#I’m either cold or ride or die

[fandxmslxt69]

Terrible Liar

Avenger!Loki x Avenger!f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injury (reader has a nasty ass wound), mentions of blood and medical supplies, Loki and reader are both assholes to each other but its FUNNY. Rushed plot bc this came to me in a fever dream. Maybe some bad grammar, run on sentences etc. Ignore those ahaha. this is NOT edited or reviewed AT ALL. she's as raw as they come.

A/N: This came to be in a fever dream. Btw. Like God sent it to me. I'm sorry if it feels rushed I was so desperate to get it all down I blacked out. IT'S 5K OKAY MY BAD AHAHAH i'm kind of a slut for this kind of trope so MY BAD. anyway this is for THE @sarahscribbles 's Christmas Celebration!! Sorry I'm a little late, these two wouldn't shut the fuck up so I got carried away. ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOY SARAH I LOVE YOU <3

Synopsis: What could possibly go wrong with spending a night sharing a room with Loki? (aka: enemies to lovers + one bed trope)

Word count: 5K

Oh man. You watched Loki bang the hood of the car in anger. That can’t be good. 

You rested your head against the window of the stolen car, taking deep breaths. You could feel your whole body shaking from the adrenaline. You hadn’t calmed down a single bit since the ride out here. How long has it been? Probably less than an hour. You had no idea how far out you were from the nearest town and it absolutely was not the right time for this car to stop. Your entire body hurt from getting kicked in the ass repeatedly during the fight, and your head spun. Your left side throbbed and your shoulder screamed in agony. Not to mention, you are completely separated from the rest of the group, and you have no means of communication. Somewhere along the way, you had lost your comm, and your spare was of no use. Loki said the lines were down anyway, so it wasn’t much help to begin with. 

Speaking of the devil, he threw the door of the car open, letting in the chill winter air, and huffed as he got back in, slamming the door behind him. “Stupid, useless vehicle. What is the point of transportation if it fails so easily?” He grumbled.

“It’s out of gas, genius,” “Well it’s not making for a very efficient getaway car,” He ran a hand through his hair. “Well?” You looked at him expectantly, but he only looked back with an expression of confusion. You sat up straighter to face him, but your vision blurred and your head swam. It took you a minute to collect yourself. “We can;t just sit here, we’ll freeze to death,” Loki scoffed. “No I won’t,” You clenched your jaw. “Okay, I’ll freeze to death,” “Tragedy,” His tone was dead as he pulled out his phone to mess with. “I’ll let them know it was a heroic death,” “You’re such an asshole,” “How original,” You nearly growled. “Laufeyson,” “Agent,” He replied smoothly, looking up at you with one of those disarming grins. You were not falling for it. You may be delirious and crashing soon, but you were not falling for Loki’s charms. 

“We need to figure something out,” “You mean I need to figure it out,” “Oh my fucking god. I’m not gonna sit here like some passenger princess-” “Agent, you are trembling so hard you couldn’t even walk a foot much less help out in this little dilemma,” Loki interrupted. “I have no desire to starve out here, and horrifyingly, I can’t find it in my heart to let you die out here either. I’ll figure it out,” 

You grumbled under your breath, and you were certain he heard you because he grinned wider and went back to messing with his phone. 

He was right though, you were shaking really hard- both from the adrenaline and now, the cold. Whenever you exhaled, a puff of white air formed in front of you, and the tip of your nose was starting to go numb. The idea of leaving your fate at the moment in the hands of Loki was an absolutely horrifying idea, since you knew how reckless this guy tended to be. But you didn’t have much of a choice, and as much as it physically pained you to sit quietly and wait, you did just that. It was made another fifteen minutes before Loki peeled his eyes away from the phone pad. He opened the door to the car, and stepped out. 

“Hey!” You yelled. “Where the hell are you going? Close the goddamn door!” But of course, he didn’t bother answering or listening. He looked around, staring at his phone occasionally before surveying the area again. And just when you thought he couldn’;t get more insane, he started walking away from the car. Your heart squeezed in your chest. Was he going to leave you here? Like hell he was. You kicked open your door, shakingly getting out of the car. You were vaguely aware of the stab of pain at your side that nearly had you doubled over as black spots danced in your vision, but you willed yourself to push it aside. You slammed the door shut as you walked out after Loki. 

“Hey!” You yelled out to him. You had no idea if he could even hear you with the way the wind howled and snow whipped at your face. It was freezing cold, snow biting your cheeks and your teeth chattering after being out here for less than a few minutes. “Laufeyson!” You yelled louder, arm clutching your side and limping in the direction he walked in. No answer. You were positive a storm was kicking up. 

“Loki!” You screamed this time, as loud as your voice let you. Your chest heaved, your throat hurt, and the air you gulped stung so bad you were so close to never breathing it again. 

“Loki! God help me, Loki, when I find you!” You looked around slowly, yet all you saw was the outline of your stolen car in the winds, and white. So much white. “I’ll haunt you, you know!” You shouted into the wind. “If I die here, I’ll haunt you forever!” You had to shield your eyes from the harsh snow as you yelled. You knew he couldn’t hear you, but you also knew that he couldn’t have gotten too far. How long could he even last out here? Damn it, he could probably last a while. 

Stupid, horrible, arrogant Loki. You contemplated going back to the car, but decided that if you were going to imagine a million and one ways to kill and haunt Loki for eternity, you might as well do it while freezing out here. You were only at number fifteen of your haunting possibilities when you heard his stupidly smooth voice. “What in the Nine Realms do you think you’re doing out here?”

You whirled around to find him standing there, absolutely unaffected by the weather or your situation. His cheeks were rosy and his pretty hair was up in a bun (that was more falling apart than anything) and pretty snowflakes hung in the curls. 

He looked….well. He looked heavenly, to say the least. 

“I was out here looking for you,” You shot back as harshly as you could, but with the way your teeth chattered and the small smirk that tugged at his lips, it didn’t seem to be working. “You should have stayed in the car,” He sounded almost…angry. Why the hell would he be angry when he left you behind? Although, the frown and furrowed brows were a little cute. “You shouldn’t have wandered off and left me behind,” “I was coming to get you,” “Like hell you were,” “I was,” He stepped closer to you, and you had to hold back everything to not huddle up closer to him like a goddamn penguin. He snapped his fingers and you felt something warm and heavy fall on your shoulders. “Put that on. We’re leaving,” 

“Leaving?! Where the hell are we leaving?! Do I need to remind you that we are stranded in the middle of a storm?!” 

Loki grumbled as he forcefully got you into the jacket he conjured. You didn’t bother saying thank you, which was fine because he only kept glaring at you before marching ahead. 

“Where are you going?!” He didn’t bother answering. “Loki!” Assshit. You grumbled and huffed the entire time as you hurried after him, trying to block off the tingling ache at your side. You knew you didn’t get stabbed. Maybe it’s a big cut. You were certain you’d know if a knife had lodged itself into your side. 

You had no idea where Loki was taking you but you kept your mouth shut in hopes that it was someplace warm and safe. 

“Your hair looks like shit,” You blurted out. Okay, maybe not always keeping your mouth shut.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye. “You don’t look much better,” “Yeah but I said it first,” “Maybe I should have left you in the car,” “I would’ve still found you,” “Yes, haunting me forever,” “You heard that?!” He shrugged. “I was heading back to the car. You weren’t exactly quiet,” You stared at him with wide eyes. “And you didn’t even say anything,” “I found it too amusing to interrupt,” You frowned, shoving him with your shoulder. Wrong move apparently, because your vision started spinning and your knees nearly buckled. Loki wrapped an arm around you ever so gently, as if scared you’d shatter otherwise. “Stop talking,” He snapped. “And stop being so damn aggressive. I would like to make this journey without you collapsing on me,” “I’m not going to collapse,” You mumbled. “You always were a terrible liar,” He muttered under his breath, and more or less carried you to your destination. At first, you didn’t let him, but he won eventually, like he always did, and you leaned the rest of your weight onto him. 

You had no idea where you were until you reached the smack middle of a small town. A picture perfect fantasy, almost. Little houses and small shops lined with lights and trees and covered in snow. It was like stepping into a Hallmark movie. Each house was so full of light, and even through the howling wind, you could hear the sounds of laughter and shrieking children. 

How the hell did Loki find this place? “There’s a motel here. We’ll book rooms, spend the night. I’m sure there’s Wi-Fi too,” Loki sounded like he was talking more to himself than you. 

“Freaking out?” You asked. 

“Yes. I’m thinking of which way Stark will kill me if you die,” “Pfft. Tony wouldn’t kill you,” Loki raised his eyebrows but stayed quiet as he walked you both through the town. The storm was clearly picking up, and you were thankful that he had all those genes to keep him alive in this weather, and that he was able to find this place. 

When you reached the motel- which appeared to be the only one in town- you couldn’t help smiling (even if you couldn’t feel your face at all anymore). It was a cute little building, rustic and heartwarming. Little snowmen lined the front, and a bed jingled as you and Loki entered. The inside was even better, with burgundy and gold designs and wallpaper that looked like it came straight out of a Victorian novel. It was cozy, and more importantly, warm. 

You almost sobbed in relief as you practically collapsed onto an armchair by the counter. Your body sank into it, your nerves singing in joy as you slowly felt your fingertips again. 

“Are you alright?” Loki asked. 

You nodded. “Yup,” He made a sound of disapproval. “You need to lie better,” “Go shove your head through the wall,” You muttered back. He only grinned. Loki didn’t even appear fazed or relieved at the warmth, and simply marched up to the counter. There was no one there, and he rang the bell at least five times. 

“Would you stop that?” You snapped after the sixth time.

“It’s a bell. It’s meant to be used,” “Not like that,” “It’s how you call for attention,” “Well I’m sure whoever runs this place will be here shortly,” He lasted a whole two minutes before he hit the bell again. 

“Loki,” You hissed. 

“Just a minute!” You heard a cheery voice call from the back, and a short old lady appeared, seemingly out of breath. “Sorry about that, all those damn stairs,” She chuckled to herself.

Loki flashed her a smile. “It’s not a problem at all,” “Oh my,” The old woman smiled back but this time you swore up and down she blushed a little. 

Loki and his stupid, disarming smile. 

“My…friend and I are a little caught in this storm,” He started, gesturing to you. You waved weakly at the lady and mustered up a smile. She probably thought you were crazy. You had no idea how you looked, but you knew it wasn’t how a normal person should. 

“We were wondering if you had any available rooms for the night. Just two is fine,” He turned back to the lady with an even bigger smile. 

“Well,” She smiled wider at Loki. “I’ll see what I can do,” He nodded, “Thank you…” he squinted at her name tag. “Lucy. Thank you very much, Lucy,” And there Lucy went, blushing and grinning at him again. 

Horrible, absolutely tragic. The poor woman had no idea how insufferable Loki was. 

Lucy rummaged through her desk, seemingly looking for keys to the rooms. She pulled out one, placing it on the counter, before going back to look for the other. You waited, tagging your foot on the wood floor, staring at the cute fireplace. Your whole body hummed in gratitude, and your feet tingle, feeling back in them. 

“Oh dear,” Lucy muttered to herself. 

“Everything alright Lucy?” Loki asked. 

“It seems that I only have a single room available. This storm has the place booked fully,” She explained. 

Hell no. 

Loki sighed. “Very well-” “Are you sure?” You interrupted him. “Can you check again?” You probably sounded desperate, but you couldn’t stop yourself. 

You can’t share a room with Loki. You’d go crazy. You’d do something disastrous- like give in to the urge to cuddle into his chest! Or God forbid, tangle your hand in his hair. 

“I did, hon. I’m afraid this is all I’ve got,” She said apologetically. 

Fuuuuck. 

“It’s quite alright, Lucy. There’s two beds in the room, correct? I’m sure we can manage to share a room for a night,” Loki said hastily before you could interrupt again. 

Lucy opened her mouth, as if to say something else, before she stopped. “Alright,” “How much is it for the night, darling?” Oh okay, he was really laying it on thick then. 

“Oh- oh um…” Lucy chuckled nervously. “This room….it’s 150$ for the night. You can pay in the morning, if you prefer,” “Nonsense,” Loki smiled, pulling out cash from the pocket in his top armour, counting the bills. “Here you go, Lucy,” He handed her the money. “Thank you so very much for your help,” She nodded wordlessly as she handed him the key. Loki took it and turned back to you, arms on his hips. “Are you coming, or must I carry you?” “I wouldn’t mind being carried…” You started jokingly. Apparently, Loki couldn’t read the room, because he frowned, shrugged and then walked over, picking you up effortlessly. 

“Hey-!” You started to protest, but a sudden wave of pain shot through you, shutting you up. “I was joking,” You muttered.

“Mhm,” He said, shooting Lucy another smile before heading upstairs to your room. The stairs were cute too, you noticed, lined with a soft matt and cute lamps lined the walls. And Loki’s chest was really warm, and- that had nothing to do with the motel. 

Before your thoughts could get any more dangerous, Loki stopped in front of a room, hand rummaging through his back pocket to get the key. “You can put me down now,” “I’ll put you down when I feel like it,” Shithead. 

He unlocked the door and stepped in, closing it behind him with his foot. All businesslike, he walked over to the big bed and placed you down on it. It was comfy, and you had to control yourself from not falling back and getting it dirty in all your blood and gore. Loki looked you over. “Fine?” You nodded. “Fine,” He smiled and you were certain he was going to call you a liar but you stopped him. “Laufeyson?” “What?” “Where’s the other bed?” Loki froze, looking around the room slowly. “Oh,” “Oh?” He looked back at you. “It seems, darling, that there is no other bed,” “No fucking shit! You’re sleeping on the floor,” He looked at you in disbelief. “Absolutely not. We can share the bed like civilised people,” “Everyone always says that! And then it never works out!” You threw your hands up. You winced, immediately dropping your hands to hold your side. “Everyone? Who the hell is everyone?” “The movies, duh,” He stared at you. “You’re serious,” “Dead,” He ran a hand down his face. “Alright. We’ll split the bed or something. I truly don’t care enough. I simply want to sleep,” You shrugged. “Fine. Go shower first, then I’ll go in,” “I don’t have clothes to change out of, genius,” “You’re a god genius,” You replied mockingly. “I’m pretty sure you can snap your fingers and get us some clothes,” He stared at you, like he hadn’t had that thought at all. “Right.” And indeed, with a snap of his fingers, a pile of clothes appeared on the bed, and one in his hands. “Try not to get yourself killed,” “I hope you drown in the shower,” He smiled at you before heading into the washroom. You were finally alone, even for a few minutes. You breathed a sigh of relief. Being around Loki always ended with one of you flustered. Tragically, it tended to be you. You looked through the pile of clothes Loki summoned- a plain shirt that appeared way too large, and some plaid pants. They weren’t outrageous. You just had to make sure you hadn’t lost any limbs. 

You slowly peeled off the layers of your top- the jacket, weapons, cash, your useless comms and phone- and then unzipped your equally-useless-in-the-cold vest. You laid all your things on the floor, not wanting to get the bed dirty. Then, slowly, you lifted your top just under your chest, sucking in a deep breath.

Fuck. 

There was a nasty looking cut, starting from right under your ribs and nearly crossing the other side. You didn’t think it looked terrible, but you are almost certain it needed stitches. It wasn’t bleeding too much, but that might have to do with being out in the cold for too long than anything else- even your top was more or less soaked in blood. 

You didn’t even have a first aid kit. You traced around the cut slowly, wincing when it hurt. You prayed it wasn’t infected. 

“Alright, hm?” Your head snapped up to see Loki freshly showered and changed, his now useless mission suit nowhere in sight. “Um, yeah, I’m fine,” His jaw ticked. “You’re hurt,” “Yeah but I’m fine,” “You are bleeding,” He sounded ...angry. Was he mad at you? “It’s not like I did it on purpose,” You snapped. 

He clenched and unclenched his fists. He opened his mouth to say something, before he shook his head and stormed out of the room. 

“What the fuck? You called out after him. He didn’t answer as the door slammed behind him. 

You had no clue why he had to be so mad. It’s not like you chose to get hurt, and you certainly weren’t going to ask him for anything, so why’d he get so pissy? You grumbled to yourself as you grabbed the clothes, heading into the bathroom to scrub off the day. 

It took you a solid twenty minutes to wash everything out. You were very careful to not open your cut further, taking warm water to wash off the dried blood around it. 

You tugged on the plain shirt as you stepped out of the bathroom. You winced when you reached up to tie your hair, deciding to just leave it down to dry. You had thrown your old clothes on the pile of Loki’s in the bathroom, and used a spare towel to press against your wound. 

“Welcome back,” You said sarcastically when you found Loki sitting on the bed. 

“Come here,” He said curtly. 

“You can’t just order me around after you walk out you know? And you can’t get bitchy with me for no fucking reason-” “Will you please come sit down so you can look at your wound,” Loki snapped, but it didn’t sound harsh. It was almost…pleading. You froze in your spot, blinking slowly at him. His voice sounded devastated and in your daze, you nodded, slowly walking over to sit on the bed beside him. 

“May I?” He gestured to your shirt and you nodded again. He lifted it over your head, and suddenly you were thankful for putting on the sports bra Loki brought with your clothes.. “You didn’t say anything,” He whispered. 

You swallowed. This was too freaky. You never got this close with Loki. “We-...we had other things to worry about,” You swore his hands trembled as he reached into the first aid kit beside him. Where did he get that? Did he run out to buy one? Damn it. You and Loki didn’t do fluffy shit. The one day you needed him to be an asshole….

He took his time cleaning the wound, and you tried your best to keep your yelps of pain down. 

“Do you want stitches?” Loki asked in a soft tone. He looked ...frightened. And why too pale. Did he get squirm-ish at this stuff?

“Are you a medical professional?” You asked. 

“Farthest thing from it,” You hummed. “Just wrap it up,”

He nodded, grabbing some cotton pads and the gauze. He carefully placed the pads onto the wound, and began wrapping the gauze around your waist. His fingers brushed against your skin, and you shivered at the touch. 

“There,” He exhaled, pulling his hands away. “You can put your shirt back on,” “Yeah,” You nodded. You should definitely grab it now. You should probably put it on. But you didn’t move a muscle, not with the way Loki stared at you, and the way his eyes dipped lower occasionally. He looked away, appearing flustered, his fists clenched on his thighs. “Loki?” “What?” He snapped. 

“Why are you so angry?” “You could have died,” His voice died down to nothing but a desperate whisper. “You could have died,” You opened your mouth to protest, to say that you had it under control and that everything was fine, but he shook his head. 

“Don’t you dare say everything was ‘fine’. You’re still such a terrible liar,” You weren’t. He just had that freaky ability to tell when you lied every damn time. 

“You could have died. Human life is so horribly fragile, you could have died at any second. What was I to do then, hm? Stare at your lifeless body?” “I thought you’d rejoice at my death,” You joked, trying to break the tension. His eyes snapped to look at yours, his jaw clenched and his eyes wide with fear. You thought he’d say something, but instead he just leaned in, crushing his lips harshly against yours. Before you could even react, he pulled away, breathing heavily. 

“I would have died too. In the simplest terms, my heart would have stopped working the minute yours did too,” You froze in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. What just happened? Your lips tingled from the kiss. You wanted him to do it again. “What the hell are you saying, Loki?” “I’m saying that you are incredibly stupid and idiotic and completely selfish. And that I would rather die than live a life without you in it,” He started, his tone angry and desperate. Your head was spinning. Maybe there was drugs in the linen of this bed. Or maybe Loki hit his head. 

“Say something,” Loki pleaded now, the fight gone from him. “I’m sorry if I offended you. I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass. I can’t help myself. I go crazy every time you’re around. I can’t think straight and I….I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve never done this before. I thought perhaps if I annoyed you enough, I’d get you out of my head. But Norns, every time you shot some clever remark back, it only egged me on more,” He was rambling at this point. 

You felt confused, but at the same time a sense of relief washed over you. It wasn’t like you were in love with Loki- but you definitely didi entertain the idea of occasionally making out with him or spending the day shopping together. 

So maybe it was a little crush. 

And fuck, it was a relief to hear him blurt out how helpless he was with you. 

“Did you black out?” Loki asked. He cursed under his breath, getting up to give you some space. “I apologise, I shouldn’t have said anything. I came off too strong,” He fumbled as he stood up, running a hand through his hair. “I just…I panicked. I apologise-” “Loki,” You stopped him from spiralling further, even if it was cute to see his usually composed self dissolve. You shuffled over to him on your knees. Even while on the bed, he was still fucking giant. You cupped his face and pulled him down, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

You pulled away after a second, dizzy from the feel of his lips on yours. It was better than you could have ever imagined. He stared at you in shock, lifting his fingers up to press them to his lips. You nearly died right there. 

“What was that for?” he asked, shocked. 

You laughed, kissing him again. He leaned into it this time, wrapping his arms carefully around your waist, his lips pressing against yours. 

You kissed him again and again and again, until you were both breathless and his lips were swollen and you were sure yours were too. 

“You’re really fucking insufferable, by the way,” You muttered against his lips. He hummed, chasing after yours as you pulled away. “You drive me insane. You’re in my head all the damn time, I can’t get rid of you,” “Don’t get rid of me, then,” He captured your lips in another bruising kiss. “I don’t plan to,” You sighed happily as you shuffled back onto the bed, pushing aside bandages and gauze wrap and wipes. Loki was a lot neater, taking his time to put them away onto the night table. He crawled into bed with you, his body hovering over yours, hands on either side of your head, caging you in. He leaned down, pressing another kiss to your lips. One kiss turned into two, into three, and then you were making out lazily, your lips crushed together, heavy pants and heated breaths for god knows how long. Tragically, Loki rolled off of you, laying down beside you. You took deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart. 

Loki shifted, laying now on his side to look at you. You did the same, smiling softly. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” 

“If you couldn’t tell, I’m not quite a people person,” You chuckled. “No, I guess not,” He could be your person though.

Maybe that’s too early to say. You kept your mouth shut. 

“Did I come off too strong?” “Nah,” You shook your head, reaching out to wrap your finger around a lock of his hair. “It was a Hallmark-worthy confession,” “What in the Norns is this Hallmark?” You laughed. “It’s a company. It makes lots of cheesy rom coms, all of which have some sort of frustratingly handsome male lead and big confessions,” “So you’re saying I’m handsome,” He grinned devilishly.  

“Can’t deny it,” 

He leaned in and kissed you again. You kissed him back but then pushed him off. “Stop it. I’ll become addicted,” He leaned back in. “Not a problem. I have no plans to go anywhere,” You ducked away from him, laughing. “If you keep making out with me Loki Laufeyson, we will be having sex,” His brows furrowed. “Absolutely not. Not while you’re injured,” Damn. 

“Fine, then stop kissing me,” “Well that’s unfair. I just got started!” You shrugged. “It’s not my call,” He huffed, pulling you closer, your back flat against his chest. His arm wrapped carefully around your waist, the hand coming to rest just under your wound. “Go to bed then. Before I do something crazy,” “I like crazy. I’m quite fond of crazy,” “Yes, crazy seems to follow you everywhere. It might be your whole identity, really,” “Is that an insult?” A pause. “I don’t think so,” 

You fell silent for a minute. “I think Lucy has a crush on you,” Loki laughed. “What makes you say that?” “Um, the way she blushed when you smiled at her? You laid it on so thick,” You could hear the shiteating grin as he spoke. “I have no idea what you mean, darling. I spoke to her like a normal person,” “Hm,” You wiggled closer to him. “Nah, you definitely were charming her,” His hand squeezed your hip. 

“Stop that,” “What?” You feigned innocence. 

“Stop moving,” You wiggled your ass again, just for a bit of emphasis. “What? This?” 

You swore the sound he made then was some growl. “You find new ways to annoy me every day,” “It’s my talent,” “And you excel at it,” You truly did. No one ever got under his skin like you did. And now with this new layer of your relationship, you have an infinite number of possibilities. 

You knew you guys should probably talk. Figure out where you stand. A plan for tomorrow morning. Try to communicate with the team. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care right now though. Loki was warm, and as he peppered kisses across your shoulder, you felt like maybe tomorrow would be a good day too. 

“I still think you’re an ass,” You mumbled, your eyes half closed. 

He laughed, the sound vibrating in his chest. “Truly a terrible liar,” He pressed a kiss under your ear. “I still think you are the bane of my existence,” “The only one?” “The only one,” You hummed, content with the answer. You could figure things out tomorrow. Tonight, you just wanted to lay in this haze of sunshine. To sleep and wake up to get drunk on Loki again.

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[luveline]

Hi I have a request for zombie Steve! I’d love to hear the story of how they met 🫶🏻

zombie!au —You rescue Steve at the start of the end of the world. fem, 2.4k

The sound of them makes your throat close up. Fear like a knife held too tight in unwilling hands, the heat. It’s the hottest summer Hawkins’ has had for years, and you’re overdressed. You couldn’t fit your favourite hoodie in your bag so you wore it but it doesn’t matter, you lost your bag somewhere in the school gymnasium. You’re lucky you didn’t lose your leg when that thing grabbed you. What were they calling them on the radio? Something starting with G.

Those… things, they can kill people. You saw it just ten minutes ago, your algebra teacher turned to a creature, Maisie Lewinsky from your homeroom stained with gore under her hands.

You press the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle a hot gasp. What are you supposed to do now? The Hawkins station said everyone would be waiting here, a repeat radio message, but by the time you heard it the sun was going down and there was nobody left. No cars, no promised convoy, nobody.

You’re the last living girl left in Hawkins.

You’re gonna die in here.

Terrified of breathing to loud but spooked that staying will seal your fate, you lift yourself up from the floor of the science lab to peer over a high table. There’s no signs of life. No signs of the dead, either. You’d thought this might be a good place to hide, the thick fire door unbreakable, but you can’t stay here. It’ll be dark soon.

You wish you had your stuff. They’ve for sure taken anything worth eating from the cafeteria kitchens and Bradley’s has been empty for days. You aren’t sure where your next meal is coming from. Fuck, you’re already dead—

“Fuck!” a voice echoes, boyish and terrified from somewhere outside of the door. “Fuck! Get the fuck away from me, holy shit!”

He sounds scared but firm at the same time. Your own fear is like the insufferable heat, riding the back of your neck as you creep toward the door. There’s gotta be more of them outside. That must be why whoever it is that’s shouting sounds so depeserate. But fuck, there’s relief too. There’s someone still here.

“Fuck! Jesus, help me!”

“Okay,” you say unsurely.

You wedge open the door to the science lab and poke your head out cautiously. There’s a dull thudding sound somewhere to the left, metallic screeching further down, but the panicked shouting (and now panicked yelping) is coming from outside.

You look around for a weapon. There’s nothing to take.

“Holy fuck I do not wanna die!”

Me neither, you think, sniffling back your worried tears. You don’t wanna die, you just want your bed. You want to be home, and safe, but there’s no one to look after you anymore, and you can’t just let people die ‘cos you’re scared. You run from the science lab to the fire escape door full pelt, arm in sudden hot pain at the collision, but the door gives and swings hard into the adjourning wall. You look around frantically for the source of the shouting as it bounces off of the exterior walls of the school and the stone floor of the courtyard, heart suddenly afloat in your chest.

“Hello?” you shout. “I’m here, I’m–”

“What the fuck!”

It’s said with such horrified anger that you give pause, even as your hands shake, cold sweat wetting your lip and colder in the rare afternoon breeze. You dart toward the shouting a moment later, and maybe you’re too late, you can’t save anybody, your shoes pinch as you race down the few concrete steps that lead to the parking lot.

Snarling curdles the air. Your neck snaps left, away from the cars and open territory and toward the subject of your nightmares these last few days. You’ve seen glimpses of these things, always too scared to stay and help, always too stupid, too weak, and seeing them now cements it.

