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miley1442111 · 1 month

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the problem with arguing

a/n: Hi, this is my first story, any constructive criticism is welcomed. This had not been properly edited nor read through because icba lmao :) also I wrote it for a fem!reader but I don't think there's much mention other than Jack calling reader 'mom' so... yeah :)

pairings: aaron hotchner x reader, platonic BAUteam x reader, motherly(If that's a word?)reader x teen!jack hotchner

summary: aaron and you are in a fight, but what happens when a meeting with a witness goes south?

warnings: criminal minds levels of violence, angst, fluff, couple fighting, reader in distress, reader getting injured, mentions of knives, mentions of being stabbed, mentions of being tied up, mentions of hospitals, mentions of killing, mentions of general injury, mentions of guns/shooting, minimal use of y/n.

1.6k + words.

“We’re here, we’ll update you if anything comes of it,” Morgan promises Hotch over the phone as we walk to the front porch of one of our witnesses. Something about his story is messed up and we were the unlucky ones who had to go talk to him. It’s a pretty house I guess, a little expensive for what a 26 year old man could afford, and what he would want to buy. It’s all fifties style, the entire estate is. Big-enough bungalows with pastel walls and inviting doors with a small porch, just enough for the entry-way and a chair. I knock on the door, exhausted from the past 72 hours. Aaron and I got in a fight before we got to Ohio, it was unnecessary, but we fought all the same. He was mad at me for giving Jack advice that led to a fight between them. I just wanted to kiss and make up 3 days ago but he won’t budge. Maybe it’s because he knows I’m right and doesn’t want to confront it or maybe it’s because I took it too far and overstepped. Jack calls me ‘mom’, I live with him, and Jack came to me for support, he wanted guidance and I gave him it. He was mad at his dad because he missed meeting his girlfriend. His girlfriend, Ava, was a lovely girl, I had been the one there when Jack brought her over for dinner, I was the one trying to suss out if they actually liked each other, and I was the one Jack sat down with for 2 hours after and told everything about her to. All because Aaron was too busy with paperwork in his study. Jack was hurt, which is difficult to do because he’s such an understanding 16 year-old boy. It was also hard because I saw both sides. I’ll be the first to admit that what Aaron did was wrong, but our job is hard and demanding, especially his since he’s the leader of our team… But Jack just wanted 2 hours of his time, not even, just a dinner. A dinner to meet his girlfriend, and Aaron still couldn’t make it.

I knock again as I huff.

“Everything alright?” Morgan asks, the regular playful glint in his eye.

“Tired, mad, over this job. You?” I sigh.

“Sounds about right,” He chuckles. “How’s Jack doing?”

A smile spreads across my face. “He has a girlfriend,” Morgan’s face lights up in a smile.

“My man,” He smirks and I chuckle. “You two met her yet?”

My face drops again. “I have, Aaron… couldn’t make it to the dinner though. She’s lovely, perfect for Jack. It's so funny, it’s just opposites attract. Jack is so sporty and outspoken and she’s one of the quieter, more into her studies kind of person.”

The door swings open and we’re met with David, our witness.

“You two know what time it is?” He yawns.

“Oh trust us, we know,” Morgan sighs. “Can we ask you a few more questions?”

“It’s 10pm at night? Can’t this wait ‘till the morning?”

“It’ll only take a few minutes,” I reassure.

He looks between us for a moment, then sighs. “Quickly.”

We walk inside and are immediately hit with an awful smell. I know that smell. That’s when I see it, a body.

And that’s when it all goes black.

I wake up in a new room, tied to a chair. I don’t see Derrick anywhere. I don’t see David anywhere. I’m all alone in this grey room. I don’t see a door but I notice a camera, and a screen in front of me. I see Penelope on the screen, then a sign above it with “Don’t make noise” scribbled. I look to my left and see a plastic window, I see Morgan through it, tied up too. He sees me.

“Y/n? Y/n?! Where are you?” Penelope squeals. I shake my head and she picks up her phone and tries calling mine, it rings and I feel something go into my side. I scream out in pain as I see the blood start trickling out of me. Penelope drops her phone, then picks it up, dialling someone else’s number.

I get switched to a joint call with Penelope, and the rest of the team, excluding Aaron.

“Y/n?” Spencer asks and I nod, sobbing in pain. Spencer runs off-screen, leaving Jj and Emily to stare in horror at me.

Spencer comes back with Aaron and we make eye-contact through the screen, and he starts breaking. He’s shouting orders at the policemen in the precinct, he’s shouting orders at the team, and he’s trying not to cry. I know that. I also know I’m the only one who knows that. He hides it pretty well but not from me, not after all of our years together. His eyes squint, his eyebrows furrow more than usual, he starts biting at the skin around his nails.

“We’re coming to find you. We will find you,” he promises me. I nod slowly as the pain in my side becomes unbearable as the knife is pulled out.

“Is Morgan with you?” Emily asks and I nod as I bite my lip until it bleeds to stop myself from making too much noise.

“Is he in the room with you?” Spencer asks.

I shake my head no. After what feels like an eternity of yes or no questions, they think they’ve located us.I hear banging on the door and then it opens. Spencer is standing there with an entire Swat team behind him. I shake my head to tell them to not make noise but they talk anyway and another knife is put into my leg, I don’t have the strength to stay quiet this time and another finds its way into my arm. I pass out.

I wake up in a hospital bed, an IV in my arm, Aaron on one side and Jack on the other. Aaron’s asleep in a chair on my left, I grimace, knowing his back will hurt.

“Mom?!” Jack exclaims as he sees me open my eyes. “Mom!” His eyes fill with tears as he gets up and wraps his arms around me on the bed.

“Jack,” I sigh in relief.

“You’re okay! You’re awake!” He smiles brightly, happy that I’m alive.

Aaron wakes up from the commotion and rushes to my side. “Honey?” He takes my hand and squeezes. “You’re okay.”

I smile at both of them.

“I’ll go get the doctor,” Jack smiles and he rushes off to find a doctor.

“Honey I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” He starts but I cut him off.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he sighs, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Don’t go all soft now Aaron,” I joke.

“You make me soft,” He smiles and presses a soft kiss to my cheek.

Jack comes back in with a doctor. She tells me that I lost a lot of blood and that I will be out of the field for a few months, with 2 weeks of mandatory bedrest, then 4 weeks of physical therapy.

The next day, the team come in to visit.

“Hey,” Spencer smiles, walking in first. I’ve always been close to Spencer, he’s always felt like a little brother to me.

“Hey,” I smile and wince when I hug him, but I know it’s worth it. The rest of the team filter in, smiles on their faces.“So what happened after I went out?”

“Well, they got me, no injuries apart from a concussion,” Morgan says.

“We got the guy-” Emily starts.

“Aaron got the guy,” Spencer interrupts. “He saw him and just shot him-”

“And then he beat the crap out of him,” Jj says. “It was pretty intense.”

I nod along as they tell me the story, and then we just talk about whatever until Aaron comes in and says visiting hours are over. Spencer leaves me a few more books to read and Jj brings Jack to Ava’s house for the night. Aaron walks in with my dinner on a tray.

“Hungry?” He smiles.

“You shot someone for me?” I ask as he places my tray down.

“Yes.”

I roll my eyes and smile at him. “Is he alive?”

“No.”

My face drops. “Oh.”

“It was the combined bleeding and head trauma that killed him.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I did.”

I look at my food. “I understand you wanted to protect me-”

“I did that because he doesn’t get to live after doing this to you. Honey, you and Jack are the most important people in my life and I would do anything if it meant that you were safe and sound. Do you want to know how it felt to have what could’ve been my last words to you be ‘stop bothering me’? I was an asshole to you over the Jack situation because I knew you were right. I knew it wasn’t fair to not go to dinner when I was in the house. I knew it was important and it just felt too real. It felt like he was growing up and I just couldn’t take it because I missed so much of his childhood! So I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry that I said everything I said and did what I did, but I am not sorry about hurting that fucking monster,” He takes a deep breath. “Now eat up, it’ll go cold.”

“I love you Aaron, it’s ok. It wasn’t your fault, being a parents is hard.”

His eyes fill with tears and he looks at me like an injured puppy.

“Come here,” I smile and move over, allowing room for him to sit with me. He climbs into bed beside me and wraps his arms around me, being careful of my wounds.

“I love you,” he whispers as I slowly eat my food.

“I love you too.”

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milfsloverblog · 7 months

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Secret Benefits (NSFW)

Part 3 (previous part here)

Sugar mommy!Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

A/N: Listen, you guys know me, I just had to include some angst in this. So, tiny bit of angst in this chapter, and these two idiots are still convinced that the other one doesn’t want them. OH!! You can see edits I made of Larissa’s outfit in this chapter here. Thank you for the enthusiasm you all show for this fic. Enjoy! <3

You were putting your shoes on when your phone buzzed with an incoming text from Larissa.

I’m here. Xx

She was right on time, of course she was.

You had arranged that she would pick you up from your place at 3, and you would spend the afternoon getting spoiled by her.

You took a last look in the mirror, wondering if you should have opted for a lighter lipstick, not that you had enough time to change it anyway.

Larissa had told you to wear something comfortable, but not too comfortable. “A blouse and some black pants will do just right,” she’d said, and you had sent her a picture of the few blouses you owned, letting her pick the one she wanted you to wear.

Your jaw dropped when you stepped out of your flat and caught Larissa standing by her car, slightly leaning on it. She wore a suit this time, a deep burgundy suit that perfectly matched her lipstick, with a white shirt underneath. Her hair had been let down from its usual intricate updo, her silver curls falling on her shoulders and framing her soft, pale face. She was a vision, truly, and it made you stop functioning for a moment.

“Hello, darling.” Larissa flashed you a smile when you finally reached her.

“Hi, Larissa.” You smiled back, getting on your tiptoe to place a kiss on her cheek, feeling one of her hands on your waist as you did so.

She wore flats this time, and you found that she wasn’t that tall without her heels. She was still tall, sure, but it was perfect. She was the perfect height. She was perfect.

“Hop inside, sweetling,” she said as she pulled the car door open for you, letting you get inside.

The ride wasn’t too long, it was spent with her hand on your thigh as you told her about your week and how you nearly had an argument with your coworker when you’d asked to take the day off, making Larissa chuckle a little.

“You said you’ve never been to a place like this, right?” Larissa asked as she pushed the door to the shop open and followed you inside.

“Yeah, it definitely is a first.” You nodded, looking around at the mannequins.

A small brunette quickly made her way over to the both of you, flashing Larissa a wide smile.

“Miss Weems,” she said. “I hope you’re doing well. Would you require some help with your shopping today?”

Larissa looked down at you before looking back at the assistant.

“Thank you, Clarice, but it won’t be necessary. I will let you know if we ever need some assistance.” Larissa smiled and the brunette nodded before going back to where she had appeared from.

“Come,” Larissa said, leading you through the shop. “I was thinking, since this is your first time, that I will let you choose the sets you’d like to try on. I will, however, still pick a couple of things I’d like to see you wearing.”

You gave a nod, happy at the prospect that you’d have some free rein while still being under Larissa’s control.

She walked with you around the shop, giving you advice on which fabric was the softest, which lingerie would be better suited to wear for a whole day and which one would be better for special occasions.

It was almost hypnotising, listening to her talking so passionately about colours and fabric, watching her fingertips brushing the different sets as she spoke.

Larissa chose three pieces for you to try on. A white lace body and a sage bra and panties set. You personally picked a burgundy set, something that matched her outfit, and a royal blue one.

The woman showed you the way to the changing room, helping you carry the pieces you were to try on.

“Let me know what you think of them, will you?” She asked.

You nodded and smiled before closing the curtain and taking a deep breath.

Right, you thought, time to try on some lingerie while the hottest woman alive is waiting right outside.

You took your time undressing and trying on the first set, the blue one. It looked nice, but it wasn’t what you had expected when choosing it.

“I tried the blue set on,” you told Larissa. “It’s beautiful, but not on me.”

Larissa’s eyebrows knitted. Not beautiful on you, what did that even mean? If only she could see you, see what you meant by “not on me”. But alas…

A couple of minutes went by without another word from you until you let out a frustrated groan.

“Larissa?” You called, getting a soft hum in answer. “I can’t close the button at the back all by myself, could you maybe…”

Larissa straightened her shoulders before pushing the curtain aside, just enough to slip herself inside the changing room.

You were trying on the white body she had picked for you, your hands desperately reaching back to close the button.

“Let me,” she said gently, her fingers brushing against the skin of your back as she buttoned the body shut.

Larissa took a step back once it was done, watching as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt a little unconscious as you spun on your heels to show her the result. She had picked this model, after all, you thought she’d like to see what it looked like on you.

The tall woman’s breath hitched as she watched you turn around. She had picked the perfect model for you.

“May I?” She asked, lifting her hand and reaching out when you nodded your approval.

“Here,” Larissa said, gently pulling on the lace that covered your left breast and making sure it lay flat against your skin.

Your eyes never left her face as she did so, not even when her fingers brushed against the swell of your left breast and made you shiver.

She looked beautiful, she looked passionate, but there was something else there too, hidden deep inside her blue eyes. Something more primal, something the lion felt when the antelope stepped too close to it.

“Beautiful,” Larissa whispered under her breath. “It’s a beautiful piece, I suggest you get this one. But the choice is all yours today, enjoy it while it lasts.” She winked and took a last up-and-down look at you before stepping out of the changing room.

Another moment went by where you let Larissa know that the sage set, as pretty as it was, simply wasn’t your colour.

You tried the burgundy set last, smiling as you looked at your reflection. It looked great on you, and the thought of wearing underwear that matched Larissa’s outfit was arousing in more ways than one.

You took a deep breath and brushed your fingertips on your breasts, closing your eyes as you imagined them to be someone else’s fingers.

Larissa walked back and forth in front of the closed curtain while you changed back into your clothes. She had managed to steady her heartbeat, taking a couple more deep breaths to fully relax herself.

She was about to take another step when she noticed that the curtain wasn’t properly closed. She didn’t think twice as she reached up and grabbed a handful of the velvety fabric to close it, only to unintentionally catch a glimpse of you inside the changing room.

If Larissa’s heartbeat had successfully steadied previously, it felt like it had completely stopped as her eyes landed on you. It only took less than a second for her brain to register what you were doing with one of your hands splayed on the wall while the other one busied itself between your legs.

Larissa held her breath, her mouth falling slightly open as she watched you. This was better than anything she had imagined when touching herself and thinking of you. She watched for what seemed to be hours, her eyes never leaving your face, wishing to memorise every single one of your expressions.

She wanted to see you climax, she craved to know the face you’d make as you’d reach your peak, if your knees would buckle and if you’d keep touching yourself to overstimulation.

Larissa, the little voice tugged at the back of her mind. Larissa, you shouldn’t. Larissa… Larissa!

The tall woman jumped and quickly shut the heavy curtain, her knuckles turning white as she kept tightly holding onto the fabric.

Larissa closed her eyes, her head hanging low as she let go of the curtain. She hated it. Not the fact that she had caught you masturbating, no. She hated the nagging feeling in her chest, one that she knew all too well.

She remembered feeling that nagging thing for the first time as a teenager when Morticia had started getting closer to Gomez and more distant from her.

That nagging feeling had grown and grown and grown until it had seeped through the cracks of Larissa’s heart and filled her whole body.

She hadn’t been able to properly control her shapeshifting abilities back then, and so she had woken up one day with her skin tinted a deep grassy green. She had hidden in her room for a couple of days, spending hours scrubbing at her skin in the shower only to burst into tears of frustration when nothing helped.

There was nothing she could do about it, Larissa had literally turned green with jealousy.

And she felt it again, as she took a step back from the changing room, that awful nagging pull in her heart.

She was buying you lingerie, beautiful silk and lace that you would wear for someone else. For the person you were thinking about right then with your hand between your legs, the one who would get to peel those expensive pieces off your body.

And it made Larissa sick with envy. She was sure that hadn’t she been able to control herself, she would have turned green again.

If she only had watched you for a moment longer, Larissa would have caught her name slipping from your mouth barely audibly as your thighs clenched around your hand, a strong orgasm washing over you.

