#and there's a bit of me that's like. we bent over backwards to accommodate you when you were precarious.

[thedreadvampy]

My housemate is moving out in January

She told us this a week or two ago, when she sat down and, after sitting with us watching TV for over an hour, said "hey so I bought a house and I'm moving out. We agreed on 2 months notice so I won't move until the end of January."

The last time she talked in the immediate terms about buying a house was in 2021, when the sale she was working on fell though and she was unemployed so it was a "when I'm back in a position to look I'll start looking again." Since then I've occasionally asked her how she's doing on the house buying front and she's been like "oh I'm getting there financially" but hasn't mentioned anything concrete.

She didn't tell us she was looking at places. She didn't tell us she had put in an offer. She told us when the offer was finalised. A week AFTER she emailed the letting agent about getting out of her part of the lease. And, it increasingly feels like, only because the letting agent's response was that we had to agree to change the lease.

The letting agent's response (which our housemate obviously didn't copy us into; we had to follow up separately and they copied us into the email chain) also includes that when we change the lease, they're empowered to change the rent, quote, "no cap". Rent was already going up in January - there's no possibility of Sam and I paying her share of the rent.

The really fucking upsetting thing is we're not strangers. This isn't a casual "housemate we found on flatshare" thing. She and Sam have lived together literally their entire adult lives. Me and her have known each other well over a decade. I lived in her and Sam's flat when I was homeless. We were the first people she came out to as trans. We're not super close but I thought we were fucking friends. And she's literally gone out of her way to not talk to us about this for what must have been months while the sale completed - which means she's lied to my face at least once cause I've asked her about her finances in that time (cause she's in a job she hates that she only took to get the house money, so it's like. when we've been commiserating about work stuff I'm often asking 'are you almost free?'). she literally went out of her way to talk to the letting agents before talking to us about putting us in a situation where we could lose our fucking home.

And she keeps. trying. to pretend nothing's happened. Every time I've seen her since then she's not mentioned anything or apologised or anything, she just keeps chatting away and offering hugs and fistbumps like nothing's happened. Like we're still fucking friends.

All it would take for us to still be friends and to be happy for her would have been one fucking sentence in the groupchat like "hey, just put an offer in on a house" or "I'm looking at properties, just so you know, that might happen in the next few months". Like nobody begrudges her for buying a house! It's very cool for her! She's 31 she's worked really hard to get the money I would love to be happy for her! Unfortunately she decided avoiding conflict is more important than giving the people she fucking LIVES WITH (who btw fronted her a month on the rent here while she was unemployed and agreed to take on a larger proportion of the move-in cost back in 2021, if we're still holding ourselves to shit we said 2.5 years ago), so no, you are not entitled to our friendship or to going back to normal.

like if she'd been honest with us it would have been something to process but we'd have had time to figure out our next steps. instead she's left us in a position where we have to find a new roommate before she gives her one month notice, which means finding someone by the end of December, which oh look that's the middle of the fucking Christmas holidays. and she didn't tell us anything until the START of December, or copy us into her conversation with the letting agent, meaning we still don't know what the rent on that space will be so we aren't yet in a position to advertise it. Has she offered to help find a roommate? Has she fuck. Has she offered to help out by moving her move-out date? Nah, she's moving as soon as she gets the keys because, quote, "that means her finances won't have to change". SOUNDS LOVELY. NOT HAVING YOUR FINANCES SUDDENLY CHANGE. I THINK THAT SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY REASONABLE FUCKING GOAL.

Thirteen fucking years she's lived with Sam. Four fucking weeks over Christmas she's left us to figure out a way to not turbofuck our living situation. And she's got the fucking nerve to try and pretend we should be interacting like nothing's changed. Jesus Christ. What a fucking unhinged way to treat...anybody, honestly. never mind the friends-your-entire-adult-life part. literally cannot imagine a scenario in which I would buy a house without telling the people I lived with.

(haha actually this is what my parents divorced over so apparently it's not unusual. although at least my dad had the decency to tell the woman he shared finances with at the point he put in an offer not the point the fucking sale went through.)

Like we'll be fine. It's a huge city centre flat with decent rent and queer housemates, hopefully even when the rent goes up it'll be an easy sell in a city with a huge housing shortage and big queer community. We've got a couple of people interested already, sight unseen - worst case scenario we have to live with someone we don't get on with. And it's given Sam and me a push to look at our own finances and as of today, we've got a mortgage decision in principle and can start looking at flats in the area - mind, we'll be transparent upfront and tell any prospective housemates that yeah, we're looking to buy and move out in the next 6-12 months, and we'll tell them if we put an offer in, because we're decent fucking people who aren't going to spring that on someone out of the blue.

But it's been I think 2 weeks and I'm so fucking angry I could spit. It's such a fucking betrayal. And frankly you know selfishly like. I just had a breakup a couple of months ago, I'm in the middle of moving jobs, both me and Sam have a history of housing instability and this has been the first decent, stable, safe, not-mouldy not-freezing home I think any of us have had, and this is so fucking triggering and upscuttling I could just start biting. like I was talking to my friend about it last week and it's just like. Can I have One Fucking Thing of the three main tentpoles of survival - home, work, relationships - that are fucking stable right now? because shit has been In Flux lately. and at least the work and relationship stuff has changed because of my decisions. going through all that work to make myself short-term unstable to gain long-term stability has been really hard and draining and then just as I was reaching the crisis point with work stuff BOOM, IT'S HOUSING INSTABILITY WITH A STEEL CHAIR. fuck. seriously fuck this and fuck her. we're going to make something good come of it but what a deeply, unbelievably shitty thing to do.

#red said #the other thing that bugs me about it is. ok and again this is old shit dredged back to 2021 when we moved in together #but i had my housemate. and Sam had her. and each of us were really close pairs who'd lived together a long time #and we tried looking for flats as a four but a) a flat with 4 good sized bedrooms in Edinburgh is hens teeth #and b) my housemate was pretty happy to live with me and Sam but increasingly felt like a 4 man flat was going to be a lot for him #and so in the end we talked about it. and through a combination of that and same housemate being in a pretty #unfavorable position housing wise. cause she was unemployed and had shit credit at that moment. #we agreed she'd move with us and Joe went and found a one bed #and in the end that's been really great for him tbh he's a lot happier and more confident and we were pretty sick of each other by then #and so we get on much better now #but at the time it was a real heartache i felt like I'd let Joe down i felt like our friendship was over #and honestly I have never been a huge fan of living with our current housemate. even before we lived here #like when i was staying with her and Sam too. she's incredibly messy and takes up a lot of space in conversations #I've always liked her as a person but she's exhausting and often unpleasant to share space with #and there's a bit of me that's like. we bent over backwards to accommodate you when you were precarious. #like it would have been WAY easier for us to look for a 2-bed during 2021. and if it was a 3-bed I'd have rather stayed with Joe. #but we moved with her for her sake. and she left Sam to clean up their old place (and there were Literal Rats) #and she got really pissy about driving the moving van even though a) that was her idea and b) she's the only person with a license #and c) i walked all MY shit over by hand anyway and the only reason she hired the van was to move her tv #me and Sam found all the core furniture. me and Sam sorted out all the viewings. me and Sam did all the planning. Sam set up all the bills. #we spotted her for rent!we took a bigger share of the costs! because we fucking cared about her and wanted her to have a fucking home! #and she can't even do us the courtesy you'd offer a fucking lodger you found on fucking gumtree

[theasstour]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟕.𝟓𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who reblogged and sent me an ask after last chapter ❣️ I might not have gotten through all the asks yet, but know that I see all of you and I appreciate you more than I will ever find the right words to articulate 🌟 Thank you for the kind words and for reminding me of how fun it is to post my stories on here! Love you sm sm sm 🥰

Tuesday, 4 November 2017

One of the worst things Y/N knew of was seeing someone she cared about go through something troubling. If she knew them well enough, it would be written out on their face and in their gestures, making it so that she could not ever look past it and pretend everything was alright. Her ability to read people, to understand their wants and to see when something was off, was something she had crafted over many years of being a people pleaser. Now, it came naturally to her to study a person’s way of acting, talking, being, and then make them happy accordingly.

She realised when she grew older that the reason she did this was so people would look past her body and like her for who she actually was. She hated herself sometimes for still giving in to this need to please people all the time. She hated the things it had made her do in the past, how she had bent herself over backwards for people who did not, and would never, give a single shit about her. Though she felt at home in her body, she felt content in it, these tendencies to constantly make up for how she looked, to make light of it or make people feel comfortable around her, still hung around. With absolutely everything she was, Y/N hated that part of herself. She did not have to make up for anything. What did she have to apologise for? For existing? It did not make sense to her, but it had made sense to those that bullied her in school and those skinny people whose worst fear was becoming fat. Y/N’s worst fear, because of this, was not being liked. She realised how it all connected now.

Y/N realised how this need to please people came into play as she was sitting in a seminar room with Hayden, Chloe, Thian, Annalise, and three others from the International Society that Annalise often went to. Annalise was whispering in Dutch to the other Dutch girl she had met, while the rest of the room was relatively silent. Hayden had put on some music to lighten the mood, but it was evident that they were unsatisfied and sad. They were eight people; a single game of Uno was being played in a room that had been made so that at least 20 people would show up. Hayden had bought five decks of Uno, only for the one they brought with them to London to be the one the group ended up using. Their eyes drifted to the door every so often, silently begging for anyone else to show up to what looked to be a disastrous start to their Uno Society.

After two hours, they had to get out of the seminar room and go back home. As they were cleaning up, Y/N walked over to Hayden and helped them put their Uno decks and everything else they brought, back in their bag.

“More people will show up next time,” Y/N assured them.

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I genuinely think more people will show up at one point.”

Hayden smiled at Y/N, though it did not reach their eyes. “If we don’t have at least 15 people by the third meeting, this won’t be considered a society by Helmond standards and we won’t be allowed to meet on campus grounds.”

Y/N felt a small tinge of panic at that. This was not usually the society people would jump to be part of, it would take a little while for people to want to show up to an Uno Society on a Tuesday every fortnight.

“We can hope more people will come, but I doubt they will,” Hayden said.

“There aren’t a lot of people our age who play Uno, though,” Chloe said as Hayden and Y/N made their way to the door.

Y/N furrowed her brows at Chloe’s comment, but did not say a word.

“No, but I love Uno, and it’s a very social game. It’ll be fun if a lot of people show up, you know?” Hayden said, closing the door behind them before they walked down the corridor for the exit.

“Obviously, people just don’t know what they’re missing,” Thian chimed in, showing off his usually wide, happy beam. “It’s a great idea, Hay.”

“Really? It’s not bound to flop?” Hayden asked, scrunching up their nose as if they could not quite believe what Thian was saying.

“Of course not,” Annalise said.

“It’s a nice break from all the assignments,” Y/N said.

“By the way, speaking of assignments,” Chloe groaned. “Y/N, have you started on the Othello presentation yet?”

“You haven’t had the presentation yet?” Thian asked.

“No, different Introduction to English Studies seminar groups have presentations at different dates,” Chloe said. “Since Y/N and I are seminar group E, we have it last. Monday, 4th of December.”

“That’s still a while away, though,” Hayden pointed out. “You still got a month.”

“Yeah, but the presentation’s 40% of the final grade. I know I’ll ace the essay, but we only get to have a five-minute presentation on Othello.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “How am I supposed to talk about how Othello’s a sexist play in just five minutes?”

“Easy,” Thian said. “You talk about how it’s a sexist play for just five minutes. You love to talk, it’ll be easy peasy.”

“I love to gossip, this is entirely different,” Chloe complained.

“Not really,” Y/N said, cocking her head a little to the side as the group rounded a corner. “You’re essentially just gonna gossip about Othello and what’s wrong with him and the way Shakespeare wrote the play.”

Chloe stared at Y/N for a few seconds, pursing her lips as she thought. A grin spread out across her lips and she nudged Y/N’s shoulder. “You’re right.”

“It’s gonna be fine,” Annalise smiled.

“And by the time that happens, the Uno society will be history,” Hayden mumbled, making Thian pout his bottom lip and wrap an arm around Hayden’s shoulders. They all made their way back to Dinwiddy, Lancaster Complex, and Fleming Hall, three of the seven different campus accommodations. Dinwiddy was definitely of a bit better standard than Lancaster and Fleming, but Y/N was sure that, had she decided to live on campus, she would have gone for either Lancaster or Fleming like Annalise, Thian, and Hayden. She said goodbye to all of them and went on her way, walking back to Haggerston while talking to her parents on the phone. They always insisted she call them if she walked out alone at night, no matter how many people were around.

The shops she strolled by were starting to put up Christmas decorations and sales, making Y/N long for holiday. She just wanted a few days off uni. Though it was only the first year, the amount of work they were getting was ridiculous, and Y/N felt like she either spent most of her time in the library with her Literature gang, or at a café with Nathan, doing uni work. The fact that Christmas lights and decorations were already making an appearance, gave her some hope.

Getting to Orsman Road was no problem, and Y/N hung up with her parents when she reached the flat building. The mere thought of her bed made her knees buckle, she could not wait to be snuggled up in a blanket and watching the newest true crime series on Netflix. Once inside, she got her shoes and outwear off, then walked straight for the kitchen. She halted.

In a pair of worn-out black rugby shorts and a black hoodie, Harry stood pouring water into the kettle. The muscles in his legs flexed and unflexed as he moved, making it impossible to look away from his thighs. Y/N could not find the right words to express just how much she hated those tiny shorts. It was as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Except he didn’t. He was very much just trying to wear something comfortable at home and Y/N was ogling him. He looked up as she entered.

“Hi,” Y/N said, walking over to the fridge where she kept her oat and banana milk.

“Hi,” Harry answered, watching her as she walked before putting the kettle on. “Been out shagging old men?”

Y/N blinked a few times before looking over at Harry as he put a teabag into his mug. “You’re very obsessed with my sex life.”

“I’m just nosy.”

Y/N sighed, knowing this was true from experience, and went back to getting her milk out of the fridge. “No, I was at a society meeting. The first one, actually.”

“Oh?” She could see in her peripheral vision that he turned around to watch her. “What kind of society?”

“Uno.”

Silence settled in the kitchen, and Y/N could hear Nathan and Mason in the living room next door playing something on the PlayStation. Y/N could feel Harry continue to just look at her as she poured herself a glass of the oat and banana milk. It was not until the milk was back in the fridge and Y/N met his eyes, that Harry spoke again.

“Uno?”

“Like the card game.”

“That’s… a niche interest.”

She raised her eyebrows. “And you’re being judgemental.”

Harry’s eyes grew wide. “No, no, no! I-“ He stopped himself, taking a grip of the kettle and quickly pouring himself a cuppa before meeting Y/N’s eyes again, something frantic shining within his own. “It’s just a very specific interest and society.”

She raised one of her shoulders. “Which is what makes it so amazing.”

“Yes. Yes, of course,” Harry said quickly, gesturing at her with his hand as if he completely agreed. Y/N wanted to laugh at how fast he was talking, as if he was desperate for her to understand that he was not being judgemental. “How was it?”

“Barely anyone showed up,” Y/N explained, sipping her milk.

Harry frowned. “Really?”

“Yeah, and at least 15 people total have to show up for it to be considered a society, or else Hayden, my course mate, can’t continue hosting on campus grounds.” Y/N sighed, looking at the ground. “Basically, if Hayden doesn’t find, like, twelve more people to join within the next two times, we won’t have a society any longer.”

Harry opened his mouth as if to say something, but just then, the sound of quick footsteps could be heard, and then Nathan’s face appeared in the doorway. A grin spread out on his face as he met Y/N’s eyes.

“Thought I heard you come in!” he exclaimed. “We’re playing GTA, wanna come drive some people over?”

Y/N smiled at that, scrunching up her nose. “As appealing as that sounds, I’m gonna have to decline.”

Nathan pouted his lips and Harry stood watching quietly. “Why?” Nathan asked.

“Have an essay that I need to finish.”

Nathan sighed heavily. “Fine. Guess I’ll let you write that bloody essay.”

“Excuse you? ‘Let me’?” Y/N rolled her eyes and Nathan laughed. She gave him and then Harry a smile, making her way out of the kitchen.

“Have a good night,” she heard Harry say as she walked through the doorway. She gave him another smile before walking up the stairs and to her room. She quickly got out of her clothes and into loungewear, taking all her make-up off and finding a fluffy blanket she could sit under in bed as she started writing her Introduction to English Studies essay. She could hear the boys shouting and playing downstairs and drowned it out by putting her earbuds in and shutting them out.

She ended up reading academic articles and writing down an essay plan until she felt her eyelids get heavy a few hours later. Putting her laptop away and finishing her oat and banana milk, Y/N took her contacts off and started getting ready for bed. The door to the room beside hers opened and closed, she could hear Harry rummaging in his room, though the sound was not disturbing in any way. The only disturbing thing about it was the fact that it was Harry, but Y/N was learning to accept that. It had only taken her two months, but she was coming to terms with the fact that Harry Styles, an ex-good friend of hers and person she had sex with once, was living and sleeping in the room right next to hers.

Friday, 17 November 2017

The pizza at Domino’s was absolutely amazing, but working for them was anything but. This was only Y/N’s first shift, and she was already dreading her next. Not only would she be bringing home with her the memories of a horrible first day on her new job, but she would also be bringing the smell of greasy pizza. She would have to do a deep clean in the shower before going to bed, she was not rubbing that smell onto her bedsheets.

With some experience working for Pizza Express before, Y/N was already well-versed working for a pizza chain. Pizza Express had been her job from 15 until she moved off to uni at 19, which she knew was what must have given her this new job at Domino’s rather quickly. As much experience as she had working at Pizza Express serving people, she had never been the one to drive around delivering pizzas. After all, she had not gotten her license until sometime last year, so it had never been a possibility. However, in the job description for this position at Domino’s, it had clearly stated that Y/N would be working mostly as a delivery driver, something that sounded chill at first, until she realised she would have to go deliver pizza to people that would be anything but friendly. Or maybe a little too friendly. Because of her inexperience in this particular field of the job, she had another employer join her for her first shift.

Isla was very quiet, maybe even a little too quiet for Y/N’s taste. She would mostly just stare out the window, sometimes chime in to help Y/N pick a quicker route, or help her make out how much she owed the customer if they paid a few quid too many. Other than that, Isla did not really offer much conversation wise. Even when the two of them picked up the pizzas for their first drive, the first time they spent together, Isla did not say much.

“Have you worked here long?” Y/N asked, giving Isla a smile so she would know that she was actually asking out of curiosity and not because she felt obliged to.

“A year.”

Y/N nodded as she sat down behind the wheel, Isla sitting down in the passenger seat. “I worked in Pizza Express at home in Nottingham before I moved here. Dunno why, I’ve always preferred Domino’s to Pizza Express. Though, Zizzi is top tier.”

Isla only nodded slightly.

Y/N had waited for a response, but realising she would not be getting one, she started the Domino’s car and started driving in the direction out of the parking spot on the street beside the tiny restaurant on Homefield Street. Y/N almost drove right into the Domino’s mopeds that all stood on the spot in front of the car. She just knew that at one point, she would be driving one of those. She followed the instructions on the GPS, up Hoxton Street, in the direction of Lavender Grove. Without any radio on, the car was very quiet. Too quiet. It made Y/N break out in sweat.

“Do you drive around with deliveries often?” Y/N asked.

Isla shook her head. “No.”

Y/N whipped her head back in the direction of the street in front of her, trying to produce spit so she could nervously swallow. Her mouth was too dry. “You work by the till then?”

“Mostly.”

Y/N smiled. “That’s the best place to work, isn’t it? Don’t have to drive around, don’t have to actually make the food.”

Isla gave a feeble smile. “I suppose.”

God, all Y/N wanted as an okay day. All she wanted was for one single day to be alright.

Isla would twine a single piece of her brown, bushy hair around her finger sometimes, then put it behind her ear, only to go back to fidgeting with it. Y/N was unsure if she was nervous to be in a car with someone she did not know, or if she was just deep in thought. Y/N wanted to get to know Isla, to make a friend at her new workplace, but she did not want to harass Isla if it meant it would make her uncomfortable. It was clear that she did not like being this close to Y/N considering the two had never met before and would now be spending a good six hours together. Therefore, to not push away what she hoped to be a future mate, she only made occasional conversation and then left Isla mostly to herself. She could sense that was what her companion wanted most of all.

In a particularly dodgy part of Lea Bridge, Y/N was delivering three pizzas to what she knew even before knocking on the door, would be to a rather creepy encounter. The man that opened the door was bald with glassy eyes and a blue tee shirt tucked into his grey joggers. At the sight of Y/N, he grinned.

“Three pepperonis?” she asked, wondering if this man just really loved pepperoni pizzas or if he was hosting a party.

“That’s me, yeah.”

“Alright.” Y/N handed him the three pizzas just as another man emerged from behind him, and it was then that Y/N noticed the incredible stench of alcohol and cigarettes. Some 80s rock was playing from a stereo and there did not seem to be much light on inside the flat. Y/N suddenly felt very sick.

“You pre-paid,” she stated, more to reassure herself that she could just leave than to make them aware that she knew they did not have to go get any money to pay her. “Have a nice night.”

“Wouldn’t be nice if you didn’t stick around,” the bald one holding the pizzas said.

“Yeah, why don’t you come inside? Have a bite with us?” the other one offered. “You look like a hard-working girl, why don’t you take a few minutes off with us?”

Y/N could feel her heart begin to beat faster, her hands begin to sweat. “No, I have to get back to work,” she said, giving them a smile before walking off.

“Wait, we didn’t give you a tip!”

“Come back, love!”

Y/N tuned them out as she walked down the stairs, keeping an eye over her shoulder and her ears on alert as she made her way back to the car. Isla was sat on her phone when Y/N sat back down in the driver’s seat, putting her seatbelt on a little too fast and gripping the steering wheel harder than she had previously. She just wanted to get away from those men, she just wanted that shift to be over.

“You okay?” Isla asked. The first question she ever asked Y/N. First time she ever took initiative to start a conversation. Y/N really appreciated it in that moment.

“Yeah,” Y/N said, sighing heavily. “Just hate men.”

Isla must have understood what Y/N was talking about because she nodded, looking straight ahead at the road in front of them. “I’m sorry you met the worst type of customers on your first night.”

“Had to meet them at one point, though,” Y/N said.

“You shouldn’t have to meet them at all.”

Y/N felt that statement reverberate through the car, lay in the air between them for quite some time after it was said. She could not stop thinking about it as she drove to the next destination, feeling disgusted and angry. Had she stayed there a second longer, she would have had to resist the urge to knee them both in the space between their legs. This was just one of the stupid encounters that night, though the rest were more so on the scale of weird than disgusting. Like a man that was clearly high thanking Y/N for his frozen milk when he had ordered three Ben and Jerry’s, or a woman with her hair a mess, make-up completely destroyed, and just her dress robes on, snatching the pizza out of Y/N’s hand before hurrying back inside. It was a strange few hours, and as she drove the car back to Domino’s Homefield Street, Y/N felt absolutely drained of energy.

Walking home after her shift at 3:30am was next to torture, she just wanted to be in bed, cosy underneath the covers, and forget about the fact that she was working tomorrow night as well. Though the Hoxton Street was washed in the yellow lights from the streetlamps and the occasional car driving by, it was anything but empty. Drunk people were walking home from pubs, while others, like her, walked home from another nightshift, and some were just out for a night stroll. She walked without listening to music, not feeling comfortable with not being completely aware of her surroundings when it was dark out. Besides, she was so tired as well, listening to music would probably put her to sleep.

Orsman Road was completely deserted, only a few people walking home from The Stag’s Head passed her smelling of beer and cigarettes. This street was darker, smaller, and less busy than Hoxton Street, so Y/N opted to walk in the middle of the road instead of in the shadows. She felt less vulnerable that way. As she reached the flat building, she got her keys out of her purse and went to unlock the door.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

She jumped, keys falling onto the asphalt. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Harry standing there with the smuggest, most infuriating look on his face. God, how she wanted to slap him until his teeth fell out. While she contemplated how to physically hurt him, Harry bent down, picked up Y/N’s keys, and put them back in her hand.

“Don’t lose those,” he said. “50 quid to get a new pair.”

Y/N only narrowed her eyes, unlocking the door for them both and striding on to the next floor. After opening the door to the flat, she got her shoes off, and walked straight for the kitchen. She needed strawberries, especially after the shift she just had. The door closed behind Harry and she heard him lock it before taking his shoes and jacket off, too. As she turned around after closing the fridge door, Harry stood by the kettle, filling it up with water.

“Didn’t know you worked at Domino’s,” he said, looking over at her briefly, nodding at her black Domino’s fleece jacket before turning his attention back to the kettle.

“Just started.”

“How’re you finding it?” he asked.

Y/N sighed, leaning her hip against the counter. “Considering this was my first shift and I have to show up again to work another nightshift tomorrow…” She pursed her lips as if deep in thought. “I’d say shite.”

Harry laughed, stopping the tap. “Tea?”

“No, I bought myself some banana and oat milk from M&S earlier, I’ll just have that. Thank you, though.” She gestured at what she had placed on the counter while he was busy with the kettle.

Harry watched her as she got herself a glass for the milk. “Can’t for the life of me remember you being a Tory.”

Y/N laughed. “Oh, you don’t remember me hating the poor?” she said, putting on a posh accent, Harry could not hold back his own laughter. “Quite a big part of my personality, don’t know how you missed it. Now-“ She put the milk back in the fridge. “-If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go spend five weeks at my £1.000.000 18 century holiday house in Surrey.”

Harry’s laughter echoed through the kitchen as he put the kettle on, shaking his head at her. “No, but how’d you like your first shift? Anything like Pizza Express?”

Why the fuck did he remember that? Why did he have to remember everything? Bloody hell…

“Not for me. There were just a lot of creepy men, and some very dodgy neighbourhoods. I’m sure that’s not all there is to the job as a delivery driver, I’m sure I was just unlucky my first time, but I can’t really afford to quit unless I have a backup.”

Harry frowned at that. “If you don’t like it and you feel unsafe, you don’t have to continue doing it.”

She nodded her head. “No, I know, but it’s still the only job I could find and that I could get at the moment. I’ll apply to others later.”

Harry’s frown deepened, crossing his arms over his black, tee-shirt covered chest. No tattoos on display. She wondered why he only had tattoos on his chest and torso.

“Yeah, alright…” he said, voice a little darker than before. “But if you feel unsafe-“

“-Harry, I practiced capoeira when I was younger, remember?”

At that, as if he was slowly unveiling a memory he had not thought about in a little too long, Harry smiled. A small, fond smile that Y/N remembered from a previous life; a life with far less troubles, far less complications than this one.

“Of course I do.”

Not “yes”. Not just “I do”. “Of course”. He had said “of course”, as if remembering was a privilege. As if not remembering would be the strangest thing in the world. Y/N hated that this man did not forget a single thing. Never had, never would.

“Well,” she said, trying to act normal after that. “Well, I can hold my own.”

“Good to know,” Harry smiled, getting a teabag from his cupboard. As he turned his body and face away from her, she saw something glisten in the lights of the kitchen. Two earrings. Two gold earrings right next to one another. In his ear. Y/N would never admit to it out loud, the sight made her mouth salivate. “But I still think you should quit if you don’t like your work.”

Y/N opened the strawberry container and took one out, taking a bite. She needed to look away from Harry, away from his two earrings, and away from him because he was making some points. She knew where Harry was coming from, she really did, but she could not go on living in London, using money every single day, and not have an income. Until something better came along, this would be her job. “How’s the pub?”

“Alright,” Harry said, pouring hot water into his mug. “I’m having my last shift there December 15th.”

Y/N blinked. “You’re quitting?”

“Yeah, I’m starting a new job in January.”

She raised her eyebrows, meeting his gaze again. “Okay, good for you. What one?”

“Tattoo artist.”

He had to be fucking kidding at this point. Y/N had to do everything to keep her eye from twitching.

“Just got my tattoo license, so I’m ready to go come January.”

Y/N did not want to admit it. She could not admit it. She physically could not. But… everything about Harry… everything he did, everything he said… It all hit different. And it did not help that Y/N, who loved tattoos, getting them, having them on her body, and seeing them on someone else’s, was now made aware that Harry could legally give people tattoos. He was going to become a tattoo artist in January. Y/N wanted to eat chalk.

Harry just looked at her, studying her face. “You okay?”

She swallowed the strawberry bite she had just taken. “Fantastic.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Did you draw your own tattoos then?”

For the second time that night, Y/N was witness to Harry’s smug smile. He raised his cuppa, cocking his head a little to the side as he said, “You’ve seen my tattoos?”

Y/N wanted to die.

“You’ve been sneaking into my room to watch me sleep, that it?” Harry asked. “You’ve probably seen the tattoo I have by my crotch then, too-“

“-Oi!” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “Piss off. I saw them when you were wearing that low-neck top at Footprint.”

