#liquid in my ears. and i was in her chair for all of two minutes and when she left i realized MY FUCKING EAR WAS BLEEDING because she was so

[pepprs]

cool so my ent just made my ear bleed. im never going back to see her again.

[nnight-dances]

SWEET BOY

PAIRING: lee seokmin x f!reader (ft. choi vernon)

GENRE: fluff, angst

TROPES: older brother figure to lover, childhood friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, jealousy, skinship, dk being a blushy idiot and you being a plain idiot.

lines are funny when it comes to your life. lines drawn from one point to another, lines forced to keep your work life and your personal life, but most important the big daunting line between you and your crush of nearly two years now, dokyeom. 

it's funny, it really is, given how much time you've spent riling yourself up over him, telling yourself that he should retain the role he always had in your life: the older brother figure. because dokyeom's heart-warmingly kind, no even more so– blood-curdingly kind, painfully nice to everyone he meets, patient beyond imagination. he's worse than any nice guys you've met, simply because he fits the archetype too well to be real. 

"don't you get tired?" you ask him, when he shows up at your door, clutching bags of take-out food, no doubt after hearing from your mom how you haven't had a chance to eat. yet, you'd emphasized to her after you'd made the mistake of letting her know you were too busy to cook. 

"shouldn't i be asking you that?" dokyeom grunts as he lets himself into your house, familiar with the place like the back of his hand. "i know mr. ko called you in and gave you an earful for missing the last deadline, but that's no excuse to skip meals."

okay, worth mentioning is the fact that while you knew dokyeom since childhood thanks to the fact that you grew up in the same household, you'd also ended up moving to the city to sign a contract with the publishing company where he worked at, as an editor. it was half a coincidence, because you can't say you sought out the company simply on its merits. 

you sigh as you stretch out a crick in your neck, "i'm not doing this because mr. ko told me to. i'm fine, i'm just trying to clear up my schedule before the end of the year. god knows i don't want to be working on new year's eve."

"and you won't," dokyeom takes off his coat, revealing a light blue sweater underneath, one that you've grown fond of. it's a sweet sweater, for a sweet man. 

"well, thanks, anyway. for the food. sorry if my mom pestered you into doing this."

"i don't want to hear a word out of you till you've eaten."

you obey him silently, taking out the lukewarm bánh mì from its bag and starting to eat. dokyeom watches with a slight smile, noting how your hair was in a ponytail, a rare occurrence. just another indication that you were forcing yourself to work too hard. 

"what am i going to with you…" he muses to himself, slowly tidying up the mess on your writing corner. the little wooden table you'd spent hours studying and testing before buying, is crowded with stationery and a few notebooks. your laptop sits blank, screen indicating that it was close to dying. dokyeom brushes off the stray balls of napkins off and into the small trashcan next to the chair, followed by all the tiny eraser dust particles. he's just plugged in your laptop when he hears you call out his name softly. 

"hmm?" he calls back. "you want some coffee?" you ask and when dokyeom arches a brow at you, you wave your empty hands, "i'm done eating! can a girl not want a warm liquid post-meal?"

"fine, fine. i'll have some, thanks." he laughs as you glare at him, mumbling incoherencies about him. 

"oh, right, i almost forgot to tell you," dokyeom pulls out his phone, ten minutes later when the two of you are settled on the couch, waiting for your steaming mugs to settle down a little. "there's a department-wide party this sunday, an end of year gathering or something. you should come, i hear the budget this year's crazy. it's at a fancy hotel and everything."

you narrow your eyes at dokyeom, "i don't know about that. work parties are a slog, dude. i can't stand to get drunk with the people who literally torture the creativity out of me."

"that's harsh, y/n. and an exaggeration."

"whatever…" you fiddle with the sleeves of your sweatshirt, "i… i don't even have a date. it's kind of a short notice to find someone anyway–"

"i'll be your date," dokyeom offers, faster than either of you could comprehend his response. his ears flush, "um, i mean, i'll go with you, if you don't… mind."

"why would i mind? i just thought you'd have someone to go with already," you say and when you catch the shy look on your friend's face, "unless of course, nobody's asked you. which i totally understand."

"hey! i don't want to take names but i've had to tell some people no already. so don't–"

"oh? so you rejected the people who did ask you? i thought you were too nice to do that. "

"yeah, i did. i didn't want to go with them. i don't know them well enough to guarantee they'll be fun for the entire night. plus, it's messy going with someone from work. you agree once, who's to say they'll keep asking you for life?"

"i'm someone from work, too," you point out, averting your gaze to the coffee, watching the evaporation swirl around. 

"you're different, silly," dokyeom chuckles out, arm hitting yours, "we're already messy. i knew you before work, and i'll know you long after. we're more than that, you know?"

that? whatever he meant, you find your heart soaring ever so much, "hm, i suppose you're not wrong. fine, i'll come to the party." if it's with you. 

that night you find yourself obsessing over this conversation. what did dk mean we're already messy? you were messy? you knew he didn't mean that like a bad thing but the word unsettled you anyway. your feelings for him only made it harder to listen to him objectively, especially when he says stuff like we're more than that. more than what, exactly?

– 

dokyeom's having a hell of a day, carrying around a headache he's had since this morning and a heavy to-do list that doesn't seem to be going anywhere despite the fact that he's been at his desk for about five hours now. he sits back with a grunt, taking his eyes off his screen for a moment to take a break. 

as soon as he tunes back into the physical world around him, he overhears his coworkers chatting near his desk, instant coffeee in hand. 

"yo, you're kidding! how'd you get her number finally?" ren, a newbie, elbows the man next to him. vernon, the man in question, is grinning too wide for his own good. 

"i just asked her for it. i told her i had some important doubts about her new manuscript."

"that didn't annoy her?"

"nah, y/n's chill like that. she was super nice about it, too, telling me she would love to hear from me."

ren gasps dramatically, "no way, do you think she–"

dokyeom clears his throat with a start, having had enough as an eavesdropper for the day. he stands up, making eye-contact with vernon who shoots him a nonchalant smile. it pisses dokyeom off, how wasn't he bothered? 

his headache's only getting worse so he decides to get himself something to eat while he's at it. some fresh air might help him. he shoots the pair a stiff smile as he leaves the office, hand clutching his phone a little too hard. as he gets into the elevator, he's alerted of a message.

speak of the devil, he thinks when your name pops up on his screen. am i expected to dress formal for this party? you ask. 

only if u want to :) he shoots back.

… what kind of an answer is that. 

an honest one. expectations are only as high as you want them to be.

you know i hate you right 

enough to ask me to be ur date? <3 <3 

you're befuddled on the other side of the chat, "who asked who?" you mumble, choosing to not respond to dokyeom's frustrating reply to your very genuine question. 

dokyeom, on the other hand, is feeling much better now that he's had a chance to talk to you. where you're reserved about your feelings for him, dokyeom really couldn't be more transparent about them. or so he thinks. but really, he's convinced he couldn't be clearer about how he feels about you– instantaneous responses to your texts, making sure you eat on time, corresponding with your mom to reassure her of your good health, careful attention to what you're into at the time so he can buy you the things you refuse to splurge on. 

to dokyeom, this was the clearest confession of his love for you. the only reason he hasn't vocalized it in person is because he doubts any good would come out of it. he's more than happy with the relationship he has with you, a safe enough distance but a warm closeness anyway. besides, he's pretty certain you think of him as more of a brother than anything. an older brother figure you've known since you were children. better to keep things the way they were. right?

– 

dokyeom's increasily unsure about his convictions to keep things the same. maybe it had something to do with the fact that you look breathtaking tonight. you're adorned in the prettiest pink dress, eyes sparkling more than usual thanks to the glitter you'd dabbed on and hair cascading down to your shoulders in curls that has him a little weak in the knees.

he does visibly gape at you when you greet him at the door with a small smile. he's flustered enough to be out of words so you're left speaking to a shell of him. "hey, you're a little earlier than i imagined. i'm almost ready. come in though." 

when he stands still despite your invitation, you frown. "dokyeom?" he bites his lip as he comes to and nods, walking in after you. "you good?"

"yeah, just a little nervous."

"nervous?" 

"you look really pretty," he musters, reddening when your eyes widen at his honest confession, "i'm a little dizzy." the two statements are correlated but you don't pick up on that, instead becomes concerned. you take his arm and your cold touch on his arm only sends him further down his dazed condition.

"dizzy? that's no good. come sit," you pull him to the couch, making him take a seat. god, dokyeom thinks he's dreaming when you touch his cheek, "do you need medicine? warm tea? water?"

he clears his throat, "n-no, i'm fine," he lets himself fall against the cushions, closing his eyes against the rush in his veins. "just– you should go get ready. i'll be back to normal soon."

you look at him in confusion for a prolonged few seconds before giving up and doing as he said. when you come back, you have a lip gloss and heels on. "okay," you announce to the back of dokyeom's head, "i'm ready, dk."

he sits up quickly, head clearing up now. he turns around to you and smiles a cheerful smile that is much more like him. "alright! let's go!" 

you watch him warily anyway, all the way to his car. "ah, your hair–" you reach out to the back of his head where some hair stuck out from his earlier meltdown. gently, you brush the disturbances away, fingers swift in their adminstrations. dokyeom thinks he might break down again, the gesture making him feel giddy all over again. it doesn't help when he feels your warm breath on his neck when you sigh, returning to your seat. "ok, no more hair casualities, we are set to go."

dokyeom can't afford to look up at you so he simply starts the car, keeping his head straight so he can drive the both of you to the venue safely. 

being in a room bustling with people he knows really helps dokyeom, for as soon as you reach the hall, he takes off in a rush, something about having to greet everyone that's important. you don't know to feel about his flight but you manage to shrug it off, trusting him enough to know he'll be back before long. 

you station yourself near the refreshments, finding yourself a flute of champagne and some hors d'oeuvres to keep you company while dokyeom does what he does. you find yourself mildly enjoying yourself, people-watching all sorts of groups and downing your second serving of champagne, when you're joined by someone. 

it's kitty, a coworker you're less than fond of, thanks to her loud mouth and overwhelming beauty. she's dressed in an immaculate white dress, face glowing even in the harsh light as she smiles at you. "y/n!"

"kitty," you acknowledge her with a cordial nod of your own, hoping this wouldn't take too long.

"how've you been? you look much better than the last time i saw, so not too bad i hope!"

your smile sours, "i'm fine, kitty. nice to see you're feeling as chatty as usual." 

"i am! what better ocassion than a party to be social," she remarks pointedly and you contain a sigh. kitty was an important coworker, unfortunately for you, with her in charge for your public image and general likeability. it really should be criminal how little she likes you for someone who has to make sure you appeal to the masses. 

"i didn't even think i'd see you around. you have a date?"

"i'm here with dokyeom, yeah." 

this seems to startle kitty, because she's speechless for a moment. "dokyeom? he said yes to you?"

ignoring whatever undertones of disbelief kitty's giving off, you roll your eyes, "it was more that he forced me to come with him, but yeah, sure, however you wanna say it." 

"wow, dokyeom's really kind to do that. he even turned me down. he must really treasure your friendship."

now you've had enough of her insinuations, so you cut the chat short. "sorry, kitty, i need to use the bathroom. excuse me." 

you break away from her, feeling the weight of her glare at your aloofness. you really don't care for her snarky remarks usual, long-accustomed to the kind of gossip she likes to generate. but tonight, your tolerance was low. you didn't want to think about why dokyeom asked you to come to the party, and you certainly didn't want kitty's suggestions marinate in your mind. but it's too late, you feel your chest tighten at the thought of dokyeom feeling pity for you, asking you to come because that's just how kind he was, and you, his best charity case. 

dokyeom spots you from across the room where he's eventually recovered from his weak condition. he feels guilt spike through his veins when he sees you storm away from kitty, who's no doubt spewed some obnoxious nonsense to make you leave the room with that tense expression of yours.

he excuses himself from his conversation to run off after you, managing to catch you as you leave the hall. 

"y/n!" he calls out, catching ahold of your shoulder. "where are you going?" 

you stop, startled by dokyeom's interception. you slowly turn around, trying your best to neutralize your expression. "um, just using the bathroom. i drank that champagne a little too fast." 

"oh, you sure you're okay? i saw you talking to kitty earlier and i know how frustrating she can be."

you laugh mirthlessly, "i'll be okay as long as i don't run into her in the next five months or so." you turn away, presumably toward the washroom. you'd hoped your explanation would be enough to soothe dokyeom's curiosity but then you hear him follow after you. 

"dk?"

"i'll go with you."

"to the washroom?" 

"uh, yeah. i'll walk you in case you can't find your way back."

"they have signs everywhere and the party's in the biggest hall here– i– whatever, i need to pee too bad to argue with you right now." 

from thereon, dokyeom doesn't leave your side for a second. you don't know what to think of it but you don't complain because your mood's much better when you spend your time by his side, shitting on the ocassional passerby and laughing at each other's jokes. 

dokyeom regrets leaving you by yourself in the first place, especially because he's almost too certain that kitty had told you he'd turned her invitation down. it was awkward to even look at her, let alone talk to her. but then again, she's never been one to care about other people's comfort because about halfway into the night, you spot her trailing back to your table with a few people following her. 

the group crowds your table and you find yourself pressed against a stranger who no doubt works with kitty. he shoots you a sleazy smile and you're grateful when you feel dokyeom subtly pull you closer toward him with a hand around your waist. what you don't expect is him to leave him arm there, draped down your back, finger resting against the small of lower back, sending chills up your spine.

"hey, you two! what're you upto, you've been stuck to this table for the entire night," kitty laughs. 

dokyeom notices vernon among the group, much to his chagrin, smiling at you boyishly. you wave back at vernon with a soft chuckle, thankful that not everyone in this crowd was a snoozefest. 

"just talking," is dokyeom's curt response. "are y'all enjoying the party?" he adresses the larger group, making it a point to not look at kitty. 

"i wish there was more real food," someones pipes in with a grunt and people laugh in agreement. 

"the wine's really good though. expensive stuff," vernon points out, looking at the wine glass propped between you and dokyeom. 

"yeah, it's maybe the best thing about this party," you chime in with a smile. before dokyeom can somehow bring up the fact that he'd been drinking out of the same glass as you, ren gasps out loud, "oh my god, guys, the mistletoe man's back!"

you look around in confusion and find a man dressed in green overalls walking around with some mistletoe stuck his chest, neatly tied with a red ribbon stuck to his chest. "the fuck?" you mumble out and dokyeom laughs at your bewilderment. "it's a stupid tradition," dokyeom says softly to you, "heard someone say it's to foster closer connections between workers."

"by forcing them to kiss?" you whisper back with a grimace as you watch a pair break away from their kiss with bitter expressions. it's fine though because they look at each other's disgust and break into laughter, their table cheering them on. 

"i think it's cute!" kitty remarks, watching the man as he turns around from a few tables over.

"shit, i think he's coming over here," ren curses. "why's that a bad thing?" kitty questions, smiling, eyes glued to the side of dokyeom's face. you might gouge your eyes out one of these days. you're too busy ignoring the ruckus kitty's causing with her frantic giggles as the mistetoe man approaches her. but then he goes past her and she goes silent, eyes coming to still behind you. that's when you realize the mistletoe man's standing square between you and dokyeom. 

you turn around to the man with wide eyes but he simply smiles, "the mistletoe man knows when he sees two lovers!" you don't know what he means till you become aware of dokyeom's arm around you. he pulls away in surprise and his face is red when you look up at dokyeom. 

"this is stupid," you murmur, hoping he'll agree and you wouldn't have to participate in this tradition.

"kiss! kiss! kiss!" ren starts a chant and everyone but kitty and vernon is quick to join in. dokyeom looks bewildered at the unison, and he looks at you, then down at your lips. "we don't have to do this," he comforts you.

"do you want to?" you ask him under your breath. you feel yourself flushing. 

"i'll do it if you want to."

you hate how agreeable dokyeom is sometimes, wishing he would decide for you, for this once. you don't want to think about all the eyes on you, the whispering that's no doubt been reignited. everyone knows you and dokyeom have been friends and maybe something more for years now, but to witness conclusive proof is thrilling to them. 

you feel frozen with the weight of the decision upon you. but then kitty opens her stupid mouth, "ah, dokyeomie, you don't have to do something you don't want to–" 

that spurs you on, you find yourself pressing yourself against dokyeom, raising yourself to his height so you can press your lips to his. he meets you halfway, as if he'd been waiting for you to do exactly this, his large hand finding your cheek so he can seal the deal. 

this goes without saying, you've never kissed dokyeom before, but the way it feels so natural has you questioning if this really was the first time. his lips are pillowy against yourself, his breath hitting your face sweetly when you finally pull away. his eyes are hooded like you've never seen them and you really wish you could memorize this feeling, ingrain it into your mind for later. 

but the moment breaks when you hear the table around you erupt with all kinds of reactions. you don't care to look though, too busy with your own reaction to handle. your heart's fluttering but your eyes feel watery when you pull away from dokyeom. you don't know what to think of all the lines you've been worrying about, the line between you and dokyeom cracking the moment you leaned into his lips. 

–

dokyeom's scared for his life right now. after the chaos around you settled a little, you'd looked at him and quietly asked if he could drive you home right now. he'd been quick to agree, following you out of the door without bidding anyone goodbye. but you're silent the entire walk to his car, not answering him when he asks if you're okay. 

now that you're settled in the car, he pauses before starting the engine. "y/n," he starts softly. you focus on your breathing, staring down at your hands blankly. "i'm sorry."

this makes you look up at him, mouth slightly ajar. "...why are you sorry?" you ask quietly, lips set in a narrow line.

