#he was an absolute creep and even though he never touched me i knew he touched other girls and made even creepier comments to them

[journal-from-the-heart]

i think, for trauma survivors, especially those who were emotionally abused, invalidated, or gaslit, it is really important not to underestimate the significance of speaking bluntly about what happened to you. Forcing yourself not to beat around the bush, not to downplay what you went through with your words. say what happened, without any caveats, without any “but it could’ve been worse”, “but i might just be being overdramatic”, “but it wasn’t really THAT bad,” and so forth. sit with the discomfort until you can begin to let yourself realize that it WAS that bad, you WERENT being overdramatic, and even if it could’ve been worse you still didn’t deserve it. It’s almost like a form of reclamation, taking back your memories, taking back your life, even the difficult or gross parts, and refusing to let anyone change the narrative or tell you how you should feel anymore, even yourself. and it hurts and it’s scary and it feels weird and awkward and sometimes you want to convince yourself you’re lying, but i think sitting in those weird feelings and letting yourself admit that you really did go through trauma puts the power back in your hands to process things and be compassionate to yourself while you heal

[peterparkersnose]

Alone with you.

pairing: Michael Gavey x f Felix's friend group!reader

word count: 5k

warnings: smut, fluff before smut, p in v, virginity loss, unsafe sex, mentions of pornography, lots of awkwardness, lowkey slut shaming, hookup themes, michael's hefty ego, 18+

a/n im actually posting? whaaaaat? today was a snow day, enjoy the snowy smut I wrote for my fav today ;)

summary Y/N watched Michael get rejected by Oliver in the bar and couldn't handle that sad look on his face.

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read time: 18 mins 31 seconds

The mere look on this stranger’s face was enough to make Y/N’s gut roll. The sheer and utter disappointment of losing the company of… Oliver Quick? THE Oliver that had hung out with her group a few times, the Oliver that nobody wanted to sit with. She glared at Oliver as he sat down, his eyes were immediately fixated on none other than Felix. Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked at Oliver, but then her eyes flicked back up to the tall stranger. His face had faltered and his tiny wave was close to heartbreaking. Absolutely not.

Y/N stood, and Farleigh grabbed her arm. “Where are you going?” he asked, as he noticed your gaze on this mysterious stranger just moments ago. 

“Away.” She shrugged off Farleigh’s touch, Farleigh gave her a look of confusion as he noticed her sudden demeanor of change. Y/N grabbed her coat and purse, storming out of the bar. 

“The fuck is her problem?” Felix asked, noticing you leaving. Farleigh shrugged. “Fuckin’ tweaking over Gavey.”

Y/N ran out into the snow, it had definitely picked up since she and her friends had entered the bar nearly fifteen minutes ago. She saw the man walking, his shoulders slumped as his long lanky legs strode through the snow. “Hey!”

He didn’t turn around, as Michael would never expect a ‘hey’ to be for him. It wasn’t until she caught up to his side, that she caught his attention.

“Oy! Are you deaf?”

Michael stopped. He squinted in his fogged-up glasses, wiping them off just to make sure he had the sight in front of him correct. Y/N L/N? He quickly tried to compose himself, trying to make it obvious that he wasn’t just crying. As he wiped his glasses, he made a subtle wiping of tears that wasn’t as subtle as he would like it to be. He watched her face fall.

“Oh… no,” Y/N spoke softly, which was different from her tone just seconds ago when she tried to flag him down. “You don’t know me, but I’m Y/N.”

Of course Michael knew her. He psychoanalyzed almost everyone and everything in his surroundings, and she sat in the front of one of his boring gen-ed reading classes. He judged her on the first day he met her, as she sat next to Farleigh and they constantly snickered with each other during class. He had a distaste for the American, as Michael was convinced that his ego could have possibly been the only one bigger than his. Her sympathetic and sweet voice caught him off guard, Michael's face stiffened at first, but he soon realized that it was in his best interest to play dumb and not sound like a creep. 

“Oh, right. Y/N from Felix’s group. What do you want?” Michael said with a distaste for her presence. “For you to look at me.” Y/N replied as Michael’s eyes couldn’t meet hers on the snowy street. “And why should I do that?” he snapped at her a bit, she knew exactly how to deal with closed-off people like him. Something about this man intrigued her, she didn’t even know his name. 

“Because,” she smiled a bit, trying to guide herself into his line of sight. “Fuck ‘em.”

Michael was confused. What did she mean Fuck ‘em? Those were her friends, was this some sort of setup? A dare to go after the loser? “Excuse me?” he asked, his defenses keeping a stable tone. 

“Fuck. Them.” she said confidently. Her attitude intrigued her. “Aren't those your friends?”

Y/N shrugged. “Sort of. Definitely not Oliver though,” she cringed at the thought of the weird little man. “Please tell me you are not crying over Oliver fucking Quick, random man whose name I do not know. ” she rolled her eyes, her voice was sympathetic but yet sarcastic.

“No, I wasn’t. And my name’s Michael.”

“Yes you were, Michael.” she replied quickly. 

Michael sighed. He liked the way his name rolled off her tongue, it was definitely something he would be revisiting and replaying in his head during his nightly session alone this evening. He still didn’t like her. He didn’t have to like her to think she was hot, she was definitely wanking material. Even if she did seem like a stuck-up brat to him. 

“You know, if you’re just here to make me feel worse, could you just bug off and go back and tell your stupid little friends that you successfully made me feel worse and–”

She looked genuinely offended, it’s what made Michael’s sentence suddenly falter. “Is that really all you think I am? Some… some bimbo who just sticks around for a chance to make someone’s night more obviously worse than it already is?”

Michael was speechless. Did she truly have good intentions? He didn’t know what to say back, he was genuinely taken back by what she had said. “I don’t get it… why are you being nice to me?” Michael breathed out, his breath imitating smoke because it was so cold. “Because I hated that look on your face.” she replied bluntly. Michael then realized she wasn’t one to beat around the bush. Michael began to feel bad about his former thoughts about her, guilty for just seeing her as some idiot who would purposely hurt someone. But wasn’t she? To him, she seemed like a bitch. 

Michael stared at her with a puzzled expression, he couldn't imagine why anyone would feel sorry for him. Her sympathy is starting to make him uncomfortable. “Thanks?” he said with a questioning tone. “Oliver’s quite a weird bloke,” she said plainly. This made Michael chuckle. It was one of the things he originally liked about Oliver, is that he didn’t mind his weirdness and strange habits and quirks. If she didn’t like Oliver’s strange demeanor, his was much worse. Why was she sticking around? 

“He’s got some sort of weird man crush on Felix. Nobody can figure out if he wants to be him, fuck him, or both.” Y/N spoke like she knew exactly what she was talking about. Her confidence was uncanny. Michael was taken aback by her confidence and her statement. Was his friend, or former friend now, truly in love with Felix Catton? Wasn’t everybody? He certainly wasn’t, and from the tone of this girl, she didn’t appreciate at least his friend group very much. “Weird man crush? What do you mean? Are you trying to say that Oliver is... gay?” 

“He could be,” she shrugged, the snow began to let up. “No hate if he is. I just kind of assumed, I guess that’s not very correct but…” Y/N shrugged once again, trying not to sound too judgy or prejudiced. She truly wasn’t and didn’t want him getting the wrong impression of her. Michael makes a face expressing disbelief and surprise. “You're kidding me. Oliver...gay? Oliver can't even talk to other girls. Are you sure you're talking about the same Oliver?”

“That’s probably why he can’t talk to girls.” she pointed out. Michael was a genius, he should have put two and two together with his friend. Perhaps his intelligence didn’t correlate with his social skills. Y/N noticed this, knowing he was quite an awkward dude. With the liquid courage in her, she asked him one more question.

“May I?”

The snow fell around them as he furrowed his brows in confusion. “Uh… sure?” He didn’t expect her to grab his hand, suddenly running through the square and through campus. They both didn’t notice Felix’s whole group watching them through the window with the most confused faces ever and frankly, neither one of them cared to look back at that stupid pub. 

“Hey! Wait!” he yelled out, her little legs moved surprisingly fast for her height. She ran back towards campus, and within at least a minute or two Michael was huffing for air. “S-slow down!”

She stopped running but kept her hand in his. They were in the middle of the courtyard that was empty, the only disturbance in the fresh snow was their footprints. 

“Do you want to do something fun?” she asked, smiling as she looked up at him. Her smile, the dim lighting, how sweetly she spoke… Michael could nearly melt on the spot. He couldn’t help being amazed by your boldness. Felix's group is full of girls with the same vain and superficial personality, the opposite of you, but you seem pretty unique. “Fun? But what would we do? It's too late for the cinema, and it's probably going to keep snowing all night.” Michael wondered. “You just said it.” She replied, making Michael even more confused. He just said it?

“Do you mean play in the snow?” he asked her, looking down at her as the small periodic flakes moved about. 

Y/N needed a way to crack his awkward tone, get him comfortable with her, and save his night. It was hoped that she would make a new friend, but she wasn’t quite sure yet. She nodded, answering his question. He must think I’m nuts, she thought to herself. A sudden wave of embarrassment came over her, she was about to just apologize for the stupid suggestion when he spoke.

“O-okay.”

Her face lit up, she truly hadn’t played in the snow since she was a child. Even though she had just met him, she felt safe with him. He was creepy by all means, but something about him intrigued her, possibly attracted him to her. She took his hand and pulled him to the ground with him, she giggled as he looked unimpressed. “Really?” he said annoyed, but her smile was enough to excuse her childish behavior. She laid down and began to make a snow angel. Michael looked at her like she was some foreign specimen in a museum. What on earth is she doing? What if someone saw them?

“Come on Mikey!” she cheered, having the time of her life flailing her limbs in the snow. How she said Mikey nearly drove him crazy, her voice was one he could never forget even if they never saw each other again after today. Reluctantly, he laid down next to her in the snow and made a snow angel. Michael felt stupid for falling in the snow like a little kid, but the idea of making a snow angel with another person in the middle of the night was exciting to him. Your smile fills him with joy. He wasn’t as enthusiastic as her, but he gave in to her strange demand. Michael would never admit it, but he was secretly having the time of his life. 

Y/N stood after she finished her snow angel, Michael didn’t notice it at first until she pulled out her little camera and took a flash picture of her snow angel and him on the ground next to it. Michael stood up–why did she take a picture? “Delete that.”

“Make me,” she smirked, taking another sudden flash picture of his face as he sat up. “Do you usually take pictures of strangers or am I just lucky?” he asked, pursing his lips in annoyance and adding that sarcastic bit at the end. She didn’t notice his annoyance at all or just chose to ignore it. “You’re just lucky. And you’re not a stranger anymore.” Y/N snickered and began to walk off. Michael, of course, followed her. Her comment about no longer being a stranger to her made him smirk softly. The gall of this girl. Michael rolled his eyes and tried to snatch the camera away from her, but she was too quick to put it in her pocket. “Do you plan on taking a million pictures of me now? Because I'm starting to feel a little self-conscious.”

“Why? You’re a pretty man,” she spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and he was an idiot for questioning it. That compliment took Michael completely off guard. He froze in his tracks and stared at you, his face immediately turning red and his mouth opened slightly. 

“What?” Y/N chuckled, expecting his reaction. Watching him squirm was just so much fun for her. “Wait... What did you say?” Michael questioned, his tone shaky due to his nerves and the cold. He thought now that he must have misheard her. 

“I said you’re a pretty man.” she replied, like he was stupid for not understanding her attraction to him. In reality, her confidence was just to hide the feelings of feeling a bit rejected. 

Michael stared at her in disbelief, he couldn’t believe the words she just said. Her sudden compliment makes him feel even more self-conscious, his cheeks red and his heart beating much faster. He can barely believe his ears. “You cannot be serious. I am not pretty. It's obvious that I'm not, I don't know why you're trying to make fun of me.”

“Make fun of you?” she asked seriously. “Never.”

Michael noticed her shiver, he still couldn’t get over that someone from Felix Catton’s friend group had called him pretty. This whole evening was a fever dream to him. “Never?” he asked.

“Never,” she confirmed. The two began to walk together around the cold campus in silence for a bit, until Michael spoke up. He was getting cold as well as she was. “So, what's next on our list of silly things to do?” he asked, feeling a bit of an ego boost from her words. “I’m getting cold. We could either stay here and build a snowman… or go back to my dorm?”

His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Y-your dorm? Is it close?” he asked. She nodded. “Mhm.” The way she hummed her lips as she spoke made Michael’s stomach flutter. Michael can't help but stare at her when she suddenly says that, the heat rises to his cheeks again, it feels so weird that he is on a snowy night alone with the girl from Felix's group and she asks you to go to her room. “Are... Are you serious? You really want to... To go to your room?” he asked, waiting for her to tell him that she was joking. But she never did. “I am fucking freezing my tits off. Please?” she whined. The mere mention of her tits made him gulp and somehow sweat in this cold weather. He was taken aback by her unexpected choice of words and replied politely. “Okay, yeah. I guess it is a little cold.” he chuckled, stating the obvious as it was well into the negatives. Y/N took Michael’s hand once again, like it was almost second nature, and showed him across campus this time. Michael was thankful she didn’t run this time, he still felt out of breath from that sudden jog earlier. Michael smiles at how impulsive she is, as he lets her take his hand and pull him across campus, the cold biting their faces and their breath rising as they walk through the streets. Although it seems a little weird to Michael to go with her to her room, he can't help but feel happy to have found Y/N on a night as terrible as this one has been up until now.

They reached her dorm. She unlocked it and opened the door, escaping the coldness. She went and flicked on a lamp as Michael entered the single-roomed dorm. Michael stares at her dorm once she switches on the lamp. The place looks cozy and elegant and Michael can't help but wonder what a pretty girl like you lives alone, away from her friends. Michael starts to ask a question, to be a little flirty with you, thinking you may be embarrassed. “So... Do you always bring guys home on such snowy nights? I think that you're supposed to wait for at least three days... You're not really making it easy for me here.” She took his coat. “Huh?” Michael can't help but be amused at the idea that you took his coat from his hands without asking, but he lets you take it and replies in a playful tone. “I was referring to our romantic moment here, you know, there's supposed to be a three-day rule before bringing a guy home. Otherwise, I'll think you're desperate.”

Y/N made a bit of a face at his egotistical words, Michael was borderline calling her a whore. She decided to mess with him a bit. “Who said this was a romantic moment?” Michael felt his heart skip a beat. He softly bit his bottom lip in embarrassment, leaning against the chair of her desk. “I–I… uhm…”

Y/N laughed, approaching him and draping his arms around his shoulders. “I’m fucking with you,” she said teasingly, looking up into his gaze. Michael felt himself immediately relax as he swallowed, letting out a deep breath followed by an awkward chuckle. Michael felt a sudden wave of heat spread to his body when she wrapped her arms around his neck. When she was so close like this, he could feel her body heat radiating off of her and felt the cold receding little by little. “You’re calling me desperate…?” she playfully accused him, cocking her head a bit. “Would you say you're desperate then?” he replied, trying to shake off his shock at her previous answer that rendered him awkward. Y/N chuckled. “Hun. Me? Desperate?” There was a pause. “Are you desperate?”

Her smirk was enough to melt him. Michael can't help but feel amused at her attitude. He leaned his face closer to hers as he replied, while his sudden hand on her waist drew her closer to him. “Desperate? Why would I be desperate? I'm the one here with the pretty girl in my arms.”

She hummed a bit, looking into his eyes with a soft smirk. “You think I’m pretty?” she asked, it felt like a joke to Michael when she asked that. She was one of the prettiest girls on campus in his opinion. Her face was so geometrically perfect in a mathematical sense that it made Michael wonder what her parents had to have looked like. She didn’t look like one who would mess around with plastic surgery, even at such a young age. Michael smirked as he leaned his face even closer to hers, with one hand now caressing her cheek and looking her right in the eyes directly. She can hardly breathe with your lips barely inches away from his.

“I think you’re fucking gorgeous,” he spoke seriously, his words bouncing off his lips and onto hers. Michael's smirk deepens as he leans even closer, just a few inches from her smooth lips, and his voice lowers. “May I?” he asked, reiterating her question from earlier in the evening when she asked for his hand to pull him away from the pub. She answered by kissing him, her lips touching his. She could tell he was a bit inexperienced, but he kept up with the pace nicely. It was almost like he was eager to learn. Michael instantly froze when she kissed him so softly, so perfectly. He suddenly felt that his heart was beating like crazy. He closed his eyes and kissed her, pulling her even closer, feeling both her body warmth and the kiss against his lips. She could see a little excitement in his eyes when he finally broke the kiss. 

“Have you ever done this before?” Y/N asked sweetly, not trying to embarrass him. She just wanted an honest answer, not to tease him. “Never. Not really. I never had such a pretty girl come into my life and kiss me like you did. Are you asking me if I'm experienced or not?”

Michael felt like he had won when he saw her true blush rise to her cheeks, they were no longer red from the cold. “I don’t mean to be rude but… are you?” she asked hesitantly, making sure to ask with utmost care and to sound as sincere as she could. Michael is surprised by her bluntness, but this is exactly why he likes her, her personality is completely opposite to Oliver's vapid friends. He's so impressed by her that he decides to be direct, he doesn't want to hide anything from you now. “Well, if you must know, I... I don't have a lot of experience with women. To be perfectly honest with you, no one has ever cared enough to kiss me until now.”

Y/N pouted her lip a bit in a sweet way, brushing a piece of hair behind his ear. “Awwe, Mikey.” 

Michael is so moved by the way she called him ‘Mikey’ and touched his hair. That made him completely lose his composure. He feels a surge of emotion as you look at him intently, and even without realizing it, his face gets very close to yours. His hands move on their own, caressing the beautiful face in front of him, and he can't help but whisper softly. “What you said…” Michael took a deep breath, feeling a bit embarrassed to admit this. “You're the first–first girl t-to care about me like that and to kiss me like that.”

Y/N smiled. She felt special to be his first kiss, even if she kind of expected him to be inexperienced. It was then that she decided he was it. She didn’t need her rich, egotistical friends. All she needed was her bratty boy who stood right in front of her. “I find that hard to believe since you’re such a pretty boy.” she smirked, again enjoying watching him squirm. Michael smiled softly and answered in a teasing tone. “Do you want this as much as I do?”

He felt himself using the joking spin on his tone to make it easy for her to back out, he hadn’t realized she was head over heels for him already. He wouldn’t for a very long time, in fact. The sheer thought that a girl as pretty as her would even look his way seemed like divine intervention. 

“Of course I do.” she smiled, kissing him again. This time though, he led her over to her bed, not breaking the kiss as she sat down on her bed. “You kinda know what you’re doing.” she tried to give him some props, to make him a bit more comfortable. Michael chuckled softly and his face blushed a little as she said that, he replied in a playful tone, but he couldn't hide the nervous tone in his voice. “Heh, it's just instinct. I think it would be hard not to know a little bit about this considering your beauty. It's hard to not keep my hands off you.” 

Again, he made her blush and he was in bliss. 

“Instinct or the internet?” she smirked, pushing him down on her bed. His eyes grew wide as she did, he felt his heart nearly burst out of his chest. Michael blushed again when she began to tease him into oblivion. The softness of the covers makes him feel extremely cozy and the warmth of her body feels like heaven. He looks at you and answers your teasing tone. “Okay, maybe I'm a little bit of a pervert and maybe I watched a few adult videos before... But it's also instinct.”

She chuckled at his formality, saying ‘adult videos’ instead of porn. She smirked as she replied, having now sat on his thighs. “That’s adorable.” Y/N began to pull at his shirt. Michael's face is completely red at this point, she can see how he is lost in his emotions and her touch feels so good that he is completely distracted. Y/N can see how he leans his body forward as you pull his shirt off with both hands, enjoying the warmth of his skin being touched. He closes his eyes and whispers softly. “I-If this is what it feels like to be with a gorgeous girl like you, then I wish it happened to me much earlier.”

