. “you can just ask me for attention, you know.” 

“oh, but this way is more fun.” sasha kisses her neck again, and marcy shudders at the feeling. “you’ve been playing for so long, today. come on, sweetheart, don’t you wanna stop now?” 

“oh my frog, you’re so needy.” marcy squirms, and she yelps when sasha nips at the exposed skin. “okay, okay, let me save, sashy-” 

sasha hardly relents, not until marcy’s saved her game and pressed the home button. as soon as the controller is set down, she’s being tugged backwards until she’s sitting directly in sasha’s lap, and sasha’s peppering her face with kisses, and marcy misses her game but she’d never trade this for the world. 

“are you two being gay without me?” anne’s voice comes from somewhere in the kitchen, and marcy tries to look over sasha’s shoulder but sasha tugs her down before she has the chance. 

“anne,” she does manage to call out, though, giggling when sasha kisses her nose. “anne, help, i’m under attack, anne-” 

“there’s no stopping sasha when she wants attention,” anne calls back, and she sounds fondly amused. “sorry marbles, you’re on your own.” 

marcy groans, but sasha’s arms tighten around her, and marcy would be lying if she said she didn’t feel safe here. safe and loved. she twists her body around so she can tuck her head into sasha’s chest, hiding away in her arms with flushed red skin as sasha just laughs and nuzzles into her hair. 

“yeah marshmallow,” sasha says into marcy’s hair, “you’re all mine now.” 

“what a terrible fate,” marcy whispers. 

eventually, anne does join them on the floor, with a plate of steaming cookies to boot. she curls around them, and adds her own kisses to the ones that sasha had left, and marcy has never felt so loved. 

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || His Girlfriend Doesn’t Like You [Request]

A/N: For reference the girlfriends name will be Areum. Also I kept them as just friends because I didn’t know if you wanted fluffy best friends or fluffy relationships so I hope this is okay! If not let me know!

CHAN: 

It was no secret to you that Chan's girlfriend didn't like you but the two of you were best friends, had been since he moved to Korea when he was younger and nothing was going to stop that. No matter how hard she tried, or at least, you thought it would never happen. 

"What's wrong?" You laughed looking at Chan as he walked into the studio you and Jisung were sitting inside of, immediately the atmosphere in the room changed and it suddenly felt like it was hard to breathe as he stared you down. 

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that Areum just came to me with a red cheek," You frowned shaking your head, clearly not following along with what he was trying to say to you but then she walked into the room. A red mark across her right cheek as she let out the fakest tears you'd ever seen, whimpering and sniffling as she pulled at Chan's sleeve. 

"Just take me home, I don't want to be here anymore," She pleaded, looking over at you and for a second you could see her smirking as she realised she was playing Chan like a violin. 

"You slapped her across the face, because...Because-" He stopped as he looked back at Areum, 

"Because I told her I was falling in love with you," You blinked as you stared at them, even Jisung was starstruck by what was being said. You'd been sitting with him for the last two hours waiting for Chan to come for some lunch, he would have seen you if you randomly decided to slap his bitch of a girlfriend. 

"I didn't slap her, why would I?" You scoffed looking at her and then to him, hoping he would see straight through her but as usual, he had his blinders on, where only she was right and everyone else was wrong. 

"I've been here the entire time, I haven't even seen her until now," You got up from the sofa trying to defend yourself but Areum flinched as dramatically as she could before cowering behind Chan who was red in the face. 

"I want you to leave," He spoke bluntly as he waited for you to leave the room but you were still standing there, 

"Chan...We're best friends, surely you don't believe I would do something like this?" You searched his eyes for any sign that he believed you, even a little but it was as if you didn't even know who he was anymore. 

"Why would you even slap her?! You know I'm in love with her," You knew he was which was why you stayed away from her, you didn't want to get in the way of their happiness. Seeing your best friend happy made you happy as an end result, 

"I would never-"

"STOP LYING TO ME!" He yelled out as you backed up, your mouth fell open as you couldn't believe Chan would ever raise his voice at you, or anyone, like that. It wasn't in his nature to scream and yell.

"Leave." He muttered calmly this time, you scoffed at him, getting your bag and turning to leave when Jisung got up from the sofa.

"Hyung!" Jisung tried to say something but you held your hand up to stop him, staring directly at Chan as you spoke to Jisung, 

"Don't. If he wants to believe someone over his best friend, let him. But he can't come crying to me when it all blows up in smoke," You grumbled, slamming the door as you made your way out of it not wanting to be around them any longer than you had to be. 

(X) 

Later in the night, there was a knocking on your apartment door, you knew it was Chan since he had text you that he wanted to talk to you but you ignored him but he was starting to get louder and you didn't want your neighbours complaining. 

"Finally came to your senses?" You questioned as you opened the door to see him sitting on the floor, he stared up at you nodding weakly. 

"Jisung told me that you'd been with him all morning," You nodded, folding your arms over your chest. 

"And it took you all day to come and see me?" He shook his head, stumbling to get up from the floor before he came face to face with you. 

"It took me all day to get her stuff out of the dorms, anyone who doesn't like or can't respect my best friend shouldn't be with me," He smiled at you that big cheesy grin that he normally did whenever he wanted you to forgive him for something he'd done, 

"You've never yelled like that before," You whispered as you moved aside, letting him into the apartment as a sign of peace. 

"I'm sorry...I saw the mark, I heard the story and I just-"

"It's fine, she was your girlfriend, you should have-" You sighed not believing you were saying this, 

"You should have believed her since she was your girlfriend," He smiled wrapping his arms around your shoulder, 

"I bought food but it's cold, I'll order some more, we can watch a movie..." You nodded at his suggestion and pushed the door shut behind you both, heading into your living area space. 

MINHO:

The boys had been acting weird around you for days and it was starting to freak you out, normally when they were being weird it was because they were planning to prank you or something but this time it was different. They were going out of their way to avoid you, purposively changing plans so they wouldn't have to hang out with you, that was until tonight when you caught them going out after they told you they felt too sick to go anywhere. You'd brought them some soup to the dorms when you saw them heading out, deciding you wanted to talk to them you asked Minho to explain everything.

"You've been acting so weird lately, did I do something to piss you off?" You asked as you pulled Minho into his dorm room, you wanted answers and you wanted them now, 

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend?!" You stared at him awkwardly shaking your head as you tried to think of what he was talking about, he never seemed to get this angry in the past whenever you were in a relationship only this time there was no relationship. 

"I'm not-"

"Save it! I know you're dating Felix so why don't you both stop acting as though you're not," You were even more confused at the mention of Felix's name, the two of you had been close but never the dating kind of close. 

"We're not dating-"

"Save it! I don't want to hear it! If you want to go behind my back and fuck my best friends you go ahead and do it, but don't come crawling to me when you're done," He looked at you with a disgusted look on his face that sent a shiver down your spine, he'd never looked at you that way before and you didn't like it, 

"Why would I date Felix and not tell you?" You laughed thinking this was all some kind of joke but Minho wasn't laughing, he had a straight look on his face as he shook his head. 

"Areum caught you together in the studio, you can both stop lying about it to my face." There it was. The name, she had been the reason things between you and Minho had been rocky for months, she was constantly pushing you out of his life so she could spend more time with him but bringing the rest of the boys into it only made your blood boil.

"You can't seriously believe her over me and Lix?" You questioned as he walked away from you, waiting for you to leave the room first but you stayed where you were, wanting to talk this all out with him.

"She's the only one being honest around here,"

"Why do you even care if I was dating Felix?! I thought friends were supposed to be happy for one another, support each other. I have ever since you got with the wicked bitch of the west," You snapped as you finally lost it with him, he pulled the door open with such force that it hit the wall making you jump. 

"Get. Out." You shook your head, sitting down on his bed so you could talk everything out but he didn't move. 

"Get out of the dorms. Don't ever speak to me again," You stared at him as he walked out of the room leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts. 

(X)

When Minho returned later that night he found you asleep on the sofa in one of his hoodies with the TV running, he turned it off before pulling a blanket over your body. 

"You're home," You whined, sitting up ready to talk to him about it calmly this time.

"I know you told me to get out but I didn't want to end our friendship on bad terms and I didn't want you and Felix to fight...There is nothing between me and Lix. Never has been, never will be-" You stopped talking when Minho wrapped his arm around your waist and laid down behind you on the sofa. 

"Shut up and go to sleep, Areum dropped herself into it," He mumbled as he pulled you closer to him, it was his way of admitting he was wrong without saying it aloud so you took it. Snuggling into your best friends arms and going to sleep for the night.

CHANGBIN:

"I bought snacks and dinner! Move over because the party is here!" You yelled out as you walked into the dorms to greet your best friend who was normally excited to see you but right now he looked beyond pissed off at something, 

"What happened? Jisung and Chan been bullying you all day?" You teased as you sat down beside him on the sofa, hand-feeding him a chip from the bag of fast food you had bought back with you but he ignored you.

