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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Cherry.

Synopsis - The lines of friendship get a little blurry, one unassuming Friday night in December.

Pairing - Bestfriend!Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. steve's got an ego, but for good reason.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 2k

Author's Note - hi lovelies!! my first steve fic!! listen, I actually really didn't enjoy stranger things, but... I love this man. he's charming and he's a softie and he's such a good character to write. hope you enjoy this - it's got me all warm and fuzzy. please feel free to send me a christmas request if you fancy, I'm in the mood to write some seasonal fics. much love, always!! <3

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Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Masterlist. Inbox. The Moodboard. Series Masterlist.

Three rocks ping off the panes of your bedroom window in quick succession.

You're applying your moisturiser in the mirror, winding down and almost ready for bed. Your reflection is illuminated by a faint glow from the fairy lights you've draped over the headboard for the festive season, warm and comforting. A soft, jazzy melody is drifting from the radio softly, a welcome noise to break up the silence.

Another rock hits your window.

You fly out of your seat and towards the source of the trouble, worried that he's going to throw one too hard one of these days.

"Steve," you hiss as you yank it open. "Cut it out. Just come through the door."

"Where's the fun in that?" he chuckles, eyes rife with mischief.

You roll your eyes but step back anyway, making room for him to climb the tree and dive through the window into your room.

"Hi, sugar."

"Hi, Steven."

He grins at you, bright and awake despite the late hour.

"Don't you have better plans on a Friday night, King Steve?"

"And miss out on seeing you in your little pink pyjamas? Absolutely not."

You shove at his chest, smacking him upside the head for good measure. He feigns pain and wraps his arms around your middle, picking you up off the ground and spinning you in circles. You shriek, and the sound makes him laugh.

"Okay, okay! I'm dizzy! Put me down!"

He obliges by throwing you unceremoniously onto your bed, smirking when you almost bounce off it.

"So," he begins, sitting down across from you. "How was it? Do you feel like a whole new woman?"

You scoff.

"What? That bad?"

"Yeah, that bad. We didn't even do it."

He quirks a brow in curiosity, tilting his head to look at you.

"I thought tonight was the big night?"

"Yeah, it was supposed to be. But he was kissing me, and it just didn't feel... right? He started grabbing at me and I realised that you can only lose your virginity once - and that definitely wasn't how I wanted to lose mine."

You shrug, trying to play indifference, but Steve can see the hurt in your eyes.

"You always deserved so much better than him."

"Thanks, Steve."

"Come on, Cherry. The guy is an asshole who happens to be attractive. His face is the only thing he's got going for him."

The mention of your childhood nickname has memories of fruit flavoured popsicles on summer days flooding back. Laughter by the pool, pushing Steve in and screeching when he dragged you with him, staying out in the sun until you were both exhausted. Cherry. You've always been Steve's Cherry, for as long as you can remember. You still wear the lip balm he bought you last year, fitting for your moniker.

"You didn't like him from the start. Actually, you've never liked any guy that has ever liked me."

"Because they're not good enough for you."

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"And you're the boss of me and my love life now?"

"I'm the person that knows you better than anyone in the entire world. I think I have a pretty good view on things."

You huff, but accept your defeat in knowing that he's right. No one knows you like him. Steve always does this. He pisses you off, but makes you love him a tiny bit more each time.

He grabs your foot from the bed, pressing his thumbs into your sole. You relax instantly, tired of half arguing with him.

"I give up."

"With what?"

"Dating. Fuck it."

He chuckles, rubbing soothing patterns into your ankle gently.

"You've barely even started."

"Ooo, sorry Mr Womaniser."

"Stop it," he chides, pinching your calf. "Maybe The One for you just isn't in Hawkins. This place has always been too small for us anyway."

"Yeah, maybe. It'll all change when we go to college, hopefully."

"Exactly. It'll be a whole different ball game. There'll be tonnes of hot guys begging for your attention."

"And you'll be fighting them off."

"Yes I will."

You laugh, poking him in the chest with your foot teasingly.

"And maybe the college guys will actually know what they're doing in bed."

"Hey, some of us do know!"

"Yeah yeah, Steve's good in bed. I've heard it all before."

"Don't be jealous, Cherry baby."

"Jealous isn't quite the word I'd use."

"No?"

He drops your foot and scoots closer, settling in between your parted legs.

"You're not even a little bit curious what all the rumours are about?"

"Steve," you laugh. "I think they're probably just exactly that. Rumours."

He inches in towards you, so his forehead is almost touching yours. Running his fingers up and down the outside of your thigh, he takes a deep breath in.

"You should let me show you just how much I know. We're not all clueless, Cherry. I'm confident I could make you feel good."

You exhale with a shudder.

"I'm not letting you take my virginity, Steve."

"I don't want to. There's a thousand ways I can make your legs shake without fucking you, baby."

You stare into his big doe eyes, admiring the way a single strand of hair has fallen across his forehead. You look for a shred of doubt, or amusement, but all you see is love. Admiration. Trust. Sincerity.

"Okay," you breathe, before your mind has truly processed what you're saying. "Show me what you got, Harrington."

He grins, slow and saccharine, like the cat who got the cream.

"Steve?" you whisper.

"Yeah?"

"This isn't going to fuck things up between us, is it?"

He smiles, big and bright.

"Never. Nothing is ever going to fuck things up between us. It's you and me forever, Cherry Pie."

You chuckle at the nickname, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

"Well, then what are you waiting for?"

He shakes his head and grabs your ankle, pulling you across the bed and into his body. Wrapping a hand around the back of your neck, he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours.

"If at any point this gets weird, or you don't like it... Just say the words, okay?"

"Okay," you breathe, inhaling the scent of mint from his tongue. "Promise."

"Can I kiss you?"

"You don't usually ask," you tease.

It's no secret that you and Steve have kissed a few times. Once after prom, once at a party here and there, once when you were cuddled in bed comforting him after a break up. But it's never led to anything more. Which is probably why this feels a little different.

"I know, but this is a little more... intense, than usual."

You try to ignore the way your heart swells at his consideration for you, and nod your head gently.

"Kiss me. Please."

Steve wastes no time, leaning in to press his lips to yours. He tastes like spearmint and soda, with a hint of the cherry lipbalm he steals from your nightstand. You instinctively shuffle closer to him, straddling his lap as his arms bracket themselves around you. It's like he can't decide where to put his hands - they're roaming up your back, squeezing your ass, kneading your thighs. He's antsy and impatient, eager to feel you.

"Lie back," he whispers against your mouth, tipping you onto the bed.

Your head hits your pillows and you crane your neck to watch him as he crawls down your body, eyes never leaving yours.

"Steve-"

"Stop thinking so hard, Cherry. I can practically hear your thoughts."

You huff but can't keep the smile off your face, willing your mind to stop racing.

"Let me quiet things down, hmm?"

Steve presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, trailing up and up until he reaches your hip. He licks across your hipbone before nipping it with his teeth, smirking when you gasp.

Grasping the waistband of your pyjama shorts, he asks for permission with his eyes, no words needed. You nod and lift your hips, letting him slide them down your body.

You've never been so exposed, which is causing a sudden realisation that the two of you are crossing a line that can never be uncrossed. As if he can read your mind, Steve presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, tender and full of love.

"Babe, if you want to stop..."

"I don't, I promise. I'm just nervous. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise," he murmurs, resting his head on your thigh and looking up at you. "Never apologise. You're doing so good, Cherry. I love you."

You didn't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't I love you. You've both said it to each other a million times, but something about saying it in this exact moment makes it feel... weighted. You'll talk about it later. You'll make sure of it.

"I love you too. So much."

You're whispering, scared to ruin the peace you've created. Steve kisses your skin again gently, gazing at you like you've hung the stars just for him.

"Let me make you feel good, okay?"

When you nod, Steve nudges your core with his nose, arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you anchored in place.

"So pretty," he's mumbling. "Prettiest fuckin' girl I've ever seen."

He starts slow, easing you in carefully. Kitten licks and gentle nips, testing the waters. When you tangle a hand into his hair and tug, Steve gets the message.

"You want more, pretty baby?"

"Yes," you confirm, more breathless than intended. "Please."

He dives back in, this time with more intention. His nose keeps nudging your clit, the friction licking up your spine deliciously. It's like he can't get enough, eating you out like a man starved.

He groans into your heat, the vibrations making you whine. When he curls his tongue just right, you keen, the sounds leaving your mouth foreign to the both of you.

"Fuck, you sound so beautiful. You're perfect. God, you're perfect."

"Stevie," you pant. "So close."

"I got you. Atta girl, I got you. That's my girl, give it to me."

Maybe it's the my girl, or maybe it's the way he's slipped two fingers into you, but the coil snaps. Your back arches off the bed as white heat engulfs your body, vision going black for a moment. You can hear him talking you through it, loving and encouraging. Eventually, your grip on his hair loosens as you go lax, collapsing back against the comforter.

Steve grins at you as he licks his fingers clean, crawling up your body to kiss you. You groan when you taste yourself, arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him close. Resting his head on your chest, you run your fingers through his hair, humming gently when he relaxes.

"You okay?"

"Never better," you laugh. "You're good with your mouth, Harrington. I'll give you that."

"Told you the rumours were true."

You shake your head and reach over, grabbing the glass of water from your nightstand and taking a sip. You offer it to Steve without a second thought, rolling your eyes when he downs the rest.

He plucks your cherry lipbalm from the drawer and applies it to himself, before leaning up to carefully do the same to you. He pecks your lips sweetly before returning it to its rightful place.

"You replace it, don't you?"

"Hmm?"

"The chapstick. I've had it for a whole year, and I've never even come close to reaching the end."

He blushes as he looks at you, suddenly bashful.

"It's special," he murmurs. "It's our thing, you know? And it smells good. I like knowing that I'm the only one who knows you taste like cherries."

You want to poke fun at him, say something to make him laugh. But you can't. He's rendered you speechless, for the second time in one night.

"I like knowing the reason you taste like spearmint is because I've been slipping pieces of gum into the pockets of your jeans for ten years."

"I knew it," he laughs, leaning up to kiss you firmly. "I can't tell you the last time I bought gum."

"You're welcome."

Steve shucks off his jeans and his shirt, climbing into your bed with just his boxers on. You slip your underwear up your legs before getting under the comforter with him, tangling your limbs with his.

The tunes from the radio still hum gently as the fairy lights flicker.

The room is unchanged.

The people in it are not.

read Part Two here. Part Three here. Part Four here.

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[dramaticals]

did you hear what i said?

pairing: theodore nott x gryffindor reader

summary: after a year of secretly dating, theo breaks things off when classes start up again. it's now christmas eve and he's back with a figurative box of regret / requested by anonymous.

author's note: angst! there will be a part two with fluff, but i just needed to get this out since i've been writing this for too long. (please) feel free to leave angsty requests in my inbox because this is the genre that gets my gears going! but i make no promises on resolutions and happy endings ♡

"You look happier."

Theodore stands in front of the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, his hands shoved into his pockets. His presence garners murmurs all around, even though the Great Hall was emptier than usual for the holidays. The sight of him makes your breath catch. It's been three months since you last spoke to him, but the memory of that night resurfaces, ripping open the wound on your healing heart.

It was back in September.

Theo had passed you a note in Potions, asking you to meet him in the Astronomy Tower after dark. It wasn't a peculiar ask, so you didn't think much of it at the time. The Astronomy Tower had become your and Theo's spot. A quiet place for the two of you to just exist—no interruptions and no expectations from the outside world. Your house rivalry was nothing in that tower. It was just you and Theo.

The two of you would spend hours hiding there, often cuddled on top of a lush blanket you had hidden nearby. You'd talk about anything and everything with him, from learning about each other's likes and dislikes to venting about classes and classmates. On nights where the two of you favoured serenity, it was never unpleasant. You'd embrace the quiet, exchanging sweet kisses all the while enjoying the comfort and protection of his arms.

That night in September was different, though. You sensed it the minute you ascended the steps to see Theo standing stiffly by the railing, his gaze concentrating on a bird on the horizon.

Theo didn't even turn to face you—acknowledge you—before he was muttering the words that shattered your heart into pieces.

"I'm over this." Theo said, his tone void of any emotion. His hand clutched onto the railing so tightly that his knuckles were pale.

Stunned silence fell over you. You just looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Did you hear what I said?" Theo turned to you then, and you could see the pained expression on his features. But then something shifted, and his expression turned cold. "I'm breaking up with you."

His words on their own were harsh, but the inflection on each syllable felt like he was personally twisting a serrated knife into your heart.

"I don't understand." You said. "Why? What did I—"

"I feel like you're getting attached, and I think we've run our course." Theo interrupted. His eyes, the ones you became so accustomed to, were dark and flooded with an expression even you weren't familiar with. Theo scoffed. "You didn't actually think we'd last, did you?"

Maybe it was the naive and hopeless romantic in you, but you truly believed you would. House rivalries, judgemental friends, and family expectations were merely obstacles the two of you would deal with together. You just felt so strongly about him, and you were certain he felt the same about you.

"Did you hear what I said?" The Theodore standing in front of you jerks you back to the present.

You blink, and you nearly drop your fork.

"I heard you," you say firmly, returning your attention back to the half-eaten plate in front of you. You make yourself look busy and uncaring (as much as you could with food and a full stomach), as if Theodore's sudden presence had no effect on you.

Theodore shifts in his spot, his eyes darting to the empty seat in front of you, silently contemplating whether he should take it or cut his losses and leave. Reluctantly, he settles on the former. This makes you tense, your lips pursing as he sits. It doesn't help that you were highly attentive to the whispers; your classmates were surely speculating why Theodore Nott would be choosing the company of a muggle-born on Christmas Eve. You put down your fork, bring your gaze to his, and let out an exhausted breath.

"Nott, what do you want?"

Hearing his last name from you makes his jaw clench. It was cold and formal, stripped of any history you two shared.

"Just wanted to know if you were as happy as you looked."

"You have no right to that type of information anymore."

"Humour me."

You glare at him. Theodore looks back at you with such shy tenderness that your gaze softens slightly.

Am I happy? you think.

Some days, sure. But most days, you find yourself wandering back to that dreadful night in September. Even after all these months, you still wonder if you had just said something different or fought back instead of taking it, maybe you and Theo would still be together.

It was why Ginny, the only poor soul who was aware of your relationship with Theo, had set you up with Michael Corner, a cute Ravenclaw boy in your year. He was smart, funny, and occasionally sweet, but he wasn't Theodore Nott.

Still, you persisted. You allowed yourself to indulge in the idea of being with Michael because the brooding Slytherin boy who had your heart had made his choice. You went on a few dates with Michael; he'd walk you to class, sit with you during Quidditch matches, and sometimes—when he was feeling courageous—he'd plant a kiss on your lips in the middle of the bustling corridor.

"I am." You lie, and you bite down on the insides of your cheeks. What good would it do to admit you weren't, especially to the cause of your turmoil?

Theodore watches you, practically analyzing your features. He doesn't have to say anything for you to know he didn't believe you, and you hated that—hated him, for having been so attentive to you that your tells were obvious.

"You are?" Theodore questions.

"That's what I said, didn't I?"

"I think you and I have a habit of saying things we don't mean."

His careful words and wistful gaze make you flush with embarrassment and anger. To this day, you still weren't sure why Theo had broken things off with you, and it was something that had kept you up countless nights. Through gritted teeth and cheeks stinging with remembered hurt, you say, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Theodore starts, his eyes flickering around to ensure no one was listening in. While a few lingering glances were sent your way, everyone was spread out far enough that it'd be hard to eavesdrop. He drops his voice anyway. "I shouldn't have said what I did that night. I didn't mean it. I don't mean it."

The anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach erupts, your eyes blazing. "Is this some sick game to you? It's been three months, Theodore. I spent three months crying over you and wondering what the hell I did to you to be so bloody cruel. And now when I'm finally ready to move on from you, you come back to tell me you... you didn't mean it?" The last words leave a dirty, salty taste in your mouth.

"No, no," Theodore shakes his head, swallowing thickly as you recounted the months of hell. He hadn't been doing any better either, but Theo was generally good at hiding his afflictions. Numbing the pain with weed and alcohol were among his favourite remedies. "It's not a game. It was never a game. You should know me well enough to know that I would never mean any of the things I said."

