#not to sound desperate ;-; i just feel quite out of it with art and attention recently

[magentameows]

I drew these blobby Catras as an experiment a little while ago and forgot to post! :>

[thedevilspearl]

awkward moments during sex — older brothers

a/n: was in the mood for wholesome smut with humour so here are some awkward moments that happen during sex with the older bros (younger brothers here).

tags: 1.7k words. female reader x lucifer (no warnings), mammon (mention of spanking, getting caught in the act) + leviathan (demon form!levi, double penetration, anal, levi has two dicks). minors do not interact!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

“ah! luci—”

your moans fill the room, almost drowning out the sound of classical music hailing from lucifer’s record player. he’s completely lost in the symphonies, suffocating in the way your precious voice sings along with the violins and piano — it’s orchestrated to perfection.

enough for him to not realise that his music of choice for your intimate time is only working in favour for him.

deep groans leave his throat as he loses himself in your body — or the music. at this point, you think he’s more turned on by his favourite classical piece than your writhing body beneath him.

although, the piece of art you’re creating with your body is just as impressive. you have every bit down to the nail. the desperate cries of his name, the trembling of your limbs, the delicate arching of your back.

there’s no way he’d be able to tell you’re faking it, right?

when lucifer proposed a request to play some music during sex, you had no qualms. it actually seemed like a good idea to spice things up in the most lucifer way possible. but you learned the hard way that classical music is the biggest turn off ever.

for you, at least. lucifer seems to be enjoying it.

you’d much rather hear your own voice than the music so with every thrust, you squeal a little louder than before with hope that he would pay more attention to your high–pitched whines than the soft tinkles of piano keys.

“oh, god, lucifer! it feel so good!”

faking an orgasm with luci is the last thing you imagined yourself doing but, in all honesty, you don’t have the heart to tell him to switch off the music. he was so excited to try this; he’s having the time of his life and you play your part to make him feel even better.

he’s close, head buried in the nook of your neck pressing chaste kisses along your skin. rutting slowly, he drags his cock in and out, engraving himself on the walls of your pussy. the dark–haired man finally lifts his head, bringing his lips to yours before inspecting your face.

“mmh, don’t stop, luci…”

but that’s exactly what he does.

“mc, is something the matter?”

“hm?”

holding himself up on shaky elbows, he brushes the hair away from your face and kisses your cheek. “you sound different tonight. what is it?”

“it’s nothing, luci.”

“it’s certainly something, mc. tell me.”

you bite your lip, breathing in his scent. you don’t want to hurt his feelings by telling him, but he seems to have figured it out already. you should have known better than to deceive the man above you, and your silence is telling.

 “are you perhaps… faking?” he asks.

“i’m sorry. i—i didn’t want you to stop.”

“mc, you should always tell me when to stop.” he chides you, but the tenderness he holds in his gaze warms you from the inside.

“i know, but… you were enjoying the music—”

“the music?”

“y—yeah,” you stutter. “i’m not really feeling the music.”

he sighs embarrassedly, dropping his head into your neck once again before chuckling. his whole body rocks against you with awkward laughter and you can’t help but join in.

“mc, you’re pleasure is far more precious to me than music. do you want to continue if i turn it off?”

you pout your lips in thought. “i think i spoiled the mood, luci.”

“nonsense,” his lips turn upwards and he places a kiss to your forehead while slipping you into his arms. “we can always cuddle, can we not?”

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

the atmosphere in mammon’s room is usually quite lax — there’s very rarely a need for you to feel tense when you’re with mammon but tonight is different. laid over his lap, his large hand caresses the burning skin of your ass before giving a tight squeeze.

“mammon,” you whine with teary eyes. “please! want you so bad…”

“don’t be so needy,” he smirks and you whine louder because mammon is the last person who should be teasing you about neediness. “i’m having some quality time with your pretty ass.”

he gives your reddened cheeks another quick tap, not as harsh as the previous ones but more remiss. he loosens up a little, allowing your scent to ease his mind and you, too, relax as he massages your throbbing cheeks. you exhale deeply, with a hum escaping your lips as the white–haired demon embraces you.

mammon isn’t one to often punish your body like this but he had a stressful day and you offered for him to take his frustrations out on you. but for now, it seems his burdens are long forgotten because the dark look in his eyes is taken up by his all–familiar starved gaze, like he’s ready to pounce on you at the first sign of movement.

you move in unison; his hands fly to your hips as he scoots up the bed, resting his back on the headboard while you settle above him.

“c’mon, princess. how about ya ride my dick?” mammon suggest with a wink. his cockiness sends a current through your body, reaching every inch of you and igniting fire in you.

“i like the sound of that,” you straddle him, your warm thighs pressing onto his. lining his cock to your entrance, you trace his tip up and down your slit before pushing it through your sopping hole. “fuck…”

mammon moans into your mouth, tongues intertwining in dance you know all to well. he breathes in little gasps and hisses when you drop yourself of him little by little until his raging cock is completely enveloped in your soft, velvety warmth.

it doesn’t take long for you to find a near impossible rhythm, fucking him faster than you’ve ever done anything. you slam your hips down and bounce with all your might, face contorted with the promise of ascending to somewhere only bliss is known. “fuck, i’m so close, ma—”

“mammon! did you take my new figure again?” levi barges into the room, refusing to tear his eyes away from the device in his hand to notice you both naked. your mouth opens to scream at him when asmo enters the room not a second later.

“mc,” he sings. “i thought i’d find you in here. let’s go shopping!”

“i’m a little busy,” you say through gritted teeth, seething with annoyance as your orgasm slips from your grasp. the two brothers finally look up and register the position you and mammon are in.

you think thhis would be the end but more of the brothers enter. all the while, mammon’s cock is buried to the hilt of your pussy.

“hey, have you guys seen mc?” belphie mumbles.

“we’ve been looking for ages. oh, mc… here you are.” beel’s eyes grow wide as they rake over the sight before him.

your entire body turns hot with embarrassment, frozen from the fear of moving or else they’ll see more than what they what can.

“can you at least turn away?” you grumble, dipping your head into mammon’s shoulder, and he barks them, too.

“or maybe, you know, get the fuck out of my room!”

“that’s no way to talk to your brothers.” lucifer’s disappointed voice echoes and he freezes upon entering, seeing what he stumbled upon. the final straw is satan peeking over the shoulder of his eldest brother.

“you guys didn’t tell me there was a watching party.”

“because there isn’t!” you yell, yanking the pillows from underneath mammon and launching them at the brothers. “get out!”

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

“fuck, levi,” you moan, grinding your hips over his. “your cocks are so fucking good!”

“mmh,” he hums along; he’s lost far too deeply in your body. it’s a haven for him, one filled with bliss only. one that he never wants to return from.

levi needs to think again before choosing video games over you. he’s a fool to have ever considered the former to be greater than the latter.

no, not when you can show him just how incredible this feeling is. from now on, he will never choose anything other than you, his one and only player.

the symphony of your moans and whines combined fill the room, and nothing cuts through the lustful noises until a playfully tuned ping sounds from behind you. levi stirs in his heavenly trance, but you take his lips in yours, not allowing his computer to distract him.

after all, tonight was all about giving you some well deserved time since he’s so obsessed with his video games. leaning down, you wrap your lips around his nipple, swirling circles around it and relishing in the way his body arches up into you.

his cocks twitch inside of you; you’re full to the brim in both holes and you’ve never felt so good. this degree of pleasure confounds you — there’s no way both you and levi could possibly feel so godly in this world. you're convinced you both died and went to heaven for that is the only realm such pleasure could exist in.

but you’re slowly brought back to reality again when levi’s computer chimes a second time. then a third.

“fuck!” levi jolts into an upright position. “i forgot about the raid!”

“what raid-ah!” you yelp as he jumps to his feet, arms securing you on his waist and you frustratedly wrap your legs around him, ensuring you don’t feel the loss of him inside you.

he plonks down in his gaming chair with you in his lap. wincing from your knees digging into the arm rests, you shift into a more comfortable position before realising levi’s eyes are no longer on you but on the lit up screen behind you. and his hands have left your soft skin, now clicking away on his mouse and keyboard while muttering to himself.

“seriously?! levi, you promised it would just be us tonight!”

“i’m sorry! give me five minutes and we can pick up where we left off.”

scoffing, you send him a deathly glare which goes completely unnoticed as his attention is completely and wholly on the stupid raid. his gaming addiction had proven too strong for you to compete with given that he let it interrupt sex with you. he’s a lost cause now.

“forget it,” you sigh, climbing from his lap but he hisses when the warmth from your pussy and ass escape him.

slender fingers find you immediately, gripping you so you can’t escape. he takes little to no time in placing you on his desk, the raid forgotten in an instant as he slips his cocks back inside of you with desperation.

“i’m sorry,” he groans and presses his hips flush, and your head falls back after finding a new pleasure in this position. a gasp escapes you as he shifts into his demon form and his tail slithers around your waist, locking you in place against him. “don’t go.... please.”

[hunnylagoon]

Take Me to War

PT1 Friendly Fire

Streamer! Ellie Williams x reader

A writer, I think is someone who pays attention to the world. We are observers, it is in our nature to be off-putting and turn shallow things deep.

Premise: Your neighbour is becoming increasingly loud and you decide to do something about it.

PT 2 Here!

Two things I hate the most?

My neighbour and New York City.

They shared something in common, they never rest. I liked my quiet life in my small town until I was convinced that all of the greatest writers lived in the city, what a joke. I sold my virtue to move to New York and now my body burned with the shame of not belonging.

I worked as a journalist and in advertisement but it didn't fill the gaping mass that consumed me, I felt like a sellout so I quit to do freelance, and now I feel like even more of a sellout. Freelance is making me think that I hate ghostwriting more than I hate my neighbour and New York City.

It's like you do all of the work and get zero reward but I'm desperate to pay the bills and all that stuff I've been telling myself all my life 'I may never be a rich man but the rich man will never have me' well, the rich man most certainly had me. I was paid an almost criminal amount of money to pour my soul into art just for it to get stamped beneath a new name and make a gross income six times the size of what I sold it for.

I look for happiness everywhere but I do not find it. I search for it in things everyone seems to pry joy from; I go clubbing, walk in Central Park, and date around, but happiness doesn't seem to exist there for me.

I plead for it in my morning cups of tea with a spoonful of honey, the sunshine glittering in a puddle after a rainstorm, for a brief moment, it flickers in the light of my cinnamon-scented candle. The truth is I am almost comforted by my sadness and it is in my lowest moments that my creations are the most beautiful, it is like I am dead and I despise those who aren't for I enjoy the company of my silence more than anyone I have ever met.

It was my dream for my name to be above 'New York Times Best Selling Author' but instead, it is just my work beneath it and maybe that's why I'm so bitter.

Right now as I am trying to salvage the bits and pieces I was given by a washed-up pop star for her memoir my neighbour is screaming and laughing incoherently in their apartment, it makes me miss living in an actual house.

The noise usually started up when I would finish up my writing and get ready for bed, then it would go all the way through the night. The dumb fucker probably threw parties every single night; my roommate never faced an issue with this as she worked at a club and was usually working when the deafening noises would begin.

I on the other hand who lived in that apartment and worked from that apartment was always cursed to listen to the random thumps and spats of laughter that sounded all through the night. At least once a night when I'm sound asleep, I hear a bang against the wall and each time without fail, I'm brought awake with my heart thumping.

Trust me, I have retaliated.

On occasion when I'm sleep-deprived and at my absolute limit I'll bang on the walls, that only stops the noise for a minute. I've even complained to my landlord and that one week was heaven until it eased back to the clamour that I've almost grown used to.

Almost.

I still hate it.

I'm broken from my thoughts when my phone rings, it vibrates till it's almost at the edge of my desk and I feel for it; don't worry buddy, I wanna jump too. I read the caller ID and I almost wanted to gag, it was a woman from the publishing company who reached out to me and asked me to write Nicole Elliot's novel. Despite wanting to throw my phone against the wall to stop Noemi's constant checkups and get back at my neighbour while I'm at it, I answer the phone "Hey, Noemi!" I glance out the window where the winter sun has long set, leaving nothing but billboards, street lamps and neon signs to light up the New York night. Under the unforgiving lights I can barely make out the gentle snowfall.

"Hey," She draws it out and I can hear in her voice that she is smiling "I know it's a little late, just checking in, how is the draft coming along?" A loud thump sounds against my wall along with intolerant cackling "What's that?"

"Just some street noise," I dismiss "Anyways, the draft is coming along great, I'm a couple thousand words away from finishing it. I will of course send it to you and I would really love it if you could reach out to Nicole and ask for her opinion on it before I carry on with the final copy," I give a middle finger to my wall, even if my neighbour can't see me, it makes me feel a little bit more formidable "I did follow her outline, which was difficult but I think I salvaged it pretty well."

This time there is a yelp from my neighbour and what sounds like someone slamming their hands down onto a table, Noemi thankfully ignores it "You haven't been in touch with Nicole?"

My eyebrows furrow "She hasn't responded to any of my emails and she's been turning down all of our scheduled Zoom calls, so no, I have not been in touch with her."

"Weird," Noemi comments and there is a brief break of silence between us "She's been M.I.A on our end too," I could hear her scribble something down. "So can you get the draft to me by Friday?"

Two days? If I lock myself inside and don't see the sun then I totally can "Absolutely!" I do work better under a deadline.

"Great," She sounds almost relieved "We will hunt down Nicole, it would be nice to get her greenlight with this but whether or not she approves it, she has already signed off and it will be going to print."

"Okay," I fight the urge to respond with 'sick' or 'aight' because I'm an adult now and someone who is masquerading as a professional.

"Sorry, what was that you mentioned about an outline?" Noemi asks, she sounds more confused with each word "I wasn't aware Nicole made any-

She is swiftly cut off by a crash from the other side of my wall, when I say crash I mean it. It sounded like someone just bodied their car into drywall. My eyes went wide as I saw a crack splitting up my once pristine white wall. I hold my phone against my collarbone as I get up and pound my fist against the wall, giving it a kick for extra measure.

"Is everything alright?"

"Certainly," The nice thing about phone calls is that the person on the other end can't see your awkward habits or subtle outbursts (Or neighbours breaking through your shared wall). After I hit the wall, everything went silent for just a second before laughter sounded heavily from multiple people. "Noemi, thank you for sourcing me out to write this, I am really grateful for this opportunity I will send you that draft on Friday." I try to wrap up the call but she speaks up.

"Well, I've read your work and I was very impressed, I trust you will do well with this. Sorry to have called you so late-

"Thanks, have a nice night now!" I'm talking faster than I can even think, the only thing in my head is the fact that my neighbour is slowly deteriorating my wall.

"Wait-

Before Noemi can finish her sentence, I've hung up the phone. I'm leaning back in my cushy office chair, hands gripping my hair as I stare down the newly formed crack in the wall. I don't entirely like to be confrontational, even in school I hated drama, but I was beginning to think it was necessary.

I saved the progress I had made on the memoir and pushed myself up from my desk. I was clad in nothing more than a t-shirt and some plaid pants, it was my writing attire and in the moment I didn't care much to make a good first impression. It was fucking freezing the second I got up from my desk.

The moulding on my bedroom window was broken which allowed the frigid New York air to slip into my room and make me shiver with each breath. At my desk, I would usually have a throw blanket to shroud my freezing body but the moment I discarded it, I felt regret. I almost wanted to wrap myself in it to confront my neighbour but the pyjamas alone didn't help me look tough.

I did however shove my feet into some cow slippers and march right up to their apartment.

Apartment 2D stood in front of me, the pastel blue door making me angrier with every second that I looked at it. I rapped my knuckles on the wood and crossed my arms to stop me from shuddering.

My nerves built up as I slowly heard a door within the apartment shut followed by footsteps leading to the door. I would just ask them politely to quiet down and calmly work on a way to fix the shared wall that they are slowly ruining.

The door opens and staring me down is a woman. I had expected it to be a man to be truthful. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, the colour teetered on the verge of auburn and brown. The woman is clad in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, it's almost parallel to my outfit.

"You need to be quiet," I say the first words that come to mind "And stop assaulting my fucking wall."

She sucks a sharp breath through her teeth "Are you apartment 3D?" She asks to which I nod "I knew you would be stopping by soon." She has this sheepish and almost sardonic smile on her face and despite the amusement she's portraying I can see sadness brewing in her green eyes like a storm.

"I don't know what you're doing in there where you are up all night, I don't even have a clue how you sleep and work with all this time to spare to be a nuisance." I say and then swiftly feel the urge to backtrack "I'm sorry, that was a little rude, but mate, I can't sleep or work when you're being loud doing whatever you do."

"Fuck," She mutters looking back into her apartment and then at me "I'm sorry, I'll keep it down."

"What about the wall?"

Her eyes look me up and down, settling on my cow slippers "I'll find someone to fix the wall."

I press my lips tight together, looking dead into her eyes, scraping my brain for something else to say. It was almost like I wanted to fight. I had expected this to be a full-out conversation that ended in yelling but god she was pretty and she was telling me just what I wanted. "Okay."

"Okay?"

I regard her once more with what I assume is a cold glare before ushering back into my apartment and slamming the door behind me, the whole time, my neighbour watches me from her doorway.

That was the first night of uninterrupted sleep I'd had in a month.

-

I woke up earlier than I would've liked when my roommate Margot came home from work at 4:56 on the dot. She made sure to slam every single door and cupboard before throwing herself onto her bed in all of her makeup and musty clothes that had to endure whatever happens at a nightclub between the hours of 8 pm and 4 am, which I can't imagine is very clean.

Still, even though I was a little ahead of schedule I fell into my morning routine. It started with ignoring my phone, this was followed by a mug of Bengal spice tea with a teaspoon of honey and a splash of cream.

Sometimes I would curl up on the couch, though it snowed last night and I loved fresh snow. Freshly fallen snow absorbed sound, it was like soundproofing for the earth. There wasn't anything like the rare peace you could find in New York. I figured I would have my morning tea on the fire escape.

My peaceful image was destroyed the second I pried my window open and crawled through I was hit with the intense smell of pot. "Shit," I mutter, instinctively wafting the scent away from my nose.

"Sorry, man," I see my neighbour leaning against the railing of the fire escape, nursing a joint. It hadn't crossed my mind that I shared a level of the fire escape with her, I had never seen her out here but now the smell of weed that drifted through the damaged moulding on my window made sense, I had always assumed it to be Margot.

"Joint for breakfast?" I ask, half-joking. A dusting of powdery snow adorns each step and railing, creating a delicate layer of white that contrasts with the industrial gray of the metal though it looks like my neighbour has pushed all of the snow off the platform.

"Nah, for dinner I guess, it helps me sleep," She's in the same outfit from last night, except her hair is now loose around her face and she threw a hoodie over her tanktop.

I furrow my eyebrows "You've been up all night?" The slight tension from the previous night has dissolved completely.

"Yeah," She says it like it was a stupid question and it partially was but I hadn't stayed up that late since New Year only because I was the designated driver and was in charge of getting everyone home safe. "I don't sleep much, that's probably why I keep you up all night."

I mean, I'd let her keep me up in other ways "Honestly, I've gotten used to it, it's almost like white noise." I try to sympathize even if it isn’t necessarily true.

"Next time I'm loud, you have every right to bang on my door and chew me out." She takes a drag from her joint and I watch as the smoke escapes her lips, her cheeks tinted pink from the cold.

"Good to know," I glance behind her at the open window and all I see are purple LED lights cutting through the darkness of her apartment. "Now I know that we share a fire escape I'll just crawl through your window and yell at you that way," I joke, taking a sip from my snoopy mug.

This makes her laugh in the slightest, she crushes what remains of her joint on the cold railing and tosses the bud into the pot of a dead plant that's covered in snow and has lived on this fire escape long before I moved in; one time I just about removed it but I felt bad, it's like I was evicting it from its rightful home "Feel free."

"Am I allowed to ask why you're up all night breaking the sound barriers?" I ask, pulling my fuzzy robe tighter around my body to fight the bitter air. "Are you the leader of a cult? Would it be better for the world in the long run if I push you right now?"

The corners of her lips curl up into a smile once again "You've figured me out, just know I've got some big plans with Koolaid," She plays into my teasing.

"It was flavour-aid, actually." I don't know why I said that.

"What the fuck is flavour-aid?"

"Koolaid basically," Silence stretches between us "So what do you actually do all night?"

"It's a bit complicated," She says, of course, it was complicated. "I work from home," She couldn't do something normal, she probably did voice acting or ran a podcast or some weird shit like that.

"Sick," Don't worry, I made myself cringe when I said that too "I work from home too."

"Yeah, you said something about work last night, are you in marketing?"

