#OC: She-of-the-Snake-Skirt

[the-sixth-house-unmourned]

"She-of-the-snake-skirt" "Snake-Skirt" is an Oblivion protag I made for the Thieves Guild storyline! And eventually, she became my Nerevarine's mentor-figure!

[chrissv4mp]

canines , BILLIE E.

summary: billie can't resist the taste of you. she can't even wait until you're home to get her hands and teeth in on you.

pairing: vampire!billie eilish × fem!reader

warnings/topics: vulgar language, oc's, short mentions of blood, smut, billie's super needy&whiny!!, bathroom sex, oral, fingering, strap-on usage, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, degradation, praise, hair pulling, choking if u squint..., she's down bad.., power bottom!billie & dom!billie!!, kinda short??

a/n: don't let me near a phone or laptop thats opened to billie eilish's instagram EVER again💔

a/n 2: this is NOT short at all.

a/n 3: this is 4.5k words!💞💞

"and this motherfucker ran the light just as i put my foot on the gas! we both could've gotten injured. badly. people just don't even think these days." your friend, logan, says.

he huffs angrily as his arms position themselves crossed over another. a loose hair falls across his face as his eyes meet yours.

a smile comes to his face just at the sound of your laughter, his story somehow seemingly funny to you.

"c'mon, don't get all worked up over that idiot. just thank your quick reflexes for slamming the brakes as i imagine you did." logan smiles, a scoff sounding from his lips.

his eyebrows raise, eyes going down and landing on the table as he mutters, "sure, i definitely slammed on the brakes."

billie coughs, a smile forming on her face at the blond haired boys words, "no fucking way, you didn't?"

you sigh, dragging it out as your head falls back against the cushions of the booth, "the one time your reflexes don't come in is the time you almost die."

"great!" you scoff, a smile still on your face as you look back at your friend.

billie giggles at your reaction, hand snaking under the table to place her hand on your thigh. her fingers run across your skin, sneaking under the hem of your skirt and making you glare at her.

logan laughs again before taking a sip of his water, eyes finding their way to your another one of your friends, tessa.

her eyes are wide as she stares at the blond-haired boy, mouth practically on the floor in shock.

the older boy almost chokes on his water, tessa's facial expression making him turn away to hide the small dribble of water and spit on his chin.

"y'know, i was telling alex and finneas about how smart you are the other day..." tessa mutters, tucking a strand of her black hair behind her ears, look the other way as she whistles.

logan rolls his eyes as he sets down his glass, "i am still very smart, thank you."

you chuckle at their playful banter, attention quickly being stolen by your girlfriend as her hand travels even higher up your thigh.

her eyes are darker than before, pupils almost completely covering her irises. you exhale quietly, glancing at logan and tessa to make sure they weren't aware of what you two were doing.

billie smirked, watching as you scooted closer to her, your hands already sneaking under the hem of her shirt.

she bit her lip, her teeth cutting through the plump skin of her lower lip, blood coating the tips of her fangs.

you rested your head on her shoulder, lips hovering above her earlobe, "bathroom. now."

she didn't waste any time, moving to get out of the booth and quickly walk to the bathroom.

both logan and tessa's heads turned, eyebrows raising in confusion as they looked to you for answers. you smiled apologetically, "sorry. i need to help her with something. she bit her lip too hard."

the older boy gave a hum, dragging it out slowly in suspicion as he shared a look with tessa.

she only smiled awkwardly, very clearly trying to hold in a laugh as you scurried off after your girlfriend.

logan burst out into laughter as soon as you were out of sight, falling onto the shorter girls shoulder and clinging onto her.

tessa laughed along with him, hands grabbing at her friend as tears pricked her eyes from laughing so much.

"can't resist you," billie grunted, teeth dragging along the tender skin of your neck.

your palms were flat against the wooden family bathroom door, head thrown back against it as to let billie access your neck better.

her hands were practically glues to your waist, grip tightening every time you let out a particularly loud or whiny sound.

you were making her crazy. the way you smelled, the way you looked. fuck, even the way you looked at her made her go mad.

"so fuckin' pretty. all mine." she muttered mindlessly, leaving opened-mouth kisses all along your neck.

the moment she sucked on your pulse point, you moaned lowly, hands flying to her hair and tugging on it.

her fangs grazed your neck again, and billie couldn't hold back anymore. she bared her teeth, and then they sunk into your skin.

you moaned loudly at the feeling, pain and pleasure clouding your mind as her hands begun to roam down, finding their way under your skirt again.

billie whined at the taste of you, eyes fluttering shut as she pushed you against the door harder, rutting her hips against yours.

you loved seeing her like this, so whiny and needy just at the taste and smell of you. she could never hold back when it was just you two alone, never missing an opportunity to sink her teeth into you.

your hands left her hair, deciding to just rest on her waist and to pull her closer. she was already a whiny mess, and she hadn't been touched or spoken to yet.

your head throbbed after a few minutes, and when you began to squirm uncomfortably, billie removed her teeth from your skin. her tongue soothed the ache of the bite, and you sighed in pleasure.

"'m sorry, mamas.." billie apologized quietly, pulling back from your neck to stare into your e/c eyes.

you only smiled at her, eyes filled with lust as you tilted your head at her pouty lips. your hand went up to cup her cheek, thumb running across her bottom lip and dragging it.

there were still small drops of blood coming from her lip, and your thumb wiped them away, bringing it in front of your mouth and sucking it off.

billie whined at your actions, her knees almost buckling at the sight of you sucking on your thumb seductively. her tongue darted out to lick away her own blood, eyes flicking rapidly from your eyes and lips.

not wanting to wait any longer, you crashed your lips onto hers, hands tugging her face even closer as you kissed her passionately.

it was a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss thanks to billie's neediness, basically melting at your touch and taste. she was acting like this was the first time you've ever kissed her.

"need you s' bad," the girl whined against your already swollen lips, "need you now.."

a breathy moan escaped her throat as your hand groped her beneath her shirt, her head moving to rest in the crook of your neck.

whimpers escaped her, going straight to your ear and making the wetness between your thighs worse. she was killing you.

you rolled her nipple between your fingers, smirking at the way she jolted and squirmed at the way you were touching her.

she cried out as your fingers left her chest, snaking down and out of her shirt. both of your hands landed on her waist this time as you kissed her jaw.

"jump." and she did, obeying your demands. her legs wrapped around your waist, and you carefully carried her to the bathroom counter.

her eyes seemed even darker as she stared down at you, biting her bottom lip as she watched you descend her body.

billie's legs dangled from the counter, and your hands quickly began to unbutton her jeans and pull them down along with her black lacy panties.

the clothing pooled around her ankles, and your hands went to spread her legs even further apart, revealing how wet she was.

billie whined, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging you closer to her core. you smiled up at her through hooded eyes, watching as her head lolled back.

"yeah? you're that needy, bills?" the teasing words rolled off your tongue too casually, and billie only huffed out in frustration.

her eyes met yours again, and she tugged at your hair again, "use that fuckin' mouth for a good use, ma."

your head tilted to the side, letting out a chuckle at the sound of her demands.

"that wasn't a question. don't make me do it myself. you wouldn't want that, would you?" she spoke quietly, her grip on your hair tightening again to punctuate her words.

the threat of not being able to taste her made your head quickly dip between her thighs, licking a long stripe from her clit down to her entrance.

your tongue slipped into her entrance, and you smiled against her pussy at the pornographic moan that left her mouth.

maybe coming in here wasn't the best idea.

"'js like that. fuck," billie groaned, fangs digging into her bottom lip once again.

her hands pulled you even closer, your hair messier than ever as she tugged on it after every movement you made with your mouth.

your lips wrapped around her clit, sucking harshly and nipping at it lightly as your hand lowered from her thigh to her core.

you slipped two fingers in quickly, curling them right when you were as deep as you could get. it wasn't hard to find her g-spot, making billie's back arch as she whined.

a groan left your lips as her thighs squeezed your head lightly, the vibrations going straight to your girlfriends pussy.

"so good, such a good girl f' me—" billie sighed, cutting herself off with a louder moan of your name, "y/n, holy fuck..!"

her eyes rolled back as your fingers curled, timing it perfectly with the way you nipped at her clit.

"doin' so good, baby. c'mon, take it." you whispered, and billie could just barely hear you over her heaving breaths and loud moans.

the tone of your voice sent her over the edge, cumming with a high-pitched moan that became raspy near the end. her throat was dry from not swallowing, her hips bucking wildly as her chest heaved with each breath she took.

your tongue lapped at her pussy, working skillfully as your tongue replaced your fingers. billie's low whines didn't stop you from continuing to fuck her with your tongue.

"please, baby. ts' too much." the black-haired girl couldn't help but cry out at the way your tongue dipped in and out of her pussy, her head lolling back again as she let out a guttural moan.

"you can take it, bills." your voice was muffled against her core, the pace of your tongue quickening.

you just wanted her to cum on your tongue again, you were addicted to the taste of her.

her hands wanted to push you away, but they just pulled you even closer, wanting the pleasure to last. billie never wanted the sight in front of her to go away.

"gonna cum again, mamas..! fuck, you're s' good. always my good girl.." billie praised, eyes squeezed shut as her second orgasm washed over her.

your tongue wasted no time in cleaning her up, this time pulling away and holding yourself back from fucking her again. your eyes were darkened, nothing but lust behind them as you stared up at your girlfriend.

your fingers were still wet with her slick, and you raised your hand in front of her face. billie couldn't help but take your fingers into her mouth, sucking on them as she stared at you through hooded eyes.

she still wanted a taste of your own cum, wanted to watch you writhe and cry underneath her as she fucked you dumb. she needed you on your knees, her strap deep down your throat as she fucked your mouth.

her mind ran wild with other fantasies as she continued to lick your fingers clean, kissing the tip of your index finger before you pulled them away.

a smirk played on your face as your lips crashed onto hers again, this time in a more passionate and loving kiss, "need that pretty pussy in my face again,"

the words whispered against her lips make the black-haired girl shudder, her thoughts all over the place. she only nodded, liking the idea of your head between her thighs.

she would make her fantasies come true. and she certainly wasn't gonna wait until the next day to make them happen. even if it meant staying up all night.

a smile came to her face as you pulled away, your face in her hands as you leaned into her touch softly, "we need to get back to our friends."

you shrug, biting down on your bottom lip, "i think they know what we came in here to do. your neediness really does show."

billie punches your shoulder playfully as you laugh. before getting off the counter, you help her pull her pants back up.

before leaving the restroom, you wash your hands. billie can't help but drag you back to the booth where your friends sat, chatting.

tessa smiles at the sight of you and your girlfriend, giggling quietly as you both get back in the booth.

"shut up," you mutter, and logan just laughs at the way you cross your arms in embarrassment.

billie smirks proudly, looking over at you as she laughs along with her friends.

tessa rubs your shoulder, a faux look of pity on her face, "it's okay, girl. i mean, who would pass up a chance to fuck their hot girlfriend?"

your face flushes a deep shade of red as you shove the girl lightly, hiding your face in billie's shoulder as you overhear them laughing.

tessa can't help but cling onto logan, slapping his arm as his head falls back against the booth.

billie just sits there, watching with an unfazed expression. her hand rests on your thigh again, rubbing it reassuringly.

"don't be embarrassed, ma." she giggles, kissing the top of your head.

the drive home wasn't quiet or awkward at all, it never was between your friend group. the drive was filled with laughter and teasing words about what happened at dinner.

logan kept his eyes on the road while listening in to the playful arguments and quiet slaps of your hands against each other's arms.

he occasionally joined in on the teasing, earning a few slaps on his shoulder as he laughed at your flushed expression.

you and billie were the first to be dropped off, your shared house not being too far away from the restaurant you all ate at.

neither of you were complaining, especially not billie. she wasn't complaining because she could finally make her prior fantasies a reality.

she was going to ruin you tonight.

the second the front door shut and you both kicked off your shoes, she was all over you. her hands couldn't seem to be pried off of your body, tugging at every article of clothing you wore. especially that tight fucking skirt.

"teasing me all night with this. gonna rip it off you, mamas." she groaned, fangs on display once again.

a moan left your lips as billie's teeth dragged down the side of your neck, the tender skin rising in her tracks from the irritation.

heavy breaths fell from your mouth as billie continued to descend your body, her knees eventually coming in contact with the hardwood floors.

her head tilted back to look up at you, her fangs being the first thing that caught your attention before her blue eyes did. you smiled back at her.

you sighed as you felt your skirt being tugged down your legs, pooling around your ankles along with your ruined panties. you were still wet from the interaction with billie earlier.

the feel of her legs squeezing your head made you insane. you just never wanted the moment to end.

the girl took her time slipping your skirt and panties off your ankles, eyes focused on your face the entire time.

"touch me already, bills.." your tone was whiny, head falling back against the front door out of impatience, "please. i need you in me s' bad."

the girl beneath you groaned quietly, shuddering at your words.

"want you to fuck me hard, 'til i can't take it n'more." you were slurring your words now, squirming around under your girlfriends lustful gaze.

she smiled again, chuckling before she stood on her feet again, lips meeting yours in another heated kiss. her tounge kept running along your bottom lip, and every time it just made you want her more.

billie pulled away for a few seconds to help you remove your shirt, muttering quiet demands that you obeyed without a second thought.

your bra was next, her hands snaking around to your back and undoing the hook on your bra. you helped her by sliding the straps off your shoulders, throwing the piece of fabric into the small pile of clothes next to the two of you.

the black-haired girl didn't wait another second to capture your lips in hers again, her hands moving up your body and grabbing your tits.

her fingers rolled your nipples between them, her mouth catching all your whiny noises and needy moans. she loved seeing you such a mess for her.

"gonna make you cum over and over again, ma." she whispered, lips moving down to your chest to leave more marks there, "you'd like that, no? you'd like being used as a slut?"

your head nodded furiously, nails digging through your girlfriends shirt and leaving subtle crescent-shaped marks on her waist.

billie bit down on your collarbone, making you wince at the small amount of pain from her fangs, "need to hear words from that pretty mouth of yours."

"mhm, yes. 'm your slut, use me, baby." billie earned a whimper as her lips wrapped around your nipple, her fangs grazing over it every so often.

you were a moaning mess by the time she switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. her hands were on your waist, grip tight and possessive.

the impatience was starting to get to her, and before you could even speak, she grabbed your hand and led you to the couch quickly.

her hands went to your shoulders, gently pushing you to lay back on the cushions. billie continued to stand at the end of the couch, taking off her hat and throwing it onto the coffee table.

next was her glasses, doing the opposite of what she did with her hat and placing them gently on the table before going round and crawling on top of you.

her tongue peeked out to wet her lips, eyes raking down your exposed chest with a certain hunger behind them.

"you're so fuckin' gorgeous. my perfect girl." billie praised, eyes rolling back at the way you whimpered.

her hand grabbed your thigh, her thumb running imaginary shapes along the soft skin before she got to her knees in front of the couch.

you sat up, realizing what she was gonna do as you spread your legs. billie sighed at how wet you were, looking up at you before her head dipped between your thighs.

her tongue slipped into your entrance, thrusting in and out as her nose bumped your clit. your smell and taste were intoxicating.

she hated how much her senses were heightened around you, she almost never was able to resist the urge to fuck you right then and there.

"oh my god," you moaned, already breathless from the way she marked you earlier. this was by far the most you've been worked up, "s' good with your mouth, baby."

her hands only spread your legs further, wanting nothing more than to eat you out uninterrupted.

she whined as her tongue picked up the pace, hips bucking instinctively.

her fingers took her tongues place, pumping in and out of your pussy at an almost inhumane pace.

her soft lips wrapped around your clit as she looked up at you through her lashes, smiling at the look on your face.

you looked so fucked out already, and she wasn't even close to being done with you.

"mmh, fuck! yes, yes, right there!" your lips stayed parted, letting out loud and raspy noises just for billie.

her fingers curled again, hitting that deep spot inside of you. her torture on your clit was also unrelenting, never faltering in speed as she continued to suck.

a breathy moan was heard from above billie, and then she felt your juices on her tongue. a satisfied groan fell from her lips and went straight to your pussy, adding to the already overwhelming pleasure.

"s' good, fuck. yes, baby..." you whimpered, hips bucking wildly against your girlfriends face as her fingers slowed.

as soon as your hands moved to push billie away, she pulled back, getting to her feet to look down at your fucked-out expression.

she pressed a kiss to your forehead before rounding the couch and going towards your bedroom.

you hummed in confusion, standing up and following close behind her.

the bathroom door was closed when you walked in, so you just decided to sit at the edge of your shared bed.

she said she was gonna ruin you, and billie always kept her word.

shuffling was heard from the bathroom, and your thighs squeezed together at the many thoughts that came to you.

when the bathroom door opened, your head quickly turned. a whine fell from your lips as you saw billie standing there, fully naked.

the dark silicone cock was strapped around her waist, and your full attention was on that even as she walked towards you.

her hands went to your shoulders, pushing you to lay back down on the edge of the bed. her eyes met yours as she towered over you, grabbing the fake cock and swirling it around your entrance in a teasing manner.

you shuddered at the action, hands moving to grip the sheets harshly. you were still sensitive from the previous orgasm she had given you, and the way she moved was only making you more overwhelmed.

"please," you breathed out, eyes shut as your hips bucked up against her strap.

billie chuckled at your neediness, pushing just the tip in and earning a quiet moan from between your pretty lips, "c'mon, you can ask nicer than that."

"please, please just fuck me, bills. need you inside me." you sighed, and billie couldn't wait any longer.

she thrusted her hips forward, pushing her entire length into your swollen pussy in one motion. a choked moan escaped, your knuckles turning white from how hard you grabbed the sheets.

bille huffed quietly as she held herself up with one hand, her free hand grabbing at your tit and rolling your nipple between her fingers. her eyes stayed on your face, occasionally fluttering shut as the base of the strap hit her clit perfectly.

you were a mess of moans and whimpers as billie pounded into your swollen pussy, hands going up to her back and leaving crescent-shaped marks where your nails dug in.

"shit, don't stop. please." a breathy moan tumbles from your lips as she grabs your waist, pulling your body closer to hers.

her strap was hitting you deeper now, and billie felt like she could just cum just by watching you writhe and whine underneath her. you were driving her insane.

a hand slid from your inner thigh all the way up towards your neck, her rings making goosebumps rise on your warm skin. her ringed-fingers wrap around your throat gently, applying the smallest amount of pressure.

she loved seeing you like this, such a mess just for her. and her alone, "you're such a slut, mamas."

you gasped as you felt her bare chest against yours, the warmth of her body relaxing you further. her lips grazed over your earlobe as she spoke those dirty words, and they just spurred you on further.

"falling apart on my cock and we've only just began. are you really that desperate to cum?" she whispered, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth before she kissed your temple.

tears pricked in your eyes at the amount of pleasure she was giving you, and when her free hand came down to rub tight circles along your clit, you lost it.

a cry came from your mouth as the tears finally fell down your cheeks, your mascara getting ruined in the process. billie only chuckled, pulling away to look at your fucked-out state.

her head tilted to the side, and you could tell by the way her pupils dilated that she wanted to taste you again. suck you dry.

her fangs protracting for the 3rd time that night. you gave her a nod in confirmation, but she didn't take that. she wouldn't because she wanted to break you.

"didn't i tell you to use your words?" she whispered, "or have i fucked you so hard you can't remember, hmm?" the way she hummed made your eyes roll back.

it was such a small thing, but it was so fucking attractive. you couldn't help it, really.

your head shook, lips parting in an effort to form a coherent sentence, "mmh.. no, 'm sorry. please—mmphh..—bite.. bite me."

she didn't need to be told twice, dipping her head down in the crook of your neck before biting down. hard and fast.

her thrusts never slowed down, only gradually getting faster as she approached her climax as well. she wanted you both to cum together, which was something that happened very rarely due to your impatience.

the way her teeth sunk into your neck only increased your pleasure as you moaned out, your fingernails definitely drawing blood as they raked down your girlfriends back.

"gonna cum, bills. please, lemme cum?" you whined, and billie hummed against your neck, sucking the dark blood from beneath your skin.

your mouth hung open as you came again, eyes squeezing shut as you heard billie grunt against your soft skin. she pulled her teeth out of your neck slowly, hands moving to either side of your body as she thrusted into you quickly.

her head hung low as she moaned in pleasure, dragging out her orgasm as the base of the strap continued to hit her clit.

her motions prolonged your orgasm as well, making you shuddered underneath her body as she continued to fuck into you like a wild animal.

the moment it felt like it was too much for her, she stopped, her body falling atop of yours as she rest her head on your shoulder.

"fuck." she breathed out, not wanting to pull out just yet as her arms came to rest on your waist.

you could only hum in response, vision hazy and thoughts blurred at the orgasm that your girlfriend had just given you.

your hands left her back, and billie hissed at the sudden stinging pain, "sorry. sorry, baby. i know it hurts."

billie sighed against your shoulder at your gentle words, relaxing at the way your fingers ran through her hair softly.

"'m tired.." the girl whispered, pulling her head away from your shoulder to look into your eyes. she could see that the feeling was mutual, and a smile came to her face.

you nodded your head, "me too. let's 'js clean up in the morning?"

billie hummed before wrapping her arms around your body and resting against your chest, sighing tiredly.

"i'm not pulling out, y'know?" her raspy voice broke the silence again, and you only chuckled, "gonna fuck you dumb in the morning. i'm gonna actually ruin you tomorrow."

"okay, baby," you rolled your eyes playfully, and billie thrusted her hips forward just to hear your pretty moans.

tags: @livialifesblog @mxqdii @mseilishmwah @hazelsbottom @sophlovesmeangirls

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Pretty like the sun

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a/n: the follow up chapter AND This is pretty like the wind series spin offs. This can be read as standalone all you need to know is that Azriel has two adoptive kids with OC - Zofie and Axel. Future stories related to them might include stories specifically decided to Azriel hence why I am taging it as Azriel story too. Don't come at me please. ✨ We have Az pov in this😌

warning: mention of labor, past trauma that's all. I think...

They are of age in this story. Young adults!

