#sorry this one took so long; i've been sick and work's been hell

[sezja]

Undercover, Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

The path from their cabin to the beachfront restaurant is a gentle, winding slope, elegantly paved in grey and black stones, flanked here and there with small brass lanterns. With the sun still blazing high overhead - Sanson gauges it to be perhaps two bells before noon - the lanterns are still dark, but they'll be a welcome guide once the sun sets. He peers behind him, back up the trail: the paved path winds up past their own cabin, vanishing into the treeline, no doubt tracing a path from one cabin to the next.

"If we wished to do so," he muses aloud, "we would have no trouble at all finding the other cabins."

Guydelot nods thoughtfully, pausing a moment to follow Sanson's line of vision, as well as his train of thought. After their years of working together, Sanson could nearly swear Guydelot can read his mind. "Aye, it ain't half so wild as it seems at a glance, is it? Wouldn't be hard at all to find a cabin, wait 'til someone went inside..."

"...And vanish back into the trees." Indeed, thick vegetation lines the path... though it's evident much of the greenery has been trimmed back by several fulms, and recently. Doubtless the island's owners are taking what steps they may to prevent future murders from taking place on their piece of paradise.

Sanson hopes they work.

It's a mixed blessing that their own cabin is closest to the beach, he reflects; while it will be easy to make their way to the beach each day, they'll have no ready excuse for wandering deeper into the forest toward the other cabins. Taking a romantic stroll, perhaps? There is a great deal of the island to explore: forests, mountains, rivers... surely no one would find it odd that they might seek out some quiet scenic vista? Part of the island's appeal, after all, was its many secluded romantic nooks and crannies; surely no one would take it amiss if they happened to go missing for a time while they were investigating-

"Ah!" Sanson lets out a startled squeak; Guydelot wrapped his arm around the shorter man's waist while he stood there ruminating.

"Right, that's enough woolgathering." The bard steers him back down the path, his arm resting comfortably around Sanson while they walk, as though they've been doing this their whole godsdamned lives! "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. What sort of food d'you reckon they have here? Fish?"

"They..." He can't quite make himself return Guydelot's embrace, and he prays his face isn't burning quite as hot as it feels, but he manages to keep himself from pulling away. It is best if they maintain their cover even when they presume themselves to be alone, after all... and this close to the beach, who knows who might be watching? And what will anyone observing have seen so far - they've left their cabin, taken in their surroundings... and then cozied up to each other to resume their walk to the beach. Harmless. Unassuming. Even their conversation - should it chance to be overheard - has been innocuous. Sanson thinks. He hopes.

Matron, what he wouldn't give to have this mission in more experienced hands!

"Th-they keep livestock on the island," he continues at last, stumbling over his tied tongue. "And they farm their own produce. Some species native to the Cieldalaes, some imported from Vylbrand and the mainland. The cuisine here is highly praised."

"Someone read all the advertisements. And the information booklets." Guydelot smirks. "Glad one of us did."

"It was research! I wanted to know what we were getting into-"

"I'd rather learn on the ground. You know me." The bard gives him a teasing little squeeze. Unaccountably, Sanson's heart stutters; he tenses.

It isn't quite a flinch, no, but it's enough to make Guydelot frown - frown, and release him. "Gods, Sanson," he says, quietly. "How long's it been?"

Now he knows his face is aflame. "Never mind that." He takes a deep breath. "I'll adjust. I must. We cannot guess who might be watching-"

"When this is over, remind me to set you up with somebody." Guydelot slings his arm around Sanson's shoulders instead - more familiar, more comfortable. They've walked home like this a thousand times. The wave of trepidation that threatened to swallow him recedes... leaving something in its place that feels curiously like disappointment. With himself, surely? He should be more than capable of rising to any challenge his commanders place before him, no matter what those challenges might demand...

But that is neither here nor there.

He shakes his head, smiling. "You know I've no time for a personal life."

"We'll make you some time." The bard grins. "Carve out a little space between you and the Adders where we can fit someone else. It'll do you good, Chief."

"Hush." He elbows the fool in the ribs, laughing despite himself. "How will it sound if my husband is plotting to set me up with someone else? Is the idea not to save this marriage?"

At last, they reach the beach: golden sands warmed by the sunshine, glowing beneath a perfect blue sky. A humble-yet-serviceable pier stretches out into the water, but at present, no ferries are docked; the island has its own private ferries, Sanson recalls, having arrived on one just that morning, and they make regular, alternating trips to and from the mainland. It wouldn't do to leave their prestigious clientele stranded, after all. Just now, both ships must be somewhere en route to Vylbrand...

"How well do you suppose the ferry captains monitor their passengers?" Sanson speaks quietly, glancing up at Guydelot. "One would hope-"

The bard nods, his own gaze flicking toward the empty pier. "The way things've been lately? I'd wager no one gets on without proof they've got themselves a reservation."

Sanson nods. "They did request that we identify ourselves." And there had been a guard onboard - a quiet, stern Sea Wolf who'd kept a careful eye on the passengers. How recent a development is that, Sanson wonders; there had been some grumbling among his fellow passengers, complaining that they were being watched as though they were common thieves. "He glares as though we might peel the gilding from the doorknobs," one woman had huffed, clutching her purse tightly - and glaring at Sanson in all his scruffy glory, as though he might very well be a thief.

Well, he couldn't very well tell her the man was likely meant to ward against far worse than thieves, could he? He and Guydelot are meant to be ignorant of the murders-

A small shake of his shoulders brings him back to the present: Guydelot is alerting him that they've reached the beachfront restaurant. Sanson drags himself out of his own woolgathering to better take in their surroundings.

And pleasant surroundings they are, at that; the restaurant is surprisingly cozy, for a building whose walls are open to the elements - the better to allow patrons to continue enjoying their ocean view, uninterrupted. Aside from a few private booths in the corners, the tables are spaced well apart, Sanson observes to his dismay; it will be difficult to listen in on conversations for any potential leads... but the open layout ought to make it easy enough to observe, he supposes. Surely they can find reasonable excuses to listen in on - or perhaps even follow - anyone who appears to be acting strangely...?

"Awful quiet for brunch," Guydelot says, and he isn't wrong - aside from themselves, only a few other patrons have deigned to descend to the beach just now. An elderly Lalafellin couple have nestled into one of the corner booths, whispering and giggling quietly to one another, their plates neglected. An Elezen man reads a book, taking occasional sips of his coffee, while his wife kneads his shoulders with a small, self-satisfied smile. A sulky-looking Seeker sits alone, fingering the truly ostentatious triple string of pearls around her neck, with fingers bedecked in gaudy rings.

Before Sanson can further observe any of their fellow breakfast-goers, however, a young Sea Wolf in a neat, crisp uniform approaches, her golden-amber eyes alight.

"Ah, new faces!" From her apron pocket, the woman plucks a notepad and quill, with efficiency even Sanson has cause to envy. "Welcome, sirs, to the Radiant Queen. Will ye be havin' a table? We've booths aplenty, if ye prefer."

Before Sanson can trip over his tongue, Guydelot gives his shoulder another small squeeze - this one a reassurance that he will take the lead here. Thank the Matron. The bard gives the hostess his most winning smile. "I reckon we'll take a cozy spot in the corner," he says, turning that smile on Sanson himself. "Don't you think so, love?"

Why in the world has his mouth gone so dry? Sanson clears his throat, praying he's not blushing again. Over a smile! Honestly. He's seen Guydelot smile a thousand times!

Matron preserve me, I'm bad at this.

Fortunately, the waitress reads something into his dizzy silence, giving them a knowing little smile - quickly covered, artfully masked by swiftly brushing a stray lock of dark hair over one ear. "'Tis a lucky thing ye came so early, it is; the booths go quick in the evenin'." she says, then bows, straightens. "Right this way, sirs?"

Pull yourself together, he orders himself, furious. He shrugs off Guydelot's arm, the better to follow the hostess. A corner booth isn't a bad idea, he reasons; they can observe the rest of the restaurant in relative peace - and without fearing eavesdropping. He fears he might know what the hostess suspects they'll be about in the privacy of their booth; mortifying as it is, he hopes it might convince her to give them some privacy, the better to make their observations...

Although... who better to ask about the island itself?

"Have you worked here long?" He asks, pleased to hear his voice emerge steady.

The woman nods as she walks, leading them to a booth not far from the kitchen; heavenly smells waft out. "Oh, aye, since the first! 'Tis me parents what own this slice of paradise, after all."

"Your parents!" Startled, Sanson glances over his shoulder at Guydelot; the bard looks just as surprised as he does. "And they have you seating patrons at tables?"

She laughs as they take their seats. "What are we, blood royals? Nay, sir; me folks were born to piracy, took to adventurin', and when they had ample gelt to toss about, they took to this place. We're workers, sir. We don't sit idle, and we don't scratch our bums while others do the work." She taps her notepad with her quill. "Right, then, lads. Me name's Mynarael, and it'll be me honor to take yer drink orders."

With their orders well in hand, Myrnarael saunters her way into the kitchen, calling orders as the door closes behind her. Guydelot watches her go, a look of admiration plain on his face.

Sanson kicks the man's shin beneath the table.

"Ow!" Guydelot scoots an ilm or two away, scowling. "What? She's got a commanding presence, is all."

"She's very likely married."

"There's no crime in looking." The bard's gaze slides sideways, toward the dining room. His voice lowers. "And speaking of looking..."

Sanson needn't follow Guydelot's eyes to know what the bard sees. The Miqo'te woman. "Aye. I saw her." Without looking - it won't do for them both to stare at her - Sanson recalls what he took in at his brief glance: she's their age, more or less; it can be difficult to gauge a Miqo'te's age. Coppery red hair, pinned up. Fine clothes. Tail swishing, agitated. No partner in sight - perhaps that was the source of her frustration? She'd not be here on the island alone, surely.

"Not a chance in any hell she belongs to those jewels," Guydelot observes. "She's as fiddly with them as you are with that ring." He looks pointedly at Sanson's hands.

He'd not realized he had begun fussing with his false wedding ring again.

Placing his hands - pointedly - flat on the table, he asks, quietly, "Do you think we may have our first suspect?"

"I reckon she's worth a look." Guydelot shrugs, leaning back in the booth. "She's all alone, eh? Reckon I could talk to her, see what's on her mind..."

"Tell me you don't mean to flirt with her," Sanson says, fighting the urge to groan, and struggling to keep his voice down. "Guydelot! She's at a couples' retreat!"

"And all by herself. No other half in sight. She's lonely, I'd wager."

"You'll blow our cover."

"I say I'm just bein' friendly-"

But their conversation - very well, argument - is interrupted by the return of Myrnarael with their drinks. "What's all this, then?" She sets the drinks down carefully, then stands with her hands on her hips, looking like nothing so much as a disapproving mother. "Trouble in paradise? In my Queen? What's all this bickerin', lads?"

Once more, Guydelot comes to the rescue (As well he should, Sanson thinks, worrying about what the woman might have overheard). He lifts his hands in a placating gesture. "We were just curious about our fellow patron," he says, nodding toward the Miqo'te woman. "Seems like an odd place to be all by one's lonesome, eh? We wondered if she might be lonely, is all."

To Sanson's surprise, for a moment, Myrnarael's professional mask slips - he catches a glimpse of something, too quick to name.

He thinks it might be fear.

Then it's gone, replaced by a smile that doesn't quite light up her golden eyes anymore. "Never you mind Miss R'Shenna," she instructs, shifting to position herself between them and the Miqo'te, blocking their view. "She's something of a regular here, and we take her privacy very seriously."

"A regular," Sanson repeats, before he can stop himself. Who could commit multiple violent crimes on the island, if not someone who returned to it again and again? It would have to be someone who spent a great deal of time here - an employee, he'd thought... but what if the murderer was a visitor?

A regular client, visiting the island over and over, taking advantage of her fellow patrons...

He meets Guydelot's eyes, and sees the same realization reflected there.

Guydelot recovers first, of course, blinking in not-entirely-feigned surprise. "A regular," he also repeats, but this time with a sense of awe. "Huh! I didn't think a place like this'd have regulars. Cost us an arm and a leg just to come the once, didn't it, love?"

His heart is hammering in his chest; he wants nothing so much as to arrest the woman - R'Shenna? - at once... but without proof, his hands are tied. "Yes," Sanson manages, smiling. "But... but surely she isn't here alone?" An accomplice acting as her lover, perhaps?

Some tension fades from Myrarael's shoulders, and she smiles, nodding. "Ah, it's kind boys, ye be," she says, warm. "But never ye fear. She's here with her man, same as you. He just don't take kindly to the sea - like as not, he's still green-gilled back at his cabin. Might be as he'll turn up for dinner... but you mind me," she adds, stern. "You leave 'em both be, you understand me?"

So there is a partner! Gods, if only they could find some way to convince Myrnarael to tell them which cabin the couple were staying in... perhaps by pretending to be concerned for the sick man? But no, 'tis best not to tip their hand too early; perhaps they might be able to tail R'Shenna back home...?

"You'll have to excuse him," Guydelot is saying; Sanson blinks, resurfacing from his thoughts. The bard is smiling at him, all soft and warm in a way that makes Sanson's stomach flutter (even if he knows it's all an act, damn it all), and he gets the uncomfortable feeling he's been staring intently into space for several heartbeats. "My Sanson's a fretful sort; he's likely working himself into a fit," Guydelot continues, "worrying about Miss R'Shenna and her man."

"I-"

"Myrnarael's been trying her damnedest to get your order," Guydelot replies, sounding tremendously amused. "Unless you want me to order for you? You know I know what you like."

Stop that. Sanson manages an indignant squeak in response. "I swear-"

"He'll have the same as me," Guydelot says, all innocence, beaming up at the woman. "And another cup of coffee, by the time you're done."

She glances at Sanson for confirmation, to her credit - and to Guydelot's, Sanson reluctantly nods his agreement; though he doesn't know precisely what the bard ordered, history suggests it will at least be something Sanson can stomach. While Myrnarael bustles off once more, he kicks Guydelot's shin again.

"Ow! You know, I'll probably have to walk around with my bare legs showing at some point, and people'll wonder about the bruises-"

"'You know I know what you like?'"

"Am I wrong?" Guydelot grins. "Just playin' the part, Chief. Relax a little. Have fun with it."

Sanson sinks in his seat, taking a deep swallow of his much-cooled coffee. "We have a lead."

"Aye, and fast, too." Guydelot's looking at R'Shenna again; she's eating her own food, with a ferocity that suggests she's angry with it. Or perhaps she is angry that her man's not here? Frustrated that she's left to work alone, maybe? "We'll keep an eye on her. And her man. We'll pick him out tonight, if he shows."

"Ought we try to follow her?"

"Reckon we can make it look natural?" Guydelot shrugs. "We don't want to put her on edge, eh? Let her think we're just a pair of bumbling Gridanian lovebirds... shite."

"Wh-"

"She's caught me staring."

"Guydelot. Stop staring, then!"

"Say somethin', will you? Loud enough she'll hear it."

"Wh-"

"Act the jealous lover, will you? You were doing it so well earlier."

"I was not-" He takes a deep breath. Puts on his very best offended face - not difficult; he's frustrated as it is - and sets his coffee down firmly on the table with a smack. "You know, perhaps the reason this marriage is failing is your wandering eyes!"

The room, already not terribly loud, quiets abruptly.

As though being startled from a trance, Guydelot turns to blink at him - batting those lovely eyelashes of his, with only Sanson to see the pure amusement lurking in the depths of his bright eyes. "My eyes might wander," he says, having the audacity to slide his hand into Sanson's, lacing their fingers together. "But I assure you, light of my life, my heart never does."

Sanson's vision swims. "Oh."

Guydelot lifts Sanson's hand to his lips, the better to hide his wicked grin. Quietly, he adds, "At a loss for words, Chief? That's new."

A ripple of quiet laughter spreads through the room, and the interrupted conversations resume. Sanson, his heart racing for new reasons, risks a glance at R'Shenna. Her violet eyes are still on them, narrowed... but she looks away at last, returning her attention to her meal. Sanson lets out a breath.

"Not bad," Guydelot says, plainly fighting the urge to laugh.

Sanson tugs his hand back, gripping his cup once more with hands that are not trembling, from nerves or anxiety or... or whatever he felt just a moment ago. "You laid it on too thick."

"Aye, well, next time I'll smack your arse and say, loud as I can, 'What more does a man need?'"

"You are insufferable," Sanson says, mortified, but he can't help laughing; the sheer ridiculousness of this mission... but with a target in sight, he thinks, surely it won't last much longer. They'll find some proof of R'Shenna's crimes - and her man's, like as not - and put an end to the bloodshed, and return to their lives. Their lives, and their usual relationship, with none of the odd twists and turns that make the very ground beneath Sanson's feet feel queerly unsteady.

Strange, how he isn't quite looking forward to that part.

#sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #my writing #undercover fic #sorry this one took so long; i've been sick and work's been hell #sanson's beginning to enjoy the game a little too much. u wu

[planetpiastri]

pairing: lando norris x fem!australian!reader [no faceclaim] summary: honestly, you kind of expected this part-time gig to just be four days of pure chaos that gave you an excuse to see an f1 race up close. then some guy in the fanzone complimented your shoes, and the rest is history. notes: requested by anon!! this has been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages, sorry love <3 y'all are so brave for putting up with me while i try and remember how tf to write these uhhh yeah this one took a turn hope u like it anyway LMFAO

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ausgp Arriving in style! The lads looked great at the Melbourne Walk today 🤩🤩

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landonorris he shoots, he scores! thanks for such a warm welcome melbourne :)

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[lovelybrooke]

Third-years reactions to reader wanting to leave

Sorry this took forever, I've been relaxing with my family, but it's here now, so enjoy. Also, tell me if you want a separate post for the staff, I'm willing to do one.

First years---second years.

Trey

Trey figures out you're thinking about leaving when Riddle comes to him in tears. It was the first time since his overblot that he saw him so distraught. He honestly didn't know what to think, since he was too busy trying to comfort his friend. When he finally got time alone, he was truly just confused. Why would you want to leave? He knows you've always wanted to go home, and that you've been working on it for a long time, but does that really mean you have to leave? You have a good life here, friends, people who care about you. Leaving doesn't really seem like the right option. He's not as erratic as some of the others, but he definitely goes through some emotions. Mostly confusion, then anger, then understanding. He gets why you want to leave, this world hasn't been that kind to you. But that doesn't' mean he's just going to except it without at least trying to get you to change your mind.

And that's what he does. He explains how leaving could lead to a lot of problems. What if something bad happens when you attempt to leave, like another overblot or Grim goes nuts. Who will be here to keep all these rowdy boys in line? He tries so hard to convince you it's a stupid decision, without making It sounds like he thinks you're stupid. He's a great manipulator, and doesn't exactly feel bad when he has to do so. You need to stay,

Cater

Cater figures it out from simply watching Trey. It was easily figure out something was up when Trey seemed out of it, messing up recipes and not behaving like his usual composed Trey self. Honestly, he should've figured it out sooner, with the supposed "sickness" his housewarden came down with not too long ago. It didn't take a genius to figure out what everyone was so hung up on. You wanted to leave, what's the big deal. Wasn't that your whole goal the entire time? Why is everyone so surprised.

Cater puts up an uncaring front, acting the same around you. He even supports you on your adventures in the future when you eventually leave. However, behind closed doors, he's an absolute reck. Crying as he scrolls through photo after photo of you, some with the both of you, and some that you definitely weren't away he'd taken. He'd can't believe you want to leave, after everything that's happened you'd just abandon them. Abandon him. His anger quickly melts into determination. He's just not good enough yet, that's it. That's fine, he can fix it, he'll make everything perfect for you. He gets Heartslabyul back into shape, mainly their housewarden, and demands perfection. He'll get everything back to the way it was before, and then you won't even think about leaving.

Leona

Leona learns about your plan from Jack. Like a good first year he tells him right away. Leon honestly doesn't care, not because he wants you to leave, the exact opposite really. He just knows there's no way in hell that you're leaving. You've managed to enamor some of the most powerful people imaginable, and you think you'll just be able to leave? That's funny, but no.

He doesn't understand what Jack and Ruggie are so worked up about. So what if there's some stupid mirror, there's no proof it works. Even if it does work, one of them will just find a way to get you back, no big deal.

He huffs and complains when Ruggie demands he talk to you, believing he can talk some sense into you. He shows up at your dorm with an uncaring expression, talking to you blankly. He tells you that there's no chance you can leave, and you should get it out of your little head. He yawns, and lays his large body on your couch, before threatening to break that mirror if you do forget about it. He falls asleep right after, like he didn't just scar you.

Rook

Rook likes to keep an eye on you, party because Vill asks him too, and party because he wants to. Because of this, he finds out fairly quickly, but waits to do anything about it until he's sure it's true. Then, he tells Vil so that an actual plan can be made. Though, he's never that worried. He has faith that his wonderful housewarden will be able to convince you to remain in this world. Even as Vil and Epel are panicking, he's calm and composed the entire time.

There is a part of him though, a small, small part of him, that wonders what life would be like without you. His mind is blank when he tries to do so, however. You've brought so much beauty into his world, without you it would just be cold and grey. He's reminded of this beauty whenever he watches you, you're so brave and compassionate. He's drawn to you in a way he cannot explain, there are never enough words to do so in one sitting. So, instead, he sends you poem after poem, all in different spots each day. He just wants to remind you that people care about you. Though, as time goes on, and the year gets closer to ending, the poems become more and more sinister and creepy. They're filled with dark reminders of what everyone would do to keep you here, with them. The once sweet and loving lines are replaced to be dark and obsessive.

You wonder what Rook truly feels, if the flowery words you came to enjoy were just a front for the deep and obsessed loved he truly felt.

Knowing him you'd never really know.

Vil

Vil learns from Rook, and he can't believe it. You? Leaving? That can be right? Though, Rook came to him with enough evidence for it to be possible. For a second he considers breaking down right there. If you leave, what would everything he'd done be for? He's worked so hard to become someone you'd love, and you're just going to leave him. He doesn't though, he remains calm and poised, and quickly comes up with a plan with Rook. He knows something must be done about this, especially before others find out.

Whenever Vil is done however, he's a mess. He's in shambles, wondering what he could've done better. Maybe if he was prettier, kinder, smarter, just...more, you wouldn't want to leave. He runs through his mind, wondering what he could do to make you stay. In the end, he decides it's best to talk with you, over the phone however, you can't see him like this. He pleads with you to stay, to reconsider. If you're worried about where to stay during the summer, he's sure his father wouldn't mind you staying with them. Do you not feel happy here? What can he do better, please just tell him so he can fix this, so things can go back to normal, please?

Idia

Idia learns from his brother, who's distraught. Honestly, he should've expected this. He knew this great thing would never last, someone who was kind to him and treated him like a person rather than a bother. He knew you'd get bored and leave. It doesn't make it any less disappointing when you do though. He sits in his room and doesn't leave, which isn't that strange for Idia. What is strange is him being so motivated to keep you here. He hacks into any devices that you have, seeing who you're talking to incase someone convinced you to leave. He also watches you through these devices, making sure you don't actually do anything you might regret.

He almost feels bad, snooping through your stuff like this. Emphasis on almost, however, since this isn't the first time he's done so. It's like he's numb to invading your privacy. He justifies it by believing that he's doing good, he's preventing you from leaving them, from ruining everything everyone has worked for. So what if he's snooping through your phone and reporting back anything suspicious to the others, it's your fault for wanting to leave them so badly. Even with all the mental gymnastics he does, he never once tries to contact you, too afraid of what you might say or do. He doesn't want to loose your friendship, and he can't stand you being mad at him. He's content with watching you from a distance, regardless of how creepy it is.

Lilia

Lilia's known. From the moment the thought was put into your small human head he's known you were planning on leaving. Honestly, he doesn't blame you, the children around this school are anything but subtle. If it wasn't for the lack of resources, you'd would've left this place sooner. But no, you're still here, and you've wormed your way into the hearts of these precious students, and now you have to face the consequences. He doesn't see a point in contacting you or trying to get you to change your mind. He knows that you're serious about it from the befuddled reactions from the students. In fact, he spends most of his time trying to comfort Malleus, since Sebek just had to go and tell him.

"Oh don't worry Malleus, they're not gonna leave." He coons to the poor dragon and he wallows. In truth, he fears for you, for Malleus's reaction. He knows it's only a matter of time before his sadness becomes rage, and at that point Lilia isn't sure he can help.

Lilia doesn't want you to leave. In fact, if you were just a bit smaller he's sure he would've picked you up and never let you go. You're just adorable, thinking you can leave them. And even if you do, there's always a possibility that they'll just find a way to you.

Malleus

In rained the day the news was brought to Malleus from Sebek. Well, rain was really and understatement, it was more like a thunderstorm, rattling all the windows in the school, threatening them to break. It was no secret that the Diasomnia housewarden was enamored with you, he never cared to hide it. So when rain and wind came crashing down, no one spoke a word about it, too afraid of what might happen to them.

Malleus can't possibly wonder why'd you want to leave, they've spoiled you to no end, provided you a home and care, practically worshipped you. He's personally made sure that you were treated the best, because you were the best, at least in his eyes. So what if you were just some magic-less human, you were his magic-less human, and that's all that mattered.

Malleus spends the beginning wallowing in his own pity, too depressed to leave his bed. He's afraid to face you, party because he doesn't know what he'd do when he'd finally see you again. He spends his time being comforted by Lilia, who tries to convince him that you leaving is impossible, which Malleus never believes.

Finally, when the skies clear and people can finally go outside again, do they see Mallues walking the Halls of Night Raven. He's composed, standing tall and regal. When he arrives at your dorm, seeing you for the first time in days, he doesn't belittle you or loose control. Instead, he offers you a smile, before taking your hand as you fall into a deep slumber.

There, he erases any silly little thought about leaving. You'd awake like nothing happened, smiling and happy, ready to see the friends that cared so much about you. You'll never know about the mirror missing from your room, or the chaos you caused because of an offhanded comment made at lunch. All you'll know is you had a silly little dream that felt way, way too real.

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A/n: I hoped you enjoyed, sorry for taking so long.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Angst with a happy ending, older Eddie, reader acting like a brat. Arguments then fluff. 18+, mdni.

🎀✨💞

Sex. Just sex. That's all you were to Eddie. Knowing it and accepting it was hard for you. So much so that you were in one hell of a mood.

And acting like a major brat. At first Eddie took it in his stride, maybe you were getting sick or you didn't sleep that good.

He usually had endless patience when it came to you. You had him wrapped around your little finger yet you didn't even know it. Not that Eddie would admit it but it was true.

Despite that your attitude was beginning to grate on him and he had enough.

Eddie loses patience. "What the fuck is wrong with you today? why are you so bitchy?" He's put up with your sullenness and attitude all day and he's tired of it.

"I'm fine" you snap, there's no way you could tell him what was really wrong. That you were completely in love with him and he only saw you as a fuck buddy.

Then that would be the end of your relationship and you didn't want it to end. You had grown attached to Eddie so quickly, you'd be heartbroken if your relationship ended.

"Obviously you're not fine if you've been in a mood all day. What the hell is wrong? Clearly I spoil you too fucking much because you're acting like a spoiled brat" tears pool in your eyes and you will them away.

"So now I'm just an annoyance to you?" You question him and he shakes his head, throwing his arms up in the air.

"I give up. You're twisting my words" you look away feeling your heart sink at his words. Maybe you should just tell him? Rip off the band aid or so to speak.

Unfortunately your mouth runs away with you before you can think about it. "You're the one who called me a brat" he rolls his eyes, folds his arms across his chest and gives you a dark look.

"Because you are! From the moment you woke up to now, all I've had is you bitching in my ear even when I asked you what is wrong, you don't answer"

Anxiety claws in your veins and you don't know what to say to salvage the situation. You shouldn't have been so moody, you know that but the argument had pretty much spiralled out of control.

"Well why don't I just leave then if I'm annoying you so much?" you snap and gather your clothes. He shrugs and his body language turns cold, colder then you've ever seen.

"Maybe you should" the tears flow freely at his tone and you kick yourself as you rush downstairs. You may have just ruined everything.

You were so scared that admitting your feelings to Eddie would mean you would lose him, and it was killing you keeping your feelings a secret.

Turns out that maybe you had just lost him anyway.

...

After the argument with Eddie you feel even worse and plan to cuddle in bed and shut off from the world just for a little bit.

Eddie had other plans. It isn't long before he's at your house, quietly letting himself in and making his way upstairs. He hated seeing you cry, it was like a punch to the gut and he was anxious to make it up to you.

He was also very keen to get to the root of the problem and why you were acting out so much today. Something was bothering you for you to act this way. He wanted to find out what it was.

Your quiet sobs reach him and it tears at his heart as he enters your room and finds you curled up on the bed. Hiding away.

Tenderly Eddie stokes your hair and you turn to face him. He wipes your tears away and sighs.

"You didn't have to come over so late. I know you're working early tomorrow" you murmur and he softens as he lays beside you.

"I'm my own boss. I make my own start time sweetheart. I had to see you. Couldn't sleep without my princess beside me could I?" He settles beside you and you smile.

"I'm sorry, I was bitchy. I didn't mean to be" he kisses your hair and nods accepting the apology.

"I'm sorry, princess. I shouldn't have yelled at you or called you a brat. Please tell me what's wrong? You're obviously anxious about something" you bite your lip and he waits for you to say.

"I'm scared" you whisper to him and he feels heartbroken at this. He never wants you to feel scared or that you can't talk to him, you can talk to him about anything.

"Princess, you can tell me anything. You never have to be scared of telling me anything" he holds you close and feels you relax. You still hide your face in his shoulder as you work up the courage to talk to him.

"I'm in love with you, I know you don't feel the same way but I just wanted you to know. It's killing me not saying anything"

Eddie is stunned. This is what got you so worked up, that you were in love with him? Did you think he'd reject you?

Jesus h Christ, did you not realise that he was so in love with you too? He'd never felt this way about anyone. It scared him how deep his feelings were but he has been planning to tell you for ages.

He just wanted it to be the right time and be romantic. Turns out he had waited too long and you were thinking he didn't love you.

That wouldn't do at all.

"I'm so in love with you. How can you not see that?" Eddie caresses your cheek and you feel all of your fears slip away. You snuggle into him and peer up with pure joy on your face.

"I love you too Eddie"

All of this angst and shit could have been avoided if you had both just spoken up sooner. Both of you make a vow that night to always communicate your feelings.

But first a lot of making up was required ;)

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson

[thewintersoldatt]

SORRY, NOT SORRY -RAFE CAMERON

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!listener

Summary: Rafe can be a “good” boyfriend when he wants to be… with a sprinkle of manipulation of course.

Warnings: Naughty language, Fluff low-key from our toxic daddy, ft. JJ being a chaotic mess.

notes: This audio is set during 1x05. Instead of it being midsummer's, it's the listeners birthday! I've been working on this all week and I'm tired of listening to it on repeat, so if something doesn't add up, it's because I got lazy. And I wish Rafe told me he loved me. 😭

word count: Its audio, my panties are wet and so are yours.

Scene one

JJ: Ah, would you look at this! It's our birthday girl!

You: What are you doing here?

Our cutie patootie rambles on then walks off with the security guard.

During this pause count to about 6 or 7.

You: What the hell did you guys do to his face?

Rafe: We didn't do anything… his face was like that when he…showed up.

You: Well, why did you guys corner him in here?

Rafe: We were just making sure... he knew his place. And that he's not allowed here. If anything, we were doing you and your parents a favor, I mean, god knows what he already took.

You: You promised me you wouldn’t start anything tonight, Rafe.

Rafe: Can you give us a minute? I'd like to talk to my girlfriend... alone, so get out. Alright, um, can I speak first since you wanna do this right now?

You: Go ahead.

Rafe: How long have you lived here?

You: I was born here.

Rafe: Yes you were born here, but where - where did you grow up?

You: Figure 8.

Rafe: Yes, you grew up on Figure 8. And where did... our pal JJ grow up?

You: The cut.

Rafe: The Cut. and that's exactly my point, baby. We're kooks. And... what is JJ again?

You: Jesus, Rafe don't start-

Rafe: Come on, you wanna talk, let’s talk. What about communication? Isn’t that what we're supposed to be working on?

Count to 3 during this pause.

You: He’s a pouge.

Rafe: See that wasn't so hard, now was it? Now, let me make something clear, and stop me if you get a little confused - you and me. We’re practically royalty on this island. We’re together for a reason. And before you saying, yes I do love you. I always have and I always will. You’re mine. You’re it for me, sweetheart. And… you’re a kook. So, start acting like one before I do something about it, mkay?

You: God, you’re a dick you know that? How about you leave too.

Rafe: Ugh, look I’m sorry, alright? It’s just… it’s just when I saw him on the patio talking to Sarah I lost it. This is supposed to be your day and I didn’t want him ruining it. Kind of like when… uh… we switched out the coke with flour and gave it to Top because he ate your cupcakes.

You: And how is that relevant to this?

Rafe: It’s sorta the same thing. You - you worked hard on those. Uh, he ate them. I was pissed because they were for me. And you were upset because I wanted to punch him in the throat. Tomato, tomahto. Blah, blah, blah. See you’re smiling, I love it when you smile.

You: You’re such a sap.

Rafe: I love you.

You: I love you too.

Rafe: And again, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause a scene, I just didn’t know how else to get him to leave. You know how JJ and his friends are. All of them are drawn to us like a moth to a flame. Now, uh, can we put this behind us and get back to the party?

You: Thats the smartest thing that’s come out of your fat mouth all night, baby.

Rafe: By the way, I really do think he took something from your bedroom.

You: What?

Rafe: I saw him come down from the hallway, unless he took something from your dad’s office?

You: You’re serious?

Rafe: As a heart attack.

You: But… I’ve never done anything to him.

Rafe: That’s what they do though. You should know this by now. They butter you up, just to take whatever they can right from under our noses. It’s sick, if I’m being honest.

You: So much for trying to be civil.

Rafe: I know, yeah, I’ll talk to your dad, and um, see what we can do. But for now, let’s go celebrate. It’s not everyday someone turns 17.

