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Hey Daisy 💕💕

So your bio says your requests are open and I don’t remember you closing them but if they are, I’m so sorry, feel free to ignore this-

So I was thinking about Venom!Miguel and this goofy, high energy, upbeat reader who’s always giggling and smiling, even when Miggy’s being an ass

I just wanna req some fluff leading up to some smut, not slow slow burn but some build up where reader confesses to him and he’s like “wait what?” etc.

All the love for you sweetness

- 🪶

Me & U (Venom!Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Pairing: Venom!Miguel x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (with a pinch of angst) Tags: Miggy being an asshole, Swearing, Slight Slapstick, Love Confessions, Making Out, Monster Fucking (?), Oral Sex (F!Receiving - Venom/Miguel uses his tongue 😛), Nipple Play, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Innuendo, Couch Sex, Mentions of Birth Control, Unprotected P in V Sex (you know the drill), Doggy Style, Missionary Position, Slight Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie Word Count: 5k+ 18+ Banner by @cafekitsune A/N: Ugh, I love love love writing for Venom! characters 🤭🫠 Thank you for your sweet words love and I hope you enjoy! Song Suggestion: Me & U (Cassie)

Your eyes instantly lit up when your neighbor, Miguel O’Hara, opened his door.

“Hi, Miguel!” you chirped happily, nearly dropping the Tupperware of soup in your hands. You gasped before two strong hands cupped beneath yours. Heat filled your cheeks as you slowly gazed up, your noses so close they nearly brushed against each other. Miguel cleared his throat before he quickly stood up, his shadow casting over your entire body.

“Is that for me?” your neighbor asked in his usual gruff voice as he cocked a brow. It took you a few seconds for his words to register. Were his eyes always ruby red? Oh my God...he is a vampire?! That would be so hot, well, hotter than-

"Hello? (Y/N)," your neighbor called before snapping his fingers. You shook your head.

“Hm? Oh! Yes, this is for you,” you grinned and shifted the Tupperware in your arms. “I just thought I'd give you some of my homemade chicken noodle soup. I made too much and didn't want it to go to waste," you explained as you held the Tupperware out to him. Miguel raised his brows as he glanced down, his rough fingertips grazing over yours as he took the soup with an exhausted expression.

"Thanks," he simply replied. You gave him a bright grin as your heart skipped a beat.

"You're welcome! I was also wondering if-"

You flinched when he suddenly slammed the door in your face. You continued to hold your finger up as your smile remained.

"...you wanted to go see a movie," you murmured out the last part. Your grin faltered a bit as you started to trudge back to your apartment, your footsteps feeling a bit heavier than before...

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“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?” Venom rumbled inside Miguel’s head. The massive man tensed when the Symbiote suddenly spoke.

"What?" he blinked. Venom grumbled.

"YOU JUST SLAMMED THE DOOR IN HER FACE!" the alien nearly screeched. Miguel grimaced as he set the Tupperware in the fridge, the corners of his mouth turned down as he felt his blood pressure rise.

"She knows I'm busy - I'm sure she understands," the man replied as he closed the fridge door. Venom scoffed.

"YOU WOULD THINK THAT A GROWN-ASS HUMAN WOULD HAVE SOME DECENT MANNERS," the Symbiote huffed. Miguel clenched his jaw. “YOU SHOULD GO APOLOGIZE,” Venom added. The corners of Miguel’s mouth curved down as he pinched his brows.

“Like I’m gonna let myself get lectured by a vulgar, carnivorous parasite,” he grunted. Miguel gasped as his head shot forward and slammed against the fridge. The man hissed and rubbed the aching spot on his forehead.

“OOPS,” Venom snickered. Miguel sighed and shook his head, his forehead still pulsating with pain.

“Damn symbiote,” he muttered as he rummaged through his cabinets for some ibuprofen. Miguel groaned as he chugged some water before popping the pills. A small, brightly colored note caught his eye as he rubbed his temples. He furrowed his dark brows before picking it up, his scarlet eyes scanning over the small piece of paper:

“It's been pretty chilly out - hope this soup helps warm you up!

<3 (Y/N)”

Miguel's pained expression wavered as he clenched his fist.

God, he really was an asshole, wasn't he?

"YES, YOU WERE," Venom commented.

"¡Cállate parásito!" Miguel snapped [Shut up, parasite!].

"JUST BECAUSE YOU SAY IT IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE DOESN'T CHANGE THE MEANING!" the Symbiote growled. Miguel blew him off as he quickly grabbed his coat. "HOLD ON A SECOND - WHERE ARE WE GOING?" the alien questioned. The tall man grabbed his wallet and keys before opening his front door.

"I'm going to go apologize to (Y/N)...but I need to grab something that'll hopefully help me," he stated.

A Half-An Hour Later...

You blinked when you opened your door.

“Miguel?” you asked. The man’s eyes widened as he gazed upon your face mask.

“I-uh-I’m sorry if I’m interrupting anything,” your neighbor grunted while rubbing the back of his neck. You were thankful the mask hid the blush that dusted your cheeks.

“No! No, it’s okay,” you giggled as you leaned against the doorframe. “What can I do for you?” you continued. You didn’t miss the way Miguel looked you up and down: your body clad in a tight-fitting tank top and comfy shorts. He swallowed thickly before clearing his throat.

“I…I just wanted to give you this,” he said while holding out a white, plastic bag. You raised your brows as you took it from him, your mouth instantly watering as the smell of freshly fried food filled your nostrils.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that!” you chirped while reaching forward for a hug. Miguel hesitantly took a step back, his brows scrunched together as he looked away.

“I just…I wanted to say I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting towards you,” he muttered while rubbing the back of his head. You looked up at your neighbor before glancing down at the bag. It was so adorable seeing a brute of a man acting so sheepishly. Miguel shifted his gaze when you hummed.

“It’s okay, I know work has been super stressful for you,” you replied. His eyes softened as he let his hand fall back to his side. “Still, it’s not excuse for me to act like an asshole towards you,” Miguel sighed. Your smile faltered as you watched him stand there idly. You bit your lip as you clutched the bag.

“You know, it’ll be pretty hard for me to finish all of these things while they're still fresh,” you began. You noticed a small spark in Miguel’s eyes as he tilted his head. “Would you like to come in and have some?” you asked while slightly leaning your hip against the doorframe. His eyes widened slightly as he tensed.

“I don’t want to impose or anything,” Miguel frowned before coughing into his fist. You pursed your lips before giggling.

“Venom, would you like some?” you asked while resting a hand on your other hip. Miguel immediately launched forward, his massive body looming over yours as Venom’s face appeared beside his.

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO ASK US TWICE!” the alien beamed, his glossy, jagged teeth on full display as he flashed you a cheeky grinned. You chuckled and gave his head a small pat, the slick texture of his form not bothering you in the slightest.

“Come on in, then,” you replied while nodding your head inside your apartment.

“WITH PLEASURE,” Venom said as he forced Miguel to stomp into your humble abode. The walls were practically rattling as he clumsily strolled over to your couch and plopped himself down. You chuckled as you followed behind him, setting the bag down on the coffee table.

“Sorry, just gotta freshen up a little bit,” you said while motioning towards your face. Miguel smiled softly and nodded, his demeanor a bit more relaxed as he leaned against the couch cushion.

“Okay. I’ll make sure Venom doesn’t eat everything,” he hummed. You giggled and gave a quick nod before rushing to the bathroom.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” you screamed internally as you sped towards the sink. You washed off the mask as quickly as you could before releasing your hair from its messy bun. You rapidly put on a few strokes of mascara and adjusted your tank-top to show just a bit of your cleavage. You gave a firm nod at your reflection before padding back into the hall. You froze and laughed as you watched Miguel swat at one of Venom’s tendrils as it reached for the bag.

“I see you boys have kept yourselves entertained,” you hummed as you sauntered over to the couch. The dim lighting of your living room lamp drew out Miguel’s rugged features: every curve and dip of his muscles defined by dark shadows and soft light.

“Sorry it took me a bit,” you sighed while sinking into the cushion next to him. You watched as his eyes flicked up and down your body, particularly lingering on your chest.

“You’re fine,” he replied while clearing his throat. You beamed before pulling out the Styrofoam box. The two of you sighed as steam wafted up from the golden empanadas, the crisp texture of the crust already making your stomach rumble.

The room was filled with the sounds of quiet munching before Venom appeared. His maw was curled into his usual grin as he swiped his long, wet tongue across his teeth. You chuckled and held out another pastry, the creature devouring the food in one whole bite. You laughed as crumbs rained onto your lap before the symbiote receded back into his host.

Soon, your bellies were full as the sun dipped past the glowing Nueva York skyline. You squeezed your hands in your lap as you held your breath for a moment.

“Miguel?” you piped up. The tall man beside you grunted, his eyes closed and head tilted back. Despite the bags hanging beneath his eyes, he just looked so peaceful and relaxed for once. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you shifted on your cushion.

“There’s…there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about for a while now,” you continued. He slowly opened his scarlet eyes, his gaze soft and half-lidded as he stared at you.

Oh, God.

You bit in the inside of your cheek as you took a deep breath.

“I…I like you,” you muttered quietly. You felt him shift beside you.

“What was that?” the burly man asked. You felt your throat grow tight as your cheeks burned. You whipped your head over and gazed right into his eyes.

“I-I said that I like you,” you said a bit louder. Miguel’s features softened as he parted his lips. You squirmed beneath his gaze as you squeezed your hands together. Miguel remained quiet by your side. "I know it's sudden, b-but, I just felt like if I didn't say it now, then I would've never gotten it out. I'm sorry," you sighed while averting his gaze. You heard Miguel take another deep breath as he rubbed his hand over his mouth before letting it fall into his lap. He let out a small huff of a chuckle.

"You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?" he said with a lopsided grin. Your eyes widened.

"W-What do you mean?" you breathed. Venom's head suddenly formed by Miguel's shoulder.

"OH FOR GOD'S SAKE! WOULD THE TWO OF YOU JUST FUCK ALREADY?!" the alien whined. Your jaw drop as Miguel's nostrils flared.

"Get back inside me!" he shouted. Venom snickered at Miguel's phrasing, causing the man's cheeks to burn a bright red. "You know what I mean!" he yelled, his voice cracking at the last word.

"WHATEVER YOU SAY, DARLING~" the Symbiote hummed in a sing-song voice before retracting back into Miguel. The man before you rolled his eyes before shaking his head.

"Sorry about that," Miguel said with a tired, apologetic smile. You chuckled and shook your head.

"It's fine," you said with a dismissive hand-wave. You bit your lip.

"So...do you really like me back?" you asked breathlessly. Miguel raised his thick, dark brows as he pursed his lips. He cleared his throat and planted both feet on the floor.

"I...I do," he said with a sideways grin while averting his gaze. You squealed happily and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Miguel placed a hand on the small of your back, rubbing it soothingly.

"You have no idea how excited I am! We're gonna go on SO many cute dates. We could take a romantic trip on the Lunar Train - oh! Or have brunch at a beach house in Amagansett-" you began to ramble off a list of dates you imagined with Miguel, not caring if they sounded stupid or not. You blinked when the man by your side gently placed his hand over your mouth, his palm enveloping over the lower half of your face.

"(Y/N), as fun as those things sound...I'd like to maybe start with taking you out to a nice dinner. Would that be alright?" he asked. You nodded, a muffled "mhm" heard beneath his palm. Miguel's smile grew as he slowly withdrew his hand.

"-and we could also go on a rowboat in Central Park," you continued. Miguel laughed and shook his head. "What?" you giggled. The tall man sighed as he slung one of his muscular arms around the back of the couch.

"I've never met anyone who talks as much as you do," he stated. Your smile faltered.

"Is...Is that a bad thing?" you asked while shifting in your seat. Miguel smiled and shook his head.

"No, no. In fact, I think it's pretty endearing hearing someone talk about something they're passionate about," he sighed. You tilted your head as he paused. "That spark you get in your eye...it's what drew me to you in the first place," he confessed while rubbing his chin. Your eyes lit up as you hugged him tightly, causing him to groan.

"I'm just so excited. It's...been a while since I've been in a relationship," you said while tucking some hair behind your ear. Miguel hummed softly.

"Really? How long?" he asked. You froze in place as your eyes widened.

"Oh, hermosa," Miguel cooed, clearly reading through your silent response. You sighed and leaned back, your arms withdrawing from his sides as you frowned. "Hey, look at me," he said softly. You slowly brought your gaze up to his eyes, your heart fluttering as he cupped your cheek. "You're a beautiful, kind woman. I'd be happy to be in a relationship with you," he murmured softly. Your heart melted right there as you gazed into his eyes.

"Really?" you murmured. Miguel smiled and nodded before sucking in a sharp breath.

"Really. And you know..." Miguel trailed off as he shifted on the couch. "Maybe Venom's suggestion from earlier...wasn't terrible," he muttered while tilting his head side to side. Your heart skipped a beat at his words as you squeezed your thighs together.

"You mean, you wanna..." you trailed off and made some gestures with your hands. Miguel nodded slowly as his cheeks continued to fill with pink. You gasped as he shifted even closer to you, his other hand gently cupping your knee.

"I've...I've wanted you for so long. Too long," he sighed softly as he squeezed your knee. "And now, all I want to do is make up for lost time and show you how much I want to be with you...hermosa," Miguel breathed, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear [beautiful]. You arched your back as a shiver ran down your spine.

"Mmm, Miguel, p-please. I want to feel you," you sighed as you squirmed beside him. Miguel grinned softly as he leaned forward and nipped along your jaw.

"Just relax, princesa. I'll make sure to take good care of you," he purred lowly while gently pushing you onto your back and climbing on top of you. Your walls clenched at the sound of his husky rumble, your legs parting on their own as you swallowed thickly. Miguel's large, warm hands dipped beneath your tank-top, his palms eagerly cupping your breasts as you moaned.

"O-Oh," you gasped as he smoothed his thumbs over your perky, sensitive nipples. You bit your lip and mewled as his lips traveled closer to your own, his hips slowly lowering against yours with a deep sigh.

"I can't wait to taste the rest of you, princesa," Miguel groaned before he gently nibbled on your bottom lip. Your fingers smoothed through his thick, dark locks as you parted your lips. The living room was filled with your combined moans as he crashed his plump lips against yours, his hands squeezing your breasts as he slowly rolled his hips against your clothed sex.

"O-Oh fuck Miguel," you panted. Miguel raised his brows as he chuckled lowly.

"I didn't know someone as sweet as you could have such a dirty mouth," he snickered before gently pinching your nipples. You squealed as your mouth shot open. Your eyes widened as Miguel's tongue quickly dove into your wet cavern, his muscle tenderly massaging yours as he rubbed your hardened buds between his digits. Your hungry moans filled his mouth as your tongues passionately danced in circles. Both of you panted heavily as he pulled back for air, your lips glossy with combined spit.

"God, you sound so hot when you make those noises," he grunted before diving back in. You closed your eyes as you soaked in the taste of his tongue against yours, your heart pounding in your ears as you sighed deeply. Miguel groaned as he slowly lifted your shirt above your head, peeling the clothing off before tossing it aside. Your cheeks were flush as he pulled back, his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of your exposed breasts. You frowned and looked away before he dipped his fingers beneath your chin, turning your face back towards him.

"Please, don't look away. I want to see all of you," he whispered with the softest expression you've ever seen. Your heartbeat faltered as a small smile formed over your face. "Ahí está mi mujer bonita," Miguel chuckled quietly as his fingertips traced along your jaw before dipping between the valley of your breasts [There's my pretty woman].

Your eyes nearly rolled back as your body began to melt at his feather-light touch.

"M-Miguel," you panted breathlessly. Miguel hummed as he gently nipped and kissed along the side of your neck.

"Hm?" he sighed, his hot breath falling over a wet spot on your skin. Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you gulped.

"Can you...can you finger me?" you said with a strained voice. Miguel's eyes widened slightly before he gave you a small smirk.

"Of course, hermosa," he chuckled before suckling on your pulse. Your body jolted at the sweet suction against your skin before he lapped over the fresh hickey. "Do you want me to use my mouth, too?" Miguel whispered. You had to stop a moan escaping your throat as his question shook you to the core.

"Y-Yes please," you whined. Miguel's smirk widened even more.

"You're so polite," he chuckled. You raised your brows and playfully flicked his shoulder. Miguel winced. "Now why would you hurt a gentle giant like me, hm?" the man above you quipped with a raised brow. You giggled and rolled your eyes.

"Watch out - I might spank you if you get sassy again," you winked. Miguel chuckled as he tugged at your pajama shorts.

"Promise, Mami?" he said in a low, husky voice [Mommy]. Your cheeks burned at the petname as you looked away. Miguel's chest rose and fell as he burst out laughing. "Hey, don't dish out what you can't serve," he purred before pulling your thin shorts and panties down your legs. You gasped as your slick pussy was on full display for him. Miguel licked his lips as he leaned his head down.

"W-Wait!" you yelped. His head shot back up as his eyes widened.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" he asked as his brows furrowed. You blushed as you held your breath.

"I...I had guys say that I tasted funny, so-" you instantly stopped talking as he shoved his face into your cunt, sniffing it deeply. Your jaw dropped as you felt the tip of his nose nudge against your puffy clit. "W-What are you doing?!" you gulped. You felt him smile against your slick labia before he flicked the tip of his tongue out. Your legs shook around his head as your hips snapped forward.

"Oh my god, you taste so fucking sweet," Miguel groaned before licking a bold stripe up your juicy slit. You moaned and threw your head back as he painted long, languid strokes up and down your folds.

"S-Shit Miguel," you groaned as your hips mindlessly rubbed against his face. Miguel's eyes locked with yours as he snaked his arms around your thighs, his face glued to your gushing cunt. A gasp left your puffy lips as he puckered his lips around your swollen bundle of nerves, your hole puckering against his chin as a loud moan erupted from your throat.

"Let me hear you, Mami," Miguel whispered, his lips tenderly caressing your clit before he wetly swirled his tongue around the sensitive button. Your head began to spin as he gently nudged two of his thick fingers against the rim of your aching entrance. "Let me hear all those sweet, beautiful noises you make," he groaned before slowly pushing his fingers inside your pulsing walls. Your jaw went slack as you already felt filled by his girthy digits.

"O-Oh my-" your throat tightened as you felt every curve and divot of his fingers caressed the inside of your velvety cunt.

"Yes, that's it. That's my good girl," Miguel rumbled as he slowly pumped his digits inside your stretched out hole. Your pussy clenched around his digits as he lapped at your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking over your swollen button. "Taking my fingers so well," he breathed before planting a sloppy kiss over your cunt. The delicious drag of his fingers inside your tight walls mixed with the sweet suction of his lips drew another loud whine out of your throat.

