#also yes the skin is grey don’t ask me why I did that

[denim-devil]

Mike Schmidt x male reader pleaseee. Begging him to go to work with him, only to end up blowing him under the desk and maybe getting bent over by him🤭

•.* Sugar | M.S •.*

Summary - Just one night you promised, knowing the dangers, Mike put rules in place to make sure you were constantly monitored, he should of know why you had asked to join him…

A/N - I’m fucking obsessed with this man, like he could defile me in ANY WAY POSSIBLE and i’d thank him, please enjoy me spiralling for this man- (ALSO NOT PROOF READ)

“Please?”

You almost began to beg, gripping onto his baggy grey hoodie which captured the slight annoyance written against his features, the constant tugging on his sleeve resembled a hyperactive child but it had Mike question just how far you would go with the begging.

“Why? Why do you wanna go so bad- it’s a rundown shit hole”

He mumbles gruffly, hazel eyes darting down to meet with your own, trapped within a everlasting battle of a shared gaze, his eyebrows furrowing when finger tips graze just above his groin.

“I just wanna keep you company…is that such a bad thing?” Your words were a mere whisper, goosebumps now present over his cloth-covered skin, could he be so harsh to deny you? You were the only source of his happiness, just one night wouldn’t be so bad right?

He sighs, eyes shutting as he groans once you go lower, massaging the spot next to his growing ache. You had a way with not only words but it always seemed to work, each touch, each blink you gave had your lashes flick ethereally.

“Fine- but you better stay in the office, by my side at all times, you don’t know what’s lurking in the dark there”

An eager “yes” escapes your parted lips and it warmed his heart, that certain fuzzy feeling that left him daft and in love lingered and he couldn’t help but pull you into him, it had taken time to get to this point, especially for Mike, you had opened so many doors for him, his arms squeezed you close against him, lips placing a soft, chaste kiss to your temple in silence.

“Thank you Mikey, I appreciate it…”

He smiles with certainty downwards, his hold had loosened now but just enough so he could see how your cheeks grew with scarlet blossom, how timid you had gotten underneath his stare.

“Anytime…”

Knowing how easy it was to get underneath his skin like a blue beetle had a certain grip on you, thoughts about making it worth his time had riddled your brain, confusing both kindness and lust all in one.

Mike had his own ideas to pass the time, yet they were still for you to uncover.

• • • •

The night was quiet.

Mike questioned the silence at points, it was unusual for the place to stand still, slightly ominous in it’s restlessness, in it’s abandonment.

“So…is this what the job is?? To sit and watch camera’s?”

You sassily remark, eager to get a reaction from him, his office chair swirled as he span slowly, eventually facing your slumped frame, his eyes scanned your body from head to toe, slightly annoyed that you weren’t taking this seriously.

“No, I do actually have to check around, see if anything or anyone gets in, hence this-“

He poked the heavy golden badge latched onto his attire, just above the bold letters “security”. You couldn’t stop the laugh that rattled from the base of your chest, glancing over the cutesy child’s toy.

Mike’s brows furrowed, slightly confused but he understood, it was slightly silly, what else was he going to do with his time here? Sit in the same chair for six hours straight whilst going slightly insane?

“Really Mike? Where did you even get that?”

He glared with a certain tone, almost studying you.

“I found it out back…with everything else”

Interest spiked within you like the love you had for Mike. You reach over, hands gripping onto the warmed arm rests of his chair, pulling him closer until your lips were mere inches apart.

“I admire your bravery…”

His breath was sharp, taking in what he could before he dipped slightly, latching his own onto yours, the kiss was slow, played with the imaginary heart strings you conjured up in your head, a professional guitarist lingering the tips of his fingers amongst them, twanging each one as he pushed for it, pushed for more.

He pulls away, just enough to break it, break you out of it. The office was cold, the concrete checkered floor doing nothing to secure the heat in, Mike was your only source, not that you were complaining.

“Why did you ask to come tonight?”

In all honesty, you had nothing in your roster to fight back with, instead, a wandering hand of your own timidly trails down his denim clad thigh, rubbing the area earning a soft grunt, one he tried holding back.

“I’m not sure…but I can show you-“

That drew Mike’s attention back to your face, his lips slightly agape, jaw slack when you gravely reach for the spot you grew quickly acquainted with.

It was a surprise…he was already half hard, almost bursting at the seems once the continuous rubbing began, your palm was a source of comfort and desire for him.

“Yeah?…”

Mike still questioned himself, he shouldn’t really be distracted on the job, he had so much to uncover but the stress, god, it riddled every muscle and organ he had, he ached for it, yearned for something warm and wet.

“Is this okay, Mikey?”

He nods, almost to eager for it, you understood though, kicking your own chair behind you whilst lowering yourself, knees folding once you hit the hard floor with ease, it wasn’t the first time.

His eyes bore holes into you, like a scorching fire, they glowed with uncertainty and lust which served as a hard time, you weren’t entirely sure if Mike really wanted this.

Laying your head against his thigh, your hands slowly figure out the zipper, tugging the small piece of metal down before fingertips dig into the small opening created, pushing the thin material of his white briefs, unveiling the very source of your own impulse.

Glaring with both anticipation and admiration your eyes flicker, darting from certain points of his thick cock, his head a deep crimson, tints of purple like it had lacked something, a singular vein ran thickly on the underside from base to tip, it stood tall and proud, it always had and will for you.

The view you would never ever get use to, he always surprised you, how could it be both so beautiful and…big.

“Think you could help me out baby-“

The question lingered in the air for sometime whilst you hands began to work over him, both fists enclosed over it, jerking back and forth, watching excess skin slip back and forth, uncovering the tip once again.

“Yes Mikey- fuck, look at you…”

A few more wrist flicks you give, just to get him there, just to allow him to taste it in the air, to taste just what your about to do.

Your Eager lips wrap sultry around his pre-slicked head, engulfing the first two inches whilst using a hand to massage the rest, the other fondling the heavy sack just below, thumbing the spot between both testicles.

“Fuck- I gotta, we can’t be-“

He groaned before restless hands ran through your hair before resting at the base of your neck, pushing you down, this was now beyond your control, you were his to use, freely.

The last few inches slip inside, past the corners of your stretched lips and into the back of your throat, there the tip lingered and the heaviness on your tongue grew, chin resting lightly against his balls.

That’s when you choked and gagged, a thick layer of saliva trickling from the corners of your occupied mouth, gathering at the base, joining the thin layer of brunette hair.

The man above you groaned so loudly that it rattled the thin walls of the room. You could feel a gush of fluid dripping out of your throbbing cock which began to seep into the denim of your trousers, Mike was to busy rolling his hips into your throat to focus on anything else but his release, you wanted him to know just how much this got you to.

With a loud slurp and pop, you sucked and lapped the head of Mike’s aching cock, you wrap an eager hand around his length, squeezing and pumping as you mouth at his balls, slurping them both into your mouth and licking the underside.

“Baby- fuck, I’m so fuckin’ close”

Mike gripped at your now matted hair, forcing you back into his length, pushing you down as far as possible until he settle himself fully down your throat, watching as you begin to struggle, choking and sputtering for air.

His eyes focus on the tears slipping from your damp lids. Watched the copious amounts of saliva drip and leak from his balls and chair to the floor, you proved to be a mess and it had his insides churning and his cock jump and twitch.

“Baby-“

He came with a shout, hands still buried in the thickness of your hair, holding you there, making sure to take every single drop, in which you do, before proceeding to suck him dry, pull off with a hungered gasp.

The point yet again was proven, Mike needed you by his side constantly, the time flew and if anything, the stress seemed to subside, replaced with a certain lightness he compared to bliss.

You tuck him away, secreting the mess within his briefs before scrambling up into his lap, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He held you for a while, kissing softly at your ear.

The ache, the one from before hadn’t really fully disappeared and he felt guilty, yet he wanted more, craved more, this was nice and all, he loved this usually but…he wanted more of you.

Wiggling slightly earns a rumble of a grunt, he still wasn’t ready to leave this office, not until he had his fair share.

“Mikey…”

You trail off, feeling him grow harder by the second, it hadn’t even been ten minutes, what have you gotten yourself into?

“Why don’t you get undressed and bend over my desk, all pretty for me baby, I gotta have you…”

#male reader #x male reader #fnaf #mike schmidt #smut #fluff #MIKE IS A BIG BOY #like- #HELP #he can rearrange my guts DAILY

[dinofromspac3]

Hi! Could I have 10,11 and 12’s reaction to alien reader? Perhaps realising their supposedly’human’ companion is very obviously in a human form. And that they aren’t themself, human?

I’m thinking maybe they convince reader to show their alien form more, or etc in general!

Maybe have readers alien form have yk, multiple arms? Or multiple eyes!

Sorry if this is to specific!

I absolutely love this idea! I sort of made into head canon form, I hope you don’t mind<3

Also, thank you for being my first request!

Enjoy <3

(also I think I may have only done what you actually asked for 12… oops)

Doctor Who Masterlist

10th Doctor

You’ve been traveling with the Doctor for a while, and you feel like he’s opened up to about some pretty serious stuff.

You’re happy that he’s come around to trusting you, but you can’t help but feel terribly guilty for hiding your true identity.

You were a Stask. A shape-changing lifeform that allowed you to pass as human for many years.

Your true form, however, was a grey-skinned, six-eyed, humanoid, with long white hair.

The longer you traveled with him, the more it ate away at you. Until one day, you couldn’t hide it any longer.

You left your room on the TARDIS and went to find the Doctor. He was easy enough to find, he was almost always in the console room. And if he wasn’t he was usually in the library.

“Um, Doctor?” You spoke up, calling his attention to you. You were nervous. What if he hated you for this? No, you mustn’t dwell on such things.

“Y/n!” He replied enthusiastically. He took a few steps towards you, but stopped in his tracks when he saw your face and your stature. “Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“I… I have something to tell you,” you expressed, as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

“What is it? What happened?” He pressed, growing more concerned.

No matter how many times you stammered, and started over. You just couldn’t seem to get the words out.

He stared at you, his face full of worry. He could tell something wasn’t right, but he wasn’t sure why. And didn’t like not knowing.

You took a deep breath and did the only other thing you could think to do. You changed back to your true form, right in front of his eyes.

Your hair went white, and your skin back to its dull grey that you never liked. It was one of the reasons you never stayed in your true form.

His eyes went wide for a moment before his face scrunched up in total confusion. “What?!”(WOT!?) He exclaimed.

“Please don’t be mad!” You winced at his reaction, holding your hands out in front of you.

“You’re a Stask,” he pointed out the obvious, clearly dumbfounded by it all.

“Yes…”

“But-but-but what!?” He said again.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” you began dejectedly. “I understand if you want me to go.”

“Go? Go where?” The Doctor asked. Seriously, after one big shock, it takes a minute for his brain to reboot.

You just shrugged.

He shook his head, sympathetically. “No, I don’t want you to go.”

“Really!?” You felt your heart swell at that. He didn’t want you to leave, he was just a bit surprised.

11th Doctor

You’d been traveling with the Doctor for over 2 years now. Ever since he saved your life when you were trapped on that 54th century space shuttle.

The crew was human, so you’d disguised yourself as a human to avoid awkward stares. As your true form had deep violet skin, 5 inky black eyes, and pointed ears.

Your species was called Anziks. Of the many shape changer races in the universe you were not one of them, however, your people had the most advanced Shimmer technology in 3,000 neighboring galaxies. It was almost undetectable and much more comfortable than most others.

Of course, you had been wearing one when the Doctor found you. And you had been wearing it since, only taking it off when you were alone in your room on the TARDIS.

Often on your adventures you’d make passing remarks or jokes about how “humans are silly” and remembering things from your home planet. The Doctor never seemed to notice, at least he didn’t let on that he did.

Even with Anziks’s advanced Shimmer technology, it still got stuffy and little difficult to breathe after wearing it for a long period of time.

Today it was particularly bad.

The Doctor was rambling on about something, you really couldn’t say what. You had dismissed yourself quickly, heading straight to your room.

Immediately when you entered your room, you dropped the shimmer, and your deep indigo skin faded back to view, along with your ears and eyes.

You could’ve sworn you shut the door, but the next thing you knew you turned around after taking a breath, only to freeze completely, like a deer in headlights.

The Doctor stood there, a strange metal box he was holding, clattered to the floor.

“Doctor!” You practically screamed, as you quickly put the Shimmer back on, hoping somehow he’d forget.

But it was no use, he’d seen it. You’d been caught.

“Y/n?” He sputtered out, pointing at you. “No! No, no, no, no!”

“I can explain!” You blurted. “I swear I can explain! P-please don’t be angry!”

The Doctor opened his mouth to speak several times, each time with a new hand gesture, but he wasn’t really making any progress on saying anything.

You sighed, still feeling a little like you were choking in your Shimmer. And so you dropped it again, allowing the Doctor to see you how you truly looked.

His mouth snapped shut as he gaped at you.

“I don’t know why I hid it,” you admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“S-so y-you’re a-a-a—“ he stammered.

“An Anziks,” you finished for him. “I’ve been wearing a Shimmer. At first it was just for the job, to keep people from staring at me.”

“Then… we got stranded, and hunted by those Kruuls…” You explained. “and then you came and rescued me and I… there just wasn’t a good time.”

“I see,” he said, his face still slightly pale from the unexpected news.

“Are you angry with me?” You asked, hopeful he would say no.

And to your delight, he shook his head, and relief washed over you like a warm blanket of water.

He smiled and said, “It’s just nice to finally see you.”

12th Doctor

You’d only been traveling with the Doctor for a couple of months.

He was strange, and wonderful and kind, but still you were nervous to tell him your secret.

Today, you decided to confess to him, before the lie went on for too long.

You walked into the TARDIS console room, where he was reading a book on the second level. He noticed you come in but he didn’t look up.

“Doctor,” you said, taking a few more steps toward him. “I have something to tell you.”

He still didn’t look up. He licked his finger, and turned the page of his book. “Okay,” he said.

You let out a sort of shaky sigh at his aloof attitude. “Doctor, I think you should put the book down for a moment. It’s a bit… serious.”

He looked looked up at you, realizing how serious you were being, and decided to close the book as set it on the table next to him. He waited for you to continue.

You took a deep breath, before looking back at him. “I am… not human.”

He stared at you blankly, and you cringed at what that could mean.

“That’s it?” The Doctor asked, taking you completely off guard.

“W-what?”

“I mean, no offense, Y/n,” he continued. “But you’re not exactly good at hiding it.”

Now it was your turn to stare blankly at him. He’d known? How long had he known?

“So tell me,” the Doctor smiled at you. “Where are you from?”

“I…” you started, wanting to question him, but instead answered his question. “Scravikos 5.”

“Ah, Scravikos 5,” he repeated warmly. “So, you must be hiding that lovely second set of arms then?”

“Um… yes,” you said, still completely dumbfounded that he knew all along. “H-how long have you known?”

“Oh, I knew right away,” he scoffed. “It was very obvious.”

“But… you never said?”

“Why would I?” The Doctor questioned.

You shook your head, and shrugged. “Because I lied to you, I suppose?”

“Oh really it was nothing,” he waved off your reasoning. “How long have you had your arms tucked away?”

“About 8 months,” you responded. You had crashed landed on Earth a few months before you met the doctor, and you’d hidden the only thing that was your dead giveaway that you weren’t human.

Well, that must be terribly uncomfortable,” he sympathized. It was a little, and you silently tilted your head in agreement. “Well, you don’t need to hide them here,” he said, urging you to be comfortable in your own skin again.

“Oh, you mean…” you started, eyes wide in surprise at his acceptance, although truly you weren’t sure why you were surprised. He just nodded.

At that you allowed your second set of arms to sprout out of your back. With them out again, it felt instantly easier to breathe.

The Doctor smiled, and you smiled.

And you never hid them again, save for a few choice time period adventures.

#doctor who #doctor who x reader #doctor who x y/n #11th doctor x reader #11th doctor #fanfic #10th doctor #10th doctor x reader #12th doctor #12th doctor x reader

[alder-saan]

Infirmary

Larissa x blind! reader

Warnings : mention of violence.

Flirting and teasing.

You are the new school doctor at Nevermore...

Word count: ~2.9k

Thanks to @tanith-rhea and @bobia13 for beta-reading it! (And @on-an-egotrip who was a bit late but still thank you)

You were writing on your Braille keyboard. This was the end of your first week at Nevermore as the new school doctor. An earphone on, you were listening at the computer-generated voice saying the sentences you were typing.

You heard someone walking next to the infirmary. Long strides, steady click of heels on the parquet. Probably Principal Weems. The steps stopped in front of the opened door. Yes, that definitely was Principal Weems. You recognized her deep breath rhythm. You waited for her to talk to you, but she didn’t say anything.

Larissa was watching you. You seemed so absorbed by your work, she found this somehow cute. She may have had a little bit of a crush on you. She was staring at you, at your hair falling in front of your white eyes, at your hands running on the keyboard, at your so attractive lips, unaware that you could hear her.

And you knew she was staring. That made you smile. Principal Larissa Weems, staring at you… That was quite pleasant.

Why are they smiling? she thought

And you continued typing, as if you didn’t know she was there. And she continued looking at you, your white coat, your skin... When she had read your resume, she was reluctant to hire you because of your blindness. Nevermore was not really suitable for blind people. But in your interview with her, you told her about the abilities of your other senses which allowed you to move around without too much trouble. And then you had an assistant, Simon. Now she was very happy to have hired you. She was very happy because she could look at you. But during the interview, she also noticed this ring you had. A little gold ring, a little gold ring engraved with fine writing that she could not read. And as you had a ring, she knew she would never be able to make a move, and flirt with you. You already belonged to someone else. She knew she could never have you. So she just looked at you.

