#OH MY GOD 1700 WORDS???

[amethystunarmed]

... I just wrote a fic in two days. Holy crap.

[jerseygirljasontodd]

I so seldom post because I get shy (hence why I ramble so deeply in tags... I have so many thoughts but so little backbone). BUT I've been reading Batman and Robin (2009) aka Dick and Damian's Batman and Robin run, and my GOD. I came across a page from when Bruce finally returns from being lost in time, that was just BEGGING to be used in a web weaving post. I think I have to make it, I really do. Oh Brucie Baby, oh "What Resembles the Grave But Isn't" by Anne Boyer, we're really in it now

[reve-writes]

—the set-up; kaz brekker.

ʚ kaz brekker x reader | grishaverse | 1,8k words. ʚ from this request. | three times the crows plan to set you and kaz up + the one time they find out you're married. ʚ fluff; the crows are featured (incl. wesper & helnik ship); kaz's touch aversion isn't featured. ʚ a/n this has been sitting in the drafts for a bit. ive been suffering down the leon brainrot hole (honestly an excellent one to fall into). kaz calls reader schatje (i have a fic where he does this. i chose schatje because ketterdam is loosely inspired from 1500s-1700s amsterdam!). i wrote this in a goofy way honestly.

one. he smiles.

Wylan fiddles with jars and tubes filled with an assortment of chemicals—some of them tend to explode, all of them horrible smelling. He's supposed to be on guard duty and he prefers it over running around guns blazing alongside Jesper—as much as he loves the sharpshooter, gunshots give him a lot of anxiety.

He peers into the room where most of the work is happening.

You are poring over stacks of documents, eyes scanning quickly top-to-bottom to find relevant information. Kaz has his ear pressed against the front of a safe, gloved hand twisting the lock. You move around him in the cramped office space with relative ease, grabbing more files to read on the desk.

It doesn't take long for the safe to swing open.

“No safe is safe from Kaz Brekker, the safe-cracker, huh?” you comment. A light, teasing smile decorates your lips.

“Please never say that sentence again.”

To Wylan's surprise, the ever-frowning Dirtyhands smiles. Not the half-hearted hospitable smile he occasionally gives out, or the scary half-sneer half-smirk that is so intimidating it scares even Wylan sometimes. No, a genuine, amused smile. It is so unnatural that he has to look away, a hand clasped over his mouth in shock.

When he tells Jesper, the taller man mirrors his reaction, dark eyes blown wide and jaw unhinged.

“He smiled?” Jesper gives an incredulous stare as if Wylan has just told him that he is a member of the Council of Tide—which is impossible with Wylan's lack of Grisha ability, let alone tidemaking. “He smiled over that?”

Wylan nods enthusiastically.

“We are talking about the same Kaz?”

“Are there any other Kaz that we know?” Wylan sighs.

“Well, no—”

“I think we have to proceed with the plan,” Wylan ponders. Jesper blinks widely.

“The plan?”

“Nina's plan!” Wylan looks at Jesper as if he's just gotten a strike of inspiration, hand in the air, pointing at nothing in particular. “Operation Kaz and ____. Remember?”

Jesper remembers. It was so ridiculous that it remains impossible to remove from his memory to this day, even though it was mentioned in passing.

Nina, flushed red from too many drinks, suddenly shoots her hand up, flailing it limply. The founder of the idea seems to have a plan ready to set in motion.

“We are the gods of love!” She drunkenly declares, free hand moves to tap Wylan's cheeks repeatedly. “And as the benevolent gods that we are, our first mission is them.”

Nina pushes Wylan's face towards you and Kaz, sat at the bar, deep in conversation. The rest of the Crows followed suit, realising Nina's suggestion. She stumbles over drunkenly and with little-to-no care on making it look as natural or accidental as she can, "trips" over her foot and falls forward.

You take the brunt of the force, being pushed forward that you fall onto Kaz. The latter glares at Nina, hand coming to your shoulder to steady you.

“My bad.... It seems I've lost my balance,” she slurs. “Oh! Would you look at that? The two of you would make quite a pair, don't you think so, Matthias?”

Matthias raises an eyebrow, already hauling Nina with him to get back to their table.

“Poor Helvar,” says Kaz simply, nudging you to get back on the barstool.

“He doesn't seem to mind,” you retort, noting Matthias' loving gaze as he escorts Nina.

It doesn't take long before the chaos settles, leaving you and Kaz, still engaging in conversation as the last patrons leave the Crow Club.

“We would make a good pair, huh?” You tease, reaching over to brush your hand against his, leather soft under your palm. “You think so?”

Kaz looks at you pointedly, tugging your left hand towards him, fingers pressing on the small diamond adorning your ring finger. “Would I have given you this, if I didn't?”

Smooth with his words without even trying. A trait you find both annoying and endearing after all the years you've been together.

“I mean you have a lot of diamonds lying around—”

“Schatje.”

“Yes?” All train of thought immediately halts on its tracks. The petname has a hold over you that he oh-so-often uses as leverage. You pout. “Stop distracting me.”

He smiles—soft and uncharacteristic, contradictory to the harsh rasp of his voice and the rough scars on his skin. He smiles a smile he reserves only for your eyes, and you're falling for it, a hundred times over.

two. the demjin.

You don't like when Kaz gets like this—all wrung up over a waivable matter. It reminds you a lot of what he had to be before, the things he had to do and what Dirtyhands actually stood for. Not at all akin to the Kaz Brekker you know—the one who immediately comes whenever one of your crew is threatened, the one who stays up with you as you wait for the rest of your little heist crew to return, the one who goes out of his way to collect little trinkets to bring home to you.

You are hurt, shallow cuts all over your body from a little dagger scuffle with a mercenary, but you're a member of the Dregs—this, you can take. A little Heartrender magic and some bandages, you will recover in no time.

“You're back.”

Kaz stops and you look over him to find his knuckles bloodied, hair stuck out of place and clothes disheveled.

“You're alright, schatje?”

His room at the Slat isn't big contrary to popular belief. He sinks into his chair with a huge sigh. You're watching him three steps away from the edge of his bed.

“What did you do?”

He shrugs, tugging his coat off. “Business.”

“You went after them.”

“It was one part of the business.” He pulls at his gloves, shedding them into the trash—too bloodied for him to bother cleaning. “Are you sure you're alright?”

You tuck your hands into your elbows, displeasure visible across your features. “Are you?”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“Kaz.”

“They deserved it,” he stubbornly says. “I had to make sure they know not to involve themselves with us. You understand. Besides, I'm alright.”

“I do understand,” you relent. It is business. The Barrell doesn't stop for poets or musicians or lovers, no, it thrives off of the back of violence, taking an eye for an eye. “I just wish that you were here when I woke up.”

His shoulders loosen and he is your Kaz again. Not the one molded by Ketterdam, birthed at its harbour. He's the man so in love that he will dry the seas for you if you say the word. Kaz takes your hands. They are warm on his skin and his heart swells.

“I am sorry, schatje.”

You kneel in front of him, leaning your elbows on his thighs to press a brief kiss on his lips. “Let's stay off business for a while.”

“Kaz?” A sound outside the door, followed by three raps. “Are you in there?”

“He is, Jesper. Give us a moment,” you reply.

You hear hushed whispers—both low voices, so you assume it's Wylan. Your suspicion is confirmed when the second voice sounds from behind the door.

“No, we—no, Jes—don't have anything urgent. We simply wanted to know if he is well. Take your time. We'll be going now.”

“Good night, Wylan,” you reply, immediately hearing fading footsteps soon after.

“Fifty kruge says they're already together,” says Jesper, out of your earshot.

Wylan rolls her eyes. “Fifty on them not dating yet.”

Jesper immediately clasps Wylan's hand with a loud “Deal!”

iii. the marketplace.

“Busybodies,” Kaz complained, walking a step behind you as you're treading through the Ketterdam food market. “They are not even hiding. In broad daylight. How have they never gotten caught before?”

“Kaz, my love.” You are trying not to laugh as you're picking and choosing fruits. “They usually do a better job on actual missions.”

They refer to your five lovely friends who have decided to tail you as you're coming down to the market. Kaz is the first to take notice—blurry figures moving erratically ten steps behind you.

“I should assign them something to do instead of... whatever it is they're currently doing.”

“They're curious.” You shrug, handing over a few slips of Kruge to the seller and leaving with your bag five apples heavier. “We've been acting suspicious lately. They'll find out soon enough.”

“I'll bet Inej finds out first.” Kaz nudges your fingers with his, taking the bag from you as he matches his step with yours. “The Wraith does a better job at spying.”

“My bet is Matthias.” An unlikely one. He's probably the least nosy out of the five.

Suddenly, you're pulled into a small nook, squuezed between buildings and he presses a kiss on your lips. One turns to two and you're smiling like a lovesick fool when he pulls away.

“We're being followed and you pull this?”

“Schatje, our pursuers are horrendously bad at this.” He shrugs, pulling away. You resume your trek through the market. “Look. They've lost us.”

iv. the marriage certificate.

“Fake IDs,” Kaz says, pointing at the towering Fjerdan. “You'll be collecting them from Anika.”

Matthias doesn't mind running errands, although he does think that he'll be better suited for physical fights other than fetching papers, but he doesn't argue. It seems he is doing more than simply fetching papers though.

“That is real?” He asks Anika, pointing at a marriage certificate she has on her desk. Marriage certificates are mundane enough not to warrant this type of reaction, but it is the name that shocks even him to the core. Kaz Brekker and you, married?

“As real as can be around here.” Anika scrambles to hide it away. “Here are your IDs. Don't tell anyone about it.”

In Matthias' defense, he doesn't end up telling just anyone. He tells Nina and Nina is the one telling everyone else. Within a week, every member of the Crows have known about it.

Wylan hands Jesper slips of fifty kruge, grumbling that this is unfair. Nina looks like spring has just arrived. Inej is probably the least reactive—but that is because she's already found out long before the others. She's the Wraith after all. Matthias is anxious. For all everyone knows, he is the one responsible for the news.

You strut into the dining room, seeing everyone gathered and raise an eyebrow.

“Why are you all here?”

“We want to ask—”

Before Nina can finish her sentence, Jesper blurts out. “You're married?”

You chuckle, shrugging. “You found out.”

“How long?”

“Kaz? Really?”

“How did that happen?”

A series of questions that you don't actually answer. You stand there, leaning on the back of one of the wooden chairs situated in the room—remorseless to your very core.

“Ask him about it.”

That ends the discussion. None of them will actually ask him about it and even if any of them actually finds the courage to, the likelihood of Kaz answering anything that's not a sarcastic remark or a threat is close to none.

“How did you find out anyway?”

Everyone points towards Matthias and to the Fjerdan's horror, Nina's pointer finger finds him, too.

You only smile, silently planning to brag to your spouse that you've won your bet.

[ ].

[oh-look-at-her]

"I can do....terrible things to you."

Pairing: agardian!reader x Loki

Warnings: profanity, PinV, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, use of pet names (Prince, princess, pet, dearest, etc), Loki is a warning in itself, degradation, mocking, name calling (just once I think), choking (for a little while), just smut in general

Author's note: I just wanted to say this is my first ever written fic so have mercy on me. I just really wanted to use that sentence from the Loki series🤭It was also supposed to be shorter...it did not keep to that. I also wanted to say that with the word "undergarment" I do not mean modern day underwear. I mean undergarment as in from the 1700's (like depicted in the photo underneath this text). Don't ask me why I decided to do that, I don't know. I think I've just been watching too much Outlander these last few days. Alr I'll stop my rambling now. I hope everyone enjoys♡

“Oh dear gods, another ball. How many of these are they going to organize?” Was my first thought when Thor asked me to go as his guest yet again the other day. I thought I wouldn’t be going.

And yet, here i am. Standing in a corner in the main hall of the majestic golden palace that the formerly mentioned prince calls home, with a glass of liquor in one hand and a small snack i grabbed from a faraway table in the other. Though i did want to support Thor in his victories of the week, that was not the true reason i came to another loud party.

“Quite the partygoer lately. Tell me, is it just because you enjoy being around obnoxiously drunk people or are you trying to charm my dear brother?"

And there it is. The infamous Loki Odinson, prince of Asgard, God of mischief and lies, to the irritation of many people. I know I wouldn't mind him getting mischievous at all though....

I eat the little one-bite snack in hopes of it distracting me from my thoughts, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Loki keeps talking with a grin on his face and a sultry tone to his voice.

"If it is the latter, I suggest you stop, since he seems to have quite the interest in that other woman he's been eyeing all night."

I give him the best cocky look I can muster and answer back; "Thor does not have any interest in me and neither do I in him. He gets to ogle whoever he wishes, I thought you would know this, being his brother. Tell me, where is the sudden interest in your brother's love life coming from, dear prince."

"Oh please, a blind man would know he was shamelessly into her. Besides, how could I not be interested when my brother continuously invites the same woman to his... Celebrations."

He ogles me suspiciously, as if he doesn't believe I wasn't interested in that loveable blonde buffoon. I myself have a different type of God in mind. I opt to try and change his mind.

"Thor and I are friends. Why are you so interested in this?"

He hums dismissively and ogles the ongoing party.

"No interest in dancing?" he changes the subject.

"No, this dress is not a dancing type dress. Too tight and heavy. I should've opted for another, but it's too late now." he looked my dress up and down as I spoke, seemingly uninterested, though his tone of voice said otherwise.

"Well, beauty over functionality, isn't it? Seems as if you've succeeded in that area, at least."

My stomach flips and the corners of my mouth lift up into a faint taunting smile as I look up at him. "You think I look beautiful?"

He looks back at me, a faint trace of surprise tainting his expression. "Well yes, I wouldn't have said what i did if I did not think it. When have I ever been known to lie about my opinions, dearest?"

My mind jumps at the mention of the pet name and the compliment paired with it and although I tried to hide my surprise, the faint smirk on the God's face tells me enough. Nevertheless, I look at him with a playful light in my voice.

"Well, you are the god of lies. I would expect you to live up to this Title, as you do your other titles."

"Ah, and what titles are these, pray tell?" he asks as he looks at me with disdain, as if I offended him.

"Those of you being the god of mischief, as well as a relentless trickster. Though people say you usually can't do much harm." I chuckle at Sif's offensive words towards the prince of Asgard.

He chuckles with me, though I suspect because of something else, because his expression had turned darker, his gaze falling on mine again.

"Well, I assure you that I can do... Terrible things to you and anybody I wish."

He says in a low, dark voice, his unrelenting gaze catching the widening of my eyes and the heaving of my chest at his threatening words. Although his words do anything but scare me.

Is that a promise? I think to myself, my mind running wild with the different context his words could be said in.

He grins at me, still not letting his eyes wander from mine. "Do you want it to be?" he suddenly asks.

"What?" I manage to spurt out, shock and excitement having taken over my mind.

"Do you want it to be a promise?" he repeats his question with that same dark, knowing smile on his face.

Did I say that out loud? I'm certain I didn't.

"No, you didn't." he answers my thoughts once again and fear and embarrasment seep into my bones as I realize how he had known.

"How long have you been reading my mind?" I ask him with a shaky voice. He chuckles again, knowing he has the upper hand now. He drops his gaze to his shoulder gently touching mine. When did that happen?

"While you were inquiring why I was so interested in my brother's 'love life' as you put it."

Oh. My. Gods. He had seen and heard every single thing I had been thinking. How embarrassing. I wanted to dig a hole to Hel and stay there until I had melted into the fires forever.

"That's a bit dramatic." he tells me. I move away from him with a scowl, taking care that we didn't touch anymore so he couldn't read my mind any longer, but he already knew all of it. He had heard all my lewd thoughts about him and he thought it funny.

He still has that annoyingly handsome smirk plastered on his face as he gestures for us to move away from the busy crowd and into the halls that lead to various rooms. I decide to follow him. All the harm that could be done had already been done, so why not? He knew it all now. He is silent as we walk through the halls, muffled music still being heard from the party.