It took you a few minutes to fully get down from your high, your cheeks burning in embarrassment as you realised what you had done. Anyone could have caught you. A shop assistant, a customer, Larissa. That last thought made you shiver, you would have died on the spot if the older woman had caught you masturbating.

You quickly got dressed and picked two sets from the ones you had tried on, the burgundy one that matched Larissa’s suit and the white one she seemed to have loved on you.

“Larissa,” you said as you walked out of the changing room carrying the lingerie.

The woman looked up and you could immediately tell that something had happened. She did push a smile, but it wasn’t quite right, it didn’t reach her eyes like it usually did.

“Did you make your choice, darling?” She asked, looking at the pieces in your hands.

“Yes, yes. I like these the most.” You raised your right hand to show her the ones you’d want to keep, earning a nod from the older woman.

“Larissa, is everything alright? You seem a bit-“ your question was interrupted by the same shop assistant from earlier asking you if you had found anything to your liking. You showed her the sets you’d like to keep and handed them to her so she could take them to the till.

Larissa’s hand fell on the small of your back and she guided you to follow the shop assistant. She was quiet, awfully quiet as she pulled her Visa card from her handbag and paid for your items. And still awfully quiet as you both walked out of the shop and back towards her car.

She took the bag from your hand and placed it in the trunk of her car before opening the passenger door for you, only closing it once you were comfortably seated.

You didn’t know what it was exactly, but you could feel the bad energy oozing from Larissa as she sat down by your side. Something had happened, that much was clear, and you feared it was somehow your fault.

A few minutes passed where both of you remained silent, Larissa’s eyes never leaving the road. She stopped at a traffic light and your gaze fell on her hand holding the gear lever, noticing the death grip that she had on it.

“Larissa,” you whispered, your fingers gently wrapping around hers on the lever. The small gesture seemed to be enough to snap the woman out of her trance, her head turning so she could look at you.

“I’m sorry, darling. I’ve lost myself in my thoughts again.” She pushed a small smile, one that looked more sincere than the previous one. “Did you have fun today?”

“I did, I enjoyed every second of it,” you said sincerely, your thumb gently brushing her fingers. “And I don’t want it to end now.” You admitted.

Larissa looked at you for a moment, her sapphire eyes boring into yours.

Is that really all there is to it? She wanted to ask. Are you just company to me and am I just easy money to you?

“We’ll have dinner,” she said, looking back to the road when the light turned green.

“Dinner sounds perfect. Where are you taking me?”

“The Paragon.” She answered without thinking twice.

You noticed the quick look she gave to your outfit, making you shuffle in your seat.

“If my outfit isn’t appropriate for the place you’re taking me to, we could drop by my house and I’ll wear the dress you bought for our first date.”

Date, the word echoed through Larissa’s mind.

“Get in the backseat,” Larissa said, a little authoritatively almost like a teacher would.

“Sorry?” You shook your head, watching as she parked the car.

“Get in the backseat, there’s a shopping bag. Something I bought for you a few days ago and wanted to make you wear on our next…rendezvous.” She explained.

You gave a quick nod and stepped out of the car to quickly get in the backseat.

“Vivienne Westwood?” You raised an eyebrow. Even someone who didn’t know much about fashion would know about Vivienne Westwood.

“Yes, she used to be one of my favourites when I was younger,” Larissa said, turning the engine back on to drive away. “But I’ve become more reasonable now.”

You opened the bag and pulled out the piece of clothing, a long black dress with long sleeves and white patterns.

“It should fit with your flats.” She said, looking at you in the rear-view mirror.

“I absolutely love it, thank you, Larissa.” You smiled and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, earning yourself a smile from the woman.

“Get changed,” she said. “We’ll be at the restaurant in about twenty minutes.”

“Here?” You frowned.

“Well, yes, here.” Larissa chuckled as if it was the most evident thing ever. “The windows are tinted, no one can see you from the outside.”

But you can, you thought.

“I won’t look.” She added as if she could read your mind.

You stayed still for a moment but eventually gave a nod before starting to unbutton your blouse.

Larissa kept her eyes on the road as much as she possibly could, her knuckles once again turning white as she gripped the steering wheel. She could see you peeling off your clothes in the rear-view mirror from the corner of her eyes. She had to refrain from stealing a few glances, biting onto the inside of her cheeks to keep herself focused.

“Your underwear too,” Larissa said, a little too strictly which made you jump.

“I thought you weren’t looking!”

“And I’m not. But the bag is in the trunk, so I know you haven’t changed that. Pull on the middle seat and reach for the bag. I want you to wear the burgundy one.”

“Oh, wanting to match?” You teased a little, pulling on the middle seat once you had gotten rid of your bra and panties.

Larissa allowed herself one glance then, only one. She was greeted by the expanse of your naked back flexing as your arm reached inside the trunk for the shopping bag.

Her eyes snapped back to the road when you straightened up, but not before she could catch a glimpse of your side boob, her tongue instinctively darting out to wet her lips.

“You can look now,” you said once you had put the lingerie on. It wasn’t anything that Larissa hadn’t already seen.

Larissa waited a short moment before looking in the mirror, not wanting to appear too eager to watch you.

You put the dress on, muttering under your breath as you struggled with the zipper for a moment, making Larissa chuckle softly.

“We’ve arrived,” she said, parking the car in front of the restaurant just as you managed to zip the dress up.

Larissa stepped out of the car and opened the back door, offering you her hand to help you out of the car which you gladly took.

“You look beautiful,” she said, looking you up and down. “It suits you. I thought it might be a bit too long, but it’s perfect.”

“You look beautiful too,” You said, squeezing Larissa’s hand.

The older woman looked taken aback by the compliment, so much so that it made you wonder if it was a rare occurrence for her.

“You do!” You reassured her, grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you for the dress and the lingerie. I’ll wear it thinking of you.”

Larissa's body moved automatically, her hand cupping your cheek as she stepped forward, trapping you between the car and herself.

I’ll wear it thinking of you, your voice sounded in her head. Do you have any idea what you do to me, she wanted to ask. Do you have any idea what you do to me?

“Larissa,” you whispered, taking hold of the hand that was cupping your cheek and kissing its palm, successfully snapping your companion out of her thoughts. The heat emanating from her body mixed with her perfume was unbearable, you needed her to step away before you did something you would regret.

“I’m sorry, sweetling,” she said, taking a step back and pulling her hand away from you.

Your chest was heaving up and down, Larissa noticed. Had she scared you? She hoped she hadn’t. She needed to get a grip on herself and control those…urges.

She doesn’t want you, told the little voice at the back of her mind. Stick that in your brain, Larissa. She doesn’t want you like that.

And she tried, Larissa really tried to get that into her brain. But as you walked inside the restaurant together and you slipped your hand in hers, letting your fingers interlace, she couldn’t help but wonder - what if?

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talesof-old · 17 days

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breaking | j.p.

pairing(s): james potter x gn!reader

warning(s): angst, breakups, leaving long term relationships, implied unfaithfulness (james doesn’t actually cheat), other woman lily evans, reader deserves better, idk this isn’t proofread or edited, they could never make me hate you lily

word count: 1.2k

a/n: sorry this took me so long, i’ve been teaching myself to crochet and i’m also trying to leave my current job

masterlist

james potter + relationship breakup + no happy ending

It used to be easy, saying James Potter was the best boyfriend you’d ever had.

He’d gone out of his way to shower you in affection and prove himself a capable partner. He’d remembered every important date, what your favorite things were, and why you hated the things you hated. James had been perfect.

You leaned back in your chair. Pieces of parchment littered the desktop, ink staining the expensive wood. You’d given up on caring. A glance at the clock on the wall gave you the time.

22:15.

You huffed. Date night, James had said, like that would fix whatever this was.

This, really, was a wedge driven in unknowingly by one Miss Lily Evans. You couldn’t blame her, really. If you’d asked, she would back away from her friendship with James and be perfectly content. That’s what made it so hard to hate her. She liked you, and would do anything to maintain your friendship.

Instead, like a fool, you’d believed James when he said he’d be home early to have dinner with you. After an hour had passed you’d changed out of your nice clothes and into a pair of pajamas, choosing to work to pass the time. About twenty minutes later, you heard the front door open.

In shuffled a weary James, glasses askew and hair messy. Your heart clenched. Here stood the boy (now man) you’d given your heart to years ago. Here he was, breaking it.

“Hey.” Your voice filled the dimly light room, echoing in the bare corners like some evil spirit.

He looked up at you, eyes blinking owlishly as he tugged off his shoes. It took just a second for the image of you to register. His lips twisted into a guilty grimace, though you weren’t sure he was genuinely regretful.

As he approached, you were hit with a wave of floral and ink perfume. You sighed. Lily’s perfume, which she’d found sometime during your time at Hogwarts and stuck to, was far from unfamiliar. It suited her beautifully, though currently it clung to your skin like aa unwanted disease.

“I’m sorry, we got caught up at the pub.” You nodded. The boys night Sirius had proposed. To forget everything going on for one night. Perhaps you should’ve told James just to stay at your friends’ flat tonight instead.

“We had plans.” Your voice wavered, the telltale sign of tears burning your throat. James nodded solemnly. He made to reach for you, but seemed to second guess himself as you shied away.

“I’m sorry, honey, but Pads wanted to stay-“

“Okay.” The finality in your tone had him pausing, brow furrowed. You moved then, gathering up your papers as tears pricked at your eyes. The rational part of you knew that you needed to speak up about your feelings in order to make a change, but you also didn’t feel like you should have to. James made plans with you, his partner; surely that was just as important?

“I’m going to bed.”

Defeat swirled in your gut. Tomorrow, you’d call Mary. If she couldn’t give you advice, she’d at least help you pack up your things.

“Honey, please.” Something desperate filled his tone. You clicked your tongue to distract yourself from the heaviness in your chest. James stepped forward.

“I just lost track of time, promise. I’ll make it up to you.” You shook your head. This was the make up. This was the second chance. Not a single bone in your body wanted to give him a third. It wasn’t fair to expect you to continue to shatter your heart just for him. You cared more about yourself than that to let it continue.

“You already made a promise like that James, don’t lie to me.” Irritation flashed across his face.

“I’m not lying.” You huffed, clutching your papers in your hands. You’d leave the ink. He’d probably need it more than you.

“Merlin, You told me that the last time, James. What else am I supposed to believe?” He ran a hand through his messy curls. “I don’t understand.”

An incredulous expression took up residence on your face. You blinked furiously as you looked at him.

“What don’t you understand? You come home to me after missing an apology dinner, smelling like another woman. Lily Evans no less.” Venom laced itself through the words as you spoke them. His jaw clenched and he crossed his arms. Muscles tensed as he took in the anger in your eyes. You didn’t often get angry, not like this.

“Lily is my friend, I won’t let you make me feel like shit for spending time with her.” You threw your hands up in the air. The clock down the hallway ticked away, eating at you as you turned away from him.

“I never asked that of you, don’t you dare put words in my mouth.” Tears finally spilled over your cheeks. He scoffed.

“At least look at me.”

You whirled around, eyes glassy and lip trembling. Frustration rose. Here you were, crying over the loss of a relationship that hadn’t even ended yet. You swiped at the tear tracks.

“Why? I can’t do this anymore James. I love you, really, but it isn’t fair for me to have to keep asking you to occasionally put me first.” James wore an expressionless look as you spoke. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, an unsteadying drum to your own heartache.

“I do. I don’t understand where this is coming from.” A forlorn feeling took root in your stomach. He didn’t understand. Maybe you were fooling yourself, thinking you could work through this one. After everything, it was too much to bear.

“Alright.” He furrowed his dark brows.

“I’ll ask Mary if she can swing by tomorrow and help me pack up my things.” He startled, reaching for you once more. A sob caught in your throat as he gripped your shoulders. The soft florals of Lily’s perfume engulfed you.

“What? No, what are you talking about?”

Something undecipherable had leaked into James’ words, panicked and shaky as he searched your face. All he found was resignation. You were giving up. James shook his head, licking his lips and leaning down to stare directly into your teary eyes.

“You’re leaving me?”

You let out a breathy laugh, humorless and cold as it curled around your ears.

“You spend more time with Lily than me these days. I won’t fight for someone who isn’t doing the same.” You watched as his face fell. His lips parted as though to speak, but no words fell from his lips. You knew he couldn’t defend himself from the truth; at the very least, he couldn’t defend himself from this truth.

You spoke again. “I love you.”

You pried yourself from his tense grasp and made your way back to the bedroom, locking yourself in the bathroom for privacy. After tomorrow, you’d no longer be in a relationship. James would no longer be your boyfriend, and peace would have to be made. You shared too many friends for the opposite to be an option. You sighed, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes to keep the tears at bay.

When did it all go wrong?

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The Great War — super hella NSFW edition

Giyuu x F!Shrine Maiden (Giyuu’s Bundle of Joy)

A/N: the expanded scene from a teaser I posted a few days ago, in which Giyuu applies one of his many lessons from Tengen. Arguably the night he gets Reader’s eggo preggo (you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be capable after a couple of enthusiastic tries)

Read the first NSFW teaser here

CW: 1.1k words. pure smut (oral F!receiving) Just filth. Giyuu is hungry. MDNI. NSFW below the cut.

Giyuu settled in against the floor of his engawa, his arm winding around Y/N’s upper thigh to hold her open to him as he peppered feather light kisses up the length of her legs.

“G-Giyuu! What are you — oh,” Y/N moaned, head falling back against the polished wood as the ravenette pressed a soft kiss against her inner thigh.

“I want to help you feel good,” he murmured, using his hand to softly push her other thigh so that she was spread wide for him. Giyuu was surprised at the sudden heat that surged in his blood at the sight of Y/N so exposed like this, as though she were his own personal feast.

The folds of her kimono had been pushed from her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the cool, damp evening air, and Giyuu had pushed apart the garment’s hem to reveal her nether region to his heated stare. Y/N had never felt more exposed.

Or more desired.

As Giyuu looked upon his fiance’s glistening core, his mouth watering, he realized that Tengen had indeed been right. The urge to bestow upon Y/N the same pleasure she’d given him during that first night overtook every urge, every rational thought in his head, merging with a primal need to make her his.

He remembered the way she’d cried out his name during that first night they’d shared, and he was overcome with the desire to have her do it again, to call out for him in that same breathy, needy sigh.

Before he brought his mouth to her, Giyuu recalled the Sound Pillar’s advice to begin with his fingers. Ignoring the slight annoyance he felt at the way his single-arm limited his ability to explore Y/N’s alluring body, Giyuu brought his index and middle finger against the slit of her core, starting from the bottom, and slowly dragging them up. When he reached the small nub at the apex of her thighs, he pressed down.

“Giyuu!” Y/N gasped, her thighs clenching around this hand desperately.

Her lover only smirked as he dipped the tips of his fingers past her folds and swirled it around her bead, marveling at how her slick gathered around his digits so quickly.

Y/N moaned, her head falling back with a soft thud against the wooden floor of the porch, her nipples stiffening with her arousal. In the back of his mind, Giyuu groused once more over his lack of a second hand, because he wanted nothing more than to take one of her sumptuous breasts in hand and tease her until she begged for him.

Y/N was panting as she felt something unfamiliar in her belly begin to tighten under each ministration of Giyuu’s heavenly fingers. Before she could pursue that feeling further, Giyuu’s fingers dropped to her entrance, prodding at her opening in slight hesitation.

Y/N lifted her head to meet Giyuu’s heated gaze.

“Trust me,” he murmured between her thighs, and perhaps it was because he looked so daring, so sensual by the way his eyes had darkened from azure to navy, that Y/N could only nod in response.

Slowly, Giyuu’s index finger pushed into her and Y/N gasped, struggling to keep her hips still as they involuntarily bucked at the unfamiliar sensation.

She was about to ask Giyuu what he was doing, when her fiancé brought his mouth down against her core and gave her a strong lick.

“Oh my— Giyuu,” the sound that left her throat as her lover repeated the action was foreign to her ears, but it seemed to only spur the ravenous Water Pillar on, as he withdrew his finger from her and latched his lips around her sensitive bud.

