#Lying through my teeth because i could not vibe

[theglizzardwizard]

Love when that happens

[pisshandkerchief]

MCR please hire me to make merch designs for an album that came out 19 years ago I have so many ideas

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

pairing: coriolanus snow x toxic!fem!reader

summary: someone always throw a spanner in her works, to achieve her biggest dream —being coriolanus’ lover, wife and claiming power. luckily, y/n is not on the loser side when it comes to playing. 

trigger warnings (overall): mastermind!reader, toxic!reader (for real, she’s doing nasty things), reader’s family is a bit fucked up, reader is obsessed with coriolanus snow, lying, swearing, blood, violence, killing people, hunger games stuff, i just love volumnia gaul, reader hates lucy gray and everybody who’s around coriolanus, mental health problems mentioned such as psychotism, domestic violence mentioned, drugs, mention of sexual fantasies.

trigger warnings (in this part): mastermind!reader, toxic!reader (for real, she’s doing nasty things), reader’s family is a bit fucked up, reader is obsessed with coriolanus snow, lying, swearing, domestic violence mentioned, drugs, mention of sexual fantasies, mentions of gaining weight and wearing a corset (patrick bateman vibes), i really hope it doesn't seem like bodyshaming, reader has problems only with her own body.

prologue.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒.

another day. another chance to win him over. 

y/n could be named for many things: a filthy liar, a nepo-baby, a psychopath or simply a crazy girl, but she was never, ever lazy. waking up, she always had the same routine: getting out from the bed, changing into her underwear she wore the day before, making her hair up into a bun, spreading carbon on her teeth to be white as marble. working out, even if it hurt, because how could she be the best wife ever for coriolanus if she was lazy and out of shape? through workout, she thought about who she is. i am y/n y/l/n, youngest member of the house y/l/n. we are noble, i am noble, and i deserve everything what i have now. i am beautiful, clever and nobody can ever drag me down. the people who hate me are only envious of my life, my body and my mind, but they’re all going to soil. i love the life i have, and i will appreciate every single second of the life i will have when i achieve my goals. i have every tool i can use to win, and i will use them to be the woman i want to be. it’s not far away, and everyday is a chance to be closer to the woman i want to be.

after that, taking a bath, scrubbing her body with a sponge, so her skin would always be silky, using her razor to get rid of the unwanted, ugly hair on her body. smearing vanilla and rose oil onto her skin: vanilla for being gentle, and rose for coriolanus. brushing her teeth, washing down the charcoal, washing teeth with the regular toothpaste. sitting in front of her dressing table, picking her eyebrow, putting cosmetic oils and serums on her cleavage, her neck and her face. while letting it dry, picking out the outfit of the day, calling in her maid, hortense to help her with the corset if she felt that she gained too much weight because of the medicine, or was on her period. y/n hated so-called red days, and waited for the day when she could bear her husband’s children. putting her clothes on, sitting at the dressing table again, her maid helped her if she wanted a special hairstyle. checking her manicure, it was now soft pink, it’ll match with her clothes. making her hair, she did her makeup, curling her eyelashes, putting a little chili on her lips to be so full –it hurt like hell, but how could she be perfect if she didn’t put effort in it?, whilst repeating another list in her mind. this was for coriolanus. 

be kind with him, but never too kind. be kind and modest with everybody else, so they won’t notice it. agree with him in the things that are important, but also speak your mind if he seems doubtful. speak your feelings to convince him, you are important to him. always accept his help, but don’t make redundant situations, don’t look like the damsel in distress. make him feel special, let him be the man he is, make him feel that you support him and his plans, but never make too big promises. don’t look pathetic, don’t show your emotions too much. never talk about him to others, only if they mention him, talk good about him, and talk bad about others if it’s needed. don’t make a scene if something doesn’t work your way, it will sooner or later. take action when it’s the right time. 

applying lipstick as the last step, she was ready to step out from home. y/n knew she had a strict routine, but doing mornings on autopilot let her think about more important things, like her daily plans. first destination was the school where coriolanus was, but first, she needed to get her papers after graduating, after that they’re gonna have lunch together, and then, she’ll look for the letters to see if volumnia gaul accepted her application. probably she will, she knows her entire family, how great they are, and she probably heard about y/n herself too. 

“good morning ms. y/l/n, how are you?” lacy, her sister’s maid asked her as she carried the laundry in a big basket through the hallway on the ground floor. 

“i slept well, lacy, thank you. where is my sister?” 

“your sister, morphia went to arrange the flowers and the cake for her marriage. i am so happy for her, ms. y/l/n!” 

y/n couldn’t decide if lacy was truly happy or just acting. but she wasn’t a threat, so y/n didn’t care. 

“me too, lacy.” 

her father was sitting at the head of the table, reading the tabloids, her mother, lorelei was eating some eggs with meat, some gin in her glass on the side. 

“this pheasant is really good, cyril.” she mentioned, looking up to see her youngest child. “oh, my sweet, y/n! good morning.” 

“good morning, mommy.” she said, giving her a kiss on the cheek, going to her father, she waited until he stopped reading the tabloid and looked at her. her father, cyril y/l/n was really strict, but not as strict as crassus snow. once, after her father made her burn the flowers she tore off from their garden and beat her, her mother stroked her cheek, saying “oh, honey, don’t be sad. your father is a good man, not like crassus snow. i think you should be glad that you don’t have him as your father.” so this way, y/n was happy. or so her mother thought. 

“good morning, father.” she told him too, giving him a kiss on the cheek too. she could do that until she was eighteen, after that, only the greeting was acceptable. y/n saw once, when morphia tried to kiss her father when she passed eighteen, she got slapped across the face. but they were happy, weren’t they? 

“how’s your application with gaul?” he asked as y/n sat down. 

“i handed it in yesterday. probably a letter will wait for me in the afternoon.” 

“why, what will you do today?” 

“cyril, i already told you that! your butler even wrote it down for you!” her mother whined, looking at her daughter. y/n took a slice of bread, reaching for the butter and the knife. 

“don’t mind it, mother. i’m going to the school to get my graduating papers, then have lunch with coriolanus, and then–”

“coriolanus snow? that boy and his family are broke, his father was gullible and got killed by the rebellion. why are you humbling yourself in his presence?” 

control. control your face, your hands. y/n’s fist curled around the knife tighter, grabbing it with real force. 

“i know, but he has great talent. and he’s gonna be the next president of panem.” she replied calmly, looking at him. sometimes she fantasized about stabbing him there, at the head of the table. 

“president of panem? y/n, you are so amusing when you say things like this. but i truly hope your words will become reality someday. crassus wasn’t gullible, everybody was afraid through the first rebellion.” his face softened, just as he spoke to a three year old. 

“yes, honey! your father doesn’t doubt you, he’s just amazed at what you are saying.” her mother added, sipping on her gin, batting her lashes. it wasn’t even ten in the morning, as she was already wasted. after eating the slice of bread, y/n stood up, hiding the knife into her sleeve. 

“i’m going out, but i’m gonna be here for the letter. please don’t open up before me.” she asked, making her father look up. 

“hortense is going to bring it to your room.” 

“thank you, father.” 

“honey, you didn’t even touch the caviar and the honey, please eat some more!” 

kissing her mother’s cheek again, y/n looked at her. she got her eyes, her mother was truly beautiful when she was young, acrimonious lips talked cyril only married lorelei because of her looks. nevertheless, the creed family was also noble, y/n only had to bear festus’ horrible personality twice a year, christmas and the reaping. 

“don’t worry mommy, i’ll be fine.” 

she could work easily with an empty stomach, getting back to her room, preparing her bag. looking at the medicines, she put the bottle under her clothes. she didn’t need these pills that made her useless, slow and lazy anyway, she needed something else… and she knew her horrible cousin, festus got that white, powdery thing. grabbing the butterknife from under her sleeve, she touched it. it was the worst knife ever, blunt and short, like some of the fighters in the games. y/n loved her father, respected him and counted on his words, but questioning her and laughing at her, it was the exception if it came to love and respect. and if her father is doubting her again, she will–

funk! well, who thought that people could stick butter knives into the wall? 

arriving at the school, showing her papers that she was a private student, the secretary gave out her graduation stuff. nodding, the secretary told some things, but her mind was focused on finding festus. going to the main hall, everybody whore red, y/n was the only outstander with her black skirt, soft pink blouse and black blazer. every school uniform was truly awful, the capitol is the wealthiest in all panem, couldn’t they make it a little bit more… pleasant? it’s a shame that every fabric is on their hand, available, and still, they style it horrible. nevermind, festus was there, chatting with that bitch arachne and that fucker pliny harrington. 

“hey, festus, hey, everybody. can we talk for a minute?” she turned to her cousin. festus looked at her, smirked, then looked at the others. 

“of course. sorry, it’s only a minute.” he said to them, walking to one of the corners with y/n. leaning to one of the marble piles, he dug his hands into his pockets. “so, what do you want?”

“why are you asking me so pitiless?” y/n blinked at him. for some people, formality in family could seem heartless, but she was relieved that she didn't need to waste her time if she didn't want to.

“you talk to me only if you need something.” 

“me? don’t be ridiculous, i helped with all your assignments in school, what would your mother say if she heard that?” y/n couldn’t be a big gamer if she didn’t knew the connections in her environment perfectly well. seeing how festus’ face became a little bit rigid, she continued. “anyway, i want from that white dust you gave me last time.”

she couldn’t even carve a wider grin on his face, even if she wanted to.

“so you liked it? it’s better than your stupid pills.” y/n had a poker face, but she wondered how he got to know. “you’re not the only one who knows things in the family.” fucker, you don’t even know everything, yet you still play like you’re the most clever. the funny thing is that it ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble, no. it's what you know for sure that just ain't so.

“i have business somewhere else soon, can i get it or not?”

“it will cost some money, but i am always happy to help my family.” oh, fuck off. y/n reached her hand like she wanted to shake hands with him, and this way, demand and supply met. “if you drink some of it, it’ll be better. you are a crazy bitch y/n, but if snow really will be the president, remember me as one of your biggest supporters.” he smiled. “oh, and volumnia heard some of his great ideas about getting more audience for the games. if you’ll work for her, that ugly power couple thing can be really dangerous.” what ideas? she knew it was a problem that the game wasn't so popular, and he thought that coriolanus wasn’t so interested in that. of course, until now, because big money was at stake, and everybody was prowling around the corner. y/n curled the corner of her lips up under duress, bidding goodbye to festus. she wasn’t gonna take it now, she used it only for emergencies.

now, she could completely focus on coriolanus. where was he? walking to the other long hallway, looking around, he was nowhere despite that they stuck to eleven am yesterday. suddenly, she felt two hands on her shoulder, making her turn. 

“there you are!” there he was. y/n could look at him for an eternity, could he look better under eleven hours? everything about him was perfect, from the way he looked to the point he talked, and y/n almost tasted the sweetness when his mind was forming those clever, great thoughts. and his looks? she knew they could have the most precious children; angel blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled jawline she could kiss a million times, his body was sculpted by the gods who were looking down on them, and she prayed every night to the deities so they could be each other’s one day. in y/n’s mind, coriolanus wasn’t just a boy or a soon-to-be-man. no, he was the base of everything, he had everything that y/n needed, and y/n was raised truly the best way. nobody else could get in the near of the perfection he formed, and y/n could see the future. the future, where they marry, she is in the longest, most beautiful white dress full with gemstones like rubies, sapphires, diamonds and emeralds, vowing endless loyalty to each other, the whole world is envious of the wealth they have. the future, where he becomes the president of panem, leading the nation with a strong hand and making decisions with a strong mind, while y/n helped to make the games more impressive, more dangerous, more cruel, but first of all, supporting him in everything, even if she has to get her hands dirty. the future, where she was pregnant with his children, naming them ancient names so they could mirror the same noble qualities those deities had, raising them the best way so they could even outgrow them, perfect people. “how was your morning?”

the future they could have. the future they WILL have. 

“hello, corio. mine was pretty good, got my graduating papers. how was your day so far?” 

“it was… good, i guess? this mentoring thing is new for everyone, i spent all night thinking how lucy gray could win.” 

that name, again. keep it cool. 

“i’m sure you will think it out. shall we go and eat lunch?” 

sitting in a gorgeous, golden restaurant, y/n chose a corner for them to sit in. when their food arrived, she waited for him to speak. it seemed like something was itching his mind, and she was one of his best friends, wasn't she? corio looked to the side, then at her, then took a bite from his lunch. let’s break the ice. 

“is everything okay, corio?”

“yes, yes, everything’s fine. is it… on my face?” 

“well, since i…” don’t make it too personal. “...since we know each other so well, i see worry on your face. you can tell me everything.” 

“it’s… it’s gonna be really, really embarrassing for me, but… so, y/n, it’d be my pleasure if… you’d come with me on a date?”

clawing on her thigh, was this reality? was coriolanus really, really asking her out in this glorious place? was she truly worthy of his love? moderating her grin to a smile, she looked at him. he was truly a love-child of an angel and a god, and while y/n was truly a masterpiece herself, it was the biggest honor for her to get into the grace of this guy. now, the idea of the wedding and the best imaginable life wasn’t so far away. did the gods hear her prayers above, and saw the list she created? 

“forget it, y/n, i know i’m not–” coriolanus tried to hush the previous idea with an embarrassed look on his face, but y/n shook her head. obviously, her mind wandered for too long. 

“no, no! of course i’d go on a date with you. with pleasure.” y/n smiled, slowly reaching for his hand that was on the table. they touched each other frequently before, but not like this. she hated a part of herself, the part that could melt under his touch and got dizzy from only his skin. but truly, she could eat it up if she could. 

“oh, okay, well… i just… thought that it’s embarrassing, because you pay for all of this, and–” never let a man’s pride falter. it’s the firewood for the campfire, the pressure for the diamond, the water for the plants. if you feed a man’s ego, he’ll trust and love you. 

“corio, dear, please. i’m not with you because of your money, we can’t do anything about our past and families. and you’re gonna win the plinth-prize, so what are we worrying about?” 

“but–” y/n hushed him gently, playing her finger in front of her lips. 

“i’m sure you will win that prize. why, who else would win it? the daughter of an energy secretary? or a rich, spoiled kid?”

“they are all rich and spoiled.” y/n totally let pass the fact that she was too. but what was the problem with it, really? they couldn’t do anything about it, you can’t decide where you were born. a person can change everything about itself, but not its origin. it always stays with you, clinging onto your ankle, to drag with yourself everywhere. in this life, they got on the winning side of the wheel. and who cares about the next life? 

“but no one’s father is a general, except you. and i know that you didn’t like him, but keep the mindset.” 

“you are so clever, y/n. thank you for always putting my mind into it’s place.”

“i’m just telling the truth. and… how are things with the game? is it hard?” 

“oh, it’s… i still need to figure out some things. but i had some ideas about ways to get people more engaged in the games, like getting them sponsors, or interviewing the tributes so the viewers can get closer to them, pick a favorite, some things like this.” 

“it sounds really interesting, did volumnia hear these things?” as much as she hated festus’ bragging, he also mentioned things that she could use. maybe that’s why everybody got rid of her so fast at a big gathering like the graduation two days ago. she never had ‘juicy tea’ or some things like that, only if she wanted to get something. and when she wanted to get something, the chamber of secrets instantly opened. 

“yeah, well she came in when we were discussing those things. she said that i need to write it down, and then clemensia interrupted that we’ve always worked and brainstormed together, so we can write that together, too.” 

totaling another pen, dovecote? being a tricky bitch, i wasn’t expecting less from you. 

“i think volumnia should know that the idea was yours. clemensia is your good friend, but why wasn’t she just cheering that you got the gamemaker’s attention?” plant the seed. maybe not with clemensia, she will do it for herself, but anyway. coriolanus needed to know the truth. 

“i will talk with her about this.” he won’t. he’s too kind-hearted for it. “and i’ll write down my ideas. anyway, how’s your application for volumnia gaul? did you hand it in?” y/n nodded at his question, chewing on the potatoes. 

“got handed it in yesterday. i really hope if i go home this afternoon, a letter will be waiting for me.” the smile on his face was worth everything. what could that mouth do if there were only the two of them? because she knew what her mouth could do. 

“i’m sure she’ll hire you. one of your thesis got onto her table, remember? the one you wrote about the possible content of venom in mono– and dicotyledons. and if she’s not, then she’s a dingbat.” y/n remembered that thesis, her brain always burned out from the three-day long insomnia. 

“careful, corio! i hope she doesn’t have ears everywhere.” that woman was the queen on her chess table, it was the side that could never be decided. 

all the way home, she thought about coriolanus. y/n gotta hide the grin she was forming with her lips when she was driving home with the chauffeur of the family. all the effort, all the pain… it was worth it. she almost teared up from the joy, but her mascara was really expensive, even her mother thought that it was too rich for their blood.

“is everything alright, miss y/l/n?” helius, their private driver asked, looking into the rear-view mirror. y/n nodded, exhaling and inhaling. big news like this always messed with her head. nodding, everything was perfect. 

stepping inside the house, she raced up to her room immediately. there was the letter, persephone slept beside it. picking it up, y/n used her nails to tear it up. she never waited for news like this. the sooner she knew, the sooner she could got suit in the new situation. 

dear y/n y/l/n, you got accepted…

throwing it away, she instantly picked up persephone, screaming into her fur. persephone meowed, already used to her owner’s insane habits. anyway, the food was tasty in the house, so why not bear it? 

“you hear this, persephone? the lucky star is shining on us.” she whispered to the cat, stroking her head. she couldn't sit back, not now. not when good things, the reward of the hard work could be felt. not when everything worked for her plans. “mother and father will be so happy. and we are happy too, aren't we?” 

y/n didn't know happiness, only when her heart got fast and drug-like feeling curled in her blood. but now, she got to be a predator. a predator who sat for hours, days to catch its prey. when news were coming in, things always changed. she had to be patient, but she couldn't get lazy, not now. not when strange news was coming up. news that didn’t match with her expectations, nowhere, never. news that bathed her soul with venom. news that raised her little game onto a new level. 

a/n: the prologue got so many notes like my tumblr literally BLEW UP thank you so much girliez 😭 i hope you liked this part, more focus will be on corio i just want to size up reader's mindset

take care of yourself babes, love y'all luisa

[tomsvouge]

Bad Idea Right?

Pairings: Ex!Joe burrow x Ex!Reader Warnings:Alcohol use, situationship, mentions of sex Summary- What happens when y/n gets a text message from someone in her past that her friends are not fond of? Her friends tell her not to go but it can’t be a bad idea…. right?

Who would have thought I would end the night with him, In his bed cuddled with him like we are together. Should I regret it? Probably. Do I regret it? Hell no! Have you seen this man he is literally a walking hercules and who am I to block an opportunity that I was given. Anyways, you may be asking, "y/n what the heck are you even talking about?". Well let's go back to earlier in the day where everything started.

My friends and I were talking about throwing a party and I couldn't be more excited. I needed something to get my mind off of him. Me and Joe are kinda rocky when it comes to a relationship. We broke up about two months ago. Usually when two people break up they dont talk to each other, buttttt me and Joe have been sneaking around for the past two weeks. No one knows about this, not my friends, not his friends just sneaking around like two teenagers. 

