#I won’t be able to make minor jokes anymore

[stardynamite]

Guyssss I’m turning 18 next week which means that I’ll officially be older than Saiki in the show Saiki K 😩

I don’t wannaaaaaa gnnnnn

[jetlag102]

Apollo’s version of the hunters

Please note that I am no writer and have never tried expressing an au in words like this before. It might suck a little.

Apollo has a temple for young boys on Delos. They swear themselves to Apollo (like Artemis’s hunters do for her), pray for him, sacrifice food for him. They are basically his modern priests. Inside of their lord’s temple do art, music, medecine etc. all in Apollo’s name. They also take care of Apollo’s holy cows which he has moved to Delos since ancient Greece. In exchange for what they do for him Apollo gives them immortality (like the hunters), makes them stronger and more apt at the things in his domain (they are great healers, musicians , etc.). He loves them (platonically) and acts as something between their dad and their patron god (like how he acts with Rachel). While they don’t advise him, he does care for their pinion as humans both very old and very young. They are kept a secret for their protection. Only a few other people know about this place: the Olympians, other more minor gods who’s sons have joined and Rachel (because she is his oracle and they are in similar situations). Apollo’s priests are mostly abused children, either demigods who prayed to him before or after joining camp or (clearsighted) mortals who prayed as a “joke” or in desperation for anything to save them. Most if not all didn’t think it was going to work since they either didn’t believe in the gods or didn’t believe in their goodness, but he saved them anyways. There are some demigods that weren’t aware of their parentage, but felt drawn towards greek/roman mythology and there are others that knew but never made it to camp or left camp because they didn’t like how violent it was. There is a five year old child that had just heard stories of greek myths from a book that said gods protect mortals (He heard mellowed out versions for children lol) which caused him to pray to Apollo, his favorite god (He’s shiny) when his mother hit him again. Apollo then took him away and got him to join his priests. Because they have been hurt so much and most aren’t fighters, the temple has a magical barrier that keeps them hidden from mortal eyes and masks their smell from monsters. (Other option is doing a thing about how sirens are part of his domain because of the singing and are therefore protecting the island). If they ask to leave that life they are allowed but they will lose their immortality and other added skills (If they learned to play the guitar they won’t suddenly lose that, but their playing won’t be able to magically affect people’s emotions anymore). After TOA Apollo reveals the temple to the other gods and demigods. It then becomes a resting spot for demigods and a sort of hospital. The island moves around (like in the myths) and can sometimes be found by heroes in need.

Here you go @apollosgiftofprophecy

[shadowdaddies]

no man has ever made me come, not even close to that

so, could you write reader experiencing that frustration, telling hunt how boring sex while out drinking, and him proving how wrong she is?

have a nice day!! 💕

I feel you. This might just be my beef with the patriarchy talking but I swear men act like it's harder than it is because they're lazy. But Hunt knows what's up. Have a nice day, honey!💜

Electric Feel

Hunt Athalar x f!Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, overstimulation, p in v sex, minors dni, not proofread

Slumped down in the cushions of the sofa, you sipped your wine, half-watching ‘Fangs and Bangs’ while talking with your friend, Hunt. The angel groaned dramatically from where he lounged on his chair, twisting his sunball cap to cover his eyes. “Please change the channel! I can’t take this shit anymore,” he pleaded, his voice muffled by the fabric of his cap.

Scoffing at his ridiculous attitude, you reached for the remote. “Gods, okay, I’m changing it. I’m tired of this show anyway. They play up the sex like it’s so great when it’s so overhyped,” you grumbled, more to yourself than to Hunt. His attention was caught, however - Hunt practically leaping from where he sat, sunball cap forgotten to the floor as he leaned towards you in interest.

“What do you mean, ‘it’s so overhyped’?” he pressed, brown eyes boring into you. Setting down the remote, you turned to face him, blinking as you realized how close he was to you. You swallowed, forcing in a deep breath as you met Hunt’s intense gaze.

“I mean, it’s not as great as people make it seem. Half the time, it’s not even enjoyable. Not to mention a guy has never even been able to make me cum.” Hunt jumped back as if you were the one throwing around lightning bolts. 

“You’ve never had an orgasm?!” Hunt practically shouted, mouth hanging open as he gaped at you. 

Reaching forward, you swatted his massive bicep. “Say it louder - someone at the bottom of the Istros might not have heard you!” With a huff, you plopped back down against the sofa. “And I haven’t never had an orgasm. I know how to get myself off. It’s just males who don’t know what they’re doing in bed.” 

Hunt had the audacity to laugh, leaning back in his seat as he laced his hands together behind his head. “That’s not an issue I’ve ever had.” You whipped your head to see a cocky grin on his face that you were determined to wipe off. 

With a sickeningly sweet smile, you retorted, “you do know that females fake it, right? I wonder how many have faked it with you.” You found yourself successful in removing his smile, immediately regretting it as Hunt’s eyes darkened, his arms slowly dropping to his sides.

Wings slightly flaring out behind him, Hunt answered you, his voice lethally quiet. “If you would like to test that theory, I would be more than willing to show you how real I can make your orgasm.” 

You refused to give Hunt the upper hand in this conversation. Sure that he would back down, you decided to challenge him. “Okay,” you said in the most nonchalant tone that you could manage. His brown eyes widened, a distinct change in his scent as Hunt blinked at you. You weren’t expecting this reaction - fully thinking that Hunt would blow the conversation off as a joke. But as his wings twitched behind him, you realized Hunt wanted this, and you startled at the realization that you did too.

Hunt noticed your change in scent, arousal now hanging thick in the air as you and your best friend eyed each other hungrily. “If we do this, promise me that things won’t get weird between us. This is just for you to enjoy yourself - I don’t want to lose my best friend because sex made it awkward.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the cocky angel. “I think I can refrain from falling in love with you. Sex has proven to be the quickest way for me to get over a guy.” Turning beet red when you heard how that sounded, you were quick to amend, “not that there’s anything about you to get over! Like, I’m not under you, you know.” Oh gods, this was embarrassing. 

Hunt just laughed, pulling your hands away from your face to gently hold one, rubbing soothing circles across the back of it. “Well, let’s get you under me, then,” he said with a wink, yanking you up by your hand before he threw you over his shoulder with ease. You squealed, shouting in protest as he carried you to your bedroom. 

Hunt just smacked your ass in response, earning a gasp before he threw you on the bed. He ripped off his shirt, baring his toned chest as he crawled over your body. The butterflies that erupted in your stomach were making it difficult to breathe, looking up at your friend as you prepared to cross the point of no return.

“Are you still alright with this?” Hunt whispered, his features softening as he brought a hand to hold your cheek. You nodded, taking a deep breath as you removed your top, now left only in your bra and leggings beneath him. “Beautiful,” he whispered, one hand immediately finding your breast as his lips gravitated towards your neck. 

As Hunt kissed and licked his way down your neck, his hand pushed the cup of your bra down, palming your breast before tugging the nipple, earning a gasp from you that made him chuckle against your skin. He continued kissing his way down, yanking your bra down to completely expose your chest, flicking his tongue against your tweaked nipple. You mewled at the sensation, writhing under Hunt’s firm hold as he repeated his actions to your other breast. This sex was already better than most you had before, but you wouldn’t give Hunt the satisfaction of telling him that. “Gods, Hunt. Do you plan on fucking me or are you just going to tease all night?”

Hunt looked up at you, his eyes nearly black as he flashed a wicked grin. “Oh, I’ll let you come on my cock. But I’ll take my time making you come with my hands and tongue first.” You blushed at his words, biting your lip as you watched the angel continue his path down your stomach, large hands gripping the waistband of your leggings. 

Hunt dipped down, pressing his nose to your center as he breathed in your scent through your clothes. Whimpering at his teasing touch, you wiggled your hips in a silent request for more. Kissing your clit through the fabric, Hunt lightly dragged his teeth and lips over your core, a slow taunt before he finally tugged your leggings down, leaving you finally and fully bare for him. 

Throwing your clothing to the side, Hunt sat up slightly as he admired your figure before spreading your legs wide. “So beautiful,” he murmured again, breath warm against your clit. You huffed out another quiet plea, thanking the gods when Hunt finally lolled his tongue out, licking a stripe up your core. 

You sighed in relief, hands threading through his long black hair as Hunt groaned against you, sending vibrations straight to your core. Lips wrapped around your clit, sucking as his tongue flicked out against the bud. You felt the familiar coil tightening, faster than you’d ever been able to get yourself there, and you tugged on Hunt’s hair in warning as you threatened to come undone. 

With a smirk against your clit, Hunt pulled you closer to him, doubling down his efforts as you came with a scream. He kept your hips pinned, unrelenting as he pushed a finger inside of you, still working your clit with his tongue. Legs shaking, you clumsily tried to push his head away, breathless pleas leaving your lips as the overstimulation had you seeing stars. 

Hunt pushed another finger inside of you, a gentle stretch as he curled them against your walls, hitting the perfect spot over and over. Praises or curses - you didn’t know - were pouring from your lips as you felt your orgasm building again. You clenched around Hunt’s fingers, the angel taking that as a sign to make the move he’d been waiting for. Brown eyes locked on yours as he brought the tip of his tongue to your clit, a zap of lightning sending you over the edge again. 

Your voice was hoarse from screaming his name as Hunt climbed back up your body, caging you in his arms. That cocky smirk had returned to his face, but you could only nod at him. “Okay, you made your point,” you breathed out, reaching up to brush Hunt’s hair behind his ear.

The smirk never left his face as the angel kneed your legs apart, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Earlier you were begging for me to hurry up and fuck you. Are you sure you can take it?” 

You weren’t sure if you could, but your aching body was still desperate for more, as much of his touch as you could get. You nodded, moving to shove Hunt’s sweatpants down his hips. He groaned against your neck, “good girl,” pressing a kiss to the skin before shuffling his pants the rest of the way off. 

Your eyes widened at the size of his cock, fresh arousal pooling in your core at the sight. “Hunt, I need you,” you whispered, looping your ankles around his waist to guide him closer. 

“I’ve waited so long to hear you say that,” Hunt murmured, looking in your eyes as he pushed into you. His head hung, resting in the crook of your shoulder, your own jaw dropping in a silent moan at the feeling of him filling you. After a moment, Hunt began thrusting at a brutal pace, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

You were a moaning mess when Hunt flipped you over like a rag doll, pushing your face into the mattress as he took you from behind. He hit the perfect spot inside of you at this angle, eliciting loud moans as you clawed helplessly at the sheets. Hunt twitched inside of you, spilling his release as he brought his hands to your breasts, small shocks on your nipples shooting straight to your core as you spiraled into your third orgasm of the night.

You collapsed into the mattress, Hunt slowly pulling out and padding off towards the bathroom. He returned with a damp cloth, cleaning you up before pulling the covers over the both of you. The angel brushed your hair out of your face, his earlier smirk replaced with a genuine smile, brown eyes glittering in the dim light. “Thank you for letting me be the first man to make you finish.” 

You smiled back at him, mischief dancing in your eyes. “I think I would be okay with doing that again.” Hunt laughed, pulling you into his chest as he pressed a kiss to your hair, the both of you eventually falling asleep in each others’ arms.

[heavenlyvision]

Roommates

Pairing: Kenshi Takahashi x F!Reader

Word count: 5.1k

A/N: This was not meant to be this long, I am sorry !!! I know I am meant to be writing for Johnny but Kenshi calls my name and whispers sweet nothings to me (I’m relentlessly horny for the yakuza man). Anyways, it's not my best work but ENJOY !!! <33

Summary: When your roommate is out of town, you go clubbing to look for some companionship. When you strike out, you get an unexpected offer that you’re lightly hesitant to accept.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, mentions of creepy men, minor mention of violence (single punch), mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, p in v sex, creampie, omg… they were roommates, Kenshi (he’s his own warning), no use of y/n, I think that’s all !

MDNI

It’s Friday night and you’ve had a hard time at work lately, it doesn’t help that Kenshi has been gone all week and won’t be back until Wednesday at the earliest. You miss him and you’re frustrated from work. So, when your friends invite you out to the club, your immediate response wasn’t to turn them down – like you usually did, instead you shocked both yourself and them by saying yes.

Now, you’re a bit tipsy and dancing the night away with your friends, you finally feel light after being weighed down by anxieties all week. Unfortunately, men ruin everything and one has come up behind you, grabbing at you to try and get you to dance with him. You attempt to shimmy away and tell him you’re uninterested but his hands grab onto you harder. He pulls you back into him and now you’re feeling scared, your heart rate has spiked and you feel like you’ve completely sobered up.

You turn around quickly, trying to loosen his grip on you, when you’ve successfully turned you smack him square in the nose and run away. Weaving through the large sea of people, you’ve lost track of your friends and you don’t remember when that happened anymore. Maybe you were drunker than you thought.

Reaching the exit, you stumble out onto the street, it’s still busy and bright, people moving along the strip to get into all kinds of different clubs. You pull out your phone to try and get an uber home when you see a heap of missed calls from Kenshi. Your heart jumps, worried for him but as you go to call him back, your phone rings in your hand, he’s calling again.

Your words rush out as soon as you pick up, “Are you okay?”

He breathes a sigh of relief on the other end, “Are you? I come home early and I can’t find you anywhere at nearly midnight and you won’t pick up your phone.”

“…Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be home so early.” You feel badly, you didn’t mean to worry him.

“Neither did I,” he pauses for a moment, “Where are you?”

“Just… out with some friends,” you cringe at your half-truth, “I’m coming home right now.”

He sounds unamused, definitely able to tell you’re lying, “Do you need me to come get you?”

“No, I’m okay, I’ll get an uber or something,” your eyes wander the streets, a group of men are approaching and you shrink in on yourself.

Kenshi doesn’t like the idea of you getting in an uber alone, “Where are your friends? Can’t one of them take you home?”

“They’re still inside, I’ll tell you about it when I get home,” the group of men that pass by whistle and cat call you, your face pulls up in disgust at it but you continue talking, “I shouldn’t be that long–”

“­–I’m going to come get you,” his tone is strained, you know he’s heard the men accost you.

His offer makes your heart swell but you tell him, “Kenshi don’t, it’ll take longer, just let me get an uber. I’ll be home super soon… okay?”

“Fine but if you aren’t home in 20 I’m coming to get you… and turn your location on,” he grumbles out, giving in to your logic.

“Yessir,” you joke at him.

“Don’t call me that,” he does not find you funny.

You pout at him, “You’re so mean to me.”

“Order your uber and get home safe,” he retorts before hanging up on you, not wanting you to talk to him any longer. The longer you stay on the phone with him, the longer it takes for you to get home.

You chuckle at his frustrations with you, he’s simultaneously so patient and impatient with you. Even though he’s a little short with you, he’s a good roommate and friend and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

.𖥔˖ִ ₊ ⊹˚

The uber came pretty quick, you get back to your shared apartment safe and within the 20 minutes he gave you. When you walk through the front door he’s quick to come up to you, he had been waiting for you on the couch.

His hands gently move over you, double checking you’re okay, “You smell like vodka.”

“I’m sober, the night started good but ended up blowing. The buzz was ruined after that,” you huff.

His hand holds yours; his thumb lightly brushes your knuckles and you intake a sharp breath, “What happened?”

“Mmm, some jackass grabbed onto me and I had to swing and run,” you’re dismissive, not really all that worried about it anymore, “I hadn’t realised I hit him that hard.”

His frown is deep, “Where were your friends?”

“I don’t know, dancing I guess. We just sorta lost track of each other,” you lean into him, your forehead rests on his chest, “I’m glad you’re home, it’s been lonely.”

“I don’t like your friends,” he’s blunt, straight to the point about it.

“They’re alright,” you defend.

Kenshi disagrees, “They do this every time you go out with them, they leave you behind.”

That is true, they have a tendency to forget about you when you all go out together but it’s not a huge deal. It’s not like they do it purposefully, you all get a little drunk is all.

“Not always,” you argue.

“Yes, always,” he’s not interested, especially since he knows the truth, “Why did you go out tonight anyways? You don’t even like clubbing that much.”

You don’t tell him the whole truth; you had been intending to get laid. Having a good one-night stand was something you were hoping would help with your stress levels. Your vibrator hasn’t been cutting it lately and with Kenshi away you thought tonight would be the perfect time but after his unexpected return and that creepy guy, you’re happy it didn’t work out.

You settle for a half truth, “I was bored and lonely, plus this week sucked,” you push off his chest and look up at him.

He snickers down at you and teases, “Miss me that much?”

Maybe it’s the small amount of alcohol swimming in your head but you don’t even try and deny it, “Yes.”

He scoffs at you, “Go to bed, you need to sober up more.”

You shake your head at him, “I don’t wanna sleep, you’re home now, I wanna hang out with you.”

“Go hang out in your bed,” he counters.

You’re quick to say, “Only if you join me.”

“You’re annoying,” he comments.

You pretend to be really hurt as you ask him, “So, you didn’t miss me at all?” His expression is stoic, he’s completely unreadable, it’s even worse with the blindfold. “You’re hurting my feelings here, Ken doll.”

He doesn’t like that, “Don’t call me that.”

You groan and throw your head back, “You don’t let me call you anything.”

His brow raises, “You could call me by my name?”

You jeer at him, “Boooo, boring!”

“You’re impossible to deal with,” he groans and walks into the kitchen.

You follow after him, “I think I’m entirely possible actually.”

He ignores you and fills a glass with water, he hands it to you once it’s full, “Drink that.”

Your face pulls up at him but you take the cup and drink it, “You’re quite crabby tonight.”

“I am annoyed,” he replies simply.

You speak into the rim of the glass, “Why are you annoyed, Ken doll?”

“I was worried about you,” is all he says, no further elaboration. Though it’s not really needed, you know he gets a little bit concerned when you go out with those friends.

“Awe, you worry about me,” you poke at his face, trying to lighten his mood.

He groans and his head rolls back, moving away from your prodding, “You should go to sleep.”

“Fine but not because you told me to,” you place the glass in the sink, “I am choosing to go to bed because I am tired.”

“Mhm,” he hums at you, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You walk off down the hall to your room, calling back to him, “If you’re lucky.”

.𖥔˖ִ ₊ ⊹˚

When you wake up it’s late morning but at least it’s still morning, small wins. Kenshi isn’t home when you wander around looking for him, you shrug off his absence and have a shower. You feel grungy from last night and find yourself wishing you had showered before bed.

By the time you’re clean and ready for the day, Kenshi is home and in the kitchen, “I got you a coffee,” he nods at the to-go cup on the bench.

“Thank you,” You reach over and take it.

He asks you, “How are you feeling today?”

“I’m fine, I hadn’t drank that much last night,” you stand idly, watching him sip at his own coffee. You aren’t sure if you’re imagining it or not… but he seems annoyed, well more specifically, he seems annoyed at you. “Are you mad at me?”

His reply is sharp, “I’m not mad.”

“You seem mad,” you insist.

“You’re gonna make me mad,” he retorts, his fingers pinch at the bridge of his nose, “I’m not mad at you, I just… don’t like when you go out while I’m away.”

“I’m always fine though and I rarely go out as it is,” you’re trying to make him feel better but you don’t think it’s working.

He doesn’t reply but his mouth pulls up in a scowl and he grumbles a sound of acknowledgement.

You walk around the counter and shimmy between him and the bench, so you’re directly in front of him, “Why is this worrying you so much?”

“You worry me and it’s not like you have a great support system when you go out,” he isn’t wrong, which is somewhat bothersome.

You pat his shoulder, “You need to stress less, It’s all good, Ken doll.”

He leans forward, his hands rest on the bench either side of you, effectively caging you between him and the counters, “Don’t call me that.”

He’s being weird, you don’t know why he’s so worried about you all of a sudden. He’s always been ‘protective’ over you but that always felt more casual, this feels a bit out of the blue, “Why are you so worried about this? You’ve never been so concerned.”

He frowns at you, “I’ve always been this concerned, I’ve just never said anything.”

“Oh.” It seems he has reached a sort of breaking point.

He tries asking you again, seemingly knowing you lied to him last time you answered, “Why did you go out last night anyways?”

He can’t see you but you shy away anyways, your eyes look away from him, “I told you last night.”

“No, you lied last night,” his head tilts at you slightly.

How he manages to know, you aren’t sure. It’s become an annoying talent of his, knowing when you’re lying, “I don’t know what you mean.”

He leans the smallest bit closer, “You are a poor liar.”

“I’ve never lied a day in my life,” you lie.

He doesn’t move or say anything, from how exposed you feel right now, you could swear he can see you. It feels like he’s staring you down… and it’s working.

You groan at him, “Kenshi, it’s not a huge deal, I went out to have fun and maybe… get laid,” you trail off, feeling embarrassed before adding, “but things didn’t work out that way.”

He’s completely unreadable right now, he doesn’t have a single tell, “You went out last night for a one-night stand?”

You’re facing him properly again, “Yeah but then no one really caught my eye and that guy was grabby and the night was ruined, plus you were home so I’m glad I didn’t bring anyone back.”

“Is that what you meant by ‘you were lonely’.”

Your face grows warm and you want to squirm into a heap on the floor, why is he asking so many questions, “Well… yes and no?”

His fingers grip the counter a little tighter, his frown deepens, “What would you have done if I were home?”

You aren’t sure what he’s asking, “I don’t–”

“–Would you still go out to the club or would you have asked me?” He clarifies.

You think you know what he’s asking now but you want to be clear, “Asked you what?”

He’s quick to reply, wanting you to catch on quicker, “To sleep with you–”

That doesn’t seem like it’d bode well for your friendship, “I don’t think that’s really–”

“–Cause I’d do it, in a heartbeat,” he’s resolute, completely certain.

You’re at a complete loss for words, he’s just told you he’d sleep with you and you’d think he was just teasing you if he wasn’t so steadfast. He shows no signs of joking and you have no idea how to reply to him.

“Stop playing around,” your tone is nervous, you’re trying to give him an out.

He doesn’t take it, “Princess, I’m being so serious.”

Your knees feel like they might give out, he’s flirted with you before and even then it had an effect on you. To have him in front of you, telling you he’s seriously willing to fuck you, is going to kill you. The nickname isn’t lost on you, usually when he calls you that, he’s teasing you by calling you delicate or sensitive, the change in context makes your heart skip a beat.

“Kenshi–”

“–Would you let me fuck you?” He’s unmoving, waiting for your answer.

A shiver runs down your spine at the low timbre of his voice, it’s not like you’ve never considered it, you just never thought he was interested, “Now?”

A large, wicked smile grows on his face, “Do you want me to fuck you right now?”

He’s crude and it’s arousing you, he’s always been blunt but this is different, you’ve never shared a moment like this with him, “Would you?”

“I would, like I said, in a heartbeat,” his leg slots between yours, pinning you closer to the kitchen counters.

He’s effectively worked you up and made you comfortable enough to ask, “Then… could you? Please?”

His smile is evil, ecstatic that you’ve asked, “Of course I could, princess,” one of his hands moves to your hip, holding you. “First, I have a yes or no question for you.”

“Okay…” You’re hesitant, you don’t know what he’s going to ask.

His leg slots higher, thigh pressed to your cunt, “Did you feel the need to get laid because your little vibrator wasn’t cutting it anymore?”

You gasp, both at his question and the sudden contact, “How did–”

“The walls aren’t all that thick, princess,” the hand on your hip encourages you to lightly rut into his thigh, “Can hear you sometimes.”

You feel beyond embarrassed knowing he’s heard you getting off, “It wasn’t enough”

“No, I bet it wasn’t,” he chuckles at you, “You got so fuckin needy you were gonna ask a stranger to fuck you, good thing I came home, hmm?”

Your hips grind down onto his leg, the stimulation shocking you. Your panties are well and truly drenched at this point, “Kenshi~”

“I’ll fuck you well, princess, I’ll give you what you need,” he leans down to you, his lips brushing yours, “But first, you have to take it.”

He takes your lips in his, unoccupied hand reaching up to hold your face, moving you how he pleases. You whimper into him, his tongue licks into your mouth. It’s hot and messy, he’s kissing you like he’s starved of you and it’s making you lightheaded. His hand paws at your hip before slipping into your pants, he reaches behind and grabs a handful of your ass. You moan into him, surprised by his rough touch.

When he pulls back, your lips are connected by a string of saliva, evidence of how messy he kissed you. Your mind is fuzzy and you whimper at him, mind filled with so many thoughts of him and his mouth. His thumb rubs over your mouth, spreading the mess more than cleaning it.

He hums at you in consideration, “Come with me,” he says, as he pulls you behind him into the lounge room.

You can’t help but stumble slightly, your legs wobbly from his lips. You feel stupid right now, you’re able to form thoughts but they don’t feel like your own. The only ones that do feel like yours are the ones imagining how he’d look tongue fucking you, or how he’d look when he cums.

He stops in front of the couch and then suddenly pulls his shirt off, you’re gobsmacked by the suddenness, “Undress,” he tells you, “Keep your panties on though.”

If you were a weaker person, even by just a little bit you would have fainted on the spot, “You’re bossy,” you mumble as you shimmy your pants off.

Kenshi undresses completely and sits on the couch behind him, his cock hard and resting against his abdomen. He’s patiently waiting for you to finish undressing, “You have no idea.”

You feel awkward, standing in front of him almost completely bare. He spreads his legs wider and you stand between them, patting his thigh he says, “Come on, don’t be shy, straddle me, princess.”

He’s doing this on purpose you could swear, you feel so hot in the cheeks and shy. He’s making you feel nervous and so horny. He’s working you up in a way that no one else ever has, “You say embarrassing things,” you comment.

“I’ve not even started,” he pats his thigh again, “Hurry up, got me aching for you here.”

You sit down on him and straddle either of his thighs, you’re holding yourself up on your knees, your hands reach out and hold onto his shoulders. One of his hands holds your hip, while the other runs over your panties, feeling how you’ve soaked them.

He groans at how wet you are, “Fuckin hell, all this because I kissed you?”