"Know you?" You almost laugh. You had replayed the breakup and the weeks leading up to it in your mind countless times, trying to make sense of the bullshit non-reason he had given when he broke up with you but nothing made sense. The whole thing made you spiral, questioning everything that had ever happened between you two. "I'm actually convinced I never really knew you, because the guy I knew would never have done that to me."

Having had enough of the conversation, you get up, leaving your half-eaten plate and a pained Theodore at the Gryffindor table. You're almost past the door of the Great Hall when Theo, as a last-ditch effort, grabs a hold of your wrist, hauling you to a stop. You let out a small huff and turn to face him.

"Meet me in the Astronomy Tower after dark." Theodore says softly, almost pleadingly. He makes a conscious effort to ignore all the prying eyes that turned.

"Because that worked out so well for me last time."

"Just—please. If you want to continue never speaking to each other again after that, then fine. But at least let me explain."

You had every intention of ignoring Theodore’s request. He didn’t deserve a chance to explain—the statute of limitations for explaining ended months ago. And yet, you found yourself sneaking out of the Gryffindor common room and up to the Astronomy Tower, inebriated by the countless what-ifs and string of memories: Theo sneaking a kiss on your lips as everyone turned to view whatever Hagrid had for Care of Magical Creatures, Theo resting his hand on your thigh during potions, Theo winking at you as you watched him play Quidditch.

“You’re here.” Theodore says, just as you reach the top of the staircase. He was sitting by the railing.

“I am,” you say as you walk toward him reluctantly. You settle next to him.

Theodore looks at you, and it looks like he’s about to say something, but then he shuts his eyes, shakes his head, and sighs.

You’ve never seen him at a loss for words. He was intentionally silent, sure, but his quick wit never failed him.

“I’ve regretted that night every day, you know.” He speaks up, his solemn eyes trained on yours. “I replay it over and over.”

Theodore’s gaze is unrelenting, brimming with seriousness and a vulnerability that you haven’t seen before. You tear your gaze away from his because the more he talks and looks at you like this, the more you find it hard to breathe.

“Then why do it? Why say those things?” You manage to ask.

Theodore’s jaw clenches. “Lesser of two evils.”

When you look at him with a confused expression, he continues, “It was better to lose you on those terms than to lose you completely.”

Silence falls on both of you, filling the space like a thick fog.

“I lost my mom when I was seven.” Theodore explains, his eyes darkening. “A freak accident.”

Out of the year you and Theo dated in secret, he had rarely mentioned his mom. And if he did, it was small tidbits—precious memories. Regardless of how small and insignificant the memory would seem to others, you gathered how important Theo’s mom was to him. Underneath Theo’s stoic expressions and calculating demeanour was a softness to Theo that could only be accredited to his mom.

“She got caught in the crossfire between some death eaters.” Theodore says, his expression pained. He drops his gaze now, but you keep your eyes on him. There’s a mixture of grief and anger that flashes across his features, and it takes everything in you to hold yourself back from reaching for him. To comfort him.

“It took me years to get over it. I don’t even think I am yet—I’m still angry at my father for allowing this shit into our lives and for continuing to do it.” Theodore says, letting out an exasperated breath. You knew what everyone else knew about Theo’s father—he was a blood purist, rumoured to be loyal to you-know-who. He’d hate you the moment he’d find out you were muggle-born.

Theo meets your gaze now, and it’s your turn to feel winded. It was like you were looking at your Theo again. The sweet, sarcastic, pain-in-your-ass-but-in-a-good-way Theo. “I lost my mom, who meant the world to me, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it if I lost you too. So I pushed you away. I figured it was best to cut our losses before I pulled you into something you had no reason being in. Before I lost you permanently.”

“What’s changed?” You ask, shaking your head. His words were hard to process, but the pieces of the last few months were beginning to click into place. “I’m still me, and last I heard, your dad was still your dad.”

“I realized that, in a way, I was kind of like my dad.”

“What?”

“I mean,” Theo says. “My dad never gave any of us a choice. Not me, and not my mom. We always had to go along with him and deal with the consequences of his actions. I took a choice away from you, and you just had to deal with it. I don’t want to do that anymore. I still think I did it for the right reasons, but I regret it. I want to be with you. I should have told you what I was worried about—told you about the risks of being with me, so we could make a decision together.”

Together.

That’s all you wanted. You were more than willing to have dealt with any obstacle that was thrown your way, so long as you had Theo by your side.

But that was three months ago. And while his words brought goosebumps, butterflies, and heart palpitations, they also brought a slew of conflicting feelings. You understood why he broke things off now, and although his reasoning was well-intended, it didn’t excuse the fact that you had spent the last three months in a state of despair and heartbreak. You didn’t eat as much, your grades dropped, and you couldn’t even look at him until recently in fear of tears and the overwhelming rush of memories.

“So?”

“Theo,” you say softly. Your eyes search his face.

There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips at the sound of his name. Not Theodore, not Nott. Theo.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

He exhales sharply at your response, and his expression shifts as he turns to face the horizon. He wanted you to say it was worth the risk and that you wanted to be with him as much as he did. He wanted you to forgive him for what he did to you. “It’s fine.”

“No—I just... I need to think.” You say quickly. Your heart was screaming for him, but your brain was weary. And if the past three months taught you anything, it was that you needed to act with your brain and not your heart. “I just need time. This was a lot to process.”

“Right, of course.” Theo says with a curt nod. He turns to you again, offering a weak smile. It was his heart’s turn to break. “Well, thanks for coming tonight and letting me explain. I guess, just let me know.”

You watch him stand, brush the dirt off his robes, and turn away. Just as he reaches the staircase back down, he looks back at you. Your eyes catch his gorgeous arctic eyes, your cheeks burning and your heart racing.

"Merry Christmas, by the way." Theo says before he descends down the stairs.

[propertyofwicked]

TAKE ME DANCING - LN

based on this request! ✧ my inbox is open for requests (or if u just want a chat!) ✧

warnings - smut! MDNI!! oral (fem receiving), possessive!lando (but also kinda cute - smut is marked ✿)

masterlist the playlist

the pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the club as lando and y/n made their way inside. the flashing lights, the energy, the sheer about of people everywhere was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but feel a little out of place.

this wasn't her scene; y/n would rather be sat in a beer garden, fearing she wouldn’t enjoy the loud music and drunk people bashing into her in a club. but lando - this was his type of place, he seemed to just exude confidence, especially in clubs, and especially when he wore that white shirt, the top few buttons undone.

lando noticed her hesitance, giving her a reassuring smile.

"don't worry, you wanna leave, we leave - ok? ," he said, squeezing her hand gently.

she nodded, trying to keep an open mind as they moved further into the crowd. the dance floor was packed, bodies moving mostly in sync with the pounding rhythm. lando led her to the bar first, using his grip of her hand to pull her closely behind him as they manoeuvred through the crowds of people, smiling occasionally at people he recognised. lando’s hand dropped hers, though not before pulling her close, so he could rest his tanned hands on the bar, leaning forward to catch the attention of the server.

“….and a double malibu coke,” he called out, trying to be heard over the music, before turning to y/n, checking that was what she wanted. she nodded at him quickly.

“and two shots of tequila please!” she added quickly, watching the server nod quickly before settling on lando’s intrigued gaze, “- the quicker im drunk, the quicker i’ll feel comfortable,” she called out, moving her head closer to his so he could hear her.

lando nodded at her, not one to discourage her, though it did concern him when managed to take back both shots without so much as a flinch.

"come on, let's dance!" lando shouted over the music, pulling her towards the dance floor with his free hand, his drink sloshing around in the other as he moved. y/n followed closely, still apprehensive, and still too sober, but lando’s energy was hard to resist.

she moved tentatively at first, unsure of her own movements, her hand reaching to pull her dress down as it rode up her legs. as the drink and music flooded her veins, y/n got into her own rhythm, her hips moving in time with the beat as lando’s hand rested on her hips, his own body moving almost in sync.

lando watched her with a mix of surprise and delight. he had expected her to tolerate the experience at best, and only for his benefit, but here she was, dancing with abandon, lost in the music. he grinned at her, matching the energy and enthusiasm.

“drink?” he asked her, bending down to speak directly in her ear. her hand grabbed the side of his face, keeping it next to hers as she replied with a loud yes, before moving him back to press a sweet kiss to his lips. she was about to follow him back to the bar but a familiar face came bounding towards the two of them.

“y/n in a club? im shocked,” alex called out, “i love your dress,” she added, holding y/n hands out as she stood back to take another look.

“thank you, you look gorgeous,” y/n replied, smiling at the girl.

“is charles here?” lando asked her, not really feeling like joining the girly conversation, to which she simply responded by point at the bar, “perfect - ill be back,” he continued, pressing a kiss to y/n’s forehead before walking over to greet charles.

he kept glancing back at y/n from the bar, half-expecting her to need a break, or to be looking at him, eyes begging him to come back. but each time he looked, there she was, dancing with alex, having the time of her life. the two men decided to join the girls on the dance floor, their hands full with a drinks for their respective partner.

as the night wore on, she showed no sign of stopping. despite not drinking much, y/n found herself emersed in the music, enchanted by the way lando’s hands stayed firmly on her waist as she danced, her back pressing into his chest with every movement.

there was something about the way she moved that made everything else fade into the background. lando could barely think straight, the desire to have her all to himself surged through him, and he found himself drawn to her like a magnet. and when she turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with joy and surprise, he couldn’t help but lean down, his lips brushing against the skin of her cheek before moving to her ear.

“you drive me crazy,” he told her, his voice deep enough to send a shiver down her spine, “you wanna go soon?”

“but im having fun,” she pouted, though he couldn’t see as his face was resting in the crook of her neck, kissing at her skin.

“so am i,” he replied, moving to hold her head in his hands, pressing a kiss to her forehead softly, before leaning down again to add, “but i think id have more fun with my head between your legs.”

her breath hitched at his words, a flush spreading across her cheeks. the intensity in his voice, the possessiveness in his touch, the way he said it so casually. lando’s hands roamed over her body as she pretending to think about his offer, continuing to whisper sweet, sinful promises in her ear.

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it only felt like a few minutes had passed by the time the two were stumbling through the front door of lando’s apartment. y/n remembers saying a quick goodbye to alex, before lando had practically dragged her from the club, though she followed him more than willingly.

lando groaned quietly as soon as his lips pressed on her inner thigh, his fingers pushing the hem of her dress up her body quickly until the fabric pooled on her stomach. his hands ran softly down the sides of her stomach, reaching the band of her underwear, tugging it down her legs, before moving to hold her thighs open for him.

it took one swipe of his tongue on her clit for his brain to grow blank. the grip on her thighs grew firmer, hard enough to leave little marks, nose bumping against her clit as his tongue travelled through her folds.

“you taste so fucking good,” he breathes, his face pulling back to take in the sight in front of him “fuck, angel, you’re so beautiful.”

then, he’s all over her again. lando’s lips wrap around her clit - he can feel himself growing hard at the whines she emitted for him. every flick of his tongue had her back lifting from the bed and her hands tugging at his curls, to which he responded with a quiet moan. the vibrations sent pleasure through her body, her brain turning to mush as she loosened her grip on his curls.

“do that again,” lando grunts, guiding her hands back into his hair, “keep doing that angel.”

his head is spinning, his tongue gliding through her folds before flattening against her clit over and over again. lando’s arm wraps around her waist, pulling her heat closer to him. his fingers to brush against her, coating them with her slick and circling her entrance before slipping his middle finger inside. only the first knuckle was enough to have her squirming beneath him, the arm around her waist fighting to keep her pushed down on the bed.

lando feels the way she tightened around him, desperate to feel him as he pushed his finger fully into her, pulling out quickly before adding a second. his tongue moved through her heat again, tasting her slick as he circled her clit, his fingers curling up into her.

“lan - fuck i-” y/n started, her grip on his curls tightening. her hips jutted up, pushing his face further into her heat as she reached her climax. his finger curl open and closed inside of her as her hips rocked against his face, the grip on his hair loosening as each second of her high passed.

“so good,” lando moaned, kissing at her clit. “taste so good. you can do one more, right, angel?”

[lucillenadelulu]

if someone asks nicely enough in my inbox, I WILL draw rook like the winter soldier (maybe more who knows :]]]])

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Freddie's Feat pt. 2

Hey all! Here it is--the second installment of Freddie's Feat. I hope you enjoy, as I certainly enjoyed writing this! As always, please feel free to flood my inbox and dms with anything your heart desires. I love hearing feedback and am always open to new ideas. Enjoy!

In case you missed it, here is part 1^

“Dude,” Will gaped, “what the fuck happened?”

Freddie’s belly was actively wobbling about. He couldn��t feasibly deny what had happened, especially because Brayden’s discarded clothes were in one hand while his other was methodically rubbing the swell of his bulging belly. Freddie felt somewhat ashamed, but only because he had gotten caught. These were his friends, so surely if he explained what had happened, they would be understanding, right? The college sophomore dared a look at Alex, whose jaw was on the floor. Fred’s belly let out a low, cacophonous groan between the remaining three friends. They stared in awe.

“Well,” Freddie explained, trying to form a rational story that his friends would accept, “Brayden and I…wanted to see how much I could fit…in here?” Even to Freddie, the story sounded false. The truth—that Brayden forced himself down Freddie’s gullet—was even more absurd, and neither Will nor Alex would’ve believed him. Freddie continued, “Do you—BBBBUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP—mind if we go to the living room? I think I need to sit down.”

In a deafening silence, Freddie led the way towards Alex’s living room, never taking a hand off of his belly. Brayden, of all times, had chosen to stop speaking, letting Freddie deal with the consequences of his actions alone. Still, he could feel jerky movements inside of his stomach chamber. Presumably, Brayden was pleasuring himself to the feeling of being in Freddie’s gut, which was just perfect, as now Freddie had to deal with the fallout alone. Plopping in the center of the plush couch, Fred had to spread his legs far apart to make room for his belly. Alex and Will sat on either side of him, waiting for Freddie to explain himself further.

“Look, guys…” he started, unsure how to talk about the massive belly in the room, “Brayden kept on asking about my stomach: how much I could fit, if he tasted good, how good it felt swallowi—”

“Dude!” Will snipped, just below a yell. “You ate Brayden!”

“How did you even…” Alex trailed off, starting to move his hand onto Freddie’s bloated abdomen before Will slapped his hand away and shook his head like a disappointed parent.

Freddie prodded his Brayden-filled belly like it was a bomb about to explode, “Yeah… but look, he wanted it, too.” A massive gurgle escaped from Freddie’s gut.

“How can you say that?” Will spat, incredulous.

“Brayden was jacked, and I’m not small,” Freddie’s ego got in the way here, “I mean, I could probably take him in a fight, if I got in close and—”

“Dude!” Will yelled at his gluttonous friend.

“Right, sorry, not the point. Brayden was much bigger than me in height and muscle, Will. Do you really think I would’ve been able to—UUUURRRRRPPPPP—’scuse me. Do you think I would’ve been able to do this if he didn’t want it?”

Freddie’s belly growled, telling Freddie that his belly could handle even more. Alex looked awestruck, while Will was a mixture of disbelief and personally affronted. Freddie tried another method, as he wasn’t really getting anywhere with just explaining it with words. Wrapping his muscled arms around both of his friends’ shoulders, he brought them in close. The heat radiating from Freddie’s gut was alarming, yet it felt really comforting to all three guys, whether they liked to admit it or not. The air had turned colder because of Freddie’s insatiable stomach, but here, it seemed like the very thing that would warm all of them up.

“Here, feel him in there,” Freddie grabbed his friends’ hands in his and moved to place them on his belly. Will jerked away, standing up off the couch, but Alex let it happen.

“I’m not going to give you a belly rub after you ate Brayden,” Will spat out the last two words with vitriol.

Fred scoffed, feeling a little awkward. He did understand Will’s perspective, but also, couldn’t he just listen to reason? On the other hand, Alex started rubbing Freddie’s belly, leaning in to his big-bellied friend and intently fixated on Freddie’s stomach. Freddie looked down at Alex and hummed, rubbing his back in an intimate gesture between long-time friends. If Will wasn’t in his corner, he was glad he had Alex at least. Alex continued rubbing and doting on Fred’s gut, massaging it gently and listening to the loud noises it produced every few seconds. With each gurgle and churn, Alex snuggled up a little closer to Freddie, getting a better angle to rub his belly. Smitten with Alex, Freddie didn’t notice Will left the room and returned with a bedsheet and a determined look. Will cleared his throat, wrenching Freddie from sweetly rubbing Alex’s back and head whilst he massaged the behemoth of a belly beneath him.

