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norrisleclercf1 · 10 months

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It's All A Lie

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader x Charles Leclerc

Words: 3K

Warnings: Just pure angst, honestly it just hurts the entire time

Rating: PG-13

Synopsis: It all comes crashing down when your lies are all revealed, no one is spared and everyone leaves broken in some way

Our Boy Masterlist/ Previous: Hey Dad / Next: Letter 1

"Good to see me again?" Nico makes a noise of discomfort hearing the sharp edge of your father's voice. "I highly doubt this a good to see me again, moment Nico. Especially how we all left things off." Mr. Häkkinen cuts, deep Nico stepping back from Elijah.

"Selitä itsellesi. Nyt." Flinching at your father's words, you feel like that little girl again, telling him you're pregnant. He was furious, more so that you were stupid enough to let Nico get your pregnant. It was a couple months before he came around. "Isä, minä olen," Mika holds his hand, not wanting to hear your excuses.

"Elijah, go with your Pa and Dad." "No." Your eyes widen at Elijah's bold disobedience towards your father. "No? Boy, I suggest you do as you're told." Elijah stands his ground, refusing to move from Nico's side. "Elijah, do as you're told." Nico whispers, not wanting to make this worse. "Why? They're not my fathers, they didn't fucking know you're my father." Elijah spits. "Elijah James Leclerc-Norris, you will listen to your grandfather. Go." You snarl, furious at him acting like this.

"I hate you, I hate you all!" Elijah yells, shoving past Charles and Lando. Lando reaches out for him, but he yanks his arm out of Lando's hold, running down the paddock. "Elijah, wait!" Lando yells, following after his little boy. "Nice job," Nico snides; as you turn, glaring at him, you open your mouth to start arguing, but Charles steps between you. "Enough," Charles's voice was dark, shaking with rage.

"Charles is correct. The race is getting close to starting. And you," Mika hits you with a stern gaze. "Go find your son, try to repair what little relationship you have left with him." Chest shaking, you nod, "I'll be back." You whisper to Charles, hand on his back, but he steps away. "Take your time," Something in the way Charles says it tells you everything you need to know.

"Charles," You reach out for him, but he steps back again. "I said go. You'll need the time to make up more lies to explain all of this." He walks past you; the ice of his words has your blood cold. "Charles," Watching his figure get swallowed by the crowd, you blink fast, everything too much. "Well, little Miss Innocent is getting her due justice. The time has finally come." Mika shakes his head but knows he can't defend you from this. Nico was right.

"Fuck you, Nico!" Your ex can't help but chuckle at your words. You have nothing to throw in his face now. "Fuck me? You're the one who made me the villain! That I'm the horrible father. Wake up, sugar. Your worst nightmare is coming true," Stepping closer, Mika's hand thumps against Nico's chest as he leans in. "You're a horrible mother." "Hey!" Mika snaps, but Nico shrugs and steps back. "I hope lying about everything was worth losing the 3 most important people in your life." You watch, sniffling as Nico heads up the VIP entrance, losing sight of him as he walks through the doors.

"Daddy." You whimper. Mika looks at you with nothing but disappointment and sadness. "I raised you better, and all you've shown me is that you're still that little girl who's angry at Nico. You did all this just to get back at him. And he's right, you're filled with such anger and contempt that you've lied to your son and your....whatever Lando and Charles are to you," Mika takes a deep breath, laying a hand on your shoulder. "Grow up, you have 2 children. Stop acting like one and face the music." His hand slides off as he heads back to the McLaren hospitality.

Everyone's left you; you can't stop as you sink onto the stairs and sob. Nico left you again. Your father has left you, Elijah, and Lando. Charles, who promised never to leave you, has also left you. The loud cheers and roar of the engines tell you that the race has started. Phone binging, you tear it out of your pocket, thinking it's Elijah; instead, Cecile texting you that she's at the Mercedes garage.

You don't move from your spot, choking on another sob as you throw the phone, yelling as it shatters. Nico was right; your worst nightmare was coming true.

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"Daddy? When's Mama coming home?" Lando jumps a little, Cecile's voice shocking him as he tucks her in. "She's with some friends; she'll be home in the morning." Lando lies the words like acid. Lando hated lying; being told lies made him sick. "Okay, good night, Daddy." Cecile smiles. How Lando wishes she'd remain oblivious to the turmoil that will soon fall on the house. "Good night."

"She asleep?" The bedroom door closes as Lando looks at Charles, who holds a photo album on his lap. "I," Lando's face crumbles. Charles is quick to toss the book to the side and moves, pulling Lando into his chest. "He said we weren't his fathers." Lando sobs, holding onto Charles for dear life. "I know." Charles was past tears, having cried on the podium. Everyone thought he was just happy.

Unaware that Charles didn't know if he'd have a family to come home to. "She lied about everything, everything, Charles." Lando gasps, and the older one moves them to the little couch, sitting him down. Charles wants to say words of comfort, but how could he? He didn't know what to say. All he wanted to do was to scream at you until his throat was bloody and raw. Instead, he remains silent as Lando cries himself to sleep.

Charles refuses to sleep; he can't. The anger was too intense, and each time he closed his eyes, your lies and memories of Elijah saying he wasn't his father kept him up. Lando tossed and turned, waking at odd hours either to check his phone or to cry.

"Good morning." Cecile smiles, skipping down the stairs, ready for school. "Daddy? Papa?" Her face dropped, seeing the pale and sickly faces of her parents. "Hey, gummy bear. Ready to visit Grandmere?" Lando tries to smile but fails, lips wavering. "Yeah," Cecile's feet shuffle, unsure if she should ask what happened with Elijah. "I'll drive you," Charles grabs his keys, but his daughter waves him off. "I'll walk," "Wait," Lando calls, but the back porch door shuts, Lando hanging his head.

"What do we say? Hey, Mama lied about everything? About her family? About your brother's father? How he didn't sign away his rights? Oh, we don't know where they are?!" Lando slams his glass into the sink, pieces of the cup flying up. Charles stares at his husband back; he wants to talk, but anytime he does. Nothing but vile words come up. "Well?" Lando snaps, turning to Charles.

"Don't snap at me," Charles looking at Lando. "I don't know what to say. I want to be understanding, yet I only want to scream at her." Lando shakes his head, phone dinging with his alarm. "I have a meeting." Charles nods as Lando slides on his shoes and slams the garage door. The Front door opens, and Charles sighs as he cleans up the broken glass. "Did you forget your keys again?" He stops, seeing you in the kitchen archway.

"Get out." "Charles, please," You plead, rushing to his side, but he moves behind the island. "Get out, get out of this house. You," Breathless, he tries to gather his thoughts. "Do you have any idea what you have done? Was Nico right? About it all?" Charles watches as you're unable to meet his eyes; he laughs, rubbing his face. "FUCK!" Jumping as he slams his hands down.

"Years, you've had 16 years to tell us, me, the truth, and you didn't. I mean fuck, I should be to blame. I never asked you questions because I didn't want to dig up bad memories. I married you without even asking about your family. All this proves is that I was a fool in love." He spats as you take several deep breaths. "Was?" You ask, picking up that one word. "What?" "Was. You said I was a fool in love." You repeat his words.

Charles's face sombers, standing up straight. "You're right. I was in love. Because you are not the woman I fell in love with. You're not the woman who carried both my children; you are a shell of lies. And I will not let you be around Lando or Cecile. Get some of your stuff and leave." You swear you could be sick at this moment. "Don't do this, please, Charles." Grabbing his arm, he rips it out of your hold.

"Get out of my house. Don't come back until we're ready to talk to you." Tears fall down your cheeks; wiping them quickly, you nod. "What'd Elijah say when he came home?" You whisper. "He didn't come home last night." Charles stops, his anger swapped with realization at his words. "What do you mean he didn't come home last night? Where is my son Charles?" "Our son." Charles snarls, dialing Elijah's number. "Come on, baby, pick up." He whispers into the speaker, but it just goes to voicemail.

"Dammit. Try calling him on yours." "I can't." His head snaps to you, confused. "I threw it at a wall yesterday, and it shattered." You explain, now feeling like a toddler after a tantrum. "I'll buy a new one for you later." Grabbing his keys, he slides on his jacket and shoes, jogging outside. "Where are you going?" You yell, stopping at the front door. "I'm doing what you can't seem to do: going after my son." Sliding into the car, you watch as he takes off down the winding roads of Monaco.

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"I hate her." Mika chuckles as he sits in front of the teenage version of his daughter. Split lip and all. "No, you don't; you hate that she's not the woman you idolize. You hate that you've learned she's human. It happens to every child." Mika takes a bite of eggs, making a face. "She lied," Elijah whispers, pushing his breakfast around.

"That she did, but she's been hurt for a long time. No excuse, though." Elijah looks out from the diner, taking in the people moving outside. They probably didn't have to deal with this, the lies. "Did you know that Lewis was the one to introduce your Mama and Nico?" Mika hums, sipping his coffee. Snorting, Elijah shakes his head, "I didn't even know Un, Lewis knew all of this until yesterday." "Course not, vitun lapset." Mika curses.

"She just entered University. She knew Lewis through me, Mclaren days," Elijah smiles, remembering all the stories his Dad would tell him. "Anyways, your mother, she's been hurting for a long time. Nico healed a part of her, I think. He was older. She was wide-eyed and didn't understand the world." Elijah leans closer. You never told him anything about the days you were younger.

"Their relationship was one of secrets. She hid it was her father, Nico, that he was even dating her. She wanted people to know, but he didn't. A love filled with secrets, lies, and god knows what else." Elijah takes a bite as Mika remembers when you came home to Finland, crying and broken. "They broke up, and Nico tracked her down. Found out who she really was. And well, let's just say you came to be during that whole mess." Making a face, Mika chuckles as Elijah gags. "Grandpa?" "Yes?"

"Papa and Dad may never forgive me." He whispers, choking back tears. "Probably not." "That's not what you're supposed to say!" Elijah cries, slamming his fork down. The waitress is about to make her way over, but Mika waves her off. "What do you want me to say? That you have hurt the men who love you more than air? That the 16 years spent raising you meant nothing? Loving you, healing you, supporting you meant absolutely nothing? You chose a man you barely know over the two who have spent years shaping you into the man you are today." Elijah drops his head, wiping the snot and tears away.

"Listen here, kid, some kids are fortunate to have just one father. Most don't even get just one; you have two amazing fathers. You're 16, so you don't realize how lucky you've got it, so wake up and see all the love and support you've got. Also, answer that damn phone. I'm tired of hearing Super Max." Elijah laughs, turning it over to see Ezra's face. Uncle Max's son and best friend.

"Sup," "Sup, is that how you great people. Raised with no manners, were you?" Elijah smiles some more, shushing Mika. "Dude, you better be dead in a ditch somewhere." Ezra's familiar drawl fills his ears. "Why?" "Your Dad's flipping. I got woken up by Dad asking if I'd heard from you. Did you really run away from home yesterday?" Elijah groans, banging his head on the table. "Shit." "Yeah shit, Dad is freaking out, which means so are the others. Also, is it true that Nico Rosberg is your father? I thought Lando was?" Elijah looks around, Mika staring right at him.

"It's true; how the hell did you hear about it?" "It's all over the internet; some fan overheard this crazy ass argument. Posted it all over the web. Shit, man, your family is loaded. Goddamn Formula 1 dynasty." Ezra chuckles before he yawns. "Fuck off, I barely know him. Besides, it's not a dynasty." "You sure? Because I think having the Flying Finn as your grandfather counts." Elijah bangs his head even harder on the table.

"I'm hanging up now!" Elijah yells in the phone, Ezra's voice yelling as he hangs up. "I'll always say the internet," Mika squinting at his phone. "Is the worst thing to be invented." Turning his phone around, Elijah wants nothing more than to have the earth swallow him.

Y/n Leclerc-Norris? More Like Leclerc-Norris-Rosberg-Häkkinen, Read Here for the Inside Scoop on All the Dirty Lies.

"Jesus. Passed around more than the Red Bull Second seat." Elijah the second line, disgusted with the headline, Mika shaking his head. "It'll get worse, but there is something worse than this." "Yeah, like what?" Elijah grumbles. "You're pissed off, Papa." Turning slowly in his chair, he turns to face the raging bull of his Papa. "Hi."

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"Where are you going?" Fuck, you really didn't want to have this conversation. Turning, you see your daughter staring at you. She was like her father. Lando could turn off his emotions, too. She knew that he was his father. That stupid project she did on genetics revealed it all. "I'm going back home for a little bit." Folding your clothes, you lay them in your suitcase.

"Why? We just got here? Grandmere is coming over tonight. You're heading back to London already?" Cecile was one filled with questions, always needing the answers, never the questions. "I'm not going to London. I'm, it's not important. Come here." You wave her over as the two of you sit on the edge of the bed. "Papa, Daddy, and I are fighting," She opens her mouth, but you hold your hand up.

"Let me finish." She nods, letting you continue. "Yes, it has to do with Elijah and the rumors. Yes, Nico Rosberg is Elijah's father. I lied about it, about a lot of things. I don't think it'd be smart to be here for a little bit." "No." Cecile stands, pulling her hands out your own. "Cecile," "No, you can't. Papa and Daddy won't know what to do without you. They'll forgive you, just don't go, Mama." Cecile whispers, reaching out to wipe her eyes.

"Baby, listen. Your fathers aren't happy with me, rightfully so. We need a small break to figure everything out." Cecile shakes her head fast. "Then I'm coming with you." She cries, tackling you in a hug and burying her head in your stomach. "Oh gorgeous, you can't." Pulling her off, you fix her hair, such lovely curls. She really was all Lando some days. "Daddy, Elijah, and Papa need you. I'll call when I land, okay? Just give this to Elijah." Placing a box in Cecile's arms, she nods as you zip up the suitcase. Placing one last kiss on her cheek, you head to the waiting taxi.

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"Irresponsible, stupid, dangerous, selfish! I could list some more if you'd like." Charles growls at his son, who curls in on himself each time Charles talks. "I'm sorry." He whispers the word exhausted on his tongue. "Sorry? Now you're sorry? You should have been sorry when you said Dad and I weren't your fathers. You should've been sorry when you ran away, and you definitely should've been sorry about what you said to Dad and when you pushed me away." Charles whispers the last part, pulling into the driveway, Lando's car in the garage.

"I fucked up. I know that." "Don't curse." Elijah cringes, fiddling with his fingers. "Get inside, now." Nodding, Elijah climbs out of the car and heads inside. "Lando? What happened?" Hearing his Pa's worried voice, he moves quicker, seeing Cecile curled into his Dad, bawling her eyes out. "She left," Is all Lando whispers.

"Who left?" Cecile picks her head up, crawling out of Lando's lap. "Mama did, and it's all your fault." She sobs, slamming the box into Elijah's chest. "Cecile, wait!" Charles calls, running after her while Lando stares at Elijah. "She left it for you," Elijah nods, unsure what to say. He hurt his Dad in a way only a child could. "I'm," He stops, saying sorry wasn't going to fix this, nothing he could ever say would fix this.

"I'll be upstairs with your sister. She'll cry herself into a panic attack." Lando usually would kiss Elijah on the head. Instead, he brushes past him, leaving a chill. Holding the box, Elijah sits down, removing the lid. Inside lays letters upon letters. Pictures of his Mama and Nico, even Lewis. But one letter sticks out, wrapped in a black envelope.

Tearing it open, he reads the first sentence.

Elijah, you must hate me for what I did. Rightfully so, but first, you should know the story. The real story. This is how your father and I met.........

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month

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Epel, Cater: With Open Arms

ashldbasiyaod Sorry for getting your birthday fic out late, Epel 💦

I couldn't find anything in the vignettes to hone in on as the major topic for his convo with Cater... so I made up my own little tale based on the painting in Epel's Groovy illustration and used that as a jumping off point. Hopefully you still enjoy!

A Tale as Old as Time.

Red was not Epel's color.

It was too bright, too bold—and yet he felt his eye drawn to it. The color, a magnet with a pull too strong to resist.

There.

A fair maiden, her eyes shut, cupped the fruit in both hands. Dainty fingers hugged the apple--round, ripe, and skin the color of a ruby. It was unblemished and free of bites, trapped in the scene to be savored by the gazes of passerbys.

"Hehe. This one looks pretty tasty too," Epel murmured to himself.

"Are you looking out for every painting with an apple in it?" Cater teased from a little way ahead of him. His eyes glinted with mischief, and Epel was reminded of a Granny Smith. Not quite the same shade, but there was the familiar tartness, a slight bite.

"I guess so. I help out with produce quality control back home, so I think I just started doing it without thinking." He slightly inclined his head. "It's a nice apple."

"You don't know the story behind it?"

"Er, no. I didn't realize there was one."

"It's a cautionary tale about being wary of strangers!" Cater threw a wink to the first year. "They tell it all the time to kids in the Shaftlands.

"It goes like this: a girl lives in the forest with seven of her friends. One day, when her friends are off mining for work, a stranger offers her a juicy red apple. She takes a bite of it and falls unconscious. The stranger had poisoned the apple because they were jealous of the happy life the girl had.

"The girl's seven friends come home and manage to bring her an antidote, so she's okay. The stranger is chased away, and the girl and her friends are a happy family again."

"Gosh, that's morbid! Why'd you have to go and tell me that..."

"Hehe. Scary, right?" The amused trill in Cater's voice didn't match his words. "Envy can drive people to do some pretty insane things to come out on top."

"When you say it with a smile like that... I can't help but be a little worried, Cater-senpai."

"It's not that surprising. Happens all the time on socials!" his upperclassman chirped. The green of his eyes had shifted a shade darker. "It's much easier to turn on someone when you're looking at them through a screen instead of in the eyes."

Epel clasped his hands to his chest. "... Do people really do that though? Just go on the internet to lie and backstab...?"

"Aww, you're still so innocent, Epel-chan. Well, you'll learn about this kind of stuff sooner or later. Placing your faith in anyone that comes along might lead to you hurting in the end."

"Is that really how it is?" Epel's brows scrunched--as did his nose. It made him look like a frustrated little bunny. "It might be a city thing.

"In Harveston, we help each other out all the time. Everyone knows each other. If the harvest is heavy and we're short on hands, the neighbors will pick apples with us. When there's a celebration, it's potluck style. We each make a dish and share it with the village. My ma 'n pa... er, that is, my parents... they always tell me we ought to extend that courtesy to outsiders and tourists too."