His teasing alone could make you cry, “Don’t be mean–”

“–I’m gonna be mean to you, princess.” His hand slips into your panties and through your folds, your fingers dig into his skin, a sigh passing your lips at his touch. “Gonna have you crying on my cock by the time I’m done with you.”

He plays with your cunt, fingers slipping through your slick folds. His cock twitches against his stomach, precum leaking from his tip and smearing itself against his skin. You mindlessly move your hips back and forth against his fingers, seeking more from him.

His hand pulls back and you whimper at him, he laughs, slightly amused at your neediness and slips your panties to the side, “Alright, sit down and take what you need.”

“Yessir,” you joke but his cock jerks in response and you smile to yourself at his reaction.

You take his dick in your hand and he chokes on a moan, you stroke him slowly, your hand collecting his mess of precum and spreading it over his length. Getting him slick with himself, he groans at you, his abs tense at the feeling of your smaller hand on him.

Hovering over him, you position his tip at your entrance, not pushing down but holding him pressed to you. Your cunt leaks on the head of his cock and he moans, his hands grip your hips, “Trying to let you do this yourself, princess but if you don’t hurry up… I’m gonna stuff you full and I don’t care if it’ll hurt.”

Your pussy jumps at his threat and he flops back onto the couch, his head hanging back on it, “You’re gonna kill me, you’re so fucking… wet and warm,” he’s mumbling mostly to himself.

Slowly, you start pushing down on him, the stretch is a lot, especially since it’s been so long since you last had sex. That and Kenshi may be the biggest you’ve attempted to take – not that you’re going to tell him that. You pull back and press down again, trying to fuck yourself open on the tip of his cock.

He groans under you, his brows pinched, thinking of anything he can other than how goddamn tight you are. He wants you to do this yourself but his patience is about to tear into shreds, it feels like it’s actively being put through a shredder. His thumb moves to your clit and rubs tight circles into it, trying to get you to relax enough to take him.

You whine at him, your hand on his shoulder gripping him tight. Taking a deep breath, you sink further down onto him, finally taking the tip and a little less than half of him. Your cunt quivers around him, throbbing. You feel like you could cry, the way he fills you is overwhelming and already so satisfying.

Your hand leaves his dick and holds onto his other shoulder, when you look at him, you can see how he’s clenching his jaw tight. His fingers dig into your hips, he’s trying so hard not to slam into you until you’re completely full. You’re gripping him so tightly, your pussy leaking down his shaft, you’re so warm and soft and he has a primal need to have you fucked full of him.

You slip further down him, gasped moans leaving you as you incrementally sit down, “Kenshi~”

He hums at you, his hands move up and down your body, gripping you anywhere he can reach, memorising you with his hands, “I said before, you have to take it.”

You understand now what he meant; he wants you to fuck yourself on his cock. He’s not going to help; he’s going to make you take it and you already know, it’s not going to be as good as if he were to just fuck you.

You go to complain, “It won’t–”

His hands grab your tits, playing with them, “–Won’t what?” He encourages.

You’re breathless, his fingers pinch and pull at your nipples and if it weren’t for your hands holding you up, you would’ve collapsed onto him, “It– uh– won’t feel as good.”

He smiles big at you, “I know.”

You whimper at him and in an attempt to get revenge, you slam the rest of the way down onto him. He moans loudly in shock; his arms wrap around you and tug you into his chest.

He speaks into your skin, “Holy fuck– nnghhf– You’re so fucking~” He can’t help how he holds you down and grinds up into you, “So wet~ bet you’re gonna be fuckin creaming all over my cock– nngh~”

You can only whinge into him, your slightly drooling onto his skin, feeling incredibly stupid at this very moment. His cock filling you so well, the stretch very welcome. You want to fuck down onto him but he’s holding you tight. His own thoughts lost in how your tight cunt is clutching him, he needs to grind into you right now, and you’re not going to stop him. Not that you want to.  

He’s trying to collect himself, his head resting against your chest, he moves to the side and bites into the skin of your breast. It shocks you and your cunt clamps down on him, he groans into your skin before pulling back. His chest heaves up and down, his head thrown back on the couch, hands back to resting on your hips again.

“Fuck– alright, fuck yourself on my cock now, princess,” his voice is strained, laced in arousal.

You lift yourself up, beginning to ride him, the slow drag of your walls on his cock have Kenshi twitching inside you. He’s starting to doubt his ability to hold on to control while you fuck onto him, already borderline pussy drunk.

You bounce up and down his dick, it feels so good but it’s not enough, you want him to fuck you, you want to get railed, “Kenshi~ I need you –hah– to please –nngh– fuck me.”

“Cum first and then I’ll –hah– fuck you,” his head is lulled back, only focusing on the tight clutch of your cunt.

The room is filled with slick slapping noises, your pussy leaking into his lap. The lewd sounds have your face growing hot, your soft moans furthering your embarrassment, you can’t keep them in though, they slip from you before you even register that it’s you making those noises.

Kenshi grunts, “Making such cute noises, princess,” his abdomen muscles tighten and twitch, “Always make such –hah– cute sounds, can hear the way you whine when you’re fucking yourself –mmph– can hear the slick sounds of your cunt, God, you’ve got such a wet cunt, drive me mental –nngh–” He’s babbling almost incoherently, his comments only further your arousal, more slick leaking from you.

The longer you ride him, the more frustrated you get, you’re so close to the edge but can’t seem to get yourself to fall off it, “Kenshi please, help.”

Despite his ravenous need for you, he smiles evilly and says, “No.” You shed tears, actual tears at your frustration, a sob gets caught up with your moans and he smiles wider, “You crying about it, princess?”

“No,” you sniffle out.

He grabs your face and his thumb runs along your cheek, feeling your tears, “God you are, fuck.” His cock jerks inside you.

You continue trying to get yourself off, your orgasm floating just beyond your reach, Kenshi seemingly takes some pity on you, his thumb rubs into your clit. You switch from bouncing to grinding, grinding his cock into you, your heart stutters in your chest and you moan out his name.

Your cunt pulsates on him, your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, you collapse into him as you finally cum on him. Tears fall from your eyes and onto the skin of his shoulder as you finish. Kenshi groans at the vice like grip you have on him, his hand helping you to grind into him, riding out your high.

“There you fuckin go,” he practically growls at you.

He doesn’t give you a second to come down, he’s immediately fucking up into you, both his hands on your hips, moving you up and down his dick like a sex toy. His hips slamming up to meet your cunt on your way down. He groans more freely, getting lost in the feel of you.

You’re fucked dumb, essentially. Only able to drool and cry into his shoulder, moans and whimpers spilling from you. Sounds that Kenshi relishes in, loving how vocal you are, needing the sounds to make up for his lack of sight.

“You should come to me from –ngh– now on, if you wanna get fucked,” his words slur together slightly.

“Uh huh,” you agree easily, even if you have a hard time forming complete words.

He continues, “You gonna let me fuck you how you need, mmm? Have you creaming for me whenever you want?”

“…Yes.”

His chest vibrates with a growl, “How about when I need it? Gonna let me fuck your tight little cunt whenever I need it, princess?”

“Whatever you wan,” you mumble out, focusing mostly on the heavy drag of his cock against your walls, of the force he drives into you with.

He chuckles darkly at you, “You’re real fuckin agreeable when I’m stuffing you full of my cock,” he purrs, “Where’d that teasing nature of yours go, mmm?”

You hum at him noncommittally, not having an answer for him.

“Probably wherever your brain is, you’re fucked completely dumb right now, huh?” his tone is amused, enjoying immensely how cock drunk you are for him, “Guarantee no one else would make you feel this good, princess.”

As much as you want to refute that, you know he’s right. You’ve never felt this fucking good during sex, or this full. You’re creaming around him, white ring at the base of his cock. Your stomach is fluttering, already so close to cumming again. You feel so far gone; eyes rolled back in your head. Cunt gripping onto him, holding on for dear life. With how wet and sticky everything is, you may have to buy a new couch.

Kenshi can’t help but whine as he gets closer to finishing, “Can’t get over how slick you are, you’re fuckin– you’re sucking me right back in ­–nghh–”

You gasp against him, “Kenshi~ I’m gonna–”

“Go on, fuckin soak me, finish all over my cock again,” his hips slam up into you harder, faster, “God, please, fuck– wanna feel how fucking tight you grip me again, wanna hear the little whimpers you let out, finish on me again, princess,” his words are grit out from behind his teeth, trying like hell to hold off his own orgasm.

His nails bite into the skin on your hips, he’s starting to growl out whines next to your ear and they sound so delicious, your mind swimming with them, committing the noises to memory. He fucks into you a few more times before you’re clamping down on him and cumming so hard you see white, tears falling freely from the force of it.

Your pussy spasms on his cock, the feeling has Kenshi moaning loudly before he’s suddenly cumming with a bitten back whine, his cum pumps inside you, coating your walls. He has cum so much it leaks back down his cock and into his lap, your panties are thoroughly ruined, soaked in so much cum and slick.

You stay stuffed full of him, barely conscious and clinging to him, you’re dazed and lost in how good you feel after finally getting fucked well.

Kenshi’s arms wrap around you, holding you close to him, “Better?”

“Mhmm,” it is better, you feel so content right now.

He presses his lips to the side of your head and asks, “Not gonna go looking for one night stands again are you?”

You mumble out, “Would you even let me?”

He laughs before pressing a kiss to your cheek, “No, swear on my life your cunt was made for me.”

You snicker at him, “Whatever you want.”

“I should fuck you more often, you’re significantly less annoying after a good dicking,” he jokes… you think.

“You love it.”

He laughs lightly at you, not willing to agree verbally but he does enjoy your teasing. That might just be because he enjoys you though.

A quiet lulls over the pair of you, both holding each other close and coming down from your respective highs.

You remember something and you ask him, “Why did you ask me to keep my panties on?”

“I wanna keep ‘em, could be handy to have when I go away,” he says blasé, unashamed.

You groan at him in disgust but you can both feel the way your cunt lightly flutters on him. Thinking of him using your panties to jerk off arouses you more than you wish it would.

Kenshi laughs knowingly, “I’ll let you watch.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed !!! Like I said, not my best work but I had to purge the Kenshi brain rot before doing anything else <3 My inbox is open for thoughts or questions but I am not taking requests at the moment, I have too many 😭 Anyways, I hope you all have a good day/night !!!

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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 - 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚 & 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞́

Summary: Your girlfriend asks you for an unusual favor

Dom!Lisa x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Rosé

Category: Smut

Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 1.541

“Let me come, please, I'll do anything” you beg to your girlfriend who has her fingers buried inside your heat.

“Anything?” you nod frantically. “You're a good girl, I know anything I ask you, you gonna do for me” she kisses your clit.

“Please” tears stream down your face from the torture of not being able to come.

“Would you have sex with Rosé? Would you do that for me?”

“What?” yours eyes widen, but then slam shut as Lisa starts in and out of your pussy rapidly.

“Did you hear me. Are you going to do it or not?”

You think that everything is nothing more than a boring joke from your girlfriend to find out how far you will go to be able to come. So you say yes, you scream at the top of your lungs that you will do this favor as the avalanche of pleasure rushes through your body. You are sure that it was the strongest orgasm in your entire life and that what you agreed to do a few minutes ago was nothing more than a delirium because of your desire to reach the peak of pleasure soon.

But it was all real. The request, acceptance and promise that you would comply with the agreement. And everything got even more real when a week later Lisa called you to say that the day was already set and you couldn't go back because good girls keep their promises.

Your girlfriend said that during a meeting with friends, Rosé confided in her that she had never been in bed with someone else before, that she had never felt pleasure from someone else's touch. Lisa could find anyone to do this, not that Rosé needs help because she would find someone easily, but her shyness stops her. Not only shyness, but she doesn't want to be with just anyone, she wants to meet someone first and Lisa, tired of her best friend's complaints, proposed that you could do that for her.

Rosé immediately denied it, but after a little insistence from the younger one, she agreed. She never imagined this before, that she would have her first time with her best friend's girlfriend. It's not like it's going to happen all the time, it's just so she knows what it's like to have that experience.

Her sweaty hand touches the doorbell and the nervousness she's tried to ignore for the last few days comes flooding back.

Lisa opens the door and immediately smiles. “Ready?”

“Are you sure you want this to happen? I mean, she's your girlfriend, I don't want it to be awkward afterwards”

“Come on Rosé, you waited until today and now you want to give up? I was the one who proposed this, it's going to be okay, I know I'll have fun too just watching”

“Okay, you're staying in the room with us” the blonde deduces.

“Of course I'll stay, she's my girlfriend. Don’t worry, I won’t participate, I’ll just make sure everything goes as agreed”

As soon as you hear the doorbell ring you sit up on the big bed only in your black lace suit and your right leg can't stay still with anxiety.

Footsteps are heard in the hallway and when you look up your gaze falls on the two women standing in the doorway.

Lisa guides Rosé with one hand on her lower back until she is standing still in front of you. Your girlfriend comes back to close the door and sits in an armchair with a privileged view of the bed.

You stand up and maintain eye contact with Rosé. “Are you comfortable with that?” she refers to the whole situation and you nod with a small smile on your lips.

“It's okay, if you don't want anymore at some point just tell me and I'll stop” you assure her lightly running your fingers on her arms to help her calm her nerves.

You bring your face close to hers and give her a few seconds to look away if she doesn't want to, but she stays still, shifting her gaze between your mouth and your eyes that are focused on her plump lips.

You close the distance and gently kiss her. You want her to be relaxed, getting as much out of this moment as she can and not regretting doing so.

When you pull away, her lips follow you in a silent request for more and you quickly oblige.

One of your hands goes to the back of her neck bringing her closer while the other caresses her waist before landing on her ass and squeezing her at the same time as the kiss becomes faster and more hungry.

You break the kiss and place small seals on her jaw and neck and she exhales a slow, shuddering breath. You smile against her skin feeling her melt against you, making you glad to have that power over someone you've barely touched.

“I know this must be good, but why don't we get right to action?” your girlfriend asks with her legs spread, feeling her wet panties and squeezing her own breasts. For a moment you forgot her presence in the room.

You ask Rosé to lie down on the bed and when her head hits the pillow, you are on top continuing your work on her neck and collarbone as you slide her shirt up and off.

You distribute kisses all over her skin, in the valley of her breasts, on her stomach, waist and below her navel.

Your hands roam the pants button waiting for confirmation to proceed. She nods her head slowly biting her bottom lip and you struggle not to reach back up and bite the same lip she's been torturing herself.

Your hands glide down her thighs, pulling her pants off and tossing them wherever they go. You take off your bra and panties first and then hers.

You take your time exploring her body and figuring out what she likes that you don't even notice Lisa slip a hand down her pants and stimulate herself by watching the two of you.

Rosé's body is covered in hickeys, bites and kisses and when you finally get to the wettest, most sensitive part of her, a shiver of anticipation runs through her body.

You take a long lick from her entrance to her clit, sucking lightly. “Oh, God” she moans at the new sensation and her breathing quickens making her chest rise and fall rapidly.

You tongue fuck her and then move up to suck the bundle of nerves harder and harder, applying just the right pressure and repeat this until her hips move to show you that she is ready for your fingers.

You insert your middle finger and let her move her waist herself, gripping the sheet tightly in her fists. Then you add the ring finger, if it weren't for so much pleasure she's feeling, she'd be shy by the noise her intimacy generates because of her wetness.

“That’s it, just like that” you encourage her by moving your hand to match the ones of her waist. “I’ll get you well prepared”

As if you read her mind, you speak again. “You will take the strap on so well”

Her mouth opens in a perfect “O” shape and she momentarily stops moving and when she comes back it's because waves and waves sweep over her body accompanied by sweet moans.

You reach the strap on that is on the bedside table and put it on. Though her eyes are half-closed, she watches your every move and feels the rubber dick collect her wetness.

You wait for her to give the signal to proceed and stick the tip in her pussy. She contracts but then relaxes as you stimulate her clit in lazy circles.

When the object is all inside her, you stand still for a while to let her get used to how full it is. Rosé rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath at the feeling of being torn apart from the inside, the good feeling already overcoming the pain.

She pulls you closer with her legs, tangling them behind your back and you start pushing the cock slowly. Soon she starts to match your thrusts with her throws and it turns into a moaning and whimpering mess.

“Are you going to come?” you ask.

“Yes” she replies between moans. “Don't stop, please” and you accelerate the thrusts, one of your hands continues to work on her clit and the other goes to her neck, squeezing weakly.

“Fuck, yeah” you can hear your girlfriend cumming on her fingers and her heavy breathing.

Rosé isn't far behind and when she comes, her nails mark your back and you help her through the orgasm by slowing down more and more until you stop altogether and your legs ache from the position you've been in for a while.

“What did you think?” Lisa gets up helping you to lie down and relax.

“It was really good”

“Yes?” she laughs. “Congratulations, you are not a virgin anymore”

“Thanks for fucking me, Y/n” Rosé thanks you and you smile. You should be the one to thank, since the pleasure was all yours.

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Virtue

Bobby Nash x Reader

Warnings: 18+ do not read if you are a minor.

Summary: you are done being friends with benefits.

The noises the neighbors must have heard a couple of minutes before should have made you feel embarrassed. When you first started sleeping with your captain the both of you agreed strictly to let go of some steam. A secret. You were his dirty little secret. You agreed with it because you had been pining for him for months. His charisma, his ability to have snarky remarks towards completely incapable people on the job. His eyes were filled with pain, and hurt. While he put on a smile, and spent time with his found family. You knew why he was just screwing your brains out instead of taking you out on dates. Athena left him in shambles, and now the honorable captain was screwing the rookie. He wouldn’t be able to face the team if he did. You stare at his ceiling while you let your thoughts infiltrate your mind. You knew you should get up, take your clothes and leave. “Your neighbors must hate us.” You chuckle as you get up from the bed, you didn’t bother covering up, hoping he’d look up from his phone and see you and beg you to stay. “Well, next time I will have to take it easy on you then.” He said, you look at him, and he was looking at you for a response. You just stick out your tongue as you throw on his shirt.

You get home from Bobby’s house late, and you had a shift early in the morning. You saw the hickey Bobby left on the base of your throat. It wasn’t even red anymore, it was turning purple. You signed, you once heard Hen say that she thought Bobby drank respecting women juice in the morning. The thoughts of that joke lingered through your mind as you crawled into your own bed, still wearing the captain’s shirt. He might miss his LAFD shirt. however, as long as he was not asking for it back you weren’t going to remind him who has it. You heard your phone buzz, as you reached for it. A text from a detective you met when you gave s testimony about a case at court last week. Want to have dinner with me friday? Detective Greg Howard, he was good looking with broad shoulders. You answered back agreeing to it. Not like Bobby and you were exclusive. He almost immediately texted back. Great, I’ll pick you up at 7. You read the words. You were on shift till 6:30, and you wouldn’t have time to get home. You told him to just swing by the station to pick you up.

The days from Tuesday evening till Friday felt long. Starting from Wednesday evening you were on duty, and starting from that it felt extremely long. Just looking forward to the weekend. Bobby and you had the unspoken rule where you would flirt with him and he would ignore it. Everyone wrote you off as being flirty because of your playful personality. You were flirty with everyone, Hen would get noticeably flustered whenever you made a flirty comment. “Anyone want to go out tonight?” Buck asked when all of you were on the way to an emergency call. The sirens blaring in the background. The others were chattering in the background about how Buck needed to shut up, and that after a 72 hour shift nobody wanted to spend any more time with Buck. “Y/n?” Buck asked seeing as you were the only person who hadn’t responded. “Oh no, I’ve got a date.” You said, you looked over to the front to see Bobby’s reaction. There was none however. “Come on, afterwards we’ll hit the club?” Buck asked. You were hesitant. “Buck, what makes you think her date will end after dinner?” Eddie teased him. The others laughed. “Actually I bet 50 dollars that Y/n won’t go to the club with you.” He said, this erupted chatter from everyone betting money on how well they expect your date to go. “You shouldn’t go betting on a woman’s virtue.” Bobby said, resulting in the others being shut up. “I bet 20 dollars on getting laid tonight boys.” You said, mainly you just said it to piss off Bobby. You were outraged at him saying something about your virtue when he was the one fucking you whenever he wanted. The others laughed at you. Bobby clearly wasn’t. “Well, can’t see how we can’t both be right.” Buck flirted. Referring to the money he betted on you joining him tonight at the club. You were cut off before you could say anything to Buck as you arrived at the scene.

The call ran late, and you quickly showered, and got ready. Your mind went hauled over the thoughts of Bobby being mad at you, even if he didn’t say anything specifically you could tell his demeanor changed. Guess he didn’t like you making that joke. You shouldn’t care, you don’t care what he thinks of this. “You’re looking nice.” Hen said, stepping into the dressing room. “You’re not gone yet?” You asked. She shook her head. “You know if it bothers you. Just say so and we won’t make jokes about your love life.” She said, after a moment of hesitation. “It’s all good, Bobby just got on my nerves.” You said, Hen adjusted her glasses. “Bobby was the problem?” She asked, visibly confused. You shrug as you adjust your short cocktail dress. “It looks nice, very sexy.” She said, You look in the small mirror above the sink. “ All for you, hot mama.” You said, turning around, giving her a smile. She chuckled. “I wanted to look not slutty for the dinner but slutty enough to hit the club afterwards.” You tell her. She nods. “One thing is for certain, you’ll definitely get some tonight.” She hummed. That’s what you were hoping for. You walk out of the dressing room, and decide to quickly get something from the kitchen area really quickly. Bobby was standing by the kitchen island pouring himself a cup of coffee. “You’re still here.” You said, he nodded. “You look gorgeous.” He said, he had a certain look on his face. A mix between stoic, and the face he made before he’d kiss you. You stepped closer, taking his mug from his hand, raising it to your lips, taking a sip. “Don’t go.” He said, you looked at him. You had been hoping for a while he’d ask you to stay. All the late nights at his apartment. “So it is okay for you to ruin my virtue but can’t let anyone else touch me?” You asked, your tone stern. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction. The word virtue were like poison in your mouth. “Okay, I shouldn’t have said that.” He said, you nod. You put his mug down in front of him. “You know when we started sleeping together I hoped we’d become more.” You said: “but it’s clear you don’t want that.” He didn’t look at you directly. He just stared at your hands. It was clear he was trying to formulate what he wanted to say. But, you heard your name being called from down the stairs. “Well, Captain unless you have something to say to me I’d better get going.” You said you didn’t give him time to respond,almost running down the stairs. You were greeted by Greg who looked nice in a casual button up, and blazer. “Hi, you look amazing.” He said, you thank him as you walk out with him.

Greg was nice, he took you to a nice restaurant, and got an entire bottle of nice wine for just the two of you. Conversation flowed between the two of you, as the two of you were swapping stories. After dinner he brought you home, and you were about to invite him in when he kissed you. It took you by surprise. You follow his lips movement. “I’m sorry.” He apologized when he was catching his breath. You give him a smile. Instead of saying anything you press your lips against his again. Kissing Greg was new and enticing. Nothing like Bobby at all. You had to take charge here, arguing with yourself as you missed the taste of peaches. You broke off the kiss realizing that you didn’t want to invite him in tonight. You hurried up inside of your apartment complex. You check your phone for the first time since the start of your date. You didn’t think Bobby would have sent you something. But, the wave of disappointment hit immediately when you saw he didn’t text anything. You saw the dozen texts Buck sent asking you to join him and some of the others from the team. It was only ten thirty right now, you open the door again, and walk out trying to flag down a taxi.

When you finally got to the bar Buck had sent you the address of. Chimney, Eddie, Hen, Buck and Bobby were sitting at a corner table. Beer bottles and multiple shot glasses covered the table. “Oh my god, y/n you’re here” Chimney cheered when he saw you. You sat down next to Buck who quickly put his arm over your shoulder to whisper something in your ear. “Bobby has been in a mood.” He slurred. You take one of the shots in front of Buck, and down it. Letting the burning sensation trickle down your throat. You didn’t realize what a bad choice of alcohol Buck made, and you desperately needed a chaser. You take the Coke in front of Bobby and take a big gulp. “Jezus Buck what was in that.” You hissed. The others were laughing about a joke made by Bobby about your inability to just drink alcohol. “So Y/n, your attendance means you did not get lucky?” Eddie asked. You shook your head. “Well, the night is still young.” Hen interrupted. It wasn’t clear to you what she bet on but now you knew. You let out a laugh. “Want to double it then?” Eddie said, Hen looked towards you. Then she looked over from Buck, and then to Bobby. “I’ll take that action.” Hen said, grabbing some money from her pocket and putting it on the table. “A Ben Franklin?” You gasped as your eyes widened. “You just love losing money huh, Hen.” Chim said: “ I’ll go against it.” You were starting to feel uncomfortable. “I’m getting another drink.” You said,pulling Buck off his seat to help you carry more drinks. You move across the dance floor. “So what did you bet on?” You ask him, as you lean on the bar waiting to be served. “That you don’t have sex.” He said, you laugh. “I was counting on you to help me win.” You whined. He chuckled, he really was one of your best friends. “I thought the same. Until I noticed how Bobby has been depressed since he heard you went out on a date.” He said, you look over at the table to see Bobby chuckling about something Chim said.

When you go to the bathroom a while later you didn’t realize you were followed in. “I want to explain.” he said, you continued washing your hands while he locked the door behind him. “Well, I don’t want to listen.” You murmured. You refused the urge to look up at him. “John said I’d lose you like weeks ago.” he said: “ and I still let it happen.” John was his friend from AA. He didn’t attend daily anymore but still kept in touch, sometimes he’d tell you things you weren’t sure he told anyone else. He stood close enough now. You could feel his breath on your exposed back. You look up, looking him in the eyes through the mirror. “ He also said I need to stop punishing myself by sleeping with you.” He said, you turn around, he stepped back to give you more room. “So now sleeping with me is a punishment?” You ask him. He got visibly annoyed by how difficult you were being. “I am always seeking atonement for my sins.” You were going to speak, asking him what the hell that had to do with you, he got to it first. “I couldn’t resist you, and I knew it was wrong, you're younger, and i’m your captain.” He said, your expression changed, it got just a little softer and you couldn’t let that happen. “So I'm just a young piece of ass then. Great” you said sarcastically. The look on his face said he was just about to shut you up. “Stop being a brat.” He snapped. You looked furious. “Let me make things easy for you. I'm leaving.” You said, trying to push past him. He pushed you against the wall instead. You loved it when he was taking charge; it came so naturally to him. He pressed his lips against yours, the two of you let passion take over. You moaned softly as his fingers found their way to your dress straps, letting the straps fall down your arms. You knew you shouldn't give in, but the feel of his lips on yours reminded you of peaches. The dress was bunching at your waist, he looked at your breasts as you were not wearing a bra. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He said as he touched your sensitive breasts. A moan escaped your mouth, as he peppered kisses along your neck.