Harry took a sip of his tea. “If you say so.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and Harry laughed.

“It’s jokes, Y/N.”

“Good. I’m genuinely scared you think I fancy you.”

Harry smiled. “You mean you don’t? Really?”

She took a hold of her strawberries and milk. “Goodnight, wanker.”

“I’m a dreamboat, what about this-“ Harry gestured at himself, flexing his arm muscles that weren’t really there. “-Doesn’t give you the fanny flutters?”

“You’re disgusting.”

Harry laughed.

“I was just interested to know about your job as a tattoo artist ‘cause I love tattoos,” Y/N explained.

Harry’s eyes travelled down to Y/N’s hand where the ‘M’ was tattooed, it lingered there for a moment too long. For some unknown reason, a tingle started up in Y/N’s thumb, making its way up her arm and to her breasts, then her stomach. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to her ribs where he must have seen her ‘saudade’ tattoo. Though it was not visible right then, it seemed as if Harry was seeing it all the same, sensing it somehow. At last, his eyes met hers, and Y/N felt something in her throat stop working. The tingle that had laid in her stomach just seconds earlier exploded, slithering all throughout her body and making her hyper aware of how knowledgeable Harry was of the tattoos on her body; of her. He must have paid more attention to her than she thought he had. Something about that made it hard to breathe. Bloody hell, she hated how fucking fit he was. She hated how she reacted to his glance, to his attention.

“I can tell,” he said, voice a tinge darker than before.

She was surely about to explode. Blinking a few times, she held her strawberries up, nodding her head to Harry in a silent goodbye, then made her way towards the door.

“Oh, Y/N,” Harry said, making her look over her shoulder at him. “Do you want some Ginger Nuts? I’m having some with my tea-“

“-No thanks. Goodnight.” Y/N walked straight out of the door and to her room, needing to stick her head out her window to cool down in the Regent’s Canal breeze before sitting down in her bed again. How could he be considerate, respectful, smart, pretty, and sexy at the same time? Some otherworldly powers had truly been at work these last few years to make Harry Styles into everything Y/N was attracted to.

She did not even want him as a boyfriend, she never had, there had never been any romantic feelings between them before and there never would be, but he was just so… so… frustrating. In every single sense of the word. He was just… very attractive. Very pleasing to look at. Everything that got to Y/N. And Y/N wanted to scream at Harry for making it so hard to ignore him, and at herself for falling for it.

Wednesday, 29 November 2017

Y/N was originally going to travel home to Nottingham that Friday so she could stay home that weekend. She had not been home since September, and though they only had two weeks of uni left before Christmas break, she wanted to go home this weekend. She missed her parents terribly and wanted to see them so badly, she could simply not wait until Christmas. So, because it was the last Wednesday of the month, Y/N travelled back up to Nottingham.

Every last Wednesday of every month, Davi would invite all of his Brazilian family who had settled in Nottingham after he had, as well as Lottie’s parents, over for feijoada. Brazil has many region-specific dishes, yet the one that best translates into a nationwide dish is the beloved feijoada. The name stems from the word feijão, which is Portuguese for bean, and also the key ingredient of feijoada, which is essentially a bean stew mixed with beef and pork. Though, depending on what region of Brazil you are in, you will find different ingredients added to the feijoada.

In Rio de Janeiro and Minas Gerais, feijoada is almost always cooked with black beans, while in Bahia, red or brown beans are preferred. In Bahia and Sergipe, they also usually add extra vegetables to the feijoada such as plantain, kale, potatoes, carrots, cabbage, and pumpkin. However, in the rest of Brazil, feijoada is simply beans and meat with no additional vegetables. It is served with white rice, shredded kale with bits of fried bacon, crispy pork crackling, and slices of oranges that are meant to aid the digestion of the heavy meal. Which is what Y/N had grown up eating.

Typically, it is served at noon on Wednesdays and Saturdays, as this hearty meal is a thick mixture that will have you full in no time. The only activity Y/N would recommend after it, is bed and a good book. Maybe even a little nap. Their big family often used to eat it during the weekend as it meant more time spent with the family, more time spent chatting and being social, but Davi who worked in a bakery, had often worked Saturday and Sunday afternoons, meaning that it would fit best for the family to keep the tradition of hosting the meal on Wednesdays at Davi and Lottie’s house. Which was why Y/N was on her way home that Wednesday at the end of November.

Closing Vidas Secas by Graciliano Ramos that she had just been reading, Y/N got up from her seat to get off the train. Graciliano Ramos was Y/N’s favourite writer of all time. Though she loved English Literature and especially loved studying it, she always found his works to be better than most. He was the only modernist writer she could stand. São Bernardo was her favourite of his novels. A story about a man who, having been born poor, gets rich using any ruthless means he can and ends up utterly alone. It had stuck with Y/N her entire life. The main character’s ability to love others, his selfishness, and arrogance, make up one of the most complex characters of world literature, in Y/N’s opinion.

In the last chapter of São Bernardo when Paulo Honório reflects on his life alone at night, Y/N found some of the best few pages she had ever read. The closing words ‘I ruined my life stupidly’ express the agony of a man whom Y/N learned to despise throughout the book, but who, thanks to the mastery of the author, leads us with him through his tragic life choices towards self-destruction. Y/N got goosebumps just thinking about it.

Stepping off the train with her small bag and book under her arm, Y/N walked straight for the train station exit. She recognised her mother’s brown hair in a bun at the top of her head, a pair of colourful flare trousers on along with a white buffer jacket. Lottie jumped up and down at the sight of Y/N and ran for her daughter, throwing her arms around her in a tight embrace.

“My baby,” she said, kissing Y/N’s cheeks and forehead. “Oh, my Y/N.”

Y/N hugged her mother back, burying her face in her mother’s neck. She did not care that she could hear Vidas Secas fall into the tiled floor or that her bag would get dirty where it lay, all she cared about was her mother’s embrace and the smell of home around her. She was fluent in two languages, yet Y/N could not find a word that could quite capture how happy she was to be home just now.

“Okay, my dove,” Lotte said, taking Y/N’s bag off the floor. Y/N bent down and picked up her book, bringing it to her chest. “Let’s go home.”

The two of them walked out to the car park, and Lottie quickly started driving them in the direction of Y/N’s childhood home. The familiar ride and the familiar city outside the car windows made her relax, sinking far into the seat until she felt enveloped in safeness and contentment. It didn’t take them long to reach the semi-detached brick house, all their family members’ cars parked out front and visible in the windows overlooking the street. Y/N took her own bag this time, and her mother led the way up the stairs to the house so she could open the door for her.

There was no time for Y/N to go upstairs with her bag and book, because she was bombarded with hugs and kisses the second she stepped inside. Her grandfather, avô, her grandmother, avó, her papai’s two sisters and her aunties, tia Gilma and tia Lara, their husbands and her uncles, tio Jaren and uncle Finnley – who was British and had met Lara after she moved here -, and her seven cousins, or primos. They all came rushing to her, with her British grandmother and grandfather grinning and waiting for her to be done hugging and kissing everyone. Being with them and smelling feijoada everywhere, made Y/N almost tear up. Blimey, ever since moving away to University, she had become so incredibly sappy.

“Amorinzho!” came like a scream from the kitchen. Davi came out into the foyer with his apron still on and the biggest grin on his face. He threw his arms around Y/N. “Eu tenho saudade de você.”

She had missed him, too. So much. She felt safer, more at ease, almost more herself now that she was reunited with her parents close.

So, she told him that as she whispered, “Eu também senti sua falta,” back. Her papai hugged her a little tighter at that, grinning at her with tears in his eyes as he squeezed her shoulders.

“Y/N!” avó shouted from where she now sat in the living room, her grey hair in a long braid down her back and a big knitted cardigan wrapped tightly around her small frame. “Venha comer!”

“I’ll come eat in a second,” Y/N said. “I just need to put my bag in my room.”

“I’ll do that for you, my sausage,” Y/N’s grandfather said, stroking her cheek before he bent down and brought the bag with him up the stairs to her room. Since her mother had been an only child, her parents, Y/N’s grandparents, had always been very caring and constantly present as Y/N and Marcela had been their only grandchildren. Not that her avós had not been present, because they really had, her entire family had, but her grandparents’ life had no meaning if it were not for Lottie, Y/N and Marcela.

Y/N walked past all her family and to the kitchen where her papai stood making her a plate of feijoada. He handed it to her and she smiled at him before helping herself to some rice. Just then, Lottie walked into the kitchen as well, hugging Y/N from behind before she walked over to make her daughter something to drink. Silence stretched out in the kitchen as conversation started back up again in the living room, everyone talking about everything and nothing, in English and Portuguese. But, something that was unusual for her parents, they did not say a single thing. Though this might not be unusual for some, it was extremely unusual for someone who came from a generally very talkative family.

“Charlotte,” Davi said, looking over at Lottie. “We should…”

“Not yet.”

Y/N looked over her shoulder at her parents. “What?”

“We should tell her.”

“She just got home, Davi,” Lottie reasoned. “We can tell her later. Let her enjoy her feijoada.”

“No, what’s going on?” Y/N asked again, turning her body to face them now.

“No, amorinzha,” Davi said, squeezing Y/N’s shoulder. “Your mother is right; we can talk about it later. It’s not appropriate to do it now.”

“What’s going on? What’re you talking about?” Y/N looked at her papai, then at her mum, both of them sharing a look with one another that Y/N did not understand. Over the years, she had become a master at deciphering what her parents were discussing when they shared looks, though she never managed to quite understand the proper subject of discussion, she could detect the mood. She understood this was more of a serious matter.

“Tell me,” Y/N said, feeling her heart begin to beat a little harder, a little faster, the more time went by without any of them saying anything.

“Fine,” Lottie sighed. “Put your plate down first.”

Y/N did so reluctantly, not taking her eyes off of her parents. If it was serious enough for her mother to want her to put her food down so she would not drop her plate, then Y/N was on the fence if she even wanted to know what was going on or if she wanted to live in blissful ignorance of it.

“Your pai and I have decided to sell the cabin.”

Y/N’s heart stopped beating. Her body felt numb, the chatter in the living room deceased to exist as she just looked at her mother, and then at her papai. Her mum, and then pai. Suddenly, as if slapped with a brick, Y/N’s brain roared to life and her body came as hot as coal. She looked at her mother who had been the one to speak, her mouth falling open and shutting again as she continued to process what she had just been told.

“You’re… you’re going to sell the cabin?” Y/N asked them, just to be completely sure that what she heard was correct.

“Yes,” Davi answered.

“You’re selling the cabin?” She could not believe it.

“Y/N-“

“-You’re selling our Newport cabin? The one in Wales?” she asked again, her voice rising now. They did not have any other cabins, but Y/N just had to know she was not mistaken. They couldn’t… They couldn’t just…

“Y/N, we never go there anymore,” Lottie reasoned. “We want to spend the money we use on the cabin on something else, we don’t know what yet.”

“So, you’re just going to sell the cabin where your daughter was murdered?” Y/N asked, voice filled with so much rage she barely recognised herself when she spoke. “Where Marcela was most likely stabbed? You’re selling that cabin?”

“We’re never there because she was… she was killed…” Davi cleared his throat. “Spending time inside that cabin when we know what happened inside it, does not feel right.”

“No, selling it isn’t right,” Y/N said. “What if there’s more evidence inside? What if there’s somewhere they haven’t looked?”

“Baby, they have cleaned out the cabin and there’s nowhere they haven’t looked. There’s nothing more they can investigate,” Lottie explained. “We don’t want to own that cabin anymore.”

“Kit murdered Marcela in there,” Y/N said. “Her murderous ex-boyfriend is running around somewhere because no one investigated that cabin thoroughly enough.”

“Selling it doesn’t mean they are going to stop investigating Marcela’s case, amorzinho,” Davi pointed out.

“We don’t… We still don’t know if Kit did it,” Lottie mumbled. “It was most likely him, but there could have been someone else who killed Marcela, Y/N.”

“Marcela’s body hasn’t been found, there’s no trace of Kit’s blood or remains on that property. That murderer is on the loose, something inside that cabin can tell us he killed her, I am sure of it.”

“Y/N, Kit hasn’t been seen since the murder either. Maybe he was killed, too,” Lottie said.

“Mum, Kit was a rubbish person, why are you sticking up for him?” Y/N groaned, running her hands over her face.

“We decided, Y/N,” Davi mumbled, rubbing his daughter’s back. “It’s happening.”

That was all Y/N needed to hear. She took her plate in one hand and the glass with water her mother had made her in another, and she walked straight past everyone in the living room and up to her room. She felt like a child stomping past everyone like that, but she just needed to be with her thoughts. There was absolutely no way they were selling that cabin. Not that cabin. Y/N was sure there was evidence in there somewhere, the police and the investigators had just not looked thoroughly enough. That was all. And if they had done a shite job, well… that just meant Y/N had to do it for them. She had to go to that cabin and look for herself once and for all. After all, who else would? It did not seem like anyone cared anymore.

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A/N: Here’s the promised EZ smut, i had to take breaks whe writing this, i hope it has the same effect on you haha Enjoy! xx

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Warnings: food play, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sexual intercourse, daddy kink

Summary: you and EZ are friends, but what happens when he decides to break the sexual tension?

The clock read 12:09am and you had been tossing and turning since you got into bed, plus it was way too hot outside, hence why you couldn’t sleep. You were sweating and decided to get something fresh in the kitchen; opting for ice-cream, you got a cone out from the freezer. Your phone buzzed. “You up?”. Your fingers were quick to reply with “Come over”. Settling on your sofa, you switched the tv on and waited for EZ to arrive.

It wasn’t his first time at your house, he usually came by because he knew you wouldn’t judge him. You let him get drunk and pass out on your couch without batting an eye or chastising him, you let him get angry and vent if he needed to, you let him sit on the couch and just lounge around, you let him cry, and whether you were there or not, your house was a safe place for him. You could see how many feelings he was holding inside and you just wanted to help him.

You heard the bike pulling up to your house, EZ knew where your spare key was  and he used it to let himself in, finding you on the sofa, all sweaty and eating ice-cream. He stopped everything he was doing, his eyes focused on your lack of clothes: you were wearing booty shorts and a bralette. Your skin was glistening with sweat and your tongue swiped at the ice-cream cone in your hands. He immediately felt his dick hardening in his pants, only adding to his rage, which was the reason why he came to you in the first place.

He sat on the sofa next to you, removing his kutte and boots while you shut the tv off and turned to face him. “Bad night?”, your voice was almost a whisper, testing the waters as to why he came to your house. “You have no idea”, he shook his head and put his elbows on his knees. He started rambling about how hard his prospecting was becoming, how he hardly had time for himself because he was busy running after everybody else and also fixing their mistakes. Things with his family weren’t going well either, Angel was never around to help because he was always with girls.

“I understand that he has needs, but I have them too! And this whole mess he’s doing along with Coco? Crazy shitheads. They don’t care about anyone else but themselves!”. You had stopped eating your ice cream the moment his voice had gotten louder. You had seen him angry, but this angry? Never. It was hot and scary at the same time. You settled yourself behind him, he was sitting in between your legs now and you slowly raked your fingers on his back, on top of the green t-shirt he was wearing. “Is this what it’s about? Your sexual needs?”, your voice was still low and calm, flowing well with the movement of your hands.

You felt EZ’s body tense beneath your fingertips, but he didn’t dare speak. “Sex is a great way of shifting attention away from your problems, Ezekiel, even just for a little while. When was the last time you allowed yourself to let go?”, you had started to massage his shoulders, trying to relieve some of the tension his muscles held. “I... I don’t know, it’s been a while”, his voice was back in its usual tone and you nodded.

Getting up from behind him, he instantly missed the feeling of your hands on him. You walked into the kitchen, grabbed a tub ice cream with 2 spoons, setting them on the counter. You stuck your spoon in the ice cream and brought it to your mouth, licking your lips clean. Hearing a quiet shuffle behind you, you turned around and saw EZ walking over to you.

His expression was unreadable, and his hands came to trap your body in between his own and the counter. “You’re right, I should get laid, but I can’t, because every time I try I can’t stop thinking about you”, he said, tilting his head to the side and looking you over. He slowly moved his hands from the counter to hips, sliding them down to the back of your thighs, lifting you swiftly and placing you on the counter. The spoon you had in your hand fell to the ground, some of the ice cream landing on your skin: some above your breast and some on your collarbone. Both yours and EZ’s eyes fell to your skin, you raised a hand to wipe it away but he held your wrist. “Let me lick you clean, nena”.

Your lips parted as he licked his lips, your eyes following the movement, “Please”. That was all he needed. He brought his left hand to the side of your face, tilting your head to make more room for him to move. He ducked his head down and when his tongue made contact with your skin, you sighed and closed your eyes, your fingers gripping the end of the counter. He started kissing your skin with his plump lips, getting his tongue out sometimes to collect the melted ice cream; when he got close to your breast, he bent you backwards and laid you down on the counter, spreading your legs to accommodate his body. He kept licking at your chest and you were growing wetter with each passing second.

“There, all done”, he looked at you again and you saw the lust in his eyes, probably mirroring yours. “Can I get a taste?”, one of your hands cradled his cheek and he chuckled, nodding. He inched his face towards you, but it was you who closed the gap, sitting up on your elbows and kissing him with all the unresolved sexual tension you had. His hands went back to your hips, squeezing them and lightly grinding into you.

You bit his bottom lip and he hissed. You drew back and looked at him. “Are you still angry?”, you asked quietly, your doe eyes looking up at him and he swore you had cast a spell on him with that kiss, because he couldn’t get enough of you now. “Yeah”. “Then take it out on me, use me. Pour all this anger into fucking me”, as soon as the words left your mouth, he felt his dick throb in his briefs, and he grinded into you again as a reflex.

You both made quick work of getting the other undressed and you welcomed the cool of the counter against your hot skin. EZ put a hand on your chest, sliding it to the base of your throat and resting it there; his other hand grabbed the discarded spoon and dug it into the ice cream, grabbing a spoonful and spreading it on your left nipple, you hissed at the cold feeling. He watched as it started to melt and then brought his mouth down to eat it up, licking all over your nipple and breast in the process. He did the same to your other breast, opening his eyes and winking at you when he saw you watching him. All the while, you were writhing and squirming under the pleasure his hands and mouth caused you.

Seeing him lick the ice cream from your skin turned you on beyond limits and it was extremely erotic. When he removed his hands from you, you thought he was done, but he used them to spread your legs, exposing you fully to him. “EZ, please”, you whined. “Please what?”. “I need you”, he heard the desire in your voice and he decided to give into your implicit request. You thought he was going to fuck you, what you didn’t expect was to feel the cold against your core: he had put the ice cream there and he planned on cleaning you with those lips and tongue of his.

The first contact came with a kiss on your pubic bone, his silent way of saying he was going to take care of you, and then he dived right in, swirling his tongue around and swiping it from your entrance to your clit. He added some more ice cream and smiled against you as he heard you whimper. “Come on, querida, I know you can do better than that. Can you be louder for me?”, he tapped his index finger on your clit a couple times and you whined again, but then he slid it inside and you moaned. “Good girl”, he smirked; the way you were griping his finger was heavenly and your moans were music to his ears, he couldn’t wait to be inside you, but he wanted to make you cum like this, first.

He slid another finger inside, curling them to press against your g-spot, and you moaned again. After a couple thrusts, you were a complete mess and he had to put his other arm on your waist to keep you from moving too much. He reattached his mouth to your pussy and licked your clit in time with the fast movements of his hand. Your moans became breathless and you started saying his name, too, making his cock twitch.

“Be a good fucking girl and cum for me”, his voice was hoarse and you put a hand on his arm and the other one on his head; you came with your back arched and with loud moans of his name, along with praises. After slowing down, he removed his fingers and came up to kiss you, his mouth tasted like ice cream mixed with your juices and you loved it. “I wanna suck your cock”, you whispered and he shook his head, grabbing you by the waist and placing your feet on the floor again. “You don’t get to decide anything, I am in control. You’re just my fucktoy tonight”.

How could he be the same EZ that was always willing to help and had kind words for everyone? You liked this side of him and you liked it even more since you were on the receiving end of it, tonight. Once in the bedroom, he put you on your hands and knees on the bed, making sure the full length mirror was right in front of you. He smirked and pumped himself a few times, before slapping his cock against your ass.

“You sure you want it? I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back once we start”, his voice was tender, but he was trying hard to resist the urge to just fuck you already. He looked down, seeing your glistening pussy, and he smirked, slapping your ass with one hand. “Yes, daddy, please, give it to me”, you whimpered and he stopped in his tracks, his eyes making contact with yours through the mirror. “How did you just call me?”. “D-daddy”, your eyes were wide, lips swollen and parted, chest heaving.

Still looking at you, he spit on his hand and stroked himself, guiding the head of his penis against your entrance and slowly pushing inside. It had been a while since you had sex, and the burn that came from his cock was delicious. He was long and thick and curved at the end, it felt wonderful and your eyes rolled to back of your head. You dropped your head against the mattress as he bottomed out inside you.

He let you adjust to his size, using those few seconds to breathe, as he was about to bust right there. You started moving your hips against his, and he looked at the sight in the mirror. “There you go, fuck yourself on daddy’s cock”, he held your waist in his hands and helped you move on him. One of his hands made its way to the back of your neck and he grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking your head up, your eyes snapping open and meeting his in the mirror. “You like it, baby? Ready for me to have my way with you?”, you moaned and nodded as best as you could and he groaned, snapping his hips to meet your thrusts.

Once you started losing strength to push back, he grabbed your hips and started a punishing pace, keeping as much of himself as he could inside you, your grip vice-like. “So fucking tight. This pussy’s mine, now”, he kept pounding into you and you were at his mercy, completely. The only thing you could do was let yourself get fucked by him and moan. He let go of your hair and your head dropped back to where your hands were gripping the sheets, you could feel the heat in the pit of your stomach growing stronger with each thrust as well as he could feel you contract around him.

He groaned lowly and squeezed one of your cheeks, “I can feel you squeezing me, cariño, let go for daddy”, his words were strained with the force he was putting in his thrusts, and all air escaped you as your orgasm took over your body, you moaned a weak “daddy” and collapsed on the bed, EZ still fucking you and helping your ride out your high. He slowed down and caressed your back with both hands, “Such a good girl for me, fuck… I can’t get enough of you”, he murmured, bending down to kiss the back of your neck. He kept moving slowly, his arms were placed for support on each side of your head and you could see his biceps flexing, and you felt yourself ready to go again.

“Do you have one more in you?”, he whispered, kissing from your neck to your ear and back down, to your shoulder. His lips were sinful and he certainly knew how to use them, whether it was kissing, oral sex or dirty talk. He had game for sure. You nodded weakly and tried moving, he got up and removed himself from you, kissing his way down your body and stopping to kiss your ass tenderly. He let you get onto your back and you scooted higher on the bed. You spread your legs and slid a hand to your pussy, spreading your lips with your fingers and softly stroking yourself.

He crawled on the bed and on top of you. “You’re keeping my pussy from me, hm?”, you shook your head and sighed as you felt his dick stroke your lips and bump your clit. “Yeah, you better not”, and with that he slid into you, his long strokes so erotic, especially when you could see his hips moving in the mirror. The way he was grinding against you was intoxicating and he grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re so patient with me… you’re perfect, y’know that?”, he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours, then. “I keep thinking about you, I don’t know what you did to me, but I’m addicted to you and I can’t help coming back”, he was whispering with his head buried in your chest and his breath on your skin along with the movements of his hips raised goosebumps on your body.

He sat back on his heels, his cock hitting at a new angle as he spread your legs wider and started rocking his hips back and forth. “Holy shit, you feel so good”, he moaned and started moving his hips faster. Your hands shoot out to grab at his sides when he started fucking you senselessly again, you were a mess under him and he was proud of himself for reducing you to a blabbering mess.

On his end, though, it was getting hard to keep the pace without exploding inside you. “I’m not gonna last long, are you gonna cum again? Cum for daddy?”, you opened your eyes when you felt his hand settle on your throat and squeeze lightly, you noticed the veins in his arms and neck, his pace never relenting. “EZ, so good, please”, you moaned and grabbed the hand that wasn’t on your throat, putting his thumb in your mouth and sucking on it whilst keeping eye contact. You felt his hips stutter their rhythm for a moment, before going back even harder, if it was possible. He got the hint and placed his thumb on your clit, circling firmly and making the knot in your stomach snap. “Yes, yes, yes” you chanted as you felt a few tears roll down your cheeks.

You squeezed your eyes, arched your back and came, his fingers only prolonging your orgasm, and when you opened your eyes to look at him, uttering something about wanting him to come inside you, he completely lost it and let his own high take over.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up and you’re gonna take all this cum, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m-”, he couldn’t finish his sentence, as he groaned lowly and said your name when he released, thick and hot inside you, filling you up to the brim. He squeezed his eyes shut and stayed buried inside you even when he was finished.

He snapped his eyes open when he felt your thumb stroke the back of his hand, which was still on your throat. You chuckled when he retreated his hand, so lost in his own pleasure that he wasn’t aware of his strength. He eventually pulled out of you, slowly, but watching as the cum spilled you of you and you sighed at the loss of contact. He grabbed some wipes from the nightstand and cleaned you both.

Now that he stood still for a moment, you had an opportunity to fully admire him. He stood with his back to you, no clothes on still, so you stared at his toned back, ass and legs while biting your lip, the heat coming back fully to your bodies, making him look like a Greek god. “What”, his voice broke you out of your thoughts. “I like the view”, you told him, smiling. “You do?”, he chuckled as he pulled his boxers back on. You hummed and nodded at him, sitting up and looking at the time. 1:13am. It was still way too hot.

You got up and went to the bathroom to pee, and when you came back into your bedroom, EZ had two glasses of chilly water, one for each of you. After drinking, you opened the window, hoping it helped make the room cooler. “You can go, if you want”, you told him, getting a pair of panties from your drawer and pulling them on, followed by a robe, tying a lose knot at the front. “Do you want me to?”, he stood there, looking at you and you at him, until you climbed on the bed and laid down, your back to him. you felt the mattress dip under his weight and then he placed a kiss on your shoulder, placing his hand on your waist.

“Did you mean it? Everything you said”, you asked him, still not looking at him, but feeling the firmness of his body behind you. “I did”, he whispered, and nuzzled his face against the pillow, it smelled like you. “We can talk about it tomorrow, now I’m tired”, you shifted so that you were on your back, turning your head to face him. He smiled sweetly and nodded, and you wanted to throw yourself at him again. The chance to do so came in the morning, when you started grinding against his hard on and he woke up at the feeling.

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[junicai]

painting.

| summary | Aria moves into the 127 dorms, and does a little bit of bonding with her new leader. 

| word count | 1.5k

| warnings | none

| era | circa. 2016

13. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”

Aria groaned in exhaustion as she bent forwards, various objects falling from the precarious stack she had carried in her arms previously. They bounced and rolled across the floor, one canister of hairspray coming to meet the tip of a man’s shoe from where he was leaning against the open doorway. 

Taeyong coughed out a chuckle at Aria’s folded form, pushing himself off the doorframe to make his way over to her. “Need a hand?”

Aria waved him off with a forced air of nonchalance, still panting heavily despite her best efforts to get her rapid breathing under control, “No, no I’m good. The stairs just tried to kill me that’s all.” 

Taeyong snuck a glance at the closed doors of the elevator, blocked off by a single piece of red signage reading “Out of Order” in bold font. The lift had coughed and spluttered it’s way through the last two months, and had finally given out on its last stand yesterday evening, almost leaving Jaehyun and Winwin trapped inside if they hadn’t decided to take the stairs down.

How unfortunate it was, that the following morning was the day that Aria was due to move in. 

In hindsight, Taeyong probably should have gotten some of the other boys in to help them carry the boxes that Aria had shoved her things into; the sweat was beading at his forehead by the time they had dragged the cardboard through into the living room, and Aria had pulled off her sweater to allow herself to cool down. 

She leant against the wall, breathing through her nose as she chalked up the distance between the living room and her new bedroom to be too far to continue for the time being. 

“Oppa?” the word still felt unfamiliar on her tongue, unused to the honorific. It had been at Taeyong’s request that she used it in the first place, him wanting her to feel comfortable around him; but Aria was still finding her ways around the Korean honorific system, and found herself stumbling over her words more often than not. 

The first time she had tried to use honorifics had ended in Aria having extremely red cheeks, flushed with embarrassment, and Mark trying to explain to her that hyung was the name he used for the older members, and oppa was the one she was to use. 

It had gone a little like this. 

“Ari- Ari, you gotta, like, you gotta use oppa not hyung, ya’know? Because hyung is like, an older brother to a brother, but oppa is an older brother to you? Because you - you’re a girl? An’, and then you’d use unnie for the make-up nooans but I’d use noona, like I just did. So to you, they’re the make-up unnies, and to me they’re the makeup noonas. Johnny hyung, Johnny oppa. Does that make sense?”

