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jakegasm · 1 year

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again. part two. | jake sully

genre: angst ♧ , fluff ♡

pairing: jake sully x omatikaya!reader (mentions of neytiri and tsu’tey)

word count: 2.9k

warnings: none! yay!

brief info: jake has noticed your closeness with tsu’tey and can’t stand for that. Won’t say too much bc it’ll give it away sooooo enjoy!

notes: i want to thank all those who gave their ideas for this second part, I tried to include everyone's ideas so forgive me if I did;t use your idea. But yeah you know who you are, thank you so much I LOVE YOU ALL!!

*not proofread so there may be shit loads of grammar issues in here*

tag list🤍:

- @almighty-raiden-shogunate , @agustdeeyaa , @hangezoes-wife , @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed , @hangezoes-wife, @itwasntreal, @atokirina-writings, @ricecakeslove, @petrasdesire

there are more of you that are supposed to be on this list but tumblr told me they couldn't find your blog T-T so I have sent those who I couldn't tag a message! and also if I didn't tag you and said that I would please forgive me there were a lot of you to remember T-T

He was annoyed. At least that’s what it seemed to be to Neytiri.

A certain aggressiveness to his movements while he used his knife to sharpen the point of his arrow, his arms flexing more than usual. His eyes stayed fixed on something causing a sharpness to be held within them. Neytiri watched her “mate” from afar, his frustration now leaking out of him and into her. Eyes slowly followed his line of vision falling upon a soon-to-be-mated pair.

You and Tsu’tey.

Seeing the two interact with each other always made her suspicions rise. The both of you never spoke to one another, yet now you two were destined to be mated. Tsu’tey was a hunter, you a tsahik. Both of you served in different social groups, not once interacting with each other, not even a glance. None of it made sense. It all happened too fast. Too sudden. She often pushed her personal feelings aside deeming it was not her place to have a voice in the matter, though this was a struggle to contain as she watched her “mate” continuously be irritated by their presence. Perhaps something happened with Tsu’tey? She thought. Jake and Tsu’tey often hunted in the same party, looking back the two had a rough introduction to each other, so a quarrel happening between the two wasn’t too alarming.

Gently she placed her knife down next to the leaf she used to cut up some fruit for dinner later on, she let out a puff of air rising from her seat making her way towards the man who she swore had steam radiating off of him from how much he was fuming.

“They are lovely aren’t they?” her voice snapping his head towards her, eyes wide. A giggle bubbled up seeing his reaction, though she covered her mouth quick enough to suppress its escape. His face relaxed, only for a second though as his previous frustrated expression soon after. Head looking back down at the work of his arrow, bringing a finger up to the point and testing the sharpness of it. “Yeah. I’m happy for them,” he grunted out, his frustration no longer trying to be masked. He was not happy. Not even a little. He actually hated–no despised the new couple.

Loud laughter rang out just loud enough for him to hear, pushing his ears back toward the sound. You were laughing. Quickly he took a chance to catch a glimpse of you, you had tears in your half-closed eyes, your hand resting on Tsu’tey’s arm for support as you hunched over laughing at whatever he just told you. Jake held his breath briefly behind pursed lips to steel himself against the glee of your laughter. He fought the strong urge to go over to you and take you away from him, he wanted you to laugh at him like that. Only him. He had to do something about this and he had to do it quickly. Now. Before, he lost you for good. Except he found himself glued to his seat, his body refusing to move. His heart told him to go, but his brain kept him in place.

“You wish to speak with her don’t you?” Sighing Jake closed his eyes leaning forwards, resting his arms on his legs.

“If she doesn’t want to speak to me, that’s fine. She doesn’t have to” A pair of soft hands clasped themselves around his making his eyes slowly open, his eyes meet a pair of delicate ones filled with so much reassurance.

“You are wrong. So very wrong.” His eyebrows bunched together in confusion at her statement. Her face wore a smile that he couldn’t quite comprehend.

“You need to make amends. Talk to her before it is too late. You may not get this chance again.”

Slowly he straighten his posture, his hands still residing with her own, his face jumbled together. Where was this coming from? Could she be hinting at a particular feeling he has tried so hard to subside during their time together? Did he really make it that obvious? She continued.

“That night. I heard you two. I followed her, my curiosity getting the best of me. To my surprise, I found you with her trying to console her, comfort her, treasure her. It was clear to me then…and even now.” Reaching up she rested one of her hands upon his cheek, her thumb rubbing soothingly across the bone of his cheek, her smile never dropping nor changing.

“You were made for her, not me. I cannot take you away from her. I will not. All I ask and wish for my sister is happiness, her happiness is mine…and you Jake Sully,” she paused, bringing her other hand to the other side of his face, her hands now fully holding his face.

“Are her happiness. Our happiness.”

~~~~

He tossed and turned, seemingly not able to get comfortable quickly as he usually did. Everyone was already fast asleep, including Neytiri that rested beside him in their shared hammock. Her chest rising and falling slowly with every breath she took contentment resting in her face, she looked…peaceful. Her words from earlier filled his head, much so causing his restlessness.

“You Jake Sully are her happiness. Our happiness.”

Her words confused him, yet at the same time, they made so much sense. She was giving her blessing to him. But why? He was her “mate” – well soon to be. The two never quite found the time nor the need for it to happen. They were simply going along with the punchline for her mother. Putting on a show if he would describe it as such, though that’s very much so of what it was. His heart had belonged to you and always you. Though, your mother deemed you were not fit for the role to be the mate of Toruk Makto. It angered him seeing the way your mother treated you at times as if you didn’t have a mind or even a conscious of your own. He knew your mother loved you deeply he just thought she had one hell of a way of showing it.

Carefully he swung his body out of the hammock, moving and stepping as quite as possible watchful enough to not move too much to prevent waking Neytiri. Successfully, he made his way out of their–the shared hut taking a route he knew too well seeing he’d always go here on sleepless nights like this one.

Pushing plants and leaves out of his face as he passed through he could hear the splashing of water along with the smell of crispy water, a smile slowly creeping up on his face. Pushing more leaves out of the way he made his way toward the small pond picking up a little speed on the way. The abrupt softness under his foot stopped him in his tracks, glancing down he noticed a loincloth and familiar teal beaded top, his heart sped up as he recognized who this belonged to. The sound of humming broke him away from the clothes, his eyes being directed to the sound as if he was being enchanted and put under a spell, quietly he tucked himself behind a rather large leaf.

There you were. The moon shined perfectly on you. Water glistening on your skin making it look softer than ever. Your hair was wet and slicked back while you occupied yourself with your humming, eyes closed and the most beautiful smile on your face. He felt the air being sucked out of him the more he watched you, you were so ethereal looking. Too heavenly to be real. He was snapped out of his trance to the sound of gasping, his heart picking up pace for a different reason now. He was caught. Almost instantly you covered yourself, sinking deeper into the water your face just above the water.

“What are you doing here?” You shrieked. He opened and closed his mouth probably resembling a fish out of water gasping for air as he struggled to find a correct explanation for her. Instead, he just slapped a hand over his eyes while his other hand held out in front of him as he slowly emerged from behind the leaf.

“I didn’t see anything, I swear.” He was nervous, so nervous he could feel himself sweating. Hearing the splashing and crashing of the water he assumed you were getting out and waited a few more seconds before peeking through his fingers to see you in front of him tying the knot back on your loincloth. Removing his hand from his face he watched as you readjusted your clothing back on your body, your hair falling alluringly in front of your face. His hand itched to fix it though he refrained curling it into a ball at his side.

“Announce yourself next time. The water is all yours now.” You were quick to walk away from him, a pang running through his chest as you refused to look at him as you spoke rather coldly to him. His body moved before his mind could comprehend what he was doing. You came to an abrupt stop, his body now blocking your path huffing you crossed your arms over your damped chest.

“Out of the way.”He stood frozen. Your face grew irritated more and more by the second.

“I said out of my way, Sully. I must leave before Tsu’tey grows suspicious of my absence.”

“I can’t let you do that.” He finally breathed out, his nerves now all jumbled up.

“Why not?” The annoyance in your face twisted something in his chest. You were never this cold towards him, though he couldn’t blame you for it. This was all his fault.

“I need–I want to talk about…about us.”

He watched the cold demeanor on your face break a little, but it quickly covered your face again except now it was colder than before. You scoffed looking at him in disbelief.

“What are you talking about? There is no us Jake. There never has been. So, there is nothing for us to discuss.” Again you tried to make your way around him but again you were caught.

He wasn’t letting you go that easily. He needed something to keep you here with him, he needed to tell you the truth. Biting his lip he cursed at himself for what was about to come out of his mouth.

“I love you.”

Silence.

You stood there in front of him your back towards him, your feet glued to the soft grass where you two stood. Your heart paced fast, too fast it felt like it would explode out of your chest. He felt the same except his heart paced out of worry, fear that you had gotten over your feelings and that he was a little too late. Little by little you turned yourself around to face him, his eyes frantic and desperate for you to say something. Anything.

“What?” You exhaled out a shaky breath, your vision becoming blurry.

“I said that I love you.” His voice was more serious now. Straightening up his posture he poked out his chest a little to show his seriousness. Your small frame coward shoulders slumped and your breathing became ragged. It felt like that night all over again and it was becoming too much for you.

“You do not mean that. You are saying these words to me to make things right. I will not fall for it this time Jake.” You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt a sob getting ready to rip through you and out of your mouth. “I cannot let you do this to me again.”

“I am happy. The happiest I have ever been. Tsu’Tey has taught me what love should and should not be. He–He has taught me that I need to love myself before I can give all my love to you.” You shook. Hard. You were crumbling right before him and all he wanted to do was hold you and tell you everything would be okay and that they’ll work through it. He slowly lifted his hands to your face that rested in a downward position, cupping your face in his hands he rose your face to his. His mouth suddenly became dry when your eyes reflected the same expression you held all those night ago. You didn’t fight him you didn’t have the energy to nor did you want to. You wanted to believe what he was saying was true, though there was a part of you that didn’t trust a word he spoke to you.

“Then let me help you. Let me be the one who helps you find that love for yourself to share. With me.”

“I–I do not understand.” Your voice was laced with sadness but also confusion.

He had run out of options. There was not a single thought in his mind that he could cook up and serve to you in words, his mouth nor brain would allow it. Hs tongue retracted outwards coating his dried lips with a layer of saliva, his eyes danced between yours and your lips. He wanted to stop himself for what he was about to do, in respect for you and Tsu’Tey’s relationship but in all honesty? He couldn’t care less.

His body leans in, so carefully. Breathing and no breathing could be heard between the two of you as he grew closer and closer to you until his lips were ghosting over your own. He paused for a moment waiting to see if you would push him away from you or pull yourself away, but you didn’t. Your own breathing had slowed down your eyes watching his lips now as you could feel his breath among them. He was so close you could barely feel your legs anymore or your fingers, not even the slight chill of the night that blew around the both of you because all you felt was him, everywhere, filling everything around you. He whispers,

“Please.”

“Please don’t hate me for this.” Pushing his head a bit further, he felt his lips finally connect with your own. Your lips are softer than anything he has ever known, soft like a first snowfall, or biting into cotton candy that melted away by the slightest touch. You tasted sweet. So effortlessly sweet.

This was the only thing that mattered.

This.

You.

Your petite body pressed against his and your arms found their way to his neck wrapping them to pull him even closer into the embrace. Your lips danced feverishly together as if you two were starving for each other, and without a doubt you two were. His hands dropped from your face sliding their way down your body, his fingers brushing lightly against the curves of your hips sending a small shiver down your spine. Swiftly he hooked the back of your legs wrapping it around his torso, carefully sinking you both to the ground with you straddling him. Breaking for air, he headed for his next destination. His kisses felt like fire against your skin, the way his lips pecked and nibbled on the skin residing between your neck and collarbone sent your mind into a whirlpool.

“Jake��” you puffed out, your lungs no longer working at the moment. Your voice seemed to fall on deaf ears as he continued his assault on you. Holding the small of your back he rested a hand behind your head as he laid you softly on the grass, his new position in between your legs now. His lips found yours again except this time he was more desperate. His lips moved now rather harshly against your sucking and biting at them to get your gasp out his name, his thoughts running wild as you did so.

Once again you two broke away for air heavily panting as you both observed each other. You underneath him with messy hair and slightly swollen lips and him above you with eyes hazing over. Your eyes reflected loving eyes, showing him they are the door to his own soul. Touching him with those gentle hands, not as clay, but as if his body were reborn in its most perfect form. And so, in this love there runs a deep gratitude, a sense that what is given is sacred and transient, passing in time into the eternal cycles of living.

You wore a smile on your face, a smile that was finally for him, your hand cupping his face and gently rubbing your thumb soothingly across it. Instinctively, he leaned in your touch.

“I–see you…jake.”

He felt a wide grin spread across his face as his stomach did a flip after flip.

“And I see you, y/n.”

~~~~~

The two of you walked back hand in hand, both faces wearing a smile. The sun now rising spreading across the forest, waking a few up in the process.

“So what are you going to tell my sister?” Awkwardly Jake scratched the back of his neck.

“Well, she was the one who pushed me to do this. But, I’m glad I did because if not I would’ve lost you to Tsu’Tey.” The comment earned a small laugh from the girl beside him tweaking confusion from him.

“I and Tsu’Tey were never going to mate. We were following my mother’s request, neither of us were interested in the other.”

He was relieved, relieved that you and Tsu’Tey were never mated, and also relieved that he could be the one to mate you, just like he had planned.

“So? Does this mean I can be your mate?” You stepped in front of him, locking your fingers together and smiling beamingly up at him.

“It seems Eywa has deemed you so. Jake Sully.”

His smile mirrored your own before he swiftly captured your lips with his own once again, silently thanking their great mother. After all,

Eywa makes no mistakes.

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littlemisslipbalm · 9 months

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August, honey, you were mine

Josh Kiszka x Fem!reader - Enemies to Lovers College!AU

When originally deciding to be a film and visual arts student, Y/N had thought her biggest issue would be getting a job after college. She hadn’t known that the other people in her major would actually be her greatest obstacle to completing her degree.

So this photo is insane and likely not accurate to the time that this would be set. However, IDC and he looks beautiful.

Separately, here is my College!AU Enemies to Lovers Josh fic... I started working on this over a year ago and really it's silly because I lost the feeling that I wanted him to be mean so maybe it loses steam, idk let me know what yall think pls and reblogs appreciated - lots of love xoxo etc. more to come.

Summary: Forced together by fate or maybe just scheduling, Josh and Y/N can't stand being in the same room together. Unfortunately, with classes and her shifts at the Lover's Inn, it seems that Josh is in her life more than ever. Can hate turn into love or has something been there since the beginning?

Word Count: 13 k | Warnings: swearing, drinking, enemies to lovers, nauseating fluff, SMUT 18+ (specifics below the cut)

oral (male receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, edging, mild? dirty talk, female masturbation, i think that's it!

It wasn’t that everyone was annoying. Sure, film students could be a lot, especially for Y/N when she was planning on going into costuming and styling rather than other production aspects. There were just a few overzealous students who seemed to get under her skin more than others.

Namely, Josh M. Kiszka. He was talented in many respects, begrudgingly she would admit that. However, his annoyances and shortcomings outweighed his talents tenfold. One spark of genius would cause ten pitfalls and plot holes, leaving a forest fire of destruction in his wake.

His curly hair was disturbingly trimmed leaving a small rat tail at the nape of his neck for the majority of the time she had known him –at the beginning of this year he had finally cut it and seemed to be trying to grow it out but she didn’t care. He was absurd and even disturbing at times. His smile took up too much of his face when he grinned maniacally. And she could go on.

Now, being in the same major as someone could be irritating at times, but in reality sharing one to two classes a semester shouldn’t be the end of the world. Sometimes it certainly felt like it with Josh since it seemed like he turned everything up to an 11 on purpose. A bursting zipper was a catastrophe, the wrong colored shirt was the work of the devil. But realistically, she only should’ve seen him at most eight hours out of her week – if she could avoid being paired with him for any group projects. She could do eight hours of him droning on about the intricacies of a film and chattering away about his new big idea.

What she couldn’t do was essentially work for him. And she didn’t work for him. At all. But he certainly seemed to think so every Thursday night.

The first time Josh Kiszka walked into the green room at Lover’s Inn, the college town's local venue made for serious music and serious drinking, while Y/N was working, she thought it was some sick joke. She chalked it up to the fact that her karma must be god awful and this was her cosmic punishment.

She had worked there for two years before this, consistently doing backstage work happily for the experience of potentially helping musicians with costuming and styling if they ever took her up on her offer. Mostly, her job consisted of fulfilling riders and babysitting.

On this fated Thursday, it was raining as the fading summer quickly turned into a blustery fall. The trees faded quickly, changing just as fast as they had blossomed. The biting cold of the rain had soaked her hair so when she burst through the stage right door, a spray of rain flew from her head as she gasped in the warm room temperature air.

First rain made people drive terribly, making her later than she would’ve liked to set up the things requested by the band tonight. She was slightly bummed that because she was rushing, she might not have a chance to offer her assistance with styling of the new band, but she thought she’d just ask to help them out at a later date since her manager had told her that if they played well tonight they were going to get the recurring Thursday night spot.

Greta Van Fleet was their name, which she thought was cool, but given their rider, she had a funny feeling that they were probably like most local Michigan bands, mediocre at best, creeps at worst.

The two cases of beers as well as some strange hippie bullshit snacks gave her the inkling of what to expect.

The moment she hears her name from a particular voice, a pit of dread opens up in her stomach. She didn’t know exactly why he was here but she knew instantly that tonight was going to be a long, long night. She finished straightening out the tea corner the band had requested and swiveled around to face the curly-haired bastard. The stupid smirk was already on his lips and his eyes were full of the tell-tale mischief that came with Josh.

“You got a crush on me or something?” He quirks his head with a raise of his eyebrows. “What are you doing here?”

Josh knew she didn’t have a crush on him. Quite the opposite of it, but he loved to see her get furious with him. It brought him insurmountable joy.

“Never in your most self-serving, indulgent fantasies,” She seethes and juts a hip and folds her arms across her chest, taking on a defensive stance immediately. “I work here, Josh. What are you doing here?”

He grins, taking a few more steps into the room before pausing and looking around for a moment. His eyes cast around the worn leather couches, the two rugs mismatched and covering one another, a circular coffee table that had clearly seen too much cocaine in its heyday, and the table filled with snacks and drinks perfectly placed for his band’s amusement, before returning to his classmate staring at him with an appalled but also concerned face.

“Work, of sorts,” He shrugs, the smile never leaving his face. “Moreso play.”

She rolls her eyes but feels her breath hitch as Josh crosses the room further, coming extremely close to her. Her eyes widen as he continues to smile at her with an innocence she knew was an act. It doesn’t leave his intensely sculpted face that was unseasonably tanned for Michigan, even if summer had just ended. His hand reaches out to the right of her frame and plucks a fruit snack pack from the basket she had placed them in five minutes prior.

“Those are for–”

“The band?” He asks, his head cocked to the side once more, after finishing tearing the bag open with nimble fingers. “Thanks, by the way, lover. You got my favorite brand.”

The pure joy Josh had just found in seeing her face contort in disgust at the nickname he had just come up with meant it wasn’t going away anytime soon. He thought he was clever for calling her something inaccurate yet also fitting since her place of work was called Lover’s Inn. In his eyes, it was perfect.

“You’re not…” She trails off seeing the delight in Josh’s features.

He nods, not taking a step back from her personal space and popping an organic fruit snack into his smug mouth. “I am. The lead singer, actually.”

She turns back around to remove herself from the close proximity of Josh. “You’re just bullshitting me,” She mutters, shaking her head, refusing to believe him despite her knowing realistically, it was likely true.

“No –” His next thought, likely one to continue his aggravating crusade, was cut off by someone else’s voice.

“Josh, y’know you could help with the drum kit, like you’re supposed to,” A younger man with long flowing locks complains as he carries in two bass cases. His hair was damp, but drying, signifying the rain was subsiding. Josh’s hair had given no indication of the weather due to the drying but jarringly yellow umbrella that lay abandoned by the door.

