#this is a good way to forget about what happened and she buries herself in her menial jobs and one night stands

[youcanthelpbutbecomethesun]

Just can't help but think of Taissa drunkenly calling Shauna whilst outside a college party post break-up with Van sobbing and stumbling and Shauna being there for her but trying so hard not to be Sad and so Angry that those two can't just sort out their shit, because the only thing keeping them apart is each other and she never Got To Have Jackie, because she wasn't brave enough and she died whilst they fought. But obviously she just consoles a drunk morose Tai, who won't remember anything the next day, the only evidence of their conversation the 42 minute phone call in her call log.

[wlwloverwrites]

Sub!Nat smut now:))

a/n: I should be working and studying for my finals, but this seemed more important. Something short for all my lovers.

Warnings: failed attempted at 69ing which slowly just turns into (reversed?) face sitting, light praise kink, oral sex, mentions of biting, smut 18+

Main Masterlist

Lover Hour Masterlist

You hiss against her thighs when you feel Natasha’s teeth sink into a small part of your inner thigh. You are close to nudging her off your thigh, but she is quick to lick the sting away, a silent and wet sorry. She peppers light kisses on your thighs, switching between the left and right one. You can’t help but sigh against the heaven pressed so close to your face. Her calves sandwich your head between her thighs and you swear you hear a quiet moan when your tongue licks a stripe from her puffy clit to her leaking hole.

“Feels good,” Natasha sighs, completely forgetting about your prior agreement. It was a joke at first, something along the lines of ‘I’ll eat you if you eat me.’ You knew this would happen, but she forbids you from calling her out. Natasha Romanoff is somewhat a pillow princess. It’s a secret she forced you to swear you’d take to your grave.

“Yeah, baby?” You tease, digging your fingers in her the flesh of her ass and spread her apart.

Her breathless ‘yes’ is cut off by a whiney moan when you blow air against her glistening pussy. Before she can complain, because you know she is about to complain, you use your grip on her ass to pull her onto your mouth. You waste no time, you lick everything she has to offer. Burying yourself between her thighs until there is no room to breathe. The pleasure is consuming for both you and Natasha.

You could not ask to be in a better position.

Is it a little hard to breathe? Yes.

Is your neck going to be a bit sore tomorrow? Yes.

Is the love of your life who is currently sitting on your face worth the soreness and lightheadedness? Thousand percent yes.

“Oh fuck.”

You can barely hear her whimpers and moans but you know they are getting more frequent with the way she is spilling onto your tongue, feeding the greed your tastebuds have.

You can’t help but smile against her clit when you feel Natasha practically go limp on top of you. She truly is made to look pretty on a bunch of pillows. Problem is this makes it a bit hard for you to do your work.

Light, repetitive taps on Natasha’s outer thighs bring her out of her empty head. You hum against her skin, letting your fingertips weightlessly drag over her skin.

“Natty, baby?”

“What’s wrong?” She has now transferred all her weight from your face to your torso. Her head is perfectly cushioned using your thighs as pillows.

“Need you to do something for me.”

“Oh, I’ll do it n-”

“No, I could care less about that,” You swear you hear her sigh in relief before you continue. What a pillow princess. “Need you sit up right and ride my face.”

Natasha holds her breath for a few seconds. She knows you know that she doesn’t like putting in the work, but she also knows whenever she does you treat her good.

Your tongue finds itself licking her clean again when you don’t get an answer. “Can you do that for me, Natty?”

In a span of a few seconds and some convincing licks, Natasha’s head is no longer resting your thighs, instead her head is tilted back. Surprisingly, she is sitting upright; she careful to not put all her weight on your face. Her hands, which are on each of your thighs, brace herself and she pays no attention to the pain her nails instill in the meat of your thighs. Surely there will be marks tomorrow, but you know she’s sorry.

“Good job, baby.”

You silently tell her to start moving her hips with your grip on thighs. Reluctantly, she starts to grind her hips against your mouth. You lay there with your mouth open wide and tongue sticking out. Natasha whines particularly loud when you move your tongue towards her hole. Her hips want to freeze, tired and lazy but your words of encouragement keep her from doing so.

“Come on, Natty. Don’t you want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

Your words work almost as well as shot of espresso. Her hips are quick to work her body up and down, chasing her climax, but they are still lazy. Her hands go up to her breasts. Her hands grip each one to stop them from bouncing. Before she knows it she is playing with both nipples, whimpering even louder. You can picture her, filthy and whiny.

“I- Fuck.”

Awkwardly, your hand finds its way between her thighs. You make sure to not move too much given the woman on top of you is very close to begging to come. You want to laugh at the gasp of air she sucks in when your thumb finds her clit.

You already know.

Natasha’s brain is fuzzy. There isn’t a single thought —besides maybe being mad at you for making her ride your face— in her head. She is preoccupied with the pleasure she feels. Her eyes are rolled back, her nipples are sore from her own torture, and her pussy is clenching on your tongue.

“Can I come?”

Your thumb moves a little faster.

“Oh shit. Can I? Please.”

You let out a loud hum, making her hip jerk and then making her squeeze out a breathless ‘thank you’ and moan. She gushes all over your tongue. The taste of her fills your mouth, easing the greed your buds had. This pleasure is even more consuming causing her body falls onto of yours, bringing her clit even closer to your lips. Ignoring her obvious need to catch her breath and take a break, you lick her throbbing clit. She whines when you don’t stop. She falls apart on your tongue a second time. You don’t stop licking until she finally pulls away from your loose grip on her thighs.

She turns her body to lay next to you. Boneless and breathless, her hands go up to cover her eyes, overwhelmed. You swear you hear her let out a curse when she finally catches her breath. Natasha giggles when she hears you sit up.

“Did you like it?” You whisper against her skin. You climb on top of her, dragging your lips from her pelvis to her chest. You pepper light kisses on her each of her breasts befroe heading to her neck.

“Mhmm. Loved it,” Natasha hums happily, tilting her head to the side go give you better access to the sensitive spot on the underside of her jaw.

“See what happens when you put in a little more work?”

“Actually I hated that part.”

“Such a princess.”

“Hey!”

[rimunagenius]

Only Angel — K.M

❝ words : 1.5k ❞

❝ warnings : RPF!! , suggestive , body worship , jealous!Kate , fwb theme ❞ (dk if i forgot anything, if i did lmk!)

❝ rimunagenius speaks : sorry this took a literal fortnite to complete LMAO (pls idek if this good :// )…anyways i have summer school bc o my fuck ass chem teacher soooo lowk might take a while to put other stuff out but i’ll try i promise!! ❞

| Women’s Basketball Masterlist |

I saw this angel

I really saw an angel

Kate noticed you on the baseline at every single one of your home games. Your black and gold cheer uniform fitting you insanely perfect. Your short skirt and your form fitting top. You looked so pretty, so beautiful, so angelic, you were truly a distraction sometimes. The way you moved hypnotizing her whenever she wasn't focused on her team. 

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see

That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me

I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth

And there's nothing I can do about it

It took about five months of dancing around the physical attraction you both had towards the other before making what was happening between you two something. You both had amazing futures set out for you, establishing yourselves in your sports. You were on track to become a professional cheerleader, NFL cheerteams already inviting you to camps. 

Kate was optimistic that she'd become a prospect in the upcoming draft. Deciding to continue to put all he focus into basketball. So why on earth were you both suddenly trying to pursue something that could be nuclear to your careers. 

Kate had been buried between your legs for the better part of an hour. "Oh my god, Kate. I love you." The initial shock in the declaration immediately set a new tone in the atmosphere that you two had spent months building up. 

Her lips paused the attack on you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips, now accepting the consequences of your own actions. "Im sorry, what?" There was no denying the cultivation of feelings you two began to nurse. There was no point in lying to herself that she didn't feel the same way. 

"Forget it, just please, don't stop." You squirmed under her gaze. Now growing increasingly uncomfortable with the look she seemed to be giving you, and now uncomfortable with the abrupt confession. 

"You know that I can't just drop basketball." She sighed, her forefingers pinching the bridge of her nose. The frustration that immediately began to build within your chest, at her action of dismissing your confession. 

"Alright, whatever. Forget about it, didn't mean it anyways." You sighed heavily, suggestively spreading your legs, signalling her to continue, foregoing any act of bashfullness and self preservation you had to give. 

"No, because we had this conversation. I need to focus on basketball right now. Not to sound rude but you're not in the picture yet. I'm pretty sure I'm not even in the picture for you're life right now." The short tone she took with you was something almost foreign. 

You didn't like the tone, rolling your eyes at her. Suddenly the small smirk you grew accustomed to in this scene, inching it's way onto her face. So over the awkwardness but totally enthralled by the way she manages to manipulate the situation to make  it seem less harsh than it really is, annoys you. She’s so good at making you forget about why you were mad at her when she has that look on her face. Chuckling softly, looking away to your left, you grabbed her blonde hair at the back of her head and shoved her head back down where you both were needing. 

The slight aggression and dominance you took elicited a gravel moan from the depths of her throat. The reverberation could be felt everywhere. You guys just couldn't help but feel the way you felt for each other. 

Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door

I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor

Couldn't you take home to mother in a skirt that short

But I think that's what I like about it

Kate didn't know what it was but the feeling brewing in her chest from the sight of you with another girl had her on a whole new level. You guys never put a label on what it was between the both of you. You guys just had a common ground.

Thats why she didn't know why she was pounding the living shit our of your door at two in the morning. Team outing at a local bar in Iowa City, invite extended to you from your mutual friends, turned into you leaving with another girl. She was your friend, deciding you were tired of your shoes, opting to go home and drink your own beer without people bothering you and asking if you two were single. Seemed like the most optimal solution. Until you realized that the pounding on your door signaled you forgot to tell Kate. 

Kate had felt the anger and anxiety build up in her the longer her fist repeatedly connected with the wooden door of your apartment. The dread of finding another girl in the apartment where she thought only you two seemed to find yourself in more often then not was unsettling. Mainly because she thought this was going somewhere but you just called it casual. She had you. 

"Jesus Christ, Kate. It's two in the morning, what the fuck are you doing?" You looked at her perplexed, the cold breeze hitting you from the hallway. You wrapped your arms around yourself, the crop top and the short sleep shorts you made yourself comfortable in now suddenly sounding like the worst idea. 

"Who did you leave with?" Is she fucking serious right now? You looked at her like she had suddenly grown two more heads. 

"Are you serious? That's why you came banging on my door at two in the fucking morning? Because you wanted to know who I left the bar with?" The animosity in your voice growing as she continued to keep the straight face she had since you opened the door, but moved on her feet in anticipation. 

"Yeah. Was she a friend or...?" You genuinely laughed at the way she was acting. Two nights ago you had confessed that you loved her accidentally, but truthfully, and all she could say was you weren't what she envisioned herself with in the future. Atleast not yet. So you both decided to continue doing what you have been for the last two months. 

"Like you care?" You scoffed, walking away from the door, letting her in. She closed the door behind her, kicking her shoes off, and hanging her jacket up on the hook next to yours. You walked through the whole apartment, knowing she’d follow. She did. You didn't say a single thing but just look at her while she saw no girl had been in your apartment. 

"She was my friend, Kate. She was in one of my classes and we came here for and she only stayed for like twenty minutes before she walked to her floor." You now stood in the middle of your room, a room Kate had been all too familiar with. 

"That's it?" Kate's brows raised, her body inching closer to yours. 

"Yes. I'm not easy you know." You rolled her eyes, unintentionally getting a rise out of Kate. For some reason she seemed to like when you had an attitude with her. "Don't even think about it, Kate." You looked at her, the knowing gaze her eyes held that your eyes were trained to remember. 

"Why not? You’re always easy for me." Her voice dropping and becoming faint as she slowly reached one hand to your waist. She knew you’d let her have her way. You always did. You were just equally as dirty and needy for Kate as she was for you. She couldn’t take you anywhere…she loved it. She got to have you in private any way she wanted.

"You're seriously asking that after you just stormed into my apartment thinking I was sleeping with another woman when that wasn't the deal we made. The lack of boundaries you seem to have." You sighed as her other hand connected with your waist, pulling you into her chest while her lips started their attack on your neck. 

"Mhm." She hummed softly, planting an open mouthed kiss right below your ear. 

"Kate, are you serious?" You were genuinely shocked that she just forewent her previous accusation against you, and suddenly thinks she'll get lucky tonight. It was slowly working, dammit.

"Why are you still talking, baby?" Her hands on your waist slipped underneath the hem of your crop top, her cold, ringclad fingers, slowly traveling the familiar path that brought her so much pleasure. Her eyes now looking into yours, she smiled before looking at your lips. 

Who were you to resist her when she looked this good? You probably should have but there was no going back after you connected your lips. It didn't take more than two seconds to have her slowly backing you up against the side of your bed, making you fall onto your back. 

You inched your way towards the headboard, you resting neatly on the pillows as you watched her discard her shirt. She got onto the bed, working her way from you bare legs, all the way up your stomach. The way she crawled slowly above you, ravishing you before she intended to tear you apart was so sultry and almost cinematic that you couldn't even breathe. 

Later on, the talk needed to be had. You both would have to unanimously decide to commit to one another. There was nothing casual about the way her lips traveled to every part of your body, with small chants of appraisal leaving her lips, ghosting your skin with goosebumps in their wake...nothing casual about it. 

"You're like an actual angel, baby. Can't get enough of you." Her lips barely articulated the words that she desperately needed to get off her chest, as they tried to kiss you everywhere all at once. You almost didn't catch it when she kissed up the apex of your thighs, mumbling 'mine' over and over again. 

In her eyes, you were literally an angel, needing to be worshipped.

She's an angel

My only angel

[fandomnerd9602]

First Kiss

Stepsister!Wanda x Reader (Teen AU)

High school. It’s rough for you. On the downside, you have to deal with grades, social circles and the constant reminder of the crushing loneliness that first love creates. But on the bright side, you got an amazing stepdad Django Maximoff, and a cute and quirky stepsister Wanda Maximoff.

It was just after home room. You were feeling happy as could be. Your plan was to ask out Carol Danvers, Captain of the school’s volleyball team. You had practiced in the mirror and even asked Django for advice. He was more than happy to oblige.

You walked to your second period class with a pep in your step. You sat next to her and you seemed to have a good vibe between you and her. And then you turned the corner and stopped dead in your tracks.

Carol was standing there she was kissing James ‘Rhodey’ Rhodes and then she turned and kissed Valkyrie.

“Bye babes” she said with a wink. Your heart shattered. Luckily she didn’t notice you. Or maybe it was unlucky. You didn’t know. Your head was spinning.

“Y/N!” Wanda called out to you with a smile. She didn’t quite grasp what was wrong with you. She gave you a gentle shake. “You okay?”

“I-I don’t know” you just walked into class and sat down wordlessly next to Carol. And for the first time, you didn’t care.

The rest of the school day was a blur. You went from school to your own bedroom in an almost zombie like state. You felt absolutely alone and helpless. Your high school crush had a girlfriend…and a boyfriend.

You just curled up on your bed and just buried your head in your pillow in sheer embarrassment. You felt as embarrassed as the numerous times that you found yourself staring just a little too long at your step sister. In truth, Wanda was the one you truly loved.

Her kindness, her humor, her beauty, everything about her drove you crazy with love. But she was your step sister. You had hoped that if you focused on another girl your age, maybe you’d somehow focus your affections on her rather than Wanda.

But even that didn’t work because the only other girl you liked was part of a throuple.

You just buried your head in your pillow and grunted in embarrassment. And then came a soft knock at your door.

“Go away” you mumbled. “Nursing a broken heart in here”

“You sound like a dying moose” Wanda spoke up from behind the door. You couldn’t help but smile.

Wanda entered a second later with a cup of tea for you. “You okay, Y/N?”

“I don’t know if you saw it but Carol…she’s uhh…”

“I saw that…” Wanda huffed, “she can’t really make up her mind. Just pick one and be faithful”

“I’m never gonna find love” you mumbled before taking a sip.

“I’m sure Pietro would tell you the same.” She giggled.

“How’s your mom and Pietro doing?” You inquired.

“Malibu’s fine for them. I miss my bratok tho” she sighed. “But I know Pietro would love hanging out with you.”

“Life’s weird, Wanda.” You stated Esther pitifully. “I haven’t had my first kiss yet”

“Neither have I” she smirked, “although few have tried. No one can conquer the witch!”

Wanda throws her hands in the air and faked conjuring up some kind of magic. You couldn’t help but laugh. And then she laughed along with you. It just felt right being there with her.

You stared at her. She stared at you. A small blush made its way across her face.

“Y-you know,” she gently moved a stray strand of hair away from her face, “what if we…oh forget it”

“What?”

“What if we were..each other’s first kiss?” She found herself trying to hide her embarrassed face.

“Really?” You asked.

“Y-yeah. I want my first kiss to be with someone I trust. And I trust you” she explained.

“O-okay” you managed to say. Your heart was beating out of your chest.

The two of you just looked at each other for a split second before you broke the silence, “do you want me to lean in or-?”

“I-I’ll lean in” Wanda chimed in. She let out a nervous giggle before she leaned in.

You found yourself leaning in and then it happened. Your lips touched hers. So soft. So tender. The faint scent of strawberries permeated her skin. You could feel a sense of warmth and love take over your entire body.

Wanda pulled back. How you just wanted to take a hold of her and kiss her again. You could kiss her countless times and you sweared it would never be enough.

“That was…” she blushed, “wow”

“Y-yeah” you giggled. “T-thank you”

“What are step siblings for?” She smiled and turned to leave. “I’ll see you for dinner”

And with that she turned and left. You collapsed against your bed in an absolute state of bliss.

Years later your now wife Wanda told you that she did the exact same thing too.

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[empyreva]

Pretty Girl

Summary: Carmy's girlfriend finds herself in a bit of a self-loathing spiral, so he makes sure she knows just how pretty he thinks she is.

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Established relationship, AFAB!Reader (female nicknames used), smut, P in V, oral sex, some dom/sub elements, Carmy is downright offended you think that you're not pretty

A/N: Hey this is my first time writing fanfics in like 2 years so please be patient as I try to get back into the groove of things!! Warning for probably weird pacing...Minors DNI!!

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

Your whisper caught Carmy off guard--his eyes which were once glued to the TV screen darting over to stare at you. 

"What?" 

You bit into your bottom lip for a second, avoiding his gaze by training them on the news reporter who was frantically pointing at some accident that happened 4 hours ago. It was a stupid question. Honestly, you don't know what prompted you to say it, but it had been stuck in your throat for the past 30 minutes and you just couldn't take the burn anymore.