"That must be the famous Harveston hospitality Lils told me about! It sounds so nice~" Cater sighed wistfully, then pouted. "It's rare to find a community as close-knit as that nowadays. In the largest cities, people are way too busy to pay you any mind. Cay-kun's got major FOMO!"

"Ahahah... We really did grow up in very different places." Epel smiled softly. "Tell you what. If you ever visit, we'll be sure to welcome you with open arms, Cater-senpai. You can be a part of our family too."

"Eh, you mean it?!" Cater's face immediately lit up--and Epel had to wonder if his sadness had been an act. Truth or lie? It was always difficult to tell with him.

"I might just take you up on that offer then," Cater crooned, slipping an arm around Epel's shoulder. "You'll have to show me all of the best attractions and local specialties! Oh, and the best photo spots!"

"It's a promise."

His mouth stretched into a cheeky smirk. The red of a shining apple and the taste of a teasing—temptations he failed to resist.

"And how about a juicy poisoned apple to bring back as a souvenir?"

#twisted wonderland #twst #Epel Felmier #Cater Diamond #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #spoilers #something no one asked for #Epel birthday takeover #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios

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elvisalltheway101 · 2 months

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if you talk in your sleep; 50s elvis x wife!reader ☁️🫣

summary: reader has been feeling something, for a whole while. Slowly, she hints at elvis, her freshly, new husband to help her in on it.

author’s note: hehe I haven’t been too present on here 😅 so I decided to write this out, an idea by my lovely love @jhoneybees. Elvis is pretty subby here in my opinion.

warnings: basically just finger sucking and humping.

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you’re too shy, too nervous…but that’s opposite of what you desire to physically play and do.

as you sit on the edge of the wooden, creaky bed but comforting, aloft mattress. All pretty and naturally shining, your soft, loved curls on your shoulders, in nothing but just your palm pink dress

you’ve never been this bold to wear your pajamas like this. And Elvis figured the same, you could tell by the look in his eyes as he walked into the room from the shower. His cheeks shiny and high, lips moist and fluffy, hair scruffy and damp.

there’s a silent moment where you and him are both just studying eachother. As your eyes roam around his figure, all slump in his baggy but well-fitted, blue and white stripped pajamas, you catch the growing pink on his cheeks.

“H-honey, what’s uh,” he can’t even function as he sees the obvious silhouette of your breasts smooshed against eachother that presses to the fabric of your sleeping clothes.

Without a time’s tick further, he’s on the bed, all laid out for you to play with. And you can feel that he wants to be played with too. Obvious from the hardening length that presses stiffly against his thin stringed pants.

“You know, Elvie, I’ve been wanting something…and you just haven’t been giving it to me.” You whisper out, straddling his hips with your thighs that trap and hug on him like a second skin. He furrows his eyebrows, lips open in a second as he lets out a strangled groan from the friction to his erection.

“w-what is it mama?, y-y-y-ya know I wanna take care of ya as best as I can, honest. Poke a needle in my eye, dagger in my heart-“ he stutters out, pulling up to his elbows and letting out a low hum from the hip movements against eachother.

you shush him swiftly by pressing your pretty digits, your middle and ring, against his lower, puffy bottom lip. the world goes silent as he glances down at your fingers, to your eyes that grow and darken with sexual desire.

Then you push them between his lips. The action both bolts somthing in your cores. The not wetness that swish around your finger tips, and the feeling of your salty but savory sweet digits that prod into his tongue.

he submits so easily. Not that he doesn’t already, but without further words and actions, he just completely submits to your account.

He connects with your eyes, his light blue eyes from innocent to lust pupils speak into yours, as he then lightly pulls pressure and sucks your fingers. Like a baby being nurtured from his mother’s breast.

the thought of your husband sucking your breast creates a vivid, hot image in your mind that has your hips randomly buck into his. The sensation has his mouth responding around your finger with a low hum that vibrates throughout.

“Y-you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you? My beautiful, loyal, loving husband. Hm?” You coo into his ear, slowly sliding your fingers in and out of his lips. His saliva shines on your fingers, prettily complementing the shiny ring that lays prettily around your ring finger.

He nods vigorously, eyes fluttering close as his hips slowly rock into yours. Pressing his hard, hard cock that strains against his pants into your clothes pussy.

But that just won’t do.

You immediately shove back your fingers into his mouth, his eyes popping open with glossy developing tears from gag reflex. You pull your fingers back a little, only a little, to explain yourself with actions.

“Then listen to me, just keep your hips still. Let me do what I want, Mr. Presley.” You huff out gently, and he groans, furrowing his eyebrows as his tears fall down to the sheets and he nods fast. All of a sudden, needy.

pulling your hips back and then forth against his. Grinding completely as your cores touch, but with just a thin, tiny layer of clothing in the blocking.

his response is almost immediate. A moan rumbles in his throat as he can’t help but rock his clothed manhood that’s hard and probably a pretty, upset red.

It feels almost like the real thing, penetrating deeply into you like he did sweetly on your wedding night. Your virgin, tight hole swallowing him greedily and deeply.

his pretty blues roll to the back of his skull as you both move your hips in a matched rhythm. Sliding your fingers wetly in and out of his mouth, following your hips.

He’s not following the rules but who cares now? You both are in the middle of chasing a specific high that only desire can yearn and capture for.

then he cums, thick, steaming hot ropes splatter in his underwear that coats his pale thighs and pubic hair. He squeals and squeaks, stuttering his hips and completely slamming them in between his legs.

The feeling of his cock twitching harshly, wickedly and hotly under you has you orgasming so hard, curling your fingers on his tongue and smooshing your clothed vagina on his hard on. Wetting his center pajamas further by your sticky, deliciously wet orgasm.

if you talk in your sleep.

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tag list: @pomtherine @your-nanas-love @jhoneybees

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hauntedkingdomprincess · 2 months

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reader breaking anh!luke’s innocence and filling every sexual desire he’s had cuz he’s the chosen one and deserves it:(( <3

Ooh yeah.... love it. ❤️ some sexy thoughts about this prompt below the cut (18+ only!) - also, yay! My first ask!!! (Thanks @weirdogirl888)

- Luke is still feeling awkward about being thought of as a 'chosen' one

- actually he really wants to be considered just a normal guy in your eyes; he can't take the pressure to lean into the expectations of being the one with a girl, especially for a first time....

- he eyes you and knows you have been fluttering your eyes in your direction. He's enjoying the attention...

- and loves your attributes, eyes, lips and curves...

- it was seeing him in that flight suit that started those sexy sweet thoughts for you

- of course, after blowing up that Death Star, (first time) celebrations are in order... giving him the courage to actually kiss you too (and dreaming of more)

- he's had those naughty private thoughts before... dreaming about having a sneaky feel up in his x-wing, or perhaps you kissing down his treasure trail...

- but as soon as he's back, he knows he wants to actually touch you...

- the moment you see him, you pull him aside, feeling bold thar this chosen one *evidently* desires you back...

- your hands cannot help but touch his strong arms, his firm chest, and brush his cheek in kindness to settle him as he's trembling with anticipation

- "tell me what you want", you whisper, and he shudders in anticipation

- "I don't know how to ask" he blushes, until you begin kissing his neck

- your hands wander and pull down the zip of that flight suit

- and he doesn't fight it.... [he's loving it]

- in fact, he evidently adoring all of your attention, tenting slightly in excitement...

- he cannot believe you want him as much as he has privately touched himself thinking of you... wanting you

- he's sensing your arousal through the force

- and still working up the courage to touch your body as he craves....

- your body is so warm to his touch, and you take his hands to place them on your chest, showing him how hot his touch is making you...

- your nipples stand to attention

- your hand continues to trail down towards his growing member

- and it springs to proud attention at the hint of your fingers wandering beneath his flight briefs

- he's beading already (and it's so hot to you, you lick your lips in excitement)

- "show me" you ask firmly and seductively... "exactly as you dreamed when you touched yourself before the mission"

- he sighs heavily, drunk on desire as your body is firmly pressed against his...

- in your mind's eye, his warmth is projected out to you... the warmth hardness of his cock now firmly the centre of his lust.

- you instinctively know he wants you to suck it, lapping at his hardness

- its size and girth is most impressive [better than you hoped]

- he sighs with your palmed touch, causing him to leak and moan. You tease your fingers up his virginal shaft...

- "tell me..." you whisper... as you lower yourself on your knees

- "put me in your mouth" he whimpers as you lick his rosy head beading with salty want

- you take him deeper and deeper ... taking him all in... bobbing up and down to his breathy moans of anguished delight

- he's wanted this moment for so long

- until you feel a twitch that is unmistakable... he's getting close...

- but you don't stop now...

- you see him watching a holoporn in his mind's eye, a memory of discovery of women's bodies, and it's so hot

- he likes tits, a lot, and can't help wondering what women taste like...

- he cums to the thought of pussy in his memory of watching the holoporn... he's so inexperienced and eager...

- now he's here with a woman and he can cum with her this time...

- running your hand between the wet folds of your velvet, you ask him to open his mouth to receive your glistening middle finger....

"Taste me" you command... and he licks your finger deeply....

- the taste sends him wild, breaking his lingering shyness.

- He MUST have you. He MUST taste you...

- he may be the one but your pussy has him on his knees now, stripping off your dress and panties with fervour

- he drives his tongue in... determined to greedily taste all of you, much to your loud moans.

- soon his face is coated in your juices, as he whimpers with delight at your whimpers and his occasional pumping of his cock with his hand

- the other hand reaches up to squeeze your magnificent tits, running his open palm across your pert pink nipples over and over.

- he squeezes each tit in turn

- it's quite a sight to see the chosen one worshipping your folds with such need, whimpering with joy...

- you imagine you are being watched in this joyful explosion of lust

- at the thought of being seen, you cum quickly and powerfully on his tongue with shouts of praise - "you're doing so well" you affirm. "My good jedi"

- still he's pumping his huge throbbing cock, his erection agonisingly wanting you

- "do it" you shout... sensing his hunger... "fuck me as you dreamed" you whimper, not waiting to recover from your own explosion, your knees trembling in ecstacy

- now he's in control, now he's gonna have you...

- he spins you around, your bust pressed into the base wall, your ass rubbing up against his swollen rod... he doesn't care if anyone sees....

- he pushes in, slowly at first, and seconds later all the way, hilt deep, and exclaims at the tight, wet sensation

- he's finally fucking you... exactly as he wanted.

- he pushes in slowly and steadily, building up a good rhythm

- he feels so big

- his hands rubbing your arms and back, and soon gripping your hip and running across your breasts

- you feel so wet, he begins to chase release in this feeling of bliss

- you shudder and shake, the sensation so overwhelming in his force projections, and his body so alive with pleasure in your slick folds, your pussy gripping him tightly

- he feels so enraptured, he almost can't take it... it's better than he dared dream

- you can't take much more of it either... his cock is too deliciously big to bear. You sweat at the touch of this man within you have unleashed

- "come for me" you shout, not caring who hears [and someone did hear]

- "come with me" he begs you...

- and you hear it as an order... an order from the chosen one

- your pussy squeezes him, clamps his fullness hard as you cry out "yes, yes! More please... Luke!!!"

- he thrusts hungrily, pushing deeper than ever, and you feel his pink head swell within

- he moans loudly, and shudders "Oh maker, yes baby" as he erupts white ropes inside your wet velvet

- your core pounds and spasms at the feel of his cum hitting your walls, soaking your sex

- he grips you tightly in his arms, clutching you close, his mouth buried in your neck... he moans again and again, coming so hard....

- you both finish, and he lets you go, loosely cuddling your body in your sweaty shared afterglow

- his kisses are lusty and awkward, but playful as he smiles with deep satisfaction

- "we are doing that again!" You smile as you reassemble your simple dress... your breasts still perky and arousal wholly evident

- he gushes in joy, and hugs you in delight. "How about tonight?" He asks as he looks into your eyes... "we need to celebrate"

- "yes, we do" you breathe out and smile... "many times".

Hope you like!! ❤️😘🥵😈

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DEKU

YANDERE IZUKU MIDORIYA X BEST FRIEND READER

Warning: None.

Summary: They started their friendship with a kiss.

She's always been the mischievous one, sorta, but when she makes her first best friend, a meek shy little boy, they become inseparable, glued to one other.

But, he has a secret and distrust crawls in, she's the bold one and he's the gentle kind.

Who would ever suspect an innocent boy with a creepy notebook and an unyielding will to become a hero who wants to do good? Not her.

"Hey, wanna play a game with me?"

It took seven words to snap him out of his daze and two moments of silence to register her voice. It had taken him a second more to realize he wasn't hidden from this girl's eyes, and though his mind would like to believe she was here to boost her ego, she didn't seem to have a dislike towards him.

"Huh?" he mouthed, ceasing his working hands piling books inside his bag, and staring up at her, in his defense, he didn't know how to talk with girls, and none approached him, much less look at him.

"You know, like truth or dare?" she nervously smiled, not used to social interactions as much as him.

"Um... Yeah- sure." he had no idea why he had said yes without thinking it thrice, he did feel guilty for making her wait for a simple 'yes' or 'no'. The least he could do was help her out somehow.

"Oh! Really? You'll play one game with me?"

Now that he gets to look at her, he can see how delicate and fragile her features are, despite looking dull prior seconds ago, her face had brightened and her lips spread into an unsure smile. His heartbeat quickened.

"Y-Yeah, I don't mind." she was his classmate, and he had been caught staring at her a few times by kacchan, earning a crude response he still recalls, 'Two loners end up together, man, such a good love story.' Perhaps, it gave him some hope.

"Alright!" she quickly sat down beside him, pulling a chair close and pressing her lips together while she thought of something, "Okay, truth or dare?" she asked with a grin, and he felt his cheeks and ears growing warm. "T-truth."

"Is it true that you like me?" that choked the breath out of him, and he completely lost hold of his words, struggling like a fish out of water. He felt embrassessed she had to find out this way, and it would have been a little too hopeful for him to think kacchan wouldn't spread a rumor about his crush.

But, this wasn't how he had imagined it going, he couldn't predict her response if he did confess the truth, and lying while asking for the truth would leave a bad taste in his mouth.

So, he took in a hurried breath and anxiously answered, "yes." it sounded shaky and strained to come from his mouth, but from what little he could tell, she had smiled and laughed, not in a mocking way, a genuine laugh that he had gotten for being honest.

She looked him straight in the eye and said.

"Well, I guess you could say I have a crush on you too."

It had seemed like a miracle the more he thought about it, sitting so far behind her in class watching her every movement, not paying a lot of attention to what was already escaping his mind since morning, he couldn't believe that someone liked him and that happened to be the only girl he had his eyes on since kindergarten, they never talked though before yesterday.

They were just classmates their entire life and suddenly, she comes up to him and shares his feelings it almost saddens him to know that it happened right as their middle school days were ending and they wouldn't be in the same class anymore. He wanted to know her but all he ever knows is the rumors he had been too interested in to eavesdrop on.

He startles himself upon hearing the bell ring, dropping his pencil and failing to catch it before it fell, unfortunately for him, he had attracted some attention to himself. Hers included, and he couldn't slow down his pounding heart, he had to nervously smile as he bent down to retrieve his pencil from the ground.

The next second his gaze lands on her she's already up on her feet and walking toward him. He had nothing prepared.

"Oh- um uh hey!" he didn't know how to act around her, and she even though taken aback by his high-pitched greeting, stopped in front of his desk. Then, she smiled, "Yello, wanna have lunch with me on the rooftop?"

He gulped, "Y-yeah, okay."

"Great! I'll be right back!" she rushed back to her desk and he had a quick minute to let out his held breath and regain himself, he was going to have lunch with her, he reminded himself stiffly reaching out to fish out his bento. Forcing himself to stand up on unsteady feet.

"You got everything?" she asked immediately after he caught up to her by the entrance of their noisy classroom, he softly muttered, "y-yup."

Without warning, she quickly latched her free hand around his and quietly dragged him away, the warmth in their hands distracting him as they raced up the stairs he nearly trips the more he attempts to focus on the moment right before his eyes and the way she held his hand so tightly, butterflies churned inside his stomach and his chest had gotten heavier.

They reached the top breathlessly and she chuckled, "hehe a good exercise." izuku was sure he was going to faint with how much he was denying himself some oxygen and ease.

Allowing him some time to gather himself, she patiently waited with her bento in hand, "We should train together to increase our stamina, it's not like sitting around 8 hours in class is going to make us stronger."

Izuku looked up and nodded, standing up straight as she opened the door, or at least tried to, but to no avail, it wouldn't move. She groaned, "It's locked!" rattling it a bit, she stepped back.

Crestfallen she banged her head against the door and staggered him into action, "hey it's o-okay we can just go back and have our lunch in class, or the cafeteria, if you want."

"I was looking forward to having lunch with you on the rooftop but seems like my plan was faulty." she moaned turning her pouting and back to him, she carried on, "I do have a backup plan though, what about we sit down here by the stairs and... Have our lunch?" she didn't sound sure about her idea, but he didn't dislike it, so he happily nodded. To cheer her up.

It seemed to help, and both had some distance between them while they sat by each other, opening their boxes and grabbing their utensils, they started to dig into their meals.

"What's your favorite food?" she asked all of a sudden, and he still had some rice in his mouth before he could reply, "Katsudon." she was trying to make him comfortable, perhaps she could tell he was feeling uneasy.

"Oh! I see, I like... Many things, too many to name but I guess I like tasty things more than anything."

"Like?" he asked, "Tough question," she replied, taking another bite of her lunch, she slowly chews it in her mouth, staring aimlessly at the top window on the wall. To him, it looked like she was deep in thought. She didn't blink, and abruptly she had drawn herself into reality.

"You okay?" he found himself asking, and like most people, she faces him and smiles, "Yup, of course."

He didn't expect it to turn awkward, he didn't prepare, and running on autopilot had its drawbacks.

"Have you ever thought how a kiss would feel?"

Izuku widened his eyes and swallowed his food before he coughs it up, she noticed and scrambled to justify, avoiding his eyes as she speaks, "That was inappropriate of me, I'm so sorry! I um... Have seen couples kiss in movies so I was just curious."

"Ooh! Y-yeah," he replied, turning bright red but the next thing she said had shivers climbing down his spine.

"D-do you... Want to try it?"

They both stopped, and her friend had flushed red so much that she could see his ears had gotten red too, "I mean if you want to, of course!"

It had to be a dream he was sleeping through, she couldn't be asking if she could kiss him or not, she just could not be. "Um-uh I-i..." and his mind had failed to form a coherent sentence, he can't think of a better way to communicate other than to give a meek nod.