"Binnie?" You frowned, waving a chip in front of his mouth but he continued to ignore you staring down in front of him as he was in deep concentration mode. 

"What's up with you?" You frowned, dropping the chip back into the bag and sitting back against the sofa, there was clearly something bothering him and you wanted to know what it was.

"Why have you been spreading rumours about Areum?" You frowned, Areum had been his girlfriend for the last six months but you'd never said anything bad about her or even to her, mostly because she hated you for being so close with Changbin. 

"Binnie, I don't even speak to her, I don't know anything about her to spread rumours about," You tried to defend yourself but he shook his head not wanting to hear your excuses about it as he got up from the sofa, 

"You've always had a problem with her, ever since we started dating! You've been so weird with her when she's been nothing but nice to you," You scoffed at the idea of her even acting remotely nice to you, if constantly throwing digs your way about the way you dressed and acted was nice you didn't want to know her. 

"Please, she's the one that's been nothing but mean since the day I met her, accusing me of being in love with you, calling me names whenever she gets the chance," You rolled your eyes as you got up from the sofa, standing face to face with your best friend. 

"She's been mean to you? I think you'll find it was the other way around, you're always trying to start fights with her, telling everyone that she's this petty girl that always yells at you when in reality it's the other way around." You couldn't stand to him anymore, hearing him take her side over yours after ten years of friendship, 

"I thought you believed me through everything, we're best friends."

"Not anymore, if you can't respect Areum then we're over, I want nothing more to do with you," It hurt more than you were expecting it to, like a stab in the chest as he stared at you blankly, looking into his eyes it felt cold and unwanted so you left the dorms, ignoring Jeongin he called your name out after passing him in the hallway. 

(X)

The more time passed with Areum the more Changbin began to notice her lies, they were painfully obvious and she kept forgetting her stories most of the time until he couldn't deal with it anymore and broke things off. 

"You know you have to forgive me sooner or later," He said as he slid you your favourite hot drink, he'd invited you out to one of your favourite coffee places as a way to say sorry for what he'd done to you. 

"I know, but until then I'm going to take all the free drinks I can," You mumbled, sipping on the drink before looking around the cafe, you hadn't been there since your fight, too scared you would accidentally walk into him and the dragon, 

"Does that mean you forgive me? If you say yes I will buy you food and drinks every day in this cafe for a month," 

"Bribery will get you everywhere," You smirked as took another drink from your cup.

HYUNJIN:

Waking up you rolled over to see Jeongin was passed out beside you, drool running down his cheek so you pushed him away and walked out into the dorms main seating area, Chan was awake on his laptop as usual and Felix was beside him playing some video game on the switch. 

"You stayed over?" Felix questioned looking up at you with a confused look on his face, you walked over to the fridge and took a drink from a carton of juice before going to sit next to him, tiredly laying your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, why? I always stay over on Friday nights. It's my hiking day with Hyunjin," You reminded him but Felix didn't look convinced as to why you were there, 

"I just meant...Well- Areum said he wasn't allowed to be around you anymore, so I figured you wouldn't-"

"She said what?" The door to Hyunjin's room opened and he came out into the living room tiredly, not noticing that you were sitting there until he sat down.

"You're not allowed to be around me?" You asked with a small laugh to your voice, the thought of not being allowed near your own best friend waking you up as you stared at him. 

"What? Y/n! I told you I was busy this weekend," He grumbled as he looked at his phone with a panicked look on his face, 

"You need to leave, now."

"Why? Is Areum coming over? What's her problem? I'm your best friend," You wanted him to see why you were upset about this, he was constantly ignoring you or putting off plans to be with her which you didn't mind since they were new to their relationship but stopping him from seeing you, was too far. 

"You used to be my best friend, look I can't get into this but you need to leave," You frowned wondering where this was all coming from where there was a knock at the door, 

"Hideout in Jeongin's room until we leave,"

"Why can't we be friends anymore, does she hate me that much?" You questioned but he ignored you, pulling you up and pushing you into the bedroom with Jeongin once again,

"Because she thinks I'm in love with you! I don't want her to think that, so we can't be friends." He was being an idiot, just because a guy and a girl were friends it didn't mean they were in love with each other, 

"Just explain to her-"

"No! Get a grip, we don't need to be friends anymore," He slammed the door leaving you with a scared looking Jeongin,

"Move over." You mumbled as you climbed back into the bed with him, you were close with all of the boys so this was nothing new, last night you'd slept beside Jeongin cause he was the only one home when you arrived. 

(X)

Yelling happened instantly since Areum could tell you'd been in the house, your shoes were all over the floor, your clothes were hanging on the coat peg so she knew you were there. 

"You can come out now," Hyunjin mumbled as he opened the door to Jeongin's room, the two of you had been hiding out in there ever since the shouting began, you didn't want to be the reason they fought but it was over you anyway. 

"She's gone?" Hyunjin nodded and you sighed going over to hug him softly, she'd been accusing him of cheating and lying to her throughout the relationship until it bubbled out that she was the one cheating on him instead, she thought he would do the same thing with you if he ever found out and she wanted you out. 

"She's an idiot if she doesn't realise how amazing you are," You whispered to him, trying to comfort him but he broke down into tears as he hugged you back it was going to be a weekend of making him feel better.

JISUNG:

Jisung had been acting insane for days and it was starting to get to you, he'd been ignoring you and if he wasn't ignoring you he was getting angry over nothing, snapping at you for stupid things that had nothing to do with him. 

"Why are you even here?!" He yelled when he walked into the dorms to see you sitting with Felix and Jeongin,

"Waiting for my turn, we were taking it in turns," You mumbled as you tried to concentrate on watching Felix beating Jeongin in a game of smash bros, 

"You're always following me around and it's freaking me out, don't you have any of your own friends to be hanging out with?" He snapped angrily as he looked at you, you frowned wondering where this was coming from all of a sudden. The two of you had been best friends for years but ever since he'd gotten with Areum he'd changed into a different person, especially towards you. 

"We're friends? We hang out?" You were even more confused as he snapped at you for something you were used to, the two of you used to be inseparable what was his problem?

"Yeah, friends, but you won't more don't you?" He scoffed as he stared at you, you could have sworn you saw a look of disgust flash across his face as he mentioned your crush on him. It wasn't true, Jisung was always like a brother to you there was never another way you could see him.

"I don't have a crush on you, you're like my brother," You stumbled over your words trying not to laugh at the accusation thinking it might hurt his feelings,

"Save it, Areum told me all about your little plan to split us up and it won't work, I'm in love with her," Of course, she had something to do with all of this, she had something to do with everything. You knew he was in love with her but how could he be so blind to her to see what she was doing to your friendship,

"If you could stop stalking me, being around me, clinging to me that would be great." He mocked laughing as he thought it was funny but the rest of the boys were staring at him in horror at the way he spoke to you, laughing at you even though he was supposed to one of your best friends. 

"What? She needs to realise there's never going to be anything between us," The emphasis he put on the "never" in his sentence would have hurt if you did have a crush on him but there was nothing there. 

"He's right, why would he want his best friend who's been there for him for almost everything in his life when he can have a cheap no-good, money stealing hoe around him all of the time," You knew it was wrong to take swings at Areum but you'd finally lost it, you grabbed your bag and began to leave. 

"I'm throwing out the money stealing hoe and keeping my girlfriend," The door slammed before he could finish his sentence but you stormed off, never wanting to speak to him again.

(X) 

It had been months since the incident at the dorms and you hadn't spoken a word to Jisung since you would go out of your way to avoid him and you wouldn't hang out with the guys if they were going to be with him. 

"You have to speak at some point," Minho said cockily as he watched you from the dorms kitchen, it was the winter break so most of the boys had gone home for the holidays except Minho, Felix and Chan so you decided to keep them company. 

"No, I don't. I am perfectly fine in my world without him, I don't know why I ever had a crush on him, he's a no-good-" You stopped speaking when the door to the dorms opened followed by the sound of Jisung's voice filling the air, 

"She's not at her apartment, her boss said she told her not to tell me where she is and now I'm-" Jisung stopped as he locked eyes with you for the first time in months, you gave him a small wave not knowing what else he wanted you to do in this situation but in the end, he sprinted over to you and pulled you into a tight embrace. 

"I missed you, I never should have listened to what Areum was saying, I should have just gone to you and asked you...I didn't need to be so rude about you having a crush on me," You began gasping for air as he tightened his grip before letting go of you, 

"I don't have a crush on you, it was a stupid thing she said to stop us hanging out so much." You said as you stepped away from him, he nodded his head, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I know, I spoke it out with the boys and tried to tell you but you ignored me for months,"

"Do you blame me?" You questioned as he shook his head, promising you that he would do anything to get your friendship back to the level it was at before Areum ruined it all.

