#Ignore me I'm going insane over here in my own little corner

[sophieswundergarten]

There should be, like, evil fic exchanges.

Where you take a list of things that bug someone (Not something that scares them!! Nothing triggering!!! Just mildly irritating) and then try and write the most annoying fic you can, designed specifically for that person

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

❧ prompt:  "Why are you so worked up?" "Because they wouldn't stop fucking staring at you like they wanted to eat you." From here.

❧ the act’s performers: kiyoomi sakusa x f!reader

❧ wc: 1.7k

❧ warnings: swearing, jealousy, kissing, insecurity (let me know if I missed stuff)

❧ a/n: just a little something lolol idk I hope ya'll like it!

"You're not my type."

"And you think you're mine?"

Sakusa Kiyoomi could not believe the conversation he was forced to participate in. A mixture of disgust and amusement contorted his features at the woman staring up at him with a devious glint in her irises. Over the last year, it was almost nonstop bickering between the two of you. Well, according to Atsumu it was flirting on your end and bickering on his friend's end.

To be honest, a study needed to be conducted on why your presence alone could drive the wing spiker to insanity. From the way you would push past his physical boundaries without hesitation to the siren-like expressions, you would toss his way during class. It stripped him of his rationality and delivered him straight to madness.

All he wanted was to focus on college and volleyball, and yet sometimes all he could focus on was you.

"If I'm not your type, why do you only bother me?" The black-haired male surveyed your face for a nonverbal answer to his question. However, as always, he was greeted with a flirtatious bat of your lashes rather than a clue as to what was going on in that head of yours.

"How are you so certain that I only bother you?" Bringing your index finger to your mouth, you lightly bit down on your nail with a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. Your answer evidently caught the male off guard, as there was a momentary crack in his usual nonchalant demeanour. "How arrogant of you to think you're the only one."

"If you have other toys, go bother them instead. I'm busy." Sakusa shifted his gaze away from you, with tension applying to his jawline. He had to bite back the urge to pout. Where was his mask again? Why did you have to catch him in a moment when he was shieldless?

"Really? You won't miss me, pretty boy?" The hand that was once near your mouth was now extended so that you could guide his attention back to you. To both of your surprise, he did not stop you immediately when your finger applied light force on his chin. Though once his dark eyes landed on yours, he was prompt in swatting your hand away.

"First, don't call me that. Second, why would I miss you?" The volleyball player's words were coated in venom, but he ignored the bitter taste. It was nothing in comparison to the emotion flooding his chest right now.

And the last thing he wanted to admit was that his heart was drowning in jealousy.

"Okay, pretty boy. Just remember... Be careful what you wish for." After dipping an eyelid into a wink, a harmonic laugh follows your words as you step away from the male.

Sakusa instantly regretted his choice of words, and yet all he could do was glare in response.

****

Silence and peace accompanied Sakusa for the following two weeks, along with bright warm spring days. His volleyball team even secured a win against their rival, one that had the hallways of the college buzzing in excitement. But the male could not find himself satisfied with his victory - not when someone was missing from the stands. A certain someone who attended his every game to shamelessly flirt and ward off the fangirls.

It was becoming progressively clearer just how much your absence impacted his daily life. Just how much he did not truly care for quiet days. And just how much he missed your mischievous mannerisms.

Atsumu practically snapped at his team-mate on day 13 - claiming that Sakusa was merely ruining his own chances with the girl he obviously liked. Sakusa cursed out the blonde-haired boy in response, but he secretly agreed with everything that was said.

But what was stopping him from seeking you out? Over the last year, you were the one who pursued him. Should the tables not turn anyway at some point? It was only fair that he chase after you now. Even if that meant going against his better judgment.

Who said emotions were supposed to make sense?

It was day 16 when Sakusa was finally successful in diminishing the distance between you two. Well, rather than being successful in his mission, it was pure luck that caused him to accidentally stumble onto your location. However, luck was truly a nasty creature, as the scene he had entered was one that had a storm brewing inside of the male's chest.

A sickening realization had suddenly plagued the male.

He hated the idea of you "bothering" someone else. Why the hell did he send you into the arms of another!?

"If I had known there were such pretty girls in Japan, I would have come here earlier." The blue and blonde-haired male towered over you with a smirk on his mouth. Based on his accent, he was a foreigner who likely transferred to the school recently.

"I'm flattered that you think I'm pretty enough to move across the globe, Kaiser." A cheerful smile painted across your lips as you interlocked your fingers behind your back. It was more friendly than flirtatious, yet Sakusa felt rage burn in his palms.

When he made the comment about your other toys, he did not think you'd actually give him space. In the past, he had made all sorts of snarky remarks. How many times did he tell you to go away? He had lost count. But what mattered was that you never acted upon his harsh words.

What changed now? Were you fed up with him?

"I'd do a lot more than that for someone as pretty as you, y/n." This time the male named Kaiser lightly grabbed onto your chin, forcing your head to move skyward. And as he leaned in closer, his eyelids dropped just a smidge which even had someone like you blinking in slight astonishment.

But before you could register what was occurring - a new individual entered the stage. Warm fingers were wrapped around your wrist, and with one swift motion, you were pulled away from Kaiser. A familiar scent of laundry detergent tickled your nose. It didn't take you too long to realize whose chest you were currently pressed against.

"Kiyoomi?" His name was breathed out with a fascinated laugh as you peered up at him. Although, his consideration was not on you at all. No, he was engaged in a staring match with the foreign soccer player.

"Y/n. I didn't know you have no standards." The comment comes from Sakusa who refuses to release your wrist. A grimace moulds your features at his incorrect and disrespectful assumption.

"Oh-oh, what do we have here? You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend, y/n." Kaiser raised an eyebrow with a humourless chuckle vibrating in his chest.

"I don't have a boyfriend, that's why." Sakusa tensed up at your retort, which only brought laughter to flow past your lips. "But I do have a grumpy cat it seems." A quick glance was stolen of the male beside you who remained focused on what you realized he considered his love rival.

"But your heart isn't owned by the grumpy cat, now is it?" The soccer player discovered far too much entertainment in the situation. Sakusa was practically sending daggers in his direction, and yet it was all just simply amusing. Kaiser was not interested in you enough to willingly enter a fistfight. But he could not keep himself from teasing the unknown male. "I'm sure I can satisfy your needs much better than he can, my sweet y/n."

"We're done here." It's the latter comment that has the wing spiker suddenly dragging you down the hallway. However, right before leading you away, he released your wrist and instead tangled his fingers with yours. Butterflies sang a melody inside of your stomach as a number of curses were mumbled against the fabric of his mask, causing you to stifle back a titter.

"Why are you so worked up?" The inquiry is posed once Sakusa leads you into an empty classroom. The black-haired male only realized he was holding your hand when his feet stopped carrying him to his destination. A light blush could be seen peeking out from the top of his mask.

It was ridiculously adorable.

"Because he wouldn't stop fucking staring at you like he wanted to eat you." His words were huffed out as his fingers were sent to toy with the strings looped along his ears.

"Eat me? Oh, I'm sure he wanted to do much more." Since ending the physical contact, Sakusa remained a meters distance away from you. A calculated decision on his part, clearly. But you were prompt in destroying that distance with a few steps forward. "I thought you wanted me to play with my other toys, hm?"

The volleyball player elected to remain silent, instead his dark irises bore into yours. Even when you extended your hand to lightly remove his mask, he did not utter a word. Nor did he disturb your movements.

When he brought you here he was not thinking straight, he had no plan. He just wanted to separate you from that man.

"Kiyoomi, if I had known you were such a jealous boy, I would have used this to my advantage earlier." The admission was exhaled with a dramatic sigh, but the playful edge to your tone was difficult to miss. "If you want me, pretty boy, I think now is the time to confess. Unless, you want me to go back to -"

The soccer player's name was swallowed back down as Sakusa's lips suddenly crashed against yours. There was no way in hell he would ever allow you to say another man's name in a romantic context again. The pads of his fingers brushed over your cheeks so lightly you could have confused it for a breeze. The earlier feelings of jealousy melted away with each passing second, as Sakusa bathed in the thrill of finally giving in to his desires. And when you broke the close proximity to catch a breath of air, he was quick to bring your mouth back to his in an urgency you had never expected from the male.

Well, it was needless to say... Operation jealousy was a success.

[hunny-beann]

I am literally having the worst day ever, do you think you could write some insanely fluffy Dream for me? I'm talking tooth rotting levels of fluff here.

Rest Now, Wife, Mine

Dream of the Endless x f!Reader

Note: Hi anon! Thanks a ton for the adorable request, I had a lot of fun with it and really hope it helps make your day feel a bit better <3

Synopsis: Morpheus' wife finds their bed far too lonely without him in it, and seeks out his presence to remedy this so she may finally succumb to slumber for the evening.

Thankfully, he is all too happy to oblige.

Warnings: None! Just pure and unbridled fluff :)

Word Count: 1,298

Her steps are silent and her pace slow as she approaches the familiar throne room, sensing even from outside of its walls that it is as close to empty as it is going to get for the evening.

That said, as close to empty as possible for the throne room of an Endless such as Dream was not nearly as empty as one might think, with it being a rarity that he not be found there.

She fights back a shiver as she steps across the threshold, her bare feet suddenly far colder than before, and her majority uncovered shoulders beginning to undergo horripilation at the seemingly inexplicable shift in temperature.

That said, being easy to explain was not a rule that the Dreaming followed, so this was nothing new, and certainly nothing unexpected.

Though, the sudden voice that split the once heavy silence in twain on the other hand, was.

"And what could possibly have you awake at such an hour, dear wife?"

The voice asked quietly, laced with both amusement and even a twinge of concern that had the wife in question smiling softly in spite of her best efforts to not appear excited at the mere sound of her love's voice.

Oh, but she had never been that strong, had she?

He had her wrapped around his finger just as he did the entire realm that he ruled, though he notably reserved the one with the ring for her and her alone.

She padded up toward his throne quietly, not willing to answer his question until she was close enough that her voice might not reverberate so loudly off of the palace walls.

Some words, she had decided long ago, were for her husband and her husband alone.

Upon her eager approach, the Lord of Dreams could not help but raise one of the corners of his mouth at the mere sight of her, holding his hand out at her nearness to guide her to stand before his crossed legs as he reached gently to take her other in his own as well, making a mental note of how chilled her extremities felt due to the cool night air of his throne room.

He watched as she slackened slightly at his familiar touch, her body always so happy to find him near in a way never ceased to have his heart all but melting at her feet.

What a disastrous little thing she was, truly.

He could never love another.

As her form relaxed at the feeling of his hands on hers, so loving in spite of the power that they held, she could not help but yawn softly, eyes growing teary as her ease allowed the weight of the day to truly set in.

Her dearest Dream Lord smirked up at her, his brow raised knowingly and his eyes twinkling as he watched her fight off the eternally tempting wiles of sleep.

What a sweet little thing, so helpless in her battles against her own biology that it was entirely too amusing to ignore, and always far too entertaining to neglect to bear witness to.

"You are tired, my dear."

The Lord of Dreams stated matter of factly, tugging his beloved closer using his soft grip on her hands so he could properly brush some of her hair behind her ear, a gesture which caused her eyelids to flutter closed briefly before they snapped open once more, her fight against herself not yet over in her eyes (though Dream could see clearly in the way that she swayed on her own two feet that there was already an obvious victor).

He chuckled quietly, shaking his head,

"You need to rest, sweet stardust. Let me bring you back to the bedroom."

He spoke gently, rising to guide her back to their soft and familiar bed only to halt when he heard her reply.

"No, I don't want to go back, you're just going to leave once you think I'm tired enough not to follow."

The Dream Lord faltered upon hearing this, raising a questioning brow in response before lowering himself down upon his throne once more, though this time he pulled his wife right along with him, sitting her on his lap in order to get a better look at her exhausted expression.

He frowned.

"Have you been staying awake on purpose, my love? Lying in wait for me as you promised you would not do?"

She shook her head, but he could see the way that the blood rushed into her cheeks as she tried to explain, embarrassed to admit the things that she had to in order to quell his worries of any intentional harm having been done.

"No, of course not, I just..."

The Lord of Dreams hummed and brought one hand to her back, rubbing up and down along her spine and feeling her lean against him unintentionally in response, her bones heavy and all too prepared to sink into whatever comfort they could find.

"You just what, dearest?"

He urged, causing his lover to nod blearily in response, slowly coming back to reality again.

"I just find that sometimes I cannot bear to sleep alone, that the bed feels far too wide and empty without you in it."

Dream fought back a slight smile upon hearing this, feeling more than a little bit proud to know that his wife could rely upon him enough to truly need him so (though he was notably unhappy to hear that this was causing her any amount of unnecessary strife).

"And is tonight one of those nights, beloved?"

He asked, watching as she nodded, her head lolling slightly upon her neck as her overworked muscles struggled to remain in control over her all too tired body and mind.

"Poor thing,"

Dream all but purred in response, adjusting his love upon his lap until she was leaning against him, breaths warm on his neck and body seeming to grow heavier by the second as the feeling of his familiar closeness drove her into a type of ease that was felt only at a lover's closeness.

"That will certainly have to be remedied, won't it?"

He murmured against her ear, feeling her shiver in response, nuzzling closer with a nod as he gathered his coat that had been hanging on the back of the dais behind him with just one hand, draping it over her body and pressing a soft kiss against her head as he felt her begin to drift off into a much needed and far too well deserved slumber.

"Rest now, wife, mine."

He said softly, feeling his dearest love smile gently against his skin at his familiar words and the use of his favorite (and almost sickeningly sweet) nickname for her,

"I will see to it that no one interrupts you as you do."

If she had been more awake, perhaps the woman would have rolled her eyes or even offered a sarcastic retort in response to her husband's dramatics, but instead she simply nudged herself closer, pressing a gentle kiss against the pale flesh of his neck before she drifted off for the very first time that night, feeling truly safe in the arms of her most adoring love.

And when morning arrived, and the throne room became far less uninhabited, the two of them made for quite a sight, indeed.

After all, who would have thought that the Lord of Dreams might choose to sleep simply to live life as his dear wife did, his cheek pressed gently against her head and his arms wrapped around her as slumber found them both, pulling them closer together, ever still, in the very same way that they belonged now, and always would for the remainder of eternity, and perhaps even beyond that.

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[maximotts]

i feel like cowboy wanda would be so gentle the first few times she has sex with you bc she’s worried she’ll hurt you and scare you off but eventually she loses control a bit and manhandles you into position and when she pins you down, you moan and then the most DEVILISH smile spreads across her face

Ooo okay okay it's interesting you brought this up because I've been thinking about their first encounter a bit lately! We'll ignore that this turned into a whole fic, okay? I love them sm Also this isn't really edited because it was supposed to be a short answer and now it's uhm.. not short, so forgive any typos

18+ only please . wc: 2.7k . cw: first meeting hookup, drinking, dirty talk, oral, fingering, v light spanking, lap sits, possessiveness, Wanda being smitten, the pickup truck sex a lot of y'all have been asking me about that I said was coming, morning after with Wanda because she's as proper as she is filthy

Basically right now I have their first time more as a hookup where bunny is new to town and goes out to a bar one night to maybe make friends and see the environment, but then she meets Wanda and her group of friends who are all more than welcoming and you're having a great time hanging out with them.