You could see the desire in his eyes, and it only made you want him more. He smiled as he had your right where he wanted you, moving his hand from your breast to under your dress, moving your panty to the side as he started touching your clit. You nestled your face in his blouse to hide the moan you let out. You had your arms around his neck, however you moved them to his belt to help him out of it. “I need your cock, please.” You whined, the tension already getting too much from him playing with your clit. “I need you too. But, listen. Are you listening?” he asked, applying a little more pressure. He started adding two fingers inside you. You moan as a response. “I don’t allow myself to love anything.” he said: “haven’t for years. I thought if I allowed myself to fuck you but not love you. I was seeking atonement.” You nodded. It was hard to pay attention when he was touching you like that. You whimpered his name as you started to cum around his fingers. The grip you had around his shoulders tightened. “I love this.” he said, you wish you had the energy to argue with him. Instead he loosened his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear to expose his cock. “I love it when you are so cock hungry that you’ll do anything for me.” He said, he picked you up, pushing you against the wall as he inserted his cock inside of you he gasped at the tight feeling. You let out a moan still sensitive from your previous orgasm. “ The others are going to wonder” you said, he started moving. The two of you tried to keep quiet. He held your chin tightly. “Don’t think of the others when my cock is inside you.” he warned. It turned you on when he gave orders like that. He noticed that you liked it. “You always get turned on when I give orders?” he asked. When you said something completely inaudible. He started playing with your nipple. While he repeated the motion of fucking you. “Be a good girl and answer.” he said, you nodded. “yes” you moan. He pressed his lips against yours, as he entered his tongue into yours. He started to become sloppy signifying he was about to cum. “I’m gonna cum. Please just let me cum” you asked him. Your ask made him pick up his pace a little and quickly you felt your wall tighten around his cock, as you moaned his name repeatedly till you felt your legs tremble. The tightening of your walls caused him to cum inside you. He didn’t pull out of you immediately instead he was trying to catch his breath while holding you up. He carefully pulls out and sets you down on the ground. He was making himself decent. While you pull the straps over your shoulders again. You looked in the mirror, and it clearly looks like you’ve had sex. You tried to fix your hair by raking your fingers through it.

After cleaning yourself up a little, you and Bobby made your way back to the table with the others. The team started loudly cheering when the two of you sat down receiving stares from others who were enjoying their evening. “ What the fuck?” Eddie said he was so certain he was going to win that bet. Bobby noticed Buck was going to open his mouth but he was quicker. “One remark about my age and I will punch you.” Bobby told him. It didn’t stop Buck from saying something stupid. “I was just going to ask if she gets special treatment, old man.” Buck asked. Bobby punched Buck in the arm. This time Bobby placed his arm protectively over your shoulder. You leaned into him, as you overlooked some very sore losers throwing money on the table from their lost bet.

[sanddusted-wisteria]

Adventures in MTAS datamining (pt. 1/?: art assets)

Because I am incredibly normal about this game, I’ve been poking around in the game’s files (and MTAP’s, too) pretty much ever since I got it. Unity games are pretty easy to datamine, since tools are already out there, which is incredibly fortunate for fueling the hyperfixation. I wanted to share some of the more interesting things I’ve found on my travels. Spoiler warning: There are some midgame spoilers below (i.e. starting with the water tower). There’s also one thing that might be a future spoiler, which is at the very end and marked accordingly.

General disclaimer: If you’re curious to try datamining out yourself, feel free to ask me for how-to’s, but please be careful! Never edit the game’s files directly. Make copies and back up your save files. You’ll also need a good amount of RAM (I recommend at least 16 GB) to be able to handle tools like AssetStudio, since you’ll be loading assets directly into memory. And MTAS has a lot of assets. You may also encounter unreleased future content in there...so preemptive spoiler warning for that as well.

Since there’s so much to dig through, this post will only focus on some of the art/visual things. These can either be found under StreamingAssets > AssetBundles, or StreamingAssets > AssetBundles > art_asset. I can’t really comment too much on the 3D assets (meshs, textures) since I don’t know too much about modeling, but here are some other interesting things I found!

Cutscene thumbnails

You can find thumbnails of the cutscenes without the builder in them. The in-game album uses different thumbnails, which look like screenshots taken when it’s playing for the first time (hence why skipping a cutscene won’t put it in your album). Some of them actually really nice. Wallpaper-worthy, even.

The one they use for the kidnapping cutscene is incredible.

(ask people who don’t play mtas to caption this image.)

Newspaper photos

In The Tumbleweed Standard, the monthly issues are accompanied by these photos. Something about the filter makes it look pretty. Here are my personal favorites:

Family photos

You ever wanted to see the photos in the NPCs’ houses up close? Now you can! They’re all super sweet. Welllll, most of them.

(My favorite one’s the one with babby Heidi 😭 [far right, midway down])

It’s still unfortunately kinda blurry, since they’re meant to show up pretty small in-game. Hopefully you’re still able to see them.

Here’s a bit of a buffer before the last thing I have to show, since it’s probably the one thing that could be a future spoiler. If it is, it’s probably fairly minor. Hop off now if you don’t want that.

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Fine with maybe being spoiled? Alright, here we go...

Lastly, I leave you with a forbidden image:

...I’m sorry, who is this???

So, uh...Qi has an alternate set of character art. No other character has one (except Elsie for story reasons). I assume this’ll be a DLC outfit, like those in MTAP? Kinda weird how only one would be loaded into the files so far. The asset name doesn’t really give any pointers, it’s just marked as “Qi2″. It only exists as character art, no model or texture or anything like that.

So is this past Qi? Future Qi?? Qi for one day if he’s forced to wear something nice for a change??? It looks like the neat and complete version of his normal outfit. You can see the same shirt and tie, same pants (except they aren’t rolled up at the ankles anymore?), same shoes. I’m also just now noticing that his suit jacket’s the same color as the mobile suit, haha funni joke. Again, not a single other character besides Elsie has an alternate outfit yet in these files. What is this for?! I have no fuckin clue, but I can say that Qi cleans up pretty nicely 👀

(kinda wish he kept the messy hair, tbh. doesn’t really look right without it)

And that’ll wrap up this little datamining dive! I’ll probably come back to the art in the future, once more gets added, or if I find some other things to share. In the next parts, I’ll be showing off some of the audio and text data, but I do want to wait until future game updates for some of it. Hope you found this as interesting as I do!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to continue reeling from the psychic damage that full-suited Qi’s done to my poor little brain.

ETA: i just realized that it looks like the fucking onceler’s outfit. i am deeply sorry for putting the image of onceler qi in your head

  or am i

Edit 2: Unfortunately, as of several beta builds pre-release, full suit Qi has largely been removed. The full art version isn’t in the files anywhere, but there are still some map icons of him. Not sure if this is something for postgame content or a romantic mission they didn’t have time to add. We’ll have to see :P

ngl i kinda prefer scruffy qi over this lol

[zoyalannister]

Gracetopher week 2024

Day 6: Grief

@gracetopher-week

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I interpreted it in a very wide sense, meaning another sport!AU where no one dies, but after an injury Grace must say goodbye to her tennis career. 1216 words

Her husband was with her when she left the hospital, but his presence didn’t reassure Grace like it normally would have done.

Grace still needed a crutch to walk, and Christopher offered his arm to help her, but what hurt her most wasn’t her knee when she accidentally put her foot down, or her pride for needing assistance at every step. 

It was what the doctors had told her, which still stung like a punch in the gut. 

You’re never going to play tennis anymore.

She was just twenty-five, but the last seven years had been wonderful for her career. She’d started taking part in minor tournaments, and a few months ago, she’d started qualifying for the semi-finals of the most important slams.

Last year, she’d won two of them.

Now, she would never go on a pitch anymore.

The thought always reduced her to a crying mess. 

Before her injury, she’d signed with sponsors for the next ten years; now, they had all abandoned her, since she could no longer meet their requirements. Thankfully, she’d married Christopher last year, or she would have never been able to afford the wedding without the sponsors’ money. 

“Do you want to talk?” Christopher asked her after he’d helped enter their car.

Grace ignored the pain shooting through her knee and up her leg and shook her head. “No.”

Christopher said nothing. He knew that pushing her to talk would only be counterproductive, so he just walked to the driver’s seat and turned on the engine. 

For the whole ride, Grace couldn’t stop thinking about her lost career and mulling over the things she’d lost.

Her sport, a good part of her identity, her glory, her promise to herself to finally win Wimbledon next year, money…

When they stopped in the driveway of their luxurious house, Grace felt a wave of panic and anxiety raising in her chest.

“Are you feeling sick?”

She met her husband’s worried expression. Despite all her negative feelings, she was grateful to have someone worrying over her.

Grace knew she could share her concerns with him, so she blurted out, “I’m thinking about how we are going to pay the mortgage now that my career is over.”

Christopher grabbed her face in his hands. The contact with her husband’s body and his violet eyes staring at her calmed her down, as they always did.

“Don’t worry about it right now, we have enough savings for a few months. The important thing is that you are getting better and will soon recover. We will think about money when it’s time to think about money.”

Grace nodded and let him kiss her, but it took all her willpower to stop herself from taking her phone and checking her bank account. She let her husband help her walk towards their house, where she knew Kit’s family was waiting for them.

She loved the Lightwoods and Ari more than she’d ever loved Tatiana and considered them her real family, but she was in no mood of meeting anyone. 

She didn’t want to see the pity look in their faces when she announced to them that she would never go back to playing tennis, that she’d lost everything she’d ever worked for. 

Grace wasn’t ready to tell herself that her career had been like a hay fire, bright but incredibly short, let alone saying it out loud.

“I want to go to the back garden,” she blurted out.

Christopher looked at her for a moment, but he understood. 

He always did.

“You will find something else,” he murmured as he guided her. 

Grace glared at him. She would like to say that it was just her physical pain making her act that way, but in truth, his words irked her. 

“Not now,” he said in reply to her expression. “But… I’m sure you’ll find another thing besides tennis and get back on your feet.”

“Is this a joke?”

Christopher blushed. “No, sorry for the bad wording. I just think this injury won’t be the end of you.”

Grace stayed silent, despite she was already regretting her snappy reply. 

He helped her walk towards the back garden, where there was a little tennis court where they played with the family on Sundays.

Grace sat on an armchair on the side of the pitch, while Christopher disappeared into their house. She felt a vague sense of guilt at the idea of leaving him the responsibility of explaining her condition to his family, but she knew that she would fall apart if she had to do it herself.

She took her phone from her handbag and texted Christopher to bring her a gin tonic.

Isn’t it going to interfere with your medicines?

Christopher’s carefulness always made her feel cherished, but right now, she only felt a bolt of annoyance. He was right, of course, but she hated hearing it when she just needed to forget all her sorrows for a few hours.

Get me a coke then.

Grace regretted her own brisk tone as soon as she’d sent the message and immediately added, Please.

Christopher didn’t reply, but arrived ten minutes later with a glass of coke and a beer for himself. 

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting since we left the hospital,” she said when he sat next to her. “This is a bad situation, and I shouldn’t lash my frustrations out at you.”

He took her hand and kissed it. “I forgive you. I understand that you’re having a terrible time, but we’ll get through it together.”

Grace wondered, not for the first time, what she had possibly done in her life to deserve such a wonderful husband.

“I wish I shared your same optimism,” she breathed out. 

Whatever Christopher was going to reply, he was stopped by the arrival of Alex, his thirteen years old brother, in t-shirt, shorts and holding a racquet.

Christopher glanced at her before addressing his brother. “Alex, it’s not the time—”

“No, let him play,” Grace interrupted him. “Looking at him playing will distract me.”

“Are you sure?”

The fact he was worried about her being hurt even more by watching tennis reminded her why she loved him. 

“Yes,” she reassured him, then warned Alex, “If you send the ball to the neighbors’ garden, you’ll go talk to her yourself.”

“Yes. Thanks, Grace,” Alex said, and launched himself into a solo match.

Curiously, watching him didn’t turn off Grace’s brain. On the contrary: it set it on fire. 

She was so focused watching Alex’s moves that she barely noticed Christopher going back inside to get some snacks. Grace took a mental note of everything she saw, and after ten minutes, she yelled to attract Alex’s attention. When he looked at her, she told him, “Your posture is all over the place, you have to keep your back straighter and bend your knees more. Your swing should be more natural.”

Alex stared at her for a second, then did what she’d told him, and she could see the results immediately.

“Wow, thanks Grace! That was very helpful!”

Grace smiled, and not only for Alex’s progress. 

Christopher was right: her life wasn’t over just because she couldn’t play anymore. She could still go back to the court, but not as a player.

As a coach.

[comfort-writing]

Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 6: Party at Harrington’s

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. Eddie helps you relax after a couple grueling months.

warnings: smoking and drinking. mental health- anxiety- is depicted. this fic will be 18+ in later chapters- minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: I feel much better about this chapter. btw I totally wanted to get it out last night but I fell asleep after work oops. let me know in the comments or my asks if you want to be added to the tag list! requests are open!

word count: 2.9k

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Once school was back in full swing, you were busy, to put it lightly. Spring semester was always filled with setting up IEP and 504 recommendations for your students to be analyzed for in the first grade, as well as trying to have every student achieve mastery of all of the state standards. You had to make sure all of your students could write their name without mistakes, tie their shoes, know numbers one through fifty and the alphabet, knew a lot of sight words, and most, if not all, should be able to read basic books.

You were working hard to try and make sure that all of your students achieved. But that didn’t come without sacrifice. You and Eddie still called, but the calls were usually less than twenty minutes, as you needed to grade assignments and lesson plan for the days ahead. You still saw him at pickup line, but instead of those days where you were stressed being few and far between, they were growing more frequent.

You could tell he was getting worried about you. He’d even said it on your last phone call.

“Are you doing okay? You seem really stressed lately.” He cautioned, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Oh, I’m fine. The spring semester is always like this. I’m just not used to having such a large class size is all. They said that next year won’t be so bad. Apparently everyone decided to have babies at the same time that you did.” You joked, trying to downplay your anxiety.

“Is there anything I can do to help you out?”

“I’m not sure… just- being able to talk sometimes is nice. Allows me decompress a little. But if I think of anything else, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Okay..” He said warily, still not quite sure about where your head was really at.

You didn’t want to burden him with anything. You’d always had pretty bad anxiety, but you had learned to manage it pretty well on your own over the years. However, when life got stressful, it was more difficult to deal with, especially due to the fact that you didn’t have much time for yourself.

He’d invited you out to a little get together with his friends the other night. You said you weren’t sure, mainly because you felt like you had a pile of work that needed to get done and taking one night off might put you back. But he mentioned that you didn’t have to stay if you didn’t want to. He just wanted you to meet his friends- it was a casual hang out, nothing serious. You hesitantly agreed, thinking that maybe this might help you chill out a little bit.

It was tonight. Eddie said he’d drive you, which you appreciated, as despite you living in Hawkins since the summer, you still didn’t know your way around town outside of the main roads. You were standing in your closet, trying to decide what to wear.

Casual. Cute. Nothing too sexy or serious. Just- regular clothes. You should have something like that, right? You dug through your closet. It didn’t help that the majority of your wardrobe consisted of colorful dresses you wore to your kindergarten class. Honestly, dressing for five year olds was easier than dressing for adults, in your opinion. You decided on a pair of jeans and a light, comfortable sweater. It was nearing March, so it wasn’t snowing anymore, but it was still cold out. You put on your everyday makeup that you wore to school and tied back your hair, pulling out a few strands to frame your face. Earrings, bracelets, watch. Easy. Cute, comfortable, casual. You grabbed a pair of white sneakers and threw them on. Just as you were finishing tying your left shoelace, you heard a knock at the front door.

You answered the door, “Hey, Eds, come on in. I just have to grab my purse.” You said, letting him into the entryway.

“You look nice.” He smiled genuinely.

You were in a bit of a rush, the anxiety still having a hold on you, “Ah- thanks.” You said quickly, rushing to the living room to grab your bag. You walked back to Eddie, eyes looking a little worried, “Ready to go?” You asked, almost walking past him to head out the door.

He stopped you, placing both hands on your shoulders, “Hey.. Take a breath. Relax.” He said, taking a deep breath, eyeing you to follow suit. You did, relaxing your shoulders a bit. “This is supposed to be fun. You deserve a break. You’ve been wearing yourself out. One night off isn’t going to cause your kids to fail.” He reassured you.

You took another deep breath, “I know… I know. It’s just been a bit much is all. I want my students to succeed.”

“And they will.” He insisted. “But they can’t do that without your help. And how can you really help them if you’re so stressed all the time? You have to take care of yourself in order to take care of them.”

You sighed, “Yeah.. you’re right.” His words were reassuring enough for now.

“Okay. Let’s go have fun, yeah? And remember, if it’s too much, we can just leave. There’s no pressure for you to stay. I’ll drive you home and you can work or relax.” He said, squeezing your shoulders gently before letting go. You nodded, and he opened the front door for you, locking it behind you guys before walking you to his van.

Before you had the chance to open your own door, Eddie jogged over and opened it for you, taking a grandiose bow. You laughed, for what felt like the first time in at least a week. Ever the gentleman. He walked over to the drivers side after shutting your door, and the two of you pulled off to drive to Steve’s.

The moment you arrived at the cute little corner lot house, Eddie jumped out and opened the car door for you, taking your hand and helping you out of the car. He gave it a quick squeeze before letting it go.

You guys walked up to the door, and Eddie just waltzed right on through the door. You felt bad just walking into a strangers house, so you stood in the doorway for a moment. “Sup Harrington, you big lug.” Eddie laughed, wrapping an arm around Steve’s shoulder and bending him to ruffle his hair. Steve laughed and shoved him off, then noticed you in the doorway.

“Hey, come on in, don’t be shy.” He smiled warmly.

You stepped further into the entry way and shut the door behind you. Steve walked over to you and stuck his hand out, shaking yours politely, “Steve. Nice to meet you.” You told him your name and once you’d been introduced, Steve and Eddie walked you to the living room to meet the rest of the group. Everyone seemed warm and welcoming enough.

The younger bunch were back for spring break, so everyone had a lot to catch up on. You mainly listened to the conversation, just taking everything in. You sat at the end of the sofa, with Robin next to you and Eddie squatted on the arm rest. You’d been chatting with her, finding out the two of you had a lot in common.

“You want a drink?” Robin offered, getting up to go grab one for herself.

“Uh, sure. What do you have?” You asked.

She reached her hand out, you took it, and she helped you off of the couch, “We’ve got a lot, and I’m not even sure what all there is.” She chuckled as you followed her to the kitchen. She swung open the fridge like she lived there and reached in the back, grabbing a beer before leaning on the freezer and allowing you to scan the contents. You grabbed some premade cocktail in a can before shutting the door.

“So.. you and Eddie, huh?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You couldn’t fight the red tint that flooded your cheeks, “Ah- well.. not really?” You said, shrugging your shoulders.

Robin frowned and cracked open her beer, taking a swig, “What’s the holdup? He’s like, toootally into you. And if I could bet on it, I’d put down money and say that you’re into him.”

You sighed, “That’s already been established.”

She gave you a confused look, “So.. why aren’t you two a thing?”

“My job. Unfortunately, it’s like, illegal for me to date a parent. Plus, in this town, it’s not like we can be secretive about it- gossip runs rampant.”

“Ah- yeah, I guess that makes sense. Don’t worry., my lips are sealed”

“Thanks. But it still kinda sucks though.” You chuckled, bumping her shoulder

“I feel that. When I was in college, my girlfriend and I had to be like, mega-cautious around everyone. I know it’s not the same, but I know what it’s like to have to hide how ya feel.” She reassured.

“Thanks Robin.” You smiled, taking a sip of your drink.

She nodded and the two of you walked back to the couch, finding Eddie laid out where the two of you previously sat. Robin groaned and shoved him, trying to get him to move off of the couch. He rolled off, hitting the ground with a thud, and you and Robin quickly scrambled over him and into your seats, giggling. Eddie laughed and pointed an accusatory finger, “I knew I shouldn’t have introduced the two of you.”

You and Robin shared a knowing look and laughed, watching as he got up off of the ground and moved to sit on the armrest once again, leaning against the back of the couch and resting his arm on the cushion above your shoulder.

After a while of sitting and listening to his buddies laugh and tell old stories, with you chiming in at certain points, Eddie leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna go out back for a smoke. Want to come with?” He asked.

You nodded and followed him through the house and onto the back patio. You sighed into the cold March air, seeing your own breath. He took a cigarette and a lighter out of his jacket pocket. He offered you one, to which you politely declined, before lighting it and taking a drag.

“You having a good time?” He asked, leaning over the patio’s railing and looking into the backyard.

You matched his position, “Yeah. Your friends are really nice.” You smiled.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. You deserve to.” He told you, leaning over and bumping your shoulder with his own.

You hummed and looked up, seeing the starry sky. It made you feel small, but not in a bad way.

“Just think, only two more months and you’re home free.” He mused.

You giggled, “You mean we’re home free.”

He smiled, “Well yeah, but I was mainly talking about you. You’ve been so stressed lately with all the hard work you’ve been doing.” He paused, looking over to you, “I’ve been worried about you. I mean, I haven’t known you that long, but I can tell that all of it has had an effect on you.”

You sighed, turning around to face the house. You placed your hands on your face and dragged them down, “I know.” You grumbled, your voice muffled by your hands. You let them fall and rested your elbows on the railing, leaning back. “I just feel like I haven’t had a moment to breathe since January. Spring semester is normally stressful, but it’s usually not this bad.”

Eddie nodded, taking another drag of his cigarette, letting you continue.

“I just- anxiety is a bitch, you know?”

Eddie laughed at that, coughing through it as the smoke spilled from his lungs. “Boy do I know it.” He said, once he’d gained his bearings. “But like I said, only two more months. You’re almost there. And really, I know I’ve already said this, but if you need any help with anything, you let me know, okay?”

You nodded and leaned your head on his shoulder, “Thank you, Eddie.” You whispered. He smiled and kissed the top of your head before laying his own on top of yours. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying each others silent company as Eddie finished his cigarette, making sure to blow the smoke away from you.

He snubbed out the end of his smoke in the little ashtray on the railing before looking down at you, “Ready to go back in?” He asked quietly.

“Do we have to? This is so nice.” You pleaded.

“You’re shivering. You’re going to freeze to death.”

“Ugh, fine. If we have to.” You groaned dramatically.

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your arms quickly to warm you up, “Come on, cutie.” He said, walking you back inside.

You laughed as you two walked back into the house, feeling yourself begin to defrost as you walked back to the living room together. You plopped back down next to Robin and she gave you a silent wink, to which you rolled your eyes and smiled.

Around ten, everyone was heading out, so you and Eddie followed suit. You said goodbye to everyone, you and Robin exchanging numbers, and Steve giving you a big bear hug. Eddie walked you out to his van, opening the door for you before climbing in himself. The two of you drove home, laughing and recalling funny things that people had said that night, listening to the radio on a low volume.

Once he pulled up to your house, he walked you to your door. “Hey, thank you for tonight. I had fun.” You smiled, leaning against your door frame.

“Me too. I’m glad you came along.” He had one hand in his jacket pocket as he used his thumb to fiddle with the rings on his other hand.

You looked up at him. He looked so handsome in the moonlight. You looked around for a moment, taking in that nobody was on the street and the neighbors’ lights were off.

“Are they planning anything like this again soon?” You asked.

“Not that I know of, but I’ll let you know when we do.”

You nodded, taking a step closer to him. “Really.. thank you.” You said sincerely as you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He was a little surprised, but he hugged you back, wrapping one arm around your waist and using the other to rub your back.

To an outsider, the hug may have look like it lasted too long, but neither of you cared. You just enjoyed each others warmth and physical contact in that moment. You could have been there forever and neither of you would have noticed.

You pulled away slightly, looking up at him. He smiled softly down at you. You glanced around one last time before looking back up at him. You could have cut the tension with a knife.

After a moment, Eddie bent down and whispered in your ear, “You’re making it very hard not to kiss you right now.”

You squeezed him closer, taking a steady breath before whispering back, “I never said you couldn’t.”

He pulled back and looked around like you had already done, making sure nobody was around. Your porch light was off, so nobody could really see you guys anyways. He looked back at you for confirmation that this was okay. You nodded.

He didn’t waste another moment before leaning down and capturing your lips in his own, moving one hand to hold your cheek as he did so. His lips were warm and soft and he tasted faintly of cigarettes, but you didn’t mind. You felt like you were surrounded by him: his lips, his hair, his tall and lean figure. He smelled like smoke and some sort of warm and spicy cologne.

He kissed you gently, not looking for anything more than this. You melted into it, your arms wrapping around his shoulders lazily. Neither of you knew how long it lasted, it could have been a second or it could have been an eternity. But when he pulled back, the both of you feeling a little breathless, it felt too soon.

The two of you shared a look before smiling at each other. He leaned down and kissed your temple sweetly before he pulled away, your arms falling to your sides and feeling empty. “I’ll see you tomorrow at pickup?” He whispered.

You nodded dumbly, and watched him step off of your front porch. “Good night, beautiful.” He said with a wink, heading back to his car. You wanted to say good night as well, but you felt as though your voice would betray you in that moment, so you silently unlocked your door and walked inside your house, locking it behind you.