"Fuck Miguel!" you screamed as your cunt gushed around his thick digits. Your eyes shot open when he licked over your clit again, but this time, his tongue felt strangely different. Your eyes grew impossibly wider as you looked down. Miguel's mouth was replaced with Venom's, though it was still his own scarlet eyes staring into your own. You felt a whirlwind of emotions as your legs remained spread before the amalgamation before you.

"W-What-" your lips remained parted as he squeezed your legs, a low rumble rising from his throat as he swiped his tongue back and forth across your wetness. Your strangled moan rose through the room as you felt something slick begin to slide over your legs and abdomen. Your eyelids fluttered as Venom's tendrils began to eagerly rub your hardened nipples as he lashed the tip of his tongue over your needy clit.

Miguel's eyes flashed with red before he quickly ripped his fingers from your now gaping hole. You shot your head up before he quickly replaced his digits by shoving his long, lithe tongue deep inside your plush pussy.

"H-Holy fuck," you panted and bucked your hips forward as you saw a bulge grow in your lower belly, the tip of his new tongue grazing over your soft cervix. Your toes curled as he arched his slick muscle inside your walls, spreading them open with a wet squelch.

"B-Baby," you moaned as you tugged on his hair. Miguel groaned, his voice much deeper and gutteral than usual as he began to slowly thrust his tongue deep inside your tight, warm cavern. Your moans could've shaken the couch as you felt his tongue stroke each and every inch of your tender walls. Each of your nerve endings lit up with pleasure as Venom's tentacles stroked your nipples and puffy clit, the steady drag of his lithe muscle making your walls flutter.

"Miguel, f-fuck, I-I'm gonna cum!" you groaned as you ground your hips against his face. You felt his grip on your legs tighten as he thrusted his tongue even faster, the tendrils wrapped around your breasts and clit now rapidly massaging them.

"A-AH!" you screamed as your hips snapped forward. Your body tensed beneath his grip as he thrusted his entire tongue deep inside your pulsing sex. You moaned and babbled his name as you rolled your hips forward, your warm juices gushing all over his tongue and dripping down his chin as you violently came.

Miguel's eyelids fluttered as a gutteral moan left his parted lips.

"F-Fuck," you murmured as your legs shivered in his grasp, your walls still fluttering as he stuffed you full with his tongue. You panted heavily as you came down from your high, your body glowing in a thin sheen of sweat. A soft whine escaped you as Miguel slowly withdrew his long tongue, the feeling of emptiness quickly rushing into your needy cunt. Your dismay was quickly replaced with pleasure as he slowly licked all the way from the stretched-out rim of your entrance to your swollen, over-sensitive clit.

You mewled as your hips shot up, a small grin forming over Miguel's face as Venom's tongue began to slowly withdraw. Your thighs trembled against his ears as he pressed a gentle kiss to your bundle of nerves. You moaned softly as he locked eyes with you, his gaze tender and lit with an insatiable desire as he slowly pulled his lips back. A string of spit and slick connected his mouth to your weeping sex before he licked his plump lips.

"How are you feeling?" he panted heavily as the tentacles around your breasts rested against your nipples. You swallowed thickly and shifted beneath him, your head still spinning with pure bliss.

"G-Good, really good," you breathed. Miguel cracked another smile before he gently kissed your stomach.

"Do you think you can do another round?" he murmured against your skin. Your heart skipped a beat as you drew in a sharp breath.

"I-I think so. Just give me a second," you said as you tried to prop yourself up on your forearms. Miguel sighed and laid several lazy kisses over your abdomen, his teeth gently pinching the skin every now and then.

"When this is over, I'm taking you out to a proper dinner," he rumbled, his hands gently rubbing and squeezing your hips. The tips of your ears burned.

"R-Really?" you murmured with a wide grin. Miguel's crimson eyes sparkled as he gave you a soft smile.

"Of course. While I do think we're doing things a little backwards...I honestly don't really care at this point," he chuckled while massaging the flesh of your hips. You bit your lip and released a small moan. "I want to do all the things I should've done, and that includes taking you to a nice restaurant," he grinned. You blushed even more as your smile grew.

"O-Okay. But none of those fancy places where they only serve you, like, a tablespoon of food," you warned with a playful smirk. Miguel chuckled and nodded.

"Deal," he smiled and rested his chin on your stomach. "Now...about our next round..." Miguel continued with a mischievous grin.

You gasped as a new pair of tendrils flipped you around. Your breasts and stomach squished against the plush couch cushions as your ass wiggled in the air. You arched your back as Miguel's palms smoothed over the globes of your bum, a low groan heard behind you. You squeaked as he gave your bum a small spanking before spreading your cheeks apart.

"Mmm look at you, you're practically dripping from before," Miguel grunted as he spread your labia apart with his fingers, thick strings of your juices and his spit stretching between your lower lips. You squealed as a rush of adrenaline swept through your body, your core already aching to be touched again.

"Miguel..." you breathed and wiggled your hips. The man above you chuckled softly as you heard him unzip his pants. A jolt of electricity shot through you as you soon felt something hot and wet slap against the crevice of your ass, a drop of precum gliding over your skin as he groaned.

"God, I can't wait to be inside you," Miguel rumbled as he slowly dragged his thick, veiny cock between your supple cheeks. You whined as he grabbed his dick and slotted it between your thighs, his shaft gliding along your slit and spreading the mess to your legs. You gasped as you felt his burning tip rub against your needy clit, your head reeling with mind-numbing pleasure. You moaned and shifted your ass back against his lean abs, the slick sound of him rubbing his erect cock under your folds making your head spin even more.

"Miguel, please. I-I need you," you moaned. You could practically feel him grin as he leaned against your trembling form.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" he whispered huskily as he nipped at your ear. You parted your lips and shook your head.

"N-No, I'm on birth control," you reassured him in a low whisper. He grinned against the shell of your ear before angling his hips against your rear. You moaned as you felt his tip nudge at the tight rim of your entrance, your body trembling with pure, carnal need.

"Just take some deep breaths for me, okay princesa?" Miguel whispered as he smoothed his hands over your hips. You nodded and swallowed a deep breath of air. You felt him smile against your skin as he slowly pushed inside your weeping hole.

"Fuck!" you gasped and gripped the cushion as you felt his thick, round tip start to spread your gummy walls apart. His low moan made you shake with bliss as you felt him inch inside your pussy, your walls gripping him deliciously as you breathed his name. Miguel's grip on your hips grew tighter with every inch of his thick cock that was swallowed by your warmth.

"S-So tight, hermosa," he swallowed thickly. Both of you gasped when his sharp hips met with your ass, the fullness inside your tight cunt making your back arch impossibly more. You heard him swallow again as Venom's tentacles began to gently rub your nipples again. You mewled as the slick tendrils wrapped around your hard buds and twisted them ever so slightly.

"Mmm, that's it," Miguel whispered as he slowly pulled his hips back. Your jaw went completely slack as he snapped them forward, his tip roughly kissing your cervix.

"A-Ah!" you mewled loudly as he continued the steady pace of slowly pulling out, only for his hips to slap against you as he bottomed out each time. The couch creaked as his rhythm began to increase, his heavy balls now wetly slapping against your clit with every snap of his hips.

"Miguel, ohhh god r-right there," you slurred, your mind completely drunk on the feeling of his cock massaging your velvety walls. You threw your head back as you felt his thick tip rub against your spongey g-spot, your cunt pulsing around his hard cock as a wave of pleasure washed over you.

"You feel so good, (Y/N). Your pussy wraps around me so perfectly," he whispered before capturing your earlobe between his lips, suckling on it lightly. You whined as the tentacles and his cock began to move even faster, your heart pounding in your sternum as your pussy began to feel tighter and tighter. "Shit, gripping s-so good," Miguel groaned, his chest flush against your upper back as his cock rubbed each and every part of your leaking cunt.

"Miguel, i-if you keep going this fast, I'm g-gonna cum," you tried to warn him. Your breath hitched as he suckled on the spot behind your ear, his fingernails digging into the soft skin of your hips as he growled lowly.

"Good," he rumbled, his voice much more raspy and feral than before. You felt Venom's tendrils squeeze your breasts as another two grabbed your waist. You squealed as you were flipped around, the room around you blurring before you were face to face with Miguel. You had no time to think about the tentacles sprouting from his back before your arms were pinned above your head by the writhing appendages. Your heart raced as the tentacles from before lapped and curled around your nipples, another one gently massaging your bundle of nerves as Miguel pounded into your pretty pussy.

"Ay dios mío, eres tan p-perfecta," Miguel groaned gutturally, his hot breath cascading over your face [Oh my God, you're so perfect]. You moaned as he captured your lips in a heated, sloppy kiss, the sound of skin wetly slapping against skin loudly echoing through your living room. Your breathing was growing more and more ragged with every drag of his cock and swipe of the tendrils, your heartbeat growing louder and louder inside your ears as you felt the muscles in your lower stomach start to quickly wind together.

"M-Miguel!" you screamed as white flashed across your vision. You shivered beneath him as your pussy squirted all along his abs, your body and mind torn apart in the riptide of pure, unbridled ecstasy. "Mmm yes," you slurred, your head reeling as stars danced in your line of sight. You mewled as Miguel locked lips with you again, his nostrils flaring as he playfully flicked his tongue against yours.

"That's my good girl, cumming around my c-cock," Miguel's breath faltered as your pussy hugged him in an impossibly tight grip. It wasn't long before his thrusts began to grow even faster and sloppy. "S-Shit. Where do you want me?" he asked in a low rumble. You whined and thrashed beneath him.

"Inside!" you moaned as your back arched off the couch. A deep groan reverberated within Miguel's chest as he slammed his hips down for the last time. Both of you moaned as you felt his cock twitch inside your puffy cunt, his cum flooding every inch of your slick heat. The tendrils around your body squeezed you tightly as Miguel closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as his cock continued to pulse deep inside you.

He swallowed thickly before slowly pulling out; a loud, wet "pop" ringing in your ears and making you shake. You panted heavily, the tentacles slowly withdrawing from your goose-bump riddled skin and back to Miguel's heaving form. You slowly brought a hand up to Miguel's cheek, smiling warmly.

"Thank you," you said breathlessly. Miguel's brows shot up as he let out a small chuckle.

"For what?" he whispered before pecking your lips, his strong arms now wrapped around your smaller form. You sighed as you gently smoothed your thumb over his cheek, soaking in the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours.

"For making my dream come true," you whispered. A small hint of pink dusted Miguel's cheeks as his smile softened. He gently kissed your forehead as he stroked your sides.

"You're welcome, hermosa," he whispered back and held you close.

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Surprise

Too Young Masterlist Summary: Louis, YN and Arthur surprise Lottie on her birthday.

Based on this request.

“Shall we surprise Auntie Lottie for her birthday?”. Louis asked Arthur as they took a walk across the beachfront, leaving YN back at the hotel room as the heat was a bit too much for the pregnant lady.

“What? Like go home early or something?”. Arthur asked, excitement in his voice at seeing his Tomlinson family.

Louis nodded as they both continued to walk across the sand. “Yeah…she doesn’t think we can made her birthday meal so I thought it would he nice to surprise her”.

“Yes!”. He ran across the sand his arms waving in the air as his feet melted into the grains. Quickly wanting to know more, Arthur ran back over to his dad. “Who’s gonna be there?”.

“Well everyone lad!”. Louis let out a laugh realising if he named everyone then he would be there a while. But the curious Arthur decided to make it his mission to list each person.

“Nan and Grandad?”.

“Yeah…Nan and Grandad”. Louis agreed.

“Lewis and Lucky?”.

“Yeah!”.

“What about Auntie Dai Auntie Phee?”. Arthur continued his list as he kicked the sand with his feet.

“Yeah…everyone Arth”. Louis laughed but was starting to lose patience.

“Olive too?”.

“I’m sure she’ll be there lad…shall we go and see if your mum is up for the surprise trip to Doncaster?”.

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As much as YN loved being in Spain and supporting Louis at his festivals, at the mention of going back to a cooler England sounded like a dream for her 34 week pregnant body.

Being a popular singer-songwriter had its perks and one of them being that Louis was able to organise their trip back to England very quickly despite it being last minute.

As the little family waited in the airport to board their plane, YN was aware that they had been spotted by some fans who were getting excited at the sight of Louis.

“Lou?”. YN tried to call for his attention, as he checked the board for any delays.

“Yeah babe?”. Louis placed his arm around her shoulder, and left a peck to her head.

YN noticed that they were being videoed or taken photos of. “Some fans have spotted you and I’m worried they may spoil the surprise if they post anything”.

Before Louis could do or say anything, the groups of fans came to say hello.

“Hi Louis!”.

“Hey YN…how’s Harry?”.

“Arthur!”.

“Oi alright…what’s happening girls?”. Louis always tried to have positive interactions with his fans.

“We wanted to say hello and maybe have a photo if that’s alright please”. One of the fans asked.

“Yeah sure…but can I ask a big favour?”. The group all nodded, waiting eagerly to know what Louis was going to ask them. “We’re trying to surprise Lottie for her birthday…so can you not post anything until later or maybe tonight”.

The group shared their smiles at Louis wanting to surprise his sister on her birthday. “Oh that’s so nice…yes of course we won’t post anything…tell Lottie we said happy birthday”.

Louis stood in the middle of the group so YN snap the photo, smiling brightly back at his future wife.

“Wait!”. Arthur shouted, leaving YN’s side he ran over to his dad and joined the group in their photo. “Big smiles everyone!”.

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After almost six hours of travelling from Spain to London, and then London to Doncaster, a very excited Arthur, a giggly Louis and an exhausted YN arrived at the restaurant where the Tomlinsons were celebrating Lottie’s 26th birthday.

With help from the restaurant staff, they were able to time their surprise right. The restaurant manager snuck the three through the back so they could enter through the kitchen.

Louis helped Arthur to carry the lit birthday cake, trying to be careful not to drop it. As they approached the full and large table, they began to sing. “Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you…”.

Noticing who was walking towards her carrying her birthday cake, Lottie covered her face as she hid her tears. Phoebe and Daisy were equally shocked and surprised and happy to see their brother and nephew.

“Happy birthday dear Lottie…happy birthday to you!”.

“Happy birthday Auntie Lottie!”. Arthur was the first one to reach her and she gladly took him into his arms, squeezing him tight.

“Oh I’ve missed you my precious boy!”. Lottie hugged him close, still in shocked that they had managed to surprise her.

Letting Arthur go and see other family members, Lottie wrapped her arms around YN, both laughing when their baby bumps got in the way making it harder than usual. “Happy birthday babe…we’ve got some cards and presents in the car for you…we’ll give them to you back and Nan and Grandads”.

Lottie teared up a little more, the pregnancy hormones in full swing as she was surrounded by her nearest and dearest. “Thank you for surprising me…you’re the best…you must be exhausted after all the travelling?”.

“I am and my feet are like balloons…but anything for you Lotts!”. YN joked, earning a giggle from the younger Tomlinson.

“Oioi…c’mere birthday girl!”. Louis interrupted, pulling Lottie in for a brotherly cuddle. “I hope you liked the surprise…we couldn’t not come home for your birthday!”.

“Honestly…it’s been the best birthday and you’ve just made it the best day!”. Lottie held onto her brother a little bit longer, afraid that it was a dream.

“Ouie…Ouie!”. A sweet little voice caused the three to look, toddling towards them was two tiny feet with a head full of blonde locks.

“Lucky ma boy!”.

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diazsdimples · 4 months

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Inspiration Saturday/ Several Sentence Sunday

I started a new wip. No one look at me.

The inspiration from this shamelessly comes the fact that I've been working in labour and delivery for the whole month of May and there's an obstetrician/pediatrician couple here that always see each other in the OR and I instantly thought of Buddie. So please enjoy the first (long) snippet of Doctors AU, featuring Obstetrician!Eddie and Pediatrician!Buck. The rest of the 118 will also feature in the obstetrics/pediatrics field, although roles are yet to be confirmed. I'm not 100% sure about this and a little nervous about sharing it cause sharing words has felt weird lately, so I'm sorry if it's not great!

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Eddie pushes through the doors of the NICU, his chest heaving. He doesn’t do this; he doesn’t let patients get to him. He’s a professional. He performs a surgery, delivers a baby, stitches up the mother and moves on to the next one.

Except today, he can’t.

Eddie strides down the corridor until he’s in the nurses’ station and begins to scour the brightly lit electronic board with all the patient’s names.

He can’t shake the feeling that he’s fucked up, that he should have called it sooner and rushed the mother to surgery the second he’d been asked to see her. She’d been labouring for hours, and she was tiring when they called him in to review her. One look at the monitor by her bed had told him all he’d needed to know – that her and her baby were in distress, and something needed to be done.

But, she’d clutched his hand and begged him to let her try just a bit longer.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and takes a shaky breath as he tries to rid his mind of the memory of hearing the baby’s heart rate drop on the monitor. Even after being an obstetrician for 10 years, nothing will ever prepare him for the gut-wrenching fear that comes during an emergency. The way you hold your breath and will it to increase, counting in your head as you wonder how much longer you let it go before you dive for the emergency button. He’d done an examination when it was clear the heart rate wasn’t going to recover, to see if there was any chance she could push the baby out, and his heart had sunk into his shoes when he’d felt the umbilical cord before he was even up to his second knuckle.

Taking some deep breaths through his nose, Eddie opens his eyes and scans the board, trying to find the name. It’s possible it’ll be too early – the nurses might not have admitted the baby on the system yet, but the pit in his stomach grows with each passing second that he doesn’t find it.

There’s a noise behind him – someone clearing their throat – and Eddie spins around as a deep, calming voice speaks.

“Hey man, can I help you with something?”

Eddie is instantly taken aback by the man in front of him. He must be new, because Eddie’s certain he’d remember if he’d seen this guy in the OR, and he’s looking at Eddie with concern, his eyebrows furrowed and blue eyes piercing into Eddie’s. He’s tall and muscular – obscenely so for (Eddie assumes) a pediatrician, with dark blond hair that’s been plastered with a criminal amount of hair product. He’s in a pair of delicate pink scrubs, with a white lab coat over the front. There’s a small, rainbow watch hanging from the breast pocket of his coat, and a name badge on his chest, with two tiny feet drawn just beside his name.

Evan Buckley.

“Hey, I’m Dr. Diaz – uh – Eddie,” Eddie says, awkwardly extending a hand towards the man. His grip is firm but warm, and his hands are soft, although Eddie’s not sure exactly why he’s noticing that.