"i– that must have made you uncomfortable. i didn't know what else to–"

"i was the one who kissed you," you comment, looking away and out the window, hands now fists in your lap. dokyeom watches as you tuck some stray strands of hair behind your ear, "i should be sorry."

should be, because you weren't a bit sorry about the kiss. the circumstances that caused it? sure. but the kiss itself wasn't something you would undo. 

dokyeom doesn't know what to say because there's so much to say. where does he even start? "i thought you always saw me as a… brother." 

"what?" your eyes hold a sea of disbelief in them but then as you blink back at a solemn dokyeom, you think it's not that crazy for him to think that after all. "well, i used to. how could i not? mom had drilled it into my system to rely on you like you were family."

dokyeom hums, "...and?"

"i mean, i clearly don't think… i don't have the feelings of a sister toward you," you mumble, your cheeks on fire when you hear your poor phrasing. "if i did, it would be a problem that i wanted to kiss back there."

"you did?" dokyeom gapes and you look at him with a slight tilt of your head. "i– obviously!" you tell him. 

he swallows, "wow. i don't even know what to think–" it's his turn to look at his hands that are trembling, "honest to god, i've never harboured anything but romantic feelings for you, y/n." he says this, head lowered as if in shame, ears revealing how embarassed he was. "i love your mother, but i swear she wanted to kill me the way she encouraged you to call me your brother when you were out with me." 

you grimace, holding back a chuckle, "i'm sorry…" 

"don't be," dokyeom sounds truly defeated, as if the work of hiding his feelings from you had finally caught up with him. "i'm sorry i didn't make myself clearer sooner. never imagined we'd talk about this because we got bullied into our first kiss."

you sigh, nodding as you mutter an agreement. dokyeom rises from his slouch slowly, coming to lock eyes with you. one of his hands comes to rest atop your own fist, prying it open so that you were holding his. you feel warm beyond imagination, feeling like you might burst open with the intensity of your feelings for dokyeom, wondering how you'd ever managed to keep them secret. 

"can…" you stop, voice hoarse, licking your lips nervously, "will you kiss me? for real this time?"

it doesn't take dokyeom a moment's hesitation to close the distance betwen you, his soft lips back on yours, not soon enough for you to get used to the gentle saccharine daze that overcame you. your unoccupied hand card through his hair, similar to a few hours ago when you'd been fixing it, but this time dokyeom lets out the mewl he'd been contatining last time.

he pulls away with a somewhat grunt, eyes starry, "there's no way you didn't know what your were doing." you look back at him, a little breathless with a look of complete confusion. 

he sighs, giving in and rest his head against yours, "when you were fixing my hair earlier, i thought i'd die of a heart attack. finally give up and move on from you, if only in death."

"don't say that, dk," you scold him, hands around him in concern, "and i don't understand why– i mean i feel like we've touched… in other ways before so–"

"i don't know either!" he exclaims, "i just– you looked so fucking gorgeous tonight and then you kept being oblivious to how obviously down bad i am for you– i just couldn't."

"hey, you weren't obvious if i didn't know! that's unfair…" you mumble, looking away with flushed cheeks. it didn't make sense to you.  but dokyeom simply laughs into your shoulder, pulling you into a hug, not much of a change for your dynamic. you'd hugged dokyeom countless times before but now you feel unimaginably closer to him, like you were actually holding him, the entirety of him in your arms. it was incredible, the warmth that blossomed inside you in the silence that surrounded you. it was love.

love shows up even in the early mornings when you're with dokyeom. he'd slept over after your date last night, when you'd insisted you would be too lonely to sleep if he promptly took off (like a gentleman, he commented). you'd laid in bed till 2 am, kissing and talking the night away, his hands finding their indents underneath your worn-out tee. 

you wake up to his nose snuggled in your neck, breathing softly in slumber, hair sticking out every which way. you can't help the loving giggle that leaves you, making him stir in his sleep, arm coming to sit atop your bare stomach. 

"sweet boy," you mumble, placing a kiss atop his forehead and watching in awe as his brown eyes come to life at the action. "you awake?" you jokingly ask but dokyeom responds with a groggy grunt, smiling with fluttering eyes. 

you run a finger through his hair. he groans, "don't wake up yet." you laugh, stroking a strand behind his ear, "but i'm already–" 

he cuts you off with a pout, "no, don't wake up, love. please, want to sleep some more." 

you sigh and shift impossibly closer to him. "all right, then. can't argue with that logic." 

with that, you doze off again. how you manage to fall right back asleep is beyond you, though it might have something to do with the fact that dokyeom's presence brings you a serenity you didn't know you could feel, a feeling that's better than the soft comforter that he himself had picked out for your bed. his arms hold you close, the sweetness melting your heart the whole time you dream, dreaming of dokyeom and of love.

[beautification-tales]

The Farmer’s Daughter

A Getting Fit Tale

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bursonafied]

Vampire simpbur would be most pathetic loser ever I think maybe

-🍡 anon !! :3

OHH MY GOSH YES!! He would be so pathetic and cold all the time… he would just want you to hold him so he could feel warm… and probably some of your blood too

I love him sm :(

ALSOOOO sorry it’s late! I got busy with classes and other things… I’m working on all requests! I have a doc with all of them on it and I’ll do my best to post one at least once a week. :)

Thank you soso much to my friend honey-with-tea for helping me come up with ideas and inpso for my piece :)

Warnings: blood, biting

Pairing: vamp!wilbur x gn!reader

Pronouns: you/yours

*not proofread*

"Please, y/n…” Wilbur begs, following you around the dim flat like a lost puppy. Ever since he’d revealed to you that he was a vampire, (crazy, right?), he would not stop pestering you. “Just a taste!” He would whine, wanting nothing more than a taste of you. your blood would be like liquid rubies to him. Like a fine wine of the highest cost.

The juxtaposition between his height and his intimidating energy was pretty comedic. Standing at a solid 5’4 seemingly made him even more pathetic. He looked like he should be taller, right?

“No! I don’t know how many times I have to say it. I swear to god, Wilbur. I had a long day at work. Someone’s dog threw up on me after waking up from surgery.” You complain, hurrying to your room to change out of your work clothes, putting on a pair of comfy pajama pants and a t-shirt. You shut the door behind you, and Wilbur just whines behind it. “Seriously?” He groans and you can her him stomp away. You step out of your room, running your fingers through your hair. your room was the only place you could get privacy in your shared place.

Wilbur is immediately beside you again.

“You’re.. pathetic.” You mumble to him. He rolls his eyes yet still follows you. He figured that bothering you would be the only way to get you to say yes. You go to the kitchen to start your dinner, and while Wilbur can eat things other than blood, but nothing could satiate his hunger for it. you start up a pot of water, taking out the pasta and sauce, then grab some frozen meatballs from the freezer. It was a simple meal and you were too tired to make something complicated. As you stir in the pasta, you feel Wilbur creep up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist. You freeze for a moment, but sigh loudly as you feel his breath on the side of your neck. He could practically hear the blood flowing through your veins. You shake your head.

“Wilbur.” You say sternly. “Don’t you dare bite me.” He listens to that much. Instead, he leans close and licks a stripe up your neck, stopping up by your ear. You shiver beneath his touch and turn your head.

“What? I listened.” He speaks in a low, snarky tone. You glance down to his mouth. his fangs. If he wasn’t a vampire that wanted to drain you of your life, maybe you’d be attracted to him. Maybe you already were, and just refused to believe it.

“You’re a pain.” “You love me.” You share a short exchange before it falls silent again. “Whatever.” You add before stirring the pasta, allowing it to boil. You cook the rest of your dinner and happily plate it, eager to dig in. You make a plate for Wilbur, just in case. You hear some light chuckles from Will before he turns to sit at the table.

Now, a few minutes later, you two sit silently at the table. You scroll through social media as you eat. Wilbur sort of pushes the food around on the plate and nibbles on a meatball, but his gaze is mostly on you.

He watches your neck, the way it moves when you swallow. The way your collarbones seemed so prominent and bite-able. He scratches at his hands, his nails scratching harshly along his skin to leave red marks. He was hungry, starving! He could barely contain it! He stares at you for a second before he stands up, the chair he sat in flies back and bangs against the wall.

“I’ll be back!” He shouts, hurrying to the bathroom. You watch him for a moment, then hesitantly turn back to your food. Suddenly, you’re not hungry. You dump the plate as well as Wilbur’s, since you know damn well he wouldn’t eat any of that. Meanwhile, Wilbur stares into the sink as his stomach cramps, he turns on the cold water and runs it over his pale hands, then splashes it over his face. He stands up and stares at himself. His hunger only increased. He would grow weaker if he continued to refuse to eat even mortal food. Would he have to resort to his vampiric tendencies and go out during the night, scouring the streets for any poor soul who happened to be alone and were weak and too nervous to fight back? Or, would you finally give in? It wasn't that hard! Was it? No! Wilbur groans. He shuts off the sink and takes a breath before slapping himself lightly to psych himself out. “Come on Wilbur. Be better, fuckin’ creep.” He mutters to himself before going back out to the living room, where you’re sat on the couch.

“Sorry! Had an emergency!” He smiles at you, but you only blink a few times out of confusion and stand up. “What happened…? You were fine five minutes ago.” “Oh! You know. Drank a lot of water today.” He lies, and you easily catch on. Curse you for paying such close attention to him. “You never drink water, you damn liar.” You cross your arms and shift your weight on your feet. Wilbur gulps, shaking his head. “I felt like it today.” “God you think I’m stupid.” You scoff with a disbelieving laugh. “What?? When did I ever say I thought you’re stupid?” Wilbur shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing with confusion. “You didn’t have to say it!” You retort, “You thinking your lie would work said enough.” You cross your arms over your chest and Wilbur puts his hands up in defense. “Okay, whatever. Sorry.” He mumbles. “It’s always sorry with you. Either sorry or, ‘can I please have some of your blood? Can I please have a taste? Just a bit?” Wilbur seems to shrink into himself and his face flushes, if that was even possible for him. Could vampires blush? “It’s pathetic and embarrassing! I don’t get it. Maybe the fact you—“ You pause and take a long breath.

“Wilbur.” You say after a long silence. There was only one way to get him to stop begging, and that was just to give him what he wanted. He looks up from his shameful slump and looks at you. “…yeah?” His voice is as small as his height. What a loser. “Shut the fuck up, and I’ll let you,, um, I’ll let you.. feed.” Wilbur’s eyes instantly light up. He nods rapidly and does his silly little hand-flaps he does when excited. “Yes! Really?? Oh, thank you!I’ll never ask again!!” He says, absolutely elated that you finally agreed. You take a deep breath and approach him, his eyes glimmering. “Just... don’t make it awkward.” You practically beg, not wanting it to be weird as he quite literally feeds of your blood. What am I saying,,, of course it would be weird! Your roommate would be just drinking your blood. “I’ll do my best,” He chuckles nervously and approaches you. “Are you sure this is okay?” He asks, nervously fidgeting with is hands. You shift your weight awkwardly on your feet before nodding. “As long as you leave me alone when you’re done.” “Of course.”

Another moment of awkward silence… it seemed like there were a lot of those lately.

“I…” he pauses, nervously tapping his fingers against your shirt. “Your wrist.” He says after a moment. “What?” You ask, tilting your head. “It— it’ll hurt less. And um, won’t be as much blood. Like, imagine just getting a blood sample at the doctor.” You could tell Wilbur was growing nervous. He never really expected you to say yes to… this. “Oh, right.” You whisper and nod, holding out your wrist. He grabs your arm and guides you to the couch, sitting you down, “Just incase you get.. dizzy.” He runs his thumb over the blue vein that ran along your arm, displaying the precious liquid he’s craved for so long.

His breathing picks up as he lifts your arm to his mouth. He shudders as he can feel the heat radiating off your body, and his mouth waters. He can’t take it anymore. You notice his grip tighten on your arm. “Go ahead.” You whisper after a second. Wilbur nods and then finds the perfect spot, the pulse of your wrist. He opens his mouth and without warning, sinks his fangs right into your vein. Making sure his teeth went deep enough to draw blood. You gasp at the pain, flinching slightly despite expecting it. Wilbur pulls his mouth away for a second and allows some of the blood to pool before sticking out his tongue and lapping up the blood, humming with contentment as he licks up each and every drop. You see the blood, the way it smears over his tongue and lips as he messily drinks it up. your breathing picks up, uneven. He slows down and looks up so his eyes meet yours. You two hold eye contact, Wilbur’s tongue slips out and slides along your skin, stopping the blood that beads up every time he pulls away. Your hand finds it was to his chin, light cupping it as he holds your forearm. “What’re you-“ he whispers, his face lifting from your arm so it was more level with yours. “I— I just..”you shake your head, not so sure what had taken over you. “Is this going to.. change me? You know… like..” You gesture to the bite marks on his neck that were poorly hidden with makeup, and he tilts his head. “Uh- um-“ he stutters out, shrugging. “I don’t know..” He whispers nervously. “I hope you do.” his voice is quiet. “Because I would love to spend the rest of time with you.”

Your eyes widen and your face seem to burn. The stinging in your wrist fades right before Will glances down at it once more. The blood was pooling, threatening to drip over your wrist and right onto the grey couch. You tilt his head back up to meet your gaze again. “You.. want to stay, with me?” Your voice is a bit shaky, head tilting. “Ye— yeah.” Wilbur’s gaze holds yours, he leans closer. And closer, and closer. “I don’t think I would want to spend my life with anyone else.” He adds. Just another inch, he thinks. You swallow the saliva filling your mouth, feeling slightly sick as the blood still spills from your wrist. You have no words for Will. Nothing to say in response to his sudden confession. Not that you had the chance to, because as soon as you went to speak, his lips collide with yours. You momentarily forget the feeling of blood running down toward your fingers as you feel his cold lips on yours. They’re cold, but soft. Softer than you expected. It’s slow at first but soon he scoots himself further, his lips part and his tongue hungrily presses to your lips. He’s practically begging to let him in. So, you do. You part your lips and are instantly met with the metallic taste of your own blood. Your hand moves from his chin to hold his cheek, your blood spreading across his face, in the shape of your hand. The kisses spread, his lips moving down your neck where he simply kisses your skin, but after a moment, his teeth graze your throat. his breath is hot and wet against your skin. You let out a quiet, choked sound at the feeling. Your stomach twists into knots and you can feel the emotions you’ve packed away rushing through your veins, almost at the same speed as your blood pumping through them.

“Do it,” you whisper, tilting your head back a bit. “Please..” You nearly beg, and he nods, smirking against your skin. It’s another second before you feel his fangs sink into your neck. he makes sure it’s higher up on your carotid artery so it bleeds less, hopeful you would turn, joining him in immortality. His teeth remain in your skin and your hands begin to tremble with the pain that’s followed by pleasure. Your eyes pinch shut tightly, ignoring the pain as best you can. He soon pulls away and sweetly licks away the blood before kissing the area.

You aren’t sure how long it’s been since the first bite, nor what time it was now. But Wilbur was fed and happy, so that’s what really mattered.

He comes back with a towel and glass of water for you, wiping up any of the left over blood that began to dry on your skin. You sip the water and lean back against the couch. As soon as he’s done, Wilbur sets down the towel and curls up next to you, looking up at you with loving eyes. “Thank you.” He whispers, running his fingers over the bite marks on your neck. “Hm?” You hum, looking over to him. “For.. letting me bite you and stuff.” You smile and nods, It wasn’t as big of a deal as you initially thought. “Anything to get you to stop whining.” You tease, and he just grins before rolling his eyes. “Whatever, you seemed to like it.” You couldn’t deny that so you remain silent. Wills arms snake around your waist and he pulls himself close to you. “You excited? Get to deal with me for all of eternity now.” He teases with an obnoxious kiss to the cheek. You nod.

“I can’t wait.”

[negansfavlucille01]

INNOCENCE Pt. 1

Negan × innocent reader (female)

Warnings: Mention of erection, weird liquid tasting

Note: I'm sorry for not posting, but I didn't know how to finish this. I decided I'll make a part two and maybe three if yall want. I have. Some drafts, so I'll upload more. Also I met people who don't like Jeffrey. UNBELIEVABLE. 😒

Quiet footsteps filled the hallway. Her bare feet touched the ground as she made her way to the room she knew only she was allowed in. Negan's room. It was late at night, probably around one am. Maybe two. She couldn't sleep. She tried everything. Reading a book, hot tub to relax and help her sleep. Nothing. And if there was one thing she knew for sure, that was that only he was gonna help her. The door opened slowly. It was dark. Light soft snores were filling the room. She could almost see him. Almost. His leather jacket was on the chair next to the bed. Knowing the room like the back for her hand, she knew where to step, shaking him gently once she got to him.

"Hm?" His voice was deep, almost harsh as he hadn't realized it was her yet. He sat up. "Someone better be fucking dying..."

"I... I can't sleep..." That was all she needed to say to be pulled in his arms once again. His touch was soft, making her snuggle deeply in him. He adjusted her so her head was on his chest. Her hair fell down. So pretty.

When he found her on that road, years ago, he knew he had to take her. She was a child. And he couldn't let a child die. At least not her. It took one look to know she was innocent. He had to be gentle with her, because she was special. Every single man in the Sanctuary knew she was. And if they touched her? They met Lucille. Usually, she struggled with sleeping. She was hesitant to go to Negan the first night, but he was so understanding. He made sure she fell asleep before he did.

This time it was different.

When he went to wrap an arm around her, he felt no shirt. Her skin was soft. (He imagined laying his head on her belly and then felling asleep, but he couldn't) "What the.." He quickly slid the sheet off and turned the lamp on the nightstand. She was wearing just a bra and shorts. "Where the fuck is your shirt at?"

"It was very hot in my room..." She looked up at him, her big doe eyes shining at him. He couldn't resist it. He couldn't be mad.

"You know you can catch a cold, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry..."

"Go to sleep."

