#his face is the size if my pinky nail

[inconsistent-gecko]

Some traditional art for a change.

Live Love Klavier in slutty little outfits

#ace attorney #klavier gavin #traditional art #valentines #this was way to hard to draw #his face is the size if my pinky nail #No zoom and undo in traditional art #Argghh

[vitamin-zeeth]

just remembered I had the most godly idea in like the middle of the day today while rewatching fhfy and idk if I'll ever do a proper drawing of it so here have shitty notebook doodle Tradgoth Zayn Darkshadow

#idk they keep calling him a goth in the show but from the art he looks like a mallgoth/emo so i was like what if he was just a tradgoth #to give you an idea of size his face is smaller than my pinkie nail this is a very tiny drawing lol #d20 #dimension 20 #d20 fantasy high #fantasy high #fantasy high fanart #fantasy high freshman year #fh #d20 fh #d20 fanart #fhfy #d20 fhfy #zayn darkshadow #d20 zayn darkshadow #fantasy high zayn #zayn d20

[hellsenthero]

Stressed Out

Written by: hellsenthero

Stucky X Reader

Back to back missions have gotten everyone stressed, but no one is quite as stressed as Captain America. What happens when he takes that stress out on his girlfriend?

Warnings/themes: Angst, fluff. (1.2K Words.)

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With back to back missions came sore bodies, tired minds and a mountain of paperwork.

Y/N didn't mind it for the most part. The paperwork gave her a chance to sit down and mentally digest her missions as she sipped her coffee. Bucky didn't mind either, it was the organization of it all that helped him, something he never had with Hydra.

But Steve, Captain America, had more paperwork than Y/N and Bucky combined. He had reports detailing missions that he wasn't even on. With his finished pile about the size of one sixteenth of his to do pile, Steve was fucking stressed, and it was getting to him. His normally mile long thread of patience was shorter than his fucking pinky nail. God help whoever comes into his office next.

God help his partners.

God help you, as you knock on your boyfriend's office door before quietly peering in. "Hey baby, how's it goin'?" You say softly. Steve doesn't give you an answer, doesn't even look up from his paperwork. His lack of response has you stepping further into the office, walking up to the side of his desk. You lay a gentle hand over Steve's shoulder and you can feel how tight his muscles are with stress. "Baby?" Finally, you catch Steve's attention.

"What?" Steve growls. It's shocking enough that you pull your hand away, recoiling away from your boyfriend.

"Excuse me?"

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a heavy sigh. "I'm busy, Y/N, what do you want?"

A scoff escaped you before you could hold it back. "I wanted to check in on you. You skipped lunch and I made dinner for everyone."

Steve waved his hand at you before looking back down at his papers. "I don't need dinner right now, I'm busy working."

"Steve, you need to take a break-"

"Y/N! I'm busy! I have more paperwork than you or Bucky combined!"

"Fuck! Steve! You need to-" your heated words were cut off by Steve slamming his hand down upon his desk. You were surprised it didn't collapse from his strength.

"Fuck off!"

It was now, as his words hung in the air, that Steve's gaze finally met yours and your eyes stayed locked. Those two words felt like a physical blow to your chest, enough that you stepped back, once, twice, before Bucky came into the room unannounced.

"What's going on? What's with the yelling?" Bucky asked as he came to stand by you, his blue eyes flicking between you and Steve.

"Ask Steven," you bit out. Truthfully, you didn't know what to say to Bucky, you didn't know what was going on, not with you and Steve, he had never spoken to you like that before.

"Steve?" Bucky asked as he took a step closer to his desk. He's not stupid, he knows his boyfriend and girlfriend have just been in a blowout, but about what, he hasn't a fucking clue. Steve’s cheeks are tinged red, his knuckles are white with his grip on the table and you look like you've seen a ghost. Your eyes are wide and your stance is ridged, ready to flee at a moment's notice.

Before Steve can answer his boyfriend, you're speaking up again. "I'm going to go," you say to no one in particular before facing Bucky. "Maybe you'll have better luck getting Steven to pull his head out of his ass," you throw a hard look at the blond male before walking towards the office door, still open from when Bucky barged in. "Or perhaps he'll just tell you to fuck off as well." With that, you shut the door to the office behind you.

Bucky turns to Steve, whose head is now hung, his shoulders deflated. "What the fuck is she talking about, Steve?"

Steve shook his head, already feeling the self hate bubble up inside himself from how he'd treated his girlfriend. “I fucked up-”

“Clearly.” Bucky bites out.

“I took my stress out on Y/N, yelled at her.”

“Fuck, Steve,”

“I know!” Steve's voice raises again and Bucky shoots him a look that says, really, you wanna take that tone? Steve huffs, blowing out a long breath before he repeats his earlier words, this time in a softer tone. “I know,” Steve says, “I fucked up.”

“Then go find our girl and apologize.”

Steve nods once, twice, before standing from his seat and walking around his desk. He stops in front of his boyfriend for a moment, putting a gentle hand on his wrist. “I'm sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head for a moment before he leans forward and presses a kiss to Steve's forehead. “I know, but I'm not the one you need to be apologizing to.”

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You were curled up in your bed, hiding beneath a mountain of blankets when Steve finds you. You're in your old bed, what was now only used as a spare room. Just that told Steve that he'd fucked up.

“Baby?” Steve's voice is hesitant, in turn, he receives no answer from you. “I’m sorry,” Steve goes on. He pauses again, waiting for a response from you, for a huff or some yelling, but all he receives back is silence. “Thank you for making dinner,” Steve tries again. “I didn’t mean to be such a jackass, especially when you were just looking out for me.”

Finally, you turn around and Steve is met with your sullen expression. Your cheeks feel hot and you don’t know if it’s from your fight or from being curled up in your bed. “You’re right Steven, I was just trying to look out for you before you reached a burn out and you fucking exploded at me.”

Steve's silent for a moment, thinking over your words before answering you. “I think,” He pauses for a moment before carrying on. “I think I’m already burnt out, baby. I never should have reacted to you like that, and if I was in my right mind, I wouldn’t have.”

Shame fills Steve like hot acid, coiling in the pit of his stomach. “I'm so sorry. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you, Y/N. Being burnt out isn't an excuse for my lack of stress management. I'll try to manage my work and stress better from now on, baby.”

Pushing the covers back you sit up in bed. “Yeah, I think you are.” You pause, adjusting your position in bed before continuing. “You hurt me, yelling at me to fuck off.”

It's then that Bucky enters the bedroom with a gentle knock. “Are we all made up?” He asks.

Steve looks to you for the answer. “Yeah,” you smile softly, “we’re all made up. Stevie is just burnt out.” Before Steve can sag in relief at hearing his nickname slip from your lips, you point your finger at him. “But pull that shit again and you can go sleep outside for a fucking week.”

Quickly, Steve nods his head up and down, up and down, and up and down. “Can I hold you?”

“Yes,”

“Thank fuck,” Bucky interrupts. The both of you look at him with raised brows. Bucky shrugs his shoulders at the looks the two of you give him. “Just glad Stevie has his head out of his ass finally.”

A small chuckle escapes you as you shoot your boyfriend's a wink. “Yeah, but he still has some making up to do.”

#bucky x reader #stucky x reader fic #stucky x female reader #stucky x reader #steve x reader x bucky #bucky x reader x steve #stucky x reader angst #stucky x reader argument #marvel fanfiction #stucky x avenger!reader #stucky x fem!reader #stucky x y/n #stucky x you #bucky barnes #steven rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

[bluesylveon2]

Can't Help Falling in Love with You

Summary: When Yuu expresses concerns about the future, Malleus shows her just how much he loves her.

Note: royal au (sequel to "A Chance Meeting") fluff, some angst, and oc children mentioned. I'm aware my timeline of these fics are all over the place. It will make sense later on

Warning: not beta read, fem Yuu/reader, making out, and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 948

Masterlist: here, Series Masterlist: here

"Malleus, can we talk privately tonight?"

Those words have been stuck in Malleus' mind all day. 

Why?

They sounded off. 

Malleus knew something was off about his wife's request. She had been acting differently lately, not the one he knew since she became queen. Of course, he cannot forget how she had changed more to accommodate their growing family. 

It was the youngest child's 3rd birthday when Malleus noticed it. As he and his extended family sang to the boy, Malleus caught his wife's face turning sad for one moment and happy the next. 

He did not want to pry about it since it was their child's big day. As Malleus headed to the master bedroom, it was time to address it.

Malleus opened the door to find his wife sitting on the bed, staring at the family portrait hanging across the room. Malleus remembered when that was done. It seemed impossible for him and his wife to wrangle four kids to sit still. Luckily, his retainers were nearby to help out until their own children joined in on the fun. Malleus smiled at the memory. It was one of the best things to happen in his life. 

"Child of Man, you wanted to speak to me?" Malleus asked as he kneeled down on the floor beside his wife. She smiled as he took one of her hands and kissed it.

"Yes, I want to talk to you about something."

"I'm listening."

Yuu opened her mouth but hesitated to say something. Malleus, noticing her distress, rubbed her hand in comfort. 

"Malleus, I want you to promise me something." She stopped again, feeling tears forming in her eyes. It was as if Malleus read her mind, and he immediately joined her in bed and wrapped his arms around her. Yuu hugged him back and rested her head over his heart. 

"Yuu, you do not have to force yourself to tell me. I can wait until you're ready." Malleus ran his fingers through Yuu's hair. 

"I think I can do it now." Yuu took a deep breath and pulled her head away to look at Malleus' green eyes. "I want you to promise me that, when I die, you will find a new queen to marry and help raise the children."

The room was so silent that Yuu was surprised a thunderstorm didn't happen yet. 

"No."

"Malleus-"

Malleus picked up Yuu's left hand and held it up for the both of them to see. The big black diamond (about the size of a pinky nail) and peridots around it sparkled in the moonlight. Malleus felt proud of his ring choice. He thought the gemstone colors with the black band suited his queen as she deserved the best. 

"I put this ring on your finger because I chose you. I wanted you by my side, and I do not see anyone else sitting there."

Yuu still held her stance. "But what about the future? Malleus, I think having someone there would be the best for the kids. They need a mother figure. What if I die when the kids are still young?"

"They have plenty of aunts to see as a maternal figure. My grandmother did not have that luxury, yet she ruled by herself just fine until I was ready. I would do the same for them, too, especially our daughter. She is receiving the best teaching from Lilia." Malleus let go of Yuu's hand and pecked her lips. "But she and our children still need their mother, not someone to replace you." 

Malleus leaned his forehead against Yuu's. "You might see yourself as part of my life, but you are my entire life. Focus on what is happening now instead of later. I will always love you even past death." Malleus kissed Yuu's ring finger. "You are my wife." He kissed her cheek. "My best friend." He ended it with a kiss on her lips. He made sure to pour off of his love into it. "And the best thing that has happened to me. Do not doubt my devotion to you."

Yuu smiled and pulled Malleus back to her. Her lips met his in a passionate dance she knew all too well. Malleus' hands wandered around her body and caressed any exposed skin he could touch, sending shivers down her spine. Yuu pushed Malleus down to lie on the bed. She pulled away, breathing heavily, and stared into Malleus' eyes. She always loved how he looked at her like she was a star in the sky. 

"Have I ever told you I always find a way to fall in love with you every day?" She whispered. 

Malleus smiled and pulled Yuu closer to him. "Yes, you have, my love. You always tell me that."

Yuu smiled before placing one more kiss on Malleus' lips and relaxing. She let her head rest on the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around his body. 

"Goodnight, Tsunotarou."

"Goodnight, Child of Man."

Later that night, when Yuu's breathing had steadied, Malleus lay awake staring at her beauty. His heart broke seeing her distressed face earlier. He wanted her to be happy until her last breath. Malleus' finger glowed as he quietly whispered a blessing to his wife. "My Queen, I shall bestow the gift of eternal happiness. If you see the next life, may your soul find happiness forever. May you see your descendants rule the nation with your happiness influencing their hearts."

He pressed his finger against Yuu's heart, causing it to momentarily glow, but not enough to wake her up. Her lips curled up in a smile instead. Malleus finally let his body relax, and his eyes closed.

A/N: I wrote this because of new Book 7 content :) (do not spoil it for me)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu #malleus draconia #malleus x fem reader #malleus draconia x fem reader

[bteezxyewriter12]

Just Want to Play/ 2

Pairing- Mingi x Named Reader

Word count- 4k

Includes- Mingi is tattooed and nail painted black, pining, oral, blow job, pussy eating, face riding, cum eating, cock riding, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, some fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @prayerofthehaim @realisticnotes @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @stephy-nicole13 @mknae-jongho

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One week later

Mingi POV

Laying in my bed, I stare at the ceiling, not able to sleep

I haven't been able to sleep since I was with her

It's not even about the sex which was fucking amazing

It was holding her after, watching her sleep in my arms, feeling her cuddle against me that I can't get out of my head

It's everything I ever wanted

I've loved my best friend since I can remember

Wanted only her

I had other girlfriends, then fuck buddies but none have ever captured my attention the way she does

And she has no idea

Even now, after what happened, I don't think she knows how much it meant to me

I doubt she'll ever see me the way I wish she would

And I'm too scared to say anything, too scared to risk our friendship

So I sit back and watch her date other guys, support her

And wish she was mine

I was ok when she was dating strangers, guys I didn't know

But when I found out about her and San, I was fucking devastated

And I took it out on San

Avoiding him, snapping at him when he spoke to me

He finally asked me what my problem was and I lied

I told him I was jealous that he got to fuck my best friend first

And I asked him to talk to her for me but I didn't want her to know it was me until the day of

I was scared of her rejection

He was more than willing, telling me that her and him fuck casually

Which also pisses me off but I can't do anything about it

And I thought maybe it was just lust

Maybe if I was with her these feelings would go away

I was wrong

So wrong

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I'm sitting on my couch with the TV on but I'm not watching it

It's just on for noise

I'm either thinking about her or falling asleep

These sleepless nights are catching up with me

But even if I fall asleep, it's never for long

I'm feeling drowsy, my eyes closing when the doorbell rings

The loud ring startles me awake, making me jump

"Jesus", I mutter as the bell rings again

Standing up, I amble to the door, opening it

"Jo?", I ask, shocked to see her standing there

I don't remember us planning to hang out today

"Hi Mingi", she smiles, making my heart beat faster

I let her in, closing the door behind her

"Did you text me?", I ask as we plop down on the couch

"Oh uh no. Are you busy?"

"Nope", I answer, looking over at her, "I just thought maybe I forgot we were supposed to hang or I didn't read a text or something"

"No, I kind just showed up", she says quietly, "I uh..wanted to talk to you"

I'm getting a little nervous

We haven't really spoken much since last week

"What..what uh do you wanna talk about?"