Once the cases are carefully set down in a corner of the room, he realizes that Josh was not alone. He uses a hand to flip his long hair back from his face and regards the other person in the room, coming to Josh’s side.

“Hey,” He sticks the same hand out and has a goofily familiar grin on his face. “I’m Sam.”

She takes his hand, telling him her name while giving his hand a shake before letting go rather quickly, she was confused.

“You’re in the band,” She confirms to Sam, who nods affirmatively. “And Josh is in it too?” She asks more skeptically.

“Sure is,” Sam looks at Josh quickly before smiling again, like an all knowing fox. “He likes to act like we’re already famous and don’t have to load our own equipment, but we’ll be lucky to score this gig, Ja–”

“Okay, Sammy,” Josh cuts the younger boy off. “I’ll come out and help, just, shut the hell up.”

Y/N quirks her head as she watches them shuffle back out of the same door she had come through twenty minutes prior, watching the way they interact with one another. She goes back to finishing up the table. It looked fine, but she still felt the need to turn all of the fruit snacks so that they were facing forward and make sure the extras of things she had bought were clearly accessible.

Another younger guy with curlier hair walked in while she was still fussing over the table, a part of a drum kit on his back and a drawstring backpack in his hand.

“I’m Danny,” He introduces quickly after shuffling off the large equipment bag and placing it on the outside of the green room door that leads to the rest of the venue. “Drummer.”

She nods and introduces herself once more, directing him to the table of the fulfilled rider items and that she was around to answer any questions that weren’t specifically technical. Her job, after fulfilling the rider, was handling the band before and after they performed, essentially. She attempted to make that more styling and costume related, but in reality she just was there to make sure no one got too hammered before going out on the stage and no one passed out in the green room afterwards. It was a small venue and therefore a small crew but thankfully, she didn’t have to worry about the instruments as well. Just the people.

When Josh returned to the room through the side door, she was still waiting at the entrance. Her body leaned against the inner frame of the door. It was shut to keep the noise of the rest of the venue out of here, and vice versa. She didn’t want to be in the room any longer than she had to be, but she needed to check off with the entirety of the band. It was to ensure that all of them were here prior to their set and to check in with them about anything else they might need. Now that she knew Josh was in the band, she really wished she could just leave. She certainly was not going to ask about styling, she already had her allotment of fighting over clothing with Josh for the week in class on Tuesday.

The surprising thing about Josh’s arrival is the second copy of him that appears behind him. Like the first stranger, he had long stringy brown hair and slopey dark brown eyes. Unlike Sam, however, he was literally identical to Josh. One realization came to her silently, Sam was Josh’s little brother, that’s why his grin had been so unnervingly familiar.

This man, just two steps behind Josh, though, he was more than familiar. He was the spitting image of Josh except for his hair.

She can’t stop this realization from being audible. As the two of them stand practically side by side as they converse with one another, seeming to almost mirror one another, she blurts out words before she can think twice.

“Twins!” Her voice sounds overjoyed at the realization that they were identical. There was a hopeful glinting look in her eyes as her hands clasp in front of her and she smiles. The fact that Josh was a pain in her ass is forgotten for a moment because she finds it so interesting and unbelievable that identical twins were standing before her and that she had known one all along without knowing it.

Josh stops speaking mid-sentence to regard her and he’s surprised by her reaction. The twin looks perplexed as well with a raised left eyebrow. She is wowed once more.

Josh says her name and hands Danny the rest of his drum kit. “This is my other brother, Jake.”

“And you’re twins? Identical?” She repeats after Jake waves.

“I think you know the answer to that,” Josh throws his hands up in a theatric flourish adding to the condescending tone.

Jake replies far more cordially. “What Josh means to say is, yes we are identical twins. Thanks for noticing.”

“I’m sorry,” She back tracks, remembering the situation and laughing, still feeling off-kilter. “I’ve known Josh for two unbelievably long years and he’s never mentioned once that he has an identical twin brother that he’s in a band with – and he talks enough for it to have come up at least once.”

Josh rolls his eyes with a huff of breath, deciding that he wants to continue helping with their equipment and belongings rather than listen to what he was sure was about to turn into a ‘shit on Josh’ situation.

Jake’s laughter is loud and unadulterated as he crosses the room towards Y/N with the same smile his brothers had, except his didn’t make her want to wring his neck. “He’s always talked too much, I can asure you that. What makes you clearly an unwilling acquaintance of his?”

The grin on her face feels like it’s taking up the entire room. Already, Josh’s twin was leaps and bounds ahead of him in terms of how much she wanted to be around this person. She also liked his hair, it was long and pretty, maybe it needed a good shampoo and condition but it didn’t have a rat tail, which was the biggest plus in her book. When Josh had returned this school year without it, she had rejoiced but also been slightly dismayed that she hadn’t had the satisfaction of snipping it off herself. On several occasions, she remembered waking up with a triumphant smile after cutting it off in some of her more vivid dreams. She wasn’t completely sure if she could be trusted with scissors around Josh so maybe it was better in the end.

“We’re the same major, unfortunately.”

“Oh,” Jake’s voice holds deep understanding. “I’m sure that can be a lot. I used to help out on his films when we were in high school, so I know he’s…passionate.”

She snorts and shakes her head, acknowledging what he had said before once again remembering she was working. “Yeah, that’s one way of putting it.” She casts her eyes around the room and sees that the four guys are all in the room. Josh had returned and was trying and failing to look like he wasn’t eavesdropping on her and Jake’s conversation. “Anyways, now that I know you’re all here, I can leave you be. Just let me know if there’s anything you need before your set. The techs will come in around,” She pauses looking at her watch. “7:00 to have y’all go set up and go over that kind of stuff. You need to be out on that stage at 8, no if’s, and’s or but’s. Also, if you do get the recurring slot, I’d love to help y’all with styling if you’d be interested since that’s more my expertise.”

She hears Josh snort at her last sentence but she pointedly ignores it, only looking at the other three band members.

“How do we find you if we need something?” Sam asks, settling into the darkest brown leather couch like a lanky puppy, all limbs and no idea how to control them gracefully.

“I, uh,” She stops, realizing she normally handed out her phone number since she hated the radios they were supposed to use. For some reason, giving her number to Josh’s band made her uneasy and then she remembered with a sigh. “Josh has my number from previous group projects, assuming he knows how to use his phone he should be able to give it to you.”

“What’s your number again?”

“You don’t have me saved?” She’s exasperated to say the least and a little offended otherwise. They had quite literally been paired in a duo group project their first week of college, two years ago. If he hadn’t saved her number after all this time, she’s sure she would strangle him.

“I think I do,” He looks down at his phone, scrolling through something, “just double checking something.”

“Give me your phone,” She rolls her eyes and places the palm of her hand out waiting for the weight of Josh’s phone to be felt. She types in her number into the search bar of his contacts. The names dwindle until only ‘August’ pops up. She finishes typing the entire number and the name ‘August’ is still staring back at her on the screen. She looks between the phone and Josh a few times before clicking the name and verifying that it was her phone number.

“Why the fuck do you have me as ‘August’ in your phone?”

Josh grins triumphant and satisfied. When she glares at him, he shrugs and plucks the phone back from her grasp. “We met in August, I didn’t remember your name from class and I didn’t bother to ask. By the time I knew it, I couldn’t be bothered to change it.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Is Lover better or worse than August? Because I’m willing to change it to that,” He continues looking at her with that wolfish look in his eye.

“I fucking hate you.” She says with a shake of her head before addressing the rest of the room again. “Well, if any of you three need me, don’t hesitate to find me down the hall or get my number from the gremlin that fronts your band and shoot me a text. Josh, do not bother me.”

“Only in my dreams, I know, lover.” Josh mimics being shot by an arrow in his heart and stumbles back before winking evilly at her.

“Right,” She sighs heavily and tries to smile lightly at the other three who offer her sympathetic smiles back. “I’ll be back at 7:45 if no one needs me before then.”

A chorus of thanks follows her out the door and she ignores Josh’s voice again as she goes. It’s pitched up and honeyed sweet and it makes her sick.

That was the first night. They had been good. Josh’s voice was surprisingly amazing and the rest of them were talented with their instruments. Jake was especially good on the guitar. She tried to focus on the instruments rather than Josh’s voice but it was almost impossible to listen to just one piece of their music, they all complemented each other so well. Even Josh’s voice didn’t overpower but finished the rest of the music being made.

They had also been clean and on time. Two things her manager liked even more than a good sounding band that amassed a crowd was a good sounding band that didn’t require a lot of assistance or cleaning up after. Greta Van Fleet secured the recurring Thursday night gig at Lover’s Inn. Which ensured that she got to endure more Josh Kiszka in her life than ever before.

They would fight in class and bicker during group projects that they got paired for and then to end her week just perfectly, she’d have Josh at her place of work, continuing to push her buttons and attempting to boss her around.

He delighted in calling her ‘Lover’ and being a nuisance when she was trying to help one of his bandmates. He always had issues with the vests and belts she found for him, despite them being exactly what he asked for, if not better. And he always, always had that stupid smug smirk on his face when he was around her.

In the middle of the semester, the film and visual arts third years were assigned a very intensive project. It could be alone or in groups but you had to do it all if you did it alone. As luck would have it or maybe it was just a cruel joke being played on her by the rest of the department, she and Josh were the only two not paired up who didn’t want to work alone. She contemplated doing it all on her own, but she knew she wasn’t the strongest writer and with the rest of her classes and the Lover’s Inn gig keeping her busy, she had to swallow her pride. Bite the bullet that was Josh Kiszka now entering another part of her life: her life away from both school and work.

They had looked at one another with dismay in their eyes. Even Josh couldn’t spin this as a way to torture her, this was genuinely not his ideal scenario for an important project either. They departed class on Wednesday with a sighing compromise that they would talk about it after the gig on Thursday.

On Thursday, Josh arrived first out of his band mates to the green room. She was there, finishing up unloading the grocery bags and double checking the cleanliness of the room. Even if Josh was a pain in her ass, she didn’t let her negative feelings for him change how she did her job.

“Well if it isn’t my number one fan, lover!” Josh greets, resting his backpack at the edge of the couch closest to the side stage door.

She sighed. She rejoiced on the Thursdays when it was one of the others to stroll through the door first, so that she wouldn’t have to be alone with Josh anymore for the week. Bringing herself to face him was hard, she had already seen enough of him this week and after the big announcement in class yesterday, she really could do without hearing his voice.

“I know you’ve probably heard this a lot before, so you should understand when I say ‘not in the mood’.”

“Oh lover, you wound me,” He gives her moon eyes before he rolls his eyes and walks around the room, continuing to place his stuff where he liked. The band had been working here for two months now and each of them had gotten into a groove. They had their spots and corners that they liked to chill in until it was time to get to work.

“Do you want your clothes or not?” She leans into her hip as she stares at him expectantly, waiting for him to stop messing around with the throw blanket’s tassels.

“I’d certainly go out and perform naked, I’m sure lots of people would thank you for your brilliant idea. Me in my true glory.”

She scoffs and crosses to her tote bag, dropped by the entrance. She shuffles through it for Josh’s new vest and the belt she found that matched it perfectly. The vest was tan with gold embellishments and looked like it would fit his small frame. The belt was also encrusted with gold broqaue and turquoise stones with a loud engraved buckle to finish it off.

With the pieces in hand, she crossed to his seat on the couch. Josh had his legs spread in a way that required her to stand between them or else she would have to lean awkwardly forward to give the clothes to him. She hated even the way he sat, making her life harder. He reclined back on the couch with his arms over the back of it, the light blue ratty t-shirt he wore stretched and strained over his biceps the way he was sitting. Her eye flickered to it for a split second in mild surprise, obviously he showed them off in the vests, but they seemed to bulge in their current state.

“Lay it on me, lover,” He grins lazily up at her, one hand flipping up right and motioning for her to give it to him.

She shakes her head at him and drops them carelessly on his lap. The belt was heavy enough for him to make a groaning sound. Normally she would walk out of the room at this point, just to get a little bit of time away from Josh. The rest of the band was reliable and she knew they’d all have arrived in the next ten minutes. However, something about Josh’s demeanor made her pause. It was something in the way his eyes looked.

Normally they were wide and bright with evil intentions. Today they still looked mischievous but a little more droopy, his movements a little less agile. She stares at his face, searching for the answer and noticing the way he just lets her.

“Finally decided you want some of this action, lover?” Josh mumbles, eyes fluttering closed as he lays his head back against the couch. “Stopped denying your true feelings…”

She crouches down to be on the same level as Josh, her face getting close to his as she inspects him closely. One of her hands goes to his eyelid, as she leans over him, opening his eye manually.

“Are you fucking stoned, right now?”

He swats her hand away from him and sits back up, pushing her back so that she’s still crouched between his legs. His face looms above hers, the lazy grin still visible on his face, as she stares up at him. Their faces are an inch apart and the space is hot in the already warm room. Her eyes widened expectantly.

“Shh, don’t tell August, she’ll yell at me.”

“I am…” She pauses, realizing Josh was still fucking with her. She puts a hand to his chest and pushes him back against the couch, causing laughter to bubble from his lips. “Fuck you, Josh.” She states, standing up again and stalking out of the room with a final. “Weed better not fuck up your singing, asshole.”

“Thanks for the vest, lover!”

Besides strutting around the stage a bit more sluttily and carrying notes just a tad bit longer than necessary, high Josh functioned about the same as regular Josh. After the show, the band loaded up their gear once more in the back of Danny’s van that they lovingly all called the Greta Van. Normally, Josh would hitch a ride home with him and Sam or hang around the front of house getting sloshed with his twin. Tonight, he begrudgingly sulked around the green room, informing his brothers that he ‘had a meeting with the bosslady.’

August had overheard it and rolled her eyes. “We’re unfortunately partnered for an extremely important project. I’m worried I made the wrong choice and should’ve just gone it alone.”

She grimaced as Jake wished her luck while Sammy and Dan gave her sympathetic gazes, mumbling their condolences.

“It can only be as bad as we make it, lover.” Josh huffed, resuming his seat from earlier on the larger of the leather couches.

“Are you sober enough for us to begin planning now?” She glared and folded a leg behind her to take a seat on the far end of the same couch.

Josh scoffed with a flip of his hand. “Oh c’mon it was just a couple bowls before going on to perform art.” Josh trailed off, mumbling as he stared around the room.

“Repeat that?” She urged.

“It’s not like it was the first time,” He repeated louder but still softly.

She groaned. “God, Josh.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “Y’know what? Fuck if I care. Let’s just get our plan laid out so we can go home.”

Josh nodded curtly. Her eyes flickered to his face in surprise that he didn’t protest.

“Okay,” She started, speaking cautiously. “I’ll obviously take the lead on costuming and you on writing, but we’ll need to collaborate on directing and creative direction. Do you have any ideas for stories you want to tell?”

Josh hummed, head falling to the back of the couch in contemplation. “Cults, a modern Greek tragedy, a bar comedy –we could set it right here, erh star-crossed lovers? What about you or are you just gonna keep all your ideas to yourself?”

“I was waiting to see if you had any worthwhile ideas.” She shrugged, scribbling something down on a notepad Josh hadn’t seen her produce. “The modern take on a Greek tragedy could be interesting…”

“I also was thinking about something similar with a modern take on a classic film like ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ or something to that extent. I like the idea of a post-college existential crisis coming of age female lead type story but I doubt you’d care for that.”

“No, no, no,” Josh sat up straight. “Don’t put your assumed misogyny on me! I’d love to do a female lead coming of age post-college existential crisis story! How dare you?”

She smiled at her page and then up at Josh. “My mistake.”

Their eyes met and the room felt eerily quiet with both of their mouths shut for once. The dingy yellow lights bathed the room in a homey glow. The worn leather was warm beneath their skin, inviting them to settle in.

Then simultaneously, they said: “Modern take of a Greek tragedy that is a coming of age post-college female lead story!”

“Fuck yes!” Y/N rose onto her knees in excitment as Josh’s entire face lit up, leaning forward in excitement.

“Let’s fucking go!”

They laughed and high fived, feeling an unexpected and unknown emotion of shared understanding and initial accomplishment. They talked plot, characters and logline, the main bones of the project they needed to get started on and split up what each of them would flesh out for their next meeting. It was decided that it would be best to meet after class on Wednesdays rather than Thursdays after shows just so that they didn’t have to hang around Lover’s Inn when it was just the locals in the front of the house and so that Jake didn’t get too lonely when he wanted to drink himself under the bar.

Josh felt a weird inclination to walk her to her car that night. He knew which car was hers, he always looked for it in the parking lot when he would pull up on Thursdays – a 90s classic black Volvo sedan with a dreamcatcher hanging on the rearview mirror.

She had regarded Josh oddly when he insisted on walking her over to the car even though the parking lot was empty with plenty of light. Then she noticed again that the lot was empty beside her car and the bartender’s, who was still working.

“Where’s your car?”

Josh kicked at a pebble with his sneaker and shrugged his shoulders with his hands stuffed in his khakis pockets.

She frowned remembering his high state earlier today. At least he was somewhat responsible, but with no foresight. “Did you want a ride?”

“Nah.” He shook his head vehemently. “I walked in, I can walk out.”

“Yeah,” She agreed. “But it’s dark out now.”

“It was dark out earlier.” He reasoned with his usual smirk trying to win his way out of this one.

“Not this dark, not this cold,” She insisted, pushing his shoulder to move towards the passenger’s side door. “And not this late. Get in.”

In the small interior of the Volvo, Josh took his hands out of his pockets and rubbed them together as she cranked the heat and shivered herself before getting her music playing.

“Thanks,” Josh whispered, grateful.

“Can’t have you dying on me,” She replied. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she was focused on backing up carefully, twisting around and switching gears, and she barely noticed when she finished her sentence under her breath. “For so many reasons.”

In the dark of the car, lit only by the moon and streetlamps around, Josh watched her uninterrupted. She sang under the music she had chosen for the drive. A CD that had already been in the reader of Radiohead.

Josh listened along to the dulcet melancholy voice of Thom Yorke. He likes how she knew all the words but paused every so often to look to Josh for directions.

“Nice house,” she said, turning down the stereo when they arrived.

Josh shrugged, turning his head from her to the classic Michigan two-story with its basic driveway and porch. Dark wood everywhere and an old tree in the front yard. There were warm lights coming from a few windows in the house and it looked like a home.

“It’s fine. Jake, Sammy and I rent it from a family friend so it’s a good deal.”

“That’s nice.” She feels awkward, making small talk with Josh.

It’s the antithesis of their usual relationship of bickering and jabbing and avoiding. It’s soft and casual. Warm and inviting in the familiar seats of her car, with her music. Josh kind of seemed at peace in her car. It was unusual, regarding him looking so quiet and calm.

“Alright.” She breaks the silence.

Josh takes the cue, blinking out of whatever trance was keeping him from taking his leave from her car and getting into his house for the night.

“Night,” he speaks softly. “Thanks for the ride…and, uh, see you Monday, I guess.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, watching him get out of the car, carefully taking his bag and his new vest and belt into his arms.

She waits for him to get inside before driving off. Still unsure of the feeling in her stomach, she blasts the Radiohead a little louder to drown out her speculations.

By the end of November, they were almost through with the filming portion of their project. Yet it was time for a relatively complicated scene. Well, it shouldn’t have been complicated if the weather had been right but unfortunately they were venturing into true winter in Michigan.

Josh and Y/N had settled on the tragedy of Hippolytus after attempting the tragedy of Medea but deciding it was too overdone — how many stories of a woman scorned by a man leaving her could we want? Instead, the twist of Hippolytus in the 21st century would allow for an interesting female lead whose story didn’t start because of a man.

Instead, like Hippolytus, their lead had decided against sex and relationships during college. Josh and Y/N had worried about making it purity porn but decided that they would balance the true story with modernity enough that it would work.