The praise this boy was giving her was already making her wet. She didn’t know if he was doing it intentionally or not, but she loved being worshiped by him. She had never felt this from any other man, Michael was the first to truly feel like he was honored to be under her will. Y/N quickly threw off her shirt, leaving her in her favorite bra. Michael couldn’t believe he was going to see boobs in real life for the first time. He could not believe his situation right now, as she was the prettiest girl in Felix's group, he never imagined that you would pull him to your room in the middle of a snowy night, and much less that you would strip him right there on your bed. He had now seemingly lost his pants, leaving him in his boxers. When your hands move to pull his boxers off, Michael's breath catches in his throat and all he can do is look at you and admire that beautiful body of yours which is so close now.

“Wait,” he spoke quietly. “Let me just look.”

His hand moved to her waist, taking in her body like a goddess. Y/N turned red. 

“No, please don’t be embarrassed,” Michael spoke caringly, he felt terrible for making her turn red. “Y-you’re just the most perfect creature I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”

Y/N could have melted from his words. And in his praise she smiled, letting her bra fall from her chest and threw it on the floor. Michael’s hands moved to the bottom of her breast, not touching it yet. His thumb rested under it, wrapping the rest of his hand around the side of her chest and to her back. He softly moved his thumb back and forth on her chest, avoiding her breast. “Can I?” he asked respectfully. Y/N nodded, smiling at his innocence and how much he even respected her to ask if he could touch her. 

His hand touched her breast and he let out a little whimper. His glasses were completely fogged. “My god,” he said in awe, brushing his thumb against her nipple. She didn’t expect him to be this enthralled by her. For his good behavior, she leaned her bare chest on his, using it as a balance as she slid off her jeans, leaving her in only her panties. She felt Michael gulp. “Are you okay?”

Michael nodded fervently. “Yes, yes perfect.” he stuttered a bit, pushing his glasses up on his face. She kissed him, her hands moving to his tiny waist as she used her tongue for the first time to kiss him, he moaned into her lips. She pulled away and chuckled. “You’re fucking adorable,” she said, pulling his boxers down now. 

She sighed as she felt his cock move against her underwear, Michael nearly shot up in bed. She chuckled. “Is everything okay?”

His glasses now crooked, he could barely speak. She grinded a bit on his hard cock, eliciting a noise from him Michael didn’t even know he could make. He nodded.

“P-please…” he whimpered. Y/N didn’t know if she wanted to be straightforward or tease him a bit. He looked so needy, so desperate as one of his hands moved to her waist. “I’m begging you–”

She moved her panties to the side, letting the head of his cock move through her wet folds. He nearly busted a nut right then and there. He moaned like no other, almost like he was in pain. But it was quite the opposite. “Do you want it?” she asked him, appeasing herself and teasing him slightly. She sighed, rolling her head back as the tip of his cock swiped past her clit. 

“Yes! Yes! God, yes, more than anything, please.” he begged, trying his hardest not to move her hips and just push himself into her. She finally gave in to his demands, letting herself sink down onto his cock. He pushed his head back, barely breathing as she moved slowly on top of him, his breath caught as she began to ride him. “S-so good…”

She felt his cock push against her g-spot almost immediately, which was strange as she didn’t get a good look at it before. He was surprisingly large. She moaned as it made contact, pressing her hand down on his chest. “Ohhh, baby.” she spoke softly, leaning her head back. Michael’s gaze snapped back up to her, watching her ride his cock. He felt himself growing close already, as she had already been riding him for nearly a minute. He was in ultimate bliss, watching her bounce on his cock. 

“I can’t–!” Michael mumbled. He suddenly realized that he was going in raw, and he was about to cum.

“It’s okay, Mikey. It’s safe.” she could barely speak, as she would explain later that she was on birth control. As she called him ‘Mikey’ again, it was the final push. He grunted as he came, pulling her down on top of him as he did. She didn’t expect this aggressiveness, but understood his need for her. He buried his head in her shoulder as he moaned, pumping his cock into her slowly for a last few times, she felt him kiss her neck. “S’good,” she spoke, pretending to cum with him. Even though it was pleasurable for her, she didn’t cum as quickly as him. She didn’t want to ruin his ego, so she gave him the illusion of faking it. But she wasn’t worried. This wasn’t the last time this would ever happen, he had plenty of other times to make her cum. 

He slowly soaked in her, holding her body against his trembling one. Michael was in shock, not being able to believe what just happened. He had no clue his night would end up like this, and he wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Who knew Oliver Quick abandoning him at a pub was the best thing that ever happened to him? 

She slowly rolled off of him, squishing against the wall in their very limited space on the dormitory’s bed. Y/N chortled when she saw Michael’s face, his glasses were even more crooked and he looked like he had just seen god. “You alright?”

“More than alright, actually.” he spoke out, breathing heavily. She moved a blanket over the two, as the cold was seeping in from her window. She nuzzled up against his shoulder, whispering in his ear. “I’m glad I got this time alone with you.”

As she said that, Michael knew he had completely fallen for this girl and he would never let her go. How she cared for him, how she spoke, and just the whole events of that evening had made him want to start saving money for a ring.

[itneverendshere]

guilty conscience (+18)

chapter i

pairing: rafe cameron x female!reader

summary: when ward cameron, a renowned business man and millionaire specifically requested your services through an escort agency, you assumed it would be just another job—brief and straightforward. however, your entire world shifted when ward disclosed his true intentions and rafe cameron stumbled into your life. there were rules, and rules were meant to be followed.

was money worth breaking someone’s heart?

When your agency informed you that Ward Cameron was interested in hiring you for the entire summer, you weren’t the least bit fazed. 

A millionaire spending money on escorts? Groundbreaking.

But you were pleased to be the one getting paid.

The prospect of being hired for the entire summer by a millionaire was more than appealing, especially since it meant a steady stream of income without having to worry about searching for new clients.

You hoped that he wouldn't turn out to be a creep, like a few of the clients you had encountered in the past. While most of them were respectful, aware of the rules, and simply seeking companionship, there were always a few who made the experience an absolute nightmare.

But you remained optimistic. Ward Cameron's reputation preceded him as a successful and influential man. Nonetheless, it was wise to keep your guard up.

“Ward Cameron? As in the millionaire?!" Serena's surprise was palpable even through the phone. You called her the moment you got the email, your brain barely functioning.

"Yeah, that's the one," You confirmed, "You think I should take it? It’s just... it's a whole summer commitment. What if he's, like, super weird or something?”

“Do I think you should take it? Do I think—, duh, yes! Worst-case scenario, you bail after a week and come crash at my place.”

Serena's response came through with all the enthusiasm you expected from her. She was always the one to push you out of your comfort zone, in the best possible way.

"Pretty girl, you gotta seize the opportunity!" She continued, her excitement contagious even over the phone. "A millionaire summer gig? That's like winning the lottery, but, you know, better!"

You couldn't help but laugh, "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Serena."

"You know me, always the supportive friend," she a quipped back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You've got a point," you chuckled, shaking your head. "But seriously, what do you think?"

Serena's tone softened. "Honestly, it sounds like a sweet deal. A whole summer with a rich man? Sign me up. I mean, come on," she insisted. "Think of all the fancy parties, luxurious fits, and who knows what else! Plus, hello? Ka-ching!" She added, and you knew she was making a money gesture with her hand even though you couldn’t see her.

You couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm. "Yeah, the paycheck isn't too shabby either."

"Just be sure to keep your pepper spray handy. You never know with these rich fuckers."

"Got it," you replied, rolling your eyes. "But hey, if he's anything like his reputation, it could be smooth sailing."

"Here's to hoping," Serena said, sounding genuinely hopeful. "Just promise me you'll spill all the juicy details when you get back."

"You know I will," you replied, already picturing the gossip-filled catch-up session you'd have with her at the end of the summer. "Thanks for telling me off the ledge."

"Anytime, babe," she said, her voice warm with affection. "Now go get 'em”.

The evening to meet him eventually arrived, and you found yourself seated at a luxurious table in a fancy restaurant nestled in the heart of Beverly Hills, with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the sophisticated decor. You were clad in a backless gold Dior gown that shimmered under the soft lighting. Your first big splurge years ago.

The dress hugged your curves in all the right places, its sleek silhouette exuding elegance. The plunging neckline revealed a hint of décolletage, adding a touch of allure to the ensemble.

It was a statement piece, designed to turn heads and command attention. You knew what you were doing, how to play the game.

There was no rookie move on your part, ever. You’d chosen it carefully, wanting to make a lasting impression on Ward without overshadowing the refined ambiance of your surroundings.

No matter how many times you did it, how confident you became in your craft, you still felt your heart pounding as you waited for him. He was certainly the most influential man you had ever encountered, and that kind of power freaked you the fuck out.

Moments later, he sauntered into the restaurant, every inch the epitome of sophistication. His suit was impeccably tailored to fit his frame. Each stitch seemed to scream, "I have money to burn." 

Which he did. 

You couldn't help but wonder just how much that suit cost.

Hundreds? Thousands? It was probably more money than you made in a month, maybe even two. Yet, there he was, wearing it like it was no big deal.

As he approached your table, a subtle smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Good evening, Mr. Cameron," you greeted him, rising to your feet with a polite smile. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

"Ward, please," he replied smoothly, extending his hand for a handshake. "The pleasure is all mine. You look even more stunning than your photos."

You accepted his handshake, "Thank you, Ward. Shall we?" You gestured toward our table, and he nodded in agreement.

You found yourself scrutinizing his every move, trying to break down his intentions behind that charming facade.

“So tell me, what drove you into this…industry?”

The way he said it rubbed you the wrong way. His tone seemed condescending, which didn’t surprise you at all. It seemed like there was more behind his question than just casual curiosity. Was he testing you?

It felt as though he was probing, searching for something beyond the surface level. His demeanor carried a hint of arrogance that grated against your nerves. 

And honestly, you had punched men for lesser. 

Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you maintained your polite smile.

"Well, Ward, it's a combination of factors, really," You began, choosing your words carefully. "I've always been intrigued by the dynamics of human connection and the opportunity to create meaningful experiences for others."

Bullshit. 

You almost wanted to laugh at how easily the lie came out of your lips.

You did this because it was easy money. After all, men were stupid enough to pay for you to sit next to them at events, they were pawns, a means to an end, always. 

You watched his expression closely, noting the subtle shift in his demeanor. It was as though your response had piqued his interest, just like you planned. But you couldn’t underestimate a man of his caliber, surely, he wasn’t as easy to manipulate as the guy next door. 

Ward nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. 

"Interesting," he mused, his tone neutral. "It's rare to find someone who approaches this line of work with such... philosophical perspective."

You resisted the urge to bristle at his comment, choosing instead to deflect.

"Well, I've always been a romantic at heart," you replied, injecting a hint of playfulness into your tone. "I suppose it's just part of my charm."

Again, bullshit. But he seems more interested in your shiny pink lipgloss than the words coming out of them.

 Men. 

To your relief, Ward chuckles softly, the tension in the air dissipating slightly.

"Indeed," he conceded, a hint of warmth softening his features. "Charm certainly seems to be one of your many qualities."

The dinner went smoothly. You let him show off and order for the both of you, complimenting his choice of wine even though it tasted like absolute shit, and you would have rather drown a beer than drink that ever again. But alas, there was a façade to maintain. 

Ward regaled you with stories of his business ventures, his travels, and his philanthropic endeavors. You listened attentively, nodding and smiling at all the right moments, even if you would rather shoot yourself in the foot than listen to another white savior tale of his. 

“If you don’t mind, Ward, I’d like to discuss our arrangement.”

His eyebrows rose in curiosity as he set down his wine glass, turning his attention fully to you. "Of course, my dear. Straight down to business, I like that.”

Ew. 

You leaned back in your chair, “I’m sure you’ve been informed about the agency’s policy. I’d just like to know what events you’d like me to attend.”

Ward's only stared at you for a moment before he leaned foward, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Ah, yes, the agency's policy. Quite straightforward, isn't it?" He mused, swirling the wine in his glass absently.

You nodded, keeping your expression neutral, though inside, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. What have you gotten yourself into?

“Indeed.” you replied evenly, your voice betraying none of your inner turmoil.

“I’m afraid this job is going to be a little different from what you’re used to, honey.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. What the hell was that supposed to mean? You had encountered your fair share of peculiar clients in the past, but something about Ward's demeanor sent a shiver down your spine. 

Suppressing the urge to bolt from your seat, you forced a polite smile and nodded, trying to maintain an air of professionalism, “I see. Different in what way?" 

He sighed, running a hand through his greyish hair, “Truth is, I didn’t hire you for myself.”

You blinked, trying to process Ward's words as your mind tried not to jump into the worst possible case scenario. What did he mean he didn't hire you for himself? 

“I don’t understand?”

Ward studied you with a calculating gaze. "I apologize for any confusion," he began, his tone measured. "You see, I didn't hire you to be my companion for the summer."

A cold knot of dread formed in the pit of your stomach. You hated people who can’t just jump straight to the point, circling the subject like a stupid party trick. 

"Then who did you hire me for?" you asked. 

Ward's lips curled into a knowing smile, and for a moment, you felt a surge of panic coursing through you.

"I hired you for my son."

Okay, what the fuck.

You were positive your face probably gave away your exact thoughts, because he was speaking again before you could spit out the words. 

Ward continued, his tone taking on a note of urgency. "You see, my son has been going through a difficult time lately.”

You only hoped you were not about to get roped into spending the entire summer with a man-child.

“Define difficult.”

“Two years ago he recovered from a drug addiction.”

You didn’t want to sound like an insensitive bitch, but drug addiction problems were more than common among the rich kids.

“Okay. And?”

“And he’s better now. He’s great, actually—“

“But?” You interrupted with a tilt of you head, “What’s the catch?”

“Recently, he’s been spending time with a girl, who I do not approve of.”

Roping you into a situation like this felt incredibly manipulative, not to mention unfair to both you and his son. You were not born to put up with other people family drama.

“Why don’t you approve of her?”

Ward snorts, wiping his lips with the napkin, “She’s not good enough for him. Hangs around with the kind of people that ruined his life.”

"And you think hiring me to spend time with your son will somehow fix…this?" you asked, skepticism lacing your tone.

“You’re not just spending time with him, honey.”

“Excuse me?”

He brought his hands to his face, rubbing, “I need you to date him.”

He must be out of his fucking mind.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. The absurdity of the situation struck you harder, “Date him?" you repeated between cracks, shaking your head in disbelief. 

The man was clearly going through a mid-life crisis because there was no fucking way he was being serious.

Ward's expression darkened, his brows furrowing in irritation as your laughter filled the restaurant. 

"Is something amusing?" his voice cut through the air like a blade.

You struggled to stifle your laughter, the weight of his serious tone finally sinking in.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say between chuckles, though the amusement still lingered in your voice. "I thought you weren’t serious.”

Ward's jaw clenched, “You think I’d be here if I wasn’t serious?” he snapped, his tone stern. "My time is money.”

"Well, forgive me for finding the situation...unexpected," you reply, exaggeratedly flicking your gaze upward. "But hiring someone to date your son? That's not exactly normal.”

Ward's eyes narrowed slightly, his irritation palpable. "It's necessary," he retorted, his tone sharp. "My son's well-being is at stake here.”

Fucking dramatic. Rich people would never fail to amuse you with their hobbies.

Paying someone to date his son? It sounded like something straight out of a soap opera. But you knew better than to let your mouth get the best of you, especially when there was money on the line.

You held his gaze, unflinching. "And you think that hiring me to date him is the solution?" 

“Yes.”

Ward's answer was curt, leaving no room for further discussion.

Dating his son was definitely not what you had signed up for, but the allure of the paycheck had you second-guessing your morals.

Realistically, Ward's son would probably never like you, you’d date for a few weeks, keep him away from the girl of his dreams, get paid and ta-dah.

"Alright. I'll hear you out, what exactly do you expect from me in this...arrangement?"

"You’ll be staying in the Outer Banks. I’ll pay for your tickets and accommodations. You’ll be paid weekly, extras will be included.” 

“Extras?” 

The word lingered in the air. It sent alarm bells ringing in your mind.

“Listen, your agency’s has a policy, I don’t care if you break it or not, you do whatever you gotta do.” 

You snap, tired of biting your tongue, "I'm not a prostitute."

Ward's brows shot up, his expression momentarily taken aback by your bluntness. "Pardon me?" 

You could feel the weight of his stare, analyzing your every move, every expression. But you refused to back down. You had principles, lines you wouldn't cross, no matter the paycheck.

"I said, I'm not a prostitute," you reiterated, "I don't engage in any activities that cross the line of professional companionship.”

Ward's jaw clenched as he assessed you, as though trying to decipher whether you were bluffing or not.

Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with thinly veiled frustration. "Fine," he relented, his tone icy. "But do remember you're replaceable."

Of course, he would resort to threats when he didn't get his way.

Typical.

"I'm well aware of that," you replied coolly, refusing to let him see any sign of weakness. "But if you want me to do this, it's going to be on my terms. Take it or leave it."

Ward's lips tightened into a thin line, "As you wish," he bit out, his tone dripping with irritation. "But don't expect any special treatment."

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, hiding the satisfaction bubbling inside you. "Wouldn't dream of it."

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

[kruegerspillow]

‘Your touch devours me, baby,’ A werewolf Soap fanfic.

Creator's note: I have appeared outta nowhere again, with the most random fic in the world. Well, enjoy this, keep in mind that English isn't my first language, and this hasn't been proofread. Eat up girlies.

Summary: You knew that Soap was a lycanthrope, and you've opened up to him about being interested in learning about their species. But there's one thing that he didn't give you a heads up at.. his heat cycle.

Genre: Real kinky smut.. MDNI ! 🔞

Words: 2,121 (including these creator's notes, warning, summary, genre, etc..)

Warning: NSFW, absolute feral Soap, a lot of swearing, no mentions of y/n, reader is AFAB, Soap is a wayy submissive here. PiV, breeding, brief mentions of blood, Soap got caught humping on a pillow (yes, you read that right.), CNC (?), SOAP IS SO CARING HERE ASKASKSk, super soft Soap !! After care.

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish, the charming werewolf that everyone knows. He's known for his charisma, and of course, his heightened capibilities.

The base had been oddly quiet after the mission, most of the soldiers had already went to the usual pub to celebrate another succesful mission. Though, you felt like someone was missing, which gave you an eery feeling. Thus, you decided to walk your way back to base to check out on that person— Johnny.

You walked out of the group of soldiers, the unpleasent smell of alcohol lingering around you— you squeezed your way through the crowd, wincing and muttering a small apology for every person whom you bumped into. As you finally succeed to get your way out of the crowded pub, you wandered your way back to the base— goosebump forming on your arms everytime the wind breezes.

Your boots crunched against the cold, hard ground. You made it back to the base, before walking your way to the quarters. As you turned to one of the corners, you froze on your spot.

A familiar voice rings into your ears, before you recognized that Scottish accent. Though, as you walked closer to his dorm door, you heard those familiar sounds of pleasures— along with bed creaking and the wet noises.

“Fuckfuckfuck, [name].. feel so fuckin' good, grinding against me like that..” You heard him choke out, followed by a high-pitched whine.

The familiar heat creeps up onto your face, feeling your body jolt slightly at the sound of him calling out for you like that. Your hand rests on his doorknob, debating on whether to open the door and intervene, or.. listen to his noises of pleasure.

Well, the door creaked.

You got into his room quickly, before closing the door behind you. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead, before you locked the door to his dorm. You stood there on the doorframe, before your eyes met with his. Soap had never looked so guilty in his life. His body shudders against the pillow, before he completely froze— his hand grips the sheet, just enough for his knuckles to turn white.

“C'mon, don't stop on my account, Soap. Go on with what you're doing,” You grunted out, crossing your arms as you looked down at him. His face went completely red, lips parting as his tail wags in excitement.

“Shit, [name], you.. you shouldn't be here.” He murmured out, sounding more cautious as his cock twitched on the pillow. Your scent lingers around him, his head spinning from your strong smell. His breath hitches, precum spreaded on his pillow.

You decided to take matters in your own hand, quite literally.