"You know, I would expect you to say something...." I trail off as he stops walking and opens a door we arrived at. He gestures for me to enter the room.

It is a lavishly elegant room, accents of gold layered the cream colored walls, a nightstand with multiple drawers and a bed with silky sheets line the left wall, while the other side of the room is dedicated to a roaring fireplace and two lounge couches in the same shade of green as the silk sheets on the bed. In the middle of the wall I am facing, there is a lavish balcony that had a beautiful view towards Asgard. Loki walks towards the bed and sits down on the golden bench in front of it.

I stay by the door, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would clear up the fact that we just entered (what I presumed is) his room without a word being said. He sighs and finally opens his mouth.

"Yes, you're right. I should say something." he pauses for a moment, looking me up and down, though this time not in a rude manner. No, this time it felt more like... Admiration. The God of Mischief and Lies is looking at me with admiration.

"You're a beautiful woman. I must say, I had my eye on you ever since you entered this castle for the first time. Though I thought my brother had claimed you for his own, due to him always inviting you to these gatherings. When you told me this wasn't the case, I decided to see if you were being truthfull or not. I must admit, it was an invasion of your privacy, but I do not regret it one bit."

He gestures for me to join him and sit next to him. I oblige and walked over to him, opting to stand due to the uncomfortability of my dress. He notices this and looked down with a smile gracing his lips.

"So yes, what I said is true. You are beautiful, though this dress could never do you justice. Plus, you seem incredibly uncomfortable in it."

I scoff at his words. "What, are you going to offer to take it off of me? I've heard that line a thousand times, it is not original. Besides, I very well think this dress makes me look exquisite. Why else would I wear it?"

"I did not say you didn't look beautiful in the dress. I am merely noting that it does not do you justice." he answers cockily

"And what would do me justice then, Prince?" I spit back at him, getting a little annoyed at his degrading tone, making my mind wander to unholy places once more.

His low chuckle echoes in my ears. Gods, that chuckle. It's so... Seductive.

"Won't tell, princess." the pet name surprises me. Sure, I had called him Prince, but he is a genuine Prince. I feigned nonchalance.

"Ah, there it is. Let me guess, you'd have to take off my dress to show me?" his playful expression turns into one of ice, filled with lust and seduction. It was a thrilling sight to see.

"You'd let me." he said, with full confidence, because he knew it was true. I didn't need to answer him as he stands and closes the small distance between us, making me look up because of his obnoxiously tall figure.

The playful twinkle in his eye had been replaced with something dark, possessive almost. My breath hitches in my throat as his hand ghosts up until it reached the dip of my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

And I let him.

His gaze was ice cold as he inspected my entire face and figure again. Gods, I love it when he does that. He dips his head until I feel his breath near my ear.

"I know." he whispers into my ear. This asshole was reading my mind any time he could, but even if i could stop him, I don't think i would. He lifts his head to look at me again, this time a devillish smirk is playing at the corners of his mouth again.

Please kiss me already.

I beg to myself and I know he heard it. He finally dips his head down to my lips, I part them as I desperately await his kiss. He doesn't kiss me yet, though. He chuckles at my sigh of frustration, though it sounds more like a whine than I had intended.

His amused and torturous gaze lands on my desperate one. "What is it, pet?" he whispers against my lips. So close.... He knows exactly what he's doing. Of course he does. I'd waited so long, stayed up so many nights because of the thought of him being this close. Or closer....

My eyebrows furrowed at the thought of these nights and I know he saw. I know he knows exactly what I'm thinking, but I don't care. I want him. And I'll have him.

"Will you, now? Last I checked, I'm the Prince here. You are under my command, are you not?" he outright laughs at my attempt to kiss him, get him closer to me in any way. He moves away from me, opting to move towards one of the lavish Green couches on the other side of the room. He looks at me over his shoulder while he did so, plaguing me, teasing me with the distance he's creating.

I stare at my hands, nervously playing with my fingers whilst trying not to grieve the loss of his touch. His hand on my waist, His chest pressing against mine, his lips so close to mine... I hear him walking around for a bit while I'm still fidgeting with my fingers, not daring to look his way unless asked.

"Don't get shy now, pet. Look at me." I lift my head to see him sitting comfortably on the couch, his fine asgardian leather suddenly having been replaced with a pair of comfortable looking black lounge pants and... No shirt.

He's trying to get under my skin, I know it. But I don't care one bit as I let my gaze travel along the impressive muscle tone of the Prince, trailing from his shoulders to his chest, from his chest to his toned abs, from his abs to that perfect V-shape that's only disrupted by the thin fabric of his pants.

I let my eyes wander further up now, admiring the strong biceps and, Gods, those perfectly veiny arms. And finally those hands...i could stare at them all day, just the sight of them makes me almost want to drool.

He's so perfect. And he knows it as I finally meet his icy gaze and that same goddamn smirk that made my heart freeze and my hands tremble.

He knows it when he gestures for me to walk towards him and close the distance he so painstakingly created just a minute ago.

He knows it when he stands before me, pulling at the strong threads that were holding my dress together, making the first layer of my dress fall to the ground.

He knows it when he carefully unties my corset with gentle patience, unlacing it with his slender fingers and finally taking it off of me.

He knows it when I'm standing before him in my undergarment, looking me up and down, not with just hunger or lust, but with adoration and relief. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide my body, even showing off my nipples that had hardened due to the cold night air.

And gods, does he know it when he guides my arms to lay on his shoulders, peppering tender kisses onto every inch of skin he can find, pulling me closer and finally granting me the kiss I had been longing for ever since I had seen him for the first time.

His lips capture mine so perfectly in a dance of passion, not at all what I had expected from a God of mischief. I had expected something feral, completely driven by lust. Hel, I'm not sure I even expected him to outright kiss me. No, this exceeds all my expectations.

He carefully bites my lower lip, granting him entrance to lick inside my mouth and taste me, deepening the kiss. The feeling of excitement and arousal growing with every passing second.

He grinds himself into me, pulling me closer and closer. I can feel his cock getting hard through the fabric of his pants, making me clench my cunt around nothing. My hands roamed through his hair, not nearly as greasy as I had imagined, instead I am met with soft curls and a pretty sound coming from the Prince's lips as I tug at them.

He's everywhere. His arms around my waist, squeezing it tight and keeping me close to him. He overtowers me by far, and he has to lean down a distance even with me standing on my tiptoes to reach. His scent, his taste, his hands.

Gods, I need him. He breaks the kiss, but not without tugging at my bottom lip another time, a little rougher now, though.

His breath is steady, whereas mine is ragged and uncontrollable as he rests his forehead against mine, his lips still hovering so close to mine.

"I know, I need you too. You've no idea how long I've wanted you." he whispers, again answering my thoughts. I didn't mind this time, though. I want him to hear and see everything I am thinking. I want him to know what I want.

But that doesn't mean I'm not going to play first. He had been so gentle and loving and it feels so good to be worshipped, but that would have to wait for another time.

He lifts his head up to look at me. "What is it?" he asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

I smile at him, hoping it looks as seductive and entrancing as I want it to and take his hand, slowly guiding him towards the bed.

Upon reaching it, I lie down comfortably in the midst of the bed, tugging at him to do the same. He climbs on top of me, again ogling me with curiosity. This surprises me, if he was still reading my mind he would know what I am doing.

"Opting to not read my mind anymore?" I ask, with a smile.

"I thought it'd be more fun if I don't know exactly what you're going to do before you do it." he grins, seeing that this has pleased me. Now I can do what i want.

I tangle my hands in his hair again, watching his face as it contorts into a relaxed expression as I tug a bit at the strands again. I bring his lips to mine again, but this time, I want it to be different. I bite his lip roughly, making him open his mouth in surprise as I lick into him now, tasting berries and a tinge of alcohol on his tongue. I moan into his mouth at the taste and it seems he finally realized what I was trying to do. He kisses me back hungrily, seizing control again, much to my liking. He abruptly pulls away afterwards, much to my dismay.

He looks down at me with a knowing smirk on his face. "What's wrong, princess? Don't want me to be nice anymore? What do you want? Go on, say it. I know you know exactly what it is." he urges me on with a sultry tone to his words.

"Please...i want you to be mean to me."

"Really?" he feigns surprise, "whatever would you mean by that, darling?" he asks, starting to tease me by peppering kisses along my jaw.

"I want-" he shifts his body so he's lying perfectly on top of me. I can feel his cock rubbing against my clothed cunt and it sends a shiver down my spine. "Please just-" his kisses grow hungrier as he guides himself down to my neck. "Could you please be rough..." he bites down on my neck, emitting a gasp from me. I think that was his answer to my plea.

He is indeed rougher now, biting and suckling on the soft skin of my neck, gradually moving down... To my shoulder... To my collarbone... And then. The hem of my undergarment.

He looks at me while twirling his finger around the measly little thread. The only thing that's between him and my bare body. The only thing he'd have to loosen before slipping my last piece of clothing from me and leaving me bare. And that's exactly what he did.

He slowly, teasingly pulls at the thread and folds the fabric to the side, revealing my tits to him. He rips his eyes from mine and finally meets my bare chest, looking at it like a starved man would a plate of hot food.

He started where he left off, just below my collarbone he peppered kisses and bites again. Slow, agonizing, teasing movements until he finally reached my hardened nipple, waiting, aching for him.

He hungrily takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, suckling on it with rough movements, his hand coming up to cup my other boob roughly. I whine at the sensation, his tongue lavishly doing its job in pleasuring me.

After a while, he flashes me a devillish smile before moving onto the other nipple, suckling at the same pace, much to my relief as it is the perfect pace and he knows this.

I squirm underneath him, whining and moaning as he keeps suckling on my nipple, the sensation making me crave for more. I grind against his hard-on and I swear I heard a whimper coming from the Prince's mouth. He stills for a moment, his hands clawing at my hips to stop me from moving.

"Be patient, pet. Let me enjoy you." is all he says before continuing to suck on my tits, keeping me on edge and increasing my arousal a thousand fold while doing so.

His hands explored my body with rough motions. Grabbing my waist, squeezing it, fondling my tit. Finally he reaches my shoulders, his hands slide down the length of my arms and he grabs my hands before pulling his mouth off of my nipple.

He sits up straight and, while never breaking eye contact, brings my right hand up to his mouth and kisses it. A stark contrast to how he was sucking on my tits just a second ago, but not unwelcome. He kisses my wrist now, then my forearm, then my bicep, then my shoulder.

Then he switches his attention to my neck again, bruising and marking me, coaxing soft moans from me. There would be no way to cover up those spots, although I'm not sure I'd want to or if he would let me.

He continues his trail of kisses downwards again, this time dragging my undergarment down with him. He stopped for a moment to look at me again.

"Off." he gestures towards my undergarment. I obey and quickly slip off the feeble piece of fabric, discarding it on the floor next to his bed. Once I face him again, completely bare now, he looks at me with approval.

"Good girl." he whispers under his breath, but I heard. I smile at his words of praise as he looks me up and down hungrily. He leans down and, while maintaining eye contact, licked a stripe up my body from my hips to my chest.

I breathe out a moan at this scandalous action. He flashes me a cunning smile before biting my nipple gently, coaxing a surprised gasp from me. He continues biting and suckling on my skin, moving down... Down... Down. Until he reaches my thighs.

He wraps his hands around my knees and spread them apart as far as they'll go, slowly and teasingly he leans down again. He starts kissing my thigh, occasionally softly biting down to coax an unexpected whimper from me.

He finally inches closer to where I need him the most. He looks at my pussy with hunger in his eyes, licking his lips and looking up at me. He softly blows on it, making me moan from the sensation. I grab ahold of his locks again, hoping to be able to push him down and just make him have me already, but he doesn't let me.

"Impatient now, are we? I can certainly tell with how wet you are. Is this all for me, pet?" he asks me as his hands caress my thighs. I don't know how to answer him, so I just whine and buck my hips towards him, hoping that he gets the message.

He chuckles at my desperate attempts at seeking his tongue. "Please..." I beg, feeling nothing but longing for the god in between my legs in this moment. He sighs before demanding; "please what?"

"Please just take me already, Loki." I answer him in an annoyed tone, but before I can release a huff of annoyance, he licks a stripe from my hole to my clit. I moan languidly at the unexpected move.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks teasingly.

"Yes, Gods, yes." I sigh, throwing my head back.

He chuckles at my pathetic tone and starts lapping up the arousal that had been gathering all evening. He moans at the taste, reveling in it as he flicks his tongue over my clit.

His movements have me keening and bucking my hips as he fucks his tongue into me. People said he had a cunning tongue to him(although probably not in this context) and they were right. Gods, does he know how to eat a woman out.

His tongue laps at me at just the right pace, fucking in and out of my cunt, softly suckling on my clit. He brought his hand up to cup my tit as he did so, overwhelming my senses and making me grab onto his hair. This coaxed another moan out of him, sending vibrations throughout my body.

I can feel the coil in my stomach beginning to tighten. I'm close and he knows it, because he suddenly changes his original pace to a slower one, making me whine.

"Loki.... Don't be mean." I tell him.

He stops his movements altogether now, looking up at me with a cocky grin. "What's the matter, princess?" he feigns pity.

"You know exactly what, i was close." I huff, sexual frustration coaxing through my whole body.

He laughs at my attitude. "You don't get to decided when you cum, pet. I do. You are under my command now and what I say goes." he answers in a dark, possessive tone of voice.

His words make my stomach flip and my pussy clench around nothing. He's so attractive, I can't help it. He knows it, noting my reaction to his words. He lifts his head from between my thighs and climbs back on top of me, his face right in front of mine. I can't help but admire him, especially from this angle. His hair framing his face, his eyes piercing my own, his lips... In that sadistic smile.

"What? Do you like it when i control you? Do you want to be my toy, hm?" he whispers, looking me right in the eyes, never letting go of my gaze. He catches the widening of my pupils, the quickening pace of my breath, the desperation in my eyes. No, he doesn't need to read my mind to know how i feel.

He leans down, brushing his lips over mine. I try to catch his lips with mine, but he doesn't let me. He's teasing me again. I whine as he laughs at me.

He laughs at me. How dare he, when i want him so bad and I know he wants me too. How dare he, when he knows how desperate I am for his touch. How dare he, when I'm lying naked underneath him and he is denying me what I want.

"What is it? Annoyed? What do you want, princess?" he asked me tauntingly.

I lift up my hand to caress him. I let my hand slide higher up the back of his neck, having my fingers intertwine with his locks and pulling him down by them until my lips are right next to his ear. He lets me.

I lick at his earlobe experimentally and a soft moan comes from the God's lips that I enjoyed a little too much. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked on it a few times, making Loki melt on top of me.

I stop only to whisper in his ear; "I want you to fuck me." his entire demeanor changes as he looks me in the eyes. I'm suddenly hyper aware of my naked body and his hard length pushing against my thigh through his pants. The thought of him fucking me with it makes a pleasurable shiver run up my spine.

He flashes me a cunning smile and gets off the bed, leaving me cold and naked. His gaze scans over me while he takes off his lounge pants. My eyes land on his now bare cock, the sight making my mouth water and my pussy clench.

Gods, it looks delicious. I wouldn't mind having a taste of it. It's long yet still girthy and I'm suddenly nervous about the sheer size of it. He looks at me knowingly before finally getting on the bed again and on top of me. He settles in between my legs to admire me again.

"Turn around, pet." he commands. I do as he says and turn around, keeping myself upright with my knees and having my arms stretched out in front of me. He lets his hand travel the flesh of my thighs, the curve of my ass, the dip of my waist.

I can hear the sheets ruffling and I'm about to look behind me to see what he was doing, before I feel his tongue on my cunt again. I moan at the unexpected feeling. He laps at my pussy for a bit, drinking my arousal like it's his favorite beverage. He lets go of my waist and I feel his finger spreading my lips apart.

"So wet all for me. Look at that, pet. You're throbbing." fuck, and I can feel it as he uses his finger to spread my arousal through my pussy lips. The friction has me bucking my hips when i suddenly feel his finger probing at my entrance.