I shake my head "I'm a writer," every time I tell someone that, I feel a twinge of embarrassment. I know it wasn't a noble career like my parents had hounded me over, but it felt noble to me. I had two absent parents and was raised by a pack of wolves, I would devour as much food as fast as I could because I didn't know when I would be eating next. I was far too emotional to be around all of the narcissists who preferred their own faces to my company, the only friend I had was the written word.

Since then I have been serving my soul up to strangers through word documents.

The thought makes me homesick for the arms that did not hold me and I truly expect my neighbour to make a mockery of me, the way others have. The way they've told me 'It's a tough industry but hang in there!' and pat me on the back like I'm a hopeful child clinging to her mother's skirts.

"That's really cool," She smiles while she gazes out to the skyline, I can see her perfect side profile and ski-slope nose "I wanted to be a writer, I thought myself to be a poet, and then I thought myself to be a scientist and wanted to be an astronaut. Now, I'm here."

"Where's here exactly?"

"Working things out, figure it out as I go," She shrugs like she is unsure of her answer.

I think it's beautiful how everything around me has been touched by human hands and carries so much history. For a quick moment, my mind wonders to those who built this building, the calloused hands that crafted the iron railing and now my neighbour who was leaning against it. "What's the end goal with this whole freefall thing?"

"To make it out alive."

"And your name?"

"It's Ellie."

-

That night Ellie stuck to being quiet as she promised. The next night was a different story. I was so close to finishing the draft of Nicole Elliot's memoir and was praying that the deadline would pass with no issue.

However, the noise began again. I was coming around to like Ellie and I didn't want to go yell at her again so I shoved my headphones in and turned up my playlist as loud as I could. There is no song I can blast in my headphones to drown it out.

She did say that the next time I was loud I could come and chew her out, I wouldn't do that; I would just knock on her door and quickly tell her that she was being too loud, and then we would both carry on with our respective work.

I stopped in front of the smooth door and raised my hand to knock. Ellie slips the door open just a crack, when she sees that it's me she opens the door. "Hey, Ellie."

"Hello," She smiles "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She had a very nice smile.

We both know the circumstances of my visit but I spell it out anyway "Dude, you're way too loud, it's disruptive and I'm working under a deadline."

"I know, I'm sorry." She looks genuinely apologetic.

"I don't know any office job that needs you to scream for hours on end," Alright, that blows what could've been a simple visit where she apologizes and I leave, I always had to add on.

"Right, sorry," She carries herself with so much confidence that it is like she is wearing armour made of gold though she has these subtle awkward tendencies of someone who has never been loved and was forced to improvise. "It's hard to explain,"

"Yeah, you've said-

"Do you wanna come and see?"

I'm taken a little aback and for a minute I think this is all a ploy for Ellie to lock me in her her apartment and kill me because she is sick of her neighbour banging on her door "What?"

"Well, you've asked a couple of times and if you have a minute I can show you."

I pause, mauling over her proposal. I think of my laptop on my spruce desk, open to the final pages of the memoir and I make up my mind "Alright, just not too long."

"If you say so," Ellie opens the door wider for me to move past her and then shuts it behind us.

Ellie's apartment is what I had expected from her even though it is surprisingly nice. She has a large L-shaped sofa in the living room adorned with throw blankets and pillows and a huge flatscreen with a coffee table in front of it. The layout is exactly like mine but inverted, her open kitchen has some odd knick-knacks that looked like they belonged on an Amazon must-haves list.

I don't go into her bathroom and the door leading to one of the rooms (What is equivalent to Margot's bedroom) is shut. The apartment itself is pretty sparse aside from little bits and pieces as she only moved in a month prior.

On the left side, I see that purple LED spilling out of what I assume to be her bedroom.

She walks in ahead of me and the second I follow in after her there is one question I have to ask "Ellie, are you a porn-star?" There are entirely too many computers in here. Her desk is set up with one of those fancy triple-screen PCs and she has a laptop placed seemingly randomly on a white loveseat that's pressed against the right wall.

There is one of those galaxy lamps that projects that trippy shit onto your walls and ceiling. The screen of her PC is facing our shared wall and I can see a huge hole where I assume that a loud crash from the other night occurred. Plastered all over the walls are posters from video games and movies, many of which I hadn't seen.

"What?" She sounds nearly offended "No," she grabs a folding chair from the corner of the room and unfolds it beside her black florid office chair. She sits on the folding chair and motions for me to sit in the office chair. "Come, sit."

I hesitantly sit in the chair "Are you going to attack me now?" I ask, getting defensive for no particular reason other than it was in my nature "Because I've read The Outsiders and I'm pretty sure I can fight."

She chuckles "I'm not gonna fight you."

"Because I'd win?"

She furrows her eyebrows but has this look of amusement on her face "Yeah, definitely."

"So what is this?" I motion around at all of her equipment.

Ellie puts one earbud in then hand me the other "Chat," She says, looking dead at the camera clipped onto her PC "This is my neighbour who came to yell at me for being annoying, she has every right."

"Who are you talking to?"

"I'm streaming," She said, clicking something on the screen so it changed, instead showing Ellie and I in front of the camera, I looked absolutely lost next to a rolling chat bar full of jokes that I didn't understand and people saying hello to me.

"So I was right," I turn my attention to Ellie "You are an internet person."

"Yeah, I'm an internet person but you weren't right, I don't do porn."

"Not yet," I shrug "Times are desperate," To this, the chats come in even faster than before. "So do you just sit here all night and scream at people?"

"I play video games and do challenges, sometimes I do just sit here and scream at them."

"That makes so much sense," I say "If there's any job that needs you to be obnoxiously loud and annoying, it's a youtube personality."

"Okay, well-

"So you're like Logan Paul?"

Her eyes go wide "No-

"What explains why your eyes are so bloodshot."

"You are a writer," She says it like it's a fact I wasn't aware of "You are in no place to judge, you probably spend as much time in front of a screen as me."

I nod "I hate to say you're right," My attention shifts to the hole behind me "Can you explain how playing video games put a hole through the wall?"

Ellie looks almost embarrassed, she doesn't say anything in response, instead, she just clicks something to screen share with us in a little box in the corner and then goes into YouTube. She types in 'Ellie Williams falls through wall' My eyebrows furrow as I read it, and she clicks the first video that pops up.

The video starts off strong; Ellie is cackling at something that her friend off-camera is saying, her friend then makes a comment that makes her laugh even harder and she throws herself back in her chair. This act breaks it, you can hear the chair snap beneath the pressure and Ellie just lets it happen as the chair crashes against the wall. Her eyes go wide when she realizes she's just put a massive hole into the wall and seconds later you can hear me on the other side banging my hands on the wall. Her eyes go wide and she stares at her friend off-camera, all of the laughter stops abruptly before her friend can't hold it in anymore and erupts in chortles, and the video cuts off.

My hand flies over my mouth to fight back the laughter I so badly want to let out. Ellie and I sit wordlessly, the only sound being donations on the screen and my giggles slipping through. Eventually, I manage to compose myself and look to Ellie, I don't have much to say except for "Oh my god."

A/N: Streamer! Ellie won the poll so here we are. As I was drafting out the other chapters for When I Was Your Girl, I decided that it is most likely to be discontinued unless I do a rewrite which will not be in the near future. I’m not rocking with the plot and there was a lot of mixed feedback, sorry if you were invested I guess, but you have this series to be invested in now!

[hoshifighting]

minghao as a sugar baby!

— WARNINGS: sugar baby x sugar mommy relationship, smut, penetrative sex, wax play, hao is a bit reluctant at first. — (Seventeen as Sugar Baby's Series)

you met minghao at an art gallery, of all places. the kind of place where the air feels thick with pretension, and every other person is silently judging the brushstrokes on canvases they pretend to understand. you weren’t there for the art, though. you were scouting—looking for something that would catch your eye, something different. that’s when you saw him. he was standing in front of a massive abstract piece, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted like he was trying to decipher a secret code hidden in the swirls of paint.

“what do you think?” you asked, walking up beside him. you weren’t talking about the art, though.

he glanced at you, surprised at first, but then his lips curved into a small, almost amused smile. “i think it’s a mess,” he said, eyes flicking back to the canvas. “but sometimes, messes can be beautiful.”

you smirked, recognizing the double entendre, and that was it. you knew you had to have him.

he was reserved, his words carefully chosen, and his gaze, while intense, held a certain distance. but there was something about him that intrigued you, something you couldn’t quite place.

the relationship started slowly. minghao was cautious, almost wary, as if he didn’t want to get too close too quickly. you showered him with gifts—designer clothes that suited his lean frame, tickets to exclusive art exhibits, and, eventually, those pearly white veneers that made his smile even more captivating. at first, he accepted these things with a polite nod, a quiet “thank you,” but you could tell he was holding back.

the first time you took him to an exclusive gallery opening in paris, dressed in a suit that probably cost more than most people’s yearly salaries, you saw something shift in his eyes. minghao loved the attention, loved the way people looked at him when he was with you. from that point on, he became more than just your sugar baby—he was your partner in crime, the one who could match your energy, your hunger for more.

and then there was the sex. minghao was a fast learner, eager to explore every kink and fantasy you threw at him. you remember the first time you introduced him to wax play. the way he flinched when the first drop of hot wax hit his chest, but then he bit his lip and looked up at you with that mischievous smile, his pearly white veneers catching the low light of the room.

he tried to stay composed, his lips pressed into a thin line, but you saw the way his body responded, the subtle arch of his back, the way his hands gripped the sheets.

“you can let go, you know,” you whispered, your voice low and teasing as you ran your fingers over the hardened wax. “i want to hear you.”

minghao’s jaw tightened, his eyes locking onto yours. for a moment, you thought he’d resist, but then he let out a soft moan, his control slipping. the sound making you clench around his cock, and you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you’d broken through his carefully constructed walls.

from then on, the dynamic shifted. minghao still maintained that cool exterior in public, but behind closed doors, he was different. there was a rawness to him, a desperation that surfaced when you were alone together. he kissed you with a hunger that surprised even him, his hands rough as they tangled in your hair, pulling you closer.

you remember that night in the french hotel vividly. you’d been louder than usual, the combination of minghao’s skilled hands and the intense pleasure he brought you pushing you over the edge. he’d tried to stay quiet at first, but as your moans grew louder, he couldn’t hold back anymore. he kissed you, hard, swallowing your cries as he thrust into you, his own moans vibrating against your lips.

“fuck, you’re so—” he didn’t finish the sentence, too lost in the sensation to find the words. his fingers dug into your hips, pulling you down onto him as he buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

you knew you had him hooked when he started buying things for you—little trinkets from his travels, rare pieces of art that he thought you’d like, things that showed he was thinking of you even when you weren’t around. it wasn’t the price tag that mattered, but the thought behind it. minghao had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world who mattered, and that was something no amount of money could buy.

together, you became a force of nature, tearing through life with a passion that few could understand. you were the power couple everyone envied, the ones who seemed to have it all, and for the most part, you did. but it wasn’t just about the material things—the luxury cars, the designer clothes, the extravagant vacations. it was about the connection you shared, the way you brought out the best and worst in each other, pushing each other to new heights, both in and out of the bedroom.

and as you lay there, watching minghao sleep, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of someone who’s truly at peace, you couldn’t help but smile.

[moxfirefly]

hi

I just saw your recent reblog, the ‘spicy action’ one

could I ask a fem!reader x bayverse!raph fic with the masturbate and oral prompts?

take your time 🫶

You got it anon 🫡

Rated explicit

Sometimes the ache was too much, the itch had to be scratched and sometimes nothing was enough.

He was missing you, desperately so.

Raph had thumbed through another picture of yours, salaciously showing off one of your purchases from the other day. It was a little number that showed legs and you had quite cheekily, pun intended, lifted the garment to show off your ass. It was a favorite picture of his, countless times he had stained his phone screen while admiring it.

Tonight was no different.

He had started off lazily stroking to the more take pictures you’d sent, the ones where he got to admire all manner of angles.

Because you’re beautiful in each of them, beautifully his.

By the time he got to the nudes, he was fully beating his cock. But to much of his disdain it wasn’t doing it this time. As he gripped and pushed the flesh down and then up, eliciting a moan between his clench teeth, the ache remained, the need to blow demanded.

Raph licked his palm for what felt the like twentieth time, hopeful the added moisture would replicate your cunt.

Which god he’d give anything to be buried in right about now.

The hand holding his phone tapped to zoom in, really admire the lace of your underwear, the cleft of your cheeks, the memories of burying his face between them. His cock leaked, another mournful gush of desire that couldn’t be satiated. He was past the point of boredom, he was stuck somewhere between chasing this high and growling in frustration. That filthy plap plap plap was mocking him, mocking how right now if you were here the sound could be so much more different. Desperate he flicked to a video you had sent him a few nights ago, you had been out of town and missing him.

Hearing your voice.

Hearing your noises.

Hearing your cunt.

Now we were getting somewhere, Raph felt the first tightening he hadn’t felt in an hour. Felt another embarrassing gush of precum dribble out of his abused head. Sweat had gathered at his brow, his hips jutted upwards with every intention of fucking hand. That crescendo of your sounds as you rode a toy, desperately seeking relief of your own…

The sound of his name as you came.

He could feel that pressure just close to cracking, something in him told him to quicken, to not miss video you falling apart for him.

But then again, real you was resting against the door of his-

Real you?!

Instinct kicked in, shutting the phone and trying to scramble for anything to hide his current activities (a practiced art from living with three brothers).

“No, no, I insist, I’m enjoying this just as much as you are.” That cocky smile only made his dick jump in need, in need to finish this.

“Jesus woman yer gonna kill me! …When ya get back?” He was elated to have you in the flesh, and although his question was ignore in favor of climbing onto the bed, he was so very happy to see you.

“In time to catch this show it seems.” You moved the pillow he’d used to modesty, and grabbed his cock. Raph hissed, so overstimulated from being so close.

“Need some help?” You dipped down, eyes on his as you wrapped your lips around the head and licked the slit there.

The very act made Raph’s mouth hang in a wordless answer.

His green eyes pleaded though.

You licked around the head before trailing down the base to the vein he loved getting extra attention on. The very motion made his toes curl, a hand shooting up to lay against the back of your head. He watched you take as much of him as you could, handle the rest with your soft expert hands.

Days without your touch had rendered him starved and embarrassed over how quickly he felt his release approaching after struggling for an hour.

He wanted to warn you, apologize and beg you to continue all at once.

So when that first hit of saltiness hit you and Raph moaned behind gritted teeth once more he thanked whatever was out there that you were here once again.

[crows-in-the-house]

Disillusioned

Summary : (this statement by @/exodusin) / Mabel finds you in Bills penthause but instead of escaping with her, you show her your true colors. And your new husband, Bill.

pairing: Bill Cipher x gn! evil! reader

tw: none, tell me if i should add

Mabel couldn't find Dipper. For twenty minutes she's been running around Bills piramid only to get the demon further away from her Grunkles. That worked out. Kinda. Now she couldn't find a way back and had him running after her and her brother. And now she lost him! She really hoped he was fine. Hearing a booming sound she turned to another corridor. This one was looking... different?

It was smaller and narrow, as if the walls were about to crush her trying to protect something further. On the end of it, she found grand traingle doors. She really hoped whatever was inside would be harmless enough to let her rest a second. She opened them, coming into a big luxurious room. It looked like some sort of a penthouse with an expensive cauch, a fireplace, chandelier and a-

"Oh! Mabel, hi!" - Wait, what? It was you! Y/N her cool older friend, the one who helped her out in numerous adventures, and the one who vanished, just some time before the start of Weirdmaggedon! She could't belive her own eyes!

"Y/N? What are you doing here! Has Bill kidnapped you and inprisoned? We were so worried!" The girl rushed to hug you. "We need to go! Bill is-"

"Go? Oh Mabes, why would we go anywhere?"

She took a step back. You looked the same as always. Just maybe more elegant? Her tired mind desperately searched for the explanation for the weird feeling she had right now.

"Y/N... what... what have you been doing since the start of Weirdmaggedon?"

"Oh, well, I was sitting here " you gestured around the luxurious room. You didn't seem to be panicked at all. Have you get used to the situation? " I've been quite bored, but overall I'm fine, really! I'm glad you're here to visit!"

"Visit? No! I'm here to defeat Bill! Have you seen what he did to the town? To the people?!"

Despite your face being frozen on a smile something in your eyes changed. You didn't answer immiediately, stepping back to a table nearby, pouring yourself a drink. You talked slowly, as if you were soothing a panicked animal cought in a trap.

"Oh yes. Trully a work of art. It took time to design all of this you know? Do you have a favorite part?"

She felt her stomach drop. She misheard you right? O-or you're just acting! Or under some weird demonic enchantment, you wouldn't say such a thing, right?

You smirked tilting your head. " Well... in my opinion, the top three things would be... hmm, the walking water tower - I know, I know, a boring choice, but it walks very funny and-

"Y/N, listen-" you ignored her, continuing as she wasn't even there "- the second would be bubbles, very creative, colorful and fun, you know? Especially yours, it was so cute it made me a bit jealous! It's a shame I didn't get to visit tho. Yes I know, sorry, don't look at me like that, I will do that next time ok? Now! Drumrolls! the first place goes toooo-"

You looked at her as if wanting her to guess. In response she gave you a mixed look. It seemed like you clearly needed some help, but there was no time to sit around.

"I dont know, what is it?"

" ME " she jumped quickly pointing a grappling hook at the intruder. It was Bill, again in his yellow tamer form, standing awfuly close to you and holing-

" Dipper!"

"Nu-uh Shooting star! You're not playing with that toy anymore!"

At the snap of his fingers her weapon dissapeared. He grabbed her and before Mabel could move she found herself in the same hand where Dipper was trapped in. But you? You just stood there.

"Y/N! Help us!" her brother shauted. You only responded with a piting look in your eyes. Until your attention moved over to the demon getting closer.

"Hey toots! Check this out - a pegasus dropped it off today!" he handed you a card. From where the twins where placed they could see a drawing of the pyramid and a short text which Bill read out laud:

"It's a "I missed you, B.", and yes, it's me, I'm the B, also there was no pegasus, also there was me."

He blinked at you.

You gasped and smiled, your cheeks got darker and your hands tauched where your heart was supposed to be.

"Oh Billy! You're such a romantic!"

Dipper looked at you with disdtain "You just didn't say that."

"Oh but they did! That's my spouse after all!" you both laughed at shocked faces of the children. It was funny how none of the Pines realised they had a traitor among them. Now everything started to make sense. How you claimed to love spending time in the shack. How your face always lingered on Dippers journal. How you never smiled at Stanford but was always calming him down after a fight with his broher. How they all could always count on you, to take care of the kids on their silly adventures.

"How could you!" Mabel felt her eyes getting watery. She really liked you. She trusted you!

You shrugged lightly smiling. " Oh dear, don't be sad, it was always the plan. I'm sorry you have to be entangled in all of this"

"No you're not."

"Ha. True, I'm not. You know me so well kid."

"Why. Why did you do all of this? We were friends-"

"Oh HA HA HA, they already have friends kid! And money, fame, riches, infinite power! And the handsome ol' me! What else would they need?"

"An entire world to rule?" - You kissed Bills eye while handing him a drink "Oh, and I don't want you to take it the wrong way, you know? But i hate you. I thought I could get over it. But I feel sooo tired. And it's just the time to split up! I mean, honestly, you and your grunkles had lot's of chances to get to the right side of history but you decided not to. Now you pay. Tell my thanks to Ford, I would never meet the love of my life, if not for his stupidity." your smile dropped.

"Y/N you can still fix this!"

"As if!" Bills form grew larger while he opened the door "See you sweetcheeks, I will get that equasion in no time! Gotta disassemble some kids molecules!"

You stayed there smiling, waving back at Bill.

That was the last time they saw you.

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

Starscream x Skyfire

NSFW, Size Difference

I recently came across this absolutely amazing animation by @fuccerito and I just had to write something for it!! Please enjoy Starscream being shown a very good time by his much larger lover and check out their amazing art when you're done <3

Skyfire always managed to be both lovingly gentle and completely in control every time they interfaced, and for all of his expansive intellect, Starscream had yet to figure out how this perfect balance was accomplished. In his defense, his only opportunity to study the phenomenon happened to be at a time when he was usually incapable of complex thought. Now was a perfect example of the processor deadening effects of Skyfire's spike, but as always, he didn't have the capacity to recognize it. There were far more engrossing things to focus on as the larger mech held him aloft over his exposed lap.

Already quite heated and eager for the massive spike below, the Seeker could only whimper in need as Skyfire maneuvered him into position, lining up his sopping valve over the throbbing tip of his length. Starscream let out a much needier sound as the heat pressed against his entrance, and he tried in vain to push his hips downwards to get it inside. The action made his lover chuckle affectionately, and he brought their helms together for a tender nuzzle before  bringing their lips together. A soft whine into his mouth compelled him to give the smaller mech what he wanted.