In the Greek tragedy, the woman interested in Hippolytus killed herself after being rejected by him, however that was another place they would depart. Instead, the counter to the lead would be hurt randomly and there would be a need for the lead to help them. This leads her to pursue psychology and therapy—medicine felt too cliche. But she knew she wanted to help people. Their bond eventually grows to love even though it’s not what she intended. However, both the therapy and the relationship help her find meaning to life, bringing her out of the existential crisis that started the story.

So they were filming the scene where the counter, James, was meant to get hurt. The short film was going to be narrated by a modern Aphrodite so some silliness was injected into it. She was interfering with the lead, Hyacinth, in hopes to persuade her to fall into bed with someone.

James lived next door and was washing his car, shirtless, when Hyacinth walked out her front door, about to go to gym—another one of her ideas of how to find purpose in life, pushing her body until it had no energy to think. Jason was meant to have gotten soap all over him from leaning across the hood of the car, like a male fantasy but reversed, and then point the hose towards him and wash it all off sexily. Of course, the student they had cast, weirdly also named James, was attractive but he was an angel and an ex-theater kid, so he couldn’t quite get it right and he was beginning to shiver even though they had the water as warm as possible and were covering him up between every take.

Josh was attempting to hold back laughter but after the third bad take, Y/N yelled ‘cut’ and walked into the scene.

“James, here hand me the handle,” she said.

Taking hold of the metal length at the end of hose that was turned off, she began to instruct James to do exactly what she was showing him. She turned it towards her and held it above her chest with her head tilted back, eyes closed. She sighed for a moment and then briefly moved up as if the water were hitting her face and then ran her free hand against her cheek, allowing her lips to open further and then ran the same hand down the front of her neck, down her chest and her stomach, brushing to the side just as she got to the top of her thighs.

James watched carefully, not phased by the directing. Josh gawked. His eyes almost bugged out of his head watching her and wondering if just maybe that’s what she looked like in a shower. Her soft hands would be running over her soft naked skin instead of her warm winter sweater and jeans, but still. He could imagine. The sudsy soap and bare skin touching the cool tiles and warm water. Fuck. He needed her to never do that again ever.

The last month he had seen more of Y/N than he had ever thought possible. Except now, he looked forward to it without pretending it was because he wanted to bug her. Josh wanted to know what she was thinking about every aspect of their project and he wanted to hear about her weekend and he wanted to kiss her against the walls in the green room when his brothers weren’t there. He didn’t act on the third thing, but he wanted to.

“Josh?” She raised an eyebrow, still holding the hose above her chest. “Josh?” She repeated.

He blinked. “Huh?”

“I asked if you agreed? Does that fit with an Aphrodite induced sexy car wash scene you imagined?”

He smiled weakly and she tilted her head in silent worry. Hopefully Josh wasn’t getting sick.

Of course it is, doesn’t even need a Greek god to intervene and make it hotter, she just was.

“Yeah, yep, fantastic,” Josh rushed. “James, you got it? We’re losing light.”

A cloud was rolling in from the east and Josh knew that if they didn’t finish soon they might get rained out.

James nodded and they ran the scene again. The actor nailed it and after Josh yelled cut, Y/N squealed in accomplishment. They high fived and Josh’s eyes linked on the side of her neck where her fingers had brushed as she had caressed herself minutes ago—professionally.

After that, they wrapped for the day, Josh still concerned about the rain, sending the actors and helpers home. Y/N hung around to help Josh bring his equipment back into his house. They were using the front of it for the scene. On their last trip to grab things from the street, thankfully all non-electronic, the beginning of what would be a long rainstorm began in full force.

This time it was Josh to shriek and Y/N laughed as they ran under the awning of the porch after grabbing everything left as quickly and carefully as possible. It didn’t matter, they were pretty drenched.

She tried to catch her breath from running and laughing while Josh felt his hair with a look of dismay.

“You know you’re stuck here,” Josh grumbled, looking out at the pouring rain. He hated the way she seemed to enjoy his displeasure at being wet.

“As long as you’ve got a spare change of clothes, a hot shower and a gas stove in case the power goes out, I’m fine.” She shrugs, pushing the screen door open and putting her half of Josh’s stuff on the entryway bench.

Josh followed behind with his binder and a few rain-ruined scripts.

“Anyone else home?” She wanders through the hall to the living room, peeling off her sweater and leaving her boots by the wall.

Josh shakes his head, “Probably not, it pisses Jake off when I film at the house and Sam usually goes to Danny’s on the weekend.”

She inspects her jeans and t-shirt before looking at Josh. “I want to shower now, can you find me clothes and put them in the bathroom before I get out?”

“Who made you queen?”

“This isn’t Lover’s Inn, I’m not on the clock and I’m your guest who’s trapped here…feel like you’re supposed to dote on me.”

Josh rolled his eyes, feeling the memory of their feud flickering like an ember in the pit of his stomach. He wants to tease her, say something biting to turn the tables on her. But she was right, they weren’t in any of the situations they were usually in with one another. More uncharted territory.

“You’re annoying,” he offered lamely.

She chuckled and pushed at his shoulder lightly as he passed, assuredly showing her to the bathroom. “Try harder, lover.”

Josh scoffed without turning his head around, but the feeling in his stomach grew as he heard her feet padding behind him. The rain was loud on the tall roof, fast and foreboding. It might’ve been adding to Josh’s unease.

At the end of this new hallway, there were three doors. One to a bedroom, Josh’s, a closet and the bathroom. He opened the closet to grab fresh towels he kept for when he didn’t want to do laundry that week and walked them into the bathroom.

It was surprisingly clean but Josh had his own bathroom, forcing Jake and Sam to share the other one, claiming he was the oldest so he got the most privacy.

She smiled at the tub. “Should I have a soak instead? Do you have any good wine?”

“This is not a fucking hotel,” Josh laughed. He handed her the towels and she gave him a pointed look. “But I’ll open a bottle.”

“Good boy,” She continued to smirk. “Maybe I’ll leave a nice tip.”

Josh pinkened slightly. She’d never been like this before. He felt like he was falling into some world where Aphrodite really was fucking with his life.

15 minutes later, Josh returned to the bathroom where Y/N was showering and pushed the door open. She had music playing but he could hear the water still running.

He walked in and placed the sweatshirt and clean boxers on the counter. Her wet clothes were in a puddle on the floor beside the shower mat and he swallowed. A pretty pink lace thong and a black lacy bra laid atop her top and jeans. He took a breath and went to head for the door, turning away from the clothes. But Y/N’s own breath caught his attention.

Her grunge 90s music was playing from her phone but she was breathing hard and Josh stopped short. His eyes shot to the shower curtain. The place he had been avoiding with all his power. It was sheer. Her silhouette was hard to see but it looked like it was writhing. He saw one of her hands slipping around her chest and he bit his lip. She was certainly squeezing her tits and she was breathing hard and he couldn’t see her other hand.

He put his own hand to his mouth to stop any shocked sounds slipping out. She must have forgotten that he was coming back. When he saw her silhouette drop to the floor of the tub, Josh snapped out of his trance.

He grabbed the clothes and slipped out the door, closing it as quietly as possible just as he heard a breathy ‘fuck’ he would dream about for weeks.

“Shit,” he whispered to himself. Letting his head fall against the now closed door, he took a deep centering breath before knocking loudly. “I’m leaving your clothes out here, kay? Gonna open that wine.”

Her voice was normal in response and Josh was wondering if he had just hallucinated. Had he accidentally taken a gummy and forgotten. Seemed unlikely since he usually wouldn’t when he was working on film stuff.

“Sounds good! Thanks, Josh!”

Josh tried to be normal when she came into his room in his clothes, rubbing his towel through her wet hair. He’d left the wine and two mismatched glasses on his bedside table. He mumbled that she could start without him as he passed her to jump in the shower himself.

On the fogged main mirror, she had written, “don’t work when it’s about to rain!”

Josh smiled to himself and stripped down out of his clothes that were still uncomfortably wet. His shower was much quicker and much colder. He couldn’t allow himself to be in there for very long or else he would’ve started to fantasize about what he was certain had just happened in here.

In his room, Y/N sat on his bed, taking large sips of the red wine Josh had found. She was nervous. Something about this storm was making her uneasy. The scene they had shot had done something to her. Everytime she looked at Josh, she swore he was eyefucking her and that made her feel strange. Extremely turned on. She had thought dealing with it in the shower would’ve solved it but the minute she walked out and saw Josh looking so sullen, still in his rain-soaked clothes sans his jacket, waiting for her to get out, she felt wet again. If anything, the quick wank had made it worse. Already slick and wanting, she wasn’t sure if she could handle being around just Josh for the night.

Now that they were friends, she couldn’t deny how attractive he was. God, it made her roll her eyes. He was talented and attractive and she was sitting in his bed, drinking his wine in his comfy clothes all at her request.

If it couldn’t get any worse, Josh walked into his room with his towel hanging around his hips and his chest speckled with droplets coming down from his hair.

“Didn’t have time to dry off?” She tilted her head, trying to sound casual. Unbothered when she was fully, terribly, bothered.

Josh shook his head, making more droplets fly around the room. “Forgot my own clothes.” He shuffled through his myriad of t-shirts and grabbed a gray one with a Buddhist symbol and black sweatpants.

“You sound like you need a drink,” she tried.

“Yes,” Josh sighed as if he was coming out of a desert with no water. He held his hand out and she quickly poured the second glass and placed it in his waiting hand.

Their fingers brushed and both of them pulled back as if they’d been burned. She met Josh’s widened, brown eyes looking dark in his navy room that was shadowed by the storm and his one yellow lamp. He clutched carefully to his towel and the clothes under his arm with the wine in his other hand, taking a long sip as he turned on his heel and returned to the bathroom.

She let her head hit the headboard of Josh’s bed. What the fuck was going on? She took another sip of her wine and then refilled the glass up high.

When Josh returned clothed, he sat on the foot of the bed and she silently refilled his glass when she saw it was already empty.

“So…what do you want to do?” She tries while folding her legs up under her chin.

Josh’s eyes flicker to the movement and get stuck on her legs for a moment before returning to her face.

“Movie?”

She shrugs, looking around his room for a television. “I don’t want to sit in your living room, your couch looks uncomfortable.”

“That’s where you’re sleeping if you can’t get home tonight,” Josh scoffs.

She arches an eyebrow and takes a sip of her wine. “I’ll sleep in Jake’s bed, he won’t mind.”

“No.” Josh stated flatly.

Her eyes turn back to him, cautiously. “Why not?”

“It’s weird.”

“No it’s not.” She sounds annoyed, placing her wine down and picking up her phone. “I’ll just text him and ask.”

The text sends and she smirks at Josh pointedly. Shortly after, a loud crash of thunder signals the power leaving for the rest of the storm and with it, the phone signals.

Josh smirks triumphantly over his glass when Y/N throws her phone dejectedly on the side table too, while he flicks on his battery powered lamp he had grabbed earlier as a precaution.

“Couch it is.”

She lays sideways along the top of Josh’s bed and hums, raising her hands above her head, allowing the bottom of the sweater to lift and expose her stomach. Feeling perfectly buzzed from the wine, she sighs, “I don’t know, this feels pretty comfy and I’m already settled. Maybe you should sleep on the couch since you love it so much.”

Josh watched her body extending across his bed and simultaneously wanted her there forever and to throw her out.

“Absolutely not. This is my house.”

“And I’m the guest,” she repeats. “C’mon lover, don’t be mean.”

“You’ve never seen mean,” Josh rolls his eyes and finishes his wine, laying it with hers on the table.

She laughs, outrageously loud. “You’re a lot of things, Josh. But I don’t think you’ve got a truly mean bone in your body or however that cliche goes. Evil sure, but that’s different.”

She hasn’t bothered to sit up and she’s enjoying the tone of voice Josh is slipping into and everything feels quite nice and warm. So warm. She shuts her eyes.

“No, no,” Josh hurries, moving himself so that he is closer to her. He pats her cheek lightly. “No falling asleep in my bed. Not allowed.”

“But I’m so comfy and cozy,” She croons, blinking her eyes back open. The smirk on her face gives her away.

“C’mon.” Josh takes her shoulders to push her upright. “Sit up.”

She laughs, but it dies out, recognizing the proximity of Josh’s face to hers. How his body is hovering over hers. How warm she is. “Fuck,” she whispers, staring at his lips, slightly stained from the wine.

“What?” Josh whispers back, realizing the same things as her. How soft the smallest bit of her skin is against his finger that’s on her shoulder, slipping along the collar of the sweater.

“Your lips are red,” she states.

Josh grins and lets his head fall between them with a laugh. “So are yours.”

He looks back at her and remembers the way she sounded in the bathroom. All the years he’d known her. All their fights. And how they weren’t really fighting anymore. How he teased her at Lover’s Inn and how good she’d been as his partner this last month and a half.

“What are we going to do with no power, August,” Josh whispered, already inching his face closer to hers.

She smiled and let her hands reach up to cup his face and neck. “Read the Bible by candlelight?” She whispered back as Josh’s nose nudged against hers.

He breathed a laugh across her lips and her breath caught in her throat when he finally attached his lips to hers. They kissed softly, just taking it in. Josh shifted them into a more comfortable position, one leg slotting between hers, while the other supported him so his torso wasn’t fully on her.

She whimpered immediately at the pressure and Josh smirked. He pressed harder, licking into her mouth.

She gasped when Josh began to kiss her neck and he spoke against her neck in between sucking against the skin. “I heard you.”

“W-what?” She was staring at the ceiling while she ran one hand against his shoulder and the other through his hair.

“I. Heard. You.” Josh repeated, allowing one of his hands to run under the sweater up towards her breast and she whimpered again. “Fuck,” he loved the way she sounded. “In the shower, lover.”

Her eyes shot wider, the haze of Josh’s lavishing touch disappeared with shame. “You did?”

Josh pulled back with a lazy grin, still playing with one of her nipples under her shirt and pecks her lips quickly.

“Yeah you fuckin’ told me to bring your clothes in because you’re a princess apparently and then you were in there getting off when I walked in.”

She felt embarrassed but remembered what was likely about to happen so it didn’t really matter. “Oh…I tried to deal with it quietly. I was just really turned on for some reason.”

Josh scoffed and retreated his hand from under her sweater. “C’mon,” he gestured to the sweater.

They were still acting like film partners through this interaction. Or at least how they acted. Talking casually while in the beginning of a sexual encounter.

She took it off and threw it to the ground while staring pointedly at Josh’s shirt. He followed suit before kissing her again. His chest looked so soft and warm, she wanted to be wrapped up in him.

“First, I almost had a heart attack at the sight of your thong and then I turned to leave and you’re in there playing with this thing.” He pauses his words, slipping his hand inside the boxers she was wearing, cupping her pussy.

She whines, extending her neck to kiss Josh’s. Feeling the need to touch more of him. He grins down at her again and kisses the space between her tits.

His hand rubbed ever so slightly over her mound without actually doing anything, but she felt the slightest friction and the pooling of her wetness. She grabbed at one of her tits.

“The curtain’s not opaque, August,” he continues and she groans at the nickname at a time like this. His middle finger slipped lower, hovering over her slit. He looked her in the eyes again. “I saw you writhing around your own little fingers. What’s it gonna look like when it’s mine your pretty pussy is wrapped around?”

She moaned at his words, throwing her head back against the pillows.

“Is it pretty? I bet it’s pretty.” Josh continued his special version of torture. She could feel his fingers but they weren’t doing anything she wanted them to. Every so often he planted a kiss on her torso. Of course he liked to tease by talking forever and ever.

“Take off the boxers and find out,” She tries not to sound impatient.

“Great idea!” Josh patronizes, slipping his hand out of the boxers completely and moving to take off the boxers.

She huffs.

“Don’t act spoiled,” Josh admonishes, returning his hand back to where it was while his other cups her face, forcing her to look him in the eyes again. He looks like an angel like this but so sure of himself. She’s amazed and completely at his will. “I know she already got to cum once under this roof.” He tsked, tapping his middle finger against her entrance. It was the lightest pat but she was so wet that Josh’s finger got a little of her slick nonetheless.

She moaned at the change in sensation, her hips dipping down in some instinctual attempt at getting him to slip inside.

“God, you are needy.” He removed his hands again and laughed when she huffed again. Both hands moved to her knees and pushed them to be bent and then apart, moving his body between them. His hands then went to her breasts, squeezing them and pinching tenderly at her nipples. Her hips bucked again and Josh kissed her again. “It’s gonna feel so good when I finally touch you where you want,” He offered, kissing her sweetly.

Pulling away he began to suck on her chest, continuing his monologue. “You were holding this perfect tit in one hand and rubbing your wet pussy with the other, right?”

She nodded when he looked to her for a response.

“I left when I saw you drop to your knees like some cock hungry whore…” Coming from someone else it would’ve sounded cruel, but from Josh’s lips it was the softest sweetest accusation in the world. His voice was honey and it only made her want him more. Maybe she was a cock hungry whore, for Josh.

Josh’s right hand returns to her pussy, cupping it like before and she’s sure she’s about to leak onto his palm.

“You’re leaking, princess,” Josh informs her, confirming her suspicion. “Do you like me talking mean to you? Why’d you drop to your knees in my bathroom, August? C’mon you can tell me.”

“I,” She starts. Josh chooses then to slip the tip of his finger inside of her.

“Yes?”

“I was about to c-cum and you have that, fucking, detachable showerhead…”

Josh thrust his finger fully inside her and she moaned, relieved but not much better. Now she felt herself quickly working up to another orgasm. He thrust his finger carefully, thinking over his response while trying to hold himself together now that he’d felt how warm and tight she was inside.

“Used my showerhead to get off in my shower. Touching these pretty tits, riding your own hand and now you’re laid out all perfect for me.” He added a finger and her hips began to move with his movements. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”

She hums in agreement, one hand hanging onto Josh’s neck and another gripping her tit like her life depended on it.

“And you’re gonna cum again already? Fuck,” Josh sounded amazed. In awe of how sexy Y/N was, how willing and lovely she was, how she was perfect for him. “Go on.”

She came immediately, having held off for so long, trying to hold it for Josh despite how much he’d teased her.

After she rode it out, Josh removed his fingers and gave them a lick. Humming his satisfaction. She breathed heavily watching him, but wanting more. Seeing from the bulge in Josh’s sweatpants she knew he wanted more as well.

“Fuck me, Josh.” She sat up on her elbows beckoning him closer.

“Did you forget who’s in charge?” He laughed, but it was soft. They were still themselves.

She widened her legs and pouted, dropping her hand to her pussy, carefully circling her puffy clit.

“Need it, Josh.” She rocked her hips. “I think you need it too.” She hummed, looking pointedly at his straining cock.

Josh shook his head and crawled over her again, pushing her hand away from her clit. She took up the job of pushing down his sweatpants and boxers simultaneously.

“Next time, I wanna see you dropping to your knees like the cockslut we now know you are.” Josh breaths, losing track of his train of thought with the feel of her soft hand gripping the base of him gently.

“Next time could be later tonight…” She whispered back, connecting their lips again. “Or tomorrow.”

Josh groans, at her words and the feeling of her slipping the head of his cock through her slick. He resisted pressing in immediately, feeling her rubbing it back and forth from her entrance to her needy clit. He bit her lip and she moaned.

“I would’ve fucked you months ago if I knew that getting you wet was all it took to make you all sweet and nice.” He grunted.

His hips thrusting on their own accord caused his head to slip against her clit in a way that made her moan loudly. She tightened her grip on his cock and Josh’s hips moved back.

“I wouldn’t be rude to the girl who’s about to let you hit, lover.”

She nudged Josh’s head into her entrance and they sighed in tandem. Her hands went up to his shoulders from under his arms. Josh dropped his face into her neck, overwhelmed by the warmth and softness. They began moving at a steady clip. Her legs wrapped around Josh until he started thrusting harder and faster.

“Fuck,” she whined. “That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

Josh had begun to sweat. He shifted one of her legs to balance one of his hands and then moved his other to the headboard and she moaned loudly adoring the stretch.

