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antiodote · 2 years

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Hi ve please write something involving Harry’s hands. We need more Harry hand appreciation on here I think. Thank you!

hands of gold (18+)

“fuck, harry, you’re insane”

you tried to keep your moans to a minimum as harry was all over you, the thin walls of the bathroom stall doing nothing to help you.

“what, so you get to stare at me all night but i don’t get to have a taste? i don’t think so, angel”

you and harry had gone out for the night, something that you didn’t do often. truthfully, you and harry weren’t really the kinds of people to go clubbing, but since his friend just opened up a new club and had a grand opening to celebrate, neither of you really had it in you to say no.

so, you both threw on your most appropriate outfits and came with the intention of having a good time. that quickly proved to be a difficult task, though. for you, at least.

harry looked ridiculously good in all of his outfits. tonight, however, he looked delicious and you weren’t the only one to notice, unfortunately. clad in a casual, all black suit with trousers that fit his ass like a dream your mouth couldn’t help but water. his shirt that was only buttoned less than half way did nothing to quench your thirst, as well. in all honesty, you knew you’d have trouble behaving the moment you stepped out of the house with him.

as soon as you arrived at the club, people were all over him. his friends offered him drinks, women gave him pretty eyes and one guy even ruthlessly asked him for a fuck in one of the bathroom stalls, even with you standing right next to him. the normal reaction would be to get a little pissed, right? well, for you, that wasn’t the case. if anything, it only made you want him more. the worst part? he was well aware, therefore basking in the attention.

at some point you needed something to drown out the nasty thoughts in your mind, just until you got home, at least. so, you made your way to the bar, having lost harry a long time ago. as you sat down on one of the barstools, your phone was the first thing your hands found as a way to distract your mind but within minutes, an ice cold moscow mule appeared in front of you. confused, your eyes shoot upwards, ready to object, until you were stopped in your tracks when your boyfriends eyes immediately found your own. your boyfriend, who was standing behind the bar.

“hope it’s to your taste, princess” he shot you a wink that made you weak in the knees.

“what on earth are you doing behind the bar?”

his brows furrow. “that’s not what you say when your boyfriend makes you a drink, darling”

ah, right. it was that kind of night.

“i’m sorry, thank you.” you reply, clearly still confused.

in an instant, his face softens and his playfulness is on full display. “you’re welcome, baby”

you take a sip of your drink which, of course, was divine. it angered you how absolutely talented he was at everything he attempted.

“so? you’re playing bartender for the night, or?” you ask, wanting nothing more than to drown the entire glass with how he was staring at you.

“oh, tim had too much to drink and passed out somewhere in the back so i’m filling in until the other guy gets here.”

“oh, okay.”

in all honesty, you were hardly paying attention to what he was saying, as your eyes were glued on one thing in particular.

his hands. polishing a glass with a tea towel.

you’ve always been obsessed with his hands, ever since you first started dating. and not just because of what they were capable of, no, but also because they were just so damn pretty to look at.

the way his freshly manicured nails looked, the way his fingers were long and slender, the way they were huge and strong and how his rings made them look like something out of an art gallery. truly, everything about them was pure perfection and it turned you on to no end.

and harry was well aware.

“see something you like, honey?”

you snapped out of your thoughts and were met with his knowing gaze. he always knew what he did to you and you honestly didn’t have it in you to deny it. you still shake your head though, not wanting him to know just how much power he had over you.

“oh, really? because if i didn’t know any better you were checking out my hands just now, weren’t you?”

your eye contact never faltered as he spoke, and when you reply, “and what if i was?”, you wanted him to know that you were ready to play tonight. “it’s not like you’d do anything about it.”

harry’s smirk was evil. he wanted this, maybe even more than you did. he eyed you up and down, just as much as you did, all night. your teeny tiny dress did nothing to hide your figure in any way and harry’s mind had been running wild ever since you first put it on. he made a promise to himself to rip it off as soon as he got the chance. and as harry saw the second bartender walk up to the bar, he realised his chance came sooner than he expected.

“want me to do something about it, angel?”

you nod.

“words.”

“yes, please”

“good.”

thus, he walked around the bar and immediately up to you, ignoring how people were trying to chat him up. as soon as he stood next to you, he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you through the crowded club.

and now, here you were, with harry pressed up against you. his mouth explored your neck and your hands found purchase in his hair.

“what do you need, baby? let me give it to you.”

without missing a beat, you reply. “your hands, please”

“hmm” he moaned. “i love your manners, princess. makes me want to fuck you like you deserve.”

you moan in response, quickly putting your hand over your mouth to stifle your sounds. when his hands grabbed your ass and pulled your dress up, however, the task seemed to exponentially gain difficulty.

“god, your body drives me mad, angel. you’re unreal.”

harry’s praise made your brain go fuzzy in all the right ways. he knew just how to play with you and you loved it.

“harry, please. need your hands, your fingers. god!”

“hmm, you got it, love”

he removed your hand to kiss you feverishly, making sure to hike your dress up further to gain access. his tongue roams your lips while his hands rip your underwear at its seams. your gasp was swallowed by his mouth, keeping your noise level to a minimum. he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet, so he took matters into his own hands.

with your hands now pinned above your head, he looks at you once again for confirmation that you wanted this. your blown out pupils told him that you did not want it, but you needed it.

then, he waited. and stared. and waited.

he was teasing you. and there was nothing you could do, except beg.

“harry, baby, please! need you so bad, you have no idea!” you whine, making harry’s cock stiffen in his trousers.

“what do you need, hmm?”

you swallowed your pride and gave him the only right answer.

“need your hands in my cunt. fuck me with your fingers, please!”

he looks at you in disarray. sometimes he couldn’t believe his luck.

“well, only because you asked so nicely, petal.”

all of a sudden, two of his fingers were in you, knuckles deep.

“oh, god, fuck!” you whine, loud enough for anyone to hear. to your surprise, harry didn’t seem to care or even be interested in making you quiet down. he enjoyed the show too much to make it stop. so, he continued.

his fingers moved expertly inside of you, in just the right way to make you come undone as quickly as possible. his skilled digits drilled inside of you and repeated a ‘come hither’ motion periodically, making you see stars. your g-spot immediately being stimulated, you felt overwhelmingly hot and horny. it shouldn’t take long for you to come like this.

your moans only got louder when he moved his thumb to graze your clit with a featherlight touch. his fingers spread your arousal like no tomorrow, making sure to get you nice and creamy for when he fucks his cock into you later. the copious amount of pressure in your lower belly made you throw your head back in pleasure, giving harry the perfect playground for love bites and bold licks of his tongue. he consumed all of your senses, and if he kept this up for much longer, you weren’t sure if your legs were going to give out or not.

“ah, harry! god, harry, harry, harry!”

“hmm, i know angel, i know.”

of course he knew. he knew how close you were, how desperately you needed him to make you cum. you just hoped you weren’t going to leave behind a mess that you’d have to clean up with ridiculously thin toilet paper.

when his fingers drilled into you more vigorously and his gaze didn’t leave yours again, you knew your orgasm was very, very close.

he saw it in the way your eyes were glossy and your gaze was cloudy. he knew he was going to make you cum and no matter how often he did it, it never failed to fuel his ego.

so, with a few more deep presses against your g-spot and flicks on your clit, the game was over.

“fuck, shit, agh! i’m gonna-“

“i know baby, cum f’me. come on.”

“ah, god, ahh!”

you held onto him for dear life, not trusting your legs to keep your bum off the nasty bathroom floor. he rode out your orgasm with you, fingers still deep inside of you, stimulating nerves you were never sure even existed. you kept getting hits of his cologne, deepening the pleasure in an ungodly form. and only when his hands, which were previously holding up your own, came up to your face to wipe away a few stray tears did you realise you were crying from the intensity of it all.

wordlessly, he looked at you for any signs of discomfort. when all you could offer was a facial expression of pure, unfiltered bliss and pleasure, he nodded and slowly removed his fingers from inside you. the emptiness made you feel cold, but only momentarily. the moment passed when harry, with no warning, brought his wet hand up to your mouth.

exchanging knowing glances you opened your mouth, ready to receive your treat. he slowly pushes his fingers inside your mouth, making sure to lay them flat on your tongue. out of muscle memory, you began licking and sucking them, properly cleaning them up. with your closed eyes you weren’t able to absorb the look of absolute pride and sheer arousal on his face, though you had a feeling he was enjoying this as much as you did.

about halfway through cleaning his fingers he pulled them out of your mouth. a pout almost made its way to your face but it stopped it in its tracks when suddenly, he began to suck the rest of your arousal from his own fingers, mimicking your previous actions. enamoured, you stare at him and the way his eyes rolled all the way back into his skull, not being able to wrap your head around how fucking attractive he was, especially right now.

the eye contact never falters, not before he is done cleaning his fingers. after a few more seconds he removes his fingers from his mouth, wiping the excess spit on his trousers. he then held your face with both of his hands and pulled you close for a deep, slow kiss. your head tipped back and you let him take the lead, enjoying the heady taste of your cum on both of your tongues. and when the kiss comes to an end, he removes his hands from you to get on his knees and pull your dress down. your underwear lands in the pocket of his blazer and you can do nothing but stare, even when he comes back up to stand on his feet.

his hands find your face again, a look of smug pride written all over his face. and when he lightly taps your right cheek with the palm of his hands, almost like he would pet a dog, you knew you had to go home and it had to be soon.

“atta girl. let’s go home, yeah?”

waaaay longer than anticipated but i got carried away lol enjoy !! thank you sm for requesting it <3

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killemwithkawaii · 1 year

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Hiya, Senpai! Love your blog, and your Goretober Event was so fun!!

I have an anonymous confession to make (although it's kinda just me complaining for a bit. You're one of the only ppl I feel I can whine to abt this. I hope this is okay!). So I am into stuffing as a kink, and the well of content for that in the Sally Face fandom is so darn dry! 😫 It doesn't help that I'm suuuuper picky abt it; I only really like it soft and in the realm of realism, so there has not been much content that checks those boxes for me. Ofc, the solution would be to make said content myself, but rn I'm too chicken. As someone who's not a chicken, have you still experienced such a lack of kink content in a fandom you want to see it for?

-🍿 (I'd like to be this anon if I ever come back to whine lol. I didn’t see popcorn on your anon list but please correct me if I'm wrong!)

>You are so sweet tysm!! 🥺💖 You have officially been added to the Anon Signoff Claim List, 🍿 anon! Welcome to the club! 🤗💖

>Right off the bat, I have to say you are so fucking Valid and I FEEEEL IT 😫😫😫 It's so hard when you have a more niche kink(s) and are also Very Picky about it, and looking for such content in a relatively small fandom can be so frustrating!! Unfortunately, in that situation, you might have to roll up your sleeves and create the smut you want to see in the world. That's what I've been doing for the last three years on this blog! I didn't see much in the way of Sal x reader fics when I got into Sally Face, let alone any fics that catered to my personal tastes, so I had to make them myself. As a result, I have created a place for the other deviants in the fandom to congregate and discuss such topics. I'm really proud of it, and I'm really happy you feel my blog is a space where you can do a little venting about your Thirst that has not been Quenched UwU

>My suggestions for you are: Write those fics and make that art!! You can make a side blog specifically for your spicy content if you'd like to keep it separate from your main. Who knows, maybe there are other people in the fandom that are into the same stuff, and they'll find your content and be inspired to contribute as well! :D Once you start, you'll gain confidence as you go (trust me, there are still some kinks I haven't discussed much on the blog that I'm working up the courage to and very slowly introducing, so don't feel bad about being shy and starting small!)

>If you're not quite ready to start making your own content, you can always submit imagines or make requests here! I'm happy to publish content and take requests for kinks that I'm not necessarily into, as long as they comply with my general writing rules. For example, I've written an imagine and taken a commission for tickling kink content, and honestly enjoyed being able to do so. It's an absolute joy for me to provide you thirsty bastards with the content you crave, and it's very interesting for me to explore kink from a psychological perspective and just learn about it in general!

However you decide to proceed, I hope you have fun with it, and I'm looking forward to hearing from you again ^^

#k.e.w.k. answers #🍿 anon #grapefruit #I love my kinky kouhai sm 🥺💖💖💖

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dndenny · 2 years

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Taste of Blood (A d&d short story)

I sometimes like writing short stories centered around my D&D characters. It’s silly and goofy, but it helps me 1. practice my writing skills, and 2. work through what my character is feeling. I did one recently for my Curse of Strahd character, This version of Strahd is set in a western version of Barovia, and has been so much fun. (Thanks @sabrina-romano-art for running it). We’re on hiatus right now, and I can’t stop thinking about my artificer Sophie Allinbright. A hexblood that was raised by Baba Lysaga, before she ran away to the town of Valaki. I wanted to try sharing it, and seeing what you all think! Do you do stuff like this for your characters especially during a hiatus! I want to know!!! Well here it is! A Taste of blood, a Sophie Allinbright story...

Sophie AllinBright is all too familiar with the taste of blood. She was spoon fed it as a child. The taste of iron filling her stomach and quenching her thirst. She bathed in it. She longed for it. She needed it.

Or so she was told. She was told a lot of things that were not true. She didn’t have to eat people. She didn’t have to kill innocents to protect the lord. She didn’t need to bathe in blood to be young. She was not born a hexblood. She was…something else before being taken away by Baba Lysaga. Sophie was twisted into some sort of servant for her. Sheltering her away from everyone that might tell her the truth of Barovia, and who she is.

Despite everything, Sophie hoped Baba would remember her. She did raise her. Despite raising her in the darkness of the lord. She thought a sliver of love might fill her eyes.

Laughable, yes. The woman who lied to her, her whole life, Sophie hoped she still cared for her.

Sophie AllinBright used to be simply The Grandaughter. Doted over by Baba Lysaga. The Grandmother. Grandmother taught her potion making, about the land of Barovia, and about their lord, Strahd Von Zarovich. He was the land, and it was her job to protect the land from outsiders. The Grandaughter wanted nothing but to please her Grandmother, which would please the Lord. That is all she wanted.

Sophie spits at that now. How naive she was. How naive she still is. A life filled with nothing but lies and betrayal. You think the moment she found out her whole life was a lie she would turn bitter. But no…the man who took her in, showed her kindness, and love. Real kindness and real love. He told her the truth, and did not talk down to her. He decided to teach her. Teach her everything he knew. Dr. Albert Allinbright. The first person to ever show Sophie what love is. The man she considered to be her father now, and he considered her to be his daughter.

And now he is as good as dead. Trapped in the dungeon of Ravenloft Manor. She wants to find him, she wants to rescue him, but if she is strong enough that is the real question. Sophie never thought she was particularly strong at all. She was clever, and quick, but freezes up at any sort of conflict, and trusts everyone she meets. She dreams of romance, and living happily ever after, with the man she loves.

Maxwell BlessedBranch. Someone she never thought would look her way twice, is now actually dating her. He is strong, and brave. But he is more than that. Each moment she spends with him, she finds the little things about him, the things he doesn’t let people see, to be the most wonderful. But he is protective, and although at times she doesn’t mind it, being carried in his big strong arms: she knows she can handle herself. She is learning to handle herself.