"Are you sure?" she gasped, rapidly blinking her eyes as if she couldn't believe that her idea had been accepted without judgment.

Again, he nodded.

Carefully, she shifted close, stuck her hand on the dirty stairs, and leaned forward, and izuku backed himself into the wall and struggled to maintain eye contact, looking back and forth between her and the staircase. He shut his eyes once she had gotten closer, waiting for her lips to connect.

He heard her giggle, and his mind forced him to open his eyes to look, she was fondly smiling at him. Then she touched his lips and slightly press down on them, leaning in more, she took the lead and slowly moved her lips and izuku couldn't describe the feeling, their lips were touching and he thought how rough it would feel for her to kiss his cracked lips but, with how soft it felt, he forgot his worries.

She was kissing him with so much care, he felt compelled to snake his hand around her head and pull her in, and with much contemplation, he rested his hand on her shoulder, placing his hand into her silky hair, he did exactly what he sought to do.

Pull her in, and have his first kiss.

Then, she parted her lips and she looked at him, mouth slightly gapped and how utterly under her control his gazed-over eyes seemed. He looked so out of it.

He smiled, then out of the blue, three words escaped his mouth, almost like he couldn't contain them, in a tender and gentle tone, he said, "I love you."

He came home with her number and her fleeting kiss still lingering on his redden lips, his phone already out and his fingers itching to write a text as he's sitting on his desk, still mulling over the feelings washing over him every time he thinks back to their kiss, with so much care for him expressed through one action.

He shouldn't text her this late.

He should probably get some sleep and stop thinking about what he ended up saying, and how she kissed his cheek after hearing that, still smiling.

The sight of her played on repeat in his mind, dismantling everything he observed about her, her eyes, her lips, her face, he shouldn't be thinking this much.

At the thought of her, his phone rang.

He glanced at it and quickly shop up at the display of her name, he ran to his door and locked it, pacing back and forth picking it up before the call ended.

"Hey! I'm just calling to ask if you are doing okay, you were so out of it after lunch, I got worried, I'm so sorry for putting you through that." his shoulders loosened, realizing she was just like him.

"Oh- no, I'm fine, great actually--" he paused, anxiously giggling to himself, "um, I'm good I was just uh-- overwhelmed I guess I mean in a good way."

"Oh! Oh! Um..." she goes quiet, and izuku finds out that he's very good at making things awkward for himself. He didn't know what he was bound to say under such pressure.

"I guess I was too, I didn't expect you to actually... Well, um never mind I shouldn't give you more heart attacks today." she laughed, "I think I've given you more than enough for a day."

Izuku smiled to himself.

"Well, good night then. See you tomorrow, bye."

"B-bye."

Maybe, he should practice more on his social skills.

"Smile!" She cheered him on holding up the phone in her hand, giving a close-eyed smile to the camera while he only looked bashful and nervously darted his eyes somewhere else at the last moment, which she didn't seem to mind, usually from what he knows and seen, girl loves pictures, and put an unusual amount of time to look good in it, he gets why.

Looking back on this day in the future would be a cherished memory.

Lowering her arm, she skimmed through their pictures one of which had her snickering and showing him his bright red face when she pulled him close by the shoulder. "Geez, izuku, you look so cute in this." she chimed, "You adorable little nerd, tell me your secrets for being this cute."

"I have n-none," he stuttered, coercing back the immediate urge to hide his face, he was having trouble deciding if this was best left as a dream or reality.

She suddenly cooed, blushing herself she took her eyes off the lid screen and onto him, gently grabbing his cheeks with both hands, she retorted to give him some affection, softly pinching them and letting go, "You gotta stop being this adorable, some other girl might try to steal you from me. I mean, I wouldn't mind if you liked her, well, I understand."

Is she insecure?

"You just gotta let me know as a friend, at least we could stay friends even after you get a girlfriend." she finished, scrolling past tons of photos, and she smiled.

"Um...-umm..." Maybe she still remembers what he said after their kiss, but it was giving the opposite effect, shouldn't she be confident that he loves her?

But, he was too embarrassed to repeat it.

"I can't see myself h-having a girlfriend." he instead muttered, curling into himself and awaiting her response, she appeared slightly taken aback, "Hmm, yeah same, me either, I can't see myself with a boyfriend too, only husband." it took him a few minutes to fully comprehend what she spoke, when he did, his forced facade fell. She surely wasn't implying anything, right?

Taking her hand off her lap, she got up and turned back to him, "Come on, let's get to class before our lunch break ends."

"Uh- um- yup yes, y--yeah." he looked down feeling and looking like a high school girl walking behind her crush, was she muddying some hidden meanings behind her each word? He couldn't help but overthink, however, that only lasted a minute, she snaps him back to the present in the most unpredictable way, doing it so effortlessly and unintentionally, intertwining their hands together, around his skinny and limp fingers that has gotten warmer.

Does she like holding hands?

He didn't know, he was too busy keeping up with her and she was taking it easy on him.

He didn't want to disappoint her.

"Hey, um... Okay, this might sound weird but I had a dream of you last night." this was his way of starting a conversation after reading an article on the internet, he figured it wouldn't hurt to try, he's gotta say the most interesting thing on his mind, without making it weird.

"Oh? Did I do something stupid?" She asked with a cat-like grin, slowing down a little and standing shoulder to shoulder.

He was swift in reacting, saying, "No! You were just teasing me in my dream and I think we... Might have kissed. In my dream I mean, I mean we did do it in-" She quickly shushed him, leaning forward before speaking, "Someone might hear you."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You are right!" he squirmed, throwing his glance at everyone but her. She looked serious, and all he could do was anxiously anticipate a scolding.

"It's fine! I'm just pulling your leg." she grinned wider, ruffling his hair, "I honestly don't care if the word did get out about our... action, we're loners either way, we can support each other. All they are gonna do is spread rumors because what else can they do?"

"Y-yeah... I can't say you are wrong."

She is bold, a lot more than she looks, izuku finds that admirable.

Why did he say those three words?

Love wasn't liking someone, she could like anybody and she could say she liked them but by saying those magical three words after a kiss, what would it be? Lust? Just a spark of attraction? Why did he say it, was he an idiot who ruined the moment?

Though it didn't look like she hated what he meant, she didn't say anything, their friendship hadn't gone down the drain quite yet.

He hopes it doesn't, that moment is all he ponders.

"Yello, you still thinking about that dream?" her face popped in front of his eyes, and he shrieked jolting back as if he had experienced a burn. "You know, you should stop spacing out and scaring yourself when I inevitably pop up in your life again." she heckled with a teasing grin and a bag on her back, getting ready to leave.

While he's still got his books and pencils dispersed on his desk, "You're going home already?"

She blinked her eyes, "Yeah? Why??" looking very confused she locked her eyes on him.

"We have cleaning duty, it's Thursday."

She bit her lip and groaned, "No... I was hoping to get home early today but guess not." she mumbled, taking off the straps of her bag and placing it down on a desk. "Thanks for reminding me, so... Let's get to cleaning?"

"Y-yeah just a minute!"

Rummaging through his bag, he hurriedly stuffed his books and pencil box inside, zipping it and standing up, quietly following her with a second of hesitation she ushered him to come close with a broom in grasp, a bucket, and a dirty rag.

"So, just us two cleanings? Where are the others?" she inquired once the classroom had emptied, izuku shrank and shyly responded, "They left." and they were alone, butterflies in his stomach rendering him immobile, her hair bounced back as she faced him bewildered, "You mean... We gotta do all the work?"

"T-there isn't much... We just have to clean up the board and we should be done!"

"You are very optimistic, how do I do that?"

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes so he wouldn't forget his sentences, her expressions were very intriguing to inspect and observe, even when she was tight-lipped he could tell she was happy.

Was she also thinking about their kiss every time she meets him?

"I'll clean the board, let's get started so we can run home." she took off, standing atop the platform and scrubbing away the chalk writings, he stood idle for a moment watching her, her skirt wasn't short but it wasn't long either, and she wore stockings those black ones that look good on her, and her uniform was always clean, layering her stature perfectly.

Somehow, a moment faded into minutes.

"So, I was thinking we could have a small sleepover someday, you know like just relax with face masks and take care of ourselves... What do you think?"

He leaped in his skin at the sound of her voice, quickly pretending to have been busy with cleaning rather than caught staring at her. "That sounds like a good idea, haha..."

"Yeah?" she gleefully repeated, peering out from the corner of her eye, "Yeah!" he answered.

"Alright!! How about today? Are you free?"

He didn't know how to say no. To that smiling face of hers.

Adding up to his current situation, tapping his feet impatiently and chewing on his lips, worrying about the worst-case scenario, she shouldn't have gotten herself lost searching for his home, right? Maybe, he should call her and check.

Speed-walking to his room approaching his phone on the bed, and reaching out for it, he hears the doorbell ring.

"Izuku! I think it must be your friend, sweetie, can you get that for me?"

He was already racing to the door and throwing it wide open, and in all her glory, she stands startled, was she shocked at how quickly he had opened the door? He hopes not. When she smiled, he smiled back. Resisting the urge to run back to his room.

"Hello, what took you so long?" she was teasing him again. She was surprised, wasn't she?

"Uh- I'm sorry I was getting to get worried."

"Ah! I see, no need to be worried! I'm here!" she gives him a toothy smile, and to him, it was everything he needed to turn red and stutter, did she know he's a fan of all might?

"Oh! Hello there! Izuku, you didn't tell me your friend was a girl! Come on in sweetie, don't stand outside!"

And there she was, sitting at the same spot on the couch he had been seating, politely greeting his mother and nodding, in her causal dress her hair pulled into a bun, her face mildly caked with make-up.

"Izuku! What are you doing standing there all by yourself, come sit down don't be shy!"

He needed to turn off his mind.

Settling down beside his mother, he gulped not sure what to say without overthinking.

"Izuku has always been a shy boy! I think you just might be his first proper friend, he rarely invites any friends."

"I don't mind, to be honest, it's my first time visiting a friend. I guess we both are oddly shy." she smiled.

"Oh! That's wonderful!" his mom clapped gleefully, "You two probably have to talk now I'll leave you both to it!!" smiling she rose and walked into the kitchen, not too far from to not hear anything. She started, "Okay, wanna hear the bad news or good news?"

Izuku glanced back at her and replied, "Bad news?"

"Alright! I can't stay for a sleepover because my parents said no, so I begged them to give me more time to enjoy myself! Hehe."

"Oh, so you won't stay tonight?" he asked, wishing disappointment hadn't managed to show up in his voice, she sadly nodded with an emphasized frown. "Yeah, sorry, my plan was faulty again haha, but the good news is..." she sneaked her hand in her bag and pulled a tube of cream.

"I brought some skincare products so now we can take care of ourselves!" she shoved the products right into his face and he saw their names, feeding them into his memory.

"Oh! Umm... How do we use them?"

"It's my time to shine! Hehehe."

She stepped into his room after requesting someplace where they could wash their faces and hands, he ended up saying his room and she didn't have any problem after seeing it full of posters and all Might toy figures, he was envisioning to be slightly judged but none came and it made him relax after realizing how dumb of a choice he made because now his room will smell like her, or her perfume he supposes.

Following behind her had made him more sensitive to the floral and fresh scent radiating off her, however, during their kiss, she smelled like apples, he remembers.

"Sit down and I'll put this on your face, then you can help me too!" she pointed to the many items and picked one out, smiling, "Okay close your eyes!" she playfully cautioned, gently pulling his face and squeezing some cream on his face.

"I-it is cold-"

"That's what makes it relaxing, don't tense up, it's all good unless you have dry skin then it might hurt." she teased while spreading the cream across his cheekbone, he couldn't stop himself from pressing his lips tighter, and holding his fist harder rested on his lap, "I don't, I think," he replied.

"Oh good! Might sting a little though."

"Yeah, i-i can feel it," he uttered, "You can open your eyes now, it's my turn."

He didn't want to open them and see her standing so close to him, but she already handed him the tube and sat down, "don't put them under the eyes, okay?"

"Yeah, o-okay." he nodded, and she closed her eyes, waiting for him to apply it all over her face, he slowly did what he thought he felt her do, layering the cream and spreading it, and touching her skin.

"Hey! You are a natural at this!" she praised, smiling wide and gaze sealed shut.

"Thanks..." he wiped the last bit down her lips and blushed, "It's d-done."

"Alright, now we just gotta wait for it to dry and wash it off! Our skin will have become very soft and dewy!" she grinned, "then I guess we can do something, or talk I guess." he didn't want to do anything, he might just end up making it awkward.

"Okay, question! Do you think we could survive All Might's punch from a few miles away?"

"Oh! I guess we could if we can stand our ground and not be around anything sharp or dangerous!" he enthusiastically answered and shifted his face to spy her reaction just to see her smirking, "I knew that would get you to talk. He-he."

"You are such a fanboy!" she giggled, "It's very cute, I hope you don't change. Unless it's for the better!" she crossed her arms, "Hmm..."

He's seen she can be weird at times, however, that concentrated face is endearing and he's kept his stare for longer than he should, somehow even when he doesn't want to think lengthy answers and not dose off to another world, he ends up doing exactly that.

Getting lost.

"Eek!" it caught both their attention and instant reaction to turn to the doorway and witness his mom spooked by the unusual sight of two pale complexions sitting on the bed, she regained herself soon after, nervously smiling before full-on laughing at herself, "You kids got me, oh I thought I was seeing ghosts..."

"Sorry! Miss Midoriya! We were um... Putting clay face mask and waiting for it to dry."

"It's fine! Oh geez, I was so surprised! Hahaha!" balancing the tray in one hand, she approached brightly smiling and containing her laugh, "Oh... My, that clay mask is scary to look at, what does it do?" she settled the tray down on his desk and asked, his friend was ever so excited to explain.

"It helps in rejuvenating the skin and making it soft and dewy! I was going to perform an entire skincare but I didn't bring all of them! Would you like to try too?"

"Oh, it's been so long since I've taken care of myself." his mom wondered out loud, "Oh! Then this is the perfect time to get back on track! Sit down miss midoriya! I'll put this on you too!" it didn't matter if his mom said no because she sat her down and already began smearing the cream on her face.

"Oh! That's very cold on my skin. Is that supposed to happen?"

"Yup! It's so you can relax!" his mom cracked up, and she seemed happy.

But, so was he.

She looks happy today, my best friend.

Yesterday, she visited me, and my mom told me I shouldn't let her go because she's a good friend I did not have, I did agree with my mom, and we both like each other, she's very playful and makes me laugh even for wrong reasons, and after seeing me, she'd smile when I haven't seen her do it all day.

Her full name is [Y/N] Sunset. She's a few months older, and we are almost the same age range, she's taller and I'm shorter and she wouldn't tell me her secrets for it, she can be kinda mean but she does it for a good reason, like if I ask her a repeated question she'll smile and ignore me. When she is mad, her eyes droop down and somehow, she appears threatening even though she doesn't say anything.

She and I have a lot in common.

"Yellow! Would you stop writing in your notebook and pay attention to me?" she didn't say it spitefully and despite her tone not catching her soft eyes, she was asking me to get out of my head as nicely as possible.

"Sorry! Sorry! Umm, I was just writing about the fight last night they aired on television," I'm comfortable with her, and she hasn't had anything she's disliked in me, not even my wicked dream of being a hero without powers, she's understanding of me.

That makes me so happy.

"Yeah, I didn't get to see it... What happened in it?" she was appealing to me even though she wasn't interested in heroic deeds, she was trying her best to not neglect what I liked.

"You know death arms? Yeah, uh- he stopped a car and the villains almost won with a sneak attack but there were other heroes too, so they couldn't do anything and lost."

There's a question I want to ask her, and I don't know how to without sounding rude.

"Oh! That's good, some fights are interesting to watch but it's too overwhelming for me. However, would you mind giving me a sneak peek at your notebook of wonders and strategies?"

Her strange way of phrasing words adds uniqueness to her, her loud and vibrant expressions are so intriguing to watch, and everything she's feeling I feel it too. That sounds creepy and I shouldn't let her know that, and it will become creepier if she reads my notebook, I don't want to lose a friend so soon.

"It's not a secret book or anything right?"

"Uh- yeah, it is! It's like my dairy- and I write everything in it." I choke out, she's smiling at my answer and not upset like I thought she would be.

"Oh! Okay, I won't pry then, but-" She leaned in towards me, and I can smell her perfume it was different than what she wore yesterday, and my mind has already associated this scent with her glowing face, smirking as though she's seen through my facade and I withered, "Have you written anything about me? I can see those pages right? I can claim copyright, no?"

"N-no! I promise!" it's hard to lie looking straight into her eyes, and my shifting thoughts always lead back to our kiss. Kiss shared to quell our curiosity, and there was nothing more, nothing less.

"Aww... That's too bad, I thought you would have." she slumped back to her chair and lend me my space to think and breathe properly. She's pouting, bending forward to rest her face in her palm and looking afar. I don't want to see her upset so I nervously stare at her.

"Um- do you want me to?"

She glanced at me, "Yeah sure! I wanna know what you think of me." she softly smiled, and I couldn't return the gesture. "Don't write anything bad about me though," she smirked to let me know she was joking, her mannerisms are already ingrained into my mind.

"Of course! I wouldn't do that to y-you!"

"Hey, stupid nerd, get out of the class!" it was right behind me, and without meaning to, I jumped and turned around, realizing she saw me like that made me conscious of my breathing. "K-kacchan! You... Are you on cleaning duty today?"

"Damn nerd just get up, and get out." came a cruel response to a well-meaning question. I'm not surprised anymore.

"Okay..." luckily I have my bag packed and I walked out of the class.

I'm unsure whether or not she stopped to glare at kacchan for a brief second, as within no time, she was already by my side, and my heart began to pound with how close we were while walking, and she'd bumped into my shoulders accidentally, looking at me for my reaction and I've got my gaze cast down.

Should I be content that our clothed skin had touched or should I put up some distance and risk coming across as halfhearted when I'm not?

She was his first decent and best friend.

"You know what, let's go to the mall!" she suddenly exclaimed.

"Huh? But don't you have a curfew-" I didn't get to finish my sentence.

"Eh! It's just for today and we shouldn't take too long! I can run back home with some excuse! Come on!" grabbing my sweaty hand, she pulled me forward and toward her running figure.

"Hurry up now! This will also be a good exercise for a future hero! You gotta build up that stamina! Come on, run!!" letting go of my hand, she jogged down the street, her bag bouncing up and down and her gaieties guiding me on. The shop lamps light up as we race down the rows of street lamps.