@rafesapologist @rvfecamerons @sadfury @rafesthroatbaby @rafesaddiction @hockeybabe87 @rafeinterlude @starkeyisthelastname @secretly-tumb1r @kingkylie444 @stayonmars @maybankswhore @barbiiecams @princessmisery666 @ilovebarrykeoghan

If you would like to be tagged, I gotchu sis.

#drew starkey #ai generated #rafe x you #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #i’m in love #my original post #my original writing #enjoy the audio

[mooncalf87]

Do you have headcanons for Alastor and his mother?

YES I'm so sorry this took me so long to anwser

Also I cant think of a proper name for Alastors mama so we are just referring to her as "alastors mama" in this

Inspiration for a few of these come from the appleradio fic "Permission to Touch" on Ao3 by Nyou! Its an amazing fic, you all should go and read it :3

Alastor and his Mama hcs <3

Alastor got sick a lot as a child, and some of his best memorys were his mama taking care of him

She didn't pass away until after Alastor was killed

Alastor never moved out because he never saw a real reason to, and his mama was just fine with that.

She was a cook in life

There was almost CONSTANTLY music playing in their home

Alastors mama helped him start his radio broadcast in life! Without her he would've never been able to accomplish everything he did

Mimzy and Alastors mom got along great!! Mimzy was one of Alastors only friends so she hung around their house a lot

After Heaven and Hell start working together in peace, Alastor gets to see his mama again (who is an angel)

She is not proud of alastor for all the terrible things he has done, but he is still her baby, and she has all the love for him in the world.

Alastor brings his mama to Cannibal Town! No one trys to eat her because "any family of Al, is a friend of ours." Alastor introduces his mama to Rosie, who immediately hit it off and become friends. Alastors mama shares all the embarrassing Alastor storys to Rosie <3

Alastors mama LOVES everyone at the hotel. Especially Charlie! She reminds her of herself when she was young

They can't spend more then 24 hours in a realm that they weren't assigned to at death, but Alastor and his mama visit each other a lot

In heaven, Alastors mom has a close friend group that consists of Emily, Molly, and Sir Pentious! She's shocked when she finds out Molly and Pents relations to the hotel/hotel members

In heaven Alastors mama owns a restaurant <3

Alastors mama doesn't know many of the other overlords very well (other then rosie), but she likes Carmilla Carmine and her daughters a lot

Alastor doesn't come to heaven as much as his mama comes to hell to visit him, people up there are still not as welcoming as Hell can be

His mama loves Lucifer. So much. Thinks he's the sweetest little guy

Her form is a sheep! She's just about as tall as Alastor, maybe just a few inches shorter.

Alastors mama LOVES to draw! She is an amazing artist

(These next ones include appleradio, so if you arnt a fan of that ship, you've read all I've got to offer! :)

Alastor and Lucifer don't tell als mama about their relationship for a little while! She is originally apprehensive about Luci due to the fact that he is the literal DEVIL, but they tell her once she starts warming up to him

She is very excited about their relationship!! She can see how much they care for each other in their little actions (like covering another with a blanket if they're cold, little sweet stuff like that)

Once alastors mama realizes that Luci isn't this big scary guy like he's said to be in heaven, she warms right up to him. They love gossiping together

I take HC requests!!

#hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor and lucifer #alastor the radio demon #alastor x lucifer #lucifer x alastor #the radio demon #radio demon #radioapple #appleradio #alastors mama #alastors mom hazbin hotel #mama alastor #does she seriously have no tags #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel headcanon

[d34dlysinner]

Since I'm currently recovering from the flu, I've been wondering how would the kings react to MC being sick with a fever? (You can also add Marbas, Buer, and Morax if you like!)

Satan pressed his hand against your forehead and checked your temperature. "You're indeed burning up...", he says to himself as he asks Sitri to contact one of the doctors. It's Hell, more specifically Gehenna, and everyone here in his territory arrives and leaves in the same state. So he wouldn't risk him taking care of you. He's not bad at it, but being a doctor isn't his job. He will help you get the stuff you need and check if you've taken your medicine. Mammon became worried at your weakened state as he asked you if you were feeling alright. His hands which would normally wander to your bottom would this time rest on your forehead as he feels the heat radiating from your body. The moment you said that you felt sick he asked someone to bring in doctors. He wants you to feel at your best in Hell and will make sure that nothing will harm you, not even something as 'little' as a cold. Leviathan saw how drained and pale you looked and instantly knew that you were sick. 'Do you need energy again?', he asked himself as he calculated the last time you got devil essence. When he realized that it wasn't that long ago, he knew that you had some sort of illness. He demanded the first devil he saw to bring a doctor. After that, he made sure that you were put on bedrest until you were good again. Beelzebub would drag you to the doctors in Paradise Lost and wait there with you. He would also use this as an excuse to avoid his work and his responsibilities. He said with a huge smile on his face "Sorry, Bael... The child of Solomon is sick, so. They'll need me to take care of them... You want to come over? No. Not needed.", he said on the phone before quickly shutting down the call. After the quick appointment with the doctors, he got some instructions. It was pretty simple for him... And boring. So he dropped you off at Avisos and made sure the others would help you. He'll occasionally come and bring some food he made. Whether you want to consume that stuff or not is up to you. He could've left you at Paradise Lost, but he knew it'd be harder to see you at times and to help a bit. Marbas always knows what to do when someone's under the weather, but he saw this opportunity to keep you longer at Paradise Lost. Also, he couldn't do much without clear orders from Lucifer. So, he settled with letting you take a room in the hospital and coming in the room for daily checkups. Until you're better again. Buer would instantly prescribe you medicine. He allows you to rest in one of the rooms with private rooms. This way no devil could annoy you. He was a good caretaker and made nice teas. Let's say that you were cured very fast. Morax has the ability to take away your illness and other pains in seconds, but that would also mean that he would be sick and that he'd see you go the moment he did that. He asked permission to you if you were alright with staying in Paradise Lost for a while until you were cured. You knew his abilities but also understood that it'd be sad, especially for him, to leave him the moment he took over your cold or flu.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #whb asks #whb leviathan #whb satan #whb beel #whb mammon #whb marbas #whb buer #whb morax

[thought--bubble]

Taking a little breaky break

This is just a heads up for my small little group of people on here. I have come to call my friends. I just wanted to let you all know that I'm going to be taking a much needed respite from tumblr and probably discord, too. I am feeling lost, sad,overwhelmed, and confused.

I know it sounds silly or whatnot, but all of this stuff is overwhelming and depressing, and I feel sick when I open this app at this point.

The best word to use, I guess, would be winded, maybe?

I joined Tumblr in Sept 23, and at first, it was really fun, a much needed escape from my daily never-ending list of crap to do.

I unfortunately learned how crazy this fandom can get early on and the hard way. I had hoped that that was just a one-off due to my newbie ignorance and took it as a lesson learned for myself.

But it's starting to feel like the drama never fucking stops. It just keeps going, and nice people, kind people, just get dragged and ridiculed for seemingly no reason. I will pathetically admit that I am a sensitive soul, and the things I've read and seen have seriously negatively affected me.

When people are catty regarding people they don't like or that don't like them, I can usually reconcile that to a particular degree. People are, in fact, people. Not everyone is going to vibe with everyone, and people will make jokes at others' expense, and it isn't exactly mature, but it happens.

That is what I expected when I heard this was coming. Some catty shit slinging between people who don't like each other.

But that isn't all this was, and I'm having a really hard time with that. I even thought, "Oh maybe some moderately rude jokes here and there where you know cultural differences and stuff could account for that" like I'm from the northeast and we can be harsh out here. So something that may be offensive to someone from another area may be looked at here just as a joke made in poor taste.

I know I myself have made jokes or whatnot, but you would think certain things would be off limits.

I thought I could combat the negative with positives. Silly jokes, little messages filled with love, but even that isn't working at this point.

My heart hurts, and my brain hurts.

And all this stuff has made me question myself. I had a block list a mile long for the longest time. Filled predominantly with people I had never spoken to because I was scared, nervous, I didn't want to accidentally interact with a post of someone who would be upset that I did, I unfollowed blogs I liked based on this same principle. I just desperately did not want to make someone mad or uncomfortable and find myself back in some weird mean anon tornado.

I tried to sus out who would be bothered by my presence and who wouldn't. I can't even know if my thoughts on who may or may not be upset by me were based on my paranoia or a perception i developed or was potentially affected by outside sources.

Now, i just don't know what the hell is going on.

Sorry for the word vomit. Just wanted to be honest. There are some of us out here who are just standing around with question marks over our heads.

Maybe it's because I wasn't here for a lot of that other weirdness. Maybe it's because of early events that shaped my experience on this app, but I for sure 100% need a break.

I'm an odd duck and love this app mostly because it's the only site I've seen where others actively fan-girl over my favorite Ewan character.

But right now, not even my love for Will can keep me on this app, and for those who know me, that's truly saying something.

This post is not meant to badmouth anyone at all. Honestly at this point I couldn't bad mouth anyone because I'm fucking lost on who anyone really is or how they really feel about things, dude I'm just plain lost.

Thank you to those who have been kind. My apologies to those I may have judged or assumed things about based on who the hell knows.

I hope that when I come back, I can open this app without yet another person that I like having a post of them being torn apart. Or a post of a story that I had heard being told in a completely different way and throwing me for a complete loop.

For now I am going to watch Will edits on TikTok and maybe read via Ao3.

Love and healing vibes to all.

#To my lovelies #I'll be back #I'm just not sure when #hotd fandom

[madude21]

Over time

Suzanne loved being pregnant with her bosses baby. Not only was he a good lover but also a great boss. When she started at a tech company she never imagined she would have it so easy.

At first she was just a regular secatatary, taking calls, scheduling meetings, and all the boring paper work no one wanted to do. After awhile she was sick of it and went to her boss ,Jack, to ask for a more important position.

She never really thought anything of him until she saw how dirty he really was. One day, as she approached his corner office she saw that it was locked and started to head back to her desk. Bit before that she heard a muffled "AAAHHH" sound.

Fearing her boss was in trouble she unlocked the door to help him. When the door was opened she saw Jack rubbingone out to his computer."GET THE HELL OUT" he yelled.

She quickly shut the door and stated back to her desk. So many thoughts were going through her head as she tried to forget about what she saw. Not 5 minutes had passed before Jack called her back into his office.

"I'm sorry you had to see that Suzanne, I know it was wrong and I'll think twice before trying that again. But please can we keep this between us, my dad would kill me if he found out what I did at his company" he explained

"I think we should get you a new lock. I got into your office with just a paper clip" Suzanne said in a calm voice. "What, why are you thinking about the door Suzanne"

"You can call me Suzie, and I think you're dad is the least of your worries". He gulped "I'm done for ain't I?" He asked with fear in his voice. "Now ever since I started here you've treated me fair and I think we can reach a fair agreement"

Jack thought the worst as he started to worry about what Suzie was planning. "what did you have in mind?"he asked in a shaky voice. "I know there a new branch management position open, I would like to have it" Suzie said smirking. "Done, it's yours" Jack said hoping that it was all. "There is one other thing". Susie got up and walk towards Jack with malicious intent.

"I want you put a baby's in me" Susie demanded. "What did you say?" Jack wanted to make sure that this was real. "With all this work I've been doing I haven't been able to really live a social life and I want to become a mother before it's too late". Jack was astonished, he didn't really have a social life either because he grew up rich and was basically raised by tutors. "I... uh... don't know what to say". "Don't say anything, just sit there and look pretty" Suzie bent over and took her panties off and dropped on the floor infront of him. Jack's heart raced as he couldn't believe what was happening right now. "Are we really doing this, right here, right now?". Susie ignored his words and started to unbuckle his pants. Jack was in shock, he knew that this was wrong but he was afraid of what she might do if he stopped her.

"just relax and try to be quiet this time" she put her leg over his chair, as her wet pussy hovered over his cock, she guided his dick inside her. "mmnng" she moned softly as to not draw any attention. Jack was enjoying himself until "hnnng" he didn't last long. Susie felt his worm cum inside her "that's ok boss, I got what I wanted". She got off him, turned around and bent over to pick he panties up.

"I'm not done yet" jack grabbed her wrist, his cock was still hard and his confidence had grown. "I don't mind making sure I'm pregnant" she leaned on his desk and presented her cum filled pussy. "I'm gonna enjoy this" he whispered in her ear as he started ramming his hips against her ass. His dick reaching deep inside her. They didn't care how loud they were, they fucked each other all morning that day.

That was 9 months ago and now Suzie sat in her own office with her beautifully round belly. Jack had her office custom made so that their coworkers were deaf to the sounds of their "one on one meetings". Jack entered her office and locked the door "thought we could have some fun before the meeting. How's my son doing". "he has been causing some trouble in there, I think he wants his daddy". Suzie bent over on here chair, awaiting Jack's dick. "You shouldn't even be working being a week overdue, but I can't deny that ass" Jack began fucking her. Wrapping his hands around her plump baby bump and feeling and his son kicking much more than usual "he's really fussy today huh?". Jack turned Suzie so that he could get a better grip of her belly "not so rough today" Suzie begged."I'll try" Jack responded as he pulled her belly aggenst his hips.

They made love for 20 minutes before the pains began. "Aaagh" " are you alright?" "Yes it's nothing, just don't stop". Jack continued, he couldn't resist her jucy pussy as it was extra wet today. " oh god, unnnggg" Suzie's water broke and soked her carpet floor. "Was that the baby" jack asked, worried. "No I just camed" she lied.

"Are you sure, that's a lot of juice" "yeah I've been drinking a lot of liquids" Susie didn't want to miss this meeting, she had to be present not because she needed to but she wanted to see Jack get his promotion. "I'll be fine I can last an hour before the baby comes" she thought. " you go get ready for the meeting, I'm going to clean up this mess and" she was interrupted by a painful contraction. "Are you ok" jack asked "just Braxton hics, nothing to worry about. You go I'll see you at the meeting" she said rushing him out the door. "Please, I want to see Jack inherent the company, just stay in there for a little while"

At the meeting, she was lucky to be seated at the far side, away from Jack. The CEO and Jack's dad, the owner and founder, sat at the other end of the table. As the meeting began the time between her contractions grew smaller. "It's only an hour, I can make it" she said as she felt her baby pushing against her cervix. The meaning was like any other boring corporate meeting. They started by sharing quarterly reports and future contracts. She couldn't focus on anything they were saying as she tried so hard to stay silent.

"Finally it was time for Jack to receive his promotion. Jack's father got up to address the room "now on to more exciting news, I think it's time to welcome our new CFO Jack" everyone in the room started clapping and as they did Suzie was able to let out a small whimper of pain as she felt like pushing. As the noise died down Jack started to speak "I am very honored to have this position and I would like to thank my branch manager, this could have happened without you Suzanne and I would like to thank you for all your hard work". She stood up trying very hard not to scream "thank you all for supporting me... I know times been tough but together we can-mnngg-get through it". She sat down quick, and as she did another contraction hit her.

When the meeting was overly quickly waddled to her office. She knew that she wasn't going to make it to the hospital and laid on the floor to push. A couple of minutes I'd pass and she could feel her baby halfway up the birth canal. Suddenly Jack swung the door opened " I knew it, why didn't you tell me?". "Just shut up and help me deliver this baby,I'm so close" she said pushing her baby. "No son of mine is being born in an office" Jack stuff cheese fingers inside Suzie and started to push their son back. "NNOOO, STOP" Suzie cried out in vain. "now I'm going to carry you and you're going to keep your legs shut until we get to the hospital, understood? " Suzie nodded.

The trip to the hospital was excruciating. Jack would constantly stick his fingers inside Suzie to make sure his baby stayed inside. Every time Suzie pushed he pushed back. But right as they got into the parking lot Suzie was able to push her babies head out. "PLEASE JUST LET ME FINNISH" "NO, YOU BETTER START WAIT TILL THE DELIVERY ROOM" Jack pulled her up. It was hard to walk when there was a baby in between her legs. Jack manage to find a wheelchair and sat her down. When they got to the lobby Jack yelled for the doctor's help but in vain because with one final push his son was born.

#birth kink #pushingbabybackin #giving birth

[chaoscriess]

hey sorry to disturb but can you maybe do a one-shot of maddyxreader where she doesn't like not eeceiving attention from -reader-? Thanks and have a great morning,after noon or night!

absolutely! I love this idea! sorry it took so long! not exactly what you asked, but I tried! got a bit carried away though. I've recently changed my preferences on writing gn reader for the girls, and I've decided that I'll only write wlw/gxg fics for female characters. thank you for understanding.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! arguing, angst, maddy and reader being dumb and not communicating, some infidelity? maddy is kinda

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. mentions of the song michelle by sir chloe!!! love that song.

maddy x fem!reader

you and maddy had been together for a while.