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Nyx's POV:

The side lake cabin was where Nyx had taken her. He wasn't sure why that place was the first thing that came to his mind. But it was the furthest place from Velaris and something deep within Nyx screamed that they had to get away. Wrong choices you are making, my boy. Nyx tightened the muscles in his jaw. It was an odd feeling. Having her here was both a relief and a worry.

Zofie was, as Nyx had come to learn, pretty out of it. Most of the time, when her power flared up, she would be left drained and emotionless. Just starting at something ahead of her, till her mind regained enough strength. Nyx still remembered when Rhys brought both her and Axel from the sanctuary. She whined from the pain her body had been in. When Madja and everyone else had left, Nyx had reached up to take her hand. His veins had turned inky black as an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed into him. He had pulled away at first, worried that he had done something wrong, but the frown on Zofie's forehand had eased. It had taken him one look at his palm to know. So he sat there for hours, holding her hand, till his bones ached. Till the light pink sheen returned to her skin.

Nyx had taken her straight to the bathing chamber. With one flick of his wrist, the hot water was pouring out of the installations on the wall. He shrugged his jacket off, not too keen on getting the leather wet. But... Nyx, you're walking on eggshells. But you felt like a cube of ice in his hands. He had tried to keep a conversation going as he flew, but she didn't respond, not even once. So he let her listen to the sound of the wind without any distractions. Now he pushed Zofie backwards carefully. Hands holding her forearms to steady her. The warm water crashed over her. Soaking her hair and body. She let out a deep breath. As if coming up for air. Her hands clasped his biceps. "Nyx," she breathed out, and fuck if it wasn't the prettiest sound. He hated when others called out for him. But not her. He could listen to... Nyx! He carefully brushed some of her black hair away from her face, tilting her head up so he could see her eyes. She blinked up. The black still rimmed the very edges of her golden eyes. "I'm here, Sunny; I've got you," he muttered, bringing her closer to his chest. Zofie's arms snaked around his torso as warm water crashed over them both. Their clothes stuck to their skin. Nyx's shirt cringed to his toned body, leaving very little to the imagination as the white material got translucent. His hands made quick work of Zofie's skirt. Her soaked skirt had to be heavy. So his hands made quick work of the buttons and string before the material hit the floor with a thud. Nyx, for fuck sake... His eyes didn't linger. Well, they did. But only for a moment as her toned legs came into view. Self-induced torture—that's what this was. But he pushed all of his thoughts aside. Letting the water drown it out too.

Neither of them had an idea of how long they stayed there. The room was fogged up and so humid that water was trickling down the walls. Their fingers had grown pruney, and Nyx managed to shift in the meantime, with no wings on display now. Zofie blinked a couple of times, pulling her face back from Nyx's chest. Her findings trailed down his side. Side. She could see the ink covering his ribs. Ink she hasn't seen before... And then the most beautiful golden eyes finally met Nyx's purple ones. "When did you get this?" Zofie's dainty fingers touched the damp material, right where you could just about make out the new tattoo. "Are you checking me out, Zof?" , Nyx teased as his eyes too fell on the new addition. Zofie let out a huff, "I'm not, but..." her eyes didn't leave the somewhat flower-resembling line work. "You used to tell me about things like this." And he did. They talked a lot when they could.

It of course changed a lot when he had to go to the camp so they could train, but... How was he meant to say that he was miserable the second time they had to go back? He was so fed up, and all he could think of was her and Axel had laughed at him and...

"We stole a couple of bottles of wine in the camp and woke up with these," Nyx admitted. Zofie's eyes grew big. "We... Axel and you?", she questioned. Nyx's lips curled upward. Zofie didn't need to hear him say it; she knew that she was right as it was, "Mom would freak out if she knew." Her voice was low as she shook her head. "Hence why you won't say a word," Nyx booed her nose, making Zofie pull back slightly with a scowl. "Are you okay to step out?", Nyx asked softly, his hands still holding her. He watched as Zofie slowly realized where they were. Water. Steam. Her frozen body feels limber. So she simply nodded her head.

They separated to change, but not before Nyx pulled out some of his clothes for Zofie to wear. "We can go back", her soft voice filled the main room of the cabin. This had to be the smallest house his parents owned. All it had was a rather big bathing chamber. A tiny kitchen and the rest of the place was occupied by the bed and huge windows. Nyx said nothing at first as he tossed some more wood into the fire.

"We're not going", his voice was calm and collected. Zofie crossed her arms over her chest and said, "I need to go home. Papa will be mad, and my mom just gave birth; it's not...", she rambled on, clearly getting frustrated by the situation now that her emotions had settled.

"Then why were you by the bank?", Nyx cut in quickly, making the girl in front of him stutter. Her eyes grew wide for a split second before she narrowed them down, "I could ask you the same thing." Here she was. His little flicker. Nyx smirked slightly, "Don't argue with me, darling." Pushing Zofie's buttons was one of his favorite things to do, ever since he learned that he could rile her up enough to make her cheeks heat with crimson he had used it to his advantage. She huffed at the nickname she hated. "Or what? You'll stomp your foot, and your dad will come running," she snarled. That line of frustration took over, but her soft heart was too gentle for this, so the moment the words left her mouth, her palm came up to cover her mouth.

"I'm sorry," Zofie muttered through her fingers. She knew that there were times when the princeling hated his relationship with Rhys. The court. The high lordship had put endless pressure on him while he was left to smile at it all. "My dad has been barking in my head every since I got you here," Nyx admitted as he walked closer to her, "But I ain't bringing you to anyone until you tell me what happened." His tone was soft. It was always soft when he was talking to Zofie. The girl let out a sigh. A deep one. A painful one and Nyx couldn't help but frown.

"Hey, you and I, remember?" The line had been a joke when they were little. The two had plotted to steal the rest of Nyx's birthday cake. It was a ride-or-die kind of deal. But the line stuck. And ever since, it has been Zofie and Nyx. She nodded at his words. But her mother stayed silent - still too exhausted to talk it out.

"Come on, lay down with me," Nyx muttered. He sounded desperate. Zofie shook her head immediately, "We can't. We shouldn't." Nyx knew that she mostly feared his scent mixing with hers. Their parents had lived long enough to catch them if they weren't careful. "Why not, as if I'm going to undress you and kiss you all over?", Nyx muttered with a smirk. Zofie let out a gasp, hitting his chest. "Nyx," she muttered with a chuckle. "I made sure my dad heard that too", he whispered, and Zofie huffed in return. She knew that the high lord's family had mind-to-mind communication. "Nyx, for the love of mother, what sick joy do you have of pissing your uncle off?" She was well aware that both Azriel and Nyx had been snarling at one another for as long as she could remember. But in the past couple of years, it has grown increasingly worse. "Someone needs to keep him on his toes. Uncle Cass and da-Rhys had gone too soft," Nyx shrugged his shoulders as he tugged at Zofie's hand, pulling her closer to the massive bed.

"Come on, I don't bite," he said, urging her to follow him. "I can smell your magic on you," Nyx muttered as she climbed in next to him. She had always been a massive cuddle bug. He had always hated it. His mom had smothered him without stopping. Rhys was no better. The older he got, the more suffocating it became. "Is that bad?", Zofie asked, pushing her long black hair over one shoulder. Nyx loved her hair—not just her hair, but...Nyx, composure tactics?

"You're stressed and sad, so you smell like a rotten grape," he breathed out jokingly. Zofie gaped at him. "Oh, fuck you," she huffed, turning to get out of the bed she had only settled in, but Nyx caught her hand with ease. "I'm kidding, Sunny", he breathed out with a chuckle, she didn't fight him on it. "You're so childish...", "I thought you liked your boys wild," Nyx winked at her, making Zofie shake her head.

"Can you at least let your dad know that we are okay so my mom doesn't have to worry?" His lover girl, aways think of others. Nyx tugged her one more time, enough this time for her to settle against his chest. "Believe me, he knows." Nyx was rather surprised as to why Rhys hadn't shown up. It would take him no effort to winnow here. His wards were triggered when Nyx entered the cabin, so the high lord wouldn't even have to spend time wondering where they went.

"When are you going back?", Nyx drew his attention back to the girl when her voice filled the quiet space. He also knew what she meant. Back to the camp. If not for YN going into labor, they wouldn't have been back at all. They still had a week there before the break. "Not sure; family emergencies can earn you a couple of days," he breathed out. The weight of Zofie against his chest felt so soothing. She nodded against his chest. Her eyes were no longer open. Her body slowly eased, and once her last bits of self-restraint began to fade, Nyx felt that overwhelming pinch, and the emotions that slipped past her shields poured right into him. Nyx closed his own eyes, letting the sensation ease. "That will do," Zofie muttered, her hand moving to lay on his side, right over the tattoo she had discovered today. "It'll have to, sunshine. We will have to make it count," Nyx muttered, leaning to press a loving kiss to her forehead before the two drifted off to sleep.

Azriel's POV:

He had been on edge for a while. You had been laboring for the past two days before the baby was finally here. No one had prepared Azriel for the fear that would be eating him alive while he watched you labor. You were a fighter. Always had been, but even you couldn't hide the agony. The white, cotton-like snow fell heavily on the grass outside. Such a calm season for such madness to be unfolding. Never had he thought that he would have a winter baby.

Azriel felt so fulfilled as he held Novie in his arms. A father. He felt so blessed to be in a position where you two could conceive. You both knew your chances of getting pregnant were higher based on the fact that you both had Illyrian blood running through your bodies. At least partly. Hence practically no trouble doing so, and well, the practice weeks, as Azriel loved to call them, hadn't stretched all that far.

Now she was here, and she was perfect. Another perfect girl. Her tiny, black-feathered wings were tucked against her back. She was a perfect mix of you both. Azriel had held her for hours before he made his way downstairs. With you asleep and the baby in Axel's arms, he needed a moment to breathe and eat, considering that he hadn't swallowed a single bite in quite a while. That's when he found his mother with troubled eyes. Cassian was standing there too. The protector within the spymaster stirred. And all hell broke loose when Cassian finally spoke.

"Rhys, I swear to fucking holy mother," Azriel had winnowed straight to the river house. "Pour yourself some scotch," Rhys pushed the glass bottle toward his brother. He would celebrate the birth of his daughter if his first daughter wasn't missing. "Fuck yourself with your scotch," Azriel growled, leaning forward. Rhys held his gaze before bursting into fits of giggles, "Well, aren't you a walking ray of sunshine?"

Azriel growled. He wondered how he would cover up the murder of the high lord if he had to and who would side with him when his last straw would break. "Tell him to bring her back," Azriel pointed a warning finger at Rhys. His nephew had gone too far. Way too far. It was one thing to bump into Zofie. Another thing was to kidnap her. Well, he hadn't kidnapped her exactly, but it was close to it. Semantics.

"Azriel," Rhys breathed out. "They are safe," the high lord said reassuringly. "She's safest with me," Azriel bit back, feeling the anger simmer. Zofie had never done something like this. Hasn't just taken off running. What if she couldn't control her powers? What if something bad had happened? And what had happened to make her do something like this?

"Well, considering that she ran away," like a bull's eye, Rhy's words hit the target. "Don't you give me shit for it," Azriel growled every word in a warning, his wings spreading behind him, and Rhys instantly stood to match him. God, if you were here, you would call them fucking peacocks.

"Yn is asleep; she won't know that Zofie isn't spending a night in the house," Rhys said firmly. And fucking thankfully, you were asleep because there was no way Azriel was going to let you worry about this. This had to be fixed. Fixed before you felt that something seemed off.

"Rhys," Azriel pleaded this time. "Azriel, Nyx will never do anything to hurt her, and you know it," Rhys said in his deep, high-lord tone. No more games; he was just as pissed. "They are too young," Azriel muttered. Yes, they were almost certain the two of them were mates. Rhys had said that he saw the bond flicker a couple of times. But they were too young. This was moving too fast. Zofie had just had her first bleed. No way was Azriel letting that boy toy snatch her off like that. And who even knew if he was serious enough about her?

"They are young, yes, but they are both of age to start exploring," Rhys muttered, "Or are you planning on keeping that poor girl in a cage?" The room died down in a heartbeat. Azriel could see that Rhys regretted the last words as soon as they left his mouth. That topic was always gonna be painful for him. The way you were raised. The way you were hurt was always gonna be painful him. And to know that Rhys. Rhys of all people was referring to him in that way. Suggesting that Azriel was off doing the same thing... "Azriel, I'm", but before Rhys could even start to apologize, Azriel was gone.

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Smoothie - Part 2 (M)

Word count: 1.7k

Pairing: Jeno x Original female character x Jaemin

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Barely any plot, Dom!Jeno, Dom!Jaemin, OC is an inexperienced sub, BSDM elements, oral (F receiving), both Jaemin and Jeno are mean, use of toys, overstimulation, barely proof read (sorry!)

Summary: After signing up on a BDSM community website on a whim, Jinhae has her first BDSM experience with Jeno and Jaemin.

Previous chapters: Read part one here

"Did I tell you how heavenly you smell?” Jaemin whispered as he began kissing Jinhae’s nape.

While Jeno pulled down each strap at an achingly slow pace, it was almost too much to keep track of who was doing what. Their sensual touches blended into each other seamlessly and Jinhae’s eyes fluttered closed at the sensations. It was relaxing being taken care of like this.

The sudden cold that hit her bare chest pulled her out of her trance. Looking down, Jinhae watched as the scene before her began to unfold. Her cami bunched at her waist, her breasts out in the open, and Jaemin’s hand rubbing delicate circles around her nipple. Every touch made her skin feel like it was on fire. Desires started clouding her judgment as Jinhae pictured the males in front of her taking turns filling her up.

“Enjoying the view, baby girl?” Jeno teased as his hand disappeared under her skirt. He slowly began rubbing his thumb along her inner thighs.

“Do you like watching us pleasure you?” Jaemin whispered slowly in her ear and no one could miss how she shivered in delight.

Caught up in Jaemin’s honey-like words, Jinhae’s attention was quickly pulled back to Jeno as he snaked a finger up to her folds. The first moan escaped from her lips before she could catch it.

“Ah, that's it.” Jaemin mocked against her neck.

Jeno tested the waters yet again as he decided to place his finger on the apex between her legs. With just the right amount of pressure, he started lazily playing with her clit through her underwear.

“F-fuck,” Jinhae breathed. It was a simple touch, but their words from earlier made her extremely sensitive.

The breathy curse tumbling from her lips was enough for Jeno to slide her panties to the side and push a finger in. He mindfully started to fuck her, paying close attention to when her breath hitched every time he went back in. Alternating between her clit, his soft touches made her mind slowly melt. God, if he was that dexterous with his fingers, what else could he do?

“Aw baby, are you going to come that quickly?” Jeno asked.

“Yes,” Jinhae managed to get out between moans. Her release was right there as she could feel her own body shake in pleasure.

“Should we let her, Jaemin?” Jeno asked, adding a second finger. This earned him a deep groan. “Look at how well she's doing for us.”

“Hmm,” Jaemin lazily replied. He never once stopped his ministrations on her breasts, only occasionally would he release his hand. Jinhae found herself arching to chase the pleasure he was giving her. “What do you think, kitten? Should we let you come?”

“Please, daddy,” she moaned.

Truthfully, Jinhae didn't know where that word came from. Maybe it was coerced out of her, but it didn't matter. As her orgasm rapidly approached again, she was willing to do or say anything to feel release.

“Of course, baby girl.”

She expected them to continue, to finally reward her for being so good for them. What she didn't expect was a familiar click followed by a sudden low hum. Her eyes flew open instinctively as she looked at Jeno holding her vibrator in his hands. Amusement danced across his features as he played around with the different settings.

“Is something wrong?” Jeno asked dumbfoundedly.

“N-no, sir,” she replied quickly.

“We did tell you to bring with you after all, did you think we wouldn't use it?” Jaemin added before pulling her arms up in order to finally slip off her camisole. He didn't even ask for her to raise her arms up, opting instead to treat her like she was nothing more than his very own play thing.

In her altered state, Jinhae had completely forgotten that she haphazardly threw her mini wand in her bag before running out the door to catch the subway. She silently cursed herself for thinkig it would remain untouched for the duration of her stay.

Jeno continued to alternate between the highest and lowest speeds, almost as if he were contemplating which would be the most tortuous for her. Jinhae would be lying if she said she couldn't feel her heartbeat pound in her chest. She was already puddy in their hands. There was no doubt that whatever they had planned for her next would completely ruin her. Already dazed out with her eyes half open, Jinhae could only watch as Jeno passed Jaemin the buzzing toy.

“Let's see how much you can handle, hmm?” Jaemin asked as he crouched down on his knees. Now that he was now eye-level with her legs, he could see just how much they've affected her.

At the sight, he let out a low whistle. “We’ve barely started to touch you, and yet look at the mess you've made.” He cocked his head to the side, examining the dark spot on her underwear.

Jinhae tried to close her legs in embarrassment but Jaemin was quick to pry them back open. He hooked a finger in the side of her underwear and tugged them down her legs in one shift motion.

“I'm going to start using it baby, so spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

Jinhae obliged without hesitation, embarrassment long forgotten as it was replaced with pure need. The buzzing got closer and closer until it finally came into contact with her throbbing clit. Before she could adjust to the intensity, the setting was only raised higher.

“Oh, fuck.”

She could feel the familiar feeling bubble up in her lower abdomen. It was within her grasp now, Jaemin just needed to keep it like this and let her cum-

“Aw, what's wrong baby?” Jaemin teased. He pulled the vibrator away for a second too long, and Jinhae’s patience was wearing thin.

“Please, please let me cum.” She begged, practically on the verge of tears at the sudden loss of stimulation.

Each time she was close, he would pull away. Then he would come back and put it back on the highest setting. Jinhae wasn't unfamiliar with the concept of edging, but this was on a different level. Her clit was burning and borderline overstimulated. But Jaemin never stopped, even when she was sobbing for him to let her release. When he placed the vibrator on her aching clit once more, she could feel the salty tears of relief wash over her face and down onto her chest.

“There's no need to cry yet,” Jeno said from behind her.

“You're gonna cum for us, baby. I need you to come all over my face like a good girl.” Before she knew it, Jaemin buried his face between her legs.

One single lick. One lick from his tongue was all it took for her to completely fall apart. Her legs were shaking, her moans uncontrollable. Her orgasm washed over her completely before she tried to push Jaemin away. But he wasn't having any of it.

“Not so fast,” he warned. His strong grip on her hips never faltered.

“You can squirm all you want, but you're not going anywhere,” Jeno added. “You're going to cum again.”

“I-I can’t,” she pleaded.

“Aw, is our baby too tired?” Jaemin cooed, kissing the inside of her thighs. It was sweet, but it was merely a distraction. Because the minute she felt Jeno wrap his hand at the back of her head and tangle his fingers within her messy hair, she knew it was over. Her head was yanked back instantly.

“Did I not make it clear enough?” he stoically said, his dark eyes never leaving her own. “You're going to cum again like the fucking slut you are.”

She was at a complete loss for words. The only sounds she could manage to get out were a mix of whimpers and small pleads. How could they expect her to come again? Her thighs were sticky, her chest was covered in a light sweat, and she was pretty sure she was incoherent at this point.

The mocking buzz of her vibrator returned, and Jinhae flinched at the noise. Jaemin ran it up her thighs at a painfully slow pace, before placing it just in the right spot that had her seeing stars. Her release was nothing short of intense as every last drop of energy she had left her body.

“That's it, let go,” Jeno purred in her ear.

Jinhae invited Jeno’s words of praise as she leaned her head back on the couch cushion. Her eyes grew heavy and fluttered shut, her body begging her to sleep. Jinhae wouldn've passed out if it weren't for Jaemin peeling off her skirt.

“Lift your hips up for me, baby,” Jaemin said softly. Too tired to argue, Jinhae followed his instructions as she was now wholly under their spell. In her fucked out state, they could ask her to do anything and she was wordlessly agree.

“You did so good,” Jeno said as his hands toyed with her nipple. Jinhae let out a small cry at the overstimulation.

“Do you need a break before we continue, sweetheart?” Jaemin asked.

Jinhae opened her eyes at his question, unsure of what he was implying. There was more? Jinhae didn't think she could possibly do anything else but take a nice, cold shower followed by a leisurely nap. As she looked at a fully clothed Jaemin, a naked Jeno behind her, and down at her own unclothed self, the realization hit. Jaemin was the only one in the room that hadn't come yet.

“Ah, I think she gets it now,” Jeno noted as he looked over Jinhae’s shoulder, right in Jaemin’s direction.

“You have five minutes before we start, kitten,” Jaemin warned. Jinhae watched in awe as he peeled his cardigan off, finally showing off his toned arms.

“I’m going to go upstairs,” Jeno announced. He began to collect his clothes off the nearby couch. “Don't forget your safe word,” he chuckled before winking at her.

Dread instantly flooded her stomach. Just like when a bright, sunny sky would turn dark and stormy. It was clear now that everything they had done up to this point had just been preparation for Jaemin. As the stairs creaked beneath Jeno’s feet, Jinhae secretly wished that he stayed. Because she knew that Jaemin wasn't going to stop until she was screaming his name.

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Opposites

Vil Schoenheit x OC Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: What do you get when a cross a vampire and a vampire hunter? Arguments about color coordination, apparently.

[OC Archive]

🌶️ Obligatory Warning for Mild Sugggestive Content

Opposites attract they say.

Which Saya had never really understood, because the general population that fell into that ‘opposites’ category tended to drive her absolutely up a wall.

And then the universe had to go and spit in her face by sending her not one, but two very opposite precious people. Ro’s contrasting traits were obvious. Sweet to her spicy, soft to her sharp. Doting, and kind, and wide eyed. Vil’s shtick was a bit trickier, because at the core of them they were the same. Or at least, similar enough that the model had long since learned to pick apart every bit of her with the familiarity of someone staring into a mirror. But there were other things.

‘Did you remember to pick up the makeup kits I had sent to Sam’s for you?’

Saya sighed and rolled her eyes and typed out an irritated. ‘Yes. Of course.’

‘You should have had all this on hand already. It’s practically the basics.’

‘Okay.’

‘Don’t pull that tone with me.’

‘We’re messaging. There is no ‘tone.’’

‘Oh? Try that again then.’