You walked even closer to him, before leaning down to face him, enough for Soap to feel your breath against his hot face. He bit his lip, stifling any noises he's about to let out. One of your hand reaches down to support you on the bed, before the other went to his twitching cock.

“Fuck! Don't.” He hissed out, warning you for the consenquences of his heat, “I dont want to risk hurting you, bonnie.”

You maintain eye contact, eyes rolling at his words before you crawled onto the bed. You were on your knees, legs beside his trembling thighs as your right hand kept itself on the tip of his cock.

“Try me, Johnny.” Your voice was low and raspy. His tail immediately perks up once again as he tried to hold himself back. He tried to resist wagging his tail, pushing the pillow that was sprawled with his precum away. His eyes showed how badly he's asking for it.

“Baby.. shit, at least keep distance with me,” He whined out, afraid to hurt you in any kind of form. “Don't wanna fuckin' hurt you.. Get out before it's too late,”

You ignored his pleas, before you stroked his cock, your hand twisting everytime it went against the tip of his cock.

“[name], bonnie, fuuck..” He whined out, trying to resist his hips from bucking up as both of his hands clenched the sheets beneath the both of you. He had practically given up on trying to stop you, though. His eyes rolled back slightly, whining out like he's begging you to let him breed you, to mate with you.

“I know, I know, relax a bit for me, will you?” I shushed him, trying to keep him quiet as I stroked him. Your other hand reaches up to his chin, making him face you as you gave him a passionate kiss. He kissed back desprerately, biting your lip gently— well, he tried to. He drawed blood on your lips, his sharp fangs cutting your lip. The sensation of pain and pleasure mixed, and before he could even apologized, you shoved your thumb into his mouth.

He grunted out, bucking his hips completely now. He sucked on your thumb, but this time, even more careful as he knew that his fangs were way too sharp to be played around. His tongue swirled, feeling himself going closer and closer to the edge. He looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes, trying to signal you that he's about to cum.

“Cum.. about to, ngghh, about to cum..” he panted out with his muffled voice, feeling his saliva drip down from his chin. He felt feral, yet so submissive around you.

You gave him a small, reassuring smile before your hand picks up the pace. You earned a whimper from him, his noises coming in between his little pants as his tail wagged.

“Cum for me like a good boy, will you?” You teased him, before you tipped him just over the edge. His back arched, fangs showing as he let out a long whine. His hips kept bucking, cum shooting out from his leaking cock to his own stomach. His cock twitches in your hand, still obviously hard even after the orgasm.

You chuckled, amazed by his intense orgasm as you let go of your hand from his cock, letting him catch breath for a second. You pulled out your thumb from his mouth, seeing it dripping with his wet saliva. As he catched his breath, you met his gaze— your right hand entering his mouth once again— making him swallow his own cum.

“Swallow it like a good ol'boy, hm..” you praised him as he swallowed his release. As you pulled out his thumb, his hands shots up to your waist as he tried to tug your trousers down.

“Wanna eat.. eat you out so badly, please..” he groaned out, before you heard small footsteps outside the room. It was probably the soldiers going back to their dorm anyway.

You smiled at his words, before letting him tug your trousers down. He pulled them down as fast as he could, his fingers fiddling with your zipper as he finally got them down. He pulled you by your waist, before laying on his back and pushing you down onto his face— your clothed clit right on top of him.

“You, ride my face, don't even think if I can breathe or not.” he breathed out, before his fingers tugged your panties down.

Your breath hitched slightly as his gaze met with your dripping cunt, you grunted at the sensation of his warm breath against your core. He didn't even wait anymore, his tongue lunging at you like a feral beast with it's prey. He licked and sucked, the sounds of your slickness loud and clear for others to hear.

His hand shots up to your thigh, pushing even more weight down to his face. He grunted out, squeezing your thigh as his tongue went in deeper into your swollen clit. You whimpered out, your hand reaching down to tug on his hair— which nearly made him cum on the spot too.

He moaned out, his voice muffled as he devoured you fully, his tongue felt so good in you. You clenched around nothing, before looking down at him, your chest rising up and down.

“I.. I'm close, Soap, don't stop..” you moaned out, biting your bleeding bottom lip— luckily, he didn't notice the amount of blood he drew from you.

His tongue wiggled in you, wanting to feel you cum on his face as he let out a breathy chuckle. You spasmed, before letting go. As your orgasm occured, he lapped up your juices, seeming to be more then satisfied to make you feel really good. You jolted as he continuted to lick and suck for a few more seconds, before fully stopping. You got off of his face, just to see his saliva mixed with your juices drooling down his chin. A small grin tugged in the corner of his lips, he still looked.. desperate.

He grabbed your waist once again, before positioning you towards his cock.

“Need to feel you around me, hnngh..” he slurred out, voice raspy as he slowly lowered you down. His tip went in, and he nearly came just from the sensation of you clenching around it. Wet sounds formed as he slowly inserted his cock, inches by inches, it was finally in.

With a small 'pop', he's fully inside you now. He groaned out, back arching as you started to ride him on the spot. You grinded down against him, purposely clenching around his cock just to tease him even a bit. He whined out, ears drooping as his hips bucked. His hand stayed on your waist, supporting you as he made sure he didn't miss the feeling of even a single sensation. You thrusted him in and out from you, feeling his cock twitch as you moaned out.

“Feel so fuckin' good..” he murmured out in pleasure.

And in a second, he flipped you over, making you lay on your back against the messy sheets. You gasped in amusement, before letting him do his own thing. Suddenly, he absolutely ruts into you with no mercy, panting as his tongue poked out of his mouth. He lets out little whimper and whines, feeling you clench around him when he fastened the pace.

“Fuuck.. I'm sorry baby, can't. fuckin'. hold. back. anymore.” he moaned out in between deep, long thrusts. He ruts into you, a feral wolf he is.

He chased his orgasm, as well as yours. Thrusting deeper and deeper, he felt himself getting closer— along with you clenching around him.

“Need to breed you, need to fucking cum in you, need us to cum together. Wanna breed you so fucking bad..” he slurred out, lost in the sensation of pleasure.

He picks up his pace by the second, before the both of you tipped over the edge. One last thrust, and you could feel his knot in you.

You whined out, feeling his knot dripping into your greedy cunt. You clenched around Soap's cock, before arching your back. Soap grunted out, panting heavily as his cum still drips out. In a few more moments, the both of you catched your breath. He slowly pulls out, earning a gasp from you.

“Bonnie.. did I hurt you?” He asked in concerned, before his eyes glances down to your core, his cum dripping out. His cock hardened once more, but he decided to let it be, as he didn't want to hurt you again. You shook your head, appearing to be fine before his fingers gently fucked the cum back into your cunt.

He prepared aftercare for you, grabbing a warm towel and tossing it to you and handing you a glass of warm water after he took a shower with you, tugging his boxers back up— the imprint of his still hard cock visible, but he ignores it. His tail wags, ears perking up as he crawled into your arms softly.

“Your touch devours me, baby, I am all yours.”

[h0nology]

Extraterrestrial

Boy, you’re an alien. Your touch so foreign, it’s supernatural..

ughhhh this was originally for human reader but it literally wouldn’t be logical so the reader is navi! enjoy :)

warnings: smut 18+ minors dni, reader and lo’ak are aged up, cussing

You're so hypnotizing. Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?

Growing up, you had always been close with the Sully family. Your mom being great friends with Neytiri and all, so it was bound for you to become friends with all the Sully kids. And though you got along with all of them, Lo’ak was your favorite. You two were basically attached to the hip ever since you were born, doing any and everything together.

As you two had gotten older, you could say you developed a huge crush on the troublemaker. And so did he. Everybody saw it coming, except for the two of you. Oblivious to how you two would look at each other, and go out your way for one another.

You kept your crush under wraps for years, figuring Lo’ak would only look at you as his best friend—his family even. Plus, he had every girl in the clan swooning over him or wrapped around his finger. Why would he want you?

That was until that one day. The one special day where he said those very words you’d thought you’d never hear.

“Nobody else matters when there is you, syulang. I want you, and only you. I do not need anybody else.”

Your touch, magnetizing. Feels like I am floating. Leaves my body glowing.

Your favorite thing about Lo’ak was his hands, oh how you loved his hands. How huge they were compared to yours, the way they touched and caressed your skin, how one would wrap around your neck as the fingers on the other one pumped in and out of you. And how one would hold a fistful of your hair as you sucked on his cock.

Or how they would cuff your face so that he could stare at you. How they would hold your smaller hand as you two walked through the forest together. How they’d lift you up by your waist at ease, and how they’d craft things for you.

His hands were your biggest weakness, and he never understood why. Why you liked such a random, generic part of his body like that. Something that was so regular to him, but so different for you in your eyes.

Kiss me, ki-kiss me. Infect me with your lovin'. Fill me with your poison, take me, ta-take me. Wanna be your victim, ready for abduction.

Lo’ak’s mouth was intoxicating. The way he’d lock his lips on yours, and shove his tongue in your mouth as he roughly thrusted into you. Or how it would absolutely destroy your pussy with just his tongue. How his tongue would flick of your sensitive nipples. He loved using his mouth on you, listening to the pretty noises that left your mouth as you become completely undone just by his tongue.

“Lo’ak, please. I need it, I need you.” You pleaded underneath the boy as he sucked and bit on your neck, marking you as his.

“Use your words, baby. What do you want?”

You hated when he did this. Making you use such vulgar language (which he had taught you) when he knew exactly what you wanted from him.

“Lo’ak…” You whined, your hand trailing down his chest, stopping right at his waist.

“Cmon syulang, I want to hear you say it.” He looks you in your eyes, then down to your lips, slightly pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“I want to feel you inside of me, Lo’ak. Need your cock, please."

It didn’t take long for the boy to remove his loincloth, smirking at you as he dragged his cock which was leaking with pre cum over your slit. Without a warning, he pushed himself into you. All of him. He stretched you out so well, your walls clenching around him as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you.

“Good girl, you take me so well, baby.” He grunts as he sinks back into you, going deeper than before if that was even possible.

All you could do was moan in response, mind going completely blank as his thrust became faster. You squeeze your eyes shut as you felt your climax slowly creeping up on you, him hitting your sweet spot repeatedly was driving you crazy.

“I-I am close.” You moaned.

“I know, baby. Fuck. I know.” He pants, “Open your eyes, look at me.” Lo’ak roughly grips on your face, squeezing your cheeks so that your mouth would open.

You peeled your eyes open and the sight of him was enough to make you come right there. His hooded, glowing eyes looking down at you in admiration as he fucked your brains out.

“So pretty baby, you going to come for me?” He asks and you moan, “Yeah? Let go, baby—oh shit, come for me.” His thrust becoming sloppy as you came all over his cock.

“Lo’ak!” You screamed out, legs shaking uncontrollably underneath him, “I don’t–I don’t know how much longer I can last.” He moans in your ear.

“Give it to me.” You leaned up and gave him a quick kiss, “I want all of it.”

“Oh–oh fuck, oh fuck.” His warm seed shoots up inside of you, “Fuckk!”

Boy, you're an alien. Your touch, so foreign. It's supernatural. Extraterrestrial.

[supercoolhotgirl]

rice purity - lip gallagher

3.2k words

lip gallagher x reader, friends to lovers, hickeys, talk of sex, weed, shotgunning

PART TWO is out!!!

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it started out as a joke. as most things with lip normally did. we had been marking off our rice purity tests, each of us in turn, and showing the other everything we’d done or hadn’t done, issuing gasps and mock cries of disbelief from both of us.

we were sitting on the faithful old couch in my bedroom, lip holding up his phone and checking off numbers left and right with me leaning over and watching in awe. lip was just about in the middle of the quiz, number 37: gave oral sex. i watched, mesmerized as he tapped the little box to the left of the question, indicating that he had, in fact, gone down on a girl.

i faked a gasp and he looked at me, a smug smile on his face. i mostly faked the gasp to look like i really didn’t care, but in reality, i was trying to push away the image of a sweaty lip, looking up at me from between my legs.

“so gentlemanly, phillip,” i teased.

he nudged me in the arm. “what can i say? im a sucker for giving,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

i feigned gagging before responding. “so you’re saying you’ve actually succeeded at making a girl cum? because i’m quite doubtful.” i deadpanned.

“hey,” he said, matching my serious expression and leaning forward further. “if you don’t believe me, i can always try it on you. then you can judge for yourself.”

i stared at him for a moment, attempting to register what he’d said, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. trying to make a quick recovery from my shock, i pushed his face away from mine playfully. “in your dreams, gallagher.”

he muttered something that sounded awfully like, “in your dreams, too.”

“what’s that?” i cupped my ear towards him.

“oh absolutely nothing. let’s finish this bullshit so i can see yours,” lip retorted.

and so it went, lip checking off almost every box, except for some regarding breaking the law. when he reached number 70, had sexual intercourse 10 or more times, i shifted uncomfortably, leaning my head against his shoulder.

we both knew that i was a virgin, while he was a self proclaimed “sex genius.” i wasn’t too sure about that, but it in no way helped my wandering daydreams of him when i touched myself.

i’d been friends with lip for years, and he’d never exactly been innocent. those past few years especially, though, he’d grown a bit more into the fuckboy lifestyle, and had been rumored to just fuck girls and leave before they even woke up the next morning.

this was one of the reasons i’d never made a move on him before, even though he was glaringly gorgeous and crazy smart. i was scared i’d lose him.

another reason was all of his experience and my lack thereof. i had no confidence that he’d even want to do anything with me; i was almost sure that he’d reject the idea of fucking a virgin, hypothesizing that i’d become irrevocably attached to him and never want to leave his side.

of course, i’d never talked to HIM about any of this, so it was all really speculation from my point of view.

however, not two minutes after i’d had these thoughts, i watched him check off number 84, had sex with a virgin, that blush crawling right back up my neck.

the rest of the list went smoothly, lip checking off almost every sexual experience the quiz had to offer before we both grimaced at the two unchecked boxes at the end of the test: numbers 99 and 100, committed an act of incest and engaged in beastiality.

“you know what, come to think of it, i almost fucked my cousin once,” lip said thoughtfully, turning to look at me. “third cousin. not even related by blood!” he added defensively, staring at my shocked face.

“lip. how the hell did you almost fuck your cousin?” i questioned skeptically, laughing at his expression.

“long story short: there was a wedding, there was champagne, and there was an empty hotel suite.” he said, sighing, as i laughed.

“interesting,” i told him. “let’s get your final score, shall we?”

he nodded in approval, and clicked the calculate my score box. a large red 38 appeared on the screen. i goggled at the number while lip laughed at my incredulous expression.

“did you think it would be higher?” he asked, smiling at me.

“i mean— i didn’t really know what to expect,” i defended, still shocked by the number.

“aw. after all the time you’ve known me, you still thought i was innocent just like you.” he said, tapping me on the nose for good measure.

i shoved his hand away. “i know for a fact that you aren’t innocent, especially by whatever standards you’re using.” i pulled out my own phone, but lip stole it from me as soon as i’d typed in the password.

i let him find the rice purity website, watching his hands work, knowing

those hands would visit my imagination later.

i was cleared of my daydreaming when he handed me the phone, this time laying his own head on my shoulder, a warm, tumbly feeling tossing over in my throat. i cleared it and began reading the questions.

i got through the first four questions without checking off a box, my face stinging as i checked the next two boxes that referred to kissing someone. lip gasped beside me and rose off my shoulder.

“you never told me you had your first kiss?” he said, a glint of hurt in his eye.

“i— i didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” i lied.

“it definitely is. for you at least,” he smiled as i shoved him again. “tell me what happened.” he implored, looking at me like a puppy.

i sighed. “lip, honestly, it was no big deal. remember last summer i went to camp for two weeks?” he nodded his confirmation.

“worst two weeks of my life,” he said quietly.

“well. i met this guy, you know jack thomas?” again, lip nodded, his face telling me to go on. “well there was a lot of flirting, honestly most of it was flirting, but at the end of camp, on the last night, he took me to the lake and i expected this big, wonderful kiss, but it was so lame. he said, ‘you’re so awesome,’ and then i guess he kissed me. but it was less of a kiss and more of him licking my lips, pretending he knew what he was doing.” i paused, looking at lip’s face. he hadn’t looked away from me once. “and then we left camp and he never texted. the end.” i finished lamely. lip was registering the story, something like relief settling into his features.

“i always knew jack thomas was a dick,” lip said unceremoniously, looking off into space as if he were imagining jack’s face in front of him.

“well that’s the story, sorry it’s absolutely boring. especially compared to what you’ve done,” i added, testing the boundaries.

“you’re right. i’ve done much worse,” he grinned at me. “but i’ve never been kissed by a boy, so you’ve got me there.” he teased.

“more like licked by a boy,” i rolled my eyes at him.

“well in that case i’ve definitely got you beat. growing up with carl? no question.”

“alright gallagher, get ahold of yourself,” i laughed at him. i kept moving down the list, trying to make light of the fact that i had done nearly nothing on there. once i had passed number 11, given or received a hickey, lip stopped me by grabbing my phone from my hand.

“dude,” he started seriously. “not even a hickey?”

i shook my head, a weak smile set on my face.

he looked as though he was lost in thought for a moment. “what if i help you lower your score?” he asked, searching my eyes.

i widened my stare, my heart hammering. “meaning…?” i implored.

“meaning, let’s do some things on here that you’ve never done. so you can check them off.” lip explained, gesticulating like it was obvious.

i thought for a moment, the glaringly obvious set in my head: he had initially just offered to do anything to me, if i wanted to. “sure,” i said, trying to seem casual.

“is it a ‘sure’ or is it a ‘yes’? because i’m not doing it if it’s not completely what you want,” he told me.

“yes, lip, it’s a yes.”

he smiled a devilish smile. “okay first things first, a hickey. it’s easy,” he assured me. “can i give one to you or do you want to do it to me?” he asked.

“definitely do it to me. i’m sure you’re way more skilled at hickeys than i am.” i responded.

“if you wanna stop at any point, just let me know and i’ll back the fuck off.” he reminded me. i nodded in response.

he moved my hair from my neck, my heartbeat quickening as he placed his hand around the back of it. “hey,” he said, his mouth awfully close to my ear. “i haven’t even done it yet. your heart’s beating like a fucking jackrabbit.”

“god this is fucking embarrassing. just fucking do it!” i laughed nervously, awaiting his mouth on my neck.

he moved in even closer, and i could smell his scent: fresh wood and that everlasting cigarette smell that i could never get out of my room once he left. all of a sudden his lips were on my neck, a little below my ear, sucking and nipping with his teeth. i was absolutely sure he could hear my heartbeat, it was pounding so loud.

i wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, so i moved one of them on top of his hand that was gripping the back of my neck, and massaged his fingers. i felt his breath hitch against my skin when i did this, and he pulled away just enough to whisper in my ear, “didn’t know my innocent girl knew what she wanted.”

i exhaled slowly. my innocent girl.

his lips kept on sucking a mark into my skin, and my other hand leapt to his hair, massaging it and feeling its softness. i leaned into him as he pulled away to admire his work. i let out a little “fuck,” as he met my eyes again, his lips glistening and a devious smile playing on his face.

“well princess. you can check that off the list,” he said, casually picking my phone back up to, i presumed, check it off the list. i cleared my throat and turned away, remembering that this was just a game to him. that was okay with me, i just had to remember it.

“don’t call me that,” i turned back, and realized that the list was on my phone, and he’d picked up his. “what the hell are you doing, lip?” i questioned, covering my face bashfully as he held up his own phone to take my picture.

“well, you have to see it, otherwise it definitely doesn’t count.” he pointed out.

i sighed and removed my hands from my face, turning my neck outwards towards his camera and striking a pose. he grinned and flashed the photo, then showed it to me. i blushed. below my ear there was a red mark, and i felt a twinge of nerves pass through my heart.

“beautiful work, gallagher, really wonderful,” i said, mimicking a gallery snob. “how much do you want for it? one million? two million?”