With only one arm needed to hold his delicate frame aloft, Starscream was lowered swiftly but smoothly onto the eager spike below, and he gladly spread his legs around Skyfire's chest to accommodate the stretch. Despite having taken it countless times before, he still let out a high pitched keen at the penetration, helm rolling back and optics squeezing shut as he felt the broad girth filling him up. There wasn't an ounce of resistance from his slick and eager valve as he took the girth with experienced ease. Rather, he clamped down on his mate the moment he felt him hit his maximum depth, wanting to feel that glorious fullness forever in his lusty haze.

Skyfire chuckled again, then secured his grip behind the smaller mech's back and got to work.

As always, he was careful in the beginning, using his greater strength to effortlessly slide Starscream a short distance up and down his length in a series of cautious, restrained thrusts. Each was met with a delightful, gasp of pleasure and not a trace of resistance, which told him he was in the clear to turn things up. Bracing his other arm against the floor, Skyfire gave no warning before he started to pound, sliding Starscream up and down his spike without a trace of effort. It was just the way they liked it most. 

Red optics went wide and stars burst before them. Moaning without restraint, Starscream ventilated hard and fast as the massive spike slid in and out of him at breakneck speeds, their hips loudly clanking together every time he was dropped back down to engulf the spike below. Were his arms free he'd have grabbed a hold of his lover for stability, but with them pinned he merely leaned into Skyfire and quivered from helm to pede, wings fluttering without his knowledge as euphoria made him steadily lose control. Colors continued to swirl in his vision each time he was thrust downwards, his frame so weightless in Skyfire's massive hand he was practically being used as a toy. 

Skyfire couldn't pretend to be completely in control as his overload started to build, the tight, wet heat of his mate's arousal bringing him to the start of a swift conclusion. Ventilations growing haggard and desperate, he paid close attention to the way his lover increased his volume, going from gasps of delight to cries of desperate ecstasy as he closed in on his own overload. The already tight valve around him began to pulse and flutter, forcing the larger mech to fight against the urge to blow his load then and there. Never once had he finished before his tiny lover...

Ever unknowingly merciful, Starscream didn't make him wait very long for release. Shaking so hard he rattled his armor, the Seeker flushed hot pink as the wave of release crashed into him without warning. Lube flowed down into Skyfire's lap as his valve spasmed in white hot ecstasy, milking the spike inside of him for everything it had and filling his frame with a dizzying rush of euphoria like no other. Skyfire allowed himself to truly let go once his lover started to come undone.

Tightening his grip, he pushed Starscream all the way down, fully sheathing his spike just as his own overload finally claimed him. Moaning into the smaller mech's audial, he came in ropes of transfluid so thick and hot his lover felt them squirting inside of him, the excess gushing out between them as Skyfire lightly bounced his hips. At the peak of his own ecstasy, Starscream was reduced to pitiful, breathless sounds of helpless delight as he took every last bit of his lover's load. Skyfire dropped his gaze to admire how much of a mess he'd made of the high class scientist.

Wings pinned down and twitching at the overwhelming pleasure tingling through him like an electrical storm, the tiny Seeker was reduced to a whimpering mess by the time the release inside of him slowed, his valve so stuffed it overflowed all over the berth below. Tilting his gaze upwards, Starscream went from helpless gaping to a dazed smirk of satisfaction as their optics met, and he allowed himself to go limp in the other's grasp. The heat of ecstasy cooled into the comfortable warmth of the afterglow.

Skyfire let out a deep vent as he too shifted into the bliss of gratification, so completely content he could have fallen into recharge on the spot. Keeping his lover supported effortlessly, he smiled as Starscream began to purr against him, compelling him to nuzzle their helms together with a returning sound of affection. The smaller seeker made no effort to move as the spike inside of him softened and retracted, allowing Skyfire more time to sit and enjoy the moment. It was obvious they'd both need a shower after this, but with the two of them so tired yet comfortable, neither was in a rush to get that started. For now, they were quite content to rest together in the privacy of their bedroom. The whole world could wait forever for all they cared...

[icedragonlizard]

I very much like my headcanons of all the villain-turned-dream-friends still being very flawed people one way or another.

I'd say that they could all be considered morally grey to various degrees. Some may be nicer than others, but overall I wouldn't really call any of them saints. None of them are irredeemably evil, and Kirby is friends with every single one of them, but they're all still flawed. And Kirby is basically their 'parole officer' as he keeps them all in check.

This post got quite long as I wrote everything I wanted, so I'm gonna post a 'Keep reading tag' down below.

Feel free to click on it if you'd like to see my interpretations on the flaws of some Kirby characters! I'll be covering Marx, Dark Meta Knight, Daroach, Magolor, Taranza, Susie and the mage sisters here.

Marx may be on Kirby's good side now as he's not looking to attempt conquest on Popstar again, but he's still essentially an agent of chaos. He's loud, he's obnoxious, he's widely known to be a prankster, and he loves getting a rise out of people. He enjoys causing scenes purely for the sake of it. And his sense of humor isn't exactly good at having tact, as he'll make jokes out of things that most others wouldn't dare do. He can be considered the most insufferable one out of the bunch.

But there are good qualities to him, too. Some people legitimately think he's the funniest guy alive, so there's that. Marx loves attention in general, regardless if it's bad or good attention, and so he gets delighted if someone likes him and enjoys his antics. He loves it when people decide to join him on mischief. If you're his friend, he'll often give you stuff to laugh about and you're likely to find yourself having fun with him. If he likes you enough, he'll even stand up for you if someone else antagonizes you. His friends are literally his homies.

He's still quite the wild creature, though. It requires a lot of patience and a lax/chill attitude to be able to put up with Marx. It's not uncommon for him to find ways to instigate chaos in Star Allies gatherings. But he CAN be forced to behave, albeit not always easily. Kirby and Magolor are the ones that can most easily get him to listen.

Dark Meta Knight is still a standoffish jerk with a temperament. He's rude, brutal, and isn't at all afraid to say things that might run shivers down people's spines. He's prone to violence if he feels even the least bit agitated. He's also a rather detached person that does not care to make friends with most of the other star allies, and is quite a big hater for the ones that get on his nerves. He has a bad habit of being too blunt about wishing death or general ill-will for people he hates.

Not just that, but I headcanon that Dark Mind is technically still alive as a neutralized little fragment that desperately needs assistance. DMK hasn't given up trying to bring DM back to its former glory, and is still devoted enough to do what DM asks of him to do. It's not actually as frightening as it sounds, though. Trying to bring DM back to its former glory may be impossible due to how much it'd take, so that threat may not warrant much concern, but DMK still strives for it.

But DMK can be kept in check at times by a few others in the cast. I headcanon that DMK is friends with Daroach, Adeleine, Ribbon and Kirby, and he does care about what they think of him. But I hc those are the only friends he has in the cast, as he's the dream friend with the least amount of friends. He doesn't care about anyone else. He's also willing to do art stuff with Adeleine, and will protect his friends from danger. But overall, DMK is still a ruthless son-of-a-gun.

Daroach has a notably kind-hearted side to him, but he's also absolutely still a thief. Some people are ticked off by his persistent thievery. He likes the challenge of breaking into certain areas and to see what's he capable of successfully stealing. This can get especially irritating for some if he's brought the entire squeak squad with him for these instances. Daroach also has a trollish/smug side to him, as he thinks it's funny to get reactions out of people as he steals from them.

He does have standards, though. There are people that Daroach will NOT steal from. This includes Kirby, Adeleine, the entirety of Ripple Star (he'd feel bad to rob from that planet) and he also respects Meta Knight enough to never steal anything from the Halberd. He's also a softy around Kirby. And there's times in the day where Daroach decides to be chill and not steal anything. He can be quite a laidback bro if he's your friend. He has a big sense of humor and if you don't mind him pulling lighthearted fast ones on you, he'll gladly do that.

But he's still our resident thief! Hahaha. And he often has a rather shady demeanor that might make some people put their guards up.

Magolor did make a well known apology and created an amusement park to back it up, but I headcanon he's still very much a flawed person. Much like his buddy Marx, Magolor is a mischievous prankster that likes getting a rise out of people at times, although he's much more tactful than the jester in this regard. There's other problems with Magolor, like how he often says awkward things that make it evident he doesn't have the best understanding of social cues. He also has a tendency to insert himself into things, due to still having a bit of an ego, and he can sometimes be a blatantly obvious suck-up.

It's also arguably somewhat flawed morality-wise on Magolor's behalf to have made all the masks he did for Merry Magoland. He had great intentions with that, as he wanted to honor many people with that, but he made a lot of them without permission. And it ended up being pretty awkward for some people to see the masks. Thankfully, it didn't elicit any reactions bad enough for Magolor to lose any friends, but he arguably should've gotten many people's permission first.

Magolor is still buds with Kirby despite his current flaws, though. And he actually cares about being liked and cares about making people have fun, and so he makes sure that he has standards accordingly for that. He also just has very weird ways of going on about trying to be a better person than what he was before. But regardless, he's trying!

Taranza may be mourning the death of his beloved queen, but as a matter of fact I do not headcanon him to be a complete softboy! Once enough time passed for him to start properly recovering from his loss, he's eventually started coming back to being a snobby rich-theater kid type of guy like he was before. He can be very bizarrely smug and confident at times. He has an iconic devious smile. He makes webs at people's homes with often trollish messages. Don't be surprised if he sneakily rearranges the stuff in your home without you looking.

And believe it or not, he also has a secretly vengeful and vindictive side to him. He'd love to torment and beat up everyone that picks on him. And because it was a dimensional mirror that corrupted his queen, he heavily resents the mirror world and talks smack about its inhabitants. Honestly if he saw a dimensional mirror again he'd love to break it and smash it to pieces. He also legit wants DMK to die.

But overall, Taranza is no serious bad guy anymore. He does have a definite nice and caring side to him. He's really grateful to all of his friends that have helped him out with his grief (especially Susie, who understands him better than anyone else does) and he'd panic like frick when one of his friends gets hurt. He doesn't want to lose any of his current friends, the last thing he needs is MORE things to grieve over. He's also glad to show people about flora. He's also still just a silly-ass rich theater guy that can be quite a big, dramatic handful.

Susie, while no longer the terrifying colonizer she once was, is still very much a corporate-minded woman with a lot of unhinged stuff going on with her. The HWC's practices are substantially improved in her rule compared to what it was in her dad's rule, but she still makes corny business decisions at times. She has a notable stubborn streak, and is often a bit too blunt and formal to people she isn't close enough to be friends with. She's also feisty and a bit too ruthless when it comes to combat, as it may require others to calm her down. And like Magolor, she gets awkward at times with her low understanding of social cues.

She's also still a mad-scientist at heart, although she's mostly stopped mechanizing people (except for those that explicitly WANT it) and has largely shifted to applying her mad-scientist desires on inanimate objects such as toys and accessories. I headcanon that Susie has an entire hobby of making super-detailed custom furbies as I wrote a post about it. But despite the improved shift, she often gets way ahead of herself when experimenting on inanimate objects to the point that the final result of her creations are pretty darn freaky and unnerving to some people. She really loves doing it, though! And the unhinged level of detail to her creations can be hilarious to some.

Susie does have friends that she cares about, and she lets them reign her in as she doesn't want to disappoint them. And despite usually being rather cold, she's not entirely without her kind moments. Susie is at her nicest when interacting with Taranza and Kirby, and she has other friends like Magolor and the mage sisters that she can be great with. Her friends are the one thing that help motivate her to get better. But despite that, Susie is still absolutely a big handful in terms of flaws. She's still a vindictive, standoffish, corporate mad-scientist that's ballsy enough to constantly snap back during confrontations!

The Mage Sisters are still chaotic menaces. They're exceptionally grateful to Kirby and co. for saving them and Hyness in HiAD, and so they definitely ain't doing that Void Termina crap again, but these women still engage in absurdly violent and bombastic activities. They love to destroy random buildings for no real reason other than just for kicks and giggles. They cackle like hyenas when they cause mischief.

Francisca is perhaps the most obviously flawed mage sister, as she literally keeps her frozen trophy collection and even tries to expand it! That's a bruh moment. It doesn't exactly help that she's close buddies with Marx as those two will just make some absolutely absurd hijinks together. Her relatively quiet nature can also be rather unnerving. It's not all bad, though, as she can be genuinely sweet to people that she cares about. And she's kind enough to give you free water with her soda gun if you'd like that, but overall she's an extraordinary freak.

Flamberge is the nicest of the three mage sisters, but she still has her fair share of chaos as she loves causing big booms with her fire abilities. She can be considered a daredevil with that sort of thing. Another notable flaw with her is that she lets Francisca get away with anything. She will NEVER hold her psychotic blue sister accountable. And there's of course her temperament, but she's surprisingly chill a lot of the time and is really only angry if given an actual reason to be.

Zan Partizanne can be quite rude with excessive name-calling, as she has a mentality of "it goes both ways" when her name can't be said right. If you can't say her name right, then she'll make it even by giving you some unhinged nickname. She also has a guilty pleasure of starting playful bickering matches with people purely for fun. That being said, she's something of a leader alongside Hyness at the Jambandran base and is always glad to help guide people around the place, but she can overall be quite a standoffish and feisty person.

The mage sisters do care about trying to be better, though. They want to make Kirby proud as he's essentially their little hero. They're still incredibly unhinged people by virtue of being raised in a literal cult, though, and they still love to start ruckuses and cause chaos. With the amount of mischief they cause with their weapons, it may be wise to keep some distance as to not get caught in their weapons' range.

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That's basically everything I got. All these characters are still very flawed people to me. They're all redeemable to various extents, but yeah. I like to think that they all need occasional slaps on the wrists by Kirby. He's their 'parole officer' like I said at the beginning of the post. He keeps them in check. And it works as they all respect him!

But despite sometimes slapping them on the wrists, Kirby does care about all these people. He's friends with all of them. He cheers them on as they progress in life. When they do good things, he's proud of them! He also can't help but feel sorry for the more traumatized ones.

Kirby has remarkable tolerance. He can basically be friends with bad people, lol. He always has faith and sees the good in people. He's the perfect little guy to motivate people to get better. He can keep someone in check from doing bad things, and is merciful enough to always give them a second chance. Man, thank this universe for Kirby!

Thanks for reading if you did. See you for the next one.

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↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 3.8k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, public displays of affection

↣ notes :: welcome to the first chapter! 💕 I hope you guys already for the rollercoaster between these two.

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"you see my thick thighs, lost when you look into my brown eyes, see my little waist can make you switch sides. you've never seen the devil in disguise."

- be honest, jorja smith-

ｗｉｎｔｅｒ

A low hum of people chatting over the Lo-Fi beats filled the area. Glasses clinking, some munching, all sounds that Kiara Smith grew familiar with. Though the crowd was more significant than the last exhibition she attended, it was starting to become all the same. 

She could remember the very first exhibit she went to and all the nerves it brought. She was a bumbling mess—sweaty palms constantly being wiped on her dress that she may have also used as her prom dress while her stomach frequently threatened to release her breakfast all over the floor—as she watched the few people who also attended like hawks. So insecure about the words those people chose not to share. So insecure about their lips pressed into taught smiles. Were they being genuine or just keeping up appearances? Was her art worth anything, or was she going to flop and end up having to get a shitty job just to make ends meet? Those same nerves would never fade, holding onto her like some clingy child desperately needing attention. But they became less apparent whenever her boyfriend was around. The heaven-sent angel would always know the right thing to say and make the world melt away. Though he would never miss an event, it was very seldom that he was on time. She never stressed his whereabouts, knowing he'd arrive eventually.

The 24-year-old continued to walk around, partially eavesdropping as she passed couples and groups of people. Occasionally, she would take a sip of the bubbly gold in her glass to appease that child named Nerves tugging on her leg. She slowed to a stop once a particular piece caught her eye. It was two separate canvases placed at equal heights. One canvas had a bright figure colored in hues of pink and blue, while the other was dark. Shades of black and grey bled from one canvas to the other as if it was trying to overcome the figure itself. The darkness had enough space on their canvas, though, at least a third remaining untouched, but it wanted the colors. It wanted to possess them, spread its darkness to them.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" blurted a voice near her. Despite the voice being calm and inviting, it startled her. She quickly turned to the side, not realizing a man joined her. His side profile was magnificent — features that were immaculately sculpted from his eyebrows, down his straight nose bridge leading to a button tip, to where his rose-shaded lips took center stage, frozen in a pout. His light blonde hair with dark roots made his olive skin stand out. It looked natural on him. The man was attractive, and Kiara couldn't deny that. His aura alone was almost as intoxicating as the drink in her hand. It pulled her in and wrapped around her like a warm embrace. She nodded, humming in agreement with his question. She faced ahead again.

The man stole another glance at her, eyes slowly glazing over her features. "It's so rare nowadays to find someone who could capture so much without saying a word. It's almost godly."

The more he talked, the nicer his voice sounded. It had an excellent depth, low and appealing even in his hushed tone. Kiara was into what he was saying, continuing to nod until the last comment. She had to sip her drink to subdue the urge to giggle.

"But you know what you and this painting have in common?"

She turned to look at the man, their eyes meeting for the first time tonight. And boy, how he could get lost in those pools of amber. She raised an eyebrow curiously, her glass still resting on her lips as she silently urged him to continue.

"You both were crafted with the same care, holding a beauty one could only dream of containing."

Kiara almost spat out her drink, startling the man before her. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, holding back the remainder of the liquid behind her taut lips. The man's eyebrows drew together and his lips pursed slightly. His expression then dropped to a neutral state once he realized she was chuckling at what he said.

Once she swallowed the liquid, she turned to face him completely. She took a moment to graze over his appearance fully. He was well dressed, wearing a black blazer, white crew neck underneath, and dark-wash skinny jeans. Silver earrings dangled from his earlobes to match the silver chain around his neck and the wristwatch. 

"Damn," she commented, a grin growing on her full glossed lips, "you're really laying it on thick for someone you don't know." Her voice was nothing he expected. She seemed like one of those Hamptons girls, playing in New York City with daddy's money. Her voice was light and smooth like silk fabric, but her accent was hard like a concrete wall. She was either from Queens or Brooklyn, syllables being dropped or stretched at a whim. Something about the way her words blended was incredibly sexy. 

The man quirked a brow, intrigued as the corner of his lips pulled into a half smile. "You tryna say I'm out of practice?"

"Precisely." She answered quickly and confidently as she gazed up at him. "I expect that kind of line from someone twice your age."

"Well, ouch." He chuckled, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as his eyes glanced downward at the girl. "My job requires me to be blunt, so I call it like I see it."

"And you're saying I'm as beautiful as this painting?"

He grabbed a glass off the tray of a passing waiter. "Your beauty surpasses it." It was true. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her golden honey skin practically glowed under the cool white fluorescent lights. Her hair was dark brown and long, pulled back into a sleek high ponytail with two strands framing her face. Her black satin dress hugged every curve in her body with grace, and there were plenty of them. The material looked soft to the touch, gently reflecting the light. He'd be lying if he said her looks weren't the reason why he approached. And on top of all the looks, she smelled phenomenal—warm and sweet, like a freshly baked sugar cookie with a dash of cinnamon on top, making him want to relive through the holiday season that just passed.

Kiara let out a soft scoff. "Thank you, but that's not as much of a compliment as you may think." She suddenly spun on her stiletto heels, turning her back to the man as she walked away.

He quickly followed, catching up in a few steps to join her by her side. "Do explain."

"Beauty has, and always will be, skin deep." She circled the champagne in her glass while looking out into the crowd. "Looks fade over time. Trends come and go faster than the seasons. So if you really wanna wow a girl…." She stopped at another painting that grabbed her attention before looking at him. "Compliment the things you can't see." The two stopped to gaze at the artwork in front of them. The man thought over her words while admiring the piece. The canvas before them had various hues of green splashed about, but shades of purple peeked through upon closer inspection. It mimicked little flowers blooming through a field of wild grass. She managed to lead him to the only painting that mirrored their conversation.

He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "You're completely right. And to think I almost missed out on how intelligent you are."

She smiled, soft and genuine. "Thank you."

The man stayed by her side as Kiara floated, offering his opinions on whichever piece they stopped in front of. She really appreciated being able to receive unbiased feedback on her work. He didn't know he was chatting with the artist. No one in the room knew. The name signed at the bottom of each canvas was Luna, a faceless painter. It's been that way since the beginning, and she intended it to stay that way. Only her close friends, family, and people she hired knew of her secret.

"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to lunch tomorrow." The man asked at their fourth or so painting.

"I see you don't waste any time."