As we all sit on my couch we start talking about party details, y’know the time, who to invite the food, all that good boring stuff when out of nowhere melody says this.

“Well since we're talking about personal invites I don't think you should invite Joe y/n”- Melody 

“Why would I invite Joe? We're done. Over” I said lying through my teeth knowing that we were still hooking up.

“I'm just saying you seem to be tense each time you see him. Like that one time we were watching tv and his Bose ad came on. You looked like you saw a ghost.” She says laughing.

“I was Just shocked at his dance moves, I thought I taught him better when we took that dance class.” and that was true we did take a dance class but let's just say, Joeys not dancing for a while.

“I wasn't the worst i've seen but also not the best”- Kaylee says while  writing something down.

OK! Can we stop talking about my ex, kinda getting weird. 

“Ok but just know Joe Burrow is not allowed through these doors.” Melody says in a serious tone.

“Got it Not allowed through the doors.” I say looking at her. 

“I'll just let him in the backyard” I say in my head.

Getting ready for the party I put on my outfit and did my makeup. As I'm putting on my mascara I get a facetime. I look at the screen and immediately knew it was joe as his contact name is “LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING🩷” showed up. Reluctantly I picked up the phone.

“What?” I say in a aggravated tone 

“Well hello to you too” Joe says, rolling his eyes on the other side of the phone.

 “What are you doing?” he says, trying to change the vibe of the call.

Getting ready-i say in a sassy tone.

“For?”- Joe

“My party”-y/n

“And i didnt get an invite?” joe says with that cocky smile on his face 

“Didn't think you needed one considering we were not really together”- I say side eyeing him so hard you could feel it.

“Just because we're not together doesn't mean we cant be friends”- joe 

“If this is what you call just friends I would love to see what you do with people you hate.” i say laughing

“You know what i mean” - Joe

“Friends dont have sex nearly every night and talk to each other the way we do.”- y/n

“Well friends also don't hide things from each other” Joe says, placing the phone down so I could see him.

“I didn't invite you because you are not allowed to come, you are not exactly on my friend's good side right now.”- y/n

 My friend did not like Joeto much after the shit they had heard about him from endless phone calls to late night gossip sessions at the house. He didn't hurt me like cheat or anything. He is actually a nice guy but anyone who plays mind games and gaslights is a no no in my friend's book.

“Nothing new, I wasn't on their good side when we were together.”- Joe

“But since I can't come to you, how about you come to me?”- Joe 

“And why would I do that?” I genuinely asked because who was he to think I would leave my own party for him.

Because we can't get enough of each other no matter how hard we try we both know that we will all go back.

And Joe was right, no matter how hard I tried to move on, no one seemed to understand me like Joe does. He knows everything about me. He accepts me for who I am and vice versa. Still sad we didn't work out due to commitment and trust issues. I think when the time's right Joe and I will be perfect for eachother.

“Well I'll think about it.”- I say 

“Good, let me know when you decide.” - Joe

I was having the time of my life. My friends made sure I didn't even think about joe. So much that I forgot to even remind him if I was coming or not. 

In the middle of taking group shots I feel a vibrate coming from my hip.

LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING🩷- u still coming??

“Don't do it.”-Kaylee says, looking over my shoulder.

“Who said I was?”

“You didn't say that but the look on your face said otherwise.”

“Okay but would you pass up a chance to just go back to your ex for one night.” 

“One night more like two weeks but she didn't need to know that right now.”

“No I wouldn't, he cheated and I'll be damned if I go back to him just to disrespect myself again.”

“Well I won't if i will make you happy.”

“Good”

Okay sooo im going to his house. You guys may say I have little respect for myself but all the respect leaves my body when I see that man. You get in a room alone with Joe Burrow and see how long you last without being all over him. Plus, can't be that bad of an idea right?

With my luck the rain decided to pour harder and completely drench me. Rushing to my car I hopped in and started it. I quickly texted Joe back telling him I was on my way. Thankfully The drive from my house to joes is not that far at all. Getting out of the car rushing to get to the front door as the rain came down on me. When I kid you not to say this man is a QB he is not quick on his feet off the field. I literally took him forever to open the door. 

Walking in the house I'm immediately tackled into hugs and kisses . After a while pushing wavy from him I decided I needed to put my clothes somewhere because wet clothes just don't feel comfortable. 

Eventually me and Joe decided to chill on the couch and talk for a while. And lets just say after the talk and cuddles the door was locked to that bedroom and that's how we got to this morning 

I woke up to like a million texts from my friends asking me why I disappeared in the middle of the party and I just told them all that I didn't feel well and went up early to sleep. Looking over left I see Joe sleeping with his arms wrapped around me. Part of me felt bad for lying to my friends about going to sleep early but technically i did lie i said I was sleep I just didn't say where.

hey guys! I'm gonna try to start putting out more fics . I chose to do this as a fun hobby and I just don't want it to feel and chore or job but if you want to request fics you are welcome to do so 🩷

[everythingmp3]

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

after one too many weeks of Tess refusing to give into her feelings for you, you decide to stop flirting with her and turn to a less noble strategy: dating someone else to make her jealous. you know playing with Tess like that is risky, considering her temper, but you simply can´t help yourself. so, eventually, things are bound to take a turn.

warnings: minors dni! strap use (bottom!reader), light edging, light overstim, oral (reader receiving), slight infidelity

author´s note: this is my take on Tess’s meaner side but the vibe shifts a lot halfway through! definitely more smut in this than my others for her, I truly just wrote this for fun, so no discussion of any personal issues this time, just two desperate fools <3 also as always: I’m not aiming to be super faithful to the source material. hope u enjoy!

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the way you´d come to work with Tess was a rather funny story looking back. 

for the longest time both her and Joel refused to trust anyone but each other, they were stubborn about it, but as they got older they had to admit to themselves that it really wouldn't hurt to have a few allies, especially when it came to physically demanding work, since they weren´t 25 anymore. they slowly figured out who they should recruit, mostly looking for younger people who were either very fit, very clever or ideally both, so after a while they managed to assemble a group of around 6 people whom they knew they could always rely on. as someone who had grown up in the QZ you knew about the smuggling business, even had friends who were involved in it, but you never seriously considered it for yourself until the day you and Tess met for the first time.

Tess had always been vaguely aware of you, the way she was vaguely aware of anyone living near them, and one day she happened to stand right out of earshot when a few FEDRA guys cornered and questioned you about why they´d seen you loitering around suspicious areas multiple times, who you were working for, what you were hiding. without missing a beat you started lying through your teeth, making up some utter bullshit, Tess knew enough about you to know you were bluffing, but you did it so convincingly and with such charm that they let you go after five minutes. it was pretty impressive to Tess as she listened to it all, pretending to mind her business, the way you weren´t overdoing it but playing into their need for authority so well that she swore she could see one of them blushing as they walked off. this one. we need her. she thought. it would be priceless to have someone who wouldn´t crack under pressure, who could talk their way out of risky situations, who could, for a lack of a better term, manipulate people. the second they were gone she approached you, leading with a compliment, so at first you thought she might be flirting and got all excited, considering how rare it was to talk to encounter someone who was so your type, but when you realized that she was offering you work, the giddiness died down a little. still, it intrigued you enough to agree, because what else was there to do with your life really.

the process of getting integrated into their group was easier than you expected, a few weeks into proving yourself as reliable it became clear as day that you were their best negotiator, their secret weapon when it came to talking your way out of trouble, or talking your way into acquiring information they otherwise wouldn´t have gotten; your charisma was lethal, your way with words was impressive and hardly anyone was immune to it, so a good amount of times Tess and Joel had taken you along with them to help when beating information out of someone hadn´t worked, when smarter tactics were needed. 

the one thing that was hard about the job had nothing to do with what you were actually doing; the violence, the bloodshed, the lack of guilt and shame you needed to have, none of it bothered you, none of it shook you, but one thing messed with you from the start: your insane pull towards Tess. perhaps part of the reason you´d even said yes to her offer in the first place was to get closer to her, to be around her, perhaps it would´ve taken more convincing for someone else, but when she talked to you that day and her deep smooth voice made your face feel hot for a second, you knew before she´d finished her proposal that you´d say yes. 

the first few weeks you tried to gauge the vibe, wondering if there might be a chance she found you attractive too, but you quickly came to realize just how ice-cold her facade was. nobody ever had a good read on her true feelings, except maybe Joel and even he seemed at a loss at times, there was no way of knowing for sure whether you had a chance, so you decided to start dropping hints: lingering around her even when you could´ve stood further away, looking at her more intensely when you listened to her talk, moving your body differently when she was near, showing off certain assets, “coincidently” playing with your hair or licking your lips when you could feel her eyes on you, touching her arm for emphasis when you were telling her story. at first, you thought she was actually uninterested, but after a while you´d caught her looking one too many times to believe that you were reading into things, Tess was subtle but not subtle enough. something told you that she was bluffing, that she was denying her attraction for some reason, you could practically see her restraining herself whenever you flirted with her and it only made you want her more, to know that she did feel something but was hiding it from you. 

what you didn´t know was that it had only taken a few days of knowing you for Tess to feel panicked by her sudden attraction to you. at first it was easy for her to ignore it, but once you started pursuing her she felt herself getting nervous, which made her try to shut down whatever it was that you made her feel because she knew how fucked she´d be if she let some girl she´d have to see on the regular get under her skin like that. Tess grew stubborn, she had too much pride to let you feel like you had the power to get her to give into her urges, so instead of taking your flirting as an invitation to just go for it and have fun, she tried her hardest to let you believe you had no effect on her, unwilling to be the weaker one in a dynamic. someone else would have just delighted in being so aggressively hit on by someone they were so into but she was different, she couldn´t just go with the flow and be normal about desire, and she´d come to regret this, hard. after a few months of unsuccessfully trying to get her to give in, you changed strategies. you had a feeling that jealousy might be a weak spot for her, so you were going to test that theory and do it well. 

there was a girl in your group who obviously had a thing for you, you´d never considered it because she wasn´t really your type, but she was still pretty and good company so one day you thought fuck it, let´s see how good her poker face holds up once she sees someone else claming me right in front of her eyes. 

so, one day you and the others, including Tess, were sitting around planning something and the girl you´d started seeing rested her hand on your thigh, caressed you a little as she listened to Joel and a few others talk, and you caught the brief second of shock on Tess face as she saw it, quickly followed by a flicker of something like rage, I knew it, you thought. the good thing was that the girl was very heavy on physical affection, so she kept touching you and nobody gave much of a fuck but Tess was dying on the inside. you were absolutely shameless about it because while the girl kept showering you in affection you kept giving Tess stares, the kind that made it obvious you were messing with her, challenging her, and she couldn´t believe it, your audacity, but then again, wasn´t that what she´d recruited you for, your effect on people? she hadn´t considered that she might find herself on the receiving end of it. 

the following week you kept doing it every time you were all in a room together, and it was driving Tess increasingly insane, seeing a girl holding your hand, kissing your cheek, rubbing your back absentmindedly, while you kept staring at her, getting a twisted kind of pleasure out of watching her struggle more and more with denying her needs. she´d rarely felt rage like that, so hot and visceral she caught herself being unnecessarily aggressive with other people who just thought jesus, what´s up with her these days. she felt a sense of possessiveness over you that was of course unwarranted, since she´d rejected your advances and of course she knew that you were probably dating people, but actually being confronted with it was a whole different thing, seeing you being touched by someone like that was forcing her to admit that she wanted to be in the girl´s place, and even worse, could have already been if she had just given into your pursuit.

one night as you were all leaving after a brief meet up to plan a mission for the following day, Tess was leaning against the wall of the building smoking as you said goodbye to the girl, really playing it up because she was near, kissing her longer than you usually would, pulling her in tighter, before she walked down the street in the opposite direction of where you had to go home. 

Tess thought okay, if you wanna fuck around with me, two can play that game. as you were about to pass by her she grinned in a way that made it look like she was laughing to herself about you, so you stopped, staring at her, “can I help you?”, not masking your annoyance well. she kept that cocky expression on her face as she flicked her cigarette away and crossed her arms, eyeing you, you hated how hot it looked, her leaning back like that, her hair falling down her shoulders, her eyes piercing even though it was dark, “oh nothing..” she said, which of course only made you press the issue, “no, go on, what´s so funny, enlighten me”, she spoke in a lower tone then, “well. you might wanna dump that girlfriend of yours”, she wasn´t your girlfriend but you didn´t correct her, couldn´t hurt to let her believe it, “huh??”, you were confused, genuinely.

the moment she saw your puzzled expression her body changed the way it usually did before throwing a really good punch or hitting a target perfectly, she knew she´d get you good with what she was about to say, she had you right where she wanted you, “well. she´s clearly not giving it to you right. otherwise you wouldn´t be staring at me all day”. 

your face froze up, your whole being for that matter, it took a good few seconds for words to return to you, you were in utter disbelief. “I´m sorry, what the fuck did you just say to me?”, she loved it, finally seeing you crumble for once, having the upper hand, “you heard me.” she said, very satisfied with herself, still staring you down, unyielding, her stance solid and unmoving, her strong arms pronounced by the shirt she was wearing, you tried your hardest not to look, not there, not at her neck or her lips, there was hardly a part of her that was safe to look at, so you grew angry, “yeah I really wish I hadn´t, Theresa.” drawing the last word out. 

a low blow from you, everyone knew she despised her full name. seeing her flinch a little at its sound was a momentary win, a hint of power in your hands, “careful. and I didn´t hear you denying it yet”, you shifted your stance to look more secure then, regaining your wits a little, “yeah I don´t owe you a justification of my fucking sex life as far as I´m aware. also you´re being pretty inappropriate”, that got her pissed too then, “oh that´s rich coming from you, I´m not the one who keeps eye fucking their superior”, you scoffed then, “superior? really?”, “yes. really.”, technically you knew she was right, it was only fair that those with decades of experience called the shots, still, you knew she used the word in that moment to assert a different kind of dominance, one that had little to do with your work. again, you´d failed to deny her accusation but you were eager to just get the fuck out of there with your dignity somewhat in tact still, you knew she was clever and hadn´t said anything that was too far off from the truth, “what do you want from me Tess? what business of yours is it what I do or who I date?”, a last attempt to push back, tired and riled up by all your unresolved feelings for her, the anger over having been ignored by her for so long and only now getting her attention by playing some mind game that got her to be mean to you, also anger over being turned on by it.

“well if you keep pulling me into your dissatisfaction with her it is kind of.. “my business””, her fingers making air quotes for the last part of the sentence, mocking you in a way, and her calm air as she said it was only pissing you off more, she was enjoying it, having a point, sensing that she was getting to you, “you sound insane you know that right? maybe take a downer or something” you hissed and she was getting fed up, her smile dropped,“okay here´s the deal sweetie. you quit your obnoxious starring act and we´re good. otherwise I won´t play nice anymore” you looked at her, questioning, “this is you playing “nice”?..”, she nodded, “is that a threat I´m hearing?” you inquired, “no. just a very clear instruction of what you should do. so, now go home and try to dream about your girlfriend instead of me” she waved for you to move past her, that fucking grin on her face again, you went to leave, uttering “bitch..” as you were a few feet away from her, but still close enough for her to hear, “say that to my face next time and see what happens”, loud and clear enough for you to hear, somehow not inspiring fear in you, but intrigue, which didn´t help with calming down at all. 

you´d been so wrapped up in trying to defend yourself against her sudden attack that it only dawned on you after that that way of talking to you had also been an admission on her part. you knew her, you knew she wouldn´t have bothered to mess with someone like that if she truly didn´t care about them. it only solidified your belief that there was something there, something thrilling, the air between two people isn´t that charged for no reason. nobody had ever had that physical of an effect on you and you were starved for passion, you were starved for so many things, and she made you sick with a hunger that would only loosen its grip on your insides once you´d get a taste of her. usually people saw you as sweet, as easy to get along with, but she forced something out of you that was darker, and for some reason, despite the rage, you liked it and had a sneaking suspicion she did too. you could have taken her warning as a sign to finally back off and give up, you could have stopped your games and let it go, but of course, you couldn´t. something told you that you were very close to getting what you wanted, if you were willing to take the risk of finally pushing her towards a breaking point. needless to say: you were. 

your work as smugglers, or whatever the hell your own job title was, was often divided within the group, Tess and Joel mostly took care of bigger plans that required multiple days of serious mapping out and careful consideration, often with a few other brainy types to figure out the details, you and a few younger people often did smaller dirty work that required you to be quick on your feet, finding people who´d screwed you over on deals, intimidation tactics, smaller drug deals, so meeting up as a group only happened semi regularly, but about a week and a half after your little stand off with Tess you found yourself in a room with almost all of the others again. that day you told yourself: okay. one last try. if she doesn´t bite now, I´m done. 

part of the agenda that day was you teaching some of the other ones a thing or two about run ins with law enforcement because a few of them had come back bruised and battered from a mission and you were the one person who always without a doubt came back unscathed. it was convenient for you to have to do a lot of talking that day, because it was forcing Tess to pay attention to you, to listen to your voice, to watch you be charming with the others who took in your instructions, a glimmer of admiration in their eyes, and Tess fucking hated all of it, that she felt the same way watching you, convinced you were moving certain ways on purpose when you stood with your back turned to her. that alone was fine, she could manage, but by the time it was someone else´s turn to talk, you´d made your way back to where your “girlfriend” was standing only a few feet away from Tess. you thought perfect and went in for a kiss, but this time you kept your eyes open, looking over her shoulder to stare at Tess as you kissed the girl and you knew in that moment you´d done about the most shameless thing you could think of and for a moment Tess looked like she might actually drag you off and beat you up for it, a darkness in her eyes that would´ve scared you if it hadn´t turned on you on as much as it did, you swore you could see her clenching her teeth. 

about fifteen minutes later you were all ready to leave, your date was in a hurry, she had somewhere to be so you said goodbye and watched everyone including her clear out first before you made your way to the door, for a second fully forgetting about Tess because you were lost in thought, but just as you were about to exit the door you almost ran face first into her because she´d been watching you make your way there and swooped in the last second to block your way, her arm functioning as a barrier.“and where the fuck do you think you´re going?”, she said, her voice sharp, angry, emphasis on the “fuck”. 

“what??” you uttered, still recovering from being ripped out of your thoughts that violently, stumbling back a step, “what?” she mocked, imitating your tone, “you have some fucking nerve. wasn´t it enough to be a bitch to you when I told you to back off? do you need me to hurt you to finally get it? is that what you want?”. “maybe” you shot back as you felt the words hitting you right at your core, the threat of violence drawing your eyes to where her fingers were gripping the doorframe, the sudden thought it wouldn´t be the worst thing in the world to be roughed up by those. you realized you´d done the exact right things to get her to break but you were done playing games, you were done acting like you had no idea what she was talking about, you were tired of pretending; it was time to put all your cards on the table, the game was over. 

you stared into her sou as you said, “you´re really fucking predictable, you know that right?” which was not what she expected to hear, her eyes narrowed then, “excuse me?”, you went on, throwing your hands in the air and looking around as if someone was there whom you could turn to and ask “can you believe this woman?”.