“oh no, this is priceless, this is,” he said, matching my tone and motioning towards the hickey in question.

i laughed at him as i grabbed my phone again and found my place in the quiz. “would you like to do the honors?” i said, showing the phone to lip, who had once again leaned his head onto my shoulder. he pressed the little box next to number 11, given or received a hickey, and smiled up at me.

“what’s next, princess?”

“god damn it, i told you not to call me that.” i reminded him, not fully hating it.

“ah, princess, i just don’t care.”

i went through the next five questions with no boxes to be checked, until i hit number 17, masturbated. i smirked, checking off that box with confidence, while i felt lip smile into my shoulder.

“at least the princess can take care of herself,” he mumbled.

“oh i absolutely can. you’d be surprised the miracles these fingers can work,” i said, wiggling two of my fingers at him in jest. i watched as he blushed. he actually blushed.

“did you just blush?” i asked.

“well you can’t give me an extremely graphic scene and except me not to imagine it,” he retorted, the pink in his cheeks subsiding as he got his gusto back.

“so you’re saying you just imagined me fingering myself. real classy, lip.” i teased, secretly loving the idea of it.

he opened his mouth as if in protest, but i put a finger to his lips. “shhhhh my dear lip. i’ve heard what i needed to hear.”

i kept scrolling, occasionally marking a box about masturbating. lip stayed silent, apparently in awe at how much i’ve done by myself.

“hey, i can help with that one,” he said, pointing at number 25, been undressed by member of preferred sex.

“why, yes you can. good thing you can read.”

he rolled his eyes. “tell me you’re wearing a bra under that shirt,” he begged.

“you really don’t want to see me shirtless?” i teased, this time tapping him on the nose.

“i don’t think you want me to see you shirtless,” lip replied, his eyes wide. “but maybe i’m wrong about you, princess.”

trying to disregard what that meant, i responded quick. “all you have to do is take my top off. quick and easy, and technically that’s undressing me.”

“whatever you say,” he said, sitting up and watching me with those perfect eyes. i watched as he softly tugged on the hem of my tank top, easily pulling it up and over my head. i let my hair fall back into place, and once i’d looked back up, lip was staring at me with an expression of utmost hunger.

he immediately looked away, apparently embarrassed to have been caught staring. “oh come on, lip. you’ve seen my body before.”

“i know, just,” he paused, considering his words carefully. “not like this.”

i blushed, rubbing my eyes to make it look like i’d made my face pink on purpose. i picked up my phone once again, finding my place. before lip could even say anything about number 30, i said, “i’m not giving you blue balls, so don’t even think about it.”

he looked scandalized. “i wasn’t even going to suggest that, princess. what little faith you have in me.”

i rolled my eyes, and handed him the phone. i moved down the couch and lay my head on his lap. “read them to me. i’ll tell you if i’ve done them.”

“had an orgasm due to someone else’s manipulation?” he asked.

“nope.”

“sent a sexually explicit text or instant message.”

“yes, actually.”

“dirty girl!” lip laughed. “who was the lucky recipient?”

“ugh, does it matter? obviously nothing came of it.”

“alright, alright. but what did you say?” he asked curiously.

i covered my eyes with my hand. “let’s just say it had something to do with a dream. and leave it at that.” i said, embarrassed.

“that gives me absolutely no information.” lip complained.

“that’s what you’re getting! check it off and move on.”

we had smooth sailing for a while, me giggling every time lip asked about anything sexual, us both knowing full well that i hadn’t done anything.

“used marijuana?” lip read.

“no,” i sighed for the hundredth time. instead of continuing, lip stopped.

he lowered the phone and gazed at me on his lap. “this i can help with.” he said confidently. “sit up a second?” he asked.

i did, gazing at him as he fumbled in his jeans pocket for something, finally pulling out an obviously self-rolled joint. “you’re gonna waste your weed on me?” i asked, and i meant it.

“not wasting anything,” he assured me, fishing around his other pocket for a lighter, which he soon retrieved. “i’ll show you.”

i watched him light the joint, watched the focus in his eyes, his fingers looking ever enticing doing something so nimble. he looked back up at me. “suck it in, but don’t inhale it. once it’s in your mouth, take a breath and let it go down.”

he demonstrated, putting the joint to his lips and slowly sucking in, letting it fill his mouth. he daintily took the joint out and took a deep, slow breath through his nose, easily inhaling the smoke. i watched him turn his head and blow it out the open window, ensuring no smoke waft in my room.

i was surely blushing, watching him do something he was so good at, but he payed no mind. “your turn,” he said, passing me the joint.

he nodded encouragingly, and repeated his instructions. “suck it in, just like that,” he said as i let the smoke fill my mouth. it was slightly sweet and incredibly strong. i couldn’t help it, i inhaled a tiny bit and started coughing up a storm. once i’d coughed up the rest of the smoke, i saw lip wasn’t making fun of me, but laughing and smiling. “first time’s always the hardest,” he assured me.

“i wanna try again,” i said boldly, putting the joint back up to my mouth.

“of course you’re trying again. i’m not leaving until you’ve successfully inhaled.”

i tried once more, sucking in the smoke slowly, letting the taste linger a little before taking a slow, deep breath, just as lip had, and feeling the fresh air mixed with the weed flood down my throat. i leaned over him and shakily exhaled out of the window, then turned back as he watched my proudly.

“and that’s how it’s done, ladies and gentlemen!” lip exclaimed, taking the joint back from me.

i made a mock bow and watched him gracefully take another hit. maybe it was the weed, or maybe i was just sick of waiting and watching him be perfect, but i said, “you know what i always wanted to try?”

“hm?” he inquired, flicking the joint so the ashes fell outside my window.

“shotgunning.” i held my breath, waiting for his response.

“then i absolutely must indulge,” lip confirmed, smiling wide. “come here,” he motioned for me to move closer to him. i did, my legs hanging across his lap as our faces drew ever nearer.

“you ready?” he asked. i nodded, eager beyond eager.

he slowly took a hit, inhaled, and moved closer to my face. his lips were less than a centimeter from mine, and i opened my mouth in anticipation. his unoccupied hand found the side of my head, and gripping my cheek, he opened his mouth and exhaled into my own, his eyes closed as if in pleasure.

i sucked in the smoke, pulling back from him, only to inhale and exhale right onto his face, watching his nose scrunch to prevent the smoke from traveling up his nostrils.

he opened his eyes, and finally said the words i’d been waiting to hear for years.

“can i kiss you?”

PART TWO click here

[talaok]

A one time thing

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

summary: Your ex-boyfriend Eddie invites you over totally innocently

Warnings: smut| cheating, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, praising, a bit of jealousy, and slight exhibitionism + pot smoking

a/n: I don't know if anyone's still thirsting over Eddie, but I started listening to this song again, and I immediately thought of him.

*for this story's purpose you gotta pretend cell phones existed in 1986 (and by for this story's purpose I just mean because I'm an absolute slut)*

The joint between his fingers was slowly burning out.

He hadn't had a hit in ten minutes as his mind was elsewhere, the sunny day outside his trailer's window remind him of you, of all those days with you, when you were the ones sitting beneath that big tree, smoking, laughing, and kissing together, not the kids he was now staring at.

He missed you, of course he missed you.

You were always there, in the back of his mind, your smile, your voice, your lips, all there, for him to revisit whenever he felt like it, and he always felt like it.

You had been a gift sent from heaven, he had always believed it, he didn't know what he had done to deserve someone like you, someone so sweet and kind and beautiful, while he was all the exact opposite, rough, mean, weird.

He didn't know how, but he had had you, all of you, not for long of course, things that beautiful never lasted long for Eddie, and after a few months, you had realized he wasn't who you should have been seeing, something he had known from the very beginning, and left.

Left physically, because, in his mind, you never did.

Every time he saw you at school, eating lunch with your good, respected friends, or walking in the hallway, even if your hand was intertwined with someone else's, with Jason's, his heart sped up, as memories flashed before his eyes.

You were too good for him, he knew,

But you also deserved better than Jason

Eddie had always hated him, since he first laid eyes on him.

He was the typical mindless jock who looked like a good boy enough for people to believe he actually was, but Eddie knew he wasn't.

He was a bully, a loser, and you deserved better.

He wasn't surprised when you got with him after the breakup, he had spent the whole time you were together buzzing around you, and it was natural you would have given in at one point, you were always too kind, and besides, Eddie liked to think you did it to forget, forget him, and all the things he couldn't give you any more.

So if anything, he pitied the poor guy, even though the tight grip of jealousy never really left him.

knowing that someone else was kissing you, touching you as he had... that still made something inside of him twitch, a spark ignited each time he pictured Jason's hand on your skin, staining your otherwise perfect body.

oh, your body,

there wasn't a night he didn't fall asleep picturing it, every little part of it, recalling how it felt to kiss it, worship it like you deserved, like he knew Jason wouldn't.

He missed you,

today more than ever,

not even the weed was able to get you off his mind, and he was going crazy.

He missed you,

even just your voice,

even just your laugh.

He could call you, he thought, it wasn't the first time he had considered it, but today he felt like it wasn't much of a want as much as a need.

He needed to hear you, even for just a second.

So he did, he called you, 

with the best intentions of course.

"Hello?"

"hey sweetheart"

"Hi Eddie"

Your voice was like oxygen to his lungs, even when clearly annoyed.

"aren't you happy to hear from me?"

You huffed "what is it, Eddie?"

"nothing" he shrugged, fiddling with the joint between his fingers "I just wanted to hear your voice"

"I miss you" he added

"well you've heard it now, is that all?"

cold, 

cold was fine, he knew he could turn it into hot

"what's the rush princess? Is your boyfriend picking you up with his daddy's car?"

"Maybe he is"

"well that's a shame," he said, a smile creeping on his lips as his gaze set on the yellow video cassette on the table "I just rented the Shining and I was wondering if you wanted to keep me company"

"I like that movie"

tick

he was in, and he knew it, the smug grin on his lips was the ultimate proof.

"I know you do" he spoke "And I also have this new weed I was waiting on trying..." (not true)

"Eddie..." you said, like a warning, a scold, like you knew what he was doing.

"What sweetheart? We could have fun"

"as friends you mean"

"of course" he nodded, not an ounce of sincerity in his words. 

You didn't speak

"I just want to see you, princess, that's all"

"I won't bite"

there was a moment of silence, and everything stilled.

"Do you have food?"

yes.

"I do, tons, I even have the chips you like"

"and the weed, is it good?"

"the best on the market they say" (he was going to hell no questions asked)

Silence again

"ok" you said thinly "I'm coving over" you said "as a friend"

He had to fight the urge to get up and jump from the excitement

"of course" he beamed "as a friend"

"I'll be waiting for you sweetheart"

__ __ __

He had cleaned, of course he had cleaned, 

He had thew all the clothes on his bed, chair, and floor in his wardrobe,

he had made his bed, 

he had opened the windows

and he had washed the dirty dishes from this morning,

This wasn't the first time you came over to his house, but still, he wanted to make a good impression,

He wanted nothing to go wrong,

he wanted to have you for as long as he could, however he could, however you'd let him.

Before he knew it, half an hour had passed, and you were knocking at his door.

"shit" he muttered, throwing a magazine he preferred to not have you see under his bed before rushing to open the door.

"Hi" he smiled,

he couldn't believe you were actually there

you,

beautiful as ever,

your face lighted by the sun and your pretty legs in full display with that skirt.

"hi" you answered, "can I come in?" you pretended not to notice his gaze drinking up every inch of your body.

"Of course sweetheart" he took a step back, gesturing for you to enter.

You did, looking around as he closed the door

"Did you clean just because I was coming?" you asked, sitting on the couch.

He laughed softly "I wanted to make a good impression"

you hummed, amused

"Did I?" he asked, sitting beside you

"I appreciate it" you granted him, and he smiled in contempt

"so how's it going?" he asked, leaning back on the couch, his arm on the top of it behind you.

"it's going fine"

"school, parents everything alright?"

You scowled at him

really? School?

"yes, everything alright"

"good" he nodded "and what about..." he creased his forehead as he thought hard "what's his name? J-J something..."

you shot another dirty look his way "Jason. you know his name"

"must have slipped my mind, but how's it going with him?"

"It's going well, he's great"

"Great," he repeated "wow"

"that good?"

"yes," you said, "he actually brings me on dates you know?"

"I did too"

"Going to the woods to smoke doesn't count"

 "why not?"

"because it doesn't," you said "he brings me to restaurants"

"ah" he hummed "he's fancy"

"and where is he now?"

He noticed you gulp

"he's with his friends"

"why aren't you there?"

"I didn't feel like it"

"why?"

"Eddie..."

"what? I'm just asking a question"

"I don't like them very much"

He smiled, he already knew that.

"and so you came here" he bit down a grin.

"to watch a movie" you reminded him

"of course" he nodded "to watch a movie with your ex-boyfriend, while your boyfriend is with his friends"

You rolled your eyes "would you rather I go?"

"no" he stopped you immediately "don't"

"I just think Jason's really stupid"

You sighed "whatever Eddie, could you put this movie on before I change my mind please?"

"sure thing sweetheart," he said, doing just that and coming back to the couch

His hand reached to the left and took the joint he had pre-rolled from the table.

"wanna light it up now or later?"

"now's fine" you shrugged, not paying attention as the movie started. 

You heard the lighter's click and then the soft burn of the joint's tip.

You turned and watched as he took a hit, his lips wrapping delicately around the bottom and his chest inflating slowly as it filled with smoke.

He exhaled, and you bit your lip, waiting for your turn.

It had been a while,

after you stopped seeing Eddie weed became more and more infrequent.

"here," he said extending the joint to you.

You took it, and slowly did what he had just done, feeling his eyes on you the whole time.

You couldn't help but smile as you exhaled deeply, the familiar feeling already spreading through your body.

Fuck you'd missed this.

"Like it?" he asked

"yes" you chuckled, taking another hit "It's been a while"

"Jason's not much of a pothead is he?"

"no" you laughed softly "he's not"

"says it's a gateway drug and one of the devil lures or some shit"

Eddie chuckled "of course"

You passed him the joint as you got comfortable again.

He spread his legs wider as he took another hit, and just then, you noticed you had gotten closer.

"So Jason..."

"why are we still talking about him?" 

"I'm curious" he cocked an eyebrow "he's got my girl after all"

"I'm not your girl"

He just smirked at that

"So he isn't that great after all"

"I can look past the weed Eddie"

"mh" he hummed "that's the only thing you don't like about him?"

Your eyes fell for a second and he had to hold back a smile so wide it probably would have reached his ears.

"yes"

"tell me the truth"

"why?"

"Because I wanna know"

"You want to see if you're better than him?"

"I know I'm better than him"

You scoffed "what makes you so sure?"

"I know the type"

You frowned, and he leaned closer to pass you the joint but never leaned away.

"the preppy good boy type" he explained "they bring you to restaurants, give you roses and bury you with gifts, they make you come to all their games and to each party after" 

You took a quick hit and passed the joint back, but he didn't even look at it as he placed it in the ashtray, his eyes never leaving yours.

"they're respected, they're good, they've never failed a year or got in trouble with the law" 

you didn't know if you were imagining it, but his voice seemed to have become lower, warmer

"they're perfect, they're perfect until you realize how boring they actually are"

You rolled your eyes

"Not until you try to talk to them and all they can speak about is basketball and school" he continued "not until you take your clothes off and they can't even put it inside before they've already cummed in their pants"

you scowled at him 

"tell me it isn't true" he challenged "tell me you have great conversations with him," he said "tell me he can make you cum y/n"

his words were like poison and his hands like knives as one of them came to rest on your thigh 

"c'mon tell me, sweetheart"

"Eddie..."

"I'm just saying princess" his hand started moving upwards, and you swallowed thickly "he might look good on paper"

"but he's not enough for you" his hand reached the hem of your skirt and passed it without a care.

"And you are?" you provoked him.

"oh no baby" he murmured, and as his breath hit your mouth you realized how close he actually was "but at least I can make you cum" 

and just like that, he kissed you, really kissed you.

his hand found the back of your head to force it closer to yours, as his other hand gripped your thigh tighter.

He felt the same, tasted the same, and even after all this time, your body's reaction was still the same.

Each molecule of your being jumping and bursting like a bubble.

"Eddie" you whimpered, as he leaned away

"Eddie this is wrong" you tried convincing yourself more than him, as he started kissing your neck.

"Why?" he asked, not stopping the hot trail of kisses on your skin.

"He's still my boyfriend"

"he doesn't deserve you" 

"He's nice" you breathed

"he's a douche" he stated, as his hands traveled to your waist "let me remind you how good I can make you feel" 

"how a woman like you should be treated" he murmured, his hands infiltrating underneath your shirt.

"Eddie-"

" Y/n-" he stopped to look at you "stop thinking about him," he said "he's nothing, he's nothing compared to you"

Your eyes danced all over his face, getting lost in his lust-filled pupils "this won't happen again ok?" you said "it's a one-time thing"

"of course" he grinned, kissing you "whatever you want princess" he assured, reaching for your shirt and pulling it off of you.

He groaned lowly once he saw you, after all this time, you still had the same effect on him( and on the bulge in his pants)

"god you're beautiful" he groaned, leaning down to kiss you all over, his hand squeezing and groping your boobs through the bra's lace.

you moaned faintly, as you closed your eyes, already lost in the pleasure.

His kisses lowered until you felt him shuffle, and once you opened your eyes, you found him kneeling in front of you.

You had to bite down a moan at the sight. He looked starved.

"I need to taste you sweetheart" he murmured, reaching for your skirt " I hope you won't mind" he smirked smugly, knowing just how much you didn't mind at all, as he pulled your skirt and panties off of you.

"fuck" he hissed hypnotized by the sigh in front of you 

"you're perfect baby" he breathed, not giving you the time to register it before diving in.

He licked your pussy fully a few times before he started focusing on your clit, his nose hitting your cunt with each movement.

"fu-fuck Eddie" you could only moan as your hand went to grip his hair.

His mouth only got intenser and more precise and your moans higher each time.

He was looking at you from below, his eyes glued to every expression, contortion your face created.

Just when you thought things couldn't get better you felt one of his fingers graze your entrance, and Eddie chuckled softly as he heard you whine, his voice's vibrations spreading through you like an electric wave.

he pushed a digit in and you could only arch your back, grinding against his face.

"fuck" you mumbled again

fuck if he knew what he was doing.

Your cries kept getting louder as little shocks of pleasure kept coursing through you, so loud in fact, you almost didn't hear your phone ring.

You gasped from the scare, and Eddie stopped, looking at you as you reached into your bag and pulled your phone out.

Shit

"It's him," you said, somewhat scared

"Answer"

You looked at him worriedly 

"answer sweetheart, you don't want him to worry, do you?"

You gulped, nodding, he was right.

"Hey baby" you cringed, having just said that when another man was in between your legs.

"hey love, how're you doing?"

"I'm fine," you said, trying to sound convincing as your voice weakened "How-" you had to stop as Eddie licked your clit, you looked at him wide-eyed and he just smiled, before he dove in again.

You put the phone on your chest to cover the noise as your head fell back from the ecstasy.

"y/n?" you heard Jason call for you

right. Shit.

You forced yourself up and used one hand to try and push Eddie off, but he was immovable.

"yes yes, sorry" you cleared your throat, hiding the moan creeping up your throat "H-How are you doing?"

"I'm great, me and the boys had a great time, you should have been there, Marcus had this..." his voice got muffled as your focus got stolen from Eddie's tongue dancing so perfectly on your clit, and his finger curling and moving in and out of you like a perfect melody.

You once again smashed your phone against your chest to not let Jason hear as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten.

"eddie" you whispered, as the hand that moments before was trying to push him away, desperately grasped his hair now.

"Y/n are you listening to me?"

shit

"yes-yes I am baby" you reassured him, "I'm sorry I'm just-" you bit your lip so hard you could taste metal as Eddie worked his magic "I'm busy right now"

"yeah you are" Eddie chuckled, and you smacked his hand on your waist, scolding him.

He just looked amusedly at you before making you regret having done that once he pushed another finger in.

You gasped

"Everything alright?" Jason again. Hadn't he hung up?

