#I will crush him like a grape between my fingers

[luv4freddie]

Fools - T.N

in which the only Hufflepuff friend in the group of slytherins develops a crush on Theodore Nott— something only fools do.

fem!hufflepuff reader, bff Pansy, use of euphemisms and teasing yn for being innocent but sfw, reader is very emotional, jealous theo, 2800 words

"Y/n!!"

After a year, you'd think that people would get used to seeing the same Hufflepuff go over to the Slytherin table, but alas, half the Great Hall turned to watch you approach the table and take a seat next to Pansy.

She sticks her middle finger up behind your back, aiming it at all of the people who are still staring, and they quickly turn away. It was an unlikely friendship, but she was not going to let anyone make you feel bad about it.

"About time you get here," Draco huffs, "I've had to hear Pansy's 'girl talk' while you were sleeping."

You smile sheepishly at him, you had taken your sweet time this morning, hitting snooze a few times before listening to your favorite record and doing more singing than actually getting ready— resulting in you being extra late to breakfast.

"Sorry, Draco."

"Don't apologize yn, he doesn't deserve it."

You can hear the teasing lilt in Theo's voice from across the table, and Draco throws a handful of grapes at him.

"Whatever," Pansy turns her back to them, "did you hear, apparently the Hufflepuff chaser has a crush on you."

Your eyes flit between her face and your hands, and you wonder where she got her information from.

The boys around you seem to perk up at this, and Draco chides Pansy for deeming that piece of information unimportant compared to all her other, much more useless, girl talk this morning.

"Where on Earth did you hear that?" You cut in, not enjoying the way everyone is suddenly interested in your (nonexistent) love life.

"From a very trustworthy source," is all she'll give away, and you cringe.

"Can we change subjects, please?"

Theo narrows his eyes at you, as if he's searching your face for something.

"You don't care about it then? You're not jumping at the chance to ride his broom?"

The Slytherins around you snicker at his euphemism, but you go bright red.

"I- what! Why would you say- no!"

This only makes them laugh harder, but Pansy collects herself enough to place a reassuring hand on your arm.

"Don't worry, we all know our little puff would never."

You slap her hand away, upset at them treating you like a child.

"Well if you guys are only gonna tease me, I'm gonna go back to my own table."

"Y/n, we didn't mean-" Theo starts, but he's still got a smirk on his face, so you ignore him, leaving before he can try and stop you.

You take a seat at your own house table, and the Hufflepuffs around you immediately welcome you into their conversation.

You don't know why it bothered you so much. They were right, you weren't going to be "riding someone's broom" anytime soon, but hearing the way they talked about it— like you were just some silly, innocent baby— really bugged you.

If you were being honest with yourself, you also knew that deep down you've been repressing feelings for Theodore, because you knew enough stories about him to know it would never work. He was a heartthrob, and had no issue finding girls to entertain him at night— to him you were just a little girl. That conversation was just more proof. There's no way he'd be interested in you.

You unintentionally make eye contact with Zacharias Smith when you finally get out of your head, but you immediately look away, turning back to your friends just as Hannah asks about your Christmas plans.

You don't see your Slytherin friends again until Charms class, and Pansy immediately brings up what happened at breakfast.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that. I don't want you to feel bad, that's just how we are."

You give her a tight lipped smile, shrugging your shoulders. You've realized that most of the anger came from the realization that Theo probably saw you as a child, not actually their teasing.

"No biggie, it's forgiven."

She eyes you suspiciously but decides not to question it, instead starting to talk about her next party idea until she gets shushed when Professor Flitwick starts explaining directions.

You use the quiet moment to sneak a look at Theo, who's leaned back in his chair smirking at something Draco said next to him.

Pansy turns to you and you quickly shift your focus, but it appears she's already seen you. She gives you a raised eyebrow, and you play dumb, looking back at the teapot on your desk and trying to give it legs.

"What was that about back there?" Pansy asks as the two of you walk out together.

"I know it took me forever to get those stupid legs," you cringe, hoping to throw her off course.

"No I meant your staring."

You try not to look guilty, just shrugging your shoulders and explaining, "figured the boys might have figured it out faster. Should have known better."

She grins at that, muttering "you really should have." But something tells you she doesn't quite believe your story.

Your thoughts are only confirmed the next day when she invites you over to her dorm and then immediately suggests the two of you take veritaserum to play a game of truth or dare.

You let out a sigh.

"I'm not doing that Pans, just ask me whatever you want to know."

She grins, "you know me so well."

"Unfortunately," you tease, and she slaps your arm but asks her question anyway.

"Do you have a crush on Draco?"

Her face drops into confusion when you start laughing hysterically.

"That's what you thought? Merlin, you had me scared for no reason. No Pans, I absolutely do not have a crush on Draco."

She lets out a small sigh of relief, but you can tell she's a little peeved you laughed at her.

"Well what was I supposed to think? You got all grumpy yesterday when we were teasing you about your love life, and then the staring. It was either that or you're secretly in love with Nott, which, lets be for real."

She leaves it at that, but your cheeks flush pink. Be for real what? Be for real, he'd never want you? Be for real, what universe would the two of you work out? Be for real, he hates you?

The thoughts keep coming one after another, and suddenly your vision is blurred.

"Hey, woah, what's wrong?"

You cursed Pansy for being so observant.

"Nothing, I think my allergies are acting up." You say, but there's sadness in your voice, and there's an inch of snow outside, which isn't exactly pollen friendly.

"Don't lie to me y/n."

"I'm sorry for being so stupid and emotional." You cry, and Pansy rubs your back slowly.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being emotional! You don't see us do it much, but a lot of that's got to do with how we were raised. I wish I felt things as deeply as you do."

Your tears seem to slow, and she smiles.

"Now as for stupid, that depends on where that fit came from."

You look up at her in embarrassment, more hot tears threatening to fill your eyes.

"I... what did you mean?" You ask instead.

"Huh?"

"When you said be for real about me secretly being.." you couldn't bring yourself to say it, as if saying the words would make it true and something you could no longer push away and pretend wasn't there.

Realization dawns on Pansy's face, and she immediately wraps you up in a hug.

"Oh yn, it all makes sense now."

You continue to cry, and she looks at you with what you assume is pity in her eyes.

"I know, I'm such a fool! I know it would never happen, I know half of Hogwarts has a crush on him, I know he'd never want a girl like me." All of the things you'd been keeping to yourself and secretly thinking come spilling out of your mouth, and Pansy rubs your back while you continue to cry.

"Hey don't talk like that! Theo doesn't care about those people, and I know he cares about you. Not to mention, "a girl like you"? You're the exact type of girl that Theo needs. He practically never smiles the way he does when you're around. Just calm down okay?"

You nod through your cries, finally settling down as Pansy throws a magazine at you and the two of you lay across her bed.

Unknowingly, you end up falling asleep, tired from the amount of crying you did. Pansy notices but decides not to wake you, heading down to the common room where the guys would be getting back from quidditch practice soon.

When you wake up the room is dark, and a quick looks around reminds you you're in Pansy's room and not your own. You check the bathroom attached to the dorm, and when no one is in there you head down to the common room, assuming that's where she's gone to.

The whole group is sat on leather couches and armchairs when you make it down the stairs, and you rub the sleep out of your eyes as you approach the group.

"There's our assonnata bella," Theodore purrs, and you immediately flush even though you only understand half of his phrase. (sleeping beauty)

"Sorry for falling asleep." You apologize as you take the seat Pansy offered you, coincidentally landing between her and the reason for your crying.

"Stop apologizing so much," Theo whispers in your ear, and you refuse to look at him in fear of him seeing exactly the effect he has on you. Instead you continue to look at Pansy.

"No biggie, you needed it after that." She says, and you nod.

"After what? What happened?" Draco asked, ever the nosy weasel.

Pansy looked at you, obviously waiting for you to answer so she could go along with whatever you say.

You consider lying, but figure there's no point. They all know you're an emotional person, no one would find it unusual.

"I- uh- cried a little bit. Tired me out."

The boys (that you can see) all nod their heads in understanding and decide to switch topics, finally letting you relax.

However, since you'd turned your back to Theo, that now meant when you leaned back to get comfy you leaned directly into his chest, as he had one arm on the back of the couch behind you.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You whisper, shooting back up and speaking only to him in an attempt to not draw attention from the others.

"Don't be silly," he says back, pulling your shoulders so you're back in the relaxed position against him, "you're welcome in my arms any day ragazza dolce." (Sweet girl)

You flush red again, but this time you do look up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes.

"You know I have absolutely no idea what you're saying, right?"

He grins, "that's part of the fun."

"Whatever," you turn back away from him to look at the group, your head resting right over his heart, "as long as you're not calling me a troll."

"I promise I'm not." He says, ruffling your hair before the both of you rejoin the main conversation.

"Zacharias Smith was at our practice today," Draco tells Pansy, and she looks at him in surprise.

"Really? Maybe he was looking for yn. She does sometimes keep me company in the stands."

"Oh he definitely was." Blaise smirks, and you feel Theo tense behind you. "Walked right up to Theo and asked where the pretty little one we're always hanging out with was."

"What?" Pansy shrieks, looking over, although you're unsure if the intentional target was you or the boy behind you. Her eyes momentarily widen at seeing your position before she notices something and smirks.

"Theo," she drawls, "I didn't notice those cuts on your knuckles earlier, is that new?"

Everyone turns to look at Theo, and you sit up in alarm, turning to look at his hand that's laying behind your spot on the couch.

"Theo! What happened? Why didn't you go get this checked out?"

He averts his eyes from your gaze. "Just wasn't thinking about it," he shrugs.

You frown. "How could you not be thinking about it, that looks painful!"

He shrugs again, grimacing when you grab his hand, insisting he let you heal it.

"Just let me go get my wand okay? I left it in Pansy's room."

You get up to leave, and with your back turned you don't see Pansy whisper to Theo and then him get up and follow you.

"I'll just come with." He announces, following you back to your friends room.

You try not to think about the intimacy of being alone with Theo while you tend to his wounds, trying once again to shove all your feelings down far in your heart.

Thankfully none of Pansy's roommates had come back, and Theo sits on her bed while you grab your wand from her nightstand before standing in between his spread legs.

"Give me your hand."

He complies, and you try not to blush at the warmth of his, much bigger, hand resting on your own.

"This is nasty Theo, did you punch a wall or something?" You ask, beginning to heal a few of the cuts. Luckily most of them were clean from where he'd washed them when he showered after practice, but they were scabbed over and his knuckles were blue with beginning to form bruises.

He lets out an amused huff of laughter and you stop your ministrations, looking up at him immediately.

"Tell me you didn't actually punch a wall."

He shrugs, "it was either that or Smith, and I know you don't like when I get into fights."

You feel yourself heat up. He didn't hit someone because of your preference, and the person just happened to be the guy who supposedly has a crush on you.

"Well I'm glad you didn't send my housemate to the hospital wing at least, although I wish you wouldn't have hurt yourself," you sigh, continuing to heal his hands.

Out of nowhere he pulls it away.

"Theo?"

"Look, I-" he cards a hand through his hair, contemplating his next words. "I didn't like it that Smith came looking for you. Especially that he asked me."

You look at him in confusion, "what? Why?"

He looks distraught, but he can't help the crooked smile that etches itself on his face.

"You're damn oblivious, you know that?"

You continue to look at him, no thoughts behind your eyes.

"Uh, I mean I guess? I've been told that a few times, though I'm not sure how it's pertinent to this situation."

Suddenly Theo's hands are on your cheeks, and his face is inches from your own.

"What- what are you doing?"

"I want to kiss you." He states plainly, as if it's the most normal thing in the world— as if the five words didn't have you spiraling out of control.

"Wait- do you want to kiss me because you think I'm like pretty or do you want to kiss me because you like me?"

You'd never even thought he would consider you pretty, but at his words you had to rethink a lot of things you thought you knew.

"I like you, amorina." (Little love)

"Really?" You know you should be celebrating, but you can't help the doubt that creeps into your mind. "You don't think I'm a silly, innocent, little Hufflepuff?"

He grins, "you can be my silly little Hufflepuff. And no I don't care that you're not jumping at the opportunity to go broom hopping."

You can't help but laugh a his phrasing, but you're glad he knew what you meant.

"I like you, amorina, I don't care about anything else, as long as I get you."

You smile, and Theo swears he could die happy if it's the last thing he sees.

"Well in that case, I want you to kiss me too."

He can barely hold back his own smile as he places his lips on yours, cradling your jaw with one hand while the other holds your hip.

He kissed you gently, not at all like what you'd expected, but you feel his adoration flowing out of it, and you can't help but break it to let out a giggle.

"And to think I was crying over you a few hours ago."

He grins, standing up and grabbing your hand to walk back down to the common room together, where your friends were waiting for you to go to dinner.

"No more crying over me okay?"

You nod your head, and he pulls you in for one more kiss before you rejoin the rest of your friends.

[strawchocoberry]

MY EMOTIONS ARE NAKED, THEY’RE TAKING ME OUT OF MY MIND

special thanks to @fanouropita ​for contributing to this work

୨୧ featuring: kaeya + diluc, heizou + itto, alhaitham + cyno, tartaglia + pantalone x fem reader 

ଘ cw: smut, threesome, public sex, handjob, nipple play, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, pet names, voyeurism, mild monster fucking (itto & heizou’s part), masturbation, rough sex, double penetration, spanking, dacryphilia, forced orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, degradation kink, dumbification 

୨୧ synopsis: the only thing better than one man is two

ଘ wc: 4.7k

ʚ KAEYA & DILUC ɞ

“Diluc!” you greeted him entering Angel’s Share. 

“Hello, there!” Diluc smiled at you, before his face stiffened like a sour grape. “You’re here too, I see.” 

“Cold as ever,” Kaeya remarked, taking a seat on the bar and ordering his usual glass of dandelion wine. 

“How have you been, Diluc?” you asked, as he served you your drink. “It’s been ages since I last saw you.”

“Same as usual. I was busy in the Dawn Winery. And some other business,” he replied. “What about you?”

“I’ve been trying to lift Captain’s mood here all day, but he’s been difficult to please.” 

“It’s not my fault you didn’t propose anything more fun,” Kaeya defended himself, taking a sip of his wine. “I, on the other hand, gave you a lot of possible ways to entertain me.” His lustful eyes looked deep in yours, as he gently lifted your chin up. 

“Kaeya!” You pushed him away, cheeks blushed red, as he laughed at your reaction. 

“You needn’t worry about him,” Diluc advised you. “Even now that Grand Master Varka left with all the cavalry, Kaeya is just glad he got the chance to be more free of work. He’s just messing with you.”

“You’re no fun, Diluc,” he complained. “I miss that cute little young lad you were.”

Diluc didn’t make any comment; he only looked at the man through narrowed eyes, his gaze threatening. Kaeya innocently smiled at him and drank some of his wine. You sighed, already exhausted by the tense atmosphere between the two. You stayed at the tavern till late at night, currently the two of you being the last customers. Kaeya had been pestering you all night to drink some alcohol and when you finally gave in to his demand, Diluc shook his head in disapproval, already knowing how this was going to end. And he was right, as you got drunk relatively quickly. 

“D-Diluc, have a sip!” You smiled at him, bringing your cup to his lips. 

Diluc only had himself to blame for allowing Kaeya to get you this drunk. And the one responsible for this mess was sitting comfortably on his seat, enjoying his wine, whilst keeping his eyes on the two of you, smirking at how the red-hair was unable to keep you under control. 

“I cannot drink right now. My shift isn’t over. There are customers here,” Diluc tried to explain it as simply as possible so your little drunk self could understand. 

You curiously took a good look around the tavern. “But we’re your only customers,” you complained. 

“Which means that I haven’t got off work yet.” 

You pouted, as Diluc wouldn’t oblige to your request. The next moment, your face lit up, as a thought crossed your mind. Taking a sip of your wine, you cupped his cheeks and kissed him, catching him off guard. Diluc felt the sweet wine inebriate his senses, clouding his mind. You pulled back, giggling at how your plan had succeeded. But you hadn’t really taken the time to think of the bartender’s reaction. Holding the back of your head, Diluc crushed your lips on his, initiating what was going to develop into steamed open-mouthed kisses. 

Feeling left out, Kaeya interrupted you, turning you to him, as he kissed you aggressively, his tongue penetrating your mouth and subduing yours. You felt Diluc rubbing his cock on your ass, as he stole your lips from Kaeya, who focused on your neck. Within mere minutes, all of your clothes had vanished. You were standing there — barely able to stand properly — with both of your hands preoccupied with stroking their cocks. Your moans made them harder, as they sucked on your nipples, biting down occasionally just to hear you whimper. Both of them thrusted one finger each into your drenched cunt, making you lose your mind and unconsciously tighten your grip on them, earning a few guttural groans. 

“Look at you, sucking our fingers in your little cunt so eagerly,” Kaeya taunted, biting your bottom lip. 

“You came so hard, dear,” Diluc slightly laughed, feeling your cunt spasming around him. 