But when she felt his tongue, hot and silken, slip past her entrance, Y/N lost all control. Her hands shot to grip her fiance’s raven-locks, fingers digging into his scalp as a wanton moan tore from her throat.

“Fuck,” the Miko cursed, her hips jerking against his mouth as Giyuu growled against her flesh, his mouth working against her with even more vigor.

Y/N supposed, once upon a time, she’d known the names of the gods whose shrines she’d guarded, of those she prayed to for the safety of all.

Now, she only knew the name of the raven-haired god buried between her thighs, feasting upon her like she was his sacred offering.

“Giyuu,” she moaned, her head falling back as her hips bucked wildly against his fervent mouth, her ankles locking around his shoulders.

Giyuu increased the pressure of his tongue against her pearl as his fingers slid back into her opening to work tirelessly inside her, stretching and pushing her muscles to prepare her for him.

He savored the way her body seemed to tense with every passing second, her sighs and moans becoming breathier, more urgent, as the coil within her tightened.

Giyuu lapped harder at her pulsing core, a low growl coming from his throat as he pressed his face harder against her, intoxicated by her scent and the taste of her juices on his tongue.

Two licks and a soft graze of his teeth against her sensitive nub later, and Y/N cried out his name, arcing up off the wood as her ankles dug harder into the muscles of his back and her thighs tightened deliciously around his head. Giyuu groaned as her sweet nectar filled his mouth, her muscles clenching around his fingers, and he ground his hips into the engawa floor below him, desperate to relieve some of the incessant ache in his own groin.

The ravenette finally tore his mouth from her, and Y/N collapsed heavily back against the ground, her breath hard and fast.

She looked down at where her fiancé panted between her legs, his eyes as wide as she knew hers to be.

“Giyuu,” she said breathlessly, her chest rapidly rising and falling. “That was -“

“Incredible,” her lover finished, his lips shiny with her slick as he looked back down to her spent core in wonder. Giyuu began to lower his mouth back down to her aching bead. “I wish to do it again.”

As his tongue grazed her overstimulated center, Y/N hissed. “Giyuu,” she cried, gyrating her hips against his mouth despite the sweet pain of his teeth grazing against her lovingly abused flesh once more. “I need you. In me.”

Giyuu’s eyes went as round as saucers, a blush forming on his cheeks that mirrored her own.

“Please,” she begged.

Giyuu’s hand fumbled with the opening of his pants in his haste, his heart pounding. “Yes,” he leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss against Y/N’s waiting lips, his tongue sliding in to dance with hers before he pulled away to free himself of his clothing.

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Far, Far Away

Pairing: Librarian!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You take a chance and give Bucky a call. Word Count: Almost 1.7k Warnings: Fluff, flirting, slightly embarrassing moment ( 😂 ), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Follow up to Once Upon a Time. For you @11thstreetvigilante . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Edit by Nix, divider by the talented @firefly-graphics, and banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It would be a week before you saw Bucky again.

You told your friends about the handsome hero who stepped in to defend you on the subway. The man with the steel blue eyes. Your friends responded with a resounding “aww” when you showed them the line of the poem on the back of his card, with the exception of your friend Tina. Raising an eyebrow as she sipped her wine, she asked what the catch was.

"There is no catch," you stated.

"There's always a catch," Tina argued.

Ever the pessimist. Or is she a realist?

"He said I could help volunteer at the library when I asked if I could repay him."

"See? There's the catch. Free labor," she said, triumphantly finishing her glass.

"That's what volunteer work is," you joked, running your thumb along his name before Nicole snatched the card from your hand. "Hey!"

"Hold on. Let's look him up," she said, glancing at the card before she typed on her phone. You took it back and carefully tucked it away when her eyes widened seconds later. "Holy. Shit. Is this him?"

The image of Bucky standing by a bookshelf with a book filled the screen as she held her phone up. Your mouth went dry from the quick glance, so you nodded in reply. That was your hero.

"You met this guy on the subway?" she asked, passing her phone around for everyone to see. You were pretty sure Kim whimpered. "How do I not meet guys like this on the subway?!"

Even Tina looked impressed.

For a moment.

"I still think there's a catch," she said.

"There’s no catch. He could've easily told me to contact the library. He didn't have to give me his card or recite the poem. So this means he wants to see me again. Right?"

You hated how your voice wobbled on the last word. Bucky was a stranger and he may have already forgotten about your encounter. You hoped that wasn't the case.

Why did it matter so much to you?

"I think he wants to see you again, but also wants to leave the ball in your court after you had to deal with a creep," Kim said, giving you an encouraging smile. She knew you were a bit lonely, even if you wouldn't admit it. "You should call him and set up a time to volunteer."

“I could email him,” you pointed out.

“Not as personal,” Nicole dismissed with her hand. “Plus you get to hear his voice this way.”

Tina's gaze softened when you toyed with the glass in front of you. You knew that she, like your other friends, wanted you to be happy. "Give it a day then call him. If anything, maybe he'll dick you down the way you need."

“Yes, for the love of everything holy, you haven’t been laid in months. Do it for us,” Nicole added, making you laugh.

You took their advice and waited a day.

Thankfully no one was around to see you pace across the floor when you called. What was it about talking on the phone that made your palms tingle? You had no reason to be nervous. It was just a phone call to one the most gorgeous, chivilarous men you had the pleasure of encountering.

"Abraham Library. This is Bucky."

The infliction in his tone was all business, but he managed to make professionalism sound sexy.

"Hello?"

You were so distracted by his voice you forgot you had to talk.

"Hi, Bucky. Sorry," you smiled, praying you weren't speaking too loud when you gave him your name again. "We met on the subway?"

Please, remember me.

"Hi," his voice warmed considerably, making your palms tingle again for a different reason. "How are you?"

"I'm good," you answered. People asked you that every day, but it felt like he wanted to know. "How are you?"

"Not too bad. Better now. I- Well, I was hoping you'd call."

"You were?" you bit your lip to keep from grinning.

"Yeah. Been listening for the phone all day," he admitted with a small chuckle.

He did want me to call. He was waiting for me. Ha! Take that, Tina.

He cleared his throat, making you wonder if the admission embarrassed him or if he remembered he was working. "What can I do for you?"

I can give you a list of the things you can do to me.

"I was wondering if you still needed volunteers? I'd love to help out."

"Yeah. Of course. We could always use more volunteers. Let me check the calendar."

The silence should've been uncomfortable as you waited, but you didn't mind it.

What you didn't expect to hear next was a groan. A deep groan. One for the sexiest sounds you ever heard. How you didn't whimper in response when you took a seat was impressive.

"Is everything okay?" you asked when you found your voice.

"Yeah. I just forgot to mention that volunteers have to fill out an application," he explained, his voice quieter than it was before. Almost sheepish. "The approval process is quick, but I'm usually better about stating that upfront. I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize. I filled out the application before I called," you said.

"You did?"

"Yep," you smiled and swung your head toward your monitor. You still had the "application submitted" page up. "So no apologies."

Bucky sighed, the sound just as seductive as his groan as you heard typing in the background.

God, phone sex with him would probably make me collapse.

"Got it. It's right here. That's great." You heard more typing and you had to stop yourself from imagining what else those fingers of his could do. "We have a children's reading this Saturday. The session is from 10-10:30, but I could use some help setting up a few minutes before and maybe a bit after in case any of the kids want to stay longer."

"Saturday is great," you smiled, looking forward to seeing him again so soon. "I can be there at 9:45, if that works."

"That works for me. I'll get the application approved and you should be all set. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No, I think that's it," you said, pushing your chair back so you could spin around.

It was a silly, happy victory twirl.

"Oh."

You stopped spinning immediately at that single word.

It was the same disappointed tone he had when you got to the restaurant and had to part ways.

But why would he be disappointed? I'm volunteering with him. Wait. He said he was listening for the phone all day. Does he really want to just talk to me?

He cleared his throat again. "If you need anything before Saturday, let me know."

"Wait! One more thing?" you blurted out before he could hang up.

"Yeah?" he asked hopefully.

You inhaled and exhaled once. Twice. You could do this.

"When you're done working Saturday, would you like to get lunch or dinner with me?" you asked as your stomach did an impressive round of somersaults.

You almost ended the call, not wanting to hear if he rejected you.

"I'd love to," he replied.

Your brain temporarily stopped functioning before his answer registered.

He said "yes"!

"Great! Um. Pizza?" you suggested.

Yes, use small words. That's good.

"I know a place right around the corner from the library. Best pizza in the city. You'll love it."

"I can't wait. See you Saturday?"

"It's a date," he smiled.

You set your phone down and waited a second before you spun around in your chair again. The excited shriek you let out was enough to fill your apartment. "He said 'yes'! It's a date! He's-"

A muffled chuckle from your desk made you stop short. Your stomach dropped when you saw the glow from your phone screen. The call was still going.

No. No! Fuck!

You straightened your back and picked up the device with as much dignity as you could. With all the blood rushing to your face, you were surprised you didn't pass out. Should you play it off as a joke? Ignore it?

"Um, are you still there?"

Maybe by some miracle he hung up.

"I am." He sounded like he was trying to hide his laughter. He did work in a quiet place after all.

"What exactly did you hear?" you asked because you were apparently a masochist who wanted to feel the pain again.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said casually. Too casually. "So, are you excited about Saturday?"

"You heard me, didn't you?" you accused as his quiet laughter crept back up.

God, the guy who recited poetry to me heard me shriek like a banshee. Is there a level worse than mortifying? Did Tina jinx me somehow?

"Why didn't you hang up?"

"Because neither of us said goodbye," he said, his voice quiet and casual again. "I didn't want to be rude."

Of course.

"To answer your question, yes, I'm looking forward to Saturday," you said evenly in the hopes you didn't sound embarrassed.

"So am I. Only reason I didn't yell is because I'm at work."

"You're just saying that," you smiled. It was nice that he tried to help you save face.

"I'm not. Honest. And, let's be serious, if those are the sounds you make just from the thought of a date with me…"

You managed not to embarrass yourself again when his voice deepened, but your cheeks got hot and you also wondered what other sounds he'd pull out of you. "Why don't you get back to work and maybe we can discuss that more on Saturday? After library hours."

"Or during."

Fuck.

"But I am hanging up now if you feel like screaming again."

He's smirking. I know he is.

"I'm hanging up, too. Bye," you giggled, pressing end this time so you could cover your face and groan.

The mortifying moment aside, which he seemed to find endearing, you somehow got yourself a date. The next part of your fairytale. You just wished Saturday wasn't so far, far away.

We have a date! Let's see how they're doing in A Real Prince Charming. Love and thanks! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ KoFi

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toournextadventure · 1 year

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everyone but her pt.2

a/n: here we go, the poor excuse of a plot thickens. wednesday will make a move. EDIT: previously titled everyone but her

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: swearing, talk of injuries, usual threats of bodily harm from Wednesday Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Masterlist)

Enid was going to murder Wednesday. She was going to cut off her braids and hug her until she stopped breathing. A slow, agonising death in one of the worst ways Wednesday could possibly imagine. That’s what Enid was going to do to her because it shouldn’t be this complicated!

She had been so excited to see you show up to their dorm with a single rose and a vest that was to die for. For once, you had both listened to her and her very accurate, very helpful, foolproof advice. And now you were both finally going to go on a date and Enid knew she made a good cupid and-

“-You ready?” You asked, and her smile only grew bigger.

Enid heard Thing scrambling across the floor before he appeared on your shoulder. You offered him the rose and he almost blushed - if a hand could do that - before taking the flower and carrying it over to Enid’s desk, and her smile instantly dropped. She noticed he didn’t get anywhere near Wednesday, who was now glaring at the both of you.

“I’ll have him back by 9,” you said with a smirk directed right at Wednesday.

“Any later and I’ll pluck your feathers out one by one,” Wednesday said in a tone that would have frightened even the most hardened criminals.

“We already got a shovel talk,” you said to Thing, “guess she approves.”

Oh if looks could kill, Wednesday would have murdered you both right on the spot. You gave a quick “later!” before closing the door, taking Thing on what was supposed to be your date with Wednesday. All while Enid just stood there flabbergasted. How could that have gone so wrong?

“What was that?” Enid asked once she finally managed to pull her thoughts back together.

“A date,” Wednesday answered, quickly turning back to her typewriter. “I thought you knew what those were.”

“It was supposed to be a date with you,” Enid threw back. “Not Thing!”

“Yet here we are,” Wednesday said with a tone of finality.

“Ugh,” Enid groaned before throwing herself onto her bed. Why were you both so useless!

The door opened at a quarter to nine. Enid was still pouting in bed and Wednesday had gone out onto the balcony to play her cello. Thing crawled up onto the desk and swooned dramatically by the rose that was still there.

"How did it go, traitor?" Enid asked.

Thing answered, barely finishing before Enid threw her pillow as hard as she could at the desk and knocked him off.

"What do you mean you don't kiss and tell?!"

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“This spot taken?” You asked as you sat across the table from Eugene. Sweet, misguided, awkward little Eugene.

“This making friends thing isn’t working,” he said before you could even get settled. “How do you do it?”

“You just… talk to them,” you said with a shrug.

You couldn’t count how many times you had told him all of this. It wasn’t that he didn’t listen; he hung onto every word that left your mouth. He was just… really bad at talking to people. Is this how Wednesday sees me and math? You thought to yourself with a slight frown. Well, that would surely be embarrassing.

“But how?” He asked again. “What do you even talk about?”

“Common interests,” you said around the handful of sunflower seeds you had just tossed into your mouth. “It’s an easy starting point.”

“No one has any interests with me,” he huffed. You almost felt sorry for him.

No, scratch that, you did feel sorry for him. He was just a kid. An awkward one, sure, but a kid nonetheless. Not that you were so incredibly old, but let’s be real, anyone younger than you is a kid. And even then, you could remember what it was like to be 13. It was rough, and it sucked, and you had always wished there had been someone to help you get through it.

You weren’t perfect, but you were willing to help as much as you could.

“Then make them up,” you finally said with a shrug.

“Lie?” Eugene asked.

“No, don’t lie,” you said with a huff and a small smile. “Just… make it up as you go along.”

“Have you done that before?” He asked, suddenly leaning forward across the table. He seemed far too interested.

“Once, yeah,” you answered.

“And it worked out?” He asked again, his voice matching the energy he was practically exuding.

“That’s a good book,” you said as you walked up to her in the library.

“Is it?” She asked; she had a cute smile. “I’m still undecided about it.”

“You should definitely read it,” you continued. “We can even read it together, that way you have someone to talk about it with,” you suggested with a shrug.

She looked you up and down and bit her bottom lip. It wasn’t just her smile that was cute, you decided. With any luck, she wouldn’t call your bluff on never having read the book. Hell, you didn’t even know what it was about. What was it even titled? Oh shit, it looked boring.

“I like that idea,” she said as she held her hand out to you. “I’m Ash.”

You reached out and took her hand. It was soft.

“Y/N.”

“I suppose it worked out alright,” you mumbled as your head fell back to the table. Suddenly, your lunch didn’t seem so appetising anymore.

Eugene started asking question after question, trying his hardest to cling to what you had said. How do you come up with things so quickly? Is it a trick he could learn? What if he couldn’t find a way to work things into a conversation? By the end of lunch, your head was reeling with questions that, quite frankly, you had no answer to.

“Eugene,” you started before he could ask another question, “there’s no deadline to learning this stuff.”

“I just… feel behind,” he said as his head hung low. Oh fuck me, you thought as his unintentional guilt trip started working against you.

“How about we talk about it some more over coffee,” you suggested.

“Really?” He asked, his head snapping up instantly. “Saturday at 11?”

“It’s a date,” you said with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Y/N!” Eugene shouted out as he stood up and ran off to whatever his next class was.

You sighed and looked down at the table again. A half-eaten apple, some sunflower seeds, your water. None of it even looked appetising anymore, what were you even supposed to-

“Another date?” Enid called out causing you to look up and meet her eyes. “Really?”

“Tell Addams you snooze, you lose,” you taunted as you stood up and grabbed your own stuff.