9 months, one week, and 5 days, to be exact.

you knew she was yours, you knew she would never do anything to hurt you

maddy was the same, as far as you knew

but one day, when you two were at the mall near your house, you ran into an old friend

"oh my god, y/n?! is that you?" you looked around, initially not seeing anyone you knew, but stopping when you saw a taller man that you recognized. his name was caleb, and you knew him for 7 years before he moved away. you smiled brightly before quickly walking towards him and embracing him in a tight hug. "oh my god, I never thought I'd see you again, caleb!" he smiled at you and hugged you tightly, rubbing your back slightly. "yeah well," he paused, pulling away and shifting his feet, looking to the ground sadly, "my mom got sick and my dad got into a pretty mad accident at work so now I'm here. I have to take care of both of them for a while before I can get out of here again."

you smile at him before laughing softly and shaking your head. "yeah, hopefully I'll be out of here too, pretty soon." he smiled at you and placed his hand on your shoulder. "maybe we can go together!" you chuckled at his words and muttered a 'yeah yeah', dismissing his flirty behavior. "well, I have to go, my girlfriend's waiting for me". you watched his face drop slightly as you turned around and made your way to maddy, laughing at the man.

you saw the look on maddy's unhappy face, and your smile turned into a concerned frown. "what's wrong, babe?" she rolled her eyes and turned around, leaving you standing there confused as she walked away.

maddy was super clingy for a couple days. holding onto you wherever you went, whining when you pulled away from her, and yelling at you when you called her clingy. "well If it weren't for you eye fucking that caleb guy!"

you got into a fight about it, you told her you were laughing at him for flirting with you, and she told you that she wouldn't doubt it if you had been in love with him when you were younger and still loved him.

you definitely didnt, he wasnt your type.. like, at all.

you tried to tell her that you only loved her, that you were head over heels for her and you'd never leave her, but she didnt believe you.

she stopped begging you for affection and attention, instead showing up at all the parties you went to and getting affection and attention by dancing with other people. you were upset, obviously, you two never broke up, you weren't even on a break.

you ignored her attempts to make you jealous, sitting on the couch with fezco, high as heaven, instead of giving her the attention she wanted.

you could tell she was upset, but you did nothing wrong.

right?

right.

anyways,

it was midnight. you watched maddy dance with a girl named michelle. that girl was a monster from hell, she'd hated you since you got with maddy, you always knew she liked her. you were the first girl maddy had been with, and the one that made her realize she liked girls. it broke your heart to see her dance with michelle. you sighed and looked down at the joint in your hand before taking one last hit and handing it to fezco, standing up and walking to maddy. you smiled when you saw maddy look at you with a smile on her face, but your bright smile was replaced with a look of anger and hurt when you saw her grab michelle's hand and lead her to an empty room.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you quickly walked towards maddy and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from an angry michelle. "y/n, what the hell?! what are you doing?" you scoffed at the dark haired girl and dragged her out of the house, into your car. "what the fuck maddy? what was that?" she looked at you weird, like you were speaking a foreign language. "what was what? I was just dancing." you scoffed, chuckling lightly, you were really getting pissed off.

"maddy, that wasnt dancing, she was all over you. why were you even going into that room?" maddy sighed and looked down before speaking. "I asked her for help.. we were trying to make you jealous. youve been ignoring me, so.. I thought it would be a good idea." you frowned at her and shook your head. "maddy, why the hell would that be a good idea?!" you looked at her and you immediately felt bad for yelling at her.

"I dont know! I just.. missed you, I guess. I felt like you didnt care about me anymore.." you felt tears well up in your eyes, why the hell were you crying? wait, was maddy crying too? shit. "maddy, of course I still care about you! I'm fucking in love with you, for christ's sake!" your eyes widened, you had never said that out loud before. she looked up at you with wide eyes, they were red from crying. "oh, maddy.." you put your hands on her cheeks and kissed her gently, swiping away her tears with your thumbs, before pulling away and leaning your forehead against hers.

"I'm sorry... I should have talked to you about it instead of going to michelle." you pulled away, shook your head and let out a quiet 'no'. you couldn't stay mad at her. "it's fine, I'm not mad anymore. are you alright? I didnt mean to yell at you.." she sniffled and nodded. "and.. y/n?" you looked up at her in anticipation before she continued speaking. "I love you too."

in the end, you and maddy got over it.

this actually helped the two of you, in a way

you were more trusting, more honest

and you didnt get jealous every time one of you talked to someone.

#chaos calling! #maddy perez x reader #maddy perez #maddy perez fic #maddy x reader #euphoria x reader

[theageofsims]

Hey guys, sorry I've been away. I had an ear that was bothering me when I was building that fast food place. Stayed with it for two weeks, then went to the walk-in.

They flushed my ear out (first time had that happen), had no infection either. But my blood pressure was sky high. They checked it 3 times and told me I needed to go to the hospital.

Long story short, today I was diagnosed with High Blood Pressure and Diabetes.

Mentally I'm really struggling to take everything in, but my mother's been a diabetic for 33 years so I know all about it growing up and also living with my mom since my parents divorced (way back then).

Some may know my dad passed away from stomach cancer about a year and a half ago. It's been hard dealing with that, amongst other things in my life, and now I've got more to deal with.

I'll be fine, but sometimes when I get very stressed with stuff in life I end up forgetting to take care of myself the way I should.

I'm still around and all, but I'm afraid of a lot of things. My mom is this strong as hell independent chick since the moment I came into this world 36 years ago -- hell, since she had my brother 43 years ago. Maybe even long before that. She keeps telling me I've got to be strong and I know she's right.

I feel like the older I get the more worried I become about things. Losing my dad didn't make it any better, but I'll manage to handle that as best as I can.

Thankfully (and unfortunately) diabetes for me genetically plays a part, but I also love home cooked meals and healthy foods, I just got carried away with everything else I shouldn't have been eating or drinking and I stopped working where I was for 10 years that kept me on my feet and doing 10,000 steps a day.

I already hate myself or beat myself up for a week already, but I know I shouldn't do that. Anybody can get high blood pressure and/or diabetes no matter if they're a health nut or they aren't. Regardless of how much they way as well.

I really wish I could call my dad up and say hey, dad! Like I normally would. Chat with him about anything and everything, including tech stuff (since he worked as an IT guy for 30 years), or even Harrison Ford being in a new movie since he loved watching him in movies, too -- but I can't. I think a lot of me being afraid is because I haven't got my dad reassuring me when I need it the most.

I'm usually someone who doesn't feel down. I guess I've spent so many years just holding the stress inside or hiding it because I never wanted help or someone to ask me how I was doing -- and there's been a lot of stresses since I was 15 years old.

I'm pretty down now though. I pretty much just wonder how I got where I am and how much of it was my fault and how much wasn't.

Since I left my job two years ago, nothing has gone right in my life. My dad got sick with stomach cancer and then he died within 5 months. I am struggling to make my small handmade business work. There are other family issues going on indirectly to me, but are in my immediate family so I am around the stress and trying to help others deal with it, and now I've got my health to deal with and worry about.

I know I'm not the only one either. I knew what I would be diagnosed with, but I didn't say it. I've been checking my blood pressure and pricking my finger to check my sugar level for a whole week on my mother's machines. But I wanted to wait until after my appointment today with my new PCP who I will be seeing regularly now, which will also hopefully help calm my fear of doctors (I've had every day of my life since birth -- took 5 nurses to hold me down once JUST to get a culture test for strep throat. When I say all my life -- I mean, ALL my life.)

Anyway, I shouldn't be upset and I sure as hell shouldn't cry because Lord knows I've been crying so many tears for awhile now, but right now I've got blurred vision from crying as I write this post and hope the eye doctor I have to go see since I have diabetes, doesn't tell me that I've damaged my eyes for good.

Anyway, if you read this -- thanks for reading this. I know I pretty much stick to Sims stuff all the time sprinkled in with my favorite movies / actors and not things like this, but I guess I just need some support because I never really had any my whole life and never thought I'd need it -- but I'm human like everyone else and I suppose, after all of this, I do need it.

#blurb

[lil-ms-darkness]

Strawberry Syrup - Bigby Wolf x Goldilocks Reader [Part Four]

A/N: Hi everyone, I am so so so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I got sick right after Halloween and things got super crazy. My cousin brought home a stray kitten that I've been taking care of, had to get some kitten formula and slowly get her to eat hard food.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, though, you get some soft Bigby, grumpy Bigby, and protective Bigby all in one!

See you in part five,

Lil_Ms_Darkness

Snow White’s gaze lifts quickly as Bigby barrels through the door to the Witching Well chamber, nostrils flaring. She shoots to her feet, but before she can utter a single sound, he’s out of the Business Office and sprinting down the hallway.

Bigby dives down the stairs, five at a time and shoves the front door open, nearly slamming the door into Trusty John. He skids to a stop just outside the gate, looking left, then right, a couple continue their way away from the apartment complex, umbrella hovering over them both to keep them dry from the New York rain. But there is no sign of [Y/N]. 

He takes a deep breath, inhaling through his nose, but it’s hard to smell anything through the damp. He closes his eyes and focuses in on his nose, blocking out the drips of the rain until they become a dull thrum in the distance. He takes another deep breath- Petrichor, wet garbage, coffee from the coffee shop on the corner, mud. The wrinkles between Bigby’s thick brows deepen in frustration.

Where the hell are you?

He clenches his knuckles and takes one more, deep breath, and then, there in the distance, a brief waft of cookies and unscented lotion. His eyes snap open and he hurries down the street, following the scent. Her scent wasn’t getting farther away, she was staying still, but she still had one hell of a head start on him. If he weren’t so focused on getting to her before anyone else did, he’d enjoy the excuse to go for a run. 

When he finally rounds the corner, 45 blocks away from the Woodland Apartments, he spots her standing under a canopy, clutching her arms around herself to keep warm. A sense of relief washes over him when he spots her, his chest heaving against his white button up, skin clinging to the now damp fabric. He catches his breath as he steps closer, her head turned as she looks down the street. As if she can feel his approach, she turns her head quickly with nervous eyes, but she relaxes when she sees it’s him. 

“Oh, Sheriff, you startled me. What are you doing here?” 

“I need you to come back to the Business Office with me for further questioning.” he answers.

Her brows raise in surprise, “Again? I just left.”

“I know, but I found something. I’ll explain more when we get back.”

She reaches out from under the canopy, palm turned up as she feels for raindrops. It has stopped for the time being, 

“Let’s go before the rain starts up again, we have a ways to go.” he looks over at her and she nods, once.

As they step through the door into the Business Office, again, Snow White makes her way to Bigby, quickly. 

“Bigby,” concern is veiled enough for [Y/N] not to notice, but Bigby is well aware of it after the years they’ve worked together, “what happened? Why did you run out of here without an explanation?” Now she sounds irritated. Classic Snow.

“The body that was glamoured to look like [Y/N] was a Mundie.” Snow’s eyes widen and her hand moves to cover her mouth as Bigby continues speaking, “I have a suspect, though.” 

Hope and fire fills Snow’s gaze again, while [Y/N]’s is more silent curiosity.

"Who do you think did this?" Snow asks

"Red."

"My sister? There's no way Rose Red did this." Her eyes widen, but Bigby shakes his head. 

"No, Red Riding Hood. There was a note on the body. It was signed by Riding Hood. Or, at least, the killer wants us to think it's Riding." He heads back towards the Witching Well chamber, flanked by the two women. 

“With all due respect, Sheriff, I know Red. She’d never do something like this.” [Y/N] says, tentatively.

Bigby steps into the chamber and makes his way towards the body, plucking the small note off the ground. He holds it out to the blonde woman, and she hesitates for a moment, eyes lingering on the paper. She takes it and reads it silently, over and over again.

“Are you certain it’s her?” Snow asks, trying to gauge his expression, hoping for a moment of explanation in his eyes.

“It’s hard to say, the paper has no scent to it. And [Y/N] hasn’t seen her since we left the homelands.”

[Y/N]’s eyes finally lift from the paper, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Time changes everyone, the Riding that exists now may not be the same one you knew.”

“No, I know Red. I know her better than anyone.” 

“Then why haven’t you visited her since she took residence in Fabletown and escaped the Homelands?” He asks, voice monotone, unphased by the narrowing of the blondes eyes and Snow’s frustrated bunched brows.

“I’m not sure how that’s any of your business, or any relevance to your job, Mr. Wolf.” she says, glaring at him. 

“It’s relevant, because you’re going to be seeing her shortly.”

The blonde’s eyes widen before understanding settles in, “You want me to take you to her so you can question her?” Despite the blank stare he gave her, she knew she was correct. Even so, it doesn’t change anything, “I don’t know where she lives.”

Snow puts a comforting hand on [Y/N]’s shoulder, “It’s alright, I’ll have Bufkin grab the book we need.” she turns and walks out of the chamber. 

[Y/N] holds onto the paper and past one of Bigby’s broad shoulders, she can see brown tufts of hair, lustreless. She walks past the Sheriff, the hand holding the note falling to her side. She examines the woman’s face, somberly, before gently brushing her hair out of her face. She cups her cheek, acutely aware of Bigby’s gaze watching her like a hawk- or, wolf, rather. 

“We should inform her family.”

“You know that would jeopardize Fabletown.” Bigby’s tone is harsher than he meant it to be and she turns, looking at him.

“Her family will be wondering where she went, what happened to her, and will die without closure. The least we can do is tell them she’s passed.” she insists

“And we’d tell them, what? That the police are investigating, that we’ll keep in touch, that there will be a Mundie trial when there won’t be? Think for a minute. How much would you be putting in jeopardy?”

“But she deserves a burial.”

“If you want to bury her, go ahead, but it’s better if the family doesn’t know. At least, not yet.” 

[Y/N] clenches her fists, looking down before she heads for the main office. 

He groans and listens to the quiet for a long moment, looking at the Mundie’s face, again, before he turns and follows.

[Y/N] stops at Snow’s desk, examining the leatherbound book opened up. Snow flips through pages as Bufkin sits perched on the far end of the thick wood desk. He casts [Y/N] a friendly, drunken smile as she approaches. She flips a couple more pages before stopping. While the other residents of Fabletown were written in clean calligraphic print via magic, Red Riding Hood’s address was hand written in pen. Snow scribbles the address down on a scrap piece of paper, handing it to Bigby as he stops in front of her desk. 

Bigby takes it, and grabs the small note from earlier that [Y/N] set down on the table. “Let’s get going.” [Y/N] nods, and takes a deep breath, silently wishing she had something sweet or fresh baked to ease her anxiety. Something like…fresh waffles with blueberries and strawberry syrup.

The pair approach a lovely farmhouse and quietly walk up the steps to the porch. [Y/N] notices the vines wrapped around the white painted wood fence around the porch, then looks at the heavy brown door. She can hear her heart in her ears, and is certain her hands are shaking. She chews her lip nervously, and glances at the Sheriff. Did she hope he’d comfort her? She isn’t sure, but he only looks at her, before motioning to the door. 

At least now she’s less nervous and more irritated with him. She steps forward and gently pushes the doorbell. And then they wait. Her hands fumble with her clothing, fold against her chest, unfold and hang, then clasp behind her back. She taps her toes, awkwardly until there is a click at the door and the knob turns, opening in front of her. 

A young woman with short chocolate brown hair and matching eyes opens the door, dressed in a pair of fitted light blue jeans rolled up at the ankle and a simple red blouse. When the women lock eyes, all nervousness seems to fade from [Y/N] as Riding’s eyes light up in surprise and delight.

“Goldy!” The brunette lunges forward and throws her arms around her friend, and [Y/N] returns the embrace, tightly. 

“Red! I’ve missed you!” The blonde laughs, hollowly, misty eyed already. 

Red pulls away slightly, hands on her friends shoulders, 

“How have you been? Oh, we have so much we need to catch up on, come inside-” her eyes look over, having seen a silhouette in her peripheral vision. Her expression turns mildly sour and uncomfortable. “You brought the Sheriff to my doorstep?” Her voice is wounded, and now she steps back fully, an invisible wall rising between the friends. [Y/N]’s heart tightens, despite having expected such a reaction. 

“Red, I understand how it looks, but it’s serious, I promise.”

Red looks between them, and Bigby finally speaks up, “I need to ask you some questions.” 

“About?” 

“Two nights ago, where were you between midnight through five a.m.?” 

She examines him, eyes narrowing slightly, “Why am I being questioned?”

“Just answer-”

“A Mundie woman was murdered and glamoured to look like me.” [Y/N] interrupts and Bigby looks over at her quickly, frustration evident in his face. “I don’t believe it was you, but the Sheriff needs proof to rule you out.” 

Red looks over at Bigby, folded arms tightening against her middle, “I’m suspected of murder and *you* need proof that I didn’t do it? The irony.” she looks between the two of them before she lets out a weak sigh, turning just enough to grab the doorknob and push it open for them. Bigby doesn’t miss her avoiding turning her back on them - on him- and follows [Y/N] inside before Red follows, closing and locking the door behind her. “Take a seat on the couch.” [Y/N] carefully sits on the couch, tucking her ankles together to take up as little space as possible. Bigby remains standing and Red walks into the living room, sitting in a chair, “Where was I two nights ago after midnight? I was home in bed, on my phone, ordering some things.” 

“What things?” Bigby asks

Red lets out an annoyed hum, “Personal things.”

“Do you have proof?” Bigby presses and [Y/N] looks at him, concerned and upset at how he’s treating her friend. 

Red sighs, pulling out her phone and opening it up to a new internet tab, typing in a website and clicking on a few icons on the screen before turning the phone to show him. Lilypad centerpieces with flowers and lights, an archway made of flowers, and a red hair clip. “If you look right here, that’s the date I ordered it.”

“Hmm…there’s no time stamp, is there anyone who can confirm you were here when you ordered these?”

Red’s face pinkens a bit and she brings her phone back to herself, “Flycatcher was with me.” 