“Right, you two are insane, but I’m not. We’re gonna fix this, okay?” Will knelt down before Freddie, getting eye level with his navel. “Hear that, Bray? We’re gonna get you out of there!” Will placed his flat palm on Fred’s belly, sending shivers of pleasure through the voracious college student.

“What are you doing…?” Freddie asked, feeling somewhat uncertain about Will’s approach to “getting Brayden out of there.”

“Well,” Will sounded annoyed, “you know he can’t stay in there.” Will glanced down at the wobbling mass attached to his best friend. “So, we’re gonna get him out, right Alex?”

Alex squeaked and nodded, standing up to show that he ultimately knew that Freddie was in the wrong, despite not being able to pry his gaze away from his gut.

“You’ll let us do this, right, Fred? You agree that Brayden needs to get let out, right?”

This felt like gentle parenting. Of course Freddie knew that Brayden shouldn’t stay in his belly…but, it felt really nice to have his muscular body massaging him from the inside. Hesitating for a moment, Freddie gave in, “Yes, Will. You’re… right. Okay.” His response sounded far too robotic to be convincing, and he himself wasn’t convinced about letting Brayden go. His belly, for the first time in so long, felt full and satiated. Why couldn’t he enjoy this for just a little while longer? Freddie, saddened by their soon-to-be separation, rubbed his belly fondly and patted his stomach where he thought Brayden’s head would be. Then, the thought hit him, “Wait, how are we going to get him out?”

Will answered, matter of factly, “Easy, the same way he went in.” Will stripped his shirt, revealing his own chiseled torso. While not as toned and jacked as Brayden, Will had been hitting the gym alongside Freddie, and he managed to build up a nice amount of bulk over the years. Why exactly he needed to take his shirt off, Freddie was unsure, but he explained his plan. He took a deep breath, as if to say “why am I friends with these lunatics,” but he spoke with a cool head, “Alright, we’re gonna tie this bed sheet around my waist and Alex will hold on to it for dear life. Freddie, do I have your word you won’t…do the same thing to me that you did to Brayden?”

Freddie was unfailingly loyal, and he would never betray a friend. In essence, that was how he swallowed Brayden in the first place—he was just fulfilling Brayden’s wishes to be in his belly. To that end, he responded, “You do.”

Will still knew Freddie like the back of his hand, so he truly wasn’t worried about Freddie’s gluttony getting in the way. Plus, with his promise, Will’s determination was cemented into fruition. “Good, what we’re gonna do is have Freddie…take me in…then I’m gonna hold on tight to Brayden. You two will pull the both of us out together, understand?”

The two nodded in unison, giving way to their group-leader. Freddie’s stomach growled, which he silently cursed for being excited to have Will down his throat. Now that he knew he could swallow someone as big as Brayden, he wanted to test the waters more. Still, he made a promise, and he intended to keep it. The nagging thought plagued him, however: what about what Brayden wanted? The reality, something Will and seemingly Alex refused to believe, was that Brayden wanted to be swallowed up by Freddie. Regardless, the plan was almost in motion. Like a high-stakes bank heist, Freddie and Will and Alex all steeled themselves for what was to come.

“I can’t believe you, man. How did you even…” Will sighed and shook his head before tying the final knot around his waist. He awkwardly approached Freddie, unsure of how to begin this strangely erotic process. He participated earlier in the banter about Freddie’s belly, but he never imagined it would get this…peculiar. Turning back to Alex, the two exchanged a look, regarding each other about their ravenous friend and the trouble he’s caused. Alex’s knuckles whitened around the bed sheet, and Freddie started feeling guilty only because of the gravity Will was treating this situation with. With a stern look, Will demanded of his big-bellied friend, “Don’t swallow. Let me do the moving, okay? I swear, Freddie, if you gulp me down like Brayden,” he dared a look at Freddie’s wobbling gut, “...just, don’t.”

Freddie nodded profusely, obeying without hesitation. Despite that, his belly growled. “Do I open wide, or…”

“Don’t make it weird, bro.”

Freddie didn’t know how to make this situation any less odd, but he opened his maw once again that night, ready to take Will into his stomach. Will jumped up and down a few times and shook himself out, as if he was preparing for a sporting event. Freddie just sat there, wrapping his hands around the obscene dome of his gut. After several long, tense moments, Will approached Freddie, eyes narrowed. Freddie tried to relax, spreading his legs out and resting his arms on the back of the couch. He figured having his arms away from Will would make it harder for him to want to take control and start pushing Will deeper down his velvety gullet. However, in Will’s perspective, he only saw Freddie getting ready for another taste of friend. He shook it off. This was Freddie—one of his best friends—and Freddie would never break a promise.

Will leaned down and put a finger in Freddie’s open, awaiting, and salivating mouth. The group leader shuddered like a withering plant. The hot, slimy texture from his friend’s tongue wrapped around his finger like a snake enveloping its prey. Fred stared deep into Will’s hazel eyes, waiting in anxious anticipation for another taste of his friend. His leg started bouncing in an attempt to stop himself from swallowing more of his friend down his throat. Every impulse in Freddie’s body was screaming for him to add Will to the bulge in his belly—to reunite him and Brayden. But, he resisted. He made a promise, and he was going to keep it.

After what felt like years, Will pushed his other hand into Fred’s mouth and began to dive deeper into the hot, wet confines of Freddie’s throat. It smelled rancid: a half digested mixture of the sushi Freddie devoured earlier and Brayden’s cologne burned the nostrils like a chemical accident. Freddie eagerly accepted Will’s arms down his throat, feeling the familliar bulge in his diaphragm that Brayden made in his similar descent. With an iron will, Freddie didn’t swallow, almost choking himself just to appease Will’s request. His friend was clearly uncomfortable as his head and shoulders slid into Fred’s unhinged gullet, but he was doing this for Brayden. Freddie looked down at Alex, who was still eyeing his gut with a trance-like stare. Alex was so encapsulated by watching Freddie open up wide enough for Will to fit inside that he began to lose his grip on the bed sheet that tethered the group leader to the outside world. Then, an unfortunate series of events took place.

Freddie moaned, trying to get Alex’s attention. He pointed to the bedsheet loose in Alex’s hands, but in doing so, Freddie’s moan turned into a cough, then a gag, then a deep, guttural, slow swallow. The two boys heard Will yelling from inside. Freddie had done the one thing Will had asked him not to. Freddie could feel Will’s head and arms enter his stomach chamber with a wet, slimy squelch. Freddie bucked his hips, fraught with desperation to fit the rest of his friend down his gullet. Rivers of drool pooled out of Fred’s mouth, lubricating his friend and dropping onto the couch with loud, rhythmic plopping noises. To try and quell his urges, Freddie thrummed his belly roughly, hoping that Brayden alone would satiate his desires. Unfortunately, his friend seemed to have other plans that would make that difficult.

Deep breaths through the nose eventually let Freddie calm down and excruciatingly, painfully, finally let him resist the overbearing urge to belly the rest of Will. Nodding his head at Alex, Freddie patted his monstrous gut, telling Will and Brayden that it was okay to come up. They waited for a moment, then two, then for about thirty seconds, nothing happened. Freddie’s two friends inside his digestive tract seemed to be arguing about something. Faint, muffled voices could be heard that carried the tone of urgency and intensity. Then, all of a sudden, Will was yanked deeper into Freddie’s throat. Eyes wide, Freddie looked at Alex bewildered. Freddie didn’t swallow, and Will certainly didn’t want to go any deeper into his friend’s belly, so what was going on? Another yank pulled Will’s thighs down Fred’s drooling maw, happily accepting more food whether Freddie’s mind wanted it or not. The two outside started panicking, not knowing how Will was getting pulled deeper.

“What the hell do I do?” Alex practically shrieked, watching Will get pulled deeper into Freddie, ballooning out his gut even more.

Freddie flew his arms out to the side in an “I don’t know” gesture. Feeling Will started kicking his legs in a frenetic passion, he signaling to both guys to pull him out. Through all the shock and confusion, both guys took a hold of Will by the legs, getting ready to wrench him out. They pulled and pulled to no avail. Something was keeping Will stuck inside Freddie’s throat, pulling him deeper…

“Come on, Will, just give in!” Brayden yanked Will’s slippery torso deeper into Freddie’s stomach chamber. He had been quietly pleasuring himself since arriving in the pit of Fred’s belly, listening intently to the commotion going on outside. Will’s plan was to excavate him from Fred’s belly, but he knew that this was exactly where he was meant to be. He did force-feed himself to Freddie, after all, so he was here purely because he wanted to be in here. Will didn’t seem to grasp that. What’s worse, he didn’t understand like Brayden did how amazing it was to be inside of Freddie’s gut. So, in an attempt to get Freddie’s belly stretched even further, and to allow Brayden to stay inside the hot, wet, gurgly confines of his friend’s gut, Brayden used his overt strength to pull Will in alongside him.

“Let go of me man! Are you insane?” Will wriggled from Brayden’s grasp only to be clung onto again. Will’s psychopath of a friend was trying to get them both stuck in Freddie’s belly, even though Will was trying to rescue Brayden.

Slippery as it was, Brayden was by far the strongest and largest in the friend group. Will had no purchase to cling to, and Freddie and Alex on the outside couldn’t contest Brayden's strength and devotion to Freddie’s gut at once. Grasping Will’s moist skin by the armpits, Brayden tugged hard, feeling something come loose. With a great strain, Brayden’s constant back days came in great use as he pulled Will all the way inside Freddie’s stomach chamber, feeling the cramped confines of Fred’s belly expand two-fold to fit in two of his best friends now as opposed to the one.

“There you go,” Brayden panted, “see how nice it is in here? Come on bro, admit it, you know you want to…” Brayden rubbed over his friend's naked torso and legs, covering him with Freddie’s stomach juices. In here, the noise was deafening. Their glutton of a friend’s belly truly never knew a limit, seeing as how Fred’s belly easily contained both Brayden and Will now. His shorts had inexplicably excused themselves from Will’s legs, leaving him completely naked alongside Brayden. Will hated that his body was accepting this, as his cock was rock hard alongside his other belly-filler that he used to call a friend. Very proud of himself, Brayden nudged the stomach walls of his friend, signaling to the young predator that he had fulfilled his belly even more.

Outside, a shocked silence filled the room, broken up by Freddie’s belly, which was a harbinger for stomach gurgles and groans. Freddie smacked his lips and limply played with the bedsheet that was once anchoring Will to the outside and was now attached to nothing. With an immense amount of guilt, his primary thought was that he wished he had gotten to savor Will a bit more before feeling him grow his belly out twice as big. He patted his disproportionately rounded gut and looked up to Alex.

“So, uh…” Freddie patted his belly, “what now?”

A huge burp erupted from Fred’s mouth, caused by the fighting that seemed to be happening inside his belly. As a consequence, Will’s gym shorts came flying out of Freddie’s mouth and slapped Alex directly in the face. The saliva-covered fabric seemed to be all that was left of their friend, if you discounted the titanic belly Freddie now sported and rubbed over possessively. Looking down, Freddie saw the bulges of Brayden’s hands, and he began to piece together what had happened.

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“I think, uhh,” Freddie rubbed his chin, unsure how to say this in a way that sounded digestible, “I think that Brayden pulled Will down into my belly. I mean…You saw me. I didn’t swallow him once. I kept my promise, and yet, he’s…” Freddie trailed off and looked down at the squirming bulges that comprised his stretched abdomen.

“Huh… Will’s in there, too.” Alex spoke like he was hypnotized. Without warning, he kneeled down and began rubbing the crest of Freddie’s belly with a sensual spark of desire. Eye to eye with Freddie’s navel, Alex gave his friend’s belly button a light kiss.

Exasperated, Freddie belched and put his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his stomach. Now he had two friends in here, and it felt so, so good. But, Will definitely wasn’t happy in there, and Alex wasn’t going to be of any help getting him out. Brayden couldn’t be more overjoyed, having added not only himself but Will in there, too. Leaning back, Freddie took a look at his engorged stomach with a little bit of awe. As ashamed he was to admit it, he was really proud of how he could fit two whole guys in there at once. The curve, the spherical shape, the noises his gut made as it sloshes around his food—Freddie was pretty much in heaven. Plus, Alex rubbing his belly, hypnotically fixated on his aptitude for swallowing his friends whole, which really helped make the college student feel great.

Inside, the belly-captives were essentially oil-wrestling, with Brayden favored as the clear victor. Freddie’s jam-packed gut kneaded them together, constantly rubbing cocks in the midst of their violence.

“Fuck you!” Will panted, finding difficulty in finding oxygen within the moist, squishy belly. His cock was at full mast, constantly getting stimulated by the wet, enveloping organ that contained him as well as Brayden’s brash movements.

“We belong in here, bro! Don’t you like how it feels?” Brayden pushed Will to the bottom of the belly, soaking his body in the mush that Freddie devoured at dinner. Pinning Will’s wrists next to his head, Brayden slowly lowered his torso to sit on Will, letting his wet, hard cock slide up into Brayden’s lubricated hole. Both boys moaned in unison, quickly shifting the vibe inside Freddie’s belly. What once was a sweaty mess of hatred and violence quickly turned into a sloppy, sweltering fuck session. Both guys dropped their hands and immediately clung to the other, kissing each other with so much passion that any romance movie would be jealous. The soft, wet folds of Freddie’s belly really did a number on both guys’ sex drive. Brayden began bouncing on Will’s leaking cock, whilst Will groped Brayden’s pecs for dear life as he was ridden within an inch of his life. 

“Fuck, me, you take that cock so well,” Will breathed, completely forgetting how angry he was at the meathead.

“Yeah, you like that, Will? You like how your big cock feels in my ass?” Brayden spat, cupping Will’s head and quickening his pace, grinding his bubble butt harder onto his friend. Will’s thick meat slid easily in and out of Brayden’s plump cheeks, wet slapping sounds accompanying each bounce on his cock. On the outside, this sloppy sex was stirring up a great deal of gas for Freddie.

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“Ugh, what the hell are they doing in there?” Freddie touched his belly delicately as if it were about to explode. After a prolonged lack of movement, his gut started shifting back and forth in a rhythmic kind of motion. He seriously didn’t know what the guys were up to, but it really made his belly feel good with all of the movement inside. 

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“Jesus, they’re really moving around in there,” Alex looked up for the first time in a long while. His own aching cock was visible through his shorts, yet Freddie tried not to pay attention to his friend’s throbbing member.

This night couldn’t have been more strange, so Freddie decided to throw the towel in and go crazy with his ambitions. He had already swallowed two thirds of his friend group. He might as well finish the last guy off. His belly still had room for more, and he knew that Alex would taste delicious. Freddie, ever rubbing his belly, casually spoke, “So how do you want to go down?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Yeah. So how do you want to go down? Feet or head first?” Freddie seemed transfixed on a spot on his stomach as he rubbed it without making eye contact. He belched out the side of his mouth, a casual display of his immense greed.

“Freddie…no…” Alex wanted to back away, but Freddie quickly seized him by the wrist. His stomach made a cacophonous sloshing sound with the other guys inside.

“Don’t worry, bro. It’ll be fine. Just tell me how you wanna — BBBBUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPP — go in.” Freddie’s casual tone for speaking about swallowing up his last friend was chilling. For the first time this night, Freddie was taking charge of the situation and doing exactly what he wanted to do. No more meals would shove themselves down his gullet; he was gonna gulp down someone for himself. And, as it happens, Alex was going to be that someone. “Which way will it be?”

Alex was tugged down onto the couch to meet Freddie eye-to-eye. He couldn’t help but stare further at his friend’s massive belly that held two of his friends within it. Gulping nervously, he suddenly felt like he was trapped in this situation. Will wasn’t here to save him. In fact, Will had also fallen victim to Fred’s belly. Brayden wasn’t here, either, to try and knock some sense into the predator. Brayden also ended up inside Freddie’s hungry tummy. These thoughts sent Alex reeling. How did Freddie do this? How could he do this? Why was he so casual about gulping down his entire friend group that he's been with for years? As he pondered this question, Freddie gave up on waiting for an answer. He clicked his tongue, chuckled, and licked Alex’s neck, tasting his final meal for the night.