Aria had looked at him with the most bewildered face, eyes widened and lips parted slightly. 

From across the room, Taeil had bit his lip to stop himself from laughing, before swooping in to offer an out for poor Mark, who was beginning to delve into another convoluted explanation.

“Yeah, Aria?” Taeyong’s voice came from across the room.

Aria looked up, searching for the taller man and her eyes found him shuffling around in the kitchen, two glasses of water on the counter top. 

“There you go,” he pointed towards one of the glasses. “If one of the others aren’t back soon to help, we might have to drag the boxes in ourselves,” he smiled ruefully. “I knew we shouldn’t have let Jaehyun go out today.” 

Aria thanked him, before picking up the glass with her two hands and turned to the side to drink. 

The silence was buffering, and ate away at whatever comforting atmosphere Taeyong had tried to create. 

It wasn’t that Aria was uncomfortable around him - no not at all. It was just the fact that she knew the boys were being more than accommodating for her, she knew that Yuta was sharing a room with Winwin now because they insisted on her having her own space, she knew that she was toe-ing a barely there line between intruding and just being downright entitled. 

Having voiced these thoughts during the early hours of the night to Donghyuck almost a week ago, Aria knew exactly what kind of spiel she’d be on the receiving end of should she protest the room changes - but that didn’t stop the little pool of guilt from settling in the bottom of her stomach when she snuck a glance around and saw the empty bedroom’s door partially opened, all of Sicheng’s things having been moved out two nights ago. 

“Oppa,” Aria tried the honorific out again, finding that it still felt fumbled out, but from Taeyong’s affirming hum she must have sounded less stilted than the last time, “Do you think you could help me move the box of paints into my room? I can carry the rest, but that box is really heavy, and I don’t want to drop it.”

Taeyong turned around to her, “Yeah no problem, Aria. Which one is it?” 

Aria pointed to the singular plastic box among the cardboard ones; spattered with white and yellow and various other colors. The pair of them made their way over, hands curling around the lip of the box.

“On three?” Taeyong nodded. 

He counted them through before Aria was heaving up her side of the box and Taeyong was slipping his arm underneath it to hold some of the weight steady. They paused momentarily once they had the box in the air, finding a good balance and ensuring nothing inside had tipped over, before Aria began her shuffle backwards. 

“Mind behind you,” Taeyong warned, and Aria lifted her feet over the box that would have tripped her otherwise. 

The small steps they took to bring the paint box into her room felt never ending, and by the time they passed the threshold, both Aria and Taeyong’s arms were shaking lightly. 

“The paint’s supposed to go where?” Taeyong’s voice was breathless, anticipating the moment when he could give his arms a rest.

“Maybe - just in the corner? Over there, out of the way.” Aria jerked her head towards the far corner, on the opposite side of the room of the bed and empty desk. 

The box was placed down with a thud, and Taeyong straightened up - shaking out his arms. Aria sat down harshly on the bed free of coverings, legs beginning to burn from the numerous flights of stairs she had climbed earlier on in the day. Taeyong joined her after a moment, sitting down beside her. 

“You need a hand taking in the rest of your things?” he questioned, turning to look at her.

“Nah,” Aria shook her head. “I might wait a while and get Hyuck to drag them in for me.” 

Taeyong snorted slightly. “You know, I think you’re the only person who can get that boy to do something he doesn’t already want to do.” 

“Jokes on him, I just convince him that it was his idea.” 

The silence settled again, less acidic this time. 

It was broken after a second by Taeyong. “I didn’t know you could paint?” 

Aria cast her gaze over to the stained box in the corner. A dry paintbrush was sticking out the top of it, the bristles clean but the wooden handle covered in splashes of colourful paint - intermittent with streaks of white and black and a mixture of the two. 

“Yeah,” Aria hummed. “I don’t know when I started, I just. Always have, I think.” 

“Did someone teach you? Your parents?” 

Aria coughed to hide the laugh that threatened to break from her chest. “Oh no, no. Youtube taught me most of what I know, I won’t lie. And I’m not, very good - it’s just, therapeutic? Like poetry, but you don’t have to concentrate on finding the right words.” 

Taeyong nodded knowingly. 

Aria supposed he would understand the sentiment; given the hours he spends doing what it is he does in the practice rooms or the recording studios for hours after their ‘official’ days end. She supposed that there has to be hundreds of wordless messages hidden in forty second tracks on the USB stick he keeps on his keychain. 

“You know, Ten is really artistic,” Taeyong begins again. “I never really understood it much - the colours and the images you pull out of nothing - but he seems to. A lot more than I ever could. He gets it a little bit more, I guess. The whole, unspoken words thing. I’d love to know how he did it.”

His eyes had shifted into something sincere now, and he was gazing down at Aria. She got the sense that they weren’t just talking about painting anymore. 

“I’m just saying that, if you ever need someone to talk to - about painting - then I’ll always have an open ear.”

 Aria supposed Taeyong didn’t quite understand what those words meant to her just yet. 

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[castellankurze]

Nier: Valentine

(art by @rashkah​)

Short crossover/expy fic from Yours Truly, based on a running gag between friends about Jack-O’s look for GG Strive.

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4514 - Among the androids appear "Independists", who hold no loyalty to mankind. They garner much support.

4519 - Strife begins between conservative androids and the Independists.

...

Reports of the renegade android had led them to the mountains of Alaska, close to the day/night terminator where the sky turned an ominous orange.  In that endless dusk, with no more warning than a sudden shout of "TRICK OR TREAT!" the pair had been assaulted by a ball-and-chain wielding android that struck the ground with explosive force, separating the pair.

Devola got her staff out just in time to block a thunderous blow from the weapon that shook her frame all the way down to her feet and sent her flying backwards, forcing her to scrabble for her footing and dash to the side as her attacker rushed after her, that macabre glowing-green mask fixing its jagged smile on the android.

"Hey!  Cut that out!" she said, doing her best to sound annoyed rather than scared as communications protocols overlapped and competed in her processor.  The attacking figure halted, tilting her head so that her shaggy red hair fell over one shoulder.  "Come on now," Devola said in a forced calm tone.  "We don't have to have a fight, right?"  At least, they wouldn't if her distraction gave Popola time to hack the renegade's OS.

There was a high-pitched giggle from behind the mask.  "You Observer units are all the same!" the female android taunted.  "Hold out one hand with a nice piece of candy and keep the knife in the other!"  Without warning she spun the ball and chain at a clip high enough to make the air shake and then sent the weight flying, letting it drag her along into the air to smash into the rocks above.  A concealed Popola leaped away just before the crazed android slammed into her hiding spot and demolished it in a spray of fragmented rock and dust.

The twins rejoined one another as they looked up at the chain-wielder.  "I thought they'd put you all away!" she crowed.  Then, abruptly, her posture changed, a thoughtful hand stroking at where her chin should have been behind her mask.  "Though I suppose from a psychological standpoint it does make sense that they would keep one twin-pair around for use as a sort of sin-eater figure, permitting androids to vent their more negative emotional impulses on a controlled target.  Such an experiment might even prove useful in slowing the fragmentation of androidkind."

"Excuse me?  Who the hell do you think you are?" Devola snapped as her rage index spiked all the way up.  On an impulse, she gripped her staff and channeled as much Maso energy as she could gather into the form of a fist, and with a swing and a roar of anger she sent it flying towards the renegade.  But instead of dodging, the masked figure merely raised a hand, the nail of her pointer finger braced against her thumb, and as the giant fist came hurtling towards her she flicked her finger.  The moment her fingertip touched the dark fist, it shattered like mere sugar glass, the crimson light sputtering out in a chain reaction all the way down the swinging ‘arm’ that had been conjured from Devola’s staff.

"What the - how can she manipulate Maso energy?" Devola breathed, eyes wide.

"And how does she know so much?" Popola demanded from beside her.

"Heh heh heh..." the figure's taunting tone was back.  The hand she'd lifted to her chin spread its fingers to grip her mask and, with a clink of metal, she pulled it down to reveal her face.  A face that made Devola's fear impulse skyrocket.  A face that she'd seen before.  Every time she'd conferred with her fellow Observer units.  Every time she talked to her sister.  Every time she looked in the mirror. 

"Holy shit," Devola whispered.

"Observer Number 48, to give my manufacturing number," said the green-eyed woman.  She kicked a foot and spun as if winding up for a dance, but instead crossed her arms and leaned into a controlled fall, landing on her elbows with her back bent and feet braced, grinning down at the pair from her new chinrest.

"Bullshit!  There was no 48!" Devola yelled back in defiance of the evidence.

"Where is your sister?  Did you lose her?  Is that why you're behaving like this?" Popola peppered her with questions.

"Sooooo predictable," the renegade Observer said with a giggle, popping back up onto her feet.  "You know who else was predictable?  Humans.  Couldn't stop tinkering with our line.  Every new set of Devola and Popola, just a teensy-weensy bit different from the last."  Her smile dropped, her cheery tone changing once more.  "Minor variations in the production run would allow for a wider variety of acclimatization to stimuli, and would permit a shuffling of assets if necessary.  Diversity within a limited set of parameters would make the Observer line more robust and allow for experimentation with regards to in-situ behavioral responses.  However it also notably increased the Observer line's potential for erratic behavior which could lead to catastrophic failure.  In the end the possibility was considered to fall within acceptable parameters and the variations were authorized."  The tonal change came again as the grin returned.  "Faaaaiiiiluuuuuures," the figure singsonged.  "The Observer series were all failures!"

"Fuck you!" Devola shouted, feeling her eyes well up.

"The point is, every set of twins was a little bit different," the renegade said, tossing her mask to herself.  "And for one set, well, they decided to put a Devola and a Popola together....forever, never to be parted!" she laughed, bouncing onto one foot and spreading her arms as if about to give someone a big, sugar-sweet hug.

"You have two sets of personality implants," Popola breathed, scandalized.  Devola felt a cold shock as her processor commanded the internal release of nitrogen to cool her overclocking OS.  It was unconscionable - an android's internal structure wasn't built to accommodate two full personalities laid overtop one another.  A small wonder the android was so erratic - as the decades had turned into centuries the two distinct sets of emotional and logical subroutines must have fused, intertwined, overlapping and becoming inextricable from one another.  Had that cackling, sing-song persona started as a gregarious Devola pattern?  Had that detached, analytical assessment come from an astute Popola matrix?

Devola shivered.

The figure replaced her ghoulish mask and cackled, backlit by the orange sky.  "Yep!  Humankind!  They jacked things up but good, didn't they?  Ever heard the human legend of Jack O'lantern; left behind to wander forever?  Well, call me Jack-O'la!"  She began to swing the ball and chain once more, and Devola and Popola braced themselves.  "And you two might be willing to trudge on as the walking hatesink for androidkind, but me?  I WANT OUT!" she screeched.

“It doesn’t need to be like this,” Devola heard her sister say.  Popola’s voice was filled with regret.

“Didn’t need to be, sis, but guess it is,” she replied, readying her staff.

“You two ready to find out if androids have a heaven or hell?” the dysfunctional Observer yelled, hurling the ball once more and screaming as she came at the pair.

“LET’S ROCK!”

#Nier Automata #Guilty Gear Strive #Devola #Popola #Jack-O Valentine #kurze writes

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Eye of the Storm 7

Warnings: nonconsensual sex (series)

This is dark!Thor and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a new servant at the palace of Asgard but the job isn’t so easy as you thought.

Note: Loki’s really starting to poke at Thor and it’s all getting a bit messy isn’t it? In other news, I’m going to try to make some new tumblr masterlists today and fingers crossed they work!

Also, obligatory call out of @lokislastlove​ because I know it just bugs her so much. Blame her for everything.

Thank you. Love you guys!

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Thor’s nostrils flared as he stared in angry confusion at his brother. You clung to the blanket and barely dared to breathe as the brothers challenged each other wordlessly. Neither was backing down as the silence threatened to strangle you entirely.

“Keep her waiting long enough and she’ll come looking for you herself,” Loki taunted. “I doubt she’d find this scene half as amusing as myself.”

“Get dressed,” Thor growled at you as he marched towards his brother. “And you, get out.”

He made to grab Loki who swiftly dodged him, stepping backwards through the door and chuckling at his brother’s chagrin. Thor slammed the door between them and turned back to you. You blinked as you clutched the blanket tightly.

“I won’t tell you again.” He hissed. “And when you’ve finished, you will attend to my own wardrobe.” He snapped his fingers. “Be quick about it.”

You recoiled and flung the blanket back on the bed. You scurried around to the bath chamber as Thor grumbled and approached the window. You rushed to grab your clothing from the counter and dressed with fumbling fingers. You returned to Thor as he leaned on the window frame and shook his head.

“Already my wife does irk me,” Thor snarled as he turned back. “Oh, I do suspect my brother chose her for that very reason.”

You went to the wardrobe and pulled out a white tunic trimmed with gold and some pale breeches to match. You added a pair of under shorts and socks to your pile and approached Thor cautiously. You handed him his undergarment that he pulled on himself and then you dressed him as you had the day before. 

He brushed out his long hair and let your braid two strands behind his head as he tidied his beard with a small comb. He checked his appearance one last time in the gilt-framed mirror and in an instant, his expression changed. He was no longer the spiteful and insatiable man but the valiant and amiable king. The seamless shift made you shiver.

He headed for the door and you got ahead of him to open it. You waited as he passed through and followed tentatively. Loki played with an ornament he’d taken from the mantle and looked casually to his brother.

“Presentable, she might even think you dashing,” The prince sneered as he set down the statuette.

“Surely she would not think the same of you,” Thor retorted. “Well, are we not in a hurry?”

The king went to the door and tore it open. He motioned for you to follow and Loki stepped into your path.

“And why should she come? Seems she has some work to do here and your queen does not need to be presented with some servant,” Loki crossed his arms as he faced his brother. “Let her remain and tend to her chores as you do yours.”

“You would tell me what to do?”

“I would advise you, as you appointed me to do,” Loki said coolly, “And ensure that all my effort hasn’t been for not. This is not just about you, brother, but the kingdom.”

Thor sighed and sniffed. He didn’t say anything but nodded and stomped out of the room.

“Do stop dragging your ass,” Thor barked from the corridor. “You do inhibit my duty.”

Loki snickered and turned back slightly to look at you, his green eyes sparkled.

“Thank me later for the respite,” He said softly. “I shall try to keep him long enough that you might doze a while.”

“I--”

He held up a finger to silence you and winked.

“Later,” He assured and spun to follow his brother, his voice fluttered in the room as he spoke to Thor. “I do wish you would quit playing with your food and just eat it.”

The door muted Thor’s response, if he gave any, and you let out a long breath as you were closed in by yourself. You waited a moment before you collapsed onto the settee. Every ounce of strength seeped from you as the cushioned below coaxed your overwrought body.

🌩️

You slept for an hour, maybe longer and woke with a start. Disoriented and dizzy, you barely recalled where you were until the king’s likeness came clear, staring back at you in carefully placed strokes of pigment. The portrait loomed over you as he had and all that had transpired returned to you at once.

You rubbed your eyes and rubbed your forehead before you managed to push yourself to your feet. You stretched as you walked around the chamber. You felt weaker than usual, your arms heavy and your head buzzed. 

You straightened the cushions on the couch and went to the bedchamber to fix the bed. Then you gathered the king’s worn clothes from the counter and dumped them in the hamper. You kept on searching for tasks, trying not to think of when Thor should return.

It was as you were shaking a rug out the window that the doors finally lurched inward. Thor was silent but not alone. He clapped his hands as you turned to watch him enter. He sat heavily on the sofa as Loki shut the doors.

“Wine,” Thor demanded. “The bottle.”

You went to the cabinet of glasses and grabbed the bottle left there, uncorked and warm. You handed it to the king and he swigged deeply as he leaned back against the cushions. He belched and rested the bottle against his leg as he growled at his brother.

“Well, are we not done with this business for the day,” Thor huffed. “She is just as snobbish as she was several centuries back.”

“I’m sure she would say you are just as brutish and arrogant,” Loki teased. “And we have other business to attend to.”

“What is it? Haven’t you troubled me enough today?” Thor drank again as his finger tapped in agitation against his thigh.

“Well, we should discuss what I stumbled upon earlier.” Loki glanced over at you. “You are fortunate it was only me, you know that, don’t you, brother?”

“She is my maid, I shall punish her how I see fit for her impertinence,” Thor spat, “If I want her scourged before the court, I shall have it done and you will not--”

“Oh, I will, brother. Your betrothed should be less than amused to find her husband associating so brazenly with the help. At least, desist until the marriage is sealed. If this should fall apart,” Loki’s frustration broke through at last. “This isn’t just about an heir, it’s about Asgard. This alliance will ensure--”

“Please do not bore me with this again,” Thor grumbled. “I shall let the maid do her duties unimpeded until I am wed, alright? Happy?”

“No.” Loki shot back. “I am not a fool, brother, and your promises did lose their effect on me quite some time ago.”

Thor rolled his eyes and gulped from the long neck of the bottle. The wine dripped down his golden beard and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“I shall oversee her myself. See that you do not interfere and I do know, should I send her back to the kitchen, you will find your way there in due time,” Loki began. “So she shall take Bradin’s place until our pact is assured.”

“You would take my own maid from me?” Thor scoffed. “Oh, I do suspect this might be less about myself than it about your own desires.”

“Do not think me so base as you. I’ve yet to descend so low and even your title cannot thrust you above me.” Loki’s tone was dangerous as he jabbed his finger towards the king. “Your. Majesty.”

Thor’s eyes sparked and his jaw ticked. He gripped the bottle tightly and looked to you. You cowered as you watched in shock. He slowly faced his brother again and shrugged.

“Take her then,” Thor snarled. “The wedding is not so far away.”

“It is not. Which has been my point,” Loki gestured you to him with two fingers. “So you best ready yourself for your marriage. I will send Bradin to tend to your rooms and meals.”

“Get out!” Thor whipped the bottle at Loki and it narrowly missed him, smashing against the wall just feet behind him. “And don’t think to talk to me as you have today ever again.”

“Come on, dear,” Loki barely flinched as he turned and beckoned you after him. “Before he does fall into a full-on tantrum.”

“Go, you snake!” Thor stood as Loki pulled open the door, “Before I strangle you with mine own hand.”

“Go on then,” Loki spun back to face his brother, ushering you into the corridor behind him. 

Thor glared at him and his broad chest rose in fury. He waved him away with his hand and kicked the low table before the couch so that it flipped. He turned his back to you and Loki shook his head as he stepped out into the hall and closed the door. He let out a low laugh as he rubbed his chin.

“He is ever so entertaining, even if he is a daft as a piece of wood,” Loki remarked and pointed you down the corridor. “A wonder you’ve lasted this long with the beast.”

“Your highness,” You accepted as you walked just a step behind him. 

His long strides were certain though he did measure his pace to accommodate you. You wound through the corridors in a tense silence. His chambers were not too far from Thor’s but enough that you felt that you could at least breath. He let you in and paid little heed to you as he strolled across the chamber.

Archways opened onto a wide balcony that overlooked the palace garden and you admired every inch of the air rooms with your eyes only. You kept by the door as he went to a tall shelf of books and browsed them. He bent closer as he read the spine of one and slipped it out.

“Did you sleep at all?” He asked as he peeked over at you. You nodded. “Not enough.”

You looked down guiltily and he flipped through the pages blindly as he paced along the chaise that stretched before the central archway. He snapped the book shut as his dark brow arched.

“I am not so… vile as my brother and I would allow you your rest. I am not so bold or improper to offer my bed but I’ve caught myself dozing on occasion in this very spot,” He nodded to the chaise, “You might grab a blanket from the chest and I will leave you be.”

You frowned. Confused.

“I don’t need to-- Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” He asked.

“Being… kind?” You uttered. “Your highness, forgive me, but--”

“Ah yes, my reputation does precede me.” He grinned. “I’ve been plain; I do enjoy goading my brother and this union does weigh heavy on my own shoulders. It is not, I confess, to protect your own hard work but my own, dear maid.”

You chewed the inside of your lip as you stared at him.

“Besides, a servant is of no use if they are asleep on their feet so I command that you lay down and rest.” He stepped away from the chaise and strode over to the doorway along the other side of the chamber. “I will be at my desk just in here. When you wake, supper should be due and I do expect you to fetch it.”

“Yes, your highness.” You said.

“Now please, do retire before you fall over,” He stopped in the doorway and looked back at you. “There has been enough theatrics this day.”

🌩️

You laid down expecting it all to be a trick. When Loki did not reemerge to order you up, you drifted off into a heavy slumber. The type in which you didn’t think or dream. That which you woke from barely aware and yet refreshed. You sat up and turned your legs over the other side of the chaise. You stood as you admired the shadows cast through the archways. It was late.

You fixed your apron and folded the blanket you’d borrowed from the large chest in the corner. You were startled as you glanced over and found Loki watching you. He leaned on the door frame as his green eyes gleamed.

“It is later than I expected but I did not want to wake you.” He said. “I’ve never minded a late supper. Oh, and if you would, bring enough for two.” He stood straight and strolled towards the archways. “There is a table out on the balcony. I prefer to eat there when weather permits.”

“Yes, your highness,” You bowed your head and he disappeared out onto the balcony, his fingers fading as the sunlight swallowed him.

You still felt rather out of place, not that you hadn’t with Thor. You slipped out into the hall and avoided passing by the royal chambers as you found your way to the stairs. Below, the kitchens were as busy as ever and returned a sense of normalcy to your mind. You loaded up your tray and covered it with the large metal lid and set back out, carefully balancing the heavy load before you.

The prince’s chambers remained as they were; quiet, peaceful, not so inhospitable as his brother’s. Well, you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself. You crossed the room, snaking around the pieces of rich furniture and stepped through the central archway. The sun reflected off the lid of your tray and you squinted as it nearly glinted in your eyes.

Loki sat at the table, his lithe finger fluttering before him as he watched his hand in thought. He didn’t acknowledge you as you announced yourself with a ‘your highness’ and set down the tray.

“You may reproach my intrusion but are you expecting company, your highness?” You asked as you uncovered the tray.

He turned to you with a coy smirk and dropped his hand.

“They’re already here,” He replied and pointed to the chair across from him. “Sit. Eat.”

“Your highness?”

“I’ve seen the tripe they feed you servants. Repulsive.” He commented. “I’d advise you accept kindness when it is granted lest you bring upon cruelty.” He sat forward and reached for the bottle which had appeared in your absence. “That is the thing about my ilk, we expect what we want and when we cannot have it, we take it anyway.”

You pressed your lips together as you mulled his words. You suspected they were as much a warning as an observation. You sat across from him and he took a plate and set it before you. Then he placed one of the goblets of wine beside it and took his own. You stared at the savoury smelling array and your mouth watered.

You resisted the urge to start shoveling it all down and instead carefully took the fork. You waited for Loki to indulge in a bite first before you took one of your own. It was delicious and he was correct in that it was better than a servant’s fare. 

He stared out at the greenery below and his gaze followed a bluebird as it swept across the sky. He set his fork down and sipped. He sat back and draped one leg over the other as he rested an arm on the table.

“It was unfortunate I could not alert you of my brother’s nature sooner. I do not often have regrets but I do feel as if… well, I cannot explain it quite so well,” He said. “I’ve seen my brother with his liaisons, I’ve seen his tempers and his lusts. Perhaps I do carry the guilt for him or for my own inaction.”

You crinkled your brow in confusion and afraid to say anything, you tasted the wine and winced.

“Perhaps it is that I do not understand this new fascination. So unlike any other he’s held before.” Loki continued. “My mother used to lecture him on how quickly he could forget one toy for the other, then one woman for the next, and now… he has decided he wants you and yet… I can tell he has not taken… all of you. He keeps himself from you, for what reason I cannot guess, and it does torture him.”

Loki took another gulp and set down his own cup.

“I wonder if he does see you as a form of punishment. I would be generous to assume my brother has a conscience and yet he might use you to flagellate his sins.” Loki traced the rim of his goblet. “And I do think I might use you for the same purpose. For the first in my life, I’ve found a device with which to control my brother.”

You swallowed and played with the stem of the goblet. You understood now. You were still just a toy. A thing to be used to one’s desires. For Thor, it was his own lust, for Loki, it was for his amusement. If he could anger Thor, goad him, bend him to his will, he would want for little more. 

You didn’t have enough hope left to be disappointed and not enough delusion to be insulted. Loki had warned you against himself as much as he had his brother. And while you could bemoan your current predicament, was it worse than your former? Would you trade the prince for the king?

#thor #thor x reader #dark thor #dark!thor #dark thor x reader #dark!thor x reader #fic #series #eye of the storm #mcu #marvel #dark fic #dark!fic #au

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Lemme in on that Valentines event action! I’d love it forever if you could write Sean & my girl Aev + smut & maybe a little bit of comedy? Let me know if you have any questions about my oc and I will provide 💖

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one even though the world at large seems determined to distract me and keep me from getting things done, so I hope I did Aev justice and hopefully made you smile! :)

Sleet Happens!

Sean Falco x Aev Swift (OC from A New Beginning)

Sean and Aev warm up after a mishap in bad weather.  Check out the series this is based on, A New Beginning, and here is more about Aev!

TW: Smut! 

Aev wrestled the brown paper grocery bags out of her trunk and slammed it shut, attempting to balance the bags on her hip. She put her keys in her mouth to keep her hands free, and began making the treacherous approach to her boyfriend’s apartment, navigating the ice and slush that had begun to accumulate in the frigid Portland street. She saw the door to the apartment open, and Sean’s brown curls peeked out; he caught sight of her and smiled. Aev’s shoulders slumped in relief; she was stressed out about navigating the half-block to the flat with the bags and the ice. Sean started trotting carefully down his steps to come meet her.

Aev began shuffling towards Sean; maybe she could meet him halfway. As soon as the thought entered her head, however, her feet went out from under her, and her groceries, purse and pride all went flying.

She lay flat on her back, silently wishing into the spitting sky that fate would let her rewind the last 30 seconds, and that she hadn’t just fallen flat on her back in the slushy gutter. She could feel the icy cold wet beginning to seep into the seat of her pants and all other pressure points making contact with the ground. She turned her head and saw a can of beans rolling down the sidewalk. How far did I chuck those bags? She thought to herself.

Aev lifted her head and saw Sean hurrying toward her. She attempted to get one foot under her to stand, but could not gain purchase. She attempted to roll onto her side for leverage, getting herself even more wet in the process, and was able to scramble to her knees.

Sean had reached Aev and grasped one of her hands. “Oh thank goodness you’re alright,” he said, and Aev could see his expression cracking; she could tell he was struggling not to laugh.

“Oh you can go ahead and laugh,” she spat, and Sean let out a short bark of laughter, as if it was steam being carefully contained under a lid. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice quavering with the effort of remaining composed. “But if you could have seen yourself. Your limbs all sprang outward in different directions, and the bags flew…” he paused to stifle a giggle. “Honey, they flew so far. You threw them so hard before you went down…” and then Sean started to lose it. He couldn’t contain it any longer, and he practically dissolved into peals of hysterics.

Aev had to admit that she must have looked pretty absurd, and she couldn’t help but smile despite her discomfort, which consisted of being cold, soggy and wet, but thankfully uninjured. She grabbed her hooting boyfriend’s hand and he tried to pull her up, but all she succeeded in doing is pulling him down on top of her, as the angle caused Sean to lose his footing on the slick pavement as well.

“Ah fuck!” Sean yelled as he went down, with a loud OOF. This finally made Aev laugh in earnest. Sean rolled off the top of Aev and the two of them lay side by side for a spell, laughing into the sleeting Portland sky.

Aev and Sean somehow managed to get up and started looking for the groceries that Aev literally threw into the air; some items had ended up a half a block away on the opposite side of the street. Carefully, slowly, and not without repeated occurrences of slippage, they managed to gather up everything and made it up to Sean’s tiny little flat.

“Oh my god I’m soaked and freaking freezing,” Aev managed with chattering teeth once they were inside.

Sean laughed and rubbed her arms to help warm them. “You and me both. What do ye say we get into a hot shower and warm up?”

“I think that sounds sublime,” Aev replied, and Sean popped into the bathroom to get the water started.  He returned, and hugged Aev tightly to himself. “I’m sorry for laughing at you, but it was hilarious. I’m so glad you’re not hurt though.”

“Thanks a lot,” Aev said dryly, but not without humor. “But about that shower…”

“Yes?” Sean prompted.

“We have too many clothes on for a shower.”

“So we do, so we do,” Sean agreed. He unzipped Aev’s jacket and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. He slid his hands up her waist to push up her sweater, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. Aev began to tug on Sean’s shirt, and the two of them took turns pulling off items of clothing and tossing them around the flat until they both stood naked. Sean bent to capture Aev’s lips with a kiss, and he tangled his fingers into her damp, sandy blonde hair as he began to walk her backward toward the bathroom, where the hot water from the shower was already sending puffs of steam out into the room.

