#yes i’m having withdrawals already why do you ask

[wafflessquad]

the spiritual successor to mi cabeza esta ciao

[kyletogaz]

Natural - MDNI

pairing: simon riley x black!reader summary: simon wants to see your natural hair more often. cw: 2.2k+ words, fluff, sex mention, hair length & color is not mentioned

“can’t believe women use all this crap. what is this shit anyway?”

“it’s grease. don’t be a hater simon,” you tell your husband, while trying to hide your smile when he mutters something under his breath.

simon passes the jar to you, before turning his gaze back to the row of color bottles and jars on the shelf. he may not know what half of this shit is, but he does recognize some of the products he’s seen you use.

“you act as if you’ve never been to a hair store before,” you say, before laughing under your breath at the deadpan look on your husband’s face as you drop yet another hair product into the basket he’s holding. “you know you can sit in the car if you don’t wanna be in here with me.”

simon’s eyes soften when they land on you. you’re aware of his staring, but you don’t meet his gaze. you’re too busy comparing two different brands of heat protector.

“of course i want to be here,” he murmurs quietly, from where he stands beside you. “wouldn’t’ve left the house if that was the case, lovie.”

you acknowledge his words with a hum, before turning slightly to place the bottle into the basket. you’re secretly happy simon’s decided to take this little trip to the store with you. he’s barely been home for a week and you’ve missed him. simon’s always gone for work, so you try to spend as much time with him as you can. it helps to lessen the ache in your heart when you know he’ll be leaving again. whether it’s grocery shopping, trips to a home improvement store, or if you’re just going to pick up some takeout, you’re always at his side.

simon follows you from aisle to aisle with no complaint. he’s your silent but deadly shadow, who only speaks when he’s curious about something on the shelves, or if you ask for his opinion.

“you gettin’ your hair braided?” he asks with a raised brow when he recognizes the wall you keep glancing at as you walk. he doesn’t remember hearing you mention anything about braids to him.

you shake head, “no, i think i’m gonna do something different this time. i’m just browsing.”

“is that why you’ve been on youtube the last three nights, instead of sleepin’?”

you roll your eyes at the amusement you hear in his tone, because of course he knows what you’ve been doing late at night while he’s asleep. simon’s always been a light sleeper. you can’t move an inch without him knowing what you’re up to.

“i thought i was being quiet,” you laugh as you come to a stop when you find the aisle that has the last item on your list.

unfortunately for you, the oil you want is out of stock. you let out a soft noise of disappointment and resort to pouting, which doesn’t go unnoticed by your husband.

simon laughs softly at your facial expression. “stop pouting, lovie. would you be open to finding a substitute? or we can go to another store,” he suggests, even though he already knows the answer to his question.

but you shake your head stubbornly, whining, “i don’t want an alternative.” and you’re definitely not going to another store. “i’ll just make due with what i have.”

“okay,” your husband says quietly as he commits the name of your favorite oil to his memory, before closing the distance between you two and brushing his thumb across your cheek. “got everything ya need then, love?”

you can only nod and mumble out a yes, honey while you try not to swoon at the tender look in simon’s eyes. you have to refrain from chasing his hand when he withdraws his touch.

damn did i miss him that much, you think to yourself when he takes your hand and leads you to the front of the store.

when you step up to the register to pay, you take the basket from simon and exchange pleasantries with the cashier, before placing your items on the counter.

simon glares at you when you start digging in your purse for your wallet. “what do you think you’re think you’re doing?” he asks calmly, his voice low enough for your ears only.

you freeze immediately and stare up at him with a confused look. “looking for my wallet,” you answer slowly, before doing just that.

you stop rummaging when simon huffs under his mask and eases around you, so he can pay for your things. no matter how many times you’ve told this man that you can pay for your own stuff, he refuses to listen. you don’t even protest anymore whenever he pulls his wallet out in the store, like you used to at the start of your relationship. you think it’s nice to have someone take care of you.

“thank you,” you say softly when simon intertwines his fingers with yours, and leads you away from the register and out the door.

you do get an earful from him on the ride back home though. your husband cannot fathom why you insist on paying for anything when he’s told you time and time again that it’s his job to pay for everything, his job to provide. hell, simon barely even lets you lift a finger around the house when he’s home.

sometimes if you’re stubborn enough, he’ll let you get away with cooking or cleaning. you better not press your luck next time, though, because he can be just as stubborn as you.

when you get home, you let simon kiss you senseless, before you separate so he can get some work done and you can empty out your bags. when you’re done putting your purchases away and reorganizing your hair products, you get started on your hair.

you’re in the bathroom plugging your blow dryer into the socket, so you can dry your freshly washed hair, when simon makes his presence known. he doesn’t say anything at first. he’s content with watching the way you handle your coils with care as you apply some pink lotion before using a comb to loosen up some of the kinks. when you reach for the blow dryer to cut it on, simon decides to speak.

“leave it.”

his soft request makes you pause.

“leave what?” you ask, before setting the blow dryer back down onto the bathroom counter, and giving simon your undivided attention.

“your hair.” he says softly, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “i like it this way. natural, curly.”

“are you implying that you don’t like it when i wear braids? you got a problem with my wigs, riley?” you ask with a pout, your eyes full of mirth.

“not at all, love.” simon loves your hair in any form. “you know i don’t care about that. long hair, short hair, wigs, or braids. it doesn’t matter to me. i wouldn’t give a shit if you were bald.”

you turn to him fully, “then why—”

“you never let me see you like this,” simon blurts out, a blush high on his cheeks when you stare at him in surprise. “it’s always fleeting. and i understand that you’re always so particular about your hair. but for once, let me see it like this. let me see you.” he pulls on a soft coil for emphasis, grinning when you bat his hand away.

“didn’t know you felt that way, si. why didn’t you say anything sooner?” you shoot him an exasperated look when he just shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “thought i would say no, huh?”

simon blows out a breath, before he chuckles and nods, “fuck yes.” sometimes you were set in your ways and he couldn’t change your mind.

he lets out a low laugh when you slap his chest lightly. “i don’t say no all the time,” you protest, as a bubble laughter spills from your lips when he snorts.

“you told me no this morning,” he points out, remembering how he almost had you bent over the railing of your balcony earlier that day until you realized what he was trying to do.

“that’s because you wanted to fuck me on our balcony. that’s a perfectly good reason for me to say no,” you argue. in your mind that does not count. “had i let you continue, someone would have seen.”

“you’d be too drunk on my cock to notice a peeping tom,” he smirks when you let out a groan.

“you’re impossible, simon riley,” you huff, before turning away from him and unplugging your blow dryer.

“so i’ve been told,” he shrugs, before pressing himself against your back and tilting your head to the side so he can press soft kisses to your jaw.

your eyes flutter shut almost immediately when simon’s teeth grazes the soft skin of your jaw, making you whimper and moan before you can stop yourself.

“s–simon,” you choke out. you’re not sure if you want him to stop, or if you want him to bend you over the sink and split you open on his cock.

“yeah?” he rasps against your jaw, making you sag slightly in his hold, when his thick fingers start tugging at the waistband of your leggings.

“need to fix my hair,” you hiss at him, though you make no move to stop him.

when simon backs away from you and takes up his previous spot in the doorway, you almost change your mind. almost. you should be applying your curling cream, not letting your husband devour you at the bathroom sink. you let out sigh when you reach up to touch your hair, glaring at simon when you notice how it’s already started to air dry. it’s definitely his fault.

“don’t even think about blaming me.”

“you’re the one who tried to distract me from doing my hair, so yes i do blame you,” you sniff, feeling indignant.

“and yet it didn’t stop you from moaning and rubbin’ your ass on my cock, now did it?” before you can retaliate, simon ducks out of the bathroom with a bark of laughter.

you’re propped up against a mountain of pillows with your bonnet on and your nose in a book when you feel the weight of simon’s gaze on you.

“stop staring at me.”

“i can’t stare at my beautiful wife?” simon replies from where he stands in the doorway of your bedroom, soft amber eyes taking you in.

“simon,” you whine, suddenly feeling a little shy because of all the attention he’s been giving you today.

simon hasn’t stopped staring at you since you exited the bathroom earlier in all of your natural glory. he’d even asked for your permission, before he sank his fingers into your soft coils. he was a bit surprised when you said yes, because you’ve always told him the one thing black women do not tolerate, is a person touching their hair. it was even worse when they touched it without permission. he didn’t seem bothered at all, when you told him not to get used to it.

your eyes follow simon as he steps further into the room and tosses his shirt onto the chair in the corner, before he climbs into bed next to you. he does his usual grumbling about the mountain of pillows you insist on torturing him with. he tosses several pillows to the bottom of the bed, then makes himself comfortable. you barely put up a fuss when simon pats around the bed and searches for your bookmark with one hand, while he gently pries the book away from you with his other hand.

“c’mere, love,” he croons while tugging you closer, then murmuring, “much better,” when you climb on top of him.

a soft sigh escapes your lips when simon starts stroking his big warm hands up and down your spine. a light squeeze to the back of your neck has you lifting your head, your eyes meeting your husband’s. you squirm a little when he presses his lips to yours, taking advantage of the way you gasp softly by slipping his tongue in your mouth. the way simon nips at your bottom lip and does his best to shove his tongue down your throat makes you a bit dizzy. but not dizzy enough to be unaware of his hand gripping the edge of your bonnet and tugging it off your head.

you pull away from the kiss to sit up and glare at his sneaky ass. “what do you think you’re doing simon?” you ask, snatching your bonnet from him.

“one day i’m gonna hide that shit,” he threatens, his lips curving up into a smirk when you clutch the bonnet to your chest with a shake of your head.

“you wouldn’t dare!”

he absolutely would. he’s tried it before.

“i will. leave the bonnet off. i wanna see your curls bounce while you ride my cock,” simon says in a tone that makes you whimper and has your eyes widening.

“don’t you mess up my hair,” you say warningly, before tugging off your shirt.

simon pretends not to hear you as his hand dives into your sleep shorts.

-

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[diorsluv]

feather , part 27

“ not pretending to like the wine you like ”

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next chapter notes ) their time will come soon i promise i promise but for now we must bask in the mutual pining and the way the guys taunt lukey pooks and i lied again it’s not that late (it’s 7 pm lmaooo)

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[the-travelling-bitch]

I wanna tease Scara in front of his friends so bad, modren au Brain rot >>>>

i’m so happy the modern au (piercing studio branch) is so well received, i didn’t really expect that tbh

[piercer! scara x gn! reader

warnings: mention of alcohol consumption, toys, orgasm denial, (semi-) public sex, allusion to fingering/ hand job]

As for teasing Scara… he’s scowling, pulling his black cap deeper over his face and tilting his head down, not noticing his ears are burning up as well. Don’t mind him being a little snappier with his responses, he’s still trying to process your flirty advances… Yes, you’re already together but you’re still gorgeous, what’s a guy to do?

There’s two ways this could play out: either Scara endures your teasing until you’re home, brushing off his friends chiming in while throwing them looks that would kill anyone else; all the while, he’s formulating a plan to get back at you once he has you to himself… just what should he do with you?

Maybe he could make use of some of the toys laying idly in their drawer? Tie you up as he lets them work against you on the lowest setting as he gets himself off, knowing it’s not enough for you? Or perhaps he’d edge you the entire night, using his knowledge of you and your body against you to work you up to the peak of pleasure just to deny you in the last second, cruelly ripping your release away from you. What’s with the sobbing? You can be happy if he makes you cum at all; if you’re so ungrateful though, he just might leave you high and dry, withdrawing from you so your only option is to get yourself off, in the knowledge that it’d have felt so much better if he was the one to tip you over…

Or he’s matching your attitude; so you thought it’d be a grand time flustering him? You really should be able to take it if you dish it, don’t you think? If you catch him on the right day (or after some drinks) Scara will give you a taste of your own medicine, either incredibly subtly or borderline publicly embarrassing you (he still wouldn’t do anything you’d be uncomfortable with).

As someone with very deft fingers, he can get you off under the table without anyone noticing, no problem, whether you get caught is entirely up to you and your ability to keep quiet. But if you feel like making a fool out of him, why not show you off too? Haven’t you just recently told him you like sitting on his lap, why would you be so flustered now? Is it because his hand is creeping up your thigh further and further? Or because he brushed against your nipple as he reached for his glass? With every sentence mumbled against your ear, you squirm against him more until you declare your loss by cutting the night short; the next day, your friends don’t even have to ask why you went home so abruptly or where the nasty bruise on your neck came from…

[genshin impact masterlist]

[reverie-starlight]

crawling back to you- fushiguro megumi

just something silly I started a while back that I'm finally finishing up!! i'm very in love with megumi and since I was doing a season one rewatch with my dad, I have plenty of megumi-centered thoughts I can't talk abt with him. but I can write them!! and YES okay the title was a failed bug pun.

warnings: just fluff! death of a spider, though. megumi is a little annoyed, but it gets resolved super fast, so no angst at all.

gn! reader, no specified gender or physical description, but they do stay in the girl's dorms for this fic for the sole purpose of being nobara's next door neighbour!!

You opened your door and stopped in your tracks when you saw something scuttle across the ceiling from the corner of your eye.

A loud gasp was released and Nobara, already in her PJs, peeked out from her door to see what the fuss was. “Y/n? You okay?”

You frantically beckon her over, your eyes never leaving the beast that decided to infiltrate your room. She made it to your side and followed your eyes.

“Ew! Why’d you have to show me a spider right as I’m about to go to bed? Now I’m going to be paranoid all night, thanks a lot.” She crossed her arms and made a yuck face.

“Nobara,” you started, deadly serious, clutching her arm. “I need you to use your hammer and nails to get this thing. We don’t have to get close to it that way.”

She looked as though she was seriously considering it for a moment before reluctantly shaking her head. “Y/n, cursed energy is for jujutsu work, not creepy crawlies. Besides, it’d leave some nasty holes in your wall.”

You sighed and almost resigned yourself to having to find a long stick or something to get it with. But then she spoke again.

“What about Fushiguro? He brings out his demon dog for you to play with all the time, right? What’s one more non-curse related job for a frog who’d probably love a snack?”

This finally brought your attention away from the eight legged monster on your ceiling. You looked at her with so much admiration and thanks and hugged her tightly. “Oh, Nobara you’re a genius! Thank y-“

You visibly deflated when you realized that your boyfriend wasn’t exactly happy with you at that moment.

Nobara winced. “Ouch, is he still upset?”

You nodded and frowned. Of course this would happen at a time you didn’t have him as back up.

It was a petty argument that got you into this situation- in the shared kitchen for the students, you accidentally ate a snack of his that he had been saving, which you apologized for. Great! Should’ve been over with after that, right?

…Except you accidentally did it again the next day AND forgot to put his milk back in the fridge that he had just measured out for some recipe he was excited to try.

And even though you apologized and he reassured you that it wasn’t that big of a deal, mistakes happen, he still wasn't letting you hang out in his room after training as usual. He seemed to be annoyed with you at the very least.

With the long week he’s had from being sent on two missions back to back, you understood why. He really need the mental break that you accidentally took away.

So yeah, you really doubted that he’d be willing to kill a spider for you when he’d barely even talked to you in the past 24 hours (save for his usual good morning text and a peck on the cheek when he saw you in person).

Nobara patted your back and sighed. "I think you should go ask him anyway. He's probably suffering from Y/n withdrawals by now, you know? Yuuji said he was sure he caught Fushiguro pouting on their jog earlier. Could be a good sign."

You looked at her hopefully and smiled. "Thanks, Nobara, but I think I'll just wait until morning. I'm sure if I could just find a-" your attention was drawn back to the ceiling and a feeling of dread washed over you. "Nope, I'm going right now, the spider's fucking gone," you quickly shut your door and stepped away.

She made a blended noise of disgust and fear. "Alright, I'm out. Good luck and don't let that thing out. If I see it in my room tomorrow I'm putting my nails through your clothes." She waved and headed back to her room.

You waved back and headed the other direction, towards the boy's dorms. Since it was getting late, you had to be mindful of noise so you wouldn't get caught by any faculty member- especially Gojo.

If he were to catch you "sneaking" over to Megumi's room, you were pretty sure you'd never hear the end of it, and even more sure that it would just irritate your boyfriend further.

So you put your stealth to the test until you were finally at his door. You quietly knocked three times, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear it.

When he opened the door, he raised an eyebrow at you and checked out in the hall before dragging you inside so you could talk at a somewhat normal volume.

And of course you wanted to take the time to make everything up to him, to talk it out for real and not have him be annoyed at you anymore- if Nobara said he was starting to have Y/n Withdrawals, then you had already been feeling the effects of Megumi Withdrawals since his first mission earlier this week- but right now the most pressing matter on your mind was the spider currently lost in your room.

So you decided that sweet talking him was the way to achieve your goal of getting his help.

"Megumi, love and light of my life, my one and only, my beloved-"

"Please stop."

You got down on your knees and took hold of his hand. "I am so sorry that I have ailed you this week, I promise that I will be more mindful moving forward and use my eyes to look for your name on things in the fridge-"

"You don't have to beg for my forgiveness, get up." He was basically a tomato, his whole face red and slightly covered by his hair. If you weren't on such a time crunch, you might keep going just to tease him.

"And I come to enlist your help on a quest that only you have the required tools to complete!"

"Ah, there it is. So you just need my help, then?" He tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice, but you caught it and immediately stood up to explain yourself.

"Baby, no, I do genuinely want to apologize and fix things! But um... yes, I do actually have a problem that only you can help me with."

He sighed and regarded you for a moment before nodding. "Alright, what is it?"

You immediately lit up and shook his hand excitedly. "Really? Thank you so much!"

"So... what is it?"

"There's a spider in my room, and I lost it and I need your toad to eat it."

He gave you a deadpan look before throwing his head back with a long sigh, looking at the ceiling. "Alright, let's go."

On your way back to your room, you fell into silence. Mostly because you didn't want to get caught being out past curfew, but also because neither of you really knew what to say.

Once you were in front of your door, you opened it and let him in. He summoned his toad and helped you search for it (by helped, you really meant he did all the searching while you stood outside and quietly directed him to where you saw it last.