He pushes his slender finger inside of me, making me moan out his name. He curls his finger, making it hit that spongy spot inside of me. Gods, he's making me go feral. He pulls out his finger now, but before I can whine at the loss, he enters two fingers inside me.

He pumps his fingers in and out for a bit, but then switches to scissoring them inside my cunt, making me almost squeal in pleasure. He begins to lick at my clit again. The feeling of him sucking at the sensitive bud and scissoring his finger inside of me has me keening and the coil in my stomach quickly tightening.

My pussy clamps down on his fingers and he knows I'm about to cum. He suddenly stops all his movements, keeping his fingers inside my cunt, making me whine and mewl at my failed orgasm.

"Stop your whining. Didn't I tell you? I decide when you cum and I won't let you cum unless it's on my cock, do you understand?" I whine at his words, my mind being too far gone to string together coherent sentences to answer him.

"So pathetic for me. Look at you, lying there with your ass up just for me. And you like it, don't you?" I whine in response. "Of course you do, you're mine now. I'll do anything I want to you and you'll let me." he proves his point by spreading apart my ass cheeks and licking a stripe from my clit to my ass. I moan at the sensation.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Hm? Do you want me to make you mine?" he splays his hand down on my scalp, scratching it with his fingernails before tightly grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me up against his chest.

"Yes! Yes, please, make me yours. Please, Loki." I beg pathetically, but I don't care. I want him to fuck me already and I'll say anything to make it so.

He harshly throws me down on the bed again, shoving my face into the pillow in the process. I yelp at the unexpected action. Loki's hand travels now from out of my hair, over my back, my waist, to my ass. His other hand pumps up and down his dick slowly.

He starts to tease me with the tip of his cock, guiding it through my folds and spreading my arousal and his precum. I moan at the feeling, bucking my hips because why is he not railing me yet?

He stops his movements, his cock stilling right where my entrance is. I'm about to ask him why he stopped when i feel the tip of his dick entering me. I let out a near pornographic moan. Fuck, is he gooood.

The stretch feels so good after all his teasing, but he's not pushing any more of his cock in. Instead, leaving just the tip and staying where he is. I whine when i realize this and he knows exactly why.

"What is it? You want more, pet? Don't be greedy, take what I give you." he says, with a degrading tone to his voice that makes my cunt squeeze down on him. He cursed at this notion, but stayed as he is. I try to buck my hips to get more of him, but his strong hands are keeping me in place.

"Please, come on, I've been good. Pleaseeee." I beg him. "Please, Loki, i-" before I can finish my sentence he thrusts his whole length into me in one swift movement, making me choke on a sob from the pain and pleasure.

He doesn't still to let me adjust. Instead, he sets a rough pace. Fucking in and out of me fast and deep. So fucking deep, I can feel him in my stomach. I'm sure that if I had the physical strength to reach, I would be able to feel a bulge in my stomach from his cock.

My curses are high pitched and incoherent as the snap of his hips continues. "That what you wanted? Did you want to be fucked like this, hm?" I sob at his words, too overwhelmed to say anything.

"Is it too much, pet? But you were just begging me to take you, begging me to make you mine."

"T-too much-" I manage to stutter out in between his thrusts.

"Shut up, you can take it." he says in a mean tone of voice that send a shiver down my spine. "You asked for it. This is what greedy whores get." my pussy squeezes him like a vice at the degrading name he called me. Fuck, did that turn me on.

"Oh, you like being called that, hm? You like being treated like a dumb bitch." he says, grabbing a handful of my hair again and lifting up my head. "Don't you?" he asks me, emphasizing his words with a deep thrust. I answer with a guttural moan. He seems content with that answer, though. A sadistic smile claiming his lips.

"Turn over." he says all of a sudden, pulling his cock out of me and I whine at the empty feeling before obeying his order and lying down on my back now.

He leans down again and catches my lips in an aggressive kiss. He licks at my bottom lip, into my mouth. He thrusts back inside of me fully, catching me off guard. He swallows the moan it coaxes out of me and starts thrusting at the same unforgiving pace.

I close my eyes, too far gone to keep them open from the pleasure. His hand snaked towards my neck and chokes me, making my eyes shoot wide open and my hand clamp on to his.

"There we go." he says with a smile. "Keep your eyes on me, pet." so I do. I try with all my might to keep my eyes on him. Gods, the choking isn't helping. My senses are all overwhelmed, completely focused on the feeling of his cock spearing into me.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

I hear him curse under his breath when i feel the coil in my stomach tightening for the third time this evening, making my pussy clamp down on him again.

"Fuck, so tight for me. You feel so good." he brings his free hand to my clit, rubbing calculated circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I wanna cum inside you. Let me?" it sounds more like a demand than a question, but I shakily nod my head anyway.

The coil in my stomach gets tighter by the second. The snapping of his hips, the squeezing of his hand on my throat, the circling of his thumb on my clit. All of it.

Tightening... Tightening....

"Cum for me, princess." he tells me.

The coil snaps and the best orgasm of my life rips through my body. My pussy clamps down on him like a vice, my eyes roll to the back of my head, my jaw falls slack. He fucks me through my high and I can hear him cursing at how tight I am.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you." he curses, his pace growing sloppy as he's nearing his high. He keeps fucking up into me, making me cry out from overstimulation.

A string of curse words falls from his lips as I feel his hot cum painting my walls. He rides out his high, letting his body relax on top of me. He embraces me gently, a stark contrast to how he was fucking me just a second ago. His hips cease their rocking motion.

We lie there for a bit like that; Him carefully holding me, his cock growing soft inside of me. Our sweaty bodies unwinding and relaxing against each other. I come to after a bit, finally snapping out of my brainless daze.

"So you really thought that I was fucking your brother?" I ask him.

"Yes, I did." he sighs. I chuckle at his tired response.

"So what was your first thought when you read my mind and figured out I most certainly was not?"

"Surprise at the disgusting thoughts that courses through your head about me, mainly." he says tauntingly. "But also relief."

"Awhh how sweet." I coax.

"You know, I was right." he says in a cocky tone.

"About what?"

"That dress doesn't do you justice and I was exactly right about what does." he answers. I chuckle at his words.

"You know what I was also right about?"

"No, what's that, Prince?" I ask teasingly.

"You let me show you exactly what did do you justice, princess."

[sizzleissues]

Its May.

Okay so this is in the same AU I had last year its just changed and evolved while also being the exact same. Except now I have 15,000 words of it written, like 7,000 words of planning and lore and hours upon hours of research that I will be pointedly ignoring. Will be posting more stuff this month about the AU and my hopes and dreams for it

Also slight art improvement check? I’ll put their original mermaid designs below the cut.

It’s Marinette as a mermaid and … its not Adrien or Chat Noir but a third worse thing (Catwalker but in the purest manifestation of it being a curse and not who he wants to be) I will be making designs for mer!Ladybug, and mer!Adrien as its own thing later on.

Okay if you want to indulge me look below the cut

Old mermaid designs first. I am going to be talking about my design thoughts, thoughts and ramblings about this AU and what I’ve been up to. You have been warned

As you can see, some things have changed but neither design I hated, I just wanted to go further with it.

My brain is quite specific about mermaids and how I want them to generally look. I wanted to distinguish biological merfolk from transformed humans by having them being anatomically different. So Adrien has a vertical tail instead which is also way faster underwater. His transformation is quite distressing for him and very chaotic. Of course when he accepts it he’s not so raggedy.

Marinette similarly avoids her life as a mermaid by becoming human and I wanted her mermaid design to hint toward her fascination with humans. She wears a top she fashioned from human fabric she found in a sunken merchant vessel. In general all other merfolk either forgo clothes or wear things fashioned from materials available to them. There’s deep fear of humans and human things so even though human clothes are available to them (off dead bodies but…. Whatever) they choose to difference themselves as much as possible. The same taboos don’t exist for them and their bodies are already adapted from the temperature of their environment. Adrien has stray bits of netting and seaweed on him because he’s not exactly the best at controlling his speed and often crash’s through fishing nets and patches of seaweed resulting in stuff being caught on him.

A lot of their designs are still being worked but I’ve definitely pushed them the right direction!

On to the AU. You might have seem me cryptically talk about something I’m writing the past few weeks. This is because it’s been in my brain since last May and been on and off writing it since then. I decided I’d talk about it once May came back around but and then when I finished writing it, start posting sneak peaks and more spoilery art until it was fully edited and I felt confident in it to post with an aim for it to finish posting once May rolled around again. Oh god.

It’s set in the late 1700s in a fictional version of France that’s actually fragmented over a bunch of islands. I have done more fashion research than I ever thought I’d do and in the end we will still be taking creative license but know I do know what they actually wore! I ALSO did a butt tonne of research about sailing ships and turns out they are super complicated and now I know too much and yet too little still about them. It should be super fun and action packed if I can manage. Have some really good scenes already in my head I know you’ll love. We’re already three ships battle deep and I’ve only written four chapters. (It chills out for a bit after that)

This is entirely self-indulgent by the way. I’m writing this for me, you guys are just a bonus. I literally don’t care as long as it satiates my rabid need for the fic that only lives in my brain at the moment. Saying that, I do want to put my best foot forward.

The next thing I will be posting for this is their human forms and more blabblerings about that. For I am insane and all.

[itscherrylipsforme]

The missing piece: Oliver Quick x fem!reader

Part 2 here

Summary: A few months after Saltburn becomes completely his, Oliver still feels like something is missing. Without being able to put a finger on it he decides to pay a visit to Oxford, where all started, trying to find the answer between his old memories. Fate believes that a pretty and sweet student he meets in a bookstore is the piece of the puzzle he needs right now. After all everyone wants to be showered with love, don’t they?

Warnings: Post Saltburn fic, a little bit dark (it’s Oliver, what you expected?), age gap (he is around 15-17 years older), slightly innocent kin? (nothing sexual)

Words: Around 1700

Author's rambles: Okay, I feel in love with him the movie and I am kind of embarrassed about it (It’s not my fault hat the actor has pretty eyes and a gorgeous accent, fine?) For your own good, don’t aspire to have a boyfriend as toxic as him in real life. Also this is my fic on Tumblr, please be nice

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There is a psychological phenomenon that claims that after achieving something we have been longing for some time instead of the sense of satisfaction we were expecting we feel incomplete, hopeless and already looking forward to our next success. After having the Saltburn's keys just for himself, Oliver experienced that piercing emotion for the first time in his life. If he was painfully unaware of it or simply decided to ignore it remains as an open question until today. The only thing that was certain for him at that time is that he needed some action, a new goal, maybe some entertainment, and specially he needed answers. That’s why he decided to go back to the place it all started nearly sixteen years ago

Oxford hadn’t changed a lot since he graduated, as he had the chance to notice it. Different names, different faces, different decades… But still the same social scheme it was back them. Groups of rich daddy’s and mommy’s children swarming around the campus, pubs where you had to drink to be accepted, and poor little nobodies who had to adapt or die in the process

He rented a large flat not so far away from the university, and in the café just below it he rediscovered a hobby he had always had, but which have been almost forgotten on those last months on the mansion. Looking at the students, being able to read through their facades while accompanied by a cup of coffee, became his new pastime. But people always talk and after some weeks spending the afternoon in the café terrace just lost in his thoughts he realized the odd glances the staff shot towards him, so he decided to hide his true interest behind a less complex and unique one. The next day he went to the closest bookstore to buy any novel that would help him with his purpose, after all, people just ask fewer questions when you are reading on your own. That was when he found you sitting on a couch, legs crossed with a book between your small and soft hands

Pretty, beautiful, gorgeous even. Young, probably still studying at Oxford. On the shy aspect, lovely and smart as he guessed correctly. Sweet smile. Bright eyes. Oh, and some soft curves he was able to peep while he seemed to be looking at the shelves by your side. Wait, was that a blush, what he saw on your cheeks? Another scholarship student as he was back then. The fact that your clothes weren’t from big and expensive brands and that you spent your afternoons in the bookshop without really buying anything was the clue he needed to be sure about it. God, you were adorable, perfect, just what he needed right now and he decided to start working on it

Time had shown him that patience and a good plan could take you far away, this is the reason why, although he was eager to come to you and straight-forward mesmerize you with his tricks, he waited. He spent the next five weeks going to the library more or less daily hoping to see you, and luckily (since he was used to building his own luck) your schedules always matched. He always sat on an armchair to read next to yours, close but not enough to be suspicious. Just after he had made sure you have not so subtly looked at him a few times, he decided to make the move

“The Secret History” a deep silky voice said from behind your seat. His face slightly near to your face which made the words linger in the air for some honey-like seconds “You have a good taste”

“Thanks… Thank you” you manged to say in sweet and shy whisper

“First time you read it?” he asked and a shake of your head was the response he got

“No, I have already read it a couple of times in pdf. But I have never owned the physical book”

“We can have that keep happening, can’t we?” he grinned, and you couldn’t remember if he was the first man who had smiled and looked at you in that way “May I have a look at it?” his large and firm hands came to hold the cover as he stood up and went straight to the cashier “Follow me, darling” the nickname rolled in his tongue, sweet as candy, and before you thought about it, you did as he said. You were obedient, good thing, he thought to himself. He pulled the money out of his wallet in merely seconds, paid for it and hand it back to you

“Thanks, but I can’t accept it” you said slightly embarrassed

“Of course, you can! It truly is an amazing novel, you deserve it” he smirked. His words have had just the reaction he had expected from you, cheeks covered with a tiny hint of pink “I have always found myself relating to Henry Winter, I just need my Camila now”

You were taken back, was that an attempt to flirt? Because if it was, he had your attention. While you tried to make any sense out of your thought, he spoke again

“I am usually on a café nearby, if you are interested you could come sometime” Another smirk, and at that moment you knew that this man was going to be the death to you. Things like this only happened to the main characters in romance movies

“I don’t even know your name”

“ You can call me Oliver, darling”

“I am y/n”

“Beautiful, beautiful y/n, it was a pleasure to meet you. Hope we see each other again”

And you did. Between coffees, books, conversations and more, he had you wrapped around his finger by the time your classes ended. Oliver was sweet, devoted, intelligent… all you could ever ask for in a man. He was straight out of your dreams, and damn he felt you were straight out of his. Innocent, easy to make blush, could keep with his ramblings and most important, you were eager to love, and he was eager to be loved

Yesterday it had been your graduation, when you left the ceremony in that beautiful dress he had insisted on buying you and wrapped your arms around him, he felt like his plan has almost completely succeeded. Almost, you wanted a fairy tale romance, and he was going to give you one. Keeping things slowly and delicate. But when he woke up and felt you laying on his chest sleeping peacefully, he couldn’t help but want to make you his. That had been the only night you had spent in his apartment in your months together. He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't rush, so he didn't. At least he was glad you were coming with him to Saltburn for a few weeks in the summer and you could bet he wouldn’t let you leave the mansion again if he could. After all, you were all that he wanted. His missing piece

Part 2 here

[roosterforme]

Lips on You | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Rooster upsets you at the Hard Deck, he earns your forgiveness with his mouth and his tongue. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, somnophilia and smut

Length: 1700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Based on this request!

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? but it can be read on its own!

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You agreed to a Saturday night out at the Hard Deck with your boyfriend. You did not, however, agree to a night of watching all the single women paw at him all evening long. Maybe it was your fault since you asked him to shave off his mustache for you, because now every girl within a three mile radius was making a fuss over the cute stubble he had growing in. 

"Oh my God, Rooster! You still look hot, even without the stache!" This one looked barely twenty-one and had on a glorified bikini top as her outfit. You were starting to feel like you couldn't leave him at the bar alone for more than a few minutes at a time. He kept getting cornered up there. And now bikini top girl was literally trying to touch his face. 

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"Seriously?" you asked, taking one of the bottles. 

"What?" he asked innocently, grabbing a pool cue with his empty hand. 