“God, you taste so fucking delicious. Just as meaty as Brayden, and almost as salty as Will. You’re gonna feel so good going down, Alex.”

“F-Freddie, please,” Alex whimpered, cowering at his friend’s curious tongue. This sudden change in attitude was like a piercing bullet to the heart, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“Shhh,” Freddie whispered, “hear that…?” The predator’s stomach let out a long, deep rumble, sounding like a brutal threat to anyone that wasn’t Freddie. “I'm still hungry for more, Alex. You know what that means,” Fred licked hip lips.

“No. No, please! Feddie, I’m your friend, I’m not—”

Alex was cut off by Freddie wolfing down his head, forcing him in like he was meant to be dessert for his hungry friend. The salacious, formidable predator bunched up Alex’s shoulders and pulled his delectable body deeper into his throat. Inside his belly, the other two were still brutally fucking, so poor Alex would be having the shock of his life once he was swallowed down further. Freddie, in a euphoric fervor, did not seem to care about Alex’s well-being at the moment. His only concern was filling up his avaricious belly, which he was beginning to love and cherish more and more now. Alex’s flavor was a symphonic mix of his other two friends, which cascaded down his throat and kindled a warm, pure glow of pleasure in the pit of Freddie’s being. He moaned out, loudly signalling to Alex how good he tasted.

Freddie’s meal began struggling desperately for escape; however, he would find no solace besides the warm-wet embrace of Fred’s esophagus and digestive tract. Still, Alex began kicking his legs out, shouting for help. Unfortunately, all he looked like was a fish out of water, and Freddie was bringing him back into the sea. His severe gluttony propelled him to swallow more of Alex down, completely consuming his torso in a rapacious swallow. His throat muscles contracted against his friend, tightening then opening wide to allow his journey deeper into the yearning belly. For the third time that night, Freddie’s esophageal sphincter opened up, welcoming Alex’s head into his chamber, rife with activity.

Freddie pondered for a moment if what he was doing was right, but his head was far too clouded with how big his belly was going to be once Alex was safely tucked inside. A man’s gotta eat, right? Sometimes, if you’re hungry enough, you just need to make do with what’s around you, right? Freddie patted himself on the back for being resourceful and tilted his head back, letting Alex’s lower half slowly slide down into his belly. Like this, Fred could feel his stomach actively bloating out, which felt like a constant stimulation of satisfying pleasure, and he could also watch as Alex’s legs disappeared behind his plush lips, which was equally as fulfilling. A low, wet, sliding noise sounded as his tortured friend thrashed wildly but ultimately slipped deeper and deeper into his friend’s throat. In his mouth, a pool of saliva had formed, making Alex nice and wet to facilitate his travels. If Freddie could be honest with himself, this was amazing. It felt so good to be able to swallow his friends whole, and as time passed, he was convincing himself that this is where they belonged—inside his belly, gurgling and churning away.

After an agonizingly long time for Alex but a tragically brief time for Freddie, gravity had done its job. Alex was safely past Freddie’s open maw. He gulped one time, sending Alex’s feet barrelling into his rapidly growing gut. When his gargantuan stomach rounded out, he felt relieved to have finally finished his dinner for the night. He leaned down and kissed his squirming belly: a monument to his insatiable hunger.

“Fuck me, you guys were good,” he moaned. “Just look at this thing! You made me huge, but it feels so good– UUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP–settle down in there, okay you guys?”

Fred jostled his belly, hearing the roaring sloshes and feeling the frenetic movements inside of it. If he could reach his aching cock around his behemoth of a belly, he would have ejaculated twenty times by now. Who knew the process of swallowing your entire friend group whole could be so erotic? With a herculean effort, Freddie used the momentum of his belly to stand himself up and begin something of a penguin waddle over to Alex’s bedroom where he would sleep these guys off for the night. His hands were magnetic to his belly—Freddie was addicted to feeling his stomach gurgle around his friends, coating them in his juices and massaging their meat until they were tender. He had to pause in the hallway to take deep breaths because walking around while carrying your best friends in your stomach was tiring work. Plus, his friends were still definitely moving around in there. It seemed like they didn’t want to give up just yet.

As Fred finally made his way to Alex’s soft, queen-sized bed, Brayden, Will, and now Alex were all about to reach their climax. Somehow, Will had maneuvered Brayden to the middle of Freddie’s gut so he could fuck his mouth. As he was doing so, Alex spilled into the stomach chamber with them, and Brayden taunted Alex with his perky bubble butt. Alex figured he might as well because there was nothing else to do, so he joined in on the fun, ravaging Brayden’s used hole with his rock-hard dick. The boys, now engaged in a passionate threesome, were kicking up a lot of gas for poor Freddie, who was belching up a storm on the outside. The air gradually became more stale as time passed. To Freddie, this was just a food coma after a big meal, but to his friends, this was their last night to truly live, so they had to make everything worth it. As Alex and Will Eiffel Towered Brayden, they kissed deeply whilst pumping in and out of their muscular friend. The oxygen supply was slowly running out, so their movements quickened, knowing they had little time left. With a rough pounding, all three guys came gallons at the same time, letting their cum paint Brayden and the stomach walls that kneaded them like dough.

“Fuck..!” Brayden, exclaimed, short of breath. “I love you guys…Fuck you Brayden,” he said, kissing him angrily on the lips.

“You were the best friends I’ve ever had,” Alex rubbed his cock between Brayden’s ass cheeks and collapsed onto his back.

“I’m glad we’re all here to experience this together,” Brayden moaned, grinding against Alex and kissing Will deeply.

With that, the sweltering confines of Freddie’s belly took control, siphoning any oxygen the boys might’ve had left over and replacing it with digestive enzymes and stomach juices. It was unfortunate, but it’s not like anyone there didn’t know what happens inside a hungry belly. In a hazy fervor of passion and lust, the guys all fell asleep on top of each other, letting Freddie’s belly get to work on them.

Freddie, still dozing, woke up in the middle of the night to rub his belly and feel his friends stop moving. He groaned in dissatisfaction, as their movements felt really good, but he rubbed his belly once more and smiled, cooing softly to them, “You guys tasted so good. Thank you for filling me up, bros.”

The morning sun-rays filtered through Alex’s blinds like beams of heaven themselves illuminating Alex’s bedroom. Brayden woke up first, just in time to see Freddie entering the room, four coffee mugs in hand. He himself looked like an angel with his short, curly hair, striped boxers, and muscular frame. And, curiously, his flat six-pack had returned to its shredded state. His predatory friend beamed at Brayden lovingly before handing him a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Freddie fluttered his eyelashes in a mock-girlfriend type of manner to Brayden, who looked down at his coffee with a confused expression, like it was drugged.

“What…? But didn’t you…?” Brayden trailed off, still feeling somewhat sticky. He was naked, which was bizarre, given that Freddie didn’t seem off-put by it in the slightest. Looking over, he saw two other naked, sleeping figures—Alex and Will—cuddled up against each other tightly and snoring softly. They looked cute together, but that didn’t shake the confusion Brayden felt stirring in him.

“I did,” Freddie admitted, nodding his head and taking a sip of coffee casually. “But, Bray, you know me enough by now, don’t you? You knew you guys were never actually on the menu…”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Brayden slumped, somewhat disappointed, and Freddie climbed into bed next to his larger friend to comfort him about not being digested.

Rubbing Bray’s back in slow circles, Freddie squeezed next to him and whispered, “And, plus, I want…” Freddie murmured something into his coffee mug that Brayden couldn’t hear.

“Huh?”

“I wanted…”

“Freddie, speak up bro.”

“I want to do it again with you guys. Here, listen,” Freddie’s stomach was growling with a deep primal hunger. Last night had unlocked something in him that needed satisfying.

Brayden looked at Freddie in his charming, handsome face, taking a moment to analyze and scan his friend’s handsome features. The, Brayden leaned in slowly and kissed Freddie passionately on the lips. Freddie was taken aback, but he put his coffee mug on a bedside table and kissed Bradyen back with equal amounts of lust.

The two boys went on like that for quite some time, fooling around with each other and listening to Freddie’s stomach growl. Eventually, Will woke up to the sight of Brayden’s hand wrapped around Freddie’s massive cock and he jumped back in shock. The two laughed and decided to wake Alex up to explain everything that had happened last night. After a great deal of apologizing from Freddie for making it seem like they were his food (Surprisingly, Will forgave him almost instantly, but Alex needed more convincing), and after a lot of…previously unsurfaced feelings were hashed out in the folds of Freddie’s belly, the guys all took turns washing up in Alex’s shower, making sure Freddie’s digestive juices weren’t anywhere on their person, they all got together to walk down to a breakfast place down the street (Freddie’s idea, of course).

Brayden grabbed Freddie by the elbow before he went out the door to follow Will and Alex, who were already down onto the street. Sheepishly, Brayden asked, “Hey, Freddie?”

“Yeah Bray?”

“One day, will you let me stay in there,” Brayden nodded down at Fred’s stomach. “Like, permanently.”

Freddie smiled warmly, kissing Brayden on the cheek, “Sure thing, bro. One day. But for now, let’s just go get breakfast.” Freddie’s belly rumbled softly, telling them it was time to go.

In elation, Brayden picked up Freddie with ease, spinning him around several times and kissing Freddie everywhere he could think of, stopping for a moment at his abdomen, giving a slower, more meaningful kiss there, which earned him a deep growl. Freddie blushed a crimson scarlet, barely able to hold himself back from swallowing his friend right then and there. “Alright, Bray, you’ve had your fun. Let’s go catch up with the others. I’m starving.”

[pixiesndberries]

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! —⁠ PART 06

📁 context : texting jjk characters and their responses ☆

; random texts with jjk men

•PART 01, PART 02, PART 03, PART 04, PART 05, PART 06

REQUESTED BY : - bf texts with megumi?

- just read your smaus and can you do some bf!megumi texts?

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WARNINGS : none really, jeust memes 😇🙏

NOTE : HELLO MY POOKIEBEARS 🗣️‼️ tell a friend of a friend that she's back LMAO, jokes aside my inbox is flooded so here's me trying to resolve those floods !! im busy trying to fix some requirements so i don't have plenty of time for this, but im kinda free rn so i did this !! love lots my pookies <33

— megumi, yuuta, yuuji, and gojo.

; also i wanted to say thank you for this really sweet messages!! i love you guys so much, y'all got me giggling and kicking my feet 🥺💕⁉️

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ur jjk texting series has me in pieces im WHEEZING i love it sm 😭❤️ bro got me slapping my knee rollin around in bed n shi (@arminsumi )

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[detectivestucks]

Marked for You Pt. 3

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: The universe is pulling you into Kakashi's arms against your will. You're trying to push him away but he keeps coming back. The stubborn hero won't take a hint.

Warnings: Sexual tension. It's getting hot in here.

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I did not intend for this request to turn into a series but I'm having too much fun. It sucks for my inbox but you girls seem to love it so I'm happy you're indulging me as I go on this little side quest.

If you've sent me a request, I do intend to honor it. I'm just bad at writing quickly while still in school.

Reader Request I Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6

The sun beats down from the blue sky above, warming the top of your head. Using your forearm, you wipe the bead of sweat trickling down your temple before continuing to twist out the screws in the bakery’s sign. Less than thrilled about being on a ladder above a city street, you take apart the front of the ‘K’ and prop the plastic letter behind the sign while you remove the burnt out tubes. Two of the three bulbs are removed and brought down, then as you ascend to grab the third bulb you hear children below. After a pause you call out to them, “Please be careful boys, it’s not safe to play over here. Could you take your game across the street?”

The kids giggle at your accent and agree. Glad they were so compliant, you return to your work assuming they’d follow their word, however their antics continued with you standing meters above their little bodies. The steel bars begin to shake and sway as they bump into the A frame. You try to grab onto the roof of the shop for support but their final tackle throws you off your climbing apparatus completely. 

As if in slow motion, you can hear the metal feet of the ladder rock while your body free falls to the pavement. Your eyes look to the blue above in terror, knowing you will quite possibly knock yourself into a coma. 

Then, a pair of strong arms catch you while simultaneously knocking the wind out of your lungs. You can hardly think but at the moment breathing is proving to be the harder task. 

“You”

His word comes out deep and suave but full of disbelief. It's him, of course it has to be him. The man who had you up crying all night catches you in his arms like a frickin hero. Even if being caught didn’t leave you breathless, falling into the arms of the most beautiful man in the village would. You feel his strong muscles and his body heat through your clothes. The smell of him fills your nostrils and floods  your mind. Everything about his presence is designed for you and you hate it. His eyes shift back and forth looking into yours. What is he searching for? Then they drop to your lips…fuck. You feel his abs flex. He wants you. His hands are gripping you possessively. Your shirt tightens around your torso from the way he fists the fabric and your shorts constrict around your thigh, painfully so. 

The longer he looks at your lips the tighter it gets till you softly grunt. His hands instantly relax, his smile returns and he cracks a joke. 

“I don't often see angels fall from heaven.”

He’s such a player. A man-whore for sure. There’s no doubt. It still doesn’t change the way the comment makes your face hot. This perfect specimen of a man wants you. Genuinely wants you. Is it the mark at work? Or is it just your pretty face? 

He sets you down with such gentleness that you’d link you’re a delicate artifact. 

“Are you okay, miss?”

“I- yes- I- I’m fine. Mhm.” You tug at your shirt, pulling it down from where his grip scrunched it up. You feel exposed before him, nervous that he can tell how much your body is drawn to him. The treacherous sack of flesh won’t fall in line with logic and it will be the end of you.

“You were at the bar last night, weren’t you?”

You can’t bring yourself to look at him, otherwise it will give away what you’re really feeling. Instead you look to the ground wondering if you lost your screwdriver in addition to your senses.

“Did you drop something? Can I help you find it?”

“No, no, that’s fine. I’m all good, thanks to you. You don’t need to concern yourself with me anymore.” 

You’re trying to get him to move on. Go think about someone else. Go rescue someone else. Stop focusing on me. Seriously, he saved you from a coma. Acting like a gentleman and a hero. No wonder the village has been atwitter with all this stupid soulmate stuff. His heroism is going to make it hard to move on and pretend you don’t want this.

“Are you sure?”

Annoyed that he won’t take the hint and leave you alone, you get stern. “Sir, I can do things myself.” You wince at your own tone. You didn’t mean for it to come out that harsh, you just want him to stop making up for his behavior last night. You don’t want him to redeem himself. He’s a playboy. Yet the look on his face does something to your heart. 

“I’m sorry. It’s been a rough few weeks.” you apologize, “I’d just like to be left alone.” He nods at you, thinking the conversation is over, but you didn't want to forget your manners. “And thank you by the way. I could’ve been seriously injured.”

“Indeed. I’m glad you’re okay.” He looks like he wants to walk away but for some reason he won’t. “Are you alone?”

“My boss will be in soon. He likes to work the midshift.” Pleeease go away.

“Well, if you need a hand, I’d be happy to assis-”

“No, I’m fine, seriously” Does he ever give up? 

Defeated, he finally says, “Okay then. Have a good day.”

Thank goodness

The man finally leaves and you rush inside to cool down after the intensity of being so close to Kakashi. 

What is wrong with you? You’ve never been so flustered by a man in your life. You’ve finally made contact with this so-called soulmate and it’s left you a wreck. Everything about him has you off balance. The way he looks at you, the way he held you, his eagerness to help, it makes you feel like you jumped to conclusions last night. That stupid Jasmine girl, she makes you mad but you’re starting to understand where her dumb attitude comes from. He’s addicting to be around. You want to forgive him but then you remember how you barely slept. The thought of ending up like Jasmine, hopelessly in love, is enough to make your skin crawl. You shake your head. 

No, not me. Focus girlie. You have a chance to grow here, don’t make moving to the Leaf all about boys. 

You take a deep breath and grab one of the fluorescent tubes. Heading back outside, you're glad to see no children nearby and no Kakashi. With one hand clutching the light, you mount the ladder and walk up to install it before taking out the third and final burnt out bulb. From your vantage point atop the ladder, you catch the silver mop walking through the streets and you can’t help the way your chest tightens. 

I thought I told you to get a grip. You scold yourself internally just in time to catch Kakashi looking over his shoulder. You want to say this will be the end of it but you know it’s not. 