“Do you want to talk to me, or are you just here to stare, Principal Weems?” You asked.

Her eyes widened. How did you know?

“If you just want to stare, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

“Can you… see me?”

“I can’t, I’m blind, Principal. But I can hear you.”

She cleared her throat.

“I wanted to talk to you but… as you were working I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Don’t worry, come, I always have time for my boss.”

You heard her heels approaching you, and her floral perfume wrapped you. She sat on the chair in front of your desk.

“I wanted to ask if your week went well.”

“Oh, pretty well, thank you. Do you want tea or something? I have tea, coffee, herbal tea, some sodas or fruit juice.”

“Er…”

“Tyl’, can you make me a cup of tea, please? Do you want one, Principal Weems?”

“What kind of tea?”

“Earl Grey. I’m pretty basic.”

Now she thought about this, the entire infirmary smelled Earl Grey. Actually, your mug was never empty. Everyone has their own addictions.

“A safe bet. I’d like one, thank you.”

“Two cups of tea, Tyl’.”

The kettle began to boil.

“Who’s Tyl’?”

“Uh? Oh, Tylgoedin, it’s an enchantment a friend of mine made for me. It’s basically like Alexa but more efficient.”

“And… Can you do all that you want with it?”

“No, I _or anyone else_ have to do the action at least one time for it to memorise. And then it just does the same thing again and again. I can teach him new things, but usually, it's a non blind person who does it for me.”

“I didn’t know that kind of thing existed…”

She looked at the kettle, and then two mugs floated in the air to the table on which the kettle was. Two tea-bags went out of a small box, settling on their own in the mugs.

“It allowed me not to have someone permanently with me. I can live alone thanks to this enchantment.”

She frowned. You had a ring. Did your… partner let you live alone? What kind of partner was it?

“You live alone?”

“Yes, why?”

“I thought you… were engaged or married. Or maybe you don’t live with them… Which is… totally fine. I’m not questioning your life choices. That would be unprofessional and inappropriate.”

You suppressed a chuckle.

“My ring, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Mh, that’s Tyl’, the enchantment is on ring, I mean. I decided to put it on my ring finger to show my ex-colleague I wasn’t interested. But that’s true I don’t need to do this anymore.”

Her eyes widened, her heart warmed. So you were neither engaged nor married. She might have a chance with you.

“A simple ‘no’ wasn’t enough?”

“He learnt I was a lesbian and thought he could change me...”

The tea now brewed, the two cups came towards you. So you were a lesbian, uh? That was good to know. Larissa took a sip.

“Men…” She said in a sigh.

“And you?”

“And what “me”?”

“Engaged? Married?”

She blinked in disbelief. Were you really asking her if you had someone?

As she was taking time to answer, you got worried. She was your boss. You couldn’t just flirt with her like that.

“I’m sorry, that’s inappropriate. Just forget what I-”

“No, that’s okay, sweetheart. I’m single.”

You blushed and coughed, hearing the pet name.

“S-So, what did you want to ask me? Apart from whether my week went well.”

“Yeah, I have two more questions. First, is everything alright? I understand if you need facilities due to your disability.”

“I will just need time to program Tyl’, that’s all.”

She nodded.

“Did you see many students this week?”

“See? None.” you giggled.

“Oh, of course, sorry, well… You know what I mean, right?”

“Yes, don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. A few came here. headaches, stomachaches, hypoglycemia...Usual stuff. Mmh, yeah, one panic attack. But that’s all.”

“Who was it?”

The worries in her voice made your heart melt. She cared so deeply about her students, that was adorable.

“Enid Sinclair, if I remember well. But I'm not quite sure.”

“Blue eyes, blond hair, pink and blue high-” she stopped as she realised you couldn’t recognize her with this kind of description. “Talks a lot, really kind, unbearably curious”

“I think that’s her. I cannot tell you more about it, but don’t worry, she’s okay now.”

“I understand, thank you.”

You instinctively fidgeted your ring, as the silence returned. You knew she was watching you. It was as if you could feel her gaze on you. But you didn't know what she was thinking. You were afraid you had been too direct with your question, a little earlier, that you had said, at one point, something inappropriate. She made you nervous. But you tried to hide it.

“Do you have… another question?”

“No, that’s all, Dr Y/L/N. Thank you for answering.”

“You’re welcome, principal Weems.”

And then she left. Only the scent of her perfume lingered behind her.

.

A week went by.

You were eating your lunch on a bench in the courtyard when your phone rang. That was Simon, your nurse colleague. 

“Simon, is there a problem?”

“Y/N? Yes, yes, there is a big problem now. I can’t handle it. Either you come now or I call the emergency room”

“I’m on my way, what’s the problem?”

“Principal Weems had been attacked by normies. She managed to drive back to Nevermore and walk to the infirmary, but she threw up and her head is bleeding.” He quickly spouted off.

Your blood froze as you recognized the words "attacked" and "Principal Weems" in his frantic gibberish. Shit. It could have been a concussion…

“I’ll be there in one minute.”

You hung up.

You almost ran into three students. You knew the way to the infirmary by heart, but you couldn't predict where the students were, and your ear was overwhelmed by all the noise around you. 

“Sorry, sorry, it’s an emergency.”

You tried to protect your ears as much as you could. This was really uncomfortable. Some teenagers grumbled "watch out!" as you passed.

You arrived in the infirmary, breathless. But you had no time to catch your breath.

“Where is she?”

“She is lying in one of the resting rooms. The left one. I gave her water and painkillers.”

“Thank you Simon.”

You walked to the resting room. When you opened the door, you heard Larissa’s breathing. It was calm, and it comforted you. The stillness in the room was appeasing the tinnitus in your ears.

“Dr Y/L/N?” she articulated.

“Yes, that’s me, how do you feel?” you said as you carefully closed the door behind you.

“Strange.”

“That’s normal. Can you give me your hand, please?” you held out your hand towards the voice.

“Why?”

“You know, my ability. I can know where you’re hurt by touching your skin.”

“Oh, right, right.”

Her hand touched yours. You gently squeezed it, appreciating the softness of her skin, and concentrated. You automatically knew all of her body, from its outer form to the smallest cell of which it was composed. You spotted a superficial wound on her temple and some bruises on her ribs and arms. You inspected her brain very carefully, trying to ignore the dopamine and oxytocin her brain was secreting. But there was nothing abnormal or serious. A small concussion, she would need to rest. More fear than harm. You let her hand out.

“You’re really beautiful, darling, you know?”

You felt your cheeks warming. Why would she say that now? The blow to her head must have been harder than you thought… But why didn’t you find anything?

“I was about to say nothing serious, but I might be wrong.”

“Oh, come on, can’t you just accept a compliment?”

“Then thank you, you too.”

“You don’t need to say that, you know. Especially if you can’t see.”

“I touched you. I know all about your body. Even your blood type and your chronic back pain, darling.”

“Jesus! Do you know my DNA too?”

“I cannot know that. But what I do know is that holding my hand makes you secreting pleasure hormones”

“Eh! That’s unfair!”

“Life’s not fair, Principal Weems.”

You smirked, and while turning around, you asked Tylgoedin for some bandages, cotton and antiseptic for Larissa's wound. You heard her moving in the bed, behind you, but gave it no attention. The three items floated to your hands, and you took a step back, willing to approach you from her.

But she was right behind you, sitting on the bed. You didn’t properly calculate the distance between you and her. You lost your balance, bumping into her knees, and fell directly onto her lap, as everything you had in your hands hit the ground. She wrapped her arms around your waist.

“Nice catch.” she said.

Nice calculations, she thought

“I’m sorry, Principal Weems. I didn’t want to…” You felt your heart racing.

“Call me Larissa, darling.”

“Al-alright. Then I’m sorry, Larissa.”

“Don’t, that’s not your fault.”

“Can you let me stand up, now?”

“Can't you bandage me from my lap?”

You were about to argue but… Being on her lap was quite nice. You snapped your fingers, and the items on the floor flew into your hands.

“I can.”

Tylgoedin poured a few drops of disinfectant on the cotton. You could hardly concentrate, her arms around your waist, her breathing so close to you. You could almost hear her heartbeat.

“Good, because I won’t let you go,” she purred

“Is that a kidnapping, Principal Weems?” you teased.

You began to disinfect her wound, and you felt her tense up as you applied the antiseptic.

“Sort of. For me to release you, you'll have to allow me something... a date, for example.”

You tried to hide your giggle and your blush, but as your head was a few inches separated from hers, she could see your reaction. You wondered if she could feel the warm glowing from your cheeks.

“How dare you flirt with me during my working hours?” 

“Well technically, this is your lunchtime.”

“True.”

She turned her head towards you. Your hand on her cheek allowed you to know where she was looking. And she was looking at you, at your eyes, your lips, your neck.

“You know, when I said you were beautiful, I meant it.”

“Oh, hush. Stop talking or I’ll disinfect your eye.”

You never liked this kind of compliment. It reminded you you could never tell if it was true or not. And honestly, many people, especially teens and pre-teens, told you you were not beautiful, even ugly, because of your white eyes and the fact you couldn’t wear makeup. Now, compliments  sounded like a bad joke to you.

“Why would you disinfect my eye?” she asked, half laughing.

You wrapped a small bandage around her head.

“Because to say such nonsense, you probably have something in your eyes which prevents you from seeing properly.”

“Darling, among the two of us, you are the blind one. So trust me on all the appearance stuff, okay?”

“You might be right. It’s just… Compliments on what I look make me uncomfortable.”

“Okay then. What if I say you have a really beautiful voice?”

You smiled. That was the kind of thing you liked to hear. You put your lips on the bandage on her temple and kissed it.

“Are you kissing my boo-boos?”

"Yeah, it’s a part of my ability, I can remove pain with kisses." It wasn’t. But she had no way to prove it.

"What if I feel pain somewhere else?"

You verified, but you couldn’t spot pain anywhere else right now. She was lying.

"You don't, I know it"

"I do! Just here." With a smirk, she put her fingertip to her lips.

“You smart girl…”

You put your other hand on her other cheek and kissed her. Her lipstick made it feel strange, but not unpleasant. And you could know her heart was racing, and her brain was releasing oxytocin. She moved her hands behind you, holding you tighter. Her lips against yours, her breath on your face, that was all you wanted right now. Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, and you made a sweet moan. She kissed you, again and again, moving very slowly to lay you down on the bed. She left some kisses on your cheeks, on your jaw, on your neck, at the edge of your shirt, which wasn’t covered by your white coat since it was your lunchtime. Her hands went under your clothes, caressing the skin on your ribs.

“Larissa…”

“I want you, Y/N”

She was driving you crazy. You knew she wanted you. Through the contact of her lips on your skin, of her fingertips on your belly and of your hands on her cheeks, you knew she was getting wet.

“I know,” you whispered.

You buried your fingers in her hair, it was soft, almost smooth. Her perfume enveloped you completely, so that all around you was her. The lips on your skin : her. The intoxicating scent : her. Those hair you felt under your touch : her. This body, towering you, pressing you against the bed : her. The sweet moans : her. The hands on your hips, running a finger under your shirt : her. The breathing sound and the heartbeat : her. But you couldn’t get enough. You wanted more.

Then the clock rang. It was the end of your lunchtime.

You sighed. You had to work. You didn’t want to but…

“Larissa, let me go, please.”

She groaned and caressed your cheek.

“I don’t want to.”

“Me neither, but my boss won’t be happy to learn I spend my working hours kissing a pretty girl in the resting room.”

“This is a kidnapping, sweetheart, your boss won’t say anything, it’s against your will...”

You chuckled. You really wanted to stay with her. You wanted her. Her body, her scent, her hands, her breathing, her hair, her lips, and her heart.

“I accept your offer of a date, then.”

“Okay, okay, you may go. But wait a second.”

She rubbed her thumb on your skin.

“What are you doing?” you asked

“You wouldn’t want every student to see my lipstick colour on your skin, would you?”

“God, I forgot it could leave stains…”

As hard as you could love her dominating you, you loved her just as much taking care of you. You let her clean your skin, knowing she was smiling while looking at your own smile. 

“That’s all, no lipstick stains left.”

“Thank you.”

You stood up. Now she wasn’t touching you anymore, you couldn’t know what she was doing, you didn’t like that, not knowing all about her.

“You need to rest, at least for 24h”

“Can I at least have my laptop, I need to work.”

“No work.”

“But I have to-”

“It is a work stoppage, doctor's order. No work.”

“Not even a single email?”

“Not even a “single” email. Nothing. Nic. Nada. Nichts. Nulla. Nietsego. Capice?”

“Okay, okay, Dr Y/L/N.” she laughed “And for our date?”

“What about… Sunday? To the Weathervane?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“If you need anything, I’m at my desk.”

And you went out of the resting room.

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Hope you all enjoyed it!

#larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #nevermore #wednesday tv series #wednesday

[sillyblues]

the ocean and the wind. (2)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis: tonowari is the ocean and ronal is the wind. where does it leave you?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes: hi! omg part 2 is finally here. ronal is so cute she's just emotionally constipated but with you here, i think she'll be more than fine. also i did not proofread this im just too excited and have no patience whatsoever aaaaa but lmk what you guys think! i love talking to you all!

part 1 ✩ part 2 (here!) ✩ part 3 ✩ part 4 ✩ part 5 ✩ part 6 ✩ part 7 (final part)

Ronal is like the calming wind that brushes your skin on a fine day.

You first met her in your Zeykoyu classes where you are trained in common knowledge of healing while you were still avoiding Tonowari. When you first came to the teaching area in the inner area of the island, your eyes were drawn to her figure despite your friends waving over to yours. 

She was sitting on the back of her legs alone, eyes gazing at the flora and fauna of the surroundings. At your footsteps and the sound of the plants rustling, her eyes naturally caught up with yours and you found yourself smiling at her. She furrowed her skin above her eyes, glaring at you before she turned away. You blinked and frowned at this in confusion.

It was not long until the first lesson was over. While the Karyu spoke of plants and which can be used to heal or not, your head revolved around the girl who hated you at first sight. As the teacher ended the class and you all said your greetings, you watched the girl quietly leave without looking back at you and others.

One of your friends caught you staring at the girl and nudged your arm.

“Save yourself from being hurt and do not talk to Ronal.”

“What?” You were taken aback by the surprising comment she said and frowned, “That isn’t nice—”

“I mean you can if you want, but out of the goodness and care for you, don’t befriend her. You’ve been staring at her a lot, [Name]. A lot. You’re probably thinking about wanting to make friends with her,” She raised her forehead at you with her all-knowing gaze and mused, “I don’t know if you haven’t noticed yet, but she does not do friends. I wouldn’t be surprised if she hates everyone and wants to be alone more than anything. Didn’t she glare at you a while back?”

After a slight pause, you said, “She did, but we cannot just assume that. Maybe she just couldn’t see me clearly a while ago.” She definitely saw you clearly, but a part of you hoped she didn’t so it would explain why she made a face at you.

Your group of friends awkwardly laughed.

“You’re too nice. But trust us, we know. You are not the first one to befriend her first, after all.” One snorted.

“We tried to talk to Ronal, you know. She was silent, yes, there is nothing wrong with that. But each time we talk to her, there is always a frown on her face. We jokingly asked her why was she so mad at us and she actually got mad at us. Glared at us and everything as she asked why we befriended her then.” Your friend ranted, her face contorted, almost hissing in the bitter memory. 

“If she hated being friends with us so much, then she could have told us in the first place! I got mad at what she said and she just stormed off. I should have been the one to storm off!” 

She scoffed while your other friends laughed at the outburst of your short-tempered friend. As they console her with words and waved the past off, you were silent in your thoughts full of her. 

When you first met her, her lone figure sat stiff and seemed so lonely her back slightly hunched and her head looking around just to not look at the other people of your clan. Her jaw was slightly clenched and her arms covered herself. An aura of grey was around her and her eyes were an ocean-filled blue of sadness. 

Your friends told her that she loves being alone but why do you feel like she seems to hate being alone more than anything else?

.

.

.

The night approached fast and it was already late in the evening. You should be asleep by now as you save energy for a swim out tomorrow your father promised you. But you can’t.

How can you sleep when your thoughts are full of Tonowari? You saw him at the centre of your village as you talked and walked with your friends after your class, pushing Ronal to the back of your head. As you laughed, you felt a gaze on you and you raised your head to look at who was staring at you and shouldn’t have.

It was Tonowari. You saw his green eyes and your heart immediately felt heavy as the guilt comes flooding in, weighing it down to the pit of your stomach. It was just a second when you exchanged a glance, but to you, it felt like an hour. 

You clenched your jaw and pinched your leg, immediately willing yourself to look away. To look away from the boy you once knew had grown up without you and would continue to grow without you. You force a smile back to your friends, pretending nothing was wrong, that you didn’t feel your walls and resolve crumbling down like sand from a single glimpse of him.

But, oh, Eywa. 

He was still as beautiful as you the day you lost him.

You hoped that a walk would clear out your heavy mind and sneaked out of your pod. You had no destination in mind and allowed your feet to walk wherever your it would take you to. You dare not let your heart lead you for fear you might come back to your greed and selfishness.

You found yourself in the inner part of the island a bit farther from where you had your class. There was a small creek, its water crystal clear with tons of rock underneath it. Streaks of purple and blue swam through. Moss covered the rocks and roots of trees everywhere. The soft glow of the moon seeped through the leaves of trees and the bioluminescent plants sprinkled the area in hues of a thousand colours. Animals glimmered as they flew, ran, and swam about.

There, Ronal sat amongst the beauty of Eywa. You stared at her in awe. 