“Flycatcher?” [Y/N] asks, curiously. 

“Yeah….” Red smiles a bit to herself, but [Y/N] knows that smile. She smiles knowingly, but keeps it to herself. 

Bigby notices the notepad on the table and picks it up, examining it. It looks like a grocery list. “Going shopping?” 

“Sometime this afternoon, yes. Why?” 

“Nice handwriting.” he sets it down and walks for the door, “Time to pay Flycatcher a visit.”

“Wait,” [Y/N] says, standing from the couch, “why don’t you just call him? It might be easier than just going all over the place like this. And then…I’ll have some time to spend with Red? If she’ll have me?” she looks at her long time friend, hope glinting in her eyes. 

Before Red can respond, Bigby shakes his head, “I don’t have a phone I can use, and it’s easier to recognize a liar if I can see them. Let’s go.” he walks out. 

[Y/N] frowns and looks at Red, “Is it okay if I write my phone number on your notepad, so you have it for later?” 

Red examines her for a moment, glances towards the front door that Bigby had disappeared through, and for a moment, it looks as if she is going to refuse. [Y/N] braces herself for disappointment, but instead, Red nods, “Write it down, but I’ve been busy, so I won’t be available for calls very often.”

[Y/N]’s eyes widen and she nods, “Of course, I understand.” she quickly scribbles her phone number down on the page behind Red’s shopping list. 

“Oh, and Goldy?” 

[Y/N] looks up at her, heart racing, “Yes?”

“Don’t bring him here ever again.”

[Y/N] frowns, “I can’t promise that, I’m sorry.” she walks out, not looking at her friend, lest she see the betrayal in those muffin brown eyes and cry. 

“Is this what you do everyday?” [Y/N] asks, nestling in  the back seat of the taxi.

“Depends on what kind of case it is. Normally, I’m in my office sifting through files. Keeping everyone from killing each other does require some running around.”

“Evidently.” She stifles a yawn before she looks out the window, it has started raining again and the sky darkened into a macabre looming mass of dark gray on the trip back to the Woodland Apartments. The quick rhythm of droplets on the window soothes her as the weight in her eyelids begin to give way. She gives in and allows herself to fall asleep, safe in the Sheriff's company. 

Bigby feels a weight on his shoulder and glances over, his nose plunging into a soft sea of golden curls that smell like sunlight, gingerbread, and petrichor. He cranes his neck a bit to look down, finding [Y/N] in an uncomfortable position with her cheek squished between his shoulder and the seat. Her hair has fallen into her face, and he sighs inwardly, looking up at the driver before he carefully grabs the woman’s shoulder. He carefully rotates her body and looks at the seat. If he leans her head back, she’ll get a crick in her neck. He looks down at her again and lets out a huff through his nose, leaning her head onto his shoulder again, awkwardly. Her hair tickles his nose and he wrinkles it, fighting back a sneeze. He looks at her and tentatively hooks her hair with the back of his fingertips, tucking it behind her ear. Her lips are slightly parted and he can see a little bit of drool peaking out and dark circles under her eyes. He looks out the window again with a quiet sigh. 

“[Y/N].” 

She feels a hand on her shoulder, shaking her. Bark, grass, soil, cigarettes- She’s warm and comfortable, she curls in further. 

“[Y/N], wake up.” A heavy hand on her arm, and she opens her eyes, begrudgingly. She can see a white long sleeve, black slacks and the back of a seat. She blinks the sleep away and sits upright, realizing with a start who she’s laying on.

“I’m up, I’m up.” he rubs her eyes, trying to hide her embarrassment and follows Bigby out of the taxi. He pays the driver, but [Y/N] is already heading for the doors. She hears him catch up before Trusty John even has the chance to greet her or open the doors. She covers her mouth to hide another yawn and stops, waiting for the Sheriff to take the lead. 

He stops by the desk and asks Grimble about Flycatcher, but she’s still a thrall of sleep-wake limbo. She can hear the two men speak to each other, but it sounds more like the adults in that cartoon with the boy, the dog, and the girl with the football. She follows quietly behind the Sheriff as he makes his way through the halls. He catches Flycatcher in a hallway, finishing up his mopping job. 

She yawns again to herself and tries to pay attention to the conversation, but it doesn’t seem to be doing much good. She leans against the wall, hearing the low hum of their voices and slowly allows herself to slide down the wall until her butt hits the floor. Her chin finds her knees with swift ease and her eyes droop closed in moments. 

“We were both in bed, and she was asking my opinion on table settings. I’m not a fancy guy, but Riding is just considerate like that. I got home around nine.” Flycatcher says, his hair almost obscuring his green eyes, but he can see enough to tell he’s honest.Thinking back, he recalls Flycatcher leaving early enough that it would put him arriving at their home around 8:45 - 9. He sighs and nods, the only thanks Flycatcher can expect before he turns. 

[Y/N] sits, her back against the wall with her face in her knees and her hands tucked between the back of her thighs and her heels. Her hair hangs in coiled curtains. Bigby glances over at Flycatcher, “Any chance you got the time?”

The ginger glances down at his wrist watch, “Uh, around 10 pm.” 

Bigby scratches the back of his head, looking at [Y/N], “Right. Thanks.” He walks over and kneels beside her. He reaches out to shake her awake, but hesitates. Flycatchers footsteps disappear down the hall and Bigby looks over his shoulder. The hall is quiet, still, empty save for them. He turns his gaze to the sleeping woman again, really not wanting to wake her, again. 

He slides one arm between her lower back and the wall, using the other to pull her arms out of their alcove. She stirs and lifts her head, blinking dreamily at him. 

“Mmmm? Are you done?” 

“For now.” 

She nods and lifts her arms to rub her eyes. 

“Just…gimme a…moment…I’ll…” she falls asleep again with her eye and cheekbone in her palm. He sighs in quiet exasperation, slipping his other arm under her knees. He lifts her, quickly and easily. She’s lighter than he expected, and he carefully adjusts her, walking out of the hallway. He doesn’t bother with the elevator, scaling the stairs with ease, even with the woman asleep in his arms. He can feel her breath on his chest, her curls against his chin through his stubble, the warmth of her skin, and of course smell her scent. Her scent has become a welcome comfort, albeit a secret one. The strange familiarity and serenity makes him both uneasy and relieved. It’s a delicious, dangerous game that he’ll have to end after the murderer is captured. He has to keep up appearances. Whether she sees him as dangerous, vicious, and cruel is irrelevant. His reputation has both been a benefit and a pain, but around [Y/N], it’s as if none of his past existed. He isn’t so sure that’s a good thing. He thinks back to the scoldings, and the challenges she posed against him in her apartment. But then he remembers the muffins, the easy smiles, and the laughs. 

He makes it to his apartment door, awkwardly opens his door, carrying her through the door and quietly closes the door with his foot. He makes his way to his recliner and gently sets her down. She sinks into the worn leather, and he runs a hand through his hair, looking around as he tries to think of where he might have a spare blanket. He searches around his apartment until he finally finds a small brown throw blanket and he walks over to his recliner, gently covering her with the blanket. She inhales deeply and adjusts, her forearm moving under her neck. He rubs his eyes with one hand, walking over and sitting at the table. 

It isn’t the first all-nighter he’s pulled, it won't be the last. 

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[demonsandmischief]

-Chapter 7: The Avengers Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for eventual sexual themes

1.4K Words

My Masterlist for other chapters. Please read disclaimer in Ch. 1

You turned on the lamp to your apartment, jumping when you noticed the small figure on your couch.

"Jeez, Wanda," you said. "How did you get in here?"

She flicked her wrist, revealing a short red spark that disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Tony gave me a key," she said, standing up. "How's your new job?"

"It's good," you said, washing your hands. "It's a non-profit for children. It's different from what I've done before."

Wanda nodded.

"How's therapy?"

"It's not for me."

She must've seen the look on your face because she sighed. "That doesn't mean I'm not still trying. I am, but I'm not comfortable with her, not like I am with you."

You smiled. "I'm always here to listen and help, unofficially of course. Besides, your evaluations are over now, right?"

"They were today," she murmured. "They still make us do a three week session after. We won't know what they decide until next week."

"How did it go?" you asked gently. Wanda stepped closer to you. You were backed into your kitchen island, but you didn't mind the lack of space.

"Horrible," she whispered. "I'm so tired of people prying in my life, acting like they understand. We've been scrutinized for so long. I just want to become invisible."

"Wanda," you tried to soothe, reaching up to cup her cheek. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine how that feels."

"I think everyone else feels the same way," she mumbled. "I was hoping you would come back with me for the weekend."

"I haven't really heard from anybody since that night you all slept over," you admitted, dropping your hand. "I just assumed since I rejected the offer to come back that you all were done with me."

"That's not true," she whispered. "I don't think any of us communicate very well, and I guess I could have done better-"

"It's okay," you eased, not wanting her to take the blame. "I could've reached out myself. I just got really busy."

Wanda dropped her head, and your breath caught in your throat. Her lips brushed against your cheek, dangerously close to your lips.

She backed off, flashing you an innocent smile. "Maybe we could pick up some cupcakes on the way back to cheer everyone up."

You didn't take her as the teasing type, but you were wrong. There wasn't a single Avenger that wasn't a tease, except maybe Steve, but you knew you hadn't unlocked that side yet.

---

"Look who I found," Wanda announced as you both entered the main area of the compound. Everyone was gathered around the table, eating, looking pretty glum and exhausted. Tony was the only one not there.

Steve's features immediately brightened. "YN. You're back."

"I thought I would crash here for the weekend," you said, giving a tentative smile.

You didn't expect Bucky to be the one to stand up, pulling you to his chest in a tight embrace, and though he didn't say anything, you felt what he was conveying.

"I missed you, too, Buck," you whispered, muffled by his t-shirt, comforted by his familiar smell.

"Nasha solnyshka," Natasha said quietly with an endearing smile gracing her lips. She took a plate, filling it to the brim. "Come, eat."

You took the seat next to her with Wanda on the other end. The table was bigger than you remembered.

"What did you say?" you asked her.

"You're our little ray of sunshine," she said sincerely. "Sam cooked tonight. It's very good."

"I tried something new," Sam said. "It was my mom's recipe for my sister and I when we got sick."

"Today didn't go so well, did it?" you asked the whole table.

"It wasn't just today," Steve answered. "The last two weeks have been pure hell. They needed a lot of information at such short notice. We were meeting nearly everyday on top of all of our other work."

"I'm sorry," you said. You felt guilty for all of their suffering. Maybe if you had just stayed on-

"It's not your fault," Clint said next to you. He extended his arm over the back of your chair. "Not one bit."

"Besides," Nat added. "You are right. There's something special here, and we don't want to be limited by some contract."

You smiled.

Sam's food was delicious, as it always is.

Afterwards, you helped clean up the kitchen. Someone mentioned board games and hot chocolate, and you decided to find Tony while they set things up.

Tony was in his lab, of course.

"Woah," you mumbled as you entered. The place was a mess, but besides that, you had never been up close to an Iron Man suit before. There were so many mechanical stations set up. There were some machines doing different things, and Tony was right in the middle of it.

"I'm guessing this is what your brain looks like," you teased, dragging a stool next to him.

"Don't try to psycho-analyze me, doc," he teased back, dropping his intense concentration to focus on you.

You eyed the plate full of food sitting next to him.

"You didn't eat."

"I didn't feel up to it," he shrugged. He gave you a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, though. Today was rough, for all of us, but I've got this new feature for the suit I've been working on, and I can't do anything else until I get it done."

"Okay," you nodded. You took in his scruffy look. He was relaxed in his element. "Take a break and come play board games with us?"

He looked like he was going to say no, but you pouted a bit.

"I know for a fact that look works on Steve," he said.

"So far, I think it's worked on everyone," you grinned. "Including you."

He rolled his eyes, before his features softened. "I'm glad you're here. We've all missed having you around. I heard you got a new job. Congrats."

"Thank you," you said. "It's actually quite a commute from my apartment, but it's closer to here." You threw that last part in to see his reaction, and you weren't disappointed.

"You're still considering staying here?" he asked. His features were all lit up. He reached up to brush his knuckles across your cheek.

You whispered, "Of course. As long as the offer is still open."

"Anytime. This is your home now, too." He stood up, pressing his lips to your forehead.

You followed him up the stairs.

"Can I try on the suit?" you asked.

"Definitely not."

"What about the blasty hand thingys?"

He turned to give you a skeptical look. "I heard what you did with Barton's arrow."

"Maybe you would be a better teacher," you said just as you made it upstairs, and just as Clint walked by.

"Ouch," Clint said, giving you a fake hurt look. You muffled your laugh behind your hand.

Wanda, Nat, Steve, Sam and Bucky looked to be in the midst of a very intense game of Uno.

"Draw four," Sam told Bucky.

"Why do you have so many of those?" Bucky grumbled.

"I want in," Tony said, joining their circle.

"You have to wait. I'm getting ready to win," Nat said, placing down a red six and shouting Uno before anyone else could call her out on it.

You took a seat on the couch behind them, amused by their antics.

"Here," Clint said, handing you a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

You smiled in thanks. "Why aren't you playing?"

"Because Clint makes the best hot chocolate," Wanda answered.

"That's right," Clint nodded. "I have a secret ingredient."

"It's chocolate syrup," Wanda whispered to you.

"Apparently, the word secret means nothing to you."

"Everybody knows it, Clint," Nat said, taking a card from the stack with a huff.

Sam called Uno. It looked like Bucky could barely see all of his cards because he had so many. Steve seemed to be in deep concentration.

You glanced at the stack of board games. There were several to choose from, and they were all good ones like Monopoly, Sorry, Headbands, and Clue. You tried to pinpoint which of the Avengers would be the type to have them, and you narrowed it down to Sam or Clint.

------------------Author's Note-------------------------

Being with them felt good. You could be yourself. You were exactly right where you needed to be.

Here's Ch. 8

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[riewritten]

Idk I love every scene you write, mostly Erwin physically touching the Mc, hugging her, comforting her etc. or you can draw one of your favorite scenes

this got nothing to do with what OP was originally talking about (they r talking about dusk in the brightest fanfic btw) but hey. the prompt is suddenly in line w/ my mood.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄?

ERWIN X GEN!NEUTRAL READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N

WORDS: 1.2k

idk what to tag aside from fluff & comfort bc the author is having an utterly terrible day again. i am scraping every bit of serotonin boost i could get because :( it’s just so :(

Heap of documents splattered across the table, to-dos that you weren't able to note hence long forgotten, the messages you intentionally leave unopened because it makes you sick, and all your utterances of "Okay, I'll get on to this one once I'm not burdened by the other task," which is, in hindsight, very counterintuitive because you can't even function anymore — because everything makes you sick. And there's this looming worry that, what if, what if this is all I could get?

"Hey,"

What if this is the farthest I could be for the rest of my life?

"Look at me,"

If I can't accomplish more—if I won't be able to finish this all, how dare I say I'll reach places farther than where I am?

What if—

Thoughts were cut off when a warm huge palm took a hold of your cheek.

"I told you to look at me."

"Oh, Erwin, regarding the deadline, I'm currently on it now. Have you seen the email I sent for your approval? A-and—" you panicky roamed at the papers in search of something you can't even mentally grasp as of the moment. 

Only to halt in sheer terror when you hear Erwin sigh as he sat on the table.

Now you can't look at him in the eye, "I'm so sorry. I'll do better next time."

"There's something more important for you to do better right now."

You met his eyes in a hitch. But even before you could respond, Erwin took hold of your hand; his fingers then started massaging your palm.

He first pressed on your thenar—a point just below your thumb. It was an utterly gentle massage, perhaps aware that with wrong pressure, his broad and strong fingers could instead hurt you. "Does your head hurt?"

You think there are lots of questions that are more important to ask right now, but still, "Yes, a bit."

He hummed, then his hands moved a bit. Still below your thumb, but leaning towards its edge. He pressed on it—repeatedly, languidly, while looking at you with features tranquil—perhaps he's trying to pass the same mood to you.

"Erwin, I have lots to do that will become backlogs if—"

"Shh,"

You purse your lips out of instinct.

You could laugh—hell, you would, but that doesn't erase his gentle command. For long you've been with Erwin, you already know that the most serious favors (or orders) are the ones he delivered with sheer gentleness. 

"How about your back? Does it hurt?"

"Uh huh. I've been seated all day."

After a last press, his fingers transferred to the point below your pinky. He silently did his work yet again, and now you feel the effects of it.

"Wow. Where did you learn this?"

"It's called acupressure. I actually already do this to you during the most random of times. Bet you thought I was just playing with your hands."

You chucked; yes, all this time you thought Erwin was just mindlessly fumbling your hands.

"And, for the last one…" He didn't ask a question this time around. His silly giant fingers just automatically shifted to the lower part of your palm, parallel to where your ring finger rests. "Here we go."

"What is this part for, Mr. Smart?"

The question was followed suit with a bell—the signal that the work shift is over. 

Finally, Erwin clicked a warm smile, scooted his head lower and gave your lips a small peck. After all, when the work shift is over, he can go all lovely on you again.

"Thank you," you whispered as soon as he withdraw his lips on yours. "So, what does this part of my palm cure, hm?"

He pressed on that spot again, his smile—while not gone at all—toned down a bit. A slight squint of your eyes and you'd think he turned quite lamentful.