"Can you at least come and help me look?" He asked, currently looking around on the floor under a couple of bags.

You hesitantly walked in, surveying everything before standing next to him to double check.

He broke the silence first. "You know... I really wasn't mad at you for any of the kitchen stuff. I know I told you that already, but I feel like you don't believe it."

You sifted through some clothes. "No, I did. I guess I was just sad that you weren't letting me hang out with you as much. I totally understand it- you needed a break from everything and I respect that, but I wish I could have helped before you got to that point. And I'm serious, I'll keep a better eye out before I accidentally eat your stuff." you both kind of laughed at that.

It was silent again for a couple seconds. "I'm sorry I kind of pushed you away and isolated myself."

You smiled a bit. "I'm sorry I kinda tipped you over the edge."

You turned to face each other for a moment before he wrapped you up in his arms. "You didn't. I promise next time I feel overwhelmed I'll let you know so you don't think I'm upset with you," he mumbled.

"Thank you... I love you."

"I love you too."

You stayed like that for a moment before you pulled back a bit and smirked at him. "Nobara told me that Itadori said you were pouting on you jog together earlier."

He blushed. "I was not. He doesn't know what he's talking about."

You giggled a bit and cupped his face. "I would bet a million yen that you were!"

He groaned and tried to gently pry your hands away from his face. "Stop it... I was not pouting, I don't pout."

"You so do! You're doing it right- holy shit Megumi the spider is right there gET IT PLEASE-"

The sweet moment was ruined by the spider from earlier scuttling across the ceiling over your bed. You jumped onto your boyfriend for protection, even though he couldn't do much while supporting your entire bodyweight so you wouldn't fall. He managed to send the toad after it, and it happily chased it with its tongue.

The spider was no more.

You settled back on the ground and patted the toad on the head before Megumi released it back to the shadows.

You sighed in relief.

"Thank you, my love, I appreciate it."

He nodded at you. "No problem. I should head back to my dorm now before-"

"Want to stay with me?" You tentatively interrupted.

He paused and looked towards you. "We'll get in trouble if we're caught."

You tugged on his hand a little. "Please, Megumi? I've missed you this week..."

He sighed and let you pull him to your bed, hiding a small smile when you cheer. "Fine, but I'm leaving before the sun comes up. I'm not letting Gojo think he has anything over me."

You giggled. "That's fine," and then you both got settled under the covers.

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't missed you while he was isolating himself, but he pushed any thoughts of that away and fell into a peaceful sleep with you in his arms.

this took foreverrrrr but it's finally done since I have time to write today!! ty for reading, hope you all enjoyed <3

[13as07]

I’m Not Clingy #1

(Itachi Uchahi)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Nikolaz Saavedra]

Requested by: the-fictional-wife (kind of)

Word Count: 3,466

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

First, still fully believe Uchahi's go through withdraws when away from their loved ones. Second, Itachi is an unemotional hardass 90% of his life, so I fully believe he's a clingy soft boy with his loved one.

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"Crow?" The name rings out, half registering in my still-asleep brain.

"I'm in the bathroom, Tach," I murmur, struggling to not fall back to sleep.

"Little crow?" He calls again, his voice laced with worry.

"Still in the bathroom, Itachi," I call again, my words getting muffled when I turn the sink on.

"My little crow?" He tries again, full panic in swing. I sigh to myself, deciding to leave it be. He can survive the sixty seconds it'll take me to wash my hands.

     The bathroom door slams open, banging against the wall. Maybe he can't survive it. "Crow," Itachi almost sobs, panic washing out his already pale face.

"Hello," I mutter, wiping the water off myself on the hand towel. Hands wrap around me, clinging to my nightshirt. "Hi baby," I coo, sliding my hands across his bare back.

Itachi's head buries into my neck, fingers still gripping my clothes. "You disappeared," he whines despite his effort to maintain his 'bad boy with no emotions' persona. His attempt at the normal monotoned voice he uses quickly cracks with the two words.

"I went to the bathroom, Love," I explain, lightly running my nails over his shoulders.

"I woke up and you weren't in bed. Why did you disappear?"

"Tachi, I had to pee."

"You should have woken me up." His hands loosen a bit, sliding down my shirt to cling to the hem of it.

"I should have woken you up to tell you I need to pee?" I ask, shrugging my shoulder in an attempt to look at him. He has to be joking.

Itachi lifts his head, the glow of his sharingans empathizing his panic. "Yes," he answers, his face fully serious as he looks at me.

"Why would I do that?" I sigh, dropping my head to his chest. I can't even pretend I have the patience for him right now, I'm too tired.

"So I can come with you."

"To the bathroom?"

"Yes."

I let out a deep sigh, choosing not to push the subject anymore. "Alright, Tachi."

His hands loosen again, going back to their normal lightness as he paws at my thighs. "Lay down with me."

"That's the plan."

His hands continue touching me as I slide past him, working my way back to our bed. The small walk is filled with soft gropes. Itachi's hands clinging to my arm, then my waist, then clinging to my shirt again.

After prying him off of me, I crawl across our bed, sliding under the sheets and getting comfortable. Itachi paces next to the mattress the whole time, impatiently waiting for me to get settled. Once I stop moving, he quickly crawls in after me.

I'm pawed at again, eager hands parting my thighs before he slides between them. Itachi's head rests on my stomach, arms wrapped around my leg. "What in the world are you doing?"

"Making sure you can't get up without me again."

"You're clingy, Love."

"I'm not clingy."

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"Where are you going?" Itachi whines into my hair, hands tightening around my waist as I try walking down the street.

     "Tachi, you're making it difficult to shop."

     "No I'm not," he huffs, but does let go of me, not completely though. He keeps a hold of the end of my cloak, his eyes burning into his clan symbol stamped into the back of it.

     I roll my eyes at the clingy Uchahi, turning my attention back to my mental checklist.

     Oil for Deidara's clay - check.

     Pork for dinner - check.

     Lined paper for Kakuzu's finances - check.

    Matches for Hidan's dumb rituals - check.

    Bread for breakfast tomorrow - check.

     Fresh fish instead of pork for Kisme - check.

     Hair pins for Konan - check.

     Cloth for Sasori's puppets - not check.

    I stop in my tracks, an eager Itachi using it as a chance to wrap me in his arms again. I glance up the way, scanning the market for another craft table.

     How could I forget Sasori's fabric when I grabbed Deidara's oil? Why must I do the shopping? They're a group of murderers, can't they just steal what they need? Of course not because they're all dumb and don't ever remember what they need unless I ask. Oh gosh, I forgot sea salt for Pain's piercings too.

     "Pay attention to me," Itachi huffs, head buried in my neck as his fingers knead at my stomach.

     I let out a soft sigh, shifting in Itachi's hold. "Hello, Love," I coo, cupping his face in my hands. His eyes light up, one of his rare smiles crossing his face. "I appreciate you coming with me today," I praise, planting a handful of kisses on his nose.

     "Really, Little Crow?" He whispers, eyes sinking closed and face relaxing from my soft kisses.

     "Really," I answer, pecking his lips before turning away again. A disappointed huff spills from him, hand clinging to the pocket of my cloak as he trails behind me.

     Itachi bumps into me as we walk, glancing at me every time he does so. He might look like a black cat but he acts like a golden retriever. Definitely a 'don't judge a book by its cover' situation.

     My eyes land on a booth covered in yards of fabric. Maybe the universe doesn't hate me that much.

     I work my way through the crowd of people, Itachi huffy and puffy when someone cuts off his sight of me. "Stop running away," he groans, arms around my hips and tugging me against him.

     "I'm not running away. Sasori needs fabric," I explain, squirming out of his hold. He stays huffy but releases me. Even though I'm not being touched, Itachi is still very much present. He paces around me, watching as I toy with the fabrics, checking their patterns and the feel of the material. "Excuse me?" I call, looking for the booth owner.

     "Yes, Dear?" A small older woman calls, pulling back one of the fabric strands.

     "I need two yards of fabric. Do you sell them in half or full yards?"

     "Quarter, half, full, you name it, Dear."

     Itachi distracts himself as I talk to the saleswoman, his focus being on the fabric. "Crow?" He calls, lifting one of the yards so I can look it over. It's pretty, a rich blue coated in gold stars and swirls, reminding me of the night sky.

     "Can I have a yard of that pattern too?" I ask the lady, motioning towards my clingy black cat. Why Itachi wants it is beyond me but it's safe to assume he wants me to sew something new for him. What a needy little Uchahi.

     "Of course, Dear. Give me a couple of minutes to cut and wrap it all for you."

     "Thank you!" I chirp, quickly counting out the needed amount from the stash of cash Sasori handed me. I dip into my wallet, adding the amount for Itachi's fabric before handing it to the lady. "I'm going to pop over to a different booth if you don't mind."

     "That's fine dear. I'll see you soon."

     I thank the lady again before walking towards the next booth in search of sea salt. Why can't Pain just clean his piercings with normal water? Another apology from the universe, just one booth over is a mineral table, covered in different-sized and colored natural resources.

     "Hello," I call, walking up to the booth. I glance around it in search of Pain's dumb salt. "I'm looking for some sea salt."

     "Any specific reason?" The guy manning the booth asks.

     "Um... I think my friend - " that's not the right description "- dissolves it in water. He uses it to clean his piercings."

     "How often does he use it?"

    "Once a day I think. I have the tube from his last one," I explain, digging in my messenger bag for the container. When I find it I hand it to the man, letting him read it over. "Preferably, I would like enough to last at least - "

     "Crow?" Itachi's panicked voice calls out. I turn back towards the fabric booth, a smile crossing my face as he waddles around it, shifting strands of fabric in search of me.

     "That your friend?" The man asks, laughing a bit as we both watch Itachi search for me.

     "That's my partner. He's a little... attached."

     "Little Crow?" He says, head bobbing around as he looks through the waves of people for me.

     "Anyway, I only come to town once a week or so. A week's worth would be the minimum but a month's worth would be best."

     The guy nods his head, messing around with some of the minerals on his table. "Well I have a six oz tube that'll last about five months or you can get the twelve oz bottle. That should last ten months."

     "What's the price difference?"

     "Crow?" Itachi calls again, panic quickly soaking into his words.

     "I'm over here, Love," I coo, shifting around to try and fall into his attention.

     When I'm latched into his sight, the glow of his sharingans dull from the sun and concealment of his hat, Itachi quickly scurries over to me. Fingers cling to the back of my neck, forehead pressed to my shoulder when he comes into context with me. "You ran away," he whispers into my skin.

     "I didn't run away. I was only - what? - ten paces away from you?" The booth manager chuckles again, smiling ear to ear at my separation anxiety-riddled black cat. "You're just clingy, Love."

     "I'm not clingy."

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     It's been a long week... almost two weeks since Itachi left for an away mission. He left ten days ago for some intel collection, ordered by Pain. Whether it's actually an intel mission or not is beyond me. I prefer not knowing what he does when he's away and he prefers not talking to me about it.

     Despite the time apart, Pain said Itachi and Kisame would be home today. Again, whether that's true or not is beyond me. Either way, I won't mind. I miss my clinger but I think the time apart helps me keep my patience with him.

     I stay busy when the boys of my focus are away. Groceries still need to be bought, food still needs to be cooked, chores still need to be done, and members still need medical attention. I like my life as a makeshift stay-at-home mom. It's like permitting playing housewife.

     Besides, when all the needs are met, it leaves me free time to enjoy my hobbies. Plus the salary Pain sets aside for me is pretty nice, even if Kakuzu bitches that I shouldn't be paid for my efforts. The old man is... well... old-fashioned. He believes it's a woman's job to tend to the household and the members of said household.

     "Where are you?" The old man calls, poking his head out the kitchen doors. "Your dumb shark boy and even dumber raven is home."

     "Itachi's birds are crows, not ravens," I correct, turning my attention to the ninety-year-old.

     "What's the difference?" He grumbles, face as pissy as ever.

     "Crows have straighter beaks than ravens. They also have smoother feathers, shorter wingspans, and softer coos."

     "Smartass," the money-obsessed man mumbles before leaving me alone on the porch again.

     I let my attention turn back to the project at hand. "Smartass," I mimick, talking to one of Itachi's crows. He has about ten of them, I think. Maybe more. Sometimes it's hard to tell them apart or to tell which ones are real.

     The only ones I can tell apart are his favorite one - Akako - who somehow has a sharingan and this one that I've named Kiko. Kiko has a small bell tied around his neck with a ribbon, Itachi's way of making it easy for me to find his bird. My bird. Kiko spends a lot of time with me, keeping me company when his master is away and delivering our letters back and forth.

     Kiko hops around in agreement with me, flapping his wings a bit before settling down again. "I know, right?" I huff, rolling my eyes at the old fashion-man. "He's just mad I'm smarter."  Again, the bird jumps around and flaps his wings.

     "My little crow, was I really away long enough for you to lose your sanity?" Itachi says, his usual monotoned voice in place instead of the needy whiney one he uses around me.

     "No, Kiko and I have conversations every day," I answer, smiling at the exhausted-looking man in the doorway. "He's better to talk to than most of the Akatsuki members."

     "Well, I am home. You can talk to me now."

     "I think I prefer talking to the bird," I tease, once again abandoning my project.

     "You don't mean that," he says, words shifting to a whimper by the end.

     Itachi is quickly at my side, sunk to his knees on the porch. His arms wrap around my legs, head prompted in my lap as he rests against me. "No, I don't mean it," I soothe, fingers running through his hair and softly massaging the roots of it.

     Heat rolls off of him, coating me, threatening to cause blisters even though I'm not the one with a fever. The sweat-coating Itachi makes his skin sticky, suctioning him to me without trying. "Are you sick-sick or longing-sick?" I ask, tugging his headband off. I busy my hands, smoothing his hair out and holding it in a bun before peppering kisses across his forehead. His sweat leaves a salting taste on my lips.

     "Longing-sick," he mutters, fingers shaking as they cling behind my knees.

     "Do you want to go lay down? We can take a nap if you'd like." Itachi hums a yes, trying to bury himself deeper into me. I swear the man would crawl into my skin if he could. "Alrighty, clinger, let's go take a nap."

     "I'm not clingy."

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The weight of Itachi presses into my chest, the whole of him wrapped around me like a blanket. Arms clinging to my sides promise finger bruises to be there next time I take my shirt off. Head tucked into my neck, chest to chest as he lays on top of me.

His fever has gone down and he stopped shaking a couple of hours ago. Despite him being better, I don't have the heart to wake him. Instead, I stay still under him, letting him crush my lungs under his weight.

There's a knock at the door, making Itachi stir a bit. "Come in," I call softly, turning towards the door the best I can.

The door creaks open before I'm met with Hidan's and Deidara's heads poking into the room. "Lady Uchahi," Deidara calls, face scrunching up as he looks at Itachi. "When are you going to start dinner?"

"Ya, we're hungry and you promised yakitori for dinner," Hidan adds, also a bit flabbergasted at the sight in front of him.

"Ya, I know. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll start dinner. Are you guys going to help?"

"Yes!" Deidara cheers, making Itachi stir again. His hold loosens, bringing relief to my aching sides.

"Do I have to?" Hidan groans, sulking at my request.

"No, you don't," I answer, chuckling a little at the whining immortal. "I just figured you'd enjoy stabbing the skewers through the food."

The voodoo doll cheers up at my words, his creepy 'trying to show happiness' smile on his face. "I guess I can help." Hidan hurries away, a bitching Deidara in tow by his shirt collar.

Once they're gone, I soak in the feeling of Itachi's weight and his body heat for another minute or two before I try shimming out from under him. It takes a while and a few uncomfortable positions to wiggle out without waking him, but I do manage to get free.

     My mission doesn't last long, arms wrapping around me as I go to push the kitchen door open.

     "Where are you going?" Itachi whispers, sleep-filled kisses being pressed into any part of me he can reach.

     "To make dinner. People are getting hungry."

     "I need you," he almost sobs, rubbing his nose against my shoulder before pressing a kiss to my jaw. "Come lay back down."

     "My love," I call, trying to soothe the half asleep about to cry Itachi clinging to me like a lifeline. "It'll only be half an hour. You can survive thirty minutes."

     "And they can survive giving you one night off," he huffs, hands dropping to cup my thighs. "Please?"

     "Tach-"

     "Pretty please? I need you, Little Crow. I miss you. Just a little longer. Please?" He begs, tears spilling over and soaking into my shirt.

     "Alright clingy, let's go lay back down."

     "I'm not clingy," he whimpers, tears still striking down his face as he lifts me.

     "If you say so, Love," I tease, wrapping my legs around his waist before littering him in soft kisses.

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     "Jesus Christ," Kisame groans, getting a disappointed huff from Itachi as he pulls away from me.

     After Itachi's breakdown, Pain decided to try sending me on his next away mission. It left me with a lot of prep work, making sure no one would need anything when I was gone, leaving instructions and timers to make sure everyone takes their meds, and meal prepping for everyone.

     Meal prepping was probably the most work. Partly because of everyone's different diets and partly because I didn't want anything going bad while I was away. Plus, I don't fully believe any of them besides maybe Sasori can do anything besides popping a dish in the oven.

     Itachi mumbles to himself but pulls away from me a bit, fingers still tangled in the ends of my hair. "I'm sorry, Kisame," I say, smiling at the tall shark man.

     "It's not your fault Itachi sex driven," he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

     "Don't say that," Itachi mumbles, nose scrunching up in disgust. His focus stays on me, playing with my locks as we continue walking. He must like Kisame if he's willing to love on me. Or maybe he's just happy he doesn't have to deal with his withdrawals this trip.

     "We are getting separate rooms, right?" The older man asks, glancing between us.

     "Why would we do that?" Tachi asks, hands clenching and releasing my shirt as they shift around my back. "It's cheaper to get one room."

     "Because I'm not listening to you two going at it for the next week."

     My cheeks heat up at Kisame's teasing, embarrassment crawling up my spine alongside Itachi's hands. "It's... we don't... Itachi is just clingy."

     "I'm not clingy," he answers, trying - and succeeding - at hiding the usual whine that follows it.

