#gave her a happy trail cause she deserves all things happy

[pricknim]

imagine pinkie pie wearing this top:

You are absolutely right

[ja3yun]

bro imagine tdh heeseung telling yn to come over real fast bcs he practically owns her and when she arrives he gave yn a bouquet of flowers just because like crazy but heeseung’s new cover just STUCK IN MY MIND

okaaaay my mind went wild with this so this might not be what you are looking for (sorry!)

warnings: heelzebub, smut (mdni), leg humping, coercion, blood, mentions of killing, not proofread

wc: 1.4k

the doll house masterlist

As you step into Heeseung’s room, the first thing you notice is his tall, broad back. His imposing stature always leaves you feeling unsettled. Each time he summons you, a sense of dread accompanies you, anticipating what task he might have in store. So far, it’s been manageable—spending time with Soonyeol, bringing her hard-to-find snacks, and anything else that might make her happy.

It would almost be endearing, if not for his persistent attempts to lure you into bed each time you cross the threshold.

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for whatever Heeseung has planned today. He turns around, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that always makes your heart race.

"You're here," he says, his voice low and smooth.

Nodding, you hang your tote bag on the bannister of his bed and walk towards him. “With five minutes to spare,” you snide, crossing your arms. “So, what’s wrong with her now? You didn’t ask me to bring anything.”

His eyes trail over your body, taking in the sundress that perfectly hugs your curves. Delight paints his face, his tongue instinctively running along his bottom lip as visions of your naked form cloud his mind.

“You look breathtaking, baby. A vision in yellow,” he mutters, his eyes fixated on your cleavage. A sly smile spreads across his face as he takes a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "Wait here for a moment," he says, his voice a blend of command and charm.

Before you can respond, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving you standing there. You hear the faint sound of a door opening and closing, then silence. Your curiosity piqued, you glance around the room, taking in the expensive furnishings and the subtle scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

Moments later, Heeseung returns, his hands behind his back. As he approaches, he reveals a stunning bouquet of flowers, an array of vibrant colours and fragrant blooms. The sight takes you by surprise, and for a moment, your breath catches in your throat.

"These are for you," he says softly, extending the bouquet towards you. The gesture is unexpected, and you can’t help but feel a flicker of warmth beneath your guarded exterior.

You take the flowers, their delicate petals brushing against your fingers. "What's this for?" you ask, unable to hide your curiosity.

Heeseung's expression softens, a rare glimpse of sincerity breaking through his usual demonic demeanour. "Just a little something to show my appreciation. For all you do for Soonyeol. And for putting up with me."

But you don’t buy it, knowing that this is buttering you up for something worse than just a girl's day with his minder. You shiver at the thought, thinking the worst as your mind swirls with possibilities.

He sees your doubtfulness and snickers, “Baby, you don’t trust me?”

"I don’t, no," you reply bluntly, meeting his gaze with unwavering suspicion.

That causes Heeseung to laugh out loudly, shaking his head in disbelief. He knows you have no reason to trust him, but hearing you say it outright fills him with amusement.

Taking one of the petals between his thumb and forefinger, he watches it as it crumbles beneath his harsh touch, his signature smirk reappearing on his face. Something delicate like this deserves a gentle touch, something Heeseung is incapable of.

“You’re right not to trust me, angel,” he whispers thoughtfully, his hooded eyes meeting yours and eliciting a flutter of butterflies in your stomach. “Just like pretty roses. They’re beautiful on the surface,” he continues, his voice low and hushed as though sharing a deep secret. Taking one of your hands, he guides it to the exposed stems, squeezing your hand tightly around them.

That's when you feel the sharp cuts of the thorns digging into your palm, making you wince. His strength overpowers yours as you try to fight his hold. As you look up at him pleadingly, feeling the blood rush out and coat both your hand and his, he does nothing but stare intensely at you. “But they’re sinister the deeper you go.”

Your heart pounds as the pain sharpens, the cruel irony of the beautiful flowers cutting into your flesh not lost on you. Heeseung's eyes, dark and unyielding, seem to drink in your discomfort.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, not just from the pain, but from the helplessness of the situation. He finally releases your hand, and you immediately pull it back, cradling it against your chest. Blood seeps from the punctures and onto your dress and chest, only to the elation of Heeseung.

Taking your hand, he kisses your wounds tenderly, licking the blood from you with greed. You gasp as you feel his tongue slowly and tantalisingly heal you, causing you to hold back a moan. This shouldn’t be turning you on, yet as always with Heeseung, even things deemed evil have a way of making you feel lustful.

He focuses his attention on your chest now, licking the drops of blood from the flesh of your tits, dragging it up to your neck, sinking his teeth into you - not enough to puncture you but enough for you to wish he had.

That makes you mewl out, dropping the flowers as you press your body to his and cling to him. His aura pulls you in time and time again, making you a victim to his allure each and every time you see him.

But this feels more desperate than the other times, you need him now, more than you have ever; and Heeseung knows this.

Placing his leg between yours, he ruts his knee up to meet your pulsing cunt, offering you some relief as you grind down on him. “There you go,” he whispers in your ear, his hands holding you steady as you find a rhythm you’re comfortable with, “Doesn’t it feel good to give in? To surrender to your sins rather than keep your morals?”

You are so lost in the feeling of his knee and thigh and the pleasure you’re receiving from it that you simply nod, agreeing with him. You can’t deny this feels incredible, you aren’t a liar.

Kissing along your jaw, you feel his wicked grin as you comply with his words. “You want to give in, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want to come back to me and live here with us again, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want Soonyeol out of the picture, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

You feel your orgasm approaching as he guides your hips to grind your clit in the perfect position, picking up speed. You haven’t realised what you agreed to, too lost in the ecstasy that your mind isn’t thinking straight.

That only makes Heeseung happier as he has you exactly where he wants you. Pawing at your ass, he moves his body in tandem with yours, his focus to get you off and have you succumb to his offer, that one that has been hanging over your head since the first time he had you.

With your high approaching, you grip his shoulders and move your hips faster, that familiar coil in your stomach tightening and your heart picking up speed.

“Kiss me, seal in your well-deserved fate,” he coaxes you as you start to release over his leg. Shocks of pleasure rip through you as you cry out his name and your body crumbles where it stands.

But much like post-nut clarity, you somehow come to when his lips are a centimetre from yours, teasing you with the opportunity to have Soonyeol’s life once more. Quickly, you push him away before he can seal your deal, panting as your chest rises and falls in time with your heart.

“What the fuck, Heeseung!” you exclaim, frantically gathering your bag and scrambling away from him, “Don’t fuck with me like that.”

His eyes are flushed with that crimson hue that you hate to love so much, his hand palming over his cock. “Baby, I can seal it another way if you want, if you bring that pretty pussy over here I can make your dreams come true.”

Shaking your head, your back reaches the door and you open it, “I sold my soul to you for my dream, this is nothing but a fantasy.”

“I can sell you a fantasy, Y/N. Anything you want,” he chides, moving closer.

But before you get lost in him once again, you bolt out the door, hurriedly walking down the hallways. You can’t believe what you’ve just done, what you almost did, you betrayed Sunghoon and Jaeyun while almost getting Soonyeol killed, all for your own pleasure.

Poking his head out, Heeseung laughs, “Baby, you forgot your flowers.”

[dollyhao]

Can we bring back Loser Ellie x Bully reader? Please and thank you ❤️ but take your time and take care 🫶

cw; nsfw, tribbing i got y’all :) yall i ain’t never wrote about tribbing before (or tried it lol)

you anxiously look down at your phone while biting your nail. your stressing over the fact that ellie isn’t texting you back. by now you would be at her place banging on her door but… you might’ve taken it too far.

you took your anger out on ellie when she didn’t deserve it at all and she was understanding at first, you were having a bad day and you were pent up, so she gave you a chance to apologize. but you refused and decided ignoring her was the better option.

ellie looked really hurt before she grabbed her things and left your place. that was 5 days ago and ellie never goes this long without talking to you. shes been avoiding you, declining your calls, and ignoring your texts.

which is understandable given you still haven’t apologized in any of your messages, just a bunch of “let’s meet.” and “where are you?” texts. but when day 7 hits, your ready to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. so that’s what you do.

“i’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean what i said.” your on your knees in front of ellie’s desk chair that she’s sitting in, grasping her hands, tears welling up in your eyes as you ask for her forgiveness.

ellie is staring at you wide eyed, she’s never seen you act like this. you never apologize or beg for anything, from anyone. but ellie can’t help but feel kinda… good when she sees the tears in your eyes. this obviously means you care and that you missed her.

she already ready to kiss your pout away before you start rambling about how you would do ‘anything’ for her to talk to you again. and who is she to pass up such a opportunity, “what are you gonna do? you really hurt my feelings…” ellie mumbles putting on a soft, sad tone as she looks down at the hands that are holding yours.

“what do you want me to do?”

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“i love you so so much ellie!” you are panting as you grind against your gf, bodies sweaty, pussies making the most lewd sounds as they rub against each other. you have her cute little nipples in between your fingers, twisting them and pulling as ellie holds on to your hips grinding against yours.

ellie has been wanting to try tribbing with you forever now but never had the confidence to ask but you seemed happy at the idea and more than willing to do it with her. but of course you can’t do this for long because your truly a pillow princess at heart so you collapse backwards on the bed, panting as ellie has to put in all the work.

ellie is not complaining as she lifts one of your legs next to your head as she frantically fucks herself against you causing sweet mewls to fall past your lips. ellie grips and slaps on your tits, “you sorry baby?” ellie asks you throwing her head back in ecstasy.

“i’m so so sorry els. i love you. you forgive me?” you trail your fingers in between your bodies rubbing at ellie’s clit. “a-always baby, always.”

[starry-nights12]

It's not like the movies, for the WIP game?

You got it dude!😎👉👉

It's Not Like The Movies (WIP)

Rating:T

CW:Suggestive & very brief mention of sexual harrasment.

A small trail of saliva connected on their bottom lip. Jinx was panting for air yet still felt breathless.

Her heart was pounding erratically on her chest felt. She felt dizzy, hot, lightheaded, and exiletated.

They didn't need to say anything to know their expressions read, 'Holy shit'.

His eyes soon soften with wonder and admiration at the young woman under him.

His full lips pulled into a grin dripping with confidence and pride, "So, you do like me like that?"

He leaned down to press a tender kiss to her temple.

Her lips and other parts of her body tingled from the kiss they just shared. She never felt anything like this before.

When she was alone in her room at night, she dreamt of this scenario.

Her and Ekko being so wild with lust that he knocked everything off his desk to passionately make out with her.

This was almost the same thing...

Except they were both still clothed. And instead of taking charge and leading it further, Jinx stared at him dumbfounded.

This was different than going to a brothel or men leering, wolf-whistling, and trying to hit on her.

Ekko wanted her and she wanted him too. He just told her he loves her before she threw herself at him. He was kind, caring, smart, and honest.

He stayed when Vi threw her aside for her plaything. He never lied to her like her sister or Silco.

He gave her a second chance when she didn't deserve it. He gave her a home in his sanctuary despite the outcry it caused.

And now he gave her his love. She gave him her first kiss and sexual experience all in one night.

I do. I like-like you a lot.

Before the words could fall from her lips, she heard Mylo scoff. 'What are you so happy for, you idiot? You know how this goes. You're going to kill him. Just like everyone else in your life.'

Suddenly her lovestruck haze fizzled out and was replaced with growing panic.

Oh my Gods, he's right. I sealed his fate. I'm going to ruin everything. I shouldn't have kissed him. Oh my Gods, oh my Gods, oh my Gods.  What have I done?

"This was a mistake!"

The hurt on Ekko's face was like a knife being twisted in her heart.

"What?" he moved from between her legs. "Is this because..." he glanced down at the bulge tenting his pants. "Shit. I'm so sorry. I came on too strong. I-"

Regardless of how she felt, she pushed on. "We shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have.  This was..." Jinx hurried to sit up.

"I'm sorry, Ekko. But this can't happen. It's not safe."

"What isn't?"

"Us." she hugged her arms and struggled to maintain eye contact. "Me. I'll get you killed. It's for the best.

[summersnow82]

The Scent of Roses

Fanfiction_X-Men

Fictober 2023_Prompt 1: “It’s not too late. Let’s go.”

Author’s note: This is not the story these two deserve, but it’s what they’re getting right now. We’ll see what happens later. :)

Summary: Fellow mutant and friend, Sabrina Snow overhears Trish Tilby breaking up with Hank McCoy via his answering machine prior to an important black tie event. A reimagining of comic cannon events in the X-Men 2006 movie universe.

.....

Sabrina hadn’t meant to hear the voicemail Trish Tilby left Hank. Worse, she hadn’t meant for him to catch her hearing it, but the roses in her arms and her signature scent gave her away before his eyes ever met hers.

“They used the word bestiality three times...”

The words came out of the answering machine like a slap in the face, and Sabrina couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her. A gloved hand moved to cover her mouth, but Hank had heard. He always heard. He dropped his gaze from hers, reaching to turn the machine off before Trish could say any more.

“It was nice while it lasted,” he said in his rich, deep baritone. “But all good things…,” he trailed off, and his shoulders slumped. “You can take the flowers, Sabrina. I won’t be needing them after all.”

Sabrina was rooted to the floor. She had loved Hank McCoy since she came to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Everyone knew she carried a torch for him in her teenage years, but now they were adults. Most assumed now she held a deep affection for an old friend, but the truth was she loved him still. The emotions raging inside her petite form were massive: elation Hank was single again; fury he’d been hurt so terribly; fear for how he’d react to her because she’d witnessed his humiliation; sorrow because Trish made Hank happy, and now he was heartbroken.

“Sabrina,” Hank’s voice was soft as he called to her. She’d yet to move, and even though he hadn’t turned around he knew she was still present.

“Your limo is here,” she rasped, unable to think of anything else to say.

Hank rubbed a hand over his face. “I won’t be needing it.”

Sabrina frowned. “You’re not going to go?” She couldn’t help the confused tone. Hank’s position as Secretary of Mutant Affairs was a huge win for the mutant cause, and this dinner was more than a fancy date out. Hank was to provide a speech on the current mutant/human climate prior to introducing the President. It wasn’t just a dinner – it was an opportunity, and Trish Tilby chose this night – this important night for Hank to shine – to break up with him. Sabrina seethed internally. Trish’s timing was either intentionally cruel or incredibly stupid.

Sabrina chose to believe the latter.

Hank didn’t reply, and Sabrina nodded, turning to leave. She was halfway to the door when a wild, daring, terrifying idea came to her. She was torn between voicing her idea or simply acting on it, and decided once more to choose the latter. She walked quickly to the door, bolting into a full sprint once she was out of his lab. She’d have to be quick for this to work.

……

Hank slumped into his office chair, burying his face in his hands. He should’ve seen this coming. Shouldn’t have let his guard down. Should’ve prepared for the inevitable. Love ‘em and leave ‘em before they can leave – that was his style. He did it with panache and a gentlemanly flair that left his lovers singing his praises as they moved onto a more traditional relationship. He was dangerous and exotic to them, but safe and prestigious enough no one could really fault them for giving it a go. Trish though...he’d begun to think maybe he and Trish could go the distance.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the clock on his computer. The speech. It was a damn good one, too. Could he really sacrifice this opportunity for a broken heart?

He exhaled heavily, pushing himself up and out of the worn leather chair. “The show must go on, I suppose.” He was a good actor; he could pull this off. He shrugged out of his tux jacket, swinging it over his shoulder, loosened his bow tie, and willed himself to walk out of his lab.

He heard the voices sending him encouragement as he walked the halls of Xavier’s mansion, but he didn’t register faces. He was too caught up in his pain and obligation. He didn’t even notice Logan until the shorter man stepped into his path.

“Logan?” Hank pulled back, frowning at the hostile-looking mutant. He was blocking the front door, his muscled arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Ya gotta wait,” he grunted, thrusting his head towards the staircase. “Someone’s coming.”

Hank couldn’t contain the growl that rumbled in his throat. He was in no mood for Logan’s nonsense or Charles’ last minute pep talk. “Logan,” he began, the threat clear in his tone.

But Logan wasn’t listening. His eyes were on the stairs, his eyebrows suddenly reaching for his hairline as he let out a long, slow whistle. Hank frowned, turning to see what could possibly illicit that response from the Wolverine.

It took everything in him not to growl again, this time for very different reasons.