A group of geeks grab at a boy where he hangs from the bars of a metal staircase leading up to the roof of the building. You run toward it on instinct but stop before they hear you, eyes wide. His hands are white-knuckled, his hair falling down into his face, but you know who it is now you’re close enough to see him. You could recognise Steve Harrington a thousand feet away.

“Hey!” you shout. “Hey! Over here!”

Why did you say that? Why are you yelling? The geeks turn their heads to easier pray and you’re done for —they start to run. You stumble back in terror.

“My bag! Get my bag, get the knife!” Steve shouts.

You swing yourself around in a huge circle. There, further into the lot, lies a bag. Further past it lies a wooden baseball bat spiked with fifty silver nails.

You sprint past the bag to the bat and try to grab it while you’re still running, knees grazing hot white fire on the tarmac and hands like acid as you force yourself up again, running further, putting space between you and the too fast footsteps that follow. When you’re sure you’ll have room you swing to see them, their maws dripping gore over white buttoned shirts and once prim blouses. There must be ten of them at least. Only two stay to snap their jaws at Steve Harrington where he attempts to climb up the stairs from the bottom, his foot dangerously close to bloodied teeth.

You pull the bat back as the first of the creatures reaches you. With a grunt more terror than exertion, you force the bat forward, wood arcing through the air, shiny nails catching the light of the setting sun and slamming downward into flesh.

Your eyes flare as wide as they’ve ever been. The geek stops cold and drops, your strangling grip on the bat forcing it up out of the mash of his brains. Another geek leaps over him as you scramble back.

“Run!” Steve yells from the stairs, stress stretching his voice thin and high. “Run away!”

You drop the bat and sprint for your life. Down into the parking lot, past a handful of locked cars and suitcases discarded. This must’ve been where everybody was before they left. There couldn’t have been room. Boxes and trophies, books, magazines and toys, all manner of possessions string like a breadcrumb trail down the road that you have to avoid. You run until your calves are burning over the road that will lead toward Hawkins middle, where you throw yourself into the woods, and hope without any real hope that they’re empty.

Grass folds under your feet. Your panting is as loud as your heart.

When the only shallow breathing you can hear is your own, you circle back to the High School, sticking to the shadows so as not to attract any more attention. A few geeks have collected to join the two you’d left behind, and for a second you’re sure Steve’s succumbed to fatigue and fallen into their blackened clutches, but you spot him balancing dangerously on a handrail between two sets of stairs, leg pulled back in preparation to kick any opposition away.

You sweep up the bat and try to make a plan. You were never going to be able to handle that many people before, not with their new mutations, but you can handle four. Maybe. Probably not.

“Steve, what do I do?” you call. “You have to tell me what to do.”

“You came back!” He swears and shimmies further up the railing as one of his attackers finally manages to traverse the blocked up staircase. “I don’t know what to do! Just hit at them until they die!”

It’s easy for him to say. They’re gruesome creatures, the faces of people you once knew but none of their humanity. They can run as fast as any person can. A human bite has alarming force behind it. The voice on the radio warned you that what you’re trying to do is a bad idea, and yet. You roll the bat in your hand. Your chest aches as hard as your dry throat.

The first geek goes down easy. Unsuspecting, you manage to whack it in the back of the head hard and break through soft skull. The second turns to see you just as you’re lifting the bat again, and it runs hard into it as it comes down, killing itself.

The third is where things get tricky.

“Fuck,” you mumble, lifting your bat to find a sloughing of cartilage and tissue stuck between the spines. “Oh, fuck,” you moan.

“Be careful!” Steve shouts.

You step back and trip, nearly falling. “Stay away from me!”

It snarls in response. Eyes clouded, the geek is a little slower than the others, and it follows you sluggishly away from Steve. The fourth remains, snapping, but you can’t keep watch.

“Stay away from me!” you warn again.

Steve swears on the railing, his cursing followed by a wet thunk.

The geek doesn’t listen, it bites.

You pull your arms to the side, hands wrapped tight around the base of the bat and ready to swing. With a huge, aching cry, you swing the bat to the side and knock the nails clean into its cheek.

It doesn’t die.

Fuck fuck fuck! You throw yourself to the floor by the geek’s feet and out of its reach, on knees, on your feet again, scrambling toward Steve’s bag. You glance over your shoulder as your knees slam down hard into the floor, never so scared in your life, horrified as the bat stays stuck between tendons and the geek takes a running jump toward you.

You pull the knife from Steve’s bag and hold it out in front of you, squeezing your eyes closed in terror.

“Fuck, hey!”

You scream as the weight of the geek lands on top of you. You scream like it’s taking bites of you, until your throat burns and there’s no sound left to make and you choke on it instead. A short, sharp sound.

Then the weight is pulled off of you. Someone lets out a massive gasp.

“Did it get you?”

You blink your eyes open against the glaring white sun where it meets the horizon. If you’re crying, it’s your business, water on your cheek and a dizzy hot feeling everywhere else.

Steve Harrington looks at you like you’re a ghost. “Did it get you? Are you okay?”

You look at your hand and the knife —his knife— where it rests on the tarmac. “I don’t think so. How do you know?”

“They bite! Did it bite you?”

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not know?”

“Because I’m not exactly uninjured, Steve!”

He frowns at you. Well, he glares. “You’d know if it bit you. Don’t be dense.”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“You’re telling me you don’t know what a bite feels like?”

“Some of us had homework.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Is that supposed to be funny?”

Well, yeah. It was supposed to be hilarious.

You look around the parking lot and the school courtyard for any outliers, but the school seems well and truly abandoned now. You can’t hear anymore huffing or screeching, no crying, not even the sound of a radio. Everyone’s been playing them nonstop for weeks, waiting for days like today. Suddenly the raptures here, and you aren’t part of the rescue.

But you saved Steve Harrington, at least. You’re accruing some good karma.

Steve doesn’t hold his hand out, he just grabs you under the arms and pulls you up into a standing position. You’re surprised he can do it, you aren’t light, but you remember his last skins game in the gymnasium and nod to yourself. Of course he can pick you up. Plus, you help, using your legs despite their stiffness to brace yourself on the ground.

“Doesn’t look like it bit you,” he says, quieter now, his hands sliding down to yours briefly before he stands back. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought this was the rendezvous point. I mean, it was, right? We missed it.”

“We missed it.”

“How’d you get here?” you ask.

“Bike. Car chose the worst possible time in the world to die. Not that I could’ve got gas.” He eyes you hopefully. “Tell me you drove here.”

“I biked too, but it’s gone.”

“Gone?”

“Tire popped.”

Steve rubs his eyebrows. His hands are clean where yours are caked. You stand unable to mask your heavy breathing now, and when you reach for him to steady yourself, he doesn’t move away.

“Sorry,” you mumble, licking your lips. You’re a map of little pains. “Are you okay?”

Steve’s hand reaches back to cover yours like he’s going to pull it off, though he doesn’t. “Are you alone?” he asks.

You wince. “Yeah.”

“Where’s your stuff?”

“I lost it.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know.” Your knees hurt. “It’s gonna get dark soon.”

It’s a question. You’re immediately thankful to have found him, because he’s a real living person, and you don’t think you can do this alone. You don’t mean to force him, but you need to know what he’s doing and soon.

“…Better come with me, then,” he says finally.

Steve walks out of your grasp, grabbing up his bag which you’d unfortunately ripped open and shoving the spilled contents back inside. He doesn’t stop to zip it closed, walking straight in the direction of the school.

“Where are we going?”

“Same place as everybody else.” You stumble. Steve, reluctant, frowning hard enough to etch a new wrinkle, holds out his hand to catch you by the elbow. “Where did you think?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you say, half-indignant.

“You ask a lot of stupid questions, you know that?” He looks you up and down. “How’d you do that?” He points at your bleeding knees.

“I ask stupid questions?”

He grabs the bat from near the felled geek and stands tall. “Jesus. Let’s go find a car.”

It’s not as easy as his tone might suggest. You don’t find a car, you never do, and you never stop asking him obvious questions, but Steve says thank you for saving him eventually (nearly an entire year later, with a hand on your cheek).

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[millysastroblog]

RANDOM ASTRO NOTES 💋💄

💄Hello, guys I’m back with a simple decent Astro observation. So yeah , noo dragging and arguments over here. If u want drama and tea you probably will have to wait for a while 😅!

Anyways enjoy yourself as always ;)

💋 Uranus in the 5th house is an underrated creative placement , they come up with the wildest creative ideas ever 💡

💋 Moon air sign in the 4th house ppl love to communicate with their family , these are people who constantly need to call and message their loved ones📞

💋7th house stelliums don’t feel comfortable being all on their own.

💋Moon conjunct Saturn , Saturn in the 4th house look like Stone cold , heartless bitches, but they are not. They hide any kind of vulnerable emotions to protect themselves from criticism, abandonment and being misunderstood . It’s an protective shield that they build from young adolescents . they close their hearts , so nobody can enter in it to use their vulnerability against them. # past childhood trauma # pls give them a hug 🤗

💋moon , Venus Aquarius ,11th house love to be around their friends ,they feel emotionally connected to them , sooooo better not fuck with their friends!!!! ( not in a sexual way, you get what I mean right?? Yeah!)

💋Jupiter in the 2nd and 6th tend to have a huge appetites.

💋Sun square moon can make for indecisive individuals.

💋Sun conjunct moon Moon on the other hand can be very decisive and strong headed . Not always in a negative way , but what they feel or say is something they’ll rarely change for anybody.

💋 Neptune is the 11th use technology , phone, social media as escapism.

💋Neptune in the 7th , Venus- Neptune , Venus in Pisces use relationships as escapism,focus is heavily directed to love life. Forgetting anything and everything when In love 😍!

💋Mercury in Sagittarius, Mercury- Jupiter aspects can cut your soul with their bluntness. #Gordon Ramsay

💋 Venus in 4th, Jupiter in the 4th house can come from a pretty, good, wealthy, stable family’s.

💋 Jupiter in the 12th house are spiritualy connected and protected by the divine ,since birth . They naturally love to practice spiritual stuff like meditation, yoga, tarot, etc.

💋Aries , Gemini, Capricorn ,Scorpio are the most disliked zodiac signs in astrology !

💋Moon in the 4th house if good aspected feel a close connection towards their mummy . 😚

💋Sun in the 4th house are very loyal to their mum.

💋Moon in Aquarius/ 11th house are somehow everybody’s bestie 🦋✌🏽.

💋Moon in the 12th house ppl need isolation and distance from ppl more than everything.

💋Aries , Taurus , Scorpios, Sagittarius ppl can not be controlled or told what to do !

💋 Mars in the 10th house if negatively aspected can argue and fight with their parents, bosses people who have power over them , they hate to be controlled and told what to do , troublemaker for rebelling structures and rules.

💋Mars/ Uranus in the 1st are generally chaotic troublemakers, rebelling against everything and anything that comes their way.

💋Pluto in the 3rd /11th , Lilith in the 3rd/11th house could have been, badly bullied when younger have ppl spitting on them ,cutting their hair, just awful things happening to them # protect these babies 😣😢!!

💋 Uranus in the 1st, 4th,7th, 10th,11th tend to feel weird , unique, different from others .

💋Pluto in the 11th have very profound intense close friendships, they love or hate their friends with all their heart, calling and checking up on them, telling dark hidden secrets to each other, being ride or die friends for one another. When I die I’ll take care of ur family type of friendships, strong, deep sexual friendships ( fwb) situations if connected to the 7th house ruler or Venus !!!

💋Pluto in the 6th house are either very organized, punctual, ocd , clean freak or the complet opposite having a chaotic room, chaotic schedule, doing everything or nothing at the moment , extreme daily living to the point of burn out, exhaustion or even sickness.

💋Venus -Jupiter = over shopping, spending, buying.

💋Venus-Saturn= hoarding money, stingy, observing Bank out daily, making plans on how to increase income.

💋Mercury in Capricorn have an interesting tone of voice, when they speak people tend to quietly listen to what they have to say. Good in arguments. They just can demanding respect because of how serious and engaged they are in a conversation. Business minded 🫰🏽💵

💋Pluto in the 3rd / Mercury - Pluto voices are deeeepp, intense,loud just so intriguing and addictive to listen to, especially the men omg they have the most seductive voices. 🥵

💋Chiron, Neptune in the 3rd might have siblings or classmates who make fun of how they speak, not listening to what they have to say, ignoring them or not believing what comes out their moth.

💋Moon in the 3rd house can be very emotionally attached to their siblings, always communicating and spending lots of time with them.

💋Sun conjunct Neptune are kind, empathetic , sensitive and intuitive souls just like Pisces Sun !

💋Chiron in the 1st/ 10th house don’t like pictures taken of them or being filmed, very self conscious about how they are perceive by others.

💋 Capricorn Rising / Saturn in the 1st are waaaayyy grown before their actual time. These ppl can fake their whole existence based on how old they look, entering in clubs at literally the age of 15 , Early bloomers ! #apperance

💋Taurus Rising/Sagittarius/ Libra is a placement that usually indicates having a big ass, wide hips, and strong big things 🍑👀!

Thx for reading 💕

•~Milly~•

#astro notes #astro community #astro observations #astro placements #astro posts #astrology #astroloji #astroblr #astrology asteroids #writing #funny stuff #astro love #astro #astro predictions

[boomhoon]

if you’re a love and deepspace fan ily -> THIS IS FOR ALL U HOT PPL<3 Anyway, I was bored studying, and ended up typing this out (💀) so here are my random thoughts:

Driving with the love and deepspace love interests!

Content: Reader is implied to be the female MC in the game, you are dating them, kissing, mentions of food, mentions of crashing, SFW

Zayne- This man is your designated driver. TRUST that you will get to your destination safely, and efficiently. You are a passenger queen atp

The kind to remind you to take off your claw clip, and to wear sunglasses if it’s sunny. Safety first 🤓☝️

I imagine his car to be very clean. No clutter! Any cards, or paperwork is tucked away in a folder, and that folder is also tucked in some pocket in the car

Zayne would probably have a rule stating: No food in the car

^ If he sees you opening a bag of chips, he’ll shoot you a disapproving look before calmly snatching your snack away. “Save it for later”

^ He will allow liquids, and trusts that you won’t spill it

He will let you have aux, but the volume is lowered, and never blasting

The car will smell like his cologne, and the faint scent of a hospital (idek)

Will drive with both hands, but if the road is long and empty, he will switch to doing it one-handed. If he’s wearing a sleeve, they will be rolled up slightly— his skin is so pale, so his veins will show. It will look good ESP when he switches gears

^ And oh ma gaaaaa the watch adorning his wrist will show, AND IM GOING CRAZYYY, ARE YOUU???

Zayne will keep that chad face 🗿the whole time while driving, and you end up staring at his face the whole ride. He notices your stares but doesn’t dare take his eyes away from the road

If he’s feeling comfortable enough, he will put his hand on your thigh. His fingers will lightly caress the inside of your thigh, and give it gentle squeezes. His hands are mad cold though 🥶 BRR

- Overall Zayne is very trustworthy, so he is getting a 9/10. A point taken off because of the no food rule

Rafayel- Sorry to those Rafayel girlies, but you are a passenger survivor if this man takes the wheel! So instead he will be the passenger princess 😇 mwahaha 😈😈

To be his driver you better have the patience of a saint…

Demands he gets the aux, and will only consider letting a few of your favorite songs play if you do something for him (kisses)

YAPPER! NAGGER!

“Oh- you’re going the wrong way, where are you taking me? What kind of bodyguard is this…”

You explain that you know a shortcut, but he’s not buying it.

“If I end up being killed, just know I told Thomas I was going with you.” You simply roll your eyes for the umpteenth time

And if Rafayel notices you’re driving over the speed limit, be prepared for the most dramatic show on the side. His hands will grip the grab handle, eyes will close shut, “It would be a miracle if we don’t crash and die! I hope my legacy will be the same as Leonardo Da Vinci .” He mumbles to himself. “And what if we get arrested!? my career as a painter is over then…” Another mumbled complaint.

“Im sure Leonardo wasn’t this much of a complainer.” You mumble back, and his eyes shoot open before giving you a glare

“You humans don't seem to value life at all.” He huffs, a small pout gracing his lips.

If you swerve too much, it’s another thing to complain about, “I’m going to get carsick. As my bodyguard you should be taking my health into consideration.”

“Silly girl, you could’ve gone earlier.” Causally comments as you’re waiting for a chance to turn onto a street. You couldn’t have gone earlier

RAFAYEL IS A MENACE IM TELLING U ( a very charming one)

Now, if he’s feeling generous, and notices that your hands are busy at the wheel, he will feed you 🤗

^ “Open~” you do so, and he pops a piece of his food into your mouth.

^ He gives you a fond smile before swiftly taking a napkin, and wiping the corners of your mouth

“Are we almost there yet?” ← his favorite thing to say

Okay but if he does end up driving, you’re either crashing or getting arrested. He can’t even row a boat GOOD LAWD

When you finally reach your destination, he’ll reach over to give you a hug, and a chaste kiss on the lips. “Babe you drive well! Almost better than thomas!”

7/10, being in a car with rafayel is actually really fun! Love this man 🤞🤞

Xavier- okay now here’s MY MAN 😍😍! You are a true passenger princess here

I TRUST THIS MAN WITH MY LIFE.

so you should too 😝

Fs would create a road trip playlist to only share with you

But be warned… he may fall asleep at the wheel 😱

Bro would look so majestic as he’s driving with the sun on him.

You turn to the side where Xavier is, and there’s a sunset behind him. You sneak a picture, admiring the sun, and Xavier in all their glory.

Xavier will hold your hand throughout the car ride, and listen attentively to you talk about a variety of things.

^ Occasionally he will bring your fingers up to his lips and kiss them gently

^ Sneaks soft glances at you out of adoration

Constantly checking his mirrors, and surroundings to make sure everything is good

^ Do you want something for the road? We can pick up snacks on the way.” Doesn’t care much if his car is super clean or not, so food is very much welcomed!

His car will definitely have small little pictures of the two of you! Photo-booth strips, polaroids, you name it! 🙌

^ They’ll be hanging along on the visor, or kept safe in the glovebox

Please go on a drive-in movie theater date with this man!!!!

The trunk is open, and the two of you are sitting there with mountains of pillows and blankets surrounding you both

Xavier keeps an arm around you, pulling you in closer when the breeze travels by

Your eyes will glance up from the movie to stare at the twinkling stars above you. And upon looking at the stars your mind drifts to Xavier.

You look to your side to take a peek, only to find Xavier already looking at you

10/10 I KNOW IM BIASED 😒MB YALL

Taglist: @sanasour @mars101

a/n: THANK YOU ALL FOR MAKING IT TILL THE END! I just had to share my thoughts, any form of interaction is greatly appreciated

@mars101 had to tag you again because i know you love this game so much, play it everyday, and consume lots of media on it, isn’t that right ?😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇

#love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #xavier #zayne love and deepspace #zayne #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel #otome game #headcanon

[bloodorangesoup]

Kinktober '23 Day 2 - First Time (SVT Mingyu)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: a lot of build up, first time (tbh i didn’t address this much 😭), a lil breast sucking, desperate reader, oral (f. receiving), riding, unprotected sex (lets pretend ur on the pill), slight praise, creampie, slight perv gyu but with respect and some tlc 😌

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: I can never just write a short story can I? Dammit. Anyways, pls send requests!

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The rain pattering against the window muffled the busy streets. It was a Saturday in Seoul, meaning the traffic wouldn’t die down until late at night. The air outside was frigid and wet, but you found comfort inside, the heater turned up just enough to feel cozy without a blanket. 

“Yah, its kinda hot in here, isn’t it Gyu?” You pulled on the collar of your sweatshirt and turned your head to face him. He sat on the other end of the small couch, legs stretched and on your lap. 

“A bit I guess, do you want me to turn down the heater?” He questioned, head tilting against the top of the cushion. 

“No, no. That’s okay, it’ll just get cold if you do. I’m gonna go change really quick.” You gently pushed his legs off your lap, making his body turn straight. Mingyu sat up on the couch, sitting normally as he continued watching the show streaming on the TV. 

A few minutes passed, Mingyu felt stupid for feeling this way but he had already begun to miss your company. His fingers itched to have you back in his hold. Nights in were rare for you two, his schedule constantly requiring him to be everywhere at once. Most nights he had off he had somewhere new to be early in the morning, preventing any real quality time together. 

“Y/n-ahhhh,” Mingyu whined. "Where are youuuu?" His head fell back against the couch, feeling more impatient with each second. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He heard your voice grow louder as you walked back towards the living room, your footsteps echoed down the hall as you approached. “Feeling impatient tonight huh?” Your voice was back in the room with him. He opened his eyes and lifted his head off the couch.

“Finally-” his comment was exaggerated but died in his throat once his gaze landed on you. He knew you were changing but he wasn’t expecting you to be wearing such, well, little amount of clothes. Your sweatshirt still hung off your body, but your sweatpants had been replaced by what Mingyu assumed to be the tiniest shorts to ever exist. The shorts covered your ass just enough, but the trim was loose and frilly, exposing the bottom of your cheeks when you walked. You were technically still pretty covered up, which is why you couldn’t understand why Mingyu was looking at you with such a stunned expression. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t understand either. Mingyu was a 26 year old man, he was no stranger to seeing a woman’s body. Yet the sight of seeing so much leg right in front of him ignited something in his brain. 

You sat back down to his right. Deciding to be a tease, you swung your legs over his lap, scooting closer to his side. Your arms rose to rest on his shoulders, your head falling against his chest as you looked back toward the TV. Mingyu’s right arm wrapped around your back to secure you. His left hand landed on your calf, rubbing up and down to your knee. You sighed, enjoying the contact, and Mingyu found it increasingly hard to concentrate on the plot of the show. His eyes looked down to your leg. He stared at your thighs and his hand slowly ran higher. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he felt you shift. 

“I still feel hot,” you huffed. 

“Why don’t you take off your sweatshirt, baby?” Mingyu rubbed your side. His curiosity piqued when you looked away embarrassed. It clicked in his brain, “Oh. Are you, like, not wearing anything under?” 

“No, I am. I just, I’m not wearing a bra,” your voice quiet at that last part. You continued to look everywhere but at him as you felt his thumb rub the skin on your thigh. “You know, I just- we just never...” You could feel the heat creep up your neck and to your face.

Mingyu wanted to make you feel comfortable, but there wasn’t any choice. He could already imagine what you looked like underneath the sweatshirt and it was sending heat down his body. He should have offered you his shirt, or gone to turn down the heater, but it was too late and he was already thinking with his other head. 

“I know,” he cooed. A slight pout formed on his lips, his eyes opening to feign innocence. “It’s okay, baby.” His right hand was now rubbing the bottom of your thigh, fingertips gracing the hem of your shorts. His other hand toyed with the bottom of your sweatshirt. “Take it off,” he whispered. Your eyes were glued to his as you nodded. Reaching down, you slowly lifted the sweatshirt off your torso. For a moment, it covered your head and your arms were raised to lift it off your shoulders. Mingyu sneaked a glance down and let out a groan at the sight. Your boobs sat beautifully in your top, the low hemline exposing your cleavage. You softly grunted as you tried to untangle your arms from the sleeves, breaking Mingyu from his trance. He helped you get it off and you let out a sigh from the exertion. 

The air was thick. Even though it was just you and Mingyu you felt a million eyes on your body. Mingyu cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from your chest and looking up to meet your eyes. This was foreign territory for the two of you, but you had to admit that the way he was looking at you was turning you on. There was a hunger in his eyes and it was clear he was trying hard to fight it for your sake. He pulled you close, retaining the previous position you both held. His hand continued stroking your thigh and the urge to cup your ass was tearing him up inside. He had no idea what was going on in the show anymore despite his hard stare at the TV. His right hand slid up and down your waist, coming up higher every time until it was resting over your ribs, right under your boobs.

You let out a shaky breath. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop the torture or to manhandle you like you knew he wanted to. You felt pressure under your thigh and it took a moment for it to register to you that he was growing hard under your legs. Mingyu’s fingers itched to take hold of your breast. To squeeze them and bury his face in between them. His grip on your thigh tightened and he bit his lip hard. 

He shook his head. 

“You should get off me, y/n.” He exhaled, his body attempting to slip from under yours. “We haven’t- I can’t control myself right now. Just sit next to me and gimme a minute.”

You grabbed hold of his bicep. 

“No.”

“No?” He looked at you incredulously. 

“No, yes, wait- just,” you shook your head. Before you could understand what you were doing you shuffled forward and straddled his lap. You held eye contact, testing the waters. He just looked back confused. The two of you had made out before, this wasn’t the first time you’ve ever sat on his lap like this. But never with your boobs pressed up against his chest like this, never with such little fabric separating your body from his. Slowly, you sat down, gasping when you felt his erection press up against your clothed cunt. 

Mingyu’s hands held your waist to steady you, or to press you harder against him. He didn’t know which course of action to take yet. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kissed him. As you leaned into the kiss your clit rubbed over his hard on and you moaned into his mouth. It was like something broke in you. All the waiting, all the desire, all the heat. You started moving back and forth grinding on him. He groaned into the kiss, his grip tightened on your waist in an attempt to stop your movements. Taking hold of the back of his hand, you intertwined your fingers and slid it up your body to cup your right breast. You squeezed over his hand, allowing him to feel you. Mingyu broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.

“What has gotten into you?” he panted. His mind was foggy. He didn’t want to stop but he wasn’t sure this was the right time for it to be the first time. 

“Please, Gyu,” you whined. A trail of kisses started at his cheek, moving its way down to his adam’s apple. You continued to press his hand against your chest and he could feel you take grasp of his other hand. He knew what was coming so he took hold of your wrist.

“Y/n-”

“Please, Gyu, please,” you continued grinding over his aching cock. He could feel the precum leaking in his boxers. 

“Y/n,” he said sternly this time. It caught your attention. You looked back up at him, eyes desperate. 

“I’m ready, Mingyu. Please, I don’t know what it is. I need you so bad. Just touch me. Please.” 

He stared at you for a moment waiting for you to take it back. To realize this was a mistake. But your breathing just got harder as you tried to move against him. 

“Okay, okay baby,” he whispered. He found his voice, “Come here.”

He pulled you in for a kiss, wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced together sending a sensation down both your bodies. Now that you were both on the same page, you took hold of his other hand and moved it to your chest. This time he squeezed on his own accord, relishing in the feeling of your soft skin. His body took over, his hips jerking up to continue grinding against you. He could feel the heat radiating off your core, it made him dizzy.

Kissing down your jaw, he bit at your collar bones, leaving marks down the way. You leaned back, giving him access to your chest. He continued squeezing you, watching as he pushed your tits together and let them drop. Lowering his face to the valey of your breasts, he pushed them together again, losing himself in the feeling of your soft tits suffocating him. 

“Can I?” His fingers came to the neckline of your tank top.

“Please.”

He didn’t hesitate, pulling down your top and letting your breasts spill out over it. 

“Fuck, fuck baby” he muttered grabbing at your bare tits. His index fingers passed over your nipples and you gasped. He watched as they hardened under his touch. Mingyu squeezed your left breast, pushing your nipple up so he could take it into his mouth. He sucked on it feverishly, as if all this time this was exactly where he needed to be. He continued playing with your other breast, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his thumb and finger. He moaned as your hand raked through the hair at the nape of his neck. He released your nipple, moving to the other and giving it kitten licks. Reaching around you, his large hands gripped your ass, pushing you forward and pulling you back over his dick. 

“Ah, Gyu, I need you, please.” You gripped his hair, pulling him away from your tits. 

“Need what, baby?”

“Not now, Gyu. Please,” you whined.

“No, really. I need you to tell me what you need right now.” 

“I need you in me,” you pleaded.

“How do you want me?” He looked at you expectantly. You grew impatient. 