“Ya, and I’m not fucking green,” Kisame mumbles, getting a glare from Itachi.

“I’m not clingy,” Itachi hisses again, hands gripping my shoulders, and tugging me closer to him, causing me to constantly bump into him as we walk.

“Ya, okay,” Kisame continues, rolling his eyes again before chuckling to himself.

“You’re not making the best case for yourself, Love,” I tease, shaking my shoulders.

Itachi’s head dips, his lips brushing my ear as he talks, “I’m not clingy.”

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Open-mouth kisses press against my collarbone, small nips following each one. Itachi is soaking in the ten minutes we have alone, hands gripping my thighs, playfully tugging them open before I let them fall closed again.

“I need you,” he whimpers, wiggling against me as his lips shift further down. His legs are tangled in mine as he grinds himself against my hip.

“I’m right here, Tach,” I hum, littering kisses across his forehead.

“Not how I meant,” he mutters, shifting himself on top of me. Itachi secures my legs around himself, pressing his growing hard-on against me. “Please?” He begs, hands slithering up my sleep shirt. He gropes my chest, impatient kisses pressed into any ounce of skin he comes in contact with.

“I thought you weren’t clingy?” Kisame calls from the now-open bathroom door.

Embarrassment climbs up to my cheeks for the hundredth time today, making my skin warm as it moves up my body. I try to ball myself up, failing miserably with Itachi still secured between my legs.

“I’m not,” Itachi mutters, hands still kneading at my breasts.

“Knock it off,” I hiss, shifting myself so my knees are pressed to his chest.

“You’re actively fondling her chest. World-class clinger if I’ve ever seen one,” Kisame says, chuckling as he flops on his bed. “Attached at the tit.”

“I’m not clingy!” Itachi bitches, tossing a pillow at his partner. Kisame and I both laugh at Tachi’s tantrum. My lovely clinger and his pet shark.

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[satosugusandwich]

🩵 Tease 🩵

Currently thinking about how gojo is the type of guy to make you say what you want even when he knows what you want. He’s aware you might be a little shy so at first he cuts you some slack.

NSFW ahead :) gojoxfem!reader… begging, teasing, lil humiliation, gojo loves to finger you teehee

So when he first asks you out…

“You know you’ve been around me a lot recently… do you got something to say?” He’d cheekily ask, his eyes guarded behind his blindfold so you cant even tell what he’s thinking.

“What do you mean?” You respond, doing your best to not look caught off guard.

“Come onnnn… you know what I mean.” It really does take everything in him to not tease you further. “You wanna go out with me?” The words will slide out like honey, his cocky ass already knowing the answer.

But then some time will pass and you’ll have gone out a few times and he’ll do it again.

“Are you just gonna sit there? You’ve licked your lips at least twice now, pretty.” This time, he’d be in sunglasses that are tinted enough just so you can see his eyes watching you. “Now you can’t stop staring at me.” His pearly teeth would start to poke out as he grins at your expression.

“Do I have to say it, Satoru?” You respond, quickly looking away.

He leans in just enough to make you turn your head back toward him. “Say what?” He’s blushing now, so at least he’s a little bit nervous too.

You try to hide your timidity behind giggling but he instead takes it as a I like when you tease me.

“Pretty please, you gotta tell me.” He softly begs, his hot breath already touching your lips.

You cave and tell him. “I want you to kiss me.”

“There we go.” He’d kiss you softly, as if to apologize for his humiliating teasing against you, but once he feels you wrap around his neck and pull him closer, he decides maybe he can be a bit rougher.

But really, when it all comes together is when he’s got you on your back, whining and whimpering wordlessly as he teases your pretty hole with his fingers. He’s learned to be kinder now that he’s grown up which is why he didn’t force you to tell him that he wanted to fuck, in fact he initiated at first, but now that you’re nearing the climax of your night together…

“Ahh… ah!” You whine as he toys with your clit, gently rolling it around under his thumb as his other fingers probe at your g-spot. “Satoru…” You say his name so beautifully that he doesn’t even need to hear any praise from your tongue, all he has to hear is how desperately you say his name.

“Keep saying my name, princess.” He doesn’t let up, watching closely as you fall apart under his touch.

“Satoruuu!” You’re whining so delightfully that he’s grinning ear to ear while your hips buck relentlessly, wanting to be filled by something else.

“Aw, is it too much?” He teases.

“I—! No, I can take more.” You tell him, too excited to waste time on being embarrassed.

“Ahhh, I get it now.” He withdraws his fingers and looks at you.

You wait to see what he does next but you don’t even have to ask what he’s waiting for, judging by how he’s grinning down at you. “Please.” You mutter.

“Please what?” He licks his lips.

“Satoru, please fuck me.” You ask him quietly, as if you didn’t want him to hear.

He cocks his head to the side and makes a dramatic show of putting his hand to his ear. “Didn’t quite catch that… wanna ask me again?”

What you wanna do is kick him in his aroused dick but then that would ruin the fun. “Satoru.” You say his name more firmly and catch his cock twitch out of the corner of your eye. “Could you please fuck me.” As the words leave your body, it gets twice as hot (your body and the situation).

“You want me to fuck you?” He rubs his tip against your clit as he rests your legs on his shoulders. “Come on, is that right?”

Your breathing is rapid. “Yes. Please.”

“With my cock?” He pushes again.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Satoru.”

“I’m not going inside until you tell me what you want properly, pretty girl.”

Good thing he’s not inside you or else he’d feel how much you’d clench around him each time he teases you like this. “Satoru, please fuck me—fuck my pussy with your cock.”

He keeps his shit-eating grin on his face while he presses the tip into your entrance. “Oh, with pleasure. All you had to do was ask.”

Sure enough, Satoru from that moment out was wholly determined to make you beg for him a little more each time especially watching how you cry out for him over and over. Can he make you beg for him to cum inside you in that pretty whiny voice as his cock goes in and out in and out over and over again? Could he make you beg to fucked over and over? What all would you beg from him?

But really, what’s gonna happen when you get confident enough to make him beg?

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

❛glowing pink in the night❜

AGED UP!!

Spider(25)/Human!Reader(22)

warnings: very short plot, smut, oral sex (m. rec.), dirty talk.

a/n: pictures used are not mine.

1486 words

you don’t like? don’t read, lol.

“have your ever,” you lean in closer and whisper in his ear “okay have you ever done it?” you said and he gave you a questioning look “done, what?” he replied confusion washing over him, you sighed “you know like, have you ever had you know, like, that thing all na’vi do with their mates..,” you said and his eyes widened and he moved from his position on your bed while he shook his head “no, i haven’t,” he laughed and you gave him a concerned look “why not?”

“i don’t know, maybe i’m not attractive enough?” you gave him a soft laugh and shook your head “i call bullshit, if you were mine, i’d let you do me whenever you want, wherever you want,” you said and a pink shade tinted his cheeks “doesn’t sound bad,” he chuckled and looked up at the cieling “have you done it before?”

“yes,” you snorted and looked at him “i know that this sounds weird but,” he turned his face facing you now “what?” “do you want to try it with me?” his eyes widened as the words left your mouth and he shook his head “what if i do something wrong- what if i hurt you-” you were quick to craw over to him sitting between his legs now, your hand shot up to his face covering his mouth “you don’t have to do anything, just, lay back and enjoy, okay?” you offered him a soft smile removing your hand from his lips, and he nodded his head “okay,” your hands roamed along his shoulders, chest, abs, all the way down to his crotch, the palm of your hand cupping his member, your mouth trailing kisses from his neck down to his chest, he let out a gasp when you sucked at his areola, you continued kissing and sucking to his belly, you looked up at him and palmed his hard member “that okay?” you asked and he nodded “ye - yeah,” he gasped when you gripped his member, your hands went to the knots of his tweng, your eyes met his brown ones, he knew what you were going to say judging by the nod he gave you.

you undid the knots and pulled his loincloth down. your hand stroking his member in attempt to make him fully erect, you other hand fondling with his balls, you licked your lips and inched closer to him, you’re facing his member now, taking in the sight infornt of you, red head pulsing, pre-cum already dripping from his slit, you hand has stopped stroking just simply holding his member, you thumb toying with beads of pre-cum rubbing it all over his head, you withdrawed your hand from his length and licked your thumb cleaning, the salty taste hitting your taste buds, you opened your mouth and let your tongue out, licking a stripe from the base of his cock all the way up to the head, finally wrapping your lips engulfing the head, you gentely pushed the foreskin back with your finger and licked the area that was hidden by the foreskin, you let go of him and looked up “if you want more, push my head down, okay?” you said and he gave you a faint okay and nod and then you quickly move to take the spongy head of his massive cock into your mouth. you lick at the leaking tip, desperate to taste his seed.

“y/n..” spider hissed at the feeling of your tongue toying with his slit. he’s getting impatient, the pleasure swallowing him whole now, and you know that you should stop with the teasing and swallow his cock, but you don’t, instead you give quick licks and swirls of your tongue, teasing the tip and denying him the full warmth of your throat. you glance up and see his face, mouth slightly open, eyes half closed looking down at you, both hands on the sides of his body, tugging at the soft, cold sheets of your bed, without breaking eye contact, his hands shot to your head, grabbing the back of your head to hold you in place and thrusts the massive length of his cock down your throat. you started to choke and gag, but he doesn’t release you, instead holding you in place and burying your nose into the golden curls of pubes. tears stung your eyes, but still spider holds you in place and bites his lip when your shining eyes meet his. he lets out a soft moan when your tongue dances around his cock “y-you look so good like this - oh fuck -” spider says between hiccups. a few tears made their way down your cheeks as you started struggling to breathe and accommodate his cock in your throat, but he doesn’t let up. instead, seeing your face grow red and glow with tears in the dark as the pink star-shaped lamp on your cieling illuminates your face invigorates him and his slow thrusting turns into a savage fucking. he grunts as he pounds into your mouth, dick hitting the back of your mouth and you chin rests on his sweat-soaked balls, you look up at his face once more after closing your eyes getting rid of the tears, and see his face, forehead glowing pink in the dark of your room and beads of sweat roll down his face. the pads of his fingers started rubbing on your scalp.

the dry underwear you wore is now damp and sticky with the nectar of your cunt, making it painfully uncomofrtable for you, but that was quickly forgotten as your jaw had started aching from stretching around his size but you persist in spite of the discomfort. it’s for spider, your best friend you want his first time to be amazing and want him to have a good time. judging by his occasional hissing and grunts, he’s enjoying it. and you wanted nothing more.

on some particularly lonely nights, you’d stuff your own fingers into your cunt and imagine that it was spider, but it never measured up to the feeling you’re feeling now. but none of that matters now. spider is in your bed, you’re between his legs, providing him pleasure. all you can think of is keeping your nose buried in the curls of his pubes.

he thrusted into your mouth once more and holding you there, with your nose pressed into his hairy crotch and his manhood fully seated in your throat.

“do you like that?” He growls. “i love when you choke around me, y/n. when your face goes red and you whimper like that. you cannot even breathe can you? but do you want me to pull out? i don’t think so. no, you want me to finish inside your mouth, spill my seed into your throat and fill your belly, don’t you?”

you glanced up, looking at him with teary eyes and he smirks at you. there’s nothing you want more than for him to cum right now and to taste his seed. so you cupped his balls with your hand, softly squeezing and tugging at them, you kept swirling your tongue around him “f-fuck, yeah - oh fuck - d-do that again.” he said after your tongue swiped over his slit, you kept fondling with his balls and then you stopped after his balls tightened, you knew what that meant, so, you repositioned yoursef, sitting on your knees now, face still burried in his pubes the smell was intoxicating. you felt as if you were going to pass out, you kept swirling your tongue around him all while breathing the scent of his pubes in.

as for spider, he was lost in pleasure, holding your hesd down more firmly now, tugging at your hair, his back arched, toes curled to the fact that they started to hurt, it felt like, there were bricks inside his lower stomach, building up into a wall and then.. boom.. it was destroyed, as he spilled inside your mouth, and like the good friend you are, you swallowed every drop of it.

he lets go of your head and you pull away, breathing heavy and flushed in the face, his hand went to your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears as he smiled down at you, he looked very beautiful with the way the pink light was making his face and body glow “did you like that?” you said with a hoarse voice, hand rubbing on your neck to ease the pain in your throat “like? i loved it. loved every bit of you,” you giggled at his reply and wrapped your arms around his waist as he layed back. you laid you head on his chest hearing his heart beats “i’m glad you enjoyed it,” you sighed through your nose when his hand cupped the back of your head gently playing with your hair.

[xxvalkyriesxx]

Flying Changes - Chapter Three

A Nessian Equestrian Fic

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CW: withdrawal symptoms of alcohol, discussions of/with alcohol/recovering alcoholics.

This one is a long one, folks. Enjoy <3

A thump landed on the ground as Cassian walked away. He turned to see Nesta, face planted into the ground. He cursed as he ran to her. Quickly he texted the family’s medic before putting his phone away and gently picking Nesta up in his arms. Her lawyer, Eris, already had his phone out to dial.

“Don’t bother. Rhysand has a family doctor. We’ll get her to come see Nesta.”

Eris raised an eyebrow. “And shouldn’t my client go to a hospital?”

“Hospitals aren't going to do much for her right now. They would just ship her off to rehab eventually. And according to her sister, none of the rehabs have worked.” Cassian noted as he started to walk to the house, Eris and the officer were behind him. Out past the pastures, he saw a familiar looking old blue truck drive down the road.

“Plus the closest hospital isn’t for another 25 miles down south.” The officer stated. He spoke with a slight drawl that wasn’t uncommon in these parts.

“You’re from Windhaven?” Cassian asked.

The officer shook his head. “Ironcrest. Born and raised.”

Ironcrest was a small town north of Windhaven. Not a lot happened there, and not a lot of good came out of it either. The same truck he saw drove up the dirt driveway before stopping in the makeshift lot.

“Are we sure we can trust your nurse?” Eris called out as Cassian stepped onto the porch. 

A woman cleared her voice behind all of them. Cassian smiled softly at the familiar face. Her brown skin glowed in the hue of the sun. She tipped her hat to Eris and the officer.

“I’m sure you can trust a doctor.” She smiled at Eris before moving past him.

“Cassian, take her up the stairs to her room. I’ll be right behind.”

“Yes, Madja.” He replied before entering the house.

Nesta was warm and clammy as he shifted her in his arms.

“You’ll be okay, Sweetheart. You’re in good hands.”

**

Cassian laid Nesta gently on the bed. Her pulse was slow and she hadn’t come too yet. Madja came inside the room next, her bag with her. Quickly she went to work checking her vitals. The man stood off to the side, knowing better than to get in her way.

“This girl has been through it. This is Feyre’s sister that Rhysand mentioned to me?” She asked Cassian.

“That she is. She just got here last night. Apparently had alcohol in her system.”

She hummed reading the vitals. “It may be a little early for symptoms but that doesn't mean it can’t happen. She’ll probably be lucid for the next couple days. I’ll stay and watch over her.” 

The doctor turned to Cassian. “But why on earth did you make her do work right away? You knew she was going to go through withdrawal. Why not get her prepared for that?”

Cassian blinked, unsure what his answer would imply. “I thought getting her to work would help with the withdrawal. Feyre mentioned she had been to three different rehabs in the last two years. Everytime Nesta left she would drink again.” He sighed. “I didn’t know what I was going up against. I quit drinking mid deployment and the work kept me busy.”

“She’s no soldier, Cassian.”

Madja crossed her arms over her chest. “The labor probably caused the body to begin stressing earlier than expected. Eitherway, we’re here now. You’re lucky I have experience with this.”

She looked over to a photograph on the wall of Ramiel, the biggest mountain in the Night Court. Caleum Valyrian picked up photography after he stopped drinking when his wife Arwen, announced she was pregnant with a daughter; Rhys’ sister, Artemis. Caleum had taken the photo the night before her birth.

Arwen mentioned at one point not long after Artemis’ birth that her husband had a second chance of being a father. Madja helped him through his sobriety journey as she had been looking after Caleum since he was young. It was a long process from what Cassian remembered, but not long after her birth he joined the Air Force and then not even five years later, Caleum and Arwen had died in a fatal car crash.

“Anyway, I’ll stay through the week. This isn’t my first rodeo. And Cassian.”

He looked up at her. “Yes, mam?”

“Get rid of the alcohol. All of it. I know you’ve hidden it. It never ends up staying hidden in the long run. And it’s no good stinking up a home.”

It had been almost four days since Nesta collapsed due to her withdrawal symptoms. Madja had been taking care of her. She had gotten Nesta to settle once she woke up. Cassian had hovered by the door every once in a while. He heard Nesta speak every so often, but her voice was low and soft. She never once screamed or yelled. At least not to his knowledge.

He sighed gently as he pulled his thick hair into a bun before opening up discord on his laptop. He settled into his chair as he hopped onto the group chat call, waiting for others to join.

It was Wednesday, therefore it was family night.

He unmuted the second he saw a familiar face with blue eyes. He smiled brightly.

“Hi Fey-Fey.” The nickname he coined to Feyre after he met her for the first time. She hated the name. So it stuck.

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Hey Cashew.” 

The two dissolved into little giggles like childhood best friends.

“Are you two already scheming?” Another video popped up of a blonde woman drinking red wine.

“Mor-Mor!” Feyre said excitedly.

Mor shook her head. “I would gag, but I don’t want to waste the wine.”

“Classic, Mor.” A voice shouted from Feyre’s video. Rhys pulled up on screen, wearing a Night Court sunball shirt.

A second passed by before another video joined. It was Azriel, his other brother. He seemed to be on his phone, most likely down at the barn with his horse, Singer.

“I swear Rhys you own everything Night Court coded in your home and that is the most offensive thing. You know we suck at sunball.” He exclaimed. 

“Did you catch the game the other night? Spring's beaten us again for a third time.” Mor chimed in.

“Hey, don’t hate the team. We’re going to get better…Eventually.” Rhysand said. The whole call burst out laughing. 

“I hope everyone is doing okay! But Cassian, I wanted to ask. How’s Nesta doing? Rhys mentioned Madja was there?” Feyre asked. Worry crossed her face.