She was sat on the edge of the rocks and her legs rested halfway in the water. The front of her hair was braided while the rest of her curly hair was let down onto her back and covered her chest. Dots across her body shined but it was quite dull than the markings of your parents’ and friends’ usual gleam, you noticed.

She was beautiful, you stare breathlessly.

You walked closer and let your presence be known to her. Her head snapped at yours and her tail raised slightly in alarm as she stood up.

“Oel ngati kameie,” You greeted her, bringing your fingers to your forehead and onto her, hoping to calm her down.

She stared at you warily but it was enough for you. “Oel ngati kameie. What are you doing here?” She immediately asked.

“Oh, I could not sleep so I thought walking around would help me.” You explained, deciding not to tell her why you could not sleep. You did not know if she notices but she did not pry. “May I sit beside you?”

She frowned.

“Alright,” She sighed. You smiled widely at that.

You sat beside her half a tail between you two.

“Eywa is beautiful, isn’t She?” You said, not really expecting a reply. You stared at the wonder that surrounds you both. Your toes were submerged in the water and you mindlessly moved your feet side by side. Your arms were by your side, slightly placed behind, supporting your upper body’s weight. There was silence, after that. It wasn’t awkward despite you had talked for the very first time. It was comfortable. Calming. 

She was calming, you thought. This moment comforted you. But a thought crossed your head. Would after this moment, you and Ronal would go back to strangers? Would you not have a chance with her to appreciate Eywa’s beauty again in silence? Would you not have a chance to be beside her again?

You didn’t want this to remain a moment. You did not know why but there was a small pinch in your heart imagining that after this, you and she would never have a chance to be like this again.

You turned to her and suddenly introduced yourself and asked hers’ despite knowing her name already. She glanced at you and scoffed.

“I thought your friends told about me already?”

“Oh, you heard that?” You tilted your head to the side. “I’m sorry about them, I’m pretty sure they didn’t mean that.”

“Your voices were too loud. I could hear how they hated me.” Her voice was steady, like someone who was trying to be strong but you could hear how her voice became small towards the end. Her eyes were squinted and her ears were pulled back.

“I don’t think they hated you. I think they were just upset, but not hate.” You began slowly, “Did they do something wrong? They said you hated them, but I don’t think you do.”

She swiftly turned her head to look you in the eye. Her eyes widened and her ears stood up in surprise.

“They do not? How did you know?” You did not know if she was asking you if you knew how they did not hate you or how you knew she was never mad at you in the first place, but you answered her nonetheless.

“They’re too understanding and forgiving. Arguments between us have never lasted long because they understand and forgive each other quickly. They see each other. I think they want to see you too.” You smiled at her. “Besides, you look sad being around us. I’ve seen you take small glances before, you know.”

Her face immediately contorted but you notice the dark hue of her cheeks. You giggled. She let out a small snarl and looked away from you. You had an idea of why she had acted like that and made your friends think she hated them but you wanted to hear it from herself.

“Tell me and help me understand you. Help me understand them to understand you. Let me—us— see you.” You whispered to her and stared into those green eyes that once were full of sadness but now, had a glimmer of hope as she stared into yours as well.

“Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?”

“Does being your friend enough of a reason for you?”

“No, you are lying. You are doing this to hurt me, aren’t you? Embarrass me in front of others?” She stood up and hissed at you. Her face contorted in grief and disbelief that you would do that to her which you were in disbelief yourself because you know that you would never even dare to do that to her. “How dare you—”

You stood up as well and grabbed her shoulders. She tried to hit and push you away and you let her, but you did not let her go. “No! No, Ronal, I am not lying. I swear to Eywa.”

You leaned close to her and you pleaded with the Great Mother inside your head for her to believe you.

Oh, Eywa, you begged, Please help her see my innermost thoughts and the sincerity I have in my soul.

Please let her know everything of me.

Please let her see me.

You thank Eywa for hearing your prayers when you felt her shoulders sag in your hold and stopped struggling.

“I see you.” You leaned your forehead against hers.

She lets you see her.

.

.

.

Under the wide array of thousands of lights, she opened up to you like a flower. She told you of how she cannot express her emotions like the others. 

She does not intend to come across as mean and bad to others but she cannot control how she contorts her face naturally, can she? She tried to be silent, hoping that she would not be able to say something that might hurt the others and say she did not mean to.

A long time ago when she was just a young girl, there was a friend of hers, a boy, who she had hurt the most. He most probably thought she was ignoring her and she once remembered him crying in front of her with hurt all over his face, saying how she could think of herself as better than everyone.

She was overwhelmed back then and she could not bring herself to open her mouth for fear that she would worsen things again. So she walked away. She came across his mother and saw her son crying behind her. She hissed at her before running to console her child.

She was hurt and and absolutely terrified. She ran back home and her parents found her almost crying as well.

The next day in the centre of the community, she found her parents and the boy’s parents arguing in front of the Olo’eyktan with the rest of the clan watching around. 

You remember the day it happened, you and Tonowari were swimming in the sea, not caring what had happened. Your heart ached at the thought that while you enjoyed yourselves, she was alone hurt and lonely.

“Your child does nothing but hurt! Is this how you teach your child? Teach her to hurt and hurt others one after another?”

“You have no right to say that to my daughter. She does not intend to hurt anyone!”

“Then why does my son cry because of your child? Why do the other children cry because of her? Tell me!”

She remembered the words that were exchanged clearly. 

She told you how she could not bear to watch it anymore and ran back to her pod. It scarred her forever that she dare not think about making friends with anyone anymore. Beings friends with her will only hurt others and herself, after all, that was what she believed.

Years later, your friends befriended her. After a long time of loneliness, she caved in too easily but never forget to let down her carelessness. She was grateful that they did not mind her silence and glares that she does not mean. 

But when they joked around about her being mad at them, memories of the shame and guilt came rushing back. She did not mean to snap at them but panicked and asked them why had they befriended her. As usual, they took it the wrong way and she ran off before the fight would worsen.

“I thought this time would be different, [Name]. I thought it wouldn’t happen again and it’s all my fault.” She leaned against the crook of your neck and cried. Her sobs bring an ache to your heart like a strong grip that crushes it and you decided that you would never want to hear her cry again. You slowly moved back and forth as you hugged her, comforting her as she let out her emotions for the first time.

“This time will be different, Ronal.” You said, bringing her face in front of yours. You wiped away her tears and assured her. “I’m here for you.”

“I see you.”

.

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The rest was a blur. You could not remember what time or how you got home nor what the Kayu spoke as he taught your group. Time went by fast and you stood there with Ronal and your group of friends. One stared at her warily while the others stared at her in curiosity.

Ronal frowned and you could feel her panic rising. You grabbed her hand and held it. You squeezed her hand and smiled softly at her. You saw the frown ease a bit and from then on, you let her do the talking.

It was not like you did not care what happens next. You kept an ear out for what they were saying and you were ready to intervene if needed, but you trusted Ronal and your friends enough.

You stared at the plants that surrounded you all and closed your eyes. The gentle breeze brushed against your skin, its freshness almost tickling you. It swayed softly, its whisper almost lulling you to sleep. You could hear the plants’ rustles and feel the air inside you as you inhaled and exhaled. Your hair fluttered from its soft sweeps and you let out a small hum. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I really thought you hated us.” You heard your friend say.

“No, it was reasonable that you thought of it that way. I am sorry for making you upset.” You opened your eyes at Ronal’s voice.

“No. Do not be sorry. Do not be sorry for things you cannot control.” Another said.

“But I am sorry—”

“I am going to cut you all because I know that this will end up with never-ending apologies.” Your sensible and rational friend said. You almost let out a giggle at how true it was. “We understand, Ronal. You cannot control your expressions and outburst that day and our friend cannot control hers as well. We ended that day in a bad situation and I know that we all feel sorry for it.” 

“We see you, Ronal.”

“Yeah, we see you! Thank you for telling us because if you hadn’t, we would live the rest of our lives thing you completely hate us and wonder what we did wrong.”

“I see you all, as well.” Her jaw was clenched, trying her best not to frown or glare at them as she straightened her back. Her face did not look mean compared to before, but if you had not known better, you would think that she was annoyed at you all. But you and the others knew better, she was most likely overwhelmed by the positive outcome. You squeezed her hand once more.

The group told you both that they will go out first and leave you two be, knowing that Ronal needed her space and perhaps talk to you.

When you two could not see their figures anymore, you turned to her and smiled so widely. You slightly raised her hands that you held. “I am so happy for you!”

You were so happy for her. Proud, even, because you could not imagine how much courage she must have taken to talk with others again, much less befriend others herself, but she did it.

She stared at your eyes and you let go of your hand to fondle your face. The ends of her lips raised so slightly you didn’t would notice it had you not been this close to her. Her markings shone and its glow was brighter than the last time. She leaned her forehead against yours and you could feel her soft breaths on your lips.

She introduced herself to you and you are reminded of how she never introduced herself properly last night. You say yours.

“I see you, [Name].” She says.

“I see you, Ronal.”

“Thank you for seeing me. Thank you.” She whispers breathlessly. You squeezed her hand for the third time.

Like the wind on a fine day, she is calming. Like its breeze that brushes against your skin, her caresses on you are soft. Like its freshness, her presence fills you with coolness just enough to soothe. Like its whisper, her voice comforts you and almost lulls you to sleep.

Like the wind, Ronal is calming.

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[lisalosingstreak]

Not good enough for AO3 so thought I’d post it here.

THINGS I HATE

By Wednesday Addams age 5

I will add to this list as I find new things I hate.

I REALLT HATE:

The way colours hurt my eyes and my skin

People who call me weird.

Those horrible boys who killed my dearest Nero

That stupid teacher who called my family horrible names.

Those boring other kids at school who only care about cartoons and stupid toys and don’t like books and sitting quietly.

Those girls who made fun of my new black dress my grandmamma made me.

Those older kids who tried to chase me away from the library.

My new brother. I hate him a lot. He’s stupid.

This new school I have to go to where the kids have different names but who still won’t be my friends and still say horrible things about my family.

That bully who can’t catch me and says my family is weird but my mother and father love each other very much and love me. He’s probably jealous cos he doesn’t have that.

This new school again. The same subjects I already know about, the colours and noise and stupid students who are all thick. They think they are unique but they all just follow the same stupid trends like sheep. I hate the school and I hate them.

Mobile phones. I examined one and they seem to make people even stupider, which I didn’t think was possible but it’s very true. Nothing is better than a letter to communicate or a library in which to learn.

Another new school. Same idiots, different day.

Stupid kids talking about “making out” with each other. Why would anyone want to kiss some other boy? How disgusting. I don’t know how my parents do it.

I really hate bullies and even though I hate my brother I hate the boys who locked him up more.

Nevermore. I hate it. Away from my room where I was comfortable and had my favourite things around me. I can’t believe I have to go to yet another school.

Enid Sinclair. I really hate her, everything a riot of colours and insane chatter. Stupidly decorated room too I have to somehow share.

Tyler and his weak willed personality. Why won’t he leave me alone.

Xavier - what a loser. He has wealth but looks down on the poor and helpless. He doesn’t deserve it.

Bianca. She beat me at fencing. I do not like to be made the look second best. I hate her.

All the outcasts here. Apart from Eugene who has cool interests and isn’t afraid to be himself.

I hate the way Enid smiles at me even when I am mean to her.

The way Enid makes these weird bats in my stomach fly around whenever I see her.

I really hated when she took the red duffel bag and left me all alone so she couldn’t annoy me.

I hate that Enid made me fall in love with her with her oh so perfect smile and her support and saving my life.

I really did not like how soft and warm Enid’s lips were when we first kissed on the long walk in the woods during that first date - which I also hated.

The way Enid surprised me when she asked me to marry her. I do not like surprises but like a stupid lovestruck idiot I still said yes.

The the way our wedding is so over the top and colourful and crazy. I am sure my imbecilic family were overjoyed.

The way Enid makes me feel at night. I like to be cold and uncomfortable but she has forced me to cuddle up to her which makes we warm and relaxed and I don’t get my lovely nightmares now.

The way I cried when our daughter Vega was born.

The way Enid has forced me into wanting only to be a housewife and make sure she is happy everyday.

The way Enid is so good to me even when I try and annoy her. I hate that.

How Enid changed me against my will and made me content with a wife and daughter who mean the world to me. Who does that?

I really hated the way I cried when Enid passed away in my arms after her illness, our aged bodies pressed together and our grey hair entangled together as they were every night since our wedding day. her eyes losing none of that awful sparkle even to the last moment.

And most of all I hated the way I didn’t hate any of it. In fact I loved every moment with her.

#wenclair #wlw love #wlw post #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #fluff #emma myers #wednesday #wenclair fanart

[dovedewdrop]

Locksmith

If in ten years time I'm still on your mind Would you call and Say you want this? / 1.4k

✨Part 1 ✨✨Part 2 ✨✨Part 3✨

A/N: This is the last part!!! I hope you've enjoyed this little series and thank you to everyone who has read and supported🥰 Writing this scratched a little itch for me and it was nice to just share it! Also locksmith is one of my favourite songs it makes my heart go🥹🫶🏻🥰🩷

Warnings: Post-Outbreak. Soft kind of angst. Hella fluff/soppiness. Self-aware Joel (which we 🫶🏻to see). Not proof read.

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Days at the Bison kept you busy, distracting your mind from the branded image of Joel’s red eyes but there was no escaping him when he approached the bar two days later, no Tommy to swoop in and save you this time.

“Hey,” his voice was solemn, his eyes were pleading before he’d even truly voiced his request.

“Hi, what can I-“ You plastered on the same smile you did for all the customers, ready to serve him whatever poison he picked before he cut you off and your face fell at his words.

“No, no sorry, that’s not what I came in for.”  His eyes faltered from your soft gaze to glance at his knuckles, gripping the edge of the bar, the skin coating his bones turning white.

“Oh, ok.” You felt slightly feeble under his gaze, unsure of what he could possibly want from you.

“Can I uh,” he coughed, like the words were clogging up his throat, his eyes still looking anywhere but at you. “Can I see you later?” You wanted to say yes immediately which made it hard for the devil on your left shoulder to fight the angel on your right, but ultimately he won the battle, raising his trident above his head. In the moment you decided that Joel couldn’t just swan in and call the shots whenever he felt like it.

“What for?” You crossed your arms across your chest and looked past him at the door.

“Jus’ wanna talk.” You scoffed at that; it pained you to do so. “Please.”

“Why? Why should I say yes?” He finally raised his head to look you in the eye and you noticed the water welling in them.

“You don’t have to, I know I don’t deserve shit from you,” he sniffled, letting out an puff of air, “look if you don’t like what I gotta say, you never have to speak to me again.”

You chewed at the inside of your lip, really taking in what he’d said. I don’t deserve shit from you. If you don’t like what I gotta say, you never have to speak to me again.

You were already deep in these feelings, every day feeling like you were stuck in a sinkhole, clawing at the ground to get out, what’s one conversation on top of all the others?

“Finish at 16:30” You grumble.

When 16:36 rolled around Joel was already stood outside on your porch, waiting. 

He watched as your hands shook slightly around the keys, attempting to fit them into the keyhole and after a few beats his hand hesitantly clasped around yours. Your eyes felt as though they were going to pop out of their skull, whipping round to face him.

 Joel had gained some of his confidence back after this morning, yours however, had depleted, your brave façade cracking quickly in front of him. You let him guide the key in before he stepped back to let you over the threshold first.

“Coffee?” You still remembered how he liked it.

He shook his head, no before gesturing towards one of the chairs in the living room, asking for permission to sit, permission that you grant him, perching yourself on the sofa across from him. The air between you is thick, like a weighted blanket but yet it somehow still doesn’t keep the cold away from your bones.

While Joel is trying to find his words, you take the time to look at him, properly. His beard had greyed and you liked it, his hair decorated with sprinklings of  salt and pepper, something which you must have known deep down was inevitable but never thought about once whilst you were together, too busy being young and in love.

His eyes still captivated you and if anything, they were the very first thing you noticed about him and the very first thing you fell in love with, they never changed and they never failed to make you melt.

You noticed how his green flannel hugged his frame, arms nearly bursting the material at the seams and you had to will yourself to look away, to stop yourself from imagining how it would feel to be wrapped up in them just one more time. But above all else what you noticed is that he’s still your Joel.

For the longest time you’d convinced yourself that everything about him was different, that he wasn’t the same person anymore and to a degree, he wasn’t, but deep down he’s still that young dad you met, who was selfless and who loved deeply, he just got a little lost along the way.

You attempt to speak, to breathe life into the air around you but he clears his throat and beats you to the finish line, “I know nothing I can say will rectify the way I treated you..” You don’t know how to respond; you want to agree with him yet you can feel the ‘but’ coming. “But I want you to know I am sorry and I know that those words won’t fix anything.” His hands sweep across his face as he leans forward in the chair, fingers combing at his beard.

“I was angry, so incredibly angry and I directed everything at people who didn’t deserve it…” As he looks at you his eyes begin to well and you feel your chest tighten, you know all of this already, you understood and if he just let you in at the time you could’ve helped him. Now you just listen because you need to hear it from him, that he understands. 

“I jus’ wanted Sarah back and every time I looked at you, or Tommy, I was reminded of ‘er, I was a dick.”

“Yeah you were,” You couldn’t help the slight chuckle that laced its way through your words but it seemed to lighten the mood, Joel was still looking at the ground but he let out a puff of air and a very small smile, wiping the few tears staining his face.

“I thought I wanted you both to leave but I only broke my own heart more because I didn’t realise you were the only two people keepin’ me somewhat sane.” It was then that you noticed the scar on his temple, before you could even think about what you were doing you’d sunk to your knees in front of him, your hand reaching up to skim cautiously against the skin there.