At the top of the stairs was Sabrina Snow, fellow mutant, childhood friend, confidant, and radiant beauty. Her blonde hair was piled high on her head with a few tendrils brushing her ivory shoulders. The dress was green velvet with a halter neckline that emphasized her ample bosom, and a thigh-high slit. She was leaning over to slip on a pair of black heels, exposing a long length of stocking-clad leg. Elbow length satin black gloves and sparkly earrings completed the look against slightly darker makeup than what she’d worn earlier.

She was a vision, and he knew it was all for him.

Sabrina straightened, seeing the two men looking up at her, and she flashed a pretty smile their way. “Oh, good! Logan caught you!” She began to descend the stairs, and Logan leaned forward, clapping a strong hand on Hank’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what happened, and I don’t wanna know. Just don’t screw this up, bub.”

Hank couldn’t think of anything to say. His eyes were locked on Sabrina. She always dressed well favoring vintage styles – full skirts, cardigans, pretty and feminine – and he’d always thought of her as lovely, beautiful even, but never… never sexy, tempting, forbidden, sensuous.

She reached the end of the staircase, flashing him another smile before her eyes caught sight of his undone bow tie. Her brow furrowed, reaching for it with one hand. “We can fix that in the car.”

Hank could count on one hand the number of times he’d felt stupid in his life. This moment was going to join the others; he couldn’t think of anything to say other than, “The car?”

She lowered her hand, grinning as if she were pleased with herself. “Mmmhmmm. C’mon. It’s not too late. Let’s go!” She reached for one of his hands, and began to lead him to the front door and the waiting limo just beyond it. “You have a speech to make, and a President to dazzle, Dr. McCoy.”

Words would eventually come to him that evening, not too soon after she leaned in to fix his bow tie, the scent of roses still gracing her skin. He wouldn’t remember what they were, but he knew with certainty none of them were about Trish Tilby.

[nobeansforme1234]

Alright so this is a lovely little ficlet have fun :)

El tried to let him down easy. She really did. The twisting feeling in her stomach made her almost want to pass out as she approached Mike, fidgeting with a stray string off her sweater. "Mike? Can we... Can we talk?" she asked softly. Almost too softly. She cringed slightly at how nervous she sounded, how her tone so easily betrayed how she was feeling.

Mike glanced up from whatever he was writing, confusion causing his brows to furrow and a frown to tug at the corners of his lips. "Sure. What's up, El?"

El allowed herself to take a few moments to calm down before she spoke again. She was treading lightly here, choosing her words carefully.

"You don't love me."

Mike's eyebrows raised, panic and more confusion flittering across his face. "What? El, I told you I loved you. I meant it. Where is this coming from? I thought we were okay."

El sighed shakily, dropping her gaze. "You lie sometimes. I lie sometimes. I don't want us to lie to each other anymore. You don't love me. I think... I think we should break up. We don't work anymore... I think maybe we will lie less if we are just friends."

Mike's breath caught, and she couldn't bear to look at his expression. She didn't want to see what anyone else could plainly see on his face: shock, hurt, confusion, and the faintest hints of relief. The relief is what would hurt her the most and she knew that.

It is a few long minutes before Mike speaks up again. "I think you're right. I tried so hard for you, El... I really did, and I'm sorry I couldn't give you what you needed. You deserve better." He stood then, and she still couldn't look at him.

"I know you don't need me like I hoped you did... I know you're strong and independent, and I'm... I'm happy for you." Mike's voice was shaking, cracking in some places. El finally spared a glance up at him, and what she saw there hurt far more than she had anticipated. There was betrayal. Clear as day, sharp and painful. He didn't look back at her as he left the room, his throat burning with the desire to cry. His emotions were conflicting and it was sending him into a spiral.

Will made the unfortunate mistake of asking Mike what was wrong, seeing the boy on the brink of tears. He didn't get a response for a long while, and he waited. He let Mike gather his thoughts, gave him time.

"You lied, Will."

Panic floods the aching and exhausted teenager, and it feels like someone stole all the air out of his lungs. All he manages to do is croak out a weak and shaky "What?"

"You said El would always need me. She doesn't... She doesn't need me. You lied. Why would you lie? Friends... Friends don't lie."

"Mike..."

Mike didn't let him talk. He couldn't. "You wanna know the worst part? She broke up with me and it... It doesn't hurt as badly as it should. A sick part of me is relieved. Relieved that I don't have to lie and pretend to love her anymore because I don't know how much longer I could have kept that up."

Will was so lost, his eyes searching Mike's expression for answers he knew he wouldn't find yet. "What are you talking about? You love her."

Mike shook his head with a weak laugh that sounded more like a half sob. "Maybe I do. But not the way I'm supposed to. Not the way she deserves. I've been so confused, Will. I've been so confused and so exhausted and I don't understand my own feelings anymore!"

Will could only watch helplessly as the tears began to fall down Mike's cheeks, leaving soft trails of wetness on his pale skin. He could only stare as he watched his best friend fall apart.

Mike looked back at him, and all of a sudden, it was like a lightbulb lit up over his head. Things started to fall into place, and his next sentence was bordering on desperate.

"I'm going to ask you something and I'm begging you to please be honest with me."

The panic surged back up again, and all Will could do was nod. He wasn't going to deny Mike anything now.

"El didn't commission that painting, did she?"

Fuck.

"It's... It's you who needs me. It's you who feels like a mistake... But I make you feel like you're not a mistake. It's you who's different. What did you mean by that, Will? What makes you so different that you feel like a mistake?" The tears were falling faster now, and he was practically choking on his words.

Will was quiet for a moment. His reply was shaky and soft, and he couldn't force himself to look away from Mike now. As bad as it hurt him to see him cry, he still couldn't tear his gaze away. His eyes began to fill with tears as his fear reached an all time high. "Mike, I think you know... You... You know why."

"Please... I need you to say it."

Will didn't realize he was crying, but he couldn't stop once he started.

"Say it. Please."

Will felt like someone was pressing down on his chest, restricting his airflow as he choked out three shaky words: "I love you."

A rush of air left Mike, his shoulders slumping. It was like a huge weight was lifted off of them. "You love me?"

"Yes. I love you, Michael Wheeler." Will's tone was more confident now, though the tears still hadn't let up.

There wasn't a hint of hesitation in Mike's voice when he replied, so easily it was like taking a breath, "I love you too."

[deathisanartmetzli]

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @deathisanartmetzli​ @stolensiren

SUMMARY: Metzli and Cass celebrate their first birthday.

WARNINGS: None

The end was coming. Metzli, of everyone in their multiple friend groups, knew that best. The sacrifices had volunteered, and half the town had made its exit. For once, people were leaving, and with each departure, Metzli’s heart ached. White Crest had become their home, and it was their first. It was a hard pill to swallow, but with the glass of water that was their approaching new beginning, they put on a smile. Which, really, wasn’t even that hard.

Cass was placing candles on a small cake they’d made together, and the first notes of Happy Birthday hummed between her lips. She had made the day a whole ordeal, as promised when the news of the information being found was announced. Both her and Eilidh had gone all out. It was an adjustment to just let it happen, and they had been adamant that Metzli deserved it, so they tried. For the most part, they were successful. They even let Cass talk them into streamers and a piñata. A big shindig, however, was out of the question. Intimacy was the name of the game, and Metzli felt fortunate that Cass was more than willing to oblige as long as they still celebrated.

“You know I told you nothing big right?” The streamers and confetti strewn all over the kitchen to the living room danced like they had come to life. Well, they had, but the little guys weren’t causing enough of a ruckus to do anything about it. Besides, Metzli knew it wouldn’t last much longer. The way the glitches worked, they didn’t let them stir anything up. Doing so was pointless. “Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure you somehow managed to make those little things come to life just so you can secretly throw a party with a giant crowd.”

When it came to unavoidable problems, Cass’s solution had always been to ignore them until they became too big to ignore. Historically, it wasn’t a solution that had worked well for her, but… she still found it better than the alternative. Finding distractions, pretending the only place she’d ever felt at home wasn’t ending and that people she knew weren’t volunteering to stay behind and end with it felt better than acknowledging it as something she couldn’t change. It was childish, maybe, but it was all she could do.

And this distraction, at least, was a good one. Metzli’s birthday was something Cass intended to make a big deal out of. It was the first one her older sibling got to celebrate, the first one where they knew the significance of the day. That wasn’t something that could be glossed over — even for the end of the world. The cake was as extravagant as Cass knew how to make it, the decorations bright and everywhere. Her grin lit up her face as she turned, cake in hand, to face Metzli.

“You knew when you told me that that I was gonna ignore it,” she replied with a laugh. “Trust me, though, if I had the power to make decorations come to life, that piñata would be talking. There’s no way I’d stop at the streamers.” Though the town glitches working in their favor was a welcome surprise. “I do wish you’d let me invite more people, though. You deserve a party with a big crowd, you know.”

A wry smile slowly formed on Metzli’s lips, a reluctant acceptance creeping into their body language. Birthdays were something they coordinated for others, happily so. Receiving such affections, however, was completely foreign to them. They wanted to try though. It felt nice to be celebrated, that people were happy they were born. And without the people who gave them life hovering over them to whisper, or rather, yell their hatred for their existence, it was easier to let themself be shrouded in warmth. But only Cass’s for now. The celebratory hunt Eilidh had in mind would come later in the night. “I don’t want a party with a big crowd. Something like this feels right. I don’t know. I just…” Metzli trailed off with a sigh, laying their chin on their arm as they looked to Cass. She looked in her element. Happy and carefree. The way Metzli thought she always deserved to be. It felt nice that they were part of the reason for it, and a bright grin revealed the fangs that involuntarily lengthened at the smell of blood in the cake.

“You know me. I think you’re the only other person that gets me besides Macleod. You should’ve seen her this morning. She wore my favorite—Nevermind.” Waving a hand, it quickly slapped onto Metzli’s lips to stifle a fit of laughter. There was no way Cass wouldn’t gag at the thought of their sibling having sex. “She doted on me and gave me a framed piece of artwork that she made for me. I taught her how to frame and then she…” They bit their lip with a smile, “She gave me a portrait of us in the most beautiful poplar bark frame. Even pressed a datura flower onto the corner of it. That’s what she calls me. Datura.” A soft warmth fell onto Metzli’s cheeks and they were sure they would have blushed if they could. They wouldn’t have even minded it. Blushing because of a woman like Eilidh was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Metzli really did look happy. It was a relief, in some way. Part of Cass had been nonsensically nervous about this, afraid that she’d do a poor job despite knowing that Metzli wouldn’t care about such a thing. She knew Metzli was happy just to have her here, knew that her presence was enough. But… For someone who had spent most of her life trying desperately to prove that she was worth keeping around, those doubts crept in regardless of what she knew to be true. There was always going to be a piece of her that screamed she wasn’t enough on her own. It was nice, sometimes, being able to prove that she had something worth giving, even if it wasn’t anything she had to give. Even if it was just a cake full of blood and some brightly colored streamers.

“Well, I’ll always be around to make you feel gotten,” Cass joked, even though she knew it wasn’t quite true. That was the thing about having immortal friends — you kind of understood that they’d outlive you. There was a selfish sort of relief to that, too. As Metzli went on, Cass wrinkled her nose, dramatically pressing her hands to her ears. “Ew, Metzli, gross! I don’t want to hear about that!” But she was laughing as she said it, and everything felt light. It was nice to hear that Macleod had given Metzli something that touched them so completely. Though Cass hadn’t gotten off on the best foot with her sibling’s partner, it was clear that Metzli loved her and it was clear that Macleod loved them back. And Metzli, more than anyone Cass knew, deserved that. “You’ll have to show me,” she said with a bright smile. “I’d love to see it when we finish the cake.”

Metzli took advantage of the state of playful disgust Cass was in, dashing around the counter with intention. “Oh man, you should’ve seen it. Her boobs looked extra perky and she does this really flexible—ow!” Cass smacked them on the head before they could finish the monologue of their morning sexcapades. “Jokes on you, I like it rough.” Knowing that would earn them another smack, Metzli moved out of Cass’s reach to dodge her hand. They laughed from their belly and held their stomach as it tightened from the strength of it. “Oh man, I haven’t laughed like that in a while.” They paused, wiping a tear from their eye. Several more moments of laughter quickly ensued and then Metzli reigned it in with a gesture of surrender.

“Okay, okay. Ya no mas. I’m done.” With a sigh, Metzli spun the cake on the counter slowly, taking in all the decoration Cass had worked so hard on. “So I guess we just light this puppy up and eat it?” It touched them to have someone like Cass in their life. Never had they even dreamed of having friends, let alone a chosen family. It was only fitting that they spent the day with her, of all people. It always had been easier to accept love from their little sister. From the getgo, she made it easy. “Let’s get on it, lil sis. I wanna hear those pipes sing.”

Cass groaned as her attempt to smack Metzli into silence backfired, rolling her eyes and swatting at them again even as they moved away. “You’re the worst,” she complained good naturedly, rolling her eyes with a huff. But it was so good to hear them laugh like this, so thrilling to see them so carefree and happy. Cass would have done anything to elicit this kind of reaction, would have suffered a thousand gross retellings of Metzli’s activities with Macleod. It was worth it, at the end of the day. It was definitely worth it.

“You better be done,” she cautioned, holding out the stick she’d picked up to place next to the piñata like a weapon. “I’m not afraid to smack you again, you know.” She lowered the stick with a look, as if she was ready to pick it up again in a moment’s notice, then nodded. “Yeah! I couldn’t fit all the candles on it, but I got as many as I could.” The cake was a mess of birthday candles, and probably a fire hazard, but the world was ending anyway. What did it matter if they burned something down? Clearing her throat, she laughed. “I, uh… maybe shouldn’t sing anything. Don’t want to accidentally enthrall you again, right? But! I wrote a note!” She pulled a tattered paper from her pocket, waving it. “I can read it to you! Or you can read it to yourself. You know, whichever.”

Even more laughter ensued at the sight of the stick that was so clearly a threat on Cass’s part. She definitely would take a swing, but the likelihood of the attack landing was nil. Even with one arm less, Metzli had no doubts in their ability to evade their little sister, no matter how well they trained her. “I may be the worst, but you still love me.” They said with a chuckle, swiping up a glob of icing with their finger and stuffing their mouth in the process. Their eyes lit up with delight and surprise when they were actually able to taste the sweet concoction.

“You really outdid yourself. And you packed in all the candles you could find, huh?” A grin spread across Metzli’s face with a glee they didn’t think possible. “Can’t say I’m surprised. I love it. Thank you for going all out.” They said with a smile, nodding in agreement with Cass. Singing was definitely out of the question. “Yeah, you’re right. No singing. But for sure read me your note. It's just better not to make me cry.” As if to threaten, Metzli raised a fist, but they were positive Cass would understand that it was all in jest.

“I really, really do,” Cass sighed, rolling her eyes as if the statement wasn’t the best thing she’d ever said. And it kind of was. Loving Metzli was so simple, so easy, so true. It was strange, almost, to think of a time where they’d been a stranger in the woods who scared her, strange to remember the night they met when she’d been terrified of them and the way they exploded a person to dust right in front of her. It felt like it had happened a thousand years ago now, like Metzli had always been a part of her life. It would have been so much easier if they had, of course, but… Having them now was the next best thing. Knowing that she’d have them forever was pretty awesome.

She grinned at the praise, nodding her head quickly. “I could only fit fifty-eight on there, so I guess you get to be a little less ancient in spirit,” she teased, the grin on her face a bright reflection of Metzli’s. “You deserve to have somebody go all out for your first official birthday!” She’d keep repeating that until Metzli believed it, even if it took a hundred more years. Nodding, she looked down at the note. “No promises,” she replied, a teasing lilt to the words. But, as she cleared her throat, she recognized that there was probably some truth to it, anyway.