Y/N rolled on her side, but before Negan could turn off the light, she saw something. "Negan, I think you spilled some milk on your sheet.."

His eyes widened when he saw her pointing at a white stain on the black sheet. He forgot to clean it up. "Yeah, probably.." He chuckled nervously.

Reaching her hand to the thing, Y/N touched it with her finger and brought it to her mouth, tasting it. "It tastes weird.. Like salt.." She stated.

"I'll clean it up in the morning, just... go to sleep." She nodded and laid back down

It was around five am when she shook him awake. Negan sat up, looking at her with confusion once again. "What now?"

"Something is poking me, Negan.." She pointed at the now painfully hard erection he had in his boxers. "Is that normal? What is it? Did something sneak into your pants?"

"It's normal, go to sleep." He interrupted her before she comes ask more questions.

"I can't.."

"And why the fuck not?"

"I'm curious about something..." She looked into his eyes before her own traveling down to his chest hairs. "A few weeks ago, I heard some of your men talking.."

"About what?" He brushed the strand of hair behind her ear.

"But I can't.."

She stayed silent for a few minutes before looking back at his eyes and licking her lip. "What's sex?"

Part 2?

[cevans-is-classic]

"You think you're all cool and mysterious but we both know if you removed your helmet you'd have no idea how to maintain eye contact."

He'd only been awake for ten minutes, and already you were having your morning rant.

Grogu followed you back and forth his ears wiggling as he mimicked your movements.

Djarin watched.

"I keep being told to 'control my face' whenever someone says something stupid, but I know, I know, you have no room to talk. You stand there with your hip propped, your armor all shiny, that helmet tipped to the side. You could be asleep! I know you've been asleep! Are you asleep now? Are you? It's early still."

Today is going to be one of those days.

Djarin held back a sigh, leaned down to pick up Grogu, "Morning to you too."

A withering look, "I've been awake for hours."

"Of course." He'd grown accustomed to you coming and going every few months.

Welcomed the times you could stay and thanked you profusely when you'd watch his homestead when they couldn't return for days.

Right now he's contemplating if he should have let Karga introduce the two of you.

"I had another dream."

That was something he'd never grow used to.

Grogu taught him what the force was. He'd seen the beauty of it — watched it be used to heal and save people as well as allow his son to reach the snacks he shouldn't be eating.

The force was the strongest hold the galaxy had and who could wield it — they were attuned to a way of life no other could understand.

Even with that knowledge he'd never knew there could be other — abilities.

Until you.

Until Karga called him to the main city and asked him to help protect you.

The dreams were a gift.

A gift that cost you pieces of your mind.

(That's what he believes anyway.)

"What kind of dream?"

Grogu settled in his chair, large eyes following Djarin as he put together a small breakfast for the youngling. He sat a bowl of broth in front of him, holding the spoon until Grogu grabbed it with a cooing frown.

"We talked about you trying." He pouted more but took the spoon.

"I saw a man."

"Ooo-ap." Grogu cooed again, reaching for the bowl of broth with his spoon waving towards it.

Djarin pushed the bowl closer, "A man?"

"He moved through many room. His person ever changing — a prince, a monster, a father, a villan — a man choked by smoke. He walked from face to face until they all blended together."

You once dreamt that a Fosibird would take flight over Nevarro — Fosibirds were extinct. Djarin assumed you'd exaggerated your dream and rolled your words off his shoulder.

The following week, a merchant purchased a Fosibird egg in attempts to create a statue of it, and as it laid in the hearth, the creature came to life.

He'd become weary of your dreams after that.

Learned what was prophetic and what was vivid telling of other people's lives.

Grogu finished his broth, the spoon still waving, while liquid dripped from his mouth.

Djarin felt his lips flatten out in an attempt at holding back laughter.

You used a cloth to wipe at his mouth and Grogu gurgled in response.

"What did you get from the dream?"

That had you standing still.

He'd once describe your eyes as a galaxy of their own. Far far away from where the rest of them stood.

Bo-Katan had rolled her eyes but he hadn't been attempting to flatter you. He'd been truthful about his thoughts.

"I dreamt it was you."

Grogu stopped waving the spoon and looked between the both of you.

"Of me?"

"Yes."

"Is that why you were mumbling about my facial expressions?"

A little frown furrowed your brow, "Yes. You have very expressive eyes — they tell a story."

"You don't know what my eyes look like."

For a moment he felt like that was a lie.

"Din Djarin," You took the spoon from Grogu and moved the bowl towards the sink, "I've never seen your face but I've seen you. Expressive eyes."

Djarin shook his head, "What if I don't have eyes?"

"I'm crazy not stupid. Oh, he threw up."

Grogu's mouth was covered in yellow colored spittle.

Djarin cursed rose and lifted his son from his chair to carry him to the sink, "You ate before breakfast didn't you?"

His large eyes darted to you and you shrugged, "I told you. I'd been up for hours."

Maybe you were right about his facial expressions. He knew if he didn't have his helmet on the look he was giving, he could kill with it.

The smile you gave him could bring others back to life.

Pedro Masterlist

Galaxy Eyes Masterlist

[spirallingintothevoid71]

She knew I was painfully shy... and took advantage of it.

I was sitting at a table at the reunion, not really in the conversation. I found myself glancing over at her a few times, but couldn't bring myself to speak to her.

I was a bit shocked when she was suddenly standing next to me. She took the empty chair, immediately jumping into the conversation.

Seemingly paying no attention to me, she placed a hand on my thigh. I looked at her, but she never even glanced my way.

She continued talking to the others, while her hand moved up and down my thigh, expertly massaging the growing bulge there. When I was on the verge of whimpering out loud, she removed her hand, placed a piece of paper on my lap, and excused herself.

It took me a full two minutes before I could open the paper and read it. My hands, and legs, were shaking too much.

"Come to the old oak tree"

I waited two more minutes, finished my almost previously untouched drink for some liquid courage, and made my way there.

I didn't see her at first. I almost walked away, when she beckoned to me from behind the tree. She smiled as I made my way around it, standing in front of her. It took me a moment to realize that the tree was large enough that we couldn't be seen from the gathering.

Before I could say anything, ask anything, she placed a finger to my lips, quieting me. Then, to my surprise, she pulled me to her, placing my head on her shoulder. One of her hands slid gently through my hair. The other pulled me against her.

Tightly against her.

"You've always been such a good boy," she said quietly. "Will you be a good boy for me?"

The words cut through me. My body pressed tightly against her, she had to feel what those words did to me. Good boy, she'd said. Not good man. Good boy.

I shivered.

I throbbed.

I tried to speak, but words wouldn't come. She pushed my head up gently, and I nodded.

"Kneel," she said, firmly but gently. I didn't think. I simply knelt, looking up at her. Waiting.

"Kiss my heels," she commanded. I did. I wanted to do what she told me. Wanted to please her. Needed to.

After a bit, she had me kissing, licking her stockings.

The commands started coming faster after that, with more urgency. Up her leg. Beneath her skirt. Her moans getting louder as I pleasured her.

When she'd had her fill, she lifted me up and slipped her stocking clad thigh between my legs, expertly undoing my slacks. It didn't take long before I was the one moaning. She whispered in my ear as her leg moved up and down, telling me how good I was doing, how good I was being.

For her.

Within minutes, she brought me to a mind shattering orgasm using nothing but her stocking clad thigh. I exploded in a way I never had before, my mind going completely blank as she continued whispering to me.

I finally sagged against her, and she held me there, her hand running back through my hair as she told me what a good boy I'd been.

I shivered against her, her words breaking through all my barriers in my pleasure heightened state.

When I was finally able to stand on my own again, she placed her finger against my lips again and asked if I'd like to go home with her.

Again, I didn't think.

I simply nodded.

I rode in her vehicle with her. I don't know who drove. We we're in the back. Her hands casually touching me. I was concious of nothing else.

At the end of the day, she asked me if I'd like to stay the weekend. It was difficult to think.

Again I nodded.

I barely remember the weekend passing. It was simply a whirlwind of pleasure and time spent talking. She pulled all my weaknesses from me. I gave them willingly. And she used them. In ways I'd never imagined.

Always she was with me. Sometimes, we sat together. Sometimes, I lay beside her. Sometimes, I knelt before her.

At the end of the weekend, she asked me to stay the week. A fleeting voice reminded me I had a life to return to, but as she ran her fingers through my hair, that voice fell away.

Again I nodded.

She did things to me I'd never experienced before. She used her feet, her stockings, her hose to bring me to heights of pleasure I didn't think possible. My mind shuddering as much as my body. And always she whispered in my ears.

Always as she took me over the edge, she whispered those two words.

'Good boy.'

Mid week, she asked me to remove my clothing. They vanished without a trace. I stayed with her that way, embarrassed at first, at my almost constant state of arousal.

Eventually, it felt normal. Right to be that way for her. By the end of the week, I didn't think of it at all. I only thought of her.

Of pleasing her.

The week passed. I didn't even realize that the week had ended, and that another weekend had passed as well.

I slept for a bit that Sunday, exhausted from another experience with her. When I woke, I was alone. I felt a sense of panic. It was the first time I'd been without her since she'd brought me home. We'd even bathed together, our bodies never far, her hands always near.

And her whispers.

I found her waiting for me seated in her living room. She was on one seat. My clothes sat neatly folded on another.

She lifted a finger for silence and beckoned me to her, then glanced at the floor. I knelt without thought.

She glanced at my clothes, then back at me, a question on her face.

I looked at my clothes, then back at her. Back up at her. I didn't need any time to think. I answered her by nodding one last time, then laying my head on her thigh.

She slipped her stocking clad leg between mine as she ran her fingers through my hair yet again.

I think I orgasmed in that moment. I couldn't be sure. My thoughts were drifting away.

Above me, I heard her sigh contentedly, "Good boy."

I spiraled deep into the Void.

[gloomzombie]

I'll Bury You For This

Pairing: Jeff The Killer X Male Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,861

Chapter One: Smells Like Teen Spirit

August 16. 7:20 am.

The sound of my alarm blaring woke me up. I groaned and flipped over on my bed, turning the damned thing off. I hate it but it's not like anyone else is gonna wake me up.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Ah, today would be the first day of school. The first day of my senior year to be exact. God, when did I get so old? I'll be turning 18 in two months!

"Ughh," I exclaimed in a tired voice. I stood up and went to my closet, taking out some clothes. I took those to the bathroom, my mind fogged with sleep. I'm not exactly sure how I feel starting the new year.

I mean I'm gonna go through this year, then it'll be my last summer before I start college. It feels abnormal to even think about it.

I took my shower and put on my clothes afterward. I wore some skinny jeans, a random band shirt, and some accessories like necklaces and chains. I also decided to style my hair a little so I didn't look terrible. I also put on some pencil eyeliner. Liquid eyeliner is way too feminine for me.

After all that was done, I grabbed my backpack and made my way through the hallway to the kitchen. I took out a chocolate chip muffin I bought yesterday and stuffed it in my bag.

I always eat my small breakfast in school. I can't stand being here for longer than I have to. I check the time on my phone. It read 7:58 am.

Perfect. I can go now and won't be too early. I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed my keys off the kitchen counter. I stopped at the door to put my shoes on.

"You were just gonna leave without speaking to me?" My heart dropped in my chest at the sound of his voice. Shit. I finished tying my shoes and stood up straight, looking over at where it came from.

Down the hallway stood my dad, who I've recently started calling John, in a sweat-stained tank top and plaid pajama bottoms. Classic deadbeat dad fit. "Sorry. I didn't want to wake you but I also wanted to get to school a little early." I fiddled with the hem of my shirt anxiously.

My dad rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'll just call your mother to come get your stuff while you're gone. Maybe you'll be happier there since you hate me so much."

I sighed, trying not to feel anything as I repeated my recurring responses. "I don't hate you." "Why do you hate me so much? Let's talk about this because I wanna know." He stared me down, waiting by his bedroom doorway.

"I don't hate you." "Uhuh. I believe that."

I turned the doorknob, knowing if I don't leave now I'll be here for a long time. "I'm not done talking to you! Don't walk away from me when I'm speaking to you, little boy!" He yelled at me as I walked out the door.

I quickly locked the door and about ran to my bike. I picked it up and took off as fast as I could, ignoring the sound of the door slamming open.

8:18 am.

I got to school later than I wanted to, but I didn't really think much of it. I immediately went to first period, not in the mood to deal with everyone in the hallways.

I went inside and took my seat in the back. I was one of the only people in the classroom. Even the teacher wasn't in yet. I sighed, slouching in my chair.

I let my eyes wander over the classroom and rolled my eyes. I need to listen to music if I wanna get through the day. I took my phone and earbuds out of my pocket, putting the earbuds in my ears.

I played my most recently made playlist. I decided I'd save my muffin for later. I don't really have much of an appetite after this morning.

As the students packed into the room over the next few minutes, I continued listening to music until my best friend's familiar face showed up.

I smiled, turning off my music and taking out my earbuds. "Xander!" I called. He turned his head toward my direction, previously eyeing the girl he was talking to. "Hey!" He turned back and muttered something to her, to which she giggled in response.

He made his way over to me. "Shit. Honestly, I wasn't sure you'd show," He smirked, taking the seat beside me. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Could say the same thing to you."

"Touche touche. Soo did you ever get that guy's number?" He asked, lowering his voice a bit as he spoke.

I gave him a confused expression, racking my mind for what guy he could be talking about. He spoke up again while I was still thinking about who it could be.

"The guy with long hair that worked at Spencers?" Xander rolled his eyes. My expression relaxed. "Oh, him? Nah, last time I went he was with another dude and they kissed so I mean." I answered, putting my earbuds back in my backpack.

"Wellll...you could still have asked for his number," Xander wiggled his eyebrows and I punched him in the arm. "No! I'm not doing that when he was obviously with someone." I roll my eyes, exasperated by him already.

"I would have if it were a chick." "Yeah, 'cause you're a manwhore." Now it was his turn to punch me. We laughed and talked more until the teacher finally showed up.

"Sorry students, I was caught up in the teacher's lounge," Ms. Johnson cleared her throat and put her things down on her desk messily.

"Yeah, caught up with Mr. Evans," Xander said just above a whisper. The girls in the back of the room giggled. Ah, so the fangirls are already starting.

Ms. Johnson's face scrunched up a tad as she obviously heard his comment, but she ignored it. "Now, today we won't have a lesson since it's the first day, but I do have some word searches that you will be graded on." She then told someone in the front to pass the papers back.

As the papers were being passed around, people started conversations with their friends. Xander was too busy talking to the girls around us. I try to tune it out since he can be pretty gross.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder and I turned in my seat. "Hi, sorry for bothering you. I just wanted to say I really like your shirt and like- your style in general." It was a girl I had never seen before. She had an alternative style, her teased hair and many facial piercings making it obvious.

She wore all black and on the front of her shirt was a metal band logo I recognized- Aversions Crown. I had to look down at my shirt, forgetting which one I slipped on. Carnifex. "Oh, thanks. I like yours too." I gave her a nice smile. I rarely ever found people that liked metal here, the heaviest music people usually like is older rock music and the occasional Metallica song.

"Thanks! They're one of my favorites," she averted her gaze. I could tell she was flustered even under her pale makeup. "Oh! I'm sorry I forgot to tell you my name." She realized. "I'm Lily," her black lips turned up at the corners into a soft smile.

"It's fine. I'm Y/N," I smiled back at her. It'd be cool to have another actual friend. "Lilyy! Are you done talking to that cute boy yet? I still need to talk to you about what happened with you know who," a girl from a few desks away whined.

Lily covered her mouth with her hand. "Sorry about that. Talk later?" She asked. I nodded. "Yeah sure." She walked back over to the other girl and they started talking and giggling amongst themselves.

I sighed and looked back over at Xander. He was still talking to the girls that surrounded him. I never understood why he was so popular. He's an emo dude and aren't emo dudes supposed to get bullied?

He is pretty. Really pretty. But how in the hell did they think that too?

"Oh! Class, can I get your attention please?" Ms. Johnson spoke up. I looked over at her, but only a few other people did as well. "I said, can I have your attention?" She raised her voice a little and that got a majority of the class's attention.

"As you know, we don't usually get too many new students. But, this young man is an exception!" She smiled as she looked up at the "young man" beside her.

Oh? Beside her stood probably one of the prettiest guys I've seen at this school, and that's saying a lot since he had a mask on, concealing the bottom half of his face.

That got everyone's attention. "Go on, introduce yourself." His eyes slanted ever so slightly, obviously annoyed. Was it obvious or am I just paying a lot of attention to him?

"I'm Jeff. That's all you need to know about me." His gravely, deep voice caught me off guard.

Oh my GOD his voice. I inhaled sharply, sitting up a bit straighter. I need to calm down.

Ms. Johnson sighed, clearly just not wanting to deal with anything today. "Alright. Find an empty seat anywhere and finish this by the end of the day." She handed him the word search and his eyes scanned the room, probably looking for a seat.

I watched as his eyes landed on me, or rather the chair beside me then actually to me. Oh god, focus focus focus. I quickly averted my gaze to the unfinished word search on my desk, fiddling with the pencil in between my fingers.

I can't focus. His footsteps came closer and closer till it was just the sound of the plastic chair moving against the linoleum floor. I shouldn't be stressing out this much over a new guy but damn. There's something about the way he carries himself that really catches my attention...but y'know his looks help.

"Hey." I heard him speak up and I took my time to turn my head towards him, with a lot of self-control mind you. "Oh, hey." I let my eyes rest on his. I note the bluish-grey color they were.

"Saw you were eyeing the hell outta me. What was that about? You have a problem?" Jeff asked, his tone harsh and defensive. I gave him a confused expression. "No? Am I not allowed to look at you?" I asked sarcastically.