"Correct. Time is limited, after all."

She looked up at him, his perfect lips pulled into a soft smile. Maybe in another lifetime, she thought as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Flattered, but I can't."

His brows furrowed. He thought that the conversation they were having was great, so what was with the rejection? "May I ask why?"

"I have a boyfriend," she said with a wide smile.

He suddenly scoffed, causing her to tilt her head to the side slightly. "I haven't seen anyone on your arm the whole night." The first thing the man hated the most was being lied to.

Her brows then lowered while her eyes narrowed. "He's just late."

The second thing was excuses.

"Tsk," he shook his head before downing his drink. "Committed to a man with no time management? Red flag."

"And somehow that's better than a man who can't take rejection?" She shot back as she quickly matched his energy. They had a peaceful conversation only moments before, and now the energy between them had grown negative.

"Oh, I can take rejection," he stated with a chuckle as he put his glass down. "But only when I'm being told the truth."

"It is—"

"Hey, darling." And finally, the deep and butter-smooth voice appeared, melting away the anger that was bubbling inside Kiara. As he approached her side, he placed his large hand on the small of her back and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm sorry I'm late."

The blonde in front of them eyed the man from his tan skin and wavy ebony hair to his solid-colored turtle neck and long coat. Something about the dark-haired man seemed familiar to the blonde. Then it hit him like a freight train. "Well, isn't it Mr. Kim Taehyung?" He smiled widely, glancing up at the slightly taller man.

Taehyung's brows furrowed momentarily before grinning. "Holy shit, Park Jimin!" He stepped forward, leaving Kiara's side to wrap his arms around the blonde. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he pulled away from the man. "I never would've thought that you'd be into art."

He chuckled softly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "It's just a little appreciation I picked up from Spain." He shrugged casually.

Taehyung's jaw clenched briefly, his smile slipping for a moment. For as long as he's known Jimin, he always had to slip in a way to brag about his accomplishments. It was sad that he still hasn't grown out of that trait yet. "Ah yeah," he responded, playing cool, "I forgot you traveled there. How was it?"

Jimin shrugged again. "It was Spain," he said, glazing over the topic. "But me and—shit, I'm sorry." His attention shifted from Taehyung to the woman. "I never asked for your name."

"I'm Kiara," she said softly. Her arms folded over her chest as she watched the two men converse. She didn't mind a bit since Taehyung was the most extroverted of the two.

"Kiara," Jimin repeated to himself, his eyes trailing down her appearance briefly. He tried to pin the name to the face, especially if she was Taehyung's. His eyes finally returned to the other man. "Kiara and I were discussing some of the pieces earlier. I've been a huge fan of Luna for years now." He tried to be calm about the subject of Luna, but it made excitement course through his veins. He was among the first few to learn about the mysterious artist who abruptly appeared on the scene. Everyone wanted one of their pieces overnight, and Jimin was obviously at the very top of that list. Every brushstroke left was a paragraph, speaking a language only artists could understand. 

"I don't even wanna talk about how hard it was to get in here," he chuckled, a faint flush spreading over his cheeks. A Luna Eclipse had a longer wait list than some Michelin-star restaurants. Luckily for him, he was able to pull a few strings. A few phone calls here, some embarrassing promises there, and he was in.

Kiara couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips as she eyed the man. The smirk on Taehyung's lips was full of pride, almost conceited, as he tilted his head slightly to the side. "Oh, you don't say?" For once in the pair's life, it felt like Taehyung had a one-up on Jimin. "How does it feel to—"

"My love," Kiara interjected, voice just as sweet, yet bitter, like honey as she placed her hand on Taehyung's chest. She looked up at him, and Jimin could see her pupils dilated, swirling with love. He chewed on his lower lip gently. He barely knew this woman, but why did he want her to look at him like that? "I have to talk to you about something."

Taehyung stared at his partner with furrowed brows before looking at Jimin. "Um, alright. I'll catch up with you later then."

She looked at Jimin, and that love dissipated instantly. Such a look was only reserved for Taehyung, making a heaviness grow in his abdomen. "If you would excuse us."

The blonde couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from Kiara. "Of course," he finally said, grinning at the man. "Don't be a stranger!"

The two waved at each other before Kiara led him away. Her arm wrapped around his, holding him close to her. She glanced back at Jimin one last time before pulling Taehyung to a quiet section of the event. He leaned against the pillar while Kiara stood before him, gazing up at him.

"Why did you cut me off?" Taehyung asked, keeping his voice calm.

"Because you almost name-dropped me," she said, her arms folding over her chest. 

The 26-year-old's lips turned into a small o shape before forming a sheepish smile. "You're right. I'm sorry. I completely forgot for a second. It's just so hard not to brag about you when you always look so good." He reached out and touched her waist, pulling her into him.

She couldn't stop her lips from forming a smile as he buried his face into her neck. She giggled quietly, her hands placed on his chest. "Stop it," she whined, not wanting him to do such a thing.

Taehyung inhaled deeply, the notes of her sweet perfume entering his nostrils. "Mm, and you're wearing my favorite perfume too?" He mumbled against her skin, placing gentle kisses randomly. "You just wanted me to be on you."

The girl laughed before gasping when she felt his large hand fully palm her ass. She pulled away from him just enough to slap him in the chest playfully. "We're in public!"

His eyes locked with hers, with a smirk playing on his lips. "So?" He questioned as he pulled her close again, resuming to litter her neck with kisses. "No one's looking anyway. They're too distracted by your beautiful art." 

He continued until he reached her favorite spot, a moan parting from her smiling lips. His hands couldn't get enough of her, feeling her up as if it was the first time. Kiara's eyes fluttered shut, biting back moans that wanted to escape her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Taehyung," she whined again, partially out of want. It started to feel so good that the world began to melt away. "Someone will see."

Someone cleared their throat. "That's true."

Kiara's eyes shot open, quickly pushing the man in the midst of giving her a hickey off of her. He groaned as his back hit the pillar wall while she turned around. Her cheeks flushed with heat, embarrassment promptly replacing the arousal. She saw familiar ice-blue eyes playfully glaring at her. The petite woman pushed her long, ginger hair off her shoulders as she cocked an eyebrow at the two—disapproval flooding her features.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Hello, Aimee," he said, greeting the woman for both of them.

Aimee huffed, glancing at the man. "Taehyung."

He stood up from the wall, kissing Kiara's temple. "Lemme get us something to drink." He shot one last glare to Aimee before walking off.

Aimee shook her head. "I don't know how you put up with him and all the PDA." She grumbled, her heavy New Jersey accent ringing through Kiara's ears while she glared a hole into the back of Taehyung's head.

Kiara straightened out the smooth material of her dress. "You get used to it," she smiled softly to herself. "Plus, I kinda like it."

"Ugh," Aimee rolled her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest. "Seems like he'd fuck ya right there with an audience." The girl pointed her index finger to her open mouth, making a gagging sound while Kiara laughed.

"You're so dramatic," Kiara smiled while shaking her head. "But what's up? Is everything going OK?" Aimee was at every event Kiara held. She was her art dealer, providing guests with the information needed to purchase a piece. She would only come up to the artist if something were awry.

"Oh! Everything is fucking fantastic, honestly." Her eyes lit up with excitement as she bounced on the balls of her heels. "I think this might be your best collection yet."

Kiara sighed in relief, placing her hand on her chest as it fell. "Thank you. If we can get everything sold tonight, I'll be set." Aimee looked at the girl, her brows furrowing momentarily before releasing. "Taehyung and I have been looking for a bigger place."

Aimee's lips turned down into a slight frown. "A bigger house? Has he even talked about getting a ring yet?"

Kiara's shoulders dropped, her hand pinching and rubbing at her fingers. She sounded just like her best friends and every other friend in Kiara's life. "I know," she sighed. She glanced down at her left hand, where her ring finger was aching to be adorned with something. "It's so backward, but a one-bedroom isn't enough. He needs an office space for work. So, I'm hoping the ring will come soon after once we settle into a new place."

She looked at the girl, a sad smile replacing her frown. "Well, it's only been four years, right?"

Only. That word ran circles in Kiara's head. 

It's only been for years. 

You've only just moved in with each other. 

You've only just started dating.

The word was growing tiresome, especially in the conversations about Taehyung. Everyone had an opinion about her and her relationship, but no one dared to say anything straightforward about it. She was sick of only.

Kiara nodded slowly, which only caused Aimee to sigh. "He'll come around, doll, don't stress it." She assured with a soft smile, gently patting the woman's shoulder. "Lemme get back to my job so you can get that house." After Kiara gave Aimee a small smile, she walked off. She almost bumped into Taehyung on the way out, the two quietly cursing at each other before continuing their path.

He returned to Kiara with a smile, handing her a glass of champagne. "All good news?"

She grinned at the man, feeling warm despite not sipping her drink yet. "Amazing news."

As the night continued, the two walked around together. They always had a hand on each other somehow, whether it was Taehyung's on the small of her back or Kiara's hand being swallowed by his. She adored this. It made her feel safe—feel wanted. He had to let everyone know she was off the market and was his. As if a shiny diamond ring resting upon her left finger wouldn't have done the same. Taehyung struck up conversations with random people, small-talking them like the extrovert he was. During each conversation, she would glance around, finding something to fill her attention while they spoke of things that didn't matter. Every time, her gaze would meet the blonde.

Their eyes lingered for longer than what was appropriate. Why was he looking at me? She thought while she fidgeted with her fingers. Or was he staring at Taehyung?

"Love," she said as she turned her gaze to Taehyung. He has just finished up a conversation with an elderly couple. "How long have you known Jimin?"

"We grew up together, and were best friends."

The girl's eyes went wide. Despite four years together, Taehyung rarely talked about anything before his college years. It was optional to dwell on past things, even though Kiara would've loved to know everything, from how he scraped his knees while learning to ride a bike to his first love.

"We even went to college together, out here," he continued. "But our crowds were completely different. He got along with the nepo babies since he basically is one, and I got along with the art kids. I remember us bumping heads quite a bit." He let out an amused chuckle.

"Oh," she frowned slightly.

"Like he didn't have to brag about going to Spain," he blurted out. "Not all of us can drop our responsibilities and take off on vacation for a year."

"A year?!" She repeated as her jaw dropped.

"Mhm, basically had his parents pay for the whole trip." There was a fire behind his words. He's been tight-lipped about his friendship with Jimin, and finally, it felt amazing to let it out. "I'm surprised he's not rotting from the inside out."

Kiara pouted a bit, never hearing Taehyung speak so harshly about another. "Well, maybe it was a birthday gift?" The blonde couldn't be that bad, even if she got a taste of that quick-witted mouth earlier. He could've just been having a bad day after all.

"He left in March, babe, and his birthday is in October."

Her mouth formed a small o before she chewed on her lower lip gently. "So you're not gonna catch up with him?"

He looked ahead before glancing down at the girl. "I am," he said with a shrug, "I would rather hang out with a nepo baby than my coworkers." Kiara let out a half-hearted snicker as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "It would be a good opportunity to get out of the house since someone says I need to make friends."

"You do!" She looked at him, brows furrowed and nose slightly scrunched. "I feel bad leaving you home every girls' night. I want to know you're having fun and not rewatching the same three movies."

"They're good movies!" He argued with a smile as the girl shot him a glare. "But I hear you," she stretched out the last syllable as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "So I will try for you, OK?"

The girl smiled, leaning up to touch their lips together briefly. "Thank you." She hoped they could work past their differences and become friends. She knew the man wanted to go out and experience things, but he longed for a set group to do that with. Sometimes, rekindling a relationship was more manageable than starting a new one.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Magic Words P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT

I hummed my little tune as I did some sweeping in the prep room, slowly moving my brush across the floorboards, when I heard a voice,

"Hello, Y/n..." I looked to the door and smiled seeing Jack standing there dressed for the day, having been busy working in the hospital most of the day even though we had been seeing each other very often,

"ohh... Hello Doctor Dawkins, How are you feeling today?"

"A lot better today, My days have been going quite well actually, especially now."

"Ohh why is that?"

"Do you really need me to tell you why?" he chuckled as he came closer,

"Yes, why is the day better now?"

"Becuase now, I get to see you," He smiled,

"Awww aren't you sweet," I smiled kissing his cheek,

"Ohh come on we both know you're the sweet one here,"

"Well it's easy being sweet to my handsome doctor"

"And its just as easy to be sweet to my gorgeous nurse,"

"awww you're too sweet to me,"

"W-Well as sweet as I may be, you're still even sweeter than me! I mean...just look at you."

"well look at yourself you're far too handsome to resist."

"Well... I guess if we're saying compliments.... Your beauty truly is impossible to resist...."

"is it now?" I chuckled, "I have a feeling I know what's going on today, with all these compliments,"

"..... And what do you think is going on?"

I leant my broom against the wall and wrapped my arms around his neck "Is my handsome doctor sneaking around and giving me such compliments because he would like to ask for attention?"

"Maybe..." He smirked,

"Well?"

"Please Y/n," he whined sweetly,

I smiled and gave his nose a little kiss, "Alright, You willing to wait till we get up to your room? shall we just pop to the supply cupboard? or do just want to risk it here in the prep room?"

"...as much as I want to," He blushed, "I think the prep room is too risky,"

"Alright, can you wait up to your bedroom?"

"No." He smirked,

"Cupboard it is then," I smiled I took his hand and tugged him with me even if he didn't need to be tugged too hard as he was almost leading me out of the prep room, through the surgery theatre and down into the cupboard as soon as I shut the door he happily leant against the wall, "So? what is going on help make my handsome doctor feel better?"

"Do I need to explain it?" he smirked back,

"Well, you need to tell me? Hand? Mouth? or inside me? which will make you feel better?"

"Y-Y/n... this time... I want to... I want to go all the way to the end," He cooed,

"Oh?"

"..... Please Y/n, ..... I.... I want I want everything....."

"everything? Well alright, but you have to ask nicely for everything remember?"

"P-please Y/n, I... I want all of you...."

"what's the magic words, Jack?" I cooed,

".... I love you, Y/n...."

"Good boy," I smirked kissing his neck as I stroked his stomach,

"Y/n...." He groaned,

I smirked and moved to my knees and unbuttoned his trousers tugging his trousers and shorts down to expose his hard erection I took him in my hand stroking his shaft slowly and teasing, his breath sharp already his body slightly templing for the mere touch of my hand, so I smirked and took him into my mouth sucking and licking mercilessly listening to his stunted moans as he tried to keep quiet and hidden but he melted into my me so quickly using my hand on his base to tease him even more, my name falling from, his lips over and over my work fueled utterly by forcing these hormonal sounds out the reserved doctor, I pulled back a little and smirked up at him to see his desperation across his face,

"This what you want Jack?" I cooed seductively,

"Y/n.... I.... I'm gonna..."

"Gonna what?" I teased pressing kisses and swirling my tongue around his cock,

"Uhhh! I'm gonna cum!"

"humm are you now?" I smirked, "My throat or inside me? where do you wanna put it?" I giggled,

"Your th-throat...." He begged,

"Humm... what are the magic words, Jack?"

"Uhhh! I love you Y/n! Please! Please... I need you!"

"Good boy," I smirked wrapping my hand fully around the child of his cock and taking every inch of him into my mouth sucking and licking with merciless movements, his body shaking, his head thrown back his face of utter desperation,

"Y-Y/n! Ohh- Y-Y/n... Uhhhhh!" He moaned as I began to rub his lower stomach with my hand to soothe him into his release, "Y-Y/n.... Y/n.... Y/n... Oh, Y/n...Uhhhhhhhhh!" His whole body stiffened his knees almost giving out if not the wall he leant on, and his hips bucked into my mouth uncontrollably as he buried himself as deep in my throat as he could, and he gasped hard trying to relax after being satisfied,

I pulled back and giggled swallowing it all and licking him clean giving his head a little kiss,

"...Th-thank you, Y/n."

"You're welcome Doctor Dawkins," I smiled, getting to my feet, "Now? you still want anything or was that enough?"

".... I still want more Y/n, please give me more...."

"more? Alright, what do you want then?"

"I want to... I want to be inside you...." he gasped,

I chuckled a little "Alright so? On top of you? On my knees? Bent over the shelf? Or just on my back?"

"On your back.... And I would be on top for once." he smirked, "If that uhh is okay..."

"that's what you want," I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck and he happily wrapped his own around my waist wasting no time to pick me up and lay my body on the cupboards wooden floor in a decent position, He was clearly a little nervous but tugged up my skirt happily "you're so cute when your desperate jack,"

"Am I? I rather think your cute and I wanna see you desperate," he smirked pulling my lips to his in a harsh make out his hands grabbed my arse, my breasts, my hips anything he could get at finally having me under him and the ability to be in charge and do as he wished rather than having to beg me for the little attention he wanted now he had me on the floor under him and he wasn't going to waste such a chance. I blushed hard at his gropes, fondles which only made him do more he moved his hand to my clit rubbing hard, the other to my breast rubbing on my nipple through my dress as he kissed down my neck, before finally forcing himself inside me "Ughhhh! Y/n! Ohhh fuck-" He groaned shifting himself a moment before he grabbed my hips and began to utterly destroy me without mercy,

"Ahhhh! Jack!" I squealed, "Jack... please"

"Please what, Y/n...?"

"more"

"More?"

"More please..." I whined,

"You want more..?"

"yes please" I whined already feeling close from his merciless treatment,

He smirked seeming to enjoy my screams and whines as he pulled back to whisper against my lips his eyes dark with lust, "Hmm... What's the magic words, Y/n?"

I gasped at him using it back at me, "Jack, please..."

"You want more? then say the magic words Y/n,"

"I Love you!" I gasped,

"Good girl," he growled as he got even faster the whole room filled with our heat and screams of pleasure my nails digging into the floorboards as my head threw back in pleasure desperately lingering so close to the edge,

"Jack please im-"

"Y/n... do you want to cum?"

"please please Jack, let me - please!"

"I bet you do," he growled, "Let's see how you like it," He growled rubbing on my clit as he mercilessly thrusted making me squeal and scream for him, "Having to beg, and plead, for pleasure and for mercy, let's see how you like being danged over the edge of satisfaction, You wanna cum? Do you want me to make you cum? then say the magic words Y/n, Say it. Say you love me and I'll pitty my Y/n and let her cum."

"uhh now you're just being evil"

"Ohh evil am I?" He smirked, "I'm doing just as you do, what's wrong don't like your own medicine?"

"Jack please!"

"want me to stop?"

"no! No no no! Don't stop please!" I whined,

"Then magic words Y/n...

"umm... I love you, I love you, I love you, Jack"

"Uhhh good girl!" He growled, as he went as fast and merciless as he possibly could, "I think I'm gonna.... Ahh..."

I reached mine first clawing down his back like a cat as I squealed and screamed his name My body squirmed as I reached my orgasm and the mere feeling of being inside me when I did was enough to tip Jack over too finishing himself only seconds after, burying himself inside me and propping himself up as we both gasped for breath,

"...Holy... where did all that come from there Doctor Dawkins?" I blushed,

"I'd say we had quite some fun..."

"We did. But you're not usually so... commanding,"

"I'm not, but I like it," he smirked,

"humm now you see why I do it to you"

"Yeah... I definitely do...."

"but I have to admit... I do rather like being in control Jack even if he is a little mean to me" I playfully pouted,

"Oh really? You like it when I'm a little bit mean Y/n..? You like it when I don't hold back?" He smirked

"I did"

"Oh was that so Y/n..? Well.... I have to say I like being the one in charge of this now. It was great taking the wheel from your hands..., and it feels good making you melt like this...." He smirked,

"well we can have turns I'm sure"

"Humm I think that would be best," he nodded, "But right now, I must say, I feel like I would want to stay in control a little while longer...." he growled pinning my hands above my head,

"Ohh no..." I gulped, "Humm It seems I may have... woken a sleeping dragon with my magic words?"

"I think you're right.... And you have no idea how badly this dragon wants you..."

"and what If I didn't let you?" I teased trying to take his wrists to take back control but he pinned me harder, "Jack!" I complained,

"Ohh, my sweet Y/n... I wasn't asking." He growled kissing my lips hard, 

[pascalishere]

Ok, here are some thoughts on Death Grips, cause I forgot earlier whoops

I’ve been feeling some latent frustration with how I see a lot of people online engage with their music. I don’t mean to be some kind of elitist about this, but a lot of the (deserved) praise that I see them getting feels kind of…detached? It’s almost always coming from the kind of “woah, this music is crazy…but it works somehow?” mindset. I know I’m absolutely making a strawman argument here, but I’ve seen it enough times to where I feel like it’s not just a person I’m making up in my head to be mad at.