"yes baby- yes I gotta go now, bye"

"ok b-" 

you hung up, and an animalistic moan fled your mouth the moment you could finally set it free.

"fuck I'm coming Eds," you said, as he pumped his fingers in and out of you faster "I'm coming" you whimpered, feeling ready to give in.

"Cum sweetheart" he encouraged "cum for me" 

And with that, you did, grinding against him as you let out a long and deep moan.

It had been a while since you had felt this good.

Eddie was right, jason couldn't do this.

"shit" you sighed, catching your breath

"still taste better than anything baby" he smiled, leaning up to kiss you "wanna go to my room?" 

"yes" you said, and he didn't waste time before taking you in his arms, making you squeak as you grabbed onto him until he placed you on his bed.

He closed the door and immediately took off his shirt before coming back to you.

He kissed you again as his quick fingers worked fast on your bra to unclasp it.

he leaned away and took in all of you with a smile before he quickly undid his belt and got rid of his pants and boxers.

 "I've missed you so much sweetheart" he cooed caressing your legs and helping them around his waist "this body..." he bit his lip, stoking your stomach "it's a piece of art princess"

You could feel his hard cock graze your entrance and you wined as you tried to move against it for some friction.

He chuckled "It's coming don't worry" he reassured you "you know I can't deny you anything," he said, as he finally took his cock in his hand and positioned it where you wanted.

He looked at you one more time "fuck you're perfect" he murmured before with one swift move, he thrust in.

"Fuck!" you basically shouted, as you gripped his arm.

He was so deep inside of you you could feel it everywhere, messing every part of you up.

"god, sweetheart" he groaned too, starting to move "I've missed you" he breathed, beginning to speed up "I've missed this pussy so much" he talked over your pathetic whines "missed the way it squeezes me so good," he said "like it's made for me" 

"like you're made for me"

You could feel every inch of his cock graze against your walls, and your brain had already reduced to a sloppy mush.

"Eddie" you whimpered, reaching for him, begging him to come closer.

he did, he leaned down and kissed you, drowning out your moans.

"what sweetheart?" he cooed "you like this too much?"

"is it too good?"

his thrusts hadn't slowed down even one bit, and you couldn't even talk, so you just nodded pathetically.

"you're not used to feeling this good anymore?"

another nod, as your nail, dug into his back.

"Jason can't fuck you this good?" he asked, and you shook your head desperately

"he can't make you cum?"

another no

"Tell me, sweetheart, use your voice" he urged, suddenly grabbing your waist and pushing himself deeper.

"n-no" you cried "he doesn't"

He grinned, proud, before he kissed you 

"And who can make you cum?"

"who's the only one that can make you feel good?"

"who does this pussy belong to princess?"

There was sweat on his forehead, and his hair was sticking to it, but he didn't care, his hips kept working like his life depended on it.

"y-you " you stuttered "you Eddie"

"It's all yours"

You were so close you could feel it, could feel the bubble in your belly ready to pop.

"I'm all yours Eddie please"

"please" you murmured almost inaudibly

"you're coming sweetheart?"

"yes" you breathed

"then cum baby" 

"I'm right behind you"

"squeeze me like you do"

"cum around my cock princess"

"yes-yes just like that baby”

"good girl"

"So good for me"

[jqhotchner]

beauty and the freak

ch.2

when everyone was asleep eddie made it his mission to stay up. he knew you would still be up on your phone scrolling through instagram.

he would wait for you to go downstairs before making his own move. when he heard your bedroom door open he waited patiently before sneaking out of the guest bedroom and heading downstairs himself.

he smirks, you turned away from him. he creeps behind you and gently whispers in your ear. “so, heard you thought i was good in bed princess.”

your whole entire body stilled. you weren’t scared, you were however startled. eddie gently kissed your shoulder.

“i could show you just how good i am. would you like that baby?” he whispers in your ear. he loved seeing you squirm a bit. it was a turn on for him. knowing he had this affect on you with just barely touching you.

“come on baby, don’t get all shy on me now. tell me if you want me to show you? tell me what you want exactly princess?”

you turned your body. he was so close to you, so beautiful, so sexy! you could never understand how people didn’t find him absolutely attractive. he had the whole nerdy bad boy exterior going on, he was in a band, and he was the kindest guy you’ve known. eddie was the kind of guy girls should go after.

you knew he’d treat you right. showing you off and giving you princess treatment, like you deserved! making you feel loved and appreciated. but when doors were closed he’d fuck you like you were just his personal fuck toy. that’s the man you wanted—needed!

“we—what about my friends? what about steve?”

eddie smirks once more. he gently wraps his hands around your neck, squeezing the sides of it. you moan just from the feeling.

“gonna fuck you nice and slow tonight, then, next time, ill fuck you hard and rough. make sure everyone knows you’re mine!”

and he did just that. he made you cum a total of three times that night. the next day he took you to his place and fucked you until your knees gave out.

from that moment the two of you dated in hiding. it was eddies idea. he wasn’t ashamed of you and knew you weren’t ashamed of him. eddie was just the kind of guy that didn’t like people in his personal business.

but after three months of dating you wanted everyone to know. this caused a lot of arguments between the two of you!

you wouldn’t tell him but you secretly liked fighting! afterwards he’d put you back in your place! making sure you knew better than to talk to him like that.

“don’t you ever speak to me like that again! understand?!” and you did. but it didn’t stop you from doing it over and over and over again.

eddie was the only man that could tame you. hell, he was the only person that could keep you in check! everyone else got bitchy, grouchy, bratty yn. he loved that.

it’s why he was ready for people to know. after four months he was ready to tell his friends about you.

they were starting to know a change in his behavior. constantly asking him questions. he was getting sick of it!

he also hated seeing other guys flirt with you during lunch. jason and his dumbass crew trying to get their paws on you. it angered him to no end.

sometimes you’d play along. he knew you were just trying to make him jealous! he just couldn’t help it though.

eddie knew you were the hottest girl in this school. but that doesn’t give others the right to touch something that didn’t belong to them, and you belonged to him! every inch of your beautiful body belonged to him.

and the night he decided enough was enough was when some jock named tim was a little too close to you for his liking. whispering something he sure was stupid in your ear.

when he saw you staring you played along, giggling at him. he could tell it was one of your fake laughs.

gareth was currently going on about something. he didn’t even pretend to listen to him. his anger, possessiveness, and jealousy was getting the better of him.

“eds, are you even listening?”

right at that moment is when tim thought it was a good idea to kiss your cheek. eddie stood up, walking towards your table.

jason stood in his way. “what are you doing here, freak?!”

eddie pushes him out the way and grabs your arm. the whole table looks at him as if he just murdered you in front of everyone.

“get your paws off her psycho?!”

eddie smirks. he turns you around to face all of your friends. “wanna tell em? tell him how your fantasy came true, huh? or should i just fuck you right here in front of the whole school?”

you didn’t break eye contact with your group of friends. smiling because you finally got him jealous enough to tell the whole school you were dating.

“maybe you should. show them who i belong to, babe!” and he did. spinning you around once more and kissing you like his life depended on it.

when you both finally pulled away to catch your breath he whispers in your ear to go sit back down with a promise of a punishment later.

he looks at jason and the other dumb fucks who follow him around before speaking. “if i see any of you goons touching my property, i will not hesitate to fuck you up. that goes for the rest of you fucktards in this school. yn belongs to me!”

you couldn’t help but smirk. the rest of that day was filled with questions. mostly asking you why you’d fuck the freak. but your answer was simply the same each time,

“why not?!”

from then on everyone left it alone. and as a year goes by, you and eddie’s relationship remains strong and still a mystery to the whole school population.

alright the first two chapters were just an introduction to their relationship. now we get on with their dynamic!!!

im excited to write this one.

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[cocteaucherry]

slowburn ༺

summary- slow burn with Nanami

cws- slow burn, tooth rotting fluff, suggestive comments, Nanami x reader, wing man gojo vry brief.

a/n-(inspired by slow burn by infinity song, I recommend listening to it while reading :3

Nanami knew it was stupid to wait for someone

Even more stupid if it was juvenile love

But he was waiting for you.

He wishes he could grow the balls to ask you out after all it’s been how many years , you two could qualify as a married couple with how your routines collide.

Every morning he would walk with you to the subway station, you both got off at the same station going your separate ways for work. He did corporate work, you worked as a pediatrician, you both went to lunch and he’d always bring a singular rose.

He’d walk you home first wishing you goodnight and giving you a hug, once your front door shut his fingers would rub each other relishing in the lasting touch of your soft skin. Even though he had already said goodnight he’d send another one.

kento: goodnight sweetheart, get good rest I’ll see you tomorrow morning ❤️

Sweetheart was a nickname he had given you, something innocent you thought but did you want something innocent?

Nanami had grown love sick, he had also grown insecure, after all these years, would you want him? He hadn’t even had his first kiss or first time yet would you want someone experienced? Then he bought himself back to reality, you were a sweetheart (while petty at times) you weren’t shallow.

Even after all these years your old friends were growing irritated with your years long slow burn, Satoru especially.

“I’ve never been this invested in someone’s life go more than twenty minutes, this is just torture y/n-“

“Well then butt out Satoru.” You huffed crossing your arms.

“I can’t, seeing you both dance around each other and not make moves is awful- you’re both oblivious.”

“Well! If you’re so smart, help me Satoru.”

He sighed lifting his blindfold to rub his eyes, “Ever thought of just asking him out like a normal person?”

“Kento is so much more than a normal person.. I want it to be special.”

Satoru rolled his eyes with a grin, “Well Nanami probably hasn’t had his first kiss which means..-“ he started chuckling looking at you.

“Satoru-“

“I’m just sayin-“

“Satoru please.”

“Be his first good fuc-“ he was cut off by your phone coming in contact with his infinity causing the screen to crack, “Ouhhh.. good luck with that.”

You groaned loudly picking up your phone, great another thing to fix.

It was a Friday evening, it was heavily raining and you and Nanami were taking shelter under the awning of a shop. “I think we should try it tomorrow. It sounds great.” You grinned.

“Really? As cute as a cat cafe sounds it doesn’t sound hygienic,” he hummed.

“Ehh, but it sounds cute.”

“Anything is cute to you.” A smile tugged at his lips as he pulled out an umbrella handing it to you.

“Kento come on, I really don’t need it!” You tucked your hands in your pockets as you glared at his tired eyes.

“I’m making sure you don’t get a cold, your job is basically being a doctor anyway, horrible way to promote business.”

“Orrr, we can just share the umbrella, I’ll just stand close!”

“W-Whatever works for you.”

Huh he stuttered and must be cold.

Your arms found Nanami clinging closely to him, his hands shaking as he opened the umbrella. “Let’s get going.” He smiled a shade of pink creeping up his neck.

The walk was possibly the calmest scenic walk of your life, the rain pattering around the umbrella as you cling tightly to the blonde man’s arm.

Nanami was cracking. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, your soft touches, your voice, the way you say his name. He wanted to rip his face off from the absolute childish behavior he exhibited towards you.

Once he made it towards your very familiar walkway Nanami didn’t wanna let go, his arm tightening around your hand. “Well I’ll see you tomorrow Kento!”

No no no, he couldn’t stand watching you walk away again he watched you walk away approximately 4,380 days.

Just as you slipped from his grip, a tight hold was bound on your wrist, you turned around frantically to stare at Kento as he gazed at you, his stoic expression replaced with a worried one.

“Y/N please let me speak to you.”

You stood still gripping your coat sleeve tightly hoping this was what you were expecting, “I’m all ears.”

“As you know.. I’m not good at expressing emotions but I've been deeply enamored with you since the day I saw you.”

You couldn’t help the smile, a small giggle that came out your mouth, you saw his demeanor shrink and you immediately shook your head. “No no no! It was just your word choice! No one has ever said that to me.”

Nanami’s hand lightly gripped yours as he continued, “It’s about time someone had, and I wanna be the first.. The truth is, I want to be with you everywhere, I want to date, to marry, to grow old with you.. I want us to have unforgettable experiences-“ he was cut off by a pair of lips on his, you had made a move.

His calloused hands wrapped around your waist forgetting the umbrella and this being both of yours first kiss it was mostly teeth. When you pulled away the soft assault of raindrops dropping into your hair made you smile, “I want that too Kento..”

“Just wish you had told me earlier before I had my first kiss at twenty-six.” you playfully smacked his chest.

[tokyoyumeeee]

Thank the stars

!forgetting to say “i love you” back

featuring: dottore, ayato

tags: suggestive, fluff, gn reader

DOTTORE you straightened the doctor’s coat before lightly dusting it. “alright, remember to drink water and please for the last time, eat all of the food i pack you,” you told him sternly. he grumbled on about something that sounded like “you’re not my mom” although he seemed unhappy about it, you knew that he didn’t mean it. “i might be home earlier today, no promises though,” dottore added, before turning to leave. “alright! have a good day at work!” you called to the cyan haired man. he frowned. no goodbye kiss? no “i love you”? how was he supposed to continue on with his day when two of the most important pieces of his daily routine were missing?!

sure, he wasn’t the most expressive husband, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t love you. “did something happen?” he asked, slowly turning around to face you again. you raised a brow at him. “no? why?” you knew exactly what you were doing. as you held eye contact with the red-eyed man, you tried your best to hold in your laughter. it was inconceivable that a mad genius like dottore, would fall for such a childish prank. 

dottore opened his mouth as if he were about to answer then pursed his lips into a thin line. his brows furrowed as if he were trying to think of a way to convey what he wanted without sounding clingy or feeling embarrassed. “never mind...” he groaned. you burst out laughing, before planting a few kisses on his cheek. “i love you, have a good day at work dottore,” 

his frown deepened as he pulled you closer to his side. 

“that wasn’t even funny,” he grunted.

AYATO “i’ll be heading out now. remember if you ever need anything you can just ask thom-” you cut ayato off before he could finish. “i can ask thoma, yes i know. you tell me every morning,” he cracked a small smile. “right. ill be back for lunch. ‘love you,” he pulled you in by the waist and pressed a kiss to your forehead. his posh and refined cologne melted you into his touch. the gentle aroma of vanilla and lavender surrounded you. you almost felt bad for what you were about it, but seeing his reaction was worth it. your eyes glinted mischievously as you carried out your prank. “alright, see you,” you beamed, pulling away from him.  he raised a brow, not responding to you. it was odd that you would forget to say “i love you” back to him. was this a new game of yours? or had he done something wrong? possibilities ran through the yashiro commissioner’s head as he stood there blankly staring at you. “uhh ayato? don’t you have a meeting to attend?” you tried to keep your face concerned rather than amused as you spoke. although you weren’t a masochist and loved ayato to bits, it was absolutely hilarious watching the normally calm and aware yashiro commissioner blank out wondering why his partner won’t say “i love you back”

he stood there for a few more seconds, and your amusement started to turn into genuine concern that he would miss his meeting. “ayato please wake up. you’re going to be late,” you lightly tapped his shoulder. he didn’t move, his expression remained unreadable as he stood like a statue. “it was a prank ayato! please go to your meeting!” you blurted out, panic starting to creep onto you, as his appointed meeting time began drawing nearer.

ayato’s reaction was not what you expected. he smirked. “so you finally admit it?” he teased. you were confused, bewildered, and shocked. “what on earth do you mean?! i just thought it would be funny to play a harmless prank on you, i didn’t think it would delay your schedule...” “i knew it was a prank, i just wanted you to admit it yourself,” he smiled. “i’ll be sure to punish you when i get home for wasting my time,” he lowered his voice, gently pulling you closer to him by your chin.

“my time is precious and wasting it won’t go unpunished,”

[neverchecking]

i really like your writing!! omg!! may i please request some nsfw with soft yandere four?? preferably like an unexpected sexual advance from reader and four is just kinda like "omg .... my goddess... touching me... what is happening" like brain mush sorta like the hyrule fic lol

take your time and drink lots of water!

You absolutely can! So, Four is one of the Links that I'm not too too confident writing about, but I can't get better if I don't do it!

Sidebar; Yall went feral over that Hyrule fic and I just adore it.

Drink all your water too, Darling!

(If you saw something earlier, no you didn't.)

Smut, so 18+ MDNI!

Smut CW: AFAB! Reader, Mutual Masturbation, Hand jobs, fingering, gentle praise, soft sleepy sex.

Handling the Heat

He did not have the Triforce of Courage.

He never wielded the Master Sword.

But he did have something the others did not. Something that made him eternally grateful

The Minish were dastardly little devils under the guise of angelic little mice, scampering and hiding away from plain sight. They were fast little things, keen and deceptively deceiving, never truly giving themselves away unless they absolutely wanted to.

But they knew Four relied on them never showing themselves to you, unless he was there. They were his eyes when he could not be there. They saw things. They heard things. They knew about every little secret you tried shoving away. And then they told him. Because he was the only one with more than a single braincell in this goddess forsaken group. The only one who could be tasked with your care.

You had a way of making the smattering of voices and emotions in his head settle. Like an eye in a storm that howled like no other. Like a settle in an earth quake where the tectonic plates just want to crash against each other. Like a soothing balm on a burn that he had long since allowed to fester with an angry sizzle.

And he just could not let you go. He couldn't! So, he may have included the help of the Minish. That's not illegal. You don't even know about it! So what harm is it really?

He didn't see any harm in it! It kept you safe and his nerves at ease. The colors all agreed it was for the best, and at that point it was majority rules.

Who was he to disagree?

No one, that's who.

Closing the door to the inn room, he let a small smile creep onto his features. They had a protocol for Inns, since there was ten of them and there was very rarely ever an inn that had ten individual rooms, where they all paired up (Sometimes even split into threes or fours) and took a bed/room/whatever was available. Four ensured that he was the only one you trusted enough to share with. It got him close to you and forged such a strong bond between you two that it made his heart positively flutter. The feeling of your skin, warm to the touch, against his; the comforting rhythm of your breathing, steady and consistent, just the way he liked it; your weight ever grounding as you slept soundly and peacefully on his chest. All of it just drove him positively crazy. In the best way, of course.

You were laying in bed, blanket pulled to your chin with your hair splayed behind you like a halo. He had stayed up with Wars, Time and Twilight doing some strategy run throughs and he had sent you to bed a while ago. He was glad to see you so relaxed. You didn't deserve the stress this life brought. You deserved so much better. So much more than what that disgrace of a stand-in gave you in your life.

The though of Hylia and the hand she dealt you made him snarl to himself before it was falling into a soft, serene smile at a small sound you made. He stripped out of his outer tunic and armor, into his undershirt and a soft pair of shorts before climbing in next to you. You perfect features scrunched gently at the intrusion of the cold air when he opened your nest of blankets, which he quickly soothed with a gently brush along your cheek. He settled right beside you, only for his breath to catch in his throat at the sight of your dazzling eyes peeking open and staring at him.

He swallowed at the sight of your precious bedhead and positively adorable, sleepy, little pout. "Did I wake you?"

You gently shook your head, moving to burrow into his chest. Your hands grasped at his tunic as you took a dep inhale before relaxing against him. "No."

Thank the golden three.

"Why are you awake, my jewel?" He gently asked, brushing through your hair. You moved a bit before sitting up just enough to stare down at him, brushing his bangs (Which now hung freely without his hair band holding them back) behind his ears. Your touch was every bit electrifying as it was soothing.

"Couldn't sleep." You couldn't sleep? Now that just wouldn't do. What did he need to do to sooth your aches? Your fears and your anxieties? Anything, you just need to tell him.

"Something keeping you up?"

You moved again. Only this time, you gently moved one of your lean legs over his hips, settling it on the other side of his hips as you straddled him. Your hands laid on his chest, fingers splayed across his pecs as one of the straps of the tank top you wore to bed slid down your shoulder.

He swallowed harshly, face lighting up in a pure crimson. Not that you could see in the limited light. He could see you though. Nothing but drowsy lust and fatigued seduction as the moonlight highlighted your very being.

He almost feared he was dreaming again.

He didn't even know what to do with his hands at this point, holding them uselessly just over your thighs.