I watched his furrowed eyes soften a little. Does he like attitude or something? "Not in the way you were looking at me." He retorted, his voice laced with venom. He leaned closer to me and I could swear I could feel my face heat up.

"Listen. I'm gonna say this once and only once. Don't mess with me. I promise you, you won't enjoy what happens." Jeff's eyes pierced into mine as his words registered in my mind.

The hell? Threatening me when he doesn't even know me? 'You won't enjoy what happens.' Yeah we'll see about that.

"And what's going to happen if I do?" I retaliated. I don't like being threatened, especially by someone that doesn't know anything about me.

Jeff's eyebrow raised and he chuckled, an evil sound coming from behind his lips. "Oh, you really have no clue who you're messing with here." "Enlighten me."

"Alright, class! We have two minutes until this period is over. Gather your things and you can take your word searches. Make sure to turn them in to me before the end of the day." Ms. Johnson's voice interrupted our conversation.

"Just leave me alone if you know what's good for you." Jeff stood up quickly, picking up his bag in the same movement then walking out the door. My eyes lay on the doorway for a second.

Well, he sure is interesting. Interesting and hot, but that's not important.

10:48 am.

My next class was pretty much the same. Again, it is the first day so we didn't do much. Xander doesn't share it with me and neither did that Lily girl, so I drew most of the period.

After that class ended, I headed into the hallway. I made my way to my locker. That new kid, Jeff, was rummaging through the one beside mine. Oh great. So he took the locker that was vacant last year.

I sighed and went up to my own, unlocking it and putting my books in there that I wouldn't need right now. I couldn't help but scrunch my face at how dull it looked. I'll have to decorate it more when I can. I can't stand how boring it looks right now.

I could feel Jeff's burning gaze on the side of my head, but I ignored it. I shut my locker and made my way to third period.

I was again one of the first people there, taking a seat in the back as usual. I took a book out of my bag and picked up where I left off, tuning out the chitter-chatter and miscellaneous noises of the class.

I continued reading, getting really into the chapter, until I heard the sound of the moving of the chair sat beside mine. I look up from my book. Jeff sat there next to me, his gaze set nowhere in particular.

I let my eyes roam the room and notice something. Really? There are so many other empty chairs. After all that he said to me in first period, he's still gonna sit next to me? I couldn't help the smug expression that grazed my face. Jeff's eyes moved over to meet mine.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" he snapped. I smirked. "Well, it seems to me you're contradicting yourself." Jeff's eyebrow raised in confusion. "You threatened me just an hour ago yet," I motioned towards the chair he was sitting at, "you still choose to sit next to me."

Jeff huffed, his eyebrows knit in a tight line. "Whatever. I just like to sit in the back. Has absolutely nothing to do with you." He turned his gaze back to look in front of him as if he were thinking.

I chuckled. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, sugar." Jeff's head flung back to look at me. "The FUCK did you just call me?" He raised his voice a little, causing us to get a few looks from people.

I smirked, leaning closer just a bit. "Sugarr." I pulled back and looked back at my book, smiling at the expression the simple pet name left on his face.

12:10 pm.

After third period ended, I made my way back to my locker and put some more stuff in it for tomorrow. I took my bag with me as I made my way through the hall.

My gaze was kept at my feet. I usually keep to myself and am only ever bothered by people who somehow like me. I'm pretty sure it's just because I'm best friends with Xander though.

"Y/N?" I stopped my trip to the cafeteria and turned to look at who it was this time. It was a guy that stopped me this time, which shocked me a little bit.

It's mostly girls that stop me and won't stop giggling and smiling as they try to get me to go out with them.

"Yeah, that's me," I responded. I don't recognize him. He had fluffy brown hair and wore some baggy pants and a brown striped sweater. He was shorter than me, so I had to look down at him.

"I know you don't know me but, I've always thought you looked really cool. Do you think we could sit together at lunch?" He asked. His eyes were avoiding mine, looking down at the floor as he fiddled with his fingers. Is he really this nervous to talk to me?

"Uh.. yeah. Yeah sure," I decided it wouldn't hurt. Xander would have to suck it up if he wants me to sit with him.

I continued my walk to the cafeteria, but now with this random guy. I probably shouldn't call him random but what else would I call him when I don't know him?

We went through the doorway as we arrived at the cafe. I looked around, noticing Xander. I was planning on telling him I'd be sitting with someone else today, but I stopped myself from approaching his table.

With the way every chair at it was taken by another bleach blonde girl with self tanned skin, I have a feeling he wouldn't care one bit.

I shrugged. It doesn't surprise me. "Isn't that your friend?" The shorter male's voice spoke. I sighed. "Best friend, yeah." I kept my response short as I started to walk in the direction of an empty table.

I quickly sat in one of the chairs and the guy sat in the one directly in front of me. "Is he always an ass like that?" He muttered, which made me laugh a little.

I slid a hand through my hair, not caring if it messed up a little. "Yeah, that's just him. It doesn't really bother you after a while." I started rummaging through my backpack and pulled out my muffin and a water bottle.

"Oh, I didn't tell you my name did I?" I turned my gaze toward him as I zipped my bag back up. I shook my head and watched as his face got a little red.

He averted his gaze, biting his lip. "Sorry. I'm Gage." I took my muffin out of the wrapper as he nervously introduced himself.

It was a cute name, and it suited him very well. "Cute." I replied, voicing my thoughts aloud. I couldn't help the smile from grazing my lips as I watched his face redden and how his hand moves up to cover his mouth.

"I don't think so," Gage responds, his eyes going to mine for a split second before moving away again. I tilted my head. "Welll," I took his hand in mine and pulled it down from his face, "I think it's perfect for you."

His eyes met mine once more and he couldn't hide how red his face has gotten at this point. I chuckled and let go of his hand.

I can't ever help myself. Flirting with people is my thing. I love to make them flustered and watch as they squirm under my gaze, especially if they're pretty.

"I..Uh..." Gage looked away once more. I pulled my hand away from his and started eating my muffin. At least I'll be getting something out of this school year.

1:30pm

The rest of lunch and fourth period went by in a blur. The time I had left in lunch I spent getting to know Gage more.

He's pretty cute honestly. Not only was his appearance cute though, his personality was adorable. I think we're gonna be good friends, especially if Xander keeps distancing himself from me.

Fourth period was really boring, but math usually is. At least the work was just review work so it was really simple.

I make my way to my locker, putting my math textbook in it. I made my way to fifth period, not really paying attention to my surroundings.

My next class is history, which I'm not insanely thrilled about but I'll be alright. If it were something more interesting like Greek or Roman history I'd be all for it but it's just gonna be American history yet again.

I walked into class and made my way to the back, taking the seat closest to the window. I took my notebook out and opened it.

I started doodling, as I'm yet again early. I sighed, my thoughts elsewhere as I absentmindedly drew whatever my hand wanted to.

I continued drawing, even when the class started filling up more- and even when he sat next to me once more.

It's probably not gonna end well, drawing without thinking. If I'm not thinking, time is going by faster which means I'll be going home faster.

I let my eyes refocus onto my page, looking at what I drew. It was merely a sketch, but it wasn't too bad. It was a random person, just someone I drew easily.

The eye shape, nose shape, mouth shape, body shape...all were easy for me to draw which is why I drew it so often.

I let my eyes trail over to the desk beside mine, then to the person sitting at it. Jeff's eyes were staring down at my desk, my paper specifically.

I moved my gaze back over at my paper. I looked back at him and realized I drew someone that kind of looks like him. The hair, style, body type, eyes. The only thing different was how the person had a nose and mouth.

"Why did you draw me?" Jeff's gravely voice spoke up, as harsh as it was earlier. "I didn't mean to? I mean I can't even see the bottom half of your face dude, calm down." I rolled my eyes at his rudeness.

Seriously, why in the hell would I purposely draw him? He's not exactly the most unique looking person out there.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Look, I don't understand your obsession with me but you should stop while you're ahead." He kept his eyes locked onto mine, like he was trying to blow me up with his mind or something.

I smirked. "I think you're projecting a bit here, lovebug." Jeff's eyes widened a bit before he hit the table with his hand lightly. "The fuck is with the stupid pet names?"

His small outburst made a few people turn their heads to look at us. I didn't really mind it so why shouldn't I push a little further?

I leaned closer to him, resting my elbows on my knees as I looked up into his eyes. "Oh I think we both know the answer to that, honey."

Jeff scoffed, his eyes squinted a tad. "You can't just walk up in here looking that attractive and not expect me to react to it." I kept my smirk as his disgusted expression faded into a confused one, one of his eyebrows raised slightly.

I leaned a little closer, whispering words I didn't necessarily mean. "If we weren't in a class filled with other people right now, I'm not sure I'd be able to control myself around you." I pulled back, taking in his expression.

The way the tip of his ears reddened, and the way his eyes widened; the way he was left utterly speechless. I knew I got in his mind, exactly like I wanted.

Teasing people has got to be my favorite thing to do. Some people think you're being a dick when you do that, but I really don't care. It's fun, especially when the other person isn't expecting it.

"Alright, class. Today we're going to do a simple word search of the American presidents since it's the first day." I didn't even realize the teacher walked in. Nor did I realize how everyone else was here or how many of them were listening. The giggling from some of the girls and the way a few of them had smiles on their faces proved just how many there were.

I sat back in my seat and turned my attention to the front of the class. The silence from the man beside me kept the smile on my face from fading away.

2:50pm

Sixth period went by all too quickly, as it was Art- my favorite class of the day. It was a simple assignment, a self portrait in your own style.

Xander shares that class with me. It bums me out a bit that we only have two classes together, but that probably won't bum me out for too much longer.

Xander barely spoke a word to me, keeping his attention on the girls that were constantly surrounding him. I drew even when I was done with my assignment.

He didn't come up to me once. The only time we talked was when I did it. I asked him if he'd want to hang out after school, but he shut me down quickly with "Nah, sorry dude. I'm gonna be "hanging out" with Jade tonight if you get what I mean," and ended it with a wink.

It felt degrading. Obviously I'm not oblivious to his sex life and whatnot, but he never makes time for his best friend. I don't want to dwell on it though.

I walked out of school, taking my bike and getting on it. I looked around to make sure I wouldn't get run over or something and started making my way back home.

As much as I hate it, I have to go straight home. My lack of friends really gets to me sometimes, especially with the fact I'm starting to lose the one I thought I never would.

3:15pm.

I leaned my bike against the house and stared at the white door in front of me. I chewed at my lip nervously. I know I have to, so I push myself to put the keys into the doors and unlock it.

I opened the door and locked it behind me. "How was school?" I heard my dad speak up from the couch.

"It was alright," I replied simply, going to the kitchen. "Ah, it was just school, huh?" His voice was loud enough the neighbors could probably hear him.

"Yeah." I threw away some trash, including the stupid drawing I made in History. I took a water bottle out of the fridge and went back into the living room.

"God, why are you so hateful to me?" My dad asked. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose in annoyance.

I can't stand this already. "How am I being hateful?" I asked. "The way you act." I looked at him, rolling my eyes.

"How do I act?" "You know how you're acting." "No I don't," I made my way to my room, putting my backpack down and sitting on my bed. I took my phone out, plugging it in.

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you." I looked up and there he was, at my doorway.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down a bit. "What do you want?"

"Why are you being so rude to me?" He pushed. "I'm not being rude to you." Fuck I hate this. "Yes you are."

Why won't he just stop? "God, can't you just leave me alone?" I opened my eyes, staring directly at him.

His jaw dropped open and his eyes furrowed into a frown. "The hell did you just say to me?"

He walked forward, causing me to flinch back into my bed. "Why'd you do that? You know I'm not in the habit of hitting you."

Doesn't mean I like when you get close to me. "What did I do? What's your problem with me?" He insisted.

"I don't have a problem with you." I groaned. I don't want to deal with this today. "Yes, you do but fine, don't tell me. I'll just call your mother to come get you."

I stayed silent. I wanted to tell him fine, whatever will get me away from you, but that would keep him talking.

He finally left my room, so I got up and closed the door. I sighed, turning back to my bed and walking over. I took a sip of my water and sat down again.

I took my phone and went to spotify, turning on my favorite playlist. The sound of My Chemical Romance's I don't love you filled the room.

I lay back in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I started thinking about what happened today. I met three people: a girl that seems nice but I only share one class with, a guy who's sweet but I don't have any classes with, and a guy that wants nothing to do with me that I have three classes with.

And of course, Xander. We hung out all but three times this past summer. Three times. In less than three months. And he barely talked with me today.

I have a feeling this years gonna be shit, like always. The only difference between last year and this year is my dad's diminishing memory.

I moved my hands up to my face. I didn't realize the tears that were slowly making their way down my cheeks.

I pulled the multiple blankets on my bed over me, turning on my side and closing my eyes. I can't stand being awake any more today.

[fayes-fics]

Naughty or Nice

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Anthony is handing out festive punishment to naughty people.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, spanking, dirty talk, fingering.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day 🧡 - here, have a Christmas fic haha. This was originally for @silverhallow 12 Day of Smutmas, but it's over TWO months late and now totally out of season (sorry). However, the fine people on my follow list asked I post anyway, so here it is. Unbetaed. Enjoy <3

He is dressed as Santa and looks exactly like the kind of festive trouble you are craving. 

“My friend Daphne’s oldest brother,” your sister nods as she tracks your line of sight, “Handsome, yes, but also, playboy. I wouldn't if I were you,” is her rather harsh warning.

You watch as he jokingly plays the part, sitting on an ornate, almost throne-like chair, as various tipsy people wander up and sit on his knee, and he asks what they want for Christmas.

“Listen, if I’m going to mess around with anyone after my breakup, it’s going to be with someone that fucking handsome,” you argue back, glad he has forgone the traditional big white beard and belly.

“Fine,” she concedes with a sigh, “but I've heard rumours, kinky stuff, so don't say I didn't warn you,” is her parting shot. 

You raise an eyebrow at her; if there was one thing on your list now you've moved to London, it's new experiences. You have only been with one man, your first boyfriend, and sweet as he was, everything was very nice. Just nice. You want something different. You check your dress and saunter over to him. 

“Hello, little girl,” he drawls as you approach, his eyes raking over you salaciously, signalling for you to sit on his knee, “have you been naughty or nice this year?”

You perch on his lap sideways as he smirks at you. “Santa, I've been a very nice girl,” you begin, twirling a strand of hair, then you lean in and whisper in his ear, “but I want to be very, very naughty.”

He coughs and shifts in his seat; you feel the play of thigh muscles under your bottom and a warm hand low on your back. 

“Just how naughty?” he murmurs, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You loop an arm around his neck, knowing he can see down the neckline of your dress.

“So naughty I don't think you would bring me any presents on Christmas Eve,” you pout, leaving no room for doubt as to your intentions.

He leans in closer, and you can smell expensive liquor on his breath. “Every girl deserves a treat from Santa, even the naughty ones,” his voice low and sultry.

“What sort of treats does Santa give to naughty girls?” you inquire softly, knowing you have never flirted this outrageously in your life.

“Ones they will remember,” he says cryptically; the hand on your back curls around your waist and pulls you closer, your hip bumping his crotch. “Would you like your treat early this year, naughty girl?”

“Yes, please, Santa,” you demure, biting your lip again.

He pushes your hair aside with a gentle hand and trails his nose up your neck, inhaling deeply, making all your skin tingle. “Mmmm, meet me in two minutes down that hallway, third door on the left.”

You slip off his lap with a little triumphant smile and wander over to the drinks table. A fortifying shot is just what you want right now. The cheap liquor burns as you take the shot, but it's the liquid courage you need. After a couple of minutes, You wander down the hallway opening the door he requested. 

It's a bedroom, sleek and dimly lit, the skyline of London silhouetted outside the picture windows.

“Hello there, naughty girl,” a voice like velvet emerges from a corner, and you glance aside to see him sitting casually in a wingback chair, one foot on his other knee, expensive glass in hand, which he puts aside and stands up.

“Hello,” you reply, a fire in your belly as he walks over and crowds into your back, burying his nose into your hair, a hand landing softly on your bum cheek.

“Are you ready for your treat from Santa?” he asks softly, breathing deeply.

“That depends,” you reply, “what is it?”

He chuckles richly. “Naughty girls get a jolly good spanking,” his breath hot on your scalp, the hand on your bum flexing slightly. “So they learn how to be good girls.”

You can’t contain your sharp inhale, and your body tenses involuntarily. You have never been spanked before but are suddenly desperate to be. 

“Oh, I see,” he intuits everything from your reaction. “We have a first-time naughty girl here, I see. Well, you are in for a treat. You should know if you don't like your treat, you say Red, just like Rudolph’s nose, and then Santa will stop. Do you understand me?” he explains clearly as he runs a finger down your spine, causing a quiver in his wake.

“Yes,” you chirp. “I want it, Santa,” you confirm.

“Good. Grab the railing,” he commands gently, nodding to the wrought iron footboard of the bed in front of you. You wrap your hand around the thin cool metal and take a calming breath.

The warm hand over your bottom slides down onto the back of your thigh. As it makes its way back, he hitches your dress up, exposing your underwear. 

“Santa approves,” he breathes, fingers spidering over the French cut knickers you wear. You smile, unseen by him, his focus wholly on your backside, so pleased you splashed out on a new set for this party. 

“Now, were you a naughty girl this year?” he asks, the hand rubbing a gentle circle over the globe of your bum.

“Yes, Santa,” you play along, nodding. This is entertaining and alluring; you don’t know how to feel except giggly and aroused.

“On a scale of 1 to 10,” he teases, splaying his fingers around your cheek, “how naughty were you?”

“Eleven,” you reply, coquettish, and he chuckles.

“That is so very, very naughty,” his nose running into the hair at the nape of your neck. “You will be spanked eleven times then,” he states casually.

Oh.