You didn’t have much time to understand what happened. Your hands gripped hard onto the counter, as you felt Diluc immersing into your wet folds, sliding in with ease, before he held tightly onto your hips, drilling his cock in those tight walls of yours. “Archons, you’re irresistible,” Kaeya moaned, rubbing his hardened cock on your cheek, looking down at you with pleading eyes. Opening wide, you welcomed him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around him, coating him with your saliva. He threw his head on the back, your name rolling off his tongue, as you moaned on his cock, feeling Diluc stretching you perfectly, slapping your ass, its print burning your skin in a pleasurable way. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, feeling his fingers rubbing harshly your clit, making your legs weak, almost losing your standing. Kaeya grabbed a handful of your hair and forcefully moved your head back and forth on his shaft, lascivious eyes looking in awe at the stream of tears that fell from your eyes. Holding your head in place, he cummed in your mouth, while simultaneously Diluc pulled out, smearing your ass with his cum. They gave you a few minutes to regulate your breathing, lavishing your body with their marks, before they continued. 

Kaeya lay you on your back on top of the counter, before he climbed up as well. He cupped your cheek and kissed your lips, tasting the remaining flavour of the wine in your tongue. You gasped, feeling him dive into your cunt, having you hold tightly onto each side of the counter, as he pulled back, allowing himself to take in your beautiful face, your lips parting to moan his name. Yet, your mouth didn’t remain empty for long. Diluc was standing on your side, stroking himself, aroused from your fucked out expression. Pushing himself in your mouth, he held your head in place as he rocked his hips, filling you up to your throat, making you gag on his girth. 

Kaeya ravaged your cunt, while Diluc ruined your mouth, making you a helpless mess, desperate for more. You felt Kaeya pressing down on your lower stomach, as he thrusted hard inside you, making it difficult for you to breathe. You couldn’t think, not with the two of them destroying every inch of your body. You moaned as you reached your orgasm, which pushed Diluc to his own release in your mouth, followed by Kaeya who cummed on your stomach. 

ʚ ITTO & HEIZOU ɞ

“Oh well, hello there!” Itto’s face lit up. “It was about time for a few familiar faces to show up! I’ve been bored to death in this cell.” 

“How did you end up here again, Itto?” You sighed, palm to your forehead. “This is what? The third time this month?”

“Actually, it’s the fifth time,” Heizou corrected you. “Did Madam Kujou lock you up again?”

“I only asked her kindly for a rematch,” Itto complained. “She refused, as usual. And when I insisted, that tengu threw me in here!” 

“Sounds like Madam Kujou alright,” you murmured. 

“So, do you two have any news? When do I get released?”

“You will have to wait for Shinobu to come pick you up,” Heizou informed him. 

To say that you were acquainted with Itto was an understatement. You were Heizou’s partner in the Tenryou Commission. You followed him everywhere his instinct led him in search for new cases to solve and evidence to unearth. You were also the one to write apology letters to your superior, Kujou Sara, not to mention plead in his stead for her pardon. And during those few times you actually were in the Tenryou Commission for more than five minutes, you met Arataki Itto. Sometimes when you had time you kept him company, just like right now. 

“It’s so boring sitting here alone.” 

“Eh? Aren’t we here?” You pouted, pulling one of his horns a little hard. 

A low whimper escaped his lips. You noticed how his cheeks slightly blushed, which surprised you. “You shouldn’t have done that, love.” You felt Heizou pinning your body on the bars with his. Taking your shirt off, his hands cupped your breasts, massaging them, pinching your nipples, as he kissed down on your shoulder. “Itto is especially sensitive when people touch his horns,” he explained. 

“I-I didn’t know…” you moaned breathlessly, his lips setting your body on fire wherever he touched. 

“Look how hard he is.” Heizou wrapped his hand on your neck, making you look at the poor oni. “I bet he’s getting so turned on right now, seeing you like this.” 

You gasped, as he completely stripped you off your clothes. Two fingers rubbed your wet folds, making you arch your back to his touch. Heizou slid his fingers in, having you hold tightly onto the bars and squeezing your thighs together. Your eyes were stuck on the hard boner Itto had. It was huge and he seemed to be in a pretty rough spot. Your cunt throbbed only at the thought of it being inside you. You cummed on Heizou’s fingers from that very thought, making him laugh. “You want him, don’t you?” he asked in a rather taunting tone. 

Your body jolted, feeling Heizou push himself in, having you moan at his fingers that were now in your mouth. He thrusted in you erratically, slipping out almost completely, before slamming himself back in, stretching you out ever so well. “You can’t though, not yet at least. This little cunt won’t be able to handle him.” Itto was watching you getting fucked by Heizou, making his boner unbearably hard in his pants. Kneeling in front of you, he kissed your breasts, his hands holding yours, as your moans filled his ears with your melody. He took one of your nipples in your mouth, swirling his tongue around it, whilst stroking his cock. Heizou took you to the heavens, your legs giving out by the intensity of your release. 

And he was right; you weren’t ready for Itto’s massive cock. He lifted you up in his arms, wrapping your legs around his torso, then slowly lowered your body on his cock. You felt as if he was tearing you in half, your grip on his shoulders tightening, your nails scratching his flesh, making him hiss in pleasure. Itto tried his best to ease your discomfort, but if he were honest, he was reaching the end of his patience. He rammed his cock inside your velvet walls as slowly as he could, but the way you creamed all over him had him losing his mind. 

You were crying, not quite used to his size that relentlessly drilled in your cunt. “Is that the best you can do, love?” Heizou taunted, one hand holding onto the iron bars for support, as he used the other to pleasure himself. “And here you were a minute ago, practically drooling over him.” You screamed as Itto hit a spot deep inside you, having your eyes roll to the back of your skull, your breath forced out of your lungs. You looked at his eyes, noticing how he wore a rather sad expression, as if he was regretting having to hurt you. You cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips gently. 

That was enough to send Itto into a rut, him now slamming your body on his cock like there’s no tomorrow. Looking in-between your bodies, you noticed him poking out in your stomach, making you reach your orgasm with a few more of his thrusts. He fucked you throughout of it, his cock throbbing painfully in your spasming walls. “T-This feels so amazing…!” Itto moaned, subconsciously filling you up with his cum, some of it even dripping down your thighs. 

Your mind had gone blank, thinking that he was done. But he wasn’t, not even close. He fucked you raw and rough until you were just a mumbling mess, incoherent words leaving your mouth, your body marked all over by him. He fucked you until your belly bulged from all his cum that coated your walls and he didn’t have any more to give you. When Itto was done with you, you were on the verge of losing consciousness. 

Heizou picked you up and treated your exhausted body. When Shinobu came to pick up Itto, she couldn’t believe in her eyes, seeing the fucked out state her boss was in. Sighing disappointed, she forced him to get dressed and dragged his ass out of the Tenryou Commission from his ear, scolding him in the middle of the streets of Inazuma City. 

ʚ ALHAITHAM & CYNO ɞ

You had only come to Alhaitham’s to return a book he had lent you a while ago. You didn’t expect Cyno to be there with him, the two enjoying a duel of Genius Invocation TCG. You wouldn’t have stayed longer than you needed if it wasn’t for the two of them insisting on it. From what you understood, Alhaitham had acquired a rather rare card and Cyno needed it as if his life was depending on it. And so, the latter challenged him to a duel. Ultimately, Alhaitham emerged victorious from the duel. 

“Oh right!” Cyno lit up, forgetting his defeat, as he turned over to you. “You have another rare card as well, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then, how about a duel?”

“You really want that card, huh?”

“Of course I do!” 

You couldn’t help but heave a deep sigh. There was no way you could evade Cyno’s request for a duel. Once Cyno was up for a match, he wouldn’t leave his potential opponent alone, not until they accepted his challenge. And if you were honest, there was one super rare card that Cyno had in his possession which you wouldn’t mind winning off of him. The General Mahamatra had no objection to your demand, so you two started preparing for your duel. 

“I’d like to make a suggestion,” Alhaitham announced before the duel started. “Let’s turn this into a little contest among the three of us. Whoever loses one round will go up against the third player. The one with the most losses in a total of ten rounds will be the loser. Two winners, one loser,” he elaborated. 

“Count me in!” Cyno immediately agreed, thinking that this was a good chance of snatching two rare cards in one night. 

“Me too!” 

“Why don’t we spice things up a little more?” Cyno suggested. “The loser of each round will have to get rid of one piece of clothing of the other two’s choice.” 

“No objection,” Alhaitham responded. 

The two were looking at you through half-lidded eyes, waiting for your response. Having already agreed to the match, you thought that you got this and just went on with Cyno’s ridiculous idea. Two rounds in the game, two consecutive defeats caused you to reconsider your decision to go along with the game. They had already stripped you of your shoes and you were anxiously awaiting for what would come next. 

“Take your shirt off,” Alhaitham ordered, looking you dead serious in the eyes. 

You froze for a minute, looking at them staring at you, a hint of impatience gleaming in their eyes. Taking a deep breath, you removed your shirt as ordered, leaving your upper body completely exposed to them. They remained silent for a while, their gazes fixated on your breasts, before Cyno urged you to move to the next round. It was so unlike him to lose concentration, but thankfully that granted you your victory, causing Cyno to lose his headpiece. 

Cyno wrapped up his match with Alhaitham rather quickly, pleased to have acquired the card he wanted, as the defeated removed his coat. You never thought that the day would come when you would see the Scribe waver, but the way your arms squeezed your breasts together as you held onto your cards had him make a grave mistake that cost him that round’s win. You were pleased to see the slight irritation in his face as took his tight black shirt off. Nonetheless, Alhaitham regained his luck in the next round, Cyno losing his belt as a result of his defeat. 

“Remove your skirt,” Cyno demanded of you, as the winner of your duel. 

You did as he asked, sitting now across Alhaitham, wearing only your panties, your thighs squeezed tightly together and your cunt already pulsating. At this point, you weren’t paying much attention to the duel, making one mistake after the other, seeing the two of them smirking at your imminent defeat. You couldn’t help it, though. The expressions on their faces might be rather blank and derived from all emotions, yet their eyes couldn’t hide the lust that burnt fiercely in them. 

“Remove your panties,” Alhaitham ordered. 

You hesitantly stood up from your seat and slightly bent over, as you removed the last piece of garment on your body. Standing up, you didn’t have time to react, when Cyno suddenly crushed his lips on yours, as he led you to sit on your hands and knees on the couch. He rubbed his hardened cock on your cheek, then pressed the tip through your lips. You caught on quirky, taking over the task of sucking him off, rolling your tongue around his girth, causing him to throw his head back, his fingers ruffling your hair. 

A low moan that sent vibrations to his cock made the General moan your name. You were caught off guard when Alhaitham buried his face between your legs, his tongue licking fat strides along your soaking wet folds. Focusing on your clit, he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling them and repeatedly hitting the sweet soft that had your legs trembling, causing you to breathe heavily. Your muffled moans sent Cyno over the edge, as he pulled out and stroked his cock, ultimately cumming all over your titties, listening to your moans caused by that wicked tongue of Alhaitham’s that had you cumming a moment later. 

Lying you on your side on the couch, Cyno lifted your leg up, aligning himself with your drenched hole, before slowly pushing himself in. And as he stretched your little cunt ever so delightfully, you looked up at Alhaitham whose figure loomed over yours, stroking his cock that already leaked precum. You smeared his tip with cum using your thumb, then took him in your mouth. The Scribe felt impetuous, as he grabbed your head with both of his hands, keeping it steady for him to thrust himself inside, occasionally hitting the back of your throat, causing tears to well up in your eyes. 

You didn’t have time to catch your breath after your orgasm, as you were forced to your knees again, Alhaitham was now thrusting his throbbing cock through your walls, holding you tightly against his chest. Cyno cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples, smirking, seeing you wincing and whimpering. He left marks all over your breasts, taking pleasure in how you whined every time he bit your soft skin. Alhaitham rubbed your clit with one hand, whilst thrusting hard into your drenched cunt that clamped down around him, making him groan at the sensation, sending him one step closer to orgasm. 

ʚ TARTAGLIA & PANTALONE ɞ

Everyone was on high alert at the Northland Bank, making sure to put forward their best performance, as Pantalone, the 9th Harbinger and director of all of the bank’s branches, had arrived for an inspection. Currently, Tartaglia was discussing some things with him in his office, while you continued your work as usual. Everything was going well, until you were informed that Pantalone had requested your presence at his office immediately. Not wanting to irritate him by keeping him waiting, you rushed over. 

“You asked to see me, sir?”

Pantalone was going through a couple documents and ignored you. You looked over at Tartaglia who shook his head sadly. A sudden feeling of terror took over your body, noticing Pantalone raising his head from the documents, a malevolent smile curved on his lips. He leant forward on the desk, intertwining his fingers, then finally opened his eyes to look at you. 

“Would you care to explain to me what this exorbitant fine from the Ministry of Civil Affairs is, darling?” 

You reluctantly took the document from his hand and quickly skimmed through it. The Ministry of Civil Affairs had amerced the Northland Bank for conducting illegal business in Liyue without a business permit. Looking back at your superior, you noticed him tilting his head, the same malevolent smile still on his lips, as he awaited for your answer, his patience running thin. 

“I personally delivered all necessary documentation to the Ministry a month ago,” you explained. “And I received the renewed business permit.”

“Then, why would they issue this fine?”

“I-I don’t know, sir…” You lowered your eyes, feeling the anger that exuded from his body. 

“Hmm…” he hummed in a menacing yet amused tone. “What do you think about this, Tartaglia?”

“I find it impossible that she made such a grave mistake, so I suggest we conduct an investigation regarding the matter. I could personally go to the Ministry—”

“Very well,” Pantalone interrupted him. “Send Andrei to deal with this. You, on the other hand, will be staying here. I’m afraid to say that I highly doubt the Ministry of Civil Affairs could have made such a grave error. Which means that this little kitten needs to be punished, so as not to repeat the same mistake again.” 

Tartaglia stepped out of the office momentarily to find Andrei. You were just standing there, head hanging low, eyes stuck on the ground, as you awaited for your superior to announce your punishment. Your body jolted as Tartaglia closed the door behind him, your being scared caused Pantalone to chuckle. He called you over and you instinctively walked up to him, scared of angering him any further with your incompetence. Turning his chair to the side, he had you sit on his lap, running his fingers through your hair, caressing your cheek, taking pleasure in seeing you afraid of him. 

Pantalone tore your clothes, making you gasp. His hand wrapped around your neck, keeping you in place as he hungrily took in every inch of your naked body. He couldn’t help the small intimidating laugh that escaped his lips, feeling your cunt pulsing. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he taunted. You were scared and yet something in the way he exerted control over you, literally having you tremble in his arms, made your mind incapable of thinking a single thought, except for how good his hand that choked your neck felt. “That won’t do, though. Because this is your punishment.” 

He turned you around and you noticed Tartaglia standing before you, already stripped off his pants and boxers, stroking his cock. “Suck him off,” Pantalone ordered. “Now,” he slapped your ass. You bent forward, holding onto the 11th’s thighs, as you gave a long lick to his shaft, before taking him in your mouth. Busy as you were, swirling your tongue around Tartaglia’s cock, you didn’t notice yourself subconsciously grinding onto Pantalone. Only when you felt his clothed boner, drenched already in your slick, did you realise what you had done. 

The 9th leant over you, gloved hands fondling your breasts, his cold rings sending shivers down your spine. His grip was harsh, you felt his rings digging into your skin, causing you to whimper, having Tartaglia groan, as he pulled harshly your hair. He cummed in your mouth, forcing you to swallow it all down, although some leaked through the corner of your lips. Grabbing your arm, he forced you to stand up, then turned you around to face Pantalone. Tartaglia penetrated your tight walls, making you hiss, as you weren’t quite ready to take him in yet. “Fuck— You’re so tight,” he groaned. He bent you over, holding you by your arms, as he thrusted viciously into your cunt. 

You watched as Pantalone discarded his pants and boxers, his cock springing free, hard and the tip coated in his precum. He fondled your breasts again, then slapped them, making you whimper and cry, as you creamed all over Tartaglia due to the stinging pain. Grabbing your hair, Pantalone forced you down on him, your mouth wrapping around his shaft. He shoved your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag on his girth. He climaxed in your mouth, having you swallow all of it. At the same time, Tartaglia, who had been stretching that tight cunt of yours, filled you up and slapped your ass, before pulling out, some of his cum dripping down your thighs. 

You were still panting hard, when Pantalone lifted you up and sat you on the edge of his desk. He spread your legs and looked at the dripping cum from your hole. “I bet I can fill you up even more,” he whispered in your ear. Slamming his cock into your cunt, he ravaged your velvet walls, his grip on your waist bruisingly tight. Tartaglia sat behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other around your neck. You threw your head back on his shoulder, as he started rubbing your clit, whilst leaving hickeys in your neck and shoulders. You whined at him biting your neck, feeling a small amount of blood running down your skin. 

“Even after all your previous orgasms, you still want more, don’t you, whore?” Tartaglia taunted, amazed at how easily he slid inside you. 

“There really is no end to this cunt’s greed, hmm?” Pantalone forced you to look at him by grabbing your chin. 

“N-No… Please… Stop… P-Please…” 

The stretch of accommodating both of them in your cunt was unbearable. It mattered not how much you tried to shove them away, as neither even budged at your pathetic pushes. You were crying, begging them to stop, as you were exhausted from the numerous orgasms they had forced upon you. Your cunt was dripping both of their cum, as they climaxed time after time inside you, competing one another at who would fill you up more. But the only thing your little cries managed to do was rile them up even more. You buried your head on Tartaglia’s neck, feeling them pounding into you, making you lose your mind over the immense pleasure that seized control of your body.

“Sir, it’s Andrei.” He knocked on the door. “I have returned with the report from the Ministry of Civil Affairs.” 

“Yes, please tell me, but don’t come in,” Pantalone ordered him. “I’m a little preoccupied right now to welcome guests.”