FELIX: 

You had no idea what you had done wrong to Felix but clearly, it had to have been something bad for him and the rest of the boys to ignore you for months, you'd tried calling and texting but they never answered you, phones going straight to voicemail. In the end, you gave up trying to call him, if he really wanted your friendship to last he would make an effort, you moved on from things and tried to just do things on your own. 

"Y/n?" You glanced up from reading the bag of flour you had picked up to see Seungmin standing there with a giant smile on his face he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly. 

"Hey Seungmin," Your voice came out strained, confused as to why he'd ignored you and was now hugging you as he greeted you after so long, 

"We've missed you, where have you been? Felix has been going out of his mind, he said whenever he went to your apartment you were out?" You frowned, no one had been to your apartment, come to think of it Felix didn't even know your new address, you moved shortly before not being able to get hold of him and the boys.

"I tried to call you guys but you never answered, never replied to me texts," You explained to a very confused looking Seungmin who dug out his phone to show you that he hadn't gotten anything from you in months. 

"Just last week I text to tell you Happy Birthday..." You mumbled, taking out your phone to prove to him that you weren't going crazy and so he went through the contact, 

"You have me blocked, that's why...You couldn't call me." You frowned as Seungmin began mumbling about how he would never block you and then it hit you. The only other person with access to all their phones was Areum, Felix's girlfriend who had a disliking for you. Since she started dating Felix she made no attempt to hide the fact that she hated you, going out of her way to make it obvious but this was just a step too far. 

"Is Lix at the dorms?" You questioned, wanting to go there right away so you could straighten everything out between you and someone who used to be your best friend.

(X) 

"Why would Areum do something like that? Just admit you did it! Now you're doubling down on lies because you can't take responsibility for your actions," Felix yelled at you as he stood in the hallway of the dorms speaking with you, you'd tried to talk to him calmly about it but he started yelling from the start of things. 

"Why would I do something so stupid?! I loved hanging out with you and the guys, god I've been worried sick about you, I even created a twitter just to try and keep up with what was going on!" You yelled out, Felix knew how much you hated that app but he shook his head, nothing was going to make him believe his own girlfriend would go to the lengths of blocking your number in everyone's phone just to stop him from seeing you.

"You've just never liked her and can't stand to see me happy," You rolled your eyes at him not wanting to have a fight about someone you didn't care about, 

"You think I care about her? Do what you want, as long as I never have to be around her but don't you dare! Don't you dare blame me for something like this, I'm not the petty one here," You snapped, hanging Seungmin his bag of items you'd carried home from the car for him. 

"You're going to just walk away?!" Felix called out, you turned to look at him shrugging your shoulders, 

"What does it matter? You don't believe me, so why should I stay somewhere I'm not wanted?" 

(X) 

"She admitted to everything," Felix panted as he fell onto your bedroom floor, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. 

"Lix. It's 4 am." You mumbled shutting the window he'd just climbed through, you were on the second floor so he used the balcony below to climb up since he knew you would never open the front door. 

"I knew you wouldn't answer the door,"

"How did you get my address?" You mumbled climbing onto the bed to sit down as he sat up, 

"Seungmin noted it down when you took your shopping home with him earlier," You glared at your phone reminding yourself to kill Seungmin the next time you saw him, 

"Areum admitted to blocking your number...Move over," He shivered, getting under your covers as if nothing had happened, no friendship break and he was just here for a sleepover. 

"You think I'll forgive you this easily, for yelling at me." He shook his head at you, 

"No, but I'll annoy you into it anyway, so just go to sleep." He laughed softly knowing that you could never stay mad at him.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin was the type of best friend that would come to you whenever he had a problem, he would come to you for anything that was bothering him which was why he came to you when he first heard about what was going on between Areum and you. The two of you never got along, since she began dating him she would do anything in her power to make sure Seungmin would never be around you without her and when she was with you she would belittle you in front of him without him noticing what she was doing.

"This is going too far, the two of you are supposed to be adults and here you are acting like a child Y/n," You stared at Seungmin dumbfounded as you wondered what he was talking about, it wasn't until he showed you a phone with fake text messages from you that something clicked, 

"That's not me, I-"

"It has your name on it, why are you sending threatening messages to Areum? She's been trying so hard and you do this?" You stared from the screen and up to Seungmin, you could see why he would believe the fake screenshots since they looked so real but it wasn't since you and Areum never exchanged numbers with one another. 

"Why would I ever threaten her? I've been trying to, it's not my fault you only see her as the good guy when she's nothing but a bitch to me," You grumbled without thinking about it first but it was too late, the words were out in the open now and he was staring at you, with an angry look on his face. You'd never seen him look this angry until now, 

"Did you just call my girlfriend a bitch?" You sighed not wanting to turn this into a huge fight but it was out now, 

"Yes! You know what, I did because she is! Do you know how often she belittles me? Makes me feel so small and stupid? All of the time." You told him but he walked away, he ignored you as you continued to list all of the things she'd said and done to you over the course of them dating but he didn't want to hear it so he wouldn't. 

"You only see the good in her but she's always hurting me, always making snide remarks about me," Somewhere inside he knew you were right but he didn't want to believe it, he only wanted to believe Areum because he was hopelessly in love with her. 

"You're making it up," He shook his head but this time you weren't going to let the subject be dropped, it needed to be spoken about so she couldn't get away with it anymore.

"Why would I make something like that up? I know you're in love with her and I know this hurts to hear but she's a bitch, she's always doing it and not just to me but to the boys," Felix was standing in the hallway when he heard what was happening, 

"It's true, she's always making snide remarks about my freckles or Jeongin acting like a baby," You nodded and looked to Seungmin who wasn't saying a word, he just stormed out of the dorms slamming the door behind him as he left. 

(X) 

Hours later Seungmin came back into the dorms with a sad expression on his face and after knowing him for almost nine years you knew what that face was. 

"You ended things?" You whispered, putting down the uno cards so Felix couldn't see what you had and he nodded, 

"I-I'm sorry I didn't see what she was doing to you all before...You're  my best friends, you don't deserve that." He sighed, sitting down beside you as he felt stupid for believing her over you, 

"Don't, you were in love, it's hard to see sometimes when you're in love," You nudged him softly so he knew all was forgiven and then you let him take over for you in the game of Uno.

JEONGIN:

"So you just decided you didn't want to come to my wedding?!" Jeongin boomed out as he walked into the cafe where you worked, luckily it was almost empty besides for the two elderly women in the corner who seemed startled at the sudden yelling, 

"Well, hello Jeongin. Would you like a drink?" You asked sarcastically as he stormed over to the counter and began questioning you on why you hadn't responded to his texts, calls and voicemails about getting married.

"Okay calm down, A) I haven't had a call from you in about a week and B) You're getting married?!" He scoffed at you, 

"As if you didn't know, you've been ignoring me because I decided I wanted to Marry Areum right? She said you'd always hated her and you would never be happy for us," You were still trying to come to terms with the fact that your best friend was getting married and hadn't told you, or at least claimed that he had told you. 

"Jeongin, I haven't had any calls or texts from you for a week, you went off the grid. I assumed you were busy with a comeback," It wasn't unheard of for him to go radio silent whenever there was a comeback coming up, you understood and gave him the space he needed but this was insane. 

"Well I've been calling and texting," He pulled out his phone as proof but you shook your head, 

"That's not my number, someones changed the last four numbers..." You knew who it was but there was no way that Jeongin was going to think it was Areum, in his eyes she could do nothing wrong but in your eyes, she was a witch with a capital B instead of a W through and through.

"Oh-oH I might have done it by accident, I'm sorry I yelled." You shook your head, 

"Are you that naive? Clearly, you didn't accidentally change my number, someone who has access to your phone must have done it," You were trying to hint at the fact that it was Areum but he played the dumb card, breezing over it as he told you the exciting news again but you weren't excited for him. The thought of him marrying Areum sent a chill down your spine, she wasn't nice to anyone except Jeongin, in fact, Felix hated her from the start but never said anything since he never thought the relationship would last.

"Please, you're just jealous that I'm getting married while you're still alone." You dropped the mug you were holding and hot coffee splashed up your legs but you couldn't feel it, you were too busy staring at someone who was supposed to be your best friend.

"What did you just say?" He repeated it again but you shook your head at him, 

"Get out. I hope you're happy in your little bubble Jeongin I really do," You began pushing him toward the exit as he continued to hurl insults about you being jealous of him. 

"Don't worry dear, men like that always come to their senses in the end," The elderly lady commented as you began cleaning up. 

(X) 

Only he hadn't come to his senses, it had been nine months since the last time you spoke to him and through Felix, you learnt the relationship was strong and that they were going through with the wedding.

"Y/n?" You turned around in the cafe to see Jeongin standing there in his suit panting and sweating heavily, 

"Aren't you supposed to be getting married?" He walked up to you and shook his head, 

"I should have listened, I was...I was going to talk to her before we got-" He began breathing heavily so you took him over to a table and gave him some water, 

"She was telling her bridesmaids about how she'd gotten rid of you and how she was going to do the same with anyone who got too close...I should have listened to you," You knew right now was a bad time to tell him you told him so, so you kept your mouth shut. 

