#so that's a learning curve they'd have to get over

[zephyrine-gale]

thinking about scaramouche team dynamics ft scarabedo

[chosos-mascara]

wedding night

𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after an arranged marriage to unite your clans, you're left alone in a hotel room with your new husband.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - arranged marriage (reader + toji), cunnilingus, pet names (sweetheart, baby), possessiveness from toji ("you're mine"), toji's described as big, reader submissive, creampie 1.4k words

Toji threw himself down, mattress moving with the buoyancy of his body, pushing him upward only slightly before bowing with his weight. He'd unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt - blazer and waistcoat discarded long before the end of the night. You stood awkwardly, thumb caressing over the back of one hand for comfort. In this moment, you'd been thankful for the less interesting choice in bridal gown, an ivory slip dress for a more casual occasion - it had suited Toji's lax manner abundantly well. It must have been a characteristic your mother had predicted, or perhaps learned from the husband she had picked out for you. 

"Y're lookin' like a lost little puppy." Perhaps the first sentence your new husband had said to you. Most of the evening had consisted of interacting with families, the uniting of clans more important than the binding of two people. The Zen'in's had only agreed to allow your clan to ally with them if you would marry whom they'd viewed as their weakest - born with no cursed energy. Though as your eyes wondered over the rugged man before you, you'd been left to witness an aura like no other. From one glance at Toji, you'd felt he'd held more ability than any Zen'in you'd met that evening. 

"Sorry." You'd mumbled, gaze met with narrow green eyes. He'd made himself comfortable, laying back on the bed with his head supported by the thickness of pillows, black hair splaying onto the white sheets surrounding him.  "Jus' go get changed n take your face off - or whatever ladies do at night." Toji's eyes closed, an arm draping across his forehead. Glancing toward the bathroom, you'd did as he'd suggested, a white nightie packed neatly within the bag you'd dropped off earlier in the day. 

Even after washing up and changing, you hadn't wanted to return to the room in which Toji had laid. The realization that the man on the other side of these walls had now been bound to you by law, and by your families standards had some ownership over you had dawned deeply over your mind. The excitement of escaping your family had lifted, replaced by the dread of a man you'd never met before your wedding day. 

Toji had been closed off for the entire event, speaking only to those close to him, ordering the same glass of whiskey over the course of the evening. He hadn't appeared rude toward you, yet he'd not seemed too interested either. Hunched against the tiles, you were left with the question of what he'd expected of you this evening - the first night as a married couple. Sighing, you lifted a hand to the lock, deciding to push yourself into the unknown. With enough luck, the alcohol he'd drank would've lulled him into a peaceful slumber, in which you'd be able to mirror within the hour. 

"Thought you'd ran away." His voice had almost startled you when you'd opened the door. Toji now sat upright with phone in hand, eyes glued to your figure. It had been obvious where his gaze had landed, right over the peak of fabric that covered your breasts, small bumps over the perked nipples due to change in air. You hadn't expected him to look over you so nonchalantly, yet his attention had caused a twist within your stomach you'd appreciated. 

"And, why would that be?" The tone from your voice had been more seductive than you'd intended, though with his scan of your curves and clear interest in the nightgown you'd worn, part of you'd hoped he'd reflect the sultry aura.  "Took a long time is all." Toji shifted, finally locking his phone and placing it on the bedside table. When his hand had been left empty, it had immediately drifted down to his belt, resting over the top of his fly. The movements had drawn your attention to the area, noticing a larger bulge beneath the fabric. 

"Was getting ready for you." Lips curving upward, you placed one foot in front of the other, finally guiding your nervous body toward the bed he'd lounged within.  "Oh, really?" His voice had sounded distant as his focus remained only on your physical being, pushing himself away from the headboard when your body had finally met with the mattress beside him.  "Do you like it?" There was a slight need for validation even if you'd been aware of his answer, wanting to hear praise fall from his mouth. The scar over his lip contorted when you'd asked, a smirk forming when he'd finally lifted his eyes from your chest, meeting your own.  "I'm a man, after all." 

Lips connecting, you'd been left to taste the Zen'in you'd now called your husband. The first kiss shared with one another - a heated and passionate affair after a much too stressful day. In fact, it had been a build up over the past month that had driven both you and him insane - one that you'd finally overcome. Toji's difference from his family had given you faith that perhaps he'd been a good man - the opposite to most Zen'ins within his clan. 

Large hands were quick to glide over the silk as his weight shifted above you, legs spreading to accommodate his wide structure. He hadn't taken his time with the outfit, moving the skirt upward with aggression until you'd been left bare from chest down, exposed to the male above you.  "Couldn't like it that much if you're taking it off so quickly." There had been confidence behind your voice that Toji had admired, a fire ignited within him when remembering you were his to fuck all he'd pleased. A bratty woman had some appeal behind it, a challenge to guide you into submission.   "Prefer you bare." His words were spoken against your stomach as his tongue met with your skin, licking and nipping over flesh and allowing goosebumps to trail behind his touch. Toji's breath was hot against you, tickling you as he'd made his way over your core. Unlike the haste with uncovering you, he took his time in lowering himself to reach between your thighs, leaving your heart to race in anticipation.

Finally, his face had halted, tongue pressing to you entrance and gliding a stripe upward, a low hum from your lips as he'd began to taste you. Toji had been eager once relishing in your flavor, swirls of his tongue as you'd been left to appreciate the work of his mouth. Leisurely, he placed middle finger alongside his tongue, moving the pad over you to move alongside his tongue, before finally drifting down and dipping into your already dripping core. Your hips had innately bucked upward, a languid grind against his face and whimper from lips as he'd drawn his finger in and out, another irrepressible moan when he'd added a second. 

The build up had began when he'd picked a pace, fluid movements of his wrist and mouth, soft sucks over the sweet bud that had him humming against your cunt in adoration. Your fingers had found their way to lace within his hair, a gentle tug to signify your pleasure pulling another sound from his chest.  "Close." The word uttered under your breath as your eyes had squeezed closed, a high pitched squeak from your body as you'd felt your high crash over you. Toji had chuckled against you, vibrations adding to intensity. 

Only when you'd fell limp to the bed, whines dying on your tongue, had Toji pulled back, a languid wipe over his face before unbuttoning his trousers. He hadn't given you a chance to look before lining himself with your wetness, a jolt from your body when feeling the head of him run along your folds, a hiss flowing between his teeth when finally stretching you over him.  "Gonna take it all, sweet thing?" His whisper had caused tingles to prick over your spine, a slight burn when he'd pushed deeper into you. When adjusting to size you'd thought it better you hadn't caught a glimpse of his length before he'd entered you. 

Slowly, he rocked his hips, mouth latching over your neck and sucking to leave a mark. One large hand grasped over your chest, fingers wrapping around as he'd squeezed harshly over a breast. "Such'a good girl." The deep tone had ricocheted from the base of your neck as his face had nestled between shoulder and throat, another roll into you. The initial pain had subsided and you'd felt yourself relaxing beneath him, each rock causing his lower abdomen to glide over your cunt, kissing the surface of your clit. You'd ran teeth over your bottom lip, a shudder over skin when contact had been made.  "My fucking good girl." Toji's possessiveness had been apparent, yet it hadn't scared you. When he'd groped and squeezed over your body, marking you and claiming you as his, you'd been left in enjoyment rather than fear. 

"'m all yours, Toji." The approval from your lips had him groaning against you, an excited bite over your skin as he'd pulled his face back, allowing himself to admire the woman beneath him. When your eyes had fluttered open, you'd been met with the same green orbs you'd caught only glimpses of throughout the day, pupils now blown out, skin prickled with heat.  "Say that again, baby."  "I'm yours, Toji." Hearing his name, he jolted forward, stomach sucking inward when feeling you wrap around his base and take him at full length. The movement had caused your mouth to drop wider in awe, eyes rolling upward.  "Fuck-" He drew back before pounding himself forward again, though this time his body had stuttered with the movement, a staggered breath from lips. "Take it-" Toji's instruction had been cut short by a guttural groan, head tilting back as he'd fucked his seed into you. 

tags - @suget

[shanastoryteller]

happy valentine Shana!!! I can't believe i made it finally jgfcjjcgjgx i would love to see some fma (Sacrifice is free/ed&ling betrothed/What They Expect) or more of Lord Arthur De Bois, or time travel Jiang Cheng/drarry, or Avengers' Three Faced Goddess! (can anyone tell I Cannot choose favourites? They're all so gooood) and if none of those sound appealing, dealer's choice! thank you!!

continuation of 1 2 3 4 5

It's sort of awkward, because Eden insists on thick tights and long sleeves and keeps her gloves on, but Catherine takes it in stride and doesn't react with anything more than a single raised eyebrow. Maybe she thinks she has some sort of terrible skin condition on her limbs, or something, because she's perfectly fine with plunging necklines and the lacy bras Catherine shoves at her.

She hasn't worn anything besides a sports bra since she's had breasts. They're not exactly comfortable, but compared to the constant, background ache of the automail it doesn't even make a blip on her radar.

Besides. They make her look like a girl, shoving her breasts up front and center, and their size had been an annoyance when passing for a boy and a comfort when she looked at herself naked in the mirror, searching for the girl she was rather than the boy everyone saw, but this is different.

"Wow," Catherine blinks, tilting her head to the side.

Eden flushes and wishes that at any point she'd learned how to talk to pretty girls outside of life or death situations. "I hadn't realized they - I'm not used to wearing, um, girly stuff."

"You look good in it," she says, touching Ed's back and shifting her to face the mirror.

She's in black tights and boots with a chunky heel, taller than the ones she normally wears and sleeker, stopping just below her knees. She's wearing a dark green dress with a deep neckline. She's used to be hard lines and sharp edges, but she looks soft here, her hips and breasts curving out from her waist and the dress somehow minimizing the breadth of her shoulders, or maybe it's just that with all the skin on display in the center, her shoulders just don't get as much attention. She'd had to build them up, to make the automail balanced, to make sure her body could support it, and she'd always hated how masculine it made her look. But looking at herself now, she wonders if that just wasn't in her head.

Green's never been a color she gravitated towards, but the dark color makes the gold of her hair shine, brings out the warmth of her eyes and the pink of her lips.

"You're really good at this," she tells Catherine, throat tight.

Catherine grins. "You are a beautiful canvas, Eden. It was not difficult." Ed's face burns. "Do you have plans for dinner? We could have it at my home. I am, honestly, dying to curl your hair."

Ed hesitates, because her shade of blonde is rather distinctive, then takes a second look at herself in the mirror. No one is going to think she's the Fullmetal Alchemist looking like this. "Okay, yeah. Sure. That'd be great."

~

Catherine knows that Eden is military at first glance, seeing her elder sister in the way Eden stands and moves. She looks young, but she can't be that young, not when she has the stance of someone who's been enlisted for years.

She figures that Eden is looking for clothes to wear outside of her uniform for the first time and something in her softens at how insistent Eden is on keeping certain parts of her body covered. Her siblings have scars too.

When they get to their home, Eden seems slightly surprised at the grandness of her home, but gets over it quickly, which Catherine almost expected. She hadn't looked at a single price tag as they'd been shopping and had paid for her bags of purchases with a nonchalance that spoke of a familiarity with money, although that leaves Catherine to wonder how she ended up in the military in the first place. She hadn't gotten a last name out of her, but Catherine is familiar with most military families, and she would have heard if any of their daughters had enlisted.