“Dr. Buckley,” the guy replies with a friendly smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Everyone calls me Buck. You looking for someone in particular?”

Eddie turns back to the board with a frown, folding his arms, and Buck sidles up next to him, mirroring his stance. Their shoulders brush, and Eddie notices how the guy is just a couple of inches taller than him. Interesting.

“Yeah I’m – uh – I’m looking for baby McKinnon? Born about an hour ago via emergency caesarean due to cord prolapse and obstructed labour, resuscitated immediately after birth and bought here.”

Buck frowns and pulls out a list from the pocket of his scrubs.

“Is everything okay with the mother?” he asks as he scans his list, “You’re an obstetrician, right?”

“Yeah, she’s fine, pulled through surgery and is in recovery now. Just wanted to check up on the baby – he looked pretty rough.”

Buck lets out a deep sigh next to him and Eddie whips his head around, doing a double take when he sees Buck’s expression.

God, no, please no, let him be okay, let him have survived, he’s just mixed up with someone else.

“I’m sorry, man,” Buck says gently, resting a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “We couldn’t stabilise him. He was so hypoxic and they couldn’t intubate him and we – I’m sorry.”

Eddie must make a noise because the hand on his shoulder tightens. His chest feels tight, like he’s not getting enough air, the world is beginning to spin. He take deep, gulping breaths of air as he tries to regulate himself, but it’s not use.

It’s too close. Too much like Christopher. His son, his perfect, 7-year-old boy, looked just like that kid when he was born. Eddie’s too close to this. He’s gotta get out.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Eddie shakes himself from Buck’s grip, blinking furiously as tears threaten to spill down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’ve gotta – I need to go,” he says hurriedly, his voice cracking, and he turns on his heel. He doesn’t run from the room, but it’s a close one. He barely even registers Dr. Buckley calling after him as he briskly walks down the corridor, practically throwing his swipe pass at the door, and then he’s in the stairwell before he knows it, drinking in the crisp, cool air as he slides down the wall and comes to a rest on a step.

Fuck.

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beautification-tales · 6 months

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The Farmer’s Daughter

A Getting Fit Tale

The sun was just beginning to rise, its pale orange light casting a warm glow over the rolling hills of Daisy's family's farm. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, and peered out the window of her little room in the farmhouse. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the sweet smell of freshly mown grass and the earthy scent of soil turned over for the planting season. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and threw on a t shirt and overalls, her favorite old sneakers already waiting by the door.

Daisy padded downstairs, her feet sinking into the softness of the worn carpet. The smell of coffee filled her nose, and the sound of her father's voice drifted from the kitchen. "Morning, Dad," she called, pushing open the swinging door and stepping into the brightly lit room. Her father, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a weathered face and kind eyes, looked up from where he was pouring coffee into a mug.

"Morning, pumpkin," he replied with a smile. "Ready to tackle the day?" Daisy nodded, taking a mug of coffee from the counter. "You know it," she said, feeling a surge of energy from the warm liquid. "What's on the agenda today?"

“Well me and Billy will fill the barn today. I think maybe you can take it easy today.” Daisy's father said, as he took a sip of his coffee. Daisy shook her head, "No, I'm fine, Dad. I'm more than able to help." She replied, as she headed for the door. "Let me just get my jacket."

The air outside was crisp and cold, a light breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. Daisy zipped up her jacket, pulled her hat down over her ears, and made her way over to where her father and Billy were already hard at work. The two men were standing beside a large wagon, filling burlap sacks with fresh hay from a nearby field. Daisy took her place at the front of the wagon and began to pitch the hay into the sacks, her movements efficient and practiced.

After just a few minutes Daisy was already feeling fatigued. Billy noticed immediately and smiled. "You sure you're alright,Miss Daisy? You don't have to do this if you're feeling tired." He offered, pausing in his work to look at her. Daisy shook her head, not wanting to admit she was struggling. "I'm fine, really," she insisted, her voice a little less steady than usual. "I just need to catch my breath, that's all."Daisy’s Dad stopped his work and noticed Daisy’s labored breathing. “Honey, that’s enough for you today. Why don't you go inside and rest up ok?” He said, concern etched on his face. Daisy hesitated, but the exhaustion was becoming overwhelming. She nodded reluctantly and headed back to the house, her steps slower and more sluggish than before.

Daisy kicked a rock as she went up the stairs to the house. She looked back and watched Billy and her father do the work with ease. Billy’s shirt was drenched with sweat as he removed it and put his baseball cap on his head. Daisy gulped as she watched him work. They hired Billy to help work the land as her father got older. She had hoped to be the one to help but Daisy had been petite all her life. Her father also treating her like she was fragile didn’t help either.

Despite being 20 years old she felt like a child as she went back inside the house. She slumped into a chair as she struggled to catch her breath. Life had been so cruel to her. She was born prematurely as her mother passed away giving birth to her. Her father raised her single-handedly and she was always trying to repay him. She tried to be strong for him. Daisy felt like a burden as she always needed to be taken care of. So many times her weak heart caused long hospital stays and her father would stay by her bed every night. Sometimes she wished she could just be normal. She wished she was still outside helping her dad and flirting with Billy.

Her father came inside and noticed how pale she looked. He went to the kitchen and returned with a cool glass of lemonade. "Here, sweetheart, drink this and get some rest. You'll feel better soon." Daisy took the lemonade gratefully and sipped it, the cool liquid helping to ease her throat. She looked up at her father, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Dad. I tried to be strong, but I just couldn't do it today." He knelt down beside her chair and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Shh... shh... it's okay, pumpkin. You're not a machine. You don't have to be strong all the time. We'll find a way to manage, okay?" She nodded, the tears spilling over and running down her cheeks. "I love you, Dad," she whispered. "I love you too, Daisy. And remember, no matter what, I'll always be here for you."

The conversation was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She couldn’t let her father down again. She ran to her room and opened the gift box she received from her cousin. She read the note again. “Hey Cuz, this steroid changed my life. I had to share it with you. Trust me it works. Love Courtney. P.S. tell Billy I said ‘Hi’” Daisy's hands trembled as she took out the small vial of steroids. Her heart raced, but she knew she had to do it. For her father, and for herself. She hesitated for a moment, but then steeled her resolve.

She pointed the syringe at her thigh and slowly injected the steroids into her skin. It was a cold, hard prick that made her wince. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breathe. The steroids were supposed to make her stronger, but right now, they felt like poison coursing through her veins. She lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling her heart pound in her chest.

The next few day Daisy jumped out of bed at the sound of the rooster. Daisy ran downstairs to make coffee for her father and Billy. She felt rejuvenated and her chest didn't hurt as much. She could breathe easier and felt stronger. She wondered if it was just a placebo effect or if the steroids were actually working. As she filled the coffee pot, she glanced out the window and saw Billy working on the field. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his muscular frame. Daisy couldn't help but stare, her heart racing. She quickly turned away, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.

“Good morning baby girl. You're up early today." Her father smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You want some eggs or something?" He asked, motioning to the stove where a frying pan sizzled. “Dad, don’t worry I got it.” She moved gracefully around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The energy she felt was almost intoxicating. She wondered if the steroids were really making her feel this good. She felt her heart pumping faster and faster but it didn’t ache as it usually did.

“Daisy can you tell Billy to take care of the chores solo today. I pushed myself too hard yesterday.” He rubbed his neck wincing in pain. Daisy gave her father a worried look that he understood so well. “Aw don’t look at me like that. It’s nothing to worry about. I’m… just not as young as I used to be. Plus Billy can handle it.” He looked out the window and smiled. “Boy is strong like an ox.”

Daisy went outside as her father went upstairs to rest. She knew that Billy could handle it but so much more could be done if she helped. She approached Billy as he was carrying a bale of hay and smiled shyly. "Hey Billy, I'm sorry to bother you but I just wanted to say that I'm here to help if you need it." He looked up at her, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Oh, it's okay Miss Daisy. I've got it under control." He said with a small smile, trying to reassure her.

“Well I’m helping anyway.” Daisy said as she began to assist with chores. The sun beat down on them, making the air thick with humidity. Sweat trickled down their backs as they worked side by side. They didn't speak much, but there was an understanding between them. They were both trying to help her father, in their own ways. And somehow, with Daisy's newfound energy, it felt like they were making progress.

Billy had a look of surprise as Daisy was usually exhausted and inside by now. He was hoping she didn’t push herself too hard and pass out like she had done in the past. Daisy smiled as felt amazing as her heartbeat raced, not from fatigue, but from excitement. Daisy was beginning to breathe heavily as she took a moment to watch Billy at work. He was so strong and muscular, it was hard not to stare.

Daisy felt her heart pound within her chest as she gasped for air. She put her hand on her chest as she felt her heart jumping like it would explode. It was harder for her to catch her breath as she looked at Billy. She could feel the heat spreading across her face as she felt a bit lightheaded. “No I can’t pass out again.” She thought to herself as she tried to calm down.

She felt like a passenger in her body as it was out of her control. She gasped for air as if she was having an asthma attack. Billy noticed and rushed over to Daisy. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked, concern etched on his face. Daisy nodded, but she couldn't speak as her chest still heaved for air. Billy helped her sit down on a nearby bale of hay and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Listen, I’ll go get you some water.” He said before dashing off toward the house.

Daisy didn’t know what was wrong with her. She had never felt this way before. As she sat there, trying to catch her breath. She felt her breasts push out as her labored breathing continued. She looked down as she could see they had kept increasing in size as she felt a new weight on her chest. Her t-shirt was stretching as her overalls pressed into her bigger bosom. Daisy grabbed one as electricity flowed from her breasts throughout her body.

“Ohh God!” She moaned as she felt her arms and legs grow. Daisy noticed her labored breathing was starting to sound …. Different. In a matter of moments Daisy was a taller frame with toned muscle filling out her appendages. Thick thighs dug into her Jean shorts as her fatter ass filled them out more. It all happened so quickly that Daisy didn’t know what to think. Especially when Billy came back with three bottles of water.

She looked down and gasped. She had grown several inches, her breasts were easily twice the size they were, her ass was fuller, and her thighs were massive. She couldn't believe it. Billy placed the bottles of water down on the ground, looking up at her in shock. "D-Daisy?" he stammered. She tried to speak, but no words came out. She felt a strange weight in her chest, almost like a new organ had grown there.

Daisy felt thirsty as she grabbed one bottle as it rolled to her. She twisted the cap off as she guzzled the bottle as water trickled down her chin and wetting her chest. Daisy repeated this again with another bottle as Billy looked on with his jaw to the floor.

“What happened to you? A..are you ok? Miss Daisy?” Billy stammered, struggling to find the words. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Daisy's chest had grown immensely, her once small breasts now filling out her overalls and straining against the fabric. She looked up at him with wide, concerned eyes, her face flushed from exertion and excitement.

“Billy, I feel really good” Daisy managed to say between gulps of water. Her voice was deeper and more feminine than before. Billy couldn't help but stare at her chest as she spoke, taking in the sight of her full breasts spilling out of her overalls. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? Because you look, well, different."

Daisy set the last bottle of water down and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, and she felt stronger than ever before. She looked down at her body, taking in the curves that had emerged overnight. Her hips swayed as she walked toward Billy, her thighs rubbing together with each step.

“I think my heart might be in trouble. I need you to help me.” Daisy said, her voice still deeper and more feminine. Billy swallowed hard, his eyes still locked on her chest. He nodded, trying to focus on what she was saying. "Okay, what do you need me to do.” Billy said with a concerned tone.

Daisy got close to Billy and grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest. “Do I feel ok?” she asked him with a coy smile. Billy's heart raced as his hand touched her soft, warm skin. He could feel her heart beating strongly beneath her breast. It was a strange sensation, but it felt nice. “Umm yes” he stammered, looking into her deep blue eyes.

She guided his hand onto her breasts as her nipple hardened and brushed up against him. "Then you feel my heartbeat, don't you? It's so strong." She leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "I feel so alive, so… powerful.” She looked up into his eyes, her expression a mixture of wonder and desire.

Daisy grabbed onto Billy’s chest and bit her lip. “Billy, take me to the barn and fuck me.” She whispered. Her voice was husky and commanding, and it sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and his pants grew tighter as he became aroused. He nodded dumbly, unable to form any words as he followed her back to the barn.

Inside the dimly lit barn, they found an old haystack in a corner. Daisy kicked aside some of the hay, revealing a soft, warm surface beneath. She pushed Billy onto his back and straddled his hips, her chest heaving with anticipation. She reached down and undid his pants, freeing his erection. She undid the straps of her overalls and let her panties fall down.

With one smooth motion, she guided his cock into her pussy. It felt so good to finally feel him inside her, filling her up. She began to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding against him as their skin slapped together. Billy wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the heat emanating from her body as she rode him.

Daisy leaned forward, her breasts swaying in front of Billy's face. She reached down and pinched her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Oh god, Billy..." she moaned, her voice husky and demanding. "I need you to touch me."

Billy wrapped his hands around her hips, feeling the smooth, firm skin beneath his fingers. He pressed his thumbs into her hipbones, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Their rhythm became faster and more urgent, as if they were both trying to reach some sort of climax. He grasped her melons as she felt another jolt of electricity pass through her body. She arched her back, her breasts spilling out of her t- shirt, and let out a moan that seemed to echo through the barn.

As they moved together, Billy could feel the muscles in her thighs and ass tighten, and he knew that she was close. He thrust harder, driving himself deeper inside her, wanting to feel the heat and the power of her orgasm. Daisy cried out, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her body tensed and she came, her pussy clenching tightly around him.

He continued to thrust, lost in the sensation of her body moving against his, feeling her orgasm wash over him. His hips bucked wildly, and he groaned in satisfaction as he felt his own release building inside him. She reached down, took his cock in her hand, and began to stroke him in time with their movements, urging him over the edge. She knelt in front of him as Billy twitched in her hands.

“I want you to cum on these big beautiful tits Billy.” Daisy whispered into his ear, her breath hot and heavy. His thrusts became more erratic as he felt his climax approaching. She arched her back further, offering her perfect breasts to him as he reached down and grasped one, squeezing it tightly. His hips bucked wildly as he released his seed onto her breast, coating her nipple and the surrounding skin with his warm cum.

Daisy took her finger and tasted his seed. It was salty and sweet on her tongue. She looked up at Billy, their eyes locked together.

“Billy? Stacey? Are you both in here?”

Their hearts stopped as they realized her father was looking for them. Billy got dressed in a flash and met him and lead him outside.

“Trust me Mr. Culver, don’t worry about Daisy today. She is definitely working hard. Yes really! Of course she milked me… I mean the cow… the cow”

Daisy laughed as she hears Billy distract her father as she got dressed and tiptoed to the cow.

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flowersandbigteeth · 9 months

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Meeting your Changeling BF: Part 4

General Plot: You wake up somewhere else, and you and Clark continue on your journey to explore a new land

Changeling (Clark) x f flower nymph reader

Word Count: 4.5K

TW: kidnapping, unhinged plotting against society, p in v sex, NSFW smut, oral sex, heavy yandere behavior, and possessive themes, biting and marking, monster fucking, sneaky manipulation, light mind control

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You woke alone again. Instead of Clark’s spicy scent, you smelled flowers.

“Hmm?” you murmured, opening your eyes.

The room you were in was dark.

“She’s waking up,” you heard a familiar voice say.

“Rosalie?” you asked, squinting your eyes in the dark.

Someone lit a candle and you were surrounded by the curious eyes of the clutch of nymphs you’ve met before.

“Where- where am I?” you asked, getting frightened.

Where was Clark?

“Don’t worry,” Daisy assured you. “You’re still on the ship..we’re just…hiding until we land.”

“Hiding?” you asked, sitting up. “Why? Where is Clark?”

“The changeling?” Rosalie sneered. “He’s probably searching the ship over looking for his conquest, but he won’t find us!”

That snapped you to attention.

“What? Why? What am I doing here?” you asked.

Daisy gave you a sympathetic smile.

“We talked it over and we decided it’s better for you to come with us,” she explained. “You’re too new and naive to understand the danger you’re in.”

“I’m not in any danger!” you snapped. “I tried to tell you!”

“Hush,” Rosalie, hissed. “You have no idea what you’re saying. Changelings are baby stealers and spies. He’s probably going to sell you when we get to port. We’re doing you a favor!”

“But-” you started, but Rosalie gave you a bitter look that shut you up.

“Well…where are you taking me?” you asked, which seemed like a more amenable question.

“We’re returning home to the old wood,” Daisy said brightly. “That’s where nymphs belong. We were summoned by the lord of Merida for some stupid plan of his.”

“More like kidnapped,” Rosalie spat. “But we got away, we always do. So we’re going home to Ilirion. The old wood is safe. Only pure souls and nymphs can venture through it.”

“Pure souls?” you asked, confused.

“Children,” Daisy explained. “The old wood will tolerate children.”

“Once we arrive we can go back to our lives. Frolicking in the forest, drinking dew from leaves,” one of the other nymphs who you assumed was named Lily if the flowers in her hair were anything to go by, sighed wistfully.

“I was told nymphs were good for villages,” you ventured. “You don’t want to be of service?”

Rosalie laughed.

“No, not at all,” she snorted. “The people of this world are crude and cruel. I won’t lift a finger to help one of them. It’s her fault we’re this far away from home anyway.”

She pointed at Daisy who looked embarrassed.

“I thought like you,” she admitted. “I thought flitting through the woods was a waste of our time, so I convinced us all to respond to the lord of Merida’s request. It turned out…poorly. We had to lure them into a sense of security and then escape in the night. It was an ordeal finding money for the ship back home.”

“But that’s all behind us now,” Rosalie said, putting an assuring hand on Daisy’s shoulder. “We learned a lesson, no?”

Daisy nodded meekly.

“What was the lord of Merida’s plan?” you asked, curious about their journey.

Rosalie sighed and frowned.

“He thought we could spoil wells to defeat his enemy,” she huffed. “A foolish idea. Nymphs are creatures of purity. We don’t wage war. We make things thrive and bloom. We have our own ambitions, anyway.”

“Which are?” you asked.

Daisy brightened.

“We want to spread the old wood!” she beamed. “This world is cursed. The creatures crawling around have soiled and defiled it…but if we work together…we can make it pure again!”

You swallowed hard.

“Pure again?” you repeated, shakily.

A dark look passed over Rosalie’s face.

“We’re going to gather as many nymphs as we can and start doing what we do…grow things. We’ll grow the brambles in their logging camps, cover the fields the outsiders have tilled with wild foliage, flood the towns with pure water, let the forest retake the cities! The world will be pretty again, covered in flowers and fruit trees. No more outsiders to ruin things…no one will chop down our trees, no one will pull up our weeds. No one will hunt our animals!” she explained.