But your eyes keep drifting to Wanda. Of course Wanda notices and, being the smooth talker she is, starts flirting with the new girl. She buys you as many drinks as you want which, end up being stronger than you're used to, but your nerves keep you ordering more. When she finally slips an arm around you, cornering you in the booth you'd only just plopped yourself into, you're more than ready for Wanda to kiss you— and kiss you she does.

You're shy by nature, never having made out with anyone in a bar, much less with a girl you'd only known for a few hours, but Wanda's thumb brushing over your cheek while she bites down on your bottom lip has you forgetting everything you're used to which admittedly, isn't much. Somehow she's pulled your thighs over her own, toying with the stretchy hem of the form-fitting skirt you'd decided to wear last minute. When she touches a particularly sensitive spot, you shiver and Wanda chuckles, "You cold, darlin'? Pretty as your arms are, I'll let you borrow my jacket if it'd help."

And so the night goes on with Wanda's thick denim jacket slung over your shoulders, her arm around your waist wherever the two of you walk. Normally you'd hate the presumptive way the cowgirl was handling you, as if she owned you already, but you'd be damned if you didn't admit you wanted her to stake her claim. So, in your slightly inebriated state, you took a leap, "Wands, I'm sleepy..."

Which catches her attention immediately. "Well now," Wanda pulls you close then, fingers carefully treading the line between caressing your hip and groping your ass; it would be the first time she whispers in your ear, but it'll never stop being insanely hot. "I hope you're telling me because you're going to let me take you home. I'd be real sad leaving tonight without you."

You wish your giggle of a reply didn't sound so girlish and naïve, but in hindsight, you had no idea the sheer intensity you were in for. "Only if you promise to behave yourself."

—

She's driven about halfway back to her house before she has to pull over; technically it was her land, pulled over to the side of the winding road and turning her truck engine off. "I know I promised to take you home, I still will, but I can't take another second not having my hands on you."

It takes you back a little; all you'd been doing was scratching over her jeans while you stared at the woman driving, but you weren't going to argue with her. "I don't really-"

"I've wanted you on my lap since I laid eyes on you. Get over here." Thankfully she doesn't have to convince you any farther, holding back a groan as you straddled her legs, skirt riding up inch by inch. It was a tight squeeze with you between her and the steering wheel, but Wanda hardly noticed once you started kissing her. This time was impossibly hotter, Wanda's tongue taking control of the kiss before moving on to shamelessly leave marks along your jaw and neck.

And Wanda is too good at getting your clothes out of the way, leaving you topless with record speed, squeezing at your breasts roughly while you struggled just to keep up with her mouth. "What if someone sees..."

The brunette only starts toying with your nipples, relishing in the way it got you rolling your hips. "It's pitch dark, silly girl. I can barely see you out here, don't worry your pretty little head."

You lost the last bit of your restraint the moment Wanda passed her fingertips over your underwear. They were thin lace, chosen by design so as not to show under your skirt, but they drove Wanda wild. She pushed them aside to slide her fingers along where you were already warm and sensitive, hips stuttering as she stroked over your clit. "O-Oh.."

"Look at you, already wet and needy. Were you like this all night? That why I caught you squeezing your thighs together so often?" You shook your head, trying to deny it, but you weren't even fooling yourself.

Wanda's had you rocking in place for hours by this point; you thought sure you'd been subtle and being called out for your behavior found your head ducking into the crook of Wanda's shoulder to avoid her knowing gaze. "Aww, it's okay! It'll be our little secret, promise..."

Wanda discovered night one what a responsive person you were, delighting in the vice grip you held on the back of her seat while she rolled your nipple in time with her other hand on your sensitive bud. You rocked against her hands as best you could, fighting to keep pace, but hopefully not finish so easily— it'd just been so long and you needed this much more than expected.

The next morning, you'd blame the alcohol. "Wanda please, I- I need.."

"What do you need, sweetheart, wanna cum? Make a mess in my truck after I barely got started with you?" You were nodding so hard your neck hurt, moaning quietly as you felt your body reach its peak; the first of many that night. Ears ringing and thoughts so pleasantly fuzzy, you couldn't recall a time you'd felt more free, in an old pickup truck or otherwise.

"Ooh, aren't you just a masterpiece..." The brunette took her time letting you down, pointer and middle fingers wandering until they just barely pushed into you: less than an inch, but unendingly torturous. "Sounds like I was able to make you feel better, least a little bit."

Tired hips tried every which way to sink onto Wanda's long fingers, the same ones you'd felt on you over your clothes back in the bar and had lists of naughty places you wanted her to put them. But each time, your lover avoids delving anywhere past shallow. "You're being mean, just fuck me."

"Mean? After I let you cum as early as you wanted? You don't know what mean looks like on me. Don't think you want to," A succession of wet slaps echoed in the truck's cabin, the silence of everything around you both amplifying the sound of Wanda lightly hitting your sensitive cunt and your resulting whimpers.

"Told you so. Now, bend over and stay still while I get a proper look like the obedient girl I know you are," Manhandling you over the length of her seats shouldn't have been as easy as it was after the long night out, but Wanda was strong and you never fought her while she pushed your arms to the passenger car door and spread your bent knees apart.

If you were begging her to fuck you out loud, you wouldn't be surprised, wishing so hard that if Wanda still refused to give you exactly what you wanted, she'd at least use her fingers, tongue, anything to fill where you currently felt so empty. "Please- I need more-"

Your thighs shake as she licks over your puffy folds, mumbling the most depraved things about you, your taste, your warmth, leaving you with the most intoxicating combination of feeling both used and adored. "You just keep dripping into my mouth, baby, it's impossible to keep you clean..."

"Can't help it, sorry," But your words aren't matching your actions, not when you kept searching out Wanda's tongue each time she flicked at your clit, pitifully rolling over the rough surface whenever she flattened it out.

You'd long since fogged up the windows, smudging the fog as your overheated cheek met the cold glass; each time you managed to open your eyes you remember exactly where you are, woods rustling in the middle of the night. "W-Wanda! 'm close again, please please...!"

"Mean girls wouldn't let you have two orgasms back to back, no matter how pretty." Wanda likes to believe she actually thought about whether or not to give you what you wanted, but in reality she knew she would leave you wanting the second you turned bratty. Sure it was a risk, not knowing how you'd react, but it was well worth the test to see if you had a chance of handling her past a quick night's distraction. "Straighten up, we're only a few minutes from home."

"That's not fair—"

But Wanda was already pushing you upright again, haphazardly fixing your dress, going so far as to buckle your seatbelt as if it'd keep you from your uncomfortable wiggling. "My car my rules! Like I said, we're not far."

Wanda expected you to pout and huff the whole way, worried in the back of her mind you wouldn't let her lay another hand on you after her denial, but she was pleasantly surprised. Somewhere shortly after she pulled back onto the road, you'd taken her hand; first just to play with her fingers, innocent fidgeting at best, but before she knew it, her digits were engulfed in sinfully wet warmth.

Her fingers in your mouth made the pair of you dizzy, hands holding her wrist as you pumped her digits in and out, tongue swirling over the tips and grinning once Wanda's neutral expression cracked, lips parting in a low groan. "Do mean girls let the good ones suck the strap they've been feeling near them all night or do they only get to play with their hands?"

"Depends on if they show them how bad they want it." Wanda could only look your way for seconds at a time, the visual of your half-lidded gaze trained on her jeans while you so obviously used your imagination to envision some other scenario, muffling your own needy sounds as you forced her fingers to the back of your throat... she'd underestimated the new girl.

Whether it was any lingering alcohol talking or whatever boldness Wanda unlocked that night, something urged you to continue goading her, making a show of spreading your legs and slipping her wet fingers to your sex before closing them once more, slowly grinding her shaking digits to sate yourself for that last tiny stretch of road to the farmhouse. "Bad enough to turn your hand into a toy for as long as you let me."

Wanda made that final turn up her driveway, parking her truck fast as she could with only one hand, "You're lucky I didn't crash just now, you little devil, can't wait to get you inside."

"Lead the way, since we're playing by your rules and all." As soon as she got her hand back, Wanda practically dragged you from her vehicle and for as many hours as you spent awake in her home, you couldn't remember a single detail of any room she brought you through that night.

—

When you wake up, it's to a dimly lit bedroom, curtains drawn so only a sliver of late morning sun peeked through. Your body ached, but it wasn't from the drinking, taut muscles and lethargic thoughts bringing back bits and pieces of everything you got up to the second Wanda got you past the front door.

The same Wanda whose bed you assumed you were currently sprawled out in. Doubt crept in as you realized you're alone, fretting over if you should've fallen asleep there or not. You were deciding whether it'd be more awkward to sneak out and go back to town on foot or to search out Wanda and ask if she'd mind driving you back to your place when you heard a single knock on the door. "Can I come in?"

Your brow furrowed, "It's your room, of course you can come in." Wanda cracked the door slowly, the back of her loose flannel shirt greeting you first before she turned around, a small tray in her hands. "Sorry for crashing."

"Never said you were unwelcome, I'm sorry for letting you wake up in a strange place by yourself... and for not leaving you at least a shirt, my bad." Your arms hastily bundled the blankets to cover your chest, your nakedness pointed out to you, but Wanda laughed, setting the tray down before heading for her dresser. "Don't worry, darlin, I love the view just as much in the daylight."

"What a reassuring hostess I have," Pulling the t-shirt she tossed you over your head, the delightful scents coming from the tray down the bed now catching your attention. On it was a short stack of pancakes, bacon, orange juice, strawberries... the biggest breakfast you'd seen since you'd come to town. "Did you make that?"

Wanda nodded and slid the food closer to you before sitting on the edge of her mattress, "I don't typically make this much food, but I had to get up early to make some rounds in the barn and I figured I owed you a hearty breakfast after such a nice night."

There was something so endearing to how she explained her actions, rambling on to offset her nerves, No one had even gone to such lengths to make your morning so comfortable after a single hookup, but this set the bar high for anyone else who tried. Not that you'd ever have to worry about another first night, but neither of you knew that yet.

For now Wanda scrambled to find the right way to show genuine interest in the girl she'd brought home and fucked every which way until they passed out and you amusedly ate your special pancakes while watching Wanda try, her fumbling charming you more than she'd ever imagine.

Eventually you put her out of her misery, putting down your utensils to sit up on your knees and stretch over to plant a quick kiss on her soft lips. "I really appreciate it and I'm not even a bit mad with how I woke up, but it's very sweet of you to care, Wands."

"Oh good because I'd really like to see you again sometime, if you're up for it." It would be a rare thing to see Wanda so continuously shy, but she was uncharacteristically smitten and she wanted to get to know you before the rest of the small town came for their changes too.

You hummed as you popped a strawberry into your mouth, licking your fingers in a way that painfully reminded Wanda of the previous night, "How's today?"

"Today?" The farmgirl ran a hand through her long hair, cocking her head to the side much like a lost puppy.

"Yeah, today. If you wouldn't mind me following along." With each minute that ticked past, the less you wanted to leave, much preferring a Sunday spent with Wanda than in your flat full of moving boxes.

Her eyes lit up, smile brighter than the sun, “Can’t complain about a beautiful girl all to myself all day!" Wanda was practically buzzing with everything she wanted to show you, from the chicken coops to the haylofts, but she forced herself to keep her cool.. on the surface at least. "Finish up breakfast and I'll find you some kind of pants."

"But I'm so cozy right here without them." Maneuvering over the last bits of food on your plate meant you more fell into Wanda's lap than sat on it, but she caught you nonetheless, tugging you down for the proper kiss she'd been waiting to share with you since early morning light. "Come back to bed with me?"

After the long sleep your energy was renewed, finally able to take Wanda into all your senses again, the taste of her lips, the subtle earthy smell from the work she'd already done that day, her strong hands settling confidently on your upper thighs... getting dressed was the last thing on either of your minds. "Wouldn't be much of a hostess if I didn't let my guest do as she pleased."

In the end, the pair of you might've set the world record for longest date from Sunday morning to when Wanda finally dropped a reluctant you back into town Wednesday afternoon.

[ne-videl]

𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘

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yandere Wriothesley x gn!reader

another long day with your duke.

yandere, reader is a murderer sentenced to death and is ok with it, imprisonment & isolation, mentions of going insane and you really are kinda insane, no happy end :(, poor english, sfw. not very yandere (except you're literally isolated) actually, but well I felt like thinking thoughts don't judge me

word count: ~2.2k

a/n: hiii

not really my best work but uh well I tried. the question is, how do I get that man to sit on my face 🤨

also go check my masterlist ^^

enjoy.

it's difficult to determine what time it is in the Meropide Fortress, so it is better to take a watch with you.

you turn over the next page with boredom, hardly paying attention to the contents of the book, and lazily glance at the clock. in the farthest corner of this prison, in a huge room, a murderer is deeply hidden, who is once again bored.

lunch has already passed, which means he will certainly come soon.

from the very beginning of your imprisonment, he always found you wherever you were hiding, and eventually you completely gave up trying to escape from him. after all, the world is not so huge, and your own is completely concentrated in this copper fortress.

your duke is the only one who speaks to you. actually, he was the reason for your forced loneliness, so that he could generously dispel your boredom. to be the only one who can do it at all.

and the gray, yellow and dirty-green walls of the copper corridors suddenly lose all their sullenness, and even breathing seemed to become easier, as soon as you heard this cherished "how are you". it's amazing what a live conversation with a person completely deprived of any human society can do!

yes, your kidnapper was kind and affectionate, of course, but he still was your kidnapper. even you forget about it sometimes.

well, who wouldn't start going crazy at your place?

Wriothesley combs your hair, humming softly.

"can you not make that face?" – duke bends down to look into your eyes, and his sharp gaze captures every tiny detail of your frown.

"you're awful at this." – you huffed, getting out of his arms.

"I'm trying to learn." – he answered you with a sly, deceptively harmless smile.

yes, that was his style. to pretend that everything is fine.

"I don't like it here. terribly boring." – you mumbled, leaning back so that your back rested against his broad chest. – "did you know that the lack of sunlight is bad for health?" – Wriothesley listened to your little tirade without interrupting you for a second, putting his hands on your shoulders and knowing full well that he was not going to let you go anywhere at all.

what else could he do? to look at you as much as he wanted, yes, at least he could do that. the duke kisses you on the top of your head, once again ignoring your words, and speaks with his kind smile, boring into your back with a loving, but slightly frightening look.

"let's talk about something else. you seem to have read a new book today." – Wriothesley grabs you by the arms, sitting down on the sofa and sitting you on his lap. you don't resist, but huff irritably.

even if you don't answer him, it's nice to just be in your company – he thinks, looking down at you.