“Jesus fucking Christ Tess, for months I threw myself at you and got nothing in return and then the second I try to make you jealous you´re giving me the time of day, talking to me, paying attention. I was so sure that it would be the only way to get to you and well…” you gestured at her face, the intense expression,“clearly I was right.” a touch of cockiness to that last phrase. she nodded, slowly, thinking, “so you used that girl to get to me, is that it? that´s pretty fucked up of you, you know that right?”, she said it as if she was judging you but there was a clear hint of admiration at the core, Tess was impressed by your cold way of going about things, all to be alone with her.

you shrugged, “sure, yes, I know” she shook her head muttering “you really are something else..”, eyeing you up and down, still a little riled up but also thinking about the fact that you had actually done all that not to just fuck with her but to try and get her to give into her pull towards you. to her it had seemed like you just wanted to rub it in her face, that you´d moved onto someone else, but it was dawning on her that you still wanted her, that you had been trying to get with her all along. a moment of charged silence followed, you trying to understand what she was thinking before she shifted her stance, dropped her arms and looked over her shoulder onto the street, “alright. follow me” she ordered, a questioning look on your face, “what are we-”, she shushed you as she started walking and motioned for you to do the same “just shut up and come”. 

as you walked a few feet behind her, down the dark street that still smelled faintly of rain and wet asphalt, you had a brief second of wondering whether she was taking you to her place or just leading you to a back alley to beat you up, and truthfully you wouldn´t have minded either option. Tess didn´t bother to turn around one single time the entire way, counting on the fact that you were behind her, cocky bitch you thought, you could have walked off in another direction without her even noticing at any second but of course you wouldn´t and of course she knew, so after about five minutes she opened the door of a five story building and didn´t bother to hold the door open, trusting you´d rush in fast enough, still not looking at you, “wow thank you” you uttered under your breath as you caught the heavy door mid closing and tried to keep up with her. 

by the time you found yourself in her apartment you were out of breath and leaned against the wall in the hallway while she turned around to face your for the first time since you´d left the place you were at before, the apartment was only lit by the orange streetlights outside but you saw enough, her hair that had gotten effortlessly wavy from the humid air, the way her shirt sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, something about her arms always got you, so forced yourself to look back at her face, but she´d clocked it, your admiration for her physique, so she stepped closer to you, only stopping when she was about an arm´s length away, your already fast heartbeat not slowing down at all, your cheeks burning. 

for a moment neither of you spoke because you were just sizing each other up, feeling out the vibe, waiting if the other was gonna do or say something. the reality of the situation had come to her: after all those weeks of agonizing over you she had you in her space, you were alone, nothing in the way anymore, and the freedom was almost too much to process for a second, eventually Tess spoke up as she slowly shook her head, taking in the painfully beautiful sight of you, the hint of a smile that you couldn´t suppress, “what am I gonna do with you, hm?” she thought out loud, her voice barely above a whisper, you tilted your head, speaking slowly, putting weight into each word, “you can do whatever you want.”, getting her right in her weakest spot, of course you´d figured out that bending to her will was the one thing that would make you irresistible to her, and watching her face change as the words settled was perfect, she looked like she was blacking out.

Tess realized in that moment why you had gotten under her skin as intensely as you had, why you´d taken up her whole mind and made her blood boil so many times, why her usual stoic facade crumbled around you. it was not like she´d never been pursued by other girls, of course she had, and at times she enjoyed the attention, played into it and had some fun, usually they were easily intimidated by her, tripping over their words if she looked at them long enough, blushing cheeks and wide eyes, but never you, from the very start you talked to her with confidence, unshaken by her aura, you never grew nervous when she looked at you, because you enjoyed it too much, holding eye contact as long as she wanted without breaking it, without surrendering. 

the whole thing of someone twirling their hair and blushing over her had its appeal, sure, but the joy Tess got out of it was very superficial and short-lived, it never really affected her on a deep visceral level because it was so predictable each time, it was almost like following a script, and then you came and showed her what it meant to face an equal, to be caught off guard, the unmatched pleasure it could lead to if she could abandon her pride and let herself be truly moved by someone for once. 

Tess had to admit that what she had going on with you was more thrilling than any other connection she´d ever had before, to see you and to know that you were clever enough to figure her out even when she gave you so little to work with, your ability to do and say exactly the right things to get her worked up, to raise her temperature just with a glance, it was so unlike anything she´d ever experienced that the initial shock made her back away from you, made her try to pretend she wasn´t fully in awe of you, but in that moment it was clear to her: I´ve never wanted anyone the way I want this girl. she sees me for who I am and shes´s not scared of what she sees. we´re the same kind of intense. 

Tess was suddenly devoid of any previous resentment, it all came to her in that moment, just how rare of a thing it was that you´d pursued her for months and months without success and had still not given up, not backed down. for the first time she saw that it wasn´t just some viscous game of yours, it was a deep commitment of time and energy to getting what you wanted and it was a strength she admired, that turned her on. those words you´d used whatever you want, had activated something in her, there was no going back anymore, she saw what she needed to do clearly then. 

she moved even closer to you, close enough for your knees to almost touch, reaching out to mess with the collar of your shirt a little as she said “whatever I want hm?”, you nodded, your eyes wide and expectant, your demeanor suddenly completely different, none of the usual toughness was there anymore, it melted away the second you felt her fingers over your clothing and she could tell, finally you were at her mercy. so without warning she grabbed you by the shoulders and flipped you around, pushing you up against the wall, making you brace yourself with your palms flat against the hard surface, hers placed directly next to them, trapping you, her body pressing against yours, not very gently and you barely had time to shut your mouth to conceal the sound that it got out of your throat, to be manhandled like that by her. your breath was heavy by that point, the feeling of her hips pressing into your lower back, feeling her weight like that made you dizzy with want, it was the closest you´d ever been to Tess, the first time you could properly smell inhale her scent, she leaned in close to your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine as she spoke again, “you´ve imagined this many times, haven´t you?”. 

a nod was all you could give her, words weren´t coming, your mind was blank with need, you were all body in that moment “hm, bet you jerked off thinking about me and felt unsatisfied after, wishing I was actually there, wishing I was between your legs” spot on, you´d spent many nights trying to get off to your image of her but never really did, not in a way that satisfied you, another confessional nod from you as a response, she could feel you struggling under her and she loved it, “poor thing” she whispered before removing her hands from the wall and grabbing your tits, wrapping her strong arms around your torso, the grip immediately forceful enough to get a whimper out of you followed by a breathy, “fuck..” you were scared of actually losing your mind if the action while still being fully dressed was already getting you that soaked, you could feel the heat growing between your legs, spreading through your whole body as her fingers squeezed the sensitive skin of your chest, feeling you up aggressively without shame. “let´s get you out of these already” she said as she spun you around again, your face flushed, your lips parted, the first glimpse of what she could do to you and she was hungry for more, much more. 

Tess briefly pushed a few loose strands of hair out of your face before pulling your shirt over your head in one swift motion. you weren´t wearing a bra so you were left topless immediately and the sight left her speechless for a moment, her motions stopped and she just stood there marveling at your body, none of the clothes you usually wore gave much away about what was hiding beneath them, so being confronted with your bare figure seemed like a dream at first, none of her fantasies of you had prepared her for the real thing, “god..” she sighed, her eyes roaming your upper body, the curve of your neck and where it went down to, and her lustful gaze was too much for you, you couldn´t wait longer, so you grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss, not a pretty one, but one that made it crystal clear just how much pent up tension you were both dying to release; it was sloppy and hard, a kiss that bordered on violence, hands grabbing at each other frantically, almost biting each other with how eager you were, the soft warmth of the other person´s lips driving you both crazy with wanting more, so very quickly you were open mouthed kissing and groaning at the feeling of your tongues meeting, your fingers in her hair while she grabbed your face, the rough fabric of her shirt brushing your bare chest as you tried to get as close as possible to her.

the second you separated to breathe you used the opportunity to move down to her neck, placing a few kisses down the side of her throat before getting carried away and running your tongue over her skin, you were dying to taste her and she was completely taken off guard by it, usually people were passive with her sexually, but in that moment she realized just how much it turned her on to be desired that openly, to be devoured in a way, she let you have your way for a moment, holding onto your back as you left her neck in red splotches where you´d sucked the skin, before she grew too eager and peeled you off, grabbing your hand as she said “come” and pulled you towards her bedroom.

once you were in her room you didn´t register a single detail about it, not the color of the walls, not the furniture, nothing, because you were so lost in the physical sensations that left you vibrating with anticipation for more, you could barely walk straight as she said “take those off for me” pointing to your pants, which you gladly got rid off, leaving you in your underwear as you approached her bed and saw her walking to the other side of the room, which made you realized that wasn´t just gonna use her hands on you and for the first time that night you felt nervous. you could count on one hand the amount of times you´d let someone strap you and the last time had been a while back so you were worried for a second about how you´d handle yourself, someone less perceptive might not have noticed it but the moment Tess walked over to where you were sitting on the bed waiting for her she saw that something in your face had changed, she gave you a look that said, “what is it?”, so you admitted, “it´s just.. it´s been a while since i´ve done it this way”, in that moment it hit her that the image she had of you as this ruthless seductress was only the surface, that below that you were still just a young woman who probably didn´t have that much experience yet, it softened her a little, especially combined with the sight of you all exposed save for your panties, looking all angelic for her, your thighs driving her crazy with the need to just get between them, she nodded, a slight grin as she responded “well, you´re a tough girl. I know you can take it”. and for some reason that was much hotter to you than if she´d have babied or underestimated you.

you were in the middle of her bed, she was by the edge and waved you over “come”, you obeyed, crawling to her, waiting for further instructions, “why don´t you get it nice ´n wet for me hm, that should help”, she said, holding out her hand right under your face, you realized she was asking you to spit in it, so you did, letting salvia drip from between your lips into her open palm, drawing it out a little to make it filthy, and you knew she loved it, seeing you take her orders well, “hmm, good girl” she uttered as she used your spit to lubricate the strap, licking the residue off her hand after, the sight getting your already drenched underwear even wetter. the moment she was done with that her aggressive side returned, she told you to take off the last piece of fabric, which you did, before she climbed over you, watching your face intently as she got settled and teased your cunt for a moment by lightly running her fingers over the wetness that had collected there, a groan from her as she felt the proof of your lust slick against her hand, the moment she touched you there you let out a pretty deseprate moan and she thought oh. this is gonna be fun.

it was clear to her then that you were the needy kind and nothing drove her wilder than a girl who´d lose her composure for her entirely, so without wasting time she guided the tip to your entrance, a wince from you as she slowly pushed herself into you, carefully, her hands moving up to pin yours down next to your head as she saw your face twisting from the sensation of being stretched out, a slight pain that would subside soon,“you´re fine, breathe, deep breaths” she cooed down at you as she pushed herself fully into you “fuck..”, you sighed, wrapping your legs around her waist instinctively, your eyes shut, she was staring down at you, “no, come on look at me” she ordered, wanting to see your expression so you held eye contact as she started slowly moving in and out of you, building up a rhythm, your walls clenching around the silicone, the feeling of your hands being restrained by hers adding to the rapidly increasing heat in you, she quickly started going at it with deep but slow thrusts, the kind that drove you more insane than fast fucking, the intenstiy of it immediately getting more moans out of you, she leaned down as her hips kept meeting yours, whispering, “this is what you wanted all along hm, being taken by me?” you whined in response, your legs tightening around her, “yes- fuck this feels so good” you got out in a shaky tone  as she kept really driving herself into you as deeply you as possible, not necessarily punishing but determined, forcing more and more pathetic sounds out of you.

the sight of your open mouth, your tongue, was too inviting, so she removed one of her hands from yours and pushed her index and middle finger in, which you immediately closed your lips around, sucking on them, the stifled sounds almost more perverse than the previous loud ones, she got more forceful then as she view of your eyes closed in pleasure with your pretty mouth filled by her digits almost drover her insane, and it turned you on too, not just the sensation of being entered in two ways at once, of feeling your walls throbbing as she kept fucking into you with hard strokes, but also because you knew you looked good, you could tell that you were her fantasy come to life from the way her breath sounded as you sucked her fingers, all messed up and clearly matching you in desperation, “god you were made to be fucked, look at you” she breathed, while getting up from where she was hovering over you to get on her knees to push your legs apart, pressing them towards your chest to really fuck you as deeply as possible, bracing herself against one of your legs as she increased her speed then, making you see stars.

“Tess fuck, unhgg-” you begged as her hands gripped your legs and forced you open for her, your head pushed back into the pillow, your back arching up, “you’re doing so well, so pretty like this” she encouraged as she got you to unravel, your hands frantically grabbing the sheets as you tried to somehow remain conscious as you felt your insides twisting up and your climax approaching, which she could sense, but she wasn´t gonna let you cum just yet, so after a few more moments of savoring the sight of you all fucked out on your back, squirming and holding on as she had her way with you, she stopped, pulling out for a moment, an immediate desperate whine from you, “ugh fuck Tess.. I was close-” you sounded like you might actually cry and she might have felt bad if she wasn´t so into it, seeing you like that, an utter mess for her, “I know sweetheart but I´m not just gonna let you lay there, gotta see that perfect body of yours move” she answered, peppering in some genuine praise that did make the shameless edging hurt a little less, she moved to the other end of the bed and gently slapped your thigh to signal to you to get up, “come on, get on top of me pretty girl” she took satisfaction out of seeing you struggle and shake a bit as you got up on all fours and climbed over to her, weak from her impact, placing your knees on either side of her thighs as you tried to lower yourself and she grabbed your hips to guide you, “nice and slow okay”, she instructed, not wanting you to hurt yourself, her grip securing you as you used one hand to guide the strap back into yourself, your soaked cunt practically begging for it, a pornographic moan from you as you sat down on it and felt yourself full again, “good girl” she cooed, watching your face change again, that intoxicating look of yours, so needy and overwhelmed, “just like that” her hands still on your hips, not letting go.

you faced her then, your eyes glazed over with pure need, an endearing sight to her, she locked eyes with you as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, but she could tell you were holding back a little, so she said, “come on don´t be shy now, fuck yourself for me, as hard as you want”, her hands on your waist then as you stared back into her eyes and braced yourself on her chest as you moved back and forth with more feeling, more force, moaning each time you could feel the tip hitting that sweet spot, trying hard to find an angle of where it would be hit over and over, “that´s it, ” Tess praised as she got high on of the image of you riding her, using her, losing yourself in the feeling of being full of her, “god nobodys ever looked this good taking me, fuckin´divine..” she sighed before she got you to sit more upright on her so she could lean forward and suck on your tits as you rode her, the sight of your chest bouncing up and down from the rhythm of your fucking too enticing to just watch, your hands on her neck then as she ran her tongue over your nipple and sucked on it hard enough to turn your sighing into broken up cries, “fuck - don´t stop” you mumbled as you felt her switching between licking and sucking the soft skin, her teeth digging in at one point, a sharp pain that felt good mixed with the ache between your legs as you kept rocking back and forth, your clit throbbing too by that point from getting the friction.

you could feel yourself getting close as Tess moved her face away from your chest and used her strength to help you finish by holding you in place while thrusting upwards from below you, your whole body consumed by the need to cum by that point, the heat at your core turning into a heat all over, your limbs tingling, your chest rising and falling with labored breaths as you felt her fucking you from under you, “oh jesus fuck-” you cursed as she did this, throwing your head back and bracing yourself on her legs as your cunt got demolished by her, “let go, cum for me” she groaned, the order pushing you over the edge, a final pathetic sounding whine from you as you shuddered and shook for a moment, your walls clenching hard around the silicone which was drenched in your juices by that point, from the sound of it Tess might have actually cum too just from having you move on her like that, her breaths punctured by sighs as her hands rested on your back to push you towards herself, needing you close as you gave her what she wanted: the uninhibited display of your release, it was pure ecstasy to her, your body goddess-like as you slowly rode out your high, all for her to take in, every detail, she was obsessed to her core.

as you stopped moving and tried to catch you breath before attempting to get off of her, she helped, lifting you up a little and hearing a slight gasp as she left you empty, spent, falling onto your back, your arms splayed out, and you thought that was it, you were done, but Tess wasn´t, not yet. 

she got up from the bed, quickly freed herself of the harness and got down on her knees, pulling you towards the edge of the bed in one rough motion, “Tess fuck no I can´t-” you pleaded as you realized what she was doing, but she just smiled as she pushed your still slightly shaky legs apart, hooking one of them over her shoulder to get good access,“sure you can, one more okay? for me” a sweetness in those last two words, persuading you to give into it and you tried to believe her but your body was losing all sense of place and time, all sanity, as you felt her fingers digging into your thighs, her face close to your soaked, aching cunt, your soft sounds of desperation only turned her on more so she wasted no time and licked up the slick that had leaked out of you and coated your inner thighs, savoring it, “god you taste like heaven” she breathed against your skin, biting down for a second, she had a thing for it, leaving marks, not just to mark her territory but because she loved knowing that you wouldn´t be able to shower and look at yourself in the mirror without thinking of what she´d done, so she briefly lost herself in the feeling of your soft skin between her teeth, the immediately visible red and purple indents, your whimpering, before moving up to where she´d fucked you open before, kissing your aroused lips, sucking on them, running her tongue up and down in a slow, heartfelt rhythm, moving her face to add to the friction.

“fuck- I´m- Tess” you were incoherent as your fingers found their way into her hair, pulling a little as she focused the tip of her tongue on your clit, swirling over it in circles, more crying and begging from you each second, a few tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming pulsing and twisting at your core, your legs pressing together on the sides of her face, but she didn´t yield, forcing them apart again, flicking her tongue against your overstimulated most sensitive spot and finally just sucking on it, hard, determined, “you´re killing me” you groaned, your hips bucking upwards as a reaction and her fingers probably leaving bruises from how hard she was gripping you, and since you were still so sensitive from before it took little time for you to cum against her face, cursing under your breath as her chin was left glistening from you juices, just how she wanted it. the moment the second climax crashed over you in waves your body was drained of all energy, your limbs went totally slack, your lower half felt like it was burning up, and your breathing was so messed up you didn´t even try conceal it, laying thre exhausted but buzzing with endorphins, the good kind of tired. 

Tess got up from the floor to sit down next to where you were laying, a satisfied grin on her face as she traced your outline with her fingertips, admiring her impact, the light bite marks on your chest, the shine of sweat on your face, it was pure bliss to her, seeing you like that.

“god I really shouldn´t have made you wait this long..” she said, truly at a loss over how stupid she´d been to deny herself the pleasure of being with you, you gave a tired laugh then, turning to look her in the eyes, “yeah no shit”, she smiled, “guess I have a lot to make up for hm?”, you nodded, “well, this was a good start”, reaching for the strand of her hair that framed her face, twirling it around your finger as you slowly regained your composure.