"I said," you cocked your head to look at him, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Wh-Of course I think you're pretty," Carmy remarked in astonishment, seemingly offended by the question. "The fuck you mean 'do you think I'm pretty?' Of course, I think you're pretty--You're fucking gorgeous for Christ's sake!"

You sink further into the sheets, not bothering to respond to Carmy despite the way his blue eyes pierced into you like ice-cold daggers. He hates me. Why am I like this? The journey beneath the covers only stopped when you were shrouded in the darkness...Only vaguely able to make out the shape of Carmy's bare ribs. They rose and fell rhythmically, and you tried to just pretend to not hear whatever Carmy was babbling on about. But as you began to let your eyes flutter shut, the sheets were ripped off from over your head.

"I was talking to you, princess. What's wrong?"

You peered up at your boyfriend, suddenly aware of the tears pooling in your eyes once they dripped down your cheek. Then, the drip became a flood as you lunged forward to wrap your arms around a very confused Carmen. His arms instinctively found their way around your sides as he shifted you to straddle him, nose buried in your hair as you wailed about how you think you're getting fatter and that the new girl at work is always so effortlessly pretty and how you never see Carmy anymore and-

"Woah woah, slow down, baby." Carmy pulled back to let you wipe away your tears, your whole body shaking with every sob you tried to hold in. His heart was breaking into a million pieces just looking at the sad, pathetic state of you. Rarely, you were the one to break down--always so level-headed and calm against the storm of Carmen's internal torments. It stressed him, but he knew he had to be there for you like you always were for him.

“‘m sorry, Carmy. So, so sorry. ‘m such a fucking baby,” you hiccuped, swatting his hands so you could wipe away your snot and tears without his help. “Y-you w-work so hard every f-fucking day and y-you look so h-handsome all the time and e-every girl wants you. Why should I-I complain? Just forget it.”

“Stop that—stop it. The fuck you mean ‘just forget it’, princess? ‘m not gonna jus’ let you cry your little heart out t’me and ‘forget’ it,” Carmy frowned, rubbing circles into your arms as he held you from a distance. “Deep breaths, baby, c’mon, you can do it. What-what do you need? What do you want?”

You sniffled for a few seconds, staring down at Carmy's lap blankly as you tried to think of what you wanted. What did you want out of this little tantrum? Words of affirmation? A hug? A fucking medal for being the most sensitive girl in the world? Nothing sounded like a good answer at the moment because none of them would actually make you feel better. What's just one thing to make you feel better?

"You. I want you," the words slipped off your tongue faster than you could process. Freezing in place, you could practically hear the gears churning inside Carmy's head. He wasn't one to deal with emotions properly, never mind his girlfriend's jump from fine to self-loathing and crying, to suddenly wanting to fuck him. Nevertheless, he would serve the world on a silver platter if you ever so asked him to. 

"Well, then...Let me show you how pretty I think you are, alright? Can you do that for me, princess?" 

Carmy pressed a kiss to your forehead as you gave a weak nod, his lips curling into a smile. Instead of tossing you down roughly and getting to work, he drew you closer in his embrace, rocking back and forth until your shaky breaths became shallow and quiet. As he held you close, you could feel his heartbeat synchronize with yours, a sense of comfort and ease to soothe your frantic mind. At that moment, all you wanted was to feel loved and desired, to forget about the superficial pressures weighing heavily upon your shoulders. And then, without warning, Carmy's hand drifted lower, grazing the curve of your hip before trailing downwards towards your thigh. Your breath caught in your chest as his fingers traced lazy circles around your inner knee, sending chills down your spine.

With tender strokes, Carmy moved slowly upward, teasing the sensitive crease where leg met torso. You moaned softly, arching your hips against him in response. As he reached the waistband of your shorts, Carmy paused briefly, gazing intently into your eyes. There was a fierce intensity in his expression that left you breathless, captivating you entirely.

Without a word, Carmy slipped his hands under the elastic band of your shorts, sliding them down over your hips until they pooled around your knees. Moving up under the fabric of your (his) t-shirt, his fingers traced patterns along the smooth expanse of your stomach, his thumbs skimming the outsides of your pelvis bone. You gasped aloud, feeling a sudden surge of heat spreading rapidly throughout your core.

"Shh, it's ok, princess. I've got you," Carmy cooed, peppering your face with kisses. His lips brushed away the salty trails left behind by your tears, leaving not a single patch of skin untouched. "You are so beautiful, you don't even know it. D'you understand me?"

As Carmy continued to trail featherlight circles around the edges of your panties, you closed your eyes, surrendering fully to the sensations engulfing you--forehead pressing against his. Each touch seemed to amplify the previous one, building anticipation until you could barely stand it any longer. A whine escaped you, a needy, shrill cry for him to just fuck you already. But no, when he wanted to, your boyfriend could be overly in tune with his love-making. He needed to analyze everything and craft the perfect recipe for success, and now he knew you needed to feel his adoration. Carmy’s lips found their way to your neck, suckling gently while his hands roamed freely over your skin.

Finally, he whispered your name, his voice low and throaty. It was primal—laced with desires that could tip you over the edge if you thought about them for too long. You opened your eyes again to find Carmy gazing deeply into your soul, his eyes filled with an intense yearning that made your own heart skip a beat. You felt as though you could lose yourself completely in the depths of his irises.

And then, finally, Carmy pressed his mouth to yours in a searing kiss that left you dizzy and disoriented. His tongue snaked its way into your mouth with a familiar sense of direction. He knew every part of you, inside and out, like the back of his fucking hand. All thoughts fled from your mind as you succumbed wholly to the overwhelming emotions coursing through your body. This was what love truly felt like – intense, passionate, and utterly consuming.

His hands wandered up and down your thighs, kneading the flesh gently as if testing its resilience. The pulsing desire in your core came to a head with every press of his calloused fingers into your skin, and you needily began to try and grind into him--into something to relieve the urge. Carmy leaned forward, lips never leaving yours, leading you gently down to lay back flat against the mattress.

"God you look so fuckin’ beautiful, y'know that? Like a fuckin’ angel," he growled, his hand pressing down gently on your stomach, guiding himself down to the forbidden fruit he craved. The other hand was snaked around to hold the small of your back, holding you in place as he lowered himself between your thighs. With a flick of his wrist, he lifted one leg over his shoulder, placing a kiss on the inside of your knee before continuing his journey. A trail of wet, sloppy kisses drew gasps from your chest, fingers instinctively finding a home in his curls.

When Carmy finally reached your most sensitive spot, he lingered there for a long, torturous beat, relishing the way your muscles twitched in response. Soft kisses and kitten licks peppered your clit--the slick of your arousal sticking to his lips as he worked his way to your folds with gentle kisses. Then, with a sudden surge of energy, he plunged his tongue deep into your core, bathing you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. His biceps flexed as he hooked his arms around your thighs, forcing himself to be buried entirely within you. Dipping between your folds, his tongue lapped at your pussy with fervor before flicking against your clit until you cried out his name. 

It was messy, it was wet, it was fucking filthy. God the noises that man made as he ate you like he hadn't been fed in years--growling and moaning as he slurped at your pussy.

You cried out and writhed against the sheets, rolling your hips against his mouth and nose. God did that fucking nose does wonders against your clit—teasing you and beckoning you to just grind against it. And when he snarled into your pussy, it rubbed just right and rigid, like it was built just for you to use. Carmy's cock throbbed as you pulled and scratched at his scalp, each curl that was caught in your fist encouraging him to be even more depraved. His name was like a spell on your tongue—unable to muster up a single thought that wasn’t just him.

“Carmy—“ You cried out, back arching what seemed like a mile off the bed as your body was overtaken by pure bliss. The deep fire within your belly was washed away as you came against his tongue, happy tears of joy pricking at the corner of your eyes. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—“ you whined and sobbed, bucking up and squirming your hips from side to side. But even as the pleasure began to wear off, Carmy kept going, overstimulating your poor little pussy even after you weakly pushed his head away. It was no use, whatever Carmen Berzatto wanted, he would get.

His eyes were trained on your wrecked face the entire time, watching your every move. The hand that was previously in his hair was now gripping his hand tightly, knuckles white as you gnawed on your other fist, whimpering and mewling between shakey "Please"s. It was like a fucking dream come true and he wished he could stay in this moment forever. Finally, Carmy slowed his tongue, kissing against your clit while you flinched back with nervous laughter. He loved it when you did that—bringing you such fucking pleasure that you were only able to muster up giggles and whimpers. Carmy lowered his head once more, but now his attention focused not just on your sensitive parts, but also on your entire body: caressing your shoulders, trailing his fingertips along your spine, tickling the backs of your knees. He wanted to leave no part of you untouched, no corner unexplored.

You panted heavily, engulfed in his touch and kisses like you couldn’t move a limb of your own. It felt like stone filled every vein in your body, eyes heavy from all the tears you’ve shed. You were just so sleepy and content from your orgasm, not even wanting to think about moving. But still—you managed to push your body up to hunch over and run your fingers through Carmy's hair, gaining his attention as his lips found the swell of your breast. You bit your lip to hold back a groan, loving how his rough hands reached up to caress each of your tits—thumbing over the sensitive nipples. 

Soon, your hands found his face, cupping his cheeks so you could look down into his eyes, his lips slick and parted as he panted heavily. Carmy seemed to melt into your touch, nuzzling into your touch and pressing kisses to your palm. You giggled, eyes searching his face, absorbing it and committing it to memory. He was clean-shaven, skin still soft and smooth after you had pestered him about just how itchy his stubble would make you when it got to the wrong length.

“Are you feeling better now, princess?” Carmy leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips, lingering for a second as you tried to formulate a response.

“A little…I’m, uh, I'm still not entirely convinced,” you teased, peppering his face with kisses as one of your hands traveled down the span of his ripped torso, lingering on the v of his hip, before hooking onto the band of his boxers. Carmy’s hands joined yours, pulling down his underwear just enough for his cock to spring free. It was hard—dripping with need as your thumb swiped over the tip, earning a sharp inhale from Carmy. "I think I still need your help."

“Don’t worry about it, princess,” he smirked, pushing you gently back down so you laid out all pretty for him. Repositioning himself, he gently rubbed circles into your hip bones as your legs wrapped around his waist. “‘m gonna make sure you feel how fuckin’ beautiful I think you are.”

Your response got caught in your throat as Carmy slid into your pussy with one slick motion, filling you all the way until you were flush against him. A pornographic moan escaped you as you ground your hips against him, your eyes clenched shut. The stretch was like a daydream, a tingly sensation of lust moving through your veins--no matter how many times he fucked you, you don't think you'd ever get used to the sheer size of him. 

"That's it...Good girl...Y'taking me so fuckin' good, yeah?" Carmy's lips met yours again, his hips moving in slow, gentle strides that rocked your body in time with his. You nodded eagerly, legs clamping down on his sides and drawing him in closer. One of his hands reached up to squeeze your breast, using it as a sort of base as he began to swing his hips with more passion. 

The sound of his cock pounding into your soaked pussy filled the room accompanied by airy moans and sighs. One of your hands managed to snake its way down to the junction between you and Carmy, two fingers finding your abandoned clit. With a sharp hiss, you began to rub and toy with yourself, quietly moaning for your boyfriend--earning a deep grunt of approval as he hunched over you and drove your ass up into the air to fuck you at a new, deeper angle.

“Fuck, Carmy, I—“ Your legs shook around his waist, hips grinding up to meet his frantic thrusts. His teeth dug into the side of your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin before his tongue would dart out to soothe the wound. It was taking an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to reach your second climax, your words turning to senseless babbles as the tightness in your core began to make you feel dizzy and drunk. Carmy felt your insides flutter and pulse around him, encouraging him to start fucking you even harder.

“C’mon, princess,” he growled, hand coming up to tightly grip your slack jaw. You whined in response, one of his thumbs hooking over your bottom lip and pressing down on your tongue. “I wan’this whole fuckin’ city to hear you. Let me hear you, princess, let me fuckin’—“

Carmy wasn’t able to finish his sentence before his name was ripped out of your throat, nails digging into his back. "J-Jesus, fuck, Carmy, fuck, oh my god," you cried out a string of obscenities as he fucked you through your orgasm, face buried in his neck and arms wrapped around him while he pounded your thoroughly sore pussy. 

“God—Fuck, just like that, princess. ‘m so fuckin’ close. Oh fuck,” he growled into your ear. His hips began to buck wildly and without rhythm, becoming sloppier and more desperate as you moaned and whispered encouragement against his neck. Every breath was labored, Carmy's eyes squeezed shut as he felt his own release approaching like a fucking train--threatening to crash any second. 

“Cum in me, please. Please, baby, please,” you whimpered, thrusting your hips flush to his. Your movements drew out more groans from him, his grip on your body tightening to an almost painful degree. “I need you to cum in me right fucking now.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice because, with a whiney moan, he spilled inside of you—pressing your hips deep into the mattress. He drove and pushed his twitching cock as deep into your stuffed cunt as he could, making sure his cum didn't get wasted. You moaned his name, gasping as he rolled his hips into you--Pumping you full of him, full of his fucking love and adoration for you. Carmy couldn't help but whimper at the sensations of your walls clenching and fluttering around him as his pleasure began to turn to pain from the overstimulation. 

After catching his breath, Carmy reluctantly pulled out of you with a low "fuck" before dropping on top of you, his face was nestled against your cleavage. The two of you lay there, breathing heavily and collecting yourselves for a few minutes, relishing in the afterglow of your passion. Your heartbeat was all Carmy could hear, the only thing he could focus on as he tried to calm down and try to be a functioning human being again. Lazily, your fingers played with the curls at the nape of his neck before tracing patterns across the span of his muscular shoulders--earning a shudder of approval from Carmy.

After laying together for a few, tender, minutes, Carmy pulled himself together and rolled off of you so he could plop himself next to you. His eyes stayed on you, though, and he smiled when you turned on your side to meet his gaze fully. 

“My beautiful princess. So pretty, so smart, so sweet,” he cooed, reaching over to brush some sweaty strands of hair out of your face, letting his thumb then trail along your cheekbone. You leaned into his touch, eyes shut with contentment as he continued to caress your jaw. Carmy's lips met yours again, stretching into a smile as you gave him a sleepy kiss in return. Knowing that if he didn't get you up soon you'd fall asleep all dirty and sweaty, he pulled away from your touch--finding his footing as he slipped off the bed.

“Let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” His voice was coarse and husky, strained from the activities. Leaning over you again, his fingers tracing from your collarbones to the center of your belly, settling on your hips as he angled you towards his body. "Gonna regret it if you don't, princess."

“But Carmyyyyy I’m sooooo tired,” you whined as he pulled you toward the edge of the bed, fingers catching in the sheets. His cum was now leaking from your pussy, which was thoroughly fucked and satisfied with the many prizes Carmy gave you for being his girl--For a second, his brain short-circuited, resisting the urge to leave you at the edge of the bed and fuck you with his mouth until you came for him again and again and again-- 

“Enough of that, c’mon.”

“Yes…chef…”

[marajaak]

Mine

(Sanji x reader)

Title : Mine

Pairing : Sanji x female reader

Warnings : Smut, unprotected sex (please don’t do that), creampie, Zoro is an asshole in this fanfic, English isn’t my first language so please be kind

Genre : smut

Summary : Y/N feels unrequited love towards Zoro. Sanji will do everything to help her forget the swordsman. What if it was the beginning of a love story ?

The young woman sighed when Zoro walked past her without looking. She stared at him sadly as he got off the Sunny and headed to the island.

- Y/N, are you coming? Luffy said with a big smile.

- I... no, she muttered. I think I'll stay with Sanji to guard the boat.

- Ok, see you later!

(Y/N) took a few steps on the ship and went to sit in a corner. The sun shone in a cloudless sky. It was a pleasant temperature, ideal for exploring a new island. But the young woman was not in the mood for that. She was thinking of a handsome young man with green hair. To the sweat that dripped down his bare chest when he worked out. To the kiss they had exchanged during a party where the swordsman was a little drunk. And finally the way he had ignored her moments ago.

Tears blurred her vision, and she buried her face in her arms, sobbing. Why didn't Zoro like him? Was she not pretty enough? Not strong enough? What did she have to do to get his attention?

Suddenly, she felt someone gently wiping away her tears .

- Shhh, it's going to be okay, whispered a soft male voice.

(Y/N) raised her head and met Sanji's tender and compassionate gaze.

- I... I..., she stammered.

He put an arm behind her back to help her up.

- Come, you're going to tell me what's making you sad and we'll find a solution, he whispered.

The cook took her to her room and sat down on her bed next to her. The naked thigh of the young woman brushed against the blond’s.

- It's this Marimo, isn't it? he began, lighting a cigarette.

- That's it, replied (Y/N) wiping her tears. I think I have feelings for him. We kissed several times and we even... uh...

- You slept together, Sanji completed.

- Yes one time. I thought he had feelings for me, but he's been ignoring me since the last night we partied. I know he was drunk, but still...

The blond placed both hands on the young woman's cheeks and turned her face towards his.

- Y/N, excuse me for telling you this, but I'm afraid that this kelp face doesn't want your heart, but only your body.

She watched the wisps of smoke billowing from her friend's cigarette to form diaphanous figures in the air. She had had a crush on him when she joined the crew, but since he flirted with a lot of women, she figured she didn't have a chance. She then became interested in Zoro. But something in the cook's eyes told him that... maybe...

She moved forward slightly and briefly placed her lips on the blond's, before pulling away when she saw him display a shocked expression.

- Sorry, I... I don't know what happened to me. I just wanted to forget about him for a while...

Sanji smirked.

- I was just surprised. If it's good sex you want, I'm always available...

He leaned towards her but she pushed him away, shaking her head.

- That's not what I meant. I am a romantic person. It's not just Zoro who occupies my heart. There... there's also you. I just wanted to know if you felt the same...

- Oh, said Sanji.

His gaze softens.

- I always loved you, but I thought you only had eyes for Marimo...

- Well, we both went astray...

She was cut off by the blonde's hot lips. He ran his hand through her hair, pressing lightly on her head to deepen the kiss. (Y/N) put his arms around the cook's neck.

Moments later, she found herself lying on her bed, with the young man kissing the soft skin of her neck. The young woman moaned softly.

- Zoro never had that effect on you, did he? he questioned her.

She shook her head again and he smiled.

Slowly, he moved down her body, caressing her curves, tracing a wet line with his tongue. He stopped in front of her crotch, his eyes bright with desire, waiting for permission.