Trust can get you killed. Recklessness can get you hurt. Expectations can disappoint you. And hope is fragile. But if she gives up on it, no matter how tempting it might be. Then he wins. Strahd wins, and she cannot let that happen.

Sophie AllinBright knows the taste of blood well. It was all she knew for the first fifteen years of her life. But when she bursted into her old home, staring down Baba Lysaga. Her grandmother, she was not expecting the first blood she longed to spill to be hers. She stared Sophie dead in the eye, the child she raised from birth, the child she protected, the child she taught everything she knows, and said “Who are you?” Those three little words sent Sophie in a rage, and all she wanted was blood. Her blood splattered on the ground, by her hands. If Baba Lysaga did not remember what she did to Sophie, fine. Sophie would still inflict all of that pain on her and force her to remember.

Sophie is gentle, sweet, and kind. Sophie wants to heal, and invent cures for illnesses that normally spell death for a person. Sophie wants to bring medicine to Barovia. Sophie isn’t a killer, she’s a healer.

But the taste of blood does not go away. Not in Barovia. And now she senses something deep within her. The taste of blood has returned, but this time it will not be mindless. She plans on tasting the blood of every single person that has wronged her and the ones she loves. Sophie will not be helpless any longer.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #dnd #dnd character #curse of strahd #cos #strahd #strahd von zarovich #ravenloft #homebrew #dnd homebrew #d&d character #d&d 5e #d&d story #artificer #alchemist #d&d oc #barovia

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vquacki · 3 years

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Lip balm

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : hMmM very much extra writing on all of them, aLso had a mentalbreakdown chill run down my spine writing Ran’s (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞. Whiney reader for sanzu, ahehe. I hope you all enjoy this!

R I N D O U

Everything felt so hot, it was a blistering day in roppongi. All objects you touched felt like fire, even the motorcycle you leaned against scorched under the harsh sun's rays. It was a saturday evening, school wasn't in motion so here you were, sitting outside a convenience store, waiting for your boyfriend to exit the building.

You groaned in annoyance, your skin feeling like it was about to melt. Craving something cold to suppress the heat radiating from the sky.

“Y/N” Rindou called, a plastic bag in one hand as he pushed the glass doors open. Your irritated expression leaving as soon as you saw the water bottle sticking out from the bag.

Rindou chuckled, noticing your glistening eyes at the cold liquid.

“Babe, I'm here too, ya know?” Rindou teased as he handed you the bag. With a swift motion, you grabbed the plastic bottle. Popping the lid off, letting the fluid gush into your dried mouth.

“Fuck, that hit” you hummed, satisfied. Having your thirst quenched, you leaned back down against the bike, letting your head fall back to face the sun once again.

Rindou laughed, snatching the half emptied bottle from your hand, not hesitating to place his own lips where your saliva lingered.

You raised a brow, “you didn't buy another bottle?”.

“Why should I? When I can just share one with you.” He asked, his lazy eyes staring down at you.

Just the sight made your heart leap, you couldn't tell if he was trying to be playful with that stoic expression on his face.

You let out a forceful cough, covering your mouth with one hand as you awkwardly fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Hoping he wouldn't be able to see the pink dust that covered your cheeks. An amused breath could be heard from him as he gulped down the rest of the bottle.

These shy moments always appeared out of nowhere in between yours and a Rindou’s relationship, it was one of your favorite feelings. The fond reminder of how it was when you and him first started your relationship.

Your lips felt dry from the occurrence.

Not knowing what to do with your hands anymore, you let one reach into your bag. Pulling out a tube of cosmetic chapstick. With your other hand you dug through your bag once again, this time grabbing a small hand mirror.

You carefully traced the tube against your lips, not letting the paste get onto your skin. Your eyes focused on drawing not wanting it to get messy, but you could make out the figure beside you staring.

“You want some Rin?” you offered, closing the mirror and sliding it back into your handbag.

“Mhm” he nodded, his lips parted as his violet eyes scanned your face, stopping at your glistening lips.

“Here” you motion your hand to him, the small product sitting on your palm.

“Not that” Rindou gulped, his lips quivering. In instinct he licked the chapped surface, earning a confused look from you. You tilted your head, puzzled from his words.

“Your lips..” he mumbled his last word before he wrapped his hand around the nape of your neck, pulling you towards him. Crashing his lips against yours, his free hand swirling around your waist.

You stayed wide eyed for a second before relaxing into the kiss. The hand around your neck tightening as he furthered the kiss. A moment passed before he moved back, breathless but a smirk tucked on his face.

“Babe you smeared it everywhere!” you pouted at the male, pushing him away.

“Sorry, couldn't resist,” Rindou shrugged back.

R A N

The wind was blowing through your hair, letting the strands flow through the breeze everytime it passed. The blanket you sat on threatening to lift everytime the gust of wind passed by. Rustling noises could be heard above you from the tree shading you from the daylight.

“Open up doll” Ran beamed, holding a spoonful of delicious pastries to your face. Obviously very adamant on feeding you as if you were a baby waiting for ‘the airplanes coming~’.

You couldn't recall who planned this date, but it was apparent that Ran was enjoying himself, babying his precious doll like there was no tomorrow. Though you felt no embarrassment towards the action, letting the other bystanders at the park stare.

“Cmon baby, it's gonna fall” Ran hummed, scooching the spoon till it touched your lips.

Skeptical at first, not knowing whether he'd be a tease and pull the spoon away to feed himself. Seeing your indecisive face, he chuckled before scooting himself closer to your sitting figure.

Gently he grasped at your chin, holding it between his index and thumb. Gliding his thumb down, it guided your lips ajar. Letting the hole open just enough for a spoon to fit in.

“Eat up” he had a mischievous grin as he shoved the metal in your mouth, the base of the spoon grazing your bottom teeth. Letting the top of your teeth take care of the pastries your tongue didn't manage to scoop up.

Your groans of displeasure muffled by the baked goods forced in your mouth.

He smiled as he watched you chew on the treats, he was satisfied knowing his baby had eaten and had a spoonful of dessert for the day. Outstretching his arm, he reached inside your bag pulling out a handheld mirror.

“Now fix your makeup before people laugh at you” he joked, holding the mirror against his chest, allowing you to use both hands to do whatever you pleased.

“Hmph” you pouted, swallowing the remainder of the dessert.

“So annoying” you huffed under your breath but loud enough for the boy to hear as you dug into your bag. Ran couldn't help but laugh at your underhanded remark. Of course it was a playful comment, But seeing you in such a cute sulky state made his stomach twist and turn.

Turning your body back to face him, You pucker your lips, outlining the shape with your favorite chapstick before filling it in with the ointment.

Ran holds the mirror still, letting you apply your lip balm without getting interrupted by his playful antics. He watched in awe, everything was in slow motion for the love struck man. The way you concentrated on connecting the points followed by the way you leaned closer allowing yourself to see every crevice of your face.

Moving the mirror away from his chest, he leaned in, limiting the space between your two bodies.

“Can I get some?” he pointed at the lip balm.

“Yeah” You held it out, with a tiny motion he shakes his head.

“No” he leans in even closer,

“ Kiss me” before you could even follow up to his demand, he smashed his lips against yours.

The tube in your hand dropping to the rug, being long forgotten with the people who stared speechless.

S A N Z U

“Zu~” you whined, dropping your arms dramatically on the couch. Your phone that was barely keeping your attention prior to your whining, slipping out of your hand, falling to the carpeted floor.

It had been hours since the man had been working, not even sparing you a glance as you impatiently fiddled on his office couch. Desperately waiting for the man to get off work and spend some quality time with you.

“Im almost done, hun” Sanzu sighed, he also was equally as exhausted as you were. He wanted to spend time with you but Mikey specifically ordered him to track the cartel this time, not trusting the underlings since the last police break.

“Zuzu it's been hours” you cried out, swinging your legs repeatedly against the couch cushions. Throwing a tantrum like a toddler.

“Baby.” his voice stiff, your first warning already being spoken. His eyes still staring at the computer screen.

You huffed, zipping your mouth closed, crossing your arms against your chest. Looking at him before letting your eyes wander across his office. A shelf of books across the room from where you sat. Your bored stature sitting up, a slight wobble as your feet touched the ground from sitting for hours.

You waddle over to the case of books, sliding your fingers against the dusty spines poking from the shelf. Not knowing the blue eyes that trailed your figure, right after he gave his verbal warming he got a notification from mikey, saying the cartel should be fine now.

He sighed in relief, outstretching his arms letting the connecting bones crack. A relieved mumble escaping his lips.

“c'mere “ Sanze called, pointing at the desk.

Your eyes lighten as you heard your lover's voice throughout the once silented room, excitedly prancing over to the man. You're back to his desk covering his turned off computer screen, him sitting in front of you on his chair.

His lips were pressed in a thin line, head in his palm as he stared at you, admiring your cute thrilled expression. He wanted to act annoyed just to play with your little heart strings, but he couldn't. Not like this.

Your body was pushed onto his desk, swinging your legs back and forth happily with a wide smile plastered on your face.

“You're so cute” His stoic expression letting up, fading to a grin as he scooted the wheels to his chair closer to your sitting figure. Wrapping his arms around your waist. Settling himself in between your thighs, your legs resting on either side of him. He placed his head on your right thigh.

You grin cheekily,

“You missed me huh?,” you teased as you combed your fingers through his hot pink hair.

You could feel him nod, his hot breath brushing against your thighs.

“didn't seem like it earlier” you continued, wanting to further this playful notion. You stopped your hand in his hair, earring a groan from the man.

“I missed you so much” he lifted his head, his crystal eyes looking up to meet yours.

Oh how whiney Sanzu made you feel so dominant. Though it could never actually be that way, he may put up a facade to make it seem like he's all whiney, digging for your love and attention but deep down you both know.

“Yeah?” you tried hiding your grin behind a remorseful smile.

You peer around his desk, your eyes landing on a tube labeled chapstick sitting next to a cup of pens. Your hand grasping at the object, popping the lid off the small item.

Without even looking at a reflection, you smudged the cream across your lips. Letting the pink-ette watch you from his sitting position on your lap.

“Want some?” you asked, pointing the chapstick at him.

He nodded once more.

You reached your hand out to apply some on him, only for your wrist to be grabbed harshly. Earning a yelp from you, the tube dropping to the floor. A clanking sound as it rolled underneath the desk.

The other’s hand pulling you down to face him abruptly, until his face connected with your own. The paste in between the two of you smearing against each other's lips.

Minutes passed before you pulled away desperately, completely out of breath. Your lungs searching for air as your face bloomed a fresh shade of red.

“You're just so pretty like this Y/N” Sanzu smirked.

You were always hastily reminded of who the dominant one in the relationship was.

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thinkingimmensely · 3 years

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Like An Open Book X

Part 1 | Part 9 | Part 11

A/N: Hello everyone! We’re halfway through the first month of 2021 and here’s a new chapter for y’all! Comments are very much appreciated <3 I want to know what you guys think of the story so far, it also gives me motivation to write more really :D

This chapter is quite long, I didn’t want to cut it halfway through since it breaks the momentum thingy haha, I hope you guys don’t mind and enjoy it! <3

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Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from the Potterverse!

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Remus and James had jumped into the water creating a wave that hit you, Sirius, and Peter. The boys soon started a wrestling match, with James up on Remus’ shoulders while Sirius was up on Peter’s.

You laughed as you watched Sirius successfully topple James down, winning the first round of their little wrestling match.

It was the first time you were actually laughing out loud with people you considered as friends, you realized, and if you dwelled on the thought, you felt like crying out of the happiness that filled you right now.

Because you were someone to them, you finally found a place where you belonged… but, will they still have you even though you had the ability to know their every nook and cranny? You knowingly frowned, then wiped it off your features.

“I’m feeling a bit knackered, I’m going to rest for a while!” You called out to the boys and they replied with a chorus of okay’s and aright’s. You swam back to shore and got off the water with ease. You sat on the blanket Remus had spread out earlier and wrapped a towel around yourself; you were already beginning to dry, what with the sun harshly beating down on you.

You would’ve used a drying spell but then you already used that whip earlier and you wouldn’t want to try and press the Ministry’s buttons with using so much underage magic. Thank Merlin Legilimency couldn’t be detected then, since you’d no doubt be behind bars with the number of times you’ve used it outside of Hogwarts.

You sighed, you wondered what Lily was doing right now; you hoped she was having as much fun as you were. She had written to you a few days ago saying that although she still finds James and company (excluding Remus) quite irritating, she was really glad you were having a grand time. She had also attached a picture of herself with the Eiffel Tower behind her. Your thoughts soon drifted off to a certain Slytherin student; you considered him a friend who knew you as well as you knew him. You’ve been inside Severus Snape’s mind too many times that you could read him as easy as an open book, and you’ve seen his fascination with the dark arts and his inner struggle to try and change his views about this whole mess.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about him anymore; despite his gloomy and snarky attitude, he was good company, and a good student. You just wished your memories about the time Mulciber and the others attacked you came back, maybe then you’d understand why Severus was hellbent on ignoring you; and if only Severus stood still for a moment, you could just peek and get the answers yourself.

Your train of thought was soon cut short as the boys got out of water and were heading your way, big smiles on their faces as they chatted. You cast a smile their way as they came near enough, your thoughts about Severus and your lost memories tucked into the back of your mind for now.

“Hey Y/N, how do I look?” Sirius asked as he came into view by your doorway. You turned to look at him and chuckled as he twirled around for good measure. He adorned an all-Black attire, with his black shirt, skinny black jeans, combat boots and a leather jacket.

“Like you’re ready for a rock concert.” You commented. He flashed his white pearls at you and came inside the room as you were just finishing up your preparations, pocketing your wand in your hoodie, you turned back to Sirius just in time to catch his pushing his long hair back his shoulders, “Do you want me to tie your hair up? I figured it might be annoying if you leave it down later.”

“Good idea!” He chirped and sat down on a stool by the vanity dresser. You came up behind him and scooped his curls in your hands, taking time to do it as neatly at possible, and tied it up with an extra elastic band. Sirius admired himself in the mirror, “My, don’t I look dashing?” He said then stood up as you snorted.

“Like a masterpiece.”

“Darling, may I commend you on your keen eye on beauty?” The both of you broke out laughing and Sirius wrapped an arm around your shoulders and smiled down at you fondly, “Anyway, I’m here to pick you up, the others are already waiting downstairs, and may I add, are itching to go. So, shall we?” He dropped his hand off your shoulder and offered his arm instead.

You shook your head and found this all so silly, but you hooked your arm with his nonetheless. “We shall.” The both of you teetering on your way down, arms linked together. James gave you two a confused look when you came into view, but decided not to say anything. You moved away from Sirius when Remus came out of the kitchen, cookie in hand. “Quick snack before we go?”

Remus smiled at you, “There’s more in the kitchen, I see you eyeing my cookie. Get your own.”

You placed a hand on your chest at mock-hurt, “Ouch Rem, what ever happened to sharing?”

“This is Sirius’ fault no doubt,” Remus said, then turned to the gray-eyed boy, “look what your influence has done to her; she’s as sassy as you.”