“but just so we´re clear, you´re not getting any favoritsm out of this” she teased, you returned the energy, “well fuck, I clearly just did all this to lower my work load.”, you propped yourself up on your elbows then, looking at her more clearly, her cheeks still flushed, an unusual ease to her expression, you took some pride in being the one to get her to look like that, just eyeing her for a second and for once she loved it, being stared down by you, being fucked with by your intense gaze. “you know, the first time we met I actually thought you were flirting with me for a few minutes. could´ve saved us a lot of time if you had been” you told her, which made her laugh,“really?? and you would´ve just gone with me if I had been? that easy?” you shrugged, “hey, I am not the one who played hard to get here” you had a point, she nodded, amused by the idea of you wanting her from the very start.

you crawled over to her then, wrapping your arms around her neck as she ran her hands up and down the warm skin of your back, both of you just looking at each other all blissed out and relieved, “I didn´t expect you to be so..” you started saying, she cocked her head, “so what?”, “you know, generous..” she smiled then, placing one of her hands on your cheek, “right, you thought I´d just be mean and use you and take out my frustrations, huh?”, you nodded, “maybe, kinda yeah.”, “well, not my thing. I mean I´ll do whatever you want me to, if you want it rough just ask, but I am simple, I just want my girl to feel good”, you squinted your eyes at her, “your girl? is that what I am?”, charmed by that way of putting it, “well you´re sure as hell not anybody else´s anymore”, she said, meaning it, her possessiveness jumping out, “yeah I don´t think I could show up with bite marks at someone else´s place, so..”, “that was the plan” she whispered before leaning in to kiss your neck, getting a soft sigh out of you before moving to your lips, a gentler kiss than the one before.

“you can stay over if you want by the way. it´s so late I won´t make you go home now” she said as you made her lay back so you could lay on top of her, smiling down at her as you asked, “really?”, she didn’t see what was so crazy about her offer, “yes really”, “hm. didn´t figure you for the “falling asleep in each others arms” type”, she feigned offense, “okay rude.. I can be romantic, I do have a heart you know”, you grinned, laying your head on her chest, “I know. also, staying the night is good because then I can return the favor”, a mischievousness to your tone, “oh that´s what you think is gonna happen?”, she asked, “well, I think you´d like seeing me on my knees, wouldn´t you?” , again, you´d said the right thing to her weak, “jesus. you´re still messing with me, aren´t you?” she couldn´t believe how good you were at hitting her where it would get her to fold, but she loved it, “maybe” you whispered, eyes closed and smiling as she caressed your still naked body to keep you warm. 

now that you´d gotten the initial push and pull out of the way, you couldn´t wait to see what it would mean to actually be with her, how you´d spend an evening together, how she’d act as a lover, if you´d sneak around or let people know, all the things that were to come now that your feelings were out in the open. you liked the idea of nobody knowing about you and stealing glances when you were in a room together. maybe that would be your next thing: teasing her in public until she gives in and drags you away. maybe you weren´t fully done with it yet, getting under her skin, and maybe she was secretly hoping that was th case.

for the first time in ages, both of you had the feeling of finally having someone who challenges you, who surprises and thrills you. boredom or a desire for more heat and passion was not going to be an issue anymore, not as long as you had each other.

[crazyk-imagine]

The Ocean plus Shawn equals Chaos

Pairing: Carlton Lassiter x Female!reader

Characters: Carlton Lassiter, Female!reader, Shawn Spencer, Burton "Gus" Guster, Henry Spencer, Juliet O'Hara, Buzz McNab

Warnings: Fluff, classic Shawn screams, psych vibes, Lassie is a simp for his baby girl, Henry is a wise man, we listen to him at all times, reader lowkey lightly trying to kill Shawn, McNab makes an appearance

Word Count: 655

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You don’t know how it started but, you pull the blanket tighter around you to get warm.

You huff as you feel like you’re getting colder and colder by the minute.

You look up and notice the movement beside Carlton’s shoulder. You narrow your eyes and notice the one person you're thankful to see but also want to punch.

He gets closer with each step he takes. He feels bad about what happened and wants to apologize, he’s close to doing so until he sees the expression on your face.

You push yourself off the step on the back of the ambulance to chase after your idiot friend.

Shawn immediately starts running backwards and starts screaming like a little girl, which would have amused you more had the case not happened.

He runs around a car and tries his best to evade you but continues to fail with each turn he takes.

If he knew you couldn’t seriously fight him, he would have been able to use more common sense instead of running on “fumes”.

He runs past the crowd aka your other best friend, Shawn's dad, his crush, and Carlton, he continues to make poor excuses to hide from you even if they’ve already said no.

“Shouldn’t we help him?” Juliette asks, cringing every time he screams.

“No. He’s got what’s coming to him,” Henry says.

“Isn’t that a little harsh?” Gus chimes in.

“Do you want her to be the one chasing you?”

He sucks in air through his teeth, thinking it over and decides he’d rather live than be in the same predicament as his best friend. “He’ll be fine.”

“Well, I’m not fine. She should be on her way to the hospital by now,” Carlton says before standing in front of Shawn, who then screams in horror.

“Is this how I go? How am I supposed to live on when I never got to pass on my legacy to the children?!” Gus furrows his brows, “you don’t have any.” Shawn gasps, clutching his chest.

“And I don’t have any children!” You stop in front of him, but Carlton shoves him out of the way and grabs, pushing you back towards an ambulance. “Back to the ambulance.”

“Carlton, I’m fine.”

“Well, I’m not. Now you better get your butt back in the ambulance or you’re gonna have me to deal with.”

You avoid his gaze and listen to his advice, slowly trailing back to the ambulance where Buzz is, worriedly searching for you. “Oh, thank God. I mean- I knew where you were.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “you’re lying.”

He opens his mouth, looking like a fish out of water, scared to admit that he did temporarily lose you because Carlton will have his head.

“Lassie, I want to go home.”

“You can go home after you’ve been checked out,” he says with a soothing voice.

“Stop treating me like I’m five.”

“Okay, once you're done with the doctor, then you can go home.”

“That’s slightly better but thank you nonetheless.”

The corner of his lip’s curves upward, “it’s my job to make sure you're safe.”

You curl back into the blanket, reaching for his hand. “Thank you,” you tell him, understanding the hidden meaning behind his comment.

“Hey, Lassie! Are you two dating?” You stare at Carlton and smile, “I’m going to kill him. Please visit me in prison.”

He opens his mouth to ask what you mean but you’re gone before he could even make a sound.

Shawn squeals and takes off, passing Henry, who shakes his head. “Stop running!”

“No, you want to hurt me!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t if you’re crazy girlfriend didn’t try to drown me!”

“We were never together! I only like those who are reasonably crazy!”

“Well, then reasonably take my foot up your-”

“Okay, Gus, go stop them,” Henry tells him. “What? Why me?”

“You’re their best friend.”

“Not right now I’m not.” 

[senditcolton]

touch me like a summer night

we got that heat like the summer and i'm so glad i made you mine

song inspo | word count: 11.4k a/n: yes this is coming out at 10am two days after it was promised but i did promise that you guys would get it so i hope it was worth the wait. i will let you know this is more Casey centric. you know I love Matt but I've been writing so much for him that it was time to give the attention to someone else. it is also my goal in life to turn you all into Casey sluts as well as Marty sluts. hope this accomplishes that goal warnings: it's a threesome fic so, smut, obviously. feminine reader, oral (m receiving), unprotected/creampie. it's a basically filth but with feelings. Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

A pool party. The perfect end to a beautiful summer. Made even better by the people who organized the party. Made even better by the person who invited you.

When your best friend from back home in Vancouver learned that you were moving to New York to pursue your career, you immediately became enveloped in Mathew Barzal’s world. A world that, for you as an outsider invited in, was filled with celebrations of victories, growth coming from defeat, and an insane amount of bonding.

Like this pool party. Mat had told you it was organized by his captain to welcome in the new rookies and give everyone a final chance to relax before the real work began.

But it was still summer. Still time for long weekends and staying out all night and sleeping in. There was still time for you waste by your best friend’s side, joining him as an expected plus-one to team events such as these.

It also meant that you had more time to exist around insanely hot men. Because, yes, you’d be lying through your teeth if being around some of the most attractive people wasn’t an additional perk that came from your longtime friendship with Mathew.

You commended whoever oversaw the picking of the men that made up this team of 20 very handsome individuals and sometimes wondered if visual appeal had been part of the decision-making process. But, more than anything, you wanted to personally shake the hand of whoever it was that brought Matt Martin and Casey Cizikas to Long Island.

While everyone on the roster had a certain appeal to someone, those two…. There was something different about them that made you weak. Perhaps the reason you always thought about them in conjunction with each other was because of their friendship, especially intriguing considering their seemingly contrasting personalities.

Matt Martin was all rough edges and strong energy. He commanded every room he walked into and that domineering power would make any one weak in the knees. Especially when he shoots you that lazy smug smirk of his.

Casey Cizikas on the other hand… there was something about him that you couldn’t quite place. He felt like sunshine incarnate, all gentleness and warmth. While Matt dominated every room he walked into, Casey lit the room up. And the first time Mat introduced you to him, you were certain he lit a fire within you that had yet to go out. But underneath all that light, you could sense a coldness. Like when you get burned by a fire so hot you can’t feel the pain of it. A sense of power that made him dangerous and even more intriguing to you.

They each had you hooked, for many different separate reasons. But combined? There was something there that you wanted to explore. And sometimes you felt like they might feel the same about you.

Or maybe you were simply projecting your lust onto two insanely attractive people who were simply nice to look at. Whatever the reason, you never turned down an invitation to hang out with the Islander team because you knew that they would most likely be there and that always made you giddy.

That being said, you never told Mat your feelings towards his teammates. He didn’t need to know that that took up a major part of your decision making.

You turn to look over at your friend, the steering wheel firmly in his grasp as the breeze blows through the open windows, sunglasses perched on his nose. The suburbs of Long Island pass you by and there’s this feeling in the air that tells you today is going to be special.

“I still don’t understand why you shaved your head again,” you muse, causing a grin to twist onto his lips.

“So concerned with my hairstyle choices,” he teases. “No matter how much dislike you express, it’s not going to magically make it grow back.”

“Doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying,” you quip back, causing his infectious cackle to sound, floating through the summer air. You smile, turning your attention back out the window, watching the scenery pass by you, leading you closer to your destination.

In less time than you expected, Mat turned into Anders’ neighborhood, finding a parking spot on the already crowded street outside his home. You follow him as he wanders straight to the gate leading to the backyard and when a cheer goes up from those already gathered, you can’t help but smile.

Yes, while you enjoyed the superficial perks of being friends with Mat – like parties and being surrounded by attractive people – you were also insanely grateful at how welcoming this group was to you, a purely platonic childhood friend of their star forward. They made you feel like a part of their make-shift family and it made you insanely happy to know that you had a place here with them.

But you are not oblivious to the two pairs of eyes connected to your frame.

Gaining and keeping Marty and Casey’s attention was one of the motives for your choice of bikini and the crochet coverup that feigns modesty. You disguise your smirk as a friendly smile, happy that your actions seemed to be creating the desired outcome. You continue to feel their stares on you as you make your way around the party, greeting everyone and starting small conversations, pretending not to notice.

Matt Martin and Casey Cizikas made you weak in the knees and you were simply excited that their attention was on you. Part of you knew that you would be content if that was all that came out today: a few drinks, a lot of fun, and a little bit of recognition from two handsome men.

But you wouldn’t complain if things escalated a bit beyond lingering glances.

Although that hope is in the back of your mind, you don’t let it infect the entirety of the day, don’t let it control your movements and decisions. You help yourself to the assortment of snacks Anders and Grace provided, along with a more than a few spiked lemonades. You spend time talking to the girls that you had become close with as well as introducing yourself to some of the new faces at the party. You and Mat play (and lose) a two-out-of-three game of chicken with Ilya and his girlfriend Taylor.

And while you are subconsciously aware of the heat of Marty and Casey’s gaze landing on you occasionally, you don’t give them a second glance, wanting to stay in the moment.

However, if you did, their reactions might give you an idea as to where their thoughts were wandering and where the night could possibly be heading.

The way Matt’s jaw clenches every time you bend down to grab another drink out of the cooler. The glint of jealousy in their eyes at your flirty-friendliness towards some of the rookies. The way Casey’s hand tightens around his bottle of beer when you first removed your coverup, adjusting the straps of your bikini before diving into the pool. Their shared glance at the sight of Mat’s hands gripping your thighs as he held you on top of his shoulders.

You didn’t notice any of it, choosing instead to focus on the “right now” instead of the “what if”. It isn’t until you slip away to the hot tub in the corner of Lee’s property, the continual excitement and activity leaving you exhausted, does your mind start to wander and reminisce.

You sigh, taking sip of your spiked lemonade as you stare out towards the distant Long Island coastline. The tang of the drink reminds you of summer, reminds you of the summer that swiftly slipping away.

It was a good summer, overflowing with adventure and enjoyment. But there was something missing. You wanted this summer to be one that you remembered. One that you looked back on with equal parts amusement and perhaps some mortified hindsight because you knew some of the best memories were fueled by wild choices.

Soon the salt air and warm breeze would turn and the cold would come in.

You were ready to make the most of the remaining sunshine.

The golden glow of the sunset seems to encourage you, reminding you that there was still plenty of time left. It is a comforting thought and it allows you to relax, your head resting on your crossed arms that were perched on the edge of the tub, your eyes trained to the horizon.

There is a soft splashing from behind you calling your attention. You only turn your head to look behind you, not bothering to adjust your position. And you feel your heartbeat increase when your eyes land on Matt and Casey slipping into the warm waters. You try not to jerk your gaze back to the sunset, wanting to remain calm and not wanting to notice how they affected you by simply existing in the same space as you.

The soft sounds of their previous conversation float over you, the two of them not even acknowledging you and you find that you don’t mind it. Their deep voices created a comforting white noise, which allows you space to breathe and time to help calm the stuttering of your heart.

You don’t even realize that the focus of their conversation has shifted to you until you finally register the sound of Casey’s soft voice calling your name. You turn your head again, your eyes connecting to his ice blue irises and you must stop them from wandering down the bare expanse of this chest on full display for you to enjoy.

“Still ignoring us?” he asks and although you hear the gentle tease lacing his words, it doesn’t stop the heat from rushing up to the back of your neck.

“Never,” you reply. “You both know you’re my favorite Islanders.”

A chuckle causes your gaze to dart over to Matt and your eyes once again want to wander down, especially considering the nonchalant way his arms are draped over the edges of the hot tub.

“What would poor Barzy think? Knowing his best friend likes us more?” he muses and the heat coursing through your body doesn’t dissipate. If anything, it increases at the sight of that almost dangerous glint in Matt’s eyes. You finally spin your body to face them, sinking into the frothy water before giving a small shrug.

“He can think what he wants.”

Your chirp pulls another small bout of laughter from them both and the smile on your lips grows. The quiet descends over the three of you and you finally let your eyes wander, dancing across their broad frames. You try not to be completely shameless as you admire them but it seems that the alcohol running through your veins threw any subtlety from your body; a suspicion that was all but confirmed with Casey clearing his throat, once again forcing you to make eye-contact. The heat rushes back to your cheeks but your heart also trills when you see no discomfort from either of them in response to your appraisal.

“What were you thinking about? Before this? You looked very wistful when we showed up.”

“Nothing really,” you reply with a small shrug. “Just thinking about the summer. How it’s been so far. What I still want from it before autumn comes.”

“And what is it that you want?”

“Something memorable. An experience that I know won’t happen again any time soon. Something that seems almost too good for it not to be a fantasy.”

If you weren’t already studying their every movement, you would’ve easily missed the quick glance they shared, a silent communication that was built upon their long friendship and a quick understanding as they direct their eyes back onto you. Another bout of scorching heat rushes through your body as you find yourself almost pinned underneath their shared gazes.

“So, favorite Islanders, huh?” Casey asks, repeating the words you first spoke to them. There was nothing different in the words themselves, but they way he said them, the edge that they took falling out his lips immediately caught your attention. “Then why are you sitting so far away?”

The dare is obvious, hanging heavy in the space between you and the two of them. Your eyes dart from Casey to Matt and back again, your mind wondering if this was the beginning of what you hoped it might be or if your alcohol riddled brain was projecting your darkest fantasies onto the current moment.

It takes a second before you decide to take the bait, lifting yourself up, your upper body emerging from the warm water. The combination of the cooling evening air and the weighted gaze of the two men in front of you, practically devouring your body like you had just done to them, cause goosebumps to erupt on your skin as you cross the small expanse of water, turning to settle directly in between them.

Another shiver is sent down your spine as you feel a small droplet fall onto your shoulder, courtesy of Matt’s arm casually draped around you. Your eyes return to Casey, one eyebrow raising in question.

“Satisfied?”

“Never,” he replies, his pale blue eyes now blatantly raking down your body before returning to your face. “But this is a good start.”

“Ignore him,” Matt speaks, calling your attention. “Zeeker likes to have control.”

“Is that so? And you know this how?”

“Experience,” comes his coy reply, leaving you with more questions than answers. Although from the cool casualness of his words, it isn’t hard for you to guess what type of experience he was referring to – a teamwork that extended beyond the public view of the rink and into a more private setting.

“And what about you, Marty?”

“What about me?”

“Do you like to take control as well?” you ask, your eyes sparking with challenge, one which Matt gladly accepts, that smug smirk appearing on his face.

“Yes and no.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Meaning I’m not as… collected as this one,” he explains, his head nodding towards Casey. “But I’m also not about to let you call the shots.”

“Oh, really?” you ask, the electric energy surging as Matt directs his words to you, making it clear that this was more than just conversation. This was persuasion, this was interest being gauged in the subtlest of ways.

The alcohol in your blood makes you desperate and the revelation makes you bold. You lean your body closer to Matt, your hand moving underneath the water before landing on his thigh. You smirk when you see his jaw clench, the reaction only encouraging you to slowly move higher.

“What would you let me do?”

“Careful, sweetheart,” Casey calls to you and your head is once again whipped over to look to him. “Marty isn’t easy to reign in once he has his mind set on something.”

“And who says I want to keep him reigned in?” you shoot back, keeping your hand firmly in place on Matt’s thigh. The throb of your lower stomach increases when you feel Matt shift, his arms dropping into the water, his hands finding your hips. Your fingers flex against the strong muscle of his upper thigh and that small subtle movement seems to break the modicum of Matt’s restraint.

You gasp as he hauls you into his lap, your back pressing against his chest, a moan threatening to escape when you feel him hard against your ass, the sensation sending another thrum of electricity through your body.

“Matt.”

Casey’s sharp voice calls your attention to him again and you look to see his eyes trained on the man behind you. You can practically see the silent conversation happen between them in real time, the only verbal utterance being what you would best describe as a growl vibrating through Matt’s chest as his hands flex against your hips, his restraint regained at least for a moment. It’s only then that Casey’s gaze falls to you, darker and headier than before and the ache between your thighs increases.

“Do you want him?” he asks you, the question as weighted and dangerous as a loaded gun. You know your next words could easily cause the swift end of this delicious build-up, knowing that your words might strain the friendship between the two men. But you couldn’t let Casey slip between your fingers like sand.

“Want both of you,” you whisper and the words feel as load as a shotgun blast but you know no damage was caused when you see the smirk appear on Casey’s lips.

“Are you sure?” he asks and you nod furiously, your wanton eagerness earning a chuckle from the men on either side of you. “I need your words,” he explains.