"I ran away from the wedding, told her I couldn't do it and ended things." You bit down on our lip feeling bad for him as he sipped on his water, 

"A relationship isn't worth it if I don't get to have my best friend at my side...So...Do I? Still have you by my side?" You smiled softly before nodding, 

"Always. I have some of your clothes at my place, use your key to get in." You said as you softly patted his back and got up to finish your shift. 

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Anklets and Necklaces

Inspired by this tweet.

@5-secondsofcolor I’m not sorry.

Female Reader insert. NSFW Content (18+). My smut writing is hella rusty. So I do apologize, whoops.

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Calum plays at the anklet, spinning it around and around her joint as her legs are crossed and resting in his lap. The gold jewellry is hardly ever taken off since he gave it to her. In return, she gifted him a chain with a tiny pendant with her initial etched into the back of it. The front of it is an arrowhead. He wears it so often now, that when it’s off, he feels a little incomplete. It’s an easy gesture to carry her everywhere with him.

“Okay we gotta decide what to eat for lunch like now or I’m going to get hangry,” she states.

Calum glances up from his phone, to see her still scrolling on hers. “Oh no. Not hangry,” he teases. But he knows she means it. Her warnings have about a thirty minute window, just enough for a delivery if they get something simple. Or if they want something more complicated, they need to find a snack now while the main course is cooking. “What do you want? Thai? Mexican?”

“Would you hate me if I said I really just wanted nuggets from McDonalds?”

The pout on her lips makes him laugh, “No, I could never. Usual then?”

“Yes, please.”

Stretching across the length of her, Calum pushes his lips together, trying to ask for a kiss. She laughs in return and squeezes his cheeks. “Be lucky you’re cute,” she states before lifting up slightly to meet his lips. “And squishy.”

“Ain’t nothing on me squishy,” he huffs, straightening back up to put her order into the app.

She sets her phone down on her stomach, gazing up over the sharp line of his jaw that his plump cheeks sit atop. And while it’d be easy to return with a poke and a verbal jab about his cheeks, she just watches him. His fingers deftly work over the screen. The white tank sits as a stark contrast to the depth and glow of his skin. “I think all the right things on you are squishy.”

“Yeah, what are those?”

“Your cheeks. And as much as you and your trainer kick your ass, I know happy weight when I see it.”

Calum grins, a chuckle shaking through him as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch--the order completed on his end. He pinches at her thighs. “Take that back.”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think I will. I like it--just like I like my cookies. Hard on the edges gooey in the middle.”

Standing for just a moment to let her legs fall onto the couch, Calum kneels onto the cushion, hovering above her. Her eyes glitter just a little as she talks and the soft easy smile on her face lets him know that it’s all out of love--what’s she’s saying. The pads of his fingers run along the side of her thigh. “Be lucky I love you.”

“I am already lucky, so say what you gotta say. Roast me, my love. It’s not like we don’t do that anyways.”

And truth be told, Calum had no response. Not when he looks at her, because God all he sees is the person that’s been with him on his bad mental days. She’s been there when Calum was sure there was no lower low or higher high. And what do you say to that person that’s been there, seen all of you that there is to see? With a gentle and chaste kiss, Calum settles for silence.

“Cat got your tongue now, huh?”

This--this Calum can respond too. It’s all too easy. “I know what else my tongue can have.”

“I know something your tongue can have too.”

“Really now?” Calum asks, dragging his fingers over the top of her thigh and tracing the line of her lounge shorts. “Food will be here in fifteen minutes though. So that’s up to you.”

“Not nearly enough time to savor it. Besides,” she starts and takes a pause. Her lips pull into a side smile and Calum knows what that means. One brow quirks in anticipation and Calum watches her. The silence settles for a little too long.

“Besides what?” he prompts again.

“Besides, I need the mail to be delivered first.”

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see later. I promise. It’s really not even supposed to be used for lingerie. But I’ve wanted these for a long time and I specifically have a set I’m trying to complete.”

There’s the black mesh set that she’s slowly been building out. The main piece came in weeks ago, at this point it might even be months ago that that came in. He was privy to it then and gave it the christening that it deserved. But there wasn’t any other lingerie set that needed expansion. Not at least to his recalling. “Which one is it?”

“I’m not saying.”

“Oh please,” he whines, dropping his head into her neck. His lips softly and slowly seal kisses into her warm skin.

“No, Calum. I’ve been waiting on this package for weeks. It got held up in customs and I-” she sighs at his lips sucking at her skin. Not hard enough to cause a bruise, but just enough to make her spine tingle. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Calum pushes up, with a huff, sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “This is killing me, you know?”

“Well, you ain’t dead yet. So I think you can tough it out for a little bit longer.”

“Begrudgingly--I want you to know that.”

She sits up, swinging her feet to the floor. “Your sacrifice will be duly noted. The mail will be here before you know it.” The couch releases her weight and Calum watches her pad into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” she calls.

“I’m good,” he returns, knowing that he will be counting down the seconds until the mail comes. She returns with a glass of water, sitting back down on the couch, but bringing her feet up underneath her as she motions to the TV. “You watching that?”

Calum answers with a shrug. He wasn’t anymore. He originally turned it on mostly for the weather and some news. He found himself bored and flipping through channels before settling on the sports channel while he took care of Duke in the morning. Noise to fill the space since his brain needed the distraction. He hadn’t slept all that great the last few nights, decent sleep. The closer and closer the band got to putting out music the more his nerves kicked in--sometimes they were sneaky. The nerves come up faster than Calum had anticipated. And right now, they won the first round. But Calum was working hard to combat them so he could get about his daily life.

“Go crazy,” he finally verbally responds. And she picks up the remote, changing channels too fast for Calum to even understand how you could process what was on before decking it was a no. She eventually settles for HGTV--not quite caring what show was on. 

The first knock that comes to the door is the food that Calum ordered for the two of them. He answers it, popping up in the hopes it’s the mail. When it’s not, he sighs just a little but places the bag down onto the coffee table. “Your nugs, my queen,” he teases.

“Thank you, my good sir,” she returns with a grin, opening before divvying out what is for who. “You wouldn’t have happened to shot up like a bat outta hell because you wanted that to be the mail?”

Calum feels the heat in his cheeks, but bumps her shoulder gently. “No, why would I ever want that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” she scoffs in return, dunking a nugget into the sweet and sour sauce. They share a soft bout of laughter before turning their gaze back to the TV. Duke’s paws click as he ventures into the kitchen for a drink of water from his bowl. The lapping and splash of his tongue echoing just slightly as the screen goes dark between the show and the commercial break.

Calum lifts his gaze, taking in the soft angle of her jaw. She curls up around the carton of fries, eyes glued to the screen. Does she even have the slightest clue what she does to him? It’s not even the involved things like dressing up for him, or comforting him. It’s just her, when she’s munching on fries. Or when she sleepily walks behind Duke in the mornings. It’s when she hums as she cooks. It’s the dancing she does when she’s cleaning. It’s the pouts when she messes up on something and her brow furrows in as the determination settles onto her face.

It’s when she fucked up a birthday cake for him once--not greasing the sides of the pan enough and then adding a tad too much milk--called him crying about it and then in a minute flat resolved to make him brownies instead. Because she said she’d be damned if she didn’t make him something sweet to nibble on or pass along to the guys. And Calum’s not even that much of a sweets guy, which she knew, so she only settled on giving him half the batch she made. She, of course, saved the other half for her and her friends.

And it’s just the moments that she’s not even trying that makes Calum melt. Like when she paints her nails, she offers to do his first. Or when she lays down next to Duke, and in their shared silence, they seem to communicate everything with each other.

“I love you,” he states.

She turns, eyes widening for a second before grinning around her sip of iced tea. “I love you.” Her brows furrow just a little. “You okay? You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“If you didn’t want McDonalds, I could’ve done something else. Literally anything else,” she continues on almost as if she hadn’t heard him.

“It’s not the food,” he giggles. Calum reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m okay.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“I just love you, that’s all. Wanted to share it with you.”

Her grin is soft as it lifts her lips. “Good because you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of getting rid of you.”

Another silence envelopes them. Calum finishes his food and takes the empty containers to the trash. Another episode starts up from the speakers and just above it, he hears the chime of his phone. “Do you want me to screen it for you?”

“Yes please!” If it’s one of the guys, they won’t mind her answering. If it’s someone important, he doesn’t want to miss the call.

“Calum’s phone,” she answers but he can already hear her feet shuffling to him in the kitchen. “Okay, Ash. I’ll keep that in mind.” Her voice comes closer and Calum shakes his hands just a little to get rid of the excess water before drying them. “No, I can’t say what it is without taking a look. Did you use the soil I recommended last time?” Another pause comes from her and when Calum turns, he finds her leaning up the kitchen counter, phone halfway pulled down but not fully away from her ear. “Yeah, I definitely think you should consider changing soils. But I can take a better look tomorrow for you. I’m going to pass along the phone now.”