Your eyes widened as Rosalie’s smile grew unhinged in the flickering candlelight.

“But isn’t that..wrong?” you asked. “You’re talking about wiping all the other species out!”

She shrugged.

“They had their chance,” she snarled. “Nature has suffered too long for their ambitions! It’s time to take action. We are the old wood!”

“We are the old wood!” the other nymphs cheered in unison.

“I-I don’t want to hurt anyone,” you muttered.

Rosalie put her arm around you.

“Don’t soften your heart to outsiders. The world follows a cycle,” she said. “Creatures live and die. It’s natural. They belong to the old wood, yet they do not know it. Their still bodies will decay and the land will thrive again. You honor them using their sacrifice to purify the realm.”

You were quite sure then that you had to escape. These nymphs had lost their minds.

“Couldn’t you just go home and forget about the outsiders?” you asked, but she shook her head.

“The lord of Merida dared to ensnare us in his machinations,” Daisy offered. “The outsiders have grown too bold. They no longer respect the land. We are to do the whisperer’s will.”

You blinked.

“The whisperer wills this?” you asked and she smiled, her face also taking on an almost hysterical mask.

“The whisperer gave us our strength,” she said. “It has always been our duty to grow…so grow we shall.”

“We will grow and grow until there are no sharp corners left! No metal tools ripped from the womb of the mountains! No buildings made of the flesh of our brothers the trees!” Lily agreed. “We’ll free the rivers from the dams that block them! Free the gourds from the trellises they’ve built to bind them! Once the old wood has spread the ents will be our army!”

You shook, frightened, your eyes jerking around seeking an exit.

“Um…that all sounds…gooood…” you said, placating them. “Where are we?”

Daisy seemed delighted by your apparent acceptance of their plan.

“We’re in a crate in the storage,” she said. “When they unload the ship, we’ll make our escape. Don’t worry. That changeling won’t get to you.”

“Ah…” you said, trembling.

You had no idea how to escape the nymphs. Something had clearly made them go mad.

“Here have something to eat,” Daisy, said handing you a bit of fruit.

“Thanks,” you murmured, chewing on it.

While you ate the nature spirits reviewed their plans. They intended to take the cities one by one. As Lily had mentioned, they planned on letting the living trees destroy the dams, flooding the towns. Then they’d grow brambles on the farms so their was no food but what grew wild.

It seemed they were less intent on murdering anyone as getting rid of the sorts of things that made cities civilized. The “outsiders” as they called them could live if they foraged for fruit, slept in caves, and didn’t hunt. The nymphs were openly hostile to any sort of cultivation or attempt to tame the wild.

You wondered where Clark was…if he was frantically searching the ship or if he’d even realized you were gone yet. You had no idea what time it was in the dark box.

It could have been hours listening to the nymphs, but suddenly you heard a spooky scraping.

SKKK, SKKK, SKKK.

The nymphs didn’t seem to notice, too caught up in planning civilization’s downfall. There was a loud BANG and one side of the box fell open, light pouring in, blinding you all.

“Wha-?” you heard Daisy say.

As you blinked trying to get your eyes to adjust to the light, a massive form appeared in front of you. It's claws scratched the wood floor and as your eyes focused you saw a massive beast, snarling and spitting flames.

Screams pierced your ears as the beast thrashed its head, revealing massive, dripping fangs. You were frozen in place, shivering. You'd never seen a creature like this. The nymphs scattered, slipping on the creatures drool as they made their escape. You should have run or hid or something but you were stock still. You squeezed your eyes shut, ready to die, when suddenly a warm body pressed against you.

“(Y/N)!” Clark’s voice hummed in your ear.

You tried to look up, but he pressed your face to his chest.

You were so relieved to be in his arms, you didn’t fight him, simply leaning into his warmth, letting the scent of incense fill your lungs.

“You found me,” you gasped.

You felt soft kisses on your head as he floated in his true form out of the storage deck.

“Of course I found you,” he hummed. “I would have torn this boat apart board by board to find you.”

When you reached an area where there were other guests, he let your head up, transforming to the humanoid form he used for the public.

“What happened to the nymphs?” you asked, but he didn’t answer right away, only looking at you, frowning.

“Why? Do you wish to return to them?” he snapped.

“No! No! Of course not,” you gasped, confused by his anger.

“Then don’t worry yourself over it,” he said sharply.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” you whimpered. “I was only scared. They were kidnapping me. I don’t want them to grab me again.”

His face softened and he smiled, patting your back.

“You are safe,” he said. “We will be landing soon. Don’t spare any more of your thoughts for those kidnappers.”

“O-okay,” you hummed, leaning your head into his chest again.

Clark was safety and comfort in a world you didn’t understand. Those nymphs were bent on world domination. They were insane. Whatever happened to them was not your business. You glanced up at Clark’s handsome face as he carried you back to your room. Your business was the changeling that had taken you in and saved you time and time again. It was best to leave it at that. So you let him lay you down on the bed, unwilling to let you out of his grasp.

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The past was easy to forget when faced with the thriving port where you arrived. Ilirion was a far richer province than Merida. Large buildings cut from white stone stretched up to dizzying heights. There were people dressed in colorful clothes everywhere you looked.

Street vendors lined the avenues selling food and trinkets, while performers begged for gold coins as they did acrobatic tricks and played instruments. Every business had flower boxes full of blooms and elaborate window dressings.

Clark had relaxed once you were off the ship and seemed enamored by your bright eyes taking in the pretty city.

“Ehylin, is beautiful, no?” Clark asked as you walked the streets. “It’s a pity we can’t stay longer. I have a carriage chartered to leave this afternoon. Our luggage is on it’s way, but we need to buy some things before we take off.”

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Another city to the north named Leatolos,” he said. “I have a surprise for you.”

You blinked at him, squeezing the elbow he’d offered you to hold. He turned you into a clothing store and you marveled at all of the beautiful dresses and shoes.

A small woman with wings appeared.

“How can I help you?” she asked, smiling.

“I need a coat warm enough for Leatolos for my partner,” he said and she beamed.

“Oh you’re headed north?” she asked while she gathered coats from hangers. “How lovely. Leatolos is the diamond of Ilirion. Have you been?”

Clark nodded.

“I have, but it’s my partner’s first time,” he explained and her eyes twinkled.

“Oh, you’re in for a nice surprise,” she said.

You tried on coats while Clark watched, his face holding a bemused smirk as you twirled in them for him.

“Pick what you like,” he insisted. “Don’t worry about the cost.”

You finally decided on a baby blue coat with a white fur lining. Clark bought you some gloves and a scarf as well before the little woman wrapped up your packages and sent you on your way.

“There’s one more thing we must do before we set out,” he said, guiding you to a very grand building that looked like it had something to do with the government.

Though when you’d soul swapped you could speak their native language, you couldn’t read their writing which was a little frustrating.

Holding the door open for you, he shuffled you inside and approached a counter manned by a bored looking fellow with only one eye in the middle of his head.

“What’s your business?” he huffed, seeming annoyed.

“I’d like to register my wife,” Clark said and your eyes widened at him.

You opened your mouth to correct him, but the wink he gave you said you ought to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Does she have an ID?” the one eye’d man asked.

“She’s a nymph,” he explained. “Can’t you see? Why would she have an ID? She’s from the old wood!”

The cyclops blinked at you as if he were seeing you for the first time.

“So you are,” he said looking back at Clark. “Allright, your ID then.”

Clark passed a document that looked like a passport book to him and the man turned his attention to it, pulling out some papers and stamps.

“State your name miss,” he said to you.

“(Y/N),” you said, unsure what was happening.

“That’s an odd name for a nymph,” he commented, lazily stamping something then passing a paper to you, you couldn’t read.

“Sign here,” he said handing you a pen.

You scribbled your name and he examined it before stamping it again.

“You’re now bound by the laws of Ilirion,” the cyclops explained. “There is a thirty day provisional period. As long as you don’t get into any trouble for the next month your citizenship will be official upon the new moon. If you’re found guilty of a crime, due to your nature spirit status, you’ll be deported to the nearest old wood. After the thirty day period you’ll be eligible for prosecution and can be interned in prison under the laws of the province. Understand?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he grunted passing Clark a little book similar to the one he’d presented. “That is your identification. I know you little nymphs aren’t good with documents so best let your husband keep it, hm?”

You nodded again.

“Best to you,” he said, waving the two of you away.

When you were outside you stared at Clark.

“You lied!” you gasped. “We aren’t married!”

He shrugged.

“We are now…It’s safer this way,” he assured you.

You wrinkled your brow.

“Nature spirits aren’t usually declared citizens of any realm,” he explained. “You exist in a bit of a bureaucratic gray area because so few leave the old wood to live life among the civilized. If I declare you my wife here, you are as long as you sign the form, which you did. If you’d like we can have a ceremony.”

You frowned at him, wondering what the circumstances were that Clark had convinced the old Y/N to give up her life in the woods. The nymphs you’d met so far all seemed adamant that living in the city was unnatural.

“Are you mad?” he asked, looking a little nervous, but you only sighed.

“No,” you pouted. “But it would have been nice if you asked.”

He nodded, sensible enough to at least look contrite.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he said. “Consider this our honeymoon. We can do whatever you like once we arrive in Leatolos. Come, I’ll get you something special right now to commemorate the day.”

He tugged you down the avenue to a jewelry shop and pulled you inside.

“Oh Clark! You don’t have to-” you gasped, looking around at all the glittering jewels.

“I do though,” he said, interrupting you. “I at least owe you a proper ring.”

“What can I help you with?” the naga shopkeeper asked.

“I need a ring for my new bride,” Clark declared, making you blush.

The naga smiled at the prospect of a big sale and hurried around to gather rings for you to look at. You were overwhelmed by all of the options. There were rings big and small, some gold, some sliver and a rainbow of stones. As you looked, your eyes kept being drawn to a certain one. Clark followed your gaze and picked it up.

“You like this one?” he asked and you had to nod.

It was rather simple, but very pretty with gold leaves surrounding a heart shaped stone.

“We’ll take it and a gold band for me,” he informed the jewler.

When he’d paid and the rings had been sized, Clark bent on one knee right then and there.

“Will you accept this ring and be my wife?” he asked.

Your cheeks burned and you nodded your head. He grinned, showing his sharp teeth and slid the ring on your finger. The naga wished you both traditional blessings and with all your business done, Clark shuffled you to where you would meet the carriage.

“It’s somewhat of a long trip,” he warned you, “but the countryside of Ilirion is pretty.”

He was correct, as you sat holding his hand, you watched the fields full of flowers and jewel toned forests slip past. Something was bothering you, however. You hated to ask again about the old (Y/N) but there was something about their story you were dying to know.

“Clark,” you said. “How did you convince the old (Y/N) to move into town?”

He paused for a moment before answering you.

“Are you sure you want to know?” he asked and you nodded.

“When I met her I was a little boy, maybe eight, and she was just a toddler,” he explained. “The old wood cared for her. The vines of the trees rocked her to sleep and the does fed her milk.That’s pretty normal for nature spirits.

I first saw her when I was hiding from Harri and Neia and I ran too deep into the old wood. They used to bully me, the whole town did, really, but they were the worst. I couldn’t fight back or I would have been booted out of the village.

The doctor gave me a bed to sleep in and meals, but she was busy so I spent most of my time wandering. Other than the doc, no one smiled at me. No one praised me or taught me lessons. They all assumed I’d move on when I was old enough and had stretched the doctor’s kindness as far as it would go.

So when (Y/N) smiled at me and toddled over to me as if she wasn’t the least bit afraid…I took her. I carried her back to the doctor and she fell asleep in my arms.

The doctor told me to put her back, that nature spirits belonged in the old wood, but Harri had seen me with her and told his father. The mayor wanted a nymph in town for obvious reasons so he insisted that we keep her.

He even gave me praise for capturing her, which made me happy. The town treated me like a real citizen after that. When she was little (Y/N) would only let me hold her. It took time for her to get acclimated to the village, so my position was secured. Eventually, maybe to get rid of me, or maybe out of kindness, I’ll never know, they sent me to Ilirion to learn to be a mage.

Only, when I came back…things were different.”

He stared out of the window, sadly.

“Anyway, after everything that happened as we all grew up, I wondered if what I did was wrong…I lived up to the stereotypes about my kind. I stole a baby and Harri never let me forget it, though it was due to me he and (Y/N) ever even met.”

He looked down at you, brushing your cheek.

“I hope you’re not disappointed in me,” he sighed.

“How could I be?” you asked. “It doesn’t sound like you ever really harmed the other (Y/N) and you were just a lonely little boy.”

He hummed and smiled at you.

“You’re so incredibly understanding,” he sighed, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

His kiss wasn’t delicate. It was needy and bruising. He clutched you to him as if he could become one with you. His tongue licked your lips and his sharp teeth nibbled the flesh, willing you to let him in. When your lips parted his tongue moved against yours as if he planned to devour you.

There was the sound of tearing fabric and you felt cool air against your chest as he ripped the dress he’d bought for you open to get to your skin.

“Clark,” you hummed between kisses, but he didn’t stop.

“I need you (Y/N)” he almost whined, but mostly demanded.

His hands were all over your body, stroking and squeezing the flesh. He pulled his head back, turning his attention to tearing your clothes to shreds.

“I need to fill you,” he hissed. “I need to claim you.”

He tossed you against the cushioned coach bench, pulling your legs open with his claws and burying his face in your cunt. His long tongue roughly forced its way into your channel and you squealed from the intrusion. Your squeal quickly shifted to a moan as he worked his way inside you, licking and lapping up your juices.

“I’m already yours,” you sighed as his claws pricked the soft skin of your thighs.

“Show me you love me,” he demanded. “Show me you’ll never leave me. I don’t want to live if you’re going to leave me.”

You cupped his chin in your hand, gently guiding the blank mask of his face up to you.

“Why would I leave you?” you assured him. “You’re all I have in this world, no?”

The red slash of his mouth crashed into yours. The part of you that still clung to the old world you knew was aware that Clark’s obsession with you was…not healthy. You knew he shouldn’t love you the way he did. You’d only been together for a few days and he made you his wife without even asking…but you were alone. You knew very little of the world around you and you were frightened. So you let yourself be his. Any therapist would have called it toxic. Your friends and family wouldn’t approve, but just as he wanted to cling to you, you wanted to cling to him too.

“Bite me,” you whispered and his cherry red eyes met yours.

“What?” he asked and you pulled the rest of the fabric at your shoulder away.

“Bite me here,” you said, letting a finger run down a long sharp tooth. “I’ll carry your mark. Will that convince you that I’m not going to leave?”

He smiled and his eyes glinted. What you were doing was madness, but you barrelled forward anyway.

“It won’t hurt,” he said in that lilting tone he took sometimes. “I’ll make it good for you.”

Instead of digging his teeth in right away, his head dropped to your breasts to lick and suck your nipples. Your back arched and you gasped at the attention.

“Yes, yes, Clark, please!” you whined as he formed his claws back into fingers to stuff them inside of your weeping slit.

When you were writhing in front of him, so close to reaching your end, he replaced his fingers with his thick cock. Spearing you, he pounded you into the cushion. His strokes were ragged and desperate, while his clawed hand wrapped around your neck.

You spiralled towards an orgasm you couldn’t stop, screaming his name as he bit into your shoulder. It didn’t hurt at all, just a bit of pressure as your body came unraveled around him. His cum filed your pussy, mixing with your own fluids. He licked the wound, reveling in the taste of your blood in his mouth. He wanted every inch of you to be marked for him, but would be satisfied with this bit.

“Mmm,” you hummed, curling into his embrace.

While you drifted to sleep, he carefully cleaned your wound and wrapped it with a bandage. By morning it would stop bleeding and you’d be left with a scar the shape of his teeth. He smiled down at your dozing form, so pleased with you.

How could he have ever torn himself apart over the other (Y/N)? You were so far superior. You loved him. You accepted him. You trusted him.

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d3caynluv · 8 months

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BLOOD SOIL is the 2nd full album of the Angelico co-ed group Pushing Daises released on November 1st, 2023 alongside their short film by the same name. The album consists of 11 tracks with "Catch me" and "Frostbite" being the title tracks. The group promoted the album for two months, ending promotions with 750,000 copies sold worldwide and 8 music show trophies between the two songs.

The album is entirely self-composed, written, and produced by the members of Pushing Daisies, citing to have very little help from outside forces with this album. A majority of their creative direction for this comeback was under their leader, Zasha, who wrote and directed their short film as well.

TW: HORROR IMAGERY + FAKE BLOOD!

TRACK OO1. INTRO: HOMECOMING

TRACK OO2. ALWAYS FOREVER

TRACK OO3. LEAP OF FAITH

TRACK OO4. CATCH ME

TRACK OO5. ORIGINAL SIN

TRACK OO6. SIDE EFFECTS

TRACK OO7. FROSTBITE

TRACK OO8. GOLDEN AGE

TRACK OO9. TWIN HOTEL BEDS

TRACK O1O. ALL I DO IS RUN

TRACK O11. OUTRO: THIS IS THE END

Pushing Daisies were styled by Nakyung who drew inspiration from dollcore and the southern gothic aesthetic. Nakyung also did their hair and makeup, which were heavily influenced by dolls and horror movies.

OO1. Biggest moment for them this era was when the Blood Soil short film was aired at the Sundance Film Festivle. Blood Soil would go on to win "Short Film Grand Jury Prize" making them the first Angelico Artist to take home an American based film award. Their reaction to winning the award would go viral as all the members looked stunned and confused, looking around like a mistake had been made before going to accept their award.

OO2. They brought back their beloved reality series "BEYOND THE GRAVE" and ran for ten episodes. The members went on various adventures throughout the show's run such as getting locked in an escape room together, visiting famous haunted locations around the world, undergoing a test to discover if they have any supernatural abilities or sensitivities, gathering around a campfire or in a dimly lit room to share their own ghost stories or paranormal experiences, spending a night at a reputedly haunted hotel, watching their favorite horror movies together, and many more freaky adventures wherever Angelico decided to send the group.

OO3. The group kept their social media activeee during this era! Zasha went live on their YouTube channel where she went over her entire creative process behind Blood Soil and shared personal anecdotes and inspirations behind the lyrics of the album. She read excerpts from her personal diary during this live, showing drawings and sketches of the characters and outfits she envisioned for this project. It was very insightful and intimate experience for fans.