You are about to answer when the syllables get stuck in your throat at the sensation of Matt’s warm lips brushing across your shoulders. Swallowing thickly, you finally manage to speak.

“Yes,” you breathe out, the racing of your heart a combination of the sensations of Matt against you and the excitement of the realization that your wildest fantasies were about to come true. “If you two are offering.”

“What do you think, Marty?”

“Do you have to fucking ask?” Matt mumbles into your skin and you can feel the desperation radiating from him, almost as strong as yours. It feels as if you are both waiting with baited breath as Casey returns his blue irises to yours.

“Well darling, you said you wanted a summer to remember. I think we can easily provide that,” Casey smiles, the promise bringing a dangerous glint into his eyes that has the fire that had been coursing through your veins finally settle deep within your abdomen.

Casey continues to observe you, his detached appraisal makes you want to reach out and touch him but Matt’s hands on your waist and his lips moving from the top of your shoulders up to your neck renders you immobile, even when the warmth of his breath tickles the shell of your ear.  

“Are you going to come home with us?” he whispers and you aren’t sure if it’s a genuine question or if he is being a tease.

It turns out it doesn’t matter because as soon as Matt’s lips land on that spot behind your ear that makes you weak, all sense of composure evaporates from your body. You spin in a haste that catches Matt off-guard, his hands dropping from you, leaving you room to maneuver your legs underneath the bubbling waters to straddle him. There is only a millisecond for you to register the surprise on his features before your hands cup his cheeks, pulling his face to yours as you finally crash your lips together.

It only takes a moment for Matt to reciprocate, his own body surging up to press against yours, his arms wrapping around you to hold you in place. He tastes like whiskey and cinnamon, his lips moving against your own and you can’t stop the way your body rolls against him.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Casey’s voice echoes and your reluctantly let your lips drop from Matt’s. The man beneath doesn’t seem to mind, his mouth gladly moving down your neck and chest, the heat from his actions feeling like the warmth of a sunburn only much more pleasurable. You turn to look at Casey who is still, once again, simply observing. “I know this hot tub is a little off the beaten path but we’re still at a party. Wouldn’t want anyone to come stumbling upon this, would we?”

The idea isn’t entirely unpleasant but right now, you don’t want an audience; you want these two gorgeous individuals all to yourself in every way they were proposing. You give Matt’s hair a gentle tug, pulling him away from your skin and looking into his darkened eyes.

“Take me home,” your words whispered just loud enough for Casey to also hear. The demand makes that devilish grin appear on Matt’s face but your attention is drawn from him by the splashing of water and you turn to see Casey lifting himself out of the tub. Your eyes trace the path that every droplet of water that runs down his chest. He notices but doesn’t tease you for it, instead offering you an upturned palm.

You gladly transfer your hand from Matt to him, removing yourself from above Marty. You can feel him close on your heels, hear the splashing of the water as he lifts himself off the bench to stand behind you but the intense stare of Casey keeps you almost hypnotized as you climb up to exit the warmth of the hot tub.

You are perched on the seat, about to lift your leg over the side when Matt’s hands land on your hips, halting your movements briefly. The water transferring from his skin to yours has tremors running through your body and you feel his lips press against your spine, weighted with the promise of what’s to come.

Matt relents, letting Casey guide you completely out of the warm water. After the three of you were back on solid land, you break apart, moving back towards the house and into the hubbub of the party. You each gather your things and inconspicuously as possible, not wanting to broadcast your intentions to the rest of the guests like a neon sign. It takes you a minute to locate Barzy, which you eventually do, finding him lounging on the couch with a few of the guys. You walk over to him, your coverup returned over your frame and your bag in hand.

“Hey Mat, I’m gonna head home,” you say, placing your hand on his shoulder. Your words register immediately as he hoists himself off the sofa, turning towards you. You reach out your hand, keeping him upright as he sways on his feet, the evidence of his lack of sobriety clear.

“M’kay, les go,” he slurs and you laugh at his obvious intoxication.

“You are in no condition to go anywhere,” you state and thankfully Grace who was sitting in the group around Mat also notices and helps you guide him back to his original sitting position.

“Anders and I will watch him,” she tells you, her own mouth twisted in an amused smirk that you are sure matches yours. Mat throws his head back, resting on the top of the couch cushion, staring at your face from upside down.

“But how are you get home?” he asks, his mind still clear enough to know he was your means of transportation to and – at least originally planned to be – from the party.

“Casey offered me a ride.”

“Good,” he mumbles, his head falling to the side as he nods in approval. “Case isa good guy.”

You almost feel bad for using the trust he had for his teammates against him, knowing that the actual truth was lightyears off from the good intentions that Mat had in his mind. But in a way, he was right. Casey was a good guy and you knew that he and Marty were going to take care of you. What that entailed was another story but Mat had no reason to doubt that you would be safe with them.

So, you leave him with a teasing rub of his buzzcut before wandering to the side gate, your heartrate increasing when you spy Casey there waiting for you. The excited smile on your face is returned with that calm cool smirk that you’ve come to recognize and he once again offers you his hand, which you take wordlessly.

“Are we taking your car or…”

“We’re taking Marty’s. He’s waiting for us.”

“You’re just going to leave your car here?”

“Me and Marty carpooled,” he explains, leading you out from the backyard and escorting you down the street towards an idling red car.

“Wow, it’s like you two had this planned from the beginning,” you joke, trying to diffuse the tension with your teasing words. However, it doesn’t achieve the intended purpose when Casey just shoots you a knowing smirk that has you questioning everything you previously thought you knew, stopping you in your tracks.

“Wait, seriously?” you ask, uncertain if you were understanding his silent confession or if the heightened emotions had your brain jumbled into a tangled mess. Casey looks over to you and his eyes register your uneasiness, causing him to step in front of you.

“I’m not going to lie, we both found you insanely attractive evet since Barzy first introduced you to the team. When we realized we felt the same way towards you, we thought you might make it clear which of us you favored more. Imagine our surprise when we realized that you wanted us both.”

“And if I only chose one of you?”

“It’s not like I don’t have the money to pay for a ride back to mine. Regardless of whether you were in the backseat with me or not,” Casey explains, the light-hearted tone of his words making you relax.

Although, he slightly misunderstood your question. You debate not clarifying, wondering if your actual inquiry was too big of an ask right now. You might be placing bets on an uncertain future when you should be following the philosophy you had been previously and focusing on the present moment. But you needed to know.

“And if I end up choosing one of you… after tonight?” you elaborate and your heart softens as the angelic smile tugs at the corner of Casey’s lips.

“I know we’d both respect whatever choice you make.”

His quiet explanation gives you the peace and confidence you were searching for. They both wanted you but they respected you enough to let you choose. And respected you and each other enough if that choice came to being with only one of them instead of both.

“Still want to do this?” Casey asks and you can see the sincerity in his eyes. “Because if not, or just one, or whatever, it’s all good. As long as it’s what you want.”

His thumb caresses over your knuckles in a way that would normally make butterflies erupt but with every word previously shared, every weighted gaze, and every lust-filled touch, his caress just sent electricity crackling through your body.

“Take me home, Casey,” you reply, reaffirming your prior consent. You swear you can see the shift reflect in his eyes as his hand tightens around yours, a grin tugging at his lips as he pulls you the final length to the car where Matt waited. Casey opened your door and helped you into the backseat, the action weirdly making you feel even more desired than any previous act.

“Everything good?” Matt asks, his eyes jumping to connect with yours in the rearview mirror.

“All good,” you tell him, hearing the thud of your door closing behind you.

“Thought you and Zeeker might have gotten lost on the way here.”

“Afraid of missing out, Matt?” you tease, trying to lighten the tension in the air but Matt doesn’t help matters by shooting you a devilish smile in return.

“Trust me, darling. If you knew all the ways I could take you apart, you’d want to make sure I didn’t miss a moment.”

The passenger side door opens and Casey slides in, your attention falling from Matt, the heat blazing in your cheeks at his words. Almost immediately after the door closes, Matt is pulling away and driving down the golden sun-soaked streets.

“Your friend Marty is very confident in himself. Did you know that, Casey?” you quip, your mind still chewing over Matt’s assured statement.

“Really? What did he tell you?”

“That if I knew how good he was in bed, I’d make sure to have him there,” you paraphrase, not sure exactly what you were hoping to gain from this teasing. Perhaps you were hoping for another level of comfort; you and Casey sharing a light-hearted laugh at his friend’s cockiness. But instead, Casey just shrugs, his blue eyes sparking.

“I wouldn’t doubt him, sweetheart. He’s made more than a few girls scream. Has even gotten a few of those girls to call him ‘daddy’.”

“Really?” you ask, turning your attention towards Matt, who just has a lazy grin on his face.

“Yeah, a few,” he hums.

“That something you’re into?”

“I don’t mind it. But it’s more a partner preference, not a me thing. I’d much rather hear you screaming my own name instead.”

His words send your mind into overdrive as you try to decipher everything they’ve told you so far in an attempt to understand exactly what you were getting yourself into.

“What else do you like?” you question, your eyes darting between them as they both keep their eyes trained on the road.

“Who are you asking, sweetheart?” Casey asks for clarity purposes and that fact that he needed clarity confirms one suspicion; they were very, very, different.

“Either of you. Both of you. I’m just curious.”

“Well, I know we both like a tease,” Matt states, his eyes darting to look at you through the rearview mirror. “You were doing a great job at that, by the way.”

“Really?”

“Don’t tell me that was all unintentional.”

“I mean, I showed up in this outfit to hopefully catch your guys’ attention but besides that… I wasn’t trying anything else.”

“Well,” Matt laughs, “you were doing a great job without even knowing it. Bending over the cooler, the way you lifted yourself out of the pool. God, I wanted to ravage you.”

“I’m honestly surprised he held back for so long,” Casey quips, earning a light-hearted shove on the shoulder from his best friend.

You laugh at their antics as you lean back into your seat, listening to their casual conversation start up, leaving you to mull over their words.

You turned them on without even trying? Nothing was more confidence boosting than that knowledge, that your mere existence in a risqué bikini could push them that close to the edge. A wicked thought pops into your head and before you can banish it, it takes a hold over your mind.

If you were that good at teasing them without even trying, what would happen if you actually put in the effort?

You lean back in your seat, your eyes dancing between the two of them. The curiosity coupled with the heat that is still lingering in your body finally becomes too irresistible and your hands lift to languidly stretch over your head before falling. You let them travel down the front of your chest, a sigh sounding from you which inadvertently presses your breasts into your palms. Your heavy breath calls Casey’s attention to you and you make sure your eyes stay locked onto his as you gently squeeze your supple flesh, the thin material of your coverup and bikini doing little to muffle the sensation.

A soft moan falls from your lips as your thumbs brush over your sensitive nipples, your eyelids fluttering before your hands continue their trail downwards. You can feel the weight of Casey’s stare remaining on you as your thighs fall open, the action pushing the hem of your dress upwards and exposing your barely covered core. The soft points of your fingers trail across the supple skin of your inner thighs, hands inching closer to your center.

Casey’s silent yet undivided attention encourages you and you make the bold decision to lift one of your legs up onto the center console, giving you more access. Your bare foot nudges Matt’s arm as it rests into its new position, the touch finally calling him to you and out of the corner of your eye, you can see his hands tighten around the steering wheel.

“Didn’t even tell me, Case? Didn’t bother mentioning what a goddamn brat she’s being now?” he mutters and you can see Matt’s eyes flitting between the road in front of him and your reflection in the rearview.

“Needed your eyes on the road,” Casey chirps back. “Can’t put her in her place if we don’t get there all in one piece.”

You aren’t able to make out Matt’s grumble of a reply but you can feel the speed of the car softly increase, your teasing incentive enough for Matt to quicken his pace. A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as your hands continue to gently explore your body, not touching the one place you wanted but dancing close enough to keep you on edge. Although, sometimes it feels as if you don’t need your hands because the heady undivided gaze of Casey is turning you on all by itself.

The soft sighs and gasps get bolder and louder as you let your mind wander, imagining all the things that were in store for you as soon as Matt got the three of you to the comfort of his home. Your eyelids flutter shut as your hands trail up your thighs, your resolve slowly eroding. You feel the edge of your swimsuit, dancing along the cut of the fabric to the strings and following the lines to the bows tied securely on your hips, a whimper of a sigh escaping as your own teasing starts to get the better of you.

Your fingers retrace their way down to the triangle of fabric covering your core and you are about to give in, about to press your hand against your center, the car jolts forward. Your eyes fly open and come face to face with a concrete garage wall, the sound of Casey and Matt’s car doors closing. Your legs scramble down from their perch as you try to try to compose yourself.

It almost works but before you can even fully register what was happening, the door next to you opens and in a move that you can barely wrap your head around, Matt’s strong hands grab you and essentially manhandle you out of the car.

The energy radiating from him feels dangerous in the best of ways and your breath escapes you as he presses your body against the side of the car, pinning you between the cool metal and the warmth of him.

“You have no idea how much trouble you got yourself into,” he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “But maybe that’s what you wanted, huh? Wanted to see how far you could press your luck? Tell me, what was the plan there, sweetheart?”

“Just wanted you,” your reply comes as a shaky exhale. The words don’t entirely make sense but to be fair, it was hard to even form sentences with Matt’s broad body being pressed against your backside, his own swim trunks doing nothing to hide how effective your teasing was.

“Wanted me to get home fast so you could have us as soon as possible?” he deciphers and you nod furiously, your hips grinding back against him causing a low groan fall.

Another gasp escapes as Matt pulls away from you, but only to give himself enough space to spin you around and crash your lips together, his tongue diving into your open mouth, swallowing your moans.

To your disappointment, he pulls away far too soon but his hands remain on your hips, guiding you blindly until he once again maneuvers you so you are now facing forward. The staircase that leads to the entrance of his house stretches out in front of you, the ajar door at the top an enticing invitation.

“Well, go on darling. Casey’s waiting for you inside,” Matt whispers in your ear and another rush of heat floods your body as you remember the other member of this triad who disappeared silently, leaving you and Matt alone for a moment.

Your hand grips the wooden railing as you being your ascent, a surprised squeal falling from your lips as Matt’s hand playfully taps your ass, a gentle encouragement for you to move.

You step into Matt’s house and much like he said, Casey is there, leaning against the kitchen island, patiently waiting for you to arrive. The moment he hears your footsteps, he grins, his smile igniting that fire within once more.

He walks over to you and he doesn’t even need to offer his hand before you reach out and take it. As soon as your fingers are intertwined with his, he pulls you through the first floor Matt’s house, over to the grand staircase and up.

“What about Marty?” you ask as he guides you down the upper hallways, doors passing on either side, no indication on what room was behind any of them.

“He’ll join us in a moment,” Casey replies, confidently pushing open the second to last door on the left and pulling into the master bedroom. Your hand falls from his grasp as he waltzes over to the king-size bed, settling down onto the edge of the mattress. “He likes to get a drink beforehand, don’t ask me why.”

“You know that because…” the question trails off,

“Because we’ve done this before,” Casey replies, leaning back on the bed and fixing you under his ice blue eyes.

The answer was exactly what you were expecting. It was obvious based on all the signs: how much they knew about each other’s ‘methods’, how at ease Casey was in Matt’s house. It pointed to more than just a close friendship.

“How many times?”

“Why do ask?”

“No reason,” you say, the lie falling fast as you turn your head away to glance around the room. The sharp sound of your name calls your eyes back to Casey.

“I need you to not lie to me,” he says, his voice gentle, the demand feeling more like a plea than anything else. “Not here and not now. What are you thinking?”

“I’m just worried.”

“About what?”

“How I’ll compare,” you admit, the insecurity sneaking out. “I’ve seen the girls that come on to you and Matt. I’m nothing like them. I’m just me.”

You can see Casey lift his body upright at your confession and your name falls from his lips again.

“Come here,” he says and you slowly pad across the carpet towards him, standing in between his spread thighs. His hand reaches up and you shiver as they dance across your skin, tracing your fingertips before falling to the side of your thighs, teasing the hemline. A tug at the crocheted material is weighted with a silent question, one which you agree to by gripping the hem in your own hands, helping Casey pull the fabric off your body. His hands trace down the outline of your figure to your thighs, creeping backwards and you gasp when you feel them grip the flesh, pulling you forward.

“Closer,” Casey whispers.

You don’t hesitate to lift your legs up, climbing into his lap to straddle him, your chests almost pressed together. Casey’s hands trail up the back of your thighs over your ass before coming to rest heavy on your hips. Another startled exhale escapes as his hands push you down, the breath transforming into a soft moan when you feel his length press against your clothed center.

“Feel how fucking hard you make me?” he whispers, his lips moving to mouth at your jawline, the delicate brush of them setting off sparks throughout your body. “How turned on I am by you. By just you.” He almost spits out the offending word, making you feel insanely desired by the literal perfection of a man in front of you. “No other woman has made me feel like that,” he continues. “‘How can you compare to them?’ you ask. You should be asking how they could’ve possibly compared to you.”

His proclamation is the final breaking point as you finally take the initiative, grabbing his head between your hands and finally pulling his lips into yours. He gladly accepts, leaning into you, his hands still pulling you deeper into him, swallowing every moan that he pulls from your body. He tastes different than Matt; you can make out the bitterness of the beer he had been drinking but beneath that a cool mint, sharp and subtle, an intoxicating contrast to the sunlight he radiated. Your body rolls against him, impatient and eager for everything he is willing to give you.

“Started without me?”

Matt’s voice echoes around the room and you tear your lips away from Casey to turn towards the sound. You spy Matt leaning in the doorway, a glass with two fingers of whiskey clutched in his hand as he takes in the scene. Casey’s lips trail down your neck before dipping lower to your chest, the heat inside of your roaring with a goddamn fury.

“Maybe you should get another pre-fuck habit,” Casey quips into your skin before he grazes his teeth over the delicate skin of your collarbone, causing another gasp as your eyes flutter close, Casey’s movements demanding all your attention.

From behind you, you can hear the clink of ice and the sound of a glass landing on wood but you don’t understand the sounds until you feel the rough hand of Matt circle your throat, pulling your head back before crashing his lips onto yours. You whimper into his open mouth as you feel Casey’s lips continue their path down, kissing between the valley of your breasts before placing an open-mouthed kiss onto the bow tied at the center.

You aren’t sure if the two of them knew telepathy or if they just had this much fucking practice because Matt breaks the kiss, keeping a hand on your throat and guiding your gaze down to Casey. You once again feel the gentle scrape of his teeth against your skin before they catch the thin string of your bikini. He slowly pulls away, the bow untying with his departure and it is Matt’s other hand that dances over your shoulder, down your torso to push the now loose material away from your chest.

The groan that escapes both men is exhilarating, the sight of your breasts heaving from your breathless pants, your nipples pebbling in the air-conditioned room. They do not hesitate in pulling you close again, Matt’s lips on yours and Casey’s on your chest.

Your moans fall freely now as Casey works his lips and tongue around your sensitive nipples, all of which are swallowed by Matt as he explores your mouth, the weight of his hand on your neck a silent reminder of who was in control.