Cassian shrugged. “She seems okay. Madja hasn’t left and it’s been several days. The withdrawal kicked in a bit sooner. But Madja says she's doing okay. She’ll start going to AA tomorrow so I think that will help even more.”

“Oh good.” Feyre smiled softly before one last video appeared in the call.

A girl with tan skin and coarse black hair that paired well with the dynasty of almost purple eyes appeared. The fifteen year old smiled as she quickly braided her hair sitting in her pajamas.

“Hi Everyone!” She said before narrowing her eyes. “What were you all just talking about?”

“Nothing that concerns fifteen year olds.” Rhys responded, a small smile on his face. “But tell us, Artemis, what’s it like being in the high school dorms now?” 

Artemis rolled her eyes. “It’s good. I’m still rooming with the same girls as last year.”

Artemis attended Dawn Light down in the southern part of Dawn Court. It was an all girl’s boarding school that she had been attending since elementary school. As their parents were dead, Rhysand became Artemis’ legal guardian. Unfortunately his career as a politician didn’t give him a lot of time to take care of his younger sister, so he sent her off to a boarding school.

“Freshman year is such a big highlight. Just wait until the dances and the boys!” Mor cheered, taking another sip.

“Ew. I don’t want to be around boys.” Artemis turned green at the thought.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Rhysand responded before Feyre smacked him on the shoulder. He turned to her and gently kissed her hand. The two looked at each other, a secret conversation happening.

“You’re not alone and this isn’t an OnlyFans chat, so please stop making sex eyes with Feyre.” Artemis complained. 

Cassian bulked out a giant laugh. The kid had always been sassy but she was at that age where the sass upped ten times more.

“First off, how do you know about OnlyFans? Secondly I am not making ‘sex eyes’ with Feyre.”

“I don’t know, Rhysie. That seemed very sex eyes heavy to me.” Cassian joked.

His brother glared at him and flipped him off. Everyone laughed.

“I’m fifteen and the internet exists. So I know things.”

Rhysand looked like he was halfway between jumping on his plane and bringing her home, or buying the school so he could manage the internet down there.

“Settle down, everyone.” Feyre calmly said. She had a genuine smile on her face.

“Rhysand and I have something to tell you all actually.” She looked up at him knowingly. He smiled and nodded, taking her hand in his.

“I’m pregnant.”

There was a brief moment of silence before the call erupted in cheers. Cassian smiled proudly at his best friends. It had come as a surprise to Cassian, given they weren’t engaged yet

Although that might change soon given that he does have the ring. Cassian thought to himself as he recalled Rhysand showed the ring to him and Azriel roughly a few weeks ago. 

“Congratulations! Which one of us is gonna be the godparents?” Cassian asked.

“None of you if I can help it.” Rhysand replied, wearing his classic smirk.

“I’m going to be an aunt? Oh my god?!” Artemis squealed. 

Mor set down her glass, clapping. “A baby always brings good luck!”

Azriel smiled softly. “Should Cass and I look into buying a pony for them yet?”

“If you two want to waste your money, be my guest. But perhaps our child will be sensible like their father and not be a big fan.”

“As if! If you’re a Valyrian you’re horse people. Unless of course your name is Rhysand.” Artemis joked.

Cassian laughed.“That’s a good one, Arty.”

Rhysand shook his head, rolling his eyes, but before he could counter anything, Feyre spoke up. “We’ll wait and see. They might be a horse person. Or maybe even a mule like their father.” Feyre smiled with a toothy grin at Rhysand.

Another roar of laughter escaped everyone, even Rhys. He kissed her head gently before she leaned against him.

“Well if we’re spreading good news, then I want to let everyone know that this is the first year I can try out for the eventing team at school.”

Feyre’s smile tightened just a little. “Oh that’s great, Artemis. How is your horse doing?” 

The girl shook her head. “Kitty is doing great. I think she’s excited to start eventing too..”

The girl learned how to ride before she could even walk properly, courtesy of her mother. Since a young age she wanted to compete in three-day-eventing. Cassian remembered Rhysand being very hesitant, but one of the best coaches was currently at Dawn Light. 

Three summers ago, Rhysand and Artemis went to the Velaris horse auction. It was one of their mother’s favorite events and always landed on her birthday. During the auction they sell all kinds of horses for different mediums, and when eventing came up, Artemis was on the edge of her seat. There was a palomino morgan horse that walked in, and that was that. 

“Well good luck with try-outs!” Cassian smiled brightly.

“You’re gonna be amazing, kid!” Azriel smiled knowing that she would.

“Thank you everyone. Anyway, it’s late and I have classes in the morning. Talk to you guys later. Oh and I want baby names, Feyre! Send them all my way!” Artemis beamed before hopping off the call.

One by the one they all did the same before Cassian sighed, turning off his laptop. He wanted to go to sleep, but it never came. So Cassian dressed and went downstairs to the corral that was located near the house. 

The moon was near the shape of a crescent as he walked underneath the stars as he approached the corral where a thoroughbred mare trotted around. He stood on the other side of the railing as he watched her tread in the circle. Taking his phone out he shot Feyre a text about what food Nesta liked. If she was going to be staying here for awhile, they probably should get her things that she likes.

“I don’t understand what you saw in her.” Azriel called out from behind him. Cassian tucked his phone back into his pocket feeling it vibrate with an answer.

“I thought you quit.” Cassian didn’t bother to turn around as the nostalgic smell of cigarettes contained the air. It slated him with the memories of nicotine usage from his old unit. It was as if that was from a different lifetime.

“I did, but here we are.” His brother said, taking a deep breath.

“Here we are..” Cassian mumbled back.

The brothers watched the mare begin to neigh and paw the ground.

“And you thought she could be a therapy horse?”

Cassian shrugged. “The owners said she could and they needed her off their hands. It was either that or the slaughter house.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “Cassian, you cannot save every horse from a terrible fate. Sometimes it’s what needs to happen.”

“I know Az, but when I saw her, I just had that feeling you know?”

His brother gave him an ‘are you for real’ look in answer.

Taking another drag, Azriel blew the smoke then coughed.

“I know you see yourself in her. But maybe what’s broken is intended to be broken. That horse isn’t going to be a therapy horse. That horse needs therapy.”

The mare nodded her head as if agreeing with Azriel. She blew her nostrils before neighing again.

“Everyone has a story, even the broken ones.” Cassian said. “And sometimes they need their stories heard over the rest.” As the ranch manager walked off leaving behind the smoke and stress for another day, the chronic pains of his shoulder and knee began to flare up as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom.

**

Sunlight snuck through the crack from the curtain in Nesta’s room. She groaned at the warm intrusive light that shined in her eyes when she woke up. The last few days were intense. The worst of it was over as she mainly got sick and passed out constantly. Thankfully Madja made everything much more simple as she kept looking out for her the entire time.

“Good morning, Nesta.” The medic called out gently.

Nesta sighed before sitting up slowly. “Morning.”

Madja gave her a once over before she smiled. “You seem much better than how I met you a few days ago. Your withdrawal symptoms have decreased significantly. You’ll still have them for a remaining time, but I believe the worst is over. So now you’ll be able to go to AA tonight.”

The urge to drink still lingered deep down, but she couldn’t do that anymore. Not unless she wanted a worse punishment.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do all of that.” Nesta spoke softly.

“Well you might have died if I didn’t come here fast enough. Thankfully Cassian has me on speed dial. Especially after his last fall where he broke his wrist.”

Nesta cocked her head before pulling her knees to her chest. “How did he manage to do that?”

“By pulling some stupid trick with his horse. Bucked him right off and landed on a log.”

A small smile appeared from Nesta as she imagined it. “That does sound stupid.”

Madja rolled her eyes. “You’re telling me.” She placed a hand on the bed, careful to not touch the young woman.

“Would you like to talk about anything? I don’t share anything personal that my patients say.”

Nesta glanced at her chipped red toe polish before she rested her head on her knees. Gnawing emotions crawled deep within herself to break the surface, but she had been living with them for so long, it was natural to resent. Push it all down.

“No. I don’t.” Nesta waited for the backlash, but instead Madja simply nodded.

“That’s fine, my dear. I encourage you to speak when you’re ready. With someone you trust. But I’m not going to push it. You’ll know when you’re ready.”

The old woman smiled gently before she left Nesta’s room, leaving her alone. Madja was right, the cravings were still there, but it was less than before. Quietly, Nesta stood up from the bed and got changed into a t-shirt, jeans, and old barn boots before she went down the steps.

When she appeared in the kitchen, she found a plate of food and a note. There were no apples on the table, instead there was a bag of clementines from the brand cuties. A sweet sigh escaped her as she stared at her favorite fruit. But a note was left next to the plate. She picked it up.

Nes – She rolled her eyes before continuing.

Feyre mentioned you like cuties, so I grabbed some for you. Please be sure to eat some and the rest of your breakfast. Don’t need you to be passing out again.

Sincerely, Cassian

P.S: Today is the first day of AA. Az will be taking you to and from. He doesn’t bite, and if you think he isn’t paying attention he most definitely is.

Placing the note down, Nesta grabbed three cuties, stuffed two bacon strips into her mouth, and grabbed a biscuit to go before heading out the door.

The faint scent of ammonia and artificial lemon flowed through the hallways of the WCFW - Windhaven Center for Women. Azriel received notice that her AA meeting would be held in room 105B. Her boots echoed dully on the floor as she made her way to a room at the very end of the hall.

The door was opened but Nesta stopped in her tracks. She looked to her left and back down the hallway. If she wanted to, she could run. Make it on a bus hopefully and get out of this dreadful place before tomorrow. However Azriel’s glare burned in her memory.

“Your AA meetings will be here.” He pointed to the building. “I’ll be waiting for you in the truck. If you even think about trying to leave, just know that I was a bounty hunter for the Night Court for 10 years. Not once did I fail in catching someone. You will not be the first.”

So Feyre did mention to him about the time she dipped out of her first rehab and never showed up again. She sighed but before she could muster a step a voice cleared behind her.

“Last time I checked, AA was inside the room, not outside.”

Nesta turned to see a beautiful woman with brown skin with a messy side braid staring at her.

“You’d be right.” Nesta replied.

The woman gestured to Nesta to move forward. “Take the first step. You’re already here, you might as well stay and get to know everyone.”

The kindness wasn’t an order or a request, but almost a suggestion. If Nesta wanted to, she could leave. But she made it this far. She nodded before crossing the threshold.

The room was similar to any other room she had been in when it involved therapy sessions. The ones she attended while in rehab were all a joke. But this one for some reason, felt real. Maybe it was because of the sentencing and her crime, but Nesta couldn’t put a finger on the feeling. She swiftly sat down where no one else was sitting.

The woman from before entered and ended up sitting next to Nesta. She smiled at her.

“Long time no see.” She joked.

Nesta nodded.

The woman held out a hand. She had a tattoo on her inner wrist with a script that read the mountains, the moon, and Mars.

“I’m Emerie.” 

“Nesta.” She shook her hand.

The room engulfed in silence as their counselor began to speak. She welcomed everyone new and old. She wore a kind smile before introducing herself as Alys.

“Let’s all go around the room. Introduce yourself, how long you've been at AA, and one fact and one lie.” She smiled brightly. “We can take turns guessing.” 

Alys went first. “My name is Alys. I’ve been attending AA for almost twenty-five years. I’ve been counseling for about ten. I was born and raised in Windhaven and I have three cats, a bird, and two dogs. What’s my lie?”

The circle of women looked at one another trying to decipher what was her lie. Emerie turned to Nesta. “Any ideas.”

Nesta crossed her arms, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Probably the Windhaven.”

“I was thinking the same.”

She looked at her. “Are you just saying that because I’m saying that?”

Emerie rolled her eyes. “No wiseass. Her accent. It’s not Windhaven. I would know. I was born and raised here my entire life.” She tilted her head to Nesta, questioning her. “What made you choose that?” 

Nesta shrugged. “Her accent.” She tried to hide her smile as Emerie rolled her eyes again.

The room calmed their voices as Alys asked. The majority of the room decided to go for Windhaven as the lie. Alys nodded. “Good ears everyone. I’m from Spring originally. My nephews and I moved all up here for a better life than the one that was dealt to me back down south.”

One by one, each woman stood up and presented themselves to the group. Nesta sighed inwardly as she listened. Each one came from a different background, a different story. They were all so interesting, more interesting than mine Nesta thought to herself.

Alys pointed to Nesta. “It’s your turn…” She waited for Nesta to answer.

Nesta stood up, her arms down by her sides, a fist clenching and unclenching, trying to rangle the nerves that flooded her mind.

Nesta cleared her throat. “I’m Nesta…” She went quiet. She wanted to sit down. She didn’t want to do this. It was stupid. This was so stupid…Then she felt something move next to her. Emerie stood up on Nesta’s left. She smiled softly at Nesta before turning her gaze to the rest.

“I’m Emerie.” 

A wave of deja vu flowed through Nesta as she was completely caught off guard by Emerie’s action.

Emerie continued. “I’ve been coming to AA for roughly three months consecutively for the first time in a while.” She gestured to Nesta.

Nesta opened her mouth, a swirl of words appeared out of thin air. “Today’s my first day at AA.”

Emerie beamed. “Congratulations.” 

“You too.” Nesta replied.

With a sudden wave of confidence, Nesta stepped forward. “I’ve never been to Windhaven before and I have four gold Olympic medals.”

Around the room people whistled and gasped. Nesta could see their gears turning. 

“I call BS on the medals.” Emerie chimed.

“Emerie!” Alys hissed. 

The woman smiled apologetically before returning her gaze onto Nesta.

In return Nesta pulled out her phone and quickly looked through old photos. Her screen was cracked and was meaning to get it replaced, however she hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Memories blurred together as she raced over her camera roll to find the photo she needed. After another second, she turned her phone around to show Emerie and the whole group.

The photo was of Nesta grinning big after coming home from the Antica Summer Olympic Games. She wore four gold medals, three from that summer and one from the previous summer Olympics at the Summer Court. Her arms were around Flame who seemed happy as he stood relaxed next to her. It was one of the few photos Feyre took of her when she came up to visit after she got back.

It shouldn’t have delighted Nesta as much as it did watching Emerie’s jaw drop looking at the photo.

“Holy fucking shit.”

The whole room gathered around the screen. Following with similar comments of Emerie’s.

“Well how the fuck am I going to top that now?” Emerie exclaimed. 

Nesta nudged her. “I’m sure you can think of something.”

Emerie smudged her lips as she thought for a second before speaking. “I haven’t lived in Windhaven my whole life, and I’ve always wanted to learn how to ride horses.”

Emerie and Nesta smiled at one another, knowing which one was the truth.

**

“So you’re really an Olympian?” Emerie asked as she and Nesta walked out of the building. 

Nesta shrugged. “It was a long time ago. I was twenty in that picture. I’ve aged nothing like fine wine in seven years since.”

She stopped as soon as the words slipped from her lips. Nesta winced as she mumbled what an idiot to herself.

“I’m not glass. I won’t break, trust me. Many have tried in the past, none have succeeded.” Emerie spoke up, looking back at Nesta.

“And you’re not either, you know.”

Nesta couldn’t stop the anger that drove out of her mouth. “How would you know? You don’t even know an eighth of my life; what my purpose here is.”

Emerie shrugged, resting her hands on her hips. “Because you’re here. No matter if it’s probation or not. You still could have ran, yet you came.. That counts.”

“How do you know I won’t run now?”

“I don’t, Nesta. All I can do is hope that I see you at the next meeting.”

“And that’s enough?”

When Emerie didn’t respond, Nesta’s guilt carved into her. She approached the woman as the sound of truck tires rolled to a stop nearby.

“Emerie, I’m…” Nesta sighed, the guilt anchoring her to the spot.

But Emerie waved her off. “Honestly I don’t have a good answer for you. At least not yet.” She pointed to Azriel’s truck. “Your ride is a Valyrian?”

Nesta raised an eyebrow. “You know Azriel?”

Emerie shook her hand in a so-so gesture. “Kinda. Everyone here knows pretty much everyone with it being a small town and all. I went to school with them for a brief time.” Her tone dipped, suddenly with sadness.

Before Nesta could ponder, Emerie continued. “I also live down the road from the House of Wind. I run the general store down the way. If you make a right out of the ranch and keep going down, you’ll find my place eventually.”

“What do you sell?” Nesta asked.

“All kinds of stuff. And before you ask, it’s a dry store. I’m not going to screw over my process by selling what I’ve been addicted to.”

The horn of Azriel’s truck blared as Nesta went to speak. She rolled her eyes before glaring at Azriel. He sat there unbothered, his hand hovering over the horn. Emerie chuckled. “They’ve never been the best at patience from what I remember.”

“You can say that again.” Nesta mumbled.

The Windhaven native placed a hand on Nesta’s shoulder. “I’ll see you around, Archeron!”

She spun in the other direction heading to the parking lot. For some reason as Nesta walked over to the truck and got inside, she felt different. 

The truck started to move, leaving the lot. She looked out the window in the sea of darkness as they made their way out to the road. The radio was playing so low that Nesta could barely make out what was being sung. Deep inside there was an urge to blast the music, to see what he listens to, see if she could change it at all. But Nesta looked away from the radio, not wanting to try it.

Her gaze traveled to Azriel as he drove.

“Are you not going to bomb me with questions?” Nesta asked, raising an eyebrow.

Azriel was silent for a moment, then he shrugged. “You stayed, you made a friend. Your business is your business.”

Nesta blinked, having to adjust that Azriel was choosing not to ask her everything and anything. 

At her previous experiences, her sisters, other patients, random therapists would try to dig deep into her to ask anything like it was a Q&A session. How was it? When are you going next? How can I help? It’s a long road ahead, but you’ll get there. Nesta shook her head, reliving for a moment what Elain had mentioned to her when she was in her last rehab. She would not think about her right now. Nesta took a breath, her gaze going back to the window.

Eventually that same feeling she felt earlier, when she was with Emerie, returned. She glanced down at her hands, unknowing what to do next. Because the feeling of lightness was so rare in her life now, she grasped it, never wanting to let go.