In his increased lust and haste, Sean slipped while entering the shower with Aev and the two of them slammed against the shower wall. “Oof,” said Aev, and the two of them started laughing again.

“Aren’t we the clumsy mess today,” Sean laughed, and kissed Aev’s neck. He turned her around so her back was facing his front, and began trailing kisses down her back as she sighed. He knelt to accommodate a more southerly direction before pausing.

“What is it?” Aev asked a little breathily.

“You’re going to have a large bruise on your arse,” Sean said matter-of-factly. “It’s all red from where you fell. You look like a baboon.”

Aev whirled around and mock-slapped Sean lightly on the shoulder. “A baboon?! Really Sean!”

Sean laughed and stood up. “Don’t get me wrong,” he said, and bent to kiss a pinkened nipple. “A very. Sexy. Baboon.” Each word was punctuated by a kiss to the nipple and finished with a little suckle, making Aev moan lightly.

“You’re lucky I’m turned on,” she said and Sean chuckled with her nipple gently ensconced in his teeth, sending vibrations through her breast and making her shudder.

“How turned on are you, exactly,” Sean said while sliding one hand between Aev’s legs and finding her already slick. “Ah, I see.”

“Pretty freaking turned on, Sean Falco,” she replied. “So I’d prefer it if you would stop talking and fuck me, pretty please,” she said.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, and his mouth was back on hers. They kissed deeply and hungrily, their tongues warring and teeth clattering together, one or both of their jaws cracking with the fervent nature of their snogging, but neither was sure whose.

With no further preamble, Sean turned Aev around again, and she rested against the shower wall on her forearms. She bent at the waist enough to tease Sean’s groin with her ass, and he quickly knelt to lap at Aev’s sex, bending his head enough to lease her clit with the tip of his tongue before drawing his tongue back down the length of her slit. He stood back up and positioned himself quickly before entering her roughly, forcing her to reposition her arms quickly for balance as he slammed into her. She cried out as he rutted behind her, their bare skin slapping audibly in the steamy air. He groaned as her slickness provided no resistance for his thrusts, and he was able to pick up his pace even more, sliding in and out of her relentlessly and making her see stars. She dimly registered a growing soreness in her backside from her fall, and had the presence of mind to think fleetingly, I guess I am getting a bruise and ahhh---

Her climax started to build quickly, as this was the thrilling sort of sex that can’t happen all the time; the raw desire causing all romance and foreplay to be tossed aside in their passion. Her skin squeaked against the shower wall as her limbs started to tremble with ecstasy, the moans emanating from her increasing in their volume and register, and this seemed to excite Sean as well. His own moans mingled with hers as his orgasm arrived, and they came together in the hot water, his thrusts growing erratic and Aev’s limbs getting increasingly heavy, water dripping from their brows, skin pinkened from heat and arousal.

Sean slid out of her gently and Aev gingerly stood, slightly unsteady on her legs, and he gathered her in his arms and they rested against the wall for a while, just letting the hot water wash away the stresses from the day. After a while Sean lifted his head to kiss Aev gently on the forehead.

“That was--” he began. “That was--”

“Hot?” Aev suggested.

“Oh yeah,” Sean chuckled. “Literally and figuratively.”

She kissed him sweetly on the cheek. “Agreed. I’m glad to be here with you.”

“Likewise,” Sean smiled, and then his smile grew into a broad grin. “Even if you do have a red arse.”

“SEAN!” Aev yelled, and their mingled laughter could be heard from outside on the street.

xx

@joz-stankovich

@spaceclone-mom

#sean falco x aev #bad samaritan fic #robert sheehan character fic #sean falco smut #love stories event

[han-shinsuke]

Lately, I noticed some changes in Nishinoya's behaviour towards my brother's friends. He seemed to discern whatsoever I can't figure out myself by just looking at them. Those kids, well, they weren't kids anymore to begin with, are like siblings to me. Basically watched them grow and had good times with them.

"What?!" as long as I can, I will keep my cool even though the mist on the corner of my eyes are already on the edge, "undress." Yuu repeated, forcing me to back away againsts the cold wall of the bathroom. He came unannounced in the training hub and dragged me back home. Luckily, my parents and brother are not around, so there would be no witness. My man had broken his own phone by smashing it in the garage.

"Your room fucking smell like them especially that San Catalina dude! He has his scent all over you." To my dismay, Noya spat and slammed his built against my small ones. Constantly squeezing my body with his fury.

Jealousy has taken over. He was blinded by it and I couldn't do anything to calm him unless, I wear the dress he bought and completely obliged to everything he would have to say.

"I told you, Yuu! They used my room for their final defense and there's nothing amiss with giving them congratulatory hugs!" I pushed him with my hands and he responded by blasting the shower on, drowning our bodies with heavy splashes. "don't make me tell you twice, Rei. You wouldn't like it." He wrecked my clothes from the outer down to the inner pieces, murmuring words meant for hell.

"Fuck. Fuck. You stinks of his scent. I swear I will fucking cut his throat for leaving his stench on my property!" I chose not to speak or drop a comeback or we will both burn each other with our fire. Nishinoya operated me like a doll and washed me thoroughly until the scent that pissed him go away.

"You fucking wear the lilac dress, Rei. I want your legs spread for me when I join you on the bed." I was pushed out of the shower and I just sighed. He's taking a bath and I need to prep myself for him. I blower dry my hair, put on his favorite perfume and wear the damn thin dress that would make his rage diminish.

I sat on my bed and sighed again. The last time I had sex with him was almost a month ago. I remembered joking him to find someone he could get laid on but he bantered expertly and had me sobbing due to his rough movements at his apartment. Damn. Yuu is devilishly good in bed.

"Hmm... pretty," Yuu commented as he walks towards my spot. He was wearing a greyish robe when he situated beside me. "I want you to ride a goddamn pillow for me, Rei. You can do it. I know you can." 

Never imagined Yuu has this kind of fantasy in him. I have been a good girl for him and I have always do whatever he pleases to quench his thirst for sex. There were times when he urged me to watch an adult film with him and then, at the middle of it, he would attack and destroy me really bad. Nishinoya Yuu is an agressive one.

"Y-Yuu... I-I can't." And I'm really scared and it's kinda embarrassing to have a man watch me hump a pillow. 

"Ssshh..." He shushed me with his lips and bit and tugged my red ones between his teeth, "obey me, babe or I will find San Catalina and kill him for real."

The terror and bloodlust portrayed on his face are telling me that I should follow and calamity would be avoided. To be the cause of someone's death was never in my wishlist. Fidgeting, I climbed on the bed and kneel in the middle. Noya, handed me a pillow and sat on the foot of the bed, smirking.

“Part your knees, Rei.” The room temperature increased and so my heartbeats. The pillow was shoved between my thighs and it’s not only my knees that gone separated. My mouth honed an ‘O’ when my cunt came in contact with the edge of the pillow that surprisingly has vibrator inside, “alexa, full speed.” Nishinoya smirked as I trembled. A smart sex toy!

“Aah, gosh!” my hands couldn’t find where to hold or who to hold and that made me, even though it is embarrassing, I ended up gripping my left thigh and right bosom as I rode with the toy’s rhythm, “gosh~ so fast, Yuu aah!” Lust. That’s what he can see in my eyes. Lust and thirst and excitement. Sex is scary. It could turn someone into a complete different person when fed with pleasures and desires.

My eyes were closed but my hands were hard and tight. I gripped the soft flesh and gave little attention to the small pear on the centre, “you are so fucking hot, babe~” I opened my eyes and met his beaming orbs. Nishinoya pointed a finger on the wall and I couldn’t agree more. There’s a full length mirror appended on it. I saw and watched myself in delight. I looked hot while bouncing my cunt and ass against the vibrating pillow and to make the fire go wild, I let go of my breast and let it bounce with the waves that my body is creating.

I was closed but the toy suddenly put on a halt. I sighed and pouted my lips. He removed the pillow between my thighs and thrown it somewhere in my room. Nishinoya discased himself and set down on the bed. His erection was as proud as him. It really looks hard and fat and I couldn’t help but wish to ride it as soon as possible. But the man had other plans in mind. He asked me to sit on his face and I did, “ooohhh~ hold on, Yuu aaahh~ don’t lick me so quick shit.” It was just his tongue that poked my clit but I’m already quivering and humping my core against his warm mouth.

“Cum in my mouth, babe and let me do the work in juicing you dry,” the time he have given wasn’t that enough to grasp the situation fully. He inserted his long tongue into my cunt and swirled and flicked the sensitive muscles that lies in there, stroking the part that had me desperately gasping for air as I squirt in his mouth and filled it with my orgasm. Knowing him, it will take exactly twenty minutes to put Yuu on his high but when it was me, that won’t take long because I don’t have control over it.

“Shit, Yuu~ it feels good~” down on the land, I still hump my cunt against his mouth and he didn’t mind. Instead, he wet my folds and everything in it with his saliva. Licked my labia and sucked the clitoral hood to help me pick up on the another level of heat we were bound to cross.

Nishinoya moaned between his dirty motions and I interpreted it as a ‘go’ to hump and bounce further. Reaching for his hot palms, I put those on my bouncing breast and he grabbed them with needs as he ate and slurped my essence in silence.

The times I moaned and gasped his name couldn’t be measured through counting numerically. It doesn’t matter at this hour and at this fiery moment. He had a grin on his lips when he stopped. I stood on my feet and offered him a hand. Nishinoya eyed me proudly as he watches the juice drips down my thighs down to my ankles. I received a spank from him and I yelped from the sharp pain.

“Spread your legs for me, good girl,” I was put atop of my working desk and he rolled the hem of the lilac dress above my chest and squeezed my other sensitivity with force. I bit the inside of my tongue and wailed in my mind.

“Aahhh goshh~ what the fuck, Yuu!” he spat thrice on my folds and drenched my entrance with it and I have to admit that for a second, I thought it would be a help me accommodate his size but I was wrong. He grown an inch and probably, it gotten fat also or it’s just me loosing the familiarity of his possession. My head bent backwards and the veins on my neck became visible when he goes all the way down to my cervix, bruising it with his thick and hard cap, “Yuuu hhnnggg~” I sobbed at first and then cried afterwards while struggling to push him through his toned abdomen.

But he grabbed my both hands and pinned them above my head while his other hand gripped my neck.

“Yuu... pleaseee aahnnggg~” I was tight and he’s huge and he’s half-choking, half-caressing my neck as he pulls slowly but push harder and deeper.

He seemed to lack of sympathy so he just chuckled over the pain I was feeling by having his length inside me.

“Please, drill deeper and faster? You don’t have to ask, babe~ I always go deeper and faster and harder to make a point and instill the fact that you’re fucking mine alone.” Another hard thrust entered my core and I let out a long wail of pleasure and pain. My legs were trembling really hard with each rough drill and Yuu just laughed it over. Resuming his merciless waves against my hips and there, I realised, I had no choice but to moan, cry and gasp his name. With those, he would reach his peak and I will get a break.

The shaking and moaning didn’t stop even after he reached his orgasm. He unloads his semen and injects his head deeper against my cervix. The first round ended with me crying and shaking and pushing him off.

“Yu–Yuu, pl–please pull out...” and he didn’t. He goes vastly in depth of the place he loves to ruin, “no way.” He says, smirking.

#love #haikyu #haikyuu #smut #imagines #imagine #anime #fluff #nishinoya x y/n #hq nishinoya #dirty imagines #nishinoya x you #nishinoya dom

[carewyncromwell]

[POTC AU] Captain Orion Amari of the pirate ship Artemis and Captain “Carey Weasley” (Carewyn Cromwell) of the HMS Robin Moodboard

x~x~x~x

“Captain,” said Skye rather sharply, “are you sure about this?”

Orion didn’t answer. He was keeping an eye on the incapacitated HMS Robin through his naval telescope as his own white-and-gray painted ship, the Artemis, sailed away from it.

“Their crew won’t be able to come after us, while they’re stuck on that sandbar,” pointed out the first mate, McNully. “And even if they were able to lighten the load enough to get off of it, there’s only a 12% chance they’d decide to fire on us, while we have their Captain aboard.”

“It’s their Captain I don’t trust,” Skye said irritably.

“Captain Weasley surrendered himself to us honorably,” said Orion calmly. He lowered the telescope, tucking it away in the inside of his long olive suede jacket, and strolled past the helm. “We can afford to show him a bit of courtesy in return, considering how much easier he’s made things for all of us...”

“But tying him up and throwing him in your cabin?” demanded Skye, as she pursued Orion down the stairs to the main deck. “He should be locked in irons in the brig -- he’s our prisoner -- ”

“‘Prisoner?’” Orion repeated airily, raising an eyebrow. "I believe I called him a guest, when I first ordered you to take him aboard.”

“Most guests don’t require being tied up, Orion,” McNully pointed out amusedly. Given that he was missing both legs, he transported himself down from the helm by lifting himself up into some loose ropes in the rigging and then swinging and climbing down to his rolling chair left at the base of the stairs.

Skye, however, still persisted. “Captain, I’m serious about this. Something’s off about this Captain Weasley, I can feel it. He’s not acting like the other officers we’ve taken. He was way too calm, way too...nice.”

“I don’t know if I’d say ‘nice’ is the right word, considering he initially cut off one of my wooden legs, when I first arrived on the deck of his ship,” said McNully. “But he has been very civil since he surrendered to us, I have to admit.”

“Of course,” said Orion. “He cares about the safety of his crew, and the terms of our accord were that we take him and spare his crew and ship, was it not? It’s in his best interest to submit to our authority, at least in the interim.”

“There is a 64% chance he’ll fight back as soon as the HMS Robin is out of range of our cannons, though,” McNully warned him. “Perhaps we should break out some manacles, just in case...”

Orion seemed perfectly disinterested in the suggestion. He’d turned his focus to the sailors in the rigging.

“Set a course southwest, helmsman!” he called. “Heave to and full sail! We’ll make a quick stop in Tortuga for supplies on our way to drop off our cargo...”

Skye barreled in front of Orion to stop him from walking any further.

“Tortuga?! Captain, are you mad!?”

“Thanks to Captain Weasley trying and failing to lighten the load of his ship and escape the sand bar, our plunder was underwhelming,” Orion said patiently. “We still need soap and rum before we travel much longer.”

“But if we make port, then that Weasley could escape!”

McNully couldn’t bite back a laugh. “Escape? A Captain of the British Navy, escaping onto an island full of pirates? There’s not even a one percent chance of that happening.”

“Don’t underestimate him,” growled Skye. She snatched something out from the inside of her shirt. “I found this ‘round his neck, when I tied him up -- ”

She held out a gold chain -- dangling on the end was a round gold medallion engraved with a sinister-looking skull.

Orion’s shoulders stiffened noticeably. He held out his hand so that Skye could give the necklace to him.

“Dunno where it’s from, but it’s definitely a pirate medallion,” Skye said under her breath suspiciously. “That ‘Carey Weasley’ may be a Navy stooge, but he’s got links to piracy too, mark my words.”

McNully rolled himself around to get a better look at the medallion too.

“It looks to be solid gold,” he murmured. “Whichever pirate he got that from -- or stole it from, there’s about a 45 percent chance of that -- was likely one of the wealthier ones...”

Orion’s thumb ran over the medallion absently as he stared at it, his dark eyes rippling with a bizarre, indecipherable emotion. Then, after a long moment, he pocketed the medallion inside his olive coat and turned on his heel.

“Stay on course for Tortuga, McNully,” he said quietly. “I should have a private word with our ‘guest.’”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

Orion swept toward his cabin door at the back of the ship, just under the helm. His dark eyes lingered on the doorknob for a short, palpable moment, before he twisted it and pushed the door open.

Sitting in the center of the room was a short young man dressed in a navy blue and white Navy uniform bound to a chair with thick ropes. His ponytail was a shocking ginger red and his blue almond-shaped eyes were focused on the floor in front of his tall black boots rather than on Orion as he entered.

The pirate captain considered the Naval captain carefully for a moment as he slid the door closed behind him with a soft snap. After a moment, he spoke very levelly.

“...Greetings, Captain.”

The red-haired officer smiled in dark amusement.

“Good of you to remember to speak first,” he said coolly. “It’s bad enough luck to have a ginger on board your ship at all, isn’t it?”

His voice was a bit high, which like his perfectly clean face could hint to a very young man, but that voice still echoed with experience and intelligence.

Orion raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t take you for a superstitious sort.”

“I’m not. But I’m Captain of a ship, and I’m more than used to that particular wives tale. Every sailor with red hair becomes very used to letting everyone else initiate any conversations.”

“Must be difficult when there are two of you,” said Orion amusedly. “Like your Lieutenant. Percy, was it?”

Captain Weasley’s eyes narrowed upon the floor without looking up.

“Yes,” he said very coldly.

Orion’s eyes swept around the room, narrowing on a spot on the far wall. He’d had a pair of decorative swords hung up there...

Turning his gaze back to Weasley, he took a few slow, leisurely steps forward, his hand running along the scabbard attached to his belt.

“...How do you like the accommodations?”

“I don’t much care for being tied up,” said the Captain dryly.

“I suppose anyone else would feel similarly...” said Orion very solemnly, “...if they were tied up.”

CLANG!

In an instant, Orion had to bring up his sword to block a blow from another cutlass. The ropes had fallen completely lax and cut open to the floor, and Weasley had leapt to her feet, holding both of the ornate decorative swords that had been on Orion’s wall in his bleeding hands. He must’ve been able to move his chair enough to knock them off the wall and use them to cut his bindings, but catching the blades with his bare hands made him also cut open his palms.

Orion blocked again as the Naval Captain slashed and parried with both swords, beating him backward.

“You used my swords to cut yourself free, then?” asked Orion. “I’m surprised you were able to move enough to reach them, with how tightly Skye must have bound you...”

“I was captured by the Spanish five times, during the War,” the Captain shot back coldly. “I’ve had more than enough experience being tied up -- ”

Once he’d beaten Orion back into a corner, Weasley made a break for the door, but Orion quickly bent down and yanked the rug out from under him.

“AH!”

Weasley felt flat on his face. Orion lunged forward, and Weasley rolled over, blocking his cutlass with both swords.

“Five times?” said Orion, his eyebrows raised in interest. “And you presumably escaped every time? Impressive. I know full well how difficult it can be, to evade the Spanish.”

“Ha!” Weasley gave a very cool laugh. “I’m sure you do!”

Orion and Weasley crossed swords, slashing at the air and slamming their blades against each other in dangerous shings. Weasley kept trying to break for the door, but Orion stubbornly tried to force him back -- he was not going to let him get away.

“You’re very talented with a sword, Captain,” said Orion.

“I don’t need your flattery,” Weasley shot back sardonically.

“And I don’t need you running out onto the deck and causing a scene,” Orion said very gravely, his dark eyes narrowing upon the other Captain’s face. “You’d be surrounded within minutes, once you left my cabin -- ”

Weasley shot her leg out, kicking Orion right in the shin. Orion fell back with a grunt of pain -- within seconds, Weasley had crossed both of his swords against the pirate captain’s neck.

“Not if I have a hostage of my own,” said Weasley softly.

Orion’s dark eyes were wide for only a moment before his face relaxed again.

“A Naval officer resorting to blackmail? And after my crew and I showed you hospitality...I thought you were an honorable sort, Captain.”

Weasley’s eyes flashed dangerously. “You’re in no place to question my honor, Captain -- I know full well that all of the ‘hospitality’ you’ve shown me is only skin-deep.”

Orion raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?” he said, and his level voice betrayed a bit of edge despite himself.

“The Artemis has been capturing and marooning Naval officers up and down British shipping routes for months now,” said Weasley. “It’s terrified the British Navy and the common man alike. People don’t think it’s safe to travel, because they’re afraid that pirates will pillage and plunder any ship they might board -- and the Navy is finding fewer and fewer officers willing to sail those routes, for fear they might be next.”

“As intended,” said Orion placidly. “Less Navy officers on the route means less pirates hunted down like wild beasts.”

“And less people to protect civilians and merchants from those pirates who act like wild beasts.”

Weasley urged Orion up onto his feet, his blue eyes very cold upon the pirate’s face as he walked behind him, ushering him across the cabin toward the door. Blood dripped from his still bleeding palms down the blades of his two swords. 

“I don’t intend to be another statistic that can be used to strike fear into the hearts of others,” he murmured coldly. “I don’t care how gentlemanly you seem -- I don’t abide bullies, no matter who they are.”

“A shame you work alongside an entire Navy of them, then,” said Orion very softly.

He abruptly slammed his head backward right into the Naval Captain’s forehead.

“Augh!”

Weasley was stunned just enough for Orion to duck out from under his swords. Dashing back just enough to grab his sword back up off the floor, he prevented Weasley from again reaching the door by slamming his blade against both of the other Captain’s and pushing him back.

“Since when do you defend the Navy so passionately?” Orion challenged him.

Weasley’s blue eyes narrowed suspiciously. “‘Since when -- ?’ All of the Weasleys -- all of us, who are of age, were seamen, if we’re not still!”

Orion’s lips spread into a bizarre, detached sort of smile. “...Then ‘Weasley’ isn’t just a name you’ve borrowed: it’s a family you’ve found...”

Weasley looked oddly stricken. “What...?”

His eyes then narrowed as he slammed his right sword against Orion’s to push him back and then slashed at his shoulder with his left. Orion just barely avoided the blow, which swept through his long dark hair.

“I seem to recall you weren’t always so cold toward pirates,” said Orion lightly. “May have even harbored one or two, right under the Navy’s nose...”

Weasley’s face had gone very white, but he refused to show any fear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he spat.

CLANG. SHING. Orion and Weasley leapt and spiraled around each other as if they were in a highly choreographed sword dance.

“Your sentiment was very much the same, back then, if memory serves me,” Orion plowed on, his voice remaining rather detached but going lower in his throat. “‘I don’t like bullies, no matter who they are.’ Except back then, that sentiment was directed toward the Navy -- ”

“Don’t patronize me!”

Weasley threw his left sword against Orion’s with another CLANG -- Orion managed to grab the Naval Captain’s right arm and twist his wrist.

“ACK!”

The blood-stained right sword fell to the floor with a clatter. Orion looped Weasley’s right arm behind his back, trying to restrain him.

“What changed you?” Orion whispered in the Captain’s ear. “What’s filled you with such hatred?”

Weasley tried to wrench out of Orion’s grip. Upon not being able to, he stomped on Orion’s foot and used the distraction to pull away and put some distance between them again. The Naval Captain was breathing hard, his blue eyes boring into Orion’s face critically, analyzing him.

“I don’t hate pirates,” said Weasley very softly. “But most pirates aren’t as gentlemanly as you, Captain Amari. Most, when they capture innocent people, don’t just let them go unharmed. Even you don’t drop them off anywhere inhabited -- even you follow the Pirate Code and leave them on deserted islands -- ”

“Along rum-runner routes,” Orion said softly. “They’re always found alive.”

“Even if that were true, you don’t give them back to their families!” Weasley shot back, and his voice for the first time sounded righteously angry. “You still rip them away from their lives, terrify them and their crews, and make them wait around, not knowing if they’ll ever see home again!”

“Those officers were not our enemy, nor are you. We don’t harm anyone who hasn’t given us a reason to.”

“You clearly do, by roping innocent people into this! You don’t think I know this is all to get back at the East India Trading Company, for pressuring the British Navy into hunting down pirates?”

“You don’t think I have reason, to want to protect my crew from people who have sold their souls to the Devil purely out of blind loyalty?” said Orion, and his voice and dark eyes rippled with a faintly icy edge for the first time.

“‘Blind loyalty!’” spat Weasley. “‘Blind’ -- I may be an officer, but my loyalty is not blind. The Company may think that they can buy our service, but they cannot buy any part of me. My loyalty is mine to bestow, upon the deserving.”

The Naval Captain’s blue eyes seared with a vengeful, painful kind of fire.

“The British Navy may be flawed, but it’s where I’ve made a life for myself -- and I don’t care how much you hate the Company, you have no right to separate good men from their families!”

Orion’s dark eyes widened slightly upon the Captain’s face. Then they softened, gaining a darker, almost sadder glint.

“Your brother,” he whispered.

Weasley stiffened sharply. He took a step to the side, which Orion mirrored -- soon they were circling each other, their swords at their sides as they considered each other.

“I have many brothers,” he said coldly.

“Only one blood one, if I’m not mistaken,” said Orion softly. “An older one -- a smart and talented man, who raised you after you both lost your parents...”

Weasley’s blue eyes darted over his face, narrowing almost to slits.

“...Who are you?” he whispered at last.

“You already know who I am. I’m Captain Orion Amari.”

“And yet I don’t recall colliding with an ‘Orion Amari’ previously, however many stories I’ve heard about him.”

Orion smiled slightly, but the expression didn’t quite touch his eyes. He sheathed his cutlass, holding his hands out with the fingers slightly spread, to showcase he wasn’t armed.

“I wouldn’t expect you to. It was a very long time ago -- it took me a while to recognize you, as well, after ten years. But this...”

He reached into the interior pocket of his olive coat and withdrew the gold medallion, dangling it in front of him by its chain. Weasley made a subconscious move as if thinking to grab it back, but he resisted.

“...I remember it very well,” murmured Orion.

His dark eyes drifted down to the medallion as it bobbed back and forth in mid-air.

“You showed it to me, to reassure me that you meant me no harm. Said your brother stole it from your grandfather’s cabin, before he stowed away with you in a jollyboat and you both escaped. Said your grandfather was a pirate too, but a much meaner one...Captain Charles Cromwell, of the ship Revenge.”

He could still see the gentleness that had been in those blue eyes -- feel the soft hand reaching out to touch his cheek, to try to comfort him when he was shaking from head to toe...

“...Soon after, the Navy caught up with me, and you hid me in a hole under a loose set of floorboards under your bed. You were able to charm the soldiers enough to persuade them you hadn’t seen me. Even your own brother believed you, until you came to get me, long after the soldiers were gone -- and immediately after you pulled the carpet up and helped me out, you -- ”

“Insisted you stay for dinner.”

Orion looked up, startled.

Weasley’s face was very white as he stared at Orion, his almond-shaped blue eyes very wide and alight with emotion.

“You were really thin and you weren’t very clean,” he murmured, “so I refused to let you leave until I took care of you properly. You were too scared to sleep at first, so I sat up and held your hand and sang songs to you until you fell asleep. And when I asked your name, all you would tell Jacob or me was -- ”

“‘Smithy,’” finished Orion, his voice oddly hushed.

His face didn’t break into a full smile, but his dark eyes had welled up with an intense, rippling, admiring kind of softness -- the kind more appropriate to see on the face of a man in love.

The Captain called “Weasley” stared at Orion for a long moment, his blue eyes rippling in amazement and disbelief. Then he dropped the remaining sword in his left hand to the floor with a clatter and swept right up to Orion, his arms encircling the pirate in a full embrace.

“It’s you,” he whispered incredulously, a smile rippling through every word. “After all this time...you’re alive...you’re here...?”

Orion had stiffened very slightly when the Naval Captain had reached him, but within seconds he’d tentatively brought his arms around him in return. Gradually, slowly, his grip tightened, his soot-blackened fingers digging into the fabric of the officer’s blue Navy coat and his chin resting on the other’s shoulder.

“...You believed me dead?”

“Well, you refused Jacob’s and my help -- we knew you had to be a fugitive, for you to give us a fake name, and when you left that night without a word and never resurfaced again...well...we feared the worst. I reassured Jacob for ages that you seemed resourceful, and that you might’ve had a way out of Port Royal, but...Jacob and I had only managed to get away from Grandfather because we could tag team to steal the jollyboat and then take turns rowing until we finally reached land. As far as we knew...you were alone. And no sailor can sail off an island alone.”

“I was fortunate enough to be able to stowaway on a merchant ship until it reached Portobello. I then enlisted with another crew, once I reached Tortuga.”

“That was the other part of it. With the Company demanding such brutal action against pirates...if you had somehow survived...”

“Weasley” exhaled.

“...all I’d hoped was that you’d somehow been able to go straight, so you wouldn’t end up a target.”

“You know full well how hard that is,” said Orion very solemnly.

“...I know.”

The Captain’s soft voice echoed with sorrow and compassion -- just as it had, when they’d first met...

Orion closed his eyes absently, breathing in slowly. He could smell rosemary...soap, no doubt.

“I’m glad you’re safe,” murmured the Naval Captain.

Orion slowly opened his eyes. “...I’m glad that that knowledge doesn’t disappoint you, Carewyn.”

The Captain called “Carey Weasley” -- in truth Carewyn Cromwell -- finally pulled away enough to look him in the face.

“Of course it doesn’t disappoint me,” she said severely. “I may be an officer of the Navy and I might have to march lock-step with the East India Trading Company sometimes, but I’m not that terrible.”

“I suppose with your family history, I couldn’t expect you to feel no sympathy, for our plight,” said Orion, “but with your brother having been taken by pirates...I admit, I wasn’t sure.”

Carewyn’s almond-shaped blue eyes were very solemn.