She hands the phone over. “He said it was important.”

“Thank you,” Calum says in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then placing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Ash?”

Calum’s not even sure how long the conversation goes on. At first, it is important information that Ashton’s trying to confirm--a date and time for a meeting that they had later in the week. He says he wrote it down where he writes down all their meetings but it’s not there. And Ashton’s trying to make sure that he doesn’t miss it. So Calum shuffles to his office and verifies in his calendar the time for the meeting.

But then the conversation diverges--they start talking about everything and anything. So much so, they’re laughing. Calum doesn’t even hear the knock at the front door. But he does notice her scurrying off into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click. Duke comes trailing after her but notices the closer door and then keeps down the hall to the office. Calum reclines back in his seat trying to get another angle at the door. But it’s closed fully.

“You okay, gramps?” Calum asks Duke.

“Oh fuck off, mate!” Ashton laughs.

“Not you, you fucking egg. Duke--I was talking to Duke.”

“Oh!” Ashton giggles. “Sorry, I thought you was trying to talk shit.”

“I don’t have to try and do that to you.”

“Oi, don’t start something bro.” The two of them laugh and Calum bends down to scratch behind Duke’s ears. “Alright, thanks for confirming that meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow in the studio?”

“Yeah--bright and early. Talk to you later.” The call ends and when Calum spins around in his desk chair, his jaw drops as she steps out from the bedroom. It’s not exactly something new--as in something that she’s never worn before. But it doesn’t mean he ever gets tired of seeing her like this.

The white bustier pushes her breasts up and almost over the cups. And he travels the look down, taking in the baby blue skirt, fishnet knee highs. And he goes back up, taking in a black strap wrapping around her thighs. She notes the lustful gaze and steps right on the line of the threshold to the door.

“So,” Calum starts, trailing his gaze down and then back up to her face. “Not the black lingerie I was anticipating.”

“No, I’m waiting for the heels I want for that lingerie to go on sale. Besides, you didn’t like the collar I liked so I’m still searching.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It’s just too similar to one we already bought.”

“You’re right, but still.”

Calum cracks a smile at the reluctant confession. “But enough about that. This--this is a cute outfit.”

She nods, smoothing out the pleated mini skirt. “It’s less about the outfit and more about these,” she says, tapping at the thin black band.

“And those are?” Calum asks. It’s one step closer into the room and Calum think he can make out a heart shaped metal loop in the middle of it. She takes a second step closer and Calum can see clearly it’s some sort of thigh garter--leather or something related as the material. “Oh,” he breathes.

She continues slowly to approach Calum and when she’s just in arms reach, she lifts the skirt up. It goes up inch by inch and Calum’s entranced. Watching more of her thighs revealed to him. And soon it’s black panties--mesh and if Calum remembers correctly crotchless. But wrapped around her waist is another band of leather. Two pieces hook to another metal hoop right on her hip bones and then one trip connects the top piece to the bottom.

“A harness garter belt--what do you think?” she asks in a whisper.

Calum exhales, desire stirring in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around her thighs and pulling her into him. He kisses in the spaces between the leather, gingerly, lips hardly touching her skin. “I think you look beautiful,” he hums, dropping his head on his neck to look up at her.

Her eyes are still closed and Calum softly runs the tips of his fingers up her thigh, tracing the lines of the harness. With a deep exhale, she finally blinks back to reality. “Not too silly?”

His brows meet in the middle of his face. Why would she think it’s too silly? There’s nothing silly about her standing in front of him, clearly excited about her own purchase. “Angel--I’ll be damned if I ever think this is silly.”

Swinging her leg over and settling onto his lap, she grins. “Thank you, love.”

Calum holds onto her hips, rubbing his palms down to her ass. “So you said this technically isn’t lingerie?”

“No--I don’t think so. But I think they could be--a small accessory to something I already have.”

They share a kiss, much too quick for Calum’s liking so he pulls her back in for more. And her arms wind around his neck as he continues to palm her ass. Here, he doesn’t really care what it is technically or not. She looks absolutely amazing. “I like it. In fact,” Calum starts, moving to grip her thighs before housing them both up and then plopping her down on the desk. “I really like them.”

Calum stands between her legs, nose brushing and bumping against hers. Here, she can feel her core aching as Calum’s fingers trail closer and closer to her heat. It’s feather light--his touch, but it makes her feel electric all the same. “Cal,” she hums.

“Yes baby?”

There’s nothing that comes out of her mouth but a small huff, a rushed and harsh exhale at the feeling of his fingers dancing across her skin. He grins pulling back just a little to see the way her face goes slack, almost as if she’s at peace with him between her legs.

“Was there something you wanted to say, darlin’?” Calum tries again, taking just a half step back away from her.

With her eyes still closed, she smiles. “I want to know,” she starts, exhaling softly to counter the thud of her heart in her chest, “if you’d so kindly want to make love to me?”

Calum can’t help his own small tuft of laughter. “Darlin’, I’d do so happily.” They don’t always wind up in bed like this--but it’s nice, to be comfortable even to be this forward with this and this open.

Calum takes her hand as she hops down from the desk. “Give me a twirl,” he asks. She obliges, turning in a circle for Calum, punctuating the back view by lifting her skirt up. “Silly girl,” Calum laughs, giving a firm but playful tap to her ass.

Facing Calum again, she wraps her arms around his torso. “But you love it.”

“I do. I love you.”

They share another kiss and she slowly walks backwards out of the room. They get lost in each other--Calum in the way she fits against him and her in the way Calum holds her, palms spanning across her back and tight enough that she wonders if he thinks she’s going to disappear but gently enough at the same time that she’d love nothing more than staying here forever in his hold.

Calum finds the zipper to the top and slowly drags it down. The material exhales, slowly falling away from her body and when it falls to the floor, he kisses her neck, down to the swell of her breast. Her moans are soft, just above a hum that makes just enough noise for him to hear. And it goes right to his gut.

Here there's very little need for words. When Calum gives, she takes happily. But when she tugs at his hair, Calum knows to step back, lets her give something to him. Her kisses are soft against his skin, but make him feel like it’s being set on fire. One that he’d happily stay in, let the blaze consume every inch of him, if it meant that she was always the one to take him.

His shirt goes to join hers. Her mouth teases his nipples as she descends further down on him. Calum thinks he sighs, all he can do is just shut his eyes and let go into the feeling of her teasing the cut of his hips beneath the sweatpants. She’s always like this, teasing him. At first, it used to annoy him. But now he loves it, loves just how close she’s willing to push him to the edge, push his buttons but always delivering at the end of it.

Her meticulous work, to watch him jump at every scratch of her nails and nip of her teeth, is enjoyable. But Calum blinks open his eyes to cup her jaw, which stops her. When her gaze lifts, Calum motions for her to stand. “Yes?” she grins standing to her full height.

Calum presses their foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“Well how dare I keep a man like you waiting?” With a slow kiss, tongues just barely dancing, Calum walks the two of them to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of it and she buckles just a little. Calum catches her from falling. “Turn around,” he whispers into her ear, “please.”

The instruction is obeyed and she spins to face the bed. Calum finds the zipper to the powder blue skirt and almost doesn’t want to take it off her. In the end, he does-- Calum lets the skirt fall onto a pool at their feet. Without even prompting she falls to her hands, ass grinding against his hips. He traces her spine with the pads of his fingers, following all the way down, over the curve of her ass and down to the opening in the panties. His fingers gather a bit of her arousal.

“Oh,” he groans. “So wet for me,” he hums with approval.

“Always for you,” she sighs. Calum teases her clit--a featherlight touch as he dances over her core. She lets herself fall a little bit more into the mattress--another moan leaving her lips when Calum takes one finger down from her clit to teasing her entrance.

Calum pulls away, bring his wet fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “Taste just like heaven,” he hums. He gingerly guides her back to standing and uses her hips to get her to face him again.

More kisses are shared before they fall onto the mattress. Calum takes hold of one of the straps around her thigh and tugs her down, closer to him and she laughs. It gets caught off and morphed into a moan as Calum’s tongue licks a wide stripe up her. He’s careful of the mesh material of her panties, but knows that carefulness won’t last long. Not when her arousal coats his tongue. Not when her nails scratch over the muscles of his shoulders or tangle into the curls on his head.

She melts under the work of his mouth. The mattress merely becoming the vessel to hold the mess she’s bound to make and become. The room echoes the moans and slurps. Fingers gripping at the sheet, she chants Calum’s name. His tongue working magic over her core and just when she thinks she couldn’t possibly handle anything more, she notices the stretch at the addition of his fingers.

“Fuck,” she whines, lifiting one leg and he slips in even deeper, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spot.