"it's not fair." – you still don't even deign to give him your arrogant look – "other prisoners can move freely around the fortress. can talk to each other." – you remark bitterly, resentfully.

a strange, sticky feeling of contempt for the person sitting in front of you has passed through your heart. as if the sudden realization that you were locked up, and locked up for nothing, at his whim, suddenly came over you like a wave.

and resentment, anger and longing flashed in your eyes; a look that, however, was met with the same gentle, painfully sweet smile of your dear kidnapper. Wriothesley left a kiss on your trembling palm, and the pair of handcuffs on your wrists flashed in the dim light of your room.

they didn't constrain movements at all; and it was not even clear why these restraints were needed at all, carefully fastened by Wriothesley on your wrists and ankles like an engagement ring.

they didn't constrain movements at all, but nevertheless, they were always on you, and were palpable: like another reminder of your stolen freedom, forged in cold, soulless metal.

"but you're not like them at all, [name]. what if you get hurt?" – he almost purred, playfully, almost mockingly, as if perfectly aware of the absurdity and contrivance of his reason for keeping you under lock and key. – "oh, I would never forgive myself for that."

strong arms hug you, squeezing your shoulders in a tight, almost suffocating grip, and you internally laugh at yourself for another attempt to reason him. another failed attempt.

"I hate you, you know? I wouldn't put up with it if I could, but instead," – you feel the indifference slowly returning, filling your mind with the usual boredom. – "i'd strangled you instead." – you stretch out your chin more comfortably on his shoulder, ecstatically imagining how your hands close around his neck.

"I wouldn't mind." – Wriothesley pats you on the back, responding with the smile you know so well. – "please hate me until you die. never forgive me." – he exhales somewhere into your neck, and you are almost sure that on his face there is a familiar expression of sick, obsessive affection.

Wriothesley was really afraid of very few things, but even the tiny thought of your indifference drove him into a frenzy, ringing with an alarming noise in his head. even if you cannot love him, he could be satisfied with your hatred, any feeling. any.

please, hate me.

maybe one day your hatred will turn into love, maybe one day you will look at him the same way he looks at you.

please hate me until you die.

♡

"lovely." – Wriothesley briefly commented on your story about the contents of the book, sitting opposite you and sipping tea.

your duke always spoke lazily, with a tiny bit of fun in his voice, like an actor in an old play laughing from the stage. so that any will and desire to scream, cry and try to explain to him at least a little common sense immediately disappeared.

Wriothesley remembers your first meeting well. how the murderer in shackles laughed in the faces of the guards, led through the damp corridors of the fortress, and how relaxed, even familiar they behaved in front of him.

and how insignificant his greatness suddenly seemed, whole life and all death in front of this person, this different person, unlike anyone else he met.

"how happy and calm I am now that death is finally breathing down my back," – you smiled at him that day, – "do me a favor, your grace, please do not delay the execution."

oh, beautiful creature, how lovely is your smile. but why don't you deign to even look at him?

it was like a virus, like a bright flash; your image had entered into his consciousness, become ingrained in his blood; the memory of your laughing eyes could not be eliminated either by the judgment of reason or common sense. but it's not a bad feeling, he sometimes mused, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

the duke liked it very much.

his obsession had neither teeth nor claws. he did not have that simple-minded fervor, haste with which a young man loves, or the cold cruelty with which a psychopath loves; on the contrary, the duke adored you tenderly, affectionately, like a good-natured dog, a breath of wind on a sultry summer day, a warm ray of sunshine after a cold winter. he never hurt you, rather, he took every tiny wound you had as his own.

and yet, there were shackles on your wrists and ankles, and you hadn't spoken to anyone but him for years. every day you felt how sanity was gradually slipping through your fingers, how consciousness and purity of thoughts were slowly being replaced by a static noise in your ears and that terrible, disgusting smell of dampness and the shine of copper pipes, and your once lively, thoughtful expression with a dull, meaningless calmness and a tired gleam in inflamed eyes. boredom, oh, what a boredom.

but Wriothesley didn't even think to stop your isolation.

how well you suited each other! if you have something to chat about before going to bed for so many years, then you were not mistaken when choosing a life partner.

even if said life partner became so against their will and chattered out of sheer boredom and loneliness: let it be, let it be so. the main thing is that he has you, and you have him. two out of seven billion, the prison's administrator and the murderer.

"freedom and equality?" – you raise your eyebrows in mock, arrogant surprise, – "to say that to the face of the person you've been keeping isolated for years, duke, you have to be either a fool or an incredible hypocrite."

"oh, I am undoubtedly a terrible fool, my dear [name]. the worst one you've ever known." – Wriothesley speaks in a laughing tone you know so well, sipping tea – "what other duke would allow himself to have conversations with a prisoner like this?"

you've never been impressed by his stories about the construction of the fortress; rather, they were depressing or, at the very least, made you smile sarcastically.

"indeed, you must be one of a kind." – you say lazily. boredom always leads to philosophical reflections, causing your mind to wander and hesitate.

almost all of your conversations were like this: meaningless, about everything and nothing at the same time. Wriothesley was talking because he desired your company, and you were talking because you had nothing else to do. oh, what a terrible melancholy! how can you not go crazy when every day is so similar to the previous one?

but at least your dear kidnapper was good at entertaining you.

and, in particular, one of his most outstanding skills was the ability to make you think over and over again that everything is fine; as if you are not a criminal at all, and he is not at all the one who makes you slowly go insane with loneliness.

"I love you, [name], do you remember that?" – Wriothesley speaks calmly, as if this is another conversation about something unimportant, abstract and meaningless. he speaks, glancing at you imperceptibly, as if trying to find an answer in your features, a reciprocity. something he could cling to, something that would tell him that you care, that at least you're sorry.

his infatuation has not been interesting or touching for a long time. you smile slyly, leaving him unanswered; rather, giving a silent answer, as you have done many times before. I know. and you know that I know, so why remind me of that?

duke is indeed a fool to keep repeating these words to you and keep hoping for a different result. for a result that won't happen.

but even seeing the sadness that flickered in his eyes for a second, you're not sorry. you're never sorry, and the fool is the one who thinks it could be otherwise.

"and even now, you don't love." – calmly, even casually, the duke concludes, but you know him too well not to see how his strong facade is cracking. – "and you'll never be able to?" – he looks up at you again, looking at you expectantly.

"never." – something made you feel overwhelmingly funny, as it has never been during your stay in this fortress.

as if in this conversation between you two he demanded an answer not really to his another confession, but rather, your explanation of this whole idiotic situation, as if he himself was not the cause of it. your whole current life suddenly seemed like a stupid joke, a meaningless performance for the amusement of a bored audience; and you must be an incredibly awful actor!

so you laughed.

"what guilt-seeking eyes you have, your grace." – wiping away a stray tear, you giggle – "and what should I do now, take up a revolver? take my own life? or should I be slavishly grateful to you all my life for the fact that you adore so much such a sinful and vicious me? oh, is it really all my fault?"

indeed, you must have gone completely crazy, you think with a laugh. the duke was somewhat taken aback by your sudden half–mad laughter, and could only look at you with sincere confusion, waiting for the end of your strange monologue.

"have mercy, your grace! redemption in this damn prison, love, remorse," – you lean closer, for some reason poking at him with your finger, and a handcuff glitters on your wrist – "I was spared from this. kindly leave this poor condemned person to wait for execution."

the duke silently looked at you with a cold, deathly calmness in the features of his beautiful face, but with a heavy, inflamed and passionate gaze. and it seemed to you that he would certainly die himself rather than let you die.

your cold hands intertwine with his hot, scarred ones, and you look into his eyes.

in a world without any hope or anything particularly important, the duke of Fontaine asked for the love of a murderer.

"I'm an awful fatalist, did you know that?" – Wriothesley leaves a kiss on your knuckles, looking at you with a vague, cruel emotion in eyes the color of a winter sky.

"you can be anyone and do anything you want as long as you stay here. stay, [name]."

you must not be the only one insane here, you think, looking at him desperately squeezing your hand.

you're not the only one who's cruel. just as you break his heart over and over again, he still keeps you in solitary confinement. you do not regret; but neither did he, that he so selfishly, on a whim and driven by low jealousy, deprived another person of any company except himself. it was cruelty, a blatant injustice; and Wriothesley understood that. and this made the situation worse, worse a hundredfold: he understood, but he did it anyway, and did not feel guilty for it.

none of you were sorry.

♡

today's execution seemed like a farce, a stupid misunderstanding – after all, here was his precious murderer, laughing and munching on their last meal, alive and cheerful, and sitting right in front of him. of course, there was no execution!

"come on, come on, take it off. I'm awfully tired to be in these things." – you sipped a fragrant tea, watching as Wriothesley huffs with a screwdriver in his hands over the shackles on your ankles, sitting on his knees.

duke sighed jokingly, taking off you the worn metal and watching you flex your limbs contentedly.

of course, there was no execution.

"it's summer now, isn't it?" – you ask, wiping crumbs from your lips, and answering to yourself. – "good, good. just wonderful. it's been a while since I've been in the sun."

Wriothesley just smiles weakly as he leads you by the hand out of your solitary confinement room.

a pleasant, warm and languid feeling curled up in his stomach when he held your cold palm in his. as if the whole life was waiting for him, life with you, as if everything was going to get better and it would certainly be fine.

there was no execution. there wasn't!

the guillotine flashed in the sun, reflected in the laughing eyes of the murderer.

and only one of the two remained.

it's 3AM now and I feel like I should go visit a therapist

[affo-gatto-gateau]

So, I wrote a little piece for my atla/npmd au (it's really just, what if Hatchetfield had bending) so here it is!

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"Are you ready?"

Max snorts and rolls his shoulders back, settling into a wide, defensive stance. Richie doesn't notice the quiet shaking in his hands, or the way his eyes dart around, searching for an escape. Perhaps he should have, but he doesn't. Instead, shrugs and shifts his feet.

It's a straightforward punch, a lick of flame flowing from the movement and out past his limbs. It flies directly towards Max's chest. Just a warm-up shot, simple, easy to block or dodge. 

But Max doesn't move. 

There's no shaking of earth, his feet are planted, and he seems just as unmoving as the stone he bends. His eyes are trained on that spurt of golden-orange fire, the glow illuminating panic for a brief second. His body crumples in on itself just before it hits. The blow isn't forceful, but it's enough to make him stumble back over his own feet and find himself sprawled on the floor.

Richie lets his stance fall. He stares, in awe. He just knocked Max Jägerman to the ground. That comes with the much more panic-fueled realisation that holy shit, he just knocked Max Jägerman to the ground! His body, luckily, moves faster than his mind, and he's next to Max in seconds. "Are you okay?"

Max stares up at him, unresponsive, for a few seconds, the only noise between them the gasping breaths he drags into his lungs. "I'm fine," he grits out, between puffs. He ignores the offered hand and hauls himself to his feet. "Let's go again."

Richie opens his mouth to protest, and Max shoots him a look that makes him instantly close it again. They settle into their stances once more. 

Max doesn't block the second time, or the third, or the fourth. Richie doesn't shoot on the fifth. 

"Come on, Shit-lips, we gonna stand here all day or what?"

Richie's hands fall. "I'm not doing this," he mutters.

"What did you say?"

"I said, I'm not doing this," he repeats louder. Max's eyes darken. "There's obviously something going on. Definition of insanity and whatnot. I'm not gonna keep throwing fire at you and hoping something different will happen."

"And I will, but this doesn't look much like helping!"

Max takes a step forward. The ground is suddenly unsteady. "You said you would help me."

"It's working fine."

"That's a lie and you know it," he spits back.

"We go again."

"I won't do it."

Max is so close to him now. The literal monster looms tall over him, scowling down. "I'm not asking, Shit-lips," he growls. And Richie, by some miracle, finds it in himself to scoff.

"What, are you threatening me?" His eyes narrow. There's heat building in his hands, he lets it bleed out into small flames, flickering as they wind around his fingers. The second Max sees it, he's cast onto the back foot. He steps– no, leaps back, scrambling away from Richie with all the desperation of a cornered animal. And Richie finally sees it, painted across his face in broad strokes, clear as day. Fear.

He clenches his fists tight, and lets the fire dissipate into thin wisps of smoke. "We're not doing this," he repeats, finally. 

Max doesn't look at him, not as he approaches, not and he settles next to him or places a warm hand on his chest, bringing his breathing back to normal. "You're afraid of fire," Richie says. It's not a question. 

"You don't fucking tell a soul," he whispers, as gruffly as he can manage. It's no use; the illusion is shattered. He's not Max Jägerman, Literal Monster. Richie isn't the helpless nerd. They're two boys, sitting side-by-side on the gym floor.

"I promise," Richie whispers back. And Max believes him.

[dotieeee]

Perhaps an unusual spicy idea: a gal sets up everything for a nice evening for herself--candles, aromatherapy, a vibrator, a dildo...only to accidentally re-create some kind of ancient sex spell that summons Desire. Desire is actually amused enough that someone got it right after so many centuries that they decide to play along and help out 👀

OOOOHHH this is an interesting idea!! I haven't written Desire in such a way so I will give it a shot!!! Sorry it took so long!!

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Everything had been going according to plan. This was a rare day off where you had not much else to do, so you did everything at home you could possibly do to pamper yourself: you tried on that organic hair conditioner you had been saving because it was too expensive to use on a regular day; that tightening, pore-removing face mask you had bought ages ago on impulse; you did your nails (it was abysmal work, but hey, it felt nice); you ordered in a fancy meal and capped it with a glass of that red wine that had been sitting in your fridge since the last holidays. This last bit of me-time was supposed to be a cherry on top of a great day.

Instead, you were backed into the furthest corner of your bed, wide-eyed and frozen in place in disbelief at the human that had appeared in a cloud of red smoke, sat on the edge of your mattress.

They looked insanely beautiful, that was true, but that didn't really help the fact that they somehow got into your room, and they were wearing a latex catsuit with a neckline that dipped to their toned stomach, revealing a taut chest and the most enviable collarbones a person could possess.

And they wore cat ears.

"Having fun, aren't we?"

Their voice was like honey: smooth, sweet, and slightly teasing. Behind those pretty golden eyes was a hint of devious amusement, and those lips, painted flawlessly in crimson, were curled into a smile that revealed a perfect set of teeth.

"Darling, I know I'm drop-dead gorgeous; you don't have to look so gob-smacked," they said with a lilting laugh, tucking a lock of their blonde hair behind their ear with a perfectly-manicured nail. It put yours to shame.

You managed an unintelligble stutter, but you had meant to ask "How did you get here? Who the fuck are you?"

They merely giggled at your pitiful attempt to make speech. "I just love it when they get this flustered.

"I'm Desire, darling, and you summoned me."

You summoned who, exactly?

They seemed to ignore your bewildered look in favour of your little me-time altar, set in an orderly fashion on your little nightstand. They walked over to it, their cattail swinging behind them, inspecting your...display. Candles in varying scents - vanilla, pumpkin spice -

"Jasmine..." your unexpected guest purred, picking up the candle, and toying with its flame with a slender finger.

They placed it back down and inspected a crystal you remember buying at a mall stall ages ago because of the pretty colour. The woman explained what the stone was, but honestly you had nothing but the groceey list in mind you had forgotten what it was called.

"It's called celestite, my dear," they commented in an amused tone, as if they were reading your thoughts. "You mortals, buying anything and everything just because 'it's pretty.'" They flicked their eyes to you and added, "I approve."