She was getting ahead of me, and I didn't want her to leave me behind so I closed my eyes and forced my legs to move faster, when I opened them, she was closer than she had been before.

"Ohoh! Look at you! Catching up to me huh! Not bad!" I laughed despite the weight on my back, I shouldn't have brought that many books with me, I regret that, but at the same time, it's driving me to run with all my might so I don't lose her.

"We're not too far now!" she was slowing herself to worry about me, a arm's length away from me and watching me. "Hey, you are doing better than me! Your bag seems to be slowing you down."

She praised me.

I didn't have time to comment when I found myself falling face-first down to the pavement, and my heavy bag adding weight as though someone had fallen on me. I heard her stop and fret, "Oh! Are you okay? That fall seemed like it hurt!" she immediately picks me up from the ground and removes my backpack, holding it for me, "Come on, can you walk?" I nodded, my nose hurt the most.

Swinging my bag over her shoulder she quickly seized my hand and made me follow her to a nearby cafe, allowing me to walk in first and sit down on a chair. Plopping down my bag with a thud and a concerned look, she sat beside me.

"You okay? Your nose is red."

"Yeah! I'm okay!" I had to reassure her and keep myself from overthinking about her hand on my shoulder, it remained there while she spoke up again, "You should take out some books. Your bag is pretty heavy." she lightheartedly mentioned, her eyes still looking at me when I turn to face her.

"I've been meaning to ask. What's your quirk?" I didn't stutter.

She looks surprised, but her face brightened as she cracked up, "Are you asking me that after you fell, I didn't see that coming!" she jokes, taking her hand back she said, "It's called endure, I got it from my mom and it's nothing special."

"How does it work?"

"Hmm not much to tell, it's like a cool feature, I just have a lot of pain tolerance. And I can manage pain more than others." she perked up, "Is me talking to you help drown out the pain?"

"Kinda..." I looked away.

"You should put some books in my bag, for now, that way your bag should feel lighter," she suggested already reaching out to unbolt the zip, "N-no! It's fine!" I moved my arm to stop her and it ended up with our hands touching, my reaction startling her as my cheeks warm up, and I draw myself back to not touch her again, "S-sorry!!"

She blinked, "Are you okay? You are suddenly hyperactive!"

"Yeah- I'm great!!" I nervously grinned and clutch my fist. I can't be worrying her.

"Okay- maybe-" she stopped herself to glare at the entrance and it confused me, until I heard, "Well, would you look at that? Deku is here." it was Kacchan.

"Don't tell me you guys are dating or something, because geez you two look so close." his friends ganged up, standing behind him and deeming him the leader of the group when they only used him as a shield.

"Geez dude, maybe take a hint and get lost." she mimicked their tone, and they chuckled at her attempt, I didn't want her to get involved with them.

"Oi, you are better off without Deku." Kacchan's words somehow made my chest ache, I was used to it but being aware of who he was talking to, I did not want her to leave me.

But, if she does. I'll be...

"And you are better off not bothering him, just go on with your business and pretend we are strangers, shouldn't be too hard, right?" she answered.

The hurt inside vanished after hearing her.

"Heh, I tell losers where they belong and don't tell me what to do, witch."

"Does that include yourself as well? Because man, maybe you are insecure deep inside that you feel to put others down who are better than you."

"You've got a pretty big mouth. How about I shut you up?" he had taken a big step toward her and would have tortured her if his friends hadn't towed him back.

"Dude, remember we are in public, and some old dudes are already watching."

"Tsk, I'll see you, tomorrow witch."

"Insecure prick," she replied.

After he's long gone to the back of the shop, her cold facade declined, and smiled at me, "Let's go home?"

Her voice had gotten soft.

"izuku sweetie, you should visit [Y/N] sometimes! You both could study together for the exam you have coming up."

She dropped me home after leaving the cafe, my mom exchanged a few pleasantries and insisted she comes inside, but she didn't stay long. "Also, tell me when you go so I can pack her cookies, that girl has been so nice to you, she's so caring of you." Mom cooed from the kitchen.

"Yeah," I replied. She stood up for me, and her transition from brutally cruel to kind made me nervous, what if I do something bad and she responds by ignoring me forever?

I've gotta be good to her, I don't want to be alone anymore after feeling so happy around her.

Should I call her?

Should I text her?

I want to talk to her but I'm scared I'll be making her uncomfortable she's never taken long to reply so that's a good sign, right? Ultimately my desire wins over and I'm bringing out my phone and turning it on.

Typing in the words and hesitating to send them, I stop to think, would she be asleep? Would she be spending time with her family? Should I be bothering her more than I have? Regardless, I needed to say sorry.

'Hi... Um, I'm sorry we couldn't go to the mall because of me. And sorry about Kacchan too.'

I waited. She wasn't going to answer so soon.

'Oh? What a coincidence! I was thinking about you, Are you sure you don't have a mind-reading quirk? Because you read my thoughts so accurately, and no need to be sorry, we could go anytime! You nurse that cute nose of yours first, dork.'

She replied!?

Does she think my nose is adorable? Not believing what she said I touched it, I did not know what to think of it, but it did make me forget what had been making me miserable.

'I will- I don't have a quirk I'm sure...'

I did not want to write my next thought. It ended up going to her regardless, curiosity was hard to resist even for me, I had to know.

'What were you thinking of me?'

I dislike how... Wrong it sounds, biting my lips when she didn't answer soon enough, I knew it was bad. Hoping she hadn't seen it yet, I quickly deleted it. Breathing a sigh and getting up from the couch, I should walk around a bit to prevent myself from overanalyzing.

'Oh! Why did you delete it? I was thinking about how you are so cute and how lucky I am to have you as my first best friend, oh, and what ways we can have fun at the mall. I was thinking we could go to a cosplay shop.'

She saw it...!!

"Wear this."

She pushed a dress toward his chest, and he looked down at it, realizing what she meant he quickly blushed, "But- it won't fit me-- it's for girls!" she grinned, "These are our disguises! A no is not an answer here now go on, I'll be here if you need any help!" shutting down his words and pushing him into the changing room, she closed the door and him inside.

His cheeks turned red as he touched the material, it was soft and pretty. He couldn't possibly prepare himself to remove his uniform and fit himself into this black gown, "We don't have all day!" she whispered into the tiny gap between the door, "we have plans to attend to, so make haste!" slowly pulling off his pants he looked himself in the mirror one last time and took off his shirt, "are you having any trouble in there?" she called out and he shrieked, "U-m uh- no..."

He can't tell if her constant investigation was making it worse, or better for him to cope.

"Okay... Come out soon, I wanna see you."

Pressing his lips together, he stared at his reflection and the gown, it would look prettier on her instead of him, but he kept that to himself, "Are you done?" she tried twisting the handle, thankfully he locked it the second the time she asked.

"N-no!!" he screamed as she knocked on the door, allowing her to sigh and say, "Come on, I have to do your make-up too! Just one more minute!" she warned.

That was his cue to leave and not make her upset.

Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and slightly opened it, peering out and hiding his body. "Should I come outside?" he mumbled, his heart skipping a beat when she quickly looked both ways and entered with her bag, closing the door behind her she grinned, staring into his eyes, it reminded him of the movies his mom used to watch.

Now that he thinks about it, this is kinda romantic, and he doesn't need to watch those movies to know it, though he might once he gets home.

They were alone in the changing booth, just the two of them, was she going to kiss him again?

"You are glowing red! Oh my god! Relax!!" the bedroom eyes she gave him reduced into a concerned expression, closing the tiny distance and gently patting his back, but it didn't make his heart beat any slower. "Ah! This is embarrassing!" he whimpered to himself, hiding his face in his hands "What? No! You look so cute!" she reassured, he had to take a look at himself and he did, his mind concluding what would happen with them so close to each other.

"See! You look so... Hot!" she grasped his shoulder and turned him around to fully face his reflected image, "I'll do your make-up now!" she smiled, gently guiding him to the small bench and pushing him down, she towered over him and he couldn't bring himself to make eye contact.

She made him wear a wig. Short black-haired wig.

"Okay! Don't move unless I tell you to," she commanded and he wouldn't have the will to say anything, not that he would. She can do anything she wanted. To him.

"Keep your eyes still, I'm doing your eyeliner."

He felt cold ink glide over his eyelids, and her hands softly touching his skin, he could feel her breath. Holding his breath in a little longer, he gripped the material in his hand and kept his back straight. "Alright, open your eyes..."

He obeyed and stared up into her eyes, focused on him, watching him.

"Hmm! You have perfect skin so you don't need foundation, let's put on some blush and lipstick then we are done!"

It felt good to be taken care of, it felt good to feel her hand on his face again, and it felt like it was too good to be real. True to her words, she picked out a rosy tint for his cheeks and a peachy red for his lips after trying them on her hand.

Grasping the lipstick, she held his chin up and lowered it to his lips, gently applying the shade and moving back, he shouldn't have opened his eyes yet.

She leaned forward, using her thumb to part his lip she touched them, smearing the color to the corners of his mouth with a careful brush of her finger, all while he admired her features and remembered what started their friendship.

"There! Make-up is done!" she cheered, stepping back to adore her doing.

"T--thanks..." he dropped his gaze to the floor, was it bad he wanted to paint her lips with his? He'd never been bold enough to think about it.

"Hehe! Ok ok, now you'll wait for me outside!"

He didn't question her because he was too stunned to even speak anything after walking out of the booth and avoiding every stranger's gaze, standing with his bag on the ground, he eyed the door. They should have left their bags at home he would have if she'd told him earlier.

That they'd go to the mall right after school.

"I'm done! Come to me, my Juliet!!" bursting out the door, she elated lovingly.

He didn't get time to see her before she grabbed his hand and raced out of the shop a completely different person, "Where are we going?!" he managed to ask while they skimmed down the stairs, running in a dress was not easy as the movies made them out to be, their bags additional weight to carry.

"I had the grand idea of troubling someone!" she narrowed her answer, "Won't we get into trouble?!"

"What? No!! We are not where we are!" he didn't understand what she was getting at. "I mean we are in our disguises! And it will be fun!"

Stopping behind a pillar, he bumped into her before correcting himself and looking at where she had her eyes, "Here is the plan, your name is Juliet, and I'm Jake! And also don't speak unless I tell you!"

Were they doing a roleplay? Did she like them?

"Here he comes!! Hehehe, you bastard I'm going to embarrass you in front of the public for calling me tomorrow bitch!" she muttered to herself, an evil smile on her face and narrowed eyes glaring at the trio entering the mall.

He realized it was Kacchan and his friends.

"How did you know they were coming?" he inquired without thinking about how tense he sounded. Did she like him? Nobody would go out of their way to tease somebody and pay attention to them.

Unless she had feelings for him...

"Oh! So, um... When I was going back to class, I overheard them. So-- I decided it would be fun to prank him."

"Why?" he spoke too soon.

"Why? Well, because... I want to." she shortened her answer, and it wasn't the one he wanted to hear.

"Why--"

"Oh!! They're moving in! Come on!" seizing his hand, she guided him to tangle his arm around hers, as couples do, when they are in love.

"Ah! Shoot, I almost forgot-- let's hide our bags somewhere! Do you have any ideas?" she ceased her tracks to look around them, he'd forgotten about them too, if he wanted to be her best friend, he should make sure they don't get in trouble.

"Let's hide them under the bench?" he suggested, the ground floor of the mall had shops and few seating areas, it was big and empty even with so many people around. "Yeah that sounds good, I don't have a better idea."

Soon after they finished it, he held onto her arm and let her lead the way, occasionally he'd nuzzle into her and breathe in her scent, it was bliss.

"You seem to be enjoying this." she teased, gazing to her side where he stood and walked along, he gets to observe her better this way, the hat matched her and hid her hair, the white suit, and his black gown. They matched well.

"Umm... I-- I just think we should do our best." he sheepishly mumbled, thinking if he should lower his voice to a girl's.

"You keep doing that and I might just eat you up..."

He blushed, was she playing her role a little too well or did she mean that?

Flashing him a smirk, she carefully took off her hat, "Phew! They didn't break! That would have been embarrassing..." Moving around in her hat were two water balloons.

"When did you get those?" he questioned, "Oh! While you were changing, I filled them up with water from my bottle, I have more in my bag, they're not prepared though. These were very hard to fill." she mused, grinning ear to ear, "hold one for me." she handed a yellow balloon, while she took a red one.

Her smile never faded as she put on her hat and slowly sneaked towards their victim. He was nervous.

"If my first attack fails, quickly gimme yours." she quietly gossiped in his ear, "Be ready to speed-walk afterward." he nodded.

Nearing the trio, she steadied her hand and pulled them back, heaving in a sigh, she quickly threw the balloon. He watched.

It landed right where she wanted it to.

Katsuki jolted and quickly turned his head, finding it empty behind him, "What the hell...!" he shouted, looking down at his pants, it had gotten wet. "Dude... Did you?" his friends attempted to speak but were rudely interrupted, "Shut up! Fuck no! Someone-"

"Oh dear, look, looks like this kid peeped his pants. He should have gone to the bathroom sooner." her voice sounded deeper and... Hotter.

"Huh??!!" his red eyes immediately settled on them, "The fuck did you say?" he yelled, attracting attention to himself and his friends.

Calmly walking ahead of them, she laughed, "No manners huh, kids these days... So rude and reckless. Right, my love?" she peered down at him, "O-oh yes..." he squeaked, did she just call him the love of her life?

"You should change your pants, son." she smiled.

"I did not peep myself you hat-for-brains!" he retorted, ready to pull up his fist and fight, "dude, you're causing a scene." his friend stepped in, holding him back from storming over to the couple.

"Huh... Alright, be sure to use the bathroom next time!" she cheered, pulling him away from the small crowd.

"Come back here you!!!" Katsuki shouted at the top of his lungs, pushing his friends away and chasing after them. "You bastard!!" both of them looked back and without a second thought, they ran, that is after she poked her tongue out to further enrage him.

Izuku on the other hand couldn't keep up with his dress slowing him, but thank god he could wear his regular shoes, pulling his dress up, his other hand holding onto hers, they ran avoiding other people until the dress decided to trip him.

Fortunately, he didn't fall on the ground completely like the last time they raced, she saved him. Throwing a glance toward their pursuer, she brought him up to his feet and picked him up, tightly holding onto his knees and torso, she sprinted as fast as she could and he hid his face in his chest, his arms supporting himself around her neck.

She felt bad about making him wear this dress, didn't she?

He tuned everything out and focused on breathing in and out, did she like to be in control? Did she love him? He felt his heart beating faster than usual, it can't be normal. Covering his vision only allowed her image to flash before his eyes, her scent dominating his.

He absorbed the moment as much as he could. Until...

Eventually, they slowed, and her heavy breathing reached his ear, her grasp on him loosened, and it seemed like she was struggling to hold him up any longer. He wanted to be in her arms.

He didn't want her to let him go yet.

"Looks like... we lost him, that idiot was... fast... God, I hate Katsuki for making me run... So much." she panted, "You okay?" he lifts his head a little, looking at her with puppy eyes, "Y... Yeah, I-I'm good..."

"You look like a baby right now." she giggled, "But I can't hold you any longer." She lowered herself to the ground and he didn't have any choice but to leave her embrace. "You are not heavy I swear! The adrenaline... Vanished and that stupid idiot chased me around..." Exhausted and shaking, she sat on the ground and tried catching her breath.

"You didn't have to carry me..." he responded.

"Yeah, but well I know how tough it is to run in those dresses so..." she gazed up, whining, "we still have to go inside and change our outfit and get our bags! I didn't think this one through..."

"I could go in and get them!" he wanted to be of use to her.

"That's kinda risky... No, let's go inside together and sneak our way back." she cared so much, she didn't want him to go all alone.

"But, you're tired." he insisted.

"It's fine... Besides I'm sleeping the moment I get home."

Next time, he wanted to be the one in a suit, and she in a beautiful dress.

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You wouldn't believe how much I fangirled...

That is unlike me

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trashytoastboi · 23 days

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Day of Faith - Simeon

~Spicy Sin-Ario F! Version~

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> Female Version

> Word count: 1,181 words

> Warning: NSFW (Teasing, hand job, grinding)

Simeon and {Name} had been spending the day together, a little stay at home date. Not feeling for the hustle and bustle of the Devildom right now especially when there was a music festival currently ongoing and an onslaught of tourists that came in droves and made the place way busier than usual. So Simeon and {Name} opted for something more private and quiet. They watched movies, horrors that got suggested to them while bundled up together, entwined in each other's arms. Simeon would get the occasional fright, felt by his arms tightening around her whenever the jumpscares got to him. Simeon did use it as an excuse to pull her closer, he stroked her hair to comfort her even though it was more for himself. Simeon placed a kiss atop {Name’s} head asking if she was still liking the movie. She smiled up at him and turned to return all of Simeon’s sweet affections. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, another, and another…The angel blushed and one upped her with a chuckle. His lips drifted over her jaw, her neck and down her chest. All soft and unsuspecting kisses. It was innocent. Was.

{Name} sighs with the gentle touch of his lips against her neck, Simeon’s hands pulled her a little closer. He got a little more needy with his kisses, they got a little deeper and didn’t feel quite as chaste anymore. Simeon pulls away “Sorry was that too much?” He brushes the hair from her face. {Name} takes the step closer this time round, deepening the kiss and slowly working her tongue into his mouth, his clumsy tongue tries to keep up with her teasing getting more tangled than anything. The angel moans low into the kiss, growing more aware of her body against his. The heat of it, so nice and pleasant. It’s comforting. Their positions keep moving, shifting and evolving until Simeon is on top of {Name}, his weight resting between her legs while a hand steadies himself on her waist. Down, a little more, an anxious hand squeezes her thigh earning a soft giggle from her. It’s cute to see how heated Simeon is getting without realizing how easily worked up he is. His movements show their clumsiness, still persisting with a boldness {Name} could appreciate. {Name} covers his hand with her own, keeping it in place and silently encouraging him to continue. It’s permission and guidance.

Simeon only riles himself up more, he holds her close. Desperate to feel more, Simeon slowly begins to rut against her without thinking too much about it until it feels good. {Name} lets out a soft moan as Simeon grinds against her. His small whines and moans are music to her ears, the movie in the background seems to become just that- background noise. She wraps her legs around his waist, accommodating him getting harder with his rutting against her. Simeon kisses her hungrily, not rough, demanding and yearning. Simeon bites his lip and squeezes his eyes closed. He buries his face into her neck, whining and only getting more antsy with all the rutting. “Mm…{Name}...” he moans her name. His kisses get sloppy and inconsistent against her neck, {Name} can hear his voice getting higher and more strained. His body trembles against hers, whimpering all the while cumming in his pants as he nuzzles into her.