"Your bedroom is so pretty," Eden says, looking around at her pink, frilly room filled with flowers and clothes and gilded in gold with a soft wistfulness.

Catherine loves her. "Thank you. Here, sit at my vanity, let's play."

Eden laughs and pulls her hair out of the hasty ponytail she'd pulled it into, letting Catherine run her hands through it and carefully brush out every knot. It's gorgeous, thick and silky and the most wonderful shade that Catherine's never seen on anyone else.

People always act so oddly with her because of her family, even those similarly situated looking down at her for her choices, to be neither an officer nor married to one, but that's just not what she wants right now. It's nice to hang out with another girl that just treats her like a friend.

"MY BELOVED SISTER HAS RETURNED!" booms from what sounds like the first floor.

She sighs.

Eden goes rigid in her chair, eyes wide. "What - why-"

"It's just my brother," she says soothingly, concerned with how pale Eden has gotten. "He's harmless, really."

"Brother," Eden repeats. "Fuck. Fuck! I'm so stupid-"

"It's okay," she says in alarm, "Eden, what-"

She gets to her feet, grabbing her hands and looking at her a desperation that Catherine doesn't understand. "He can't know I'm here. Who I am. Do you understand? It's important."

She doesn't understand. "Eden-"

There's the sound of heavy footsteps heading their way and Eden wrenches herself away, bolting for the other side of the room. She claps her hands together, then presses them against the wall, and in flash of light she's disappeared.

Catherine stares. mouth agape.

She's familiar with alchemy. The skill has been passed down her family for generations.

Eden didn't use a circle.

"I HEAR YOU HAVE MADE A FRIEND, DEAR SISTER!" Alex shouts, flinging open her door and flexing in the doorway. "I WISH TO MEET YOUR NEW COMPANION!"

She picks up a pillow from her bed and lobs it at him, hitting him right in his stupid curl. "We're having girl time, go away!"

"Ah, girl time!" he says. "A storied tradition that has been passed down the Armstrong family for many generations!" He looks around, seeing her empty room, and his eyebrows dip together.

She grabs a makeup brush, holding it up threateningly. "You know what else has been passed down our family for generations? The art of knocking! Go bother Momma!"

"Where's," he starts.

Catherine throws the brush, pointy end towards his eyes.

He ducks, retreating to the safety of the hallway and closing the door just in time for the brush to hit it.

She takes a deep breath, calming her racing heart and smoothing her hands down her skirt. She crosses the room, knocking against the wall and whispering, "Eden? He's gone."

There's nothing for a moment and then there's light and heat and she's looking at the the inside of her house, pipes and insulation, and Eden standing there in the center of it, eyes blown wide and lips trembling.

Eden, who won't let her look at her limbs and doesn't know how to wear girly things and uses alchemy without circles and recognizes her brother from his voice alone.

"I'm sorry," Eden whispers, arms wrapped around herself, trying to make herself small. "I just wanted-"

Catherine interrupts her, reaching out to place her hand over the arm Eden had been careful not to let her touch and is unsurprised to feel hard, unyielding metal. "The art of secret keeping had been passed down the Armstrong family for generations."

Eden's eyes snap to hers and Catherine smiles, squeezing her arm and hopes that she can feel it. Slowly, wondrously, Eden returns it.

[blingblong55]

The Mess we made - Colonel König nsfw

This is based on a request:

May I humbly request your writing talent and creativity of a dirty, nasty, hardcore smut you can come up with based on colonel König x reader, please? His back scratched, reader’s in deep with pleasure

F!Reader, smut, 18+, MDNI ಠ_ಠ, p-in-v, solidier!Reader, sexual! relationship, unprotected sex

There was something about the way that you looked in your uniform that had your CO touching himself at night. The way that your shirt would get tighter around your chest area, how your curves looked like when you sparred with a few of your teammates and how you looked like, at least in his imagination, on top of him.

Lately, you have been giving your attention to some new recruit, he was actually quite kind and funny. König didn't like how you looked beside that man. So, the only way he could ensure others would know you were busy, with him, was by making you train for hours on end. At times, he'd wake you up earlier, knocking on your door and using his best drill sgt. voice.

Today one of the other COs ordered you to train with the recruit, said he was lacking in hand to hand combat, and since everyone on base knew König was enhancing your skills lately, they figured you'd be best option.

You and the newbie were in the sparring room, both exhausted but laughing. "I swear you'll leave me aching for days, dude." a small chuckle escaping him. "Yeah, sorry, didn't mean to throw ya into the mat like that."

Once you both finished that small break, you continued to spar, teaching him new moves and giving a few examples along the way. His hand on your waist as he was now learning a new move to bring someone down, your eyes locking as you spoke. "Once your hands find the enemies side, you'll have to-"

"Hands off her!" König spoke as he approached you both, "Sergeant, in my office, now." you and the newbie both pulled from the other, you with a confused look just obey his order. König stayed behind, giving the newbie a newer move. Definitely not using this as the perfect excuse to let his anger out of the poor man.

You sat on one of the chairs in his office, toying with the hem of your shirt. You hear some whistling, König, based on the rhythm. He walked in, closing the door behind him, he stood by the window, looking out, "That man doesn't know how to fight, much."

"That's why I was teaching him, sir." You try to at least, in some way, defend the poor newbie. Anytime he wanted to have you, he would, but that was usually in the comfort of either of your rooms. Hence to why you were calling him 'sir'. "I never told you to teach him," he turns to you, closing the blinds, "Why don't you ever listen to me, schatz?" he asked you, he sat on the chair next to yours, towering over you. His voice more softer now, unlike back in the mats, low and gentler with how he delivered his words.

"What do you mean, sir?"

He has never spoke to you, not in this tone. "Why can't I never have you, for myself?" a hand on touching your chin, him and you making eye contact, "Uhm, sir-" you weren't sure why he was doing this, especially here. When you two established this 'relationship', you two agreed to only have the other do what they'd please behind closed quarters.

"Don't talk, little one, just listen."

You nod, not knowing what else to do. Part of you was into this, the other part of you was scared. There were times when he would do something that would have you weak at the knees. How his arms in that muscle shirt would be flexed after lifting some ammo boxes, or when he would workout, how he would lift so effortlessly.

"That's my girl, always obeying me," a hand snaked to the back of your neck, the other still on your chin, "Now, you follow as I say, ja?"

You nod, willing to do whatever he says at this point. "Good, start to take that ugly jacket off," he stands back up, finally going to sit on his chair. You removed the army jacket, staring at him, not knowing what to do next. "Hm, seems to me you must remove the rest, can't have you like this." he leaned back in his chair, smirking under that mask. "But sir-"

He shook his head, "tsk tsk, I don't want excuses, take it off." As he watched you hesitate, he went up to you, hand on your shoulder, "You want to make me happy, don't you?" You nod, his hand at the button of your trousers, slowly, he unbuttoned them, he then removed your belt. His hand digging into your trousers, the other hand on your thigh, "Hm, seems to me I need to see you, all of you, so stand up for me," he grabbed your wrist, pulling you up and making you stand up, "now take it off and don't test my patience." he commanded.

You soon stripped from your close, he couldn't take this view, especially not when he knew that stupid newbie had his hands on what König calls his. "Bend over my desk, c'mon, do it." now he was definitely desperate to have a taste of you. You bend over, his hand rubs your bare ass, the other hand snakes to the front of your panties. Warm hand toying with your wet slick.

"So needy, hm" the other hand still rubbing your ass. Lips on your neck, licking, biting and sucking the soft skin. "König not here, please." you begged, because what if someone walked in or what if someone heard your moans.

"Thats the fun part, schatz" he whispers against your ear, nibbling at it. He wanted it to be final, for everyone to hear you call out of his name. Hear the pathetic cries you let out as he made you his. Hips thrusting in you, for everyone to hear but not see. Not yet at least.

He lowered you panties to your ankles, spit on his mouth and rubbed his fingers against the entrance of your aching entrance. "Hm," he looked at the old hickeys he had left on your back just days ago, "seems you're due for more." He lowered his trousers, played with himself as he watched how you would desperately look back. Eyes looking from the door to him. Drove him crazy knowing you two could get caught, but that was the fun of it, wanted to experience it so others would know about you and him.

Your body did him wonders, made him play with himself when you weren't around and at meetings when you would sit across from him, looking up at the board with those sweet innocent eyes of you. The same look he wanted to corrupt, make it change just for him. He didn't, like how you were so innocent, how you knew so little but did so much.

He parted your legs and without any foreplay or warning, he slid his now aching self in you. He knew his size was big, that you could only take so much. But today he wasn't playing nice, not when his favourite toy let another man touch her. Although the touches the newbie and you had were innocent, he didn't like them one bit. Now, here you were, taking him all of him.

You were so small compared to him so taking him like this was hard, yet it felt so...right and good. He started to thrust in slow, opening you for him. Hands on your hips, you still bent on the desk, your hands gripping the edges of his desk. Small moans could be heard coming from you as you tried to not make much noise.

"Louder, I want them to hear you." He definitely wanted to make a show out of you, humiliate you as he took you, knowing the other hungry men would be outside his door, listening as you took every part of him. He forced your mouth open, hand on your mouth as the other still guided your hips.

Your ass becoming red as his thrusts go harder and faster. He fucked the anger and frustration on you. Degraded every second he spends in you. "Such a fuckin' slut for me," another few slaps on your now raw ass, "what a slut you are, taking me like this. I bet you like it." He dragged another moan from you, this time louder, just like he wanted it to be. His accent coming off more stronger by each thrust. Once he knew you'd be willing to keep moaning loud for him, his hand slides to your wet cunt. His thick fingers start to toy with you, "I bet you like being treated like a whore." You couldn't respond, your brain in mush as waves of pleasure started to create through your body.

He slammed his hips on your ass, his cock deep in you, he leaned in, biting your back and shoulder. His moans and yours echoing around the room. He knew he was close and he didn't mind if you were or not. Today, his needs were above your own.

He pulled out, pre-cum dripping from you and him. He sits on his desk chair, removing his shirt, knowing this view would be your only reward. A finger motioning for you to sit on him, he wanted to see those tits of yours bounce as he came in you. You, like his toy obeyed. He lets you guide his throbbing cock inside, once your hands met it, you slide it in. Causing more moans to leave your sweet lips. More for the men outside of the door to hear.

You start to ride him, his lips meet your hardened nipples. He bites and licks them. Your moans of pleasure and pain, causing him to feel himself get closer. Your hands on his back, gently holding yourself as you ride him. "König, t-this is....too much" you could feel yourself get more and more sensitive.

But since today, he wanted to please himself and not you, he didn't care. Instead, his hands on your hips, making you go faster, he slapped your ass every now and then. Causing more moans and cries to come out. Your nails digging deeper into his bare back. You started to leave red marks across it. This only fed his needs more. "Look at you," he said as he pulled back, eyes staring into your, mascara running down as it mixed with your sweat, "takin' me so good." The praises finally began.

He knew he was getting closer, so he thrusted faster in you. Your inner thighs would for sure be sore by tomorrow. He leans in, lips on your shoulder as he slowly licked it. Hands still on your hips, at times they be on your ass, spreading your ass so he could feel himself finally fit inside your tight cunt.