To your horror, they picked up something else from the table, something you had hoped they'd brush over. They twirled the egg-shaped vibrator in their hand.

"This was your main event, wasn't it, darling?"

With a giggle that startled you, they launched themselves on the bed, lading on their back, and put their legs up in the air, swishing it back and forth. They held the vibrator in the light like they were inspecting diamonds.

"I'd never thought someone would finally get it right after so many centuries!"

They continued to laugh delightedly as their eyes landed on you, still curled up on the corner of your own bed, still fucking clueless. They rolled on their stomach and propped their cheek up on their palm.

"Something tells me you have absolutely no idea what you just did."

You swallowed the lump on your throat and finally summoned the will to speak. "What exactly did I do?"

Lazily, they tapped the space beside them, urging you to lay on it. For some reason unknown to you, you did as you were told, never once taking your eyes off them. There was something off about them, but it was mesmerzing.

"अहं त्वां याचयामि, अतीव दीर्घकालं यावत् अभवत्। अद्य रात्रौ मां प्रीत्या आशीर्वादं ददात."

They spoke in a language you have not heard of before. They drew a line on your forearm, giving you goosebumps all over. You were quite disappointed when they stopped.

"That was Sanskirt, darling," they explained. "Summoning me. Tell me, before I graced your home with my presence, what was the last thing you said? Don't be shy now, I won't bite." Then they winked and flashed a toothy smile.

You felt heat creeping up your cheeks as you repeated the words, finding yourself unable to look into their eyes. "'I hope I get an orgasm from this, it has been so long.'"

A finger tilted your chin up to look into those golden eyes. That's when it hit you: they were Desire, the very thing you had asked for. You licked your lips unconsciously as you stared into theirs, noting how red they were, and how they must taste like cherries.

"That's the spell. You asked for me, so let's make it worthwhile, shall we?"

The way they whispered so close to you had your insides melting, and you could only nod, totally under the spell of the otherworldly being you had inadvertently summoned. With a hum, they made a swift move to get on top of you and captured your lips with theirs.

Cherries.

Whatever the fuck you did, you were damn sure you'd do all over again.

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Hi! I hope you're doing goood)) Please do tell, are you going to continue writing the sequel to The Last Songbird? I'm so worried cos SaB now cancelled((

HI ANON

Sorry for taking so long to say so, but yes! I am hoping/planning to write a sequel to TLS. My idea right now is to cover some key moments from the actual duology and explore how they would change in this AU, but I haven't quite landed on how to do that yet. I have written part of one important moment though, and since I've made you wait so long I think I owe you a snippet.

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He could see Inej’s little slippered foot dangling over the edge of the crate. She was still, lying on her belly. He could still hear the Blacktip dying at his feet, but it was Kaz who felt like he was choking on his own blood. Climb, you fucking idiot. He ordered his body like he would order any other Dreg, and because he was Dirtyhands, their lieutenant, the brain and the spine of their operation, his body obeyed. He had to climb from another side of the pyramid, wasting precious time. He was not as agile as she, and there were so many here on the docks, waiting for them, he couldn’t waste a second when she could be—

He turned the corner, saw her lying there frightfully still. He grabbed her ankle, and she stirred faintly at his touch. While a shudder of revulsion passed through him he didn’t let that stop him as he leaned over her body, taking her by her shoulder, his other hand on her hip. He hadn’t touched her in so long—she was so small. He tried to be gentle, but he was not a gentle man, and she groaned in pain as he rolled her over. 

The knife was free of the sheath hidden in her sleeve before she was even fully turned, and its wickedly sharp point settled beneath her breast with practised precision. Kaz almost dropped her. 

“May the Saints receive me,” she whispered. 

“No!” He grabbed her wrist, felt her pull against it, but his grip was iron. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even hold the knife, which fell from her grip with a clatter. 

He struggled to find his voice. “Not just yet, Inej,” he said. His grip didn’t loosen. 

There was no way to be gentle about it, but he slipped the knife back in its sheath and scooped her up, pushing the sound of her pained moans somewhere deep in his mind where he couldn’t touch it, where it wouldn’t drive him insane until he needed it to. I got Brekker’s Wraith. 

He jumped down, and though he expected it, the sharp explosion of pain in his leg was staggering.  For several moments his world flashed hot and white. He squeezed Inej closer to his chest—her body was limp, and though she didn't weigh much she felt oddly heavy. Perhaps he forgot gravity acted on her the same as everyone else, because he’d seen her move like she weighed nothing, and now she was here, almost dead in his arms—

Not dead,  he thought, gritting his teeth. He began to run, each step a fresh burst of agony through his bad leg, but he ignored it. His cane lay tucked in his arm, useless, digging into Inej’s back between her shoulder blades. His Wraith. She’s not dead. 

She groaned, head lolling with the rough, unevenness of his gait. “Did we win?”

He inhaled sharply. “I’m here, aren’t I?” He didn’t want her to ask about winning, or what happened, or how his plan went to hell and left her bleeding, clinging desperately to life. Not for the first time, a dark, gleeful voice—Jordie’s voice—reminded him. 

I’m here, he thought instead, but he wasn’t willing to look down at her.  

“I don’t want to die, Kaz.”

Her voice was small and quiet, and no knife could be more precise carving through his insides and piercing his heart. He swore he’d protect her. He was the worst sort of liar. “I’ll do my best to make other arrangements for you,” he said. He knew it would upset her, and he hated himself for it, but she needed a fire in her to pull through this, and anger was the kind he was most adept at stoking.

He waited for her retort, for an indignant sniff, a righteous proverb—anything—but she remained quiet. “Keep talking Wraith,” he demanded, his voice wavering. “Don’t slip away from me.” Not now. He always knew when she eventually left him it would be his fault, but if he got her killed…

Her head lolled against his chest, and she gave another soft groan. “But it’s… what I do best.” Her eyes were shut. 

He squeezed her tighter again, not caring if it made it harder for her to breathe. He hadn’t been this close to her since he became Dirtyhands, and even through the pain and the panic and the blinding rage, he felt the edges of nausea. He clutched her tighter anyway. She wasn’t going to die in his arms. She couldn’t. “Just… just make it to the schooner,” he said. His words sounded desperate even to his own ears. It had been a long time since he held her—it had been longer since he begged for anything. “Open your damn eyes, Inej.”

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I just realised this is the second snippet I've posted; the first is here.

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! It's ya girl back with more! This chapter's a bit dark but like its for the plot so....

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Swearing, threatening, verbal assault, (lmk if i need to add something here!)

Made of Glass

Chapter seven: Smooth

Latrine duty was worse than it sounded but at least she wasn't alone. Five men were on their knees next to her.

George Luz and Donald Malarkey were the only guys cleaning latrines that she was previously friendly with. Birdie had officially introduced herself to Tipper and Shifty while scrubbing toilets. She'd tried not to think about it too much when she shook their hands, grimacing.

And lastly, tormenting her in the lavatories was Joseph Liebgott.

She had only ever butted heads with him and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. He rolled his eyes when she spoke and she made faces at him when his back was turned.

George caught her sticking her tongue out at the behind Liebgott's head once and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Which had caused her to giggle and caught the man's attention, he scoffed at the pair who were apparently laughing at nothing.

“You're doing it wrong.” Liebgott told the woman in the stall next to him. Birdie audibly sighed,

“By all means; do it for me, then.” She invited but instead of taking over her task, he decided to fling an underhanded comment her way.

“Aren't women supposed to be good at cleaning?”

“Yeah? Well that's why I'm here and not a ‘good little housewife’ for some sorry fool.” Birdie was starting to reach her limit of face time with Liebgott. She brushed off everything he said with her own witty reply but she could only take so much of his attitude before she began souring, he was actually starting to piss her off.

“The man who marries you would be a fool.” Joe mumbled loud enough for her to hear. Birdie was about to retort when another voice interrupted.

“Children, children, please! Enough with the bickering, just kiss already!” It was George who tried to break up the endless insults between them, although his tone was full of delight. He attempted to keep the mood up but he was enjoying their spiteful remarks a little too much.

“Good thing I’m kneeling over a toilet, cause I just threw up a bit.” Bernadette fake gagged to emphasise her point.

“Oh yeah? Well you-“ Liebgott began but the Liebgott-Birdie banter was cut off once again.

“Oh my God! I can’t take it anymore!" Malarkey called out.

“These two are going drive us all insane!” Tipper added earning chuckles from the group excluding Birdie and Liebgott who glowered at each other and returned to their work.

Maybe ignoring one another was the best course of action.

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Sparkling lavatories meant the six cleaners were released, permitted to spend the rest of the Saturday afternoon as they pleased.

Bernadette had dashed for the showers, making an effort to rid her body and hair of the lingering smell; a sickly mixture of sweat, cleaning products and an outhouse.

She let her damp hair hang down her back, allowing it to air dry on her way to her barracks. Birdie had decided to spend her time off replying to the multitude of letters she had begun receiving from her hometown. The latest letter accrued that very morning was from her oldest sister, Helen and she was itching to read it.

Her mind was off in the clouds, wondering what her relations were up to and what news might be waiting for her. Birdie's legs automatically took the route to her sleeping quarters, now known off by heart. She rounded the corner, still a few minutes away from her destination and noticed a group of uniformed men circled around and passing smokes between them.

Birdie gave them a brief smile and no second thought, aiming to cruise past them. It seemed as though they had other plans in mind.

“Well hello, beautiful.” The tallest man of the group smiled and the three men with him chuckled along as if he was a comedian. Whatever joke he was telling did not fill Birdie with joy. She slowed her pace and swallowed the salvia forming in her mouth, suddenly anxious to return to the women's building.

“Afternoon.” She spoke curtly, stepping around them only to be stopped when he moved in her path.

“Now, where do you think you're going, huh? We just want to talk.” His grin made Birdie jittery, she looked around hoping someone she knew would walk by, she'd even found herself wishing to see her CO so that he would send her up Currahee, far away from these strangers.

She heard a shuffle of feet behind her and kicked herself when she realised two of the guys had split off and come up at her rear.

The four men stepped to her, until they were close enough that she could feel the exhaled puff of their cigarettes on her from all angles.

Birdie tried her best to glare at them, the tallest man in particular. He raised his hand toward her and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek, cooing a: 'Come on now, girly.'

The second his skin touched hers a nauseating feeling churned in her stomach, she slapped his outstretched hand away and growled aggressively, “Don't touch me!”

This only caused the men around her to laugh at her and spurred two others to reach out at her, skimming her arm or toying with her hair. The southern girls heart pounded, she began imagining the most efficient way to smack him up side the head and which direction to sprint in.

“Don't be a fuckin' tease.” One hissed into her ear, she flinched away from his voice and curled her fist up, ready to punch her way out of the men encircling her like a pack of lions hunting down their prey.

“The fuck?” A familiar voice vocalised from the direction she had come from. She could have cried out in relief when three Easy company men came into her view.

Tipper, her newly formed acquaintance, stood by Liebgott and a man she was yet to converse with, labelled Grant.

The trio advanced aggressively towards the surrounded lady, causing three of the men to stumble backwards away from the brunette lady.

The leader of their gang pressed himself closer to her before her comrades reached the two and simultaneously pulled on her arm, causing her to lose her balance and lean into him. She let out a yelp at his quick action.

“This isn't over. Watch your back.” He whispered, then adding louder, “Bitch.” The offending men disappeared and Birdie was left stunned.

All three Easy guys arrived which arms reach, too late to fend off her would be attackers. They took slowed steps in her direction like they were scared of spooking her.

“You okay?” Grant asked her gently. She feet were welded to the spot they left her in and her eyes couldn't be torn away from the area she last saw them.

“Who were those guys?” Tipper wondered.

“Fuckin' assholes.” Liebgott answered, glaring in the direction they scampered off in. He turned to the clearly shaken girl, “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine....” Bernadette murmured, she was still in a state of shock, playing through the events in her mind. Why hadn't she done something sooner? Was her first instinct really to freeze up like that?

“Birdie, if they-”

“Jesus! I said I'm fuckin' fine.” The woman raised her voice, something none of the men had experience yet.

“I was just asking if-” Liebgott was cut off again by her harsh voice.

“Well stop askin'. I can take care of myself.” Her body shifted into action, finally thawing out enough to move and she stomped past them in the direction she was headed in to begin with. It was Joe's turn to huff this time. He was just trying to be nice and check on her, what was her problem?

“Yeah, it sure looked like it.” The second he said the words, he regretted them. Grant and Tipper tensed and Birdie stopped in her tracks.

“Fuck off, Liebgott.” And she was gone. Joe was left to watch her figure retreat with a pit of guilt settling in his stomach.

“Smooth.” Tipper pretended to hide his comment in a cough, which earned a stern look from his friend.

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Her mail was forgotten in her footlocker for safe keeping.

Bernadette sat on her cot listening to her friends conversing. She smiled and nodded, hiding any indication that something was amiss. The last thing she wanted was the women questioning her or trying to convince her to tell someone. She would happily move on an ignore the events of the day.

“Hey.” A honey sweet voice pulled her focus from the larger group of women. The blonde girl who slept in the cot next to her had gained her attention.

“How you holding up?”

“Huh?” Had someone told her what happened? Were rumours spreading already? Birdie's breaths quickened awaiting an explanation from the sweet medic who had moved to sit on Birdie's bed with her.

“I heard about the night duty.... and the extra PT... and something about a circle?” Her brow quirked upwards, a warm smile curled into her lips.

Oh. “Oh!” She smiled back at the Dog company blonde.

“Yeah, um... my CO... he's just testing me, I suppose.” Birdie chuckled. She didn't want to speak too badly of Sobel in case things got back to him or Sergeant Evans was hiding under her bunk (she wouldn't put it passed him).

Constance asked Birdie more about adjusting to Easy and in turn told her about Dog company. The two shared a story or two about home, Connie spoke about her five sisters, they were all nurses taking after their mother.

“And then my oldest sister told him to shove off!” The pair cackled like two hens. Birdie grabbed at her stomach, her cheeks ached from laughing so hard. She had to grab onto Connie's arm to stop her from rolling off the single cot as she giggled, wiggling too close to the edge. This only caused another bout of laughter between them.

“Oh! My sister!” Birdie's laughter died down when she recalled the unopened letter and dove for her footlocker. She ripped it open and took a second to scan it. Her small smile turned into a mammoth grin the further down she read.

“Good news?” Connie inquired, curiously.

“My sister's havin' another baby!” Birdie declared, the room full of women heard her announcement and cheered, congratulating her on a second niece or nephew. That sparked the ladies to pull out family pictures and talk about their loved ones proudly.

Birdie reveled in this moment, all the women were chatting happily, forming the bond only close friends and sisters shared.

Francesca stood between the door and the butt barrel, watching and puffed away silently. The faintest hint of an amused expression found it's way onto her face. She locked eyes with Bernadette and the two shared a pleased look. Francesca gave the southerner an approving nod; she recognised Birdie as the glue pulling the group together.

Birdie winked at the woman then turned to review a photo that had been shoved in her direction.