“Fuck, Gyu. Just, take your clothes off. Please.” You got off him quickly, discarding your tank top and pulling down your shorts.Then you stopped. Mingyu threw off his shirt. Before he could take off his shorts he noticed your change in demeanor. You looked nervous, a stark contrast from the you that was just humping him like you were in heat. 

“Baby, you okay?” His eyes grew concerned. You fidgeted. 

“Yeah, yeah. I just-”

“We can stop if you want.” He reassured.

“No, Gyu. I just-”

“Don’t think that we have to keep going just cause we-”

“Mingyu, stop.” He fell silent. “I just, you’ve never seen me naked before. We’ve never done this before. I’ve never done this before. I’m just kinda nervous.”

“And you’re sure you want to keep going?” 

You scoff, “Mingyu, did you see how I was like a minute ago?” He laughed. 

“Fine, fine. Come here.” He reached for your hands, pulling you towards him. 

You stood directly in front of him now. He was at the edge of the couch, his chin rested against your stomach as he looked up at you. His hands snaked up your thighs, sliding over your ass and resting on your hips. 

“Can I take these off, pretty?”

You let out a shaky breath and nodded. Hooking his fingers over the waistband, he slowly dragged down your panties. It felt like time was still as he kissed down your legs. His hand carefully lifted your feet to step out of the garment, tossing it to the side. His lips rose to your stomach, kissing around your belly button and pulling a giggle from you. His hands squeezed your ass and he continued leaving kisses further down until he was right above your pussy. His hand ran down your left thigh, lifting it until it rested on his shoulder. His hand moved toward your inner thigh, closer to your core until he could slide his thumb through your folds. He groaned at the feeling. You were so wet. Your breath caught in your throat, staying there until he leaned forward and licked a stripe from your pussy to your clit. You let out a deep moan, reeling from this new feeling. Mingyu felt like he was drunk, he couldn’t get enough of the taste. His hand spread you open as he went in, licking up and down, only interrupted when he would stop to suck on your clit, loving the way you moaned when he would stay there. A finger prodded at your entrance. He slowly pushed it into you, kissing your clit. He kept his finger buried inside you, curling it towards himself and rubbing the ribbed flesh. You gripped his shoulders for stability, jumping as his long fingers hit a spot you had never been able to. 

You backed away from him. His head lifted up, worried he may have gone too far. 

“Are you okay?” his eyes searched for any signs of discomfort. 

You held his face. 

“I’m fucking amazing but right now I need you in me. I can’t wait anymore.” Your hands reached for the waistband of his shorts, pulling his boxers down with them as he lifted his hips. Your eyebrows lifted for a moment, taking in his naked form. Fuck, he is gorgeous. You finally looked down and your mouth fell open. Fuck, he’s big. 

“Like what you see?” His cockiness took you by surprise, a switch from his previous sweetness. 

“Shut up, Kim,” you retorted, pushing his chest. He fell back against the couch, his arms coming up to rest upon the top of the cushions. You held onto his shoulders, positioning your legs on either side of him. You moaned together as his cock came in contact with your pussy, your wetness spreading over him. You slid yourself back and forth over him, preparing yourself for what was to come. He had had enough. 

Mingyu lifted you up, positioning himself at your entrance and pulled you down, slowly filling you up. You hissed at the stretch, face scrunching as you tried to take him. He had a strong grip on your hips, not wanting you to move too quickly and hurt yourself. He felt your pussy squeeze him the whole way down. Even as he was worried for you, he couldn’t deny how fucking good you felt. With a sigh, he bottomed out in you. 

“Feel alright, baby?” Mingyu stroked your cheek. The sweetness back in his face as he studied yours. 

“It’s tight,” you hissed. Mingyu’s eyebrows furrowed. You kissed in between them. “It feels good, I just need a sec to adjust.” 

“Yeah, of course, baby, anything you need.” He continued to study you, wanting to make your first time as comfortable as he possibly could. His hands rubbed up and down your back, soothing you through the pain. After a moment you lifted yourself up, feeling empty as his cock pulled out of you. Slowly, you let your body slide back down somewhere halfway before lifting yourself up once again. The repetition of emptiness to fullness turned from pain to pleasure as you began to focus on the feeling of him sliding through you. You bounced directly over him and felt strangely mechanical. You huffed out a breath of frustration, needing more but not knowing exactly what. 

“Baby,” Mingyu lifted you out of your thoughts. 

“I don’t know what to do,” you muttered bashfully. With anyone else you would feel embarrassed, but Mingyu looked at you with such care and adoration you couldn't possibly feel that way with him. 

He let out a small chuckle, “Try this.” His hands guided your hips up and towards him as he pulled your back down. He continued to move you in this rotation, noting the way you moaned every time your clit rubbed against his pelvis. 

“Fuck, Gyu, that feels so good.” You were a mess on top of him. Your body taking control as your mind processed these new sensations. Your back arched when he hit a particularly deep spot and Mingyu took it as an opportunity to keep playing with your tits. He sucked a nipple into his mouth as you used him, your tits bouncing in his face. Mingyu’s mind was running a million miles a minute, he rested his forehead against your chest, your boobs bouncing on either side of his head. He had been wrong earlier, this is exactly where he needed to be. 

“God, y/n,” he huffed out, “you’re so tight. Fuck you’re doing so good for me. Driving me crazy.” he shook his head against your chest, trying to hold out. 

“Ungh, Mingyu” you barely got out in between moans, addicted to the feeling of him filling you up. 

He looked up at you and held your face, bringing you down into a kiss. It was sweet, giving you both a moment of reprieve from the intensity of the night. Mingyu pressed his cheek against yours, whispering in your ear.

“Doing so good, baby. Making me feel so good. Keep going, princess. Make yourself come all over me.” His hands were roaming all over your body, taking in how nice it felt to have you on top of him. 

“Min- agh, fuck. Mingyu I’m so close. I can’t,” you struggled. You were close but you couldn’t quite push yourself there. Sensing you were overworked, he lifted your hands from his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck in an embrace. 

“I got you, baby, don’t worry. Just hold on, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you come.” His breaths were ragged. His arms reached around your waist to hold you as he began thrusting up into you. You moaned as he moved even faster than you had been previously. You could only hold onto him as he hammered into you, your body convulsing as it reached its peak. 

“I’m gonna come Mingyu, mmmhm, I can’t hold it in,” you were panting in his ear. 

“Let it go baby, fuck, come all over my cock.” He was struggling to keep himself together. Your pleasure being the only motivation for him to hold his own orgasm back.

With a snap of his hips your body jerked as the pleasure took over. Your mind went blank, only being able to feel pleasure rolling through your body. Moans escaped your mouth as your head fell forward on Mingyu’s shoulder. Your pussy was buzzing, pulsating from your orgasm and tensing from Mingyu’s continued thrusts. Your walls fluttered and squeezed him, the final straw that made the burning heat building in Mingyu’s abdomen release. He stilled as his orgasm took over, his balls clenching when you started bouncing on top of him again, riding out his high. He moaned out your name, cursing under his breath. 

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you looked into his eyes, glossed over and fucked. His hand rubbed your back. 

“You did so good, baby. ‘M so proud of you,” he pouted. You giggled at his dramatics.

Pressing a soft kiss to his lips you sighed, “Thank you, Gyu.” You smiled at him. “We should get cleaned up now huh?” You looked down at your bodies, a sheen of sweat covering the both of you. His gaze followed yours, looking at your connected bodies. 

“Yeah, we should. But let's stay here for a bit.” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a hug against him, “I don’t wanna leave you yet.” 

You nuzzled your head against his, listening to his steadying breath and the rain against the window.

A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I am taking requests so much sure to check my kinktober masterlist for some inspo!

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[rendezvouz-fling]

Synastry/Composite placements as I’ve experienced it.🥂

Aqua Moon conjunct Aqua Sun - I was the moon person and they were the sun person. I felt very comfortable with them and felt like they projected my inner thoughts/behavior. They felt very zen & accepting to me. They were also very understanding and fun to be around. Overall very familiar energy.

Pisces Sun conjunct Pisces moon - I was the sun person and they were the moon person. This really goes both ways with me. I either find them extremely childish and overly sensitive or quiet reserved, kind and humble. Anywho, they somewhat feel like an extension of me but a more sensitive one. (I literally feel like I have to walk on eggshells around them most times💀)

Pisces Sun opposite Virgo moon - I was the sun person, they were the moon person. Ugh I can’t express how many times I tend to clash with these people. All I’m for they’re against, all I’m against they’re for. I like that they’re punctual and practical people which is great, yet some of them nag too much and tend to be straight pessimists…

Leo Rising - I have this with my best friend whom I've known for almost 7 years now and it's honestly the best composite rising I've experienced so far! We're always cheering each other up and on to do great things and have fun. We always have each other's backs. We like to troll people sometimes and act like comedians. 😂 We exaggerate things and agree to each other's delusions. Act like we're on top of the world and we can take on anything/anyone together. And there's this strong sense of loyalty between us. Literally ride or die placement!

4H mars/8H mars - My mars falls in my best friend's 4H and I'm very affectionate and nurturing towards her. I listen to her and make her feel validated. I also feel like I've gotta protect her in a way. It comes as no surprise that she sees me as a sister, given the 4H is related to family. On the flip side, her mars falls in my 8H and she acts protective over me. Like if someone said something that hurt my feelings or if they just started the minimalistic of arguments, she's quick to jump in at my defense. Ironically, her Natal mars is in her 4H and mine is in my 8H so maybe that's why it also feels pretty natural to us.

8H asc/6H asc - So, I have this step cousin who's rising falls in my 6H and he acts hella reserved. Not specifically cold, just doesn't talk to me much. My rising falls in his 8H and I always feel so shy around him for no reason. I'll wanna say something but just keep it in my thoughts. Very indirect talking and shyness. We have Virgo rising in composite.

Aqua Venus - If it's in water houses (4/8/12) there's a more affectionate nature, bonus if it's at a water degree. That goes for all composite Venus anyways. Aqua Venus tends to feel like there's emotional detachment. Like when you get too close they pull away or vice versa.

11H asc - I can't begin to stress how awkward and uncomfortable this overlay isss. It depends though, me being a Gemini rising, I find it more uncomfortable with Leo risings sometimes, than I do if my rising falls in a Cancer rising's 11H. I love Leo risings though.

Gemini Rising-Gemini Venus - My ex's Venus falls in my 12H and doesn't even touch my rising, yet it was love at first sight. He loves telling me about his day, playfully teasing me. He's also hilarious and has a very similar sense of humor as mine. We have Aries sun/mercury/venus in composite.

10H Pisces Venus-Pisces mars - My ex's mars conjuncts my Venus and he used to be very protective of me. Very much the "my girl this, my girl that" type. 😂 Because Pisces falls in my 10H, I've always seen him as very chill, responsible and easy going.

Cancer rising - There's always a nurturing vibe there, no matter the other placements. I had this with an ex and we talked a lot about having kids, there was also a sense of family there. It tends to be a very sweet placement, where one of you (or both) are sweet talkers.

10H mercury - I had this with an ex and they thought I was very smart and would often ask me meaning of certain things. 🥲 I also find others who have their mercuries in my 10H are very well spoken and give off sophisticated vibes.

3H - I am a suckerrr for people who have placements in my 3H *cough* Leo placements *cough* I just find them so intriguing and that we tend to have a lot in common!! I usually bond with people over music, so I find that Leo venuses/mercuries have the best taste and put me onto a lot of music! Leo moons that fall in my 3rd house, opposite my 9H Aqua moon and I tend to get along with them better than those that fall in my 2H. Leo suns that fall in my 3H feel like those curious siblings that wanna share and know everything! Definitely a personal fav!!

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[kqulitz]

HI HELLO BEFORE ANYTHING I MUST SAY YOUR WRITING IS AH, SO SO SO GOOD I LOVE IT SM 🖤 the smuts are to die for while at it oooh myyyy ~ This will be a bit of a cheesy request because I’m not braining anything spicy right now but! Here you go; It starts off with Bill and reader doing the deed, I have a soft spot for sub Bill but you can do what you think fits right, and it is quite the passionate session yk, either after not seing one another for a long time or reconciliation sex. Thing is halfway through Bill breaks down and the reader believes she did something wrong and tries to fix it, turns out Bill was simply emotional and euphoric over how much reader and their moments mean to him. He’s always been so open about wanting to live that big love and he just seems to be like such a passionate lover, it’s sweet 🖤 Have a good day/night!! And keep up the good work you’re doing so well!!

a/n: TYSM FOR THE KIND WORDS 🫶🫶🫶

passion

bill kaulitz x reader

summary: your boyfriend gets a little overwhelmed.

tags: platonic tom/reader, both reader and bill are 18, smut!!, sub! bill/dom!reader, arguments, make-up sex, soft/gentle sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, riding/fem on top, hand holding, crying, aftercare, brief talks of marriage at the end 🫶

smut under cut, minors dni!!!

lowercase intended

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you’re silently fuming on tom’s bed, arm tossed over your eyes as he hits beside you. he’s unsure of what to say, through the wall he can hear bill’s furious rearranging of things in his room. inhaling slowly, he glances at you, hand patting your leg. “go talk to him.” he mumbles. “no.” you deadpan, not moving your arm. “y/n.” he states sternly, watching you huff and roll over, your back facing him. “i know you’re upset, but you can’t hide in my room forever..!” tom adds on, watching you for a moment. “whatever you two said to each other, you don’t mean it. go tell him that.” tom pats your side. “i… can’t.” you sigh, using your forearm as a pillow.

“why not..?” tom asks cautiously. “we said we hated each other, tom. i… i can’t right now.” you respond. the pit in tom’s stomach deepens. “but you don’t hate him. i don’t even think bill is even capable of hating you..! he loves you too much.” the other twin tells you. silently, you wipe your eyes. “i just… i don’t know what to say to him.” you mumble. “anything..! it will be better than sitting in my room sulking.” tom exasperates, nudging your back. “i’m not sulking..!” you complain, yet his silence says everything. “fine, maybe a little… but i’m upset!” you argue, sighing. “look, just go talk to him. if it doesn’t come we’ll come back and we’ll order some pizza and let things cool down; then you can try again later.” tom suggests. you mull over his idea silently before nodding. “okay… fine i’ll talk to him.” you sigh, getting up. “das ist mein mädchen..!” (that’s my girl..!) tom encourages, smiling as you leave his room.

slowly, you open the door to bill’s bedroom, peering inside. his back is facing you as he rearranges everything in his closet, removing some of your clothes. your heart sinks at the possible reason, yet you push it aside. “schätzchen…” (baby) you mutter softly, closing the door. bill ignores you, hanging up one of his jackets. you walk closer, letting your arms carefully hug your boyfriend, your head resting against his shoulder as your chest presses to his back. “es tut mir leid.” (i’m sorry) you mumble, refraining from squeezing him in case he was still upset. bill exhales through his nose, it’s heavy. “sag etwas..? bitte?” (say something..? please?) you can’t help but beg, this time letting your arms hug him more firmly.

“thanks for apologising.” he shrugs a little, hanging up more of his clothes. your heart squeezes at his cold response- your breath catching a little. you can’t find anymore words, so you cling to bill tightly, hiding your face in his shoulder. bill doesn’t remove you, so you take it that he’s not entirely mad with you. “where should this go..?” he mutters, you raise your head. it’s one of you favourite shirts, he’s running his hand over it to get rid of creases. “uh- i don’t mind…” you mumble, watching as he hangs it up. you sit and think for a moment, your thumb idly stroking bill’s hip as you do so. bill’s sudden movement catches you off guard as he turns around, hugging you tightly. you squeeze him, letting him bury his face into your neck. “i’m sorry too… i shouldn’t of said some of those things.” he whines, arms squeezing you desperately. “it’s okay- i’m sorry too.” you respond, your heart fluttering with relief. you pull away slowly, looking at the pile of clothes on the bed. “want some help?” you ask sheepishly, watching him nod. now he was facing you, you could see how badly his makeup was smudged- he had been crying…

you cup his face carefully, wiping under his eyes before giving him a soft kiss. bill melts a little, hands grabbing your sides. a small knock interrupts your moment, and you turn to see tom. “i take it you two have made up?” he asks, a cheeky smile on his lips. “yes, tom- we’re fine… what’s up?” you respond, letting bill cling onto you tightly, his head resting on your shoulder. “i’m ordering pizza, what do you guys want?” he asks, watching you shrug. “just get us the usual, please.” you request, he nods. “okay. i’ll be downstairs if you need me.” he closes the door behind him, and so you turn your attention back to bill. his lips are on yours once more, it’s needy and hard. “let’s get these clothes put away, yeah?” you suggest as he pulls away. “okay.” bill smiles, turning back to the pile of clothes.

after roughly five minutes of you both putting stuff back, bill flops down onto his bed, raising his arms to you. you smile at his lazy grabby hands, getting onto his bed with him as you lean down, lips pressing to his. bill’s hands grab at your waist, guiding you on top of him. you immediately know what he’s hinting at, grinding a little as he moans into your mouth. you let your hands push his shirt up, tracing over your boyfriend’s soft skin. “let me take care of you tonight, okay?” you whisper, watching him nod with excitement. “good boy.” you add on, kissing him again. bill’s back arches into your gentle touches, whimpering against your lips as your finger tips trail down his abdomen. “hurry up..!” he whines, sensitive muscles twitching against your feathery touch. you chuckle, kissing along his jaw gently. “do we still have lube?” you ask, voice hushed as you seal your lips over a spot on his neck, leaving a dark hickey behind as you help him out of his pants. “yeah- in the drawer.” bill squirms under the feeling of your teeth, grabbing the lube for you.

you smile, pouring a generous amount on your hand. the cold sensation against his cock makes him gasp, his back arching. “mmh- fuck..!” his mouth has fallen agape as his head leans back against his pillow, soft pants leaving his lips as you stroke along his shaft. you smile, leaning down to kiss him; feeling him whimper and moan into your mouth. you shimmy out of your shorts, throwing them away as you lean down to kiss him once more. your boyfriend’s hips buck against you as you line him up, letting him push his tip inside of you. bill whines loudly, you silence him with gentle kisses, whispering soft praises between each one. bill’s chest pushes against yours as he whines, grabbing your hips tightly to help you move. it’s slow, sensual and loving, which is uncharacteristic for the two of you.

bill moans, it’s slightly choked as his hips buck up against yours. tangling your fingers between his, you steady yourself, speeding up your pace. “you feel so good..!” bill groans, eyes closed. you moan, hips grinding down against his, squeezing his hands a little. bill squeezes back, his hips stuttering upwards. “guter junge, du fickst mich so gut.” (good boy, you fuck me so good.) you praise between breathy moans. bill’s cock twitches at your words, his chest heaving with each heavy pant, his moans growing louder. you hush him, helping him sit up. bill’s face buries into your shoulder, hiding his whimpers and moans. “guter junge.” (good boy.) you whisper to him, hips rolling down against his as he chokes out a groan. “mph-! fuck, i’m gonna..-“ you let bill lay down again, letting him squeeze your hands tightly as he whimpers under you. “go ahead, my sweet boy.” you coo, your own orgasm growing closer.

bill’s moans are stutter-y and soft, his brows knitted together as he grows closer and closer; hips bucking up to meet your short thrusts. “good boy, fuck- you’re so precious.” you whisper to him, watching his cheeks tint red. he whimpers, back arching as he cums inside you. the sensation has you cumming around him, slowly riding out both your highs. “that’s my good boy. well done.” you tell him watching bill’s soft moans crumble into sobs instead- your eyes widen. “fuck, baby are you okay? i’m sorry..!” you panic, moving off of him. “no- i’m okay..!” he whimpers, letting you hug him tightly. “are you sure..?” you frown, kissing away his tears. “mhm. i’m okay…” he smiles, hugging you tightly. “i didn’t mean to make you cry.” you whine, cradling his head to your shoulder. “it’s not that- i just… i love you so much..!” he replies, tears still falling down his face. “awh, baby…!” you can’t help the gentle laugh that falls from your lips. “i mean it..! you’re so special to me! i love everything about you.” bill responds, kissing your lips gently.

“bill, you had me so worried for a second.” you giggle, kissing him back. “sorry..!” he responds, arms clinging to your torso as he curls closer. “i love you too, sweetheart.” you respond after a few seconds. bill sniffles. “i know..!” he croaks. “oh my god, babe…” you laugh, leaning down to kiss his wet cheeks. “sorry- i just love you so much..!” he whines, you laugh. “i know you do, just take a deep breath for me.” you grin, kissing his lips softly before letting him breathe. bill inhales slowly, letting out a rather shaky exhale before breaking into a smile. “i’m so lucky to have you.” he mumbles, kissing you again. “i think i’m the lucky one.” you respond. “no- you have no idea how blessed i feel whenever i wake up next to you- whether it’s on tour or here or in a hotel- i love you so much. you brighten every single one of my days, i would be lost without you.” he gushes, hugging you again.

“bill- if you don’t stop then i’ll cry..!” you half joke, squeezing him tightly. “sorry, sorry. but it’s true! i love you so much.” he responds, pulling away to kiss you. “i love you too.” you purr, moving away to dress yourself. bill does the same, his glossy eyes slowly drying as he does so. “let’s get cleaned up.” you take his hand, leading him to the bathroom. bill hums gently, letting you pamper him a little, adding sweet kisses in between each action. you can’t help the way you smile as his adoring brown eyes meet yours just before he kisses you again and again. you wipe the smudged makeup from his face, fluttering kisses along his skin afterwards. “pizza’s here!” tom calls from downstairs, you pull away. “come on then, baby. we can watch a movie.” you respond, grasping his hand and giving it a gentle, loving squeeze. bill laughs softly, following you out the door and downstairs.

tom raises his brows at the sight of you both, the hickey on his brother’s neck not going unnoticed. “i didn’t think you’d hear me.” he half jokes, putting the pizza boxes on the counter of the kitchen. “we heard you.” you roll your eyes playfully, poking tom’s side as you pass him to get yourself a drink. “alright, alright.” he mutters, smiling a little. “you two doing better?” he asks, taking a slice from his own pizza. “much better.” bill smiles at you, leaning his head on his palm as he gazed at you shamelessly. tom fakes a gag. “ring the fucking wedding bells.” he jokes, taking his pizza and moving to the living room. “maybe we will!” you shout back, listening to him fake a gag. bill’s eyes soften. “y’mean that?” he asks, stealing a slice of pizza. “maybe in the future, it’s something to consider…” you mumble, shrugging a little as you give him a glass of coke. “we still have a lot of time to think it over…”

“i would do it.” bill deadpans, making you choke on your own drink. “bill-!” you splutter, hitting your chest a little. “warn a girl.” you half joke, kind of shocked by his words. “what? i would..! i love you.” he shrugs. “marriage… marriage is a big thing- we wouldn’t want to rush it..!” you fluster, taking the pizza box. “for now, let’s decide on what movie we’re gonna watch.” you tell him, listening as he follows you into the kitchen. “don’t tell me he just proposed in the fucking kitchen.” tom exasperates as he sees your flustered face. “no, he didn’t. don’t worry.” you laugh, getting onto the couch next to the other twin. bill flops down next to you, curling close as tom stretches his arms overhead. “good, i’d lose my shit if he did. you deserve better than that.” tom half jokes, nudging you. “we aren’t getting married anytime soon..!” you sigh, watching tom’s eyebrows raise. “but you would?” he asks. “tom-! let’s just pick a movie…” you sigh, giving up on the topic.

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[fairyofshampgyu]

Devil by the Window 𖤐⁶⁶⁶𖤍♱

genre: smut, succubus demon

Pairing: beomgyu x succubus! Reader

Warnings: reader is a s*x demon, smut, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, blow job, pegging, riding, ass slapping, hair pulling, overstimulation

Word count: 1.5k

No matter what beomgyu does, he cannot seem to sleep at all.

He could scream from the utter frustration. He feels tired so why isn’t he asleep?! Could it be the coffee he had in the morning? But he always has coffee and it never does that to him. Was it the thriller he watched with Kai? He doesn’t really find stuff like that scary though. Beomgyu has tried everything from counting sheep to asmr whale sounds, none of it seems to work.

That’s when he feels the outside breeze coming from his window and being hit with the sudden yet subtle coldness. He swears he can hear something whispering his name continuously but it’s probably just the wind. 

Wasn’t his window closed? He could have sworn he never opened it. That’s strange. He leaves the comforting warmness of his sheets and gets up to close the window, lying back down and beginning to close his eyes. But he feels the chilliness almost instantly again, he sighs, opening his eyes and noticing his window was open somehow yet again.

What the hell? Now he’s a bit freaked out, there’s no way the wind could just open his window like that. He closed it fully shut too. A million thoughts race his mind, it could be because it’s dark—he’s been deprived of sleep for hours, watching that thriller earlier on and also he can be a bit of a hypochondriac—but the only reasonable explanation he could think of was a serial killer.

He’s going to get murdered tonight. Unsuspecting victim gets brutally stabbed in the middle of the night in their own home. He can already see the headlines. That’s when he sees a shadow slowing creeping in through his window. Okay, he’s absolutely, definitely, completely going to die tonight. He tries to scream but is muffled by their hand.

“Shushh relax, baby. I’m not here to kill you. Well, I could if I wanted to, but you’re too cute to die just yet.” You say to him in a sultry voice that’s not very reassuring. That’s when he’s actually able to see what’s in front of him.

Small horns on your head, matching tail, black lingerie and tits practically pouring out. Glitter shimmering and scattering parts of their face and body. This is definitely him hallucinating from the lack of sleep right now but he asks anyway, “What…What are you?”

You laugh, “I’m your wet dreams. A sex demon, succubus. I fuck people at night.”

“Oh. Cool.” Damn, he doesn’t even get this good hallucinations when he’s high.

“Oh cool? I usually get more of a reaction than that. That’s a first.”

“Are you gonna fuck me then? You can fuck me if you want.” Beomgyu shrugs, he doesn’t really care if he’s hallucinating at this point, it’s better than staring off into darkness, trying to go to sleep, crazed out of his mind. At least whatever his imagination conjured up was hot. Although, he didn’t think he was THAT freaky he has to admit. He’s kinda turned on now though.

“Wow. You really are a different one. Are you really not fazed at all? I’m a demon.”

“Yeah I didn’t know I had some sort of demon kink either. This hallucination is wild.”

“Hallucination? This isn’t a hallucination. I am very real.”

“Whatever you say.”

“This is real! I am literally real bro”

“You can’t really prove it.”

You sigh, frustrated. “Whatever. I don’t care, I just need to fuck someone.”

Not wasting anytime, since you need to fuck in order to survive and you haven’t fucked anyone in mere hours, you crawl on his bed, sitting in front of him and pulling out his already hard dick from his plaid pajama bottoms.

You pump him a couple times then bring your mouth to his dick, sticking your tongue out and dragging his tip back and forth against it. His precum dribbling onto your tongue as you continued swirling your tongue around his tip. And then you take take him in properly. He gasps as you fit pretty much all of him in your mouth without even gagging even though he’s quite big. Must be demon things or something.

You carry on bobbing your head up and down on his dick, holding his hips down as he cutely gripped your horns with his hands for dear life, moaning out prettily. The human’s already going to cum and you can sense it.

“Need to cum…” He whimpers and says after a while, his thighs clenching.

“Aw I haven’t even started yet and you already need to cum? What a cute human. Go on then.” You say, condescendingly.

So he does, whining out and gripping on your horns even tighter, hips lifting off the mattress and squirting into your mouth.

Next, you throw him like a rag doll to his desk you see and bend his pretty figure over it.

“Wanna be fucked?”

He nods fast.

Supposedly out of thin air since beomgyu doesn’t recall you having it on previously, you’re in a strap on, dildo already lubed as well.

You slowly push the dildo into his ass and he moans, slumping his body more onto the desk. You hold onto his waist, thrusting into him. You speed up and beomgyu moans and whines even louder each time you roughly pound into him.