I feel like some people don’t get that DG isn’t good in spite of the “insanity”, they’re good because of the “insanity”. And I’ll admit, a lot of their music can be quite alienating! They use lots of abrasive textures, MC Ride’s performances can get very intense, it’s all a lot. But I feel like there are tons of moments of sheer beauty within DG’s discography. The riff from Centuries of Damn comes to mind, it’s so tired and desperate sounding, it’s incredible.

Hearing the incredible art that DG puts out is great, but to see a lot of people in it for the pure spectacle is a little disheartening. And I’m not trying to claim to be the only one who really gets Death Grips, at least I hope I’m not. I just really only see people talk about how crazy they are instead of how flat-out good they are.

Like, each member of DG itself is so talented!

Ride’s ability to channel that much visceral feeling into his performances is impressive on its own, it’s a miracle his throat hasn’t completely given out yet. But it feels so shitty to pigeonhole his style into “Funny homeless man screaming”. First of all, that’s just fucking rude. Second, that’s so reductive! Screaming isn’t all he does, he’s a really damn versatile performer! I never feel like he’s phoning it in or reusing a vibe, he does exactly what needs to be done, every single track. Lots of the most memorable moments of DG’s music are when Ride drops the yelling, and just talks. It’s chilling every time. Plus, his ability to keep a consistent flow over the off-kilter production is a feat all on its own.

Speaking of which, I think Andy Morin might be one of my favorite music producers right now. Right up there with Arca, Patricia Taxxon, Nigel Godrich, that real legendary shit. Like Ride, it never feels like I’m hearing the same thing twice. Each DG track sounds and feels so distinct, even while keeping within the general industrial, electronic, and punk sound palettes. Even my least favorite DG project in terms of production, NLDW, never ever felt lazy or unfinished. I think it’s an excellent project, I just don’t personally enjoy it as much as other DG albums, for very superficial reasons. On projects I prefer more, I still strongly feel that he’s very skilled at creating unique sounds, while still maintaining a sense of familiarity within the outlandish production.

Regarding Zach Hill, I think his drumming speaks for itself. Like, watch any video of a live Death Grips performance. That man goes absolutely ham on the drums, every single time. It’s a wonder he hasn’t snapped his wrists more often. Admittedly, he is the DG member I have the least to say about. I tend to get lost in the electronic elements of most DG tracks, I don’t pay as much attention to the drumming. I also have yet to check out Hella, but I’ve heard nothing but good things about them. Moving forward, I’m definitely going to try to keep my ears open to what he’s doing while the other elements of the tracks pass me by. I’m certain I’ll find something incredible.

Put together, they’re easily one of the most unique and consistently astonishing bands ever. I say that with my full chest. I don’t know, I just really like them! Sorry for the rambling, I just wanted to get all of this out there. Bottom line, Death Grips Good.

[skzloversblogsposts]

CAPTIVATED BY ART [h.h.j][m] MDNI

Summary - falling in love with someone out of your league sounds like nonsense,some made up fairytale with some sort of perfect ending solely driven to feed the lonely into feeling less lonely well at least that’s what you thought

Warnings : smut / mentions of nudity /hyunjins a bit mean at the end

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You shouldn’t have bothered to help the strangely handsome man that wandered into the art supply store you were working at over the summer , you knew you shouldn’t have recommended books to help him paint or what sketch pads had the best paper or how to mix the perfect shades of colors to complement his drawings . You knew it all too well and that’s how you found yourself here perched on the chair of some run down barbecue spot watching him as he grilled some of the meat from the arrays of red set out infront of you .

It all started out harmlessly Hyunjin wandered into your store while you were covering your last shift of the evening . You barely paid attention to him but your interest peaked when you caught a glimpse of his face peering down with a look of concentration at the water color pallets that you sold , needless to say he looked angelic his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his lips turned into a pout as he scanned the the shelves . And like that it became a habit hyunjin would come in ,you’d stare at him ,check him out and then he’d leave with a smile on his face and a bunch of art supplies occasionally buying the things you recommend well that’s what it was until he casually burst into the store on a Thursday afternoon ranting about how he wanted to finish a piece of work but didn’t have anyone to help and “that’s where you come in “ . He looked desperate, so in needed so of course you agreed and that’s where you found yourself now . Rickety stool in some restaurant well hyunjin tells you his big plan .

“I’ve wanted to start painting a different subject matter “ he stated cautiously moving the meat along the grill “ I want to paint people .. but I can’t find any good models well maybe not good maybe willing..? “ he chuckled looking up at you before tearing his eyes away “ I just need someone to sit while I paint them “ you hummed in acknowledgment , “that’s where you come in “ “me?“ you questioned “yes you would be perfect for it “ he said smiling at you , you watched as his checks puffed up and his eyes closed , everything about him was perfect “im not sure I can-“ you began only for him to stop you and plead “please , I promise it won’t be long and you won’t even have to do anything -please just this once “ he raved starting to cause a scene alerting the attention of those around you , of course you agreed to meet him on Saturday at his place where he would paint you .

The butterflies in your tummy wouldn’t stop fluttering ..where they butterflies ? Or were they moths it’s been way too long - you couldn’t tell but either way the excitement and nervousness became prominent as you walked up to hyunjins apartment door - maybe you were overthinking it you sighed placing a fist on the door knocking . The door burst open reveling hyunjin clad in a white shirt with a bright smile on his face . He pulled you in for a hug the light smell of paint remover over his clothes mixed with the smell of laundry detergent filled your sense as he held you close . Hyunjin squeezed you before letting you go “ my roommates aren’t home “ he said when you looked puzzled at the shoes and many clothing items scattered around “oh ,I didn’t know you had roommates “ he chuckled “three of them to be exact “. “Three ?? Wow that’s quite a few “ hyunjin shot you a smile before releasing you into his room .

The sound of R&B driffted softly in the back , you entered his room being overtaken by the smell of vanilla . Hyunjin’s roommfelt homey there was a few plants in the corner along with an eisle and a bunch of paint proudly displayed against his art works “so ..” he began “ we should get started ..here “ he handed you something while looking around the room for his supplies “ huh - why are you handing me -“ “ a robe ?” He asked “ for you to put on - why else would I- ..” “ to put ON!? “ you questioned “ you didn’t tell me I’d have to put this - “ “ It wasn’t important at the time- anyways there’s no time go -go get changed “ he said ushering you into his bathroom to put the robe on .

You tried to distract yourself by looking at anything other than hyunjin while he tried to paint you . He stopped . Starred at the painting and then looked back at you “ do you think you could look less ..conservative..” “conservative -? “ “ well yea like move your legs a bit and loosen the robe “ you looked at him flushed before obeying his orders “no wait like this “ he walked up to you placing a hand on your thigh moving your legs further apart , hyunjin undid the belt of the robe draping the robe off your shoulder and exposing your sides “ this is ..” his eyes wandered over your body as his bit his lip taking in the site of you sprawled out in front of him leaving little to the imagination . Hyunjin returned to his post behind the painting , his hot gaze looking over at your body every now an then watching the way you squirmed every time he tricked his eyes over you .

After what felt like forever he finally spoke “take the robe off “ he stated “what-“ you looked at him shocked “you want me to do what-“ he looked up from his painting setting down the brush in his hand and slowly walking over to you “ take .it . Off . “ he said softly inching closer to your face with each word “it’s barley covering you .. I want to see you entirely . How else am I supposed to capture you in your true form “ his fingers grazed your jaw tilting your head upwards as he starred deep into your eyes “I promise it won’t take long “

He said leaning down hovering his lips over yours “you won’t fuss right .. you’ll listen I’m sure you will ..be a good girl hm? ..” he said pulling the rest of the robe off of your body . Hyunjin hummed in content staring down at your body , he closed his eyes exhaling deeply before placing a peck on your forehead “ be good ..for me and say just like this ..so pretty “ he breathed out spreading your thighs apart infront of him leaving you exposed . The cool air hit your core as hyunjin turned around to walk back to the painting . You’d stiffled a low moan at the sudden new found wet sensation building between your legs . He could see it , you knew he could . Hyunjin watched from a distance as your core grew wetter gleaming in the light . It looked delightful ,so soft ,so moist ..he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to control himself .

“Reach your hands down “ he said “ spread yourself out ..I wanna see how wet you are “ he spoke lowly his eyes never leaving the canvas .” I think we should stop-“ you began interjecting him”stop? You say this like it’s my fault ..I called you over to paint and you couldn’t help but turn into a bitch in heat, getting wet over nothing” he spat his eyes sharply staring into yours . You met his gaze your cheeks flushing at his words “I’m not going to ask you again ..spread yourself for me “ he said eyes returning to the canvas.

[wandabear]

Finders Keepers (but keeps it forever) - Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf F!Reader

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR 

CHAPTER FIVE

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Silence was present all the way back to home. Y/N kept her gaze lost, trying to remember something about the night before -a month ago- but nothing came to mind.

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Yelena was with her at all times, even when the crestfallen Y/N kept silent, coming home and seeing that everything stays the same, except that the dust was beginning to gather due to her absence.

Her apartment had always been a cozy place, quite quiet, but now it felt empty.

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The brunette looked around, feeling the absence of her beloved feline friend. “Where’s Artemis?” 

The absence of her adorable white cat caught her attention, whenever she entered he came purring and stroking her leg with a unique devotion. Home… looked empty and dusty, completely abandoned.

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“Natasha is taking care of him.” The blonde kept hands in her pockets, feeling a little guilty about it. “On the third day where you weren't answering my calls, we came to see you and he was here alone… So we took him, until you come back.”

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“I see.” She looked down. Dust on her feet; she abandoned her little friend. Artemis spent a month without her and she still couldn't even figure out why.  Images of her cat crying came to her mind, walking around the house alone, looking at the door waiting for her.

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Yelena noticed her friend's sadness and said quickly: “I can call her, I'll tell her to bring him later, if you want.”

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“No.” Y/N's voice faded sadly, realizing one of the most painful things in her life. “Tell Nat… to take good care of him, please.”

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That sounded even weirder to Yelena, but she didn't say anything. What was happening to Y/N?  What was so important that she left Artemis, the only thing that she always took care of with her own life since she found the little guy, abandoned on the side of the road.

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“What is it? tell me, do you need to talk about it?”

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Y/N heard Yelena's voice behind her, making her to turn around.

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“No, I’m okay.”

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Almost as if that answer disappointed her, Yelena nodded and pursed her lips.

Her heart sank deeply to see her best friend, that girl she known since elementary school, looked and acted like a completely different person.

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“Y/N, you're not okay.” Finally Yelena snapped, getting close enough to see what Y/N was hiding so much with a scarf.

A scar ran down part of her neck and her jaw.

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“What happened to you? Just tell me.”

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“What do you want me to say?” Said the brunette, completely exhausted and defeated. What could she even say to her? She didn't know what happened.

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“The truth.”

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“I don’t know it!” Y/N snapped, the brunette burst into tears. A desperate cry, scared, confused. Y/N began to walk around the apartment, trying to hold on to what little sanity she had left. “I don't know where I've been all this time!”

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Yelena's jaw dropped, scared and worried for her. She hesitated a moment, trying to get closer to Y/N but she just moved away. Y/N's breathing came faster, clearly seemed to be having an anxiety attack.

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“Y/N…” Yelena whispered taking her hand, trying to lead her to the couch so she could sit down but Y/N let go again, wasn't hard, she was even taller. They had always joked about how fun it was to see them together, the height difference had always been a constant joke between them.

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"I can't remember…" heavy breathing, Y/N tried to move from side to side looking for an answer, but it was impossible. “I know it but at the same time I DON'T! It's killing me inside.”

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The Russian finally managed to get her friend to sit down, took Y/N's hands to help her down the anxiety.

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“Y/N, easy, okay? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, медведь. I thought you left and…” Yelena cooed. Carefully, she hugged Y/N who snuggled her face against Yelena’s shoulder.  “Shh… I'll help you. Just… try to count from ten to one… That's it… Take a deep breath…”

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Silence reigned, only Y/N's soft sob could be heard while her friend stroked her hair. “I promise we'll find out what happened to you, sestra.”

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Slowly, the brunette's breathing calmed down. Y/N kept hugging the blonde one until she decided to walk away from her, feeling a little better.

She wiped away the tears and settled down next to Yelena, ready to speak.

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“There’s something you should know.” Y/N said fearfully, those teary eyes betraying, you could see the fear in them. The fear of being rejected, the fear of discovering a terrifying truth and being left alone in this cold world. “I can't remember the night I disappeared, but... when I woke up... I wasn't alone.”

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About some hours later, Y/N was still pacing back and forth but this time a little more thoughtfully. Accompanied by a large cup of tea, she cast her gaze out the window, completely losing herself at the midnight rain.

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The rattling keys managed to get her out of all those nightmares that flooded her mind. Y/N approached terrified, somewhat hopeful, but definitely curious to know what she expected so much.

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“So?...” she finally said, noticing how Yelena left her car keys on the table. Beside her, Natasha reached out to hug Y/N.

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“Yelena told me what happened.” The redhead placed a small kiss on her friend's forehead. “I promise you that soon we will know the truth.”

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“We went to that place you said... the cabin.” Natasha's younger sister sighed and looked up from her. Those eyes said it all, the confusion and seriousness in the blonde wasn’t something usual. “Natasha came with me.”

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“Did you saw the… bodies?” Y/N swallowed hard and sat down on the couch, but Yelena shook her head. Natasha walked over to sit too.

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“Y/N… the place was on fire when we got there. Firefighters were trying to put out the fire. Luckily we were able to get closer to sniff around…”

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“Thanks to you being a detective. Not because we're lucky.” Yelena joked, but even though she tried to liven up the moment, the three of them felt the tension around them.

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“The fire completely consumed everything.”

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But what they said made no sense. Or so Y/N told herself, uncertainty spreading like ivy on cold stone.

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“That can’t be true.” Y/N hesitated. “When I left…there was…the place was…”

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“Y/N.” Natasha's calm voice caught Y/N's attention, and for a moment, she feared that her they would treat her like a crazy person. Or had she really lost her mind? “We couldn't do anything, the fire spread and devoured everything."

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Fear ran down her spine, ending with a stab to the heart.

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“That can be true! I was there! I swear I'm not lying!” Y/N repeated, fidgeting again but Yelena stopped her:

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“We think someone did it, and I suspect that its the same person who kidnapped you.”

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“Hey, Y/N, we believe you.” Natasha added, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. Trying to make the brunette believe her, and really understand that she wasn't alone. At all.

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Almost as if it was a balm comforting a deep wound, hearing that they didn't think she was crazy made Y/N feel a little better in all that chaos. But also guilty.

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How could they support her if they didn't even know if Y/N had hurt those people? Now she will never know who those people were.

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“How do you know it wasn't me?” Looking down, Y/N simply felt like she was in a chaotic stormy ocean. Forever.

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Natasha sighed. “Was it you who set the cabin on fire?”

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“No...” Y/N answered, remembering the bodies in that place only caused a discomfort inside. Could still feel the scent of blood filling her nostrils.

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Natasha nodded slowly, seeing Y/N's concern and pain was genuine. She wasn't going to deny that for a moment, when Yelena told her what happened, she doubted but seeing the brunette like that… said it all. “Then someone else did.”

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“You're not alone in this, okay?” Yelena nodded and moved closer so she could rub her best friend's back, trying to show some support. “We will be with you. All the way.”

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And suddenly, those words made her heart beat again.

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“Thank you.” Y/N whimpered and then bit her lip, keeping from crying again. “Thank you for this... I really don't know... I don't know what I would do without you.”

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“Now the important thing is to investigate. I'll try to find anything in the police station, info about the place, incidents in the area or that night. The bad news is that it was the night of the fair and… well, everyone was busy with it.” Natasha made a face. “I'll go right now.” Natasha got up to be able to leave, but not before hugging Y/N again. “Don't go out alone and take care of yourself. Okay?”

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Y/N nodded and watched Natasha walk away from her, but not before saying to Yelena:

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“Don't tell anyone about this. Not even Kate. I'll call you when I know something.”

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But as the days passed and things remained the same. Natasha's investigations hadn’t advanced too much, the cabin was on forest preserve land. There was no body to identify, which left them completely confused. Was Y/N losing her mind? Was she being the victim of some narcotic strong enough to make her imagine all this?

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The brunette spent her days hiding from everyone, staying away from everyone she loved, especially Wanda.

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Wanda… The one who hadn't stopped sending texts toher. Who for a month worried about looking for her, calling her, sending texts every day wanting to get an answer from Y/N.

Until finally, tired of not getting an answer and realizing that she was ghosted, stopped texting and calling.

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Y/N unlocked her phone and searched through her messages for the Sokovian's name.

The last message had been a week ago, where Wanda had sent:

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‘I hope you’re okay… It's sad that it's ending this way. I thought this was different… that you were different, but I understand. I feel like a fool… anyway. You should have been honest with me. Take care, Y/N.’

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A sigh got away from her lips, and a sting deep in her heart. How could Wanda think that she left her? She was crazy about Wanda. She was totally and completely in love with Wanda Maximoff, come on, that made no sense at all.

But she couldn't blame the Sokovian for thinking it. Apparently, whoever was in the business of ruining her life that night and making her lose a whole month, had also been in the business of taking clothes from the apartment and leaving a note saying ‘I'll be gone for a while, I need space’.

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How come nobody noticed? Did no one really doubt that she wouldn't be able to leave them? It wasn't even her handwriting!

Her fingers danced on the screen of her phone, trying to write the most coherent message that her mind could form, but after three lines, she deleted it completely again, noticing that nothing she was going to write made sense.

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What if the best way to explain her situation was… just talk about it face to face? No. Nat said that she should stay away for a while until they were sure that nothing bad would happen, she couldn't risk leaving Wanda as an 'accomplice' or ‘partner’ in whatever that  happened.

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Y/N sighed deeply, closed her eyes, and just placed her phone on the table in front of her.

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The scent of steaming coffee filled her nostrils in an exquisite way. Lately her senses become surprisingly sharp, though she didn't notice it too much.

She took the coffee and drank some of the dark liquid, hoping it would bring some calm to the stormy ocean inside her.

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Y/N spent her days trying to find information about memory leaks, losing time and although many of them only led her to really crazy theories, others with an urgent appointment with a neurologist, others seemed to lead her straight to a dead end.

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Two hours passed since she arrived at that cafe, Natasha sent her some videos that she got from security cameras near Pine Barrens. The only thing she could do was watch two more hours of recordings, at night, in very poor quality.

But one of the recordings caught her eye.

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3:26 AM … the night she disappeared.

A Ranger truck had driven down the road at a speed she thought was faster than usual. Y/N stopped the recording and tried to zoom in on the plate when her phone rang.

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INCOMING CALL

UNKNOWN NUMBER.

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She frowned.

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“Okay, what the hell...” Y/N whispered looking at the screen.

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Hesitated for a moment whether to answer or not, seeing that there was no one around to hear. Should she do it? Natasha didn't say anything about calls.

Taking one last breath and some black liquid courage, she answered the call.

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“Hello?” Her voice sounded hesitant, but firm.

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“How do you feel?” a female voice was heard from the other side, an American accent or maybe she was faking it.

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“Who are you?” The brunette straightened up, trying to show herself fearless. For some reason, she felt that whoever was calling wasn’t far away.

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“Someone who wants to know how you feel today. Do you feel hungry? Do you feel hot? Fever? Do you feel... full of energy?”

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Y/N narrowed her eyes, confused. “Who are you and what the hell do you want?”

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Silence was heard from the other side.

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“You have something to do with me, right? You have something to do with my abduction.” Y/N looked around her again, this time a little paranoid perhaps. “The police don't know anything… but I swear they will know and I will find you, if you don't give me the answers I want right now.”

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“There’s no need for threats.” Said the mysterious woman, her voice showed how calm she felt. Y/N swore that she could hear the joyous song of a bird. “I'll see you at the Natchios Library at 45st … 30minutes. Section D, ask for volume #135.”

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And when she was about to think about telling Yelena, the stranger continued.

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“and Y/N…  Alone. Just you. No tricks.” She added and then ended the call, leaving Y/N even more confused than she was before. The brunette just took her laptop, finished drinking her latte and left the coffee shop as fast as she could.

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Took about thirty minutes to get there due to traffic, Y/N looked at the facade of this old but huge bookstore before entering. The smell of sandalwood reached her quickly, she could notice how the receptionist lit some incense to 'brighten' the place.

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“Hi… excuse me, I’m looking for section D…” Y/N leaned against the desk with a friendly smile.

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The girl answered with a smile, accepting Y/N's ID and then handing her a card that she would use to get into the library.

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“Umh… I was thinking… looking for volume # 135… ” Y/N kindly asked, and in the same way, the receptionist told her that she should go up through the door and continue to the second room.