“Go ahead, Sanji,” she whispered.

The young man lifted her skirt and took off her panties. With delicate licks, he explored every part of her intimacy. (Y/N)'s legs were shaking with pleasure, so he grabbed them. The electricity and shivers coursing through her body became euphoric, and she came abruptly. Sanji continued to lick her through her orgasm.

- Do you like it Y/N? This seaweed face has never done that to you?

- No, never... It's so good...

She stood up. A rather large dent deformed the cook's pants.

- Let me take care of you now, Sanji, she said.

- No, not today, ma chérie.

He helped her lie down again.

- What you need now is comfort.

The young woman's big smile made him understand that she would do whatever he wanted. But what he wanted was for her to let things happen.

He unzipped her skirt and took off her blouse, placing it carefully on a chair next to him. Then he began to take off his clothes. First his tie, then his jacket, his shirt, his pants and finally his boxers.

He gently entered the young woman's intimacy, letting out a long sigh, giving her time to adjust to his length. (Y/N) moaned. The cook wasn't as big as Zoro, but he was longer, and his cock stretched the walls of her vagina deliciously.

Little by little, he began his thrusts while caressing his beloved's body. He slipped his fingers through her hair, then swelled into her chest, without stopping to kiss her.

-Sss... Sanji! Y/N gasped.

- That's it, shout my name, the blond whispered in his ear. If you said mine and Marimo's in the same breath, you would realize that they don’t taste the same.

- Yes... but... don't talk about him anymore... I only want you right now...

- You're right... You are mine, mine, mine...

His trusts became more erratic, more disordered. (Y/N), drunk with pleasure, gripped the sheets. The happiness she felt was almost insurmountable. The softness of the blonde's touch and the love she felt in his movements drove her crazy. The swordsman had never treated her like this. He had just put her on all fours and fucked her up without thinking about her pleasure. Suddenly, she felt Sanji come inside her, which made her cum too. Her eyes rolled at the back of her head.

He rested his head on the young woman's chest and (Y/N) stroked his hair while catching her breath.

- It was good, she breathed. Much better than with Zoro...

The cook quickly raised his head, a predatory smile on his face.

- What if I made you forget that name forever?

[shaunamilfman]

when the sun came up

Summary:  “So,” Jackie trails off sheepishly. “You, uh– You know how vampire’s need blood…?” A/N: the "jackie's a vampire 😍" fic in question

“What are you being so weird about, Jackie?” You ask finally, getting irritated by her constant glances. She looks surprised, almost as if she truly believed you wouldn’t notice. With a roll of your eyes, you lean back on the chair, setting your phone down on her desk as you give her your full attention. Jackie starts fiddling anxiously with her fingers as she glances around the room in a pathetic attempt to feign innocence.

Acting was never her strong suit, expressions always unconvincing and exaggerated; More reminiscent of a cartoon character than a real person. Despite her failure, there’s still something undeniably charming underneath it all even as Jackie’s awkward energy ends her ruse before it can even begin. While she hasn’t succeeded in fooling you she’s definitely succeeded in getting your attention.

Watching Jackie attempting to shake your attention is bizarre, to say the least. Never once have you seen her shy away from soaking up every bit of approval and attention you give her. Yet she seems almost eager for you to move on to something else which makes you grow more concerned by the second. You’re filled with a strange mixture of curiosity and unease, both vying for your attention.

“Jackie?” You prompt again, smiling invitingly at her as she finally meets your eyes.

She clears her throat awkwardly, fingers resting against her legs as she starts rolling the edge of her shorts back and forth between her fingers. “So,” Jackie trails off sheepishly. “You, uh– You know how vampires need blood…?”

You nod your head, lips twitching as you suppress your smile. You know exactly where this is heading. “Yeah.”

“Could I… Could I have some?” Jackie asks, quickly flushing with embarrassment. She watches you closely, hope evident on her face.

“Like… from me?” You ask slowly. Unlike Jackie, you were good at feigning innocence.

“Yeah. Just like a little bit,” She pleads, gesturing with her hands as she holds her thumb and index finger just barely apart. “You won't even know it was gone, promise.” 

She's utterly fixated on you, staring at your neck like it holds the secrets to the universe. You hum in consideration, enjoying the way Jackie squirms in desperation as you pretend to think it over. After a moment you hold your arm out invitingly toward her and she's across the room and in your lap before you can blink, literally. 

You forget just how strong and fast she's become, and sometimes you think she does too. The chair rocks dangerously on its back two legs as Jackie slides in your lap. You close your eyes in wait for the inevitable crash but Jackie's reflexes are just fast enough to plant her foot firmly, sending you crashing back forward as the chair settles. It rocks ominously for a second before stilling, Jackie quickly taking the chance to scoot up your legs. 

Your hands rest loosely on her hips as you try to make sense of what just happened, just a hair too fast for your mind to fully make sense of. You can feel the thrum of your heartbeat in your fingertips as your heart races through your chest. Jackie makes an apologetic noise as she slips her arms between your back and the chair, pulling herself snugly against you. 

You squeeze her hips in a gentle sign of affection as you slip your hands up the back of her shirt, wrapping your arms tightly around her bare back. If it has the side effect of pulling her shirt up, well that's no one's business but your own. You hear a snort of laughter that you'll know she'll deny later– and threaten to tell people about the incident if you don't keep it to yourself– which makes you grin as you bury your head into her neck. You breathe in the familiar scent of her perfume, slowly relaxing back against the chair as it calms your racing heart. 

You bite lightly at her neck, barely grazing the skin before you hear a petulant noise coming from Jackie. “That's my job,” She complains, slapping at your shoulder as she leans back and pulls her neck out of reach. 

“Oh? Is it?” You tease, a smile splitting your face as you watch her. 

She nods eagerly, just a hint of her fangs peeking out of her smile. Your eyes narrow at the sight, leaning forward to get a closer look. She practically preens as she widens her smile, clearly appreciating your admiration of her fangs.

You reach up to cup her jaw and Jackie immediately nuzzles her face into your palm as she closes her eyes with a contented noise. You roll your eyes fondly as you end up supporting the weight of her head, adjusting your grip to press your thumb against her lips.

Jackie just barely peeks her eyes open as she presses a kiss against your thumb, the beginning of a question forming on her face. You press your thumb against one of her sharp fangs, sighing quietly as it pierces the skin and draws a drop of blood. You watch her expression closely as her tongue flicks out to taste the blood, teasing at the edge of the cut as she lazily draws the remaining drops in her mouth.

You shudder involuntarily as she swallows, the intimacy of the action catching you off guard. You’re not sure that you’ll ever get used to the sight of her drinking your blood. "Tastes good," Jackie finally says, licking her lips as she pulls away.

Jackie’s gaze flits down to your neck, her eyes filled with longing. She leans forward and inhales deeply as she buries her face into the crook of your neck. Her hand cups the other side as she tilts your head, her warm breath caressing your ear. “Please?” She whispers, voice a soft plea tinged with her desperation.

Jackie's lips just barely graze your skin, sending shivers down your spine as you feel the gentle pressure from the tips of her fangs. “Go ahead, Jackie,” You say, hissing in surprise as she doesn’t hesitate to sink her teeth in. She presses herself impossibly closer to you with a muffled moan, her fingers clenched tightly at your shirt as she greedily sucks at the wound. You thread your fingers loosely through her hair, cradling her head as you relax limply against the chair. 

“Fuck,” You murmur slowly, tilting your head back enticingly as Jackie makes use of the available space. With each drop of blood she takes from you a heady mix of exhilaration and vulnerability washes over you, both intoxicating and unnerving at the same time. It’s a strange intimacy, a connection borne in the exchange of life; the knowledge that your blood is what sustains her, what gives her the strength she wields over you. 

It should make you feel weak to be entirely at her mercy, but you’ve never felt stronger than you do when Jackie drinks from you. You revel in her desire for you, eagerly embracing the weight of her unending hunger.

You'd majorly psyched yourself out the first time she'd asked this of you, thoughts of her teeth digging into your flesh had left you such a nervous wreck that your hands were visibly shaking as she descended on you. You were pleasantly surprised at just how good it felt once you got past the initial bite. There was barely a difference from Jackie's more possessive moments, intent to mark you up at the slightest sign of interest from someone else. You were sure that it could hurt if she wanted it to, but your girlfriend was steadfastly gentle in everything she did. With her arms wrapped around you, even the act of feeding became an intimate exchange, another bond that only the two of you would ever share.

You take a shaky breath as Jackie drinks her fill, trying your best to ignore her breathy noises of enjoyment in favor of keeping your eyes open. You get more lightheaded the longer she's attached herself to you, her lack of the need for air never more apparent than in these moments. She pulls away as you begin to slump back in the chair, soothing the bite with her tongue as she savors every last drop. You blink wearily up at her, faced with the impossible task of keeping your eyes open.

Jackie stands up happily, watching herself in the mirror over your shoulder as she licks at her thumb and rubs the stray blood off her face. A quiet laugh escapes your lip, more of an exhale than a sound. “Messy,” You murmur with a weak smile on your face.

“Shut up,” Jackie defends, pulling on your hand as she tries to coax you to your feet. You let her pull you up, but quickly slump into her arms as your shaky legs betray you. Jackie grunts as she catches you, grunting dramatically in exertion even as she effortlessly guides you back to her bed.

She climbs up excitedly to straddle your lap as you recline back against the pillows. You make a surprised noise as she leans down and kisses you, pulling back after a moment when she realizes you aren’t reciprocating. “Y/N,” Jackie whines, pouting down at you. 

You lazily shake your head, not bothering to open your eyes. “Too much,” You accuse weakly.

“Did not,” Jackie protests. “You’re fine. Look!” She lifts your hand pointedly, staring in dismay as it falls limply back to the bed.

“Oh,” She murmurs sheepishly. “That's… That’s my bad, really.” 

You make a vaguely amused noise in response that turns into a contented sigh as Jackie settles down on top of you. She buries her head in your neck, placing a tender kiss against the bite mark she’s left as she maneuvers your arms around to wrap around her.

[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart 19

"Jaenara, what are we here." Aemond asked as he was pull along by his wife while he glance around the castle with a look of discomfort.

Jaenara didn't answer him as she turn down a corner before walking towards a door, she opened the door and sigh in relief at the familiarity, she let's go of Aemond's hand to walk further in with a faint smile.

Her old chamber in High Tide.

It been so long since she been here, only venturing there to escape her mother or just to get away. Her grandfather was so happy when she first visited, Corlys didn't have a very close relationship with some of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Rhaelle's elder children loved their grandfather, but since Aeron and his family live so far away along with his statue as king, they couldn't visit him as much and Rhaelle kept her children with Daemon away from her father after years of no contact.

Corlys's relationship with Jaenara and her brothers was basically none existent until she started spending more time at High-Tide, Jaenara could never understood the drama between her elder relatives, mostly because none of her cousins know what happened so many years ago to make our family walk on egg shells around each other.

"We should get back." Aemond said from behind her as she goes over to pick up a lute, "I have no doubt my mother have sounded the alarms for our disappearance--we should definitely leave." Jaenara stop playing with the strings before turning towards her husband with a frown.

"Why?" She asked sadden, "This is the pefect place to get away and at the perfect time, we need to be alone to talk about what we gonna do to Rivers and your mother." Jaenara explains, she place the lute back where she got it before going to seat on the end of the bed.

Aemond crossed his arms with a uncomfortable look.

"I rather not talk about her...or my mother for that matter," Aemond sighs, "I rather more to forget--" Jaenara made noise causing Aemond to look at her.

"No, no more forgetting or ignoring the problem." Jaenaea snaps getting up, "We must face this, I am tired of being push around by your mother and I'll be damn to be push around by a bastard harlot."

"And what do you wish me to do about it, hmm." He raised his brow in a sarcastic way, "I can't command her to leave, she won't listen, and my mother refuse to listen to caution." Jaenara walks to her husband grabbing his hands with a smug smirk.

"That is why, sweet husband, I have a plan."

Aemond furrow his brows curious.

"You do?" Jaenara nodded her head.

"Yes, I do. But, we must stay here in order for it to work."

Aemond look at his wife with a grimace, making Jaenara's smile falter a bit at the look on her husband's face.

"Must we? Can't we just stay at Dragonstone instead--"

"No, that would be the first place they will look for us."

"But...not here?" He drawls out, furrowing his brows.

"I mean, it depends on my aunt and grandfather," She comment, Aemond glance away from his wife with an unsure look.

"I don't thi--I don't think its a good idea to stay here." Aemond admitted, it was Jaenara turn to furrow her brows.

"Why?" She frowned confused, Aemond look at his wife with a conflicted look before sighing.

"Please, don't make me say it."

Jaenara became even more confuse, she didn't understand the problem with laying low in Driftmark for a few days, it's was a perfect paradise to getaway and relax with a brilliant view.

"Aemond, I'm not going to spend these next few days arguing with you about this, so just say it." Jaenara took her hands backand folded her arms under her chest and look at her husband with a fretful look.

Aemond lock his jaw and squeeze his hands into fist nervously, Jaenara caught the movement making herself ease down.

"Jaenara, I..." He stop as he stare at his wife, and memories he buried away�� slowly start to resurface, causing him to close his eye and shake his head before looking at her, "I cannot say it, it is too much...it is too painful for me to revist, can't we just go somewhere else. We can go to Braavo like Alys or maybe Lys." Awmond recommend, but Jaenara wasn't hearing it as she roll her eyes.

"You know what, forget it." She says, making Aemond look surprise only to feel nothing but relieved, "Why don't you go back home, and I stay here." Aemond frowned.

"Jaenara, you know I ca--"

"Yes, you can Aemond, because if you don't than these next few days are gonna be hell...for you." She threatened, "So, you have a choice you either stay here with me and your unborn child..." she starts as her hand move along her round belly catching Aemond's eye, "Or go back home and destroy our marriage again." She shrugged, Aemond look up at her with a frown.

"You think I would do that to you?" Aemond asked hurt before looking upset, "After everything we been through--"

"Don't be draft, my love." Jaenara counter back, "Your mother is obviously unhinge and I wouldn't put it pass Rivers to not try something, so..." she steps close with a small smirk, "That's why we must stay here, away from those vultures, so we can keep our marriage intact and at the same time teach them a lesson." Jaenara grin at her husband, but Aemond look at her unsure, he didn't feel comfortable staying here but he also didn't want to make his wife mad than she already is.

"I...I guess your right, my love." Aemond said reluctantly as his eye stray from her.

Jaenara snarl with an eyeroll, she ignore his reluctance and instead grab his sleeve and turn them towards the bed.

"Do not fret, sweet husband." Jaenara purr after pushing Aemond onto her bed, "Atleast we have each other as our plan thaw out," Aemond glance up to look at her face as she climbs on top of him.

"Our plan?" He asked, Jaenara smirk a little as she straddle his hip.

"Of course, darling." Jaenara purr again, moving her hand to slide down Aemond's chest, before she leans forward to start kissing his neck, "You are the key for this plan to work, as long as you are by my side, you will never have to worry about that wench again." Aemond shudder once Jaenara's hand slip through his breeches and grasp his semi hard cock.

"B-But, what if...they find us?"

"They won't," she promise, "I trust my family to keep your mother in the dark  until our return." Aemond let out a pathetic whimper.

"But--" Jaenara tighten her grasp a bit causing Aemond to choke and moan at the same time, Jaenara lift her head from his bruise neck to look down at her husband.

"What is wrong, husband?" She cock her head to the side, her hand starts to move up and down making Aemond grasp her forearm, "Don't you trust me?" She pout, Aemond open his eye with a frown as he gaze up at his beloved wife.

"I-I do." He strutted, Jaenara move her hand a bit fast with hum.

"Good," she whispered, she leans down capturing his lips as she use her other hand to unbutton his vest.

「                            ⊹₊♚₊⊹                           」

It had been three days since Jaenara and Aemond arrived at Driftmark, and it has been going absolutely terrible.

Aemond has begun to sulk around the castle, something about missing his mother and their tea time, Jaenara roll her eyes and tone him out at the time.

Jaenara has become rather ambivalence towards Aemond lately, it feels like everything he does annoys her. Just him sitting next to her reading a book makes her blood boil and her heart beat with resentment, while other times she wants to fuck him. She beginning to think she's going mad, she can't tell if it's her own feelings or the pregnancy making her feel this way.

Jaenara notice her change behavior the day after they're arrival, she would snap at him for the stupidest things and call him names when she get fed up with his sulkening. At first, Jaenara was shock and confuse, shock at herself with how cruel she was being to Aemond and confuse because Aemond just took it.

Either way, Jaenara didn't seem to care in the end, and neither did Aemond.

It felt like a power trip, she never imagine stooping so low like Alicent and Aemond, she always thought her compassion and kindess was a way to show how better she was than them. But, when she belittle or order Aemond around, a little feeling in her chest she realize was giddy lock away all those thoughts and she took a little joy in making Aemond's days here hard.

Jaenara also notice that he begin to do it a lot lately, it reminds her of the little stray pups in fleabottom always pawing at her gown for food.

She had more sympathy for the small pups than her weak husband, but maybe, she shouldn't be mad at the fact but be proud. Her husband has finally crumbled, he was no longer that scary man she feared a year ago, but rather a pathetic boy wanting nothing but  her attention and love.

"My love." The sound of Aemind's voice snap Jaenara out of her thoughts.

She didn't move to look up at him as she knits her son a new hat.

"What."

"Can we talk?" Aemond asked, making her stop and look up at him finally, he wasn't in his usual casual clothing but rather in his dragonriding attire.

"Where are you going?" She asked ignoring what he said.

"To clear my head," he answered as he took a seat on the armchair next to her, "I wanted to talk to you before my departure, I think it's time...we talk." Jaenara raise her brow at Aemond.

"About what."

"Rivers--" Jaenara look away from him with a roll of her eyes.

"Aemond, what did I say yesterday when you ask me this." She inquired, Aemond gulp before clearing his throat.

"This isn't about the plan--"

"So, this is about you leaving me for her again, then?" She stop to look at him again, making the corners of aemond's mouth curve down.

"Of course not, you know my heart only belongs to you--"

"Good. So, are we done with this convention now." She asked flatly, Aemond parted his lips to say something but clasp them shut when she gave him a look he become all to familiar too.

Aemond bow his head before nodding.

"Lovely, because I am famish and i would like some peaches." Jaenara demanded, putting her needles and hat aside, Aemond stood before helping Jaenara up.