You leaned against your front door, taking a moment to let it all sink in.

Man, you felt like a teenager again.

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Heaven is Here (if you want it)

A spicy scene from my evolving fic Dear Fellow Traveler.  This won’t come into play until further down the line, but I finished it now so I decided to get some feedback.  I do hope you guys like it.  Tell me what you think <3

Rating: E     Pairing: Avatrice     Words: 5376

Contains: Enby Ava, praise kink, strap-ons, flip-flopping, wing kink.

They were kissing on the desk in Ava’s room.  Ava had Beatrice sitting on the desk itself, standing between her legs and keeping them spread apart with their hands.  Old Home was quiet around them as a sleepy morning progressed into a lazy afternoon.

There was nothing lazy about what they were doing, however.  Their mouths slid hot and heavy against each other, barely able to separate for breath, and Ava pressed their hands firmly on Bea’s lower back, keeping their bodies close together.

All of this was still fairly new to Beatrice, but her body seemed to have an instinctive grasp on what to do, because her hips started rolling against Ava’s abdomen quite of their own accord.  Ava smiled playfully into her mouth when they registered this.  Their hands dipped lower to grip her by the ass as they shifted ever-so-slightly upward, bringing their pelvis flush against hers.

“Are you glad to see me, Bea?” They asked, grinning smugly when Beatrice’s breathing stuttered at the contact.

Not one to be outdone, Beatrice responded in kind, wrapping her legs around Ava’s waist and pulling them in tighter.  “As glad as you are to see me, I suspect.”

They chuckled, grinning with full teeth as their hands guided her into a steady rhythm.  “You know, sometimes I think I remember more than I realize,” they said, talking and grinding at the same speed.  “Because sometimes I’m positive that I can make jokes out of the things people say.  I just don’t know how because I don’t have the context anymore.  Like right now, I know there’s something funny about this, and I think I know why, but the rest won’t come.”  Then they snorted.  “Heh, come.”

“You are your own best audience, darling,” Beatrice responded blithely, more focused on how the seam of her pants was pressing perfectly against her core.  She braced her arms behind her on the desk to push ever more forcefully against Ava.

“Probably just means I have to remake the jokes myself,” Ava continued.  With their hands occupied, they used their teeth to tug at the collar of Bea’s button-up, pulling it open enough for them to nibble on her collarbones and run their wet tongue along her throat.  “You wanna help me with that, Bea?”

“What did you have in mind?”

Ava smiled wide against her cheek and pressed a kiss there.  “I’ll show you.”  With that, they retreated, gently pulling out of Beatrice’s hold and kissing her once before turning away.  “If you see this and aren’t interested, it’s no problem,” they said as they skipped over to their closet.  “It’s not for everyone, but I think most people like it when they try it.”  Beatrice waited on the desk as they began rummaging around, leaning forward curiously to see what they were looking for.

After a minute of searching, they emerged with a box.  Beatrice blinked, her brow furrowing as Ava carried it back to her.  “A box?”

“No, silly,” Ava said, flicking her shoulder.  “In the box.  It’s this.”  They opened the top and revealed its contents, which did not help to resolve her confusion.  

She wasn’t quite sure what she was looking at.  It was a… translucent rod of some kind, several inches long, with a minor curve in its shaft.  One of its ends flared outward, looking slightly bulbous, while the other was attached to some kind of base and a mess of leather strips and metal buckles.

She looked between it and Ava in evident befuddlement.  “What is that?”

“It’s got a few names attached to it.  I usually call it a strap-on, or strap,” they said, shrugging.  “But it’s a toy, basically.  A sex toy.”

“A sex… toy…” she repeated, puzzling over the term.  “How do you…”  She blushed, the words becoming a jumble in her brain.

“Play with it?” Ava finished for her.  “You wear it.  Or, well, one person wears it, and they fuck the other person with it.  It’s a toy cock, basically.”

The word “cock” struck a chord of recognition for Beatrice, casting her mind back to the random pile of books she pored through on her first trip to the library.  One of them had been a battered anatomy textbook, and another had been a strange fiction story that she hadn’t finished.  She frowned.  “It’s meant to emulate male genitalia?”

“In a word, yeah,” Ava said.  “Like I said, if you don’t want to, I’ll put it away right now.”

“I didn’t say that,” Beatrice countered.  She wasn’t sure how to feel about it, truthfully.  The textbook’s diagrams of the male form hadn’t interested her in the slightest beyond simple curiosity, and she certainly couldn’t imagine herself being interested in any flesh-and-blood males either, based on what she’d seen of them.

But, if she pictured Ava with a… cock, well… that changed things.  Still, she found herself apprehensive.  “What does it feel like?” She finally asked.

Ava tilted their head.  “Wearing it or getting fucked with it?”

“Both, I suppose,” she said, blushing at the other haibane’s coarse language.

“Well, wearing it usually feels pretty good.  It’s designed to stimulate the clit while you use it, so if you know what you’re doing, it’s really nice.”  They shrugged.  “Getting fucked with it… I guess you don’t have much to compare it to, but it mostly feels really full.  It’s not too big, but it definitely gets the job done.  It’s longer than most fingers too, so it can go deeper.  Again, if you know what you’re doing, it can feel really, really good.”

Beatrice considered this, looking down at the odd toy again while Ava pressed their hands against her ribs, rubbing in calming circles.  She appreciated that, but found it unnecessary.  She was calm.  She was interested, at least enough to make an attempt.  

“Let’s try it,” she told them decisively, before sliding off the desk.  Ava wrapped their arms securely around her waist as she did so, kissing her sweetly.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, feeling more certain with each passing second.  “I am.  Although, I think you’ll need to… use it, at least this time.”

Ava beamed at her with teeth and kissed her again, harder.  “Oh, don’t worry, baby.  I’ll fuck you so well you won’t remember anything else today.”

Beatrice smirked back at them with eyebrows raised.  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

They moved to the bed, undressing each other as they went and giggling giddily as they stripped down.  Ava pushed Beatrice to sit on the edge of the bed while they put the toy on.  That was when she realized that the mess of leather and buckles was actually a harness, one that looped securely around Ava’s hips and locked the fake cock in place over her cunt.

Just as she suspected, seeing this sort of thing on Ava evoked a much different feeling than pictures in a textbook.  They hadn’t done anything more than make out and get naked, but Beatrice could already feel herself getting wet with excitement.  That excitement only grew as Ava fastened the last buckle.  They wrapped one hand around the shaft of the thing and jerked their wrist in an up-and-down motion for several seconds, grunting softly as they did so.  Beatrice realized a second late that they were playing with themself, pushing on the base of the toy to rub against their clit, and this realization was powerful enough to make her drip onto her own thighs.

Ava noticed this, their eyes fixating on the apex of Bea’s legs while their wrist continued to pump.  “Are you getting wet, Bea?  Ready for me to fuck you?”

Provoked, Beatrice spread her legs wider, showing herself more fully to Ava.  “I guess that depends on if you’re ready to fuck me.”

“Sassy,” Ava purred, stalking slowly forward.  They dropped to their knees in front of her and gripped her thighs with both hands to keep them apart.  Beatrice carded her fingers through their hair as they pressed kisses all over her belly before dipping down to ghost teasingly over her pussy.  “You’re ready, alright,” they growled before sucking her into their mouth.  Beatrice hissed through her teeth as a too-clever tongue worked her over, dipping inside her quickly before retreating to lick her clit in tight little circles.  They did this several times, winding her up until she was practically riding their mouth and keeping them close with a tight-fisted hand.

Ava retreated before she could get anywhere, however, smugly smirking up at her when she grumbled at them.  “Patience is a virtue, baby,” they told her.  “And I want you to cum on my dick, got it?”  They allowed her to drag them up into a bruising, open-mouthed kiss, but then they started pushing her backward on the bed.  “I’d like to do this a certain way, okay?  I promise it’ll be good.  Will you try it for me?”

“What do you want me to do?”  She asked.

“Get up and turn around on the bed, baby.  On your hands and knees.”  They helped guide her into the position they wanted, making it so that her knees were folded under her abdomen and her face was resting against the mattress.  She was initially confused about the purpose of this, until she felt Ava push against her backside, pressing the toy against her damp folds.

“Oh,” she moaned, arching back into the sensation.

“See what I mean?”  Ava said, rubbing her sides.  “You’re gonna love this, I can already tell.  Let me just get some lube on.”  They retreated momentarily, and Beatrice could hear something like a bottle or tube being uncapped.  There came a slick, rubbing sound that made her ears turn red, and then Ava was back in the same position, using their hips to stroke the toy against her cunt until she could feel herself dripping onto it.  “So nice, right, Bea?  I’m going to try pushing it in now.”  They framed her hips with both hands, and moved until the head of the cock was teasing her entrance.  “It can be a lot to handle at first, so I’m gonna go slow, okay?  Just focus on breathing and relaxing, and if it doesn’t feel good or you want to stop, tell me.”

“I will,” Beatrice promised.  True to their word, Ava took their time.  When the tip of the toy first pushed inside her, it retreated quickly.  Then it returned, pressing in a little more, before pulling back.  She didn’t find anything spectacular about it at first.  It felt nice, to be sure, but it wasn’t anything life-changing.

It wasn’t until Ava had worked it halfway into her that this opinion started to change, but when it did, it changed rapidly.

“Oh, mmm,” she groaned when Ava put a little more force into their next thrust, pushing almost the entire length inside her.  Suddenly, she understood what Ava had said about feeling full.  Taking Ava’s fingers had been incredible, but this was downright dizzying.  The thing was girthy enough to press against all of her walls at once, giving her no angle of escape from the persistent stimulation it provided.

“Doesn’t that feel good, Bea?”  They asked, pulling back once more before finally bottoming out inside her.

“It does,” she whimpered, shaking from the overwhelming feeling of it.  “It feels so good, darling.”

Ava paused there, keeping the toy fully sheathed inside as they waited for her to get her bearings.  They rubbed a soothing hand over her spine, crooning softly in time with her needy whines and pants.

“Are you still having tenderness along here?”  As they asked the question, Ava’s fingertips ghosted over the downy place where Beatrice’s wings emerged from her back.  Their other hand kept up a loose but steady hold on her hip, thumb rubbing aimlessly over her skin.

Beatrice hummed, too distracted by the fullness between her legs to give a proper response.  Apparently, this was unsatisfactory to Ava, who leaned over and down until they were flush against Bea’s back.  The hand touching her wings remained in place, but the other traveled upward, leaving a trail of heat along her ribs and over her breast until she felt careful fingers taking hold of her jaw.

“I need an answer, baby.  Are your wings still sore?”  Beatrice couldn’t help how she shivered from halo to toe as Ava’s lips teased her ear, nor the way her core tightened around the toy when she registered the vibration of the words passing through Ava’s chest into her spine.

Losing herself to all of these sensations was perilously easy, but those fingers at her chin were insistent, so Beatrice bit her lower lip hard and took a deep, grounding breath.

“No, they’re alright,” she answered, feeling a vague sense of accomplishment when her voice didn’t tremble.  “I can even lay on my back now, for short periods.”

“Okay,” Ava murmured, pressing a butterfly kiss to her temple before straightening up again.  Beatrice shivered again, this time from the loss of warmth and weight against her back.  Ava’s hands returned to their previous positions, but this time their right hand curled under Bea’s wing to anchor itself at the base.  “If it starts to hurt, or if you don’t like it, tell me right away, got it?”  Biting her lip again, Beatrice nodded.  “Good, I’m gonna start moving now.”

Move, they did.  The first draw backwards was excruciatingly slow, as Beatrice swore she could feel every millimeter of the fake cock drag against her inner walls.  Each of those millimeters pressed back in just as slowly, drawing a near noiseless whine from her throat when Ava bottomed out.  This process repeated several times, each time ramping up with a bit more speed, a touch more force, but it wasn’t enough.

“Faster,” she whimpered, pressing her hips back against Ava’s.  It was a shameless, wanton thing to do, one that the weakening but ever present specter in her mind told her she should be ashamed of, but she quickly and forcefully pushed it aside.  “I need more.”

“You’ll get more, pretty girl,” Ava practically purred, the pet name drawing another eager gush of arousal from Beatrice’s cunt.  “Fuck, you are wet.  I can feel you on my skin, Bea,” they grunted, grinding instinctively against her ass and groaning as the base of the strap rubbed their clit.  “Hold onto the sheets for me, okay, baby?  I’m going to fuck you good now.”

Beatrice’s hands curled obediently into the moth-bitten duvet, and she was tempted to dig her teeth in too when Ava’s next thrust hit with a bolt of lightning.  As it was, she pressed her face into the mattress to stifle the embarrassing yelp that left her at the sudden motion, and kept it there to hide her breathless little moans as Ava started rutting into her at a steady and devastating pace.  It still wasn’t particularly fast, but each thrust was deep and purposeful, burying the strap inside her hungry intention.

Beatrice found her own body just as ravenous.  Like all the cunning trickster beasts out of the library’s storybooks, she chased Ava’s cock when it drew back and fought to trap it when it returned, her drenched pussy clenching around it as a wolf’s jaw clamps down on a rabbit.  By the shuddering pants and soft grunts coming from behind her, she knew Ava could feel it, feel how they had to work to maintain the rhythm they had chosen, the tempo and intensity.

“Fuck, you’re so good, Bea, you’re taking me so good,” they whimpered, their fingers flexing spasmodically around Beatrice’s hip and wing.  “Keep pressing back on me like that, I can feel you.”

Beatrice was nothing if not a diligent worker, and she found in her gut a fire, a blazing determination to make Ava feel her, to turn this overwhelming pleasure back on its creator.  In the spirit of such passionate fairness, she pressed her palms flat against the duvet and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees again, a position that actually gave her a very slight height advantage on the other haibane.  In most circumstances, the difference was negligible, but here the subtle shift in angle pulled a particularly ruined whine from Ava and momentarily caused their hips to falter.  “Baby, baby, Bea…” they chanted, turning the simple recitation into something primally lyrical.  “Do you feel good?  Please, I need you to feel good, please.”

“I do,” Beatrice intoned breathlessly.  “I do.  You’re wonderful, Ava.  I’ve never felt like this before.”  Telling the truth had never been more satisfying, Beatrice thought.  She would dare to say that no one in the world could understand the feverish, aching joy she felt in this moment.  The world, after all, was as small as a town.  “Keep going, darling.”

“Shit,” Ava swore.  “Can I… can I move you?  I want you up against me."  Beatrice leaned back on her hips, allowing Ava to wrap an arm around her midsection and pull her upright until they were flush together again.  Ava's right hand drifted down to cup Bea's breast, while they buried their face into one of Bea's wings.  "Mmo mhoft."

"What was that?"  Ava's canting hips continued to push into her relentlessly, making it difficult to keep track of the conversation, but Beatrice did her best despite the clever fingers now pulling and teasing her nipple.  "Darling, what did you say?"

Ava’s face emerged from her wing to press wet, open-mouthed kisses against her shoulder.  "So soft," they repeated, sounding drunk.  "Your wings, Bea.  So pretty and soft.  Pretty and gray."

"Just like yours," Bea panted, hissing when Ava’s left hand joined the right in playing with her breasts.

In response, Ava buried their face in feathers again.  "Mhot mike mhine," they mumbled, but before Beatrice could ask what they meant, her words were quieted and turned to nonsense by pressure against her clit.

"Oh, Ava," she gasped, her hips bucking erratically, uncontrollably.  She was trapped between two bone-shaking sources of pleasure.  Ava's hands and cock were holding her in place better than any ropes or sky-high walls could dream of.  They stole her breath and turned her brain to mush.  "Ava, Ava, I'm close!"

"I know, Bea," Ava groaned.  "Fuck, I can almost feel it.  Will you cum for me, baby?"

Beatrice nodded frantically, tossing her head back onto Ava's shoulder and leaving her neck wide open to be sucked and marked.  Her hands seemed to move of their own accord, one traveling upward to cover Ava's over her breast, and the other reaching back to grasp madly at Ava's ass, a wordless plea to fuck her harder.

The noises coming out of her, coming out of both of them, were loud enough to bounce off the walls.  The moans, the panting, the wet slap of skin, all of it was driving her further and further towards the cliff.  Just a little more and she would…

"Oh, shit, Bea, just like that!  You're getting me soaked."  Beatrice barely heard her, but Ava didn't seem to mind as they slowed everything down to a crawl.  They kept fucking her through her climax, sweet and gentle, coaxing her down from the peak as a shepherd does a lamb.  Only when the last of the aftershocks had passed and Beatrice was a puddle in their arms did Ava stop, lowering her down to the bed and pressing little kisses into Bea's sweaty hair.

"I'm gonna pull out now, okay?"  They were careful and took their time, but the withdrawal still provoked another full-body shiver from Beatrice when her cunt clenched around nothing.  There was a yearning ache to it, a soft pain that she thought came from loss of connection more than anything else.  She shut her eyes tiredly as she felt Ava’s weight temporarily retreat from the bed.  There came the sounds of buckles unfastening, then an almost imperceptible thud as the harness was discarded, and then Ava was back next to her, coaxing Beatrice to turn on her side and sliding a pillow under her head.

Beatrice forced her eyes open with effort, regarding the other haibane as they settled beside her.  "That was wonderful, Ava."

Ava beamed.  "I know, right?  Told you it was a good time."

"Did you finish?"

"Hmm?"

Bea's brow furrowed, and she looked at Ava more carefully.  "Did you finish?"  She repeats.

"Oh," Ava said, their gaze retreating from Bea's.  "I'm good.  I had a great time."

Beatrice frowned.  She hoisted herself up on her elbow to look down at Ava more fully.  "Ava, did you cum?" She asked, more firmly than before.

Ava huffed softly.  "Don't worry about me, Bea.  I promise I'm go-uh!"  Whatever they were about to say was definitively cut off by Beatrice’s fingers pressing against their swollen clit.

"That’s what I thought," Beatrice murmured, keeping her touch slow and light, marveling at how forcefully Ava's hips jumped in response.  After several seconds, she stopped, pulling her hand back to Ava’s thigh, where she could feel the muscles twitch under the skin.  "Ava," she began tenderly.  "I won't do anything you don't want me to.  This can end right now if you say so.  But please, don't downplay your own needs for me."

"'M not," Ava mumbled sheepishly.  "I was going to handle it."

"Do you not want me to touch you like that?"

"No!" They quickly denied.  "I love it when you touch me.  It's just…"  They nervously wriggled around on top of the duvet.  Beatrice waited for them to settle, keeping her hand where it was until Ava told her to move it.  "It's kind of embarrassing…"

Beatrice tilted her head.  "Your pleasure?"  She couldn’t imagine why.  If what they just did wasn’t embarrassing, then she was at a loss to understand how this could be.

"Not that… necessarily," Ava clarified haltingly.  They worried their bottom lip for several seconds before continuing.  "Okay, do you promise not to laugh?"

Beatrice felt a sudden storm of affection sweep through her, starting from the center of her chest and spiraling outward at breakneck speed.  Ava was just so… cute.  Their squirmy restlessness was wildly endearing, and the genuinely shy way they were glancing at her made Beatrice want to kiss them again.

Since they were in the middle of an important conversation, she chose instead to brush her knuckles over Ava's cheek.  "I promise not to laugh," she swore.

"Okay," Ava repeated.  "So I have this thing, most times I have sex, where I can't, like… get off, before my partner."  They put their fingers together over their stomach, lacing and unlacing them repetitively.  "I mean, I can do it eventually, but it's like I just need them to do it first.  Or else I can't get there?  Does that make sense?"

"I don't know," Beatrice answered honestly.  "I don't really know anything about all of this."

"I guess none of us do, right?  I've never met a haibane who arrived with a complete idea of how sex works."

"So, why did you not want me to help you finish?"

Ava's eyebrows pinched together adorably.  "It’s not that I didn't.  It's definitely not that… I guess I'm just not used to people noticing.  That I didn't get there with them, ya know?"

Beatrice’s brow furrowed.  "Surely that can't be true for everyone.  What about Lilith?"

Ava let out a frustrated grumble.  "Not her," they concede.  "Lilith is Lilith, so she notices.  But the other people I've slept with… Let’s just say it's not common.  So I guess I'm just used to going without until I can take care of it myself."

"Do you ever tell them you didn't finish or ask them to return the favor?"

Somehow, after all of their exertions, Ava is still capable of blushing.  "Uh, well… that seems like a weird thing to ask, right?  And kinda demanding?"

Beatrice shook her head fervently.  "Absolutely not.  I should think that asking your partner to properly pleasure you is only fair.  After all, I assume they asked you before you slept with them."

"Well, when you put it like that…"

Beatrice moved her hand again to cup them over their sex.  "Ask me, Ava," she commanded, her voice dropping low.  "Ask me to pleasure you."

"Bea…" Warm, pretty pink spread from their cheeks all the way down to their nipples, and they looked away, flustered.

"Ask me," Beatrice repeated, fingers ghosting through damp curls.  Her palm exerted the barest hint of pressure against Ava's clit, and she was enraptured by the way they shivered.  "Ask me to make you cum, darling.  I want you to feel what I did when you were inside me."

"F-fuck…" Ava's hips started bucking again under the light touch.  "Baby, I… please?"

"Please what?" She purred, dipping low to press her lips to Ava's ear.  There was a funny sort of power that came from being in this position, as opposed to a few minutes ago when Ava was the one in control.  "Tell me what you need."

Ava whined.  "I-I need to cum, baby," they said, finally giving in.  "I'm sorry, please fuck me…"

"Don't apologize," she responded, kissing Ava’s temple fiercely.  "I want to fuck you.  I want to do this for you."  She stroked and teased through Ava's folds, humming at the growing flood of arousal she found there.  "So warm here, darling, so ready.  You're coating my whole hand."

Her words evoked a powerful response from the other haibane, who covered their eyes with one arm and whimpered, burying their teeth into their bottom lip to muffle the noise. It was an image so beautiful and vulnerable that Beatrice wanted to curl around them like a living cocoon, so that only she might get to see them like this.

She remembered how much it affected her to hear Ava’s praise, and decided it was time to turn the tables.  "You're beautiful, Ava," she murmured against their cheek.  "Everytime you smile, it unravels me just a little bit more."  She ran her lips up and down the length of their neck, lingering over their pounding pulse.  "And now that I've seen you like this, I don't think I'll ever recover."

Wasting no more time, she carefully pressed a single finger inside, and when they cried out, she caught the vibration of their vocal cords between her teeth.

"Oh god, Bea, please!"

Beatrice kept things slow at first, almost languid, because she wanted more time to watch Ava fall apart under her touch.  With one finger setting a lazy pace and the heel of her hand braced against Ava's clit, she was content to catalog all the ways their body responded.  The squirming, the shaking, the tiny little gasps and disjointed syllables they couldn’t seem to contain.  And how they practically yelped in surprise when her mouth closed over one of their nipples.  When their hand crept into her hair to hold her in place, she rewarded them by grazing her teeth over the sensitive bud while curling her finger inside, encouraging their hips to move with her.

“Baby, please!”

“What do you need?” She asked, abandoning Ava’s nipple only briefly, flicking her tongue over it as she waited for a response.  When the only response she got was another desperate moan, she stopped entirely, pushing herself up again to look down into Ava’s face.  “What do you need, Ava?”

They pressed their arm tighter over their eyes while their pretty, pink lips quivered, wordlessly begging to be kissed.  “I need more!  Please, Bea, I just need more!”

“Good,” she praised them.  “Move your arm.  I want to see you.”  She waited until they complied, gazing up at her with brown eyes that were just a little wet.  “There you are,” she whispered with a soft smile.  “I liked it when you called me a pretty girl,” she admitted.  “Do you want to be called a pretty girl too, darling?  Or a pretty boy?”

The question alone caused a powerful response in Ava because instead of answering, they surged upward, wrapping both of their arms around her neck and crashing their lips together.  The kiss was wild and frantic, even clumsy, full of knocking teeth and mismatched angles.  But it was perfect.  Ava’s arms tugged at her, and Beatrice let herself be pulled on top of them, using her free arm to brace her body while her working hand kept pumping away inside the other haibane.

“Ava?” She prompted when they finally broke apart for air.

“B-both,” they answered shyly.  “But… call me pretty girl right now?”

“Of course,” she agreed easily, pressing butterfly kisses all over their face.  Then she leaned down to whisper into their ear again.  “Pretty girl…” Oh, how they shivered… “Are you ready to take more?”

“Yes!  Please, give me more, Bea!” They said, pushing their cunt back against her hand.  She let them do that for several seconds before she finally pushed a second finger inside, dropping the slow, lazy rhythm in favor of something faster and more pointed.  “Oh yes, baby, thank you!  Thank you, thank you!”

“You’re so sweet, pretty girl,” she told them as she returned to their neglected nipples, taking first one and then the other between her tongue and teeth.  “I’m so glad I get to do this for you.”  She pressed her lips over Ava’s heart and swore she could feel it racing just under the skin.  “Are you close, darling?”  It was a silly question, really, because she could feel the answer in how Ava’s pussy was clenching around her fingers and trying to suck them in, but she wanted to ask anyway.

“I am, baby!  I’m so close, you’re so good!”

“Cum when you’re ready, darling,” she told them.  “I’m right here.  Show me how beautiful you are when you cum.”

When it happened less than a minute later, it was indeed beautiful.  Ava’s jaw stretched wide around a wordless, rapturous sob as their body arched sharply off the bed.  They pressed up into Beatrice as they tossed their head back against the disheveled sheets, baring their throat to be ravished by her ever-starving mouth.  Even their halo seemed to react, glowing brighter than ever before.  

She thought for a fraction of a second that they looked statue-esque in their climax, but quickly discarded the notion.  This was too wondrous, too chaotic and alive, to ever be captured in something as stagnant as a statue.

Just as they had done for her, Beatrice kept going through Ava’s orgasm, gradually winding everything back down until they rested limp and panting on the bed.  When her fingers finally stilled, she kissed Ava’s cheek to get their attention.  “I’m going to pull out now,” she warned them, before reclaiming her hand with care, feeling goosebumps erupt across her skin when the walls of Ava’s cunt tried to keep her inside.