Simeon finally comes back to his senses, apologizing profusely for getting so carried away and embarrassed by the stains on his pants when he made himself finish like that. {Name} peppered his face in kisses, reassuring Simeon to calm down and stop with the constant flow of apology. Simeon looked more sheepish than apologetic, prompting a look of inquiry from {Name}. The angel leaned over, “I want more…” He murmured sweetly, taking advantage of {Name’s} desire to put him at ease. {Name} decides she may as well do the same, if he wanted more then she would provide while helping herself at the same time. She instructed Simeon to sit up, bringing his legs up a bit when she straddled one of his thighs.

{Name} wrapped her arms around his shoulders, keeping him close and his eyes on her. She brought Simeon into a gentle embrace with soft kisses while grinding down against his thigh, soft breaths and moans spilled into the kiss when Simeon pulled away she’d softly tut “Focus here” He paused, to look down at where she was moving her hips, wishing it was something else she was moving so skillfully on. His eyes went back to her face, {Name’s} eyes shut in concentration as she slowly inched closer to her release, the angel moved his hands to her hips in the hopes of assisting and helping her move. He wondered if this is what he looked like when losing himself- no, he couldn’t be as pretty as {Name} he thinks. {Name’s} pace faltered for a brief moment, regaining its rhythm with more urgency when she softly muttered the words “I’m close…” Simeon nodded, wanting to watch her expression closely, he lifted his leg a little to have his thigh provide a little more pressure. “There…there…” She whispered to herself when her brows knitted and {Name} bit her lip as the shuddering feeling crept and washed over her as she came on his thigh. {Name} caught her breath and opened her glossy eyes to look at Simeon who stared at her flustered appearance, “Simeon? What’s wrong?” {Name} asked gently, watching the angel squirm a little in his seat and a prominent bulge jutting from his pants told her everything she needed to know. Simeon bit back a small moan when her hands made quick work of his pants, enough to free his aching cock. {Name} saw his cum covered cock already dripping and begging for more, it twitched in her hand when she lazily stroked it. Simeon’s body jolts every time she moves her hand, “Gonna cum again?” {Name} asked softly and nipped his earlobe. Simeon frantically nodded. {Name} smiled and teased as her hand slipped off his cock “It’s so wet, hard for me to stay on” she chuckled, sliding her hand all the way down and squeezing the base. Simeon groaned, shutting his eyes as his breath got heavier, the small repeated pleas begged for her hand to move again. {Name} slid her hands up again, slipped off again. Simeon whined “Please?”It's not fair when he makes a face like that. Her hand tightened its grip as she moved faster in small shallow pumps, Simeon’s moans went in time with every quick pump. His head was thrown back and mouth hanging open as he tried to stop her. Simeon’s cum came out in quick, violent ropes that coated both him and {Name}. He looked defeated, out of breath and floating in bliss all at the same time. {Name} kissed Simeon softly telling him how cute he is. Simeon pouted slightly at the constant teasing, he looked up at her. “I’ll make you feel good too…” he mumbled before having {Name} positioned beneath him.

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pinksugarscrub · 9 months

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Addiction

Earth-42! Miles Morales x reader

Scenario: Coffee date with music on the side.

(optional : song - sabor a mi)

The sun was still relatively high in the sky as you exited Miles' apartment complex. Your shoes hitting the pavement with an audible 'smack' as you jumped down the last two steps.

"Oye, what did I say-" Miles gently tugged you back to his side, a small smile on his lips. "-don't wander off without me."

You looked back at him sheepishly. Not hesitating to wrap your own arm around his waist. The soft glow of the sun hitting your face. "Sorry sorry, just excited."

Miles chuckled before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "I can see that." He couldn't help but admire the sweet and innocent look on your face. Eyes always so full of life. "I'm pretty sure you have an addiction chiquita."

The two of you began walking down the gum stained pavement. Cars whizzing by without a care. It was times like this that made you fall deeper in love with Brooklyn.

Coming from a smaller town the city both amazed and frightened you. You had to consider yourself lucky that your mom had rekindled her friendship with Miles' mother, Rio. The thought of traversing this new world without Miles sounded unfathomable. No...a life without Miles sounded unfathomable.

You rummaged through the pocket of your jacket. 'Visions Academy' embedded in bold letters across your chest. "It's not an addiction! I can stop whenever I want..." The pout on your lips unfurling once you felt the familiar wire of your earphones.

Carefully slipping the left earbud into his ear before settling the other in your right. "Plus, who am I to deny someone when they offer to buy me a drink?" You blinked at him as you feigned innocence. Coughing into your fist as you muttered his name. "I'm talking about you Morales"

Miles laughed, slipping his phone out of his pocket as he connected the end of the aux chord. Not giving you the opportunity to protest as he pressed shuffle on the playlist he had been creating for you.

"Como que it's my fault?" He gently flicked your forehead. A smug smile on his lips. "You're the one who was practically begging me to take you out right now."

You squeaked at the sudden pain inflicted on you. Sending Miles a harmless glare that quickly dissipated once he kissed the area.

"Yeah well," you huffed. Puffing out your cheeks as butterflies filled your stomach. Miles wasn't normally so affectionate. Especially out in public but, you weren't going to complain. "I wanted to grab some for your mom too. She's covering someone's shift tonight, right?"

Miles Morales cared about many things. His alter ego, his education, his family, ---but most importantly--- his mother. Ever since his father had passed away there was a subtle yet noticeable shift in the way Miles lived out his life.

Working harder to maintain the house while she was away. His room still cluttered but much more organized. Homework completed before she got home. Even going as far as trying to learn how to cook.

Miles also had his uncle to thank for supporting them financially seeing as his mom wanted him to focus on school. Not willing to force her little boy to grow up too soon.

That's why it meant the world to him to hear, see, you cared for his family just as much as you cared for him.

"You remember that?" He didn't even attempt to hide the lovesick look on his face as he smiled at you. "I told you that like a week ago."

Your favorite song began playing as the tension built between the two of you.

"Of course I do," you murmured. Eyes tracing the outline of his jaw before moving back up to his soft brown eyes. "I love your mom and...I love you."

You knew you should have anticipated him spinning you around, pressing his lips to yours. But no matter how many times you had kissed. This boy always left you breathless.

Your collective bodies shuffled to a stop in front of the coffee shop illuminated by the dim yellow light bulbs implemented for the aesthetic.

You were starting to wonder if he would taste even better after a cup of coffee... Maybe you do have an addiction.

#atsv #spiderman atsv #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #miles morales #fluff

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goldfish-afterhours · 4 months

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ROB THEM BLIND - ONE

— Home // Genshin Impact Bank Robbery AU

“Welcome to Minlin Bank. How may I help you today?”

As the line shuffled forward slowly, Lumine felt her throat becoming tighter and tighter; the note stuffed in her jacket pocket growing heavier and heavier. She was sweating—partly from the thick jacket engulfing her body, its hood flopped to her eyes to obstruct her face—but also because of what she was about to do.

‘This is a robbery. I am armed—do not think about resisting or alerting anyone. Put all the money in this envelope and you will not be hurt.’

Lumine had scrawled those words on a piece of lined paper last night, ripped straight out of a notepad. Multiple discarded drafts littered her hotel room from all her attempts at obscuring her handwriting.

“Next! Good morning, sir, welcome to Minlin Bank.”

The person in front of her left for the desk, and Lumine shifted forwards, so she was now the first in line. All of a sudden, she felt very exposed, as if all eyes were on her now that she was at the front of the line. She clenched her fists. I can do this, she told herself. I have to do this.

“Next!” A cheery clerk waved her over. She looked young, even younger than Lumine, with bright eyes and black hair braided in two loop pigtails. For a moment, Lumine felt dazed. How would her actions affect this young bank teller? Would Lumine be able to sleep soundly tonight, knowing that she had threatened someone so innocent?

The young lady’s voice broke into Lumine’s thoughts. “Welcome to Minlin Bank. How can I help you today, ma’am?”

Lumine took a shaky breath. Before she could back out, she pulled her hood tighter over her head, plunged her hand into her pocket, and—

“Get on the ground! Get on the ground!” a deep voice bellowed. Gunshots sliced through the air, embedding themselves into the walls like meteors with a sickening bang! Glass shattered, and the poor clerk serving Lumine screamed.

“Last chance unless you want your head blown off! Get on the ground!” another voice shouted above the chaos of people crying and bodies falling to the floor.

Lumine felt someone tug at her clothes. “What are you doing? Hurry and get down!” a woman whispered, looking up at her with eyes wide in terror.

She crumpled the note back into her pocket and dropped down with everyone else. Most people were cowering on the floor with their hands over their heads, but Lumine was bold enough to tilt her head up slightly to catch a glimpse of what was going on.

There were four—no, five of them. All male, all wearing some sort of mask to hide their face. The man who had shouted first donned a sinister red mask, with bared teeth and horns sprouting out of its head. He was so big he made the machine gun in his hands look tiny. Red tattoos ran down his arms as he tapped the muzzle of his weapon against anyone who held their head too high. Two men leapt over the counters, bags in their hands. A loud thump and the shriek of metal against metal meant they had successfully broken into the tills, and Lumine could hear the rustling of paper as they stuffed the cash into their bags.

Curiously, there was a man standing at the front entrance of the bank. He had no visible weapons on him, and his arms were crossed. He was clearly not acting as a lookout—his back was to the front doors. Yet he made no effort to subdue or intimidate the people either. He just stood there, watching, white hood shrouding his face. He almost looked like a grim reaper dressed in white.

“Hey, girlie. You’re holding your head a lil high. Got a death wish?” a playful voice breathed down Lumine’s neck. For a moment, she contemplated turning around and punching him right in the middle of his elaborate crimson mask, but that would surely draw too much attention. Instead, she covered her arms above her head like everyone else, even pretending to tremble. But in reality, her blood was burning through her veins.

The groan of the counter and the sound of boots hitting the ground alerted Lumine that the robbers had obtained their goal. It was only a matter of minutes now.

“Okay, okay, you can all get up now,” the man in the red-horned mask said. She craned her neck up to peek from her hood, and several customers were also starting to stir. The loud bang of a gunshot, however, made everyone drop to the floor once again. “Just kidding~ Stay down and count to a thousand. Any person who moves before that gets a bullet in their tongue.”

‘One, two, three, four…’ Lumine could practically hear everyone counting under their breaths. But if she waited to one thousand with all of them, the criminals would definitely slip away, and she could not let that happen.

‘Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight…’ At this point, the thundering of boots faded away. The only sounds audible in the bank were heavy breathing and muffled sobs.

As quietly as she could, Lumine slowly got to her feet, careful not to rustle her jacket. No one paid her any notice. Lightly, she stepped around the shaking bodies on the floor. Shards of broken glass sprayed the counter and floor. Bullet holes decorated the walls and the ceiling; surprisingly, the fish tank in the corner of the room came out unscathed. A bright red goldfish flicked its tail in the water as it changed direction, unconcerned with the violence that had just taken place.

The police had not yet arrived, but Lumine could hear their sirens in the distance. And if she could hear it, that meant the robbers would hear it soon too. She had to leave, right now.

Lumine carefully stepped through the giant hole in one of the glass entry doors. The road was deserted, all pedestrians having fled the moment the armed robbery began.

She shut her eyes. Wind whistled past her ear. She could hear the street lamps humming lowly, a cricket chirping, the soft paws of a cat leaping onto a fence, and—

Heavy boots.

Lumine’s eyes flew up and she broke into a run to the back of the building, down an alleyway, towards the direction of the sound. The footsteps were soon joined by the low rustles of paper money being jolted against a moving bag. Right before voices became audible, Lumine slowed to a walk, then tiptoeing on the cobblestone walkway.

“...talk too much. You think this is a game?” a voice snapped, his voice dripping with annoyance.

“What’s wrong with that? I might as well have some fun with it!”

Lumine pressed her back against the wall, summoning the courage to peer past the corner. Three of the five robbers were walking down the alleyway. A large bag was hoisted over the biggest man’s shoulder, while the ginger-haired man who had threatened Lumine was walking beside him, one hand in his pocket while the other twirled a gun around his finger. The third person with them was unfamiliar; she must have missed him during the chaos. He was much smaller than the other two, but he seemed to be scolding them without any fear, despite the largest man’s bicep being the size of his entire head.

“C’mon Xiao, let Itto have a little fun with it! What’s the problem?” the ginger-haired man said airly.

“The problem is he acts like a stupid oaf. Him just being there makes us more likely to get caught,” the one called Xiao retorted.

“Hey, I don’t act stupid!” Itto exclaimed indignantly. “In fact…you act stupid! Stupid!”

As they bickered with each other, Lumine took the chance to creep closer and closer behind them, darting into the next alleyway or behind corners to remain out of sight. They were talking so loudly to each other, she was sure they did not detect that someone was trailing them.

Until her foot hit a pebble. It barely made a sound as it fell back on the cobblestone paths.

But these robbers were better than she had given them credit for. Xiao immediately stopped in his tracks. “Shut up.”

“No, you shut up!”

“We’re being followed.”

Lumine held her breath, but the footsteps became louder, as if they knew exactly where she was. She waited a few moments—maybe they would dismiss it as their imagination and be back on their way—but they came insistently closer.

Okay, too close. I have to go, she thought. But before she could even move a muscle, a hand flew between her shoulder and neck, trapping her against the wall.

“Now, now, what do we have here? Someone trying to play the hero?” The elaborate red mask was now resting against the side of his head, revealing his face. This is never a good sign—it meant he had no fear of her seeing what he looked like, since dead men tell no tales. His voice was playful and smile teasing, but his blue eyes were void of anything, as if they barely registered Lumine in front of him. “Didn’t you hear the big, scary man? You want a bullet in your pretty face that badly?” He leaned closer, but she did not flinch.

“No,” Lumine responded. “I want compensation.”

Before the man could respond, she pulled out the crumpled note from her pocket, unfolding it with one hand and shoving it in his face. “I was just about to rob them when you stole my target.”

The man squinted his eyes at the note before scoffing. “So what? You want us to open our bag right now and hand you a stack?”

“Just one stack? Don’t play. I want to talk to your boss. I’ll negotiate with them.” She put the note back in her pocket.

His lips curled into a sneer. “And just why would we let you do that?”

“Because you’re going to want this back, won’t you?” Lumine spun a blue charm around her finger.

The man seemed to do a double-take. He looked down at his belt, confirming that the blue charm that was hanging from a chain on his belt loop was indeed gone. He looked back at Lumine, no sign of surprise on his face, but she could see that he was now clenching his jaw.

Lumine winced as the cold metal muzzle of the gun made contact with her cheek. He was still smiling, but any trace of amusement was gone. “Give that back, girlie,” he said smoothly, as if chiding a toddler, “and I promise you’ll still be able to see out of one eye after.”

Itto, who had been listening quietly behind him the entire time, finally broke his silence. “Hey, wha—? Didn’t Zhongles tell us not to hurt anyone if we can help it? You can’t shoot her just for that, Ajax!”

“Watch me,” Ajax responded, clicking off the safety of his gun.

The shortest one who had detected Lumine in the first place tugged at Ajax’s arm, the one holding the gun against her face. “Don’t,” he insisted. “Just bring her to him. He will decide.”

Ajax’s eyes flicked to glare at Xiao, and for a moment, Lumine thought he was going to turn the gun on him instead. But instead, the ginger-haired man sighed and lowered his arm.

He stepped away, and Lumine let out a gasp of relief, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest.

Ajax shrugged. “Alright, alright, I can’t argue with my brothers, can I?” he said. “Count yourself lucky, little lady. You just earned yourself an audience with the Guili Assembly’s head.” He shook his head at them, as if they had just convinced him not to buy an ice cream cone instead of murder. “But watch yourself.” His empty eyes flicked back to Lumine, and she had to will herself not to flinch.

“One wrong move and you’re dead.”

#my writing #rob them blind #genshin impact #genshin au #genshin headcanons #Zhongli #Thoma #Xiao #itto #Childe #Scaramouche #wanderer #genshin impact x reader

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hi~I saw a lot of reader asks and how badass she is. So, what if powerful reader is also innocent and she somehow during the fight (human side) manage to pin her opponents to the ground, immobilized them only for her to grin and lean close to their face and said, "Want to go for second round?" Causing the other to froze and blush due to the context of her words. The crowds scream in excitement while the human fighter facepalm.

While reader is just sits up on her opponents, straddling them and confused why the audience literally screaming and why her fellow fighters seem flushed and some even frowning or glaring. And then the god fighting her suddenly blurted a marriage proposal out of blue, still blushing and even move to hold her hands or just hold her close.

Hades, Poseidon, Beelzebub, Hercules and Thor please!

-You were a ray of sunshine, but you could also be a ball of fire when you wanted to be.

-You were a kind and gentle person by nature, always wanting to help others, but you knew how to fight, to defend yourself, as many had told you that you were too innocent, and bad people would try to steal you away.

-You had been chosen to fight in Ragnarok and quickly proved that you were not a pushover, you were way stronger than you looked, handling your opponent, one of the strongest in Ragnarok, with ease!

-You managed to leg sweep your opponent and disarm him at the same time, knocking him to his back and you were quick to pin him down, sitting astride his chest, holding a knife to his neck.

-You were announced the winner and you smiled down at him, pulling your knife away, “That was so much fun! I wanna have a second round!”

-The crowd was immediately cheering, making question marks appear around your head, confused as to why they were all cheering while others couldn’t help but face-palm, seeing how dense you were, with the way you were sitting on (God) and what you had said.

-Hades- Smiled up at you, seeing you denseness, his hands coming to your hips, making you squeak as he held you there, “Marry me!” your face immediately flushed, shocked about where his proposal had come from as the cheers had gotten louder. He had been impressed with your skills, with your power, but he also knew that you were a kind person, you were perfect in his eyes. You were stammering, your hands on his chest, trying to pull away from him before he sat up and you slid to his lap, the crowd growing even louder and he could only grin as you didn’t realize the position you were now in, waiting for your answer, enjoying your flushed face.