“Oi, it’s time to go!” James called out from the doorway.

“Now you kids be careful!” Euphemia doted, “Always carry your wands with you.”

James nodded as the rest of you piled outside, “Don’t worry mum, we’ll be back at dawn!”

When your group arrived at the area where the concert was held, there was already a swarm of people out and about. Remus placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder as you guys braved the crowd. The five of you soon found a spot beside a trailer, Sirius already had a few girls chatting him up while Peter hung on to their every word. Remus and James kept you grounded with all the muggles around and their hearts on their sleeves. They distracted you with conversations and jokes that you didn’t even notice the time that passed until the concert was starting in a couple of minutes.

The swarm of people started gathering and despite Remus’ best efforts to at least provide you with some space to personal space, you found yourself struggling to breathe as strangers pressed upon you as they headed near the stage to get a better view.

“I’m gonna go buy something to drink!” Sirius informed you guys over the cheers of the crowd as the band took to the stage.

Your ears were ringing and you grabbed Sirius by the sleeves of his jacket, “I’ll come with!” You shouted back. Sirius gave you a look of surprise but nodded nonetheless and the two of you dispersed from the rest.

You breathed a sigh of relief as the two of you approached a stall where they sold a variety of drinks. It wasn’t as crowded in this area compared to earlier since the concert just started.

“All right?” Sirius asked as you fanned yourself with your hands.

“Of course.” You replied as Sirius took the can of root beer and fished out a couple of muggle currency out of his pocket. He eyed it then flashed you a sheepish look. You rolled your eyes, chuckling lightly as you helped him pay, getting the right amount and handing it to the vendor.

He popped the lid of the can open releasing some fizz, and took a gulp. “Ack, I didn’t think beer would taste like this. Do muggles really get drunk with this?”

You raised a brow. “Are you serious?”

He furrowed his brows at you, “Yes???”

You shook your head, “I mean, that’s root beer, it isn’t alcoholic. I think it’s more soda actually.”

Sirius frowned and looked at the drink in his hand and took another gulp. He shrugged, “Kind of reminds me of butterbeer.” You laughed at that. He offered you the drink and you gladly took a a few gulps before giving it back to him, your thirst quenched for the time being.

You two were about to head back to the others when another group of girls crowded Sirius saying they just wanted to chat a bit. He had cast you a hesitant look before you waved him off, telling him that you’d wait for him. And wait you did, quite awkwardly at the side until someone suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you away in haste. “What the bloody hell!” You exclaimed and snatched your hand away but the person turned to look at you. It was a he, and his eyes stormed with panic. “What are you doing here?!” He snapped as he pulled you further away from the crowd, you willingly followed this time, your mind still not believing the fact the he was actually here.

“I should be asking you that. I thought you didn’t hang out with muggles, Sev?” You tried to stay calm, but now that he was talking to you, you felt your nerves tangling up inside of you. For weeks he hadn’t said a word to you and now he’s snapping at you?

Severus ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “We don’t have time for this. You need to leave. Now.” He warned, “Something is about to happen and-” he was about to say but you cut him off, “What do you mean? You- you've been ignoring me for weeks and now... now you show up from who knows where and tell me to leave?”

He placed his hands on your shoulders, “If you think of me as your friend like you always say I am, then trust me when I say that it’s not safe here. They’re coming!”

“They’re?” You asked but before Severus could reply, people with masks and hoods over their heads apparated to the crowd from thin air, cackling noises vibrating throughout the area; people soon began shouting in shock and confusion. “No...” You whispered horridly. Death Eaters. You were about to run back to the crowd on instinct but Severus grabbed your hand. You whipped towards him, “Let me go! The others are still there!” You cried out. Green blasts lit at random places in the crowd while another batch of wizards and witches arrived, the cackling caused by apparation being overlapped by screams and spells. The new group battled the Death Eaters immediately, so they must be Aurors sent by the Ministry.

Muggles ran past the both of you, and someone slammed right into you and Severus, releasing the boy’s hold on you. You took this opportunity to get up and sprint back to search for your friends. You could feel your eyes prickle with unshed tears, of course Severus knew, he was one step away from joining them. “Sirius! Remus!” You shouted through the swarm of people. “Peter! James!” Shouts echoed the area as the people escaped, they’d never hear you at this rate. Hopelessness started to engulf you as dread filled your body. Everyone was scared you could hear everyone’s screams and you could slowly feel yourself lose your strength; you could feel yourself lose your own thoughts.

E c h o e s

Your mind was like a cave that had voices bouncing off its walls; echoing deeper in its crevice.

You’ve lost yourself in that cave countless of times before, each one was not a moment you looked back on fondly. Now you’re back and it seemed like the rocky walls of thoughts were closing in on you.

C l o s i n g r i g h t in

Covering your ears didn’t help, but you did it anyway. People were running amok; children were being separated from their parents, friends were losing each other in the crowd and you couldn’t focus even if you had to- the voices in reality was being mixed with the ones in your head.

Everyone was screaming.

You felt someone pull you away just as a flash of green hit the spot where you just stood.

You didn’t even know who he was.

“Y/N, are you all right?!” The person shook you, and you looked into hazel eyes that were wide with worry and fright. His hands held you by your shoulders in a vice-like grip and you were pretty sure he wasn’t even aware of it himself. “Stay with me. Focus on me.” His voice left no room for argument and you found yourself keenly aware of how close your bodies were. If the both of you weren’t stuck in this life-or-death situation, you would’ve turned into a million shades of red right now.

The both of you were hunched back behind some bushes, shielding you from the sight of any Death Eater around the area. He pried your hands away from your ears, his eyes never leaving yours, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until now, but everything in your head seemed quieter as James Potter’s thoughts drowned everyone else’s away. I’ll keep you safe, we’ll get out of here, we’ll get out. You breathed in a shaky breath and got your wand out of the pocket of your hoodie. “I won’t let anything happen to you too.”

You wiped your tears away and steeled your resolve. James pulled you up and held your hand tightly as you went around, trying to find your three friends. “Protego Duo!” You cast just as one of the Death Eaters was about to blast an Auror from behind.

“Stupefy!” James shouted and it hit the Death Eater square in the chest, making him fall backwards with a thud.

DIE

Merchant stalls caught on fire from Incendio, smoke erupting from the flames. You wiped your tears on the sleeve of your hoodie as James screamed for the names of your friends. He had long let go of your hand as the two of you cast spell after spell in defense and retaliation.

IMPURE

Someone had slammed into you again, sending you to the ground in a hard thud, your head hurt from the impact and the person paid no heed to you as he scrambled up and continued to run away.

MUDBLOOD

Muggles cry out as green hits them. How many has fallen? James had rushed to your side to pull you back up, and you groaned in pain as you did.

DIE

You whipped your attention behind you and saw the Death Eaters duel against Aurors. Someone seemed to float past the turmoil, unperturbed by the events and your blood ran cold. The man had snake-like features, his eyes were scarlet and his face, masklike. And throughout everyone, his eyes locked on to you and a sinister smile slowly spread on his face, time seemed to slow down, but not in a good way. His cruel entity radiated out of him and his thoughts made you want to hurl.

“Ah, a Legilimens!” He shouted, and despite all the noise around, his voice still boomed and everyone paying attention still heard him. A mistake. You made a mistake and now he knows. “And also well-versed in Occlumency I see.” He grinned, and you knew he tried to go into your subconscious as well.

“James,” You croaked out as the boy stepped in front of you, wand drawn, you didn’t want him to find out this way. You wanted to be able to tell them yourself when you were ready.

The Auror you saved shielded the both of you, shouting that you needed to escape.

“There is no need!” The snake-like man announced, “There is no escape from the Dark Lord!” He howled, “Avada Kedavra!” He yelled and the Auror dropped dead as the spell hit him square in the chest. You couldn’t even scream.

Shivers ran down your spine. This was him; this was Lord Voldemort in the flesh. Why was he here? Didn’t he usually leave little events to his followers? “You girl,” He called out to you and stretched out his hand, “Your talents will not be wasted if you join me! This is the first time I met a child blessed with such prowess of Legilimency! You may be only second to me! The boy beside you shows great potential as well, the both of you will rise up in my ranks with your skills!” Even though it seemed like he was complimenting you, his cold and steely tone held no such impression.

You gripped your wand tightly, ready for any sudden movements as sweat trickled down your forehead at the suspense. You glanced at James; the boy never took his eyes off of the Dark Lord and anger burned behind those hazel eyes.

“We will never join you!” James snapped and flicked his wand towards a fallen log and propelled it towards Voldemort and his other death eaters. The both of you took this opportunity to escape, never bothering to look back.

Voldemort bellowed at the petty trick, instantly blasting the log into pieces. “Leave them!” He commanded his followers when they were about to pursuit. “There will be many chances in the future.”

“Remus! Peter!” James exclaimed in relief as he saw the two. The four of you reunited and Peter was bawling his eyes out in fright, his hand that held his wand tightly was trembling vigorously as he held it up in defense.

The three boys looked haggard and you figured you were as well. All of you stayed on your guard as the battle still raged on. “We need to find Sirius and get away from here.” James said and the rest of you nodded in agreement.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Remus casted, hitting a Death Eater, disabling him from making any movements. You didn’t have to look for long when Peter spotted Sirius dueling with someone a few meters from where you stood.

“Peter, look out!” You shout and tackled the blonde boy to the ground as a spell flew by the both of you and hit another person instead. “Immobulus!” James shot at the perpetrator while Remus shot him with a Flipendo, sending him backwards. You helped Peter up, the boy looking absolutely distraught about that near-death experience but still continued on with the rest of you.

“Wouldn’t it be great if you joined us, cousin?!” A woman with wild, curly, black hair exclaimed as she shot spell after spell at your gray-eyed friend. You could feel the bloodlust radiating off of her as she had no qualms on dueling against her family member. Bellatrix Lestrange, or as you knew her back then, Bellatrix Black.

“In your wildest dreams, Bella!” Sirius retaliated with a smirk as he countered her every spell, hex, and dodge every curse. Unlike the other Death Eaters, Bellatrix didn’t wear a robe nor a mask to cover who she was. She was quite proud to be a follower of Voldemort and was sure to flaunt it.

A flash of green light burst in the sky all of a sudden, which made all of you look up and halting all duels. A colossal skull decorated the sky in a flurry of green smoke until it etched itself on the black sky like a new constellation. A snake protruded from its mouth like a tongue. The Dark Mark.

Now, just as sudden as the Death Eaters arrived, they vanished, leaving the aftermath of destruction in their wake. An eerie silence enveloped the area as the Aurors made quick work on damage control. The muggles that escaped were soon tracked and obliviated of any memory of magic that transpired.

You stared into the distance. Your throbbing head soon healed as a healer made quick work of any injuries the five of you may have sustained. “Your use of underage magic today will be overlooked as an act of self-defense.” An Auror informed you and your companions.

You sighed, “Can we go home now?” You were exhausted, all of you were, and James’ parents were probably pacing themselves in worry. The Auror looked at you, thinking. He was as tired as you guys were, and he surely didn’t want to deal with students right now.

“Of course. We will contact you if we have additional questions. Now, you shall be escorted-” He was about to say but James cut him off, “No it’s fine. My place isn’t far from here...”

You zoned out of the conversation when the Auror started explaining the need for an escort and James insisting that the lot of you could look after yourselves, your focus shifted to the people being obliviated. The flash of the wand as the spell was cast seemed so familiar, yet so foreign. You placed a hand on your head as flashes of darkness appeared in your mind. You suddenly stood up, much to the surprise of your friends, and you approached one of the Obliviators.

“Excuse me,” You said. The Obliviator finished her task and turned to look at you and raised a brow in question. You bit your lower lip in nervousness, “Um, would it be alright if I asked some questions about Obliviate?”

The woman faced you fully, letting out a kind smile. “Of course. What would you want to know?”

You ran a hand through your hair, “I- is it possible for the people who were obliviated to regain their memories?” You asked, “How would you know that you’ve been obliviated before?”

The Obliviator placed a hand on her chin in thought, “Well,” she started, “For one, you wouldn’t know if it was casted on you as long as it was properly cast.” She informed you and thought some more, “As for regaining memories, there are various ways of breaking the Memory Charm. Torture, for one. I heard the Death Eaters are especially fond of that; also, if the charm that was cast isn’t as strong, a simple memory potion should do the trick. There are different levels of the charm, so it’s very important to have full focus when casting it. If it’s too strong it could cause brain damage, or even worse, death. But if it’s too weak, there would be a high chance of the person regaining their memories.”

You nodded, engraving her words into your head, maybe this was the answer. “Thank you.” The woman nodded in reply and walked away to obliviate yet another unconscious muggle. Remus stood up as you headed back to them.

“All right?” He questioned as he placed his hands on your arms. You looked up at him, his brown eyes glinting off worry. You gulped.

“As I’ll ever be.” You replied. Remus’ mouth formed a thin line on his face; he didn’t believe you. But he chose not to pry any further, which you were glad for. They informed you that the Auror was going to Apparate you guys to James’ house and explain the situation to his parents.

When you arrived, the door slammed open and Euphemia and Fleamont rushed out, the former in tears as she pulled all five of you in a bone-crushing hug. Fleamont and the Auror moved a few meters away to discuss everything that happened as Euphemia hounded the lot of you inside.

After warm baths and a change of clothes, all of you retreated to bed. You were by yourself in the guest room while the boys shared James’ room. You wished you could go to them right now; you didn’t want to be alone.

You stared at the ceiling of the room as you laid in bed that night. Sleep eluded you and your thoughts plagued you. Someone may have obliviated yours and the Slytherins’ memories about the fight at Hogwarts, you didn’t know who it was and why they did what they did, but you were bent on figuring it out.

Also now, Voldemort knew your ability and wanted you to join his army. You doubt this would be the last time you come face to face with the Dark Lord, war was brewing and even with the safety Hogwarts provided you as students, you would ultimately have to graduate and leave. You had to tell Dumbledore about all this, you decided and immediately stood up to write him a letter.

Quill in hand, you realized your hand still shook from the shock of earlier’ s attack. You took in a deep breath in hopes to help still your mind. Your penmanship wasn’t the best right now but it would have to do with your current state. It was cold and you missed the familiar warmth of the bespectacled boy’s hand in yours and the protection it provided. James was like a pillar that kept you grounded that time...

James... you set down your quill midway the letter, the color draining from your face as realization dawned. James knew. He knew you were a Legilimens now.

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Shatter

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Eskel/Reader (gender-neutral)

Rating: E

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a/n: Reader Request: [Ok but smutty request gender neutral reader n Eskel where Eskel finds out by complete accident that reader v much have a Thing for being called “doll” n “doll face” and proceeds to make them beg to and fucks them right into the mattress? 👀] Ok so this was my first venture into the gender-neutral smut, so I hope that it’s not terrible! I really enjoyed writing this one, it was a lot of fun to do <3

As always, thanks to @sometimesiwrite for beta’ing and correcting every time that I accidentally typed ‘dool’ instead of ‘doll.’