You could hear her obnoxiously loud groan follow you while you walked away. It almost made you laugh.

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Enid was this close to giving up on you two. So far you had been on a date with Thing, Eugene, Xavier, Bianca, and even Ajax (though she knew it wasn’t really a date, she had essentially told him to join you for lunch anyway). But the one person you hadn’t gone on a date with yet? The only person who genuinely wanted a date with you?

Wednesday fucking Addams.

She had tried and begged and pleaded for Wednesday to just finally give in and ask you on a date. Just one date! That’s all it was going to take for her ship to sail! But no, Wednesday Addams had to be the most stubborn girl alive and refuse to do anything that she would deem too soft.

“Suck in your pride,” Enid begged once again after sitting across the booth from her roommate.

“That’s what weak people do,” Wednesday answered simply.

“What are you going to do if someone genuinely asks her on a date first?” Enid asked. She noticed her roommate’s hand falter before bringing the cup back up to her lips.

“No one will ever find their remains,” she answered.

Enid threw her hands up in the air. This was starting to get ridiculous. You both clearly liked each other even if you refused to admit it. Why was this so difficult for you both? Someone better make the first move before she lost her goddamn mind!

“Having a lovely date, ladies?”

She wanted to throw her coffee at your head to wipe that stupid, cocky smirk off your face. Maybe it would ruin that outfit that you had admitted you wore just for Wednesday. You needed to quit taunting her and just ask Wednesday out already!

“I’m getting another coffee,” Wednesday stated, promptly getting up and heading to the counter. You slid into the booth where she had just been sitting.

“Just ask her out already,” Enid whisper-shouted at you.

“Not until she asks me herself,” you whisper-shouted back. You grabbed the cup Wednesday had been drinking from and downed the rest of it. Like an animal, Enid thought with a grimace. “She needs to be humbled,” you finished, standing up just in time for Wednesday to come back to her spot.

“You’re going to drive me insane,” Enid accused you.

“I’ve heard it’s quite enjoyable,” Wednesday cut in. She did not have another cup of coffee with her. Liar.

“See, Sinclair?” You asked. “It’ll be fun.”

“Get out before I claw you,” Enid threatened; she hated that you laughed instead of acting scared like you were supposed to. You knew she needed the confidence boost.

“Easy, tiger,” you teased as you backed away, hands in the air in mock surrender, “enjoy the rest of your date.”

That was it. She was just going to throw herself off the balcony when she got home. She gave up.

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Why did it always have to be hunters? They weren’t even monster hunters, they were just regular hunters? And yet, by some stroke of fate, they always managed to clip you. Maybe it should’ve been your sign to quit flying in the woods late at night. No, no you had every right to these woods. The hunters should quit walking around late at night.

But that distinction didn’t really matter at the moment. Not when y

our wing was now tucked over your arm to cover your injury and your body was brusied from the fall and you were desperately thinking of anyone that you would trust to help you patch it up. But who could you go to? No one, you thought once you started sneaking back onto school grounds.

There is one person, you thought again, looking up at the split circular window of Ophelia Hall.

“Fuck me,” you mumbled, but your feet didn’t really care what your mind was telling you. It cared more about getting you to safety than your own mental dilemma about life.

You knocked on the door your usual three times; you could hear the clacking of the typewriter stop. A bit of shuffling later and the door opened, with Wednesday now in her giant jacket and looking quite comfy for the night. She looked so adorable in that jacket. How would she look in your jacket, you wondered.

“You’re bleeding,” she said, bringing you out of your thoughts.

Oh yeah. That’s why you were even there in the first place.

“Is Enid here?” You asked as you trudged into the room, instantly glancing over to the brighter half. You missed the way Wednesday froze at your words.

“She and Thing are with Yoko,” she answered, “sorry to disappoint you.”

Shit, that wasn’t what you meant. Wait. That meant you were actually alone with Wednesday Addams. No, scratch that; you were injured and alone with Wednesday Addams. She could probably smell the fear on you. She probably knew how to patch you up, but would she even want to? Would she even care?

“Is there a particular reason that you’re bleeding out on my bedroom floor?” Wednesday asked, drawing you out of your thoughts again. Damn you were thinking too much.

“Well, it’s a little too cold to be bleeding out outside,” you answered immediately, turning around quickly to shoot her a smile; you regretted it when you felt your wound pull.

“Sit down in front of the bed,” Wednesday demanded. You didn’t argue.

It was awkward sitting with one wing in the harness and one wing out; it felt unnatural and restricting. You could feel Wednesday sit where she could have easy access to the wound on your shoulder. The bed squeaked underneath her as she shuffled around and reached out to check-

-your wings flinched as soon as the wind from her movements touched the feathers.

“Sorry,” you mumbled before pulling your knees up to your chest. Oh god, this was going to be humiliating. “They’re… sensitive.”

“There’s birdshot in it,” Wednesday said in an uncharacteristically soft voice, “but I’ll patch up your arm first.”

You let out a shaky breath as Wednesday got started picking buckshot out of your arm. She must have really been enjoying herself; you knew how much she loved taking things apart. Getting to dig around in flesh and muscle must have been a field day for her. It hurt like hell, but at least she was having fun, right?

“Stay still,” she commanded, and your body stilled as the tweezers dug a little deeper into your shoulder. “Got it.”

“You’re way too happy about my misery,” you finally accused in a strained voice as she wiped the wound down with something that stung.

“It’s almost as enjoyable as an autopsy,” she replied.

“Never heard that before,” you admitted with a small smile as you started attempting to rotate your shoulder. It hurt like a bitch, but at least it was all cleaned up.

“All that’s left is your wing,” Wednesday continued, causing you to freeze.

Any attempt to move it sent a shock up the bone and down your spine. There was no genuine way you could get all the birdshot out on your own; even if you could bend it far enough, there was no guarantee you would be able to get it all. But it was so uncomfortable for anyone to touch them, what if you panicked?

“You never let anyone near them,” she said; it wasn’t a question. “How do you want to do this?”

“I don’t…”

“It’s a demonic costume, Y/N,” your father argued with you once again, “take it off.”

“I told you I can’t,” you shot back. The tiny wings on your back fluttered with your words. “They won’t come off.”

“Then I’ll cut them off,” your father growled. He stood up and grabbed the scissors in the kitchen, walking back to where you stood with a scowl and a determination to-

“I’ll stay back,” Wednesday said, her voice drawing you out of your thoughts. “I’ll guide you.”

You looked up at her with glassy eyes. She was… still willing to help? Willing to guide you through fixing yourself up? It wasn’t going to upset her to not touch them? An uneasiness settled in your stomach; not one of neausea, but something entirely different. Maybe…

“You can fix it,” you said, so softly that you weren’t sure if she had heard you.

Your eyes stayed fixed to the floor as you stretched your wing out slightly, ignoring the jolt of pain that went down the length of the bone. With closed eyes and bated breath, you waited. It had been years since anyone had touched them, was it going to be painful? Was it going to make you panic? Was it-

-a shaky whine escaped your lips when Wednesday’s soft fingers brushed against the bend of your wing.

“Are you okay?” Wednesday asked, her fingers still resting against the sensitive wing.

“Mhmm,” you hummed and tucked your head into your knees, hoping she didn’t notice the rush of heat making it’s home on your face and neck.

She was being far too soft with her movements. Her fingers brushed too gently against the feathers, causing them to ruffle on their own. It was hard to focus on what she was muttering about when you were trying so damn hard to keep your wings still. It was like as soon as Wednesday touched them, they had a mind of their own.

“How do you even fly?” She finally asked loud enough for you to hear. You could tell she wasn’t even cleaning up the wound anymore.

“Apparently I don’t,” you grumbled as your injured wing twitched for emphasis. “Seems all I’m good for is falling instead.”

“Well, you’re fixed now,” she said, her fingers finally moving away.

You tucked your wing in quickly and pushed yourself to your feet, ignoring the ache that had finally settled in all your bruises. There was still a heat to your face that you refused to let Wednesday see. She could not know she had made you blush, even if it was the last thing you ever did.

“My services come with a cost,” Wednesday said. “You can buy me dinner tomorrow.”

You turned around slowly, your brows furrowed and the blush faded.

“Is… is this your way of asking me out?” You asked hesitantly. Now it was her turn to look away.

“What if it is?” She asked.

“Then I think I’m gonna need you to try a little harder,” you said with a small smirk. Her head spun to face you, all hesitancy on her face gone as she pointed at the door.

“You can leave the way you came in,” she said with a huff. It was pretty cute, you weren’t going to lie.

“Whatever you say, Addams,” you said in a soft voice. She was still glaring at you, but her eyes softened ever so slightly. You walked - or rather limped - over to the door and turned back just long enough to say “thank you.”

You stayed outside the door for a moment, a ridiculous smile on your lips. She had almost asked you out on a date. Maybe there was still hope. You might have been putty in her hands, but Wednesday Addams was going to cave and ask you out properly.

It was only a matter of time.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams

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When to Reject Feedback

Last post I talked about taking suggestions from editors, so today I'm talking about when not to take their (or other readers') suggestions. While your readers may have a lot of experience and wisdom, ultimately you know your story best and you know what you want it to be.

This is also the first step, know your work, know exactly what you want it to be before you reach out for feedback. This way, you know what suggestions are helpful, and which are leading your story to a place you don't like.

I’ll start with a story. I wrote a short creative non-fiction in one of my creative writing classes about grappling with my family dynamic before and after my Grandma (and our matriarch) was hospitalized. I intentionally left parts of it vague—how was I supposed to distill all my thoughts and feelings and the history of my family in a simple enough way for others outside of my family to understand, when I was in my family and hardly understood it? I thought the vagueness gave room for a conflict of love and rejection. Alienation and belonging. I didn’t want to force the reader to feel anything concrete or specific about my grandma, I hardly knew how I felt about her.

I took this piece to my prof, and she advised me that it would benefit from more specific details. Some things she suggested adding were histories I wasn’t privy to—either I hadn’t been born yet, or I hinted to knowing but only really from context; I wasn’t in the room.

I took her advice and rewrote it with these more specific details. I had to make up some stuff, which I didn’t really like, but she loved it.

Next semester, I took the same (edited) piece to a different creative writing prof in a different class. She read it, told me she liked it, but that it could benefit from a bit more room for interpretation—from some vagueness.

I laughed and told her that I agreed, and pulled up my original draft. She was in far favour of the original.

TL;DR, this is all to say that I don’t believe in taking all advice as gospel. Some people will absolutely love the way you’ve written it, others will think it needs changing. These two profs were both incredibly experienced, published authors who had won awards, gone through masters degrees, etc. etc. They were both very credible people to go to for advice.

But they had slightly different sensibilities when it came to writing, and while I didn’t agree with everything my second prof said, I did err more towards her way of writing than the first. Emphasis on the ‘not agreeing on everything’, that little part of me that disagreed is my unique writing sensibility.

So seriously, reach out to people for feedback and advice, but that by no stretch means you have to take all of it. If there’s a part of your writing that you really love, that you did intentionally, and that you feel is integral to your work you’re allowed to keep it. There will be readers who like it as it is.

#writing #creative writing #writers #screenwriting #writing community #writing inspiration #filmmaking #books #film #writing advice #taking writing advice #writing feedback #taking writing feedback

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it's the little things 🤍

This is part 4!!

Read parts 1-3 HERE

Warnings: more angst, I'm so sorry BUT BUT BUT theres sickeningly sweet fluff at the end so bare with me ;), cussing, emotions, mentions of SA

I tried to make this one longer bc i feel like part 1 was so good and then 2 and 3 kinda flopped so heres me trying to write more than I usually do.

Also, I'm surprised no one has noticed a small writing detail I did last chapter regarding Price. I'll do it again in this chapter to see if anyone can catch on hehehehe :)

EDIT: not me saying I wanted to attempt to make this as long as part one when part one was 2,437 words and this one ended up 4,314 words....oops

Taglist: @gaymistakeboi @batw3nch @thedevillovesflowers @almightywdm @ghostslittlegf @sketchyfandomgirl @under-the-dirt @clear-your-mind-and-dream @darkangel4121 @vreselia @llemes @stargaliz @rockcollector3000 @nottrosaxx

(sorry if i forgot anyone!!! please yell at me if I did!!)

"Stop that!" Your voice was almost begging as Soap kept grabbing at Ghost's little hoodie strings. Soap kept fighting with Ghost all day and you couldn't handle it anymore. You finally picked up Soap and put him alone in the playpen. "You're in time out."

He began to wail, making you shed tears of your own. You were exhausted from the three little boys. They'd been causing trouble lately and keeping you up all night this week.

Gaz looked up at you with a little toy car shoved halfway in his mouth, blinking innocently as Ghost continues to play with his blocks as he was before Soap grabbed him. "At least you two are giving me a break today." Soap continued to wail dramatically, not even crying, just wanting your attention.

Laswell had told you that he needed to learn that he's not the only one you take care of, so you sometimes have to leave him to cry it out on his own to teach him. She'd stopped by the other day to brief you on a new group of recruits.

She was definitely questioning why you of all people had your Captain's so-called 'nephews' and you had to think on your feet, but she didn't buy it.

"Tell me the truth, who's kids are these Y/N?" Her voice was in that motherly tone she had mastered with all of you.

"You wouldn't believe me." You said, trying to quiet Soap's crying, which led to her advice about letting him cry it out.

"If you're going to tell me they're yours, yeah I won't." She shook her head, becoming increasingly more annoyed with you.

"Promise you won't report me for drugs?"

"Depends."

You had told her everything about finding the boys like this, and she had to take some time to think it over until she noticed how Soap only plays with Ghost, and how Gaz keeps to himself and didn't cry once while she was there. She took a day before she texted you again telling you she was there if you needed any help.

That was 3 days ago, and you didn't want to bother her since she had taken over some of your duties since your hands were quite full.

You leaned against the foot of your bed as you finally heard Soap's cries die down, turning around to see he had tuckered himself out into a sleep. You took a couple of deep breaths, trying to dry your tears when you felt little hands on your feet.

You opened your eyes to see Gaz and Simon grabbing at your toes. They both sit down at your attention. You went to go move to see what they needed when Gaz gave you a goofy smile.

Smiling back, you swopped him up to your chest to rock him, almost thanking him for bringing a smile to your face. You heard the familiar little grunt from Simon as you looked at him.

His hand was just outstretched towards you with one of his little blocks, offering it to you. Laughing a little, you took it and noticed the letter on the block was your initial.

Your eyes went wide as you looked back at Simon. "You know...or do you?" The question was more for yourself than him. You knew Simon couldn't understand you, he was a baby, there's no way he could.

"Is this me?" You cooed, pointing to the block he gave you. He grunted in response. "There's no way." Was he actually coherent? Was your Simon in there, he just couldn't express properly? Or had little Simon heard your name enough times that he knew? You felt something wet on your neck and saw Gaz drooling, thanking the universe that two of the boys so far have gone down for a nap.

Setting him in the playpen, you return to Simon, wanting to see if there was any way you could find out if he was cognitively adult Simon. "Do you know what's going on?" Your voice was gentle and quiet. Watching adamantly, you waited for him to give you any reaction. "Simon?"

His wide eyes looked up at you, focused shifted from his toys. "Do you know?" He blinked a couple of times, then looked around the room. He grunted a couple of times before looking down at his blocks.

"Simon?" You said again sweetly. You watched as Simon's lip began to quiver as he looked over his blocks, he began to cry, grabbing at the blocks and then throwing one before beginning to cry. "Oh honey, I'm sorry."

He reached out for you and you picked him up, comforting him. "It's okay honey, I'm sorry." You could tell something had bothered him, but what?

He wasn't wailing or screaming, just a silent whine of a cry. Almost like he was sad or frustrated. "Are you mad at something?" You moved to where you could see his face, cradling him.

You watched his breathing catch in his chest at your question. You ran two of your fingers over his little chest, rubbing circles to calm him. "Breathe Simon, don't hold your breath on me. You're okay, work through the cry sweetheart."

Your touch immediately helped him take in a good sized breath. "That's it." You watched him slowly calm himself down as you shushed him and held him. "Did your blocks make you mad?"