-Poseidon- He was stunned that you had managed to best him in combat, but your statement, which you had meant in a non-perverted way, had a fire quickly going in him as you got off him. You held out a hand to him, offering to help him up, which showed your kind nature, he took it, but only to hold you there as he quickly moved, capturing your lips in a kiss. Your eyes went wide, and you instantly flushed, pulling away, but he kept his grip on your wrist, “Become my wife and queen.” Your mouth fell open as the crowd went wild, seeing the normally stoic Poseidon kiss you and propose publicly, finding it amazing!

-Beelzebub- You went to move off of him and you froze as his hands came to your waist, keeping you seated, and you looked down at him, a bit confused, which made a smile rise to his lips, seeing that you were indeed dense as you hadn’t realized what you had said, only knowing the crowd was cheering for your boldness. You wiggled only slightly, confused, “why are you holding me down? Aren’t I heavy?” he chuckled softly before he spoke, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek, “Will you marry me?” you pulled back, your hands coming to your cheeks as a sound like a deflating balloon escaped you and the crowd went even crazier, hearing the proposal while you were stammering, trying to make sense of why he was proposing to you.

-Hercules- He grinned up at you, not at all bothered that he had lost, which made you smile before he inhaled, “Marry me!” you turned white, freezing in shock and the crowd went absolutely bonkers, hearing the proposal, cheering for the two of you while you looked around frantically. You were concerned that beating him was a marriage proposal of sorts, your face red as you were stammering, trying to apologize for beating him before he sat up, his arms rising to keep your legs around his chest so he could look up at you, only slightly as he was so tall, asking you again to marry him. Your eyes turned to swirls as you couldn’t make any sense of the situation and he had to carry you backstage for you to calm down, before he asked again, wanting your answer.

-Thor- You had gotten off of him and had turned to help him up, showing him your kind nature, but he was already standing by the time you turned, but you weren’t bothered. You smiled at him once more before he reached out and caught your wrist, which made you turn, a bit confused, silently pondering if he wanted that second match right away. His other hand rose and brushed your hair behind your ear, shocking everyone by his gentle actions before he spoke, “Marry me, Y/N.” your eyes went wide before you pulled back, hands cupping your face, “What?” the crowd quickly went wild, hearing the proposal and he smiled softly down at you, thinking your flushed face was cute before he asked you again, his voice soft, his eyes full of adoration for you, which really confused you as you had never met Thor before your fight with him. You had no idea what to do!!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror poseidon #ror beelzebub #ror heracles #ror thor

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kassiekole22 · 11 months

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You're Beautiful

Picture edited by me.

Pairing: Josh Washington x Fem!Reader Description: You reflect on the time when you finally decided were forced to tell your long-time crush — Josh Washington — how you feel. Warnings: Fluff, Friends To Lovers, Pining, A Lot Of Angst Towards The End. Word Count: 1.6k A/N: Fic #2 of the Until Dawn Poll Fic Challenge! Also, this is technically my very first Wendigo!Josh fic! It was pretty fun to write, so expect more in the future. 🤭 Until then, I hope you enjoy this one! 🖤 Josh's MasterList: 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @fortune-fool02, @raven-the-cryptid, and @imahyperfixatedbitch. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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"Truth or dare?"

I sat awkwardly in silence as the whole group stared at me with anticipation clear on their faces. I didn't know how I got roped into that stupid party game; it was more for twelve-year-olds than a bunch of people in their late teens.

But there I sat, contemplating my answer as my friends stared at me with a hungry look in their eyes as they waited for me to make a decision. If it had been anybody else, it would have been an easy answer: truth. But this wasn't anybody — this was Jess.

A few people knew about my crush on Josh: Hannah, Beth, Sam, Chris and even Jess too — though I knew that the others would keep their mouths shut until I was ready to express my feelings to him, I also knew that Jess was different. Now I'm not saying that having a friend with a bold and forward personality is a bad thing, but sometimes it can come with a price — and that price was my dignity.

Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I thought Jess would outright tell Josh about my crush — she was smarter than that. I knew for a fact that she would wait and leave me in a situation where I would have to tell him. And tonight was most likely going to be that night.

"Well — truth or dare, (Y/N)?" Jess asked again with a huge smirk growing on her face. The devilish and mischievous look in her eyes didn't help my nerves either. "You have to choose one."

Without giving it a second of thought and panicking due to all the impatient eyes staring me down, I blurted out a word that I knew I'd regret saying fast: "Dare!"

All the eyes widened in the room due to my bold answer, even Jess'. It seemed like nobody expected me to choose dare, since I was always the "play it safe" type of girl. But as fast as that shocked expression etched into Jess' features, a new and more sinister smirk grew.

"Ok." She sang angelicly as a new, and very fake innocence filtered through her voice. "I dare you to..."

I knew damn well that she was only dragging this out to add to the anticipation, because it was clear in her eyes that she already knew her answer. Her eyes burned holes in mine, as her smirk broadened with much excitement.

"Kiss the most beautiful person in the room!"

I nearly choked on my own spit as her words met my ears. Everybody began whispering and looking to see everyone else's expressions, which didn't help the matter. I had told Jess hundreds of times just how beautiful I found Josh to be, so she clearly knew what she was up to.

I glared her down as if I was trying to kill her with my mind, while she merely bit her bottom lip to repress a laugh. I looked around the room to see the ones who knew looking sorry and scared for me, while Emily seemed more focused on her nails than anything, and then Mike seemed almost ready for me to come to him with puckered lips. And then there was Josh, sitting there with a big smile on his face; it was obvious that he was oblivious of the situation.

I heaved a deep and defeated sigh before standing up, passing a very horned-up Mike, and shyly approached the guy I had wanted for so long. He stared up at me with a sweet smile on his face and a look of innocence in his eyes, which was weird for the dirty-minded fucker we all knew he was.

After inhaling and exhaling deeply one more time — almost as if to gain some sort of confidence I knew I wouldn't obtain by one more deep breath — I leaned down in front of him, and gently placed my lips against his own.

The room filled with audible gasps and more whispers, but none of it mattered or seemed incoherent in my now intoxicated mind. I melted into the kiss as my nerves seemed to die down, not giving a damn about what the others were saying or thinking. And to my surprise, he leaned into the kiss as well, seemingly enjoying it as his arms snaked around my form to hold me close. After what felt like an eternity, I pulled back to meet the gaze of a very flustered Josh. I couldn't help but smile at how his eyes were blown wide and his face was as red as a tomato; it was cute, though I knew his face most likely mirrored my own.

I chose that exact moment to lean in again, until my lips were just barely brushing his ear.

"You're the most beautiful man I have ever seen." I whispered softly, so no other could hear my intimate thoughts that were only meant to be heard by the one who meant to most to me.

My heart was pounding — not only from the adrenaline from what I just did, but from the amount of love I felt for him and the excitement I felt, knowing that this may be the start to a future together — a future that would change our lives for the better forever. I couldn't stop smiling, since the amount of happiness I felt couldn't compare to anything I had ever felt before. I knew at that moment that from that day on, things were only going to get better.

That feels like so long ago now...

Now I sit in a hospital room, eagerly waiting for the doctor to give us any kind of news. The only sounds I hear are my heart beat ringing in my ears — no longer due to the happiness I felt two years prior — the sounds of doctors and nurses rushing by to save lives, and the soft cries of Josh's mother as her husband holds her close. I can't stand it — it hurts too much, sitting here while completely powerless. The fear and heartbreak I feel is like nothing I've ever felt before, and I know there is a strong chance that it could only get worse.

I have been going to the hospital every day for two weeks, repeating the same routine as I wait for answers — but barely anything ever comes. So for the time being, I watch the clock intensely, counting the seconds as they tick by — insync with my heartbeat and only making it all the more noticeable. On one hand, I'm happy that Josh is still alive; but just knowing a tiny bit of information about his condition makes it hard to feel any bit of joy. I just want my baby to be ok.

After what felt like a lifetime of waiting, the doctor finally comes out and delivers the news. I'm surprised to learn that he is finally becoming himself again, and asked for one person to come see him: me.

The doctor leads me to a darkened room, and warns me to keep my distance. Apparently, just because Josh is slowly gaining his humanity back, doesn't mean his wild side has gone completely. So I have to be careful and cautious. I enter the room alone, though I know there are cameras on me, watching my every move.

The doctor told me that the only reason the light has been so restricted, is because of the sensitivity of Josh's eyes. Spending two and a half weeks in the pure darkness of the mine weakened his irises and pupils, causing the color to drain from them almost completely and leaving him almost blind. If he is in any type of lighting at this time, it would be equivalent to having his eyes on fire. So for this reason, the room must remain as dark as possible.

There was only a was only a very dull light shining over his bed, provided for seeing purposes for doctors and visitors. And thanks to that little bit of light, I can see enough to move around. And after a few slow and hesitant steps, I approach a bed.

Tears fill my eyes as I stare down at his weakened form; he barely looks like himself anymore. His left cheek is torn, his teeth are sharp and he's the most pale I have ever seen him look. I can't help but notice all the cuts all over his face and arms as well, and I shudder at the fact that I know exactly what did it. It breaks my heart to see his limbs strapped down to the bed, as if he was some sort of psychopath. Though what Josh did would seem pretty psychotic to a stranger's eye, I know in my heart that he isn't — he is just in pain and needs others to feel what he's feeling.

After a few minutes of quiet investing on my part, Josh slowly turns his head in my direction and opens his eyes. He gazes up at me with a look of sorrow and remorse — as if he's telling me he's sorry with his now pale orbs. I take his hand in my own, quickly noticing the sharp claws replacing his nails. Just as I look down at them in shock, he let's out a mournful sob.

"I-I'm- I'm- a-a-a m-monster-r..." His voice comes out so raspy and coarse, that I nearly don't recognize it. But the sorrow and pain in his tone is strong enough to tell me that he needs me more than ever.

I lean down and place a very gentle kiss to his bruised forehead, before whispering ever so softly, "You're still the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

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#until dawn #until dawn josh #josh washington #josh washington x reader #KassieUntilDawnFanFics #UntilDawnPollFicChallenge

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just-a-strange-boy · 11 months

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better strangers - part 3

part 1 * part 2 * part 4

Stephen and you stopped being strangers a while ago. The arrangement of continuing to have sex behind your sister's back has been nothing but satisfying - well, until some troublesome thoughts finally catch up on you. One question in particular arises: what exactly are you to one another?

Pairing: Stephen Strange x ftm!reader

Warnings: mature rating (implied sexual content, caught in the act), mature language, cheating and the endorsement of cheating, angst / hurt, mentions of break-up

A/N: sooooo... I guess I've been inspired to continue the idea of better strangers and if I'm suffering watching (and of course, writing) these two fools interact with each other and be miserable, you're definitely going to suffer with me! this one gets pretty angsty and I felt it down to my core, getting major flashbacks to one of my situationships... it gets worse before it gets better though. right? RIGHT?

“Do you love her?”

The question had been tormenting you for a while now, but whenever you had meant to ask Stephen that your tongue seemed to be as heavy as lead and you had swallowed down your words instead.

It was a subject you never approached, considering you were in no position to ask, no matter how much the thought irked you.

You were dreading an answer to this exact question too, because what if he said that he did? He couldn't, could he? Who loved their partner and still chose to cheat on them? Especially with their sibling.

You didn't quite understand why else he would stay with her. Why didn't he just break up with her? What was the driving force behind him continuing this relationship if it was not what he wanted in the first place?

He didn't need to be with your sister in order to see you. It would have been a lot easier without her in the picture. If he couldn't come around anymore because of your sister, you sure would have found your way around his, not wanting to lose what you had.

Was it possible that he, as insatiable as he was, wanted you both? Would it be okay for you if that were to be the truth, forever sharing Stephen with your sister? You weren't so sure how to feel about this thought either, especially after just being so intimate with Stephen, and it didn't help your confusion that you could never quite figure out his intentions.

Your little arrangement had been going on for about two months now and still escaping your sister's radar. She was so oblivious, downright stupid, for not seeing what was going on behind her back, because it wasn't like you were being so seriously secretive all the time.

Did she not notice the lingering glances, the playful teasing, the innocent but frequent touches you shared? Did she not question why Stephen was so insistent on coming around the apartment instead of inviting her more often to his? Did she not see how regularly you ended up with love bites and mussed up hair, flushed with heat, especially after Stephen had been around you?

Admittedly, the two of you had been growing more bold with time. The risky behavior ensured you just the thrill you needed.

In the beginning you had been careful, tiptoeing around the fact that this was happening in the first place because it was so forbidden, and only decided to fuck when there was a one-hundred percent guarantee she was not going to come home anytime soon.

But the more often you had sex, the more daring your encounters had become. On rare occasions, Stephen had been in your bed when he should have been in your sisters. Plenty of times, you might have slipped into the bathroom to join him while your sister was most definitely at home – luckily the door locked and you had learned to keep really quiet.

Generally no room in the house was safe – you had defiled the kitchen counter, the couch, the wall in the corridor, the windowsill in the living room, and your sister's bed.

You'd let yourself be bend over and taken anywhere Stephen liked. He made sure to give you what you wanted. He was relentlessly horny and you loved it, because he matched your sex drive. Not to mention, the sex was always great too.

The reason why you were doing it in the first place was just that. That's all there was. Right?

It was just sex and nothing more. It was sex, because the two of you were apparently both obsessed with getting off and the way your bodies responded to one another was as if they were constructed to be in all kinds of positions together. It felt so natural, as if you were meant to be.

The physical attraction was hard to deny anyways. Stephen was hot. You were certain the feeling was mutual. Something about you seemed to get him going like crazy.

While you suspected it might be because fucking someone who was trans was a completely different, perhaps even thrilling experience some might fetishize, you tried to have some faith in Stephen. He didn't seem to be that kind of person.

It couldn't be that he just did it for the kick, because if he were only interested in your type of body, he could have chosen any other transman to fuck. But it had to be you, regardless of you being related to his girlfriend.

And now, after these months of being carelessly horny and going at each other like wild animals, doubts finally seemed to set in, overtaking your thoughts constantly.

You had barely been able to relax today, even though Stephen had been nothing but gentle, laying you out atop your own bed, his mouth and hands wanting to treat you to pleasure. He had tried and it had felt good - Stephen and whatever he did to you always felt so good – but you had failed to achieve an orgasm, your head so unbelievably full of worries it was hard to concentrate.

What if all this was indeed just for his personal kick?

What if he had no genuine interest in the person you were? What if it was only your body he desired, because of the way it was? You had never questioned his sexuality, but not actually knowing... the thought made you oddly dysphoric.

What if it wasn't you at all, but the danger of this situation? The danger of being discovered, doing something so forbidden. What if that gave him the necessary kick of adrenaline? Was it really just sex for him? Was it really just sex for you?

Because you wouldn't be having these thoughts, constantly asking yourself these ridiculous questions, if that wasn't the case.

The sex had come first, the excitement of fucking a stranger had gotten you hooked. Then, as soon as you had gotten to know him, a genuine fascination in his person had followed. Everything he was had pulled you in like magic, and there was something between the two of you that you still weren't able to describe.

Of course, initially trying to resist him before finally giving in had caused you to get carried away with desire. All of the sudden you couldn't get enough. You always seemed to want more and more.

It wasn't just purely sexual, what you felt. All of Stephen simply appealed to you. He was charming, usually kind, but a bit of an arrogant asshole when he wanted to be. He was attentive and smart, pleasant to be around. The way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way the simplest touch seemed to awaken butterflies in your stomach... It was making all of this much harder.

You had feelings for Stephen, that much you knew, and you found yourself so attached to him, the idea of letting him go was frightening. Ending your arrangement would definitely hurt you. But staying in the same spot forever, only partially allowed to have him, didn't sound any less heartbreaking.

Could Stephen ever like you though? Did it matter whether he did or not? Did he like you already?

There had to be more to it, on his side too. You allowed yourself to imagine as much at least, judging Stephen's behavior and the way he treated you sometimes.

He wouldn't have bothered laying in bed with you, letting you curl up to him and keeping a protective arm wrapped around you, even though it had been an entirely unsatisfactory experience for the two of you today. He wouldn't have bothered to press gentle kisses to your head and hold onto you so tightly.

You were cuddling. That's when you had asked.

His reaction was imminent, he turned his head towards you and ever so slightly scoffed. “That's what you choose to think about while we are in bed naked together?”

He lifted an eyebrow at you, played it off with a smile. Had it bothered him that you had asked? Certainly only the tip of the iceberg after not being able to cum or actually having sex for that matter. You had gotten to the point of undressing, having his hands or mouth on you, but no further.

“It's just... I wanna know. Not that it would change anything...”, you mumbled, hiding your face in his chest. You were afraid of the answer he was going to give, if he was going to give you one. Afraid he might not take this serious and ridicule you for having insecurities about this – while he was literally in your bed.

Because it was ridiculous, wasn't it?

“If it won't change anything, then why does it matter to you?”, was all Stephen responded. There was no annoyance swinging in his voice. A large hand brushed through your hair. He spoke your name then, gently, appeasing.

“Would I be here with you if I did? Love her?”

He did have a point there. You looked back at him, crossing his gaze – softened, ocean blue eyes that always managed to pull you in. You were so hooked on him and he probably didn't even understand. How could he be so mesmerizing, entrancing you with only a simple look, entirely captivating?

How could he hold so much power over you, to the point where you had decided to ignore all morality, all of that blood is thicker than water bullshit, all of that bad consciousness?

“Why are you with her? If you don't love her... why not break up? Why be here with me?”

You should have stopped questioning things.

Usually your sister was never a topic between the two of you. Didn't really fit in while you were fucking and you wouldn't have wanted to ruin the little time together you had. You had never voiced any concerns over it or her feelings for that matter – you didn't ask him now, because you started caring about the role your sister played in all of this.

You cared about Stephen and having him.

“Why does it matter? As long as I am with her, I can be around you as often as I want. I'd say that's a pretty good deal”, he seemed unfazed, “Are you having second thoughts about this?”

“No.” You weren't worried about your sister or your arrangement and if you could keep on hiding that from her. You were insecure, in a way perhaps even upset, because you were jealous.

Why was it so unfair? It could have all been so easy – he could have broken up with her and been with you instead. She wouldn't have to know it was you he had chosen over her. And even if... it was about time you moved out anyways.

But you had a good feelings that this wasn't as serious to Stephen as it was to you. Perhaps a conversation had been long due.

“But that sounds like if you weren't with her... you wouldn't bother doing this with me either. It's not like you have to be with her in order to have sex with me”, you continued, “Like... hit me up, give me a call... you needn't come here. I could come to yours. We could still hook up.”