A/N: I purposefully haven't named the shady guys in this chapter and they will stay unnamed cause why would I waste time on assholes like that? Till next time x

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter eight

[rayons1only1started]

Tawy

Since I last saw Red, which was a few minutes ago, he has passed out. I feel so bad for him. I can only imagine what being Ash's victim could be like. Whatever it was telling him, it was too much for him.

Poor Red.

I hope Tawny gets here fast.

Red can't last like this a lot longer. I can't either, watching him.

I should tell the Rainbow Friends what I know. But I simply can't. It's not their burden to bear, even if they want to. They don't know how lucky they are.

I then heard a sound that didn't belong to any of the Friends. Someone dragging their legs along the ground, and breathing heavily. Could that be-?

Tawny?

"Tawny?"

"Davis? Are you in there?" [Davis was in the infirmity, and Tawy was walking through the shrub maze.]

"Oh my gosh I'm so glad you came, Trenton- Tawny? Why do you... look like that?" I asked, for the being that turned the corner didn't look like the Tawny I knew. Or sound like her, for it spoke in a rough, deeper, slightly cracked voice. Tawny was wearing an AViVA hoodie, with a hood long enough to hide her eyes. Over her mouth was a red mask with a snarl on it. She was also wearing torn black emo jeans. And was completely soaked.

"I got used to people, Davis. "

"Also, I crashed my car on my way here. You don't have any coffee around do you? I've been up all night." this may have seemed rude, but for Tawy it was positively nice. 

"Sorry Tawny, I don't think there is any coffee around here." I responded, sounding a bit surprised.

"Oh well, the day was meant to go bad. And could you call me Tawy? The others call me that. Well, the few times they addressed me by name, and not bitch, or other colorful names." Tawny said as she plopped down on the chair that I wasn't sitting in.

"Where's Trenton? You guys looked so cute together. Did he break up with you?" Tawy asked yawning, promptly ignoring the cots.

I responded really fast, too fast, with a faint blush on my face; "We were never together, or in love, and he is... a bit broken."  I was a little shaken at the last part.

Tawy looked at him from under her hood. "It's obvious that you both liked each other. Please tell me you noticed that, and didn't think that he never acted strange around you. And what the fuck do you mean 'Broken'?" She inquired.

I blushed harder still, but my expression was of a mourner at a funeral. "I think he freed Ash. Then Ash drove him insane. Then a few minutes ago he blacked out." I replied "Do you know how Ash speaks?"

"Yeah, but I sure hope that I don't have to hear that bastard's voice again, because the first and last time I heard it, it was screaming curse words at me in pain. And its voice... it's unearthly. Like, where have you ever heard that voice? Fucking unearthly." Tawy remarked.

"That's its real voice. It apparently was in too much pain to use its softer ones. It would Never use its real voice on purpose. I don't know why. Perhaps It doesn't like it. But to the point. Ash's other voices are soft and feathery, and if you don't know about that you will think it is your own conscience. Now imagine, those soft, feathery voices, that you think are yourself whispering all your worst fears, all your traumas, confirming them, and you can't escape."

"You can't get away. They will drive insane." I made it worse, picturing Trenton, stuck with all that.

"Damn. I knew Trenton was dealing with horrible stuff, but that, that is just fucking disgusting. I mean, trapping your victim with those hell angel voices, that's just honor-less. Ash is such a piece of shit. Who, who would do this?" Tawy is right in every way.

"Damn. Poor Trenton. Stuck with the hell angels telling him you don't like him." Tawy's face may have been hidden, but I could tell she was smirking.

"Fuck you, Tawy. Since when were you such a smart alec?" I didn't even blush this time. And how could she joke about this?

"At least I'm not- nevermind. You didn't fully answer my question. Where is Trenton?"

"He's right over there. Second cot." I couldn't stand to look as I gave instructions.

Tawy went over to Trenton's cot. 

"Poor Trenton."

I nodded in agreement.

"So, what are we going to do about this? Just track down the sick motherfucker and *Tawy drew a line across her throat*."

"That's the plan, so far. I don't really know, maybe I'll distract it and you'll go and stab it. But later. I want to get some sleep. Also, try and hide yourself from Ash. It doesn't know you are here." I told Tawy. I'd been up all night.

She left, leaving me alone with Trenton. He was still out. Was it really obvious I loved him? Were all the things Tawy said true? Were me and Trenton really this blind?

I'd give anything to be like before, even if we were just friends. 

I simply can't believe he is insane.

If Trenton was still sane, what would have happened?

Did he even realize that the voices weren't his conscience?

Just wait Trenton, we'll make Ash pay for this.

I should go to sleep.

I should.

I can't!

----------------Time skip-----------------

"Davis! Get your ass up and come do something about Trenton!" a rough voice came through my semi-conscious state.

"Huh...? Is he awake..?"I groaned, not happy that Tawy had woken me up.

"Noooo, I just wanted you to look at your boyfriend. Yes, dipshit, he's awake!". Wow. Tawy really needs to drop the sarcasm and quit taunting me about Trenton. We're not together. Or in love.

I sat up, my cheeks burning. How does she even come up with these phrases?

"Be careful around him; he thinks you'll hurt him." I told Tawy before she could bound over there and have Trenton blackout again.

"I wasn't going to do anything, you go tell your boyfriend we're all friends. I don't want to make him blackout." Damn. Such sass.

"You just want to ship us. And we aren't in love!" I said angrily, as I headed over to Trenton's cot.

"Sure, dipshit. Want me to leave so you can make out in peace?" she offered innocently. 

"WE AREN'T IN LOVE!" I practically shouted, but not loud enough for Trenton to flinch.

"Well, I'll be 'round the corner chatting with some random Rainbow Friend. You two make out in peace!" with that Tawy waved and left, and I could tell she was smirking. Someone has to do something about all that sass.

I sigh. I'm not sure Trenton can recognize me. And if he can, why in the world would he care about my god forsaken feelings? 

I have to try. "Trenton?"

He sat up away from me, like last time. And he looked even more scared. 

"Trenton. I know you can hear some voices in your head. They aren't you. They aren't your conscience. They are someone named Ash. Ash is messing with your head." I paused, looking down.

"Don't believe what it tells you. I will come up with a plan soon. Just hold on." I looked back at him, and he was staring unblinking back at me, full of pain and confusion. 

I took his hand, this time allowing him to take it back. He didn't, but still flinched with the contact.

"Trenton, can you say anything?". He probably can't.

"... stay... ash... can't... no...   .... stay... n... o... pl... e... a... s... e..." he whispered, clearly in pain. Oh god, his voice. That bitch Ash.

"I'll stay. Please tell me you want me to leave." I told him, though I doubt he would like that. I moved to sit next to him. He actually didn't seem to be afraid of that.

He seemed to look even more confused at this, but that made his eyes a bit less clouded with pain. Poor Trenton. I wish I could help him more.

Just then, he whisper shouted "... stop... no... stay... no... no... no... not... please... stay... stop... no... hurts... stop... no... no... stop... " and started clutching at his head.

I got up quickly, but Trenton didn't stop. 

"... no... stay... please... stop... stop... sorry... sorry... no... plea... se... stop... st... op... stay... no... wait... stay... no... st... ay... w... ai... t... s... t... a...y... s... o... r... r...y... no... n... o... n... o...   "

I shouted "TAWY! GET YOUR ASS HERE!" and started toward Trenton. His words were growing more spread out, and softer. Just I was close enough to touch him, he turned his head toward me, and collapsed. I caught him, but he was already out. "TAWY!"

She turned the corner, her mask off, scowling. "What. Me and Green were- OH SHIT!". I take it that she saw Trenton. 

"So... Ash?"

"YES ASH! I WOULDN'T DO THIS TO HIM!" I shouted. I put Trenton back on his cot as Tawy walked over.

"Davis? I think it's time to see Ash." I ignored her, my eyes still on Trenton. Even unconscious he looked in pain, but that didn't make him seem any less cuter. I wanted to KILL Ash for this.

"Davis? You done admiring your boyfriend?" TAWY!

"WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!!! FOR THE LAST TIME!" NOT NOW!

"Ok ok, jez, cool your annoying ass down." Tawy said, but I could tell she was trying hard not to snap back.

"Let's find Ash.". Tawy nodded.

Fuck you so damn bad Ash! Why are you taking your anger out on Trenton?! Why the hell are you like this, cruel and heartless?! Why did I even create you?!

[cicidarkarts]

Blood Defied - 5: The Forbidden Forest

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“I heard Painter is going out with Gaunt,” said the hushed whispers at the back of the library.

Credence pushed forward, willing her slowing legs to move. The voices became clearer. 

“The Muggle-born? Is she insane?” “Right? It’s like she doesn’t know anything about the House of Gaunt.” "I'm half-blood and even I'm terrified of that family." "She's going to—"

The gossip stopped as soon as she entered the study area. Everyone who had been huddled and talking hurried to their books and continued studying as if nothing happened. Walking through the aisle to the shelf she needed, she felt their burning stares upon her back. She snatched her book—Rearing Young Thestrals—and turned to leave. More eyes shot toward their papers. Credence rushed past the tables again, her head low, then whipped around the corner. 

Whispers continued as she went. She just wanted to get back to her common room and ignore all the gossip. When she reached the door, someone else opened it from the other side. Sebastian entered with a quill clamped between his lips and a roll of parchment under his arm. He smiled and took the quill with his now-freed hand. 

"Hey, Credence! Good to see you." "Yeah. You, too." "It's funny we should run into each other. Walk with me a second, could you?"

She followed him as he headed toward the east side of the library.

"I just came here to do a little research," he said. "What about you?" "I'm looking into thestral rearing now that our newborn is stronger. What research are you doing?" "I'm, uh, looking into magical maladies caused by dark magic. See, the thing is…" 

He turned the corner near the Restricted Section. Facing her and lowering his voice, he whispered, 

"That sort of thing is only in the Restricted Section. I hear Professor Howin gave you a key to get in so you could research endangered beasts." "Sebastian, no," she whispered back. "I know where you're going with this and you're gonna get us both in serious trouble." "It's only for a few minutes. We're in, we're out. No harm." "No harm? If I have my key revoked and get banned from the Restricted Section for this, I won't be able to study properly." "We won't get caught, I promise." "Sebastian…"

His eyes widened, thick brows knitted, and pink lips pursed as he tried to look as pathetic as possible. If he performed any better, she was sure a tear or two could slip out. 

"Please, Cree? It's to help Anne get well."

She frowned, observing that cute freckled face and those big brown eyes. If there was anything she could've done for her brother to keep him alive, she would've taken the plunge. She simply couldn't say no. To avoid trouble, she and Sebastian came up with a (possibly) foolproof method. Sebastian used his Disillusionment charm to hide beside Credence as she casually headed for the Restricted Section. Her sweaty fingers slipped off her key at first, dropping it deeper into her enchanted satchel before she retrieved it again. She opened the gate and locked it behind her.

Once in the basement, he undid his charm and headed straight for the dark arts section. Credence went to her own section, figuring she could take the chance to answer a burning question. The books on rare and endangered creatures, how to breed beasts, and other such research were kept locked away. She slid her fingers over the alphabetical titles. Endangered Beasts of the Americas, Husbandry by Beast—skip, skip, skip—

There. Serpents: Facts and Myths. She picked it up and scanned through the table of contents.

"Find what you were looking for?" Sebastian asked from across the room.  "Looks like it. You?" "Hard to say. I think I need to grab a few."

They met up in the middle of the room, her book in hand and a stack in his arms. She opened her satchel and he stuck the books inside. 

"That's an awesome enchantment," he said. “You’ll have to teach it to me sometime.” "Let's hurry before someone else shows up."

And she led him out with no incidents. By the time they exited the library, her racing heart finally slowed. Sebastian stopped his charm in the entryway before stepping out into Central Hall, looking unmussed. He grinned at her as she piled the books in his arms. 

"You only have two weeks with these," she said. "That's when I gotta get my key renewed and if any of the Professors notice that those books are attached to my key, we're both gonna get caught." "I got it, I got it," he said. "Thanks so much, Cree. I won't get either of us in trouble, I promise."

She watched for a moment as Sebastian walked away, wondering if letting him have those books was a good idea. The darkness in his eyes that day on the beach made her shudder. 

That weekend, she traveled to Hogsmeade in search of an unusual ingredient. Jane, while stronger, still struggled to put on weight. According to her thestral rearing book, if she could find the bloated fungal cap she could use it, lavender, and moonstone as an appetite stimulant to convince Jane to nurse more often. So she searched around various shops, only to find nothing.

Since she'd walked about and chatted with shopkeepers for a couple of hours, she headed into the Three Broomsticks for a drink. Inside the rustic inn were plenty of her colleagues, and people she didn't know at all. She had a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. 

"Wandering Hogsmeade at this time of day?" asked a flamboyant voice near the fireplace. "Where is your usual accomplice, hmmm?" "Mind your business, you little coxcomb."

She whirled around so fast the moment she recognized Ominis' voice. He was speaking with a portrait of a man dressed in old extravagant clothes. It was a far cry from Ominis’ casual long-sleeved shirt and open vest combination. The painting scoffed.

"So extremely rude! I'm just trying to keep you and your freckle-faced thug of a friend out of trouble." "Keep bad-mouthing Sebastian and I'll set your portrait on fire." "You wouldn't dare!" "Would you like to find out?"

The portrait went quiet. Ominis turned toward the entrance with his wand out. He seemed to be leaving, but Credence called,

"Hey, Ominis!" He grinned and followed her voice. "Hello, Cree. Enjoying your day at Hogsmeade?" "I guess so. Just trying to find a bloated fungal cap, mostly. For Jane." He took a stool beside her. "Have you tried Dogweed and Deathcap?" "I haven't. I don't even know where that is." Ominis shook his head. "You could've asked me to help you." "I know. I have problems asking for help." "Well, when you've finished your drink, I'm going to forcibly lead you there so we can figure this out."

Sure enough, the moment she was done, Ominis got up and walked with her. She followed him through the cobble streets and up a set of stairs toward the plaza for Honeydukes.

“It’s only a little ways off the bridge to our left,” he said. "You know this place well.”  "I've been coming here for years. It's a bit lively, but I enjoy shops like Honeydukes and Steepley and Sons. Well worth enduring the relentless noise."

She had to agree about the noise. But as they crossed the aforementioned mossy bridge, the sounds of Hogsmeade died down in favor of birdsong and grasshoppers. They traveled up a hill and toward a ratty little hovel nestled into the rocky cliff, all while chatting about their subjects, his violin playing, and her luck with Jane and the other thestrals.

When they entered the shop, the owner greeted them. She was an older witch with primped hair, green flowery clothes and brimmed hat, and a kindly smile. Credence inquired about the caps.

"Bloated fungal cap, you say? It just so happens that I don't have any. But I know where you can find some, if you're brave enough." "That depends," said Credence. "Where are we talking, exactly?" "The Forbidden Forest, my dear. Shouldn’t be too difficult for such a young witch—not with a strong, capable wizard by your side." She glanced at Ominis, smirking. "What do you say, Mr. Savior? Would you protect a sweet, innocent, delicate witch if she needed to go to the Forbidden Forest?" "Of course I would. If you find one of those, do let me know." She nudged him with her elbow.