“I’ll be quick, sir. It appears that there was an error on behalf of the Ministry. One of their newest clerks accidentally issued the fine to Northland Bank. We’ve already renewed our business permit since last month and all of our activities are legal.” 

“Alright, thank you, you can return to your work.”

Pantalone looked at your trembling body that clung onto Tartaglia’s, biting onto his neck in order to muffle your moans. He kissed your abused body, making you jolt at his tender action. You turned over your shoulder and looked at him through your blurry vision caused by the non-stop stream of tears. Pantalone cupped your cheek gently, crushing his lips onto yours, as he bit down on your lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Tartaglia who was underneath you left affectionate little kisses all over the thousands of marks that they had left on you. You screamed in ecstasy, as they both cummed into your cunt, slowly pulling out and observing it dripping down. 

“It appears you were telling the truth, darling,” Pantalone said in a low voice, kissing your shoulder. Sitting back on his seat, he wrapped you in his arms, gently running his fingers through your hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” 

“I-It’s alright…” you breathed. “I-I had missed t-this…” 

“What a naughty little kitten,” Tartaglia purred, soothingly running his fingers on your body. 

“To make it up to you, the three of us will go on a trip together. You pick the destination. And we’ll heed to your every command.” 

“Mmm… Can’t wait…” you murmured, as you drifted to sleep. 

© strawchocoberry — do not copy, repost, translate or reuse my work

[sunniskyies]

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐦 || 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: "do you think you write something with a percy x daughter of dionysus? i’ll take anything, feed me crumbs if you have to 😩🙏🏼🙏🏼" 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and your boyfriend compete to see who can pick the most strawberries 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: book!Percy Jackson  x Dionysus!fem!reader 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Fluff? 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 530 𝐀/𝐍: Sorry it’s so short lovely! Thanks for your request, I hope you have a good day ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

You and Percy are crouched amongst rows of strawberries, desperately rummaging for the little fruits like hunched goblins. It all started with your boyfriend innocently asking to spend the afternoon hanging out with you while you work and naturally has devolved into a competition.

"Yes! Take that, Grapes! I've already got a whole basket!" Percy tears his gaze away from his search to proudly hold up a wicker basket full of red berries. His smile fades almost comically when he sees you, though.

Surrounded by five large baskets brimming with strawberries, you grin wickedly. "Oh, woah, Perce! I think you've won," you exclaim, clapping your hands to your temples and dropping your jaw in mock disbelief.

"Shut up!" Percy retorts, but his eye catches on the bushes that are burying your ankles. One of the small green berries grows fat and red before his eyes.

"You cheater," Percy says incredulously, shaking his head.

Your grin widens. "Who, me? Cheater? Never!" You pluck the strawberry from the bush and crush it between your teeth, winking.

Percy's eyes narrow, and he silently rises to his feet. You raise an eyebrow suspiciously as he walks towards you. "Perce?" You ask.

He doesn't answer, just leans down, right up close to your face. You expect him to kiss you, so your eyes flutter closed. Percy raises a hand and—

Wipes a smear of strawberry juice from your lip.

"You're a messy eater," he smirks when your eyes open in bewilderment, holding his finger up.

"I thought you were going to kiss me!" You harrumph and quickly grab the juiciest strawberry perched on the top of your basket. Reaching up, you smush the fruit against his cheek.

Strawberry mush slides down his sun-kissed cheek, the same colour as the strawberry-flavoured lipstick you wear every day. You're laughing so hard your ribs begin to ache.

"Grapes! I've got training after this!" He cries, grabbing a berry of his own and throwing it lightly at your face. You catch it in your mouth.

"Thanks Perce!" You laugh. He looks ready to send a counterattack, so you scramble to your feet. Arms ladened with five heaving baskets, you stumble off down the field towards the kitchens.

"You can't get away with this!" Percy calls after you, but when he tries to follow you he finds himself tethered to the ground by vines.

"Sorry! They're making strawberry jam this afternoon, I promised I'd help!" You call playfully back, blowing a kiss as best you can with your arms full. "Love you!"

"Let me go!" The vines just wrap around his calves tighter.

Percy grumbles to himself, delicately untangling his feet to not anger the retched plants further. "Stupid girl," he mutters. "Stupid strawberries."

"You two are adorable," a voice says from behind him. Percy turns to see Marshall, an older Demeter kid, tending to a patch of plants.

"She's evil," Percy laughs. Marshall nods his head to the remaining basket, the one Percy filled.

"You need to take that down to the kitchens, too. Revenge can be served," he grins.

Percy has a vision of swiping a huge glob of sweet jam over your face, and smiles devilishly.

© sunniskyies 2024, do not repost or translate my work

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Batty for you (Lilia)

There's a little guest in Ramshackle, could you spare some fruits?

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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There is a noise coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night.

There shouldn't be a noise coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Grim is right by your side, snoring away on his pillow, like the very spoiled cat monster weasel he is. And it is not the ghosts, they're too talkative to in just make a noise, they'd be giggling between words. So why is there a noise coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night?

That's what you're going to figure out, slipping your feet in the fluffy slippers Vil gave you during the SDC and grabbing whatever blanket Grim isn't hogging. As quickly as your sleepy brain allows you, you speedwalk down the hallway, going directly to the kitchen, a fireplace poker firmly in hands. After Floyd almost scares you to death breaking in, your trusty poker has become a mighty weapon.

Oh, please, let it be Ace letting himself in because Riddle kicked him out again. Please.

"Khee!"

"Oh!" You startle, almost tripping on the blanket dragging in the floor.

Sitting on top of a counter is a quite big bat, surrounded by grapes and other fruits, munching happily on a strawberry. Oh, so it was the bat who made the noise by turning the fruit bowl upside down to spill the fruit out of it. Wait...

"... Are you one of Lilia's bats?"

The little one perks up at your voice, or maybe at his... Carer's name. Oh, it is so cute, like a big puppy, chewing on fruit with big eyes whole holding what didn't fit its mouth with its little hands. It swallows the piece before clicking at you a few times, and you're now in love with it.

"You're so cute~" you coo, sitting on a bench so you could prop your face on your hands and watch your visitor. "Did you get lost? Or is Lilia around?"

It clicks again before shoving the rest of the fruit in its mouth. You quickly grab a random grape and hand it to your guest, watching in delight as it takes the grape from you and then nuzzles you hand.

"So cute! Eat more, little one, there's a lot of fruit here."

"He won't be little anymore if you keep feeding him like that."

The shriek that rose from your lungs would've been enough to wake up even Leona, but thanks to Lilia and his fast thinking on covering your mouth, all that came out was a muffled squeal. He only lets go once he's sure you won't scream again.

"To think that's all I needed to do to get you to make a face like that," he winks at you, boyish smile sharp as always.

"Stop– if you do that again, I'm never talking to you ever again!" You threaten, huffing triumphantly when his smile drops a millimeter. "And get down from my counter!"

"Apologies, my dear, I didn't think you'd scare so easily," he is still smirking as he jumps off the counter, but you forgive him because he's so cute, and you have a massive crush on the man.

"... I forgive you. Now take your little friend and get out of my house."

"I thought we were welcomed here?"

"I can deal with a cute bat eating in my kitchen. You, on the other hand, will just cause mischief."

"Aw, I'm hurt you think so lowly of me, dear~" he dramatically places a hand on his forehead in an impressive perfomance. Add a hat and one would think he was Rook. "I am capable of more than just mischief."

"Mayhem."

"You're no fun."

Lilia shakes his finger at you, and you can't help but giggle at his antics. The little bat lets out a soft "khee", that you now notice sounds a lot like Lilia's laugh, taking your attention away from the fae. The little one licks its lips and then its little hands, before stretching his wings. With one swift movement, it goes up in the air, and fliess over to the bat fae.

"I see how it is, you don't eat my food, but a pretty girl's are fair game," Lilia accuses, booping the bat with a finger, and you feel like dying of cuteness.

"Maybe it doesn't like your boyish looks, Lils, maybe it likes my feminine charms~" you joke, winking at him. A yawn goes past your lips, and you remember that it is still the middle of the night.

"Maybe so," he chuckles, allowing the little bat to rest on his head. "That's a big yawn, missy, you should go back to bed."

"As soon as you leave my kitchen, Silver told me to never leave you alone with an oven."

The man pouts, prompting a soft laugh from you, only to smile again and bow. With a low 'later, dear', he disappears in a flash of light, much how Hornton tends to do. You are alone in the kitchen.

"He could at least have teleported me to bed," you joke to yourself, hugging the blanket tighter to your shoulders.

(Outside Ramshackle, Lilia scolds Henry the fruit bat in a soft voice for trying to play matchmaker so late at night. Henry reasons that he's very much a bat and likes to go out at night best, and maybe he wouldn't have to do this if Lilia stopped wasting time and confessed already.)

[todderwodders]

WIP WHENEVER

Got summoned by @mightymizora tagging @archduke-enver-gortash

He takes his time. He feeds the fireplace fresh logs to replace the ones that were eaten though well before their time. He fetches the small chest he keeps in his office, the one hidden amongst many others, embossed in his lord’s green, and studies the tools needed for his task. He selects a favorite, a cat of fine quality and fine claws.

The fire begins to crackle and light the room just as he hears a soft knock at the door.

“Sir?”

The sleepy, strained sound of the exhausted servant. The slow, soft sound of Faline, sleepy, trilling like a cat as it winds itself around his legs.

“Enter,” he says, his voice strong and clear. The exhaustion is gone now.

Faline enters the room looking uncharacteristically worn. The coral of her eyes is dim in the firelight, the skin of her face darkened to that uncharacteristic purple that is the telltale sign of accelerated healing. Her shift hangs off of one shoulder. Her robe, a thickly padded velvet, rests open to the night air. He can see the dark blue of a nipple, the stud of a ring poking against the thin fabric. He remembers sucking on a more opulent piece of jewelry once, her finely kept nails carding through his hair.

Enver thinks of her. Enver thinks of what she has done tonight.

He takes a long sip of his drink, refills it with water, and drains his cup again. Faline stares, patient, out of tired eyes.

“Sit,” he orders, gesturing to his table.

“Yes, milord,” she says in a quiet voice.

Faline wobbles slightly as she does, and Enver finds himself wrapping his hand around her forearm, guiding her to sit. She rubs her eyes, murmurs thank you.

How he wishes the fire was truly roaring, and the food, perhaps their late dinner or early breakfast, to be cooked and brought to them. How he wants to watch her eat, watch that pink tongue slip the meat from a fig, watch her mouth chew and her throat swallow. He could show her how he wants her, cock heavy between his legs, her cunt warm and wet when he presses her to his bed for his dewy fingered treat at dawn.

He thinks of her curled into his body, head propped on his chest in the morning.

His cock thickens at the thought. If Faline notices, she does not comment.

“Why is there a fig on the floor?” Faline asks.

He looks down, scooping it up and placing it next to the orange. “No reason. Don't eat it.”

Enver refills his cup, this time with an even mixture of wine and water. He crushes grapes into it, squirting their fresh juice in and letting the husks float on the surface. He takes it to her, holds it to her lips.

Faline looks at him, eyes flashing, but takes the lip of the cup into her mouth, sipping at first, but soon sucking doen sugar and alcohol and water with a hunger she must have not known she had. Enver presses a hand to her hair, smoothing it out and away from her face until she has drained the cup. He guides her by the nape when she tips her head to take in the last dregs, watching her tongue swipe up the grape carcasses.

Faline barely chews, swallowing the skins with a pleasure he has rarely seen her take from food.

When Enver takes the cup away, he can only barely resist pressing his mouth to her own. He licks his own lips as he watches her swallow for the last time.

“My eyes are up here, you know,” she says, and he delights in watching her lips shape the words even as Faline does not smile.

He sets the cup aside, rests a hand on her knee.

“You know what I must do tonight, don't you?” He asks, calmly. He feels the meat of her thigh under his hands.

Faline’s face makes only the most minute shift into, not understanding, but rather acceptance. “You must punish me.”

Enver smiles, takes her hand, and presses it to his lips.

Her eyes look a proper pink in the night, surrounded by deep blues and browns.

“You know why,” Enver says.

“I disobeyed you,” Faline says, just as matter of factly. Her eyes do not leave his, do not flinch as he .

“And?” He prompts.

“You thought I betrayed you,” Faline says, chin jutting high. “You thought I wasn't going to come back. What is worse still, I embarrassed you.”

“Nonsense,” Enver lies. “You are a professional.”

That makes her smile, rueful, showing him too many teeth again.

“I am,” Faline admits, mouth pearly in the moonlight. “I only did what I had to.”

He studies her, impressing that prideful face, that sneer into his mind.

“I know you did, Faline.”

He will be disappointed if he is unable to see it again.

He slides her robe off. He watches as she pushes her shift off herself. Her chest is all gooseflesh, unmarred as it always is save for the collection of spurs and decorating her body.

“You have taken a burden such as this before, Faline?”

“I have, sir.”

“In what way?”

“Whip and flail and lightening,” she says, tone akin to one who is made to read a grocery list outloud. “Fire, once.”

“Fire? Where?” He asks, wondering if he has missed the telltale gloss of a burn injury on her.

“The soles of my feet.”

“I see.” He takes one foot in hand, examining it. Sure enough, where the healthy indent lifelines and veins would be on an unblemished foot, Enver sees skid lines of smoothness, where fire and calluses have refined her to nothing.

He cannot help himself. He presses his mouth to her, strokes a glossy patch of skin just below her big toe.

“My feet are filthy,” Faline says, although without any bite.

“You'll have to be careful not to let me touch these. I would hate for you to fall,” Enver places her foot back to the floor as if he were a body servant sliding his mistresses feet into her shoes. He presses a kiss to her knee, looking up at her.

“You were very brave. Do not do it again.”

“In the grand scheme of things, are you not most important Enver?”

He pulls back, cupping her face in his hands gently. She does not melt, although she does smile. This time, lacking teeth. “Be by the fire. Your hands on your lap.”

He stands, traces his thumb over her chin as he crosses the room to his steamer trunk, the little chest open and ready for him.

She is on her knees for him when he turns around, her face to the fire. She does not turn to look at him, instead looking patiently into the light.

“Your hair will not do, Faline,” he says, letting the leather slip from his hands gently. He sets it on the table, within reach.

“Oh? Then what shall we do? I haven't a ribbon.”

Enver steps into her shadow, squatting with a pop of his knees and a soft grunt as he takes up her hair in his hands. It is coarse to the touch, lacking in its usual silk, and he feels himself smoothing her locks out with patient hands. He folds her hair up into a soft bun, wrapping sections in on themselves until all is orderly, and then binds it up with a ribbon. It is black, something he does not remember purchasing but keeps around. This is the first time in a long time it has been used to bind up a woman’s hair.

Faline reaches behind herself to feel his handiwork. He grabs her by the wrist, not unkindly, putting her hands back in her lap. A correction she does not acknowledge but does not disobey again.

“You are very good at this,” she says sweetly, honestly - a rare bubble of a smile percolating on her face as Faline turns to him.

He means to say: I have had practice.

It implies experience, and women and men well fucked, and salacious charm.

Instead, he says:

“I have a sister.”

Faline looks surprised and delighted, a smile twitching across her lips.

“Is she younger or older?”

He is surprised. Surprised enough to stand with a grunt, feeding another log to the fire. It crackles and snaps with wet resin.

“Older,” he answers patiently.

“You do seem like a younger brother,” she says agreeably, almost teasing him. He feels himself swallow, but Faline does not press. She is not chatting for nothing, she is not pushing a conversation past its limit, as if she is nervous.

“Do I?” He stands, taking his cat in hand, luxuriating in the little barbs scrapping across his open palm.

“You do,” she agrees gently.

“Tell me”, Enver begins, letting the tails of the whip flow through his hands. “You're about to have yourself whipped bloody, and yet you are calm. Why?”

“Oh? Is that what you intend?” Faline asks with a calm that draws him in.

“It is, lady.” It is simple. It is so simple to take her.

“No ‘fruit’ tonight?” She chides, one claw trailing over her knee in the same shape she has touched his chin.

“If you’d like to be called ‘fruit’, fruit. Do not dodge my question.”

[insomniac-astronomer]

Nick Nelson x Reader: Bad Days

Welp I've read heartstopper twice now and got actually triggered by Charlie's ed. So yeah. That really sucks. It was helping my depression and loneliness till I wasn't eating. So. Here we are.

Fuck my brain, I hate it.

Literally wrote this after taking sleeping pills so idk how this turned out, gotta read it again later.

Description: Reader is having a really bad day with their ed, Nick helps.

Gender: neutral! no pronouns used

WARNINGS: talking about ed (not eating) in detail

NOT INTENDED TO ROMANTICIZE EDs. As heartstopper put it, love can't cure a mental illness. Additionally, YOU DO NOT WANT AN ED OR A MENTAL ILLNESS. They suck. Whatever picture you have painted of it, you don't see everything else.

I promise it's not worth triggering yourself to read this ❤️

*not my gif* UGH LOOK AT THAT BOI, MURDER ME

You feel mopey. Like, for some reason that's the only way to describe it. You've had an awful day. In health class, you had to list--in great detail--your body type versus your eating and exercising habits.

The hunger from lunch pangs nicely in your stomach. That feeling is familiar. The lightheadedness is almost comforting now.

You fight between the thoughts of "don't pass out," "this feel nice," "I'm being ridiculous," and "you don't deserve food."