OO4. Nakyung and Elliot were the most promoted members, as usual, the pair becoming Inkigayo MCees which fans ate up. They would go viral for interacting with groups they used to be a part of or were almost a part of. A picture of Nakyung smiling brightly while Sena of Venus side eyes her was a big hit amongst Mysies who know how to take a joke unlike constellations, who didn't find it funny. While introducing STARZIE, Elliot would make a joke about almost being in the lineup, saying: "Here's the group I was rigged out of, Starzie!" And while the members were able to take the joke, Elliot would have to apologize to netizens on his Instagram story later that night.

OO5. That wasn't the only scandal that hit the group this comeback! Yeojun would be spotted leaving a club with Lunarix member Evie, causing a frenzy online and disputes between the group's fanbases. Angelico would swiftly release a statement but would avoid discussing the relationship status of the idols, only addressing that the club they went to was a reputable club and neither one of them engaged in "inappropriate activities". Still, both Yeojun and Evie would release apologies, stating they were close friends and were just hanging out. After this, Yeojun would be notably quiet for the rest of the promotions.

OO6. The group would get matching tattoos towards the end of the promotions, vlogging the whole experience and even sharing the design on their social media for fans to get the same design if they wanted to. The design was a simple daisy with a single falling petal. Many netizens saw this move as inappropriate as it "promoted getting tattoos" to their "young and impressional" fanbase. The group didn't address this stirr through Zasha would post a selfie with her tattoo on her story with the caption "get jobs" which many fans found hilarious.

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scaly-freaks · 3 months

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Daisy you can't just put an 'Aegon is the sugar baby au' out there and not tell us more????

I'm so sorry, this is going to be long

Okay so it's actually a really sweet AU. Amara isn't that rich, but she's 22 and hasn't lost her virginity yet and she just wants it gone, you know? But she also doesn't want to do it with anyone she knows because they're all losers and/or just not men she wants to 'gift' it to since it'll boost their ego way too much. She wants her V-card taken and also to learn how to have sex without any pressure or emotions or where is this going?

So...she clicks the first male escort site in London she sees. Ews her way through it because a lot of them are definitely just men who think 'oh yay, I get to fuck for money.' Aegon's profile seems very similar to them, but he does look like Billy Idol and she's always loved him, plus he jokes about his own height and says he makes up for it in inches elsewhere (in retrospect, it's not that funny but he's the cutest guy on there so she forgives it).

Anyway, he turns up without knowing what she looks like, and since she said she's pretty young, he's kind of expecting...well...you know. Something is up with her, and he's waiting to find out what (because his usual clients are older women, well put together, high-flying job who don't really care for or have time for relationships and he's a lovely piece of arm candy).

Turns up, sees her, eyes do the BOYOYOYOYING thing that cartoon characters do when they're in lust (love). She's like errrrrr shall I put the money on the table and he snorts and says if you want me to feel like a hooker on a street corner sure. She immediately gets embarrassed and apologises and he reassures her that it's fine, she pays his employer first not him, and that the rest of his clients tend to put a standing order up straight to his account once it's a set arrangement.

At that point she almost backs out because she's like god, what the fuck am I doing? And he can tell she's going to chicken out, but that'd be him losing money since there's no time to book anyone else in for the night. So, he says he saw board games down in the hotel lounge, and they can go play for a bit if she wants. She's like or we could get drunk, that way it'd be easier and he's like well no, because I'm not allowed to get drunk on the job, and I'm definitely not having sex with you if you're drunk, besides do you really want to forget your first time?

So they go downstairs, find a board game (maybe Cluedo because I like the funny little pieces) and start playing. Aegon talks to her the whole time, puts her at ease, starts asking about her life, uni, etc etc. Asks her why she chose to go with an escort for her first time, and Amara slowly opens up more and more because let's be honest, Aegon has TGC's charisma, he can charm anyone into relaxing.

She suddenly says she's hungry, and since she did pay him for the whole night (btw...he doesn't come cheap, it's £3000 for the night, so she definitely went impulse mode on this one), Aegon agrees and suggests the restaurant next door which is bougie and whatnot, but Amara disagrees and wants to go to the Turkish kebab place she saw on the corner.

Since they're both kinda dressed up, just imagine them squatting outside the brightly lit, neon sign of the fast food place sharing a kebab and gossiping about what they think the people in the block of flats opposite are talking about/doing (most of the windows don't even have curtains). Anyway, she's getting that pit in her stomach again, because now it's like...okay, at some point you're going to have to go back to the hotel and do it otherwise it's a waste of the money you spent. She doesn't say anything though, and Aegon is the one to gently bring it up and then she just nods and goes along with it. He kinda figures out pretty quickly that whereas his other clients are more than comfortable giving instruction and know what they want, it'll be the opposite with her. So, he slips into the 'leading' role so to speak and when they get back to the hotel, Amara tries to think of something to say to break the silence, but before she can, he kisses her. Like a proper 80s movie, pressing her into the wall, hands in her hair, the ideal first kiss of a girl's dream kinda kiss.

She whispers out an oh okay and he laughs and kisses her again because she's round-eyed, with this goofy expression of surprise, and her hands are clutching his wrists like a life line and well, why wouldn't you want to kiss her.

Anyway, whole bag of tricks comes out for the night. There's a hilarious moment where she panics and almost slaps him to get off when his fingers are inside her because she's never managed to give herself a g-spot orgasm so it felt like she was going to pee. But Aegon is like SHUSH and keeps her flat before going voila, see what did I tell you? He does it a couple more times so she can get used to the feeling, but that also has the drawback of making her tired and she's like okay, this was fun, now I'm going to sleep. And he's just there like ??????????? tf it is, you paid 3000 for the whole thing, and guess what, I'm giving you the whole thing (the whole thing being his dick ofc). Rouses her with kisses all over her body and suddenly she realises she's not that tired after all (well, would you look at that) and the actual virginity taking part happens. It's pretty standard for male escorts to take viagra but he doesn't for her because he's positive she's not going to be able to keep it up for long (at least not for her first time). Even SO, he manages to get it up again a couple more times after the first in pretty quick succession (that's never happened without the aid of drugs) so Amara gets to try several positions and actually have someone fuck her right, rather than fumbling with someone who lacks the practice.

Also something about Aegon in this AU is that he can't ever sleep with his clients for some reason. Insomnia strikes, and if they're asleep next to him because they paid for him to stay over, he's usually wide awake. But he conks right out next to her, and in the morning, gives her another round, which she forgets to even question whether that's extra (it's not, it was more his freebie to her shall we say).

And then she's all like OKAY THAT WAS FUN all hyper and bouncy and excited, because now she knows what sex feels like and she can finally just be relaxed and confident when she meets someone she likes. But Aegon has this weird pit in his stomach (just like she did last night) because he kinda doesn't wanna leave? He's experienced that with another client before, but this feels more pronounced, especially when he's sitting sleepy-eyed and smiling in bed and she's dancing around putting on her clothes after a shower. He almost wants to ask if she'll call him again, but that's against the whole etiquette thing of the agency so he doesn't say a word, but he really hopes she will.

Weirdly enough, Amara is the one that ends up saying she won't because she really just impulse purchased him and her parents have money, but not the kind of money where she can afford Aegon whenever she wants (plus they'll get suspicious if she asks for that set amount off them regularly). But realistically, she doesn't even want to call him again, because she genuinely saw this as a transaction, and that's what hits him like a truck. Usually, he's the one who has to keep the clients from getting attached. But last night, when she was under him, all whispery and nervous and doll-eyed, he fell into the mistake of letting it feel too real in his head, and now she's the one who's completely disconnected herself now that the job is done.

ARGHRGHRHGRHGRHG I actually don't know where else it would go from here, but the first night felt vivid af in my head when I saw those photos of TGC.

anyway, here's pictures of tom that perfectly fit the vibe and since i don't have a set face claim for amara, have the drawing i drew (again)

#aegon x amara #asks #aegon is the sugar baby au #aegon ii x oc #aegon x oc #my oc: amara

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nocasdatsgay · 8 months

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The Price You Pay For Power Ch. 3

Pairing: Neris

Word Count: 3767 | Warnings: Beron, minor NC slander because of Beron| Chapter Rating: T

Story Summary: Eris revises his bargain with Rhysand: Nesta for Autumn Healers. He agrees and Nesta is sent to Autumn under the guise as Eris’s new bride in order to assist with removing Beron for good. Now she has to navigate a new court and also decide just how much she will trust her new husband

AN: I am terrible with descriptions but I think I did okay with this chapter. Shout out to google so I could look up smells and color palettes

Chapter Summary: Nesta enters the Forest House and is forced to swear loyalty to Autumn

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Eris did not wait for her. He walked ahead, hands behind his back. She picked up the skirt of her dress to keep it off the dirt path. She followed him up the stairs, doing her best to keep her head high and back stiff. They made it to the doors and Eris nodded to the guards.

The large hall that appeared through the doors was nothing like anything Nesta had seen before. High vaulted ceiling with panels of windows to the right and left almost floor to ceiling. Like a brightly lit tunnel that would lead her to her doom. The ceiling was a light gold, beams dark wood. A long, large ornate rug, colorful as the Autumn trees with gold, orange, and rust red swirls stretched out to the end where the hall split to left and right corridors. There was another set of large doors at the end of the hall, closed.

Eris stopped and looked at her. “The throne room is at the end there. I will escort you to your rooms. I wasn’t lying when I said you smelled.”

Of course she was forced to be made presentable- acceptable to their standards. Like she always was.

His eyes raked over her. “The servants will provide you with less drab clothing.”

“I will wear what you ask but I want to keep this dress,” she looked down her nose at him, heart beating fast. One of the few dresses she owned that she loved.

He considered her for a moment. “No one will be taking your dress from you.”

“Good.”

The moment of silence that followed, and she held his gaze wondering if he would lash out at her. Instead he broke first, turning and walking towards the end of the hall. She followed him. The house was a maze and definitely more like a castle than a ‘house’. Numerous doors lined each hall they passed through, no windows to be seen save for the first staircase they ascended.

“Who all resides here?” She dared to ask as they walked.

“Autumn families have always been large, second to Winter. My brothers and I all have a set of chambers of our own. Some prominent court members and their families live here as well. Servants reside on the farthest end.” They ascended another staircase. “There is a large courtyard and orchard in the center. The house surrounds it.”

This hallway only had four doors, spaced greatly apart from one another. They stopped at the first one on the right.

“These will be your chambers.” Eris opened the door and held it for her, guiding her in.

The door opened to a massive sitting room. The walls were cream colored, the beams similar to the ones in the entry hall lined the roof. A sole large window graced the wall in front of them with a sitting cushion on the window sill. There was a door to the left. Nesta assumed it led to her bed chambers. A fireplace was stationed centered to the right from that door. It had a beautiful onyx mantel. The polished wooden floors were covered with large burnt orange rugs.

A couch, sitting tables, plush chairs- her eyes ran over them with disinterest. Then she gasped when she glanced at the right wall. The entire wall was shelves covered in books with potted flowers scattered in between. She was not Elain and could not tell what most of them were; she only knew they were beautiful to look at. She recognized the roses and the daisies, though their coloring was something she’d never seen before.

Eris’s voice drew her out of her thoughts. “Is it to your standards?”

“I suppose it will have to be,” she replied without thinking, sarcasm getting the better of her. She looked back at Eris and couldn’t read his expression so she added, “Yes. It is.”

“Through that door,” he nodded his head to the left. “Is a hall. You’ll have a study, bathing chamber and bed chamber.” He paused. “There is a door that leads to an empty room in your bedchambers. You won’t have to worry about it.”

“What is it?”

Though his expression was unchanged save for a slight crinkle of his nose when he replied, “A nursery.”

Right, Nesta thought. She let the realization wash through her- she remembered this was for show.

“And your rooms?” She asked.

“Across the hall.” He waved his hand and she felt the magic casted in the room. “Your rooms will be warded but only for tonight.” He then reached into the air and pulled forth a pouch. He held it out to her.

“What is this?” She said, taking it slowly. It felt full of coins.

“Your wages.”

She frowned. “You’re paying me?”

Nesta looked back at the coin purse in her hand with a harder scowl. It felt wrong to accept it. It reminded her of solstice; money in exchange for the presence of her body, like a common whore.

“Would you rather I pay Rhsyand?” Eris’s voice brought her back to the present. When she didn’t respond, he smirked. “I suspected you’d want to save your actual wages. I will provide them to you for every week you’re present. You will have access to my accounts once we are wed for anything you’ll need while here.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll run up your tab?” She didn’t stop the bitterness that laced her remark.

He studied her for a moment. Something flashed across his features. Nesta swore it was a brief understanding.

“My credit is only good within this court and honestly- it would not hurt for some of the money to go back where it belongs. Just don’t spend a thousand marks in one go and no one will be the wiser.” Eris added, “we may be getting married but you are working. I can’t speak for your high lord but I pay the people who work for me, female or not.”

Nesta scowled at his tone but didn’t comment on his remark. Thankfully a knock came at the door.

“You brought that with you, understood?” Eris said sternly, glancing down at the purse. She nodded and he went to the door.

Two females came in, heads bowed and not looking up. They were pale like Eris, but their hair was a deep brown. She could see their ears poking out their hair. They were high fae. They wore plain ruby red linen dresses, with white aprons. Eris looked down at them with contempt.

“These are the assigned servants for your chambers.” Nesta’s eyes widened at the horrible realization. “They will help dress you. I’ll retrieve you for dinner shortly.”

Nesta only nodded. She felt her shoulders relax when he slipped out the door and shut it. She looked at the servants, who still did not lift their heads.

“I’m Nesta,” she said, breaking the silence. They didn’t reply. “Do you have names? You can stand up straight, I won't harm you.”

She watched their heads tilt towards each other. Finally one of them spoke.

“We are not allowed to look our betters in their eyes, Lady Nesta.” The one on the left whispered. “It’s easier if you simply pretend we aren’t here.”

Nesta frowned. “I don’t want for you to be in trouble but I would like to at least be able to address you. If that’s acceptable.”

Another pause and the other female spoke. “My name is Opal.”

“Opal. And you?” Nesta didn’t want to push but she also did not wish to say ‘you, female’ any time she needed something.

She shifted her feet. “You may call me Lynn, if that’s acceptable.”

“Lynn. Pleasure to meet you, Opal and Lynn.” Nesta let her shoulders relax. She didn’t realize she had held them tensely. “I was told you would help me get ready for this evening.”

“Yes,” Opal nodded.

They both lifted their heads finally but neither looked her in the eyes. Nesta did not have time to linger her gaze; both went to the door to the right and opened it to walk through. It was a small hall. Eris was correct that there was an open study, with a desk and more sitting chairs. The hall ended in another door.

She followed them through and her eyes widened. The bedroom was enormous. The four post bed was as large as the ones made to hold the Illyrians. A blood red duvet and matching pillows covered it with a peak of white sheets folded over at the top. There were red curtains tied to the headposts. Near the bed was a privacy panel. It was decorated in a simple fashion to the rug in the entry hall.

Two doors were on opposite ends. The one on the right was opened. She could see the tiled floor and assumed it was the bathing chambers. Which meant the other door was the nursery. She decided she would avoid it. The two girls scattered, one to the bathing chamber and the other to one of two massive wooden wardrobes along the wall. Nesta watched her open the doors and her eyes widened at the amount of dresses inside.

“Lady Nesta. I was informed you will need to wear blue. Once you are finished with your bath, would you like to choose your dress or would you prefer we lay out the options?”

Opal kept her eyes to the ground. She could at least see her face now. Opal had a round face, small lips, simple nose, and wide flat cheeks. Nesta’s mother would have called her plain.

“Lay out the options.” It was easier than she thought to slip into the persona she held when she was human and running the household. “I prefer long sleeves and a modest bodice.”

Opal nodded. Nesta left her and went to the bathing room. It was the most plain room, white tiles and a large tub, sink, and toilet. Lynn was bent over running the water and Nesta stared at the tub. She could bathe now without much issue but already being on edge made old thoughts skirt the outer edges of her mind. She stepped forward and saw the water was already close to where she would be comfortable.

“That will be enough.” Lynn startled and turned off the faucet. She knew she sounded condescending but she couldn’t let them think she was weak. “I would like to bathe on my own, thank you.”

Unlike Opal she did not lift her head. She curtsied and went quickly out the door. Nesta went to the door and shut it. She took a deep breath and looked back to the tub. She walked up to the tub and stuck her hand in the water. It was too warm- almost scalding. With a quick debate in her mind, she decided she would weather it.

Bathing was easier once she was in the water. She scrubbed at her skin until it turned pink. The smell of the soap caught her off guard. It had a faint wooden undertone, but mostly smelt of vanilla and something citrus. A strange combination; something she would not have anticipated for Autumn. Yet it worked. She refused to wash her hair as she did not have the time to dry it. Eris could fuss at her if he wanted to.

Nesta found a robe to wear once she was done and dried. She came out with her dress on her arm and found the maids had laid out two dresses on the bed. She sat her own dress and coin purse from Eris on one of the end tables.

Opal came up to her. “I spoke with the other servants and Lord Eris requested you pick from the two.” She gestured to the bed.

“Was he in here?”

“No my Lady,” she shook her head, downcast eyes wide. “He specified the color.”

Nesta wrinkled her nose. “Will he always be choosing the color?”

“No, my Lady. That is the Lady of Autumn who manages the weekly dinner color schemes.”

Nesta hummed and looked at the dresses. They were both a varying shade of dark teal, more blue than green. She picked up the one on the left and studied it. It was warmer in tone and would probably look better against her skin. The sleeves were long as requested; high neckline and a faux corset when she turned it. The fabric was soft but thick. Simple and safe.

“I will be fine with this one.” She looked back at Opal. “Where is Lynn?”

“She went to retrieve some refreshments for you.”

“And how much longer until dinner?”

Nesta stayed and ate lunch with her sisters one last time before leaving. It was Feyre’s request; it postponed the meeting with Eris by at least three hours. Of which Cassian and Rhys made themselves scarce while she and her sisters contemplated on what information Nesta could gather while there.

And what horrors might await her.

“In a few hours. However I was requested to help you get ready as soon as possible. Shall I help you into your dress, Lady Nesta?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Nesta ended up being thankful for the help. Two layers- her underthings and a shift, were required before she was helped into the dress. It was as heavy as she anticipated. Lynn came back with a pitcher of water and some fruit. Nesta muttered her thanks and the female scampered off again. Opal left once the dress was tied and new white heeled boots laced onto her feet.

Now she simply had to wait with nothing to do.

She went to leave but a noise startled her. A letter had landed on her bed. She froze for a moment, before grabbing it and ripping it open. Her chest was in knots seeing it was Gwyn.