"Well...", she says, trailing off, her gaze meeting mine, "Kinda wanted to talk about what happened last week... with us"

I nod, anxiety filling my body, "Yeah sure"

"Where did you go? When I woke up you weren't there. San was asleep next to me"

I'm jealous that San was there with her but realistically it's his bed, where else would he sleep?

"San woke me up when he got home", I explain, "I felt bad that we were asleep in his bed, so I left. You were so tired and couldn't be woken up. San told me to just leave you. He moved you to one side of the bed and said he was gonna crash"

She nods, "Makes sense since he was all the way on the other side of his massive bed"

San has a huge king size bed

I feel better that they were on opposite sides of it while me and her were cuddled in the middle of it

Not that it means a damn thing

"I was a little disappointed that you weren't there when I woke up"

I perk up at that, "Oh?"

She nods, her cheeks pink but she avoids eye contact

"Sorry"

"No I get it", she answers, "I uh also wanted to tell you....I had fun. With you"

I swallow hard, trying not to get my hopes up

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Shit Mingi, you fucked me so good I couldn't walk when I woke up"

I blink in utter surprise, "I..really?"

She nods, "I was so sore. And when I stood up I just fell down. San had to pick me up and carry me to the bathroom then back to bed. He had to massage my legs for like an hour so I could walk"

"I'm sorry", I apologize, horrified that I fucked her so hard I hurt her

That wasn't my intention at all

"No it's fine, I didn't tell you to get you upset or anything", she asks

"Oh uh ok...well why did you tell me?", I ask, curious and confused

She didn't have to tell me anything or ever bring up what happened again so I'm wondering why she is

"Well....uh...I'm just gonna ask you ok?"

Ask me what?

"Uh alright?", I answer

She takes a breath and looks at me, "Can I play with your cock Mingi?"

I blink, in complete shock at what she just said

If she did say it or maybe I'm imagining it

"Uh...what?"

"I want to play on your cock again. Can I?"

Ok my fucking god she did say that

"Yes", I answer immediately

It would never be anything but yes

"Are you sure? I don't want you to just say yes. I want you to want to"

"I do Jo. I really want to", I assure her, "I had a lot of fun with you too"

"Oh..that's good", she murmurs, glancing over at me, "So...now?"

I'm so good with now

"Now", I confirm

She smirks, then shoves me back hard on my couch, her hands already pulling down my sweatpants

Once they're off, her hands are pushing my shirt up, her lips pressing kisses into my abs, shivers running up and down my spine

My god, her lips feel so good, her kisses so good

I watch her tongue lick my skin before she kisses it, that sight driving me out of my mind

She kisses up my body, pushing my shirt up with every inch she moves

And I'm just laying in a daze, my skin trembling against every peck

Getting to my chest, she sits up, tugging on my shirt, "Off Mingi"

I nod, sitting right up and letting her pull it off me

Then I'm laying back down immediately, her lips kissing my chest, on the right dragon tattoo

I watch her kiss that one, then the other, trailing kisses up higher

When her lips sink into my neck, I let out the most embarrassing moan as she kisses right into a spot that feels amazing

"You sound so pretty baby", she murmurs, her hand sliding into my hair and tugging as she kisses right into my neck tattoo

I move my arms around her, holding her against me as her tongue licks me

"Fuck", I groan, her pretty little chuckle so sexy as she laughs in my neck

She begins her descent down my body again, kisses leaving fire on my skin, her fingers trailing after her lips

She pulls my boxers down as she kisses along my dick, making me gasp in pleasure

Leaving my boxers down to my thighs, her tongue slowly licks up my length, moans leaving my mouth as my eyes stay locked on her

"Didn't get to suck your dick last time", she murmurs, "Was a little disappointed"

"Ssss....sorry", I stammer, "I....I didn't....didn't know"

"Now you do", she smirks, "I like sucking dick"

Well that is definitely something I did not know about her

"Yours is huge", she says, licking under my head, "And I'm going to try to get it all in but I'm not sure I can"

That is more than ok

Any part of my cock in her mouth is good with me

"Please don't be mad at me if I can't", she says, giving me wide innocent eyes

"I won't...I promise. I won't be mad", I whimper

I can never get mad at her normally, I especially won't be mad about anything to do with sex

She nods, "Ok Mingi"

With that, her mouth moves around my head, sucking softly but quickly right off the bat

My body is thrown into incredible pleasure, the sight of her mouth around my dick arousing in itself

I never thought I'd see this in my entire life

She moves down fairly quickly, sucking away, spit falling down my length that's not in her mouth, her hand around the base, stroking up and down in time with her sucking

"Fuck", I whimper, my cock hitting the back of her throat the further down she goes

My head pushes into her throat, the tight space spasming as she chokes, the sound so pretty

I don't want to hurt her though so I start to pull back

"Uh uh", she growls, shaking her head

I stop moving and she pushes my head and now more of my cock into her throat

Her pretty eyes water, her spit all over my cock, dripping down, so messy and I'm so here for it

I like sloppy blow jobs

And I really like her blowing me

She starts bobbing her head, the sight of my cock moving in and out of her mouth mind blowing

And the pleasure is out of this world, every nerve in bliss

She moves down slightly with each bob down and I watch her desperately try to get my whole cock in her mouth, sucking like her life depends on it, tears streaming down her face

It's not working so well though

"I can't do it", she pouts, pulling off my dick, my mind exploding

She sounds so upset that she can't deepthroat my whole cock

I have no clue what to do with that

Her tongue slides up my length, licking against the underside of my head, then sucking there slightly sending chills down my spine

"Maybe I just need more practice", she says, her tongue swirling around my slit

Did she say practice?

"I uh..."

"Are you gonna let me practice? Let me blow you again?", she asks, her wide eyes staring up at me innocently, "I like sucking your dick"

Jesus Christ

I don't know if she's just saying this in the moment but I'm more than happy to let her practice on me

"Mingi!", she whines, sucking on my head loudly, "Can I practice with your cock?"

I nod immediately, "Yeah. Yes"

She smirks, "Good"

And her mouth is around me again, going down as far as she can, sucking like her life depends on it, jerking me off at the same time

My god she really does know how to suck and make it so pleasurable

"Mmm", she moans, choking around me, her teary eyes watching me

I groan in bliss as she brings me closer with that fucking mouth of hers

"Cum down my throat", she tells me, her tongue all over my length, "Wanna swallow it all"

"Fuck", I murmur as her mouth takes me in again, sucking hard

I move my hand in her hair, holding on as she throws me into a mind blowing orgasm

"Fuck, Jo! Oh fuck!", I cry, shooting cum down her throat as bliss wracks my body

I keep my eyes on her, groaning when I see her swallow, her throat tightening again and again, making everything ten times better

I hold her in place as I cum, her mouth still moving, still sucking

When it's over, I gape at her, never having felt such ecstasy before

"Fuck baby", she murmurs between sucks, looking at me, "Your cum tastes so good"

My mind implodes at her words

"What?"

"You taste so yummy. I swallowed it all. Look"

She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out so I can see that she did indeed swallow it all

That gesture makes my cock throb in her hand

God, she's so hot

My body trembles on its own as her tongue licks my underside, then sucks on my head

Quicker than I thought possible she gets me rock hard and I'm so fucking surprised

Pulling off me, she sits up, her eyes on mine

"I'm gonna sit on your cock now", she murmurs, getting in my lap

"Please", I whimper, holding onto her hips, excited

I want her so badly

Aligning me to her hole, she sinks down, taking my head inside her

"Fuck", I cry as she slowly moves down my cock, her tight cunt welcoming me in

"Mingi", she moans, the sound of my name in her voice so fucking pretty, driving me crazy

Her hand moves down her body, her fingers rubbing her clit as she pushes down my cock

"Oh Mingi, yes", she cries, closing her eyes, her head tilting back, her cunt getting so much more wet as she slowly takes each inch, her fingers rubbing faster

The incredible sight of my best friend playing with herself as she takes my cock is seared in my memory, something I will never, in my lifetime, forget

"Mingi! I'm gonna cum on your cock", she pants, so close to bottoming me out, her cunt pulsing like crazy, "Please, can I cum on your cock?"

"Yes, yes baby. Yes", I moan, the pleasure she's giving me driving me crazy

She bottoms me out, my head nestled and rubbing her spot, coming at the same time

Her pussy chokes my cock again and again as bliss hits me

I watch the clear sight of her coming around my dick and I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful

Her hand falls away from her pussy as she leans back, holding herself up

I don't even think, I move my hand to her cunt, rubbing her clit, keeping her climaxing for a few seconds longer

"Mingi", she cries, her legs shaking around my body

When she finishes, her eyes open, her gaze moving to mine, a smirk on her face

"So good baby", she coos, leaning her hands on my abs, "Gonna make you feel so good right now"

Before I can say anything, she starts bouncing on my cock, up and down, throwing my body into pure pleasure

I watch her tight hole split around my length as she impales herself on my dick over and over, her cream coating my shaft with every bounce

"Oh fuck Mingi", she murmurs, her breathing increasing

I can't stop my hands from roaming her body, touching her soft skin, feeling it tremble under my touch, my eyes moving to her wiggling boobs

Her hands move to mine, putting them over her boobs, keeping her hands over mine and squeezing

"Touch me Mingi", she moans breathlessly, "Fuck, I want you to touch me so badly. Ever since last time I want your hands on me"

I can touch her no problem

Her hands slide to my wrists, my hands squeezing her boobs, the black nail polish I'm wearing so stark against her soft pale skin

Her body is sweaty, a pretty sheen covering her, her hair drenched, tears falling down her face from pleasure

She looks absolutely gorgeous

"Fuck, you don't know how long I wanted you on my cock", I whimper, watching her ride me, feeling the utter bliss she's giving me, "How long I wanted to hear you moan for my cock, cry for my cock, scream on my cock. How long I wanted you to want my dick inside you. Only mine"

Fuck, I fantasized about her for fucking years

For just this moment

Her bouncing on my dick, tears down her face, crying my name from the pleasure

Just like she is now

"Wanted my cock inside you for so long", I murmur, "Just wanted to wear your cunt like my favorite cock sleeve"

"You can", she cries, tears cascading down her pretty face, "You can wear my pussy anytime Mingi"

Fuck, I wish

"Don't lie, Jo"

She shakes her head, her hips dropping her pussy down my length over and over, the cream leaking from her cunt all over my cock and lap

"I'm not", she cries, "Fuck, Mingi, love being on your cock"

"Yeah aegi?", I murmur, "You take my cock so well. So small but you take all of me each time, fitting so perfectly around me. Wanna be inside you all the time"

"Please baby", she sobs, her body arching as she shakes in pleasure, "You can wear me all the time. Like an accessory for your cock"

I really like that thought

To just have her whenever I want

And it's not just for me

To be able to pleasure her, eat her cunt, make her cum all the time is so enticing

It's a wish I doubt will ever happen

"Mingi, gonna cum", she cries, her fingers digging into my arms, her hips lifting and dropping like lightning, riding me harder than any girl ever has

Giving me ecstasy like no girl ever has

"Fall apart on my cock baby", I demand

"Mingi!", she screams, doing just that as her cunt squirts all over the place, drenching my dick, my lap, my abs and my couch, her hips rocking on me, keeping my head rubbing her spot

I watch the stunning sight in awe, breathing hard

Her body spasms as she finishes, sucking in breaths as her eyes slowly open

I look at her through my sweaty hair, wanting nothing more than to keep pleasing her

Grabbing her hips, I move down the couch, laying down flat

Lifting her off my cock, I move her over my face, pull her down as I lift my head, my tongue all over her, tasting her sweet cunt again

"Oh fuck, Mingi", she whimpers, her legs shaking around my head

I keep a firm grip on her thighs, holding her against my mouth as I eagerly eat her pussy

Running my tongue along her slit, her pretty lips open for me, her cunt so soft, so wet against my tongue

I tease her hole, slipping just the tip inside her and pulling out before she can clench down on it

She whines, making me laugh as I keep playing with her

Rolling my tongue over her clit her body shivers as soon as I touch it, a loud pornographic moan coming from her

I switch between licking her clit and sucking on it, her pussy completely watering my face the more I play with her throbbing bump

And I absolutely love it

Her hips start moving as she grinds her pussy against my tongue, her breathing increasing, her hand sliding into my hair, holding on hard, moaning my name

I finally shove my tongue in her cunt, her hole throbbing hard, sending pleasure right to my cock

Sliding out of her hole, I run my tongue up to her clit, sucking on it once, the slide back down, dipping inside again

I keep pleasuring her this way, her hips moving faster as her cries become louder

I know from how hard she's pulsing around my tongue that she's close

The next movements have her coming against my face and I eagerly shove my tongue up her cunt, letting her orgasm all over it

Her sweet cream fills my mouth and I groan into her as I swallow greedily

Her hips still once she finishes and I take the chance to lick her pussy clean

She moves down my body, sitting on my stomach, looking down at me and smiling softly

"Now it's your turn to cum"

I just nod, so turned on

"Where do you wanna cum baby?"

"Inside", I say immediately, "Wanna cum inside"

Her smirk widens, "Wanna fill me up like you did last time?"

I nod

Hell yes

"Ok", she giggles, "I liked being full of your cum last time"

My eyes widen, shock hitting me

She's shocking me so much today

She turns around, pulling my boxers completely off and moving over my lap in a reverse cowgirl position

She reaches behind her, holding my dick up, looking over her shoulder at me

"Watch my pussy take your cock", she says

Yes ma'am

She sits on me again and I have the perfect graphic view of her cunt impaling on my cock

Her little hole swallowing my cock, cream leaking down my length, her pussy lips opening so beautifully for me

God, it's so erotic

She bottoms me out, her cunt squeezing impossibly tight, making me gasp

She begins to move, bouncing, sliding to my head then back down, engulfing me back in her tight welcoming cunt

With each bounce, she clenches around my cock the entire time, throwing my body into bliss, moans just spilling from my mouth

I watch her pussy stretch around me over and over, her cream making a pretty ring around the base of my cock and smearing around her hole

"Mingi", she cries, her cunt spasming and choking my cock in a vice grip, the wet sound of her pussy taking my dick so loud and pornographic

She calls my name again, coming on my shaft, the skin of her back spasming in pleasure

Ecstacy tsunamis over me as she yells, "Fill my pussy Mingi!"

Gripping her hips I pull her down my entire cock, throbbing and spilling cum into her orgasming pussy, stars blasting in my vision

"Fuck Joanne!", I gasp, the feeling of her pussy milking my cock utterly amazing

I can't believe it feels this mind blowing

We ride out our pleasure together, finishing at the same time

Letting go of her, she moves off me but doesn't go far, turning back around to face me

She lays down on top of me, burying her face in my neck, cuddling into me

My heart pounds in surprise but still, I wrap my arms around her, holding her

"I think", she pants, "That I want to keep this going"

I breathe in, hoping she's suggesting what I think she's suggesting

"You...want to keep sleeping together?", I ask quietly

She lifts her face from my neck, her eyes on mine, nodding, "Yeah. If you want that. A friends with benefits things"

I want it

It's the only way I can be near her, be with her and I'm taking it

And hopefully, maybe, she can see me as more that her best friend

Maybe she can develop feelings for me

I can always hope

"Yeah, I'd want that", I tell her, then continue, wanting to be clear about everything, "If we do this, then are we just sleeping with each other? Exclusively?"