You glance over at your best friend (and crush), Nick. He is focused on something on his phone. You glance back out of the window, torn between being happy he doesn't notice your unusual behavior and selfishly wanting him to see.

When the bus pulls up to the stop by Nick's house, you both step out. He gives you one of those smiles you adore as you both begin to head to his house.

Once in his bedroom, you flop dramatically onto the floor. You feel the air conditioning biting at your exposed arms.

"Its freezing in here!" You whine.

Nick laughs. "Here," something lands on the ground next to you. One of his hoodies.

You muster the energy to sit up and put it on, hugging the warmth and totally not his smell close to you.

He sits on the ground next to you.

"Want a snack?" He nudges your shoulder.

You shake your head. "I'm alright."

"Really?" He leans forward so he can see your face. "You didn't eat lunch."

You shrug. "Not hungry."

Nick sighs and a strained silence settles between you two.

"You know," he finally breaks the tension, "there's no one else here. No one will see if you eat anything."

"I'll see," you whisper. It's quiet enough you didn't think he would hear it, but he did.

"You deserve to eat something. Despite what your brain says."

For the first time since getting to his house, you look at him. "Since when do you know so much about I'm thinking?"

"Since I thought you might have an eating disorder." He looks away.

"Aw," it escapes. It sounds a little condescending in a way you didn't want. "I'm glad you care."

He takes you hands and you look at him, the light humor you had been holding on to disappearing.

"I don't know if anyone's ever told you, but I think you're very pretty and you can eat food if you need to. And you do need to. And you can always talk to me if you need."

For a moment, you focus on the floor, not sure how to respond. "Thanks," you whisper, throat blocked by tears.

"I'm gonna get you some food, okay?"

You feel a twinge of stress in your chest. "I just . . . can't today. I'm sorry."

"That's okay. I'm gonna get it anyway in case you want it."

You give him a little smile. Once he is gone, you feel a couple tears fall on your cheeks. You quickly wipe them away. You're greatful that he cares, no one's every really cared about you before. Like that. Like they really want to make you believe what they're saying.

Nick returns with a plate with some fruit on it. He sets the plate between the two of you. He pulls out his laptop and starts scouring for a movie to watch, mindlessly eating some grapes while he does so.

Your fingers twitch as you desperately want to take some fruit, too. You watch the way he doesn't think twice about anything he consumes and it almost comforts you for some reason. You take a strawberry and twist it in your hand for a moment, then you bite into it.

The sweetness fills your mouth, stronger than you've ever tasted due to your complete fasting in the last 12+ hours.

Nick must have noticed because he gives you a giant smile.

You smile back and reach for more food. Maybe it won't be so bad to eat tonight. Thanks to this dorky boy.

Thx for reading, don't steal. Go eat something my loves ❤️, Nick wants you to.

Buy me a coffee?

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Hey! I love your writings a lot! Can I please request a Pin Hawthorne + 9:45pm? Thanks<3

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When you first had started crushing on Pin as you started riding at Bright Fields when you were just children, you would have never imagined that six years later you would be there, lying on a luxurious bed in his arms and watching Netflix together from a huge tv mounted on the wall. Arthur had made you some evening snacks to enjoy while watching the movie, and the tray he had brought to you when you started the movie was now sitting by your side on the end of the king size bed, piled up with grapes, breadsticks, olives and various cheeses. You had to admit, such snacks made you feel like royalty too.

Pin had told his butler to go sleep early that night, insisting that you'd take care of the dishes. He had been working so hard for the whole day, and his exhaustion started showing on his face. He had thanked Pin, retreating to his room as Pin had pulled you to lie between his legs, your head against his chest and he wrapped his arms around your hips. That's how you had been watching the movie, occasionally snacking on food from the tray or resting your head on him, feeling safe and protected under his strong arms.

The movie was interesting, but you started feeling tired after you had watched half of it. Your eyelids became heavy and your eyes involuntarily closed as minutes passed by, and soon you had fallen into sleep against Pin's chest.

Pin didn't even realise you had fallen to sleep at first, too invested into the movie himself to notice. But as the ending credits began rolling and Pin put the movie away, you began to snore lightly. He held back a chuckle and gently laid you next to him, sneaking to the other side of the bed to take the now-empty tray and put it on the windowsill. He crept back on the bed, settling down beside you and stroking your hair with gentle fingers. You smiled in your sleep, snuggling closer to him and Pin wrapped his arms around you, smiling tenderly at you sleeping. 

Then finally, he let himself fall in slumber too, knowing there was no other place where he'd rather be right now.

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Top Wave | A Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw Fictional Work

Words: 3643

Sneakpeek:

“You’re thinking out loud again,” he hummed in amusement, tapping his fingers on the harsh, slightly scratched surface of her cubby. 

“I already knew that, Goose,” she spat his surf sign in a taunting manner, she broke the gaze they had between each other as she sighed harshly, taking a moment to briefly change the subject, “I didn’t know you came on Thursday afternoons,” one of her eyebrows perched at him.

Chapter One Out of Ten

Chapter List : here

Inspiration - Artwork by MustaseKittens

(Tags: @callmemana, @notyoursbutlewis, @bayisdying,)

The radio spilled an awfully familiar tune, it was an Elvis classic I can’t help falling in love, Y/N leaning against her beloved counter so she could listen to the chatter about the bar, there were a few drunkies speaking in such slurring words that she could hardly make out what they were trying to say, the other people were surfers, they were just pushing each other around, joking about. 

It was something that Y/N had once dreamed of long ago, going to the surfing academy, sending her dear father photos and updates of how it was going, spending her weekends partying and being an absolute wild duckling. That was a dream though, it was never meant to be true. 

Now, she was just leaning against the polished wooden counter of her second home, her very own surfing cubby as she called it. Her eyes were still pondering on the chuckling and wild surfing buddies, the way they had assigned handshakes and unique laughs is what made her the most interested in what she missed out on after all these years. 

Penny, Y/N’s practically second mother always took notice of the look she had in her crisp colored eyes, longing, Y/N was longing for something more, she was wanting to reach out for something that her hand would phase though like air, but everytime she reached out something held her back.

Like she was grippled back from chains or a rope, Penny never understood, Y/N wasn’t as open as she was when she was little, the little ball of sunshine was now tucked away in a cubby that was dim and only played the classics on the weak radio, the sun didn’t shine where Y/N stood, it hadn’t for a long time. 

Her past trauma, the accident, the passing of her loving father who’s cheerfulness never seemed to fade even in those rough times seemed to cause her to lose her true Y/N charm.  Penny did miss the snarky smile she got from Y/N when she and her father would come in to surf in those early days, sharing how she got accepted in academy and it was starting that fall. 

But his sickness fell upon him, the wish he asked of her poor soul is what crushed the grape that was holding her emotions together, the wish to never surf again when he passed. Y/N remembered when she got home after his weak message, her hands tightly wrapped around the wrinkled paper of her entry and acceptance papers, she didn’t show up that semester, 

she didn’t show up for any semester. 

Her brows were furrowed and buckled in place, she was thinking out loud as if the thoughts were bouncing off her skull and into every person scattered about the small bar, she knew if her thoughts had limbs they would be playing the out of tune piano only a couple feet away from her cubby. 

There was a small clearing of the throat, her eyes catching wind of a blue and dainty Hawaiian shirt that seemed fresh and had a form of class. She looked up to meet the eyes of the fellow, they were too familiar for her not to know who those eye’s belonged to. 

“You’re thinking out loud again,” he hummed in amusement, tapping his fingers on the harsh, slightly scratched surface of her cubby. 

“I already knew that, Goose,” she spat his surf sign in a taunting manner, she broke the gaze they had between each other as she sighed harshly, taking a moment to briefly change the subject, “I didn’t know you came on Thursday afternoons,” one of her eyebrows perched at him.

“I don’t, my son’s in town.”

Now, those words were new, she didn’t even know Goose had a son, he never spoke of him when they had their drunkenly night chats at the bar when he came in alongside his short friend, she believed his surf sign was Maverick, he knew Penny, that’s all really Y/N knew of Goose’s friend. 

“What son?” her eyebrow was still perched, her lip forming a twist in confusion, “I don’t think you’ve mentioned having a son before,” Goose made a shocked expression at her, giving a slight tilt of his head. 

“I haven’t? Has Carole ever mentioned him?” Y/N shook her head at this response causing his brows to do a weird wave kind of motion, “You’ve been to my house, haven’t you seen the baby photos?”

“I don’t think I was planning on looking at baby photos when I was over for dinner, Goose,” she laughed a bit at his assumption, “Did you really think me coming over was just to look at baby photos?”

“A lot of people do that,” 

“Are those Carole’s friends?” She questioned him, she laughed a bit more when he nodded, “I’m your friend, Goose, I’m not like woman in their forties going over baby pictures and knitting baby blankets,” She had a soft babish tone when she spoke, it earned her a small shoulder shove from the man. 

“She doesn’t fond over Bradley either,” he had that iconic Goose grin on his face, “We’re just so busy these days we just don’t have enough time to speak of him, so it seems, It’s only when he comes in every six months when we can spill.”

“Okay, it’s that time, spill old man.”

“About Bradley? Or me?” 

“Why not both, I’ve only been over for dinner a couple times,” She didn’t know much about Goose and Carole either, they both were very parent-like, it was understandable they had a child of their own, one that seemed to be in college from the looks of things. 

“Well, he’s in the academy, he’s practically following in my footsteps as any child would unless they didn’t want to that is, he seems to be doing great,” he muttered, it seemed like he didn’t keep a constant check on Bradley as her father would’ve done if she went to the academy and if he was still breathing and living beside her. 

She knew that her father would’ve been like Goose, popped into The Hard Deck every once in awhile and try to drag his daughter out to sea to pop some waves, she remembered it like it still was those kinds of days, she looked at the door at times for short periods of time, waiting for her father, her dead father to come through those doors.

In some part of her mind, she had to act like a parent to her own brain, she had to remind herself, he would never walk through those doors. She felt like a parent telling her toddler she didn’t have enough money for ice cream that day, but instead of it just being made up on a different visit, it would never be made up. 

Goose seemed to speak of his son with pride, perhaps even some sort of shame? She couldn’t really pick out every emotion that was scattered in bits in his facial expressions, she wasn’t one to pick apart people either. 

“How long has he been in the academy?” She wanted to continue the conversation, she felt like it was starting to get interesting knowing she could ask him more questions about the academy without getting the classic Goose brush off the shoulder and avoiding the question. 

“Two years? It’s been really great from what I’ve heard, I’m kind of shocked you never went back then, Penny used to share to Maverick your surfing stories,” Of course, he had to know some sort of her backstory, had to try and figure out every secret about her. 

She had asked Penny about spreading her life and having to end her joyful banter about Y/N’s old career, she hated hearing about how Penny would share her gnarly stories with her father, the way she talked about the look in Y/N’s eyes haunted her from behind, she knew it was all positive, but somehow it came off like someone had searched into her whole life and threw it all at her at once. 

“It’s a long story,” Goose knew about her accident, he always assumed it was the reason she didn’t surf anymore, the reason she hadn’t picked her board off the racks behind her in such a long time, “I’ll tell you another time, I’d rather not waste anymore work hours as it is,” she turned a heel to switch the song out in the dusty radio, her fingers landed on the old tape her father made for her long work days, it had become a constant crowd favorite, everyone would sing along on the busy weekends, ask her to play such a tape and have it rewind on the best songs all night. 

She had flipped it over to the B side slipping it in, she took a moment to press play and a second to listen to the words to know it was one of her father’s favorites, it was the song he always played when she had a bad fall during a run, I’m Still Standing by Elton John, he always laughed at the tune, sung along poorly, she looked back at Goose who seemed to be nodding to the beat.

“Do you have any more questions?”

She took a moment to think, “Who’s Maverick? You speak of him a lot,” She muttered, her fingers reaching up and twirling in her hair, “I know very little about him, Penny has shared a bit, especially since they’re dating.”

Goose seemed intrigued by this question, “Well, he’s my duo surfer, we never went anywhere apart, it was either Maverick and Goose or nothing at all back in the day, he trains at the academy nowadays, that’s part of the reason I’m even here tonight, he’s training them down by the water, actually,”

Y/N gazed over Goose’s shoulder to notice the surfers she was staring at earlier had vanished from their spots, no wonder the music sounded so dull and The Hard Deck felt bland, it was empty aside from Penny and Goose with his continuing chatter. 

“He’s here tonight?” She asked, cutting Goose off his unstoppable rant, yet somehow he froze in his word track, “Yeah, he should be out there at least,” He looked over towards the glass that surrounded The Hard Deck. 

“I might’ve saw him earlier,” She perked up a bit more to see from her current position, she was shorter than Goose so being able to see where he was looking was going to be quite the challenge, “They came in for a break a while ago, I was wondering about their boards, I liked the one with the glasses, he has a really snarky laugh that’s addictive to the ear.” 

“Bob?”

“Is that his surf sign?” She looked back towards Goose, her arms giving her a boost to finally make eye contact on the figures that stood in the distance out in the sand, “Yeah, he’s one of Bradley’s friends,” She made a small sound of interest before falling back down to her feet because she couldn’t simply hold herself up forever. 

“Are they all Bradley’s friends?” Goose seemed to shift uncomfortably at her question, “A few,” He snarked sheepishly, his once confident stance fading. 

“It’s not a bad thing to not be friends with everybody, Goose, you probably weren’t friends with everyone in your class,” Goose seemed like he wanted to say something, she sort of deflated after realizing she was probably mistaken, was he really that likable around his peers? He had to have at least one person in those academy classes that hated him, right?

“Everyone liked you, didn’t they?” She narrowed her eyes, her gaze never leaving his slightly discolored face, “Maybe,” he gave a bland response, “How does everyone just- like you?” Goose tilted his head side to side as if he was trying to crack his neck and prepare for the fight of his lifetime, “I got in my accident so early, nobody had a chance.” 

That’s when what she had forgotten before hit her in the face like a frying pan, 

Goose was retired.

“How could I forget?” She muttered out, her words falling from her mouth like ice, “I keep forgetting we’re both waterboarded seals.” Goose seemed amused at her comment, “You’re not waterboarded.”

“I know that, but what makes you think I’ll pick back up my board and head out to fall face first in the water?” Goose shrugged, “You went down in history, what makes you not want to go and just surf?” 

“Have you ever promised anyone, anything, Goose?” She was getting a bit frustrated with his sudden words, they felt like daggers to her cold skin, the prickly feeling she was getting made her stand on edge.

“I have,” She knew he would say this, he had a son, one that he had probably promised a bunch of stuff for, promises that had probably been forgotten and broken with time.

“Then what if I told you I made a promise?” She asked, her eyebrow stuck on that perch again, the perch of questioning, “I would respect that.”

“Yet, if I never told you I had a promise tied around that, you wouldn’t?” Goose opened his mouth to answer, but was ultimately interrupted by a tall figure, Y/N flinched at the noise he made when he placed his board against the sandy colored walls of The Hard Deck, the impact was so powerful it caused the song on the radio to switch rapidly, Hey Lover! By Wabie flooded Y/N’s ungrateful ears. 

She missed the repeating tune of Elton John, she wanted to know the reason behind his noisy awakening, he could tell by the way she was currently biting her lip that she was irritated, “Sorry, was I interrupting something?”

“Maybe,” She had a small amount of malice behind her voice, she took in his appearance, the stache that looked like he had simply stolen the look from Goose who stood beside him, his sandy colored hair that was dripping wet with fresh salt water, the marks of sand and seaweed residue that was on his knees down, it was strange, she felt like she had seen him before, it was a faded image in the back of her mind. 

“Bradley,” Goose hummed, he didn’t seem as upset as Y/N about the music changing and the change of the moods that happened too swiftly for her liking, this was Bradley? She thought in the last couple seconds, it made sense suddenly, they both looked related, almost a spinning image of each other.

“So, you’re the golden child,” She spat under her breath, hoping he wouldn’t hear such a word that left her mouth at that moment.

“Only child,” he corrected, looking deep in her eyes where not even Goose could see, she shrank down in her stance after realizing he heard everything she said, “but we can say golden for your sake,” He had a small grin that seemed to allow the prickly feeling from before fade. 

“Your father was just speaking of you, it’s just.. You seem like a golden child,” She spoke with her hands, making small gestures when she spoke towards him. She didn’t think of him as an idiot, but he was just intimidating in a way. 

“I guess we can say that,” he scratched the crook of his neck in an awkward stance after finding out of his father’s chatter, “I mainly came here to get a new leash,” he pointed out, pulling out the leftovers of what seemed to be a recently snapped one. 

“Oh, we have leashes, I’m more concerned on how you ripped that one to shreds,” she tilted her head a bit, “It’s a whole story that is too much details to retell, it’s definitely a ‘you need to be there’ moment,” He sighed softly after speaking.

Y/N took that moment to reach down and get him a new red colored leash, “There you go, it’s on the house, I have a feeling you snap those a lot,” She had a small smug grin on her face, “Your surf sign looked too familiar for me not to know that leash you’re holding is only two months old, I just never knew you were Goose’s son.”

“My dad never spoke of me?”

“Nope! Not even a lick of information about you, Bradley, I’ve been quizzing him and prying him for more information anyways, so I guess meeting you makes up for it, just don’t switch my music next time,” She slid him his leash, taking the old one only to pitch it in the trash can beside her. 