For fucks’ sake. She knew he was stressing over the Halloween event, and ensuring that he and all of his little spudlings looked positively perfect for their role in it all. But still. She was half debating smearing mud across her face and showing up smelling like literal death just to give all his pissy fretting the middle finger. But at the same time, this was important to him. And ugh. Bleck. She was just going to have to tolerate his fussing. As usual.

‘Do you want me to wear the black or the grey boots?’ she sent back instead—an olive branch.

And immediately he was flooding her phone with all sorts of color scheme nonsense and rambles about the thematic importance of shading. Which. Fine. Better than the slippery slope she’d been heading towards by a long shot.  

But, ahh. They really couldn’t be more different sometimes.

Saya had managed to wrangle her way into the complicated, custom-Schoenheit-designed ensemble and was halfway through lining her lash line with heavy, dark charcoal when she heard some incredibly unsubtle footsteps sneaking along down the hallway towards the bathroom. She watched a head of styled, red, curls bob in and out of the corner of the mirror. Then, a soft curse when he whacked his knee against the tile. She puckered her lips like Vil had taught her and ignored the creeping creature in the corner.

“Boo!” Ro chirped, hands curled into claws as he popped over the side of the counter.

Saya blinked past his head, unbothered and focused, and simply continued leaning close to the mirror to smudge heavy, black eyeshadow along her lids.

The redhead pouted and leaned forward on his tiptoes, the witch hat bobbing on his head as he stretched.

“Sai-chan. I said—”

She reached out, fast as a snake, and snatched his arm. And Ro shrieked.

“Boo,” she grinned, and he wailed in indignation.

“No fair!”

“Not my fault your scare game is weak,” she taunted. “Besides, who in their right mind would be afraid of you when look like the thumbnail off some teeny-bop lofi video?”

“That’s why I’m playing the victim!” Ro chirped, bouncing back as easily as he always did under her prodding. The layers of dark, plum skirts twirled at his knees above a set of garishly striped stockings. He looked far more Lolita Magical Girl than Creepy, Kooky Witch, but it fit him well enough either way. “I thought you were too, Saya-chan. But you look intense.”

She dabbed a bit at the raccoon-smears around her eyes.

“Different kinds of victims, I guess,” she shrugged. “You’re the cute one people feel bad for, I’m the one people see and go ‘oh shit, if he can get her, I’m doomed.’” It was proper Horror Movie logic, and Saya couldn’t fault the third years for coming up with such a devious little idea. Vil had been particularly proud of her new role when he’d presented it at their pitch meeting.

“S’too bad we don’t match anymore,” Ro hummed, propping himself up on the ledge of the counter to swing his feet. “Your new costume is cool too, though!”

It really was. It looked like something ripped right off a movie set. All aged, dusty leather and intricate straps tucked beneath a fitted overcoat that felt as expensive as it looked. And knowing who had procured it for her, Saya wouldn’t be too surprised if that was actually the case.

She snapped the little compact case closed and turned on Ro with a sharp smirk.

“Ready to go make some stupid influencers shit themselves?”

He nodded, a touch too enthusiastic. “I’ll see you later, Saya-chan! After we’ve wiped all of them out.”

“…not literally,” she reminded him with a pointed glare. “Make sure your dragon remembers that, yes?”

“Yes, yes. You’ve told me, Saya-chan. He won’t actually eat anyone. That’s what I’m for!”

“Right,” Saya nodded, wiping a bit of stray gold, dust off his collar and straightening out the pointed hat atop his head. “Let’s go ruin some magicam photos.”

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They really couldn’t have looked more intentionally contrasting. Vil, with the sharp, crisp lines painted around his eyes and Saya all smudged soot and grime. A sweeping, purple and gold-embroidered ensemble next to a dark, muddied beige with no discernible shimmer to speak of. Pomp versus practical. Seductive, free-spirited elegance to militaristic formality. His hair curling loose at his collarbones and hers pinned into a tight bun to give the squibs more space to splatter.  

“No way these guys are actual vampires,” one of the Magicam Monsters spluttered, taking a harried step back.

Which was Saya’s cue to step forward—silver cross at her throat and thick, woolen overcoat swirling at her knees.

“I see you’ve finally come out of hiding, beast,” she droned, lifting the prop blade from her belt to point at the space over his heart. She could hear the tourists around her chittering and whispering into their hands. If this was all part of the show. If this was real. If it was a joke. If it was— “To think you’d stoop so low as to use a place like this for your hunting grounds. I’ll strike you down where you stand.”

Vil swooped forward so suddenly it managed to genuinely startle her. And his hand snapped up to wrap around her wrist so tight it was nearly painful. The silver stake fell to the ground with a clatter and he dug his fingers into her hair—yanking her head back sharp and harsh so her neck was on full display. Saya hissed between her teeth and glared at him sourly, fighting the urge to snap out and remind him that this wasn’t real, and she would very much like to keep her limbs and dignity intact, thank you very much.

But then he was grinning down at her in a way that had her stomach dropping—his fangs peeking over his painted lips and eyes going lidded and dark. She heard one of the stupid influencers gasp and rattle out a panicked ‘should we do something?!’

“Oh, sweet thing,” he cooed, trailing a painted nail along her jawline. “I was never hiding.”

And then he leaned forward and bit her. Saya gasped and dug her fingers into his shoulders because ow! What the hell, man! He wasn’t supposed to ­actually—

The squib went off beneath her collar and thick, sticky, crimson blood began to seep its way down her neck and drip to the floor. Vil’s adam’s apple bobbed against her throat as he swallowed and Saya shivered.

The hoard of rabid influencers took off in a terrified frenzy—screaming, and shoving, and fighting their way out of the Mirror Chamber. Soon enough, the room was empty once more except for the two of them, and Saya lifted a hand to awkwardly pat against his back.

“You can—” she gulped when he shifted to bite at her collarbone. “You can stop now. They left.”

“Oh?” he hummed against her blood-splattered skin. “But what sort of Vampire Lord would I be if I didn’t make an example of the little hunter who thought herself clever enough to trap me?”

“Vil—”

“You wore the rosemary perfume.”

She blinked, thrown. “Of course I did. You said I needed to stay ‘on theme.’”

“But I didn’t tell you to,” he crooned, licking a long stripe up her throat and collecting the stray droplets of fake blood as he went. “You did that on your own.”

Saya frowned, determined to be stubbornly put out despite the fangs playing at her skin. “You said—”

“Sometimes I wonder exactly why it is I adore you so much,” he sighed, and she froze, like a deer in the headlights. Or like a poor, little human trapped between the teeth of a monster. “And then I remember that maybe we aren’t quite so different after all.”

He pulled back with a grin that was equal parts smug and soft. He reached up and rubbed at one of the red stains seeping into her skin.

“I’ll get you a cloth for that. We should get you cleaned up before the next group arrives.”

“…R-Right,” she spluttered. Of course. Yes. Cleaned up. Because that’s what this was all about. They were dawning the masks of a vampire and his hunter respectively. And they were in public.

“Oh. And, kitten?” he called over his shoulder from where he’d moved towards his stash of emergency stage makeup and costume maintenance supplies. “Do try to struggle a bit more next time, hmm? We need to make this believable.”

Absolutely intolerable. Nothing like her at all.And if Saya gasped like a victim put to the cross during their next little display—noisy and loud in all the ways that tended to make his pupils grow round and dark. If she wriggled against his grip just so to make sure she was provoking him just as much as he was for her, with perhaps the added advantage of the hidden swell of his draped cloak to shield her pressing knees. Well, that was certainly no business but her own.

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reader description :: petite asian female, 21, 5’0, medium length straight hair + pale skin

reader :: jackie lee

commissioned :: ✔️ (as in a follower’s oc lmao, not my own)

warnings :: smut, name calling, blowjob, face fucking, unprotected sex + dacryphilia

if sebastian found jackie to be a nuisance, he wasn’t prepared for her obsessiveness after they had sex. it was a moment of weakness, on his part or that’s what he was trying to convince himself.

why else would he allow a human to have their way with him? he was ciel’s most loyal servant but what exactly did that mean for him and jackie?

she was still as bubbly and vibrant as she was when she first arrived only now, she seemed to take her relationship or lack there of with sebastian very seriously.

the girl knew how to get exactly what she wanted and when she wanted it, even if they were working, she’d find a way to get him alone, falling to her knees to please him the only way she could.

“such a good girl” he grunts, “for a slut”

he bites his lip, looking down as she swallows his cock. she chokes but refuses to let up, gripping his thighs.

“want me to fuck your throat?” he laughs, running his free hand through his hair.

when she nod, he scoffs.

“so fucking easy” he holds her head in place, slowly pulling out before snapping his hips forward again.

he enjoys the shocked look on her face, always ready to challenge him but she’d easily tear up, her pretty face turning a cute shade of pink when she’d cry.

sebastian might’ve slightly been more possessive than he’d care to admit but he hated the idea of anyone else seeing her like this.

“fuck” he groans, tossing his head back as he feels her throat tighten around his cock. he wasn’t small by any means but jackie was always ready to please him.

“shit stand up” he pulls her up and presses her against the concrete wall behind him, careful not to hurt her face.

he flips her skirt up, pushing her panties aside before shoving all the way in. he knows she’s ready, always is when it came to him so he didn’t have to waste time.

“you couldn’t wait to get home?” he asks, spanking her ass hard enough to leave red hand prints behind. she never seemed to learn her place despite his warnings.

“sebastian” she cries out, fucking herself back onto him. he was just so big that when he grabbed her waist, snaking his hand to press against her stomach, he could feel the bulge.

“just like that” he groans, “such a dirty girl”

“for you” she gasps, gripping his hand that was placed firmly on her waist.

he tried his best not to cum right away. sebastian was far from a weak human and he had great stamina but he’s never met anyone that was able to keep up with him the way jackie did.

lifting her right leg, he began fucking her harder and faster. he was certain people would be looking for them sooner or later and he’d hate to have this moment ruined all because she was impatient.

“fuck” she moaned which was cut off by him covering her mouth. he didn’t need anyone catching them in this state, not when she was so exposed. he’d have to kill them and he wasn’t in the mood for it today.

he can feel her legs giving out so he turns her around, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. like this, he’s so much deeper but he’s quick to kiss her to silence any of her sounds.

the sounds only he was privy to. no matter what he said on the outside or how much he tried to distance himself, jackie belonged to him.

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In Me (Erik Stevens x OC)

Warning ⚠️: SMUT (18+ Material)

Prompt: “Should I give you something else? Something you could keep inside you for the rest of the night?”

A/N: clearing out my drafts so to speak. Enjoy ya nasties.

Formatting on mobile. 🥲

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She reached up on her toes, her hands clutching at his shirt and nosed around for a kiss.

He looked down at her with a confused look before avoiding her advances as he’d been doing the whole night.

The couple had been invited to a yacht party for one of their mutual friends' birthdays. The room was filled with suave wealthy black folk and they couldn’t be more comfortable.

Since they Alicia had been pawing up her man incessantly. She loved Erik in a suit. It was almost like she wanted him to mount her right then an there with how incessant she was being.

He wouldn’t want to consume her in public. Not like this. He wouldn’t grant anyone the opportunity of seeing his girl in the haze of pleasure. That was his alone to see.

The music still played in the background and she grabbed his hand. She threw a quick “we’ll be right back” over her shoulder and flashed a smile over to her friends.

Dancing her way through the crowd she led him to the lush powder room on the other side of the yacht. Once they entered she tried to push his back against the door and take possession of what she wanted — his month — stroking the inside of her mouth expertly.

Instead he grabbed her arms and spun her around and walked her to the column in the bath room and pressed his weight against her. He used one of his legs to push her flush against the column. She was now pressed against the wall.

“Calm down.” He spoke the low request into her ear and her body began to thrum with need. She shivered.

“I want —“ she began but before she could finish he cut her off.

“You think I don’t know what you want?” He asked.

How could he not know? She was his girl. He knew her like he knew how to dismember a body. Expertly.

Her body was tense against the wall still and she squirmed against him. He placed his hand at the curve of her back and pushed her hips against the wall.

“Alicia, relax.” There was no question that this was not a request.

She had no choice but to relent.

Almost immediately she released the tension she was holding and became much more malleable.

“There you are.”

He ran his nose up the column of her neck letting her sweet perfume fill his nostrils. With one hand pressing against the curve of her back he used the other to unbuckle his belt.

“What’s got you feeling so hungry huh?” He asked.

The sound of his belt made her clench in want. Was he going to use it to discipline her? Was she going to love it?

Unknown to her, he very much wanted to be in her. He really wasn’t interested in prolonging their play. Her begging and fussing had given him a semi a while ago. In this moment, he was a mere man who wanted to satisfy his basest desires.

When she heard him lower his zipper she couldn’t help the “please” that slipped from her lips.

While pulling out his member from his boxers he placed more of his weight against her. He wanted her to feel him through her dress.

She gasped.

“I know baby girl.”

His hand skirted under her dress and palmed her bare ass.

“This dress makes you look delicious.” He spoke into her ear while pumping himself to life.

“I wore it for you.” She whispered. “ I wanted you to like it.”

When she got like this. He didn’t know how to contain himself.

“I know baby. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. I love it. Thank you.”

The praise had already got her into a blissful headspace.

He bent down to kiss her cheek and pressed himself into her warm heat slowly. He groaned internally and released a deep sigh.

Fucking paradise. She clung to him like a second skin. The moan she let out was obscene.

He used one hand to grip the back of her neck and the other to snake around her body to lay flat against her abdomen. She was going to feel all of him today.

Then he began his slow languid pace. Erik had been drinking and Hennessy dick was something else.

He was going to enjoy his woman tonight.

He slid his hand up her stomach to cup her breast lightly.

“I love these.” He murmured lowly in her ear. His hot breath tickled and sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t help but clench against his thickness.

When his expert fingers found her nipple and tweaked softly she gasped.

“More.”

He bent his face to kiss the side column of her neck once more.

“Anything you want baby.” He began to thrust into her at a stronger pace. Still languid but more powerful, more intentional.

He slid his fingers down her body and they found her clit. He began lightly stroking while he whispered expletives into her ear.

“You begged me for it. Now you have to take it baby girl.”

She was almost beside herself. He knew how to work her body and the exact words to say to get her sopping wet.

“Erik” she breathed out almost urgently. Her body was already primed for release.

She’d been getting worked up since they left home. Every one of her advances had been avoided until now.

“Erik please. I need…” she gasped once more.

“What do you need baby girl? Tell me what you want. You know I got you.”

At this point his pace was brutal. His fingers toyed with her clit and she knew she was close.

“I need to cum.” She gasped out.

“That’s good to know. Thank you for sharing sweetheart.” He responded with amusement coloring his voice.

She moaned and her hand shot out to grasp his forearm. It was all the warning he needed.

“Please can I cu—“

“Go on sweet girl.” He prompted, into her ear.

Her request was cut off with her orgasm. It crashed into her unexpectedly as he placed both of his hands on her breasts and pulled her close to him.

She came down softly almost with the words “thank you” leaving her lips repeatedly like a prayer.

Erik held her up. He wasn’t done with her yet.

“Where do you want it?“ he asked, thrusts more restrained.

“In me.” She panted.

“Sweetheart that one was obvious.” He continued his pace holding himself at the brink of orgasm.

Erik had rock solid control. She couldn’t say the same for herself. She could already feel the pressure building up again. She held into his forearm. It was the only thing keeping her upright.

“Do you want to taste me? Feel my cum in your mouth and sliding down your throat?” He kissed her neck once more.

“Erik.” She begged, gasping out his name and clutching to him tighter. .

“Or should I give you something else? Something you could keep inside you for the rest of the night? Something that could slip from your pretty hole so you can be reminded whose pussy this is.”

She couldn’t help the loud moan that slipped out of her mouth at the visual.

He swiftly clamped a hand against her mouth muffling the tail end of her moan.

His head snapped over his shoulder at the door. He didn’t remember if they’d locked it.

“Come on baby girl let’s make sure we don’t invite the whole boat to our party hm?” He commented, eyes shooting back to hers. She didn’t have a care in the world. With the blissed out look on her face he knew she’d do it again.

He slid 2 fingers into her mouth and she sucked them earnestly.

“God, you are a wonder.” He shook his head to focus on the task at hand. If he let himself dwell on that he’d finish sooner than he wanted to. He didn’t want that.

“Mouth or otherwise baby girl?” He was a mere man and his woman was driving him crazy.

“In my mouf.” Her answer came out garbled due to his fingers stroking her tongue.

“I didn’t hear you sweet bits.” He kissed the spot behind her ear still pumping himself inside her with barley restrained vigor.

At this point tears were streaming down her face. He had kept her on the brink of orgasm for far too long and she was close to her breaking point.

“Please cum in my mouth daddy!”

That one got him. She never used the word but the state she had to be in to ask like that? Yeah. That was good.

He let his hand slide down her body from her breasts to her panties and his fingers found her clit once more.

He shifted his strokes. Once, twice and she was moaning against his hands in earnest. Her orgasm took over and her knees buckled. She went almost limp in his arms.

He slipped out of her and shifted to hold her body up.

“Down on your knees angel. Let me give you what you want.” He wanted her stable and primed to get her reward.

She was still vibrating from her orgasm but sank to her knees without issue.

He gripped her head and rubbed his wet tip against her lips. He pushed himself past the folds but didn’t sheath himself fully inside her wet waiting mouth.

“I can — “ lifting her arms in an attempt to grip him.

“Shhh. You had yours. Now let’s have you make yourself useful. I’ll use your body as I please to get off. And you’ll like it. I know you will.”

She arched her back almost involuntarily. When he spoke like that she couldn’t help herself.

With her knees spread on the floor Erik was met with an almost obscene view of her sex that caused him blow his load right then and there.

He groaned to himself. And watched as his cum coated her lips and teeth.

Shock covered her features and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip and sucked her lips in.

“What a pretty picture.” He mused. His thighs were pretty sore but it was so worth it.

He bumped his now soft member against her mouth again and stroked her hair.

She took his head into her mouth and sucked the remaining precum from his tip before he tucked himself back into his boxers, pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.

“Don’t move.” He commanded. He looked around the lush bathroom and went to grab a white washcloth from the basket of stacked clean linen.

God bless the rich.

He ran the towel through with warm water and took a knee to clean her face and between her legs gently. When he was done he kissed the inside of her thigh.

“All done.” He shot her a killer smile before offering her a hand to stand up.

He watched silently as she stumbled up before fluffing her hair and pulling down her dress.

He held out his hand to her and before they could walk out she stopped them.

“I want a kiss.” She said avoiding his eyes.

He raised an eyebrow. Her gaze flickered up to meet his and she was almost shy.

“Can I please have a kiss?”

He’d just dug out her guts and she had his cum dripping from her lips but asking for a kiss was what was making her nervous.

“Of course you can. C’mere baby girl”.

He grabbed her by the waist and held her close.

Their eyes locked and he couldn’t help but look away.

When her eyebrows crinkled she let out a “What?”

“You’re so good damn beautiful mama.”

He then captured her lips in a searing kiss.

“Was that all you wanted?”

She peered up at him with a smile and nodded.

“Yeah. But this was good too.”

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Grant Us Peace, Forevermore |  Chaos Universe OneShot for @endofn1ght

Summary: Wednesday and her fellow Raven (OC/Emiliana) engage in witchcraft, looking for additional peace after the horrific events of the past year continue to weigh on them. WC: 4.9k (part of layla's <5k challenge that barely makes it lol) Rated: E

Note: New Lovely Thorns content coming in the next day or so, for now enjoy revisiting another OC from the Chaos universe as @endofn1ght prompted Chaos-verse Wednesday with Emiliana doing witchcraft. Thank you for all the support and forcing me to analyze some of my work in ways I hadn't previously thought about. This is part of my less than 5k writing challenge of prompts that I'm only allowed to work on at my place of employment when my free time is actually free (was a little less than usual over the last week which is why this took so long).

Set between Wednesday's birthday at the end of Chapter 31 and the start of the epilogue; end of semester / late April-ish at Nevermore - enjoy!

Wednesday kicked the final bit of gravel on her way up to the front porch of one of her favorite places. Emiliana’s cottage looked somehow smaller in the late spring; with everything finally green, the large shade cast from centuries-old woods dwarfed the structure considerably. Augustus slithered down her wrist, excited to enter the home, irritate Piper and greet his favorite turtles. The windows were open on the front, and she assumed likely the French doors on the back. Glad that Emiliana was letting in fresh air, as sometimes the house took on a more powerful odor of stale cigarettes when it was just her home for a while, Wednesday was surprised to have to knock – that she hadn’t heard her coming.

The door opened, revealing a frazzled looking Emiliana. It wasn’t terribly out of the ordinary to find her hair tangled and in just her long, black skirt and too-loose tank top, but she looked particularly greasy that afternoon. Wednesday bit back a sigh instead of a hello as she considered she’d need to shove her in the shower before they did anything productive to relieve the nagging sensation swirling around in her gut. “What is the day?”

Struggling not to smile, Wednesday regarded, “It’s Thursday.”

“I have not gone mad, then. I hate it when you do this – you send me into mild cardiac arrest. You are unharmed?”

Nodding, Wednesday stepped in as she closed the door – spotting a mess in the kitchen, a sink filled with unwashed dishes, a pile of laundry on the sofa, and the floor of the living room covered in remnants of a spell. Her entryway altar was a disaster and Piper was nowhere to be seen – probably avoiding the chaos. She watched as Emiliana struggled to place Wednesday, and tried to read her energy at the same time. She wondered if Emiliana could sense just how unease she truly was.

“I attempted to call and text all morning. I finished working with Aunt Larissa on the proposal for the new council duties, and she doesn’t want me to start anything new until next week. Enid has physical therapy and then her rehearsal. Mother is working with the Doves on oaths, father is entertaining Fangs that are in town, Josie is doing real administration, and you know I simply can’t be bothered with the Nightshades.”

“I am your last resort, then,” Emiliana crossed her arms, her expression mostly playful.

“No,” Wednesday argued. “I just know that you prefer your alone time unless it’s scheduled and was explaining why I’m interrupting…” She looked around at the mess. “This.”