"I'll stop by the kitchen--"

"No!" She snapped, pulling away from him, "Have a servant do it, the last thing I need is for you to bring me plums instead of peaches...again." she glower, moving the covers to the side before taking her book from the side table and got into bed.

Aemond bow his head at the tone in his wife's voice, "Apologies again, my love." He said as he lift his head to look at her, jaenara clench her jaw to keep her from rolling her eyes at how pathetic he is being.

"That's not the apology I wanted yesterday," she sass, making aemond look embarrassed.

"I told you I couldn't...I couldn't get it up that night." He murmur the last as if their was others in the room.

"Or this morning or during tea time, it's as if your cock and eye stop working at the same time." She snickered as she shook her head and turn to the last pashe she was on in her book.

"Hmmm."

Jaenara look up at her husband to find him standing there with solemn look, Jaenara sighs and lay the book open on her stomach.

"Do not look so fretful husband, I was just jesting." She says, Aemond looks at her before smiling timidly.

"I know, my love."

Jaenara smiled up at him.

"Good, because I expect you to pleasure me once you get back from your ride, a woman can only go so long without what she needs."

Jaenara looks away and pick up her book missing the disappointed look that shadow Aemond's features.

"Of course," He utter before step close to lean down and press a kiss to her belly before moving to peck Jaenara's forehead making groan in distaste.

Jaenara wave him away when he tried to kiss her on her lips, Aemond frown at the irriated look on her face.

"I'll be back before dinner..." Aemond trails off, moving away from the bed towards the door before turning to Jaenara, "...I love you, jaenara." He says in the softest voice that had Jaenara glancing up at him.

"Mm-hmm."

Aemond frown again as he wife turn her attention back to her book, Aemond didn't say anything before he left. When the door closed, Jaenara closed the book in her hands and toss it across the room as her mood shifted from irriated to bothered.

She hated when he goes soft like that, she hated it and carved it, sometimes she wish she didn't feel anything at her. Her emotions was all over the place and it was beginning to be draining to figure out what she wanted, why is it that when she's truely alone she starts contemplating her whole life.

Jaenara turn on her side and close her eyes, she ended to stop thinking and start relaxing. The whole point of coming here was for her to get away from all the crap going on back at King's Landing, she needed peace and calm, maybe tomorrow she go out for a walk on the beach, the snell of the ocean always calms her.

All she got to do is make sure her insufferable husband won't be there to ruin her day.

[kimbappykidding]

Imagine overhearing your crush, Jongho, getting rudely shut down by a mean idol and deciding to do something about it.

You thought there was nothing worse in the world than watching your crush ask out another girl but you were wrong. 

You'd known Jongho had a crush on Maisie even since he checked her out at an award show and the boys never let him forget it. So when you saw him heading towards her you knew what was going to happen and even though you were sad because he was asking out another girl he was your best friend so you just wanted him to be happy. You were stood on a platform near the girl and so you could hear the whole conversation. You went to move away until you heard her reply and it made you very angry indeed. "I'm sorry I'm just way too pretty for you" Maisie said and your jaw dropped. It's fine for a girl to say no to a guy but there's no reason to be rude about it. Sure if Jongho had been harassing her you'd be praising her for telling him how it is but he'd been nothing but respectful and nice to her. There was no reason for her to hurt him like this. "She did not just say that" you said and your fellow Dreamcatcher member Yoohyeon looked at you "what did she say?" but you shushed her because the conversation was carrying on. Jongho must've also been confused because she was now being even ruder. "Look I only date guys who are at least as good-looking as me and you're not so later" and she walked away. You saw she was actually smiling and felt anger surge through you "I'm going after her" you said but your members, who finally realised what was happening, knew in your current state that probably wasn't a good idea. "Y/n just wait a minute" Dami said and JiU nodded "yeah just take a moment to calm down" when Siyeon grabbed your arm "Y/n you have bigger issues, Jongho". You looked over to where he'd been and froze to see him making a beeline for the door clearly upset and rattled. "Shit" you swore "text Hongjoong and tell him I'll make sure Jongho gets home okay" and you rushed after him.

You found Jongho outside just sitting on the curb staring into space. "Jongho" you called and he looked up but didn't meet your eye. "Hey Y/n I just wanted some air" he said flatly and you nodded coming to sit beside him "okay". You'd known Jongho for 4 years now and in that time learned you just had to let him speak when he was ready. Jongho was silent for a few seconds before he sighed "you know don't you?". You paused before nodding "yeah I heard but Jongho please don't be upset, she's horrible and should be ashamed of herself". Jongho buried his head in his hands not speaking and you looked at him unsure of what to do. "Jongho?" you asked "do you want me to take you home?" and he nodded "yes please". You got him in your car and then paused. "I don't want to talk about it" Jongho said pre-empting your next question and you nodded "okay" and drove home in silence.

Once you got to Jongho's place you came inside and watched tv with him until his members came home. He was quiet all night and the guys asked what happened but he wouldn't tell them. They then asked you once he'd gone to bed and you shook your head "it's Jongho's story to tell, someone was just incredibly rude to him so he might be a little down the next few days. So just keep an eye on him and big him up as much as you can". The boys assured you they would and thanked you for being with him. "I'll always be there for Jongho" you replied and San smiled "Y/n where can I find a woman like you?" and you laughed "with that smile of yours you'll find one easily" and you said goodnight to them all before driving home. Your members were all anxious to know how Jongho was and were furious on his behalf. They didn't know exactly what Maisie said but could guess and all promised the next time they saw Jongho they'd be extra kind to him. You appreciated all their support and texted Jongho before you went to bed telling him you were here if he needed you but didn't get any reply. When you next saw Jongho he acted like that night never happened and you figured he was trying to move on so went along with it. Maisie didn't come up in your everyday conversation anyway so it was easy to pretend she never existed but there was an event looming on the horizon. The yearly Isac games. You knew Maisie’s group Porcelain was going to be there because you got a list of the attending groups a week before. You asked Jongho about the event and he didn't say much about it but you knew he was worried about seeing her again. He hadn't been at many events, especially not the socials afterwards since that night so this would be the first time he saw her. His members had worked out which group it was and which member and promised you they'd keep an eye on him. You saw Maisie enter before you saw Jongho and you tensed up watching her. She looked so happy and carefree and that bugged you. Gahyeon hugged you telling you to ignore her and you nodded taking her hand "yeah...I won't let her ruin my day" but of course she was everywhere you went. When you went to go grab a bib she was in front of you. When you were lining up on the track her group was right behind you. You kept hearing her annoying laugh, the same one she'd used when she rejected Jongho, and it bothered you insanely. So when you found out your group was facing Porcelain in a football match you were more than ready. You were competitive anyway but JiU made you promise to behave. "Don't start a fight with her or anything, not because I think you wouldn't win but more like I know you'd kick her ass and get told off" and you laughed "I would, wouldn't I?" and the girls chuckled. You were pretty good at football so were the striker and it just so happened Maisie was a defender. You sighed when you saw the position she'd been given, meaning she'd be with you all the time and Siyeon rubbed your arm "it's okay, you can beat her but just don't be excessive" and you nodded "okay". Anytime Maisie got the ball you dispossessed her and it was honestly quite cathartic but to be honest she didn't get the ball much because she acted like this was 50 years ago and screamed anytime the ball came near her. She'd then look around to see if anyone had noticed her reaction and adjust her hair telling you she wasn't really scared but was doing that annoying thing of pretending to be weak to appear more girly as if being weak had anything to do with being a woman. So you started marking other players because she was clearly no threat and you didn't want to be beside her any more than you had to be. You managed to score twice and were winning 3 - 1 when the literal golden opportunity arrived. They were playing music in the background and an Ateez song came on making you glance to where the boys were standing, cheering you in the stands. Then there was a scuffle on the pitch where one of Maisie's members pushed Handong nearly making her fall. The ball rolled away from the group of girls and directly to Maisie. She got the ball but didn't see you directly behind her. She actually giggled thinking she was in the clear and it was so perfect you smiled. You sprinted towards her and her fans started trying to warn her but it was too late. You tackled the ball from her, not even touching her, but with enough momentum, she was knocked to the floor with a child-like scream. You proceeded to the goal and shot it into the top right corner and your fans erupted into screams. Your teammates all cheered and you did a celebration dance. Maisie was furious because there was now mud on her face and she claimed you pushed her. The referee kept telling her you hadn't even touched her and that made her actually shriek. "God what a mess" Sua said and you giggled. You knew it was mean but after that, you tried to annoy Maisie as much as you could. You'd purposefully bump into her and anytime she so much as went near the ball you were there. She was clearly getting really annoyed with you and you actually heard her comment that girls like that shouldn't be allowed to play with normal girls. "If she falls on me she could literally injure me!" you heard her tell one of her members and you grinned "then maybe try and stay on your feet? Hard I know but give it a go" and you ran off. The hilarious part was she actually did try challenging you a few times too but you easily outmanoeuvred her by being faster, stronger and more skilled. You were enjoying this way too much but thankfully the whistle was called and you won. You didn't gloat too much but did cheer with your members. "Y/n you murdered her!" Handong cried and you laughed "well I guess it was just payback for Jongho" and they all nodded. "Plus revenge for knocking you down" you said to Handong who blushed and smiled. Nobody messed with the people you cared about. When you saw Ateez later the boys were similarly pleased with your performance and congratulated you. "Way to take out the trash Y/n!" Wooyoung cried and Seonghwa nodded "I thought she was actually going to try and fight you at one point". "Yeah like she'd be dumb enough to try that!" Yunho cried and you laughed thanking them all but one member was suspiciously quiet. Jongho. You figured he might just be quiet because of the circumstance but even later on when the event ended he still hadn't spoken to you. You thought this was odd so managed to find him backstage. "Hey" you said waving to him "how are you? I haven't seen you all day". Jongho nodded "fine" but didn't look up from his phone. You frowned "are you sure? You don't seem fine". "I'm fine" he repeated not coldly but firmly so you let it drop. After Isac Ateez were having a party and they invited your group and a few others. You went and noticed Jongho wasn't joining in. He claimed he was getting changed but spent nearly 2 hours in his room and when he appeared he just went outside so you followed him. "Hey" you called and Jongho nodded "hi". "So... you sure you're still okay?” you asked and Jongho just nodded. "Jongho look it's okay you're upset to see her. It's going to be awkward the first few times but it must've been great watching us beat her". Jongho sighed "yeah sure...watching your friend fight your battles feels great". You paused "what? I wasn't fighting your battle just giving her a taste of her own medicine”. Jongho shook his head "didn't look like it to me. Looked like I was too pathetic to act so you did instead". "Jongho people aren't going to think that” you argued but he shook his head "yes they are! People know we're friends and you made it so obvious you had a problem with Maisie. They can easily connect the dots". You frowned "I...well I don't think I embarrassed you. We're friends, why wouldn't I want to defend you?" you asked. Jongho sighed "but it makes me look so weak y/n!". "Why because a girl was defending you?" you asked. "No of course not! I've watched you beat Wooyoung up tons of times and cheered you on. I know you're strong and have no issues with that". "So what about me was so embarrassing?" you asked. When Jongho couldn't reply you shook your head "sorry for trying to help" you said "next time I won't so I won't humiliate you" and stormed away. Jongho watched you go and lasted 10 seconds before he rushed after you, the guilt setting in but you’s disappeared!The house was pretty full but he spotted your members and approached them. They just wordlessly pointed to the front door and he receded out of it. He thought he might have to chase after your car but he found you sitting at the bench at the end of the path. "Mind if I sit?" he asked and you shook your head. "I'm sorry" he said "you're not embarrassing. You always have my corner and I'm so grateful for that". "So what made you so upset?" you asked. Jongho sighed "I guess because you confronting her confirmed it happened. I know it did but I just pretend it didn't in public. That's why I've never confronted her, I'm too embarrassed to but you going head to head with her...I felt like it made it more real. It wasn't something I could just pretend didn't happen and that embarrassed me. I was embarrassed of myself" he clarified "for being such an idiot to think a girl like that would be into me". You shook your head "don't do that, don't put yourself down for her". "But it's true!" Jongho said "I was feeling good that night because I'd got compliments from lots of idols about the high note I reached and my body was the best I'd ever seen. I was feeling confident so I tried my luck but I overshot. No matter how good a singer I am I still don't look like Wooyoung". "Stop it" you said "I didn't kick Maisie's ass today for you to think you're not good-looking. I did it to prove to her you were. That there are people out there who disagree with her and think you're a great guy. You're strong, handsome and have a beautiful kind face any girl with a brain would want". "That's sweet but you're probably the only person who thinks that and you're my best friend so you just see me in the perfect non-sexy way friends view one another". You looked down and shook your head "guess I'm not a friend then" and Jongho looked at you "what?". "I think you're hot Jongho, I have for a while" you admitted and Jongho's eyes widened "what?". "I'm attracted to you" you admitted "which is partly why it angered me so much to hear Maisie say that stuff to you and how it affected you. I hated that it made your confidence dip because to me... you're beautiful". Jongho blushed and looked down "I had no idea...". "Yeah well it was something I kept hidden" you admitted "I wasn't going to melt anytime you walked in the room". Jongho smiled "no you're way too cool for that" making you pause and blush. "So you're telling me all this time I could've had a girl like you and I was after Maisie?" Jongho asked. You paused "I guess" and he shook his head "wow now I'm really glad she rejected me because nobodies better than you". You blushed "wait so you...". "I like you too" Jongho admitted shooting you one of his beautiful smiles "you've always showered me with care and love and I want to do the same with you. I think I can make you happy" he said placing a hand on your face making you blush even more. "I think you can too" you admitted and you both leaned forwards at once. "Hey has anyone seen Jongho?" Seonghwa asked the group assembled before him "he's not in his room". "He went after Y/n like an hour ago, is he not back yet?" Siyeon asked. "No, I hope he's okay" Yunho sighed when Sua started laughing. "What's so funny?" Hongjoong asked and the girl turned around smiling. "Neither of them got very far, look" Sua said stepping away from the window and they all rushed forwards...to see the two of you wrapped up together on the bench. Jongho had an arm around you and you were leaving against his chest. Jongho was leaning his head against yours and the two of you looked so cute. "Finally!" Wooyoung cheered and all the members laughed before gasping realising the other group knew all along too. They all began debating which one of you had fallen for the other first but you and Jongho were far away. Wrapped up with each other nothing else in the world mattered because you'd finally found each other. _____ Okay so I heard a rumour something similar to what I described at the start of this story really happened to Jongho. I'm not saying the rumour is true and I changed the idol's name to not accuse her, but the idea alone made me so sad and angry so I created this!

[ghostsy]

A Spotted Mind

WARNINGS: yandere, abuse of power, possessiveness, nsfw, smut, non-consensual implications, implied kidnapping

A/N: i'm not sure how i feel about this, but it took me longer than it should've, so i'm posting it. ^^

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! SHINSO HITOSHI X READER

“I don’t understand.”

“Look, I know it isn’t exactly fair, but–”

“No. I mean, I don’t understand.” Calloused hands ran through purple locks, pulling, tugging, anything to alleviate the building frustration. 

“Years. Years risking my life, years saving lives, years doing everything a hero is supposed to fucking do.” There was a humourless laugh cutting through the words.

This couldn’t be fucking happening. He started pacing, hands unsure, clenching and unclenching their fists, rubbing down his face.

“And where does that get me? Back in elementary school apparently, where everyone’s scared of the freak with the villain’s quirk.” His eyes hardened, flashing with memories he thought he’d long buried, fears he had long killed. 

“Stop.” His former mentor’s voice, monotonous as ever, made him pause; he turned to meet his eyes–well eye and eye patch. “Those are the terms, like it or not. And while I, personally, err on the side of not, that won’t get us anywhere.”

“So what? I don’t have any choice? Let the Hero Commission fuck about with my life all they want, or give up my hero license? You can’t be serious.”

The black haired man sighed, “Things are a little different than in my day, kid. Even underground heroes have to appeal to the public now–”

He scoffed, “I’d hardly say I’m the most unlikeable hero. Or did they happen to forget the guy who explodes buildings and yells at reporters like it’s a sport? Oh, but he’s number two, and makes tween girls wet, so fuck me, I guess.”

“You can sit here throwing a pity party for yourself, if that’s what you want. But you have a choice to make: give up the dream you’ve worked so hard to achieve, the dream you’ve bled for, the dream people have died for…” Uncrossing his arms, his mentor pushed off the wall.

“Or,” He headed for the door, hand catching on the frame, “Go to therapy.” 

He paused, turning; a sly smile played at his lips, “Who knows, you might actually like it.”

. ♡ .

“Nice to meet you! No…Nice to meet you! Ugh, that’s worse. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

She huffed out a sigh, smoothing over her pencil skirt in the floor length mirror, and shook the nerves from her body. She squared her face into a serious expression, reaching a hand towards her reflection.

“Nice to meet you, Mr…” Her hand hung mid air, eyes searching the ceiling for an answer before she groaned, smacking a hand over her face. “What am I even supposed to call him? His hero name? Or…is that too impersonal?” 

She started pacing, “No. You don’t know him, you aren’t friends.” Her hands rubbed at her face, “But this is supposed to be a comfortable environment.” 

She didn’t hear the knock at her door as she muttered to herself, “Hero name or real name. Hero name or real name…eenie meenie–”

“Uhh, am I interrupting something?”

She yelped, jumping a bit in her skin, before scrambling to contain herself.

“Ah! Hello!” She cleared her throat in an attempt to rid herself of the squeakiness, “Hello, it’s nice to meet you, Mr–” She tripped over the plush chair in front of her on her way to greet him, only to be caught by toned arms instead of old leather.

He helped her up as she dusted herself off, flustered, and embarrassed. Looking into lilac eyes, she found indifference and annoyance. How should she deal with this?

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. That was incredibly unprofessional.” She sighed, introducing herself, “How would you like me to address you?”

He gave her his name, “I’m not exactly a working hero right now, anyway.” His face twisted in irritation, and she made a mental note, painting a pleasant smile on her lips.

“The Hero Commission informed me of your situation. I promise, spend the next six months with me, and I’ll send you home with a stamp of approval, and then you can get right back to saving lives.” She giggled a bit, reaching a hand to her face like a schoolgirl sharing a secret, “But, between you and me, I think this is complete bullshit.”

His eyes widened a fraction in surprise, softening a bit, and she fist pumped in her mind. Nailed it!

“In any case, we should get started. Sit, please.” She gestured to the couch across from them, and he took a seat. She cleared her throat as she sat herself in her chair, “I assume you know why you’re here with me today?”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah.”