“I won’t, I didn’t even mean the first time,” She knew he didn’t mean it, but Goose was already prying too much at her fresh wound for her not to be peeved about the sudden change of the uncomfortable atmosphere, it was one of her father’s favorites, even when he didn’t know anything about her, he didn’t even know of her existence, he still hurt a weakened part of her. 

“Thank you, enjoy your leash,” She had a small fake smile on her chapped lips, he took his leash and board with a nod, he gave a small wave to the both of them before Y/N averted her attention back to Goose, “Don’t feel like you got out of trouble because of your son, mister.”

She poked him slightly, “But, I get off soon, so I guess you’ll only have Maverick and Bradley to please your talkative moods.”

“You’re getting off early tonight, what’s with the hour change?” Goose asked, his curious side spiking again, “Moving, I’m in the process of moving,” Goose seemed surprised by this, his eyebrows reaching higher than her iconic perch could even go. 

“What made you want to move? You never spoke of it at dinner last week,” Goose was right, she didn’t mention it, she was still questioning if she had gone through with the whole idea of moving in the first place, then the realtor showed up and everything fell into place. 

“A lot of reasons, most of it is the house is just.. Too big for just myself,” She hated how quiet the house was, she used to love the days alone where she could blast her favorite Beach Boys songs and sing out loud to the world, now it just ate her whole.

The feeling of her father passing and her mother shortly after him made the silence a discomfort, it was why she always had music wrapping around her head everywhere she went, why music was the reason she was able to keep herself grounded and speaking to the man in front of her, it was part of the reason Bradley upset her when he caused it to glitch out, it was her way of playing an old tape that would rewind in her brain. She was remembering priceless memories without a VHS tape and a VHS player so she could relive those days, she could’ve asked Goose, he had all the surfing tapes of him and Maverick’s surfing runs, she had seen a couple in her last visits. 

She wanted more, she wanted to get over the fact that what she lost was just a small setback, but she couldn’t wrap her head around it, why would she? She would never probably ever recover from what the world calls someone’s biggest loss and there was only one person that truly knew her fate and feelings, Penny, she was the one who dragged Y/N out of her house after months of nothing but stale saltines and scratched up tapes that her father made on his free time. 

She had no one to support her, no one to tell her how to live, she was just stuck. She couldn’t tell Goose much more about herself without fear of too much exposure, fear of sharing so much she would crumple below his feet and drown, she didn’t know how many more days she could look at a surfer and feel this pain in her stomach, the one where her scar from her accident laid, the one accident where her father forced her to sit on the hard solid hospital bed and told her to slow down, only for him to make her promise to never surf again to never do the one thing she loved ever again.

She didn’t know how that felt to most people they would’ve begged, but in that moment it felt like a natural response, the agreement that left her mouth that she would only regret years later and she could tell Goose was tangled, he was tangled in confusion about why she kept something so huge behind her narrow back. 

“Too big, how?” Goose pondered, his fingers were back to tapping to the tune that repeated over the tape till she reached over and changed it again, “Just too many rooms for one person,” She replied stiffly, finally turning off the radio, her shift was over.

“I would love to stay with you and chat, old Goose, but I have to continue packing, I’m almost done,” She put on a fake smile, gripping hold of her belongings and giving Goose a small hug, she knew he was pushy on purpose, it was his whole being to be like a father. 

“I’ll see you around then, little duckling.”

Y/N gave her final farewells for the night, glancing out the back door to see Bob and Bradley messing around before she turned her heel and headed out the front doors towards the parking lot, perhaps, something good could come from Bradley and Goose. 

Or it could be something that ruins her forever.

[hungry-hobbits]

writing prompt: james bond goes to dennys at 3 in the morning post mission

okay you asked for it

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Felix was charged with looking after Bond while he was on duty in America. The comradery between MI6 and the CIA was welcomed in situations of shared interest, especially when it came to the tricky landscape of the US.

At 3am the two agents descended upon one of the few places that was open, Denny's, and chose to situated themselves gingerly in a booth at the back. They were bloody and exhausted, but Bond was assured by Felix that this was the most appropriate way to re-energize before they got back to work. Of course, it was the double-oh who was out of his element for once, having never actually stepped foot inside an American styled diner. The unimpressed gazes of the waitstaff did little to make him feel like he wasn't standing out like a sore thumb, but it was easy enough to follow Felix's lead as he'd done most of the trip.

"They probably don't have the kinda tea you posh Brits drink. The most they have is Lipton, I think."

Bond, while busy ruining the provided cloth napkins by using them to dab at the cuts on his face, gave Felix a look of sarcasm-laced delight, "Then it's a good thing I don't drink tea."

Felix knit his brows and laced his fingers, peering at Bond with a squint, "You don't drink tea?"

"I don't."

"What do you mean?" Felix pushed himself forward partially across his segment of the table in an attempt to get into Bond's space, "Aren't you Bri'ish?" He questioned his comrade in a mocking, cockney accent that definitely did not phase Bond in the slightest.

"I'm Scottish on my father's side," The double-oh picked up his menu and began to scan through it, ignoring the other agent's gaze.

"That's still British." Felix shook his head while leaning back against the cushions of his seat. Some part of him was disappointed to find this out about his brother from across the pond, "Never met a British person that didn't like tea."

Bond shrugged, "You never met my aunt. She was a firm believer that coffee was the drink of civilized societies."

"Dunno about that one. I always thought tea was what smart, fancy people drank."

"Fancy people drinks are things stomped by the feet of an aging, sweaty Italian man then sealed in a bottle for forty years until it's sold at a mark up of two hundred quid." Bond laughed at the disgusted look of Felix, who undoubtedly thought wine grapes were only crushed by the most gentle, unblemished feet of belle donne in the Sicilian countryside.

Obviously wanting a way to shake the image out of his head, Felix picked up his own menu, "…Let's just hurry up and order, huh? HQ should be texting us soon about our flight and I'm not flying on an empty stomach again."

Bond made an affirmative little noise that was followed by incredulous muttering, "What kind of breakfast place serves pot roast?"

"The kind of place that serves fucked up lookin' guys like us without calling the cops! Now are you gonna order or do I do it for you like we're on a date?" Felix lowered his menu and groaned at the double-oh batting his eyelashes at him.

"You know… I do so love a man that knows how to take charge."

"James, you can fucking walk."

[lynne-monstr]

Writer’s Month Day 5: Body Switch

The King’s Avatar, Yuhuang, humor

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“No way, no way, how cool is this! Look how big my arms are, I could crush you all like little grapes!” Yu Wenzhou flexes his biceps, grinning widely at the bulging muscle beneath his white t-shirt. He pokes at it, eyes lighting up even as winces and shakes out his hand. “Ow, that hurt. Captain, these things are dangerous.”

Next to him, Huang Shaotian gives a placid smile. His hair is neatly styled, and it somehow makes his bright orange jacket and lime green pants look sedate. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised. You’ve seen me lift weights at the gym before.”

Yu Wenzhou nods so hard the edges of his hair flop around his forehead. “Sure I’ve seen it, but—wait, does this mean I can lift that much weight? I bet I can lift you now.” He scurries over, but stops short when Huang Shaotian tilts his head in warning.

The whole team watches in bewilderment as their captain plops himself down meekly in Huang Shaotian’s gaming chair, fingers tapping against the desk.

Huang Shaotian turns to them, his grin turning rueful. “Sorry about that, everyone. Shaotian and I are having a mishap.”

“Captain?” Lu Hanwen shoots out of his seat, wide eyes flitting between the both of them. “It’s you, right. What are you doing in Huang Shao?”

“Same thing he does every night,” someone mutters, probably Zheng Xuan, who still hasn’t forgotten the ginger incident of Season Seven.

The rest of the team snickers while Yu Wenzhou fights against the heat rushing to his ears. Normally he’s much better at controlling himself but Huang Shaotian’s body is so quick to broadcast every little reaction. “Don’t worry,” he answers, doing his best to project an air of calmness. “We’ll figure it out.”

Training begins as scheduled. Neither Yu Wenzhou nor Huang Shaotian are very good at adapting to each other’s hand speed, and the day’s practice goes down on record as being the funniest three hours in Blue Rain history.

[josiebelladonna]

while we’re on the topic of clowning… apparently, Set Me on Fire was written as a response to fever in fever out, which i wrote out of a burgeoning crush on alex, and dead man walking, which was written in response to Like Loving the Dead, which was written in response to both the dead of night and the dead trilogy, which were written because i felt alone and isolated and like i had no voice. this is your queen, type o and mötley crüe fandoms.

add to this, there was a one shot in eclipse, cosa del pantano, that, when held next to Set Me on Fire, feels like a middle finger (even though i promise you that was not my intention). and then the druidess had the gall to complain and pledge her grievance™️ through chapters 2 and 3 of Life After Death. not sure what the point of Burnt Flowers Fallen is supposed to be, other than maybe as a response to like blood from a stone? idk, the second shot in that collection is time-stamped two weeks after i started l.b.f.a.s.  i feel like i said this before but… so it’s okay for you to cry and kick and scream and moan when i joke around and am doing nothing more than being myself but it’s not okay for me to bleed and call your bluff. gotcha 👌🏼

Life After Death was apparently written in response to like blood from a stone, flowers for alexander, and eclipse, too (and if she thinks flowers for alexander is in response to burnt flowers fallen, she’s got another thing coming—it’s in honor of flowers for algernon and it’s going to have some sour grapes themes within). add to this, i took one look at chapter one—just one look—to see that it’s a copy of fever in, fever out, of all fics—just like the way that it jumps around with the timeline and it’s coming after something supposedly horrible. it’s… it’s hard to follow, like i see why the mötley fandom is kind of lukewarm to it. nevermind the whole thing between me and her for a second: it…

it’s one of the worst things i have ever read (and i read the first 50 shades book).

there’s in media res, as it’s known, and time travel à la time after time from templeoftheslavegarden, and then there’s manically hopping around to the point i’m trying really, really hard to make sense of this and not wanting to roll my eyes at l*zzy’s heartbreak™️. and i wrote fever because alex was so sweet to me and it was the beginning of a really sweet story between me and him. i wrote fever because i genuinely wanted to put it to bed in february 2021.

apparently it’s supposed to be a spin-off to Like Loving the Dead and temple’s mötley fic so good, so bad, and… i guess it’s supposed to fuse the timelines like what the m.c.u. does or…

you know, now that i say this out loud, i realize it’s not very interesting (although so good, so bad is… it’s warm, friendly, especially with someone like me who’s kind of “take it or leave it” with them; it’s alright). so, i can’t assume you’d care. but Life After Death assumes that you do, and it’s an obvious popularity statement.

i have every right in the world to clown her, especially now that it stopped hurting a long time ago.

[dandelion-sugar]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 『Adam x Reader』

Summary: Reader was Adam's first wife before he married Eve.

Warning: Angst, a little fluff, death, deities are really cruel

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Author's note: Requests for Genshin have not been forgotten! I'm working on it BUT I just finished season one of Record of Ragnarok and needed to write about Adam. I think he deserves more writing about him...he's the best husband and father Earth could have!

"A demoness? A succubus? No! A human whose legends turn her into a fearsome ruler of the underworld! She rules an entire army with an iron fist! Made of the clay of creation, she is made in the image of the gods! N°00000000002 : Lilith!" shouted Heimdall to announce your entrance.

You have been chosen to save humanity. The creation of Adam and Eve. You don't know why Brunhilde trusts you to save the humans. What could she possibly have been thinking in choosing you? Were you the best choice for this? Protecting the beings conceived by your ex-husband and his new wife. Unlike your ex-lover, you refuse to walk around naked. Your body is far too precious to be revealed to the world. You stand in the middle of the arena waiting patiently for Heimdall to finish presenting your opponent.

Your eyes rest on your army led by your only son. The only being you have ever given birth to. The third human born. A slight smile appeared on your lips. Your son resembled his father, and you found that particularly funny. You couldn't help but think that Adam's genes were particularly strong. But the way your son stood proudly at the head of your army...he took that from you. Even if you were to perish in this fight, you know that your army and your son will come through.

Your right hand will be around the shaft of your spear. You hear the mocking laughter of the gods, announcing your crushing defeat. You hear the hesitant whispers of humans about your place among the fighters of humanity. You are known in human legends to be a danger to pregnant women and newborns. To be honest with yourself, you hate this legends. You are a mother, how can humans think that you would harm a woman and her child? Your eyes drop slightly to the floor and your lips pucker into an unpleasant pout. After a few seconds, your face frees itself of all displays of emotion and your hand rises to challenge Heimdall.

"Yes, Lilith?" asks the god who has the role of announcer.

"I will not fight under that name," you announce.

"Huh?" he blurts out in surprise.

"I will not fight under the name of the monster the humans wanted to make me," you reply immediately.

"So...what do you want to be called?"

Lying in a meadow, you enjoy the sun and the soft breeze on your bare skin. Rabbits and foxes quickly surround you to enjoy the comfort with you. Everything is perfect in the Garden of Eden. A shadow covers your face, forcing you to open your eyes to discover the obstacle between you and the sun. It is a pleasant surprise when you discover your husband's welcoming smile, his blonde locks framing his face. Adam sits down beside you, placing his fruit basket between his legs. He pulls out a bunch of grapes and takes one between his long fingers. He then brings the fruit to your lips to let you savour the sweet, pleasant taste of the fruit. A sigh of contentment crosses your lips. Your husband's smile widens as he notices your relaxed state.

"You have grape juice running down your chin, Lilith," Adam informs you.

Your eyelids droop slightly as your eyes express your displeasure. Adam only lets a laugh emit from his throat as he leans forward to lick the grape juice off. Your hand gently but firmly pushes him away. You want him to understand that his gestures of affection will not be tolerated again until he realises his mistake. And you know perfectly well that he has understood what he has done.

"Stop teasing me," you say, a frown appearing on your face.

"I like to see your eyebrows furrow. You look like that kitten that was trying to scare us." replies Adam, running his hand over your hip stroking it in lazy circles, as if to soothe you.

"But unlike that kitten, I can bite," you reply sharply.

"I know you can..." he hums in the hollow of your ear. "Y/N."

This memory was a moment of pure happiness that you experienced in the Garden of Eden before you were forced into exile. This name you chose with Adam was the beginning of your independence from the gods. You had never accepted the principle of being subject to a man and Adam always supported you in this choice. But the gods did not like this and in response you abandoned the name they gave you at your creation. Perhaps this is why Eve was created from Adam's rib? To prevent her from becoming like you.

"Y/N. Call me that," you proudly announce.

The gods of your creation frown but do not protest. They hope that you will perish against one of their own and that your soul will disintegrate in space and time.

Adam had slipped out of the room where he was locked up. When he learned of your presence here, he did not expect you to fight for the humans. The children he had with another woman. He snuck into the bleachers to get a better look at your figure. A sense of nostalgia stirs in his heart as he sees that you haven't changed in all this time. You stand with dignity, your weapon in hand. You are strong and independent, you have become the woman you always dreamed of. A woman you could not have become if you were in his company because...everyone wants his wife to be submissive to him.

Adam does not regret his married life with Eve, he enjoys it too. But he has enjoyed the life he has lived with you. He believes in your victory. He wants you to win. He does not want to witness your complete disappearance from the universe without any chance of reincarnation. Your first separation has already split his heart in two, Adam does not want to experience this intense pain a second time.

You swing your divine spear with one hand, deflecting your opponent's first blow. The strength in this attack was not worthy of a god, was he testing your abilities? Your eyes meet. The victorious and arrogant smile on the god's face already irritates you. He underestimated you because you are a human AND a woman. His leg comes to sweep over yours but you manage to dodge by gaining height. You position your spear, blade towards the ground to pierce his skull. The god quickly dodges in a backward leap, leaving you to land on the ground, puncturing the concrete floor which cracks under the impact.

Your exchange of blows lasts for a while. Or should we say: the god throws blows at you that you deflect with your spear. But suddenly, his paterne changes. The force that the god uses becomes more powerful. His leg comes to meet your stomach. You prevent the blow from reaching your skin by placing your spear between your stomach and his leg. Unfortunately, the attack sends you flying a few metres away. You manage to land with difficulty and before you can regain a stable footing, the god launches himself at you. You are forced to fall to the side in a roll to narrowly dodge the punch. Your cheek begins to bleed.

"Mother!" your distraught son shouts.

"Commander! Get up!" your soldiers shout to encourage you.

You let out a breath, your muscles relax, making your movements more fluid and lively. Your eyes fall on the figure of your opponent. The aura around you changes completely, causing the small smile on the god's face to disappear. Your hands grip the spear and your feet anchor themselves to the ground to give you a good foothold.

"Answer my question before we resume this fight. Why are you fighting for the humans?" the god asks.

"Do I need a reason to fight? The gods have forced me to be submissive and men have clothed me in a veil of monstrous lies. It's like choosing between the plague and cholera," you explain. "But I had to choose and I chose my ex-husband's children.

The humans observing the exchange begin to stir, either out of guilt or because they were moved by your story. Humans get teary-eyed easily, you think. But you can't help but find this side of them very touching. Perhaps it was a good thing that Eve was the Mother of humanity?

"Humans have the will to survive and a strength that allows them to constantly evolve. This is a strength that the gods can never possess," you say with contempt.

Your hatred for the gods is much stronger than your hatred for humans. On your words, the fight resumes. You manage to follow your opponent's movements. Like Adam, you were forged from clay in the image of the gods. You are Adam's equal, you have the same ability as him to copy the techniques you see. Your movements remind the gods of Athena. You had copied the movements of this goddess a long time ago.