The older Raven gave a chuckle, tugging Wednesday to her and placing an obnoxious kiss on the top of her head. Augustus immediately tore off in search of the yellow and white snake he longed to bother. “You are the one person who can always interrupt me, little bird, regardless of how it fazes my mental state. I am afraid we will have to take most activities upstairs or outside as it is a touch of a mess in here…”

Wednesday popped a brow. “Just a touch? Em – go shower. You’re gross.”

She gave a little cackle into her smoker’s cough. “Indeed, I am. The week has flown by, apparently. I shall see you on the other side of clean,” She didn’t fight the direction, and took to the bathroom with a small salute.

Once she disappeared, Wednesday hurried to start picking things up. It was far from her responsibility, but as Emiliana had picked up so many of the pieces of her life that spring, it hardly seemed enough or like a burden to care for her. Realizing the laundry on the couch wasn’t to be folded, Wednesday rolled her eyes and stuffed it into the washing machine, then moved to unload the half-full dishwasher that Emiliana had been taking things out of instead of putting them away throughout the week. That didn’t take long, and she made haste to reload and run a cycle there, too.

She was sweeping salt away from her to put in a jar after getting the majority of the spell on the floor picked up when Emiliana came out with her wet hair curling into ringlets. She opened the French doors, as hoped, and wondered, “Might we start with music?”

Tilting her head a little, Wednesday decided that was more than appropriate. Her goals for the late April recovery period were to get back to some of her long-abandoned hobbies, and starting a spell session with Emiliana by playing her favorite instrument would be a remarkable way to return to it. Playing music had once been one of her only ways of settling her spirit, and to play with a fellow Raven would be helpful.

She moved it to the end of the couch, wishing Thing were there to turn the pages as Emiliana set up a collapsible music stand for her and placed the selection she wanted there. “I have been composing something I shall play for you after this warmup, and perhaps you can come up with the strings to match?”

“I confess, original music content hasn’t been my forte over my studies, but I would be willing to try,” Wednesday agreed with a small shrug. Emiliana slipped onto her piano bench, wiggled her fingers, and counted them down twice before starting the melody to a famous duet.

Wednesday came in on the third line of music, her bow sweeping over the strings as her fingers moved in time up top. She couldn’t help the smile that came over her features as she got into it – the old habit returning, a swell of joy filling her from the outside in.

The first selection was about eight minutes long, and as it wrapped, Emiliana clumsily dashed over to Wednesday, hugging her tightly. “I love you.”

Grinning into her shoulder, Wednesday gave something like a nuzzle. She considered what she knew about the other Raven that had impacted them – how David Bowie’s music had been the soundtrack of her life. There was something distinctly soothing about music to someone so dark-coded as they, and she wondered if Goody had preferences as well, even if they were liturgical.

“Play me your new song?”

Nodding, Emiliana returned to her favorite place, closing her eyes and squaring her shoulders before letting the ivory keys take her away. She started, playing mostly minor chords – a haunting tune that Wednesday knew just what to do with, instinctively after the first repeating section. She jumped in – natural ability filling the air with cello sounds along with the piano.

It went on – the two playing in harmony for nearly twenty minutes. As they managed to come to a close without a single line of verbal communication, Wednesday was the one to get up first. She tugged Emiliana’s wrists, leading her to the back porch, where they sat on the swing together in silence.

There weren’t words needed between them – the energy spoke volumes. Emiliana kicked back, letting the swing rock. They both lost time – but not in a dangerous way, as they swung back and forth, back and forth until –

“Em? Oh! Hey, Wednesday!” Josie appeared, wearing a pair of athletic pants and an old reptile rescue organization t-shirt, her hair up in a high ponytail. She leaned down to push a kiss on Emiliana’s temple. “I tried to get a hold of you earlier, I figured you might be in the ether. Did you still want to do spring foraging and grocery shopping…?”

Emiliana opened and closed her mouth. “I am afraid I was not aware of the day. What is the time?”

“Going on four-thirty…I finished a meeting and swapped duty with Larissa for Sunday – I’ve got things to do at school then, regardless – I might as well be required to be there. I am so cool to just have turtle time if you -”

“I would still like – and require to, head into the forest. My stores are woefully low. Might we bring a small bird with us?”

“Yeah,” Josie smiled with teeth. “Provided she wants to? Wednesday – I’m not sure what your intentions were here?”

“To spend time with another creature of the dark,” She spoke in earnest. She wasn’t upset with it being Josie who disrupted the moment – but she certainly wasn’t ready to give Emiliana over to her fiancée. “My mother is out of birch – we could collect and distill some – if you’d be willing to go that far into the woods.”

“Whatever you need. The evening is mine now – we can go for a gathering walk, get groceries, eat something – then I am content to leave you two alone after for a bit before we’re ready to wind down for the night.”

Wednesday hurried in for a basket and her boots, while Emiliana insisted it was more than warm enough to be barefoot. Standing on the back porch with Augustus back around her shoulders from where he’d been snuggled in with a half-consenting Piper, Wednesday watched her big sister figures sharing a kiss in the middle of the grass before disrupting them with a hard stare. Josie giggled and pulled her to be between the Ravens, one arm around either of them. They walked a familiar path deeper into the woods behind the cottage, while Josie filled them in on the latest with just two weeks left in the semester – she was busy, but it seemed like the warming weather had behavior incidents down and she’d been largely able to accomplish her work during the daytime hours, instead of being constantly disrupted. Wednesday was distracted by wildflowers, tapping into her unique botany abilities she’d learned to mimic, discovering that a few could very well be useful in potion making with Emiliana. The red aquilegia was particularly interesting, but she warned Emiliana thrice about not attempting to eat it – as the toxicity would prove for a long and challenging evening.

Josie rolled her eyes when she produced a knife from her boot to peel back birch bark. “I find it interesting you’re still keeping a knife on your person, given all the recent trouble that’s caused you?”

“Maybe I just never learn,” Wednesday said with a shrug. “The consequences didn’t relate to having it on my person-”

“Only because Emiliana and I tampered with a crime scene,” Josie sighed. Wednesday felt a strange twist in her stomach. “I’m just saying, Wednesday. I…I’m not saying to walk around unprotected, just…I don’t even know what I’m suggesting. I just don’t want you forget what you’ve been through.”

“Believe me, I couldn’t if I tried,” Wednesday grumbled, picturing the woman’s biological father in a pool of his own blood. The inability to forget was half the reason she’d come to Emiliana that day in the first place.

“Alright,” Josie pulled her close. “I won’t nag.”

Emiliana snorted in a yeah right sort of disbelief and Josie slugged her a little before gesturing to some wild berries.

The foraging walk went on until nearly five-thirty, where Josie pushed a fruit pouch on both of the Ravens before getting them ready to go to the store. Emiliana tried to argue that she wasn’t the one with blood sugar regulation problems, but Josie told her the last thing she needed was scurvy from a week straight of eating noodles and broth.

They loaded into her SUV and Wednesday apologized to Augustus, who was disappointed they weren’t heading out of town to the pet store to get some of the live tiny mice he was fond of killing before eating fresh. Realizing she’d never been grocery shopping with the two women before, Wednesday should’ve been less surprised at just what a scene it was, with Emiliana’s need to touch every piece of fruit or vegetable before putting it in the cart, and asking Josie to read every label on packaged foods that caught her eye. Understanding why Josie usually just helped her with a delivery order, she found herself exercising patience before finally making it back to get started on a late dinner.

Grateful she’d done the dishes so that it was one less thing to do before she got overly hangry and acted out on it, Wednesday enjoyed the simple dinner of warm sandwiches and the fresh fruit and vegetable cut up before Josie finished up and a knock at the door revealed her best friend, who was going to take her out for a drink while Emiliana and Wednesday did their...whatever they were going to do together.

Wednesday eagerly sorted the foraging materials and she and Emiliana set to work cleaning her altar, putting her stones and other items to charge in the moonlight in a basket before smiling at Wednesday when she plopped beside her. “Alright, my little witch, what are you thinking?”

“Something for peace,” She whispered, finally confessing what she really needed with her fellow Raven. “Enid and I…let’s just say – the nights are challenging. I’m not sure how long she is going to be tortured by memories. She’s already had the worst of the feeling removed by the twins, and still, each night at the witching hour…”

“Less you say,” Emiliana sighed. “I am unsurprised. I doubt that I could even attempt to fall asleep at all under the circumstances. Much as I might like to be under a weighted blanket, I do not like to be in an enclosed area, considering what she went through.” She shivered. “My parents used to lock me into the small powder room when I was tearing off and…well, let me just say – I understand. I think…it is not even peace you are looking for. More like certainty.”

“Either way,” Wednesday sighed. “If you can think of a blessing, a potion, or a spell that will help, I will try it.”

Emiliana wiggled her fingers, reaching for a spell book in her native language. She tried to read the contents but sighed and gave up after several minutes, flopping back dramatically on the meditative carpet, mindful of her head. “Wednesday, confessions of truth. It is getting worse.”

“What is?” She asked gently, looking at Emiliana out of the corner of her eyes.

“I am afraid…I am afraid I may be losing more skills. It is common, with a brain injury, regression, or worse, a total loss of a previously mastered skill. But you know I used to be able to at least read decently in French! Now I can hardly manage. Everything looks like squiggles.”

Frowning, Wednesday bit her lip. She really didn’t have any advice to offer. “Would you like me to read to you?”

Emiliana had the base of her palm pushing against her closed eyes. “How am I to read wedding vows if I cannot even read familiar spells?”

That was an entirely separate problem – but that one, Wednesday had a solution for. “You don’t need to read anything. You’ll speak from the heart. And – if you do prefer to have something prewritten, so you don’t slip up, I will help you memorize it. You will give Josie lovely vows, okay? Don’t worry about that.”

When Emiliana didn’t immediately respond, Wednesday frowned, stretching out on the floor beside her. “What are you worried about, if that was just a mask?”

“I feel perpetually like I burden,” Emiliana confessed. “I just do not want this marriage to be a trap for Josie to take care of me.”

Thinking about how other people probably thought that about herself and Enid – but they didn’t see just how Wednesday could show up or be there for her, because it wasn’t anyone’s business, she gave a hug to Emiliana’s shoulders. There were other people in the world who surely struggled with similar problems, but only they knew how uniquely different they were. What it was to be and love a creature of such dark, always striving for light…

Emiliana hugged her in return, and she could feel her crying. “Sometimes I want to take you and hide us away in the countryside and just forage and do potions and spells and meditations forever.”

“Josie would miss you too much, Emi,” Wednesday promised. “I was with her, when you were not. Believe me, she loves you more than you even understand. She takes care of you in different ways as one of her expressions of that love, not in spite of it. You are not a burden. It is to be without you, that is her burden. Hey,” She sat up a little, pulling her fellow Raven up. “Let’s make a peace altar, for both of us. For all we want to ask of the universe.”

“The universe does not want us to have peace, Wednesday! That is half the point of our curse, and you know it!”

“Want doesn’t always get,” Wednesday quoted the myriad of adults in her life who’d long warned her about always having things go her way. “We’ve defied the dark before, and we’ll do it again. Don’t be pessimistic.”

Emiliana sighed, looking up, then to the side. She frowned, sitting up and looking at Wednesday. “When did you become the hopeful one?”

“I had no choice, Em,” She spoke, thinking about that awful night that sent Enid screaming in the middle of almost every night since. “I had to have hope. And I’ll have hope today, for both of us if you can’t find it on your own. I’ll ask for it for you. Come, help me,” She said, closing the book. They didn’t need it. They’d do their own spell, their own way – with her intentions shining through the dark that was clouding Emiliana’s vision.

Heading out to the back porch, she lifted a small, homemade tarp (she loved the way that Emiliana made it her own, lining the silver with black, celestial fabric, and putting a clear vinyl over the top). Beneath it, she took a water carafe, willed with water that she blessed under the recent moon. Bringing it in and sitting at the altar, taking the trunk full of Emiliana’s stores and the basket from their walk, Wednesday watched as she wiped at her cheeks, but started to take out potion ingredients, her little picture labels likely coming in handier than ever.

“I am recalling, somehow,” Emiliana rolled her eyes even as the left one twitched. “Acorns, are for luck.”

She held up a jar full of those that were dried and collected likely from the fall, full to the brim. “Well, add fifteen and hope for peace, then,” Wednesday agreed simply, watching Emiliana line up three rows of five, watching her double count to be sure before setting them into a bowl. She looked at Wednesday, waiting for her to go next.

Reaching into the basket of their yield from the woods, Wednesday removed a blackthorn blossom, placing it with the acorns. “For warding off negative energy.”

Emiliana found a little bit of a smile, apparently finding her approval of Wednesday’s method, lifting a piece of bark. “The city was removing the trees with Dutch Elm disease in the winter. I took a sample, and Holly found it was actually not completely affected, so – I saved the healthy part…As Elm…um, it…helps to balance…?”

“The heart,” Wednesday finished, smiling herself, squeezing Emiliana’s hand.

“Four pieces, then – with a lucky knife. Perhaps…” She took on a serious expression, that also offered Wednesday an out. “Are you yet ready, to open my summoning chest, retrieve your own?”

Shaking her head, she made it clear – Wednesday was not ready for that. “Not yet. Perhaps, come fall – we could do a purification ritual under the harvest moon.”

“Excellent thinking. Add it to your mental calendar, then. I happen to have one…” She lifted up her hands, wandering over to the basket of tools on the tall shelf by her altar. “I once used this to so very carefully remove a hook from one of those babies over there – when Josie and I found him,” She gestured to the tank of turtles. “She says it is a lucky knife.”

She chopped her bark with even slices, tilting her head, inviting Wednesday to make the next choice.

Taking a glance through her many jars and small, homemade sinch-sacs, Wednesday found a dried, pink flower. “Hollyhock. Useful to personal growth.”

“Hm…” Emiliana’s left eye wandered for a moment before she pulled it back, blinking and reaching for a bag. “Mint – for energy. Goodness knows this grows everywhere I don’t want it to out there. I need Holly to spend some time with me,” She mumbled, dropping in seven leaves.

“Pennyroyal,” Wednesday took one from the basket. “For harmony, tranquility.”

“And finally, the liquids.” She took a basket off the shelf, putting lavender and sage oil out, before looking at Wednesday with a sigh, then – sudden watery eyes yet again. “I am so happy to have a partner in the dark to do this with.”

Wednesday gave her a half a smile before headbutting her. “Would you like to grind or smash?”

“Oh, grind, please. You,” She passed her a mallet, “Smashy girl.”

“Always,” She said gleefully, taking the acorns and elm sticks and rolling them into one of Emiliana’s homemade altar cloths, placing it all on a silicone mat and taking it outside, giving them a good few playful whacks before going to town – not letting them stand a chance against the depths of her unrestrained violence.

Once they were more into a powder, Wednesday brought the folded cloth back to Emiliana, who was grinding everything else together with a large mortar and pestle. She let Wednesday add the newly crushed ingredients and continued to grind it all together before Wednesday prepared a simple setup for their spell and blessing.

She carefully selected runes from Emiliana’s collection, placing one of her homemade shell symbols in the moon water she poured into a small simmering cauldron. “Peorth, for luck.”

Emiliana nodded, drawing three Ogham Staves, that Wednesday was sure she hadn’t used at least since the Solstice break at home with her mother. “Hm. Ironic, is it not?”

“Ura, for spiritual healing, Duir, for strength, and Sail, for balance? It sounds exactly like what we need. Put them on the meditation plane.”

Emiliana set it all up, rolling out a clean scarf, putting the three Ogham Staves in a row, placing the dry ingredients in front of them. She added six candles, a photo of Enid and Wednesday, and one of herself and Josie, then as many crystals that gave positivity that Wednesday imagined she had at the cottage. Satisfied with her spread, she crossed her legs and took Wednesday’s hand, lighting the candles with a wave of her own. “Would you like to give your intentions?”

“I acknowledge, the break in traumatic events that we are presently being allowed – from the universe. I express, my gratitude for it – as I am not sure how we could have continued to cope. But – the ramifications of all that took place, continue to haunt us. I implore, peace – positivity – light. I must be able to be more present and grounded, I must be able to provide comfort to my beloved who needs me most at the current time. Em?”

“I recognize,” She could hear her swallow, “My privilege in position, in wealth, in relative health. But I also feel a sense of futility – that I am not able to give enough to my own beloved, and that I am taking more. I implore – peace, positivity – light. I ask for these things to be stable. I must be able to give as much of myself as is given to me.”

Feeling their intentions were matched, Wednesday spoke in verse, letting a natural sense of rhythm and rhyme take over.

I seek both light and peace, I request that this darkness cease.   I need a positive force that can bring Something good to this endless spring. I require a flame from the eternal fire, To help me be a healer and inspire. I ask this, for the only one I adore - Grant us peace, forevermore.

Emiliana spoke a familiar blessing in French, and Wednesday smiled at her as she finished, pouring their dry ingredients into the pot, while Emiliana added the oils. They stirred together, focused on intentions, before Emiliana lit the flame in the fireplace and put the small cauldron on her hook. Cleaning up just a little bit from the spell – it wasn’t a terrible mess, they passed the time while waiting for the potion to brew, about three hours.

Not realizing how much time had passed, Wednesday felt her cheeks heat up when her mother opened the cottage door with Enid, finding Emiliana and Wednesday in the middle of a very dramatic tarot reading for her Beanie Babies. Enid managed to take a picture before suggesting they head home as it was going on her late snack and bedtime, and she wasn’t one to skip her routines.

Feeling just a little bit irritated that she wouldn’t be able to see the potion through to the end, Wednesday let Emiliana scoot both members of the party out to the front porch before she located Augustus from where he’d been antagonizing her own snake, putting the boy around Wednesday’s shoulders, and tugging her close. “I will mind the potion and bring it to you tomorrow morning with an appropriate color tie and charm.”

She hugged her in return, feeling a strange pit of emotion as she held onto Emiliana’s thin frame. She turned her cheek against her bony collarbone, looking to the side, staring at the fire. Wednesday knew her intentions were clear when creating the potion, but…she wasn’t so sure if it would hold up or prove effective.

As Emiliana embraced her long, it seemed like…sometimes – that homespun magic was all an illusion; the potions and spells sometimes felt like nothing more than a placebo effect. Perhaps it really was, and the magic of it all was belief and pluck and –

“You are thinking over, little bird.”

“I know,” She whispered, still clutching onto her.

“You have proved, time and again – you are very strong, very powerful.”

“At a cost. I don’t think that potion will cause anyone to be hospitalized.”

Emiliana’s fingers tangled under her braids as she pulled her back to look her in the eye. Her left one was twitching like it wanted to be shut for the night. “Do not estimate under the power you have,” Emiliana warned.

Nodding – not sure how to do that, but knowing Emiliana’s misused idioms were wise, she accepted her obnoxious kisses to her cheeks before taking her backpack and the Beanie Baby blackbird and scorpion from the floor, tucking them inside, seeing all the missed messages on her phone that had caused her girlfriend and mother to have to walk over to collect her. Giving a wave to Emiliana, Wednesday accepted next her mother’s hand to her shoulder before letting Enid envelop her in a warm greeting.

“Sorry for interrupting your Beanie Baby tarot reading. That looked really fun! Did you get anything good out of it?”

Wednesday hid a dramatic sigh, contemplating on the fairly neutral cards she’d drawn that night. “Nothing life-changing, for the better or worse.”

“Well, we’ll take that, too,” Enid let go and slipped her fingers between Wednesday’s, practically skipping along the solar-powered little garden lights that illuminated the path from Emiliana’s cottage to the Addams house.

Wednesday had made a potion to give her hope that night. The irony of it was – the only reason who’d ever given her any reason to chance that sensation in the first place, despite her chipper-looking demeanor on the trail, was the very reason she needed it, and would likely be hysterical in just six hours.

Trying not to think over as they made it home, ate her usual pre-bed snack and followed her established routine with Enid, Wednesday tucked in beside her. Enid was cuddled on top of her chest like usual, obviously exhausted from her day – and had slipped to sleep in minutes.  

She’d sought out Emiliana for the very same reason that her fellow Raven had spoken the quiet part out loud – when she struggled with her reading. Sometimes – the weight of the dark, even if there was no vision, no promise of horror from the universe, was simply too much. To be understood in a way that such a microscopic percentage of Outcasts had ever truly been cursed…

There was a light from the nightstand an hour and a half later as Wednesday wanted to take her mother’s sleeping potion, but also didn’t want to be too out of it when Enid woke up in short time. Reaching for her phone, she examined the picture Emiliana sent; her potion was in a small bottle, with white-dipped twine, tied around the neck, a small bird charm of promise adhered in wax. There was no text attached to it, just the picture of the potion.

It looked beautiful in the light of the still-burning candles and Wednesday sighed, putting it back, adjusting herself around Enid’s sleeping form as she rolled onto her side with a snore. She considered the poem she’d spoken in verse over the potion, willing the universe to grant her a few hours of peace before she’d be woken up to provide it to her traumatized girlfriend.

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FIFTY SIX → GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 3.2k || masterlist || ocs moodboard

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

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Sunshine’s heart beat so loud inside her chest, that she thought the creature lurking just on the other side of the counter could hear it. The Mind Flayer growled, stalking over the broken glass-covered floor as it tried to sniff them out. Sunshine hadn’t dared to look at the creature, yet, too scared of putting an image to a terrifying idea. She focused on the three kids lined up beside her, all paled and shaking slightly in fear. 

Mike slowly peaked around the edge of the counter for no longer than a second before he whispered, “It’s turned away. If we go now, we’ll make it.” 

“No now,” Max argued. “Not with El’s leg.” 

“We have to try.” Both he and Max turned to Sunshine, looking for a tie-breaking vote, but it was El who answered, wanting to speak for herself. 

“There’s another way to get out, through the GAP.” The store was the closest to them, a straight shot if they could get there without making much sound and alerting the Mind Flayer. 

Sunshine wiped her sweaty hands off on the skirt of her dress as she said, “Get ready.” She poked her head up from the counter to see their path. The monster was still turned away. Sunshine trusted Nancy and Jonathan to get the other kids out safely and she’d get her three out. They’d reconvene at Nancy’s car with the broken piece Jonathan had stolen from the car inside the mall, and they’d get out of town before the Mind Flayer caught them. 