To your surprise he didn’t flinch or push you away, instead nestling his head further into your hand and drawing a deep breath in through his nose.

“I thought about you every damn day and then I met Ellie and I don’t know, nothing can ever take away from Sarah but she’s given me a second chance, so every day when we’ve been travellin’ I was hopin’ I’d find you again so that I can make it right because you’re still on my mind darlin’” He was rambling now and you let him because you knew if you didn’t he might never let it out again. You kiss the rough skin of his palm and rub your hand against his knee, willing him to open his eyes and see you.

“You really were a dick Joel, a monumental jackass.” He nods in agreement, “But I already told you, there’s no one else. We were gonna have a baby together, get married, I wanted to be with you until the end and I would have been if you weren’t so adamant that I should leave.” He looks ashamed of himself when you speak. “I understood why you did it but that doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt me.”

“And I will spend every day of the rest of my life making it up to you I swear but I can’t live in this town and watch you walk around and act like you weren’t one of the best parts of my existence on this godforsaken planet.” This time it’s you that’s welling up as you move to sit between his legs, back to the chair, you look up at him. “You got a lot of grovelling to do, Miller.”

“I count on it, sweetheart,” he smiles down at you, both of you silently crying. 

“Tommy showed me some spare land today, remember I promised to build us a house of our own one day?” The soft skin of your rosy lips stretches further across your face as you recount the memory.

“You said you’d plant me roses…” He leans down further to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, before whispering in your ear, “already planted the first one today.”

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[aloneatpeace]

𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳

HIS MEMORIES OF

HER '6'

Past is written like this.

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・╴﹕꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱﹕╴・┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

Namjoon gasps as he stands up on his feet his head felt heavy as he recollects what happened, he remembers when the creature appearing out of nowhere making his blood runs cold at the hideous thing and stung him, he remembers losing control of himself and trying to hurt hoseok his friend, making him knocking him out of pure fear.

His chest tightens at the thought of harming his friend, gathering himself his eyes scan his surroundings. It is not the glade the concerted walls and floor clean and neat the tinted glass windows allowed the blazing sunlight inside.

“Namjoon there you are!” a male voice asks making Namjoon turns to the source of voice.

A thin man with grey hair older than him very older than him with brown eyes and rat like face appeared Infront of him.

“Who are you?” he chest out eyes narrowing at older man Infront of him the ferocity doesn’t seems to bother the man as he continued to smile at him.

“Come on there is someone I want you to meet” the man held out a hand.

Namjoon frown at odd behavior of the man still suspicious and utterly confused of the whole ordeal, did they got out of maze where exactly is he, what really happened to him.

“Meet who?” before Namjoon can ask that someone else voiced the question seemingly someone behind him making him jump out the skin and turn to look at the person behind him.

His eyes widen when he meets with the replica of himself just child self-staring right back at him.

“Someone very important” the man continued.

The boy stare at the man before nodding and starts walking without waiting for the man.

The baffled Namjoon finally understands “it’s a memory” and follow his past young self.

When Namjoon catches up to them, he finds a women pale white skin and blonde hair pulled in neat bun and blue eyes observing his younger self as the little boy write down something on the paper.

The boy put down the peen after completing the task and press the stop watch pushing the paperawaytowards the adults to show.

The women grins at the work satisfied with the work “indeed you’re the intelligent one”

The boy uninterestedly leans back on the chair while the women and man exchange words slowly.

Namjoon makes his way towards his younger self still unable to comprehend what is happening. Crouching down next to the boy Namjoon feels as if he is looking at his soul as his gaze fixed on his past self.

The door opens “there she is” the women said with a genuine smile making both Namjoon to turns to the new comer.

“Namjoon, I want you meet…...”

“y/n!”  Namjoon also yells when he sees the young girl that possess the uncanny resemblance of you. the same hair the same alluring eyes, younger you stand Infront of him with a timid smile on your face at the attention of the adults finally you gaze falling on the boy who has his eyes on you as well.

Namjoon gulps as he watches his younger self walks towards the you with a such a confidence that made him proud of himself.

“Hi, I am Namjoo. Kim Namjoon, Kim is the last name you can call me Namjoon” the boy put his hand for you to shake and you shake it with a nervous smile.  

“Namjoon why don’t you introduce her to your friends” the man said

The boy nod without looking back and takes your hand in his “would you like to meet my friends’?” 

“Yes, I would like that” the younger you answer without sending the adults any farewell he walks towards the door as he pulling you with him you throw a wave at the women.

Namjoon lips stretched into a grin seemingly enjoying the memory who would have thought that jimin is right after all.

The memory shifts that of you grown up, the little girl who was shy under his gaze now stand wearing a white coat clicking away on the computer system.

“Everything good” Namjoon hears his voice asks making him turns towards see himself sitting down.

“Yeah” you lean back on your chair turning to him “how are the others?”

“they’re good, complaining how less they get to see you” Namjoon also mirrors your position.

You sit straight “I miss them too. About that ava is letting me stay here from now on” you exclaim smiling wide

Namjoon smiles wide eyes shining “finally” he stand up giving you his hands helping you stand up he hugs you tight.

His hands linger on your foam a little when move away he glance at you smiling face with adoration his eyes.

as if Namjoon can foresee what’s going to happen, he feels as if his past self and him molding together.

his heart beats he was so close to you almost touching your lips but stopped his eyes were staring at your lips taking a deep breath he is so tempted to kiss the lips that he carved for so many times since he started to understand why the man who towered over everyone both physically and intellectually get all giddy, nervous, clam everything whenever you’re near even the name of you from anyone making his heart beats fast and send him warmth of sun.

Few seconds pass when never move away from him he finally place his lips on yours tenderly pushing inner thought of devouring your lips and to feel the flush of your skin on his suppressed he softly pull your body close towards him. When you let your hands wrap around his shoulder sudden boldness spark through his touches.

Your lips felt soft, you were making want more and more, his hands find its way on your hips pulling your body towards him, the kiss was getting more passionate and Namjoon was starting get loss of his control.

With heaving chest, he slowly pulls away allowing the air finally enter his lungs. “You… you kissed me back”

You give him a soft smile lips widening making him lose his focus “I did”

“Does that mean I can have more kiss”

You playfully put a thinking face hands still on his shoulders pulling him closer “only if you admit you like me”

“I love you” he said without any hesitation making you stop laughing “I don’t know about you, but that kiss was everything that I ever wanted to prove what I felt for your not just some chemical messing with my brain. I thought the books lied how you would feel your heart race when you love someone I thought it was all bullshit but then you came and god you are vision a beautiful powerful vision, all I can think about when I get meet you how fast I can finish my task just so I could talk before you live, how my life seems to pointless whenever you are away or when you are with the other guys from your sector what if you fall in love with them and never come back to us, to me. God, you make head spin at same time you and your presence relax me. And if I let you slip through my hands without letting you know how much I love, want feel you, touch you…want to.” he bites his lips jaw clenching the hands your hips moving towards your waist.

You nervously look at him “well good thing that I like you too” he let out shy laugh you take his face your hands making him looking at you. “I feel like the luckiest girl in the world now, my life was dull before I was meeting before meeting you guys. I thought only had the luck to be friends with you, you’re so smart, kind and hardworking guy that I could only love you from afar because you deserve the best of the best Namjoon nothing less. all the nights I thought I would be never an option for you to wanted and pinned after like this I guess I’m lucky I guess”

Namjoon bashfully smiles at pulling you closer caressing your cheeks you lean into his touch making his insides melts.

“that’s mean kiss me again Namjoon” you state making Namjoon let up in realization.

Namjoon wraps his hands on your waist and pull you the floor making you gasp at his sudden action; you sometimes forget about his strength wrapping your leges arounds his waist Namjoon sit you down on your desk moving away the things. You gasp when the systems were yeeted to the side the glitching sound indicating it probably damaged and it’s Namjoon it would be miracle if it’s still functions before you can scold him his lips seal shut your lips making you sigh at the kiss and grab on his hair, locking legs around his waist pulling him closer, his pulled away and began to kiss down your neck pushing your hair away with one hand while the other pulling the coat away from your body.

Namjoon feels like he was witnessing something that he shouldn’t, like a pervert that silently watching a couples intimate hours even though technically they are the same person hurry he knows where this is heading and silently turn his back to he opens the door and step outside the scenery had changed once the hallway is now a large room with bunk beds and bean bags, he sees yoongi sleeping on one bed and jimin on top of the one of the beds and young hoseok tying his shoe laces.

“Hey, go eat something before jin come in”. Namjoon looks in the direction to see himself half asleep curled against a body underneath the cover.

His past self-mumble something as his hands tightens the body hidden under the cover, Namjoon frown at the scenario slowly moving towards them.

He gasps when hoseok go through and pull other him out of the bed making the sheets fall and another Namjoon to curse as. Namjoon’s head spins as he sees you sleeping peacefully unknown to what going around you, he taken your figure cladded in a big t-shirt that barely covered your thighs. Was it necessary hoseok, didn’t they know a thing about privacy.

He sees himself stands up and look for any clothes to cover his upper body. if Namjoon’s eyes could pop out that would happen when he sees,

 hoseok lean over the bed delicately turning you towards him with a smile on his face as he softly cares your cheek. One hand rubbing your naked thighs as he leans down to kiss your lips. “I’m going to training sweetheart I’ll see you soon” hoseok smile as he sees you smile softly at him eyes still closed.

Namjoon eyes rapidly shift between hoseok and his past self-unable to comprehend what’s going on. if that’s doesn’t crazy, he feels like he’s going to rip his hair out when yoongi and jimin who he thought was dead asleep throw themselves on the both side of you clenching your body.

Hoseok gives them side eye before leaving after patting the back off his past self.

  He watches curiously as

 his past self-get ready and come to side of the bed trying to get your face.

“No. you hogged her last night all alone” yoongi murmured while pushing his face into your neck as jimin pulls his sheets over the three of you.

Namjoon and past Namjoon mirrors the look of offended as “she also my girlfriend” his past self-state making Namjoon turn his head so fast that he might have broken his neck.

 What does that even mean? How are they so comfortable each other, how did you become their girlfriend as well, does the ‘they’ includes the rest of his friends as well. Why is his past self being so unfaced by this why are you also unfaced by this.

Another memory plays as Namjoon watches the three of you fade way and new surroundings manifest itself.

The sound of pans and seokjin curse reach his ears making him follow the sources of the noise he found,

 everyone gathered on the kitchen, jin and yoongi are cooking while taehyung takes plates and glass with the help of hoseok making the table on the dining room which is across the kitchen. Jimin and you decorating one cake with Namjoon Infront of the of both you.

Jimin slap Namjoon hands when he tried to take frozen chocolate in the shape of hearts making you laugh.

“Ha, Namjoon don’t touch anything” nothing Namjoon doesn’t go noticed by jin as he scolds him.

You smile softly at him before pulling him by his hoodie placing a kiss on his frowned lips making him smile.

When you release him jimin was already pointing at himself silently asking for kiss making you chuckle.

“Hey they’re kissing in the kitchen” jungkook yells pointing at you three, jin says nothing but grab you by your waist and place you between him and yoongi.

“don’t do the dirty in my kitchen”

Yoongi pick fruits that he had diced to eat while cooking and place it upon your lips feeding without a care in the world.

Taehyung put a music on the harmonies slow music echoes the room, slowly swaying he makes his way towards you and whisk you away from the kitchen.

Taehyung wraps his hands around your waist as you hook your around his shoulders smiling at each other, they move gracefully with elegance, your head resting his chest eyes closed taehyung held you close smiling down at your face with a tenderness, running his hands down your back.

The room seems to fall silent as Namjoon watches the beautiful scene, he wasn’t the only one when he turns his friends and his past self also captivated by it. Namjoon starting to understand, their eyes held no envy, hurt, insecure and apathic feeling. They look tranquil, like everything they want is already given to them so content and serene. They had a smile on their face, they look like they are in love.  

“I guess we never really knows, what the future had planned for us” hoseok chuckles

They share a laugh nodding seokjin pats Namjoon shoulders “yeah who knew Namjoon girl would be our girl too”

“I did, even before Namjoon said he fells something more for her” yoongi state with a grin proud of how he always felt that when he first starts come out his shell and interacted with you.

“See, I told you I felt in my bones” jimin exclaims shaking yoongi excitedly happy to know that he wasn’t the only one to fell that.

“Jimin, we all know that” Namjoon deadpan at him making the man pout playfully at the jab.

“No guys I did felt in my real bone, even though the one you hinting is always excited for her” jimin state with a sultry grin making everyone groan.

By this time jungkook had also jointed the dance now the slow dance turned into break dance you three laugh whole heartly dancing around making them turns towards you. jungkook who now professional changed into a pole dancer as he uses you as pole that had taehyung lose him self and roll on the ground laughing.

Jimin jump from his seat and took off his shirt “wait for me jungkook”

You shake you head yelling at him no despite the smile on your face seeing that made everyone laugh in pure joy.

Namjoon smile at scene Infront of him, he understands now maybe it’s not too bad

  The scene changes yet another memory unfolds Infront of him.

Namjoon stand Infront of ava and Jason in lab and some of colleagues and few guards of W.I.C.K.E.D the air felt overwhelming.

“Is there a reason you need to meet me Namjoon?”  ava questions

Namjoon nods a hesitance clear in his stance “y/n…”

“Ah…she is still at the headquarters don’t worry Theo will keep her company” ava state cutting off Namjoon.

His jaw clenches he sighs lowering his head “why are keeping her away from us”

“I am not keeping her from doing anything Namjoon, but it you” ava walks towards him with a disappointed look on her face. “She has so much potential but you and your friends hold her back maybe she realized that now”

He raises his brow at her his jaw set “we all know who is using her very well, ava” he snapped

“Namjoon” Jason hiss but ava lifts her hands to tell him state put.

“The big brain of yours figured out everything isn’t that why you were planning to runway from here, everything is in motion right, all you need now is her” ava spit out her face twisting in anger.

Namjoon’s face loses its color eyes widening

“No need to panic, I will not hurt anyone especially her but I can’t let you free either.” As she speak the guards around him takes hold of him making him trash around from the corner of his eyes, he sees one of the doctor approaches him with a syringe in his hands.

“You won’t get away with this, she is going to find out sooner or later” he shouts one guards tase him making him grunt as the electricity flow shock him.

“I think she will be happy when she hears you volunteer to be the first person in maze, don’t worry soon your friends will join you” ava state with smile that made his blood boil, Jason smile at this he leaves the room.

His chest raises and fall with heavy breathes soon he feels a stinging sensation on his neck “you can’t always control her ava” he mumbled feeling his eyes felt heavy as he struggled to keep them open.

“I did all these years what’s make you think I can’t anymore” He let out a humorless laugh at ava boaster’s words.

“Well, she didn’t have us before now she does” Namjoon give her grin making ava glare at him.

“Take him away, initiate the process” ava yells the guards take away Namjoon.

Namjoon stumble in his place having difficulty to comprehend the escalated situation, suddenly he feels a pain on his chest and he hears your voice and images of you with everyone flash through in a fast pace. Every memory every moment that he shared with you and his friends came racing into his conscious mind hitting him like a truck throwing away his balance.

Namjoon lay down everything is now empty a light shone down on his body around him is pitch black. Is going to die now that he remembered it all, was it selfish to ask for new life where he get live with seokjin, yoongi, hoseok, jimin, taehyung and jungkook, with you……….

Series masterlist

#kim seokjin x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim taehyung x reader #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #min yoongi x reader #bts x reader #bts ot7 #bts fanfic #bts #ot7 fanfic #ot7 x reader #bts ot7 x reader #bts maze runner au #the maze runner #x reader #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #jimin x reader #yoongi x reader #jungkook x you #hoseok x reader #taehyung x reader #bts x fem!reader #polyamory

[beetboxx]

the leather jacket effect - billy hargrove x reader

part 2 ; masterlist here

WARNINGS; sexual tension, language, douchebag billy hargrove, drinking, let me know if i missed any!

you once heard about a myth about fairies when you were little. it made you stay up for days out of the fear that some mythological being would sneak in your room late at night and steal your body. they’re always depicted as being apple-cheeked, giggling and joyful little critters, adorned in flowers and shades of green. but they were also known to be hideous to natives- vengeful, mischievous, wanting nothing but to create chaos with bodies of grey-green skin and white bone and yellow fingernails that drag across your floorboards with a disgusting creaking sound. the myth that you remember the most- because you made the mistake of asking your grandmother if she’d ever seen a fairy- was, if you give a fairy your name, you give up power to them. then they could trick, lure and enchant you. 

what this meant, and why you knew it, was kind of a mystery. all you knew is that it seemed relevant to your current situation, after you gave the new star of hawkins, billy hargrove, your name. it seemed like after that morning when he interrupted your smoke break, he couldn’t get out of your way. it seemed like even the idea that you weren’t interested in swooning over him was driving him insane, making him feel the need to prove himself and everyone around him. 

after first period, you tried to shake the very strong scent of his gum mixed with tobacco off of your nose and the image of his smile out of your head. you had never actually sat through your entire life skills class, but with billy guarding your usual spot, you had to today. you didn’t know why you couldn’t just.. stand next to him. you weren’t scared of him, and you didn’t have anything to hate him for, you just.. couldn’t.  and it was bugging you. big time. 

but first period came and went, and then second period, and then third period, and then soon enough the fourth period bell rang and you made your way to your english class, stopping at your locker to grab your overly heavy textbook that you would barely use the entire year and your copy of animal farm, a book that all teachers were pushing their students to read with the sudden increase in hostility between the US and the USSR. to you, it was just a pain in the ass. but, you thought the book was kind of cool. the concept, at least, giving farm animals human characteristics in their plot to create a communistic society within their home. 

and you were excited to read it, too, as you sat down in mrs. campbell’s class. she was an older lady, not elderly but not a yuppie, of course. she was super passive to you- you weren’t sure if she even knew your name. you could excuse it because of her age, but she wasn’t nearly old enough to use that excuse. 

as you sat down, the usual chatter of the pre-tardy bell seemed to be a bit louder, a bit more excited than usual, from behind you, you heard whispering and giggling from several people that you passed off as the usual hawkins gossip and judgement.