You slap his little ass and it seems to elicit even more moans out of him.

“More…more pleas-ahh…” He begs.

You slap his ass repeatedly until his cute cheeks and skin are red and marked, fucking into him even more harshly and fast, skin slapping sounds so loud at this point.

You tug on his long hair, still spanking his red ass and all he can do is moan continuously, eyes rolling to the back of his head, the feeling of his hair pulled, being spanked and fucked dumb too much for him, he’s practically drooling.

He’s never been fucked this good ever. At the back of his mind, he’s beginning to question whether this was all really just a hallucination of his, everything feeling almost too real. But he’s feeling way too blissed out to give a damn at all. He can’t stop his dick from leaking from it all, he could cum any second again.

“Such a whore hmmn? Just a cumslut wanting to be fucked by anything? That you even wanna be fucked by a demon?” You pull on his hair, bringing his face up. But all beomgyu can do is pant and moan even louder.

“Say it. What are you?”

“Your cumslut-ahh…” He slurs, eyes heavy and glazed up.

You take his dick, pumping it fast at the same rhythm of pounding into him and he yelps, spurting heaps of his cum onto his desk. He slumps on there, catching his breath, shutting his eyes.

You push him back on the bed, holding his dainty wrists next to his head and he complies. You straddle his waist, lining up his cock to your cunt and sinking on it, beomgyu letting out a broken mewl, he’s too sensitive but he doesn’t want you to stop at all. You begin to ride him, rolling your hips on his.

You’re starting to like this particular human. You like how he’s eager and lets you do whatever you want to him. Others haven’t been as fun. Men and their egos. This one’s also very mesmerising to look at, his features making him look like he was sculpted by the gods, you hate to admit. His reactions and moans so pretty as well. You’re tempted to keep him all only to yourself forever.

You pick up your speed significantly, riding him to oblivion, sounds of it all sticky and he’s a moaning mess, seemingly in a trance from how out of it he looks. You let your devil tail trail, moving to his face to caress it as he groans to the side, cheeks blushed.

It then slowly trails down his body along his neck and to his nipples where it continuously prods, pinching and playing with them. Beomgyu endlessly moans, gasps, whimpering and whining, any kind of sounds coming out of his mouth as you bounce wildly over his hips, up and down.

“Please…cum…need” The words not coming out of his mouth as his brain goes fuzzy and eyes get clouded, his moans increasing in octaves then his breath hitches and he spills all his cum once more.

You still continue to bounce on him erratically though, milking him of every drop he has as he spasms underneath you, overstimulated, he’s seeing stars and his ears ring from the unparalleled bliss he’s feeling. Is he gonna pass out?

“I’ll see you again soon. Sweet dreams~”

~~🌀🌀🌀~~

Beomgyu wakes up.

That was one heck of a wet dream…or hallucination…whatever it was. He feels sore and his legs kinda ache, pants soiled. He feels like a pubescent teenager again ew.

The breeze comes in through his window. He gets up to close it, seeing a trail of a glitter from the window to his roof. Huh. That’s weird.

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[vampyrsm]

‣‣ COR UNUM: CHAPTER FIVE | KURAOKAMI

‣‣ Synopsis: Our tale continues with the journey to escape the bloodied shrine. There's a saying that the boughs that bear the most hang the lowest, but perhaps you shouldn't reach for the boughs that bear fruit.

‣‣ Main Masterlist | AO3 ‣‣ Pairing: Sukuna x Reader ‣‣ Word Count: est. 7.1k ‣‣ Warnings: Blank blogs & Minors DNI. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Cannibalism, set in the Early-Heian Period, trueform!Sukuna, dead bodies, descriptions of wounds, threats of violence/death, female reader, detailed body horror, cursed spirits, forced proximity.

It had been three days since you’d left the temple.

It had been three days since you killed multiple Samurai belonging to the Shogun. 

It had been three days since you became a traitor. 

The ride itself was extremely long, you still had no idea where Sukuna was taking you and he had no plans on telling you either. He was growing more and more agitated as the days went on, you had noticed he never slept at night and insisted on continuing to ride through the darkness to wherever he wanted to go. 

His irritation at first you thought was directed at you, but then you heard the rumbling growl of his stomach. He hadn’t eaten in a while either. The hunger didn’t bother you quite as much as it did him, you were used to limited portions of food but you knew Sukuna had eaten a substantial amount daily. 

You wondered if perhaps the next time you closed your eyes when he insisted on you resting, you’d never wake again as he gave in to the temptation of finally eating you. But it was always a surprise to reopen your eyes and find yourself in a new location — he wasn’t going to eat you, and you had no idea why. 

The subject of food was heavy on the mind tonight as well, Sukuna had finally stopped but only for the night. He wanted to continue going but even you could see the horse you were both riding was at its limit, and if it were to die then you’d be stranded with no horse atop of all the other arising issues. 

You stare blankly into the fire Sukuna had conjured with a snap of his fingers, it was warm; blisteringly so. Your once blood-soaked socks were now completely dry, given they were a little stiff at the tips of your toes where the blood had saturated them the most. Sukuna had refused to stop anywhere to clean, far too aware of the dangers that came with the attack on the temple.

It was growing colder with each passing minute, it was nearly time for winter. Soon snow will begin to fall from the clouds above, and that seemed daunting now that you had no real home anymore – not that the shrine was your home, but it was a warm place to stay… most of the time.

Sukuna himself was sitting across from you, his back pressed into the thick base of a tree trunk. He looked to be resting, all of his eyes were closed completely and his arms were loosely wrapped around his body. All four of them. Was he cold? He didn’t seem like the type of monster to get cold, he always felt hot to the touch when he manhandled you to the ground.

There’s another deep rumbling growl, and you’ve learned to understand that that specific sound was Sukuna’s stomach. 

“Let me hunt.” You ask, and one of his upper eyes opens to stare at you with a deadpan expression. “We’re both hungry, Suk– Master Sukuna. Please.”

One of his large hands raises up for a moment, long fingers dragging along his chin and mouth as if he were in deep thought. You could tell he was apprehensive about letting you wander into the forest, plus to give you back your bow would ensure you had the weaponry to possibly kill him if you wanted.

You can already see the disagreement forming on his tongue, so you scramble to try and reason with him. “I won’t run away. I’m as good as dead if I leave. I have no horse, and I have no idea where we are. It’s too cold to run away.” 

“You could never outrun me, little one. I’d find you in a heartbeat.” 

You don’t doubt his words. He was most definitely at the top of the food chain, he was practically designed for hunting down humans. 

“So please, let me find us some food before we both starve.”

It’s quiet for a second, a second too long because it only makes you feel more anxious. He’s going to tell you no, you can tell. He doesn’t trust you enough to let you go venture into the forest at night to catch food. You’re going to starve to death before you get anywhere, or perhaps he’d finally snap and eat you before you wasted away—

“Fine.” He huffs, and there’s a clatter of the bow and a few arrows you managed to scavenge across the floor as he chucks them at you. “If you’re not back within the hour, I’ll be the one doing the hunting.”

You imagine he’d get a kick out of hunting you in the night, so you don’t hesitate in grabbing the weapon and standing up just as quickly. Sukuna seems to be letting his eyes close once again, arms returning to their resting position over his chest.

Slipping out of the protection of the firelight, you venture further into the surrounding forest. It’s silent, save for the rustling of the undergrowth beneath your feet. With each step taking you further and further away from Sukuna, the forest grows denser; the trepidation in the air is stifling. You hadn’t quite realised how safe you felt whilst travelling with Sukuna, it was as if he naturally scared everything away in the area.

The notion of feeling safe with Sukuna wasn’t lost on you, you could never feel safe with him. Not after what you’d seen from him in such a short amount of time, and that’s not including the multiple times he’s told you he’d feast on your bones. 

And yet with every softly muffled step into the forest, you couldn’t help but want to listen to the voice that whispered for you to scurry back to the safety of the fire. But you couldn’t. You had to eat. You had no idea where you were even going with Sukuna, he could ride for another 3 days and you’d most likely starve by then. You had to find something.

You know not to travel too far, just far enough that whatever is living in the woods doesn’t get spooked by the natural aura of death that follows Sukuna around like a shadow. So you don’t. You wander until the fog thins enough to see more than a few feet in front of you, there’s a clearing up ahead that shows promise.

It’s a small meadow, surrounded by tall trees that stand solemnly silent. Maybe everything would be asleep now, you could kill a deer maybe if it was resting – that’d be the best, there’s no risk of it fleeing. The bow is adjusting in your hands, an arrow slipping into place so you’re ready to draw back the string the second you spot your target.

You crouch low in the grass, moving closer and closer to the clearing. There’s no sound to indicate anything was actually here but you couldn’t give up hope just yet. Once you breach the shadowy line of the trees, you’re exposed to the overhead moon that illuminates all the blood that’s caked into your skin and clothes. 

Up ahead is a singular tree in the centre of the clearing, it’s a little odd but nonetheless, you approach it. Its golden leaves shimmer in the moonlight and that’s when you notice the large hanging fruit on each of the branches. There are plentiful amounts of fruit, all of them glistening as if they were ripe for the picking. 

You lower the bow for a second, shifting to holding it with one hand whilst using your now free hand to reach up towards the tree. The branches are thankfully low enough that you can grasp one of the fruits, just one of them is larger than your entire palm and a little squishy — were they actually rotten?

Plucking the fruit from the branch, you feel the fruit once again now that it was free. Your finger sinks into something wet, sticky, like the type of sticky when you’d squeeze a tangerine just a little too hard. There’s a snicker behind you and you turn as quick as you can, body whipping around to see who or what had followed you to the tree—...

But there’s no one there. 

Another laugh, a snicker and a hushed whisper. Multiple voices. Was it that thing in the closet? Had it followed you out here into the wilderness and waited until you were far enough away from Sukuna to strike? The prospect of such a thing had your heart racing, the drum of your pulse pounding relentlessly against your ears.

Along with the voices, there’s a sharp pinching pain to your palm holding the fruit and in your shock, you drop it. It hits the floor with a thud and you watch as it rolls, slowly revealing a face on the fruit that continues to laugh. The other fruits on the branches seem to rejoice in the fact they had tricked you into getting close enough, they jeer and laugh in high-pitched voices. 

“Got you!” it repeats over and over, voices from every direction. It feels like a dream, a bad dream, as you watch the fruit's faces grin wide until you see sharp teeth. “Got you! Got you!”

All you can think of is to run. Whatever the hell this thing was, it was a trap. It lured you in, knowing you were hungry, it was a malevolent thing. Without a second thought, you dash forward and your foot squelches into the fruit that had been dropped in your hand. Except it isn’t quite the squelch of a fruit, more of a crunching cracking noise. 

It makes you shiver, a sickening wave of bile rising in your throat. The treeline of the forest you had been safely submerged in seems to be growing further and further away, the moonlight stretching on and on. What was going on? Nothing made sense. Nothing had made sense since you laid eyes on a man with four arms.

Suddenly, hands clamp down on either side of your legs, another large appendage coming to slither around your midsection. It’s rough and scrapes at your skin as it digs into the material of your ruined kimono, and only then do you recognise that texture; it’s wood. The tree behind you continues to move, morphing its once idle branches into makeshift bonds that work to drag you backwards. 

Fruitlessly you try to grasp at the grass once it tugs harshly on your feet, causing you to fall face-first into the ground. Your bow is long forgotten in an attempt to grasp at the tall grass, to have any sort of leverage to try and get yourself out of this situation. But the pain is nothing compared to the fear that works its way through your body. You were going to die. You were going to be killed by a tree.

You can only glance slightly over your shoulder in horror when you hear a deep groan, a large mouth opening up in the centre of it. Its tongue lolls out, and its teeth are sharp-pointed pieces of bark. The faces continue to laugh, squealing in delight when you finally scream. 

You scream, for what? You’re not sure. But it feels like the only thing you can do when a monstrous tree is lapping at your feet — quite literally. Its tongue is long, coarse as if it were the tongue of a cat. It licks along the base of your blood-dried socks, and then you feel the sharp prongs of its teeth starting to bite at your calves. 

It feels worse than any wound you’ve ever had, it feels like you’re being devoured by a tiger made of wood. The teeth continue to chomp and tear until finally, your flesh gives way, it clamps down at the realisation your skin has finally broken. 

The next scream that bubbles up your throat is agonising, it burns at your throat as do the tears that stream uselessly down your cheeks. Your vision blurs and all you can do is stare uselessly up at the sneering mocking faces of fruits hanging above you when you twist and turn in the tree's unrelenting grasp.

You didn’t want your final moments to be you scraping desperately at the ground, the dirt biting into your nails until they threatened to snap. You didn’t want your final moments to be filled with absolute terror. You didn’t. This wasn’t anywhere near the honourable death Samurai often spoke of so fondly, it felt humiliating. 

The tears burn hotter against your face, blinking only making them thicken more in your lashes until all you can see is a blurry outline of the moon in the sky. The tree grows closer and closer with each awful groan of its large mouth as it continues to draw you in, closer and closer—

There’s a horrendous screeching sound. Like a high-pitched squeal of an injured animal, and with it comes an unbearable heat that nips at your exposed injured legs. Clawed hands grasp roughly against your shoulders and then you’re tugged with far too much force, the branches holding you hostage snap off from you and flail viciously in the air.

“You’re truly hopeless.” A familiar gruff voice snarls from above you, and through the dampness of your eyes, you’re able to see it’s Sukuna who continues to pull you away from the tree. His hands grip a little tighter to your shoulders before he practically throws you into the shadow of the treeline again, the impact makes you cry out in pain.

You huff against the dirt, it sticks to the wet streaks on your cheeks and in the cracks of your lips. He saved you. Sukuna saved you from being eaten by a tree. It seemed illogical to think such a thing, he didn’t seem like the type to save anyone — anyone that wasn’t himself, that is. And yet here you are, pushing up just enough on your hands to peer over the long blades of grass to watch Sukuna’s back.

“What a poor excuse of a cursed spirit.” Sukuna huffs, two of his arms cross over his chest whilst the other two unfurl and curl his claws at his sides. “Disgusting. Using trickery to lure in your victims… so weak.” 

The tree-curse continues to scream in agony as the bright flames you recognise as Sukuna’s continue to ravage it, and the multitude of faces twist in agony. It’s sickening to watch but you can’t draw your eyes away from Sukuna. The moonlight bathes him in a soft white, it rolls down his back along the exposed tattoos and it makes the pink of his hair look almost peach-y. 

Sukuna continues to advance on the burning tree, not even having to stretch when one of his arms reaches up to grasp at one of the fruits that hadn’t been hit by the flames yet. He watches on, as if observing a bonfire, when his teeth sink into the face of the fruit. It screams until it’s silenced with a sickening crunch. 

“Ha! So they are still human. What do you do? Do you roll them into these little fruits and hang them? Oh, what a waste…” He licks at the juices on his fingers, polishing off the rest of the fruit. His voice fades as he continues to talk to the tree, the frantic pumping of your heart is too loud, as it beats in an attempt to stop you from bleeding out in the underbrush of a tree. 

Your eyes grow heavier, the figure of Sukuna once again becoming a distant blur and you can only just make out the flexing of one arm with all his claws bared before the tree explodes into nothing but leaves and bark. The remains of the curse flutter around in the wind, flames dancing in the air like fireflies. 

There’s a rustle of clothing and heavy footsteps nearby. Large hands grab at you, hoisting you up into an overly warm chest. You expect Sukuna to carry you back as if you were just a sack of potatoes, but it’s surprising to feel one of his hands engulf the back of your head to support it fully whilst your legs are draped over another arm to stop them from swinging freely.

He’s handling you with too much care for a monster like him. “Pathetic.” Well. Perhaps only just a little bit of care.

...

A gentle warmth licks at your now-dried cheeks, it strokes and soothes your frazzled mind into a sense of security; you feel safe again. Wherever you are is undoubtedly comfortable, much better than the horse you had been riding on for the past few days. It smells faintly familiar, like the water of the hot spring back at the temple. 

You don’t move for a while, simply just lying there in between being awake and asleep. You listen to the noises of the fire, the crackling of the dry branches that snap and pop. It’s almost enough to soothe you completely, to forget the ordeal of what had happened. 

“I know you’re awake, stop wallowing in your shame.” Almost.

Reluctantly you peel your eyes open, they feel stiff like you have been asleep for a while. The sky above you is a faint blue, lightening with each second as the morning starts to break. How long have you been out? It must’ve been a few hours, at the very least. Sukuna hadn’t made any attempt to wake you up earlier either, which was oddly considerate of him.

The whole thing was oddly considerate of him. He didn’t need to save you. He didn’t need to destroy that tree. He definitely didn’t need to carry you all the way back to where you had both settled for the night. You shift your gaze to the aforementioned man, he’s still on the opposite side of the fire to you but he seems to be munching on something. 

Immediately your interest is piqued, and you sit up in your haste to see if he had maybe on the off-chance left any food for you. Sukuna watches you over the fire, his lower set of eyes are shut completely you notice when you meet his gaze. 

He doesn’t say anything yet, simply continues to eat whatever lump of meat is in his hand. It’s different this time, however; it’s cooked. He’s eating something that was cooked, you had seen him eat raw meat a handful of times now – you just assumed that was his preference.

“Did you only cook food for yourself?” You can’t help but nearly pout over the idea of being left to starve once again whilst the self-appointed King continues to eat his share. Sukuna just snickers in response, another mouthful of whatever tender meat he’s holding in a large hand.

“What an awfully bitter tone from someone who nearly got eaten by a tree.” Ah, of course, you wouldn’t have expected anything less from Sukuna. Of course he’d mock you for your near demise with an overgrown shrub. Now you really do pout. 

“Quit your pouting. I left plenty for you.” He says it in a way that sounds like he’s disgusted at the fact he had to share his food with you. You narrow your eyes back towards him and he does a subtle gesture with one of his unoccupied hands to the floor. 

You follow his direction to find that he had actually cut slices of meat for you and even cooked them, they’re laid out on a piece of cloth that looks a little too like the fabric of the black hakama he wore often. You sneak a glance at him when you lean over to grab your own piece, and yes, he had ripped part of his trousers off to serve as a makeshift plate for the food. 

Part of you wants to comment on it, poke a stick at the bear but you’d rather not have your food privileges revoked. So you snatch it, maybe a little too hastily, from the ripped material and Sukuna doesn’t do anything to hide the chuckle that rumbles in his chest. 

Your lips part to sink your teeth into the meat but you hesitate, just an inch or so between your tongue and the meat. What if this wasn't an animal? He wouldn’t feed you human meat, right? He would’ve left that raw, why would he cook a human? That didn’t seem like his style—

“It’s venison. Stop overthinking so much, I can hear it from over here.” He reaches for another slab of his own meat, but this time it was raw. The blood curls around his fingers when he gives it a squeeze, and he seems rather entranced by it. He had been starving just as much as you, you don’t doubt that he’s craving for something a little more… beef-like.

You were far too hungry however to turn down the food. You just had to believe him. So you throw caution to the wind and sink your teeth into the cooked meat, immediately you can tell it’s not human. It’s most definitely venison, it’s rich and cooked well – again, odd, you never pinned Sukuna as a cook.

It’s silent for a spell, bar the sounds of eating from you and the awful ripping sounds from Sukuna as he continues to tear his food apart with his teeth alone. 

In the silence, your mind goes begrudgingly back to the whole ordeal beforehand. The tree. Sukuna had called it a cursed spirit, right? Is that what they were? Was that what the monster in the shadows of the utility closet was? A cursed spirit? You had heard of Yokai, is that just what this was? It didn’t seem like it. It was something… worse. 

When that tree had grabbed you with the intention of eating you, you only felt overwhelming dread and fear and it seemed to strive off of it. So did that mean cursed spirits were an accumulation of emotion? Negative ones, specifically? Your father had never taught you anything like this. Did Samurai get taught to also battle cursed spirits?

Your mind goes back to the man with the oceanic eyes. He seemed to be human and yet he had odd abilities… Was he a cursed spirit? No. Still alive. Curse user? Isn’t that the phrase the Samurai with blue eyes had said to you? That you were a Curse user’s whore? It was too much to wrap your head around, you couldn’t understand it truly without asking questions… and with a quick glance to the only man who would have all the answers, you decided against it.

Sukuna wouldn’t entertain your mind, he only did that on his own terms. 

As if sensing the disdain you held for him, Sukuna glares at you. His bloodied hands hang limp between his legs whilst his elbows are balanced on his propped knees. “What is it? Speak your mind.” 

“What was that thing?” 

“Thing?” He lamely replies, tending to the chunks of meat stuck to his nails by picking at them and flinging them to the side. “Be more specific. I could name a number of things.”

This asshole. He knew exactly what you were referencing. He just wanted to hear you say it. “That tree. With the fruit.”

Sukuna shrugs, “Just that. A tree with human fruit. What of it?”

“Is… is that a normal thing? I mean, I’ve never seen a tree like that—” You counter quickly, not wanting to lose the chance to get more from him.

“You’re just as clueless as you are helpless I see.” He huffs, leaning back into the tree, you can hear it creak just a little beneath the weight he pushes against it. “It was a cursed spirit. Though I’m sure you’ve figured that much out already, you’re smart enough for that I’m sure.”

“Are you a cursed spirit too?” The glare sent your way is withering, his nose is scrunched in annoyance and all four eyes almost glow with the threat behind them.

“Do I look like I’m weak to you? Cursed spirits are a weak combination of human emotions. I am not that.”

So he was definitely human. Even with the four arms and two faces, he was still undeniably human. Why did he do all of this to himself? He ate other humans, he wasn’t sickened by the idea of it. If anything, cannibalism seemed to excite him; a thrill in doing the unspeakable. 

You had so many questions you wanted to ask him, you wanted to understand him more. You’re not sure why, maybe you could call it just sick morbid curiosity. You’d never encountered anything like this. Before everything, you had been living a relatively quiet life. 

“No more incessant questions. Eat your food and get some rest.”

“If I do. Will you tell me where we’re going?” 

Sukuna raises an eyebrow in your direction, you’d expect a glare to accompany it but instead, he looks mildly amused. “You wish to bargain with me?” 

It didn’t seem like a wise idea to bargain with a man like Sukuna, and yet you had laid out the terms. You’d do as you were told in exchange for information. It seemed like a fair deal. 

“Yes. I’ll do as I was told if you tell me where we’re going.”

A rare smile makes itself known on Sukuna’s face, it’s hard to see past the flickering amber fire and smoke that rises with it but you think you see it before he rubs a hand along his jaw. “Your audacity knows no bounds I see. I should expect nothing less from the woman who had tried to kill me twice.”

He didn’t sound angry about your attempts on his life, in fact, he seemed rather jovial about it. As if you were simply a puppy nipping at his ankles demanding attention. 

“Fine. We’re heading North, into the mountains. No clan has laid claim up there, the Shogun won’t follow us.”

Your lips part to ask another question, and the glare that Sukuna shoots you is harsh. A silent warning to not press your luck. So you don’t. You obey the deal you had made with him and return to eating your food, but it tastes bland on your tongue. Your mind is working far too fast for you to enjoy finally being able to eat something with substance. 

What was in the mountains? What made it so safe for men like Sukuna to live up there without fear of the Shogun following? Or rather a better question would be, what frightened the Shogun so much to not pursue Sukuna to the north? You didn’t think it’d be possible for something to exist that was more terrifying than the demon Sukuna portrayed himself as. 

You and Sukuna didn’t speak again for the rest of the night or rather the breaking of dawn, he kept to his side of the fire whilst you slept on the ground on the other side. You could feel his gaze on you for a long time, it had made it initially difficult to sleep until exhaustion took over. 

…

The peaceful lull of sleep however was ripped away from you when you were nudged with something, hard. It didn’t bother you the first time, but when it had come again this time even harder you had no choice but to open your eyes to see what was bothering you.

Looking over your shoulder you’re met with legs, and you follow them up to see Sukuna standing over you with a less-than-impressed look on his face. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you, what did he want? Did he just want to disturb your sleep for the sake of it? Another nudge and you realise he was kicking you awake. 

His frown vanishes when he sees the annoyance settle in your features, the twitch of your lips as if you wanted to spew some of the vilest of things to him. A part of you wants to finally let your tongue loose to tell him just how you feel about him, but you know to hold your tongue lest you wish to lose it. 

Sukuna huffs at the realisation you won’t entertain him with your foul language, turning his gaze away from you. “Get up. We’re leaving.”

So curt. But you do as you’re told, you get up from the floor and stretch your body out. The floor had been undeniably uncomfortable, the small rocks and twigs that dug into your back and side had bothered you the entire night but you weren’t going to complain. Who knows when you’d get the chance to sleep properly again. 

Sukuna doesn’t say anything, simply turning away from you and towards where he had hitched the horse for the night. It’s automatic now to follow after him, to make sure you don’t stray too far in case anything unsavoury decides to leap out of the growing shadows to snatch you away. 

You find yourself once again caged in between four arms and a warm chest, the ride itself is unpleasant. Unpleasant in the sense that it’s awfully silent again, and there’s a tension in the air the further you venture further north. Soon the leaves on the trees die out completely, leaving behind bare skeletons of branches that shake with each biting cold breeze. 

The grass fades into a dull brown before finally it’s coated in a thick white. Snowflakes fall heavily from the sky, sticking to your eyelashes and burning with ice-cold intensity against your heated cheeks. You’d never been so far north before, you had always been stuck in Heian-kyo growing up where the Shogun’s palace resided. Snowfall that far south was very rare, you would’ve been lucky to see it settle on the ground before it melted into nothing.

Around you is an endless amount of milky white, a blur when Sukuna pushes the horse to hurry its pace despite the struggle through the quickly thickening snow. You still have no idea where he’s trying to reach that requires him to travel so far north and into the mountains. But your lips are far too cold to ask him if you were nearly there.

In fact, it felt like your entire body was slowly being overtaken by the prickly cold that snapped and bit at your exposed skin. The kimono you were wearing had been ruined a while ago, it no longer held tightly to your skin in the right places and whilst it wasn’t a bother before; it certainly was now.

Sukuna behind you is still only wearing those same hakama trousers and yet he shows no signs of being cold, the hairs on his arms aren’t raised and he isn’t covered in goosebumps. Did he just naturally run warmer or was this an unnatural consequence for the monster he was turning himself into?

“Shiver any harder and I will throw you from the back of this horse.” He grunts far too closely to your ear, the warmth of his breath is a pleasant bite against your nearly frost-bitten skin and you can’t stop the shiver no matter what you do. “Unbelievable.” 

His arms shift and you’re certain he’s going to follow through with his threats, a large hand grasps at your side. “Wait! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, it’s just so cold!” You plead and plead, but Sukuna stays silent as his claws sink into the fabric of your sullied Kimono. You try to grab at his arm that’s holding your kimono, anything to just hold on when he tries to inevitably throw you off the horse and into the snow.

But suddenly you’re engulfed in a type of warmth that’s all-consuming. It wraps around your front and along your back, the weight that comes with it ensures that no heat escapes the tight embrace you find yourself coiled in. Sukuna’s two free arms wrap around your waist, one up along your chest and shoulder to hold you securely to his chest. His head is lower, enough that you can see the rough edge of his second face and the tattoos on his jaw.

He’s holding you.

“Enough. I tire of both your whining and your nattering teeth.” He exhales the words heavily, his chest presses more into your back and you can feel the steady rhythm of his heart. It pounds against your back, and soon you find your own racing blood calming down to match the languid pace he set.

You can’t find yourself wanting to ask why he felt the need to keep you warm himself out of fear that he’d rip it away from you. Instead, you lean more into him, slowly at first until you melt completely into the hold he has over you. His arms don’t loosen however, they continue to squeeze you close as if he’s trying to absorb you into the comfort of his own flesh.