His face still nuzzles the back of your head as there is a short little smack on your right cheek. It's just the lightest of taps, but still, you feel something liquify inside your tummy. It's not enough but so much all at one.

“Harder, please, Santa,” you breathe, wanting to goad him.

“We are just getting started, my naughty girl,” he sniggers. “Now that's one. Do you think you can count for me?” he asks, his face twisting to your neck, sliding his lips over the sensitive pulse point there.

“One,” you whisper.

He hums approvingly, and his solid body rolls against you, the fake fur from his Santa jacket tickling the bare skin above the back of your strapless dress. Wordlessly his hand pulls away and descends again, this time with a fraction more force.

“Two,” you count dutifully, which is followed by a slight moan as his heated lips suck on your skin.

“What do you want for Christmas, naughty girl?” he buzzes.

“This,” you reply softly, honestly. This is better than any present you could imagine.

“Mmmm, good answer,” he compliments, his tongue lathing over the cord of your neck, bending you over slightly so you lean further forward, your hands gripping the bed railing.

His other hand moves, sliding from your waist down over the flare of your hip, mapping your contours with his palm that feel almost heavy. You know what's coming before he even pulls his hand away, and you hold your breath in anticipation as the hand withdraws and then spanks down on your left cheek.  

“Three,” you exhale that held breath and push back slightly, swaying in your strappy platform heel, wanting to feel his pelvis against yours, check if he is as turned on as you are. 

His teeth worry your earlobe, and his breath is so loud in your ear as that same hand withdraws again and then rains down another slap, this one with a curved open hand.

“Four.”

“You are doing well, naughty girl,” he assures. “Do you think you are learning your lesson?”

“Yes, I will try to be a good girl from now on, Santa,” you breathe.

“Only try? That’s not good enough,” he clucks. “We need you reformed. I think I’m going to have to go harder,” he sighs, and you feel a thrill run down your spine at his decadent words.

The next tap is back on your other cheek and makes an audible sound. You swallow heavily and feel the room heating up rapidly as there is the slightest tingle over your skin.

“Five.”

“Lean forward,” he lectures softly into your ear, “We need to ensure you have really learned your lesson.” His other hand grabs the dip of your waist, pulling your pelvis back flush into the concave curve of his body and pushing your head down slightly. The electric tension of the moment engulfs your senses as you hang onto the footboard, knuckles turning white. 

It's his left hand again this time. Same intensity as the last; you have to exhale a puff of air.

“Six.”

“More than halfway now,” he assures, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

Your left butt cheek stings from the next blow, an open-handed smack that makes you jump slightly, and his responding chuckle is a deep rumble that hums over your skin. 

“Seven.”

You know you are holding your breath, waiting for the final four spanks. They have been building in intensity, making you burn hotter all over, but mainly at the apex of your thighs. You try to discreetly rub your thighs together to relieve the ache you feel there, allow your clit to catch on your underwear just so, but his grip on your hip quells your movement.

“Stop that,” he warns heatedly, causing a shiver down your spine. “Take your punishment like a good girl; stop enjoying it so much,” he tuts, but his tone indicates you should very much continue.

Boldly, you lean further forward over the bed railing, popping your bottom out so you rub his crotch. The growl he makes is like beautiful music.

The next spank rings out around the room, and you actually groan at the sensation, his hand lingering, fingertips digging in and grabbing your flesh.

“Eight,” your voice is a little rasping now.

Before you recover, he deals the mirror blow to your other cheek, and you exhale in a loud elongated moan.

“Nine.”

“Just two more now, naughty one,” he reminds. “Is your lovely bottom smarting just a bit now?” he inquiries duskily.

“Yes, Santa…” you confess, feeling so alive, a quake running through your entire being.

“Good,” he gloats, “you'll never learn to be a good girl if you don't feel it.”

He pulls both hands away quite a distance, and you inhale sharply, eagerly awaiting your final two.

One hand slaps hard with a slight twist of his wrist, and before you can count, the other hand does the same on your other side. They are the most vigorous blows, a radiating sting that turns into the most sublime warm burn. You are certain he has left a handprint on each side, and you feel a strange perverse compulsion to leave the room with your dress hitched up, wearing his red marks with pride on your skin, letting everyone see just what he has done to you.

“Ten, Eleven.” You count dutifully as your mind runs away with such debauched thoughts.

His hand rubs your cheeks delicately, warm fingertips soothing the ache but also stoking the fire in your belly. You want more from him. So much more. Whatever he is willing to offer. A huge part of you hopes he will just rip down your underwear and fuck you right here, right now. Your body is beyond ready for it.

“Now that you’ve had your punishment, how about your reward?” he offers, and your blood sings.

“There’s a reward Santa?” you gasp, hopeful, playing along, praying it will be something that soothes the wet throbbing between your legs.

“Oh yes, lean back against me,” he instructs, and you do so. Loving the snug feel of your body pressed up to his, something insistent on the cleft of your reddened cheeks. 

You reach back and loop your wrist around his neck, gyrating your hips, unmistakable in your message and unashamed in your need. Your stomach clenches in victory as one of his hands slips down over the front of your dress and curls under your hem. You gasp as warm fingers land on your slit through the lacy material.

“So molten hot,” he hisses into your temple, “now show Santa how pretty you look when you come hard like a very good girl,” his praising voice vibrating into your body.

Fingertips find your swollen clit and start to circulate, the drag of the fabric under them heightening the sensation somehow. You breathe out a noise of surprise, taken aback by how quickly his expert touch pushes you towards the edge, which elicits a rich chuckle from his lips.

“Please touch me,” you beg, panting lightly, his fingertips moving faster now. “Inside my knickers,” you amend quickly, pleadingly.

The material digs into the flesh over your hips and chafes against your aching cheeks as he slides that hand inside from the top. Then his bare fingers are on your sodden flesh, and you gasp, rocketing even fast as he snags your clit and restarts his motions.

“I love how wet you are,” he murmurs, hot on your ear.

You just moan and bare down on his questing fingers, drunk on how good it feels as your bottom still tingles from his hand. His touch is perfect, the right amount of pressure and speed to turn your knees to jelly; one hand clinging desperately to the bed rail, the other around his neck, leaning into his touch, wanting to collapse against him, let him take all your weight. Your eyes roll back as your hips gyrate with his ministrations, a sensual little dance he leads.

“That's it,” he gusts hot in your ear again, his lips slipping to brand that sensitive spot below your earlobe that always catches your breath.

“Santa…” you exhale, expecting it to feel weird on your tongue, but your desire is coiled too tight to care.

“Call my Anthony,” he orders, sounding desperate himself, his clothed cock rubbing deliciously against the cleft of your bottom as he starts to move with you.

“Santhony…” you slur in response, mixing the two words in your shakingly aroused, sex-drunken state.

If he doesn't like it, he doesn't react as such. In fact, his fingers curl tighter against you, the other hand branding your hip.

“Come for me, good girl,” he groans, surging his hips, so his cock rubs deliciously over your tailbone.

Breathing gusts out of your nose and biting your lip, you are trying to quell the urge to yell obscenely loud. The tide inside you breaks when Anthony bites your earlobe, sagging against him as every muscle convulses, strong waves fanning out from the white-hot spot under his fingers. Your smacked bottom pulsates in time with your clit, each muscle in your body going tense and then releasing. You know he is saying something, but it's a blur of noise and sensation. You haven't come this hard in years, possibly ever. 

When you finally feel able, you release your grip on the bedrail and see a red line across your palm where you have grasped so forcefully it has left a mark. He sees it and brings your hand to his lips, kissing it sweetly.

“How was that, my good girl?” he queries, his lips gentle on your palm.

You have to clear your throat, and still, your voice feels small and scratchy.

“Wonderful,” you admit.

“You did so well,” he flatters. “I think we may have to do this again,” the hopeful tone makes something in your stomach flip.

“But it's not Christmas after next week,” you point out with a sad pout.

“Oh, I can be any seasonal character you like, my girl,” he assures, running his nose up your neck and inhaling deeply. “Or just me.”

Inside you do a little victory dance. “Well, that would be wonderful… because next time I would really like to do something about this,” your pitch is teasing as you seize his hard searing cock through the novelty bright red trousers.

His groan is lewd and makes every synapse fire. “What are you doing later?” he pants.

“You. Hopefully.”

“Right bloody answer.”

It's a very Merry Christmas indeed.

Anthony taglist: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @crowleysqueenofhell @bridgertontess @queenofmean14 @fiction-is-life @lilacbeesworld @eleanor-bradstreet

[h1keyready]

Study Break ʚɞ Yujin & Xiaoting ʚɞ Kep1er

♡ afab!reader ♡ 1.1k words ♡ smut: threesome, oral and fingering (reader receiving everything), soft and casual sex ♡ Your two girlfriends help you take a break from studying and relax completely in their care. reposted

It’s another day when you have to stay up, preparing for your exams. You’ve been studying through the whole afternoon but there are still many pages left to read. It’s the time of the exam season when you are already done with some and there are still some, right in the middle, leaving you in an exhausted but anxious state. You risk a glance at the time, cringing at the numbers on the display. No wonder that you’re starting to lose your focus.

Suddenly, you hear the door open and you turn your head to see Yujin and Xiaoting come into your room with a cup of tea, no doubt to check on you. 

“How is it going?” Yujin pats your hair while Xiaoting puts the tea down on the desk.

“I feel like nothing is going to my brain anymore,” you sigh, rubbing your temples. “Thank you,” you add, raising the cup to your lips and taking a sip. The hot liquid seems to warm you up from the inside, letting you hum in satisfaction as you bask in the love and care of your two girlfriends.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take a break? You’ve been doing this all day,” Xiaoting says, exchanging worried looks with Yujin. She nods as well. “Or maybe you should stop for tonight. It’s not good to overexert yourself, you know?”

And you know, you really do. But you can’t help it. It feels like if you don’t study until you pass out then you’re just wasting time and not working hard enough. Then if you fail your exam, you can only blame yourself. “I’m fine. I’ll just study a bit more,” you smile at the girls but even you can tell that it looks strained and as exhausted as you feel. Now they won’t be able to not worry. Still, they seem to know that you have a hard time allowing yourself to rest, so they act accordingly.

“Alright.” Yujin goes behind you, pulls you back on your chair and starts massaging your shoulders. She’s very good at it, using just the right amount of strength to knead your tired and stiff muscles. You sigh and close your eyes, letting her relieve some of your stress.

You imagine that you would have fallen asleep just like this but after a while, you feel her hands slipping down on your chest with teasing. Her lips brush against your ear and her breath tickles you as she says, “You should listen to us and take a break to let your mind rest.”

Even though five minutes ago you didn’t want to agree, now you nod as if spellbound, and Yujin turns your chair toward your bed where Xiaoting is already sitting. She starts to undress slowly while keeping eye contact with you, gaze slightly seductive. You gulp. Yujin kisses your neck and helps you out of your sweater, then takes off your t-shirt and your bra, one after the other. You know that she’s watching Xiaoting too, and they choreograph their movements so your disappearing clothes mirror hers. Then Yujin pushes your chair in front of Xiaoting, handing you to her.

“Come here,” Xiaoting says, reaching out her arms and gesturing for you to get closer. You stand in front of her and she pulls down your pants, your socks, and finally, your panties. She’s completely naked too, and then she makes you sit on her lap.

You immediately wrap your arms around her neck, moving around a bit on her thighs until you find a comfortable position. You bury your face in her collarbone, inhaling her scent and closing your eyes. You feel drowsy again, wrapped in her warmth and safety.

“I don’t really feel like moving much,” you mumble, to both girls. They know that, of course, and they’re ready to do nothing but take care of you. Let your mind rest, as Yujin said. Now you understand what she meant. They are always able to make your head full with only them.

Xiaoting caresses you all over your body, slowly, gently, making you feel completely relaxed. You occasionally let out a soft moan, nuzzling into her to feel her even closer.

Meanwhile, Yujin also undresses herself and when she’s ready, Xiaoting moves to lay down on the bed with you on top of her. Yujin climbs on the bed to lay down beside the two of you and helps you roll off of Xiaoting so the three of you are now cuddled together, with you sandwiched between them.

They keep on caressing and kissing you all over your body, focusing on nothing but pleasing you. Your mind already feels foggy with a kind of dreamy pleasure so you can only sigh and moan softly at their ministrations.

Soon, you’re made to lie on your back then you feel that one of them has her lips on your chest, one of them has her lips on your womanhood. Their kisses are still soft and featherlight, only occasionally poking their tongues out to lick a thread along which they continue their kisses. Slowly, they reach closer and closer to your more sensitive spots, and their lips wrap around the bundle of nerves and they suck on it. Their tongues reach out and lap at those spots until they hear your satisfied moans and whines get a little louder, and your body writhing in pleasure. Their hands are holding your breasts and your thighs down, keeping you in place while massaging your skin to make you feel even more.

When your face turns red and your breaths come out as soft gasps, they switch positions. They take their mouths off of you and their hands replace them fast, not leaving you time to miss their touch. 

Two-two fingers pinch your nipples, two fingers enter your pussy. You gasp and groan, bucking your hips and arching your back. They do you so well, skilled fingers touching all the right spots, just as you like it.

“Please, don’t stop,” you whine out, encouraging them. They listen to you because tonight is all for you. As you're getting closer, their moves turn more and more rough too, faster and more definite.

You soon reach your high, choking on a scream as you come down from it under your girlfriends’ care. They let you calm down, going back to caressing and kissing you, and they let you rest for a bit. 

While you’re resting they turn to each other and quickly help each other get off too.

Then Yujin stands up and runs a bath, helping you clean up while Xiaoting takes a shower. Then Xiaoting helps you get dressed in your pajamas and get comfortable under the covers while Yujin takes a shower. 

Finally, all three of you fall asleep, relaxed and satisfied.

[nonotnolan]

Soulmate Swap

“Look, Roy... I know you’re still hurting from your break up... but there are plenty of fish out in the sea!  Or, you know, casual hook-ups, whatever is more your speed... anyway, most of them aren’t as crazy as Lacey.  I promise.”  When Roy invited me to spend the weekend at his family’s beach house, I sprang at the opportunity.  He needed time to get away from life, but he didn’t want to go alone.  Sure, I was gonna spend the weekend on sob duty... but he’s one of my closest friends.  I’d be lending him an ear either way, so at least this way I’m getting a vacation out it.

Roy smiled back.  “Admittedly, being less crazy than Lacey is not a high bar.  I dunno, Pedro... I’m just not sure I’m cut out for the bachelor lifestyle anymore.  Trying to find someone is such a pain in the ass, so whenever I do manage to hook a girl, having a one night stand just feels like such a waste, you know?  I’m looking for a relationship.  I can’t just hop on Grindr and find a hookup like you can.  I... don’t mean that to be rude,” he added quickly.  “Just... between the tats, the chest hair, and the muscles, you never have issues hooking a guy.  But me, I don’t have much in my favor except my family’s money.”

I shook my head.  Roy had self-esteem issues on a good day, but ever since Lacey broke his heart, it was getting even worse.  He was a good looking guy-- sure, he was pretty slender, and his smooth skin confirmed that he’d never worked a hard day of manual labor in his life-- but that didn’t make him any less of a man.  And if a girl couldn’t appreciate his good looks and sharp wit, well, her loss.

“Are we really going to have this argument again?” I asked.  “We’re not going anywhere until you stop selling yourself short.  You’re a hell of a guy, and your perfect girl is out there, somewhere.”

Roy pulled two vials out of his back pocket, and placed them on the table next to his beach chair.  “I had a different plan, actually.  It’s a modified true love potion.  The red one causes the drinker to swap bodies with their soul mate, and the purple one reverses it.”

I paused, examining the liquid in the vials a bit closer-- the purple one had bits of globby slime suspended in it, while the red one was thick like honey.  “And your soulmate is just supposed to be okay with having their entire life interrupted like that?”

“Okay, see, the fact that your first reaction is to complain about the logistics of the potion, rather than express any sort of skepticism?  Yeah, that’s why I invited you out here this weekend.  If they’re my true love, they can handle a little bit of weird magic.  The potion’s supposed to take ten minutes before it takes full effect.  So just... sit here next to me, find out who ends up in my body, and ask them some questions.  Get their name, write down their phone number... stuff like that.  Then, give them the purple vial once you’re done.”  He paused, flashing a wide grin before downing the red liquid.  “What could go wrong?”

Frankly, I could think of any number of things that could go wrong, but it was too late now.  I grabbed a pen and paper, and joined Roy outside on the rear deck.  I was all set to interrogate whatever woman ended up inside of his body once the potion kicked in, but the warm sun and salt breeze was far too relaxing.  Well, if she was going to be his true love, she could figure out how to wake me up.

-----------------------------------

I woke up to someone shaking my arm.  “You dumbass!,” the voice said, playfully chiding me.  “Why didn’t you tell me you had a crush on me?  I went through all of that work to find this potion, and we could have just talked to each other instead!”

I opened my eyes and found myself looking up into a mirror.  No, wait, I was looking up at my own body.  Hang on.  I looked down at my chest, only to find that I was suddenly wearing a blue polo.  The same one Roy had been wearing today.  My arms were less hairy, and Roy’s Apple Watch was on my wrist.  But if we switched bodies with each other, then...

“Roy, you have a crush on me?  Since when did... I thought you were straight!”  I felt myself blushing with embarrassment, but I couldn’t help but feel my chest ignite with hope and passion.  “I didn’t think I had a chance with you, and I didn’t want to make our friendship awkward, so I just... I didn’t say anything.  Besides, you and Lacey were cute together, so I figured that ship had sailed.  You’re not gay, are you?”  