Curse Sakura for doing this to you and curse this stupid soulmark. 

It’s been a week. You’re working hard to ignore intrusive thoughts of Kakashi and focus on the bakery. The owner is really nice and has been super impressed by your initiative. He’s started asking you what your opinions are when it comes to menu items and shop decor. Plans to remodel the inside of the store are in the making and he lit up when you expressed your ideas. 

Fortunately for you, the village has also settled down with this whole soulmark hubbub and everyone seems to be respecting your wish to not tell Kakashi about it. You're perfectly aware their secrecy is likely because the women of the Leaf don’t want to ruin their own chance with the Copy Ninja. No matter, you couldn’t care less what their motives are, so long as it means you can keep your relationship, or lack there of, on your terms. 

The day is Saturday and for a change you’re working both the morning and midshift so that your boss can make a stop at some neighboring village. He’s searching for an experimental ingredient he wants to try and incorporate in a new line of gourmet treats. You leave him to his expedition while you hold down the fort at home, struggling with the 12 hour marathon of running the bakery on a weekend by yourself. 

It's been a particularly dreary day with rain falling since last night. Your wet socks can attest to the fact that walking to work at 4 in the morning sucks. You definitely need to invest in a pair of rainboots if this kind of downpour is common here in the Leaf. Back home, rain came in short waves. A quick shower that lasted for maybe 20 minutes and then the rest of the day is all sunny skies. Here, however, not so much. You guess that something about being closer to the stone cliff face squeezes the clouds’ moisture for all their worth, hence your squishy socks.

The clock's hands have finally wound to 4:00pm and you’re setting to close the shop. You lock the front door and move to the back where you haul out one trash sack at a time. The stone walkways of the old city are slick with rain water making the trek treacherous. At times you feel like you’re water skiing more than walking and the garbage bags really raise the stakes of the game you're playing to maintain your footing. 

Minding your step, you carefully tip toe from the rear of the store to the nearest dumpster. Eyes trained down, focused on avoiding the ever expanding rain puddles, you strategically step through the back alley. 

“Would you like help with that?”

“Huh?!”

Your head snaps up to see who spoke but the whipping motion combined with a lack of traction throws your entire body off balance. The rubbish sack in your hand lands on the ground with a big splash yet your bottom is somehow still dry. You look over to realize you’re once more in the arms of one ‘Kakashi of the Sharingan.’ The Hatake who’s clan is represented on your hip…great.

And just like last time your chest tightens in his strong hold. The warmth of his body shields you against the chill of the rain, while the bulk of his muscles cut into your back and legs. His grip yet again digs into you, clutching you like a prize while his eyes roam your entirety before landing once more on your lips. Your own eyes close for a dangerous second as you seal away the memory of his facial expression when he looks at you like this. 

The rain trickles against your forehead and when you look at him again his abs tighten just like they did last week. What are the chances that this would happen twice? 

It’s like a universal magnet is pulling us together but it’s not going to work. 

“It seems that you need to be more careful.” his smooth, deep voice jests.

“Why would I need to be more careful when it seems you’re always nearby to catch me before I fall?”

“What if next time I’m not around?”

“Well then I guess I’ll finally follow the laws of physics and hit the ground.”

“You sure you’re willing to take that risk?”

“I’m positive. Not every girl likes to be saved.”

“I’m sorry, should I let you fall in this puddle? I wasn’t aware that your dry behind was bothering you.”

“Drop me in this puddle and you’re dead.”

“Then maybe a thank you would be called for.”

“I didn’t ask for you to swoop in. Plus I wouldn’t have fallen if you didn’t startle me.”

“Letting go in 3, 2…” you squeeze him tighter. “Seems to me you want me to save you.”

“Just help me stand up so I can finish taking out the trash.”

Kakashi chuckles, normally he’s not this playful but something about you tickles him. He enjoys baiting you and you take it every time. It’s out of character for him but he can’t help himself. He sets you upright but before you can grab the trash sack he grabs it for you and walks it over to the dumpster. 

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.” he walks back and then grabs you again, swinging you onto his back and giving you a piggyback ride over to the bakery. He can feel the heat coming from your core as it pushes up against his spine. Blood rushes below his belt and with maximum effort he has to will it to return to his mind.

“Stop, seriously, this is embarrassing. I know how to walk.”

“Your shoes were getting wet.”

“They’ve been wet for 12 hours.”

“Explains the smell.”

You grunt in frustration. “Can I help you with something?”

“I was going to ask that of you.”

“What is your problem? Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“I was just trying to be helpful. Is that so bad?”

Your insides twist. Yes it’s bad. It makes you want him but you don’t, not after last week. Not after seeing how easily he jumps into bed with other women. It hurt to watch it play out in front of you like that. You can’t get involved with him cause it will hurt even more when the inevitable end comes. You’re not willing to put yourself through that.

“Here” he squats down, allowing you to dismount. “Take off your shoes.”

“What?! No!”

“Just take them off.”

“I’m not taking off my shoes.”

“Fine then.” He bows and leaves. You thank the heavens before reflecting on how easily he gave up. He really just walked away like that? It seems out of character for a man who’s been dedicated to fighting for others his entire life. But at least you can finally get back to closing the store. You continue to tidy up the kitchen when a few minutes later you hear a knock on the door. 

“We’re closed!”

“I know, let me in.”

You freeze. Kakashi’s voice glues you to where you stand. “What do you want?”

“To be let in, as I said.”

“And why do you want to be let in?”

“Are you always like this?”

“Yes.”

Kakashi opens the locked back door of the shop, presumably with his skills as a shinobi. “Here, I brought you these.”

He passes you a pair of rain boots in your size. A detail that surprises you. And they matched your outfit. He’s observant…and a pain in the ass. 

“Thank you.” your gratitude is dry as you grasp the rubber tops of your new footwear. 

“You’re welcome. Now your feet will be dry as you walk home.” 

“How much do I owe you?”

He blinks back at you in confusion.

“For the boots. How much?”

“They’re a gift.”

“I can’t accept that.”

“I- it’s no big deal, really. I have plenty of money. A few yen on some boots won’t set me back.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Why do you keep trying to help me?”

“Why does it bother you?”

“Because…” how do you get out of this? How do you tell him to leave you alone without spilling the beans as to what’s really upsetting you? “Because I need to prove that I can do it by myself.”

“Prove it to who?”

“To me!”

He looks at you again. “I used to be like you.”

“I doubt that.”

“I did. I was talented, young, and stupid.”

“You calling me stupid?”

“I wanted to do everything by myself cause I was better than everyone else. I was the youngest, the brightest, the best. If I couldn’t do it then no one could. Except…” you find yourself leaning into him, waiting for him to continue, “except a lot of people died. They died because I didn’t understand teamwork. I didn’t listen to my comrades and I didn’t allow them to help me.” The look he gives you is stern and calm but there’s this layer of pain well cloaked beneath it all. “I learned the hard way, accept the help and trust your comrades. The only way to do it, is together. You need teamwork in life and to have teamwork, you need a team.”

“And I suppose you want to be a part of my team.” 

“You live in Konaha, you’re already a part of my team.”

You purse your lips at him. “Fine, thank you for the rainboots.”

“You’re welcome. Now, will you bite off my head if I ask to walk you home?”

“I will.”

“Then I wish you a good day.”

“Have a good day Kakashi.”

“I never told you my name.” He looks at you with intrigue so you bite back.

“You didn’t have to. You’re famous.”

He smiles at you. Part of him is surprised, part of him understanding. “Could I have your name then, since you know mine?”

“You already know my shoe size. I feel like that’s a fair trade.”

He just shakes his head. “Okay then. Have a good evening, mystery girl.”

His eyes linger on you longer than you’re comfortable with but you waive him away. The warmth that floods your flesh is inevitable as your mind replays the entire exchange while you finish closing the bakery. After this entire day all you want is to get home to take a warm shower but instead of focusing on that goal you’re stuck thinking of the Copy Ninja. Why must he be like this? So damn charming. He really is a heartbreaker and you’re the dofus who can’t get him out of your head. 

I am so screwed if I can’t get him to take a hint and beat it.

After a two week mission here I am again, at the Barbeque Bar, getting my usual, celebrating having a real meal to eat. It’s been four weeks since I’ve first spotted my mystery girl. It annoys me how much I think about her. She’s beautiful but so combative. I wonder if that’s normal where she’s from. Or maybe she’s just skeptical of any man who approaches her. But something about the way she pushes back makes me want her more, especially when she speaks in that accent of hers. She’s different from the other girls. She’s not lovesick, she doesn’t look at me with desperation, she’s just herself. It’s refreshing. 

I don’t feel like some goal around her. Most women approach me for one thing and it’s exhausting. Sure it’s convenient if that’s the kind of mood I’m in but for the most part it’s not what I want. I just want friends, connections, a way to feel close to the village after taking the people I loved most for granted all those years ago. Something about her presence brings me comfort.

“Hey Chen”

“What’s up Kakashi?”

I turn my attention to my favorite bartender, “Do you remember that foreign girl that was here last month? The really pretty one.”

“In the black dress?”

“Yes, the satin one.”

“I’m surprised you remember her. You seemed pretty out of it that day.”

“She has a memorable face.”

“Does she?”

“It seems you remember her just as well as I do, so I’d say yes.”

“Fair point.”

“Do you know anything about her? Maybe her name?”

I see Chen turn to his buddy. The two men exchange glances, with Chen’s counterpart giving his head a small shake. “Sorry Kakashi, I don’t really know much about her.”

“The two of you know something.”

“Nope.”

“What am I missing?”

Once again the other bartender gives Chen a look of warning. “We promised not to say anything.”

My pulse begins to race. What could that possibly mean? What could they be hiding? What is she hiding?

“Come on, it’s Kakashi, he has a right to know.”

“Know what?”

“She-”

“No Chen”

“Fuck it, she’s your soulmate, Kakashi.”

I sit there stunned, unsure what to make of it. Chen doesn’t believe in that shit and neither have I. “What do you mean she’s my soulmate? Have you been talking to Sakura again?”

“Well…kinda.”

“That was meant to be a joke.” I deadpan.

“It turns out your mystery girl has a soulmark in the shape of your family sigil.”

“What on earth is a soulmark?”

“A birthmark that looks like your soulmate.”

“You mean to tell me she has the Hatake square on her body and you two somehow know about this but agreed to keep it a secret? Why, cause she thinks it means we’re soulmates and she doesn’t want me to know?”

“More or less…yeah.”

“Are you sure you’re sober back there?”

“Stone cold.”

“Hold on, why doesn’t she want me to know?" Then I think on our interactions. "She doesn’t want to be with me.”

“Unfortunately”

“Why?” I blink, confused as to why she’s been battling with me every time we’ve met. What could I have possibly done to offend her? Is she dating someone else?

“Cause she watched you get drunk and dry hump Jasmine.”

Oh yeah… I pause but then realization spins to anger. I look at Chen who apparently knew I was sitting across from my soulmate “Why didn’t you stop me?”

“How were we supposed to know you’d do that?! You've never paid Jasmine any mind before! Besides, are you really interested in her? I didn’t think you believed in this stuff.”

“I-” my brain stutters, am I? Am I interested in being with her? I feel different around her. Happy, playful, and the way she looks at me, it makes me stiff just thinking about it. “Yes. Annoyingly, I haven’t stopped thinking about her all month. Now I know why.”

“Kakashi, be careful. I wouldn’t get too excited.”

I don’t care what he has to say. I stand up before he can finish because I need to find her. I need to tell her I know. I grab my plates of food and walk out with them, promising to return them tomorrow once I’ve finished eating the best barbeque the village has to offer. For now though, there’s no time to waste. I need to find my mystery girl. The bar staff call after me, saying I'm a lunatic and a thief as I walk through the front door with their dishware.

Aimlessly, I begin my walk home, brainstorming where she could possibly be. It’s too late in the day for her to be at the bakery, she works mornings. Do I really have to wait till morning? 

I stop by a flower stand on my way, balancing the bouquet with my plates as I move back to my home. 

Entering my kitchen, I set the plates down on the counter and focus my attention on the flowers in my fist. I clip the thorns and prune the extra leaves. Then I spin some of the blooms so they open a little wider and lastly I clip the stems so that the bouquet sits nicely in a vase I have on hand. They need to look perfect.

Once the flowers are just right, I return to my food but it’s suddenly hard to swallow. I’m too excited and nervous. Emotions that I’m not usually acquainted with. Is this what Team 7 feels when they go on a mission? I can’t imagine feeling this way when headed towards combat. 

My mind gets lost as I think about what to say, what to do. I’ve never wanted this with someone before but my brain has been filled with thoughts of her for weeks already. So am I actually surprised by this? I shouldn’t be. After pacing my kitchen, I decide I need a distraction. I choose to sit down and read. 

Icha Icha is a perfect reprieve. Focus on fictitious characters for a time so I can forget about the real girl that I want to bend over and thrust my weighty length inside of. But of course the plan nearly backfires. All I do while leafing through Jiraiya’s words is think about her. How much I want her. How badly I want to hold her down. How beautiful she’d look trapped under me, with her body squirming against mine. How it’d feel to suck on her neck. How she’d taste on my tongue. I want to hold power over her body and reign over her pleasure. I want her on her knees before me, salivating at my feet. I want it so bad that my body aches with need. By the end of the book’s pages I see that it’s 5 in the morning and now I’m geared up to make these fantasies a reality.

I grab the vase and sprint out of my home, and down the streets of the village. I’ve never felt nervous before but I guess there’s always a time for firsts. I slow my pace right before making it to the bakey, debating if it’ll actually be open this early. Probably not. So I decide to take the back entrance. I pick the lock easy enough and make my way in like I belong. She’s my woman after all, wherever she is, is where I should be too.

I wind through the back corridor, stopping just outside the kitchen. There she is, measuring ingredients while she has three different batches of pastries stirring in various mixers. The shape of her behind lures me in. My eyes are drawn to her figure with a magnetic pulse. I can’t stop myself. I walk in and clear my throat, trying my best not to startle her.

“Good Morning.”

Simultaneously she shrieks and spills flour all over the stainless steel captain’s table. “What the hell Kakashi?! What are you doing here at 5 in the morning?!”

White powder settles in her hair and adorably dusts her cheeks, making the rising red color more obvious than it would have been otherwise. Her anger which was zoned in on my face zooms out and her eyes drop to the flowers in my hand. Comprehension surfaces and she looks back up to my gaze.

“Who told you?”

“It doesn’t matter”

“It does. I need to know who I can’t trust.”

“It’s about who I trust, not about who you can’t.”

She surveys me up and down, something unreadable in her expression. “You believe it?”

“Yes.”

“Well I don’t.”

“Then why did you come to the bar?”

She shrugs and looks down. “Curiosity”

“And?”

Her eyes pan up to mine and she looks at me coldly “I’m not interested.”

“Cause I got drunk.”

“Cause you’re a slut.”

“I was hurting.”

“So was I.”

“I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t want you to know. I wanted to see what kind of man you are.”

“And what kind of man am I?”

“One who’s going to hurt me.”

“I’d never-”

“You will.”

She cuts me off before I can finish my sentence. “I wouldn’t. Please, you have no idea what I’ve been through. The lessons life has taught me. You don’t know how afraid I’d be to lose someone I love.”

“You don’t love me.”

“Yet.”

“I won’t give you the chance.”

“Because of one drunken night?”

“Because I know how this will end for me. It hurt, you know, to watch you all over her. To see you pull her in your lap and hump her in public. She’s in love with you and you used her.”

My gut clenches like it’s been stabbed. I feel needle sharp pains in my chest and abdomen. She speaks the truth. All I can do is defend. “I didn’t know.” I whisper. “But now I do. I want to try.”

“Try,” her voice gets high pitched and cracks. “that’s the problem. It’s an experiment, a trial, not a commitment, which leaves me out on my ass in the cold after a few months of you playing soulmate. I can’t do it! I won’t do it. I’m not going to put myself in that position.”

I don’t know what more to say. I don’t want to push her away by being selfish and forcing the subject, but maybe just one more try. “You and I both know how this will end. Deny it all you want but we’ve already been pushed together by fate twice. How many more times will it take before you cave?”

Her eyes narrow at mine. “I won’t cave.”

I want to tell her she’s wrong. She doesn’t know who she’s up against. She is mine, the universe said so. She’s marked for me. I am Kakashi of the Sharingan. I don’t lose. 