You can’t actually tell who’s hands it is that creep on to either side of your hip, deftly unraveling the bows perched there but you find that you do not care as the remainder of your swimsuit falls away, a soft hiss sounding out as the room’s chill hits your soaked core. You tear your lips away from Matt to look down and to your somewhat surprise, you find that they each had a hand on either side of your hips.

“You guys are too good at this,” you breathlessly laugh. “It’s a little unfair.”

Your teases pull a chuckle from both as they take you in, now bare and pressed between them. Matt’s hand pulls your head to the side, exposing your neck to him and he leans forward to press kisses into the skin, pausing occasionally to suck a hickey, making those desirable bruises bloom. Your eyelids flutter at the sensation but you force them to stay open, keeping your eyes locked on Casey in front of you.

You can feel the hand that wasn’t still resting on your hip slowly trail up your inner thigh. He tortures you by moving at a snail’s pace, making you whine and whimper as he creeps towards the one place you needed him most. The one place that had yet to be touched.

“Tell me you want this, sweetheart,” he whispers, those icy blue eyes piercing into you and you think that he could easily see what you wanted as it was most likely painted all over your face. But he waits – waits for you to say the words, to give your verbal consent.

“Touch me, Casey. Please.”

You see the flash of a smirk pull at his lips before his hand finally moves that final centimeter connecting with your core. The simultaneous moan you let out is pornographic as Casey’s fingers trail along your slit, your body as desperate and wanting as your mind.

“How wet is she, Casey?” Matt asks, the question slightly muffled as his lips don’t move far from your skin.

“Fucking soaked,” he responds and you can’t stop the loud moan that sounds as Casey presses his fingers into you, the digits sliding in with an obscene ease.

“Yeah?” Matt asks, his question now directed to you. “That true, darling?”

“Why don’t you find out yourself,” you moan, your own chirp catching you off guard. Matt takes it in stride though, another dark rumble of laugher vibrating against your back and you feel the hand that was on your hip slide down to meet Casey’s, a groan falling when he discovers that Casey was telling the truth.

“Fuck, baby,” Matt moans, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat as his calloused fingers find your clit. “Such a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

The only response you can give is a whine, the euphoria of having both of their hands on you pushing you faster to the edge than ever before. They read your body with ease, their movements never slowing and never ceasing as they continue to take you apart. Your breaths turn staccato as they wind you up and you can feel your body tightening in anticipation.

“Fuck!” The shriek sounds out as Casey curls his fingers inside of you, grazing that one spot that made you see stars.

“Oh yeah? Right there?” he teases, moving again and you can feel your orgasm speeding towards you with the imminence of an oncoming train.

“Yes – fuck – Casey. Please, please don’t stop.”

Casey listens to your pleas, his fingers moving once again and that with the combined roughness of Matt’s fingertips against the sensitive bundle of nerves of your clit pushes you over the edge, your head falling back onto Matt’s shoulder with a cry. You can hear Casey’s deep moan as he feels you clench around him as he coaxes you through your orgasm, the euphoric haze settling over you.

You can feel their hands disappear from your core and it’s Matt’s soft lips and Casey’s soft voice that calls you back to the present moment.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you cum, sweetheart,” Casey whispers, pressing a kiss to your sternum, his eyes gazing up as you. A soft smile tugs at your lips as your hand lifts to tangle through his hair, running through the blonde locks.

The two of you share a soft moment before a small nip at your neck pulls your attention to Matt who is still holding you against his chest.

“Don’t forget about me, darling,” he teases and you can sense no malice behind his words, just pure amusement. You twist your head towards him, your other hand lifting behind you to find the back of his neck, pulling him in and locking your lips together once again. You let him kiss you for a moment before removing your lips but keeping your forehead pressed to his.

“Never,” you whisper, your lips barely brushing and that singular word has Matt surging forward to kiss you again. The kiss continues, heavy and deep, all teeth and tongue until Casey’s voice once again calls you back.

“Now, sweetheart, it’s time for you to decide who you want first,” Casey explains, his hand caressing your skin. “Me? Or Matt?”

“I don’t know,” you whimper out, not wanting for either of them to depart, for their hands to disappear from you. The choice feels overwhelming, your desire clouding any decision-making processes you may have once possessed.

“What’s the issue, darling?” Matt questions, his hand coming to paw at your chest and you moan at the feeling of his rough hand against the skin. “Already so fucked out that you can’t think straight? And to think, we haven’t even properly fucked you yet. What’s going to happen when we do?”

“Maybe she needs a little help.”

Your head nods at Casey’s suggestion, your immediate approval making the two men laugh as the desire steadily builds in your body once more.

“Alright,” Casey continues, his honeyed voice taking on a whole new level of mesmerizing. “Maybe if I tell you what you’re in for, that will help you decide, hm? If you choose Marty, he’s not going to hold back. He is going to ravage you, fucking you nice and rough and deep.”

You can hear an almost animalistic growl sound from behind you, all but confirming Casey’s words and sending a rush of heat through you as the image is so clearly painted in your mind.

“Or, if you pick me,” Casey’s voice continues, the tone of it dropping down an octave, the words dripping from his lips like the most addictive ambrosia. “I am going to take my time with you. Fucking you slowly until I have you begging for me.”

The second image that Casey conjures up pulls another moan from your chest, both choices sounding equally delectable. It felt like someone asking you to choose between your favorite dessert and your favorite wine. How could one possibly be better than the other?

“I need you to make your decision quick, sweetheart. I’m not sure if Matt here can hold back,” Casey quips.

Part of your mind knows that the two of them would wait an hour, a day, a lifetime for you to choose and knowing you had that control made you feel completely relaxed in their arms. That small rational part also knew that Casey had only spoken those words to help coax you, that imagined pressure giving you all the encouragement to speak a name.

“Matt.”

You can feel the grin spread on Matt’s lips at the sound and you know that it mirrors the smirk that you see appear on Casey.

“Alright, baby, if that’s what you want,” Casey says and you nod your head in confirmation, making sure he knows that you are telling the truth. “Well then, I’ve gotta get up. Gotta give Marty room to work with.”

That phrase sends a thrill down your spine and you briefly wonder what you got yourself into. However, you don’t have time to contemplate because before you can even blink, Matt’s arms wrap around your chest and torso and using his impressive strength, he lifts you up just enough for Casey to roll out from underneath you.

You silently curse their insane chemistry before Matt’s placing your knees back down onto the mattress and you gasp as his hands disappear only to push you forward. You instinctually stop your forward momentum with your hands, leaving you on all fours.

You swiftly realize that is exactly the position Matt wants you in as his hands find your hips, gripping you tightly as he presses into with no hesitation and equally no resistance on your part, the force of his thrust pushing a moan from you. His hands tighten around your hips and he moves, the hard and fast pace rendering you almost speechless. The only sounds that fill the room is the rhythmic slap of his hips against your ass as you do everything in your power to hold yourself upright and take everything he gives to you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Casey come around the bed and your mouth salivates when you realize he removed his swim trunks, his cock on display, hard and perfect. You whine, wanting to reach out to him but the way Matt continues to rail you forces you to keep your hands on the sheets.

“You look so pretty being fucked like this,” Casey praises and you watch as his hand comes up to stroke his length causing another whine to vibrate in your throat.

“I think she wants you, Case.”

“You think so?”

“She’s looking at you like she’s starving,” Matt jokes, a huff of laughter mixing with his own moans as his pace slows down, giving you time to catch your breath and attempt to compose your thoughts.

“Is that it, baby?” Casey questions. “You want a taste?” You once again give a firm shake of your head, your eyes wide and pleading as you look up towards Casey. The only thing he gives you is a quirk of an eyebrow and you realize what he was waiting for.

“Please, Casey. Want to suck your cock, make you feel good,” you beg, your desire throwing any previous restraint out the window.

You see his eyes dart to Matt and you once again silently curse the way they seemed to communicate without even speaking. One of Matt’s hands disappear from your hip, trailing up your spine before coming to wrap around your throat. You gasp as he lifts you, pulling your torso upright, your hands disappearing from the sheets.

Casey makes use of the extra space now opened for him and climbs onto the bed, kneeling in front of you. You try to keep eye-contact with him but this new position has each of Matt’s thrusts hitting even deeper and you can’t stop your eyes from rolling back as he continues to pound into your pussy.

“Absolutely fucking beautiful,” Casey mutters, a hand coming up to trail his fingers down your jawline before grasping your chin. You feel the pad of his thumb press against your bottom lip and you open your mouth willingly.

Casey doesn’t wait before slipping the digit in and you moan at the salty tang of his skin. You suck, your tongue dancing around him, giving him insight into how good your mouth could make him. It seems to work as a groan falls from Casey, his eyes intently watching you as you continue, silently begging him to give you more.

Your movements are stopped when you feel Matt’s fingers descend from your throat down your chest before pressing into your clit, a moan erupting causing Casey’s finger to fall from your mouth.

“Fuck,” you curse, the additional sensation pushing you closer to the release you could feel building deep in your lower stomach. Your eyes dart back to Casey, staring into his as you attempt to gasp out the words you wanted to say.

“Pl-please,” you whimper, the only thing you were able to utter. It seems to be enough for Casey who once again takes your chin in his hand, holding your mouth open for him. He spits onto your waiting tongue and you moan at the feeling, the action turning you on in ways you didn’t think possible. Your moan is quickly cut off by Casey capturing your lips in his, his tongue lewdly exploring your mouth as you whimper against his lips.

He finally breaks away, the hand that was supporting you disappearing, causing you to fall forward once again, once again catching yourself with your hands. The position, however, makes you perfectly in line with Casey’s length and you look up at him with pleading eyes before he speaks again.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he commands and you gladly do as he says, sticking your tongue out in anticipation.

You feel Matt’s movements still behind you and you can’t help but whimper at the loss but are also grateful for it at the same time. It allows you to focus entirely on Casey; the way his hands feel tangling into your hair, the weight of his cock as he taps it against your tongue a few times before sliding into your mouth.

You moan around him, feeling the silky skin, the firmness of him in your mouth almost too good to be true. This entire night felt too good to be true. You let your tongue move against him, tracing every vein you could find, worshipping him the best way you knew how. Your movements were not taken for granted as you hear the cascade of moans fall from Casey’s lips.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking good at this,” he praises, the words causing your pussy to flutter around Matt, still poised deep inside you.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you baby,” Matt’s rough voice sounds out and you moan again as he punches his hips forward, pushing you further down on Casey’s cock. “Like being told what a good girl you are, huh?”

Your only reply is another squeeze of your walls around him, your spine arching as you press back against him, another silent plea. Both Matt and Casey read your desperation with the insane ease that you should come to expect but it still takes you by surprise as they quickly fall into the perfect rhythm, one of them almost completely removing themselves as the other pushes in, placing you in the center of the most mind-numbing pleasure you’ve ever experienced.

The moans do not stop as their pace increases and all you can do is stay as still as possible and let them guide you. You gladly, happily, surrender your power to them, letting them take what they want, their combined words of praise fueling you forward.

So perfect for us. Such a good girl, letting us use you like this. Sweetest little thing.

It only takes a few moments before you feel Matt’s movements start to stutter, his pace faltering. You lift on hand to Casey’s thigh, putting enough pressure against his skin for him to understand and pull away.

“Matt,” you whine, your head turning to look at the man behind you, his hair falling into his face, his abs tight with the effort. “Please. Give it to me.”

Your words have their intended effect, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you are sure there are going to be bruises in the shape of his fingerprints there tomorrow. He fucks you crudely, the force of his thrusts rattling through your entire body.

“Yeah?” he growls, all sense of restraint evaporated like water in the sun. “Want me to cum in this perfect cunt? Want me to fill you up, huh?”

The only word that forms on your lips is ‘yes’ which you repeat over and over again as Matt continues his brutish pace, the filthy sound of him pounding into you echoing around the room. Your fingernails dig into the strong muscle of Casey’s thigh in an attempt to ground yourself. The feeling of Casey’s hand brushing through your hair is enough to pull your very divided attention back to him, if only to mouth at the base of his cock, not wanting him to feel neglected.

The sight of your lips pressed against Casey must have been enough for Matt as he thrusts into you one final time, his hips stilling, a long deep moan rumbling from his chest. You let out a similar moan at the feeling of his cum spilling inside you, the warmth of it causing your core to clench around him, your body almost desperate for every single drop he could offer.

Both of you stay still for a moment, catching your breaths, Matt’s head falling to rest between your shoulder blades. The weight of him draped over you makes you desperate, your own orgasm still hovering on the edge, not quite satiated. The new lack of movement only exacerbated your hunger and it isn’t long until you push your hips back, grinding against Matt.

You feel the chuckle vibrate against your skin before Matt lifts himself off of you. You hazard a glance back at him and see that bemused smirk on his face.

“What is it, darling? What do you need?” he teases and you curse, the now lack of his own desire making him more in control and therefore almost cruel.

“Matt, please. I’m so close,” you whimper, your hips still rolling against him. You feel his hands resume their original positions on your hips and you think he’s going to give you what you want but he instead stops your movements, pulling out of you slowly. A half-whimper, half-sob wretches itself from your lips at the loss, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Don’t worry, darling,” he coos. “I’m sure he’ll let you cum soon.”

Your brain is so hazy that it takes you a moment to fully register and understand his words. You gasp as Matt manipulates your body again, pulling you down to the edge of the bed and flipping you over, your back hitting the sheets. He grins down at you before leaning forward capturing your lips in one final kiss before he removes himself completely. You watch as he disappears behind a door, most likely to the accompanying ensuite and that’s where your eyes remain until a soft touch on your thigh pulls you back.

Your eyes dart over and your heartbeat quickens at the sight of Casey standing in front of, his sculpted body looking like something out of the Louvre. His fingertips ever so lightly graze up and down your thighs and your legs naturally fall open in response. You can see his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your ruined cunt, Matt’s cum leaking from you.

“Look so pretty like this,” he murmurs as he drinks in the sight of you and his passionate gaze reignites the goddamn blaze that he set in you all those months ago. His hand dances up your thigh once more, the barely-there sensation making your muscles quiver. The tremble pulls a smirk onto Casey’s lips as he holds you underneath his gaze.

“I always had this fantasy,” he purrs, his voice dripping with ecstasy, “ever since I first saw you, about how you would look on top of me. Riding me nice and slow.”

The image appears in your head and now you want nothing more than to make his fantasy a reality. The desire sends another tremor through you, which causes Casey to laugh.

“But,” he continues. “I don’t think that’s realistic for tonight.”

“There’s always next time,” you whisper, a little bit of uncertainty creeping back into your voice. An uncertainty that is immediately silenced by Casey surging forwards to pull your lips into his. Your arms lift to wrap around his shoulders, holding him close as he makes out with you, pouring what feels like every ounce of passion into you, your cup overflowing with his adoration. He breaks away from your lips, his forehead pressed against you, those stunning blue eyes staring into your soul.

“Next time,” he whispers and you smile, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips again.

Casey eventually pulls away, lifting himself fully upright, his hands dropping to your thighs again. You let him lift your legs, placing one around his waist and lifting the other even higher before resting on his shoulder. His head turns to gently mouth the delicate chain of the anklet you have wrapped there, the softness of his lips against your skin sending another shiver through you.

He does drop that leg to join the other and you hook your ankles behind him as he grips your hips, pulling you closer to him. You feel his cock slide against your soaked folds, a whimper falling from you as he nudges your clit, once, twice, before he is reaching down and aligning himself with your center.

The simultaneous moan that falls is nothing short of pornographic; his in response to you wet and tight around him, yours in response to the feeling of his cock stretching you open and hitting spots you didn’t realize existed. He pushes deep inside you until you are flush against his hips and you whimper at the feeling of being so completely filled.

“Such a perfect fucking pussy.” Casey punctuates his words by thrusting into you again, any breath you had left escaping your lungs in a whimper. Slowly, almost painstakingly, he picks up his rhythm, every press of him inside of you leaving you keening for more.

If Matt was a jackhammer, Casey was a chisel, chipping away your control little by little. His body falls forward to cover yours, his arms bracketing either side of your head as he continues to roll his hips into you. Your arms reach up to his back, fingers tracing over the scar tissue that dotted his skin, feeling his muscles rippling beneath, a testament to his strength.

You can feel your lower stomach tightening, your orgasm building with each pass of his length against your g-spot, leaving you whimpering underneath him. Casey captures your lips in his again and you arch up into him, leaving almost no space between your bodies.

He is all encompassing; the sight of him, his scent, the taste of his lips, the feeling of him rocking deep within you. You are so enveloped in him that you don’t register the hand disappearing from next to you, only to reappear between your thighs. Your lips from his with a shriek as he presses his finger against your clit, circling it and sending you hurtling towards the edge.

“Come on baby,” he whispers, his own voice strained. “I know you can do it. Be a good girl and cum for me. I want to see you cum for me.”

His gentle encouragement coupled with his movements is all you need for your orgasm to hit you with the force of a tidal wave, crashing through your body as a strangled cry rips from your throat. The feeling of your release pushes Casey over the edge as well, his hips faltering as he stills. His cum spills inside of you and the sensation of it – of him pulsing against your walls – has you succumbing to a second smaller orgasm, right on the heels of the first. 

Casey almost collapses on top of you, his hand sneaking beneath your head to pull your lips to meet his. You deepen the kiss, your own hands clinging onto him, your tongues clashing as you stay wrapped up in each other.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

The deep voice that echoes around the room has you breaking away from Casey, both of your gazes turning in the direction of the sound to spy Matt standing in the bathroom doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist.

You can’t stop the giggle that comes at his admission, your playful utterance in turn pulling a laugh from both men. The feeling of Casey’s hand brushing the sweat soaked strands of hair away from your face is enough for your eyes to return to his, a gentle smile on his face.

“Enjoy your summer night, sweetheart?” he asks, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. You pretend to think, your gaze lifting in contemplation as you mull the question over.

“It was alright,” you reply, the teasing edge of your words obvious. “Although, I would’ve liked to see one of your guys’ heads between my thighs.”

Another laugh falls from Casey and Matt at your chirp, a quiet mutter of ‘insatiable’ falling from Casey’s mouth. He lifts himself away from you before pulling out of you, the sensation causing you to wince slightly, a reaction that is quieted by Casey’s soothing hand rubbing circles on your knee.

You hear Matt’s footsteps wandering across the floor and feel the mattress sink underneath his weight as he sits above you. You look up at him, his eyes darkened with renewed interest as his hand trails down over your face to graze against your lips.

“I’d like to feel your lips on me as well, darling.”

“Well, there’s always tomorrow morning,” Casey says and you catch the amusement in his eyes. “What do you think?”

“I mean,” you say, drawing the words out in jest. “I did say I wanted a memorable summer. Think you two can help me with that?”

You watch as Matt makes eye contact with Casey and you can a matching pair of devilish grins appear on their faces before they both fix their gaze back to you.

Yes. This… was going to be a summer worth remembering.

tagging two of my babes. first C (@comphy-and-cozy), happy birthday babe! and secondly Em (@texanstarslove) because some other fics, this all began with an idea i sent to her ages ago that snowballed into this masterpiece.