"Yeah Mingi", she nods

I hesitate, "And San?"

"I'll tell him that we can't sleep together anymore. That I'm only going to be with you"

Relief fills me about that but I also don't want San to be upset

"He's not going to be mad?"

She snorts, "No. He's fucking some other girl too. One he likes but he's unsure if she likes him like that too. Now he can just be with her, stop being a coward and tell her how he feels"

I swallow at her harsh words

If San's a coward then so am I

It's just hard to tell someone your feelings when you don't know if you're gonna be hurt or not

So I get San's hesitancy

But I'm not telling her that

"Ok Jo", I agree, "I'll just be with you too"

She smiles brightly, "Great Mingi"

I smile back at her, happy that she's somewhat mine

She lays back down, her head on my chest, right under my chin, "Can we nap now?"

I chuckle, "Tired?"

"Yeah. You wore me out"

I laugh louder, "Yeah Jo, we can nap"

"Mmmm good", she murmurs, snuggling against me more

Holding her tightly with one arm, I move my other hand in her hair, playing softly with the strands

"Mmm feels good", she whispers, her eyes closing

I just smile as I close my eyes, grateful I can hold the girl I love in my arms, even if it's for a short while

It's better than nothing

#mingi fanfic #song mingi fanfic #song mingi smut #ateez mingi smut #mingi smut #ateez fanfic #ateez smut

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The Red-Eyed Boy pt. ii

Pt. One | Three | Outtake

Alec x Swan!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Alec was going smoothly, until Victoria's army comes for your sister.

Warnings:

Mild language

I'm a sucker for angst

Word Count: 1,798

A/N: Part 1 was originally just supposed to be a oneshot, but here I am. Enjoy! Pssst @rosedpetal and @badass-daisy-22 your wish is my command. ;)

He was laying on his bed, dressed more casually than I had ever seen him, in a simple white t-shirt and pajama bottoms, a book in hand. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the book was on ancient Greek myths, something that I was quite interested in and even planned to study in college.

His dark chocolate colored hair was splayed out across his pillow and I itched to touch it. Well, I really itched to touch all of him, but that was neither here nor there. I had a weird obsession with his hair. And his face. In particular his eyes and especially his lips. I grinned to myself, content just to watch with my being so far away.

Visions like this were rare, few and far in between.

I supposed it was kind of creepy, but in my defense I didn't really have control of these visions, especially since they happened while I was sleeping.

I could already feel the nudge of wakefulness pulling at me. I tried my best to burrow down deeper into sleep, but resistance was futile, and I found myself opening my eyes to see the ceiling of my bedroom back home in Forks, Washington.

I rolled over with a deep sigh. I would give anything to be in Volterra with Alec. Sadly I had a little bit longer to wait. Reaching for my phone I checked my messages and grinned to see a text from him.

'Missing you.'

Alec wasn't one for talking on the phone, he preferred to text, and almost always left me a good morning message to wake up to. Most days it was the highlight of my day.

I pressed the call button and he picked up before the second ring even made a sound.

"Good morning, tesoro."

"Good morning, love." I smiled, burrowing deeper into my covers.

I really just needed to hear his voice this morning.

"Y/N?"

It was Bella, her arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"Hey, sis." I gave her a hug, resting my forehead against her.

"Everything's gonna be ok."

"I know." I sighed. "Let's just get today over with. Grab that diploma and skedaddle."

Bella would definitely have to repeat high school at some point and I counted my lucky stars that I was not in her shoes in that regard. Or any other regard. My sister was a fucking danger magnet and the whole Victoria shit was just a big red neon sign that proved it.

There was a knock at the door and Bella opened it to see Alice. The vampire was bouncing on the tips of her toes already, and the gleam in her eyes scared me. Maybe if I let Bella go first then I could make my escape-

"I'd take Y/N first. She's planning on making a run for it."

Edward you twat. Where did you come from??

Edward just shot me a crooked grin as I glared at him from over my shoulder, Alice already dragging me up the stairs. With a sigh I sat on my bed like a good girl and let Alice do her thing. Thankfully I had already done my makeup, and Alice was content to give me some red lipstick for a pop of color.

"Alec will like it, promise." She gave me a wink and I swear I turned at least fifty shades of red.

"He's not even supposed to be here today. Do you know something I don't?" I eyed her skeptically, but the little bit of hope I was feeling was obvious.

She smiled at me sadly. "Sorry, Y/N. But speaking of lover-boy."

Alice turned to her bag and brought out a small ornate box, handing it to me with all the care in the world. From Alec?

I let my fingers curl around the box, admiring the designs carved into the dark colored wood. It was old, which was quite obvious, and while I had an inkling that it was a piece of jewelry, I was in no way prepared for when I opened the box. It was a small ruby pendant, about the size of my pinky nail, dangling from a golden chain. It had with a rough rectangular cut that rounded out a little at the bottom. I was immediately mesmerized, stroking the pendant in wonder.

It reminded me not just of blood, but of something else that I couldn't quite remember. It was then that I saw the note wedged into the top of the box. I unfolded it with shaking hands, overwhelmed and giddy.

For my Persephone. Congratulations. -A

My mouth popped open. Oh. Oh this boy was clever.

The ruby wasn't supposed to be blood, it was supposed to be a pomegranate seed. Like one of the seeds that Hades offered to Persephone. In the end, eating the pomegranate seeds forced her to return to the underworld to live half the year there with Hades. It was my favorite Greek myth, and I couldn't help but draw parallels between her story and my own. They were rather crooked parallels, but I wasn't too bothered by that.

I could feel the tears start to well up. I don't think I've ever received a gift that was so thoughtful.

"Oh hun. No. No." Alice was there beside me in a heartbeat, wiping the tears before they could fall.

"They're happy tears, Alice." I said with a small smile.

Well, not completely happy, I wished he was here of course. But I would be seeing him soon enough.

"I know. We don't wanna ruin your makeup. Let me help you put it on and we'll take a good portrait to send him, yeah?"

"Thanks, Alice. You're the best ever."

I only wished I had realized just how soon we would be seeing each other.

'I am in so much trouble.'

My anxiety, paired with the adrenaline rush, was practically so high I was pretty sure it was orbiting the moon. Jasper was by my side, doing his best to soothe not just me, but poor little Bree Tanner.

"How bad is it gonna be, Alice?" I whispered to her, wringing my hands together and bouncing on the tips of my toes. "How much trouble am I in?"

"Relax." She soothed.

"So pretty fucking bad. Do I have time to run?"

I was this close to hyperventilating.

I wasn't even supposed to be here. Bella almost had my head when she saw me on the back Jacob's wolf form, poised and ready to help. With what I wasn’t entirely sure in that moment. I had come up with the harebrained scheme to help muddle Bella's scent with my own by switching the matching jackets we had received for Christmas years ago. Emmet had made the comment a while ago that our scents were pretty similar, so I just kind of ran with the idea. It had worked so well that even Edward hadn't seemed to notice when Bella had slipped on my jacket instead of her own. It had helped split the army at least. Having two humans with similar scents had sent them all mixed signals, so it had kind of worked.

Or so I was telling myself.

So here I was, exactly in a place where I wasn't supposed to be, and the Volturi would be arriving any minute. More specifically Alec and the other elite guards from what Alice had said. None of whom I've had the pleasure of meeting yet. Including his sister. This was like… meeting your significant other's family for the first time.

Well, this was gonna be one hell of a hello.

"They're coming." Alice's panicked voice did nothing to calm me down.

Jasper put a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to help. "Try to relax, Y/N. It's not you he's going to angry with."

I simply nodded and fiddled with my necklace, the ruby seed feeling cold and smooth beneath my fingers. That helped a little as they appeared from the fog, and I found myself catching my breath when I saw Alec's silhouette emerge. He removed his hood and nearly froze when he caught sight of me. I gave him a small smile and a wave.

He let out a snarl that almost sent me hiding behind Jasper.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

"Y/N is safe." Carlisle soothed. "We never would have let anything happen to her."

"This is the second time your coven has dragged her into something dangerous." He hissed, voice low and deadly.

'Well, if we're gonna get technical about it Alec, we never would have met had it not been for that first time.'

Edward shot me a look.

What? It's not like I had said it out loud.

Wringing my hands, I stepped forward slightly before finally gathering the courage to approach him. He met me half way, gathering me into his arms. I let out a deep sigh of contentment as I buried my face in his jacket.

"I know you're angry." I whispered. "But I couldn't let something happen to Bella. They weren't even aware of what I was doing until it was too late. I'm sorry. For scaring you."

Alec said nothing for a long minute and I could feel the tension practically eating me alive.

"Alec." The red-eyed girl spoke, watching and taking us in.

Jane. His sister.

He simply nodded and left me standing there before returning to his position by her side. My heart dropped. He hadn't even bothered to say anything. I turned swiftly, blinking back tears. While I was sorry for scaring him, I refused to be sorry for my actions. Bella was my sister, and I would do what I could to help her. I stood a little behind Alice, staring at nothing and trying my best to turn off my emotions.

Jane spoke again. "Impressive. I have never seen a coven escape an assault of this magnitude intact."

"We were lucky." Carlisle answered.

"I doubt that."

I couldn't help the way my eyebrows shot up. Then I had to remind myself that this was Jane, and she had always proved exceptionally brutal in my visions. And this was no different, although it was Felix who did the dirty work this time. Bree was gone.

I didn't even blink at the end of it. I simply stood there, like a zombie when they finally disappeared. And Alec hadn't even said a word. The dam holding back the flood of tears finally broke.

'There goes my red-eyed boy.'

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I had a certain thot I promised you, yes? 🥰 here we are ❤️

the juxtaposition between Lloyd and Six is quite obvious. They handle your situations a lot differently. One uses their head, the other goes for the gun instantly and doesn’t care who they have to hurt. They can never agree to something. The only thing they can get on the same page about is the love they seem to have for you.

But other things? Don’t even think about it. Especially, in the bedroom.

You’re in and out of consciousness with the way they both managed to tear you apart. Orgasm after orgasm and thinking clearly is something that’s difficult to do.

You’re caught up in two men, two past rivals, with really good dick. A harsh slap to your ass was enough to rattle you back into reality, the additional feeling of a pinky ring told you who it was.

“God, Six, I don’t know how you haven’t gotten to this ass before, it’s so fuckin’ good and she’s so fuckin’ soaked, just swallowin’ my dick. Fuck”

And Lloyd was ruthless, especially when the rhythm came after you got adjusted to his size. He fucked with vigor and a sense of hunger, he was obsessed already.

You whimpered, grasping onto the hand that had one asscheek harshly gripped. His nails dug into your skin, it pricked tears in the corner of your eyes.

“Daddy p-please-“ you cried out, “please it’s too much, I can’t—“

Lloyd released just to lay another smack to the same area, making you wail. And all he did was chuckle and continue to fuck into your ass.

“Think that’s gonna make me let up? You know I love it when you cry, baby, it keeps my dick hard and fucking you like I own you because I fucking do, now stop bein’ a fuckin’ brat before I do worse”

The tears streamed freshly from your eyes and down your cheeks. He was making you feel heavenly but Lloyd could be really mean.

“Shh, it’s okay, hey, look at daddy” a much more softer and comforting voice called from below you, the handsome yet straining from pleasure face of Six met yours. He was fucking your pussy but he was sweeter about it. So much sweeter.

He cupped your face and carefully brought you down to his, lips capturing yours easily as his hips continued to pump up into your warm canal. He groaned.

“Daddy’s got you, okay? Don’t let him make you cry. As hot as it is to see you cry from us ruining you, he’s just being an asshole”

You rested your forehead on his, eyes closed and nodding gently. “It f-feels so good though, daddy, he’s just not nice sometimes”

That made Lloyd chuckle once more, scooping you up by his forearm and bringing you into his chest. “Aww, did daddy upset his sunshine?” Lloyd asked in mock sympathy. And you nodded,“well he’s sorry, okay? He’ll be more gentle next time”

Turning your head to meet his, Lloyd kissed you slowly and filthily, your walls subtly clenching around Six, you heard the noise he made from below.

Then you felt Lloyd lay a sharp pinch to your nipple making you whine and thrash out of his hold, falling back into Six’s chest.

“But I said next time, next time isn’t now, suck it up and take what I give you, fuckin’ brat”

Six rolled his eyes and held you in his arms as he continued to fuck you, whispering sweet nothings and how he’ll make you feel better afterwards. His blues locked with Lloyd’s blues.

“You’re such a dick, you know that?”

…

Bestie I’ve been feral over this the entire dayyyy!!! You’re so right 🥵 Lloyd and Six are such polar opposites in so many ways expect for their love and desire for you, methods differ but their end goal is always to please you

Literally on my knees for them both! Lloyd is definitely such an ass man, he always wants to fuck it because it’s especially tight around him and he enjoys just how much you love it and how much harder you cry when he pounds it and then my goddd the way Six comforts you and gives you that loving care….I want it so bad!

Six is definitely a soft daddy and Lloyd is a mean daddy and both of them give you whiplash with it but it’s so so good, it creates such a sweet balance and you always come so hard when they’re fucking you right

THIS IS GOLD OMG I LOVE YOU, I LOVE THIS!!! I cannot wait to finish writing my threesome fic of them because whew chile I need them!

#lloyd hansen x reader x court gentry #sierra six x reader #court gentry x reader #court gentry smut #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen headcanons #court gentry headcanons

[capricornrisingsstuff]

This is a prompt from @oneforthemunny summer game! I’ve never written fanfic before and adore @oneforthemunny ‘s writing, so I asked for a prompt and chose this one :)

Prompt: 👙 mafia!Eddie: you need a new swimsuit and mafia!eddie is more than happy to go shopping with you…

Contains: MDNI, sub/dom reader dynamics/light slapping/female reader/descriptions of female anatomy (reader)/mentions of weapons- please lmk if I’ve missed anything!

You looked across the vast size of an empty Starcourt Mall with utter amusement. The sense of amazement had dissipated, you were so used to perusing empty buildings with Eddie. The amusement would always be present in times like this; you still couldn’t quite believe that your boyfriend had the capacity to shut down whole buildings, restaurants, arcades, you name it; with a simple flick of his Italian leather wallet, a winning smile and a gun on his hip.