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Nodding, Y/N followed the directions until they reached the second room.

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“She said volume #135...” The brunette whispered to herself as she searched through the huge shelves full of books.

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As she walked through the place, the lights dimmed and the volumes grew a little darker and a bit spooky.

Y/N arched her eyebrow when she caught a glimpse of the name of one of these.

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“Mythic beings: spirit art of the Northwest coast.”

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“What the fuck is this? Yeah, I should have told Yelena to come with me.” Grunted under her breath, definitely the environment was quite peculiar and she didn't feel comfortable with it at all. She finally found the book the woman asked, carefully removing it from its dusty home.

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“Unfathomable and mystic beings; the doctrine of spirits, angels, beasts and demons from the Middle ages until the present time.”

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Y/N just frowned, at that very moment her phone rang when she received a text from the same unknown number.

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«Sit down and read a little, don't be shy.» Received.

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That message made Y/N stir a little uncomfortably, someone was definitely watching her and she didn't like it. Again, she cursed herself for not bringing Yelena with her.

Y/N Took a seat at one of the lonely tables, her face was illuminated by a warm and soft light. She opened the book but regretted doing so. The pages, one darker than the other, contained information she would never have imagined reading in a book. Although most of the words were in Latin, the images were quite creepy.

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“Is it a good read?” a female voice asked, one that Y/N quickly recognized and forced her to look up. In front of her sat a girl in her thirties, wavy dark hair that contrasted with her pale skin. Lips were pink and a bit full, light brown eyes and a sweet-scented perfume.

It wasn't what she expected, but nothing surprised her anymore.

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“A little creepy if you ask me...” Y/N swallowed hard and closed that book,  watching and analyzing that woman.

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“I’m Julia. You can call me Jules.” She introduced herself by holding out her hand, but Y/N just looked at her doubtfully, as if she was afraid that something bad was going to happen to her just by touching her skin.

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“Y/N.” There was no need to shake her hand, she told herself.

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“Okay, mucho mistrust, I see.” Jules widened her eyes and teased, taking her hand away.

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“So… you're the woman on the phone. What do you want?” She tried to look ready to defend herself if necessary.

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“To know you.” Jules crossed her arms and leaned on the table. “Know how you’re feeling lately.”

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“Why do you care? Have you been watching me, you creep?” Y/N narrowed her eyes. “What happened to me that night? What did you do to me?”

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“I didn't do anything to you.” Jules hissed and glared at her.

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“So tell me what the hell do you know, why am I here?” That sounded like a request and not so much like a demand.

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Jules sighed. “Something like that, it's... more complicated than you think.”

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“It was you, who held me back all this time.” Finally, Y/N dared to be honest with her, to look into her eyes and seek the truth.

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“Oh no, stop right there.” Jules wrinkled her nose and took that book, without further ado, beginning to look for one page among many. “I didn't kidnap you, I was the one who saved your ass.”

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Those words confused Y/N even more, if that was possible. In a way, knowing that Jules hadn't been the one to hurt her made Y/N feel slightly better, but not much. “What are you talking about?”

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Jules kept flipping pages over and over until she found the right one. She looked up to see Y/N's.

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“That night, the night I found you in the woods, was one of the strangest nights of my life. And let me tell you, I have seen some really weird shit in the woods. But the important question is: are you sure you want to know?”

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Y/N swallowed hard. “Please, tell me.”

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“As I told you, my name is Jules and I found you. I am a ranger… a New York State Forest ranger.” Jules sighed and leaned in to continue whispering. “I worked in that area for five years. The night the fair was held, the fireworks scared so many wild animals that lived in the area. The organizers of the fair didn’t have the permission to hold the event in that place… Well, the ideal answer would be that they should not. But they did it anyway, with money.”

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Y/N didn't say anything, just listened carefully. What did that have to do with her disappearance?

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“We have a pretty precarious surveillance system, as you can imagine. Some camera traps, to analyze the wildlife of the animals.”  Jules licked her lips, before continuing. And for some strange reason, Y/N could smell the smell of fresh coffee on these.

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“That night, one of the silent alarms in my area went off. I was in my cabin when I heard the fireworks. Hours later, the howls of one or more wolves were heard in close proximity, which seemed quite strange to me.” She seemed quite sincere, Y/N noticed that she also seemed a bit nervous. “We're in the Pine Barrens, not the fucking Rocky Mountains. The weirdest thing I came across was a group of satanists, and that was scary!” Jules joked.

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“So I took what I needed, a shotgun with tranquilizers, I took my truck and drove two miles until I reached one of the nearby clearings. And what I found in that clearing, under the full moon... was a wolf, devouring the neck of a girl who seemed to resist with all her might.”

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A look of terror was reflected in Y/N's eyes, Jules's words sent a shiver down the spine. As if the memory of her remained inside, in her body, in her scars.

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“I shot to the sky to scare off the wolf, I got out of the jeep...” The lost look and the way Jules  was saying it, Y/N knew she hadn't hurt her. Appearances could also deceive her. “The wolf ran away I took your body, put it in my truck and took you to my cabin.”

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“But that was the same night you found me.” Y/N frowned. “How come I disappeared for almost a whole month? Leaving behind my family, my friends, my life…”

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“I'm not done yet… Since that night, you were very close to dying. The wolf ripped your throat out.” Jules remembered that scene so disturbing and painful. “I healed you day by day, I closed your wounds the best I could, and I was grateful that you healed much faster than normal. But I still couldn't let you wake up, you just did it to eat something and fell unconscious again from the pain.” Jules sighed. “It was as if something inside you fought not to do it.”

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Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing, what was all that bullshit? And although she didn't want to believe it, she wanted to think that they were completely meaningless vile lies, Y/N shifted in the seat because in some way…deep inside, she knew that this stranger was right.

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“Why didn't you call the police? Or an ambulance?”

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In those moments, Jules looked down with some sadness and Y/N knew that there was more, something that this girl wasn’t saying.

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“Because the best thing I could do for you…was to help you myself or put a silver bullet in your head.”

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Those words, as sincere as they are painful. So straight that it made Y/N swallow hard, that sounded too harsh and a little… startling.

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“A… s-silver bullet?” she hesitated.

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Jules narrowed her eyes somewhat surprised and also suspicious, was the brunette so closed to accepting the terrifying truth? She leaned in to stare at Y/N. “You really can't feel it, Y/N?”

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Jules's gaze, so penetrating, seeking the truth on those lips. Y/N felt somewhat uncomfortable, something in her was refusing to believe and accept that reality.

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“Every time the sun goes down, something in you wakes up.” Jules began, almost like a sigh. “Lately you feel more agile, better mood, you wake up with more energy. But you also need more adrenaline.” She added in a somewhat playful way: “And of course you feel hungrier than usual. Much more than normal, and I don't just mean food.”

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“How do you know that?” Y/N could have sworn that for sure, she would look pale as milk. How did she know that?

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Day by day, she felt a huge improvement in her metabolism and her mood. She felt agility, but an enormous hunger. And maybe a little more horny.

And as if Jules knew that she would respond that way, the girl took that book and turned it on the table so that Y/N could see it. She could read the same stuff on that page, and what Y/N saw made her blood run cold. Those images… nothing made sense.

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“The shot I scared the wolf off with... was a silver bullet. It's something that... we always have to carry. Dont ask me why, they just make us do it.” Jules pointed out one of the most accurate drawings in that book, where they perfectly portrayed a man and next to him, a wolf. Lunar cycles, some Latin phrases that Y/N couldn't understand. “You're hungry, you feel a little more… excited than usual. Especially when the days go by and the full moon arrives… Those days you will feel like a goddess.”

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She pursed her lips,  That didn't sound so bad, did it? Y/N could see some compassion in her.

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“Until the wolf takes control.” Jules finished, causing a shiver in the brunette.

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Of course Y/N wasn't going to show fear or any kind of negative emotion, the first thing her body and her mind could do was let out an ironic snort.

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“Werewolves don't exist.” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She wasn’t going to accept such completely incoherent nonsense.

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“We are what we are, Y/N.” Jules looked down at her and for the first time, Y/N felt that she was being honest.

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“We…?” The brunette swallowed hard. “You too?” Y/N cleared her throat. “I mean, I'm not saying I believe this because... it sounds like a big pile of shit, wasting my time so I don't go to the police station and file a complaint for kidnapping and drugging me for a month.”

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Silence reigned for a moment until the stranger spoke again.

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“Unlike you… mine was… unavoidable.” As she told that she looked a bit nervous. Perhaps the best way to tell her the truth was… to lie to her. Possibly the only time Y/N didn't suspect she was keeping something from her. “I was born this way. But my dad taught me how to survive in a harsh environment like the one around us, and now you have to do it this time.”

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“Do what?”

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Shaking her head, completely exhausted from how close-minded Y/N was being, Jules pushed the book away and pointed to the page for her to see.

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“Check it out. Read what you will become, the damage you will cause to everyone you love if you decide to stay. If you decide not to listen to me.” She tapped the page with her finger. “Read it.”

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Werewolves: The Legend of Lycanthropy ㅤㅤㅤ

“…werewolves are, according to some legends, people who morph into vicious, powerful wolves. Boodthirsty beasts who cannot control their lust for killing people… It’s unclear exactly when and where the werewolf legend originated… Many so-called werewolves from centuries ago were in fact serial killers…

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“Okay, I have to stop here. This is crazy and you are out of your fucking mind.”

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"Y/N, keep reading damn it!"

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“…Though the full moon was originally only one of many possible causes of lycanthropy, it was the one that stuck in the public's mind. Today, many people still associate the moon with werewolves and madness. Centuries later other methods were said to create werewolves, including ‘being cursed, or by being conceived under a new moon, or the best known was being bitten by one of these. A cursed and infectious bite.”

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Y/N swallowed hard, feeling heat in her scars.

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“ It was also widely believed that werewolves could dress in a special, protective wolf skin, though they had to remove it at daybreak and hide it. As a human being. The signs of infection are not clear and specific, many report having felt an enormous hunger… Stronger beating hearts and an agility worthy of a nocturnal beast. The curse always ends with blood, and it is always is not from the wolf...”

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Y/N stopped quickly, feeling enormous anger and deep fear at the same time, shook her head and shoved the book at Jules. She would never accept that. She would never hurt those she loves.

She would protect Yelena, Kate, Wanda with her life...

Her beloved Wand.

She would give her life for Wanda.

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All this was wrong, everything was a product of the imagination of that unknown woman who had come to ruin her life. What kind of creepy fantasy was that?

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“I'm not a werewolf.” The firmness in her voice made Jules sigh, what a stubborn one.  “I am a girl who has been kidnapped, drugged and you’re completely crazy. You need to go to a psychiatric hospital, stay there for a long time because you’re not okay at all!”

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The last words were stronger than expected and it could be seen in Jules’ discomfort.

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“First, ouch, that's not right. You can't say that to someone, no one gives you the right to call me crazy and send me to a mental hospital like you're the fucking Freud, Y/N. That’s not right.” Jules scolded her but a bit annoyed too. Those words had gone deeper than Y/N thought. “And second... Werewolves are much more common animals than you might think, Y/N.” Without further ado, she took a small object from her pocket, took Y/N's hand, dropped it on it as if it were a small gift.

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Y/N's eyes widened as that metal touched her skin. The pain, deep and stabbing, the brunette hissed in pain and tried to move away from her, but Jules forced her to close her fist, squeezing the little metal tightly.

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A silver bullet.

Painful and deadly.

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“Sure, of course! Everything will be fine until you have werewolf morning. Waking up like it's a vodka hangoverm but it's going to be blood on your fucking walls!” Jules hissed in annoyance, angry, the helplessness and pain of just imagining it made her blood run cold. And although her heart sank at the sight of Y/N's teary eyes from pain and surprise, the pain and terror in Y/N's eyes said it all, but she had to understand. If it wasn't for the good... it would be for the bad.

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“…And you will pray to god, to every god, that blood was yours. Like the one in that cabin.”

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Those last words, spoken like a whisper to the wind, Jules let go of Y/N's hand and watched as Y/N dropped the bullet in desperation.

Jules closed the book hard enough that he released a small cloud of dust.

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“Now you’re cursed, you must deal with it, Y/N.”

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Y/N looked down at her to see her palm, as damaged as if she'd dropped a hot poker on it. Red, burned, and sore skin.

That hurt, but the reality to which she now had to get used to hurt more.

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“Now choose, 'cause it's time to go.” The woman with prominent lips got up from her seat and with the book in her arms, she took a few steps back, waiting for Y/N to do the same. “The people in that cabin were hunters, and we didn't kill them. Someone else did...  I had to set it on fire or more would come for us.”

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But Y/N didn't, she just stood still watching her hand still.

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“ ...Where?” Y/N said barely, with a small voice. When she looked up, Jules could see the confusion and fear. As if she were a child abandoned to her fate, without a home, losing everything. “Where we will go?”

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“There's a lot you need to know, a lot you need to learn... and this is not a good place to do it. New York is not for people like us.” Jules winced and started to walk towards the door but she stopped to see Y/N who hadn't moved.

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“What am I going to do now?” her voice cracked, her world was falling apart. Confusion, feeling terrified, curious and alone. All the feelings drowning her deep.

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Somewhat sadly, Jules just decided to be honest. “You can only move forward... and protect the ones you love.”

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But time passed and everything seemed to be just… punishment. That's what it was, her life was destined to carry an eternal punishment.

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Lycanthropy, a curse she had to bear since the gods decided her fate. She was doomed to never see the moon the same way again, to leave everything and everyone she loved. Because every time the full moon rose this Earth, Y/N  would turn into a horrible, thirsty monster. And every time that happened, every time her bones broke one by one, every time her cells destroyed and regenerated into a vicious animal, she would begin to hate her. That beautiful moon. Completely forgetting that last night where she could see her with Wanda, holding hands, snuggled together.

The pain, the exhaustion, the hopelessness. She would hate every Full Moon, to the point that she now would forget how much she ever loved it.

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Tired eyes, lonely eyes.

ㅤㅤㅤ Feeling like an infection that would spread across the Earth, a legend no one would remember.

Jules become a great ally in all that chaos. At least they had each other, tried to learn about themselves. They became great friends and it was something that she lacked. Friends.

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Since that day where she met Jules, Y/N stopped answering Yelena's texts and calls, convincing herself that the best thing of all was to get away from her and everyone, taking care of them that way.

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But there are several ways to kill those you love.

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A sigh escaped from her lips as she watched that scene that tore at her heart apart.

Sitting in front of that cafe, Wanda used to go every afternoon to drink a delicious cappuccino, write for her column or just chat with Natasha or Monica Rambeau.

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From across the street, Y/N watched her beloved Wanda and adjusted her black New York Knicks cap, trying to not be recognized.

The Sokovian looked so beautiful, that brown silky hair, styled in the most adorable way.

Did she still smell of raspberry and hazelnut? She missed it so much.

So much so that she ached deep within her soul, a scar that she would never fully heal.

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Why? Everything was going perfectly. They started dating, her love was growing exponentially... Why did life put such a painful obstacle in her way?

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The sound of a chair moving next to her let her know she wasn't alone.

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“It's her?” Jules voice made Y/N look down, a bit guilty. She hadn't told Jules that she was coming to say goodbye to Wanda. She didn't want to be scolded for that, she just wanted to suffer alone.

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“Wanda?” Jules asked curiously again, seeing how the adorable green-eyed girl smiled at what Natasha said. She looked gorgeous, she was wearing a nice light blue shirt. Her hair was slightly shorter and light brown, so adorable. Now she understood why Y/N was so crazy about her. “She’s really beautiful.”

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“She's more than beautiful... she’s my everything.” Y/N smiled wistfully and decided to hide the pain on her face by drinking some coffee.

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“Sorry, Y/N.” Jules whispered noticing the sadness in her face. Since she met Y/N, the brunette always spoke of Wanda with a unique devotion, so much love for that girl. “She looks like an amazing girl, everything you told me about her proves it.”

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“She is… It's okay.” Y/N licked her lips. “I would do anything to keep her safe.”

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“She will be. I know you want the best for her.” Jules put a hand on Y/N's shoulder, trying to support her.

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Even more when suddenly, a tall and somewhat handsome boy approached Wanda to talk to her. She smiled and blushed, they seemed to know each other, especially when he handed her a bouquet of flowers. He was wearing glasses, that blonde hair combed perfectly, blue eyes like precious diamonds. Looking like an honorable man… everything unlike her.

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Natasha decided to go, leaving them alone.

In the silence, you could hear Y/N's heart break completely.

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“He doesn't know that she loves daisies, doesn't like carnations very much…” An open wound that throbbed and bled deep inside.  “But he seems nice, his name is Jarvis. Some people call him 'Vis', don't ask me why.” Y/N swallowed hard, hoping the pain in her chest would pass soon but it was impossible. “Apparently she met him two weeks ago... he approached at a party that Monica dragged her to.”

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“Mmh.”  Jules just pursed her lips, sadly. Surely that would be devastating for Y/N. “She doesn't look that happy though. There’s no sparkle in her eyes like in the picture you have on your phone screen.”

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Y/N smiled sadly, at least Jules was trying to make her feel better as she could.  “You can't see her eyes from here, dummy.”

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“Yeah but I'm not blind either, I can see it from here, wolf eyes, you know?...” Jules smiled too, they both got up and left some money for the waitress.  “Are you sure you don't want to say goodbye to her?”

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Y/N hesitated but decided to shake her head.

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“It's better this way, you were right.”  Taking a deep breath, she looked at Wanda once more with a wistful gaze.  “I think if I got close to her, I wouldn't be able to let her go anymore.”

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Leaving her heart behind, the brunette began to walk through that coffee shop to finally leave. The day was cloudy, some drops began to fall making people to rush and seek shelter from the rain.

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“I'm sorry you have to make such a horrible sacrifice, Y/N/N” Jules whispered.

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“It's like what you've had to do, right? With your dad and stuff…” Y/N put her hands in her pockets, walking beside Jules.

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Jules was quiet, she couldn't answer that. She couldn't lie to her when Y/N was being honest and sharing something painful with her. Maybe when she met her it was easy but now... Y/N was her friend. She deserved the truth.

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“What's going on?” the dark-haired girl asked frowning at her, noticing that Jules looked guilty. As if she was hiding a secret.

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“Wait…” Y/N finally caught on. She never thought about it, ever since they met, Y/N  trusted her enough. “You said that you… you were born that way, your dad knew what you are, and that he had helped you and… That doesn't make sense.”

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Y/N looked at her still confused and hurt, waiting for an explanation, but continued a bit more: “That doesn't make sense, Jules, because that night where you found me… it was a full moon. It means that…”

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The brunette swallowed hard, noticing how Jules eyes filled with tears, but she avoided showing it, fixing her gaze on something else.

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“You lied to me… you were the wolf.” Y/N whispered, clenching her jaw. The fear turned into a colossal anger, an anger that was not going to be possible to endure and pretend. The silence between them was broken by car horns and laughter from a group of people near them.

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“No.” Jules finally said with her hoarse voice, breaking the silence and her heart. “Yes, I did lie to you... But not about that.”

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Y/N didn't say anything, just waited for the girl to continue. Jules cleared her throat taking courage and turned so she could meet Y/N’s eyes.

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“I was there doing my job, because I was a human and always have been… human.” The girl inhaled deeply. “I found you dying in the woods, I shot the wolf and it ran away. But when I carried you in my arms, injured, you woke up in a very… you seemed scared, as if you were defending yourself from something, so… you bit me.”

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Y/N's eyes widened. She didn't expect that, not at all. “Me?”

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“You bit me, you infected me, yes.” Finally the truth came out and it was not what Y/N expected. The rain began to fall, small drops dying against them. Jules started walking, trying to avoid a not very pleasant scene.  “And I was very upset with you for weeks, trust me, it wasn't easy... until I decided to look for you so you could know the truth, and be safe. That wolf is still outside, it wasn't your fault neither mine.”

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“I’m sorry.” Y/N took her arm for a moment to stop her, both decided to take shelter for a moment under the roof of a store.  “I would never hurt, I'm really sorry. I don't remember everything that happened that night, but I really… I didn't mean to hurt you.”

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Jules just nodded. What else could she do or say? It wasn't Y/N's fault.

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“I’m sorry.”  Y/N repeated.

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“I know.” Jules whispered feeling better for having told her the truth. “And now, we're in this together."

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Y/N nodded.  “What are we going to do now?”

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The rain kept falling and lightning lit up the sky of that cloudy city.

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“Well… My cabin is on fire and with it my job. We don't know who did it, so…” Jules sighed and took her backpack, adjusting it on her back. She began to walk again, trying to accept the rain rather than flee from it. Y/N hesitated for a moment to do so but finally, she walked next to her.  “How about Wyoming? Yellowstone is beautiful this time of year.”