On her signal, Mike and Max looped their arms through El’s to support her and her bad leg, and they all took off toward the GAP with Sunshine trailing a step behind them. They ran fast and quietly almost having it into the store without being spotted, but El’s foot slipped on a shard of glass and slipped. The trio stumbled loudly into the store, alerting the Mindflayer. It hissed just as the four of them ducked behind a clothing display. 

The Mind Flayer crashed through the entrance, knocking down mannequins and clothing racks in its wake. The group sat squished together, trembling, waiting to be caught. A tentacle-like limb snaked around the store, on the hunt. Sunshine waited for what felt like the inevitable, waiting to become the victim of a towering beast composed of melted flesh and bones of poor Hawkins's residents. She dug her fingernails into the skin on her knees and swallowed down a scream that was lodged in her throat. 

The monster's arm grabbed a hold of a mannequin and roared once more before it sent it flying in front of them. The mannequin wore the same outfit that El had on. Her eyes were wide in terror; the Mind Flayer was smart, smart enough to recognize the outfit El wore and attack anything that resembled it. 

Its movements sounded closer and closer. Sunshine sat up a little straighter thinking maybe if she was a little taller than the kids, the monster would only grab her, giving them enough time to make a break for it. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the slimy tentacle inched forward right beside where they were, but not spotted them yet. Then, something from back in the main part of the mall popped loudly, drawing the Mind Flayer’s attention away quickly. 

They knew they had a small window of time to escape before it came back for them. They quickly sprang to their feet and sprinted towards the exit. 

Sunshine’s entire world moved in a blur before her eyes as she ran behind the trio of kids down the service halls that led to the back exit of the mall. She was filled with a sickly sense of Deja vu from a couple of hours before when she ran the same path with Steve, Robin, Dustin, and Erica. 

The white lights over their heads flickered frantically in rhythm with their heartbeat. Sunshine hoped the three adults underneath Starcourt were making progress because she had no idea how much longer they all could keep narrowing escaping a fate that wanted all of them dead so badly. 

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As Steve swung Calum’s minivan into the mall parking lot, he noticed only two other cars there. Nancy’s was parked in front of the main entrance. He could vaguely make out her figure standing in front of the side of the car with something in her hand. Then, he heard the shots ring out; Nancy was holding a gun, which was never a good sign. She seemed to be aiming at the car facing her across the lot, which Steve also recognized as Billy Hargrove’s. His engine revved and before Steve fully realized what was happening, Billy stepped on the gas and began hurtling towards Nancy’s car, where Steve assumed everyone was packed inside. They were in Billy’s direct path. 

Little Byers had said that Billy was possessed by the freaky monster who had ahold of the kid last year, but Billy had gotten it even worse. If Hargrove had been a monster before, Steve couldn’t imagine what he was like actually possessed by one. 

Holding his breath, Steve slammed his foot down on the gas and prayed that the rusty minivan had enough power to close the distance between him and Billy before the latter crashed into Nancy’s car. His hands white-knuckled the steering wheel and in the passenger seat, Robin let out a small yelp as she squeezed her eyes closed. She didn’t object to his plan, not that he gave her much time too. 

An awful screeching sound of metal scrapping against metal hit Steve’s ears before he felt it. Tires burned against asphalt and glass shattered as the minivan collided with Billy’s car, sending the latter spinning out. Steve felt his whole body jerk sharply, painfully, to the side. His head screamed out in pain from the minor whiplash on top of his other injuries, but he swallowed it down and turned to Robin. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, breathless. 

She returned his gaze with unfocused eyes. “Ask me tomorrow.” She blinked and turned her head as something caught her attention out of the busted windshield. Steve turned his attention toward it too, noticing an odd shadow shift along the roof of the mall. They leaned forward in sync, peering upwards in the wild blinking lights of Starcourt. Towering above them, in grand horror unlike anything he had ever witnessed, was the Mind Flayer. 

Its body was grotesque with giant spider-like limbs that crawled close to the edge of the roof. Its mouth opened up in the center of its otherwise featureless face, and flashed spiraling rows of sharp, jagged teeth as it roared, coating the air in horror. The Demogorgon at Jonathan’s was scary and revolting. The army of Demo-Dogs in the junkyard and the tunnels were overwhelming and the subject of his nightmares still, but the Mind Flayer was something else entirely. 

When he was little, he thought a monster lived under his bed. He didn’t think he’d grow up to be faced with real ones, and yet, there he was. The Mind Flayer was scarier than anything a child could come up with. It was made even worse by the lumps and oozing red flesh constructed of real people Steve probably saw walking down the street on who greeted him at the grocery store. Mothers, fathers, children. Who knew all of the people the monster had consumed to create itself? 

A car horn blared to Steve’s left as Nancy pulled up beside the busted minivan. Steve didn’t fully realize he was moving until Robin was shoving him into the very back of Nancy’s car. Robin didn’t even have the door closed before the car sped off and hurried out of the parking lot. The Mind Flayer crawled down the front of the mall and scurred after them. 

Steve’s body was consumed by nausea; he’d been knocked around one too many times that night, and speeding down the road was not soothing his stomach. But he tried to shake it off, turning around to see the heads of everyone poking up from the back of their seats. He counted them, a habit he acquired after the tunnel incident last year. He counted them once, twice, three times. 

“Wait,” he said. “Where’s Sunshine? Where’s the rest of the kids?” Four, they were missing four. Steve was positive they were missing that many, even in his slightly disoriented state. They were missing three kids and Sunshine. 

No one answered him, but he saw the kids in the back seat exchange looks with each other. The silence and lack of answers surrounded him uncomfortably. “Nancy?” He raised his voice just slightly. “Where are they?” 

Nancy didn’t turn her head to look at him as she said, “I don’t know.” 

“What do you mean you don’t know?” He wanted to scream, but he didn’t. He also kind of wanted to cry, but he couldn’t do that. Instead, he refused to look at the back windshield where the Mind Flayer followed them and kept his focus on the missing four. “They were with you.” 

The air inside the car with thick; the summer humidity outweighed the bodies packed inside the car and their labored breaths. After a beat, Lucas broke the silence in a quiet voice. “We got split up.” 

Split up? That meant that Sunshine, El, Max, and Mike were left behind. Steve wanted to hurl. 

“They’re with Sunshine,” Jonathan said, his words were more pointed at Nancy, who looked to have tears streaking down her cheeks from what Steve caught in the rearview mirror. “They’ll be okay.” Would they? The mall was the center of all of their problems; the place was swarming with Russians who knew exactly what Sunshine looked like and about her abilities. It was where the Gate was open and where Billy remained in the parking lot. Steve doubted hitting Billy’s car was enough to kill him, especially with his monster possession. 

“It’s following us,” Will said, his neck twisted around to see the creature from the window. Steve finally turned to look at it too. The Mind Flayer crawled down the streets of Hawkins with its spider-like legs kicking up asphalt. He was sure that if it caught up to them, they’d be squished by one stomp. “So,” Will continued. “It doesn’t know that they’re still at the mall; it thinks they’re with us.” 

That didn’t make Steve feel a whole lot better. The group of kids and Sunshine were still stuck at that stupid fucking mall with no way out. He just hoped they could hold out a little bit longer. As long as they kept the Mind Flayer occupied, it wouldn’t be a threat to the group, but everything else inside the mall still was a threat. Steve hated that that responsibility was put on Sunshine’s shoulders. He hated that there was nothing he could do about it. 

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The fresh air didn’t taste as sweet as Sunshine exited the mall that time around. She felt stuck in a loop in which, no matter what she did, she ended up right back inside the mall. It refused to end. The four of them limped out the side exit, where Sunshine had been earlier trying to flee from the Russians, only to be chased back inside. And as if someone from above, whoever was controlling their lives, actually laughed at them because once they were just far enough out to believe they could make it to the front of the mall, a figure stalked right towards them. 

Under the glow of the lamp lights, Billy Hargrove locked his gaze on them, and Sunshine felt her blood rush to her head. She grabbed a hold of Max’s shoulder and pulled her to a stop, halting El and Mike since they all were connected by looped arms. Billy walked towards them at a normal pace, not too quickly or slowly, as if he knew he already had them right where he wanted. Thick, black veins covered his exposed arms and trailed up his neck, making him look for from human. Black blood was smeared across his white wife-beater top, and he glistened with sweat.

“Go! Back inside!” Sunshine shoved the kids toward the door they had just walked out of. They took off running as quickly as El’s bad leg allowed. Sunshine turned toward Billy and sprinted toward the gate that he had yet to pass through that separated the loading dock from the back parking lot. She slammed her fist down on the button that controlled the gate. As if started to close, she ran back to the trio using what little time they had spared themselves from whatever Billy and the Mind Flayer had in store for them. 

Once again, she raced through the back halls of Starcourt with sore legs and a depleting thread of adrenaline pumping through her veins. She kept her gaze split between the kids ahead of her and the empty hall behind her. 

She kept reminding herself of the promise she had silently made what felt like a lifetime ago after Will returned from the Upside Down and after Sunshine saw the many lost children of Hawkins Lab inside the party. She’d keep them safe; that was a promise she’d never break. She didn’t let the crashing wave of panic pull her under. 

The trio stumbled into one of the open rooms, letting El rest her leg for a second and allowing them all to catch their breath. Sunshine closed her eyes for just a moment, focusing on her breathing and slowing her aching heart. Time refused to slow down for her and before she could even peel her eyes back open and register what was happening, Max’s voice cut through the air, thick and heavy. 

“Billy, please. It’s Max. I’m your-” The only part of Max Sunshine saw was her leg, stepped halfway out of the doorframe for only a moment before she fell backward and crashed onto the floor. The fall was hard, purposeful, and caused Max’s bright eyes to shut and her limbs to go limp. 

Sunshine yelled out for the girl, rushing forward, but Billy stepped into the room and cut off her path to Max. Broad and towering, Billy looked monstrous with his sickly-colored skin under the flickering lights. Sunshine held her ground, separating him from El and Max. Through gritted teeth, she ignited her hands, letting the white light burn in her palms with a glittering fury. She threw her arm forward, striking Billy in the chest with a burst of light, but it was only strong enough for him to stumble slightly. He shook it off too quickly and launched himself at her with a low grunt and flare of his nostrils. 

She had to be careful, using her abilities inside the confines of the small room. El and Mike curled against the wall, holding onto each other in an attempt to become as small as possible. With a twist of her wrist, Sunshine struck him again with a small beam that sliced across the skin of his arm, but it hardly seemed to inflict any pain at all. He was too far gone; his jet-black irises told her that much. 

They danced around the room, Sunshine’s steps light and quick while he was loud and stiff. She tried to hit him in the places where it hurt, the eyes or any exposed flesh, but it wasn’t enough. If she wanted to take him down, she needed to be more aggressive, but then she ran the risk of hurting one of the kids in the process. 

Billy, however, had no remorse for any of them and as soon as Sunshine stepped too close, he grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled hard. Her scalp burned, but only for a moment before that pain was replaced by Billy using the momentum to slam her up against the wall. Pain exploded right where her head collided with the wall and a short scream tore past her lips. She lost her footing and landed on the ground with spotted vision. The figures of El and Mike blurred, and their voices became muddled and frantic. She watched as their figures moved. A mess of lanky limbs collided with the floor a couple of feet in front of her. Mike. 

Mike was knocked out, just like Max. Rage flared inside Sunshine’s chest. She blinked away the dizziness she could and struggled to her feet, against her body's wishes. Those were her kids who Billy was hurting. She couldn’t let him get away with it, no matter what or who possessed him.

She screamed something between a battle cry and utter frustration as she attacked him from behind. She slapped her burning hands against his bare shoulders, digging her fingernails into his skin for good measure. Billy hissed, his body seizing up just slightly under her touch, but it only lasted a moment. He was strong and desperate to heed whatever orders the Mind Flayer instilled in his sick and twisted brain. He spun around to face her, and Sunshine went right for his face. She stung him in the eyes at the same time he went in for a punch. 

Her light hit him, searing his eyes as his fist struck her gut with an inhuman amount of strength. Crying out, Sunshine doubled over, and he recovered. Billy blinked wildly but there was no hesitation in his movements. His hand gripped her throat, fingers squeezing hard and cutting off the air to her lungs. She thrashed and tried to claw her way out, but dots grew darker in the corners of her vision. She felt herself on the verge of passing out. Before she could, though, Billy let go and let her body drop to the floor in a sputtering fit of coughs. 

Air slowly reentered her lugs, but she had no strength to pick herself up. Something wet pooled on the back of her head where she had hit the wall, and the urge to close her eyes was almost overwhelming. She forced her gaze open, staring unfocused as Billy stalked towards El, who tried to use her abilities to fight him off, but nothing happened. 

Billy knocked El out. Sunshine cried, her throat raw. She tried to stand but the room spun, and her limbs felt like jelly. All she could do was watch as Billy threw El’s body over his shoulder. He came for Sunshine next, grabbing ahold of her ankle. She tried to kick herself free, but his strength overpowered her. She felt useless, being dragged down the hall half-conscious. Her last resort after fighting proved to be pointless, was to yell. 

Sunshine yelled out every name she knew. Steve. Nancy. Hopper. Joyce. Dustin. Anyone. She needed anyone; she needed someone. They needed help. 

Tears poured from her eyes, but no one was there. 

Billy carried and dragged them down the corridors and into the main part of the mall, under the sky of shattered glass. The lights that dully blinked started to flash with more intensity.

He let go of her ankle first before he took El a little further away, out of Sunshine’s reach. Everything was quiet for a moment after that. Sunshine's blood drummed in her ears as she attempted to lift her head, even though it felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. Something rumbled in the distance; no, something roared in the distance, drawing closer. Closer. Closer…

Tagged. @sattlersquarry , @leptitlu , @two-sides-samecoin

[missedditart]

Along with my Lackadaisy hyperfixation I've also become obsessed with under the devils moon by @libras-interactives. I absolutely love their ocs and can't wait to see more of them in the story. I made some fan designs of them and thought it couldn't hurt to share them. I had a lot of thoughts about their designs so anyone who is interested can read about that below. Also, English isn't my first language so please ignore any spelling mistakes and such.

Malwina

Malwina's design was really fun, also the first one I did. She is described as having black fur and hair and orange eyes. I knew if  I wasn't careful she could end up looking like Ivy, so I made her hair color brighter than her fur color and also made her hair curly/wavy. I also emphasized the eyes as they're often pointed out in the text as big and pumpkin-like. I wanted her to look curious but maybe a little unsettling if she stares at you too long. I also gave her soft shapes and rounded years since she is very friendly albeit a bit pushy.

Máire 

for Máire just mostly followed the description we get of her, calico, auburn hair and green eyes. The thing I had to think about for this drawing is what kind of clothing she would wear. I went between thinking she would prefer something stylish or something comfy. I'm not an expert on 1920s fashion so I mostly looked at old clothing catalogs to get a feel for the clothes she could wear. I settled on something more in between a comfy shirt with a stylish skirt. I based the tarot cards in her hand on Pamela Colman Smith’s designs. Also since she is wearing a shirt I couldn't show off the heart fur pattern on her chest but it's definitely there.

Sylvester

Sylvester doesn't have a very striking design but that's the point. For his facial structure i took some inspiration from Asa Sweet and Bobby Bastion from the comic but I also tried to make him stand out on his own. Other than that I kept close to the text, gray suit and graying fur. I was tempted to give him a colorful gaudy tie, maybe something his wife insisted he should wear. To make him more interesting but again he was supposed to be drab and unassuming. So I decided against it. (I still headcanon that his wife gives him gaudy ties and insists he wear them and he cant say no to her.)

Flynn

Flynn was the one I had the most ideas for but also the one I'm the least happy with the result of but might as well share it. We haven't gotten many physical descriptions of him and what we get is somewhat vague. I also haven't played all the backstories so there might be something there that I've missed. But from what we do get he is often described as odd eyed and two faced, this gives me the impression he has a chimera pattern. We haven't been given any specific color so I chose what I thought fit best. black and bluish gray to make him cold and dark looking, i gave him green as an accent color. I probably went a bit heavy on the devil shape language but it's fun so… I also wanted to color the tip of his shoes white or gray to make them look like goat hooves but they ended up looking too much like bowling shoes so I decided against it. He still has a hoof-like pattern on his shoes which probably isn't very historically accurate for 1920s men's shoes haha. And lastly his cane is only described as black and ivory but nothing specific on the shape. I figured giving it some interesting motif would be fun so I went with a snake. specifically a black mamba witch don't look dangerous until you get too close or they open their mouth. I'm sure a fitting metaphor could be made from that. My design for him will probably change if we get new info about him later in the story but so far this is how i imagine him.

[lorei-writes]

Sweet Nightmare

William x OC (OC Chart: Charlotte) Fluff/Comfort ~600 words

An idea flash occurred, so it had to be let out.

Content Warnings: none

Sleep, sleep, locked further in the land of dreams than an eye can see. Let slumberous sand embrace you, push its way into your ears, your mouth… Sleep, for what else is there for you beside dreams? Only there you can feel… … not even you still believe in that lie…

Sleep, sleep, locked further in the land of dreams than an eye can see.

Let slumberous sand embrace you, push its way into your ears, your mouth…

Sleep, for what else is there for you beside dreams?

Only there you can feel…

… not even you still believe in that lie…

William’s chest heaves as he releases a heavy sigh, hot breath clashing against cooled evening air. It is quietly cacophonous, a hailstorm of thoughts emerging from cloudy clarity, freed now that pleasures of the flesh hang low above the dark granite floor of his bedroom. His crimson gaze travels across the room, from the door, to the black velvet sofa, the mahogany table… the pile of hastily discarded clothes, the sleeves of his coat fondling a neckline of a dim burgundy dress, his cloak a snake throttling its skirt. Sweat taints his scarlet satin bedsheets, diluted in sweet essence of Charlotte’s moans, each resurrected gasp still lingering under the surface of his skin. William’s back aches pleasantly where her nails clawed into him…

Charlotte is so innocent when she sleeps, or so at least William concludes. She must be, as she hides her face in the bend of her elbow, so very sheepish despite being unaware… Her skin is as white as porcelain, spotless save for one spot; strawberry blonde hair drapes over her bony shoulders, clavicles protruding sharply from her chest. Yet there is still softness to her, to her thighs and to her belly, her breasts, and to where a fluttering butterfly has been branded into her skin. William lets his touch brush over her side, supple warmth turning freezing as soon as his fingertips glide above the angry scar.

… guilty…

… not guilty?…

Did she deserve it?

A part of him wants to take up a knife and to carve it away. To free her once and for all, to erase the evidence of her ever being chained. To punish her, perhaps, for she too has sinned… But wouldn’t it be self-righteous of him to hold as much against her? William swallows a chuckle, but Charlotte scrunches her nose up regardless, his long fingers combing through her tresses. Silk-soft strand wound around his hand, he brings it to his lips, bestows it with a feathery kiss.

“M-mhm.” A muffled complaint exits her throat.

“What is it, my sweet Nightmare? Are you having another bad dream tonight?” William hums, draws her to himself by the waist. The warmth of his skin seems to lull Charlotte, to lead her back into more peaceful sleep. Her penance postponed, frown briefly eases off her face and she cuddles into his side, her lashes tickling William rather terribly. Ha.

“Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree tops, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock.”

Ha. Haha.

“When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.”

Is it so bad?

“And down will come baby, cradle and all.”

Then why is it so good?

Their fate has already been recorded among the stars. In that moment, however, William could not be more content. The judge, the accomplice and the guilty yet to be sentenced, he embraces the sin of his blood and the blood spilled through her sin. Charlotte, his wicked communion… And he, the snake who had her forsake the hopes of absolution. Entwined, interlocked, they fall asleep, free and bound by their respective curses. Until another morning… Another night, another day… For as long as they still are, and to cherish that precious “still”.

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(9) I n n o c e n c e L o s t

He finds her in a brothel of all places. A chance encounter, but one that will change his life – and hers – forever. – or: A story about a cowboy who falls in love with a prostitute, who happens to be so much more than that.

GENERAL TAGS: NSFW! Explicit! Size difference, age gap, slow burn romance. Cowboys, outlaws, prostitutes. Historical inaccuracy. Horses, guns, violence.

Chapter 1▫️2▫️3▫️4▫️5▫️6▫️7▫️8▫️9▫️10▫️11▫️12▫️13 ...

Chapter 9: The Temptation

m!OC x f!OC -- WORDS: 4.4k -- READ ON AO3

when the mind wanders

Chapter 8 -- Chapter 10

Additional warning: explicit sexual content ahead! (The smut tag makes sense now!)

9

The constant sway of Thunder's strong steps through the plain have him quickly losing focus. With Nebbia pressed to his chest, wedged between his thighs, held securely in his arm, her feet bouncing slightly, her whole body rubbing against him with every up and down motion, Ben's mind starts to wander.

He sees her outside a small cabin, their cabin, deep in the woods, close to a lake, where she tends to the garden while he hunts or catches fish, where she hangs the sheets out to dry in the soft breeze, her long brown hair moving in the same flow, her skirt billowing around her. She has to stretch to reach the line he's spanned between the trees, balancing on her toes as she fixes the sheets to it with the wooden clothespins, her shirt riding up slightly, exposing just a sliver of soft, pale skin.

It's his shirt, he notices, the plaid one he's given her, so many moons ago. She's tied it around her waist, knotted in the front, the sleeves rolled up, just enough buttons undone to tease at the soft mounds beneath the warm fabric.

When she returns to the cabin, she finds him leaning by the window, watching her. There's a blush on her pale cheeks when she looks up at him. He doesn't hesitate when he grabs her waist and hoists her onto the kitchen counter effortlessly. A little yelp escapes her, then a laugh, her smile warm and happy when she extends her arms and pulls him closer, wrapping them around his neck, playing with his hair.

He obliges, indulges her, leans in and presses his mouth to hers. He can feel the warmth and wetness of her tongue when it moves between his lips, when it meets his, tastes him, licks him, makes his heart flutter, a sensual dance while he steps closer, caging her in, his hands running under her thighs to urge her to wrap her legs around him. She does.