"This part eases anxiety."

Your smile faded, something Erwin already anticipated. 

It's not because he confronted you so subtly, but he also didn't bother asking if you really are before pressing on that part. He saw it so well.

"I'm all fine now," you halted his fingers by squeezing your hand on it. "Let me get back to my work."

"Nuh-uh, shift's done now."

To establish the off-work mood, Erwin worked on removing his necktie. If you weren't so tired you'd gush at how hot the sight was, but then again, he didn't give you time to process everything. He slyly stood up and covered your eyes with the tie.

You are being blindfolded by your man. Why?

"Hey, the hell—"

"Shh," he landed a kiss on top of your head. You heard him roam his pocket, then a opening pop came. Not long after, a strong scent tingled your senses. 

"What is that? It smells like lavender."

"Heh," Erwin proudly huffed. "Levi bought me one. It's an essential oil."

You laughed a bit loudly. Now, despite his eccentricities, you can't help but be endeared. Oh, what were your concerns again? What about staying in the same place for the rest of your life?

Not like the bother would subside just like that, but this is one of the things you'd be willing to stay in for the rest of your life.

"Old fart."

"Am I, now?" Erwin cooed as his finger damped the oil on the tip of your nose—just so you'd smell it more. "Such a handsome old man, am I not?"

You grinned softly. "And all mine."

Despite the constricted vision, you're sure as hell Erwin's smiling from behind too. He genuinely loves whenever you speak of owning him.

"See, your handsome old man wants you to sleep a bit but your mind is not being kind to you right now."

"And what does it have to do with getting my eyes blind?"

"It is so your brain momentarily shuts the fuck up. It would most likely start when it doesn't see anything anymore, no?"

"Watch your mouth, mister."

You felt his lips on yours, teasingly so, with fingers—pleasantly reeks of lavender—gliding over your cheeks. The sweet exchange, soft chapped lips, and little bit of tounge playing at the corner of your lips covered you in utter solace. This is all you could wish for, all you needed. Just the thought of your needs being met at its most tipping core renders you lightheaded.

That's why when Erwin withdrew from the kiss, you were already panting.

"Yeah? What's with watching my mouth, hm?"

"More."

"I'll give your demands once you grant mine."

"What's your demand? Fuck."

"Sleep."

"How can I sleep with this. Please."

Just as if he knew the answer. Erwin grabbed you to stand up, sat on the chair, and had you sit on his lap instead. He urged you to burry your head on the crook of his neck, engulfed your figure to his embrace, and uttered soothing hums.

Indeed, it was answered. Seconds away and you're already lulled to sleep.

What if this is the farthest I could be for the rest of my life?

Well, if you have this lovingly eccentric man on your side, the farthest could never be absolute.

What if this is all I could get?

What is more to get than a love this gentle?

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sorry. i know there are some series u want to be updated more than this, but im just too down and mind fucked to strategize. all i can do is a self-insert. yes, this is the first ever genuine self-insert ive made

bc today i emptied my bank acc due my mom's hospital emergency, spilled coffee on my work laptop, and almost cried with all the work i had to do bc it daunted to me that im not even keeping up with the schoolworks that i missed yet due to the weeklong out-of-town conference we had in work.

and it's seriously taxing questions of what if this the farthest i could get bc of how incapable i am? honestly, i'd rather die than stay in where i am rn.

DILLEMA ASIDE, erwin is the embodiment of my support system in my previous environment! yes, the acupressure and ointment is a habit my ex taught me (hope they’re in a good place rn. theyre such a kind person!!)

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[streamsofstardust]

lovers 101 | j.t.k

jake kiszka x reader

word count: 8,071 (told y'all this was a big one)

content warnings: masturbating (m&f), drinking, choking, fingering, teasing/edging (up to interpretation), penetrative sex, lots of dirty talk, gross history stuff because education is important but brutal, more lingerie bc it's still hot, jake is literally feral idk what to tell you [let me know if i missed anything!]

summary: both you and jake are sick of the game. so what do you do with all the built up sexual tension?

a/n: oop I'm back. very sorry for the long wait. a bunch of people reached out asking where chapter three was and i promise i didn't forget about it. i've spent the last month adjusting to a new job and a new schedule but i promise i won't wait that long for the next chapter, especially now that it's really picking up. anyway, enjoy!

chapter 3- his favorite secret

When you met up with Lily at the car, you were visibly flustered. Lily smirked and opened her mouth, presumably to ask what went down between you and Professor Kiszka - Jake - after she left. You put a hand up to stop her before she could utter a single word, causing her to chuckle.

You were more or less dead silent the entire drive back home, save for a few nods and brief words of acknowledgement to your best friend, who was effortlessly filling the air with random stories. It was one hell of an effort to focus on what she said, though. Every thought in your brain was occupied by Jake. His hands on your body, his chest pressed against your own. His breath in your ear. How it was so easy for him to pull those little sounds out of you. He had you, hook line and sinker, and if you had your wits about you, you might have had the sense to feel slightly embarrassed by it all. But, alas, you didn’t. 

The moment you entered your apartment you grabbed the bottle of bourbon your parents had gifted you a while back, taking a few long swigs and not bothering to properly pour a glass. Lily laughed loudly at your behavior.

“Was it that bad?” You shook your head in response, waiting for the lingering burn to subside before giving a verbal answer.

“Not bad, Lil. He’s just… god. He’s the fucking devil.”

“And you want to fuck him.” You hung your head. “I really do.”

“You want to fuck the devil.”

You sighed dramatically. “I want to fuck the devil.”

Lily grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge, handing you one and moving the bourbon back to its place on the bar cart. She looked at you with raised brows and an expression that read so, what happened? You took a deep breath and filled her in.

– –

Back on campus, Jake was sitting in his office, the assignments he had been grading long forgotten in a pile on the floor. After your encounter post-lecture, Jake had nearly sprinted to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. He was achingly hard, but he knew he couldn’t do a damn thing about it while he was still at work. He had half a mind to cancel his next two classes so he could go home early and grant himself a much needed release.

So that’s exactly what he did. 

His right hand grabbed the gearshift the entire drive back to his house, his knuckles completely white. He couldn’t recall the last time a woman had had this much of an influence on his body, his mind. You were consuming him and he couldn’t ignore the primal urges telling him to make you his in every way. He was determined to have a taste of you, and soon. Besides, he had no doubt that you wanted the same thing. 

– – 

After telling Lily your brief story, you waited with bated breath for her reaction; she had been uncharacteristically quiet. She was sitting across from you on your bed, resting her chin on her palms as her fingers softly tapped on her face.

“So he cornered you.”

“I mean, we were leaning on his desk, I wouldn’t say he-”

“And you put his thumb in your mouth??”

“Yeah, that was, um… impulsive.”

“And he choked you?!?!” The shock at that question didn’t shock you, it was kind of valid.

You flushed at the reminder, though, swearing you could still feel Jake’s hand on your throat. You smirked and shuddered, quickly imagining those warm, sturdy hands elsewhere. You were snapped out of your fantasy - quite literally - by the sound of Lily’s fingers clicking in front of your face. Smiling sheepishly, you muttered quietly, “Sorry, got a bit lost in my head for a moment.” Lily scoffed playfully.

– –

As a thank you for taking care of her last weekend, Lily offered to make dinner for the two of you. And, rather than order take out and put the food on your dinner plates - which she often counted as her “making dinner” - she actually cooked a meal. You appreciated it, of course, and decided to jump into the shower while she prepared the food. Unfortunately for you, the down time gave you ample opportunity to think about what had happened earlier in the day between you and Jake.

You wondered if he had been holding himself back in that moment. If, had you given the okay, he would have gone even further. You were granted a glimpse into who Jake was outside of the lecture hall, when he was a man other than the brilliant and sophisticated Professor Kiszka. You were given a sneak peak at who he became behind closed doors, and now you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your imagination go wild. 

You adjusted the water temperature to a perfect heat, one that instantly relaxed the muscles you didn’t notice had been horribly tense. You washed your hair, taking in the scent of vanilla and rose, before washing off your body, and, subsequently, Jake’s touch. The very thought of that made you frown. How long would it be before you felt the warmth of his body on yours? How long would you have to wait before you could kiss him? His soft, plump lips took center stage in your mind. You began thinking about how they’d feel on your own, how they’d feel training along your throat, leaving small purple bruises in their wake. You thought about those very lips moving along every inch of your skin, marking parts of you that were kept hidden to the rest of the world.

Subconsciously, you began sliding your hands down your body, lower and lower until you graced the skin of your upper thighs. You gently massaged the skin, taking the time to work yourself up before getting to what you really wanted. Lily was cooking, after all, so you had plenty of time. One of your hands moved up to massage one of your breasts, a soft sigh escaping your lips at the feeling. Once more you found yourself imagining your hands were replaced by Jake’s.

Jake.

His name fit him so perfectly. It excluded power, yet spoke to how… regular, he really was. It was sexy, knowing him on a first name basis. You weren’t just another student anymore. Now there was a budding rapport, one that you hoped would result in you finding your way into his bed. Or hell, bent over the desk in his private office. The thought of that instantly brought your attention to your previously forgotten task. 

You no longer cared to move slowly, choosing instead to make use of the intense pressure pouring out of your shower head. One day you’d thank Lily for replacing the one that was originally there with a detachable version.

Switching the setting to a higher, more direct jet, you immediately placed the head over your core. The pressure paired with the heat of the waster was incredible, and you sank deep into the pleasure. Yeah, you’d definitely be thanking Lily.

You shut your eyes and rested your head against the cold tile, enjoying every minute of your self satisfaction. You could feel your release coming on strong, and god was it needed. You had left Jake’s classroom shortly after his rather bold statement, not opening any doors for something more to happen. So yeah, you needed some relaxation in the form of what you hoped would be a very satisfactory orgasm.

The build up was intense, your legs already struggling to keep you standing. But, as if the gods had decided to play a cruel joke on you, loud knocking on the bathroom door pulled you from that glorious ledge.

“You’ve been in there forever! Stop using up all the hot water and get your ass out here. I just slaved over this meal and if you let it get cold I’m making you walk to class.” God damn it Lily.

Just as quickly as your orgasm had bloomed, it dissipated, taking your content mood with it. You were close, so achingly close that not falling over that edge was almost painful.

Maybe you wouldn’t be thanking Lily after all.

– – 

Just twenty minutes away at his own house, Jake was in a situation almost identical to yours, save for the roommate with terrible timing.

As Jake stepped into the shower, his thoughts were racing, every single one of them focused on you. He hadn’t been able to get you off his mind all week, and the day you dressed up to resemble him? Well, he was impressed with his ability to not fuck you in front of the entire class. Every part of him was screaming to make you his.

There was no question that he thought you were gorgeous. But your beauty wasn’t the only part of you he was enchanted by. He liked your wit, how you challenged him with that sassy, seductive attitude. Even when he caught you off guard, you managed to stay at his level, even one upping him from time to time. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made him so flustered. He enjoyed the back and forth, the game of cat and mouse, immensely.

And above everything else, he adored how determined you were to get what you wanted. He especially liked that that was him.

He thought about what you might have done after you two parted ways. Did you run to your friend and squeal like a schoolgirl? He huffed a laugh at that. No, he certainly didn’t see you doing that.

Did you think about his words? How his hands felt on your skin? How close he was to you? Did you think about his hand wrapped around your throat? He was dying to know.

Jake hadn’t stopped thinking about any of that. You were so god damn close, the scent emanating off of you - vanilla and rose - so undeniably you, and he loved it. He thought about how he could feel your pulse racing, your heart begging to leap out of your chest.

He thought about how he believed he really had you in that moment. But, ever the feisty little thing, you couldn’t let him have the win. When you sucked his thumb into your mouth his knees almost buckled. The way your tongue felt on his skin sent him reeling. And the way you looked up at him with those big innocent eyes… No, he knew those were bullshit. You were far from innocent. An absolute fucking minx.

He wanted to feel your lips on his. He nearly kissed you in that room, and he was sure you expected him to do just that. He couldn’t make it that easy for you, though. He wanted to see you on your knees, hear you beg. Telling him how badly you craved him. His touch, his kiss, his cock. Fuck, he desperately needed to hear that.

He found himself reaching for his cock, hard and leaking already. He leaned his head down, dribbling his own spit onto himself before beginning to stroke his dick at a slow pace. He did his best to imagine your hands wrapped around him, but the callouses that covered his hands from years of playing guitar made that horribly difficult.

It was almost embarrassing for Jake. The way he was getting so close so quickly. He wanted to feel your lips around him, to watch tears pool in your eyes and run down your face as he fucked your throat.

Fuck. He needed you more than anything.

The thought of him slipping into your soaking wet cunt was what sent him speeding towards the edge. The whimpers and breathy moans that you’d release at the feeling of him stretching you out. Sounds that would turn into full blown screams of his name as he fucked you senseless. All Jake wanted was to watch you fall apart under him over and over and over until you could barely move, too fucked out to think about anything other than him.

The nail in the coffin for him was thinking about spilling him cum inside of you, only pulling out enough to watch it start to pour out before fucking it back into you.

With just a few more strokes, Jake released a loud groan and found his release, placing his palm against the cold time to steady himself.

In his post orgasm haze, Jake made a decision. No more games. No more subtly fucking with each other. He needed you, and soon.

– –

By the time your next class with Jake came along, you were ansty. Obviously you two were on the same page, there was no doubt about that. The question was, what would his next move be? You wanted him to have control over the situation, settling for lingering glances, sexy outfits, and trying to distract him during his lectures. You had fun with it, if you were honest, but after seeing the lust in his eyes, you crave more.

You were trying to listen to the story Lily was telling you about a guy in her english literature class that she insisted she was going to marry. The sound of a paper being put on your desk immediately grabbed your attention and you could smell Jake’s cologne as he walked past your desk. You picked up the paper - your last written exam - and went to put it away without a second thought. As you moved to do so, you noticed a large C- at the top in red ink, and your eyes nearly fell out of your head. 

C-??? You could have sworn you nailed that exam. Your attention then shifted to the note written directly under the grade:

See me after class.

~ Jake

Well, at least you’d have an excuse to spend some time with him.

At the end of class, you told Lily to head out without you. You both had about an hour to spare before your next class, so with a wag of her eyebrows and a rather suggestive gesture from her hands, she left the room. You waited for everyone to leave before addressing him.

“Um, you wanted to see me?” You asked, trying to conceal your nervous state.

Jake put down his pen and lifted his head to face you. “Yeah, I did. What happened there?” He pointed at the paper in your hand before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I could’ve sworn I stressed the importance of taking detailed notes in my class.” 

Oh. He really did only want to discuss your grade.

“You did, and I do! I honestly thought I did really well on it. Kinda shocked at the grade I got.” You dropped your head in shame and couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Stupid college girl was so distracted trying to seduce her professor that she screwed herself academically. Good job.

“You need to review more, then. I know it’s a lot of material and it can be a bit daunting, but you’re smart. You can do better than this.” His voice was soft, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from feeling like he was scolding you. You didn’t like that he sounded disappointed in you.

“Is there extra credit or something else I can do?” You asked, trying to be hopeful. “Or can I retake the exam?” A C- on your belt made you angry; you couldn’t leave it like that and move on.

You still hadn’t been able to look him in the eyes, knowing you couldn’t handle it if he looked as disappointed as you imagined. But then, you had no choice. 

“I don’t really do extra credit.” You felt the warmth of his hand on your skin as his forefinger lifted your head up by your chin, forcing you to look at him. Those brown eyes would be the death of you. “But I can help you study after class if you’d like.”

You looked at him in shock. “You’d really do that?” Yeah, you definitely sounded a bit too excited at his offer, something that certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Jake. He flashed that gorgeous smile and chuckled, nodding his head before responding.

“Yes, I’d be happy to.”

The soft side of Jake was new to you and you really liked it. You couldn’t ignore the swarm of butterflies making a home in your stomach.

“Meet me in my office tonight around 6. My last class gets out around 5:50, so I’ll meet you there. Okay?”

You smiled brightly and nodded. “That’s perfect. Thank you so much.”

You turned to leave, but were stopped by a hand wrapping around your wrist, one that pulled you back into his chest. Your breath caught in your throat, your pulse racing. You had placed a hand against his chest to stop yourself from slamming into him. He was so fucking warm, all you wanted to do was move your hand along his body, feeling the taught muscles of his torso and his arms. You were losing focus quickly, feeling yourself getting worked up simply by the close proximity and minimal physical contact.

“You better show up and be on time.” He paused, moving your hair away from your ear and leaning in to speak directly into it, his hot breath causing you to shiver. You felt the hand on your wrist move up your arm, his grip still just as firm. His other hand found its place on your hip, and he spoke again, this time much closer than he had before.

“I’d hate to have to punish you, sweetheart.”

– –

The second you were able to, you rushed home to get ready before your meeting with Jake. You recurled some of the strands of hair that had loosened throughout the day, applied a bit more makeup, and changed into a completely different outfit. It was rather cold in the morning, so you had originally gone with a pair of dark wash jeans, a baggy sweater, and booties, but of course, that wasn’t good enough for your one on one with Jake.