Soon, the ground starts to level out from the deep snow the horse was dredging through. The sound of hooves against stone has your head rising from its buried state within your kimono–and the arms that still hold you tightly–and sure enough. The horse is traversing along a man-made path, the large stones aren’t buried, which could only mean one thing. Someone had been through here recently.

The path winds and turns, passing through low-hanging snow-covered branches that cause Sukuna to push you down into the horse's neck to avoid being hit by the branch. It becomes harder to breathe the further you traverse along the path, the air slowly thinning until it feels daunting to take a breath in case there is no oxygen left. 

It’s not before long that the path reveals its destination. You expect to finally be at the place Sukuna wanted to reach but instead, you’re met with charred wood that once resembled a gate. The sense of deja vu that washes over you elicits another violent shiver that in turn has Sukuna crushing you further into his chest. 

Though it’s not an estate that you enter as you pass through the burned gate, instead it’s a village. Or the remains of one. The empty houses are beyond a state of repair, the wooden roofs are caved in and snow inhabits the once-lived-in walls. The wind that blows through whistles against the shattered shoji doors and rattles the loose wooden boards. 

“What happened?” You ask, perhaps it’s a foolish question because Sukuna laughs lowly over your shoulder. You can feel the way his mouth draws up into that malicious grin from how he’s leaning his head next to your own. 

“I think you already know the answer to that one, dove.” 

And you do. You don’t doubt that this was his doing. The charred wood is enough to tell you that this village had been burned down but the more you glance around, the more you recognise the deep slashes that have embedded themselves in both solid stone and wooden beams. Sukuna had destroyed this village.

There’s destruction in every direction you look, he hadn’t spared anyone in this village it looked like. The horse slows its gait as it reaches the centre of the village, a large courtyard-type area that leads in different directions of the village and each way is in a similar state of disarray. 

Except when you look to the left, your entire body seizes up. In the distance is a woman. She stands in the heavy snowfall, completely still. Her hair is as black as the night sky above, only a slither of moonlight highlights her existence in the distance.

Her body is draped in a long white kimono, loose on her upper body. Her shoulders are completely exposed, as well as the tops of her breasts. How was she not cold? The tall woman continues to stand idly, unmoving and blending in with the snow that falls around her until finally, her head twitches. 

The horse beneath you is moving much slower through the slog of thick snow that gathered in the courtyard, and it seems the woman has noticed the trapped position you find yourself in. Her head raises slowly, enough to expose the near-transparency of her white skin and the blue tint of her frost-bitten lips. 

But before she fully lifts her head, a large hand is pressed over your eyes. “Don’t look at her.” Sukuna’s voice is lowered to a near whisper beside your head. “She feasts on your fear. Do not grant her it.” 

A Cursed Spirit. That’s what the woman was, did that make her once a human that inhabited this place? An unfortunate soul that couldn’t quite move on from the mass destruction of her home and out of spite she returns to haunt whoever dares step foot into her village.

You can hear her hushed whispers that travel on the wind, a gentle murmur of ‘Look.’ over and over. And still, Sukuna doesn’t relinquish the hold he has over your eyes. If anything he ensures your head is turned in the opposite direction of the woman and more into his neck. He must know what that curse was capable of to go to such lengths to ensure your safety.

The hand disappears from your face eventually, revealing another path that leads out of the village and up the mountain. Large red torii gates lead the way upwards, and a sense of dread sits in your stomach at the realisation he was taking you to another shrine. You wonder if perhaps it’d be the same as the last one, filled with women who serve Sukuna’s every whim. 

How did they survive up here so far north in the blistering cold? How will you survive?

“Who was that woman?” You ask once you’re certain you’re far away from the village that you can spare a quick glance between Sukuna’s arms to the slowly dwindling village on the horizon.

“A vengeful curse. It’s rare that they happen, but when they do, they’re near impossible to get rid of.” You’re surprised he had actually supplied a proper answer, so you nod your head in semi-understanding and settle into the warmth of his embrace.

Thankfully the ride is not much longer. Soon you pass through another gate, one that’s much more well-kept. The shrine inside is much larger than the previous one you had been residing in, in fact, you’d say this was more of a temple than anything. Had a Lord once lived here and Sukuna had forced him out of it? That seems likely.

The warm arms around you disappear in favour of lifting you and depositing you on the floor before he too drops into the snow. Again, he doesn’t wait for you to follow and instead heads directly for the grand doors that lead inside. You hurry along behind him, eager to get out of the snow and maybe somewhere warm to sleep. 

Sukuna pushes the grandiose doors with far too much ease, the old wood creaks with the effort and a gust of wind blows in small flecks of snow across the polished wooden floor.

Polished recently, you realise as you step inside after him before the doors slam closed. It’s silent inside. Not a single gust of wind squeals against the cracks of windows or poor infrastructure. 

“Come.” Sukuna orders before marching his way down the large corridor, he most definitely knows his way around with the easy way he travels through empty rooms and corridors until he finds what he was looking for.

Another set of doors, they remind you of the ones you had seen in the shrine that led to Sukuna’s throne room. The fear that instals itself into your bones is tenfold as he pushes open the door, instead of the stone flooring in the old room — there is an endless expanse of blood. 

It fills in what might’ve once been koi ponds, the thick crimson ripples with each bounding step Sukuna takes into the room and you follow after him despite the voice screaming at you to turn around and run. 

“You insolent fool.” Sukuna snarls, and you snap your gaze up at him expecting to be looking at you but instead, he’s staring up ahead. “How dare you sit up there as if you were me!”

Someone was here? The answer to your internal question comes swiftly with a laugh, a woman's laugh. 

“Apologies, Master Sukuna.” The unknown lady laments, though you can sense no sincerity in her apology. There are footsteps leading down from what you assume to be the throne that you can’t quite see over Sukuna’s shoulders. 

“I just wanted to know what it was like to be a King. Even for a moment.” 

Sukuna growls, that deep rumbling one that threatens to tear down the entire building. It shakes even you where you stand. “If you weren’t so useful, I’d have your head on a spike for your blatant disrespect.” 

The woman hums in amusement, and you can hear the intake of breath before she stops what she was going to reply with a retort to Sukuna. But instead, she settles on asking “Who do you have hiding behind you? A scared little lamb, perhaps?”

Your blood freezes in your veins, anchoring your feet in place and you can’t hide when Sukuna steps aside enough to reveal you to whoever was brave enough to laugh in the face of Sukuna.

The woman before you is tall, her long black hair cascades down her back and the kimono she wears is a deep shade of purple. She smiles widely when you meet her gaze before your eyes drift slowly up towards the stitches and scar that line her forehead. What could cause that sort of damage?

“My. She is quite the beautiful one.” The woman advances towards you, and you can do nothing to move. She looms over you, a sickening grin growing on her face as she laps up the evident fear that shows itself on your face.

This was no regular human woman, this wasn’t someone Sukuna kept around to do his cleaning. She was beyond that. She was one of them. The same as Sukuna. 

A Curse User — and a very strong one at that.

“She’s not for you.” Sukuna snarls, and the woman raises her eyebrows for a second in surprise. She leans back just enough to let you breathe again before she looks over her shoulder towards Sukuna.

“No? This one belongs to you?” It’s a provocative question, a challenge to see if Sukuna would give a real reason as to why the woman couldn’t have you. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you protect—”. 

Immediately green eyes are snapped back towards you, the woman widens her eyes the longer she stares at you. 

“Oh. I see.”

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[happyheidi]

Did your partner try to kill you 😶😮😲🤯😩😭

Yes. Twice. First a car “accident” (that actually ended up in two papers here in Norway). He drove a huge Honda right into a little fence in record speed and it turned 180* degrees in the air and we ended up upside down. It was so weird because the medic said “it’s very important to use a seatbelt but in this specific instance if u had worn one ur neck would’ve cracked and u would most likely die. It’s important to wear a seatbelt at any time but this specific time it was actually good that u didn’t wear it”. HOW INSANE? I remember we told our parents when we had this “meeting” after this and no one believed it (not that it matters but I was just so stunned by it) but pls use a seatbelt!! This it not an anti-seatbelt announcement (wear ur seatbelt! Seriously!!!). I’m just relaying what he told me.

And the other time (I went back u see. Cus im an idiot u see…) and when I wanted to end it he said a version of the “if I can’t have u no one will” shit and stood there with a knife and said “well then one of us has to go” (and u know what ‘go’ means…) and I remember being really scared he was gonna hurt moffe (my dog) which he was always jealous of (imagine being jealous by a 3 kilo dog jeez man…) but yeah it was a little knife fight and it ended with the police (I called) and I had to walk to my dad in the coldest of winter. around 2 a clock at night I remember. It was legally his apartment after all. The rich wins. The cops didn’t even give me a ride. It was so cold I remember having to carry Moffe a lot of the way.. in the middle of the night. But I did love him at some point. He was the love of my life in many ways. I’m very glad I experienced that. I’m just sad it had to be such a dramatic ending.

I was always the “free spirit” so everyone including myself was very surprised when I ended up in a relationship. (I first started dating him when I was 16, we ended it when I was maybe 20, then two years without him and back at it again for a couple years) But I loved him a lot and I wish him all the best. I have no angry feelings towards him. I wasn’t an angel either. Tho it didn’t have to end like it did.

#that felt good to write #should this have a trigger warning? #if so what? #this is over 10 years ago btw so I’m all good #car accident #relationship #ask #domestic violence #car crash

[geralts-yenn]

Memories - part 1

Walter Marshall x OFC Maxine (second-person pov)

summary: At your brother's wedding you have to face a ghost from your past - Walter Marshall - and you find yourself lost in memories

warnings: 18+, minors DNI! drinking alcohol, vaginal fingering, hand job, protected p-in-v sex

word count: 4,8k

A/N: a little idea that got me out of my writer's block 😍 special thanks to @peyton-warren for being my wonderful beta and @raccoon-eyed-rebel for the constant support ❤️

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“Oh, hello! Who’s that guy and why are you not throwing yourself at him?” Your brand-new sister-in-law nudged you in your side and pointed her chin towards a man standing at the bar. You followed her gaze and noticed a pair of wide shoulders under a head of untamed chocolate curls. For a second you weren’t sure, but then the man turned to the side and you cursed. You’d always recognize that dimpled nose, even when he gave his best to hide the rest of his beautiful face under a wild beard. 

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, it’s Walter fucking Marshall.” Your eyes were rolling in your head furiously. Up to this moment you were praying to all the goddesses in the universe that he would be stopped by a blizzard or whatever would have kept him in Minnesota. But there he was, which meant you had to face him. Something you’ve dreaded ever since your brother told you he’d invite him to his wedding.

Vicky snorted into her champagne flute. “So that’s why Josh never showed me any photos of his most precious childhood companion.” Her eyes were roaming over Walter’s features unashamedly. “He’s delicious. Now I’m really curious why you hate him so much.”

Your prom night should have been the best day of your life. You had been so excited, your friends and you were giggling and cheering for weeks every time you were speaking about what you had planned. After dating Paul for almost a year now, you had promised him to let him get to the fourth base that night. Not just to do him a favor, you were ready. Or so you told yourself. But then the day came and with every minute that passed you got more nervous. Paul had sneaked a flask of liquor into the place and you took a sip, hoping it would loosen you up but it only made you feel more nauseous. 

When you left the party, Paul’s hands kept running up and down your thigh that was revealed by the high slit in your dress. You wanted to tell him to stop, but you couldn’t. You had promised it to him after all. When Paul parked his car at the motel, you were about to vomit. You really, really couldn’t do this. And so you stopped him just as he was about to unlock the door to the room where you were supposed to lose your virginity to him.

You were scared to tell him, and rightfully so. As soon as you had finished explaining, he started yelling. Calling you a frigid whore. You still remember how you thought that this didn’t make any sense. But that night you couldn’t laugh about it. You were shaking and crying when he drove off from the parking lot, leaving you sitting on the sidewalk. The rain starting to fall felt like punishment for your stupid decision. Though you weren't sure yet if your foolishness was to say no or to come here in the first place. Either way you were cold and wet and alone.

What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t call your mom. How would you explain to her that you were in front of a cheap motel instead of your friend Kelly’s house, where you told her you’d spend the night? You couldn’t call Kelly either, she was with Charlie and probably doing exactly what you had planned for tonight. Going through all your friends in your head, you didn’t come up with one name that you dared to tell the truth about what had happened. 

But then it didn’t matter anymore because a car stopped next to you and when the window rolled down you were ready to die of embarrassment. 

“Need a ride?” Walter’s face was hidden in the shadow of a tree, so you couldn’t make out whether he was hiding amusement or showing concern. It didn’t matter anyway. He was your only option to get away from this stupid place, so you nodded and got up. You hadn’t expected Walter to actually get out of the car, but he did. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and guided you to the passenger’s door that he held open for you. 

When he crawled back into the driver’s seat you finally could make out his handsome features. He didn’t look at you, his eyes were glued to the road. You noticed that he was clenching his jaw constantly, his muscles flexing, and the knuckles of his hands were white as he held the steering wheel in a murderous grip. Definitely concern. You were relieved about this. If there was one guy you really cared about what he was thinking about you, it was Walter, your older brother's best friend, the guy you had a crush on since forever. 

“Did that stupid asshole leave you there all alone?” His voice was shaky. He was mad. You nodded with a sniffle. “I’m going to kill him! Did he hurt you?” You were shaking your head, but Walter turned to look at you, his eyes piercing. “Use your words, Max! Did he hurt you? I need you to tell me!” 

You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice. “He didn’t.” It was a whisper but the tension in Walter’s face diminished a little, so you guessed he had heard you. “I told him that I don’t want to do this and he just got a little angry and left.”

Walter grunted through gritted teeth. “A little angry? Max, do you even hear yourself? You’ve got every right to say no and that bastard should have taken it like a man and accepted it. Fuck! I’m so mad, I want to rearrange his face.”

Walter’s anger somehow made you feel better. The way he was protective of you left a warm feeling in your chest. “I appreciate this, Walter, but there’s no need to. I told him to fuck off and never ever try to call me again.”

There wasn't really more to say and you were grateful to Walter for letting you sob in silence and not making this more embarrassing than it already was. 

But then he stopped at a crossing, looking at you. “Can I bring you home? Or do you want to go somewhere else?” His look was a lot softer than earlier, as he studied your face. “I know Charlie has taken Kelly to our cabin. Else I could have let you spend the night there. But you can sleep in my room if that's ok with you. I will take Charlie's. My parents are visiting friends for the weekend.”

The thought of spending the night in Walter's bed got your heart's pace to speed up again. It almost made you laugh. Isn't this what you had dreamt of for years? The crush you had on Walter never really faded, even after you had started dating other guys. But all of this wasn't even nearly the way you had imagined it so many times, laying in bed and picturing Walter's face. Yet, it was your best option right now and so you agreed. 

Walter even asked you if he should change the bedding, but you shook your head firmly, hopefully not revealing how much you wanted to sink into those sheets that held Walter's scent. You were just finished changing for the night, fortunately you had packed a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, when Walter knocked on the door. After you answered with a yes, his curly head appeared in the door frame, glancing carefully into the room. 

“I brought you some water.” When he had checked that you were decent and comfortable with him in the room, he took a step forward and put the bottle on his nightstand. “If you need anything, I'm in Charlie's room.” He had already turned to leave, but then you heard yourself calling his name, not knowing what made you do it. And you couldn't believe your next words yourself either.

“Would you stay a little with me? I don't want to be alone.” 

Walter froze in his movements. A small eternity later, he turned to face you. “Are you sure?” 

Ignoring your racing heart, you nodded and rolled to the side of the bed, making space for him to join you.  

Walter moved carefully, almost as if he feared you would change your mind if he startled you. He crawled under the duvet with you and wrapped an arm over your shoulder, his hand stilling at the nape of your neck.

“Comfortable?” he asked you, and you couldn't get out more than a small yes. More comfortable than you had ever been in your life, you thought, but you would rather die than tell him that.

You lay in silence next to each other for what felt like hours, even though it probably wasn't more than a few minutes. Then you finally had gathered enough courage to speak.

“Thank you, Walter. I wouldn't have known what to do without you.” His fingers started to draw little circles over your skin. 

“No need to thank me. I'm glad I found you.” He was staring at you with an intensity that left you completely unable to form any word or even thought. So instead you raised your hand to his face and carefully traced the sharp line of his jaw with your fingers. 

Walter's lips parted ever so lightly, but it was the only sign it took for you. You leaned forward, your nose brushing over Walter's, his warm breath scraping over your skin. Without a second thought, you crossed the last little distance and your mouths found each other. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt his warm and soft lips against yours. This was better than everything you could have ever imagined. Walter parted his lips, inviting your tongue to explore and taste him. Butterflies were fluttering through your stomach, you felt like you were floating in midair, as his tongue started dancing with yours. 

Walter’s hands roamed over your back as he deepened the kiss even further. You moaned into his mouth. You had never felt like this. There was this strange tension building in your center that you had never experienced with someone else before and it was shooting straight to that point between your legs. You wanted him to touch you. You wanted his mouth on your skin. You wanted him. So bad. But Walter seemed to hold back. His kiss was not that urgent and consuming any more and his hands stopped whenever they were touching your skin, going back to your clothed shoulders. 

“Please, Walter!” you begged. Your own hands found their way under the hem of his shirt and as you brushed your fingers over his abs, he flinched, accompanied by a groan. You felt the soft tuft of hair that ran down from his stomach into the waistband of his pants. Damn, just minutes earlier you would have been sure that it would be gross to feel this. But now you were clenching your thighs together in an unsuccessful attempt to still your desire to feel something. He was everything you ever wanted and he lay here in your arms right now, grinding his hips against your thighs and pressing kisses onto your neck, making sure you felt how much he wanted this, he wanted you. 

You gladly noticed that his will to resist you crumbled under your touch. He pressed himself against you and you could feel what it did to him, feeling his cock hard against your soft thigh. 

Taking a deep breath, you gathered your courage and brushed your hand over his length, restrained by the fabric of his jeans. 

Walter answered your touch with a sharp breath followed by a grunt. “Fuck! Are you sure you want to do this?” His reaction made you insecure for a tiny moment, but the way he rutted into your palm gave you new courage. 

“I am.” You sounded confident, but Walter wasn't convinced yet. “Promise me that you will tell me if you want me to stop, Max!” You saw the tension in his face as he waited for your answer. Nodding wasn't enough for him, his eyebrows furrowed. “I promise,” you breathed finally. 

After he had heard you, Walter wasn't able to hold back anymore. He grinded his crotch up against you as his hands found their way under your shirt. When his fingertips brushed over your sides, electric shocks ran through your whole body. 

Frantically, both of you tried to remove each other's clothes. Your hands got tangled as you tried to unbutton Walter's jeans. He chuckled and then helped you with the task. 

You swallowed hard when you saw his erection hardly hidden in his boxer briefs. He was a lot. Definitely more than you had ever seen. Not that you were very experienced in the department of hard-ons, but it made you hesitate for a moment. 

Of course, Walter noticed. “Are you okay?” You nodded as you bit back your insecurities and gave him a determined yes. You reached for him, but Walter pushed your shoulders back onto the mattress. His body pressed you down while he was licking and sucking along your neck. Your shirt was in his way as he moved down your collarbone and he gave way just long enough for you to tug it over your head before his mouth was back nipping on your tender skin.

Walter's head sank lower, his face soon buried between your breasts. You felt his lips and tongue move over your chest, leaving a trail of wetness behind that made your skin prickle. 

When his mouth found its destination on one of your hardened nipples and he bit down on it, the sensation shot right to your core. You wouldn't have been able to suppress the lewd sound you made, even if you wanted to. His tongue lapped over the hard bud to soothe the ache but it only made you moan louder. Walter responded to the noises you made by grinding his cock against your thigh. 

All this felt incredibly good. Way better than everything you had ever felt with Paul. When Walter moved to your other breast and treated it in the same passionate way, you pushed the thought of your ex aside. In fact, you just stopped thinking at all and let your instincts take over. Your head fell back as you moaned loudly when Walter pinched your one nipple while sucking on the other. All this wasn’t enough, there was this need between your thighs that made you feel so desperate. Your hand wrapped around Walter's wrist and guided him firmly into your panties. 

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned when his fingers met the wetness that pooled between your legs. He ran his fingers along your slit a few times, gathering your arousal before he switched to rubbing circles around your clit. You bit your lip when he found just the right spot and pressure, only to curse when he left it way too soon. “No, please, this felt so good.” You weren’t even ashamed of begging. You just wanted to feel more of this. 

“Let me make it a little more comfortable?” Walter asked you as he tugged on the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips and he made quick work of rolling your underwear down your legs. Your knees fell to the side, opening up for him. And Walter was eager to get back, his fingers now moving with even more skill through your folds and around your bundle of nerves. His mouth was back on yours now, kissing you hungrily, his tongue darting into your mouth and swirling around yours the same way as his fingers were now circling your entrance. 

You rolled your hips in response, showing him to move on, to finally give your aching pussy something to clench around. And Walter obeyed your silent pleas, pushing one of his fingers into you in a painfully slow movement. He was not just pumping into you, he was exploring you, inch by inch, feeling for every spot that evoked a reaction from you. And when he found what he was looking for, when you arched your back, crying out, he curled his lips into a smile and he added a second finger. You noticed the stretch, but it felt good, the way he pressed against your walls exactly where you wanted him.

Now he started to thrust his fingers into you in a steady rhythm. You moved your hips against him, fucking his fingers. Walter’s other hand held your jaw firmly as he devoured your mouth, swallowing all the sounds that wanted to pass your lips. You felt the tension building in your core, spreading through your body. “Please, I’m close!” you whimpered, Walter answered with increasing pressure against your sweet spot and you snapped. Waves of pleasure ran through your body. You were a shaking mess in Walter’s arms.

“Shush, I got you!” he whispered in your ear, pressing kisses along your neck. He held you close until your soul was finally back in your body. And you couldn’t help it, you weren’t able to suppress the stupid giggles. Walter grinned down at you. “What?” he just asked, with the smug confidence of someone who knew exactly what he had done to you. “This was good!” you told him with a wide smile.

You continued with kissing and hands roaming over each other’s bodies. But the hard cock pressing against you reminded you that Walter hadn’t gotten nearly the attention that you got from him until now and you really wanted to change this. You brushed a finger up his length until you were at the waistband of his boxers. Your thumbs dug into it and carefully pushed it down to free his cock. 

Your hand wrapped around his length and you found yourself surprised at how soft the skin felt over his hard flesh. Slowly you started to stroke him. Your thumb ghosted over the tip of his cock and Walter let out a sharp hiss in response. Your eyes shot up to him, fearing you had hurt him, but the expression on his face told you had done quite the opposite. He had his eyes closed and his lips parted and when your hand started moving up and down his length again, he bit down on his lower lip. Seeing him like this made you all weak in the knees and you drank in the sight of it. Your pumps got more hasty now in the attempt to make it feel better for him, but that made Walter’s hand reach for you and stop you. “Wait!” He immediately saw the panic flashing over your face and he tried to chase it off by kissing you softly. “It’s just a little too dry. But we can change this.” 

He had his hand already reaching out to his nightstand when you took it and guided it between your legs. “I know a place where it’s not too dry.” Walter cursed at your suggestion. His chest was heaving. “Baby, do you really want to do this?” His voice was deep and raspy. His constant check-ins half annoyed you, half melted your heart. “You already made me promise, Walter. If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t suggest it.” To make your point clear, you steered his fingers through your wet folds and he moaned as he felt the slick at your entrance. Walter swallowed and then moved to sit on his heels. “Okay then.” He couldn’t hide his nervousness in his shaky voice, and it was relieving to know that you were not alone with your excitement. He rummaged through the drawer of his bedside table until he held a condom and a bottle of lube in his hands. He rolled the condom over his dick and spread some lube over it. You watched him pumping his sheathed cock a few times, your heart almost breaking through your chest. So this was really happening.

Walter moved to settle between your legs, holding his weight on one elbow as his other hand guided the tip of his cock to your entrance. His eyes locked with yours, a last reassuring that you wanted him, and then you felt him enter you. The feeling took your breath away, it was overwhelming. You had expected to feel pain, but there was merely a small stinging that ebbed away immediately. Slowly Walter pushed deeper, until he was buried completely in you. He was looking at you with an expression you had never seen before. Something deep and vulnerable. His chest was heaving as he hovered over you. “Breathe!” he whispered and you obeyed, taking in a deep breath as Walter started to move. You whimpered as you felt him deep inside of you. “Does it hurt?” he asked you, concerned, but you just smiled. “No, it feels unfamiliar, but in a very good way. Keep going.” And so Walter started, retreating from you and thrusting back in. It was amazing, it made you scream, nothing had you prepared for feeling this way. It was heaven. And it must have been the same for Walter. He lost his rhythm, now slamming his hips desperately into you. You loved how vocal he was, grunting with every stroke. And then he threw back his head with a loud growl and you felt his hips shudder as he reached his climax. 

He pulled out of you, carefully, not to lose the condom. You felt empty without him and the kiss he pressed so firmly on your lips could barely make up for it. He held you in his arms as you both gasped for air. But when your breathing was almost back to normal, he left your side. “Just a minute. I need to take care of this.” He made a vague gesture toward his softening cock that was still covered by the condom.It took him only a minute until he was back in bed with you. “I’m sorry.” he said and you weren’t sure what he meant until his fingers were parting your lips and rubbing circles over your clit. “Let me make up for it, okay?” he asked you. You moaned but then held his hand in place. “You don’t have to do that, Walter.” you told him. And you meant it. All that you had felt with him tonight was better than you had ever imagined.“But I want to.” He resumed his ministrations between your legs. “I want you to feel good, too.” Another shaky breath later, you were able to answer him. “You already did that.” Walter smiled as he pressed a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Another one surely won’t hurt.”

*****

You were sitting in the kitchen, making up your mind how long it would take you to walk back home. Too long. But did you have any other choice? Just as you were about to get up and head back home, you heard keys in the door and a few seconds later, Walter’s little brother was standing in the room looking at you confused. 

“Hi Charlie! Would you please drive me home?” He blinked at you and scratched his head. “Do you want to talk about it?” he just asked, probably running through all the possible scenarios how you ended up at his home early in the morning. But fortunately, he let go of it as you shook your head. So you had at least a little part of dignity left in his presence until Walter had time to fill him in about his last night’s conquest.

That afternoon, you found Walter standing on your porch when you were on your way to meet Kelly. “Josh isn’t home,” you told him indifferently, not even slowing down as you passed him. You had ignored all his calls and the messages he had sent. You didn’t want him to feel obligated to talk to you. To act as if he cared. Seeing him wouldn’t change this. Though it made it impossibly hard. It was just unfair how handsome he was. And when you looked into his face, he almost appeared to be sad. But you knew better, he was just tired of you already. 

His hand wrapped around your wrist as he stepped in your way. “Maxine, stop acting like nothing had happened. We need to talk.” You rolled your eyes at him and tried to free from his grip. Walter let go of your hand with a sigh. 

“Don’t make this bigger as it was, Walter.” you told him, rubbing your wrist as if his touch had burnt your skin. “We’ve been having fun, that’s it. Can we go on with our lives now?” You couldn’t even convince yourself with your words, but that was never the plan. You had to keep Walter away from you. Getting your heart broken by him was more than you could bear, so you decided to run before it was too late. 

Walter was shouting after you as you stormed down the steps. “Let me take you on a date! Give me a chance, Max!” A heavy weight pooled in your stomach as you heard it. This was all you ever wanted. But you were way too scared to act on it. Just thinking of your night with him almost broke you. How would it be to have more precious moments with him and then losing it all? Because that’s what was supposed to happen. He’d go back to college and find someone else. In no way could he ever be truthfully interested in you.