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Warnings: smut, ~mysterious vial of oil~, Eskel is The Best

Eskel discovers your preference of a certain nickname and uses it to the best of advantages.

It happens while you both are in the market. Eskel is a few steps away speaking with the armorer, while you admire the sweet smelling wares from a soapmaker. The soapmaker is situated right next to a jeweler, and she has attracted a couple of his own.

“See anything you like, doll?” The man’s low voice sends sparks down your spine, that endearing term loosening the ties around your brain and letting arousal pool lazily at your stomach. You glance over at Eskel and find him already staring at you, his nostrils flaring and his eyes dark. His chest rises as he breathes in deep through his nose and you watch his skin flush a pretty pink up the line of his neck.

Eskel politely leaves the armorer with a request to pick up his gear tomorrow. He moves to your side, wrapping his arm around your waist. His breath is hot on your ear as he pulls you gently away from the soapmaker once you’ve paid for a small block of sage soap. Once you are far enough away from prying ears he whispers, “Might I take you home, doll?”

Your knees threaten to buckle from under you at the husky tone of his voice, so raw and ready to have you beg for more. “Eskel, please…”

He chuckles and fits his hand with your own, intertwining his fingers and gently pulling you along the path towards your home. The journey feels insurmountably longer than usual, but that may just be due to the insistent thrumming of your own blood under the surface of your skin. And it also doesn’t help that Eskel keeps his hands on you the entire way back. They linger at the small of your back, move up to squeeze your shoulder, or cup the round of your ass.

Meanwhile, Eskel is swimming in his own headspace, surrounded by the ever-intensifying scent of your arousal swirling throughout the air. He can feel the beat of your heart in his ears and he just itches to have you quivering in pleasure beneath him. But he can be patient when he wants to be, he just needs to get you back through your door and you’re his.

You see the cottage, and you can count the steps that it will take you to cross the pasture and finally be able to quench the thirst that has been building since the market. 120 steps, you think, 120 steps and he’s mine.

And then the world spins on its axis as Eskel turns, quicker than you thought possible, sweeping you up into his arms. One arm supports your back and another is hooked under your knees and Eskel gives you this cheeky grin that bleeds with honey-sweet darkness. Before you can actually register what is happening he takes off in a dead sprint, bringing you to the threshold of your home and barely breaking a sweat.

You, on the other hand, have had the wind stolen from your lungs and you grasp desperately for the neck of his tunic, knocked speechless by the sudden display of raw power. Eskel spins with you still in his arms and pushes the door open with his back, walking slowly around the table until he reaches the bed.

“Would you like to play, doll?” Eskel lays you down carefully on the bed, bracketing himself above you and letting his breath tickle your cheek.

“F-fuck, Eskel, yes,” you gasp, writhing under the intensity of his gaze. Eskel sits back on his heels and drags his hands down your sides, quietly admiring how you’ve already begun to shatter under his touch.

Eskel shucks off his gambeson and throws his linen shirt over his head and onto the floor. His boots get kicked to the side and his trousers fall, leaving him bare and towering in all his glory before you. You watch him rifle through his pack for a moment before pulling out a delicate crystal bottle filled with a shiny oil. He prowls back to your feet and leans in, dragging his finger down the line of your sex over your clothes and you shudder and arch into him.

“Patience, little one,” he chides, pulling you to sit up so that he may remove your own tunic. Your nipples pebble as Eskel’s breath ghosts over them, his golden eyes glancing up with a quirk of his brow.

You lay back onto the bed and Eskel gently taps the outside of your thigh for you to lift your hips. You do, and Eskel fits his fingers into the band of your trousers before slowly pulling them down your legs, exposing your arousal to him. Your boots hit the floor with your pants and Eskel bends down to your belly, right over you. He breathes in deeply, indulgently, his cheeks turning pink as a low rumble tears through his chest.

He presses his lips tenderly against the soft skin of your stomach before climbing between your legs, pulling your thighs to rest around his hips. Your ankles hook at the small of his back and he turns the little bottle in his hands, pulling the stopper and setting it carefully onto the bedside table. Your eyes don’t leave his fingers as you watch him pour oil over them, leaving them slick and shining. Eskel drags it down your stomach and back around your weeping sex, aching and begging for anything he’ll give you.

You feel him work at your entrance, gently prodding his finger around before pushing in. Eskel twists and thrusts, keeping his eyes on your own and his ears tuned in to the sound of your heart beating in your chest. He slips a second finger in as his mouth latches around one of your nipples, and your head swims with the sensation. You thread your hand into his hair, letting the strands pool around your fingers as you grasp desperately for a tether to sanity.

You glance down and find Eskel’s own arousal hard and wanting against the crease of your hip and you whimper, wanting so deeply to reach out and touch and bring him pleasure too. But Eskel can read you like a book, and he lets your nipple go and almost growls, “No, doll. Not yet. Let me…”

Your head hits the pillow beneath you as Eskel slides a third finger in and crooks all three just so, finding your sweet spot deep inside as if it were made just for him. He slowly rubs back and forth over it, not seeking any specific end, but more building the trestles for him to dismantle over the course of the evening. His mouth finds your other nipple and you cry out wordlessly, thrusting up into his hand and his mouth and needing more.

“Eskel, gods, Eskel I-I’m ready, please,” you breathe and Eskel hums, looking down at his own fingers sliding in and out of you. He watches how your body latches onto him and holds him tight, trying so hard to keep even just his fingers as deep inside of you as possible. Eskel nods and pulls his fingers out, reaching for the bottle once more.

He pours a generous amount onto his cock and lines himself up, bracing his elbows on either side of your head. “Now,” Eskel rumbles, smiling down at you with his eyes blown dark, “what was it you wanted me to do?”

You flush, your hips rolling emptily as you feel the head of his length brush against your entrance. But he holds firm, keeping himself suspended just shy of you. “Eskel, p-please, I need you…”

“And you have me, darling,” Eskel grins, still not moving from where he hovers over you.

“Gods, Eskel, I-”

“Be specific, doll, or else you won’t get what you want.” Eskel tilts his head to the side and you swear to Melitele you decidedly do not shudder at the visual.

“I-” you take a deep breath, grounding yourself before opening your eyes and gazing into him with determination. “I would like you to put your cock inside of me and fuck me into this matress, please.”

Eskel groans at the filth that pours from your sweet lips and he can’t help but close the distance between you. He tastes the gasp on your mouth as he slowly pushes himself into you, he feels the keen that spills up from your throat in his bones. Eskel thrusts shallowly, pushing himself deeper and deeper each time. He finally bottoms out and feels your tight, wet heat surrounding him and it takes everything in him not to just spill then and there.

“Oh doll,” Eskel murmurs, his mouth agape and his lungs pulling in air as his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, starting to thrust just a little bit quicker. “Fuck, you take me so well, sweet thing-”

Every slow drag of his cock is electrifying, sending lightwaves through your spine and down your every nerve. And then-gods, he leans down, pressing your legs further apart to make room for his chest between them and you feel him everywhere, you feel him so impossibly deep inside of you and in your breath and under your skin and you cry out, digging your nails into his shoulders as he finds a steady rhythm.

Eskel’s breath comes in hot gasps as the two of you thrust back and forth, your lips just barely brushing against one another as your climax builds and builds behind your eyelids. He has lost all of his carefully maintained control, his hips snapping relentlessly against yours and you feel like you are spinning without a course.

“C’mon, doll, I want your pleasure, I want to feel it, please-” Eskel gasps, and everything becomes so much more for a few heartbeats. You feel like you can hear your blood rushing in your ears and the tightening of your spine before there is nothing. A sweet release of a coil and you fall, your hips chasing Eskel’s every thrust, holding him so tight that he cries out in ecstasy.

And by the Gods, he doesn’t even just cry out. Eskel roars, primal and needy as his hips stutter before pushing so deep you can feel it in your soul. He gives you so much, his chest heaving as his eyes scrunch shut and his cock spills and spills deep inside of you. And then all at once he sags, flopping onto your chest just as you can start to really feel the extent of how far he has pushed you. And oh, fuck it feels good.

You card your fingers through his hair as he catches his breath and then carefully peels himself away from you. As his cock pulls out of you, you feel the evidence of his climax drip down onto the bed beneath you and you grimace at the emptiness you are now so acutely aware of. Eskel pushes himself back to his elbows and cups your cheek with one of his hands.

“Shh, doll, I’ve got you,” he whispers, stroking his thumb back and forth on the soft skin.

You smile, mussing his hair a bit. “I know, Eskel. You always do.”

Eskel kisses you softly, deeply, trying to press himself into your very bones. Then he stands, just for a moment, and comes back to you with a warm damp cloth and rubs it gently between your thighs. He kisses all over your skin, over your stomach and chest and up your arm to your neck, anywhere he can reach as he takes care of you.

“Come lay with me,” you whisper, reaching out to pull him to you.

Eskel offers you a smile so earnest it makes your heart ache and he chucks the cloth away. He climbs back into the bed and tosses a blanket over the two of you, pulling you against his chest. You listen to the slow, steady beat of his heart and the last thing that you remember before falling asleep is the feeling of Eskel’s lips pressing gently to the crown of your head and his hand gripping onto the crook of your hip, holding you fast to him.

#eskel x reader #gender neutral reader #smut

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ofthesacredflame · 3 years

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"Do you know how it feels to try and quench your thirst from the water that stays cupped in your palm, as you watch the rest fall between your fingers in frustration? That is what my mind is like, there are no memories that stay. So if I forget your face... your name, the way my hands fit perfectly into yours, just know that I love you. If my mind forgets, I hope my heart remembers."

Fun little moodboard for one of my all time favorite D&D characters I've ever played. Shen is an Aasimar Wizard of the school of Transmutation. From a young age he was taken from his family, his mind completely broken by the people who stole him. He suffers from frequent memory loss, and only manages to remember what little bits of his life he has written down in his journal. His familiar is a stoat named Pipsqueak (Pip for short), and through the story a friend and I are writing for our dnd babies, he falls in love with a Tiefling cleric of the cult of death named Killian. Angel and Demon ship ahoy!

#dnd ocs #dnd moodboard

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a-shakespearean-in-paris · 3 years

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Some Positivity--

Was tagged by @debbyalo not too long ago (thank you so much, it made me smile <3) so I thought I would start a chain of positivity (and make a new post because that one was getting long :D

@laraslandlockedblues Girl you have gotten me through this week, lol. But more than that we’ve been mutuals since like...oh jeez since we first started getting involved in fandom? Love your writing and love how you quench my thirst for Rylen <3

@wardenari IT HAS BEEN SUCH A JOY GETTING TO KNOW YOU <3 I am in awe of your intellect and support and love getting to know your OCs!

@wintersongstress ISABEL! Another friend I have had on here for like...a while now? Lol. Even though we moved on from initial interests that made us fandom buddies I definitely consider you as a friend and confident with an amazing ability to paint words on a page <3 And girl you don’t even have to ask if you want to vent, lol, I’m always here!

@idrelle Another long term mutual! I am in awe of everything you have accomplished since I’ve known you and can’t wait to check out Wayfarer! :D

@roguelioness We just became mutuals but I love your writing and your support for your friends, it’s been great getting to know you!

@ma-sulevin Your smut? Yum. You’re OCs? Yum. Love to see everything you post, love to see what’s next <3

@galadrieljones I squealed when you followed me back because I loved reading your insight and your posts about writing, and if it wasn’t for you I may not have gotten into Red Dead, so I am quite thankful for that! I love seeing all your work for all your fandoms!

@thevikingwoman Endless support to your friends and great insight on fandom and Solas, and thank you for letting me quote you in my paper about fandom from last year!

@agentkatie Mollie? I love her, and so much congrats to being almost finished with TTC! <3 Can’t wait to start from the beginning!!!

@zuendwinkel Oh man I treasure the art you made for AWYWI and your support is unwavering. Thank you so much for all your support and thanks for taking a chance on commissioning me for a sweater! (I HOPE IT GETS THERE SOON!)

@jentrevellan Amazing art and writing and an amazing person to boot? TRIPLE THREAT!

@kemvee Another amazing artist and writer both who’s also an amazing person! <3 (aloso that professor Cullen? YUM)

@ellenembee I love both your DA works and am so excited to see what’s next! :D Amazingly supportive and amazing.

#positivity #now time to disappear because of warm fuzzies lol #YEET #more to be added probably lol #for making this fandom feel a little cozier #I say Mahalo

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arigatouiris · 4 years

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redamancy // akaashi keiji x reader (2/2)

Author’s Note: There are far too less notes for this story, but it’s alright. I’ve started to understand and like writing on tumblr for myself. :”) It’s the sort of self-motivation I needed, and I guess I do have it. But, if some of you really like this, do let me know? Also, I have many more strange ideas for fics. Let me know if you would like to see more of them! :”D

Word count: 5k+

Pairing: Vampire! Akaashi x Golden Blood! Reader

Summary: You were head over heels for Akaashi Keiji.

He was a perfect gentleman—hard-worker, handsome, kind, shy, and confident; a perfect blend of all the right things that a human boy could have at the age of 18.

But, what if he wasn’t human? And what if he wasn’t just 18?

As you search for your own answers, Akaashi doesn’t make it easy for you to channel your common sense. After all, a rare blood type only meant danger—especially for a handsome predator with feral eyes.

Warnings: unrequited love, one-sided crush, slight angst, pining, mentions of blood, blood-drinking, vampire akaashi, rare blooded reader, haikyuu manga spoilers???, fluff

The next morning, you saw Akaashi in class; sitting and reading a book. It looked like he had almost finished the book, just a few pages left. He turned to you upon your entrance and gave you an apologetic look, and a soft smile, a question mark plastered on his face. You didn't know how he communicated it to you, but he begged you to not tell a soul just from his eyes, and you really wanted to listen to him. There was still no one in class yet, and for a second, you were just glad.

"It's called golden blood," You said, almost a whisper, causing his eyes to widen, "It's the—"

"Rarest blood group in the world." He finished, eyes locked to your form.

You pressed your lips together before nodding, "Akaashi-kun... Can we please talk after school?"

"Alright—"

"And even if I cut off my arm and bleed all over the floor, don't run away." You almost ordered him, intending for it to be a joke.

Akaashi smiled almost playfully, but simultaneously there was something dangerous about the very smile that ghosted his lips, "Trust me, if that happens, I won't be able to run away."

You sat at your desk and almost felt the need to count down the hours to being able to speak to Akaashi after school. No one still entered the class, and you wanted to continue talking to him. You couldn't understand why you said what you said, but after saying it, you were surprised to see how you didn't regret it.

"That day..." Akaashi turned to you with curious eyes, "I wanted to tell you that I liked you."

Akaashi's eyes widened uncharacteristically before a softness swarmed within his pupils. He blinked a couple of times before nodding once and turning away, looking almost hurt at your apparent confession. It wasn't even a confession if you were just stating it to him the way you were; you were informing him of what you intended on doing, but you were not confessing.