Steve had called Eddie on his secret office phone a few days prior, informing you both that he and the “shrimps” were having a pool party at his house and if Eddie was feeling domesticated enough to come. Eddie said yes, with the installation of a new CCT system and an undercover guy on every door of the Harrington household, he gave you the green light to also attend. You were excited at the prospect of being “normal” with your boyfriend for the afternoon (minus the signing of NDA contracts everyone had to succumb to who attended, however there was one small obstacle. You didn’t own a swimsuit. That was thrown away when you were packing up for your move to Hawkins and your sensible bank job. Never in your life did you think you would be running in the same circles as people who did fun things, socialised and had a good time.

This is how you found yourself in Starcourt, with Eddie at your side, pinky fingers entwined as you strolled the stores. The mall music still playing mixed with the smells of your favourite food parlours Eddie paid handsomely to stay open “incase you need a shopping snack”. “I think I’ll go to the new lingerie boutique that’s just opened, they sell cute little one pieces” you turned to Eddie as you dragged him along the concourse. You were trying to be excited and you knew Eddie worshipped you but…you’ve never been so “naked” in front of other people before. No one apart from Eddie has seen your naked thighs or tummy and even then, you convinced him you needed to be naked in the lowest of light or completely in the dark (your personal preference).

As you entered the store, the petite sales assistant, with auburn hair and a porcelain complexion behind the counter gave you a dazzling pink lipsticked smile. Her face was catlike, straight off the runway, with her red talon nails clicking on the keyboard of the computer in front of her. You nervously smiled back, wondering if the store would cater for someone with such an ample cleavage and thighs like yours. As you scanned the racks of string bikinis, thongs, one pieces with barely anything there to cover your ass, your face reddened as you let out a huff of disappointment.

Picking up on your fussiness, Eddie kissed your hairline, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Can you not find a colour you like? If they don’t have the shade of purple I know you like, I can have it shipped in for tomorrow”. You smiled as you turned in your boyfriend’s arms, looking up at those lovesick umber eyes of his. “The colours are perfect honey, it’s just…me. I’ve never shown my body even in a one piece before out in public and I know I don’t look like her” as you glanced towards the waif-like looking sales assistant; who was currently strutting around the store putting away stock like she was setting up for the latest runway photo shoot.

Eddie hooked his finger under your chin and turned your face towards his, the fingers of his other hand trailing across the rack of one pieces. “Sweetheart”, he muttered in your ear as he pulled a little red number off of the rack, “if you don’t get into this one piece right now and push up those pretty tits of yours, I’ll spank you into next week; I’ll do it in the middle of the mall if I have to”. Your thighs unconsciously rubbed together at his dominance. He knew exactly how to get you into that confident headspace you never could on your own.

As the mall was totally devoid of customers and the only shop assistants on shift were at Eddie’s discretion (plus his security), Eddie stalked his way into the fitting room behind you, pulling the curtain back with a yank. You wasted no time in stripping from your clothes and stepping into the red Lycra- something highly reminiscent of Pamela Anderson running sexily along a California beach. Before you could even pull up the straps, ringed fingers were under them, smoothing the straps to your shoulders.

Eddie looked over your shoulder at you in the mirror, umber eyes blown black, as those ringed fingers made their way under the material of the swimsuit; grazing your chest and lightly fingering the swell of your ample cleavage.

“See sweetheart, who needs a sales assistant when you have one right here?” Eddie smirked as you let out the small whine that was brewing in the back of your throat. Your boyfriend always had the ability to turn you into a wet, whimpering, mess before he had even touched you. “Gotta make sure it fits in all of the right places princess, you can’t be going around in clothes that don’t fit”. Suddenly, the side of your face met the wall of the fitting room, as Eddie turned you by your hips and pushed you against it; his black leather boots gently pushing your ankles to each side so your legs were spread just right for him. “I don’t want people thinking that I don’t take care of my girl and pay attention to her needs do I?” He whispered in your ear as his mouth made its way to the crook of your neck. “I don’t think they have a tape measure in here sweetheart, so I guess my fingers will have to do” .

All you could feel in that moment was your nipples against the cold wall, hardening at Eddie’s touch as he pulled your swimsuit to the side around your already clenching pussy. “I wonder if this swimsuit is as waterproof as it claims it is” Eddie mused in a mocking tone, his fingers splayed across your cunt, his ring finger dipping into your wetness. “My, my sweetheart, you’re giving the material a test run already; you’re soaked. Is this just for me?” You let out a muffled moan, your eyes rolling back as Eddie playfully slapped your ass “use your words princess, otherwise daddy won’t buy you what you want, my little slut getting all needy and wet for daddy in public”. “Yes daddy”, you whined, breath hitching with each finger added into your dripping cunt, “it’s for you, always for you”.

“I thought so honey…now I’ll strip this suit off of you, put it in my back pocket and you’ll get a new one off the rack okay?” You nodded all wide eyed as your boyfriend talked down to you. “Take my card to the register and be a good girl while I think of ways to punish your fuckin’ bratty attitude. Daddy doesn’t tolerate brats”.

Eddie’s tongue licked your bottom lip as you pulled the suit down your chest; the moans and thumps coming from the fitting room remained unquestioned-the store would remain open all night if necessary.

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[casuallivi]

The Midnight Kiss

Yes, I decided to put silly movie references in the chapters because this is who I was as a person when I rage-brainstormed 15k of pure chaos in a doc where I now suffer trying to heave coherent chapters from 🙃🙂🤪😵‍💫 warning to my future self: stick to oneshots your dumb b-

Enjoy. Comments are welcomed and cherished :)

Part 3: She’s thirty, she’s flirty, she’s thriving

“Coffee orders, everyone!” Miguel cheerfully announced. He slid the conference room glass door to the side, balancing drink-carriers in both hands, a particular orange and pink drink standing out from amongst the steaming and cold coffee brews. "E tu juguito."

"Oh Miguel, you are my angel!" Elain thanked him receiving her juice, orange and strawberry dancing in her tongue as she took a long sip.

“Nah. Tu que eres la angelita, Elain.”

“Is that something naughty?” she wiggled her brows at the curly-haired and green-eyed Assistant Editor, his face relaxed and his smile casual.

“You bet,” he winking at her. Then he turned to Azriel, extending him an iced americano. “Here you go, boss man.”

Azriel mumbled “later”, signaling for him to leave the coffee there, focused in revising the documents he held.

Elain planted an elbow at the table, her chin in her hand and sipped her drink, focused in watching her boss from under her lashes. He flipped a page, long fingers with clean and trimmed fingernails – no sights of that ridiculous long-nail-in-the-pinky thing some man liked to do, thank you very much – catching her attention. His hands were big and bronzed, thick vein pumping up as he flipped another page. She knew from experience the were able span the size of her face.

Elain swallowed a big gulp, continuing her inspection, eyes following up to his wrists, the navy button-up perfectly cuffed around it by elegant sapphire squared cufflinks. She went on from the sleeves to his large shoulders, his collar perfectly buttoned, the nice navy material stretching from his chest to his stomach. She wondered what was the situation there. Did he keep a smooth chest as he did his face? Did he had those perfectly carved abs like underwear models? Elain knew Cassian did, his perfectly shaped abdomen ending a sinful V that made her mouth water. She thanked the gram for blessing her eyes with pictures of his vacation to the Maldives.

There she goes again, thinking about his gorgeous brother, thinking about Cassian. Damn it. She warned Azriel this would happen. Did he listened to her? No! He only pleaded his case with renewed strength.

"You're his brother." She hushed astonished. "Wouldn't it be weird?"

"Only if we make weird."

"I can't simply stop thinking about him in the snap of my fingers."

"You think is easy for me to let her go? To make you this offer? I’m taking my shoot at our mutual obsession. It will be easier for us to understand each other since we are going through the same shit."

Elain cocked her head slightly, comparing the men. Azriel was a tad shorter than Cassian, leaner too, nowhere near the lumberjack trapped in the deep wildness thing that his brother had going on, still, he was fit and muscular, his clothes shaping his perfect figure, the grey slacks hugging his behind in a way that wasn’t forbidden but was starting to feel like it. Her hand landed on the soft pouch hidden beneath a pair of high-waisted jeans, her conscience grilling at her for comparing their bodies when hers had not seen the inside of a gym in forever.

Hypocrite. 

So what? She was a visual person. Elain admitted that Cassian was an anomaly in the biotype she usually went for. To her sister's dismay, Elain wasn't a physical activity enthusiast anymore, her physiotherapy days had sucked the joy out of that. Now she dated man who like to laze around on the weekends. Her last two boyfriends were homebodies, more on the skinny, short and mediocre side of the scale - they even had mediocre personality, yikes. 

Azriel did not fit in her nerd quota either... At least he didn’t ressembled a bodybuilder as his brother did. No, Azriel kept his body fit without his muscles threatening to rip his clothes off at any second. The man was beautiful without trying, regal, etheral. She blamed his face. There was something about that face, a symmetry that was hard to come across, his eyes a mesmerizing shade of hazel that appeared almost green at times, making her hands itch to snap some photos of him. His lips were pretty too, plump and kissable.

Her teeth sunk in the straw a little harder than necessary as she remebered just how kissable they were, Elain asking herself why she hadn’t noticed his beauty before, and what she should do now that she had. 

As if he could feel the racy direction her thoughts were going, Azriel side-eyed her.

“No coffee?”

Elain wondered if he noticed how his voice had changed around her, the usual snap of irritation on the back on his throat replaced by casualty, familiarity. A white flag, she supossed. As a result, her fighting instinct was triggering lees around him.

“I’m naturally energetic. You don’t want to see this fueled with caffeine.” She gestured to herself, Nuala, who was passing behind her, promptly agreeing. “No one does.”

Elain stretched her leg to trip her. Ignoring her, Nuala stopped beside Azriel, at the head of the table, taking a deep breath to announce,

“Ms. Gio latest collection is here. I told the guys to store it on the usual storage.”

“Good.”

“But we have a small problem.”

“What?”

“She will not send the jacket.”

Azriel’s hand paused mid-flip, the rest of the team stopping their idle conversation to look at their manager. The jacket was supposed to be the flagship piece of next month issue, the most import item ever created, according to Gio, who would not shut up about how revolutionary she was. Finishing her drink, Elain put her cup on the empty holder.

“Did you tell her we are photographing the entire collection on Friday?”

“Yes.”

"That I need everything here?"

"Yes."

"That I have no other day to spare for the shooting?"

"Yes."

“What did she say?” Edgy, Nuala changed her stance from one foot to the other “Words Nuala, I want her exact words.” He pressed, her friend clearing her throat to her best Bela Gio impression.

“She said, “This is my most import collection in a decade! You really think I’ll delivery my killer piece in the hands of a staff? Child, if this one leaks, I’ll drown you people in so many lawsuits your next three generations will still be paying me instalments. The jacket will be there in time for the shooting, not before, not after.” then her assistant took over, giving me the same hour-long instructions about how to keep the clothes stored.”

Azriel ran a hand over his hair, ruining his perfect side part, as he usually did when stress threaten to best him. Oh boy. It was brewing now, the big sermon the team would have to hear because of something that was out of their control. He blew an exasperated breath and Nuala’s shoulders hunched a little.

"I'm sorry." She said in advance.

Azriel ignored her for a moment, signing the last document, his assistant efficiently collecting the neat pile of documents in front of him, and scurrying away from the room. She knew better than anyone when his tantrums were about to come. 

“I don’t like delays, Nuala.”  He gritted his teeth.

“I know.”

“...”

“...”

“Get me Rachel. Tell her I’ll need an addition of six girls in standby.” 

Surprised, Nuala reached for her tablet. "Any particular spec in mind?” She wanted to give him no reason to lash out.

“No one taller than 5’5. No bleached blondes. No tattoos.”

“On it.” She returned to her chair, at Elain's left, already emailing Rachel, their usual booker.

Azriel messed hair, stressed. Bela Gio was a Diva with capital D and a short girl complex, who detested tattooed tall blonde girls since her husband left her for one. The last time she delivered a piece last minute, his model received a dress with sleeves that ended halfway on her forearms. Needles the say Gio annoyed him immensely, being one of the reasons why he hated last minute planning. When she was involved, the odds were against him.

Azriel sipped his coffee, cursing the watered down brew. His ice was completely melted. He pushed it aside, sharing an inconspicuous look with Elain, who quietly clapped her hands without making a sound, complimenting him for not blowing up. Azriel didn't feel accomplished. For a second there, he almost lost it.

“This won’t work.” Elain shook her head vehemently, golden-brown strands begining to curl where they stayed in contact with the nervous perspiration in the back of her neck.  

“Why not?”

“I can’t date an overly explosive asshole.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “I’m not overly explosive.”

Elain made an ugly snorty sound. “Please, you can’t go a day without yelling your heart out.”

“It’s not my fault people are constantly stressing me.”

“See?”

“Fine. Let’s say I yell less,”

“You can’t.” She interrupted.

“I can.”

“You can’t.”

“I can.”

“You can't. I bet,” she fished a wrinkled note from her back pocket, “five bucks you can’t.”

He slapped her hand away.

“Gambling is a terrible habit. I’ll prove to you that I can tone down, and when I do that, you’ll say yes to me. Deal?”

“…I’ll think about it.”

“Since there's no point in discussing with Gio, I'll consider February done. Any addendums?" He asked no one in particular, heads shaking negativity in both sides of the table. "Good."

Azriel liked to be ahead of the schedule. The January issue had come out on the 5th, exactly fifteen days ago, and the February issue was nearly done, the only thing left to do being Gio’s photoshoot. Now he wanted to get starting on the following month, before Briar and Wendy headed for maternity leave and the team shortened.  

“Let's proceed with March issue. Nor the main interview, nor the cover are defined yet, so if you have any suggestions that you want to get out of your chest, the time is now."

Three chairs down to his right, Miguel lifted his hand. Azriel gave him the word.

“Vera Wang is celebrating thirty years as a designer in March. She's cover material.

Elain made an excited noise.

“You like Vera Wang?” Miguel asked her, and Azriel couldn't hide his surprised.

He honestly had no idea Elain even knew who Vera Wang was. Having known her for more than a year, Azriel was no stranger to her fashion taste. Elain had a particular style which matched her whimsical self, her clothes a mix of colors, patterns and fabric that somehow ended up going well together. At work, she usually favored t-shirts, paired with jeans or overalls. Sometimes she’d put a gypsy skirt or maxi dresses. For her feet, the choice laid in flats, sandals, sneakers and occasionally docs -  avoiding heels since she busted her knee in her teens. None of the items she wore were designed.

“No idea who that is, but thirty is a good number, don’t you think?” She twirled her pen in the air, pointing at Azriel. “She’s thirty, she’s flirty, she’s thriving.”

Azriel stared at her as if she had grown a second head.

“Thirty, flirty and thriving," she tried again.

Silence.

"You don't know that?"

Annoyed silence.

"Jenna Rinks catch phrase!"

Utterly annoyed silence.

"Really?!"

Nothing. Absolutely nothing on that face, on his posture. She saw no recognition going on for him.

Azriel only said coldly,

“Elain.”

All the eyes in the room subtly turned to him. They had only heard him calling her Archeron during office hours.