Nesta

I went and waited for Cassian to return the moment I got your letter. I was wondering why training was canceled. I’m livid I didn’t get to say goodbye. He did clear a few things up once I was able to corner him. You should have seen him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cassian cower before. He says we need to be vigilant on how we communicate and what we say. I wish you could see my eyes rolling as I write this. I suppose I should congratulate you on your marriage. I wish I could be there with you as you take this next step. Emerie too. I didn’t see her today but she wrote to me to discuss your announcement.

We love you Nesta. I hope we can visit sometime after your ‘honeymoon period’.

Nesta held the letter close to her chest. Tears welled in her eyes, from what she couldn’t pinpoint. It was possibly the notion that her nor Emerie were angry with her. Or that her friend left the library to hunt Cassian down. She pulled it back and looked it over again.

She needed to learn how to send letters through magic. She dreaded what Eris would ask in return for such assistance. She folded the letter and placed it under her dress and coin purse. She didn’t need the maids seeing it and reporting her.

Satisfied, she left her bedroom and went to the sitting chamber. She was startled to find Eris waiting for her. His coat was the same color as her dress, his pants the same white as her boots. Oddly, it didn’t wash him out. If anything it made him look somewhat appealing. His eyes raked over her quickly. Nesta scowled when he leaned in towards her and sniffed the air.

“You smell better. That alone is a vast improvement.”

“I cannot say the same for you,” she replied, crossing her arms. “I was told dinner was in a few hours.”

“It is. However, we’re meeting my family in the throne room. Beron is going to make you swear your allegiance.”

“And if I don’t want to?”

“You don’t have a choice,” Eris replied darkly. “Come, or we will be late.”

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The throne room reminded her of the one in Hewn City. Only the pillars mimicked massive tree trunks and the tile was crimson red. At the end of the room sat Beron on a golden throne. His wife sat beside him on his left and the Vansera brothers flanked both sides. All of them except for Beron, wore varying shades of the same dark blue she and Eris wore.

Nesta’s gaze lingered on a female she didn’t recognize next to one of the stocker brothers at the end. Her dark blonde hair looked out of place amongst the row of dark brown and red hair. That must be the wife Eris mentioned. Soon Nesta would be up there looking just as out of place.

Eris walked in front of her and stopped a few feet from the steps to the dais. Nesta stood behind him.

“High Lord Beron,” Eris said, cutting through the silence. “I formally present my betrothed, Nesta Archeron.”

Nesta curtised.

“Nesta Archeron,” Beron’s voice rang out through the hall. “My son told me you accepted his proposal. Quite a shock you willingly left the Night Court.”

Nesta did not reply. That seemed the correct thing to do. Beron stood and came down the steps, stopping in front of them.

“You will swear your loyalty to me if you wish to remain in this house.”

Just like with Rhysand, she felt the pull. The fae part of her wanting to submit. She curtsied deeper than before and bowed her head.

“I swear my allegiance to the Autumn Court. And it’s high lord.”

Ancient magic washed over her. She tried to not vomit from it. She straightened and stared Beron in the eyes. He sneered at her.

“Show me your powers, girl.”

Nesta’s eyes widened. He laced his words as a command. She looked at Eris beside her. He simply nodded at her. Could he not see the fear in her eyes? Gwyn’s voice was suddenly loud in her mind. I am the rock against which the surf crashes. She repeated it in her mind. Numbly she held out her left hand. She kept repeating the phrase and she dug deep into herself. To the part she buried for so long. It seemed like everyone in the room waited on bated breath. Finally a silver ball of flame manifested itself.

Beron approached her, his hand covered in flames. He held out his own flaming hand over hers. She extinguished her own fire before he could touch it.

“I agreed to allow Eris to bring you here because the crone Briallyn has expressed her desire for you.” He lowered his hand, putting out his own flames. “She thinks you are the reason her youth was stolen in the cauldron.”

Nesta lowered her own arm and stood still, back straight and unmoving. She did not answer him. A test.

Beron chuckled to himself darkly. “I think you’re a valuable asset. Much more valuable here than with her. Much more valuable alive. After the wedding, you will show me where on a map this prized city Rhysand has kept secret is located. You will explain to me its inner workings.”

Nesta laughed. She didn’t even stop when rage graced Beron’s features and flames rose in his eyes.

“High Lord, I was the eldest daughter of a wealthy merchant. I was raised to marry and run a household. To bear children. I do not know how to read a map nor do I understand the workings of a city like Velaris. It was not becoming of a female to do so.”

The lie fell easily off her tongue. Beron did not seem to buy it.

“Your sister is High Lady.” He said it with such venom she almost recoiled. You were at the High Lord’s meeting and you were present during the war.”

“I was forced to be present for the war. My sister being High Lady has nothing to do with my own abilities. And even then, they are incomparable.”

“What exactly are you suggesting?”

Nesta needed to play this right. Beron was scrutinizing every word she spoke to find a fault. She wished she could glare at Eris. He could have warned her. She calmed herself and responded.

“I am suggesting Rhysand is a fool. My youngest sister was practically raised feral. Youngest and least beautiful of three daughters; my mother had no time nor the patience for her. She didn’t even know how to read until recently. He puts her on a pedestal because she is his mate. He lets her play pretend. She only understands a map herself because it has pictures.”

One of the brothers snickered at her comment and Nesta felt the bile in her throat. She prayed to whatever gods were listening that if this got back to Feyre, she would understand. Understand she said these things to keep them all safe. However, she kept going, her harsh tongue knowing no end once it began.

“Rhysand despises me. I was not allowed into the city. I was sequestered to a house built into the side of a mountain. House of Wind, he called it. The only way out being ten thousand steps or to be flown down. Punishment for my sister’s inability to read and her feral behavior which got her caught by a fae in the first place. He forced me to work in its library. The only time I was allowed to leave was during Solstice. I was flown directly to their home and only at Feyre’s request. He was looking for an excuse to be rid of me without killing me.”

Beron studied her for a moment, taking in her words. “Show me your flames again. This time do not extinguish them.”

She did not let her expression change as she held her arm out again. The flames came forth easier this time. Beron manifested an apple. He reached over her hand and dropped it into the flame- onto her palm. Nesta willed it to not burn- to not turn to ash. She had no understanding of her powers and she knew whatever Beron saw, he would use against her.

Her power cooperated.

He plucked the apple out of her hand and turned it, studying it. She let her flames die and hoped he would not punish her for it. He finally looked back at her, a gleam she couldn’t place in his eye.

“Welcome, Lady Nesta. I look forward to having you as my newest daughter-in-law.”

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kurishiri · 3 months

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15 . . . main story

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: mental breakdowns.

Around the time when the darkness of the night consumed the sky, we stood beneath the gas-lit lampposts of London.

Kate: So, this is the place where the auction will take place.

Elbert: That’s right...

The venue where the auction, hosted by Mister Bernard, would take place was a luxury hotel that was just recently built.

(It is a place someone like me doesn’t often come by...)

(...but for an auction that is selling illegally obtained goods, it’s quite a dignified place...)

(I believe William mentioned that it was connected to the leaders of England, so a lot of deals and transactions could be done illicitly.)

Elbert: ...Kate.

E: On the surface, this will be a relatively normal salon party...

E: ...so, I don’t think the people of the Company will harm the attendees.

E: But please stay close to me.

His arms wrapped around my lower back, making my heart sweetly throb.

Kate: Alright, and that goes for you, too, Lord Elbert.

K: If you ever start to feel uncomfortable or unwell, please tell me.

I made it clear through my words that I had remembered the time at the other party when Lord Elbert had been touched so directly that it made his face pale.

Elbert: ......I’ll be fine.

(...I thought he’d answer like that.)

It was clear from his answer that he couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t hurt himself, and I gave him a bitter smile in return.

We entered the venue upon being guided by a manager.

Within the brightly illuminated hall, there were light foods and alcohol scattered around, and more and more people started to gather.

Kate: There’s a lot of people here...

Elbert: You’re right... it seems that the amount of ‘collectors’ in the country has increased more than I had thought.

(I wonder just how many attendees here... know that the goods were obtained through illegal means.)

(Or that this organization also does human trafficking.)

(Or that innocent people like Daisy were sacrificed in the shadows...)

When I looked at the people jubilantly smiling among the grand decor, a dreary feeling flooded my heart.

(No matter if they knew or not...)

(Regardless, that doesn’t change the fact that there is such a large amount of people here who supported these evil deeds.)

And, there were probably just as much people who were victims to the organization like Daisy, and I just didn’t know about them.

Elbert: ...Kate.

Kate: ...! Yes?

Elbert: You just have to look at me, and me alone.

Kate: Eh...?

Elbert: We will buy the blue diamond at the auction.

E: And the top of the Company will probably show himself then, with the transaction contract. We should be able to meet him then.

E: I’ll take care of the mission somehow, so...

When Lord Elbert explained the mission so matter-of-factly, a small smile suddenly played on his lips.

Elbert: So, please... don’t just think about things that are hard to bear.

E: You can just, look at me.

(...Could it be...)

(...he knew that I was thinking about the Company and Daisy...?)

(I’m sure Lord Elbert is feeling a lot of things in a place like this, too...)

But he was still considerate toward me, trying to distract me from my own negative emotions, and I felt my chest tighten.

(His kindness really... truly, knows no bounds.)

Kate: I will...I always will, Lord Elbert.

(...so that you can realize your own sadness and suffering.)

Elbert: ...Mn.

(Ah... come to think of it,)

(It looks like there is nobody approaching Lord Elbert anymore...)

Usually, there were gazes of appreciation and murmurs of admiration directed toward Lord Elbert,

but seeing that there weren’t such people here, I let out a sigh of relief.

Male guest: The blue diamond... I would really like to see it.

Female guest: Hehe, I wonder who will be the lucky one to get their hands on it.

It seemed tonight’s collectors were crazy about the blue diamond.

(In order to meet the top of the Company, Gabriel Bernard,)

(we, too, need that blue diamond.)

Kate: ...I hope, everything goes smoothly.

Elbert: That... won’t be a problem.

E: If it’s something that can be bought with money, all we have to do is pay its price.

—— Time skip ——

The air was chilly in the windowless room, and greed seemed to swirl around like a whirlpool.

Auctioneer: And next up, we have a necklace which was owned by a certain historical great! We’ll be starting this one off at three thousand pounds!

Historical items, paintings that looked as though they had been stolen from an art museum, an exotic white tiger...

As many beautiful things were brought up to the stage one after another,

the ‘collectors’ raised their paddles with their numbers written on it high into the air.

And as though the pieces on stage were being swallowed up by their greed, they were bought off, one after another.

(Really... how did they get their hands on all of this...?)

I started to feel down when I imagined ways they obtained these items — ways I had no chance knowing. But each time I did so, I would encourage myself otherwise.

(Right now, I have to focus on the mission.)

(Because, whether we are able to put an end to their evil deeds once and for all hinged on whether we could catch Gabriel Bernard by the tail.)

The greed and excitement soon escalated within the venue——

Until, at last, the special showcase was displayed.

(That’s...)

Auctioneer: This is the illusory treasure — our most greatest one too — the blue diamond! This one starts at ten thousand pounds!

(T-ten thousand!?)

Even the salary of those who work at a high end bank, which was around two thousand pounds at most a year, paled in comparison to this.

(After all, it’s 5 times their salary... and that’s the starting price.)

The price was in such a different league that it didn’t seem real.

Elbert: ......

Amid the voices reverberating in the venue, Lord Elbert steadily raised his paddle.

(...H-how are we going to pay for this...)

(Maybe Victor can withdraw money from the national treasury...? Or does Lord Elbert have enough funds to pay for it...?)

It’s not as though I’m the one paying for this, yet I can’t help but panic.

Auctioneer: We have bids at ten thousand! Is there anyone who wants to bid 10,500? That’s 10,500 pounds!

Several peoples’ paddles lowered.

Auctioneer: 10,600! That’s 10,600 pounds...!

More peoples’ paddles lowered.

Auctioneer: Ten thousand... seven hundred!

As the price continued to increase, the number of paddles that stayed up decreased in turn.

Gentleman attendee: ...Hey now, just how much higher is the price going to increase...

Madam attendee: The price of that blue diamond right now could buy a whole castle.

When the price exceeded 20,000 pounds, I could feel the people’s excitement in the venue seem to scorch into my skin.

The blue diamond was resting atop a dark blue velvet cloth, glittering beneath the spotlight.

Tanned man: ...29,000!

Auctioneer: W-we have a bid at 29,000...! Is there anyone else...!?

Elbert: ......

There were only two people left who had their paddles raised in the air.

The first was Lord Elbert, and the other was a man who appeared to be a merchant with tan skin, jewels adorning his attire.

Whether it was out of fear or excitement, the man’s breathing grew more haggard, in contrast to Lord Elbert, who was so quiet, he may have been devoid of life or vitality.

Elbert: ...30,000 pounds.

His voice was smooth as he continued holding his paddle up, and the whole venue gasped in surprise.

Auctioneer: T-that’s 30,000 pounds...! Going once, going twice...

Tanned man: Gh...

The man who looked like a merchant looked frustrated, and his hands that had his paddle raised started to shake.

Then, as if having given up, he slowly lowered his paddle.

At that moment, the sound of a wooden mallet reverberated in the room.

Auctioneer: And, sold! This illusory treasure, the blue diamond now belongs to the count for 30,000 pounds...!

At first, silence filled the room. And then, loud cheers suddenly burst out.

At that very moment, the blue diamond, expensive enough to send fear through me, was Lord Elbert’s.

Kate: W...we... did it...

(I still honestly can’t believe how expensive it got... it’s almost surreal.)

Elbert: Indeed... but this is only the start.

(...Hm? Wait a minute.)

Lord Elbert had now obtained the blue diamond, which was said to be the most beautiful thing in the world.

And yet, his profile showed no reaction — none at all. It made me remember the uneasiness I had felt.

(Because, this blue diamond would be sought out by everyone for its ‘beauty.’ And now, Lord Elbert has that.)

(But, unlike when he had got the ‘painting of the sea’... he didn’t look happy at all.)

Kate: Lord El—

When I tried to call out to him, though, the people around us stood up from their seats before flooding toward Lord Elbert, gathering around him.

Blushing noblewoman: I would expect no less from you, Lord Elbert!

Excited elder nobleman: To be able to get your hands on that illusory treasure... for someone your age, that’s quite a feat!!

Kate: Wah...!

When the wave of people started closing in, I stood up from my seat in a panic, and in an instant I was thrown out of the circle surrounding him.

Elbert: ...Kate—?

Kate: ...! Lord Elbert—

I could hear Lord Elbert’s voice from beyond the wall of people, but before I knew it, I could no longer see his figure.

(Oh no, the main part of the mission starts here... what should we do?)

Kate: Uhm... Sorry, could you please let me through...

I tried to squeeze my way through the throng of people, but everyone was caught up in excitement, so they didn’t bother to open a path for me.

(And also, Lord Elbert won’t be able to move with this many people around... lest he accidentally step on someone’s shadow.)

(Should I, wait for them to disperse on their own...?)

???: Excuse me. Could you perhaps be... Lady Kate?

When I turned around upon suddenly hearing my name, a young man who appeared to be a worker was standing before me.

Worker: I was told to bring you, Lady Kate, and Count Greetia to the VIP room.

Worker: However, it appears Lord Elbert is currently occupied... so would it be alright if I led you in first?

(VIP room... Mister Bernard will surely be waiting for us there.)

(If that’s case, it might be better to reconvene there than to struggle through this crowd.)

(This person might also be a member of the Company... but he shouldn’t make any reckless moves against the client who bought their special showcase item.)

Worker: I will bring the count in a little later.

Kate: ...Alright, I understand. Then, could you tell Lord Elbert that I’ll be leaving first please?

Worker: Yes, of course. Well, please come this way.

—— Neutral POV ——

Elbert: Could you... please move away?

Excited madam: To think you now have that illusory treasure in that hands, as expected of Lord Elbert!

Petite gentleman: When you officially receive the blue diamond, could you perchance allow me to touch it, for just a moment!?

Elbert: Please... move aside.

E: Coming through—

Pushing down the displeasure from the peoples’ excitement, voices, and gazes,

Elbert desperately looked around toward the direction Kate had disappeared to.

Elbert: ...!

Just then, within the throng of people, he spotted a lock of her hair from the corner of his eye.

Next to the door, she was talking with a man he’d never seen before.

Elbert: Kate—

When he tried to call her name,

she followed the man out of the door.

Elbert: ......Huh?

Manager: Count Greetia, Bernard would like to see you, so please, if you could come inside... Count?

Elbert: ...Move aside.

It was then he moved from where he was standing, trying his best to push through the crowd.

Excited madam: Oh, where could you be heading off to...

Excited madam: Eh, w-what is this—

Petite gentleman: Count...? Ugh... w-what, is this... a-aahh, no way...

The people among the throng who had reached out to him first were now backing away, their hands in their heads.

With each step he took, the faces of the people around him, originally having contained a crazed excitement, were now painted over with sadness.

Elder gentleman with a mustache: Gh... I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, please forgive me——

Noblewoman in a frill dress: N-no... it’s not my fault, it’s not my fault...!!

Some broke down crying, while others shouted from the top of their lungs,

and, as if they were trying to run away from their sadness, they opened a path for Elbert.

Manager: W-where could you be heading to?

At the strange scene unfolding before him, the manager tried to restrain him.

Elbert: What is, behind that door over there?

Manager: Eh? A-ah... umm, it’s the backyard...

Elbert: Backyard...

Manager: Count? Please wait, I need you to sign the transaction contra—

Elbert: I don’t care.

E: I couldn’t care less about, something like that.

The crying, the shouts, and the manager’s faltering—

Elbert left it all behind him as he left the venue.

——From a higher level, a single man looked down at the scene below intently.

???: Ahh... what a truly beautiful sight...

???: This is surely it��—this must be a work of art made by the hands of the gods...!

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MILK - DAISY JONES x Fem!READER

Summary: Based of the song "MILK" by the 1975, Daisy is strung out of her mind in the nights of New York City looking for a hit and gets hooked on something or someone else....

minors dni

Warnings: active addiction, use of drugs, angst, fingering (r receiving), oral (D receiving), multiple orgasms, car sex, scissoring, squirting (r), lesbian sex!!

-Ignore the logistics of hooking up in a van and just enjoy the vibes :)

Wc: 2k

[ The straight lines, they unwind you, She does a little thing with her eyes that says, "We're off soon". She says the bleeding's incidental 'cause she's so cool. She said, "I'm no fun if you've only a bottle of wine” And now she's doing it all the time ]

Daisy had impulsively relapsed a few days ago and had been on a faded streak of getting high on whatever was handed to her and coming down to nothing but a weak sweating pile of skin and bones swearing she wasn’t gonna touch that stuff again, she was in a desperate cycle of pleading and feining.