After school, you held your notebook firmly in your hands as you walked out of class. You knew that the rooftop on the third building was always empty, giving you and Akaashi enough privacy. Akaashi followed after you, but his eyes wandered to the book you were holding, wondering what it was about. Were you going to take notes? He wasn't too sure what your idea was. Despite walking beside you, Akaashi ensured that there lay a significant bit of distance and that he didn't touch you at all—which would definitely make things difficult for him. He found your scent all the more intoxicating now that he knew about your blood type, but since there was no blood on you, your skin and the perfume and your body's own scent did well to mask the smell of your blood. Even then, Akaashi turned to look at you with uncharacteristic softness in his eyes, you were definitely something else.

On reaching the third building's rooftop, you took out the notebook and cleared your throat. You noticed that he was standing almost five feet away from you, but you didn't question him on his choice.

"How old are you?"

Akaashi chuckled, "I think you have a significant misunderstanding about vampires."

"Were you born like a person?"

"No, not exactly," Akaashi said, smiling at you, "And while your first question is valid, I'm certain that the understanding you have of vampires is incorrect."

"How old are you, Akaashi-kun?" You pressed, now frowning.

"I'm over 500 years old," He said, "But, I'm only 18."

"How does that work?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"My body is frozen in time. I was turned when I was 18, set to be 18 forever. Time does not pass through me like the rest of you, it passes beside me. So age really doesn't apply to me."

"Why haven't you killed any humans?"

"You're assuming I haven't," When you gasped, he chuckled, "No, I haven't killed anyone, but you assumed and it was flattering. I was human when I was turned, so I found it a bit... odd. However, I have tasted human blood. I...receive blood donations regularly."

"So you don't attack anyone?"

Akaashi shook his head, "Not... Not in a while. You surprised me, that's all. And I truly am very sorry for the way I treated you."

"You... You think what you did was attack me? B-But, in movies they show that you have fangs and—"

"Once again, (s/n)-san," Akaashi's smile could literally end you, "You have a significant misunderstanding of vampires."

You blushed at the way he called your name before clearing your throat again and continuing with the questions. Akaashi answered them all patiently, almost expected a few of them, but he didn't move from the spot where he stood. It was almost as if he was afraid to move like he was afraid to get close to you, and while you thought that was quite noble of him, you wanted to know his hesitance.

"Why are you standing so far from me?"

Now this was the question Akaashi was hoping you'd not ask. He offered you a rather disgruntled look, before gulping. He turned away from you, and let out a breath, almost as if he was put in the spot.

"The rarer a person's blood group, the harder it is for me to quench my thirst. I'm not... My appetite isn't heavy. I feed once every three months, and while I can digest human food, I do not need it to survive. However," He turned to look at you, and the birth of that feral aspect was evident in his eye, "Your scent is ridiculously strong, (s/n)-san. It almost makes it quite hard for me to... just stay here and do nothing."

"What'll happen if... if you had a bit of my blood?"

Akaashi chuckled, sounding almost nervous. "Don't even suggest something so preposterous, (s/n)-san, it would do me no good to picture it."

"But, what would happen?"

"I honestly don't know," Akaashi said, looking straight at you, "I've never met someone like you."

"That sounds almost romantic, Akaashi-kun." You said, helplessly.

"(s/n)-san, about the—"

"That does it, then," You slammed the book and smiled at him, almost awkwardly. "Akaashi-kun, I like you."

"(s/n)-san—"

"And I know you're going to turn me down, so don't even bother. I'll keep your secret safe, no strings attached. I just wanted to confirm to myself that I could like you even if you were a vampire and..." You tilted your head and gave him the nicest smile you could conjure, "...I do."

Akaashi couldn't believe what was happening. Surely, there had been girls and boys who had confessed to him before, several over the years, but you were the first one who had gotten to know him for what he was; and your feelings still remained? One could wonder why Akaashi never took a lover for all these years, living in isolation, afraid and away from human beings yet careful and precise when it came to his appetite. Akaashi loved people and did not want to hurt them, but the secret desire still remained.

Akaashi one day wished to fall in love.

It was the sort of wish a child has about owning an elephant for a pet. It is a wish that felt good while you have it, yet, there was no semblance of a possibility for it to actually happen. Akaashi could dream of love and wonder what it would feel like but he would never know. He would never understand it since he remained unaffected by time but people would move on, people would live and die.

But, there you were, standing and smiling at him, validating his existence as a vampire while the universe had never done; it was a charming sight to see. In over 500 years of living as a vampire, Akaashi had never been moved to tears. But, he came quite close when he saw you smile.

"Also, if... if I do injure myself in any way around you... Would you lose control?"

Akaashi deadpanned at you, "Please do not speak to me about such hypotheticals, (s/n)-san, it wounds me."

You threw your hands in front of you so as to defend your claim, "N-No, I didn't mean it like a threat or anything! Akaashi-kun," You pouted angrily, "Don't put me in the spot like that! I'm still wrapping my head around you being a vampire! A part of me still thinks you're going to point at a camera and say psyche!"

Akaashi laughed once before shaking his head, "No, I won't do that. I understand this must be a lot to process. I've never told another human being that I'm a vampire."

"Not even Bokuto-senpai?"

Akaashi shook his head.

"What about the person who gives you blood donations? Are they..."

"Ah," Akaashi rubbed the back of his head, gulping and thinking of a certain gold-eyed vampire, "He has sources. Meeting him is quite tasking but he gets the job done."

"I see," You tapped your chin, "You still didn't answer my question."

"I won't either. I'm late to practice, (s/n)-san."

"Also, last question!" Akaashi turned to you and waited, "Did you always play volleyball? I get why you go to school every time, since... It can be boring, I guess?"

"I ran track in my old high school."

Your heart skipped a beat when Akaashi smiled at you warmly, the feral look completely missing from his gaze. After answering your question, he waited for you to accompany him downstairs, to get off the rooftop. It was strange, how kind he was being to you, and it was strange how he was telling you everything without hesitation. Perhaps, he trusted you? Maybe, it was because since you knew he was a vampire, there was nothing more to hide? Even so, even if you knew that vital piece of information, it felt eerily good that he told you so many details of himself. You followed after him downstairs and felt a ghost of a smile press upon your lips; yes, you liked Akaashi Keiji despite the fact that he was a vampire, and his trust in you gave you a reason to feel joy.

The next day, you greeted Akaashi rather cheerfully and he simply chuckled at your enthusiasm. You leaned over to see that he had a new book in his hand this time, an English book nonetheless. Your eyes widened a bit before giving him a strange look, which he simply returned with an expressionless face.

"Your English must be really good, huh?"

"I've had some time to learn it."

You scoffed before noticing the teasing glint in his eye, "Some time, huh?"

Chuckling, you walked over to your desk and sat down right before noticing Akaashi's gaze on you. You smiled back at him, wondering if he had something to say, but he simply shook his head and looked away. You were a bit confused, and in the back of your mind, the feral look Akaashi had was still plastered firmly, but this was a good look too. There were still many things you didn't understand about him being a vampire, and a part of you still suspected if it was even real, but as each hour passed, it sunk in further that perhaps, Akaashi was indeed a vampire.

You had lunch with Sora, and while you knew Akaashi preferred to eat alone (Bokuto-senpai would eat with him before graduating), you wanted to call him over, but with Sora being there, you were certain that there weren't many things you could speak to Akaashi about.

"You've been staring at Akaashi's back for hours now." Sora whispered, leaning forward. He sat right behind you.

"What?" You seethed.

"It's getting a bit desperate," Sora scoffed, "You didn't tell him, did you?"

"Uh," I did tell him, but I didn't exactly confess in a traditional sense, so... "Not yet."

"When are you going to tell him?"

"(s/n)-san, Mamoru-kun, is there something really interesting you'd like to share with the class?" The teacher suddenly called out, freezing you and Sora in place.

You turned away bashfully before the class erupted in chuckles; you noticed Akaashi look at you from the corner of his eye and you felt even more embarrassed than before, but there was yet again a very teasing glint in his eye, which made it all the worse. You groaned before placing your head on the desk wanting to evaporate altogether. After school, you quickly rushed to the library, wanting to grab a particular book. You remembered the title from Akaashi's hands perfectly, and it wasn't as if you wanted to read the book for him or even just to impress him, which was a factor, but it was also because you were curious.

You were curious to see what books he likes, what kind of language he had within his own mind. While understanding his immortality, you knew that Akaashi would perhaps not have had anyone he could share ideas with, thoughts with, or connect with; and maybe, a part of you wanted to be that for him. Even if it wasn't romantic, you wanted him to feel less lonely—at least for this school year.

Because, you weren't sure if you'd ever see him after.

On reaching the English section, you froze to find Akaashi sitting there at the desk, confusing you as to why he wasn't at practice.

"Akaashi-kun?"

He turned to you with wide eyes, before they regained their regular size. A soft smile presented on his features, before he automatically closed the book, keeping the bookmark in place.

"What brings you here?"

"Uh..." Your eyes ran over the books on the shelf before turning to him awkwardly, "I... I wanted a book."

"Do you need help finding it?"

Your heart rate accelerated. Did it really not matter that he was a vampire? Why was his vague answer to your previous question clouding your mind? You were curious; oh, you were so very curious to see Akaashi in his element, this overwhelming desire to learn more about him made you want to scream. Perhaps, Akaashi sensed a battle raging within your mind and chose to give you a sympathetic look, a look that made you like him more.

"Listen, (s/n)-san, I really appreciate that you are keeping this a secret. And while I know of your..." He gulped, "...feelings for me, I cannot accept them."

"But, why?" Akaashi narrowed his eyes with confusion, "No, I'm not asking why you didn't accept my confession, I just... What's so wrong with letting yourself be with someone?"

"I might sound like a hypocrite, but I dislike lying, (s/n)-san. I have no choice but to do it right now, but... I cannot do it to someone who admires me."

"You're not lying to me, though."

Akaashi's eyes widened as he stared at you. No, he wasn't. He felt his chest constrict with an uncomfortable feeling, but he ignored it primarily because the look you had in your eye was almost blinding.

"Ah," You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, "I... I'll just go before I say some more embarrassing things."

No, Akaashi thought before feeling his heart rate increase, Don't go.

For the first time in a long while, he found himself wishing for someone to stay. He watched your retreating figure and he waited before turning to his book once again. Of all the times authors spoke about love in the books he read, Akaashi believed that was as far as he would go, but then, a slight turn of events simply scared him. While he was aware that for love to flourish there would be tops and turns that could perhaps shake his entire being, Akaashi was not ready. He had been awake for 500 years, but he was still not ready.

Getting up, he followed after you, knowing exactly where you were headed. You were headed home, the scent you left behind was intoxicating enough; it was rather easy following you. He found you near the gate with the speed he had gone, and the desire to call out your name stumbled him. He couldn't actually recall feeling this way before, and he wasn't quite sure if it was a good thing.

"(s/n)-san," Akaashi's face was expressionless, "Please, wait."

You turned around with a wide-eyed expression, face flushed red at his sudden arrival. It was almost...cute.

"I can't let myself get close to a human being for a wide number of reasons," He began, letting out a breath, "Firstly, while I do not age, I can change my appearance slightly to accommodate lifestyle. Which is why it was easy to grow as a high school student to mid-20s. However, I do not age. If I were with someone, they're bound to notice and they are bound to age, even if they are accepting of my nature."

"Akaashi—"

"Secondly, and this is the most important,"

Akaashi turned to look at you again, but froze you in your spot since the look in his eye was feral. The very same look he had given you the first time you realized that Akaashi Keiji was not normal.

"If one day, I lose control and bite you, I'm not sure if love is a reason enough to stop myself from killing you."

You felt nauseous suddenly at his statement. Your eyes were wide and fixed to his feral ones, ones that could stare into your soul as his fangs devoured you, but it was strange how despite the way these eyes had made you feel before, your hand still reached forward to grasp his. Akaashi froze at the sudden warmth radiating from your skin, transferring to his like osmosis, and he felt his chest tighten.

"What if it's a risk I'm willing to take?"

Akaashi felt anger bubble in his chest. He swatted your hand away before glaring at you, ready to combust.

"It's not a risk I'm willing to take!"

You gulped before nodding, looking away from his eyes. Akaashi watched you carefully, unaware of why or how you could be so calm at a moment like this. Perhaps, your mind hadn't completely registered the danger that he could be; your eyes had seen his external features and had found it easy to accept him because he was easy on the eye. Maybe, you didn't truly believe him about being a vampire. Maybe, you were living in denial.

"I'm glad I like you, Akaashi-kun," You said a moment later, twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers, which caused him to gasp at your sudden statement, "Well, anyway, I'll see you tomorrow."

He watched your retreating figure almost in awe. His eyes softened at your words, at the memory of them, and at the thought of you; but he was aware that your unacceptability of the actual fact was what was causing you to have these feelings. If you saw him feed, or if you saw blood dripping from his lips or even his fangs out in the open, he was certain you would change your mind.

Akaashi found it humiliatingly difficult to not notice what you were doing in class. He didn't have to look at you to know what you were doing; since his hearing was elevated, he merely had to focus on your voice and he would know. Strangely, Akaashi found himself focusing on you a lot more than he ever did before, and it was when he consciously made an effort not to did he realize he had a problem.

He could hear your breathing slow down as time passed; it was a Japanese history class, and even he found the class a tad bit boring. A smile ghosted on his lips as he understood that you were trying to stay awake, but were failing rather badly. He noticed the teacher walking over to your desk, and he knew instantly that you were going to be reprimanded.

"(s/n)-san, you must be very tired."

"Ah, I'm so sorry!"

Akaashi fought a chuckle before pressing his hand to his lips, before listening to the sound of your accelerating heartbeat.

It was during the next period, English, when the teacher asked you to read out a passage did he think you were adorable for the first time. You were struggling to read the excerpt aloud, your face red and your ears red too, and your heart rate was high—embarrassed and anxious at the same time. The teacher sighed before Akaashi allowed himself to turn to catch your expression, before feeling his chest tighten at the sight. You were looking at the book with a pout, clearly unhappy with yourself.

"You will need some tutoring for English, (s/n)-san," The teacher scolded, "Mid-terms are around the corner."

Akaashi wondered if it would be weird if he offered to help you. But, at the same time, he wanted you to ask him; so that he could say yes after acting like he could give it thought. While the entire ordeal within his mind seemed preposterous, it was perhaps the first time he was behaving like a regular high schoolboy.

During the lunch break, Akaashi noticed you approach him. However, just before you could reach him, your friend Mamoru-kun pulled you away for something else. Akaashi blinked before a bit before turning away, feeling a strange uncomfortable feeling nestle in his chest. He took a sharp breath before walking away from there, unable to take his mind off the incident. Right after school, before Akaashi could leave class, his ears fell on your voice once more, to hear soft laughter exit your lips.

"...Sora! That's silly..."

Akaashi felt that unfamiliar tightening in his chest once again but swallowed it as he walked to practice. He didn't realize he was clenching his jaw until he had reached the gym, but what shocked him was a soft presence tugging at his shirt sleeve. Akaashi froze before turning around with feral eyes, locking on to your form, which froze in mid-air. You looked almost terrified at his sudden response before Akaashi backed away ashamed.

"I'm sorry, I must have startled you—"

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't..." What was that? "I shouldn't lose control like that."