[idcfriend]

I like to headcannon that Yuu is some sort eldritch being (but not really)

Ok so hear me out, i get that twisted wonderland is like disney but darker so in my head i like to think that while yes gods do exist and have their respective religions maybe in the long long looong past of twst while yes religion was a big thing but CULTS were bigger and still are because of it being a world that tilts more towards the darker aspects of things a bit

So enter Yuu and i like to think prior to them being sent to twisted they had DIED and thus being sent to twisted wonderland was the equivalent of being brought back from the dead and those never happen without SOME sort of consequence, so Yuu ends up having this sort of...darker feeling?

aura?

pressure?

...VIBE? Yes vibe. Anyways but also even though their physically their still the same(...mostly we'll get to that another time) our bodies are fundamentally different from those in twisted wonderland like for example:

Do to it being a magic rich world their bodies don't really have to go through as many changes as ours since they naturally adjust do to magic

Like they don't have to lose their baby teeth since they grow stronger and adjust accordingly as they age(i know it doesn't make sense but i dug this grave and I'm lying in it)

I like to think that since it was a fantasy world instead being descendents from apes like humans in our world they rather evolved from many different magical or mythical creatures so when the prefect shows up displaying several and i mean a lot of different animal behavior everyone is so confused because surely they've evolved past most of those, the only people to display such traits were people of old(i find it funny that most people don't realize that even though we've evolved we still display animal behavior sometimes so I'm taking that and cranking it up to a thousand)

So while we are very good at mimicking sounds and other voices(with practice not that NRC knows that...) they're so confused and slightly horrified at just how MUCH the prefect can mimic: one time you spent the entirety of the day communicating in animal and random noises and while some thought it was cool others were a little scared when they perfectly mimict a several animals distrest or dying sounds ( they didn't know that's what it meant they honestly just wanted to sound scary so they could be left alone)

So here comes Yuu with all their bad juju because you know...death and their somewhat strange anatomy and their knowledge of unknown or even forbidden information from who know when(except maybe Lillia who may or may not have been part of one of those cults) and after a while everyone won't believe Yuu saying their a normal human even if they somehow shared their memories with them because even if they were physically different from everyone they couldn't have a way to explain all the other weird things(that they have no idea even happen... And why hasn't anyone told them?)

The ghost around campus along with Sams "friends" seem oddly comfortable around them even going out of their way to make things easier for the prefect because they feel like they're one of them since technically Yuu is supposed to be you know dead

Or how Yuu's eyes seem to resemble a cats when a light is shined on them or how they slightly glow in the dark(yuu honestly thought them being able to see better in dimly lit places just meant that their eyesight adjusted faster in this world for some reason)

Or how when Yuu appeared they spoke a dead language fluently and how for some reason when their emotions ran high their voice seemed to...multiply or distort

That sometimes Yuu's movements seemed too...stiff to be normal(again technically their supposed dead so their body is not supposed to function)

And others

But everyone ignor-...well not ignore more like embraces? Encourages these differences because much like the ancestors of old, just how many people still practice certain religions some people still worship the beings from those old cults or to be precise the cults were more prominent than any religion, the thing is such cults are one the foundations of NRC(and RSA for that matter) so when Yuu popped up not seeming completely normal and butchering what they consider to be normal human behavior they can't help compare many things that Yuu does or knows to whatever cosmic horror they worshiped

[reclusiverisottonero]

Busts down your door hello Julie 👁️👁️

Could I request these two prompts because I’m special and I pay your salary in the hole (I don’t)

don’t worry, I’ll be here when you’re awake & sleep, darling. i’ll protect you from the nightmares.

With Dio, p1, 3 or 6 is fine whatever you vibe with and NB is a-ok with me 😘💖✨

Hi Melky! NGL I was really nervous to write this since I've literally never written Dio before but at the same time it was a fun challenge. I hope this is somewhere up to par with what you wanted!

💌 This request was for a Valentine’s Day Fluff event available to member’s of Papersiren’s discord server. Requests are currently closed.

Pairing: Dio (pt 3)/Reader (gn) Warnings: Semi-graphic/gory descriptions of nightmares, Dio being creepy, implied polyamory.

It’s hot as fuck in Cairo; which, duh, you knew that before coming out here. Though you didn’t truly know it until you took your first steps outside into that dry heat and could literally feel the sun’s UV rays cooking you alive. Needless to say, the second you made it to Dio’s mansion you refused to step outside again. Discovering the mansion’s limited air conditioning made you so close to turning around and going back home before even unpacking, but just like everyone else here you’ve been drawn like a moth to a flame by Dio’s charisma. Despite how that heat can singe your wings at any moment, you choose to stay. 

Well, that, and being one of the handful of people allowed the privilege to share his bed also helped in the decision. Being the one that is called on the most might have influenced you as well. Just a little bit. 

It’s another borderline unbearable night in the unfamiliar Egyptian heat, triggering a spike in your anxiety which has caused you to toss and turn in bed next to Dio. Your nightmares tonight range from being chased by shadows to startlingly vivid and bloody snapshots of your teeth falling out one by one. Awareness comes and goes in between them all, until you roll across bed enough to land face first into Dio’s bare chest. 

Realizing what you’ve done wakes you fast enough that the surge of adrenaline dizzies you, becoming worse when you see him just silently staring at you. Lying on his side and propping his head up with a hand the vampire gazes at you, green eyes studying you intently as you try to appear unaffected by his intensity. 

“You’re quite the active dreamer, aren’t you?” He quips in that velvet smooth voice, free hand coming to gently stroke his knuckles across your cheek. 

As spontaneous as you’ve been about following Dio, you’re not stupid. You know when you’re being put under a microscope, and the soft smirk on his lips while he continues to look down on you makes something irksome yet pleasant pool and simmer in your guts. 

“I suppose so.” You say casually and stretch your arms above your head, watching him as he watches you. Impulsively you ask, “What about you? Do vampires dream?” 

A series of emotions flit over Dio’s face before settling back into the bored smugness that he prefers to hide behind. He chuckles, the hint of sharp fangs peeking out from between his full lips when he replies, “My dear, I don’t have to sleep.”

How specifically worded that answer was is not lost on you, but you have enough self preservation not to push the topic. Playing it cool is the safer option, though you can’t help wondering why Dio would want to avoid rest if he’s still capable of doing so. 

“Lucky you. Ugh, the things I would do for a good night’s sleep right now...” You say through a yawn but the bitterness in your tone can still easily be heard. It only causes Dio’s smirk to grow wider, his hand sliding along the slight dip of your naked waist up to the meat of your hip. 

“Then sleep, darling. I’ll protect you from the nightmares.” He coos in that borderline condescending lit you’ve come to find comfort in. You’re pulled in closer to the solid wall of muscles that are his body and on instinct you scoot yourself into him, your back to his chest with a tired sigh. Sleep creeps up fast thanks to the weight of his arm around you and his voice rumbling in your ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you’re awake.” 

While cynical about his flowery words you do in fact sleep soundly through the rest of the night, naturally waking on your own mid-morning to surprisingly find Dio still wrapped up in you. His lips rest against the back of your neck, and once fully awake you feel the ghost of a smile take shape across your skin. 

You roll over to give Dio a proper morning greeting before the smug ‘I told you so’ that hangs in the air can be spoken by him out loud. He merely grasps your chin to coax your mouth open so he can take things further than you’d originally intended, but you’re more than happy to let your wings flutter amongst the flames for just a little while longer.

[destinyc1020]

Are you watching the bachelorette? Lord Jacks lookalike (Sam) is STRUGGLING ☠️ Saud Jen wasnt his type, said he thought he'd see Daisy or Maria as the bachelorette (2 white gurls from Joeys season), said jen was selfless bt didnt hav an example... i culd go on. Lord i hope jen gets rid if this man

Chiiiiiiiile....I saw that mess of an episode last night. 🤦🏾‍♀️ What on earth??? Look, I'll be honest, I never really liked Sam from the get-go. I didn't like him since night one. First of all, he wasn't that cute (he had slitty little eyes lol....), and I'm sorry, but I peeped from night one that he was a bit cocky. 🥴 Which is a huge turn-off in my book. 😒

I got major dude-bro/frat boy vibes from him, and it wasn't pretty. Looks like my gut was right!!!

Girl, that man was just spouting out whatever he could in order to stay on the show, but his words were ringing HOLLOW! You hear me?? I'm SO glad that Jenn sent him home even though they had amazing physical chemistry. I'm sorry, but you need MORE than just physical chemistry and sexual attraction for a real relationship to work.

Dude was just lying through his teeth. I didn't get good vibes from him, and I didn't like how he told her that she "wasn't his type", and that he originally applied for the show because he thought "Daisy or Maria" were going to be the bachelorettes. 🙄 Boy if you don't GET!!! 😤😡

Even if that's how you really feel, WHO on earth would SAY that to a woman that they're trying to impress?? Sam had ZERO emotional intelligence. He would be AWFUL as a boyfriend. I can already tell that. They just didn't mesh well emotionally. I think people forget that the emotional side is also important in a serious relationship too. They may have had amazing sexual chemistry if they got together, but EMOTIONALLY, Jenn would have been severely unfulfilled. Chiiiiiillllllle....If Jenn had actually kept him on the show, I would have flown out to wherever she was to slap some sense into her. If a man is telling you point BLANK that you're not his type, chile, you need to RUN!!

[infectedkura]

“One more time MacTavish … What. The. Fuck. Is your problem?” Ghost’s voice was low but as sharp as the blade he had always with him. The blade that Soap had seen in his hands so many times as he had slit open their enemies throats. He would be lying to himself if he hadn’t thought about how hot that sometimes looked, when he was watching Ghost through his scope.

Soap tried to say something but his mouth and throat were completely dried out. Only after a pitiful cough could he at least string some words out.

“What the hell is your problem? I told you I’m fine like 10 times” he snapped back with a raspy voice. He hadn’t planned on it sounding so angry but his feelings were a mess and the anger for himself was slowly boiling over to Ghost.

“You don’t look like it” was Ghost’s surprisingly calm yet determined answer. 

“And you’re avoiding me” he continued a bit quieter, moving even closer and squinting his eyes at Soap.

“Hasn’t bothered you before, that people avoid you, has it?”

For just a split second Soap swore he had seen honest surprise and even pain in Ghost’s eyes. Soap mentally slapped himself for the comment immediately but it was too late. That had been a low blow and Ghost’s grinding teeth made him realize it didn’t leave the usually so cold lieutenant unaffected.

“Careful Sergeant” Ghost growled, cementing his hand even deeper into Soap’s arm, that was starting to hurt.

As much anger had piled inside Soap he preferred it over owning the now familiar warm pain in his chest that once again started swelling inside him again. Anger was better than that. Hate was better. Was easier to work with. Easier for others to understand. And hopefully easier for Ghost to reciprocate. Soap knew he had reached a dead end and like a wild animal he wouldn’t let his hunter get him unscathed. An eye for an eye.

“Of what? Don’t think I’m in the wrong here. Just because you’re my superior doesn’t mean I gotta share my bloody diary with you” he snarled as he tried to wiggle his arm free but the friction of Ghost’s gloved hand on his naked skin made his anger get ravished by the creeping hotness even faster. Ghost didn’t move except for his hand that put more pressure on Soap's arm again only to let loose for a second and then repeat the process. Soap was expecting an answer. Wanted one. Wanted for Ghost to just get angry at him. Chew him out for his disobedience and leave. But Ghost stayed. Towering silently over him when suddenly Soap felt the other gloved hand on his hip, pressing into his skin to keep him still, the only thing separating them, the fabric of his thin shirt. Soap’s breath hitched. His head involuntarily fell forward, leaving him staring at their feet. He didn’t dare to move. Didn’t dare to say anything more. Too scared of his own voice or whatever sound would come out of his mouth now.

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WIP Wednesday @onlycodcanjudgeme

This fic is fucking torturing me ... I rewrote the vibe of this scene like 4 times and it should’ve been done last saturday but yeah ... might take a bit longer UwU

[icharchivist]

you ever get a compliment so specific on your field of study that all you can do is cry

I haven’t really kept up to date with my life on here bc things have been messy but this year i’ve been trying to finish up my uni diploma, which i had left in pause for years because health issues, esp mental health, just made it impossible for me. One of the class i still had to pass was English Literature analysis for this semester, because of a mix of “i can’t process all of those texts” and the fact it was an oral analysis presentation and my social anxiety had kicked up so badly those past few years that any physical presentation led me to such mental states crumbling that i just mostly didn’t manage to finish it up.

the oral was today, i’ve been stressed for weeks about it, i didn’t read half of the recommended texts, i don’t remember half of the lessons i did participate in, and i was so panicked i couldn’t bring myself to study at all, those past few weeks have kinda been a stressful nightmare on that point

I still managed to push myself to go to the exam (major upgrades on the last time i tried to pass it), despite an awful night and the fact i have constant dizzy spells these days (probably bc of stress)

turns out not only i was getting interrogated on the subset of the class that i didn’t vibe with at all/am not at ease at all, but i fell on a text we studied in class when i was sick, and therefore, it was legit my first time seeing the poem at all.

so i go in, lacking all sort of confidence, thinking to myself i mostly just need to show i was here and i’ll still validate the year with that. I try to yolo an interpretation of the poem as i can.

Only so that at the end of the presentation the teacher tells me it was incredible, that this interpretation was really good, and when i mentioned i was really uncomfortable because i actually didn’t know the text at all, she told me it’s even MORE impressive that this is what i came up on my own in 30 minutes. She then asked me if i was pursuing further degree in literature because i “clearly have a gift” for analysis and was disappointed when i said no because she said i would really bring something to the field.

i was panicked for weeks over all of that and now i got this compliment and i cannot process it properly, i’ve been crying for the past half hour or so

I genuinely lack so much confidence in my analysis in general (despite trying to hold up the appearance that i’m actually super confident, promise! any confidence you see on this blog is me lying through my teeth) so being told that by a professional on the field is just. oh god. 

anyway idk if i’ll manage to process more brainpower for today but for now i’ll just stay in a state of limbo a moment over the most specific compliment i could get on something i genuinely care about to start with.

man.

[dbphantom]

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Here's some crack taken deathly seriously (One Piece H2O AU) ((also it's G-8 because G-8 fucks)) (((the context is that Luffy saved Usopp's goggles from getting reeled in by Jonathan so he had them on him while delivering the food, also the lenses were upgraded during Alabasta because there's another plot point involving them with Crocodile 😊)))

Jonathan follows Luffy's gaze, to Usopp's goggles lying next to his shoes. He leans down and picks them up by the length of fishing line still tangled around the headband. He holds them in front of his face, inquisitive gaze switching from the line to Luffy.  Luffy tries not to meet his eyes and sticks a hand out. "Can I have those back?" "Answer my questions and you can have them, plus my lunch."  Luffy drags his line of sight back to the man's face. "You promise?" He doesn't seem like he's lying. In fact, he's surprisingly earnest for a guy in a coat like that.  "I promise," he says. "You can even take the food now, if you'd like." Luffy nods, and throws a hand over Jonathan's shoulder to grab the plate. "Alright. Sorry I insulted you earlier, base guy." Jonathan doesn't stop him, or even take the opportunity to attack. Instead, he looks satisfied as Luffy starts eating. "So, what are you doing here?"  "I smelled food. I was hungry." The rest of the meatballs are just as good as the first few. Luffy's going to have to ask Sanji to make these again once they get out of here.  Jonathan nods slowly. "And what are you doing in my base? What's your motive?"  Luffy tilts his head as he licks the plate. "We didn't mean to come here. We fell from the sky." "If I didn't see it myself, I wouldn't believe that." There's a sparkle in Jonathan's eyes. "Guess you're lucky I did." Luffy grins as he tosses the plate aside. "Guess so." Jonathan holds the goggles up to his eyes and Luffy feels the smile slide off his face.  "Can I have those back now?" He asks, quickly, before Jonathan can see something he really shouldn't.  Jonathan looks around them and smiles. "I'm not finished with my questions. You've already eaten, so I need some reason for you to play along." Luffy frowns and contemplates throwing a hand forward and grabbing for the goggles.  It might start a fight. His crew can't afford to get into a fight. Not here, not now. Definitely not with a man on the same level as grandpa Garp.  Still, they're in a kitchen, so maybe Luffy could make some of the sinks go off and make a break for it- Jonathan holds the lenses up to his eyes and peers through them.  "So, what's so important about these that-" He blinks. His mouth opens again, but he doesn't finish his question.  He lowers the goggles and stares at Luffy like he's seeing him for the first time. This is wrong. It's breaking the promise. "It was you," Jonathan says.  A rivulet of sweat runs hot down Luffy's cold face. His jaw feels like it's been cemented shut.  "It wasn't," he forces out, and studies the fish pattern on the paneling of the walls. "I don't know what you're talking about." "It was," says Jonathan as he leans forward, staring him down. "My men said they saw someone in the water with black hair."  "It wasn't me," Luffy reiterates.  Jonathan continues on as if he's said nothing. "Someone with dark eyes and sharp teeth." He pulls the goggles in front of his eyes again. "You're a bad liar, Monkey D. Luffy." Luffy snaps his mouth shut and thinks this must be what Ace meant when they made that promise all those years ago; when he talked about someone seeing all the little pieces of him he never wanted to share.

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

OH this is HARD uhhhhh... my favorite might be this exchange because 1. Nami my beloved and 2. I've had the belly joke locked and loaded for YEARS. They give me big sibling vibes, especially in this AU.

Nami nods, slowly. She's hoping he'll continue because she has no clue where he's taking this.  "And you guys are my crew, even though I think about it all the time. You're all still here." Luffy's quiet for a moment. He stares at the wall in front of him and runs his hands around the rough brim of his hat.  Then he fixes her with a smile so bright it feels like the sun.  "I trust you, Nami. I don't care what you think about. You don't have to tell me all that stuff." She feels the tears from earlier threatening to overflow now.  Luffy tugs his hat on and his smile grows wider.  "Come on," he says, leaning in. "Be our navigator again." She doesn't understand it- this unwavering trust. Not yet.  Nami rubs her eyes with the back of her hand and flashes him a watery smile of her own. "Okay," she says, with a nod. Luffy throws his hands up in the air and cheers.  She sniffles as he winces from the sudden movement tugging at his injuries. "So," she asks once he turns to look at her again, eyes bright and a grin on his face. "Where are we putting you on display?" The smile stays plastered on his face while he pauses, then he bursts into another fit of laughter. He slaps her on the back as he giggles the nerves away. “Nami, don’t joke about that!” “I’m thinking ten- no, fifteen thousand per person.” She grabs him by the cheek and pulls, watching his face stretch and warp. “Maybe more.” “No!” Luffy manages to wail before she lets go and his features spring back to normal. "I'm not doing that!"

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Yes OMG!! I have a modern/college AU fic for One Piece, but I'll probably never write it because college/modern AUs just aren't my thing.

It came around from a reddit thread asking which tropes we aren't fans of and I got into a nice discussion w/ someone about why we don't like those types of AUs!