Thrusts becoming more sloppy, pre-cum on your and his thighs. He bites into your shoulder, moaning and whimpering can be heard. Your nails leaving more red trails across his back.

His hips bucking as he started to cum inside of you. Filling your walls with his white seed. "Oh schatz, the things you do to me." he let out a small moan. He cups your face, your brows furrowed, tears running down as he wipes them away. "Look at you, such a mess," his voice now more soft, letting his cum drip from in you to your thighs, "you know I don't allow you to look like such mess." He kisses your forehead, he leans and grabs a napkin from his desk, he gently wipes your now dry mascara tears from you. "You did well, liebling." he kissed your cheek and then leaves continuous kisses on your lips.

He moves the hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear. He hugs you, his head on your now bare breasts. "Such a good girl." he whispers, a hand on your back as the other holds your ass, rubbing it slowly, as if he was now caring for it, unlike a few minutes ago.

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A/N: I hope this was smutty enough. If it wasn't not to worry, I have like 6 other smut requests to write.

[the-modern-typewriter]

hi! i really love your writing and if you’re up to it do you think you could write something like desperate to keep them x has to stay but will never love them? something about having exactly what you want but at the same time it never being enough is what gets me

"If you stand down," the hero said, "you can have me. That's what you want, right?"

The villain's stomach dropped out. They froze. Whatever they had expected from these 'peace talks' it absolutely wasn't that. They stared at the back of the hero's head for a beat, before slowly closing the door behind them with a click.

"You think I want you more than the whole world?"

"Yes."

The hero's simple, certain response floored them and any negotiations they may have made. It wiped the mockery from the villain's voice, from the smirking curl of their lip. It stripped them bare in the cool evening air.

The line of the hero's back was tensed as they leaned against the balcony. As the silence stretched, the hero pushed up and turned to face them, one eyebrow raising.

The villain wet their lips, gaze raking over the hero, heart hammering. "When you said I can have you..."

The hero shrugged. "However you like, so long as no one else gets hurt. I won't kill anyone for you."

"You don't love me."

The hero blinked; as if they'd somehow thought that the villain was so deluded as to think their feelings returned, or that the question of the hero's feelings didn't matter.

"I can be convincing." The hero summoned a smile to their face. It was soft and pitch-perfect adoring. They swept across the small space to gently take the villain's hand, all those lines of tension melting from them. "You won't be able to tell the difference."

Ah. There it was. The hero sounded so certain of that, too. Did they think the villain didn't know what the hero was like when they were in love? Or was it that they thought they didn't understand or know love well enough as a feeling to recognise the real thing?

It felt like withering. The villain felt tiny. It felt like something in them had shattered a bit.

They hadn't ever really thought the hero would love them, but they hadn't thought...

The hero cupped their cheek and the villain sucked in a sharp breath. The hero's smile grew as they stroked their thumb hypnotic along the curve of the villain's jaw.

"You have enough money," the hero murmured. "We'll go somewhere quiet, somewhere far away from all of this. Just the two of us. We can be whatever else you want us to be."

It hurt.

"But you don't love me," the villain said, again, dumbly.

"Who would after everything you've done?" The hero dropped their hand, and the villain felt cold all over. "But this is the best that you're going to get. Who knows. Maybe I'll learn to love you."

There was something mocking in the hero's eyes so the villain looked down. They didn't think the hero meant to be cruel. Maybe that made it crueller; the villain could have dealt with deliberate cruelty with more ease and familiarity.

"The best I'm ever going to get," they echoed.

Who would after everything you've done?

"You love me." The hero's voice was mostly steady. "You won't kill me. That means, if this gets into a fight, you'll lose."

"Then why - why would you surrender?"

"Because us fighting costs everyone else too much. You - you're possessive. Jealous. I've seen the way that you look at my friends. At the people I love. If we're being honest."

The villain had expected a peace talk of dancing around, of some token gesture that they would both shrug off like 'whoops, we tried'. It didn't feel like that. It didn't feel like peace at all.

The hero had dealt a mortal blow and the villain didn't think they were even aware of it.

Maybe a kind love would fight and lose. The villain was not kind. They didn't know how to be something that the hero loved, but for a while, they had tried.

The fury came like an avalanche, just as quick, just as deadly.

"Alright," they said.

The hero's eyes snapped back to them, eyes wide, for all of their earlier certainty.

"I accept your terms," the villain said. "So long as you can convince me that you really love me."

The hero beamed, like the villain was everything that they wanted, and kissed them.

in the days, in the weeks, in the months and the years that followed it was those words that the villain regretted the most.

Because the hero was convincing. They were perfect.

And the villain knew, with every beat of their heart, that not a single second they shared from that moment on was real.

[bonny-kookoo]

Bonny we love everything you do! If you are up to, what about IT girl has a date and jk open a live coincidently on the same day and time so she cannot go

(Ps: Her date is an asshole and jk knows it)

You guys have really made me wanna write this... Warnings for Jungkook's internal dirty thoughts haha

First part: here

There's no fucking way he will let you go on a date with someone like sangwook. Absolutely not.

You're way too nice to say no to the guy, and he himself knows that the staff member has a certain way with words, knows how to get his way. But Jungkook has also heard the horror stories of the guy getting girls drunk until they're barely conscious, just so he can have his way with them- and he won't just sit here and let that happen to you of all people.

Not if he can do anything about it.

Jungkook and you had honestly had a great time when you eventually came over to eat the re-heated instant noodles together. He learned some stuff about you, about your interest, about who you are apart from just your job. You share a lot more interests with him than initially thought, both of you having a love for gaming and good food. And he especially enjoyed how natural you were, treating him like a normal person, not like the idol he is.

Maybe that's why he just can't let you go now.

He'd heard of the date from Sangwook himself- he'd been chatting with another female staff about you, and how he'll 'find out' if you're 'as innocent' as you apparently act. It made Jungkook feel like throwing up, a guy like that potentially filling you up with alcohol just to eat you like prey- he can't let that happen.

You've told him how you seek love, romance, excitement and something almost childish.

Exactly what he wants, too.

So he goes live, the only way he knows he will keep you there, well aware that you take your job (hopefully) too seriously to go on a date instead. He doesn't know how close you are with him yet- maybe it's a lost cause, maybe Sangwook had been the reason you'd been so hesitant with jungkook in the first place-

But he has to try.

"Hm, hello." He greets the fans, but more so you who he hopes is watching on the other side. "Its quite sudden, isn't it?" He chuckles, holding onto the iced wine in the glass mug in front of him. "Looks like a date? Ah, yes it does, doesn't it?" He grins, acting all shy.

And there it is. An angry smiley- several, even.

It makes him chuckle as he reads the comments and imagines you fuming in your home, but he can take the heat coming his way if he at least prevents that horrible date from happening. Have you already started to get ready? He wonders what you might look like all dolled up. In a short dress maybe, one that hugs your curves just right, with simple delicate straps holding it up over your shoulders. He knows you need no fancy designer shit.

He'd rip it off of you either way.

"Army.." he hums, referring to the fans, but hoping that you get the message most of all. "If you go on dates, late- you be careful, right?" He says, taking a sip of his iced wine, before setting the mug down, and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. There's another round of emojis flooding in, and he can't help but laugh.

He continues this game for almost an hour, making sure that your date was not happening, before he ends the live.

And not even half an hour later, you're in his apartment, fuming, angry, upset. But you're there, and not with him, so Jungkook can't help but be satisfied.

Especially at the sight of you in a strapless denim-dress. Short, but long enough to cover you comfortably. The fabric stretches a bit over your curves, tits looking so good but a little uncomfortable. He would just have to pull down a little, just a tiny bit, and they'd spill out, he's sure of it. He can't see bra straps.

Are you not wearing one? Interesting.

You're pushing him lightly. "You asshole!" You yell at him. "You knew I had a date! You knew it!" You complain, and he nods, a simple smile on his face, and it only angers you more. "Stop laughing!" You demand, but he just raises his hands as if to show you he's no threat, but you just reach out to push him again-

But instead he pulls your wrists towards him, wraps his arms around you, completely catching you off guard as he holds you close, trying hard to ignore your body's warmth against his.

"I'm glad you didn't go." He says, and it sounds surprisingly serious. "I was worried you might." He tells you, and you hate how good he looks, how good he smells.

"Cause you wouldn't have someone to play around with?" You mumble still angry, and he chuckles.

"I'm not playing with you." He denies, swaying you both from side to side a little. "I really am not." He says as if to make sure his point gets to you.

"And yet you still ruined my date.." you complain.

"Sangwook isn't worth your time." He shakes his head.

"Oh but you are?" You scoff. He chuckles. Again.

"I mean, you're here, are you not?" He states.

You are. And you're not sure why you're here, why you didn't at least change, why you don't want to leave just yet.

"To tell you to stop trying to ruin my love life." You snap back in defense, and he laughs.

"Then stop trying to ruin mine." He says back, making you freeze in his arms before you both detach a little. "I thought we were good? Why did you agree to that date?" He wonders, and you shrug, crossing your arms.

"He asked... nicely, you know?" You say, looking at the floor.

"And you couldn't say no." He sighs. "Because you're too nice yourself." He scolds softly.

"I just.. wanted to, you know, talk to someone. Be social. Spend my evening with something else than animal crossing and icecream.." you try and justify yourself, and Jungkook suddenly opens his arms wide, shaking his head before he hits his chest.

"Am I not right here?" He complains. "Am I just an illusion or something?"

"..no?" You wonder, and he tilts his head in irritation for a moment.

"Then why am I not an option for you?" He asks, a little agitated. "I thought we were fine last time you were here. We had a really good time, talked, fuck I thought we were going somewhere!" He complains.

"I'm just.. scared." You say, and he runs a hand over his face.

"I know." He nods. "Lets just- okay. Do you want to try this?" He asks, motioning between you and him. "Yes or no."

"I don't know-" you start, but he shakes his head.

"Not an answer, try again." He tells you, crossing his arms.

"Jungkook what if we get caught-" You start again, but he denies it again.

"Yes or no. It's pretty easy." He says.

"What's your answer?" You ask, and he throws his head back in agony. "Okay, yeah- yes? But-"

"Good, great, fuck!" He barks out to no one, before he holds your face in his palms. "Just trust me. Please." He begs, eyes sparkling in both the light of the candle on his kitchen table, and the neon colored laser points traveling all around his walls from his moodlight.

"What do you want from me?" You ask, and he smiles.

"Your love." He answers, before he shrugs playfully. "And maybe the occasional fuck on the couch if I'm in the mood-" he starts, and you hit his chest at that, though you laugh.

"So you really do just want to screw me!" You whine, crossing your arms- unaware of how you're pushing up your cleavage.

"No, baby." He shakes his head, tongue running over his lip piercing. "I don't only want to fuck you." He answers.

"Though I won't say no if you're ever offering."

[talesofesther]

darling darkness

Wednesday Addams x OC/Reader

This story belongs to the I Told the Moon universe

Summary: Wednesday has a strange way of calming you down even on your worst days.

A/N: A little deeper look into my favorite universe. Some ideas here were suggested by @annalestern and @roleplayfandom. <3

Masterlist

There was something about the little nook where the Poe Statue stood. It was reserved, but not hidden. Away from prying eyes, yet not safe from any wandering students.