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Y/N shrugged. “I guess it'll do for blending in... There aren't any werewolves on the beach, right?” Y/N teased and to her surprise, Jules smiled too.

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“Only when we have vacations. And maybe on Halloween. Contrary to what everyone believes, we monsters rest on Halloween.”

They both left that place behind, not knowing that someone saw them. Wanda felt like her heart was ripped out with just one blow.

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Hide and Seek (w/ Trey Clover)

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Summary: An innocent game of hide-and-seek ends up with you trapped in Trey's closet, accidentally bearing witness to how the Heartslabyul Vice Housewarden blows off steam during the little free time he has in his chaotic academic life. Contains: masturbation, accidental voyeurism, mutual pining, closet sex Story Length: 7,952 words

You’re not quite sure how you always end up in these awkward and weird situations, but such was your new life here at Night Raven.

It started when Ace and Deuce invited you over yet again after class. Frankly you spent more time at Heartslabyul than your own dorm, not that there was ever really anything for you to do over at Ramshackle aside from hang out with the ghosts. You, Grim, and the two boys sat on the floor in Ace and Deuce’s room playing cards like the four of you usually did after class while you talked about the day’s events.

Ace dropped his head down, tossing his cards to the ground, “Man, I can’t focus on playing cards with that test Trein gave us today… If I failed, Riddle is gonna have my head man…” He grabbed his hair, throwing himself back as he lamented, “I need my head, man!”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Well, did you study?”

Grim growled, “The three of us studied all last night while you were off who knows where!” The cat-like creature chuckled, puffing his chest out with pride, “Don’t worry, with my help, I’m sure the three of us passed!”

You looked over at Ace, a serious look in your eyes, “Yeah, you’re screwed…”

Deuce picked up the cards on the ground, “Where were you last night, anyways?”

“I was at the study session.” The three just stared at you. “At the library.” You laughed at their blank faces. “Where Trein said he was going to be handing out last minute study guides for the test.”

Your three companions all looked at you in horror, Deuce’s mouth dropped, “You’re kidding! When did he say that!?”

You crossed your arms, leaning back against the frame of Deuce’s bed, “Last week, dude. He said that he understood that everyone was feeling pretty stressed about the exam, and that he was tired of receiving complaints from overworked students. So he offered this last minute opportunity to review the material for the exam.” You looked over their clueless faces, “You guys were asleep when he said that, weren’t you?”

“Ughhh!” Ace lamented, “How am I supposed to pay attention to important stuff like that when he makes everything sound so boring!”

Grim pouted, “This totally ruined my evening! Why didn’t you bring us!?”

Deuce scrutinized you, “Yeah, weird of you to not at least bring Grim…”

“Oh…” You scratched your neck, unsure of what you should say to them, “I was invited to go by another group in the class… Felt like it would be rude to invite other people to study with us…”

To tell the truth, you didn’t want them there with you. Trein had asked some Juniors to stick around in the library and help the freshman with the study packets. And among those Juniors… Was Trey Clover.

A few days prior, while you were getting a snack from the Heartslabyul kitchen, Trey had told you that he was going to be there, and that you should stop by and ask him for help before the exam. He also whipped you up some quick pancakes for you to snack on before dinner. Trey baked treats for everyone, of course, but the way he always offered to cook you something when you were over made you feel special. You never mentioned it to your companions, but you had a huge crush on their green haired Vice Housewarden. The way he always stuck around and chatted with you while you were at the dorm made you feel giddy, like a little girl who secretly craved the attention her best friend’s mature older brother.

You knew that your companions were going to forget about the study session, so you just ‘forgot’ to remind them… Sure, you felt bad about intentionally sabotaging their chances to do well on the exam, but you desperately wanted to spend some time alone with Trey. He was an upperclassman, and busy all the time keeping Riddle from blowing up again, so you hardly ever got to spend time with him.

When the study session began, you had to share him with several of your classmates as they all had questions they needed answered on their study packets, but as the night went on it ended up just being you and Trey, alone in the library and talking about life until the librarian kicked you out. He even offered to walk you back to your dorm, but for some dumb reason you got all flustered and declined the offer. All you could think about the whole day was how you wished you could have just let him be a gentleman, but your stupid pride got the better of you. You fantasized about what could have happened if you managed to get him alone in your dorm…

Ace let out a deep sigh, “Well now I’m even more bummed.” He rested his head in his hands, “Let’s do something fun to help me forget about all this…”

Deuce thought for a moment, “We could hike up to the old mine? That’s what mischievous kids do when they’re bored, right? Hike over to haunted places?”

You and Grim looked each other in the eyes and rolled them, “We get enough ‘haunted places’  at our dorm…”

Ace groaned, “Besides, I exercise enough at my club. I don’t want to do more of it during my free time.”

Deuce shrugged, “Then what do you want to do?”

“Hmmmm…” The fluffy haired ginger boy considered it for a moment, eventually he started giggling slightly, “Y’all wanna play hide and seek?”

Deuce frowned at him, “What are you, five?”

Ace pushed on his roommate’s arm, “Come on! This dorm is massive! Lots of fun places to hide! It’ll be fun!”

You scoffed, “If Riddle doesn’t find out, that is.”

Ace laughed, “That’ll be the added fun of it!” He winked, “Gotta hide reaaal well!”

“Besides,” Deuce added with a shrug. “Riddle’s at a housewarden meeting tonight, he won’t be back for a while, so I’m sure we can goof off for a few hours.”

Grim jumped up, raising his paws in the air, “I’m sold! I’m great at hide and seek!”

Ace cocked his head at him, “Because you’re so freaking small, dude.”

The furball snickered into his paw, “My size does give me an advantage, but it’s my quick wit and massive intellect that really makes me a hide and seek champion!”

Deuce smirked, “Well that settles it then. You count first.”

Grim’s face twisted with dismay, “Awww why me!”

Ace elbowed the furry weasel, “You said it yourself, you have an advantage, plus you gotta prove how amazing you are with that ‘big intellect’ of yours! Unless all that ‘hide and seek champion’ bullshit was just talk…”

Grim aggressively pointed into Ace’s chest, “I’ll show you! I’m the best there is! No matter where you hide, I’ll find you!”

Deuce and Ace looked at each other with satisfied smiles, Deuce started standing up, “Excellent. Now we’re gonna go hide, you count to 300.”

Grim’s eyes widened, “300?! That’s way too big of a number!”

You stood up as well, “I mean, it’s a big dorm, gonna take a while to find a good hiding spot…”

Ace grinned mischievously as he, too, got up, “Unless that’s too hard for you? You do know how to count that high, right?”

Grim grumbled to himself, “Of course I can count that high! Whatever, doesn’t matter how much time you guys have to hide, I’ll find you in no time flat!” He covered his eyes and began counting loudly, “1! 2! 3…!”

The three of you scrambled out of the room, rushing through the hallway outside in search of a good spot. Deuce looked to you and Ace, “Let’s split up.”

Ace was already rushing to the stairs, quietly yelling back at you, “I call bottom floor!”

Deuce turned to you, you shrugged, “Guess I’ll go upstairs then.” The blue haired man nodded as you parted ways. You quietly rushed up the winding staircase to the 3rd floor, passing by other random students who gave you a peculiar look as you searched the hallway for a good spot.

You searched for a hidden nook or unassuming closet that you could sneak into, but for the most part this floor was full of dorm rooms. You could hear Grim shout from the floor below, “Ready or not! Here comes the great and powerful Grim!” He must have skipped a few numbers…

‘Shit…’ You thought to yourself as you looked desperately for an empty room to go into. Your pride was on the line, so you pushed open a door next to you and saw that the inside of it was dark and empty, so you rushed in, quickly and quietly closing the door behind you. You couldn’t see much in the room, you knew it was a random person’s dorm, but at this point you decided to stick with it. You didn’t want to give Grim the satisfaction of finding you so quickly.

You could hear Grim’s voice down the hallway outside, he seemed to be approaching the area. “Come out come out wherever you aaaare!” He chanted.

You could hear him peeking into various rooms he passed, getting yelled at by students he intruded upon. You looked around the dorm room, focusing in on a slatted closet built into the wall at the far side of the room. You tip-toed over to it and crouched down inside, closing the doors behind you and peeking through the slats. With bated breath, you stared at the front door of the dark room, hoping that it would stay closed as you heard Grim’s voice taunting out in the hall.

“Jeez… This floor is only bedrooms…” Grim lamented as he peeked into the room across the hall, getting yelled at by yet another Heartslabyul student. “Let’s see if they’re on the main floor…” Grim grumbled, walking right past the room you were in. You sighed with relief. If he was going downstairs to search, that meant you had time to switch hiding spots before the owner of the room came in and found you.

The sound of footsteps approaching the dorm gave you pause before you could leave. ‘Shit… Is Grim coming back to check this room?’ You slunk back into the closet as the door opened up, finding yourself sitting on a couple pairs of large sneakers. You glanced down at the shoes, shifting yourself off of them. The faint light that peered in from the hallway outside the room illuminated the sneakers a bit so you could see them better, you squinted at the familiar looking items. ‘Wait… Those are…’

The lights in the room flickered on, the person entering tossed their bag onto the bed and closed the door behind him, yawning as he stretched both his arms across his chest. You peeked through the slats of the closet door in horror as you realized who this dorm room belonged to.

Trey tugged his tie off and tossed it along with his uniform jacket onto the foot of his bed, sliding his shoes off as he walked over to his desk, undoing the first few buttons on his shirt. He sat down in his chair, leaning back in it as he pulled his phone from his pocket, muttering quietly to himself. “Let’s see…” He spoke softly, doing some math in his head, “Riddle’s at his meeting, so I have at least an hour till he’s done with that… Probably an hour and a half till he gets back…” He tapped at his desk, thinking for a moment.

You knelt in the closet, covering your mouth to keep from being heard as your panicked breathing had suddenly become more erratic. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ You prayed that he was going to leave any second to meet up with Riddle or bake something or at least use the restroom so you could make a break for it. How on earth were you going to explain why you were hiding in his closet? You had the idea of texting your friends to come up and find a way to distract him so you could escape, but as you pulled your phone from the pocket of your skirt, you realized the battery was dead. ‘Fuck!’ You rubbed your forehead. You always forgot to charge your phone when you were over hanging out with Deuce and Trey.

Grim’s voice could be heard from the floor below, Trey glanced over at his front door, smirking a bit. “If he’s here… She must be here, too…” His cheeks blushed slightly as he slumped back in his chair, biting his lip as he began unbuttoning his vest. He leaned up and shucked his vest off of him, letting it drop to the floor as he opened up his laptop on the desk. “I’ll go out and say hi after I’m done…”

‘He sure does talk to himself a lot…’ You watched him, your whole body shaking with anxiety. You were grateful he wasn’t going into his closet, but how long was that going to last?

Trey typed away at his computer, clicking at something on the screen which had been angled out of your view. He sat back in his chair staring at whatever he was looking at on his laptop. Trey leaned his head back, rubbing his thighs and gripping them slightly as he let out a soft, quiet moan. He rubbed up his stomach to his chest, biting his lip and staring at the screen as he began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, letting it hang loosely from him as he moved down to his pants.

You stared at him in shock, ‘What the hell is he doing?’ You couldn’t look away, and frankly, you didn’t want to.

Trey palmed his groin, massaging the outline of his growing bulge. He did this for a while, staring at his computer screen with increasingly labored breaths before finally unzipping his pants, reaching in and stroking at his erection hidden inside of his fitted black underwear. He slid down in the chair, leaning his head against the wooden headrest as he finally withdrew his cock from inside his pants, shutting his eyes tight and sucking on his lower lip as he resumed jacking off his thick erection.

‘Holy shit.’ You couldn’t help but lean in to get a better look through the wooden panels of the closet. You felt your underwear becoming wet as you watched him, feeling bad for spying on him in such a private moment, but at the same time the heat inside you grew and you were thrilled to have been able to see this.

Trey leaned over and grabbed a bottle of lotion hidden behind some books on his desk, in doing so, he tilted the computer screen your way. You were nervous to see exactly what kind of porn the 18 year old had been watching, but when you finally got a glimpse at the screen, your heart stopped.

He was looking at pictures of you.

Your Magicam page was opened up on his laptop, the images he had been watching so intently as he rubbed himself off, were of you.

Your heart pounded in your chest and the heat in your lower stomach grew like a fire as you watched him squirt some lotion into his hand and onto the tip of his dick, setting the bottle aside as he continued rubbing his now glistening member. Trey threw his head back as the pleasure increased, he moaned your name breathlessly as he thrust his hips upward into his lubricated hand, “Oh fuck… (Y/N)… You feel so good…”

Your arousal was becoming too much to bear as you watched Trey, you felt like you might lose it if you didn’t feel any friction in between your legs soon. So you threw your better judgement out the window and reached down between your legs, pushing your hand into your skirt and inside your underwear, sliding your fingers in between your wet folds. You covered your mouth with your other hand to keep from moaning, biting your lip as you rubbed yourself at the sight of Trey furiously stroking his cock.

He raised a leg up to rest on the desk, knocking some books to the ground as he bucked his hips upward, panting and gripping onto his thigh with his free hand. “Oh god… (Y/N), please… Fuck, I need you so badly… Ah!” His toned stomach and chest flexed as he thrust into his hand, you could fully see the definition of his abs and pecs, the veins in his neck and arm bulging slightly as he rubbed himself faster.

‘I’m right here, Trey…’ You thrust your fingers into your cunt, staring at his cock and imagining that it was him inside of you right now. ‘You can have me Trey senpai… Fuck, I want you, too…’ The hand covering your mouth slid down to grip your breasts, squeezing them as you thrust your fingers rapidly into yourself, struggling to control your breathing. ‘Fuck me, Trey… Oh god I need you inside of me.’ You held back the urge to whine out as you quickly approached orgasm.

Trey seemed to be in a similar situation as he moaned loudly, raising his hips up as he rapidly and wildly stroked himself. His lips were parted and his eyes rolling around to stare at the computer screen feverishly as he grunted, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, (Y/N)…” He leaned his head back, his breathing rough and labored, “Let me cum inside you… Oh god, I want to cum inside you…”

You watched in a state of euphoria as long, thick strands of cum shot from his cock, which he quickly aimed upward to get most of the ejaculation on his chest, moaning and grunting as he thrust his hips up into his hand a few more times to milk out the last of his cum.

The sight of him covered in his own semen after masturbating to the thought of you instantly sent you over the edge. You covered your mouth and desperately held back your own moaning as your stomach tightened and your cunt started to pulsate, juices dripping into your underwear as you rapidly clenched and unclenched around your own fingers.

You were still riding out your own orgasm when there was a sudden knock at Trey’s door. Trey opened his eyes and looked up towards the ceiling as he traced his fingers through the warm cum covering his stomach. He sighed and called out, “Who is it?” The green haired boy leaned forward and grabbed a handkerchief from one of his desk drawers, wiping up the mess on his abdomen.

You could hear Ace’s voice from out in the hallway, “Hey Trey, it’s Ace and Deuce—”

Grim’s shrill voice called out, “And Grim!”

Ace continued, “We were wondering if you’ve seen (Y/N)?”

Trey eyed his laptop, smirking as he looked at the pictures of you he had pulled up. He reached over and closed the computer, “No, I haven’t seen her… What’s this about?” He zipped up his pants and began buttoning his shirt as he got up from his chair, turning to walk towards his door. “You lose her or something?” He opened up the door, looking down at the two freshmen and the weasel.

Deuce scratched his neck, “Well, you see, we were playing hide and seek…”

Grim threw out his arms, “And we can’t find her anywhere! It’s like she just disappeared!”

Trey chuckled, adjusting his glasses as he leaned against the doorframe, “Such is the point of hide and seek, isn’t it?”

Deuce sighed, “I saw her come up to this level, so I was hoping you had seen her anywhere?”

Trey cocked his head, “No, I haven’t…” He considered this information for a moment, “You’re sure you checked everywhere?”

Ace shrugged, “I mean, it’s a big place… We’re just getting nervous that we haven’t been able to find her or reach her on her phone…”

Trey crossed his arms, grinning at the boys standing before him, “Looks like she’s really serious about hide and seek…”

Deuce groaned, “It’s probably just that her phone’s dead… We’re really hoping to find her before Riddle gets back…”

Trey nodded, “Well, best of luck to you. Let me know when you’ve found her so I don’t have to worry about another Riddle meltdown…”

Ace urged the other two along with a groan, “Okay, talk to you later, Trey.”

Trey closed the door and turned to lean against it, rubbing his mouth for a moment before glancing up at his closet where you were hiding. Something seemed to suddenly occur to him and his eyes went wide. “Didn’t I leave that open, earlier?”

You covered your mouth with both hands and sunk to the back of the closet, panic taking over you as Trey started to slowly walk over. ‘Please don’t look in here… Please oh god don’t look in here…’

To your horror, Trey was now standing in front of his closet, a look of dread on his own face as he grabbed onto the handles and pulled the doors open. Your heart momentarily stopped as the two of you now stared into each other’s eyes.

Trey covered his mouth and stumbled back, “Well… Fuck…” He pushed his hair back, his whole body filled with panic, “What are you… Why are you in my closet!?”

You sat forward, shaking as you held a up a pleading hand, “I… I can explain! I-I didn’t mean to—”

Trey covered his face which became red from the crippling embarrassment, “Oh god… You saw that, didn’t you?” He desperately hid his eyes from you.

You stammered, your face hot from insufferable humiliation and guilt, you wished lightning would just strike you now before this moment continued. “N-no! I didn’t see anything, I swear!”

Trey rested his shoulder on the closet door, shaking his head, “You don’t have to lie… Fuck…” He slid down to a sitting position, resting his crossed arms on his knees, “I… I’m really sorry…” He buried his head in his arms, “Please forget you saw anything…” He leaned his head back and rubbed his face, pushing up his glasses as he did so. “Why are you in my closet, (Y/N)?”

You struggled to find your words, the guilt twisting your stomach into knots. “Well… We were playing hide and seek…”

He covered his eyes, “Yes, but why are you in my closet?”

You scratched your head, “Grim was coming… And I sorta panicked…” You looked up at him, trying and failing to keep from bursting into tears, “I promise I really didn’t mean to hide in your room, I was going to leave as soon as Grim passed by, but then you came in…” You covered your face in your hands, “I’m really, really sorry Trey… Please don’t hate me…”

Trey sighed and leaned in to pull your hands away from your face, a genuine look of concern in his eyes as he stroked the tears from yours, “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay… I don’t hate you. I’m not even mad at you, it’s okay.” He knelt down in front of you, rubbing your cheek, “I promise I could never hate you.” You looked up at him briefly before looking away when the shame became too much.

Trey sat back on the ground, looking you up and down. He noticed how disheveled your bunched up skirt was, and that the fingers on your hand were still slightly wet from when you were rubbing yourself off. You saw him staring at your hand and you quickly hid it away, smoothing your skirt slightly and getting ready to stand up, “I-I should probably leave before those idiots get themselves into trouble…”

The Vice Housewarden didn’t move out of the way, though. He just sat there staring at you, deep in contemplation. He hesitantly reached over and held onto your arm, keeping you from pulling away as he inspected your fingers. He seemed in a daze as he finally spoke, “Hey, (Y/N)… Be honest with me…” He met your eyes, breathing deeply as he leaned in to kiss your damp fingers, your heart pounding like a train engine in your chest. “Were you touching yourself just now?”

“Wh-what!? Of course not! I-I don’t…” You tried to pull your hand away from him, but he gripped your wrist tightly. His hands were surprisingly strong.

Trey looked at you over the frames of his glasses, “I told you to be honest…” He licked up your fingers, relishing in the taste, “Did you enjoy watching me?”

Your breathing became erratic as Trey started to lean over you, backing you into the wall of his closet, pushing past his shoes and clothes, “What… What are you…” You could feel that area between your legs start to get wet again. You shut your eyes, “I promise, I wasn’t doing anything, I swear! I… I was just waiting for you to leave…”

Trey grabbed onto your other wrist, pulling both your arms above your head and holding the two of them in place with one large hand, rubbing his other hand up along your thigh and pushing up your skirt slightly as he breathed into your neck, “So you’re saying that you didn’t do anything? So if I stuck my fingers into your cunt right now, you’re telling me it’s not going to be dripping wet down there?” His voice was hot and rough in your ear as he pinned you in place, his thumb rubbing over the hem of your underwear.

You shook slightly, his behavior now was drastically different from just a moment ago when he was too filled with shame to even look at you. It seemed as though all that anxiety he was feeling had suddenly disappeared now as he pinned you down in his closet with no indication of slowing down, “T-Trey? What… What are you doing?” You could barely get the words out, the air in your lungs felt heavy.