“Bea, holy shit, that was…”

“Good?”  Beatrice supplied hopefully, laying down on her side next to them.

“Amazing,” they corrected, quickly rolling and snuggling up against her.  They wrapped their arms around each other tightly and let their legs tangle together.  Ava kissed Beatrice like they wanted to drown in her, like there wasn’t a deeper place in the world to hide in than her body.  “I can’t believe you just did that,” they continued.  “Maybe you’re the one with the secret sex memories, and you didn’t even know.”

Beatrice giggled despite herself.  “I highly doubt that.”

“I dunno, Bea, you sure as fuck knew what you were doing.”

She kissed them on their cheek.  “Maybe I’m just good at paying attention.”  They both fell silent then, basking in the quiet of the sleepy afternoon and the peace between them.  Ava buried their face in Bea’s chest, nuzzling closer still when one of Beatrice’s hands started stroking their messy hair.

“Will you stay like this with me?” They asked, so quietly that she almost couldn’t hear.  She felt their fingers brush over her wings, curling into the soft feathers there.

“Of course I will,” she told them, a whispered promise against the warm surface of their halo.  “For as long as you want me.”

[justatypicalwizard]

Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 20

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 1,1k

18+, minors do not interact

Lately, you’ve grown closer to Zenitsu. It came out that he is not only a good listener, he also tries his best to help you and give you advice, which is truly sweet. The two of you started to talk a lot about your love lifes, given that he is the only person you can vent to. The blonde also told you about his crush on Nezuko and it is very bittersweet to see him melt over the girl, why she’s still so obvious to all of his actions. You spotted that it was kinda a rolling joke, Zenitsu and his love life, but no one really took him seriously with all that. That’s why he started to open so much to you, because you were the only person that actually listened to him rant about Nezuko. 

It was nearly the winter break. You realised that it will soon be half a year when you and Shinazugawa started to interact with each other. Time flew by quickly. Nevertheless, your day started poorly. Your hairdryer broke and you looked for your keys for so long that you got late to your first classes. Grumbling, you took a seat and started to note, not knowing what was going on. Then, just as you were about to eat breakfast someone asked you for help and it turned out that you didn’t have time to proceed with your food so you had to sit through another lecture with an empty and growling stomach. Not to say more, your day was shitty and you were grumpy. 

Luckily, your afternoon classes would be with Shianzugawa so you could at least look at him. Who knows, maybe you’ll text him later on and rant about your shitty day. Going to his classes would also mean meating with Tanjiro and his friends. This guy was able to cheer up anyone, no matter what.

Still gloomy, you found the class and just when your foot was supposed to cross the doorway, you heard something. 

‘’I really can’t stand it anymore, the way Y/N acts.’’ It was as if someone glued you to the wall. Your back stiffened, as you listened to this someone. ‘’Can’t she take a hint?’’ 

‘’I don’t know Kanao.’’ This time, you recognised the voice, it belonged to Aoi. 

What were they talking about? The way you act? Not taking a hint? You never did anything to make them angry! Why did they talk about you like that? Just a few days ago you were all sitting together. But wait… it’s not like the two of them ever talked to you. You would just always stick to the boys, mostly to Tanjiro and Zenitsu, while the girls chatted alone. Even Nezuko didn’t speak to them as much. 

‘’Hey Y/N!’’ Another familiar voice struck your ear as you turned around, spotting Tanjiro.

You were too spaced out to answer so you just nodded. The boy walked into the class and you followed him, avoiding the gaze of Aoi and Kanao. Something was really off here and you didn’t want to get involved in any drama. 

You all sat like you usually do, the only missing person being Inosuke. Tanjiro poked your side. 

‘’Are you okay?’’

‘’Yeah, just having a shitty day.’’ You answered in an emotionless voice, still processing the situation. 

The girls sat just beside Tanjiro but you didn’t even want to know if they were looking your way or listening to your conversation. Suddenly, you wanted to get out, just go home and rest, cut out from everything. It was just so unfair to get shittalked behind your back when you didn’t even have a clue what you could do wrong. 

Guess the day won’t be any better after all. 

Shinazugawa came and started to prepare everything, it was about ten minutes before the lecture. He may have glanced at you but you were blind to his eyes, staring at your desk, praying that it would all end quickly. 

Suddenly, someone hovered above you. Looking up you learnt it was Inosuke. He was staring at you in an intensive manner, dropping his worn out backpack on the floor. You didn’t really mind his actions, he was weird out of scale and normally it was funny to watch and interact with him. Today you wished he could just tone it down but on the other side, whatever, your problems and not his to mind. 

‘’Hello Inosu…’’ You tried to greet him. 

‘’Hey you, listen!’’ The black haired boy shouted, pointing his finger at your face. 

It was loud enough for the room to go silent. People started to look your way, even Shinazugawa. 

‘’Sit down Inosuke, please.’’ You really tried to be nice to him but you were just too fed up today. 

‘’Will you go out with me?!’’ The boy shouted right into your ear. 

No, no, no! Everyone heard that and was now looking your way. Tanjiro had a panicked face. You didn’t even see how Shinazugawa reacted. All that you cared about were the glances of others, burning holes in your skin. You prayed for this to be a joke. Please Inosuke, shout something stupid right now, that I stink, that I’m stupid, that it was a prank and I’m a n00b, anything!

No, he just stared at you, waiting for an answer. 

‘’Are you joking?’’ You whispered, eying him, your face cold as ice. 

‘’Nah. I just want to be quicker.’’ He shrugged, not giving a damn. ‘’I always win.’’ 

What did he even mean!

‘’Enough Inosuke.’’ This time it was Tanjiro, standing up from his seat and facing his friend. ‘’You can’t act like that.’’ 

‘’What? It was you who said…’’ The loud boy tried to say something but his mouth got shut with Tanjiro’s hand. He started to muffle something, but the other one kept him shut. 

‘’That’s enough, I’m sorry Y/N.’’ Tanjiro said as he started to squeeze past you. He whispered something into Inosuke’s ear and the latter rolled his eyes. 

Well, you had enough of this bullshit. Let’s see for how long everyone will gossip about this. 

Standing up, you started to pack your things, throwing everything into your bag. You didn’t care about the lecture, you didn’t care about them, you just wanted to get out, now! Some people glanced at you as you exited the room, giving you a shame walk. 

When you got out of the building you felt your eyes tear up and you ran to your dorm. Only when you got inside, you started to look through your phone to see if anyone posted something about this situation online. Luckily, nothing like that happened. The only thing that surprised you was a text from Sanemi. 

We can talk later if you need to.

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[agent-black-heart]

Infected

TW: Minor Gore, Suicidal Ideation

Agent Jae had worked for PEIP for about a year now. Today was their first big mission. A tiny town in Michigan has been infected by some sort of disease caused by a lord maybe. Axel was only really getting every other word the General was telling them they were really excited. John didn’t want Axel going on this mission because although it looked simple on the surface, clear the entire town of survivors just in case they had caught the musical disease, he didn’t want to risk Axel getting hurt. The two have gotten incredibly close in the year Axel started working for PEIP it was a running joke between the two that they were siblings. But Axel insisted on coming on this mission so John let them.

“I’m not excited to do this but-“

“Amazing start.”

“BUT I’m excited to actually get to go on a real mission for once!”

“Axel this is serious. This is actual field work this time not just a-“

“Not just a simulation I know!! We’ve already had this talk twice hun. I’ll be fine! If I didn’t think I could handle this I wouldn’t insist on coming. Trust me I can handle this.”

“Right, I know you can kid. This is just a lot higher stakes if things start going south things will get dangerous really quickly.”

“I know! I’ll be careful We’re going to get out of this together, promise.”

That was the last conversation the two of them had.

After John had sent that random guy off to find the love of his life he hears screaming, gun shots, and singing. He reaches for his gun then remembers he gave it to that random man. He pulls out a pocket knife as he runs into the other room. Thats when he sees them.

“Axel…?”

Axel turns to John their eyes are bright blue apotheosis leaking from their mouth as well as the bullet hole on their forehead.

“You didn’t save me~ You promised you’d keep me safe now look at what’s happened! The moment you let you guard down. Now I’m gone, slipped through your fingers!“

They move closer to John.

“Axel please I know your in there somewhere just keep fighting. I can’t lose you please.”

John is prepared to fight Axel if needed but something inside him knows he won’t be able to fight back. That he’s the reason their dead. If he just insisted that they’d stay then this wouldn’t have happened. His actions have killed another one of his siblings and he knows that even if he survives this encounter then he will never be able to live with himself.

Axel keeps moving closer to him.

“All you’ve ever done is drag me to danger~ I’m done pretending you cared when all your love did was hurt me.”

“I never wanted to hurt you Axel I promise I never wanted this to happen.” Johns practically begging them to believe him.

“Then why did you let them kill me John? You were to busy saving someone else to save someone you love. You abandoned me for a stranger.”

They grab his arm and twist it making him drop his knife. John can’t get himself to fight back. Axel was right this was his fault, and he deserved to die because of it.

“But when your apotheosis is upon you we can finally be safe together! You won’t be able to fuck up anymore. We can be a family together.”

Johns shaking slightly but trying his best to stay calm. He never thought this was the way he’d die but now that he’s staring death right in their face he’s somewhat at ease. He deserved this after all didn’t he?

@hatchetfieldocweek

[crimsonbodies]

❝Now Kiss!❞ 18+ - MINORS DNI            … Alan Wake x Joan Newbury | Original Female Character ] WARNINGS: non-con, infidelity, graphic violence. >a/n : heyo! crimson here. so i'm posting on ao3 but thought i'd start posting on tumblr too again! after having writers block for (checks notes) 6 years, i'm back and ready to write smut finally. hope this isn't too much for some people. i'm not into the infidelity trope at all but it would appear that alan wake belongs to me now :) i thought about this. i wrote this. i read this. the guilt is immense. but i'm still gonna touch myself to it at the end of the day because it's hot 😎👍 ENJOI ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

So Alan Wake had a ring on his finger. So what?

Jiwoon couldn’t wrap his head around why the two most gorgeous survivors (besides Yunjin) wouldn’t just confirm their feelings for each other already!!! It super obvious they were meant to be together, and it was driving him INSANE!

Wake had a wife in the real world or whatever but it had to be like a million bajillion years ago since he last saw her, so he didn't understand what the problem was, and he bet Joan was WAYYY better than Wake's wife anyways like C’MON. Plus what if she was dead??? He had half a mind to escape this realm and kill her himself. The mere memory of her was getting in the way of his power couple for god's sake, and Joan was NOT a second lead.

He paced around the stage, his home in between games being a massive auditorium. When he wasn’t practicing his performances, he was sitting in a meeting room at a long table with all the other killers. Well, most of them. Some didn’t want to participate in their little reality-tv ramblings, and others had been kicked out for being too rowdy. They had been non-stop teasing him about how Alan and Joan would never get together, and it was torturing him because he knew they were right. He had been around Wake long enough to know that the guilt of ‘cheating’ on his long lost wife was looming over his head every time he was with Joan; and yet his puppy-dog eyes couldn’t hide just how much affection he had for her. It was pathetic. It was dramatic. It had him on the edge of his seat, but the endless “will they, won’t they” had gone on for far too long. It wasn’t enough for him anymore, he needed a real display of affection.

Whenever he had them in a match, he would tunnel out the other two randos just so he could watch them interact alone, or ALOAN as he liked to call them (it was their ship name he made up and he was very proud of it)(he hoped it caught on in the meeting room soon). Even when tensions were high, and they constantly looked over their shoulders, Wake would still spare some time to make a bad joke, and Joan would call it awful but wouldn’t be able to stifle her laughter. Then they would gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes, or even worse, stare longingly when the other wasn’t looking. From the moments where Wake would drop whatever he was doing when he saw her being chased, to the fact that he would never even let her end up on hook in the first place, it was so obvious to every survivor and their mother how they felt, and if they were trying to hide it from people they sucked at doing so. They were even known to the younger survivors as 'mom and dad'. It was CRYSTAL LAKE CLEAR how well they fit together like two puzzle pieces, I mean, CLEARLY since even the killers who didn’t really care about them weren’t denying the chemistry they shared. Even Freddy, who rarely participated in the round table love island conspiracy, had a few choice words when Merchant said Joan could do way better than Wake. You could hear the sound of one of pinhead’s nails dropping the way the entire room froze in shock; it made Jiwoon proud to call them his OTP.

But Jiwoon wasn’t just another annoying fanfiction writer, he was the Trickster! A cold, confident, calculating,  killer. He wanted an intimate performance, not 50 webtoon episodes where the couple barely so much as brushes up against each other. He had already read plenty of that slow-burn garbage back in the real world, the comments flooded with disappointment every time a kiss was teased and not given for the seventh time over. He would never do that if he was the author, he would simply give the people what they truly wanted immediately. 

And then it hit him. He stopped pacing, bringing his hand up to his face that was curling into a devious smile, and started chuckling to himself. He knew exactly how to get them to admit their feelings. If the forced proximity trope wasn’t enough, he would have to take it a step further. 

He needed to get them to fuck each other, even if he had to force them to do it.

/////

Sooner rather than later, the Trickster had made an appearance in one of their matches. Alan and Joan had long noticed how he liked to stalk them, catching on to his constant ploy of saving them for last, but he never really finished what he started. He often seem to give up in the end game, and they would always see him from afar as they ran through the exit gates. Still, they learned not to let their guard down, and were extra cautious around him since he was unpredictable, but he knew it was all a farce. Some would say he was underestimating what they were willing to do for the other, but Jiwoon was banking on it. In fact, they needed to stick to the script that he had been writing for them behind the scenes or all of this would be for nothing. He was risking them never being able to face each other again. The stakes were high, and he was all in.

As per usual, he made quick work of the unfortunate Dwight and David (sorry about your ship Trapper) and quickly made his rounds to the last gen. There were only three left for them to work on, and they almost always worked together on one of them. The map was Gas Heaven in Autohaven Wreckers. He knew exactly where they were headed: the gas station. The false pretence of a safe roof over their head. They would crouch walk over to the gen, unaware that the basement was directly next to them, patiently waiting for the next scene to unfold. And he was right; there they were. From a fair distance away, he could see Joan’s dark chocolate movie-star hairstyle peeking out from the cracked glass of the garage door. In his head, he fantasized about them exchanging meek smiles, their fingertips would brush as they reached for the toolbox at the same time, unable to hide their blushing.

‘Sorry Allie.’

‘You can use it June.’

He pictured them exchanging lovey-dovey nicknames, truly the pinnacle of a completely platonic friendship. Ignorant lovebirds.

‘Keep it together, Jiwoon. It’s… showtime’

He took a deep breath, brandishing his throwing knives before he took off. The only reason it wasn’t wise to form a relationship in the games was the fact that sometimes you were so focused on protecting the other person that you ended up making stupid mistakes, and Wake was due for his own to catch up with him. Joan was on the side of the gen perfectly in line with the doorway. Wake hadn’t even noticed, too busy scanning their surroundings for the both of them and getting his vision caught on the way Joan’s delicate hands made quick work of the wiring. But the hair on Joan’s neck raised as the killer approached, and just as she was about to get off the gen and tell Alan to hide, a firm hand was grasping the back of her black turtleneck. She yelped as she was pried from the engine, and Alan yelled after her as Trickster swiftly walked toward the basement with her over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile as he carried her down the stairs, turning the corner and letting her fall to the ground. He had mulled over hooking her in his rough drafts, but ultimately decided against it. Instead, he rolled her onto her back and dropped on top of her.

Wake was usually not far behind whenever she was in danger, and Jiwoon wanted him to see this. He took a blade out and plunged it into the fabric of her long-sleeve, cutting it straight up the middle to reveal her bra. Joan stopped struggling and stared at him in shock, but he wanted her to make some noise so he pressed the blade into her shoulder, just deep enough to make her scream. He started to fiddle with the zipper on the side of her skirt and heard Wake come bustling down the stairs as Joan was quietly pleading ‘no, please don't, no no no stop’. Trickster catches his gaze and Wake stops in his tracks in disbelief at the sight. His blood is boiling and his fist is ready to connect with the killer's jaw, but he knows he can't. He’s not allowed to. He'll be punished.

'Good,' Jiwoon thinks, 'stay on script'.

He holds the older man’s gaze as he stands up, leaving Joan writhing beneath him, holding her wound. 

"Heal her." He instructs, and though Alan doesn't quite comprehend what's happening, he rushes to Joan’s side to help her. He sees her exposed chest and cute mint-green bra and forces himself to focus on her injuries, burning a second hole through the hole in her shoulder.

"Allie... Allie..." She cries, grabbing onto his jacket sleeves, her grip loose. 

"It's okay, I'm here. I'm here." 

He tries to reassure her but there's still too many questions about the situation. That and she’s half naked underneath him and he hopes it isn’t obvious he’s avoiding looking her in the eyes. As he finishes healing her and is about to help her stand up, Trickster lunges at him, downing him in one hit. Joan yelps at the sudden movement, jumping away. She wants to run but her feet feel like they’re made out of concrete, sinking her into the floor. Her and the killer stare at each other as he peers over his shoulder, slowly turning to face her as he starts to close the distance between them. She begins to inch away but her back hits a locker, allowing the Trickster to get right in her face. She turns her head away as he holds the blade of his knife up to her neck, slowly lowering it to trail down her stomach to her waist.. 

"Take off your skirt."

"DON'T."

Wake's booming voice bellows off the walls of the basement. For someone who was bleeding out, he sure did have a lot of strength left. Maybe it was just desperation, and that's exactly what Jiwoon wanted. He flashed a crazed smile, turning his attention back to the man on the ground. Wake was lying on his stomach, and Jiwoon easily dropped down on top of him, grabbing the back of his hair and holding his head up with a blade pressed into his neck. 

"Take it off or I'm gutting him like a fish."

Joan’s hands are shaking. She looks back and forth between Alan’s pleading gaze and the line of red threatening to bloom from his neck. She carefully reaches up to the zipper on her plaid skirt and starts pulling it down.

"June.. don't." he stutters out, his breath shaky.

But Joan listens to the popstar, bending one knee and taking one leg out and then the other. She never pulls her gaze away from the knife, afraid that if she blinks it will be pressed further into his skin. She drops it beside her, revealing her matching panties under her pantyhose, and pulls together her blazer over her bare skin in embarrassment.  Jiwoon retracts his knife and suddenly lets go of his grip on Wake's hair. His head drops to the floor. Not much strength left, eh?

"Heal him." he instructs again, and Joan clambers to her partner to stop the bleeding. 

'Perfect. Everything is going perfect'.

"You don't have to do this… You can escape… Please… Joan. Please leave me-." Wake pauses between each sentence, breathing heavily, but gets cut off.

"Don't ever ask me to do something as stupid as that. I woudl never just let him torture you to save my own ass."

"Better me than you. I won't let him.. hurt you." 

Alan was about to say 'I won't let him have you' but stopped himself. That was not what he should be thinking right now. Joan didn't belong to him, and he was married. He had… Alice. Right. That was her name.. He felt guilty every time he looked at Joan and felt something more than friendship. But in this type of situation the lines were starting to blur. How fucking dare he put his hands on her.

"Who says I'll be the one hurting her?" 

Trickster chimes in as Joan finishes her healing. Wake sits up on one knee, still breathing heavily, and Joan bends down with a hand on his shoulder. He reaches a hand up to grab hers, and Jiwoon does his best not to fangirl because holy shit they’re actually touching hands. This was going even better than he had imagined. He made sure to block the exit, leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, but no one was moving anyway. They were far too afraid to anger him.

"You two are gonna put on a show for me, a private show, for your loyal, royal, number one fan. You do what I say, and I'll let you wander the fog together, safe until the next game. How does that sound?"

The pair stared up at him confused.

"A show?" Alan questions, angrily. "What the hell are you talking about? We’re not your playthings."

"Woah, chill out man. I thought you'd be jumping at the chance to protect miss victoria's-secret-model here from the clutches of my toned abs."

Jiwoon points to his stomach dramatically, and Joan blushes deeper, trying to further hide behind Alan. He straightens his back in response, trying to protect her. Jiwoon almost can't keep his act together. He begins to walk towards them again, knife first, and points it right in Wake's face.

"On your back." he instructs, but doesn't wait for him to lie down, instead pushing him down by his shoulders. He groans in pain at the sudden movement, only half-healed. Trickster then grabs Joan by her shoulders, and shoves her down. Her knees hit the floor on both sides of Wake's waist, effectively straddling him. Their crotches connect causing both of them to flinch, and Joan does her best to pull herself off him. He uses their shock to slowly lower himself behind Joan.

"Undo his belt." Trickster whispers, leaning his chest into her back. He presses his knees into Alan’s thighs to prevent him from getting up or kicking her off.

"Wh-.... I-.... I-..." She stutters out, staring at the slightly exposed skin from under Alan’s untucked shirt.

"Unless you want me to make him pick his intestines off the floor, do what I say. Undo his belt. Now."

Joan and Alan hold eye contact again. His gaze seems to beg her not to, but not because he doesn't want her to.

"You don't have to do this Jun-."

Trickster holds the knife to her neck and she gasps. Wake freezes just as he's about to sit up. He knows it's a threat to keep him lying down. Trickster read his movements like a book.

"Oh, but she's going to. Isn't that right, Junebug?"

Joan’s lip quivers. That was the nickname her dad used to call her, the one she shared with Alan. That was the reason he called her ‘June’. How could the killer possibly know that? It frightened her even more.

"I-I'm-. I'm sorry, I-." she stuttered out as she took the metal clasp of Alan’s belt into her shaking hands, fiddling with the loop until it was open and unable to stop her repeated cycle of apologies.

"Now undo his pants." 

She does as she's told, and Jiwoon keeps instructing her through it. 

"Pull them down. Then his boxers. Gooood girl."

Joan shimmies the fabric down and her pupils go wide as his cock springs free, half hard. She had always fantasized about having her way with him in a match, but not like this. This just made her feel awful. And she felt even worse about how wet she was getting from forcing herself on him. Alan turned his head away, unable to face the effect she had on him. 

'That's fine.' Trickster thought, 'Let's see how long you'll be able to keep that up.'

"Put your hand around him. Yeaaah just like that. Now start stroking uppp and downn." 

Joan’s grip is loose as she feels the guilt taking over her. Is this really that much better than being tortured with a knife? This was its own fucked up type of torture. Things would never be the same between them when they made it out of here. How could she ever face him again? Jiwoon noticed her hesitation and gripped his own hand around hers, forcing her to grip Wake harder. He guided her hand as she stroked him, and Wake clenched his teeth trying not to let a whimper escape. Her hand was so soft and it felt so good, but it was so so fucking wrong. 

"Keep going. Faster." Trickster releases Joan’s hand when he's satisfied she won't disobey him again. He lets the scene play on until he starts to see Wake buck his hips up into her hand. 

"Stop."

Joan freezes, Alan’s hard cock pulsing in her stationary hand.

"Don't. Move."

Jiwoon snakes an arm around her waist, bringing the knife between the flat fabric of her bra at the centre of her chest, and yanks upward, cutting it clean in half. Her breasts bounce free, and she's quick to try and cover them but the killer catches her forearms before she can do so, pulling her whole body back and pushing her head forward. Her lips brush across Alan’s tip.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Do not make me ask you twice."

Joan once again does as she's told, beginning to lick a line up his shaft. Her breath is quivering, and it's hot against Wake's skin. He can't help himself and glances up to see Joan’s tits pressed into his crotch, her face flushed, her lips red. He gulps. 

‘Think of Alice, think of Alice, think of-…’ he repeats over and over in his head.

Trickster notices the silent battle and his eyes twinkle. He takes the opportunity to let go of Joan’s wrists and instead gathers her hair back so it doesn't get in her face.

"Start sucking."

She closes her eyes, letting her sinful thoughts take over and hollowing her cheeks out. She was saving them both. She shouldn't feel bad. She also shouldn't be enjoying it as much as she was, but she couldn’t deny the feelings she harboured for him. She knew he must feel something for her. They shared far too many intimate moments for their relationship to be seen as 'just friends'. They were both being reduced to sweating, moaning messes. It wouldn’t be long before their animalistic instincts took over. It was getting Trickster hard just watching them, but that wasn't what he was here for.

Joan went up and down, sucking hard and swirling her tongue around. It felt so good Alan was seeing stars. He closed his eyes and all he could see was her face. She was god damned good at this. Better than his wife, which was a dangerous thought to think but he couldn't help himself. He hadn't felt the touch of a woman in god knows how long, and now a woman he had strictly forbidden himself from touching was hitting his cock against the back of her throat.

"Help guide her head."

Wake was snapped out of his ruminating to see Trickster staring directly at him from behind Joan. It was almost as if he was hypnotising him. His arms unconsciously began to lift and his hands touched Joan’s head, pressing her down and lifting her back up, matching her rhythm. It wasn't long before his grip had tightened and he was shoving her up and down further and faster to get him closer to his high. His hips bucked into her face and it made his belt jingle. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, threatening to burst. But Trickster wasn't done yet. He yanked Joan off of him by her hair, a line of her spit trailing between them, and Alan whined as he felt the cold breeze wash over his raw, aching cock. He was so close.

"You cum when I say you can." The killer said, pleased with the reaction he was getting. He turned his attention to Joan. "We’re only halfway through the show, no skipping to the good part."

He let go of her hair and pushed her over onto Alan, her breasts hitting the fabric of his dress shirt as she was pressed into his chest and felt his bare cock on her stomach. Trickster wasted no time cutting a hole into the back of her pantyhose, ripping them apart with his hands. He then hooked his hands under her shoulders and pulled her back up. 

“Move your panties to the side.” He said into Joan’s ear, loud enough for Wake to hear. “And YOU. I’m not touchin another dude’s junk, so hold it up, and make sure it’s straight.”