Phoenix stood next to you, shaking her head. "Don't play dumb, Bradshaw. You shaved your mustache off. Now you've got stubble. It's like a fresh meat feeding ground in here. All these girls think you look new and exciting, and you know it," she said with an eye roll. 

"Yes! Phoenix is right!" you exclaimed, glad to have someone else on your side. "If I take my eyes off of you for one minute, one of them is going to drag you away," you said, gesturing to everyone sitting at the bar.

"Nah, you don't have to worry about that, Baby Girl," he promised, kissing you on the cheek and rubbing his stubble on your face before taking a turn at pool. You just sighed and sipped your beer. That was easy for him to say; he seemed blissfully oblivious. You wished he would do something to shut them all down.

When you and Bradley both needed another drink, you headed to the bar before he got a chance to get swarmed. But you could literally feel a set of eyes on you as you ordered and waited for Penny to get the beers. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a woman walk up to Bradley after she made sure you were distracted. "Goodness," you muttered to yourself. 

But when you grabbed the drinks and turned back toward the pool table, you saw her writing something down on a napkin. And when you hustled back in that direction, you heard her tell your boyfriend, "Call me sometime, Roo."

You froze up and had to fight hard to control the urge to throw both drinks at her face. Your blood pressure increased, and your heart rate sped up. You were practically seeing red.

Roo?!

Oh, hell no. He was your Roo! 

You listened as he lamely told the other woman, "Oh, no, I have a girlfriend."

She giggled. "Just keep my number anyway." You watched her tuck the napkin into his shirt pocket and pat his chest a few times for good measure.

"No, really. Thanks, but no thanks," he told her with a laugh, pulling it back out of his pocket and handing it back to her.

"You never know. Keep it just in case," she told him with a wink, but you grabbed the napkin out of her hand.

"The fuck he will!" You were practically yelling, and you watched the other woman back away with her hands held up in surrender. 

Bradley looked at you with a smile on his face and a laugh on his lips. "Sweetheart, I told her I have a girlfriend. It was no big deal."

You were seething now as you shredded the napkin to bits and let the tiny pieces fall to the floor like confetti. 

"No big deal? Did you hear what she called you?" you asked, and he shook his head slowly. "She called you Roo! That's what I call you, Bradley!" 

"I honestly wasn't even listening to her, Baby Girl."

"Sounds like trouble in paradise," Hangman muttered, and you shot him a look too.

"Zip it, Bagman. If you were half as hot as you think you are, none of these women would be hanging on Rooster," you informed him. 

Bradley started cracking up, literally doubled over laughing. "And you can zip it too, Roo. I'm ready to go home."

He had the decency to look abashed as you chugged your beer and set the bottle down softly. "Actually, you stay. Have fun. I'll get an Uber. Night, Phoenix."

You made it all the way to the parking lot and had the ride share app open on your phone before Bradley came running up behind you. "Sweetheart, wait! I'll take you home, okay? We can go back to your place."

You rolled your eyes and stopped in your tracks. "You want to come back with me now?"

"Of course," he replied, gently taking your hand in his and changing your course toward the Bronco. "Please?"

"Fine," you agreed, and he buckled you in and drove you back to your apartment in silence. 

As you got undressed and got ready for bed, he was your shadow. He helped you pull your hair up into a bun, kissing your neck in the process. He got you a glass of water so you could take your birth control pill. He fluffed your pillow. 

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked softly when you rolled away from him after he reached for you in bed. 

"Yeah, I am."

He was silent in the darkness for a moment. "Should I have been more firm? Told her I wasn't interested at all? Insisted she shouldn't call me Roo?" he asked softly.

You chuckled darkly. "Wow, it only took you an hour to figure that out."

More silence. "I'm sorry, Baby Girl. That's what I should have said to her. That's what I should have said to everyone. I... well, you know I don't have a lot of dating experience. And my words have never had much of an impact on anyone, ever. Sometimes I don't know what you expect from me. And I've never been in love before."

You felt your heart soften a little bit. 

"But I'm not trying to make excuses for myself. You're the only girl for me, and I'll be better next time. Can you forgive me, Baby Girl?" 

You rolled further away from him. "Maybe."

He sighed deeply but let you have your space. 

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When you woke up to the early morning light peaking through your window blinds, you felt cool air on your skin, and a sinful sounding moan escaped your lips. 

"Ohhh," you whined. Your entire body felt relaxed from sleep, but you were simultaneously receiving so much unexpected pleasure. 

Bradley was eating your pussy. You'd never woken up to something as insanely sexy as this before in your life. He was going slowly, seemingly allowing you to get used to the sensation as you woke up. His lips were spreading you open so he could taste all of you with his broad tongue, while softly stroking your thighs with his rough hands. 

As you looked down at him and whimpered, he licked one stroke from your opening to your clit, swirling his tongue before saying, "Morning, Sweetheart. Can you forgive me for last night?"

You groaned, gripped his wavy hair in both of your hands, and guided his face back down to your pussy. 

"Make me come, Roo. Then maybe I'll forgive you."

You didn't miss the smirk on his face as he nodded and lowered his lips to place a soft kiss to your pussy. He knew how to get you off, and you knew you would end up forgiving him. You were planning on forgiving him anyway; he had admitted he'd never been in love before you. And you knew he'd only had two other girlfriends. 

You also knew he loved going down on you. 

He ran his nose along your landing strip and through your wetness before he fucked you lazily with his tongue. Oh, the buildup was blissful; there was no urgency, no rush to the finish. You let your grip on his hair loosen as he pushed your thighs wider before replacing his tongue with his hand. He stretched you out and fucked you with two big fingers, all the way up to his knuckles. You hissed as his stubble rubbed you just right, the gritty sensation on your clit making you buck against him. 

"Oh!" you grunted. You felt yourself squeeze his fingers, riding his hand as he wrapped his pink lips around your clit, softly at first, then with enough pressure that you were moaning his name. 

"Bradley." Your broken whisper goaded him on. He sucked your clit between his lips, teasing you softly with the tip of his talented tongue. His fingers pumped into you, and you felt that first clench of your orgasm as your moans escalated.

You fleetingly gave thanks that your roommate was a very sound sleeper as Bradley's fingers hit that magic spot inside that had the pitch of your voice getting higher and higher as your chest expanded faster as you gasped for air.

Bradley's tongue rubbed you just right as your back arched off the bed, and you came on his face as your legs twitched. 

Bradley withdrew his fingers, and you watched him lick them clean as he crawled up the bed to lay down beside you. "Please forgive me, Sweetheart. I'm sorry. I'll be better."

You kissed his mouth and rolled him onto his back. "You'd better be the best, Roo. Don't make me jealous like that again." You licked his tongue, tasting yourself in his mouth and playing with his hair.

"I'll be so good for you. You'll never want to leave."

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You watched your boyfriend back away with a nervous laugh, one beer in each hand, as he made his way back toward you and the other aviators. 

[mikobeautifulheart]

7 minutes in panic. College Gojo x reader

1700 WORDS EXACTLY.

The one time you decide to go to a party, it goes wrong.

TW: Use of drugs (U get drugged) and are stuck in a small closet for 7 minutes. (Btw there is no smut, just fluff)

UNEDITED AND VERY SELF INDULGET so it might not make much sense?

You had never been to a party before, let alone one in a cramped dorm spilling with people, even some of them in the hallway standing, drinking, talking and shamelessly making out. 

This is probably what you expected but you couldn't help but feel nervous, god why did you go alone? Was it because you're only 2 reliable friends who knew it was a dumb idea-

Walking down the hallway the smell of sweat and alcohol got stronger filling your lungs almost making you get drunk in the air. Why did you even come? Whatever it's too late to turn back might as well commit.

The room was cramped and the music was muffled by all the people surrounding the speaker. You walked toward the counter and picked up a red cup, typical just like the movies, but nothing bad or dramatic is going to happen to you, right? You held the cup awkwardly looking at your hands, almost hesitating to drink the contents, you didn't know what was in it and the smart people would have their suspicions about it, but why worry? You were to stressed anyway you needed a break.

As much as you didn't mind the workload, you loathed the assigned partnered assignments because you were always paired with Gojo.

You already knew him through your other friends, Geto and Shoko.

You didn't mind always being paired with him and he always did his work load, sometimes you'd have to do a bit of his part but he would always thank you with a surprise, usually some sweets.

The worst part was just that he was...hot. He always made your heart forget how to function when you two work together.

‘“And what are you doing here? I thought you weren't the one to frequent parties?” You were snapped out of your imagination only to be faced with someone's chest- you looked up and wow… it was him, Gojo.

“Uh well um I just, its,” you let out an airy laugh trying to distract him from the blush on your face. 

“I don't have anything to work on right now so I thought id give it a shot…” You subconsciously took a drink out of the cup you were holding, breaking eye contact with him.

“I can tell '' he laughed and smiled pleasantly toward you.

Oh gosh if only you'd have a chance, he's not top of the class but he is smart when he really thinks and a sports legend. His biceps easily make its presence known out of the short sleeved shirt that fit him all too well. He was the dream guy, but you, you thought you were nothing compared to him.

You didn't love yourself but you didn't hate yourself, you sort of just accepted the way you look so you just worked with it.

You turned to leave the party as you heard someone yell

"SPIN THE BOTTLE" followed by loads of cheers.

“Leaving already?” He said with his brows furrowed

“Uh I think i'm going to get some air, it's hot in here” you flashed a smile.

You started to push your way through the crowd. It was rough but then you felt a hand latch onto your wrist.

“Hold on tight” Gojo looked at you before guiding you through the many, many people.

Your heart nearly burst. You eventually reached a window putting your elbows down on the window sill and placing your head in your hands.

“I saw your last basketball game, nice win” You said, giving him a smile before turning your head up to the sky.

“You-you watched my game?”

You looked at him puzzled until you saw him rubbing the back of his neck with a blush creeping up his neck.

“Uh yeah you looked really good to” You said

“LOOKED GOOD PLAYING-” Trying to save yourself from the embarrassing comment you let slip out. Must have been the drink making you lose focus.

There was silence in the air then you heard two familiar voices, it was Geto and Shoko singing along terribly to the song playing with slurred words and drunk voices. 

“I think i'm going to head in again, are you coming? Totally fine if you're not you don't have too” Gojo said looking to the side trying to avoid your gaze.

"I wouldn't mind that'' you said, waking up beside him taking your opportunity.

The door is pushed open and you walk over to Geto and Shoko, you told them you were going with Gojo and might leave early so they wouldn't worry about you.

You mentioned something about Gojo before the room erupted with a mixed reaction of jealousy and excitement. Looking back from your side there it was… a bottle pointing at you. Puzzled you follow the gazes of the room until you realised it was Gojo on the other side of the room looking at you. He was the one that had spun the bottle and accidently roped you into the game "7 minutes in heaven". A guy drags you and Gojo by the wrists and pushed both you guys in a closed down the hallway from the party.

It was dusty and small but still enough space for you to lean against the wall and have one step of space between the two of you. A lock sound was heard outside the door. This was it you were stuck.

"Ha...sorry you are here right now I didn't mean it." Gojo said looking at you in the dark.

You fidgeted in the dark unconfutably. How do you even stand here with the guy you like and do nothing?

“Relax.” The sudden feeling of his head into the crook of your neck threw you off.

You leaned in wrapping your arms around his torso muffling a quick “I like you”.

Oh god, what did you do? You really shouldn't havce come tonight.

You felt him sink into your neck even more and muffle a

“I like you too”. 

You could feel it reverberate against your skin. Gojo slowly pulled back, your body warmth suddenly dropped and you were cold but that didn't matter right now. The urge to kiss him was unbearable.

You leaned in a little closer a jolt of shock ran through your nerves and you felt your legs give way, you couldn't stand up properly and slowly fell forward into Gojo's chest.

“Are-e you okay?!?” he said voice shaky as he held you up and spotted a bit of blood trickling down your lips. 

“I can't feel my legs, I think I'm going to pass out-” you gasped at the sharp pain in your throat causing more blood to trickle down your bottom lip.

“It must have been the drink” he swiftly picked you up bridal style (yessss -////-).

Someone had spiked your drink with how knows what and what it and what they planed to do when it came into effect. It had only been 4 minutes out of the 7 so the door was still locked.

“SOMEBODY OPEN THIS UP” Gojo yelled while kicking at the door.

It wouldn't budge and everything around you went fuzzy. Gojo could feel you going limp in his arms and in panic he kicked the closet door one last time with all his strength.

The door flew the hinges and walked out trying to keep you awake and responding. As he carried you down the hallway there were whispers and snickers.

“Hey man, I can take her from here. She just needs to sleep so hand here over and just enjoy the party.” A seemingly drunk dude said.

“I don't think I will, now move.” Barging past the man harshly quickening his pace to his apartment not too far off campus. It must have been the guy, he must have spiked all the drinks.

The moon shone and your breath slowed down along with your heart rate, everything was foggy but you tried your best to stay awake as you clung onto Gojo’s shirt. 

“Hang in there” He said as he unlocked the door and sat you on his kitchen counter. You were struggling to sit up straight and not fall over while clinging on to the edge of the counter.

the sounds of quick opening and closing of the draws and cupboards filled the room. The tap was on and there were stirring sounds, it was safe to say you had no idea what was going on and your dazed state wasn't helping. 

“Drink this.” he held the cup up to your lips and you drank it, you were too weak to even refuse. Not that you wanted to anyway.

You drank it all and your head leaned into Gojo's back as he placed the cup down on the opposite counter.

You wrapped your arms around him and mumbled a ‘Thanks’ he turned around carefully holding your face in his hands. The blood coming from your lip had dried, he leaned in closer to your face.#

Was it wrong to kiss you now? You were still dazed, but he couldn't help it when you leaned in your head closer and said

“It’s okay” while your vision slowly flooded back, thank goodness that Gojo took notes and remembered the lectures in chemistry with you when you both did the assignment.

Leaning in Gojo looks past you out to the window outside, it began sprinkling and you were in no way in any shape or form, able to walk back to campus in the weather soon to come.

He was so absorbed with his thoughts that he failed to notice his lips brush up against yours.

His eyes widened but when you did pull away he went straight in for it your arms around his neck lazily hanging off his shoulders as one hand supported you back and his other holding the back of your head gently. He slowly pulled back and watched your eyes flutter open, the sight made his heart skip.

“You don't think you'll regret this?” Gojo said with his attention all on you pending for your answer.

“Best first kiss of my life” you smiled at him before pulling him in again by his collar.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: This was very self indulgent. Not my best work but I'll post it just for fun. I haven't written a Gojo fic yet so this isnt totaly great but its an okay start ig. Reblogs r welcomed and thanks for reading.

EDIT: When people ask what my greatest accomplishment is, it's 100% the fact that ponderingmoonlight liked my fic. No hesitation.

[kdogreads]

As You Wish

Dean X reader smut

TW: rough sex, oral (female- receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink; not really sure what else so please let me know if I need to add anything

Word count: 1700-ish

A/N: I haven't done this in forever so let me know of any typos or anything! Please enjoy! ;)

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The three of you pulled into the run-down motel late after driving for hours to get to your latest case. You usually shared one room together and took turns sleeping on the pull-out couch. Sam, being the gentleman he was, would typically insist you just stay in the bed and that he'll be fine on the couch. Only if he was desperately tired would he actually let you take the squeaky, paper-thin cot. Dean, on the other hand, had no issue claiming a bed and keeping it for himself as long as you stayed there. Truth is, you didn't mind Dean's attitude towards you. He treated you just like an extra hand to hold a flashlight or a shotgun, which you were perfectly content with. Ever since that demon killed your parents, Sam treated you like a paper doll, afraid if he breathed too hard you'd rip apart into the wind. His intentions were kind, but you wanted to just feel normal again. Dean's overall indifference towards you at least feel like an adult instead of a child needing protected.

Dean returned from the motel office with a key and one complimentary water bottle. High-class establishment this place was. You and Sam climbed out of the classic car and began grabbing your bags out of the trunk.