He leaned down next to me, grinning ear to ear.  “Pedro, I’m bisexual.  I thought you knew.  And here I was, thinking that you were out of my league.  You’re like, the pinnacle of strength and masculinity, and I’m over here--”

I leaned over and kissed him full on the lips.  It was somehow everything I had imagined it would be, even if we were in the wrong bodies.  “Don’t you dare sell yourself short,” I said, once we pulled away.  “If I wanted a muscle bro for a partner, I’d just stick my junk in a glory hole at the gym.”

Roy just smiled.  “Speaking of which, perhaps we should explore the bedroom before you drink the purple vial?”

-----------------------------------

It’s been three weeks, and I still haven’t taken the purple vial.  Roy’s parents were thrilled to learn that their son was suddenly willing to take a finance job at his father’s firm and slowly earn his way up the ranks.  In my own body, nobody wanted to take a chance on the gym employee who earned a business degree at a community college.  In Roy’s body, suddenly the glass ceiling had been lifted.  It’s amazing what the right connections will do for a guy.

It’s a new job, so no one noticed when Roy suddenly started a more intricate manscaping routine.  Well, maybe his father would have... but we’re on opposite ends of the building so that no one can complain to HR about the nepotism.  The fact that I’m getting on-the-job training in Roy’s body means it will be near impossible for us to swap back, but I don’t hear him complaining.

Roy’s made himself at home in my body, and he’s been doing a great job of keeping up with my gym routine.  He insists on wearing my glasses instead of my contacts, but otherwise you’d never suspect anything was different.  Well, he did quit my job as a Personal Trainer at the gym to focus on “my” new OnlyFans account, but we both agreed that would be for the best.  

Honestly, I think we’re going to stay like this.  Roy knows exactly where to rub my back whenever I start getting sore muscles, and I know precisely where to nibble on his earlobes to maximize pleasure.  We’ve even started calling each other by our old names.  Looking into my eyes and calling myself Pedro was weird at first, but it’s starting to become more natural.

Do I feel a bit silly that it took a magical body swapping love potion to figure out that my best friend and I were in love with each other?  Absolutely.  But I don’t regret it in the slightest.

[eddiesgorlie]

Her Protector Pt.2 (Elvis)

Elvis Presley x Reader

Read part one first!

Warnings: mentions of SA, blood, panic attacks.

Word count: 2,049

Comment or message me to join my taglist!

It had been five days since the incident. Five days of Elvis taking care of me. The first two days I struggled to stand and walked, but Elvis helped me through everything, holding me up and carrying me to the bathroom, bringing meals to his room where I was staying and watching movies and spending time with me.

Today I decided it was time to get out of the dark room and get some sunlight and fresh air while the boys played football. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Elvis asked. “I am. Can you grab me those sweatpants and that shirt?” I asked, pointing to the chair with clothes over it. He nodded and handed them to me. He helped me put everything on and grabbed a blanket and book before helping me down the steps and to the front lawn, getting me setup and comfortable on a chair in a shaded area.

“Look, its’s Y/n!” Jerry yelled to the group. They all jogged up to me like someone just announced pancake breakfast. “How are you feeling?” Sonny asked. “Better. Thank you for asking.” I said. “Its been real sad without you.” Jerry said. “Oh be quiet.” I said with a laugh. Joe, Billy, Lamar and Charlie all checked on me and wished me the best.

I pulled out my book as the boys started playing football. I didn’t get too far in reading though, their game was very entertaining to watch. After a while they stopped keeping score and just started having fun. I was having fun until a familiar car started up the driveway. The mafias eyes shot up to the sound of a car, quickly realizing who it was, Elvis and Jerry jogged up to me and Elvis lifted me up, trying to get me inside quickly, Jerry following behind with all of my things. “Mama, daddy, I need help with Y/n!” Elvis yelled. Gladys’s came out of the open door and sped over to me, taking Elvis’s place. Jerry tossed all of the things down and helped Gladys get me inside. They got me on the couch and Jerry ran outside, shutting the door behind him.

“What was all of that commotion?” Gladys asked. “Red showed up.” I said. I heard yelling outside. “Y/n, please come out! I know you’re in there. You know I love you baby!” I heard Red yell. “Don’t listen, sweetheart.” Gladys said as she covered my ears.

I continued to hear muffled yells and the screech of a car. I started hyperventilating, all of the progress I’ve made being ruined as I remembered that nights events. The front door flew open and the boys came flooding in. “Elvis, shes panicking.” Gladys said. Elvis quickly made his way over to me and got on his knees in front of me. The others crowded behind him. “Give her some space.” Elvis said. They didn’t budge. “I said give her some space, damnit!” He yelled at them. They all dispersed to other parts of the house as Elvis tried to calm me down. “He’s gone now, you’re safe. Can you look at me Y/n?” He asked. I looked up at him, shivering. “What can you hear?” He asked. “You.” I said. “What can you smell?” “Grass.” “What can you feel?” “The couch, and your hands.” I said, catching my breath. “Are you feeling better?” He asked. “I am.” I said.

“Do you want some water?” He asked. I nodded. He got up and went to the kitchen, returning with a glass a couple minutes later. He sat next to me and helped me support the glass in my shaking hands. “You’ve gotta take a sip.” He said, bringing the glass to my lips. I drank the cold liquid and he set it on the table once I was done. “Good girl.” He said. “Can I just rest my eyes, EP?” I asked. “Of course. Do you want to stay here or up in the room?” He asked. “Here.” I said. “Ok, I’ll be outside if you need me.” He said. “No, I want you to stay.” I said, grabbing his hand. He nodded and laid back on the couch, moving me to where I was laying on his chest. I almost immediately fell asleep once I had laid down.

When I woke up I heard the calming sound of Elvis breathing and quietly snoring. My body ached and I tried to move without waking him up but it did. His eyes flickered open and he sighed as he smiled. “Hi.” He said. “I’m so sorry I woke you.” I said, knowing his struggles when it came to sleeping. “No, no don’t be sorry. Perfect timing actually, I can smell dinner.” He said. I slowly sat up, hissing at the pain. “Are you ok?” He asked. “Yeah, I still just have some pain.” I said, taking a breath before standing up. Elvis stood up and pulled me up with him so I could get my balance. “You didn’t tell me you were still in pain.” He said. “I didn’t want to worry you. I’m sure its fine.” I said. He nodded and we walked to the dining room, joined by the Memphis mafia. Everyone brought some food in and we said grace before enjoying Gladys amazing cooking.

The guys started asking me questions and I got nervous again, I reached for Elvis’s hand under the table and held it tightly. They kept asking “How are you doing?” “Are you still in pain?” “Did today mess you up?” “What can we do to help after today?” I know they meant good things from it but it just kept brining it back. “Guys, stop.” Elvis said. They all stopped and got back into their dinner. “So, EP when are you recording next?” Charlie asked. “Not for a little while. I don’t want to have to go all the way to Nashville now and I don’t know what I want to record yet.” He said. He lied, the truth was that he didn’t want to leave me. He saw how the Mafia could be like vultures sometimes and he refused to leave me until he knew I was comfortable and able to take care of myself mentally and physically, I couldn’t even shower on my own yet.

Dinner was quiet after that, everyone could sense Elvis’s anger from all of the questions. He never stopped stroking my hand though.

After dinner I helped carry the plates to the kitchen and went to start cleaning before Elvis stopped me. “No, go upstairs. You need some rest.” He said. “Elvis, I’m ok. Let me help.” I said. “Y/n, no. Go upstairs.” He said. I stepped back at his tone before nodding and walking out of the room. “Y/n I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He said following me. “Elvis, it’s ok.” I said. He nodded and walked back to the kitchen. I went upstairs and walked to mine and red’s old room, deciding maybe its time to move back in here. I pushed the door open and it was all the same. My clothes from that night were on the floor, blood on the bedsheets and Red’s belongings spread around the room. I covered my mouth and slid back against the wall, letting all the emotions hit me like a freight train. I tried to control my breathing like Elvis helped me with earlier but I couldn’t, I felt so vulnerable back in the room and alone. What could I hear? My screams. What could I feel? Pain. “What could I see? My blood. All I wanted to do was leave the room but my body felt like jelly and lead at the same time, I couldn’t move. My lungs started feeling tight and my throat was closing. I grabbed at my neck trying to get air, trying to scream, but nothing would come out. I laid back on the floor, would this be how I died? I would die angry at Elvis in the room I was raped in that I was in because I was mad at Elvis. He was the only thing I could think of. Would he miss me? Elvis. The door flew open and there was Elvis. Elvis. Elvis.

“Why are you in here?” He yelled, noticing my current situation he quickly got on his knees to help me. He pulled me into his lap, struggling to move my stiff body. Somehow he was able to pull me into the hallway, closing the door to that room. I was back in his lap again, he was stroking my hands, kissing my forehead and pushing my hair from my face until air made it into my lungs and I started coughing and gasping. “There you go, good girl.” He said putting me in a sitting position so I wouldn’t choke.

“Why were you in there?” He asked, laying me back down once my coughing fit was over. “I-I was going to try to sleep in there again. I thought I was over staying my welcome.” I said, my voice raspy. “Never, you are always welcome in my room. I’d never expect you to go in there again.” He said. “Thank you. Can we go to your room now?” I asked. “Of course.” He said. He stood up and pulled me up afterward. He had to support my entire body because how weak and shaky my legs were. “C-can I take a shower?” I asked, noticing my shirt was drenched in sweat. “Honey, I don’t think you’re going to be able to, you can’t hold yourself up.” He said. “Please. You can help me, please.” I said. He took a deep breath and nodded. “Ok, I’ll help you.” He said he got my into his room and had me sit on the bed. He immediately turned the shower on and came back to help me undress. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen me.. nude since he had seen me that night and had to help Gladys once when I had to have a sponge bath. This time felt different though. His gentle fingers slowly worked the fabric off of me and he stripped down to his boxers before helping me into the shower. I leaned against his front and my head dropped onto his shoulder as the warm water from my first shower since that night engulfed my body.

He handed me a bar of soap and I started cleaning my body with the soap. The soap was obviously a mens soap, it smelled like him. His fingers stroked my middle before I handed him the soap. I turned to face him so he could help me wash my hair. He put some shampoo into my hair and massaged it in as I held onto his shoulders. His eyes never looked below my neck. “Oh no, thats going to go in your eye.” He said, taking his thumb and wiping the shampoo from my forehead. “There we go.” He said with a smile. I looked at him, just looked between his beautiful blue eyes and beautiful pink lips. I leaned forward and crashed my lips onto his. He immediately reciprocated the kiss but pulled away a moment later. “No, you aren’t thinking straight. You just had a panic attack, your emotions aren’t in the right place.” He said, rinsing the shampoo from my hair. “Elvis, I am thinking straight.” I said. He turned the water off. “No you aren’t, I’m not a jerk that takes advantage of girls.” He said helping me out of the shower and wrapping me in a towel. “Elvis, please listen to me!” I cried. “No, Y/n. Talk to me tomorrow or next week or whenever you are thinking straight.” He said. He helped me into my pajama’s and sat me in a vanity chair so I could do my skincare and brush my hair. He went in the bedroom and put his pajamas on.

Once he had changed, he came back into the bathroom and helped me get into bed. “I’m sorry I’m being harsh, Y/n. I’m just trying to protect you.” He said. I nodded, not meeting his eyes. I snuggled into the blankets and let out my quiet painful sobs once the lights turned off.

Part 3 coming soon.

Taglist: @18lkpeters @06nasyrah13 @peaceloveelvis

[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 34

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = Tommy and Ana finally get reconnected. 

Warnings = Language, Grammar, SEX, 18+, Mature themes. 

Word Count = 3983

Note -Basically it’s 3000 words of smut with a breeding kink you have all asked for Enjoy... Those of you who do not like this kind of writing I shall put a * where it starts and you can stop reading :) 

The sexual tension was killing me. Tommy and I had been dancing around each other for the past few days. We acted as though we were fine, forcing out smiles when we were in the eyes of his family but behind closed doors, we barely spoke two words to each other.

I closed the shop today for an extra-long lunch. I wanted to talk to Tommy after he slipped a contract into my purse without me noticing this morning and after reading it, I was annoyed.

My father had travelled to London late last night with my mother. After completing the suits for the unknown Italians, he boarded the next train available disappearing into the night, leaving me in charge once again.

Since returning to work I felt like the run of the shop fell on me, my mother came and went as she pleased, not doing any work. My father was more focused on his task that everything else fell to the way side.

Without noticing, I found myself doing everything. Sorting out the finances, which thanks to Tommy’s money was improving. I managed to store a little in the safe, for the start of the repayments. I even had a list of materials and fabrics we needed but at the minute I just didn’t have the time to outsource them.

Walking into Tommy’s office building in town, I first noticed Lizzies door was open but she was nowhere to be seen.

Rolling my eyes, knowing exactly where she would be. I marched up to the main office, opening the door without knocking to see Tommy studying the paperwork Lizzie was showing him.

She was bent over his shoulder, her long skinny finger pointing to the things she was explaining. Her dress was a size too small especially around the chest area but I could tell that was her intention.

Instead of feeling upset or jealous, I laughed. She was trying to shove her breasts into Tommy’s face, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was solely focused on the words written on the page.

Clearing my throat, Lizzie jumped away quickly, adjusting the dress, her face turning red from embarrassment as she brushed her dark hair behind her ear.

Tommy eyes left the page momentarily, blue eyes raking over my appearance. Clearing his throat, he excused Lizzie from the room, placing the document he was reading on his desk.

"Bring that dress to the shop, I'll re-adjust it for you. No charge." I smiled sweetly as Lizzie passed, making her way to the door, her face falling at my words.

"Anastasia, what do I owe the pleasure?" Tommy asked, a smirk growing on his face as he reached to his right, bringing the tumbler of brown liquid to his lips.

"You seriously didn't notice her shoving her breasts in your face?" I asked, walking into the room, resting my hands on the back of one of the guest chairs.

"I was well aware of it, didn't interest me." He shrugged, leaning back into his chair, his large frame quickly filling it out.

I felt my eyes rack over him as I brought my bottom lip between my teeth. The power simply oozing from him, just from the way he was sitting had my core tingling for attention.

I had to pull myself from my thoughts before a whimper could escape my lips. Clearing my throat, I reached into my purse pulling out the white document, throwing it onto his desk.

"Tommy, what's this? Is it supposed to be funny?" I asked, nodding down towards the sheet of paper when Tommy’s failed to take his eyes from me.

"I don't see how a contract of employment is amusing." He shook his head.

I watched as he reached forward taking a cigarette from his desk and placing it between his lips, running it along before lightening it. The smoke causing a light cloud in front of his face.

"I have a job, Tommy" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his blasé attitude, why did I have to explain this?

"I'm aware of your current employment status, Stace." He chuckled, pulling the white stick from his lips, pointing it at me along with his index finger. "Did you read it?"

"Of course I read it" I rolled my eyes at his question. Why would I be here if I hadn’t? "Is this all some kind of joke to you?"

"Am I laughing?" He asked, with a slight shrug of his shoulders and arms. A perfectly formed pout on his lips.

"Right, Tommy, this has to stop." I tell him, holding up my hand. I could feel a headache coming on already.

"I couldn't agree more." He nodded with a sigh, leaning forward in his seat he grabbed the document once more handing it to me. "Read it again."

Glaring at him, I left out a huff, snapping the paper from him and reading over the words for the second time today.

"My parents will never agree to this.” I tell him, shaking my head.

"Your father will. I've already spoken to him before he left last night. He said as long as you sign it, he will also be happy to sign."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that," He repeated, reaching across his desk and pulling a pen from the caddy offering it to me.

"No."

"No?"

"Why are you repeating what I am saying, Tommy? I said no." I shook my head, my mind swirling with so many thoughts, my heart beating with so many emotions it was hard for me to process everything.

"Stace, speaking as a businessman, that is a good deal. No one else is going to offer you it." Tommy voice came out as rather condescending, as he exhaled a loud breathe.

"I don't want anyone to offer it we are fine as we are."

"What part of that business is fine, Stace?" He scoffed, squinting his eyes at me, his tilted his head to the side, the cigarette burning away between his fingers.

"Your father has worked so hard he has become delirious, your mother spends most of her time sniffing snow and you need a lot of materials but don't have the money or time to buy, and then there is the debt to me."

"My mother, what?" I asked, the sudden weight loss making sense. Everything else Tommy had said ignored.

"You didn't know?"

"Of course I bloody didn't know. She doesn't speak to me, not until recently." I defended. “How do you know she does that?”

“I told you before, nothing happens in Birmingham that I don’t know about.” He sighed putting his cigarette out in the ashtray. “And the reason your mother talks to you again is because she believe we are no longer together.”

“Why would she think that?”

"One of the lovely women at the bath house said you were alone for a few days, while I was in London, she made her own assumptions."

"I can’t believe this" I whispered, suddenly feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. My hands gripped the back of the chair so tight, my knuckles turned white.

"Sign the contract Stace. Look at this from a business point of view, it's a good investment, for everyone."

"Why are you doing this now?" I asked softly.

I knew that the deal he had drawn up was good. I just didn’t want to be going into business with him for the wrong reasons. We had enough issues personally, I didn’t want to add business to it as well.

"You want to be involved in my business." He spoke standing to his feet, walking to his drink caddy, pouring himself another glass. "It’s simply, your father signs the shop over to me, you run the place, money never becomes an issue. Your father retires happy, and your mother can snort herself to death."

"This isn't what I meant when I said I wanted to know about the business Tommy. In fact this is so far from it. It’s actually stupid.”

"It’s far from stupid Stace and this is as close as you're gonna get. So sign it." He explained nodding his head towards the paper in my hands.

"You're an asshole," I spat, dropping the contract back onto the table, grabbing my purse, ready to make my exit, but Tommy stood in my way, glass of whiskey in hand. His blue eyes darkened as he stared down at me.

"You're not walking out of here until you sign that contract."