He crawled out of your arms clumsily, the most movement you've seen from him. He threw another block, not aggressively or at anything, but at the ground. "Yeah? Do you not like your blocks?" You reached for another toy for him to play with but he grunted.

You snapped your attention back to him, "What's wrong? I wish you could tell me." You felt helpless. He clearly was distraught over something, and you had no way of knowing what was happening.

He stared down at his blocks again, breathing in huffs. He held one out to you after picking it out. It was a 'Y' block. "What does this mean? Does this mean you understand?" He grunts.

You feel tears sting your eyes. "You know..." He grunts again. "Oh my God!!" You pick him up and stare at him. You bring him to your chest in a small hug, teary eyed. "I'm gonna get you boys back to normal, I promise."

Some hours passed and you had attempted to get a sign out of Gaz or Soap to no avail. It seems as if Simon was the only one who was cognitive of what was going on, but you still were unsure of the extent of his knowledge and awareness.

It's been a week since you had seen the Captain, and as much as you told yourself you wanted to keep it that way, deep down you wanted the softness he had when the boys were were first found. At night, you'd catch yourself dreaming about the way he looked that evening he popped into your office to ask if you were hungry, or the way he speak quietly to you in the mornings knowing you were up late with one of the boys.

Laswell hasn't mention anything about him either but you didn't know if that was a personal choice, or if she actually had no information regarding him.

You wanted to know where he was. Not only did you miss the warmth he held when you two were handling this situation, but you missed his help. He would always let you sleep in or let you take a rest. He cooked and stepped up so you weren't overexerting yourself.

You missed the companionship.

You glanced over to the clock to see it was nearly midnight, but when you scanned the time stamp on your phone, you saw a message from your email.

It was from General Shephard. It was sent hours ago.

Dear Lieutenant L/N,

I am writing this to you to pass it on that the Private you sent to me regarding sexual harassment has been found innocent. There was no camera footage found after review and he has no background violations or any previous infarctions.

Best Regards,

General Shephard

You felt your heart sink in your chest. There's cameras all over the training room, how could they not see it? The familiar sting landed in your throat as your emotions took over you.

Innocent? After what he did? How could Shephard not see that?!

You felt like you were going to scream, the pain unbearable.

It made you think back to Dubai. The severity of that event would've landed that man in jail. The way you had bruises on your neck and hips from the harsh grip of his hands for weeks, the way you limped for days. You remember the cold stare of your Captain when you told him, the nonchalant "Brush it off."

You were crushed.

You had lost.

The sun shone through the windows of your room as you woke up, looking over to see Gaz and Ghost already up. You picked them up to change them and then situated them in holsters, one on your chest, one on your back.

You did the same with Soap and then placed him on your hip, taking them to the kitchen to feed them.

Taking a moment while the bottles warmed, you took in the sight of all three boys in their highchairs, drowsy. Their little eyelashes fluttering as they struggled to stay awake, babbling and cooing.

It made you take a step back and really breathe in the moment, this may be the only time in your life that you're able to have this motherly role, even if they aren't your kids.

The microwave beeped and you shook the bottles, handing each one to the littles, watching as the half-hazardly drank the bottles. You felt a joy spark in your chest, enjoying this time with them despite the trouble they cause.

And here you thought they were troublesome as adults. Jokes on you.

You sat down at the breakfast bar as you waited, your mind drifting to distant memories.

"Y/N!!!" You could hear Soap's voice as you fell to your knees clutching your shoulder in pain. Removing your hand, you saw the blood seeping into the cotton material of your uniform. The sounds of warfare around you felt muffled as the pain radiated through your body from the gunshot wound.

You leaned on your hand to steady yourself, trying to breathe through the pain as the sound of skidding sounded in your ears. Looking up, you saw Soap sliding over to you, firing to cover you. "Get on my back! We gotta get ya outta here lass!" You moved slowly, trying to stay off your right arm. You winced as you climbed onto his back, squeezing your legs to keep yourself up as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He had carried you out of the fire into a safe house not too far away as he immediately performed first aid to your shoulder. You remember the way he remained calm when his face was in your eyeline, but you could watch his muscles tense as he worried about your state.

The memory made you smile. Soap was always there for you, like he had eyes in the back of his head. Anytime you got hurt out in the field, he was worrying himself sick. He cared so much, and had such a big heart of gold.

"How dare you?!" You laughed, slamming down your Uno cards.

Gaz taunted you as he celebrated his win. You two were in a tent on a mission trying to boost both of your morales. Uno was your favorite game, but he was too good at it for your own good. No matter how strategic you were, he would always win.

Gaz was like that at every game, the rest of the team dreading game nights. Once in awhile though, you'd catch him letting you win because he enjoyed seeing you rub it in everyone's faces. It brought him joy to see you smile, so if he had to take a loss, he would.

You heard a whine as Soap finished his bottle. The other two boys were still working on theirs, so you went to go wash out the empty one.

"Ghost! How copy?" Your voice was panicked as you frantically looked around Las Almas. You were completely separated from Soap and Ghost. Soap had ended up around two miles from you, but Ghost wouldn't come through the radio. It had you so anxious you were going to be sick.

"Soap, do you have visual on Ghost?"

"No," his voice was strained from his shot wound. "There's a church about halfway between us, let's meet there and regroup."

For the next hour and some, you and Soap worked together to find a church, and when you did, Soap was already there. You rushed to him, relief washing over you until you heard a familiar hum.

Turning around, you say Ghost. "Don't fucking scare me like that ever again!" You punched his chest. "I thought you were dead!" You were angry with him, trying to land a hard hit on him.

He grabbed his arms and wrapped them around his waist as he silently brought you into an embrace. You cried into his chest as he brushed his hand over your head, the other drawing shapes into your back. "You're not gonna get rid of me that easy." He let out.

"You scared me so bad, I thought I lost you." You said through sobs.

"You'll never lose me."

Once the boys were finished with their bottles, you washed everything out and put the boys in some fresh clothes. You had decided you were going to take them out as you needed more supplies.

Maybe you'd stop by a park on the far end of town so they could get some fresh air too.

And everything had gone according to plan while you were out.

You even stopped to get ice cream, giving the boys a bite or two each of your own cup.

The day was full of fun and laughter, the sun was bright and the boys were well-behaved.

When you arrived back to base, you opened your door and set your bags down and put the boys in their playpen when you heard someone clear their throat.

"Y/N..." You turned around to greet the person in your room.

"Laswell, what's wrong?" You saw the solemn look ridden on her face.

"It's John, we need to talk about him."

You had brought her into the kitchen of the compound, brewing some coffee as you both sat down. "I don't really wish to talk about him right now." You said as you scoot your chair in.

"I know what happened, he told me everything. But, there's something you need to know. I know where he is, and I'm worried about him." She looked at you, silently asking you to hear her out. "I know he's not your favorite person but-"

"He disregarded my sexual assault in Dubai and prevented me from reporting it and when I called him out, he walked out on me. On top on everything else he's done, of course he's not my favorite person, he never has been." You were already fired up.

"I know what he did. I found him yesterday in his office, passed out drunk. He had your file pulled up on his computer. When I finally got him up and had him sober up, he spilled everything. He was crying. John doesn't cry Y/N." Laswell was trying to get to you through your emotions. You weren't falling for that.

"Why would I give a shit?"

"I've never seen you this fired up over him, there's something you're not telling me." That motherly tone is back. Your mind went to his kind smile, the gentle look in his eyes.

"He let me in." Your voice was quiet.

"Excuse me?!"

"When I brought the boys to him, hoping to find some help or answers, he wasn't the man I've come to know through my time of service. He wasn't Captain Price anymore, I saw John. He was kind and warm and gentle. He was sweet to me and helped with the boys, always letting me rest. I saw his smile, and the look in his eyes was unlike anything I've seen before. I've had a glimpse and now I'll never see it again." You felt hot tears sting your cheeks.

"I wouldn't say that." Laswell shook her head. "There is so much you don't know about him dear, you should go talk to him."

"I can't even look at him after he walked out."

"Give him a chance to explain himself." Laswell put her hand on yours. "Let him tell you for himself."

Your eyes widened at the gesture. "Tell me what?"

"What's got him so in his head. Please." She begged you to go see your Captain in his office. After some convincing and more tears, you finally gave in, just to get her off of you.

Your footsteps were loud in your ears as you approached his door, knocking lightly. There was no response. You slowly turned the doorknob, entering the room, closing the door behind you.

You froze at the sight before you. There were files all over his desk, most of them with your name on it. Your Captain was sitting with his head in his hands. "Captain?" Your voice was meek.

His head shot up, wide eyes staring into you. You could see the bags under his eyes, his eyes red from crying. He had a bottle of bourbon on his desk, only a droplet or two left in it. "Laswell said you had something to tell me." You said, not wanting to make anymore eye contact.

He remained silent, the room thick with it. You heard him stand from his chair, but you remained with your gaze on your shoes. "I-" He began. "I won you the case."

That's when your head snapped up. "What?"

"The Dubai case. With that guy. I, uh, I filed everything together and he's being put in jail."

You were confused. "You're 3 years too late."

"It's taken me three years." His words cut you deep. "I went straight to Shephard and Laswell when we got back from the mission. I filed a case against him in your name."

You stood dumbfounded. "That doesn't explain the way you reacted, nor the way you walked out on me." You were still hurt. You couldn't forgive him.

"Understandable." He sniffled as he began to fiddle with the files on his desk. "There's no excuse for the way I reacted, but you do deserve an explanation." He cleared his throat and looked up at you. When you didn't say anything, he continued. "When you came to me about it, at first I didn't think anything of it. I had a lot of female soldiers doing that to me that trip just so they could get sent home early or get a fat check. I caught them lying and they'd immediately back down. My mind told me you were doing the same thing." He takes in a shaky breath. "That was until I came to find you one morning and caught you changing. You were putting your shirt on when I saw your bruising. It looked like you had been beaten, I watched your walls come up that day and I watched you cower into a shell of yourself. That's when I know you were telling the truth."

"Why didn't you say anything?" You spoke up.

He sighed and took a second to collect himself, on the verge of tears. "I knew the statistics of women winning these types of cases, especially with the lack of proof. I snuck pictures of you to document your marks, and I asked every soldier I could to find a witness. No one came forward. The case would've never won, and I knew that. That's why I never said anything to you, I couldn't stand to watch you feel the pain of not getting the justice you deserved. Shephard and Laswell told me how poor the evidence was, and the three of us spent years trying to dig up anything we could." He paused, pulling out a piece of paper. "6 months ago, a witness came forward. That put the case over the edge and we won. I found out this morning."

You scanned the paper, the woman was a victim of the same man, same situation. Reading over it, you related to every word. This woman won you the case. "So what's your reasoning behind you being an asshole the entire time I've worked with you? Even as a Lieutenant yourself, you were always an asshole to me."

Price sighs, then walks around his desk to face you. "I was angry. All these years, I've been angry. Before my promotion, when I met you, you were just a Sergeant. I watched you in the field and around the male soldiers and I felt angry. I knew you'd be a problem and I knew I'd have to deal with it."

"Then why did you invite me to join the 141?" You were confused.

"The anger only multiplied when your case came to be, I was angry at the thought you'd lose and the son of a bitch who hurt you would still be loose to hurt others. I've been angry with you all these years because I knew one of these days, I'd run the risk of losing my rank." Price took a step towards you. "I was angry at the thought of losing you."

You continued to stare at him in confusion. "What're you on about?"

"I would never be able to have you the way I want, it'd be frowned upon." Your eyes widened.

"What do you mean?" You took a step backwards as his hand cupped your face.

"You haunt me. Your smile, your eyes. The way you laugh from your chest. My dreams are littered with images of you, reminding me of what I can't have."

"Why can't you 'have me'? I'm on your squad?" You were oblivious to his insinuations, confused as could be.

"Because I could never ask you to love a man you hate."

His words shook you to your core. "I love you Y/N, I have since I found you out in that shack in the mountains abandoned by your unit. I love the way you effortlessly care for others, the way your perfume lingers in a room. As soon as I thought I had suppressed by feelings, you show up at my door with three children. Yes, they're our coworkers, but I couldn't help but see the big picture. I see the way you interact with them, the way you molded into this figure that had nothing but admiration and love. It was so different from the woman I know in the field, the woman behind the rank."

He was staring into your eyes when it all hit you.

The way you played images of him shirtless that one night you opened the door, his kind smile, his gentle eyes. The way you dreamed of him in the kitchen cooking for you.

You loved him too.

You glanced down to his lips and without another word, John pulled you into a kiss. Your lips molded into his, his kiss warm and passionate. He kissed you like he'd never get to again.

The kiss slowed down time, and all you could think of was his hands holding you tightly against him like you'd disappear if he let go.

"John..." You said as you backed away. "I love you too, I've missed you." He kissed you again before sliding his hand down to hold yours.

"Let's go home."

The ride was silent back to the compound, even as you both approached your room. Laswell left with a nod and a wink to you.

You thanked your lucky stars you listened to her.

All three boys looked up at John from the playpen, wide eyed. Gaz began to cry as John swooped him up and comforted him. "They missed you too. It was tough doing this alone."

"I'm so sorry I walked out, I should've told you then and there, stayed around."

"You're here now." You smiled up at him as he leaned in to plant yet another kiss to your lips. You giggled as you heard Gaz giggle and Soap and Ghost let out little babbles and flailed their arms in excitement. John chuckled too.

"Do you think they saw this coming?" He asked.

"Probably." You moved to go change into your pajamas, John doing the same. Coming out of his bathroom, you saw him shirtless and wearing his signature flannel pants. You took in a deep breath.

"Like the view? Cause, I'm loving mine. C'mere." John sat on the edge of his bed as his hands ran over your thighs. "Do you feel comfortable sleeping here? Or do you still want the couch?"

You thought for a moment. "Can I have one more night on the couch?"

"Whatever makes you feel at home." John smiled as he crawled back into bed, wishing you a goodnight.

You smiled back as you climbed under the blankets on the couch. As much as you wanted to sleep next to him, it was intimidating for you. You needed to muster up the courage to be that close to him like that.

For now, you were just happy you found your feelings for him and you learned how his behavior all these years was because he was fighting for your honor.

You had John back, and that's all you could ask for.

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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omar-rudeberg · 6 months

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CAPTIVE PRINCE + DARK RISE tidbits (lil spoilery!) from chats with c.s. pacat at the aus book fair today:

we mostly knew this from the early ch1 release but nell the pony lives on in dark heir (we see nell again!)

the dark rise special edition has will on the cover - it's just an artistic impression of him with lighter hair

pacat gave the advice that she creates experiences for herself that are close to what her characters experience to be able to viscerally understand and describe them - an example is how she bought a shoulder of meat to pierce with an implement to imitate what stabbing someone in the shoulder might be like (screams in dark rise ahhh). another example is taking an ice bath to be able to accurately describe what falling through an ice sheet into a frozen lake would be like. really puts into perspective how her writing seems so real!

pacat teased the captive prince news again, and gave us "it's not a TV series, or another book, or a short story" and that it's "been delayed 3-4 years" and then he giggled and was like "it's so obvious what it is, it's so obvious" so ??????? come on people what are we looking at here ????? movie? graphic novel?

i asked what was going on with laurent at the start of kings rising, because the fact that laurent got captured by guion/govart even with all his soldiers around has always seemed like an ill thought-out plot point to me... pacat just grinned and said "but he meant to get captured, though, right?" and flicked open kings rising to find this line — ‘The hard part was getting Guion to let me into his fort.’ Laurent said it steadily ...

#captive prince #dark rise #c.s. pacat #cs pacat #pacat #not yr #mine

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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Dayeons Disciplinary Diary

Male Reader x Kim Dayeon (ft. Chaehyun, Xiaoting)

Length: 5794 words

Tags: disciplinary sex, sex as punishment, humiliation, degradation, sex in front of others, filming sex, humiliation kink, public sex kink, bratty idol, rough sex, dubious consent, getting threatened kink, facefuck, cum shot, anal, pearly gates sort of, teasing, sweaty sex, standing sex, full nelson, mentions of choking and spanking, a mating press and cock addiciton, angry sex, brat!Dayeon / strict!You

TW: it's better you read the tags tbh, but you can already leave if you dislike humiliation, degradation or dubious consent

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing

Inspiration: A cutie send me a rough idea and after months, I was able to come up with sth. I hope you read this <3

“Maybe.”