“Dear Metzli,” she started, glancing up to meet their eye with a smile that was almost nervous, because she didn’t do this often. Cass was someone who loved with her whole heart, but she didn’t tend to put that heart on display. There was something terrifying about the very concept of it, some part of her that expected rejection even now, even here. It was hard to spend your entire childhood walking on eggshells only to find yourself on solid ground suddenly and without warning. Cass was still trying to adjust her balance. “I’m not a writer. I’m not a lot of things, really, but I think I’m more things now than I was when I met you. I, um… I don’t think I’ve ever really known who I am. Like, for the longest time, I borrowed pieces of other people and tried them on for myself to see if it would make me somebody they might like more. To see if it would make me someone worth liking. And then —”

She broke off suddenly, a lump forming in her throat. She pushed it down with a wry smile, rolling her eyes in a way that was a little self-deprecating and a little nervous. “And then I met you. And it was weird, ‘cause even in the beginning, you never wanted me to be somebody else. You never wanted me to try on pieces of you, or of the other people you liked. You just… Wanted me to be me. And that was kind of… scary? I guess? Because I didn’t know who that was. I didn’t know if you’d still like me if I was me, but I didn’t know who else to be for you, either. So, you know, I gave it a try. And you… You accepted it. You encouraged it. You were the first person who ever did that. You were the first person who saw me for me and liked me anyway. You made me feel like I wasn’t too much or too little, like I was enough just like I was. You showed me what it was like to have a family. And I can’t — I can’t thank you enough for that. There aren’t enough candles in the world, or enough streamers. If I could give you the world, I would. You’d deserve it. But, you know, the world’s ending, anyway, so maybe it’d be a shitty gift with a bad warranty. So I just… I just want to try to make you feel the way you make me feel. Loved. Cared for. And enough. I hope I can do that for you.”

Flying and falling always looked a bit too similar when you put them side by side. But that was exactly what it felt like to be listening to everything Cass said in her heartfelt letter. She did say no promises, but damn, Metzli wasn’t ready for the tidal wave of emotions and outright love she spewed from her tongue. Tears welled in their eyes, and their brows furrowed together as they tried hard to not let a single tear fall. They couldn’t help but wonder, had they really done that for her? Soulless as they were when they had first met, was it really true that they still managed to spark the kind of light she never got but fully deserved?

A hitched breath stuck in Metzli’s throat, and they swallowed past the lump in their throat that was still continuing to grow. No, they were not flying or falling. For the first time ever, they could finally decode the sensation they always felt when Cass was near. They were rising. From the beginning, she influenced that experience because that’s who she innately was. “God Cass,” They sniffled, wiping the thick tears from their eyes as they finally said, “You’re an asshole.” Cass wouldn’t be offended. Of that, Metzli was sure of. So sure that they reached across the cold marble to reach the soft warmth of Cass’s hand.

The two had spent many a night cuddled up watching movies together, crying to each other in times of need, wrestling like nothing else mattered, and piecing each other back together when all hope seemed lost. They had spent just as many nights alone, unable to imagine what they had then. What a marvel it was to finally have everything, and it was all so special. Spending that single moment together though? It was the highlight of their relationship to Metzli, and with a blow of the candles, they smiled; their eyes soft and never leaving Cass’s as they said everything they needed to. No push-back, no denial. Just a simple statement. “Thank you.”

“You still love me,” Cass replied, echoing Metzli’s statement from before. She folded the note up and set it on the table beside the cake, bringing her hands up to wipe away the tears from her own eyes with a small smile. Everything she’d said was the truth, and she wasn’t sure anyone was more surprised by that than she was. Cass had spent most of her life living in half-truths and white lies. To be so utterly honest with someone was a sensation she wasn’t entirely familiar with. But… It was certainly something Metzli had earned, time and time again. They really had changed Cass’s life. They really had been the first domino to fall and leave her where she was now — as someone with a support system, with a family to fall back on. And she couldn’t thank them enough for that.

Taking their hand, she squeezed it tightly and offered them another smile. “I didn’t say anything I didn’t mean,” she said softly, eyes brimming with more tears. The best kind of tears, she thought; tears of joy, tears of love. Metzli had never caused her anything else.

Clearing her throat, Cass brought her free hand down to fiddle with the hem of her shirt absently. “Now, are you going to blow out these candles before something catches fire? I really don’t want to accidentally burn your house down on your birthday. That would be, like, the worst gift.”

On her cue, Metzli inhaled deeply, filling their lungs with more than enough air to extinguish the tiny flames on the cake. Smoke rose to form a small cloud above the melted sticks, and one by one, they removed most of them. Impatience, as it always did, got the better of Metzli, and they grabbed the rest of the handful to toss them to the side, frosting and all.

“Now do I dig into the cake? Heard you’re supposed to just bite into it if you’re the birthday kid, but I’m not sure if that’s a myth or not.” Metzli shrugged with a face that clearly said they had no clue what the right course of action was. They might as well really have been turning one with how lost they were. “Can you even eat the cake? If not, I made sure to make cupcakes earlier. They’re in the fridge if you wanna grab them.” In the mean time, Metzli decided to be risky and playful. Their mouth opened wide and closed around a portion of the cake, a big bite of it filling their mouth and activating their tastebuds with the most magnificent flavor.

Watching Metzli blow out the candles was an absolute delight, though with how elevated her mood was at the moment, Cass suspected most things would be a delight right about now. She laughed as Metzli tossed the candles aside, paying little mind to where they landed. They’d clean them up later, but for now… They had a cake to eat.

“Yes! You definitely dig into the cake.” Truth be told, Cass didn’t have much of a concept of birthday traditions herself; this year was the first time she’d properly celebrated her birthday, too, after all. “I think you can do whatever you want. It’s your birthday, so you get to decide what you’re supposed to do.” That was the beauty of it, she thought. Even if neither of them knew the ‘proper’ traditions for this sort of thing, they could make up their own. They got to decide how things like this went down in their family. It was kind of exhilarating. “I should probably stick to the cupcakes,” she agreed with a grin. “Besides, the cake was kind of made especially for you, anyway. You should have the whole thing.” She grinned as Metzli bit into the cake, laughing in delight. “How is it?”

No longer inhibiting themself with proper manners, Metzli essentially bit into the cake with several giant bites, effectively eating over half of it. Their face was covered with frosting and a million cake crumbs, and they couldn’t help themself when an idea came to mind. “Hey Cass!” They exclaimed, crouching and subsequently darting at Cass to tackle her and cover her with sticky sugar.

Laughter bellowed out of Metzli’s chest as they smeared the mess over Cass’s face, claiming she deserved kisses. “You’re just the best sister in the whole wide world. Don’t try to fight it! Sisters like you get kisses all over the cheeks and head!” Never had Metzli felt so happy in their life, and they were even happier getting to experience it with one of their favorite people.

Getting to annoy her was just a bonus, and before they inevitably tipped her over the edge that led to a chase, Metzli hopped off of Cass and sprinted toward the sliding door that led to the backyard. Their laughter receded into the yard, frosted footprints the only thing left in the wake of their attack. A breakthrough that was lost on them, but would certainly delight Eilidh. Life was messy, and that way okay. For once, Metzli, unbeknownst to them, finally understood that. “Catch me if you can! Bonus points if you get me with a cupcake!”

It was clear that Metzli was enjoying the cake, and Cass let herself bask in the pride of it for a moment before her sibling called out her name, capturing her attention. It didn’t take long to figure out what it was they wanted, and Cass let out a squeal as Metzli tackled her, swatting at them playfully. “Metzli Valeria Bernal, you are going down!”

Scrambling to her feet once Metzli’s weight disappeared from on top of her, Cass grabbed a cupcake and took chase, howling with laughter all the while.

[furys-burn]

contd. | ( FINNICK & JOHANNA ) | @madefate

He is content to just hang onto her for a moment, to feel that she is alive and whole and whatever is happening in the world -- however fucked they are -- they can at least have this. Finnick tightens his hold as much as it’ll go until it strains muscles he hasn’t used in a while and starts biting into scar tissue and healing wounds, and even then he tries a little more. He braces his hands against Johanna’s back and feels the rhythm of her sobbing and lets his tears fall. 

❛ Good. Just -- just stay right here. ❜ He stopped wondering about things like justice and deserving when he was about sixteen or so. There’s no such thing as karma; your suffering doesn’t pave the way to better things in the future. Your best bet is to survive while you can, take as much as possible without attracting attention, and make your calculated risks that don’t err too far into recklessness. 

But he’s human, despite it all, and there’s a dying voice still kicking around in the back of his mind that wonders if they don’t deserve a little bit of happiness after all the pain. 

When she’s ready, he lets her sit up just a little, their hands still linked. For the first time in years, he feels the roughness of his own skin against hers and he laughs, pleased. They’ve seen too much for either of them to be scared of the ugly looking marks wrapped around his palm. ❛ I don’t... I have no idea. I haven’t heard anything, so I -- ❜ He trails off, still a little angry with himself that full sentences are hard to put together. Particularly since he suspects that the cause isn’t some injury, but something deeper in his mind and his heart. ❛ I figured I’d stick around and see what... I assumed someone would need something. Television, or -- they always need something, you know? ❜ 

He pulls her hand up and presses it against his cheek. It’s real. Real, real, real. ❛ But maybe we could finally... go home. See it -- I want you to see Four. Or Seven. Can you even imagine? ❜

Outside of the room she could hear orders and the metallic scraping of hospital beds. Out there, they were sipping on the dregs of revolution deciding what the tale of District 13 will be. If Coin will be a mistake or a martyr, the girl on fire revolutionary or a traitor, and caught in the middle of it were bodies like theirs used for their godhood but discarded for the person. In here, she felt more like Johanna than she had for weeks.

The hand on her cheek is scarred and textured and she presses the point of her cheekbone hard into it. It was one of the few moderations Blight had allowed a toss up between structure and curves that gave the severe look the Capitol had loved her for. Now it just felt useless except for how it bit into his skin. There were no more crowds, no more fans, no more hands to grab and pet and claw at her skin. She could see it in Finnick's eyes the years held tradition of preening for the cameras a craving worse than the call of morphling she had under her own skin. What was their precious Finnick Odair without a crowd to scream his name?

Maybe she is a coward or maybe she doesn't believe it herself but she doesn't tell him that it is all over yet.

" You would hate Seven, the old fogies will have a field day ripping you to shreds. If you think I'm mean you should see the type who raised me. " One look at him and she could almost hear the side eyes and backhanded remarks he would earn. Maybe it would do him good, tender him up some after years of Capitol niceties. " As for Four..."

Air catching in her throat, not again, she screams the secrets out before she is under again, choking. There is only a second before she feels her body light up and spread into cells and then atoms and then nothing. She is burning yet drowning and above everything else, she won't die. " Someday. Someday I'll go to Four. "

[bendableparts]

ted lasso  ,  ( oral ) sender goes down on receiver.

♡  ˙  *  ✧  there was no explanation as to what had brought on this quick change of atmosphere, but barbie couldn’t say she was disappointed. not when ted had lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom, setting her down with care onto the bed. maybe it was the way barbie had looked at him, wetting her lips and biting the bottom one as she watched him bake ( what could she say? she had a thing for men in aprons ). whatever it was, the man had promptly stopped what he was doing and gave his full attention to her, instead. a giggle had escaped at being so quickly picked up, but now she was gazing down at ted quietly as he trailed kisses down her stomach, gently pushing up her dress to reveal her already wet panties. pink spreads across her cheeks, but she has no time to be embarrassed. feeling his lips against the soft parts of her thighs causes barbie’s back to arch. she had always been easily pleased ; he didn’t need to do much to make her feel good. 

and yet, he continues further inward, finally hooking a finger around her pink underwear and pushing it to the side. the moment his tongue wets her clit, barbie gives a high moan, the woman biting her lip as she tries to keep herself quiet.  ‘ ted... ’  is the next sound she lets out, nearly a whimper, hips involuntarily bucking up into his mouth. she doesn’t know what she did to deserve this sort of treatment, but barbie decided she would just be happy it was happening, at all.     @lassosway.

[wildcatofgreen]

"AND THEN, WABAM!!!!!" Carol slapped her hands together, almost jumping off of her seat on the log, "Me an' Sony SMASHED RIGHT THROUGH THAT THING! AND EXPLOSIONS STARTED GOIN' OFF, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!! It was so awesome, Lyli--stones, ya should'a been there!!!" She was so giddy to tell her about all of the awesome things that happened to her.

Told her about Tangle, about going to hell, about meetin' Bapho and Dan, about training with the gemerald and how she even got here, all of the wacky and insane things that happened. Even told her about how Sonar and herself intimidated Zao into giving Carol the Battlesphere Champ title!!!!

She told her about almost everything she could think of!!!!

...

Almost.

"It sounds like you've been having the time of your life!" The dragon seemed excited, as if she was on the edge of her seat with every story that came out of the wildcat's mouth. "And how's Cory? She hasn't been causing any trouble, has she?"

"What? Naaaaaah," she limped a wrist at her, "She's been fine! Big help sometimes, too. I swear, I don't know what I'd do without her!"

"Really? How's she helped?"

"Uh. Y-Y'know, with stuff an' things. Nothin' too big--nothin' that I couldn't do on my own!"

She was, is, and always will be, a terrible liar.

Anytime something had to do with romance reared it's ugly head, it was avoided like the plague.

Which means things like the very expensive date night, were in fact, not framed as such. Just her and Sony hanging out. Didn't even mention the engagement present. Didn't even mention the dress.

And the whole proposal business was just skipped over in it's entirety. There was no way to even go about that without mentioning the slightest bit of romance.

There was still fear in her heart, about it all. An unfounded fear, to be sure. But being with her now, speaking about all of these things...? Did she really have to mention it? Couldn't she just enjoy this, just a little bit longer?

Stones, she was so pretty, too. She almost forgot just how nice Lilac looked, how she could always carry herself well. Even when she was out in the wilderness, she always found a way to make herself look nice.

Or was she just naturally this pretty?

Couldn't tell, honestly. Didn't care much either.

If only she could just, one time, she could just...

The wildcat shook her head. No. Don't do that. Don't ruin everything for one stupid ki--

"You okay, Carol?" Concern washed over the dragon's face, "You thinkin' about somethin--"

"NOPE." She shook her head aggressively. "Not for this wildcat!!! Nu-uh!!!" Gave a very firm smile, as if to prove it. "Can't bother this kung-fu kitty, that's for su--"

The dragon grabbed her hands again, giving them a little squeeze. "It's okay, Carol. You know I wouldn't tell anyone, right?"

!!!

If only she knew... Telling her would be the worst.

Chuckling nervously, she nodded, "Y-Yeah, I know. Just..." she trailed off.

Lilac chuckled more confidently than the wildcat, "Alright, I get it. But you know as well as I do that it's not good to bottle things u--"

The dragon stopped herself. Her eyes widened, her gaze averting from the feline.

Now it was Carol's turn to be concerned. She spoke, simply, questioningly, "Lilac...?"

"SO!" Gaze firmly back on the wildcat, accompanied by a smile, "You never mentioned anything about how you two," she paused, "Well, y-y'know~!"

Was she talking about...?

Fuck. Damn it. She didn't wanna talk about that--not to her. To anyone but her.

Maybe if she downplayed it...?

"Oh, pfffffft," slipped a hand from Lilac's grasp, limping it, "That ol' thing? It was as simple as can be!

"Sony just walked up to me one day and proposed!"

Like, right? That's believable enough. The guy's the usually the one who wants to--

"Oh."

...

Oh?

"W-What?" Carol was nervous, definitely nervous. Did Milla tell her something different, or--

"I-It's nothing. I'm just," she smiled, hard. Almost as if it was... forced? Wait-- "Really happy for you!!! You deserve it, y'know? Especially after everything we've been through, haha!"

Lilac shared the wildcat's nerves, almost to a T. It was easy to tell, after so long. Be around a girl for most of your life and picking up her quirks isn't exactly hard.

"Lyli, you okay?" She scooched closer to her.

"Yeah I'm fine! Perfectly fine. A dragon's always fine, Carol."

"Lyli--"

"Carol," her voice was harsh, as she spat out the name. There was a pause in the air, before Lilac turned away in what the feline could only assume was... shame? Regret? "Sorry, I just..."

She scooched closer herself, only to lay her head on the feline's shoulder.

"I'm... really sorry, Carol." She wrapped her arms around the wildcat.

...Sorry?

"For what? Ya ain't do nothin'."

"It's really dumb, right? You'd think someone like me would have herself figured out by now. I mean, that's kind of why I did this trip in the first place. I wanted to learn more about myself, about my people, maybe even my parents."

The wildcat wrapped her own arms around Lilac.

Was she really hurting this much?

"And I have learned some things. I've seen so many things I thought I'd never see before, so many people who live lives I didn't think possible. "So many people who..." She closed her eyes, "have someone.

"I didn't know how that felt, or... I thought I didn't.

"But then, when we had to fight Merga, when I learned more about her, I felt... "Stupid. Like, you just gave me your titular ''face punchies'' or something," she snickered, "It felt so obvious then.

"But," she sighed, "I realized it too late."

...

What... what was she talking about?

There was a pit in the cat's stomach. She couldn't exactly place why. Why this felt... scary, to her.