“Yes?” she said sweetly.

“Shut up.”

Beside her, Nuala snickered, well used to their blunt back and forth. Azriel would tell Elain to shut up at least 15 times a day. Elain, on the other hand, would front him for being explosive at least 20. Sometimes she’d fear for her friend’s job, but no one took pictures as lively as hers, and Azriel seemed to have noticed that as well. Although, judging by her sister’s party, Elain’s photos were not the only thing he was interested in. Nuala pretended not to see the two of them disappearing upstairs after their midnight kiss, but if Elain kept mummy any longer, she'd forget all about respecting her time and privacy.

Azriel gesture for Miguel to continue.

“We could do a pictorial of Mrs. Wang, interview her about her top 3 three collection; one for each decade of her work.”

On his left, Briar raised her hand. “Bluebonnets will be blooming soon. We could take her photos there. Mrs. Wang has favored blue many times in the last decade.”

“Flowers?” Azriel asked.

By the distaste in his voice, he wasn't happy about it. Briar lost her confidence, stammering,

“It will be spring by them, and,”

“Flowers. For spring?” he repeated with sarcasm, that particular tone he used to call someone stupid, without calling them stupid, coming through. “Flowers for spring." A single disdainful handclap. "Groundbreaking Briar, simply groundbreaking. We’ll certainly surpass Vogue now.”

Briar grow red in the face, sinking in her chair.

Nuala spied Azriel slide his tablet towards Elain, an old article about Vera Wang’s first collection opened on it. He must have like the idea of interviewing her. She raised her hand.

“International Women's Day is in March,” she began carefully. “We could mix a complimentary section in her interview to escape te boring "congratulations", select a few ladies in the industry who were inspired to pursue career because of Mrs. Wang."

"Which criteria are you using to select them?"

"The Revelation Designer Award will be announcing the winner on February 1st, and two strong names being quoted for the winner were Wang’s assistants.”

“Where is the award this year?”

“New Orleans.”

Azriel scratched his chin, pensive. Elain pushed the tablet to him, he scribbled a few words on it, then returned it to her.

“You up for a trip?" He asked their photographer.

"Sure."

"I want pictures of the event and a portrait of the winner. You do Wang afterwards."

“I can do better than portraits,” Elain said confidently.

She tapped the screen, sharply scanning photo after photo of Wang’s first fashion show, quickly absorbing the theme she had going on. Black vs. white, good vs. evil

“The cover can be all about her, shining solo. In the interview we recreate her origin. I’m talking double pages, elements from page one slipping into page 2, memorable light and dark juxtaposition as she did in her first collection. Seduction with a hint of forbidden. Nuala said the girls were her assistants, right? If one of them wins, the theme constructs itself; a pupil coming out of her teacher’s dark shadow to glow in the light. Nothing disrespectful of course, I’ll portrait Wang’s students as the fruit of her passion.”

Nuala let out an excited squeal. “That sounds amazing, and you know what. I received a call from Jammela last week, they are interested in sponsoring in exchange for exposition to their lastest gold collection. The ladies can wear the jewelry. Gold, black and white being the edition's theme."

“I like how you think.” Elain smirked, already constructing a scenario in her mind.

“I like how you think.” Nuala smirked back.

They both turned to Azriel expectantly. Everyone in the team was encouraged to participate in the decision of articles, themes, sponsoring, ad and interviews for the magazine. The problem was, if Azriel didn’t like the suggestion he would make sure to enumerate the reasons of why he thought you were stupid, loud enough for everyone in the room to listen. He usually accomplished that by yelling.

"You don't like it?" His muteness was like an itchness impossible to scratch. "We can adapt the parts you don't like..."

“No. I like it.” And he really did. “I’ll assign a team with Miguel, Nuala and you. You two seem to be on the same page, so pin us a mood board to visualize the idea better, and you,” he pointed at Miguel. “Draft me the interview.”

"You got it, boss man."

Azriel glanced at his watch, the numbers 20:45 glowing back at him, their clocking-out hour long past. He postponed the other decisions for later, dismissing his overworked team.

Yawns and tired groans were shared as they existed the conference room. Back in the common area, the employers went on to turn off their computers, and gather their personal belongs before heading for the elevators, except for Elain, who Azriel signaled to wait for him.

He went straight to his assistant, giving her the last instructions before she faxed the documents, the girl doing her best to pretend not to be looking from him to the photographer curiously. Failing miserably.

Azriel grabbed his wallet and keys, meeting Elain outside the headquarters, their steps echoing on the empty hall all the way to the elevator.

“Your car done?” He asked casually.

“Nope,” she pressed the button. “The mechanic said the missing part is coming from Maine, so it will take a couple more days. Do you think he’s trying to rip me off?”

“Probably.”

“Damn it.”

The elevator stopped in their floor, Azriel and Elain sliding inside. She pressed the “G” for ground floor. He pressed the “P” for parking lot, and un-pressed her “G”, saying “I’ll drive you.”

"You don't have to,"

"I want to."

“...oh...thank you.”

The floors pinged on the panel on top of the doors, a nervous kind of tension filling the elevator as it went down.

35.

34.

33.

32.

Elain cleared her dry throat.

“What did you really think about Nuala’s idea?” Her friend had been ecstatic about her cover suggestion getting accepted. Elain hoped he was not leading them on, to replace the cover later on.  

Azriel dived both hands in his pants pockets, perching his ass on the safety bar behind them. “It’s solid, yours a good addition to it. If you can pull it off.”

“You bet I can pull it off.” She scoffed crossing her arms over her cheat, mildly offended he was doubting her skills.

“Gambler,”

“Doubter.”

16.

15.

14.

13.

Unexpectedly, she jerked her head towards him.

“Are you gonna kiss me again or what?”

A soft rouge tinted Azriel’s cheek. Elain thought it was funny how he kissed and dragged her to a bathroom, making the most absurd proposition she had heard in her life, but blushed when she was the one being blunt.

“Does anything make you embarrassed?”

“Lots of things.”

“You hide well.”

“Thanks.”

Azriel straightened himself, chuckling. “You make me childish with this crazy train of thoughts of yours.”

“I’ve noticed. Liberating, isn't it?”

"To be childish?"

"To be freer."

Azriel didn’t answered. Instead, pulled her closer by the waist.

Elain timidly raised her hands to his shoulders, grabbing them this way and that. Every way she touched him seemed uncomfortable. Feeling him up in the spur of the moment was one thing, getting ready to be kissed was another. Sighing, she went on her tiptoes in attempt to equal their heights, settling for linking her wrists behind his neck, her heart beating a thousand miles per hour. Karma was bitch, she barely finished laughing at him for turning red, now she was the red one, and nervous as hell!

Azriel had promised to take her on a date after New Year. Elain knew exactly  why he wanted to do that, knew his intentions weren't pure. He didn't want to take her on a date because he fell head over heels for her. He wanted to wine and dine her, to convince her she had no need for another man when he was right there, available and interested. His appeal was undeniable, and he was willing to let her use him to get over his brother, so Elain didn't feel like someone signing to a looser's deal.

To her disappointment, the date proved impossible to schedule with his January agenda insanely full. Elain had no idea her boss was such a busy man, but she refused to wait another day for this man to kiss her. The month was approaching its end, and since he kissed his way into her mind, she had fantasized about repeating the dose. The desire was strictly professional, of course, nothing but research to reach a conclusion. I need to know if we really have chemistry, she told herself. I can’t date a man I have zero chemistry with.

Nervous, Elain licked her lips, Azriel a breath away from her.

“Are you saying yes?” his heated whisper fanned her lips.

“I’m saying I want a kiss.”

“I’ll kiss you when you say yes.” His hands covered the width of lower back, Elain gasping when he brought her impossible closer, his thumb drawing iddle circles over her shirt. “I only kiss my girlfriend.”

6.

5.

4.

3.

How would she decide after the kiss when this man only wanted to kiss her after her decision? Damn him!

The elevator doors opened to a quiet parking lot at her back, Elain nodding shyly, lids fluttering shut.

"Words."

"Yes!" She half-snarled, annoyed with rigid way of getting her consent. Was it too much to ask him to swipe her of her feet unexpectedly as did for the first time?

She missed tipsy-and-oversharing-Azriel. This one could rot!

Azriel kissed her cheek, his nose sinking on her soft skin, inhaling her scent. He kissed the corner of her mouth, a hand venturing up to her neck, bending her. He kis–

"Lainy! My favorite photographer."

Brown eyes flew open in the speed of the light, feet dropping back to the floor, Elain bumping her forehead painfully against Azriel’s chin.

Cassian hissed at the same time as her, Elain furiously rubbing her forehead, stomping on Azriel's foot in her hurry to turn around. “You okay?” he sounded worried.

No, she wasn't okay. She was anything but okay! Someone, please, open a hole and bury her in the earth, now.

“Yeah… I’m fine.” My God. Nuala always joked that Azriel's jawline could "cut a bitch", and now Elain had first hand experience that she was right.

Cassian patted her hair. 

“There, there. Good girl.”

Oh my, he called her a ‘good girl’. Elain went to theaven and back in a second, the hidden meaning of those two little words paired with his deep voice turning her legs to jelly. Her head pounded. Ignorant to her lustful gaze, Cassian settled his attention to his brother, a sneer forming on his lips.

"Azzy, I need a lift. I have a flat."

#elriel #elriel fanfic #elriel fanfiction #elain archeron #azriel #elain #azriel shadowsinger #elain acotar #elain x azriel #my writing #the midnight kiss #part 3 #can you spot the acofas reference? #😂👌 #still don't know if cassian really had a flat #or if he made it up #he wasn't even supossed to be there #but he creeped on me! #the plot thickens #🤭🤭🤭🤭 #i like using repetition in my writing #the thing is #is very easy to become TOO repetitive #🥲🥲🥲🥲😂😂😂😂

[obsidiancreates]

This is for science research, but do you have any HCs of the 2012 boys and the Rise boys having any battle scars?

For 2012, genuinely all of the ones I've described their souls having in Into The Neon.

Leo with a big leg scar and just a ton all over his body from that Shredder fight

Donnie with a lot of electric shock scars (especially on his face from The Fourfold Trap) and a big discolored splotch on his hand from the brainworm serum

Still having trouble figuring out Big Big Major Ones for Raph and Mikey tbh but I know they're there. Maybe a big head one for Mikey from when he fought Kavaxas on the train? There's the discoloration on his shell and skin from the Shellacne of course as well but. *shudders*.

Still working on it but Yes, both Mikey and Raph are also incredibly scarred. All 4 of the 2012 boys are super scarred up and just, permanently marked by practically all of their battles. Even if it's just small scars the size of a pinkie nail, every fight has left something.

For Rise... I think really just Raphie and Leon have scars in my head. Raphie from the Krang Infection in the eye and Leon from The Prison Dimension. I know a lot of people like to give Donnie scars from the ship and Mikey scars from the flaking apart but, I actually don't headcanon that. I headcanon that The Power Of Family And Love healed Mikey's hands completely. For Donnie, I headcanon that because the Krang ship is bio-mechanical, it less bore it's way in and more melded it's way in, and removing him from it more broke a connection to replicated cells that quickly died off inside of him than ripped out actual tendrils. That just- that makes more sense to my brain in how it'd work. Because if I think of it the other way Donnie is Dead in my mind.

So yeah, just Raphie and Leon, Raphie with the eye scar and Leon with a smattering of them all over.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt

[chimielie]

cw: bruises and mention of slight injury , implied past nsfw if you squint, not angst or fluff just. (maybe both)

“Dump him,” your friends advise sagely. They advise you like you do them, cautious and apologetic but still insistent.

You know that you should. Sometimes it seems like he likes you, a lot a lot, and sometimes it feels like he’s forgotten about you entirely. You’re not even sure he knows your last name. You also know that you’re leaving to work in another country for six months in a week and a half, and his schedule will be beyond full in two (business owner, full-time grandson, nicotine addict, and boys’ volleyball coach) and cutting it off a little early is hardly a loss.

You’d woken up full of resolve (and a little hungover), but you’d stumbled sometime around the time you got into the shower and were reminded of the last time you’d had one with him. It’s not like Keishin hasn’t demonstrated that he cares about you—he has, thoroughly and often multiple times in a row. Drying yourself and catching sight of your form in the mirror, you notice a patch of discoloration on your upper right arm, an almost perfect circle of bruised flesh.

Weird. You wonder where it came from, and chalk it up to your last date.

It looks fresh.

If you agonize a little too long over what to wear, that’s nobody’s business but yours. You finally settle on the perfect blend between casual and put-together, comfortable and sexy, and arrive five minutes early to the cafe you’d agreed on.

Normally, he drives you, but you don’t want to rely on someone you just ended things with for transportation. For a depressing moment, you imagine that he wouldn’t really care either way.

Keishin slides into the seat across from you, breaking your train of thought. It’s just not fair how good he looks: his hair is ruffled like he drove here with all the windows down, and his eyes are bright, and the sleeves of his dark, loose-fitting t-shirt expose too much of the lean curvature of his arm muscles.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he says, in his heart’s-thief voice.

Well, actually, I don’t think you should call me things like that anymore, is what you mean to say.

“You have a bruise,” you say instead, nodding to a near perfectly round bruise on his upper right arm.

“Oh, yeah,” he looks down at it. “One’a the kids got me with a pencil. I think they were doing dares to procrastinate on homework or some shit.”

“Fun,” you say in a not-so-fun voice. “It’s funny. I have one just like it.” You tug your own sleeve up, showing off the contusion. You twist a little, trying to examine it further, missing the expression on his face.

"You always bruise easily?" You look at him, and there's a taste of haze in his voice that's probably just from the smoking.

"Yeah, ever since I was a kid," you shrug. "I swear, I was rambunctious, but I couldn't explain half of the marks I came home with every day. My parents actually took me to get checked out for anemia at one point, but they ran tests and just told me to stop falling out of trees or that it might be a..." You shut your mouth, aware that you're rambling, trying to put off the inevitable.

"Soulmate thing," Keishin finishes, and you can hear his swallow. Soulmates are a rare phenomenon, and no one ever assumes that they're one of the lucky ones. Better to be pleasantly surprised when—if—they ever meet and figure it out. "Hey, um, I'm sure it's nothing, but I've got this nasty scar on my foot, right—"

"On the pinky toe, the size of a penny," you interrupt. "My toenail fell off when I was twelve and it took forever to grow back. I wouldn't wear sandals all summer."

"I think I was fourteen," he's pushing up your sleeve, looking at the pencil-bruise again. His hands are calloused, his nails cut short. "I fell skating, and then I let it get infected. I had to wear a fucking boot, really killed my vibe."

"Shit," you say. All at once, you remember what you came here to do; remember that you'd texted him We need to talk, prepared to explain why this wasn't working out. Told him you didn't need one last ride in his pickup truck. His thumb rubs roughly over your (his?) bruise, and it aches and it's soothing all at once. Your coffee is no longer steaming, forgotten on the table between you.