A beat. Nope, okay, that’s all she was getting right now. Time to change tactics.

“You know, since we’re going to be spending a lot of time together these next few months, it might be best to get to know each other a bit before diving in head first. Is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

His eyes scanned her, analyzing, sizing her up, “You look a little young to be a therapist.”

Internally she sighed, she was expecting that one, “I’m twenty-four, so you’re technically correct. However, I assure you, I am more than qualified.”

He scoffed a bit, “What, am I your first client or something?”

“As someone who has worked as a hero since age fifteen, I’m sure you understand that there is no age requirement to start helping people.” She supposed it was her fault for opening this door in the first place.

He huffed, rolling his eyes, “Whatever you say, doc.”

Well, that was annoying. She sighed, No, she could do this.

“Do you know why the Hero Commission sent you to me?”

“Like I said, I–”

“No.” She kept the pleasant smile on her face. No time like the present, she supposed, “I mean, why they sent you to me.”

He was growing agitated, she could tell, “No.”

“Well, I may know a thing or two about having a villainous quirk.”

. ♡ .

So she could read minds. Big deal. He kicked a stray rock along the sidewalk as he walked home. He huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. That was hardly villainous. It’s not like she could do anything with that. He could mind control, for fuck’s sake.

But, he paused, he supposed he could see her point. He’d spent a good part of their hour and a half session on edge, wondering if she had looked into his mind, violated his privacy.

She had given him a sheepish smile, and assured him she wouldn’t use her quirk without his permission. To which he became even more suspicious. If she wasn’t reading his mind, how did she know what he was thinking?

“How do I know what you’re thinking if I’m not reading your mind, right?” She’d giggled. He had had half a mind to walk out right there.

“Believe it or not, you’re an incredibly easy person to read. Your emotions are written all over your face.”

Well, fuck you too, then. No one on the planet had ever told him that. In fact, he took pride in the monotonous, uncaring mask he’d perfected over the years.

“Oh, please don’t take offense,” She fiddled with her fingers before looking back up at him, “it’s…a side effect. Of my quirk. I can’t really turn that part off–the…understanding people part.”

She was an endearing little thing, he’d give her that. “S’fine.” He’d avoided her gaze in part embarrassment, and part annoyance. No. He wasn’t supposed to like her. This whole thing was happening against his will.

He huffed out a sigh, eyes following the setting sun. Six months. Six months, and he’d be free. He could do that. But he’d be damned if he enjoyed it.

. ♡ .

“Bullshit.”

She laughed, almost doubling over when she met his dull eyes, “I’m serious!”

“You’re just trying to one up me right now; there’s no way you got expelled for using your quirk,” He scoffed.

“I did!” She stifled her laughter to explain, “Granted, I’d read the teacher’s mind to get answers to a test, so it wasn’t completely unwarranted.”

He quirked an eyebrow, and she knew she was being judged, “In my defense, I was like twelve, and terrible at algebra.”

He remained unimpressed, “So you cheated,” he crossed his arms, “How did they even know you used it?”

“Well, I have to make eye contact, you know,” He nodded as she explained, “So, it’s not exactly discreet, but–”

“Okay, but if you’re in someone’s mind, how would they know that?”

“Let me finish! So, I’m flipping through Mrs. Kamakura’s mind, and–”

“Flipping?”

“Mhmm! People’s minds are like…storybooks. You get little flashes of images as you–sort of think of it as–as you’re flipping the page,” She paused, “Wait, you don’t get that?”

“What the fuck? No, IMAX, I don’t get that. It’s like…” He trailed off, eyes searching for the explanation, “It’s like once I’ve got them, I’m holding a leash, and wherever I guide, they follow. There’s no image, just a feeling of…control.”

She blinked, and he nearly cursed himself for freaking her out, only to be met with the sound of laughter, “Wait, wait, so–oh my god–that’s like, you gotta know that sounds kinky as fuck, right?”

He felt his face heat, and while he knew he should be disgusted, he let his mind flash with an image: he had to admit, she’d look good like that, at his feet, eyes wide, thighs pressed together in anticipation of what he’d make her do next—thank god she was too much of a goody two shoes to look inside. 

He squared his face back to neutral, “I could have your license revoked for that, you know.”

She settled, a warm smile at her lips as she shrugged, “You’re more than welcome to take your complaints up with the Hero Commission, but I can’t guarantee your next therapist will be nearly as fun as me.”

He rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile, “You’re hardly a therapist.”

“Oh my god,” She gasped mockingly, “You are so rude! No wonder you got stuck with me.”

He laughed, and as he caught sight of the twinkle in her eyes, a feeling he couldn’t quite place bubbled in his chest.

. ♡ .

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Look, I know it’s not exactly a pleasant memory, but–”

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it.” He crossed his arms, avoiding her gaze.

She sighed out his name, “You’ve been coming to see me for a few weeks now, and we have yet to even talk about the reason you’re here in the first place.” She really did like talking casually with him, but she had a job to do, never mind how he huffed at her like a petulant child.

“You’re the one who said that reason is bullshit, so I don’t know why you’re pressing the issue.” 

Yep. She knew that would come back to bite her. 

“Just because it’s bullshit doesn’t mean it has no consequences,” She was trying so hard to stay the good guy; she finally felt like he’d started to trust her, “I understand what it’s like to–”

“You don’t understand anything. So you got kicked out of school when you were twelve for cheating on a test,” He scoffed, “Do you have any idea what it’s like to have the people you’re trying to help look at you like you’re a—like you’re a fucking monster?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off.

“No, you don’t,” His eyebrows knit together in frustration, “I’m out there trying to save the lives of people who hate me while you’re in here making small talk with whoever’s unlucky enough to pass through your door. It’s not the same thing.”

There was a beat of silence, and something twisted in his chest when he caught a glimpse of the kicked puppy look that crossed her face. Before he could apologize she began speaking. 

She rolled her lip between her teeth, sighing, “You know, you’re the first hero client I’ve ever had.” He opened his mouth to respond, but she wasn’t finished, “I mean, technically, you were right, I haven’t really had clients before, either.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, “Then, what–”

“I told you I was expelled from school when I was twelve, but I never told you that that was the last school I ever went to,” A melancholy look glazed over her eyes, “Somewhere along the line, don’t ask me how, the Hero Commission was informed of my quirk–apparently mind reading is rarer than you think.”

She started to fiddle and pull at her fingers as she avoided his gaze, “I spent the next six years in special schooling, before interrogating captured villains for the Hero Commission,” A humourous laugh left her, “my parents were just so excited at the prospect of their little girl being some type of hero.”

“But, you know,” Her voice started to shake, “When you’re invading someone’s mind, stealing their thoughts, no matter how many bad things they’ve done, no matter how villainous they claim to be,” she swallowed the unshed tears, eyes hardening, “When they fight, and claw, and beg for you to just please, get out of their head, you don’t feel like anyone’s hero.”

He knew the feeling well, and as he listened, he found a sort of familiarity in her words. Had anyone been able to put his thoughts into words before?

She smiled a bitter smile, “So, yeah, I know what it’s like to be looked at like a…fucking monster.”

He swallowed, hating the break in her voice. “I didn’t know that.”

She cleared her throat, “As the years went by, I wasn’t just interrogating villains, I was talking to them, helping them,” Her eyes shifted, “They’re people too, you know. They deserve a chance just like the rest of us–to change.”

That bubbling feeling in his chest started to boil. He decided he kind of liked it. The warmth of it. Of her.

She huffed out another laugh, “So imagine my surprise when the Hero Commission came to me with a new challenge. Not a villain. But a hero. A hero to help.” She finally met his gaze, “You.”

. ♡ .

She tossed a few newspaper articles on the glass table in between them, gesturing for him to sort through them. He rolled his eyes, reluctantly obliging.

“Well?” She asked earnestly.

He quirked a brow, lifting his gaze to meet hers, “Well?”

“How do those articles make you feel?”

He scoffed, “Oh, fuck off.”

She laughed lightly, “I’m serious. Come on, tell me. How do they make you feel?”

“You know, for a fake therapist, you’re awfully stereotypical.”

“Now you fuck off, I’m not a fake therapist,” Her lips pulled into a crooked grin, “You know, if you don’t wanna talk about it, I could always take a peek? Would just take a second.” Her smile turned mischievous.

He hated the way his chest warmed, a smile pulling at his lips, “What, you spill your deep dark secrets to me, and it only takes two months to start threatening me?”

“I’m not threatening you.” 

The singsong in her voice made him want to take her over his knee. Brat. Wait. Fuck–he really needed to stop thinking of her like that. But he couldn’t help the way his cheeks heated as he imagined it.

Ass on full display, glowing red. Hands numb as he trapped them in one of his own while she cried. Her hair sticking to her face with the wetness, begging for his forgiveness. He’d give it to her, of course he would. But, he’d tell her, stroking the dome of his canvas, she needed to earn it first.

He shook himself from his thoughts and rolled his eyes playfully, turning back to the articles.

‘UNDERGROUND HEROES: ARE THEY REALLY HERE TO PROTECT YOU?’

and another few with his hero name plastered at the top,

‘MIND CONTROL HERO USES QUIRK ON UNSUSPECTING CIVILIANS’

and

‘HERO OR VILLAIN IN DISGUISE? THE TRUTH ABOUT AN UNDERGROUND HERO.’ 

“I feel like these are complete bullshit.”

She looked unimpressed, “Bullshit is not a feeling.”

He searched her eyes for mercy, and found none, “Fine,” he groaned, “I feel angry. I feel like no matter what I do, I just can’t fucking win; I’m always the bad guy, like this one–”

He pulled up the second article, “Unsuspecting civilians?” He scoffed, “I was responding to a domestic violence call, sue me for telling a guy to stop beating his wife.”

“And this one,” He pulled out another, “What, villain in disguise? Just cause the paparazzi got a picture of me half awake at four in the goddamn morning, and I had the audacity to look annoyed?”

He went on, listing the problems with each and every one, before sighing. “I just don’t understand. Tabloids print stupid rumours about heroes all the time, but because of my quirk, everyone thinks they somehow must be true?” 

He was getting heated, hands becoming animated as he spoke, “What? I make one real mistake, and I’m suddenly like some burnt out celebrity who gets sent to rehab, so that they can get back in society’s good graces. It’s…bullshit.”

“You know,” He laughed a bit in disbelief, “I don’t give a shit if you’re a fake therapist or not, I’m telling you this in confidence, okay?” He looked up at her.

Startled a bit at the abrupt pause, her eyebrows raised, but she nodded quickly in affirmation, gesturing for him to continue.

“It’s almost like they want me to be a villain,” he huffed, hands pulling at his hair, “And…and sometimes…sometimes I feel like…maybe I’d be better off as one.”

His eyes shifted, “No,” searching desperately for the words, “That’s not true,” he sighed, hands rubbing at his face.

“For once,” he lifted his gaze, “Just for once, I’d like to be someone’s hero,” his eyes seemed to burn so intensely into hers that she had to remind herself to breathe.

“I want someone to look at me and think, that’s my hero.”

. ♡ .

She fiddled with her fingers as she stood in front of the boardroom, willing herself not to rock back and forth on her heels. Her eyes scanned the room, searching the faces for any discernible shifts in emotion.

“And you’re positive?” One of the men finally spoke, “It’s only been four months–the agreement was six.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by another, scratchier voice.

“You’re kidding, right?” He scoffed, “four months of chitchat, and you’re ready to send him back into the field?”

Someone else cleared their throat, “I’m inclined to agree–the severity of the situation demands more promising results than simply your word.”

She nodded, and, at the ensuing silence, realized that was her cue, “Ah! Yes, well. I really do think we’ve made progress. Of course, I’m willing to wait two more months, but–”

“But he has some of the best capture numbers on the Hero Billboard,” The man at the head of the table interrupted, “It’s in our best interest to get him back to work as soon as possible. If you’re sure we can assure the public of the anomaly of the matter–”

“She hasn’t even used her quirk,” The man with the scratchy voice interrupted, “At least give us that assurance,” He scoffed, “The man publicly dismembered a villain on national television.”

“With all do respect, sir, he didn’t dismember anyone,” She interjected, letting her annoyance get the better of her for a moment before containing herself, “While I agree the reaction was extreme–”

“And the fact that children watched as a man ripped his own limbs off.” Another scoffed.

She cleared her throat, “Yes, well,” Her eyes shifted, searching for the answer, “Had he done nothing, none of those children would have lived to see another day–lest we forget the damage those limbs were capable of–he’s a hero, at the end of the day,” She was getting heated again, “He did his job; we should all be grateful.”

There was a beat of silence as the words were absorbed, and the man at the head of the table finally spoke, “I trust your judgment,” Her eyes nearly lit up, but then, “But, I also see the appeal of assurance we can give the public. Look into his mind–the knowledge that this won’t happen again, that he isn’t a threat, will ensure we don’t end up right back here in a few months time.”

She deflated, but regained her composure, swallowing the unease building in her chest, “Yes, sir.”

. ♡ .

“No fucking way.”

“Oh, come on! I just wanna know what it feels like. You’re the only person I’ve met with a quirk even similar to mine–”

“I said, No.”

“How ‘bout we make a deal?” She stamped down the building feelings of guilt–this was the only way to help him, really help him.

He turned the words over in his mind, “What deal?”

Stop it. This is for the best. “You use your quirk on me, just like I asked.”

His eyes dulled, “I’m not seeing the deal part of this arrangement.”

“Hear me out,” There was a thrumming of anxiety in her chest, “You use your quirk on me, and to make it fair, I use mine on you. That way we’re both equally culpable.”

There was a beat of silence before he snorted, “Never knew you were such a pervert, doc.”

Her face heated, and she tripped over her words, “That’s not what I mean!” She huffed, collecting herself, “You don’t want to use your quirk on me, and I don’t want to use my quirk on you–this way, we both have to do something we don’t want.”

“Who says I want you in my mind, pervert?” His eyes narrowed playfully.

“Stop calling me that, or I swear I’ll make sure you’re stuck with me ‘till you die.”

“Would that be so terrible?” He surprised himself with the words, but the way her cheeks heated soothed his own embarrassment. Fine, he figured, he’d give her a bone. “Alright, alright, don’t blow a gasket, deal.”

“Really?” She nearly sighed from relief, but then he continued.

“But” He told her, “You better stay surface level, I don’t need you seeing all that dark shit in my brain.”

It was her turn to narrow her eyes, scanning him for a moment, before deciding, “...Do you look at foot fetish por–”

“Okay!” He interrupted, flustered, “ Deal’s off.”

“Nooo!” She whined, “I take it back, I was kidding, please.”

She paused a moment, “You know, you shouldn’t be ashamed, everyone has their own ki–”

“I swear to God, I’ll use my quirk on you just to get you to shut the fuck up.”

She hummed, content, “Lovely,” She gestured for him to continue, “take it away.”

He rolled his eyes, “I have to ask you a question, what are you, stupid?”

“Hey–!” And she was gone.

He found himself staring into blank pupils, and missing the color. Though, he couldn’t help the giddiness that bubbled in his chest of having her under his control. Fuck. He knew he shouldn’t have done this. She was wrong–he enjoyed the fantasy of this moment far too much–it was her fault for pressing the issue in the first place.

He shook himself from his thoughts, opting to scan across her body. How easy it would be. He thought. She wouldn’t even remember. He could be buried balls deep inside her, ruin her, and she’d be none the wiser. But, he sighed, he’d really rather her a conscious participant.

He glanced down at the table where a glass of water sat in front of her. She’d be so pissed. But, he’d be able to see her tits through her ruined white blouse without committing a felony. Yeah, that would do just fine.

“Pick up that glass of water.” She obeyed. “Pour it over yourself.” She did. Well, fuck. He knew he’d enjoy the view, but felt embarrassed at the growing tightness in his pants.

I mean, he hadn’t let her go just yet–he could alleviate himself–No. He told himself. He promised he’d behave. He waited a little while for the bulge in his pants to die down before releasing her.

“Wha–” She groaned, but it fell to a whine when she felt the wetness on her chest, “Are you kidding me? You are such an asshole!” 

He huffed out a laugh as she lamented the ruined shirt, “Hey, you made your bed–I told you I didn’t want to do it.”

“Fuck you,” she said, stamping, and twisting at the shirt with her hands, “You owe me a new shirt.”

He shrugged, “Your turn, doc,” He paused, would she see those dirty thoughts of his? “Surface level, okay? Surface level.”

She nodded, smiling a bit when he handed her his jacket–-only for her to use it as a towel, wiping at her shirt. He really couldn’t win, could he?

“It’ll be easier to do that if you relax,” She adjusted herself in her seat, meeting his eyes, “That way, no stray thoughts pop up in your brain that you don’t want me to see. Otherwise, I won’t be able to control what I find.”

He wondered if she was aware of his thoughts already, but a look in her eyes, and he found nothing but earnest innocence, trust. He sighed internally, the shit he’d do for her. 

“Fire away, doc.”

It was always a bit strange at first. Storybook analogy aside, everyone’s mind formulated its thoughts a bit differently, and each time she’d have to navigate a different type of maze. She made a point to look only for what she came for, no matter how curious she became. But, as she sorted through his mind, she couldn’t find any truly villainous thoughts.

She sighed internally; she was right. The Hero Commission was wrong. And now, she could give him what he’s wanted these past few months, and send him on his way. Though, she found herself a bit disappointed she wouldn’t be seeing him around anymore. No, she shook herself from her thoughts, Don’t be selfish.

Nothing out of the ordinary; she should leave before things became more complicated, and as if the universe could read her mind, she was met with a flood of thoughts.

He watched as she sat across from him, eyes boring into his, mind elsewhere–well mind inside his. Think normal thoughts, he repeated, think normal thoughts. His eyes caught sight of the sheer fabric sticking to her skin, and he felt himself slip.

There was a flash of him bent over a woman on a desk, her desk–was that her? Her wrists caught in a deadlock by his hand as he rammed into her. She was crying out for him, back arched, ass pressing into the hips that slammed against her. Fuck me. His other hand wound around her hair, yanking her head up to look at him. Fuck me! Kissing up her neck, his teeth left bruises in their wake. 

Love me. Sweat dripped down from his brow, and he licked up her cheek, biting at her earlobe. Love me! He took her jaw in his fingers, turning her face to kiss her–she was sure that was her now. Spit glossed their lips as he pulled back, rutting into her in a way that had pornographic whines forced from her throat, drool coating her chin, and staining the desk below them. Her face heated, and she scrambled to leave his mind before finding something newer, something more disturbing. 