"I didn't think it was true, at first. All my life I've been told something different. That it wasn't okay. You can't... do that. It's wrong. "I can't imagine you were told the same--you weren't the Scarves' trophy.

"I guess you're lucky, then. You weren't deluded for years, being raised into something you never wanted to be. You chose this path, right?

"To be the ''Scarves' Pwincess''," she spit out the words, "What a joke. To think I'm only realizing this now."

There was a silence.

The dragon sniffled.

The wind bellowed.

She spoke again, softer. "I never wanted that. The stiffness, the royalty, the importance of it all. I didn't want to be a Princess. "I didn't want a Prince at my side. "I didn't want any of that. "But I was told I had to, that wanting another Princess was wrong. That I would grow up, and I would be with my Prince, and we would live a happily ever after, just like in the fairytales. "Forever a Scarf. Forever trapped, because of who I am.

"I love being a dragon. I really do. "But to know that people, no matter what I do, will always see me as this aggressor, this evil, awful person, despite everything I've done to try and help. "That people would put me in a box, because of what I am..."

She looks up at the wildcat, her grip on her tightening.

"You're the only one who hasn't made me feel like that. "That maybe, I could tear away these binds and live as my own person. "That maybe..."

Her gaze averted. Her eyes were glossy, ready to burst at any second.

"Forgive me for this, please. "But when I heard you and Sonar were getting married, it, it... "I didn't know what to feel. "You and Sonar are so good for each other, you're so happy together, it makes me really happy knowing that you can have someone you love so much. "But...

"After those logs, afters knowing just how much Merga loved Cordelia...

"I thought, maybe, just maybe, I could have the same."

She looked up at the wildcat once more, those same, dreamy eyes on her face.

The very same ones Sonar would have.

"I could have my Cordelia."

...

The wind swept past the two.

Their eyes interlocked, the same hurt, the same pain, felt and seen across both of their faces.

The wildcat grit her teeth, averted her eyes.

"Maybe..."

She sighed.

"Maybe I wanted my own Merga."

There was a pause, a silence. Those words sat between the two, coating the air.

"Maybe I've... always wanted my own Merga. But I ain't think like... it could'a happened.

"She'd never see it like that. She'd never think it'd go that way. Sure, we spent time together like this, but she'd never feel that way. Not that I knew, anyway.

"Maybe I still feel that way, an' I've been kickin' myself everyday because of it.

"Some wife I am, am I right? Sittin' here. Wantin' somethin' I could never have.

"Wantin' it 'cause I ain't ever had it."

Guilt written on her face.

This only made her feel worse.

The dragon shifted, sitting at equal level with the feline. She pushed her forehead against the wildcat's, their noses touching ever so slightly. Slowly, shakily, she asked, "If... If you could have her, for just one second, just a single second,

"Would you?"

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Until The Ends of the Earth

Orderly! Peter Ballard x Orderly! Reader | FLUFF & ANGST

word count: 1.6K 

AN: This fic has a special place in my heart. Childhood friendships, concealed love, confessions, and arguments. I hope you enjoy this one!

© lovetohate001, 2022. reposting/translating is not allowed.

Peter couldn’t remember when he first fell for you. Maybe it was when you were both children, and you’d been like an older sister to him. And that tenderness and love you had shown him when everyone else had seen him as a monster…maybe that was what had made his heart start to skip a beat every time he saw you in the morning. That smile that crinkled at the corner of your eyes and your warm “good morning, Peter” ‘s.

You had both fallen into a rhythm over the years, where one was never left alone for long without the other. Brenner hadn’t truly thought about it much. The two of you were an excellent team, and the children here adored the both of you so dearly, that no one could truly try to separate the two of you. There wasn’t any reason to.

“Good morning,” you greeted Peter that cold Monday morning.

Winter was creeping around the corner with the end to another year. And the thing he adored most around this time of year? The colourful scarves you wore over your white uniform. Every day, you seemed to have a completely different one on hand.

“Lavender today?” he asked, his smile soft as he nodded towards the scarf wrapped around your neck.

“Yes!” your smile seemed to brighten, if that was even possible, and you did a small little twirl for him. “Do you like it? I’m not sure if I missed any stitches this time around…I made this last night.”

“I am sure you did. But it looks lovely.” He reached up to run the back of his hand over the scarf, not missing the way you held your breath. “It is so soft. I’m sure the children won’t be able to leave you alone today.”

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your scarf more securely around your neck. “If I have to fight off Eleven today for trying to steal this one as well, I will have to bring you in to stop me from causing damage to the poor girl.”

Peter couldn’t hide the amused smile on his face at that.

“She has four of your scarves already from last week. I am sure she does it on purpose to see if you run out of wool to knit with. Or maybe she wants to start her own collection for all we know?”

“Maybe…” you trailed off in thought, looking down at your shoes, “Maybe! Maybe I should try and make little scarves for the kids!”

“What for?” Peter had no idea where you were going with this.

“Christmas!” you exclaimed.

“Christmas…the children have no idea what that is, first of all,” he pointed out, “and secondly, how on earth will we ever get past Brenner for this?”

“I’ll find a way…” you gave him a small wink and started off down the hall, straight to Brenner’s office.

Peter had no idea how on earth you ended up pulling it off, but after a few hours, you came screaming down the hall: “We can get the scarves!”

A week later, and a week before Christmas, you had decided to give the children their presents. Their laughter leaked out from the Rainbow Room as you and Peter stood by the doors, watching them.

“I’m glad they’re happy,” you said, your eyes distant, a small sadness gnawing at your heart. “I wish they could’ve had a normal life. Sometimes I think they deserve more than this.” You gestured to the white hallways around you.

“I know.” Peter’s gaze had darkened a little, from sadness or anger, you didn’t quite understand. “Look, Y/N…there’s something we need to talk about.”

“Oh?” you had not expected that at all. Your eyes were wide, and you would be lying if you said your heart hadn’t picked up its pace a little.

He leaned in, his voice just above a whisper when he said, “But we can’t talk here. Meet me near the breakroom. Our spot, remember?”

And that was how you found yourself, outside in the cold, at the small little corner towards the back of Hawkin’s Laboratory. There were no cameras here. Your spot. Our spot, you reminded yourself. The two of you had snuck out here as children, showing each other your powers. The pine trees ahead were still the same, and still capped with fresh snowfall.

“Hey.” Peter’s voice came from behind you, starting you and breaking you from your thoughts.

“Hey,” you stared up at him expectantly.

He leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh. His breath came out in a cloud of white. It was so cold out here, yet somehow his eyes seemed colder. Carrying a weight that you hadn’t seen there before this morning.

“What is it?’ you asked, a tentative hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder, covered by a thick coat.

“Just…” he frowned, eyes trained down on his shoes, pushing the snow back and forth. “I talked to Eleven…”

“Eleven?”

“And I have a plan…” he looked at you now, those blue eyes of his filled with a cautiousness that went straight to your heart. “I want us to leave. In a few weeks. Eleven has agreed to help me. Help us.”

“Wait…” you took your hand from his shoulder and wrapped both arms around yourself. “You…want us to escape?”

“Essentially, yes.”

“But…the others? The children? And only Eleven? Will she come with us? And it’ll become a chase. They’ll try to find us and then-“

“Y/N.”

Cold hands reached up to cup your face, turning your gaze straight to Peter’s.

“Y/N, I can’t stay here. Not like this. “

“But the children!” you hissed, wrenching your face free from his touch. “We cannot leave them here. I wont. I cant…” you hated yourself for the tears welling up in your eyes.

“I…”

“Exactly,” you spat. “There is nothing you can say. You can go, for all I care. But I am not leaving these children here. Ever.”

You whirled around, your steps confidently steering you back to the warm white hallways you had known your whole life. You were foolish. Foolish for thinking he would stay here and love you.

And you felt like a child, crying so suddenly and unexpectedly. No- you didn’t want him to leave. And you couldn’t stay here without him. And you couldn’t leave without the children either.

“I love you.”

Those words stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Y/N…I love you.”

Footsteps crunched in the snow. Warm hands touched your shoulders. Warily turned you around.

“You…You do?” your voice was small, your eyes watery, looking up at him pathetically.

“Can I show you?”

With a small nod, the two of you closed your eyes. He held you tightly and pressed his forehead to yours, bringing the memory to the surface. It swam, weak and blurry. The Soteria did that. Weakened his powers. But you could see it.

The two of you were outside, at your spot. You had to be eight. The two of you were eight years old, huddled in the corner. You felt the summer wind stir your hair. Peter sat across from you, a small little spider in his hands.

“Ew…” you hated spiders. And he knew that.

“No. look. She’s friendly!” Peter placed the spider on the ground and pushed her towards you.

You watched the creature warily. The black widow prodder its pincers into the dirt by your shoe, but didn’t make a move to attack you. it looked up at you with little glistening black eyes.

“See?” Peter gave you a wide, toothy smile and took the spider back, placing her on the small flower near him.

“Yeah, they’re not that scary, I guess…”

“So, what can you do?”

“Uh…” you looked around you. you spotted a small puddle of water from the rain earlier. “Watch!”

You stared hard; your lip worried between your teeth as you focused. The puddle shuddered. Then a small drop lifted, hovering above the water. it came over to you. you held out your palm and the two of you watched the droplet hover there for a second before plopping to the ground.

“That’s amazing!” Peter’s eyes were wide.

The memory slowly blurred, and you opened your eyes, seeing that Peter was smiling softly. You knew you mirrored his. That had been the night the two of you had started your little friendship. Somehow you had found the same safe haven of a hiding spot, and started your own little hideout. Your little secret.

Peter leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. He hugged you close.

“I know you don’t want to leave anyone behind. But if we make it. We can try. We can come back…” he spoke into your hair, his hands running up and down your arms.

“You promise?’ you pulled back to look up at him, taking his hands in yours.

“I promise.”

You let out a small sigh of partly relief, partly fear for what was lying ahead for the two of you. Peter lifted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

You shyly buried your face in his chest, your voice muffled when you said: “Do you want to know something, Peter?”

“What is it, my love?”

“I love you too.”

And you always would. Until this was all over. Until the ends of the earth, if you could.

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twin flame ii // gw x reader

words: 2k

warnings: angst. like a LOT. bestfriend breakup, mention of blood

a/n: this one is significantly shorter than the first,, sry besties :)

part one | part three | part four

your heart twisted itself in pained knots, increasing the pounding of your head tenfold. it had been this way for days now. christmas with the weasleys came and went and the tension between you and george was thick. you could barely even look at each other without passing hard glares. you had all planned to go to the field at the back of the burrow and play quidditch, and you were currently tasked with collecting george. you knocked gently on the twins’ door before opening it. “hi georgie,” you beamed.

“hello butterfly,” he spat the nickname bitterly and you were taken aback. you ignored the twinge of pain in your chest as you stepped further into the room.

“um… we’re all gonna go and play quidditch. if you wanna join,” you offered a smile. “i need my broom partner,” you had never learned how to fly a broom. you figured life should be lived on the ground, the way merlin intended it to be.

“no thanks,” he grumbled.

“c’mon georgie, we’re the dream team!” you persisted.

“why don’t you ask charlie to be apart of your dream team. seems he’s already replaced me with everything else in your life,” the last part was muffled, not intended for your ears, but you still heard it. you furrowed your brows slightly before answering.

“don’t be silly georgie, i can’t play quidditch without my partner. you can’t break up the dream team,” you pushed, ignoring your confusion.

“yn, i’d really rather not watch you eye-fuck my brother. go ask him to be on your team. or better yet, learn to fly a broom. it’s truly not that hard of a task, even a simpleton such as yourself should be able to catch on quickly,” he seethed.

your heart skipped a beat as it sunk to your stomach and tears pooled at your bottom lash line. you nodded once and pivoted on your heel to leave the room. you sniffled quietly as you closed the door to his room and went downstairs. “george?” fred asked as you came into view.

“he doesn’t wanna play,” you murmured half heartedly as you pushed passed the group of people to go outside. you released a sigh as you plunked yourself down onto the grass, lying back and throwing your arms over your eyes as you forced yourself to keep your tears at bay.

“hey, ynn, c’mon you can fly with me,” charlie offered with a smile as he held a strong arm out to you.

“nah, ‘s okay charlie. i’ll watch with fleur and hermione,” you murmured softly.

charlie’s brows furrowed slightly. you had never called him ‘charlie.’ it was always ‘char char.’ “you okay?” he asked and you simply nodded in response. he released a sigh as he jogged to the center of the field where his other siblings, and harry, were at.

“what happened mon amour?” fleur asked you softly.

“he called me stupid,” you sniffled. “said i replaced him with charlie but i didn’t,” you whimpered softly as you confided in the two girls sat on your sides. “he hates me. this was a stupid plan. ‘m just gonna go home,” you sobbed softly, causing fleur to pull your head to her lap as she trekked her fingers through your hair.

“i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t know he would react like this,” hermione spoke softly.

“not your fault, mione,” you murmured half heartedly as you stood and wiped your eyes. “‘m gonna go home,” you released a shaky breath as you pushed yourself to stand.

you dusted your bottom off as you walked back into the burrow. you waved your wand, packing your stuff neatly in your bag before you wrote a note, thanking molly and arthur and left it on the counter. you grabbed your bag and headed to the fireplace, throwing the floo powder and taking yourself to your childhood home.

“hey yn!” your older brother greeted. “thought you were spending break with the weasleys?” he asked, confused.

“yeah,” you murmured despondently as you walked up to your room.

“okay?” his brows furrowed slightly. when you got to your room, you took out a pair of sweatpants and a gryffindor sweatshirt that you stole from george’s wardrobe and forced yourself to shower.

the water was hot. boiling even. you should have flinched at the heat. screamed. cried. something. but you didn’t. you couldn’t. you were uncomfortably numb. so you just stood there, unmoving, staring at the shower wall as the scorching hot water fell over your body. your breaths came out irregularly as you stood there. your body was screaming for you to get out. to turn down the heat of the water. to do something to stop the pain of the burns. but your mind told you that you deserved this. you needed to feel something other than the pain twisting around in your chest.

by the time you stepped out, your skin was tinted with a slight pinkish color. you took a ragged breath in as you dried yourself off and pulled on the sweatpants and sweatshirt. you didn’t even bother brushing through your hair as you pulled up the hoodie and tied the strings tightly. you whimpered soft as your tears made a trail on the floor on your trek back to your room. you crawled out of your window and climbed up to the roof. you ended up falling asleep on your roof, exhausted from the weight of your tears.

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you spent the rest of your christmas break—and longer—at your own home. you didn’t return untill fred had owled you telling you had three more days of paid vacation for the year. you flooed to your shared apartment with the twins and changed into your uniform, brushing through the knots in your hair that had accumulated over the days you laid in bed, sulking. you walked down the stairs into the shop as you pulled your hair into a ponytail and took your post at the till. “sorry ‘m late,” you murmured to fred, who appeared to be filling in for you at the present moment.

“you okay, bunny?” fred asked as he slid over so you could take over. you could only manage a despondent hum as you began working.

“thank you for shopping with weasley’s wizard wheezes, were you able to find everything okay today?” you asked the young wizard at the counter with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

that’s basically how the rest of your day went. forcing your tears back everytime george had to speak to you and being only half present with the customers instead of your usual lively self. when the day had ended and george locked the doors, you walked into the twins’ office and handed fred an envelope. “what’s this, bunny?” he asked you.

“my two weeks,” you murmured softly.

“you’re quitting?” he asked with raised brows.

“yeah,” you murmured. “found a job uh… closer to home. my brothers will be by to collect my stuff tomorrow,” you told him. “‘m gonna go pack,” you didn’t let fred say more as you quickly turned on your heel and walked back up to the apartment. “sorry,” you murmured as you bumped into george on your way up. he only gave you a distracted grunt in response.

as you walked up the stairs, you heard the argument brew between fred and george on your behalf. “fix her!” fred demanded.

“i didn’t do anything!” george defended.

“you broke her,” fred pushed back.

“she’s fine,” you could practically hear george roll his eyes.

“she’s quitting.” fred deadpanned.

“what?” george asked, shock lacing his tone.

“and she’s moving back with her brothers. so go and fix her. make this right,” you decided to end your eavesdropping here and rushed upstairs and into george’s room, where all your things were kept. you knelt on the floor as you took out your suitcases. you were halfway done when you heard the door creak open.

“butterfly?” your heart twisted and tears stung the backs of your eyes at the nickname you hadn’t heard in over a week. “whatcha up to?” he asked.

“packing,” you murmured softly, but he heard. and boy did he miss your voice like hell.

“for what?” he asked curiously as he sat on his bed.