Calum hungers for her pleasure--the high-pitched whine and groan as she releases. Some days it’s just the sound he needs to ground him. She gives short and breathless huffs, and quivers underneath him. “Gonna be a good girl?” Calum asks, fingers still pumping at her.

“Yes, oh yes, I will.”

“Gonna cum for me?”

“I want to, yes I’ll come for you. Make me your good girl.” Her voice sounds far away, as if she’s not fully cognizant of what she’s saying. Not quite babbling, but definitely talking so fast words bump into each other and slur together.

Calum grins, sucking at her clit again and she groans, head throwing back against the pillows. Her toes are curling--her whole body growing warmer with the passing second. The heat coils in her lower gut and she’s pleading. Though, she’s not sure who she is really meaning to plead to, but she wants to cum so badly.

Then it finally happens, one moment she’s sure she’s nearly in tears and the next, the coil snaps. She squeezes, hips raising off the bed and Calum continues to ride out her orgasm, gently pressing her back down into the bed. She hisses and starts to push at his shoulders, the signal that it’s too much. So Calum places one last kiss to her clit before pulling away from her glistening core.

Beneath him, eyes fluttering close, she looks angelic. Calum holds himself up above her and just watches the way she tries to collect her breath. “You’re beautiful, you know?” he whispers, not wanting to shatter the silence.

“No kidding?” she teases, winding her arms around his neck. The necklace dangles just a little in her face and she takes one hand to trace the chain. Hooking her fingers into it, she tugs Calum down to her. The taste of her arousal on Calum’s tongue makes her head spin. Calum caresses her side and stomach as the kiss deepens. Here is all they need--the soft and deep kisses, the moans that they swallow from each other.

Her hands leave from around his neck and begin to push down his sweatpants and underwear. And he lets her, even pulls back to kneel on his knees as she sits up. Their kiss hardly breaks and she’s quick to tug the cotton material down, hands wrapping around his length.

He groans at the squeeze--nothing too hard just enough pressure to make his whole body ignite. Her hand pumps him, once, then twice slowly and teasing him. “Baby,” he sighs, relishing the feeling of her hands working over him. The stay like that only for a minute or two before Calum pauses her to step down and full disrobe.

When he climbs back onto the bed, he crawls over her. “Welcome back, handsome,” she greets.

“Oh, it’s so good to be back,” he returns, grinning.

She runs her fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest, out of habit, out of something to ground her for a moment. There’s no way he’s real and it shouldn’t ever shock her like this. But sometimes it sneaks up on her and the realization of how madly in love she is with his man hits her all over again.

“What are you thinking about?” Calum asks.

“How much I love you,” she answers softly.

“I love you too,” he returns, bending down to kiss her. It’s soft and sweet--the kiss. For a moment, they just inhale the breaths of the other. It’s a tender moment, one that neither one wants to interrupt, so they let it linger, smiling at each other. She stretches up to kiss him, one hand trailing between their bodies and Calum catches the hint all too quickly when she traces along his length.

“I haven’t forgotten, love,” he exhales in a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I could never forget.” Once lined up, Calum’s slow to sink into her. One, he wants to drag this out, enjoy every inch of him that she grips of him. And two, because he wants to make sure that even in the lull that she’s ready to take him.

Her head falls back, hair pushing into the pillow and neck exposing itself to him. A tempting sight but Calum loses himself in the feeling of her wetness. He’s slow, pulling out just a bit before sinking further back into her. Her sighs and words of encouragement are soft from beneath him but they fuel him.

The pace quickens and both of them groan at the ecstasy. Out of reflex, she lifts one leg to readjust her hip flexor and Calum brings it up, resting her ankle on his shoulder. He kisses over the joint and the anklet, savoring just how much of her he can feel like this.

The chain dangles in her face, brushing in the valley of her breast and she revels in the feeling of Calum reaching the full depths of her body. She digs her nails into his flesh, more curses falling from her lip. But some of them get lost in the groans that win out. “God,” she huffs. “You’re everywhere.” And though it’s a bit of strain to get the words out because Calum’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips into hers, she pushes the words out.

“You always take me so well,” he praises, watching the way her face contorts. “Oh, so soon, love? You’re going to cum again for me so fucking soon, like a good girl.”

Her whine slips out first but she nods, feeling the coil tightening yet again in her lower abdomen. Her body is hot, and she can already feel the prickle of sweat on her forehead. “Please, baby, please,” she begs.

“As you wish,” he hums, his own orgasm approaching faster than he anticipated. His body humming as the warmth spreads. The bed rocks just a little, hitting the wall and the sounds echo around them as they sigh and moan to each other. But the only thing that really matters to them, is each other.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice straining as she orgasms. No noise comes from her, but her mouth opens like if she had the breath she’d definitely be screaming his name. This time the quakes last longer, her whole body shaking. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he hums, bumping his nose against her jaw, still riding through her orgasm.

“Shit, oh my god,” she shudders, wrapping her arms around his neck.

There’s a slight hiss when Calum moves again, and he kisses over her face, starting with her nose and then moving to her cheeks. Another quake takes her and Calum, not anticipating it, groans-- his orgasm now right on the edge. It won’t be much longer, but she nibbles at his earlobe. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Made me feel so fucking good. I want you to cum in me. So fucking deep,” she hums.

And while Calum’s trying to get his own rebuttal to the tip of his tongue, she squeezes around him. “Fuck,” he yelps just a little, his body erupting with his orgasm. His body shudders and he’s so blindsided by the feeling, his slips just a little, more of his weight settling onto her than usual.

She doesn’t say anything, just hums at the feeling of him succumbing to the pleasure. “Oh, that’s what I wanted,” she encourages. It leaves her throat like a purr and Calum shivers again at the sound.

They lay together, for a moment, her nails scratching lightly at the muscles in his back. Calum sinks into her, body going heavy. Her slight shift squeezes around him and he groans, sensitive. “Don’t--I can’t,” he laughs.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Even her own voice sounds heavy and slurred. She kisses his temple and Calum pushes up. He’s slow to pull out, enjoying the drips that follow of his own release spilling out of her. With one finger he gently scopes it back up and into her. The familiar twinge of desire pulls at his lower gut and it’s almost enough. She even shivers, but Calum watches the way her eyes stay closed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Sleepy now,” she returns.

“Let’s get cleaned up first and then we can nap.” His voice sounds farther away towards the end of the sentence and she assumes he went to the attached bathroom. The rush of water from the sink confirms it. Something wet and warm presses against her--no doubt Calum with a warm washcloth.

The clean up is swift as both of them share a shower and then under the sheets, they curl up around each other. Calum kisses the top of her head as she nuzzles in closely. “I want pancakes after our nap,” she mutters.

“I think we still have some blueberries.”

She pops up onto her elbow and grins a little. “It’s like you can read my mind.”

Calum laughs. “Maybe just a little bit.”

[loousir]

[Naga] Snake Bites

Naga Male x Bold (& kinda dense) Artist Male Reader

Syerca

Setting: Mostly a Naga's cave deep into a forest.

Warnings: Soft lime at the end (marking/mate), bad (was the first oneshot in the original book), slight mention of naga attacking reader

Masterlist

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The fall breeze blew gently, tossing some fallen leaves around some worn shoes. The man who wore said shoes brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen into his face. He stared out into the woods, eyes following a gorgeous path until it disappeared.

"Hope you don't plan on goin' out there, " An older resident said. They were at the edge of a small cabin town. Some houses we're newer than others but that didn't seem to bother anyone. The houses were decently spaced and it was pretty active for being where most elders come to retire.

The man shrugged at the other's comment and adjusted the large hiking bag on his shoulders. "You shouldn't. Most don't make it back." The other male rolled his eyes and looked back to the elder. "I'm well aware of what lurks out there." He turned away from the other and set out on the path.

The path almost instantly secluded anyone who walked it from the chaotic world around it. He examined the terrain and all it had to offer, collecting some things along the way. His side bag was full of odd rocks and a book that had some pressed foliage, now had ones he hadn't collected before.

The walk was peaceful. Birds chirping as the wind rustled the leaves. The path was mostly covered but the leaves caused rays of light to shine through, giving him inspiration. He eventually found a spot to rest and decided to paint the path he was walking. Once his bag was set down, he pulled out a roll of canvas and laid it as flat as he could.

There were some paints and brushes in a holder in the middle of the roll and he smiled softly as he picked them up. He opened the bag and pulled out what he thought he needed as well as a small jar that held water to clean the brushes.

Close to 30 minutes had passed when he got a slight chill down his spine. He paused his painting and looked around. His eyes only saw the woods so he somewhat hesitantly went back to painting. After another 40-ish minutes passed, he finished his first of few paintings.

Luckily, the breeze dried his paints quicker than he had anticipated. He very carefully added a few layers of a sealant he had and let it dry. The same chill from earlier came around again but it was a bit more intense. He looked around as he finished cleaning and putting things away, noticing something in the distance.