“I’m gonna head to that gas station a few miles back for some snacks and stuff,” Sam began. “Want anything, (Y/N)?”

“Pie!" Dean shouted from the bathroom as the shower turned on. Sam smiled and shook his head at his predictable brother.

“Just some granola and fruit for me please,” You requested through your smile. “Oh, and some of those little breakfast sandwiches if they have them, please!”

“No problem, (Y/N). Be back in a few.“

Sam shut the door behind him and you began unpacking your small supply of jeans, t-shirts and flannels into the beat-up dresser across from your bed for the night. The shower finally turned off and you couldn't wait to wash the hours of travel off your body.

Dean came walking out of the cloud of steam that now filled the small bathroom wearing only a scratchy-looking white towel. Not that you hadn't seen him like this before, but he looked extra good right now. Like, jump on him right now good. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to see what happened. Maybe Dean would-

“(Y/N),” Dean's rough voice startled you out of your thoughts. “Shower's all yours. There should be plenty of hot water left for ya.”

“ Oh, thanks Dean. How generous of you.” You rolled your eyes at the older Winchester's comment and headed into the old bathroom.

A hot shower was exactly what you needed right now. A reset from the long drive and a chance to relieve your pent-up sexual frustration. The Winchester brothers were just your work colleagues, of course, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't spent many nights wondering what would happen if you and Dean were left alone. Without Sam hearing. Without any consequences looming..

“(Y/n)!” Banging at the now-shut bathroom door made you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Jesus, Dean! What?!” you shouted back.

“ I left my belt in there. Can you hand it to me?”

You looked at the sink and spotted the worn leather belt on the counter. Without thinking, you grab it and swing the door open only to be greeted by a glistening muscular chest inches from your face. It's only when you lift your wide y/e/c eyes to meet the glowing green ones in front of you that you remember you have nothing on but a black lace bra and matching underwear.

“Thanks- Woah.” Dean's full lips paused in a small”o,” drawing out his reaction.

“God, (y/n), you are stunning.” You locked your eyes on his and furrowed your brows together in confusion.

“Wh- what do you mean?”

Dean’s lustful eyes looked you up and down as his tongue slowly poked out to lick his lower lip. “You’re so beautiful, (y/n).” He whispered, feeling his warm breath on your face.

You both stood there a moment longer, as if you were in shock at the sight in front you. Dean’s jaw twitched slightly as he slowly drew his hand up to touch the soft skin under your ear, pushing your flowing y/h/c hair back. You ran your own hand gently up his toned forearm to land on his broad shoulder. A small step forward closed the gap between your increasingly more eager bodies as you felt Dean’s breathing speed up. His other hand made its way to your hip.

“Do you want me to stop?” Dean slowly closed his hand around the hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your head back slightly.

“No, don’t stop,” you practically panted, trying not to sound too desperate.

“Are you sure, (y/n)? Just say the word and I’ll stop.” Dean’s intense demand for consent somehow made the warmth between your thighs grow even hotter. Hunters aren’t always the most considerate lovers, after all.

“Dean,” you breathed out, “kiss me.”

Before you could even inhale again, Dean’s lips crashed against yours. His hungry kisses literally taking your breath away. He stepped forward, pinning you between him and the countertop behind you. Two rough hands grabbed either side of your hips and lifted onto the sink.

Your kisses became more intense and desperate. Dean’s tongue forced its way into your mouth and dominated yours while he started working on the clasp on your bra. The thin lace garment fell to the floor and Dean sucked in sharply.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for a long time, (y/n).”

He worked his way down your jaw, chin, neck. Peppering soft kisses and small bites all the way down. You’d certainly have bruises by the time he was done, but you didn’t care. The way he made you feel with only his mouth was intoxicating.

His lips landed on your left breast, his tongue circling your sensitive nipple, while his other hand worked on kneading and pulling the right one in all the right directions. His teeth dragging between all your sensitive spots made you grow wetter and wetter.

“Dean,” you finally managed between moans and sharp breaths, “Dean.” The way his name sounded coming out of your mouth sent shivers down his spine.

“Tell me what you want,” Dean growled into your skin, kissing his way back up to your neck.

“Fuck me, Dean. Please,” you panted into his mouth, pulling his face to yours. Your nails dragged across his back.

“Please, what?” He kept kissing your lips and back to your neck while he tugged on the waistband of your panties.

“Please daddy. Please fuck me, daddy.”

Dean let out a soft chuckle and a devilish smile grew across his face. “As you wish, sweetheart.” Your hips bucked in anticipation at his words.

“But not yet.”

You let out a low whine, desperate for Dean to be inside you.

“Patience, baby,” he drew out his words as he worked his way down your body with his mouth. He only paused to hook your panties with his fingers while you lifted yourself slightly off the sink, enough for Dean to rip them off and discard them on the floor.

“So wet for me already,” working his hands around your shivering thighs, taking in the view of your slick folds in front of him, “Such a good girl,” he breathed.

You let out a loud, “Fuck,” as he dove into your dripping core mouth first. He licked several wide stripes up your folds before finding your clit and circling his tongue hungrily around it. Your hands found his hair and grabbed two handfuls of it. You slammed one hand onto the countertop as you felt an orgasm already approaching. Dean must have felt your muscles tense up so he quickened his pace, sliding a thick finger in between your folds, adding to the growing pressure in your core.

“Fuck, Dean. I-I’m so close,” You barely could spit the words out as he continued pumping his finger at a steady pace, now adding a second and curling them so perfectly inside you.

“That’s right, baby. Let go for me,” he growled into you, sucking on your clit between the words. “Cum for daddy.”

Just then, the building tension broke inside you. Everything went white around you as you rode the shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You felt your head fall back against the mirror behind you while Dean continued steadily reaching your sweet spot, working you through your high. He slowed his pace and pulled his fingers out only as your body began to relax again, muscles worn by the intense shock of pleasure. He drew his fingers to your mouth, allowing you to suck your sweetness off.

“That’s all it takes to make you cum all over me, (y/n)? God, you’re eager for daddy,” Dean sucks in a sharp breath as you slide his fingers almost down your throat.

“Beginner’s luck,” you hiss out with a smirk, placing hungry kisses on Dean’s hand, wrist, forearm.

“Oh, baby,” Dean begins as his large hand suddenly jerks to grab a fistful of your hair and pull your face to his. “You shouldn’t have said that.”

Dean yanks just a bit harder on your hair as he lines his rock-hard cock up with your entrance. You can’t help but gasp as he slowly fills you with his impressive size. His hand drops to your throat and pushes you firmly against the mirror behind your back, mixing pleasure with pain in a euphoric way. Slowly pulling out, he plunges back into you, faster this time, and with more force.

“Such a tight little pussy,” his hands both grabbing your hips, slamming his body into yours now. “God, (y/n), you feel so good.”

You claw at his back, desperately trying to hold on to any sense of direction you had left. Dean’s strong thrusts were sending you spinning from reality. He lifts you up slightly and plows into your sweet spot over and over again. You close your eyes as the white hotness of another orgasm takes over your body. Your toes curl behind Dean’s back as his eyes scan over your shaking body, aching to see exactly what he does to you.

Something resembling a moan escapes your lips as you ride out the final waves of pleasure. Dean pulls your mouth to his as if his life depended on tasting your tongue.

“Please, daddy,” you pant into his mouth, “Please cum for me, daddy.”

A groan escapes from deep within Dean’s chest as his pace begins to waver for the first time. The sounds of skin slapping together and labored breathing echo in your ears. Dean’s frantic and increasingly forceful thrusts cause the tension to build in your core again. Your walls tighten around his pounding cock and cause an explosion of warmth to spill out inside you. Dean wraps his arms around your waist and growls out incoherently something like, “fuck,” and “good girl,” while you ride out your waves of ectasy together.

He pulls himself slowly out of you, as if trying to take in every single feeling, and grabs either side of your face to pull you into a warm, passionate kiss. His emerald eyes linger on yours as both of your breathing begins to return to normal.

He steps away only to turn on the shower for you and offer a hand down from the sink. Your legs wobble a bit as you regain your balance.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, (y/n),” Dean’s voice boomed over the sound of the water running, his hand reaching again for the skin just below your ear.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you stand on your toes to kiss Dean one more time.

“Same here, cowboy,” you breathe into his mouth.

“Cowboy?” Dean chuckled, “Next time, I’ll show you a cowboy.”

Next time??

Dean steps away, pausing to grab his boxers, blue jeans, and belt — that damn belt — and plants a firm smack on your ass. You smile and raise an eyebrow in response.

As he steps out of the bathroom door you hear Sam yell, “Ah, dude! What the hell!?”

“It’s okay, Sammy. It’s a natural, beautiful thing to see a fine male specimen like me in all its glory-“

You slam the door behind him and let out a full laugh.

You just opened a whole new can of worms, but you can’t wait to see what happens next time.

[weemsfreak]

Can you do a fic where Larissa takes care of pregnant!reader?

Unplanned but not Unloved

I never wrote anything about pregnancy before so I kind of went the way that's familiar to me. Hope you enjoy! All fluff ~ 1700 words

You sat on your bed, tears threatened to fall down your cheeks. You just had a doctors appointment, and they told you news that you never thought you would hear. You were pregnant, and all you could say is that you were surprised.

You didn’t know how this happened, you were always careful. Recently, you had only been with one person. At the time you didn't think about it, but it made sense to you now, how it must've happened. You didn't understand the science behind shapeshifting, but she must. You stared down at your doctors report, you were pregnant, it was true. You had always said that if this ever happened, you wouldn't have the baby, or you wouldn't keep it. It seemed cruel to you, honestly, but you never understood how you could take care of a child while just getting by taking care of yourself. That night you fell asleep with tears in your eyes, thinking about the beautiful woman you were to have a baby with. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad, for she was lovely, charming, intelligent, kind, and she loved her students. With all your heart, you wished that she would be happy about this. It would kill you to ruin her career, her freedom, to take away the life that she loved so much.

The next day you saw her in the hallway, talking with some students. It brought tears to your eyes to see her, how caring and motherly she was, her smile wide like she was truly enjoying herself. You didn't want to do this now, but if you didn't, you were scared that you'd be nine months pregnant and she still wouldn't know. "Hi darling" she smiled at you, walking towards you from the lobby. "Hi Rissa" you smiled back, sincerely. "How are you?" she asked, bringing her hand down to take yours. You pursed your lips and held back the tears that wanted to form in your eyes. You were fine, in reality, but you were scared, oh so scared. "I'm good" your voice wavered. Her brows furrowed and she looked down at you, concerned. You took a deep breath, "Larissa, can we talk in your office?" you asked. "Of course, love" she turned, dragging you with her by your hand.

You were sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. She sat down next to you, giving you a gentle smile. "What did you want to talk about?" You smiled but looked down at the floor, you were never good at this stuff. "I um, I- Do you remember the night we had together, last month?" you asked nervously, still looking at the floor. She brought her hand to your knee and smiled with her teeth, "Of course I do beautiful." You blushed at her and brought your gaze to meet hers, feeling slightly better. You looked into her breathtaking eyes, god, could they be more captivating, more delicate, more sincere. "I just, I need to tell you…" you trailed off as you got more nervous. "I'm pregnant" you blurted. Her eyes widened but she never looked away from you. "You're pregnant?" she asked hesitantly. "I'm pregnant, Larissa. And I haven't been with anyone recently except you, so…" you stopped talking, hoping she would get the hint. Her mouth dropped open to say something, but she paused. It felt like the longest ten seconds of your life. "You’re pregnant with my child?" she whispered. Your eyes teared up, "Yes Larissa, I'm sorry. I just found out." She took your hand in hers, squeezing it softly. Her mouth curled back into a smile as her eyes lightened, "My dear, why would you be sorry? You're telling me that you're carrying my child." "I'm pretty sure" you whispered. "Darling, you have nothing to be sorry about. Come here, love." She embraced you in a hug, pulling you tightly against her. "This is wonderful news" she mused. "Really?!" you couldn’t help but let it slip. She pulled back, "Absolutely! This is the happiest day of my life. I always wanted to be a mother" she said as her lip quivered. Your eyes widened in surprise. Regardless of how much you knew she loved her students, you never expected her to want her own children, especially with you. You sniffled as a tear rolled down your cheek, "You want to have a child with me?" She pulled you back into a hug, giving a kiss to your forehead. "Of course I want to have your child my love. You're going to be a great mother. I cannot wait until our child is born my dear" she sniffled, placing another kiss to your hair. You closed your eyes and breathed for a minute, she wasn't mad, she's happy, over the moon even. "I love you Larissa." Your eyes opened as you realized what you had confessed to her. You knew you had loved her for a while now, but you didn't know if she felt the same. "I love you too, my sweet. I love you so much" she whispered in your ear. You smiled ear to ear but still felt bad about the whole situation.

 You pulled back, holding back happy tears and cupped her cheeks. "I'm sorry Rissa, I never really wanted to have children. But honestly, being with you has opened my eyes. I would be so happy to have your child, my goddess." You leaned forward again, placing your head into her chest. "Darling, you don't have to apologize. I understand that motherhood can be intimidating, but trust me when I tell you that once you hold your child, you will love it more than anything." You let your tears fall into her chest, it seemed that your heightened emotions may be hitting you already. "I couldn't love it more than I love you Larissa" you sobbed. She chuckled and rubbed your back, soothing you. "I will hold your hand every step of the way. We will go through this together, okay darling?" Although she was trying to soothe you, her words made you sob more. "Thank you Rissa" you mumbled into her dress. "Shhh, you’re okay" she whispered. You pulled back again and looked up at her, taking in her beauty. She gave you a wide smile and wasted no time in capturing your lips with a passionate kiss. You kissed her back with all the love that you have for her, praying that she really wanted this. She broke from the kiss, "Darling, I love you so much." "I love you to Riss. Are you sure you want this?" She cupped your cheek and brought her forehead to meet yours. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life. Can I worship you, my love?" You blushed at her words, looking down. "I'm so used to doing that for you Riss, I don’t know" you said shyly. "It's my turn to worship you my love. You're my sweet, perfect darling. Let me worship you like nobody else could, let me make you feel like a true goddess." At that, your stomach rumbled, loud. You blushed in embarrassment, but Larissa just chuckled. "I think the baby has a different idea" she smiled. You thought for a minute, you had no clue how to take care of a baby. You were never the best at eating healthy, and now you had to eat for two. You frowned, "Riss, I don't know how to eat, I don't know what food baby needs." The woman chuckled at you again and held your hands in hers. "We will do some research and we will learn together, love. Now, let me make you lunch, hm?" You smiled up at her and nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

You waited on the couch as Larissa came out with a whole wheat chicken sandwich and some boiled vegetables for you and herself. It wasn't something you'd make for yourself normally, but it smelled so good. "Eat, darling" she said as she handed you the plate. As you ate, you smiled and hummed. Larissa chuckled beside you which broke you out of your trance. You looked over at her as she had a sad smile on her face. "You know, I knew that it was possible to get someone pregnant as a shapeshifter, but I didn't think it was very likely to happen. I should be the one apologizing, love, I should've been more careful." You thought about her words before you giggled. "If it was anyone else, I probably would be angry, Riss. But with the woman I love dearly, I'm happy" you smiled.

 After you finished eating, Larissa basically threw herself at you, knocking you over on the couch and laying beside you. She peppered your face with kisses before lifting your shirt and kissing your stomach gently. You closed your eyes and revelled in her touch. "I was so scared about our baby Riss" you admit quietly. Larissa moved next to you and placed a kiss on your nose, rubbing your stomach gently. She smiled and whispered, "Oh honey, don't worry about our baby, because I'm not worried, not for a second. Our child will be the most loved, as will you, beautiful." You wrapped your arms around her and found comfort in the crook of her neck. "I could never ask for someone better Riss, I'm so lucky to have you." The older woman smiled and placed a kiss in your hair. "You're the most beautiful thing in all of creation…you're mine, my everything." You let yourself be consumed by Larissa's touch and comforting words, thinking about how gorgeous your baby will be, if they're anything like Larissa. You look up at her, a sly smile on your face. She looked down at you and chuckled, "What?" You leaned into her and brought your lips to her ear. "Even though this wasn't our intention that night, I'd do it all again" you winked.