“‘m moving back home. got a new job,” never once did you look up from your task, for you knew if you did, you would break.

“where at, butterfly?” he knelt on the floor in front of you as he began to help you fold your clothes.

“some muggle bookstore. ‘s close to the house,” your murmurs could barely be heard over the loud thumping of both of your hearts. however, george picked up on every word. he grasped your hands in his, effectively stopping your progress. “george please,” you whispered.

“look at me, butterfly,” he demanded softly.

“george,” you repeated a little bit louder.

“look at me. and tell me this will make you happy. and i will let you walk out that door.” you didn’t. you couldn’t. you knew that this isn’t what you wanted as well as he did. “you can’t, right? because it won’t,” he pointed out.

“i can’t be here, george. i don’t want to be,” you told him, still refusing to meet his gaze.

“why? because of me? because i will leave. yn, if that’s what it takes to make you happy, then i will walk out of that door and go back to live with mum. you only ever have to see me in a professional setting. and i’ll communicate with you through fred at work,” he spoke seriously.

“i don’t want that, george. and neither do you,” you told him.

“i don’t, but if it makes you happy then that’s what you’ll get,” he told you.

“no george!” you shouted.

“then what do you want?!” he shouted back.

“you george!” you yelled, finally meeting his gaze. “i want you! i’ve only ever wanted you but you’re too fucking stupid to see what’s right in front of you! i mean merlin’s beard george i’ve been in bloody love with you since fifth fucking year but you’re never seen it!” you finally released all the emotions you’ve been holding in for years. “i just wanted you,” you whispered softly, your voice cracking as tears fell.

you pushed yourself to stand from the floor and waved your wand, packing the rest of your stuff as you grabbed your suitcase. “butterfly, i-“ you quickly cut him off.

“don’t, george.” there was acrimony written all over your tone. “i don’t want your pity.” you sniffled and hastily wiped your eyes. you passed fred on your way out.

“yn?” he asked softly.

“bye fred,” you murmured softly. “i changed my mind. my resignation is effective immediately. i won’t be in tomorrow.”

“yn wait,” fred called.

“please don’t,” you shook your head. “d-don’t try and get me to stay. please just… just leave me alone,” you sniffled.

“i’m sorry…” he spoke softly. you just shook your head and wiped your tears away as you flicked your wand to apparate back home. when you landed on the road a few miles away from your house, you let out a wail of agony. your arm had splinched during the apparition process. you took a deep breath and pushed yourself through it. you knew this was a bad idea. every wizarding book in history advised against it. even a muggle would know not to. but you pushed past the thoughts to apparate into your living room.

“yn!” your older brother shouted as he saw you, blood pouring from your splinched right arm. you were only able to take two steps before you fell to the floor of your living room. you let out a soft groan and a whine of agony before closing your eyes, letting the feelings consume you. the pain in your arm cancelled out the pain in your chest as you let darkness overcome you, falling into the void, listening to the frantic screaming voices of your siblings.

stupid feelings. stupid boys. stupid george weasley. stupid twin flame.

twin flame. it’s almost laughable now. what a lie.

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Fantasy/Twin AU

Sorry for being late and not posting for a bit. Was a bit burnt out and had writer block. I will go back to write the other days soon though. Also, sorry, I suck at writing wing aus, this is my first time doing it.

Earth J-236, an earth full of mystical life.  An earth where everyone is born with wings.  Your wings represented who you are; well not really, but that’s what people believed.  If your wings were bright and colorful then you were obviously an amazing person, but if your wings were darker or had little color, then you have great evil in your soul.  Marinette was born seconds after her twin, Damian.  It takes a few years before your wings fully grow in, usually to about 6.  But with the accelerated growth serums used in their artificial wombs, it took them till they were three for their feathers to sprout.  Damian’s were black like their father’s with subtle hints of red like their mothers.  Marinette’s were pure black, devoid of any color, and her mother was so proud of that.  She was the League’s charm, for it’s believed that anyone with pure black wings was pure evil.  Her only purpose being to protect her brother, nothing else was more important than her brother’s safety.  She would die for him, because if he died she might as well have died as well as her only purpose for living would be gone.

Damian glared at his sister, his wings ruffling in annoyance.  She was hovering close to him again, and she never said anything to him ever unless she was completely sure they were alone.  He did not believe that his sister was or could ever be, “pure evil” just because of her wings.  In fact, her mannerisms are the exact opposite of what people believed.  She, in her own ways, is caring, sweet, and protective.  He had seen, and helped, her nurse a baby bird that had fallen from its nest back to health.  She would often place little things around the base for only him to find such as some extra baklava, a throwing knife, a drawing of someone, beads, or other random objects.  Grandfather had always been extra hard on her, making sure she wouldn’t betray them, she wouldn’t become “evil enough to lose herself”.  Sometimes she would sneak into his room at night, and it tore him apart to see silent tears run down his little sister's face as small black raven feathers fell onto the floor from her days worth of training.  He had been learning how to fly, her wings had been clipped every two or three months so she could not leave the base.  She had learned long ago to control her facial and wing expressions, but he could always see the droop in them and the sad shine in her eyes as she stood on the ground while he was in the air.

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Marinette looked up and watched as the fiery Phoenix flew through the air setting Nada Parabat aflame.  She didn’t feel much as she watched her grandfather get blown up.  She only felt great anxiety and fear as she could not find her brother.  She loved her brother, and if her job was to cause chaos, she would make sure she could prevent it from hurting him.  Grandfather had told her about how cursed she was, it’s why they had to be extra tough on her, and she understood that.  They couldn’t have her hurting anyone they needed, only the people they wanted gone.  She was angry at grandfather yesterday for taking some of her feathers for failing a task, this must have been her fault.  She didn’t want to hurt her brother, her wings had only proven nothing but destruction.  She had to leave now, then she could go where no one else was, and she wouldn’t have to hurt anyone else.  So like a coward, like the disgrace she was, she ran.  She kept her wings tight against her back making sure that no one could grab them as she ran.  An arrow hit one of them, but she didn’t have time to think about the burning pain as she ran and ran and ran farther and farther and farther away.  Tears ran down her cheeks as she silently prayed that her brother would be okay.

She didn’t know how long she ran, but she knew it must have been a really long time as she had just collapsed from exhaustion in the woods.  She looked back at her wings and slowly and carefully spread them out and hissed in pain from where the arrow had pierced her left wing.  Drops of red slowly dripped down her feathers and dropped on the ground.  She quickly closed them and made sure they were as small and put away as possible.  She looked up at the trees made of brass with different colored jade leaves.  Pearl-like apples growing on a few.  She watched a baby griffon follow it’s mother in the distance, turtle ducks waddling to a pond somewhere nearby, deer nibbling on plants, she could hear the rustling of leaves and branches from unseen creatures and everything was getting more blurry and dark.  She was cold, it felt very cold.  She slowly unwound her wings from around herself and closed them tightly around her, but that didn’t stop the chill that went deep down to her bones.  She was a failure, a mistake, she would only cause harm.  Here she wouldn’t be able to do that, and if she died here, then no one would be hurt by her again, and wasn’t that such a nice thought.

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Tom and Sabine had finally been able to hire some trusted employees and explore places in Tibet.  They had made lots of money over the years with their successful bakery, and they thought now was a better time than ever to go on a real honeymoon as they hadn’t been able to afford it before when the bakery had first started.  It was during one of these forest explorations when they saw a trail of little drops of blood and felt they needed to follow it.  What they discovered broke their hearts.  There lying on the cold forest floor was what appeared to be a child hugging their very black wings around them.  They knew of the rumors and myths of black winged people, but they did not care.  They believed that their wings were not what made them evil, but rather situations put into their lives.  Sabine quickly checked for a pulse, and though it was slow she sighed in relief when she felt it.  She quickly handed the small unconscious girl to Tom and they both quickly went to the nearest hospital.  How could someone leave such a small child all alone to die like that?  It looked as if she had been injured if the dried blood on the small fragile wings said anything.  And worst of all, upon closer examination, they had been clipped, recently too.

As soon as they arrived they carried the small girl to the front and demanded that they take her in.  They waited until the doctors were done and gave them permission to visit claiming to be the girl’s adopted parents.  It wasn’t technically a lie, they would be soon even if Sabine had to force it to happen.

When Marinette woke up she knew something was off.  She was under a blanket, she’s never been given a blanket before.  The sent of bleach and chemicals were everywhere and it hurt her nose.  There was a beeping noise next to her that was giving her a headache.  She didn’t know where she was, and that was bad.  She opened her eyes a small fraction so nobody could see she was awake and looked around as much as she could.  The entire room was white and there were bright lights.  There were two strange people waiting in chairs near where she was laying.  She wondered if they were the ones who brought her here.  Slowly she opened them up all the way and silently sat up.  It’s best to make no noise, then she wouldn’t disturb anyone.

“Oh sweety, I’m so glad you’re awake.”

The woman said in a cheery and relieved manner, but she just continued to watch and study them silently.  Her wings felt stiff against her back, though she made sure they didn’t move or give anything away.

“How are you feeling dear?”

Silence greeted them, and her face remained as impassive as ever.  They wanted something, why else would they save a freak like her?  What were they aiming for here?

“Did your parents hurt you?  If so, we can take you away from them.”

Marinette’s eyes widened only a fraction.  These were randoms, innocents if you will.  They obviously had no idea who she was, and they seemed unafraid of her and her wings.  Did they not know how dangerous she was, didn’t they know that black wings meant she was cursed?  The man and the woman looked at eachother and spread their wings.  Marinette was shocked, but she wouldn’t show it.

The large man had light brown eagle wings while the small woman had white and black woodpecker wings.  She wanted to reach out and touch the feathers, but then something bad would happen to them, so she held her hands together.

“We don’t care what your wing color is.  Your wings don’t define who you are, it’s what you do with your life that does.  Can we please help you?”

The woman said sincerely as she gripped the man’s hand in hers.  She felt a pull to them, something telling her to accept.  She didn’t want to hurt them though.  But maybe she could protect them?  Maybe she could find a way around her curse and make sure they don’t get hurt?  Slowly she nodded and they both looked so happy when she did.  She hoped that she wouldn’t hurt them, they didn’t deserve to be cursed.  Maybe if she didn’t touch them things would be ok.  If she didn’t let them touch her then it wouldn’t spread.  She could do this!

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Apparently she couldn’t do it because this is a very affectionate family, and the first thing that happened before they let her sleep on their —super fluffy, pure Heaven— bed was give her a hug.  She had made sure that her wings were tucked under her clothes and tight against her back the entire time though.  So they didn’t touch her wings, so maybe that meant they wouldn’t be cursed.

It was strange, because the next morning they went to a courthouse, and she was adopted.  She hadn’t said anything throughout the entire event, she just watched and observed what people did.  They stayed in Tibet for another few days before they flew to Paris, France.  This was supposed to be her new home.  The city of light and love.  Maybe here, it would stop her curse.  It was so bright that it had to block out her darkness.  She still always carried one of her knives with her, she felt naked without one.  Tom and Sabine seemed to understand somehow, and said that it was her business and that was enough for them till she was ready to talk about it.  It was strange not to be interrogated for now wanting to tell someone something.

Marinette had lived with the Dupain-Chengs for about a year now.  It was strange really, they were honest business people and their joy was always sincere.  They didn’t question much of what she did even though it was probably weird to them.  They didn’t punish her for messing up like the league did, and they never went near her wings without permission.  They never plucked her feathers, and they would often ask if they could preen her wings.  She would refuse every time, but she would often wonder what it would be like to have someone else touch them.  Think of what it would be like if she weren’t cursed.  When it was time for school she would always wrap them around herself then tape them so no one would see or be able to touch them.  Things were finally going well, she couldn’t risk it now!

There was a blonde brat that liked to act like she was above her, and because her wings were always hidden with no explanation she made sure everyone knew that she was “wingless”.  She didn’t care though, being wingless was better than being evil winged.  She never really said anything in class or to other students, she never gave much reaction keeping her stoic face up.  The brat left her alone soon after for being a, “ridiculous!  Utterly ridiculous freak.”  And nobody was the wiser.

Being Lady Chaos was….the best thing that ever happened to her if she was being honest.  Even with pure black wings, people still thought she was a hero.  She never flew, she was scared she’d fall and die.  She was never allowed to fly before, and even if she technically can do so now, it’s not worth the risk.  Her partner though, Mr. Bug has gold, red, and black wings.  He can fly through the air with ease she wished she desperately had.  Sometimes after patrol she would go to the very top of the Eiffel Tower and just stretch her wings out as far out as she could.  She would close her eyes as the wind blew past her and ruffled her feathers and pretend that she was soaring through the air.

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Year three of living with Tom and Sabine she was comfortable talking to them more, and with Plagg there to control her chaos she finally let them touch her wings.  It was strange really, she never took care of her wings, never cared enough to.  When she first felt the hands on her feathers she had to will herself not to draw them back for fear of them plucking or ripped out.  But Sabine’s hands were so gentle and smooth that they seemed to move on their own and go closer to her touch.  Sabine would smile and hum as she gently preened the dark raven feathers that were soft and smooth.  Maybe she could finally tell the class that she wasn’t wingless soon, and maybe they would be okay with it.

No, they would not as she learned from listening to her classmates talk to the new student, Lila Rossi.  To them Lady Chaos was the only good black winged person because she was chasing after Mr. Bug to earn his affections.  Lady Chaos was obviously evil before she met Mr. Bug and she would always be evil no matter what she did.  Marinette felt nauseous that she ever thought about telling them the truth.  She had never felt more betrayed than she felt now, because she had given them her trust, and they broke it without even knowing it.  After that day, she made extra sure that her wings were hidden and wore a bit thicker clothing just in case.  Tom and Sabine are a little worried about it, but she calmed them pretty quickly.  She was fine, it wasn’t like they were all great friends to begin with.  That’s probably why everyone sides with Lila and decides that she’s a terrible person.

She had tried leaving her past behind, pretending that she didn’t hurt and kill people.  Pretend that she wasn’t a weapon.  She tried to push it far away, but it wasn’t enough.  It was never enough.  She had abandoned her brother.  She betrayed the league.  She did unspeakable things to please someone who would never care about her, just her use.  The city of lights seems duller than usual, it was probably her fault Hawkmoth came to be in the first place, afterall she was cursed to bring ruin everywhere she went.

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Lila and Chloe thought it would be a great idea to bring everybody to the Crime Capital of the World for their senior trip.  Probably to watch people flounder and worry when things go wrong, which they definitely would.  She had stopped Hawkmoth a month before the trip, but Mr. Bug took all the credit for it. The arrogant self centered bas*.  Adrien kept giving her side glances that always made her feel uncomfortable and slightly disgusted.  During school he would try to touch her with every chance he’d get.  He almost discovered her wings at one point.  She couldn’t do anything about it before because of the stupid your-rich-so-do-whatever-the-heck-you-want treatment.  Now that Adrien’s family fortune is gone, and people don’t trust him because of what his dad did, so he has to be more careful.  He now kept some distance, which she was extremely grateful for.

She would have broken his hand, she had imagined it plus other things more than once.  But then Tom and Sabine would get in trouble by Gabriel for her actions.  They didn’t deserve that, they had been nothing but good to her since they found her abandoned in that forest.

She would be fine though, as long as Lila had a grip on his arm and she was in the back, away from him.  She listened to their tour guide, Richard Grayson, talk about the history and importance of WE.  The architecture was brilliant really, and you couldn’t blame her for having to draw and sketch it.  She often thought of Damian when she sketched.  She used to leave drawings for him around the base, little things that expressed her adoration for him without getting too close.  She wondered if he was still with the league, had he escaped, did he die?  She hoped that wasn’t the case, she hoped that he would be alive and well.  Bright orange and white wings nearly slapped her in the face if she hadn’t stopped right before the movement had occurred.

“Oh my gosh!  I’m so sorry Marinette!  Sometimes my wings just spasm out of control like that!  I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Marinette just silently rolled her eyes and took a few steps backward and watched the class glare at her waiting for her to comfort the liar.  She would never lower herself to do that.  She was still an Al Ghul afterall, even if she did leave it behind when she fled.  She was thankful when lunch came, she waited far away from the line and watched silently from a dark corner to make sure no one would hurt her.  Then she felt it, a hand touching her back feeling for something.  She quickly and instinctively grabbed the arm and twisted it behind them pinning it behind their back at a painful angle.

“Ukhti, let go.”