If there was time and space to share your honest thoughts on the matter, this was it. You weren't drunk on passion or being sappy in the afterglow. In this moment of insecurity you wanted nothing more than clarity.

“So it does bother you.” You didn't like the way he was smirking at you, like he was somehow proud of the fact he had just discovered that. Like he wasn't concerned about it at all. So indifferent, amused, enjoying your jealously that was growing a little more evident.

“Yes, it does.”

And it was completely fine that it bothered you, wasn't it? You were not beyond having feelings and definitely not beyond jealously, especially knowing that you had no claim to the man while your sister did. You just couldn't blame him or anyone in the world for feeling the way you did. You had very well gotten yourself into this.

Still it pained you to learn he didn't take it all too serious, that maybe he didn't actually care for you or your feelings. It was only the sex that mattered – and he had chosen you as his object of desire, that was all you were.

Though he could have had anyone. Who was to say that he didn't? He fucked you behind your sister's back. What if he fucked others as well, people you both didn't know about? What was stopping him from sleeping around, if even being committed didn't seem to hold him back?

It was not your place to care. He wasn't anyone to you, of course not the stranger he used to be – but still just a mere acquaintance, your sister's boyfriend, someone you had a sexual arrangement with. Not a thing more.

With a sigh, he ruffled your hair. The gesture made you feel like nothing more than a silly child, even though he probably meant to console you, in a way he deemed fitting.

“Don't think so much, pretty boy”, he shrugged it off, “Look, I'm having sex with you because I want to. We both want to and it's fucking amazing sex. That's all. I don't care that you're her brother. Your relation to her was a lucky coincidence and it worked out well for us, didn't it? Things are fine the way they are right now and I don't want them to change.”

“Are they though? Fine?”, you wondered, surprised how snappy these words sounded coming from your lips, and eventually withdrew from his hold, sitting up next to him.

You felt upset with Stephen all of the sudden, though you weren't exactly in a position to expect anything. He was a cheater. You enabled it. Your arrangement was about sex. He owed you nothing.

So why would you be so silly as to expect some compassion from him right now? Yet it pained you that he was being so indifferent.

“If your relationship with my sister is just fine, then why are we even fucking around in the first place? Why bother being unfaithful if you didn't even have to be?”

“That does sound like you want me to break up with her”, Stephen acknowledged. The expression on his face had shifted, hardened. He ended up giving you a weary look, not trying to reach out and pull you back, “So it does make a difference to you. Whether I'm with her or not.”

“Of course, it does”, you admitted.

He let out another huff. He began ridiculing you, judging by the tone in his voice and the way he ever so slightly rolled his eyes. “Come on, don't tell me you only now start to realize what's wrong with all this. I think it's a bit too late to develop a consciousness when we've been fucking around for two months.”

“I just don't understand”, you muttered under your breath, feeling very small, because you knew he was right and it was wrong to expect anything from his side, other things that were not included in your arrangement, including serious feelings.

Why start to second guess things now? Wasn't just having sex good enough? You had willingly betrayed your sister, all because of the man before your eyes. You had always been convinced you were on the same page as Stephen, but right now... right now, your view on the situation couldn't have been any different.

“I don't understand why you would stay with her, if you don't want this relationship. Why be with someone you don't love?”, you asked another time, knowing that he was not going to give you an answer, not now, perhaps not ever.

Stephen followed you suit, eventually sitting up on the bed as well. He looked at you for a long moment, his expression entirely unreadable now, but he seemed like he was searching for something on your face in return.

Then he spoke up. “Who cares about love, honestly? We're not fucking for love. I'm not with your sister for love. But I guess you wouldn't understand it. So please, don't wreck your pretty little head about it, yeah?”

For the first time, you got to see an entirely different Stephen. Cold and dismissive.

In all your time together, he had never been so cruel to you. His words rendered you speechless and you could only watch with a deep, burning pain inside your chest as Stephen climbed out of your bed and started to pick his clothing off the floor without another word.

He was going to leave. Not because your sister would be home anytime soon, not because he had to leave for work. But because you and your questioning had driven him away. He fled your inquiries and avoided to give you any more answers, no matter how much he knew it would pain you. He'd rather walk away than letting himself be pressured by your questions.

You had pushed it. Stephen didn't like being pushed.

Maybe an apology would have done. Another word, anything. But it was just an awkward silence settling over the two of you while he got dressed.

You didn't want to seem desperate, so you wouldn't beg him to stay. You never begged him for anything, outside of your sexual experiences. Never had to. Stephen did as he pleased and usually that co-aligned with what you wanted.

If he wanted to leave, you'd let him. Might be better if he did anyways. You couldn't even really look him in the eye at the moment, disappointment devouring your heart.

You threw the comforter over your naked form, watching him, so many things still running through your head, things you were too cowardly to ask or to say. All of them circled back to the impression you had gotten - he didn't really care about you. He wanted the sex, that's why he came to you. That's what the arrangement was about. Sex. Anything outside of that didn't matter.

There were no feelings involved, not on his side. Why should there be?

“I'll see you on Wednesday”, Stephen stated, closing his belt, then tugging on his shirt a few more times before seeming satisfied with the state of his clothing. He grabbed his things from the nightstand and headed for the door, only paying you another look, the most disappointing goodbye you had gotten in a while. Or ever, for that matter.

“Yeah... yeah, right, see you”, you nodded towards him, though by then he was long out of earshot. He'd left as quickly as he could have possibly done.

But you knew he'd be back. It wasn't like he ever stayed away for long. Because he couldn't.

Your sister would invite him over for dinners, unaware of all the things going on around her. Even if she wouldn't, Stephen had always been capable of finding another excuse to pop by, a surprise visit at times. And even if she weren't around, he would probably still dare to come by to seek you out. That's how things usually were.

You didn't understand anything anymore.

•

Wednesday came around quicker than you'd expected. Not that the last few days had been exceptionally pleasant for you. Between working your usual day job, tormented by other people pestering you with their issues over the phone, and constantly having to think about Stephen – his behavior, his words, his...ugh, just everything – there wasn't a single minute you found yourself capable of relaxing.

You hated it. All of it.

The fact that Stephen had waltzed into your life this way, and not any other way. The fact that he had been with your sister and you had still wanted him. Even more so, the fact you had gotten him while he still was with your sister – and how you hadn't felt any remorse about it.

The fact you were being such an asshole and a liar, dared to look your sister in the eye while fucking her boyfriend behind her back, and still expected to get something nice in return.

But perhaps most of all, you hated the fact that it hurt you. That you had feelings for someone like Stephen in the first place. That you let him fuck you, now knowing it was entirely meaningless to him. That you would still rather have him this way than not have him at all.

When had you become so obsessed with him?

Your head was a mess. You couldn't think straight or sort out your feelings much. There was no one to talk to about this. Even your best friends would have looked at you in disbelief. Even they would have resented you for doing this. Even they would have called you for your horrible behavior.

Stephen had been right. It was too late to worry about morality now. You were as much of an asshole as he was and all you felt now, all the heartache and fear and regret, was what you deserved.

Stephen didn't have anything to fear.

You could have ended the arrangement and stopped having sex with him altogether – he would not need to bother. Plenty of fish in the sea.

You would not be able to tell your sister without ruining your relationship with her – and you sure as hell didn't want to be thrown out of your apartment without another place to stay.

You couldn't have possibly snitched on him because you were just as bad, and since you weren't able to tell anyone, he was not going to suffer any consequences.

So maybe ending the arrangement would make sense, for your own good and because you overstepped the boundaries with all your feelings. Forget about it. Let Stephen do whatever he wanted and accept the heartache. Learn the lesson and do it the hard way. It was what you deserved. He wouldn't care enough to run after you and you wouldn't ask him to.

But he would still be your sister's boyfriend and you'd forever know he had cheated on her with you. You'd forever look at him like you did now.

Admiring. Yearning. Hurting.

You dreaded coming home from work on Wednesday, because you knew as soon as you stepped into that apartment, he'd be there and act all loving around your sister, but still dare to look at you like he wanted to devour you when he had the chance. Or maybe he wouldn't, changing things up for a while, looking at your sister the same way, especially where you could see it, if only to get you raging with jealousy.

You would. You'd be furious and still want to mount him.

Maybe that's why you decided to walk home instead of taking the subway, killing more time like this rather than having to be around them. But you knew that you had to get home eventually – the apartment was your place just as much as your sister's, you were dying to get some good rest in your bed after this day and you didn't want Stephen Strange to be the reason to keep you away from it.

Though perhaps you should have better crashed at a friend's for today.

Making your way through the front door, as quietly as you could in chance of sneaking to your room unnoticed and perhaps even avoiding their attention altogether, you hadn't really expected having to bear witness to this.

You couldn't believe it – didn't even have to see it to know what was going on. The noises told you enough. The smack of skin, the familiar low groans of Stephen paired with whimpers and moans of pleasure which could only stem from your sister.

You wanted a hole to open up in the ground right away and swallow you whole. You wanted to disappear. Really.

But instead of escaping the situation again, getting away from this, leaving altogether, you just stayed put. You stood there, lost within yourself, listening to them. The feeling of dread settled low in your stomach, your heart was burning a hole in your chest, the noises were drowned out by the sudden droning of your ears, and as if that wasn't worse enough by itself, tears began to well in your eyes.

Silly boy. Thinking he would care about you. Thinking he would not bother with your sister anymore, because he had you. Thinking he would stay away from her, for you.

No, of course he didn't. He was fucking her in the same way he was fucking you. Because he could.

With careful steps you padded through the hall. You should have looked straight ahead, not bothering to look into the living room, because you wouldn't have needed to. You already knew they were fucking on the couch, even without having to check.

Maybe he did it all on purpose. Knowing you'd be home any time, Stephen could have simply worked his charm on your sister and convinced her to fuck him like this. For the thrill. To prove to you this was just a game for him. To mock you.

Maybe you should have thrown a fit. Barged into the living room to interrupt them, just so Stephen would look and finally see how much he hurt you, just so your sister would be embarrassed and ashamed, just so this would end.

But you didn't. For a split second you lingered in the doorway and glanced over.

Their naked bodies entwined, when it should have been you on top of him. Her head buried in his shoulder, when it should have been you, pressing your face into crook of his neck, taking in his wonderful smell. His hands digging into her soft flesh, when it should have been you he held onto and touched. But it wasn't.

Then, Stephen's eyes fell onto you, as if he knew you'd be there to lock gazes.

Without seizing his motions or stopping the groans slipping past his lips, he looked at you. Your sister was mussing up his hair and continuously rode him, too busy with chasing her own pleasure while he continued to look at you. For as long as you stood there, he kept on looking at you and you didn't understand why he did what he did or what he might think or why either of you found it hard to look away again.

Not that it mattered.

As all of your vision ended up consumed with tears, you turned your head and moved on, slipping into your bedroom, letting the door softly fall into its lock behind you, picked up your headphones and slumped down on your bed. Once you pressed play and closed your eyes, you tried to shut out all of it.

The noises, the pictures and most of all the heartache. But it was ridiculous and useless. It would have never worked. Because you and Stephen had played a dangerous game. You had fallen hard for him, all he was. This was the price you paid for your stupidity.

You began to cry.

Lord knew for how long you had been there, bawling your eyes out over a man you had willingly use you and used in return, a man you had allowed yourself to be vulnerable with because you had trusted him, someone you had hoped would perhaps develop actual feelings for you. But it was all for nothing.

Sex was all there was and all that ever would be between you. That and the downward spiral of developing feelings for someone you couldn't have. And now the realization of how stupid you had been to have something like hope.

You hadn't heard the knock to your door and found yourself more than just startled by the sudden dip of your bed, your eyes shooting open, downright flinching. Though you weren't all that surprised when you realized it was Stephen. Could have expected that, him coming to see and talk to you.

He placed a hand on your arm and no matter how much you would have liked to pull away to get away from him, you'd much rather have his touch on you than lack it altogether. It hurt though. It hurt to know how he had just touched your sister, and so much more intimately, and was now coming onto you, seemingly gentle.

He motioned for you to take off your headphones with his free hand. You did.

“Hey”, he greeted you. The tone of his voice could have whittled away on your sadness, your disappointment, any other time. But it wasn't enough now, with the picture of them on the couch in the back of your head and his words from your last conversation repeating themselves like a broken record.

You didn't need him to play nice now. Whatever he was going to say, was just going to leave more damage.

“Can't you just leave me alone, Stephen?”, you asked, rubbing dried tears off your cheeks. You were fine with letting him know that you had cried – but didn't want to talk to him about it. Didn't have to make it worse than it already was. Didn't need him to humiliate you any further.

You had seen and heard enough to know where he stood. He knew where you stood with your feelings now as well.

“I could, if you really wanted me to. But I had a feeling that maybe you... maybe we should talk?”, he approached you calmly. He could have tried doing this days ago and you would have been amenable. But he had been dismissive. He had left. He hadn't cared. Why did he bother now?

Of course, he was likely feeling guilty right now. That you had seen him like this. That he had driven you to tears with his behavior. It's not like it was an apology. Not that you'd deserve one either.

“Oh, and now is the right time?”, you said a little more pointed. That's how it usually was – sadness and despair first, then disappointment and raw frustration setting in. As much as being angry with Stephen was not the way to go, you couldn't help it. You were so devastated.

Stephen shrugged, but still tried to appease you. He was keeping his hand on your arm and you still didn't pull away. “Your sister's asleep, so it's the perfect opportunity for having a chat. I wanna address what you saw, at least. Besides that, I think there's a lot we should have talked about a while ago.”

It dawned on you how you had no idea what time it was. Some of it must have passed between you finding them fucking, curling up in your bed and him approaching you like this. One look to the bedside clock told you it was late, a little after nine. Had you really laid here and cried that long?

Made sense though, that Stephen was coming for you now, since your sister wasn't able to develop any suspicions while being asleep. The fact alone made a jealous fire burn in the pit of your stomach. Fucking your sister had been more important to him than you. Only after being done with her, he could move on onto you.

Did he really only get it now, after you saw them like this, that you needed to have a conversation?

“Good for her. Good for you too. You seemed very happy fucking her brains out. Did you think about the fact that maybe I don't wanna talk to you after seeing that?”

“Why are you in such a mood now? Yes, I had sex with her. It doesn't mean anything that I did. It's what people in relationships do and it's not like it's news I'm having sex with her”, Stephen spoke rather defensively, “It never bothered you before and it doesn't change the fact that I still desire you, so I don't know why that's such a big deal all of the sudden. Yes, it sucks that you came home while we were at it. I would have rather not have you see that, but shit happens.”

It wasn't that his words weren't right, but they still offended you. His careless wording, the tone of his voice, everything from the hard look in his eyes, his hand on your arm in the meanwhile... You just felt very disappointed.

“Everything is just so meaningless to you, isn't it?”, you huffed and the way you rapidly sat up on the bed caused him to take his hand off you. He didn't try to touch you again afterwards.

It had never quite hurt so badly before and you had never felt such a strong urgency to tell him how much of a dick he was being.

“Why'd you do this today? You knew I'd come home. We'll see each other on Wednesday, that's what you said mere days ago. You knew I might be around to see it and you still did it!”

Stephen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, swallowed down a sigh perhaps.

“I didn't really think about it and it just happened, okay? It wasn't out of spite or anything. I didn't fuck her there, because I wanted to hurt you... I would never do that”, he pointed out, “We just got into it, went a little too far, I guess. That still doesn't explain why are you making such a drama out of this?”

“Because you don't care”, you accused him, not minding the tone of your voice or that your sister next door could have woken up by the noise and heard you arguing. You weren't speaking quietly and anyone hearing your words could have suspected you were having relationship issues. It only reminded you even more that he wasn't your boyfriend.

“You don't care about either of us. As long as it gets your dick wet, you don't have to worry. It works just well for you, yeah, so why change a thing? One sibling isn't good enough, so why not just fuck the both of us? And why? Because it doesn't matter to you at all.”

It was very evident that Stephen didn't like what you were accusing him of. He didn't like you complaining. His expression was stern, a nervous twitch of his eye displaying how he was being bothered just now.

“It's not like we have to have sex. If you want to stop, just say it. I'd respect that”, he tried to calm you though, “But you consented to this arrangement as much as I did. You always wanted the sex as much as I did. We can end it, if it's getting too much for you.”

“It's just lovely to know what we have doesn't mean a single thing to you”, you snapped right back at him, unable to repress your fury anymore.

“That's not true.”

“Is it not?”

“If it didn't mean anything, do you really think I would have been risking it all just to get myself laid outside of my relationship all this time?” He was visibly gritting his teeth now, the clench of his jaw indicating that you were angering him too.

“Would I have come onto you for just a bit of fun? Because I think with my cock? Do you have any idea how much it sucks to me that it has to be you? That you're her brother? Do you know it would be so much easier if you were anyone else in the fucking world?”

“Well, how do you think I feel?”, you hissed back at him, though after your uprising anger, it was now more so despair ruling over you again.

“It sucks that you have to be her boyfriend. I hate it so much. I'm so fucking jealous, because I don't want it to be her you're with. And I don't wanna stop this with you. But it hurts so much to know that I'm just a dirty little secret. To see you with someone else, when I just want to be with you. Can't you see that?”

Apparently he could though now.

“Is that why you've been so off lately?”, he asked. There was this tone in his voice again. A smile of uncertainty. Ridiculing you. “You're not seriously saying you're having feelings for me?”

“It doesn't matter anyways, Stephen. I get it. It means nothing to you what I think and you've made very sure to prove that”, you dismissed him, “It was not the point of the arrangement that I develop feelings for you. We didn't make it for that. Only the sex.”

“Because that was what we both wanted.”

“But what is it that you really want? You want her? Is it about the thrill of fucking around? Fucking someone who is like me?” The thought still stung, but you couldn't help it. Your insecurity was driving you mad and every feeling was pouring out of you. “Is it because I've been so willing to let you do whatever you want to me? How fucking convenient she's related to such a slut like me, the perfect little whore for you. Pliant and easy and available whenever.”

Stephen rolled his eyes at you. The way his chest rose and sunk you could see he was getting worked up about this too. “Oh, stop talking about yourself like that! I don't understand where you're coming from now. I thought we were on the same page about our arrangement. It was so uncomplicated with you.”

“Well, it's not anymore!”, you finally spoke the truth out loud. Because that's how things were. Feelings complicated everything. All that time you had never once thought about the probability of this happening to you. But it was very real right now.