And in my effort to not lose, I choose to play it cool. I back down.

“Fine, if  that’s how you feel, I’ll respect it. But know this, now that I know about your little mark, you are the only woman for me. I will not settle for less. It’s you or no one at all.”

“Then prepare to be a lonely man.” She says in defiance, her accent thickening with severity. 

I can’t even bring myself to be angry with her; she’s just so adorable with that spark and determination clouding her expression. 

“I’m a patient man. I don’t mind waiting.”

She rolls her eyes at me and it takes every fiber of my will not to trap her jaw between my fingers and reprimand her for her disrespect. 

Instead I approach her, crowding her space with my presence as I place the vase of flowers behind her. My arm brushes against her’s as I set down the arrangement. I don’t miss how her eyes widen and how her breath hitches. 

A lonely man? Please. Knowing I have a game of cat and mouse waiting for me here at the village between missions, will mean this is the least lonely I’ve ever been. 

Game on mystery girl, game on.

I'm not sure if I want to write one or two more parts. I guess we'll find out as the story unfolds. I don't want to rush it but I'm so excited for you to see how it ends!

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6 I Masterlist

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[b1eedthefreak]

masterlist/about me

MASTERLIST

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QUICK INTRO

kayla she/her, before i was a writer i was an editor on instagram (@sanjixvc) and tik tok (@blossomkirk) had nothing to do with twd then i only edited animanga and bands i liked

my requests are always open, dms are always open, i write for everybody not just daryl, yes i write mlm, okay that’s all my quick intro read more below if still interested ^o^

ABOUT

buy me a coffee! (i use all tips to pay for my college classes, don’t ever feel obligated to send something!)

if you want to be an emoji anon just send an emoji in my inbox asking if you can be “x anon” :)

to find my non-fic posts, just look under the “୨ৎ kayla posts” hashtag :)

i speak spanish and english feel free to talk to me in whichever you feel most comfortable with!

if you don’t speak either that’s completely okay, translation apps exist for a reason! i will happily respond regardless :)

my name is Kayla! I’m a future Nueropsychologist who’s spending her time writing on tumblr…

im BIG on mental health, if anyone is struggling and needs someone to talk to, my dms are ALWAYS open. i major in neuroscience and am mental health technician certified, please confide in me if you ever feel alone.

i’m 18 & Mexican :3

im a very very very big yapper, i’d love to be friends don’t be scared to ask 🫰

your requests do NOT bother me whatsoever! never feel like you need to apologize for “flooding” my inbox, i promise you’re not and i love requests <3

feel free to send any requests! just give me the character and if f or m reader, you can also give me a super specific plot if you want too :)

YES! I’d love to be your moot!! if you message me or comment on any of my posts asking for moots i’ll follow back!

i love talking to people! feel free to message me, send an ask, etc! (ofc request things too!)

i am a scholar by day and writer by night...

i post my thoughts on here all the time too along with my writings

INTERESTS

media: walking dead (season 9 so far), invincible, alice in borderland, one piece, jik, dexter, breaking bad

music: alice in chains, soundgarden, pearl jam, metallica, arctic monkeys, frank ocean, newjeans, rauw alejandro, lana del rey, lots more! (my username is from the alice in chains song :3)

other: fortnite, cats, squishmallows, anime

[callme-holly]

I want ti request a female character for Benny Cross, the description of the character is someone originally from the Chicago area. They are returning home because they’re dad died so they have to clean out the house, etc. Maybe they are like a librarian which means they are booksmart as well as being kid of rebellious & free-spirited. They have also loved in different places like California (where they met “Cal”), west Berlin (the “free side”), Istanbul (Turkey), & the Australian outback. You can pick any story that might fit anything, but I would like how Benny & her would first meet.

I really appreciate it soo much cause I read all the Benny Cross already and we need soo much more!

𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 [benny cross x reader]

a/n: sorry for any typos, my brain is fried rn. but my inbox is open for requests so send them in i beg (pretty please)

The moment you stepped over the threshold, it was clear the house hadn’t been touched in weeks, the scent of dust and lingering wood polish hanging in the air like a bad memory. It was like grief sealed up in a vacuum bag, the kind of smell that clings to you and makes everything feel heavier.

Everything looked just as it had done when you left, like it hadn’t changed: the same yellowy wallpaper, the same books on the same shelves, the wood lighter and more grazed, the same carpet, and the same furniture.

You’d never thought you’d come back, at least not for this. Never to sit here, in the middle of your childhood home, packing your dad’s belongings away in a cardboard box, sealed tight with tape, never to see the light of day again.

Gone. Just like him.

The record player, his boots, photos, and dog-eared books he’d never finished. All of it was set aside with a strong sense of grief you tried to ignore, like a bad cold that wouldn’t go away.

To keep yourself from losing it, you managed to scrape yourself a job, some little library thing that made the days not seem so lonely and oppressive.

It was quieter there, quieter than the market-lined streets of Istanbul or the dry wind of the Outback. A silence that lifted a significant weight off your chest.

It was there you met Kathy; she was nice enough, decent to talk to and could keep a conversation running for hours. She was a nice break away from all the heavy things in your life, an escape from the clouds which would roll in steadily, threatening to flood your brain with unwanted emotions.

It was a Saturday, about a week after your arrival, that she finally noticed your lingering sadness.

“You could use a drink,” she muttered, looking you up and down slowly, a strange concern lingering behind her eyes. “There’s a place not too far from here. A little rough, but you get used to it.”

The scoff that left you was unfiltered, not sugarcoating your mocking at the idea. “I ain’t exactly Miss Chicago Social. I’d made shit company, hon. Trust me.” 

She watched as you moved about the shelves, stacking them, reordering the books, and cursing out anyone who moved them under your breath.

“Nobody said you had to be.” She smiled. That damn smile that seemed to rope you into anything. Even if it meant going for a drink you didn’t want but desperately needed.

The bar was everything Kathy had promised it would be: rough, the kind of place you’d avoid. It reeked of smoke, alcohol and something stale you didn’t want to know the source of. The guys inside were worse.

The moment they saw you, they were hooting and hollering, jeering up a storm that was only silenced when you shoved their grabbing, needy hands away from your hips.

“Jesus, are they touch-starved ‘round here?” You whispered, sitting down on one of the chairs, ignoring the way it creaked under you. Unstable. Just like the rest of this place and its occupants.

“Like I said, you’ll get used to it. Or stop caring.” She made it sound so simple, like she knew them too well, and she probably did. Occasionally, she’d exchange greetings with some of them that walked past, leaving you in an awkward silence that felt so much worse than the quiet that would surround you back at your father’s now very empty home.

She was caught up in a conversation with someone when you decided to tolet your gaze wander, raking over every little grimy detail: all dark wood, a jukebox warbling some garbled tune in the corner, the people too loud to even hear the song.

It wasn’t your scene. Not by a long shot. It couldn’t be anyone’s scene unless they were looking for a fight.

You turned to scan the crowd: leather, bold tattoos, loud women and louder men.

The door opened with a groan, its hinges blanketed with rust crying out in protest. You didn't mean to look, but you did.

He stepped in like he'd walked out of an old photograph, everything about him a sharp contrast to the others. He was pretty in a rough sort of way, if that was even possible. He didn't smile or nod. Just strode in with a confidence that radiated like heat from the sun, scanning the room with a focus that was unbreakable.

And then he noticed you.

Not a glance. A look. Long, lingering. Like he was trying to figure out who the hell you were and where the fuck you came from.

"That's Benny Cross." You startled suddenly at the sound of Kathy's voice, cutting through your thoughts and causing your face to heat up. "Don't stare too long. He's not the type to leave things unfinished."

"Is he a regular?"

"He's a vandal. That jacket ain't just a decoration."

It wasn't a direct answer, but it said enough. You turned back to your drink, fingers idly tracing the rim of your glass, which had gone untouched since you'd sat. You kept your eyes down, focused solely on the pattern of the table, the sticky surface, and the grainy wood. You tried to ignore the movement opposite you, tried to ignore the scrape of the empty barstool, and the shift in the air. Leather creaked, and the scent of smoke and cheap cologne hit you.

"You're new," His voice was low, rough in a way that makes your stomach tie itself into knots, butterflies running rampant in your chest.

You didn't look up, not yet. Kathy was silent, watching. "You're not the first to point that out."

He gave a dry chuckle in response, leaning back, arms crossed over his chest, flashing you multiple tattoos which you would gladly observe for hours if you didn't feel so humiliated. "Well, you ain't too good at hiding it."

You look up at that, meeting his eyes, slow and steady. He didn't flinch, didn't flitter or break away. He just stayed observing you, like you were some creature in an exhibit that needed studying.

"D'you always harass strangers like this?"

Benny shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Only the ones that look like they don't belong."

You snorted softly at that, the sound drowned out by the roar of laughter erupting from a nearby table. You picked up your glass, with no true intention of drinking from it, but simply to do something with your hands.

"I'm guessing you didn't come for the ambience." He grunted, and you looked at him again, brows raised.

"No," you replied finally. "Didn't come for much of anything. I was dragged here."

Kathy made an uncommittal noise beside you, and Benny chuckled. "Sure, she meant well."

You merely hummed in response. "I'm sure. She thinks a drink and a conversation are enough to fix a broken heart."

You glanced over at her, eyes begging for her to swoop in and save you, but she just sat silent. Amused. Watching.

"That's what you got? Broken heart?" Benny leaned forward at that, and you nodded.

The scoff you let out wasn't bitter—just empty, tired. "Something like that."

His smirk faded just slightly, enough to let an ounce of sincerity shine through, a small flicker of sorrow easing anything negative you were searching for.

"You got a name?"

You hesitated. Something in the way he asked made it feel heavier than it should. Like it was more than just a way to get to know you. Like his intentions were far from formal.

Still, you gave it to him, whispered softly against the rowdy backdrop.

He repeated it and hummed. "pretty", no leer, no lilt, no mocking. Just pure, unadulterated honesty.

You looked at him again, longer this time, reading the leather, the patches, the scars, and the roughness of his hands. There was a moment, a beat, where the din of the air seemed to fall away. Your eyes didn't stray from his. His didn't either. He didn't smile, but neither did you.

Something passed between you. Unnamed. Unknown.

"You got plans after this, librarian?" Benny leaned forward just enough for you to catch his words and your eyes widening in surprise.

"How did you—"

He smirked and shrugged. "I have my ways."

And at that, you almost cracked a smile.

"I don't have plans," you muttered. "No, really."

"Good," he nodded, finishing off his cigarette in one smooth drag and flicking it aside. "Then I'm walkin' you home."

It wasn't a question.

And against all reason, you didn't tell him now.

[marvelstoriesepic]

✿ 2k Drabble Challenge ✿

Welcome, my sweet beans!! 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

This is the option of my poll from a week ago that received the most votes, so here we are now. I'm so excited for this!!

I've been feeling a little stuck in a writing slump lately, and I'm hoping this sweet little challenge will help me shake that off and get the words flowing again.

I've had such a strong start into this year and I don’t want it to end yet. This might be exactly the push I need to keep going - and I am so looking forward to creating something with and for you!! ♡

Thank you so much to everyone who voted and congratulated me for this incredible milestone!! If your choice didn’t win, don’t worry. During this poll I've been thinking about doing a writing challenge myself, so I guess you will get to see one within this year. And I know myself, so I believe I will still run a WIP poll soon because I often hit that moment where I don’t know what project to work on next.

Below you will find everything you need to know, how to send a prompt, the guidelines, and a mix-and-match pairing list to help inspire your ideas! Can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Divider by @saradika ♡

What is this?

To celebrate reaching 2k followers I will be writing drabbles (1-2k words) based on prompts that you send me. ❁ ✿ ❀

All of these stories will feature Bucky x Reader

How to participate:

You can leave your prompt in either:

✿ The comments of this post

✿ My inbox

Rules and Guidelines:

✿ I only write for Bucky Barnes.

✿ I'm sorry for this, but to participate I would like you to be a follower of my blog. This is a follower celebration post, after all, and I will only take prompts from my sweethearts. This is not meant to make anyone follow me, but I think it’s fair that way.

✿ I will not write smut, non-con, dub-con, or anything dark - please keep prompts SFW and respectful. It can be slightly suggestive but I will not go into details in that regard. (And please nothing about Bucky and reader being Exes because that is triggering for me as weird as it sounds)

✿ One prompt per follower, but my sweet mutuals can send up to three (because I love y'all and your brains)

✿ Prompts can be a vibe, a scenario, a dynamic, a little scene idea, a quote, anything you creative people come up with.

✿ You are welcome to request:

-> a small scene for a fic of mine that’s already posted

-> something I haven’t explored yet, choosing from the list below

-> something else entirely (your own idea)

✿ Feel free to provide as much detail as you wish regarding what you’d like me to write, but please remember that the story will (likely) not exceed 2k words.

✿ The deadline to send me prompts is April 20th [12pm (EST)/6pm (CEST)]

✿ I'm really not sure how many requests will come in - it could be a handful, or it could be a flood - so I may shorten or extend the deadline depending on what feels right for me and how things go. I will keep you all updated, of course!

Mix & Match AUs for Inspiration:

Pick an AU for Bucky + one for Reader (or make up your own)! Combine them however you want, and give me a prompt to go with it.

You do not have to give me a pairing at all, or choose one from this list! This is simply to provide you with a few suggestions and perhaps spurt some ideas. If you prefer to create something yourself, then you are, of course, very welcome to do that ♡

If you have some more ideas for those pairings, then I would happily take those and add them here. Please let me know in the comments, so if I should miss something, others can see it too.

𑁍 Bucky AUs 𑁍

✿ Mechanic ✿ Lumberjack ✿ Tattoo Artist ✿ Bartender ✿ Florist ✿ Veteran ✿ Store Owner ✿ Customer ✿ Biker ✿ Delivery Guy ✿ Avenger ✿ Librarian ✿ Athlete ✿ College student/athlete ✿ Park Ranger ✿ Cowboy ✿ Thief ✿ Bandit ✿ CEO ✿ Roofer ✿ Ranch owner ✿ Neighbor ✿ Roommate ✿ Doctor ✿ Pilot ✿ Shop Owner ✿ Pirate ✿ Knight ✿ Prince ✿ Bodyguard ✿ Flight Attendant ✿ Photographer ✿ Security Guard ✿ Personal Trainer ✿ Boxer ✿ FBI Agent ✿ Detective ✿ Frat ✿ Police Officer ✿ Market Stand Owner/Helper ✿ Outlaw ✿ Racer ✿ Babysitter ✿ Childhood friend ✿ Rival ✿ Stripper ✿ Best friend's brother ✿ Hopeless Romantic ✿ Grumpy ✿ Sunshine ✿ Fake boyfriend ✿ Modern ✿ Life Guard ✿ Bounty Hunter ✿ Fugitive ✿ Farmer ✿ Farm/Ranch Hand ✿ Sheriff ✿ Fuckboy ✿ Gym Trainer ✿ Chef ✿ Ex-Military ✿ Husband ✿ Archangel ✿ Witness to […] ✿ Baker's son ✿ Rancher ✿ DJ ✿ Musician ✿ Actor ✿ Movie Maker ✿ Lawyer ✿ Spy ✿ best friend ✿ 40s ✿ Winter Soldier

𑁍 Reader AUs 𑁍

✿ Cheerleader ✿ Mechanic ✿ Barista ✿ Volunteer at […] ✿ Neighbor ✿ College student/athlete ✿ […] Student ✿ Sorority girl ✿ Roommate ✿ Florist ✿ Musician ✿ (Hobby) Singer ✿ Therapist ✿ Librarian ✿ Nurse ✿ Vet ✿ Doctor ✿ Witch ✿ Nymph ✿ Healer ✿ Shop/Store Owner ✿ Customer ✿ Seamstress ✿ Time Traveler ✿ FBI Agent ✿ Detective ✿ Police Officer ✿ Personal Assistent ✿ Racer ✿ Civilian ✿ Widow ✿ SHIELD Agent ✿ Journalist ✿ VIP ✿ Babysitter ✿ Rival ✿ Enhanced ✿ Pet Owner ✿ Market Stand Owner/Helper ✿ ✿ Villain ✿ Hopeless Romantic ✿ Grumpy ✿ Sunshine ✿ Fake girlfriend ✿ Pilot ✿ Flight attendant ✿ Bounty Hunter ✿ Fugitive ✿ Medic ✿ Bartender ✿ Waitress ✿ Ranch Owner's Daughter ✿ Model ✿ Gym Trainer ✿ Wedding Planner ✿ Teacher ✿ Divorced ✿ Married ✿ Wife ✿ Childhood friends ✿ Witness to […] ✿ Princess ✿ Maid ✿ Baker's daughter ✿ Horse Whisperer ✿ Nail tech ✿ Event Planner ✿ Stripper ✿ Farmer ✿ Rancher ✿ Siren ✿ Underground Hacker ✿ Bounty Hunter ✿ Vigilante ✿ Actress ✿ Spy ✿ Servant ✿ Pirate

After the Challenge:

Once the deadline has passed and I've finished writing, I'll post a Masterlist of all the drabbles so everything is in one place for you to read through and hopefully enjoy! ♡ ♡

This gives you time to put thought into your prompt, and it gives me the time I need to write.