She always does. He deepens the kiss, swallows her mewls when he moves his large hands around her legs and under her skirt to grab her rear, sinks his long fingers into her plump ass cheeks, kneads them, pulls them apart slightly, teases between them. She rubs her pelvis against him, and she must feel how hard he is for her.

He's always hard for her. It's almost a problem, if she wouldn't know how to help him with it. Her hands move expertly, down the back of his neck, fingernails scraping over his broad shoulders, snake around to the front, unbutton his shirt, all while her lips are glued to his, tongue sliding against his, accompanied by frantic little puffs right into his mouth.

When her tongue plunges deeper and he invites it with a gentle suck, her warm fingers scrape over his chest, down his toned abs, lower, lower. His belt clinks when she opens it, her delicate hands gliding down over the bulge, palming him, teasing him. One grips him through the fabric, the other slips into the thin opening between his warm skin and the waistband.

He groans against her, gripping her ass, groping it hard as she brushes her fingertips along his sensitive skin. Impatience makes him twitch, jerk his hips against her hands. She finally unbuttons his jeans completely, pushes it down enough to free his hard erection. He can only grunt into her mouth when she closes her small hands around his girth before she starts moving them up and down, in a twisting motion, how he's shown her, with just enough grip and strength, to make his stomach tighten up.

His hands slip upwards, sliding over her sides, over the front of her (his) shirt, palming at her small breasts, eager fingers playing with the buttons. He's tempted to just rip it open, but she'd be furious with him for destroying another shirt, telling him buttons are hard to come by.

A laugh rumbles through his throat as she keeps nibbling on his bottom lip, rubbing her chin against his beard, the scrape adding to the breathy little moans that tumble over her lips as he slips his big hands into her open shirt and cups her soft mounds, weighing them gently, kneading them carefully.

Her hard nipples press into his palms while she squirms on the kitchen counter, her legs tightening around his waist, feet digging into his lower back. He lets go of her breasts and moves lower, gathers her skirt and pushes it aside enough to expose her pink little pussy with the soft patch of hair right above. He breaks the kiss to look down at it, while she keeps planting soft kisses on his cheek and jaw and down his neck, still pumping his cock expertly in her small hands.

Her folds are glistening, she's so wet, he can tell, and when he tests the waters, literally, she mewls softly. His fingers slip into her slick, up and down, up and down, until he dips two of them into her tightness. She arches her back, tilts her neck back, moans softly at the stretch, and as he starts pumping his fingers in and out slowly, he finds her mouth again, plunging his tongue in, tasting her as breathless whimpers echo in his ears.

She's stopped stroking his cock, and he feels it throbbing in her hold, ready to feel more of her. Kissing her deeply, he keeps his digits buried deep in her cute little cunt, scissoring them, stretching her, massaging her soft insides, while his other hand gently pries her hands off his arousal before he grabs it and brings it closer to her heat.

A disappointed little huff of air escapes her when he pulls his fingers out, only to be replaced by a loud gasp when he presses the head of his cock against her entrance. It's taken her a long time to be able to take all of him, and he thinks fondly about the many times they've tried, endless nights and even longer days, holed up in bed, or on any other surface, each time an inch more, until he could finally bottom out inside her tight wet warmth.

She leans back on her arms, bracing herself as he moves his hips closer, closer, the tip plunges into her hole, sinks deeper, she moans softly, calls his name, and he gets lost in the feeling of being choked so deliciously. So tight... so warm...

“Ben...” Her walls clench around him, pulling him deeper. “Ben.” The heat is intoxicating, he can barely breathe. “Ben!”

His eyes fly open, and he blinks in confusion, squinting at the bright sun, breathing heavily, trying to focus through the haze inside his mind. His stomach is tight and the strain on his jeans is almost unbearable. And against that very obvious bulge presses a cute little butt, clad in a brown riding skirt, tied in the waist, where his hand rests, big and heavy on her flat stomach. He swallows dryly as his gaze wanders higher until he meets Nebbia's bright green eyes.

Something warm creeps up his neck. “Huh?”

A shy smile curls her lips. “Are you okay?” she asks softly, watching him closely, a little too closely for his taste.

It takes him a long moment to realize he's sitting on Thunder's back, under the blazing sun, and an even longer moment that they're no longer moving. The horse's long neck is bent downwards, and he seems to graze peacefully.

“I think you fell asleep,” she whispers, shifting slightly against him. “Glad you didn't fall off...”

“M'sorry,” he growls, rubbing his face with his free hand. “Just a little... daydream, I guess...”

“I think you might have a sunstroke,” she says, tilting her head. “Should have thought to bring a hat after all, eh?” Her teasing tone makes his lips twitch.

He puts his hand on top of her head, feeling her warm soft hair, ruffles it playfully. She tries to squirm away with a soft laugh. Inhaling deeply, he lets go of her completely and pushes both hands through his messy hair, groaning quietly. “Why aren't we moving anymore?” he mumbles.

“Thunder must have felt that you weren't... really with us anymore, so he slowed down on his own and decided to have a little snack,” she explains, turning slightly back to weave her fingers through the horse's long mane.

Ben takes another deep breath and looks around, still trying to fight the remnants of that delicious daydream. Another grunt escapes him. Focus! The horse decided to stop near a little meadow off the path, and he can hear a creek bubbling close-by. When he looks back, however, there's more than a little sunburn prickling on his neck.

They haven't come far. Too close to town still, they shouldn't stay here. But he could use a break, a quiet moment behind a tree maybe... Rubbing his face once more for good measure, he then leans around Nebbia, grabs the horn and hoists himself off Thunder's large back, his boots thudding quietly in the soft grass beneath.

Without waiting, he grabs the girl's waist and pulls her off as well, gently putting her down in front of him. “Let's take five,” he says in a deep growl, already moving past her towards the tree line and the creek. “Stay close to Thunder,” he calls to her, shoving one hand into his pocket to adjust himself.

Goddamn daydream...

He doesn't follow through on his first instinct to relieve the ache with his right hand, instead he walks right into the creek, boots and all, crouches down and splashes the cold water into his heated face. It helps a little. But the guilt burns on. Imagining these things with her, so detailed, so real, it's wrong. He shouldn't be thinking this, not yet, not until he is sure that he's not her –

Another splash into his face. Not. Splash. Her. Splash. Father.

An angry grunt escapes him as he gets up and kicks his boot through the water, scaring away some critters. Fuck. Rubbing his wet face, pushing the heels of his hands into his eyes as he groans a little more. What was he thinking, taking her away? Nothing, that's the problem, he didn't think a single thought. It was all instinct, as usual.

The same instinct that almost got him hanged.

Inhaling deeply, he pushes one hand through his hair, then lowers it and rolls his shoulders. A few more deep breaths through his nose, and he is walking back to her and the giant horse. She's feeding him tufts of grass, watching the animal with a loving gaze, patting his large head. Innocent. So fucking innocent.

Slowly, she turns her head towards him, frowning when she sees him – and the state he's in. “Did you fall into the creek?” she asks, a smirk playing around her lips.

He looks down at himself, shirt wet, boots and jeans wet, hair ruffled, water droplets still rolling down his temples. He only huffs a groan and walks up to Thunder, slipping his hand underneath the saddle. They should take a longer break soon, the poor animal's been carrying them and the heavy saddle for too long now. The brutal sun on his shiny black coat isn't helping.

But they have to get away a little further. Too close to town.

With his mind still spinning a little, battling dreams and memories and future scenarios, he puts his boot into the stirrup and hoists himself up the horse's back, settling into the seat once more. Nebbia stares up at him, surprised. And she should be, he usually puts her on first.

“Sorry,” he mumbles and holds out his hand to her. “Still a little fuzzy in the head,” he says with a tired smirk. She walks towards him, one hand on Thunder's neck, the other about to grab his fingers.

Suddenly he hears hooves in the distance. Dropping his hand, he turns around, instinctively grabbing the reins to make Thunder move. Nebbia steps away with a little yelp as the large animal bows his long neck and snorts loudly at the sudden command. Ben's eyes scan the horizon. The shapes of riders approach, three, no, four. Squinting at them, he can feel his skin prickling.

The West is vast, and meeting other riders in the middle of nowhere is never a good omen, no matter their intentions. He has to be careful. Especially now. Because of her. He pries his eyes from the fast approaching horses and the men on top of them, holding out his hand to Nebbia again.

“Come on,” he urges, looking down at her. Her eyes are wide, fearful, her lips trembling. She grabs his wrist, he grabs her arm, pulling her towards him.

The sound of hooves comes closer, his heart is racing. He leans down more, his other hand extending. The angle is awkward, he hooks his hand under her arm, grips at the fabric of her blouse, pulls her up.

She clambers forward, small hands gripping at his shoulders, and somehow she ends up facing him, her knees bent and pressing against his stomach, her skirt bunched up between them, the pointy tips of her boots tucked under his thigh. But there's no time.

“Hold on,” he says, wrapping one arm around her back, pulling her against him as she presses her chest into his, arms tight around his neck while she looks over his shoulder.

“Ben!” she gasps, but he doesn't have to see what she sees, he can hear them, circling around them. He tugs at the reins, presses his spurs into Thunder's stomach, urges him on. The large horse neighs in protest, but moves, turns in a half-circle, then falls into faster steps, away from whoever is catching up to them.

“Hey!” a deep voice calls from behind them. “We just wanna talk!”

Ben grunts, pushing Thunder forwards, tightening his grip around the girl on his lap. The horse dashes along the tree line, close to the creek, right beneath the low hanging branches. He ducks his head, putting his hand on Nebbia's to shield her as well. She grips at him, curling into a ball on his thighs.

He's white-knuckling the reins, maneuvering his steed into the forest as the hooves behind him become louder. “How many?” he grunts, then feels how Nebbia emerges from her cowered position and looks over his shoulder again.

“Three,” she breathes.

Where's the fourth? He looks around, ducking from another branch. Thunder's heavy hooves stomp along the soft forest floor, tip-tapping urgently as he tries to move him around the tree trunks. Bad idea to bring a large horse into a dense forest. But he didn't have a choice.

Low hanging branches grip at his shoulders, his arms, scrape over his head. He holds Nebbia tight against him, shielding her, her rapid breaths hitting his collarbone, her fingers digging into the back of his neck, causing shivers to rush down his spine, straight into –

Ugh. Not the time.

The noises behind him are quieter now, and he dares a look over his shoulder. They've fallen back. He looks ahead again, clenching his jaw. They're circling around. He pulls on the reins hard, making Thunder whinny angrily. With another tug and a sharp poke into his side, he makes the horse turn around, not the way they came, but further into the forest.

His heart is so loud in his ears, it's hard to focus on the surrounding noises. Nebbia's panicked little breaths aren't helping either. “It's okay,” he whispers, pressing her against him, large hand splayed on her back, fingers curling slightly around her small body. “Don't worry, we'll get away.”

She swallows hard, a little gulping sound against his shoulder. “What do they want?” she asks quietly.

Her, is his first response, but then he wonders why. Why here. Those men didn't look like they belonged to the Daniels family, he would have known. He'd recognize those bastards a mile away. No, those were different men, normal men too, not the law, no Pinkertons, so what do they want from her?

“I'd rather not find out,” he replies, spurring Thunder on more as the trees stand gradually further apart, opening up to a meadow beyond. Holding her in his arm, he leans in a little, grabbing the horn behind her, when the horse falls into a steady canter, the wind rushing in his ears.

He stays close to the edge of the forest, eyes scanning his surroundings. Are they gone? That easy? He slows Thunder and straightens up, turning more to look behind him, listening. Only the birds, the horse's loud snorts, Nebbia's breaths, his own heart. He's about to calm down, loosen his grip around her, but then he sees it.

Movement in the corner of his eye. To their left. He whips his head around, stares into the forest. The rider approaches slowly, stupidly confident, close enough that he can see the sneer on his face. Unfamiliar. Ben tugs on the reins, spurs pressed into Thunder's stomach. The horse neighs loudly, whips his head up, snorts, follows the curve of Ben's arm and turns right.

“Wait!” the man calls after him. “I don't mean any harm!”

Ben looks back at him, sees him raising his hands in a surrendering motion. “What do you want?” he shouts over the noise of his thundering heart, holding Nebbia closer to him. The curious thing turns her head slightly, looks back to the stranger. The hand on her back itches, inches closer to her hip, to his hip, to the gun in the holster.

“Just a look,” the other man drawls, chewing on the stump of a cigar, as his beady eyes wander over the sight in front of him.

The girl on his lap stiffens, grips his neck tighter, gasps, but doesn't look away. Ben stares at the rider. Well-fed horse, wealthy, not the typical cowboy look. A lot of blacks and reds, expensive looking clothes. His age or older. A fedora on dark hair, a clean shaven face.

“Why are you so skittish?” he continues, eyes fixed on Nebbia. “No need to run away from us...”

“I don't trust strangers,” Ben replies darkly, feeling his skin crawl by the way the man watches the girl. “And I don't like being followed, mister,” he adds, tugging gently on the reins, turning Thunder more, ready to bolt again. His hand rests on his gun now, ready to pull and shoot the bastard.

“My apologies, sir,” the other man says slowly. “We were just curious... haven't seen such a beauty in a long while, you know?”

Clenching his jaw, he feels shivers rushing down his spine, more so when Nebbia leans closer against him, holding onto him tightly. “Awful lot of hassle to take a look at a girl...” he grunts, fingers closing around the cold metal of his pistol.

The stranger leans back in his saddle, hands folded over the horn of it, a lopsided grin on his face. “Anything for one of Roberto's,” he says, his dark eyes wandering up to meet Ben's.

He frowns, something hot and heavy sinking into his guts. His mind is spinning. Fuck. It takes him three seconds, while his heart skips a beat, his hand moves back around Nebbia, his heels sink into Thunder's stomach, and then with a tug to the reins, he moves the horse along, spurring him on with a loud call. The animal snorts, neighs loudly, but follows the command instantly, turning and bringing his massive body quickly into motion.

He doesn't look back, but Nebbia does, as they gallop over the meadow, away from the stranger. “He's not following us,” she gasps against him, fingernails digging into his skin as she holds onto him frantically.

Ben only grunts, unsure if that's a good thing or not.

And as they dash away at breakneck speed, Ben's head is hurting from the sudden onslaught of memories. Faces, names, words, threats, cries and shouts and noises, tumbling over each other. Roberto. Roberto... The Daniels don't own the brothel, they're just henchmen, working for somebody else. There are always more layers.

He's been so fucking stupid!

With a sudden grunt, he pulls at the reins, forcing Thunder to turn right. The mystery deepens. He has to know. He has to know! They have to go back. He needs answers.

Nebbia clings to him, her soft but slightly panicked breaths warm against his collarbone. They reach another patch of forest, and he slows Thunder a little, ducking his head when they dash between the trees. His heart races, the horse snorts loudly, he's white-knuckling the reins. Left and right around the thick tree trunks, ducking under low hanging branches, a little jump over obstacles in the path, he's hectic, and they're not even being followed anymore.

Inhaling sharply he stops the horse abruptly. Thunder whinnies angrily, whipping his head up and down, stomping his hooves. Ben closes both arms around Nebbia and just holds her, feels her warmth, hears her surprised little gasps, the tension of her small body, breathes her in, relaxes.

“We have to go back,” he mutters into her soft hair. “I need to talk to your Madam Claire.” The plan is there, she must hold the answers he needs. (Was Keira already pregnant when she got there? If not, who knocked her up? Was it... who Ben fears it was?) But the way is long, and it's completely foolish to return, now that he knows who's really after her. But he needs to know.

“Why?” she whispers against him, moving her hands down his chest before she gives the gentlest of pushes to make him lean back. Their eyes meet, his hands slip to her waist, holding her firmly.

“I have to know, Nebbia,” he says quietly, licking his dry lips. “Have to make sure...” He must not make any sense to her, but she doesn't press, just stares at him with those big, confused eyes that glisten slightly, glowing in the sunlight breaching through the canopy above them.

“Who's Roberto?” she asks after a long moment of just looking at him.

“A very bad man,” he replies. “Pulls a lot of strings around here, his reach is far... I had no idea he'd be interested in a small town brothel... in you...”

The frown on her soft face is almost comical, definitely adorable, and he's tempted to grab her and shower her with kisses. But he inhales deeply instead, rolling his shoulders, swallowing the urge. “You're not bringing me back, are you?” she whispers, chewing on her lip.

His eyebrows almost meet his hairline. “No! Of course not, you won't step another foot in that establishment!” He tightens the grip on her waist, tilting his head. “I'll take you somewhere safe, I promise, then I'll ask your Madam some questions, and will be back with you in no time.”

Her fingers fidget with the buttons of his shirt as she listens, her gaze lowered, jaw working slightly. “What if... what if the answers are not... what you want to hear?” she asks barely audible.

Now his hands are on her cheeks, his thumbs pushing her chin up until she looks at him. “It doesn't matter, remember?” he says softly, leaning slightly closer. “Whatever the answer, it won't change anything. I promised you a better life, I swore to protect you, and I will, no matter the outcome. I just need to know...” It will change a lot, but not the way he'll always be there for her. He'll just have to learn to suppress his urges, control his fucking daydreams...

She licks her lips, he stares at the movement of her tongue, his stomach tightens. Her hands move up his chest, warm, scorching hot through the fabric of his shirt, until he feels her fingertips on his jaw, the scrape of his beard under her soft skin loud in his ears. “It doesn't matter,” she repeats in a breathy whisper as she leans up on her knees, brings her face closer to his, her hands snaking around his head, digging into his hair. “Right?”

He holds his breath, body tense against her. The fucking temptations! Her small fingers press into his scalp, her hot breath ghosts his lips. Her big eyes are full of expectations, desire, need. The exhale he issues through his nose rivals one of Thunder's snorts. Seconds later his mouth has captured hers, his hands pulling her closer, one behind her head, one on her lower back, her body molding into his.

She gasps against him, her small warm wet tongue quickly finding his, the moment heated and desperate, the dance wild and raw. Everything that happened earlier sinks into the kiss, his daydream, the chase, the revelations. And he just feels her, her heat, her body squirming into his, knees pushing between his thighs, just the right pressure. A groan escapes him, a touch like an electric shock.

And as quick and eager as it has started, as harsh and fast it ends, when his hands push down to her upper arms, grab her and lean her back again. She stares up at him, lips parted, trembling, red, rapid little breaths, her eyes big and confused, her cheeks flushed. He presses his own tingling lips into a thin line, tries to ignore the throbbing in his groin, the need burning through his stomach. Instead he focuses on lifting her up, uncurling her legs from his lap, and turns her around until she's sitting with her back to him, legs sideways, tucked between his thighs, but no longer as close, no longer as tempting.

He breathes deeply, leans down and presses his lips to her cheek. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles. “We need to keep going...”

She sighs, body slumping slightly, her small hands closing around the horn of the saddle as she settles in. He leans both arms around her and grabs the reins, gently spurring Thunder on to start moving again. The pace is much calmer as he maneuvers him through the forest, forcing himself to look around, take in his surroundings, look out for dangers, possible followers.

It's eerily quiet around them. But he can't relax, his mind still racing. They're after her, after them. One of Roberto's. Roberto... Roberto fucking DeLuca. This has gotten a lot more complicated all of a sudden.

Chapter 8 -- Chapter 10

End notes: I gotta say, this was my favorite chapter to write thus far, and one I'm particularly proud of. That daydream, finally some smut, and how Ben deals with it, then the chase, I love me some action sequences, I hope I got it across as I intended, hectic, fast, thrilling, unexpected. And the plot is finally going places, at least a little more specifically. Back to where it all began...

Credits to the respective owners of those pictures. I don't own anything. I gathered these from all around tumblr. If you see your picture and would like to have it removed, please tell me!

Thanks for reading! Next chapter on Friday!

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❄️ White Christmas ❄️

Warnings : Smut (Oral F Receiving) / Suggestive language / Fluff

Word Count: 3k

Jake x Charlotte (OC)

White Christmas - Bing Crosby "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white"

Jake POV

The clock next to my bed glows 5:05 am back at me and I can hear Charlotte pacing the apartment. She has overwhelmed herself with plans per usual and now is trying to figure out how we’re going to get through all of them. Christmas didn’t need to be this hectic, but Charlotte is a special breed of woman. She knows what she wants and she will get it done. 

“Jacob,” she says softly into the dark, “You need to get up. We have so much to get done this morning.” 

I can see her figure walking toward my side of the bed even though I'm squinting in hopes she’ll let me lay here a little while longer. 

“Jacob,” she says a bit louder and I have to respect her persistence. 

“Charlotte” comes out gravely given the fact I'm hardly awake. Now that she’s next to me with a tight jaw and eyebrows knitted together, I snake my arm around her and pull her back into the bed, her toppling over me. The look on her face tells me that she’s not excited about my little move, but I choose not to see that and pull her back to me. She’s resisting the entire thing but I’m determined to help her calm down before the entire day is just filled with anxiety. 

“Do you understand that we need to be at my parent's house by noon? I still have to.” She frantically starts rambling off the endless list of things, even though she doesn’t need to be working on any of it for another hour at least. I cut her off with a kiss, leaning into it a little, enjoying the feeling, and the room going quiet for a second,  is a bonus.  

“You will have more than enough time,” I try to reason with her, “just lay with me for a little bit, honey.” I place a small peck on the tip of her nose. 

My efforts did not work as she started sitting up and squirming out of my grasp. She climbed out the bed without saying anything and just shot me a glare as she left the bedroom. 

I let out a sigh that came from the bottom of my soul before getting up. I decide to make coffee before anything else because there is no chance I will make it through the entire day if I don't. Charlotte keeps glancing over as I'm setting up the coffee pot as if I'm just in the way. I send her a lazy smile even though she has only given me a heavy side-eye since I came out of the bedroom. She keeps checking the list she made on her phone, marking off the things that she’s already done, and I can see from across the room that she doesn’t have much left. 

I pour a cup of coffee, making it the way she prefers, and hand it to her quietly. 

“Here, you could use this,” I mumble before wandering into the living room. 

The sun is starting to come up, and the tree that Charlotte so carefully decorated does look lovely. I sip on my coffee as I admire the tree glimmering in the morning sun, knowing that the gift I got her is casually sitting on the tree skirt. She meekly wanders over to me, sipping on her coffee, and finds her place next to me just for a second. 