[cherryrainn]

Hazbin Hotel (specifically Alastor) songfic with a female reader completely based off the Hell's Coming With Me (poor man's poison) song???? Like, Maybe reader was a huge and powerful overlord who died in the 1700 or so (like in end of the western era) and basically was a very feared thief and killer when alive so when she finally died (she got caught and they put her on the train tracks) and came to the underworld she was hell of a powerful demon. And like when Alastor came to the picture after he died he and reader hated each other to death but in a respectful way (like they hated each other because they were a good rival) until one day Alastor finally 'killed' the reader. And what happens in the fic is that reader comes back decades after 'being killed', and she is now an even more powerfull being??

DUUDE!! I LOVE THIS SONG IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS OH MY GOD

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

— hell's comin' with me

alastor x female reader (platonic)

song link; click here

in the crimson depths of hell's domain, you, a once-feared outlaw who had perished in the final days of the wild west, roamed with an air of undeniable power. your reputation preceded you, even in the underworld. clad in dark leather, your eyes burned with a fierce determination, matching the intensity of your gun-slinging skills.

years later, after countless exploits in hell, a new figure emerged—a sinner known as alastor, he was a serial killer before he got to hell. his arrival in 1933 marked a turning point in the hierarchy of the underworld. alastor, with his dapper appearance and sinister grin, quickly made his mark among the denizens of hell.

they all laughed as he turned around slow

the denizens of hell chuckled mockingly as alastor, the charismatic demon overlord, turned around slowly, his signature smile playing upon his lips. their laughter filled the air, underestimating the power that lay beneath his charming facade.

but you, stood apart from the crowd, a knowing smirk on your face. while the others laughed, you recognized the depths of alastor's cunning and the danger he posed.

they said you ain't welcome 'round here anymore

as the denizens of hell continued to laugh, their voices echoing through the darkened corridors, alastor's smile widened. the amusement of the crowd was but fuel to his twisted desires.

you just might as well go

with a wave of his hand, alastor's sinister power surged forth, engulfing those who had dared to mock him. the once boisterous laughter turned into terrified screams as their bodies contorted and twisted under the weight of their own fear.

he wiped the blood from his face as he slowly came to his knees

alastor wiped the blood from his face with a gloved hand, his grin never wavering even in the face of his recent carnage. the room was now a tableau of macabre artistry, the lifeless bodies scattered like discarded puppets.

a hush fell over the chamber, broken only by the echoes of his own laughter. the metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, a reminder of the power he had unleashed upon those who dared to mock him.

he said, i'll be back when you least expect it

alastor's reputation reached your ears, and a sense of rivalry ignited within you. the stories of his power and charm resonated with your own thirst for dominance. although you had arrived in hell long before him, fate had woven a tale that would eventually intertwine your destinies.

and hell's coming with me

as time passed, whispers of your rivalry echoed through the depths of hell. demons watched with bated breath, intrigued by the clash of two formidable forces. your encounters were marked by tense standoffs and battles of wits, each trying to outmaneuver the other.

hell's coming with me

one day, with alastor and his dapper figure standing tall amidst the aftermath, locked eyes with you, the formidable outlaw who had found her place in hell.

"there is a hill at the bottom of the valley"

the words echoed in your mind, a haunting reminder of the fate that awaited all souls in this realm.

"where all the poor souls go when they die"

a tension hung in the air as alastor and you locked eyes.

and if you listen real close,

you can hear 'em like a ghost,

saying you're never gonna make it out alive.

a flicker of amusement danced across alastor's face, his voice dripping with sardonic charm. "ah, my dear rival, it seems the spirits themselves have spoken. can't you hear them? the echoes of doubt, whispering that your demise is inevitable."

your gaze narrowed, determination burning in your eyes. "don't mistake their voices for truth, alastor. i've faced death before, and i've always come out on top." you smirked.

a wicked grin curled alastor's lips as he leaned in, his voice laced with mocking condescension. "oh, how entertaining it is to witness your misplaced confidence. the town at the bottom of the hill, the secret they keep... you think you can defy them all? you underestimate the power that resides within their grasp."

there is a town at the bottom of that hill,

they got a secret that they keep like a slave.

they got a black magic preacher,

we'd do well to let him teach her.

you'll be heading up that hill to the grave.

the tension between alastor and you reached its boiling point, escalating into a full-blown clash.

and it is well, with my soul,

with lightning speed, you drew your gun, which was technically a part of you as it just came down with you, the power it held was amazing. your movements fluid and precise. the room reverberated with the resounding echoes of gunfire, as bullets whizzed through the air, each aimed with deadly accuracy. alastor, equally skilled and nimble, danced through the chaos, evading your shots with a devilish grace.

you line your pockets full of money that you steal from the poor

the clash of power and skill was a sight to behold, as the air crackled with energy. each blow you landed, each bullet that found its mark, only seemed to fuel alastor's determination. his grin widened, a glimmer of sadistic delight dancing in his eyes.

despite your formidable abilities, alastor seemed to possess an otherworldly strength, a power that surpassed limits. blow after blow, he deflected your attacks with unnerving ease, countering with a ferocity that left you reeling.

the wounds you inflicted upon each other painted a macabre tapestry on your bodies, a testament to the brutal struggle for dominance. but even in the face of adversity, neither of you backed down.

yet, in a moment of unforeseen precision, alastor seized an opening. his movements became a blur, an unstoppable force that overwhelmed your defenses. with a final strike, he delivered a blow that sent you sprawling to the ground.

and on your way down the hill, you hear me ring that bell

the room fell into an eerie silence as alastor stood over you, his victory palpable in the air. the fight had taken its toll, and your body lay motionless on the cold, unforgiving ground.

a wicked smile curved alastor's lips as he observed his fallen rival. his voice dripped with cruel satisfaction. "oh, how the mighty have fallen. your skills were impressive, but in the end, my dominance reigns supreme."

the battle had come to a devastating conclusion, and the denizens of hell watched in a mixture of awe and terror. alastor's victory was undeniable

and the price he paid for challenging you was steep.

i'd pay the devil twice as much to keep your soul

decades had passed since the fateful encounter that led to your supposed demise. but now, in a twist of fate, you returned to the realm of hell, and transformed into an even more powerful being. as you ventured through the hellscape, your presence went unnoticed by alastor and the other inhabitants.

there was a drifter passing through that little valley

at first, you reveled in the anonymity, relishing the element of surprise that shrouded your true identity.

she had promised she was coming back to town

alastor and the denizens of hell had no inkling that the being before them was the same one they believed to have perished long ago.

they didn't know her by her face, or by the gun around her waist.

with each passing encounter, you showcased newfound strength and abilities that surpassed anything they had witnessed before. your presence was a force to be reckoned with, leaving those around you awestruck and uncertain of the true nature of your being.

but she come back to burn that town to the ground

in the aftermath of chaos, fire engulfed the once-proud "town" billowing smoke rising to the neverending sky.

first there was fire, then there was smoke, then that preacher man was hangin' by a rope.

alastor, drawn by the carnage, arrived at the scene, his eyes scanning the destruction with a mix of curiosity and concern. and amidst the ruins, a figure emerged, cloaked in darkness, the embodiment of vengeance.

yeah, destruction was normal here,

but it ever wasn't this bad.

then they all fell to their knees and begged that drifter

as the chaos settled, the townsfolk, once arrogant and prideful, now humbled by their impending demise, fell to their knees in desperate supplication. they pleaded for mercy from the drifter they had wronged, their voices laced with fear and regret.

no sinner could actually kill these folk. what was going on?

begged her please, as she raised her fist before she spoke

as the smoke cleared, your figure emerged from the shadows, a manifestation of both righteous fury and an unforgiving darkness. alastor's gaze locked onto you, a flicker of understanding crossing his face.

"i am the righteous hand of god, and i am the devil that you forgot!"

your voice resonated with a newfound authority, each word punctuating the truth that had been hidden for so long.

and i told you one day you will see

that i'll be back i guarantee

and that hell's coming, hell's coming,

hell, hell's coming with me.

your eyes locked onto alastor's, both filled with the weight of their respective histories. in that moment, the intensity of your shared animosity hung thick in the air. a brief exchange of words passed between you, laden with a mixture of bitterness and respect.

and it is well, with my soul,

you line your pockets full of money that you steal from the poor.

"you've returned, my dear rival," alastor drawled, a hint of intrigue mingling with his ever-present smirk.

"i've come to claim what is rightfully mine," you replied, your voice tinged with a steely resolve.

the clash began, a symphony of power and skill. blow after blow, your strength surpassed even alastor's expectations,

and on your way down to hell, you hear me ring that bell

your relentless assault pushed alastor to his limits, the battle teetering on a razor's edge.

the moment of truth arrived, the battle reaching its climax. you easily had alastor cornered, victory within your grasp. but as your eyes locked with his, something stirred within you—a flicker of recognition and a shared history that transcended the present.

in that fleeting moment, a decision was made. without uttering a single word, you spared him, stepping back and relinquishing the opportunity for a final strike with a growl.

and i said,

hell's coming with me.

with a nod of acknowledgment, you walked away, leaving the fallen demon behind.

alastor watched as you walked away, a mixture of curiosity and a renewed sense of purpose ignited within him, the encounter with you shifting his perspective in unforeseen ways.

he sighs, leaning his head backwards and against the ground.

"well, my dear outlaw. i must say, you've proven to be quite the enigma, to spare me when victory was within your grasp, that's a choice that defies the very essence of our rivalry."

note; my 2nd songfic with alastor. i just wanna say, i had the time of my life writing this! it was so much fun, can't wait for more requests like this one in the future!

[samoankpoper21]

Drunken Confession - Megumi Fushiguro

Tags: modern! au, work!au, school!au

Content warnings: cussing, alcohol

Word count: 1700

Summary: Drunkenly confessing your feelings at a teacher's get together

A/N: L/N = last name ^^

You catch yourself staring at Megumi from the second floor of the school building. God that man is beautiful. Just as fast as the thought entered your head, it was quickly ruined by a loud moan in your ear resonating through out the halls. You whipped your head around, your face bright red, to find your best friend Emma clutching her stomach laughing tears spilling out her eyes. "What the hell Emma!" you hissed. "That was really loud! What if some students or even, Lord forbid, teachers heard that shit!?"

"I was just narrating what's going through your head."

"Bitch! Not everything is about sex."

"But the way you're staring at him is."

"No it's not," you mumbled. "Oh yeah?," Emma challenged. "If not sex, what were you thinking about watching Mr. Fushiguro pass by."

"How beautiful he is," you shyly mumbled.

"Come again?" Emma teased.

"I said how beautiful-"

"I'm sorry Miss L/N, you're going to have to use your big girl voice."

"I said how beautiful he is!" Emma scoffed when you heard the clearing of a throat. Both your heads turned to see Megumi standing there with a stack of books and binders in his hand. Oh how you wished that the earth would swallow you whole. How mortifying. "Hello Mr. Fushiguro." you quickly bowed hoping that it would hide your face.

"Hello Miss Johnson. Miss L/N."

"Heeeyyy Megumi," Emma teased. You shot her a glare earning a stifled laughter. "Are you going to the teacher's outing this weekend?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"You should come. I heard it's going to be really exciting."

"Ugh I don't know, I'm not much of a party person, let alone a get together with coworkers type of person." You felt your face drop a little, your emotions sinking lower. So he only sees me as a coworker? You gave Emma a pained, grateful smile. You knew what she was attempting to do: she was trying to play wingman for you both but it was failing epically.

"Mr. Fushiguro, I beg to differ. I feel like this outing would be worth your time. You should give it a shot. It's not often we get to see each other outside of work."

"We'll see. I'll catch up with you later, have to run to class. Miss Johnson. Miss L/N." You both watched his slender back and broad shoulders. "Gawd he's so polite."

"Welp, I tried."

"Thanks Em. I know. Listen I gotta run too. My class starts in 15. See you Saturday?"

"See you Saturday."

The rest of the week went by in a blur; you found yourself surrounded by mountains of clothes, hangers askew, having a hard time trying to pick out an outfit. You didn't want to overdress but you also didn't want to show up in sweats or slacks. You finalized on high-waisted black jeans, a red hoodie, black and white plaid fannel, red and white Jordan 1's retro; your hair in a high bun, two parts hanging loosely to frame your face. Oh shit! It's almost 7:30PM! You ran out the house and called for a taxi.

Arriving at the pub 30 minutes later, you rushed inside and was escorted to an already rowdy, loud room. The sliding door slid open and cheers and whoops greeted your arrival. Emma rushed over to you saying, "Ohmygod bitch finally! You're here!" before leading you to sit beside her. Scanning the room, you were disappointed to not see Megumi there, even after he warned you both that he wasn't the "party type". You sighed as Emma complimented you on your outfit pouring you a shot.

The first shot was pure fire but shot after shot it was becoming easier to knock back. "Oh my god! It's Megumi!" Emma yelled. You all turned towards the door and there he was, in all his angelic glory. Everyone cheered and clapped as Megumi rushed to sit across from you.

You took in his tattered black jeans, black t-shirt, and silver wristwatch. You could smell his cologne but couldn't put your finger on what brand it was. "Megumiiiiii, I'm so glad to see you." He chuckled and asked, "Are you drunk already Miss L/N?" you crossed your arms in a shape of an x and said in Korean, "Andwae (No)." He laughed and by gawd that was the warmest laugh you have ever witnessed and you wanted to bathe in it again, bottle it up for yourself. "You know Korean Miss L/N?"

You playfully put your finger to your chin imitating a thinking emoji and replied, "Jogeumyo (A little)."

"I'm a little sad Miss L/N, I would've loved to hear you speaking Japanese." he knocked his shot back and you swear you heard his voice grow lower with that last sentiment.

The liquor kept coming and each time you would catch Megumi staring at you. You looked around the room to see that most of the patrons had either went to the restroom, caught a taxi home/to a hotel, or were laying down on the floor of the establishment. It was you, Megumi, Emma, and a few of the other teachers that were still sitting upright. You excused yourself to go to the restroom, hoping that if you look at Megumi, it'll telepathically tell him to follow you. You washed your hands with cold water staring at your red face in the mirror. Tonight I'm going to tell him! You splashed cold water on your face a few times determined to tell Megumi your feelings.

You slid the doors of the room open and panicked to see an absent Megumi. No, no, no. Did he leave?!?! "Em?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's Megumi?"

"Oh, he left."

"He left?! How long ago did he leave?"

"30 minutes ago?"

"I wasn't in the bathroom that long!" you groaned.

"Yeah you were. I was about to come and check on you but you came through the doors." Fucking hell. You grabbed your glass, poured, and continued drinking. "Whoa there buddy. I think you need to slow down."

"No, it's just-I'm so frustrated."

"Why are you frustrated?" in the midst of your drunken rant you failed to see your phone vibrating with Megumi's name popping up on your screen. With a mischievous grin on Emma's face, she slid to answer and continued. "Why are you frustrated Y/N?"

"Because I really weally weally wanted to talk to Gumi."

"Gumi? You have a nickname for him already?"

"Yeeeeah," you giggled.

"So what's stopping you?"

"Because he aweady leave...and I didn't get to shay goodbyyyyeeee." you pouted before you dropped your head on the table. Emma grabbed your phone saying, "You heard that Mr. Fushiguro? Are you coming to pick her up?"

"I'll be right there."

Waking up, you found yourself on Megumi's back. This is a nice dream. I think I can die in peace now. You began to nibble on his ear, making your way to his neck lightly blowing air, licking and sucking. "Y/N," he groaned. "Please stop. You're making this very hard for me." Eh? Your head shot up to see a blushing Megumi. One of your hands pinched your cheeks and pulled his hair emitting a gasp from him. "Megumi? How-"

"You called my phone."