You figured that's why Wednesday liked this spot, she liked the risk of getting caught. The rush of it, if you will.

You could tell just from the feeling of her smirk. The small curve of her lips that made it just a tad harder for them to fit with yours.

For someone so sharp-edged — her words, not yours — rigid even, from her routine to the straightness of her clothes; she quite enjoyed to have you unraveling her.

It always started with her fingers curling around the fabric of your blazer so she could lay the ghost of a kiss on the edge of your mouth. She's not one for words, never has been; actions are her thing. Wednesday will confess to you in the way her nimble fingers traced a path up your neck and to your jaw, tender in a way you doubt she even knew she was capable of.

That was always your cue to pull her closer, to bring your arms around her waist and bury your hands underneath her shirt to touch the surprisingly warm skin of her lower back.

And Wednesday shivered at your touch, every single time. You're the only one who can make it happen.

Her kisses held unspoken words in them. But who needs words anyway, when she presses herself to you as if you'd run away?

It's been like this for a few months, and each time she pulls away — lips a little swollen and pupils so big that her eyes are almost totally black — it feels like the first time.

"Why do you insist on them?"

Her voice was like a soft gush of wind over the haziness her lips always put you in.

You smiled at the girl who had you pressed against the cold concrete wall, your thumb lazily tracing the skin on her waist. "Sorry," you raised a hand, taking off your sunglasses, "I forgot."

One thing you learned pretty quickly was that Wednesday had a passion for your fiery eyes. You'd catch her staring just a moment too long whenever you took off your sunglasses in her presence. Eventually, you started to not use them at all when around her.

Wednesday's dark doe eyes seemed to count each speck of color in your irises, each shade of honey and golden brown, losing herself in you. Her eyebrows softened their crease and you could feel her nails scratching at the back of your neck slightly.

You loved her for it, for associating a part of you you were never too keen on, with something worthy of devotion.

Something you didn't exactly love, though, was how perceptive she was.

"I couldn't help but notice your lack of annoying quips today," Wednesday raised an eyebrow at you then, "why is that?"

You averted her gaze then, clicking your tongue. As you did so, both of you could hear faint footsteps approaching; Wednesday was quick to untangle her limbs from yours, clearing her throat as she leaned back against the Poe Statue.

Two gorgon girls passed by you, and you stuffed your hands in your pockets. You wondered if they'd believe you if you told them how the Wednesday Addams turns into putty in your hands.

That was a thought for another time though, as you could feel a familiar weight settling into your chest and raising goosebumps on your skin. She wasn't wrong, you've been quieter today. "Um-" you tried to start, words heavy on your tongue, "my father called this morning, letting me know he's coming to pick me up this weekend." You gave Wednesday a defeated shrug, feeling small under her gaze.

"Why is that?" She asked without much emotion in her tone, but you could see the way she clenched her jaw.

The silence dragged, as if speaking would make it more true.

"Our family has been invited to a gala, something about potential business deals, I didn't really pay attention," you grimaced, "my father says it's imperative that everyone attends… especially his prized pony." You mumbled the last part, disdain dripping from each syllable.

Sincerely speaking, you were used to these parties, had attended them more times than you could remember. Though it always brought a knot to your stomach to think about being surrounded by disagreeable people who were all too powerful for anyone's sake; always whispering about wicked deals without considering who loses their lives on the line. Your family had one of the most renowned names amongst them, so whether you liked it or not, you were already in the game.

"Tell him you can't go, that you're busy with school," Wednesday raised a brow, taking half a step closer to you, "I'll vouch for you."

It was sweet just how protective Wednesday had grown of you. Reaching out, you gingerly ran a finger over one of her braids; "unfortunately, it doesn't work like that."

Wednesday's dark eyes flitted over your features and, slowly, she hooked her fingers with yours. It was a comfort to know she'd be waiting for you upon your return.

—

There was something about the darkness of the night. The cold and quiet tend to make one's emotions flourish; maybe it has something to do with the hazy silver glow of the moon and how it shines over the low fog.

Because of the fog, the grass under your paws was slightly wet, cool to the touch. The fur of your legs that touched the longer blades of grass grew damp as you walked through the deserted gardens of Nevermore.

The huffs of breath that escaped your nose were just as white as the fog, telltales of the approaching winter. It was a cold night, but you didn't feel it; the thick layer of midnight fur around your body kept you warm enough.

If any unlucky student were to bump into you right now, they'd probably think their time on this earth came to an end and the devil's beast was here to claim their soul — what with how you were lost in the darkness of the night, only leaving the frightening sight of your honey-colored eyes.

Still, nighttime was your time; it relaxed you as almost nothing else could. Pulling your mind away from your unfortunate predicament as you lay on the damp grass and gazed up at the shining moon above you.

There was an anomaly though, has been for a while. You're not sure how exactly she finds you, part of you thinks she has Thing keeping watch on you. But recently, she has been the one to invade your nights, and not the other way around.

Your ears perked up at the sound of her footsteps, listening carefully until you felt movement beside you.

She was the exception. The student who didn't fear the sight of your eyes, but loved it. The one who could calm you down more than the moon ever could.

Wednesday sat down beside you, the grass undoubtedly dampening the fabric of her pants as her thigh brushed against your paw.

Words didn't matter much.

Wednesday reached a hand out, her fingers disappearing between the dark fur of your neck and sliding up to your ear until she traced its form. And you melted.

Your head came to rest on her lap and she cradled you to her. Embracing her wolf closer to her body. Your fur doing a good job of keeping her warm on this cold night.

That's all you were tonight, all you wanted to be. Her wolf.

—

The morning you watched your father's car pull up to the school's parking lot was a cloudy one. You were dressed to the nines; with a long, dark dress that hugged the form of your body perfectly, and obsidian jewelry that cost more than you'd like to admit. All of it carefully handpicked by your father, his only child had to exude nothing less than perfection anyway.

Wednesday sat atop your bed while you glared at your reflection in the mirror, fiddling with the necklace on your hands. Though you could feel the weight of her gaze on you.

You felt out of place in your own body. Suffocated by the layers of expensive fabric that touched your skin. Slowly, you were falling into a mild panic, anticipation twirling inside your stomach.

And then, the feeling suddenly dissipated.

Cold fingers grazed the nape of your neck. You watched through the mirror as Wednesday stood behind you, her fingers disappearing into your hair the same way they did against your fur. The ghost of a kiss she placed on your shoulder came unexpectedly, but not unwelcomed.

"Even if the circumstances are not ideal, you look dazzling, mi luna."

A soft warmth came to your cheeks upon hearing Wednesday's words and you ducked your head sheepishly with a chuckle. You turned to face her then, all so you could pull her into a kiss, which she reciprocated immediately.

Wednesday's palms smoothed over your dress, dark nails digging into even darker fabric as she tugged you closer.

You pulled away slowly when air became a necessity, without really wanting to, running your tongue over your bottom lip to catch any remains of her.

Feeling strangely timid, you glanced down at the necklace on your hands, running a thumb over the faded pink pendant. You looked at Wednesday through your lashes; "would you keep it safe for me?" You asked, extending the necklace to her, "my father doesn't like to see me wear it."

A beat or two passed with Wednesday's eyes going from your face to your hand, she looked almost… surprised?

"Of course," she eventually breathed.

You reached around her then, gently clasping the necklace around her neck. The pink pendant looked a little foreign on Wednesday's pale skin, but you loved it on her. It felt as if a part of you would stay close to her heart.

"I'll be counting the seconds until I can come back to you," you whispered, leaning in once more to place a chaste kiss on her lips.

Wednesday kept a secure hold of your hand as you walked together down the stairs, through the gardens, and to the parking lot. She stopped by the gates, with a faraway gaze focused on the figure of your father waiting for you outside the car.

Only when you squeezed her hand, did her eyes slowly settle back on you. Her bangs flowed softly with the breeze outside, her cheeks a tad rosier because of the cold; "let me know if I have to kill anyone upon your return."

She managed to pull a last smile from you and you ran your thumb on the skin of her hand before letting go, "I will."

With that, you were walking away from her, your high heels steadily thudding against the stone path as you reached your father. You couldn't breathe even if you tried to. "Hello, dad."

He didn't look at you, instead, he kept his eyes on the dark-haired girl who stood by the gates, undoubtedly holding a daring staring contest with him. "Who is that girl?"

The words tasted bitter on your tongue, but for Wednesday's sake, you said them; "just a friend, no one important."

Silently, the golden eyes of your father looked you up and down, making a shiver run down your spine. When he judged you were looking appropriate enough, he turned around, "get in, we should've left two minutes ago."

"Yes sir," you mumbled and opened the passenger's door.

As the key was turned in the ignition and the car started slowly pulling away, you kept your gaze out the window and focused on Wednesday. The last thing you saw was the way she took half a step forward, as if the increasing distance between you pulled painfully at her heartstrings.

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[gemini-sensei]

Perv | Shy!Eli Moskowitz x Chubby!Best Friend!Reader ft. Voyeur!Demetri Alexopoulos

Kinkyober Day 8: Voyeurism A/N: this is a call back to a post I made a long ass time ago that I think is probably my most popular post lol. So enjoy. CW: noncon voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, a lil bit of body insecurity, monstercock!Demetri, jacking off.

Demetri had only come over to get back a video game Eli borrowed from him. That was all he'd anticipated using the hidden key for.

When he learned no one was home, he took the key from under the garden gnome and let himself in. He only planned to be there for a few minutes; he'd grab his game and leave just as fast as he'd gotten there. But of course that isn't how things worked out.

For whatever reason, when Demetri heard someone coming into the house, he hid in Eli's closet. He knew he wasn't supposed to be there at that moment, but it wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world should he have been found there. He was a long-time friend of Eli's, so anyone in the house would have understood him being there even if Eli wasn't there.

But it was too late to be thinking about other outcomes because he'd already sealed his fate. Especially when he heard Eli and Reader's voices making their way upstairs.

They entered the room and Reader took a seat on the bed. Eli shut the door behind them, his heart hammering away in his chest. Though they'd been in this situation before, it hardly got easier for him to believe it was happening. Reader was better with these things than he was, he could tell as she sat so pretty on his bed, as if that was where she belonged.

He sat beside her and licked his lips. He never knew how to start these things; these moments they had together all alone.

Reader, despite her cool and calm appearance, was just as nervous. They'd only done this a handful of times and she still couldn't believe Eli wanted her of all people. It made her heart beat like that of a hummingbird's. But she took some initiative and reached for his hand, taking it into hers gently.

Soon, they were gravitating toward each other and their lips met. Sparks flew, just like every other time, and it didn't take long for it to heat up. Eli wrapped an arm around her waist and laid his other hand on her thigh. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him close, one hand slipping into his soft hair. He squeezed her thigh and she moaned into his mouth, making his head a little dizzy.

They pulled away from each other, panting heavily into each other's faces before he softly asked if she wanted to lay on the bed. She nodded and crawled further onto the mattress. Before she laid down, she pulled her shirt off and threw it aside. Eli's eyes stayed glued to her the entire time, mesmerized by every curve that made up her body.

Demetri, from his hidden position, couldn't believe his eyes. Through the slates of the closet door, he could see everything. Eli's bed was slowly becoming a stage and he had a front-row seat to the show. It was unbelievable, in more ways than one.