"You can't stop me leaving.” I sneered side stepping around him only he followed my movements.

"I can, and I will Stace."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked unable to pinpoint the exact emotion I was feeling inside. There was rage, lust, joy, fear, sadness and that’s only to name a few. 

"I am trying to make you happy, fuck. Why can't you see that. Do you think I want to purchase a run-down tailor shop that is on its knees?"

"It's not run down," I defend with a scoff, crossing my arms across my chest.

"I would understand this attitude if I offered you a position within the Shelby Company but I'm fucking buying your dream job. Putting you in charge so you call the shots. But yet here you are, fighting me at every turn. What do you want from me?"

My breath hitched in my throat at the sight of his neck vein bulging out as he restrained himself from shouting and allowing Lizzie to overhear the argument we were having. 

There was so much fire, so much passion behind his eyes when he spoke about doing this for me, I could’ve pounce on him. He had never looked so sexy to me in all my life, and that was hard, considering that's all I thought about when it came to him.

The ache between my legs, making itself known as I stood before him all anger and annoyed feelings disappearing as he stared down at me. His fingers tightening around the rim of his glass as he waited for my answer. 

"Eh? What is it?"

Instead of responding with words, I raced towards him, planting my lips firmly against his, taking him by surprise for a moment before he returned the attack, dropping his glass of whiskey to the floor with a smash.

Our teeth clashed together as his hands rubbed along my upper arms, squeezing my shoulders before making their way to my hair, pulling the clasp holding it together, allowing my hair to cascade down my back.

Running my hands up his chest, I returned the squeeze on the shoulders before allowing my hands to tangle in his short hair, pulling it causing him to moan.

"Fuck I missed you." Tommy growled against my bruising lips, his hands working on the buttons of my dress, frantically pulling to get them apart.

"I missed you" I moaned, exposing my neck so his lips attached themselves to that spot under my right ear that drove me crazy.

"Fuck just watching you assert yourself in front of Lizzie. Almost had me bending you over the desk.”

"I wish you did," I groaned, allowing him to push me back towards his desk. My back hitting off the edge harshly causing me to hiss.

"Yeah you want me to fuck you in front of her show her who I belong to eh?” He chuckled, kissing his way down my chest.

His hand came up to knead the soft tissue of my left breast as his mouth nibbled and sucked through my bra before stopping suddenly. His head pulled back, eyebrows furrowed as he studied my breasts.

“What is it?” I asked, breathing heavily as his face hovered over my chest.

“Nothing” He shook off, diving back to work.

"You belong to me Tommy, no one else." I tell him brushing off his weirdness. My hands reached down to undo the buttons of his trousers.

*

"I do, fuck I do." He breathed dropping to his knees, grabbing the bottom of my dress bunching it up in his hands, holding it above my waist only to have me push him away.

"No, it’s my turn.” I shake my head, guiding him up to his feet before pushing the waistband of his trousers down towards his ankles, quickly followed by his cotton shorts.

"Get on your knees love.” His voice was coated with nothing but lust. Stroking the side of my cheek, I dropped to my knees before him. His hard cock standing tall to attention.

"Mine." I spoke sternly wrapping my hand around the base, stroking his cock gently.

Above me Tommy inhaled sharply, his hand coming down to tangle itself in my hair as I continued to tease his length, gently blowing on the tip.

“Fuck Stace, take it in your mouth.” He breathed, grip tightening at the back of my head, his hips thrusting into my face. “Please”

“Maybe I should lock the door first” I spoke, suddenly becoming aware that Lizzie could walk in at any moment.

I knew she had seen Tommy’s impressive cock before, I just didn’t want her to get another look at it. It was mine now. 

“Fucking let er, let her see how am your man.” Tommy groaned, thrusting his hips forward once again, the tip brushing against my lips coating them with his salty precum.

Biting my lip, I glanced behind him once more. The thought of her walking in and seeing how I can please Tommy excited me all of a sudden.

“Open your mouth Stace, I wanna fuck your throat” He growled when I ignored him.

Taking my head in his hands, he stroked my cheeks before forcefully opening my mouth. He pushed forward allowing his tip to enter my mouth, the both of us moaning loudly at the feeling.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I allowed him to push into my mouth further, his cock hitting against the back of my throat instantly causing me to gag around him. 

“You take me so well, don’t you love?” He moaned out, stopping his movements briefly allowing me to adjust.

Moaning in response, I leaned forward taking more of Tommy into my mouth. Inhaling deeply through my nose until it pressed against his groin. Tommy’s fingers gripped at the back of my hair, his breathing stuttering in his chest, eyes squeezed shut.

Pulling away from him, I swirled my tongue around his length, using my hand to roll around his balls before I started to bob my head up and down his impressive member. The ache between my legs growing so hard and painful, I began to thrust into the air begging for some fiction.

“Fuck…Stace, your mouth is fucking perfect.” He moaned above me.

Beaming at the compliment, I moaned in response, running my tongue along the thick vein on the underside which had Tommy gripping my head tightly.

I was so lost in my movements, so worked up giving the man I loved pleasure that I was in complete shock when he suddenly pulled my mouth from his cock. Whimpering, my mouth remained opened, a string of saliva was the only thing still connecting me to his member.

“Stand up.” He ordered, eyes much darker now.

Reaching up I wiped the side of my mouth, big doe eyes looking up at him as I cautiously stood to my feet. Every other time I had given him a blow job he would finish in my mouth demanding that I swallowed every last drop he would give me.

Shuffling from foot to foot, I looked up at him. His tongue ran along his bottom lip as he shrugged his gun holster from his shoulders, tossing it onto a chair.

“Loose the dress and underwear then bend over my desk princess.” He demanded, his fingers unbuttoning his waistcoat.

Biting my lip I looked past him towards the door, tempted to run over and lock it but when I got the raised eyebrow from him, I knew better than to disobey him. It wouldn’t be the first time Tommy had denied me a orgasm for my behaviour.

Pushing the dress from my shoulders, I allowed it to drop to a puddle around my feet before hooking my fingers into the sides of my underwear, pulling them down over my soft legs.

Standing back up to my feet, Tommy was watching my every movement, his hand ghosting of cock, up and down as he waited for me to follow through with his instructions.

Moaning with anticipation, I walked over towards his desk making sure to put an extra wiggle in my step before slowly bending forward over the table, stretching my arms forward as my ass hung in the air.

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you” Tommy’s voice was suddenly loud behind me.

Jumping around at his unexpected confession, I tried to turn around to face him but he was right behind, hands now on my hips stopping me from moving. Looking over my shoulders at him, my eyes went wide as I felt his tip slowly slide along my opening towards my clit.

“You want me to prove your mine? I’ll prove your mine by watching your stomach swell with my child” His eyes were filled with lust but there was a twinkle of love as he stared down at me, one of his hands caressing my ass while the other pushed my shoulders back onto the table.

“Tommy…” I whimpered closing my eyes. Something about his words and the way he was looking at me was really getting to me.

“You’re the only woman to carry my children Stace, no one else can compare.” He continued, his fingers spreading my lower lips, teasing me.

“Tommy please.” I whined pushing my hips back into his tip, hoping to catch it at an angle that would allow him to slip inside. “I can’t wait much longer.”

“You desperate princess?” He chuckled, slowly sinking his tip through the hole only to pull it out again. “Want me to fill you up? Make you round with my baby?” He asked allowing the tip to evade my core a little more each time before pulling out.

“Jesus Tommy, just fuck me” I howled pushing back as far as I could go but he stopped me with his hands on my hips.

“Say it, say you want my baby Stace. I need to hear you say it.”

“Tommy give me your child. Please, fuck me until every last drop of your seed coats my womb. Just please, claim me, make me yours.”

With a low groan and a squeeze of my hips Tommy slammed his cock into my entrance with such a force I was sure I could see stars. Biting my lip, my eyes rolled shut as I adjusted to the delicious fullness feeling that was Thomas Shelby.

“Fuck Stace, you are fucking perfect” Tommy groaned pulling out of me slowly before snapping his hips back in. His fingers were digging into my sides, I could already feel the start of the bruising but I didn’t care.

“Tommyyyy” I breathed, rocking against the table. His hand was slowly sneaking up my body, squeezing where it could before wrapping around my neck pulling me off the table so my shoulders were against his chest.

Tommy had changed his angle, thrusting up no to match the position he had put me in. I could hear and feel his breathe in my ear mixed with his groans with the pleasure he was feeling.

“You like when I fuck you like this?” He grunted in my ear, his free hand coming around the front to rub circles on my clit.

“FUCK.” I screamed, slapping a hand over my mouth.

"Let it all out, baby. Let her hear how good I am making you feel. " His voice husky in my ear as his cock thrusted so hard inside me I couldn’t see straight. “You gonna come princess?”

Nodding, I cried out in pleasure, my orgasm fast approaching. I didn’t have much to compare to but Tommy knew exactly how to work my body, he knew all my pleasure points and he never failed to make me cum, I don’t think I could live without him. 

"Tommy. Tommy fuck...I'm-ugh, I." I couldn't formulate a sentence as I closed my eyes, my hands coming up to clasp around his hand that was around my neck, needing something to hold onto for support. 

"Jesus Tommy" I shrieked nails, sinking into his skin, tears of pleasure filled my eyes.

“That’s it Stace cum all over my cock and I’ll fuck a baby right here.” His hand that was on my clit now resting of my stomach. “Watch you swell, fuck you’d be perfect.”

He must have been imagining the scenario in his head as his thrusts began harder, faster, almost animalistic as he rutted into me. With one perfectly time thrust he hit that spot that had my knees weak.

A white blinding light exploded behind my eyes, my voice catching in my throat. I had never felt anything as powerful in my life. Tears fell from my eyes as my mouth hung open, I never wanted this feeling to end.

“Oh fuck, Jesus Christ that’s it baby milk my cock, fucking hell” He grunted his thrusts slowing to allow me to enjoy my release. “Fucking love you coming over my cock, makes you so fucking tight.”

“Tommy… Tom” I whined not really knowing what I was whining for. The release I had experienced was one I could happily die to with no regrets. 

Tommy chuckled deeply in my ear, letting me drop back down to his desk, his hand pressing down on my upper back, his other hand gripping my hip to hold me in place as he started to chase his own release.

“Oh fuck” I moaned, eyes rolling into the back of my head as he used my body how he wanted.

I loved this side of Tommy, it was very rare for me to experience the rough, dominant side of him as he sometimes treated me like a glass doll that would break at any moment but after today, I expected him to fuck me like this. There was so much more want and need, it had my head spinning.

"Fuck give me your baby" I squealed, legs physically shaking as another orgasm pended. I could barely keep myself together.

"FUCK" Tommy's hips snapped against mine harshly. His load shooting deep inside me painting my walls, the feel surprisingly me, triggering my second orgasm of the afternoon.

"Ohhh shit" I cried, squeezing my eyes shut. My body went completely limp against the desk, the only thing holding me up was Tommy’s hands on my hips.

“Perfect” Tommy spoke after he came down from his release.

Slipping out of me he leaned over my back, placing soft kisses along my shoulder blades. “I don’t think you’ll be returning to work today Stace.” He chuckled taking in my fucked out state. 

Shakily pushing myself from his desk, he pulled me into his arms. His right hand coming up to gently caress my cheek as he stared loving down at me, I felt my cheek heat up, simply soaking up the look of love he was giving me. 

“I love you.” He nodded, bending down to capture my lips with his own.

Pushing me back my hips hit off the edge of his desk once more. My hands clasped around the back of his neck as I returned the kiss, his hands squeezed my ass tightly in before he lifted me up onto his desk, spreading my legs wide so he could stand in between them. 

“Now I wanna see your face when I fuck a baby into you..” 

Taglist 

@shelbyteller @seleneshelby @forgottenpeakywriter @babayaga67 @sweetmilkshakeluminary @slutforcoffein @sydneyyyya @happysparklingshadows @margew76​ 

[hazardworld]

It’s season finale time!!! This is a doozy, guys. 

Content warnings: The same Jason dickery covered in Part 5, plus what Andy does to Erica in S4 is more than just mentioned. 

Stick around as I figure out where to go from here!

WB: 1.2.3

Season 1: P1.P2.P3.P4.P5.P6.P7.P8

———

Darkness.

Darkness consumed him.

Thick oozing liquid through his scales.

A voice in the distance, calling his name.

Commanding him.

Shock went through him as he split in two…

and two…

and two…

For once, he’d follow willingly.

After all, they had a common goal.

———

“I am so confused!” Max groaned, draping herself over a chair. “This is going completely nowhere!”

“I hate to say it, but Max has a point,” Eddie commented, “we’ve been consistently circling back to the same points over and over again. What is it gonna take to try and make this a path instead?"

"I hate to say it, but Steve needs to leave the kitchen," Erica sighed. "As much as I desperately want whatever he’s making right now, I also want to know what this damn book means," She gestured to Jason’s red magic book at the center of the table.

Nancy sighed, looking towards the kitchen as her face settled on her fist.

"STEVE," Dustin yelled, clearly exasperated, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THERE,"

"Practicing Erica’s birthday cake!" Steve responded, "She’s here, and I didn’t think I was all that important since you guys were figuring stuff out on your own, so I thought I’d just check things off my list!"

"Steve, you are literally the most important person here!" Nancy called, shaking her head. "How much time do you have left on that timer?"

“…like 10 minutes? I just changed the rack,”

“Get out here, you idiot!” Erica chided, “My birthday is in like 11 days! It’s not even Bastille Day yet!”

“Oh my god Erica, enough about your fucking birthday,” Dustin groaned as he complained. Erica had been mentioning her birthday ever since school ended, and it had been pissing him off ever since.

“Dustin, we both know you’re exactly the same come November,” Will smiled, raising an eyebrow, and Dustin flipped him off.

Will wasn’t…entirely wrong.

He got excited, okay??

“Yeah Dustin, maybe I won’t invite you to my summer Barbie beach extravaganza,”

“Wait, Dustin, you actually like Barbies?” Max grinned, eyes passioned like wildfire. Immediately, Dustin felt his ears flatten and his cheeks grow bright red in embarrassment.

“It’s not lame…” Dustin muttered, frustrated, though the words only fell to Erica and Max’s ears.

Dustin thought Barbies were cool, okay? When he was little he got a lot of his parents’ old toys, which included his Ma’s old Barbies. Usually, he’d make up they were his older teenage sisters, and dress them up in late 70s fashions as if they were the 'coolest popular kids at school' and were super intimidating and made him popular by proxy. Now he had Steve for that, but he still liked keeping some of them around as experiment models, or to talk through science stuff to, or in the rare times he sewed, to prototype what he was thinking.

"I never said that," Max smiled, "I just didn’t expect it, is all. Barbies are a girl’s toy,"

"Gender is a social construct, kid," Argyle grinned, "Take me for example. I look like a guy, cause this is just how I naturally exist. Just because I look like a guy doesn’t mean I couldn’t be a girl," Argyle shifted to resemble the form of a girl, "Or even something in between," Argyle shifted in between the two, then back to his natural form.

"Here here!" Eddie cheered loudly, before awkwardly quieting when he realized it wasn’t the time.

"What are we cheering about?" Steve sauntered into the dining room, wiping his hands on a washcloth, grinning. He was wearing his baking apron, and to Dustins glee, had kept his half form the entire time. Steve had said he wouldn’t show it in public quite yet as to not jeopardize the party, but it was reliving to see him taking care of himself regardless.

"Nothing, don’t worry about it," Eddie waved it off, and the table made eye contact agreeing to just move on.

"Steve, we need you to open this book Max found," Nancy pushed the red book towards him as Steve took his seat.

"Max, is this…?" Steve looked at her in bewilderment, but she nodded.

"I think it’s Jason’s, I found it in his bedroom—OH! Eddie, I have something for you after," Eddie grinned and nodded as Steve looked over the book.

"Guys, I can’t open this," Steve pursed his lips. "If Jason was descended from Melusine I could use his direct ancestor’s magic since my lineage connects higher, but he’s from the youngest sibling. I’d need the Great Father or Great Mother’s magic to unlock it, and both of those are under lock and key in Atlantie,"

Well fuck.

Wait…

Dustin leaned over to his stack of books as the table discussed further options above him. There was that one book Will found that was extremely useful, and didn’t it go further into the idea of siren sibling magic?

Eventually, Dustin found the purple leather-bound book in the stack, and flipped around until he found the page he was looking for.

'A Siren’s magic could be placed in 4 separate Houses:  

The House of Theliore is the magic of water. Calm, cool, and mature, this magic is in the heart of Atlantie. It can be found in the hearts of most underwater sirens, though every siren, no matter their House, is always connected to it. Sirens in the House of Theliore are typically creative, bubbly, and more emotional than other sirens.

The House of Melusine is the magic of air. Witty, spirited, and impulsive, this magic represents the thinkers of Atlantie. Typically found on land, Sirens in the House of Melusine are typically more thoughtful than other sirens, though they can also be somewhat too-faced to those they don’t care about.

The House of Cerina is the magic of earth. Controlled, stable, and strong, this magic represents the doers of Atlantie. These sirens can be found anywhere, though most still reside underwater. Most sirens in the House of Cerina are grounded and less objective, though this can lead them to being seen as less unkind as other sirens.

The House of Gerane is the magic of fire. Active, vivacious, and energized, this magic represents the spirit of Atlantie. Sirens in the House of Gerane are typically driven more by their heart, leading them to sometimes make brash decisions. They’re rarely found underwater, and are the rarest type of siren due to the clash between their House and their nature.’

"So, this isn’t just a magic submission potion," Unfortunately for Dustin, he’d been reading so long the table had moved on, and Eddie was now analyzing some sort of small potion bottle, "This is a general submission potion."

Instantly, Max’s eyes went wide.

"He said 'no one wanted to get fucked at parties anymore,' in reference to it." She whispered, horrified.