You had to turn him down a few more times. Later you started ignoring him just completely. That didn’t stop him. He gave you his damn puppy eyes and tried to talk to you. So you started to be mean to him. You said stupid things you didn’t mean, just to keep him away. And after a while it worked. The looks he gave you had changed. They were filled with anger and frustration now. And soon you found yourself hating each other. Initially, you weren’t sure if you just pretended to feel so, but after a while you had convinced yourself that this was what you felt for him. You hated looking at his stupidly gorgeous face, you hated his voice, the jokes he made, the way he was strutting, as if the world belonged to him. You hated that all the girls lay at his feet, acting as if he hung the moon. You hated him.

And Walter hated you. His jokes always went against you. He mocked every one of your life decisions. He laughed about every single thing you did.

And then he moved away. And somehow it almost felt like you missed him. And that made you hate him even more.

“I guess you never told Josh about that night?” Vicky smiled at you with amusement. She loved hearing about dramas like that. But you couldn’t be mad at her. It had been such a long time. It should be a funny story to tell by now. Yet, it still hurt to think about it. You never managed to get over that heartache. Well, that’s just how it is when your heart gets broken for the first time in your life, right?

“You know, you should have talked to him.” Vicky told you and you looked at her quizzically. “Who, Josh? No! He would have killed Walter. Or me. Probably both of us.” 

Vicky chuckled but shook her head. “Not Josh. Walter! You should have been honest with him about your feelings.”

You sighed. It wasn’t as if you had never thought about it. To be fair, you have asked yourself the same questions every day ever since. Should you have told him? Would it have been a bad idea to let him take you on a date? Would you two have had a chance? But it didn’t matter because you didn’t let him. And you would never know what could have been if you had decided differently back then, when you were eighteen and so much in love and so incredibly stupid.

Your sister-in-law watched you with narrowed eyes as you sat there thinking about your past with Walter. “It doesn’t matter, Vicky. We’re not teenagers anymore. It’s too late for that now.” 

But she shook her head. “It’s never too late. He’s here. You can tell him now.”  

A ridiculous voice in your head told you that she was right. That all it took was to take a step towards him and see what would happen. But you shook it off.

Part 2

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Kill Shot

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ only, MDNI

Pairing: Ezra x f reader

Word count: 10k

Summary: Alone on the green, you’re ambushed by a stranger. Defenseless, you have no choice but to put your trust in him.

I’m combining three parts into one. Sort of. It’s long. Take a break if you need to. This was originally posted 11/22/23. I’m rebuilding my masterlist, so feel free to skip this if you already saw it the first time.

Warnings: Smut, porn with plot, bit of angst? Oral (f receiving) fingering, weapons, minor violence, dubious consent, masturbation, pet names, homemade sex toy, butt stuff, unprotected PIV, oral, fingering, spitting, dirty talk, bondage, doubled penetration, misuse of valuable root pesrls, teasing, thigh riding, masturbation, etc., etc., so on and so forth. No use of y/n, I’ve tried to make sure the reader is not racially coded, and that physical descriptions are limited to the type of genitals the reader has.

A word from the author: well it’s here! My baby! The story I’ve wanted to write for months and worried over and dreamed of and wouldn’t be quiet about is done. I know tomorrow I’ll think of things I should have put in that I didn’t, that I’ll go back and find typos, that people may not like it, but this has made me happy. This is my birthday present to myself and this fic has been a very useful distraction from some pretty heavy things. I’ve got a soft spot for this fic. I have a soft spot for Ezra. I love him. I love Prospect. I loved getting to spend time there as I wrote. Many thanks to all my magic sluts for the love and encouragement and for reading this shit. I love you.

ACT I: Fool’s Gold

Maybe you should have taken your grandmother's advice. “Nothing out there for a girl on her own. Just trouble. Won’t be worth it.” She had said, shaking her head. You could hear the weariness in her voice even as she sat wringing her hands on another planet. You knew she was right. Nothing could stop you though, not when your mind was made up. You’re a stubborn woman in a long line of stubborn women, and both of you knew that no amount of good sense would keep you from sinking all of your savings into a second hand environmental suit, a new laser scalpel, and a deposit on a parcel class drop pod that looked like it may not make it past Central in the first place. You scavenged for the rest of the equipment, building a small cache of slurry packs, a few refreshers, enough chem to extract several cases worth of the rare gems you sought, and borrowed a thrower. It was folly at best, elaborate suicide at worst and most likely. But what was the saying? “No guts, no glory?” Maybe it was best not to think of your guts right now. Maybe “Nothing ventured, nothing gained” was more apt. It didn’t really matter now, anyway. Nothing mattered after his first words pierced the peaceful bubble of your harvest.

“Don’t move.”

You froze, knelt on the soft, damp earth. Your knees grew cold and wet, elbow deep in the shallow cavern where the aurelac spread below the surface. The raspy voice crackled through your ear piece, stilling your heart, slowing your blood.

You didn’t need to see the weapon to know what was pressed against the back of your neck. The weight of the metal held you in place. You closed your eyes, and resigned yourself to your fate, readying yourself to meet Kevva much more readily than you thought possible. You’d like to have fought back, but you couldn’t reach your own side arm, it lay uselessly next to your scalpel and the bottle of fazer that, tipped into the cavern below, would surely kill you both. “Don’t even think about going for that thrower, either.” The voice was so casual, threatening your life like he was reading the weather report. You did as he said, accepting defeat, hoping your life and your harvest was all he wanted. There are worse ways to die than choking on the dust. “Gooooood,” he purred, “Now lay on your belly. Don’t try anything.”

Again you obeyed, but before you were settled on the ground, his boot connected with your hip, sending you rolling to your back with a yelp. Before you could get your bearings, his boot was on your chest, enough weight behind it to hold you down, compressing your sternum uncomfortably. From this angle, you could appreciate how beautiful the green moon was, soft pinkish-blueish clouds diffusing across the sky where Bakhroma was setting. Dust floated up and for a while you could forget that it was poisonous. You stared up at the sky and the canopy of green until the sunlight on his rail gun caught your eye. You stared down the engraved barrel, waiting for him to shoot you, or worse. Whatever he was going to do, you wished he’d just do it.

You grabbed feebly at him, hoping that if you put up more of a fight he would do something or say something, but he didn’t. What was he waiting for? It was infuriating and terrifying to wait while a stranger decided what to do with your life. You wanted to yell, to tell him off, to beg, but when you finally looked at him, all the words escaped. His visor was scratched and pitted, his suit was ill fitting and dirty, but his eyes were big and sad and desperate. His lips were parted, as if he were as speechless as you were.

His aim faltered almost imperceptibly, and he furrowed his brow. “Looks like I’ve got a rabbit in my garden.” Your anger boiled back up and you dug your nails into his calf as best you could through his insulating layers. Your efforts were in vain and he chuckled. “Not a rabbit. A pussycat.” You wanted to scream. Finally he shifted his weight and moved his foot so that he was standing above you, straddling your hips, his grip in the thrower more relaxed. “What’s in the case, pussycat? Show me.” He tilted his head toward your aurelac case, only half filled with your spoils. “Go on. Let’s see what you’ve got. Easy.” He stepped back, giving you room to get up. You took your first full breath since his shadow first fell on you, then unlocked the case and shoved it toward him.

Eyes sparkling, he silently tabulated the value of your pull. You hoped he would just take the case and run, that would be the best case scenario. You could still get home, prove your grandmother right, lick your wounds, and find an honest job back on the Pug. Forget this disaster ever happened. Try to find another way to pay off the debt of the wrecked and destroyed pod.

“You harvest all this yourself?” He asked, and you weren’t able to determine what answer might be safest. Do you tell him you’re alone? Pretend you’ve got a whole crew waiting for you on the other side of the ridge? Before you could decide which tack to take, he continued. “Haven’t seen anyone in this sector in some time now. No landers, either. You’re alone, I reckon. You got a camp?” Resigned to whatever fate awaited you, you shook your head. You didn’t have a camp. You had a tent that you put up every night and took down every morning, counting on your impermanence to offer some safety. Fat lot of good that did. You chest was suddenly tight and tears welled in your eyes faster than you could blink them back. “It’s not safe out here for a girl on her own.” The irony of his warning did nothing to stem your crying. He looked away, out of disgust or pity or embarrassment for you, you didn’t know. You wished you could wipe your face.

After a humiliating moment, he spoke again. “Alright.” He gestured around at your meager equipment with the barrel of his thrower, “Get your kit. You’ll come with me.”

“No.” You said, not sounding half as sure of yourself as you’d hoped you would.

He raised his eyebrows at you and lifted the thrower again, careful not to point it right at you this time. “I wasn’t askin’, pussycat. You’re alone, you can harvest, and now you’re coming with me. This is the best case scenario for you. Move.”

The image of your scattered bones, covered in moss and ferns, little yellow flowers sprouting between your ribs flashed in your mind as you packed your things. All the things but the aurelac, which the man with the gun held onto.

He gestured toward an opening in the woods, “Ladies, first.” Chivalry is alive. You trudged in silence, following a path so lightly treaded you could barely see it.

The air was thicker, heavier with motes of poison dust than it seemed to be when you were alone. It gave you a sense of hopelessness and dread. A heaviness in your chest that you hadn’t known even when you found yourself lost in the dense forest. Your captor never fell out of step, always right behind you with his rail gun trained at your side, your case of aurelac banging against his leg as he picked carefully through the woods. He talked as he walked, introducing himself simply as “Ezra” and lamenting the dust, cursing his equipment, pointing out things in the landscape that were supposed to be of interest, but failed to pull you away from your singular focus of trying to remember your path. Your eyes darted around, looking for any anomaly in your surroundings, anything you could use to find your way back somehow. “Back when these hills were full of raiders…” his voice droned on, “There was a fella that went by Alam that used to…” on and on for what felt like hours while your skin itched under your wet clothes. “Here it is. Home, sweet home. Doesn’t look like much, but it is adequate for the savvy returner.”

Ezra stood before a tattered and faded tent, obscured by vegetation and dust that had collected along the seams. You would have walked right past it if he hadn’t guided you here. He unzipped and quickly ushered you inside with a hand on your back. Zipped back in, he turned on a space filter, it popped and whirred for a moment before Ezra began tossing aside his helmet and undoing the snaps and fasteners of his suit. He must have seen the panic on your face as he undressed. “You can take the cot on the right.” His voice was careful, and he turned away from you as he shrugged out of his suit, leaving him in a long sleeved white shirt and gray thermal pants that fit snugly to his legs. “There’s a refresher in the back if you want to clean up, and whatever you want for supper as long as it’s Pastors Henry.” Ezra smiled warmly and you nodded, acknowledging his hospitality without a word.

You sat on the creaking cot and removed your helmet, then rummaged through your pack for clean underclothes before closing the refresher curtain around yourself to finish undressing. You felt more naked than ever before, more vulnerable with only the curtain between you and your unwanted companion, but it did feel good to wash off the sweat and grime from your body and hair. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been able to bathe without needing to hold your helmet and filter tube while you swabbed at yourself with a damp cloth.

When you emerged, fresh and dressed, you found Ezra sitting on his own cot with your aurelac case on his knee, admiring your haul with a small loupe.

He looked up and allowed himself only the quickest glance over your body before settling on your eyes. “This is excellent work. Near master level harvesting. Look. Nary an imperfection. Did you really do all this yourself?”

Without his helmet on, standing this close to him, you could hear him wheezing as he breathed. You could see the delicate curve of his nose and the silvery scar on his cheek, the shock of white in his uncombed hair above his temple that made him look right at home on the untamable moon.

“I did. Taught myself, wasn’t always so good.”

He passed you a pouch of slurry, bumping his own against yours before taking a hearty swig.

“What are you doing out here alone?”

“Same as you, I imagine. Trying to make my fortune before the BG line shuts down for good. Thought it was worth the risk. Thought I could make enough to spend the rest of my life on Lao. Thought wrong.” Your voice dropped and you studied your hands in your lap at the last sentence, embarrassed at the accusation against the man who was feeding you dinner and giving you a bed to sleep on, even if you didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“It’s dangerous out there.” He said, not for the first time. “There are still raiders, kips, only desperate men left now that the rush is past. And that’s only the men, Pussycat. Do you understand? I think we could help each other. I’ve got the equipment, the chem, and the weaponry. I just need your steady hand. I can keep you safe, girl. You’d be top hand. We could be rich.” You met his gaze, but didn’t speak, waiting for him to continue. “I know you don’t trust me. I wouldn’t trust me either, but I want you to consider my offer. An equal partnership for a limited engagement.”

It sounded too good to be true. If Ezra was willing to help you harvest, take care of the details so you could make the extractions and offer some protection, it might not be so bad to take one more risk.

The soothing cadence of his voice let you imagine the possibilities he was presenting. It lulled you, gave you time to study the thick vein on the side of his neck, the wide expanse of his shoulders, the strength of his thighs, and the thickness of his paddle-like hands. You didn't doubt he could protect you, but for a fraction of a second, you thought of other ways he might help a girl who was all alone. As quick as the thought came, you chided yourself. This man had just held you at gunpoint, he may yet kill you in your sleep. This was no time to think of meeting any needs but survival. Even if it had been a stand or two since you knew the comfort and pleasure of that particular human touch.

“Let me sleep on it. We can’t do anything tonight anyway.”

He nodded and hummed. Your lingering gaze hadn’t gotten past him. He knew the look well. He ran his hands slowly from his thighs to his knees, a casual thing, but he hoped to tap into whatever you’d seen when you’d let your eyes rove over him.

“A judicious measure. We will let it simmer and come back to it in daylight. I’m going to hit the refresher myself, I can’t be good company filthy as I am.”

•••••

In the narrow refresher stall, Ezra stripped off his clothes, eager to wash away the sticky layer of sweat that clung to him, anxious to run his hands over his body under the tepid stream of recycled water. He thought of you, how close he was to dispatching you, a lone prospector, until you were on your back and he was close enough to see a much bigger picture. His ship, his gems, a way off this forsaken moon. It seemed too easy, too perfect. And now? The unmistakable gleam in your eye added an extra layer to the whole scheme, an auspicious twist in his designs.

Following the trail of water running down his chest and belly, his hand found his cock half hard. He tipped his head back with a heavy sigh, and stroked himself. He thought of the fear in your eyes, thought of how easily you obeyed him, how your thin tank top did nothing to hide your pebbled nipples. He imagined you on your knees, or under him, the sounds you’d make for him when he filled you with his cock. Close to release, he squeezed the base of his cock hard, staving off his orgasm, letting the moment slip away. For so long he believed he might never see another woman. The green is all but abandoned, but even when the rush was at its peak women were scarce. The green moon is harsh and unforgiving, the poisonous atmosphere seemed suited only to the foolish, the reckless, and the criminal. Here you are through, not just on the moon, but in his tent, on his cot, and ripe for the taking.

•••••

While Ezra freshened up, you sat on the little cot, repacking your harvesting kit, making sure nothing was broken when you hastily packed. He hasn’t been unkind. Not really. You knew that prime territories on the green moon used to be fought over, and that people died when they harvested in someone else’s dig. You’d assumed that since the green was mostly abandoned now that would be a thing of the past, but maybe you’d been wrong. Could you really blame him for defending his claim? Maybe you’d have done the same thing if you were him. Your shoulders relaxed a bit. This could work, you thought. You hadn’t planned on having a partner, but if you were both lonesome out here and you could team up for mutual benefit, why not? And it didn’t hurt that he was handsome. You’d keep your guard up, of course, but what harm could come from an alliance?

If your mind wasn’t made up to accept his offer, it would have been when he stood at the end of the tent, bathed in the orange light of the singular lantern illuminating the small space. Wearing only a pair of snug black undershorts, he was a vision. In his suit he looked scrappy, but like this he looked more virile. Broad at his shoulders and narrow at his hips, he cut a fine figure. You didn’t mean to stare, but it was as if he had his own magnetic field drawing you in. Sheepishly he sat on his own cot. “I’ve only got the one set of clothes. Never bunked with a woman in the crew like this before, I hope you don’t mind.”

You shook your head and he leaned back on both hands, smiling. “I’ve got to wash my clothes,” he explained, “you might as well throw yours in too.”

You only had one spare set of clothes, the thin tank top and leggings you wore and the warmer set that you had under your suit. It could all use a wash. Before you could list the pros and cons of your actions, before you could consider the outcome if this didn’t go like you thought it might, you stood up. You fetched the first set of clothes, then hesitated only a second before taking off what you had on. “Might as well start with everything fresh.” You smiled at your new partner.

Ezra exhaled roughly, not hiding the way his eyes wandered over your naked body. You bundled all your clothes together, crossed the short distance to the other side of the tent. He watched you in silence, chest rising and falling, breath catching on every inhale, cock responding instantaneously. “Might as well.” He agreed. One pointed downward flick of your eyes had him stripping off his final layer of modesty as well.

The snap might have been audible. You couldn’t tell. It could have been his patience, or it could have been the saturation sensor on the air filter. Once his lips were on yours it didn’t really matter. His kiss was suffocating and urgent. He held you tight, right arm banded around your waist, trapping his hard cock between your bodies, wetting your stomach with the sticky fluid he wept. His left hand cradled the back of your head, holding you just how he wanted you, you were dizzy with his kiss.

You melted into his embrace, his scent, his sounds, his radiating heat. You let him guide you onto his cot, onto the blanket that smelled like him. “Ezra” you whined, needing him to give you something to meet an intangible need that was thrumming in your core.

“Mm.” He mouthed against your neck and ear, across your collarbone, scratching your skin, leaving a tender path where his lips had been. “What are the odds, little pussycat? What are the odds that I found you here? Maybe the last two people on this moon. All of time and space, and I’m here with you, pretty girl.”

His words made your face feel warm and your heart pound harder. They hung heavy in the air around you as he shifted down the little bed, propping himself on his elbows to cup your breasts, gently squeezing them in his warm palms. He licked and sucked at your nipples, marveling at how they hardened, shiny with his spit, he blew across them, sending a chill up your spine that made you arch up into him.

“A girl like you shouldn’t be here.” His words were whispered against your stomach as he sank down further, “need to be looked after.” He kissed and licked the tender skin below your belly button. “Need me to take care of you, don’t you?” His voice was so soft and hypnotic. Your eyes met and he didn’t drop your gaze as he kissed your mound, your thighs, making your breath hitch when his tongue dipped into your slit. Ezra groaned at the taste of you, at how wet you were, how pliant to his will.

“Ezra” was the only language you spoke, slurring it as you threaded your hand through his hair, stroking the little patch of white with your thumb while his own was slipping up and down through your folds, spreading your slick over every velvet ripple. You rolled your nipple between your fingers and felt as if you were being taken up a mountain, up and up and up he pushed you, each lick, each kiss a step closer to the peak, every breath and coo, every word of praise and pity brought you higher. His fingers found your entrance and pushed inside, making you cry out into the dim light of the stuffy tent.

Ezra watched with his cheek on your thigh as you rocked your hips against his hand, searching for release. He could do this thing all night, making you a boneless little mess, making you cry just for him, he liked the power. He wasn’t a cruel man, though, and he showed you how merciful he was when he returned the flat of his tongue to your clit then sucked the swollen bud between his lips and he curled his fingers inside you, sending you over the edge of unmatched pleasure.

Cum dripped over Ezra’s knuckles as he watched you ride out your orgasm, and he considered bringing his hand to your mouth to see if you’d lick it clean, but he thought better of it, wiping it on his blanket instead. Another time, he thought. How he would love to see your pretty face painted up with his seed.

•••••

“Do you think this was meant to happen, Ezra?” You asked him, nipping at his chin as he held you, tucked against his chest on your cot. “Were we destined to find each other out here?”

You felt his warm breath against your hair as he thought. “I think the stars aligned in our favor, and fortune is all but assured.”

Sleep came easily in Ezra’s strong arms, safe and secure, knowing tomorrow would be a new start.

ACT II: Wild and Woolly

Daylight didn’t look much different from night in Ezra’s tent. Light filtered in through the leaves of the trees and the accumulated dust just enough to let you know that the sun had risen. The soft orange glow isn’t what woke you, though.

It was the heavy weight on your back, hot and crushing, it wrapped around you as you slept half on your stomach. As your groggy mind filled in the details of the last day, you felt the weight shift and wheeze. Ezra. He wasn’t a dream. He was real and he was here and he was nearly on top of you. With every movement his grip around you tightened. One arm was under your neck, with a hand anchored to your shoulder, the other was around your waist, fingers tucked posessively into the front of your panties. You couldn’t tell if he was awake yet, so you stayed still, hoping he would stay just like this a while longer.

You grew wetter while you tried not to move, savoring the tension, feeling the firm length of him on your thigh, listening to his ragged breathing. It would take so little to just shift over a bit and let it rest between your thighs. Your mind wandered to distant times and places, places where the two of you had pulled every bit of aurelac from this miserable place, socked away a fortune beyond your wildest dreams, and lived together forever, indulging in every possible pleasure. You thought of how he might look with the juice of some exotic fruit dripping down his chin as you sat astride him, jewels even rarer than the ones you’d found all hung about your neck, his cock inside you, deep as he could get, drawing orgasm after shaking orgasm from each other on the plushest bed money could buy. Two hedonists, drunk on their spoils.

You imagined what his cock might look like. It felt heavy against you now, but was it thick? Was he uncut? What did he look like when he took it in his own hand? Would he look into your eyes while he worked his length with familiar strokes until he made himself come? Would he bite his lip or would he moan? The image you crafted of him with cum dribbling over his knuckles, onto the drab green of his environmental suit made you clench. Suddenly, seeing how he looked when he came was the most important thing you could think of. Damn the aurelac.

“What are you dreaming about?” He murmured against your neck, snapping you suddenly from your daydream. “It must be good, the way you’re twitching.” When you didn’t answer he rocked his hips into you. “Want to know what I dreamed about? Hm? I dreamed about a lake. It was dark and deep and I could feel it callin’ to me until I walked into it. I couldn’t swim though, and I was about to drown until I felt you bucking into me.” That hand that was slipped into your underwear was cupping your mound now, fingers flat against your slit, giving you enough pressure to let you know he knew exactly what he was doing to you, that devil. His lips brushed against your ear as he dropped his voice even lower, “What do you think it means?”

The tent was stifling. Too hot to think, too close to him. You stammered, unable to formulate any logical response. The question forgotten, Ezra pushed into you, grinding his cock harder against the plush of your ass as his hand slipped lower, dipping into your wet folds to spread your slick messily over your pussy, making circles with his flattened fingers. Twice he circled your entrance before returning to your throbbing clit, teasing you with the promise of more, making you whine and cant your hips into his touch before he pulled his hand back, sucking his wet fingers into his mouth with an exaggerated hum of satisfaction and smack of his lips. Obscenity was second nature to him, it seemed.

“Guess we will have to think on it. Get suited up. Time to go find our paydirt.” With a gentle smack to your ass with his wet hand, he stood and went about his routine, packing his kit, scrubbing filters, cleaning his rail gun, and fastening his helmet on. You watched as he busied himself, not daring to finish what he had started, even if you could feel your heart beating in your core.

Trudging back through the thick vegetation, you listened to Ezra breathe and murmur his promises to you. You walked a few paces ahead of him and he covered you from behind, admiring the way the curves of your ass and hips filled out your suit. They weren’t made for figures like yours, and he was grateful to get to watch how you strained against the thick material. He dreamed of peeling it back off you and memorizing your shape with his hands, that he might be able to remember how you felt one day after you’re gone, when he’s alone in the tent, fucking his hand and dreaming of the lost girl of the green.

For what felt like hours you trekked through the forest, dispassionately studying the moss, the ferns, the vines, the flora and fauna of this strange place with the poison dust that glittered all around you. You ambled along as Ezra prattled on about his crew, his ship, his trials and tribulations, exaggerated for dramatic effect you were sure. It didn’t matter, because you liked his voice. It was so rich and thick, and his inflection and cadence made everything so much more exciting. His foreign drawl was a viscous thing that washed over you, warmed you, disarmed you. It was an elixir he administered with practiced precision for maximum effect. He knew exactly the dose to put you under his spell.

When you make it to a small clearing, you see the telltale signs of an aurelac deposit, the earth just slightly raised in small clusters. Anyone with an untrained eye would have noticed nothing out of the ordinary, but you and Ezra spotted it immediately. Excitement hummed between you when your eyes met his, dark and shining.

“Look At this. Look at this!” He dragged out the last syllable, rocking back on his heels, he had to stop himself from diving in, extirpating the first heavy node on his own. He took a breath. You’d been cautious, moving slowly and quietly, checking your channels and covering your tracks as you hunted a nest of the fabled root pearls. It was easier to work with a partner, you had to admit. Alone you always had one eye out for danger, and both hands in the ground. Clearly your system wasn’t foolproof, as Ezra had managed to catch you unawares. It still stung to remember your failure. It hurt to know you really couldn’t do it on your own. How few cycles had it taken for this man to find you and take you for his own, to decide for you that you needed him? There was no time to rehash your mistakes, though. You’d wear them with pride.

Ezra paced, checking vantage points around you as you set up. He reminded you of a panther, with his eyes focused and his movements smooth and sure. Your body responded to him, breath quickening and pussy clenching around nothing. You watched and admired how easily he commanded this place that to you seemed untamable, unknowable, so liable to chew you up if it just had the chance. Ezra just made himself at home here. Determination took hold in your chest. Letting your hips sway more than was absolutely necessary, you went about your own unsophisticated routine for setting up your dig. Your laser scalpel, fazer, forceps, diffuser,and tray were arranged on the ground and you were ready.

At Ezra’s assurance that the way was clear, you began the intensive process of harvesting aurelac. First reaching into the ground and locating a node, then clicking on your scalpel to open its fibrous husk. Carefully, you dissolve the membrane inside, and feeling the weight of Ezra’s stare, you barely breathe as you excise the carrom blister- the trickiest part. These things never come away easily, necessitating a firm hand and a decisive slash. One slip of the hand here could compromise the pull. You can’t afford to waste precious time or ruin even the smallest Aurelac pearl. You didn’t need to be reminded that your ability here was the linchpin in the whole operation. Dousing the gem in fazer solution to finalize the process, holding up your bounty for Ezra to see. It was a beautiful specimen. Roughly the size of an egg, and glowing with amber flecks from within. A low whistle came over the radio. “That’s a decent pull, Pussycat. Very nice indeed. I think you better stow that one away for yourself. A little reward.”

Riding high on your first triumph, you tuck the gem in a small case and stash it on the arm pouch of your suit. Ezra’s praise stayed with you as you worked, not bothering to mute yourself so he could hear your panting and groaning as you worked. You knew he could hear you even if he couldn’t see you, and you could hear as he breathed. He was relatively silent for a while as you worked, quickly filling the first collection case and the second, and almost all of a third. The fertile nest had proven itself to be deep and generous. You tried hard to not add up what it all might be worth. It was a lot. A voice inside your head urged you to snap it all up and run. Take it all for yourself. Figure out your own way home. You could buy a space in steerage on any working ship. If you just had Ezra’s rail gun. If he didn’t see your trophy cases, if you could hide them out of sight until he was asleep, if you could get his gun…the plan wasn’t to be.

When he did speak, it nearly caught you by surprise. You were reaching deep into the ground, fingers stretching and fumbling for a bulb when he came across.

“I’m watching you, pussycat. Don’t think about runnin’. I’ll chase you and I’ll catch you every time. I know you haven’t forgotten our deal. I bet you haven’t forgotten how good I can treat you, either. How I’m going to take care of you. I bet you’re still wet from this morning.”

How could you not be? You’d been wet since before he was even awake, wetter when you could feel him watching the sway of your hips as you walked through the forest, and wetter still when your mind swam with dirty thoughts of him taking you right here on the ground.