"Ohmygawd I'm so sorry."

"It's ok Y/N. I'm just glad I got to you before anyone else got to you." You hummed in response and went back to laying your head on his back. "You know Megumi, whoever your partner will be is going to be one lucky person."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because because you're so kiiiiiind, and smaaaart, and really really weally good looking. You're a gentle soul but not like you get bullied around you know. You stand for justice and that's what I like about you. Yup, I said it. I really really like you and you have no idea of it." He paused noting that you had fallen asleep causing him to chuckle and shake his head.

The rays of sun pierced through your eyes, you groaning and rolling into the warmth-warmth? Your eyes shot open and Megumi continued laying there blushing with his arms wrapped around you. "Megumi?" you croaked. You noticed that he was wearing a simple white t-shirt trying to dissuade yourself from nuzzling into his chest and scent. "I'm sorry did I-"

"Emma told me to come get you."

"I'm so sorry. I hope I wasn't disturbing or annoying you."

"You've never disturbed or annoyed me Y/N." You like this: waking up on a Sunday morning with Megumi's arms wrapped around you. You sighed at the realization that he was only taking care of you from a coworker's point of view. "Well I better get going. I don't want to take up too much of your Sunday." You turned trying to scoot off the bed when Megumi enveloped you into a back hug, your back pressed firmly against his chest. "Did you mean what you said last night?" Shit. What did I say last night???!!! Before you could answer, Megumi replied, "You probably don't remember much but I came to that get together for you." You could feel yourself blushing when the events of last night finally dawned on you. You gasped turning to stare at his neck seeing the small hickey you left, his blush deepening. "I thought you only saw me as a coworker." you whispered. He caressed your face saying, "From the moment I saw you, I've always wanted to talk to you. It took me a lot of courage to try and work up something but then you said hi first and it was game over for me. I wanted to keep talking to you and was happy that you would let me be near you. I'm sorry I'm not great at conveying my feelings but just I know I like you too."

"You do?" you excitedly ask. "Like more than a coworker?"

"Well you wouldn't be laying in my bed if I saw you as just a coworker." you blushed and pecked his nose. He leaned back to stare at you before leaning forward to capture your lips. "Beautiful."

[bowandcurtsey]

{1700 event}

tw: smut / nsfw / lemon / minors dni / unchecked works

okay I'm excited for this one because it's the ABO verse (alpha / beta / omega) And we have imprinting AND SMUT HOLYYYYYY. I'm kinda rusty at smut so please, just forgive me.

Settings: modern world / ABO universe

Licht x f! reader

You took a deep breath of the fresh air and enjoyed the gentle sea breeze. Finally, you were starting your long awaited solo vacation.

A long island iced tea in one hand and your phone in another, you lay on your beach chair and decided to take a video to upload it to your socials.

Someone walked into the frame of your video, covering the view of the beach.

“Oh, pardon me.” He quickly hastened his pace.

His gentle voice forced your attention to break away from your phone to the direction of the voice.

At the moment you both made eye contact, you felt sparks shivering down your entire body.

A handsome young man, pale skin with ash grey hair pulled back into a tiny man bun, stared right back at you with golden orbs. Despite his lean build, his stare gave you such authoritative vibes that it make your knees go weak.

He was an alpha, no doubt.

He wasn't sitting too far from where you were, so you stole glances every now and then, checking him out.

You sneakily tried to take a picture of him and wanted to send it to amy, your best friend.

bbg.. this man's sooooo fine, check him out

A figure loomed over you, shading you from the sun. You jumped up from your seat seeing that it was the man you were texting Amy about.

"hi." his eyes maintained contact with yours, making your heart race.

"h-hi..?" you squeaked under his intense presence, you could feel some changes in your body and it was starting to get hotter.

"you've been checking me out for some time, do I know you?"

A wave of embarrassment crept up on you as your tongue turned gibberish; unable to produce the right words to say. Damn this alpha being so sleek and confident about himself!

"My name's Licht, what's yours?"

"y/n. sorry I mistook you for someone else." you said lamely.

"oh. alright." he shrugged, and you thought that was it, he was gonna go away and everything was just gonna be over.

But he pulled in closer, his breathe warm on your cheeks, whispering into your ears,"but it seems I have imprinted on you, so I'm not gonna let you go so easily now, omega."

imprinted?? on you? is that even possible? You figured that he just wanted to get into your pants and have probably done so before in the past.

He smiled a smile that looked so soft and gentle on the outside but left shivers running up your spine.

"y-you're crazy!" you quickly pushed him away before you lost control of yourself and got up. You gathered up your things hastily but as you were about to grab your bag and go, Licht held onto your hand.

"I thought you said I was fine? in your text to your friend?" he smile again, this time you swore you saw a little glint in his eyes.

"This is invasion of privacy!" your face was feeling hot.

"I mean, you just took a picture of me without my permission, you know?" he gave you a little wink, sending butterflies running amok in your stomach.

"can i treat you to dinner, y/n? as an apology for everything today. I genuinely want to get to know you."

"No, i'm good." you said and left for the public showers.

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God had to be seriously playing a damn prank on you when you went on heat while in the showers. You made sure to wrap yourself up even though it was a hot day out to suppress your scent as much as possible.

But as an omega, you always gave off very strong pheromones while in heat and it always attracted unwanted alphas.

"hey pretty doll, where are you headin? need a ride?" a redhead came up to you the moment you were out. "you're giving off a really sweet scent~"

"go away!" you barked at him

"fiesty, but thankfully, we redheads love a little spice, baby girl."

"leave her alone," Licht appeared once again.

"hey, I got to her first." the redhead tried to size licht up.

With a light push, the redhead was thrown into the walls as you stood there, mouth agape. He turned around to look at you with the same mysterious smile again.

He grabbed your hand this time, with a firm hold, as if he's not gonna let you go unless you followed him.

"I'll send you home." he said after seating you into his tesla.

He leaned over to buckle your seat belt for you, his close presence make your body shiver from his alpha scent, your legs involuntarily crossed each other so you could clamp your thighs together tightly to get some sort of ease from the painfully growing heat in your groin.

You couldn't help but steal some glances at the man in the driver's seat. His long slender fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, his eyes that seemed to hold the sun peeking from underneath the sunglasses.

Even from the jacket he was wearing, you could see that he was well-built, despite his lean figure. And his crotch-

There was a tent.

Right, he was an alpha that just imprinted on you and you were an omega in heat right now. Your scent was overbearing in this small space.

You were touched at his level of self control; a normal alpha like your ex would have just pounced on you, whether you were willing to or not. This man still managed to make small talks with you, but all you could look at were his adam's apple throbbing up and down his throat, thinking about how sexy it was.

You peeked at his "tent" a few times, it was already massive from under the fabric, and you couldn't help but wonder about the size when it was unraveled..

You felt your inner thighs getting sticky from your lustful thoughts and uncomfortably switched legs to cross.

Licht's hands gripped onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He stepped on the accelerator hard and reached your place quickly.

"t-thank you." you unbuckled your seat belt.

"Welcome. Be careful of Alphas when you're on your heat."

"why did you imprint on me?" you asked suddenly and quietly. You really wondered, how did this handsome, perfect man could ever fall for someone like you.

"falling in love and imprinting on someone is not really by choice, I just have an urge to protect you, mark you and mate you." he said it flatly.

The idea of being marked and mated with Licht sent your body into overdrive, the heat in your arousal becoming unbearable as your breathing started to get laboured. You curled your toes and clenched your thighs tightly together.

Licht leaned in towards you, one hand reaching out to press against the door on your side, caging you in the passenger seat, "why does it seem that you liked what I just said?"

"n-no..." you mewled.

"you sure..?" he leaned closer to your ears, voice turning into a whisper, "don't think I didn't notice you looking at my dick."

He stroked the tip of your earlobe with his tongue, causing you to whimper.

He gave a small chuckle hearing your whimper and placed his palm on your knees, drawing small and gentle circles on your skin, "your body is giving out so much pheromones that it's almost choking me, sweetheart."

His touch made your body yearn for a release so much that the pain in your below started to get more unbearable. Your mind was getting hazy and you felt like you were about to pass out.

Curse you and your omega type, your bad timing heat AND your indecent thoughts on this man. Your hand reached out to tug on his forearms, "h-help me.."

His teeth gritted together as he swallowed slowly, pulling all of his strength together to not tear off all your clothes and rut crazily into you at this instant.

His hands glided up your knees and up your thighs as your other hand fist onto his shirt. He reached to your inner thighs, feeling your arousal on them.

"You're that soaked? or you've already cummed from your dirty thoughts of me?" he pulled back a little to question you, but your face was already bright red with your mouth slightly agape.

Your reaction made Licht yank you into a passionate kiss, pressing you down against the leather seats. His fingers finally reached your crotch, trying to get access.

"Help me out here, baby girl. Spread out for me."

Your hand let go of his shirt and reached out to pull your fabric to one side as you parted your legs so he could reach into you easily.

"so wet, jesus." he commented as his fingers touched your soaking hole.

You moaned impatiently as you felt the tip of his fingers brush against your entrance. Your hand that was on his forearm pulled him closer to you, begging for intrusion.

He put two digits into you with ease, filling up your cunt with his long slender fingers. Your walls gushed against him, swallowing and clenching against his fingers.

His thumb swirled against your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, forcing out cries and lewd moans from your throat. Your hips tried to rub against his hand, desperate to find your release.

You finally found the knot growing in your stomach and your moans started to get louder, not giving a care in the world about anyone that was outside of this car.

Licht suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, earning a cry from your mouth.

"Sorry sweetheart, I can't take it anymore," he unbuckled his pants and freed his member.

You stared. It was indeed huge.

He wrapped his fingers around himself, giving his penis a good few pumps. You could see his arousal forming at the tip of his sword.

"come," he beckoned for you to sit on his lap, "take all you want sweet thing."

Your gaping hole wanted him, seeing his member made you want to rut crazily on his cock.

You crawled on top of him with all your strength, straddling him, hovering your entrance above his dick.

Licht pulled your thighs further apart, so your hold opened wider as he slowly guided you to lower yourself.

His tip pierced through your entrance, electrifying your senses, pushing against your gummy walls.

You slowly but impatiently sat on him, swallowing his huge cock to it's hilt, whilst your body froze and your mouth was slightly agape in silence at the intensive pleasure.

You finally sat down fully, mewling at his tip pressing against your deepest spot. You could already feel the knot in your abdomen arising again as you naturally rocked against his hip.

"That's it, good girl." he coaxed you, as he reached into your shirt and underneath your bra to fondle with your nipples.

"ahh~" you cried out again, "cumming.. m cumming!"

"mhmm, good girl, cum by yourself on my dick,"

you bounced up and down, letting his tip kiss your cervix again and again until you felt a wave of pleasure tipping over.

Licht felt it too; your walls clamping so tightly against him, your bouncing getting weaker, so he steadied you with both his arms and rutted mercilessly into you.

The stimulation and the sudden speed sent you into your climax suddenly, bursting all kinds of pleasure nerves in your body as your body froze for seconds.

Your walls pulsate against his dick violently as you felt fluid squirting out of you. Your mouth was in a silent o while you were stuck in your euphoria.

You screamed at the overstimulation when he continued pounding into you as you came down from your high.

"bear with me.." he said through gritted teeth as he continued his rampage.

With one last hard thrust, he emptied himself into you.

You collapsed against him, catching your breath as he stroked the back of your hair.

"Be my mate and let me mark you." he said in between breaths, "I want to knot you over and over so you can have litters of my kids."

[that1nkyone]

Hang on, I gotta talk about the Platypus for a sec

So it's a pretty well-known fact that once colonialists started invading Australia in the 1700s, they came across a lot of fauna that made them go "what the fuck is this." A lot of the default reaction for England back then was 'shoot it and take it back home,' or 'put aboard a ship and hope it's alive when we get there.'

But I wanna talk a little about the details of that, and how I'm a little cheesed off with the Naturalists of Old when they first saw a platypus.

For one, it was dead. And dismissed because there's no way that beak was real. Those cheeky colonists were definitely playing a prank and wasting their time.

And then a few more come in, this time preserved as well as they can be in spirits. And people start saying "okay, well... what is it? Is it a bird? The bill makes me think it's a bird." "These aren't feathers." "It swims? It's an amphibian, which is a Reptile, as we all know (they didn't think these guys Seperate until quite a bit later)." "This thing is also clearly amongst the Lower Beings of God's Creations (Creationism was still a big thing in scientific circles)."

Paper upon paper was written about this new creature, and suddenly nobody could agree on what to classify it as. Their ideas of the natural order started suddenly collapsing and being thrown into disarray.

Because of this little guy.

The Naturalist Science scene was going berserk halfway across the world because their fundamental understanding of nature was being turned on its head by this tiny mammal - who they were still trying to decide whether it was a mammal.

The English were having arguments with the French, but some were collaborating ideas based on what data they'd gained (some French and English naturalists met up in Australia during the war to share a drink and talk about Platypuses). Because this strange duck-billed creature surely had no place in the Chain of Being, their point of classification for species that they'd used for the past hundreds of years. And if it did, where the heck did it belong?

Did it lay eggs? How did it swim? What was the bill for? They didn't know the answer to any of these questions because all the specimens they got from Australia were Very Deceased, either being shot and put in spirits, or dried out. The poor platypus was being done in a lot for the sake of research.

And look, I know methods were Different back then, and it wasn't easy to transport live specimens or have the technology to preserve specimens over half the planet. With that said, I do want to point something out:

While this huge crisis is happening, in January 1812, a man named Patrick Hill gets the bright idea to like... ask the elder of the local Indigenous tribe about them (my source records him as Cookoogong, but not all sources about First Nations from early colonial texts are accurate.)

And Cookoogong's like "Oh, these guys? Yeah, so, they do lay eggs. They have long, deep burrows. We know how to get to them. There's a spur at the back of their feet. We don't really eat them for food. We call it the mullingong.*"(also malangong, depending on what tribe/dialect) Cool. Mystery solved.

Except:

It took over seventy years for this information to become accepted as scientific fact.

Not just because of the inherent biases of the Colonials being backwater people and prisoners in a funny little land far away, not just out of a need to get more data before confirmation, but because almost nobody in Europe took the word of the native population in Australia.

And in between that 72 year gap between 1812 and 1884, there were so many instances of the First Nations people giving vital and essential pieces of information on correctly identifying the features and habits of this land mammal as European Scientists had a massive meltdown and argument over whether an animal they'd Never Seen Alive gave milk or not.

Hell, Charles Darwin made the trip to Australia, and was inspired by animals like the Platypus to start questioning whether all life was truly static and didn't transition or adapt to changing circumstances.

The platypus made Charles Darwin start questioning his beliefs in Creationism, and going on to begin his steps towards the theory of evolution.

And then there's Harry Burrell, who had the bright idea of like, not killing specimens every time someone wanted to see it up close. He was one of the first recorded people to try and keep platypuses in captivity, and thoroughly learn their preferred lifestyle, diet and breeding habits from careful observation. He would learn how to make platypuses Comfortable, and how to transport them safely.

His protege, David Fleay (pictured below), would go on to ensure the first successfully bred platypus in captivity - 'Corrie' (born to parents Jack and Jill).

what I'm saying is, the story of trying to Classify the Platypus ends in "Nature is just fucking weird, we're going to try understanding it as best we can, and maybe we should ask and respect the opinions of the people who have lived alongside something we don't understand for thousands of years."

The platypus is literally referred to by Mervyn Griffiths, an authority on monotremes, "The animal of all time."

Anyway, in summary: - Colonialism fucking sucks and Sovereignty was never ceded.

- The Platypus is an Amazing Creature and sorta Toppled Creationism in the scientific community??

[thecameronchronicles]

December 1st

TW: Smut. Language. Mentions of Masturbation. 