“This was never gonna have a good ending”, you added, staring him down the way he did with you.

Stephen scoffed. He seemed a little helpless though, not knowing what to respond. “I can't give you what you want. I couldn't be that. I'm not good at it. Feelings. You know I'm not”, he seemed to bite back on his own anger, ending up reasoning with himself and with you.

But it didn't change a single thing.

“Yeah, I know as much now.” And it was up to you to end the arrangement, now or never.

“You have to understand... I didn't want to make it seem like it...”, he began again and while you later thought perhaps it would have been wise to hear him out, you didn't want him to say any more now.

“I don't wanna hear it. You've said enough. Just leave me alone”, you interrupted him and for the flicker of a moment noticed how he wavered - his face threatened to fall, a small frown appearing, not having expected to hear that out of all things. Perhaps you could have mistaken it as insecurity or regret. But you cared too little about what he was feeling right now, pained by your own heartache and needing to make a choice you didn't like, but knew was necessary.

“Is that what you want then? End the arrangement?”, Stephen asked, his tone entirely neutral, and his features hardened again, “Cause that's what I'm hearing.”

“Yes. We're over. It's done.”

“But come on, please... you've got to know that I...”, he tried to approach you in a softer and gentler way again, and you hated he was even trying to reason with you in the first place, because it made you want to listen to him even more. But you simply couldn't allow yourself to.

So when he reached for your hand in an attempt to get through to you, you could only pull it out of his reach and refuse, your heart shattering into thousand little pieces when you saw momentary hurt flick over his face and the lump he swallowed down.

But you still did it, because you had to. “Stephen, just leave. Please”, you begged him now.

It was the only thing you were ever going to beg him for. The last thing you would ever request from him. The thing that hurt you the most – telling him to leave and watching him as he did.

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home is with you

featuring : hanemiya kazutora

includes : f! reader, fluff, mentions of tora's past, chifuyu being best boiiiii

notes : HAPPY BIRTHDAY TORA MI LOVE <333 i love this man to pieces and i'll make it everyone's problem as long as im here <333 also this is my piece for @mrskodzuken the home collab which you can find right here ! thank you for letting me participate love !!! i enjoyed writing this sm (and it's also my firsr tokyorev piece here wooooo ) p.s I'll fix everything in the morning gn for now <33

the sight of a messy living room filled with boxes would automatically make someone feel annoyed or irritated that they had to clean it up sooner or later, but for kazutora it brought him comfort. something inside of him fluttered the more he looked around, the more the once empty spaces got filled with more things, the more he realized the reality of having a true home is coming true.

looking back, home was a place he dread coming back to. home was where endless screaming matches between his parents took place, where he would get bruises when he did not satisfy his parents' needs, where he crashes for sleep after getting into fights at school, where four walls kept him safe in times he felt like the world was against him. home was nothing more than a prison, a much worse one than where he's actually been to.

even after moving in with chifuyu after he was released, it was nothing more than a place to crash at night before waking up the next day to go in for work.

home never really had a meaning— until he met you.

you, the clumsy customer who stumbled in one rainy day with your whole body soaked from head to toe. you, the one who came in crying because you lost your cat on the way to the park near the pet shop and couldn't find him in the rain. you, the one he helped with finding your cat only for it to be hiding behind the store this whole time. you, the one who invited him out for lunch after that as a sign of thanks. you, the one he started to grow fond of the more you asked him to hang out. you, someone he was actually scared of falling in love with.

how could he not? he's done so many bad things in life that he never thought he'd actually fall in love with someone, or someone could actually love him back.

so when you came into the shop one day and bluntly told him about your feelings, he froze. this was too good to be true. he was waiting for you to say it was a joke or something— it had to be.

you didn't.

instead, you stood there, patiently expecting an answer from him. part of him wished he was as bold as you to admit to your feelings out loud, not really thinking about the consequences afterwards. but he couldn't not think about it. he's spent ten years thinking about what one action did to most of his teenage years so.

"i'm sorry," he remembers telling you, "i can't."

"can i ask why?"

"you don't want to be in a relationship with me, trust me. it's better this way."

"better for who exactly?" you tilted your head to the side, innocently waiting for another answer.

how was he supposed to say he didn't want his reputation to stick with you too?

"It's better this way," he repeats, turning his back to you, "i gotta go."

and with that he left you, hoping his lack of response would throw you off. for a while, he tried avoiding you or at least minimised your contract. you were a regular at the vet next door and frequent his and chifuyu's pet shop a lot. anyways, the keyword was tried.

"you." chifuyu jabbed him in the chest accusingly. "what did you do?"

"what are you on about?" he asked.

"what's going on between you and y/n?"

his body tensed at the sound of your name only to relax when he remembers it's all his fault to begin with."It's none of your business, fuyu."

"of course it is, you both are my friends and even peke j can sense the awkward tension between you two, " he huffs, "is it because of her confession? is that why you're avoiding her? i thought you liked her too."

"you knew about that?" he whipped his head towards the blackette with wide eyes.

"i told her to go for it." chifuyu crossed his arms, feeling proud about that. "well you wouldn't, so someone had to. she really likes you dude. i thought you did too.

" i do." he admits it out loud for the first time ever, "but she deserves better. she doesn't deserve someone like…me."

"that's what you're worried about?"

both of the men's head turned towards the front entrance where you stood.

"you don't know my past." he started, hoping it would be the end of this painful discussion, at least painful for him. "you don't know about the things i've done."

"i don't need to know your past." you say instead. "or at least, not yet. not unless you want me too. look, i don't know the tora you were before. i only know of the tora i know now and i'm pretty sure i want to get to know him more. so will you let me be the judge of that?"

the sincerity in your words swayed him and made him cave, letting you in slowly into his guarded heart.

and that was the start of it all.

the start of him finally opening up to someone that didn't run away or was disgusted by his past actions. the start of being comforted when he was lost, of being loved when he felt unloved all his life. the start of a new beginning and he was happy it was with you.

even now, a year and half in your relationship, you both are taking the next big step of your life : moving in together. looking around the apartment you both bought together held something really special in his heart.

the sounds of footsteps approaching woke him up from his daze. kazutora turned around and smiled when he saw you at the foot of the door.

"i thought i told you i'd be carrying them upstairs." he made his way towards you and took the box you were carrying easily into his arms instead.

"well you were taking so long," you pouted, "and for the record, i can do it. 's'not that hard."

"and i'm proud of you." he kisses your pout away before putting the last of the boxes at the side of the room.

"looks like we got a lot to do, huh?" you said, arms on your hips as you took in the surroundings. "alright, why don't we start with—"

your boyfriend stopped you by grabbing your arm and pulling you close to him. "let's take a break first, hmm?"

kazutora left no room for you to protest when he snakes his arms over your waist to pull your body flush to his. the adorable squeak you let out at the sudden close proximity didn't go unnoticed by the man. honestly, he'd never get tired of anything coming out of you.

"fine but just a short one. we still have a lot to do, you know." you caved within his touch, relaxing in his hold as his body guided you to a soft sway.

"i'm really happy we did this."

"yeah?" you peered up at him, resting your chin on his chest to look up to him more. "me too. i can't wait to see what your actual bedhead looks like. fuyu said it scared the heck out of him when you lived there."

"ugh, snitch much. and it's not that bad. i'll prove it."

you gently ran your hand through his locks, "you seriously need to tell me your secret though. its so soft."

"i'll tell you anything you wanna know, baby." he leans into your touch, feeling relaxed as you gently massaged his scalp.

"and i can't wait to pry every little secret you have now that i get you all to myself for every hour of the day." you pecked his lips one last time before untangling yourself from his hold. "alright c'mon babe, we got a lot to do if we're gonna call this home."

he disagrees. it doesn't matter how the apartment looks or what's filled in it.

he's always at home when he's with you.

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Chapter 2

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Words: 2218

CW’s: Death, transphobia, misgendering, homophobia, religion(fantasy), fighting, ableism

Before we get into the chapter, bold means the character is speaking in draconic, italics means the character is speaking in sylvan, small means that they are speaking in elvish, bold italics means the character is speaking in celestial, small italics means the character is speaking in dwarvish and normal text means the character is speaking in common

It’s been 2 days now, it’s the 5th of Alcoranth. At around five in the morning, Jökull arrives in Phontore. ‘Such a small little town for something so monstrous to occur,’ he thought to himself. ‘Well whoever’s doing this I will bring them to justice, and they will serve their time.’ With that he starts to wonder how he should celebrate the Feast of Heroes in a month. Usually he buys some wolf meat, a specialty in the mountains. Maybe the famous Brandenberry wine, a snow elf specialty. It was important to celebrate all of the victorious heroes of Joraglon. And maybe one day Jökull would be one. Someone the creatures can look up to, and say he was a defender of the innocent. He was the best. That’s always been his goal. The carriage slows to a bumpy stop, and Jökull shakes himself from his thoughts. As he gets out of the carriage, he assesses the pain in his legs. ‘Not too bad, I should be able to walk without it today.’ With that, he gets all his stuff, mainly just his wheelchair, and the go bag he always has on him in case of any immediate cases like this one, out of the carriage. With that he checks his crystal. It’s around 5:05 now.

It’s been 2 days since the bard arrived. Now the 5th of Alcoranth. If Esmera remembers correctly, it should be planting season for some of the farmers who worship Rae soon. While this planting season is seen as the best time to start growing crops by most people, the ones who worship Rae tend to always have the best crops during the harvest season. While she doesn’t worship any one overseer, she does respect those who do. Anyways, it’s been 2 days since Izosul came to her shop, and she’s been working ever since. They were helpful for more than just songs. If anyone came in to threaten or misgender her, they’d take care of it. And it was a lot less stressful to have someone in her corner, that wasn’t part of her guild that was scattered throughout the land. It felt nice to have a friend. Currently Esmera is waiting for her friend to get to her shop, when she notices a snow elf, in full paladin armor, walking around pushing an empty wheelchair. ‘To each their own,’ she thinks to herself, then she notices one of the village kids start crying and pointing to the wheelchair. ‘There goes my peaceful day.’

“Mommy, I wanna ride in it!!!!” The child screams. As Esmera pays attention to that, she notices the kid is human, and if she’s correct, the son of the sheriff in this town. Knowing that, she also knows that the mother is probably going to demand that her son sit in the chair. And surely enough, the woman who goes to pick up the little kid is the sheriff’s wife. Putting up the will be back soon sign on her counter, she goes out of her shop to help this snow elf. After all, they're going to need all the help they can get with the sheriff’s wife.

“Good sir, surely you’d allow my kid to ride in the wheelchair, since no one is using it.” Her voice was dripping sweet as honey, with a poisonous underbite. Esmera could tell what was coming next, “after all, I am the sheriff’s wife.”

“I’m sorry, but this wheelchair is actually for me, I use it on especially bad days for my legs. And I don’t let anyone take a ride in it.” The paladin answered, Esmera was almost there. She had her ears down and her tail was swishing a bit. Ready to tell the sheriff’s wife off.

“Your hearing must be as unreliable as your legs, I’m Lorian Cladsone. The wife of Girfith Cladsone. I demand you let my child sit in that wheelchair!”

“Well that was unnecessarily rude. And I get that you’re the sheriff’s wife, you’ve said that twice now. That has nothing to do with your child riding in my wheelchair, which the answer is still no.” Seeing the tense position that the snow elf was in, and hearing the shock and upset in their voice, made it clear to Esmera that they’ve probably never dealt with rudeness like this before. Before Lorian can say whatever it is that she opens her putrid mouth to say, Esmera speaks up, hissing a little as she speaks.

“Shut it Lorian, they said that they don’t want your grimy little Koluaok spawn. And honestly, no one likes to hear whatever it is you have to say. You’re an entitled, arrogant brat, and so is your son.” Esmera hears this woman gasp, and winces a bit when Lorian practically shrieks her next words.

“How dare you! How dare you call my son a Koluaok spawn! He is nothing of the sort, He is a little angel. If anything he’s the spawn of Joraglon-”

“No offense mrs, but if your son was the son of Joraglon, he’d be a lot more behaved. The principles of Joraglon would be more instilled to him at a young age. Not only that, but Joraglon is one of the gods who doesn’t lay with mortals. However, I also doubt that he’s the kid of Koluaok, because as much as your kid needs to learn respect, he is in no way evil.” Esmera looks at them confused, have they never heard of that saying before? Okay then.

“Hey, snow elf, we should go.” Esmera states, wanting to be done with this. Although, if she has to deal with more of the sheriff’s wife, she would. They look at her, and just nod.

“We’re done here.” They say turning around their wheelchair and following Esmera. “Ah, I should introduce myself, fair creature, for my name is Jökull, and I use he/him pronouns.”

“Esmera, she/her. Sorry about them, I wish I could say that it wasn’t normal.” Esmera looks at the time on her crystal real quick, it’s 5:10. If only Izosul was a morning creature, but they aren’t for some weird reason. Leading Jökull back to her shop, she sighed a bit. Jökull looks around the shop a bit, before he notices the banner.

“Are you part of Ashkoroth?”

“Yeah, I’m a member of the guild. Why?”

“I was just wondering if you could tell me a bit about them.”

“Sure.”

With that the two start talking about the guild for a few minutes. It takes about five minutes before Izosul shows up at the shop.

It’s about 5:00 and Izosul has barely woken up. Slightly annoyed that this whole town is up at around 4:30. But that’s how small towns work, especially more farm based ones. They know they’re from a small town like this, but they’ve lived in the city for so long that they aren’t used to waking up this early in the morning anymore. It takes ten minutes for Izosul to get ready, and they start to trudge up to Esmera’s shop.

As they walk up there, they notice a new creature, what looks to be a blue elf, talking to her. Izosul notices that it starts out looking friendly, but then Esmera starts looking more and more stressed. They go over close enough to partially listen in.

“This is starting to sound more like an interrogation than anything, ha ha.” Esmera states, with the look on her face saying she was not okay with where this was heading.

“Well it’s not an interrogation per se, but I am trying to figure out more about these people because of my investigation.” The blue elf-like creature says, obviously nervous, about what though, Izosul didn’t know.

“Investigation into what?! What could they possibly do? There is nothing suspicious about them!” Obviously upset, she was practically yelling at the creature.

“Murder.” And now would be a good time to make their presence known wouldn’t it. With that, Izosul purposefully steps on a twig.

“Hey Esmera, and whoever you are,” gesturing towards the blue creature, “what’s going on?”

“Well I’m Jökull, he/him-”

“He’s accusing my guild members of murder, Izosul, murder! Can you believe it, who does he think he is!” Esmera cuts him off, agitated with what this Jökull had been saying.

“Ah, I was hoping to keep the investigation on the downlow.” Jökull explains, a little annoyed. “Look, all signs point to them currently, obviously this is still under investigation and we could be looking in the completely wrong place-”

“You are definitely looking in the wrong place.” Esmera hisses, cutting him off again.

Before this goes any further, Izosul decides to do something about the fight that will happen if they both don’t stop.

“Hey, what if we went and investigated the murders, figuring out the culprit or culprits together. If it turns out to be a guild member, then we’ll deal with that then, same thing if not.” Izosul hopes they both agree to that. “Plus what murders are we even talking about?”

“I assume you’ve heard of the Mycelium Menace?” Jökull asks, seemingly unsure of what else to say.

Esmera pales a bit, and takes a minute before she says, “if you’re looking into something this dangerous, you’ll need back up, plus I need to prove my guild members aren’t responsible for this.”

Jökull nods, understanding the commitment to prove someone you hold dear innocent, hoping it’s a misunderstanding. “Of course, however if I allow you two to tag along, I need to know that you won’t look into my case file, as it’s purely confidential.”

It’s early morning, and Vraefnael is just waking up. Fae are filled with content, just looking up at the fading stars in the sky. After surveying faer surroundings, Vraefnael starts faer walk around the place fae live in. It’s too bad faer wolf pack is gone, most had died years ago the rest had left to another part of the forest, but Vraefnael still lives in the cave that they had left behind.

After a while fae heard some footsteps, and the crunching of leaves. As Vraefnael goes to investigate, fae hear noises in different pitches. However, fae can’t understand what it means, and it’s annoying faer. As Vraefnael walks towards the noise cautiously, fae start seeing creatures. Fae notice as one of them, with ears and a tail, pulls back the one with two different colors of skin from falling in Vraefnaels giant mushroom friend’s footprint. And also one of them is blue. Wondering if they’re here to destroy Vraefnael’s home like the others, fae get closer watching them carefully as they all communicate with each other in a language Vraefnael doesn’t understand.

It takes a few minutes of all three of the creatures looking around, before it happens. Vraefnael feels something tackle faer, even though fae haven’t heard or seen anything other than these creatures. Giving a loud shout fae immediately regret everything, fae should’ve just killed these weird creatures, not giving them a chance.

All three creatures venture towards faer, and then look at Vraefnael with confusion and a bit of fear in their eyes. As all of them draw their weapons, Vraefnael casts a spell, a spell that shakes everything around them. The one with ears and a tail and the person that they pulled are pushed away, taking a bit more damage than the blue one who braces themself and stays where they are. The blue one shouts something at faer, but Vraefnael can’t understand what they’re saying. However Vraefnael does try to repeat what is being said.

“What is adest?” All three creatures look at faer confused. Then the blue one speaks again, but again, Vraefnael doesn’t understand. Then all of them start speaking to faer again, but in obviously different languages. And again, Vraefnael doesn’t understand them. That’s when the one with two different colors of skin comes over and leans down and holds out a hand to faer. It takes a minute, but Vraefnael eventually understands that this creature isn’t trying to hurt faer. Taking the hand, Vraefnael is pulled up from faer position on the ground, and all of them start walking away from the forest.

It takes a few minutes for Vraefnael to realize that fae are being led to the tiny civilization that fae got the tiny crystal from. Feeling a bit confused, fae look at the one whose hand fae are holding, and they offer a nice smile. All four of them walk towards this weird looking place, made of wood, and having a closed opening thing. Fae doesn’t understand why one would have an opening that can be closed, but then again, small civilization place is weird. Fae meet another two leg walking creature inside. This one is greenish-gray in color. The one who is holding faer hand, turn and gesture to Vraefnael, and it takes faer a minute to realize that this creature wants faer to talk.

“Who are you?”

“I am Galroth, the village linguist.” Then Galroth turns to the other three and tells them something. Vraefnael on the other hand is confused.

“What is village and linguist?”

“I will tell you more in the morning. If you stay the night, of course.” “Okay.”

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