Time seemed to slow as the words fell from the killer’s mouth. A shameful blowjob for the killer’s entertainment was one thing, but actually making them fuck each other? Just what kind of game was this psycho playing? This was on a whole other level of wrong, specifically a line in the sand that was never supposed to be crossed, and the Trickster was like a strong gust of wind just blowing it away. Neither of them could look at each other, and Jiwoon felt the tension in the air. No one dared to move. Was this a bad end? Did his plan fail?? Was this the one fic tag he had glanced over in the beginning coming to fruition, #no happy ending??? He almost regretted everything he had done to them… Almost. Just as he was about to start waving a white blade in defeat, he felt Joan’s arm moving. She reached down to her groin, slowly pulling the thin fabric away from her sex. He looked down to see Wake’s hand firmly grasping his erection, his head still looking to the side with his eyes closed. The shame wasn't enough to make them stop what he had started. He felt a crazed smile curling at his lips again. HE KNEW THEY WOULD PULL THROUGH!!!! HE SHOULD’VE NEVER DOUBTED HIS POWER COUPLE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!!!!!! HASHTAG LOVE WINS OR WHATEVER!!!!

He slowly lowered her down. Joan felt the tip hit her and she gasped at the contact as Alan dragged himself over her folds, trying to find her entrance without having to look at it. Rather than shame, the feeling was embarrassment. Neither of them wanted to do this in front of someone, let alone one of the people who killed them for sport. But neither of them could stop themselves. It was just like the Trickster had envisioned. Wake slightly raised his hips to push the tip of his cock inside of Joan, and she couldn’t help but let a moan escape her lips. 

“Is it in?” The Trickster asked flatly.

“Y-yes…” Joan had whimpered out. Without warning, the Trickster had let go of her arms, and she dropped down hard onto Alan’s crotch, completely swallowing him. She cried out, having no time to adjust to his girth. He was so big that it was painful. She carefully lifted her hips as her walls burned, but Trickster shoved her back down, and she let out another cry. Alan was suffering in a different way. She was gripping him so hard, her sex was tight and warm and wet, he was holding himself back from gripping her hips and thrusting up into her like a wild animal. 

“I-it hurts.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

Jiwoon replied thoughtlessly on purpose, leaving room for Wake to speak up and comfort her. And he did, right on script. He reached out a hand toward her, and she met him halfway, reaching out her own to intertwine their fingers.

“H-hey, June. I-it’s okay. It’s okay. Look at me, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’m right here.” His voice was trembling as he tried his best to soothe her. He glared at the man standing over them, and Jiwoon put his hands up in defeat, letting their story play out without any more of his direct intervention. He backed away, watching them from a safe distance, and took out his knives to fiddle with as a warning, making sure Wake got the message. He did.

“O-okay. Okay. It’s alright. I’m alright.” Joan replied, her words just as shaky as Alan’s. Jiwoon didn’t need to tell them what to do next. They already knew. Alan put his free hand on her thigh.

“Start slow, okay? We’ll go slow. Just focus on me. Focus on your breathing. No crying, okay? I know you can be a crybaby.” Alan tried his luck at a joke, and was able to pull a chuckle from Joan’s lips. 

“O-okay.” She laughed, taking a deep breath. “Okay. Slow. We’ll go slow.”

“Do you want me to help?”

“N-no no. No. I can do it.”

She delicately raised herself up the smallest amount she could manage, and lowered herself back down. Alan whined at the friction. She felt so fucking good and he needed more. She kept going, steadying her breathing, her grip on Alan’s hand getting tighter. Her walls were relaxing around him, but she was still so god damn tight. She reached a finger to her clit, rubbing it in circles and it made her moans become louder. They were music to Alan’s ears. But Alan had a wife. What about your wife, Alan? Remember her? Her name-... Her… what was her name again…? Joan began to speed up, allowing his name to roll off her tongue, and he tilted his head back, letting it hit the floor as he closed his eyes. Shit, this feeling was dangerous. He began to match her movements, thrusting in and out, the sound of skin slapping skin growing louder. They almost forgot about the other presence in the room. Trickster watched them intently, beginning to palm himself over his pants. Was this the type of stuff survivors got up to in their spare time? He almost wished he could share a tent with Yunjin. Damn, this was fucking hot. It was a million times better than the way he conjured it up in his head. Imagine your wildest fanfiction dreams being acted out in a way you could watch over and over and over again. Oh! He almost forgot! Danny, the Ghost Face, had generously lent him his camera for this very reason, though he wanted him to fail miserably just to see the sad look on his face, he was also secretly a #Aloan shipper.

Jiwoon shoved his hand into his jacket pocket and fished out the silver digital camera, turning it on. He wasn’t into photos like Danny, he strictly wanted to capture videos. He flicked around with the settings until he deemed it perfect, and pressed the shutter. The camera made a beeping noise to signal that it was now recording, and he stalked closer to the couple, capturing their intimate moment forever on film. Joan took notice and started to slow her movements, her anxiety taking over, but Alan reassured her, picking up her slack by thrusting deeper.

“Hey, hey. Keep looking at me. It’s okay June. It’s okay. You’re okay. You're here with me.”

But the Trickster was starting to become impatient. He put the camera on the ground, pointing it toward them.

“Alright, love birds. He smirked. “Time for the big finale.” 

He sauntered over to them, pulling Joan off of Wake once again. They both felt the disconnect this time, whining in sync as Joan was pushed onto her back. The ground was cold and unwelcoming. Jiwoon crouched down, spreading his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. Alan also half-sat up on his elbows, looking directly into the killer’s piercing stare, almost as if asking 'what the hell do you want now?'. He leaned in closer to the man on the floor.

“Now get on top of her and fuck her brains out.” Trickster winked.

He pushed himself up off his knees and walked away, back into the corner where he came from, picking up the camera as he went. He waited.

“If you don’t put your dick inside her, I will.” He called out from across the room. “And I know you don't want anyone else’s dick anywhere near her.”

Alan hated him. He hated how right he was. Hated how hearing those words made him feel. Joan was his woman. No one else could have her, not while he was around. Over his goddamn dead body. He turned to his side and got on his hands and knees, crawling the short distance over to her until he was right on top of her, his legs inbetween her own. His tie fell into her face, and she sheepishly reached up to loosen it. He bent his head down so she could pull it off of him.

“Thanks…” He muttered.

She pressed her lips together and nodded in response, looking down. His hard cock was hovering above her stomach, and she felt a bolt of lightning go through her body. Alan lowered his gaze too, eyes landing on her perfect tits. He tried not to think about how he wanted them in his mouth, but he failed miserably.

“I’m losin battery life here, folks. Get on with it.”

The Trickster feigned impatience but he just really wanted them to start talking to each other. He pointed the camera back at them, adjusting the zoom. The pair’s eyes looked towards him, the camera, then back at each other like deer in the headlights.

“I’m sorry we have to do this in front of him.” Alan offered his sympathy, but Joan’s reply surprised him.

“This isn't how I imagined how first time. I wish it was different than this.” She smiled, but tears started to prickle in her eyes. 

Shit. 

Alan steadied himself, thinking over his options before he got closer to her face, and kissed her forehead gently.

“I promise I will protect you. You’re safe as long as you’re with me. Alright?”

Joan swiftly nodded, trying not to let her tears spill. He continued.

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust you. I-I trust you, yes. Of course I do.”

“Can I put it inside you?”

Joan hesitated, looking down again. Alan was lining himself up. She looked back up and in a moment of bravery reached up to cup his face and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. He was shocked, but kissed her back. That was answer enough for him. They kept kissing as he rubbed himself over folds again, pressing the tip gently in and out. He pushed further in, and Joan gasped, but he caught her lips again and continued to kiss her. He kept slowly pushing in and out, going further each time he went in, until he was fully sheathed inside her. They both let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

Yep. This was WAYYY better than the Trickster had hoped for.

“I’m gonna start moving, okay? Are you ready?”

“I-I’m ready.”

Alan pulled back, but paused for a moment.

“Do you… want this?”

“What?” Joan asked in disbelief. Trickster cocked his head to the side behind the camera. Was he really asking this right now?

“I like you, Joan. If we’re really doing this, I need to know that you want thi-.”

He was cut off by Joan reaching up again to kiss him. She was the one to pull back first so she could reply.

“Alan Wake, you big stupid oblivious man. I like you. So much. I didn’t want to overstep but, wasn’t it obvious…?”

“I… I like you too. I like you so much too-.”

Wake’s words were cut off again by himself this time, pressing their lips together, this time with a hunger he hadn’t felt in a long time. Joan reached her hands up to run them through his hair. Jiwoon was screaming internally. He felt like a fan watching their idol finally receive a daesang after being with them since debut. He was SO making his own #Aloan banners and lightsticks when he got back, and he was SO rubbing it into Merchant’s face. Hell, he wanted to throw a fucking pizza party. He should start planning that ASAP.

Alan pushed himself back inside Joan, and she flinched as he spread her walls apart. She was soaking wet and her juices were rubbing all over Alan’s crotch. He began to speed up as he pushed her legs further apart, pulling her down by the thighs, closer to his body. They never broke the kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths. Joan removed her hands from his hair and brought them to his dress shirt, fumbling around with the buttons until they were all undone. She ran her hands over his toned torso, wanting to feel as much of him and she could. This made Alan pull back from the kiss and adjust himself, and Joan was confused until he gripped the sides of her hips and began pounding into her with the fire of a thousand suns. The basement was filled with the sound of their love making, loud, breathy moans, each other's names falling lovingly from their lips inbetween deep kisses, and the hot squelching noises of their juices mixing between them. Joan's back arched off the ground and she closed her eyes, one of her hands coming up to cover her mouth, embarrassed at the noises she was making. Alan saw what she was doing, and had other plans. He took both of her wrists in his hands, pulling them up over her head and holding them firmly in place.

“Don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear you.”

He sped up his pace even faster, dipping his head down to lick and suck on her neck. Her breasts bounced against his chest, feeling her nipples against him was driving him crazy.

“W-wait, that’s- ah, s-s-sensitive-, ahh.”

Hearing her say that had him sucking harder, leaving a trail of hickeys leading down to her collar bones. He started kissing a line down to her breasts, and adjusted his grip on her arms, moving them so they were beside her head. This allowed him to keep going down her body, and he licked over one of her nipples as her body curled to the side and his cock to hit a sweet spot inside her. The sound she let out went straight to his groin, and he alternated between sucking and biting on her breast and nipple. He let go of one her wrists to take her other breast in his hand. She brought one of her legs up and rested it on his shoulder, letting him thrust deeper inside her, hitting her cervix.

“A-Allie… Allie- ah, I-I’m gonna- o-oh my god I’m gonna-.”

She stuttered out his pet name as she felt the build up between her legs like a dam threatening to burst. Her stomach was coiling tighter and tighter into itself. Alan let go of her other arm, and she brought them down to grip onto his forearms.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck i’m gonna- I-I’m, oh fuck Alan.”

“Cum for me baby. Cum for me. It’s okay, I’m here. I’ve got you. You're safe. I've got you baby.”

He whispered sweet nothings in her ear as he felt her begin to tense around him, keeping his same pace to drive her straight over the edge. She was going to speak up again, but her orgasm suddenly hit her, and she sputtered his name over and over again between moans as her whole body violently twitched underneath him. She threw her head back, and it hit against the ground before he placed his hand under it, stopping it from hitting the concrete floor. He slowed his thrusting as her walls pulsed around him, trying to milk his own orgasm out of him, but he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He planted gentle kisses all over her face, landing on her lips.

“You’re doing so well baby, you’re doing so well for me.”

Her chest was heaving, her breathing heavy as she came down from her high, her eyes fluttering. Alan continued to kiss her neck softly, slowly pushing in and out.

“Can I keep going, or do you want to stop?”

Joan thought about it as if she had a choice. Her droopy eyes glanced over to the killer in the corner, his camera flashing to signal that it was still recording. Alan followed her gaze, nearly forgetting the reason they were doing this in the first place.

“W-we can stop now-.”

“No.”

He began to pull away from her, but she stopped him, putting a hand on his cheek and giving him a soft smile.

“I want you to keep going. Keep going until you're satisfied.”

“I-I… don't want to overdo it.”

“You won’t.”

“Please tell me if I do.”

“I will. Of course I will… He told you to fuck my brains out, remember?”

“Pfft.” 

That earned a snicker from Wake. At least she could still find some humour in this situation, as fucked up as it was. 

“You really want me to fuck your brains out…?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“I want you to fuck me so hard I walk with a limp back to the campfire. Do your worst, Wake.”

Joan smirked, and it caught Alan off guard. This was a new side he was seeing for the first time, and he didn’t hate it. 

“Alright. You asked for it.”

He pulled out of her, wasting no time to flip her onto her stomach. The cold floor made her nipples hard, and she shivered at the contact. He grabbed her waist, pulling her ass up into the air and spanking it with a loud smack. She yelped from beneath him, but moaned into it. It was his turn to smirk.

‘Do your worst, huh?’ he thought. But he wanted to save some stuff for when they were truly alone. He grabbed the waistband of her ripped pantyhose and her underwear, pulling them both down in one swift motion and smacked her now bare ass again, enjoying every new noise he could pull from her lips. He took a good look at her sex, and she could feel his burning gaze, becoming embarrassed. She was about to regret asking for more when he plunged two fingers into her, scissoring them around a bit before adding another. She was so fucking warm, and soaking wet. And the smell of sex was driving him insane. He wondered if she ever touched herself to the thought of him, and the image of her whimpering his name alone in her tent set off something inside of him. He pulled his fingers back and licked them clean. 

Shaking off his blazer, it dropped to the floor next to him. He was sweating like a mule. He decided to take off his shirt too, it was already half off anyway. He looked back down to Joan, and decided to undress her too. 

“Put your arms back for me baby.”

She did as she was told, and he grabbed onto the cuffs of her own blazer, pulling it off with the remnant of her turtleneck, leaving her bare back exposed. She put her hands back down to the floor, shivering again, but he grabbed her biceps pulling her back. He pressed his chest into her arched back, and she rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him. 

“I wanna feel you baby, your skin on mine.”

“I-I’d like that.”

Joan stuttered out a reply as she felt his cock get hard again, pressing into her ass. He released her arms to grab her boobs, and kneaded them, softly tugging at her nipples. His cock was dripping with precum as he rubbed himself against her, and she pressed herself back, further into him. 

“I’m gonna put it in.”

He was about to reach down one of his hands but she stopped him.

“No, let me… Okay?”

Her fingertips brushed against him, delicately stroking him, and his breath hitched.

“O-okay.”

He returned his hand to her breast, and planted a trail of kisses across her shoulders as she prepared herself. She rubbed him along her folds until she settled on her hole, and pushed back to bury the tip inside her. Alan thrusted the tip in and out a few times before jerking his hips forward and back, immediately setting a relentless pace. Joan cried out, not from pain, but from the pleasure taking over her. Wake could tell the difference and didn’t stop, letting his carnal instincts take over. He shoved himself deeper and deeper inside of her, his pace as rapid as his own heartbeat that was pounding out of his chest. Fucking hell she was melting around him. He wrapped his arms around body and burried his head in his neck, holding her firmly in place as if she would disappear, biting down on her shoulder, leaving a mark but not drawing blood. She tried to meet his pace but it was proving to be impossible. He was eating her like she was his last meal, he wanted to devour her whole. He kept trying to remind himself how dangerous this was, but he didn’t care anymore. He wanted to make sure she remembered the shape of his cock. It felt so good, and she sounded like heaven. She couldn’t stop moaning and cursing.

“God I just want to destroy you.” He let his thoughts mix with his words as he felt his climax reaching its peak. His breathing was heavy, his voice low and husky. He was almost growling. 

“I’ve held back for so, so long. I’m not gonna let you go so easily.”

“Allie, A-Allieeee, ugh. Don’t stop Allie. I-I’m gonna-”

“Keep saying my name- ugh, k-keep saying my name. You’re mine. O-only I get to- ugh.. fuck you like this. Fuck, Joan. Joannn. Ughh Joan.”

His movements were becoming erratic and sloppy, and his grip around her tightened, bending her over slightly to fuck into her from a different angle. He was so damn close. He was gonna fill her up so good. So fucking goo-.

“F-fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK, ugh, Joannn. Fuuuck, ughhh.”

He sputtered out, his voice turning into a sweet melody of whimpers as he pumped everything he had into her. Joan felt her walls get sticky, and Alan didn’t relent his pace. Her second orgasm washed over her as he continued to cum, holding her firmly in place as he felt her spasm under him. She dropped her head forward, exhausted, and he finally began to slow to a stop. Their breathing was the only thing they could hear as he gently relaxed his grip and pulled out of her. Joan collapsed on the ground, her ass sticking out in the air, giving Alan the perfect view of his cum dripping out of her. 

Damnit, he wanted to fuck her again.

“You think you can get pregnant in here?”

A chipper voice broke through the private moment, causing Wake’s head to snap in the direction of the sound. The Trickster was right beside him, leaning forward and admiring the view. Wake quickly grabbed his blazer off the floor and draped it over Joan’s rear, covering her from the killer’s sick gaze. He got between them as he stood up and pulled up his boxers, staring daggers into the idol. 

‘Hey, that’s my job.’ he thought, flashing Wake a smile. Wake just furrowed his brows deeper.

“Show’s over, pal. We did what you wanted.” He said sternly. They had held up their end of the deal, now it was time for Trickster to make good on his word. He chuckled, leaning back to stand up straight.

“Yeah yeah, I suppose you did.” ‘You did that and more,’ he thought to himself. “Well! I’ll let you two get dressed. I’ll be just upstairs.” He sang as he sauntered up the stairs, leaving the pair alone. Joan had begun to get up from the ground, turning herself over to sit down properly. She realized she was sitting on Alan’s blazer.

“Oh- Alan. I’m making your jacket all… gross. ” She whispered the last part, a bit ashamed. She began to stand up but forgot her pantyhose were around her thighs, limiting her movement. Her feet caught on themselves and she began to tumble forward, colliding with Alan’s chest as he caught her in time, her breasts pressing into him again. He sighed lovingly, looking down at her.

“So… walking with a limp, huh?”

She blushed, hitting his shoulder. 

“Not a word until we’re out of here mister.”

“Are sure you're able to walk out of here?”

“Not another word!” She huffed as he laughed, pulling herself off of him only to be pulled back, a kiss pressed against her lips. Alan’s gaze softened as he pulled away.

“I love you.”

“!”

Joan squeaked at the sudden confession. He WHAT!? Alan LOVED her? Her!? The same her that was an absolute liability in matches and wouldn’t know map sense if a pallet hit her in the face, and Alan was there to save the day every single time. Steam came out of her ears as her brain tried to process the information. Alan frowned awkwardly at her overthinking.

“You don’t have to give me an answer-.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO.”

His eyes went wide as he was cut off by Joan's sudden yelling. Embarrassment washed over her face and she dropped her gaze to the ground.

“I-I mean.. I love you too, Allie. I have.. for a while…” 

She sheepishly looked up at him, suddenly scared to hear his response, but was met with a goofy grin instead.

“What…?” She asked, wondering if something was funny.

Alan offered no verbal response and instead started laughing, lifting her up and twirling her around. 

“A-Alan! Hey!”

She joined in on laughing with him, and they spun around giggling until they settled down.

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.” 

He flashed a genuine, glowing smile, and all Joan could do was warmly smile back, careful not to start sobbing on the spot. That would have to wait for later, when they weren’t in a literal meat freezer. 

Oh. Right.

They both seemed to realize where they were again and quickly released each other, beginning to pick up their clothes and get dressed. All the while, Jiwoon was quietly listening on the staircase, looking like the meme of the guy crying while holding the lightsticks in Wake Up, Girls!

His ship had finally sailed.

/////

As they made their way up the stairs, the Trickster was awaiting them at the top, leaning cooly against a locker, admiring his nails absentmindedly. He totally hadn’t been eavesdropping, psh, not a chance, he would never do that. He looked at the survivors up and down. Joan had chosen to discard her mauled tights, and was wearing Wake's dress shirt. Wake wore his jacket with no shirt underneathe. Both of their hair was a bit of a mess. And they were holding hands.

STAGE CLEAR .ᐟ‧₊˚✩彡

“I suppose a deal’s a deal.” Trickster said nonchalantly, trying to sound as bored as possible. He sighed extra loud for dramatic effect. Alan raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. So, we’re gonna go work on the last gen-.”

As if God himself had intervened, the last gen lit up across the map, signalling its completion, and the exit alarm started blaring. They all heard the exit gates opening and stared at each other in disbelief. 

It seems the Entity had had enough and was telling them to get the fuck out.

“I’ll, uh… walk you two out. Ha ha… ha.” Trickster said, trailing off his laugh. He was sure to get a mouthful when he got back. He hoped the beating wasn’t too bad this time. He knew it would be. It was worth it. Totally worth it.

He swivelled on his heel toward the exit and led the newly announced couple to the edge of the map and through the exit doors, stopping just before the spikes came up signalling he couldn’t go any further.

“Pleasure doin business with ya, Wakey. Let’s do this again sometime, yeah?”

Alan let go of Joan's hand and straightened his back, getting right in Trickster’s face.

“Let’s not, yeah?”

Jiwoon felt his overwhelming presence and immediately backed down, dropping his shoulders as if to protect himself. He placed his hands in his pockets and felt the cool plastic casing of the digital camera. His eyes flickered back and forth between the pair. He was about to say something along the lines of ‘have a safe trip home!’ but felt he had said enough for the day. He simply nodded as Wake led Joan into the fog, placing a hand around her lower back and pulling her closer. The pair had seldom thought how they were going to start to unpack what had just happened to them. They felt it was in their best interest to just ignore it and hope for the best; they'd jump off that bridge when they got to it. But they had one another to help the other through the nightmares now. There was no space left between them anymore, no need to keep each other at arm's length. They were truly together. And they'd be even more together sharing a tent later tonight to finish what they had started without a serial killer across the room.

Jiwoon watched as they started to disappear, and noticed Joan was slightly faltering as she went. Was she walking with a limp…?

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck and looking around as if someone could be watching him. When they were completely gone, he let his crazed smile light up his face and he squealed, jumping around and waving his hands in the air. 

The other killers were not gonna BELIEVE this.

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Ara the unrivaled title-maker.

I am never a proud woman. I am not a stupid person who takes pride in the things I’m good at. I was raised to be humble. Except for this one time. I firmly believe that I am such a good title-maker. Or making captions in general. (Although it wouldn’t be visible on my IG captions. You should read until the end so I can prove to you how good I am.) I could get paid for this, you know. Not sure who and what kind of idiot would be needing, especially paying for this service but this is some good shit.

In case you didn’t notice. Shame on you. I was revamping and moving this blog and my old private blog around. I made a minor change to this blog. Guess what changes I do? It was my URL, you silly!!  This was the URL from my private blog. And now I’m using it here. Ara is bored is the title of my main blog. Now my private blog is the ‘arasawano’ blog. So, as I was changing things, I looked from my private blog, and boy oh boy. Didn’t I have a good laugh? My title for some of my posts was comedic gold. I mean it is to me because it was written by me, to me, for me. So yeah fuck you if you think I’m corny. Let me hear you crack one joke. We'll see who’s the dull one here.

Also, if you open my arasawano blog… it’s password protected. The things said there were…. Let’s just say I am not ready to share it with the world yet. So don’t even attempt to open it. It would probably crack you up more. But as of this moment, the titles are the only ones I could share with you. 

To give you an in-depth context about this. Here are some of the titles I post there. With my attempt of explaining them for you.

Oh this is the time where I got a new computer set up. And I am typing on my new keyboard. If you could hear the sound that my new keyboard makes. You will understand. Mind you, my blog post was hella long too. So imagine my satisfaction while typing that shit. A little TMI,  I wasn’t able to use that keyboard now. Before it was just inconvenient and NOW now, it just won’t connect properly to my laptop. 

I am standing with this statement. Every time good things happen to me I always have to be on alert whether these things are just preparing me for something worse that will happen.

I still am. But somehow I managed to let some light in and make my work more bearable than those times. People are right when they say, things takes time. It wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worst either.

This is the time where I got a new blender. Ahhh the times where I am pretending to be a good home owner. The fucking word play here. Eminem vs. Ara, when?

The next posts were some posts you really need context for:

I am such a skeptical girlie. See, I told you. Too many bad things happened to me that when good things occur instead of enjoying the moment, I am terrified. And as far as my good old memory can remember, this is the moment when those bad things happened. I was having a good week and BOOM! Fucking the worst week of my life. And sometimes those bad things didn’t come in big waves but were scattered throughout my week. Life just won’t give me a break.

This post(above) were two consecutive posts. And I think you’ll get what I felt and meant by it at this point.

The next posts are…. I don’t even know what the hell I’m talking about.

As I’m reading this I’m checking if my undershirt was actually peeping thru. It’s not.

I… I don’t…. I… ??

Okay I still stand by this. Because that is not the life I won’t choose. Don’t mind my grammar errors. That was supposed to be my personal blog. I do check them from time to time but I think when I type something personal for that blog I am just a little bit more careless with these. So yeah, I don’t care and please don’t mind them.

I can’t fucking think of anything clever for this post. Which is very ironic because it is about gassing me up and how good I am at making posts. Maybe my talent was not here anymore. Or maybe this was clever enough. Who knows. 

[hellfirexhoe]

Monday | Eddie Munson x Bitchy Reader

summary: penultimate part of days of the week

2.3k words

warnings: 18+ content, minors do not interact, references to smut, reference to oral sex (m receiving), eddie being a lil perv, meet the parents nightmare, angst, childhood trauma, child abuse, homophobia, bad writing

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You couldn't help but hold back a giggle as you sat on Eddie's bed watching him try on one of Wayne's button up shirts, the stiff starched collar sitting far too high against Eddie's jaw, giving him the appearance of a retreating tortoise.

"Don't laugh! I'm trying to show that I am an upstanding gentleman! A respectable man worthy of you!" This makes your giggling worse.