"Shit," your soulmate echoes.

#if it wasn’t clear: this is a soulmate au where if one soulmate gets hurt the other shows the same injury #shorts! #ukai x reader #ukai keishin x reader #ukai angst #ukai fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! angst #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu!! x reader fluff #haikyuu!! x reader angst #haikyuu x reader fluff #hq x reader fluff #hq x reader angst

[prettyboy-basement]

Mmmm slime ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

The way I woke up and immediately started writing this is insane anyway-

This might be long idk, HERE WE GO!!!!!

Imagine a classic RPG but you know… with fan service~~ NPC’s, mobs, bosses… they all have some kind of fan service-y air about them.

But non compare to you, the final boss.

The king Slime.

You’re large, gigantic, fucking humongous if I may say. You’re muscular, biggest pecks known to man slapped right onto that chest of yours, hugs hands with bulging veins and sharp nails, and the best part?

Completely nude.

Your horse cock dangles out wide in the open for all to see. And you’re proud of it. In slime culture in this game, the larger the assets, the more powerful.

You’re basically a class-a himbo, just a wee bit smarter than the average slime which is… well it’s not much.

And then you have our dear Isekai victim. Just some guy who got isekaied into this world. He had everything a porn addict like him could want, big titty elves all over him…

… But that’s not what her wanted, oh no.

He worked his way through the game, slaying bosses until he made it to you.

Compared to you - and he was a tall guy - he was the size of your pinky! Of course you could take him!.. in a fight I mean-

But he pulls out the secret weapon he had kept away…

A capturing spell!

It was the “special attack” given to him when he was isekaied, but one time use only. And unlike everyone else who played, he was extremely gay.

For you.

Using the “spell”, a disgustingly pink ribbon wrapped around your throat, and your worldview suddenly changed.

Since when was the man you were currently fighting so… hot..?

Shrinking your size down - you were still a solid ten ft tall, towering over the man - you stared him down, only to be tackled to the ground by him.

He flips you over and spreads your thick ass cheeks and basically rips his own pants off, already hard at the sight of your squirming beneath him.

He slams into you, seeing his cock through your back. He continuously rams into you, you moaning and groaning pathetically under him. The best (or worst) part? Was that you were still in your boss hall. Your subjects watching as their king gets defiled.

You being one of few slimes who actually talk had a mouth, and your long snake-like tongue - which the man had imagined going down his throat - lolling out your mouth, slimy tears pouring out your eyes.

Soon, your ass was filled with the man’s cum, white filling your gut and gluteus due to just how much he came. Then you felt movement, and he began to eat you out. You could see his tongue going in and out, swiping through your thick insides. He sucked, gulped, and kissed your pucker, which winked at him every time he pulled away. You whined every time he pulled back to look at your pathetic state, wiggling your ass and begging him to continue.

He then flipped you over onto your back and began to rub your cock, telling you to come. He spat on it, wrapping his hands as best he could around you, jerking up and down.

He leaned over and took one hand off your cock, and began fondling your large chest. Pulling and rubbing your nipple. He kissed you, shoving his tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste him and yourself.

Finally, you came, the slimy substance coating his midsection and your own, the stream making its way to both your chests. He pulled away to stare at your fucked out face, eyes rolled to the back of your head and tongue poking out, drool sliding down your chin.

He slid a cum coated finger under the collar and smirked.

“You’re all mine… finally..~”

And that was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

Lmao you can tell I rushed the fuck out of that beginning. And can you also tell I don’t write smut/sex scenes? Anyway, hope you like it! I got this stuck in my head after I got bored in math. Fucking hate math. ૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა

Have a great day/night! And welcome to the slime reader club~~ <3

- ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡

…….wow.

you’re pretty good at that! oho ohhh reader! you really got yourself into a…. sticky situation, hehe

[rosella-writes]

HAPPY DADWC ROSELLA💜💜💜 I would love some more Virelan & Solas & Tulin (the little familyyyyyyyy🥺🥺🥺), perhaps with: comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together?

family family FAMILY FAMILY

Rating: G

Pairing: Solavellan (and leetle boy)

for @dadrunkwriting

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Tulin knew his mamae’s hand as well as he knew his own. He’d played his finger along the scars and creases of it as he fell asleep for as long as he could remember — the little knick on her thumb, the nail that grew in split in half, the rough knuckles that felt like they’d punched everything there was to punch. He wondered if she’d punched demons before. 

He almost asked, half-rousing himself with the curiosity of it, when Mamae hummed and drew her hand from his. “Vhenan,” she said — that word that sounded different, somehow, than the ones she’d said to him. He didn’t know what this one meant. 

The low voice that answered made him blink awake — the man’s form was big and lanky and pale in the dim light from the window. He leaned over the bed to kiss Mamae. He didn’t kiss her mouth — instead he clasped the back of her head and tilted her towards him so he could press his mouth to her forehead. Tulin could see the little glimmer of Mamae’s hidden smile under his chin. 

Then the man glanced at him, reminding him of how he’d looked at him in his dreams. Papae, he told himself. Not the Walker. My papae. It still felt strange. He wondered if he would ever look at this man and feel comforted, instead of like he wanted to stand up straight and fix his shirt.

“Da’len,” Papae rumbled, sitting next to him and laying a hand on his tummy. “I did not intend to wake you.”

Tulin wiggled until he settled better on the bed. Papae’s hand was warm and heavy, and his half-asleep question about whether Mamae had punched demons suddenly felt very silly. “I… was wondering things.”

“What things?” Mamae asked. She laid her hand over Papae’s and hooked her pinkie under his thumb.

Tulin hemmed and hawed, feeling very foolish. His cheeks grew hot and his tummy twisted. “Don’t laugh.”

Papae smiled. “We won’t.”

Tulin grumbled to himself, then blurted out, “Mamae, did you punch a demon? Ever?”

Her smile grew, and grew, until it stretched her face and shone white in the dark. But she didn’t laugh. She just looked up at Papae with twinkling eyes and said, “A couple of times. One rushed you, remember?”

“I remember.”

“It was a demon of Despair, Tulin,” she said, leaning over him — her smile suddenly looked wicked. “All hunched over and covered in a big black cloak. It had claws and its face was all teeth. It flew straight at your Papae like it wanted to claw his face off.”

“But then there you were,” Papae said — he was watching Mamae with a little, thoughtful smile on his face, while she wasn’t looking. His eyes shone like two mirrors in the dark. “You always did throw yourself in the face of danger, no matter the cost. No matter if you were already bleeding.”

“You were exhausted from the Pride demon,” Mamae insisted, looking up at him. She seemed to catch his smile, for her face softened suddenly. “Could barely pull up a barrier in time. So I grabbed it.”

“You grabbed it?” Tulin gasped. 

“And I punched it,” she said, grinning down at him again. “Right in its teeth, again and again until it was pulp.”

“What about your sword?” Tulin asked, fascinated.

Mamae shrugged. “It was too big. I couldn’t use it while holding the demon, and it was so wiggly anyway. Like when I used to try and make you take your bath.”

“Cuz I can do it myself,” Tulin grumbled.

“Tulin,” Papae chuckled. “If you could have only seen her. She pulled me from danger more times than I can count.”

“It was usually your own fault, you know.”

“I do know,” Papae said with a smile, turning towards Mamae. “For you so often remind me.”

Tulin looked down at the hands on his belly, and how Mamae’s seemed to fit on top of Papae’s so well. Her fingers rested between his knuckles — his were not nearly as rough as hers. Before he even thought about it, he reached out and grazed a finger over Mamae’s knuckles, then Papae’s, to test whose hand had punched more things. 

The same moment he did it, he felt so incredibly silly. He snatched his hand back, mumbling to himself, but Mamae tutted and reached for him. “Come back, da’len. I want to see how you’re growing.”

Tulin brightened. “Am I bigger?”

She spread out his fingers, then held her hand over his. His fingers barely met her first knuckle. “Remember when your hand was only as big as my palm?”

“Yeah. And I don’t have any of your marks either.”

Mamae laughed. “You don’t want those. Those come from using a sword, or a hammer. Now look at your Papae’s, see if you match.”

Tulin glanced up at him, feeling wary — Papae’s eyes flashed with a strange sadness, but it was gone as soon as he looked. He held up his hand, and Tulin tentatively reached out to touch it. 

Papae’s hand was a little larger than Mamae’s, and not nearly as rough. Tulin searched Papae’s hand for any scars or marks like Mamae’s, for the familiarity of a callus or a notched nail. He found only a little roughness in the curve of his thumb into his palm. His fingers were long and thin, and Tulin saw more similarity there than between his and Mamae’s short, thick-knuckled fingers. Even the shape of their nails looked alike.

Papae was watching him with a strange look on his face, like he might cry. Tulin hoped he wouldn’t. He wasn’t sure what to do if he did. So instead he piped up, “I think our hands are the same shape.”

Tulin looked away then — Papae’s face had crumpled a little bit. But he didn’t cry. He just took a deep breath and shifted until his fingers laced through his. He held Tulin’s hand tight. 

“A mage’s hands,” Mamae said. “Both of you. Would you look at that?”

Tulin felt a sudden warmth wash through his chest, making his heart feel rough and tight. “Yeah? You can tell?”

Mamae reached for their interlaced hands and plucked them up. She pressed a kiss to Papae’s, then Tulin’s, and held on to the paired fist they made with her rough fingers. She looked up at Papae with her one eye — he thought he saw a tear slip from under the droopy lid of her other one. 

“Only because I know what to look for now,” she said quietly. 

Tulin wasn’t sure if that answer was for him, or for Papae. Papae seemed like he couldn’t speak — his throat kept bobbing up and down, and his brows furrowed in a funny peak that made his forehead scar look deep and dark. He just held Tulin’s hand tighter and lifted it — his, Mamae’s, Tulin’s — until he took his turn to kiss Mamae’s knuckles. 

It was a funny little mess of sweaty fingers, but Tulin suddenly didn’t want anyone to let go. He just kept watching his parents as they looked at each other, wondering what they saw — it must have been important, because Mamae reached up with her stump as if she’d forgotten there was no hand there. But Papae didn’t give her a moment to realise, or to feel bad. He closed the distance, as if she’d succeeded in grabbing him, and kissed her hard. 

Tulin wriggled between them, giggling, and squeezed Papae’s hand. “Ewwwww,” he insisted, growing louder and louder until his parents parted with soft, matching laughs.

Tulin tugged, and their tangled hands came undone. The two grownups leaned over, one at a time, to kiss Tulin on one cheek each. He suddenly yawned, feeling very warm and slow and like every blink was heavy. 

“On nydha, da’len,” Papae murmured, giving him an extra kiss on his forehead. 

Tulin’s last, drifting thought as they both stood up and left his room was that Papae had smelled like Mamae — lemons and spicy warmth, mixed in with his own minty-herby smell. He couldn’t help but giggle again, thinking about how hard they’d kissed, and how nice it was that that was enough for them to smell like each other.

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[ravenizcul]

TWO OF ME #Chapter 1

"Stop staring, Asher." Marcus nudged my side with his elbow. "It's not like she's gonna suddenly poof away."

"She's so-"

"Beautiful. I know."

"Yeah..." I drawled. "I want her."

"No, slow your roll playboy. You can't."

"Sorry, but you can't have my target-"

"Don't want your target, Ash. " He lifted his hands in surrender, a small smile touched his lips. "Just had to remind you. You're still dating Chloe. And Makayla's been all depressed. She called you a hundred times, sent a buncha cards, emails... Posted a video declaring her love... " he whispered the last part with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"What?"

"Wow, you actually care. That's-"

"She still has my number? I thought I deleted it."

He face-palmed himself. "Not improvement."

I sucked on the straw of my mango and banana smoothie. "What's not improved?"

"Your heart, man. After dating half the girls in the school, it's still about the size of my pinkie nail." He showed me a just recently clipped nail, short and uneven, unlike my seemingly perfectly manicured ones.

"I'm pretty sure if it was that small, I wouldn't be alive, Marc."

"Not your literal heart, I mean, feelings."

"I've got feelings." I unlocked my phone and found it was actually a hundred and eighty seven times she'd called.

"Then don't just leave Chloe after just two days of being with her."

"I can and will, but least I have enough 'feelings' to not chase another girl while dating one. " I blocked all Makayla's numbers, having already deleted every trace of her on my phone.

"You know, someday karma could strike. You'll never want to let go, but she will." He took his empty tray and got up.

"She, as in who?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I don't know who it's gonna be,"

I picked up my smoothie and trailed behind him as we left the cafeteria. "'Cause it's never gonna be."

"Someday, Asher. Someday."

[feverinfeveroutfic]

chapter twenty-one: just like velvet

The rain had come into the Bay Area by the time Sam and Alex had even so much as reached the outskirts of Santa Cruz: once they had reached the center of the town in particular, and she had spotted the very top of the boardwalk from the freeway, the rain pattered down on the rooftop and the hood of the car in a thick sheet. Alex shivered and he zipped up his jacket. 

“Glad we didn’t go to Great America,” he confessed to her as she turned the heater dial before her. A blast of warm air hit them both right square in their faces. Sam shivered and she huddled down in the passenger seat next to him. 

She kept silent all the way back to their hotel room: the rain picked up the pace as they neared the parking lot and once Alex picked the third spot on the left of the front doors. When he switched off the engine, he held still with his fingers on the ignition key. 

“What’s up?” Sam asked him. 

“You know what’s one thing I've always wanted the two of us to do?” he told her, and he turned his attention towards her, complete with his eyebrows lowered a bit in thoughtfulness: Sam noticed a little crease forming at the end of his right eyebrow, a small slight indentation the size of his pinky nail. Karma for frowning as much as he did. 

“What’s that?” 

“Go out to the woods and camp out. Just you and me, too—let's go camping.” 

“Okay. When do you want to do it?” 

“This summer, maybe? Barring the fact that neither of us are doing anything. I probably won’t be doing much save for rehearsals with Trans-Siberian Orchestra and jamming with my trio.” 

“You also have graduation this year, too,” she added. 

“I graduate in June, yeah.” He took the key out from the ignition and leaned back in the seat, and he ran his fingers through his feathery hair. “It was just—standing there by the ocean side made me think of it. I had first thought about it when you and I went to the bristlecone pine forest, and more so when you, me, and Eric were in the trailer. But I want it to be just you and me this time, though. You know—before we—” He tapped his finger onto his wedding band, soon about to be rendered completely pointless. 

“Of course,” she said with a nod and a small smile. 

He then peered out the window to the sheets of torrential rain as it all came down over them. Massive puddles already began to form on the sidewalk and the blacktop: Sam glimpsed out her window at the small river coalesced in the storm drain next to the walkway. 

“Okay, now how’re we gonna do this?” he asked her. 