Your body and that of your opponent are covered in blood. You are bleeding from the wounds inflicted on you, but you were able to avenge yourself by seriously injuring your opponent as well.

Adam clenches his lips into a thin line, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands but he still believes in your victory. You must win. You can't give him up a second time...you can't.

"They've created a second wife for you," you scream indignantly.

"You're the only one for me," Adam admits in an attempt to calm your nerves. He can't bear to see you cry.

"It's only a matter of time before the gods kick me out of the Garden of Eden! I don't understand their desire to have me submit to male authority! Do goddesses submit to male deities?" you growl in frustration. The anger was so strong that you can't hold back the tears.

"If they chase you away then I'll go with you," Adam announces, interlacing your fingers together.

A soft warmth spreads through your chest as a gasp of surprise passes through your lips. A slight blush marks your cheeks as you look away from your husband. You can't help but enjoy the tender feeling. Adam wraps his muscular arms around you in a soothing embrace. His scent calms your restless nerves.

"Spend the night with me tonight," you whisper.

"We always sleep together," he says, tilting his head to the side, not understanding the meaning of your words.

"Adam..." you gasp shyly. It almost sounded like a soft moan.

His blue eyes widen slightly as the implied request is processed by his brain. A teasing smile spreads across his face as he leans in to your blushing ear to whisper provocative words.

That was the last evening you spent in his company before the gods kidnapped you and threw you away from the Garden of Eden. You never tried to return to that place, you knew it wasn't possible. So you did your best to survive. You were able to thrive and enjoy your newfound independence.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son: Eurynome. A child identical to his father, who grew up with you as his only role model. He has become an independent young man capable of leading an army. But he remains a child... a child afraid to be alone without the reassuring presence of his mother.

It is impossible to understand the pain of losing a parent when you have not experienced it. No one could understand a tenth of the pain of Eurynome's scream as the god's fist plunges into your chest.

Your eyes crinkle under the sudden fatigue your body feels. Your right hand struggles to hold the spear. The humans weep in despair as the gods celebrate the downfall of Lilith, the woman who did not obey divine orders.

Nausea takes hold of Adam's body. All that blood, your blood spilling on the floor. Will you die? Disappear forever...you don't even know that he witnessed your fight. You will never know that he missed you terribly. You will never know that he wanted to feel your warmth in his arms again and whisper those three words to you.

Your eyes linger on your son's tear-streaked face. A peaceful smile appears on your lips. A fire of determination shines in your eyes. Your hand tightens around the spear and you slice the god's jugular before collapsing to your knees. If you must die...then you will prevent the gods from achieving a victory as well.

Your eyes slowly close and your hearing becomes increasingly blurred. The voices are now just an indistinguishable din.

Adam could only watch as your body and the god's dematerialize into a smoke of green glitter. His legs move towards the battlefield as if trying to retrieve the flakes that represent your soul dissolving into space. But your son's crying snaps him out of his trance. His eyes fall on a miniature version of himself.

Cain and Abel have some characteristics of their father but Eurynome is a carbon copy of Adam and you would have to be blind not to notice. Adam walks over to your son and takes him in his arms, sharing his pain. Adam fully understands the tug of war that Eurynome feels.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son. Today, this gift will show the world that you existed. That you are not like your legends.

You are an independent woman, a mother and Adam's wife.

"Adam," you call to your husband, who is perched on a tree branch.

"Yes?" he hums, keeping his eyes closed.

"Don't you think I'm strange?" you finally question him. "Do you think I owe you obedience too?

Silence passes between the two of you. A pain assails your heart at this lack of response and you instantly regret having asked him the question. The disappointment was much stronger than you had thought. You look up abruptly when you hear a thud only a few feet away. Adam had just jumped from his branch. His back was to you. He turns towards you, his face devoid of emotion. He encircles your cheeks with his warm palms. His piercing blue eyes almost seem to probe your soul and you struggle to hold his gaze. But your desire to know the answer prevents you from looking away.

"We are husband and wife, I accept you as you are. Don't change for the world, for anyone," Adam says with conviction.

"So...you love me like this?" you ask aloud, wanting to sound confident.

Adam looks at you slightly surprised at this sudden question. He hums softly before leaning in to kiss your forehead. The smile he flashes makes your heart race.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too..." you admit after a few moments.

[spideyobsessed]

Before It’s Too Late - Prologue

peter parker x avenger!reader

Synopsis: With all the life changing events taking place, will you ever get to overcome some of your biggest fears?

Chapter one

“Come on, Y/n! Do it for me!” your best friend pleaded.

“I told you not at school! It’s not my fault you went out drinking on a Tuesday.” you scolded Gwen, who is being dramatic as always.

“Please! I’ll give you 5 dollars.” She clasps her hands together and pleads some more as she shoots you a sheepish smile. You let out a sigh and shake your head, knowing you’d give in to her eventually. “How about you just hand over your jello?” You bargain, doubting she even has money with her.

“Deal!” She cheers loudly before groaning and holding her head.

Ignoring your whiny friend, you scope out your area of the cafeteria. Once you were certain there were no eyes on you, you turn back to Gwen, “This is the last time I’m doing this at school.”

“Yeah yeah, just hurry!” She rushes.

You take a deep breath and focus all of your energy towards your hands. You place your fingertips on either side of Gwen’s head, a purple aura radiating from them. As the energy transfers from your fingers to her temples, you watch a wave of relief mask her face.

“Better?” You ask her, the purple already gone from your fingers. “So much better. Bless you, almighty Y/n!” Gwen bows her head and graciously hands you her jello cup. You let out a loud laugh before accepting the treat, “You are ever so welcome, peasant.” She shoves you slightly before joining you in laughter.

“I saw that, ya know?” A third voice suddenly appears.

Your eyes widen when you see who the voice belongs to. Michelle Jones. This girl notices everything and now she’s just seen you use your abilities. So dumb. So careless. How could I let her catch-

“See what, Mj?” Gwen interrupts your panicked train of thought.

The odd girl invites herself to sit at your table. She squints her eyes while looking back and forth between you and Gwen. “I saw how close you guys were just a minute ago. It just seemed like something is going on.” She speaks with subtle confidence, as if she just cracked a big case.

“What? Uh no. Nope. Nothing going on here, that’s crazy talk.” You chuckle nervously. The blonde girl besides you gives you a disappointed look, “Nice save.” You gulp hard and your palms being to sweat.

The secret is out. I’m done for. I’m going to live the rest of my life as a lab rat being poked and prodded every single day-

“I don’t know. Things just seemed kinda... fruity over here.” Your thoughts interrupted once more, this time by Mj and her idiotic comment. She and Gwen begin to laugh as you bury your face in your hands, your nerves settle, thankfully.

“Very funny, very funny.” Gwen manages to say through her laughing fit, “but we all know who Y/n really wants to swap spit with.” she points a finger.

You turn your head, and almost as if it was second nature, your eyes land on the guy you’ve been crushing on since 8th grade year.

Peter Parker.

You feel the heat spreading across your face and you’re sure your pupils are dilated out of this world, but none of it is enough to tear away your gaze. Gwen let’s out a high pitched “Aahh” as she attempts to replicate that of a beautiful church chorus (and does quite the opposite). You’ve learned to tune out your best friend’s theatrical tendencies.

The smallest smile creeps onto your lips as you watch him and his best friend, Ned, laugh and toss grapes into each other’s mouths. Gwen and Mj share a knowing glance before continuing their antics.

Look at him! The way he grabs his stomach when he laughs, the way his eyes crinkle in the corner when he smiles too wide, the way his curls droop over his forehead. He’s perfect... Oh no.

You whip your direction back to the girls next to you, “Is it that obvious? Does everyone really know I like him?” Your nerves return. “You only make it like super obvious, dude.” Mj snorts, stealing a fry from your tray. You sigh and start to pick at your rightfully earned jello.

“Too bad he doesn’t even know I exist.” You grumble, fully and shamelessly basking in your own self pity. “I can fix that,” Mj smirks, “Hey losers! Get over here!” She shouts from across the lunchroom.

She instantly captures the attention of Peter and Ned, who are obviously use to her ever so friendly nicknames, and everyone else in the cafeteria. You make brief eye contact with the curly haired boy and fight the urge to just melt in your seat.

Sweat starts to bead from your forehead as you turn to Mj and whisper harsh words of protests. “Just go with it, Y/n.” Gwen attempts to reassure you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Please please please don’t embarrass yourself, you thought as they approach your table.

“Yes, Mj?” Ned questions her with his eyes squinted. You can tell they’re both worried about what might come out of her mouth. Quite frankly, you are too! Mj has no filter and is too unpredictable.

You try to avoid making eye contact with Peter, which is really hard to do considering he’s standing right next to you. You smell the strong scent of cologne and suddenly your throat is drier than the Sahara Desert. You sit in silence as you fiddle with your fingers.

“You guys know Gwen and Y/n, right?” Mj speaks in her monotone voice as she points a thumb over to you and Gwen.

This brings out a loud chuckle from Ned, “Uh duh! Of course we know Gwen Stacy and Y/n Y/l/n.” You can’t help but tilt your head over to Gwen, who is just as confused as you, but seems to be entertained by the event unfolding before your eyes.

“What Ned means is, uh.. y-yes. We’ve seen you guys around. And totally not in a creepy way or anything. We’re not stalkers. I just mean I’ve seen you pass by my locker. Not that I was looking for you or anything. I-It’s just that- well...um. I’m gonna.. stop there.” Peter finally chimes in with a painfully awkward laugh, but you swear it’s music to your ears.

Mj clears her throat, “Anyway, it’s your lucky day, nerds. Liz is having a party this Friday and these ladies don’t have dates, so you’re gonna take them. Ned with Gwen and Peter with Y/n.”

While Mj sits back and watches in amusement as Peter and Ned take turns stuttering words of confusion and hesitation, you lean over to Gwen, “Are we just going to let her set us up with them?” “Shh. It’s getting good.” Gwen shushes you.

“Well what about you, Mj? Won’t you be like.. the fifth wheel?” Ned asks a pretty valid question.

“As a young woman, I will be attending the party alone because I refuse to contribute to today’s patriarchal society norms.” Mj answers the question, sounding even more serious than you thought was possible.

The four of you are left speechless, none of you really knowing how to respond to that subtly backhanded statement. Mj continues, “They’ll be ready by 8:00 though. So don’t be late.”

“Demanding much? What if we had plans on Friday?” Peter scoffs while crossing his arms over his chest.

“You two have plans on a Friday night that don’t include a lego death star?” Mj mirrors his actions, calling his bluff.

Peter trades a defeated look with Ned and drops his arms. “No.” he sighs. “Good! So like I said, 8 o’clock. You’re dismissed.” Mj asserts before waving them off.

You get a sudden jolt of confidence and shoot Peter a small smile. He gives you one in return as he walks away with Ned.

“Really?!” You slap your hand on the table as soon as you were sure the two boys were out of earshot. “I believe the words you’re looking for are “Thank you, Mj. You’re the best!” but whatever.” The sarcastic girl smiles, obviously satisfied with her ‘leadership skills’, as she likes to call it.

You could just burst with embarrassment, “Oh, I have a few words I want to say, alright.” However, the bell rings before you get the chance.

- - - - -

The final bell of the day had finally rung and you walk to your locker in a slump. You spent the last three hours replaying the impromptu game of matchmaker at lunch over and over again in your head.

I can’t believe Mj pulled that stunt, you thought, but why was he so against it? He probably doesn’t want to go with me.

You absentmindedly put away your books and shut your locker. As you begin to walk towards the exit, you don’t even realize that the boy you’re constantly thinking of was right next to you.

Peter jogs a bit to catch up with you. “Uh h-hey, Y/n.” he says timidly, his voice making you stop dead in your tracks.

Your eyes widen and your legs now feel weak once you realize it’s really him. “Peter, hi!” you practically yell. Don’t seem too excited! You cringe at your eagerness before giving him a more calming, “Hi.”

The two of you chuckle at how awkward you both are. After a few seconds of silence and avoided eye contact, Peter is the first to start a conversation. “So lunch was pretty...” “Interesting?” you finish his sentence. “You read my mind.” He breathes as he looks down at his shoes.

You take this as your chance to apologize for your very bold acquaintance friend’s behavior. “I’m really really sorry about Mj. I had no idea she was going to do any of that. You and Ned don’t have to take us, if you guys don’t want to.” You manage to push out in one breath.

“No, it’s okay! I know how Mj is.” He reassures you with the sweetest smile possible. “I actually came to ask you what you’re wearing on Friday. I wouldn’t want to be underdressed.”

Heat immediately rushes to your face. This is not a drill! Okay, okay. Just breathe. Be cool. “Uhm I really haven’t given it much thought yet.” You tried your best to keep your composure despite the happiness coursing through your body.

“Oh, that’s totally cool!” Peter hesitates for a moment before saying, “Maybe we could, ya know, trade numbers and you can let me know later.”

You nod your head, maybe one too many times. “Yes, I think that’s a great idea.” You tell him, unable to hide the big smile plastered across your face.

The two of you chuckle once again at the awkward, yet somehow endearing, tension as you switch phones.

I can’t believe this is happening.

You can’t help but take notice of almost every little detail.

Peter’s phone has a screen protector, but still has a good sized crack on the top left corner.

There’s several unread messages, emails, and missed calls.

His home screen is a picture of probably the most beautiful sunset you could get in Queens. And oddly enough, the picture looks like it was taken from the very top of one of the skyscrapers.

I wonder how he got this picture.

After taking in as much as you could, you finally put in the 10 digits of your number. You simply put your name in as “Y/n” and locked the phone, handing it back to Peter, who was taking his sweet time.

Once you got back your phone, you see that he did not keep it as simple as you did. He put his contact name as “Peter :)))” and somehow managed to take and upload a contact photo as well. You smile widely at the sight on your screen.

“Awesome! So I’ll... text you later?” You say more as a question, but Peter doesn’t seem to notice this. “Yes, later! Sounds great.” He smiles as he walks backwards in the opposite direction from you.

“Y-yeah, uh, later!” You say as you copy his actions and also begin to walk backwards. “Later.” Peter gives you that smile that you love so much. You quickly turn around before he could see you blush anymore than he already has. Anyone with decent eyesight can see that you ended the day happier than you started it.

Okay, okay. Thanks, Mj.

- - - - -

“Oh what’s that, Peter? You want my number?” You say out loud, reenacting your conversation with Peter just minutes ago. The stares of strangers walking by you go unnoticed because you’re in your own little world, thinking about the boy of your dreams asking for your number!

“I mean sure, but I can’t promise I’ll get to you right away. There’s just SO many people blowing up my phone.” You say with a sigh as you dramatically place the back of your hand to your forehead. Wow, I’ve been hanging around Gwen too much.

You laugh to yourself, and continue your routine trek home until you hear a faint cry. To your right is a little girl, no older than seven years old, sitting on the stoop of these apartment buildings. You take a quick glance around, checking for any adults she might belong to. When you see no one around, you decide to check on her. With caution, you stroll over to where she’s sitting, and it was in this moment that you realize she’s cradling a small kitten.

You crouch down to her level, “Hey, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

The young girl looks up at you with her big, tearful eyes and then back down at the kitten. You let her sniffle a few times and muster up the courage to speak. “It’s my kitty.” her voice cracks, “He’s really sick, but my mom said we can’t go to the vet.”

You look down at the poor cat. His fur is matted, his breathing is labored, and he looks as if he hasn’t been eating. You can’t help but pity the both of them.

She can barely finish her sentence before breaking down again. Instinct kicking in, you start to rub small circles on her back in order to comfort her, “Don’t cry, don’t cry. I can help him!” The child instantly perks up.

“How are you gonna do that?” She questions skeptically while simultaneously placing the small creature in your hands.

You flash a smug smile before wiggling your fingers in front of her face. “With magic.” You whisper. The little girl’s eyes sparkle as she gazes upon the purple aura beaming from your hand.

You had no problem showing off your abilities to children. With their hyperactive imaginations and short attention spans, they don’t pose a threat when it comes to exposing your secret.

Finally turning your attention to the sickly kitten once more, you press your index and middle finger to its stomach. Just as it did with Gwen earlier today, the purple energy moves from your fingers and onto the kitten. It only takes a few seconds for the cat to spring out of your hands and back to its tiny owner, moving with full strength and purring happily.

The little girl gasps in pure amazement as she picks up her cat and squeezes it to her chest. “Thank you so much! I love magic now!” She squeals, a hint of sparkle still in her eyes.

You let out a lighthearted laugh and ruffle her already messy hair a little bit. “Sure thing, hun. You take good care of him!”

“I will, I will!” She smiles brightly before rising to her feet. “Mommy, mommy! Spiderman feels better now!”

and with that, the little girl disappears through the door.

Did she really name that cat Spiderman?

You roll your eyes and shake your head before carrying on.

- - - - -

“Alice, I’m home- woah. What the hell is this?” You spit in shock at the sight in front of you.

Your Aunt Alice walks up to you and gently pulls you through the doorway. She lets out a loud over exaggerated laugh, “Y/n, we have a guest! Don’t be rude when we have a billionaire in our house.” She whispers the last part to you.

“Uh- right! My apologies. I’m Y/n Y/l/n.” You walk up to the clean cut man with an outstretched hand.

He whips his sunglasses off of his face and you immediately feel ten times more intimidated and a hundred times more confused. He pushes himself off of your couch and steps in front of you.