"Eddie, if you come to my parent's house wearing this they will think I've joined some kind of terribly unfashionable cult. I promise you a plain t-shirt will be fine."

Eddie grumbles as he unbuttons the shirt, taking care to place it back on its hanger, instead of tossing it on the floor like he does with all of his own clothes.

"Eddie, just be yourself. They only care that I'm happy and that you're not some kind of satan worshipping weirdo intent on stealing my virginity"

"I mean... I'm a bit late on that one, sweetness." Eddie jokes and in response you throw a pillow at him, that he neatly dodges. "Besides it's easy for you to say 'just be yourself' when you only had to meet Wayne, who would have been fine with me bringing home an actual axe murderer as long as they were nice to me."

"But I'm not nice to you?" You purr playfully and Eddie smiles,

"No, but I'm not telling my uncle about that. And you're so good at pretending to be nice to me when he's around." A wink as he pulls on a plain black t-shirt then turns to the mirror, eyeing his tattoos with more than a little insecurity. You slide off the bed and appear by his side in the mirror,

"No pussying out." You run your hand over the bats that adorn his arm, "You wanted it this way. Parents before friends."

"Yeah, can I change that? I'd rather tongue kiss Jason Carver than meet your parents and have them tell you you're not to see me anymore."

"I wouldn't recommend tongue kissing Jason, it's a horror show. And also, I've been laying 3 weeks of ground work for you, they know you have tattoos, they know you like metal, but most importantly, Edward, they know how much I like you, they just want to know you." Eddie's nose wrinkles at you using his full name,

"Please tell me you didn't tell them my name was Edward."

"Guess you'll have to come with me and find out." Eddie groans as you take his hand and lead him out of the trailer.

Once in the van you cosy up to Eddie, resting your head on his shoulder as he rests his hand on your thigh, you can feel the slight tremble in his hand, accompanied by his anxious lip gnawing,

"I promise you, it will be fine."

"I just... I don't make a good first impression on a lot of people, take you for example. And it's not like I can fuck your parents until they decide they do actually like me."

You snort at this, "Okay, how's this, even if they don't like you, even if I'm banned from ever seeing you again, I won't listen to them. Not like anyone ever has been able to tell me what to do anyway." Eddie brings your hand up to his lips to plant a kiss on it before licking a stripe across your hand making you snatch it back with a "Gross!!" while you wipe the saliva onto his t-shirt, Eddie laughing, finally a little more relaxed. Eddie's hand is back on your thigh before he's even stopped giggling, so you decide to have a little fun with him, taking his hand in yours and gently guiding it up your thigh, under your skirt to make contact with the naked flesh there. Eddie hisses under his breath as he registers that you, determined as ever to torment him, are not wearing any underwear.

"When did this happen?" Eddie recalls you bending over to rummage through his drawers early and getting a glimpse of a purple lacy thong that had made him paw at you pathetically while palming himself until you dropped to your knees and blew him.

"You went to grab the button up, so I took them off and left them under your pillow, a reward for later for being such a good boy and meeting my parents."

"Fuuuuck, you're so evil, telling me all this like it won't drive me nuts until I can get home and take care of myself."

"That's me." You lean up and plant a kiss on his cheek as he turns onto your street

You pause outside the door, unsure if you're supposed to knock so they can meet Eddie on the doorstep or if you guys just go in. You've never brought anyone you've dated home to meet your parents before so the logistics of it seem a little confusing. You decide you'll step in and loudly announce yourself and Eddie, however your parents heard the van pull up so are already waiting at the door with nervous smiles on their faces. When you'd told them you had been dating someone they had, understandably, assumed it was someone on the basketball team, someone that maybe Chrissy had set you up with, one of Jenson's (names are definitely not your father's strong suit) friends. What they had not expected was for you to explain that your boyfriend was into dungeons and dragons - but don't worry it's definitely not as bad as the media wants you to believe, or that he was in to metal - but you swear it's nothing satanic, just music.

Eddie meanwhile was eyeing your parents, waiting for them to kick him out or maybe start splashing Holy water on him, but instead they politely ask him to take his shoes off and usher him into the living room like he's an honored guest. Eddie perches down on the sofa gestured to him, hands resting on his knees, you flop down beside him, careful to keep your skirt low on your legs and your legs crossed, hoping you being so casual might loosen him up a bit. Your mother perches on the arm of your father's chair while they ask Eddie some questions about himself, trying not to interrogate this strange boy you brought home.

After a short while a timer dings from the kitchen and your mother pulls you into the kitchen to help her serve up. She switches the extractor above the oven on loudly and whispers to you,

"Why didn't you tell us you were bringing home the Munson boy?" She looks a little concerned, she's good at masking her discomfort when she needs to, and it seems she's been masking her way through a conversation with Eddie.

"What do you mean 'the Munson boy'?"

"Well, you know all that business with his father, and his mother. Are you sure you want to be involved with that... unpleasantness?"

"He doesn't like to talk about his parents. Please don't bring it up, just try to pretend he's got nothing to do with any of that. He's been so nervous about tonight."

Your mother gives you a soft smile, "I can see he makes you happy, and he obviously cares about you. Just, be careful." You nod and turn away to start fixing plates, indicating quite clearly you are done with the conversation.

Eddie meanwhile has been trying desperately to hold his own in a conversation with your father about football. He knows enough from watching games with Wayne to be able to stumble through a conversation but it's clear to your father that he's not really sure what on earth he's talking about. Eddie nearly weeps with joy as he's called over to the table by you, taking the seat you nod your head at for him, in between you and your mother, directly across from your father.

At the table you are able to help him out with talking to your parents, in fact you're doing most of the talking while Eddie is examining your parent's faces, slightly fascinated by how their expressions and features express themselves in your face, it's the nose crinkle your mother does as she laughs that makes him take notice, he's seen you do that a million times at his stupid jokes, then he recognizes your eyes in your father's face. Its strange to him to see how you could be such a good blend of both of your parents when he has only ever known himself to look exactly like his father.

He hated it when he was younger, because his father was not a nice man, not to his wife, and not to his kid. Eddie hated to look in the mirror and see that reflected back at him, truthfully he wished he could see something of his mother in that mirror, something, anything good. That's when he decided to grow his hair, he didn't have her strawberry blonde hair but maybe the length would be enough to be the something good about him. He got as far as his chin before his father started yelling homophobic slurs at him while taking a pair of clippers to his head, yelling louder when Eddie cried as he touched his now buzzed and razor rashed head. His hair was kept that short until he moved in with Wayne. He was 13 when he moved in with Wayne, his mother had gone missing and his father was in prison. He'd been terrified of Wayne those first few weeks, Munson genes were strong and Wayne looked so similar to his father. But that's were those similarities ended. Wayne had been patient, kind and even offered an awkward semi-compliment when Eddie's hair reached his chin, advising him to "enjoy it before you go bald, boy." and gesturing at his head. Eddie continued to grow his hair, until it reached his shoulders, and finally when he looked in mirror he could see it, that hint of his mother about him. That one feature he could attribute to his mother, that made him feel like there was good inside him. He was also delighted to see that so many of his idols rocked the same hairstyle, contrary to what his father had said about men with long hair.

"So we hear you're in a band Eddie?"

Eddie had just filled his mouth with mashed potatoes and you half expected him to spray the food across the table while he chatted excitedly about his band, but to his credit Eddie manages an apologetic smile, finishes his mouthful and then speaks. You can't help but feel a bit proud of this. Eddie tells your parents about his band, his friends, how they pull in a crowd of about 5 drunks but 10 on a good night. Your parents laugh at this and reassure him that they're sure he's just being modest.

The rest of the night passes quickly and Eddie seems a lot more at ease just before he leaves. You see him to the door and your parents, having said their goodbyes in the living room give you guys some privacy at the door.

"Was that as bad as you thought it would be?"

"Actually, no."

"Told you so." Eddie pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead, kissing a path down your nose to your lips, gently cupping your chin in his hand as he does so.

"No 'I told you so's."

"Too late."

"Always gotta have the last word huh?"

"Yep." Eddie laughs at the determined way you set your jaw as you speak, daring him to speak again. He pulls you in again for another hug, and then releases you,

"I'd better get going," he pauses then leans in to whisper "those panties under my pillow aren't going to sniff themselves."

You groan, "Such a pervert." You let him out of the house and he blows a kiss to you before dashing across the path to his van.

You watch as the van drives off and you sigh, getting ready to face your parents. They're waiting in the living room for you,

"Well then." Your father is the first to speak, "I liked the boy." You smile at this,

"He's a little rough around the edges but he's very sweet on you." Your father nods at this assessment before clearing his throat,

"Just, be careful. We're both much too young to be grandparents just yet."

"Okay, gross. Can we never discuss that ever again?" Your father nods and you move to the dining room to start clearing up, unable to wipe the smile from your face at their approval.

Eddie has a smile on his face as he drives home, the evening truly wasn't as bad as he worried it would be. He just had to hope that whatever was being said in his absence was positive. Eddie let's his mind wander to try and distract from that train of thought. A question pops into his head, he wonders if the two of you had children how your genes would win out against Munson genes, would you guys just produce Eddie clones or, and this was his preference, would you guys have children that reflected both of you, maybe your eyes and his hair, he'd definitely want them to get his music taste, though hes not sure thats how genetics works. Eddie resolves to absolutely, categorically never share this musing with you, because honestly he's just freaked himself out a little bit at the thought of fatherhood.

Your brain is on a similar track, if a little more of a fearful one. You're holding an unopened box of tampons in your hand. You had bought them when you ran out, that would be fine. If you hadn't bought them 2 months ago.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Speakeasy To Me | S.R

New Series 90 Days is coming soon, just needed to get this out my drafts.

Summary - You’ve been lost for nearly as long as you can remember jumping from year to year, time to time. You never stay for long, and you can’t control when or where you’ll land. One day after being thrown from Ancient Greece to America in the roaring 20’s you find yourself stuck. You’re unsure what has changed or how long it will last. Then you meet Spencer. Weeks turn into months he tells you he loves you and you realise for the first time you’re in love. This must be why you were lost in time: you were looking for him all along. You fall asleep in his arms, when you wake up your in 1780s France. You don’t know how but you know you have to make it back to Spencer whatever the cost.

A/N - mostly set in 1920’s, some language of the time used, see end of fic of definitions. I had 90% of this written for the longest time and finally forced myself to finish it, yay me!

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - angst, fluff, mild smut (NSFW minor DNI)

Content Warnings - gun fire, illegal drinking, some possible historical inaccuracies, mild mentions of penetrative sex, angst.

Word Count - 9.5k

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Stifling heat and a perpetual dryness in your throat had become your new norm as of late. Even in your light peplos, the long linen tunic made for you by one of the women in the village, the heat was unbearable.

You wondered how the people of Athens ever got used to this. But you also supposed they’d been born and raised in this climate, you had not. You’d grown accustomed to the rainy climbs of Northern England over the past three or four weeks? You weren’t sure exactly how long it had been.

That was the biggest and most ironic problem you found being a time traveller: you had absolutely no sense of time anymore.

You were born in the United States in the nineteen nineties. It all seemed such a long, long time ago now.

Your life had been without incident right up until the eve of your eighteenth birthday. You’d gone to bed as normal, awaking the following morning filled with excitement about your pending birthday celebrations only to find you were not in your own bed. You weren’t in your own house.

You weren’t even in the states.

After some investigation you discovered the year was 765 BC, and you found yourself in the newly founded city of Rome. All you’d had were the clothes on your back (a similar style tunic to the one you were now in Athens) and a letter under your pillow in your mothers distinctive handwriting.

Y/N,

I have been dreading this day for years and now it has finally come and I still don’t feel fully prepared. You’re going to be confused and have a lot of questions I won’t be there to answer. But I will try my best to explain.

A handful of people throughout history have been born time travellers and you, my dear are one of them. We found out when you were very young but we’re sworn to secrecy. You have no idea how many times I wished to tell you.

There’s no telling where or when you will wake up on your eighteenth birthday but I pray it’s somewhere safe. There is also no telling when or if I will ever see you again. There have been so few travellers of time that it’s an unpredictable art. Some souls are born to find themselves lost in time and sadly you were one of those few.

No one knows why or how these people wander through time and place. Hopefully one day you will be able to find more answers than I have these past eighteen years.

I’m sorry I can’t shed more light on this situation but that is the extent of my knowledge. Just know your father and I love you so, so much and I hope to god that one day, our paths will cross again.

I love you my sweetheart. Stay safe. Try to live this crazy life to the fullest. One day, may we meet again.

All my love,

Mom xoxo

It all felt like some kind of elaborate, crazy joke. You’d never in your life heard of time travellers, not outside of fiction anyway.

But years passed and as promised in your mothers letter, you jumped from year to year, place to place without rhyme or reason. You never stay in one place for long, and you can’t control when or where you’ll end up. It had been almost ten years of this and by now you'd just accepted that this was your life, no matter how strange it was.

You knew your time in ancient Greece was coming to an end and you were so glad for that. Women in Greece were treated no better than slaves and you were a prisoner in your home, counting down the days until you awoke in another plane of existence.

As if right on cue, the following morning you awoke in a new place and time. Thank god, was your first thought as you rolled out of bed. Anywhere had to be better than where you’d come from.

For a time there had been excitement in waking up somewhere new. After the initial confusion let up and you resided yourself to this being your life you had actually quite enjoyed the unpredictable nature of it all.

You’d seen some of the most beautiful places all around the world over various stages of history. You had some amazing stories to tell, if only you had anyone to tell them to.

The loneliness of this lifestyle had taken its toll. You made friends wherever you went, you had to survive somehow. But of course they could never last, you always had to keep people at arms length.

You never forged romantic relationships, what was the point? There was no need to break your own heart and the heart of some unwitting person when you suddenly vanished in the middle of the night.

It was an incredibly lonely existence. What you wouldn’t give to meet someone and settle down, start a family and be truly happy, probably for the first time in your life.

But it was too much to hope for, and so you didn’t. You’d given up on the idea of a happy ever after long ago.

Until you found yourself transported to the year nineteen twenty one, in Washington DC and you met him.

***

Finding yourself back in the states was a blessing for you. It had been some six years since you’d found your way back here. Maybe you could find your way to cross paths with your grandmother in her hay day?

There were possibilities here. It was the closest you’d felt to being home in almost ten years.

You were a teacher in this incarnation, your best gal pals were fellow teachers Elizabeth and Ruth. You shed a brief thought to what happened to these people after your sudden departure but knew it was dangerous territory to think too much on such things.

Prohibition was in full swing. The eighteenth amendment banned the manufacture, transportation and sale of intoxicating liquors, leaving a bitter taste in the mouths of many.

It should have been a time for celebration, prosperity was on the rise and just last year women had finally been granted the right to vote.

But with prohibition came the rise in organised crime which left common folk feeling uneasy.

That afternoon the three of you hurried out of the school, chatting and giggling between you, no better than the kids you taught.

As you reached the curb in front of the school and went to go your separate ways, Ruth ushered you both close, a secret on her lips you could tell.

“I overheard a bull session in the lounge earlier.” She spoke in hushed tones, a coy smile on her lips.

“You ought to be careful with all that eavesdropping you do Ruthie. Your ears will burn off.” Elizabeth chided her playfully.

“What did you hear?” You probed, not wanting to miss out on gossip.

“Loose goose.” She whispered even more quietly this time.

You and Elizabeth shared a confused look before turning your attention back on Ruth.

“Loose goose?” You frowned, speaking a little louder than you’d meant to which garnered a light slap on the arm from Ruth.

“Shush Y/N!” She scolded you, rather more aggressively than you thought necessary.

She motioned the two of you even closer despite the fact you were uncomfortably close to begin with.

“They were talking about one of those blind pigs.” her voice was so low now you were having to read her lips to know what she was saying but you suddenly realised why.

A blind pig was another name for one of the illegal speakeasies that had popped up in basements, attics and other secretive places across the country in the wake of the prohibition. Mostly run by members of organised crime syndicates, they were hubs for bootleg liquor, places men and women alike were welcomed into the shadows to drink away their sorrows or party until the sun came up.

You knew of them, although you’d only spent a few days in this era, you’d heard the talk. You knew they were hard to find, even harder to get into. The speakeasies were named as such for how low you had to speak a password to be granted access.

Loose goose.

“The password.” you breathed. “Loose goose.”

“Shush!” Ruth and Elizabeth spoke in unison, silencing you instantly.

“Don’t blow this for us, Y/N.” Elizabeth nudged you.

“Yeah, don’t be a bluenose.” Ruth added with a roll of her eyes.

“I am not being a bluenose.” Did she just call you a prude? “Aren’t those places filled with dope peddlers and the like?”

“Jeez Y/N, lighten up.” Elizabeth scoffed. “It isn’t illegal to consume giggle juice.”

“But it is illegal to purchase it. Which we would have to do in order to drink it.” You put your hands on your hips, unsure why exactly you were protesting this.

The worst that could happen would be you’d get thrown in the slammer. But chances were you wouldn’t be in there long before you woke up elsewhere anyway, so what did it really matter?

“We’ll I’m going.” Ruth folded her arms in defiance.

“Me too.” Elizabeth mirrored her.

This time next week I could be in ancient Egypt or caught in the middle of World War II, it’s not the end of the world, Y/N, you tried to reassure yourself.

Don’t make a buzz, don’t ruffle feathers. Your one rule you had was to get in and out of each time and place without causing a commotion.

You huffed a little, trying to seem as though you weren’t happy about the situation as it would look hinky if you changed your tune so quickly without argument.

“Fine.” You grumbled. “But if I end up in the clink because of you gals…” you trailed off.

“You won’t regret it!” Elizabeth cheered.

Ruth beamed at you both as she kissed your cheek and then Elizabeth’s.

“Get your glad rags on girlies. We’re hitting the town.”

***

Spencer Reid exhaled a heavy breath as he removed his fedora and placed it on the oak top bar.

He stretched out his long limbs as his coworker sidled up beside, giving him a playful prod in the ribs as he did so.

“Hey!” Spencer’s voice pitched about ten octaves out of pure shock. “Can’t a guy stretch in peace?”

Luke Alvez gave him his trademark smile and simple shrug in response.

The two had become fast friends when Spencer had started working at the factory a few weeks ago, despite their differences. Luke was a self proclaimed drugstore cowboy, always on the prowl for dames, although Spencer thought he was secretly sweet on Penelope, the slightly screwy gal who delivered lunches to the factory workers.

Spencer was the furthest thing from a ladies man imaginable. He was an introvert, smart well beyond his menial job and his giant brain forced him to overthink everything.

Especially the fairer sex.

Spencer snapped out of his self deprecating thoughts when Luke shook him by the shoulder.

“Reid?” He laughed. “Where’d you go fella?”

“Nowhere, sorry. What were you saying?”

Luke gave him an amused look, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You’re too smart for this world.”

Don’t I know it, Spencer thought. His brain would be much more suited for a job involving test tubes or analysis of some kind. He wasn’t equipped for factory work which often involved an element of manual handling which his slim frame was just not cut out for.

But such is life, Spencer thought. It wouldn’t be forever.

“What are you drinking?” Spencer asked his friend, trying to change the subject.

“Make mine a gin rickey.” Alvez patted him on the shoulder, his eyes wandering across the room as he spoke.

Spencer followed his gaze towards the door of the speakeasy. The lighting in the joint was low and the music soft. A woman sang in dulcet tones accompanied by a quartet. It was nestled behind a soda shop, through the back office, access to which was only granted with a password to stop the coppers finding them.

Rossi’s place was a favourite of Luke’s and he always insisted on coming here, although it left a lot to be desired, Spencer thought.

Despite the low lighting, Spencer knew exactly what had caught his friend’s attention.

The buxom blonde lit up Alvez’s eyes as she stepped in and Spencer had to wonder why he never made a move on Penelope when he was clearly carrying a giant torch for her.

She wore a black flapper dress that hugged and cinched every single one of her voluptuous curves and Spencer watched the way his friends' eyes trailed up and down her figure.

Alvez was practically drooling as she sauntered inside on her kitten heels, eyeing every man in the bar in turn.

When her eyes finally landed on Alvez’s, her bright red lips turned up into a smile she seemed to reserve only for him. She brought the cigarette holder that was dangling between her gloved fingers to her lips and sucked on it, never taking her eyes off of him.

“Goddamn.” Luke hissed a little as he spoke, his shoulders deflating.

Spencer didn’t speak as he wasn’t even sure Luke had meant to say that outloud.

Just as Spencer was about to turn away and order them a couple of gin rickey’s, the door opened behind Penelope and three young dames walked in.

Spencer barely registered the two on the outside, his eyes landing straight on the sheba in the middle.

She wore a floor length flapper dress, teal in colour and covered in sequins which sparkled when the light hit them. She had elbow length gloves matching her dress in colour. A feather was tucked into her hair and she toyed with a long pearl necklace hanging around her neck.

Her eyes were about the most beautiful pair Spencer had ever laid eyes on and the shy smile playing on her lips were sending shivers down his spine.

In all his life, Spencer Reid had never been floored by a broad in such a way. Of course he noticed a beautiful woman if one were to cross his path, but it wasn’t often Spencer acted on his attraction. And this was the closet he’d come to acting on it in a long time.

Admittedly, Spencer was probably touch starved. Despite his aversion to physical contact due to his germaphobic nature, Spencer longed for the touch of a woman just as much as the next guy.

But it wasn’t as easy for him as it was for most. Spencer longed for a connection with someone, he wasn’t a casual hook up type of man. But the catch twenty two with that was that Spencer couldn’t commit himself to someone, no matter how much he might want to.

It was something that was beyond his control. She was most certainly the cat's meow; the bee's knees. He had to know her but he also knew that wasn’t an option.

He unbuttoned his suit jacket, still not tearing his eyes away from her for a second, and smoothed down his matching sweater vest before fiddling with his tie.

He hadn’t even noticed that Alvez’s attention had been cast away from Penelope and he was now looking at the bewildered expression on Spencer’s face.

“Someone’s smitten.” Alvez’s voice cut through Spencer’s thoughts and the young genius’ head snapped around to look at his companion.

“Applesauce.” Spencer scoffed, turning his back on the young dame entirely and placing his hands heavily on the bar.

He caught Rossi’s attention with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Two sidecars.” He told the aging bartender, who was more than likely a gangster of some description.

“One sidecar. One gin rickey.” Alvez corrected him.

Spencer felt sweat gathering around his shirt collar so he pulled at his tie a little to loosen it. He tried to ignore Luke’s eyes, still staring at him.

“Everything ok with the kid?” Rossi called to Luke as he made up their drinks.

“He’s got his eyes on-“

“Everything’s Jake.” Spencer cut Luke off before he could finish his trail of thought.

Rossi brought the drinks back over to them with an amused smile on his lips.

“Oh he’s keen on someone, alright.” Rossi placed their drinks in front of them and Luke threw down some bills.

“I’m sure I don’t know what either of you are talking about.” Spencer picked up his drink and took a large sip that contradicted his words.

Alvez and Rossi exchanged amused glances.

“In that case I’m sure it won’t ruffle your tail feathers to know she’s right beside you.” Alvez smirked.

The noise that left Spencer’s lips could be best described as a squawk and he physically jumped as he turned to look over his shoulder.

He heard Alvez and Rossi burst into fits of laughter behind him but they hadn’t been wrong.

There she was in all her glory, barely a few feet away from him being handed a mint julep by another bartender Spencer knew as JJ.

“Smooth, Reid.” Alvez slapped him on the back, causing him to jump again.

And that’s when she turned and her eyes met his. And Spencer Reid fell head over heels.

***

The speakeasy was abuzz with excitement. The atmosphere was electric, you could feel it pulsing through you as you entered through the office in the soda shop after Ruth had whispered the password to a man with fewer teeth than hair.

The second you stepped inside, you felt a part of something bigger than yourself. Something almost magical was in the air but you wouldn’t know what just yet.

Not until you were standing at the bar being handed your mint julep by a pretty, petite blonde and all of a sudden a movement to your left caught your attention.

As soon as your eyes found his hazel ones, the world outside of the two of you ceased to exist. The sound of a woman on stage singing soft jazz music that had been tickling your eardrums faded away, replaced by the sound of your own heart beating.

Ruth and Elizabeth dissipated from your peripheral vision, as did the bartender and the other people in the vicinity.

Suddenly it was only him, just large expressive eyes and a mop of unruly hair. He was tall, much taller than you that much you could tell from a few feet away. He was slim and wore an extremely well tailored three piece brown check Herringbone suit.

You were snapped back to reality by the sound of Elizabeth and Ruth giggling like school girls and Elizabeth’s elbow to your arm jolted you back into the room.

You tore your eyes off the stranger and looked at your friends who were still giggling wildly.

Ruth’s gaze shifted past you and onto another man you hadn’t even noticed until now.

“Do we need to make the introductions?” The other man spoke to Ruth with a smile.

“It would appear that way.” She laughed, patting you on the arm. “Go on, I’m sure he doesn’t bite.”

You felt your cheeks burn and you were sure your whole face was tinted a dark shade of red.

Your eyes found him again and his lip turned up at one side in a shy, lopsided smile.

“Would you uhm…would you care to dance?” His voice was like honey as it floated on the air and found its way to your ears.

He was holding his hand out for you to take. He looked a little bashful himself but you thought it was just about the most precious thing you’d ever seen.

You took a sip of your drink for some liquid courage before placing the glass on the bar and taking a few tentative steps toward the handsome stranger.

When your hand slid into his much larger one, you felt a spark between your palms and your eyes met his again, searching to see if he felt it too.

You saw his breath catch in his throat and you knew he had.

His hand engulfed yours in a magnificently comforting way as he led you to the middle of the small longue where a few people were already dancing.

You looked at each slightly awkwardly, neither of you sure how close it was appropriate to get to one another. Of course you were dancing so you had to be in reasonable proximity to each other but you were still strangers.

He tugged you gently closer by your hand and rested his other hand on your hip. You placed your free hand stiffly on his shoulder, keeping your body far enough away so as not to touch him anymore.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, honestly you couldn’t think of much else better than to be cocooned in this stranger's arms. But that was why you had to exercise caution. Never get too close, physically or emotionally.