New job, old problems.

The five oldest members of the famous girl group Kep1er are supposed to debut as a separate sub-unit. As someone with a lot of experience in planning, training, and preparing you were chosen as an external coach to give advice and guide the fairly inexperienced team. It’s a new task, sure, but the problems remain the same. So far, so unspectacular.

The issues however started the moment you left the first meeting and looked at the girls schedule: in between the usual variety shows and photoshoots they have dance practice for a full group comeback after the sub-unit debut. It limits the time the company gives you for meetings, vocal sessions—literally everything.

Though a huge inconvenience, it’s nothing you can’t manage. It probably was the reason why they hired you, someone from outside the company, to deal with this in the first place. However, another aspect you were not ready for made your first problem seem like a first grader’s task.

Some of the sub-unit members, Chaehyun, Xiaoting, and especially Dayeon are very hard to keep in check. Their brattiness easily blows up a dance practice session, their delinquency disrupts entire meetings, and their obnoxious attitude consistently brings you to the edge of a tantrum.

You’ve tried the usual methods, carrots and sticks. Over the first couple of weeks, it became obvious that no amount of carrots could help. Luckily, the company gave you extensive authority over the group. They only cared about the results, so it was time for you to switch from the carrot to the stick.

Chaehyun was the first to be disciplined. She was mostly tagging along with her best friend Dayeon and it was mostly through her that Chaehyun got into trouble. So after only two sessions of edging and hair pulling, Chaehyun’s strong will to misbehave broke. She became diligent, not missing a single meeting and obedient, obeying every word the dance teacher says. She also became addicted to your cock, an unwanted, but amusing side effect. As long as she continues to be a good girl and give it her all, you give her what she desires. Every evening.

Xiaoting was a little bit tougher. She put up more of a fight because she wasn’t dependent on someone else to come up with a troublesome idea. If she wanted to mess up the choreography, she just did. If a meeting bored her, she would just leave. If another girl would annoy her, she would slap her.

At first you expected her to be the worst case, but after edging her for one hour with your fingers and pounding her doggystyle, she was already whimpering. What broke her resistance entirely were the spanks on her fat thighs and ass. She later confessed that you were the first person to make her squirt—which is the reason she walks to your apartment every weekend to get her fair share of spanks.

Dayeon is still a work in progress. No edging, hair-pulling, spanking or rough fucking has made her submit to your authority. Even after she cried and whimpered in her mating-press while you slapped her tits in the morning, she would still skip the meet-ups in the afternoon. Her snarky remarks cannot be stopped, even after you fucked her face the night before. So you changed your strategy.

Five steps. Five steps to break Dayeon’s brattiness.

Day 1: Take a picture!

“Dayeon, my office. Now!”

She was late again to one of the meetings. Of course. It doesn’t matter today, however. It’s a perfect set up to get your plan into motion. You’ve waited for this moment since waking up.

Dayeon trots into your office. She wears the same outfit as she did during their debut promotions: a plaid skirt, open leather jacket and black crop top. Unlike back then, her hair is now dark brown, a change of style that really suits her.

“What?” she groans in annoyance and clicks her tongue.

“Why are you wearing this? Didn’t I tell you to stick to the training outfits?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Deep breaths to calm down your nerves. Dayeon pulls out her cell phone and with every tap on her screen your anger rises. Ten knuckles turn red as you squeeze the edge of the table, wishing to break it in half. You clear your throat and slowly ask in a threatening, deep voice:

“Dayeon, will you finally stop being such a brat? You need to be punctual, diligent, and focused on your comeback.”

Dayeon continues to type. Without looking up she snarls:

“Lol, no. What’cha gonna do about it?”

Everything happens in the blink of an eye. In uncontrolled anger, you snag her phone away, push her against your office door, and force her down on her knees. Dayeon wants to shout out something, but you press your crotch against her confused face and keep her mouth shut with your growing bulge.

“I’ve had enough of your shit. You will soon regret being such a bitch.”

Fear and anger form in Dayeon’s eyes, but you pay them no mind. Open your zipper to free your cock. It jumps free like a loosened spring and its massive size covers Dayeon’s smooth face. Your other hand swipes across Dayeon’s phone screen and opens the camera app. You then point the camera down at the bratty girl and take your first picture. The flash blinds her for a second.

“What the fuck? Stop!”

Dayeon fights to set herself free, but her struggling hands and flailing legs are not enough to free her from your pelvis and thighs pressing her firmly against the door. You continue to take pictures from all angels to capture Dayeon with your cock over her face. She tries to hide from and interrupt you, so you grab her chestnut hair and roughly yank it.

“Fuck you! Ah, you asshole!” Dayeon screams.

Punish her for opening it by easily gliding your cock into her mouth. It not only cuts off her screams, but also oxygen supply. Immediately, you begin to facefuck her against your door, loud thuds rhythmically echo around your spacey office.

“No, “ you hiss, as rage fuels each of your thrusts into Dayeon’s face, “you’re the asshole, Dayeon. You will pay for your bitchiness. Smile for the camera, whore!”

Flashes rain upon Dayeon’s face as tears and drool spills down in copious amounts. Whines and gags would do perfect for a lewd audio to relieve your stress later. Her orbs are glistening messes, her drool makes the sensation similar to a squirting pussy and you feel yourself climaxing quickly.

“Shit, your mouth is tight.”

You pull at Dayeon’s hair again and her lips press down on your shaft. She is like a vacuum, sucking you roughly in. In a last second effort, you pull out and unload a huge, angry load all over her features. Cum pools or trickles down from her forehead, eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, chin. Not one inch stays uncovered and not one thing stays undocumented. Hundreds of pictures, and you are eager to take even more.

“F-fuck, ah, you ass—” Dayeon’s first words after getting her throat fucked are cut short by you slapping your cock all over her face.

“Shut the fuck up, toy. Your phone is confiscated. I expect you to be at the training tomorrow.”

A harsh yank and you bring her down to the floor, deep breaths and shocked, terrified eyes star upwards toward you. You roll your eyes and walk back to your desk, acting like nothing happened mere seconds ago, as if you didn’t just treat her like a useless fleshlight.

“Get out of my office. Now!”

Day 2: Make a Video!

“Dayeon! Get to the practice room right now!”

Dayeon was at the practice, but her performance was utter nonsense. The moves were offbeat or in the wrong direction and she was lacking the energy and cockiness she usually had on stage. It derailed an otherwise amazing performance by everyone, especially Xiaoting and Chaehyun who were giving it their all.

The dance teacher became frustrated and after all her scolding was shrugged off by Dayeon, she called you.

Now, as the day comes to an end, you ordered Dayeon to stay behind for extra dance lessons. However, when you called her into the large white room with a light brown wooden floor and a mirror wall, the dance teacher had already left.

“What? Where the fuck is she?” Dayeon curses and turns around to you.

“I sent her home,” you nonchalantly say while you lay down an old gymnastic mat and set up a tripod next to it.

“And how am I supposed to practice? Don’t tell me you know the dance inside out,” Dayeon chuckled viciously while imitating what it might look like if you dance. She is giving it her best to piss you off and you are going to use the build up anger for your plan.

“We still practice together,” you say, finally finished with your setup. A camera is filming from the top of the tripod down onto the small mat. Dayeon inspects the odd looking sight and moves next to you. With a jab to the side, she cynically jokes:

“That is not how you film a dance practice. Oppa must be retarded.”

Before she can laugh, you grab her sides and slam her onto the mat. Dayeon yelps, in shock, in pain, you don’t care. She yelps again when you pull down her black sweatpants. Her simple, white panties get pulled to the side while you immediately invade her pussy with two of your fingers. The brunette moans and tries to wiggle herself free, but you spread her legs forcefully nonetheless.

“Come on! Show the camera your pink lips.”

Her most private part is on perfect display for the camera. When Dayeon tries to cover it with her hands, you slap her pussy. The usually feisty girl becomes shy, her face read all over when you spread her labia and rub her clit.

“Covering your face doesn’t help. To everyone who might watch this, this is Kim Dayeon of Kep1er. She has a pretty cunt, doesn’t she?” “Stop! This is unfair!”

“Her pussy is pretty and of course her face as well, but her character is very rotten, so we will need to teach her a lesson.”

“Hey! What are you—no, ah!”

You lift the light girl up a little and spread her cheeks to also present her tight and twitching asshole. Dayeon tenses again. Although she is the brattiest idol you ever had to work with, it is only now that she gets her first dose of effective humiliation as punishment.

“Look! It’s Dayeon’s ass and her cute hole. So small~”

“Oppa, no!”

Finally, you tear off her panties and get beneath her. Dayeon is now in a pearly gates position, your cock right at her rear entrance, while you groan into her ear and force her legs to spread. You notice that her thighs are wet and so you search for the source of the slick. Dayeon’s pussy is dripping wet, almost gushing out her juices.

“Don’t tell me,” you hum to her, “you like this?”

“Wh-what?”

“Being humiliated.”

One push, and your cock slides into her ass. The tight ring tenses up around your girth, but you won’t be denied. No amount of pressure Dayeon’s amazing ass extorts onto you will stop you. Slow drags with loud groans from you show the potential viewer how incredible their idol feels. The best part is, you don’t have to tell Dayeon how they would react—her imagination is already doing this part.

“N-no, I hate it!”

Dayeon hides behind the palms of her hands. What she cannot hide however are her girly moans and screeches that boom from her lips to fill the studio and reach the camera’s microphone. You gradually pick up the pace and intentionally crash your pelvis into her ass with such velocity that her skin creates waves and her mind becomes numb.

She begins to drool from her lips and through your relentless pounding, you nibble her neck as a reward, but also a way to stimulate her more and more. Dayeon’s juices drip down to your pistoning cock and her moans become shorter in intervals and more high-pitched. She is getting close to cumming on camera.

It would be quite a sight to behold, Dayeon’s orgasmic face and body on tape, but you are far from wanting to even give her pleasure in what is meant to be a punishment, a disciplinary measure. A few final thrusts to bring Dayeon to the edge and to make her believe that she will cum, then you pull out. Your hands reach for her bottom and you lift her rear entrance towards the lens.

“Everyone, look! Dayeon is gaping! She has such a big hole, cause she is a whore!”

“Ahh!”

Day 3: In front of your best friend!

“Dayeon, my office! Now!” you shout into the speaker of your phone, while slamming the desk before you, “How could you miss another meeting? Didn’t I make my point clear?”

“Well, idiot oppa,” Dayeon responds harshly, “my butt hurt from what you did to me, so I couldn’t go. Your fault!”

“Get over here right now!”

You end the call and get up from your chair. This time you had to play your anger to hide your excitement for the next stage of your plan for Dayeon. You hastily send a text message to someone who is unlike Dayeon: reliable. If your calculations are correct, they should arrive with perfect timing.

First is Dayeon. She doesn’t knock and just barges into your room with quick angry footsteps. You lean onto your desk, arms crossed, eyebrows raised and nod towards the door.

“If you’re not gonna knock, you can at least close the damn door.”

“Fuck you, oppa,” Dayeon snippily replies and slams the door shut. The second she does so, you move to the side to unveil your desk. Unlike any other day, it’s not covered with laptops, reports, training instructions, lyrics, data and coffee mugs. This time you set up a screen which plays your and Dayeon’s video from a couple of days ago, while pictures of her either getting facefucked or assfucked lay across the wooden surface.

“You sick fuck!”

Dayeon scrambles to grab as many pictures as she can find. Each one she lifts reveals a handful of new ones, obscene positions of her on the gymnastic mat or pressed against your door, your cock stuffing her holes.

You don’t just sit back and watch the play of the panicked girls trying to get rid of the embarrassing evidence, you actually join in and snag a couple of pictures from her or throw them across the room. Like a dog Dayeon jogs towards them, curses at you and searches for a trash can, while you laugh full heartedly.

“Dayeon, look at the screen! That’s my favorite part.”

Her face fully colored in red, Dayeon takes a look and has to relive the final scene of her porn once more: you showing her empty, twitchting hole while she is begging for an orgasm.

“You assh—”

“Oppa, you wanted to—oh my Gosh!”

What must feel like a torrent of peaking emotions, bouncing around in Dayeon’s mind and chest like a bouncy ball in a trampoline park, is something close to an orgasmic catharsis for you. Well, almost. This isn’t the peak after all, this is just Chaehyun, Dayeon’s best friend and bandmate, walking straight into your office and seeing everything.

The defiant brunette scrambles to hide all the nudes of her and jumps towards her friend to cover her shocked face, but it’s all for nothing. Chaehyun’s eyes are already glued to the screen, her feet mindlessly moving her towards it. Dayeon screams at the top of her lungs, flailing her arms around wildly, but Chaehyun just inches closer and closer.

“Don’t look, please! Oh my God, please, d-don’t… g-go away!”

“I-is this you, D-Dayeon?”

“Yes, it is,” you answer and cover Dayeon’s mouth with the palm of your hand. You’ve never seen someone pale of shock and red of embarrassment at the same time, so you bathe in what you have accomplished.

“Look at it closely. Isn’t her butthole cute~? The small blobs of cum oozing out? Her teary eyes while I jiggle her thighs and she likes it?”

Dayeon fights half-heartedly. Her struggle might look real to an outsider, but you feel how her muscles go weak and how she becomes hot and bothered. You don’t doubt that this is the most embarrassing moment of her life, but you also grow increasingly sure that she gets off to it. Quite a lot.

Dayeon’s isn’t the only one to get off to it though. Her bestie looks absolutely dazed by how her sparkling eyes look at the looping porn, the repeated pictures of her friend getting plowed in the ass over and over again. Chaehyun’s tongue begins to slowly slip out of her mouth along with some drool, while her hand travels down to the hem of her skirt. This is getting very far.

“S-stop, Chase, pl-please,” Dayeon begs through a gap in your fingers, but you silence her by stuffing them in her bratty mouth.

“I tend to agree,” you suddenly say, against the urge of your lower head to let this play out, “You two should really leave now.”

“What?” Chaehyun says, snapping out of her porn induced trance when you turn off the TV. You nod and push Dayeon against her. The both of them tumble and because they hold onto each other, the also both fall onto the ground, right in between pictures of Dayeon getting face fucked.

“Oh, and Dayeon: help Chaehyun carry out the trash. All of it.”

The awkward, humiliating search for every last picture is a delight for you. Dayeon and Chaehyun are too embarrassed to say a word. They just crawl on the ground and stuff everything they can find into a bin until it overflows. You play increasing annoyance by rolling your eyes when they look at you or groaning.

“Now get going! Make sure no one sees it!”

“You…!”

Dayeon’s shout is stuck in the back of her throat. Her small hands stuff the bin while Chaehyun holds it. She knows she has to walk like this to make sure that the bin can hold all of her indecent pictures. She also knows what she can do, to make all of this end. However, she stays defiant for today.

“You motherfucker!”

Day 4: In front of your friends!

“You did a great job today. You can leave early.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I can handle them the last half hour.”

“Thank you a lot boss!”

The dance teacher politely bows down, takes her stuff and leaves the practice room. After making sure she really is gone, you lock the door and turn towards the girls behind you. They have been dancing almost flawlessly now. It’s no surprise, their debut is in ten days and this dance had been the main focus on your schedule the last week.

Last week was quite delightful. Everyone was at peak concentration and performance. Everyone was punctual and motivated. Everyone gave it their everything, even the delinquents.

Xiaoting played a couple of harmless pranks which boosted the morale of the group, so you had no need to discipline her. She still went to your house on Sunday and rode you like a champion, while you smacked every inch of her body that is covered by her upcoming stage outfit. The red marks look perfect on her and when she squirts around your cock, you knew she would never be trouble for you again.