“Jacob joined a ship as their navigator, so as to earn enough money to support us,” she explained. “On the way back from Africa, however, his ship was attacked by a pirate captain named Howell Davis. Most of the ship’s crew made it out alive, but the pirates took all of their cargo...and Jacob along with it.”

Orion’s eyes narrowed. “Did they know Captain Cromwell?”

“I don’t think so. Even if they did, they probably wouldn’t have made a connection, since Jacob was using the name ‘Roberts’ at the time. But after he vanished, I had to find a way on my own...so I disguised myself as a boy and joined the Navy. It was there that I met Bill Weasley, who sort of looked after me, since we were the only two gingers in the ranks at the time. Then he figured out I was really a girl, and he decided I should use his last name so as to better hide my identity, since everyone in England knows the Weasley family is full of sons. Soon Bill’s brother Charlie joined up too, and since Charlie’s the same age as me, we played it off that we were twin brothers. Percy joined right after the War was over, after Bill joined the church and Charlie took up a blacksmith’s apprenticeship in Port Royal.”

“And you became a Captain yourself.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice. I don’t have any sort of dowry or money to my name, but Navy captains at least earn a better salary. And while I’m at sea, people won’t question why I’m not married and haven’t started a family yet...for now, anyway. I’ve already had to try to dissuade Governor Farrier from trying to matchmake me with his daughter so that I’d have a reason to stay near Port Royal and help him in his anti-pirate crusade...”

“It’s good to know that you don’t kowtow completely to your new masters, at least,” said Orion.

Despite the faint wryness in his smile, his eyes and voice were incredibly sincere. He felt so...so very happy, knowing that.

He reached out and took both of her hands in his. They were still bleeding from the cuts on her palms.

“Now then,” he said softly, “we should tend to those straight away. Your hands should never be stained with blood -- even your own.”

Carewyn smiled slightly as Orion led her to sit down on his bed before bustling over to find some bandages.

“Orion...”

The pirate captain’s shoulders tensed slightly.

“Yes?” he said as levelly as he could without turning around.

Carewyn laughed quietly. “I’m sorry...I just never knew your real name before. ...It is your real name, isn’t it? Orion?”

His heart gave a light flutter at her saying his name again. Her smile seemed to echo in every syllable...

Orion swallowed back the lump in his throat.

“...Yes,” he said softly. “It is.”

“Orion Amari,” Carewyn murmured to herself, almost like she was tasting it. “...It is really a very handsome name.”

“...Mm...”

Orion suddenly felt very shaky on his feet, and for once, it wasn’t due to the back-and-forth swaying movement of the Artemis.

“...much better than ‘Smithy,’ I suppose,” he said as airily as he could.

Carewyn giggled behind her hand. “I don’t know. I reckon ‘Captain Smithy’ could still catch on, if one were to put in the effort.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #au #pirates of the caribbean #potc au #carewyn cromwell #orion amari #aesthetic #moodboard #my writing #my fanfiction #bill weasley #jacob cromwell #charlie weasley #percy weasley #jules farrier #other people's mcs #yes bill is basically a quasi-will turner even if he's in the clergy and charlie's the blacksmith #bill is smitten with the governor's daughter <3 #and he charlie and carewyn are actually all saving up so they can buy their own ship and go into business as merchants together!! #since they're all rather poor #but yeah I had bill as being in the church because I kind of love the thought of this chill gentle priest suddenly whipping out a cutlass #and kicking everyone's arse #kind of like aramis in the man in the iron mask!! 8D #and yeah once charlie and bill learn carey's been taken they'll at first be terrified because 'THEY'LL FIND OUT SHE'S A GIRL D8' #and so they and jules (who's actually carey's surrogate sister in this universe too!) would commandeer a ship to go save her #only for yeah charles cromwell and the cursed pirates to show up #looking for their last medallion #and yeah yeah yeah you get the idea #huge mess

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Peace

AN: Hello! Again, this is a small thing for anyone who wants to read it. If you like it, please let me know!

***

The Force is a living thing, as present as the blood in your veins. The ebb and flow of Force energy from the galaxy around them. The Force reverberated in life, echoing brightly back in the light or consuming like a black hole. 

For Miraluka, it was always there. Always present.

Lukaan couldn't sleep. Miraluka, as a species, didn't have eyes, but they still slept. But he couldn't sleep. He couldn't limit his sight long enough to relax.

His sight wasn't like a human's. He didn't see in shades or blobs of color but in broad shapes. The Force echoed back to him, letting him know where he was and where everything else was in the room as well. The Force showed silhouettes- shadows against a dark background- contrasting against inanimate objects and illuminating bright outlines of emotion, feeling, and spirit among sentient beings.

Space was cold. He wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulders. It rested soft against his cheek and heavy over his body. Without thinking, he extended his sight to his room.

Republic engineers didn't design the starship for comfort. The crew quarters were narrow and jam-packed with bunks. The bunks weren't anything he wasn't used to- a standard twin-sized mattress made of some kind of mass-produced polyfoam. It wasn't that different from his accommodations on Alpheredes with the other apprentices.

He extended his sight beyond the room and through the walls. He felt a star nearby, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, energy stretching out towards him. He pulled the sight closer.

Droids felt different, unique as not fully alive in the Force but not absent of life like a chunk of durasteel. TeeSeven rested in the engine room below, without the whirl of energy that accompanied him—powered down. And down the hall, he saw the captain's quarters, a large bed, and a dresser along with some walking room. And Kira, asleep.

He withdrew his sight to give her privacy.

Lukaan rolled over. The bunk was like any other bunk bed: military issued, sparse with little room to stretch out. He carefully bent his legs slightly, so his knees touched the wall, and his back was to the room.

The captain's quarters were more comfortable, but- Lukaan bit back a smile. 

Kira called the captain's quarters.

While Seetoo educated him on the ship's ins and outs, Kira walked right past them and into the captain's quarters. Lukaan found her starfished on the bed.

"Dibs."

And that was that. It was audacious and inappropriate for a Padawan, but it made him laugh for the first time since he killed Tarnis.

A sick feeling sank back into his stomach. Tarnis. Angral. The Sith.

It was strange to be without any guidance. Lukaan still felt like a Padawan playing at Knight. He half expected a master beside him to help guide him along. Instead, he had an astromech droid and a makeshift Padawan of his own.

He slept that first night uneasily. The sounds of the ship were unfamiliar as they traveled through lightspeed. He was used to the bustle of the temple, both on Alpheredes and Tython. He wasn't used to the silence of space. The reassuring hum of Kira's Force energy in the captain's room across the deck was the only thing providing him any peace. 

***

There were things he would never know. His lightsaber was cyan - a shade of blue lighter than the sky. He would never see it. He had a Padawan, but her face was a blank canvas in his mind.

He asked TeeSeven what Kira looked like, the curiosity getting the better of him. "Kira = Pale skinned Human + red hair + blue eyes." Colors meant nothing to him except what they made him feel and think. Red made him think of warmth and light while blue made him think of cold water and Tython's rivers. Contrasting but uniquely alive. A faceless woman appeared in his mind's eye. He couldn't see her face, but she glowed brightly as a sun.

Ord Mantell hurt. A thousand different feelings smashed into him as he set foot in Fort Garnik. Pain, anger, greed. It reminded him of Coruscant, but worse. It was an active warzone with life blinking out like firelight in a rainstorm. All deaths left echoes in the Force, and he felt each one.

TeeSeven helped him infiltrate the Imperial outpost. It hadn't ended well. The Imperials hadn't surrendered, and they left no survivors. Their deaths clung to him like a shroud. He pulled his focus into himself and away from his surroundings. There is no emotion; there is peace.

He hadn't wanted to kill anyone. Maybe a more seasoned Jedi could've talked them down.

At least they had information for General Var Suthra. 

He froze in the airlock. His throat closed up.

A lightsaber hovered dangerously below Kira's chin and close to her throat.

There is no emotion.

The hostility of the Sith hit him square in the chest. It was just like Tarnis- how hadn't he sensed him? 

"So your Master was here all along. Well played, Padawan. Your lies convinced even Darth Angral."

His jaw clenched. Kira didn't feel hurt.

They bound Kira's hands in front of her body. Somehow she still projected cockiness even with death a centimeter away—light and dark auras battering against one another like waves on the sand.

Lukaan drew his lightsaber. 

"Put down that lightsaber and step away from my Padawan." 

"Spare me your pathetic demands. I hold the power here, not you."

His fingers bit hard into the leather wrap around his lightsaber. Lukaan paced the short length of the airlock. 

TeeSeven guarded his back and aimed his blaster attachment at the Imperials flanking the sith. Two Imperial soldiers and two Sith Acolytes. The Sith kept talking.

"Imperial intelligence noticed this girl wandering the station and alerted my master. Darth Angral came from twenty parsecs away for a personal interrogation. Unfortunately, we were led to believe you weren't here."

"Told them you were on Corelia. Suckers." Kira's aura helped calm the storm in his chest. At least Angral wasn't here.

"No matter. We have you now. Surrender--unless you want your Padawan to die."

He exhaled sharply and struggled to hold onto emotional detachment.

"He's lying. He can't kill me. Angral's orders."

That's all he needed to hear. "Release my Padawan. It's your only way out of this."

The Sith wasn't ruffled, but neither was Tarnis. Sith and their arrogance. "I'll never understand what drives you Jedi to throw away your lives. You risk certain death to free this girl. Why? Some misguided sense of duty?"

The words ripped out of his mouth without thinking. "Leave Kira alone."

"When I present Darth Angral with your head, he'll be most appreciative."

With that, the Sith pushed Kira away.

It ended quickly with a backward thrust, his blade in and out of the Sith's stomach. That dark malevolence vanished, leaving behind a hole in the Force. He'd never threaten any of them again.

The others were also quickly dispatched.

Sick satisfaction slithered in his gut. No. He swallowed down the feeling. He couldn't take joy in another's death. He needed to meditate later. He needed rest.

Kira extended both shackled hands to him. He cut through the bonds and extinguished the blade.

Kira rubbed at her wrists. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I've never been happier to see anyone my whole life."

Without the threat of imminent death, Kira's aura shone bright and warm. His words got tangled in his mouth. "That goes double for me."

Heat rose up the back of his neck and towards his ears. He needed to recenter himself. 

There is no emotion.

#My fic #My character #lukaan #Lukaan/Kira #swtor #swtor stuff

[unlockthelore]

Wander

Hiei found his thoughts wandering as the night stretched on and sleep seemed impossible.

From the series Growing Pains on Ao3. For more updates, follow the growing pains tag on this blog.

I want to go home.

Hiei could hardly put into words how he detested this world. Ningenkai was a cesspool reeking of humans, dressed in fine lies based on moralities kept only by those in power to ensnare the masses. Humans could keep their platitudes. He hardly needed to hear Reikai propagation either. There was no saving this world and it didn’t take a genius to notice. Demons were woven into tales describing wickedness and destruction, but humans were worse. At least demons didn’t hide their true nature to feel better about themselves. 

Hiei breathed in slowly and lifted his chin, allowing the back of his head to touch the wall behind him. It was easier to ground himself in the moment as he stared out the window. Sarayashiki’s glittering lights, blurred through sluices of rain rolling down the cool dark glass. The neighborhood, muted in color and quiet, save for the sleepy twittering birds in the cherry tree out front and occasional roll of wind across the house’s shingled roof. His heart shivered with nagging guilt and rage of being in this world, enduring another night’s passing in solitude and failure.

Well, partial solitude. Hiei’s shoulders tensed as a soft sigh rippled through the silence and a tingle of energy coursed from elbow to fingertip. He flexed his fingers to settle sudden pinpricks gouging his skin and glanced toward the far side of the room. His apprehension raised exponentially as slivers of moonlight illuminated furniture, personal possessions, and the being tucked beneath powder blue blankets on a narrow bed tucked in the furthest corner. 

Deceitfully frail and vulnerable while in the throes of sleep, Kurama rested with his blankets tucked up to his nose, vibrant red hair splayed messily over a cream-colored pillow. It annoyed Hiei how deceptive his very existence was, how easily he could maintain this illusion, and how effortlessly he could find sleep on this unbearably quiet night.

Though what Hiei hated most of all was how on edge Kurama could leave him simply by sighing in his sleep. Warily, he eyed shadows lingering out of moonlight’s reach. It was the writhing ones he was cautious of. Vines and tendrils awaiting their master’s command to tear him to shreds if he so much as breathed wrong. Emotions stirred in his chest as he thought of the fox’s preparations. True, Kurama offered his room as shelter should Hiei need refuge from the rains, but Kurama hardly trusted him in his domain. It was a hollow-hearted attempt at maintaining their unsteady alliance and Hiei knew he should’ve found it revolting, but he was… impressed. 

Kurama may pretend to be human but there were layers to his being, and Hiei could hardly understand his urge to peel them back one by one, by claw or fire. It wasn’t as if the fox wouldn’t allow such a thing. Kurama was annoyingly determined to prolong this ruse for his mother’s sake. A sentiment Hiei found increasingly annoying with how much he had to perpetuate for the human woman’s comfort and Kurama’s impersonation of a normal boy - but it was either that or invoke Kurama’s wrath, and Hiei wasn’t sure which was more profitable or alluring. 

“Having difficulty sleeping?” 

Hiei emerged from his thoughts with a sharp intake of breath like a man gasping for air after he’d been drowning. And drowning he’d almost been. He stared into a pair of eyes as green as the fields he’d ran through since the time of his abandonment. Achingly familiar yet bearing depths he couldn’t explore, and felt the itching pull beneath the skin to tread closer to. Finally, he remembered who those eyes belonged to.

Nature might have tolerated Hiei but it adored Kurama. The verdant depths pulling Hiei toward him would ensnare him, just as quickly as they could glimmer while his life reached its end. Immediately, he snapped the thread drawing him into Kurama’s lull and narrowed his eyes, viewing the still fox beneath dark eyelashes.

Hiei curled his fingers into a fist and braced it against his bent knee, glowering at Kurama as he chastised himself on how he could allow him to affect him this way. Questions of what the fox knew and meaning behind his inquiry flooded his mind. 

“Would you prefer I had music playing or something of the sort to ease the quiet?” Kurama asked, rubbing his eyes like a sleepy child. “It’s often noisier in Makai, even in the night, there’s rarely stillness. Something is always creeping about ready to strike…”

Hiei wanted to scoff. The only thing ready to strike right now was Kurama’s plants and Hiei himself if he needed to defend his life. Yet, mental exhaustion and curiosity were at war with derision. He wondered where Kurama laid his head during his days as the King of Thieves. None would be foolish enough to challenge him even while he seemed defenseless. Did his very presence clear the woods around him, ward off predator and prey alike? 

Who would be foolish enough to wake a slumbering Youko Kurama after all?

“Hiei…?” 

Hiei snapped to focus and stared at Kurama, now half-sitting up and looking at him openly. His bed-ragged hair spilled around his ears and dusted across the top of his shoulders where it curled at the ends. His skin always seemed so soft and smooth, as did most of him, and Hiei knew if he touched him then he would feel the power coursing beneath his skin. Somehow, he knew and he wasn’t sure why he wanted to know if it were true.

How did those hands touch so gently but execute sharp movements with a precision as beautiful as it was deadly? Hiei cursed himself internally, turning his head away. He didn’t want to be caught lingering on Kurama’s hands or any part of him at all. Suddenly, this  room which was certainly big enough for them both was suffocatingly small.

Hiei thought of leaping out into the night and going elsewhere. The rain had stopped long ago and by now some of the trees would have dried enough for him to find a place to sleep. Although, that would mean leaving behind Kurama. Perhaps it was the mental exhaustion or his reminder of their alliance - but Hiei knew leaving the fox was not an option.

He swallowed thickly and the longer the silence stretched on, the more he was aware of Kurama’s gaze on his back, awaiting an answer. Normally, the fox would resign himself when Hiei’s silence lingered but he seemed uncharacteristically determined to draw a response out of him this time. Hiei inhaled and fought to keep the air from rattling in his lungs; he timed it for a few seconds then allowed himself to exhale. Kurama couldn’t see how he affected him. Hiei hardly understood it himself, and anything he didn’t know but allowed the fox to be aware of was a disadvantage he couldn’t allow.

“… There are trees near here,” Hiei began as he unfurled his fist. He paused to give Kurama a side-long glance. “Ones that aren’t strangled by buildings… or humans.”

Kurama studied him for a moment. Hiei wasn’t sure what he saw but the fox seemed to accept his non-answer, combing his fingers through his hair. It was distracting and Hiei almost quipped for him to stop it. 

“Well then,” Kurama’s eyes flickered from the alarm clock on his bedside table to Hiei and the quip died on his tongue as a smile curved the fox’s lips. “Shall we go?”

Hiei blinked at the offer. Kurama had been strangely accommodating as of late and left him at a loss for what he wanted. He would never want to place himself in the fox’s debt, but this was a proposal with no foreseeable benefit aside from a bit of peace. Slowly, Hiei nodded and his heart skipped a beat as Kurama rose from the bed smoothly then began to issue orders - if his bedroom plants’ quivering was any indication. 

Why would he want to accompany me, Hiei thought.  He’d been fairly certain Kurama was deeply asleep and he rarely ventured from his home during the night. Especially considering his vessel needed rest and Shiori was vulnerable. Hiei followed Kurama’s movements with his eyes, quirking a brow as he sifted through his closet. 

A dark beige coat pulled was from its hangar and slipped over the fox’s shoulders, broad shoulders tensed as they pulled backward to accommodate the coat’s rise. His hair tucked beneath its collar was pulled free in one fluid movement, rustling as he shook his head slightly, reminding Hiei of Makai’s reddened sky. Green eyes cut toward him suddenly, wide and piercing with their vague intrigue. 

Hiei turned away before he could give something away and slid the window open, leaping out into the night.

His foot barely grazed the thin powerlines, steel scraping against the soles of his boots as he descended to the empty streets below. If there was one similarity to Makai that the Ningenkai had to offer, it would’ve been his wariness when in the open. In Kurama’s bedroom, Hiei only needed to keep an eye on one being. Yet outside of his bedroom and even his home - the world was filled to the brim with nuisances and nothings vying for a chance at the fox’s territory.

Aligning himself with Kurama granted Hiei no small amount of enemies but even with the prickling sensation on his skin, and the feeling of eyes watching him, he welcomed the challenge.  A soft thud caught Hiei’s ears and he looked back in time to catch Kurama gracefully rising from a crouch. The fox tossed his head from one side then the other while surveying the nearby houses. Hiei knew he would be looking for potential onlookers and quelling his uncertainty of his secret’s keeping, distracted long enough for him to glance him over. 

It wasn’t often Hiei saw Kurama barefoot and felt an old argument form on his tongue. Then, Kurama faced him. There, just below the surface, Hiei caught a glimpse of something in his eyes. It was the same something he’d gleaned when they quarreled in the kitchen before their alliance truly began. Something wild and familiar, disappearing from sight before he could grasp it. 

Kurama’s head inclined slightly, his brow raised in a silent question: What is on your mind?

Hiei turned his head away. A familiar gesture: None of your business.

Like that the moment ended and they fell in step, walking down the street in the night’s stillness. Once Kurama’s home was out of sight, the fox started to lead him through the concrete and asphalt maze. Hiei gazed up at the dark and quiet houses, glaring disdainfully as streetlamp buzzed while insects droned around their glowing lights.

“How far is it?” Hiei asked, and he could feel Kurama’s eyes on him but refused to meet his gaze.

“Five minutes from here,” Kurama assured as he led him down another street, seeming not to notice when Hiei glanced back to memorize where they turned. “It won’t take long.”

Hiei’s nose wrinkled. This wasn’t a common route he’d seen Kurama on. Had the fox sought refuge elsewhere in the night long before they met? Taken back roads to not be noticed by others. A slight thrill coursed through him at the thought. 

“… How do you do this?” Hiei asked, continuing when he heard Kurama’s questioning hum. “The quiet.”

This time, he glanced at Kurama and noticed him looking ahead, and the light illuminating every detail of his face. “You grow used to it after some time..” Shadows lingering beneath his eyes were dispelled when he blinked and glanced in Hiei’s direction. “I had little option when I had no true control over this vessel.”

Vessel. It wasn’t often Kurama referred to his own being as a ‘vessel’. At times, he seemed to be crossed between referring to it as a body or himself. Shuuichi and Youko Kurama were referred to as separate entities but the only one he could see was the being before him now. 

Hiei tore his gaze away from him and tasted the question on the tip of his tongue but swallowed it, replacing with another. “What did you do then?”

“… My mind drifted often,” Kurama murmured, sounding wistful. “I dreamt when my body needed rest and when I awoke, mother had me with her.” 

Is that why you trust her so, Hiei thought. For the woman to have taken care of him well in a state where he was helpless would have taken sacrifice on her behalf. Perhaps he felt there was a debt to be repaid. Honestly, he couldn’t make sense of it even now. 

 Kurama led him down a side alley that ended in a wide road, parting on one side and another to pathways leading toward homes - and a shopping district if he remembered right. But a head, the asphalt and concrete gave way to dirt-paved roads sinuously traversing trees and shrubs. Hiei sniffed the air. Petrichor emanated from the drying grass, and an earthy must exuded from damp tree bark.

From the corner of his eye, Hiei saw Kurama’s mouth open but he bolted forward and scoured the park trails and grasslands until he found a suitable tree. Its bark was still damp but the leaves were thick and fairly dried, only the outer ones hanging at the end of their boughs dripped water. Hiei pulled himself up and settled on one of the branches, crossing his legs and settling his back against the tree bark, the stretch of his cloak across his knees providing a suitable place for his hands. He breathed in the musky, freshness of a world washed free of human stench. 

His nose twitching when wildflowers and a subtle vein of vanilla, sweet but not overpoweringly so, interrupted his thoughts. Opening one eye and gazing down at Kurama standing beneath the tree with his hands tucked in his pockets, head tipped back as a breeze swept through the thicket and grass rippled in waves. He seemed at home like this. Wholly in his element amidst all that adored him and while Hiei knew he should’ve felt wary with all of this, and the fox’s capabilities, it was mesmerizing. 

He debated for a moment, the pulling itch beneath his skin returning and he knew if he reached out with youki or hand, he’d never be able to touch him. 

He’s too far, Hiei thought and clenched his hands into fists, staring intently at the top of Kurama’s head. 

“… Are you going to stand there the entire time?”

He saw the slight tense in Kurama’s shoulders then the subtle note of relaxation. Curious. Why was he relaxing around him? 

Slowly, Kurama tipped his head back and his hair’s curl brushed against is cheek. What would it feel like to tuck it behind his ear as he’d done before? “Would you prefer if I left?” He asked, a touch of amusement lilting his words although there was a thin line of seriousness. Kurama would likely leave if he asked him to or demanded.

Hiei reveled in that, was confused by it, and disheartened. He huffed and raised a brow at him, remembering directness was key. If not he would surely find some loophole and he didn’t want to fight him when he was this comfortable. 

“If I wanted you to leave, I wouldn’t have let you lead me here,” Hiei retorted flatly, furrowing his brow. “Get up here.”

To Hiei’s surprise, the branch shivered and in the blink of an eye, Kurama was situating himself on one side of it. His legs dangled over the side and he reached up to pluck one of the leaves, twirling it between his fingers. Hiei eyed it with the scrutiny one would give an assailant with a knife. With a leaf in hand, Kurama might as well have been wielding one after all.

Unperturbed by Hiei’s watchfulness, Kurama gazed forward at the treetops and twirled the leaf idly between fingers and thumb. “During moments like this, I find myself longing for Makai…”

Hiei raised a brow. That was news to him. He’d almost considered the fox had grown used to his human captivity or was waiting for an opportunity of some kind. More than that, the sudden confession was odd. Kurama seldom spoke his thoughts so clearly and earnest. 

“Then return,” Hiei replied. It was a simple solution to a simple problem after all.

As if reading his mind, Kurama huffed and muttered, “It isn’t so simple.” 

Hiei leveled a flat glare at him. Of course it was simple. Though before he could state his argument, Kurama’s potential reasoning came to mind, and once again the fox made him wonder if he could read minds.

“I can’t leave my mother behind,” Kurama said, stealing the reasoning in far more sentimental words than Hiei would use.

Hiei wrinkled his nose and looked him over. Was he speaking to the fox within the boy or the boy masquerading as a fox? Where was the divide between the two? Where did Shuuichi end and Youko Kurama begin? The pull was now a shove but Hiei resisted its lull, pressing his claws to the palm of his hands to keep himself grounded.

After a moment of silence, he grumbled, “… She isn’t your mother.” 

Kurama blinked at him and Hiei wondered if he had offended him. The tree wasn’t swallowing him whole or piercing him with a thousand green needles, so he deduced Kurama was either unmoved or contemplating his death. The glimmer in Kurama’s eyes dulled and he turned his gaze away, taking with it a bit of Hiei’s piece of mind. He seemed almost… disappointed. 

“Perhaps not in blood, but she is my mother,” Kurama explained, and despite the gentleness in his voice, his words were firm. “I will not abandon her.”

Hiei opened his mouth then snapped it shut at the mention of abandonment. Discomfort squirmed inside him. It wasn’t his intention but saying it wouldn’t have settled this unease between them. Hiei almost thought of leaving, finding another tree far from Kurama where he could brush off this feeling like the rain dripping from the tree’s crown. But instead he stayed and allowed his mind to temporarily succumb. A young girl smiled at him from the back of his eyelids, her bushy turquoise hair tied up with its reddened six-point ribbon blew westward on a frigid breeze. Crimson eyes curved and downturned, squinted as she smiled brightly, pure white snow surrounding her and glowing in the moonlight. Yet, she stood out in it all.

She was the only thing that mattered.

He reached out to her in his mind but her image wavered along with the landscape, rippled like the water’s surface and when it vanished, only showed his own lone figure - lost and aching. Hiei opened his eyes and tipped his head back, resting against the tree bark. Kurama was still there, staring off into the distance, and if he noticed the distraction he hadn’t said.

Hiei wasn’t sure what he would tell him if he did. Likely nothing. His business was his own. Just as Kurama’s was his own. Realizing the boundary he overstepped, Hiei nodded curtly.

“Hmph, so that’s how you survived.”

Kurama glanced toward him, his lips parted slightly then pressed into a thin line. “She protected me to the best of her ability, even though she hadn’t needn’t to..” Hiei could have sworn he’d seen regret and a softness to his eyes but it was lost as Kurama’s fringe fell over his eyes. “It is my turn to be a better son for all she had done for me.”

A better son, Hiei thought. 

He refused to let his mind wander to his own mother and closed his eyes. “Does a better son sit in trees past midnight with apparitions?”

Kurama chuckled, though it was more of a rumbling sound, muffled behind his smiling mouth. “.. No,” he said, and the warmth in his voice caught Hiei’s attention. “But no one is perfect..”

“… Then be as you are.”

He could feel Kurama’s eyes on him and dismissed it entirely. The fox may not have been perfect but he was as he was. And Hiei knew more than anyone, the pursuit of perfection was futile. Silence lulled over them but Hiei could hear the quiet shift and scratch of bark over cotton. Was Kurama moving closer? He felt his presence, but he’d always felt his presence close to him.

Quietly, Kurama muttered, “Perhaps I can do that…” and Hiei wondered if he was mishearing the tender contemplation in those words.

They sat in silence for a while longer and Hiei felt the lull. He couldn’t fall asleep but his tension loosened, and he felt himself relax. Seconds ticked into minutes then stretched into an hour and he wondered if Kurama would eventually tell that it was time to go back. He did have to go to school tomorrow. 

But nothing came, and the longer they sat, the less comfortable it was - and the more curious. Hiei began to slowly open his eyes and peek at the fox, only to open them wide as he noticed Kurama’s head bobbing lightly. His eyes were closed and in the soft glow of the street lamps, he seemed just as he’d been in his bed. 

Vulnerable.

Something in his chest fluttered to life and Hiei glanced around then focused on Kurama. If he fell forward, he would have potentially hurt himself if he didn’t wake up and catch himself before. Even then, what would it do for his reputation if he were caught falling out of a tree? Hiei frowned and stiffened up when Kurama’s head fell forward again, turning himself sideways and inching closer. The air electrified around his fingertips as he reached out to steady him with a light touch to his arm. Kurama’s breath hitched and Hiei froze, a thousand curses on the tip of his tongue for Kurama putting him in this situation. Though when Kurama didn’t stir, Hiei sighed then shifted closer to let Kurama lean against him. 

This had to be some kind of trap. A trick. Even a test. Kurama dozing off and seemingly allowing his openings to show, leaning against Hiei of all people. Hiei waited for the surprise to come. For this ruse to fall - then Kurama sighed and pressed his cheek against Hiei’s shoulder, his hair falling over his eyes. 

Hiei’s heart fluttered and he knew this was doing something to him. His ears twitched as a steady beat caught his attention. It was slow, even, but unmistakable.

Kurama’s heart.