You decided to change into a short, plaid wool skirt, sheer black tights, a plain black bodysuit, and thigh high boots. If he looked at you with suspicion, you’d do your best to pass it off as you needing to look good to grab drinks with Lily once you left. Obviously you knew the truth, though, and while you certainly believed Jake intended on helping you study, you were determined to get a little something extra.

As you made your way back to campus, you felt your hands getting clammy. You probably had no reason to be as nervous as you were, but you really couldn’t help it. Not to mention you were still on edge about the reason for this meeting: your shitty and very much unexpected exam grade.

Checking your watch for the time, you saw you made it to Jake’s office with eight minutes to spare. You waited outside his door after seeing he still wasn’t back from his last class. Not a problem, you were in no rush. A few minutes later he appeared, looking as incredible as he did earlier in the day. It amazed you that his good looks were so effortless.

Picking his head up from his phone, he saw you standing outside his office, and a crooked smile developed on his face. “Early for our meeting? Good girl.” The last two words rasped out of his mouth while he was just barely a foot away from you and you could’ve sworn he said them to get a rise out of you. Heat flooded your body and pooled in your core at the simple praise. You supposed he did, in fact, get a reaction, but not one that he could blatantly observe. 

Unfortunately for you, Jake was great at reading body language, and given that the two of you had spent so much time trying to get the tiniest reaction out of the other, he’d gotten rather familiar with some of your tells. So you didn’t need to be super obvious about his praise turning you on, you didn’t need to tell him at all. He could see it in the way your eyes widened, the way your cheeks flushed, and the way a hushed gasp left your lips. It was almost too easy for him.

He led you into his office, gesturing for you to take a seat in front of his desk. You didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed over your body, taking in your appearance and swiping his bottom lip with his tongue. There was an unmistakable hunger in his eyes that made you squirm in your seat and you prayed to the gods above that he’d finally do something about all the fucking tension.

Once he sat down at his desk, you figured it was time to actually be productive. Shaking yourself out of your daze, you reached into your bag to pull out your exam, unintentionally giving him a clear view of your cleavage. The sight had his right hand twitching from its place on the wood, nearly moving to palm himself in his pants. He had a job to do, and while he had plenty of other things - all of them involving you and his desk - he needed to put that on hold, at least for a moment. 

Jake admittedly had been thinking of ways to combine helping you with… helping himself, while on the way to his office. He knew it was highly unprofessional but he couldn’t think of something that didn’t involve at least some part of him touching you. Rather than internally scold himself, he decided to give in to those thoughts. 

When he saw you place the paper on his desk in front of you, he put his hand out and shook it slightly. “No, you won’t need that right now. I already have the material you need to review.” You furrowed your brow in confusion. You had been expecting to just go through the exam, but Jake seemed to have other ideas and you had no reason to object. 

He took out a stack of papers from his bag and placed them in front of himself before pushing his chair back as if to stand up. “Come here.” He instructed. His voice was deep and sturdy and you found yourself moving over to him without a sliver of hesitation. You watched as he patted his lap, “Sit down, sweetheart.”

You looked at him in shock, not sure if he was being serious. You looked around the room, unable to keep your eyes focused on him, but you were quickly brought back as he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you closer.

“Jake, I- I don’t know if that’s-”

“I said sit. Do not make me tell you again.”

You nodded your head and moved to sit on his lap, careful to not put your weight fully on him, but he immediately gripped your hips and pulled you down so you were completely seated. You tried your hardest to stay completely still, having absolutely no idea what he was planning. Jake started pointing at the notes, one of his hands remaining planted on your waist. It was truly a daunting task to pay attention to anything other than your current position. He was supposed to be helpful, not a bigger distraction.

“You’re going to review what I’ve written here. Read each paragraph 5 times, slowly to make sure you’re really absorbing it, before moving on to the next one. I’ll stop to quiz you periodically when I see fit.” Okay?

His instruction seemed simple enough, reading wasn’t difficult and his method was typically how you studied on your own so this was familiar territory. That said, you didn’t…

“Jake, why do I have to sit on your lap while I’m reading?” That’s the one part that just wasn’t clicking for you. Not that you particularly minded where you sat, but still. You figured there had to be some ulterior motive. 

Jake quirked a smile at you, slowly moving his hands over your hips. It was relaxing, but made you feel dizzy. If he kept touching you while you studied there was no way you’d be able to focus on anything.

“Because, sweetheart, I’m going to be your motivation.” He spoke the words as if his intentions should have been obvious to you. Should they have been? Motivation? He must have noticed the look of sheer confusion on your face because he spoke once more.

“You’re going to read and do your best to memorize all of what’s in front of you. If you can manage to do that, you’ll be rewarded. If you can’t, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

“Vaguely…” He had a mischievous look on his perfect face and you knew better than to disregard it. You had your hopes as to what he could’ve meant, but you never knew with him. Especially since he’d yet to actually do anything to or with you. You really hoped that would change tonight.

He smirked at you, loving that you hadn’t fully caught on to his motives yet. “Just read.” You turned to face the papers and began reading, waiting with bated breath to see what Jake would end up doing. 

Okay, Razin’s Rebellion. You could’ve sworn you remembered that one from his lectures, but you read the passage he wrote, which appeared to be a collection of important aspects, rather than a complete breakdown of the event. 

~ After massacring all who opposed him and giving the rich bazaars of the city over to pillage, Stepan Razin converted Astrakhan into a Cossack republic, dividing the population into thousands, hundreds, and tens, with their proper officers, all of whom were appointed by a general assembly, whose first act was to proclaim Razin their sovereign.

~ The tsar sent troops to suppress the revolt. As Paul Avrich notes in Russian Rebels, 1600–1800, "The brutality of the repressions by far exceeded the atrocities committed by the insurgents." The tsar's troops mutilated the rebels' bodies and displayed them in public to serve as a warning to potential dissenters.

~ Razin and his brother were captured at Kagalnik Fortress in 1671 by Cossack elders and turned over to Tsarist officials in Moscow. On June 16, following the reading of the verdict against him, Razin was quartered on the Red Square, where he was ultimately beheaded.

You read over the notes two more times, doing your best to memorize it word for word, before you noticed Jake’s hands had begun moving. Both of his hands had left their spot on your waist, slowly traveling over the tops of your thighs. Your breath hitched and you dropped the pen you’d been holding to keep your place. You leaned back into Jake’s touch, sighing at the feeling of him touching you in places he hadn’t before. But, just as quickly as his actions had started, they stopped, pulling a whine from you. 

Pushing you forward and away from his body, he addressed you. “Don’t whine. I told you to read, and you stopped. Keep going.” He couldn’t be serious.

“I was focusing just fine until you started touching me.” You sassed.

He grabbed your chin and jerked it to face him. “Did you not like it? Because it sure sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Of course I liked it, so why did you stop?” You were frustrated. You didn’t want the games, you just wanted him.

“Because you stopped reading. I told you, do what you’re told and you’ll be rewarded. You want me to keep touching you? I’ll be happy to, as long as you keep reading.” You stared at him incredulously. “You stop, I stop.” 

If looks could kill Jake would be dead right now, but he laughed at your attempt to look intimidating. Patting your cheek patronizingly he spoke, “better get back to reading, huh?”

You scowled at him and turned back to continue reading, picking up from where you left off. You still had to read this section 2 more times, and lord knows what he was going to do next. Once Jake realized you had continued, his hands did as well, dragging lower down your thighs before moving back up. His hands began moving inward every time they came back up, each inch closer making your pulse race erratically. 

God you missed his touch. You hadn’t realized how badly you craved it until his hands were back on you, and even through your tights you could feel how strong they were. It took a huge amount of willpower you didn’t know you possessed to not pick up his hand and put it around your throat. There would be time for that later, you assumed.

You made your way to the next set of bullets about the French Invasion of Russia. 

~ The French invasion of Russia, also known as the Russian campaign, the Second Polish War, the Army of Twenty nations, and the Patriotic War of 1812 was launched by Napoleon Bonaparte to force the Russian Empire back into the continental blockade of the United Kingdom.

~ Within six weeks, Napoleon lost half of his men because of the extreme weather conditions, disease and hunger, winning just the Battle of Smolensk. The Russian Army continued to retreat, under its new Commander in Chief Mikhail Kutuzov, employing attrition warfare against Napoleon.

~ Although several retreating French corps united with the main army, when the Berezina was reached, Napoleon only had about 49,000 troops and 40,000 stragglers of little military value. On 5 December, Napoleon left the army at Smorgonie in a sledge and returned to Paris. Within a few days, 20,000 more perished from the bitter cold and louse-borne diseases. As many as 380,000 died in the campaign, and Napoleon’s reputation of invincibility was shattered.

As you read, all you could focus on was the way Jake’s hands moved. You wanted him to strip you down, bend you over his desk and fuck you into oblivion. Maybe if you played your cards right, he would. 

While you were in the middle of reviewing the second bullet for the second time, Jake pulled the paper away from you. You frowned at him, “Hey! I was reading that.”

He watched the pout form on your face, feeling warmth throughout his body at the sight. You were down right sexy on any given day, but god you were fucking cute. He wanted to kiss that pout so badly, to finally feel your lips on his, but he was determined to stick to his original plan. 

“Good I’m glad, seeing as that’s what you were instructed to do.” You looked away and rolled your eyes. You weren’t sure what it was about him that made you feel so bratty but you couldn’t stop yourself or your attitude. You chalked it up to the pent up sexual frustration that nagged at you like a swarm of mosquito in your ear.

Jake’s hands moved back to their place on your thick thighs, moving at a quicker pace than before and getting closer and closer to where you really wanted them to be. “Question 1- Where and when was Stepan Razin captured and what occurred after his capture?” 

You opened your mouth to answer, but right as you went to speak, Jake’s fingers slipped under your skirt. Your breathing picked up and you completely forgot what you were going to tell him.

His fingers made no attempt to stop, but he looked at you expectantly. “Come on sweet girl, you know the answer.” You swallowed harshly but nodded, calming yourself down to speak again.

“Kagalnik Fort-fortress in 1671. H-he was quartered and beheaded.” You were impressed with yourself that you could even get that out. He nodded in approval, his fingers ever so slightly brushed over the lace of your panties. He groaned under his breath at the feeling. You were so fucking warm, all he wanted was to rip the thin fabric right off your body, but he composed himself. 

“And where was he beheaded?” His fingers moved with a feather light touch that had you itching for more. He was so god damn close, but he wouldn’t stop teasing. It was driving you crazy.

You took a deep breath, “the Red Square.”

He smiled again, “good girl.” Before you could even consider responding to him, you felt the pads of his middle and ring fingers press firmly against your core through the lace. 

Fuck yes.

He gently circled his fingers over you, your head falling back onto his shoulder. Jake took advantage of the open access to your neck, immediately peppering dragged out, wet kisses against your skin. It felt incredible, the pairing of the two sensations. You found yourself softly moaning and grinding into his hands, searching shamelessly for more. 

“Keep reading. Remember, I’ll continue if you do.”

You quickly nodded and brought your attention to the paper Jake had put back in front of you. As you read the second set of bullets 3 more times, you struggled immensely. Jake hadn’t stopped touching you and it was a challenge to keep your eyes open and your head up. You desperately needed more, needed to feel his fingers inside you. 

The time passed by without you realizing, but by the time Jake moved the paper away from you to ask you the next set of questions, your stomach dropped. You couldn’t recall a single thing you read… and you had enough sense to know that was bad for you.

“Question 3- How many of Napoleon’s men died in the campaign against Russia?”

Shit. So, so stupid of you to not focus enough. No, no, that was entirely his fault. He knew what he was doing. He was setting you up because he wanted to see you squirm. God he really was the devil.

“Um… uh…” With your hesitation came the retraction of his fingers. You reached out to grab him to keep him still, but his free hand easily wrapped around both of your wrists and kept them away. “No, Jake, please. Please don’t stop. Please!”

“You want my fingers? Answer the fucking question.”

You fought the urge to groan and roll your eyes. Obviously you would’ve answered the question if you knew the fucking answer. You figured that saying that out loud would only screw you over more, though.

“I- shit, Jake, I don’t know. I don’t remember. 75,000?? I don’t know, I just- please, please don’t stop.”

With that, he removed his hand completely from beneath your skirt, and at that point you let the frustrated whine pour from your lips. 

“I warned you, sweetheart. Stand up.” Not having the energy to fight, you did as you were told, standing in front of him with your back turned towards the desk, your eyes staring up at him through thick lashes. 

He stared back at you, his gaze intense but mischievous. And then for whatever reason, it softened. You watched as he clenched his jaw and stared down at your lips, your bottom lip being bitten ever so slightly by your top teeth. Jake’s thumb came up to pull your bottom lip out, smoothing over it with the pad of his finger and smiling ever so slightly. His brows furrowed, and it seemed as though he was fighting with himself in his head. He took a deep breath and looked into your eyes before shifting his stare back to your lips. 

Was he going to kiss you? Is that what he was debating? You fully thought he was about to punish you even more for not being able to answer his question, but maybe that soft side of Jake was making another appearance.

“Jake?”

He looked back up at you, seeing the confusion written on your face. He wanted you so much more than he could describe, in every way possible. Yet there was still a nagging voice in the back of his head telling him it was a huge risk, and in all honesty, he knew that it was. He also knew that he wouldn’t be able to handle being around you as much as he had been if he forced himself to keep things professional. He wasn’t even sure he could actually be successful in doing that.

“I probably should’ve said this a while ago, and I know it’s shitty of me that I didn’t. I wasn’t thinking and that’s my fault. I just feel like before I do anything else, before we do anything else, I need to be completely transparent.”

He’d never been this serious with you, and you weren’t sure how to feel about it. You replayed his words in your head a few times, suddenly filled with anxiety and nausea. You stepped away from him and put your hands up between the two of you.

“Jake… please do not tell me you’re married.” You were probably shaking like a chihuahua. You refused to be a home wrecker. God a married man screwing around with his student?? That would be awful, so terribly awful. You’d feel like shit. Granted you’ve never seen him wear a wedding band, though he does wear a lot of r-

“Married?? What?? No, I’m not married.Why would you- oh. Okay, I could have phrased that way better than I did, I’m sorry sweetheart.” He moved closer to you and took your hands in his, both of you looking down at where you were connected. 

“You have no fucking idea how badly I want you, how often I think about you. How many times I’ve had to stop myself from tossing you over my desk in that classroom and fucking the daylights out of you in front of every other student.” You shuddered at his confession. You had a feeling that was likely the case, but hearing the confirmation was exhilarating. 

“But you have to understand how much is at risk if someone finds out about this.” You weren’t sure this was even a thing yet, but you elected to not interrupt him. “I could lose my job, you could get expelled. Someone could twist it and say that I took advantage of you. I don’t want any of that to happen to either of us.”

“Jake, if you don't want to risk it, I understand. I wouldn't blame you at all.” It would suck, sure, but you didn't want to completely fuck over his - or your - entire life.

He pulled you into him, not a single inch separating your bodies. He moved your hair over your shoulder, taking a brief pause to play with one of the curls. Taking advantage of the now fully unobstructed expanse of your throat, he bent down to trail kisses along the skin. His lips felt like electricity on your body and you couldn't get enough of it, lopping your fingers around the belt loops of his pants to keep him close. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth ran dry, soft sighs tumbling out from between your own lips. Lips that were begging to be on his.

“Oh angel. Haven't I shown you just how much I want you? Haven't I been horrendously obvious?” You smiled as he continued kissing your throat, moving up to nip at your earlobe.

You pushed him away, just briefly, to look into his eyes. “You might have to show a bit more Jake. I’m not sure I fully got the message.”

Excitement flashed in his eyes and without another thought, his lips crashed against yours. You both sighed and relaxed into the kiss, as if you were both on edge just waiting for this very moment. Truth be told, you both were. Your hands wrapped around his neck while his moved to pick you up from under your ass. 

Mumbling against your lips, he commanded, “jump” and you did just that. Jake cleared off his desk, shoving the papers and books to the floor without hesitation, and sat you on top of the polished wood.

You didn't have it in you to take things slow, so without breaking the kiss you grabbed his shirt from where it buttoned up and tugged as hard as you could, sending the buttons flying across the room. He groaned in response and you finally moved to feel his bare chest. So warm, just like you remembered. 

Jake unzipped your skirt and slid it off your body with ease. He then moved down, breaking the kiss to your dismay, and unclasped your bodysuit, immediately ridding it from your body as well. At that point you were left in your tights, your boots, and a brand new black lace lingerie set that you may or may not have purchased with a certain professor in mind.

He tossed his head back and moaned. “You're going to be the fucking death of me.” The way your breasts were practically pouring out of the bra sent him reeling. On a different day when he didn't feel like a feral animal he’d take more time to appreciate every inch of you. But today was certainly not one of those days, and Jake borderline ripped the fabric from your body. He needed to see you exposed in front of him, and god, what a sight you were.

His lips attached to one of your breasts, sucking and biting so perfectly. One of his hands came down to massage the other, while his free hand moved down to finally touch you without the barrier of clothing. Two of his fingers slipped between your folds and you both moaned loudly. 

“Shit, you're fucking soaked. Who made you this wet baby? Tell me.” His fingers felt incredible, but you needed so much more. As if he could read your mind, Jake inserted those fingers into your dripping heat and curled them with expert precision. 