So I decided to take matters into my own hands and in this AU everyone still has their powers. Luffy is still a rubber man, Nami can still sense the weather and is a cat burglar by night, Chopper is still a talking reindeer, Sanji can still light himself on fire, etc, etc for all the Strawhats. It's just that I threw them onto a college campus and said have fun. Luffy gathers up his gang of extraordinary people as the story goes on. He's definitely enrolled in classes, but no one can figure out what his major is and he doesn't even seem to know himself (so he just doesn't go to class). Someone (cough Dragon cough) is paying for his tuition tho, so he hangs around.

It isn't SUPER detailed, but I did have fun developing the world and figuring out how stuff would have to change. Also it's fun to play around with and it keeps my brain occupied when I'm not thinking about H2O stuff LOL. I just never thought it would lend very well to an actual telling of OP, so I never bothered writing anything for it. Thinking about it longer than 30 seconds introduces a lot of plot holes/character inconsistencies because it isn't too well-developed.

Thank you again! This was a ton of fun :D

[trashcatsnark]

OC Songs! Aidan V. Becker!~

I was tagged by the precious @tarmac-rat and the just as lovely @beammeupbroadway

I have a very chonky playlist that you can find here, but heres a handful of selections

Tremble by LPX (Also kind of my headcanon of what Aidan's singing voice sounds like)

I don't wanna tear your heart out But I'm edging on a breakdown I've been up and down the same route Too afraid of the fall out I know that we gotta quit, you just never see it

Keep holding my breath blue, how better can I show you What can I do to cut through, falling fast but I can't move I know that we gotta quit, you just never see it

Wish I could purge you out I'm sick with doubt, god help me now

Two by The Antlers (prefer the acoustic version on youtube tbh)

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare You were just a little kid and they cut your hair Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying They should have listened, they thought that you were lying Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up

Can I Leave Me Too by The Greeting Committee

I'm scared of myself without you I'll change my ways for a few days if it means you'll stay I'm filthy, creepy, clingy for you always

If you go, can I go with you? If you leave me, can I leave me too? I'm afraid that I might need you If you go, can I go with you?

Good Girls by CHVRCHES

Is it easier when you don't have to count to ten? When you don't have to pretend? I want to know that feeling Is it easier when you don't have to start again? When you don't want to make amends? I want to know that feeling

Good girls don't cry And good girls don't lie And good girls justify but I don't Good girls don't die And good girls stay alive And good girls satisfy but I won't

Fast Talk by Dawn Golden (Jackie and Aidan vibes)

And everyone who knows our name Says that we ain't ever gonna change They say we're born to die young But we're trying to find a better way They say we're born to die young But we're trying to find a better way Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up 'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs? Then we better run

Baby Teeth by Flower Face (Johnny/Aidan vibes)

If I can't hold you like a lover I won't hold you at all The tide is turning on you, baby, and I feel nothing anymore If we could stay this way forever would it ever be enough? I wear your bruises on my shoulder now forever and evermore

Your lip got split, spill grenadine kisses, the codeine kids got you down Picking fights with the devil, you know, you've got a real smart mouth Driving you home from the bar and you're touching my face but I don't make a sound

Hope In Hell by Black Pistol Fire (Johnny/Aidan vibes)

It's over now, you see Keep pulling at my seams Fuck you and the horse you rode in on Down on my luck But I never really had none I soften up the blow It only goes to show Useless to try

Only my mind, I think you got that too You can have it all But how much do you wanna lose?

Dog Teeth by Nicole Dollanganger (Johnny/Aidan post bender vibes)

He handed me a pair of pliers and he told me to pull out his teeth Because as long as he'd had them he'd use them to do bad things

You're cold on the inside There's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart My body's covered in teeth marks, your bite's worse than your bark

You ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love, you're all over me

Sorry by Nothing But Thieves (Johnny/Aidan post bender vibes)

I broke your heart so carelessly But made the pieces part of me And now it hurts what we've become 'Cause you taught me how to love It's me who taught you how to stop

And so many fucking more, I could fill a book, but here's a few

[rollinouttahere]

I had my wisdom teeth removed yesterday, and I need to rant

To preface, I will admit this was my first surgery that I have gone through, but this whole process felt really off to me. To start with, these people told me fuck all about basically everything. I found out two minutes ago that I shouldn’t have been using the mouth rinse they gave me until today, they never indicated that to me at all and neither did the pharmacist. I found this out because I googled what food I’m not supposed to eat (again, not told), and happened to stumble across it.

As for the procedure itself: red flags from the start but I was in too deep to leave at that point. First thing that stuck out was that they didn’t weigh me, an odd thing to do when you’re about to use anesthetic on someone. I filled out my weight on some paperwork and they just rode with that. Sure, I wasn’t lying about it, but a lot of people do lie about their weight, so why the fuck would they take that risk? After that, they had me in the chair getting ready to be put under anesthetic, and they didn’t tell me when they were going to use it. The nurse put the tubes in my nose and just said it was oxygen. I’m 25, not 5. They could have just told me. Didn’t realize what it really was until I woke up post surgery.

While she was putting it in, the surgeon was talking to me about how weird my bottom wisdom teeth were. Apparently, their roots were wrapped around a nerve that when damaged, can make your lower lip numb either for a few weeks/months, to possibly the rest of my life. He was debating whether to take out the whole tooth or just the crown to be safe. What did he do, you ask? Wish I fucking knew! I passed out in the middle of that and STILL DON’T KNOW!

Onto me waking up. I found out that they took all four wisdom teeth. This was not the agreed to plan, they were only supposed to get the ones on the bottom and leave the other two for a later date. On top of that, the nurse discharging me had some serious ‘bully in high school turned nurse’ vibes going on and it was awful. She didn’t tell me (or my mom who was there as my driver) a god damn thing, just told me to avoid soup (?????). She also lied and said I had gotten up to go to the bathroom by myself even though I was really struggling from the anesthesia and couldn’t hardly sit up by myself much less walk. Why would you lie about this? That’s just a weird thing to lie about. She also copped an attitude with my mom for catching me when I fell from trying to stand. I guess she wanted me to lose some more teeth on the floor that day.

Also, remember that thing I mentioned with the nerve that could make my lower lip numb if it was damaged? I’ve regained feeling everywhere BUT my lower lip, so I guess I’ll see where that goes in a few months time. 

[overplannedbutunnamednpc]

legacy playlist

it’s that time again. I have made another playlist and everyone must see it. like glade’s playlist, a lot of this is vibes only, but there’s also reasoning in there. to be played in no particular order! have fun! lyrics/descriptions under the cut!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2uqUCCdbCOZWnL4njmJOhc?si=db04fc3757894567

1. Metaphor by The Crane Wives

I've gotten good at leaning on metaphors I've gotten good at living on someone else's page I cut my teeth on secondhand sentiments You can't trust a single thing I say

I keep my closet free of skeletons 'Cause I'm much better at digging graves But I always dig up bones in your sympathy I can't trust a single thing you say

One of the first things that I thought about Legacy was that she is a liar. For fun and pleasure. And also a little bit for necessity but don’t worry about that. She’s genuinely kind of gotten used to just not telling the truth about herself, because why would she? She’s at three people TOTAL who know EVERYTHING (mostly probably), and she kinda hates it, and isn’t used to it, and will one day be forced into getting used to it. But for now she’s a lying liar who lies, which works for her! And no one else.

2. What’s a Devil to Do? by Harley Poe

I was born from an angel And she raised me properly I knew what I wasn't to do I knew what I wasn't to see But when you reach a certain age Your destiny, it comes to life So don't you bite the hand that feeds you Or it may cut you with its knife It permeates all through my bones I let it live, I help it grow I said my cup, it runneth over? Well I'm gonna let it flow So I shot a man in Kokomo Just to watch him die My mother asked me if it pleased me And I couldn't tell a lie

This is a song about being a devil and not being able to deny or change your nature. I like the impermeability of both the roles of “angel” and “devil” in this song, and you better believe I think about it with respect to legacy A Lot. like you are born from an angel! she raised you properly! you can’t tell a lie! it pleased you to kill him!!! what’s a devil to do!!!! like. tbh even without legacy i’d be a little obsessed with this song. what is a devil but the rigidness of an angel with the “wrong” moral code?? thank you! lawful good and lawful evil still have lawful in common! food for thought!

3. Devil Devil by MILCK

Devil, Devil Clever Devil, Devil How quickly they do sell their souls For the feast and the promise of gold But devil that won't be me Devil, Devil Bones of metal metal You torture saints with a single glance Make them think they ever stood a chance

Won’t you believe it I have more than one song about devils on here. Anyway this is like. I see this as Legacy seeing the Evil of her grandmother, like she knows there’s something evil there, and going “but that won’t be me.” Because it isn’t!! Baba may be evil, may be a devil, but she’s only ever been kind and good and generous to Legacy. (at least. as far as legacy knows.) Legacy isn’t ignorant of devils and what they/baba do. She just doesn’t really care. You won’t make a fool of her! She’s sold her soul and it was actually a really good deal! Rip to the other contract-bargainers in hell but she’s different, thanks!

4. Fire With Fire by AlicebanD

Which is why the music died And we're living out our lives in this hope one day our lives will straighten out And we will leave town And we'll get down to business now will someone tell me who I am

It's always been a little hard I wish that you could meet her This woman that you have become, you know that she's a keeper Except you keep her under wraps in case someone should break her It's dirty in this world, it's true I wish I could and she does too

There’s a couple of songs on here about Legacy’s inner machinations. Maybe not actually that many? Considering? And there’s a reason for that. Legacy doesn’t really. know. who she is? And that’s something I’ve actually talked to Lily a little about especially at start of campaign, because I didn’t know Legacy well and she didn’t know herself well either. She still kinda doesn’t, though she’s gotten better and I’ve definitely learned her way better too. Anyway this song is partially about not knowing who you are, and keeping the part of you you DO know under lock and key. and I think that fits legacy very well. There’s this core of Badness to her that she knows her way around and knows she has to keep quiet from the good people she’s surrounded herself with, and then there’s this confusing Goodness that isn’t even so much Good as wanting-to-be, and legacy doesn’t even know the SHAPE of that yet. she’s not even sure if it’s her or just the influence of her friends who ARE good.

5. Stars and the Moon by Sutton Foster

I met a man without a dollar to his name Who had no traits of any value but his smile I met a man who had no yearn or claim to fame Who was content to let life pass him for a while And I was sure that all I ever wanted Was a life like the movie stars led And he kissed me right here, and he said

"I'll give you stars and the moon and a soul to guide you And a promise I'll never go I'll give you hope to bring out all the life inside you And the strength that will help you grow I'll give you truth and a future that's twenty times better Than any Hollywood plot" And I thought, "You know, I'd rather have a yacht"

So the narrative of this song is about how this chick gets offered the stars and the moon and says no and is finally offered what she thinks she wants, and she accepts it, and then she never dreams again, and then she wakes up and realizes she’ll never have the stars and moon. Which makes me feel normal in relation to Legacy. Most days, Legacy is okay with having sold her soul. Like, she wasn’t doing anything with it, and honestly it’s probably better off with Baba accruing Hell Points than it would be if it was just Legacy’s, who would still be accruing Hell Points but like. in a much shittier tier. But. but but but. Legacy sold her soul....... pretty young, actually? I don’t think I’ve ever decided on an age but it was.... low double-digits. Maybe 12 or 13, even if I don’t think she actually took advantage of that pact until older. So Legacy kind of kneecapped her options early on. She doesn’t know who she’d actually. Be. if she’d said no to Baba back then. maybe she’d have the stars and moon! probably not, but who would ever know?

6. Mile Magnificent by molly ofgeography

Plants with singing petals, women with long, long legs Demons drinking water and angels drinking kegs The light behind the buildings as we sip sunlight to the dregs We are animals of love, the city never makes us beg And it feels like a good, good omen Never been much of a good, good woman But good things are coming Good, good things are coming

For one, I like this song, it fucks. For another it mentions demons and angels sometimes. Anyway, this one’s sort of celebratory, like, partying with the angel and devil on your shoulder, enjoying yourself doesn’t mean good things won’t come to you, etc etc. This one’s mostly vibes, there isn’t a whole lot behind it.

7. Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine

Holy water Cannot help you now See, I've come to burn Your kingdom down And no rivers and no lakes Can put the fire out I'm gonna raise the stakes I'm gonna smoke you out Seven devils all around me Seven devils in my house See, they were there when I woke up this morning I'll be dead before the day is done

This song is evil AU legacy. so just regular legacy, you ask? depends. The idea here is like. I’m giving into my devils, it’s a little bit of revenge it’s a little bit of sexy, in my head this is evil legacy going on a righteous cleansing fire type rampage. and it’s awesome.

8. Jackseye’s Tale by Daniel Pemberton

This one’s an instrumental, and came recommended as one of the songs GD plays to inspire legacy!!! I like it for friends reasons but I also really like the energy behind it!

9. Kill Of The Night by Gin Wigmore

The street's a liar I'm gonna lure you into the dark My cold desire To hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart The danger is I'm dangerous And I might just tear you apart, oh, woah-oh I'm gonna catch ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, oh, oh-oh I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh You're my kill of the night

I think Legacy should get to bite people in a sexy way. Also, there’s a lot of jokes in the server about like. I/Legacy is like “legacy’s evil” and I get sent messages such as “no she’s not” and “[screenshot of legacy telling her friends she loves them]” and the like. but what I/Legacy don’t think people get is like. That’s just people legacy likes. In another world she WOULD just bite and kill. It’s only the luck of the draw that she was born to a family/society with a moral code and that she was raised, like, Normal, because she SO EASILY could have been an aleksandra. she can’t do anything WRONG. she doesn’t care that much about randos! she just knows the rules of her society and follows them, when they’re not in the way of things she Wants.

10. The Devil In The Kitchen by Ashley MacIsaac

Another instrumental! Another GD inspiration song!!! Sometimes you just need to get DOWN to the bangers your friends associate with you!!

11. Devil’s Dance Floor by Flogging Molly

Well she took me by the hand I could see she was a fiery one Her legs ran all the way Up to heaven and past Avalon Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store She said, "Come with me now On the Devil's dance floor"

Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Swing a little more, little more next to me Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Swing a little more, on the Devil's dance floor

This is another rec! And if I remember correctly another GD inspiration song! This one doesn’t have a lot behind it beyond MAYBE the fact that legacy once danced her way into the bed of a princess. that’s fun.

12. Confessional by Janet Devlin

There’s a secret on the tip of my tongue And it’s burning a hole between my lungs There’s no grace for what I have done But I must face what I’ve become Hiding six feet under has always been my way And though the honesty hurts The lying was worse Can’t take it to the grave This is my confessional Of things that I have buried low

Legacy HATES telling the truth about herself. It’s just not fun and sexy and mysterious. But unfortunately. To have friends. They kind of have to know who you are. And like. Legacy doesn’t like that! That’s why she lies! but she also wants to be known! because she knows these people and loves them! does it suck that in order to be loved you have to be known??? yes. do you have to put on your big girl pants and do it anyway? unfortunately,, yes. She’s doing her best.

13. Trust by Neon Trees

You, you got your head in a sling Yeah, and I, I'm trying to give you salvation You appear as a devil Like a wolf in the woods But you're acting exactly as we expected you would I said you, you hear the words that I sing, it's a shock to the system Falling down can feel strange No one remembers your name You’re losing the game That’s the thing about trust It’s always the same Sad story again You lose all your friends That’s the thing about trust

So okay. So. The thing about trust. The THING about trust. is that Legacy doesn’t really do it. She has to try SO hard. She knows better than to think that people will like her if they knew everything. Her friends notwithstanding, mostly, because they’re weird, people don’t. LIKE. to hear about these things with legacy. like if devils were real, you wouldn’t WANT to hear that one of your besties had sold her soul to one. like that’s just true. So Legacy’s trying very hard to trust that her friends still like her like they say AND trust that they’d STILL like her if they knew everything. and that’s why we got into the whole brouhaha about her lying about her old friends. because she never trusted Those friends, and look at what happened there.

14. Temptress by S. J. Tucker

Fallen angel, beautiful thief, pretty little vampire cuttin' her teeth; regardless of the lady or her level of disgrace, you just can't say no to a pretty face. The city is sleepin' safe and sound. "Nevernever" never had it so fine. As for me, I can be patient 'cause some day, you are gonna be mine.

Oh, honey, I know that it's been a long time. Your cloak's gone a little bit gray. I can help you out with your troubles, but you have to let me stay. You already gave me permission to slip beneath your skin. Why bear the weight of the whole damn world when all you gotta do is let me in?

So this isn’t exactly how Legacy’s deal went down. the song is about vampires so it’s sexier than it perhaps should be to fit legacy and baba well. HOWEVER. the idea is here about like. further tempting into some sort of Power and there’s an idea too about like. “wouldn’t it be so much Easier to just go along with me?” and the answer is yes. it’s so much easier to just. not pay the price of goodness. baba would love legacy either way. and yet. and yet.

15. Chasing Twisters by Delta Rae

I was born with lightning in my heels Set a spur onto my ankle Bit a horse under the steel And I lost hope when I was still so young Had an angel on my shoulder But the devil always won So kiss me now This whiskey on my breath Feel the lives that I have taken What little soul that I have left And oh, my God I'll take you to the grave The only love I've ever known The only soul I ever saved

More angel and devil imagery. It’s a disease. Anyway this is Legacy leaving home young to do whatever, trying to figure out who and what she is, and she doesn’t know until she’s lost probably most of her soul who she is, or at least who she wants to be. plus also it’s a vibes song.

16. Raise Hell by Brandi Carlile

I've been down with a broken heart Since the day I learned to speak The devil gave me a crooked start When he gave me crooked feet But Gabriel done came to me And kissed me in my sleep And I'll be singing like an angel Until I'm six feet deep

I found myself an omen and I tattooed on a sign I set my mind to wandering and I walk a broken line You have a mind to keep me quiet And although you can try Better men have hit their knees And bigger men have died

Love the vibe here of like. Right now for me the best thing is to be bad. it’s vibes but it’s also kind of how Legacy is thinking!!! she is keeping her pact, not because of power anymore, but because she doesn’t think she has another choice! Barring the idea of Baba being redeemed, because that’s far in the future, like... Legacy isn’t changing. Legacy isn’t giving up her pact. She’s gonna raise hell!!!!

17. Take Me to War by The Crane Wives

All of the fire I've swallowed All of the sparks that went dark in my gut I am always burning up Dress me in red and throw your roses And I'll rankle the beasts with words It's a graceless dance of epithets We learn to make someone hurt They will consume your sweet resistance And they'll carry your heart in their teeth But I am always feeding them The ugliest parts of me

Another crane wives due to my diseases. The idea here is kind of wolf in sheep’s clothing, kind of hidden depths, stuff like that. And it’s very vibes.

18. Shake It Out by Doll Skin

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat 'Cause looking for Heaven, found the devil in me Looking for Heaven, found the devil in me But, what the hell, I'm gonna let it happen to me, yeah Shake it out, shake it out Shake it out, shake it out, oh-woah Shake it out, shake it out Shake it out, shake it out, oh-woah And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back So shake him off, oh-woah

Haha shake the devil off... yeah I bet you can’t guess what this one’s about. If it was about Legacy and Baba you’re right! This is a hopeful song in a way! Devils can be redeemed!! waugh!!!