The shopkeeper wrote down the directions to the mushrooms and sent Credence and Ominis on their way. Outside, Ominis expressed his worry. 

He said, "I know I put on a good show in there—" "Amazing acting." "Thank you. But I do have to press the dangerousness of our situation. Have you ever been in that forest? It's crawling with thornback spiders, dugbogs, dark wizards, and some say even werewolves." "It doesn't matter to me. I swore that I would protect Jane, and if this is what I have to do to ensure her survival, then it's what I'll do." "You're a brave witch, Cree." "You don't have to go if you don’t want to." "If you're in, then I'm in. We need to watch each other's backs." "The blind guy is gonna watch my back?" "You know what I mean."

She giggled, unbothered by the idea of going into the Forbidden Forest. Having been in wars made danger seem less dangerous. Still, as they followed the directions, she kept an eye out for any possible threats.

"According to these directions," she said, "they're only a short way into the forest, near a glowing pond. Makes sense, the book did say they're a marshy fungus." "Sounds like we've got trouble approaching."

Credence couldn't hear the commotion, but she felt the vibrations under her feet and in the air. Before them, on the path they needed to take, was a thick web next to a sign that said Beware of Spiders. 

"Spiders freak me out," said Credence, shuddering. Ominis grabbed her hand and gently squeezed. "I'm here. We can do this, for Jane."

Her heart fluttered at his touch. His hand felt large against hers, not calloused but not soft, either. Certainly less sweaty… She observed his face, those seven lovely beauty marks, and his confident, regal smile. She laced their fingers. With their wands at the ready, they headed down the path.

Within, spiders scurried all along the dirt walls of the sunken path, scuttling in and out of deep tree roots. Some hung from webs along the bough. The moment one noticed them, it seemed all did, and the spiders converged upon her and Ominis.

"Confringo!" he shouted, setting a few ablaze in one shot. "Descendo!" Credence cried, slamming one down from a great height.

When a spider spit its venom at them, Credence felt her Protego burst forth on its own accord. The huge shield kept both her and Ominis safe, leaving Ominis free to cast a strong Diffindo. Several spiders fell to his prowess. Credence cast a Confringo of her own, and that sent the rest of the spiders scattering. She and Ominis waited—Ominis listening and Credence feeling. The vibrations scurried farther away before fading out.

Ominis tugged on her hand and they kept walking. Just beyond the spider path was the emerald green pool indicated on the map. Mossy trees overlooked the small lake. Fireflies made their homes comfortably around the water, floating above the lake and dipping down for a drink. A small herd of deer drank on the other side.

"This has gotta be it," Credence said, making the deer leap away. "Smells very marshy here." "Yeah. It's gorgeous."

They split up to search the perimeter. On the side near a dark cave, Credence found them: a cluster of brown mushrooms with large, cracked tops. She collected them, leaving a little leftover stem for them to propagate once more.

By the time they had finished, Credence and Ominis had several jars full of the stuff between them, and they filled her satchel to the brim.

"Useful satchel," said Ominis, taking her hand again. "You'll have to teach me that enchantment sometime." "You and Sebastian. He saw me stack a bunch of his books in here the other day and was floored." "Books?" he asked as they headed back. "Yeah, we picked up some in the library the other day." "What was he doing in the library?" That seemed like a strange question, but she answered honestly. "He wanted to get into the Restricted Section." Ominis' hand tightened on hers. "Hm, did he now? And you…?" "I, uh— I let him come with me. He picked up some books and promised he wouldn't get me into trouble." "That's not what worries me. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you didn't get into trouble, but…" "I understand, Ominis. It was dark arts books and I'm worried about him, too. I mean, just the idea of running into some of Ranrok's loyalists last month had him practically foaming at the mouth. It was… scary." Ominis nodded solemnly. "Yes, he's got quite a vendetta against goblins after what they did to Anne. He told me that the only reason he didn't go looking for a fight was because of you. Thank you for that, Cree. He really doesn't know when to quit." “I’m sorry, Ominis. Now that I see how anxious you are about it, I feel just awful that I let Sebastian talk me into letting him in the Restricted Section. But when he said it was for Anne, it just reminded me so much of my brother. I’d give anything to have him back so I knew Sebastian would—...” “It’s okay, Cree. Please don’t beat yourself up, you didn’t know. Sebastian has a way of being able to sway people. I’m going to have a talk with him when I see him next.”

Then, silence… She chewed her lip, rolling it all over in her mind. Her imagination saw Sebastian’s dark eyes growing ever darker as he read over those damned books. But she also saw his faceless sister coughing and gasping for life the same way her brother had before he collapsed. Her own eyes reflected in Sebastian’s now—

Ominis’ thumb ran gingerly along hers, shaking her out of her thoughts. She noticed then how hard she gripped his hand, her fingers between his practically choking the life out of them. When she glanced down, she saw his fingers were a bit red, and her knuckles were white. She relaxed her grip.

“Sorry,” she said. “Don’t worry about it. Are you all right?" "Yeah, I think so. Just unpleasant memories. I need to think about Jane, though. Once I get these mushrooms back, I have to start on her potion." "I think it'll work out for her. She's in capable hands." "Oh, stop, you're making me blush." He chuckled. "I wish I could see that. I bet you look adorable when you blush."

Okay, now she was truly blushing. Her warm cheeks urged her to look away from him, but even in the growing darkness of the forest, she was struck by the sight of his cheeks turning pink as well. Was he teasing? Were her eyes playing tricks due to the hope that he wasn't messing with her?

By the time they reached the end of the Forbidden Forest, and thus the light of the pathway from the enchanted lanterns, his face was its normal pale complexion. They traveled hand-in-hand up the pathway toward the castle, conversations turning lighter as they discussed their coming week’s classes. Even this late at night, Credence wanted to go to the beasts classroom to get started on her potion for Jane. So at the fountain in the courtyard, they said their goodbyes.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight,” she said. “You really helped out with those spiders.” He smiled. “It was no problem. Don’t hesitate to ask me for help next time.”

She bit her lip at his gorgeous smile. Rumors and unfounded worries be damned. People didn’t know what they were talking about. Everything she knew thus far about Ominis told her that he was a kind and gentle soul. Leaning in, she pecked a kiss on his cheek. The surprise and sudden deep red of his cheeks were almost as beautiful as his smile had been.

“Goodnight, Ominis.” “Goodnight, Cree.”

He sounded so lost in reverie, his expression changing to that of a dreamy, relaxed calm. She committed his contentment to memory as they split off for the evening.

[pearlll09]

holy shit that ghost story is insane!! but what about a kohl’s ghost? 👀

Okay so like. I worked at Kohls for almost a year right? Was sometime last summer until this spring. Well one of my close coworkers was very superstitious and actually told me there were three separate ghosts in our store. One on the floor, one in the large secluded stockroom, and one that covered the entirety of the employees breakroom, locker room, offices, and two other stockrooms accessible through one employees only door. They had tons of stories of their own encounters, from watching a breakroom chair move while no one was around to hearing people around when they worked nightshift and were alone, but I'm here to talk about my encounters with the ghosts.

Just to be clear, so that you know what I was doing whenever I encountered them: I was part of the online fulfillment team, running around and finding the orders we were sent from wherever I needed to, whether it was any of our stockrooms or the floor itself.

I don't think I ever truly encountered the ghost on the floor. I was told she was helpful, so yes there were a few times I chanced upon the thing I was looking for that would have been next to impossible to find but weren't, but I can't say for sure.

The one that covered that really large back area of the store I for sure encountered once. It might be more than once idk maybe once or twice when I was alone in the stockroom but didn't really feel alone, but I can only name one instance for sure. Now, this was apparently a child ghost, and this ghost would, occasionally, briefly come out of the back room and into our small toy section near the stockrooms the kid ghost usually hung out in. I was alone one night (say, 8pm?) in the toy section, up on a stepstool, reaching up for something on the top shelf I needed to get down. I am a few feet away from the other wall full of more shelves because it's a corner. As I'm reaching for this thing one of the toys on the other wall goes off on it's own. This wasn't one of the stupid motion activated toys either, this was something that had to be pressed and I was the only one nearby and wasn't even close enough to touch it. Trust me, it almost knocked me off of the stool I was startled by the sudden sound.

Now, apparently the other stockroom ghost was a bit of a trickster. I personally only ever encountered them once, but I heard other stories of things disappearing when they shouldn't have, including some of our electronics that someone sat down and went to pick up and couldn't find it. I was up there for some order, getting a few towels off the shelves on the one end. I scan the towels in, am looking down at my screen, and the next thing is some pillows in the same stockroom. I need two, it says there are two or three in the stockroom, they're down at the other end of the room. Simple, right?

No.

I immediately look up to walk to the other side of the room and there, on one of the empty towel shelves, is a pillow. One of the ones I need, to be exact. I do Not Trust This Pillow. I willfully ignore it and continue down to the pillows, get to the right shelf, look up, and. There's only one of the pillows I need. I reach up, it's just a little over my head, so I'm trying to pull it out of the pile, and as if to mock me for not taking the ghost's help, all of the pillows on the shelf fall off with it. I shamefully pull the stool over, put the pillows back, take the pillow I need, and go back to the other pillow that was hiding in the towels.

In one last act of retribution for not taking it, the pillow is full of static and shocks me as soon as I touch it.

[winchester-books]

Girl Like You

Based On: Outer Banks

Characters: Kie, Reader (Kie’s sister), JJ x reader (kinda)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 300

A/N: maybe i’ll do a part 2 ? lmk !

Request (anon): reader (kie’s sister) being afraid to tell jj that she likes him cause she feels like he doesn’t like her back and when kie notices she asks her sister questions and she (reader) says that she always compared herself to kie cause she thought that jj would like a girl like kie and not her

You stared at the fire, chewing at your thumbnail as you let your mind trail off. The rest of the pogues were all deep in conversation about an upcoming party. They were all too engulfed in their convo to notice how out of it you were- well, all except your sister.

Kie had noticed the last few weeks you had been abnormally quiet and too caught up in your own thoughts to really pay attention to those around you. But what had really tipped her off was that you had started biting your thumbnail again- an old nervous habit you had broken long ago.

"I'm gonna go grab some more snacks," Kie announced, standing up and turning to the house, "Y/N, do you mind helping me?"

"Huh?" You snapped out of your daze, looking at your sister with furrowed brows as you tried to decipher what she had just said.

"Will you help me grab snacks?" She repeated with an eye roll.

"Oh yeah- sure," you said quickly, standing up and following Kie inside.The second the door shut, she turned around to face you, "What's going on with you?"

"What? N-Nothing," you said, ignoring the blush forming on your face.

Your sister gave you an unamused look, "Y/N/N, come on, you're not fooling me," she deadpanned, "Now just tell me, what's been going on,"

"It's nothing really... I just," you sighed, brushing your hair out of your eyes, "I just don't know what to do,"

"About...." Kie dragged out the word as she pried, trying to get you to tell her the truth about whatever had been going on.

"I like a guy," your voice came out as a whisper, and you could barely look her in the eye as you said it.

"Seriously? All this over a guy?" Kie laughed, a grin across her face, "Aw, little Y/N's got a crush!" She teased, wrapping her arm around you and giving your shoulder a squeeze.

You shook your head, "No, Kie... it's not just any guy, okay...

"Oh, come on, Y/N,"

"It's JJ," you blurted out. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders as you finally told someone about what had been gnawing at you for weeks.

"Really?" She said, raising her brows in shock as you came clean.

You rubbed the back of your neck, "I know, I know, it's stupid- but I can't stop thinking about telling him how I feel. I just wanna get it off my chest," you took a breath, "But I could never do that, 'no pogue in pogue macking'..." you repeated the rule solemnly, "Plus, it's not like JJ would ever like a girl like me

"Like a girl like you?" Kie gave you an odd look, "Y/N, what do you mean? Any guy would be more than lucky to have you,"

"Oh come on, Kie," you rolled your eyes at your sister's attempt to make you feel better, "How would JJ ever even look at me like that when you're here,"

"Y/N," Kie's eyes softened as she saw how much this was bothering you.

"I can't compete with you, Kie," you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, "You're basically perfect- you're funny, and gorgeous, and sweet, and-"

"Y/N," she cut you off. "Y/N/N, don't compare yourself to me, or anyone else. You're gorgeous- and hilarious and one of the kindest people I know. And any guy would be insane not to see that," she gently wiped the tears from your eyes and pulled you into a hug.

"Thanks, Kie," You said, your voice muffled by her hair.

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[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

PART 2 OF HEADS WILL ROLL

SYNOPSIS: Whenever school is in session, Eren will just keep finding new places to corner you.

PAIRING: BULLY! EREN x FEM! READER

DEDICATED TO: you guys, always you guys.

WARNINGS: unedited, slight dubcon, groping, degradation, bullying,

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

Gooooood Morning Paradis Birds! Remember to give a big round of applause to the football team for clutching the victory against reigning champion Marley High! We stay undefeated thanks to our excellent and hardworking team. Special shoutout to Captain Eren Yeager for guiding the team to another flawless victory-

You're half-heartedly paying attention to class, sleepily listening to the school announcements over the speaker until the mention of his name douses you like a shock of ice-cold water.

You can't catch the rest of the announcement because your class erupts into cheer, enthusiastically clapping their hands for the boy of the hour.

The only one not joining is you.

Eren's smile is brighter than 100 kilowatts. In the back of your mind, you wonder where he learned to smile like that. When his emotions became so practiced.

Mr.Berner tries to calm the kids down, especially Sasha who bangs on her desks and howls, creating even more hype and ruckus. The class, now in a chattier mode, excitedly breaks into little conversations.

"Man, thank god. That school is so pretentious, I'm glad we finally have something over them."

"Jeez, I know our team was good, but it's this good-?"

"-Bro, year of XXXX is stacked as fuck. It's literally never been this stacked before. We have a whole team of prodigies, it's insane-especially Eren. "

"Yepp. My dad went to Paradis too and he said shit like this never happened during his time. The academic comps were one thing, but these footballs wins? We're being put on the fucking map."

The announcements are still going on, but it's hard to hear over the noise. You're only able to catch the tail end, a useless tidbit about the word of the day.

pre·mo·ni·tion a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant. Here is an example: "She had a premonition of imminent disaster" Have a good day folks, hope it's free of any premonitions!

Overhearing the unceasing praise of the boy who pinched your thighs until they bruise blue and purple was a little painful-but you were used to it. After all, he's putting Paradis on the map. Whatever the fuck that means.

While you didn't love sharing this class with him, he was seated far across the room and surrounded by a gaggle of friends. You might as well have been invisible, the way he did not acknowledge you. Maybe you should treat it as a small mercy.

Unwittingly, your eyelids grow heavy. You're sitting in the back of the class, no one would notice if you took a little nap right? Assured by the fact no one will notice, you lower your head into your folded arms and let your thoughts float.

You dream of vaguely nothing but shadows of smiles, tufts of dark hair, and the smell of the wind at sea until a noise confined to the shape of your name breaks the harmony.

"[y/n?]"