You threw your head back and moaned, words being nearly impossible to form. “Y-you, Jake. Fuck, don’t stop.” You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed by how quickly you were reaching your climax. You’d been so worked up from the tension alone that by the time Jake was actually touching you, you were putty in his hands, and he knew it too.

“Won’t stop baby. Wanna see you cum all over my fingers. Come on sweetheart, give it to me.” His voice was like the finest silk, and your body immediately responded to his command, shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

Once you had calmed down enough, you moved to kneel in front of Jake, your hands already reaching for his belt, but he stopped you and shook his head. You looked up at him in confusion.

“Believe me, I’d love to shove my cock into that gorgeous mouth and watch you choke on it, but I need to fuck you right now.” Your body shook at his filthy words, wanting nothing more than to hear him continue speaking. It wouldn’t be shocking at all if he could get you off with just his words alone. Maybe you’d try to test that out one day.

You nodded and brought your hands back to his belt, quickly undoing it, along with the button and zipper of his pants. He chuckled at your eagerness but pushed his pants down and spun you around to bend you over his desk. His hands caressed your body with a softness that would surely juxtapose his next actions. Jake spread you open and glided his fingers through your pussy a few more times before spreading the wetness that had accumulated on his fingers over his cock. He was throbbing and needed to be inside you so badly, he thought if he didn’t fuck you he’d explode.

Not wasting anymore time, Jake sheathed himself fully inside of you, collapsing onto your back and taking deep breaths for a moment before collecting himself, pushing up, and beginning to fuck into you mercilessly. The sounds coming from both of your mouths, as well as skin slapping harshly against skin, were bouncing off the walls. All you knew was him, all you could think about was him. Just Jake and how fucking incredible he felt. The stretch was delicious and you welcomed the minor sting of pain, one that quickly dissolved into sheer pleasure.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking amazing wrapped around me.” He moaned out. He grabbed your hair and pulled you back, the new angle making you scream. He licked a stripe up your neck and bit your ear lobe before biting it gently. “God, you’re taking my cock so fucking well sweetheart. Such a good girl for me.” 

Your eyes rolled back into your head at his words, pussy clenching around him. He groaned in your ear. “Don’t do that sweetheart, don’t fucking- fuck- I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”

Clenching again, you smirked, knowing he couldn’t see it due to your current position. You heard him scoff in response, a sound that was cut off by his own whiny moan. 

“Yeah? Is that what you want? You want me to cum? Such a desperate little slut. Come on baby, beg for my fucking cum.” 

Jake’s pace picked up, his thrusts pushing you harder into the desk you were leaning on. You felt your second orgasm coming and knew it wouldn’t take much before you reached that peak again. You opened your mouth to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear, but you were cut off by the feeling of his fingers reaching around to rub quick circles over your clit. The only sounds coming out of you were screams of his name and an assortment of curses as you came around him. 

He felt animalistic, a low growl booming from his chest at the sound of his name falling off your perfect lips. It was the greatest thing Jake had ever heard in his life and he knew he’d be doing whatever he could after this to hear that beautiful noise over and over. 

“Come on Jake, pl-please. Need it so badly, want you to cum. Please, Jake. Please!” You’d beg as much as he wanted, but you could tell he was close, his dick twitching inside of you and his thrusts losing their rhythm. 

“Shit, yeah. Gonna cum. So good, so fucking good.” You felt Jake move to pull out and you reached back to grab his wrist, turning to face him and shaking your head.

“Inside.” His head dropped at the simple demand. You really would be the death of him.

“Fucking hell, yeah, yeah okay. Fuck okay.” His voice came out as a raspy whisper, even he was too fucked out to properly speak. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum.”

With just a few more thrusts, you felt him spill inside you, both of you moaning at the feeling. Jake slumped over you once he was done riding out his orgasm, both of you completely spent and out of breath. After a minute, he lifted himself up, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder and pulling out. You stood up, moving to walk over to where your clothing had been thrown, but faltering as your legs buckled under you. 

Jake reached out to grab your arm and hold you steady, chuckling a bit. You scowled at him, poking his chest. “Don’t laugh at me, this is your fault.”

His laugh only got louder at your accusation. “You’re right. I’m sorry for fucking you senseless and making it hard for you to walk. It’ll never happen again.”

This time you stared at him, masking your worry with a raised brow as if to question if he meant those words. He raised his hands in the air.

“That was a joke, I promise.” 

“It better be.”

“Trust me, I’m not done with you. Now get dressed, we’re going back to my place.”

You rushed to put your clothing back on as he did the same. “Round two?” You asked, hoping the answer would be yes. Sure, you could barely move, but you couldn’t get enough of him.

He smirked, reaching for your hand and pulling you towards the door. “And three, if you can handle it.”

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[beetlesau]

SoulBox

CHAPTER 5, THIS IS IT THE LAST CHAPTER

I'm wrapping this up because I just don't have the steam to make a cohesive story anymore lol. I thought I'd have one more chapter but then I crammed it all into this one, oops.

I'm sorry if you wanted to be tagged still it's just been so long since an update I feel anxious about it.

It's time we meet.

You unwrapped a crisp little note that rattled your Soulbox,

Actually this time. No distractions, nothing getting in the way. I'm starting to feel way in over my head about this lately and I've never felt that way about shit before. You deserve the truth. I don't even know if you'll like me for who I am. It doesn't feel right to not tell you everything. 

You read the note a few times over to yourself. It was so... perplexing. Up until this point, you'd thought he had just been busy, but now you realized he was avoiding you for a reason. The anxiety you felt was enough to call in a personal day at work. You lay on your couch, wads of crinkled papers thrown around the room. You had no idea how to respond. You wanted to meet, but after obsessing over these cryptic words, what did he mean he's not who you think? Who is he? Is he a villain? Is he even in the hero profession at all? 

Why, oh why, did none of those options.... matter, to you?

Your anxiety was centered around why none of this seemed like a big deal to you. But, it was a big deal? And you should be anxious that your soulmate has a deal-breaking secret to tell you, but you aren't. Which is just making you anxious for all the wrong reasons. 

... you felt bad for... not .. feeling bad. 

You were pacing yourself sick when the buzzer to your apartment rang. It startled you enough you nervously approached the speaker by your door. What if it was him? What if he had found you somehow? What if now was the time? What if-- The buzzer rang again, more feverish and unending now. 

"Hello!?" you all but screamed to whoever was ringing your apartment's number. 

"What the hell are you doing? Why the hell aren't you at work dumbass?" a familiar voice growled through to you.

"Oh! Bakugo... I... I'm uh, I'm just not feeling well. I think... I have a cold!"

"... Bullshit. You've never been sick a day in your life, your quirk won't allow it."

How did he... never mind, there were probably plenty of people who could figure that fun fact out about you, not just Midoriya the hero-obsessed wonder.

"Ah, uh, that's not, true. Um, see I think it must be a new strand. Yeah, I can't seem to even use my quirk to get rid of it I'm so sick. *Cough Cough* ah, yeah see? So you'd better just leave, I can't have you coming up and getting si--"

You nearly jumped out of your skin as there was a pounding at your door. You checked the peek hole and saw it was none other than Bakugo, scowling into the lens.

"Son of a. WHO let you in the building!?" you screeched, turning to the mess that was your apartment. You scrambled to pick up loose notes, wadded papers, and an occasional tissue when your thoughts went to the worst possible meaning behind the sudden soul-sent message. 

"Turns out the doorman is a huge fan of Dynamite. What the FUCK are you doing and why have you not opened this door yet, huh?" he grumbled. "I'll break it down, you know I will." You could hear the agitation in his voice.

"NO! ugh, just give me a second would you!? I told the office I was taking a personal day, I didn't know I also had to tell you too!"

You march back to the door and yank it open, "Remind me to look for apartments with better security--what? What are these?" Your eyes caught the tufts of color lowered by his side.

"What the hell do they look like, Smokey, they're flowers." he pushed them to your chest before inviting himself in. 

"I...? Thank you. Why?"

He didn't answer, he just looked at you like you were the crazy one for even asking. 

"Okay. Anyway, I'm sorry, is there something I can help you with? I took the day off for a reason you know?"

"What reason?" he quipped.

"It's just one day, Bakugo. I'm just having a personal crisis I guess. My soulmate wants to try and meet up again."

"So? Isn't that what you wanted?" his face unreadable, he made his way uninvited to your couch. 

"Make yourself at home, I guess?" Shifting into host mode you pulled bottled water from your fridge and offered it up to your new houseguest. "Well yeah, but the way the note was-- wait how do you know where I live?"

"Wow, distracted much? Your dumbass friend from work, Karen or whatever the fuck told Kirishima and I heard so here I am."

"Kirishima asked where I lived. Why? Wait who? Who's Karen? I'm totally lost."

"Jesus, the secretary lady, I don't know her name I thought it was Karen. WHO CARES. You focus on the dumbest shit, I swear."

"It's not dumb, it's completely valid! But, FINE. WHY DID KIRISHIMA, need to get my address from Sahrin, the secretary!?!" you raise your voice to the absolute bafoon sitting in front of you.

"He heard you were sick and wanted to have a card signed by the office and sent over to you, shitty woman!"

"I'M NOT SICK, HOW DID HE EVEN GET THAT IDEA??"

"OBVIOUSLY FROM ME, IDIOT? I JUST KNEW SHE WASN'T GOING TO GIVE ME THE ADDRESS BECAUSE SHE'S AN ASSHOLE!"

"So you're telling me, you got Kiri to think I was sick, planted the idea that I needed a get well card sent over to me, so you hid within earshot while he probably flirted to get my address out of the secretary, "tHe AsSHolE" Sahrin NOT Karen, and then took it upon yourself to come to my apartment and harass me on my day off, right?"

"I didn't fuckin' hide. I could have got it myself if I wanted, I just didn't wanna flirt with some extra." he huffed. 

"Okay, Bakugo. Well?"

"Well what, hag!?"

"... where's my get well soon card!?" You held out your hand, only for it to get harshly swatted away by the blonde. 

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? GET SERIOUS."

"Oh wait, so that's what the flowers were for! Everyone thinks I'm sick?"

Bakugo's face blanked a moment, his mouth moving without speaking before his words finally caught up.

"Sure. Anyway, how is your dumbass soulmate causing you to take a personal day off work?" his face was heavy with stress, even with him trying to hide it you could see.

"Right. I dunno. I know it's so stupid--"

"I didn't say it was stupid. I just want a real answer."

"I'll get there! I just, he wants to meet again and the things he said in his note just... didn't sit right with me." You slouched into the couch trying to collect all your various free-floating thoughts.

"First he tells me he's been busy lately. So we haven't messaged a lot, which is fine. But, he's been ... acting differently whenever we do."

"Different? How?" Bakugo leaned in close, his expression told you this conversation had his full attention. It made you feel... wrong. This was the kind of thing you should tell a close friend, not some coworker you started having a crush on. It felt like cheating. 

A what-- you turned your eyes away from his burning red one. A bit of a slap to the face that something very obvious had only just now been realized by you. 

"I- I-" you stammered, Your thought process seemed to have come to a halt on the outside but on the inside, you couldn't stop the flow of information that was coming from this new discovery. 

You hesitated to meet your soulmate now, after minimal contact these past weeks. Why? Because you had someone else to occupy your thoughts now? Was that fair? Was that even right?

Did you stay home out of fear?

Fear that your soulmate wanted to reject you, no it would seem not.

Fear that you would go to work and see someone that didn't make you feel all that bad about that possibility, maybe.

And then what? Bakugo has a soulmate, and from what little he's told you about them, the way he's told you, they might as well be the Sun compared to you. 

"I'm sorry. I don't know." You glared hard at nothing in particular. "No, that's not true. It's been me. I've been different." You wrung your hands from the anxiety. Your thoughts and feelings were unfolding before you in real time, not exactly in the way you were used to. 

"You?" Bakugo inched closer to your face, something anyone else wouldn't think twice about being that it was a minuscule distance, but at this moment you were hyperaware of every little thing about him. The way his eyes searched your face for more answers. Answers you didn't want to give. 

"Yeah. What if I don't... what if it turns out I don't want him to... I've spent my life, believing in him as my one true Soulmate. I know that the world has so many possibilities for us, that there's never just One option. One outcome. But he was my first. And as a child, I banked so hard on fairytales and true love. I was so stubborn I didn't think about ever moving on just because he wouldn't speak to me. And that obsession with him being the one grew because of all the hard work I put into loving him and making him love me."

"But now you don't feel the same?"

"I love him. I do. Or I know I'm supposed to. I know that I will. Because he's my soulmate. I just thought..... I thought he would be the only one I loved." you confessed. Suddenly overwhelmed you stood. "I think you should leave." Your heart tremored at what you needed to do. There was no way you could keep going down this path, you could see no light at the end of it. Even if your soulmate had something horrid to tell you there was no use leaning on Bakugo for any of it. You wouldn't dream of chasing something forbidden as another person's soulmate

He stood without argument or snark as he normally would and silently headed towards the door. He seemed to understand what you were going through, having gone through the same quite recently himself. 

"I'm sorry. That I did this. This isn't how I wanted things to go, and I never meant to confuse you. I want you to know that all of this has been very real for me. I'm sorry for not being who I should have been from the start, instead of being an asshole. But I promise you, things can be fixed now." he left quietly, and the air was thick with unspoken words. 

You took your Soulbox and moved to the counter. You couldn't wait or hesitate any longer. There was no reason to stall, no reason to overthink it. You quickly jotted down your reply to your waiting soulmate. 

Then let's meet, Soulmate.

Let's meet at this park outside of this cafe, here.

The letter came shortly after you'd sent yours. It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes after Bakugo had left. It was a park not far from where you'd had lunch with him so many days ago. 

Alright, when?

Now.

Your heart skipped a beat. Now? But you were... well... you weren't busy. But they didn't know that. Maybe you could come up with an excuse... Why were you so nervous? This was what you'd wanted your entire life but the butterflies in your stomach were overwhelming you. 

I know you're free today, don't bother trying to get out of it. 

You read the message that followed, your heart vibrated so hard you were sure it could activate your quirk and leave you. How? How did they know? Oh god. You felt yourself so desperate now. You needed to know. 

I'm on my way. 

Know that I love you. 

You stared at the message, unsure of your feelings. You mindlessly held on to this note as you gathered your purse and locked your apartment door behind you. 

You decided to walk, it wasn't far. You needed time to gather your thoughts and your courage for the meeting. When you arrived, however, you were met with a familiar face unexpectedly. 

"Hey! Kirishima, what are you doing here?" you paused on the idea that he was your soulmate, but it was quickly cast from your mind when he jumped straight to the point. 

"Did you know that Katsuki never had a Soulbox? He still doesn't." he smiled at you like you'd been in the middle of a perfectly normal conversation. 

"What?"

"Yeah, he used to just stuff letters into the front pouch of his backpack in UA." Kirishima's sharp teeth grinned in fondness at his memories. "One day me and some of our friends were curious so we took it when he wasn't looking, and we found a letter form his Soulmate, that was how we found out."

"Oh. That's... funny. Why are you- Why tell me this?"

He ignored you in favor of telling another story. 

"So a few years before you came to UA, you remember on the news that he'd been kidnapped and all that? Then we started staying in dorms on campus. Everyone wanted to know what his room looked like because he wouldn't let us in. Anyway, we told him we wanted to study and we all agreed we should do it in his room. He let us, thinking we were actually going to study. The jokes on him cause we all barely passed our classes either way. But yeah, so Mina saw a keychain hanging on the bed's headrest. It was some AllMight holiday edition I think? I don't remember. But, not the point. So we grilled him and he told us it was the first thing his soulmate ever sent to him, funny right?"

"Funny." Your heart was in your throat now. You could feel tears threatening at the corner of your eyes. You needed to hear more but needed silence all at once. It was so much to take in. There was no reason for him to be telling any of this to you. This strangely similar parallel story that you feel like you lived in some way. 

"And do you know what the first thing he ever sent to his soulmate was?" Kirishima asked you gently.

You instinctually reached for the locket that lay around your neck, realizing you were still holding the note you'd carried with you to the park. 

"What was it?" you whispered so softly you didn't think he'd heard your question. But he didn't need to, it wasn't for him. 

"It was a shitty gum wrapper." a familiar gruff voice spoke behind you. 

You spun so fast on your heels that you'd lost balance enough to fall into this voice. 

"Please." your tears fell freely now. "Please say it's you." you whimpered. 

"I tortured someone for years because I had fallen in love with them. I did everything I could to keep myself from getting close to them because I was scared it would mean I didn't really love my Soulmate." Bakugo steaded you, his grip on you was firm and desperate as if you would try to run away. "Then I found out the truth. That I was pushing away the one person I wanted by my side forever."

"I wanted it to be you." was all you could manage, You held out your hand and the last Soulmate letter rolled in your palm, crinkled and wadded up. He took it from you, fixing it, folding it neatly this time before taking the wrapper from your locket and replacing it. 

"I don't want you to hate me. I pushed you away because I thought you belonged to someone else. That I belonged to someone else. I should have known it was you all along. I could never be with anyone but you." Katsuki wiped the tears from your face, now holding your cheeks in his calloused hands. 

"I wanted it to be you. I'm so happy that it's you, Katsuki."

It was all he'd needed to hear before pressing his lips to yours. 

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