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[shina913]

Nothing | KSJ

Pairing: KSJ x Fem!Reader

Rating: 🔞M; NSFW

Genre: Established relationship; slice of life; fluff; smut

Warnings: dilf!Seokjin; cussing; fingering; quickie unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; creampie; soft-fluffy aftercare in the end.

Word count: 956 words

Summary: You can’t get laid while on vacation with your kids…or can you?

A/N: Believe it or not, this started off soft LMAO but...Idk what happened 🤡 Anyway, it's a random "missing Jin hours" night for me. And yayy I finally got to use this photo of Jin 😅 This is also unbeta’d so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors 😬

It was a holiday weekend and your kids were finally out of school. You and Seokjin booked a little staycation to kick off your summer.

You can’t get laid while on vacation with your kids. It was a thought you both knew all too well. Still, you had to commend him for making an effort.

He went all out and booked a junior suite with an actual door that separates the bedroom from the sitting room. Your hotel room also came with a large couch that had a queen-sized sofa bed where the kids could sleep. He hoped that with the resort's family-friendly amenities, the kids would be thoroughly entertained and effectively drained of all their energy so they could sleep early, leaving some much-needed alone time for the both of you.

However, just as the kids were exhausted, you and Seokjin were too tired as well.

The following morning, you check your phone and see that it's just after 6 AM—Seokjin is still fast asleep. You slowly make your way to the door, quietly open it, and discover that both children are also sound asleep. Suddenly, you get an idea.

You smile to yourself, gently close the door, and lock it to ensure that you have some uninterrupted time. Then, you crawl back into bed and nudge Seokjin awake.

He opens his sleepy eyes to find you staring at him, your smile with a hint of mischief.

"Good morning," he mumbles mid-yawn and rubs his eyes.

"Hi. Want to have sex before the kids wake up?" you ask without hesitation.

It takes him a few beats to realize what you’re asking him. "Are you serious?" He frowns.

Your face falls; it wasn't the reaction you expected. "Oh--"

"What do you think?" he asks sarcastically. "When have I ever told you, 'No, I have a headache or my back hurts. It's too hot out or too cold. The kids wore me out today; My mom is sick; Diane is going through a divorce; My foot hurts, my hair hurts,'" he grumbles comically.

Sure, some of it is true, but you can't help but laugh at his ability to find humor in it.

"Baby, I don't need to be seduced. You’re my wife! All you've got to say is 'wanna fuck?'" he says at the end of his tirade.

You look at him pointedly and ask, "Okay, so...wanna fuck?"

He stares at you blankly for a second then rolls his eyes. "Yes, of course!" he says enthusiastically.

You suppress a giggle but fail as you watch him frantically push his boxers down and kicks them off. "Oh-oh…right now, huh?" You burst into laughter at his eagerness and take it as a cue to undress.

He begins to slide under the covers, parting your legs slightly so he could eat you out, but grab his shoulder to stop him.

“We don’t have time for that,” you caution him. “Besides, I’m already wet.”

He smirks playfully, sliding his fingers between your folds to double check. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pumps his fingers in and out of your entrance, taking a few moments to tease your clit.

“Jiiin…come onnn, please. Before Yuna starts banging on the door.” You could feel it in your bones. Every time you started fooling around at home, thinking your kids were sound asleep in their rooms, they would prove you wrong. Suddenly, you'd hear a little voice on the other side of the door, asking why it was locked. You could swear they had spider-senses or something.

“I just wanted a little taste,” he says before withdrawing his fingers to bring it up to his mouth to lick them clean.

Watching him drag his tongue to lap up your arousal turns you on to the point of no return. “Jin!” You whine, reminding him that you had a very small window of opportunity.

“Okay, okay,” he says gently before shifting his body to slot himself between your legs. “Ready for me?”

You nod and he braces himself. He sees you inhale sharply, and slides his length into your slick heat at the same time. As you exhale, the contact brings a different kind of high that electrifies you to the core.

You rock your hips to meet each thrust from him. Looking into your eyes, he tells you how beautiful you look and the way you're coming apart underneath him makes his cock harder. You pull his neck to bring his mouth down to yours, muffling your moans. He's hitting you exactly where you need him to.

Not a minute later, your back arches off the mattress as he swallows your orgasmic groans. He pounds into you, desperate to chase his own high. He buries his face into your shoulder as he empties himself into you.

You take a few seconds to nuzzle into each other, appreciating these rare but quiet moments where you can reconnect. It's a reminder that even though you have two children that take front and center nearly every waking day, your relationship will always take precedence.

"I don't hear them yet. Want to go get cleaned up first? I can go after you," he offers.

"Yeah," you answer, then give him a quick peck on the lips. You wince a little when he pulls out. You swiftly roll out of bed and dash into the bathroom for a shower.

After cleaning up, he pulls his boxers on and quietly unlocks the door, and leaves it ajar as if nothing happened. Just as he turns around to make the bed, your two children come barreling into the bedroom.

You laugh in the midst of rinsing off as you overhear them on the other side of the bathroom door, demanding breakfast.

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[otakugurl-11037]

A Quick Female!Y/N x Vampire Thingy I Made.

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Ey, before you read, there's biting, close proximity, mentions of violence, and blood. There's also some teasing too, but nothing too serious. Happy reading! (This is my first writing post, let's go!)

Over 900 words.

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The side of the mattress sunk down, awakening me from my slumber. I open my eyes to see him, leaning over me, one knee in the bed we would be sharing. His long blonde hair acted like a curtain as his unnaturally red eyes just pierced into my soul.

“You…” he grumbled before taking a sharp inhale. He’s undead, so I’m not sure where that oxygen is going.

“Go back to sleep.”

I quickly nod and turn to the side, closing my eyes as well. For a while, nothing happens. 

Is he…waiting for me to fall asleep?

Unsurprisingly, having a pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of my head isn’t helping me sleep at all. In fact, it’s just making me nervous.

I’m about to turn back to tell him to quit staring at me, then in a shocking revelation, he embraced me from behind, his leg resting atop mine and his lips are approximal to the back of my neck.

“Hey-”

“I told you to go back to sleep, didn’t I?”

“It’s not like I can, with how close you are,” I snap back.

He sighs, already annoyed.

“We’re in a twin-sized bed, little girl. How on Earth am I supposed to not be close to you?”

“Fair point.” 

I chose to not bring up the fact that he’s spooning me, as I like the slight warmth his body gives off. Somehow, unlike the others, he doesn’t have a cold body. Maybe he sits around the furnace all day to replicate human warmth.

He suddenly moves forward, snarling a little bit. I felt his fangs graze my throat before going back.

“God, why do you smell so good? I hate it.”

“Can you not think about eating me right now??”

“That’s difficult to do, little girl,” he growled. “It’s like starving a human then telling him to turn away from the feast that’s been prepared right in front of him.”

“Or maybe you could try drinking from the blood pouches we’ve prepped before we got here!”

“I don’t want those subpar blood pouches. Besides, I shouldn’t drink those if I even wanted to, those are for emergencies, remember?”

Right, I told him that those were for dire situations…

“Fine, go ahead. Drink up. But don’t mess up the sheets, I like these.”

He pivoted his leg and moved backwards, taking me with him. As soon as I blink, he’s on top, his hands securing my wrists to the bed. I look up at him and his glow-in-the-dark bloodthirsty eyes.

“I’ll try not to. But no promises,” he said in a semiwhisper before he leaned down to feel my neck with his lips.

Everytime he did that, it made me jolt cause it tickled a bit. I try to hold still so he won’t yell at me, though. His fangs pierced my throat--ironically, his fangs were as cold as icicles in Alaska. As the stinging sensation of the bite intensifies, I began to hear him swallow my essence as if it were a fine wine that he brewed himself. Imagining him working in a winery helped me distract myself from the slight pain his bite brought.

As quick as he started, he released his hold and sat up. Some of my blood ended up slightly below his lip and without breaking eye contact, he licked it away. My face rose in heat for whatever ungodly reason and I look away, finding solace in the moonlight seeping through the window in the other room.

He grabbed my chin and redirected my gaze to him.

“Why are you blushing?” His eyebrow went up as he questioned me.

OH GOD NO.

“You-you remember when you told me that people who get bitten are prone to feeling a strange warm feeling once the vampire withdraws? That’s what’s going on, now I’ll go back to sleep like you asked,” I said quickly, trying to dodge the situation.

I try to lay back, but his hold tightened, forcing me to stay in that position.

“Yes, while it is true that humans might feel warm after a vampire bite, they typically don’t turn into a tomato with the outrageous blush on your face.” A smirk appears on his face, which is completely foreign to me. I never once saw him smile or experience any sort of joy. I mean, except when he’s drinking his enemies dry.

“Little girl,” he said deviously, as if he’s plotting something with this newfound information. “Tell me why are you blushing this instant.”

“I plead the fifth,” I said, looking toward the moonlight once more.

“Little girl…” he repeats as if he’s about to scold a child. “I will torment you if you don’t tell me, so I suggest that you tell me.”

I figure that I shouldn’t test a vampire who used to extort people for information, so with a nervous breath, I open my mouth and…

“Okay, fine…! I kinda liked seeing that licking motion you did, are you happy now?”

He laughs, throwing his head back in amusement. Even his laugh is filled to the brim with superiority.

“Oh,” he giggled, looking back down at me. “How I love discovering your weaknesses. I thought you would’ve been more stubborn, considering that I wanted to know something so utterly embarrassing.”

He lies back down, bringing me in for a cuddle.

“But yes, I’m happy now, little girl. Now go back to sleep.”

(～￣▽￣)～ You made it to the end, yay!

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: Baby health, withdrawal, c-section

Since 3 days, my Baby was not really well. I was sure he got withdrawal. But the Doc, who examined him, told me, my Son was fine. Still, his diagnosis was unclear to me? The meds I took during pregnancy, can cause withdrawal in Babies, but its unlikely. That’s why the doctor didn’t really take my son’s symptoms seriously, at least that was my feeling. 😟

Today my Mom was with us, as every day actually. It was already late in the evening. My Mom was holding my Son. Totally worried, she asked me to look at him!! At first, I did not notice anything. He was sleeping. But then, I saw it too! Every 3-5 seconds, my Baby twitched briefly.☹️😭 We took him over to the nurses. One of them also recognized the rhythmic twitches. She immediately called a pediatrician.

My Mom had to leave the examination room. The Doc said he was going to take blood from my Baby’s heel. I should try to calm him down. I was in total panic, but somehow worked, as my tears ran down my face on my son. My Baby screamed in agony, he was terrified. The needle hurt him. I felt like I was losing the ground under my feet.😭 After the doc drew enough blood, he started yelling at the nurses in the examination room.

Doc: Can someone please get the mother out of here! 😠 She’s crying! Take care of her! I can’t work like this!! 🤯😠

Nurse: But-... I have to wait for the lab’s response.

Doc: I get the results here on my screen! Now put the boy on the examination table. And the mother has to get out, please.... NOW!!

That Doc lliterally kicked me out of the examination room. I stumbled crying, at my Mom’s feet. I immediately hugged her, as she helped me up. My Mom was also crying. 😟

Mom: Everything will be fine! Don’t cry, A.! You’re shaking, try to calm down.

Me: Mom, I can’t do this anymore. I want to go home.😭

Mom: I won’t leave you & Lucas alone. I’ll stay with you.

A few minutes later the nightmare seemed to be over, the pediatrician came back to my room with my Baby.

Doc: Good news! He's fine! There is no neurological serious condition. We have often seen and observed those kind of muscle twitches in c- section babies during their deep sleep phase. Sensitive Babies struggle with their new environment. That's why he's crying & screaming sm. He is overwhelmed and tense, but it's not serious. This passes after 1-3 months.

Me: But my Baby got withdrawal symptoms! And no one here wants to help me. He’s suffering! He needs help!

Doc: Yes, he is actually going through a mild withdrawal. There is a score that we determine in the Babies. Certain symptoms determine the score. If a Baby has a score of 11, a drug treatment is necessary. His score is ...um, 4 rn. And currently at the peak. So..... I see no need, to treat a healthy child with morphine. Your Baby's fine. I’m more concerned about you. Do you know what postpartum depression is?

Me: I just want to go home.

Doc (to my Mom): She is overly anxious and annoys the nurses every night, because her Baby screams. But that's normal! Babies cry!

Me: I know, but he’s suffering, he has diarrhea and pain.

Doc: Diarrhea is one of the harmless symptoms of withdrawal. But your Son's is feeding well. Atm, your Baby’s weight is still within the normal range, but I’m watching this! In two days, I’ll check it out again. If his weight is still okay, you can go home.

Me: Really?

Doc: Yes! But if I catch you outside with your Baby once more at night, you'll get in trouble.

Mom: What? She was outside with him at night? 🥶Aleksa?

Me: I was just on the terrace! I needed fresh air and Lucas enjoyed it too. The snow calmed him down. I didn’t know it was forbidden to go outside for me, I feel like a prisoner here!

Doc: I thought you were in danger. We're on the 14th floor! You shouldn’t be standing there with your Baby in the dark. And in winter, terrace entrances are basically closed to patients!

I think this doctor thought I wanted to hurt myself and my Baby, when he found me crying on that terrace in the middle of the night.😬 But I swear, I never meant to! I was just stressed and had to leave this prison for a moment. I didn’t know what to do anymore? My son was just crying. He suffered, he was in pain, and no one of that supid hospital staff, wanted to help me, or listen to me. This Doc now, has done his job right! He took the time to explain to me, how they treat and examine those... withdrawal symptoms. And he was right about the muscle twitches, too. In a few weeks it will be over. Seeing my Baby twitch today kind of traumatized me. And my Mom too. We were just relieved and grateful that it was nothing serious. And yes, my little one is very sensitive. We will have to learn to deal with that. it's gonna be tough!! 😞

Anyway, I hope I can leave this place soon. I felt like I was losing my mind here. Also I'll have to see Daniel, bcs of that name change.

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[museofthepyre]

do you know what everyones problem with elijah is? Im new to to fandom and im so genuinly confused as to why people seem to like think elijah is the worst (as in evil) character in the series. like i dont think people find him poorly written, they just, dont like him? which is fine yknow like who you like, but then people act like jedediah is a flawed but good character? which confused me a lot since I actually dislike jedediah more, as he just hurts in a more personal way it feels like. Elijah was sweeping Sydney in with promises of love that he hadnt gotten from jedediah, sydney only accepted that because of the way jedediah had been shunning him for years. It really bothers me that people forgive jedediah for his bad behavior, but then crucify elijah for behavior that while yes was very bad, had been hurting syndey way less for way shorter, and the only reason sydney was that vulnerable was because of jedidiah. Im asking because i am genuinly confused and I cant find anyone talking about the why of disliking elijah, i dont know if im missing something because of personal bias (jedidiahs mistakes that hurt sydney hit much closer to home than elijahs) sorry if this is a bit rambly, Im just very disenheartened to see so many people say they hate elijah when I just dont understand why, you dont need to answer this ask btw its mainly just curiousity

I think you kind of touched on the answer a bit already- imo it definitely comes down to what hits closer to home for any given listener. We all have unconscious biases. We all consume media through the lens of our own life experiences, and… ok ramble incoming

Elijah and Jedidiah both think/ behave in ways that are profoundly human, they represent very real concepts (see my whole Jedidiah= unhealthily distant, withdrawn and cold attachment style, and Elijah= unhealthily obsessive, suffocating and intense attachment style rant). These aren’t your typical innately evil villains, they’re just unhealthy people with warped ideas of love. That is an all too common thing to see irl. I think because of that… many of us can relate one or both of them to people we‘ve known in our own lives… alternatively, we can relate them to ourselves. I’ve heard some people say that Elijah’s actions hit a nerve because of past traumas with toxic relationships… aaand I’ve heard people say the exact same thing about Jedidiah! I think Elijah receives more scrutiny because his actions were… well they were actions. Visible, overt, right in front of you. You can point at them, pick a line from the transcript and say “that right there is bad”. Jedidiah’s wrongs often came in the form of neglect and abandonment, an absence of action, that’s so much harder to pinpoint. Maybe he’s slipping under people’s radars? Maybe more people see themselves in him and have a sense of understanding (which is valid, he embodies some very relatable neurodivergent struggles). Maybe it’s because he steps up and works on himself by the end and we don’t see that from Elijah (yet). Maybe people find Elijah “worse” because he reminds them of a more common negative experience, I’m not sure. One could speculate.

I’ll speak personally as an example of what I mean: I am wayyyyyyy more upset by Jedidiah’s actions. And that’s because of… you guessed it… my own personal experiences and how they influence my perception 🎉🎉🎉 I’ve got BPD, and I have an all consuming fear of abandonment. The idea of loving somebody and then having them suddenly withdraw, avoid you, and treat you coldly all the while providing NO EXPLAINATION WHATSOEVER… just leaving you to spiral and pick apart your own behaviours under a microscope, thinking you must be the problem— it’s a major trigger of mine. I’ve lived it!!! I grew up with it!!!!! It hits a huge sore spot for me and I admittedly struggle to overlook that sometimes when I see him.

Conversely, Elijah… I unfortunately connect with in a much deeper way. My own default attachment style is obsessive, intense, and often leaves me tunnel-visioned and unstable (…BPD), and he speaks a language I understand? If that makes sense. I see so much untreated, pre-awareness me in him. I know what it is to be involuntarily engulfed by an all-consuming obsession/ delusion. He doesn’t scare me, because I know what he’s made of- I see what’s beneath it all when I look in the mirror. Or at least that’s the lens through which I interpret him, I’m sure many disagree and yk what? Absolutely valid!!!!

There’s no one correct way to consume media, yada yada you get the idea, CHNT is unique because no character is intentionally malicious or evil (not counting Adam maybe… Lucille you’re on thin ice) and it’s fascinating how there’s such a dichotomy between the love and hate for these two. I may have swayed a bit off topic I just have many thoughts. I might come back with more later.

Ok rant over 🪱

[kittyofalltrades]

The Moon and The Sorcerer

Steven finally gets the courage to ask you out, in a rather unconventional way.