“‘M close,” He strained. His eyes were constantly shifting between her bouncing tits, his cock disappearing in her and her face and the expressions she was making. “You’re so wet.”

“Cum,” she breathed. Her fingers slipped down to her clit again, rubbing furiously.

Her walls tightened at the added stimulation and Josh was cumming. Hot and sticky inside her. He panted hard, collapsing on her with a wet kiss against her mouth. His cock had made even more of a mess of her, leaking out of her full, throbbing cunt.

Josh watched it. Entranced as he pulled out once more and twitched when Y/N moaned at the sensation, her eyes shut in pleasure.

“I’ll clean you up,” Josh nodded to himself before disappearing.

Less than 10 minutes later, the pair were cleaned up and wrapped up with water in Josh’s bed. Side by side.

They saw each other in class on Monday and Wednesday after their shoot and impromptu sleepover on Saturday that had run into Sunday, but they acted like nothing had happened. Or like it was completely normal. Which they both liked. They had been cordial upon waking up wrapped around each other on Sunday morning, but Y/N had made a quick exit, citing a myriad of reasons why she needed to go home now that the storm had passed. She even declined coffee.

It was Thursday, at Lover’s Inn, when the events of Saturday night became hard to ignore.

Josh didn’t show up first which she was grateful for. Jake sauntered in with his guitar case, his small but impressive pedal board and a few wrapped up cords over his shoulder. She smiled and they exchanged pleasantries as she shuffled around their table. Everything was ready, but she couldn’t stop herself from reorganizing things.

“Do you need a beer?” Jake asks after a tense 10 minutes of silence.

She laughs and flips around from the table, slumping against it. “Honestly, yeah.”

Jake lifts his mouth into a half-smile, nodding to the table. “You can have one of mine and I’ll steal one of my brothers.”

“How chivalrous,” She smiles, disarmed by Jake’s nature. She grabs two beers and the bottle opener from the table before crossing to him and handing over one beer to him, followed by the opener.

They click the necks together and take an appreciative sip.

“What’s got you flustered?” Jake asks.

“I don’t know,” She sighs, rubbing at her forehead, knowing exactly why.

Sam, Danny and Josh file through the side door while Y/N attempts to come up with a reason for her to be stressed. Jake watches her carefully, but her eyes immediately shoot to the sound of the door opening and their voices.

Josh scans the scene of Jake and Y/N on the two couches, sipping on beers, alone. His nose flares momentarily before setting down his piece of the drum kit and saunters to the couch, sitting beside Jake.

“Your turn,” Josh says, nodding to the door so that Jake will go help with the rest of their stuff.

Jake rolls his eyes and takes another swig of his beer before huffily standing up and walking outside. Josh eyes Y/N sitting silently across from him and takes a swif from his brother’s beer.

“I’m assuming he offered his share and then is planning to drink an extra of one of ours.”

She chuckles nervously, eyes shifting away from Josh and around the room. “You guys know each other well.”

“Brothers. Twins.” He shrugs, still watching her intently.

She discards her half-empty beer and stands, bee-lining for her bag. “I’ve got new stuff for you guys.”

Josh rolls his eyes, but feels a little bug of worry squirming in. The insecurity he had felt on Sunday had vanished with how normal they had been in class, but this made him feel like something was certainly off.

“Here,” She places the vest and medallion necklace she’d found for Josh beside his head on the back of the couch. “And here’s this for you, Danny.” She turned from Josh before he could even thank her, handing Danny a tank style shirt she thought he’d like. Sam received a flowy floral button down while Jake got a fringe leather jacket that she had been searching for all semester for him.

Jake beamed, his eyes shiny and his smile taking over his entire face. She smiled back at him, trying to fully feel the gratitude he was giving her. She watched as he tried it on and spread his arms in the mirror, admiring the movement.

“This is going to be so fuckin’ sick,” He laughed, slightly in disbelief, touching over the jacket constantly. “I can’t thank you enough, Y/N.”

She blushed a bit, feeling everyone’s eyes on her, especially Josh’s from his place on the couch. He was holding his vest in his lap, sullen that he had never thanked her so profusely for the things she found him.

“It’s my dream job–and if you guys ever get famous, I’ll make you real stage outfits. However you want.” Jake’s giddy energy was overpowering her nerves. It felt great.

The green room was a fun atmosphere for the rest of the hour leading up to their set. Josh pushed himself out of his pining and focused on the revelry. But before the band was about to go on, Josh hung back, leaving him alone with Y/N.

She saw him stall at the door, his hand catching the frame. His vest was tan suede tonight, with silver pieces swirling into pockets on the front and creating a pattern across his back. He turned around and she paused, once more at the table, beginning to clean up wrappers.

“I wanted to say thank you for all the vests and stuff you’ve found me this semester, August.”

She watched Josh cross the room to her. “It’s nothing. Like I said, dream job.”

Josh pressed closer and threaded his hand through her hair. His breath was warm against her skin. She finally met his eyes.

“I miss you.”

“You’ve seen me all week.”

Josh’s forehead drops against hers, his free hand coming to her waist. It’s hot and firm and she feels the breath leave her lungs. Her body presses closer to him.

“Not what I meant.”

“Josh…” She wants to kiss him so bad. Wants him to kiss her. Her hands are grasping at his forearms in a way she hopes isn’t too desparate. “You’ve got a show to play.”

His hand moves slowly from her waist across her stomach to the center of her jean skirt. His fingers fiddle with the button, slipping them below the waistband, feeling more fabric.

“It’s a shame.” His breathing was heavy. His nose kept nudging hers.

She licked her lips and swallowed.

“Really wish you weren’t wearing tights,” He murmurs before pressing a hot kiss to her lips.

Before she can really feel him against her, he’s pulling away and snapping the black lycra that he had wiggled his finger into against her skin. A sharp gasp sounds and he’s walking out the door to the stage, looking far too much like a rockstar than she’d like. After a few moments of attempting to collect herself, she leaves the trash to be dealt with later and follows Josh to see the start of the show.

This show was electric. Everyone was playing their best. Jake was rocking with his guitar so much that the fringe flew around, making the crowd of college-aged women the band had amassed go wild. Josh was strutting around the stage, raising his arms as he hit notes and dancing with Jake every so often.

Jake tried to convince the manager to let Sam and Danny into the front of house. ‘It’s not like they don’t have IDs that say they’re old enough,’ he reasoned conspiratorially. He was over the moon and he wanted everyone to celebrate since winter break was coming up and their show would be taking a rest for a while. Her manager relented, but Josh almost crushed his twin’s soul when he said he needed to go home to work on editing.

Sam and Danny’s exuberance at being able to drink at the bar overpowered Jake’s protestations to Josh, leaving Y/N and Josh alone in the green room once more. He smirked with great satisfaction as he shrugged the vest from his shoulders and began to pull his t-shirt back over his head.

“Where were we?” He saunters back over and she’s happy to see regular Josh instead of the rockstar Josh who had ambushed her earlier.

Yet, she remembered him. And she remembered his performance tonight. How low his pants were slung around his hips. A pair of tight black vinyl pants she had found him about a month ago. His happy trail had meandered down to disappear beneath the fabric she had chosen for him. Now, he was straining against those pants and she shut her eyes, coming to terms with what she was about to do.

“It’s your turn, Josh.” She meets him in the middle of the room, backing him up against the arm of the bigger leather couch. She caged him in for a moment, looking him up and down. Josh’s eyes were wide in surprise. “Sit on the couch.”

He is a bit confused, but doesn’t argue, shuffling to sit down as quickly as possible.

“Eager, huh?”

“Now who’s being mean?”

She grins and walks to stand in front of Josh, dropping to her knees with quiet ease and practice. Josh immediately throws his head back, sinking lower into the chair.

“Oh my god.”

“Didn’t want to leave you hanging,” She smiled. Running her hands over the tops of Josh’s vinyl clad thighs. “I could see it while you were on stage. At least,” She paused to chuckle. “More than usual.”

Josh sighed, eyes fluttering open to stare at her between his legs again. She was so beautiful even when she smiled at him so wickedly.

“Want your cock in my mouth, Josh?”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Josh couldn’t take the teasing of her hands and her words.

“Just say ‘please’.” She stared at Josh seriously. Her hands toying with the button and zipper of his pants now, brushing just over his hardening length.

“Please, please, fucking please.” He rushed out.

She laughed and shook her head. “God, fine. Relax.”

Her hands expertly unhooked the button and slid the zipper down with practiced hands of a costumer. This was far more explicit than any of the other times she had undressed someone. Josh’s cock was hot and heavy in her hand and her core ached at the memory of where it had been almost a week ago. She ran her tongue against it and Josh groaned.

She lavished his head with a few kisses and looked up at Josh, beginning to suck on the side of it. “So pretty,” She murmurs.

Josh’s hips bucked in response, his hand going to rest in her hair, but careful not to guide her. He wanted to see what she did. She gathered a pool of spit to let fall onto his thick cock before languidly running her hand over the length, hoping to tease him a little more. She hadn’t forgotten the treatment he gave her on Saturday. Josh’s hips bucked again and he groaned her name.

Taking his head fully in between her lips, she took pity on him. Beginning her descent, she attempted to get him all in her throat but had about a handful left when he hit the back of her throat. She hummed around him and he jerked in her throat, causing her to fall back. She massaged her lips around the place where his head met the shaft before trying again. One hand on his thigh and one beneath his shirt, she bobbed her head slowly, suctioning occasionally until Josh was hissing about being close again.

She pulled off him and smiled at him from her position. Her lips were wet with saliva and precum. Josh’s eyes were half closed in pleasure but he couldn’t believe the look on her face. Breathing heavy, flushed from taking him down her throat. Her hand moved along his length faster.

“Tell me when,” She murmured, eyes moving from Josh’s face to her movements around him.

Josh nodded, trying to stay still. Overwhelmed. “Now.”

Her lips reattached to his head, sucking a little harder, while her hand still worked near the base. Josh’s hips bucked in time with the spurts that hit the back of her throat and she clenched around nothing, wishing more than anything that she was brave enough to attempt penetrative sex in public.

She pulled off and swallowed, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth with a tired sigh. Josh’s satisfied smile watched her in awe, tucking himself away after a few moments of heavy panting.

“Jesus Christ,” Josh breathed, petting at her hair before bringing her to kiss his lips. “Thank you. Wow. Just… so talented.”

“Josh Kiszka not having the right words,” She smiled against his lips. She pulled away and ruffled his hair. “I must be good.”

Josh sputtered, jumping to his feet and following her to the side of the door where she was grabbing her coat and extra stuff.

“Do you need a ride home again?”

Josh scratched at the back of his neck. “Uh, I guess. Can’t really go out there and tell ‘em I need their keys when I was supposed to have left 20 minutes ago. Plus they’re probably expecting me to come pick them up eventually so I need my car for that.”

“Josh,” She stopped his rambling. Her hand pressed flat against his upper chest, bringing his eyes to hers. “Relax. My jaw’s too tired to give you another stress relieving head session.”

Josh shut up and nodded. She smiled, pleased with herself. They grabbed their stuff and headed for her Volvo after she locked the green room door.

“Driving you home like you’re my little bitch,” She stated half-way through the drive she now knew without directions.

“Shut up.” Josh sounded annoyed but really he was smiling, staring out at the passing streets.

When they pull up to his house, Josh pauses. “Do you wanna come in?”

“Can’t tonight. See you soon though.”

She kisses his lips tenderly, cupping his strong jaw in a way neither of them had ever expected.

Mid December and the semester was over. Their short film was a success. It was the last Thursday Greta Van Fleet would be performing at Lover’s Inn until the new year. Josh and Y/N hadn’t had time to talk about them with the rush of finals and getting the film in in time for screening. There had been stolen kisses during late final cut editing nights and in the empty hallways of the film building, but nothing else.

Josh had arrived with Y/N, helping her set up so that she could be done early and they could have alone time before the rest of the band started to arrive. They were so excited to be done with everything, so pleased with themselves, that they were hurriedly making out against the snack table, unable to keep their hands off of one another a moment longer.

So wrapped up in one another, exchanging words of teasing and searing lips against soft skin, they don’t hear Danny and Jake walking in.

With Y/N pressed against the table, Jake and Danny get an eyeful of her hands on Josh, one on his waist pulling him closer and the other grabbing at his right jean-clad ass cheek.

Danny whistling loudly and Jake clapping his hands together leisurely cause them to spring apart. Josh spins around, flushed and out of breath while Y/N adjusts the top of her shirt that Josh had pushed to the side for more access to her skin.

“About time,” Jake says with a happy smile, stalking to place down his guitar case.

Danny laughs and Sam walks in shortly behind them, silent for a moment, appraising the situation before understanding and exclaiming: “To the happy couple!”

Josh groans at his brothers’ smug looks before smiling. She laughs, hiding her head behind Josh’s shoulder in mild embarrassment. Everyone cheers and it feels silly that they ever detested being in the same room as one another.

During their final performance, Josh waxes eloquent about his wondrous time he’s spent on this very stage. He thanks everyone and then pauses, searching the audience for Y/N.

“Now this next one goes out to my lover,” He says as he winks. “You know who you are!”

The crowd goes wild and a softer than usual guitar riff comes in from Jake’s playing.

“August, honey / Tasted sweeter with you / Sticky fingers / From your own residue,” He sang.

Jake got to kick up the guitar. The three guys even sang the little backing ‘ooh’s into their mics that were rarely used.

“We don’t talk about it / We don’t have the time / We thought love was something / We weren’t meant to find.”

Josh’s voice is a perfect fit for the cover, she thinks it sounds even better than the original.

“But don’t you remember / August, honey, you were mine!”

It hurts her heart to realize why her name was ‘August’ in Josh’s phone and not for the asshole-ish reason he had originally told her. Sure, they’d met in August three years ago, that was still true, but she’d also mentioned this song to him. When they’d first been paired up freshman year, he had asked her what the song was that was paused on her phone when he handed it back after typing in his number. Always being scatterbrained, especially at 18, he must have written it over her name…And it was ‘August’.

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— ☆ Amore mio aiutami

Includes: Dottore and Omega Build Dottore.

Contains: Unhealthy relationships, co-dependency, implied stockholm syndrome, mentions of experimentation, medical phobia, slight yandere, improper medical treatment, obsessive + possessive behavior.

"You're childish, you set them all weeks behind schedule with your tantrums, and you hate him equally as much as he finds you irritable. But he bites down on his tongue with his opinions because Dottore is fond of you. Genuinely cares for you. For reasons that weren't built into him."

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I removed the anon ask attached to this fic because this is probably not what they were looking for. To be honest, I have no idea how I got here as well. I was just talking about how I wanted to be babied by the deranged war criminal doctor unconditionally despite the fact it would be entirely out of character. But since we don't know if the Dottore appearances are actually the original Dottore, I took massive liberties with his character in this one. I lost so much steam at the end hahh.

It starts the same way every time. You’ll make a mess, leave the lab, and refuse to take your medicine. Important papers are scattered all over the floor, shards of glass still have drops of fluorescent liquid dripping from them, and pieces of equipment are bent and broken. In the middle stand's Dottore as he mixes a small test tube of pale blue liquid in one hand, completely disregarding the state of the room. His bulky coat is missing but Dottore has long since removed any parts of his body that hinder efficiency, so the cold doesn't bother him anymore. Omega stands at the entrance of the lab, looking at the tornado that swept through the room displeased.

"I'm taking the girl didn't respond well to the treatment again?" Omega asks, quietly closing the door to not disturb the silence. There are only two reasons for the lab to be anything but organized and it's either the man himself has lost his temper or it's you. Seeing that Dottore is idly standing by, swirling a concoction that Omega recognizes as something specifically created for your illness, he can guess which assumption is correct.

"You know how she feels with anything medical-related," Dottore muses, finally placing the test tube down to scan his surroundings. "She made quite a mess this time."

Dottore's amusement in their situation adds to Omega's displeasure. Perhaps it's because he wasn't built as a replacement but as an extension in the name of progress, but for all Omega can do, he can not comprehend why Dottore keeps you around. You're childish, you set them all weeks behind schedule with your tantrums, and you hate him equally as much as he finds you irritable. When he was first created, he thought he may have been able to find some aspects of your charm but all he found was a leech. You constantly cling to the Doctor's side and give anyone else the nastiest attitude, even his segments. Especially to his segments. Although he may be biased because you seem to have a specific vendetta against him. At first, Omega assumed you were going to be used as another test subject and these were your last days of rebellion before inevitable silence. But after days turned into weeks and your presence was still here, he grew confused and confronted the original. That was the first and only time Dottore was ever livid at Omega, nearly dissembling him on the spot for even suggesting touching a hair on your pretty head. Thus he bites down on his tongue with his opinions because Dottore is fond of you. Genuinely cares for you. For reasons that weren't built into him.

"I'm going to search for her. Have someone clean up and replace the broken equipment immediately," Dottore waves dismissively, placing the test tube on the only clean surface and turning to leave.

"Yes sir," Omega bows as Dottore passes him, already anticipating the headache he'll have to endure in clean up. The blue test tube stands tall, patiently waiting.

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You hear the door open behind you. That was a lot faster than you expected but given who Dottore is, he probably already knew where you would run to before you did. You bring your legs closer to your chest and bury your head further into your knees so you don't need to face him. You hear the quiet steps of his shoes against the floor, slow-paced and leisurely, as he enters the room and rounds the desk in his office. Before he can say anything you're throwing yourself against him and pressing your face against his stomach.

"I'm sorry," you murmur into the fabric of his shirt. Weak fist clinging onto him as you feel one of his hands come to the back of your head, softly playing with the strands of your hair. He only hums in reply, not in the least bit aggravated that you made another mess in his lab. You'll make another one in a month, apologize again, and the process will repeat again the month after that. He never gets angry, not with you. He always treats you carefully, as if one wrong touch and you'll crumble to dust. Truthfully he's right. You can't do anything without him even before your illness overtook your body completely. Before he arrived, you were struggling to do the simplest of tasks. In the region of Snezhnaya, if you weren't useful then you were discarded. Thus, your family had dropped you on the Fatui's doorstep and that's how you met the second harbinger. Scared, cold, and helpless. Not so different now years later.

"So this is where my coat went," he says, cupping your cheeks, the pads of his fingers rubbing small circles. Your skin is cold to the touch, paler than when you threw a fit in his lab. He readjusts his coat over his shoulders that had fallen when you threw yourself at him, bringing your form closer to him in the process. "Are you finished with your tantrum my dear?"

"It wasn't a tantrum," you frown, huffing under your breath. Dottore audibly sighs before getting down on one knee. Even kneeling, Dottore is still taller than you so he can't match your lowered eye level as you loosen your hold on his waist. From this angle, he can see just how hazy your eyes have become, how hard your body needs to work to take each breath, and how you shiver even under the heavy fabrics.

"Come now, you must take your medication or your condition will worsen,” he whispers, pushing strands of your messy hair out of your face. He’s going to have to cut your hair for you soon, he can’t see your face properly anymore.

"I don't want to. It's...scary," your frown deepens, your fist now balling tighter in your lap trying to ground yourself down further. You squeeze your eyes shut and rest your forehead against his in hopes that maybe this time, he’ll have some mercy to spare.

"I know. But you must and you shall," he denies your unspoken hope as the reality of your situation comes bearing down. You know that you'll have to, willingly or not. It's easier to get this done and over with before Dottore loses his patience and sedates you until you're nothing but a drooling fish. You still remember the first time he did the procedure vividly. The feeling of helplessness as your body refused to cooperate with you while your mind remained conscious. You never want to experience that feeling ever again. So all you do is nod. You don’t need to look up to see his pleased smile as he takes your hand to guide you out from underneath his desk. You try and stand but a sharp pain pounds against your forehead and you stumble, Dottore already ready to catch you. He makes a noise of amusement, scoops you up into his arms, and walks out of his office. Your legs dangle around his waist, arm's clinging to his neck as you rest your head against his chest. While he doesn’t have a heartbeat, the back and forth sway lulls you into comfort as he takes you back to the lab. The noise of assistants running around, shards of glass being dusted, and the shuffling of papers greet your ears the closer you get back. As soon as the door opens and Dottore walks in, the temperature seems to drop as everyone stop's what they're doing like scared animals. They all bow their heads before quickly scampering out of the lab. All except for Omega who stands guarding the test tube Dottore left behind reading one of the discarded research reports.