Then you nodded, one hand moving to the hem of your shirt, disappearing under the fabric that hid your core from him. He sucked in a harsh breath when your forearm caught the fabric, raising it with your movements as your fingers gently flossed between your labia lips. You weren't wearing any bottoms, at all, and your fingers shined in the limited light.

He swallowed again, aching to replace your fingers with his own, hell even with his face, but his brain had short circuited. Fried. Crashed. Those braincells just flew straight out the window as he practically drooled at the image over top of him. His hips bucked minutely before he righted himself.

"You could say that." You hummed, head rolling back as your fingers moved to circle your clit before pulling away as your shirt fell back. The hand that remained on his chest moved to settle right beside his head, handling your weight as you gently pulled the band of his pants down just enough for his cock to bounce out. It dripped onto his stomach, eagerly awaiting attention as his breath caught.

You licked your lips, settling back onto his thighs as your deft fingers wrapped around him. He hissed at the sensation, bucking into your palm. You lips upturned into a devious smirk, gently tightening your grip before you began to pick up a steady rhythm. He groaned, ears pinning to his head as every nerve jolted in excitement.

The adrenaline seemed to kickstart his brain again as one of his hands landed on one of your thighs, the other creeping up to your naval. Your movements halted for a fraction of a second. He took the initiative, fingers copying your earlier movements.

Your entire body shivered above him, but you continued your pace, dragging up and down deliciously. Even as his thumb padded in a steady circle around your clit, you remained so. Until he angled his hand to prod his middle finger against your opening. You shuddered once more, only this time you let out a harmonious whine, back arching into him. "Goddess, Four-" You gently gasped, speed picking up. Your thumb gently circled the head of his cock before swiping over the top of it, smoothing pre-cum up and down his shaft to ease the motions. He whined and withered underneath of you, easing a second finger into your cunt. Your own slick dripped down his fingers and onto his palms as your own noises echoed out, ringing in his ears like a symphony.

At some point your eyes had closed, but when he looked up, they were open and looking right at him as you slowly moved to lean on his chest. His fingers never stopped, matching your own bobbing hand. "You are so gorgeous, Link."

He keened, something high and pretty, as pure euphoria ran through his veins in a hot flash. It was too quick and too unpredictable for him to mitigate, a moan leaving his lips as hot white streaks painted both his torso and your own. His fingers never stopped though and it seemed his own wonton noises sent you over as you shook and twitched above him. Your breaths came in hot pants against his cheeks as he felt like his entire soul just ascended. The only reminder that this was real and that just happened being the mixed fluids cooling on his chest.

Maybe this was why you didn't mind sharing a room with him.

[makethatelevenrings]

Just a Name // D. Grayson x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: smoking, vague mentions of domestic abuse, my final szn brain being absolutely fried and I wrote trash sorry this is a steaming pile of shit and im mad at myself lol

Summary: Your ex is in Bludhaven. Dick ensures you never have to see fear him again.

It was a terrible habit, really, but it was comforting in the worst way possible.

You stood on the top of your apartment building and looked out at the buzzing city below you. Millions of people went about living their lives with no knowledge of you and the plight you were in. Millions of people simply didn’t care.

But as you inhaled another drag of your cigarette, the near silent thud of boots landing on the rooftop behind you reminded you that in a sea of a million people, one person would always remain.

“What’s wrong?” Dick asked. You shrugged and offered him your cigarette. He gave you a funny look, took it from you, and then crushed it under his boot.

“What makes you think something’s wrong?” You sighed and settled your chin on your forearms. Dick settled in beside you, his lithe form shielding you from the wind. He hummed absentmindedly and you tilted your head to the side to look at him.

“You only smoke when you’re really stressed,” he observed. “What is it?”

Anger and nicotine coursed through your veins and you shook your head. “It’s nothing, Grayson.”

A heavy hand landed on your shoulder and you flinched under his touch. Dick immediately yanked his hand back as though he had burned himself on your fear. Two years. Two years of knowing him and he could count on one hand the amount of times you had been scared of him, even when you found out that he was a escrima-toting vigilante with a serious anger streak.

“Please.” His voice didn’t break, but fuck, was it close. You shut your eyes and then sucked in a sharp, unsettled breath.

“Did I ever tell you what brought me to Bludhaven?”

“Yeah, that one asshole. Your ex.” He ground down on his back molars at the thought of the guy that had you running scared to his city.

“Well, he’s in town.” The words spilling out of your mouth made it that much more real and it killed you to admit it. This place of safety, despite the constant violent crime, was now threatened by his mere presence. You knew he was here because he texted you. How he got your number, you don’t know. But that meant he was on the hunt and you…you were merely prey.

Fear that you hadn’t felt for years was creeping into your chest and swallowing you whole. You could feel yourself shrinking under your shame, fear, and grief. Dick took a measured step forward, but made no effort to reach out to you.

“I need a name,” he murmured. You could hear the barely repressed anger on the edge of his voice. Your head raised and you met his eyes, hard and cold and entirely focused on you.

“Dick…” you breathed.

“You and I both know that I can find out what I need with one call to Oracle. This city is your home and Bludhaven is under my protection, which means this is my job. I won’t let you live in fear. Not anymore. Do you understand me?”

A rush of emotion flooded your chest and you shut your eyes to keep the tears at bay. You stepped closer, pressing against his chest, and wrapped your arms around his neck. You trembled with muted sobs and he buried his face against your neck.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, baby. Okay?”

You whispered two words. The name that haunted you. Dick stepped back, placed a kiss on your forehead, and then climbed over the railing and disappeared into the night.

He returned to you when the early dawn light began to creep up onto the horizon. The window slid open and you met him just as his foot stepped onto the floor. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks as he stood to his full height. Blood marred his knuckles and he kept his hands hovering at your sides. He always refused to touch you until he took a shower, but you didn’t care.

“He won’t be bothering you ever again. I promise.”

You didn’t ask. You knew better than to ask. You just wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him flush against you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

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A Kiss to Study ~ *Sebek Zigvolt*

Summary: Sebek doesn't have time to tutor, as he has his own studies, the equestrian club, and taking care of Malleus. But when you give him a tantalizing proposal, he can't help but consider it.

Pairing: Sebek Zigvolt X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 740

Warning: teasing and romantic tension

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel @savanaclaw1996 @goseew

Sebek Zigvolt had no idea what was about to hit him. It was just a normal day at NRC, like any other. It didn’t foretell any of the trouble that would soon befall him.

One minute he was on his way to his room.

The next he was practically pinned against the wall.

You were staring him down, one hand next to his head, effectively caging him in. He swallowed thickly at your actions. Your very presence was intimidating yet it stirred to life the butterflies in his stomach. The same butterflies that have confused him for the past month.

Did he have a crush on you? Who’s to say? He had never had feelings like this before. Sure he was absolutely obsessed with Malleus, but this felt different. And with you staring at him like that, those different feelings were getting harder to ignore. Either way, Sebek found that he was at a loss for words.

“Where are you going?”

“To-to my room.” He breathed.

You hummed, eyes scanning his face up and down, even glancing at the dark blush that was slowly creeping up his neck. He was frozen solid under your gaze. It felt as if he made one wrong move and he’d regret it.

“Why?”

“I need to study.” He tried not to make it sound so pathetic. It felt like that would be the wrong move to make.

“All by yourself?”

“Yes, of course.”

Sebek was honestly a little impressed that he was keeping his voice so steady as his heart beat erratically in his chest. To him, he sounded more confident than he felt. But he wasn’t sure if you thought the same.

“I see.” He shivered as your fingers traced his jawline. Your touch was so soft. He almost whimpered, but he swallowed it quickly. “You know, I am falling behind in Enigmics and you’re one of the best in the class. Maybe you could give me a few pointers?”

Now, if you were asking him any other way than you were right now, he would have dismissed the opportunity. It was no concern of his how you were doing in your studies. He was busy with his own work, attending to Malleus, and being a part of the equestrian club. There was no time to help a fellow classmate with their own schoolwork. Even if he did feel a strong attraction to you.

However, this wasn’t a usual request. You had deliberately cornered him and were using his attraction against him. His mind was slow to catch up with the words you were saying and what he would be agreeing to if he said yes. And he really wanted to say yes to you right now.

“Oh?”

You nodded, dragging your thumb over his bottom lip now and leaning in closer. “Like I said, you’re at the top of the class for Enigmics.”

With your lips only a breath away from his, Sebek found himself leaning in. This was crazy. He knew how crazy he was being. Just because someone attractive was showing him attention did not mean he needed to give in to his desires. However, his brain was still slow. He had yet to catch himself falling for you.

You pulled away. “But, surprisingly, Ace is pretty good at Enigmics as well. So, if you’re so insistent on studying by yourself, I’ll go ask him for some help.”

Sebek stood there, still leaned in as if he was about to kiss you. However, his brain finally caught up to him. His stomach flipped over and his hands felt clammy. Even though his emotions were all over the place, one thought was clear: he couldn’t let this golden opportunity to study his odd feelings for you slip away.

“Wait!” He called out.

You paused, arching an eyebrow. “Yes?”

He hesitated, which surprised him, but he didn’t show it. “If you would like to study with me, you may. I do not mind having a study companion. That is, provided you are earnest in your studying.”

A smile graced your face and he almost melted. Almost. “Are you sure?”

Sebek nodded. “Yes. Please.”

You giggled and made your way over. Before entering his room, you pressed a soft, loving kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, Sebek. I really appreciate it.”

He blushed. His hand went up to gently touch the spot you kissed him and he felt his cheeks burn. “You’re very welcome.”

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chapter two - READER

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I shouldn’t be nervous. Why am I nervous? I’ve been alone with my best friend plenty of times before. There was a time where we would hang out all the time before he got into a relationship. Now that he’s been single for the past six months, that gave us more time to be together. 

 Though, what’s different now is that I am in love with my best friend. And my he just so happened to be Nanami Kento, who’s standing outside in the living room while I frantically pick out what lounge set to wear. 

 Falling in love with Kento was never the plan. It just… happened. I’ve known him (along with Satoru and Suguru) since college, and between everyone, him and I became the closest. Probably because we’re the quiet ones of the group, so we found comfort in each other. 

 When Ken started dating Aleena, I was truly happy for him. I thought they paired well together. He’s more reserved and she’s bubbly, which is the energy he needed romantically.

 Whenever he needed someone to talk to about Aleena, whether it was for advice or just to fawn over her, I was the person he came to. And I was okay with that at first. However, it wasn’t until last year these romantic feelings I had for Kento started developing. 

 Aside from what I knew about Kento (which is almost everything), I began seeing him in a different light. He’s a gentleman, extremely kind, caring, patient, reassuring… I could go on about him for days. Maybe months or years and I still wouldn’t get tired about saying why I love him. 

 I saw all the things he did for Aleena when they were together and I couldn’t help but wonder, what if that was me? 

 Don’t get me wrong, I adore Aleena. She’s an amazing woman, and we were somewhat friends when she and Ken were dating. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t envy her at times seeing she was loved on by him. 

 And I can admit that although Kento had his wrongdoings in their relationship, which I always told him, just to hear him confess his love and touch you with such delicacy would be an opportunity I would take at any given moment. 

 Will I ever tell him that? Absolutely not. 

 Yes, it hurts being in love with your best friend who’s still in love with his ex, knowing he’ll never return your feelings. But it would hurt even more if I told Kento how I felt, have him reject me, and possibly tarnish our friendship because of my one sided love. 

 So, I think I’m okay with keeping this secret to myself—Satoru and Suguru.

 Suguru only knows because he actually tried hitting on me last year, but I politely declined and he figured I was in love with Kento. And Satoru? Well, he’s just nosey, but at least he somewhat knows how to keep a secret. 

 “Y/N, I’m… I’m a bit tired. I’m going to head home now.” I hear Kento say from afar while waiting in my living room. 

 Oh, no. I had him waiting too long. After the day I had at work and that freaking creep harassing me at the bar, all I wanted was to take a shower and freshen up a bit, but I probably should’ve waited after Ken went home. 

 I’ve already moisturized, so I quickly put on my yellow silk, pajama shorts set and hurry to the living room before he walks out the door. Though, from the looks of it, when I entered the space, he was still sitting down and waiting for me. 

 “Oh… I thought you were already gone,” I assumed. 

 “No. Not yet. I didn’t want to leave without seeing you. And so you could lock the door.”

 I nod, tucking my coils behind my ear. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting for so long. But I know you said you were tired.”

 “Yes, but I also don’t want to invade your space. You had a busy day—”

 “No!” I shouted, cutting him off. I didn’t realize how frantic I sounded because of him leaving, but I quickly gathered myself together. “Sorry… I mean, no. I’m not… You’re not invading my space, Kento. I don’t mind if you stay. Well, I want you to.”

 He looks at me with a dumbstruck expression and I’m only to blame due my sudden outburst when that’s not the norm for me. But after a few seconds, his face softens and acquiesces to my request. 

 “Okay,” he responds.

 I give him a small smile. “We have a lot of catching up to do. Did you want a drink? I have your favorite whiskey.”

 He lets out an airy chuckle that pricks goosebumps along my skin. Hearing Ken’s laugh before I fell in love with him was just a normal sound to me. Now, it deepens my affection for him because seeing him smile is one of my favorite sights. 

 “You know me so well, Y/N.”

 “I do,” I say, pride rushing through my chest. “Did you want to finish talking about your brunch with Aleena?” 

 “There isn’t much to say from what I told you back at the bar. I just remember the conversation being left at why I should have sex to help me move on. According to Satoru.”

 “‘Toru worrying about sex is the exact reason why he lost Camryn,” I teased. “So I don’t think getting relationship advice from me would be ideal.”

 “And you?”

 “And me, what?” I ask, handing him the glass of whiskey. 

 “Do you suggest having sex with others to alleviate a heartbreak?”

 “Oh… uhm—”

 “My apologies. I shouldn’t have asked. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

 I shake my head and quickly reassure him. “No, I’m not uncomfortable. It’s just… I’ve done that before… a few times.”

 Whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on, or I guess you should say dick to cry on about Kento, I’d always find my way in someone else’s bed to mend the pain. It wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but it was better than being alone at night. 

 So, to some extent, I could understand why Satoru suggested that.

 It wouldn’t work, though. Seeing how head over heels Kento is about Aleena, I doubt it. 

 He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, sitting up. “Who was stupid enough to break your heart?” You, but you don’t know that. 

 “Just past relationships,” I lied. “Anyways, it’s not a bad suggestion, but I don’t see you doing that, Kento. You’re more of an intimate partner, and an emotional connection is needed with you.”

 “I’m glad someone understands me. According to Satoru, that shouldn’t matter.”

 “Of course it doesn’t to him.”

 He hums. “Would like to know what else he suggested?”

 I feign a laugh. “What?”

 “That I should have sex with you.”

 My eyes nearly left my socket when I looked at Kento in pure disbelief. 

 One, I’m going to flip out on Satoru the next time I see him because I know he does this on purpose in hopes this will further my chances with Ken. Even earlier when he kept putting the spotlight on me at the bar. 

 And two, the embarrassment that I feel of hearing Kento repeat our big mouthed friend’s words has my mind and center going into a frenzy. I would be lying if I said I’m not sexually attracted to Ken. I masturbate to the thought of him, and I dream of having him between my legs. 

 But that’s as far as it will go. He’ll never see me that way or be attracted to me, so those dreams will remain in my head. 

 “Oh, wow… Did he?” I finally responded, nervously. “And what did you say?”

 He sighs, taking a sip of his whiskey. “I told him that I value you as a friend.”

 I don’t know why I expected otherwise.

 “That was half the truth,” he admits. 

 “I’m not… following?” A shocked expression fell upon his face after realizing what said could possibly leave my mind with unanswered questions, causing him to let out a strained laugh.

 “My apologies. I shouldn’t have said that.” He breaks eye contact and runs his hand through his blond locs–a habit Ken does when he shies away.

 “Uh, no… it’s okay, but… I wouldn’t mind hearing the other side of the truth.”

 Kento looks at me and opens his mouth to speak, but leaves me with nothing. Silence fills between us while we hold eye contact, and the thought of him possibly seeing me as more than just a friend takes over my mind. I mean, how else should I take what he said? 

 He only told Satoru half of the truth? So there’s a chance he sees me as more than a friend? Is it a romantic attraction or just physical? I’m not left to think any further before Ken closes space between us by finding my lips with his own. 

 For a moment, I think to myself, am I dreaming? Could I have had too many drinks tonight to where my fantasies start feeling like the real thing? 

 But no. How Kento slips his tongue into my mouth is very real, and his hand at my bare thigh to squeeze feels just as real. I truly cannot believe this is happening right now, to the point I didn’t take the moment to relish how soft his lips are. Way softer than I ever imagined. 

 However, me not kissing him back (because I’m still in shock) and my eyes remaining wide open causes him to stop and return our previous distance. 

 “Y/N, shit… I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he says. And because I am still in shock, I stare at him.

 Ken kissed me. 

 I wasn’t dreaming. It was very real, but… what does this mean? Does he actually like me or is it liquor courage? Is it pathetic of me to not care whatever the case maybe? Probably, however, I’ll think about that at a later time. 

 Now? All I want to do is for once, do the unthinkable, which entrails me straddling Kento’s lap and returning the kiss. 

 This moment can easily be blamed on the amount of drinks we’ve both had, but how my heart is rapidly beating in my chest wouldn’t allow me to lie. 

 Kissing Ken is exactly what I’ve fantasized about every day—a form of tranquility. Kissing him feels like a stroll on the beach with only you and your lover occupying it, basking in the feel of the sand beneath your feet and the calmness of the ocean singing. 

 And I’m not one to take initiative when it comes to kissing or having sex, but tasting his lips is enough motivation. Though, I’m still tentative due to not knowing if he’s wanting this as much as I am, but my insecurity is quickly put to rest when he pulls my hands into his locs and his hands grip my hips. 

 The reserved Kento that I know is tucked away and he becomes greedy when massaging my lips. I gasp at how feral he becomes, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth to deepen our kiss. 

 I love him. I love him so much that it hurts, and whatever happens tonight… I know I’ll probably never get over him. 

 “Y/N,” he breathes. “We… we shouldn’t be doing this.” He says this but how his mouth stays on mine, firm grips on my hips to roll into his erection says otherwise. 

 “Why?”

 He places his face in the crook of my neck to deeply inhale my scent and skim his nose along my flesh. “Can I… do what I want with you?”

 Yes. Yes. Yes. 

 “What would you do?” I ask. 

 “Are you wet?”

 “Come find out.” My consent for Kento to have his way with me unlocked a side of him I’ve always wanted to see. 

 He quickly flips us over, where he’s above me and I lay beneath him, giving us a perfect view of each other. His hair that is usually slicked back is disheveled, and a crimson color spreads across his cheeks. 

 But what really caught my attention was his dick that’s straining against the front of his pants, nearly begging for some attention. 

 “Can I fuck you, Y/N?” His question pulls me from my musings and leaves me speechless. 

 So I answer with a nod. 

 My shorts are off a few seconds later along with my top, and I am left bare underneath Kento. My instincts kick in and I cover myself up with my arms, however, Ken pulls them off to place soft, wet kisses along my skin. 

 “Fuck… no, Y/N. You’re… so fucking perfect.” Kento is not one to curse, but swearing to emphasize his attraction to me has my pussy throbbing. “Just this one time… And we don’t have to ever discuss it again.”

 Should I be surprised? No. Ken made it very clear that he only sees me as a friend, and despite me knowing this, a weight feels like it fell on my chest from the sudden pain that I’m feeling. 

 But I don’t care. I want to experience him. I want to know the type of lover Kento is so I can dream about it forever because this is my only chance. 

 So I’ll put my emotions on hold. I’ll fight back my tears. Whatever is necessary to have him the man I’m in love with inside of me. 

“Okay… Just this once.”

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Laurie hadn't had sex in a while. It was driving her absolutely crazy. I don't think I'm a slut but damn I just want to get railed she thought to herself. Just rough meaningless sex. She'd never really slept around but the urge was getting to be impossible to ignore.