“Lock the doors from the inside and then make a run for it?” she suggested, to which he shrugged. 

“I was thinking of getting the map out of the back seat and using it as an umbrella over my head as I locked the doors, but that’s even better, though.” 

Sam sighed through her nose and opened the door by about half an inch. The fresh smell of rain on the pavement flooded in the interior of the car: stray rain droplets spattered up from the blacktop onto her ankle and her wrist as she reached down for her purse. She then pushed down the little lock on the top of the door. 

She bowed out of the car and darted up to the front lobby; she stood under the awning for a moment with a glimpse back at Alex as he locked the car and made his way up towards her. He kept his head bowed and his eyes partly closed; the two of them then ducked into the warm, dry hotel lobby. He ran his hand over the crown of his head, barely wet despite the downpour out there, and he showed her a little smile. 

“Eh, it’s water,” he remarked. “Never hurt anyone.” 

“Except when it’s suede,” she pointed out. 

“Except when it’s suede!” he chuckled at that. They congregated on the side of the room for a moment as Sam adjusted her purse strap over her shoulder. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, also just slightly wet despite the intense rain outside. Something caught her eye: she lifted her head and she took a glimpse to the far side of the room. She knew that face anywhere, even if it became much more intense and sourer with the passage of time and even if he was walking the other way. 

But Sam still held onto Alex’s shoulder and yanked him back towards the pillar next to the front doors. He gasped at the feeling but then she held him close to her so they were out of sight. 

“What the hell?” he blurted out, and she peered around the round surface of the support pillar. The man turned around a bit and she recognized those eyes even from clear across the room. She ducked back behind the pillar. 

“Oh, shit,” she groaned. 

“What’s the matter?” he asked her in a low concerned whisper. “What’s over there?” 

“It’s Bill. Remember?” 

“How could I forget? The bullshit that idiot put you through all those years ago.” He paused for a second. “Wait a minute, what's he doing here?” 

“Hell if I know,” Sam confessed, and she lowered her whisper even more. Alex huddled closer to her, complete with his hand right down by her hip. She could feel something firm pressed against her hip, something that felt as hard and smooth as his belt buckle. But it wasn’t as high up on his body as his belt, however. 

She turned her head a bit and she gazed up at him with a frown on her face. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye all the while. 

“Alex?” she started again. 

“Yes?” 

“Is that your hand?” 

“Maybe. Why?” 

“Because I feel something firm here.” She dropped her gaze down to his waist as it was pressed up against her shoulder. She could hope that it was nothing more than his belt buckle. “Are you trying to push us to the brink with Bill over there?” 

“No. Are you trying to push us to the brink with Bill over there?” 

“Why would do that, especially with that idiot right nearby us?” 

“’Cause I’m Alex and I'm sexy.” 

She snickered at that, but she couldn’t do anything more than that. She peeked out from behind the pillar again and she saw Bill over the front door with the side of his face propped up in the palm of his hand. He looked to be all alone there, and most of all, age had hit him so hard that it had left a trail in its wake over his body. The overhead lights on the ceiling washed over his pale wrinkled skin as if it was melting off of his skull and his hands. He looked to be in a great deal of pain as well: he shifted his weight right there in the spot before the front desk five times since Sam had brought her attention back to him. Five whole times over the course of a whole minute. 

He grimaced and glanced down at his legs, especially at his knees and his feet. Sam saw that he had gained a great deal of weight as well: a great deal of weight, and something traumatic had happened to him as well, especially when she noticed that something stained the outside of his khakis. 

It had been a whole twelve years since she was at the house down in Lake Elsinore, which meant a lot had happened to him down there as well. 

A concierge strode over to him and told him something as he handed back his credit card. 

“What’s going on?” Alex asked her in a near whisper. 

“I dunno. It's hard to tell.” 

Bill tucked his card back into his pants pocket and shook his head at something. 

“Maybe he was trying to get a room or something?” Sam suggested. She turned her attention back to the front desk right as Bill strode over to the front doors, complete with a prominent limp. 

“Get down! Get down!” she quipped to Alex in a hushed voice. They huddled further back from the pillar right as he strode past them. Alex backed up a bit more just as he hobbled past them; she glanced back at him and the wrinkle to his prominent nose. As Bill stepped outside of the hotel, she caught a whiff of what smelled like a combination of dirt, cigarettes, and old soup. 

“Jeez,” Alex remarked as he brought a hand up to his nose. 

“Yeah. What the hell happened to him?” Indeed, Sam had no idea he smelled so bad once he came within a few feet from them. But then again, she never did come all that close to him while she was living down at the house. 

“Are you sure that was him, too?” Alex asked her again. 

“Yeah. I know his cold gaze anywhere. I'm sure if Marla and Belinda saw him, they’d know who he is, too.” Sam watched him walk out to the car parked on the other side of the lot. Through the pouring rain, she spotted the ramshackle car in serious need of a paint job near the driveway. As someone else walked into the hotel, she and Alex paid closer attention to the car. 

“Yeah,” she told him. “That’s Cassie in the back seat. One of his daughters. I recognize her hairdo which—hasn't changed in twelve years...” Her voice trailed off and Alex shuddered at that. 

The two of them thus ducked out from behind the pillar and they made their way to the elevator, and they returned upstairs to their humble little room for the rest of the evening. An evening of cold dinner and fresh cake courtesy of the restaurant in the lobby. 

“You are coming to the T.S.O. show next month, right?” he asked her at one point. 

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Alex. My hope is that my parents and Marla and Belinda can make it.” 

“I hope so, too!” he proclaimed. 

They both lay down on the opposite sides of the mattress as if they were merely newcomers to each other. 

Sam rolled over onto her back and she gazed up at the ceiling. She thought about Bill back there in the lobby. It had been so long since she had last seen him. 

That may have been just a regular old guy who found his way there to the hotel and couldn’t get in for whatever reason. But she knew his gaze from anywhere, just like how she knew Alex’s gaze from anywhere. But then again, she didn’t recognize Alex at first after he had that short haircut done before school had started up for him, even after she vowed that she would do just that for him. 

But she also recognized Cassandra there in the back seat. It was a miracle that she could in fact recognize that hair, even from across the parking lot and as the light grew dim as well. It was a miracle that she even remembered his daughter’s name as well. She only remembered Cassandra, but she couldn’t remember the other one. 

Indeed, that made her wonder about his other daughter. 

Alex sighed through his nose and he shifted his weight on the other side of the mattress. 

Sam rolled back over onto her side so it looked as though she was about to spoon with him. She considered inching closer to him and putting her arms around his waist right then and there. She wished to feel his softness right then and there, his comfort. The soft boy who held her close to him as she walked along the side of that back road when she found out the truth about Joey. The soft boy who held her close to him as they huddled in the back seat of his car while they were stranded up at Tahoe together. 

But she never did: instead, she fell asleep, and she never moved a muscle the whole night. 

The next morning, they turned in their rental car and took the first flight out of the Bay Area and back to New York City. It wasn’t until halfway through the flight when Sam remembered that her parents had officially moved to New York themselves; at first, she believed that she hadn’t said goodbye to either of them before they left the airport, but then she remembered it once Alex showed her some notes for a round of song lyrics that he had just written. 

“Who’s it for?” she asked him. 

“Don’t know. Might be for Testament or my trio—we shall see, dear Samantha.” 

They fell back into silence, albeit a comfortable bout, on the rest of the flight home. Within time, Sam recognized the Twin Towers off in the distance, strong and high even as they sailed throughout the heart of the sky and they eventually descended down towards the earth beneath them. The lights of the skyline glittered under the hazy, November afternoon sun: at least the next round of snow had kept itself at bay for the time being. She sighed through her nose as a wave of relief swept over her. The feeling that they were finally back home for the time being. 

It wasn’t until they reached the hustle and bustle of the curb right outside of the airport when she recalled the camping trip that Alex had suggested to her the day before. A little trip out in the woods in the upstate area, perhaps near Lake Ontario and the same place that she and Eric had gone to together that evening. Or perhaps closer to Ithaca, near the hole in the wall and the place where Stormtroopers of Death had pitched themselves up for a bit. 

At least they were planning it all well in advance, especially when she brought it up to him again as they made their way to his car in the parking lot. 

“Spring break, maybe?” he suggested as he started up the car. 

“I hope I don’t have anything happening then,” she told him. “And I hope you don’t, either.” 

“That’s true. And from what I've been told—just remembering it as we’re coming home—the spring is supposed to be pretty hectic for me. I'm really going to be getting into song structure and composition and whatnot.” 

“You know that stuff like the back of your hand, though,” she pointed out as they rolled towards the entrance. 

“Tell that to my professors, though,” he assured her with a raise of an eyebrow. “Really, tell them that. I'm going to have to study up on this stuff a lot more and I'm also going to be getting into other instruments, too. I want to get a head start on it, too.” 

Something about his words made Sam think back to her other major, which she wasn’t able to focus on so much because of her commitments to fashion. “You know what?”  

“What?” 

“I’m gonna go more into earth science after I graduate,” she announced. 

“Well, you better get a head start on that,” he told her. “You know how these things go this time of year, Samantha.” 

“Hence the ‘head start’ part,” she told him. “You saying that made me think of that and it inspired me.” 

“Aw.” He showed her a little grin at that. 

And all the while, they couldn’t stick around there at the apartment for very long given Alex had the release party with Trans-Siberian Orchestra that evening as well. The release party followed by a short break of a couple of days and then the first date of their tour of the East Coast. 

He offered Sam to join him but she told him to go ahead with it. 

“I have to call up my now-good as hell counselors about my other major and signing up for it,” she told him. 

“Oh yeah! Yeah, you are committed, aren’t you.” He cracked her a smile as he put on that suede jacket and stepped out of the apartment; he blew her a kiss before he closed the door behind him. 

During that little break, she collected her notes and all the things that she needed to know ahead of time before she went into it all as it followed up her graduation that spring. Indeed, one thing that she found out almost right away was that she had to dive headfirst into it all within a day of graduating. 

“Wow,” Alex declared as he took his spot at the bar on the other side of the kitchen counter. He had spread out a little black book over the counter before him and she soon realized that it was an agenda, brand-new. But she wondered as to how long he had that as the edges of the outside cover had a bit of wear and tear on them already. 

“Yeah,” she replied as she stirred the pot of homemade beef stroganoff to go with their pasta. A nice warm meal on a cold blustery day. 

“So, our little trip is off then?” he asked her, slightly disappointed. She remembered the whole gist of the trip, too.  

“Well, between interning with fashion and studying up to go into earth science, the summer’s gonna be busy for me,” she pointed out in a single breath. “All I knew is that it begins the first week of summer and keeps on going all the way to the fall without any loss of momentum. Except—” 

“Except?” 

She tapped the spoon on the edge of the pot and then she hesitated for a moment. 

“Well, no,” she remarked. 

“What?” 

“We don’t wanna do it over Labor Day,” she advised him with a wag of the wooden spoon. 

“Well, yeah, and besides, that’s always rough—way too many people,” he said; he examined the agenda sprawled over the countertop for a few seconds and then his face lit up. “Oh yeah!” 

“What?” 

“My counselor and I have figured out that, should everything go over well this next semester and I get the classes I sign up for in May, I’ll have Mondays off this next fall. So, it’ll be ten three-day weekends for me plus Labor Day.” 

“First couple of weeks are always a good breather, anyway,” she pointed out as she stirred the pot. “Especially with what I’m gonna do.” 

“He also tells me the one class that I need for my senior year—songwriting—doesn’t start session except on Tuesdays at noon, either,” he recalled. 

“So, on the way home, we can stop for breakfast!” she declared as she set down the spoon. She then picked up a pencil from the drawer next to her and she leaned over the counter for the page of the calendar. 

“So, we got a date?” he asked her with a smirk on his face. 

“Yeah. September tenth. It'll be my early birthday present to you.” 

“That’s another three-day weekend! Again, if I'm not too swamped then, let’s go to Coney Island again.” 

“Ooh, yeah!” 

She watched him write “Coney Island” under the twenty-ninth. Things didn’t seem as crazy for the year 2001 after all as she gave the pot another stir: the year after would definitely be intense with Alex’s graduation and their nulling their marriage. 

She hoped that they both could keep the secret as she dolled herself up for the Trans-Siberian Orchestra show in the concert hall downtown from their apartment: a little black dress that pressed snug against her full body and a long black coat that extended all the way down to her knees. Given it had snowed the night before, she knew it was impossible to wear the high heels she wore to her and Alex’s wedding. But she reached the brick building and the back door, and she found her way in as if she worked there at the venue. 

A thick black velvet curtain cascaded down from high in the rafters to the back part of the stage and she wondered what the rest of the place looked like as she knew that doors were about to open soon. 

Alex told her to wait by the side stage until he had dressed and then he would direct her to where she needed to be in comparison to the rest of the orchestra. All the memories of standing on the side of the stage came flooding back to her as she reached a sliver of light between the curtain and the bricks. 

Sam stood at the far side of the stage with her arms folded across her chest. Her parents were about to show up at any given second, as were Marla and Belinda; she peered out through the sliver in the curtain, at the vast sea of low dark chairs as they stacked up against each other on the cold stone floor. She glanced up at the ceiling, at the floodlights and the lasers, as well as the centerpiece: a big bluish white star that glowed as though it had been for thousands of years. The sight of everything around her sent a shiver up her spine and she imagined some more snow flurries on the inside of the concert hall just to give it more of a Christmas feeling. 

As she lowered her gaze to the balconies and the doors at the very far side of the room, Sam then felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and she was met with a short bob of dark hair over a thin black leather jacket, a Rolling Stones shirt, a black leather miniskirt, and ragged old scarlet tights and black leather boots. She wore a leather miniskirt despite it being the middle of December in New York City. 

“Hey, Zelda!” she declared. 

“Hey, you!” Zelda put her arms around her for the first time in what felt like forever, even though it had only been a few months since they had last seen one another. 

“Oh, my god—how are things?” Sam asked her as they held back from each other. 

“I’ve seen better days,” she replied with a shrug. 

“Aw, what happened? Trouble in paradise?” 

“I guess you could say that. Between the hiatus and—” She cleared her throat and lowered her voice a bit. “Frankie and I have been fighting a lot lately and I think he wants to separate.” 

“Oh, damn.” Sam peered over her shoulder to ensure they were alone on the side of the stage. The stagehands in red and black shirts scurried about the place to set up the sheet music, the drum kits, the pianos, the guitar stands, everything, but otherwise, they were in fact alone there. She then returned to Zelda. “Do you mind telling me at all? I won’t tell a soul. Not even Alex.” 