The man placed his firm hand in yours and gives you a subtle shake, “I know who you are, kid. I’m Tony Stark.”

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The next part!

Okay guys that’s the end of the introduction chapter!! I hope you guys like it! I’m sorry it’s everywhere right now, but it’ll start making more sense as it goes on, like most stories do.

I’m open for some feedback!! Let me know if the chapter was too long or too short. Maybe it could use more dialogue or less dialogue. Whatever you have in mind, just please be nice!! I haven’t written a story like this since I was like 15 so I might be a little rusty. If you’re still here, thank you for reading this far!!

edit: Sorry for any typos!!

[saphirered]

Hey! You asked for individual character requests, so how about Vex x Reader (I thought I’d give you a break from EXU as well), where the reader has a massive crush on Vex, but is unfortunately really scared of Trinket? And maybe something about Vex helping them to relax and bond? Thanks regardless! I love your writing x

Thanks for requesting! This was definitely a fun one to write so I hope you enjoy! 😘

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You may or may not like Vex. Okay, maybe a but more than just like, closer to a major crush but how could you not? Vex’s intelligent, quick-witted, drop dead gorgeous and don’t even get started on the woman’s charm or you might just swoon. Gods above, you’ve fallen for the half-elf hard. The worst part; you know she likes you too. She’s stated so several times, flirting with you more than anyone else and not just to get something from you. She’s not shy about it and takes every opportunity she can get to make you blush. It’s great, or would be great were it not for your very reasonable fear for big hulking bears and Vex just happens to call one such bear her closest of buddies if not closer to a fur baby.

You’re not sure what to do. Trinket, you know, is nothing short of lovely but you cannot get over your fears no matter how much you may like Vex. You’ve kept your distance and retreated within your shell every time the big grizzly is around. Bears are scary. Sharp claws and teeth, super strong. They can climb, swim and run. They’re great trackers too so there’s really no getting away from them.

“Darling, do you have a moment?” You’re seated at the table scribbling away on some paperwork you needed to take care of. Someone has to assure there’s any food and drink left after Grog has one of his solo exclusive parties again. They’re not really parties and only consist of him inviting Scanlan and Vax for a night of binging food and ale until the sun comes up but you’re always out of groceries right after.

Vex peaks around the corner leaning on the doorpost arms crossed. You put down your pen and nod. Vex nods her own head to the hallways behind her and you get the message getting up and following her to wherever she’s leading you. There’s a determination in her step but she tries to cover everything else which leaves you worried just a bit. What’s she up to?

“Vex, where are we going?” You fall in line next to her as you begin to ascend the stairs.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ve found the perfect sight I think you might enjoy and simply wouldn’t want you to miss out before the weather changes. I’d like to discuss some things with you too so, two birds one stone?” Okay that does sound like a reasonable explanation. Maybe almost a little too reasonable now you think of it. You continue walking until you’re stopped in front of a door, Vex opens it and allows you to step in.

Immediately you see the late afternoon sun shine through the clouds, casting rays of golden light upon the landscape contrasting with the darkened grey of the rain ahead. It’s an absolutely beautiful sight. You enter the room walking up to the window as Vex steps in and closes the door behind her. You hear a grumble and a soft but forceful ‘shh’ behind you.

“Just my stomach. I’m afraid I haven’t had lunch yet. Would you like to enjoy some with me?” You turn around at the offer, seeing the table to the side set with lunch for two and a huge plate of fresh fish. A brown grizzly tries to nibble on the tail of one fish in an attempt to pull it off the plates without his momma noticing and is quickly scolded.

“Trinket! What did I say! Stay hidden!” Vex scolds the bear as you squeal making a break for the door but Vex is quicker and grabs you by the arms stroking your shoulders in a calming motion as Trinket growls in shame, for disappointing Vex and being tempted by the delicious fish.

“Let me go, Vex.” You almost beg and Vex offers you a sad smile.

“I’m afraid I can’t just yet. I wanted to ease you into this but as we’re a bit short on time, we’ll have to take this route. Now calm down, just breathe, in and out. That’s it.” You do as she says, Vex guiding you and preventing a mental breakdown of being face to face with your fear in an enclosed space. Her presence makes it a little better knowing she at least is able to control Trinket to an extend and you know he won’t attack you outright but doesn’t get rid of the fear.

“Now, are you alright to sit down or am I going to have to tie you up to prevent you from running? I’m not opposed to the latter but I think we’d both prefer better circumstances.” Vex jokes, or half jokes. You know her well enough for that. You nod and she guides you over to the table, sitting you down on one chair while taking the other next to you, rubbing circles in your back to keep some nerves at bay as trinket makes himself comfortable, laying down, eyes closed but occasionally peaking, pretending to be asleep, much akin to a young child having been told to go to bed.

“Shall we eat?” Vex gestures to the set table and you have to admit the food does look divine, maybe minus the plate of fish though. You look between her and Trinket. You can do this. You’ve been in the same space as Trinket plenty of times before. Granted, those times the spaces were much bigger and there were several people between you and the bear at all times.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I could do with some food.” Your voice shakes but Vex smiles anyway. Small steps are better than none at all. She half expected you to have made a break for the window. She took all the precautions and ‘fear-proofed’ the room just in case. Awkwardly you’re eating and if Vex has learned one thing from animals is they don’t eat when they really mistrust the company, so people can’t be much different right? Vex attempts small talk asking you about your day and such and while you replied you always keep an eye on Trinket not so successfully pretending to be a sleep even mustering a fake snore.

Halfway through Vex keeps staring at you absentmindedly playing with her food leaning her chin upon her enclosed fist. She’s got plenty of ideas running through her head but all are circumstantial. Maybe she’ll go for a hail Mary.

“Darling, do you trust me?” The question makes you look at her confused. Have you done anything to show that you don’t? You don’t think so.

“Of course I do. You’ve saved my life more than I can count. I trust you more than anyone.” You admit a bit wary of where this is going but it’s Vex and what you said is true.

“Could you close your eyes for me?” You look between her and Trinket biting your lip. You do trust Vex but within your own head a battle between that love and trust for her and your fear for the big fuzzy animal rages on. What are you supposed to do?

Vex sees your struggle and gets up from her seat. She gracefully walks around the table making sure your eyes stay focussed on her and kneels down in front of you. Taking both of your hands in hers she squeezes them softly and gives you a gentle comforting smile.

“I want you to know your trust is not misplaced so I’ll give you this.” Vex takes the necklace from her neck and puts it around yours.

“Now I want this back when we leave this room but for now you’re in control of it. Will you close your eyes for me?” She asks once more. Her expression says enough to let you know if you don’t want this you don’t have to and literally anything but closing your eyes will show her you’re not ready yet and that would be okay. There’s no shame in taking small steps or finding a different approach. She’d come to terms with that too but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t relieved and happy when you nodded and closed your eyes.

Darkness. That’s all you see, and the occasional movement of light outside bleeding through distorting that darkness from time to time. You’re hyper focused on your other senses and you’re unsure wether that be because of closing one sense off or because you’re practically shaking with fear awaiting for that fight or flight reaction to kick in. You smell the sweet fruit from your plate, the gentle kick of the fermented grape juice, and of course the slight saltiness of fresh fish. You hear a grumbled moan and the sound of paws-no sharp nails hitting the fine stone floor step by step almost drowned out by the soft whispers of encouragement of Vex.

Trinket, as quietly and carefully as he can makes his way over to you. Vex shushes him a couple of times and the bear loyalty obeys the commands, laying down at your side. Vex takes one of your hands and you jump a little when she does so she turns to rubbing circles in the back of it as she guides your hand away from your lap towards Trinket.

“You’re doing great.” Vex can feel the gentle shake of your hand but you don’t resist so very slowly she guides you towards Trinket until your fingers touch his fur. You breathe in sharply holding your breath upon contact and freeze up, waiting for something to happen, be that a sharp claw slashing out at you, teeth munching down on you, a roar in your face but none of these come. Even Trinket awaits in suspense for your responses, his bear senses giving him enough insight in your discomfort.

Once you’ve gotten a moment to adjust Vex takes her hand off yours watching both you and Trinket. You don’t dare open your eyes yet but in the back of your mind you hear words of encouragement. You’re doing great. You got this and before you know it your fingers glide, all be it a little rigid and awkwardly, through Trinket’s fur.

“Perfect, darling. You’re doing absolutely wonderful.” You nod afraid to speak and break the spell you definitely must be under with this newfound courage.

Vex couldn’t be more proud of you. When you walked in here she wasn’t even sure she could have you be in the same room as Trinket for more than ten minutes and now you’re petting the bear. She watches as you slowly peak through one eye and when you deem the coast clear open the other too watching in amazement.

“He’s so soft…” You breathe barely audible and Vex laughs. Trinket grumbles at the compliment making you pull away your hand and jump a little but when no repercussion comes you put it back and continue petting the bear, who begins purring softly almost akin to an oversized cat. You can still feel your heartbeat in your throat but this is going relatively okay until you begin seeing spots and you start feeling dizzy. Vex notices and pulls your hand away from Trinket offering you your glass.

“Maybe that’s enough for now? We’ll take it easy.” You nod and feel the nerves subside as Trinket returns to his comfy spot by the window. It may be best not to push your luck and drive yourself into a panic attack.

“Don’t worry, darling. Before you know it we’ll have you riding into battle on Trinket’s back. Won’t you like that Trinket?” She shouts over her shoulder to the bear who replies in a happy moan. Vex pours you another glass of wine after she watches the colour drain from your face. Let’s stick to small steps. But for now, the first ones have been taken. Besides, she can’t deny you’ll look absolutely marvellous riding into battle on her favourite Trinket.

[undertheoaktree-novel]

-Chapter 27-

Maxi and Riftan listened to the sound of rain as they lay naked in bed. When desire struck, they locked themselves in a heated embrace, making love until they could not tell whose body was whose.

When they were finished, they bathed and ate the meal that the maidservants had brought to the room. Riftan placed her on his lap and fed her pieces of sweet fruit, cream-topped bread, and delicate pastries. Maxi wondered whether such indulgence was proper, but too exhausted to feel embarrassment, she leaned against his chest and accepted the food from his fingers.

Riftan smiled at the sight. "You're just like a little bird."

And as if he could not resist her charm, he pressed his lips to her cheeks after offering her a sip of wine. She felt herself go weak. Like a mother bear protecting her cub, he did not let go for even a moment. He washed and fed her, then kissed every corner of her body. She had never known such passion and devotion.

An inexplicable thrill surged through her. Not even her own mother had cradled her like this. She felt the urge to throw her arms around him and rub her face against his chest, but she was too exhausted.

"I never imagined that I'd be jealous of a grape," Riftan muttered as he pushed one into her mouth.

She popped the tart fruit between her teeth and swallowed. He licked the juice that trickled down her chin. The sweet feel of his hands on her cheeks and the dance of his fingers on her glistening lips intoxicated her as if she were submerged in a barrel of golden wine. The sensual heat in the room mingled with the damp scent of rain in the air.

"Crush and swallow me like that grape."

He stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. Their entangled tongues passed between their lips, speaking more plainly than any language. Her throat tightened. As a passionate shudder shook her arms, she wrapped them around his neck. He pushed her onto her back.

Pieces of fruit spilled onto the bed as their bodies knocked over the fruit bowl. Riftan's muscular chest, smooth as marble, pressed down on her soft bosom as he licked her juice-stained skin. The sheets, sticky with nectar, wrapped around her body.

"Oh..."

"Mmm..."

Joined in a wet kiss, they rolled around the bed. His mouth smelled of fruit. As their flushed bodies longingly rubbed together, they breathed in each other's sweet breath. Heat simmered in her heart.

Riftan looked into her eyes and pleaded, "Say my name."

"R-Riftan..."

"Again..."

"R-Riftan... Ooh..."

"More... Say my name again..."

She called his name again and again until her voice grew hoarse. At that moment, she existed only to fulfill him. She forgot all sermons on temperance and the virtues of a modest woman. Instead, she felt the joy of knowing for the first time in her life that someone needed her. Enraptured, she thought she might lose her sanity.

It feels so good. He's taken my life and resurrected me.

She looked at Riftan through a fog. Nothing existed in the world but his name.

Unfortunately, the rain began to subside in the evening and by dawn, it had ceased. Maxi squinted at the bright morning sun. She tried to rise, but her limbs gave way as if her bones had evaporated. When she groaned quietly at the dull ache, a large hand began to stroke the length of her back.

"Go back to sleep."

The sharp glare of the morning sun cast stark shadows over Riftan's sculpted face. Maxi watched, transfixed. He had woken up before her and was already dressed and fully armored. Her heart sank.

"A-Are you leaving t-today?"

"We leave at noon. First, we have to prepare weapons and rations for the journey." He lifted her chin and tenderly kissed her swollen lips.

He pulled on a pair of silvery-white steel gauntlets and forearm guards, then picked up his sword.

"I'll come and see you before I leave, so go back to sleep."

[lue-arlert]

More Than My Best Friend

18+ MDNI (minor and ageless blogs will be blocked)

A/N: I spent a few days working on this, I wanted to put it out on the 1st but my motivation and inspiration for it disappeared 😮‍💨 Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Jean x AFAB reader (brief Porco x reader)

WC: 4.7k

Content warnings: modern au, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving)

The gentle brush of fingers on your waist and the laughter that rang through your ears as your best friend moved around you to get to the kitchen was nearly routine. You’d always somehow be in his way when he needed to move through the crowd of bodies in the small frat house, though he couldn’t really be upset about it, as he always kept you near him to ensure you were safe among acquaintances and classmates.

“Excuse me, darling,” he said against your hair so you could hear him over the loud music.

You shifted your hips to the side to make room for him to pass between yourself and another one of your friends, holding your canned beverage against your chest as you grinned up at him, meeting his honey eyes.

Jean returned the grin and made his way past you, his heart set on the various cheese and fruit trays that were displayed across the kitchen island and counters.

The party tonight was for the occasion of the birthday of a fellow student, Reiner, who was currently standing on the lounge room coffee table, talking with his hands to a group of girls, his voice loud and drunk.

Your attention was drawn to him as he jumped down from the table and made his way over to your group, taking a swig from his amber bottle.

“Hey guys,” he smiled, “you down for a game of spin the bottle?”

Your brunette friend scoffed a laugh, and with a mouthful of food, she asked, “What are we, twelve?”

“C’mon, Sash,” he laughed, patting her arm. “It’s my birthday!”

“I think it sounds like fun!” Your shorter friend, Connie, threw his arm around Sasha, his cheeks red from his drink. “We can convince Nic to come join.”

Sasha’s eyes lit up and she nodded. “Okay, I’m in.”

Reiner turned to you and leaned on his palm on the counter beside you, his body flush with your side. “Are you gonna join us?”

You shrugged indecisively and turned to your face away from his, his breath atrociously ripe with alcohol. “Maybe.”

He leaned into you, bringing his mouth to your ear and said lowly, “I know Pock is gonna be joining us. He’d look forward to seeing you there.”

You blushed heavily and turned to him once more. “Really?” You’d had a crush on Porco since your third semester of school when you were paired up for an English project.

“Yeah.” Reiner chuckled and leaned away from you, nodding his head to the side towards the large staircase. “We’ll be in the loft.”

Your group agreed to join the game, leaving the kitchen where you stood waiting for Jean.

“You gonna play?” You asked him, sipping at your drink.

He nodded with a mouthful of grapes, chewing them quickly to respond, “Yes, I’ll join. Do you want another lemonade?”

“Please.” You smiled at him as he turned to the cooler atop the counter and dug through it for a tall can of pink lemonade.

Turning to look over your shoulder, you saw a familiar black pixie cut striding towards the stairs and you grinned slyly, looking to Jean once more. “I think Mikasa is joining us.”

His cheeks turned pink before he gave you a nervous chuckle, waving his hand dismissively. “Stop, I’m over her.”

“Liar.” You snatched the new can from him, disposing of your empty one and locked arms with him, making your way to the steps. “I just saw you gawking at her the other day when she and Eren dropped off their notes for Shadis’ class.”

“Shut up.” He grumbled and escorted you up into the loft, where furniture was shoved against the walls and railings, leaving a circle of young adults in their place.

You took a seat between Jean and Armin, the latter of the two discussing some subject matter intensely with Eren.

“Alright!” Reiner proclaimed from the opposite end of the circle. “I’m going first!” He made some comment about it being his birthday, and a handful of the group groaned while telling him to shut up already about his birthday, and to just take his turn.

He spun and landed his turn on a small blonde, her blue eyes widening nervously. Her girlfriend told her it was okay, that it was just a game, and the two met in the center by the bottle and gave quick pecks to their lips.

The blonde took her turn to spin, and while she scooted back from the bottle, your eyes locked with a pair of beautiful hazel ones across the room from you, joining the group late.

Porco smiled at you with a nod, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets while he crossed his legs beneath him.

Your heart thumped nervously and you watched as the group continued on to each person, giggles and full belly laughs and surprised squeals ringing out among you all.

Soon, the bottle landed on you. Your gaze fell on the one who spun, much to your disappointment, it was Marco, who sat to the left of Porco—so close to your target.

You and Marco got along well, sharing a couple classes, and he was childhood friends with Jean, so you knew he was someone trustworthy.

The two of you exchanged shy smiles and crawled towards each other, the group whooping and cheering, as they had with everyone else just before a kiss was landed.