If you have any questions, please please please ask me. There may have been something I missed mentioning, or you’re not sure about a certain point. I'm always here to answer.

Thank you for everything! I'm so grateful to be in this space with you all. I love you, my honeybuns!! Stay save and heathy!! I can’t wait to see what you send me. 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

[moonselune]

My app crashed the first time I tried to ask this, so if you have 1/3 of an ask like this somewhere in your inbox Im sorry! I was hoping to request the lady companions reactions to realizing Tav is some sort of night creature after they repeatedly become agitated around large amounts of blood. Blown pupils, shallow breathing, restless hands and some grinding of the teeth. Tav confesses to being a Dhampir, born of a vampire and a human, they also confess that they havent drank blood since they were a child who knew no better. Please and as always, Thank you!!

yes i love this i love playing around with different dnd races

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

The two of you were sparring as you always did, the rhythmic clashing of your weapons echoing through the camp. Karlach was laughing, her bright eyes lit with joy and her wild hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. You loved seeing her like this—free, vibrant, full of life. It was a stark contrast to the horrors you’d both endured, and it made every moment with her that much sweeter.

But in the heat of the moment, she misjudged a step, stumbling over an uneven patch of ground, and her axe slipped from her grasp. She tried to catch herself, but her momentum carried her forward, and she ended up scraping her arm against the rough stone. A hiss of pain escaped her lips, and you instantly dropped your weapon, moving to her side.

“Karlach, are you alright?” you asked, concern flooding your voice.

“It’s nothing, just a scratch,” she reassured you, but the scent of her blood was already hanging heavy in the air, coppery and warm. And something inside you twisted, pulled tight, then snapped.

You tried to swallow, but your throat was dry. Your breathing grew ragged, your pupils dilating, and a desperate hunger began clawing its way to the surface. You took a step back, your hand shaking as you reached up to cover your mouth, feeling your teeth grind together in an attempt to suppress the urge.

You wanted to turn away, to run, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the crimson trickling down Karlach’s arm. It was all you could focus on, the world narrowing to that single line of blood.

Karlach frowned, concern etched on her features as she took a step closer.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Why do you look so…?” Her voice trailed off as realization dawned, her eyes widening. “You’re… you’re shaking. Why?”

You closed your eyes, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it was slipping.

“Karlach, I… I need to tell you something,” you whispered, voice barely more than a rasp. “Something I should have told you a long time ago.”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving your face. “I’m listening.”

You took a shuddering breath, feeling your heart hammering in your chest as you forced the words out.

“I’m a Dhampir. Born of a vampire and a human. It means I have their hunger… their craving for blood. And I—" You struggled to find the words, shame burning in your chest. “I haven’t fed since I was a child. Since I didn’t know any better.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, terrified of what you might see. Would she be disgusted? Afraid? You’d always feared this moment, the truth unraveling everything you’d built together.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Karlach’s voice was soft, gentle, not the angry or fearful tone you’d been expecting. You dared to glance up, and you were met with eyes that were filled not with judgment but with understanding.

“I… I didn’t want you to see me as a monster. I thought if I could just keep it hidden, I’d be fine. But your blood, Karlach… I’m sorry. It’s so hard to control sometimes.”

She took another step closer, and you flinched, expecting her to pull away. Instead, she cupped your face with her hand, her thumb brushing over your cheek.

“You’re not a monster. You’re my love,” she said firmly, her eyes never wavering from yours. “You’ve kept this part of yourself hidden for so long… You must have been so scared.”

“I was,” you admitted, voice cracking. “I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Least of all, you.”

Karlach let out a breathy laugh, the kind that made her shoulders shake just a little.

“Babe, you think a little blood is gonna scare me off?” She tilted your chin up so you’d look her in the eyes. “I’ve seen things, terrible things, things that would make most people turn tail and run. But I’m still here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

You couldn’t hold back the tears that slipped down your cheeks, the relief so overwhelming it made your knees weak. “But… what if I can’t control it?”

She pulled you into her arms, her grip strong and steady, the warmth of her body grounding you in the moment.

“Then we’ll figure it out together,” she whispered into your hair. “If you need blood, you’ll have mine. I’m tougher than I look.”

You pulled back, searching her eyes, trying to find any hint of hesitation, but there was none. All you saw was love, fierce and unyielding, the kind of love that would go to war for you. “You mean that?”

“With all my heart,” she said, pressing her forehead to yours. “But let’s take it one step at a time, alright?”

You nodded, the weight of your confession lifting as Karlach held you close, her heartbeat steady and strong against your own. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“No, thank you,” she murmured back, her lips brushing against your temple. “For trusting me enough to let me see all of you. Even the parts you thought were unlovable.”

And as you stood there, wrapped in her warmth, the hunger still gnawing at the edges of your mind, you felt a little less alone, a little less monstrous.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

The night was quiet, save for the crackling fire that threw flickering shadows against the stone walls of your tent. You sat across from Minthara, your lover, your gaze lingering on her as she spoke of her recent skirmish. The way her lips moved, the subtle arch of her brow, the power in her voice—every detail captivated you, made your heart pound with a mix of desire and anxiety.

But tonight, it wasn't the usual flutter of longing. Tonight, something else simmered beneath the surface, something primal, something you'd suppressed for so many years. You tried to keep it hidden, tried to maintain control, but you could feel the way your breath hitched, the way your pupils dilated until your eyes were nearly black. Your fingers twitched, restless, aching to grab onto something—anything—to steady yourself. Your teeth ground together, an old habit you'd picked up long ago, back when you first realized the hunger inside you would never fully go away.

Minthara noticed, of course. She always did. Her sharp eyes narrowed as she took in your restless movements, the tension in your posture, and without hesitation, she closed the distance between you.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice soft but firm. "What has you so agitated?"

You swallowed hard, feeling the sharp edges of your fangs brushing against your lower lip. You had kept this secret for so long, terrified of what it might mean, of what she might think. But the need had grown too strong, the yearning too unbearable. It was time to tell her the truth, no matter the consequences.

"I'm a Dhampir," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it aloud would somehow make it more real. "Born from a union between a vampire and a human."

Her eyes widened, the golden light of the fire dancing in her gaze. She didn't say anything, didn't move, just stared at you with that intensity she always had, the one that made you feel like she was peeling back every layer of you, seeing every hidden part.

You took a shaky breath, pushing forward before you could lose your nerve.

"I haven't fed on blood since I was a child. I didn’t know any better then, and when I realized what I was, I swore I wouldn’t indulge that side of me." You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms. "But lately… it's getting harder to control. Especially around you."

The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy, until finally, Minthara moved. Her hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a vice-like grip, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.

"You haven't fed since you were a child?" she repeated, her voice low and dangerous, tinged with disbelief. "Why?"

You flinched, half-expecting her to recoil in disgust or horror, but she only tightened her grip, pulling you closer until you could feel her breath against your skin.

"Because I didn’t want to become like them," you whispered, the fear and shame you'd carried for so long spilling out with each word. "I didn’t want to be a monster."

Her other hand came up to your chin, tilting your head until you were forced to meet her gaze. There was no fear in her eyes, no revulsion—only a fierce protectiveness and a touch of sadness.

"You are not a monster," she said, her voice like velvet, rich and commanding. "You are my love, and you have been starving yourself out of some misguided sense of control."

You blinked, stunned, as she released your wrist and shifted closer, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw, the curve of your lips.

"This hunger is a part of you," she murmured, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "It is not something to fear or suppress. It is simply… you."

You shuddered, your body trembling with a mix of relief and yearning as her words sank in.

"I don’t want to hurt you," you confessed, your voice breaking. "I don’t want to hurt anyone."

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, fierce and full of pride.

"You won’t," she assured you. "Because I will not allow it." She leaned in, her lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You say you haven’t fed since you were a child? Then it is high time you do so."

You pulled back, staring at her in disbelief. "Minthara, I can’t—"

"You can," she interrupted, her tone brooking no argument. She pulled out her dagger, her eyes never leaving yours, and cut down on her wrist, hard, until blood welled up around the wound. She held it out to you, the rich, coppery scent filling the air, making your mouth water. "Take it."

You stared at her, your resolve crumbling, the hunger gnawing at your insides, demanding you accept her offer.

"I don’t want to hurt you," you whispered again, but it was weaker this time, less convincing. Minthara rolled her eyes, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

"You could never hurt me, my love. But if you won’t take from me," she continued, her voice growing serious, "I will go out and find someone else for you. Someone willing. You will not starve yourself any longer. Not while I’m here."

You swallowed hard, your throat dry as you watched the blood drip from her wrist, each drop like a drumbeat in your ears. Your eyes flicked up to meet hers, and you saw nothing but determination, nothing but love. Slowly, tentatively, you took her offered wrist in your hands, feeling the warmth of her skin, the steady pulse of her heartbeat beneath your fingers.

She watched you, her gaze steady and unyielding, and you knew this was her choice. That she wanted to do this for you, to share this with you. And that thought, more than anything else, gave you the courage to finally give in.

You brought her wrist to your lips, hesitating for only a moment before you let your fangs sink into her flesh, a soft gasp escaping her as you began to drink. The taste of her blood was rich and warm, flooding your senses, and you couldn’t help the low moan that escaped your throat, the hunger that had been clawing at you for so long finally, blissfully, sated.

Minthara’s free hand came up to cradle the back of your head, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer, her voice low and breathless.

"That’s it," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. "Take what you need."

You did. You drank deeply, your body trembling with the sheer intensity of the experience, with the feeling of being accepted, of being loved despite the darkness within you. When you finally pulled away, panting, blood smeared across your lips, Minthara leaned in, her forehead resting against yours, her own breath ragged.

"Never again," she whispered, her voice fierce and commanding. "You will never deny yourself again. Do you understand?"

You nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you wrapped your arms around her, holding her close.

"I understand," you whispered back, the words a promise, a vow. "I understand."

And for the first time in a long while, you felt at peace.

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Lae'zel:

The two of you had been sparring in the training grounds, blades flashing in the late afternoon sun. It was a familiar dance, one that you and Lae'zel had perfected over the months spent together. You moved with precision, and she moved with ferocity—both of you pushing each other to the limits. Her strength always thrilled you, the way her muscles tensed and flexed, the way she seemed so utterly in control of herself and her surroundings.

But in one particularly fierce exchange, Lae'zel miscalculated her step. Your sword deflected hers with more force than either of you anticipated, and the tip nicked the exposed skin of her arm. It was just a shallow cut, nothing serious, but enough to draw blood. You saw it first—red against her pale green skin, slowly trickling down her forearm—and your breath hitched.

The scent hit you next, thick and coppery, more intoxicating than any wine. Your vision swam for a moment, and you blinked hard, trying to clear it. But it was no use. You could feel it, that terrible, gnawing hunger clawing its way up your throat, something deep within you that you had buried so long ago, now rising to the surface.

You staggered back, desperately trying to gain control, but your eyes wouldn’t leave the crimson stain on her arm.

“Lae’zel,” you rasped, your voice hoarse, “you’re bleeding.”

Lae’zel glanced down at her arm with a mild annoyance, lifting it to inspect the wound.

“Tch. It is nothing,” she said dismissively, but her eyes flicked to you, and her expression shifted. “You… you look unwell.”

You shook your head, but you couldn’t hide the way your pupils had blown wide, the way your hands trembled. You swallowed hard, fighting the urge to lick your lips. “Lae’zel, I… I need to tell you something.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head to the side. “Then speak, lover. This is no time for riddles.”

You drew in a shuddering breath. “I’m a Dhampir, Lae’zel. Born of a vampire and a human.” You hesitated, watching for her reaction, but she remained impassive, waiting for you to continue. “I haven’t fed on blood since I was a child, when I didn’t know any better. I’ve kept this part of myself hidden because I never wanted to… to hurt anyone.”

The silence that followed was heavy, oppressive. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze, fearing what you might find there. You waited for the disgust, the anger, the rejection. Instead, you heard a snort—a familiar, almost amused sound that made you look up in surprise.

“You are a fool,” Lae’zel said, her tone bordering on exasperation. “This is what causes you such distress?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

She rolled her eyes, stepping forward as if this was the most mundane revelation she’d ever heard.

“You require blood to survive. You are not the first creature to do so. This is no great tragedy.” She gestured dismissively, as if brushing aside the very notion of your confession. “I shall find you blood. There are plenty who would willingly give it, or I will hunt down something suitable.”

“You’re… you’re not horrified?” you asked, still reeling from her reaction.

“Horrified?” Lae’zel barked out a short, harsh laugh. “If anything, I am irritated that you have denied yourself what you need. You are my mate, my partner. How do you expect to fight, to survive, if you are constantly battling against your own nature?” She shook her head, as if the answer were so painfully obvious. “This is no issue. It is simply another part of you. A part that I will care for, as I do all others.”

You stared at her, unable to process her nonchalance, the way she dismissed what you’d thought would be an insurmountable obstacle. “You… you really don’t mind?”

Lae’zel stepped closer, her fingers reaching out to tilt your chin up so you had no choice but to meet her eyes. There was no fear there, no revulsion. Just that fierce, unyielding strength that you had always admired. “I have chosen you, and I do not choose lightly. If blood is what you need, then blood is what you shall have. This changes nothing.”

You felt the tension drain out of you, the fear and the shame you’d carried for so long melting away in the face of her acceptance.

“Thank you,” you whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t… I didn’t know how you’d react.”

“You underestimate me,” she said, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. “But do not do so again.” Her eyes flicked to the wound on her arm, and she held it up to you, the blood still fresh. “Take it,” she commanded.

You recoiled instinctively, shaking your head. “No, I can’t—”

“Take it,” Lae’zel repeated, more forcefully this time. “You have denied yourself long enough. Now, drink.”

Trembling, you reached out, your fingers brushing over her skin. She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, she watched you with a steady gaze, as if daring you to defy her. And with a tentative breath, you leaned in, your lips pressing against the cut. The taste of her blood flooded your senses—rich, warm, and overwhelmingly powerful. It made your entire body shiver, a sensation so intense it left you breathless.

Lae’zel’s fingers tightened in your hair, holding you there as you drank, her voice a low, commanding growl. “Good. Now you will not suffer.”

You pulled back, licking your lips, feeling more alive, more whole than you had in years. “You’re… you’re not going to lecture me, are you?”

She snorted again, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “No. But the next time you feel this hunger, you will come to me. I will not have my mate weakened by foolish pride.”

You nodded, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “Thank you, Lae’zel. For everything.”

She cupped your face with both hands, her touch surprisingly gentle.

“Do not thank me,” she said, pressing her forehead against yours. “Simply remember this: you are mine, and I do not tolerate weakness. Together, we will ensure you remain strong. Always.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, leaning into her touch, feeling the warmth of her skin against your own.

“Always,” you whispered, and for the first time in a long while, you truly believed it.

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Shadowheart:

The two of you had been exploring the outskirts of the forest, collecting herbs for potions and bandages. It was a simple, quiet day, one of those rare moments of peace that felt almost stolen amidst the chaos of the world. Shadowheart hummed softly to herself as she reached for a particularly stubborn plant, yanking it free with a bit too much force. The thorny stem nicked her finger, and a small bead of blood welled up, dark red against her pale skin.