“oh my god, did you see-”

“yes! yes, i know, right?”

“it was so crazy,-”

“jesus, jason is being such a drag-” 

“hey, are you going tomor-”

“oh, for sure. i hear that new hottie is going- billy hargrove.”

you don’t know why, but that collection of sounds put together in the form of a name made your senses tense up, like a bloodhound looking for a trail. like a reflex, your neck twisted to look at the group of gossipers, unfortunately coming face to face with “the popular kids.” you froze as they stopped talking, eyes widened without your knowledge. tina raised her eyebrows at you, tilting her head and waiting for you to talk, say something besides looking like a deer in headlights. 

“can we.. help you?” tina asked sarcastically when you didn’t answer, earning a snicker from the other girls. 

you swallowed, “uh- no no, i was.. looking at the.. poster, behind you,” you lied, pointing an unsteady hand behind the group to the poster of kindergarten-level grammar rules. 

tina let out a laugh, the others following suit until she spoke again. they knew you were looking at them, but it was entertaining to them to see someone else struggle. sadists, you thought.

“riiiighhhtt, yeah. totally,” tina continued, looking at her friends as they laughed, waiting for you to turn around to continue their gossip.

you sighed, planting your elbow on your desk and holding your forehead in your palm, already wanting this stupid class to be over.

“alright, class! tardy bell has rang, please get your books out,” mrs. campbell announced, her tired voice sounding already irritated with her students. you understood why, hawkins high students had a tendency to be incompetent and careless. you honestly felt kinda bad for her, having to teach a bunch of teenagers that wanted to go out and do keg stands about the dangers of the soviet union. 

you heard the shuffling of bags and papers, and then the thick sound of books planting on desks with small groans of dread.

“now, today we will be independently,” she emphasized, glancing at the group of basketball players in the front of the class, “reading chapters four through six. i want you all to focus on the stylistic choices today- i have a worksheet up front to fill out wh-”

the wooden door labeled with “mrs. campbell” and various stickers slowly pushed open just then, interrupting mrs. campbell’s instruction and throwing the class into a curious silence. the sound of boots thudding against tile seemingly bounced off the walls of your small classroom, and with each sound, dread filled the pit of your stomach. you needed this to not be what you think it is. if it is, maybe a transfer is something to think about. 

but, of course, it was exactly what you hoped it wasn’t.

“ah, mr. hargrove, how nice of you to join us on your second day of school,” mrs. campbell sighed, folding her hands together and turning to face the character entering the classroom.

“oh, mrs. campbell, so sorry about that. i uh- got lost and ended up in E hall. it won’t happen again. promise.”

billy hargrove. there he was, trying to charm his way out of trouble with the same smile he gave you, when all you wanted was to have nothing to do with him or what he represented. his stupid, cold puppy-dog eyes made contact with mrs. campbell’s, and her stern face dropped, just like that. you could’ve sworn you saw her knees buckle, too. gross. 

“that’s.. fine.” oh, come on mrs. campbell! you thought she had way more bite in her than to submit to billy’s manipulation. “this will be a warning, though. i expect you to be on time.” 

“of course,” billy nodded. he then held out his ring-clad hand for mrs. campbell to shake. what a douchebag. “i’m billy hargrove, miss.” she took his hand, giving him a weak handshake, her usual frown twisting into a polite grin. 

“i am mrs. campbell, your english teacher. please, take a seat- we were just getting started,” she explained, tired tone becoming welcoming and accepting as she extended her arm to gesture billy to an open seat as she dropped his hand. billy’s eyes examined the terrain, seeing what people he could bully for homework and what people would do it willingly and what people weren’t even worth asking. and eventually, as he scanned desk by desk, his blue eyes landed on you. he smirked. a quiet smirk, one barely noticeable and would’ve seemed like it was directed at the popular girls wearing bright colors behind you. but you knew, it was directed at you and the name you gave him. you could feel his gaze even after it left you, like a lazer that burned a hole in your head. it was sharp, like he was holding a knife to your acrobatic stomach, threatening you with a secret even you didn’t know about. as soon as his eyes landed on you, your eyes snapped another direction, letting out a heavy huff, hurrying to open your book and appear busy with the hopes he wouldn’t bother you. 

he opted to sit right in front of you, much to your distaste. maybe you could move seats tomorrow and mrs. campbell wouldn’t notice. you didn’t need to be around him and his basketball team buddies, sandwiched between them and the group of gossipmongers behind you. and especially not near him. you knew that his public acknowledgement of your existence meant that you became another person that hawkins high saw as prey to hunt and degrade at billy’s new command. and you really, didn’t want that to happen. you didn’t want to be popular, not by any means, but you couldn’t stand to be bullied as harshly as the band nerds or that one fantasy board game club. you felt like you needed to hide, shove yourself inside a locker so no one else could. was it too late in the year to get a complete schedule change? maybe change your name, too? 

the entire class you were on edge. everytime billy shifted or talked you felt your stomach drop and the need to clench your eyes shut, like you were expecting the fall on a rollercoaster that you definitely did not want to be on. you couldn’t comprehend why you cared so much. why you were so.. uneasy about him. it wasn’t just the consequences that could appear if you became one of billy’s inside jokes to his friends, but him as a whole. the way he walked, the way he talked to you that morning like your attraction to him was guaranteed, the way you could see his biceps flexing when he shed his leather jacket and placed it on the back of his chair. you hated that he was so.. hot. it was infuriating. he was dangerous. you could tell that the moment you saw him walking from his car. and for some goddamn reason, and as much as you would like to deny it and bury it deep, you were curious. 

but, nothing happened. that class ended after forty five extra long minutes, and for the first time in the school year, you had to finish your english work at home. you just couldn’t seem to focus for some odd reason. you knew that billy and his goons didn’t do any work, though. they just fooled around and made fun of people and talked about basketball, keith’s new hot babe, praising billy for his new found basketball skills, et cetera. and everytime billy whispered the first sound of your name in any word, your face shot up, ears sounding in carefully to their conversation, until you realized it was nothing and looked back down to your book.

the rest of the day, thankfully, went completely normal. lunch, your last three periods, and then you got to go home. it was a friday, and your parents always went to bed early, so you could do your homework and then watch tv until you decided to go to bed. maybe you could catch that new show miami vice cathy had been talking your ears off about.

well, that’s what you expected, but just as everything else in the day, it went exactly the opposite. cathy stopped you as you left the school, obviously determined to get her way. you could tell by the way she hurriedly walked to you, no bounce or giggle, just a “stern” face that still morphed into a grin.

“i am picking you up at 9, we are going to that party. got it?” she demanded, obviously set on her goal.

“but-“

“no buts! come onn, let’s have a little fun-! you’ve never been to laurie’s party’s, they are toootally bitchin.”

you sighed, your lips parting to protest more, but cathy had you figured out.

“you have little to no homework, it’s a friday, there is nothing to study for. AND,” she exclaimed, holding up a finger to emphasize her point, “there is going to be legit so many dudes there. like, fiinnneee ones.”

“i- i don’t have anything to wear,” you interjected, trying to come up with any excuse to get out of this. “it would be like.. hella embarrassing for you to show up with me, caths.”

“bullshit!” cathy laughed. “you are a total babe, trust me. just find something cute to wear, if you’re luckyy-“ she said, a little sing-songy. it made you chuckle. “it won’t be on you for long.”

“you’re trying to get me laid?” you laughed, beginning to walk to your school bus.

“yes! well, no, not just that- i just want you to take a chill pill and have fun, (y/n)!” cathy returned your laughter, her trying to be intimidating and demanding long gone. she was a good person. for sure a dumb blonde, but she wanted the best for you, and wasn’t ashamed of being friends with someone so unknown.

you stopped, sighing with a grin at her excitement and wholesome desperation.

“fine.”

cathy gasped happily, clapping her hands giddily.

“YAY!” she squealed. she then spent the rest of the walk to your bus giving you all the details, the vibe, who she was hoping to see there. and billy hargrove was never mentioned. a good sign.

she gave you a tight hug, whispering a thank you into your ear before playfully pushing you into the bus.

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cathy arrived at your door promptly at 9, holding true to her promise, making sure to honk her horn at least three times, as if telling you ‘there is no backing out now!’

you didn’t really intend to back out, but you were nervous. you couldn’t tell why, but your stomach felt like it was twisting and jumping in anticipation. to be honest, you had only been to one highschool party before, your sophomore year, and it was the lamest thing you’ve ever seen. you went with your then boyfriend, who didn’t make eye contact with you and was way too scared to hold your hand. there was no drinking, barely any music, just a pizza and a couple cokes. everyone just played board games the entire time, and then you were home by 11.

but you were playing in the big leagues this time. popular kids, including cathy, stoners, jocks, preps, all of those people. and you, the one that atleast 95% of the party couldn’t recall your name. you ended up wearing something that cathy would approve of, but still shield you from any unwanted attention- which was most attention. a pink dress and a denim jacket, and your black converse. cathy gave you her thumbs up of approval, and then you two sped away to laurie’s house. cathy sped through atleast three stop signs.

it was almost fully dark when you got there, that october moon shining over hawkins, reaching out her arms to hug you in comfort as you walked up to laurie’s door. cathy was tugging at your arm so forcefully you wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been pulled from the socket at your shoulder.

and as she pulled you up the steps, it was like she could smell your anxiety. she turned to you, placed her hands on your shoulders in an encouraging manner. she saw how your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes constantly shifting to anything but her, your hands fidgeting with eachother until one raised up to place a fingernail between your teeth.

“hey,” cathy said, grinning at you. “this will be the most fun you will ever had. promise.”

you just nodded, giving her a smile that definitely didn’t affirm your confidence. she rubbed your shoulder for a second, and then turned to the door and slamming her finger on the doorknob.

the door opened after a couple long seconds, cueing you to remove the hand from your face and plant them at your sides, swallowing nothing but the dryness in your throat. when the door swung open, no other but tommy fucking hagan stood there, leaning in the door way with a red solo cup in one of his hands. immediately you could hear music and voices blaring. laughs and yelling made a rick james song you didn’t know the name of barely audible, even though it was obviously at full volume. it was like the house was bouncing back and forth, up and down, shaking as high school bodies wondered around, danced, and participated in other drunk activities. his glare landed on cathy, giving her a small simper and a nod of his head in replace of a wave.

“hey caths. glad you could make it, henry’s out back,” he explained, way too calmly for your liking. you knew tommy from.. well, him being tommy. you knew him and steve harrington used to be friends, and you knew that tommy hagan was a capital D, Douchebag. everyone knew that he was apart of the posse that vandalized the theatre, and everyone knew that tommy was overall an asshole. you held your breath when his eyes shifted to you, looking you up and down, like he was judging you for entry.

“and who are you?”

seriously? you had been in school with him for like.. ever.

“uh- (y/n). (y/n) (l/n), we have history together,” you hurried out, refusing to make any eye contact with tommy, instead opting to look at cathy for help. “i can go if-“

“tommy, (y/n) is like.. my BFF forever, she’s super cool!” cathy, without you even asking, defended you against tommy’s instant judgements.

tommy nodded, pressing his lips together, “cool,” he said, simply. and then he moved to the side, allowing a pathway straight into the bullpen. it was pretty tame in terms of high school parties. basically exactly what you expected. drinking, dancing in ways that prom supervisors would disapprove of heavily, girls being tugged to rooms, guys wrestling for no reason but to prove their strength. cathy left you alone pretty early, basically as soon as you got in the house. she blew you a kiss, told you to have fun, and ran outside to go spend time with whatever that tool’s name was. 

so, you wandered around, got a coke can, found a couple of people to have very short talks to, and eventually you landed yourself in the kitchen. it was quiet there. it was just a guy holding ice to his forehead, a couple making out, two girls chatting and giggling, and now you. none of them acknowledged your presence. you sighed. you hate to admit it, but.. someone’s attention would have been very nice. to be noticed within a crowd of pretty girls and attractive guys, to have a spotlight on you for just a second. 

you leaned on the kitchen counter, taking a sip of your coke, looking around the kitchen and just zoning out. have you wasted your high school life? if you stuck with cathy, all day every day, would you have been invited to this party yourself, instead of being a plus one? did you rush everything? you wished that there were guidelines or a handbook to navigate hawkins high. one that told you how to feel like you belonged, one that told you how to not just survive. you wanted to rush back out to the living room-turned-dancefloor, but you just.. couldn’t bring yourself to do it, out of fear that your feet would catch aflame and everyone would stare at you, not helping to put you out, until they start laughing and pointing when you start rolling around and trying to get the fire off of your clothes. 

“hey.”

a familiar voice. a voice you had been unfortunately thinking about way too much that entire day. billy. god fucking damn it. you quickly snapped out of your thought train, blinking rapidly as your mind grounded back to reality, away from the flame in your imagination. 

“(y/n). i didn’t think i’d see you here,” billy remarked. he had changed clothes, too. a button up, half buttoned that proudly displayed his toned chest, and somehow an even tighter pair of black jeans. and again, that leather jacket you saw him wearing that day. he held two beer cans.

you shrugged, refusing to meet his eyes. you shifted a little, crossing your arms over your chest, like it would shield billy’s blaring gaze away from you. but you knew he was smirking, that stupid fucking smirk that made you want to slap him silly. without asking if he was welcome, or even considering if he was welcomed, billy leaned up against the counter right next to you, extending the beer can to you.

“here. i was gonna bring it to my buddy, but.. i found something a lot more interesting.” 

his words, no matter what they were, slid off of his tongue like velvet. he had to be a product of some sort of sorcery or something.

“no thanks. i don’t drink,” you stated, blankly, hugging yourself tighter. 

“aw, come on,” he snickered, refusing to move his hand. “too strong for you, sweetheart?”

“n-no, i just-”

“no?” he pushed back, raising an eyebrow. “you ever had somethin’ stronger than a beer?”

you paused, furrowing your eyebrows. “..yeah, yes i have,” you confirmed, turning your head to look at him finally, but still refusing to meet his eyes.

he didn’t say anything then, just held a challenging grin with the can still in his hand. you sighed and reluctantly took the can, knowing you couldn’t win. you would just pour it out after he left. but for now, you just took a sip, fighting so hard to keep your face from scrunching up in disgust. beer tasted awful, and it kind of burned your throat.

he nodded his head, his eyebrows raising with satisfaction. he was winning this. 

“watcha doin’ hiding in here all alone? waiting for someone to come find you?” he leaned his hand on the counter, just behind your back, to lean in closer to you. it was uncomfortable. even though he wasn’t even touching you, you felt like your skin was burning.

“no, i’m just.. taking a break.”

“riight, right, taking a break,” he joked. then, his eyes scanned you up and down, and you could feel every inch of your body itching, screaming at you to get up and leave. 

“you look fine as hell, (y/n). didn’t know if you were able to get out of that frumpy-nerd look,” billy chuckled. “dress kinda looks like you got it at GAP kids, though.”

you stopped, eyebrows furrowing even further, but this time with a different emotion as you processed his comment. did anyone ever tell this guy to shut up?  your mouth opened to speak, and then closed again, your words getting tangled on your tongue, and then opened again, and then closed again, and t-

“do you.. do you think that’s charming? like, does being a demeaning asshole really work?” you asserted, with a tone you didn’t know was possible from you. was it getting stuffy in here? it felt like there was ash filling your lungs. 

billy’s smirk fell from his face, slowly. he chewed his gum, and you heard the smacking between his teeth as his jaw set. he obviously didn’t like to be told no. he fell flat, for a while, having no words to respond with. you two engaged in a very intense staring contest for a while, both of you challenging, rather begging, the other to look away. 

to be honest, billy didn’t understand his feeling towards you either. you seemed so.. simple. boring. but the fact that you weren’t throwing yourself at him, even when he showed any sort of interest, frustrated him beyond belief. he got use to being able to flirt with any girl and her panties instantly dropping. he could figure out those girls, figure out a formula that worked every single time to get what he wanted and leave her wanting more. but he couldn’t figure you out. he saw you, just this morning, throwing a cigarette on the ground and smashing it with your shoe to hide anyone knowing of your habits. it made him wonder what else you were hiding, what else he could find by digging into you. and of course, he couldn’t deny, you looked.. amazing, at that party. so innocent, quiet, a contrast to the other girls wearing loud colors and hair that rivaled skyscrapers. it’s not that he found the other girls unattractive, they were all gorgeous, hot, but you were just.. something new. a challenge. 

“yeah. it does, usually, when they’re not a prude,” billy snarked. a quick transition from the charming facade he entered with. 

“i’m not- i’m not a prude, i’m not interested in you,” you argued, your tone gaining steadiness with your growing confidence, fueled by the need to beat this douchebag at his own game. because you weren’t his game, you weren’t something he could play and win. 

but then, his smirk returned. it was different this time, though. mischievous, scheming. his eyes darkened, you saw it, a storm washing over the blue ocean that swirled in his eyes. he set down his beer can, pushing himself off the counter. 