She ditched her friends and her band, really anyone who knew her trying to get lost in herself. She wanted to fall off the map completely, she wanted to melt into the powdery crystals of her drug of choice. Waining in and out of her mind for days on end as she’s grown comfortable with this unstable state. It’s her inside pleading that puts the fear of god into her, which prompts her to keep going on with her high.

She’s almost out of coke and has to scourge around dingy places of her hideout city to try and score, Daisy completely disregards her safety in this situation as only one thing matters to her at this moment. She puts on a skimpy outfit that consists of a tight black mini-skirt with sheer laced thigh-high stockings that have small holes in them, a thin black sports bra, and thick wedged heels. She didn’t look like herself and this puts her at ease.

She incoherently stumbles out the front of her busy-bodied hotel already high on the last bits of blow she had, already on a hungry hunt for more with the thick red carpeted floor shifting beneath her feet making her feel a little nauseous. Daisy’s too out of her mind to take in the welts appearing on her milky long legs caused by the whipping wind around her.

“Taxi!” she wails out with her painted ring-clad hands waving through the City’s night to the yellow vehicle slowing down in front of her in front of her, she pulls on the rough handle before slamming herself down on the uncomfortable clear plastic seat cover closing the heavy car door.

“Where to?” The husky voice on the other side of the divider calls out, Daisy can’t really see his face with how dark it is. But has a slight chance of making out his features when a slow and brightly lit bus passes by, the old man has weak brown eyebags and a gray-trimmed beard. She sticks her tongue in her cheek giving a troublesome look to the eyes of her driver in the rearview mirror, “Wherever the music and booze is flowing sir”. The car starts to slowly drive off as she winds the window in taking in the lucid view of how alive the city is at night.

‘This is where I’m meant to be’ she thinks to herself letting the chopping wind dance through her red stands as the cold touches her numb nose.

…..

Daisy finds herself in front of a lively “Dyke bar” The laminating sign reads out, she shakingly steps in looking around to fulfill a “one stone two birds” kind of situation. Scoring some blow and having a good fuck, one of those things was needed more than the other right now. She could feel the stares of warm-bodied women eyeing her but none looked like they could give her what she needed, Daisy pushed her way into the pink interior bathroom when she was met with a beautiful surprise.

“Fuck sorry” the girl stuttered out, wiping the white substance from her nose, Daisy looked at her, then looked through her taking her all in. Her big brown eyes, full plushy pink lips, and shiny black hair. The girl stood frozen staring into Daisy’s wondering eyes with a smirk, she held out the rolled-up dollar bills peacefully offering Daisy a hit.

“I’m Camila by the way” she so innocently stated, Daisy liked how perverse this situation looked. Camila looked too perfect to be sniffing coke off the dirty sink at dyke bar, too pure. “Thanks, and I’m Daisy by the way” the redhead slurs, gently taking the dollar from Camila as their fingers gently brush against each other. Camila softly gasps at this interaction as Daisy lines the used bill up at her nostril and takes a quick inhale.

“Fuck” she mumbles to herself as she picks her head back up to meet the welcoming eyes of the beauty before her, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” the black-haired girl quizzes, leaning her hips to the pink and white tiles of the quiet bathroom. “I don’t exist so… probably not” Daisy sarcastically spits out before handing the bill back to Camila.

“You’re Daisy Jones aren’t you, I love your voice, and your lyri-” Before Camiia could even finish, Daisy put her lips on Camila’s soft ones not wanting to be reminded of her past self that would dreadfully be forced back into her if caught by her friends. Camila pulls away and is greeted by the swollen pupils of her green-eyed partner, she knows this isn’t a good idea but she wants this so bad - she wants her so bad.

……

They couldn’t even make it to Daisy’s hotel before they started grabbing and whining at each other, Camila’s back was currently pressed against the cold seats of her old van with Daisy on top of her with her knee lightly pressed against Camila’s throbbing clit. “Please touch me” The black-haired girl could barely get out, Daisy’s eyes full of arousal with her now darkened pupils glaring down at Camila as she softly rolled her hips against her knee.

Daisy lifted her knees causing Camila's breath to get caught in her throat as Daisy's fingers danced across her chest, the tips of her breasts hardening in response. The gentle rocking of the van seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of their heartbeats, the only sound was the soft rustle of clothing and the heavy breathing that filled the air.

Daisy's hands slid beneath Camila's shirt, her palms cupping the soft mounds of her breasts. Camila's eyes fluttered closed as Daisy's thumbs teased her nipples, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body. The rockstar's touch was like a symphony, every note, every stroke, every caress a masterpiece of pleasure.

With a gentle tug, Daisy freed Camila's breasts from the confines of her bra, her nipples springing free with a slight bounce. The air was heavy with desire, the scent of sweat and perfume hanging like a mist around them. Daisy's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of Camila's breast before centering on one pert nipple. The sensation was like nothing Camila had ever experienced – a vortex of pleasure that threatened to consume her entire being.

As Daisy's mouth closed around her nipple, Camila's back arched, her body bowing to the sensation. The rockstar's suction increases slightly, "Oh yes..." Camila's voice trailed off as Daisy's tongue flicked against the sensitive skin, her teeth nipping gently. Daisy's eyes locked onto Camila's, the connection between them crackling with electricity. Building in intensity, each pull of her mouth was a tiny explosion of pleasure. Camila's hands tangled in Daisy's hair, holding her close as the world outside melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of desire.

A thin string of saliva trailed from Daisy’s mouth to Camila’s nipples as she pulled away, Camila pinched at her pointed tips rubbing Daisy’s residue around while slowly thrusting up - begging for attention on her dripping cunt. Daisy worked her way down Camila's body, her hands sliding up her thighs, her fingers dancing across the edge of her shorts. Camila's hips bucked, her body begging for more. Daisy obliged, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric, stroking the wet heat within.

Camila's back arched, her body trembling on the cusp of release, and without breaking eye contact Daisy slid her middle finger between Camila's legs, the softness of Camila's folds like silk beneath her touch. Camila's hips bucked upward, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Daisy's finger began to circle, teasing the sensitive skin.

The air was electric, the tension between them a palpable, living thing causing a soft whine out her the girl underneath her, "Shh, baby," Daisy cooed, her touch feather-light as she explored the warm, wet folds of Camila's pussy. "Let me take care of you" the teasing eyes of Daisy practically scream as they rake over the girl's body. Camila's response was a moan, her body arching upwards as Daisy's fingers began to move, slow, deliberate strokes that left her gasping for air. Camila's world narrowed down to the touch of Daisy's fingers as her pussy clenched around her fingers as Daisy continued to tease her sopping wet hole.

Daisy's thumb joined the fray, applying gentle pressure to Camila's swollen clit. Camila's eyes rolled back, her body arching upward as Daisy's fingers danced in tandem, the rhythm building and building."Oh, fuck Daisy," Camila breathed, her voice ringing in Daisy’s ear. Daisy's response was to lean in, her lips brushing against Camila's ear as she whispered, "You're so wet, Camila. So good to me."

Camila's hips seemed to move of their own accord, pushing against Daisy's fingers as they slid deeper, exploring every inch of her. The van's interior was a blur, a haze of sweat and smoke and desire that seemed to pulse with every beat of Camila's heart. As Daisy's fingers worked their magic, Camila felt herself building, her orgasm coiling tight in her warm stomach, waiting to be released.

The wet sloshing of Camila’s greedy cunt filling the silence of the car as she begins to drip onto the seats, Daisy’s arousal grows at the sight. The red-haired girl added another finger stretching out Camila, her left hand gripping the hand grip above her as her other hand replaced Daisy’s as she began to frantically rub on her raised bud. Daisy spreads Camila’s legs wider trying to get a more perverted look at the view of three of her fingers inside of the weeping girl underneath her. In a flash of heat and color, it was upon her, her body shuddering as Daisy's fingers brought her to the edge and over, sending her tumbling into a sea of pleasure.

“FUCK right there, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I'm cumming” The younger girl yelped which turned into nonsense as her swollen cunt begins to spasm around the rockstars tight digits. Her eyes show all white as her fingers on her clit don’t ease up just yet. “Cum all over my fingers, fuck you’re so hot” Daisy whines watching Camila ride out her orgasm on her fingers.

Camila's body began to float back down to reality, she felt like she was melting into the seat underneath her, her muscles liquefying like warm honey. The echoes of her orgasm still resonated through her body, leaving her breathless and wanting. Daisy slowly removed her fingers as her gaze wandered up Camila's body, taking in the rise and fall of her chest, the gentle curve of her breasts, and the soft, golden glow of her skin

Camila’s legs trembled still feeling the waves of her intense orgasm, but not shakey enough as she turned to take control. She gently pushed Daisy's legs apart fumbling with her skirt under the dim car light above them, her eyes locked on the glistening wetness between them. "I want to taste you, I'm not letting go until you come all over my face,” she whispers, Daisy's eyes fluttered closed, a sly smile spreading across her face as Camila's hot breath danced across her skin.

Camila buried her face in Daisy's drenched pussy, her tongue working its magic as Daisy's cries of pleasure filled the air, her hips bucking wildly as Camila's tongue worked its way deeper into her core. Daisy's hips arched upward, her fingers tangling in Camila's hair as she moaned softly undeniably getting pussy drunk of Daisy’s sweet cunt. The sound sent shivers down Camila's spine, and she plunged her tongue even deeper, lapping up Daisy's juices hungrily. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned, her hips already beginning to squirm.

Daisy's legs began to quiver, her body trembling beneath Camila's touch as she lapped and sucked, her mouth moving in time with Daisy's ragged breathing. Daisy's moans grew louder, more insistent. Camila's arousal spiked as her clit throbbed once more, she could feel the wetness spreading between her legs, her body responding to the erotic symphony playing out in the back of the van.

Camila's fingers slid higher, her thumbs parting Daisy's folds, exposing her to the warm, golden light of the room. Daisy's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back as Camila's mouth continuously sucked on her clit. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of pleasure.

"Camila.." Daisy whined, her voice trembling. Daisy's body tensed, her back arching off the seat as she came hard. Camila's tongue rode the wave of her orgasm, drinking in every drop of her release. As the last shudders subsided, Daisy's body began to shudder and convulse, Camila's tongue never faltered, lapping up every drop of her juices as she came hard against her face. And when Daisy finally collapsed back against the seat exhausted and spent, Camila smiled, her chin glistening with Daisy's cum as she promised.

As Daisy slowly descended from the euphoric high of her orgasm, she felt Camila's warm breath on her inner thighs, her gentle licks and nuzzles a soothing balm to her sensitive skin. The room was a haze of sweat and desire, the air thick with the scent of their passion. Camila gazed up at Daisy with adoring eyes, her lips curled into a sly smile as she savored the taste of Daisy's climax.

Daisy's chest heaved with each ragged breath, her eyes fluttering open to meet Camila's. For a moment, they simply locked gazes as Daisy reached down to tangle her fingers in Camila's hair, gently tugging her up for a deep, languid kiss.

The kiss was a slow burn, a sensual exploration of lips and tongues that left them both breathless. As they broke apart, Daisy's eyes flashed with a newfound intensity, her dominance awakening - coming back to her senses. She grasped Camila's shoulders, her fingers digging into the tender skin as she pulled her in for another kiss, this one fierce and demanding.

"I want you, Camila," Daisy growled, her voice low and husky. "I want to feel you cum, beneath me,"

Camila's eyes sparkled with excitement, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she nodded eagerly. "I'm yours, Daisy. Take me."

Without another word, Daisy spun Camila around, fumbling to get into positions. Daisy sunk down on Camila making their bodies align in perfect sync as they began to line each other's hungry pussies to one another and begin rubbing with lust, their legs intertwining like snakes. The air was filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, the sound echoing through the room like a primal drumbeat.

"Oh, fuck, Camila," Daisy moaned, her hips pistoning against Camila's as they blend together. "You feel so good, so tight and hot."

Camila's responses were fragmented, her words dissolving into incoherent gasps and whimpers as Daisy's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place. "Daisy, oh God...harder...please..."

Daisy obliged, her movements becoming more intense, more frenzied, as she drove them both toward the edge of oblivion. The room was a blur of sweat-drenched skin and tangled hair, the only sound was the relentless rhythm of the slapping of their wet cunts together.

Daisy's hands roamed Camila's body, her fingers pinched Camila's nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks, "Oh, fuck, yes," Camila panted, her voice rising to a shriek as Daisy's thigh ground against her clit.

Daisy's response was a dirty, husky laugh, her eyes flashing with dominance. "You're going to come for me?” She teases in a moan. Daisy's grip tightened, her body pistoning against Camila's, their hips slamming together in a blur of motion. "Daisy, oh God, I'm...I'm going to..." Camila's voice trailed off, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge. "I think I’m - gonna squirt" Camila cried. "Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum too. Fucking do it” Daisy growled, her voice low and menacing as she rocked harder. And with a strangled cry, Camila's body gave in, a gush of liquid heat spilling out as she came, her body shuddering against Daisy as she came too. Both released drawled cries as their rocking calmed to a sweaty halt.

"Oh fuck." Camila breathed, her voice shaking with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She looked down at the mess she had made, her face burning with heat. The back of her van, once a tidy and organized space, was now touched with her juices.

Daisy, still wrapped around her, chuckled and kissed the side of Camila's neck. "I take it that was a first?" she whispered, her voice husky with amusement. Camila nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. "Yeah... I didn't know I could do that." Daisy's fingers danced across Camila's stomach, tracing the curves of her abdomen. "You're full of surprises, Cami.”

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ask-good-cop-bad-cop · 5 months

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I am a sucker for sick fics.

How would being down with a cold/flu affect GCBC? Would they even share the cold? Tolerate it better than the other? How pathetic would they be? How would they take care of themselves!?? Everybody else realizing their sick and reacting to it... I like self-care and

Bad Cop peeled his eyes open. Their room was brightly lit by late-morning sun, telling him that they had overslept so late their alarm clock had long since given up on any attempts to wake them. He let out a groan as his eyes fell closed once more. Business was going to be pissed that they took so long to call out. He groped the night table for their phone and tapped out a barely comprehensible text explaining they were sick before sending it off to their boss, and then proceeded to drop the phone on the floor.

Every inch of their body ached, their energy completely sapped by their body's fight against the fever they undoubtedly had. Bad was glad he'd used the last of their spoons to make that chicken noodle soup last night before they crashed; there was no way he would manage it now.

He let out a groan of dismay when his stomach churned at the thought of food. Crap. He'd forgotten ginger ale... The churning became more urgent and he threw himself out of bed.

Emmet frowned to himself as the minutes ticked by and there still was no sign of the Cops. Not that they ever really spoke to each other when they were in the same area, but Emmet had noticed they were men of routine almost as much as he was himself, and normally they would be here for their lunch break about now.

"Is something the matter?" Lucy asked before taking a bite out of her sandwich.

"Good Cop and Bad Cop are usually here for their lunch break by now."

"And?" Lucy frowned at him. "What do you care? It's not like they even talk to anyone."

"Probably because nobody talks to them." Benny pointed out. Lucy rolled her eyes. "Maybe they decided they were in the mood for something else today? There's enough other places to go eat."

"Maybe; I don't know..." Emmet murmured. "Something just feels off about it to me. I ALWAYS see them here."

"Let's go see if they're home then." Benny suggested.

"But I don't know where they live?"

"Don't worry. I do."

They grabbed their lunch to go, and Benny directed Emmet to the apartment building where the Cops lived. They took the elevator up to the correct floor, and Benny knocked on the door. It was almost a full minute before they heard heavy footsteps approaching.

"Wow. You look like crap." Lucy said when the door opened. Bad Cop scowled at her.

"Really? Cause I feel fresh as a daisy. What are you all doing here."

"We didn't see you at the usual lunch spot, so I got a bit... concerned." Emmet admitted. Bad Cop blinked in surprise.

"You actually paid enough attention to notice?"

"Well, yeah! What else am I supposed to do, just completely ignore your existence?" Bad Cop stared at him. Emmet stared back. "...Oh. Well I'm not going to do that."

"I can see that." Bad Cop muttered. He then cursed and hurried back further into the apartment. Emmet clapped a hand over his mouth and turned green when the ensuing sounds reached his ears.

Benny winced. "Yeah, that sounds bad... Uh. Maybe you guys should go? I doubt they'll want to be crowded, and there's no sense risking all three of us catching it."

"What are you going to do?" Lucy asked.

"Help them out, if they'll let me. Being sick by yourself sucks."

"But don't you have to get back to work too?" Emmet managed to get out.

"Eh." Benny waved him off. "I set my own schedule. It's fine." Emmet accepted that answer and hurried away, Lucy following close behind. Benny let himself in and looked around to see what they already had on hand. A bottle of ibuprofen sat on the kitchen counter, and a peek in the fridge revealed a large bowl of homemade soup, but there was no sign of anything ginger to be found. He did eventually find a box of mint tea buried in a cupboard though, and hummed to himself. That would probably help. He brewed a cup and waited for them to come back out of the bathroom.

Good Cop seemed surprised to see him still there when they emerged a few minutes later. "You're still here?"

Benny shrugged and held the mug out to them. "I know what it's like having to take care of yourself when you're sick. Thought I'd give you a hand, if you don't mind."

"Oh." Good Cop automatically accepted the tea and took a sip, relaxing as it did help to soothe their stomach a little. "That's... Thank you."

Benny smiled. "What are friends for?"

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The Lazy Bird Speakeasy

Tuesdays aren’t exactly the best day to hit a club, but it was on a Tuesday night that Amelia went out with her English co-workers to celebrate their impending summer freedom. Her best friend and co-teacher Layla, the other sophomore English II teacher Zoe, Layla’s boyfriend and yearbook teacher Trent, and the very cool (and very gay) Brad, another co-teacher. They had heard about a speakeasy underneath the Hoxton hotel in Chicago’s West Loop and wanted to check it out.

Layla and Trent led the way through the ritzy lobby of the hotel, the other three trailing behind, gabbing as they went. “I think it’s this way,” Trent sighed. “I think…”

“I heard it’s in the basement, so surely there’s a staircase somewhere.” Amelia laughed and pointed toward the south side of the lobby. “Stairs to the basement.”

“Our little navigator,” Brad said, pinching her cheek as they walked along, arm-in-arm. “Let’s find it, I’m ready to get my flirt on.”

She giggled. “I wonder how many people will be here, it’s pretty early.” It had just passed 9:00. They were coming from a taco joint across the street, where the margaritas flowed freely. She didn’t usually drink but Amelia felt like celebrating. It had been one of her toughest years in the classroom yet, year 6 in Chicago.