Marinette knew that voice.  She remembered that name and she could feel her heart stop.  The lunchroom was silent as they watched the small bluenette silently and quickly release the “Ice Prince”. Everyone watched with bated breaths to see what would happen next.  The boy’s wings were ruffled in agitation and fear.

“Where are they?”

He demanded.  Marinette knew what he was talking about, she simply wrapped her arms around herself and turned her head away definitely.

“Why are you hiding them, Malak?  Please.”

Marinette could feel her wings moving in defiance to what her brain was saying.  They wanted to be shown, they wanted to be touched by her brother again.  She looked down and slowly uncrossed her arms from her body.  Damian gently took her hands in his and looked directly into her eyes.

“Everything will be ok, Taw'ami.”

She slowly nodded and with shaky fingers reached under her hoodie and began to slowly unwrap the tape that kept her wings confined.  When all the tape was in her hands she hesitantly removed her hoodie and let her wings unfold from around herself and into the open.  She had made shirts that let her wings slip through slits in the back that were tailored to her wings specifically and were most comfortable.  Damian marveled at how big her raven wings had grown and how shiny they were.  He reached out a hand slowly and gently ran his fingers down the inky black that was her wings.

Shouts of fear and accusations were thrown at her, mostly from her class.  She didn’t listen though, she just observed.  The tour guide was coming over now, probably to kick her out.  He had such lovely wings though,  they were a deep navy blue that looked similar to black with dark red and light blue running through them.  They looked so well kept and soft.

“Damian, what’s happening?  Who is this?”

“Grayson, meet my twin sister, Marinette.”

“You have a twin?!”

Richard exclaimed loudly, drawing even more attention.  The insults and jeers stopped after that.  She looked over at the class and smirked when she saw their shock and confusion.

“Yes, keep up.”

Damian said brusquely.  They must know each other well then.

“Come, we must take her away from these imbeciles and take her to father.”

Damian grabbed her wrist and tugged, her quickly falling into line like she used to when he did this.

“Now tell me Ukhti, have you been taking care of yourself?”

She nodded as they came to an elevator and walked into it with Richard right behind them.  Marinette felt her feathers fluff up nervously.  She wasn’t in control of them right now, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Damian ran a hand gently down her right wing trying to smooth it down.

“Things will be fine Marinette.  Just watch, father will be glad to meet you.”

She looked him in the eyes and squeezed her hands together.

“No, I have not told him about you.  Things will be fine though.”

He seemed to understand her weird way of communicating, she still didn’t understand how he did.  Richard cleared his throat and both turned to look at him.

“Sorry to interrupt, but um…I’m Dick, I’m Damian’s, and yours I guess, oldest brother.  It’s nice to meet you.”

He spread his wings in a welcoming way that meant and showed safety and peace. Her wings involuntarily rose up as well to reciprocate his greeting.  When the door to the elevator opened again she quickly forced her wings to hide on her back trying desperately to keep them from sight.  Damian didn’t seem to like it, but he just grabbed her wrist and dragged her to a large office room.  The plaque on the door read “CEO Bruce Wayne”.  Their father was Bruce Wayne?!  She couldn’t go in there, she couldn’t curse him and ruin his life.  No, she had already messed up at the league, and she was just barely not messing up with Tom and Sabine, she would definitely ruin Bruce Wayne’s life, and she would not allow that to happen.  She tugged at his grip desperately trying to get away.

“Marinette, stop.  Your wings are not cursed, that was a lie.”

Marinette shook her head and kept trying to escape the iron-like grip.

“Do you not trust me anymore?”

She froze at that and quickly shook her head.  Of course she trusted him, it was her that shouldn’t be trusted.

“Good, because we’re going in now.”

And that was that, because the door was now open and she was being dragged into the office room where their father and another boy with large bags under his eyes stared at them.  Damian puffed up his chest and feathers letting his strong, big, and brilliant wings rise into the air.

“Father, this is your daughter, my twin, Marinette Erebus Al Ghul-Wayne.”

They both stared at her in shock and Marinette slowly and cautiously raised her despicable black wings into the air.  Both stared at them in awe before looking back at her, but she didn’t meet their eyes.  She didn’t want to see the disgust and hatred in their eyes.

After a few moments she looked up and saw their wings greeting hers like Dick’s had.  Their father’s wings were a mix of black and dark grey alternating the color in each row of feathers.  The other boy’s were black at the top and slowly turned to red at the bottom.  But they were welcoming her openly, so that must mean something!  Well, it was time to get to know her father, she guessed.

[multifandomimagines]

Let Me Show You - A Theo Raeken Imagine

Characters: Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 3469

Summary: Reader is feeling stressed and insecure, so Theo wants to be there for her and make her feel perfect.

Warnings: Smut (female-receiving oral and vaginal), insecurity, mentions of IED

Written by: Josie

A/N: Keep reading after the cut 👀

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Y/N sighed as the puffy red eyes of her reflection stared back at her through the mirror. This week had been… different. Every little thing had been going wrong, and each day brought more and more emotion, stress and insecurity. Her under-eyes were dark with exhaustion and her smile wasn’t as bright as it usually was - that is, when it showed itself anyway.

She didn’t even hear when her bedroom door opened and closed softly, didn’t register the light footsteps across her carpet moving toward her; not until the eyes of her boyfriend met hers in the mirror, round with concern. Seeing him so suddenly would usually have elicited a wide grin from Y/N, and she would jump into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Yet, in the state she was in, his arrival made her feel as if she could finally let it all out. Her emotions overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, and her eyes prickled with tears.

“Theo,” she whispered, her voice cracking, and hurriedly turned around to bury her head in his neck. Almost like a reflex, Theo held her tightly to his chest as she cried, his hand rubbing up and down her trembling back. He slowly walked them backward until his legs hit the edge of her bed, and pulled her shaking body onto his lap.

“Shh, baby,” Theo hushed her sobs tenderly. “It’s okay.” Her head had made its way back to his neck, Y/N couldn’t even look up at him. He wouldn’t show it, because he had to be strong for her, but seeing his girl like this broke him to pieces inside. She was the only person who saw the good in him when everyone else tossed him aside as either a failure or a villain. Either way, he was a lost cause in the eyes of most people. Everyone really… well, everyone except her. Out of all of the people Theo had met in his life, he knew Y/N deserved to be happy more than anyone. She deserved to be cared for, celebrated, loved. As someone who dragged him out of his darkest places, Theo wanted nothing more than to help her out of hers.

Y/N sniffled, and slowly lifted her head from Theo’s shoulder, her eyes staring downward and avoiding the gaze of her boyfriend. She knew it hurt him to see her like this and she wished she could just… stop.

“Hey,” she heard him say. “Look at me Y/N.” His voice was rich with worry for the girl he loved, and she flinched at the thought of causing him grief. It was quick, but Theo saw it, and his heart snapped once again. Slowly, he raised his hand to her cheek, running his thumb along her cheekbone softly, collecting the tears that were slowly drying on her face. She subtly leaned into his touch without even realising she did it, it was like her body moved off it’s own accord, drawn to him. Gently, Theo moved his hand to Y/N’s chin and turned her head to face him.

For the first time since he’d arrived, Y/N finally let Theo see the pain in her eyes. They were glossy and slightly bloodshot, and Theo’s gaze softened at the sight of her vulnerability. “What’s wrong?” He asked a simply question, not wanting to overwhelm her.

“Everything,” she breathed. Theo’s fingers ran themselves through her hair, encouraging her to keep going. Initially she wanted to shrug him off and succumb to her feelings again, but she let him comfort her. “I’m just feeling everything all at once. Theo, I can’t-“

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” He held her cheeks delicately, scared to break her fragile form. “Breathe with me.”

It was something Theo had learned over the months. Sometimes Y/N really needed to calm down and just breathe slowly, in and out, exhaling the intensity of her feelings as much as her brain would allow. Though she hadn’t admitted it, Y/N realised that the method worked better when Theo led her through it.

After a minute or so of long, deep breaths, Y/N was no longer jolting with the ghosts of sobs from earlier. Theo continued to hold her close, remaining gentle but tight enough to always remind her that he was there for her. No matter what.

“This week has been so bad,” She began, and Theo stayed silent, realising that she was finally feeling comfortable enough to talk. He felt a small surge of pride flow through him at this, knowing that it was hard for her at times. “I’m stressed. I still have so much work to do, and deadlines are creeping up on me like a freakin’ predator. I’m worried for my brother, he’s struggling with his IED and he’s even been taking his meds, but they keep needing to up the dose and it kills me to see him in the state he gets. I keep screwing up too, like earlier I kept stalling the car, and I broke a photo frame yesterday morning, and I forgot to submit an assignment for grading at the beginning of the week. And I can’t sleep at night… Theo, I’m so tired.”

“Hey, come here,” Theo whispered, pulling her into another hug. “Okay, first of all, you are so smart and every time you get stressed about an assessment, you always go and smash it, don’t you?”

A smile threatened to pull at her lips at his confidence in her, and she nodded.

“Right,” Theo grinned. “Next thing, Liam is resilient, just like you. He won’t let one little setback get him down, and his meds will be sorted before you know it. Plus, he’s lucky to have you as a sister, you know that? You’re always there for him, everyone sees it.”

Y/N shifted on Theo’s lap, looking into his eyes as he spoke. “And,” He continued. “Everyone has weeks where they feel like they mess everything up, even super cool badasses like me.” Y/N giggled, spurring Theo on. “Someone as perfect as you doesn’t need to worry about a few little mistakes. They’re nothing, okay? Not important.” His hand moved soothingly up and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Is that everything?”

“Um, yeah…” Y/N trailed off quietly, suddenly avoiding her boyfriend’s eyes and sinking into herself. Theo knew her so well at this point that not a single subtle movement would go unnoticed, so he raised his eyebrows at her response. He knew she was holding back, and she knew that he knew. Sighing, Y/N gave in a little. “It’s stupid.”

“What have I always told you?” He said, smiling at her. “You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I’ll be there for you no matter what. You know that, don’t you?”

Y/N nodded and breathed in, slightly shakily. “I feel ugly, Theo.”

“What?” Theo whispered in disbelief, his eyes the size of saucers. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t that. “Baby-“

“I told you it was stupid-“

“No, it’s not that, it’s just-“ Theo searched for the words in his brain. He never thought he’d have to convince the most beautiful girl in the world that that’s what she was. He thought it was just common knowledge, really. “You and ‘ugly’ would never even fit in the same category. Not even in the same universe.”

“That’s just not true though,” Y/N stated, shaking her head, her eyes tired. “I can’t even look in the mirror at the moment. I feel like when I look, I’m not looking back at me. And it makes me cry. I’d rather not see myself at all than to look at that reflection.”

If Theo’s heart wasn’t broken before, the damage was definitely done now. Hearing Y/N, his girl, say that she wasn’t pretty, but ugly, made him feel all kinds of lost and confused, but more so sad, because he wished he could take away her pain and make it all disappear. Unfortunately, his powers of pain transference only worked on physical pain, and he silently cursed that fact.

“How can you not see what I see…” He whispered, almost more to himself than to her. “You know, the first time I saw you Y/N, even from a distance I knew I’d never see anyone as beautiful as you. And now I’m looking at you, months later, and I still think you’re just as stunning. You are gorgeous. You hear me? The most gorgeous ever.” Theo placed kisses on her nose, her cheeks, her forehead as he spoke, causing Y/N’s heart to flutter. His words stirred something in her, and the intensity of his eyes boring into hers made her forget about everything she was worried about. A wave of adoration for her boyfriend washed over her, and she cupped his cheeks delicately, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

Y/N didn’t have the words at that moment, all the emotion was caught in her throat, so she did what she felt conveyed her feelings best. She leaned forward and kissed him, Theo’s lips moving against hers immediately, as if by instinct. It was so soft, so pure, light as a feather. She pulled away from him all too soon, their eyes meeting each other once again, but Theo didn’t feel like stopping. “I want to show you how beautiful you really are,” He spoke lowly, holding her hand and giving a gentle squeeze. “Please baby. Let me show you.”

He didn’t have to explicitly say what he really meant by that for both of them to know, and his request sent warm shivers through her body. She spoke only one word: “Okay.”

Theo connected their lips again, harder this time. Even with just a kiss, he wanted to pour every ounce of love he had for her in it. He would make sure that he made her feel exactly how she deserves to feel. Her hands had moved to the back of his neck, plucking at the hairs on his head, while Theo held her as close as their bodies would allow.

His fingers slid up her t-shirt slightly, brushing the skin underneath. Theo’s fingers were so cold that Y/N gasped against his lips, so her boyfriend took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth and explore. Slowly, he lifted her shirt up further and further until they were forced to pull away so Theo could tug it over her head and toss it on her bedroom floor.

Of course, Theo wanted to marvel her brilliance as best he could, so he gripped her by the waist and moved her carefully so she was laying flat on her bed, looking up at him. “So beautiful,” he murmured, and waisted no time in resuming their kiss. His hands travelled down her sides as their lips moved in sync like a perfectly choreographed dance, and his hips ground into hers - gently still, yet hard enough to give Y/N friction where she needed it the most.

He dragged his lips to her neck, sucking and biting on the skin to create dark marks to decorate her already perfect body. Theo considered it his finishing touch to her, as he knew she needed him as much as he needed her, which was what made them so perfect. Y/N’s hands roamed his back, one leg secured over his hip to keep him close, and Theo reached around to unclip her bra. His eyes widened - he would never get used to seeing her body like this, and she wasn’t even fully exposed to him yet.

“I love these so much,” He said, lowering his head to one breast and closing his mouth over her nipple, his tongue sliding across her sensitive skin. Y/N moaned as he simultaneously kneaded her other breast with his hand. “I love this one,” He said, moving away from the one he was playing with. “And I love this one.” Theo reattached his lips to her other breast, her rapidly increasing breaths spurring him on.

Y/N’s hips involuntarily bucked up at Theo’s, and he chuckled lightly against her skin at the movement. He trailed his lips back up to her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, all while dragging her leggings and her panties down her legs as far as he could. He pulled away from Y/N’s lips to crawl down the bed until he could completely reveal her entire body. Her leggings and panties discarded on the floor, Theo looked his girl in the eyes as he placed his hands on her thighs and lightly encouraged her legs apart.

Shivering with anticipation, Y/N watched her boyfriend wide-eyed as he licked one long stripe up her centre. Her eyelids fluttered, but she couldn’t bring herself to break the intense eye contact she held with Theo, until he began to flick his tongue against her clit. Her head fell back onto her pillow, arms flying down to grab onto Theo’s hair, feeling his head moving between her legs. She moaned as he licked and sucked at her clit, doing everything in his power to make her feel good, and it was music to his ears. He soon replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her clit quickly, and started licking along her core, like it was his whole life’s purpose to do so.

“Fuck, Theo,” She whimpered, and Theo groaned against her at the sound of her saying his name in such a situation. Her voice held so much vulnerability yet so much excitement, so much feeling, so much love. The vibrations against her core sent waves of pleasure racing through her, and Theo watched through his eyelashes as her back arched off the bed.

Theo removed his mouth from her core, and her head whipped up briefly at the loss of contact, her eyes wide and pleading for something, anything. Barely moment after, Theo pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them at a quick pace. Y/N moaned louder, and Theo pulled himself up so his head was level with hers, staring directly into her eyes as his fingers worked their magic. “How good does this feel Princess?”

“So good,” Y/N breathed, barely being able to find it in herself to speak. She gripped onto his biceps as he continued his work between her legs, moaning with every thrust of his fingers. “It feels amazing.”

Theo smirked slightly, content that he was getting exactly the reaction from her that he set out to get, and leaned down to capture her lips with his once again. He added another finger and picked up the pace of his actions, his mouth drowning her voice as she cried out. He kissed her hard, drawing the breath out of her almost completely, and she could taste herself on his tongue which only brought her closer to the edge.

Feeling her walls clench around his fingers, Theo moved his lips around to her ear. “Are you gonna cum?” He said, his voice rough with his own arousal. He knew the answer, but he also knew that Y/N loved to hear his voice, and it somehow turned her on even more. All she could do at this point was nod frantically, her moans and whimpers making it impossible to get the words out. Theo sped up his actions even further, trying with everything he had to send her over the edge. “Cum for me baby.”

The words uttered into her ear sent her into ecstasy, and she let go screaming Theo’s name. He watched with his mouth hung open as her body pulsed and jolted as her orgasm washed over her in waves, her cries slowing into whimpers and her contorted face relaxing into one of sheer bliss.