"fine" Laurie said to herself. "I'm going out and getting hammered, someone at the club will fuck me, I'm sure of it"

She didn't have many friends, a couple girlfriends and a group of guys she spent most of her time with. She thought they were all so cute. But they never even mentioned anything about her appearance, asked her out or anything. So she was content to keep them as close friends.

The club ended up being a dud. A few guys bought her drinks but Laurie thought "fuck... I'm not that desperate". Feeling sorry for herself she bought a couple more. Fuck how many is that... 5...6??? Damn it. I don't remember. One last drink bought from some creep. Why not. What's one more. Slumped up at the bar she got a text... It was one of the guy friends. "How are you doing? How'd the night?

"notc gooddd, no duck, no sexy, blarfgvh"

"how much have you had to drink?"

"don't kniows lozty trackm" the drunken response came. "Stay there, we're coming to get you"

Laurie put her phone down. Mostly forgetting about the conversation she continued to work on her drink. One elbow in the bar, her head resting in her hand.

It seemed like mere moments. But a familiar voice calling her "Laurie, hey, we're here to get you home" she looked up, saw her friends and ran into their arms "awww you guys, you came for me" stumbling as she did. "Yep, ok, let's get you home". And they helped her out. She stumbled getting into the car... "Ok, ok let's help you in. We'll sit in the back with you. Two of her friends got in the back. Laurie in the middle. She glanced up smiling big to the driver who was looking back at her.

"awww, you guys are the best" she leaned her head on the shoulder of her friend on the right, reached out and grabbed her other friends hand squeezing it.

"what were you doing out so late by yourself?" He asked.

"oh my god, you guys wouldn't even believe me"

"go on"

"ugh, I've just been so horny lately, I just wanted to get fuc...oh.. shit don't think I'm a slut or anything. I don't even know what I was thinking"

"no takers?" The driver said? "Nah just creepers" as she nuzzled more into her friend and squeezed the hand of the other. She let out a big sigh. She startled a little as she felt a hand caress her cheek. Her friend on the left put his hand on her leg and slowly caressed it. They paused waiting to see if she'd reject them. But she just let out a little moan.

The hand slowly moved up her leg raising her skirt with it. At the same time the hand that had been in her cheek slid down her front and cusped her breast. She moaned again as the hand started to massage her. She felt herself her wet as the hand reached her panty line.

She glanced in the rear view mirror. She didn't even recognize the driver. She could just see lust in his eyes. The hand from the left moved from her though to directly between her legs. She was so wet now that as the fingers touched the outside of her panties she knew he'd feel.her wetness. The touch gave her a surprise thrill as she let out a whimper.

The hand she was holding was now being guided towards him. He placed it on his crotch... He was rock hard. She moaned again in pleasure and reached down with her right hand to find another stiff cock waiting for her.

Her panties were pushed aside and a finger started to explore her wetness. The other hand reached inside her shirt, into her bra and started to pinch and pull at her nipple. She moaned around the pleasure of the stimulation. Not a thought on her head but the pleasure and the two hard cocks she was rubbing. The friend on the left unzipped his pants and lowered them just a little to be able to pull his cock out into the night air. She grasped it the skin felt smooth with soft veins surrounding his rock hardness.

The friend on the right stopped caressing her nipples and put his hands to her head lowering her head to his friend's cock. She had only sucked off a few guys before. But she was determined to make them desire her. She spat on the tip and slowly inserted him in her mouth. Taking more and more of him with each go. He moaned deeply. As she bent over she exposed her ass to her friend that had forced her head down. Still with one hand on her head she felt his hands on her ass. Caressing it, then sliding her panties to the side. He slipped one finger in then two. "Fuck Laurie you're so wet" she moaned around the cock deep in her throat as three hands forced her head down every time she came up for air. "My time Laurie" he said and pulled her over. She never even heard him unzip his pants but his cock was huge and hard in the passing street lights. She struggled to fit him into her mouth but she was pushed down gagging some and spitting out the sides of her mouth. He kept pushing her up and down as she was played with from behind.

"we're there" the driver said. She sat up and wiped some of the saliva from her face. "Ok Laurie let's go inside, it's my turn". They started to zip up and get out of the car. Laurie stumbled a little and one of them put his hand around her. "Come on, I got you" it was the driver. It must have been his house as he fumbled for the keys to get in. Her other two friends behind her.

They pushed into the living room and he demanded "on your knees, Laurie" she obeyed with her arms along her thighs. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his pulsing cock. "Fuck, you make me so hard, I've always wanted you, open your mouth like a good girl"

Laurie obliged and he slowly started to fuck her little face. First slowly then harder. Gagging, eyes watering, she loved it so much. I can't believe this she thought. I never dreamed they all wanted me.

After he was done using her face he pulled her around forcing her to her hands and knees. He was behind her. He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. He spat on his cock and then pushed inside. "Oh... You didn't even need that extra lube, you're so wet and tight". Laurie moaned as she felt him stretch her out. He pushed deeper and deeper inside her with each stroke till his balls slapped against her clit and he fucked her harder and harder. She now saw her other friends. They were completely naked stroking their cocks in front of her. They both took turns forcing themselves down her throat as she continued to be fucked from behind each thrust forcing her head down on the cock in her mouth. They started to grope all over her body. Touching her clit, her breasts. Everyone was moaning, and sweating, Laurie's face wet with tears and spit. Some hers. Some, her friends.

The pleasure built more and more as the thrusting and the caressing continued without ceasing. She lost track of time only knowing pleasure.

Finally it became too much and she felt her orgasm start to build within her. As the fire spread it exploded finally and she let out a deep cry her body shaking. The pulsing cock fucking her from behind wouldn't stop and as the pleasure became too much she fell forward. Now pinned by the body above her unable to move she felt him fuck her even harder, she was now crying out in pleasure and overstimulation. Finally she felt a pulse, then a quiver, then a deep sticky load fill her. She lied there crumpled on the ground.

Then she was mounted by another his cock pressing deep inside her. She could no longer move. She just laid there moaning. Being a fuck toy for her friend. Finally he added another load inside her. She could feel it oozing out of her, two big loads.

"Laurie, I want to take that little ass of yours, is that ok?" She wasn't quite sure what she heard, drunk on booze and cock and cum. She still laid there and just nodded an assent. She felt a cock rub against her wet and sore lips dripping with cum. Then she heard him spit, heard the sound of him stroking his cock. She then heard him spit again as wetness struck her ass. "wait, what?" She thought as the next thing she knew the tip of his large hard cock pierced her asshole. "Fuck!" She cried. It was her friend on the right with the huge cock, splitting her open. "It's ok baby girl" he said as he stroked the side of her cheek. The initial pain subsided and he started to go deeper inside her. Stretching her tight asshole that had only known a finger before. She moaned but was still exhausted so did little more than lay there as he grunted and thrust inside her. "Fuck. My god you're soooo fucking tight" he didn't last as long as he wanted and moaning deeply, trying to hold back he unleashed his load" pulling out he was practically forced out of her a deep stream of cum added to the other loads and her own sex soaking her inner thighs.

That was the last thing she remembered, till she woke up in a T-shirt and men's pj bottoms the next morning. Carefully wrapped in a blanket with a pillow under her head, on the couch. Her head hurt. She struggled to remember the night then the aching down there brought back the memories, she sighed and grabbing the pillow went back to sleep.

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Vampire’s Lullaby Part Three

The last and final part of Vampire’s Lullaby, part one and two can be found here. I hope it turned out alright! This is another long one.

Warnings ahead for mentioned child murder, please take care of yourselves.

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Annabelle had worried the letter thin at the edges, folding and unfolding the piece of paper so often it started to fray a little. She was no fool, she knew exactly what Charlette was promising her. What she was trying to do.

Annabelle had often felt helpless and small in her life. She had felt it every time she had raced away from the shadows at dusk and every time she had chased after the sun at dawn. She had felt it every time she had to watch Dion step outside with no way of helping him.

She felt deeply touched that Charlette wanted to do something. That she cared enough about Annabelle, cared for her enough to want to change things for the better. Annabelle just wished she could help as well. She had never been an overly protective person of her loved ones, but she absolutely wanted them safe.

She just had no means to make that happen.

"You don't have to worry," Ophelia said, sitting on her windowsill tonight after Annabelle had invited her up. 

She had her son with her, who was climbing all around the roof, playing lookout with excited determination. The little werewolf looked very cute, much like an overly enthusiastic boy rather than a monster of fur and claws and teeth.

"Charlette is very tough," Ophelia added. "She had claimed a pretty big territory both in her old home and here as well. And you did notice how no one's coming to this part of town anymore, right?"

"I know, it's not that I don't think she can do it, I just wish I could support her," Annabelle answered. Of course Charlette was capable, but that shouldn't mean she had to do everything on her own.

Ophelia tipped her head in thought, one ear swiveling constantly to keep track of her boy and the hunters down on the streets. "You can't fight night folk," Ophelia pointed out, rather unhelpful in Annabelle's personal opinion.

"I know." Annabelle forced herself to set the letter aside. "If you see her, make sure she's taking care of herself, would you?"

Ophelia nodded. "Of course, she's family after all." Then her head snapped around and she made a quick growly noise in warning when her son tried to creep towards the edge of the roof where the hunters would see him.

"I should get to bed," Annabelle said quietly after a moment. "Thank you, for keeping watch."

Ophelia offered a gentler, less toothy smile. "You're my friend too, you know? Of course I'll be here if you need me." With those words she clambered off the windowsill and easily jumped onto the neighboring roof to join her now more cautious son.

Annabelle got ready for bed and struggled to fall sleep for long minutes, staring up at the dark ceiling. There had to be something she could do to help.

The thought occupied her mind throughout the following day, right up until they got another order from an impatient noble who wanted to have a notebook done by tomorrow to gift to a friend whose birthday he had forgotten. He was willing to pay triple the regular price for the rush order that would force them to stop working on all other orders.

Annabelle offered to work late again to finish up the notebook and Mr. Bell left with a reminder to be home before the sun was gone entirely.

"I'll be careful," Annabelle promised and focused back on her work. The trick was to not get sloppy despite feeling the urgency to head home, the fading light making her restless after a lifetime of fearful hurrying. 

Even though she was very sure nothing would happen to her, considering the protection she was under and the friend and lover she had now, that needling along her nerves remained.

She was nearly finished when the front door of the shop opened with a jingle. It made her startle, heart leaping into her throat, right up until she heard Ophelia's voice.

"Annabelle? Why aren't you home yet?" the werewolf called out and a glance towards the window showed it was pitch-dark outside. She had entirely lost track of time despite her best efforts.

"I'm back here," Annabelle called out. "I was finishing up an order."

The door creaked open and Ophelia poked her head in, ears swiveling as she listened and nose twitching at all the scents inside.

"I've never been inside a printing shop," the werewolf murmured as she ducked through the door, hunching down and shuffling to make her large frame fit. "It kind of reeks, though."

Annabelle couldn't help but chuckle. "I can imagine, my nose is nowhere near that sensitive, but even I don't like some of the smells around here." Especially some of the glues Mr. Bell sometimes bought. If he went for the cheaper stuff, their books always needed some time to air out to stop smelling.

"I was just wrapping things up," Annabelle said. "Thank you, for checking in on me."

Ophelia offered a wolfish grin, revealing fangs and teeth strong enough to bite straight through bone and metal. "Of course. Could I watch? I've always been curious."

Annabelle gestured her closer and showed how she put on the finishing touches.

"You know, if you ever want to stay late, you could," Ophelia offered. "I don't care if we sit around here or if I'm keeping watch outside your window."

That was a very nice offer and one Annabelle seriously considered taking. She could get so much more work done that way. But for now, she needed to go home or her family was going to lose it.

"You'd have to sneak me out my window if we want to return here," she said. "I have to be home or my parents and brothers are going to think I died."

Ophelia winced a little. "Yeah, that's fair, we don't want that. Let me know when you want to come back to the shop." She grinned again. "I could offer you a ride. I'll bet you I'm faster than you."

Annabelle snorted. "I'm not even going to take that bet, I know you are faster than me." There was a reason why hunters didn't run from the night folk unless panic took over. Why they chose to attack and lay traps instead.

She wrapped the book up in a soft cloth and left it to be picked up the next day. When she locked the store, Ophelia keeping watch, she jumped in surprise when the large werewolf suddenly started to growl, fur bristling.

"Peace," a calm voice spoke from the shadows. "I have not come here for blood."

Ophelia slowly settled down, tail lashing a bit and she kept standing half in front of Annabelle. 

"If I may have a word with the human?" the voice asked and Ophelia snorted.

"How about you show your face first," the werewolf rumbled. "Then she can decide."

After a moment's pause, a tall, willowy man stepped into the light of one of the sparsely placed street lamps. His dark eyes held a red shine and he was dressed neatly and cleanly and offered a polite bow of his head.

"You are Annabelle, correct?" he asked and Annabelle stepped away from the door, resisting the urge to fiddle with her keys. "The one who convinced Charlette to pick a fight with our kind?"

That did not sound like it would be a pleasant conversation. Ophelia's ears pinned back a little and Annabelle answered, "I am." While Annabelle hadn't asked Charlette to fight other night folk, she knew her words had had an impact on her vampire.

"Do you think it possible for us to get along? Humans and night folk, I mean," the man asked, watching her closely.

"I think it's going to take a lot of work," Annabelle answered after a moment. "But if I can befriend night folk, why can't anyone else? If the killing stops, we could start building something better."

He was silent for the longest moment. "I think you are very naive. It is not that simple. We night folk have tried, you know? To be part of your world." 

He stared off into the distance, something dark and grim crossing his face. "There are children no humans want, even though they are of their people. So I took them in. I loved them and cared for them, clothed and fed them and paid for their education. Do you know what happened to them?"

Annabelle found her mouth growing too dry to speak at the tone of his voice, her throat closing up when their eyes met. Fury and grief made his eyes glow a deep, dark red. Like blood. He was a vampire, she realized.

"I woke with the sinking sun to find them all hanged in secret," he said, low and with an underlying snarl that sent a stab of instinctive fear down her spine. "Children who had done no wrong. Children who died for consorting with monsters, as your lot call us. You humans didn't want them, but you didn't want anyone else to have them either."

He took a step forward, eyes blazing, only for Ophelia to step a little more firmly in front of Annabelle. He stopped and took a deep breath to reign himself in.

"I hold no insignificant sway in my part of this city," he said, voice calm again, but the darkness kept lurking in his gaze. "I will not support Charlette when we gain nothing. When the humans we dare to care about get slaughtered by their own kind. I will not fight for that kind of world, nor will all the others who agree with me."

He straightened, looking tall and imposing despite his willowy frame. "We are not the only ones who will have to change our ways." He then briefly bowed his head, polite enough but a little stiff now. "I said my piece. Do with it as you will."

Annabelle's mind was reeling too much to speak as he disappeared in the shadows. Ophelia glanced over her shoulder at her, a questioning look in her eyes.

Annabelle swallowed, wetting her lips, before she managed to speak, "Has this happened to many monsters?"

Ophelia looked away, her ears drooping a little. "To enough. It keeps us from trying to get closer to humans and it makes the other night folk more angry as well. It feels like we can do nothing right in the eyes of humanity. As though, after humans took our king, they now want to blame us for everything wrong in their lives."

"I'm sorry." Annabelle had no idea what else to say. Ophelia sent her a reassuring look.

"That's hardly your fault. Come on, let's get you home before your family worries too much."

They walked in silence and Annabelle's family was indeed very upset at her late return. The hunters outside who had escorted her home the rest of the way had scolded her as well, looking worried.

As she sat in her room, belly filled with a cold but delicious dinner, she found she was too restless to even consider sleep. The vampire's words kept circling in her mind, followed by what Ophelia had said. It wasn't until she restlessly fiddled with the papers on her desk that an idea hit her.

She couldn't grab a weapon and fight, at least not without dying needlessly in the process. She had no idea how to wield weapons after all and she especially couldn't help Charlette win against other night folk. 

But there was more than one way of fighting and more than one battle that needed to be won. She grabbed a piece of paper and her quill and began to scribble furiously, writing and rewriting parts until she thought she had gotten it right.

She shoved to her feet and hurried to the window, paper in hand. "Ophelia?" she called out in a whisper and the werewolf looked up form her perch on the neighboring roof. "Can you look at this real quick?"

The werewolf jumped across the distance easily enough, accepting the paper Annabelle held out. She was silent for a long moment after she read it and Annabelle fidgeted nervously.

"What do you think?" she asked and Ophelia looked up, astonished surprise on her face, then she grinned.

"I say you are amazing. What will you do with this?"

Annabelle smiled in relief. "Can you take me back to the shop?"

"Sure," her friend answered, puzzled and curious. "But why?"

"I've got an idea." Annabelle was already climbing out the window and was easily picked up by a big, strong arm covered in warm, soft fur.

Ophelia hauled her onto her back as though she weighed nothing and went bounding across the rooftops far faster than Annabelle would have traveled on the streets. They arrived at the shop in record time and Ophelia watched curiously as Annabelle got to work.

Annabelle printed two big stacks of flyers and by then exhaustion started to catch up to her. She had worried at first to blatantly use so much paper and ink, but should Mr. Bell ask, she'd come up with a fabricated story about tripping when she hurried to leave and spilling ink everywhere and that she had to regretfully toss things out.

"Can you help me spread these?" she asked the werewolf, who grinned, wide and a little wild.

"I can do better than that. Wait here." Ophelia ducked out of the shop and a moment later, Annabelle heard a loud, howling call. It was answered by others, near and far and as she peeked out the window, she saw shapes move and gather along the edges of artificial light.

"Annabelle, come meet our friends and bring some of the flyers," Ophelia called out and Annabelle took a deep breath and lifted her chin. She would not be afraid, she told herself. If night folk were meant to share a world peacefully with humans, fear had no place in it.

She walked out with a stack of paper in her arms and made sure to smile at the gathered night folk. All kinds of creatures had gathered and they all stared at her with varying levels of curiosity. She spread the flyers among them and within seconds she heard low chatter and murmur, the click of claws and clatter of hooves and the ruffle of wings.

"We will help," a raspy voice of a spindly, pale creature said and it smiled with a mouth full of sharp needle teeth. "We are tired of a never-changing world that does nothing but hate."

Ophelia ducked into the shop to retrieve the stacks and Annabelle decided that she would not worry about being this close to other night folk while her friend was gone. No one made a move to attack, on the contrary, the nearest night folk offered a bit of polite small talk. They were nothing like the stories of feral beasts she had heard all her life.

Soon every one carried a stack of flyer as tall as Annabelle's hand was wide and they left with excited murmurs and chatter, dispersing to spread the paper all across the city.

"That's just the first step," Annabelle said as she locked up the shop and Ophelia carried her back home. "Are you and they willing to help more often?"

"Of course," Ophelia said with a smile. "We've all wanted and waited for a real chance to change things. While some night folk have fallen too deep into the dark to return, many others who will take this chance with both hands and not let go."

*.*.*

The entire city was in uproar the next day. The flyers hadn't simply been dropped in the streets, the night folk had put them up on shop windows and street lamps and along all the intersections. They had even shoved any leftovers into mail boxes. It was impossible to go anywhere and not see at least one flyer.

Annabelle heard people curse and tear the flyers down, not wanting to hear what she had to say. But that was alright, minds didn't just change overnight. The few glimpses she got of people silently pocketing flyers, looking contemplative, was worth it.

She printed flyer after flyer as the days passed, sacrificing sleep gladly. And the more she did it, the more she told the truth, the more she spoke of injustices and wrongs committed that had to be made right and the possibility for actual peace, the more people stopped to think.

They started to look at the traveling groups of clerics and town guards differently, who tore down the flyers and demanded the heads of those who had done this. They all remembered the humans killed for being seen with monsters.

They hadn't known about the dead children, but someone had broken into the cleric offices and had returned with proof that such things had indeed happened. They had spread the information all over the city and people had been furious ever since.

Annabelle saw the expressions in the eyes of the citizens change as more and more things came to light. Most of all, people wanted safety and peace. The idea of no longer fearing the night, of not sacrificing their children or spouses just to try and keep the rest of the family safe was a very luring call.