For starters, he had no idea his two best friends were together. While he had expected it for a long time, he thought they would have told him about it. Secondly, they were fucking! Another thing he at least thought Eli would tell him about.

The last unbelievable thing that caught him by surprise was the fact that he was getting turned on by the truth unfolding before him. He felt the tightness beginning in his jeans as his best friends undressed each other. By the time they were in their underwear, he was so hard that it hurt and he couldn't think straight because of it.

So when he started undoing his pants, he had little idea as to what he was really doing. He told himself it was to relieve the pain, but in the back of his mind, he knew only bad things could come of this.

"Eli..." Reader whined softly.

Demetri looked up to find Eli with his hands on her panties. They were wet and making the perfect imprint of her fat pussy and Eli was ready to pull them off of her. But she crossed her arms over her mostly exposed body.

Eli leaned into her and pressed a number of kisses to her lips and down her neck. He whispered softly, "You don't have to hide with me."

Demetri could hardly hear what was said, as the room was fairly quiet otherwise but his ears were burning and buzzing. He was still in a state of disbelief, his jeans halfway down his thighs and his cock straining against his underwear. He caught himself staring as Reader let Eli pull her panties off and unveil her pretty, wet pussy.

She shivered as the air hit her and she instinctively closed her legs. Eli let out a little laugh and she smiled. They felt so comfortable with each other, so safe. He made her feel like she was on top of the world and they could laugh with each other in these vulnerable moments. It was beautiful.

While he shed his boxers, she opened up her legs. Her hands slithered between her thighs and she began touching herself, spreading her wetness and collecting some of it onto her fingers.

Eli watched her with a sparkle in his eyes, lust deep-seated there but it was buried under a fiery passion. He licked his lips and pumped his cock, spreading the pre cum that escaped his tip over his shaft. Then he let her take over, although she was a little shy, and he moaned as she prepped him with her own arousal. Her hand felt a lot better than his own.

They were still inexperienced, still exploring what each other liked and didn't like, but they moved at their own pace and made sure they were ready. At the same time, they were needy and desperate for each other, so it didn't take long before Eli was positioning his cock at her entrance. He ran his tip through her folds before he pushed into her, letting out a low groan as she moaned loudly.

Demetri held one hand over his mouth as he watched them, his other hand pushing his underwear out of the way. His cock sprung free, weeping with need and relief as he finally set it free from its cloth prison. It hung heavy and he knew the tip was likely leaking all over the carpet, but he couldn't bring himself to care for that much as he watched Eli's cock sink into Reader's fat cunt.

They let out pretty moans and groans, little mutterings of each other's names. She was so tight wrapped around his cock, it brought about that dizziness again. When he bottomed out in her pussy, he dropped his head on her shoulder to gather himself. He needed a moment to collect himself, or else he may come sooner than he wanted to. She similarly needed a moment to adjust to the way he stretched her out.

In the meantime, he felt up her tits. He groped and lightly tugged on them before trailing his hands lower to her pudgy belly and waist. He whimpered softly, mumbling into her ear about how beautiful she was and how he always had to keep himself from staring at her. She whined and squirmed under his affectionate touch, smiling as he called her all sorts of pretty names. It made her feel so cared for.

Demetri handled his cock in the dark closet, trying to keep from making too much of a mess, but the littlest touch had him swallowing moans. He never got any attention, didn't know the touch of a woman, and so his cock was extra sensitive to any contact when he was hard. It was why he tried to never have any dirty thoughts because it was such a hassle to deal with, never mind the fact that he had an above-average cock.

Copious amounts of pre cum leaked from the tip and he tried to catch it in his hand only to have nowhere for it to go. So he pumped himself and slicked his dick up. He held down every moan knowing that if he let even one slip, he was in big trouble.

"Eli," Reader whined, catching Demetri's attention. "Please move!"

Eli nodded against her shoulder. He pulled himself up and braced himself against the mattress, pulling his hips back. He almost pulled all of the way out of her, but his tip caught on her pussy lips and he slowly pushed back in. He set the pace slow and built it up to something he knew they both enjoyed, fucking her wet cunt at a moderate pace. It was enough to make her pussy squelch and weep around his cock, pulling moans and gasps from her pretty lips.

With the show finally in full motion, Demetri was practically hypnotized by their performance. He used one hand to jack off and the other to keep himself quiet while he watched. As he did so, he knew it was wrong. He knew there was no going back from this; he'd have not only watched his two best friends fuck but gotten off to it. While he could only think about this moment, in the back of his mind he had no idea how they were going to continue to be friends after this. After all, Eli and Reader hadn't told him that they were together. How was he supposed to act natural around them after this?

"Oh god! Oh my god! Eli!" Reader moaned loudly.

Eli grunted from the back of his throat, watching her face as she threw her head back and let out such a pretty string of moans. He slowed down for just a moment so he could change the position ever so slightly, then grabbed her thighs and pulled them up onto his hips. She gasped as he seemed to hit a new spot deeper in her cunt.

She gripped the sheets tightly. "Right there!" Please! Please, right there!"

He tried his best to hit that spot again, thrusting into her a little harder as he concentrated.

Demetri uncovered his mouth and wrapped both hands around his cock, fucking them as he imagined what it would be like to fuck a fat, pretty pussy like Reader's. He wondered if he'd be able to bottom out like Eli had. He asked himself how long he'd last. He squeezed his shaft as he pushed it through his hands, biting his lip to keep his moans trapped. No matter how strong they felt, he swallowed each one so he could watch to the end.

With every passing second, he lost his morality - he was sure of it. He was slowly but surely beginning not to care about the moral implications and consequences of watching. The pleasure it gave him outweighed all the bad things and he pushed his hips into his hands at the same pace Eli was thrusting into Reader. He didn't necessarily wish he was fucking her, but anyone that might let him bury his long, thick cock in their tight hole. Maybe for a moment, fleeting seconds, he imagined being on top of her, but he chastised himself for it quickly because that was Eli's girl. Not his.

"I'm not going to last very long," Eli whimpered. He didn't stop or slow down, seeing the way Reader was close too. Her eyes couldn't stay in one place and her moans were rising in pitch. He wanted to bring her to her orgasm first and foremost, but couldn't stop himself from running down the high as well. It was too tantalizing.

She nodded, speechless as she got fucked to high heaven. She reached out for himself instead and he lowered his body to hers so that she could wrap her arms around him. Pulling him against her, they kissed messily and passionately. He kept pace for a while longer until his thrusts got harder and more pronounced. She moaned with each hard thrust into her, feeling her body being rocked into the sheets and the headboard started to tap the wall.

It didn't take long for her to fall after that. She came hard and creamed all over his cock, feeling her cum leak out every time he pulled out. Her toes curled and her legs shook as it washed over her, hardly able to keep kissing him as her tongue lazily twisted with his.

Demetri watched the point where they met, watching the mess his two best friends made as they fucked like rabbits. He tried to initiate what it felt like to have a spasming pussy wrapped around his cock, but he knew his hands were nowhere close to the feeling. So he watched as Reader wrapped her legs around Eli's narrow waist and pulled him in closer as the show came to an end.

Eli moaned and whined as he came, rutting into Reader's cunt until he couldn't anymore. His balls drew up as he sprayed her tight, velvet walls with his cum. He dropped on top of her, his face buried in her chest as she whimpered at the feeling of being filled. It was warm and came with a sense of naughtiness. It continued her buzz as her cunt milked him for every drop he had.

Demetri strangled a final groan as he came, almost forgetting that he couldn't leave any evidence of him being there. He struggled with the large ropes of cum that shot from his cock, eventually angling his cock down to come into his pants. It was a sticky, musky mess in his jeans that he knew he'd have to go home with, but as he brought his eyes up to the door, he couldn't care less.

He watched as Eli and Reader's mixed cum bubbled out from around his thick cock as he pumped her full. It was too much for her tight cunt to handle, leading to so many dirty thoughts that he couldn't control. Namely, if he had come in her it would be even harder to keep inside of her. He swallowed thickly, waiting for it to end.

Finally, Eli pulled out of Reader and a little more of his cum escaped her. He scooped it up with two fingers and stuffed it back into her used, winking hole. She moaned as he fingered it back into her, looking up at him with pouty lips and tired eyes. He leaned down to kiss her as he did it, seemingly unapologetic as Demetri panted as quietly as possible in the closet.

When he pulled his fingers out, Eli trailed them up her body as he groped her rolls. He laid himself beside her and pulled her close, kissing her again. They kissed as if it were going to be their last, hungry and needy, absolutely full of passion. They moaned into each other's mouths as if speaking their own language.

It was a world Demetri was left out of.

He watched as they came down from their highs, cuddled up to each other, their naked bodies pressed together so intimately. Meanwhile, his soft cock hung unattended, no one to slip it between their thighs as Reader was there for Eli. Her thick thighs looked so soft as he nestled his softened cock between them, staying as close to her as possible. It was romantic whilst Demetri was nothing more than a pervert in a closet.

Now that it was over, he didn't know what to make of himself other than that. A perv with a new fetish for watching his friend fuck, because he'd be a liar if he tried to tell himself he didn't want to see that again. He wanted to watch Eli hit it from the back or watch Reader be on top. He wanted to hear what it would be like when they dirty-talked to each other. There were a million possibilities.

It was a perverted fantasy that he knew he could recreate again, he just needed to time it right...

[shockinglyangel]

NSFW ALPHABET - BLAISE ZABINI

MATURE

NOT PROOFREAD

MY HEADCANNONS

A = Aftercare: Blaise was brought up by a single mother who never let her value be determined by a man, and she absolutely, definitely taught her son how to view women as a proud feminist. I would not be surprised if she sat him down and had that awkward conversation about sex and aftercare while poor Blaise had his hands on his face telling her to stop. The point is, he certainly knows how to treat a woman since his mother, and for that reason he's an absolute king at aftercare, he's extremely responsive and caring and would definitely give his tips and tricks to the boys if they asked.

B = Body part: He really likes his jawline, he's constantly mewing to keep his jaw as sharp as possible. I don't think Blaise would really care too much about his girlfriends body, but I think he would really enjoy if she had a nice ass and big thighs, I also feel as though he would place his hands on your love handles if you have them.

C = Cum: He's got a lot of it, it's quite a reward to make him cum, it's not as easy as you would think and I believe he'd really need to be in the moment to finish, but when he does, it's a lot. He would enjoy finishing on your boobs and back, especially if you have a back tattoo omg. He would also put your orgasm above his and would work for it if he really needs to.

D = Dirty Secret: lowkey wants to get caught, there's something so hot to him about someone walking in and seeing how well you guys make each other feel, especially if you're a very wanted or popular person, he'd totally love if someone walked in on you two and told everyone around the school what they'd seen, he'd feel very accomplished.

E = Experience: Blaise is no stranger to sex, he's definitely had a fair few hookups but they've always been very emotionless and never had any strings attached, a few people would be a little intimidated by how many people Blaise has slept with and if you're not the most experienced you may feel embarrassed, but he'd definitely help you learn what to do and make sure you know all the other people where just one time things and he only feels romantically about you.