SUMMARY: The trials of No Nut November begin to get the best of you and your boyfriend, Rafe. 

WORD COUNT: 1700

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December 1st

He didn’t do it for the money, because God knows he didn’t need it. He did it strictly for bragging rights. The fact he could hold some title aside from the heavy weight of his surname pressuring to crush him at one misstep or one crossword. And yet his decision to partake in ‘No Nut November’ along with Topper, Kelce, and the remaining band of Kooks you had become acquainted with since you’d been dating him, would affect not only him but you. And this was because he demanded the same from you as well. 

‘If I can’t come, you can’t either. Not like you can go anywhere else…’ He teased you as you retaliated in verbiage against him in claiming it wasn’t fair you’d be denied as this was his choice to try and prove some form of masculinity by being able to withdraw his gluttonous need and transcend to some new plane of sel-restriction. But it wasn’t just about him. You were being denied. And because of that, you were more repressed, and even more bratty, than usual. 

The first week was actually rather easy as you almost had fun teasing one another. Flirty glances across the table and further desperations of clawing fingers as you would stand before the floor length mirror fixing any ensemble and feel him wrap around you. But as the first seven days would leave teases in the air and satiations unquelled, they were now crossing into a new line of desperation at the end of that second week as those touches needed more. It showed in each kiss and every touch, lust and love mixing and blurring beneath this need as you were turned against the mirror of the bedroom. 

“I’m gonna fucking explode-” He groaned into you as yoru teeth captured his ear, nibbling on his earlobe just enough to make him feel that tease of pain that sent his eyes into a roll. 

“Nobody has to know, Rafe…” You whined as he took his hands to your waist to stop the grinding motions you were making against him. 

“I will.” He shot back. 

“You don’t even need the money, baby…But we need this…” You ran your hand down his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath your palm until he captured your wrist. 

“It’s about exercising self control-”

You groaned. 

“But Rafe-”

“Don’t be a brat, baby…We’re halfway there.” You were left with this discomfort of needing this release, only to be denied once again. And yet, as you would find the beginning of the third week to pass excruciatingly slowly, you gained somewhat of an idea to try and push his buttons. You did this by veiling yor seductions towards his friends. 

Complimenting them and finding any excuse to touch their arms or thighs, knowing he wouldn’t do anything about it and you could get away with truly anything in this moment. You continued this before slipping away into the shadows of Tannyhill, his steps quick to follow. 

“You trying to make us all lose at once?” He asked with a narrowing of his eyes. 

“I have nothing to lose, Rafe…And I’m getting VERY impatient. If YOU won’t give it to me all for ‘bragging rights’, I’m sure someone else would-”

He caught your arm in the attempt you made to leave. 

“You let anyone else even dance with you tonight and you’ll be sorry.”

“So you keep saying…But you won’t do anything about it for at least another two weeks. So that means two more weeks of you realizing what you’re without… In fact…” As brazen as it was, you pulled your fingers between your lips before setting them between your thighs, taking hold of his shirt until he acted as a cover for your fingering. 

“Oh God…I could come so fast…” You moaned as he apprehended your wrist. 

“I swear TO God if you do anything without me, you’re gonna spend all of December tied to my bed overstimulated and trembling-”

“I don’t believe in -” He kissed you quiet, fingers replacing your own as your hand gripped desperately around his own. 

“Yes, please…Fuck…yes-yes-yes…” You whimpered as he took no prisoners, bending his fingers into that perfect angle to hit THAT spot as you rode his hand. His second came to the back of your neck, kissing your skin, before he came to your lips once again, speaking against them. 

“Feel how good that is baby?”

“Mmmhmm…mmm…”

“You want to feel it ever again and you’re gonna behave-Don’t test me, baby…” He retracted, licking his fingers clean, before returning to his friends, your desperations reaching a fever pitch. And yet, you knew he would make you pay for any disrespect and disobedience. For that, you obliged his request and returned to his side, but doing so with a pout. 

Thanksgiving was a game of traces and teasing as you would be the one to finally retract as he had pulled you into his father’s office between entree and dessert. 

“I don’t fucking care anymore…” He groaned into you, leading your hand to his pants, before you pulled away. 

“I have had to wait three weeks…You can wait another one, can’t you, Rafe? Wasn’t it what you said about self control-” Hh silenced you with a hand to your jaw. 

“The second that fucking clock hits December, you’re gonna get it…”He leaned closer. “And there’s no fucking safe word that can stop what I’m gonna do to you.” You swallowed hard with excitement. 

“Until then…” You teased a kiss and a brush across his cock, before returning to dinner. 

The final hours of November were grueling as you sat in the living room of Tannyhill, flipping through social media to distract yourself from anything but the pulsation between your legs. Meanwhile, Rafe sat across from you, paperwork set on the space before you both, his eyes following the lines made of your fingers as you teased him as they moved beyond your breasts and just at the seam of your panties, visible by wearing only his dress shirt left over from earlier that day, and eventually finalizing at your lips. His eyes flashed to the clock set just over your shoulder. 

Two more hours until he could make good on those threats. But he needed something before hand. And so as you would tease him by biting the pads of your fingers and closing your eyes, he pulled you over his shoulder, a smack to your ass, before leading you to the bedroom. 

“Rafe, it isn’t-”

“Shut the fuck up.” He commanded before tossing you onto your back, a slight bounce made against the mattress, before you were pulled at his hips. He licked his lips, cocking his head, before taking his fingers down between your breasts and teasing your panties. 

“God, they’ve been soaked all month, haven’t they sweetheart?”

“Please…It’s two hours, Rafe!”

“And you’re gonna spend the next two hours paying for the last two weeks specifically…” He would edge you continuously following these words. Pleasure now an echo to what he wouldn’t grant, all while torturing himself in the process by the way your moans hardened him to stone. 

“Rafe, please-” His eyes turned to the direction of the clock, his face stained with your slick as well as his own seat from having consumed you in every possible way, exercising every form of foreplay he could without granting either of you a release. 

“Five minutes-”

“FUCK!” You groaned as he chuckled, preparing himself between your thighs. 

“PLEASE!” You begged with tears in your eyes, your body already in tremors as your mind flashed to the recent moments. His tongue between your folds, his fingers spreading your slick between those same lips, only to suck off his reward from both his fingertips and your clit, and the brutal swipes to your ass as he would use his cock to edge you in further teasing, only penetrating as midnight finally came after the hellish wait. 

“One more time. Real pretty how I like…” He asked, cock at your sex, your hair pulled to where he could look into your eyes as you were angled this way on your stomach. 

“Please, Rafe…Please-” You were thrust forward, belting out in a banshee’s cry as he pulled you back into him. No kindness or caution came from his motions. Where love and passion usually existed became replaced and deafened by your mutual need. 

“I’m gonan come-I’m gonan come-” He groaned as you nodded, his finger to your clit having sent you close via your overstimulated clit as he bit into your shoulder before thrusting harshly into you. But before you could settle with the satisfaction, you were taken onto your back, your knees forced to yoru chest. 

“Rafe-”

“You wanted to play…so fucking play-” He groaned over you, ignoring his own overstimualion as he proceeded to come again. And again. The first hours of December spent chanting your name between curses and your pleas.

“Rafe, I can’t take it anymore-” But to this, you were pulled from the bed and taken to your knees on its edge. 

“I said no safe word. So you’re gonna take it until I’ve had enough. Punishment for your teasing.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Oh you will be. THAT isn’t an empty threat.” He forced his cock between your lips, your tears making his eyes roll into approval, before he had you gagging and gasping, yoru thighs soaked from a mix of your cum, until he pulled you to the edge of the bed at his side. 

“It may be bragging rights for me…but YOU get the trophy…” He took your hand to his shaft, slick and somehow still painfully hard before he took hold of the back of your neck. 

“And you’re gonna wear it proudly for me…” He explained while the final spurts of hot cum now painted your chest, his thumbs tracing it over your nipples and between their existence, before you would be left in the aftermath of repression and final satisfaction. 

“You have one hour. And then you’re making up for Thanksgiving…not to mention teasing my friends…One hour.” He warned before leaving you to bask in the ache he left behind and the thrill of what was still to come…

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Chapter Two:

A snake & a lighter

Word count approx: 1700

☆Track list☆

Lullaby - The Cure

Talk Show Host - RadioHead

A Large python is inching its way towards the door of your bedroom. It's dark in your room, it must be night, you think? Moonlight drowns the room and the shadows of the rain sprinkle down your floral wallpaper. It feels familiar. The makeup bottles on your white dresser. Your denim jacket on its regular hook. Your stuffed animals preciously lined against your floor. School photos of you in miscellaneous academics adorned the wall. The snake continues, this dangerous animal making its way into your room. You see yourself asleep in your own bed like watching some sort of demented film. You want to alert yourself of the impending danger. The snake reaches the foot of your bed and you feel your muscles strain. You try to scream to yourself "WAKE UP! WAKE UP ITS GOING TO GET YOU!" but no noise seems to come out. You feel breathless. The snake slowly climbs onto your bed, paving it's large body through your comforter. You watch it approach your helpless body. You watch, terrified as the snake begins to hug around your body. You feel the tension of the snake starting to tighten harder and harder. It's getting difficult to breathe when some sort of...heat fills your chest. you feel your chest raising and deflating with hot electricity. This same feeling you had felt a week ago at the records store. When that..guy..stared into your soul like a lion to a lamb. Suddenly you surrender to it all. You want this. The fear and the heat entangle you as you fade into darkness. Wake up,wake up, wake up.

"Wake Up Y/N!" Daisy's voice echos into your consciousness. You snap awake with a gasp. Daisy is timidly sat at the edge of your bed, a look of concern on her face. "Y/N, I think you were having a nightmare." She says softly. The morning light blisters the bed through the white curtains of the guest bedroom. Your eyes squint as you come to. You feel your heart beat slowing. "You're all sweaty" she laughs slightly as if to mend the awkward awakening with humor. "Oh..." You sit up in a daze, sleepily rubbing your eyes. "What a terrible way to wake up on your birthday!" Daisy laughs louder now, she skips to the window and excitedly strings the curtains open. "My god!" You laugh and practically hiss at the light like a vampire. The light shocks you fully awake probably as Daisy intended. She did not take lightly to birthdays. Your 18th birthday. Wow what a milestone. How weird. I don't feel so different, am I supposed to feel-adultish? You thought to yourself as you accustom yourself to being awake. "My little baby ain't a baby no more!" Daisy cooed in a semi false sad, motherly tone as she embraced you in your sweaty pajamas. Daisy had turned 18 in February and was older by just a little. But she was more experienced in just about everything and sometimes felt like an older sister. You spent your birthday each year at Daisy's as it fell in June, right as you were on your regularly scheduled summer stay. You had started being sent away during the summers as mother and daddy chose to work full time during the summers as it was the busiest season for their line of work. At least that's what they tell you. The true reason was, as their only daughter, they took no chances of you getting into trouble or mischief like the rest of the teenagers in your town would during summer. The number of teen pregnancies that occurred the summer you turned 12 shocked your parents so intensely that they opted to ship you away entirely to the safe haven that is....Hollywood...and up until now it's worked it's job with only few instances of mischief under Daisy's wing. And yet this new feeling of yearning gnawed at you. It began the day you had listened to the Aerosmith album. The inner yearning for something more. Something new.

-

You sit in a trance at the dining table. Your breakfast untouched before you. Your apetite escapes you as you recount the nightmare in your head. Snakes. You've never really feared snakes. You haven't even seen one recently that would provoke such a fright. You recall on the warmth of emotion that overtook you in the dream. Almost a pleasurable sensation? Fear and Pleasure. You felt torn from feeling such intense emotions simultaneously. Confused at where this came from, some unidentifiable sense of impending doom ate away at you. Aunt Shena had prepared a gorgeous spread in honor of your birthday. She was religiously intense but her heart meant good always. She was present when she could be but could often be found hypocritically passed out from her anti anxieties or shopping uncle Robs salary away. Again, she meant well.

"Now girls." Aunt Shena excused herself from the table, dabbing non existent remnants of her uneaten food from the corners of her lipsticked mouth. "While I'd love to stay and join in on the festivities, I've got to get to a very important meeting with the crochet group for a fundraiser. I know you've only just turned 18, Y/N, but I thought it might be nice to go to the beach or a night showing at the movies?" Aunt shena primped her hair in the hallway mirror. "Just don't-" she paused and smiled at us both. "Don't tell your uncle Rob I've let you out so soon unsupervised. He doesn't need to know. There's some allowance upstairs on my dresser." She said hurried. She always made sure she looked so....very nice..for her crochet group. Very nice. It made you wonder at times but not enough to pry. Not your business what goes on at crochet. Plus if it took her off your backs whatever it was was very much so none of your business. For a bible thumping hills wife, Aunt Shena sure seemed to have her own unholier-than-thou activities. Again-not your business.

"And Daisy-" she turned and gave her a pleading look." Please...just take the jeep this time." Daisy and you exchange looks. Did she know about the Pontiac? Nevertheless, for a woman of god she seemed less than uninterested in consequence or punishment of Daisy's wrongdoings. Which seemed to make Daisy want to get into even more mischief. Daisy nodded in agreement, accepting her stern reprimanding from her all attentive mother.

-

The sun scorched across the water. A slight breeze gave occasional relief. You lay on your stomach and mindlessly draw circles in the sand. Just absorbing the ocean ebbing and flowing in blue and white hues. The seagulls crying out. The distant screams of people joyfully splashing in the water. Your mind couldn't help but revisit the dream once more. But every time you did, you couldn't help but revisit the record store in your mind. That guy. He hadn't left your mind since. Had you left his? Was it as electrifying for him as it was for you? No man had ever taken such residence of your mind before, not like this. You try to recall his features from memory. The gruff stature, and wild, beautiful curls that fell perfectly around his face. His face, that smile. That smile that was so sweet it was almost maddening. The way his pouted lips curved into that smirk. The way his hand felt over yours for that brief moment. His grip was strong and his fingers were fashioned with rings. One of them was a snake ring. The ring was a snake. That's where you saw the snake from, could it be? Such an intense dream from a simple ring on a finger? You couldn't help but believe that he had something to do with it. Somehow that interaction inspired that dream. He inspired that dream. What did it mean?

"So like I was saying Y/N" Daisy's voice intruding your thoughts. She flicked her lighter on the edge of her cigarette, lighting it into a steady stream of smoke. She held it to her lips and took a drag. A well seasoned drag at that. She motioned it to you but you politely shake your head no. "You remember that guy I met last week at tower records right?" Daisy continues. 'No' You think to yourself. "Yeah" you lie. To be honest, the entire car ride home that Daisy had spilled juicy details about her newest boyfriend, you had been busy thinking about your own mystery man who had wooed you at the cash register. "Well like I was saying, he and his friends have this band. I can't remember the name. 'Something Roses'. Anyways, they have a concert tonight and he said we'd get in for free. You down for a little birthday fun?" She gently pushes you with herself in a joking manner. A concert? You can't remember the last concert you'd even seen. It might have been the church family Christmas choir concert? That doesn't really count though. Daisy observes you thinking on it and offers a deal sweetener. "It's a rock band" she pushes again. Daisy knew all too well your developing fascination with rock music, and frankly the fading boundaries of which you once held yourself to. Over the years, the constant protection and coddling and bubble wrapping had worn on you. Something had been stirring violently within you over time. Sometimes it was like you felt as though you were born with a ticking time bomb in your heart. And the older you grew, the less time remained on the clock. All the walls, all the quiet submission, all the rules and the rhythms in which you kept your life stringent to, all felt like it could just take a single spark and you would ignite.

You suddenly feel a sense of overwhelming over-your-head bravery. You snatch the cigarette out of Daisy’s grasp and suck in an entirely too large inhale of smoke. You cough it all out immediately and laugh, as does Daisy-out of shock. A hilariously failed attempt to look badass in your moment of newfound bravery, but the smoke felt good as it burned your throat. You finally manage to choke out:

"Okay, let's go."

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