“not interested, yeah?” 

you nodded, pursing your lips together. you hugged yourself tighter. 

his eyes stared at you, waiting for you to meet them. you finally did, waiting for him to say something, do something, storm out and leave in shame and leaving you your victory. he just stared at you with that smirk for longer than you could tell.

slowly, like he was approaching a deer and didn’t want to scare it and run it off, he peeled the beer can out of your palm, setting it on the counter near his. 

his big hands floated to you, slipping between your denim jacket and your dress and landing against your waist, fingers digging into the pink fabric. 

“so.. you don’t care if i do this?” he challenged, his voice low.

you blinked, rapidly, breath picking up and your chest rising and falling quicker. you hoped he didn’t notice. 

he did.

“nope,” you huffed out, shaking your head. but that wasn’t enough. 

he pulled you towards him, away from the counter, so quickly that your hands ripped away from yourself and landed on his chest, one catching grip of his bare skin, and you swore your brain was spinning. 

you were close, so close that you could smell the beer and the smoke and the mint on his tongue. you felt the heavy, cool huffs of his nose on your face as he studied you and your expression, like he was waiting for your legs to give out and he would have to carry you to the nearest bedroom. but you didn’t. you just stood there, blinking. he saw you gulp, saw your jaw tense up and your eyes rip away from him, to the side and to the ceiling. he didn’t like that. so, he took your chin between his thumb and his pointer finger, anchoring your gaze to look at him.

“not interested, huh?” 

you just nodded. your mouth was dry. you guessed the beer took all moisture from your mouth down with it, and it wasn’t because of billy. of course not. you weren’t interested in him.

you felt his thumb lightly rubbing your chin. he was thinking. you saw his jaw set to the side, his tongue press against the roof of his mouth as he laughed. it made your stomach turn, made you flinch. 

“you’re not a good liar, you know that?” his eyebrows burrowed together in a condescending leer. 

“don’t lie to me, sweetheart. i know you wouldn’t want anything more..” he started, pulling you even closer to the heat of his body. his face hardened, sharp and heavy. “..than for me bend you over these counters, huh?”

your face was burning. your intuition was right, you were definitely going to be set on fire tonight. you felt like you were going to throw up and cry and.. rut against his leg and-

“barf me out, billy hargrove. i would never,” you snapped. your tongue betrayed you. they were stern words, for sure, but they sounded so weak, the protective layer of your skin breaking down. 

billy let out a little gasp, taunting you. “never? that’s a long time, (y/n),” he chuckled darkly. 

billy then leaned in, pulling your face to his, until your lips were almost grazing. and then he swerved to the side, lifting your chin up so he could reach your ear, so close to the point you could feel every sound vibration his voice made. 

“you’ll be on your knees for me in no time,” he muttered. it made you shiver, and he took note of that. you couldn’t tell if it was his words or the dark tone of his voice. he let his lips linger against your skin, making sure to let them make slight contact with the soft skin of your jaw, before slowly pulling away from your face with an overly conceited smile. he studied you and your features, even being as cocky as to glance down the top of your dress, before he let go of you.

and he was gone. 

you had already given him your name, and now he could lure and enchant you.  and you realized, within seconds, you quickly became billy’s prey. but definitely not the kind you expected yourself to be. 

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JADE! Congrats on 1K!!! As a treat, can we have NFWMB (Hozier) smut with Jimin and either brat or dom!reader? PM sent for age verification <3

me, rubbing my hands together like a mischievous lil raccoon upon receiving this. you get me, anon. tbh i’m not going to track the word count, so this may very well be way longer than a drabble should be 😂 this is going to be in jimin’s pov due to the nature of the lyrics. also it’s in present tense, which i literally never do!

listen here.

cw: SMUT (18+ - minors dni or you’re grounded!) body worshipping, unprotected sex, domme!reader, sub!jimin, thigh riding, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, orgasm denial, mild degradation, cockwarming, masturbation (f,) jimin is p obsessed with you so you can decide for yourself whether it’s a toxic relationship dynamic or he’s just v deep in sub space & completely in love.

if i was born as a blackthorn tree / i’d wanna be held by you / felled by you / fuel the pyre of your enemies

When Jimin walks into the bedroom, you’re sitting at the small, velvet stool in front of your vanity. One elbow rests daintily on the ivory top. The fingers of that adjoining hand hold dark waves back at your ear. You don’t look up, or otherwise acknowledge his presence, but he can’t blame you.

He wouldn’t take his eyes of you, either.

The diamond earrings he bought for you swing ever-so-slightly with your subtle movements. Catching the light emanating from the mirror’s frame, they send a flurry of sparkling, soft white across the expanse of your neck. It twinkles up to the curve of your jaw, now even sharper with your chin angled just so towards your reflection.

Your eyes eventually flicker over to study him through the glass. He doesn’t need to see it to know it; he feels your gaze burning white hot on his skin. No, he was too preoccupied with your other hand - the one holding that tube of Russian Red, swiping it slowly and expertly over your plush lips.

Do you know? Do you have any idea of the power you hold? Not just over him, but anywhere - any time. One look from you could very well split the Earth into pieces; level the entire city. And if you ever did, he’d lay his body down over the cracks like a bridge to give you safe passage through the rubble.

There’s a small twitch at the corner of your perfect mouth that tells him yes, you absolutely know what effect you have on him. Any doubts he may have had drop dead at his feet when you your eyes trail downward from his face to the erection making itself known behind the grey fabric of his slacks.

“Is it really that easy?” Your laugh is pure ice, but it scorches all the same. He swallows hard - he has no response - and then you coo at him, “Poor baby. It must hurt to want me this badly, huh?”

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

It aches.

But nothing he could think of to say would matter much at all. All he wanted was whatever you did, even if that meant he wouldn’t spend a second inside of you.

He’d light himself on fire to keep you warm.

When you unexpectedly stand from your seat, your hair spills over your bare shoulder. The thin strap of your dress - the one you’ll ask him to tighten, he’s sure, when you’re done with him - follows suit off the edge.

You turn to face him and you may as well have turned him to stone. Waiting so patiently for direction, he’ll go wherever you want him to. Your side, outside, straight to hell.

“Then lay down, pretty baby,” you gesture to the nearby bed with a manicured finger. Your nails are sharp, matching the glint in your eye. “Rest that empty head on the pillows.”

He’s too eager.

Has he ever moved so quickly?

When your directive has been carried out to the letter, he blinks up at you. Not expectant, but confused.

Why are you still so far away?

“Aren’t you coming, love?” He asks shyly, truly afraid that you’ll say no. It sounds more like a whine than a question, but for you, he’s never been too proud to beg.

You’re sauntering over to him when you reply and the wickedness of your smirk stings, “I intend to.” Carefully, you hike up the hem of your dress and climb atop the mattress. You settle with one leg on either side of his slightly bent knee. “Jury’s still out on you, though.”

His entire body shudders when your palms press against his abdominal muscles, smoothing up the fabric of his white button-up only to slide back down again. As you paralyze him with your touch, you swirl your hips against his thigh.

Fuck.

You lean in and whisper with red lips hovering close to his ear, “There’s nothing between my cunt and your trousers.” You exhale intoxicating heat against his skin as you grind against him a second time. “I’m wet enough to ruin them, baby. Can you feel it?”

His whole body jolts when you do it again, this time with your teeth nicking his lobe. Your pointed acrylic nails rake down his neck as his head lulls back.

Fuck.

“I said -“ you press yourself down more forcefully onto his thigh. His muscle tenses involuntarily underneath you; the dampened fabric chills his impossibly warm skin. You continue pleasuring yourself as you repeat between heavy breaths, “Can you feel it?”

The stain your arousal is leaving on his thigh matches the spot of pre-cum seeping through the crotch of his slacks. A helpless whimper flees from his mouth as you fuck yourself faster against his taut quadricep. Your knee just barely brushes against his cock, but it’s touch enough to make him stammer, “Y-yes.”

Without thinking, he releases the duvet he’s clinging to and brings his hands to rest on your bare legs. At this, you raise your own hand and grip his flushed cheeks, pushing his lips into a pathetic pout and guiding him to sit upright. “Oh, my beautiful, brainless boy - do you want to touch me?”

Breathless and at a loss for words, all he can give is a frantic nod. To touch you is all he ever wants; to worship like a dog at your altar; to give you his best and all the rest of him, too. You could have his still-beating heart if you gave him a moment to pry it from his chest. You had his soul wrapped around your finger already.

“You want to taste me,” you moan with your whole, heaving chest as your feverish pace slows. It isn’t a question because you already know the answer. You then stop your movements entirely and the sudden stillness is jarring - until your hands push hard against his chest. As his head hits the pillows, you smirk at his startled gasp, “Then don’t waste a drop.”

You grip the bottom of your dress with one hand and shimmy it up to be held at your waist. Simultaneously, you use your other hand to steady yourself.

You ascend over him easily until your knees rest at either side of his head. Even without your core pressed at his mouth - or your thighs squeezing tight against his head - he struggles to catch his breath.

He wasn’t asked for his thoughts, but they spill out anyway. He couldn’t keep them to himself, not when the glistening slick above him made his mouth water. It was a whisper - no, a prayer: “You’re perfect, every part of you. Please, baby, let me taste you.”

When you graciously oblige and begin to lower yourself onto him, he sucks in a breath. He doesn’t care if he suffocates, but he refuses to disappoint you.

His tongue finds your clit easily, and he greets it with little kitten licks while his hands slide up your naked thighs to grip your hips. Gently, he pulls you even closer; any distance - even microscopic - is too much to bear.

He feels you shiver, hears your faint mewl when his lips encircle that swollen bud of nerves. You gasp at the pressure of his suckling mouth; and you grind against the tip of his tongue as it flicks slowly over his target.

Thighs clenching against his head, you jolt when he releases your clit with an obscene, wet pop. And when the flat of his insatiable tongue laps up your arousal, you hiss through gritted teeth, “I knew there had to be a purpose for that fucking mouth. Not completely useless, huh? Are you my little fuck toy, baby?”

His eager reply darts from between his lips, through yours, and penetrates your hole. You gasp at the intrusion and sink further down onto him whether or not you mean to. He doesn’t mind; you could crush him and his last breath would be spent thanking you for it.

Every time the tip of his tongue enters you, it flips a switch. If he keeps going, he knows, your climax will rip through you like a power surge. Crackling, electrifying, and paralyzing.

Your shuddered moans increase in frequency while the pace of your writhing intensifies. He wants you to unravel into his open mouth. His dutiful ministrations, interrupted only by brief gasps for air, tell you as much.

The cry that rings out when you orgasm hits him like a thunder clap. It rumbles through his bones and unsettles every already-dizzy part of him further. He doesn’t let up until you decide that you can’t take his continued assault anymore.

Pulling yourself off him, you press up on your knees only to sit back against his chest. His gaze can’t decide between your sodden cunt as it drips onto his shirt, or your flushed face. In the end, it’s the painted lips that win.

If he had to kill a man just to kiss you, someone wiser would have to talk him out of doing so.

You reach backwards once you catch your breath and then you catch his swollen dick in your hand. You squeeze suddenly, firmly - but not cruelly - and he bucks against your touch.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Do you deserve a reward?” Your tone is innocent but the tilt of your head and your patronizing doe eyes paint a different picture. He doesn’t know how to traverse this minefield without losing a limb, so he says nothing.

You squeeze him tighter and he can’t keep from groaning, thrusting his head back against the pillow, screwing his eyes shut.

You perfect, torturous thing. How did you end up in this bed with him, so far from heaven? Did you fall like Lucifer, you beautiful devil?

His eyes fly open when your presence on his chest disappears. When they re-focus, you’re shifting backwards down the length of his torso, stopping to loom over his pelvis. His cock twitches, so acutely aware of its proximity to you.

You say nothing as you undo his belt. You stay silent when you slide it through the loops of his slacks and cast it aside. When you address his button and zipper, all he hears is his pulse hammering in his ears.

The warmth of your fingertips only graces him briefly - in the moment before you sink down onto his length without hesitation. He moans loudly when you bottom out in an instant, velvet walls gripping tight.

The only move you make is to slip your hand between your spread legs. Your middle finger swirls over your clit, but you’re otherwise still with his cock buried deep in your wet heat.

He’s throbbing inside you despite it all; he aches so badly for friction you won’t share. It’s just you, the pad of your fingertip, and the gaze you have handcuffed to his.

Your eyes struggle to remain open as your nimble finger inches you closer to your next orgasm. All he can do is watch as your lids flutter shut. Withstand the way your cunt squeezes him tighter and tighter.

Feeling you come around him would’ve been enough for him to follow you off that ledge, but mere moments before he could catch up, you quickly slide off of him.

Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts to love you enough to let you slip away like this.

His parted mouth fails to keep his whimpering breaths a secret. Your hand - still wet with your own juices - returns to his face. There you capture his jaw in the space between your thumb and index finger.

When you lean in with puckered lips, he thinks you might finally kiss him. Please, for the love of god, just kiss him. And you do, but not where he craves it.

You slink away, leaving devastation on his face and a bright red stain on his crisp, white collar. With satisfaction twinkling in your eyes, you hum, “There. Ain’t you my baby?”

He is, he is, he is, he is.

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Okay! Finally got this done (focused on a lot of other things but I did not forget). This is the 9th prompt that @sehfi asked for (it is not letting me @ you love tumblr it's great)

Promise I'm still workin on these y'all just a bit slow going alskdjf

anyway have more dads

Raising an infant who was still relatively half turtle, maybe just a little less—approximately 43.7% according to Donnie—made it very different from raising a typical baby. Any advice they got was usually from Splinter, who raised four of these kids once, and anything Splinter couldn’t answer, Jason and Donnie would put their heads together to figure it out. 

For example, as Splinter warned them early on, the turtle gene kinda destroys the whole immobile to crawling to walking phases. Holly could crawl pretty much a day after she was born, and she got proficient at it. Jason sometimes felt bad that her “room” at present was a giant decked out tank. But given her size at the time—she fit in his palm for crying out loud—it became a necessity. Heaven knew where she’d end up if they let her wander free. 

But when she got bigger—at least big enough that Jason held her with two hands—she was allowed to scurry about the apartment with minimal supervision. And scurry she did. Any room that wasn’t closed was immediately explored. She crawled under furniture, into crevices, up a few shelves, and somehow onto the kitchen counter once. 

Jason asked Splinter if his boys ever did this. Despite the fur on his face, it was easy to imagine him sweating when he said yes. Just imagine keeping up with four of them in a sewer of all places. He assumes it's why his hair went grey so fast. 

And if she could get around like this on all fours, well, Jason dreaded what would happen when she figured out the whole bipedal thing and her hands were much more free. 

At a year and a half, Holly figured that out. Longer than usual for most babies but considering she could navigate so well on four legs, the transition to two wasn’t nearly as pressing. Evidently the motivator was trying to climb up to the table to get to the freshly fried shrimp Donnie or Jason would leave on the table. 

And, like Jason suspected, the trouble only increased.

If only he bothered to realize that her scampering around on two legs wasn’t the only concern when it came to her getting bigger. 

“Get back here!” Jason shouted after his daughter. 

Donnie laughed and encouraged Holly to run off with the big bag of fruit snacks. Damn his husband for not helping. The last thing they needed was her ripping into that package and eating herself sick, because that is something she did on the regular. And Jason would clean up the puke nine times out of ten because Donnie would get way to squeamish with it. 

Also those were his fruit snacks. 

Holly giggled as she took off down the apartment hallway toward her room, the bag crinkling as she went. Jason began to catch up, only for an arm to catch him by the stomach.

“Donnie!” He immediately snapped and tried to thrash out of the turtle’s grip. “Let go.”

“No way, she deserves a head start.”

“She is going to eat those and get sick.”

“Relax.” Donnie pulled him closer. “Let her have some fun.” 

Jason didn’t stop trying to wiggle free. “You’re going to say that until she steals your snacks. Now let go.” 

Donnie lightly shook him back and forth, teasing. 

“Quit it.” Jason snapped. “Quit it or I’ll bite.”

“How do you know I won’t be into that?”

“I know for a fact you are not into that, Donnie.” 

Jason felt the breath on the back of his neck before Donnie’s sharp teeth gently brushed over the skin. “Bite me and I’ll bite you.” 

Jason quit struggling but turned his head to glare. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” 

Donnie shrugged. “If you insist.” He sat on the floor, arm still tightly wrapped around Jase’s middle. 

Jason didn’t get a warning besides that when he felt Donnie nip at his ear. He jumped and fought to hold back his laugh. “Hey. Knock it off.” 

“Nah.” He bit his earlobe next, then trailed down his neck. They were all gentle, only enough to tickle, and that was possibly the worst part about it.

“Donnie!” Jason squeaked and tried to tug away. “You’re making me ticklish.” 

“A successful distraction.” 

“Oh yeah?” Jason managed to say despite another nip to his shoulder. He saw Holly leaning out of the door to her room. The fruit snacks were gone, but it was doubtful she’d eaten them. Perhaps she couldn’t open the bag. Or maybe Jason’s laughter caught her attention. Anytime she saw her dads having fun she just had to join in somehow. 

Donnie blew a raspberry against the back of Jason’s neck. He burst out laughing again. 

Holly scurried over—on all fours this time—her eyes wide and curious. 

“Ah, the criminal returns.” Jason held out a hand for her. “Where did your spoils go, ma’am?” 

Holly took his hand. Her four little fingers held onto his. She stared at it, then at her dads, then at his hand again. 

Then she giggled, opened her mouth wide, and bit him. 

The pain hit, hard, but thankfully it was still dulled enough by shock that Jason didn’t rip his hand away, which would have made everything worse. He just stared at his daughter, who still had her mouth on the part where his thumb meets his palm. 

“Uh,” Donnie said. “Is that—”

Jason saw the drop of red start to slide down his skin. Holly stared at him, clearly confused. Then her face twisted in disgust and she pulled back, smacking her now red lips. 