F = Favourite Position: He's a doggy guy but specifically with your back arched and head to the sheets, he loves to see the curve in your back and often runs his hands up your spine, he also loves to be able to have your ass in his face and feels that doggy gives him the deepest thrusts. Slipping off the idea that he likes your ass in his face, he's a fan of reversed cowgirl, it's the position you guys would end up with after a long session, his legs bent up so you can lean on them as you ride him, his hands on your waist guiding you to your final orgasm. If he's in need of any reassurance, he needs to see your face though, eye contact is a must when he needs to know that you want to be with him, because honestly he does feel insecure sometimes since his friends are quite wanted and he's almost looked over, so give him that eye contact and loving sex to help those doubts leave his mind.

G = Goofy: You guys will be joking around the first second while making out as you enter his room, but as soon as you close the door, his entire demeanour changes and it's business time, he's a very serious guy when it comes to sex, he lowkey gives me capricorn energy when having sex, he does it for the accomplishment (kinda like Tom) but he strives towards making you finish.

H = Hair: He's so well shaven, he definitely spends hours making sure he gets every hair and doesn't hurt himself in the process, I think he would expect you to be shaved too as he is, but if you weren't, he wouldn't really mind.

I = Intimacy: He can be romantic, but when he's focused on the pleasure you and him are both receiving he's not really paying much attention to the making love aspect, he's just trying to get you both off in the best way possible. When he is romantic he goes all out, rose petals on the bed, candles all lit, a dim room with classical music in the back, this man is full of tricks and surprises, but he's more into pleasing you than flashing you with romantic gestures

J = Jack Off: He has a good amount of self control so he doesn't do it too often, he's a pro at hiding his boners so he doesn't really think to fix the issue until you're around. But if he's really desperate and you're not there he'll get himself off to a picture of you he keeps on his bedside table.

K = Kink: My man has a muffle kink, he loves going so hard that you're screaming, telling you to shut up and placing a hand over your mouth and then upping the pace and deepness, your sounds stroke his ego.

L = Location: Upright in the astronomy tower, on a table in an empty classroom, under a blanket in the common room late at night, this guy will do it anywhere and everywhere even if it's in a public place at risk of getting caught cus the rebellion turns him on.

M = Motivation: Again he's turned on by risk of getting caught so he'll slip his hand on your upper thigh and maybe even do stuff with you while you're in class, he knows he won't get caught but he enjoys the fantasy of it. If you wear anything short that shows your ass his pp is up and you have something to fix.

N = NO: Food and drink implemented into sex, Blaise has an issue with textures on his body, so don't be trying to squeeze cream on him, he might just get up and leave and drown himself in a boiling shower.

O = Oral: Loves receiving, loves giving. He enjoys watching the pleasure it gives you and giving him a blowy is the easiest way to make him finish, he'd totally demand that for a quickie.

P = Pace: Too fast dawg, you're gonna be all smushed into the sheets after it, your hair is going to be a mess and your brain is going to be foggy, but God is it good.

Q = Quickie: Quickies are quite common for you two as he enjoys risky places which obviously you have to be pretty speedy with to ensure no one finds you, but he does enjoy the aspect of spending hours with you under the sheet just doing your own thing, but a slow and sensual time is less common with him.

R = Risk: Enough said, he's a risky boy

S = Stamina: Days, weeks, months, years. This man is a sex machine, if you ask him to go for a couple of hours he totally will, he will spend the entire day pleasing you if you asked him to, he never wants the sex to end.

T = Toy: He's not all too keen on you using them on him, I feel as though he would do it if you wanted to but only a few things like cock rings or a flesh light, he would never let you peg him or use a vibrator on him, he on the other hand enjoys overstimulating you so toys are his best friend in the bedroom.

U = Unfair: A lot, he'll go until you're begging him to stop, prone to edging you, sometimes he'll even whisper something abhorrently dirty in your ear and then walk away, denying you what you need for hours until finally having his way with you.

V = Volume: He's not that loud, he'd grunt here and there but he's mainly dirty talking you or talking you through it, not really a moaner though.

W = Wild Card: He's had a threesome before with two other girls, they spent their entire time focusing on him. It was with two girls the boys kept constantly joking about him liking, but when he got with them both he refused to tell the boys what had happened, lying and saying it was just a study session, you're the only one he'd tell about this.

X = X-Ray: BIG BIG BIG, LIKE REALLY BIG, when he didn't really know how to utilise his weapon he accidentally injured a girl and had to stay over night at the infirmary with her, hoping no one asked what happened, but now he's much better and understands his limit. He does make small penis jokes with his friends, which is funny cus they truly believe he's not all that big, but out of all the boys, he's the biggest, and the best at using it - sorry not sorry.

Y = Yearning: Good with self control but constantly horny, he would never let anyone know though.

Z = ZZZ: Sex rejuvenates him, don't be surprised if this man is skipping around the dorm shirtless singing songs and making himself a sandwich, that's how you know you're good.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Hypermobility

Okay wait I have a prompt!!! If you wanna So I've been reading a lot of fics recently that are in space aus, with the whole humans are deathworlders concept (idk how this is common across my fandoms but it is so I'm binging them lol). And I had an idea based on recent irl events. – anon (long ask, cut for brevity)

inspired by my lovely @ghostofasecretary who has trained all of our friend group to look for hypermobility on account of our schlorpy joints :)

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none

Pairings: loosely implied analogical i guess, but as with most of my shit can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count; 1809

Remus glances up to see Virgil staring at Logan like his abdomen has spontaneously ruptured. He sees Roman out of the corner of his eye do the same. Virgil swallows heavily. "L," he says slowly, "what the fuck is wrong with your arms?" "Nothing is wrong with my arms, what are you talking about?" "Elbows don't bend like that!" Ah. So there was something wrong. Remus was right. Take that, human etiquette manual. Wait, shit, something's wrong with Logan.

Roman clicks at Remus as he comes onto the lab floor. Remus clicks back as he logs onto his station, sighing as he looks at the absolute mess someone's fucking made of the logs—seriously, it's only been one quarter cycle, how are they this fucked up already?—and Roman immediately leans over to see what he's sighing at.

"Wait, what's that?"

"Some xetron made an absolute fucking disaster out of the hadron logs."

Roman winces in sympathy and his carapace shifts. "Are you gonna do yours before you clean that up, or—?"

The last part of his question gest interrupted when Logan comes onto the floor, waving a brief hello with his fingers instead of his antenna—because humans don't have antennae, which was a pretty sharp learning curve for both of them when they'd been so confused as to why this human was refusing to talk to them or even show his feelings, they'd had a few apologetic shifts before Logan realized what was going on and explained everything—and raising an eyebrow when he noticed them clustered around Remus's station.

"Is there something wrong?"

"The shift before us messed up their hadron logs."

Logan rolls his eyes. "You'd think that for life forms insistent that their gravitational curves made them more naturally prepared for graviton scans, they'd have a better sense of how to record them properly."

"You're spellcasting on the acolytes, Logan."

Logan frowns, glancing at his tablet, before the equivalent phrase pings on the screen and he hums. "Ah, I see. Yes, well, if you'd like my help at any point, I only have the routine gamma sweeps to do this shift, so I should be amenable."

"Oh, I can do it, it's just a pain in my thorax."

Roman chuckles and heads back to his own station, probably to sneakily-not-so-sneakily ask some of the others on the shift who are fucking competent what the fuck happened. Remus gets himself ready to dive into the long and tedious work of redoing the spin increments and calculating the proper uncertainties for the right variables—honestly, do they even look at the readouts? It has the layout right there! And it's not like the other logs are invisible! Just look at the rows two microns above the empty one you're supposed to be filling out!—and manages to sink into a rhythm for the first half of the shift. Granted, he's absolutely muttering about how stupid it is that they aren't even calculating the basic momentum, let alone the angular velocity to account for the other celestial bodies in the middle of the waveforms, but it's fine, and Roman keeps up his running commentary of the molecular analysis machine that takes its sweet-ass time to do even the most basic of scans, and every so often he'll hear a small huff from Logan as he corrects their probe's trajectory, but for the most part, the lab is a quiet and serene place to be.

God, he can't wait until he gets rotated back to the engineering department full-time.

Like, yeah, he likes spending time with his brother, and the human's cool—he's really funny when he lets himself be, like his wit is drying than the mountain deserts on Cre-Ativa, and his facial expressions are fucking plat when their superiors are being xetrons, but there's only so much he can take of this quiet where not much happens. And he has to deal with the idiots who don't know how to format hadron logs correctly. This is the third time he's had to correct a typo that's rendered the rest of the calculations useless.

"I'm honestly about to recommend them for a review of the training course, that's how fucking serious this is."

"Maybe there's something wrong with how the keyboard is adapted for their limbs?"

"That would explain some of the typos, not all of them. And it definitely wouldn't explain why there's a massive formatting change about halfway through."

"Perhaps there's a shorthand they're using for some of the notes that we don't know about, and they're forgetting to correct them at the end of their shift."

"Yeah, but then they should tell us that, instead of—" Roman trails off and Remus looks up.

Logan is…stretching, yes, that's the right word. His limbs are extended over his head and his back is arched, but his upper limbs are…bending. Not like the way they normally bend, they're bending…too much? Not enough? The wrong way? Yeah, that's it. The wrong way.

Logan notices they've gone quiet and looks over. "Is there something wrong?"

"You're, uh," Remus stammers, "are you—okay?"

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine, what is it?"

"Nothing, nothing."

He and Roman exchange a look—the first rule in the human etiquette training manual was if they get weird, just roll with it for a reason—and get back to minding their own business. Admittedly, some of the errors do make more sense now that he's looking at it like it's some kind of shorthand he doesn't know yet, but that wouldn't explain why some of these variables are straight-up wrong and why they wouldn't bother to tell him what the shorthand is so that he's not trying to do the work of two shifts in the time of one.

Something he does appreciate is that the way the shifts in the lab are set up, opposed to engineering, is that sometimes there will be people whose shifts halfway overlap with theirs. So there's always at least one set of people that are staying in the lab while a changeover is happening and then there's not that risk that the equipment will be left unattended. Apparently they learned that lesson the hard way when the molecular exhibitor decided to go into overload in the five minutes where there wasn't anyone logged in, and nearly destroyed the matter wave projector on the station next to it. The justification was in the name of safety, but really everyone knows it's just so the higher-ups know exactly who to blame when shit goes awry.

Whatever the case may be, the door slides open to reveal the other human down here, Virgil, yawning as he makes his way over to his station.

"Hello, hello, everyone."

"Hi, Virgil!"

Virgil winces. "You are way too chipper this early in the morning."

"It's past the circadian half cycle, Virgil."

"Yeah, and?"

"I'm afraid you're going to have to acclimate to your schedule on your own time," Logan says, stretching again, "even though I'm sure your caffeine tolerance has—what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Remus glances up to see Virgil staring at Logan like his abdomen has spontaneously ruptured. He sees Roman out of the corner of his eye do the same. Virgil swallows heavily.

"L," he says slowly, "what the fuck is wrong with your arms?"

"Nothing is wrong with my arms, what are you talking about?"

"Elbows don't bend like that!"

Ah. So there was something wrong. Remus was right. Take that, human etiquette manual.

Wait, shit, something's wrong with Logan.

"Logan? Do we need to take you to medbay?" Roman's already rushing out from behind his station. "There's a pack in the corner, I can—"

"Oh, for—relax, all of you, I'm fine."

"Uh-huh, yeah, fine, that's what I'd describe elbows that bend all schlorpy as, yeah," Virgil says, "what the—does that not hurt?"