"That was shorter than expected," he tilts his head to look past his paper to see you bundled up, Dottore’s hands rubbing small circles into your back, his chin resting on top of your head. It's almost picturesque enough for Omega to gag.

"Go away, don't you have anything better to do," you turn and glare with bitter eyes at the segment.

Omega matches your glare despite the mask over his eyes, his tone is enough, "Due to your mess, everything needs to be put on hold while we clean up after you.”

"You mean like your failure in Sumeru? Oh sorry, sore spot huh? I’ll try and refrain from hurting your feelings next time.”

"You ungrateful-"

"Enough." You both immediately quiet down at Dottore's voice. "Leave."

Omega frowns but obeys nonetheless, walking out after the rest of the staff. There’s blood sweeping into his mouth from the bite on his tongue. You wave your fingers cheekily at this retreating back and giggle when you see his frown grow deeper. Your satisfaction is short-lived when Dottore seats you down on the desk, right beside the test tube.

"Must you always agitate my segments?" he asks although you know he’s not annoyed. If anything you think he finds it funny seeing his segments get attitude from you. "Now it’s time to be a good girl and take your medicine."

Dottore picks up the test tube, swirling its contents, almost spilling over the top as he carries it over for you to hold. Your eyes follow the specks of powder that spin and dissolve as it settles in front of your face. You gingerly raise your hands up, fingers wrapping around the tube one by one, as you stare down at the reflecting blue liquid. And there’s the ball of unease clawing into your mind. You know the various things he gives you aren’t meant to heal you. After so many years of his treatment, you haven't gotten any better. Only healthy enough to walk but not run. He knows that you know and yet he still calls it medicine. But you ignore your mind screaming at you to throw it to the ground and run away again. You know this is the last one, you've broken all the other ones, and no matter how patient Dottore is with you, this is your last chance.

And yet.

"I-I can't do it. I'm scared." you whimper, tear’s beginning to form underneath your eyelids. Your fingers shake but you don’t dare let go and accidentally drop what’s in your hands. Dottore is quick to pull you into a hug, mindful of the fragile glass tube, shushing you as your body shakes harder as you try and contain your sobs. He gently cups your face to tilt your face up to him, his other hand brushing away your tears before running his thumb over your lips. He’s waiting for you to say it. He won't move until you say it.

"Please help me." His eyes narrow gleefully, his grip around you tightening to bruising. He needs you to say it.

"My love."

Dottore grin's like a madman. His sharp-pointed teeth bared. He takes the test tube out of your hands, swirls it one last time, before his other hand tips, and holds your head back. You can feel the liquid flow past your lips, down your throat, and spread through your body. You're helpless but at least you won’t be conscious enough to hate it. The feeling of drowsiness overtakes your senses, weights under your eyelids that beg you to close your eyes, until your pliant in the doctor’s hands. Dottore places the test tube back onto the desk before stepping back to observe your sleeping body. It ends the same way every time. He’ll clean up the mess, carry you back to the lab, and feed you your medicine.

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fict1onallyobsessed · 1 year

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[ DEC 12 ] - Polar Cold

[ Sledcember prompt ] - Hating the cold

[ Pairing ] - Rhea Ripley x Reader

[ Warnings ] - Suggestive themes, no smut tho :(

You groaned the second you woke up, the cover that previously provided you warmth was now half way down your legs with the cold air picking at your skin. Fumbling about, you pulled the duvet over yourself, but it lost its warmth and it soon just made goosebumps cover your skin.

You pushed the cover off of you, contemplating whether to get up without the warmth of your girlfriend next to you. She was either at the gym or on the way home, and honestly you were mad she didn’t put the heating on before she left. But that was purely due to your hatred of the cold. It’s cold? You’re done. It’s cold? You’ll sleep all day. It’s cold? Fuck life.

You put on one of Rhea’s hoodies on, along with some warmer trousers and headed towards the heater to turn it on right away, but when you got there, it was already turned on and heating the house. You frowned and walked downstairs, still half sleep with a body begging to be warmed up.

"Morning." Rhea laughed as she saw you walk into the kitchen, clearly already fed up with today despite it barely starting. She looked up at the clock on the wall, then back at you. "Or should I say afternoon."

"Oh shit." You didn't notice how long you'd fallen asleep for, or that you've slept until 1 in the afternoon. You walked up to Rhea and basically shoved your body into her arms to hug you. It was still cold, and you were still done with the day, but seeing her at home when you woke up made it much better than if she was gone. "Did you go to the gym?"

"I managed to get there and back and you were still asleep." She nodded and reached towards the counter with you still in clinging onto her waist, handing you a cup of steaming coffee before you could complain about the temperature as she was sure you had multiple times before you even came downstairs. You thanked her and took a sip, gladly taking any kind of warmth she provided.

A silence enveloped you as you stood in the kitchen close to Rhea, curled as much as you could to her as you held the hot cup in your hands. Even your sock covered feet started feeling cold, the tiled floor being a horrid choice to whoever lived here before you.

"I fucking hate the cold." Rhea let out a loud laugh, finding it hilarious you refrained from saying that until now. She knew, you've told her so many times it was tattooed into her brain. You smiled at her laugh, but tried to remain serious and hide your smile as she looked down at you with that adorable smile. "Very funny."

"I know."

You finished your coffee and grabbed Rhea's hands, dragging her towards the sofa in your living room. She'd done her daily gym session, showered and ate, so she had absolutely no issue in spending the rest of the day with you. You guided her so she sat on the sofa, an amused expression on her face with that stupid smirk. You tried to hide yours the best you could but failed, letting her pull you on her lap.

"I have an idea." She mused, kissing your lips a few times before deepening the kiss. You smiled against her lips, letting her have her fun before pulling away and cuddling up on her lap. She groaned, moving you enough so she could look down at the innocent smile you were putting on. "it'll warm you up."

You giggled and reached up to kiss her, your hands circling her neck just enough for you to move to straddle her lap. Her fingers reached under the hoodie you were wearing, giggling against your lips when you jolted away from her cold hands. Didn't matter how much you tried to escape her hold, she continued to run her hands against your waist until they were warm enough for you to relax.

Lets just say you got very warm.

THE END

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midgardian-witch · 1 year

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All That Matters

Reader works with Marc as a mercenary. They have fallen into a co-workers with benefits situation and while Reader has developed feelings for Marc, he does not feel the same (or so it seems). But Marc is not the only alter that Reader has feelings for (and sex with). Enter Jake and his uncanny ability to fuck away the sadness (and not be emotionally constipated).

continued in Love Lost

AO3

ships: Jake Lockley/Reader, Marc Spector/Reader (mentioned)

Disclaimer: I do not have DID so my description of it is based on the show and my own research.

tagged list: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

His words keep echoing in your head even an hour after you asked him to stay.

I don't think that's a good idea. We're not like that, right? This is just letting off steam, nothing more. Let's keep it that way.

A sudden chill and the rustling of cloth in the wind startles you out of your thoughts. You look up from the maps you've been hunched over. They were a flimsy distraction at best.

There he is, standing in your tent, it's flap closed to not let more of the freezing night air inside.

"Jake…" you sigh, your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose, trying to stave off the headache you feel coming on.

You didn't expect to see him tonight but after what had happened you should have known better.

He walks over to you like a man on a mission. As he stands beside you, he reaches out, his hand hovering over your shoulder, not daring to touch you without permission.

"He's an idiot."

You roll your eyes at him. "He's right, Jake. We're not-…we just fuck. There is nothing else. I shouldn't-" You stop. You had just managed to calm yourself down before Jake came in. If you continue, if you say out loud what has festered in your mind, you know you won't be able to hold back your tears this time.

You're in love. You tried to hide it but it keeps seeping through. You and him are mercenaries, work partners and, yes, you fuck occasionally when tensions run high. But that is all. He doesn't feel like you do.

Marc doesn't love you.

But Jake…

"He's an idiot," he repeats as his hand finally makes contact with your shoulder, your body unconsciously leaning towards his touch. His warmth seeps through your clothes and you already know you want him closer; that you need more .

"He's lying to himself and to you. But that's alright."

The grin that spreads across his lips is audible. Having him so close, with the weight of everything almost crushing you, you feel weak. You give in and lean fully against him, your shoulder pressing against his chest and your head resting on his shoulder.

"You have me, mi vida. I will never lie to you. I will never hurt you. And I will never leave you."

You can feel his breath against your cheek, his warmth surrounding you, enveloping you, as he wraps his arms around your body. His lips press against your forehead in a soft kiss.

You feel safe, protected and above all: loved .

"He hurt you. He made you sad."

Jake is gritting his teeth, his voice turns into a mixture of anger and disappointment. But you know he doesn't hate Marc. He hates the situation you're all in. The situation he involuntarily put you in. The secrets, the hiding.

Sometimes you regret the promise you made to him. To keep him secret from Marc.

But Jake has his way of making you forget all of it. At least for a while.

He gently pushes you against the table, the maps you had laid out carefully scattering to the floor. He lifts you up onto the table, his hands securely on your hips. You hold onto his neck as his body cages you in.

You look into his eyes and see the flicker of something in them. After all the missions you survived by his side, after all the nights you had spent together, you still had a hard time reading him. Just like you had with Marc.

His lips capture yours in a slow, heated kiss. You moan weakly into his mouth and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. Desperately you hold onto his shirt, trying to pull him as close as humanly possible.

You break apart, gasping for air. Your foreheads touch, noses slotted against each other as your breath mingles between you.

"He hurt you. Take it out on me.", he whispers. You look at him confused, your mind still reeling from your kiss.

"Jake, that's not how this works. I am not mad at him and I am certainly not mad at you."

He tries so hard, every time. It almost breaks your heart watching him.

Jake loves Marc. He's his protector. And he wants Marc and all of them to have good things. So when Marc puts his foot in his mouth Jake is there to apologize. When Marc breaks something Jake is there to fix it.

If Marc doesn't take responsibility then Jake will take the punishment even when there is none to give.

"This is between me and him. You're not responsible for what he does or the aftermath. It's not your fault,” A heavy sigh escapes you, your exhaustion visible on your face, “You can't control someone's feelings. None of us can."

You cup his face in your hands, your thumbs gently stroking his cheeks. You want to reassure him but what you wanted to be a soft smile is ruined by your trembling lips and the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. Marc doesn't love you, you know that. He's distant after every time you fall into bed together. He doesn't acknowledge that you even exist other than on the battlefield or when he has you pinned to the nearest pillar with his cock shoved deep inside of you.

You will never tell Marc that you're in love with him because it's clear he doesn't return those feelings. You work well together when people are shooting at you or when he's balls-deep inside of you - but there is nothing besides that. He told you not to hover over him, to stop caring, that you weren’t even friends . He has pushed you away again and again and again. It's finally time for you to take the hint.

You know the answer you will get when you tell him the truth.

And it would break you.

"I know that. Please, let me make it up to you regardless."

You watch as he slides down to his knees, his beautiful brown eyes never leaving your face. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight. Jake looks at you like you are the sun, moon and stars combined, like you were made to be worshiped and he was all too eager to make your every wish come true.

"Let me help you forget, mi vida."

His hands hover over the button of your pants, waiting for you to give him permission to undress you.

He would give you the world if you asked him for it. He would kill for you. He would die for you.

And you want every piece of him.

You nod and with a little help from you Jake takes your pants off. Once the interfering piece of clothing has been thrown aside Jake starts kissing every inch of skin that has now been made available to him. You feel the faint pressure of his lips wander from your calves to your thighs, so softly as if you would break if he didn't restrain himself. His warm breath fans across your bare skin and the closer he gets towards your lap the more you start to squirm in anticipation.

His hands follow where his mouth has already explored your body and then rest on your knees. You’re transfixed by the sight of him, your gaze glued to his handsome face. Your eyes follow his tongue as he wets his lips and your breath shudders.

"Let me make you feel good. Let me please you."

He sounds wrecked, his eyes begging you while his fingers slowly inch towards your underwear. It's a heady feeling to have the usually so self-assured man tremble beneath you without any effort.

Desire coils deep inside your abdomen and despite the chilly night air you feel like you are burning up. You nod and with some assistance you wiggle out of your underwear until you are naked and on full display for him.

Jake slots himself perfectly between your thighs, his pleading eyes lingering on your face, waiting. You swallow hard, your heart thundering in your chest.

"Make me forget him. I only want to remember your name tonight."

Without hesitation Jake puts his mouth on you. Licking, sucking, kissing. Every motion, every slick slide of his lips against you feels like heaven. Finally you allow yourself to let go and your head falls back with a moan. Every sweet sound of satisfaction that Jake pulls out of you spurs him on even more.

You moan his name as his greedy mouth pleasures you. Every fiber of your being feels electrified, goosebumps prickling over your skin. It doesn't take long until Jake's expert mouth brings you to your peak. You fall apart, your hands fisted in his hair as you ride out your orgasm.

Your heart races and your lungs feel too small in your chest. Gasping for air, you blink away the sparks you can see behind your eyelids. Jake gets up from his kneeling position and catches your mouth in a hungry kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and you moan into his mouth.

Hesitantly you pull yourself from Jake, just enough to breathe again. Your hands roam over his clothed chest down towards his pants. You can feel his erection strain against the fabric. Even the slightest touch elicits a tortured groan from Jake. He grabs you by the wrist, stopping you from touching him further.

“Don’t”, he whispers against your lips, his voice shaking, “This is for you. You don’t have to-”

“I know I don’t have to," you stop him, "I want to.”

You place short, feather-light kisses along his jaw and throat. His Adam's apple bobs under your lips as he swallows hard.

“Let me make you feel good too, Jake”, you mouth against his skin. You feel him lean into your caress. With lidded eyes he gazes into yours and your breath hitches. It feels like Jake’s eyes could swallow you whole if you only let it happen.

He nods curtly and it's all the confirmation you need to slide his pants and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock. You hear his sharp intake of breath as the night air hits his heated flesh. Gently you trace a vein on the underside of his cock up towards the tip with a single finger. It twitches at the contact and you can't help but smile.

You close your fingers around his shaft, his steady pour of precum aiding as lubrication. The only vocal reaction you receive is a strangled grunt as Jake pistons his cock in and out of your grip. You already feel him pulsing in your hand; pleasuring you alone has already brought him so close to the edge. You keep up a steady rhythm, twisting your wrist on the upstroke, only taking small breaks to give the tip of his cock a bit of extra attention. Within a minute, Jake is crowding you, his head buried in your shoulder as he gasps and groans in pleasure. You can only make out fragments of words, be it English, Spanish or some other language entirely, the man in front of you unable to form full sentences anymore. Just by the strain of his shoulders you know he is holding himself back, trying to stave off his climax for as long as possible.

"Let go for me," you whisper in his ear before speeding up your strokes. Jake groans and you can feel him nod against your neck. Endless praise falls from your lips. You tell him how good he is, how well he's doing, how he is always taking care of you, always there for you. And it's all true.

When Marc leaves you alone and wanting, Jake is there for you. He takes care of you when you're close to breaking. He will never lie to you, he will never hurt you and he will never leave you. He loves you in a way Marc doesn't, no matter what Jake says. With him you don't need to be afraid of saying those three words that threaten to come out every single time you see him. Yet still they are stuck in your throat.

"You've been so good. Come for me."

He's still fucking your hand but his movements start to stutter, his whole body shaking. A few more thrusts and he is spilling his seed all over your hand. As Jake is riding out his orgasm you feel his lips move against your neck before you hear what he is repeating over and over against your skin.

"Te amo."

It feels like your heart is burning inside your chest, warmth spreading quickly through your body. There are tears gathering in your eyes again, from joy this time.

You release your grip from his cock and wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him flush against you.

With a shuddering breath you feel those fateful words finally loosen. "I love you too, Jake."

He breaks away from you just enough to look into your eyes. You don't know what he sees in them other than the unshed tears glittering in the low light. But you know what you see in his.

"I love you, mi amor."

You choke up, your lips slowly curving into a smile because you can see in his eyes that he means it. The elation, that mind shattering feeling of loving and being loved in return almost overwhelms you. "I love you," you respond and pull him into another kiss, pouring all your love into it. With every break for air you repeat it, confessing your love again and again to each other.

It doesn't matter that you two are half naked in a tent in the middle of a desert. It doesn't matter that you both are sticky, exhausted and look completely ruined. It doesn't matter that you don't know where one of you ends and the other begins.

It doesn't matter that Marc doesn’t love you.

All that matters is that Jake loves you and you love him. Everything else can wait.

#jake lockley/reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley #moon knight #moon knight/reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fic #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight smut #fran-writes

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axolotlsupremacyowo · 3 months

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20 Questions for Writers

Thanks @oceangirl24 for the tag! I love you, bestie!

Now, on to the questions!

❣️How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 86 fics! I write all kinds of things! Case fics, angst, fluff, smut, and all that jazz. I like to think that I have a diverse range of stuff on AO3, which I find I'm really proud of :3

❣️What is your total AO3 word count?

613,383....Yes, I write too much.

❣️What fandoms do you write for?

Most of my fics are Ace Attorney, but I have other fandoms like Stardew Valley! I also write in fandoms that are gifts for friends.

❣️What are your top five fics by kudos?

Say My Name (233 kudoes)

Operation Helios (178 kudoes)

Apollo is a Crazy Cat Attorney™ (166 kudoes)

Ace Attorney: Maya Fey (166 kudoes)

Turnabout Birch Meadows (151 kudoes)

Nice! Most of them are Klapollo XD

❣️Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I love responding to comments! I get to ramble, and I want each and every commenter to know that I appreciate them <3. Sometimes I take a long time, so sorry about that!!!! But I'll get to the comment eventualy!!

❣️What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Things Left Unsaid, that fic is SUPER angsty with a really sad ending. It's non canon Major Character Death, so of course it's angsty lol.

❣️What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm...not sure? A lot of my fics end in happy endings. But if I had to pick the happy ending that made me the most emotional, I'd have to choose Blossoming in the Rain.

❣️Do you get hate on your fic?

Surprisingly, no. I've only gotten support for my fics. Which I am VERY much thankful for. To all of my followers, readers, and supporters...thank you SO much for making my fandom experience so lovely <3

❣️Do you write smut?

Definitely lol. I used to be terrified of writing smut...and then I met a certain someone *cough cough* @mikaharuka *cough cough* and now I've written a lot of smut. This is all YOUR FAULT BESTIE.

❣️Do you write crossovers?

Nope lol. I like to keep my fandoms separate.

❣️Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I...don't think so? But if someone has stolen my fics, please be sure to tell me! I'm not exactly keen on the idea of my fics being plagiarized or stolen.

❣️Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, I have no idea. I don't think it has since nobody has approached me before, so to my knowledge it's a no.

❣️Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes!!! I've co written SO many things with my bestiest of besties @tsunderesalty and I love every fic I've co written with him. He's just the greatest and he's an amazing writer. Check him out!

❣️What's your all-time favorite ship?

Hmm! For Ace Attorney, it's a tough choice between Klapollo and Franmaya. For Stardew, my top ship is my farmer and Sebastian (Sebakonnie)

❣️What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My flufftober series. I started it in 2022...and it's currently 2024. I just kinda lost steam for that fic. I am very proud of all the fics I've written for it, though. Maybe I should revisit it...

❣️What are your writing strengths?

Nothing.

Ahem, knowing how my dearest besties would respond to that...I guess my flexibility with writing styles? I talked about this with my friends before, but I have multiple writing styles, five to be specific. I can switch between them pretty easily, and I like to think they're all distinct from each other but still being undeniably me. God, I really don't wanna sound like I'm bragging XD.

❣️What are your writing weaknesses?

NOT KNOWING WHEN TO SHUT THE FUCK UP. I literally cannot shut up for the life of me. It is a curse. My fics would be SO much shorter if I just shut up lol.