"Eddie, how strong is it," Nancy asked, blue eyes starting to glow just slightly in her anger; the little tell-tale of Valkyrie in her veins.

"I don’t know, Nancy, gimme a second!"

Dustin looked to Steve, who was following the conversation with a frown and a furrowed brow. He gave him a little tap on the thigh, and the older teen looked to him.

In all honesty, Dustin wasn’t the best at following nuance. Upside Down coding was one thing since he knew what all the codes meant, but something like this, where everyone at the table was talking around the blunt truth? Absolute shit.

Luckily, where Dustin lacked in people skills, Steve usually could fill in.

"Dust," Steve leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Jason was using the potion to make people submissive and weak at parties, like a roofie, and then—"

"OH"

Steve nodded once before leaning back to his seat.

Dustin despised Jason Carver.

"Do you know who made it?" Erica asked, and Max pointed at her as if to validate her point. "Because whoever made it—"

"Had to have known what he was using them for, I know," Eddie murmured, turning the bottle over in his hands in contemplation.

"If they were smart, they didn’t sign anything on the bottle," Will countered. "Is there any magic surrounding the bottle?"

Eddie nodded once. "Yeah, all potions have magic around the seal,"

"We could get El to analyze it if you can’t find anything," Will proposed. "She can tell us what the magic looks like, and we can find them from there probably,"

Suddenly, Dustin caught a whiff of something unfamiliar, something sour…

It came from out front.

"Actually, this one wasn’t smart!" Eddie grinned, looking up from the bottle. "On the bottom there’s a little—"

"Dustin, man, are you okay?" It was Argyle that keyed into Dustin’s manic sniffing, "You’re sniffing up a storm, there."

The scent was vaguely recognizable, something he knew he’d smelled before.

There were hints of something similar to Lucas, though it didn’t carry any of the notes of lavender and Lucas’ woody cologne, just the sweat…

The sweat which was far stronger after basketball rehearsals.

Oh fuck.

"The basketball team is outside," He blurted out.

There was a deafening silence before all hell broke loose.

"GET THE BOOKS OUT" (Dustin)

"GET EVERYTHING OFF THE TABLE" (Nancy)

"I CAN’T CARRY EVERYTHING, SOMEONE FUCKING HELP!" (Erica)

"I NEED TO HIDE" (Eddie)

"WHY ARE THEY AT MY HOUSE" (Steve)

"EDDIE NEEDS TO HIDE" (Will)

"WHY ARE WE YELLING THEY CAN PROBABLY HEAR US" (Max)

It was Argyle who calmly walked to the front door and waited for the inevitable knock and call of Andy.

Yet again, everyone froze in anticipation.

"Hey there, can I help you young gentlemen?"

"Where’s Steve?" Andy. Dustin heard their feet move into the main entrance, and Argyle shut the door. He felt himself constrict in anger, and Max put a hand in front of his now-bared teeth in case he started to growl.

"Why?" Argyle asked, “Is everything okay with him?”

Silently, Dustin watched Steve sigh and calmly shift himself back to his human form.

Damn, it was fun while it lasted.

Steve beckoned for the group to follow him, and slowly, they all walked out.

"Hey!" Steve gave his publicity smile and a wave. "Can I help you guys?"

"Mind if we take a look around?" Andy asked, smirking as if he had an upper hand. "We have reason to believe you’re plotting against Jason."

"Sorry, but I know my rights." Steve tilted his head in fake sympathy. "You’re not the police, and even they can’t search my parents’ home without a warrant. Besides, all you’ll find is the makings of a birthday cake tasting session," Erica smirked and nodded, puffing her chest out slightly.

"With Eddie Munson here?" One of the team members asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Dammit, Steve, I told you I needed to hide!" Dustin could feel the anxiety reeking off of Eddie from every angle. The man couldn’t stop fidgeting to save his life, currently!

"Andy, isn’t that the kid that was so easy to stop this spring?" A werewolf from the group said, cracking his knuckles.

Wait, was that how Erica broke her arm in the Hellkins 4?

Erica bared her teeth and Dustin did the same.

This was his pack, dammit.

Dustin was snapped out of his anger as a phantom breeze went across his skin.

Weird.

"What?" Steve’s faux enthusiasm broke, and Eddie looked at him with wide eyes.

"I wonder how easy it would be," The wolf stepped forward, towards Erica. Dustin tried to block her with his arm, but the older wolf easily pushed him to the floor.

Another phantom breeze, stronger this time.

"To pick you up," The wolf picked Erica up. "And throw you down just like my witch friend," He pointed to Andy, who smirked.

Erica didn’t hit the ground.

Instead, she started to glow dandelion yellow.

Soon, everyone in the Party did, and the winds Dustin had been feeling started whipping around in the same color.

So were Steve’s eyes.

His half-form was back, thankfully, but this time Dustin was legitimately frightened.

Steve was right, sirens were fucking scary.

Subtly, Dustin could hear a song playing in the background, sad and melancholy.

The basketball team were hovering high in the air, their hair and jackets whipping around them.

(Why weren’t the Party’s hair whipping around, too?)

Dustin didn’t look when he heard the thumps of the team’s bodies hitting the mansion walls at full force.

Steve’s trance was broken when something beeped.

"Oh shit, my cake!"

Instantly, Dustin shot up, and with the rest of the party, watched Steve calmly take out the prototype cake as if nothing strange had ever happened. Soon, Steve made eye contact with the group.

"Guys, is everything okay? You’re all looking at me like I’m doing something weird…"

Well yeah, no shit. Erica had almost gotten thrown and Steve lost his shit, were they not going to be looking at him like a crazy person?

"Steve…" Nancy pleaded, and Steve sighed. He wiped off his hands and walked towards the group.

"What? What could have possibly gone wrong that…" Steve’s eyes widened when he saw his main room, and the hopefully unconscious bodies along its walls.

"Eddie, Argyle, get the kids and go." Steve said sternly and all too quickly, and Dustin froze. "Nance, stay here. I’ll need you whether or not they wake up."

Dustin wasn’t leaving.

"What, Steve—" Eddie protested, but Steve put a hand on his shoulder, shutting him up.

"Eddie, I need you to take the kids to the Byers’; that’s where everyone else is. Fill them in. I’ll tell you when to come back. Keep them safe for me; I trust you."

Will and Dustin made eye contact.

OH.

HOLY SHIT.

GO STEVE, APPARENTLY??

"O-Ok. C’mon kids," Eddie and Argyle made for the door, and the rest of the younger party followed.

"Dustin, c’mon!" Max beckoned for Dustin, but he shook his head.

"Dustin, go," Steve said, stern. Dustin’s head throbbed—was Steve using sirenspeak on him?—but he was too stubborn and too pack bonded to care.

"Fuck no. You die, I die Steve," He gave a nod to Erica; she understood the reference. "I’m not leaving you here, and you can’t convince me to leave."

Steve looked him once over, and sighed.

"Go to John’s, guys." Steve nodded to Eddie and Argyle, and they nodded back. 

The door shut behind them.

"You’ll be safe there,"

----------

Season 2!

The fact that some people think Dustin is homophobic when he canonically enjoys cartoons for little girls for their plotline value. That one saw gender and said ‘fuck that’ and ran. Anyway it just so happens my fan birthday for Erica is the Barbie movie release.

Edit: I realize I said ‘basketball rehearsals’ and currently hate my cringey theater kid self. That being said this is Dustin’s pov and he canonically is also a cringey theater kid so it stays.

Tag List:

@estrellami-1 @cookies-and-doom @beckkthewreck @dbquills @impeachy

[aizawasbrazybaby]

Giyuu x Reader (Nsfw)

Warnings: Modern AU, Dom Male, Sub Female, Knife Play, Blood Fetish, Bodily Harm, Cum Eating, Masturbation, Not edited bc don’t wanna┗|｀O´|┛

•

A/N: Hey my loves! Took last month for a mental break but I’m back :) N e ways enjoy this smutty messʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ

~

~

~

Overtime

Light shed from a singular panel on the ceiling. Flickering and threatening to darken the small section it lit up. Keys fell flat under your heavy fingers-inputting numbers into the monitor.

“Your favorite grill spot with the rest of the crew you in or out?” your roommate asked.

“No thanks,” you didn’t bother taking your bored eyes off the screen.

“Y’know you can finish the analytics tomorrow. Reports aren’t due till Monday evening,” Shinobu shoved her elbow in your side, “andd Uzui’s going and knowing how much of a pussy you are this could be your last chance to see if he’s still on the market.”

You swung your head in different directions double checking that he wasn’t in ear shot range. Grabbing her shoulders she was yanked face level, only inches away.

“Gonna tell cooperate too? Keep your fuckin voice down,” you sighed, “not today okay. Next week absolutely I’ll go with you, Uz, and the rest of the background characters but I’m so far behind and super stressed as is.”

“Suit yourself but don’t ask for anything cause I’m not bringin leftovers home.”

Sitting a good distance in peaceful silence he did his task. Finishing last minute assignments. Things of that nature. Honest to god he didn’t mean to be bothersome or nosy.

But the gasp you let out paired with metal hitting wood who wouldn’t be curious. And the quickness in which you shuffled to the sink he followed hot on your trail.

“Is everything alrig-” his stomach fluttered. First a few crimson droplets then mini black puddles. His feet backtracked a few steps. Pupils inflating in the dimmer side of the office.

“Ah, I’m fine Tomioka just a little clumsy,” as much as you rinsed more blood clumped on the wound, “can you grab the first…aid.”

A slight burning emanated through your middle and ring fingers. Giyuu’s expression went unreadable with his mouth wrapped around your digits. Steaming saliva coating your broken skin.

The iron taste that bled on his tastebuds caused his slacks to tent. You were almost infatuated at the sight. Heat dancing from your face down your neck, “Tomioka.”

Your voice was a little more that a whisper. The life came back to his irises. Licking his red lips he wrapped a dry paper towel around your hand, squeezing a little harder than necessary.

“There, should be better,” he rushed back to his seat clenching the wet paper towelette.

Lowering his head behind the short cubical he undid his zipper playing with his pink cockhead. A silent sigh exhaled through his mouth.

“Fuck, so good,” he mumbled running his tongue over the blood marks. His subtle strokes only became more sloppy.

Fantasizing about all of your irony liquid spilling out of your body. Long drops extending down your arms and calf’s. Unable to suppress his urges any longer he locked eyes on you. The adorable yet almost terrified look you wore.

“Hey..sorry if I triggered you. P-phobia’s sometimes makes us do things out of the ordinary…Giyuu?”

Shuffling over like a timid little puppy you could see his chair reclined. His hand pumping his chubby dick. With his free one he tapped his thigh.

You’d get fired. You both would. Especially if the custodian that’s only two doors down so much as hears what activities were to transpire they’d surely report it.

Even with that knowledge, it didn’t stop you from plopping on his lap admiring his pretty cock. How hard it was for you. Curled fingers hesitated to reach for his body.

“ ‘s not a phobia,” he pulled out a pocket knife. Giyuu was engraved in gold on the sides of the handle. He dragged the jagged tip down your white button up.

A low hum passed your lips as he tapped the cold black handle on your erect clit. Your wetness coated the round end poking at your tight pussy.

“I like it. Look so pretty bleeding,” he pushed it further only stopping before the blade made contact with the skin. Cooing at the foreign object stuffing you full it hit the sensitive area connected to your clit.

Arousal dripping down the sharp edge onto his fingers made Giyuu’s cock twitch. Collecting the saliva from your tongue you went back to jerking him off.

Looking in eyes it wasn’t just you that turned him on. More so that you leaked from more places than one. He sat you on the desk replacing the knife with his dick.

Sucking the handle clean he shared the taste of you through a messy kiss. Stretching your cunt with his fleshy cock.

“Can I get more?” His sight flicked to the weapon, “promise I’ll be careful.”

Undoing a few buttons your shirt fell off your shoulders. The initial cut had you wincing and flinch with pain and pleasure. Giyuu lapped it up before it had a chance to touch your top.

His pace was sloppy and rapid. Your walls so willing to take him in. Knots bundled in both tummies so close to release.

“Gonna cum can’t hold out longer,” he pounded into you harder this time.

Your slick was mixed with a few drops of his semen the rest on your thighs. His tongue cleaned his mess but not before taking in your ounces of blood.

[mamasturn]

henny talk pairing: ab x black!fem!oc content: a reunion between two ex's where the hennessy does the talking. warning: suggestive language. alcohol consumption. heavy with dialogue which is so different for me lollll. 18+ steam warning for language and suggestive themes. i had no clue where i was going with this but i wound up liking it anyway hehe song: henny talks by rosemarie tags: @neeville@dulcewrites @crash-and-cure@cvpidspearl @blackwriter48 @wonderprince @venus2eros @adoreyouusugar @sunshinetoday1 @cosmic-parker @kaitaesupremacy @librarydame @louderfortheback

There were many things she was taught not to do, but chose to disobey. Such as reopening a door to that could possibly lead to heartache once again, after four months of no contact. How foolish she was.

She was taught not to stare. That it was a rude practice. But, her eyes were trained on his hands. They were wrapped around the glass of dark liquor he’d been nursing since he arrived. A droplet of perspiration seeped through his fingers and slid down the back of his hand, over the scar he got from piercing the skin with a nail. That same droplet traveled down his wrist which was adorned with the gold bracelet she gifted him years prior. 

It was shocking to her that he’d kept it. When his pictures would come up on televisions and in magazines, she’d see how the sun hit it perfectly. She’d never admit it, but it made her heart flutter.  He kept a part of her close to him. 

She lifted her eyes slowly and pushed her shoulders back. 

“Something on your mind?” he asked her, ignoring the zing within the pits of his stomach. He wasn’t naive to the way she kept her gaze on him heavily. However, it did make him a bit nervous. 

She shook her head and pulled her drink towards her body. Her white nails caressed the side of the glass as she palmed it and brought it to her lips. She wrapped her blood stained lips around the black straw, an innocent look in her eyes as she did so.

He squirmed. 

"Just wondering wondering why you called me. There's nothing to talk about." She was stern in her tone. Her lips were pressed into a straight line and her eyes held an emotion he couldn't identify. He should've felt defeated by the walls she threw up, but not when he still possessed the weapons necessary to tear them down.

A smug smile crept along his pink lips. His teeth peeked from behind the flesh. He threw a hand over the back of the chair next to him and brought the slippery glass to his lips. His throat bobbed as the liquid slid down with ease.

"If there was nothing to talk about, why are you here?"

There it was. That smart ass mouth that made the depths of her soul rumble with disdain. Her nostrils flared like a bull preparing to attack, which she was fully prepared to do. To lay it all out on the ragged wooden table in front of them, to give the bystanders a show, to let him know she need not be fucked with.

"Who doesn't like free drinks?" Was her rebuttal. Her finger flicked the straw out of her cup onto his lap. She knocked the beverage down with ease and refused to show how the burning was brutal. Down the sides of her mouth, remnants of it slid. Down the side of her neck, passing the tattoo there, and toward the valley of her breasts. His jaw clenched.

"That's all you agreed to come for? Free drinks?" He signalled for the waitress to bring out another round. If it was a game she wanted to play, he'd gladly participate.

She hummed. "Free drinks. Wings. Kinda hard to pass by."

"Baby, you're not foolin' a damn soul. What I give you you can give yourself. So, let's cut the shit and get to the point--I want you." The playful tone was gone and was replaced by one with dominance. It made her ears perk up.

She leaned over the table in interest. Her next glass was gone as quickly as it came and the after affects of it were heavy. Her body felt warm and tingly, her eyelids were low, and she felt the control over her mouth loosening my the minutes. "You claimed to want me all that time ago. Guess what you don't have? Me."

He tsk'd lowly and took another hearty sip of his drink. "I beg to differ. You wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't have you wrapped around my finger, darlin'." He was a cocky bastard. She would hate to admit he was right. He had her wrapped around his finger tighter than ribbons in a young girl's hair. If he was to tell her to jump, she'd ask how high before he got the chance to say anything else

She sat back. "I beg to differ, AB. If you acted right to begin with, we wouldn't be in the position we're in now." The position they were in? Separated for 121 days. No contact; no texts, no calls, no letters, no emails. They hadn't seen each other face to face over that four month span because of his ridiculous behavior. He may have had her wrapped around his finger but he once had her wrapped around him, and that privilege left when he did 121 days prior.

He cleared his throat and sat up straight. His knees knocked against her crossed legs. The heel of her stilettos grazed his calf with every movement he made. He shivered. The days when she'd do it to tease him flooded his memory. His pants suddenly felt tighter than they were before he left the house.

"What position? I'm practically on my knees for you. Isn't that what you wanted? I'm at your mercy, baby. I want you as long as you'll have me, and I think that's what you want."

Her brown eyes bore into his blue once. Mischief danced behind his orbs. She squinted and pursed her lips with a slow nod. "Yeah? You know what, you're right. You are at my mercy and what I say goes. So, maybe, just maybe if you fuck me the way I know you know how to, we can come to a consensus." Again, her blood red lips curled around the edge of her glass.

Goodness.

She was challenging him. The same way he used to challenge her. What he said went; no if, and, or buts about it. But now, she had full control over the situation and planned to use it to her advantage. Sure, she knew he wanted her, and she'd be a liar to say she didn't want him back. Nothing was to progress without having a little bit of fun playing the game, though. The game he taught her so well.

She watched as he crumbled at her statement. The dominance began to melt as her strong gaze tired his advances. His chest heaved visibly, his hands clenched around his glass, and his knee bounced rapidly against hers. His neck deepened in color and lust glassed over his blue eyes. She couldn't help but toss him a dimpled smile.

He dropped a few dollars on the table and nodded toward the exit, "Let's go."

Henny spoke, and it always spoke well.