"Can you help me with English? Sora was so certain you'd say no," You said, rubbing the back of your neck, avoiding his gaze, "I don't want the teacher to hate on me."

Akaashi had believed this would have made him happy, but it filled his chest with nervousness instead. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was too afraid to see you look disappointed. Instead, he smiled before letting his eyes soften and thinking about the time your fingers had held his.

"I'd be happy to."

He noticed the sudden elation in your eye, glistening like gold. Akaashi almost laughed at how naked your emotions were, and how easy-going you were with what you were feeling; it was a blessed feeling to have, to watch you be yourself.

The next morning, Akaashi spotted you enter the classroom, giving him a wide smile, which he had been waiting to return all morning. Almost stopping in your tracks, you walk over to his desk before narrowing your eyes at him.

"Is something wrong?"

"Do you sleep?"

Akaashi chuckled before once again giving you a teasing look, "You think I don't?"

"Do you have a coffin bed or something?"

"No, (s/n)-san," He said, chuckling lowly, sending fire straight to your heart, "I can sleep if I want to."

"You should really stop smiling like that, Akaashi-kun, it's making it quite hard for me to... just..."

Akaashi leaned on his hand, balanced on his elbow, "Quite hard for you to?"

"You're a tease." You gasp, before walking away, listening to his chuckle.

He caught his actions instantly before realizing he had been...flirting with you? Akaashi paused before wanting to turn and look at you, but when his ears circled around your form, he could hear how heavy your heartbeat was; and then he could hear his own that rivaled the way yours seemed to be moving.

You meet up with Akaashi during lunch, after having eaten yours in just minutes. Sitting in the library alone with him was sure to make you nervous, but you felt strangely calm. You listened to him talk with dreamy eyes, aware that he caught you staring at him a couple of times but chose to ignore you. The library was strangely empty that Tuesday afternoon, but that didn't matter. The bookshelves hid you from the rest of the library, which left Akaashi and yourself to just sit there, actually studying English because Akaashi was Akaashi.

You didn't realize you were biting your lip at the way Akaashi's steel-blue eyes moved across the pages, and how his lips were spilling out words with a voice that could make the Gods shiver. However, you realized you bit your lip a bit too hard when you winced and leaned back, immediately pressing your hand to your newly acquired wound. However, your eyes widened when you heard the sound of a chair move swiftly, before a force pushed itself on you—Akaashi's hand was on the arms of your chair, and his other hand was on your face before you could blink. Your eyes were fixed to his feral ones, which were gazing straight into yours. His finger slowly pressed itself to your lip, letting a small drop of blood graze on his finger.

You couldn't look away from him, because while it seemed almost strangely erotic, you caught the pain in his eyes, you caught that he was striving hard not to move, to not even breathe, for even doing that could change the air.

Your heart was rummaging and you didn't know if what you did next was courageous or stupid.

You moved forward and pressed your lips to his, slowly pressing your right hand to his cheek. He was cold, not as cold as ice, but as if he had forgotten his jacket during winter. Akaashi's body did not move a muscle, and he desperately wanted to move away, since you felt him shuddering—however, you continued kissing him, feeling your little wound burn a tad bit at the force you were exerting.

In less than a second, Akaashi sucked on your lip softly, afraid he was going to hurt you, and the precise care that he took in kissing you/sucking the little bit of blood from your lip was enough to let you know that this boy was not a monster. He never really could be.

Just before you could extend the kiss, Akaashi pulled away, his lips stained with a little of your blood, before noticing his eyes widen and his face contort with fear; you wanted to know what he was thinking, what he was going through, but something told you he wasn't going to do any of those things.

"Akaashi—"

In one quick movement, he walked away from you and exited the library. You gulped before feeling the taste of his lips against yours, and feeling how dry your wound suddenly felt. However, your eyes fell on the hands of the chair and you froze. They were broken into two, each of them, as if Akaashi's strength was exerted not at your lips, but elsewhere, just so that he wouldn't hurt you.

Akaashi didn't come to school the next day, but you knew he was somehow nearby. You felt someone's gaze on you as you walked to school, and you wondered if what you had done was wrong or if it offended Akaashi in any way. You ignored Sora's rants on how Akaashi didn't come to school again because he was teaching you, and that he was shy, but when you actually knew the reason, your heart fell.

Your mind thought back to the kiss and you felt strangely elevated at how it happened. He was soft against you, and no part of him had hurt you. Surely, the kiss did sting because of the wound in your lip, which was smaller than any paper cut you've ever had, but at the same time, with Akaashi sucking on your lip the way he was, it was oddly satisfying. You wanted to see him, you wanted to kiss him again, you wanted to hold him this time and see what he felt—however, the look he gave you in the end, the one where he was both confused and terrified, that look broke your heart. It told you right away that he wasn't used to what was going on, he wasn't used to what had happened.

Right before bed, you stared out your window again, feeling eyes on you for the umpteenth time that day. With your heart bursting the way it was, you knew it was Akaashi who was looking at you. You knew it was him at a distance, but you didn't want him at a distance anymore.

"Akaashi-kun," you said softly, "Please, I know you're there."

There was obviously no response. Frowning, you once again bit your lip hard before feeling your back pressed against the bed just as soon as your teeth touched your lower lip. You gasped when you felt Akaashi's hand around your throat, his blue eyes were glowing in the moonlight as they bore into yours. Tears struck the sides of your eyes as your hands reached over to touch his face, but Akaashi's hand gripped both of your hands by their wrists and pinned them above your head.

Leaning down, he slowly licked the blood trickling off your lower lip before letting out a breath.

"You shouldn't do that," He sounded like he was in pain, "You really shouldn't—"

"Bite me," You said, conviction present in your voice.

Akaashi didn't move an inch.

"You're finding it difficult because you had a taste of my blood, right? It's killing you because nothing makes it feel better, no matter how much blood you have. The downside of having a rare blood type, I guess."

Your explanation made sense, but at the same time, Akaashi knew that you didn't exactly know what was going on. It was simply the curse of being tempted that Akaashi was finding it all too painful. Blood that he got in little packets was not as fresh as human blood that was stuck behind the skin, and there was you—whose blood was by far the richest he had ever tasted. It wasn't about quenching his thirst, it was hurting you, it was seeing your eyes contort in pain.

He couldn't let that happen.

Leaning back, he released your hands and he froze when he saw you smile.

"You said once," Your hand grazed over his cheek, "That love might not be a strong reason for you to stop if you do bite me."

He couldn't look away from you.

"I believe, it's too late for that, no?"

He felt tears sting the back of his eyelids. Ah, he thought before moving forward to touch your cheek. The warmth on your skin was intoxicating, but not as much as your smile was.

"I've never been this afraid before, (s/n)-san," He said, voice shaking. His hand moved from your cheek to your neck, and the temptation presented itself once more, "I can't... I won't be able to."

"I trust you."

His lips quivered as he moved in, his nose grazing your neck—he felt goosebumps rise on your skin, and again he felt the need to stop; but you pressed your hand to the back of his neck, holding him close. He had bitten off humans before, but none were this inviting, none were you.

None were humans he had been in love with.

Akaashi's teeth sunk into your skin and he heard you swallow your yelp instantly as he sucked in, drinking the nourishment that you so readily offered; he felt his eyes close in absolute elation, and his grip on you grew stronger by the second. However, his other hand pressed against your cheek, wiping your lone tear away. He felt your hand grip his, which was on your cheek and held on tightly, slowly intertwining your hands together. A second later, Akaashi's heart began to race. He directed his hearing to your heart—noticing how it began to drop by just a fraction of a second.

He pulled away immediately before blinking away the tears that fell from his own eyes. You were looking at him with wide eyes now, noticing the residue of blood within his mouth, and how his eyes were no longer feral.

"If you're going to kiss me please drink some water."

Akaashi laughed right then before leaning away from you and feeling his lips quiver some more. You got up, wincing at the small wound at your neck, feeling two small punctures having formed there. You weren't sure what you'd tell your parents that those were, but that was for another time.

Leaning forward, you embraced Akaashi before smelling him; your chest was pressed firmly at his side, feeling his arm snake around your waist, bringing you closer.

"How did I taste?"

"That's a strangely perverted question, (s/n)-san."

"I didn't mean it like that! Your mind's in the gutter."

Akaashi chuckled before turning to you, brushing some of the hair behind your ear. For some reason, your mind told you that you would no longer see Akaashi's eyes cloud with a feral expression again.

"I'm in love with you, (s/n)-san."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words and all you could do was smile.

"I love you, Akaashi-kun," You moved forward and pressed your nose against his cheek, "But please, drink some water, I want to kiss you so bad."

The next morning, Sora yawned for the fourth time as he entered the classroom. He blinked when he saw you and Akaashi—you were sitting on his desk, talking to him about something he had no idea about. You were wearing a scarf around your neck and one of your hands was in Akaashi's.

Sora's eyes widened.

"Your hands!"

You turned to look at Sora and felt Akaashi's hand grip yours a tad bit tighter, making you smile some more. That small grip had told him more than it told you; a desire he had long nestled in the darkest recesses of his heart was allowed to bloom. Maybe this was why, whenever Akaashi saw you, his heart picked up pace, and he felt the smallest urge to shed a tear.

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Hi! could I get some fluff with Lester Sinclair and a female S/O? like a date, they go to the woods to search for animal bones and other cool stuff that can be found in the forest and at some point they get lost because they were too distracted being adorable? thank you so much!!!💞💞💞💞 love ya! hope you're doing well💞

A Paisley Afternoon

Lester Sinclair x Fem!Reader

SFW, mentions of abuse, swearing

Word count: 4,884

assasdjhajfsgawgeu you are SO sweet! QwQ I hope you’re doing good as well!

Quick disclaimer: I have not seen the House of Wax, and I haven’t really written for the Sinclair brothers that much, so if their characterization seems off plz let me know! This was hella fun to write and I’m super glad you requested this! (I’m also lowkey simping for Lester Sinclair, what have u done to me)

I know u asked for fluff and while this mostly is, I made the ending kinda angsty cause I can’t help myself...T-T but it has a happy ending tho

cut because this is a loooong ass fic

“S-so uh, Y/N! V-Vinnie asked me to uh, go get some stuff from the forest, ya know, for his artstuffs? And uh, ‘was wonderin’ if you wanted to come with, since yer a big fan of nature and stuff, heh. I-if you don’t that’s ok I understand I-”

You silenced his nervous rambling with a kiss on the cheek.

“I’d love to! Could we make it a picnic? I don’t get to cook for you often,” you hummed.

Lester blushed a deep red. “Y-yeah if you wanna, I’d love that...uh, m-meet you at our usual spot? Four pm?”

“I’ll see you then!” You gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before turning to go back into the house.

He gawked for a minute before jogging down the porch steps, stammering his goodbyes. He drove off as if he had gotten de-pantsed during gym class and was retreating to hide out his shame in the locker room.

...

He would never call this a date. Not in a million years. After all ‘Dates are s'posed to be nice and fancy, and if there’s one thing I ain’t it’s that!’. Lester’s self-deprecating humor came back in your mind as you sat on the edge of the boarded-up well. The well served as your go-to meet spot for these kinds of outings.

Even though you had both been dating for years, Lester always treated every date as if it were his first. As if he couldn't believe that you wanted to spend time with him. It broke your heart to think about, but it was sweet in away.

Every time he came up with an excuse. ‘Bo wants me out of the house for the evening'...'We need more parts for the House of Wax, and I need some help'... 'You’ve spent a lot of time inside lately, you should go on a walk'! And I’ll come with to protect you in case people come by.’ But you knew better.

You knew that Lester was too nervous to ask you outright. You’re snapped out of your daydream by the slam of a car door. Looking up to see Lester jogging towards you, Jonsey following close behind.

“S-sorry I’m late! Lost track of ti-...Y/N! How many times have I told you not to sit on that well!?!” he picked up his pace, sprinting to where you sat.

You sheepishly stood up, not noticing that you had been leaning on it in the first place.

“Sorry sweetheart, guess I jus’ got tired,”

He pulled you into a tight hug, then pulled away to check your body for injuries. He was like a flustered mother goose, almost.

“That well is ancient, why it-it was 'prolly here before Bo and Vinnie were even born! If you p-put too much weight on it, it could-”

“Collapse and I could get hurt, I know, I know. Gah! You worry too much darling,” You stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss into the bridge of his nose.

He stood back and put his hands on his hips, eyeing you up and down.

“Why I oughta-” He wagged a finger in your direction.

“What? You oughta what? What’re you gonna do huh?” you smirked and leaned into him, tilting your head.

“I oughta…” He trailed off at your sudden challenge, blushing hard.

His eyes widened and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

“I oughta kiss you, fer being so reckless!” He crossed his arms.

You giggled and put a hand over your forehead. “Oh no! What a tragedy! Forced to kiss the most handsome man in the world! Whatever shall I do???”

You sank to the ground and leaned against Jonsey, putting a hand to your forehead. Lester looked down at his feet and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Aww shucks!” He muttered.

You jumped up, wrapping your arms around his waist and ghosting your lips against his. Lester pressed his hands against your waist and closed the distance between you two. You stayed connected for a moment, savoring the tangy taste of sweat and dirt on your tongue. You only broke away when you heard Jonesy snuffling around in the picnic basket you brought with. After shooing her away from your food, Lester went back to his truck to gather his bag, and you were both on your way.

You and Lester walked through the forest, taking your time to pick your way for the undergrowth. Even though you both did this often, and usually traveled the same path each time, you never failed to find stuff.

Jonesy, not learning her lesson from the last time, went after a badger and got her ass kicked again. Leading to a very angry rant from Lester, even though she couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Even though you were looking for animal bones, anything was game. From discarded beer cans to cool looking rocks, weird plants, whatever you managed to find.

You both stopped in a small clearing, the trees were sparser here and the grass a bit taller. A perfect place for treasures to hide. Lester beamed, moving to start sifting through the vegetation. You set your basket down nearby and followed suit, hiking up your pant legs to avoid the mud.

A few minutes and a couple of oddly shaped rocks later, Lester called out to you. He showed off a very excellent stick, that was a bit shorter than him and looked thick and sturdy. He handed it to you, proclaiming that it was going to be your 'wizard staff'.

“Wizard staff?” you chuckled, grabbing the stick from his hands.

“Why yes! You are the most magical person I’ve met! You’ve got to be some sort of powerful enchantress! Sein' as you’ve put a spell on my heart~” he smiled and grabbed you by the waist, leaning down to kiss you.

You gasped when he pulled away, blushing at his cheesy comments. You sure as shit weren’t gonna let him get away with it without firing back with some of your own.

“That’s funny, seeing as you’re the one who’s charmed me~” you whispered in his ear, your breath hot on his sensitive skin.

You spun around and stooped down to pick through the grass, ignoring his flustered gaping. He smiled and kneeled next to you in the dirt, enjoying the silence of the forest.

You both trek on for another hour or so, before finding a level area near a creek to collapse and have lunch. You made quick work, unfurling the blanket and setting out the food. You tossed a few treats towards Jonsey to make sure your meal wouldn't get sacrificed.