❣️Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Oh!!! Actually, so about this! For reference, I'm Filipino, born and raised in the Philippines. I can speak Filipino and Tagalog pretty well, and I can understand Bisaya (Cebuano is its official name, but everyone in the Philippines calls it Bisaya) well, but I can speak it only a little bit. Anyway, I've always wanted to incorporate Filipino and Bisaya into my fics but didn't know how...and then I thought of Filipino Phoenix! Happy to say that I'm planning on writing that soon :3

So yeah, happy to include languages other than English! Especially my native language. Otherwise, for languages I don't know. I use Deepl, it's a very useful tool!

I'm all for using different languages in my fics, and when I get something wrong, I'm quick to correct it!

❣️First fandom you wrote for?

Ace Attorney. I have had Ace Attorney brainrot for SO long.

❣️Favorite fic you've ever written?

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YOU'RE MAKING ME CHOOSE OUT OF ALL OF MY BABIES?

Would it be cheating to choose a series? XD

But yeah! My Defense Attorney Maya Fey series contains my favorite fics of all! The top ones of my list being Ace Attorney: Maya Fey and Yours Truly, Franziska von Karma. I just...love these fics so much...I especially love Ace Attorney: Maya Fey. That bitch has been my baby since like...2021?

Now! Who to tag...that would be my besties @mikaharuka, @aislinnstanaka, @udaberriwrites, @kayedium-writes, @justanotherpersonwhowrites, @mikaharuka @fattybattysblog

#tag game #fanfiction tag game #fanfic tag game #writers game #writers question

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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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‘Ravenous’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- i love the idea of domestic Stephen but this one has an obvious smutty twist. this one is one of my most fkn dirty and filthy so be warned sluts <333

- BRO IS SO FINE HOW IS HE REAL.

Your mind was doing backflips and your heart was nestled in your throat with every moment that passed since Stephen asked you out for dinner. It only took him 8 months to finally have the balls to ask for a clandestine meeting. You were happy go lucky for the entire day, thoughts constantly straying to Stephen when you should be focusing on getting rid of potential threats but you were so damn giddy over this man and it made your chest cave and your thighs squeze together. You were subconsciously chewing on your lower lip and the mere thought of him and in all honesty you were acting like a teenage girl getting asked for homecoming.

Stephen was never really known for letting his guard down, he was all hubris and hard features, never letting anyone get close and a massive misunderstanding of relationships. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted someone else this bad, but he did. He wanted you. You teased out a lightness, an ease that he never let himself experience and it just felt right to spoil and lavish you. You were funny, sexy, smart, seductive: the whole package that he wanted to unwrap like an impatient kid at Christmas. It was extruciatingly painful to sit and twiddle his thumbs but Stephen wanted to take his time with this, even though he wanted to pounce on you and fuck you until mornings end. He was feigning his desire for you but he wanted to impress you so bad, it was as if his testosterone was being exposed tenfold. It was instinct.

He ushered everyone out of the Sanctum, no rhyme or reason when telling all the other sorcerers and Wong was too tired to argue with him. Now it could be just you and him alone, in the warmth of each others company.

He wasn't really much of a cook but he was willing to try. Stephen was given a duck by Tony, he said it was a sure shot way of impressing any woman but he wasn't sure. He didn't even know how to get started with a fucking duck, though he did know how to work with some spices- saffron was a class of it's own.

It was getting dark and you would be here in a few hours. Stephen wasn't really much of a romantic, darkness consumed all corners of his life and relationships were never on the cards for a guy like him but he found himself lighting candles in the kitchen. Stephen was a hardass and most individuals were intimidated and terrified of his authority and the sheer power he held, he would alienate himself but he let himself melt into you. He would be as bold to say he hated everyone else in the world but you. He really didn't know how you got him like this, how you got him to do this. Stephen began setting the stove and getting the stupid fucking duck in preparation for a honeyed glaze, he had no idea how any of this was going to turn out but he was letting it all slide through his fingertips, laid back in his ensemble. Whatever happens, happens; as long as you were in his company that's all that mattered.

Stephen was lost in all of these thoughts of you whilst the steam of pots and pans and the overwhelming scent of spices hovered in the air, when he heard the Sanctum door creak he was yanked out of his headspace.

Before he could get down to greet you, you were already here in the kitchen in front of him. Stephen looked up from his cutting of vegetables and caught your gaze.

He was ravenous at the sight of you.

You made even the most casual clothes mannequin like, so light on your steps as you sauntered over to him. Tight shirt, tight jeans; your body was fucking surreal. You threw your bag on the floor and got behind the kitchen island where he was. Stephen's eyes were fixed on you and every slight movement you made, it wasn't the pinnicle of safety since he had a knife in his hand. Seeing Stephen in casual clothes will always be jarring to you, you've known him as the most powerful sorcerer of all time for so long and not just human like the rest of us.

‘’You're…early.’’ Stephen's face brightened in surprise.

‘’I wanted to help you.’’ You half smiled obviously being sincere but he so graciously caught that wicked gleam in your eye. ‘’God knows what you're doing with...a duck?’’ You laughed when your eyes wandered to it.

Stephen laughed and it was such a freeing thing to see, him all warmed up and letting lose for once.

‘’Don't ask.’’ He chuckled but he couldn't tear his eyes away from you as you inspected the spices he was planning on using.

You on the other hand were trying to kill time, you wanted him so badly and you couldn't help it. You weren't in the mood for food, you weren't in the mood to cook. You've been trying to quell the ache between your thighs the entire afternoon, you thighs were tingling at the thought of him doing the things you only ever wanted in your deep rooted fantasies. You wanted his hands on you, you wanted him to fuck you so hard you could feel him for weeks after.

‘’Where's your wine?’’ You turned your head and asked softly, eyes meeting with his when your pupils darted from them to his lips. It really wasn't helpful not looking at what he was doing, the knife in his hand cutting up vegetables could slip at any moment and cut his finger clean off; but you were a beacon he was drawn to.

‘’Red or white?’’ The tension between you two was heating up already, long lingering stares and dense air.

‘’Red.’’

‘’Cabinet behind you.’’ Stephen smirked as he gazed down at you, finally turning to the task at hand when you grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle of Merlot. You poured it out into the glasses and brought one to him. He muttered a soft 'thank you' before taking a few sips and sitting the glass right down to get these fucking vegetables done.

The sizzle of the pots and pans were the only thing that could be heard in the delicious pining silence. Your twisted mind was coming up with ways to tease him, you felt so evil. Your eyes were boring into his skull but he was just keeping to himself.

You put your hair up in a ponytail and Stephen was intoxicated with the scent of your shampoo

‘’Excuse me.’’ You said sweetly. You finally made a move and contorted your body around him, slowly brushing his hands to get something from one of the draws. Teasing fingertips slowly being registered by him.

Stephen was trying to conceal his smirks and exhaled breaths but he couldn't help letting a few slip out.

He knew what you were doing.

‘’Sorry.’’ You bit your lip as you bent down to look in one of the cupboards beneath the kitchen counters, fingers briskly brushing the small of his back. Stephen was reigning it all in even though he didn't want to.

Your movements were slow and so deliberate. He had to stop himself momentarily to just revel in your tease, his tongue flicked his front teeth to stop his scoffs from escaping.

‘’Mind if I..?’’Your voice was breathy and honeyed, you were attempting to bend across from him but this was the straw that broke the camels back. Stephen caught onto your wrist with his free hand and tugged you into him, you let out a small gasp when you realised how close you were to him. He stared down at you.

‘’I know what you're doing.’’ Stephen said deadpan and serious as usual.

Although before you could respond, he let you go and turned back to face the counter and continue chopping the vegetables: he was onto onions now. You were surprised with his lack of reaction and the way he had an impossible amound of self control. Going about his business as if you haven't been discreetly feeling him through his clothes.

‘’If you want me you can just ask.’’ Stephen's voice was gruff and husky and almost reassuring. Fucking hell, he was hot and so goddamn cocky. He knew you wanted him this bad and to add salt into the wound he was acting so casual about it, as if none of this has been eating you up all day.

Your mouth couldn't even come up with a reply, you just brushed your hand on the skin of his arm. Stephen let go of the knife in his hand and let his eyes dart from where your hand was to your face. He finally turned to face you.

‘’You hungry?’’

‘’Ravenous.’’ You whispered, eyes full of desperation and obviously not in concern with actual food. Stephen took your face in his hands and cradled it, bringing you closer to him in the process. Too close.

‘’Then tell me you want me.’’ He muttered, eyes completely fixated on your parted lips, slow sensual breath filling the air around you. It was happening so fast and it felt so insanely right.

You were as stubborn as he was, you weren't willing to tell him you wanted him this bad. You couldn't risk your dignity for him becasue you knew he would use it against you. Your silence told a thousand words. Stephen was slowly closing the space between you now.

‘’Come on...tell me you want me and I'll give you what you need.’’ He was full of obnoxious hubris and you were sure you were about to break with how much you wanted him to take you.

You still didn't respond.

‘’You know I can make you cum without touching you...you want me to touch you or not?’’

You stifled an exhale but you still weren't willing to say anything.

He let go of you and ultimately left you aching for more. Shit. Fuck.No.

‘’What..’’' You said meekly, trying to find the words to describe the gaping hole he was leaving.

‘’I'll make you dinner then I'll make you cum.’’ Stephen wasn't even looking at you, he was just picking out the spices he was going to use.

Your mouth popped open slightly at his vulgar words, you couldn't possibly wait that long.

‘’No!'’You immediately grabbed his face to look at him again. Stephen smirked at your reaction, so compliant when he made you wait for something you couldn't have at your beck and call.

‘’I want you now...Right now...’’ Your lips travelled to the space under his ear so you could whisper into it ‘’… I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you for weeks.’’ You kissed the skin of his neck as your fingers ran hungrily in his hair.

Dear Lord, you reeked of desperation and he was more than willing to give it to you.

Your lips collided with his like a smattering of fireworks, Stephen's hands wrapped tightly around your waist- your kiss was magnificent, the laziness is what made it all the more hotter, the neediness surpassing the need to have any finesse. Tongues feeling tongues and teeth clashing against teeth. It was a design for roughness. His fingers wrapped in your ponytail and tugged, messing it up to mimick the kiss. He'd been wanting to do that since you put it up. Your moan really did it in for him. He bent down and grabbed the backs of your thighs and you immediately wrapped your legs around the small of his back- lips still connected.

Stephen needed you in his room, he needed you in his bed. Sprawled out and defenseless. He marched you to his room and threw you on the edge of the bed, him still standing over you with his mouth devouring yours. Your fingers went to his belt buckle and popped open the first button be he gripped your hands.

‘’No, no, no. None of that.’’ He tutted at you as if you were a child. Stephen's hands immediately went to your shirt and ripped it open with the bare might of his hands, you couldn't contain your gasp when your tits fell free. Stephen gripped onto your ponytail and let the hairtie flow out of your hair harshly. Your mouth was pried open in surprise as he discarded his tee. He was right: your body was fucking surreal, he couldn't wait to grab at your ass, the way you kept swaying it in his peripheral was a mindfuck but you always were a cocktease.

He pushed you down and a yelp let loose, his massive body hovering over you as his lips met the curve of your neck, Stephen's fingers met with the button and zip of your jeans and underwear in a quick swift move he tugged them down. Your hair was casting a halo like effect in your manufacture.

‘’Ruin me Stephen. Make me make a mess for you.’’ You panted, your plea was almost a harmony, a song that he couldn't stop listening to. Fuck you were beautiful.

Stephen's hands perched around your neck, squeezing tightly but not enough to cut off your airways. Your guileless eyes looked into his darkened ones, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath heat your cheeks. Your mouth was open to let out the silent gasps and your eyebrows were tensed in need, your knees were buckling as he settled between your thighs.

‘’Baby you're too good for me...I've always wanted to have this much fun with you.’’ He bit his lip and gave you a slight grin before devouring your mouth and nibbling your lips. All you could do was moan in response.

Stephen discarded of his jeans and all remaining clothing and all you could feel was how hard he was against your thigh. Sweet Lord above, you could quite literally feel it pulsate. This was like the sweetest dream even your deepest fantasies couldn't conjure. He was getting way too exicted for his own good, he left dark bites all over your neck and jaw. He wanted to leave his print on you to let everyone know that you were his, when you wrapped your legs around him Stephen thought he was about to lose his mind.

Your fingers gripped at his roots while his cock was smothering your pussy. He couldn't handle how wet you were. It was almost too generous.

It was easy to push himself inside of you but you had never had anyone as big as him before, the stretch of him hurt and he didn't give you time to adjust when he began setting the brutal pace. There was a war between the sound of your wetness, skin slapping against skin and your impossibly loud moans.

‘’That hurt?’’Stephen grunted as his eyes remained fixed on that perfect face of yours.

‘’ Mhm.’’ You stifled.

‘’Good.’’ Stephen rutted into you faster when his hands gripped onto the skin of your waist.

‘’Stephen. Right there...exactly there...Fuck.’’ You blasphemed and he swallowed your words with his lips.

‘’I'll stuff you so full you'll be leaking with my cum for days.’’ Stephen gritted with his teeth clenched, you could practically hear the bones crunching together in his jaw. It was a promise and you were sure he would fulfill.

You couldn't respond, your mind was warped in the pleasure of him aching inside of you. Stephen was revelling in the sight of watching his cock disappear and appear in and out of you, greedily taking his cock as if it was all yours to have. Well...it was now. Your pussy was like heroin to him.

‘’Stephen!’’ You called out his name in a perpetual whine, you didn't know what you were begging for but it was something.

"Cum on me...you deserve it.’’

The image of you at the edge and begging for that final push from him was making him lose it. He could feel himself twitch inside of you but when he saw your chest cave and the immediate feeling of wetness gush onto his cock, he beamed at the fact he made you finish that swiftly. A groan ripped out of him and that's when he knew he was about to empty himself too. He was right: you were leaking.

Sweat fell from his brow. Your eyes widened. And all he wanted to do when he rolled off of you was to do it again. He wanted to go all night with you. Stephen has never been this aroused before, he was sure you were a siren of sorts. You were both staring at the bleak ceiling trying to catch your breath.

‘’I think.. you broke me.’’ You breathed, your lungs still heaving with a mind of their own and your heart rate still rapid.

'I wonder how.' He retorted sarcastically.

‘’I can still feel you...fuck I can still feel you inside me.’’ You whined.

‘’Well, isn't that going to be difficult to ignore during your meetings.’’

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please lmk what u think hotties! x <33

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

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hamster-writes · 6 months

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After a long day walking around baldur's gate everyone is exhausted, tired, and well...dirty. Everyone takes their turns at the bath in the elfsong inn. But, astarion seems to be lost in thought staring blankly at the book in front of him.

He definitely hides it well. But, ever since you all have arrived at baldur's gate astarion has grown more and more uncomfortable and anxious from being back. The past trauma that he tried to push down are now front and center being so close to the mansion. It was effecting him more then he thought possible. He is so confident he can do this and yet... he still has fear. The what if's are eating at him weather he cares to admit it or not.

You know all to well what it's like to feel that way. Being in places that bring bad memories and past traumas to light. Where you feel like everyone can see. When in reality only the one that is closest to you knows what may be going through your mind. You two have been in a relationship for quite awhile now. So you go up to him and sit beside him on his bed.

"Yes, darling?" He says. "How are you feeling?" You reply just trying to figure out where he's at. "About as good as i can be." He replied. You don't push any further already knowing the answers. You lean your head on his shoulder for a little bit and sit in silence. Both of you lean into each other and just saver each others company. You eventually stand up and hold out your hand, "come on lets go." He knew what you were doing. When ever one of you gets in a season of bad depression, you offer the other to take a bath together. Never sexual, just company and comfort.

Weather it be in a nice hot bath or the river it is always relaxing and a nice way to unwind. "Let me know if you want me to stop at anytime or if you get uncomfortable. I'll stop right away." You say, as he steps in the bath first. "Don't worry darling, I've missed doing this recently. It has been quite awhile since we had the time to do anything this lovely. " he scoots forward so you can get in behind him. You step in and get yourself settled. You both sit for awhile and say nothing just relaxing and basking in each other's company.

Astarion leans back into you even more then he already was "your skin is warm" He says. "I know you tell me every night" you replied with a chuckle. You bring a bowl up to wet his hair before you apply the soap to his hair. You Start too slowly message the soap into his hair. "This feels wonderful" he says. "Isnt it relaxing?" you reply with a light smile. "No... i mean getting away from the chaos. Not that i dont like chaos of course," he replied. You chuckle continuing to massage and wash his hair do get the blood and dirt out. He continues, "But, i also ment getting some time together is nice. Just ourselves. " He tilts his head back a little bit so you can get the front of his hair. "The bath is also amazing. The aroma and the steam is doing wonders for my face" He grins.

"I used a hand full of the flowers and herbs we picked up today, plus the soaps we bought earlier." You replied.

He relished in the feeling of you massaging his hair. He absolutely loves it when you do this for him. He remembers the first time you offered to do this for him. As much as he hates to admit it he cried the first time. He had no idea how to be in a relationship where sex wasn't required. You never forced him to, never made him feel guilty for not having sex. Simple things like washing each other with no strings attached brought him to tears.

You finish rinsing his hair, and you grabbed a cloth to wash his back and arms. "Is this okay?" You ask. "Yes, please continue darling. " He replied. He knows you will be gentle around his scars on his back. Though that have been there for more than a hundred years, he can sometimes still feel the pain of the dagger be pierced into his skin. You continue to gently wash his back and arms. Once you are finished you step out and grab a large cloth to dry off. You sit on a stool and wait for astarion to finish as you brush your hair. As soon as his finished he does the same. He sits on a stool in front of you with his back turned.

You begin to comb his hair gently just incase there are any tangles. He relies on you sometimes (most times) now to help with his hair since he can't see his reflection. No matter how long he stared at his mirror he can't see himself. You ended up being his eyes. "Can you tell me what you see?" He asked. He does this every once in awhile. You can't help but indulge him. You smile as you continue to comb and style his hair, "I see someone who has GORGEOUS white hair that curls around his ears ever so beautifully" you say, as he rolls his eyes with a smirk. You continue, "i love the way your smile lines show when you laugh."

He snaps around and gives you a teasing glare. You chuckle as you finish doing his hair. He turns around and faces you. "And what else?" He says. You cup his face "Beautiful piercing red eyes. And someone i love very much." You say. Holding your stare he leans in, he gives you a loving soft kiss. "Thank you darling." He gives a soft peck on your forehead as he stands up.

He get dressed as do you. He holds out his hand and say, "shall we?". You take his hand and walk side by side back into the room. He lays down on his bed and you prepare to leave, but he grabs your hand again. "Can you stay, please?" He says. You smile "of course." You settle in beside him. Your face nestled in the croke of his neck and his in yours. He places a kiss on you neck before he sinks his teeth into it. You flinched a little bit, it hurts a lot less then it used to and is most pleasurable now. I lasts about a minute or two. You know he's done when you start to get a bit light headed. He finishes and licks up the last bit before placing another kiss there.

"Thank you." He says. You look up and smile at him. This is the first time he has been cuddly in awhile which is understandable. He must be getting more anxious being so close to his goal. In the end you know he will make the right decision, and you will be by his side every step of the way. You Start to dose off and look like your asleep when you here "I love you, and thank you."

You know if you react he will try to cover it up. He's not quite ready to say it to your face just yet. But when that time comes you will be ready. You both fall asleep cradled in each other's arms.

First time I've ever written anything please be gentle!!! Any constructive criticism is welcome!!! Thank you for reading 💖💖💖💖

#astarion #astarion/tav #astarion/reader #astarion fluff #he need a hug and a nice bath

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missy-0-piink · 1 year

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Ooo how about enemies to lover with Shibusawa! Post first death, when he was a scientist (he seemed to be one) with you being a rival of his in the same field, which of course leads to him hating you, because how dare someone even try to be better than him? Teasing too, mean. Leading to situation where you two are fucking under wraps, which is really just another way for you to humiliate and one up him, until he eventually falls in love

Yes

Also sorry it took so long

He’d expect you to be another idiot trying to pretend to be smart, underestimating you

But when you prove him wrong and outdo him? And shove it in his face?