The sound was so much different than a demon’s. Hiei blinked slowly and let his eyes drift shut. 

It was a nice sound.

#yu yu hakusho #kurahi #kurama #hiei #fanfiction #my fanfiction #growing pains

[monstersandmaw]

Male hermit crab mer x reader (nsfw). Mermay story #3

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Eep, sorry it's a bit later than I wanted, and it's technically not May any more, but I got sick, and I'm still writing those last few hand-written stories for you.

This story got a great reaction from my Patreon supporters, and he’s been a subject of discussion over on my Patreon discord server too! I’m really excited to introduce him to you folks now too!

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To say that you’d needed money was an understatement.

You’d quit your job at the supermarket because of your arsehole manager, and your bank account was down to single digits as the start of the summer rolled by. You realised you had to do something before you starved to death and couldn’t make your rent. As if by divine providence, your eye caught an advertisement in the window of the local newsagent’s as you went to buy a pint of milk on evening.

Yours was one of the parts of the city that was less populated by humans and more by non-humans, and as such, you’d become a familiar face to the minotaur who ran the shop. With a soft smile, he watched you staring wistfully at the advert on the back of the door, and when you’d not moved for a good few minutes, he said in his big, deep, gentle voice, “You thinking of doing it?”

“Hmm? Oh…” you said, startling and glancing round at him before letting your eyes return to the poster.

With a picture of a wide sandy beach, the “Starfall Springs’ Summer Kids’ Activities Camp” was advertised in bold colours, promising ‘activities and games for all abilities, treasure hunts, learn to swim, surf, snorkel, and even ride, play a variety of games, music, and take part in story telling, basic survival and outdoor education courses, and art classes’.

“I’m not a kid,” you snorted playfully, and the minotaur laughed.

He flicked his white ear and said, “If you’re looking to get involved though, my cousin is running one of the outdoor classes and he’s one of the organisers. He said they’re kind of understaffed this year.”

“Oh man,” you groaned. “I could use the money, for sure, but I can’t teach swimming or bug hunting or whatever…”

“You could take the art classes, or just help out with some of the other activities?” he suggested. “I actually did it a couple of years ago, and it was really fun. They focus a lot on breaking down barriers between the species, and trying to get everyone involved. I think you’d be great at it. Let me give you my cousin’s number…”

He scribbled down a phone number and the name ‘Dane’, and handed it to you on a scrap of paper.

“Thanks,” you said, gratitude swelling inside you, and no small degree of hope.

With the final pay cheque that came in from your former job just in time, you payed your rent for the month and bought a ticket to Starfall Springs. You’d negotiated free accommodation in conversation with Dane, by agreeing to take on two more activities than would be normally expected of an employee. He actually agreed to pay you for the additional activities, so you were more than willing to do it. Dane seemed like a nice guy too, and he said he’d meet you at the train station and drive you over to the camp.

When you got there, you found a huge, white minotaur with a traditional ring through his black nose, wearing a baggy t-shirt and baggy football shorts, his massive hooves clopping noisily on the concrete of the station as he stepped forward to help you with your bag.

“Here, let me,” he grinned, holding out his other hand for you to shake it. “I’m Dane,” he added.

You introduced yourself and thanked him for his help.

“No problem!” he laughed, shouldering your massive sports bag as if it weighed nothing at all, and leading you out towards the station exit where a huge pickup truck waited in the sunny parking lot beyond. He set your bag down in the bed of the truck and opened the passenger door for you to climb in. “I need to do some food shopping on our way back; I hope you don’t mind? I thought maybe you could pick some stuff up for the week too…”

You nodded and settled in as he fired up the truck and drove from the station on the outskirts of the old town towards the centre. He explained where things were and pointed out some landmarks, and before you knew it, he’d pulled to a halt in the little car park at the back of the grocery store in the centre.

You followed the massive minotaur inside, his shock of thick, ice-white hair gleaming in the mid-afternoon sun, and the moment the quaint little bell above the door dinged at your entrance, he waved merrily at the gnoll behind the counter.

“Hiya, Sorrel,” he called and she beamed him a toothy grin. To your surprise, he introduced you as well, and added, “We managed to get ourselves another helper down at the beach camp.”

“Oh brilliant!” she said. “I’ll be bringing Ginger over for her first day tomorrow. She can’t wait to get involved in the sports, and honestly, the little scamp is climbing up the walls… I can’t wait for you lot to tire her out for me!”

You chuckled awkwardly, feeling a little knot of apprehension starting to form in your gut. You'd never done anything quite like this before, but you were pretty confident you would do alright. How hard could it be after all?

You knew that the camp provided lunch every day, but you’d have to get your own breakfast and supper, so you stocked up, and when you were both done, you and Dane headed over to the coast.

A gasp of awe and surprise left you as the pickup rumbled down the track and turned the corner to reveal the wide, sandy beach stretching out for miles before the softly lapping waves just kissed it at the shore. The tide was out, and wading birds dabbled at the far off tide line.

“Holy…” you breathed, and Dane chuckled.

The camp’s headquarters were set back from the beach itself, and it appeared to have been the old coastguards’ station before it had been converted into the activity centre. Not far off was a ramshackle old beach hut, rather larger than you were used to and painted in faded pastel colours which looked like the paint had seen one too many winters before being refreshed.

Outside the hut was the most remarkable merfolk creature you’d ever seen.

With a large, vivid orange shell that shimmered like mother of pearl, was what appeared to be ostensibly a hermit crab, except that he had the torso of a human man. His skin was pale, his body slim, and his hair was a brilliant, flaming red, tied up in a scruffy bun with sections flopping about in the stiff breeze that blew in off the distant sea. He seemed absorbed in the humble task of hanging shirts up to dry on a little washing line which was attached at one end to his wooden shack and at the other to a small pole driven into the sand a short distance away.

“Ah!” the white minotaur chuckled as he parked up and saw you staring at the hermit crab mer with astonishment written clear across your face. “That’d be Leo. He’s the camp organiser, and the one who started it all off five years ago.” Dane continued to watch your face and laughed again. “Never seen an arthropodal mer, I take it,” he snorted.

“No,” you said. “I haven’t. I didn’t even know that they existed… I mean… that’s really cool?”

“I’ll tell him you think he’s cool,” Dane said as he hopped out and closed the door. “He’ll love that.”

“Oh god, don’t embarrass me on my first day here…”

Dane’s booming laughter made the merman look up and tilt his head curiously to one side.

You saw as he turned that he had two pairs of rather chunky, armoured, articulated legs which supported most of the weight of his shell, and two larger, clawed legs which he used to propel himself forward. In the same way that a drider’s upper body began at the hips, so the ‘arthropodal’ crab-like mer’s human torso rose from the hips to reveal a lean upper body that made you want to bite your lip and look away. Or maybe just keep staring.

He waved and a broad, almost goofy grin split across his face. “Hey!” he called towards the pair of you.

“Alright?” Dane bellowed at him across the distance.

Leo nodded and then turned his gaze to you.

“You wanna go meet him now while I take the stuff into the house?” Dane asked, already with his huge hands around the handles of about six grocery bags.

“Um… sure?” you said.

Trotting down the little boardwalk path through the narrow, grassy dune, you felt a bit silly, but the movement burned off most of the adrenaline and by the time you’d reached him, you felt pretty confident. “Hi,” you said as he turned to face you, and you realised as he did that actually he was quite tall.

He stuck out his hand and grinned, revealing little dimples in his pale, immensely freckled cheeks, and, craning your neck up, you shook his hand. “I’m Leo,” he said. “You must be the extra helper that Dane said he’d managed to rustle up from the city?”

“Yeah,” you said, awkwardly tacking your name on the end.

Leo released his grip on you, and at that moment, his hair came loose from the bun and blew right across his face. The hair-tie fell to the sand a little way away, and as he swept his hair back off his sharply handsome face, you both bent to pick it up at the same time.

And inevitably, you cracked heads.

At the impact, you toppled backwards onto the hard sand, and he yipped in embarrassment, darting forwards. “Oh gosh!” he gasped. “I’m so sorry. Are you alright? Here…” and he held out his hand to you again. “I’m sorry,” he said.

As you laughed it off, rubbing your forehead, you looked up at him and saw that his pale skin had flushed a dark red, and that his rich brown eyes were shining almost to the point of tears. “It’s fine,” you said. “Really, I’m fine.”

“Let’s hope I’m less clumsy tomorrow,” he said. “I wouldn’t count on it though,” he added. “Ugh. Anyway, I should let you get settled in and stuff… you know.” The blush darkened even further, and you had to chuckle.

“Sure, ok. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, deciding to cut the poor guy some slack. For what was essentially an armoured tank on legs, he seemed surprisingly awkward and shy.

He nodded and as you walked away and turned to glance back once you hit the sand dune, you saw him smack his own forehead with the palm of his hand and shake his head, muttering, “Idiot!”

You pursed your lips and suppressed a good-hearted snicker, heading into the former coastguards’ headquarters to unpack and start thinking about some supper.

Next day saw the arrival of the first groups of children, and before they got there, all the staff for the camp assembled over breakfast to talk through the last minute details which required attention.

You would be helping in the first week of activities with the children who wanted to learn to ride, and the four centaurs who had volunteered their services for the project told you what they’d need from you. As it turned out, they wouldn’t need much, just help with tacking them up and getting the kids sorted at the start and end of the hour long lesson. You’d be needed to put out cones and poles for them to walk around or over, but other than that, you got to sit on the side and watch for a while.

After that, you would be heading over to help Leo with some of the treasure hunt and beach activities.

Your first morning passed in a whirl of activity, but luckily none of the children fell off the centaurs, and you made a particular friendship with a very cheeky and very tiny Shetland centaur named Sinnavo. She pushed her bushy blonde hair out of her face at the end of the class, once her rider had dismounted and headed over to her next session, and hissed, “Bloody hell; that human was a right little shit!”

“So much for improving inter-species relations…” you muttered out of the corner of your mouth and she snorted in delight, pawing the ground.

“Yeah, right? Anyway, that’s me done for the day. Enjoy your afternoon, my lovely! And do me a favour?”

“Sure?”

“Count how many times Crabcakes over there blushes, will you?”

“‘Crabcakes?’” you asked, eyebrows skyrocketing as you followed her gaze to the hermit crab mer who was currently corralling children of all races and species into a tight bunch so he could explain the rules of the treasure hunt.

The tiny, sassy little centaur grinned. “Well, it was that or ‘Leonardo da Pinchy, but he really hates that one.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, stifling laughter behind your hand as Leo looked up at you, a clipboard in his hands and a suddenly suspicious look on his handsome face.

As you said your goodbyes to her and headed over, he pouted. “She called me Crabcakes, didn’t she?”

“Maybe?”

Blush one.

He rolled his beautiful eyes. “She knows I hate that, but I call her ‘Haystack Hair’, so I guess we’re even.”

“Does none of the species here get along?” you asked, only half joking, and he laughed.

“She’s been helping out with the Summer Camp since the very beginning, and she’s one of my dearest friends. Don’t worry. It’s… It’s just this ongoing thing we have. Ignore it. And… please don’t call me Crabcakes.”

You crossed your fingers over your heart, and the grin you got from him in response was enough to stall its regular rhythm.

The more time you spent with him, the more fun you seemed to have.

As he worked with the much younger children, he became bubbly and animated, and all his awkward nerves seemed to melt away. It was a delight to watch him working with them, encouraging them, emboldening them, and making them laugh with his silly expressions and goofy behaviour. He was always supportive and attentive, but he brooked no nonsense either. The group you had towards the end of the week had a gnoll with cerebral palsy and a young lizardfolk child who needed a special beach wheelchair, but he made sure they were included in every activity, and from the looks on their faces as he took his time with them, you knew they were having the time of their lives.

Human children and half-bloods, avians and felines, orcs and werewolves, disabled or not, were all allowed to be themselves, and for the most part, everyone got along. It was amazing, and you’d never seen or heard of the likes back in the city, and it gave you a thrill that seemed to set the marrow of your bones alight every time you woke in the morning and got ready for a new day.

You had Friday afternoon off, and as the last of the children left, one writhing and screaming and begging to be allowed to stay for the next week, you saw Leo stagger slightly where he stood on the beach.

Frowning, you stood and went down to meet him. “You ok?” you asked.

He laughed nervously. His cheeks were now a little sunburnt, and you'd lost count of the blushes by Tuesday morning, but you thought he looked a little pale underneath the pinkish tinge. “I… I feel a bit squiffy, that’s all… I’m good. I think… I think I might need to eat something though. Or drink.”

“Too much sun? Maybe drink first then eat?” you suggested. “You stay put and I’ll grab you a lemonade and one of those seaweed and fish snacks.”

His answering smile was so sweet that you almost reached up and kissed him, but you stopped yourself in time. You didn’t know him all that well, despite hanging out almost every lunchtime. At the end of the day he was always the last one packing up and the last one to go home, but when he did, that was it. He seemed intensely private and quiet, valuing his alone time as much as the time he spent entertaining the kids in the Summer Camp.

And you admired that about him. He knew when he had reached his limits and, shy and retiring though he was, he was not afraid to say that he needed to head off and recharge. To your relief, the other camp staff respected that too, and wished him a goodnight, but you secretly wished each time that he’d stay for just a little longer, so that you could see him out of the context of the camp’s structure.

Returning with the drink and snack, you found that he’d made his way a little further down the sandy beach towards the shore, his shell leaving a deep furrow in the hard sand as it dragged behind him. You wondered suddenly if it was particularly burdensome for him.

“Leo?” you called and he stopped, just with his pointed, crablike toes dipped in the shallowest of the calm waves.

He turned, the wind tugging playfully at his auburn hair, and your feet faltered. He was beautiful, in an androgynous, fairytale kind of way. “Thank you,” he said, taking the bottle from you and draining half of it in one go. He looked at the snack and said in a slightly vague voice, “My favourite…”

You grinned. “I noticed you always pick them at lunch time,” you admitted.

He smiled and said, “Thank you. I’m… I’m…” and then he tailed off with a sigh, turning to look back at the sea without finishing his sentence.

“Leo?” you asked after a long pause.

With his crab legs as they were at the moment, he towered over you at maybe seven or even eight feet tall, and the only part of him that you could reach was the ‘shoulder’ of his crab’s body where it joined his human torso. He was wearing a plain red t-shirt that day and the breeze made it ripple softly, revealing the pale skin of his upper half every now and again.

As you touched him, he jumped slightly, and then laughed. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m… I’m not very good with people…”

“I think you’re amazing,” you blurted. “I mean, you’re so good with all the kids and stuff, and they all loved the activities you organise…”

His smile was sad this time, and it made something crack inside you to see it on his handsome face which, until the end of the week’s activities, had so frequently been illuminated with his brilliant, happy laugh.

Leo swallowed nervously, turning the wrapped snack over in his hands without opening it, toying with it as if maybe you’d forget about him if he stayed like that long enough. Eventually, however, he huffed a shy laugh and said, “I mean… outside of that. I ‘get’ kids. I know how to make them happy. I know what to say to them. They’re simple. It’s the adults I don’t understand. I get…” he tucked his long hair behind his freckled ear and flushed. “I get nervous. I say stupid things…” He shot you a look and added, “I crack heads with them…”

You had to laugh, and at the sound of it, the nerves seemed to dissipate a little. “I think you’re doing just fine, Leo. And you get me, anyway. Although I’ve always been told I’m a bit of a child still…” you added playfully.

He laughed. “Thank you.”

“Listen, I know you tend to keep to yourself in the evenings, but are you coming to the barbecue tonight? Dane said it’s gonna be on the beach…”

Leo looked at you and licked his lips. “Are you going?”

You nodded.

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll come for a bit.”

Impulsively, you reached and took his hand, giving his fingers a squeeze before letting go and turning away. “Looking forward to it then,” you said as you left him in the waves to recharge a bit.

The torches which Dane had stuck into the sand flickered and blazed in the wind, and the tide, which had crept up the beach as the evening had slunk in, formed a beautiful backdrop to the party. The other camp staff were all there, from the centaurs to the drider and werewolf who had taken the outdoor and wildlife activities, to the naga who had led the more arty classes, and, lastly, Leo arrived just as the food was deemed ready.

He snuck in at the edge of the group and touched your shoulder lightly.

“Hey, you made it!” you grinned, and he nodded bashfully.

“Leo!” the naga yelled, raising his beer over the flickering flames in the pit at the centre of the ring of eclectic stools and stumps for sitting on.

“Hey,” Leo mumbled, and then to you he hissed, “Any second now, someone is going to make a ‘coming out of his shell’ comment, I bet you.”

“What do you bet me?” you countered playfully, and Leo blinked.

“What?”

“What are the stakes?”

“Uh…”

You chuckled and said quickly, “Ok, if someone says it, I’ll come for a walk with you along the beach to get you away from everyone. How does that sound?”

Before he could respond, the werewolf on the far side howled, “Look who's come out of his shell for the evening!”

And you and Leo burst out laughing, much to everyone’s surprise.

“You’re on,” Leo said. “Let me grab some food first, ok?”

You watched the strange way he moved, his heavy claws tugging his body and shell forwards, and a million questions burned in your mind: what did his body look like inside the shell? Did he ever leave his shell? Did he spend more time in the sea than on land normally? Did he have gills to breathe like other mer, or could he hold his breath like a selkie for ages? Where did he get a shell that big from?

You were still pondering your questions when he returned with a fish finger sandwich in one hand, and he cocked his head curiously in the way that he had which reminded you of a little puppy. “Everything alright?” he asked.

“I…” you faltered, and now it was your turn to be awkward. “I was just thinking, I guess…”

He snorted, the gesture accompanied by a lopsided smirk, and he said, “You’ll have to share some of those thoughts on our little walk, I suppose. Do you want to go now?”

“You don’t mind eating and walking at the same time?”

“Nope,” he said.

And without really excusing yourself from the milling group of other camp staff, the two of you headed down the beach together.

“So…” he said after a little while of walking in silence while he ate. “What got you so curious?”

“Oh…” you said. “I… I guess… I mean… I’ve lived in the city most of my life and while my two best friends are actually non-human, I… I’ve never actually met a merfolk before this week.”

He looked down at you and shrugged. “Makes sense. And you’ve got questions, right?”

“Yeah…” you muttered. “But I don’t know what’s, like, rude to ask or not.”

To your surprise, he barked a laugh, tossing his head back so that his long red hair fell down his back and caught in the wind. “Ask away. You can’t be more awkward than me, or even some of the kids for that matter. Unless it’s about my junk, I’ve probably heard it before from the kids.”

“Oh my god,” you blushed. “No, it’s not… I mean… I hadn’t thought about…” But you definitely had…

He raised an eyebrow at you, and in that moment you saw a whole new side to him. Mercifully, however, he let it lie.

You began your tirade of questions, and it turned out that his body under the shell was soft. Since his kind used the shells as protection, he had no need for armour plating like he had on his legs. Sometimes he did leave the shell, but mostly he had no need to.

When it came to asking about time spent on land or in the sea, he smiled wistfully. “I love the land,” he said. “Well, I mean, I love the beach. I’ve never actually been into town or anything.”

“Really?”

He grinned. “You try dragging this shell up the cliff path and see how far you get… and I’m not going without it…”

“Naked, you mean,” you laughed, and despite the way the moonlight washed most of the colour away, you could see the blush very clearly.

You paused, nearing a pile of rocks at the furthest end of the crescent shaped beach, and picked up a tiny cockle shell, rinsing the sand out in the water. Leo watched you and when you turned to look up at him, he frowned slightly, curiously.

“Where do you get your shells from?” you asked, turning the tiny shell over in your hand. “I can’t say I’ve ever seen one like yours before…”

He smiled. “There are some big creatures out there,” he said, staring at the blackness of the water, the tips of the waves silvered by moonlight.

“Yours matches your hair and your legs,” you said, eyeing the orange of his armour plating.

Leo’s flush was so deep that you almost felt the heat of it radiating out from his cheeks, and he turned away.

“What?” you said.

“It’s… Nothing…” he mumbled.

“No, go on,” you insisted. “If I said something wrong, you should tell me…”

“You didn’t,” he said, still looking away, the curtain of his hair half hiding his face. “It’s…”

“It’s what? Is it super personal to comment on someone’s shell? Is that it?”

He nodded.

“Ah. Well,” you breezed, “I do like it. I can’t hide that I think it’s beautiful, and it suits you, so… yeah.”

Leo turned back to face you and you saw something glinting in his eyes. “I’ve never met a human quite like you.”

“Is that good or bad?”

He swallowed, throat bobbing. “Good. Well, it’s bad for me because it makes me even more of a klutz, and I… oh dammit,” he hissed as his cheeks continued to blaze.

“Hey,” you said softly, reaching for his hand as it hung limply at his side. “I like that you’re so easy to read. Your reactions are honest, and that’s… refreshing, you know? There’s nothing wrong with it.”

He brought his other hand up to his face and rubbed briefly at his eyes.

“What’s really bothering you?” you asked after a moment.

Again, he chuffed an awkward laugh and dropped his hand and turned to look at you, eyes gleaming. “I don’t… I don’t know how wise this is.”

“‘This’?”

He tilted his head knowingly, and your stomach lurched.

“I like you. A lot,” he said, voice thick. “And I’m scared that it’s not appropriate or something. And… I don’t have a clue what I'm doing. My kind are rare enough, so I hardly see someone of my own species to interact with on this level, let alone a human. I don’t… I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You squeezed the hand that you were still holding and said, “It’s ok.” Plunging guilt and disappointment filled your chest though. You’d not realised quite how much you’d come to like him in this first week until then, and the Summer Camp still went on for another two. “Why don’t we just… hang out over the next couple of weeks? And at the end, if we want to take it somewhere, maybe we can explore that then. But if we decide not to, then we don’t have to. I can go back to the city, and that’ll be that.”

You didn’t miss the way his fingers clenched suddenly at that, but he nodded.

The next two weeks were honestly torture. By the middle of that second week of the three that made up the entirety of the summer camp, you were convinced that you really, really liked him. He kept looking at you after the classes were over; he came to almost every evening meal now; and he found every excuse to touch you - even just the briefest and most chaste of touches - whenever he could.

Dane didn't miss a trick either, and he hauled you off to one side at the end of the second week of camp and gave you what was probably your first ‘Talk’ ever. “Look,” he said. “I don’t mean to be a dick, but Leo is one of my best friends. If you fuck around with him and hurt him, I swear to god, it will not end well for you.”

“Whoa,” you said, taking a step back away from the enormous minotaur. “Dane…”

He stared you down, but seemed to realise he’d overstepped. He let out a puffing breath and sighed. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t actually, you know, hurt you. It’s just that Leo is… he’s kind of innocent, you know? He’s never had a partner that I know of. This summer camp is literally his whole life, and what he does in the winter months is a mystery. He just disappears and comes back with the spring.”

“Really?”

Dane nodded.

“He must be so lonely.” You looked into the minotaur’s dark eyes and said, “Dane, the last thing I want to do is hurt him. We talked about it on that first Friday actually, and we decided to put our feelings - whatever they are - on hold til the end of camp. Then we’ll see how things are.”

Dane nodded slowly, and the matter seemed closed, though he still kept an eye on the pair of you from a distance.

The celebration of the end of the first of the summer camp sessions - there was a week’s gap in between the first and the second one to let the staff recover, restock on things and prepare for the next session - saw you and Leo seated by the fire, closer than any other folks were.

His shell was huge, and it made for the perfect leaning post. You rested your weight against it, and sighed happily, drinking deeply from the little plastic tumbler in your hand.

“You alright?” he asked, looking down at you. His long, red hair slid over his pale shoulders and he looked even more beautiful than ever as he gazed down at you.

“More than,” you grinned. “You?”

The handsome merman sighed, and you caught a distinct tinge of sadness in his warm eyes.

“Leo?”

He sighed expansively. “I… uh… Do you want to go for a walk?”

You pouted thoughtfully. “Sure,” you said, smiling and began levering yourself upright with the help of his curling shell. “I need to walk some of that amazing food down.”

He smiled in agreement and held his hand out to help you up. His skin was cool and his palm smooth. You tried not to take too much notice.

No one really commented on your leaving together, but Dane cast you a severe look that was definitely a warning shot across the bows, but you smiled and nodded sagely, and he backed off with a shy and apologetic smile. You tried to take it as a good sign that Leo had such good friends looking out for him.

The two of you made your way down the beach, Leo dragging his shell behind him, and eventually you blurted, “Isn’t that heavy?”

“Hmm?”

“Your shell?”

“Oh,” he blushed. “I mean… I actually found a pretty light one…”

“Do you ever leave it?”

“Rarely,” he hedged. “Why?”

“Just curious,” you smiled pointedly, and he blushed. “Have I asked something very personal again?”

With a playful smile, he nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Leo paused, the hiss and breath of the water on the sand beyond forming a quiet backdrop to your conversation. “As I told you before, you can ask me anything at all. I don’t mind.”

“Alright then,” you said, feeling uncharacteristically bold. “Since we’re technically not working tonight, and there are no more activities til next week, can I kiss you now?”

His breath caught and his chest heaved once. He was only wearing the loose-fitting t-shirt of the summer camp uniform, and it hung baggily over his shoulders, revealing the chiselled lines of his pale, freckled collarbones. “Yes,” he breathed, adding hastily, “But not here.”

He took you by the hand and led you towards the rocks that formed a breakwater not far from the retreating tide. Showing his strength in a way he’d not yet done, he put his hands on your waist and heaved you up onto a smooth, dry boulder so that you were at the same height as him. He kissed you then, with all the reverence and hesitation you’d expected from the shy merman.

His hands found their way to your hair, while your own landed at his waist and his body inched closer to yours. After a few moments, he pulled back, breathless, eyes glinting in the dark, and he rested his forehead against yours. “I’ve never… I mean… not for a human… gods…”

“Leo?” you asked, risking a glance down his body.

A moment or two later, he abandoned his shell in one swift movement, revealing a slender, curling tail and a bright red, ridged cock that was already weeping and fully erect. “I want you…” he rasped.

You nodded, and he exhaled in relief, shuddering violently as your nails raked eager, red lines down his pale torso. He gently removed your clothes, reverence still in every touch, until you were lying naked on the smooth boulder, and he parted his lips and stared hungrily at your bare, beautiful body. His hands traced the contours of your sides and hips, working their way up your torso, pinching your pebbling nipples until you arched your back and groaned with pleasure.

A sudden pressure around your ankles made you gasp, and you opened your eyes to find his crab’s claws closing around the ankle joint, locking you in place as he reared up and brought his cock between your thighs. The slick heat of it made you buck wildly, and he moaned as he began to fuck the space between your legs. His head bowed forwards, his long red hair trailing along your torso in tantalisingly soft tendrils, and his breath began to come in ragged draws the faster he worked his hips.

He lost himself in the feel of your body against his own.

“You’re perfect,” he gasped, grabbing you by the shoulders and hoisting you into the air.

He supported you all the while he continued to thrust upwards between your thighs, thick and hot and slick, and you gasped and cried out at the sensation. His claws were still clamped like cuffs around your ankles, keeping your legs tightly together as he rutted into you, thrust after thrust, gaining momentum until he began to shiver and pant wildly.

“I’m…” he warned before suddenly his whole body tensed and he began to spasm, thick ropes of come spilling between your thighs, slicking your skin with hot release as he came over you, his body rearing up with pleasure and his arms holding you tightly to his chest.

“Leo…” you gasped as his wild, clenching orgasm began to recede and he lowered you down onto the rock with shaky arms.

You leaned back and he followed you as if drawn by a magnet, draping himself along your aching body as the aftershocks of his release shook him to the core. His cock wept and drooled still across your thighs, twitching and spasming, and your legs were covered in him.

Eventually he looked up at you and pressed his hands against your hips to push himself unsteadily upright. “Are you ok?” he rasped, his legs spreading wide, struggling to hold himself upright.

“Yeah…” you said, looking ostentatiously between your legs. “But you’re now one ahead of me…”

Catching his breath, Leo smiled. “Can’t have that,” he said, and he licked his lips before lowering his face between your legs. “Here…”

And the moment the heat of his mouth closed over you, you were lost to the sensations of him; the sounds, the feel, the pleasure of him.

It wasn’t long before you too were howling your release to the empty night sky above.

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The More You Know || Orion and Winston

Winston wasn’t sure how to take Orion right now. They were sure that they were being lied to about a good number of things but Winston was trying their hardest not to judge them because they knew that they were in a very difficult situation. Instead, they were trying to keep them occupied and busy. Ricky was out currently, and Winston had decided that it was time to introduce Orion to the pleasures of having pretty much every sort of gaming available that you could possibly once. “So, you gamed much before? Are you like a hardcore gamer? Do you hate games and everything about them? Give me some context here dude.”