You fell onto the ground with a thud, letting your aching muscles relax. Even though it wasn't hot out, the humidity made doing anything outside torture. You don't know how Lester managed to do it every day.

“You need to eat, here d-drink some water,” he pushed a canteen into your hands along with a sandwich.

“Water?” Taking a swig from the canteen, you smirked. “Why, I think you have more than quenched my thirst, gorgeous~”

Lester went red from ear to ear as he realized that you were ogling his backside while he rummaged around in his bag. He flushed and sat down next to you, suddenly very invested in the ham sandwich in front of him. You finished your sandwich and leaned against his shoulder. Lester blushed and started stammering. You silence him with a kiss, one hand moving to cup his cheek, the other moving to his chest.

He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around your waist and deepening the kiss. His lips slid against yours, chapped and sweaty, and tasting faintly of blood. It was more than gross, it was ghastly, repulsive even, and yet so so addicting. Every time you think you get enough of him he leaves you yearning for more. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought him to be a succubus or some kind of land-dwelling siren.

But nope, it was just Lester. Lester bringing you gifts in the form of wildflowers, pretty rocks, and books. Lester giving you full-throated, heartfelt praise and sappy comments. Lester giving you more passion and love and charm in one smile than anyone else could give you in a lifetime. Bo may be a smooth-talking seducer, but Lester? Lester was straight up husband material, and it made your heart melt.

And it made other things melt as well, you realized as you were craving more of him. You opened your mouth slightly, pushing your tongue on his lips to savor more of that sickly sweet taste. He obliged you, parting his lips to brush your tongues together. Straddling his waist, you press your body against his, leveraging a more intimate kiss.

He gave out a small groan, which only spurned you on further. Your hand reached down to pull at the hem of his shirt, when his rough hands gripped your hips and pulled you off of him.

“Not in front of Jonesy!” he hissed into your ear.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the notion.

“Jonsey? Babe, she’s just a dog she doesn’t care what we’re doin’, she doesn’t even understand what sex is!”

He puffed up , a bit offended by your words. “She is not jus’ a dog, she is an innocent creature and does not deserve to be exposed to that kind o’ stuff!”

You snickered again, conceding defeat. “Alright alright, but you owe me, mister,” you teased.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head as you snuggled into his side.

“Don’ worry bout a thing darlin’, I always pay my debts,”

You both relaxed, exchanging kisses and occasionally commenting about work, or the weather. After a while, you both decided it was time to move on, and you packed up camp.

As you stopped to refill the canteens from the creek, your eye noticed something odd in the water.

Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a very smooth rock. You, of course, fished it out to take home with you. Only then did you realize what about it that had caught your eye in the first place. The rock itself was a dark color, flat, and about the same circumference as a small wine bottle. Right smack in the middle of the rock was a hole going clear through to the other side.

Your jaw dropped. It was a hag stone. You had heard of them before but had never expected to ever find one naturally occurring. They were ridiculously rare and only formed under specific circumstances. Even though it seemed to be a bit silly, you mentally thanked the forest and the creek for giving you such a gift. “Lester!” you called out. “Come look at what I found!”

You ran over to him and dropped the stone into his palm. His eyes widened, his fingers running over the smooth surface, tracing the round hole.

“You found this in th’ creek?” he held the stone up to his face and peered through the hole curiously.

“Yeah! It was just sitting there,”

“Well I’ll be, I never seen anything like it!”

“They’re called Hag Stones! It's rumored they hold powerful magic, since they're only created through natural means,”

Lester hummed and pushed the stone back into your hands.

“That’s a real hell of a find y/n!” He smiled.

You palmed the rock, thinking for a moment. An idea popped into your head.

“Say Lester do you have any rope or string?” you asked.

He nodded and went to retrieve it from his pack. It was a small bundle of thin para-cord, stolen off some unfortunate tourist.

“Perfect!” you beamed.

Taking the loose end, you compared the length to your neck to gauge it, then took a small pocket knife and cut the rope. Looping one end through the hole in the rock, then tying both ends in a secure knot. Beckoning Lester to lean down, you looped the necklace over his head, leaving it to rest on his neck . He looked down at it and smiled.

“When Hag Stones are worn around the neck like this, they make the wearer pretty much immune to curses and bad luck. It’s even said that if you look through it, you’ll be able to see into the kingdom of the Fae Folk! And because we found this one in the forest, it grants you favor with the tree spirits!” you bit your tongue and blushed, realizing how silly and hippy-dippy you sounded.

“‘Course that’s just all legend, but it is still pretty though, and I think it suits you nicely.”

Lesters’ eyes widened, and he tried to lift the stone from around his neck. “I can't! Y-you need this more than me!”

You snatched his hands from the cord and laced your fingers in his, shrugging.

“You deserve it baby, you deserve to be protected. You deserve to be happy and loved too! I’m plenty safe with you and Jonesy around. It’s your turn to be taken care of,” you leaned and pressed your forehead against his.

Reaching up, you rubbed his cheek, surprised when your hand came away wet. Looking up you saw that he was crying.

“Oh, Lester? What’s wrong sweetie?” you wiped away the streams of tears with your thumbs.

“N-nothing I just-” he closed his eyes and let out a choked sob. His hands came to rest atop yours. “No one’s ever t-told me that, that i d-deserve to be happy and s-safe!”

He burrowed his face in your shoulder and sobbed. You stood and held him there, rocking back and forth while rubbing circles on his back in through his hair. His arms gripped you tight enough to hurt, but you didn’t mind. Even as you cooed and shushed him, anger bubbled behind your soothing tone.

You were furious. Furious at his parents for treating him like he didn’t exist, at Bo for bullying him constantly, and at Vincent too. Even though Vincent wasn’t as nasty, he still brushed Lester off like a horsefly that wouldn’t leave him alone. When Lester tried to talk to him, show him something, even just say hi, Vincent would always sign the same things.

‘I’m busy,’

‘Go bother Bo,’

‘Lester please, I have a headache, be quiet,’

It made your blood boil and your vision go red. Yeah sure, Vincents’ mute and can’t eat or smile without his deformity causing him pain. Bo was treated like the devil incarnate by his parents in favor of Vincents’ artistic talent. But they had the same fucking parents. The same fucking childhood. The least they could do is treat him like something more than a piece of dirt. Some days you wondered if they even cared about him.

You snapped out of your ire when Lester pulled you into a tender kiss, lower lip still trembling slightly. You pulled back and planted kisses all over his face, on his nose, chin, eyelid, everywhere. He devolved into a fit of wet giggles, his nose crinkling as your lips tickled his handsome features. He wiped his eyes again and looked you in the eyes lovingly.

“I love you, Y/N,”

“I love you too, Lester,”

You smiled and gave him one final kiss. He beamed. Taking the stone, he held it up to his eye, peering through the hole at you.

“Well hey! Would’ya lookit that! I’ve already found myself a fairy! And a mighty cute one at that!~”

You giggled and pushed him away bashfully. “Go pack up the rest of our stuff ya goofball!”

>>>>>

Following the river, you continued to look for stuff along the winding trail. You snagged a pretty decent haul, all things considered. Animal bones and carcasses and rocks and some jewelry left behind by a camper. Nothing really out of the norm for the pair of you, and things were going great.

That is until you realize too little too late, that the sun had all but set, and left you in the dark with no idea of where you are. You tried to follow the creek down back the way you came and kept following it. And kept following it, and….

“Lester? I don’t recognize any of this…”

You hoped that Lester would put on his brave act and reassure you that yes, Y/n. He knew the woods like the back of his hand and that you would be home in no time. You did not get that.

“Yeah, me neither, I don’ know where the hell we ended up. It’s too dark for me to read my compass an’ I left the flashlights at Ambrose ‘cause I didn’t think we’d be out past dark,” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone. “Ah, damn it’s dead! Knew I shoulda charged it before I left this morning! Did you bring yours?”

The lack of panic and fear in his voice made your skin crawl. How the hell is he so calm??? And no, you didn’t bother to bring your phone with you this time, not wanting to be annoyed with phone calls from work. Lester seemed to notice your mounting panic and quickly set about comforting you.

“Y/N! Y/n, dont be upset, we’ll be ok! You got me an' Jonesy here to protect you. I’m pretty sure that this creek leads to the main road, and we can follow the road back to Ambrose. You have extra food in that basket right?”

“Uh, yeah, treats for Jonesy, some apples and an extra sandwich I think, and we have water in the canteens still,”

“Alrighty then, If worse comes to absolute worse, we’ll make camp for the night in the forest. Then I can make a fire and we’ll head out in th mornin' when it’s light out, ok? Hey…” He reached out and put a hand on your shoulder. “We’re gonna be ok.” he said with an air of finality, putting you somewhat at ease and strenghtening your resolve.

You continued to follow the creek, holding hands so you wouldn’t get separated. You walked on for what seemed like hours, but eventually, you came across the road Lester talked about. You would’ve cried out for joy if you weren't so goddamn tired. You hadn’t realized how far you went into the forest. Lester stepped out into the middle of the road and looked towards the sky, looking for something. You stepped out and looked up with him. You gasped at the sight of the sky. You had never seen so many stars in the sky before. Well, that’s a lie, Lester took you stargazing often, but it still stole your breath every time.

“Fuck” he whispered under his breath. “It’s a new moon,”

“Why’s that bad?” you asked.

“Can’t tell which way east is, ‘least not very easily,” he muttered.

He scanned the sky further, peering at it with an intense stare. Even though you were horribly, horribly lost, you were happy to be able to spend time with Lester. A little bit of impromptu stargazing was also a plus.

“Jesus, you think after a while i’d start to remember to bring the flashlights, huh? Guess you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” He chuckled.

You reached out for Lesters’ hand again, squeezing it gently. He continued to curse under his breath before giving up on whatever it was he was looking for. “Y/N, I’m really sorry this turned into such a shitshow, I-”

“It’s ok pumpkin, shit happens sometimes. The only thing we can really do is try to do better next time,”

“Yeah, I guess,”

You both stood there staring at the sky, not knowing what to do or where to go from here. So you stood, and stared at the sky, in the middle of the road, like a couple o’ crazies.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the car approaching you in the road. A door slammed, jarring you out of your stupor. You rubbed your eyes, stuggling to adjust to the birghtness of the headlights. You heard a voice call out.

“Lester? Jonesy?” it was Bo, of all people, and he seemed to be somewhat concerned for once in his goddamn life.

“Yeah we are we, just got,” Lester was cut off, the worry vanishing from Bo in an instant once he realized you guys were ok.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!? IT’S ALMOST ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING AND YOU GUYS SAID YOU WOULD BE BACK AT DAWN!!!” he roared. “You haven’t been answering your phone Lester, and YOU, for whatever fucking reason, decided to leave yours at home, what in the fuck happened?!?”

“We got lost,” Lester shrugged.

“Lost?” he hissed. “Fucking lost? Let me guess, asswipe didn’t bother to bring flashlights did he?” Bo asked you, sarcasm and venom dripping from his voice like sour honey.

He was about to launch into another bought of cursing, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Bo whipped around to face his twin, who signed something quickly. You couldn’t make it out in the darkness, but whatever he said, it pissed Bo off.

“Don’t you fuckin’ ‘Bo’ me, I’m tired of this lardass going ‘round ‘causin trouble!” He whipped towards you and jabbed his finger in your face. “And you! You-”

Something inside you snapped. You were exhausted, in pain, and flat out sick of everything.

“What?! I’m what Bo? I’m a worthless, good for nothin’ piece o shit? Huh? Just like your FUCKING BROTHER HUH?!?”

“Ya know what, now that you say it-” he smirked.

CRACK The air around you was still, and thick. Bo doubled over, trying to comprehend what happened. You clenched your jaw, refusing to show tears on your face, even as pain blossomed through your joints.

“Not another fucking word out of your goddamn mouth, Bo Sinclair, or so help me god I’m gonna be the one gluing your lips shut! Got it?” your voice quaked low and dangerous, and even Bo knew better than to try and talk back.

“The way you treat Lester is fucking shameful! The ONLY thing you seem to be good at is making people feel like shit, and I would fucking expect an ADULT MAN to have more emotional maturity THAN A FUCKING THREE OLD!!!” you felt your voice go shrill and high, warbling with rage.

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT THAT YOU PUNCH PEOPLE ‘CAUSE YOUR DADDY DIDN'T LOVE YOU, ‘CAUSE NEWSFLASH, ASSHOLE, LESTER’S DADDY DIDN’T LOVE HIM EITHER, AND NEITHER DID HIS MOMMA!!! A detail you seem to fucking forget even though he’s YOUR FUCKING BROTHER, AND YOU SHOULD BE TREATING HIM WITH MORE RESPECT THAN YOU GIVE TO YOUR FUCKING PICKUP!!!

And you!”

Vincent jumped and almost fell backward when you turned to talk to him. You could see his eyes wide with fear under his waxy mask. Good. You wanted this lesson to fucking stick.

“You have less spine than your fucking wax statues! If you had even an ounce self respect, you’d grow a pair and stop putting up with Bo’s bullshit! Or at the very least, you’d stop cowering in the basement being all sad and tragic and try to be invested in what Lester is trying to say rather than blowing him off with bullshit excuses because you can’t be FUCKED to give shit!!!”

You finally let yourself pause, catching your breath. You heard Vincent shifting his weight on his feet, and felt the eye daggers Bo was stabbing you with. “You three are brothers, so fucking act like it,”

And with that, you grabbed Lester by the hand and led him to Bo’s truck. Neither Bo nor Vincent seemed to make any move to follow you. Opening the driver’s side door, you let Jonesy hop up into the back. Noticing that the keys were still in the ignition, you pulled them out and tossed them to Lester. You slid into the passenger seat and let out a silent sigh. Christ, did your head fucking hurt.

You noticed that Lester seemed a bit anxious, but you could tell that he was happy that someone stood up for him.

You looked over at the twins just in time to see Bo smack Vincent's hand away.

“DOn’t fuckin’ touch me!” he growled.

“Bo, get in the fucking truck,” you hissed.

Vincent scrambled through the driver’s side door into the backseat. You exhaled through your nose, noticing that he chose the seat opposite of where you were sitting. Bo was a little late to the party, but you savored the humiliation of him having to crawl into the backseat of his truck.

Satisfied, you leaned against the headrest of your seat, trying to steady your breaths. The purr of the engine was a welcome distraction from the tense air around you. You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because the last thing you remember was Lester carrying you to bed. He gave you a kiss, whispering a gentle ‘thank you’ before you drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

BONUS:

Bo gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.

“I cannot believe you are making me do this,” he mumbled.

“Please, Bo! I don’t wanna get yelled at again!” Vincent signed hastily.

Bo raised an eyebrow. “You really are a self absorbed prick, aren’t you?”

Vincent dropped his hands in exasperation before picking them up again. “Fine, It’s the right thing to do, and I’m a jerk just like you, now will you please-”

“Alright, alright,” Bo waved Vincents’ hands down.

He reluctantly got up from the couch and trudged up the stairs, Vincent tugging him along . Bo gently knocked on Lester’s bedroom door. Hearing a muffled ‘yes’, he opened it to see Lester standing near his dresser, putting his gear away. Y/n was fast asleep under the covers.