Chaehyun has been as professional as Yujin or Mashiro when it came to vocal recording and dance practice. She was super focused in meetings and nothing could distract her. However, her neediness increased tenfold after she saw the video of Dayeon and you. For the first time, she asked to be fucked in the ass and after painful minutes of getting used to it, she was begging to cum from it. Chaehyun wanted your load and you gave her a lot. She also wanted to be face fucked like Dayeon, so you wait after the recording were finished, put a collar on her with the word ‘Whore’ on it and made her cry for an hour straight.

Dayeon however avoided you. No private meetings, no fuck session, nothing and frankly, there was no need for it. She has been reliable. Your plan is still in place if she fucks up and on this evening, you will test her.

“Good job, everyone,” you shout while clapping. The song has just ended and four of the five girls look at you with anticipation. Only Dayeon avoids your gaze, her chest breathing heavily from hours of dancing at full speed and focus.

“Yujin,” you continue, “can you tell me what you noticed? Any big improvements or flaws?”

“Well, oppa,” Yujin starts, fidgeting lightly in her place, knowing that lying is not an option,”Chaehyun and I have finally gotten the part in the bridge right, the very tough one.”

“That is phenomenal! I saw it from behind, an impressive move.”

“A-and Xiaoting and Mashiro have been excellent as always, they make it seem effortless.”

“Very well. Anything more?”

“W-well, “Yujin stutters, looking into the large mirror wall at Dayeon, then at the parquet, then at you, “Dayeon messed up the part before the hook and the bridge twice each.”

You ponder for a second, your gaze shifting towards the brunette girl. Dayeon looks straight at you, fake innocence, but real fear in her orbs. Or is it something different that makes her look scintillating like this. She can be a very cute girl, but you have seen the real her over and over again. It’s not cute and not innocent for sure.

“Okay then. Let’s have another round. Give it your best, everyone, especially at the hard parts. Don’t let yourself be distracted by me. Focus, okay?”

They all nod. You hit a button on a remote and the song restarts. Its fast rhythm is underlined by a quick discography right from the get go. It catches everyone’s attention and so it is important that the girls execute it flawlessly and with their usually impeccable charisma and stage presence. You of course excuse that they are somewhat tired and sweaty this evening, but you’re still ready to be a strict teacher if any mistakes happen.

The center switch from Yujin to Xiaoting is magnificent. Then a short pause hands the spotlight to Yujin and Mashiro dancing on the left and then Chaehyun and Dayeon on the right. Great execution, but then it happens. As everyone moves to their new position before the pre-chorus, Dayeon trips. Her body hits the floor and you immediately stop the music.

“Everyone, get back into position. Don’t let yourself get distracted,” you say brusquely, while stepping behind Dayeon. You yank her upwards at her arm and wrap your arm around her waist to shackle her to yourself. Via remote, you start the song once more, but the four other girls are not moving. Their shocked expressions lay on you and Dayeon.

“The song has already started! Focus, girls, focus!”

They get into rhythm hesitantly as Dayeon fights to free herself for a second. You make her freeze in shock by tearing down her shorts and simultaneously creeping your way up her torso. Your bulge rubs on her ass, covered at first, then released. She begins to realize what’s about to happen. Through the mirror you make eye contact.

No, you can’t be serious, don’t do this to me! she seems to scream with just her eyes.

You feel up her pussy to find that it’s moist and she is not stopping to get wetter. Her friends can see it. Those that are not focused enough on the choreography have already caught on and dance half-heartedly. No stage presence can cover up their shock, especially when you grab Dayeon’s hips and smash her onto your cock.

“Fuck!” Dayeon’s scream makes the lyrics become background noise. Everything except for her is uninteresting and you know that she’d want nothing more than to disappear into a deep hole. You on the other hand want to just fuck her hole, to make her red cheeks burst from the humiliation of being exposed, nude and punished for all her brattiness. To know that she can’t stand being used as a fleshlight and that each of her bandmates can see her thighs jiggle and pussy glistening is your ecstasy.

“Ah, Oppa, no!” Dayeon moans out, her body twitching and eyes tearing up.

“O-Oppa,” Yujin stutters, “Wh-what are you do-doing?”

You look at the leader who broke the trance of disbelief first and spoke up. The furious thrusts into Dayeon’s tightness stop and you put her in a chokehold.

“I have to discipline Dayeon for messing up so much. Don’t let yourself be distracted, you’re doing great. Restart!”

The music does restart and so does your fucking. With Dayeon’s screams thoroughly choked out, she should not be able to interrupt the music. She will remain a distraction however, which is exactly why her body is in so much heat. You tear off her T-Shirt and the bra beneath, leaving the black in tatters. Dayeon might be more thrilled by this than you.

You begin to nibble on her neck and use the mirror to watch how the four others can’t help but stare at Dayeon’s breasts bouncing along to your rhythm. Unintentionally, you have adjusted your speed to the rhythm of the title track and thus have fucked her faster than anytime before. She needs some air to keep up with it.

“No!” Dayeon screams the second you stop choking her neck, “Don’t watch! My boobs, don’t!”

Fully seated in her, like Excalibur in its rock, you stop to grope her tits and whisper into her ear.

“Oh, you don’t want them to look at your? I can change that.”

Give her small tits a smack, then reach down to her legs. In one swooping motion, Dayeon is in a full nelson. Her pussy is now presented, like a turkey on a plate on Thanksgiving Day. You position yourself for more leverage, reach for her head and fuck to your hearts content. Dayeon cries and moans, the lewd sounds of her smooth, moist pussy not covered by the song's bridge.

You catch Chaehyun looking jealous and highly aroused. She is not even trying to have a facade of embarrassed shock like Xiaoting. You are certain the Chinese girl would love to be spanked by you in front of at least one of her friends, probably Yujin. Speaking of Yuji: she trips up everytime you change your speed. When you switched to full nelson, she even forgot her choreo for a second. Mashiro looks disturbed, sad, maybe even fearful. She is extra accurate, but her flush is ridding her of any stage presence.

Everyone is getting into position to do the finishing pose as the song fades out. Everyone except Dayeon, who is still being bounced up and down your cock. Although she doesn’t squirt like a fire hose, her juices still spot the parquet in her delicious flavor. She is dozing off to a peak in ecstasy, when you suddenly pull out and drop her. On wobbly feed you guide her to her spot. She instinctively does the ending pose.

“Great job, guys! That wraps it up for today.”

You close your zipper and clap as five blood-filled faces stare at you, then Dayeon. The still completely naked idol scrambles to cover herself with hands, then her clothes. You teasingly grab her shorts and hold them high up, out of reach for her, but before it can develop into a playful activity, Yujin speaks up:

“O-Oppa! Y-you can’t just do that!”

“What? I needed to discipline her. You were also bothered by how distracting and lazy she was.”

“B-but not like this!”

Yujin covers her face and turns away. You drop the shorts and Dayeon reaches for them. Before she can put them on, you spread her legs to show everyone the pink of her pussy.

“Yujin, I know you probably think that Dayeon didn’t want this, but I found something out. She actually really enjoys this. Why else would she be this slick?”

You shove a finger inside Dayeon and wiggle it. The brunette can’t hold onto the clothes in her hands and begins to moan cutely.

“I bet you hated it when I stopped and didn’t fuck you to orgasm, right?”

Dayeon shakes her head.

“You are lying~ I bet you wished they would all stop hiding behind their hands—”

Dayeon shakes her head, slowly.

“—and watch as you squirt in front of them. You want them to watch! You like being fucked in front of people. You are an exhibitionist.”

Dayeon shakes in orgasm.

“Yes! Look at me! Look at my pussy!”

Waves of clear liquid follow her first tsunami that splashes all over your hand and right before her friends. Xiaoting and especially Chaehyun are just standing and drooling, Yujin is a bit more apprehensive, while Mashiro tries to walk away. Through the mirror wall however, she still peeks at Dayeon trembling on your inserted fingers and squirting out every last drop.

“A-are we finally done?”

Dayeon’s question is barely audible in the night sky of Seoul. The front of the dance studio is only illuminated by the city's light pollution. White and orange light reflects off from the wall and onto Dayeon, who crouches next to you on the still warm concrete. She is the last one to leave.

“Depends.”

After you sorted things out with Yujin, she and Mashiro went out first. The two didn’t like your method but couldn’t deny the results. Dayeon has never been more honest and lately, she was almost as obedient as a perfectly trained puppy.

Xiaoting left as well, leaving a note that said You sicko, what the hell have you done? I want to punch you for showing this Mashiro… but also: spank my ass in front of Chaehyun or Dayeon one day, pretty please? Make it redder than my face today!

You had to force Chaehyun to leave. She was cock hungry to no end, but wanted to keep it more private. You only got her to leave after promising to make a wish come true. Before walking out the door, she kissed your cheek and whispered: Fuck my face into door, like you did to Dayeon. Then, do the things from the video with me. A whole night~

“Depends on what?”

Now, it’s only you and Dayeon. You sit down next to her, not wanting to ask to her dumb question, but unlike in the past, she didn’t sound sarcastic. Maybe she genuinely had no clue what you meant.

“Well, it depends if you finally behave.”

“I-I will! I promise to come to every meeting, learn extra hard, a-and rap—”

“Dayeon,” you say and put a finger on her quickly moving lips, “I want you to make this comeback the best thing out there. Use your skill and stage presence to blow everyone away and rock this era, okay? You’ve been getting in your own way and I can’t allow that.”

She blushes and looks away. A car passes by. Its light reflects in her brown orbs. Dayeon can be such a pretty and adorable girl, especially in a moment like this. A moment no one gets to just experience. A moment that makes you shake your head. Rule No. 1, never fall in love, even if they are perfect. Perfect idol, perfect face, perfect kinks. You can’t stumble like this.

“Don’t say this like you’re some white knight who did all these crazy things just to teach me this stupid lesson,” Dayeon giggles and pokes your cheek. You didn’t notice how close you got to her, but this was a good reminder to maybe get some distance between the two of you. Especially in public.

“You’re right. Making these videos and fucking you in front of others isn’t really knight like behaviour, but if I made you rethink your careless attitude and got you back on track, does it really matter? The means, I mean.”

Dayeon smirks and gets into a more comfortable position. Sitting on the ground, on knee up, her chin on it, the other leg stretched out.

“You’re an idiot. What if I didn’t learn? What if I just miss the next meeting and fuck up the choreo in the last dance practice? What will you do then, Mr. White Knight?”

“I’d realize that you don’t care about your career. I’d order you into my office, remove your clothes violently and then put a choker with the word ‘Whore’ on it around your neck. On a leash, I’d guide you through the office. Everyone would see your bare body, every hole, along with your face. Randomly, I’d finger fuck you till you squirt and spank you for it.”

You get closer to her. Her breath is tickling you as she listens attentively, every sense of her body taking you in. You continue in a deeper tone.

“Imagine as they take pictures of you, videos of your ass, of the marks on your tits, of your blissful face with the choker beneath. This would not be enough. We have to go the extra mile. You know the reporters outside. When they have all gathered, I’d guide you outside and present you like a newly acquired object, before testing you. Live. The hardest thrusts that will make you squirm, scream and cum while the cameras flash and clatter. Your voice will be in the media, the greatest scandal in K-Pop history is Kim Dayeon as she screams for more cock as everyone watches.”

You stop. Her lips are close. Her thighs are close. Her smell is close. She is a heater in overdrive, her eyes barely open and her heartbeat louder than the next car passing by. She doesn’t say a word. Instead she moans. Arousal instead of fear, imagination of glorious pleasure instead of a nightmare. The greatest humiliation is in truth the greatest victory.

“I bet your idol career and public status is more important than that.”

She touches your chest. You can’t get out now. You’re stuck with her, the magnet that attracts you stronger than anyone ever has. She can’t possibly follow you on this one.

“Maybe?”

She kisses you.

“Really?”

You reach for the hem of her jeans.

“Maybe.”

(A/N: I lost the OG pic I wanted to use, but found this while searching. A very hot one, damn Dayeon)

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Cheat - Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary: Y/N is shocked to catch Eddie cheating at DnD...

warnings: swearing/cursing, slightly suggestive themes, let me know if there's anything else!

a/n: Let's just ignore vol.2 shall we 🙃 All things mentioned DnD wise are from 5th edition as it's what I use, so apologies for any historical inaccuracies there. Feedback always appreciated!

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“And with a swipe of its claws, the dragon sends the mighty Sir Ode crashing to the floor, unconscious. The dragon turns, its frosty eyes drawn to its last remaining adversary… The incomparable sorceress, Udora Ulwick. Now, Udora, the fate of the party lies in your hands. What's your move?”

All eyes at the table turn to Y/N with rapt interest. The session had been running for several hours now, and after stumbling across what transpired to be an ancient white dragon, the party’s characters had been drawn into a gruelling, savage battle that had already cost several lives.

“I-oh god, what do I do?” Y/N said anxiously, looking to the rest of the party for help. Eddie leaned back in his seat, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he watched the panic unfold in front of him.

The room erupted into shouts from every direction, each person throwing their own opinion and advice into the mix as Y/N struggled to keep up with them all.

“Go for the attack, Y/N!”

“Yeah, it’s low on hit points!”

“No, you’ve got to heal someone, you need backup!”

“No she doesn’t, she’s got a 7th level spell slot left you moron!”

"Revive me, you need the protection of a cleric!"

“Quiet!” Eddie’s voice rose above the cacophony of noise, hands held up to silence everyone else as he fixed Y/N with an encouraging look, “It’s the lady’s choice. Let her make it.”

Y/N took a deep breath, studying the spellcasting section of the character sheet before her nervously.

Although it was already in its sixth session the campaign was still Y/N's first, so she wasn’t quite as confident in her actions as the rest of the party who had been playing Dungeons & Dragons for years.

She’d initially only agreed to join Hellfire as a one-off favour for Lucas, but after discovering that it was actually a hell of a lot of fun, perhaps in part due to the charismatic Dungeon Master whose smile made her heart race, she had asked to join as an official member.

Y/N knew she hadn’t exactly been the strongest player so far. In spite of that she always enjoyed herself and gave it her all during sessions, although she sometimes made silly decisions purely down to her inexperience.

That hadn’t mattered too much so far though, save for the disastrous encounter with the mimick the previous week, but now, with everyone else's characters incapacitated or unconscious, the fate of the entire campaign rested on her shoulders.

Y/N cast her eyes up to Eddie who, despite still sitting back with his arms folded cockily, gave her a reassuring nod, eyes boring into hers.

Her heart hammered under his intense watch and she stood from her chair with a steely determination, gaze unwavering as she pointed a finger at him for added effect.

“I cast… Finger of Death!”

The party burst out into divided cries, half delighted and half horrified at Y/N's decision. Dustin gave her a double thumbs up, but their cleric, Garrett, smacked a hand to his forehead in exasperation.

Y/N looked back to Eddie who grinned madly, sitting forward in his seat eagerly.

“Finger of Death, eh Y/N? Well we’ll have to see if that hits, won’t we?”

“Make the saving throw, Munson.” She replied shrewdly, leaning across the table to stare him down.

Eddie chuckled at her, clearly entertained by Y/N’s newfound confidence, before standing and grabbing the d20, tossing it casually onto the table in front of him. The party stood with bated breath, waiting for the die to come to a halt behind the Dungeon Master’s screen.

The room went silent as the telltale clattering of the die came to an end after what felt like an age. Eddie’s gaze left the table to cast a brief glance at Y/N. Her eyes were wide, anxious and hopeful as one hand gripped Lucas’ arm tightly.

He hesitated before breaking out into a bellowing cry, hand clutching his heart as he stumbled back into his chair dramatically, playing the part of the slain dragon.

“That’s a hit, Y/N!”

The room instantly erupted in cheers, the younger teens running to hug Y/N as she jumped up and down in elation, finally feeling as though she had proved her worth and was deserving of her place at the table.

“Oh my god, I did it!” She said breathlessly, mouth hanging open in shock as though she couldn’t quite bring herself to believe it. She caught Eddie’s gaze over Lucas’ shoulder and he bowed his head to her, a dazzling smile on his face as he did so.

“Great job, Y/N.”