Oh, that was a lot of blood.

“Okay!” Donnie immediately scooped Jason up and carried him into the kitchen. Jason held his hand under the sink for a moment, letting water run over the injury and oh that made it sting twice as bad. As soon as he pulled it back Donnie pressed a spare dish towel over the injury. 

“Sit. Sit.” Donnie gave the demand before he simply picked Jason up again and plopped him into the kitchen chair. “I’m calling Leo.” 

“Donnie, I doubt it’s so bad—”

“Calling Leo.” He announced and walked out of the room. 

Jason pouted, but kept pressure on the injury. He heard Donnie speaking on the phone, and then Holly’s concerned whines. After a few minutes, his husband returned and carefully sat her on the counter as he worked on cleaning out her mouth. Holly protested at first, a few sharp whines and even a scream, but eventually relented. 

It was during this that Jason actually realized just how big her teeth had gotten. Not something you think about with how fast kids grow. 

Leo flashed into the apartment with a portal, a med kit tucked under his arm. 

“Man, where is it this time?” The slider already cracked a few jokes as he approached the table. “Is your daughter going to give you a scar to match the one Donnie gave you?”

“Not funny, Nardo.” Donnie snapped and picked Holly up. She clearly wanted down, waving her arms and reaching towards the floor and then towards Jase, but he didn’t loosen his grip. 

“Sorry, I’m going to make fun of that until we all die.” Leo kept grinning as he rolled his eyes. “Come on, let’s see the damage.” 

Jason let Leo work, keeping his eyes on his daughter rather than the injury in question. He didn’t really want to know how deep it was. Seeing stuff like that would still remind him of that nasty injury he got on his leg years ago. Despite how much time had passed, anything that made him think he was back in that storage room made his breathing halt. 

“Thankfully not bad enough for stitches, but you’re gonna wanna keep this clean and avoid moving your hand too much or you’ll reopen it. Hope you don’t mind some tight bandages.” Leo said before stretching out some medical tape and getting to work. 

With everything properly wrapped up, Leo stowed his supplies away and stood. “There, let me know if anything weird happens with it. As for you.” He turned toward his niece and tapped her on the nose. “Watch your chompers.”

Her answer to that bit of advice was to open her mouth and try to nip at Leo’s finger.

“Hah, apparently not.” The slider kept smiling. “Cya Tuesday Donnie.” 

“Yeah, thanks Nardo.” Donnie called after his twin as he vanished through another portal.

Jason sighed and stood. He walked over to Holly and reached out for her, but she opened her mouth again and he retreated.

She really didn’t like that, her whine shifting into tears and a wail.

“Whoa, whoa.” Donnie shifted his grip so she was laying in the crook of his elbow instead. “What’s wrong?” 

Jason frowned as he watched her. He reached out again and the tears slowed, but once again when his hand got close enough she opened her mouth. He didn’t let go, but he moved his hand away, and once again she got frustrated.

“Wait,” Jason said. “She probably thinks it’s a game.”

Donnie blinked at him. “Huh?”

“You were playfully biting me and we were laughing. She probably thinks it’s a game but she doesn’t realize how hard she’s biting.”

“Oooooh.” Donnie carefully lifted her up so she was at eye level. “Holly. No no on the biting.” He snapped his teeth again. “Yes yes with this.” He gently smooched her head. 

Holly still didn’t completely get no and yes sometimes. She knew what the words meant, of course, but sometimes it was harder to explain specifically what about her actions were a no-no. 

Thankfully even at this age she was pretty good at mirroring, so sometimes it was just a matter of repeating a behavior until it stuck. In fact, Donnie repeated himself a few times, showing the actions again. Then he shifted her around so she faced Jason.

He reached out for his daughter again. He let her take his hand. But this time instead of opening her mouth she instead pressed the bottom half of her face against it. She didn’t exactly give him a kiss. More like she just pressed her lips together and blew out some air. 

Jason snorted, then laughed. 

Her face lit up and she repeated the motion a few times.

“Okay, okay.” He took her in her arms. “Don’t do that too much. It’s so cute I might throw up.” 

“No, no, keep going.” Donnie pulled out his phone. “I need a video.” 

Holly giggled, still repeating the motion over and over again. Who knew how long it would take for her to get tired for it. 

Oh well, he could tolerate it. Her delight made the lingering pain in his hand more than worth it.

#scribbly fics #jasonnie #rottmnt #Donnie doesn't always call Leo for med stuff #only if he thinks it might be bad enough #cause Leo's generally steadier with it #not the first time Leo's treated this kind of injury either lmao lmao lmao #won't be the last either #I sent a friend a blip where Holly bites Donnie when she's older #(he tried to grab her when they were having a typical father daughter disagreement and she didn't think) #anyway that one DID need stitches #I got another one of these just as I finished this haha #am glad

[padfootastic]

v self indulgent sirius-spoiling-harry fluff. eternal credit to dr grey for the ‘babe’ that i cannot stop using now.

x

“You spoil him too much,” Molly Weasley stated in not-very-mild disapproval one day.

Sirius followed the direction of her pointed look, seeing Harry unwrap the top-of-the-line broomstick he’d bought him the other day, a smile automatically blooming at the joy on his godson’s face. There was no special occasion, the Firebolt was still in perfect working occasions (not that that was a surprise—Sirius had seen how meticulously Harry took care of it) but he’d seen it in Diagon and immediate bought it on the spot. Merlin knew he didn’t need an excuse to give gifts to Harry and this was no difference. Why shouldn’t he have the best on the market?

Of course, some people didn’t understand that impulse.

“Yes, and?” he replied after a brief pause, not looking away from Harry, who was now reverently running his fingers over the sleek brown wood.

“That’s not good for a child, Sirius,” Molly chided and Sirius had to work to keep the frustration off his face.

“I’ve twelve years of neglect to make up for, I’m sure a few gifts here and there won’t make a lick of difference to Harry’s character.”

“You don’t know that. Kids need to have boundaries and taught restraint, otherwise they’ll get out of hand.”

Sirius’ fist clenched at her words. He knew it wasn’t her intention but his mind immediately went to his own childhood, when ‘boundaries’ and ‘restraint’ were some of his parents’ favourite words. Being a Black came with many restrictions, more so than people could probably imagine, and there was a reason he was thoroughly sick of following rules by the time he came to Hogwarts.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said tightly, with no intentions of ever doing so. But this wasn’t the place to start a fight, nor did he want to, so biting his tongue it was.

Molly humphed as if she didn’t believe him (big surprise there) but thankfully, didn’t say anything.

Sirius took the opportunity to get out of there, not even sure how he’d ended up beside her in the first place, and went straight to Harry.

“You like it, then?” he asked, as if he couldn’t see the answer for himself.

“Sirius!” Harry exclaimed, cheeks flushed with happiness, “I love it! But you didn’t have to—The Firebolt still flies wonderfully—“

“Uh uh,” Sirius cut in with a wagging finger, “That doesn’t mean you can’t also have this one. It just means you have two excellent brooms to fly on instead of one, s’all.”

Harry bit his lip, clearly torn between wanting to protest some more but also accepting the gift. The latter won out, though, because he carefully placed the broom back in its box before launching himself at Sirius.

Sirius wrapped his own arms around the boy with a muttered ‘oof’ at the force, pressing a quick kiss to his messy hair.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, you’re the best,” Harry chanted, voice a bit muffled from where he was buried against Sirius’ neck, puffs of warm air hitting his skin as he spoke.

“Hey, now, I’m your godfather, yeah? That means it’s my duty to give you anything your little heart desires,” Sirius teased.

He could feel more than see his godson shrugging and leaned back a little so he could see Harry’s face. His slightly bright eyes were fixed on a point just above Sirius’ collarbones, and he was very determinedly not looking up.

“Harry?” he asked softly, one hand cupping the side of his face, thumb grazing his cheekbone.

“It’s just—I’m not used to—No one ever—,” he broke off in frustration, a scowl forming on his face. Sirius used his thumb to smooth out the lines on his brow before he spoke.

“You’re too young for all those wrinkles, babe,” he joked lightly, “Leave it to old men like me, huh?”

“You’re not old,” was the immediate response, thought it sounded more instinctive than anything and Sirius just felt unbearably fond of his kid in that moment. Feeling conflicted and still trying to make Sirius feel better.

No, a gift (or two…hundred) certainly wouldn’t make a difference.

#sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #look a successful drabble!!! #ik molly always ends up being the scapegoat but i cannot help it #she’s ripe for this kind of stuff lol #i’m just a fan of harry being spoiled and sirius being his overindulgent self ykno? #i am in a Mood today. not the good kind. #but atleast we’ve got h&s fluff in the meantime? #tumblr works #pen’s writing

[professorrw]

GN! Y/n who speaks russian, randomly talking to Nat or Bucky in Russian while glaring at someone else. "Why are we speaking Russian?" "Need to make it look like I'm crap-talking Steve." Also, may I be 👽 anon, if you do anons?

so so sorry it's taken so long to answer this!! I'm still trying to catch up with my requests 😭 and yes, you can be alien anon!

marvel masterlist

Title: Father Figure

Pairing: gender neutral reader x platonic Steve Rogers

Warnings: parent/child type of relationship, spoilers for Avengers Endgame, mentions of death

A/N: Requests open, check my request rules and who I write for that’s linked on my navigation! My taglist is open and I would love it if you would like, comment, and reblog!

You strolled over to Bucky and Natasha, glaring at Steve through the corner of your eye.

“What’s that look for?” Natasha asked.

“Not now,” you said in Russian. “Just talk to me.”

“In Russian?” Bucky raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes.”

“And why are we speaking Russian?” Nat asked.

“I need to make it seem like I’m trash talking Steve.” You continued to glare at the Captain, who was stealing glances at you while he talked to Banner.

“Not this again,” Bucky sighed. He was of course going to be on Steve’s side about everything. “You can’t just ignore him every single time he scolds you.”

“I- ugh. I know,” you said, switching back to English.

“Y/n he just wants you to succeed. He took you in as his student and wants to teach you.” Natasha was right. Steve was just trying to help you. You were one of the youngest super soldiers that had been created and you were lucky to be rescued by the Avengers.

“Listen kid, don’t be so hard on him. He’s doing his best.” Bucky patted you on the shoulder and gave you an expectant look. You groaned but turned to go talk to Steve.

As soon as you had turned in his direction his eyes were on you. Bruce followed his line of sight and also saw you coming over, told Steve a quick goodbye and let you two be.

“Y/l/n,” the Captain said. He crossed his arms and waited for you to say something.

“Look I’m- I’m sorry I keep causing trouble.”

He sighed, “It’s alright. I’m sorry I was so harsh on you. But you know I wish you focused more and weren’t always trying to goof off when we’re training. You have so much potential y/n, and I want to see it go to good use.”

“I know, I know. I’ll try harder,” you conceded.

And that you did. Years later you would be grateful for how much hope Steve had in you, and his unrelenting will to make you the best you could be, not only combat-wise, but better as a person too. He was your role model, and after years of being under his wing, you started to think of him as a father figure. You never planned on telling him that, too embarrassed to admit it.

The world had other plans though. The final battle with Thanos ended with multiple casualties, leaving the Avengers, and the rest of the world grieving. You were never much of a religious person but you prayed to God before that fight that Steve would make it out.

You stood beside Bucky, watching as Steve stepped onto the machine that would take him through time to return the Infinity Stones.

“Ready to go,” Steve said.

“Alright.” Banner pressed some buttons and after a countdown, Steve disappeared. You waited for a few seconds, looking at Bucky and Sam.

“Where is he?” Bucky asked.

“I- I don’t-“ then you saw someone. You walked a few yards over to a bench where there was a man sitting. “Steve…?”

“Hello y/n,” he said. It was indeed Steve, just much older. His large muscles were gone, his skin hung and creased, and his hair was grey. He patted the spot next to him on the bench.

“What happened?” you asked, worried that the machine had malfunctioned. If it did, he didn’t seem too mad about it. In fact, he seemed happy.

“You see, I owed someone a dance,” he said, smiling fondly as he looked at nothing in particular.

“Peggy?” you asked. You had heard of her; Steve’s lost love from years ago.

He nodded. A few seconds later he reached down to a brown circular bag. “I have something for you.”

“Steve…” you said, trailing off when you realized what it was. It was his shield in pristine condition.

“I want you to have this. I think you’re ready.” He looked at you, old grey eyes crinkling at the corners and a wide smile on his face.

“I- I couldn’t possibly-“ you stuttered. Steve was asking you to become the next Captain America. You had been training beneath him for years and doing missions with the Avengers but you couldn’t take his place.

“Y/n yes you can. I want you to. You are ready. There will be people that oppose this but I’ll help you for as long as I can before I’m gone.”

Your nose burned and your eyes watered. When he’s gone, you thought. Your bottom lip quivered a little bit. The only father figure that you ever really had, and he was talking about dying. He was old now. He went back and lived the life he always wanted. You couldn’t fault him for that. He of all people deserved it.

His eyes were shiny as he opened his arms, welcoming you. “C'mon kid.”

You hugged him, breathing in the familiar scent of Captain America. He rubbed your back, “You got this.”

A few months went by and you kept constant contact with Steve, spending as much time with him as possible. A few days before he died you were sitting in his home eating lunch.

“I told Peggy about you,” he said.

“Really?”

“Mhm. We never had kids of our own so I told her about you. I know you aren’t biologically my kid but-“

You cut him off, “Steve I always thought of you as a father figure to me. I never had one growing up and then you found me and mentored me for eight years of my life. You’re always there for me… scolding me.”

”Hey now, sometimes you need it,” he chuckled.

“I know, I know.”

“You’ve grown up to be a great person y/n. I know you’ll do terrific things for the world.”

“I promise I will.”

That was the last meaningful conversation you had with Steve. Steve had left an impression on you that would last a lifetime. He had left an impression on the entire world.

#professorrw #fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marveloneshot #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers captain america #avengers #avengers fic #marvel fanfic #captain america x you #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america oneshot #platonic #avengers x platonic reader #platonic x reader #gender neutral #reader insert #platonic steve rogers x reader #natasha romanov #bucky barnes #avengers endgame

[i-have-not-slept]

Malectober Day 27: Time

This chapter is set twenty years after Queen of Air and Darkness.

Magnus snuggled deeper into the couch cushions, trying to focus on his book. It was slipping towards evening, and he was waiting for Alec to come home. Now that their kids were grown up, none of them lived at home any more, and the apartment felt very empty when Alec wasn’t there. 

Magnus heard the sound of his boots on the stairs and grinned. He dropped his book and ran to the door. It was a competition between the two of them— who could get the door open first when Alec came home. Toda, Magnus swung it open seconds before Alec did. He grinned at his husband, framed in the dim light of the stairwell. “I win.” Magnus said breathlessly, and Alec smiled at the sight of him and leaned in for a kiss. 

 Alec’s skin was cold from the evening air. His mouth curved against Magnus’s in a smile. 

Magnus pulled away from Alec. “How was your day?’

“Good.” Alec was smiling at him, but there was a slight undercurrent of tension in his expression. “I need to talk to you.”

Magnus blinked, then nodded. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” Alec brushed his lips against Magnus’s forehead, then guided him further into the living room. He took a deep breath. “The election for a new Consul is coming up.”

Magnus nodded. Elections for the position of Consul were held in the Clave every ten years. Alec had been elected twenty years ago — Magnus could hardly believe he’d been Consul for twenty years — and he had been nominated and won again ten years ago. “Are you worried you won’t win again?” he asked, half-teasing. 

“That’s the thing.” Alec said. His blue eyes were firm with resolve. “I’m not running again. I’m stepping down.”

Magnus blinked at him. He couldn’t say this came as a total surprise, but he hadn’t expected Alec to be quite so sure about it. “Are you sure?”

Alec nodded. “Yes.”

“Is it because you think you won’t be elected again?” Magnus asked. “Because they love you— you’d definitely win. Or if this is about you thinking you’re not good enough, I can tell you that is so not true, because-”

“It’s not any of that.” Alec told him. “I don’t want to be the Consul anymore.” 

“Can I ask why?” Magnus asked tentatively. 

“There’s a few reasons.” Alec said. He squared his shoulders, and Magnus could tell he was gearing up for some sort of confession. He studied his husband’s face. There were a few lines around Alec’s eyes these days, and a touch of grey in his hair and beard. But he was still every bit as beautiful as the day Magnus had met him. More beautiful even, because the Alec that stood in front of him now was so much happier, confident and better-adjusted than the scared boy he’d once been. Magnus waited for Alec to speak.

“It’s been twenty years.” Alec went on. “That’s a long time, and it’s been so good….but I’m tired, Magnus. And I feel….” He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Twenty years is a long time for one person to be in charge. It’s time for a change. I’ve done everything I wanted to, and more, and it’s time for someone else to take over.”

Magnus waited. Alec clearly wasn’t done speaking, and he had the look on his face he got when he wanted to say something very romantic to Magnus, but couldn’t quite find the words. Magnus loved that look. Alec reached out and cupped his cheek, and Magnus leaned into his touch.

“And also,” Alec murmed, “I want to spend more time with you. You’ve stood beside me for so long— made so many sacrifices—”

“I haven’t regretted a second of it.” Magnus said instantly.

“I know.” Alec said. “But I also know it hasn’t been easy on you.” His other hand cupped Magnus’s face. “I want to just be with you. Give back to you. I love you, Magnus, and I’m so— I’m so grateful.”

Magnus’s heart twisted with love. “What did you have in mind?” 

“I was thinking— traveling somewhere. An extended vacation. Now the kids don’t live at home— we could go off somewhere together. Just us.” 

Warmth spread through Magnus’s chest. “Where to?”