“Of course.” You answered breathily, looking around to find him a little ways up the ridge to the west of you, his rail gun in one hand, and palming his cock through his suit.

“You tasted so good last night, I can still feel you on my lips, got me aching for more of you.” Your soft whimper in his earpiece egged him on. “Are you going to be good for me? Let me touch you again? You want to feel how hard you’ve got me? What a desperate man you’ve made of me?”

You could hear the way he was fighting to maintain composure and it ate away at your own ability to focus on your delicate work, the reason you were here in the first place. “I want to be good, Ezra.”

Had you been closer you could have seen the way his lip curled into a half smile, just this side of sinister. “Pack up. We’re done.”

By the time you’d gathered and hastily packed everything, Ezra was at your side, shouldering your pack and one of the cases while you took the others. You’d only started to walk back toward the tent when he stopped and turned toward you, tapping his visor against yours, finding your eyes in the dim light. “Follow me and stay close.” Your heart picked up at the change of plans. The twisted path he picked wound up and back down into a hollow in the hills. There, looking battered and abandoned, sat a small ship. It was an early model, a Testin Screamer that was popular back at the beginning of the rush. It looked like it belonged here in the verdant landscape.

The interior was cleaner than you expected, bright and tidy, with the cabin lights and filter in proper order, humming along like it could lift off with the flip of a switch and get you as far as the outer reaches of Spiria if you wanted, maybe further. Awe and confusion collided, giving way to your anxiety again. “Ezra what is this?” You were afraid to ask anything else, not wanting to hear any answers that didn’t suit you.

He didn’t answer at all, though. He just pulled off his helmet and the cumbersome filter rig he wore, dropping them on the floor, eager to get to you and divest you of the same. Your helmet first, then the zippers and snaps, heavy handed and without finesse he stripped you down, leaving you in your panties, suit crumpled around your ankles.

“Ezra” you tried again as he tugged his own zipper down, grunting into your neck as he kissed, hungry and wet from your shoulder to your ear, pinching softly at the side of your breast. He stopped only to free his arms, “My ship.” He finally explained as he stepped on your suit and pulled your legs free in turn before kicking his own aside. “Just needs a starter. All the works are in order, if we can trade some of our aurelac for the right part, we will be creamy. You and I.” He spoke tenderly and earnestly, smoothing your hair, leaving you no space to question, only to trust and abide.

Your partnership with Ezra, enigma that he was, seemed to be ordained. Your cooperation was irrelevant to Kevva’s designs. Ezra is here, you’ve got enough aurelac to give you a life of ease, and now, it seemed, you even had the ship that would take you to that life. It was intoxicating. His scent, the warmth of the air in the hull, the way his grip on your waist tightened as he sucked your stiff nipple into his mouth. It could be so easy to give in when he eased into a seat next to the beeping, humming control panel, pulling you against his chest, sticky with sweat. So easy when his cock was against your belly to just give yourself to him. Let him take what he wanted and sate himself. Something told you though, that he needed the chase. He’s a hunter. Too long without a challenge and he might grow restless and unpredictable. He needs a little fight to keep him sharp. The glimmer in his eyes, when you tried to twist out of his grasp was the confirmation.

“Don’t fight me, kitten.” He warned, pulling you tighter against him, squeezing and lifting to grind your mound against his length. “I can make this wholly enjoyable for you. Let me.” Clearly unsatisfied with your soft eyed silence, he brought his hand down on your ass, making you cry out, more from surprise than pain. Before the sting subsided he repositioned you so your slick cunt was against his thigh. “You want to come? Let me see you take it.”

You started with a timid roll of your hips, watching him watch you as you moved against him, spreading your arousal over his thick muscle. “That’s it. Make a mess. Filthy.” His fingertips dug into your hips as he guided you faster, harder against him. Ezra panted along with you, sweat dampening his hair and running down his neck. “Don’t stop. I know you just want to come. Come for me and I’ll give you what you really want.” He watched your face with parted lips and furrowed brow as you inched closer, rutting against him, desperate, grinding your clit with every backward motion. His hand moved to your breasts, plucked at your nipples, splayed over your chest, felt the pounding of your heart, moved to your neck, your jaw, where his thumb rested on your bottom lip, swiping over it until you opened and let him press it in against your tongue. As you sucked his thumb, the coil that had been winding low in your belly finally snapped. His thumb muffled your cry and his fingers tapped against your cheek.

Without a chance to catch your breath, he held out his hand to you. “Spit.” He looked at you expectantly. “Look at me, pussycat. Look how hard I am. This is because of you. Now, what are you going to do about it?” You let a pool of saliva drip onto his palm, and he spread it over his cock. It was every bit as big as you’d imagined, and beautiful, heavy and thick, foreskin sliding as he stroked himself, revealing a fat and leaking tip. “You’re going to be good and you’re going to get on your knees and help me get it good and wet. The wetter it is, the better it’s gonna feel in that tight cunt. Go on.”

Settled between his knees you couldn’t help but question how you’d gotten here. You felt as if you had been funneled straight to this wild, woolly, articulate man, still a mystery to you but joined now it seemed, the aurelac a contract between you, your alliance more than business. Here now, his throbbing turgid member in your hand, and him, smiling or smirking down at you as you licked lewdly, eyes half lidded, following the hard ridge onto the head where you swirled your tongue. When you worked him into your mouth you felt him jerk, whining softly. His taste was salty and mild, smooth on your tongue and nice. It felt right and good to suck his cock. You lost yourself in his pleasure, varying the speed and depth that you took him, cradling his balls in your palm. You didn’t look to see his face, you didn’t see him bare his teeth. You only felt him tensing and squirming, then his hand in your hair as he pulled you off of him and covered your mouth with his own, kissing you hungrily.

“Don’t get carried away. I’m going to fill you up,” he looked from your eyes to your swollen lips, “but not here.” The implication in the low rumble of his words silenced your mind. There was nothing there but him.

“Ezra.”

“I wanted to bide my time, be a gentleman for you.” Ezra laid you down on the floor, caging you in with his broad, silver scarred shoulders and his strong arms. “The instant I saw you I knew I had to have you, gentle girl. Knew you’d be what I needed.” He dragged the wide head of his cock over your folds, smearing your wetness over your puffy lips and teasing your clit before he lined himself up, but left you in agony as he refused to go any further. No, instead he shifted his knee up under your thigh so he could hold himself up and thumb slow circles over your clit. “I tried to be a good man.” It wasn’t enough. He was so close. He pressed into you a fraction of an inch and then retreated, giving you a delicious pressure but nothing to clench on. You cried and writhed, lifting your hips uselessly, trying to will him into you. Ezra just chuckled. “If you want mercy, you better beg.”

“Ezra!! Ezra, please! Fuck. Fuuuck! Please Ezra, just fuck me!”

“Shhhh.” He hushed you sympathetically, “You can have it.” In one smooth motion he was fully seated, pushing the air from your lungs with all his weight seemingly focused on spearing you. As deep as he could get, Ezra pulsed his hips, making sure you felt every bit of him before he drew back like a bow and plunged forward again, loving the sound you made as he filled you again. He set a slow pace, and you moaned softly at the stretch and fullness of him inside you. The way he dragged against your clit with every being of his hips. Your hands were restless, moving from his shoulder to his neck, up the back to grasp his short, tender curls. Impulsively, you pulled them and were rewarded with a much harder snap of his hips. The force of his movements pushed you up, a problem he remedied by dropping to his elbows, closing you in, holding you close to kiss your neck and breathe into your ear all that he had been consuming him. “Needed you.” He panted. “So good. Taking everything I give, let me do anything. Let me make you use you up…” He trailed off as his thrusts grew sloppy, his tempo uneven. All you could do under his heavy weight was hold on, his neck, his arms, whatever you could reach and your legs around his waist. You gave him one more fluttering orgasm around his cock before the wet sounds of your bodies and the moaning and panting slowly faded as he spilled inside you, filling you with his spend.

All was hazy as you drifted back to yourself. Ezra had stayed inside you, nuzzling you’d neck and jaw, kissing the side of your face. Getting off made him docile and sentimental.

“You don’t belong out here.” He reminded you again. “What if I hadn’t found you? Do you know what could happen to a woman in the green? One sweet like you? As pretty?” He shook his head in disgust.

“You did find me though, Ezra. You’re taking care of me. You found me and we found aurelac and now we just have to get off this moon. We can do what we like now. We never have to put on another helmet again. We never have to leave Lao if we don’t want to. We can swim,” you kissed his bottom lip, “we can eat.” You kissed his nose, “and we can fuck.”

Ezra nodded, sighing and releasing the tension from his shoulders.

That night you tucked yourselves into a bunk on the ship. The filter was better here, and the bed was a better fit for you both, though he still curled around you, tucking your body into his, letting you sleep soundly in his arms.

•••••

Morning on the ship was bright and clear, the sunlight streaming in from a large window above the control panel. You slept better than you had in ages, yawning and stretching and smiling to yourself. It took several blissful moments to register that you were alone.

You called softly for Ezra, hoping he would come if he heard the needy lilt in your voice. Hoped he would remember that you were warm and sleepy and naked in his bed. Hoped he’d come and show you how he thought you ought to be treated.

But he didn’t come.

And he wasn’t in the ship. Not in the cockpit, not in the small hold below.

Panic gripped you as you put on your suit, realizing his was gone and so was the rail gun. You realized that you hadn’t seen which compartment he had

Locked your aurelac in and that you didn’t have a key to open them anyway. Where had he stowed your kit?

Cursing him, you dashed out of the ship, eyes fixed on the swirling dust so you wouldn’t cry. The tent, you decided, was the first place to go. Your tent was there, you could take it maybe you could find Ezra and get your thrower back. Maybe he would be stupid enough to give it to you so you could shoot him. Your heart ached at the thought.

ACT III: Gut The Fencer

Blood rushed through your ears, pounding with your heart as you darted back up the little hill, not caring to cover your tracks. Let them find him! you thought. If you got to him first it wouldn’t matter. Your anger and rage gave way to humiliation and despair. You’d trusted him and you’d been had. What chance did you have now of ever getting back home? Ezra was gone. Gone the aurelac, gone your kit, soon you’d be gone too, one way or another.

You felt sorry for yourself. You thought of something else your grandmother used to say. “Broken hearts want broken necks.” It ached to think of her. You cried, unable to wipe away your tears, they dripped down your cheeks. Your pace slowed as you tried to follow the almost imperceptible desire path that had been made back toward Ezra’s tent. You had to watch your step, ever vigilant of the spore producers that could overwhelm your filter, the rocks and vines, the biting insects, the animals in the trees. So many threats lurked.

You were glad the BG line was shutting down. This Kevva forsaken moon was cursed. Everyone who came here was cursed. Nothing good was here. You kicked and shoved at the branches in your path and as if on cue, you snagged your boot on a vine and fell forward until you were abruptly snatched back up by your arm.

“What are you doing out here?” That familiar voice hissed. “Where are you going, pussycat? Where are you running with no thrower?” His voice was low, angry with a top note of suspicion. Jerking from his grip, your spun to face him, hurt and seething. “YOU left ME, Ezra! I don’t have a thrower because YOU took it. YOU took MY aurelac!” There was more to scream at him, but your voice was cracking so you charged at him instead. You could take out his knees, knock him down, disarm him, and dispatch him. That was the best plan. It was your only plan until your shoulder met his chest and he barely wavered. He just put an arm around you and dared to laugh. “Pussycat. I met with the Sater. They are early risers and I didn’t want to disturb you. I should have told you I was leaving. I apologize for the oversight.”

You softened against him, trying to work out if you should believe him or not.

“Why’d you meet the Sater?” It came out more accusatory than you meant. Ezra smiled at you, wide and boyish. “Let’s discuss this back on the ship. While we walk you can tell me where you were going to so fast that you nearly rolled down this ravine?” He took your hand and led you, looking back every few steps to watch with a sympathetic scowl as you told him how you were frightened when you woke up alone, how you thought he’d used you, abandoned you, left you to die.

By the time you made it back to the ship, apologies were made and re-made, vows to never leave you again sworn, and looks of devotion and care and desire exchanged.

nside the ship, your suits were stripped, his hands cupped your face and yours twisted in his soft undershirt.

Your back met the paneled wall as Ezra’s forehead fell

against yours, he lifted you and held you in place against him. “I’ve got to tell you. I wanted to wait until

It was all finished, but I can’t wait. I went to finalize an entente with the Sater. Our smallest gem for a starter that I can hot wire to this derelict ship. It won’t be long.” You were speechless. It was too good to be true. “Ezra…” you started, but he stopped you with a kiss. “You need to understand me now, Pussycat. I found you for a reason. I’m not keen to give you up. The aurelac is yours, this ship is yours, and you are mine.” He punctuated the last word with a firm push against your wet pussy, making you whine and rock your hips. “This pussy is mine. These tits are mine. Your hands, your mouth, all mine.” His cock swelled against your mound, more precum beading at the swollen head.

“You’re going to let me have you however I want, and I’m going to give you a little present.” You nodded, servile and soft for him.

He moved you back into the bunk where you woke up alone, and called you his sweet girl, his good girl, his only one. He kissed you and squeezed you, made you putty in his rough hands. Arousal dampening your panties so that they stuck to you, translucent, making you throb just to this side of discomfort. He sat up and pulled you across his lap, ass up, legs splayed. He murmured something unintelligible and loving caressed the back of your thighs, up over the swell of your ass, tugging your panties to wedge between your cheeks and pull taut against your aching pussy. Back down, he massaged you, everywhere but where you needed him most. Down your inner thighs, nudging against your puffy lips. As one hand made it’s way up your calf, the other kneaded your ass and inched down to tease at the wet fabric over your entrance.

Circling your ankle in his hand, he pulled your foot toward him, bringing your toes to his mouth and sucking two at a time, making you jump in surprise at the strange sensation. No one had ever done such a thing. It felt dirtier than anything else he had done. While he sucked and hummed around the little digits, his other hand played lazily with your pussy, smacking it gently through the wet fabric, pressing the saturated cotton into your folds to show every detail of your center. He finally turned loose of your foot, but returned his attention ten-fold back to your cunt. Both hands were on you, rubbing, pressing, massaging, smearing slick as he praised your obsequiousness.

You tried hard to keep your breathing steady, so worked up but with no relief, you pinched, pulled, rolled your nipples and keened, rolling your hips looking for more anything. Ezra answered your prayers with one more loud, stinging smack to your pussy.

“Are you ready for your present now? I think you are, if the way you’re soaking my leg is any indication.” You thought he might leave you, go get your gift, but he pulled a small case from under the pillow. An aurelac case. An odd gift considering the amount of aurelac you had struck, but you watched with curiosity as he slid the case in front of you, leaving you across his lap, adjusting his cock.

As expected, inside you found a small aurelac pearl. It was shiny, as if it had been polished and refined, making the reticulation of the amber inside sparkle. It was lovely. “Thank you, Ezra. It’s beautiful.” You twisted back to kiss him, but his eyes had darkened and he had begun running your through again. “Take it out.” He instructed. You carefully plucked the litttle gem from

The case and saw it had been carved. It looked like a spade, an objet d’art. You turned it in your hand, appreciating the fine detail of the shaping and the way the small stand at the bottom was shaped into a perfectly flat circle. It would be perfect on your desk. “Do you recognize it? That’s the first gem you harvested. The Sater are deeply religious, but they do undertake art as well. When you agreed to be mine, well, I couldn’t resist. And now you’ll have a little memento from this dig and from me. Wear it in good health, Pussycat.”

“Wear it?” Was it jewelry? “Ezra, I don’t understood. It’s very pretty though, very sweet of you. Thank you.” You reached for the box to tuck the gem away for safe keeping, but Ezra took it from your hand. “I’ll show you how you’re going to wear it for me. He closed the little sculpture in his hand, warming it as he resumed his ministrations. Sliding his fingers through your folds, brushing over your clit, teasing your entrance, he completed that circuit a few times while you rocked your hips slightly. On the last pass, he dragged a slick finger over your tighter hole. For the second time tonight he made you squirm. “Have you done this before?” He teased, and you shook your head. He dragged his middle finger through your folds and brought it up to join the first, pressing against your tight ring of muscle, you felt him move again, the rustle of fabric, and the snap of a lid. Unable to see what he was doing you could only guess what he was doing.

Soon enough the answer came in the form of a drip of cool liquid. It dripped down, mixing with your own arousal. Ezra spread it around and slowly, determinedly pressed the tip of his finger into your ass. You whined, he soothed you with his soft voice, his free hand rubbing your back gently as he worked. You weren’t aware of the effect it was having on him to be the first one to explore you this way, to have you so wrapped around his finger that you didn’t protest at all as he readied you for the next step. Adding more of the liquid and twisting his finger before joining it with another, the stretch was foreign and new, not exactly uncomfortable, your body seemed to adjust to each new thing he introduced, something you pondered on as he pressed further, sliding the two fingers in and out gently, shallowly, as he thumbed your clit. Your pussy ached for attention.

When Ezra decided you were ready, he positioned the aurelac where his fingers had been inside you, gave a few testing presses, added more liquid, and set to work, pressing, twisting, easing the gem into your asshole as you whined and whimpered, until it was settled, just the wide base remaining. Ezra admired his handiwork. “You’re a marvel. How’s it feel? Big?” You nod, “Yeah, Ez. Big. Full.” Ezra pressed on the little toy, watching with glee as it sank in.

He rolled you carefully to your back, soaking in your naked body, spread out and open for him, and him alone. He bent to kiss and suck at your nipples, up your chest, and licked into your mouth, kissing you deeply, with more passion than you’d ever experienced. The kind you thought existed only in movies. But here he was, so giving and tender, so mad for you and your body, so eager to give and take. You were breathless, both of you when he pulled away, searching your face, staring at your lips. “Open up.” You obeyed. “Stick out your tongue.” You were unsure, but you obeyed. Grinning, he spit onto your tongue. Your eyes went wide as it dripped to the back of your tongue. “Don’t swallow it. Leave it right there while I take more of what’s mine.” You could only nod, breathing hard through your nose as he dragged his cock through your folds, smacking the head against your clit for good measure before easing into your pussy, aware of how much tighter you were, how sensitive you were with your aurelac in place. He moaned, feeling his cock rub against that defiled gem while he fucked your cunt. Slow and easy, gentle, he rocked back and forth, listening to your cries and moans, knowing you couldn’t make the noise you wanted to with his spit in your mouth. “Swallow it.”

Watching you follow his every instruction without question, a toy for him made him hard like never before. He fucked into you faster, spurred on by your uninhibited sounds. He slid his hand between your bodies to tend to your clit, giving you the last little push you needed to come. “Yes! Yes!” You squealed, bucking your hips, squeezing your tits, reaching the highest height you could imagine. You were hot and cold, boneless and rigid, you were nothing until he was inside you. Ezra hadn’t stopped his own pursuit, just slowed until you settled, but now he was on the hunt again, bouncing your ties with every thrust, making wet, sticky sounds fill the air with his sneer. Remembering last night, you reached up and took a handful of his hair, pulling him down to kiss you, never letting go until he was coming with a strangled shout, leaving you dripping his cum. It was exhausting to love Ezra. Terrifying to admit that you loved him. Such a short time in the grand scheme, a tiny tick on the timeline of what would be the rest of your lives together.

You tangled your limbs together, holding each other, whispering sweet things, kissing for a long while until he sat up. “I’ve got one more thing for you, pussycat. Do you trust me?” You promised that you did and he left, rummaged a minute before returning, holding a short length of rope. He climbed in above you and kissed you again, the sort of kiss you wanted to feel forever on your lips. “I want to tie you up. Are you going to let me?” Happy to please him, you held out your wrists. He kissed each one, and crossed one over the other, thing an intricate knot that looked like a bow. You liked being a little gift for him. “One more thing.” He whispered, and ducked out while you waited for his return, eager to see what he had in store, wiggling to feel his gift inside you. You heard movement, and opened your eyes, expecting Ezra, but seeing a figure in black, a Sater. You screamed for Ezra to come save you, but he stepped into view with his hand on the sater’s shoulder, starter in his hand. “You really shouldn’t trust anyone out here, Pussycat.

#ezra prospect 2018 #pedro pascal ezra #ezra smut #ezra fanfiction #ezra fanfic #ezra #ezra prospect #ezra prospect smut #prospect smut #prospect 2018 #pedro pascal character smut #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #smut #the Ezra pod #bat x ezra

[venus-lou]

Venom! Ghost headcanon

I’ve been wanting to do a venom x Ghost x reader thing. This is just a brain dump, I love Venom but I haven’t watch the movie in so long. Things might not be exactly canon in either universe but it’s my headcanon/imagination so who cares. Definitely want this to be a series but no promises.

Here’s a hc with Venom! Simon x TF141

During one of his solo missions where his trying to extradite a scientist that works with a high profile mafia group

It was a black op mission so there wasn’t gonna be any medic or exfil until he was able to finish his mission

Once Ghost infiltrated the lab, he was met with bullets flying and it dawned on him that this very well might be he last deployment

After he was able to clear the room, he had a few lacerations from bullet that missed him by a few centimeters. A bullet lodged into his thigh and another on his arm.

He was cold hands shaking indicating the amount of blood loss was alarming but he didn’t let that stop him. Wondering what the hell are they protecting here

On high alert he reaches the final room, pushing in he saw the ‘scientist’ seemed drained. Literally a human raisin trying to find the cause of this cause everything happens for a raisin…

Venom was slithering around the room before he noticed Ghost. Looking Ghost up and down, he thought he was the luckiest symbiote in the universe. This 6”2 unit of a human walking in just in time.

Attaching himself to Ghost before appearing right next to time.

Before Ghost could even acknowledge what was going on, his body seemed more relaxed. Less tension, the pain radiating from his wounds suddenly disappeared. He noticed a presence next to his head. Quickly turning around he was met with a strange gooey monstrosity with razor shard teeth and milky white eyes?

He somehow kept his composure probably due to shock “What the hell are you”

“I’m an venom and you are mine. Listen carefully Simon, you did not find us, we found us. Think of yourself as my ride. Corporate and you will survive.”

“How do you know my name?” At this point he thought he was losing it. Even if Price got him back how the fuck is he gonna explain what he just saw.

“I know everything about you Simon. I’m in your head, I know your past, what happened with your dad, your family.” Venom snarled at him. “I’ll keep you alive Simon, I could make you invincible. It’s all part of the deal. You do your part and I’m do mine Simon”

Making a deal with the devi-

“Not a devil Simon, a symbiote!” Venom whined

Sighing Ghost sat down in a random chair head in his hands as he contemplated what to do. Die here or carry around this ‘symbiote’

After he returned on base with Venom, he didn’t mention it in his reports cause why? No one would believe him. A fucking alien from outer space taking him as his host for god knows what.

“Simon! I’m a symbiote! Not an alien!” Venom popped his head around Ghost’s shoulder.

Rolling his eyes Ghost just shoved a piece of chocolate into Venom’s mouth. “Shut it muppet”

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[ackermanbloodline]

Letting Go (Part II) - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Sexual themes. 18+, MDNI.

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“As much as I’m enjoying this, we should get out of here before we draw too much attention to ourselves.” 

“Good idea.” 

He motions his head towards the exit and you follow him, his frame sturdy and unwavering as you have to brush by numerous bodies just to get to the doorway. He occasionally looks back at you to ensure that you’re still behind him. 

The night breeze feels like a welcoming party when you step outside. You breathe in an entirely fresh breath of air. It cleanses your entire being. It’s chilly but not cold. You look up and the stars are out tonight, shimmering brilliantly above. 

It isn’t until you hear Levi toying with his keys and unlocking his car that you snap out of your trance. A set of orange lights flashes onto the pavement ahead for a moment once the car is ready to get into. 

“Levi, wait,” you call urgently. He doesn’t stop or seem to acknowledge you at all. “Are you okay to drive?” 

“Yes.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“I wouldn’t be offering if I thought I wasn’t capable,” he says your name with bitterness playing upon his tongue. “Just let me drive you home.” 

“Okay.”

You manage to swiftly seat yourself in your car and he does the same. The inside, as you expected, is immaculately clean. There isn’t a single spec of dust on anything. Not even the floor mats have any dirt on them. It looks like it was just driven off the lot. The car smells like a mix of cologne and mint. The entire interior is leather with some silver accents and you immediately notice that it’s a stick shift. 

As you put on your seatbelt, Levi depresses the brake pedal and pushes the start button, causing it to roar to life. It’s loud but not overbearing. Blood-red lights light up the floors. The touchpad screen turns on and his slender fingers immediately press on it and settle on some music. It’s heavy enough that a conversation isn’t meant to be had. 

(Song: Drive Forever [Remix] by Sergio Valentino)

He puts it in first and slowly drives off the lot. As he does, a large surge of people exit the nightclub. You left at the perfect time. The bass from the song echoes in your chest. The sound system is immaculate. And his taste in music isn’t so bad, either. As he continues to drive, you look out the window and admire the numerous streets and houses that are still alive, even at this hour. 

You reflect on the night and remember his wandering hands on you. How his hips meshed with yours without effort. His eyes. 

“Then let's give them something to stare at.” 

You swallow a thick wad of saliva after the memories play in your mind like a film reel. You take a deep breath. 

He takes an unfamiliar turn towards another road and your eyebrows furrow together. 

“Where are we going?” 

He adjusts the music volume. 

“You’ll see.” 

* * * 

His car turns down a dirt road and you are sure that he’s taking you out here to murder you or something. The road is windy and keeps going uphill. You are somewhat concerned for his car since it’s so low but he seems careful with it. After a few minutes of going up, the vehicle sits on top of a giant overlook of the city. It looks so peaceful and quiet. 

“Holy shit,” you swear, sitting up in your seat to get a better look. Meanwhile, he leans his seat backward to stretch out his legs more. 

“One of the few perks of being a captain is getting access to restricted areas like this. Nobody else comes up here with the exception of me.” 

“We have to be somewhere in Wall Sina, right?” 

“Yes.” 

You don’t recall the ride being so long but maybe you were too submerged in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice. You’ve never been here before. And many people will die not having the same privilege. You count your blessings. 

You smile, “Cool.” 

He frowns, deeply, “Hey, what in the hell happened to your hand?” 

You look down on your lap and see hints of bruising starting to flower across your hand in lighter shades. He managed to notice it even though the red lighting distorted its appearance. Some of the skin is even off your knuckles, dried blood taking its place instead. 

“Oh, uh… it’s nothing. Really.” 

Levi calls your name the same way as he does while in the Survey Corps. It’s an order. 

“Some dude just got a little touchy and I took care of it. Not a big deal.” 

“And I’m assuming this happened on your trip to the bathroom?”

“On the way back, actually,” you say as-a-matter-of-factly and he glares at you. “But… yeah.” 

“Did you at least break his nose?” 

You chuckle, “Considering that it was bleeding pretty good, I think so.” 

“Good.”

You look down back on your lap, not knowing what to say back. You twiddle your thumbs. The vehicle is silent for a few moments before you speak again, slightly laughing.

“You know, those were quite some moves out there. I didn’t know you danced.” 

He says, almost defensively, “I don’t.” 

“Levi, lighten up. You were actually pretty good.” 

His eyes practically roll, “You were alright too, brat.” 

“Just alright? That hard-on you had tells me otherwise.” 

His head snaps over towards you and you hold up your hands in defeat. 

“Hey, just being honest.” 

“Tch.”

“For what it’s worth… I was pretty flustered too.”

“Is that so?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you still?” 

“Flustered?” 

“Yes.” 

“Sort of,” you admit sheepishly, your cheeks heating up. “Are you?” 

“You have no idea.” 

Your pelvis contracts with his words, which are low and quiet. And you two can’t seem to break eye contact with each other. Your attention bounces from his lips back up to his silver gaze. Your lungs tighten, seemingly now unable to breathe properly. When you see his eyes do the same, a spark of desire starts in the pit of your stomach and courses throughout your veins. 