Oh he’s seething

Steam is practically coming out of his ears

Whenever he sees you, you tease him, making fun of him and his self acclaimed revolutionary ideas

One night, he almost gets into a physical altercation with you, lifting you up by your collar and threatening you

The last thing he expected was for you to lift up your hand and trace his jaw with your finger

He freezes

“Aww baby, so worked up aren’t you? Why don’t we fuck that frustration out of you, hmm?”

Your hand gently cups the back of his neck, your throat spewing out teasing words before you roughly pull him in for a kiss

He kisses you back roughly, not realising how worked up you made him until now, immediately getting lost in your kiss, teeth and tongue clashing

You pushed him back, leading him to a desk in the facility you were in; you were thankful that there wasn’t anyone around currently, you wanted to keep this sight for yourself

When you broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two, he cursed as you start harshly and biting and sucking on his jaw, down to his neck, and letting your hands roam his chest underneath his shirt

“You’re a- ah!- slut, jumping on me like this” he growled out, your fingers still exploring his body

“Then what does that make you? Reciprocating so easily, we’re you fantasising about this?” You say, smirking up at him

“Hah! Like I would, the only reason I’m even letting you do this is because I’m pent up, no other” he responded, trying to sound superior. No matter, you’d fix that attitude of his soon

As your hands wandered, you found that his body was well kept, strong muscles flexing under your touch as he let out low moans and groans

He, in return, roughly gropes you, spinning you two around so you were the one pushed onto the desk

Prepping you was easy, you were wet and loosened due to your arousal, and his long and thick fingers did wonders to stretch you open

He could smell your arousal, and it made him throb, the primal part of him wanting nothing but to breed you

When he enters you, he almost falls due to the weakness in his knees

Fuck, you feel so good

You pull him in for a kiss as he starts thrusting into you, with your hands roughly pulling his hair

The pain in his scalp sent a wave of pleasure down his spine, a noise escaping him

“I knew it” you smirk at him

He frowned at you, “knew what?” He growled

You simply glided your fingers underneath his shirt, then roughly dig your nails into him, running them down his back and leaving a trail of red lines

“AH!” He moaned loudly, hips stuttering as he threw his head back, eyes wide

Fuck

That almost made him cum

He looked down at you with wide eyes

“What baby? Want me to do that again?” You croon at him, a weak “fuck you” all he could muster in response as he continued to fuck you

When he cums, it’s when you rake your nails down his bank once again, deeper this time, and you clench around him

He’s never had an orgasm like this before, moans leaving him as he empties his cum into you, balls slapping against your ass

Much to his surprise, you quickly push him away, redressing yourself as you start walking away like nothing happened

“See ya next time, shibu, but get your ass ready for my strap next time” you say nonchalantly, waving your hand as you leave the room

He was still out of breath, staring at the door you left out of

That bastard-

(Of course, the next time you two meet, he’s done what you’ve said, despite all his bratiness)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungoustraydogs #sub bsd #sub bungou stray dogs #shibusawa x reader #sub shibusawa #shibusawa tatsuhiko

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theycallmeratt · 2 months

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A little something for Wyll week :)

Date

Many years had passed since Wyll left his hometown, and while he hadn't planned on returning with horns he was glad to be back. Glad, too, that most people weren't as hostile here as he'd feared they could be, and glad to be sleeping in the finest (cleanest) room in Elfsong, Karlach alive and ready to play cards whenever they weren't needed. He could nearly pretend they weren't gearing up to fight a giant brain. A monster hunter's pinnacle! That was how he would think about it.

Bird song filled the morning air, his tea steamed, Karlach had claimed the table they liked outside and he'd just opened to the crossword when a familiar tickling hit his frontal lobe and a voice like rotten treacle cooed, "Wylly!"

Twenty-four. He didn't answer. He never answered when Mizora used his sending stone. If she wanted an answer, she could talk to him out loud, not through his eye, in a voice that didn't sound like she was trying to cover up poison with honey.

"It's her, isn't it?" Karlach said. "You always get this look like you're going to vomit out of your ears."

"Glad I've finally taught the pup not to jump all over me when I call," Mizora crooned.

Nine. Nine more words until the stone stopped working for the day and she would be out of his brain.

"Today's a special date."

Five. Gods, whatever she was going to say would be awful.

"Why don't you just—" Karlach tapped the side of her eye.

Excellent idea. He popped his eye out and set it on the table, catching a faint, "Happy—" before she was gone. Only four words left in the spell, but they were probably vile.

"She's reminding me that today the anniversary of the day I signed," he explained.

"Really? The day you single-handedly saved the city? That calls for celebration. We should make a day of it! We could buy you an eye. A shut-up eye."

"Or go to the circus again. This time without a deranged clown attack. We could get more makeup and sneak it into Astarion's bag."

"One day he's going to kill us."

"Nah, it's all in good fun. Now, if we put it on him while he was trancing…"

"Wyll. I thought you were a good guy!"

Wyll held up his hands, palms out. "I am! I am."

Karlach picked up the eye and made a face. "Gods, she is so mean in only four words. How do I work this again?"

"You simply think—"

"Fuck you, too!"

"No, you think… wait. I have a better idea."

Wyll took it. He wasn't a musician, but he did currently room with a bard who loved to come up with the most earworm-y diddies and even Mizora had lost her cool over the most recent song. In his thoughts he sang, "Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, you know my lodgings, call on me, maybe."

Just to give Mizora something to mull over. Enrichment was very important for devilish contract holders.

Karlach leaned back, looking up at their room. A tenday ago Tav finally hit a breaking point—Tav, of all people!—and turned Mizora to stone. Luckily the spell didn't trigger anything in their contract, which made sense; Mizora was technically still alive and technically able to communicate. "Wanna go dress her up? What would she hate more? Clashing pinks or something that actually covers skin?"

"According to her, I have the worst taste in fashion. So, my clothes."

"Your clothes in pink!"

Wyll could do that. He looked good in pink.

"All of the above, with clown makeup," he suggested.

"It's a date."

#bg3 wyll #wyll ravengard #bg3 fanfic #bg3 karlach #bg3 mizora #wyll week 2024 #wyllweek2024

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silenthillmutual · 18 days

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my buddy @doomednarrative tagged me in a fic writer's ask game so ^_^ let's do this!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

on my current account i have 154. being unemployed and hypomanic during lockdown will do that to you.

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

895,907. i can't tell if that's a normal distribution for my fic count or not.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

at the moment: silent hill, bloodborne, and pathologic. most of what i have up there is for pathologic. i've got other fandoms up there though.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

eight, thirty-one - 1899 kudos (danganronpa)

to quote mika, age 35, of beirut, lebanon: "where have all the good (gay) guys gone?" - 1066 kudos (danganronpa)

(they long to be) close to you - 1021 kudos (mob psycho 100)

all jotaro wants for christmas is kakyoin (and he screws that up) - 810 kudos (jojo's bizarre adventure)

anticlimax - 796 kudos (danganronpa)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i've responded to most comments i've gotten, though it's always months late because i tend to read the e-mail first thing in the morning, head to work, and completely forget to respond. responding feels more personal. i know i'd be more likely to comment on someone's fics if i knew they appreciated it, so i try to make the effort, even if i struggle to know what to say.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

god this is old as hell but probably life in technicolor/the end of all things. they're life is strange style aus for one punch man and genos dies at the end of one of them, and at the end of the other the city is destroyed. the fics are connected, but i won't say how.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

so tired, so tired, my heart and i (pathologic) is probably the sappiest i've ever written a fic so i'm guessing that one!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

occasionally. i got transmisogynist hate for when you finally get inovlved, face to face for writing chihiro as a trans girl, and it made me stop writing for danganronpa altogether. i got a guest user on some burakhovsky nsfw i posted (idr which one) who said "jesus christ, tag your trans shit". and someone who went off on me years ago called vita in motu (pathologic) "borderline mpreg" and they very much meant it derogatorily. so if i seem a lil paranoid about interacting w people there's a reason why lol.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

i do! i actually write more smut than i post because i am not showing everyone my oc/canon smut. like some friends will be able to see it but i'm not brave enough to show the whole world that. also a lot of au smut recently that has no context and i'm not posting it to ao3 without context.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

i did moreso in the past than currently. we're not gonna talk about the craziest one though<3 love and light

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nah. i've had people write fic very inspired by stuff i've written but not copy-and-paste stolen, to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

people have asked but as far as i know it never happened. always thought it would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!! w my buddy dj :) also published rps in the past that i shaped up into fics.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

mulder/scully is The Ship Of All Time to me. the blueprint.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh there's a few!!

a rebel without a case rewrite that i started because i wanted to fix what i saw as timing issues in the film.

an akira/mob psycho 100... crossover? au? both? i had some real ideas for that one but it's not going anywhere

a silent hill au for mob psycho 100 that apprently someone was interested in enough to try and make their own while referencing mine. it was an audience participation fic and i'm honestly upset that i lost steam on this one because it was a lot of fun!

a magnus archives statement from artemy burakh. the idea behind that one was that he saw daniil die, and then be replaced by another actor... but artemy's the only one who noticed the different actor.

literally dozens of pathologic fics that i have started like you have no idea just how much i have started for that stupid game.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm not sure! my partner says i do vagueness well, and the unease that comes with that. i think i do decent at introspection in general

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action for sure. i tend to do better with thought than with action, so i can write really long scenes where absolutely nothing hapens. kind of an issue!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i don't really do it because i only know like...extremely basic german and i feel it'd be a disservice to other languages to just google translate. i will occasionally describe characters using sign, but again... not knowing it, i don't feel comfortable just saying shit, you know?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i wrote something like fanfic as a like, eight year old? for a book series i can no longer remember. but for first published fanfic it was either bones or soul eater. those fics might still be out there, who knows!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i don't really have one! i'm still really proud of o tempora, o mores (pathologic), vita in motu (pathologic), and my mind has changed my body's frame (bloodborne) <- less sure of that one bc not much feedback but y'know!

who shall i tag.... @stvlti, @brodyliciousbooty, @loudmound, @go-go-devil, @shogoakuji and anyone else who writes, consider yourself tagged :P !

#icarus.txt #ominous fic talk #if you write and i missed you in my tag it is NOT on p urpose i promise #my brain just. poofed out of existence.

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silverinkbottle · 2 months

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Chapter 4: Off/ On

A/N: The little world of your passionate affair is starting to fall apart, the cause of trouble in paradise? Bed rest.

Previous chapter here

Content Warning: Sexual content ahead! Oral Sex Female, hair-pulling, fingering, masturbation. Canon typical violence.

Word Count:6.3K

You hated bed rest. It made you ill-tempered, restless, and above all painfully self-aware. The sheer brittleness of the human body as each breath made your ribs ache. Worst of all was Mihawk’s nonchalant attitude about the entire situation. Even now in the quiet of the afternoon, your head perched on his thigh all but radiating exasperation was met with a sigh, the folding of newspaper as he tossed it on the table.

“Now whatever is the matter”

Off

Flat tone. The cool expression as you clenched your jaw trying to find the right words. A mere man trying to peel back the layers of hesitation without making you retreat into your metaphorical shell. You knew better than most that Dracule Mihawk seemed to have two distinct modes, off was lax, patient, and willing to indulge in the little tasks of daily life. A man before the myth. The quiet fondness in his gaze as your words came out coarsely, but honest. A good start.

“Why are you with me?”

The words tumbled out of your mouth without a second thought. Your cheeks burned at the naive idea, worsening still as Mihawk’s soft laughter filled the quiet. Aching ribs protested as you arched upward to grab his shirt collar, pain flickering over your features from the movement. His laughter faded as he noted the seriousness of your expression. A weary sigh slipped from him as he was quick to maneuver you into a far more comfortable position. Your back against the couch as he carefully hovered above you, piercing gaze making it impossible to look anywhere else.

“I swear if you say it’s because of the sex-”

“I wasn’t aware we were having sex at this moment, Dove. Yet, I’m still here.” Mihawk drawled as his face leaned closer to yours. Mere centimeters away you were quick to meet him in an annoyingly short kiss. All too familiar frustration prickled at your mood as he retreated out of reach.

“I’m being serious.” You hissed as Mihawk rolled his eyes at your insistence. He had created this issue, leaving you with your thoughts as he played nurse-maid.

“Because of your remarkable stubbornness. It’s surprisingly endearing watching you gnaw at a bone of a topic. Once it’s presented to you.” Mihawk admitted fondly as you could feel your cheeks heat at the sincerity. Stubborn, huh?

“Or should I say your drive? Once you set your sights on something, it’s near impossible to redirect that energy. Despite the many efforts of outsiders, you can’t help yourself. It’s both frustrating and admirable.”

The praise curled around your head like the rasping purr of a domestic cat. The faintest hint of a wry smile on your lips as Mihawk had a point. When caught in a zealous mindset, you throw caution to the wind without a second thought. The rewards outweigh the risks at the smallest tip of the scale. Reckless, ambitious, and selfish, are all traits that could be applied to you when lost in your whims.

“It’s what made me curious at first. During our first meeting, you were quick to take control of the situation.”

“Mihawk, what else was I supposed to do at the moment? Ignore the pressing issue of several corpses where men stood a mere second ago. Disregard the gore-covered Warlord that looked seconds away from passing out on my ship’s deck.” You pressed as Mihawk’s eyes rolled at your exaggeration.

It wasn’t though. It was all true as you had forced yourself to speak out amidst the shocked crowd. Offering the warlord a bath and resting in your quarters while your instincts screamed at you for the blunt proposition. Like accidentally hooking a shark instead of a fat fish, but trying to reel it in regardless. So, you kept your word as hot steam drifted out the open windows, doing your best to ignore the splash of water over your floors.

“All for the chance to taper off a dangerous situation. Trying to appraise each passing second without having to act on it-”

“Almost like I excelled at reading body language, even from someone as muted as you were.” You said pointedly as you kept your tone even. He was giving you far too much credit. Past you were mere minutes from being spooked when the Warlord’s gaze settled on you through the steam. Wanting nothing more than to flee with your tail between your legs

“But you kept your bearings, only asking if I wished for anything else. Even though I may have just ruined your brothel’s reputation by my mere presence”

“You give me too much credit, even a daft girl would find it favorable to be in the good graces of a Warlord-”

“Despite the risk-”

“Yes.”

There was that rare smile of Mihawk’s that made your heart race. Goosebumps ghosted over your skin as his hand stoked your reddened cheeks. Calloused fingers flirted over your twitching pulse as it bounced with your increasing heartbeat. The strong pull of his hand in yours as he eased you up from the sofa. Slowly lowering you down onto your bed the air shifted to a heavier mood.

On.

A man acting on sheer instinct alone. The one that wanted to coax all your little weaknesses out into the open and tame them. His words in arguments cut as sharp as the blade he wielded if required. Maneuvering you this way and that until you found yourself cornered to face the blunt truth. Some called it selfish, others called it cunning, but you knew Mihawk liked the little bits of chaos that could be found on the open sea. Allowing the hunter to watch as life changed the shape of prey into something more worthy of tracking down. A pirate in a cynic’s jaded perspective.

“My.” The soft pressure of the mattress curled around you as you sank into it. Mihawk’s form above you as his thumb unbuttoned the top of your blouse.

“Clever.” Another button.

“Impatient.” The word came out with a low chuckle as you squeezed your legs together. Trying to ignore the slow-burning want in your gut as you knew Mihawk’s actions would slow to a snail’s pace if you rushed him.

“Stubborn.” Fondness as he undid the last button of your blouse revealing the black lace beneath. A dull weapon of seduction in a last-ditch effort to escape your imposed bedrest. The faint spark of lust in his eyes as his hand slipped under the sheer fabric to fondle your right breast. The twitch in the corner of his mouth as your form shuddered in want.

“Greedy.” Your hips twitched longingly as he reached for the button on your trousers. Clicking his tongue disapprovingly you wiggled impatiently. Your faint whine sounded all the louder in the quiet of the room as the cool air whispered over your bare legs.

“Oh fuck-

“Paramour.” His final word edged over your curse as his teeth caught the side of the lace ribbon on your hip. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sheets as you watch the knot grow smaller and smaller. Even that slight movement seemed to make him pause as you glared at his amused head shake. Any further protests from you turned into a quiet battle of wills as his gaze burned into yours.

A quiet request. Just let go.

“We do need to work on your guard. You are showing all your cards right now, Dove.” Mihawk purred against your throat, pressing a warm kiss to your racing pulse. All you could manage was a strangled noise as you were all too aware of your twitching walls. Hot heat waiting to be breached by something, anything would do at this point.

“Cheater.” He wasn’t playing fair in the slightest. You felt like a rope about to snap after days of being treated like some vestal virgin.

Mihawk was dragging this out to a mind-numbing degree as his breath ghosted over your stomach. Strong hands curling over your thighs to spread your legs further apart. The cool exposure sent tingles down your spine as you smothered a moan with your hand. Mihawk’s gaze darkened with lust at the soft sound as his face rubbed against the soft curls above your mound. His hands tugged at your wrists to pull your palm away from your lips, wanting to watch you fall apart. The anticipation twisted in your lower half as you tried to sort out the little remaining logical thoughts in your head. It was like fighting the rising tide as Mihawk’s kiss on your right hip shredded that last bit of resolve.

“Since I am winning, as you put it in this little game. I have one restriction. You can’t move. I don’t want you to aggravate your-”

“Yes, yes, please just-” Your rushed promises turned into a faint whimper as a hot tongue darted over your wanting clit. He always did have to have the last word as you doubted could even manage any sort of language now. Not when he was looking up at you like this, watching your expression shift from irritation to yearning as your quiet defiance turned to soft pants. A hitch in your breathing as his angle changed. Pressing your heated face into the cool surface of the pillow his soft grip on your chin made you look back down.

Ecstasy rose and retreated as each wet stroke danced over your sensitive bundle of nerves. A sharp hiss of air through your teeth as he grazed over the impossibly sensitive tissue with his teeth when your hips twitched. The restraint on your thighs prevented you from retreating as you tried to shy away from the mounting pleasure. Wanting the build-up to last a tiny bit longer your panting turned into a choked sob when his tongue swept over your soaked core.

“Mihawk, Mihawk.” His name fell like a chant from your lips as his tongue brushed over your throbbing walls, his nails digging into your skin as he caught the sweet taste of your orgasm on his tongue.

His earlier warning felt like it was centuries ago as you curled up to him, nails sinking into his scalp to pull him closer to your core. Wanting nothing more than for him to stay there even for all the treasure in the world. The sheer pleasure overrode any twinge of pain in your ribs as you could hear your heartbeat throb in your ears. As compliant as a doll he forced you flat with the smallest bit of pressure on your collarbone. Your eyes squeezed shut as addled hormones burst from your head, adrenaline spiked with something else entirely. The little flips of your heart as he pressed feathered kisses on your face. His smug expression as you opened your eyes a fraction as you could all but imagine your glassy vast pupils as you sank into the haze of your orgasm. Pleasure all consuming allowing it to shove aside the prickling irritation as he tugged at a stray hair weakly scolding you for your hasty action mere seconds before it all fell apart.

“I told you..don’t do..that..” Mihawk rasped as you blinked stupidly. As if the words weren’t connecting through the haze. Like your mind hadn’t caught up with your body as your heart did that stupid flip from the warmth in his gaze. The gentle press of his forehead against yours as you felt like melted into the mattress below.

“Now, still upset with me? Pleased with yourself that I let your lust overrule medical advice.” Mihawk hummed as his fingertips ghosted over your sensitive skin. Each fleeting touch made taunt muscle turn to lax as you happily sink into the haze of serotonin. The low rumble in his chest as you tucked your head under his chin. Fingers restlessly twitching wanting to pull him closer to your cooling form.