Of course, the nobles weren't going to take this sitting down. Fear was one of the things that kept them in power, after all. Fear was what the clergy was built upon and how they got their money, by making people think they could buy safety off of them, as well as blessings for their homes.

Considering how swiftly the nobility retaliated, Annabelle knew that she was on the right track. Houses of rebellious fractions got raided and one day, the guards stood in front of Mr. Bell's shop as well.

"Feel free to look around," Mr. Bell said, making a sweeping gesture. "You won't find what you're looking for."

As the guards stomped past him, Mr.Bell met Annabelle's eyes, his expression telling her that they were going to have a long talk. It made her swallow nervously.

"You're very low on ink and paper," the head guard rumbled and Mr. Bell nodded.

"Yes, our resupply shipment will arrive tomorrow. It always looks like that at the end of the month. Especially with the rush-orders from various nobles we've been getting."

Annabelle involuntarily held her breath. This was not what their shop looked like at the end of the month. So Mr. Bell had noticed, of course he must have, that their supplies had dwindled down fast. Why hadn't he said anything?

"Show me the receipts," the head guard demanded and Mr. Bell dug out more bills than there should be. 

Annabelle didn't let her confused and worried tension show and soon enough the guards left, having found nothing suspicious. Not even a stray flyer anywhere. Annabelle made sure to remove any and all hints of her activities and any messed up prints she took home to burn in the fireplace while her family slept.

"So," Mr. Bell said as he watched the guards march down the street towards their next destination. "Explain to me why you've been making those flyers."

At her surprised, startled look, he huffed. "I'm no fool, girl. I know how much stock we have and how much we use. You're lucky I forged some receipts in advance when I realized what you've been doing. So, why have you decided to become a rebel?"

The entire story tumbled out after a moment of hemming and hawing and Mr. Bell listened carefully and intently, asking questions when he needed her to clarify things. At last he leaned against the counter in thoughtful silence.

"I know some supplies who sell under the hand," he said at last. "They'll bring us more ink and paper than we officially need."

Annabelle stood up a little straighter. "You'll help me?"

Mr. Bell chuckled. "Oh, my dear, you're looking at a rebel yourself. I might be getting old, but I've caused quite some mischief and trouble in my younger days." His eyes were bright and he grinned, excitement starting to shine through. "And here I thought I was going to have a quiet, boring life until I died. So, what's next on the agenda?"

Annabelle managed to collect herself, drawing away from the reeling surprise to lay out her plans. Mr. Bell had some great ideas himself and together they started to build a more solid plan of attack.

"I can't let you work on the flyers during the day, in case they come back for another surprise search," he said regretfully. "You'll be safe coming in after dark?"

"I am," she promised and he nodded.

"Then do that. In the meantime, you'll go and get some sleep, I'm sure we can throw something together." When she tried to protest, he waved her off. "I can handle the work by myself for a few hours. If necessary we'll refuse some orders in the future. We have enough money to give us that leeway for a couple of weeks." 

He gestured at the book she had finished for the noble. "And if we get more orders like these, we don't have to worry about money for even longer."

Annabelle couldn't help but hug her old mentor, who chuckled and gave her back a pat. "

Now, none of that," he said when she tried to thank him or to reimburse him by cutting short her earnings. "If anything, you are doing me a favor. I was wondering what to do considering that everyone keeps urging me to retire. Having a purpose is very fun, isn't it?"

She couldn't help but smile and he ushered her away to get some rest on their coats on the floor, while he got started on their remaining orders. Annabelle managed to doze off for a bit, waking up again when the noble dropped by to pick up the book. A well filled coin purse was left behind and Mr. Bell grinned at her when he saw her sit up.

"Ready for work?" he asked and she hurriedly got to her feet to join him.

Mr. Bell left in the afternoon and returned cheerfully. He kept what he had been up to a secret, right up until the evening bell rang and someone knocked on the backdoor. The one they only used to bring out trash to the small alley.

To her surprise, three young men were there, delivering crates of parchment and ink. Mr. Bell paid them and sent them on their way with a cheerful wave. The boys briefly peered at Annabelle with silent curiosity, though they said nothing.

"I'll keep the backdoor unlocked," Mr. Bell said as he ushered her out the front door. "Please use it just in case some guards show up to patrol at night in order to try and catch the flyer-rebel." 

The thought made her nervous, but Annabelle took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. If this was how she could help, she would do it, no matter the danger it brought. Things had to change.

She returned home, ate with her family and was glad to hear that Dion would return home at the end of the week. He'd stay in his bed for another week and then he'd have to return to guarding the house. 

The only reason Annabelle wasn't deeply scared for her brother was the knowledge that their part of town had become very, very safe. Not a single monster showed its face, at least not to attack anyone.

Ophelia waited by the window the moment her parents and brothers had fallen asleep and Annabelle climbed out and onto her back. They traveled along the rooftops once again and Ophelia dropped into the small alley to let Annabelle use the backdoor.

They printed another round of flyers, more monsters showing up to disperse them. Some smiled at her, others looked curious. Some seemed hesitant to be hopeful, but they had come to help all the same.

Annabelle didn't print flyers every night. Neither Mr. Bell nor she had the funds for such a thing, but she made as many as she could. Aside from flyers, she printed posters to leave on market squares and when one of the monsters handed over a well-worded letter their daughter had written, she published that one too.

Dion was home at last and she made sure her brother was comfortable. He looked tense and unhappy, though his worry eased whenever his hunter friends visited. They had told him they had guarded his family in his absence and how quiet things had been recently.

"It's weird, in all honesty," one of his best friends muttered, the woman who always waited and made sure Annabelle came home safely. It was the day before he had to resume his duty and he'd been high-strung since this morning. "Sure, there are times when things are calm, but never to that extent and never for that long."

Her brother was quiet that evening as they ate and he only grimaced a little in pain when he sat up for too long. Everyone knew he shouldn't return to duty tomorrow, but no one spoke up either. Annabelle kept her head down, her determination to change things stronger than ever before.

If the fighting and bloodshed ended her brother could finish healing in peace. Everyone could heal.

A knock at the door made her family and she startle. It was too late for visitors, there was only a faint glow of light remaining in the sky, the sun itself gone. 

"Open, in the name of the Inquisition," an authoritative voice shouted and Annabelle jolted in her seat, heart leaping into her throat.

Everyone knew the Inquisition. They were the ones who dealt with those who loved monsters, with humans who had gotten 'corrupted', as they called it. They also took care of rebels and 'threats to the city', which usually meant threats to the nobles. 

Nerves made her stomach clench and her appetite vanished in an instant. Her parents exchanged a nervous, confused look, before they got up to hesitantly open the door.

One of the head priests was waiting on the other side, flanked by two of his subordinates and behind them were three guards.

"How can we help you?" Annabelle's mother asked, shifting a bit to stand more firmly in front of her children. "I fear we do not have enough food to feed you all, but if you seek a safe place for the night, we offer our humble home."

"We are not here for peasant gruel or to beg a spot in front of your little fire," the head priest said with disdain. "We are here to question you on the integrity of your family."

"There is nothing to question," her father said sharply. "We are good, upstanding citizens."

"That remains to be seen," the head cleric sniffed, pushing forward until her father yielded and stepped back.

Annabelle watched warily as the priests and guards walked through the open door and when they didn't bother with closing it, a bad feeling began to churn in her gut.

"Leave the door open, woman," the head priest demanded when her mother rushed to close it. Her parents and siblings stilled, nervous and tense. Dion glanced to where his weapons sat by the door, gaze calculating.

Annabelle saw his hunter friends milling outside, watching warily and inching a bit closer, half of them staring at the open door, the other half watching the surroundings keenly. 

"We wish to question your daughter," the head priest demanded, those pale eyes boring into Annabelle, who scarcely dared to breathe. She sat ramrod straight, hands a gnarled knot in her lap as she gripped her skirts tightly, her heart pounding. 

The way he looked at her said it all. They suspected her. They didn't know for sure yet, which was the only reason she wasn't getting arrested, but they heavily considered her the culprit.

"Our daughter has done nothing wrong," her mother said, shifting to stand more firmly in front of her. "Anything you have to say to her, you will say with all of us present."

The head priest looked faintly annoyed, but continued on without pause, "Seeing as lately someone has been stirring up the masses, we've conducted a thorough investigation as to the people capable of such foolishness. And we've now come to you, Miss Annabelle. Care to tell us if these are yours?"

He reached into his pocket to pull out some of her flyers, unfolding them and tossing them onto the dining table.

"They aren't," Annabelle answered after staring at them for a second, heart pounding so hard she felt as though her very bones were rattling in time with the beat. "I've seen them stuck on walls before though, why do you think that I made them?"

"Because she works at a print shop?" her oldest brother asked sharply, smiling in a thin and very much unamused way. "Our little sister has worked her ass off to support this family and you come in here, accusing her?"

"I do not like the tone you take with me, boy," the head priest said sharply and at a look from her mother, Rudi settled down with a fierce glower. 

"Do you have any idea who could have made them?" the man asked Annabelle, who shook her head. "Or anything else you can tell us?"

Annabelle reached out to the closest flyer, coincidentally the newest one, pretending as though she was inspecting it. "The paper is thicker than the one we use in our shop," she said and the head priest's eyes narrowed. "And we don't own that shade of midnight blue either, it doesn't work as well when you want to print books."

She had never been been more relieved that Mr. Bell had gotten things for her under the hand, otherwise she could not have made those claims.

The head priest appeared faintly miffed, but turned to her parents next.

"Has she come home on time every night and not left again?" the head priest asked.

"She's shown up at dusk every day and she doesn't leave before dawn," her father said firmly. "We never heard strange noises or saw any wounds on her. Neither has she brought home gifts we couldn't explain. Go ask the hunters if you don't believe us." He gestured at the lurking neighbors outside.

"I shall," the head priest said, sounding colder and more displeased now. "You better hope your stories line up."

"They will," her mother said firmly. "Please leave now, we don't wish to invite monsters in and we still have to finish dinner."

The head priest stared Annabelle down a moment longer and she knew he didn't quite believe her, but he must have other suspects with how easily he accepted her answers. For now, at least.

"Have you considered that a monster printed these?" she found herself asking just as the man turned around to leave. "I heard some are smart."

"They're all mongrel beasts, mindless and driven by bloodlust," the head priest said sharply, looking at her over his shoulder, his eyes burning cold. "Don't be mistaken, girl, they can fake intelligence long enough to ensnare you. There is nothing more to them than instinct."

It was a fight to look appropriately chastised and agreeable and Annabelle made herself dip her head in embarrassed supplication. The head priest looked a bit mollified at that and stepped outside with his companions and guards, striding towards the waiting hunters.

Her mother closed the door, not quite slamming it but it made a clear, decisive sound. The entire living room was utterly silent, then her mother exhaled heavily.

"We will finish eating and then we'll wait for Dion's friends to knock." She turned around to look at Annabelle. "And you will tell us what exactly is going on here."

Startled, Annabelle glanced at her family and found all of them watching her with troubled frowns. She swallowed, nodding, and found herself too nervous to take another bite. No one ate in fact and Gerard soon got up to clear the table. It was almost unbearably quiet.

It didn't take long for someone to knock at the door and the hunter woman poked her head in. "They're gone. What happened?"

"Please come in and close the door," her mother said after a moment. "I think no monsters will attack, will they?" She looked at Annabelle, who ducked her head a little.

"No," she answered quietly. "They won't."

The hunters filled in and Annabelle found herself in the uncomfortable position of explaining what had happened weeks ago. Haltingly at first and then with more and more passion the story tumbled out of her.

She did not tell anyone about the kiss she had shared with Charlette, worried that it would be a step too far for them. Not because she had kissed a woman, they weren't like that, but because she had kissed one of the night folk.

Heavy silence rang after she finished, everyone staring at her with varying expressions. Dion looked guilty, Gerard and Rudi baffled, her parents incredulous and confused and the hunters were thoughtful.

"Is it possible to speak to one of these, erm, night folk?" the hunter woman asked.

"I think so," Annabelle said, thinking of Ophelia who was most likely waiting on the roof. "I can ask."

"Outside, not in here," her father said. "I just..." He sighed heavily, briefly rubbing his hand over his head. "What were you thinking?"

"She wanted us safe," Dion answered in her stead to her surprise. He sounded tired but understanding. "I can't say I blame her, father." He took a deep, steadying breath. "I'm tired of fighting for my life. Of worrying what will happen to you all when I fall. If there can be peace, I want it more than anything."

"As do I," the hunter woman asked and the other hunters of their street hummed and nodded in agreement, though they looked like they didn't really believe it possible either..

"I can go ask right now," Annabelle offered. "I could meet you outside?"

"Alright, we'll wait in the alley where no one will see us," the hunter woman said. "We just...we've got to see you're right, girl."

She got to her feet with a nod and hurried up the stairs. She heard voices rise behind her, but they were too quiet to understand individual words. It sounded like a hissed discussion, though.

"Is everything alright?" Ophelia asked the moment Annabelle opened the window. "I saw those fuck-awful priests prowling around."

"I have a request," Annabelle asked. "Would you be willing to meet my family and, um, our hunter friends?" When Ophelia reared back in surprise, she hurriedly tacked on, "It's safe, I promise. They just found out about everything and they want to talk to you. To see if peace is actually an option."

Ophelia was silent for a long minute, then she exhaled heavily. "I trust you, so, yes. Alright."

Annabelle smiled in relief, then visibly surprised her friend by climbing out the window. Ophelia easily hauled her onto her back and hopped down to the alley. Considering how everyone startled in surprise at her appearance but eased up immediately upon seeing Annabelle unharmed on the werewolf's back, Annabelle had chosen wisely to go with her friend.

"Everyone, this is Ophelia," Annabelle introduced her, clambering off her back and easily accepting the big, clawed hand that her friend held out for easy support. "Ophelia, meet my family and our friends."

"A pleasure," Ophelia said, sketching a bow, though she never took her eyes off of the hunters, who stared at her with the same intensity. "Annabelle said you have questions?"

The hunters hesitated, before Dion took a step forward, face tense but hope lurking in his eyes.

Slowly, with every question, Annabelle watched as the suspicion, the battle-ready worry, began to easy and fade. She watched as  hope began to glow brighter and brighter instead. As if a gentle hand had found an ember that had been about to go out and brought it back to life with steady care in order to create a fire.

"Alright," the hunter woman said at last, turning to Annabelle. "How can we help?"

At Annabelle's surprised look, she grinned fiercely and added, "We want peace and we want things to be fair. For everyone, nobles and commoners. And those night folk too, if they help us. So, I think it's high time we join your little rebellion."

Ophelia looked positively surprised and approving, grinning back just as fiercely. "Oh, I like you."

The hunter chuckled in her low, raspy voice. "The feeling is starting to be mutual." She turned to the others behind her. "What do you say, are you lot ready to go and fulfill our dreams of cozy fires and full bellies and night skies we do not have to fear?"

The hunters rumbled strongly in agreement, faces determined and even her parents and brothers looked convinced. They met her eyes with care and a supportive, if worried gleam.

Annabelle felt relieved down to her bones and she realized she was grinning just as fiercely as the hunters and the werewolf at her side.

*.*.*

A knock at the door drew Annabelle out of her concentration. "I'm almost done, Ophelia," she called out without looking up. "Just a minute."

"I'll wait," a familiar and sorely missed voice made her startle and she looked up to find Charlette stepping through the backdoor. 

Annabelle grinned wide in happy relief. Her vampire looked a little worse for wear, but proud in a way that told her of won battles. Her gait had changed as well. Where Charlette had been confident before, now she moved with the prowling knowledge of power, of tested strength and defeated opponents. 

To her surprise, Charlette wasn't alone. The willowy vampire she had spoken with what seemed ages ago accompanied her, tipping his head respectfully.

His eyes were considering as he watched her, then he looked at the flyers and posters she had printed. It was getting easier and easier to find just the right words to convince the people, to sway their minds and draw them to the side of change.

"I didn't believe it, at first," the vampire said as he slowly stepped forward to get a closer look. "When I heard of humans rallying behind the cause of this one." 

He nodded at Charlette, who curled her lips enough to reveal one impressive fang. He rolled his eyes at her, but looked fond rather than annoyed. 

He continued, "I didn't believe it either when I heard of hunters willing to lay down their weapons and hearing us out. Of other night folk protecting them from their mad cousins."

Annabelle had been surprised most of all when she had heard of the change that had traveled through the city ever since her conversation with the hunters. Of the impact the people who joined her had. 

Whoever had broken into the office of the high priests had done so again, publishing more and more damning material. They had brought proof as well for their claims, spreading committed misdeeds and crimes all over the city. More murdered children, stolen money, people forced and blackmailed into admitting night folk had threatened and thralled them when that had not been so.

The opinion of the night folk continued to shift slowly but steadily. Annabelle was helping where she could, doing her best to be a voice for the unheard. A voice for the people.

"None of that would have been possible without Charlette," she said, smiling at the vampire who smiled back with a warmth so sweet it made all the accumulated aches and stress and tension melt away. 

Annabelle yearned to be held by her love, but held back for now. She wouldn't want to be rude in the middle of a conversation by getting distracted.

The willowy vampire raised a brow. "And none of it would have worked without you." He glanced between them. "Somehow, the two of you have done what I thought impossible. You're bringing our two separate worlds back together, piece by piece."

"People don't want to fight anymore," Annabelle said. "They want warm fires and full bellies and peaceful nights." 

Or rather, most of them did. And those who wanted to continue fighting, well, there were always horrible night folk that still needed slaying. Just like there were horrible humans that the guards arrested to stop their evil deeds.

At this point, all that was left was getting their hands on the aristocrats, on the high priests, to force them to bow so they could cement the changes the people were demanding with increasingly louder voices. So they could have the peace back that greed and hunger for power had stolen from them.

"I will fight for that soft world," Charlette said firmly.

"Yes, you have proven as much," the willowy vampire tipped his head in respect and acceptance. "I only doubted if the humans would as well, but that doubt...it has waned with every sunlit voice that joined your cause."

He stared at the flyers for a moment longer, then looked up. "You will have my support. Every night folk from the warehouse district to the Emerald Park will immediately cease any hostilities towards humans and instead work with them when safely possible."

Annabelle's breath caught in her throat. That was...that was easily a third of the city. She stared at the vampire in surprise, who smiled thinly.

"Your Charlette isn't the only powerful one and I have many, many night folk to protect. I would not offer my support easily or foolishly. But you have convinced me, mortal maiden." He swept into a low bow. "I look forward to working together."

Annabelle hurried to curtsey back. "As do I. Thank you, really. This might...this is just the help we need to for a last push."

"I do my part as long as you do yours," he said and stepped back, gesturing at a finished and twine wrapped parcel of flyers. "I take it those are ready for distribution? May I take them?"

At Annabelle's nod he picked the thick parcel up. "I will spread these and I will get into contact with other night folk willing to help. We shall speak more on this matter tomorrow night. I believe it is high time both humans and night folk plan together." 

With those words he excused himself and Annabelle stared at Charlette in baffled surprise. The vampire smiled at her.

"I've been kicking a lot of teeth in lately," Charlette said with a casual shrug. "He's had to bend the knee to me, but that doesn't mean he had to help."

"I missed you," the words were out before Annabelle could stop them, though she didn't want to either.

She got a glimpse of Charlette's face softening, then the vampire stood in front of her between one second and the next, opening her arms. Annabelle threw herself forward to hug her tightly, strong, cool arms wrapping around her firmly, holding her securely.

"I'm so glad to see you again, well and happy," Charlette murmured against her hair. "It was hard, not coming back sooner. But I had to make sure I could return with good news. And I'm so proud of you, for all you've done for me and mine."

"This is our world," Annabelle said and pulled back enough to look up. Charlette gently touched their foreheads together. "Let's fight for it together."

"We already are," Charlette answered in a whisper and when she grinned, it was fanged and fierce and not at all human and Annabelle loved her so much in this moment. "And we will win."