Zelda bowed her head and swallowed. She was silent for a moment, and then— 

“He wants kids where—I don’t,” she explained, complete with a slight roll of her eyes. “He's more of a family guy where I'm more career-focused. In fact, in hindsight, I saw that when we were dating a couple of years ago. Frankie wants a family and why I didn’t see it then, I’ll never know.” She shook her head and sighed again. “If there’s anything good to come out of all of it, it’s that I've been writing a lot more lately, more songs, more poems—short stories! I've actually written some little folktales. There's a lot of difference between me and him, and I just—”  

She shook her head a second time and then she closed her eyes. Sam pursed her lips as she knew that she and Alex were about to end their marriage in the coming months. 

“I don’t think it’s gonna work out between us,” Zelda continued with a blank expression on her face. “There's just too much of a glaring difference between us and one that I don’t think we’ll be able to fix, either. It's a shame, too, I actually really liked Frankie and he confessed to me that he had a crush on me for years. The whole thing was like a—a castle in the sky, as I called it in one of my poems.” 

“You know, I just think back to your wedding and Zetro was there,” Sam confessed. “I couldn’t hardly get the look on your face out of my head. I still can’t.” 

Zelda nibbled on her bottom lip, but she never said anything to that, especially when she showed off her left hand. Indeed, she had already taken off her wedding rings. 

“It was so deep in my memory that I had to draw it,” Sam continued. “Good practice with facial expressions, too.” She stopped as she noticed that Zelda was shrinking back a bit. 

“Zelda, is there something you want to tell me?” she asked her in a low voice, and Zelda shook her head. But Sam could see it in her eyes: the sparkle was there. She knew a fever when she saw it even if the other person didn’t have to tell her about it. The look of animalistic lust and true love melded into one, like a burgeoning magma chamber ready to erupt, such that it burned throughout their body. No way to relieve it unless they were within range of whom they had their eye on. She saw it in Alex, she saw it in Joey and Cliff, she saw it in Zelda, and most of all, she saw it in herself. She knew what it looked like because she had seen it herself after all these years.   Something under wraps there. 

“Hey, can you keep a secret?” Sam suggested to her. 

“I’ll take ‘em with me,” Zelda vowed. 

“Alex and I are going to void our marriage.” 

Zelda gaped at her. “What! You're kidding!” 

“Not at all,” Sam replied with a shake of her head. 

“Wow. Wow! I’d thought you guys’d cruise, at least for the first year—just knowing how long you both have known each other. What happened?” 

“We just figured that marriage isn’t the right thing for us,” she continued with a shrug of her shoulders. “We’re still going to be best friends, though.” 

“Why am I sworn to secrecy, though?” Zelda asked her with a tilt of her head. 

“Because if word gets out, we’re both going to take it up the ass from both of our parents,” Sam explained. 

“Oh, god, you’re telling me,” Zelda groaned with a roll of her eyes. “Charlie, his sisters, and Frankie’s mom are both on my ass right now because they all pitched in for our wedding and put up the money to make any of it happen.” 

“I mean, we both acknowledge that they’re going to find out sooner or later,” Sam explained, “but we want it to make it look like we’ve made it last somewhat, though.” 

“That’s kind of smart, actually,” Zelda noted with her eyes squinted and her hands tucked into the pockets of her leather jacket. “If things weren’t as stormy, I probably would take a page out of you guys’ book with Frankie.” But she shrugged, and then she glanced about the area around them. 

“Where is ol’ Mr. Alex, by the way?” she asked Sam. 

“He’s getting ready for the show tonight.” Sam turned her attention back out to the audience. “Hoping my parents can show up soon enough—the doors just opened and they’re usually never late.” 

“They’ll be here,” Zelda assured her. “Knowing your dad, they’ll be here before you know it.” 

A soft ruffling noise emerged from behind the curtains to the right; Sam and Zelda both turned around as Alex all but stumbled out from the shadows, wrapped up in that long velvet coat that the former had made for him out of her sewing class. His pressed black trousers had a little smudge of silver glitter on the front, and his belt buckle hugged the bottom hem of his vest and his silk shirt. Sam flashed back on Aurora and Emile’s wedding and how glamorous he looked: it was like that afternoon all over again, but he missed his long hair. She expected him to wear a top hat upon the crown of his head, all to make the gray sliver on his hair poke out just a bit from the top of his forehead. 

He adjusted the lapels of the jacket and she saw that the waist hugged the fullest part of his hips a little more than before when she first made it for him. 

“Samantha, I think I've gained a little weight,” he confessed to her, “—I don’t remember it being this snug around my hips.” 

“Oh, you’ll be fine,” Sam teased him. “I made that thing extra big so it’ll fit no matter what happens to you.” 

“You've always had a little more pushin’ for the cushion, anyway,” Zelda added. 

“Hey, Zelda,” Alex greeted her. 

“Hey—” she breathed, and she gave him a look from head to toe. “Me-yow,” she declared. 

“Isn’t he stylish?” Sam remarked. 

“Yeah. He's a complete and total babe, Sam I am.” Zelda flashed her a wink, and Sam remember that she had in fact seen Alex in the buff at one point. But then again, she did, too, so all she could do was snicker to herself. 

One of the stagehands hurried up from behind Alex and whispered something into his ear. 

“Oh, shit. I gotta go. Come with me, Samantha.” 

“I’ll be—” Zelda gestured out to the rest of the concert hall. “—out there somewhere.” 

“And we’ll be back here!” Sam proclaimed, as she followed Alex into the wintry, velvety darkness, velvetier than his own jacket. 

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When the stars fall asleep masterlist⭐Part 1 - The Jar of Stars guide⭐< Chapter 15 | Chapter 17 >

16. Moon days and rowdy hormones

“How come I always bump into you at night?”

You startled and spun around, a wood log in hand. Your forehead burnished in sweat, a pot full of water rested on the stove, and a towel cloth slung over your shoulder. “I just wanted to warm some water. I don’t know how turn this on.” You said, flustered, and gave him a timid smile.

“Are you ok?” A quick concern enveloped his features. He placed the lantern on the island countertop and steered around it. Skillets and saucepans of different sizes hung above it, clacking at the rhythm of the breeze sneaking in through the window.

“You’re pale.” He muttered. Your body jerked up when you felt the back of his hand pressed on your forehead, then he took it off.

“I’m not sick, I uh… I’m on my moon days.” You scratched the spot behind your ear, eyes drifting around. “Cramps.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” You snorted.

“Move,” he said and you stepped aside, handing him the wood, and he shoved it into the firebox. “What do they teach at the school for ladies?” He quipped.

You smiled cheekily, tossing your head a bit, making it swing, and tapped your chin with a fingertip. “Good manners, to walk straight, diplomacy, to smile until our cheeks sprain. Poetry, to play the piano, and tuck away what we think. Anyway," you reached out for an apple from the fruit basket, wiped it off with your shirt and took a bite. "Nothing useful." You mumbled and swallowed. “We have people to do the menial work for us.” You sneered, leaping onto the central countertop, one hand resting flat on the cool surface. Levi squinted at you.

“It’s clear that you learned well.”

“These things are only convenient if you want to be the wife of a merch or a lordling. I hope you don't mind.”

Levi almost choked on the smoke. He coughed. “Mind what?”

“Me not being a proper lady. You and I are getting married, duh.” You munched on the apple; its juice dripped down your fingers.

He stoked the coal and ashes until his flushed face lit under the flickering flames. He turned away and closed the firebox door with a thud, then hung the poker in the nail on the wall. Your gaze followed him as he dragged a stool in front of the wall pantry, and climbed up. He stretched out his arm and grabbed the shiny silver-handled kettle from the top shelf. Amused, you covered your mouth with a hand and held back your laughter.

His glower pierced through you.

Water burbled out of the tap, filling the pot. He stirred it a bit, flipped the lid close and set it on the stove top. He wouldn’t squander away the fire.

Levi leaned back against the countertop, and folded his arms over his chest, legs crossed at his ankles. “How can you be so sure?”

“The stars told me so.”

His gaze landed on your hand, your slender, supple fingers rested a few inches away, tapping rhythmically, alluring. He bit his lower lip, his heart began to pound. During a spur of the moment, he thought of holding on to your hand and never to let go.

Instead, he placed his dangerously closed to yours. Your drumming halted, only your forefinger remained suspended in mid-air. Your blood warmed up and began to rush fervently through your veins. Your hand slid half a centimeter toward his, then his moved closer. Your gazes never met, they remained fixed on the sooty wall.

Closer, and closer, until your pinkies collided. Neither of you flinched, neither of you pulled away. Little fingers laced and twiddled idly.

“What if they’re wrong?”

“They’re never wrong.”

Then, it was just you and him and the crackling and popping sound of the fire. Each was trying to take control of the battle of pinkies. He seized yours, but you managed to slither free.

“Levi.”

“Uh?” He turned his face in your direction, his eyes slipping over your profile. You had long lashes.

“Nothing.” You held his finger tight. “I like saying your name.”

He let out a chuckle as a tingle reeked in his belly, and looked back at the stove.

“Y/N.”

“What?” Now it was you drinking his sharp jawline.

“Do you know the story of Icarus?”

“Yeah.”

“I feel like Icarus and you are the sun.”

You gaped at him for a few seconds, then your lips curved into a sheepish smile, your cheeks blushing. Your eyes drifted down, ensnaring with your toying fingers.

“I promise I won’t melt your wings.”

“Great, I don’t want to dive into the sea and die.”

Levi gulped, and snatch the towel of your shoulder, walking towards the heat. He took off the lid of the pot and dip the tip of his forefinger into the water. Not too hot, not to cold, and put in on a pot rest.

He placed the cloth inside the vessel, then wrung off the excess of water, folded in a square and handed it back to you.

You gave him a shy smile and thanked him before slipping it under the elastic of your cat paws pajama pants, and once again, silence embraced you.

“You’re handsome,” you contemplated coyly, “and you smell good.”

Levi smiled, unsure, shy, feeling control slip through his fingers. He gulped and stood before you, caging you between his arms. He inched forward and you reeled backward. He noticed some loose hair curling over your ears that had escaped from your high bun and fought the urge to twirl them in his fingers. He was so close you could feel his breath fanning over your face. He moistened his lips, and a lusty tingle grazed your core.

You felt like crashing your mouth against his, savor him.

Levi's repertoire of looks is very broad. There are icy, nervous, hurt, worried, and hot, like the one now. A look that could be translated as 'I want to eat you', flecked with tension.

It must’ve been the hormones, you told yourself, again and again, hoping you’d eventually believe your lie.

The whistle of the kettle barged into the kitchen.

From the set of canisters resting against the windowsill, Levi took the largest one and the smell of peppermint grazed your nose when he opened it. He put two spoonful of dried herbs in the teapot, then filled it with water and waited quietly for five minutes.

The chair squeaked against the floor as you dragged it along, while Levi placed your cup in front of you. Then he sat down at the other side of the table. He held his mug in an odd way, and your tried to mimic him.

You only lifted it by a few millimeters before dumping it on the table, spilling drops of the precious liquid. Hissing, you flitted your hand in the air, seeking relief. “How do you do it without burning?”

“It’s a secret I won’t share with you.” He displayed a haughty smile. “Feeling better?”

“Yes. You’re so sweet and kind.” You placed the mug on the table with a soft thud. “Plus, you make the best tea.”

Levi took a swig, feeling the warms spreading through his chest. “Sweet and kind?”

“The sweetest and the kindest.” You winked. “At least to me.”

“Don’t say that.” He rolled the eyes.

“Are you afraid you’d lose your cool?”

“Do you want stable duty for the rest of the month?” He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over the chest and raised a brow.

“You are already off the podium.”

You talked for a while longer, about everything and nothing, while the candles burned out. Before you left, you leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. A ‘thank you for everything’ peck. Bewildered, Levi rubbed it off and you glared at him. But you were persistent, and bombarded his other cheek. “Don’t you dare or I’ll cut your hand off.” You batted your lashes playfully, and rushed to your dorm.

Again, the butterflies beleaguered his stomach, however, this time he did not think of slaughtering them.

*

A few days later, the corridors filled with your gleeful, out-of-tune singing as you headed to Levi’s office to drop off some paperwork and reports from Hange. The titan enthusiast, almost every morning, entrusted you with the same task. They never had time to carry them themself, nor any of their subordinates, they suspiciously claimed. In truth, Hange was having fun playing cupid. And they weren’t just doing it for you, but for the rest of the scouts. A Levi in good spirits was more... indulgent. Thus, it was a win-win for everyone. You looked chipper too, greeting back those who said good morning to you, and walking with a jaunty step. After what you did for Claire, the girl with the countless freckles and you made peace.

“Hey there!” You cheerfully said as you closed the door behind you. “Hange. Again. I think being their emissary is not so bad.”

“Hey.” His eyes scooted to you, then back at his work.

It was summer. His jacket was draped over the back of his chair, and he wasn't wearing his cravat. Her forearms were exposed, shamelessly, stealing glances from you. You placed the stack of documents at the end of his desk, and sighed, resting your hands on your hips.

You opened your mouth to talk, but immediately regretted it. Rather, you headed towards the door, but a hubbub in your chest made you stop. In lieu of leaving and sleeping on it for another day, you garnered courage and spun around.

“Levi.”

“Uh?”

“Would you... uh... would you…I was wondering if you’d have dinner with me? I know a nice place in the capital and...”

“Sure, why not?” He spouted without taking his eyes off of his paper work. The document he just signed joined the pile of reviewed reports, and he grabbed another one from the tallest stack. He muttered something inaudible as he dipped the quill in the inkwell; the tip scratched on the paper.

“I mean as in a date.” You finally dropped it.

The quill abruptly halted. He didn’t lift it. Levi was staring at you with wide eyes. The ink bled, leaving a smudge at the end of his signature, growing wider and wider. “Shit!” He growled, and placed the quill on the holder. Dumbfound, he met you again, fingers nervously fiddling under the table. “A date? You and I?”

“Yeah, unless you want a double date.” You shrugged.

“Tch. I mean... why? We don’t know each other that well to go on a date.”

You lolled your head to the side and rolled the eyes. “That’s what dates are for, you silly, to get to know each other better.” A tingling sensation grazed your face.

Levi blinked several times, refraining from banging his head against the wall.

“So, yes or no?”

“Y....yes.”

“Awesome, I’ll send a letter to make the reservation. ‘Gastof’ must be booked solid for the next two months. Don’t worry, I can do some magic and get us a table for within four weeks. I know it sounds a lot of time, but it's the best I can do.” You winked, fluttering your fingers in the air.

“‘Gastof’?” He lurched. Of course, he’d only heard the name. That’s where the king and noblemen and other fat pigs dined. Now you had to rob a bank or serve for at least five lives in the Survey Corps to afford an appetizer. 

“Yeah, anything wrong?” You swiveled around.

“Nothing.”

You cast a smile at him over your shoulder, your hand resting on the doorknob. “I’ll let you know the details.” You waved goodbye and left.

However, halfway to the training field, you stopped in your tracks, turned around and retraced your steps, dashing back to his office.

“Levi!” Again, the door opened and all Levi could see was your head.

“Uh?”

“I have no intention of exploiting you, but...

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