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader, Eventual Marc Spector x Reader, Jake Lockly x Reader

Word: 7219

Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (ILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Warnings: Show canon DID, PinV, Unprotected sex, Oral (M and F rec), Steven says a dirty word, caught looking at the booty

“I have DID,” Steven blurted out to you. 

You turned to look at him fully after the sudden confession, a confession that you had never expected out of him, at least not right now. Raising your eyebrow at him, he felt compelled to repeat himself. 

“I’m sorry, but I kind of already knew. I can see your souls,” you admit with a sheepish smile. 

You hadn’t meant to peek into his personal life but his hand shake had left you feeling a slight sense of deja vu. That’s when you’d peered at him and found the shadow of three souls lurking. You hadn’t remarked on it, because it wasn’t your place to, so you never mentioned it again. There’s also the possibility that he wasn’t even aware about the extra souls he carried. 

“Souls? More than one?” Steven asked in confusion. Wasn’t he just a splinter off of Marc? Why should he have his own soul?

“Three, to be exact,” you explained. “Did you not know?”

“Even though I- we have DID, I was still expecting only one soul,” Steven explained. He shouldn’t have been surprised after the events of the Duat, when Tawaret had to weigh both his and Marc’s hearts. 

Steven, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t do your best impression of Gus, Marc chided him. He could understand and accept the shock of finding out they had multiple souls but if he was going to ask this girl out, flapping his jaw wasn’t gonna work. 

Steven closed his mouth with a click and watched you shelve several more plushies before he tried again. 

“I like you. I have ever since I came back only to find out Donna had given you my job,” He started again. “You’re always so kind to me and never treat me differently, despite the rumors that Donna and JB spread. And! And you don’t think I’m strange when I ramble on about different topics and I like that about you. I’d like to take you on a date? Only if you want.”

You nodded at the mention of rumors, you’d heard about the destruction of the toilets and when you went to investigate, you discovered exactly what happened. But he didn’t seem dangerous, even after you played the echo of the attack over and over. At first he seemed scared, until he steeled himself to defend himself. Well, the second man had defended them. The glowing white eyes in the suit had shown that he was not ordinary, just like you, and you didn’t mind that at all. 

Shut up and give her a chance to answer, Marc groaned. At the rate Steven was going he was likely to talk over her answer. And Marc wasn’t sure he could fix this particular rejection if she said no.

Steven snapped his mouth shut and waited for an answer, anything. Just words instead of her nodding serenely at him. When a few more seconds passed Steven realised with a heavy heart that she was just being nice to him and was going to say no. 

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” he told her softly. “Just forget I asked.”

“What? No. I was going to say yes,” you tell him in surprise after the withdrawal of the offer. “I was just thinking about the other things you mentioned.”

“No, it's okay, really, you don’t have to be nice about it.”

“No! Steven, I really want to go out with you.”

You watched as Steven’s face blossomed into a bright happy smile in an instant. The smile lit up his features and made him look almost angelic, in direct contrast to the look of sadness he’d had just a moment ago.

“You sure? Tomorrow night, yeah? That way we can spend the day after together?” Steven suggested. 

You gave Steven a bright smile. “Sounds great!”

You studied the text exchange between you and Steven with a small frown. Since finding out you were a vegetarian, he’d wanted to go somewhere you liked, despite the possibility of not having many options for himself. You wanted to go to a place he liked so that he wouldn’t have to fuss with the menu. That led to a minor argument. He wanted to make things easier on you and you wanted to do the same. Neither of you wanted to give an inch until finally a text had come in saying that a vegan restaurant was perfect and sending you the address.

Steven glared at his phone looking at the text Marc had sent. He was trying to be a gentleman about the whole food thing, trying to take her to her favorite place but it just evolved into a small argument. A small argument that Marc had squashed by sending the address of a neutral restaurant with vegan and vegetarian options. He wasn’t mad about the back and forth, rather he was more upset that Marc had stepped in and interfered. But it needed to be done. 

When you arrived at the restaurant, you smoothed down your purple sundress, hoping it would keep you cool during this unseasonably warm night. Part of you also hoped that Steven would like it. You wanted to say you didn’t dress with him in mind but that felt too close to a lie for you. 

“Wow, you look beautiful, love,” Steven’s voice said, pulling you out of your thoughts about whether or not he’d like the dress. The admiration in his voice assured you that he did and it made your stomach flutter.

Steven was dressed nicer than you’d ever seen him, wearing a dark long sleeve dress shirt and a white tie, done in an Eldridge knot, notoriously hard but still beautiful. As he led you into the restaurant, you risked a glance down at his ass, noticing he kept his too-tight pants on. When you finally dragged your eyes away from his backside, you could have sworn his reflection smirked at you for a second, which was impossible since Steven was talking to the hostess. 

You glanced at his reflection one more time before turning your full attention back to the hostess and Steven. The hostess seemed charmed by Steven and vaguely amused by your presence with him, but she grabbed two of the menus and led you to a cozy candle lit table near the back of the restaurant. She gave Steven another small smile before sliding the menus onto the table and leaving.

You sat in the chair furthest away from the walkway and gave Steven a small smile. 

“I’m sorry about earlier, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t have to pick at the menu,” you told him in apology.

“It’s alright, love. I might have been a little stubborn,” Steven stated softly. “I just wanted to make sure our date was a good one, so you’d want to go out again.”

“Well that was a rubbish start,” you laughed. “But I think things can always go up from there.”

At the word rubbish, Steven sagged in his chair a little, but when you laughed he straightened up again. His sweet smile was quickly back in place and the little tension that hovered between the two of you disappeared. He was worried that he’d ruined things before they even got started. Maybe Marc’s intervention was just what was needed.

After placing your orders, you launched into discussion with Steven about Greek versus Egyptian Gods.

“Artemis was much kinder than what I’ve heard of Khonshu,” you told Steven with a smile.

“Khonshu does have a history of doing some very unsavory things,” Steven agreed. “But kind is subjective when it comes to the gods.”

You laughed at the discussion, you never expected the man that worked in the gift shop to sound so much like a tour guide.

“You sound like you know some good Khonshu stories,” you said with a smile on your face. 

Steven took that as permission to start telling all the myths of Khonshu, carefully leaving out the god’s recent exploits with Ammit. He did include the tale of the affair between Hathor and Khonshu, making you laugh. 

“Khonshu doesn’t seem like the type for love,” you pointed out between giggles.

“No, he doesn’t, eh? But when you are a god, you have to do something with your free time, and apparently messing with mortals only occupies so much time,” Steven answered with a grin. 

Steven you can't talk about mythology all night. It’s gonna get boring, Marc chided Steven. Besides, you don’t want to accidentally summon him here on your date. I don’t think ‘sorry Khonshu, I was telling this cute girl about your personal life’ is going to go well.

Marc’s words made Steven close his mouth with a click. He wasn’t surprised that Marc would think mythology was boring, but he’d expected you to stop him if he was carrying on too much. He dropped his eyes feeling a pang of hurt at the idea that you’d just let him carry on embarrassing himself. 

“What happened? You were just getting to the best part, you were just about to explain why Khonshu was eating the hearts,” you told him wondering what was going on in his head between one breath and the next.

“I– um he was eating them to gain the strengths of the owners,” Steven said softly. “I’m sorry, Marc told me I was being boring.”

“Marc?”

“He’s the host, he said I was boring you with the stories,” Steven said softly.

“I was enjoying the stories, I’ve never heard these before. Greek mythology is more my speed.”

You reached across the table and grasped his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. When his face brightened again you knew all would be well. You just hadn’t expected this Marc person to be whispering in his ear during your date, it was strange to you but not for him, apparently. You hoped Marc might keep his own counsel about what was boring after being assured that you had enjoyed the animated stories Steven had been telling you.

When the two steaming dishes of food arrived, you found yourselves tucking in with matching hums of delight at the taste. You hadn’t expected a restaurant that served both vegan and vegetarian food to be this delicious. You were pleasantly surprised and so was Steven. You worked through half your food, even trying each other’s plates, before Steven started talking again.

“So… you said you saw our souls? How? That's not really a normal thing to be able to do,” Steven wondered out loud. “Not that I’m saying you’re not normal!”

“I’m a sorcerer, just not an active one you could say. I stopped my study of magic for now,” you explained to him. “I used to train with some of the best but after the last Sorcerer Supreme died, I sort of quit.”

“Wow, that’s brilliant,” Steven gushed excitedly. “Can you give a demonstration? I mean you don’t have to, but I’d love it if you did.”

You reached for the bright purple napkin on the empty table next to you and gave it a quick shake. When you did it turned into a pure white moonflower. Once the small bloom sat in your hand you passed it to Steven.

“A moonflower for the gentlemen,” you told him with a smile. He took the bloom tentatively from your fingers, surprised to find that it was a real fragrant flower he held between his fingers. He looked at you in awe.

“Why this flower?”

“It’s the only night blooming one I could think of that most people might not have seen,” you replied happy with his reaction. “The last time I did that I got called a charlatan. But how could I have done that if I was?”

“I don’t know? That seems like a hard thing to fake,” Steven said while he fingered the petals. “Can you do it again without the napkin?”

With a flick of your wrist and a soft smile you summoned a pink Camellia blossom. He probably didn’t know the meaning behind the blossom that you passed him but he still accepted it with a happy smile. 

Steven, why did she give you a moon flower? I know not everything moon related has to do with Khonshu but really, a moon flower? Does she know we are Avatars or was the flower just a fluke? Marc demanded, this date was leaving him with questions he didn’t know and he needed answers. 

Steven tried to listen to the story that you were telling about the time your teacher forced your astral form out of your physical form but Marc was distracting him. It was hard to listen to both and he was afraid he was going to ruin the evening by being inattentive. Thankfully, the waitress came over with complimentary ice cream.

“Vanilla almond milk ice cream for the small magic show,” she’d said with a smile at you.

“Oh thank you,” you said with a laugh as your cheeks heated. You had thought your small show of power might have gone unnoticed, but it hadn’t and Steven was beaming at you proudly as he dug into the frozen treat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so flashy.”

“It’s bloody brilliant is what it was,” Steven told you brightly. “I’ve never seen magic like this before.”

We are literally the avatars of a god.

“Thanks,” you busied yourself in your ice cream not talking again until the bill was paid and Steven was pulling you out of the building. 

“Tonight out with you was amazing, I’d like to do it again sometime,” Steven told you while he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. The squeeze sent butterflies through you at how easily he touched you.

“I don’t want tonight to end,” you confessed softly. 

Steven glanced around the street trying to regain his bearings. They weren’t that far from his flat, maybe she could spend a few more hours with him. “We could keep the night going. My flat isn’t too far from here, maybe come for a coffee, yeah?”

You’ve basically invited her back to the apartment for sex, Marc pointed out snidely. 

Your cheeks flamed at the offer. The invitation was delivered innocently enough but you weren’t completely sure. Before you could ask, his cheeks glowed red as well and he started to stammer. What you could make out of his hasty words was a mixture of apology and misunderstanding.

Steven hadn’t been trying to imply he wanted to get you home for sex. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Well sex crossed his mind, quite frequently sometimes, but not this time. This time, he really just wanted to spend time with you. And what was he going to do? He was a virgin, the only person he’d ever made cum was himself, with the help of porn, his imagination or his hand. He couldn’t just bring a woman home and then disappoint her so badly that she never spoke to him again.

STEVEN! Shut up and calm down! She didn’t shut you down immediately, you still have a shot. Just don’t blow it by making it seem like you don’t want her to come over by babbling. Now kiss her, that’ll tell you where you’re at, Marc coached from the restaurant window reflection. 

Steven stopped his stammered apology and took a deep breath. He reached out and angled your face upward to his, your eyes widened slightly at his actions but he pushed through the nervousness. “Can I kiss you?” he asked in a husky whisper.

Your tongue darted out to moisten your lips before you answer his inquiry. “Yes please,” you answered just as softly.

The first kiss was a gentle brush of lips, what you’d expect from Steven. But it didn’t last, as a moment later he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush with his body working his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you like he was desperate for oxygen and you were the source. He licked into your mouth tasting the remains of the ice cream and it made him desperate for more. You pulled away from him for air and he gave a small whine as chased your lips with his.

“Your flat Steven, how far?” you asked, desperate to have his hands and lips on you again.

Steven released you and took your hand, gently leading you on the five minute walk back to his flat. The walk was short but by the time he buzzed the two of you into his building, he was breathing heavily. He pulled you in the lift, standing near him, while he was tapping his foot, impatient for the slow moving compartment. You squeezed his hand reassuringly again and he gave you a small smile.

Once the lift arrived, he aggressively jabbed the button for his floor and turned to you. Once the doors shut, he was on you again, all lips and hands. The slow moving lift gave him time to knead your breasts eagerly with his hands and to tweak your hardened nipples through the thin fabric. You fisted your hands in his curls, causing him to moan harshly and thrust his hips against yours. You marveled at the size of his cock and he thrust against you again.

Steven get out of the elevator, you can’t fuck your girl here.

Steven pulls you out of the lift with his lips still firmly attached to yours. He found his door with his lips never leaving yours, drawing fevered moans as his hands wavered between your ass and your tits. Each tweak of your nipples set you on fire while you stood pressed between him and his door, feeling the cool metal of the number digging into your back. 

Steven you need to get her inside you can’t fuck her against the door either, Marc told Steven who was lost in the kisses and the woman in front of him. After another minute, Marc snatched control to at least get them inside.

The desperate kisses paused while Marc worked his keys out of his pocket and into the door spilling you into the flat. Letting Steven front again, his lips lingered on yours for a few soft kisses before he pulled away fully with shame covering his features.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” you asked Steven with concern. He was perfectly fine just a minute ago. “We can stop if you want to. Just watch a movie or actually have that coffee.”

“No! I don’t want to stop,” Steven practically shouted. “It’s just–it’s embarrassing.”

“You can tell me, I promise I won’t judge.”

“I’m a virgin,” Steven mumbled to his shoes.

Steven looked down ashamed for the first time that he was a virgin. Usually, it didn’t bother him but now that he had a beautiful woman that wanted him and had expectations of him, he wasn’t sure he could meet them.

“Everybody has a first time. If you want, we can stop here." You didn't want to press him to do anything he didn't want to do but you couldn't deny that you were extremely aroused.

"No, no. I want to. Please, love," he pleaded with you, his cheeks heated and tears pricked at his eyes at the idea of her saying no. 

Steven’s blood had completely drained from his brain and was pooling in his throbbing cock while you pushed him onto the sofa and straddled him. He didn't know where to put his hands for fear of doing something wrong. 

You made quick work of undoing his pants and freeing his cock from its cloth prison. You marveled at just how large his cock was, wondering if you’d even be able to take all of him, climbing off his lap and kneeling between his legs. 

“This is gonna be fun,” you assured him, licking from the base of his cock to the tip.

Steven’s brain flat lined as you licked up his cock. He gripped the sofa arm to steady himself while gasping at the pleasurable sensation as his body let out a small shudder. He tried to count to ten to reign himself in while you ran your tongue over his cock and around the tip. He was worried that he was going to cum too quickly and disappoint you. You placed a quick kiss on the head of his cock before working it into your mouth. Once his cock hit the back of your throat, you pulled off slowly and leaned back. You laughed when you saw Steven gripping the sofa arm with white knuckles.

“Relax, you're in good hands." you kissed the head of his cock, hoping for him to relax a little before you took him back in your mouth. 

The wet cavern of your mouth felt incredible and Steven's grip only tightened.

“Fuckin' hell," he groaned. 

He couldn't stop the small bucking of his hips as you took him deeper into your mouth, and he felt bad when you gagged around him, though his cock twitched at the sound. 

You pulled his cock from your mouth with a small pop. “Relax, darling.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want it to be over too quickly,” he told you, loosening his grip on the sofa arm slightly.

"I don't expect you to keep it together," she told him while she slowly stroked him. He sounded  beautiful and completely wrecked, whimpering and moaning under your skilled touch.

Even your hand felt incredible, just any contact in general was perfect to him.  You licked the pre-cum from his tip and took him back into your mouth. You bobbed up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you worked. Steven’s occasional hip thrust that made you gag left you smiling around his cock, some spit dribbling out around your curved lips. You were surprised that he'd held out from cumming this long when you'd pulled out every trick to push him over the edge. You bobbed your head on his cock faster trying to make him cum.

"Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel," you ordered between licks.

He'd barely been holding on but finally with your permission, he let go, cumming in your mouth with a loud cry. This was so much better than when he touched himself. Steven was shaking a little as you worked him to overstimulation, still sucking him to make sure you didn’t miss a drop. Tears prickled his eyes while you sucked the soul out of him. 

“Well, how was that for your first blow job?” you asked Steven with a dazzling smile. You didn’t need an answer; you could see the answer written all over his face with the slightly dazed look he gave you. 

Steven leaned back on the sofa, breathing heavily as he came down from his high. His deflated cock sat between you two until he tucked himself back in. After his breathing returned to normal, he turned his attention to you, still kneeling between his legs, rubbing his thighs soothingly. 

“I want to make you feel good like you made me feel,” He told you, sounding close to tears at the idea of not pleasing you. 

“I can teach you or you can learn yourself,” you offered with a smile.

“I-I think I’d like to try, love. Only proper way to learn, yeah?” he said, offering you a smile.

Steven pulled you to your feet and toward his bed, not sure where to start until you gave him the whispered command. 

“Undress me.”

Steven swallowed thickly and turned you around by your shoulders, fumbling with the zipper of your dress, pushing the material to the floor. He pinched the clasp of your bra between two fingers and pushed it off your shoulders, as well. Steven’s hands ghosted over the bare skin of your back for a minute while he marveled at the softness of your skin. 

“Panties, too,” you told him.

“Uh–right, sorry love,” he stammered, embarrassed. He hooked his fingers in the lacy material and pushed them down going to his knees as he went. 

You kicked off your shoes and turned to face him. You looked down at him, his features contorted with need and desire, and smiled. You stepped backward, sitting yourself on the edge of his bed, spreading your legs for him. Steven inched forward on his knees closing the distance between you two.

“Touch me,” you pleaded with him.