Oh my god, she thought. Was he walking her on a fucking leash? No. Don’t kinkshame. That’s fine–

Yes, Master. The woman, this abomination that was her, purred. Whatever you want, Master. 

He watched her face as she knelt below him. Fingers running down between her tresses and pulling, letting her whine, and squeal, choking as he guided her bloated lips up and down and up and down his cock. Come on, He told her, Beg me, a sharp smile, canines dripping, Beg me to let you breathe. Her tears wet the purple tuft at his v-line, lips stained with precum, eyes shiny and wide, looking up at him as she tried not to spasm from the bulge shoved halfway down her throat. Searching for approval.

It’s just a thought he can’t–

They were on a bed. She was crying–his hands around her throat, fingers curled into the collar secured tightly around her neck–as he fucked into her. Her eyes crossed, tongue hanging from her mouth as her tits rocked from the force. Sweat dripped from his abs to where her legs were spread by his hips. He mouthed at her tits, pulling a nipple between his teeth while he took the other breast in his hand, kneading, squeezing. She was squealing. Please, sir. That didn’t sound like her. Can I cum?

Her hands reached up to tug at his locks, but he forced them into the mattress, fingers intertwining with her own. He snorted, You cum when I say you can, pet. She whined as his hips sped their motions, moaning, and turning, trying and failing to pull her hands from beneath his grip.

Please, Master, can I cum Master? I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good, Master. That god forsaken collar tethered her to the bed like a glorified sex doll–little bell jingling each time he thrust into her. He laughed, and she couldn’t help the chill in her bones. Who do you belong to, huh? His breath ragged from exertion, Tell your Master who you belong to.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.

She forced herself out of his mind, heart threatening to break out of her chest.

He looked startled as she came to, and she willed her breathing to slow, swallowing the nerves screaming at her inside her mind. She couldn’t read the emotion that crossed his face, but his eyebrows raised as he waited for her to say something.

She let out a shaky breath, forcing out a laugh, “So,” She swallowed, “Kind of disappointed I didn’t find that foot fet–”

He snorted, “Fuck off,” She followed, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

. ♡ .

“So, that’s it?”

“There’s already a message out to the press,” His mentor told him, “You’re off the hook as soon as it airs.”

“But it’s only been four months?” This didn’t make sense, “What happened?”

“Must have made quite the impression on your therapist,” The older man snorted, “She went right to the Hero Commission, gave them a full clean bill of mental health.”

He knew he should be happy, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. “Can I talk to her?”

The man shrugged, “Don’t see why not, though,” A yawn cut through the words, “heard the Commission’s transferring her–something about the branch in America.”

His heart fell through his chest. She was leaving him without so much as a goodbye? Scratch that. She was leaving him.

“I at least owe her my thanks,” He sighed, eyes hardening in determination, “Let me meet with the Commission."

. ♡ .

She was dodging his calls. A part of her felt badly for her trepidation; he was attracted to her, so what? He was an attractive man. Even she had the stray thought now and then. She’d seen so much worse in the minds of villains, some things that still gave her nightmares. He’s a guy; of course he’s gonna be thinking about sex.

But there was a nagging feeling in the back of her head. She’d been in so many minds, his wasn’t any different. Except it was. 

“It’s like once I’ve got them, I’m holding a leash, and wherever I guide, they follow. There’s no image, just a feeling of…control.”

Control.

That was it. He’d enjoyed it in his thoughts. She knew it. A palpable feeling in the atmosphere of his mind, drunk on the idea of controlling her. 

She’d joked about his kinks, about sex. Maybe a bit unprofessional, in retrospect. But she was trying to lighten the mood. He was her patient, and she was there to help him, to get him to open up. Sue her for trying to be personable.

But it wasn’t just controlling her in the bedroom, where he imagined her beneath him, kneeling at his feet in reverence, like he was–

Like he was her hero. She realized. 

“I want someone to look at me and think, that’s my hero.”

That’s what he had said. She thought it endearing at first, convinced he had more than earned his freedom, but…the way he looked at her,

“You better stay surface level, I don’t need you seeing all that dark shit in my brain.”

There was something darker. Something lurking under the surface. She couldn’t quite place it, losing herself in her thoughts. As she racked her brain for the answer, she didn’t hear the knock at the door.

“Am I interrupting something?”

She jumped, yelping as she turned to catch sight of the purple haired man standing too casually, too comfortably, in her doorway.

“Ah! Oh my god,” She cleared her throat of its squeakiness. She didn’t want to seem vulnerable. “You scared me.”

She stood, not so much to greet him, but in an effort to feel more secure. “Can I ask how you got my address?” She forced a laugh to lighten the atmosphere, “What, you stalking me or something?”

He shrugged, pushing the door closed as he made his way over to her, “Perks of being a working hero,” He paused as he neared her, “Thanks to you.”

Yeah. Way to go. She really tried not to back away as a hand came to brush at her hair, but her feet moved on their own. A look of hurt passed lilac eyes before settling on annoyance. Wow. You nailed it. Shut up.

He cleared his throat, “Heard you were leaving,” He studied her as her fingers started pulling at each other. Not a question. Good. Wait–why was she thinking about that?

“Yeah,” She thought she might rip off one of her fingers with the tension, “They’re opening a new rehabilitation program in–”

“You didn’t say goodbye.” He stepped closer. You know him. Stop freaking out.

“Yes, well, I’m s–” She stepped backward. 

“You know,” His eyes flickered to where her hands fidgeted, “You do that when you’re nervous.” A step forward.

“I’m not–” Another step backward.

He sighed, “I told you to stay surface level.” His eyes shifted, and he huffed, “If you’d just stayed surface level,” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She forced a laugh, “I don’t know what you’re–”

“Cut that out.”

She sighed, “I’m sorry,” Maybe he was just angry at her for violating his privacy. That must be it. “That was wrong of me. I understand if–”

“Honestly, did me a favor,” He huffed out a laugh. What. “Don’t know if I’d ever have had the guts in the first place,” Oh. Was this a confession?

She breathed out his name, “Everyone has feelings,” This was fine. Deescalation. This would work. “And you can’t control all your thoughts. Maybe we should start over.”

He looked at her a moment, eyes widening a fraction before softening. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Almost out of the woods. “Would’ve hated for it to go the other way.” The other way?

“The other way?” It tumbled from her mouth before she could stop it.

He shook his head, “Nevermind,” He looked around, “I’ll help you unpack.” What?

“Unpack?” She felt like a goddamn parrot at this point.

“Well, yeah,” He said it as if it were obvious, “Can’t start over if you’re halfway across the world.”

He was being purposely obtuse, right? This was a joke?

She laughed, but his face remained neutral. She cleared her throat, Professional. Be Professional. “While I appreciate the humour, there are people who need my help in Am–”

“You know, The Hero Commission are fucking terrified of me,” he said, eyes hardening, as if gathering resolve. Where was this going?

“Should’ve realized sooner,” His eyes were cutting into hers, “They’d do just about anything to keep up their image.” He stepped forward again.

“Do anything to keep from another incident,” Her back hit the wall. This was wrong. Everything was wrong.

“You said it yourself, I’m not a villain,” Something shifted, and she saw a glimpse of the kind man she’d come to know these past months. He was gone the next second, “I’d really hate it if you made me a villain.”

“Listen, I’m not sure what–”

“Let’s make a deal,” He smirked, “You use your quirk on me, and to make it fair, I use mine on you. That way we’re both equally culpable.”

“I don’t want to–”

“You don’t want to use your quirk on me, and I don’t want to use my quirk on you–this way, we both have to do something we don’t want.”

He was using her own goddamn words against her.

“You go first,” He brought his face to her level, hand pressed to the wall above her, “C’mon, fire away, doc.” She whimpered, She tried to rationalize the situation in her mind. She knew this man. Didn’t she? 

Stall, and you’ll figure a way out. Maybe she could find something useful in his mind.

She nodded, swallowing. She shook her nerves, feeling drowned by the lilac eyes in front of her. It wasn’t like the last time she’d been inside. Everything he’d been keeping under the surface bubbled up, overwhelming all her senses. It was suffocating. It was fucking terrifying.

She didn’t like this. She didn’t understand this. What the fuck was she seeing?

“Hey,” His other hand took her jaw between his fingers, eyes inside his mind, but ears open, “How does it feel, huh?” His lips were brushing hers.

“How does it feel to be able to see every single thing I’m gonna do to you, and not be able to do a damn thing about it?”

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@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 6 - Mates

Synopsis: More than a year after what happened at Sangravah, Gwyn finally finds the courage to meet with her saviour and reveal a secret that she has been carrying with her.

Word Count: 1.7k

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Gwyn stood before the wide-open window of a cosy sitting room in the House of Wind. The sky was more beautiful from this window than from the smaller one in her tiny room in the library several levels beneath. Even the grey clouds were a welcomed sight when one had spent more than a year being buried in a mountain with little to no contact with the outside world. For a moment, she forgot the nerves that had almost paralysed her earlier and had almost made her go back on her decision. But like the single ray of sunlight peaking through the heavy clouds, Gwyn’s resolve burned bright.

Just when she started thinking that she could use this time to rehearse the words she had so thoroughly practiced in front of her mirror, a knock sounded at the door, drawing a gasp out of her and pulling her eyes back inside. She suddenly regretted not taking Clotho on her offer of being present in the room with her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in as she remembered her own words to the High Priestess. “I can do this. I need to this. It has to be me,’’ she repeated to herself.

The person on the other side of the door knocked again. Gwyn fisted the fabric of her blue priestess robe in hopes that it would conceal the trembling of her hands. She cleared her throat and answered with a, ‘’Come in,’’ that she hoped was loud enough for the person to hear. It felt odd to give someone permission to enter a space that was not even her own. But when had she ever had a space of her own?

She heard the door opening with a slowness that did nothing to calm her. It only got worse when she turned around and beheld him. He was the same as he was when she first saw him all that time ago. It was the same face and the same wind-swept raven hair that often appeared in her dreams. She also recalled those lips that had mouthed a barely audible but still reassuring, “You’re safe”. Even his hazel eyes held the same tenderness that they had when he had wrapped his cloak around her then. She suspected that it was not the fact that she had a pretty good memory but something else that had made it impossible for her to forget a single inch of him. His glorious wings were tucked close to his body and his shadows seemed less frantic than she remembered them being that day. The dark wisps were lighter and remained closer to their master, though she swore that a few were trying to make their way to her. She was not scared of them. She felt like it was impossible for her to fear them and their master.

‘’Hello, Azriel.’’

He stood at the door, a hand still on the knob. If it wasn’t for the proximity between the window and the entrance, Gwyn probably wouldn’t have been able to feel his surprise at seeing her here. She did not know how much the High Lord had told his Spymaster about this meeting or if he had even warned him of who had wanted to speak with him.

‘’Hello, Gwyneth.’’

A shudder ran through her at the sound of her name coming out of his lips. He remembered her name. He remembered her. Gwyn stored that little information to the back of her mind, in the place where she kept everything she knew about him. Like she often did when the memories of that day plagued her, she held onto the sound of his deep, warm voice and let it anchor her.

‘’Rhys informed me that someone wanted to speak with me. I did not expect it to be you,’’ he said, running a hand through his messy hair. He looked as though he had just came back from flying. There was a hint of something in him – nervousness, shyness or cautiousness, she couldn’t tell for sure.

‘’Yes um… I…,’’ Gwyn rambled as she fidgeted with a button on her robe. Her eyes darted from the floor to anywhere else around the room. Azriel remained still with his hands at his side. ‘’I’m sure you must be busy and I’m sorry that I am taking your time but you see…’’

She took a deep a breath in and dared to look upon his face. ‘’Thank you.’’

Azriel’s eyebrows went up. His mouth opened to speak but Gwyn did not let him. Her first words were out and the others were right behind. She needed to talk now before the strong emotions building inside her froze her – before she acknowledged the others that were faintly thrumming inside her. She took a decisive step towards the Shadowsinger, her head held high despite her knees threatening to buckle and bring her down.

“I wanted to thank you. For saving me at Sangravah. I know you were just doing your job and that I was certainly just another victim to you –”

“Gwyneth,” he stopped her and took a hesitant step forward. “Please do not speak about yourself like that. You were very brave that day. Not everyone would have been able to do what you did. And you don’t have to thank me.”

It was the most that she had ever heard him speak. It sealed her belief that no other living being’s voice could seep so deep beneath her skin. That was another thing that she would torment herself with later. Thinking over what he just said, Gwyn decided that now was not the time to reveal how she truly felt about her supposed bravery and heroic deeds. Everything she did was out of fear and with the hope of keeping the others alive. None of those had been enough to protect her sister. And now was not the time to talk about her biggest failure.

“I do,” she insisted. “And I also have to apologise.”

His surprise was very visible on his face this time. She did not give him time to cut her off again. Gwyn held on to the fickle hope that he would understand. She took another step towards him. Because she was not afraid of him. And because she owed him the truth.

“Before you came that day, I was certain that I was about to die. I was already dead in my mind. When the room darkened,” she explained, looking up at the shadows and recalling the fog they had created around her, “I was convinced that it was death coming to claim me. Then I heard a hum echoing in the dark. For a moment, it blocked out the sound of the screaming around.”

Gwyn swore that she was hearing that hum again but wasn’t sure if it was from recalling it or if it was actually happening now. She noticed that Azriel was watching her with curious eyes. She ignored the faint music and focused on what she needed to say.

“That humming, that voice, it grew louder and louder in my head. And when I saw you...”

She took another step forward. “When I looked into your eyes, I felt something...snap.”

Gwyn felt her heart stop. But being only a few steps away from him, she was convinced that it wasn’t her heartbeat that had faltered. She looked into his eyes as he stared at her in shock. The shadows around him had gone still with a few still trying to approach her.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

Gwyn felt a burning in her eyes as tears started to pool there. She gathered all the courage she had left and moved even closer to him. Slowly, so slowly so as to give him time to pull away, she dared to take one of his hands in hers. He flinched at the first contact but remained where he stood. Gwyn ran her fingers on the hand that she remembered by heart and traced the scars there like she already knew their exact pattern. Azriel looked down at their joined hands, his body stiff.

“I hope that one day you can forgive me for not telling you sooner. I was so scared,” she continued, her voice on the verge of breaking. “I know all the rumours about you and the infamous reputation that you have.”

She didn’t know that it was possible for him to go even more still. Gwyn feared that he might faint or just fall and shatter like glass. The feeble thread inside her thrummed faster.

“But I also know that you are so much more than that. I have seen it when you saved me. And I can feel it,” she added with a hand placed on her heart.

Azriel’s eyes raised to look into hers. He remained silent. But Gwyn felt the way he gently squeezed her hand. A tear rolled down her cheek. Gwyn let it. She took another deep breath, determined to tell him everything she had to before she lost her ability to speak. She only had to wait a few moments more before she could lock herself in her bedroom and cry herself to sleep like she so often did.

“I wish for you to find someone who is truly deserving of you. Someone who is not broken like me. Someone who can match your beauty and strength and your courage. Someone who will see all of you.”

She let go of his hand and placed hers on his chest. This would probably be the last opportunity that she would have to be this close to him. With that in mind, Gwyn raised herself on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

“You deserve so much more than me. I’m sorry.”

She didn’t give herself time to examine what the look on his face meant. She didn’t even stay to hear what he had to say. With tears running down her face, Gwyn walked past him and left the room. If she had stayed a second longer, she would have been there when Azriel fell to his knees. She would have seen him place the hand she had held in hers on his chest, precisely where her own had been, and right where he felt something started thrumming in his heart.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

I had this thought last night, need to share with you:

The Yandere this time is a childhood friend,his name is Morris Masques

He and Darling used to be best friends, he was a lonely little boy with black hair and yellow eyes,he didn't have any friend till little Darling came along

But then one day,Darling began to avoid Morris, when he asked her she snapped at him and called him a freak then left. He never saw her again after that

He carried that haunting memory into adulthood,even when he became a adult and a successful entrepreneur,he still can't forget that moment of betrayal,a grudge he had against Darling

One day, however he saw her again, Darling had joined his company. He thought he would never see her again, let's just say he was furious when they met face-to-face

"Why are you even here anyway???!! After what you did,you have some guts coming here!!!!"

"........"

"I'm sorry"

Morris was suprised Darling apologized and he learned the truth of that year told by her

Darling's parents didn't like her being friends with Morris so they forced her to stop being friends with him,as a child Darling didn't know any better so she acted bad towards Morris so that he wouldn't get close to her. Afterwards Darling's family moved away to a new home which made Darling left Morris

Darling's parents are deceased,when remembered the past,she decided to join his company and wanted to make up with him

Morris wasn't sure to trust her on her story but he didn't do anything further about it. As a employee of his company, Darling was very hardworking,she wanted to make amends so she didn't object at all even when he gave her a hard time: More workload than usual

Sometimes he saw her sleeping at her desk after working overtime,she woke up later on with someone's jacket on her shoulder,she didn't know it was Morris'

Although Darling wanted his forgiveness,she believed that they'll never be the same again and he'll always hate her

When Morris saw her genuine effort in getting his forgiveness,he started to have feelings for her again and the buried obsession for her started to rise again

Things were well for a time,Darling was a diligent employee of his company and Morris was pleased with how she was doing well,he treated her better gradually. But then something happened

Morris heard words of Darling's plan to transfer herself to a different company as she has gotten a job offer from them. Her fellow co-workers were happy for her

He knew that company has a handsome president like him, he thought she was trying to leave him for another man

After all these years of leaving him and coming back to him,now she's trying to leave again ?

So Morris drove to her apartment in the middle of night and it was raining heavily, Darling was suprised to find a wet Morris at her doorstep. She asked him to come in,that was a mistake

When she lost her caution,he immediately pinned her down into her bed and he fucked her. She said she wanted his forgiveness right?

Then do it with her life,he was damaged for years becuz of her lies,so it's fair she devote her life to be his wife as a way to earn his forgiveness right?

Darling don't have to worry, he'll treat her like his good little housewife and give her his babies~

TW: Noncon, dubcon, impregnating kink, stalking

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I got busy with dance team tryouts and homework.

You had to make it right to him. You had to.

Morris Masques, the pale boy with hair black as night and eyes yellow as the sun. He was all alone until you asked him to play with you. You played with him until you started to avoid him. You hoped he would get the hint and leave you alone. But he didn't, and on the last day of the school year, you said those final haunting words.

"Stay away from me, you freak!" You screamed, making Morris cry.