As if both on cue, you both reach toward each other and your lips slam together. His grip secures itself around your waist and yours on the frame of his face. He feels warm, something classy playing upon his lips. Cinnamon… amaretto? You aren’t sure. Levi opens his mouth and your tongue slips in, getting more of a taste of him. Definitely amaretto. His mouth is so skilled on yours, especially when he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulls back. You moan. 

Levi’s dick hardens more and more with each passing moment. It almost becomes uncomfortable for him when things continue to stay the same for a few minutes. But he is a patient man. 

His hands lift you and set you gently on his lap. He leans his seat farther back so you’re more comfortable. You feel a little self-conscious that you’re straddling him. A familiar bulge presses itself against your very inner thigh underneath you, which dissipates your feelings of insecurity. You steady yourself by gripping the headrest of his car seat and begin to softly roll your hips down onto his. When his hardness brushes against your cunt repeatedly, your eyes roll back. 

You look down at Levi, your hair falling in curtains on the sides of your face, who is looking up at you with so much desire and lust that it makes you flood. Your stomach does somersaults. Desperate to feel him again, you lean down and kiss him. His touch is needier now. His grip on your sides pushes you down onto him and he kisses you harder than before. His mouth moves from your lips to your jaw and down to your neck.

“Levi,” you moan out when his warm tongue traces your carotid, running one of your hands through his hair and gripping it. 

He steadies your hips so they quit moving and he shifts his hips up, allowing him to take total control. It isn’t long before he is tugging at your shirt and looking up at you. 

“Can I take this off?” 

You don’t respond. Instead, you take it off yourself, pulling it over your head and throwing it onto the passenger seat beside you. Your black lace bra catches his eye and he leans in to bury his face in your chest. He kisses and nips at your breasts. You relish in the feeling of Levi wanting, needing you so bad. He pushes one cup upward and takes your breast in his hand before placing your nipple in his mouth. He moans with appreciation. 

He sucks, bites, licks, and kisses it. His mouth is slippery and warm. It feels so fucking good. Incisively, you shift your hips and grind against him, greed getting the best of you. You gently push him off you and pull the bra over your head before it also joins your shirt on the seat. Levi’s eyes go slightly wide, staring at your chest. You’ve never seen him present so much emotion. 

You feel your face start to get hot. 

“So perfect.” 

The warm glow of the red floor lights shines on you both which creates an entirely lustful atmosphere. It’s perfect. Levi continues his assault on your chest, making sure that each of your breasts receives as much attention as the other. It is basically torture after minutes go by. You are certain that you are even soaking through your pants at this point. 

You reach over his head and pinch the fabric on his back, urging him to take it off. He complies. And when he does, he wraps his arms around your torso. You relish in the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. An overwhelming feeling of safety takes over you. He kisses you once more before pulling away and pushing a strand of hair back behind your ear with his index finger. Shivers make waves down your spine. 

“Get in the back.” 

You do what you're told and navigate through the front seats to the back ones, laying down. Levi works to adjust the seats so that you both have more room to move around. You seize this moment to sneakily take off your pants, shimmying them down your legs. Once you’re done, you open them for him. Once he is done, his gaze falls on yours and scans up and down your body. 

Your breath hitches in your throat when he swears and says your name, taken by surprise. You blush and grab him by the belt to pull him in between your legs. Your fingers work steadily to remove his belt and throw it onto the car floor. He helps you undo the button of his pants, pulling down his fly, and removing his pants completely. You are both now only separated by two thin layers of cotton. 

Both of you are panting with desire. He lays down on top of you and places his lips on yours. His dick strains through his underwear and against yours. Your wetness soaks through his own underwear and leaves the dark fabric glistening in the red light. Levi looks down and despite his eyes going wide, his tone remains calm and calculated. 

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he says. “You must be enjoying yourself.” 

“Thoroughly.” 

You chuckle and sit up, hooking your fingers into the hems of his underwear and pulling down to his knees. His dick springs free and you place a kiss on his hip bone before securing your hand around it. Levi rotates around and lays down on the backseat, running a hand through his disheveled hair before his gaze drops down to you, beautifully perched in between his knees. You let go of him and pull up your hair, securing it with a hair tie so he can have the entire view. A small, crooked smile plasters across his face. You had never seen him smile. He had caught your eye from the day you saw him. And you swore that you saw his eyes lingering on you, too. But you never made anything of it. Years of tension, finally being broken down in one night. 

Once your hair is completely tied up, you lower your lips back down on his sex. His hips buck into your mouth softly when you take him in his entirety. Even though he was on the smaller side in general, that sentiment didn’t reflect on his penis. You are pleasantly surprised. His head rolls back and a low groan rips from the back of his throat. All the muscles in his body become tense. You wish you could somehow save this memory forever. How long had it been since he last experienced pleasure like this? You aren’t certain. 

Levi nearly loses his mind when you suck him off properly. Although you eagerly lick the precum dripping from his tip, you don’t really taste anything. It tastes slightly salty but it’s barely even noticeable. His body jolts and jerks occasionally as you speed up your pace and slow it back down. He can’t even bring himself to look down at you. He knows he’ll cum on the spot. The vibrations your moans make on him feel too good, though, and with each passing second, he feels the peak of his orgasm build more and more. And it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

You want him to lose control. He never does. The man doesn’t drink, doesn’t do anything that’s even remotely out of line. You want him to break all the rules tonight. 

He deserves that. 

Levi tries to force you off him but it doesn’t work, you’re too steadfast in your desires to falter. 

“Hey, brat… I’m gonna — oh — you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop now.” 

His voice is so breathy and low. Saturated with lust. He looks down at you and you bat at him through your eyelashes. You look him dead in the eye and use your hand and mouth to rhythmically milk him for all he’s worth. His grip finds its way to your hair, gently securing a grip around your scalp. His strong legs shake and his abs contract with pleasure. Your name falls off his lips once in between grunts and groans. Warm streaks of liquid shoot down your throat. You swallow it all and don’t dare waste a drop of it. 

His hand tightens on your hair when you continue sucking, causing him to jerk uncontrollably below you. His eyes snap shut and he whimpers loudly as he leans forward. You lift up off him and giggle as you speed your hand up. He pleads for you to stop and you do, respecting his wishes. He collapses backward on the seat and heaves for breath. His eyes are still closed as you sit back in amusement. 

He runs a hand through his hair again, setting it on his forehead after, “If you’re trying to kill me, you just got awfully close.” 

“Not today, Levi.” 

“Mmm, sure. Now come here and sit on my face.” 

Your eyes go wide and you aren’t sure you heard Levi correctly. Your suspicions are confirmed when he looks at you with annoyance when you don’t do as he says. 

“I beg your pardon?” 

“For fuck’s sake,” he practically rolls his eyes before he grabs your hips and brings you up to his face. You look down at him, head in between your thighs, still laying down on the backseat. “For someone who’s been in the Scouts for as long as she has, one would think you’d know how to listen.” 

You quickly but softly lower your pussy down onto his lips to make him shut up. He responds by wrapping his arms around your legs and using his fingers to grab and pinch your skin. His eyes close and his tongue starts to go to work. The flat of it presses up against your slit, causing a wave of warmth to echo throughout your pelvis. You place a head on the ceiling of the vehicle to stabilize as you slowly but surely begin to lose yourself to Levi’s mouth. His low groaning and moaning tells you that he enjoys eating you out as much as you love receiving it. 

The windows are now completely fogged up. Your hips grind down onto his lips and mouth and occasionally he reaches a hand up and grabs at your breasts. He uses his index and thumb fingers to tweak your nipples. You chant Levi’s name over and over. He can’t get enough of it. The sounds of him licking and sucking fill the void of the car and add to your arousal. Levi is already hard again. You occasionally reach down and run your fingers through his scalp when he hits a really good rhythm/spot. 

Your legs give out after a while and you fall backward and softly collapse on his body, your sex still in his face. That doesn’t give him reason to stop, though. He’s still going, relentless in his pursuit to make you feel as good as you made him. He sometimes shakes his head back and forth as he sucks your clit, causing his hair to fly all over the place and tickle your thighs. You periodically look at him and see his silver blades of eyes cut into yours in the darkness. It’s too much. 

The atmosphere starts to spin thanks to your heavy breathing and tingles of pleasure spread down your legs and to your toes when you get close. Your hips stutter against his tongue and your moans become more frequent and high-pitched. You can feel his lips curl up into a smile beneath you. He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t stop his rhythm. He keeps it right where you like it. That bastard. 

“That feels so good, don’t stop,” you manage to moan out, reaching towards the back of your neck and grabbing his cock, stroking him again. He’s hard as a rock. And already so soon.  His hips shift up into your hand. He groans into your cunt in response. 

You nearly scream out when he adds two fingers into the mix. Without giving you much time to adjust to it, he already curls his long fingers upward and they press against your g-spot. 

Levi places an open mouthed kiss against your inner thigh as he pushes up against it again and again. His eyes close when you mirror his stroking movements to yours. When you clench around his fingers again and again as your release nears, he has to show some restraint to not pin you down and pound you until you can’t walk. He bites the inside of his cheek harshly. 

“You’re close, huh?” 

You nod your head, broken pants being the only thing that can surpass your lips right now. He lowers back down and attaches his mouth to your clit, sucking it harshly as his fingers continuously hit your other sweet spot. He can tell you just need a little nudge and you’ll be pushed off the edge. 

He mutters onto you, “Be good and cum for me.” 

And it hits you like a freight train. Your legs shake. Your eyes roll back. You lose touch with reality. All you are able to comprehend is your orgasm ripping through you. You can’t even moan. You’re completely silent. You’ve never cum so hard in your entire life. Just like you did with him, though, Levi persists and keeps his movements steady even after you’re done. Your hands shoot down and push his away, but he’s too strong. It’s no use. 

Warm tears well up at the corners of your eyes at the overstimulation. You regain your voice and your squealing is like music to his ears. But he stops soon after and looks at you with complete awe. You’re glistening with sweat and the sweet red light absorbs into it like honey. You’ve never looked more attractive than you do right now. 

Levi pushes you down onto the seat and he climbs on top of you. You’re still recovering. You’re basically limp. 

“Done so soon?” 

You breathe, “Fuck… you…” 

“If you say so.” 

And his length slowly slips in, making your mouth drop open. You swear you can hear Levi very quietly gasp as it goes in. He looks down at where your bodies connect as he sinks deeper into you. Your pelvic floor is still pulsating. And he feels it. He emits a low groan. 

“Levi, p… Please just give me a second.” 

He nods and stops in his tracks, waiting for you to regain more of your senses. You take some deep breaths and try to focus your eyesight again. After what seems like forever for him, you finally wiggle your hips onto his, which is your cue for him to start again. His hips roll into yours and his dick slowly thrusts in and out. You wrap your hands around his tensed neck. 

HIs body collapses onto yours and the feeling of his body weight on yours, his lips back on your neck, and his cock stuffed inside you is enough to make you want to go all night with him. Your lips ghost over his ear and you whimper quietly with each and every thrust. The sounds urge him to keep the rhythm he’s currently at. He doesn’t dare stop or slow down. 

It’s almost like your pussy is made for him. You are taking him so well and you fit him like the perfect glove. He’s never experienced anything like it. 

Both of you are accumulating sweat on your bodies and it causes you to slip and grind against each other in the best possible ways. The obscene sound of his skin softly slapping on yours fills the car. His balls slap against your ass. You feel so full with him inside you that it’s making your head go in circles. 

He’s managing, somehow, to hit your sweet spot again. You contract around him with the sensation. He lifts himself up, holding his weight with one hand, and uses the other to make tight circles around your clit. He’s probably close, too. How couldn’t he be? The combination of his movements quickly back you to the brink again. And by the way he’s moaning, he’s right there too. He even uses his propping arm to slam up against the interior of the car once. 

Instinctively, you wrap your hands around his neck to bring him back down onto you. You need the contact again. You wrap your legs around his backside, trapping him inside. He tries to pull away but you tighten your grip on his neck. 

He whimpers, “Wh… what are you doing?” 

“Cum with me, please. Please, please, please.” 

With the sounds of your begging, it’s all Levi needs. And as a result of his sloppy hips and heartbreaking moans as he cums, you are granted your second orgasm. And it’s just as intense as the first. Your cunt almost suffocates him. It’s almost painful. But still, he is too focused on his pleasure to care. His thrusts slow down to an eventual stop. He lays on top of you. 

You feel his heartbeat rage against your chest as he takes a moment to recuperate. You run a hand through his hair and his body tenses. 

“Come on. We should get back.” 

“Right.” 

* * * 

It’s a quiet ride back to HQ. Still, Levi tries to make small talk. Frankly, you are both utterly exhausted from the day’s events. Even though he only sleeps for a few hours per night, he feels like he could sleep through until morning. He catches himself drifting off at the wheel a few times but catches himself before his eyes close. 

He walks you to the barracks. Once you reach your door, you turn around and look at Levi. 

“Thanks for tonight,” you say sleepily, rubbing your eyes. “I had a lot of fun.”

“One night of leisure. I still expect you to be at the training grounds bright and early tomorrow with everybody else.” 

“I’ll be there.” 

“Good.” 

“Okay.” 

You go to twist the doorknob to enter, but Levi calls your name. You turn around and he looks conflicted.

“For what it’s worth… I enjoyed myself tonight as well.” 

A smile creeps on your face, “Good, I’m glad. Goodnight, Captain.” 

“Goodnight.” 

You quietly sneak into your bunk after closing the door. You pull the blanket over you and get into a comfortable position. You close your eyes and recollect the night as you drift off. You’re sleeping in less than a minute. 

Needless to say, you dream many things about the Captain that night.

* * *

End

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[jinkookspencil]

Helloooo how are you????? Could I plz request for a jungkook drabble where he and his gf spend an evening at a funfair...so stuff like them going on scary rollercoasters together...feeding each other typical funfair snacks...and ending their day on the ferris wheel with kisses (cliche i know hahaha)... also I saw how you wrote that you have been feeling down recently...Wish you better days :))))

hi!! tysm for requesting! this is adorable and unintentionally reminded me of the speak now taylor swift album, i listened to it as i was editing <3 and thank you for your words/wishes/concern - my mental health has been…. rocky but at the very least, I’m in a better place mentally than i was when you submitted this. and it took a whiiiiiiiiiile to feel better so it took a while to do anything and write this (sorry) - but better late than never! i hope you like it!! <3 

wonderstruck | jjk

jungkook convinced his fearful girlfriend to try out a rollercoaster at the funfair...

tags + wc: jungkook x reader (f) / fluff / one-shot / established relationship / clean / ~1.5k

“If I do this, you owe me a churro,” you say, looking up at the rickety death trap looming over you.

“Done,” Jungkook smiles, kissing you on the cheek. He forcefully pulls your hand from your own grasp until he’s able to hold it, giving you reassuring squeezes and pep talks throughout your short wait in the line to the rollercoaster cart. With your hand still in his, he pulls you to the very first cart.

“Oh fuck no,” you protest, trying to pull him away to another cart, but failing. He barely moves an inch.

“Baby, baby,” he giggles, succeeding when he pulls you closer to him. “The front is less scary!”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“Ask him!” Jungkook points to the attendant, who merely nods in response, hiding his annoyance that your resistance held up the visitors loading onto the ride. 

Reluctantly sitting on the cold piece of metal, Jungkook could see the terror in your eyes as reality sets in when the safety bar is pulled down against your bodies. 

“You good?” he peeks, trying to read your face and think of any possible way he could calm you down. Jokes, a kiss, ill-timed dirty whispers, and flashing his abs always did the trick - but none seemed appropriate or doable then and there. If all else fails, he hoped his smile could do something.

“If we die…. we die together. There’s something beautiful in that…. right?”

Jungkook smiles when your eyes finally land on him, and he sees most of your fear fade away, replaced by what he could only assume was love, if not comfort. Either way, it meant the same. Whether his smile was what did it or not, his happiness only grew.

 “There is. Pretty dark, baby, but… there is. I mean, I do want to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

The smile on your face was too brief. The cart is jolted onto its tracks, and Jungkook is deafened and delighted by the sound of your screams and calls of his name, which last all the way through the track until the cart comes to a complete stop once again. 

Peeking at you at once, he tries to conceal his amusement, yet it shines through along with his concern. “Are you okay, baby?” he asks with raised brows, a hint of a smile, and wide eyes as you catch your breath.

“….I think I can do that again,” you murmur. 

Laughing, he throws his head back against the headrest. “I knew you’d love it. Let’s go to another one, the scarier ones. I’m not letting you settle on this one.”

“Deal, Jeon Jungkook,” you say. The metal bar whizzes away from you and Jungkook hops out of the cart just as fast, holding his hand out for you to hold as you jump out after him. “But only if you hold my hand like this whenever you can, alright?”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

Jungkook kisses your hand before you can take another step, holding you tight as you whizz and weave through the crowds. 

“Wait, Jungkook! About that churro….”

+

“It all seems like toys from up here. Not scary at all, actually.” 

Looking over the funfair far below you, each ride, stall, and booth was now lit up in an array of neon colors and flashes. Distant screams and carousel melodies are faint from so high above, people seeming small as ants, pixels on a computer, or, he guessed, miniature toys as you described it. 

“I knew you had it in you,” Jungkook giggles, kissing your cheek and pulling you tight against his chest, not caring that it was practically impossible for you to be any closer. Already caged into his body, you rub your head in the crook of his neck, taking off your matching animal headbands to better fit against him. His other hand only leaves your thigh a couple of times to grab the occasional handfuls from the popcorn bucket resting on your lap. “There’s nothing you can’t do, honey.”

“I think that statement applies to you, Koo,” you giggle, gesturing towards the third-wheel accompanying you on your compact Ferris wheel seat: the giant plushie he’d won you at a game booth. “I nearly took the guy’s eye out trying to win it. And you beat me at the duck shooting game and that stupid guessing game.”

“Well, first of all, you won this,” he begins, showing you the cheap plastic watch on his hand, “- at the ring toss, which is notoriously difficult. Don’t sell yourself short. And you could easily win the guessing game, too, you know? It’s just physics! It’s not so hard to guess how much candy was in the jar!” Jungkook ignores you rolling your eyes.  I’ll give you the others, though. Darts is a skill I mastered in the dorms…. and I was going to let you win the shooting game but I won before I even realized I was in the lead. I guess I just have a good eye.”

“Well, obviously. If you didn’t have a good eye, you wouldn’t be with me, now would you?”

Jungkook chuckled heartily at your comment, and considering the way you moved your back and snuggled in position, he was sure you’d felt the laugh escape him through his chest against your back. He couldn’t help it - he loved seeing you all confident. “Well, obviously. It’s the perfect set of eyes, actually - it has a secret power, too. Want to know what it is?”

“If you see the future, then you probably missed a very cool job opportunity of opening up a booth here.”

“Make that two secret powers, actually. One for each eye!” Jungkook is too excited at his sudden idea, sitting up to face you directly and make sure you were following along and listening to every word. “This eye,” he begins, pointing to his right one. “This eye acts as a compass. It led me to my soulmate. That day we met, I noticed you the moment you walked into the room. I know it’s a compass pointing to my soulmate since I’ve been unable, and unwanting, to take my eyes off you ever since.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to tease Jungkook’s cheesy words, but you know his words to be true - it was always hard to ignore both his gaze and the rush you’d feel whenever you feel his eyes on you, always lingering for far too long. 

“You were right about the other eye. The left eye sees the future. My future.”

“And what do you see in your future, O’ Mystical Jungkook?” you tease, widening your eyes and waving your fingers.

“I see you.”

Jungkook’s tone is serious, yet it doesn’t stop a shy smile from appearing on his face when he sees the same on yours. 

“Exactly where I should be,” you reply. “A mysterious, traveling fortune teller I’d met as a child told me that I’d fall in love and spend the rest of my life with another clairvoyant.”

“Then I guess I’m in the right place, too,” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Before you could nod in response, his lips are on yours, and his arms pull you close to him once again. You don’t pull away from one another until a loud boom sounds out from behind you, alerting the two of you to the sudden visual of colored sparks lighting up the brighter night sky. Jungkook always loved fireworks. Every time, the sight of a colorful sky was always so enchanting… but was even more so was the love of his love right beside him. Captivated, he takes in every wonderstruck expression on your face, every burst reflected in your eyes, and every second. Yet he held himself there, resisting the urge to spill out his heart and kiss what enchanted him most, to take in the scene a moment longer. It was practically a scene from a movie or a fairy tale ending, too picture-perfect to forget. Jungkook could wait patiently to do what he wanted to - certain he’d have the rest of his life to do so…. yet no ride that day gave him the same burst of adrenaline as the second you pulled him by his collar and kissed him soft and slow with the same certainty of an eternity together. 

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[marve2014]

No Time Like the Present

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader 

Part One

Summary: Reader and Wednesday meet for the first time.

Warnings: None for this chapter   Word Count:1.5k

Authors note: All characters are aged up to 18. Minors DNI. 

Wednesday Addams couldn’t stand the thought of falling in love, she believed that she and her cold dead heart were destined to be alone. That is until she stumbled into the Weathervane and her eyes landed on you. She was searching for Tyler needing a ride to the train station, she looked through the crowd of customers unable to locate him so her eyes shifted back to you; you were struggling to make a large order of drinks while the line just wouldn’t seem to die down. She felt a surge of annoyance run through her as she heard a customer yell at you to hurry up. Taking a seat in the corner, Wednesday decided to stick around and see if Tyler was to show up. As she sat there, she could faintly hear you speaking to the next customer in line.

“I’m so sorry this is taking so long, I’m usually not the only one working, your order will be ready in just a second.’’ You smiled as you went to make the coffee the older woman ordered. Wednesday couldn’t explain the flutter in her stomach as she continued to watch you smile.

“Oh, no worries my dear, everyone just seems to be in A rush these days, you take your time.’’

‘’Okay, here you go! One caramel iced latte Togo. I hope you have a wonderful day.”

Y/N P.O.V.

You manage to make your way through the rest of the line not feeling the dark-haired girls stare never leaving you; you finally notice her once the customers clear out and you make your way over to her table. 

You give her a wide smile as you approach her, grabbing your pen and order pad. 

“Hello and welcome to the Weathervane, my name is y/n, what can I get for you today?’’

“A quad over ice and Tyler Galpin’s whereabouts.’’ The strange girl doesn’t smile at you or blink just staring as you write her order down on the ticket.

‘’The quad over ice I can do, but as for Tyler, your guess is as good as mine. He left me stranded during what was supposed to be his shift. I’ll be right back with your drink ….?” You draw out the sentence to a question waiting for her name. 

"Wednesday, Wednesday Addams.’’ She deadpans and drops her gaze to the table  

‘’Okay then Wednesday, be right back.’’

You head back to the espresso machine and prepare her order, feeling eyes on you, you look up and notice her staring. You give her a smile and see her drop her eyes to the espresso machine. As you finish you grab a croissant for the both of you and your own iced coffee and head back to her table, you hand her the drink and snack and pull out the chair across from her. You notice she looks surprised and once she realizes she immediately goes back to showing no emotions. 

“Do you normally sit with people who are trying to be alone?” She asks rudely. 

“Nah, only with the pretty ones looking for my coworker, which leads me to my next question; why would someone like you be looking for someone like Tyler? Outcasts and normies like him never really get along.” You smile at her and take a bite of your croissant awaiting her answer.

“Why I need him is of no concern to you. And are you not a normie like Tyler?” she snarks back.

“Well technically I am, but I’ve only lived here for a month. My mom got offered a job at the hospital and it was either move here and finish my classes online or stay with my dad and his new wife; I chose the former and here I am. I was thoroughly warned by Tyler’s dad though that ‘the outcasts from Nevermore are nothing but trouble’, I however happen to think that most of the kids I’ve served from Nevermore are much more polite than the stuck-up kids from Jericho.” Taking the last bite of my croissant I try to read the expression or should I say expressionless nature of Wednesdays face.

“Well, I should be going, goodbye." Wednesday rushes out the door with no further thought.

 “Yeah, great job y/n-real smooth.” You say to yourself as you wipe down the table throwing away her uneaten croissant. 

Wednesday P.O.V.

Wednesday made her way back to Nevermore after no sighting of Tyler and a feeling coursing through her that’s she was not familiar with. Unsure of who to talk to Wednesday made her way through the halls until she reached her room. Opening the door, she saw Thing staring out the window and Enid sitting on her bed flipping through a magazine.

“Hey roomie! Where were you? Thing and I gave each other manicures and we wanted you to join!" Enid chirps while looking over Wednesday with a confused expression.

“Enid, it would have to be my last day on earth for me to let the both of you give me a manicure. Now quiet, I need to start my writing time. No distractions today.”

30 Minutes Later:

“Enid… when you look at Ajax... how do you feel?” Unable to make eye contact with her roommate, Wednesday stares at her typewriter.

“OMG! Do you like someone? Who is it? Do I know them?” Enid excitedly answers.

“You did not answer the question.” Wednesday states emotionlessly.

“Okay... ummm I guess I feel safe, warm almost. Like I know that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me or judge me.” Enid says as she clasps her hands together and smiles softly down at her hands.

“Okay, good. Now quiet, I need to finish this chapter.”

Y/N P.O.V.

“Motherrrrrr, I’m homeeeeeeee.” You call out as you take your shoes and apron off at the front door.

“Hi sweetie! I’m In the kitchen, dinner is almost ready.” Your mother responds and you head in her direction.

“How was work? Save any lives today?” you say as you start getting plates out from the cabinet and silverware from the drawer.

“Grab two more of each, we have guests coming. And there were no life-threatening cases today sweet girl. Thank God.” Reaching over and hugging you, you look up at her suspiciously.

“Who’s coming over for dinner?” you ask, hearing the doorbell ring just as your mother is about to answer you, instead she goes and opens the door.

“Sheriff Galpin! So nice of you to join us. Hello Tyler, you both follow me to the kitchen and make yourselves at home. The food is almost done.” Your mother smiles and gently ushers them inside.

“Thank you for having us ma’am” Sheriff Galpin states.

“Of course! After all the help you’ve been getting me situated at the hospital and around the neighborhood, I couldn’t not have you guys over for dinner. Especially with Tyler and y/n knowing each other from work.”

“Mom, I’m going to show Tyler the house while you two talk, okay?” you ask, grabbing Tyler’s arm and pulling him from the kitchen.

“Where the hell were you today!? I had to deal with the lunch and after school rush all by myself!” You yell at Tyler as you slap him on the arm.

“Ouch! Stop hitting me, Jesus. I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you I wouldn’t be in, I had some personal stuff going on and needed the day off.” Tyler explains, rubbing the spot where you hit him.

“Well, you better let me know next time, I almost murdered an old man today.” You joke.

“How terrible. Just don’t leave any traces behind, don’t need my dad arresting the only other coworker I get along with.” Tyler smiles and walks up the stairs with you.

“So, there was a girl that came in from Nevermore today, I’m pretty sure she is the love of my life. Although, she was looking for you and wouldn’t tell me why. Would you care to explain?” Pointing your glare at him.

“That would be Wednesday Addams, I told her I would take her to the train station after my shift, I forgot she was coming in today. Wait, did you say love of your life?!” Tyler almost yells.

“Yes, yes, I did. She was so perfect. All dark and murdery, the kind of girl you don’t know if she’s going to stab or kiss you.” You smile and stare out the hall window thinking about the way Wednesday looked drinking her espresso.

“Well then, I’ll keep that in mind for when I see her next.” Tyler teases as you both enter your room.

“If you value your life, you won’t say a word to her. I don’t even know if I’m her type. Ya know?” you threaten as you move to sit on the bed and Tyler sits on the bean bag across from you.

“Well, I have her roommates phone number, why don’t we give her a call. No time like the present, right?”

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