You didn’t think much of it at first. It was a tiny cut, barely more than a scratch, but then the scent hit you—rich and metallic, filling the air in a way that made your head spin. You tried to turn away, to focus on anything else, but it was too late. The hunger that you had buried so deep, the hunger you had forced into submission for years, suddenly reared its head.

Your breathing quickened, your vision narrowed, and you felt your fangs ache in your mouth. The world seemed to blur around you, and all you could see was the crimson drop slowly sliding down Shadowheart’s finger. You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms, desperate to regain control, but your body refused to listen.

Shadowheart looked up then, catching the way you trembled, the way your eyes were locked onto her bleeding finger.

“Are you alright?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

You tried to answer, but your throat felt dry, your mouth parched. You could only shake your head, forcing the words out one at a time. “Shadowheart, I… I need to tell you something.”

She stepped closer, the concern deepening. “What is it? You’re shaking.”

“I… I’m a Dhampir,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m half-vampire, half-human. Born from both. I haven’t… I haven’t tasted blood since I was a child. I swore I wouldn’t, that I’d never become what my bloodline demands.”

Her eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. “You’re a…?” She trailed off, looking at you, then at her bleeding finger. “And my blood—”

“It’s setting me off,” you admitted, shame burning in your chest. “I’m sorry, I’ve tried so hard to keep it under control, but sometimes… sometimes it’s too much.” You clenched your fists tighter, nails cutting into your skin, trying to use the pain to ground yourself. “I didn’t want you to see this side of me.”

For a long moment, she said nothing, just staring at you. You braced yourself for her disgust, her rejection. But instead, a slow, wicked grin spread across her face, and she stepped even closer.

“You know,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a sultry tone, “I’ve always found that sort of thing incredibly hot.”

You blinked, utterly taken aback. “What?”

Shadowheart shrugged, the grin still playing at her lips. “I mean, it’s not every day you find out your lover is a Dhampir, denying their primal instincts for your sake. It’s… well, it’s rather attractive, if I’m being honest.”

A laugh burst out of you before you could stop it, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once. You, terrified of rejection, and here she was, turned on by it all.

“Are you serious?” you managed to say, still chuckling. “You’re actually… into this?”

Shadowheart rolled her eyes, giving you a playful scowl. “Yes, I’m serious. Everyone is allowed their fantasies, you know. I happen to find this one quite intriguing.” She took your hand, lifting it to her lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “You should be glad I’m coming to you with it and not, say, Astarion. He’d never let you hear the end of it.”

You laughed again, the tension finally melting away. “You’re unbelievable,” you said, shaking your head. “Here I am, confessing the darkest part of myself, and you’re just… rolling with it.”

“Well, you did say you hadn’t fed since you were a child, didn’t you?” she pointed out, her tone teasing. “I’d say that makes you more disciplined than most. Besides, I trust you.”

“You trust me?” you echoed, the words sinking into your heart like a balm. “Even with this?”

“Especially with this,” she said, her expression softening. “I know you would never hurt me. Not like this.”

You felt a warmth spread through you, one that had nothing to do with bloodlust and everything to do with the woman standing before you.

“You’re something else, Shadowheart, my love,” you murmured, pulling her close, your forehead resting against hers. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” she whispered, her breath warm against your lips. “Just… next time, if you need it, if it gets to be too much… you come to me. I’ll be here.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you promised, and when she kissed you, it tasted sweeter than any blood ever could.

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Jaheira:

The two of you had been on a routine mission, a simple patrol near the outskirts of your camp when Jaheira, your beloved, cut her arm on a jagged branch. It was a minor wound, barely a scratch by her standards, but as you watched the crimson streak of blood well up and slide down her tanned skin, something inside you stirred.

You fought against it, as you always did, tried to keep the hunger buried beneath layers of self-control. But your senses were sharper than they’d been in a long time, your body seemingly reacting on instinct. Your heart started to race, your breathing growing shallow, and your hands began to twitch with barely restrained need. Jaheira glanced up at you, arching an eyebrow.

"Are you alright, my love?" she asked, voice tinged with concern.

You struggled to respond, your mouth suddenly dry. "I… I need to tell you something, Jaheira," you finally managed, forcing the words out. “Something I’ve kept hidden for a long time.”

She looked at you, eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of worry creeping into her features. “What is it?”

“I’m… a Dhampir,” you confessed, swallowing hard. “Half-vampire, half-human. Born of both.” You glanced down, unable to meet her gaze. “I haven’t fed on blood since I was a child. I’ve always fought against that part of myself.”

Jaheira stared at you for a long moment before she threw her head back and laughed—a loud, genuine sound that echoed through the forest.

“Oh, you’re good,” she said, still chuckling, “For a moment there, you almost had me believing you.”

You blinked, taken aback. “I’m serious, Jaheira.”

She snorted, shaking her head. “Sure you are. I’ve lived a long life, you know. I think I’d have noticed if my lover was a blood-sucking creature of the night.” She smirked, patting your cheek affectionately. “Next, you’ll tell me you’re secretly a dragon or that I’ve been harboring a Mindflayer in my bedroll.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. This was going to be more difficult than you’d thought.

“No, really,” you insisted, “I mean it. I can’t stand the sight of garlic. I’m immune to poisons, and I have to actively avoid looking into mirrors because my reflection is… well, less than reliable.”

Jaheira chuckled again, clearly still unconvinced.

“Oh, and do you also burst into flames in the sunlight? Should I be worried about you during the day, then?” she teased, nudging you with her elbow.

You groaned, feeling the frustration build. “For the love of… Jaheira, look!” You grabbed a nearby rock, sharp enough to prick your finger, and allowed a drop of your own blood to bead up. You held it up to her, watching as the crimson droplet shimmered faintly, not quite like a normal human’s.

She paused, eyes narrowing as she inspected it. “Alright, so your blood looks a little different. But that doesn’t prove—”

“Fine,” you muttered, exasperated. “I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice.” You took a deep breath and bared your teeth. Slowly, carefully, you extended your fangs—small but unmistakably sharp—until they gleamed in the dim light.

Jaheira’s laughter died instantly, replaced by a look of wide-eyed surprise. She blinked, staring at your fangs for a few moments, and then looked back up at you, her expression shifting to one of dawning realization. “You’re… you’re not joking.”

You shook your head. “No, Jaheira, I’m not.”

She was silent for a beat longer, then burst into laughter again, though this time it was a softer, more affectionate sound.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she said, shaking her head. “All these years, and I never would’ve guessed.” She reached up, brushing her fingers against your cheek. “You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

You felt your shoulders relax, the tension easing at her acceptance.

“You’re not… horrified?” you asked, still half-expecting her to pull away.

“Horrified? Hardly,” she said with a grin, tracing the tips of your fangs with a curious finger. “If anything, I’m more impressed. Here I thought I knew everything about you.” She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Besides, it makes sense why you’re so good at keeping secrets.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from your chest, full of relief. “Well, at least I finally convinced you.”

“Oh, don’t get cocky,” she teased, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’ll admit, you had me fooled. But now that I know, I suppose I’ll have to keep an eye on you, won’t I?”

“Someone has to,” you replied, finally feeling the tightness in your chest ease.

Jaheira smirked. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”

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Number (40. Abduction) With Dark!Eddie Munson.

Warnings: Dark themes, cursing, threat. Read at own discretion.

The sharp coils of the mattress press harshly into your back, pinching at your spine and surely bruising your flesh. Your limbs ached in their restraints and your bones felt stiff; like iron that had rusted. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t open your mouth to scream, either. Your throat felt as dry as a desert and your tongue like sandpaper. Needles tickle your throat as you gulp largely, trying to coax saliva back into your mouth.

Your eyes strain into small slits as the singular light bulb buzzing ominously above your head threatens to blind you with its warm intensity. Water stains speckle the tarnished white ceiling, a cause of previous flooding and your eyes trace the cracks along the plaster. You choke down the tinging smell of must and dust. The room you are in had clearly been left vacant for some time, however, it had been quickly spritzed up for your arrival. You didn’t recognise your surroundings. The walls were bare stone and stripped of any personality and the floor was green and carpeted; recently vacuumed and clean.

Your stomach prickles as it twists into anxious large knots and your head pulses with a migraine which causes your vision to blur slightly as you try to find your bearings.

Your wrists are buckled tightly above your head to a metal attachment that was drilled to the concrete wall and you wince at the painful irritation that has appeared around the circumference of your wrist, evidence of your struggle against your captor. You were low down, the sheet clad mattress being laid carefully on the ground and tucked into a corner far from the room door which you could tell was bolted and locked from the outside. There were no windows, no sense of direction or time. You felt disoriented and fuzzy. Almost like medically induced fatigue.

And as the gravity of your situation finally started to seep into your conscious that’s when you realised the horror of what you were experiencing. Despite the way your dry throat fought against you, you began screaming for your life. Hoping— praying— that someone might hear you. A neighbour, a passer by, anyone. Anyone who could free you. You screamed until your throat ran raw and quiet.

But the only person who heard your cries for help was the devil lurking up at the top of the rickety old staircase. His mind plagued with unearthly thoughts and contemplation. Should he keep his identity concealed from you? Or, should he unveil himself? What would you say?

There was only one way for Eddie to know, and that was for him to do it. He wasn’t sure why he got so worked up over your reaction to him, it’s not like you could run away… you were his now. You belonged to him.

Forever.

Terror waters in your glossy adrenaline blown eyes as you watch the worn door whine open on its rusty hinges helplessly. Your heart feels as if it has stilled in your chest and you stop breathing for a moment of pure anticipation and dread.

Standing in the doorway is your keeper, his toned silhouette dark and shadow like. You wait for him to step into the light; to expose himself to you, but he doesn’t. Not yet. He just stands in the darkness staring at you. He’s trying to savour the sight of you. Even after all that struggle— you were still his pretty little girl.

“Who are you?” You ask, breathily. Your words are broken into laboured sobs and Eddie clutches at his chest dramatically, like it hurts him to see you so distressed.

You are met with silence.

“Who the fuck are you?!” You roar this time, much more furious and demanding. Eddie clicks his tongue distastefully before taking one singular step forward into the room. The overhead light casts devastatingly bleak shadows across the bone structure of his face and your jaw falls slack at the sight of him. Eddie can see the gears in your head visibly turning as you try to recollect every memory you have of him; but you can’t. You can’t think of anything other than how his black eyes are glaring at you and how his lips are smirking evilly in your direction.

“That’s enough of that— what happened to my sweet girl, hmm? Is she feeling brave?” Your eyes catch sight of Eddie’s fingers working on the notches in his belt, then as he slides it smoothly from his jeans belt loops you feel your heart plummet to the bottom your empty stomach. Your chest fills with the ramped beats of your tormented heart. The metal of the belt buckle clanks as he folds the leather together, snapping it as he howls darkly, “I’m gonna have to remind you of your manners, aren’t I, brat?”

You scuttle upright and nearly bruise yourself as your back slams against the concrete wall behind you. Only now do you notice your attire— a large plain black t-shirt with bare legs and… and no underwear. Your eyes glaze over and you bring your purple knees up to rest tightly against your body as you weakly attempt to cower away into a small ball in hopes that he will leave you be.

“Shhh… don’t cry, baby.” He advances toward you, “We’re gonna have some fun. Promise.” Eddie crosses his heart mockingly and you… well…

You hope to die.

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For as long as you and Matt had been dating Matt was fully aware of the frequent episodes of randomly passing out you go through. The thing that worried him the most about those episodes was that they were so random and not all the time he knew when they were going to happen and the last thing he wanted to have happen is you end up hurting yourself if no one was there to catch you.

it was well past 9 in the morning and you and matt were still in the bed cuddle up not really wanting to get out of bed just yet but because of the day you two had planned that you two both knew it was time to get up and get ready for the day.

"okay lover time to get up we have a long day today"

matt breathes out laying a sweet kiss in your hair while rubbing your back clothed in his 'whatever' t-shirt.

"i dont wanna"

you groan out slowly sitting up to get ready to get up to brush your teeth first. matt just simple laughs at your child-like antics as he begins to scroll on his morning feed for the day. I dont think you knew that your body and your prior statements were on on accord, your body before you even stood up seemed heavy not to mention you felt a little lightheaded.Sio in the back of your mind you knew you could have an episode soon but not immediately, or so you thought. Once you finally stood up from the bed your body immediately shut down in which your body when completely limp crashing to the carpeted floor, thank god, with a sudden thud.

"baby"

matt questions as he quickly stood up to make his way over to the side of the bed you passed out on.

"its okay i got you"

matt quiet mumbles out as sits on the floor with you propping your head up on his lap. He simply kept whispering sweet nothings as you finally came back to reality fluttering your eyes open slowly.

"hey you back with me"

matt sweetly sighs out combing his fingers through your messy hair. A significant sense of relief flooding his senses as you simply nod your head 'yes'.

"its going to be a long day"

you puff out putting the palm of your hands to your forehead exasperately.

"yeah it might be but i got you"

matt replies as you nod your head.

After about couple more episodes alone during the art of just getting ready for the day. You and Matt had finally began the journey to check off all of the task list items you two had to do today and of course it was 80 something degrees today in LA which didn't really help anything.

" baby im really hot"

you slowly breathe out to matt as you two are sitting in the car at a stop light.

"here put the ac on baby it might help you feel better yeah"

Matt chuckles a little. The heat alone made your head and body feel worse. You nod your head slowly as you carefully reah your hand over to Matt's thigh awarding is a quick squeeze which caused him to look over at you.

"you okay"

matt asks as he takes his free hand to reach over and push some of your hair behind your ear. Your grip on his thigh loosened letting him know you were having another episode. matt lets out a soft sigh as he trails his hand to your forehead to at least keep your neck from hurting and keeping you upright. After a few minutes pass he approaches a stop light which was right on time since your body began to come back to earth.

"fuck"

you whisper out as matt moves his hand away.

"you okay"

he cautiously asks as you turn to look at him and nod your head.

"here drink some water please"

matt states lifting a unopened waterbottle over to you which you willing accept.

You and Matt had made it to the halfway point of the day your guys checklist. You guys had gone to the store to restock your guys shared house with all of the essentials you two needed and quite frankly use quite often.

You currently were standing in the kitchen putting all the supplies and food away a few feet away from matt who was sitting on the couch in the living room across the way.

"baby what are you doing"

matt questions lightly looking up from his phone to scan your every movement. He knew if you didn't sit down in the next few minutes it wasn't not going to be pretty.

"um putting stuff away"

you replied to him fixated on finishing the task at hand not even bothering to stop on look at Matt.

"okay i love that you are focused on doing that sweetheart but maybe come sit down for a few please"

matt states geuinely concerned you could hurt yourself. the kitchen was definitely not a carpeted area.

"im fine i promise"

you puff out. sign number one

"i know but at least get some water maybe then"

matt asks since you were refusing to sit even for a couple of seconds.

"okay"

you reply quietly almost too quietly. sign number two. You began to slowly walk over to the cabinet to grab a glass to get some water and matt was watching it all. he couldn't tell if he should at least start making his way over to you to at least be able to catch your fall if you did go down. too late

"fuck"

matt exclaims as he watched you quickly fall limp to the cold, tiled floor hearing the glass you were holding shatter in the process. Matt once he got to you checked your pulse first raising your wrist to apply slightly pressure on the front of if to feel a steady pulse. thank god

"ow my head that fucking hurt"

you puff out on the verge of tears completely over this day and that this had to be apart of your daily routine making your simply frustrasted.

" yeah you took a fall do you need some ice for it"

matt questions as you bring your hands to cover your face as you begin to sob out of frustation.

"oh sweetheart"

matt coos out as he begins to gently massage your scalp of your hair slowly threading his finger through it in the process.

"i cant do this anymore i dont want to keep living like this its so fucking annoying"

you exclaims out still sobbing into your hands uncontrollably.

"i know yeah it sucks but think about it you are getting better about managing it lover"

matt begins to reason with you as you remove your hands from your face slowly.

"no im not matt"

you exclaim out still letting the tears fall down your cheeks.

"yes you are its definitely not taking you a long to come to like before I mean sure this is not fun but its making you take care of yourself more which is important okay"

matt conitnues to reasdon with you as you simple sigh out agreeing with him.

"plus not to mention when we are doing this together things will get better for sure"

matt states simple as you let a soft smile appear on your face.

" god i love you "

you giggle out as matt lets out a soft chuckle leaning down to place a sweet kiss to your cherry bitten lips.

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