But the way he was looking down on you as he swayed you both to the live music made you feel as though you could fall there and then.

And you wouldn’t have a single regret.

You kept eye contact as you moved together, every now and again exchanging shy smiles.

After a few songs, he bowed his head a little closer to your ear and you felt your heart beat reflect his closeness.

“I’m Spencer by the way. Spencer Reid.”

His breath caressed the side of your face and your eyes fluttered closed briefly, revelling in that feeling.

“Y/N,” you said, your voice slightly breathy. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

He gave you a smile of appreciation and naturally the two of you moved closer to one another, but not so close as to be flush against each other.

He moved you around with ease and you happily let him take the lead. You were lost in a pool of hazel that were his eyes.

“What do you do?” He asked with a smile that told you he was genuinely interested.

“I’m a teacher. Elementary school.”

His eyes lit up at that and whether he meant to or not, he moved in closer to you, your bodies now inches apart.

“That’s so admirable.” His hand that was on your hip snaked around and came to a stop on your lower back.

You felt yourself blushing. It wasn’t as though you’d had a choice in your career, just like you never did when you ended up somewhere new. But you obviously couldn’t tell him that.

“Thank you.” You felt like an imposter so you decided to change the subject. “What do you do?”

“I just work in the local factory. Nothing interesting.” He averted his gaze as though he were embarrassed but you weren’t sure why, it was a common occupation in these times.

When his eyes met yours again you saw the embarrassment in them, but you also saw something else, something you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m sure it has its moments.” You replied with what you hoped was a reassuring smile.

You weren’t sure which one of you had moved closer to the other, maybe it was both of you, but now you were flush against each other’s chests.

Spencer’s hold on you had tightened and you were so close you could feel his warm breath on your face.

“I hope I’m not speaking out of turn,” he started, chewing on his bottom lip. “But I have to say, you are beautiful. So much more than beautiful, I’m not sure there is even a word for it.”

Your cheeks burned and your heart soared simultaneously. You felt like you’d been waiting a thousand lifetimes to feel like this and have someone feel the same about you.

It was all you’d ever wanted. To find someone to look at you the way Spencer was looking at you now. It was just about the best feeling in the whole world.

But with it came trepidation. You could wake up tomorrow a hundred years from here and you would just be a distant memory to Spencer. Just a woman he’d shared a dance with and nothing more.

It shouldn’t be anything more. It really couldn’t be anything more. But your heart was already invested from the moment you’d laid eyes on him. And in a battle of your head and your heart, your heart was most likely going to win.

You knew a moment or two before he went to kiss you that he was going to kiss you. And you knew it was a bad idea. You knew as soon as Spencer’s lips touched yours you would be hooked. And you were not in a position to fall for someone.

But regardless you watched as his eyes fluttered closed and his face inched closer to yours. You found your own eyes closing out of instinct, the worry and fear seeping out of you the closer his lips got to your own.

The warmth that spread through you as the gap between you got smaller was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

You were like two magnets being pulled together and you weren’t strong enough to stop it from happening.

But divine intervention was something else.

Maybe it was fate that intervened or maybe it was simple coincidence, you’d never know. But mere seconds before Spencer’s lips touched your own there was a loud crash followed by an even louder, aggressive voice.

“Everybody hands where I can see them!”

You jolted away from Spencer as though you had just put your hand too close to a fire.

Both of your attentions were turned towards the door that was now hanging precariously on its hinges and the two cops who had bust it down.

Their firearms were drawn, honed in on the man behind the illegal bar.

You swallowed around a giant lump in your throat. Was this it? Was this how you died? Before you’d even gotten the chance to feel Spencer’s kiss?

In the blink of an eye, the bar's owner, Rossi, drew his own gun and after that everything moved at lightning speed.

The sound of a gun firing damn near deafened you but you didn’t have a chance to work out if it was Rossi’s or one of the cops who pulled the trigger.

You were frozen in place but fortunately, Spencer wasn’t. His hand clasped around your wrist and you found yourself being dragged away from the line of fire just as another bullet whizzed right passed your face.

An involuntary scream left your lips as Spencer continued to drag you by your wrist.

You heard more gunfire in quick succession accompanied by womens screams that you were pretty certain weren’t yours this time and the smashing of glasses.

And then you felt cool air on your face. You blinked a few times, trying to comprehend it.

Spencer had somehow pulled you into a back alley and the air you felt was the soft breeze caressing your face. Then you felt Spencer’s large hands on your cheeks as he gently wiped the pads of his thumbs under your eyes. It was only then you realised you were crying.

“You…you saved my life.” You stuttered, staring deep into his eyes.

He shrugged as though it was nothing, like he did this kind of thing all the time.

“Are you ok?”

Suddenly, you were ok. You were more than ok in fact. Looking into his beautiful hazel eyes, you were more ok than you’d ever been.

You’d been scared to get close to someone your whole life because you knew it would inevitably end with your disappearance. But you’d come this close to being shot in the face today. And suddenly nothing else but Spencer mattered.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back against the wall in the narrow alleyway. And you didn’t hesitate in almost forcibly crashing your lips against his.

Spencer seemed startled by your forwardness, women of this day weren’t so ballsy. But he soon relaxed into you, parting his lips to deepen the kiss.

His hands found your face which he cupped with a delicacy you’d never experienced before. You pressed your body into him, needing to be as close as humanly possible to this man.

The kiss was more intense than anything you’d ever felt before. The two of you were so in sync it didn’t feel like a first kiss. It felt like it was a thousand lifetimes in the making.

Suddenly the sound of gunfire pierced the bubble you and Spencer had created and you leapt back from him panting, partly from the kiss and partly through fear.

“We need to get out of here.” He was panting too, chewing the bottom lip you'd just been kissing.

He took you by your hand and hurriedly ushered you down the alleyway and onto the street. But he didn’t stop there. He kept leading you god only knows where and you found you trusted him. You’d let him lead you anywhere.

After a few blocks, he came to a stop, using his free hand that wasn’t holding yours to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

“Will you come back to my place? I need to know you’re safe.”

You smiled at him, feeling your heart soar.

“I can’t think of any place I’d rather be.”

***

Spencer’s apartment was about what you’d pictured it would be from the little you knew about him.

His perfectly pressed slacks and shirt and polished brown oxfords led you to assume his apartment would be no different and you’d been right. It was so neat it looked as if no one actually lived here, like it was all for show.

It was dimly lit and all the walls and furniture were dark shades of browns and greens.

Each jacket had its own peg on the coat rack by the door, every plant, every ornament had its own place.

Even the books on the coffee table were lined up perfectly, the largest on the bottom, the smallest on top.

He stood a little awkwardly, watching you as you took in your surroundings.

“So, uhm…” he chewed his lip. “This is it.”

You stopped your visual inspection and let your eyes land on him. You could tell instantly he wasn’t used to having company and it made him feel uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to leave?” You asked softly, hoping to god the answer wasn’t yes.

Because you didn’t want to leave. You felt safe here. You didn’t know what it was about this man but his presence made you feel calm for the first time in your crazy life. And you weren’t ready for that to end.

“What? No!” He shook his head frantically, clearly not wanting you to leave anymore than you wanted to leave. “Not in the slightest. It’s just…I rarely have company. Least of all such beautiful company.”

You felt yourself blushing as Spencer came closer to you. With each foot closer he got, the more your heart raced with anticipation.

“We just met.” He frowned, seemingly talking to himself and not you.

You took hold of his hands when he was close enough, knowing what he meant and what he was thinking.

“True.” You whispered. “But I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

You were giving him the green light, permission to do what you both so sorely needed him to do. He let go of one of your hands so he could cup your face. It felt so small and delicate in his large hand.

“Me too. But I’m not this kind of guy.” His voice was low and breathy and it was sending shivers down your spine. His body was flush against yours and you could feel a twitch in his groin.

“I’m not this kind of girl.”

A large smile broke out in his lips and it was just about the most magical thing you’d ever seen. His face edged closer to yours as his fingers caressed your cheek.

“What are we going to do then?”

Before you had a chance to respond he had captured your lips with his own. His other hand moved to your face and he held you close as your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

You felt him hardening against you and you moaned into his mouth, encouraging him to kiss you deeper still.

You managed to remove your gloves and dropped them to the floor. Your hands started to roam and found their way inside the shoulders of his suit jacket, pushing it backwards and down his arms.

He laughed into your lips before pulling back to unbutton the jacket, allowing you to push it off him entirely.

With deft fingers he removed the feather headdress from your hair, placing it behind you on a table by the door.

You were already working the buttons on his vest, thinking to yourself that men wore way too many layers in this era.

Once his vest was on the floor with his jacket he kissed you again while working on his tie and pulled back once more so he could get it over his head.

His suspenders were unfastened with haste and then he took your hands and placed them by the top button of his crisp white button down.

The look in his eyes was almost playful, daring you to undress him further. You never were one to shy away from a dare.

As you started working on the buttons, he kissed you harder than before, almost knocking you off your feet and certainly knocking the air from your lungs.

It didn’t take long before you’d gotten the buttons undone and then you were tugging the bottom of the shirt free from where it was tucked into his slacks.

He shrugged the shirt off, holding the back of your neck now as the kiss got deeper still.

You let your fingers flit across the warm skin of his shoulders and down his biceps. When you moved your hands to his bare chest you felt him shudder and little goosebumps prick his skin.

His hand moved from your neck, down your shoulder blades and came to a stop on the zipper of your dress.

He pulled away from your lips to look you in the eyes, silently questioning if it was ok to continue.

You smiled at him, giving him a nod of permission. Spencer exhaled his gratitude, as if worried you had changed your mind and now relieved you hadn’t.

He was cautious in his movements as he slowly tugged down the zipper. Once it was open, you freed your arms from the sleeves and let the material cascade down your body and onto the floor.

Spencer’s breath hitched as he looked you up and down with a combination of adoration and hunger. You were so thankful that this era had prioritised comfort in their lingerie choices and forgone the previous decades of corsets and girdles.

Your silk and lace teddy would be much easier to get out of in a hurry. It may not have been as sexy but the way Spencer was looking at you told you he thought it was.

“I am…in complete awe of you.” He whispered in hushed tones as though he wasn’t quite sure he wanted you to hear.

He moved closer to you and pressed his body against yours and you could feel how hard he was now.

You let him push you back against the front door with his hips as he kissed you feverently. One of his hands snaked into your hair while the other pressed against the door next to your head.

You were caged in by him but there was nowhere else you'd rather be. He was grinding against you and you needed to get this remaining fabric out of the way.

You found the button of her slacks and undid it with ease before sliding down his zipper.

His tongue explored your mouth with vigour as he let you slide the slacks over his hips and let him fall to the floor.

He stepped out of them without breaking the kiss. His hands moved under your teddy to the backs of your thighs. He tugged, you jumped and landed in his strong arms.

He didn’t stop kissing you for a moment as he carried you expertly through to the bedroom, somehow manoeuvring through the obstacles of furniture.

Before long you felt yourself being lowered and your lips parted as you felt his sheets beneath you. He knelt over you on the bed, gripping the hem of your lingerie like his life depended on it.

It was only now that you looked up at him that you noticed your lipstick smeared across his mouth and you wondered briefly if he realised.

The thought left your mind as quickly as it entered as he tugged a little on the teddy.

You gave him a smile and a nod and in an instant he was pulling the fabric up your body and over your head.

Spencer moaned viscerally once you were naked beneath him. This was not at all how he’d expected his night to go but it was the best kind of unexpected.

You reached for him, pawing at the last remaining article of clothing separating the two of you. He caught your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Please,” you found yourself whining, more than desperate to have him as naked as you were.

Your desperation made his dick throb and he moaned again. How could he deny such a request?

He hooked his fingers in the sides of his underwear and swiftly dragged them down his legs, freeing his aching member.

You let out an involuntary hiss as he discarded the underwear. Once you were both in an equal state of undress, Spencer laid down on top of you and kissed you once more.

The feeling of your skin touching unhindered was phenomenal. His hands explored your body as he kissed you, clearly wanting to commit every one of your curves to memory.

You ran your nails over his shoulder blades as his lips moved to your neck. Your hips were bucking to meet him in pure desperation to feel every part of him.

He cupped your breasts in his hands, tweaking your nipples between his long, slender fingers. It caused you to moan and rock beneath him.

He sat back to look at you with that playful smile again.

Your moans were the sweetest melody he’d ever heard and to be the one to cause such noises was turning him on more than he’d ever been.

You reached between your bodies and gripped the base of his shaft, causing him to moan into your neck.

You started stroking him slowly and seconds later one of his hands had descended your body and found solace between your legs.

You were drenched and he was already leaking onto your hand so foreplay didn’t last long.

When Spencer did enter you, it was as though all the stars aligned as you duetted your songs of pleasure.

He kept his eyes fixed on yours, placing gentle kisses on your lips ever so often. He was cautious with you, as though he thought you were made of glass.

He moved in and out of you in perfect rhythm and each time he buried himself all the way inside of you, you rewarded him with a delicious moan.

If Spencer could bottle one sound, it would be the sound of your moans.

Spencer looked at you like you hung the moon. In all his years on this Earth he’d never experienced true happiness, not like this.

You were everything he’d wished for his whole life. The way you felt, the way you tasted was electrifying.

Nothing made sense in Spencer’s life, except being here with you. This moment made more sense to him than anything ever had before. Like he’d found the meaning of life, the secret to the universe.

It all came down to you and this moment.

Neither of you were able to last long. You seemed to work each other’s bodies as though you’d known each other your whole life. You pushed each other’s buttons like this what you were put on Earth to do.

Spencer held you in his arms afterwards. Your bodies were slicked with sweat and you both fought to refill your lungs with air.

He kissed your forehead and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You are the most sublime creature I have ever laid eyes on.” He whispered softly. “I’m not sure what this was for you…”

Your lips tugged at the corners. He was utterly adorable and you knew falling for him would be a pleasure and privilege. If only you could.

“What do you mean, Spencer?” You let your fingertips ghost over his bicep and you saw him shudder.

“I told you I’m not this kind of man. And even if I were, I certainly can’t be that kind of man with you.”

“What are you trying to say, Spencer?” You giggled a little.

“I am utterly infatuated with you already, my love. I never want to let you go.” He stroked your cheek and you felt your heart simultaneously melting and breaking.

Because you also never wanted Spencer to let you go. But that wasn’t something you had control over.

You forced a smile, not wanting to come across as hinky.

“Then don’t, Spencer.” You kissed him so he wouldn’t see the tears that had settled behind your eyes.

You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. Or the next day. But for as long as you were here, in this time and place, you would belong to Spencer.

And even after you inevitably found yourself traversed through history, you would continue to belong to him.

Maybe this was what you’d been searching your whole life for? Maybe this is why you’d wandered for so long, in search of this man.

And if you woke up in another time and place tomorrow, at least you’d had tonight.

***

You and Spencer became instantly inseparable after the night at Rossi’s.

He had a renewed spring in his step which hadn’t gone unnoticed by Luke, something he loved to tease him about.

But Spencer didn’t care, Luke could razz him all he wanted. Spencer was smitten with his new squeeze and thankfully for him, the feeling seemed mutual.

You spent almost every night together, frequenting dance halls, skating rinks and movie theatres. After Rossi’s place was raided, at least five more speakeasies opened in its place and sometimes you’d join your friends and Spencer’s for drinks.

Every night you spent together ended between Spencer’s sheets. You knew your time here was limited and you wanted to make every second with him count.

But weeks turned into months and every morning you awoke in Spencer’s arms gave you hope.

Maybe this really was what you’d been searching for? Maybe you were thrown around from place to place and time to time in search of your soulmate.

And now you’d found him, perhaps this really was home?

You arrived back at Spencer’s place after dinner and you watched him as he undressed, fascinated by his every move.

Truth be told you were fascinated by everything he did. You found him so utterly riveting, whether he was spouting facts or simply taking off his tie.

He got undressed to his underwear, the whole time you were perched on the bed enraptured by him.

He moved closer to you, his moves slow and deliberate. He dropped to his knees and cushioned himself between your thighs, running his hands over your hips.

“These past few months have been the bees knees.” He smiled at you, taking hold of one of your hands and kissing the back of it.

You giggled, using your free hand to wrap around him and toy with the hair at the back of his neck.

“You’re the bee's knees, mister.”

“I am completely stuck on you, Y/N. That is to say, I am off the deep end in love with you.” He looked deep into your eyes awaiting your reaction.

Once again, you found your heart melted and shattered all at once. Hearing those words from his lips should have been the pinnacle of perfection.

But his words left you fearful. Because what if this wasn’t the end of your journey? What if you were swept away from it all one day, never to see Spencer again?

This was the longest you’d ever stayed put in one time and you had to have faith that this was where you were destined to stay. Because despite yourself, you loved Spencer too.

“Spencer Reid, I am unfathomably in love with you. And if anything should happen to me, I need you to know that I will always be in love with you.”

“What do you mean, my love?” He entwined his fingers with yours, a soft frown forming on his features.

“Nothing.” You shook your head. “Don’t mind me, I’m getting mushy. Let’s go to bed.”

Spencer kissed you and you fell back to the bed together. He made love to you and you felt all your fears and apprehension melt away.

You fell asleep in Spencer’s arms to the melody of Spencer’s heart beating beneath your ear.

You’d spent your whole life in the pursuit of happiness, only to find it in the arms of Spencer Reid.

***

You stifled a yawn as your eyes fluttered open the following morning. You stretched your arms above your head and rolled onto your side as you opened your eyes fully.

The fluffy hair usually found on your neighbouring pillow wasn’t there, nor were the intense brown eyes you’d grown so accustomed to.

Your heart was thudding against your rib cage as you sat up in the bed to inspect the room.

It was only seconds before tears were brimming in your eyes and a pit formed in your stomach.

Gone were Spencer’s dark wood nightstands. Gone were his floorboards and robe that hung on the back of the door.

And gone was Spencer himself.

The room was stark whites and pastels, a complete one eighty from the room you’d fallen asleep in.

You were situated in a plush four poster bed with thick downy sheets. There was an elaborate dressing table in the corner and floor to ceiling windows.

Your tears had started to fall before you even made it out of bed. A feeling of complete and utter anguish consumed you.

Spencer was gone. No, that wasn’t right, you were gone. Somewhere, sometime, Spencer would be waking up to an empty bed where last night he’d fallen asleep with the woman he loved.

He would find no note, he would find no clue as to where you’d gone. And he wouldn’t know it yet, but he would never see you again.

The pain encompassed you. You’d let yourself feel something for someone for the first time in your sorry existence. You’d let yourself be devoured by Spencer, only to have a finite amount of time with him.

You knew any amount of time would have been too short. But this seemed too cruel for words. You’d found the one person in this life that made your heartbeat faster. You’d found the holy grail, the kind of happiness people searched their whole life for.

And now it’s gone. And there was no way to get it back.

You would soon come to discover it was seventeen eighty nine and you were in the midst of the French Revolution. You’d only stay a few days before moving on.

The pain would never leave you. You’d carry it with you wherever you went, through time and place for the rest of your days.

You’d never let yourself love again. You’d left your heart in nineteen twenties America and there it would stay.

***

1830, England.

800 BC, Egypt.

1545, Poland.

1989, Russia.

1260, China.

1545, Poland.

1513, Italy.

1905, Japan.

The list went on and on. After a while you stopped keeping track. After long enough, it was all the same. Time or place didn't matter.

You spent years shifting about on autopilot. You went about your days whenever you might find yourself without making a buzz.

After you found yourself in seventeen hundreds France, nothing mattered to you anymore. Nothing mattered post Spencer Reid.

You didn’t care where or when you woke up. You got in, didn’t make a fuss and disappeared without a trace.

You carried the memory of Spencer with you everywhere you went. Every incarnation of yourself held recollections of the messy haired man who had opened your eyes and your heart.

You were numb to it all. People, places and faces; they were all just a blur. You weren’t really living, how could you?

What godforsaken luck that you had to be born into this life.

When you woke in a new bed you embraced it and went about your day. You dressed in the clothes found in your closet and made your way to your job.

You slotted into your assigned life like the good little time traveller you were.

Don’t make a buzz, don’t ruffle feathers.

Maybe one day you’d find it in you to care again.

Today was not that day.

***

Spencer sat quietly listening to the team chat around him, chiming in when needed. But for the most part he wasn’t even listening.

He went through the motions, he agreed politely when the team invited him out for drinks after a tough case. He stayed the perfunctory amount of time before it was courteous enough for him to leave without seeming rude.

It was his turn to buy a round of drinks and after that he would take his leave. Not that he had anywhere exciting to be, but Spencer found hauling himself up in his apartment alone was what was best. Being alone was easier than the alternative.

He caught the bartender's attention and ordered the drinks. He tapped his fingers on the bar while he waited for them to be made.

He’d carried his heavy heart with him for what felt like forever but was in reality only seven years. But he still remembered that day like it was yesterday, waking up to find his bed empty and the love of his life vanished without a trace.

Not two days later he’d left Washington anyway, so maybe it was for the best. That didn’t mean it didn’t still cut him open from the inside some days. It didn’t mean that the pain didn’t still paralyze him sometimes.

There was a newspaper on the bar counter and he picked it up to scan while he waited on their drinks.

He’d never in all his years found himself back in the same city, although last time he’d woken up in Washington it had been a much different time.

A bar like this would have been closed due to the prohibition. Jazz music would be humming around him. Women were much less scantily clad then than they were in these times.

His finger traced the date on the top of the paper.

January 12th 2022.

At least this time around he was able to put his brain to better use as a member of the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit.

He put the newspaper back on the bar just as his drinks were being brought over. He paid the man behind the counter and thanked him.

As he was placing the drinks on a tray to take back over to his table, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention.

A shiver passed up his spine and he felt as though something passed through him.

And then he heard the voice.

“I don’t suppose you could make me a mint julep? I’m feeling particularly nostalgic tonight.”

Spencer screwed his eyes tightly shut. Soft jazz music floated to his ears, his nostrils filled with the scent of cigars.

Feathers pinned in hair. Pearl necklaces dangling from the neck.

Prohibition. The roaring twenties.

“Do we need to make the introductions?” A girl giggled.

“It would appear that way.” Another girl laughed. “Go on, I’m sure he doesn’t bite.”

When he opened his eyes he was snapped back to the present time and place and a pair of hauntingly familiar eyes were staring back at him.

You tentatively stepped towards him, a curious yet fearful expression plastered across your features.

You looked older, around seven years older to be specific. You wore jeans and a t-shirt instead of the long beaded dresses he remembered of you. In place of feathers in your hair was a simple scrunchie.

You stopped right in front of him, chewing on your bottom lip. Your hands at your sides were shaking.

“I…this is going to sound crazy…” you continued rolling your lip between your teeth awkwardly. “Im sure I…you and I…we’ve…”

Spencer chuckled a little at your inability to form a sentence. It was understandable given the circumstances.

“Hi Y/N.” He spoke softly with his lop-sided smile you remembered so well.

You made a sound somewhere between a sob and a gasp. And then you threw yourself into his arms.

“Spencer, is it really you?” You immediately started to cry, burying your face into his shirt.

“It’s really me.” He wrapped you in his arms, scared to ever let you go again.

“You’re…?” You looked up at him, tears rolling down your cheeks.

He cupped your face and wiped at them with his thumbs.

“A traveller of time? Yes. And clearly so are you or you would be much, much older right now.” He laughed again and you’d missed that sound so much.

“Oh my god, Spencer.” You choked, a smile tugging at your lips. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I’m here, my love. God I missed you.”

You rested your head on his chest and Spencer started swaying you to music that lived only in your heads.

The jazz singer’s dulcet tones were tickling your eardrums.

When you looked back up at Spencer he was smiling down on you. Over his shoulder Luke, Elizabeth and Ruth were making eyes at you and Rossi was running the bar.

Spencer spun the two of you around and the jazz band were taking up the small stage. The lights were dimmed and the atmosphere changed.

The walls around you crumbled away and all of sudden you were in the back of a nineteen twenties soda shop.

“What’s going on?” You whispered as he continued swaying you, feeling the hem of your flapper dress whisk around your ankles when he spun you again.

“I’ve no idea.” He was still smiling at you.

“Have we…” you didn’t want to speak it out loud. You didn’t want to jinx it.

But if you weren’t mistaken, it appeared as though in finding each other again, you’d been transported back to the place you met.

Did that mean this was all over? You’d never travelled while you were awake so it had to mean something.

You’d found your soulmate in America’s roaring twenties and in finding him again you’d wound up back here.

Maybe you and Spencer were destined to live your lives together in this era. Maybe you’d wake up tomorrow or next week somewhere completely different without him by your side. Or maybe you’d travel time together.

You had no way to know what the future held. But right here and right now you had a second chance. And that was your only concern.

The here and now was all that mattered.

“I don’t know what’s going on.” He raised one hand to cup your cheek. “But I do know we need to make every second count. Because anything could happen.”

“Agreed.” You smiled at him, nestling yourself closer to him.

“Whatever does happen Y/N, now I know I can find you, I will find you. I will always find you. I’ll always come back to you, my love.”

With that Spencer kissed you and it brought back memories of times passed.

But not just the memories of kisses in America’s nineteen twenties. Kisses in Paris, kisses in Rome. Kisses in Ancient Greece and war torn Germany.

Every memory you had from your crazy, unpredictable life flashed before your eyes and Spencer was now present in every single one. In every incarnation of your life, he was there by your side.

When you first met Spencer felt like you’d known him for your whole life. And it was only as he kissed you again now, that you realised you had.

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1920's Slang -

Bull session - informal conversation

Bluenose - prude

Dope peddlers - drug dealers

Giggle juice - alcohol

Hinky - suspicious

Drugstore cowboy - fashionable loiterer who hangs around trying to pick up girls

Screwy - eccentric

Sheba - woman with sex appeal

Applesauce - nonsense

Everything’s Jake - everything’s ok

Razz - tease