"[y/n?]"

You startle awake with pairs of eyes piercing their gazes at you. Swallowing thickly, you apologize to Mr.Berner who looks worried. He's a good teacher, and one of your favorites.

"I'm sorry Mr.Berner. I had a migraine so I laid my head down." You lie smoothly, with more grace than you knew you were capable of. Course, you could have just said you were taking an unprompted nap, but that would disappoint your lovely teacher.

He sighs, "Guess that can't be helped then. Go to the nurse ok?"

Bingo. The nurse was an understanding lady, she'd let you sleep the rest of the period off. You nod, and start to gather your materials, relieved the class' attention on you was beginning to dwindle.

"Wait, Mr.Berner, let me take her. What if she gets disoriented and falls in the hall?"

Fuuuuck. You should have known. You should have expected this because attached to the request dripping with faux concern was none other than the precious jewel of the kingdom. Eren's intrusion makes your peers perk up again at the scene unfolding in front of them.

You smile, lips tightly pressed, "I'll be fine. I don't want to distract anyone from the lesson and it's a short walk-

"It's still potentially dangerous.", Your teacher interrupts, pinching the bridge of the nose, "And while I'm completely surprised by Eren's sudden streak of altruism, he's right. Something could happen. He'll take you there safely."

A very convenient streak of altruism, all right. You think it over in your head, yeah the nurses' office is right down the hall, and once you're there, he'll leave. Sure, he'll taunt you but you can handle a few minutes worth of cruelty.

It's awkward getting up, and walking in front of the class while Eren props the door open like a gentleman. You know what a sharp contrast it must look like, you and him, you cowering into yourself, not meeting any eyes while he stands tall and confident.

"Do you have everything?" His tone is one of reassurance, and for the barest of the moments, feels too familiar. You know he's not being genuine right now, and for the first time, you question if he was genuine back then.

"You can hold onto my arm if you're too dizzy to walk." He says as you guys slip out of the classroom, purposefully a little too loudly. You hear coos from girls and a stray "She's so lucky!"

He must have heard it too, because he lowers his head to whisper into your ear, "Yeah, very lucky, aren't you?" Wisps of dark hair tickle your cheeks. You see the glint of tiny silver hoops and wonder when he had gotten his ears pierced. The illusion breaks and the performative charming prince's reassuring smile is replaced by a sneer.

"Didn't know you could lie like that, by the way. Some good girl you are if you're trying to ditch class like this." Fingers dig deep into your waist as he drags you along the empty hallway that seems to stretch on for miles.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, "How did you know I was lying?"

Viridian eyes narrow, "I've seen you get migraines before." There's a knock on your heart. As if realizing he was talking about something far away ago, a vindictive edge laces into words pouring out of his mouth, "I bet you wanted this to happen, didn't you? Wanted to get us all alone."

He's trying to get a rise out of you, that much is obvious. So you ignore him to the best of your ability.

...which quickly proved to be futile, as you suddenly find your arm pinned to your back, and your front facing the nearest walls.

"I asked you a fucking question bitch." He's practically growling, "Fucking answer me."

If there was a world record for the shortest temper, best believe Eren Yeager will have collected that accolade too. He's getting too worked up, and you could definitely feel his harness poking the back on your ass, as he grinds into you.

You manage to crane your neck, wanting to have your face shoved into the wall, and then venomously spit out, "You're not looking for answers. You just want me to repeat whatever you think is true."

This position brings back flashbacks to the library when he caged you in against the bookshelves, and like then, he spins you around to face him quite abruptly.

His smile is full of sharp teeth, "No. I know I'm right."

You don't respond. He moves in closer, his breath fanning on your earlobes. Your body can't help but let an involuntary shudder, and you close your eyes, not wanting to see his pleased grin or the way the fluorescent light makes his hoops gleam like silver bullets.

One calloused finger flicks your nipple, "Do you want to know why I'm right?"

At your lack of response, the dark-haired boy rolls your nipple in between his fingers before pinching it painfully, eliciting a small whimper out of your fuckable lips. "N-no", you answer finally. You're wearing your thinnest bra because of the seasonal heat, and you can't help but regret that decision right now. The fact he's only paying attention to one of your nipples is driving you insane. Not that you want it, but you're so fucking sensitive right now. You struggle in his hold, causing him to hold you tighter, and by now his nails were probably embedded into your skin.

He chuckles at your honesty, rewarding you with a thick stripe of his tongue over the collared shirt of your uniform making you gasp. Did he just-, over your shirt too-, you look down and see a very visible wet spot.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, a eager hand snakes under your skirt until it settles in the middle of your panties. He licks your earlobe before speaking, his voice like ice under your heels.

"You were so fucking wet that day in the library while saying you hated me the entire time," he pauses as his fingers scissor you through your panties, as if to drive the message home, "About as wet as you are right now."

There's a wet spot there too, also caused by him. You crush your eyes shut, "Eren...please just take me to the nurse." You're not even struggling anymore, holding onto him out of your own accord, worried that if you don't hold onto anything-you'd fall on your knees.

The very headache you lied about having seemed not so non-existent after all.

Eren hooks his arms under the plush of your thighs, "Yeah. Of course, that's what I came to do, right?"

*

You had hoped you'd be granted a reprieve in the nurses' office but you'd forgotten that luck was never really in your favor. Because while you guys had entered the squeaky-clean office, the nurse was nowhere in sight.

Instead, a note sat on her desk in unassuming frilly cursive that Eren read with glee.

Sorry students! Minor emergency to take care of, and I'll be back by the middle of the next period. If you're badly hurt, see Mr.Ackerman in room 203. If not, just sit tight! Feel free to take up the beds.

Thank you,

Ms.Ral

Eren had turned to you with shining green eyes, "Since no one's here, I guess I'll have to keep you company. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

There was something claustrophobic about how Eren stood in front of the door as if to signify to get out of here, you had to get through him.

"Maybe I can get Mr.Ackerman..."

Eren's sudden bout of laughter makes you wince and retreat inside of yourself, "For what? A fake headache? You really wanna inconvenience him like that? Mr.Ackerman?"

You take slow steps backward until the back of your knees hit the school bed, making you stumble as you clumsily take a seat. Eren's been marching forward with every retreating step you took, and it's no surprise when he pushes you down the bed, strong hands on the side of your head, while his muscular legs force your thighs apart so he can settle himself in between.

"We have some time to kill, you know." Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach upwards to brush them aside.

He grips your wrist before you make it that far, nearly gritting out a "What are you doing?"

You just stare, not really knowing why that was your impulse either. Finally, you mouth out, "I want you to leave Eren."

The grip on your wrist is tighter than ever, and you very well know that you're going to have new finger-shaped bruises before the old ones even finish healing.

"And I want to stay." He punctuates each word slowly, and all you can think is how being pinned to a bed is much less painful than having the hard surface of wood digging onto your back.

You're fully aware of the heat in your core, and having Eren on top of you doesn't make this it any easier because fuck, he is attractive. Maddeningly so. And maybe you want him to go away so bad because you're afraid that if his fingers are caught inside of you, you'll thank him for it.

As if reading your mind, he lets go of your wrist (making a mental note of your sluggish movements and slipping resistance) and massages your warm hole from your panties.

"Eren please" You grit out. He merely chuckles, "What are you asking for, whore?"

You could feel tears threatening to fall. This was so embarrassing. Did you want this? Yes, yes. yes, yes. You were so wet right now and had enough of the teasing.

He alternated his kneading from slow and soft to fast and rough, and you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little moans Eren's ever heard. Since you lose all pretenses of resistance, his other hand roughly brushes against your hardened nipples, straining against the fabric of your shirt.

Okay, he decided. He's going to make you beg.

"Beg." It's announced like a command, and while you hear it, you don't really register it because your hips are busy chasing the heat, and it's all too much of an utter disappointment when his long thin fingers leave.

"I said beg slut."

"Eren, please, please. I need you so bad." You're blubbering and you don't care. You just want his pretty fingers to shove aside your panties and rub against your folds. You think back to the library, how wet you were, how the stupid fucking phone call from his coach interrupted him pumping his fingers inside of you. And you didn't know if you were happy or mad he left. But now, all you crave is the blissful wave of pleasure- the very pleasure he's been denying you.

Eren looks down at you, green eyes scrutinizing. After a long while of what it seems to be him just staring, he wipes his fingers on your skirt, brushes back his hair with a wayward hand.

"Looks like I should head back to class. See you later."

Too numb to say anything, you watch him leave with a smirk on his face. When you're sure he's walked away, you curl into yourself and cry.

[sweettodo]

Promiscuous.

⟿ Levi Ackerman x freader x Eren Jaeger

Includes : threesome, swearing, smut.

word count : 4,5k.

for 300 followers, i promised i would bless you all with a few stories. this was a tough plot to come up with b/c the age difference, but i always come thru :)). enjoy. thank you for 300 friends, readers, and fans. one more story on the way, hope you like !!

Being in the scouts wasn't necessarily all that bad, especially when you had all the strong, agile men to look at all day long.

You didn't bite your tongue, the gushy, teenage girl flirtatiousness that you bestowed upon not one, not two, but a good sum of the boys you worked and trained with every day. Most of whom were your closest friends, who put up with your promiscuousness. For the most part, they fed into it, reciprocating the behavior. But it couldn't be avoided that you took a special liking towards your Captain; Mr. Ackerman himself.

Call it unnatural, call it unusual, but you had a justification for liking him so much. If he said the right thing in the right context, your knees would be shaky and weak, for instance, when he demanded you to 'shut up' half-jokingly for fooling around with Connie too much. You left training that day with a waterfall between your legs, leaving you stunned for at least a week.

The ideas in your head were endless and slightly disturbing. There was no denying you were captivated by him, and he knew it.

Not to mention he took a fondness to you too...

Well, not how you quite anticipated him too. He just believed you were a capable scout, thus him taking you under his wing with your friends. Leaving aside your whorish comments. He took your ignorant attitude with a grain of salt, not allotting you the time of the day- which only made it more of a challenge to get what you yearned much for.

He would scoff, walk away and roll his eyes, reprimanding you on behaving yourself and acting your age. You were 19, you were acting your age, 'I could be worse,' you mumbled under your breath.

Being the species of girl who was drawn to a particular type of man, power play, that sharp attitude which one with a level head and a drop of common sense would take as a definite red flag, the type of man that would punish you for being horny or bratty- you could only dream- it was also clear you couldn't bluff and say that you didn't favor the infamous Eren Jaeger: the strong-willed, wild, dominant and overbearing youthful man. He could command you to get on your knees, and you would in a flash.

Alas, you would not be seeing the pearly gates with what went through your mind about the long-haired, tall, demanding man. On the plus side-unlike Levi- Eren enjoyed the attention you gave him, he played the game with you.

And he played the game good- you liked it.

On numerous occasions, you would be more than touchy with Eren, the little 'not so serious' back rub, or a hand on his thigh under the table to make him hot and bothered. And once or twice, the rare make-out session in an alleyway while your friends shopped or by the stable of horses one time when you were sixteen. Though the sexual tension grew once you turned eighteen when you two were less apt to get in trouble for your conduct- yet you never took it all the way, liking the idea of having him on his toes every time he saw you.

Anyways, today was different than most days, you all were honored with a few days of relaxing, sleeping in, and extra time to eat and shower with no training, or missions.

Appreciating the peace, you lay in your bed buried under the blankets half asleep, taking in the unusual time of relaxation. While nearing slumber again, you're rudely interrupted. A pounding on your door riddles throughout your body, frightening you half to death, you flinch, sitting up in an instant.

"Food! y/n." oh, it was Connie.

You untangle from the blankets, sauntering to your wardrobe, and pulling out a regular old white shirt with shorts. The heat was not something to take lightly around here, you could collapse and suffer from a heat stroke if you weren't careful, so you rolled up your shorts a little and slipped on shoes, taming your hair and heading out of your messy room towards the mess hall, eyes finding your friends and groggily plunging into the bench besides Eren and your other buddies, "sleep well?" Connie laughs, you scowl at him.

"Yea! I was dreamin' about you too! Too bad you ruined it, I was just getting to the good part."

Connie laughs and shakes his head, shoveling food down into his mouth, "I don't even wanna know what that dream was about." Jean grumbles, ruffling his hair to remove it from his clammy forehead; Jean was a difficult one to crack, he usually blushed and would cut your trifling demeanor right off at the knees, he was more for Mikasa's quiet and ethical personality.

"Shut it Kirstein- I do!" Connie protests, you wink at him.

"I'll tell you when I get you alone, how 'bout that Springer?"

Eren could be heard from your left, snorting, you glance over and see his arm raise and head towards your back, yanking your bra and snapping it back against your skin, you unleash an 'ouch' and attempt to reach back and rub the area, "White shirt with a red bra underneath? Who're you tryna' impress?" You shrug.

"Captain, of course."

"More like you dressed in the dark this morning." Eren bullies.

"Captain, what?" Connie and Sasha childishly roll and bounce around in their seats, bellowing laughter while you slowly turn around to face your boss, he reiterates one more time before you chuckle and scratch the back of your neck.

"Talking about how good my boss looks today," the words that roll off your tongue make The tense up and sigh in annoyance, beginning to walk away, you pout, tilting your head, "am I wrong?"

"Keep it up, y/n, I'll have you in a cell indefinitely if you continue this adolescent behavior." He doesn't look twice at you, leaving as quickly as he came. Halting your comments right as they came flying out of your mouth, he had to have been enjoying them! Perhaps a little.

Right as the man in charge begins to leave the hall, he stops, peers his head over to meet your eyes.

"-In chains." Your eyes widen, a perverted grin growing onto your face, looking left to right baffled, 'in chains?' gawking to see if any of your friends noticed the innuendo, but it seemed they were well absorbed in their own business.

But someone heard him.

"In chains?"

You look at Eren, he shared the same shock as you, you wriggle your eyebrows and nudge his side, "I'm not the only one who heard it, so maybe I'm not going crazy." You giggle, finishing your meal and gossiping amongst your friends until it was time to go.

To pass time during the day, you all wasted hours cleaning up to your captain's expectations, finally relieving yourselves for the rest of the evening before dinner; walking down the streets of your town, stopping at the shops down the gravel streets. While everyone talks, your head is elsewhere; replaying that remark Levi made about the chains, borderline obsessing over it- rightfully so.

When he said the word 'chains', you instantly recalled the context behind his innuendo, unless you were going insane, but you had made a joke- your first endeavor at flirting with your boss, mentioning to him using the same chains he used on Eren in court a few years back, your friends condemning your extraverted behavior on the spot; when to no avail, Levi did not feed into that well, sending you to isolation shortly after. And then to Erwin's office to explain yourself... in front of him, Commander Hange, and Levi. Nonetheless, it didn't stop you from toying with the man.

You were somewhat... wild.

Enjoying the rest of your stress-free hours, you spend the evening sitting comfortably in the large common area after dinner; all of you except Eren, who didn't appear at dinner either. God knows where he was.

You lounge beside Armin and Jean, your head on Jean's shoulder per-usual.