“Thank you,” she whispers, leaving a small kiss on my cheek. “I need to shower.” 

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Buttoning the bottom of my shirt, I move to the mirror to make sure everything looks right. I wanted to try to make Charlotte happy, so I put on an outfit I knew she would enjoy. Adjusting my necklace so it sits flat against me, I have a thought. Wandering back over to my dresser, I grab the two rings sitting atop it. Sliding them on as I hear the shower water shut off, smirking to myself because I’m almost positive I can win her over with them. 

Grabbing my robe from the back of the door, I make my way to the bathroom. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch her rub various lotions and oils onto her face. God, she’s the most tantalizing creature I’ve laid eyes on. 

“Can I help you?” she quips, making eye contact in the mirror. 

“Thought you might want this,” I say, holding up the silky fabric. 

Excitedly turning around, she takes the robe from me abruptly. Watching her in the mirror as she carefully clips her hair up, she looks effortlessly beautiful all the time. I haven’t gone a day without thinking about how lucky I am to manage to keep this incredible woman in my life. Without warning, she drops the towel she had tightly wrapped around her, revealing everything. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I let out louder than anything I’ve said all morning, “My god, you’re hot.”

 Not being able to take my eyes away from her delectable curves, the way her breasts sit naturally on her body while the cool air of winter gave me the gift of her peaked nipples. The way I’d like to just–

“Too early for big words, Jacob?” She taunts me as she ties up the robe, taking away all the fun I’ve had since being alive today. I move closer, snaking my arms around her waist and tucking my face into the crook of her neck. 

“You are just too much,” I mumble in between kisses I trail from her neck to her shoulder. 

“Not now, Jacob,” she says, shrugging her shoulders to block me from loving on her. 

“Charlotte, you can't look like that and not expect this,” I’m offended that she isn’t enjoying the attention. I lightly tap the two ring-clad fingers against her, watching her eyes dart to my hands in the mirror. The way her pupils grew in size was enough to hold me over for now.  

“You know what- I’m sorry, honey. I’ll let you finish getting ready.” Placing a kiss against her cheek, I make my way out of the bathroom, but not without letting my hand gently graze her ass as I go. 

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Setting the tote bag next to the door that has all the gifts we need to bring with us completes everything Charlotte needs to get done before we leave. I pull out my phone to check the time: 9:30 am.  And she thought we would be late, and I definitely could have slept longer. 

I go over to our tree with the remaining few gifts under it, crouching down to adjust them. Pulling them to the front, making it look fuller. I picked up the small box I had wrapped under the tree for her. Don’t get any ideas; it’s not that. Sliding it into the secret pocket of my jacket. 

“What are you doing down there?” she asks. Her voice sounds a bit happier now, running her hand down the back of my head. 

“Just making it look less bare since we are taking the bulk of the gifts with us”

Standing up, I turn to her and she is always gorgeous, but she is something today. 

Long red hair loosely curled, the way her makeup just emphasized her natural beauty. Still in my robe, I’m nothing if not obsessed with her.  

“Well,” busting out my finest English accent. “Aren’t you a feast for hungry eyes?” 

Works like a charm every single time. 

“Jacob cut it out,” she laughs out. 

“I don’t think that’s an option,” grabbing her hands. “Have you seen you?”  

Pulling her to me, I wrap one arm around her waist, still holding her other hand. Starting to sway and twirl her around the living room, watching her loosen up and smile. 

“I’m dreaaaming of a whiiiite Christmas.” I quietly sing to her as she giggles, “Just like the ones I used to know.”

I continue to hum the song, slowly swaying with her in the dimly lit living room. Spinning her away from me but quickly bringing her back and dipping her low, watching the smile pull at the corners of her lips, I just hold her there for a moment. We both just gazed at one another, finally pressing my lips gently against hers. I still get butterflies from her kiss even after all this time. 

Placing a few kisses across her cheeks, sneaking one behind her jaw, and trailing down her neck, I scoop her up bridal style and bring her over to the couch. I set her down gently, continuing to press soft kisses into her neck and collarbone, trailing towards the opening of my robe. Carefully, I pull the small bow apart, causing the robe to open a bit more. 

“Oops,” I whisper, glancing up at her as she lets out a small laugh at the gesture. I hold the edges of the robe between my fingers, eyes still locked on hers.

“May I?” I ask quietly. 

“Yes, baby, please.”

Immediately, I move the robe off of her breasts, unable to hold in the groan just from the sight of them. Gently, I move my hands to each one, squeezing them softly before running my thumbs over her already peaked buds, eliciting a little hum from her. I lean back down, pressing my lips to her sternum first, then hovering over her left breast. Blowing a small stream of air at her excited nipple, I see the goosebumps creep in. I let the very tip of my tongue make contact. Hearing her moan, I wrap my lips around her. Kitten licks while I’m still palming her other breast, carefully rubbing my thumb over and around her. The small pop as I pull my lips away from her, moving to the other side. 

I stop just for a second, moving the rest of the robe off of her body. Seeing the woman I love laid out in all her glory, the dim lights from our Christmas tree, she looks like a dream. 

Running my hands down her sides, I hold her waist for a second as I take her in. 

“You’re so beautiful, honey,” I say lowly.

Gently placing my hands on her thighs and pushing them apart, I’m practically drooling. Merry Christmas to me, damn. I kiss my way up her thighs, into the crease where her legs meet her hips. I can’t help the smile that creeps onto my face as I lean in to press my lips against her clit, which I’m sure is screaming for attention. The contact alone made her jump, which made my smile wider. 

I flatten my tongue against her, licking a wide stripe up to her clit.

“Baby, please,” she whines, and who would I be to not please her? 

Sucking and licking at her slowly hardening clit, I reach up with my left hand palming her breast, lightly playing with her nipple, giving her as much stimulation as I can. 

I’ve been holding her thigh with my right hand until I feel her lightly tap me. Gazing up at her, she glances at my hand quickly. 

“Mmm,” I murmur into her, “is this what you want, honey?” 

I run my middle finger down her, stopping where she wants it most. The moan that came from her as I pushed into her sent a chill through my body. I push until my ring stops me, the cool metal hitting her skin must have felt nice because she shivered once it made contact. I start pumping my finger into her, searching for the spot that makes her crazy, I go back to kissing and lightly dancing my tongue around her clit. The sweet sounds coming from her egging me on, encouraging my hand to move faster. 

I move my hair out of my face with my free hand, trying to keep it from getting in the way, I should have pulled it up before I did this, she loves it when I do. Feeling her gently reach down, grabbing at my hair, I smile into her. 

“Feel good?” I ask, but I’m met with the sounds of her breathing. She had her eyes tightly shut and her mouth slightly open; my sweet girl was in heaven. 

I don’t know what came over me, but I carefully grab her thighs and pull her to the edge of the couch so I can kneel on the floor. I place her legs over my shoulders, pulling her aching cunt to me. 

Running my middle and ring finger through the pooled arousal, bringing it back up to her clit. Tight, fast circles on her sensitive little bud, causing a slew of sounds to pour from her. 

“Oh my god, Jacob.” 

Adding a bit more pressure, I can see it building up as her jaw slacks even more. Squeezing her inner thigh with my free hand, I feel her starting to squirm. 

“Let it out, honey.” I let the pet name linger on my tongue. 

I can tell she’s right there; just needs a little bit of help. I go back to lapping at her swollen clit, while my middle and ring finger slide down through her, teasing her. Knowing she would never ask but also that she enjoys the feeling, I slip just my middle finger into her, quickly pulling back to slide both fingers down her wet center before lightly making contact with her ass. We haven’t explored that part of sex, but anytime I’d accidentally touch her there, she didn’t sound mad about it. 

I don’t go too far with it, but some soft touches just to get her going even more. I bring my fingers back up, plunging them into her. Moving my hand at a steady pace, her hips keep trying to buck at the friction. I placed my left hand on her lower stomach and added a bit of pressure to keep her in place. 

“Jacob– fuck, oh my- oh my god-”  

“Come for me,” I tell her.

Curling my fingers up, pressing them against the most sensitive spot. I continue to move faster and faster, feeling her tighten around me. 

“Give it to me, honey.” I groan. “Wanna hear you.” 

I feel her finally let go before her body starts to shake with a string of ‘oh my god’ and little moans coming from her. I only slow my pace down once I feel her start to become overstimulated. 

Peppering kisses over her stomach, pulling myself back up to look at her, I’m met with her hands grabbing the sides of my face to plant a kiss on me. Giggling into the kiss because she’s quite possibly the best gift I’ll ever get, whether she knows that or not. 

“Let me clean myself back up so we can get going,” I tell her. 

“But–” she sounds confused. “What about you, baby?” 

I stand up, looking down at her sweet, confused little face, and lean down to place a kiss on her forehead. 

“I can wait,” I tell her. While backing up, I chose to lay it on thick. “Don’t wanna ruin you before we have to go hang out with family. That can be a gift for later, don’t you think?” I shoot her a little wink before turning into the hall.

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I made myself a second cup of coffee and sat on the couch, waiting for my beloved. Scrolling mindlessly on my phone until I feel a little tap on my shoulder. 

Stood there, fiddling with her red plaid skirt, her silky deeper red long-sleeve button-up tucked neatly into it. Very Charlotte of her. 

“Does this look okay?” She asks, her voice quiet. 

“You always look gorgeous. Of course, it looks okay.” 

Grabbing at her hand and running my thumb across her knuckles, I know what will help. 

“I have something for you to open, actually,” reaching into the secret pocket of my jacket, “You’ll understand why I’m giving it to you now.” 

Pulling out the small box, her eyes go wide. 

“Jacob-“ 

“No no no no no, it’s not that.” I really should have put it in a different box. 

She takes the box from me, carefully untying the ribbon I had neatly wrapped around it. The little springs creak on the box as she opens it, letting out a small gasp as her eyes light up. 

“Is this,” she pulls out a dainty gold chain necklace with a small piece of rose quartz dangling in the middle of it, “Oh, I love it” 

Holding my hands out to take the necklace from her, she hands me the ends and turns around excitedly. She pulls her hair out of the way so I can clasp it together and turn her back around. 

“You seemed drawn to it before,” I tell her, “And now, you will think of me.” 

She can’t help the laugh, “Jacob!” Lightly pushing my shoulder before leaning up to give me a sweet kiss. Lingering after she pulls away, she looks all over my face. 

“Actually..” she whispers against my lips, “I have a request,” placing another quick kiss on me. Running her hands through my hair, landing on the back of my neck, now she’s laying it on thick. I look down at her, her eyes twinkling in the light. 

“What’s that?” I asked, matching her volume. 

“Do you think you could change into your red sweater so we can match?” She says quietly and quickly with a smile plastered across her face, what a little shit. 

“No can do, Red,” I tell her. Watching her face falter a bit, I glance over to the door and see the pile of coats and scarves. 

I walk over, digging through everything to pull out a scarf in a similar plaid pattern as her skirt. 

“I’ll settle for this,” I say, setting the scarf around me, “does that work?” 

She nods ‘yes’ with a small giggle, walking over to put on the coat that I have held out for her.

I let her out the door first, grabbing all our gifts on my way out. I turned to her after locking the door with my arm held out. She wraps her hand around my bicep, looking up at me. I can’t believe she’s mine. 

“Ready for merriment, my fair maiden?” I can’t shake this English accent, but the look on her face every time I pull it out is worth it. 

“Only with you, Captain.” 

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An Obsidian Eden - Chapter 16 - The Morty٫ The Rick٫ and The War Drones

Hey guys٫ heres another smut excerpt chapter from my Rick Sanchez fan fiction - above picture is an edit of Rick and my self insert OC Aurora٫ whom this fic follows.

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Warnings: (18+ only minors DNI), NSFW, 3-4k word count, fem reader, self- insert OC character, p in v, Rick Sanchez with feelings, big dick Rick, degradation a bit, rough sex, praise kink, marking kink, choking, orgasms, cream-pie, fingering, nipple play, manhandling, calling him God, age gap I guess٫ love٫ dirty talk٫ relationship Rick

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Rick had Aurora propped up on the porcelain bathroom sink, legs apart as he kissed her senseless. He made a note in his head that Aurora’s skin tone almost matched that of the sink she was sitting on, beautifully porcelain and just as soft and spotless. His hands were now snaking their way up her skirt to find a home on her wide٫ curvy hips for a short moment. He squeezed them gently, hooking his thumbs diligently under the waistband of her panties before beginning to pull them down and off systematically. His lips didn’t leave hers until her panties were dangling by her ankles unfortunately caught on the zipper of one of her signature thick, black, combat boots. When he finally did break their kiss, he bent down swiftly to yank her black lace panties all the way off, placing them inside his right front pants pocket. She wasn’t getting them back either he thought before re-locking lips with her and placing his hands back under her skirt.

The music bumping loudly outside the door quickly shifted genres from the rap music that had been playing all night so far and they both could hear Nine Inch Nail’s “Closer” begin playing loudly throughout the house, echoing now in the bathroom. How fitting, Rick thought as he continued to kiss Aurora like his life depended on it, her lips so soft and malleable against his. She was moaning softly now against his mouth as he traced small circle patterns on the insides of her thick, plush thighs and he wanted nothing more than his cock to be buried to the hilt between those thighs in her sinfully tight pussy. Had he not hurt her feelings earlier, he absolutely would already be inside her, but he wanted to make up for hurting her in a more sensual way first. He was going to worship her body and apologize to her deeply with a love note written on her clit with his tongue.

He flipped her black skirt up onto her hips where it pooled in the spaces between her thighs and hips - he had heard Summer refer to that spot as the thigh-brow once and he felt as if that was a fitting name as any. He got down on his knees in front of her, kissing his way down her thighs as he held her hips roughly in place to the sink. He spread her legs even farther apart, throwing one over his shoulders as he buried his face between her thighs delicately to work his magic on her core with his tongue. Her hands went to his wild hair where they pulled gently as he could hear small, soft moans erupting from her perfect, pouty lips. He fucking loved the way she tasted, so sweet and delectable. He couldn’t quite explain it, but she had always tasted faintly of pancake syrup and it was no secret how much he loved pancakes. He enjoyed giving head in general, just about as much as he enjoyed receiving it, but the way Aurora tasted paired with the way she sounded as she came undone - made him all the more happy to do it especially for her.

In fact, he loved pleasuring her with his tongue. He was obsessed with the way she bucked her hips to ride his face and he couldn’t help, but notice how his cock was so hard now that it was uncomfortably scraping up against the zipper of his pants. Fuck, was she was killing him and he achingly longed to be inside of her with each stroke of his tongue against her sensitive nub. Her moans were growing louder now and he didn’t even care that people could possibly hear her unraveling for him in here, actually, he hoped they did because she was all his - every single bit of her. He wanted people to know that she belonged to him, even if they had no label and they weren’t entirely official, he wanted the world to know that Aurora came undone so beautifully for no one, but him.

“Oh my God - Rick - I’m so c-close.” She moaned, her hands gripping his hair even tighter now. He already knew, before she had even said it because he had it down to a science what exactly and how long it took to push her over the edge.

He loved when she called out to God because he knew that she was talking about him and he absolutely got off on it in a narcissistic kind of way, but he knew she didn’t mind. Despite the fact that he had a God kink, he would have gladly worshiped Aurora like she was a Goddess - his own little Persephone, her immaculate beauty unlike anyone else he had or would ever fuck. He had quite the body count too of course - he had been a lot of places, fucked a lot of people and despite all the people he had encountered, not a single one of them paled in comparison to Aurora in his eyes. Not even Unity.

One of his hands left Aurora’s hips to push two of his long fingers inside of her, curling them delicately to stroke the raised, bumpy flesh of her g-spot as he pumped them in and out of her slowly. She was wriggling underneath his touch now as he picked up the pace with his tongue and he could tell that it wouldn’t be too much longer now before she would be moaning his name and begging him to get inside of her. It was almost like divine intervention the way that after he thought that, her pussy started to pulsate around his fingers and she started to moan endlessly above him.

“Rick.” She moaned, coming completely undone. She grabbed his hair harshly, pulling him out from between her thighs to bring him up to her face again - kissing him as hard as she could.

Rick was taken aback by how fiercely she had kissed him as she was usually so much more soft٫ submissive٫ and delicate with how she presented herself sexually, but he wasn’t opposed to this new side of her at all. He knew that she could taste herself all over his lips and that made his cock even harder, if that was even possible - god damn he thought as his dick was like concrete at this point as it ached for every single part of her.

“Fuck me Rick, fuck me please, fuck me like you hate me.” She begged, grabbing the collar of his lab coat and whispering it into his ear before taking his ear lobe between her teeth for just a moment before releasing it and staring into his eyes.

He wasted no time in unbuckling his belt, his zipper flying down in the process. He had his cock in one hand and grabbed her neck roughly with the other, pulling her in close to him so he could whisper in her ear;

“I’ll fuck you baby, I’ll fuck you fucking senseless, but make no mistake that I will never, ever hate you.” He growled, his hand tightening around the sides of her neck as she let out a small moan and a mousey “please” in response and fuck was he concerned that he might turn into a puddle for her right then and there.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” He said as he maneuvered his cock to the entrance of her bare, wet pussy - waiting for her to beg for him one last time before he could finally bury himself within her.

“Rick, please.”

There it was, what he was waiting for and he gave her a small smirk before reattaching his lips to hers and began pushing himself all the way inside of her, hearing her gasp from the size stretching her out like she always did. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol or maybe the drugs that he had taken throughout the night, but he could feel himself be smacked with an overwhelming rush of love and affection towards the beautiful, whimpering woman beneath him. He broke their kiss to watch as his dick disappeared and reappeared from her depths as he rhythmically thrusted in and out of her - her pussy gripping his cock like it didn’t want to let him go.

He bottomed out, cumming inside of her as he laid his forehead gently against hers, both of them out of breath as they held each other.

“I’ll never get tired of that.” He grinned, rubbing his nose affectionately against Aurora’s causing a small smile to creep across her ruby tinted swollen lips.

“Me either, fuck - please help me clean myself up.” She begged as he pulled out of her tortuously slowly before pulling his pants up and re-tucking his shirt.

“Oh come on - you don’t want me running down your thighs for the rest of the night?”

“Are you saying we’re done for the night?”

“As fucking if, I could be be buried in that pussy all night baby, you know that.”

“Then help me by grabbing me a towel from that cabinet.” She pleaded, legs still spread wide open as she sat on the edge of the sink.

“I have a better idea.” Rick smiled devilishly, sliding to his knees once more to attach his mouth to the fountain between her legs, lapping up any and all mixed bodily fluids.

He looked up at her through his eyelashes as he feasted upon her folds as if she was his last meal and his dick got uncomfortably hard again as he seen her head back٫ eyes rolled٫ and mouth open releasing small moans in pleasure. She didn’t tangle her delicate hands in his hair this time٫ but rather white knuckled the edge of the sink as he worked his tongue around her clit now.

“Rick٫ please - someone is going to need this bathroom.”

“Fuck ‘em٫ I was in prison and I missed the sweet taste and feeling of this perfect pussy every goddamn day - they can go use Squanchy's other bathroom or maybe a fucking bush outside like normal fucking drunks.” He hummed٫ hovering over her sleekness as he spoke before taking two fingers and shoving them inside of her roughly - a gaspy moan erupting from her throat in response.

“Rick.”

“What is it٫ Aurora?”

“Please٫ don’t stop.”

“Thought you’d see it my way٫ such a little slut for me aren’t you?”

She mewled a small “mhm” in response٫ grinding her hips up against his face as he continued to bring her to the edge and back every few seconds - the denial almost becoming painful for her as he held her harshly to the edge of the sink by her right hip. Aurora was growing impatient with Rick’s antics though and thought of a devious plan to not only get what she wanted٫ but woo Rick in the process. She shuffled under his touch a bit٫ his grip on her hip loosening up enough for her scoot away from him. He stood up confused by the sudden interruption and she used this as an opportunity to tackle him - him catching her in his arms as her arms and legs snaked around his body tightly.

He was taken aback by her sudden defiance٫ but placed his hands underneath her ass to support her weight as he not so gently slammed her perfect body up against the wall. He could see her tits bouncing from behind their long sleeve prison and grabbed ahold of the collar harshly enough to pull it down. Just enough to where her bra-less٫ pierced tits were now on full display to him and Jesus fucking Christ were they beautiful. He dipped his head down, pulling one of her already hard nipples between his lips where he suckled intensely and teased her with his tongue٫ one of his hands reaching out from under her to twist the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He simply wanted to devour her whole body and not only with his touch٫ but his eyes too. He almost wished that he could take pictures of her during these moments so he could remember how beautiful she was when she was a glutton under his touch٫ but he didn’t need them when he could have the real thing whenever and wherever he wanted it.

He thought back to the night he turned himself in at the Plim Plom Tavern and how he had fucked her brains out in that bathroom then too٫ promising not to drop the soap or fuck anyone else in that dirty federation prison. He didn’t either٫ keeping his promise to her; it was honestly hard to fuck other people when he knew they weren’t going to be anywhere near the same level of perfect at taking his dick the way Aurora was. He didn’t even want to fuck Unity anymore and they could be anyone he wanted them to be٫ but that didn’t matter to him because they couldn’t compare to his Rory no matter who they assimilated.

Rick unbuckled his pants again٫ Aurora pushing them with her legs off his hips just enough for his very hard dick to spring free٫ slapping her with a loud “smack” as it was freed from its own denim prison. He hoisted her up against the wall just enough to lower her till his dick was buried all the way inside of her - her soft٫ spongy flesh somehow feeling even better than it had just 15 minutes short minutes ago. He adjusted himself to where he had one hand gripping her throat to the wall and the other was still supporting her weight on one of her perfectly round ass cheeks. He began to thrust up into her at an unforgiving pace٫ him noticing the mascara streaks on the apples of her pink hued cheeks now. He felt an unfamiliar twinge of pain or maybe it was guilt as he realized those streaks were from her crying earlier and not from their sexcapade in this bathroom.