Whatever he was looking at disappeared and he sighed as the now dry canvas was gently rolled and placed back onto the bag. He stood up, stretched, and continued his mostly peaceful walk, forgetting what he had seen earlier.

Some hours had passed, his periodic breaks allowing him to gain inspiration for future paintings. It was just after noon when he decided to make his own path. He pulled out a book and wrote directions so he could find his way back. In the process of creating his own path, he stumbled upon one of the most stunning places he'd ever seen.

It was a small, oasis-like area that had a magical feel to it. He stopped what he was doing and found the perfect spot to paint the scene in front of him.

While he painted, some birds had visited him and even a small snake had managed to befriend him and his paints. The snake had coiled gently around his wrist while he worked which made him smile.

The man had sat and painted the space for another 2 hours, finishing at around 2 o'clock. His (e/c) eyes looked up to the sky and he sighed, sealing his now finished work before packing everything away.

The snake was still on his wrist, not even bothering to leave so he just dealt with it. He continued on his own path for another hour. It was still fairly bright when he found himself at the entrance of a cave.

The small snake uncoiled itself and slid into a pocket on his cloak. The cave went deeper but he was cool with not going into it since he was going to leave soon anyway.

He stayed at the entrance and found a nice area to sit and relax, maybe get another painting done of what the cave looked like. It was gorgeous after all, nature framed the entrance perfectly, leaving some vines to hang down, moss covers rocks and small fungi scattered every so often.

He decided on just relaxing as he set his stuff down and leaned against a wall.

Soon enough, he had dozed off into his dreamland.

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I ssswear I'll kill that woman...

Ssshe won't leave me alone...

The large, gorgeous albino Naga slithered through the leaves, carefully making his way to his home. He had noticed some newer prints, clearly from something with two legs, but he didn't pay too much mind to them.

He reached the cave and sighed as he entered. Bright blue eyes scanned the area and his heart sank to his stomach when he saw a (tall/short/avg) man with (h/l) (h/c) hair leaning against the wall.

Pleassse dear godsss tell me he iss alive...

He quickly made his way to the motionless body, not noticing said body's items not too far away.

If ssshe killed another human to try to pleasse me... I ssswear...

As he was lost in thought, the other stirred thanks to his intense staring and slightly heavy breathing. The human yawned and stretched his back slightly as he looked up to the Naga with a slightly annoyed expression.

"Is there something you need?"

The Naga jumped slightly and stared down at him with shock but also joy, happy he wasn't dead.

"I apologize... I wasss afraid you had passsed..."

The Naga paused for a moment while the other rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Wait... You aren't... Afraid of me?"

The (h/c) shook his head and looked up to him again. "If you don't mind, I would like to take my leave." He said placing his hands on the ground in preparation to stand. The Naga stood speechless, staring at the smaller human sitting in front of him.

"Can you move please?"

With a nod and small apology, the Naga moved away from the male who carefully stood and stretched his limbs.

The white and yellow snake watched as the other took out a small pocket watch, that the small snake from earlier was now holding on to, and checked the time. "When the hell did I get so late..." The man mumbled to himself. The time read 8:11 and judging by the lack of light it was night time. He slipped the watch and snake back onto his pocket.

"Well, I better get going." He said grabbing his bag and putting over his shoulder. The Naga still stood, watching as the male walked to the mouth of the cave.

"W-wait!"

He looked back to see that the other had slithered closer and held a worried look on his face. "P-please don't leave! Y-you can't!"

"Oh yeah, and whys that?"

"I would rather not find sssuch a beautiful man ssslaughtered on my cave-step in the morning..."

Said beautiful man turned to look at him, slightly shocked at the statement.

"Pleassse just ssstay with me till the morning and I'll essscort you back to the village..." He looked frantic and genuinely seemed like he cared.

With a sigh, the other looked to the pleading blue eyes and said, "I don't bunk with strangers. I'll be fine." He turned and walked out of the cave, leaving the Naga shocked and frozen.

"Wait! I'm ssserious! Pleassse!" He followed after the human and froze once again when he saw him pinned by the she-devil herself. His bag had been tossed to the side, most of the contents falling out. She had him wrapped in her tail and smiled as he struggled to get free.

His shy demeanor had dissipated rather quickly. The small snake had gotten out of the other's pocket and hid in the nearly empty bag.

He suddenly lunged towards the woman he hated so much. She clearly hadn't noticed him before then and threw the human off to the side, his body slamming into a tree. The two of them fought as the one tossed aside slowly passed out, struggling to stay awake.

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Soft hands gently rubbed his back as he awoke again. His (e/c) eyes looked around the best the could but they didn't see much other than a wall. His whole body was sore but those hands were working wonders. The room was warm and whatever he was laying on was extremely comfortable. He closed his eyes and let out a pleased groan.

The hands froze and pulled away quickly, making him turn his head the other way. A set of bright blue eyes were staring with surprise that the male was awake. "H-hello there..." The human smirked and slowly blinked, "Hey sexy, why'd ya stop?"

The blonde blushed and looked away. "I dessspissse that remedy ssso much..." He mumbled as his hands carefully went back to massaging. "Mmm... I'm soooo tired... Will you cuddle with me?"

"No... Just go back to sssleep human..."

"Mm... Oh-kay."

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A soft warm light lit the room, if you could really call it a room. A rather noisy yawn resonated from a still fairly sore male. He carefully stretched and sat up, almost instantly laying back down.

"Fuuck me..."

His hand fell from what he now knows as a large hammock. Soft locks brushed against his fingers and without thinking he gently combed them, enjoying the soft and cool feeling on his slightly rough hands. The owner of said locks leaned into the hand, clearly not realizing whose hand it was.

The two enjoyed each other for a moment before the blonde realized the situation. He pulled away and sat up, looking at the still sleepy human in his bed. "Are you feeling better? Do you need anything?" He asked leaning in slightly.

"Something to drink, and maybe a name?" The Naga nodded and got a cup of water first. He sat up in the hammock carefully and crossed his legs slightly. Looking around, the room was neat yet cluttered with various items. He spot his stuff and cautiously, yet somewhat reluctantly, left the hammock to inspect them.

He sat on the large plush rug and rummaged through his own things, glad to see that everything he had was still there. Other than his canvas. He panicked slightly and looked around, immediately regretting the sudden movement.

Laying back, he closed his eyes and sighed. Mr. Naga came back and looked at the other on the ground. He hovered over him slightly till he opened his eyes. "Here, it'sss fresh ssspring water."

"Thank you." He said carefully sitting up and drinking what he was given.

"My name is Sssyerca." The other nodded. "(Y/n). Do you happen to know where my canvas is at Sssyerca?" He asked mimicking the way the other said it. Syerca blushed and nodded, moving over to a small table to grab it. (Y/n) stood up carefully from the floor and followed him to said table.

There was a large couch, clearly made for the naga, that (Y/n) sat on. Syerca sat next to him, and (Y/n) leaned on him, closing his eyes as he took in the snakes, surprising, warmth. Said snake blushed and looked down to the (h/c). He gently took the cup from (Y/n)'s hand and set it on the table.

"I hope you don't mind that I may have looked at your paintingsss..." (Y/n) shrugged and looked up to Syerca, one eye pressed against his side. "Are they ok? Physically?"

"Ah, yesss! They're fine. And quite beautiful if I might sssay..." Syerca said with a soft tone. (Y/n) smiled and looked down to the rolled canvas. He stood up and Syerca watched as he stood on the opposite side of the table. "Lie on the couch and get comfortable. Let me grab something real quick." He said walking over to his bag and rummaging around for a moment.

Syerca hesitantly did as the painter asked and made himself comfortable on the couch. (Y/n) found all of the supplies he needed and set them on the floor next to the table before sitting on his knees. "May I make a request?" He asked looking up to Syerca. The Naga nodded as he watched (Y/n) unroll the canvas. "Look cute and don't move till I say you can." Syerca blushed and adjusted slightly so that he was looking at the other.

(Y/n) started to put blobs of color onto the canvas. Syerca watched as the soft yellows and whites turned into his tail, then tans to his chest, and so on till it had gotten to his head, his face still not painted.

It had been close to 2 hours by that point but neither had seemed to notice the time go by due to being entranced by the painting. "Syerca. Could you look at me? Don't look at the painting." (Y/n) said, starting at the other's eyes. He blushed softly and looked into (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes.

Syerca took this opportunity to examine the human closely. His (e/c) eyes we're soft yet focused, while his (h/style) (h/c) hair moved slightly with his gentle head movements. He blushed and bit his lip slightly as he looked at his lips. They were a soft pink color and we're parted slightly as he worked, the occasional blep happening due to his focus.

Many minutes had passed before (Y/n) looked up and said. "Alright. You can move again." Syerca snapped out of his trance and looked down to the canvas. (Y/n) cleaned up as Syerca turned the canvas to look at properly. His eyes shined as he looked at it closer. "The amount of detail iss amazing..." (Y/n) looked up and smiled. "You can have it if you want it. I'll put it on a frame and sign it if you do." He said with a small laugh.