Things were still a bit awkward around the house. Not from lack of trying on Winston or Ricky’s part. They had practically bent over backwards trying to make the place as accommodating and welcoming as they could to Orion. Made him food, cleared out a bedroom for him, offered to help move his things. They were even planning a whole day around an ikea trip to get him some necessities. And yet.... well Rio was an awkward person. Around everyone. So it was hard to settle into this new environment that he was supposed to be calling home. Plus, it didn’t help that he still had to lie about so much. “Gaming? Oh yeah. I game a lot.” He smiled, blinking away from his train of thoughts to focus on Winston speaking. “I played handheld games more when I was a kid. I never had a console. But now I game a lot on the PC.” He scratches at the back of his head nervously.  “I’ve been super into like RPG’s. Trying to work my way through the Final Fantasy series. What about you? What do you like to play?”

Winston got it. This must have been awkward enough for them as it was and they were sure that being nice to them didn’t make it any better. But they had to try and get them to settle in as best they could. “Fuck yes dude,” Winston replied with a bright smile, “so we’ve got the PS4 for like entertaining and just hanging out, if we need to relax and get out of our bedrooms and all that good shit. It’s got like Netflix, Amazon, Hulu, it’s also got a VPN app I wrote on it that lets you change regions but keep that on the downlow because it isn’t technically legal and I work for the police.” Winston kept going as they made their way to the kitchen looking for snacks. “I play a shit tonne of PC games, mostly League and Overwatch, but I’ve been playing a bit more WoW recently because that is always a good time. I’m down for RPGs, me and Ricky have been playing Monster Hunter and obviously the classics like Skyrim and Witcher 3. We’ll have to get your PC set up and hardwired in when we bring it over.” 

Orion laughed, “That’s an impressive set up, but don’t worry your secret's safe with me.” They really did have like the ideal set up going on in this house. It was basically an all inclusive bachelor pad. All it was missing was a bunch of gratuitous sports paraphernalia hanging around the place. Orion wasn’t sure that either of them seemed to like the type to be into sports but Orion wasn’t sure. Orion was perched on the living room couch and turned to continue listening to Winston as they were talking about the games they played. “Nice. I am not great at any shooting games, but I’m sure they’re super fun. Especially if you have someone else to play them with. He eventually pushed himself off the couch and made his way into the kitchen also, grabbing a cup to fill up a glass of water. “What are you up to play right now?”

Rummaging through the shelves and cupboards of their kitchen, Winston found a few snacks that they could give to Rio. Chips, doughnuts, some cookies and then a bunch of fruit that they bought because Ricky didn’t really eat anything that was not full to brim with meat or fish. “Hey, when you’re playing a video game you should just enjoy whatever you’re playing,” Winston gamed to relax, not for any other reason. “Uh, I don’t really mind, we can play whatever you like or I can try and find something that’s just good fun if you want to kill time.” Winston grabbed the snacks and made their way over to the lounge, placing everything on a coffee table. “Uh, there’s snacks if you want something, I don’t think I can be bothered to actually make real food unless you’re dying from hunger, but help yourself. Me casa su casa right?” 

Winston gathered a collection of snacks together to take over to the living room area, which Orion appreciated. “Yeah, definitely. I tend to enjoy more strategy or puzzle games but I think I could enjoy most games.” Maybe he had never really enjoyed shooting games because he had been playing them alone. Any game was probably more fun while playing with friends. “Oh no worries. I love snack foods.” Most days, they were his entire meal if he was at the Scribe Headquarters. He had weighed the pros and cons of going home for food or just eating whatever he had stashed at the abandoned building. The junk food usually won out. “I’m cool with whatever. Or I can just watch you play something, that’s cool too. I’ve never really had friends that were also into gaming.” Orion shrugged, trying to be as honest as possible. Considering all the other lies, he at least owed that to Winston, right? They had gathered a pretty good collection of snacks at the coffee table, so Rio didn’t really need to worry about grabbing his own, opting instead to take a drink of his water and grabbing a cookie from the platter on the counter. He took a bite of it, noticing the semi familiar taste. Curiously, he noticed a note tucked slightly under the tray, and peaked down to get a better look at it. Once he glanced at the sender of the note, the cookie immediately caught on his throat and he began coughing, spitting the cookie out in the process. His coughing fit continued for at least a minute before he finally swallowed the entire glass of water and cleared his throat. “Where’d these cookies come from?” He yelled over to Winston, trying to make the question sound more calmly curious rather than frantic.

Everything was going well, Winston was about to suggest that they give something like Crash Team Racing a go, a nice middle of the road game for them to bond over. But then Orion was biting into a cookie and shouting at them. “Uh, someone that I’m …” Winston wanted to say seeing but they weren’t sure that was entirely true just yet, “Uh I don’t know, a friend I guess was hanging out with me earlier in the week and she left them here and you know I had them left over and Ricky doesn’t really eat cookies,” Winston was sweating slightly now. Was Orion deathly allergic to something that had been in the cookies? “Are you allergic to something in the cookies, I don’t have an epi pen or anything but if you’re allergic then you’ve got to have one right? Rio do I need to get your epipen or do I need to take you to the hospital?” Winston couldn’t understand how they hadn’t thought of this, of course they were trying to poison their new roommate in the first few days of him actually being there. 

“No, no I’m not allergic to anything.Just got caught in my throat.” Orion answered once he was finished chugging his glass of water. It was just any other cookie, but for whatever reason it tasted almost acidic in his mouth now. That was all just in his head clearly. A trick of the mind making the food taste worse than it was just because the person who baked it left a bad taste in his mouth. Though Rio wouldn’t have been especially surprised if she had made poisonous cookies, but she wouldn’t do that to Winston. He was a human, harmless. If she was testing him, she wouldn’t have left it at the door with a note. She’d want to see it for herself. Plus, it wasn’t easy to lace cookies with silver. “I-uh” he didn’t know how to approach this. He reached for the note, swiping it from the counter and reading it fully this time, eventually holding it out towards Winston. Not that they could read it from that far away most likely, but he wanted to get the message across. “Did uh- is this the note that came with the cookies?” He asked. His anxiety was practically having a field day in his brain right now, but besides a crack or two in his voice, he was remaining relatively calm. Faking a relationship with his sister had become one of his specialties after all. “That was nice of her… so you’re friends with Athena? Athena Quinn?” Rio questioned, emphasizing the last name and laughing nervously. “I didn’t know you knew my sister.”

Winston winced at the note, they weren’t exactly eager for Orion to find out about Athena in that way. They hadn’t even really told Ricky that much about her and for a good reason. “Uh, yeah, the note came with the cookies…” Winston was very aware about it saying something about enjoying the last night and they were really not a huge fan of the way that Orion was looking at them. Swallowing, their entire reality slowly began crashing down around Winston. “Athena … as in … she’s your … oh fuck … I knew she was a hunter but I didn’t realise that you two were related …” shaking their head, Winston looked up at Orion awkwardly. Looked at the scab on his lip that was mostly healed now. They’d known Orion was a hunter because of Skye, but that had never been an issue for Winston. Just because you were born a hunter didn’t mean that you were a bad person. But … had Athena done that to her own brother. “Orion I swear I didn’t actually know that you two were related, we never exactly exchanged last names and it isn’t like we’ve really … did she do that to your lip and your parents are her parents?” She knew where Winston lived. “It’s fine, I can … I uh … uh….” they were sweating now, unsure of what exactly they were meant to say or do here. “I didn’t know…”

Orion had remained calm up until now. He didn’t want to make it seem like a big deal. In some ways, it wasn’t a big deal, he supposed. It wasn’t Rio’s business who Athena or Winston slept with. Or dated. Or whatever was happening. But still… it was, well most people didn’t know Athena like he did. She was scary good at the facade that she put on, and most people fell for it hook, line and sinker. “Wait.. What?” The calm demeanor lost all traction when Winston mentioned hunter. “You knew she was a hunter?” Oh no. That meant he knew that Rio was a hunter. Or- he wasn’t a hunter but he was technically one. Winston needed to know that. “It’s not- I’m not.” He sighed. This was impossible. If Ricky knew… and before they even had the conversation about Rio knowing that Ricky wasn’t entirely human… this wasn’t good. “It’s- it’s not a big deal.” He forced himself to calm down, to take a deep breath and remain nonchalant about the situation, “I don’t control who my sister sees. That would be creepy.” He laughed, scratching at the back of his head nervously. Talking about his family always made his arms itch. He crossed his arms over his chest and gently scratched at them through his hoodie sleeves. “It was training. I wasn’t lying about that. I just lost focus and she got a good swing in.” Which was true. How did Rio get Winston to realize that his sister was crazy insane without actually disclosing just how crazy insane she was? “Like I said. She’s intense. If you know- well if you like know know. Then you know that too.”

Raising an eyebrow gently, Winston shrugged. “We met fighting vampires Rio, it was pretty obvious that she wasn’t just your run of the mill regular human, besides, no offence but Skylar and I talked about you before I offered you a spot, I’ve known you’re a hunter too for a while. But I don’t get this shit that everyone complains about, it isn’t about who you are or what you are, it is about what YOU do. You obviously aren’t going around killing anyone but biologically if she is it makes sense…” Winston would rather talk about Orion then Athena. How could she have hurt her own sibling like that? Had Winston misjudged her? They weren’t sure. “Ricky doesn’t know, unless Skylar told him, but I don’t think they exactly talk a lot for reasons I can’t really explain but I didn’t think it was my place to tell him your secret…” they swallowed gently thinking about their own secret. “I won’t have her here, if you … you know, if you don’t want her to know the truth about where you are … is she not cool with you coming out too?” Winston knew it was kind of wrong to test that story now, but they wanted the whole truth before they talked to Athena. “I know she’s intense and she obviously is actively out there … well at least killing vampires, she said she only hurts things that hurt other people but that is remarkably arbitrary but at the same time I’m not sure it is my place to judge and now I’m rambling about your sister which I’m sure you don’t want to hear and I know you don’t control her or what she does but I just want you to know that your safety comes first here, Athena’s really nice but your place here comes first…” they fell silent and grabbed a cookie, using the food to silence themselves as they tried to think about what they were going to ask next.

Orion stayed silent the whole time that Winston talked, and blinked surprisingly once the rant was over. “Uh” he began, trying to get everything in order before figuring out how to respond. Winston’s ability to incoherently babble definitely rivaled Rio’s. It was actually pretty heartwarming, know that Rio wasn’t the only one that did it. Plus, he liked having more in common with Winston, he liked them a lot. “Hold on let me think.” There was a lot to unpack in Winston’s monologue. Winston knew about Rio being a hunter. Had for a while, and yet he wasn’t afraid of him? Winston was a human, so Rio supposed he wouldn’t have that fear of death. Also, Skylar and Ricky knew each other, but weren’t talking much anymore. Could this have anything to do with the Selkie thing? Rio knew about Skylar, but had only theorized about Ricky. He hadn’t exactly proven anything or approached Ricky about it. He had learned his lesson from Skylar. Invasion of privacy, not so cool. “I’m not a killer.” Was the first thing that he wanted to make clear, “And Ricky can’t know about it. I’m not even a hunter. I mean I am technically. I was born with the abilities. But I would never hurt anyone.” But what did that make Athena? Until a couple of days ago, Rio had accepted that his sister was just like his parents. A lost cause. But he saw something the other day. A hesitation. She wasn’t a good person, Rio knew that. But maybe she was still a victim after all. “She can’t know where I am. It’s- She wouldn’t hurt me, okay? Not like that at least. But she would tell my parents. And they cannot know.” This was a mistake. Maybe he should leave. The Scribe Headquarters would work for now. Maybe Alain would let him sleep in one of the cars at the garage. Was that unfeasible? He couldn’t believe that Athena had told Winston about what she did. She must actually… like them? Rio wasn’t sure she was capable of that, but Winston was here as proof. And despite the fear and anxiety that came with the fact that Athena had crept her way into one of Rio’s friendships, he hated that twinge of jealousy that he felt in his gut. It wasn’t his place to feel jealous about their relationship. It wasn’t even his business to know about it. “I don’t- I’m not telling you to not hang out with her. I wouldn’t do that. I’m just-” What was he? What did he want to say? This was a disaster. “She doesn’t know. About the coming out part. I mean I think she knows. There was this guy that I used to have a crush on. I never told anyone but Athena just.. Knew. She would always tease me about him, talk about him whenever she hung out with him.” Rio felt gross just thinking about it. She had mostly meant it harmlessly, like the rest of the harassment he supposed. “I’m just surprised I guess. I didn’t expect you two to know each other. She must have really grown from her high school bullying days.”

Head still completely whizzing, Winston tried to calm down and think clearly. Orion’s request for a respite was a welcome break and Winston was pleased that they could their own thoughts coherent. They needed to talk to Athena and find out what was going on, because they didn’t feel like they had the whole story here. But now wasn’t the time to work out that part. Now was the time to be there for Rio. Suddenly Winston wanted to know everything. Most of all they wanted to know why both Rio and Athena seemed to have such different perspectives about their parents. She hadn’t seemed nearly as affected by them as he was. “Of course not, I never even imagined that you would be one,” Winston paused and tried to think of the best way to say it, “no offence but you don’t really strike me as the type to go looking for a fight.” They frowned gently at the insistence that Ricky couldn’t no. “No offense dude, but Ricky gets it, he will work it out eventually and then he’ll feel betrayed you didn’t tell him, you don’t have to do anything and considering that this is your secret to tell I would never dream of telling him, but he deserves to know…” they sighed gently, how had they gotten themselves into such a mess. The number one rule with roommates is that you didn’t sleep with SOs, relatives or friends. So of course Winston had already done that. The worst part was that Winston didn’t exactly get a lot of opportunity to sleep around and yet here they were fucking it up the first time they tried it. But it didn’t really change the way about how they felt with Athena. “I won’t tell her that you’re here,” Winston replied, “I won’t lie to her but I won’t tell her anything either and if she does try and come round well then Dee can get very grumpy with trespasers and she’s remarkably good at missing by a few inches with that shotgun…” Winston was sure that it wouldn’t come to that. Athena wasn’t as terrible as Rio seemed to think that she was. Winston didn’t need to hear them say it to see the anxiety and apprehension in his voice. “Look, me and Athena need to talk, about well this. I won’t make you any promises about anything, because first of all don’t make promises because fae and second of all … wait bullying?” Winston frowned at the last part of the sentence that Orion had just said. “She’s not a bully, at least she hasn’t seemed like she is a bully…?”

This wasn’t going well. The last thing that Orion wanted to do was get in the way of any of Winston’s relationships. At the same time.. He also cared about Winston. A lot, actually. He didn’t want them making a mistake. Dating Athena was a mistake. Even if by some miracle, Orion was wrong about Athena and she did actually care for Winston, Athena was too into her duty. Orion was sure that his parents would settle for no less than building a hunter family of their own. They wouldn’t support someone like Winston, not when people like Adam existed. And Athena wouldn’t disobey their parents. It was a doomed relationship from the start. Orion just needed to remind himself that that wasn’t his business to get in between. Right? This was too complicated. Rio detoured for a minute. “I can’t tell Ricky! Not when-” Right, Winston probably knew what Ricky was. But Winston didn’t know that Rio thought he knew too. And Ricky didn’t know that Rio knew. This was too complicated. How did he explain that Rio’s specialty was supposedly killing shapeshifters just like Ricky? That if the situation were flipped, Rio couldn’t trust any hunter. Not after the evils he had seen. “He’ll think I’m a monster.” Maybe he was a monster. Whether or not he had killed anyone, he knew people that had been killed. Had watched it. And had never been able to stop any of them. He sighed a breath of relief. The last thing he needed was Athena to show up, so at least that part was cleared up. “Thank you. And I understand. You have to figure things out for yourself.” He knew about Fae. He wondered if that was information that Athena had passed along to him? She held a special disdain for Fae, and had already yelled at Rio multiple times for making promises. “Huh? Oh it’s probably not a big deal. I’m sure she’s grown out of it. It’s just…” He paused, trying to find the right way to phrase it. “Back in high school, she had some uh… well she liked to mess with people. Me, obviously but that’s more sibling stuff. Her main target was this girl in our class, the valedictorian. I didn’t talk to her much in high school, but Athena loved making her life miserable. I ran into Blanche and drove her home one night a couple months ago and she told me about it.” So much for not getting involved.

“What exactly do you think Ricky is?” Winston asked curiously, they weren’t interested in playing the game of cloak and daggers that being supernaturally inclined sometimes required you to play. “Ricky isn’t the type to judge someone because of what they are or who they are, they judge people for their actions. That’s always how they have treated me and you’ve given no one any reason to think you’re a monster. Have you ever actually hurt anything? I had to kill some vampires last month, I am probably more of a monster then you are…” not to mention the whole part of being a spellcaster that Winston was kind of holding out on Orion with… they swallowed another mouthful of cookie. Somehow they didn’t taste quite as good now that they were starting to find out more about Athena. But the next words that Rio would say would send fury and anger through Winston. Blanche had become a very close and important friend, confident and honestly so much more. Nell and Blanche and Winston had all come together and were supporting each other through this. Blanche had mentioned high school, they had mentioned the video and suddenly Winston found themselves shaking with fury. They set their cookie down which had been jiggiling about as their hand shook. “Athena was the one who made Blanche’s life hell?” Winston had clearly misjudged her, they had clearly not known better. Part of them wondered if they had been naive and innocent but another part of them wondered if maybe Athena had changed. “Thank you for telling me Rio, like, I know you don’t want to fuck with your sisters life and relationships but I didn’t know any of this, I honestly just met Athena and I didn’t know that she was like … well this.” 

“I- I don’t know exactly. I don’t care what he is.” Orion sighed. He wasn’t lying. Despite what the Quinn family groupmind always tried to tell him, Rio thought of most supernatural creatures as still human in a lot of cases. Vampires and werewolves were human. Just because they died or because they could change into werewolves didn’t change that. Sure, Selkie’s were a little different. Just like Fae, their true form wasn’t human. But they still had thoughts and feelings and people they cared for. Sure, Rio was pretty sure he knew what Ricky was, but at the end of the day it really didn’t matter. “I just-” Winston had killed a vampire? Rio had to wonder what kind of vampire. Had Athena been there? Had she encouraged him to do it? The mere thought made Rio’s stomach turn. “I’ve been there. When something has gotten hurt. And I wasn’t able to help and I-” He stopped himself before he went too deep. If he didn’t, Winston would be trying to stop him from sobbing uncontrollably on the floor. The last thing he wanted right now was a panic attack. “You’re not a monster. Whatever happened- I’m sure you had a reason. You’re like the nicest person I’ve ever met.” Orion answered honestly. Maybe this honesty thing wasn’t so bad. But if that was the case, why were his arms still tingling? “She wasn’t the only one. I mean… Blanche had it rough in high school. A lot of people were mean to her until she started fighting back.” He could feel the shift in the room. As Winston flipped to anger. That was the emotion that people should feel for Athena. But it still felt wrong, being involved. “I’m sorry. It’s- well it's honestly not my business what either of you do. And I shouldn’t get involved in that.”

“Maybe you should care what he is,” Winston replied with a shrug, “and I don’t mean in a bad way, but Ricky is proud of himself and of his heritage and he’d probably like to share that with someone who is going to stay with us, at least for a little bit. You two should talk.” Winston wasn’t going to push the matter too much more, but they weren’t going to let Orion just leave this alone either. Ricky was a selkie and Orion was a hunter and that needed to be cleared before things could really get normal. Plus, Winston didn’t tell Ricky about Orion’s … heritage and they would like for Ricky to not find out about that later because it might reflect badly on both of them. They paused and glanced at their shoes. “Dude I could say the exact same thing about you, you’re like being really hard on yourself. You didn’t choose this, you didn’t choose your family or your siblings. You can only do what you think is right and you can only act in a way that you think is appropriate.” They tried not to think about it. Winston was the oldest of a lot of the people in college that they had met through the supernatural and they hadn’t had it easy in high school, but at least Nell had had their back. They just wished that there had been someone there for their friend. “I wish I had known about this before I …” they didn’t say have sex with Athena but they wished that all the same. This was messy and suddenly they felt the need to apologise to their best friend, even though they hadn’t really done anything wrong. “Anyway, look, you’re still safe to stay, you should definitely talk to Ricky about … well you two should just talk and be honest. It’ll be better.” They paused for a moment. “Whilst we’re tearing off bandages, I know you already said something about paying rent, but you literally won’t be able to. Ricky owns the house and I spent my first few months living here trying to get him to take my money and you just can’t do it. So take my advice and buy him some really fucking expensive gifts at Christmas and his birthday and accept that your budget is going to go further then you thought.”

“Yeah. You’re right. Obviously.” At least Orion confirmed that he was right about Ricky. Or at least semi right. He still hadn’t confirmed the Selkie heritage, but the Ricky and Skylar connection was another big connecting dot. Of course Winston was right, it was just… hard to figure out how he was going to do it. How did you tell a friend that your parents actively wanted them dead? “I’ll figure it out. How to talk about it. I just… don't know how I’m going to do it yet. I don’t really have a great track record with this stuff.” Winston knew about Skylar too right? Probably better to not mention it just in case. Keeping track of this stuff was too much, he needed a white board or something. “Maybe, yeah. But it’s whatever. I’m here now. And I want to help people. That’s my goal.” He shuffled over to the couch again, suddenly realizing that he had been awkwardly standing the entire conversation. His mouth still felt dry, but he ignored it. “Right. Well, thanks again. For being so welcoming and all.” Of course Ricky wasn’t going to let them pay rent. He was so annoyingly nice. Rio could still find ways to help around the house though, right? Buy groceries, maybe help with utilities? He knew Ricky didn’t mind the cold, he wondered how much he could get away with turning the place down temperature wise. The long sleeves and pants kept Rio pretty warm. Plus the electricity bill in this place must be out the roof with how much technology all three of them seemed to use. “He’s so annoying. But fine. I can find other ways to help out I guess. Maybe. Once I figure out what I can do to help.”

“Weird, I don’t think anyone ever says that I’m right, you’re going to have to stay with us for a very long time because I like being told that I’m right and you’re literally the only person that does it.” Winston smirked gently and finished their cookie. “Just be yourself, be honest and try and be patient, this is not going to be easy for either of you and you know if you want me there even as moral support, I’m here for you both.” Winston smiled, they liked Orion’s goal. “Well, you’ve come to the right place, we’re all about helping people who need help, that’s why we asked you to come here, plus we genuinely think you’re gonna be a great roomie, that wasn’t a lie.” Winston watched Orion take a seat and pushed some snacks towards them. “You don’t need to say thanks my dude, we’re your friends and this is exactly what friends are for. But yes, Ricky is the most annoying dude ever. All I want to do is try and pay my way in this world, I don’t want to owe anyone and I don’t want to deal with someone else paying for me to just exist, but he literally won’t take money off of you, if he does he’ll just use it to buy you groceries or put gas in your tank or he’ll put the money in his bank account and transfer it back to yours. It’s beyond frustrating.”

“I find that hard to believe. Because you’re the coolest” Orion shrugged, stating it matter-of-factly. Winston was the coolest, and had helped Rio on multiple occasions now. They were exactly the type of person that Rio wanted to help with the Scribes. But more so, they were the type of person that Rio wanted to be friends with. “I thought you were just taking pity on me for calling you frantically in the middle of the night?” Rio asked, laughing and reaching for the pile of snacks. Despite the stress, he was starting to feel a bit more relaxed. It did make Rio feel a bit better, knowing that they had talked about it. That the offer hadn’t just been a one time offer at the Scribe Headquarters that they felt too awkward to take back. “Well that’s… very nice of him I guess. But also, the worst.” Rio had no idea how much money Ricky had, but it didn’t really matter much, he should still accept some money. Rio sighed, stuffing a handful of chips into his mouth, “Okay. Let’s fire up a game and try to think about something a bit more positive.”

“Again, very weird because no one else thinks that, are you sure you didn’t hit your head or something?” Winston winked playfully and smiled at their friend despite everything. “I mean, I guess we kind of took pity on you,” Winston laughed and shook their head, “Nah I’m joking, it wasn’t anything like that, we saw someone who was in need and we’re in a position to help with that and so we wanted to, you’re a nice guy and we like you around.  It all just works really well.” Winston considered the situation that Ricky put them in, whilst it was comfortable it made Winston feel as if they were taking a lot from their friend sometimes. Swallowing they shrugged in agreement. “You’re preaching to the choir bro, I hate it, I want to help out with the bills around here and feel like an adult, like I’m not complaining about my rent free existence, but at the same time I wish that I was actually pulling my weight. But yeah, you’re right, we should definitely try and enjoy ourselves.” At least before Winston had to get in contact with Athena directly to discuss this. 

#wickedswriting #para #p: orion #The More You Know

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Twisted Twister (M)

Contains: Mark Lee x (f) reader, adult language, smut, sexual themes, minute exhibitionism, teasing, unprotected sex (stay smart, stay safe), dom!Mark, sub!reader, spanking, orgasm denial/edging

Synopsis: It's game night at the dorm! And the game that was picked was none other than the seemingly innocent game of Twister. Seemingly because you just can't help but get sweet revenge on Mark for all the times he's teased you over the course of your relationship.

“Right foot red!” Haechan shouted excitedly over the upbeat music playing in the background, watching as everyone in their previous positions had to move to accommodate for the new direction they were given. The game had originally started with eight people, clearly reaching the maximum occupancy much earlier than expected. You were pretty sure the most amount of people to play Twister was four, but Johnny, Doyoung, Yuta, and Taeyong wouldn’t leave you, Mark, Taeil, and Jaehyun alone. They all wanted to play to make it that much more interesting, seeing how long you guys could go and see who would cause everyone to fall down.

The only people left standing were you, Mark, and Johnny after Yuta fell first and wiped out Doyoung and Jaehyun on the way down. Taeil tried to catch his balance when he has to take his right foot from red all the way to green, losing his balance and grabbing Taeyong’s ankle when Taeyong started to laugh at him. “How come the ones who speak English the best are the ones left standing?” Yuta whined as he was sitting on the floor, pouting next to Haechan as he helped him spin and call out random positions. Doyoung glared over at him from the couch, setting his phone down on his chest to better his focus, “Because somebody decided to take out me and Jaehyun on the third move!” Yuta only shrugged at Doyoung’s feigned anger, “Not my fault you can’t hold yourself up.”

As they were all arguing, you looked around to see the position you guys were in. Johnny was in a very painful looking position on the ground, stretching his lanky body across the plastic mat as he tried to place his toe on the red circle that was void of any other appendages, his tongue sticking out to improve his determination. Then you looked behind you and saw just how close Mark was to you, one step back and your ass would be on his crotch. Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing. He had been getting on your nerves all day and has done nothing but tease you, both in a mocking way and in a sexual way. You decided that if Haechan were to call out right or left hand blue, it would be your time for sweet revenge. 

Silently praying to the gods above for Haechan to call out the desired color, you waited patiently on your mark to see what would be the next direction, met with Yuta and Doyoung getting into a screaming match over the fact that Yuta wiped out 1/4th of the competition in a solid two minutes. “Guys!” Jungwoo shouted over everyone as he was cradling a bag of chips in his hands, causing everyone to look over at him in shock since he wasn’t one to yell. Once Jungwoo got everyone’s attention, he smiled softly and motioned to Haechan, “Go ahead and spin Haechannie. I want to see who wins this obviously important game of Twister.” The emphasis of the word obviously was the key to revealing his sarcasm as he sat on the couch with Doyoung, offering him some chips to calm himself. The next command that flew from Haechan’s lips forced a smile on your face, chuckling slightly, “Y/N, right hand blue.”

The devilish grin on your face never left as you made sure to adjust your position on the dots, moving slightly backwards as you bent over in a sexual way in front of Mark, arching your back in the process to make your ass bulge out just a bit more to have it press firmly on Mark’s crotch. Mark’s lips parted slightly as he inhaled sharply at the new contact, feeling how plush your ass was against his crotch since you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath your tight yoga pants. You weren’t particularly keen on wearing underwear with your yoga pants since they always showed off your panty lines, giving up on the underwear altogether. Usually Mark wouldn’t complain at the fact you weren’t wearing any underewear, but the fact that you were pressing your ass against his slightly hard bulge was something he was dreading. 

Another argument formed after Haechan had to leave to go to the bathroom, causing Yuta and Winwin to dive for the spinner to claim control over the passionate game of Twister. As they were busy bickering, you pushed yourself harder against Mark, feeling his body tense underneath you. “Y/N,” Mark warned as he tried his best to stay upright, keeping his hands to himself when he would normally be extremely handsy with you by grabbing your hips and pushing himself against you. “What? I’m just playing a game,” You teased as you craned your neck backwards to look up at him, a smirk playing on your face as you wiggled your hips, pushing his steadily hardening cock from side to side. That action caused Mark to exhale deeply, throwing his head back and glancing up at the ceiling to distract himself and keep his hormones to a minimum, “Just wait until we get home.” 