“She asleep?” He nodded his head towards your shape on the bed.

“Uh, yeah i think so, why?” Lester whispered.

“We need to talk,” Bo stated numbly.

“Oh...Uh, gimme a minuet,” he stuffed his pack in the wardrobe before following Bo and Vincent out into the living room.

Bo stood for a moment, shooting his twin a sour glare. He rubbed his forehead and inhaled sharply.

“I’m sorry,” he groused.

Vincent looked at him expectedly as Lester tilted his head in confusion. Bo let out a long-suffering sigh.

“I’m sorry fer always yellin’ at you and tellin’ you yer a piece a shit, ‘cause ya aren’t. I know that you don’t mean to forget things. The reason why I got so angry tonight was ‘cause I was so damn worried about you, but that’s no excuse. So, I’ll try and uh, ‘manage my emotional outbursts', his words, not mine” Bo nodded at his twin.

“What he’s trying to say is that we both care about you, and we’ve both been letting our emotions dictate how we treat you.” His hands hesitated slightly before continuing. “I...as much as would like to believe, I’m not any better than Bo just because I don’t yell at you. I’m self absorbed, and I need to be more self aware and not let myself get strung up over little things,”

Lester sniffed, wiping the tears that were forming on his eyelids. “You wax-heads, of course I know you guys care about me! Why else would you come looking for me at ‘one in the fucking morning’?” he snickered. “I do appreciate your apologies though...I know you an’ Vinnie ain’t got it easy, god knows you didn’t, I was there, but that was it. Just, there. A bystander. I can’t help but wonder if I had said or done something maybe-”

“Lester,” Bo interrupted. “What happened to me-what happened to us is not your fault, or your responsibility.”

“I figure, but the problem is I’m still a bystander now, here in Ambrose. I don’t ever take charge of anythin’, I just stand there and wait for one of you to tell me to do something. Heh...that’s not really useful, ain’t It? I want-I should be takin’ a more active role in the House of Wax, we all have our part to play, don’t we?” “You’re right, we all need to work together,” Vincent signed.

Bo rolled his eyes and huffed, shaking his head at Vincent.

“OOOKAYY, if this shit gets any sweetter im gonna have a heart attack and die!” Bo stood up to leave. “Goodnight,”

“Oh no, not so fast mister!”

Lester wrapped his arms around Bo and pulled him into a hug. Vincent was quick to hug him from behind, pinning Bo between him and Lester.

“Alrighty, I love you too...ok that’s enough you can let me go

now...guys?....Helloooo?”

“We're not lettin' go 'til you hug back~,” Lester sang out.

Vincent rested his head on Bo’s shoulder in place of making a sarcastic remark. Bo grumbled, throwing his arms around Lester, who in turn, squeezed Bo tighter.

“Hey! A Sinclair Sandwich! Ain’t had one of these in a long time,” Lester giggled.

“Happy now?” Bo muttered.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

Bo relaxed a little, allowing himself to sink into the physical affection. Vincent hummed happily in response, and Lester nuzzled into Bo’s other shoulder. Bo closed his eyes, and for a fleeting moment, believed that he was going to be okay.

-Mod Elith

#house of wax #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #fanfic #fluff #angst #angst with a hopeful ending #slasher #istg if lester doesn't stop being such a h i m b o im gonna have to get down on my knees and propose to him #i SWEAR to you this is not anti bo or vinnie #i love the sinclair brothers equally #I just reallt wanted to put the fear of god in bo #mod elith #i still don't know how to add tags when answering an ask on desktopadjskfhalhf

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mrskurono · 3 years

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MOMMA ITS BEEN TOO LONG SINCE IVE TALKED TO YOU !! how are you! how’s your lovely wife and kiddo ?! always a pleasure to pop into your blog and have my thirst quenched 😌

i’m also extremely giddy cause i got a character anon BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT

Hey baby! I saw your character anon, I must say not to shabby 💪Though I don't do attack on titain I'm not gonna lie Levi does it for me ¯\_( ツ)_/¯

As a whole we are good! A bit of sleep/eating regression which is *clenches teeth* trying at times. But real life has been a little busy for writing and the blog have been on the back burner. Hopefully this following week I'll get all my adulting done for a bit and I can announce the rules and fun bits of my 4k event (plus a possible raffle/give away sometime in June idk yet shhh) Besides that its mind numbing adulting :D

Baby hope your doing well! Staying quenched both water wise and sexy wise 😏💦 Don't forget to treat your body like a finicky house plant with lots of love ❤

#ohmygod i fucking was bathing my son today and poof here's my fucking period #i couldn't waddle to the toilet fast enough istg #fucking lady bits #i wore a pad all day too bc i anticipated it #the moment i took my pad off BOOM blood #fucking periods #i also wonder how my kageyama anon is 🤔#havent heard from them in a few days hope theyre well #people who do character anons are a blessing #also ilysm babe!#three.talks

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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I Hate California

Summary: Blake Harris’ symbol of why he hates California ends up at his work.

A/N: I’ve been in a bit of a writer’s funk, so @frontmanash suggested I write something more on the outside of my comfort fluffy writing zone. So, we have her (and Dylan Brady’s I Hate California) to thank for this masterpiece.

Content: Just angst.

Word Count: 2.2k

And away, and away we go!

I braced my hands on my knees, breathing hard. Despite the scorching heat that made me feel like all the water in the world wouldn’t be enough to quench my thirst, and the scratches on my legs from our hike, I couldn’t help but smile over at the boy who stood on the edge of the world, his arms stretched out wide. The view was impeccable, like he had promised, but him and I had differing opinions on what that view was. “Isn’t it beautiful?” he breathed, his eyes shining like melted gold in the sun.

“Very,” I grinned. “You’d fit in good here, babe.”

“You think?!” he asked, his voice full of excitement and hope.

“Yeah, had you more pegged as a Seattle type, though,” I teased.

His laugh rang out around us, a loud boyish sound that warmed me up more than the California sun could ever hope to do on its own. “Very funny, babe. But LA is where the music scene is now. It’s where everything is.”

“It’s not where I am,” I whispered in his ear, wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder.

He laughed again, too enchanted with the daydream playing his head to properly digest my words. “Neither am I. But I could be.”

“I.” My heart cracked, a small fissure forming. Not “we.”

~~~

5 Years Later

My throat tightened and tears sprang to my eyes. So Ashton had finally done it. The last domino in a long line of my world crashing down. An ending I had seen from the beginning. Something that was still just a hopeful daydream when we had last seen each other. When we had set into motion the end to our thunderous finish.

And now the radio station I worked at was having them as our guests. I hated how every time I closed my eyes everything replayed like a movie scene.

To those who passed by us, we looked like mad men, our shouts echoing off the buildings as we screamed at each other, his soft brown curls frizzing at the edges in the London rain. The final sob stuck in my chest as the reality we had tried for so long to deny set in around us. No matter how happy we were together, or how well we fit together, I knew he was happier in his life without me. And as selfishly as I wanted to keep him, to keep screaming until our voices grew hoarse and we collapsed one last time in each other’s arms, I understood that I had to let him go. To free him to keep living his life in London, or to move to Los Angeles, a city I knew held a place in his heart that I had been trying in vain to fill with myself.

I hated how badly I still hurt from a loss I knew was coming. And I absolutely despised California.

~~~

“And here in the studio with D and B in the Afternoon, it’s Sydney's success story, 5SOS!” Danica Schmidt, my co-host introduced, getting the interview going. “Happy to have you boys.”

“Happy to be here,” they answered, shaking our hands before taking the offered seats, adjusting their headphones as they did so.

It wasn’t lost on me how Ashton’s fingers brushed against mine when we moved away from each other, prolonging the contact, nor how his soft gaze stayed on me as he took his seat. A better man would have been ashamed at the smug satisfaction that coursed through me when I broke contact to busy myself with the notes for our interview and his smile faltered.

I let the practiced professionalism that came with doing a million interviews just like this one propel me through the last hour of our show, matching Danica’s positive energy for the sake of not sounding as dead on air as I actually felt. The more Danica and I rolled out the stats of 5SOS’ success, and listened to Ashton reassure us that him and the boys were really excited to be living their dreams, the more I wanted to vomit all over the studio and his expensive shoes.

After the small entirety of hell on Earth, I got to say, “Well, that’s all the time we have for today. Thank you again, 5SOS, for coming in for a chat.”

“Yes, lovely to see you boys and catch up. Best of luck to ya,” Danica smiled.

“Thanks for having us,” they chorused.

“That’s it for D and B in the Afternoon, I’m Danica Schmidt,” Danica started our outro.

“And I’m Blake Harris.”

“And we’re 5SOS, and this is our hit single off our newest album, Youngblood. Be sure to pick up a copy.”

~~~

“Blake, wait up!” Ashton called out to me, his footsteps heavy as he half-jogged down the hallway to catch up to me. I kept walking. “Seriously, B?”

“Is there something I can help you with?” I asked, pausing and turning to look at him. I hated how I only came up to his chin, and how badly that made me want to rest under it like I used to. I forced my own chin upwards to look at the irritation written across his face. Again, smug satisfaction washed over me and I didn’t have it in me to feel ashamed for it. As happy as I was for him that he was happy, I hated that it was at my expense. I hated that he had never been mine to keep; that I had lost him before he ever really had a chance to be mine to start with. And I hated the fact that there would always be a piece of me that still loved him and probably always would. So to know I could still get under his skin the way he would always be under mine felt good, even if it did feel dirty.

Those pretty eyes that haunted my dreams rolled and his tongue clicked in his cheek, stemming his agitation. “That's how it’s gonna be, huh?”

“That’s how what’s gonna be, Ashton? You coming back into my life for a radio show, and then breezing right back out of it to do the next spectacular thing on the list of spectacular things Ashton Irwin can do without Blake Harris holding him back?”

“I- I didn’t know it was your radio show. If I had I-”

It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Of course ya didn’t…” I muttered. Why would he? Why would I be anything beyond a brief sentence in his life story? Why was I stupid enough to think I could have been more to him; the way he had been more to me?

“Blake Harris, pity party of 1, your table’s ready.”

“Yep. Good to see you too, Ashton.” I willed my feet to turn and move me further down the hall, putting him behind me.

I made it to my car before he caught up, his hand slamming down on my roof. “Damn you!” he cursed.

“What?” I was too exhausted to match his level of anger, and even if I wasn’t, I didn’t have it in me to fight a battle with him I had lost years ago. When I started my job at the radio station, I had been aware of the risk I was taking. I was aware that this moment right here could be happening, much like it was. I had rehearsed speeches, and played out scenarios almost as often as I had relived my actual moments with him. But now? All my attacks died on my tongue. I didn’t want him to admit that he was hurting the way that I was. I didn’t want him to hurt at all.

“You’re just going to push me away again?” The question caught me off-guard. In all my mind’s scenarios I never imagined him sounding so broken.

“I never pushed you away, Ashton. You can’t push something away you never had to begin with.”

“That’s because you never gave me a chance to be yours! You held me at arm’s length, remember?!”

My blood boiled and even though I hadn’t wanted to, I was fighting back. “You never wanted to be mine! You’ve always been in love with places, Ashton, not people!”

“What is so wrong about me wanting a life for myself?!”

“Nothing! God, Ashton, can’t you see that’s why I let go?! I knew I wasn’t enough for you, but I was selfish enough to try anyway!”

“You should have tried harder!”

“Why?! So it can hurt me more to see you happy in LA?!”

“Who said I was happy?!”

His question stunned me. If he wasn’t happy, then what had all this hurt been for? “Are you?”

“Yes…”

“Good. I love that you’re happy. I love that you have the life you always wanted for yourself.”

“But that didn’t mean I didn’t want you, too. God, Blake, you didn’t give me a fair chance, and we both know it. To you, we were doomed from the start, and you never bothered to check if it was true.”

“That’s not true…”

“Yes it is!” His fight was back, but heartwrenchingly so.

“No, it’s not!” I hurled back the schoolyard defense. “You were in love with LA, and what it could give you!”

“I was in love with you, too!”

“No you weren’t! You said “I” not “we,” Ashton! I was there! I remember!”

“You’re seriously going to take one part of one conversation over our entire relationship?!”

“It wasn’t just one part of one conversation, Ashton! It was every conversation! Whenever you talked about your plans, I was never in them!”

“I didn’t think you wanted to!”

“That right there was the problem! You didn’t think, Ashton! You never did!”

“Then why didn’t you ever say anything?! Why did you expect me to read your mind?! Why couldn’t you just let me in?!”

“Because you deserve LA! You deserve everything it’s given you and then some! You deserve everything that makes you happiest and I wasn’t it! I was never going to be what made you happy!”

“That wasn’t your decision to make for me, B! It’s my life, don’t you think I should get final say on who’s in it?!”

“You did get final say, Ashton! You went to LA , and left me with the memories! And I love that you love it, Ash, I really do. But I hate it. I hate that it has your heart in a way I never could. I hate that it keeps you warmer than my arms did. I hate California!”

“Then hate California, Blake! Go ahead and keep telling yourself the same bullshit lie about how you lost me to a place! A place! Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?! You’re a person, Blake! You were never in competition with LA, just your own doubts.”

“My own doubts that you proved right at every turn, Ashton! You never missed me. Not the way I missed you.”

“And how do you know that?! How do you know that I didn’t miss you back then?! That I still don’t miss you now?! That I haven’t been playing scenarios of conversations just like this, only in those scenarios we don’t say a word, we just… fall back into place like we’re supposed to?”

“Because this isn’t some fantasy with a happy ending! Because this is reality! Because you’re fuckin happy, Ashton! God damn it! You’re happy. Without me.”

“I could’ve been happier with you, Blake!”

“Or you could’ve been fuckin miserable!”

“Yeah, well I’m already pretty fuckin miserable, so I guess you were right. Huh?! Is that what you want to hear?! That I’m miserable without you?! That even though I’m happy with my life I still feel empty because there’s a you-shaped hole in it?! Huh?! Is that what you want?! For me to scream out some declaration that reassures every doubt you ever had about us, and erases every stab of pain you ever felt?! The magical phrase of “I love you” that fixes years of silence and shit?! Because I’ll say it Blake! If that’s what it takes, I swear I’ll say it!”

“I want you to mean it! I want you to love me with the same devotion you love LA! That you would chase down everything to be with me! Damn it, Ash! I want to be chosen! And I want the person choosing me to mean it with every part of their being!”

“I did! I did mean it! I did choose you! You just never chose me back because you didn’t believe in what we were!”

“Did. Past tense...”

“I tried Blake... God damn it, I tried, but being with you was like dating a brick wall.”

“Yeah. Some fight you put up...”

“Whatever. If it’s easier for you to have me be the villain in your story, fine. Whatever makes you happy, Blake.”

“It wasn’t my happiness I cared about. Maybe if it was then this would be a different conversation.”

“Yeah, well… live and learn. G’bye Blake.” He hesitated briefly, his fingers giving a drumming tap on the roof of my car. Then, he was walking across the parking lot, and away from me. And I hated that I couldn’t hate him the way I hated myself and that damn state.

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