Syerca looked up as his eyes widened slightly. "Really? That would be lovely..." (Y/n) nodded and said, "I'll have to head back to my home though. If you'd be willing to come with me I could do it today." He went to get his pocket watch to check the time when he heard Syerca get off the couch. (Y/n) though nothing of it but tensed when he was hugged from behind.

He turned his head slightly to look at Syerca who buried his face into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck. "Uh... What are you doing that for?" The other stayed silent for a moment before responding. "I know thisss is extremely sssudden... But... Would you be willing to become my mate?"

"... What would be in it for me?" (Y/n) asked looking to Syerca who pulled away. "Protection from any other Naga, free-range of my territory... It will finally let me rid thisss world of that vile woman that attacked you..." He said mumbling the last part. His eyes looked to (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes and the other said,

"So you wanna be my boyfriend?"

Syerca was quiet before he broke out in laughter, his eyes closing as he did. "Yesss... I-if that'sss what humansss call... Call matesss." (Y/n) looked up and shrugged. "Ok. I'm single anyway." Syerca smiled and hugged him, gently pressing their foreheads together. "Would it be ok for me to mark you?" He asked quietly, looking into (Y/n)'s eyes.

"I-I don't know what that entails but um... Sure..." (Y/n) gently wrapped his arms around Syerca's bare torso. He gently rubbed the others back. It was smooth but the occasional line like bump came up, telling there was a scar there. Syerca leaned down to (Y/n)'s neck and placed soft kisses under his jaw. (Y/n) gasped and shivered, slightly tightening his grip on the male, not expecting what he did.

Syerca continued to kiss before mumbling, "Sssorry... But thisss might hurt..." (Y/n) was about to speak up but Syerca bit down on his neck, his canines sinking in. (Y/n) gasped and let out a small moan of pain as he hugged him. Syerca pulled away slightly and licked the spot where he bit. It left a tingling sensation behind and (Y/n) felt a bit weak after.

"Are you ok..? The mark will tell that your claimed... My ssscent will remain and only be picked up by other naga..." He gently brushed (Y/n)'s hair back. "I wish you told me that's what you were going to do..." Syerca looked away and sighed, "I didn't think you would allow me if I told you."

(Y/n) looked up to him and moved his hands from the others back to his cheeks. He gently rubbed them with his thumbs. Syerca smiled and (Y/n) smiled too. His thumbs gently rubbed over Syerca's lips, they were thin but still nice. Syerca smiled more and stuck his tongue out, showing it's slit. "I don't know what's in that... Saliva of yours but it made me feel pretty good."

Syerca moved (Y/n)'s hands from his face and interlocked their fingers. "Also what's with you and making me feel good?" He asked, resting his face on Syercas chest. "I apologize... But... Thank you for letting me... M-mark you." (Y/n) pulled away and looked up to the others eyes. "Let's get to know each other before we call it official though." Syerca nodded and rested his forehead against (Y/n)'s.

"I'll take you back to your village a little later. For now, let'sss get to know each other... Like you sssuggested..."

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[ghostoflinny]

Teach Me (Ginny Weasley x Luna Lovegood)

Warning: smut and swearing

Pairing: Ginny Weasley x Luna Lovegood

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38022727

Find my other stories in my pinned masterpost!

~~~ Luna is sitting cross legged on the floor as she’s looking at herself in the mirror when Ginny comes walking in. Her gaze lands on Luna whose shoulders were hanging a little, a slight pout on her face and a sad look in her eyes.

‘What’s going on?’ Ginny asks.

‘Can I ask you a question?’ Luna looks at Ginny in the mirror, she nods. ‘I have heard you during the nights. Those nights that you bring people home. Well, I mostly heard them during those nights. And I always wondered-’ Luna falls silent as she studies herself in the mirror again. ‘I just- I don’t know what to do.’ She gestures to herself. ‘I want you to teach me what to do to satisfy.’

When she looks back up again into Ginny’s eyes, they are determined and bright. Ginny’s eyebrows are raised in surprise and for a moment she just stands there with her bag in her hands, not sure what to say to Luna. Sure they had shared their intimate moments, they kissed after way too many fire whiskeys, but Luna had never asked her to go further and Ginny never did. But here she was, her long blonde hair spread out over her back and in front of her, sat in her lingerie in front of the mirror, asking Ginny to teach her what to do to satisfy herself.

‘Are you sure?’ Ginny asks her as she puts her bag down and takes off her coat.

‘I want to scream the way that you make those other women scream,’ Luna whispers and Ginny shudders at the fire in her eyes.

‘Then let me show you what to do,’ Ginny whispers, kicking off her shoes and she takes place behind Luna who tries to look back at her. Ginny gently takes her chin in her hand and directs her eyes back to the mirror. ‘I want you to watch closely.’

She can hear Luna’s breathing hitch when she brushes the blonde hair away from her bare shoulder, exposing her neck. Ginny leans in, letting her nose tickle the bare skin before placing soft kisses from her shoulder to her neck and her earlobe. Her fingertips are roaming Luna’s body in a light featherly way. She notices Luna closing her eyes under her touch.

‘Open your eyes for me, love.’ She whispers in Luna’s ear and she can feel a shiver go down the blonde’s spine before she opens her eyes again.

Ginny can see the need and hunger in there, it’s something she has not seen before in her friend’s eyes but it sure does turn her on. She takes one of Luna’s hands and takes her index and middle finger in her mouth, wetting them with her tongue as Luna’s eyes grow wide. Her chest is rapidly going up and down as she spreads her legs wide in front of her.

‘Good girl,’ Ginny says as she teases the skin on her inner thigh with her free hands before guiding Luna’s hand down to her own heat. ‘Start gentle.’ Ginny explains as she guides the two fingers to clit. ‘Don’t just massage that spot but all around it. Sometimes it’s best to move back and forth than go in directly on your clit.’

Luna bites down onto her bottom lip as a pleasant sensation overcomes her entire body and mind. She can immediately feel her body responding, asking for more more more. Ginny guides Luna’s other hand to her breast, kneading them, teasing her nipple. A moan escapes Luna’s lips and she feels a blush creep up on her face at the sound.

‘Don’t be shy. I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you moan,’ Ginny says as she traces kisses from her shoulder to her neck again, sucking in the skin for a moment. ‘It is like a fucking melody.’

She guides Luna to speed up the tempo of her fingers as Ginny’s other hand is now roaming over the rest of her body. Moans roll off Luna’s lips in a faster tempo now that she let go of every bit of shame or self consciousness. She can feel her body shiver against Ginny’s and all she wants is to have her hands all over her body. Wants her to not stop and take her to the edge.

‘Ginny,’ Luna whimpers, throwing her head back onto Ginny’s shoulder. ‘Please.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Ginny whispers in her ear. ‘I’ll take care of you.’

She carefully lets go of Luna’s hand, placing it on her other breast before guiding her own hand toward Luna’s heat. She massages her clit and the area around it until she can feel Luna’s back arching and see her toes curling. She reduces pressure on her fingers and a soft whine comes from Luna’s lips at that, making Ginny giggle. Her breath is causing Luna’s skin to show goosebumps all over.

She takes hold of Luna’s hair and pulls her head slightly to the side, she lets her lips brush the skin of Luna’s neck to her shoulders and back again. She bites on Luna’s earlobe, sucking it in and she can feel Luna’s grip on her thighs tighten.

‘Do you want me to make you scream the way I make all those other women scream?’ she whispers in the blonde’s ear. Luna nods, she’s desperate, she’s needy and Ginny loves to see it. ‘I want you to watch yourself as I’m making you come. I’m going to teach you how to do it.’

She meets Luna’s eyes in the mirror as she lets her hands go from Luna’s shoulders to her breasts, she plays with her hardened nipples and the blonde’s mouth opens in a beautiful ‘o’. Her fingertips brush down her stomach to the insides of her thighs before making their way back to her clit again. Ginny knows Luna’s not used to a lot yet, not like the women she has been with before. As she speeds up again she can feel Luna’s fingernails dig into her thighs and her breathing quickening.

‘Let it go,’ she whispers gently in Luna’s ears. ‘Don’t hold yourself back. Let yourself go.’

And so Luna does. Ginny’s name rolls off her lips as she arches her back, her head on Ginny’s shoulder. Ginny softly strokes her hair with her free hand as Luna comes back down from her high, panting as she has her eyes closed. Ginny wraps her arms around Luna’s waist as she pulls her closer, kissing her shoulder as she watches the blonde lay back into her embrace with her eyes still closed.

‘How are you feeling?’ Ginny asks, suddenly feeling worried that she might have done something wrong. Which confuses her because she is never worried when it comes to this, she’s confident and sure of herself when it comes to her sexuality. But not with Luna.

Luna’s eyes meet hers and a smirk forms on her lips and Ginny can breathe again. ‘Satisfied. Ready for another lesson.’