“I–um I’m not sure how,” Steven said softly casting his eyes downward.

“You said you wanted to learn. It’s time to learn,” you told him softly.

Steven nodded and took a deep breath to steady himself. He started with running his hands up your calves and thighs noticing the way you shivered under his touch. Since you didn’t stop him he figured it was okay. And Marc was oddly quiet offering him no advice. He took a deep breath and pushed his hands forward, finally meeting at the junction between your legs. He looked up at your face for any indication of what he should do, finally dragging his fingers over your pussy.

The awkwardness of the motion dragged you out of the bliss that his touch on your thighs had brought and you looked at him in confusion. He repeated the motion dragging his fingers over your pussy almost like he was petting a cat. After the third awkward stroke, he finally looked up at you helplessly.

“This isn’t quite right, is it?” He asked softly while heat rose to his cheeks.

“Try again, baby, just two fingers this time?”

Steven nodded quickly and dragged two fingers over your pussy. He brushed his fingers over your clit drawing a pleased sigh from you, making him do it again, this time with a smirk on lips. He ran his fingers from your clit downward across your wet folds. He was surprised at your slick coating his fingers and pulled his hand away holding them up to the light to examine them.

“You’re so wet… that’s good, yeah?” He questioned. He pressed his fingers together then apart, smiling at the string of arousal that connected them. 

“Very good,” You told him while you watched him. When he guided his fingers to his mouth you almost moaned out loud, he looked so innocent and so sexy sucking your juices off his fingers. It was hard for you to be patient when he went and did that.

The taste of you exploded in his mouth and distracted Steven for a few moments until your whine of his name caught his attention. The look of desperation on your face had his hand between your legs again in an instant. He dragged his fingers through your folds again, this time searching for your entrance and pushing one finger in and working it slowly in and out of your wet heat. 

“More, please,” you whine at him. You angled your hips toward him in invitation and to get more of his touch where you needed it the most. His touch wove a trail of blistering heat though you and you were going to embrace every second of it while you could.

“You need my fingers in your pretty little cunt?” He asked softly.

You whipped your head down to look at him, shocked at the filthy word he’d just uttered. “You wanna run that by me again?”

Steven gave you a wide grin then. “I said ‘do you need my fingers in your pretty little cunt?’.”

Steven slipped a second finger into you then and punctuated each word with a thrust of his fingers. The sounds that dragged from your throat had his cock twitching against the pants he still wore. He wasn’t sure where the confidence in his words came from but your frantic nodding spurred him on. He kept working his fingers into you until your hand dropped between your legs circling your sensitive clit. He watched for a minute before pushing your hand away, making you whimper softly. Steven focused his attention on your clit, licking and sucking on the small bundle of nerves while you moaned and trembled against him.

When Steven curled his fingers into you, the gooey spot at your core, you came with a loud moan and closed your legs around his head keeping him in place. He didn’t seem to mind as he kept sucking your clit through every wave of your orgasm and didn’t stop. He worked you to a second orgasm with ease before he finally stopped, letting you slump backward against his bed. 

“Fucking fuck,” you whimpered completely out of breath.

“So I take it I did alright, love?” He asked, suddenly shy.

You took his face in your hands and dragged him up your body to kiss him. You hummed against his mouth at the taste of yourself. You’d never been eaten out that thoroughly before let alone by somebody claiming to be a virgin. You wondered briefly for a second if he’d be able to continue after his blow job, but his cock pressing between your legs told you otherwise.

“Steven, I want you to fuck me,” you told him, point blank, when you pulled away from his lips.

“Are you sure, love? I— I don’t want to disappoint you by uh –you know,” he told you, visibly shrinking into himself. 

“Cumming too soon? You didn’t when I gave you the blowjob,” you pointed out softly. “And even if you do, you can find other ways to make me finish. I’m not expecting a marathon for your first time.”

Steven nodded his agreement with the terms but made no move to climb off you to undress. You smoothed your hands through his mess curls and over his back before grabbing his ass. You gave a firm squeeze and moaned when his hips arched forward pressing his cock into you.

“You’re wearing too much,” you told him softly. “I wanna see you.”

Your words spurred Steven into motion, undressing quickly. You pulled your lip between your teeth as every inch of golden skin was revealed to your eyes. You let your eyes linger on the sight of his cock hanging hard and heavy between his legs. When Steven started to squirm under your lust filled gaze, you scooted backwards on the bed and spread your legs wider.

“Come fuck me, Steven.”

He must have died and gone to heaven. Steven let out a tortured sound at your words, but climbed up the bed anyway, lining up with your entrance. He paused to look at you before slowly pushing inside. He was a whimpering mess just at the feeling of your pussy walls hugging his cock perfectly. You watched Steven’s face as he worked his cock into you slowly,  moaning as you felt him go deeper.

“You feel good inside me,” you told him gently. “Faster, please.”

Steven grunted in compliance, he had reached a point where he was certain he wouldn’t cum too early. He started a faster pace, gripping your hips hard. He was desperate for praise, to hear how good of a job he was doing. You lifted your hips to meet Steven’s harsh strokes. You could feel your orgasm building quickly again, like a tightly coiled spring ready to snap. You pulled his face down to you kissing him hard.

“So good for me, Steven, good boy,” you murmured against his lips. “Gonna cum.”

Steven had been teetering on the edge of his second orgasm but didn’t  want to have to slow down and ruin yours or not make you cum again. Although the praise did almost make him cum again, Steven reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit to help get you off quicker, as he wasn’t sure he could hold his orgasm back much longer.

You arched into his touch, every profanity you knew mixed with Steven’s name fell from your lips as you were pushed over the edge again. You dimly realised he was probably close, too, and pulled his face down crushing your lips against his in a desperate kiss. When he felt you clench around him, Steven couldn't hold back anymore and was cumming with you and all he could do was moan into your lips as he filled you with ropes of hot cum. The orgasm was powerful enough to take his breath away and once both of you were spent, he collapsed beside you, trying to get his breath back. A huge grin spread across his face, knowing his first time had gone incredibly well and with someone so caring.

You rolled into Steven throwing your arm and a leg over him. “That was incredible. Are you sure that was your first time?” 

“Pretty sure. I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you,” Steven whispered, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he laid a hand on your waist. 

“Baby, if that’s how you fuck during your first time and things only get better from here, I don’t think you’ll ever disappoint me,” you told him with a laugh.

Steven thought about it for a few seconds and agreed. There was only going up from here, he couldn’t wait to get a chance to explore your body more thoroughly. His cock twitched weakly at the idea, making you lift your head to look at him. 

“No fucking way you’re almost ready to go again,” you said in disbelief. The fact that he’d been able to go after the blow job surprised you, but the fact that he had a semi under your leg made your jaw drop.

“I’d apologise but I don’t think I’m in charge of little Steven,” he laughed, giving you another kiss. 

You laughed again and pulled yourself tight to him holding him close. You’d been imagining this moment for months, the beautiful, shy gift shop assistant. It had taken you weeks to convince Donna to put you on shift with him permanently. 

“Why’d you wanna be around Stevie he’s not right in the head. Wrecked the toilets and still ends up with his job back,” Donna had sneered. “Fine, since nobody else wants the bloody shift, but don’t come crying to me when he goes all weird on you.”

That very next day you’d started shifts with Steven. Since then, you’d been waiting for him to ask you out. You’d brought him his favorite vegan snacks, even surprising him with a pack of oreos that he didn’t know were vegan. 

“You look like you’re thinking hard, love, what’s wrong?” Steven asked softly.

“Just thinking about the day I brought you oreos.”

“You know I’d been having a rubbish day before that, and you presented me with the package telling me they were vegan,” He sighed happily. “I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest.”

You smiled sweetly at his memory. “I remembered you mentioned missing them.”

“You know Marc teased me for days.”

“He didn’t,” You said aghast. 

“He bloody did. Said that if you kept being sweet and I didn’t make a move he’d ask you out himself and then you could be his sweet girlfriend.”

You laughed again, curiously thinking about what you would have done if Marc had been the one to ask you out. Probably wondered where Steven got the confidence. You lay in bed cuddling him until your stomach growled loudly, alerting you that dinner had been ages ago and you’d just worked off all those calories.

“Shower and snacks?” Steven offered sweetly. He didn’t want to let you go but he knew you would probably feel uncomfortable, with both your spend leaking out of you. 

“Probably for the best.”

Steven untangled his limbs from yours and helped you off the bed. He led you to his small bathroom and heated the water for you. “As much as I’d like to join you, I don't think we’d both fit.”

Steven left you to shower and started gathering snacks, set up a movie, deciding on The Mummy because it was one of his favorites. Once everything was ready, he grabbed a towel and your clothes to return to the bathroom.

Give her your shirt. She’d appreciate that more than her clothes, Marc offered helpfully. 

“And where the bloody hell have you been?” Steven hissed softly. 

I was out. Did you really want me intruding on you having sex for the first time?

“No, but I could have used some help at one point,” Steven confessed, while he turned the shirt he’d been wearing right-side out.

You did well. I'm proud of you. I never doubted you for a second, Marc said happily. And you couldn’t have lost your virginity to a prettier girl.

Steven rolled his eyes and returned to the bathroom with the towel and his shirt. When you pulled the shower curtain back, his words died in his throat as he watched the water droplets slide down your body, following a path he’d very much like to take with his tongue. 

“Steven?” you asked, pulling his attention up to your face.

“Sorry, love, got distracted.”

“I can tell,” You said with a smug laugh. You pulled the towel out of his hand and wrapped it around you. You dragged your eyes over his still naked body leisurely before meeting his eyes again. “I completely understand.”

Steven had the grace to blush before he stepped around you into the shower. After you pulled on his shirt you spotted the movie playing and the snacks laid out on the coffee table, including a pack of oreos, and it made your heart warm. Since things had gone so well, oreos might just be your thing now. You settled in and restarted the movie when you heard the water turn off. Steven left the bathroom with his curls in damp disarray and wearing a pair of loose pajama pants.

“You didn’t have to start it over, I’ve seen this film more times than I can count,” he told you with a goofy expression. “I can recite the whole movie, word for word. It irritates Marc.”

You shrugged and patted the seat next to you. When he sat next to you, you settled against him with a happy sigh. True to his word, he recited all of Rick’s parts in your ear. You had to admit Rick O’Connell was sexy, but when Steven said all the heroic lines it made you melt into a puddle. When Rick and Evie kissed, he tipped your face up to his own, kissing you thoroughly. The kiss sent a flutter to your heart and made you realise that you liked this man a lot more than you’d originally thought. Before you knew it the movie was over, and Steven was pulling away from your lips to yawn into his palm. 

“Bed?” He asked around his hand. 

“Bed.” You agreed. 

What you hadn’t expected when he stood up was for him to hoist you up in his arms and carry you to his bed in the single sexiest move you’d ever seen. You knew he was strong, with the way he manhandled pallets during inventory, but feeling the strength in his arms as he carried you was something else entirely. 

Once you were settled in, Steven climbed in after you with a soft smile. He pressed a kiss to your lips and pulled you to his body holding you tight. Within minutes, you were both asleep. So deeply asleep that you missed the moonbeam spread over you both like it was watching. 

You woke to the bright sun shining into Steven’s window. You patted the bed, surprised to find the space next to you empty, but Steven couldn’t have ditched you right? This was his flat. You padded back to the living room, still dressed in his dress shirt from last night and found him in the kitchen. He was dressed unlike you’d seen him before, dishing out breakfast onto plates. He turned to you with a wide smile and you immediately could tell that the aura around him was completely different than the one Steven had.

“Sorry, I know you meant to spend the day with Steven but I figured we should talk,” the American accent made you stop on your way over to the plates.

“Marc?” You asked, tentatively.

“Marc Spector, at your service,” he said before gesturing at the plated food. “I got you breakfast, vegetarian means no meat, right?”

You sat at the table and looked at the spread. Fruit, a scone, and clotted cream graced your plate, while his held turkey bacon, eggs and pancakes. The different food confirmed that this was not your Steven, but you were willing to hear out the man that sat before you. 

“What did you want to talk about?” You asked while you smeared cream on your scone.

“You, Steven and myself. I know things went well last night. I’d rather not be dragged around like a voyeur watching from the outside while you and Steven get close, so I figured maybe we can feel out our compatibility as well?” Marc finished on a high note, posing it as a question without beating around the bush.

Marc wasn’t usually this open with people but with Steven’s encouragement, he wanted to make this work. It sucked, especially since she was looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

“You want to woo me as well? Is that what I’m hearing? What does Steven think?” you asked before setting down your scone.

Tell her I think the idea isn’t without merit, that way you aren’t alone and she doesn’t have to worry about the shared body ‘cheating’ on her, Steven explained.

“Steven has a lot of thoughts but he doesn’t think it’s a bad idea, if you’re willing,” he offered. 

You thought about it for a minute while Marc ate his breakfast. What was the worst that could happen? Famous last words, you thought to yourself. 

 

“Okay, but you have to genuinely try with me, you can’t just act like you already have me just because Steven might,” You told him firmly. “You have to actually ask questions and get to know me.”

Marc smiled at you widely; he was glad you agreed to this, strange as it was. He was going to do his damnedest to win you over and keep you for himself and Steven. They’d been alone long enough. 

Once you finished your breakfast, you grabbed your clothes and pulled your sling ring out of your pocket. Feeling equipped, you summoned a portal into your living room. The ring of gold sparks seemed like a bad idea with all of Steven’s books but if any ended up damaged you could repair them. You stepped through and gestured for Marc to follow with a smile.

“Can you wait here for a bit while I change?” you asked the speechless man. You knew the portal was the ultimate display of your power, further proving you weren’t a charlatan. 

Marc dropped onto the sofa while you flounced away to change somewhat shocked. He’d still believed the magic was sleight of hand, but this was undoubtedly not that. “You couldn’t have fallen for a nice normal girl, Steven? You had to pick the one with powers?”

I regret nothing, Steven countered.

Part 2

[dreambender96]

Took You a While

Aesop Sharp x professor!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, angst, fluff, MDNI

Summary: Aesop Sharp is bad at expressing his feelings and students can be little pricks.

A/N: This is my first fic ever, so please be gentle with me 🥺

As the leaves fall off the trees surrounding Hogwarts and the grounds, I find myself thinking back fondly on my time as a professor so far. My five years at Hogwarts as the Muggle Studies Professor have been immensely enjoyable. I have learned as much from the students as they have from me. The importance of knowing how to interact with muggles and understanding their technology could help prevent mishaps in the future. Over the years I have developed a comfortable relationship with the grumpy potion’s professor. Many lunches and after class tea dates between the two of us have established his classroom as a place of comfort for me. He always has a cup of tea ready for me and smiles each day I walk into his room. Just thinking about it makes me blush. We have both spent many years studying muggle medicine in hopes of finding a cure for Aesop’s leg. Though we hadn’t made any progress, the two of us had only grown closer with each try.

The fall wind had begun picking up as I sat lost in thought, clearly distracted from finishing my lesson plans for the week. I heard a shuffle and looked up to see Aesop standing nonchalantly in the doorway.

“Good morning.” He says with a smile. “Do you have a minute? I need your thoughts on something I am working on.”

“Of course!” I returned his smile and put down my quill.

“Well, I’m working on a potion. It’s a love potion. It is supposed to make someone fall in love with the maker.”

“Isn’t that just Amortentia?” I stand up and walk over towards him, clearly confused as to why he would be making a new love potion.

“Not quite. This potion does not cause addiction or withdrawal symptoms like Amortentia. However, it is an extremely potent aphrodisiac.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “And how would you like me to help with this?”

“I was hoping you could test the effects of the potion on yourself. Just one sip will do.” Aesop says in a completely calm and nonchalant manner. My mouth drops open and I stare at him dumbfounded.

“That…That’s a little inappropriate, don’t you think?” My voice shakes a little as I speak. He pushes off the door frame and walks further into the room.

“Why wouldn’t you want to try the potion?”

“Because you just said It makes you fall in love with someone!” I shout unable to hide how shocked I am at having this conversation.

“Well, what if I drank it?” He frowns at me.

“Wouldn’t you just fall in love with yourself?” I let out a loud sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Aesop, if you wanted to ask me out on a date, you could have just asked.” I giggle at his flustered expression. I can’t believe I just said that.

“Well, I didn’t know if you thought of me like that.” He shuffled uncomfortably and I wondered where all his normal confidence went today, this didn’t seem like normal Aesop.

“You seem awfully forward today.” I question him hoping he will tell me it’s a joke or have a good explanation.

“I am feeling pretty excited right now. The potion really does make me feel alive.” I gasped at him.

“You took it already?”

“No! I mean yes, but not that much, it is still brewing.”

“Damn it, Sharp!” I grabbed his arm and dragged him out of my office and towards his classroom. “Why would try a new potion alone without knowing what could happen?” His behavior is concerning me, he isn’t being careful at all and certainly not acting like himself.

He mumbles at me like a child begin punished. “Oh, don’t get mad at me. The potion made me forget everything except how much I like you.” My cheeks heat up and turn red and I do my best to hide my face from him as we enter his classroom and I start looking around for something to stop the potion.

“No, you don’t. You’re just saying that because you drank that stupid potion.” I huffed at him over my shoulder.

“You’re wrong. This isn’t just the potion. We’ve been friends for years and I know what I want.” I turn harshly to face him and speak in a stern tone.

“Aesop Sharp, if you really care for me then you will confess your feelings without a love potion.”

“But I can’t help myself, I do care for you. If we spend some more time together…maybe, we could fall in love.” His voice is steady, but it just doesn’t sound like him. I shake my head and drag him into his small office and sit him down in his chair.

“How long do the effects of the potion last?”

“About an hour or so.” He says staring up at me like a lovesick student.” I groan.

“And when did you take the potion?”

“About 15 minutes ago.”

“Alright, then you’re going to stay there for the next hour, and I’ll be back to let you out.” I slam the door to his office and lock it. My heart is racing, and my mind is going crazy. Does he really feel that way? I suppose I have been feeling that way for a few years now. I shake my and tidy up the room. No, it’s just the stupid potion, I’m sure once he’s clear headed he’ll explain all of this. I continue to fumble around his classroom looking at his notes, waiting for an hour to pass. I hear the clock tower chime and let out a sigh. I walk over to his office door and open it up. Aesop walks out of his office past me like nothing even happened.