The group walked down the stairs, where there was an arrow pointing down and the logo for the Speakeasy on the wall. As they rounded the last landing, there was a row of books at the end of the long hallway and another group in front of them, looking confused. Three guys and two girls were searching amongst the books, the last girl turning around upon hearing footsteps behind her.

“Hey, finally, some reinforcements. We don’t get the riddle.” The girl was pretty and thin, dolled up in a skintight black dress and maybe a little younger than them in her late 20s. She had dark brown hair and a thankful smile. “Google let us down.”

Layla and Trent were first to come up to the frame in the center of the bookcase. It was a riddle that read “I am a symbol of beauty and grace, yet my choices leave a bitter trace. I long for love, but wealth I chase, In East Egg’s charm, I find my place.”

Amelia, Brad, and Zoe walked up next, reading it in their heads, and then looked at each other. “Daisy Buchanan.” The three laughed, looking around at the other books around them.

The two guys to Amelia’s left smiled at her, one Hispanic looking guy and a taller, athletic African American guy. His eyes looked back to the frame, and to her. “Do you know who it is?”

“East Egg is a fictional island from the Great Gatsby, where the old money lived. Daisy Buchanan was Gatsby’s long-lost love.” She smiled back at him. “We’re high school English teachers.”

The taller one smiled brighter, taking a step closer to her. “So, we must have to find something with a daisy on it? What do y’all think?”

She nodded, not at all trying to find a book, but looking up at him. He was handsome, at least 6’3” and had the kindest light brown eyes. He was wearing a dark blue chambray button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his arms were huge. “Agreed.”

His friends to the far right, the pretty girl and her boyfriend with light bleached hair at the tips found the book. “This shelf has it!” She pulled it back, and the bookcase started to open from the middle, revealing a small doorway.

The group was relieved.

“We’re a bunch of detectives,” the man said, looking from the door back to her again. He smiled brightly, raising his left hand to her for a high-five. “Good teamwork.”

She bit her lip, dorkily raising her right to meet his. It looked very small in comparison to his, and she gently pulled away.

Both sets of friends seemed to pick up on the staring contest and walked into the room without the man or Amelia. It was louder now, the basement beyond the bookcase revealing a dimly lit bar, with 3-4 smaller areas with couches and booths, small tables adjoining.

“Do you detectives have anywhere to sit,” Amelia asked, breaking the staring contest. It seemed like they were looking at each other for a minute straight. “I mean, my group reserved that red couch area, and we should have some extra room.”

He smiled bigger. “That would be great. This was kind of a last-minute decision to come here….my partner Adam wanted to try it.” He held out his left hand, gesturing for her to walk in first, and they found both sets of friends talking in the far-left corner, where the red leather couch she’d reserved was situated.

Her friend Brad was eagerly talking to blonde girl from the man’s group. They both smiled brightly at their friends. “So, I invited them to sit with us,” Brad stated, eyeing Amelia and the man. “I think we need introductions.” He sat on the closest corner of the couch, with the blonde and Zoe next to him.

Trent and Layla were on chairs across from the leather couch, with the other couple and the Hispanic guy on the others 3, leaving the only space to sit down on the far corner of the couch. Amelia sat next to Zoe, with the man on the end. Her dotted green dress had a slit on her left side, and her bare knee grazed against his jeans.

“I’m Brad,” her friend stated, starting the conversation. “These are my favorite co-workers Layla and Trent. This is Zoe. Aaaand this lovely creature is Amelia,” he gestured to her, winking at the handsome man beside her.

“Amelia,” the man said, smiling at her. He chuckled at the wink and looked around to his friend. “So, I’m Kevin and this is my team, Hailey (the blonde), Dante (the Hispanic guy) and Adam and Kim.” Everyone started chatting to those around them, leaving Amelia and Kevin to turn closer together. “So can I buy you a drink, as a thank you? Ya’ll saved the day.”

Amelia smiled, nodding. “That’d be great. Want to head up to the bar?” She shot up and met Brad’s knowing smile as Kevin followed her ten feet north to the wrap-around bar. It looked like it had been there for 100 years, very art-deco, with bartenders dressed all in black. “Sorry for my friend,” she told him, grabbing an available stool on the left side. “He’s a bit of a drama king.”

He joined her, chuckling to himself. “They seem really cool.” The music coming from the corner was much louder up there, so he leaned into her right ear. “So do you.” He kept her gaze before sliding over a menu from the corner. “What’s your drink of choice?”

She looked it over, settling on her usual order of a Moscow mule, pointing at it. “This is looking good. What about you?”

He pointed to the old-fashioned. “Seems appropriate for the theme. Was that Gatsby’s drink?”

“He didn’t drink, funny enough. He just threw the parties to get Daisy’s attention.”

He nodded. “It’s been forever since I’ve read anything like that. Do you teach it?”

“I do,” she smiled. “Did. We’re celebrating our summer break starting.”

“Good way to start the summer,” Kevin smiled brighter, biting his lip again as he looked her over. She had a cropped black leather jacket that hit her at waist level, and her left leg was slightly exposed again from the slit in the dress.

She felt sexy in his presence, shifting her posture closer to him, her wedges hitting the legs of the bar stool. “What brings you guys here?”

He looked down at the menu again, smile fading slightly. “We just got off a tough case, wanted to blow off some steam.” He looked back at her. “I don’t really do places like this, but I got talked into tagging along. Good team bonding, you know?” He started looking around the room as she nodded. “Plus I heard it was 90s night.”

“I don’t either,” she admitted. “And I’m sorry about your case…can I…ask about it?”

“I can’t get into a lot of details, but I was undercover. Got to know a young brother, he got into it with some patrol officers, and he ended up getting shot.” He looked down, rubbing his knees. “But it’s a long story…. I’d rather talk about you,” he said cheekily, bumping up against her right side.

She smiled. “Well, if you need to talk about it later, I’m here. I’m an excellent listener.” Was he flirting? Was she flirting back? It had been a while.

“I can tell. But I am too, lay it on me.”

Just as he said that the bartender headed their way, a smaller white guy with tattoos on his neck. “What’ll it be for you two?”

“Can we get an old-fashioned and a Moscow Mule?” He pulled out a black credit card from his left jeans pocket. “And two waters.”

The bartender rang them up and handed back the card.

“So where are you from?”

“I live in Roscoe Village,” she said, turning back toward him. “But I’m not from here, I’m from Cleveland.”

“I can tell.”

“How?”

“It’s going to sound weird, but you’re naturally pretty. Chicago girls wear ten pounds of makeup.” He grinned. “I’m from Chicago so I can say that.”

She blushed a little bit. “Where in Chicago?”

“Bronzeville, but I live here in the West Loop. That’s where I’m stationed.”

They got their drinks. “I’m so sorry about your case, though. We lost two of our students this year to violence, I don’t know how anyone can get used to that.”

“Not like Cleveland, huh?”

“I’ve been here for six years and it’s the only thing I don’t understand about this place, the violence is crazy.” She paused, playing with the rim of her gold cup. “But I’m glad there’s good people trying to protect it.”

He took a sip of his whiskey, smiling. “I’m not really ready to go back to our friends, are you?”

“I could stay here a bit.” She took a sip of her drink too. They talked for almost an hour, about everything and anything; her family, his family. Politics. Music. They were finishing up their drinks when her phone went off. “I’m being called to the ladies’ room, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here,” he said, licking his lips as she stood.

Her legs were shaking as he did so, and she felt like doing a little sashay toward the bathroom, her wedges clicking in a rhythm against the dark hardwood floor. When she walked in, Zoe and Layla were right by the sinks. “Hi.”

“Heeeeey,” they said in unison.

She blushed. “What’s up?”

“He’s cute,” Zoe said. “We wanted to let you know that that’s the only reason we’re okay with you ditching us.”

“I did not ditch you guys, we just…..got into some good conversation at the bar.” Her smile widened as she checked the mirror. She was blushing hard, but it accentuated the minimal makeup she put on for tonight - just a bit of mascara and tinted ChapStick. “Are you guys having fun?”

“Not as much as you,” Layla said with a smirk, grabbing her arm. “We also wanted to let you know that the detectives are super nice, and they have nothing but good things to say about Kevin. He’s only a few months older than you, 33.”

“I know,” she said with a sarcastic haughty tone, smiling. “We talked about that. And his family, and them, and a lot of things. I didn’t realize it was almost 10:30.” She took out her tinted Chapstick from her purse and freshened up her lips.

“Aaaaaand Kim and I were talking,” Zoe said. “He’s dated a little bit but not seriously in the last year. She said they’ve worked together for nearly ten years and he’s a teddy bear. They have crazy work hours and it’s hard to meet people. That’s why she’s dating someone on her team.”

Amelia nodded. “Interesting.”

“Are you going to come back to us? You can get cozy on the couch with him,” Layla said with a smirk. “I’m a little jealous.”

“You’re dating someone,” Zoe replied, laughing and splashing her with some water as she washed her hands.

“We don’t flirt like that anymore,” She frowned. “I’m living vicariously.”

“Anyway,” Zoe said. “Brad and I think that you should come back to the couch area and dance.”

Amelia smiled, taking off her jacket, draping it around her arms. Her multi-colored Fossil bag stood out against her teal dress, showing off her decolletage even more. “Does this look slutty now? I’m burning up.”

“Yeah you are, girl,” Layla said, smacking her on her bottom. “Go see what Kevin thinks?”

Amelia nodded, taking a deep breath and headed back out to the bar. Kevin was in the same stool, checking his hair in the mirror at the back shelves. It was neat and twisted. He smiled as she sat back down, looking down at her bare arms.

“Welcome back. Everything okay?”

“They just wanted to check in. See if you were a creeper….” She took a sip of water. “I got hot.”

He smirked. “What did you tell them?”

“I did not say that you were a creeper, I promise.”

“I trust you.” He looked at her dress, then at her lips, now shinier from the Chapstick. “You look great.”

“Thanks.” She started fanning herself. “I told them that I lost track of time, that I’m having a really nice time, actually.”

“Me too.”

A slower song came over the loudspeakers than they’d heard all night, a 90s R&B song. “Man this is an old song.” She recognized it as “I Wanna Know” by Joe.

“Do you want to dance?” His soft expression was hopeful, as he looked from her to the handful of couples dancing closer to their friends by the red couch.

She nodded, following his lead and standing up. They walked over to the couch so she could drop off her jacket and her bag, leaving it in the capable hands of Zoe who gave her a big grin.

Kevin gently grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to him to the side of the band, and rested both of his hands on her lower back, just under her waist. There was a six-piece band and a male and female singer. “Don’t look now, but I think we’re being watched.”

She rested her hands on the back of his shoulders, not wanting to look away. They were wide and strong, and her stomach was doing flips. “Oh yeah, I love my crew but they’re nosy.”

He chuckled, “Mine is too.”

“I think this was the first song that I ever slow danced to,” she admitted, recognizing the chorus.

“Had to have been about middle school, right?”

Amelia nodded, looking deeper into his eyes. He was a good five inches taller than her, and she felt so small in his presence, yet so safe. He smoothed his fingers up and down her back, noticing her get the chills.

“Are you okay?” He inched his head down, closer to her left ear as the music got louder.

She smiled, feeling their bodies press closer, and nodded. He smelled so good, a little musky and a little sweet. Teakwood and tobacco. There was a hint of whiskey on his breath. “Just got a little cold.”

“I gotchu,” he said, taking a step closer so now that there was no room between them.

Amelia’s eyeline was at his lips. She swayed back and forth, their rhythm becoming one. Her heartbeat was quick, butterflies rushing around her stomach as his left hand grabbed her right, intertwining her arm into his and resting it against his chest, the only thing separating them. She noticed roman numerals on his hand. “Can I ask about your tattoo?”

“It’s for my brother and sister,” he replied softly, into her right ear, the chorus getting louder. “I was twelve when they were born, and I wanted something to keep me accountable to them.”

“I couldn’t imagine being a parent at that age.”

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat. It’s one of the things I’m most proud of in my life, but with them in Texas I’m ready to take some time for me.” He licked his lips, looking down, into her eyes. “I mean, I’m ready to show someone else what I got to give.”

“Anyone in mind,” she asked, a flirtatious smile teasing her lips.

“As a matter of fact, there is someone...She’s got the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.” He let go of her hand, moving both of his down further to the sides of her hips, closing all space between them.

She didn’t move her gaze from his for a moment, nearly freezing in her tracks. He tenderly dug his fingers into her sides, reassuring her.

“I wanna know…how to keep these couples dancing.” The chorus was repeating over and over, nearing the end of the song. The male singer sang out, then the tempo leading into the next song quickened. “This one goes out to the lovers out there…I like the way you work it.”

Blackstreet’s “No Diggity” was being played, followed by some slightly faster songs.

Amelia and Kevin danced silently, closely, sometimes face to face and sometimes cuddling from her back. The band took a break at 11:30 and so they walked over to check on their friends, who were all still conversing on the red couch.

“You guys looked great out there,” Brad said, grinning at her, waving his phone. She sat down next to him in the middle of the couch and took the hint and opened her bag as Kevin rested a hand on the back of her bare shoulder.

“I’m going to get some more water, you want something?”

“Same, please,” she said, a thankful smile, watching him walk over to the bar.

“I like him,” Braid said, watching him too. “Smart guy.”

She smiled brighter. “You having fun?”

“I am, but mainly because you look happier than I’ve ever seen you. You two were practically fucking on the dance floor.”

Zoe overheard this tidbit and leaned over. “That’s what I said.”

Amelia blushed. “Do you think it would be weird if I asked him to take me home?” She saw their reactions, her eyes getting wider. “You know, drive me home. I carpooled with you guys but I’m getting kind of tired.”

“Not at all,” Hailey, the blonde chimed in. “Sorry, we’ve spent half of the night talking about you two.”

“I think you should,” Brad added. “Definitely. You look so happy.”

“We should go get a drink,” Zoe talked to the other two on the couch. “And give them a little privacy.”

“I agree, I could use another.” Hailey smiled at her.as she stood. “Nice to have met you, Amelia.”

Kevin came back just as the three left, handing her a glass.

“Thanks.” She took a gulp appreciatively.

“Did I miss more talk about me being a creep?” He sat down close to her, chuckling.

“Not at all, I was just getting some advice.”

He took a drink and put the glass down on the coffee table. “Advice, huh?”

She nodded, turning her body toward him. “I didn’t want to be too weird, but I was going to ask if you would mind driving me home? I’m getting a little tired.”

He stretched his right arm across the back of the red velvet and smiled. “You took the words right outta my mouth. Just let me tell my team we’re dipping.”

They said their goodbyes to each respective friend group and headed back out to the hallway. The blast of cool air was chilly, and the bright light took some getting used to at first. She stopped to put her jacket back on, and he gently took her hand in his and led her out to the hotel of the parking lot. They didn’t say anything to each other until they reached his car, enjoying the comfortable silence.

“This is me,” he said, leading her over to a blue Dodge. It was low and sleek. Kevin let go of her hand and opened the passenger’s side door for her.

She smiled up at him, not breaking the comfortable silence as he gingerly shut the door. She saw him do a little shuffle over to the driver’s side as he sat down himself. “I saw that.”

He gave a slight shrug, eyeing her up and down before putting in the key. “So Roscoe village?”

“Yep, Belmont and North Leavitt.”

“I think I know the way. Close to Hamlin Park?”

She nodded, smiling, settling back into the leather seat. The inside of the car was immaculate, which she wasn’t expecting. He’d said that he uses his car every day for work – she wondered if he was a neat freak. He was very well groomed. “I like the way you say ‘Park.;”

He put the Hellcat in reverse swiftly and pulled out of the lot. “How do I say it?”

“It’s very Chicago; very smooth.”

He smirked. “That’s just me, you know. The ride, the vibe. I’m cool like that.”

She chuckled. “I couldn’t agree more.”

They chatted more about the car and her neighborhood as they got closer to the condo. At one point a car sped out in front of them, and he reached his right arm out to her leg as he slammed on brakes. His hand rested on her bare knee for a moment, where the slit in her dress parted, and they made eye contact for a second. “Sorry, you, okay?”

“That was totally the mustang’s fault.” Her hand rested on him reassuringly, feeling his strong touch on her bare skin made her realize her stomach butterflies were moving south.

He squeezed her hand, before taking off again. “I had a lot of fun tonight,” he started, eyes on the road. “Do you think you’d want to get together again?”

“A proper date?”

He smiled brighter, looking at her as they approached another red light. “What do you consider a proper date?”

“One without an audience of judging friends,” she said with a laugh.

He agreed, nodding. “Yeah, that was a little weird. But I’m glad I was coerced to come out tonight.”

“Oh, this is my building up here,” she said, as he almost drove by. He pulled up to the tree on the corner and put his blue sedan in ‘park’. “Let me put my number in your phone.”

He handed her his Apple phone after unlocking it with his passcode, and she typed in her number and texted him her name. He replied. “Which one is yours?”

‘I’m the one in the middle.”

He got out and met her at the passenger door. “What do you think about dinner Friday night? Italian?”

“I love Italian food.” She opened the iron gate to her building. “It’s a date.”

He closed the gate behind him, following her up to the front door. It was set further back from the first-floor porch.

She got out her key from her purse and unlocked the bottom doorknob, leading him up one flight of stairs. There was a narrow landing for them to stand by her door, apartment #2. “Thanks for taking me home.”

He looked down at her, her back almost to the door. “It just adds to my smoothness.”

She giggled, reaching up on her wedge shoes to give him a hug. Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, fingers brushing up against textured hair at the nape.

Kevin grazed her lower back, leaning his upper body backward for a moment to look into her eyes, silently searching for permission.

Amelia smiled, nodding a little, and leaned her chin up to the right to meet his lips. Her stomach did a little dance, and her heart beat the fastest it had all night.

He broke away for a split second, more of a smug look on his face, “Mmm mmm. I’m gonna need another one of those.”

She reached up again, hands now on his pecs, smiling into the kiss.

He moved his hands up to grab hers and interlaced their fingers by their sides. His tongue asked for entrance as he did so, and they held back and forth for about a minute before needing to come up for air. “Damn.”

She bit her lip shyly but held eye contact.

He smiled, swinging her left hand for a moment, then up to his lips. “I’ll call you tomorrow? With the plan.”

“Sounds good.” She grabbed her key from her bag again, unlocking the door at the sound of her Pittie mix, Rocco. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He watched her walk into her apartment and grinned, in disbelief of the last 4 hours.

Amelia smiled brightly to herself after she closed her door, rushing her dog in a hug. It was an eventful and amazing night.

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