When order was restored among the dorm mates, the game continued as usual. Johnny was required to move his leg yet again to another spot, defying the laws of gravity to keep his body from crashing down on the floor beneath him. You admired his determination, but you knew he would eventually fall. That was, until Mark pulled a Yuta by acting like he was genuinely reaching for the space he was supposed to go to, falling on purpose and grabbing your ankles to pull you down with him. “Mark!” You screeched as you fell down with Mark, Mark pushing you in a position that had you falling right on his waist. Mark smirked up at you and he gave you an innocent look, knowing you couldn’t resist how soft his round eyes got, “What? I’m just playing a game.” Damn him for using your own words against you!

Johnny finally let his body fall to the ground, exhausted for having to keep himself up for so long in what would be considered the more painful and odd looking positions. Cheers erupted for Johnny as you were too busy being mad at Mark for causing you to fall, finally understanding why Doyoung got so mad at Yuta for doing the same thing to both him and Jaehyun. “I’m going to kill you,” You muttered as you waited for Johnny to come over to you and help you off of Mark, springing to your feet and crossing your arms angrily over your chest. Mark simply shrugged as Jungwoo helped him to his feet, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. Even though he lost the game, he knew he already won.

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When the two of you got home, Mark wasted no time grabbing your wrist and dragging you into the bedroom so you could take care of the bulge in his pants that you ultimately caused. He sat himself on the edge of the bed and brought you to the side of him, grabbing the back of your neck and forcing you over his legs to have your ass in the air, running his hands over the soft fabric of your leggings before latching his fingers into the waistband and ripping them down your thighs. Mark licked his lips as he moved his hand from the back of your neck to fisting a handful of hair, letting the soft tresses of your hair wrap around his knuckles as he pulled you up to face him, letting his lips brush your ear, “This is what happens when you tease me in front of all my friends, babygirl.”

Mark kept his hellish grip on your hair as he let your head fall in a more comfortable position while still holding you, his hand now caressing the skin of your bare ass to admire it before he completely destroyed it. He drew his hand back particularly far before letting it crash onto the flesh of your ass, you hissing out in pleasure from the way his hand caused your ass to sting in his palms. “Count,” Mark warned as he pinched the painful area, forcing the skin to become more red and tender to make you obey. Holding back a moan that was stuck in your throat, you lifted your head slightly so he could hear you, “One.”

“Ten!” You cried out as Mark spanked you one last time, biting back the tears in your eyes since Mark really never wanted to see you cry. He took a liking to spanking when you asked him to do it one day, but you never knew just how hard that boy can hit. As you lay over his thigh, you felt Mark’s hand smooth over the hot flesh of your abused ass before sliding down and reaching his fingers into your glistening folds. Mark chuckled to himself as he moved his fingers inside of you, collecting your essence on the pads of his fingers before he pulled them out of you with a sickening pop, “Damn babygirl, you really love it when I punish you, huh? Such a naughty girl. Luckily for you, your punishment isn’t over yet.” You instinctively bit your lip, relishing at the thought of Mark ravishing you over and over again.

Taking you off of his legs, he stood you up in front of him and gripped at the fabric of your leggings that still cling to your lower thigh, yanking them to the ground and forcing you to step out of them. He smirked as his eyes focused on your weeping pussy, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing you forward to bury his face in between your legs while you stood. “Oh my god, Mark,” You moaned out as your hands flew to his dark locks, gripping tightly as he pressed even further into you to fuck you with his tongue, lapping up all of your juices that coated the surface of his talented muscle. Mark hummed lowly as he pulled his tongue out of your sopping wet walls to tend to the need of your pulsing clit, causing you to squirm in his arms. He only tightened his grip on your hips to keep you in place, listening to the way you keened for him. Your moans were music to his ears, and he wanted to hear the whole symphony by the time he was done with you.

“M-Mark, yes right there! Don’t stop!” You screamed up at the ceiling, your eyes shut tight as you were readying yourself to cum all over his tongue. Mark’s lips formed a smile as he closed them tightly over your clit, sucking violently on the sensitive bud to pull you into your high. Your thighs were shaking at how good Mark was making you feel, only imagining the amount of liquid flowing out of you and dibbling down Mark’s chin. Another moan fell from your lips as the image danced in your head, digging your nails into Mark’s scalp as you prepared yourself to let go, only to have Mark pull his mouth completely off of you and releasing his grip on your waist. 

Whining in protest at his actions, you looked down at Mark who was wiping your essence off of his chin on the back of his hand, wiping it on the bed sheets before looking up at you with a shit eating grin. “What’s wrong baby? Don’t like being edged on for so long?” Mark teased, pushing himself off of the bed and walking to the dresser to strip out of his clothes in favor of his sleep clothes. “Mark! What the hell?” You yelled, feeling how weak your legs had grown from the assault on your clit, angry with how Mark decided to pay you back for the stunt you pulled tonight. Mark turned around with a smirk on his face, “Is someone upset?” 

“Yes! Very! You can’t just do that to me!” You complained as you sat down on the bed to give your legs some time to recover, watching as Mark stood in front of you without his shirt or anything besides his boxers. Mark pushed you down on the bed harshly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the mattress below, “Then sit still like a good girl and I’ll fuck you until the only word you know is my name. That is, if you don’t pull that shit again.” Nodding vigorously at his demands, you relaxed your back on the mattress and looked up at Mark with innocent eyes of your own, becoming the epitome of a good girl for him because all you wanted was for him to do what he said. Fuck you until the only word you know is his name.

Mark opted for one of his favorite positions, settling himself in between your legs while he sat on his knees and held your legs out to the side for you, lifting your lower back off of the mattress as he plowed into you. The force behind his strokes was so hard that you had to push a pillow in between your head and the headboard because of how much your head was banging against it. “So fucking good,” Mark moaned out as he lifted you higher off of the bed to achieve greater depths, motioning for you to keep your legs in this position since he wanted to touch you more. You nodded at him as you wrapped your legs around his waist, him leaning forward and gripping your throat in his hand. He applied the right amount of pressure as he continued to fuck you into the mattress, restricting proper flow of oxygen to your brain to take you to your high. It would only be a matter of time before your already aching walls would clench and pulse around his thick cock.

As time went on, Mark’s grip on your neck got tighter, his strokes became more precise and harder as he would completely throw himself into you almost to the point where it was too painful, and the sound of your bodies smacking together got louder and louder. Even though his hand was restricting airflow, that didn’t stop you from screaming at the top of your lungs throughout the house to encourage him to go faster, deeper, and harder if that was even possible. Mark’s grunts grew louder every time your moans grew louder, drawing his cock completely out of you just to ram it back in, kissing the beginning of your cervix to ensure his whole length was in you to find that oh so special spot. He knew he found it when your eyes shot open and your mouth opened the widest it had gotten all night. 

“Cum for me, babygirl. Cum all over my cock,” Mark demanded, moving in such a way that his cock would pierce your G-spot over and over again, groaning at the way your walls tightened around his cock from each stroke. Although his strokes were becoming sloppy to indicate he was ready to release inside of you, he wouldn’t cum until you were screaming his name. “Cum for me!” Mark demanded for the last time as he used all of his remaining energy to thrust deep inside of you, sending you tumbling over the edge as you screamed his name to the ceiling. “Oh my god! Mark, Mark! Oh fuck, Mark!” You screamed listlessly, arching your back up against him for him to feel the way your clit pulsed and the way your aching walls sucked him in towards your core, cumming hard around him. That alone caused him to spill his seed inside of you, his mouth hanging open as he whispered profanities. You felt the warmth of his cum coat your walls, smiling at the way it seemed to relax you and coax you into a slightly drowzy state while Mark remained in you to give a few more thrusts to ease himself out of his high.

You two never moved from that position, Mark leaning against your torso with his as you breathed wildly against each other to try and calm yourselves, the heat between your bodies seeming to grow more intense as time went on. Mark finally leaned up from your body to look at you through hooded eyes, smiling adorably as he moved slightly, still careful to keep himself inside of you so none of his cum would seep onto the sheets when he was prepared to clean it up. He pressed an innocent kiss to your forehead, breathing in the smell of your shampoo and sighing in relief before he spoke quietly, “I love you.” You beamed brightly at him, pulling him back to kiss your lips. As you two pulled away, Mark’s phone buzzed to reveal a text from Yuta. Groaning lightly as he still had to remain inside of you to grab his phone, he checked the message and chuckled, looking up at you before he spoke, “Yuta wants to have a Twister rematch.” 

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[lifesasickjoke]

The Dirt

The Dirt - part 9

part 8 - part 10

Pairing: Douglas!Nikki x Reader

Word count: 2434

Chapter summary: Roxie, Tommy's fiancee, confronts him about a mistake his mother had made, resulting in an argument breaking out between her and Tommy. Unfortunately, (Y/N) is caught right in the middle of it. Nikki used the opportunity to help (Y/N) out and finally apologizes to her about a past mistake that had gotten between their own friendship. 

Warning: Swearing, drugs, blood (just a bit)

‘Doc asked me to put together a list from you guys for future shows and tours.’ I said, kneeling down beside the booth that Nikki and Tommy were sitting in. There wasn't a lot of space for me to actually kneel down though, considering the isle running between the two halves of the tour bus leading to the bunk beds can barely accommodate a grown man laying down (Vince passed out last night and when Mick came back from the bar, he saw him awkwardly mushed in the aisle and then had a lot of trouble stepping over him). ‘Ok, so. I keep having this vision, right, where my drum set, it rises up like this.’ Tommy said, jumping up from his relaxed position and frantically gestured with his hands as he spoke. ‘And then bam! Smoke, lights, and-and the whole thing starts spinning around, and I'm playing the drums upside down and-and uh-’

‘Tommy Tommy Tommy, take a deep breath!’ I interrupted, laughing to myself. I heard Nikki chuckle quietly to himself too. After taking an exaggerated deep breath, Tommy continued frantically gesturing his hands. ‘Actually, I think you've lost me.’ I admitted. Tommy grunted, ‘I should just draw it for you. Got a pen?’ I shook my head and he turned back to Roxie, who was sitting in the seat behind him. ‘Hey, Rox, you got a pen? Give me a pen.’ ‘Ok so spinning drum set?’ I tried to put him back on track. ‘Yeah, but, like, a cage or something. I don't know.’ he said. ‘How high are you.’ scoffed Nikki as he bent down to the lines of cocaine and snorted one. ‘Your moms a cunt.’ Roxie suddenly said. Everyone in the bus turned to her with a shocked expression, but Tommy whipped around lighting fast to face her. Roxie was snarkily in a bitchy and typical mean girl from high school way, twirling the pen for Tommy in her fingers, ignoring everyone around her but Tommy.

‘What? Why would you say that?’ Tommy asked her. It was clear that this was the aftermath of the argument that had on set where Tommy's mother called Roxie a groupie. Tommy had told me about the incident when his mother called Roxie a groupie because she did not fully understand the word right after I stormed out on Nikki. He had lost sight of Roxie after she stormed off from him, and I was just the closest person that would listen to him rant about it. ‘Because she is. She's a cunt.’ her tone was snarky as she spat.

‘Quit it.’ Tommy warned her. ‘Give me the pen, all right?’

He seemingly dropped the subject/soon to be full-blown argument and turned back to Nikki and me, but Roxie on the other hand…

‘I don't even know why you told them. It's not like she has anything to do with us getting married.’ she squabbled. Tommy’s eyes rolled before he turned back to her.

‘Baby, it's sweet, all right? It's tradition.’ I could hear it in his voice, he didn't want to have this argument now in front of all of us. Roxie didn't care about the publicity of this fight though. ‘Which tradition? The mandatory meeting of the cunt!?’ She stood from her seat, looming over Tommy, absolutely pissed and offended. Any idiot could tell that this fight could get physical. ‘Don't call her that again, you hear me?’ Tommy demanded, also getting up into her face and threateningly warned her with his finger.

I glanced with a worried expression at Nikki, who mirrored back a concerned look. Tommy turned away from Roxie though, sitting back down in his seat. But he was oblivious to what the rest of the band and I were seeing played out. Roxie angrily brought the pen she had in her hand down onto his shoulder. ‘Here's your pen!’ she screamed. Tommy yelped and fell onto the vacant seat next to him. ‘Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?!’ he barked in shock. The tension on the bus only started to begin growing now.

‘Fuck you and fuck your mother!’ Roxie yelled, accenting every syllable with an angry fist shake. ‘That's it.’ Tommy decided, pushing himself out of the seat he was in and grabbed Roxie by the arm. 

They began shoving each other, and what was the worst thing? They were shoving each other in my direction. I was an idiot for not having asked one of the boys to scooch over so I could sit with them by the table, but I was still kneeling on the floor. Nikki, however, realized what was going on before I did, and before Roxie or Tommy could fall over me, he pulled me off the floor and towards him, into his chest. I felt his ragged breath in my ear as he securely held me in place, stopping me from sliding off the seat as we both tried to make enough space for Roxie and Tommy's physical fight. I felt a bit uncomfortable. Nikki and I haven't been on best of terms ever since shooting the video for Looks that Kill. ‘This fucking bitch is out of here. Pull over!’ he told the driver, then continued to push Roxie. ‘Get the fuck off my bus! Get the fuck out!.’ With one final push from Tommy, Roxie tripped backwards, putting some distance between them. She grunted and charged back at him, successfully pushing Tommy back into his seat with what strength she had left.

‘You are such a spoiled little mamas boy ‘cause you wanna crawl back inside her cunt!’ Roxie accused. An utterly hurt expression washed over Tommy's face. Roxie never gave up, she charged at him again, hand raised high. I knew she was going to fight him back now. I saw her red nails, filed to a precise point and growing at least an inch above the fingertips. Then there was Tommy, undefended and unexpecting, same stupid shocked expression on his face as she charged at him.

My heart raced as I broke free of Nikki's grasp, scrambling up to either protect Tommy or to prevent further harm to Roxie (because I knew Tommy would fight back). Nothing could have stopped her hand from slashing down my face instead of Tommy's. I felt the sting of the gashes roxies nails left behind before I could register Nikki scrambling to get up after me, having just failed in attempting to pull me back down, or that the force of Roxie's scratching sent me tripping over my own to feet, only the dull sting and the vision receding in one eye. Tommy caught me, of course, and Nikki's face was the first I saw over me. Mick and Vince and Roxie leant in as well, all asking me if I was ok at once. I couldn't see much out of the eye Roxie slashed, and I felt something began to run down my cheek, and I didn't know if it was blood or a tear. I felt Nikki's hand cup my cheeks gently and turn my head towards him. His eyes were wide. ‘(Y/N), are you ok?’ he asked with so much evident concern that I could see, that my heart nearly broke. I could feel his eyes scanned the gashes on my face, and his thumb tenderly brushed over a stinging part on my cheek. My hand immediately flew up to grab both of his wrists, holding them in place. Nikki panicked, in fear that he hurt me, and stopped moving altogether. He even held his breath. ‘Ok, ow. Don't do that.’ I told him as I tried blinking with my eye, its vision slowly returning.

‘Hold still.’ Nikki said, grabbing my chin between his fingers. ‘But it hurts.’ I complained and winced as he dabbed a cloth onto my eye. The bus had just started driving again, this time without Roxie. Vince and Tommy had made sure that when we stopped at the last gas station to refill the tank that she was the first one off while Nikki pulled me into the tiny bathroom stall. There wasn't much space in here for one person, let alone two. To minimize space he had lifted me onto the wash basin and taken position between my legs. ‘Stop moving.’ he repeated, trying to get the washcloth back onto my face, but I swatted his hands away as quickly as I could. ‘I'm fine’ I insisted, just with an undertone of snark, trying to push his whole body back which my knees. I strategically dug it into his side. Nikki was trying his best to stifle his laughs as he tried to evade my hands and knee (because he was extremely ticklish). I was soon laughing along with him. Then suddenly the bus stopped, and Nikki lost his footing, only just being able to catch himself on the wall. The momentum had also thrown me off the basin and into Nikki. He caught me too and we laughed at each other as the bus started to drive again. ‘Let me help you.’ Nikki begged, bringing up a hand to brush some hair out of my face. ‘I'm seriously fine.’ I patted his chest. ‘You do this shit for me every time I get a cut or bruised in a stupid bar fight, why can't I do this for you?’ he asked, pushing himself off the wall and gently lifting me back onto the basin. ‘Why can’t I repay the favour?’ I bit my lip and tucked the strands of hair that just fell into my face back behind my ear again. ‘Alright. Alright. But just this once.’ I bargained. Nikki's gaze softened immediately and he slowly grabbed my chin again, bringing my face into the light from the little ceiling lamp. There was a long silence between us as neither one tried to meet the eyes of the other. Finally, he threw the washcloth into the sink behind me, ‘there. Done.’ ‘Thanks’ I quietly said. I was avoiding his eyes more than ever while sort of zoning out. The silence made Nikki uncomfortable. He cleared his throat. ‘Are you still mad at me?’ Honestly, I didn't know what I was at him anymore. I wasn't mad at him nor was I happy with him. But the honest sorrow behind his eyes, and the soft voice he used to guilt trip me actually worked. I never dreamt about hurting him. I sighed, finally meeting his eyes, ‘I could never stay mad at you, Nik.’ ‘God, I'm so sorry.’ he muttered and pulled me into a hug. It was a comforting hug. He had pulled me incredibly close to his body and squeezed my sides as he wrapped his arms around my middle and hid his face in my neck. ‘No it's fine, don't you worry.’ I said, patting his back awkwardly. ‘Is there anything I can do to fully make it up to you?’ he asked. I laughed and pushed him back a bit, ‘just slow down on the drugs a bit. You know how much I hate them.’ Nikki started to look confused. His eyebrows knit together. ‘Yeah I know how much you hate them, but why are you bringing this up now? You've never brought it up before.’ I bit my lip and nodded, ‘I only mind that you’re taking them.’ I quietly said. ‘Why?’ Nikki tenderly asked. He reached up to retuck the strand of hair that fell onto my face again. ‘It's because I care about you. And the drugs - Nikki, my parents overdosed on them. I don't want the same thing happening to you.’ Nikki, the Nikki Sixx, was at a loss of words. ‘Fuck.’ was the only word that escaped him. I nodded awkwardly. ‘Fuck (Y/N). I'm so sorry. Why didn't you ever tell me?’ he asked. Suddenly he was all shy. Nikki was stuttering and unsure of where to put his hands and he was hiding behind the hair that fell into his face. His eyes conveyed every negative emotion all at once. He was scared and sad, and confused. ‘I didn't want to tell you. To be honest, they were kind of crappy parents. I had other things to worry about.’ I airily laughed. Nikki didn't laugh. His eyes didn't soften. ‘No, you should have told me or-or I should have asked. I'm your best fucking friend. We should know everything about each other. And I'm sorry about your parents and I'm sorry I haven't acted like your best fucking friend lately.’ Best fucking friend. That's all he is ever going to be to me. As much as knowing that Nikki would never see me as more hurt me. No matter how hard I might have tried in the past Nikki has never even seen me as more than a best fucking friend. I have been with him for at least ten years. Nikki huffed. He was defeated. He didn't get a response out of me for quite some time today. ‘And I'm sorry that I've hurt you.’ finally, he choked out. Nikki had never intentionally hurt me. Besides when he finally figures out he had unintentionally done something on accident without knowing he would become all cute. He stays up all night trying to make up to me, usually movie nights or he brings out a bunch of blankets from my room and buys a couple of beers and we would climb onto the roof of our apartment building and talk for hours. He would sit closer to me the whole day, and the following two just to get me to forgive him. Maybe I was being selfish, but I enjoyed those times because just how much closer Nikki got, and how he was running around me like a lost dog when I didn't immediately accept his apologies. I calmly took Nikki's hand into mine. ‘I'm alright.’ I sincerely said. His sad eyes lit up. His other hand covered mine. ‘Are you a hundred per cent sure?’ I sighed happily, ‘Yeah! Of course! I'm always going to forgive you, you’re my best friend!’

Yes. that hurt. A lot. My brain pulled the sympathetic best friend card. Ouch. it even sounded weird calling him that in my head more than it did out loud. I winced at the words myself.

So did Nikki. He thought that it sounded strange coming from me too. His breath hitched as I said it. He wanted to be more than a best friend and he was going to lose his chances.

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[darkwoods-darkdreams]

Imagine you’ve found work in the country (II)

You spent the entire day mulling over what you would do about your contract to the homestead and your future.

In the end, you had no choice. You had to run. You knew that it came with consequences. The homestead’s owner would likely tell the local militant forces that you had broken your contract and owed him money as a result. If caught, you would be arrested. If you were dealing with a cruel officer or knight, you could even be sent back to the homestead as a slave rather than an employee. But it was a risk you had to take. You couldn’t spend a year cooking and trying to avoid the sexual advances of the field workers forever. You knew that pregnancy was inevitable if you stayed. You couldn’t become the wife of a man that left bruises on your skin to keep you still as he bent you over the closest surface.

You had waited until night fell and the house was full of tired grumbles and snores. Every so often, cries and screams would wax and wane. Jenn had gone into labor when the sun was at its highest. She was still struggling to birth the child. The other two girls had helped her to her room shortly after dinner. With her making so much sound, you would be able to sneak out of your room unnoticed. You slipped out of your room and descended the stairs. You opened the front door ever so slowly. It creaked like a dying animal. You glanced to the ceiling, waiting to hear the footsteps of someone coming downstairs. But there was nothing but Jenn’s muffled sobs and the grunts of men telling her to be quiet.

You stepped out into the darkness. Under the cover of night, you would be able to leave the property without anyone seeing you. Bandits and wild animals would be another problem. You hoped that, as long as you were careful, you would be able to get far enough away. You could find another job. One that didn’t involve such disgusting practices and-

You were walking through one of the fields when you heard something overhead. You looked up, trying to discern the sky from shadows. The stars were too small and too dim. Your eyes couldn’t adjust enough. You stopped, a shiver working its way up your spine. You felt a stare weighing heavily on you. You turned to look at the homestead. You feared that someone had followed you, but the fields were silent.

All at once, the stars above the homestead went out. In the next instant, you could see the shape of a massive creature diving toward you. You had never seen anything like it. No animal you had ever heard of had a wingspan that large. You staggered, knees weak due to sheer terror. You ran in the opposite direction. The forest at the edge of the fields was too thick for it to fly through. If you could make it there, you could survive.

The creature’s shriek was so loud that it made your ears ring. You felt dizzy, nearly losing your footing as you hastily covered your ears with your hands. You could still hear the noise. Your vision blurred and doubled. Maintaining balance was impossible. You collapsed, unable to hear your sigh of relief as the monster’s call faded.

However, your exhale caught in your chest as the ground shook beneath you. A wing longer than you were tall with sharp talons at the end pierced the earth just in front of your face. You looked around, trying to find a clear path, but your surroundings were a blur of feathers and fur. For a moment, you wondered if something had been stalking you through the fields and something had attacked it from above. No, it was only one creature. You had heard of such creatures in stories; parts of one animal and the rest another. You never thought that they were real.

Something smooth slipped between the back of your dress and your skin. It tugged toward one side. You were pulled onto your stomach and lifted a bit from the ground. You scrambled to right yourself, hands and knees trying to find purchase and wrench you away from the beast. You were suddenly released, dropped back onto the dirt. You managed to crawl for only a split second before the creature shrieked again. The dizziness overwhelmed you, ears ringing as your arms gave out. You didn’t understand why it didn’t just tear you apart with its talons. It could have killed you with one swipe.

You couldn’t see straight, but you could feel your dress being repositioned and the sting of scratches left in the wake of sharp claws. You felt cold air against your skin, then the searing heat of something with warm blood between your legs. Your dizziness was fading, replaced by fear. Still, you couldn’t move as something prodded against your thighs in search of your entrance. You wanted to prevent it, but your limbs refused to cooperate. The tip alone felt massive as it pressed against your entrance. You didn’t think it would fit. If it managed to get inside, you would die from internal injuries.

A clawed hand pushed down on your back, nearly knocking the breath from your lungs. You whimpered, nailed digging into the dirt as you tried to get away. But the weight was too heavy. You were defenseless as the creature slowly worked its way inside of you. You almost wished that the field worker had found you instead. His cock was thick, but it was much more comfortable than what was making slow progress between your legs. You could feel your walls stretching to accommodate the creature to the point that you were sure your belly was distended from the size alone. Still, as tears filled your eyes and your body quivered, the creature continued to slowly thrust. The pace was agonizing, but you knew it was making progress. You could feel it getting closer to your cervix.

Another thrust brought something new. You could feel bumps slipping inside of you, pressing against your walls. When the creature withdrew, you cried out in pain as it nearly dragged you backward. There were barbs, digging into your walls and keeping the creature sheathed within you. The beast made a low noise before pushing deeper inside of you. You felt each ridge. You couldn’t fight it anymore. It would only bring you more pain if you tried. You arched your back and forced your body to relax. You braced yourself, knowing it would only get worse.

A gasp escaped you as it pressed against your cervix. You panted as the creature’s hind legs scratched at the ground. It seemed to know that it had gone as far as possible. Its movements were shallow enough that it didn’t drag you back, but the pace had quickened. You ached, begging to every god you knew that it would end. The weight lifted from your back, but you had no energy. You couldn’t move. The bumps rubbing against your walls made your breathing ragged. The head was crowded against your cervix as if it was trying to gain entry to your womb.

Heat poured into your stomach. The excess dripped down your thighs and between your legs. You were unbearably full, but it seemed that the barbs were shrinking. The creature was able to withdraw slowly. The smaller, rounder bumps made you whimper and moan. You collapsed fully once you were completely separated, losing consciousness.

You awoke to the soft heat of dawn. You looked around groggily, only to remember what had happened. You needed to leave, you needed to-

“Looks like you’re awake,” A low voice spoke. You tensed a bit, recognizing it. The field worker that was obsessed with impregnating you had gone out that morning and found you asleep on the property. He pushed you onto your back and spread your legs, “Were you trying to run away?”

“Get off of me,” You hissed, trying to pull yourself away from him. You were still sore. Your body felt like it was made of lead. His clothes rustled as he freed his cock from his trousers. Your thighs ached. You couldn’t close your legs. You could only watch as he grinned and rubbed his tip against you.

“That maid is still trying to push out her kid. She kept everyone up all night, so the owner decided we could all relax until she’s done,” His hand ventured between your legs, spreading your open. Your breath hitched, “Imagine my surprise when I go downstairs and you’re nowhere to be found. The boss is livid. He said that I’m in charge of making sure you don’t run off again. Lucky me. I’m sure we can think of a way to pass the time, don’t you?”

You wanted to look tough and try to intimidate him into backing off, but you couldn’t stop the tears, “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t-“

“What? Fuck you?” He laughed, “You can’t trade that for anything. I already told you. There’s nothing I want more than seeing you swollen with my brat and being unable to do a single thing about it.”

Your cry was hoarse as he entered you. The grip on your waist was bruising. You were still tender from the night’s attack. Tears swept away the dirt on your face. Your shaking legs were pliable to his touch. He grabbed your thighs and pushed them back, allowing his thrusts to go deeper. You were thankful that the homestead was so far from the city your family lived in. You couldn’t bear the thought of one of them wandering by and seeing your legs in the air with a stranger’s cock buried inside of you. Your cheeks burned with the very thought of such humiliation. As the man’s thrusts became rougher and he sought to reach your cervix, you couldn’t help but notice that something was wrong. You felt too full, like he had already fucked you several times without relenting. Your womb was heavy inside of your abdomen. You said nothing, but you knew it had something to do with the creature that attacked you. Since you had passed out as soon as it finished, you wondered if its seed had settled in your womb. You didn’t know if humans were able to house such monsters. The fear of not knowing overwhelmed you.

There was something else that the creature had left behind. When it had no use for you and separated itself, you had felt hot. Desperate. Like it had turned on some switch in your body that made it crave motherhood. Your mind still vehemently refused, but your womb was anticipating what would come very soon. You covered your mouth with your hands before you could make any noise. You swallowed your moans and looked away from him.

But he had noticed. His thrusts slowed. You could feel your walls clamping down on him. He could feel it, too. He smirked, “You’re not going to beg me to stop? What a good girl you turned out to be,” He caged you with his body, ensnaring you in a kiss. You wrenched your head away, out of breath as his thrusts became uneven, “You can try to hide it all you like, but there’s going to be a day that you won’t be able to deny what I’ve done to you anymore. You’ll notice your dress getting tight. You’ll see and feel my brat grow inside of you. You’ll be reminded of me every time your back aches and every time our baby kicks,” He was getting excited just telling you about it. You couldn’t imagine how voracious he would be when you were finally pregnant. He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look at him, “Doesn’t that sound nice, sweetheart?”

You were furious. You opened your mouth to insult him and demand that he release you, but it was too late. He stiffened, filling you to the brim. Your angered expression faltered. You looked away, defeated.

He removed himself from you with a pleased sigh. He readjusted his clothes and picked you up, “Let’s get you back inside. It’s a good thing everyone’s off the hook while Jenn’s giving birth. I can take my time cleaning you up and we’ll have the rest of the day to make sure you’re having my baby.”

You said nothing. Your plan was ruined. They would never let you escape again.

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