“No.” The gentle rebuke as your nails stroked over the length of his stiff back. Feeling each muscle go taunt under your gentle touch as your hands skirted over his waist. The raw sensation of each muscled ab fluttered against your fingertips as you felt his pulse turn thready in his jugular.

“Please.” The single word sounded pathetic and broken to your ears. But your traitorous lips whispered it all the same. Wanting, no, needing him as he sighed at your gentle touch. His tame kiss against your wrists in a steadfast rebuff. Your heart leaped into your throat as he tried to pull away.

“Stay, please. Stay.”

Weak. Fragile. Vulnerable. Your pride shrieked those words in the back of your mind, washed away by the strange warmth of your heart as Mihawk’s gaze warmed at your gentle, shy request. A strange reversal of roles as he routinely tried his luck to allow you to fall into the lazy film of post-intimacy.

“Now don’t sulk, Dove.” Mihawk teased as his accommodation of your request wasn’t perfect. A thick pillow cushioning your fragile form as you sprawled atop of him. Fingers lazily brushed through your locks as you could feel your face heat from the gentle affection. Something so innocent made you all the more demure like some silly girl.

“Enjoy it while it lasts” You warned quietly as Mihawk rolled his eyes at your spiteful tone. Was it so terrible to allow yourself this simple indulgence? Speaking your mind without a guarded filter around the Warlord. To see that little flicker of ‘true’ drive kept under lock and key in your head.

“Is it so-”

Your hand covered his mouth before the honest words could leave it. You couldn’t afford to fall apart like this. Not with your position, with the crew, as if invisible blades were waiting to pierce your softer underbelly at a moment’s notice.

“Please, don’t.” You whispered as your cheek pressed against the soft pillow in quiet resignation. As if your blunt cut off of the conversation would allow you to cling to the muted peace that hung in the air. Where the harsh reality of the world didn’t matter, the obvious difference between yourself and Mihawk. Madam and Warlord. Fragile little thing and the world’s greatest swordsman. A harsh truth you desperately wanted to forget even for these few blessed minutes.

Unfortunately, the real world was all too pleased to shatter that illusion.

Pale moonlight trickled through your balcony window as the poor lighting entered the room. The faintest curl of Mihawk’s hand, your hip rousing you from blissfully blank sleep.

“What is it?” You muttered sluggishly, hazy senses trying to comprehend the unknown as you followed his line of sight to the glossy glass window. Nothing. You couldn’t see anything as you tried to prick up your hearing with a tilt of your head. The low growl of Mihawk’s next words against the shell of your ear sends a spike of adrenaline through your foggy mind.

“Guests. Two of them if my guess is correct. Squabbling over the lock on the balcony window.”

Sure enough in the desolate quiet, you could hear the faintest scratch of metal lockpicks and a stream of whispers. A distinct click of a lock as you quickly scrambled over Mihawk’s form to reach for the loaded pistol on your bedside table. Your ribs screeched at your hasty actions as Mihawk rolled you underneath him with ease, your fingers grazing over the hilt of the gun as his gentle grip on your chin pulled your attention back to him. A wordless conversation in a single blink.

‘Stop moving about.’

He didn’t want you to agitate your fracture. Or deal with the hazard of a stray bullet bouncing around the room. Nor did either of you know what sort of weaponry the men lurking outside had. Was it just them? Or was there a boarding party on deck waiting to strike? All these questions have been thrown out in your haste to act. Stupid, it was stupid of you as your nails dug into the skin of your palms.

While Mihawk was impossibly composed as he slipped away from you with cat-like grace. The faint grind of metal as he pulled Yoru from her sheathe as the balcony door creaked open. Two, there were two as you could see the moonlight catch the edges of the swords in their hands. Eyes widened in shock as their lifeblood burst from their chest in a single lazy swing. The ineffable scent of copper tasted heavy on your tongue as you let out a ragged gasp, releasing the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. The faint slosh of crimson blood soaked into the rug when Mihawk’s boots strode over it.

“Ichi, Toa? What’s going on?” Muffled but understandable as the speaker had to have been on the main deck above you. The third accomplice to the chaos of the evening as you ripped your gaze from the fallen corpses to the balcony. Moonlight cloaked over Mihawk’s placid stance as he leaned against the edge of the wooden barrier waiting for his target’s curiosity to get the better of them. The stained edge of Yoru seeped dark droplets on the wood below.

“Good evening” Calm. Collected. Like on the edge of a cliff about to fall into the abyss.

“Hawkeye Mihawk!” A far more strangled response as if the speaker’s tongue had swollen up. The distinct splash of a body hitting the water as you forced yourself out of the bed. Your legs felt impossibly heavy with each step as you felt the cooling blood of the corpse lap at your bare feet. The cool night air was a relief as it hit your face, following Mihawk’s line of sight as he sighed under his breath. Readying another strike you could see the frantic splashing of the third man, swimming towards their not-so-distant vessel.

“Don’t kill him, I need answers.” You said softly as the next few actions fell into place within the blink of an eye. A ruffling of your hair as the arc of Mihawk’s sword swept over you, the splattering of water droplets against your face from the literal tear in the ocean. The deafening crack of wood as the pale green hue of the slash illuminated the darkened waters. Casting the fragments of splintering wood in its’ sickly hue. The most heart-wrenching cry of the third man amid the waves as his chance of escape drifted in fragments around him.

The whispers above your balcony sounded like thunder in your ears. Now the crew was wide awake as you motioned your hand in the direction of the intruder. The wrinkle of netting as the thick material was tossed over the side, ready to haul in the catch as your vessel came closer and closer. Your wordless retreat into your quarters as your fingers idly dragged over the various coats in your wardrobe. Wanting to be comfortable but make an impression all the same. The cool metal brass caressed your fingertips as you did up the collar of the wool coat.

“Come back to bed.” Mihawk’s hands curled around the closed coat as his fingers brushed over the bare skin of your hip. Threatening to pull the buttons open with a single movement as his lips pressed a hot kiss to the back of your bare neck. His body against your covered back and you feel the flutter of his muscles with each soft breath. Like the pretty dance of a fishing lure trying to bait you into compliance.

“I wouldn’t be much of a captain if I let my crew handle this issue on their own.” You retorted tightly as the vibration of Mihawk’s hum almost broke your resolve. His face pressed against yours as you staggered from his lax form. The delightful graze of teeth against your earring as he half opened his eyes to gauge your reaction.

Unimpressed, the stark downturn of your lips as he sighs but removes himself all the same as your boots click against the floor. Even those hollow sounds echoed compared to Mihawk’s silent following. One of these days you would manage to figure out that trick, how a man as prominent as him could manage such a feat.

The main deck was ablaze with activity as you could see the pathetic wiggling of the rope-bound man as the taut rope around his ankles went slack. Making his yelps of fear echo as gravity hurled his form down to the deck. Stopping at the last second there was the sickening splatter of vomit against the pristine wood. A choked gasp of pain when Joan’s fist cracked against the side of his face for the unwelcome fluid now staining her outfit. Your hands spread lazily over the alcove’s balcony as you watched the events below. Even in a rush, Joan always made her knots beautiful as you could see the elegant work span over the man’s collarbone. Would it be too indulgent if you asked to see his back?

“Seems like Joan has it under control.” Mihawk mused as you shot him a glare over your shoulder. The faint tremble of the feather in his hat as he quietly laughed at your irritable state. The twitch of his lips as he curled around you, ignoring the obvious warning signs as your form tensed further. He liked seeing you like this, authoritative but about to snap under your selfish whims. Ignoring the stinging pain of your nails digging into his face as he boldly nipped at the tip of your right ear. The faintest nudge of his boots against your ankles spread your legs apart, gaining only a speck of ground as you hissed under your breath defiantly.

“Fucking bastards ticked us. Made it seem like it would be an easy score robbing a bunch of wh-” The tip of a knife stifled his cursed words as Joan’s hand twitched impatiently at your silent signal for her to stop. Your nails dragged over the firm wood railing as you descended the steps of the alcove, snapping your fingers together as a cigarette was placed between your waiting digits. The orange glow of the lighter’s flame danced over your guarded expression as you took a long drag of the drug, exhaling the sweet-smelling aroma with a sigh. The reddish hue of the cigarette’s tip flared as you took another drag, this time allowing the smoke to curl over the robber provoking a sputtering fit of coughs.

“So, you were..tipped off..is it?” You questioned as the man blinked away, stinging tears. The tick of his jaw was all the answer you needed as your nails clawed over the thin skin. The bitter tang of copper mingled with the aromatic tobacco as blood oozed from the deep laceration.

“Now, let’s try again, shall we? From the beginning.” You purred as your index finger tapped against his bleeding cheek. His complexion turned pale as the rope around his ankles went rigid as the world once again flipped upside down, his wiggling feeble as he was hoisted another two feet in the air.

One or two more drops wouldn’t kill him after all. Even after his head smashed into the deck on accident after the second drop, his eyes addled as he tried to focus on your pointer finger when it flicked him in the forehead. Face turning ruddy from the attempt or was it from the blood rushing to his head? Either way, he was performing a halfway decent impression of a red-cheeked doll, sweat dripping down from his shirt collar as your hand curled over his inflamed cheeks.

“Now, your story. Again. While we have your attention.” You said sweetly as you stamped out the spent ash of the cigarette underneath the tip of your boot. The gentle lull of nicotine could only keep your temper in check for so long as your nails sank into the existing cuts.

“It was Marines. Some of-” The man’s words went mute as his gaze flickered fearfully to Mihawk’s lax form leaning against the upper alcove’s railing. Shadowed features betray little, but the faint expression of boredom. Sulking, as you forced down the urge to tsk under your breath. Not in front of the crew who was now standing on a knife’s tip at the half-revealed truth. It wasn’t a secret that you paid bribes out of pocket to keep certain eyes closed in favor of intoxicating greed. It’s why half the paperwork ended up on your desk as ‘taxes’, but it wasn’t as if you were paying for protection.

Your teeth bit into your tender tongue as the realization struck you like a bolt of lightning. No, he wouldn’t renege on your deal. Not when the end of the month was so close. Unless something had changed in his little mind.

“Is it Nezumi?” Your question came out in a hushed breath as if speaking any louder would shatter your control of the entire situation. Captain Nezumi, that smug fucking snake, you could all but see his pompous expression as he bragged to his men about the upcoming profits. Your fingers twitched impatiently as the man nodded in confirmation.

“Yes it’s-”

His sentence never came out as Joan’s fist slammed dead center against his throat. Gagging on his saliva as his bonds were cut down with a single flick of a knife. He recoiled like a frightened puppy against the edge of the ship’s side as you leaned down to meet his gaze. Pressing your pointer finger to your lips in a silent command. Keep your mouth shut or else. It would have been all too easy to turn him over to the crew as you could feel their visible bloodlust dance through the air. Who had been on night watch?

“The nearest island should be ten miles from our current location if I had to take an educated guess. So, I suggest you start swimming.” You hummed with the turn of your heel. It was like witnessing a cornered rat flee as he all but threw himself back into the dark waters. The clear sound of splashing and sharp yelp as the cold salt water rushed into his wounds.

“Joan, it should be underneath my bed. Fetch it won’t you.” You asked quietly as the crew’s quiet conversation bounced around you. Some were hushed questions, others were surprised, the defiant clink of the coin as bets were placed. It had been quite some time after all since something like this indulged your fancy.

But even though you hadn’t fired the weapon in months, you still kept its maintenance pristine as your fingers curled over the smooth barrel of the rifle. The light brush of the gun’s trigger was like a kiss against your fingertip as you posted the sanded stock against your shoulder. A low whistle slipped from your lips as your target had made quite some progress of about three hundred yards. The low ebb and flow of the waves makes your target bob up and down as you take a deep breath.

Nothing but rats with wings on the sea. The least they can do is act as bait for much larger fish, girl.

The sharp recoil of the rifle against your shoulder sent an aching pain through your ribs. The distinct hiss of a bullet hitting the water as you gritted your teeth together. A miss, but barely, as your target’s flailing became all the more prominent. The clink of the empty shell as it hit the deck, was soon joined by its’ sister as you could see the faint haze of crimson a mere second later.

It had hit.

The next few minutes were a mere routine as the crew dispersed, some happier than others with fuller pockets, others looking more than a little putout. Your fingertips reddened with irritation as you accidentally brushed them over the hot muzzle, a welcome reminder. Joan exchanged a knowing look with you as you brushed past her. She could handle the coordination of the crew, you had a far more difficult task to work out. What to do about Nezumi’s piggish scheming.

Somehow running through the motions of rifle cleaning made your thoughts all the clearer. The cool touch of the bullets as you slipped them into the empty spots of action, a mere click of noise as the cartridges settled. Mihawk’s warm hand catches your wrist as you reach to grab the rag from your tea table.

“I never thought it was clever to grab at someone with a loaded weapon. It’s asking for trouble.” You warned quietly as Mihawk’s grip didn’t loosen, fingers sliding down your wrist as his other hand tipped your head back against the couch. His face looming above yours as if that would let him peer into your restless thoughts. Fingers splayed over your sensitive throat as your tongue licked over his closed lips, the faintest dilation of his gaze as the corner of your lips twitched amused.

“What was that, on deck? Getting mixed up with Marines now.” Mihawk questioned as he tapped his fingers against your throat.

“I get mixed up with all sorts of people, Mihawk.” You scoffed as your throat vibrated with your words. The flicker of your pulse as his fingers splayed open your coat’s collar revealing the valley of bare skin starting from your collarbone down. The familiar whisper of want as more buttons popped down to your abdomen before pulling up to graze fingers of the swell of your left breast.

“Fair point. Fine, I won’t ruffle your feathers with that topic. For now.” Mihawk conceded as you tried to conceal your faint gasp when his fingers kneaded your sensitive breast. Watching as the delicate skin went taunt when your fondled nipple peaked at a point. The faint shift in your legs as he brushed over the receptive tissue. Heat sank into your core when his face came closer, watching your face flush as his hand turned its attention to your other neglected breast. His nails grazed over the delicate nipple as pain and pleasure curled together when he lightly pulled on it.

The swipe of your tongue over your dry lips as you arched into his touch. Now both of his hands were on your breasts watching as your mouth opened in a series of faint pants. Your legs squeezing together as your cunt twitched with want. Your neck sprawled to the side as he licked over your rushing pulse the action sent another wave of wetness inside your core. The smug flicker of his expression when you shifted your hips trying to ease the ache between your legs.

“You’re still on medical prohibition, shame. Really.” Mihawk muttered against your ear as you rolled your eyes at the drawling sarcasm. The obvious lies in his words as you took matters into your own hands to undo the last few buttons on your coat. A hiss slips from your lips as the air hits your hot skin. Your dripping cunt soaked into the couch’s fabric as you shuddered from the new sensation. Soft fabric against your wet folds.

Mihawk’s groan against your ear as you could hear the clatter of a metal belt hit the floor. No, he wouldn’t fuck you, but he wasn’t above watching as his lips sank into yours. The open pant of lips all but welcoming his tongue into your mouth. The thud of your heart as his hand slid over yours to drag over your stomach, the dangerous sensation of your nails skittering over your soaked folds. All while his larger hand curled over your smaller one to allow it to stroke over the cool, sticky fluid.

The teasing press of a single finger as his hand pushed down, your keening whine, and your inner walls fluttered around your searching digit. Your breathing turned erratic as you pulled away from Mihawk’s burning kiss, only for his other hand to curl against your hair to hold you in place. A ragged hitch in your breath as he allowed another finger to disappear inside your throbbing center.

“Now, no moving.” His scolding words were accompanied by a light tug of your hair. All because you tried to move your hips wanting more than the faint pressure of your fingers.

“Curl them.”

A keening whine slipped from your lips as your searching fingertips brushed over the sensitive patch of delicious nerves. Mihawk’s words were muttered praise, things you couldn’t quite decipher as your waves of pleasure prickled with each stroke of your fingers. The harsh pain of his bite on the side of your throat as your fingers pressed down harder on the delicate spot. The delirious combination of pain and pleasure sent you tumbling over the edge of your orgasm as the world fell to pieces around your ears.

Soft, and warm, the unique musk of sex called you back as you found yourself all but flat against Mihawk’s chest. The strange sense of deja vu made you smile as you pressed a gentle kiss to his left pectoral as he rumbled in response. However, there was a small problem as your legs splayed over his thigh, all too aware of the sticky fluids of your orgasm spilling over.

“Now who is the one marking?” Mihawk teased

“I-”

“Stay.” Mihawk purred as he flexed his thigh, and you forced yourself to not fidget when the muscle bounced against your cooling lips.

“Too soon..” You protested in a faint whine as Mihawk’s laugh sent a tingle down your spine. Still, he allowed the fragile treaty to remain as your fingers tapped nonsensical songs against his chest.

“So, you won’t answer questions about the present. How about the past.”

“Shoot.” What was the harm in that?

“Exactly, where did you learn to shoot, Dove,” Mihawk asked as you blinked surprised at the question. He had seen you handle pistols and the like. Was the rifle that much of a stretch?

“Fishermen aren’t exactly keen on seagulls barging their way in on hot spots. Diving under the water to try and catch strays before the net closes too much. A bunch of rats with wings, my father called them.” You said wistfully as your eyes closed to hear the coarse voice echo in your mind. Your father had been bearded, broad, and smoked like a chimney. Always carrying the faint sweet scent of tobacco and sea salt on him, even after staying ashore for the week.

“Didn’t have a son, so he taught his kid daughter to shoot. Making chum as he put it, seagulls might not have much meat on them, but the blood attracted larger fish wanting an easier meal. It made sense..” You admitted quietly as Mihawk’s fingertips traced idle patterns over your hip bone. Silently coaxing more words out of you as he listened attentively. Your teeth sank into your lip as far harsher memories trickled by, the storms, the horrible stitches on your hand after you fucked up gutting a fish and the wet handle slipped. The final time you went out with your father, watching him disappear on the horizon with a larger fleet. He would bring back a large haul, you didn’t need to look so sullen that you weren’t joining him.

“Things..fell apart after that. Mihawk, I don’t-”

“That's the answer, that's what I asked for Dove.” Mihawk pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as you took advantage to blink away the start of tears. Hiding your face as you tried to soothe your rush of emotions. It was so long ago, but it still ripped at your heart like an old wound.

He didn’t ask any more questions. Not tonight.

Somehow the entire atmosphere of the main deck could be even more sullen than your reluctance to let Mihawk leave. Joan slapped a hand on your shoulder as she pulled you closer with a wink

“Don’t let them get you. They just know you aren’t gonna be so..quaint after this.” Joan teased as you twisted out of her grip. The sheer strength of your glare could have branded the lips of gossiping crew members as the three of you passed by.

“Drilling. We haven’t done much drilling late, have we, Joan?” You questioned in an all too sugary tone as Joan’s amused smile stuttered for a moment. A bit of martial discipline would be good to remind the rest of the crew that despite your primary profession, you couldn’t have a soft underbelly with the reputation of pirates.

“I can’t believe I am saying this, but don’t let the Warlord off the ship. Please.” Bathroy declared dramatically swooning into Hepa’s waiting arms. A length of chain by the hooligans' feet as Mihawk kicked it off the deck. Down and down it went into the depths below before the end line went taunt with a metallic screech. Releasing whatever grip it had on the small raft below as it bobbed to the surface.

“Are you ever going to let me see it?” You pressed as you leaned against the ship’s railing. Nonverbally welcoming Mihawk into your space as he towered over you, brushing an errant curl out of your face. You could hear the disappointed whines of Hepa and Bathroy as the brim of his hat covered your gentle kiss of goodbye.

“Maybe one day, when there aren't secrets between us,” Mihawk muttered against your lips as he pulled away. Fair. It was fair at the end of the day, you were allowed to keep your deal with the fucking scumbag Nezumi on the down low. While he was allowed to keep his secretive reputation as a Warlord intact.

But later at night, in your quarters all alone. It didn’t seem fair at all as you curled into your sheets. Wanted to memorize the fading scent of Mihawk before it was once again gone.

Leaving you alone.

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