"Jean, has Mikasa told you how good you look today?" You hum, his face is instantly soaked up in a rosy flush as he throws his hands over his ears to block your weird comments from reaching his ears, "Mikasa?" you quirk an eyebrow.

"Don't be absurd, y/n" she laughs, "Jean, don't listen to her."

"Jean, you look extra good today," you lean over closer to him, "just thought I'd tell ya'."

"Yeah, yeah." He cracks a small smile, you pat his shoulder then fall back into your seat.

"Awh- c'mon Kirstein, you know I-"

"Y/n, Captain needs to see you..." Eren's voice interrupts the chatting, his head peers into the room, you and your friends falling silent.

"You're probably in trouble again." Armin sighs disappointingly. You promptly stand, "good luck." dragging your feet towards your supposed 'escort', Meeting Eren at the door frame of the corridor, his hands stuffed in his pockets with a deadpan look, watching you begin to take lead ahead of him, "how do you know Levi wants to see me?" You question, examining him whilst walking through the hallways, up the stairs, and around the corner, a few feet away from your Captain's headquarters.

"We talked."

With an uncertain look on your face, churning with turmoil, Eren is knocking once, then twice before pushing open the engraved wooden door, 'Captain didn't even ask who it was at the door-' you furrow your eyebrows, his hand on your back, quickly whisking you into the large room, abruptly stopping in front of his desk.

Your feet are glued to the floor while Eren is closing the door. Levi stands there, propped up against his desk with his arms crossed. The room was eerily silent, you were becoming slightly intimidated. Do you stand? Talk? Sit?

The silence was unbearable.

"Do you need me-"

"I'm fed up, with your manner, cadet." Levi interrupts.

"If I may- Captain," He nods for you to proceed, "why is Eren here?" Captain was very much capable of taking care of reprimanding you on his own, you were almost irritated that Eren was lingering behind you, feeling his eyes burning voids in the back of your head, disrespectfully.

"Isn't that what you want?" Eyes doubling in size, you swerve your head to attempt and get a view of Eren, but Levi halts you once more, treading closer to you so you can look at him, "you don't need to look at Eren."

"I- I don't quite understand."

No one says anything. The air is now thick, more difficult to swallow for oxygen, you were entirely thrown off track with the way he was speaking to you, the way he was looking at you made you want to make a run for it, "Cat got your tongue? Y/n?" Chills rake up and down your body when you feel Eren's breath on your neck, sending your head flying behind you to see the blue-eyed devil almost pressed against your back, you look back at Levi frantically.

"Sit."

Without pause, your ass is planted into one of his chairs, "why aren't you being stubborn? Where's that attitude that constantly gets you into trouble?" Feeling as if you're shrinking, the two men are overlooking you, "go on."

"I- well,"

"She has nothing to say for herself, Cap." Eren looks at Levi, "told you she was all talk." He jabs, were you dreaming?

Your heart thumped out of your chest, you never dreamed of Levi taking it this far, especially when he was so professional... "y/n," Levi's finger touches underneath your chin, raising your head to look at the two men, "always teasing me when you do the same to Eren, so slutty, don't you think, cadet?"

Your mouth drops open at his use of words, finally- the game caught up to you, and you were facing the repercussions, "don't be all shy now."

"I'm not-"

"Then if you're not shy, get on your knees and show us how much you’ve wanted us.”

You hesitate to move, but eventually find yourself slowly sliding out of the chair and onto your knees, "not in my office, go in my room." Eren grabs your arm, walking towards his adjoining room, Levi opens the door and permits you to be ushered in by both him and Eren; Eren grabs you by the hair and directs you back onto your knees in front of your captain's bed, "she's so compliant now that she knows we aren't joking anymore," Levi scoffs, standing behind you while Eren is unbuttoning his jeans right in front of your eyes, a combination of anxiousness and warmth growing in the pit of your gut, looking up at him through your eyelashes, licking across your bottom lip hungrily.

"Be a good girl and open for Eren," Levi bunches up your hair from behind, removing it from around your face.

"Yes sir."

Sticking out your tongue, you try to relax your throat once seeing the size of the man, Levi's grip on your hair prevents you from getting a good look at it before his cock is nudging gently into your mouth, down your tongue, and to the back of your throat, fastening your lips around the base of his cock whilst swirling your tongue when he pulls out of your throat, groaning when your tongue works him with ease.

"So good," He hums, grabbing the sides of your face, Levi drops your hair from his hold so Eren can pick up his pace, using his hands to guide you; gagging and choking while he fucks your throat, saliva dripping down your chin, at the verge of tears, you take his length as far as you can manage. Eren grunting and huffing; only throbbing more when he sees the little tears drip down your cheeks. He heaves out of you, your tongue lolled out while strings of spit follow his cock, the men are astonished at the sight of you gasping for air, but they weren't going to tell you that.

"Are you gonna be good for me and our captain, princess?" Eren crouches down to meet your eyes, clever smile on his face, you nod and he stands you up by your armpit.

You had virtually no control over yourself, they were moving you to where they saw fit; right on your hands and knees into the soft plush sheets, "what do you want, y/n?" you listen from behind you, your head is yanked backward, Levi is there, his free hand wrapped around your jugular loosely, his shirt unbuttoned.

"I want you both to fuck me," you gasp out, they both snicker at you.

"Too easy, way too easy, such a fuckin' whore, imagine wanting both of us," Eren taunts, snatching your shorts down to your knees and lifting your shirt to grab onto the thin waistband of your underwear, "you want Jean to fuck you too? Got any other favorites?" Levi shoves you back onto the mattress, your arms catching you while Levi continues to remove your shorts from your knees, tossing them on the floor, rough hands caressing and pulling apart your ass, both men watch your panties slip in the separated cave of your ass, Eren pulling off your shirt and unclasping your bra.

"N-o, only you guys."

"Who do you want more? Me or your other little fucktoy?" Levi sneers, moving to your front, once again lifting you by your chin, keeping you still while Eren rubs his fingers against the soaked cloth. Pulling upwards against your cunt, the pressure making your clit spasm and scream for the touch of his actual fingers, looking desperate and hungry at your captain.

"I- I can't choose."

Your chest rising and falling, Eren is finally relieving you from your panties, fingers instantly meeting your folds and slipping past your entrance with his two fingers, you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head, knuckles curving downwards to hook into you and find your sweet spots.

"Well aren't you lucky, you get both of us, even though you don't deserve it," Your captain smirks, getting on his knees, fiddling with the button of his slacks, zipping them down and pushing them past his thighs, "I think she needs to beg for it." He looks at Eren, his erection making itself known from beneath his boxers, fingers quickly scissoring the roots of your hair while he frees himself from his constraints.

"I wanna be your slut- please make me cum." They smile, pleased with your submissiveness.

Cock spilling with precum, he scooches towards your salivating mouth and holds your level to his cock, centimeters away, "so fuckin' wet, can't say I'm surprised you get off to this." Eren's tip rubbing between your folds, collecting the slick that was seeping from your hungry pussy. He pushes into you while Levi is pushing into your mouth, both holes becoming occupied by their pulsating cocks; they longed to fill you up, the torturous teasing you put them through the second you turned eighteen was bound to make them snap- you didn't know what you expected, to be honest, you asked for this.

Eren fucks you slow, savoring the feeling of you clench and suck him in further, pussy stretching from the sheer size of him, veins from the base of his cock hitting and rubbing against the very nerves that were screaming for him to go faster.

Levi fucks deep into your throat, he was about Eren's size, perhaps a little thinner, but he was no match for your throat, choking up the spit from past your throat to lube his cock further. You bring your hand up to assist you, twisting your hand back and forth- up and down while you stimulated his sensitive tip with your tongue, hollowing out your cheeks to suck him back in and repeat.

He was becoming unkempt, his mouth ajar with little moans slipping past his lips, hair dangling in front of the sides of his face while his hips bucked back and forth into the depths of your cave.

"My God, so wet."

You moaned against Levi's cock, Eren speeding up and reaching your cervix, your juices slushing and pussy squeaking while he stretches you out. When his hips connected to your backside, you only want to shrivel up more from the pace he was hitting the hole of your tight cervix. Initially, it hurt, but almost instantly it began to feel pleasurable for both you and Eren, he was reaching great lengths inside of you. He's always wanted to fuck you; almost disappointed in himself that he didn't do this before.

"Taking me so well, I can barely fit," he grunts, "you like my cock y/n? Isn't this what you wanted with your bullshit teasing?" he smacks your ass, crying out, his hips jutting back and forth against you mercilessly, sending jolts into every bone of your body.

He slaps you again, your right ass cheeks burning and tingling from the strength of his slap, "fuckin' slut, better be quiet."

Levi pulls out of your throat, finally able to audible out the loud weeps and cries, he throws his hand over your mouth, "shut up before you get us caught."

"Fuck, Eren!" you wail, ignoring Levis commands, gasps and moans fly around the room, his cock filling you perfectly to the point where you felt like you were made to shape him.

"Open." his hand is forcing your jaw open, sticking your panties into your mouth to silence you. You cry into the fabric, the coil twirling up in your stomach, clenching your walls while he drills into you, his cock rubbing against your g-spot, sending you into a frenzy.

Levi fists his cock for the time being while Eren is chasing his orgasm, knocking into you- inching you towards your orgasm. The back of your head tingling, your pussy twitching, and your stomach tightening, the room spiraling around you while you drop your head into the mattress, eyes screwed shut; Eren tearing an earth-shattering orgasm out of your body.

You see stars and a bright white consumes you, hands reaching to grasp anything, finding Levi's bicep and digging your nails into his skin for support while Eren's cock bathes in your cum, his hands pressing into the small of your back, "'boutta cum, right in this pretty little pussy." He spits, pinning your back to a better arch, you cry into the sheets when Erens thrusts loosen a little, sporadic and stabbing thrusts until he's panting and dumping a large load of his seed into your cunt, letting out moans and swears of approval. Your body convulsing, wanting to collapse.

Erin's lightheaded, dizzy and sweating, little bangs and baby hairs sticking to his soaked face, watching your cum drip down your thighs, the wetness from your pussy which had soaked his stomach, it was a fucking mess.

Everywhere.

He pulls out of you, your cream coating his cock; snatching a shirt and wiping himself clean, hiking up his boxers, "you're not done. On your back, now."

Without warning nor regard, you're pushed forward into Levi's hands by Eren to get you moving quicker; you slide onto your back, Levi takes charge and steps off the bed, hauling you by the thighs until you're at the edge of the bed, Levi pressing his hands under your thighs, holding them up and letting his cock slap against your cum-filled cunt, biting onto his bottom lip, teasing his cock into you.

He leans down, taking out the pair of underwear from your mouth, "keep quiet, understood?"

Quickly nodding and bracing yourself, happy to feel warm again.

"Did Eren fill you good?" he asks calmly, you nod.

"Yes- Levi."

Levi halts mid-thrust, peeved look on his face, "yes what, y/n?" you swallow hard, throat dry from the cloth.

"Y-yes Captain, he did." You mewl, he nods once before finishing his thrust.

"This pussy is so tight, even after he stretched you out like this?" he huffs, head dipped down- eyes filed to your pussy sucking in his cock so well; hair flopping back and forth, "I told you I was gonna do something about that mouth of yours, didn't I?"

"Y-you did, sir." You wail.

Levi didn't hold back, each of his sharp thrusts made you more tender inside, little cries fall from your swollen lips while Eren sits beside your head, big arm reaching over your face and kneading your boob, he watches them bounce slightly as Levi ruts into you. Rolling your hard erected nipple in between his fingers, "look at that face, are you gonna cum again?" you look up at Eren, who wears a smug look on his face, "are you gonna cum on Captain's cock, y/n?" you whine, trying to remain quieter under your Captain's directions.

"Gonna-" Eren's hand moves once more- over towards your clit.

This was the first time tonight you had felt this overstimulation, hissing in air and biting onto the skin of your lip, hand grasping Eren's wrist as he swirls little- yet strong circles into your clit, your mouth slacks open, “please! Feels so-" another burst of spasms erupting, thighs shaking and clenching around Levi's waist, "f-fuck me- Fuck me harder Captain, please!" You cry, walls convulsing, cum seeping out of you, down your ass and the base of his cock while he fucks you silly, Eren bringing you that much closer to a euphoric feeling again as he rubs your spasming clit.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you like the whore you are, right?" Levi pants, cockhead rubbing against your sensitive and exhausted g-spot.

"Who can fuck you better?" Unable to audible, Eren moves faster around your num.

"Don't disobey our Captain, pretty girl- use your words." Screwing your eyes shut, the two men await your answer.

"I-I don't know- Ah!" Your back arches, core tightening for the second time tonight- body shaking as the following orgasm sends you over the moon, Eren's hand smacked over your mouth, you wail into his hand, Levi pins your legs open, leaning down to fuck into you harder, thrashing into your guts, pussy gushing around him until he is groaning and throwing his head back while he slams into you, his stomach nearly slapping against Eren's fingers, his dick twitching. His cheeks rosy and his muscles flexed.

"Fuck, so good- so tight- keep squeezing-" he breathes.

You're dazed from the rocking of his hips, he slows, catching his breath while he releases, coating your bruised walls with his cum. Your body left empty and quivering as Levi is slipping out of your cunt, Eren handing him the same shirt he used to wipe himself off with; your captain retrieving it and cleaning the amount of cum that was left on his softening dick, moving to you and carefully wiping the inside of your thighs and beaten cunt.

Catching your breath, Levi is picking his boxers up from the floor and pulling them up along with his pants, “don’t stay there forever, my sheets need to be switched.” He states, Eren reaches for your hand and helps you sit up, putting his shirt over your head and you slip through the arms, feet meeting the cold wooden floor, you attempt to stand, your knees buckling, Eren grabs you by the tricep before you land on the floor and sits you back on the bed.

“I think it would look suspicious if I carried you out of here, can you walk?”

You nod, “yeah.”

Standing again, you're able to succeed, reaching for your underwear, Eren already had it swinging around his index finger, “I’ll hold onto these.”

With no willpower to object, you just pull up your shorts and pick up your shoes.

“Walk her back, Jaeger, don't do anything stupid.”

You and Eren both leave your Captain’s office quietly, the hall empty and empty, you and he slowly walk back, you laughed at the thought about how it would be a tough one to explain why Eren was shirtless and you were- quite obviously- wearing his shirt while he holds your stained shirt in his hand.

With great luck, you and he make it without running into anyone, reaching your door, you and him enter and you shut the door behind him.

“Here’s your shirt.”

He watches you as you throw off his shirt, tossing it to him and opening a drawer, and grabbing one of your own.

Before you realize it.

“Uhm, Eren, I forgot my bra.” Glancing down at your bare chest, Eren shrugs it off and laughs.

“Captain wanted to keep something too, princess.”

[allegra-writes]

"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him. 

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life. 

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though" 

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time" 

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing... 

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs. 

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment. 

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey. 

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else" 

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine. 

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine" 

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin. 

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste" 

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive. 

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating. 

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun. 

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl" 

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?" 

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in. 

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…" 

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast. 

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked. 

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge. 

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway. 

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…" 

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it. 

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK" 

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

The end.

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