You walked your tiny body to your driveway and never saw him again. Morris, however, has thought about you nonstop. Your words haunting his psyche for 22 agonizing years. Morris constantly asking himself what he did wrong. That moment of hurt turned into decades of obsession and grudges. Then, you walked into his company one day in spring, specifically March. You saw his face in Forbes magazine and knew this was your chance to make things right with him. You applied for the job of his secretary and secured your way of seeing him. Now, you're walking into his office, prepared to face him.

You knock on the door, and he tells you to come in.

"Hi, Mr. Masques, I'm your new secretary, Y/N," You say, looking into his now golden eyes.

His face is red, and he slams his fists on his desk.

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why?! Why are you even here anyway???!! After what you did, you have some guts coming here!!!!" Morris yells, slamming his door shut. "........"

"I'm sorry. My parents made me stop being friends with you. They thought you were too close to me. Obsessed with me somehow. I tried to ignore you, thinking you'd stop the friendship by yourself. But you kept coming to my house asking to play, and my parents told me to stop our friendship the hard way. I'm so sorry for any pain or mental torment I caused you because of my parent's actions."

Tears flow down your face, makeup and mascara ruined.

"They won't bother you anymore. We moved to a new house after I stopped being friends with you."

"Y/N-"

"They're dead. There's no one else to fuck our old friendship even more but me!"

Morris sighs and brings you a tissue.

"Please go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. It's not fitting for a first day at work. Also, I'll think about your apology."

"Thank you."

After that, you and Morris had been able to keep yourselves from killing each other. Morris gave you loads of work, and you graciously accepted it, feeling like this was your punishment. Sometimes, you would work overtime until the wee hours of the morning. Then, wake up with a fancy, warm, cologne-infused jacket over your shoulders. You'd never know who it was. But by the time you left your desk, it'd be gone.

He hates me...I know he does. I deserve every ounce of hatred in his heart.

You diligently worked hard every day until Morris called you into his office as usual.

"Do you know why I called you in here?" Morris asks, his hands on his shiny, brown, wooden desk.

"To fire me?"

Morris laughs and takes your hands.

"Non, I'm taking you out for dinner for your hard work. A dinner with a billionaire? How about it?" Morris asks, looking happily into your eyes.

He doesn't hate me?

"Sure," You answer, smiling back at him.

After dinner, he began to treat you better. He smiled at you when you walked into his office. He made coffee for you. He even gave you a bonus after all the months of work. Then, in January, a rival company, Flor, offered you a job you couldn't resist. You could work as the CEO's secretary for $400,000 with a 5% bonus every year. Morris was only paying you $200,000.

"You should so take the job! You could move out of your apartment with that type of money," Your coworker, Cherise, says, talking to you in the elevator.

"Then I will. I'll submit my resignation form at the end of the day," You respond, walking to Morris's office.

"We'll make sure to throw you a going away party!" Cherise squeals, hugging you.

You open the door to Morris's office and see him happily sipping coffee.

"Morris, I've got good news. But you'll only see it at the end of the day. Call me when you see it," You whisper, confusing him.

"Ok..." Morris replies.

You end your shift and drive back home to cook your favorite meal. Morris is looking over the resignation documents and sees yours.

"What?! Why?" Morris yells, sitting in the dark. A lone lamp on his desk shining. "Reason for resignation: Another job offered me a higher salary."

He crumples the paper when he reads your comment.

"P.S. Flor offered me a 400k bonus with a 5% bonus every year. I can finally move out of my apartment with that salary. I'm thankful for all you've done for me while here. Thankful? Thankful, my ass! How dare she leave me for another man? Especially that Spaniard Santiago!"

Santiago Cruz, the handsome CEO of Flor. He's also had a longtime crush on you since college. Which is something he told Morris when he found out you were working for Morris.

"If you hate her so much, you can send a nice transfer to my company. We'd love to have her here," Santiago teased, hitting Morris on the shoulder.

That was six months ago. Now Morris has changed, and he doesn't want to lose you. Morris ran to his car and drove straight to your apartment. The rain pours onto his windshield, and his rage builds as he pulls into a parking garage. He walks up the stairs and peaks through your windows. Your silhouette appears in his vision, and he presses his ears on your door.

"Santiago, hi! I'm so glad you called!" You squeal, eager to talk with your new boss.

"Me too, mi corazón. So, have you decided to transfer here? Santiago flirts, hoping he can be with you. "Once you get to my company, I'll give you a personal tour."

"I'll be waiting for it."

Morris's mind ran wild.

She's leaving me! She's leaving me! She's leaving me! She's leaving me for him!

Morris pounds on your door, and you tell Santiago someone is at the door.

"Morris, oh my gosh, come inside. You're soaking wet!" You say, opening the door for your boss. "Why are you here in such bad weather?"

When you lock the door, Morris pushes you onto your bed.

"How dare you even attempt to leave me for him?" Morris yells, pinning your hands above your head.

"Santiago? All he did was offer me a job. It's not like I'm dating him or anything!" You yell back, making Morris's rage worse.

"Santiago wants you at his company so you can be his! He doesn't want you as a secretary. You said yes! You're leaving me again! I'm not letting you cruelly leave me again!"

"I'm not leaving you! We're still friends!"

"No, you're leaving me! You have to make it up to me. You have to."

Morris's tears fall onto your face, and you realize how much your words from years ago scarred him.

"Morris, of course, I'll make it up to you."

"Really? You will?"

"Yes."

Morris kisses you and leaves a trail of hickies on your neck as you squirm.

"Morris, what are you doing?!" You scream, trying to get him off you.

"I'm letting you make it up to me," Morris answers, unbuttoning your shirt and pressing the speaker button on your phone. "I hope you can hear me, Santiago."

"Morris, what are you doing to her?!" Santiago yells, getting ready to call the police.

Morris removes your bra and fondles your breasts. He puts his head between your breasts and motorboats himself.

"Morris~" You moan, your legs squirming underneath him.

"Yes, my sweet," Morris teases, looking up at you while kissing your stomach.

"Morris, stop it! She doesn't want you!" Santiago screams, closing the door to your car. "I swear when I get you, I'll kill you!"

"Go ahead," Morris replies, pulling down your shorts.

He pulls out his cock from his slacks and moves your underwear to the side. Morris rubs your pussy a little, then sticks his dick into you.

"Ah, Morris!" You moan, feeling a bit of pain.

"I know, bebe. I'll be gentle," Morris comforts, slowly thrusting into you.

He spreads your legs further apart and tries to put your legs into a mating press. Morris takes off his tie and ties your hands together over your head. He forcefully puts your legs into a mating press, then goes wild.

"Morris!" You moan, feeling his cock conquer your pussy.

Drool goes down your mouth, and Morris takes the opportunity to suck on your tongue. His penis releases its first round of cum, and it spills out of you as he continues to thrust inside you.

"You're going to be so plump with my babies! My babies! All mine!" Morris moans, coming close to his high.

"How long are you going to be in me?" You exclaim, your climax coming soon.

"I'm going to stay in you forever my little wife."

"Oh, God! I'm cumming!"

Morris cums a second time, releasing more semen than usual, and pulls out of you. He notices cum dripping out of your pussy and puts his cock back into you to stop the flow of cum. Morris lays his head on your breasts and unties your hands. You fall asleep from exhaustion.

20 minutes later, Santiago breaks into your apartment and goes into your room.

"Sh, Santiago. I don't want you to wake her up," Morris whispers, holding your naked body and stroking your hair.

"She's not yours. She was never interested in you that way," Santiago hisses, walking over to you.

"Well, you're certainly not having her. I'll raise her salary to a million dollars if I have to."

"And I'll make sure your company goes bankrupt and I buy you out."

"As if!"

You groan and turn in your sleep.

"Go into the living room, and we'll talk this out after I chain her up," Morris says, getting up from your bed.

Santiago angrily walks away, leaving you to sleep.

[alwritey-aphrodite]

From Friends To This

Chapter 7 of There’s Nothing Like This

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!footballer!reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: just one more chapter…

After your realization, you spend the rest of your night spiraling, despite your many attempts to relax. As you watched TV, as you got ready for bed, as you tried to fall asleep, all you could think about was Jamie; what he was doing, what he was thinking, what his reaction would be if you ever told him.

Would you even be able to tell him?

You can’t remember the last time you’ve felt like this, can’t even imagine ever feeling this way towards anyone, but Jamie is so important to you as a friend, you can’t imagine not having him in your life because obviously he would never speak to you again if you said you loved him. Staring at your ceiling, you resolve to bottle up your feelings until they disappear or you die, and you finally fall into a restless sleep.

Most of your Sunday is spent trying to forget about the day before, about your realization and the terror that ensued, but it seems like no matter what you do, the universe keeps reminding you of the thoughts you’d rather bury. Every movie playing on TV is a romantic comedy, and when you go on your phone to escape, you’re met with texts and Instagram posts from the very person you were hoping to avoid. It isn’t fair to ignore Jamie, though, because as far as he knows, you’re still two friends who have no romantic feelings for each other.

It hurts you, though, when you’re typing out your responses and acting like everything’s alright, because you know you could never live like this, couldn’t survive the stabbing pain in your heart whenever you see or hear or think about Jamie. Despite your resolution from last night to bottle up your feelings until you die, you know you need to tell Jamie sooner rather than later, to bring you both some peace.

Jamie’s a good guy, and he’s nothing like what you’d thought he’d be like, so all you can do is hope that he’ll take your confession with a smile and a laugh and then you can go back to being friends and pretend like nothing ever happened and hopefully your feelings for him will just evaporate with time, even though you’re pretty sure you fall more in love with him whenever you think of him.

After a restless Sunday and another night of anxious sleep, you’re irritated Monday morning by every single thing that happens to you. Your bed doesn’t look quite right even after you make and remake it, you can’t find one of your socks, you forgot to wash your favorite water bottle, and you’re all out of basically everything you could want to eat, so when you hear a knock on the door, you’re just about ready to scream.

“You should start locking this,” Mackie says as she enters your house without waiting for you to open the door and suddenly everything seems a little bit better, “you look like shit.” Coming from anyone else, that comment would probably make you burst into tears and lock yourself away in your bedroom for the foreseeable future, but knowing Mackie, it’s just her way of asking if you’re alright.

And, honestly, she’s probably right, you haven’t been sleeping so you’re sure there are prominent bags under your eyes and you’re all anxious and annoyed, so it’s not like you’re giving off an aura of relaxation. You don’t respond to her, instead filling up your sub-par water bottle and grabbing your bag from the counter, sure that someone has a protein bar or fruit that you could steal for breakfast when you make it to the Dog Track.

“What’s up with you?” Mackie asks before you can leave, situating herself in front of your door even though she’s the one with the car keys.

“Nothings up with me,” you reply and you know you sound defensive but you can’t help it, you’re not in the mood to talk about your feelings. You’ve forgotten that Mackie knows you so well, you don’t even need to tell her anything.

“So you’ve figured it out,” she says with a knowing little smirk that would irritate you if it was coming from anyone else.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” and you busy yourself with taking a long sip from your water bottle, signaling that the conversation is over and you don’t want to talk about it anymore.

“Jamie’s in love with you,” a little water dribbles out of your mouth in shock, and you’re surprised you didn’t fully spray Mackie with your mouth full of water at her casual tone of such a heavy statement.

“He’s not in love with me,” you scoff, trying to fight your way around Mackie to get outside because suddenly the air in your house is suffocating.

“Are you blind? He’s totally in love with you, he’s always looking at you with those big puppy dog eyes and I always catch him searching for you whenever the team walks past him,”

“How do you know he’s even searching for me?” You’re not sure why, but you’re desperate for Mackie to be wrong.

“Because his whole face lights up whenever he sees you,” catching a glance at the time on her phone, Mackie turns to leave, but not before saying, “you should talk to him about it,” clearly intending to leave this conversation at your house and not carrying it over to the car.

Despite your earlier resolve, now your hands are all sweaty and your mouth is dry at the prospect of even seeing Jamie, let alone talking to him and confessing your love. Mackie had given you false hope, hope that maybe instead of laughing and things going back to normal, you and Jamie could be something more, and now that that idea is swirling around in your brain, you think it’ll crush you when it never happens.

The drive is spent chatting idly, asking about each other’s weekends as if Mackie didn’t just turn your whole world upside down. You hate the way she smirks when you say you and Jamie had dinner together, as if you and her have never gone out to a restaurant together or ordered takeout to eat on the couch. It makes your heart beat a little faster, makes your brain spiral and spiral because if everyone else can see it, maybe there really can be something more.

Walking into Nelson Road, you bump into Sam and Jamie, who’re leaving from an early morning training session.

“Are you ready for your last game on Saturday?” Sam asks and then pays no attention to Mackie’s answer as he’s too busy glancing at you and then Jamie and then back again. Eventually, though, he tunes back in, and gives you one of his hundred-watt smiles.

Continuing on, you pretend like you can’t feel Sam’s eyes on the back of your head and you ignore the looks Mackie sends you as soon as Jamie’s behind you.

“Can we act like adults, maybe?” You turn to her before entering the dressing room, stopping the witty remark you knew was coming. In fact, her mouth was already open, but she makes a show of snapping it shut and locking it with an imaginary key.

All throughout training, it’s like everyone’s staring at you and whispering behind your back, bringing up feelings of being friendless and alone on the playground, kicking a soccer ball against a wall because no one wanted to play with you. It makes you feel jittery and nervous, and you can barely focus on running drills. You wonder how everyone else seems to be doing perfectly fine with multitasking, training and making you feel like a bug under a microscope.

Back in the dressing room, you turn to your locker to change out of your sweaty clothes when you can feel 40 eyes boring into the back of your skull, and you just can’t take it anymore.

“What is everyone’s problem?” You ask, turning around at lightning speed and watching as your teammates jump. At least they have the sense to look embarrassed, but you aren’t sure if it’s because of their actions or because they were caught. “We have the biggest match of our lives on Saturday and you all seem to be more concerned with whispering about me than training.”

They squirm, and you feel a little bad for them, but as their captain, you need to get to the bottom of whatever’s happening before Saturday because if you’re not playing like a unit then, everything you’ve worked for is worthless.

“We just want you to be happy,” Elena says, talking to you like you’re a small child throwing a tantrum or a frightened animal.

“Then leave me alone and focus on training,” you spit, feeling like a caged animal and you’re sick of it.

Elena, though, knows you too well to let you off the hook so easily, and continues to act as spokeswoman of the group.

“C’mon, we all see it, and you clearly seem a little preoccupied today,” she says with a knowing head tilt, complete with a little smile you find infuriatingly adorable, “just talk to him.”

Now it’s your turn to squirm, uncomfortable with how clearly everyone can see something that you can’t. You wonder if they’ve thought you were lying every time you’d adamantly declared that you were just friends, even though your revelation only came a few days ago. It’s also a little embarrassing how no one needs to say his name, that’s how obvious it’s been to everyone but you that there was something else going on.

“Fine,” you declare, finally cracking a small smile, “I’ll talk to him, just so you guys get off my back.” Your teammates cheer, and you can’t help but laugh at how absurd the whole situation was. Hopefully now they can focus on preparing for Saturday’s match, and after you decide how you’ll talk to Jamie, you’ll be able to spend all your energy getting ready as well.

Changing as quick as you can and turning down both a shower in the locker room and a ride from Mackie, you start your walk home, needing time to clear your head and think of a plan, knowing that if you at least have some idea of what you want to say you won’t make a total fool of yourself in front of Jamie. During your walk, you think over and over how best to confess your feelings to Jamie, and coming up with nothing, you decide to take an extra long shower because that’s where you do your best thinking.

All of that goes down the drain, though, when you see a familiar car parked in your driveway.

“Jamie?” You ask, seeing the man in question sitting on your front step, fiddling with his hands and looking shocked at your arrival.

“Uh, yeah, hey, hi,” he stands, tucking his hands in his pockets and looking more nervous than you’ve ever seen him, “I was wondering if we could talk for a minute.”

Unsure of what he could mean, you nod anyway, moving around him to unlock your front door and gesturing for him to follow you inside.

“Want tea or coffee or something?” You ask, heading into the kitchen mostly so you have something to do, so you don’t think too hard about what’s going on and freak yourself out.

“No, thank you,” Jamie sits himself at your kitchen table as you turn on the kettle, even though you aren’t really in the mood for tea, you have so much energy flowing through you that it needs an outlet.

“What did you wanna talk about?” You ask, head buried in your cupboard as you look for a box of tea, even though you know there’s one on the counter.

“Are you gonna sit?” Jamie asks instead of answering, “I kinda wanted to talk face to face, yeah?”

Sighing, knowing he’s right and knowing you can’t keep stalling anymore, you turn off the kettle and take a seat across from Jamie, the weight of his gaze on you making something painful and wonderful bloom in your chest. A few more seconds of silence pass by before Jamie clears his throat and shifts in his seat.

“Alright, I’m just gonna say it, yeah?” He takes a breath, as if whatever he’s about to say is physically strenuous, and then it all tumbles out. “I think I’m in love with you, which I know is weird ‘cause we’re mates and all and I can’t really remember when I realized it so maybe I’ve always been in love with ya, but I hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable or mean we can’t be friends or anything like that.”

It’s silent again, and you’re soaking in everything Jamie just said but he clearly takes your silence to mean something else.

“Just thought you should know,” he says quietly and he stands, looking a little like a kicked puppy.

“Jamie, hang on,” you stand and follow him to the door, desperate to not let this opportunity slip through your fingers, “you can’t just say all that and expect me to respond right away.” You chastise him, but you’re smiling, unable to keep your joy and relief off your face.

It’s almost impossible to come up with anything else to say, you’re so overwhelmed with feelings and thoughts swirling through your head, but you know Jamie deserves a response after he’d poured his heart out to you. Instead of speaking, though, you do the next best thing and place your hands on the side of his jaw, pulling him towards you while giving him time to pull away.

He doesn’t, instead wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you even closer, and then you’re kissing and it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of. He’s so perfect and he’s all you can think about, your senses and your mind becoming overwhelmed with him. It doesn’t matter, though, because for once in your life you can ignore your brain and focus on the moment, focus on Jamie and his hands and the gentle way he kisses you, like you might disappear.

You grip him harder, sure your nails are leaving little indents in his skin but needing him to know that you aren’t going anyway.

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[acey-wacey]

Meeting Your Future Children

This was requested a while back by @sunsethw4 but I never completed the request. So finally, here is the second part.

...

♠️ Deuce Spade ♠️

Deuce nearly had a heart attack when he saw a little girl sitting on his bed.