“So, are you feeling any better?” I ask gently.

“Yes. Thank you for being patient with me. I suppose there could have been better ways to tell you how I feel.” He says, turning to face me. I gasp, feeling a little overwhelmed.

“Do you remember everything you said to me?” His face turns a light shade of pink.

“Yes, I remember everything I said. I’m sorry if I came off too strong.” He starts walking towards me reaching out to grab my hands in his. My face lights up with heat again and I take a step back.

“Oh! I… I didn’t know you felt so strongly about me.”

“Why would you think otherwise?” He chuckles.

“Because you don’t show your emotions well, Aesop.”

“Maybe I should change that” he says letting out another chuckle. I enjoy the sound, but it doesn’t feel right, something is still off about him. I start to feel suddenly very hot and overwhelmed with emotions.

“I think I need some time to think this over.” I rush out of his classroom and back to my desk, leaving Aesop standing there with a silly smile on his face. I started to pace around my office. This isn’t him. Maybe it’s the lingering affects of the potion? He hardly laughs. My thoughts are racing when I hear a knock at my door.

“Can I come in.” It’s Aesop, of course its Aesop.

“When I said I needed some time, I didn’t mean five minutes.” I shout at him through the door when he casually opens it and walks inside. I shoot him a glare. He chuckles again.

“I’m sorry I just can’t help myself with you.” He chuckles and walks towards me.

“What in Merlin’s name has gotten into you today?”

He shrugs and sits at my desk, on my chair. “I’m just being honest.”

“There has to be a spell on you or something, this is not how you act!”

“Maybe there is.” He smiles at me mischievously. “I wouldn’t tell you about it now, would I?” My mouth falls open again.

“Who have you interacted with today?” I start interrogating him and he blushes at my aggression.

“I answered some students questions earlier today, they were working on homework.”

“Who!” I give him my best teachers glare, treating him like a child.

“Just some six years.” He mumbles.

“And they didn’t cast anything? Mumble any spells?”

“No!” He stands up quickly not even wincing in pain at his leg, which certainly informs me he is under a spell.

“Take me to them, right now.” He grumbles and starts walking towards the transfiguration courtyard. Mumbling under his breath the entire time about how it’s no big deal and I’m overreacting. We reach a group of students whispering and giggling to each other as they see Sharp enter the courtyard. I stomp towards then.

“Are you students that spoke with Professor Sharp today?”

“Yes. Is something wrong?” They ask innocently but the young man who spoke had a slight quiver in his voice.

“Did you cast a love charm on him?” I say, my stare uncompromising. They share nervous glances and one of them speaks up.

“No. No of course not.”

“I will give you ten seconds to tell me the truth or I am taking all of you to the headmaster’s office right now.” They look at each other nervously as I start to count down from ten. I hit eight and they all started talking at once telling me what happened. I listen intently and shake my head.

“Of all the stupid things to do. Keep your pranks to yourselves or next time I will have all of you expelled!” They gasped in shock and started pleading with me. “Remove the charm right now.” The young redhead mumbles under his breath and walks over to Sharp, releasing the love charm he placed on him. Sharp takes a moment to collect his thoughts and then looks down at the student. His brown eyes are filled with fury.

“All of you leave now, I will discuss your punishment later.” They scramble away as fast as they can as I slowly walk over to Sharp.

“Please tell me you are feeling like yourself again.” He grumbles and nods.

“Would you…I mean…do you need some time to think?” I ask uncomfortably and I feel myself blushing again.

“No. I don’t want to go through all this again. I’d like to discuss this with you now.” His eyes lock with mine and there is so much emotion locked up in them. Embarrassment, fear, and longing. I gave him a nod and we walked back inside the castle. He heads towards the faculty tower and towards his chambers. We typically have our teatime in front of his fireplace, enjoying a little gossip about students. I walk into his room, the feeling in the air is much different than our normal carefree meetings here. I head towards my normal chair and plop down into it. He walks up towards the fire and stands next to me, putting his hand on the back of my chair.

“Why didn’t you tell me how you felt…” I ask shyly, staring into the flames wishing they would swallow me whole.

“It was embarrassing and shameful.” He speaks coldly.

“Shameful?” I asked in shock. He feels shame about caring for me. That’s so cruel. I started to feel angry and turned to look at him.

“That’s part of it, however there were other reasons too.” I try to hold back my anger at his comments and listen to what he says.

“I’m a crippled old man, Y/N. I can hardly walk without proper assistant and pain potions. I can offer you no future outside of Hogwarts, you deserve better than me.” I cut him off by standing up and staring directly into his eyes, our faces are awfully close together.

“Aesop, we have been friends for years, when have I ever complained about your limp?” I put my hands on my hips to emphasize my point. His eyes dart from the fire to my hips and then into my eyes. There is more longing in them now than fear. Why can’t he just accept that someone can love him, that I love him.

“Please don’t think badly of me…” I can’t help a tear that runs down my face as I’m overwhelmed with my emotions. He reaches up to wipe it away. I grab onto his arm, gripping his sleeve harshly.

I grab onto his arm, gripping his sleeve harshly. “I’ve loved you for years, but you kept pushing me away.”

He grabs both of my hands in his and whispers, “I’m sorry.”.

I look down at our hands and gently pull mine away. “I think I need some time alone.” I walk out of his room and gently close the door behind me. Aesop watches me walk out of the room but doesn’t say a word. I spent the entire night thinking about what he said and trying to figure out my feelings. Why did he wait so long to tell me! Every year there was a new excuse, a new reason to avoid his feelings. I ask myself so many questions about the situation that I eventually fall asleep. The next week passes quickly, and I avoid Aesop as much as possible. I just was not ready to face this situation. When Friday rolls around and I have successfully avoided seeing him, I pack up my things ready to spend my weekend alone. I place the last book in my bag and hear his familiar shuffle. I look up to see him standing once again in my doorway.

“Do you want to talk?” he asks gently.

I leaned back against my desk and put my bag on the floor. “I guess.”

He takes a couple steps forward, testing the water.

“So, how was your weekend?” He asks, looking at the ground between us.

I stared up at him and raised my eyebrows. “You’re going to ask me about my weekend?”

“Yes...” he says quietly, taking a few more steps towards me.

“It was alright, I had a lot to think about.” I say staring at the ground, wanting to avoid this conversation. He doesn’t say anything as he takes a few more steps, ending up right in front of me. I can feel his stare on the top of my head.

“What did you think about?”

“You.” I whisper.

“I can’t stop think about you either.” He whispers back.

I don’t speak. I just continue to stare down at the floor.

“Look at me please.” He breathes out. His voice is thick with fear and need. I slowly look up and catch his gaze.

“I love you.” I gasped at him and pushed myself off the desk. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs my waist. He pulls me even closer to him and leans down to whisper in my ear.

“I’ve never felt this way before.” He pulls back and stares down at me. I trace one of my fingers gently over his scar, and cup his cheek.

“I love you too.” A smile creeps onto his lips and he squeezes my hips ever so gently.

“You’re so beautiful.” I giggle at him, “Oh just kiss me already.” He leans down and captures my lips in a gentle but passionate kiss. I can feel all the pent up emotions, all the years of hidden feelings. He’s not just giving me a kiss; he’s fully conquering my lips. Clearly desperate to make up for lost time. I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, returning the kiss with as much passion as I can. He wraps his arms around my waist pressing me harshly against his body. I reach down to grab my wand and flick my wrist, closing the door to my classroom. He pulls back for air, smiling down at me. I chuckle at him and take in how he looks. His hair is a mess, and his lips are red and swollen from our kissing. He chuckles softly and moves his head towards my neck, starting to leave a trail of kisses towards my collarbone. I whimper and start to feel myself heating up, his kisses going directly to my core. He starts caressing my hips and moving his hands down my thighs, slowly bunching up my skirts. I tremble under his movements, and he recaptures my lips, biting at them gently and sliding his tongue into my mouth. I moan into his mouth loudly as he pushes me back up against my desk. He pulls away slightly and whispers, “I don’t think we should continue this here.” He smirks at me, knowing damn well I am now all hot and bothered. I grab his collar and breathe out my command “then take me to your chambers.” He growls and pulls me forward.

We walk through the halls quickly and as nonchalantly as possible. Thank Merlin, it was Friday night, and all the students were out doing who knows what. We make it to his chambers and hurry into the room. The second the door is closed his in on me again, crushing his lips into mine and backing me up towards his bedroom. By the time I come up for air my knees are hitting the bed and he grabs my waist lowering me down gently. I giggle and he crawls up the bed on top of me, looking like a predator about to eat his prey. He gives me a mischievous smile and attacks my neck with his mouth, biting and sucking, leaving all kinds of marks that I know I will have to cover up tomorrow. I tangle my hands in his hair and he grinds his hips against me. I hum in bliss and tug against his shirt. He chuckles and releases my neck, leaning back so he can take off his layers of clothing.

After an excruciatingly long time we are both finally shed of our clothing and seeing each other bare for the first time. I can’t help but blush and squirm under his intense stare.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says in the sweetest tone that nearly melts my heart. I’m blushing profusely taking in his compliment when he suddenly growls and yanks my legs apart. I yelp and look down at him, as he pulls me to the edge of the bed and kneels down in front of my soaking slit. He holds my thighs in a tight grip and starts kissing them, his beard leaving little scratches against my skin. He continues all the way up towards where I’m dying for him to place his mouth. He gets closer and closer and suddenly stops. Breathing hot puffs onto my aching pussy. I hear him chuckle, “you’re so wet for me already, my naughty little witch.” I whine and tangle my hands in his hair, trying to push him forward onto me. He chuckles some more kissing right next to my slit but ignoring it completely. I begin to whine and thrash. His hands on my thighs hold me still as he growls at me, “be still my little witch, or I won’t give you what you want.” I stop moving and bite my lip looking down at him, he is staring at me with his chocolate brown eyes, full of lust and hunger. His lips wrap around my sensitive nub, and he starts sucking and lapping at it. I throw my head back, moaning in pleasure.

He eats my pussy like he’s been starved for years. I am a moaning mess underneath him, and he slowly slides in two fingers. I gasp and let out the most obscene noises, feeling completely full. He starts to suck harder on my click and moves his fingers in a come hither motion, hitting the perfect spot.

“Let go, Y/N. Cum for me.” I lost control at his words and my orgasm hits me hard. I cum all over his face as he removes his fingers, licking up ever last drop. He smirks at me with his beard covered in my slick and crawls up towards me. He suffocates me in another passionate kiss as I feel his tip pressing against my entrance. I moaned into his mouth and pushed his chest back.

“Please, Aesop. I can’t take it anymore, I need you.” I beg. He chuckles and reaches down to line himself up and slowly pushes his cock into me, inch by inch. I grasp his arms and claw into his skin, feeling all of him enter me, stretching me to my max. He slides in easily because of his earlier work. He grabs my legs putting them over his shoulders and begins to pound into me mercilessly. He grunts loudly as I become a moaning puddle, melting into him. I feel so full, so completely in bliss and he thrusts harder and harder hitting the perfect spot every time. The room is filled with the sounds of our moaning and slopping wet noises. Aesop looks down and growls at me. I stared up at him, getting lost in the power of his eyes. “You’re mine.” He growls with a particularly pronounced thrust. I gasped and grabbed his neck, pulling him down towards me. I stare into his eyes and say seductively, “I’m yours”.

His thrusts start to become more erratic as he reaches down and rubs my clit, bringing me close to my climax as well. He grunts and growls into my ear “release for me my little witch, I want to feel you cum around my cock.” Once again, his words take me over the edge and I’m seeing stars. I feel him pound into me harder as my walls squeeze him into his own release. He groans and I feel him release his hot seed deep into me. He gives it a few more thrusts before stopping and resting his forehead against mine. I take a moment to recover from my shattering orgasm and he slowly pulls out of me and lays down on the bed next to me. He turns to face me with a cocky grin on his face. I chuckle and he pulls me to his side, caging me with his arms. I move to wrap my leg around his and feel his seed dripping out of me like water from a broken faucet. I shudder and he places kisses on my forehead.

We lay there in silence for a while as I traced my fingers gently over his chest. Aesop places gentle kisses on my cheek. “That feels nice.” He says in bliss. I giggle and look up at him, “I’m glad you confessed to me today.” He blushes, “well, I have been wanting to confess to you for a while now.” I scoff at him, “well you sure took your time.” He chuckles and holds me tighter, knowing now he will never have to let me go.

“You were worth the wait.”

[versegm]

What they don’t tell you about Chaldea is that once you get past the most obvious of bullshits (the literal apocalypse, whatever was happening during Christmas, the fucking Gudagudas,) you still end up with a large amount of very small bullshits that make absolutely no sense.

Case in point:

There is beer in the fridge.

Why is there beer in the fridge.

Goredolf’s first thought, is, naturally, that one of the servants must have made some. They’ve got so many servants here; it’s not that far-fetched to imagine that one of them might be into brewing their own stuff. He’s heard of at least one who makes her own wine (and has been throughoutly warned to never drink any of it.)

He picks up a bottle and examines it closer. The side of it reads Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster – guaranteed to get drunk even those with debuff immunity! There’s a pictogram of a skull with an ahoge beneath it.

Okay. So. This was, presumably, picked up in a store. This explains how it found its way here, except for one tiny little detail:

What fucking store the whole world was bleached???

And no, don’t bring up any of the other food they eat in Novum Chaldea. These are direct contributions from Beni-Enma (bless her heart; she may be indirectly responsible for one of the most stressful weeks of Goredolf’s life, but she’s also one of the most reasonable and normal servants around. Goredolf will take strong cooking opinions over whatever is going on with the knights of the Round Table any day of the week.)

Clearly, there is Servant Shenanigans afoot.

He could search for the owner of this bottle. They shouldn’t be drinking on duty anyways. And if they have access to intergalactic stores, they could bring back more than just beer. It would be in everyone’s best interests to identify them.

On the other hand: Servant Shenanigans. Goredolf prides himself in being a wise man (lies; he singlehandedly got Chaldea exterminated. He is a fool and an idiot and it’s a miracle that the crew hasn’t realized his uselessness already-) and that means acknowledging that anything servant-related is widely out of his depth. There is strength in withdrawing too. Yes; whatever this is can be dealt with by someone-

“If you leave the fridge open like this we’ll have a hell of a bill to pay.”

The sudden voice startles Goredolf in a calm, dignified way.

“Wow, you’re jumpy. No need to squeak, I’m not here to hurt you.” (For the record, it was not a squeak, it was a perfectly respectable and regular noise.) “Lemme just grab this.” A hand reaches out to take the beer off his palms, and-

Uh.

Goredolf. Isn’t really sure what he’s looking at?

The servant is a woman in a swimsuit. A pretty one, even, (not that it’s relevant) whose blue scarf and tight suit really emphasize her- (we said this is not relevant.) She’s also wearing,

Uh

High boots?

And a helmet?

A strange and complex set of armor over her arms and legs.

Wait, no. Upon closer inspections, these seem closer to some sort of robotic suit.

This is. Certainly a confusing outfit.

Ignorant (or uncaring) of Goredolf’s plight, the servant tears off the bottlecap and takes a swing at the beer. “Now that hits the spot.” She sighs, pleased.

“… Aren’t you a cop?” Goredolf asks, and yes, he’s aware this is a stupid question, but give him a break, how is he even supposed to react here. He’s not even sure she’s a cop. He’s read the servant files ages ago and this particular one was absolutely incomprehensible.

“Not since you guys hired me I’m not.” She takes another swing, eyeing Goredolf with a pleased expression. “Besides, the casters can debuff cleanse me if an emergency comes up, it’s fine.”

This doesn’t really sound fine, but again, servant shenanigans, not his lane. Goredolf has no claims speaking up when he believes to know better (for instance, when the Master goes off to do something stupidly dangerous and reckless again for the love of god why is no one alarmed by their blatant desensitization to danger this is not normal this is not healthy what the fuck) but for things like this he supposes he should leave it to those heroes of- holy shit her armor just vanished.

A blue jacket materializes over the servant’s shoulders, hiding a grand total of 2% of her skin. The sight strikes him dumb for a couple seconds.

“And you are?” She’s leaning on the counter as she asks, which is not helping Goredolf focus. Come on boy, what are you, some horny teenager?? You see half-naked heroes at the cafeteria every day! Get a grip!!

“Ah, have you not heard of me? I’m Goredolf Musik, Chaldea’s Director! I’m responsible for every major operation here.” He replies, puffing up his chest. And then, because some unfortunate altercations with the Celtic heroes made him realize that was a very vague title to most servants: “I also make desserts on my free time.”

The woman perks up at that second part, which, ouch. It’s good to be known for something. He supposes. “Oh! You’re the pastry guy? These are soo good, I’ve heard the others mention a new chief on the staff, I didn’t know that was you.”

The compliment is a balm on his bruised ego at least. “Well, yes. Not to brag, but I believe my croissants rival most bakeries.”

The woman nods eagerly. Oh, sweet sweet validation. Then, for some reason, she steps closer to him. “You know, Director, I have a favor to ask.”

Flattery would never work on Goredolf (but it did, it did, this fox got him good-) flattery would never work on Goredolf, but it would be rude to not at least hear her out, especially when she calls him by his proper title. “What kind?”

“Well, the Master has been bringing me to battle a lot recently. I’m the go-to when it comes to dealing with berserkers, you understand.” She sighs, putting her beer on the counter. “It’s exhausting. The mana we get from Chaldea is enough to fight, but I was wondering… is there any way for me to get a little extra?”

That seems like a reasonable request. Not one Goredolf thinks he can fulfil, though. “I’ll ask my technical advisors about it. I’m sure something can be done-”

Slender fingers cup his chin. They’re warm, Goredolf registers dimly, train of thought utterly forgotten. Like burning stars. Like an echo of summer.

“I was thinking of something else.” The servants says with a smile.

…

“Oh.”