"What? No, it doesn't hurt, look, your joints—"

"My joints suck ass but at least they're fucking bending the amount they're supposed to!"

Remus isn't quite sure how human joints are capable of such a surprising and invasive act, but never let it be said he's not curious. "Your joints are capable of performing anal suction?"

"What the fuck? No! It's a turn of phrase!"

"Oh. Disappointing."

"Ignore him," Roman says, "Logan, are you sure you're—"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, I'm just—oh," he mumbles, prodding at his tablet, "what's the word for this in Common?"

"There's no word for schlorpy elbows, Logan—"

"Yes, there is!" He pokes around for a few more seconds before he lets out a noise of triumph and says something that the translators don't translate.

"It's what?" Virgil just shakes his head when Logan tries again. "I don't know what that means, bud."

Logan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, let me try it this way. What's it called when you are in a state of heightened energy and it leads to outbursts of things like running around, or talking too loudly, or being high-strung?"

"Remus," Roman offers helpfully.

"No, Roman."

"Are you talking about being excitable?"

"No, there's a specific word for it. It also serves as a prefix for being too much of something, or an overabundance of something."

"Too much—do you mean the word hyper?"

"Yes! Yes, that's it. And then what's the name of the thing that some people hang over cribs that have little stars or animals?"

Virgil stares at Logan for another moment. "You mean a baby mobile?"

"Yes, but only the second word."

"Mobile?"

"Yes, that's it. Then put the two words together—"

"There were probably so many other ways you could've said you were hypermobile, L, I'm just gonna put that out there—"

"Well, it got you to guess it, didn't it?"

"It's too fucking early for this shit."

"Again, it is afternoon—"

"Shut up."

Roman looks back and forth between the two humans, still twitching as though he's going to be asked to sprint for the medbay at a moment's notice. "So…is Logan…are you alright?"

"Yes, for the fourth time, I'm fine. Virgil's just a little excitable, that's all."

"You try being normal when joints are doing unexpected things," Virgil mumbles, more to his caf than anything else, but he reaches behind himself to pat Roman's carapace. "He's fine, his body just does that."

"But you said it bends the wrong way, how is that fine?"

"There is a thing known as hypermobility," Logan says, "it…oh, dear, it basically means that certain joints will bend…more."

"He's not hurt, that's pretty much all I know."

Roman looks like he's about to protest but Remus just clicks at him. They exchange another look as the humans settle back to work.

Humans are weird, just gotta roll with it.

These hadron logs, on the other hand—

"I'm gonna punt these flimflobbers into the next star we see."

"Can I help? They fucked up the carbon dating program as well."

"How do you fuck that up?"

"Ask them, not me!"

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[judesluvr]

no bc just imagine getting him off in a club like that and just thinking he’d take u to the bathroom but he just hides ur body w his and begs u just to make him cum

oh my, like he's so heavily pressed against you that you can hardly breathe, the rest of the club becoming a distant background memory as you'd claw at his lower stomach. the hiss from his lips would be something you'd learn to crave, your fist wrapping around his cock once more as you'd drag your wrist up and down him. but your movements wouldn't last long as they'd halt, hand snaking from his trousers as you'd fan your fingers over his lower stomach once more, "we're gonna' be seen..."

and jude's fingers would wrap around your wrist, tugging it back to his unzipped trousers as he bucked his hips harder into you, wanting you to feel his hardened length press into you. you did, your face burning under the shadows of the nightclub corner as you felt the throb between your own thighs. his eyes would fall to the curve of your tits, the material of your shirt so thin he could see the outline of the swell, his air being dragged from his lungs at the thought of letting his cock slip between them.

he knew he could lead you to the bathroom stalls and have his way with you behind the thin privacy of the walls, but the thrill of cumming right here, surrounded by strangers, was something he couldn't stop thinking about. your thumb grazing over his tip as you felt the pre-cum that was already building, the thick liquid already causing his boxers to go damp.

"make me cum, please make me cum," jude's voice was so low and so whiney you felt your own breathing hitch in your throat. your palm stroked him a couple more times, your wrist angling his cock so his tip felt the air of the nightclub around him; he was close, your teasing all night had brought him to this state and he was making it very clear. he ducked his head to the shell of your ear, eyes screwed shut as he started so slowly fuck himself into your hand, "let me cum baby, just like this-"

[spatialwave]

limoreau training together!!

you read my mind!!! omg. thanks for asking 🩵 word count: 769

-

ever since their unfortunate run-in with luke, jordan had realized that marie needed some help with training. it’s not that she was a bad fighter, per se, but she could use some refining. to learn how to analyze movements within seconds and how to predict what others may do. most of all, to feel confident enough to not have to run from a fight.

since she was only a freshman, she didn't have access to the combat classes that helped strengthen jordan's abilities. intro to crimefighting could only teach you so much. that's why jordan decided to mentor marie because the last thing they wanted was for her to get hurt. especially now that they were getting looped into the mess that was created by brink and dean shetty.

//

"you can stop going easy on me now," marie's voice was harsh as she spoke from the other side of the mats, her forehead wet with sweat and voice breathy. her knees were slightly bent and two fists held out just in front of her.

they were focusing on hand-to-hand combat during this training session. jordan wanted to analyze marie's strength and agility. not only that, but a bloodied gym wasn't favourable to the others who were training on the equipment.

"fine," jordan answered with a knowing smile, their female form shifting into their male form as they cracked their fisted fingers with their thumbs, "don't cry when you get hurt." they teased, to which marie only replied with a playful roll of her eyes.

she was the first to step forward, ducking quickly when jordan retaliated with a thrown fist. as she straightened up, she slammed a fist forward into jordan's stomach and was greeted with no reaction, just the slightest sliding of their feet along the floor mats.

"fuck," she whispered under her breath, knowing that with jordan in their male form, she would hardly have a chance at getting at them. it was her own fault for wanting more, even though she hadn't pinned them down - not even once.

they'd been fighting for over twenty minutes now and her back had met with the mat five times already. hovered over by a smug jordan. if she could be using her power, she knew that things would be going differently.

"not sorry," they whispered to her, grinning once more as they grabbed her wrist and pulled her past their side until her chest landed hard against the ground. the pulsing sound of their shifting form was heard as they pressed their smaller hand firmly against her spine and held her against the mat, "are you done yet?"

marie groaned as she turned her head, looking over her shoulder as far as she could, "what kind of training is this?" she huffed as she struggled beneath jordan's weight, "it's not really fair when you get to just be... impenetrable whenever you want!"

a laugh bubbled up from jordan as they shifted themselves off of her, standing up slowly and holding a hand for her to take, which she did reluctantly, "it's not my fault i'm a double package," they smirked, "and i seem to recall you asking for me to not go easy on you." they answered.

marie let out a grunt as she stood up, fixing her tanktop straps that had fallen down her shoulder, which hadn't gone unnoticed by jordan's prying eyes.

silence took over for a moment between them, only the sounds of their heavy breathing being heard. along with the sounds of the other students who were clanging metal weights around.

"okay," jordan broke the silence, "come on, poor sport. next time we'll cover the place in plastic tarp so you can get me all bloody," they spoke rather theatrically, their lips curved into a tight smile that reached their eyes, extending their hand once more for her to take.

marie's doe brown eyes flickered down to their hand, meeting it with her own so their fingers intertwined perfectly, "you're a dick." she said, unable to hide the happiness radiating off of her even though she was trying to be annoyed with them.

"not a dick. just realistic," jordan added as they nudged their shoulders together, "and have to promise me that you won't get pouty when i inevitably throw you across the gym," they added as the two of them walked off of the mats and towards the locker room, hand-in-hand.

"i'd like to see you try," marie said through a smile that she couldn't shake off, leaning over to press a kiss to jordan's temple as they went for a shower.

[darlingsfandom]

Reader gets a new job at a strip club she shows how good she is at doing the splits at home for the boys ;)

I'm assuming you mean Steddie ! If not... I tried!

"She was supposed to be home fifteen minutes ago!" Steve kept pacing as Eddie laid back on the couch flipping through the tv.

"Relax Steve, just because she call you daddy doesn't mean you have to act like her dad." Eddie kept his eyes glued to the tv while Steve furrowed his eyebrows together at him.

"Well excuse ME! For Being worried about OUR girlfriend !" Eddie rolled his eyes again before standing up and placing his hands on Steve's shoulders.

"She's fine! She's a big girl Steve! Just because she's a stripper now doesn't mean she's automatically going to get hurt ." Eddie kissed Steve's forehead just as you opened the front door and closed it carefully.

"Oh my god where have you been! And oh wow, that's ... wow!" Steve stumbled over his words as you set down your bag of tips on the little coffee table in the middle of the trailer. Between the money and the fact you were in a red bikini top and short shorts, both of them could've came in their pants just form looking at you.

"Jeez, it's like you worried I got kidnapped or something" you chuckled grabbing the water bottle from Eddie's hand and stealing a kiss from his plump lips.

"Yeah Steve was!" Eddie blurted out causing Steve to hit him in the chest which made you laugh as you shook your head.

"I'm home now and I wanted to show you two something I learned from one of the other girls!" You said happily while pointing to the couch so they'd sit down. Both of them sat on the edge with their eyes glued to every inch of you.

Your hands ran over your body slowly making sure to play with the strings on your bikini top and pulling it down your arms but not showing them your tits just yet. You did a quick turn and dropped down low enough to almost touch the ground but you didn't. You bent forward as your back was to them and pulled yourself back up with ease as you flung the top behind you and it landed on Steve's lap. You peeked over your shoulder and blew them a kiss before bending back over to touch your toes. Eddie had a string of drool hanging from his lips and Steve? Steve had a boner that he wasn't even trying to hide.

You pulled yourself back up and swung your hair before standing in front of them face to face with your tits exposed and their eyes were huge. Your pretty pink lips curved into a smirk as you raised up your arms and fell down into the splits perfectly. Both of them stood and started clapping as if they were at the club with you. You giggled at them as Steve rushed over and pulled you to your feet.

"Bedroom please! Now!" Steve yanked your arm with a hurry as Eddie shut off the tv and chased behind you two to join in on what fun what was about to happen.

[nsewell]

tw: brief discussion of religion

North America, 1935. They’ve done a twenty-four kilometer dead sprint circumference of the farmland that borders a desolate inkspot on Nat’s map of the Texas Panhandle, and it’s all rows of cultivated fields and nothing, nothing, nothing. At a copse of cedar elms there’d been a cage lodged into a flaky patch of mud, but that was all that remained of the Trapper caravan that had passed through this area. They’d since moved on, taking their captives with them, and from the tarnishing metal, it seems they’d done so a while ago. Somewhere vaguely westward is all they can gauge.

Ava kicks the cage in frustration, hard enough to crack a bone that mends before the pain can topple her, and then says with mustered control, “We need to be quicker. We need to get back on the trail.”

“We need to rest,” Nat returns patiently and it only takes that for Ava to concede, exhausted with sun and hunger and loathe to deny her. 

They slouch in the weeds and the sun burnished grass together and sip from their canteens of blood, replenishing energy expelled in the chase. Nat’s half ration reserve beads down her chin as she drinks with always just a tinge of desperation, and tells Ava about a drought to the north. She talks like this sometimes, just to talk. Relays to Ava current affairs that she’s read in a paper, and does not expect her to answer. 