She was about 8, young enough to be curious, but old enough to have manners.

When he walked in the room, her eyes lit up and she hopped off the bed, running to hug Deuce around the waist.

"Daddy! I'm so happy to see you!"

*insert blue screens*

"I've been waiting for you so long! This place is weird. I saw Unca Ace earlier and he didn't even say hi back!"

"How... Sorry, who are you?" Deuce managed to ask through his confusion. The girl seemed to know Ace but she wasn't familiar to Deuce at all.

The little girl cleared her throat as if she had been rehearsing her answer.

"Nina Eloise Spade."

She beamed at him when she finished recording her name. After a few seconds, she whispered in his ear.

"Did I do good, daddy?"

"Uh, yes you did very good. So you are..."

"Daddy's so forgetful! I'm your daughter, silly!"

She giggled and hid her face in his stomach.

Deuce was really confused, so he did what he normally would do when he was in an odd situation.

He went to you.

When you opened the door to Ramshackle, the last thing you expected was a child to stroll right in and make herself at home.

She sat down on the couch, swinging her legs while you and Deuce looked on in shock.

"Mummy, can I please have some apple slices?"

You smiled awkwardly and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I'm sorry, I don't know where your Mummy is, but I can get you a snack?"

"You're all being silly today! My mummy is right there!"

She pointed at you with a little finger and a goofy smile.

It took you a moment, but you remembered this trope from novels back home. It never occured to you that something this outlandish would ever actually happen, even in this crazy, twisted world.

"We're your parents?"

You gestured to you and Deuce and the girl nodded vigorously.

You looked at Deuce incredulously before realizing the implications.

Both of you turned away as quickly as you could.

You went to Crowley and he was much more inclined to help get the child home than he ever was to help you.

Over the next few days, Deuce's parents instincts kicked in.

He doted on Nina so much, giving her everything she needed.

He figured there was nothing wrong with spoiling her while she was only there for a little while.

He read her stories every night and tucked her in, never forgetting the goodnight kiss that she begged for.

It was sad when she finally had to leave but Deuce was reassured by the fact that he would see her again someday.

Now his only problem was figuring out how to get there.

...

🍏 Epel Felmier 🍏

Epel was in for a big surprise when a young boy practically ambushed him on the way to magishift practice.

The boy kept at him and clung to his torso until an older girl pried him off.

She wrangled the boy and held him in her arms, smiling sympathetically at Epel.

"Milo, quit being annoying. Dad's busy."

Epel was very confused.

The older girl held the boy in her arms, bouncing him on her hip while another girl clung to the older girls sleeve.

"Papa, where are we?"

The little girl blinked up at Epel, making him even more confused.

"I don't know where your papa is but this is Night Raven College."

The girl's eyes lit up with recognition and she smiled shyly, burying deeper into the older girls side.

"I remember. Mama said papa and her used to go to school here."

Epel was a bit concerned about being late for magishift but the weird kids wandering the campus were a good enough excuse to shirk his duties.

"Who are your mama and papa? I might be able to help you find them."

"I don't know where mama is, but at least we have you, papa!"

The boy apparently named Milo chirped enthusiastically.

It was only then that Epel noticed the purple tint to each of the children's hair as well as their facial features that struck him with a startling sense of deja vu.

Of course he could never forget where he recognized their features since he spent most of his time absentmindedly thinking about you.

"Are you all related to Y/N?"

"Yeah, yeah, mama!"

He didn't know what to think about that except that you were far to young to be having children. The oldest looked about 11 and since you were in highschool, there was no possibility of you being their real mama.

"Alright, I'll take you to them, but would you tell me your names first?"

The oldest sighed and shook her head.

"I didn't know you were so old that you don't remember, papa. I'm Marta, then Charlotte, and Milo's the baby."

Epel walked them around the school to find you, Milo insisting on being carried.

He definitely got a few stares and he prayed Vil wouldn't see him but eventually, he found you.

Milo jumped right out of Epel's arms and into yours.

You were startled but the tiny arms wrapped around your neck were quite welcome.

You laughed and asked Epel who the kids were.

He explained his hunch about them looking suspiciously similar to you and him.

He figured they must have been an alchemical accident but you shooed his hypothesis away, happy to be able to play with the kids.

Marta wasn't that much younger than you and she was very bright so she noticed something was off and pointed out how they must have travelled to the past.

You made a mental note to deal with the idea of you and Epel having children together at a later date.

For now, you just played with the kids, content to blow off your responsibility as long as you had their puppy eyes.

Epel couldn't get out of quite as many things since Vil violently disliked children but he took as much time as he could to see them.

After all, Charlotte was so cute, sitting on his lap while he read to her and trying to follow along even though she couldn't read yet.

You didn't want to say goodbye but it was lovely to have a little glimpse of your and Epel's future together.

...

🐊 Sebek Zigvolt 🐊

Sebek was just minding his business, training as peacefully as one can with his frame of mind, when you burst into the Diasomnia dorm with two little boys chasing you with wooden swords.

He was alarmed to say the least but something about the boys was oddly familiar.

The tilt of their eyes and their chubby cheeks gave him flashbacks to his baby pictures, the only difference being their (h/c) hair that contrasted their bright green eyes.

"Sebek, meet Caspian and Theodore, our children."

His face turned bright red and he started screaming as he usually resorts to when flustered.

"I don't know what you mean to imply, human, but I can assure you that I... that we... we don't have children!"

You just shrugged, having already been briefed on the situation and already accustomed to world-changing magical events.

"I mean, not yet obviously, but the boys are from the future. Isn't that right, my babies?"

Theodore was obviously a mama's boy with his toy sword forgotten and his arms wrapped around your legs.

Caspian seemed to be a little older and emulated a more calm presence.

He was still a mama's boy obviously, but he stood straight as a board with a goofy grin on his face as you ruffled his hair.

He reminded you of a certain other rigid knight that you happened to know.

"What do you mean "the future"? I would never have children with a human?"

You gasped in offense and pulled the boys closer to you.

"How come you say such a thing in front of the children, Sebek? Cas, Theo, won't you go on and say hi to your father?"

Theo rushed over and reached up at Sebek, doing grabby hands until you urged him to pick up the little boy.

Caspian just waved and smiled before resuming his knightly posture, no doubt picked up from his father's influence.

"This is... oddly domestic."

Sebek mused as Theodore buried his face into Sebek's neck.

You smiled, already deeply attached to the boys despite having known them for about an hour.

"Just something to look forward to."

Another wave of blush was forced into Sebek's cheeks.

He was about to start screaming again when you shushed him and gestured to the boy in his arms who was apparently so tuckered out from playing that he immediately fell asleep.

As if subconsciously knowing it was right, Sebek smiled and kissed the boys forehead.

"Daddy, am I doing good? Can I be a knight now, like you"

Caspian looked up at his dad with expectant eyes, holding his toy sword at his side like a proper soldier.

"You're doing wonderfully, Cas. In a few short years, maybe you can start your knight training."

Caspian whooped in excitement before clearing his throat and forcing his smile into a serious face.

You laughed at his childish giddiness and couldn't help but loose your thoughts in a daydream of it being like this all the time.

Maybe in a few years.

...

🐺 Jack Howl 🐺

Jack was used to waking up early but not usually by rustling in his bed.

When he finally opened his eyes, three little girls were curled up next to him in bed.

He would've jumped away immediately if you hadn't put up your hand with a sympathetic smile.

"I'm so sorry, Jack. I tried to stop them but these mischief-makers would've broken in anyway so they might as well have some supervision."

He raised an eyebrow, the girls still huddled around him.

"And who exactly are these mischief-makers?"

You inhaled through your teeth and smiled sheepishly.

"So please don't freak out about this because it will probably freak you out. They are our daughters from the future."

Out of all the things he expected you to say, that was pretty darn low on the list.

"What?"

"This is Genesis," you gestured to one of the girls. She had white coily hair and tall ears sticking out on her head. "Aria," the second girl was clinging to Jack's arm. Her hair was (h/c) and she sported the same fluffy ears as her sister. "And finally, Luna," the third girl was just a baby. Aria cradled Luna in her arms, supporting her head while she slept.

"So I shouldn't be worried?"

"I mean, you should be a little worried but maybe wait until later in the day? They got transported here at 2 am this morning. They need a little TLC."

Jack scoffed, amazed at how you took each new strange happening in stride.

"I, uh, I'll tell Leona I can't make it to magishift practice today."

You smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, gingerly awaiting a response.

Jack raised an eyebrow but gave in and gestured with his head for you to join the others.

You smiled, almost deviously, and took your place in the cuddle pile, holding your would-be daughters tight.

Jack sighed and brushed a hair out of Genesis' face.

She mumbled in her sleep and snuggled into his side.

He smiled, resigning to be confined in his bed for at least a couple more hours.

After all, cuddling with a bunch of fluffy wolves and his girlfriend couldn't be the worst possibility in the world.

[beryllee]

turn you on- roommate!ashley graham x fem!reader

warnings: virginity loss, dom(ish) reader, teasing, fingering, aftercare

summary: Your roommate is having a hard time getting off and you agree to help her out.

wc: 1.3k

The dorm room is silent, save for the sounds of paper flipping and the keyboard clicking as you polish up a project due the next morning. Since you heard nothing from behind the door separating your spaces, you assumed ashley was asleep- which wasn’t surprising considering it was nearly 2am.

ashley graham, your college crush. Just the thought of her was enough to make you smile to yourself. Ever since the pretty blond girl moved in with you, you could never get enough of her.

She was attractive, intelligent and outgoing. At first you thought she’d be really shy but you soon found yourself liking the way she always spoke her mind and listened to you attentively. The little chats between classes eventually turned into lunch and dinner dates, and now the two of you were close enough to watch a movie and fall asleep together.

She never mentioned if she was dating anyone- in fact she never told you anything about her love life. And that happened to be something you were extremely curious about..

The loud thud sound from the other side of the wall snapped you out of your thoughts and you closed the laptop, frowning.

“Ashley?” you called out. No response. “You alright?”

It took about half a minute for her to answer and you contemplated barging in.

“Yeah.. wait, actually can you come here for a bit?” Her voice went quiet and you started getting a little concerned.

But the concern disappeared the moment you pushed open the door and found her on the bed, shirt pulled up to her chest with her legs spread on the smooth mattress. She looked disheveled and exhausted, but just as your mouth opened to say something you noticed the baby pink vibrator lying by the wall beside her bed.

“Ashley… wait, were you..”

“..yeah, and it’s not working.”

“What do you mean it’s not working?” You’re flustered as hell at this point, palms sweaty as you close the door and approach her figure. Fuck, why did she look so hot like this? She let out a sob and threw herself back against the pillows.

“I- I don’t know how.” Her face flushed with embarrassment and your gaze softens.

“Never done anything like this before, huh.”

She shakes her head and buries it into her pillow, realising how humiliating this situation was. Why the fuck did she call you to come in while she was half naked and looking like a wreck? But honestly, at this point it was too late. And she was literally thinking about you while using the toy, so how could she make you leave?

“Can you help me?” she shifts over and pats the empty space beside her. You’re still in shock and barely register her words, realising how fast things escalated. Was she being serious?

“Like.. you want me to…?”

“If you’re comfortable. You can just leave and forget about this if you don’t wanna.” She turns away and you immediately head towards the bed.

“No, I won’t leave. It’s just, I didn’t think you’d want this to happen.” The words are just stumbling off your tongue at this point and your mind is racing. So it seems like maybe your crush wasn’t just a silly little fantasy.

Once you settle down beside ashley she turns over and looks up at you. Then you lean in and press a soft kiss on her plush lips, tasting strawberry lipgloss as her body relaxes. She shifts herself closer to you, crossing her slender legs.

“What do you want me to do, ashley?” You whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear. You already know damn well what she wants you to do. But hearing her plead for you seemed like a much better idea than just getting right into it. She bites her lip and breathes out through her nose, squeezing her thighs together.

“Make me feel good.” You feel yourself throb at her words.

“And how should I do that?” She knows you’re teasing her, and you’re doing a good job because there’s an unfamiliar tingly sensation in her lower region.

“C- can you use your fingers? Please?”

“What if i say no?” You slowly spread her thighs and push a finger against the puffy seam of her cunt. Despite not managing to cum, she still did a good job making herself nice and wet for you. You tease her entrance, prodding gently at her slick folds as her back arches.

“Shut up and touch me!”

“Not with that attitude,”

“Please.” Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes. That’s when you decide to take it easy on her because she’s never experienced something like this before.

“Alright, alright. You ready?”

“Y- yeah, but be gentle.”

You kiss her forehead, slowly easing your middle finger into her pussy as she squirms in your embrace. Once she stops scrunching her face and gets used to the feeling you curl your finger, feeling around her walls as you try to see what makes her feel good.

“So what were you thinking about just now when you used the vibrator?”

“Mm.. I was thinking about you.” Her face turns red again and your heart beats faster.

“What were you imagining?”

“I don’t know.. just you kissing me I guess, and some other stuff. I couldn’t get off though, it wasn’t- fuck!” She lets out another cute moan when your thumb presses against her clit, all puffy and swollen from being abused with the toy earlier. You can feel her squeezing your finger as you find a good pace, adding another one to stretch her out more.

“God Ashley, you’re so tight..” Your free hand presses down on her hip, holding her against the bed to stop her from moving so much. Poor girl was so needy- being pent up for so long must’ve been hell.

“W- wait, it feels…”

“Hmm? What are you feeling?”

“I think I’m..fuck, it feels like I’m gonna cum,”

“Already?” You smirk, fingering her until she starts sobbing from the wave of pleasure that finally comes when you rub rough circles on her clit again. She nearly screams your name, panting as hot liquid oozes out of her hole and dribbles down your fingers. She uses a pillow to cover her face- cute, but you grab it and push it aside so you can see her pretty features as she rides out her high.

“That felt good?”

“Yeah.. thank you.” She puts a hand on your cheek and pulls you in for a kiss. A few moments later you stand up, making your way to the bathroom to get her cleaned up. A tug on your wrist stops you and you turn around.

“I gotta return the favour,”

You give her a small smile. “It’s alright ash, we can continue tomorrow. There’s class in like 5 hours and we’re both sleep deprived as hell.”

“Shit, yeah..” she pulls the blanket over her naked body, shimmying under and watching you enter the bathroom, heading back out with a damp towel.

Once you clean her up you don’t head back to your bed. Instead you slip into the empty spot she’d left on the mattress, curling up beside her as your arms wrap round her. She was so exhausted she’d almost fallen asleep in the middle of the aftercare. You stroke her hair and leave a kiss on the back of her neck, closing your eyes as you let her soft breaths lull you to sleep.

“Night Ashley. Love you.”

“Mm.. love you too.”

[coraniaid]

🔥 about tara

OK, so for the record I like Tara a lot. She's definitely in my top ten favorite characters. I am still in the early stages of a (painfully slow) Season 4 rewatch, and one of the things keeping me going is the thought I will get to see Tara again soon.

I think Tara's death is very sad and I can understand why Amber Benson felt poorly treated by the way it was handled (especially with the stupid gimmick of adding Tara to the opening credits just for that episode). On balance -- and especially given the context arround her introduction and her relationship with Willow -- I think that it was probably a fairly significant mistake from a writing perspective for at least a couple of reasons. (It's not really a good look to kill off half of your show's groundbreaking lesbian couple, whatever the context, and the writers didn't really seem to have any sort of coherent plan for what to do with Willow afterwards.)

But it kind of irks me when I see it described as an obvious case of the Bury Your Gays trope because ... it really isn't?

Tara doesn't die because she's gay: she doesn't die shortly after coming out, she isn't targeted because she's a lesbian; she isn't, in fact, targeted directly at all. Her death is basically just a stupid random accident. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Neither is Tara treated as more expendable by the narrative because she's a lesbian. By the time Tara dies, Buffy (and the Angel spin-off) had already killed off (among other recurring and at least occasionally sympathetic characters) Jenny Calendar, Kendra, Larry, Doyle, Forrest, Joyce and Darla. By the time both shows end the writers will have also killed off Jonathan, Anya, Cordelia, Fred and Wesley. Buffy isn't quite a show where Anyone Can Die, but certainly it's one where anyone can die if they're not in the Core Four (and if they're not vampires Buffy has slept with, in which case they can die for a little bit but they'll get over it).

And nor is there some sense that Tara's death affects the rest of the group any less than any of the others on the above list. On the contrary, other than Joyce, who is the protagonist of the show's actual mother and had been a presence in the show for almost twice as long as Tara was, she gets mourned for longer and by more people than anyone else on that previous list. (Xander and Willow's supposed childhood friend Jesse gets mourned so little I couldn't even bring myself to add him to the list.)

Yes, the show is far from perfect. It definitely is, at various times, racist, sexist and homophobic, often in ways that cannot at all be dimissed as the show being a product of its time. I think you could certainly argue that Tara was a victim of the show's persistent narrative misogyny (Willow's first girlfriend, Giles's first girlfriend on the show, and both of Xander's girlfriends die, but neither Oz nor Riley die and neither Angel or Spike die in a way that matters).

But Tara's death isn't automatically an example of the Bury You Gays trope just because she dies and was a lesbian. Even though, as I said, it was a probably the wrong decision for the character and the show and I wish it hadn't happened.

--

Oh, also, a bonus hot take:

In a hypothetical Season 7 where Tara survived, I really don't think I can see her relationship with Willow lasting long. The show sort of forgets about it in favor of advancing the subplot in which Willow becomes a magic addict after her Evil Friend Amy takes her to see a drug dealer and then forces her to relapse, but .... Willow's supposed magic addiction isn't why she and Tara broke up. They broke up because Willow was messing with Tara's memories and consent, well before she'd ever met Rack or de-ratted Amy. Willow hadn't actually done anything to address the things that made her take Tara for granted and consider herself entitled to mess with her mind with magic at all. She'd been sad about the relationship ending, sure, and Tara missed Willow, but ... Willow was absolutely the same person who did this to Tara.

The show doesn't bother to address the actual reason she and Tara broke up, preferring the cheap shock death just when they'd gotten back together again. But after a while I think Tara would have realized this, and without the shock of losing Tara in the first place I think Willow would find it very hard not to fall back into her old habits. Habits which have nothing to do with Amy's supposed malign influence. After all, Willow was trying to use magic to change her best friend's mental state without his consent as early as Lovers Walk, a full year before she ever met Tara. And when she and Oz broke up that same season she very quickly started talking about wishing she had a way to "make [him] trust me". This is much more a part of who Willow is than any addiction to evil magic.