He removed his hand from her throat and instead used it to caress her face gently٫ his thumb running over the black streaks littering her face as if he was checking to see if they were real. Her big٫ large doe eyes were looking up at him as he furrowed his brow in worry at her. She was so delicate٫ so fragile despite her bad bitch goth persona and he was actually worried that he would one day destroy her. Not in a fun٫ sexual way either. His mind wandered to how he didn’t want to hurt her anymore and he thought that maybe the best course of action would be to break whatever this was with her off٫ but he didn’t know if he had it in him to do so. He actually really did love Aurora and knew for a fact that he probably didn’t have the strength to let her go.

He was still fucking her as his mind raced through what he should do٫ it taking longer than usual for him to come because he was preoccupied mentally with a different dilemma. She was still writhing against him in pleasure٫ her hands gripping him with an extreme tightness that let him know that she herself was close to orgasm. He was good at putting on a good poker face and was glad she couldn’t tell anything was amiss٫ he really didn’t want to have to lie to her and he would have to if she asked what was wrong. He soon pulled out of her٫ setting her down gently to the floor as he milked his cock into shooting thick ribbons of his cum into the sink near by - him pulling his pants up again and cleaning the mess from the sink by turning on the water for a few seconds.

He kissed Aurora’s temple as she adjusted her top and skirt to look less disheveled before she looked into the mirror and gasped at her mascara streaked face and her wild sex hair. He watched her intently as she hurriedly fixed her appearance even though he thought that it didn’t matter much because she looked beautiful either way. He wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head on top of hers as he looked at them in the mirror and couldn’t help٫ but think how good they looked together.

“I love you.” He murmured٫ watching a smile creep across Aurora's beautiful face as he said it.

“I love you Aurora٫ you gorgeous٫ delicate٫ little flower you.” He hummed again٫ her turning to reach up and pull his mouth to hers - pressing their foreheads together as she broke away.

“What kind of flower am I to you٫ Rick?”

“Of course you’re a magnus flower from The Forbidden Zone٫ deadliest٫ but most beautiful flower in the galaxy.” He replied٫ kissing all over the sides of her face as he awaited her response.

The flower he was talking about was a large٫ hibiscus like flower that was often poached and synthesized for either poison or an additive to multiple of the galaxies most potent drugs. It was a black flower that shined with a purple overlay٫ just as aesthetically beautiful as it was dangerous - there were even rumors that some sub species had cross pollinated and grown sentient overtime٫ but that was yet to be anything more than just a theory. This flower was not only one of the most beautiful things Rick had ever seen٫ but the minute he had stumbled upon it some odd years ago٫ he immediately thought of Aurora. Aurora was also a deadly force of nature when she wanted to be٫ but her beauty over shined her poison just like the magnus flower.

“Awe wow٫ that was actually r-really nice of you٫ t-thank y-you.” She stammered٫ her cheeks blushing wild with pink as she struggled to get her sentence out without stuttering nervously.

“I have my moments.”

“Rick?”

“Yes٫ love o’ mine.”

“Are we - is this? Are we finally together?”

“Is that what you want?”

“Well٫ I thought it was kind of obvious-”

“Then yes٫ we are whatever you want us to be.”

“Okay٫ good because we are absolutely fixing this eye sore of a bald spot tomorrow officially as a couple.” She beamed٫ her doe eyes lighting up at Rick as she said the words “as a couple”.

“Hey٫ it adds character.”

“No٫ it doesn’t - oh٫ and I love you too.”

“Took you long enough to say it back٫ christ.”

She giggled at him٫ his lips kissing a heart pattern all over her forehead now.

“We should probably get back. Ya know before they start to wonder where we are.” She said٫ grabbing his hand in hers as she started to walk towards the locked door.

“Oh٫ trust me they know where we are.”

“Was I really that loud?”

“Well٫ you weren't exactly quiet Ror.”

He rolled up his lab coat sleeves and walked over to the door unlocking it before opening it and gesturing her out first.

“After you٫ m’lady.”

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Give Me Something Beautiful

Summary: Morrigan's ordinary life takes an extraordinary turn when Noah Sebastian, the lead singer of Bad Omens, stumbles upon her quaint little shop adorned with her captivating photography. Intrigued by her talent and drawn to her genuine spirit, Noah invites Morrigan to capture the essence of his band's concert through her lens. Their initial friendship blossoms into a deep and meaningful connection as they spend time together, fueled by their shared love for art and music. Despite their challenges as their worlds collide, Morrigan and Noah navigate the complexities of fame and intimacy, ultimately finding solace and strength in each other's arms. Through their journey from strangers to lovers, they discover that amidst life's chaos, true beauty lies in the simple moments shared between two souls destined to be together.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OC

Content Warning: Heavy making out (finally), lots of touching.

Word Count: 2964

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Chapter Nine

Waking to a persistent buzzing by my head, I groggily checked the time—it was eight in the morning. Fortunately, our next venue was only an hour away, granting me the luxury of more sleep. A knock interrupted my efforts as I fumbled to hit the snooze button. Sighing, I tossed my pillow over my head, hoping to deter the visitor. Yet, as expected, they persisted. Reluctantly, I shuffled to the door, opening it to find Jolly with a to-go cup of coffee, which he thrusts towards me as a peace offering.

I take the cup, giving Jolly a tired smile. "Thanks," I mumble, the aroma of coffee instantly awakening my senses.

Jolly grins back, his eyes bright with energy. "I thought you could use it after last night," he chirps. My cheeks slightly turn pink, but I push the thoughts away, understanding that he meant how late we all stayed up. "Also," he begins, "I know this morning was supposed to be a sleep-in morning, but we got scheduled for a last-minute interview before our photoshoot. The others are heading out that way, but I thought you would like to join us."

After considering Jolly's invitation, I nod in agreement. "Sure, I'll join you guys," I reply, mustering up some energy.

Jolly's grin widens. "Great! I'll wait for you downstairs," he says before bounding down the hallway. I could get dressed quickly thanks to Jolly’s coffee, which he brought me. Given the excitement of last night's event, I decided to go all out to catch Noah’s attention. I wore my black skirt that stopped mid-thigh, fishnets with a snake pattern, and then settled for a nice solid black U-neck long-sleeved shirt paired with my favorite boots. Grabbing my camera and a cross-body bag, I head to the lobby, where I meet Jolly. He gives me a small smile, and we make our way to the car together.

The journey to the interview and photoshoot spot passed swiftly, with Jolly's company, his jokes breaking the silence and making the trip enjoyable. As we traveled, I opened up to Jolly, eventually feeling comfortable enough to confide in him about the unexpected kiss with Noah. His attentive listening and reassuring presence provided me with the support I needed at that moment. Jolly's understanding and encouragement were a balm to my nerves, easing the weight of the situation and allowing me to breathe a little easier.

As we arrived at the location, a wave of nerves washed over me. Jolly noticed and gave my wrist a reassuring squeeze. To my surprise, Kristina and her team were already there. Excitedly, I waved down Kristina, and when our eyes met, I could see a mix of emotions in her expression—happiness and concern. Slightly confused, she met me halfway and smiled at me.

“Morrigan, it’s great to see you,” she exclaims while looking past me. I smile back at her.

“It’s great to see you, too! It’s a nice surprise to see you!” I said excitedly. Her attention was still focused on whatever was happening behind me. I turned to look, but she hesitantly stopped me.

“Why don’t you follow me to look at the photoshoot area?” she asks. I nodded and followed her.

As she explained what would happen during the shoot, I heard a laugh that caught my attention. I looked to my right and saw Noah leaning forward, talking to a girl across the room. My heart stopped for a minute, feeling confused and hurt. Not focused on where I was walking, I ran into someone and caused them to drop something, causing it to shatter. Noah looked up, and we made eye contact, his expression a mix of shock, confusion, and sorrow. The girl noticed Noah looking past her, so she turned around. 

It felt like time had stopped when I saw it was Noah’s ex. As she and I made eye contact, she smiled maliciously. I quickly turned my attention to the mess I had made, my lip quivering. “I am so sorry,” I said, trying to hold back tears. As I helped pick up the broken pieces, I cut my hand. “Fuck,” I hiss loudly in pain. Noah was by my side, checking my hand the next thing I knew. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, concerned. Head dizzy from the situation, all I could do was nod. I look up at Kristina, but she looks away, unable to meet my gaze. Noah’s ex stands beside her and whispers something in her ear that makes her shake her head. Noah puts his finger on my chin and turns my attention to him. “Hey, are you sure? The cut looks pretty bad,” he states.

“It doesn’t look too bad to me; I just think you’re exaggerating,” the girl said. She then pulls Noah off of me, giving me room to stand up. “Hi, I’m Jade. It’s nice to meet the girl that Noah was bragging about on stage,” she said with an unsettling smile. I shake her hand with my good one, then promptly look at Noah. He wouldn’t meet my gaze; instead, he excuses himself and heads toward the boys, who seem to be just as concerned. Jolly gives me a knowing look before he glares at Noah.

Feeling confused and hurt, I watch as Noah walks away without a word. His actions leave me feeling abandoned and alone in the midst of the chaos. Jade’s unsettling smile lingers in my mind, adding to the discomfort of the situation. Jolly's glare at Noah speaks volumes, conveying his disapproval of Noah's behavior.

As the commotion settles down, I take a moment to compose myself, trying to set aside the hurt and concentrate on the task after getting my hand cleaned and wrapped. Despite the tension in the air, I know that I need to stay strong and carry on with the shoot. As the boys settle for their interview, I get my camera ready. As I approach them, I notice Jade fixing Noah’s hair. Jealousy starts to run its course through my veins. I swallow hard, pushing down the insecurity and jealousy that threaten to overwhelm me. Reminding myself to stay professional, I approach the group with a forced smile, ready to capture the moments of the interview.

“Morrigan, take a picture of us!” Jade exclaims excitedly. All the boys, except for Noah, look at me with confusion, while Jolly regards me with concern. I give them a slight smile and focus on the task. Noah looks embarrassed but quickly masks it when Jade places her hand on his chest. Reluctantly, I took their picture. Jade runs over to me to check it, cooing over the shot and motioning for Noah to see it.

With my eyes trained on the ground, Noah makes his way over to us. Without looking at him, I hand him the camera. “Aren’t we just the cutest, baby?” Jade asks Noah. My heart breaks even further as I hear him respond.

“Yeah,” he says. I glance up and notice he is staring at me. We make eye contact for a split second before I take my camera back and head over to the other boys, trying to hide the pain in my eyes. Trying to distract myself from the situation, I sit between Jolly and Folio, turning the camera towards us to take pictures. Once I'm done, I move over to Nick. As I go to sit down next to him, he pulls me onto his lap and leans in towards my ear.

“Play along. Jolly and I have a plan to show Noah that he’s messing up,” he whispers. My cheeks flush as I glance over and see Noah watching us with an unreadable expression. Suddenly, Nick presses his lips to my temple and snaps a picture of us. Noah's gaze intensifies as he witnesses the kiss. The air is thick with tension, but I do my best to stay composed.

Nick hands the camera back to me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re doing great,” he murmurs, reassuringly squeezing my arm. I smile, grateful for his support. As the interview begins, I move around the set, taking shots of the boys as they answer questions and joke around. Noah's eyes follow me, and I can sense his growing agitation.

During a break, Jolly pulls me aside. “You’re doing great,” he says with a wink. I nod, trying to muster confidence. When the interview resumes, Noah seems distracted, glancing my way every few minutes. I catch him staring a few times, and each time, he quickly looks away, a troubled expression on his face. After the interview, the boys gather for the photoshoot. As Kristina moves the boys around and positions them, I notice Noah trying to catch my eye, but I ignore him. Instead, I take a few behind-the-scenes shots, focusing mainly on Nick, Jolly, and Folio. I can feel Noah's gaze on me, but I focus on the task, snapping photos of the other guys as they laugh and joke around.

Looking to my left, I see Jade glaring daggers at me, clearly annoyed by Noah's focus on me. In a moment of impulsive defiance, I lift my camera and take a picture of her. Her expression of surprise and anger is captured perfectly, and I can't help but feel a slight sense of satisfaction. I hear a few chuckles and glance to see Nick and Jolly laughing at what happened. Noah, noticing the laughter, looks over with a puzzled expression. Realizing she's become the center of attention for the wrong reasons, Jade tries to regain her composure.

"Alright, let's get back to the shoot," Kristina interjects, hiding a smile and bringing everyone's focus back to the photoshoot. She directs the boys into their following poses, and I take a deep breath, forcing myself to concentrate on my work. As the shoot progresses, Noah continues to steal glances at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. I do my best to ignore him, channeling all my energy into capturing the best shots of the band. 

During a brief break, Nick saunters to me with a sly grin. "You're handling this like a pro," he says, nudging me gently.

I nod, appreciating his support. "Thanks, Nick. It's just... a lot."

He nods in understanding. "Trust me, we see what's going on. Just hang in there." As Nick heads back to the boys, I head to the snack table, hoping to drown my sorrows in some food. I bend slightly to grab a small sandwich, feeling my skirt ride up slightly. Flustered, I quickly grab the sandwich and stand up. As I turned around, I noticed Noah staring right at me, his cheeks reddened and his gaze intense. His eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, everything else fades away. The noise of the photo shoot, the chatter of the crew—it all becomes a distant hum.

Noah makes his way over to me. “Morrigan,” he starts, his voice tinged with urgency and vulnerability. “Can we talk?”

I glance around, aware of Jade's presence and the crew's watchful eyes. "Now's not the best time, Noah," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.

“No, it is," he insists, closing the distance between us. "I need you to understand how I feel."

Before I can respond, Jade's voice rings out, dripping with false sweetness. "Noah, darling, we're ready for you."

He hesitates, torn between his duty and the need to resolve things with me. I give him a slight, reassuring nod. "Go. We'll talk later."

Noah reluctantly turns away, his shoulders slumping slightly as he heads back to the set. I watch him go, my heart heavy with unresolved emotions. As the shoot continues, I try to focus on my work, but my mind keeps drifting back to Noah. His intense stare and words replay in my mind, making concentrating hard. As the shoot concludes, I observe Noah heading in my direction, but he gets intercepted by Jade once more. Frustration wells up inside me as I let out a sigh and turn to join the rest of the boys by the door.

The journey to the venue was subdued, with everyone feeling exhausted and eager to proceed to the soundcheck. Fortunately, the soundcheck went smoothly without any hiccups. I felt relieved knowing that Jade was no longer around, which allowed me to relax and capture some fun moments during the soundcheck. After it was over, I took a stroll through the hallways to familiarize myself with the venue layout, ensuring I would know my way around during the concert. As I walked past the dressing room, the door opened, and I was pulled inside. 

With the sound of the door closing and locking, Noah pushes me up against it, his forehead resting on mine. Instantly, his lips meet mine with passion and urgency. As the kiss intensifies, he lifts my left leg slightly, his hand moving up my thigh, slipping under my skirt. As his hand moves further up my thigh, I feel a rush of heat coursing through me. Despite the moment's intensity, a voice in the back of my mind urges caution. I gently push against his chest, breaking the kiss. 

"Noah, we need to take a step back," I whisper, my breath catching. He pauses, his eyes searching mine for a moment before nodding and resting his forehead on mine. We stand in silence, the air heavy with unspoken desires and emotions. "We also need to address what happened this morning," I state firmly. Noah takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them, I can see sincerity within them.

"I know," he replies softly, his voice tinged with remorse. "I apologize for what happened. I didn't handle it properly." He reaches out to gently cup my cheek, his touch tender. “What I did was foolish; I promise that nothing is happening between us. She just showed up with Kristina, and I didn’t know how to manage the situation. I was trying not to upset her because it would have made things worse." I focus my gaze anywhere but his, trying to process what he said.

“I know my apology doesn’t excuse what I did,” he stated earnestly. “But I just need you to understand how I feel. I realize that if you don’t accept my apology, I deserve that. But please know, Morrigan, it's only you that I have my eyes on. I won’t make that mistake again. It’s you and only you.” Noah's words hit me like a wave, and my breath caught in my throat. The sincerity in his voice leaves me speechless, emotions swirling within me.

With my mind made up, I moved my arms around his neck and brought his lips to mine. Giving him an equally passionate kiss as he first gave me. As he taps on the back of my thighs, I jump up and wrap them around his waist. He starts to move us to the couch, placing me on my back and towering on top of me. "I accept your apology, Noah," I manage to say breathlessly between our kisses, my heart pounding. Our teeth clashed as he fervently lifted my skirt and gripped my hips with urgency. A moan escaped my lips, fueling his desire even more.

There was a jiggle on the handle, followed by a knock on the door. Noah buried his face in the crook of my neck and groaned in frustration, his arousal evident through his pants. I breathlessly giggle and tap him on the shoulder. “Go into the bathroom; I'll get the door,” I whisper urgently. He chuckles as he swiftly makes his way into the bathroom, giving me space to handle the interruption. 

I quickly adjust my appearance and open the door, finding myself face-to-face with Folio. “Hey, are you okay? Why was the door locked?” he asks, his expression filled with concern. 

“Sorry about that. I needed a quiet space and a moment to myself. This felt like the safest place to be, and I didn’t want to be disturbed,” I explained with an innocent smile. Folio returned my smile with an empathetic one and gave me a quick hug, understanding my need for privacy.

“Do you need anything?” Folio asks kindly. I shake my head and thank him. He nods and then looks around the room. “Have you seen Noah anywhere? We need to strategize for tonight,” he states, his tone indicating a sense of urgency.

I shake my head, feigning confusion. “No, I haven’t. Have you tried checking if he’s outside? I thought I saw him heading in that direction earlier,” I suggest, trying to divert Folio's attention away from the bathroom where Noah is hiding. Folio shakes his head and, with a slight wave and thanks, makes his way to the exit. Sighing in relief, you close the door again and clear your throat. “You can come out now,” I said with a small laugh. Noah shuffles out awkwardly and adjusts himself, looking back to normal. He comes up and gives me a soft kiss. 

“I better go,” he says softly, looking into my eyes. 

“Yeah,” I answered back. With one last kiss, Noah slipped out of the room. I sank onto the sofa, feeling emotions swirling within me. Reflecting on what just happened, I can't help but feel a rush of warmth and excitement. My cheeks flushed as I replayed the moments in my mind, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. After several deep breaths, I left the room to prepare for the show. 

[peachymilkandcream]

Evelyn x Movie! William Afton Smutshot

(A/N: This has been hiding in my brain ever since I saw the movie, and I wasn't going to write this but one I get it out I figured the space this man is renting in my head will be vacant. He is such dilf energy and gives me Break Me Slowly Levi vibes. Obviously, this is totally not canon in any way shape or form, Evelyn is just my go to OC and persona so I just decided to use her. I just had to give into my demons. To repent for my sins of this I'll try and get a Break Me Slowly chapter up today. [Also I'm not totally fluent on all the lore so bear with me])

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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The restaurant was failing, the rumours surrounding those missing children had damaged his business almost beyond repair. While it was his own fault, William was too proud to admit it. Nothing was ever because of him, he was only responsible for the good that happened in the lives of him and his children.

His anger and frustration needed to be taken out on someone, and while he wanted it to be on Henry or another unsuspecting child, he needed to pace himself. If he did too much and got too greedy all that would get him is a prison stay and he'd never see his wife or kids again. After all the work he did to have all those things, he wasn't about to lose it.

William marched into the house, happy to see his wife Evelyn with their daughter Elizabeth on her hip. Four kids hadn't changed her body, and unlike him grey hadn't threatened to streak her hair. She looked just as beautiful as the day he married her, all those years ago when he had convinced her to marry him since he had gotten her pregnant.

Her whole life had become nothing but living under his thumb as a dutiful wife who lived to take care of the children he gave her and all of his needs. Slowly, he approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Without an ounce of emotion or barely and reaction she continues making whatever she was doing for dinner.

"Hello William."

"Evelyn." His hands snake up to her chest, squeezing slightly. When she brushes his hands away he just returns to grip them harder. "Don't you try it."

"William the children are here..."

"And they can see a loving married couple. I don't see a problem here. Think of it as a teachable moment."

"Please William, stop-"

He does, for a moment, taken aback by her sudden distaste to him. It wasn't something he was used to, and didn't like in the slightest. He straightens himself out and stares her down.

"Kids go to your room." His voice is stern and full of authority.

The two children quickly leave their seat and hurry to their room, the oldest, Micheal staying for a moment to collect Elizabeth from his mother. With them out of the way William turns back to Evelyn who stands there shaking with fear.

He does nothing for a few moments before his hand flies out and connects with her cheek, sending her reeling and holding the red spot starting to show. Before she can recover he grabs her roughly by the shoulders and pushes her over the counter, standing in between her legs.

"You think you have a right to just, order me around? I don't know where this sudden display of an attitude has come from but I can tell you I won't have it in my house!" He lifts the skirt of her dress up and over her hips, exposing her to him.

Evelyn sobs and holds onto the counter, begging him to stop because he's scaring her, as if pitiful pleas had ever stopped him from getting his way. Without a second thought he pushed all the way in her, causing her to moan in between a sob, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the counter to get away from him.

He held her firmly in place before moving inside her, knowing full well that there would be bruises on her hips for the next little while from the force he was exerting. It was her own damn fault though, if she quit fighting him all the time and remained his naive and pliable wife she wouldn't have this problem. He was only a little controlling, making her parrot whatever he tells her and making sure she believes his every word without question, that shouldn't be too much to ask.

"You brought this on yourself, you created this mess and now you have to deal with it. So stop that crying before I give you something to really cry about."

She bites her lip so hard it bleeds to keep the sobs at bay, while tears still poured down her cheeks at least now she was quiet. He could focus on the pleasure without her whining distracting him. Part of him wanted to give her another child to take care of so she could be even more tied down to him. However he knew that was foolish considering his current financial state, he wasn't too driven to do something stupid. For now that idea would have to wait.

Even with this in mind, he still pushed all the way in and came inside her. Once couldn't hurt, and her walking around full of him was enough to throw caution to the wind. If something happened they would make do and deal with it, plus the look on her face when she felt the hot liquid inside her made it all worth it.

He pulls out with a soft sigh, zipping up his pants. "Don't just stand there, go clean yourself up. I'll be in the basement."

William leaves her there shaking and processing what had just happened while he retreats to the basement to find a new way to save his business and reputation. Even if it means cutting a few people down along the way.