The sky is a yawning chasm above, the heat a brutalizing line on their necks. They’ve kicked up enough muck and dust to coat their bodies entirely, and warrant a thorough washing before reconvening at the inn with the other half of their team for the next leg of their journey. They end up tracing their steps back to a lake that they’d passed, and when they get there Nat says, “Oh,” with a wary eye on the wide waterline and her arms tucked against her sides and Ava understands. As if in a desire to be clean and cool she had forgotten the manner to achieve it. 

“I miss the Turkish bathhouses,” Nat sighs. “We’ve traded mint leaves for river reeds.” Ava thinks it a rather meager attempt to cover her trepidation when she can see the way the curve of her wrists are shaking against the fabric of her blouse. Instead, reaches over to grip her shoulder in a reassuring squeeze and lending of strength. 

“You philistine. Come to the shore, and I’ll help you.” 

Ava wades calf deep to fill her empty canteen with water and returns to Nat who is watching her from the pebbled bank, all willowy grace like a river nymph, or else a specter at the water’s edge. Who will go no further. She directs Nat to kneel low enough so she can douse her face clean, and the younger vampire emits a soft chuckle when Ava presses her thumb into the divot of tender skin behind her ear and hold her gaze to the sky.

 “What’s so funny?” Ava asks.

“Just a thought I had. This feels baptismal.” Nat crosses her arms across her chest in an affected, reverent gesture.

Ava lifts a brow. “Were you baptized?” It means nothing to her and she isn't sure why she has a notion to ask. In the swathe of wide topics that have carried them debating through the centuries, religion has never come up.

“Yes, of course. I was born into a self respecting Anglican family of the gentry. Or half of one at least,” Nat recalls, and her accent slips a touch to the cadence of palatial drawing rooms and garden soirees. The one she'd had when they'd first met. “My mother and step-father didn’t want to illegitimize me further, for all the good it did my soul.” 

Ava takes a half-step back and carefully watches Nat's face. “You don’t believe that.” They’ve dealt with hauntings, yes. Banshees, ghouls and the like. Things that have slipped through the perilously thin cracks of the Echo World. Never something that was an inclination of the human soul, evidence of a life beyond this one. “After all you’ve learned and seen.” 

“In the soul? I’m not sure. I’ve thought a lot about it. Sometimes. Aren’t we as vampires spirits by definition? Left behind imprints of a human that once walked the Earth. If we die do we leave a trace, or has the trace already been left?”  

“If you’re going to philosophize you can do this yourself,” Ava tells her wholly fond.

A thread of warm laughter always underscores any teasing that Nat does and this one melts into the dry breath of wind sweeping the north Texas plains. Genial and tender. “There's a very old adage I'm sure you're familiar with, even with all your reclusion, my friend-you started it.”

[piratekane]

7 or 9 for the fic challenge please?

nine: shh, you're safe. i won't let you go.

Ava comes to with a gasp, an ungodly sound that ricochets around the room like a loose pinball. Beatrice hears it rattle in her chest and reaches for Ava immediately, pulling her into her side. Ava goes willingly, already burying her face into the curve of Beatrice's neck.

Ava feels clammy where their skin meets but Beatrice doesn't shy away from it, holding her closer. She can feel Ava's body shiver and she slides a hand into Ava's hair, rubbing at the one spot she knows always seems to calm Ava quicker.

After a moment, she feels Ava relax and their pulse starts to sync - a quiet thud, thud, thud of their hearts. There's a hot exhale against her collarbone and she can see Ava's self-conscious and shaky smile in her mind. She wants to get ahead of Ava's apology but she's not quick enough, still a little sluggish at being woken up so quickly.

"I'm sorry."

Beatrice doesn't linger on it, doesn't want to get into a pointless back and forth where Ava furiously apologizes and Beatrice tries to get her to understand that it's okay.

"Did you have that dream again?"

Ava nods against her. Beatrice's arm tighten around Ava's shoulders. She presses her lips to Ava's temple, breathing in the smell of the shampoo she uses - sweet coconut. Ava's hand slides over her waist, fingers hooking on her hip.

Beatrice waits. She's learned that Ava needs a minute before she's ready to talk about it. She feels it before she hears it, feels Ava's bottom lip graze her skin as she opens her mouth to speak.

"It hurts. It's like thousand cuts in my skin, or-or shards of glass. I feel like I can't breathe, you know? Like each time I try to breathe in, the shards sink in deeper." Ava trembles.

Beatrice holds her a little closer. I'm here, she tries to tell her. I'm going to protect you. "

"You're there, holding me up."

Her grip tightens. Yes, I will always be there.

"But we're too late. It's too much." Ava's fingernails scratch a B into her skin where her t-shirt has ridden up in the night. Their bare legs slide together. She's not sure when the modesty fled them, but she doesn't think hard about it. "I tried to get you to take the Halo but you wouldn't."

Beatrice shakes her head. "I won't."

Ava is quiet for a long minute. Beatrice sits in the silence, not quite uncomfortable with it. They've been stretching out longer lately, the more the dreams persist.

It started a few weeks after they arrived in the Alps. Ava woke, crying and reaching for Beatrice. She had been frozen then, unsure of what to do, how to comfort Ava. But Ava had done all the hard work, pulling Beatrice into a position that didn't require much of her. They'd laid in silence, Beatrice working a hand through Ava's hair in a way that she hoped offered some solace, letting Ava work through her tears slowly.

But it wasn't until the fourth time, when the tears showed no signs of stopping, that she finally said something. Beatrice coaxed it out of her slowly in halting words. The Halo was humming loud enough to drown them out as Ava whispered what happened. But it - and Ava - settled after all of the words were out, after all the tears had dried and Ava had fallen into a dreamless sleep in her arms.

(When Ava woke up, she told Beatrice she hadn't slept that well in forever. It terrified her - she's never been someone like that for anyone, someone who could grant them some measure of peace. Ava must have noticed, because she laughed and pressed a kiss to the apple of her cheek, breathing a thank you against her skin.)

And now, with every dream that comes, Beatrice know what to do, knows to pulls Ava into her arms and calm her with her a steady heartbeat and steady fingers in her hair.

"I was dying," Ava finally says.

Beatrice knows, has heard this before. "You're not going to die."

The first time, Ava had scoffed and nearly rolled away from her. You don't know that, she had said, an unusual edge to her voice. Now she just clutches Beatrice a little tighter.

"The Arc was there. You carried me to it."

I carried you to it. I touched your face. I let you go, her mind supplies as Ava breathes the familiar words out against her neck.

Ava's voice is strangled when she says, "Beatrice."

"Shh," Beatrice whispers, still feeling like she's speaking too loud. She pulls Ava impossibly closer. "You're safe."

"Bea," Ava breathes. There's something hot and wet on her collarbone.

"I won't let you go," she promises. "I will never let you go."

"You do. You will." Ava's words are weighed down with tears. "You have to, to save me."

Beatrice blinks back her own tears. "No," she says firmly. She's certain of this, more certain of anything she's ever been in her life - save Ava. "No, I'll find another way to save you. I'll figure something out. We will." Her heart feels like it's hammering out of her chest. "I'm not going to just give you away."

"You can't promise that."

"Watch me." She leans away, works a hand under Ava's chin to lift her head until their eyes meet. "I will not let you go."

Ava's eyes search hers but she must find the conviction Beatrice feels behind the shaking fear that also exists, because she nods silently and leans back in, burrowing into the hollow space she just left.

Beatrice sets her jaw, a solemn promise to herself that no matter what, Ava is not going anywhere. Beatrice is not letting her go anywhere alone, not letting Ava out of her sight. It's more than her job, this is her mission. Protect Ava. Save Ava. Hold onto Ava for as long as she can and longer even then.

Later, when Ava's dream becomes a reality, when she has to let Ava go to save her, she'll cry hot tears and clutch the pillow Ava would have slept on. She'll whisper liar at the ceiling until she hears another voice in her head, Ava's, telling her to be kind to herself, that this is what had to happen, to save them all. And she'll listen like she's always listened to Ava, and find that same conviction buried in her heart.

No, she's not going to let Ava go.

But for now, she'll smooth fingers across the perfect circle of the Halo, feel it warm under her fingertips, and keep her breathing steady for Ava to follow it, until it lulls her to sleep.

And she'll hold on tight.

[americorys]

Chenford + "Would you run away with me?"

Tim shuts his eyes, but keeps his hand on her hip, his thumb pressed into the curve of her waist. He exhales slowly, dragging his thumb over the curve once, twice, three times. "Where would we go?"

Lucy hums in thought and he knows he has a minute to regroup, then – she'll be considering locations for at least a minute.

He's not sure how they wound up here: her straddling his lap, her face close to his, her breath warm against his skin. They were supposed to be talking about how, exactly, to handle the whole work issue – they'd even gone as far as to start on opposite sides of the couch, but it's like they're made of magnets, or something.

This has happened three nights in a row, so he doesn't know why he's surprised, but...still. They should be talking, not...breathing, and touching, and taking each other in.

He's not going to stop them, but it's an observation just the same.

"Greece," she murmurs, after a long few moments, and Tim snaps back into himself with a soft laugh. "We could go to Greece."

"Oh, yeah?" He licks his lips, his eyes still closed as he feels her slide further into him, her torso pressed to his, her lips brushing over his left cheek. "You think I'd be a good travel companion?"

Lucy giggles and his throat goes tight, because the sound of it – all sweetness and sincerity as her breath grazes over his skin – is one of his new favorites. He's relishing in it, especially because he hasn't heard it all that often just yet. "I think you'd be too warm to wear a shirt most of the time," she shrugs, leaning her forehead against his as she hums, thinking. "I think you'd be fun to walk around some ruins with...and," she taps her fingers lightly against his bicep, the grin audible in her voice, "we'd both be on equal footing learning an entirely different alphabet, so you wouldn't get annoyed at me for knowing how to speak to the locals when you don't."

Tim barks out a laugh, wrapping his arm a bit tighter around her waist as he tips his head back, Lucy taking the opportunity to press her lips to the hollow of his throat. "You want to learn greek with me?"

She nods gently, nipping at his earlobe. "I want to learn all kinds of things with you. New language," she kisses a line down to his jaw, "new food," she presses a soft kiss to his chin, lifting her gaze to meet his, "new customs."

"Only you can make customs sound dirty," he mumbles, sliding a hand up her back and dipping it into her hair. He pulls her head back a bit, watching as she raises her brow at him in question. "What?"

"Why are you thinking so hard right now," she breathes, pressing a hand to his cheek, letting her thumb drag over his jaw. "Come to Greece with me, it's much nicer than wherever you are in that head of yours."

Tim swallows, searching her face for a long moment. We have to talk about this, he wants to say out loud, he tries to communicate with his eyes instead. We have to figure out what we're going to do before it bites us in the ass. He leans his cheek into her hand. "I'm just trying to figure things out."

Lucy traces her thumb over his lower lip. "Okay, well stop trying to figure everything out," she murmurs. "Just focus on now with me."

He lets out a low, raspy laugh. "Now, in Greece?"

Her mouth breaks into a grin as she leans into him, her lips ghosting against his. "Exactly," she murmurs, then kisses him lightly.

Tim swears he hears her mutter a very quiet, "opa," into his mouth before she traces her tongue along his lower lip and words go out the window.