You could feel him smirking into your ear as he slid his hand between your legs, feeling how wet your panties were. “If you really weren’t aroused by watching me, then what’s this?” He nibbled your earlobe, “Looks like I’ve caught my little closet pervert red handed… Or rather…” He pushed aside the damp fabric of your underwear and shoved two of his fingers into your cunt, “Wet handed…”

“Ahhhn!” Having his thick fingers suddenly thrust inside of you made you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The suddenness of it all made you panic slightly, “W-wait, s-stop!”

Trey pushed his fingers deep into you, wiggling them as he lingered there. He kissed your neck, “Do you really want me to stop? Or are you just being shy like last night?” Trey slid his fingers out of you and began rubbing at your clit, “I really wanted the opportunity to be alone with you over at your dorm, but I suppose this works, too…”

You panted, the stimulation to your clit almost too overwhelming to speak, “I…I don’t… Ahh!”

Trey halted his stroking, smirking with satisfaction when he saw the disappointed look on your face at the loss of friction. He raised his fingers and sucked them clean before leaning over you, a smug look on his face, “If you really don’t want me, let me know, and I’ll stop…” He whispered into your ear, tickling it with his sultry tone, “But that’s not the case, is it (Y/N)? Don’t worry, I want you, too…” He chuckled, “If that wasn’t already obvious…” He ground his hips against you, his re-emerging erection rubbing against your inner thigh. His labored breathing was hot against your ear as he continued, “I know you’re feeling pretty shy right now, so you don’t even have to say anything.” He leaned back and stroked your face, his yellow eyes shining with lust as he stared you down, “All you have to do is nod. Do you want me to continue?”

You panted and shut your eyes, your stomach in knots for a moment as you considered what he was saying. Eventually you nodded, words finally breaking through your lips, “I want you Trey… I want you to fuck me.”

Your cheeks burned, slightly ashamed by what you had just said, but Trey was grinning slyly as he leaned in to press his lips to yours, “Thank god.”

He released your wrists and wrapped his arms around you as his tongue pushed into your mouth, moaning against your lips as he thrust his hips against you again, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, begging to be released. Trey moved his hands over you, a hitch in his breath as he reached up and squeezed your breasts, massaging the mounds of flesh as the passion in his kiss increased.

He broke from the kiss and rest his forehead against yours as he started unbuttoning your uniform shirt and vest, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now…” Your cheeks burned, biting your lip as Trey pulled open your shirt, massaging your breasts over your bra. Trey pulled off your shirt, reaching behind you to unhook your bra as well, “I can’t believe I finally get to see you like this…”

His eyes looked drunk as he removed your bra, staring at your exposed chest. He set your clothes to the side, leaning in to suck on your breasts, causing you to whine from the unexpected pleasure you got from having him just slide his tongue over your nipple. He quickly unbuttoned and threw off his shirt with one hand, massaging the breast he wasn’t sucking on with his other hand. Trey licked up your chest to your neck, gently biting at the skin with his teeth. You whined, every touch from his hands and mouth felt wild, it was warm and tingly and you just wanted him to envelope you. You laughed and sucked on your lower lip as you rubbed his soft green hair and stroked down his spine, “So, how often do you stare at my magicam while jacking off to me?”

Trey’s hands tightened around you, his body tensing slightly as he was caught off guard by the question. He leaned up and breathed into your ear, “At least once a day…” He laughed, a mixture of shame and excitement flowing through his warm body. “What about you?” He raised his head up to meet your eyes as he nibbled and pulled at your lower lip. “Do you ever touch yourself while thinking of me?” His eyes stared into yours.

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, you looked down, “Yeah…”

Trey smiled and held onto your face as he kissed you, “What do you think about?”

Your tongue felt too heavy to move, “What do you mean?”

The Vice Housewarden chuckled, leaning down to kiss and suck at your neck, “Here… I’ll give you some examples…” His fingers traced down your body, stroking your waist, which made you flinch as he tickled a sensitive spot, “Last night, in the library…” Trey stroked your thighs, squeezing them as he moved back down to kiss at your breasts, “I imagined taking you behind the bookcases, out of view of the librarian, and fucking you up against the shelves.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you let out a desperate whine. Trey smiled as he glanced up at you, his eyes heavy with want. He pushed your skirt up your waist and thrust his erection against your wet underwear, continuing his list of examples with a sly smile, “A few days ago, while I was making you pancakes…” He chuckled as he leaned back down to suck and lick at your breasts, “I imagined you were sitting on the counter, naked, dripping batter onto your chest as I licked it off of you…” You laughed at the imagery, Trey smiled at your amusement. He leaned back up and kissed your lips, slipping his warm, wet tongue into your mouth. He pulled away, his breath burning as he stared into your eyes through hooded lids, his glasses fogging up slightly, “And just now…” He smirked and gave you another quick kiss, looking deep into your eyes as he continued, “I thought about what I would have done to you if you had let me walk you home last night…”

Your body shook, the anticipation becoming too much to bear as you stammered out your next question, “A-and what would that have been?”

Trey smiled, scooching back away from you before grabbing onto your waist and pulling you towards him so that you were now laying fully on the ground, the upperclassman pushing your legs open, rubbing his clothed groin against yours. He moved his hands along your legs, having you wrap them around his waist as he leaned over you, biting his lip with a satisfied grin, “Why don’t I show you?” He eagerly fumbled with the front of his pants, withdrawing his cock and rubbing it a bit as he kissed you, his lips wet and sliding against yours as he briefly sucked on your tongue. He broke away and leaned up, pulling at your underwear and stretching it to the side, biting his lip as he stared at your wet cunt, “Fuck…” He released his erection and grabbed onto your thighs, pulling your legs up as he slid your wet underwear off of you. Trey then set your legs down as he rubbed his fingers along the folds of your cunt with one hand and jerked himself off with the other, “God… You’re so fucking wet for me…” He smirked, “I bet I could just…” He spread open your folds and poked at your entrance with the tip of his dick, “Slide right in…” He thrust his hips forward and quickly shoved himself into you.

The way he quickly thrust his cock inside you made you cry out from the sudden and unexpected pain, you squeezed his arms and leaned your head back, “Ah!”

Trey paused there for a moment, panting as he leaned his head down into your shoulder, “Sorry… Ahh… I couldn’t help myself…” He slid himself out slightly, trying hard not to just thrust back into you like he wanted. He bit his lip and moaned, “I’ll try to take it slowly…” He carefully pushed himself back inside you, spreading out the walls of your cunt with his cock.

You shut your eyes and writhed against him, “Oh fuck… Trey…”

The green haired man smiled and stroked your hair out of your face as he slowly withdrew and then pushed back into you, “Does that feel good?” He chuckled and reached down between the two of you, “I can make it feel even better…”

He started rubbing your clit as he continued thrusting into you, you gripped his arms and let out a loud moan, “Oh god! Please… Fuck!” You bit your bottom lip and started bucking your hips against him, “Keep going…”

Trey propped an arm up above your head to steady himself as he furiously rubbed at your clit, increasing the speed and force of his thrusting into you. His cock pushed at the back walls of your cunt, the sensation made your mind grow numb as you leaned your head back and desperately whined, never wanting this sensation to end. Trey grunted into your ear as his body rocked against yours, “Fuck… Your moaning sounds fucking amazing…”

He continued sliding his dick in and out, his skin slapping against yours, his fingers sliding over your clit and making your whole body feel unbearably hot. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in to press your lips to his, moaning as he slid his tongue over yours.

Trey pulled away, panting as he leaned up, pulling you up with him withdrawing his cock from you as he flipped you around. He then pressed you up against the back wall of his closet, pushing his hanging clothes to the side so he could get a better view of you from behind. Trey bit his lip as he looked down at your ass, massaging the cheeks before quickly slapping one of them.

Your cunt twitched longingly as you knelt there in front of him, gasping with relief as he finally slid his cock back into you, “Oh god!” Trey grabbed your waist, firmly pulling you against him as he fucked you. You sucked on your lip, your breast bouncing against the wall as you raised your arms up to rest your head on, losing yourself to the thrill and pleasure of the situation.

Trey reached around with one arm and gripped onto one of your breasts, sliding his other hand down to massage your clit as he rapidly slid himself in and out of you, his chest rubbing against your back. He kissed and sucked at the nape of your neck, a string of saliva following his lips as he leaned in and breathed deeply into your ear, “Ah… I’m ashamed to say… I don’t think I’m going to last much longer…”

You felt your abdomen start to twitch and you laughed, leaning your head back into his shoulder, “Me neither…”

He smiled into your neck, nibbling slightly at your skin, his breath hot and wet against you, “Fuck… I want to cum inside you…”

His rubbing at your clit quickened in pace, and your muscles started to tighten as the heat was becoming too much. You reached down and placed your hand over the hand of his that rubbed your clit, encouraging him to rub faster. “Oh, god… I want to cum with you Trey… I want you to cum with me as I cum…”

He leaned into you, pushing you more against the wall, gripping your breast painfully tight and furiously rubbing at you, thrusting erratically and breathing hoarsely into your ear. “Oh fuck, I’m… I’m gonna… Fuck!” His cock felt hot and swollen inside of you, his thrusting slowing as warm ejaculation spurted from his erection, coating your insides as he pushed himself in and out of you.

Meanwhile, you felt yourself start to convulse around his thick length, your cunt clenching and unclenching as you pushed yourself into each of his thrusts, trying to deepen the impact as you came around him. “Ahhh!” You moaned loudly, your whole body feeling like is was vibrating as each shockwave of your orgasm rippled through you. “Oh god, Trey—!” Trey quickly released your breast and put his hand over your mouth to muffle the sound of your euphoric cries, which were surely heard from the next room.

You whined weakly against his hand as you raised your hips up and down against Trey’s cock, the last of your orgasm starting to ripple away. Trey panted into the back of your head, his own thrusting weakening in strength as his cum dripped out of you and his cock started to soften. You slumped against the wall, suddenly losing any energy you had previously, propping yourself up with your arms above your head. Trey slid himself out of you, rubbing at your thighs as he kissed the back of your neck. “Holy shit…” He chuckled, his hand sliding down from your mouth to take hold of your chin, turning your head back to look him in the eyes as he rest his head on your shoulder. His expression was satisfied and sleepy as he lazily looked at you, “Did that feel good, love?”

You smiled and turned to fully face him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him on the lips, “That felt fucking amazing.”

He bit at your lip as you pulled away, slowly looking up into your eyes, “Damn… I still feel like I’m dreaming…” He stroked your hair back and leaned over you, “Are you really here right now?”

You laughed, sitting down and pulling him in to straddle your lap, “I’m right here, handsome.” You reached over and squeezed his butt.

Trey pressed his head to your shoulder and chuckled, “Damn, someone got a lot more confident…”

You stroked his face and kissed him, relishing in the tender moment when suddnely there was a faint crashing sound from downstairs. Trey jolted upward, staring in the direction of the sound, his eyes wide with panic, “Well… That can’t be good.”

Following the crashing sound came the loud slamming of the dorm’s front doors. You could tell instantly who was slamming those doors. You met Trey’s eyes, “Oh no.”

Riddle’s shouting, though two floors below, shook through the whole dorm, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!?”

Trey immediately stood up, tucking his limp cock back into his pants, “Fuck!”

Riddle’s rampage continued, “OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!”

“Shit, shit, shit!” Trey urgently grabbed his shirt and threw it on, pausing for a second to turn back and look at you.

You chuckled at him, “Go on ahead, you need to do damage control. I’ll be close behind you.” You winked, picking your underwear and skirt up off the ground.

Trey smiled wide at you as he walked backwards towards the door, buttoning up his shirt, “You’re amazing…”

You smirked, “I know, now go!” Trey quickly sprayed himself with cologne to mask the scent of the dirty deed he just committed and ran out the door.

You finished getting dressed, trying to straighten out your clothes as much as you could to get rid of the wrinkles as you finally left Trey’s room, making your way downstairs to see what all the commotion was about.

Riddle’s screaming shook the hallway as you walked towards the main common room, “You’re going to have to explain to me again why you thought a whole person could fit inside this priceless vase, you IDIOTS!”

Grim was kneeling on the ground beside Ace and Deuce, all three of them had the infamous heart shaped collars around their necks. Grim stammered, eyes wide with panic, “W-we couldn’t find her anywhere! We were getting desperate!”

Riddle’s face was bright red, “Why the hell were you playing hide and seek in the first place!? What are you, toddlers!?”

Trey placed his hand on Riddle’s shoulder, “Relax Riddle, they were just blowing off some steam.”

Riddle smacked Trey’s hand away, “Blowing off steam!? THEY BROKE A PRICELESS ARTIFACT!”

You saw now that there was a large antique vase shattered all over the floor beside the three kneeling boys. Ace saw you peeking through the hallway past the other Heartslabyul onlookers. “Where the heck were you! We looked everywhere for you! EVERYWHERE!”

Everyone in the room turned to look in your direction, as though a spotlight were now on you. Riddle glared at you, gripping his magic pen as he walked over to you, “These idiots broke the vase searching for you, so you’re partially to blame!” He pointed his pen at you, “Explain yourself! Where on earth were you hiding?!”

Trey carefully placed his hand on Riddle’s, lowering his pen down, “She was with me, Riddle.”

Deuce cocked his head with confusion, “B-but we asked you if you had seen her! Why didn’t you tell us she was with you?”

You looked back and forth between Riddle and Ace and Deuce and Grim, Trey himself unable to think of a good response. You took a deep breath in, “I-I realized quickly that playing hide and seek in the dorm was a bad idea, so I went looking for you guys to tell you we should stop the game, b-but… But I couldn’t find you… Then I ran into Trey, who told me that I had just missed you guys.”

Trey scratched his neck then gestured at you, “Yeah, then (Y/N) asked me some questions about Professor Trein’s test today, which I helped her study for last night, and we got to talking about the lesson material and just lost track of time.” He met the confused eyes of the boys around him, he blushed, “I’ve been helping (Y/N) with History of Magic, since she’s not from here…”

You sighed with relief then looked up at Deuce, Ace, and Grim with a guilty look in your eyes, “I’m sorry I didn’t try to find you guys sooner. It’s my fault you ended up like this…”

Riddle carefully considered your words, “Well, be it as it may, you were still putting effort into your academic success, that is not something worthy of punishment…” He turned back to the three boys, “You three, however, were not only goofing around during the time when you should have been studying, you broke a priceless vase from the Rose Queen’s era! Something you could not even hope to ever pay back with money!”

Grim pulled at the collar on his neck, “B-but how do we get these off!?”

Riddle crossed his arms, “Well… To start, you’ll sweep up the mess you made." He snapped his fingers and brooms and dustpans appeared in the hands of each of the three boys. Riddle continued, “Then, you’ll polish each of the vases in the dorm until they are sparkling… And for the rest of the month, every single night, the moment you finish with your homework, you will spend the rest of the evening until bedtime cleaning, sweeping, dusting, and mopping, until the dorm is spotless.”

The three boys stared at Riddle with horror in their eyes, “A whole month!”

Riddle kicked a shard of ceramic towards the boys, “Be careful not to break another vase or precious artifact while cleaning, each additional item you break doubles your sentence. Do you understand?”

Grim looked at you a pleaded, “(Y/N)! Please! You gotta say something! Don’t just stand there!”

Trey stood in front of you as if to protect you, “You’re the ones who broke the vase. Given that there’s no way to replace or fix it, I’d say one month of cleaning is actually a light punishment.”

Riddle smirked, “You’re right, Vice Housewarden.” The red head knelt down in front of the cat creature, “Do you have any more objections? Or should I go ahead and add another month to your punishment?”

Ace whined, “Can’t we just fix it with magi—!?”

Deuce put his hand over Ace’s mouth, “We accept the punishment, Housewarden Rosehearts!” He got up and immediately started sweeping up pieces of vase. The other two groaned and followed suit giving you quick, pleading glances as if there were anything you could do to free them from their fate.

Trey pulled out his phone and looked at the time, “It’s getting late…” He gently placed his hand on your back, “I’ll go ahead and walk (Y/N) home, I still need to go over some of her homework assignments with her.”

Riddle nodded, “How very diligent of you.” The red head gave you a slight bow, “You have a good rest of your evening, Ms. (Y/L/N).”

“Oh, thank you…” You followed as Trey led you through the dispersing crowd of onlookers to the main entrance. The two of you walked out into the cool breeze of the evening, not saying anything to each other for a bit.

Trey looked behind him, and when he was certain there was no one around to see, he put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder. He leaned in close and smiled into your ear, “So…” He spoke with a sultry tone, “Shall we resume our ‘study session’ at your place?”

[fizziefactory]

♥︎ Updated Caretaker!Fizzy [Fuzzy] Look & HCs ♥︎

I wasn't really all that happy with the former design of Fuzzy, I think I just lacked creativity when I made him... and I saw this??? Beautiful fizzy in the commercial?

And I just.... that one. I'm taking that.

This does make him slightly more patched together than before... I'm also leaning more into some of the kids actually being fond of him (one of the teenagers did his makeup). The kids don't hate him... many of them like him quite a lot, the baby even calms down from the sound of machinery, rather than a heartbeat, because it's more used to Fuzzy than its own mother. The reason he's so stressed out is because it's 7 goddamn kids. Even if most of them mean well... it's gonna be rough. On top of that, the parents also expect... attention.

I'm also realising that while Fuzzy is an anxious, tired and stressed out mess...

Whenever he interacts with anybody outside his household? He's got extremely little patience

[Old Art]

This is a pattern at this point that I've noticed when writing him. He can be sweet, and when he gets to talk about the kids he can be really excited... but most of the time, you're just wasting his time that he could spend looking after this family instead.

He has a love-hate relationship with his lot in life... he loves the kids a lot... but he just feels like he's not enough. He's torn to shreds, not just physically, but mentally as well. He's going to grow impatient, he's cranky when he's low on battery, sometimes he just wants to shut down for a day or five.... but he can't.

This leaves him very resentful towards anybody who was involved in his creation.

Therapist!Fizzy is desperately trying to book an appointment with him but there's never any opening-

[ar9o]

Hey, kind of a silly little story (based on real events) that I've had in the works for a bit and figured it worked well for @theregressionlibrary petre takeover (cutting it a bit close)

The Cat's Out of The Bag 🐈

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Jake lay on his girlfriend, Carrie’s, bed, staring out the window as she crocheted in her chair. He periodically batted at the string of bells she had hanging from her curtain rod, a decoration she had gotten some time ago at an art fair. He liked listening to the jingling sound and watching it sway. He didn’t notice her staring at him until Carrie got his attention with an amused tone and a baffling statement: “Jake, you are such a cat.”

Jake propped himself up on his elbows to look at her, cocking his head to the side. “What?” He asked, confused. He hadn’t even been doing anything, what was catlike about that? Carrie chuckled. “You always do this sort of thing,” she said, “You bat at the bell chain or my yarn like it’s one of those string toys for housecats.” Jake frowned. Carrie was right, of course. Often he was a cat, but he didn’t tell people, despite how fun it sounded to play with people as a kitten. How could they possibly react to that? ‘Hey, just so you know sometimes I’m a cat, in a totally normal way.’ Yeah, no thanks. The mortifying ordeal of being known, or whatever. “I’m not a cat, I’m a guy,” Jake retorted with a huff, trying to play it off as amused.

But Carrie knew him better than anyone, and she never quit. “It’s no use trying to deny it, Jakey.” She wiggled the loose string at the end of her yarn ball at him, a mischievous look on her face. Jake locked onto it, eyes narrowing. He could feel himself slipping just a bit, his eyes locking on to the wiggling thread. He shook his hair into his face to try to conceal it, but he was sure Carrie had noticed.

“Jakey,” she sing-songed, “come get the striiiing.” Jake sat up fully on the edge of the bed, leaning over a bit. He was desperately hanging on to his adult mind, repeating his mantra that he uses whenever this happens at school or work: I am not a cat, I am not a cat, I am not a cat…

Jake watches the string as he slides onto the floor, from the mattress, crawling the short expanse on Carrie’s soft carpet. She smiled down at him as he reached up to fiddle with the string. “Told ya.” Jake tilted his head to the side, placing his paws on the ground.

He nudged his head into the side of Carrie's leg from where he was sitting on the floor. She tilted her head at him, and both stared for a moment. Jake blinked at her a few times before placing his paw on her hand. “Oh, is that what you want?” Carrie smiled and placed her hand on his head, running her fingers through his hair. “You really are just a little kitty.”

Jake smiled, leaning into the pets. He likes Carrie knowing. Maybe telling people isn't so bad after all.

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Thanks for reading! A silly little story loosely based on how I discovered I pet regress sometimes and shared it with my gf. 😸