A few moments later when Y/N had caught her breath, she reached down and palmed Theo’s bulge through his joggers, eyes widening when she realised how hard he already was. He groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder and tensing at her touch. “N- no, baby,” He stuttered out, voice rough from the feeling. Y/N was confused as he slowly moved her hand away, tilting her head to the side in a silent question. “Tonight is about you.”

Usually she would protest and say that they both need to be pleasured equally, but she wanted him so badly that she didn’t have it in her to argue. Frantically, she yanked his head down and smashed her lips against his, tongue and teeth clashing in desperation. All she wanted was him, and she didn’t want to wait any longer.

She pulled his shirt up his body, almost ripping the fabric with her speed, and he pulled away so she could pull it over his head. She loved to admire Theo’s toned chest and stomach, so she reached her hand down to feel up his abs. She tried to look, but Theo was adamant on her being the one who was worshipped, so he dipped his head and began sucking on her neck once again, causing her head to fall back and a moan to fall from her lips.

As he painted her neck with purple bruises, Y/N reached down and played with the waistband of his joggers, fiddling with the drawstrings. Theo felt her fingers brush him and growled against her neck, hurriedly standing up to yank them and his boxers to the ground, completely exposed before her.

Y/N whimpered at the sight of him, naked and ready for her, and he crawled back over her just as quickly as he’d stood up. Theo looked at her with dark eyes, wordlessly asking for permission to treat her to just what she deserved. “Please, Theo,” She whispered, and of course, Theo didn’t want to deny her anything she wanted, especially when she asked so nicely.

The two of them moaned in harmony, jaws dropped open, as Theo pushed himself inside her, easily sliding in due to her wetness. He moved all the way in until he felt like he was inside Y/N’s stomach, pausing there as they both breathed heavily from the sensation. “Feeling better?” Theo spoke thinly, smiling at his girlfriend’s expression of pure pleasure.

“Miles better,” She replied, thrusting her hips up at Theo, making it known that she wanted more. The chimera began to move, pushing in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace, making sure she felt every single inch of him to give her the best sex possible. Y/N hands roamed his back, nails scratching at it and breaking the skin as she moaned and cursed into his ear.

“Always so tight and wet for me,” Theo groaned, his hair falling messily over his forehead as he moved. “So perfect. Every inch of you is perfect.” He sped up his movements, making sure to hit the spot that gets her screaming, and grabbed at her breast with one hand and delicately stroking her cheek with the other. “I love you.”

Theo was going so deep and fast now, Y/N was so close. Her nails dug into his back as her release approached, unable to tear her eyes away from his as they glowed yellow from the adrenaline. “I love you too,” She spoke shakily, so nearly there, when Theo kissed her hard, knowing she was reaching her orgasm from her clenching walls.

“Now,” He spoke against her lips, and as soon as the word had left his lips, Y/N screamed out Theo’s name at the most euphoric feeling she had ever experienced, shaking and quivering around him. Moments later, as she was still feeling the high, she felt Theo slow his movements as he spilled into her, his own release washing through him like a tidal wave.

After coming down from their high, Theo flopped down next to her in bed, immediately pulling her close to rest her head on his chest, which was still rising and falling. He kissed her head lightly, stroking her hair affectionately, and then pulled the covers over their bodies. He knew Y/N was exhausted, not just from their activities but from her whole week. Her breathing had slowed and he realised she had already fallen into a relaxed slumber.

Theo smiled to himself - seeing his girl finally calm with no stress lines pulling at her face made his heart soar. He hated seeing her so upset, in fact it was his least favourite thing to see in the world, so he vowed to always be the one to lift her back up again.

Theo would always be there for her: rain or shine, any day, any time. And one day it’ll be ‘til death do them part. His smile lingered on his lips as he let his own eyelids closed and he joined her in her slumber, meeting her in her dream.

[appplepii]

tears over beers (jean kirschtein x fem!reader)

genre: angst w a happy ending, fluff, modern au

warnings: unprotected sex, mouth spitting, praise kink kinda?? choking, etc VERY NSFW hehe, fuckboy eren (slight eren x reader), mentions of alcohol and drug use

word count: 4.1k

summary:

     You don’t know your own worth, and Jean is getting sick of it.

     Jean remembers the first time he ever laid eyes on you. He remembers the way his stomach flipped when you sat in the empty seat next to him and introduced yourself, a kind smile on your face. He also remembers the moment Eren walked in and caught your eye, and the dread that laid heavy in his chest when your cheeks grew pink. Despite the fact you had just met, he couldn’t help but have distain for the boy the moment he smiled back at you, causing you to become shy and flustered. Why weren’t you nervous to talk to him?

     That’s a question the boy came to ask himself more times than he would ever admit, despite the fact that it’s been years. You and Jean had become a constant for each other, someone that was always there no matter what happened, or how much time passed. It was no question that you had become his best friend (except Marco, of course). There were certain things keeping you together that had Jean convinced it was fate keeping you in his life, from the moment you had graduated high school and decided to go to the same college that was hours away, to you working at his favorite coffee shop near the campus. That philosophy was not a strong willed one, being shot down every time you would tell him about a certain boy you were still hung up on. It was times like that that Jean thought maybe you in his life was a sort of punishment. What did he do to deserve the feeling of having what you want most in life in arms reach and never getting it?

     Years had passed at this point though, and Jean got used to the feeling of pretending he didn’t care. It got easier over time, the boy had become accepting of his fate. He was, and always will be the best friend. It was a little hard on his pride, but it definitely beats not having you in his life at all. That’s why Jean thought he would be fine when he accepted the invite to Marco’s party in which the entire friend group had been invited. A part of him was excited, knowing it had been awhile since the last reunion. Another part of him thought about the fact that he would be there, and he felt frustration slowly build inside him.

     “Ah, I’m so excited! It’s been a minute since we’ve seen everyone, huh?” The smile on your face made up his mind, knowing he could never say no to you. Jean chuckled and shook his head “Yeah yeah, it should be better than staying in that cramped dorm room doing homework” You furrowed your eyebrows, halfheartedly pushing his arm. “Oh shut up, not everyone has a mommy who can pay for a nice big apartment on this side of town.” You snickered, and Jean froze up, redness rising to his cheeks. “S-shut up! She has nothing to do with this, plus you know I’ve invited you to move in how many times now? I have an extra room that just sits empty, you know.” You shook your head and smiled “You know that my part-time job is not enough to cover rent and bills, Jean”. It was at this point Jean dropped the conversation, knowing he was fighting a lost cause. He tried explaining to you many times before he would let you stay for free, and Jean realized just how much you dislike charity work, even if it was never that to him.

     “Anyway, are you ready yet? We’re gonna be late now.” Jean ranted, looking up at the ceiling and scratching the back of his head. “Yes, you can stop complaining you loudmouth.” You bent over and put on your heel, standing back up and flattening out the wrinkles in your clothes. It was then Jean had taken a proper look at you, taking in the nicest outfit he had seen you wear in a long time, albeit quite revealing. His eyes trailed up your bare legs, and he could feel himself go slightly weak in the knees. You really were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He cleared his throat, bringing his gaze back up to your face (though unable to look you in the eyes). “Okay, we can take my car.” He grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter, opening the front door and waiting for you to walk out first. Jean’s attention was brought back to you when he noticed your hesitation. His face grew a curious expression as he looked at you expectedly. “y/n? Are you-” “Are you sure I look okay? I mean.. Eren is gonna be there, do you think he’ll like my outfit?” Your eyes were glued to the ground, and your blush had become apparent as you played with your fingers.

     Jean swallowed, pushing the dreadful and nauseous feeling from the fact you had been thinking about him down. He knew you had kept Eren in mind, but he wished he could ignore it just a little longer. “You look amazing, anyone who would pass up the chance to have you is a fucking idiot, y/n.” It was at this moment you made eye contact with the boy, the gentle smile he saw when he first met you making itself visible. “Thank you, Jean. I really couldn’t ask for a better friend.” Although you had meant it as a compliment to him, all it seemed to do was twist the knife he had in his stomach for so many years that much deeper. All he could bring himself to do was smile and nod, gesturing for you to go out the door to the car.

     He unlocked the doors to his blacked out Camaro, the top coming down to reveal black leather seats (his favorite birthday present, that car was his baby.). After opening the door for you, something he had made a habit of these past years, he got into the drivers seat. Putting the car in drive, you connected your phone to Bluetooth. He always let you play the music whenever you drove together. “Ooo, I have to turn this up!” You said enthusiastically, pushing the system in his car to its limit as you screamed the lyrics and danced. Jean let his eyes leave the road for a moment to glance at you, his heart swelling at the way your hair flew around you face from the wind. He really did have it bad when it came to you.

     “Okay, I’m pretty sure this is Marco’s new place. Should we head in now?” He asked, taking the keys out of the ignition and turning to stare at you. You heaved in a deep breath before fixing your hair in the mirror, and nodding to the boy. “Yeah, let’s go.” He said nothing as he got out of the car, immediately going to your door and opening it. That was something you had to get used to, you didn’t like to feel like you were of some importance. You let it go though, once you saw how insistent he was on doing it, ranting about how he had to be a gentleman or something like that. You grabbed the hand he offered out to you, standing up and walking to the front door of the home.

     Jean didn’t bother knocking, instead opening up the front door and walking in like he owned the place. This didn’t surprise you though, besides yourself Marco was Jean’s closest friend. The two were like brothers and you knew Jean was excited to see him after so long. “Jean! I missed that stupid face, how are you, loser?” Ymir hooked an arm around the boy’s neck, clearly already slightly intoxicated. Jean let out a string of cuss words, wrestling out of the tall girl’s strong grip as you turned your attention to her much smaller girlfriend, Historia. “Hey Historia! It’s been awhile, huh?” You smiled at the girl. She had always been so sweet, and you thought her and Ymir balanced each other out perfectly. “It has! Although it doesn’t look like those two have changed much.” You laughed at the pair and how ridiculous they looked before turning your attention to the kitchen.

     “Jean,” you tugged on this sleeve “will you come with me to get some drinks?” You didn’t let him answer, knowing it would be a yes. He silently followed you to the kitchen, smirking at himself when he realized how assertive you had become, especially when you used to be so shy. You began pouring yourself a shot of vodka, “Damn, this early?” Jean laughed as you shrugged your shoulders before downing the drink, wiping your lips on the back of your hand. “Look, we gotta get the night started somehow, right?” You raised your eyebrow as you held out the next shot you poured to his face. He gave you a smug expression, knowing you were challenging him although he has proven on more than once occasion that he can out-drink you. He kept quiet though, and threw the shot back with ease. You smiled at him, each of you taking one more just to get started.

     “Oh shit, when did you get here dude?” Marco stepped into his kitchen, going straight to Jean and did a simple handshake. “Not too long ago. Anyway, look at you! Got this big ass place all to yourself, huh?” Marco shook his head and laughed, not good at taking praise. The two friends talked for awhile, Jean feeling himself relax with the slight buzz from the alcohol. It had been only a couple minutes the conversation lasted, you talking a little when you had been mentioned. Jean’s attention was pulled from Marco when he saw you tense up from the corner of your eye, noticeably becoming more shy than you previously were. His gaze followed yours, when he was met with the one thing he really hoped not to see. 

     Eren sat on the couch, leaning back into with his arms spread out against the back of it, a beer in his hand as he occasionally took drinks from it. Your stomach turned when you saw him because fuck, he looked really good. His black long-sleeve and jeans were simple, but maybe it was the bun he had in his hair that made you almost start drooling. It took everything in Jean’s power not to let out a scoff at how obvious you were being, and how stupid the entire situation was. “Just stop, Jean. It’s not worth it. She doesn’t want you.” His own thoughts definitely brought down his happy mindset, trying his best to ignore the sympathetic look Marco was giving him. 

     He watched as Eren’s eyes met yours, his smile growing as he gestured you over to sit next to him. You got impossibly redder as you nodded and smiled, looking up at Jean and silently asking if he was okay on his own. He didn’t hold back his scoff at that, waving you off. “These are my friends too, remember? I’ll be fine, go ahead.” Your smile widened as you immediately turned and bee-lined to where Eren was sitting. The pain Jean felt had a sort of sick nostalgia to it, reminding him of the day he witnessed the blush on your face when Eren had walked through the door. Taking a deep breath and clapping his hands together, he feigned the most convincing smile he had and turned towards Marco.

“I need another shot!”

     “So what was that about?” Eren laughed lowly, tilting his head toward Jean after you took the seat he offered. “Huh? What do you mean?” You questioned, completely oblivious to what he was hinting at. “You looked like you were asking him for permission to sit with me or something, he isn’t your boyfriend or anything right?” You didn’t know why, but this comment slightly annoyed you. Maybe it was the condescending tone he put on, or the subtle diss to your best friend. You didn’t know, but it didn’t sit right. Shrugging it off you decided he probably didn’t mean in that way and you put on a smile. “Nah, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t ditching him. He’s my best friend.” Eren gave an exaggerated sigh of relief as a smug expression took over his features. “Well, that sure is a relief.” He says smoothly, putting a hand on your knee.

     You felt nothing but confusion when you didn’t get butterflies, but another hint of annoyance. What is wrong with you? You’ve liked Eren for years, this should be a dream come true! But it wasn’t, and things were moving too fast for you at the moment. It’s not like you were a “prude” or anything, you just couldn’t push down the bad feeling you had in your gut. “Uh haha, yeah! Can you give me a sec? I really have to use the bathroom!” Eren assured it was no problem, and you quickly stood up causing his hand to slip off of your knee. You walked a little faster than you normally would to the bathroom, turning and locking the door behind you. You felt nothing but frustration toward yourself, why are you being this way? Before this moment, if Eren would have asked you to hook up, you thought you would have gladly said yes. You enjoyed texting him and you found him very attractive, so what is this dread?

     You fixed your hair and outfit as much as you could, trying to freshen up before you go back into the crowded living room. On your way back to the couch where you were sitting, you decided to stop at the kitchen and take two more shots. Maybe it was your nerves and the anticipation that caused your hesitation, the alcohol should help with that. Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself and headed back to your spot. Turning your gaze to where Eren had been, you froze. There he was, with a random girl sitting on his lap as he whispered in her ear.

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     Jean sighed, stepping into the guest bedroom and sitting on the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and silently cursed himself. He wanted to have fun, he really did. But the moment he saw that flustered expression of yours from Eren’s presence, all he wanted to do was go home and feel bad for himself. His thoughts were racing, and it was probably the alcohol but he found himself becoming more angry than sad. Why didn’t you want him? He deserved you, he had always been there and he knows he could treat you so much better than that douchebag ever could. You deserve better, and fuck, so does he.

     The sound of the door being pushed open broke him out of his thoughts, and he was more than surprised to see you entering. He could already tell you were upset, he just couldn’t put his finger on the reason why. “Weren’t you with-” “I go to the bathroom for two minutes and he immediately starts trying to get into another girl’s pants? Can you believe that? I mean honestly” You continued your rant to Jean, but it was falling on deaf ears. He was getting more and more frustrated, the feeling settling in his bones as he tried to calm himself down. “I mean we aren’t dating, but all of our friends saw me sitting with him, you know how stupid he made me look? I just-” Jean whipped his head at you, a sharp glare meeting your gaze. “You want me to be real with you, y/n? He didn’t make you look stupid. You do that yourself pretty well.” The room went dead silent. You considered for a moment he was messing with you, and you let out a laugh of disbelief. “Jean what the fuck-” He stood up from his spot, his glare only hardening.

     “No! Just stop for a second. I’m so sick and tired of you fucking complaining to me when it’s you who chooses to settle for assholes who obviously don’t care about you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just a fucking idiot. But I know you’re not, and thats what frustrates me so much, you know that? You treat yourself like shit and then want me to be there to be the person who makes you feel better. I can’t do it anymore, I really can’t.” His voice had risen a little, but that wasn’t what got to you. It was the seriousness in his tone, you knew he was being genuine. Your eyes welled up with tears, feeling like you just got punched. “Jean, I-”

     “Let me finish y/n. I have always been there for you. Always. Despite the fact that you never got over Eren. Every time he ghosted you, who was there? You know what that’s like? To watch the person you’ve been in love with for years settle for the first asshole who comes her way? Do you have any idea what that does to me? You do realize you’ve been fucking torturing me for the last four years, right?” Your mouth went completely dry, and for the first time since this conversation began, you looked him in the eyes and felt even worse when you saw the glassiness of them. Your breath got shallow as your emotions intensified, your mind racing of all the times you had literally cried on his shoulder, and you thought of how bad he must have been hurting. He kept it to himself for your sake, not wanting you feel upset or worry about him, and you never noticed a thing. Fuck, how could you have been so selfish?