“Hi,” Marco greeted you casually with his pretty freckled face grinning at you, his slicked back black hair starting to lose its hold from his pomade.

“Hi, Marco.” You leaned into each other and gave a quick peck, giggling at his nose bumping yours.

As you backed towards your spot, you gave the bottle a sharp flick of your wrist and watched it whirl about the marble floor before it finally rolled into a resting position, pointing to your right.

Jean perked up as the bottle stared at him and he turned to you, trying his best to hide his excited smile. His stomach fluttered at the thrill that he was going to kiss you—the whole night, he had been watching you dance and talk among your friends, watched you laugh and snack, and watched the way your plush lips moved as you spoke and smiled.

You sat on your leg and leaned on your hand, flashing him an amused smile with an eyebrow raised. “Well, Jean, I guess we’re taking our friendship to the next level.”

He was so happy to hear you say that. Even if it wasn’t exactly how he’d hoped to hear those words, he was ecstatic that you were leaning towards him, your shimmering eyes boring into his, your hair caressing your cheek.

Without a word, he shifted in his spot on the floor and slowly brought his hand to your chin, pinching it between his thumb and index finger. Exhaling a shaky breath, he dipped his head down and touched his lips to yours, sending electricity through not only his entire body, but through yourself as well, making your fingertips tingle and the hairs on the back of your neck raise.

You’d shared intimate moments with Jean before, but they were mostly leaning against one another during movies or car rides, or your hands on each other’s backs to help relax the other during a stressful time, but you’d never kissed. This developed a new feeling inside of you, your heart skipping at the softness of his mouth and the scent of the fruit he’d consumed paired with the wine he’d sipped on earlier in the night.

Pulling away from you was difficult, but Jean opened his eyes again and immediately turned away from you towards the bottle, unsure of how to properly respond to the kiss.

“Alright Kirstein, your go!” Reiner clapped his hands with a laugh.

Jean gave him a smile and spun the bottle, watching intently and with a fluttering heart as it landed on you—he gets to kiss you again.

It was your turn to become flustered and you turned to him trying to contain your nervous smile, biting your lips as you leaned into him again.

This kiss held more pressure, lingering for just a moment longer than previously.

Did you have to pull away? Did you have to leave his lips, leave his kiss?

He pulled back first, and sat on his bottom, resting his elbows on his perched knees with his ankles crossed, and you could barely hear him clear his throat.

With a quick sigh and laughing off everyone’s whistles and hollers, you returned to the bottle and gave it a spin.

This time, it landed on the prize—Porco smirked at you and immediately rolled onto his knees, crawling over to you.

As you leaned in to kiss him, his hand found its way onto the back of your head and he pulled you in and touched his lips heavily to yours, moving them in the kiss.

You eagerly returned the heated kiss, ignoring your peers as they cheered you on.

Porco hastily shoved his tongue past your lips and licked the roof of your mouth seductively, pulling a shaky gasp from you. He finished the kiss and brought his lips to your ear, whispering loudly over the music, “Meet me in the second bedroom to the left of the hall in thirty minutes.”

You blushed furiously and scrambled back to your seat, your eyes not leaving his. The feeling of his kiss lingered on your lips, and an excitement from his words and the anticipation throbbed at your core.

As the game came to an end and the participants found their way elsewhere at the party, you stood from the floor and helped Jean to his feet, avoiding his eyes as your mind raced at the thought of meeting Porco.

“Are you okay?” Jean asked, turning your face to his. “You look like you’re gonna get sick.”

“I’m fine.” You smiled at him and fidgeted your hands together, glancing down the hall that Porco directed you to. “I, uh, I gotta go meet someone.”

Jean slowly nodded and stepped back from you, resting his palms on his hips. “Alright. I’m gonna… go find Marco.” He avoided your eyes and turned on his heels to descend the stairs, his face red and stomach flipping.

You blinked as you watched him quickly leave, then made your way to the hall, glancing at the doors to your left until you came to the second one, and knocked gently.

The door opened and you immediately blushed. “Hi, Pock,” you said quietly, eyes raking over his body to find his jacket had been removed, his tight tee shirt showing off the curves of his body and muscles, his jeans undone with his belt hanging from his hips.

He smirked at you and took your hand, pulling you into the room and shutting the door behind you before pressing you against it, his arms resting on either side of your head.

“Pock—” You breathed in surprise, glancing up at him.

He cooed your name quietly and touched his nose to yours, nuzzling you while placing small kisses over your lips and cheeks, until he reached your neck. “I saw the way you stared at me tonight,” he said quietly.

“Pock, I-I…” You rested your hands on his chest and whimpered gently.

His warm breath fanned over your neck as his nose grazed your skin, and he continued, “But I also saw the way you kissed Kirstein.”

Your eyes widened and your blush deepened as you swallowed back your nerves. “What-what do you mean?”

He wrapped a large hand around the curve of your waist and pulled you against him, his lips tapping gently against your neck. “I mean: you looked at me like you wanted me, but you kissed Jean like you loved him.”

Your heart skipped again for nth time that night, and you pulled your face away enough to look at him, your brows furrowed. “So, why did you ask me to meet you here if that’s what you saw?”

He grinned devilishly at you and hooked his fingers into your belt loops, pulling your hips against his. “Wanted to see who you wanted more—me or Kirstein.”

You whimpered and grabbed his shoulders, looking up at him again with your glossy wide eyes. Your breathing slowed as you calmed your own nerves, your mind mulling over his words.

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The following morning, you marched up the stairs to Jean’s studio apartment, hurrying down the hallway towards unit 437.

Your hands were clammy and your breathing was shallow as you knocked on his door, shifting your weight between your feet.

The door opened slowly and Jean leaned against the frame, rubbing his eyes, shirtless and in a pair of pinstriped pajama bottoms. “Good morning.” He grumbled.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry.” You glanced down at your watch and noted that he slept in, the time being 10:48am.

“S’okay,” he grinned, stepping aside and motioning into his apartment. “Come in, darling.”

You obliged and averted your eyes from his, which he noticed, furrowing his brows.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, um—” You cut yourself off and turned to him, resting a hand on the nape of your neck as you bit your lips.

“Are you sure?” He stepped up to you and dipped his face down to yours. “You disappeared last night, did you get enough sleep?” Jean reached up and touched his knuckles to your forehead, brushing some of your hair to the side. “Did you get sick?”

“Jean—” Your face flushed deeply and you pulled away from his touch, bringing a hand up to cover your face.

“What’s wrong?” His lips folded into a heavy frown, his heart skipping nervously. “Did something happen to you?”

You kept your gaze away from him as you thought, as you encouraged yourself to come clean to him, going over your script in your head one last time.

“Please answer me.” His voice barely cracked as he froze in place, his hands clutched together against his stomach. “You’re scaring me.”

“I’m sorry.” You composed yourself with a deep breath and turned to him, biting your lips. “Jean… last night, when we were playing… when you and I—um,” you huffed and crossed your arms, holding onto your biceps with a light pout. Your lips trembled nervously and you took a deep breath, glancing up into his honey eyes. “Jean, I want you to kiss me again.”

He paused for a moment, his shoulders relaxing as he blinked his confusion away. “You—you want me to…” He had to hold back the smile that was daring to creep over his face, bringing his hands up to his mouth as if clasped in prayer.

When he didn’t move any further, you took a step towards him, reaching out to touch his arm. As you did so, he softly grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as you fit into his chest.

“Jean!” You gasped and stared up at him, your eyes wide.

He cupped your face in his large hands and rubbed his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks, glancing over your face with the faintest smile across his lips. “I’ll kiss you, if that’s what you want,” he said in a low tone.

You paused briefly, nodding as your breath caught in your throat. “Please, Jean. I-I can’t stop thinking about it.” Slowly, your arms found their way around his waist, your hands pressing into his back and pulling him closer to you as he towered over your curvy form.

“You’re not the only one.” He finally leaned down and connected his lips to yours, his eyes fluttering shut while one of his hands slid around the back of your head, holding you steady against him.

You melted into him, your shoulders slumping comfortably as you kissed him. His lips were soft and warm against yours, tickling your skin and sending goosebumps over your arms and back. One of your hands released its grip from his back and you brought it up to his neck, holding the side of it gently as you tilted your head slightly.

Jean was elated that he was holding you, that your lips were touching, and that you were the one who initiated this kiss. He’d always buried his feelings for you, telling himself that there was no way you’d ever wanna be with a friend, that you could never love him the way he loved you.

His heart couldn’t stop pounding heavily against his rib cage, and it only increased in speed when you slid your tongue over his bottom lip.

Holding back a surprised whine, he opened his mouth and took you into it, his cheeks turning warm and rosy from the taste of your breakfast and toothpaste tainting his tongue.

The longer you kissed him, the more you wanted him, and the longer his hands rested on your body, the hotter his touches felt and the more frequent your skin danced with goosebumps.

With a soft whimper, you pulled away from him, looking up into his eyes and controlling your breathing while you touched your lips with shaky fingers.

Jean’s eyes were full of desire as he gazed down at you and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, trailing his palms down your sides and over your hips. He leaned into your ear and breathed your name as he whispered, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your kisses since last night.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as your hands slid to his shoulders and you leaned your temple against his cheek, your own voice whispering, “Kiss me more. Kiss me all you like.”

And so he did, his lips finding yours again while he pulled your hips against his by your belt loop before allowing a hand to travel around to the small of your back, holding you close to him.

You dared to test the waters, slowly gliding your palms from his shoulders to his chest, your nails gently grazing his skin as you did so.

This sent bolts of electricity through Jean’s skin and he shivered at your touch, pulling away just enough so your lips were still touching but so he could speak. “I… I don’t want to ruin what we have, but…” He brought his knuckles up to your chin and held your face steady near his, searching your eyes with his own glossy ones. “I want you… I want to have you as more than my best friend.”

The largest smile you could control fell over your lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back in for another kiss. The absolute delight you felt in your chest at his words was sending a warmth over your skin that you’d hoped you’d never lose.

“Jean, I want you, too.”

With your words, he bent his knees and wrapped his large hands around the backs of your thighs, scooping you up and wrapping your legs around his waist and holding onto your ass and thighs to keep you pressed against him.

He carefully stepped over to his sofa bed and knelt on the edge of it, dropping you down onto the squeaky frame beneath the soft mattress before hovering over you, his lips leaving yours to explore the skin of your jaw and neck, his hands on your hips.

“I want to touch you,” he whispered your name into your ear and smirked when you nodded your permission, then his hands slowly slid up and down your sides, massaging the fat there as he peppered kisses across your neck once more.

You leaned your head back with a breathy exhale and ran your fingers through his shaggy mullet, your other hand traveling over the muscle of his bicep. “Please touch me, Jean.”

He groaned against your clavicle and slid his hands up your shirt, carefully dancing his fingertips over your skin until he came to the bottom of your bralette. After hesitating, building up the courage to touch you how he’d always dreamed about, his palms slid over your breasts, and groped at them, pulling a whine from your throat.

You pulled your knees up his sides, guiding your foot to his lower back and pressing your heel into it, his crotch coming in contact with your clothed core.

He moaned your name and rutted his hips, and you could feel him growing through his thin pajama bottoms. Pulling from your neck, Jean swallowed heavily and stared down at you, propping himself on an elbow. “You’re okay with this?”

“Jean, I want you,” you placed your hands on his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs in circles beneath his eyes. “Just take me—however you like.”

He nodded and nudged your shirt off your torso, then crashed his lips to yours again with more fervent efforts, palming your breasts once more.

You brought your feet to the mattress and lifted your hips as you undid your pants and shimmied them off of your hips and legs, your knuckles grazing Jean’s pelvis and nearly erect cock, causing him to groan.

“Dammit,” he cursed, shifting on his knees so he could help you remove your green lace panties immediately following your jeans.

“I wanna taste you, darling,” he kissed down your chest and stomach, pinching your skin between his fingers to rile you up while smirking over your skin at your giggles.

You watched as he pushed your thighs up and rested his face in front of your warm cunt, his eyes sparkling at the sight.

“You’re so beautiful,” he grumbled, licking his lower lip while he glanced up at you. “You’re glistening.”

You were so wet for him, so ready for his lips to touch you, for his tongue to ravish you. You wanted to feel him against you, feel his hair between your fingers as he ate you.

And so you reached down and brushed through his hair once more, nodding the go-ahead.

Jean wasted no time in bringing his face to your soaked pussy, kissing at your clit and labia with his soft lips, taking in your scent that spread goosebumps over his back and shoulders. The tip of his tongue grazed your slit teasingly and he glanced at you through his eyelashes when you gasped and tugged at his hair.

You brought your free hand to your mouth as you looked down at him, pulling your knees further apart and nodding for him to continue.

Suddenly, Jean began to eat your pussy with such hunger, pulling gasps and whines from your lungs as you jerked your hips forward.

His tongue delved into your folds, lapping and suckling at you while humming into your skin. The sound of your voice moaning his name only fueled his hunger, and his eyes fluttered shut while he licked sharp zigzags up your slit before bringing your sensitive bud into his mouth, enjoying how you tasted so sweet to him.

“Oh, Jean, don’t stop that!” You pulled at his hair once more and arched your back, your toes pointed as you rocked your hips in rhythm with his tongue to continue the delicious contact. “Jean, I’m so close, I’m so—”

A sharp cry left your lips as your orgasm hit you, your juices spilling onto Jean’s chin while he kissed and sucked your cunt through your high.

With a slurp, he pulled away from your center and crawled over you, pushing your knees to the side while his full hard-on rubbed your sensitive area. “Taste yourself,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss you while he held your jaw.

You were sweet against his lips, his own flavor meshing with yours over your tongue as you kissed passionately, bringing your hands to his neck. If you could taste yourself on his lips forever, you’d die a happy woman.

Jean moaned into your mouth and quickly squirmed himself out of his pajama pants, ready to take you in the most intimate way. “I want you so bad,” he grumbled into your mouth and fisted the base of his cock, lining himself with your wet hole.

“Take me, Jean, take me please.” You twitched your hips, your folds brushing his tip.

Without further hesitation, he smeared your slick over his member and promptly pushed himself into you, slowly at first until you called out his name, then he bottomed out quickly, your pussy taking him so well.

He groaned your name and bit your shoulder, holding your hips steady to keep you from squirming. “Don’t move, please don’t move,” he begged, kissing the spots he left bite marks. “You’ll make me cum.”

“I want you to cum,” you whined, pouting up at him with watery eyes.

“Not yet,” he chuckled and kissed your forehead, inhaling slowly through his nose. Once he felt you were both ready, he began to rock his hips into yours, his stuttering groan ringing through your ears.

You couldn’t stop yourself from clamping around him; your pussy around his dick, your legs around his waist and hips, your hands around his neck and bicep. His quickening pace was sending you into madness, his thick girth stretching you beautifully.

You both began to whimper in sync, eyes boring into each other as your foreheads pressed together. His cock was making you feel as if you were floating, the way he curved into your core and brushed your walls with each thrust.

He took a sudden breath and sat back on his legs, hiking you up by your hips and rolling his hips with heavier thrusts until he had you babbling and reaching for nothing, your hands searching for anything to grab onto.

Jean watched your clothed breasts bounce with each rocking of his hips and he growled quietly, his mouth watering at the desire to take your nipples between his teeth. This only made his cock harder inside of you, making him groan loudly from the pleasure. “Fuck, I’m getting close.” He grunted, looking back down at you, your arms thrown over your head and face red and shiny with sweat.

“Me-me too,” you whimpered, the familiar build-up between your legs escalating. “Wanna cum on your cock, Jean.”

“Please, please cum on my cock.” He leaned down and kissed you roughly, using his teeth and tongue to pry at your mouth, holding back a loud whine.

With just a few more of his feverish thrusts, you were coming undone around him, your knees digging into his ribs as your cunt squeezed him and milked him, hips jutting up into his.

“Where do you want me?” He panted as he pulled away from your lips, noses touching.

“Stomach,” you hiccuped, bringing your hands to your face as you mewled at the overstimulation between your legs.

He quickly pulled out and spilled himself over your belly, the spurts of his cum making it onto your chest and barely grazing your throat. Jean gasped at the feeling and steadied himself above you as his body vibrated with his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck,” he groaned and looked down at you. “Fuck, that was good.”

You nodded in agreement and rested your hands on his chest, breathing heavily with him. “Yes, yes it was,” you let out a breathy laugh.

He collapsed beside you and stared into your eyes, a smile creeping over his face. “Y’know,” he started, “I thought you had gone off with Porco last night. I was jealous.”

“I did,” you nodded, your fingers tapping the sticky secretion still lingering over your torso. “We didn’t do anything, I thought we were going to, but…” You bit your lip, averting your gaze for a moment before dragging your eyes back to his once more. “But he made me realize that I needed you instead.”

Jean’s grin spread so wide you could see all of his pearly whites, perfectly sitting in his mouth while he let out a soft laugh. “I’m glad. I’ll have to remember to thank him.”

You smiled and bent your arm to touch your fingers to his cheek. “Thank him for me, too.”

His smile softened into a loving curve of his lips and he leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss to your mouth. “I’m glad this happened.”

“Me too. Thank you for this, Jean.”

“For what? The sex?” He furrowed his brows and shifted his cheek on his pillow.

“For being my friend—being in my life.” You then snickered and leaned over to peck his nose. “And for the sex.”

“Anytime,” he grinned, returning the kiss on your nose. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pushed himself off the mattress with a grunt and grabbed your hands, pulling you up with him.