Once the celebrations died down the party began to pack their belongings away, Y/N unable to keep from beaming as she tucked her character sheet neatly away in her bag. Dustin wandered past her towards Eddie, awarding him praise for the latest game.

"That was an awesome session, dude. I loved the- hey, you rolled an 18." Dustin’s innocent statement seemed to ring out above the rest of the commotion and Y/N froze over her bag, listening carefully to his next words.

"Shut up, Henderson." Eddie warned in a low voice, shifting nervously as Mike joined him and Dustin at the head of the table, trying to get a glimpse of the die in question.

"But you only needed a 15 to win the saving throw. You beat Y/N's spell with an 18."

"What?" The girl in question’s head whipped up to the pair, looking at Eddie questioningly, "Is that true?" She moved to snatch the DM screen away to reveal the die but he was too quick, grabbing the offending object before she could see the true result of his roll.

"Eddie!" She said, affronted. If anything his defensive reaction had proved Dustin's words to be true.

Y/N stood gawking at him, disbelieving. Why would he lie about a roll, especially when it was to his own detriment?

Eddie was nothing if not a fastidious Dungeon Master, he followed the rules to a fault and certainly never gave them any advantage during the game. In fact, he was incredibly strict and had never hesitated to kill off an entire party mid campaign before.

"What’s going on?" She demanded, hands coming to rest on the table as she stared down at him angrily, "Did you lie to let me win?"

Eddie grew flustered as his eyes shifted to the other Hellfire members, attempting to completely avoid Y/N.

"No, of course not!" He protested, trying to laugh it off, but it was without any of his usual confidence and only furthered Y/N's suspicions. Eddie didn’t get flustered, ever. He was lying.

"Dustin, tell me the truth. What did he roll?" Y/N rounded the table towards the teen, coming to stand before him with her hands on her hips in what she hoped was her most menacing pose.

"Uh- come on, Y/N. Does it really matter? We won, didn’t we?" Dustin looked between the pair, unwilling to rat out Eddie who he completely idolised, but also not having the guts to barefaced lie to Y/N who was visibly upset. He had never seen her get angry at someone before, but she was downright furious with Eddie.

"Of course it matters! I don’t want to win just because Mr. high and mighty Dungeon Master over here thinks I’m some stupid little girl that he needs to go easy on! Got to dumb things down for me, right Eddie?"

Y/N had always felt as though Eddie had treated her differently to the rest of the party.

He'd never gone so far as cheating to help her before, at least not that she knew of, but he often held back on the usual sarcastic and judgemental remarks that the rest of the party received.

It wasn't that he'd never teased her, but there was a marked difference between how he treated her and the boys. His quips didn’t hold the same bite when he spoke to her, they always seemed a little restrained whereas he had no problem tearing into the boys when they made a mistake.

Y/N had never really thought much into it before, chalking it up to the fact that that he was just more familiar with the others, but with the proof in front of her that the otherwise stickler for the rules, Eddie Munson, had faked a roll in her favour made her mind whirl trying to figure out why.

Did he think she was stupid? That the game was too complicated for her to properly understand? Was he fed up with the lousy moves she kept making? She’d admittedly made some bad plays in the past, maybe he felt like he had to make up for it so that the rest of the team wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of her foolish actions.

Y/N felt a hot flash of embarrassment run through her, feeling humiliated. She’d just celebrated with everyone, feeling on top of the world with the knowledge that she’d finally been an asset to the party, but it was just a lie.

She was still as useless as ever and had just cost them the entire campaign. Jeff and Garret avoided catching her eye completely, and the others just watched her with pity.

Y/N bristled, snatching up her bag and flinging it over her shoulder as she marched towards the door, stopping only to fix Eddie with an icy glare.

“I quit.”

The party watched her retreating back as she stormed from the room, the door slamming behind her leaving utter silence in its wake.

All eyes turned slowly to Eddie who sat frozen in his seat, for once in his life lost for words. He felt guilty for lying to the team about the roll, but mostly he was taken aback at Y/N’s reaction.

He hadn’t intended to upset her, it was just that ever since she joined Hellfire she’d had rubbish luck with her rolls, so he’d wanted to give her a first win. Especially after he had witnessed how anxious and invested in the game she was, he just couldn’t help himself.

Not that he’d ever admit it to the guys, but he was totally hooked on Y/N. During their DnD sessions he found himself increasingly obsessed with finding things to do or say that would get her to smile or laugh at him, his stomach doing somersaults any time that she’d give him her undivided attention.

It was completely pathetic, really. He, Eddie Munson, hardcore metalhead and leader of the Hellfire club, feeling what he could only describe as giddy over a girl. And cheating at DnD! It was unheard of. He seriously needed to pull himself together.

“Now you’ve really gone and blown it.” Dustin exhaled loudly, shaking his head at his friend.

“Yes, thank you Henderson for that keen observation.” Eddie rubbed his palms into his eyes, frustrated as he tried to figure out where things had gone quite so wrong, “Sorry, gentlemen, for casting doubt on the integrity of the campaign. You can rest assured it won’t happen again.”

“Don’t worry about it, dude. I’d let her win too if I was trying to bang her.” Jeff piped up from behind him and Eddie instantly jumped to his feet, poking a finger in Jeff's chest angrily.

“Hey! Don’t talk about Y/N like that, man. It’s not like that.”

Jeff held his hands up in surrender, mumbling an apology as he backed away from him.

“You think you should go talk to her or something?” Lucas said hesitantly, not wanting to elicit another outburst from their DM. His words seemed to bring Eddie back to reality.

“Shit. Right.” He nodded, cramming the rest of the Hellfire equipment into his bag haphazardly before taking off after Y/N.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Eddie reached her just as she was exiting the school, the dim street lights the only thing illuminating her form on the otherwise dark evening.

"Home." She replied tersely, avoiding looking at him as she continued her path out of the school grounds.

"Well you're going the wrong way, the van's back there." He said with a nervous laugh, throwing a thumb over his shoulder to gesture at his van that sat across the parking lot.

It was customary for Eddie to give Y/N a ride home after Hellfire. After getting caught on her bike in a torrential downpour following her first session, he'd insisted that she couldn't take the risk again, even if there was a noticeable absence of clouds in the sky.

"No I'm not. I'm walking."

"You can't walk home, Y/N. Not at this time!" He shouted after her, a vain attempt to get her to stop.

“Yes I can, I don’t need you to do everything for me.” She huffed out pointedly, picking up her pace to break into a light jog as she ignored Eddie’s calls from behind her, heading towards the street.

Y/N hadn’t made it far down the main road before she heard the rattling of a familiar vehicle pull up beside her, Eddie's van visible just out of the corner of her eye. Still refusing to acknowledge his presence, she continued walking with her head held high, eyes set straight ahead of her.

Eddie ran his van alongside Y/N as she walked swiftly down the road, half leaning out of the window to plead with her.

“Come on, Y/N. I can’t let you walk home alone.” He begged, trying to lighten the tone with his next words, “You never know what kind of monsters might be lurking out there in the woods.”

When in doubt Eddie always turned to cracking jokes, finding that his offbeat sense of humour usually did the trick in de-escalating situations. To his dismay it didn't seem to be working with Y/N.

“And I wouldn’t stand a chance against them, would I?” Her eyes flashed dangerously as she finally stopped walking and turned to acknowledge him, “Silly old Y/N doesn’t even know how to play a stupid boardgame, let alone walk herself home. Right?”

Eddie sighed, hanging his head remorsefully.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He said earnestly, “Will you just get in the van? Please.”

Y/N eyed the road ahead of her, envisioning the long walk that she knew was in store.

Unfortunately for her, and unbeknownst to Eddie, she did know the kind of monsters that lurked in the woods of Hawkins. She knew them all too well.

A shiver ran up her spine at the thought and she let out a bitter sigh, rounding the front of the van and throwing open the passenger side door with unneceasary force.

“Fine. But this doesn’t change anything."

The drive to Y/N’s house was awkward, to say the least.

Eddie knew that he needed to apologise and he desperately wanted to, but wasn’t entirely sure how to put it into words.

Hey Y/N, did you know I only let you win because I fancy the pants off you? Yeah, and that little pout you do when you lose, it makes me want to jump across the table and kiss you so hard you see stars?

No, that would never work.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Y/N's voice interrupted his inner turmoil and he cast a quick glance over at her, watching as she hung her head, fingers playing with the hem of her skirt. Despite the situation he found it hard to concentrate on the road ahead, his gaze drifting to her fingers and the bare skin of her thighs that lay beneath them.

"What?" Eddie seemed genuinely surprised at Y/N’s words, all the improper thoughts of the soft, inviting skin of her legs leaving his mind rapidly.

"Is that why you let me win? Because I’m rubbish at DnD and you feel sorry for me? I might not be the best, but it's my first campaign and I'm trying. I know I've made some really stupid moves but-"

"I don't think you're stupid." He cut across her, disheartened that he’d made her feel that way. His voice was softer than usual as he continued, "Actually, I think you're kind of awesome."

It was true. There was a reason why Eddie had been so eager to accept Y/N into Hellfire as a permanent member.

He’d be the first to admit that he’d initially questioned why the preppy looking girl had agreed to sub in for Lucas. With her soft pink skirt and fluffy white cardigan she was in complete contrast to him and the rest of the party, visibly out of place at the table.

But he of all people should've known not to judge a book by its cover. Y/N was immediately invested in the campaign, coming prepared with a detailed character sheet and hanging onto his every word as he described the scenes before them, taking notes of all the little hints and clues that he'd purposefully let slip in a notebook reserved especially for the occasion.

Where he would usually grill new members, Eddie suddenly found himself unable to, taken aback by her innocent, enthusiastic smile and the way her eyes lit up as she surveyed the table, complimenting the detail of the maps and miniatures that he’d spent far too long setting up.

He didn't know how Sinclair knew the high school senior or had managed to get her to join them, but he made a mental note to thank the kid for turning to the so-called dark side and requiring a sub to fill his place.

Y/N was radiant, so full of energy and kind-hearted that it was hard not to get drawn in by her. What made it worse is that she was so damn pretty too. Despite knowing that she was way out of his league, and that he was everything she should stay away from, Eddie found himself addicted to her.

Addicted to her infectious laugh, glowing smile, and sparkling eyes. And he was especially addicted to the way that she watched him during their DnD sessions, attention solely on him, captivated by every word that he said.

It was even better when he had her all to himself after the sessions, even if it was just for just the small amount of time that it took to drive her home. To begin with they mostly spoke about the campaign, but as time drew on he found the conversations progressing past DnD to anything and everything; their interests, hobbies, hopes and dreams, and their futures.

Y/N had even shown interest in the music he liked, although he was certain that it wasn't really her thing at all. She'd tap her foot along to whatever cassette he happened to have on that day, and he took notice of the tracks she seemed to prefer. Usually it was the less thrashy ones, songs like Fairies Wear Boots and Rainbow in the Dark, and she definitely wasn’t keen on any Anthrax tunes, but regardless she always asked questions about his music and seemed genuinely interested in the answers he gave.

Kind of awesome didn't do her justice at all, but then what words could?

"R-really?” Y/N's voice faltered at his words, giddy at the compliment but wondering where on earth it had come from and just what he meant by it. Eddie nodded with a nervous smile, but his confession just served to confuse her further, “Then why did you lie about the roll?"

“It was getting late.” He shrugged, hoping that she couldn’t see through his lies, “I knew Harrington would be there to pick the kids up so I had to wrap things up anyway.”

“Bullshit.”

Eddie was taken aback by Y/N’s ferocity, although completely unsurprised that she had read him like an open book.

“That’s never stopped you before.” She pressed on, “You’re lying to me. And made me feel like shit! The way Jeff and Garret looked at me, they think I’m a total moron!”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like shit, Y/N. And the guys don't think you're a moron.”

"Yes they do. I've seen the way they look at me, like I don't belong in Hellfire. I bet you're all fed up with how I keep screwing up your amazing campaign."

"You're not screwing up anything. They're experienced players, it's all good fun when things go a bit wrong and you have to think on your feet." Eddie responded honestly, taking note to have a word with Jeff and Garret before their next session.

“Then why did you do it? Just tell me the truth!” Y/N cried, at a loss to why Eddie seemed to be avoiding answering her question truthfully.

"Because I'm crazy about you Y/N! Jesus christ!” A frustrated yell burst from his chest as he slammed on the brakes, bringing the van to a sudden halt at the side of the road.

A long silence followed and Eddie brought a hand up to run over his face, “Sorry, I just like you, alright? Really like you, so I wanted you to win. I saw how upset you were after you messed up last week and I thought it’d make you happy if you won this time."

"Oh." Y/N replied in a small voice, words failing her as her heart hammered out her chest at Eddie's confession.

"Yeah. And for the record I don’t think you’re stupid at all, although I won’t defend your decision to enter hand to hand combat with that mimic last week. You’re a magic user for christ's sake." Eddie found himself unable to stop from filling the silence, rambling to prolong the inevitable moment when Y/N would reject him.

She laughed, hands coming up to cover her face in embarrassment, “Oh god, I knew it was a shitty move as soon as I made it, I just panicked! I get so into the game I can never think clearly!”

“That’s good, it means you’re really in the moment. And having someone that’s so invested makes me feel like I’m doing a great job as DM, y'know?”

“You are a great DM. Except for when you cheat, that is."

"Hey, you can't blame me for wanting to cheer up the fair maiden, can you?" He grinned cheekily, shooting her a wink that made her stomach flip.

"Eddie.” She started hesitantly, “C-can we go back to when you said that you like me?"

Eddie swallowed, the confident mask he wore slipping away once more. He hadn't intended to practically shout a confession of his affections at her the way he had, but now that the proverbial cat was out of the bag there was no taking it back.

He felt vulnerable, uncharacteristically nervous as he fixed his eyes on the road ahead of him, preparing for her to turn him down gently. After all, they were complete opposites. What would someone like Y/N see in him?

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He apologised, preempting the impending rejection, "We can just forget I ever-"

"You didn't!" Y/N's hand shot out to grab his forearm which was still resting on the steering wheel, despite the van remaining stationary. Eddie's eyes darted down to it before meeting hers again as she quickly snatched her arm back, suddenly shy, "You didn't make me uncomfortable, I mean."

“I didn’t?”

“No. And I don't want to just forget about what you said.”

"You don't?" He felt like a parrot, repeating her words dumbly, unable to fully believe the scene unfolding before him.

"No.” She affirmed coyly, ducking her head to hide her bashful smile, “I mean, why do you think I agreed to join Hellfire in the first place?”

“I thought it might’ve been the bitchin’ t-shirts." He smirked, confidence amplifying as Y/N laughed at him, shaking her head.

"Oh, it was definitely the t-shirts. Nothing to do with the cute DM.” She agreed, giving him a wink of her own and revelling in the way he became flustered, choking out a nervous laugh. Eddie could’ve sworn that his heart stopped at that moment. Like, actually stopped dead.

“Speaking of t-shirts, you still haven't had one printed for me yet."

And there was that pout, the one he'd tried to avoid so hard by letting her win the game.

Truthfully he hadn't considered that Y/N would actually want one. It wasn't often that people, especially people like her, wanted to be visibly associated with the Hellfire freaks. Yet again, she was full of surprises.

Eddie found himself answering Y/N before he had time to process his thoughts, distracted by thoughts of her lips and just how exactly he planned on wiping that torturous pout from them.

"You can always wear mine."

There was a beat of silence and he thought for a moment that he'd taken things too far, but then Y/N swept her gaze over him, cocking her head to the side as she watched his reaction to her next words through her lashes.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Eddie knew he was done for when she bit her lip, eyeing his Hellfire tshirt shamelessly.

He exhaled shakily, hesitating under her gaze and giving her a once over just as she had done to him, before deciding to live dangerously.

"You wanna go back to my place to try it on?"

Eddie felt like the devil corrupting her. Maybe everyone was right when they called him a bad influence.

But with the look Y/N was giving him he wasn't so sure if it wasn't the other way around.

She fixed him with a wicked grin and he swallowed, suddenly feeling as though he was on the back foot, like he was about to pay for his prior actions.

"I'll need you to roll a charisma check for that, Munson. And no cheating this time."

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