     You didn’t even think about it, your body moving on what felt like autopilot when you grabbed the boy by his collar and pulled him into a kiss. He stiffened, obviously very surprised at your action, before putting his hands on your shoulders and pulling back. His face was a cherry red when he searched your features, shaking his head with a sad expression. “y/n, I don’t want you to do this out of pity. Plus, you’re probably shit-faced right now.” You shook your head and put your hands on his wrists, keeping eye contact with him. “I’m only buzzed Jean, and this isn’t out of pity. A part of me has always loved you. I just have a habit of ruining things in my life and I really didn’t want you to be one of them.” Your eyes got impossibly wetter and a part of you was surprised they hadn’t fallen down your cheeks yet.

     Jean remained silent for what seemed like hours as he examined you expression. His eyes softened and you heart stopped when his hand went to the back of your neck to pull you into another heated kiss. It was a natural reflex the way you gripped onto the front of his shirt, your heart beating at a race you didn’t even know was possible. “Damn, he's a good kisser.” you thought to yourself. You gasped slightly at the feeling of his tongue brushing against your bottom lip. You deepened the kiss and fell back on the bed, pulling him down with you. He pulled away, breathing heavily when a smile grew on his face. “Where are you?” He got up from his position on top and walked to the door, turning the lock with a click. He stalked back to where you were sitting, standing between your legs as he towered over you. “I’ve waited for this for years, I’m not going to wait any longer.”

      Excitement bubbled in your stomach as you looked up at him, a slight pout to your lips. Jean reached his hand down to your face, squeezing both of your cheeks to even further tilt your gaze towards him. “How about it then, pretty girl? Wanna have some fun?” You didn’t hesitate to respond, trying your best to nod in his tight grip. “Yes, please Jean, please.” Although your voice was a little muffled, Jean got the message loud and clear. He gave a soft smile, furthering his hand down to lightly squeeze your throat instead. “Okay then, open wide angel.” You felt a little confused but listened anyway, opening your mouth wide for the boy above you. “What is he gonna-” your thoughts were cut off when you watched, almost in slow motion as Jean leaned over and spit into your open mouth. You froze for a fraction of a second, your mind racing as the excitement grew within you. That’s not what you were expecting but you were not complaining. Jean’s long index finger tilted your chin up, closing your mouth as he kept eye contact with you. “Swallow.” He said in a gentle yet demanding tone, and you knew you couldn’t make yourself say no to him. You swallowed the spit slowly, choosing to keep quiet and wait for his next move.

     “Look at you, such a good girl.” he pushed your body further up the bed so you were laying rather than sitting and once again hovered over you. “Gonna have to thank you for that, huh?” You squeezed your thighs together at his words, anticipation growing impossibly higher. He sat back on his calves, sitting between your legs as he spread them apart around him. His fingers ghosted up your legs, stopping at the hem of your shorts. He didn’t move an inch after that, looking at you expectedly. “Well, I’m waiting? You know all good girls ask nicely, right?” He couldn’t stop the smug expression from taking over even if he tried. You squirmed in his hold, desperate for some sort of contact. “Please Jean, I can’t wait anymore. I need you.” You closed your eyes as you felt him unbutton your shorts, sliding them off with ease along with your panties. “Gotta make sure you’re comfortable baby, tell me if it hurts, kay?” He slowly entered a finger inside you, his thumb circling around your clit slowly. Your lip was pulled in between your teeth as you bit down hard enough to almost draw blood. “Oh, fuck.” He softly laughed at that, going slightly faster to elicit more reactions from you. “That’s right baby, lemme hear you, yeah?” You didn’t hold back, letting out a moan knowing the music blasting outside would drown it out. Jean added another finger and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you had never felt bliss like this before.

     “E-enough Jean.” You let out through strained breaths, and Jean felt himself grow cold for second with fear. Fuck, were you regretting this? “I don’t want to wait anymore, I want you inside me. Please.” Jean’s chest filled with relief as he shook his head at you. “You needy baby, alright, I’ll give you what you want.” Jean pulled his fingers out of you, and stuck them in your mouth with no hesitation. “You sure you ready for me, sweet girl?” He pulled his pants and boxers off, lining himself up with you. You nodded frantically, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss. Jean pushed himself into you, pulling away from the kiss to let out a deep groan as his head fell onto your shoulder. “Fuck, you feel so good around me baby. You’re so good for me, you know that? I’ve wanted this for so long and it’s more than I could have ever imagined.” He ranted on almost senselessly as he was overwhelmed with emotion. “I love you so much, sweet girl. So so much.” You felt tears prick your eyes, from both the pleasure and his sentiment. “I love you Jean, I love you.” those words had more of an affect on him than anything else you said that night, and he felt himself coming close to the edge. “I think I’m gonna-” “Me too baby” he interrupted, placing his hand back on your throat and squeezing. “Cum with me, angel.” His words and the pressure on your neck was enough to send you over, raking your nails down his back leaving marks. He collapsed on top of you, his head resting in your neck as a tired smile rested on his face. You brought your hand up to scratch his scalp, completely fuck-drunk and forgetting of anything else that happened prior to this moment.

     “So that’s why you always open my car door for me, huh?”

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omg omg im so nervous to post this, not only is it my longest fic but this is the first time i have ever written anything remotely smutty before😳 if its not good pls be patient w me i am very new to this hehe

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Play Time

Pairing | Elizabeth Olsen x reader

Summary | ‘Play time’, as it is described, is not for your own wandering hands. It is for you to succumb and be under your partner’s control, however, when she is not present, you take matters into your own hands, - literally.

Warnings | smut, spanking, masturbation, swearing, slight degradation, oral sex (fem receiving ofc), mummy kink

Requested ☑️

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There was a tension driving your actions, albeit though they were forbidden. It was obvious that Lizzie would be disappointed into your will to give into your own greed, however she wasn’t here, and you had enough time to bust an orgasm out. She wouldn’t have to know.

That was a mistake on your part, and you’d have known that if you had thought with your brain rather than your hungry cunt. Lizzie always reminded you that that was your insatiable flaw, and that was why she was the dominant counterpart rather than you.

If she were left in your own devices, then your own orgasm would remain to be your own priority, and she wouldn’t get much love. And that was certainly something that she could not have.

And so, you were laid in the nude upon your shared bed, your head reeling back at the stimulating sensations that your nimble fingers blessed upon your clit. It admittedly felt good; there was no aspect of teasing, or the sound of taunting above.

It was just... perfect. The only downside was, that the hands belonged to you, and were not those of Lizzie. But she would never touch you so gently, nor dream or giving you what you wanted straight away. There was a thrill that came with doing something that she would be strongly opposed to.

She craved the influence of the power that she had over your body, and how she had the ability to make it bend and break to her every whim. It wasn’t unusual for her to use the description of a ‘brat’ in regards to you, and it clearly was a suitable resolution in thinking of you, all things considered.

You were, knowingly, going against her strict demands, but worst of all, it was rule number one that you had broken. Do not touch yourself. That heightened a spark throughout your entirety, knowing that you were doing something bad, and deserving of being called a brat, or something worse.

But nevertheless, in all your disobedience, you continued revealing yourself in the addiction of control, pumping your slim fingers in and out of your entrance, with the assistant of your thumb providing a string of perfectly adjusted chords to reverberate through your body.

Too preoccupied basking in the glory of the climax that you were striving towards, you had not feigned to notice the silhouette leaning disappointedly against the ajar door frame, her arms crossed against her chest.

“Yes.” Heavy breaths lay abandon to your chest, the movements of your fingers faltering in their rhythm as they twitched under the flow of the pumping blood running through your ecstatic veins. With one last thrust of your paired fingers, a mewl fled from your mouth, confirming the end of your orgasm. “Holy fuck.”

“Indeed.” Lizzie squinted, stepping forward, her sudden appearance promoting wide eyes upon your face, and causing you to whip your hands away from yourself, digging their tips into the covered mattress. “And it appears that you’ve been a very bad girl, breaking mummy’s rules whilst she was away. How... bratty!”

At her specific, and degrading terminology, a whimper surpassed the insides of your mouth, as your body cradled into itself, embarrassed by the exposure that you were broadcasting to her, albeit by accident. It was clear, that you had been caught in the cross hairs of being red handed, and so, the same colour reflected in a hue upon your body, pressing through your skin in regard to the shy heat.

“Liz-“ she fixed you with a stern look, the borderline dominance flickering through her emerald hues. “Mummy.” Biting your lip, you slowly, filled with cautiousness, crawled upon the bed, and towards the woman that often instructed you in what to do. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

A tut sampled from her pink mouth, enforcing you to bow your head in slight shame. It was inevitable that she was to find out about your individually orchestrated solution to get off, but it made it that much worse, for it was not a second hand discovery.

Instead, she had watched with grave eyes how you fell apart under the collapse of your own touch. Each fluid motion that you had entrusted yourself with delivering was viewed through her stealthy and hawk like eyes. And that meant, there was no solution in trying to deny her deaf accusations, for she had served witness to your lonesome relief.

“No, it won’t.” She agreed, lightly shoving you out of her way, causing you to jolt back by the act, so that she could perch herself into a sitting position on the end of the mattress that was weighted down with many intimate occasions. “You know what to do.”

Lacking any reluctance, you followed her contextual demand, laying in your middle across her apparently inviting lap, your front composed in a floppy manner on one side, and your body half mirroring it on the other.

She trailed her cursive hands down your spine, evoking the appearance of goose bumps to poke out of your barren skin. It was far too well known what awaited you in the concept of her actions, and it had you inwardly wincing.

“See, that’s you being good. Good girls do what they’re told.” It was her successful attempt of taunting you; her outwardly confirming that you were no such thing. “How many?” From experience, you knew that it was a rhetorical consideration, Lizzie was speaking more to herself by it than she was you.

“Please don’t...” the corner of your eyes wept lightly at the thought of what was to come. The thought provoked a sincere yet arousing fear within your chamber of pleasure and fertility. No matter though how much your tried to pardon yourself for your languid mistake, it would never be enough - you knew that, from a collision of experience and logic.

Your attempts though served as vigil fuel to her scarlet fire, and whether she noticed or not, it was uncertain. But despite her possible obliviousness to it, she struck your ass with a relatively hard hand, pulling a mused squeak to tumble helplessly from your heaving mouth, that was attempting to keep the moan within its confines.

“Thank you mummy.” It rolled from your tongue deliriously, like a rehearsed line. Her hand smoothed over the place of which she had spanked, soothing the slight sting, before collaborating her hand unto your skin once more, n the same abused patch of skin. “Fuck!

In a timeless instant, she swatted you once more, causing a salty drop to cascade from your urgent eye. “Remember, only brats use language like that towards their mummies.” It was something that you had a good memory of, but the sworn word had made an appearance to your own dismay.

It had been a thoughtless spew of inconvenience, one that had dug yourself into a spiralling of trouble, and resulted in thus more pain permitted onto the section of your reddened and hand printed behind. “I think we may have to continue this, unless, you have any other ideas, baby?”

Your tongue darted out to swipe across your bottom lip, before you even considered answering. Y doing so, you could taste the salt that had dripped down from the bridge o your nose, and descending down you body in an orderly fashion to reach your slick centre.

It was a frustrating concept though, regarding your eager to please pussy. There was no attention drawn to anything on that end of you; instead, all LIzzie wanted was to hear you speak, and pathetically jumble around with words to spill the perfect answer. All you had to do, was think of how a good girl would respond.

“I’ll do anything.” Your voice was hoarse - desperate. And the vocal feature intrigued Lizzie, and so she rolled you onto the bed beside her, gently grasping the side of your face whilst playing with disarrayed hairs that curled across your cheek.

“Anything?” She repaeated for confirmation; safe to say, she was intrigued. After all, she wanted to experience the efforts that you would go to in order to make it up to her. And so, with tidal integrity, she pierced her green orbs into your own, awaiting another reply out of you.

“Yes.” A sleek smile gave way on your face, showing her that you were more than leased to do anything that she told you too. At the end of the day, it was the dynamic that you had invested yourself in, and also, the saying was true, in a diverse matter; ‘mummy knows best.’

“Okay then.” A broad structure defined her cheeks, paying tribute to her happy, and impressed demeanour. “Since it’s only fair, I want you to make me cum. It’s clear that you’re so good at it, considering that you got yourself to orgasm by nothing but your own fingers.”

She was intentionally getting under your skin about your misbehaviour, ripping of the band aid that you were certain that the openness and lack of squirming away that the spanking that she delivered entailed. But instead, it was another thing that you had been wrong about that to, and so you shuffled patiently upon your knees, watching as she intimately read you expression.

Lizzie pulled you closer by her adoring grasp on your cheek, slotting your mouth against the hilltop of hers. The pair of you moved in a rhythm, sawing your tongues around each other like flexible switch blades. Whenever she pulled away for a breather, you chased her with the promise of continuation, and vice versa.

But finally, the main event was approaching, such a ploy was revealed by Lizzie shrugging out of the dress that she had worn specifically for the interview downtown. The peeling of that layer left her in nothing more than her panties, revealing that she had forgone the support of a bra, which was formidable, since the outfit of her stylist’s choice had enabled enough, yet not too much revelation of a cleavage.

No resilience was met by either parties as she removed her flushed lips away, and laid dominantly back on the expensive mattress. And without waiting for you to run like a transitioning river beside her, she removed her panties herself, flinging them lazily away by her ankle. “Last time you ripped them.” Was her excuse, though, not that she had to ever explain herself to you of all.

It was a vivid memory, one that you fondly held onto. At the time, it had merely been an accident, but no longer did you regret what you did back then. In fact, reflecting on in it was quite hot in fact, and it had indeed been flashing images from that time that you had used to get yourself off earlier.

But your prior release, nor those that were promised in the future were your concern; not at the moment anyways. Your own priority was the woman spreading her legs so confidently in front of you, and the r rated sight had saliva collecting in the globe of your mouth.

“So pretty mummy.” The compliment had her cunt clench around nothing, you could see as the slit puffed its expanse out, attempting to seduce you inside. And it’s efforts were not in vain, for you crept forwards on your forearms, your high and beheld beloved capturing your every move within her clouded gaze.

“It would be far prettier if you were to give it a kiss. I think it’d like that, very much.” An innocent smirk wandered onto her compelling face, and you were eager to oblige her insinuating command. Your fingertips rubbed the insides of her thighs, your thumbs reaching to spread her glorious pink folds.

Leaning forwards, you in took a sensual breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent that rolled off from Lizzie’s cunt in controlling waves. It reeled you closer, and closer, until your lips were pressed against her bud in a sweet peck. “Your so wet.” Was your speculation, and you couldn’t help but gravitate your fingers onto her flower, and roll them in circles upon her individual expanse.

“Then clean it up baby. You know what to do.” Her hand reached down, bunching a fist full of hair within her grip, lowering your head down once again, causing you to continue focusing on her clit, whilst your fingers played lovingly around in her slick.

With the use of your tongue, you began from the bottom of her cunt, to her sensitive clit, working in attentive upwards strokes, collecting her sweet nectar onto your spoon appendage, and leaving none to waste. Then, you prodded at her entrance with the tip of it, sinking it in the private cavern, and reaching as far as your body part would allow you to.

Lizzie had her mouth pouted, as she breathed and mewled steadily. It served as encouragement, making you rock your tongue in and out of her successfully, your thumb finding a home on her clit, and rubbing with a passive goal. “Yes.” She moaned, her noise amplifying as she ground sensually down onto your face, rubbing her excess juices over it. “I’m close.”

That’s made you continue your administrations, the only thing of them that changed being your pace, which increased to a rapid tendency and urgency to get her to finish. “Gonna cum all over your pretty little brat face.” Her other hand also found homage in your hair, as she used it as leverage to rut her mound more directly upon your features.

A light scream evoked from her chest, as you felt her spill around your tongue, the liquid seeping out from her entrance, and softly drowning her thighs. After collecting as much as possible, and drinking it all up, you removed your face, feeling how your chin and such felt quite damp.

“I hope that teaches you to not touch yourself without permission.” Panted Lizzie, making no effort to get up from the bed, tucking herself under a blanket. She lifted up one of the sides, extending her arm upwards, and inviting you into her arms. And you were happy to settle down with her and get some rest after the thrilling and erotic night.

Being a brat wasn’t so bad. And at the end of it all, you always got to curl up with your girlfriend and find comfort in her gentle embrace, it was one of your favourite parts about having an intimate night.