Alec caught his waist, spinning them in a circle. “Anywhere and everywhere you want.”

Magnus laughed and wrapped his arms around Alec’s neck. “Yes. Yes, that sounds absolutely perfect. You’re perfect.” He kissed Alec again, reveling in the taste of him,the scratch of his beard against Magnus’s cheek, before pulling back to look at him. “It’ll be a big change, you know. Having a different Consul.” He could barely imagine it himself— Alec had held the position so long. There was  an entire generation of young Shadowhunters who had never known any Consul but Alec. It would be a big change for the entire Shadow world.

Alec nodded. “I know. But it’s the right thing to do.” 

Magnus smiled at him again. Alec was looking at him with such a mixture of gratitude and understanding and deep, deep love that it quite took Magnus’s breath away. All of a sudden, he saw the future stretching out before them, like a bolt of shimmering silk. He’d had twenty-five years with Alec already, with many more to come. Surely no one had ever been this lucky. 

Magnus threaded his hands through Alec’s hair, pulling him closer. “If you really wanted to focus on me more… well, there’s no time like the present.”

Alec’s eyes gleamed. He kissed Magnus again, his hands sliding under Magnus’s shirt, leaving tendrils of fire in his wake. Magnus melted into his arms, rejoicing in Alec, in the promise of the years to come, in all the time they had yet to spend together.

tagging @khaleesiofalicante cause I know you like bearded Alec stuff 👀

#malectober #malectober 2022 #malectober22 #malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #alec lightwood bane #magnus lightwood bane #consul alec lightwood #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #cassandra clare #tmi #the mortal instruments #tec #the eldest curses #malec fic #they’re married your honor #future fic #can you tell i like writing older alec #silver fox vibes for the win

[nirikeehan]

You asked me for some more hideous shit so: Thalia & Samson, Hozier prompts, ❛ just put your sweet lips on my lips. we should just kiss like real people do. ❜

Thank you for allowing me to commit this atrocity.

Pairing with this prompt also from you tho honestly idk if this is gonna count as fluff. 😅

This will probably be the next chapter of In Love and War. Shoutout to @little--abyss for making me feel extra normal about Samson tonight.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1611

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The garland of bruises decorated Samson’s neck in speckles of grey and yellow. Thalia found it difficult to look away, knowing each one was the exact length of Cullen’s fingers. 

“So, m’lady? Did you bring ‘em?” 

The attempt on his life had done nothing to temper Samson’s swagger. He sat in a chair by the narrow infirmary window, leaning back so that only two legs touched the floor. The healers had cleared and converted the store room just for him, their high value prisoner. Samson now enjoyed a private room that locked, with the only window in the entire second floor of the infirmary — to keep him in, on parchment, anyway. To keep people who wished to do him harm out, as well. People like the Inquisition’s commander. 

Thalia took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. She watched Raleigh Samson lounge before her, one foot braced against the windowsill, arms crossed behind his head, watching her with hooded grey eyes. He looked better, she estimated, bruises be damned. Though better was a relative word for someone dying of red lyrium toxicity. 

“Yes. I have them.” From her rucksack she produced the tin of tobacco in one hand, the bag of rolling papers in another. “Cigarettes,” she said, her lip curling in disgust. “Just like you asked.”

Samson’s eyes lit up; with a thud, he let the chair fall back on all fours. Thalia ignored the urge to ask whether he’d attended meetings in the Templar Order with the same arrogant posture. He leaned forward eagerly, outstretching bony hands. “Give ‘em here.” 

Thalia crossed the store room and handed him the implements. She stepped backward as soon as he took them, earning a click of his tongue. “No need for that, now. Arm’s length at least from Templars standard in Ostwick too, was it?” 

With a jolt, Thalia realized he was right. “Sorry,” she quipped, not moving. “Force of habit.” 

“Not that you’d like to get any closer, eh?” Samson chuckled, twisting the tin open and taking a deep sniff. “Ah, that’s the stuff. Kirkwall tobacco — nothing like it. You managed to find it all the way down here, did you?” 

Thalia took a small breath. “The Inquisition’s requisitions team has a far reach. It was…” Her gaze trailed to his discolored throat. “The least we could do.”

“Right. Buying my silence, more like. Wouldn’t do to let it get around that your commander tried to kill me with his bare hands.” Smirking, Samson pulled out a thin sheaf of paper and began rolling a cigarette on the spot.

Thalia bit her lip, watching the fluid, practiced motion of his fingers. Why should it surprise her he was an experienced smoker? It wasn’t like other substances bothered him. Cullen had told her once of his preference for “the dust” — a more concentrated, powdered form of lyrium that produced a bigger high. Easy enough to get in Kirkwall for years, apparently. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Sure.” He sprinkled a line of tobacco into the crease he’d folded in the rolling paper. “Take a seat; let’s chat for a bit.” 

Thalia’s eyebrows shot upward, and Samson laughed. “What, thought I wouldn’t take you up on it? I’m starved for conversation, truth be told. Not all of the Inquisition’s in a strangling mood, but that don’t mean many of ‘em are clamoring to talk.” With his chin, he motioned opposite him, toward the narrow cot they’d assigned him as a bed. “Go on.” 

Thalia’s skin crawled. She wanted to assert her authority and leave, but where would she go? Downstairs, where she would have to confront Cullen about his assassination attempt? To the war room, where she would have to explain to Josephine, Leliana and Cassandra why she had set this asinine project in motion — saving the life of Corypheus’s most trusted general? 

She perched on the edge of the cot, knees together, hands folded demurely in her lap. Samson’s gaze traveled from her legs up to her face as he licked the paper and pressed the cigarette shut. Thalia swallowed thickly and turned her gaze out the window, where autumn leaves fluttered on the breeze from a nearby tree.

“You seem healthier,” she offered stiffly. “Your hands aren’t shaking.” 

“I feel better. The blue’s doing the trick, for the moment. Though it’s hardly a long term solution, I’m told.”

“No.” Thalia had spent long hours with the healers recently, going over ideas. They suspected doses of normal lyrium would temper the effects of the red lyrium’s corruption, but could not reverse it. Nor, strictly speaking, was leaning on lyrium a particularly healthy option, given its long-term toll and his self-reported need exceeding that of other Templars. “I’ve asked for the medical opinion of experts at the University of Orlais. I’m hoping they might have some ideas.”

“That’s sweet of you.”

“I pledged I would help you, Samson,” Thalia said, voice soft. “I don’t take such promises lightly.” 

Samson twirled the rolled cigarette in his fingers. “Cullen wasn’t thrilled to hear it.” 

“Cullen said you provoked him.”

Samson shrugged. “Cullen always had a difficult time taking a joke. Besides, with both of you denying that you’re paramours, what’s a lonely man like me to do?” 

Thalia stared at him. “You can’t be serious.” 

“What?” Samson smirked. “I’ve still got eyes, don’t I? The intelligence reports had a lot to say about you, but none quite captured your beauty.”

Thalia felt her face go hot. This cannot be happening right now. “Do you say that to all the girls, or just the ones you tried to recruit for Corypheus?”

“Ha!” Samson barked. “Oh, you are quick. I can see why Cullen likes you.”

Thalia swallowed thickly. She did not wish to give Samson more ammunition against her or Cullen; if it meant enduring a little flirtation, she’d deal with it. “Have many women taken you up on your offers lately?”

Samson’s eyes darkened. “Plenty.”

“Women you haven’t paid?” 

“M’lady is so cruel,” Samson growled, though a wicked smile stretched across his narrow face. “Poor deteriorating Samson, is that what you’re implying? I used to be quite popular with the Kirkwall ladies, I’ll have you know.” He held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers and used it to point at her. “And don’t listen to what Cullen says, they weren’t all from the Blooming Rose.” 

Thalia’s eyebrows shot upward. “Is that a… pub?”

Samson chuckled. “Best brothel in Kirkwall.” 

Oh, Maker. “And you… visited this place a lot?”

“Not a lot. But please, don’t look at me like that. All the Templars went. It was the only way we could blow off steam while under the tyranny of that bitch, Meredith.” 

“All the Templars?” Thalia asked before she could stop herself. 

“What’s so surprising about that?” Samson squinted. “Ah, I see. Can’t picture Cullen paying a woman for company?”

“No, to be honest,” Thalia huffed, her chest tight. 

“What if I told you he was there more’n me? That the pressures of a Knight-Captain were oh so burdensome, so of course he had to relieve them somehow?”

“Then I’d call you a liar,” Thalia said, her heart pounding in her ears.

Samson leaned back in his seat, threw his head back and laughed. “Yeah, yeah; you’re right. I could never get him to the Hanged Man, let alone a brothel. Some nonsense about ‘the women deserve better,’ I don’t bloody know.” 

Thalia let out a slow breath, trying to calm herself. “You’re a real bastard, aren’t you, Samson?”

“Why?” Samson retorted. “Regretting your decision to save me?” 

“It’s hard to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved,” Thalia said quietly. 

A long silence followed. Samson’s face went slack; he lowered his head and scraped his fingers along the stubble darkening his jaw. Thalia stood, deciding now was the time to take her leave. “I’d think about that if I were you,” she murmured on her way to the door.

“Hey.” 

Thalia paused and looked at him over her shoulder. 

Samson stuck the cigarette in his mouth and smiled ruefully around it. “Got a light, m’lady?”  

Thalia blinked, surprised. “Oh. No, I…” It hadn’t even occurred to her that to smoke a cigarette, he’d need to light one. “I didn’t think to bring any matches.”

“What, can’t you just—?” Samson snapped his fingers in the air. 

Startled, Thalia looked down at her hand. “I suppose…” 

She inched closer to where he sat, waiting expectantly. She leaned down, coaxing a small fire to life at the edge of her front two fingers. Samson leaned forward, the sharp angles of his face illuminated by the flame, and touched it with the tip of the cigarette. He inhaled deeply, leaned back, and drew the cigarette from his mouth. It dangled from his fingers as he turned from her and languidly exhaled a stream of smoke. 

“Ahhh. Kirkwall tobacco.” He sighed happily. 

Thalia tried to straighten, but Samson caught her by the arm. In one quick motion, he pulled her so close she nearly fell into his lap. 

“You know.” His eyes roved her face as he sucked down another drag. The acrid scent of smoke filled her nose and made her cough. She was close enough to count the hairs on his receding forehead, to note every line of crow’s feet around his eyes. “We should just kiss like real people do.” 

Heart thudding, Thalia wrenched violently against his grip and twisted away. Samson’s laugh echoed in her ears even as she slammed the door and fled past the guards standing watch. 

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[smallestapplin]

Hewwo hi yes I uuuuuh

I really really like your writing!!! You really caputre the character really well!

also uuuuuuh 👉👈

Could...I ask for a Volo x chubby reader story? Maybe even nsfw?

Reader is really insecure about their body and Volo doesnt get it yknow

Its totally cool if you dont feel like it tho

I’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve rewritten this one too many times.

🔞18+🔞

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Volo doesn’t understand how you couldn’t love your body, it boggles his mind, no ancient text confused him the way you did.

He loves you and you’re body, he couldn’t ask for a better partner than you, yet you didn’t see what he saw.

He is a god, and you are the deity at his side, he feels as though you are questioning his taste, why can’t you see he loves you? Maybe he will just have to prove it.

The blonde had been watching you try on a new kimono, it was absolutely stunning on you, he could feel himself melting inside just looking at you.

But your face in the mirror didn’t show the same enthusiasm his did.

You glared at yourself, you thought you didn’t look good and that it wasn’t for you.

“You look perfect in that.”

You look at him in the mirror with doing written all over your face.

He walks over to you and pulls your back to his chest, arms wrapping around your plump form.

Volo kisses you cheek then your neck where he rests.

“You’re so beautiful, like a deity ready to be worshipped.”

“Volo you don’t have to lie.”

You freeze up when you meet his cold glare in the mirror.

“You’re calling me a liar? That won’t do, not at all.” The blonde lifts you up with ease and drops you on the bed. He climbs up until he is face to face with you.

“I will prove to you just how much I love you.”

And he does.

Volo undos your kimono, letting it hang off your body, leaving kisses and bite marks in his wake.

“You’re so sweet.” He mumbles against the skin of your stomach, kissing every stretch mark.

“So warm too, I could just eat you up.” Volo hums with each kiss.

On hand moves to your chest, starting with gentle caresses before pinching and pulling on one of your nipples.

His other hand follows him lower, pulling your pants down.

“You’re body is a work of art, meant to be in a temple of the gods.” You flush at his words.

He places his mouth on your pulsing sex. Licking, sucking, and kissing to his hearts desire.

Your moans and trembles go straight to his cock, you sound so good and taste divine, he’s always been addicted to you, but he has to ground himself or else he’d lose focus of his mission right now.

With every squirm and buck of your hips he mumbles praises in between. Both hands moving to hold your thicker thighs apart for he has more room to work.

“V-Volo!” You grip his pretty blonde hair, accidentally pulling most of it out of its bun.

“Mm my sweet deity.” His voice rumbles against you and it’s the last bit you need to send you over the edge.

Your grip tightens, yanking his hair. The merchant can’t help but moan, or feels so good, and your cum in his mouth just makes it all better.

“You’re so perfect and precious, I can’t get enough of you.”

He kisses the inside of your thigh and begins kissing back your body.

“I love you, so much.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, before kissing you.

Tongues dancing around the other. You can feel his now freed cock rubbing against you, his saliva from just moments ago lubing him up.

“May I?”

“Yes, please.”

He slowly pushes into you, moaning at the heat.

“You take me so well everytime.”

You whine only for it to turn into a cry when he starts thrusting, Volo starts off slow but he can’t control his hips, you just feel too good.

He starts picking up the pace little by little m, angling his hips so the blunt head of his cock hits your sweet spot.

“You’re so fucking cute, look at you, so. Fucking. Gorgeous.” He punctuates with harder thrusts.

He moans, soaking up all your cries and sobs.

“Volo! O-oh fuck!”

“That’s right, my sweet deity, take all my love.”

His grey eyes roll back when you clench around him, cumming again, he cums with a muffled ‘fuuuuck!’ As he sinks his teeth into your neck.

His blonde hair curtains both of you once he hovers back over you, finally having calmed down.

“I love you, you’re so beautiful, I adore every bit of you.” His hands cups your cheek so you’d look at him.

“I love you too.” You nuzzle into his hand, placing a kiss to his palm.

He truly does love you and only wishes you’d accept that.

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[shadowsingerdraco]

dhr drabble

- inspired by the song Begin Again by Taylor Swift

The rumble of espresso machines molded together with the soft jazz music that played overhead. Hermione tugged at the fabric of her sweater, pulling it over her fingers. She was awfully nervous. Not only was this her first time on a date in ages, but if anyone knew who she was about to be on a date with… She pushed away the thought of Harry and Ron’s reaction.

She looked at her watch — five minutes until one. He wasn’t late. Not yet. While looking around the quaint cafe, she suddenly felt incredibly stupid. She had arrived half an hour ago, wanting to be the first one here knowing she was more familiar with the shop than he would be. But as the clock ticked on, a growing embarrassment bloomed.

He wasn’t even going to show. This was all some elaborate joke on Know-It-All Granger. He would never actually want to go out with her. She stood from her chair then, grabbing her cloth satchel but before she could take a step, the bells above the door chimed.

There he was. A green and white striped scarf was bundled around his neck and tucked into a grey hoodie. His ivory hair was wind blown and cherry red lips stark against his pale skin. Hermione stopped breathing. His eyes searched the room before landing on her. They both just stood there for a moment, staring at one another.

He gave her a little wave and began walking towards the little table.

“Hi, Granger.” His hands were in his pockets.

“Malfoy.”

She kicked herself for how formal this felt. This was a mistake. She never should have said yes to lunch with him. She still didn’t even know why he even asked her in the first place.

“You look lovely.”

“Would you like to sit?”

The two spoke simultaneously. Hermione’ s mouth dropped ever so slightly, feeling heat swarm her cheeks. Malfoy pressed his lips together and looked away.

“Um. Thank you. You look nice too.”

Mouth still in a hard line, he gave a small smile before taking the seat across from her.

They looked from one another to the wall to the table to the dust particles around them until finally, “This is ridiculous. We have been classmates for years and we can’t even bring ourselves to have a single word to say. Come on, Granger. Ask the question you’ve been dying to ask.”

Hermione furrowed her brows and scoffed. “You’re joking, right? What do you expect? You have treated my friends and I horribly over the years! You call me a—“

“Don’t,” he interrupts, face hard. “Don’t say it. I know, okay? I’m really sorry, Granger. There… there really is no excuse for my actions and words against you. It would be horribly cliche for me to tell you that I was mean to you because I liked you. It would also be true.”

Now she was sure this was a joke. “This is a new level of low, even for you.” Tears burned her eyes as she went to leave for the second time.

Malfoy grabbed her arm as she stormed past him. “No, I’m serious! Please hear me out, even if I don’t deserve it.”

She sneered at him. “You’re right, you don’t deserve it.”

His grip tightened on her arm, but nowhere near painful. “Why did you even accept to go out with me?”

Hermione wanted to say something hurtful and clever, but couldn’t muster anything. He was so close, his eyes pools of mercury. “I’m not sure,” was all she could say.

Draco released her arm with a defeated sigh. “I probably should have apologized to you first and then asked you on a date.” He ran a hand over his face.

Hermione was utterly confused and flustered at his sudden romantic interest in her. She still didn’t completely buy it. She scuffed her shoes along the wooden floor, “Yeah.”

“Let’s… let’s rain check on today and I want a re-do. Okay?”

He was looking at her as if he was determined — sincere.

Hermione prayed she didn’t regret this as she said, “Okay.”

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