#of other people at all or even eat in public even though she’s hungry

[cherienymphe]

Basic Training III (Peter Parker x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON(not reader), DUB-CON, mentions of MURDER, violence, kidnapping, captivity, public sex, degradation, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, ptsd, housewife kink, cop!Peter

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summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. You’re the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.

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You didn’t sleep all night, leaning against the side of the bed and staring at the wall. For the first time in days, you actually felt like you were all cried out. Your eyes felt tight, your throat felt dry, and your body still felt weak. As the rays of the morning sun began to bleed through the white curtains, you stared at the food that was barely touched.

You needed to eat.

You knew that, but you just couldn’t. The only thing you’d been able to stomach was your water, and now you had to pee again. You’d tried to open the bathroom door, but it was locked, and you shuddered at the thought of having another accident. You could hear people walking up and down the hallway as you sat, could see the shadow of their feet moving past your door, and anytime you were tempted to reach out and ask for help, you thought about Jane’s words.

You didn’t want to be sent back down to the basement.

Just as you stood to go towards the window, you heard footsteps stop before the door. You could hear a key scraping the metal of the knob before it turned completely. Jane was the last person you expected to see but was the first you hoped for. You threw your arms around her before she could close the door good. It didn’t prevent her from locking it though, and it occurred to you that she and anyone else here probably expected some kind of escape attempt from you.

You didn’t even know how you’d go about one.

The thought made you sad for multiple reasons, and you watched her eyes fall to your food.

“You didn’t eat…”

Her tone had you swallowing.

“I’m not that hungry.”

She gave you a look that you couldn’t place before moving to the bathroom, using that same key to unlock it. You didn’t hesitate to use the bathroom, wondering to yourself if it was going to be like this forever. Would your hygiene depend on someone else and the key in their hand? As if she read your mind, Jane spoke.

“Normally, Peter will be here, and this will be unlocked, but he’s been caught up with work…”

The mention of his name had your heart sinking, and you struggled to swallow. You looked towards the bedroom as Jane ran your water, and you took it in with new eyes, now knowing that it was the room you were supposed to be sharing with Peter. The thought had you shaking, and you didn’t say anything as she urged you to get undressed.

You noted that she didn’t stray as you bathed, and your eyes fell to the water. It only just occurred to you that she might’ve been instructed to keep you in her vision at the risk of you hurting yourself. The stray thought had come and gone, but you didn’t think you could. You didn’t have the strength to try and run away, nor the strength to at least attempt to take your fate into your own hands. A few tears escaped at the thought, and when you finished and dried off, Jane handed you another simple gown.

You were quiet when you left the bathroom, hesitantly sitting down on the bed. Jane mentioned something about bringing you more food, but it went in one ear and out the other. Your head hit the pillow, and you stared at the wall for too long before it began to blur and then darken completely.

The next time you peeled your eyes open, the smell of food hit your nose. It took a while for you to register where it was coming from, and you lifted your head, eyes landing on the nightstand with a frown. The sight of it made your stomach hurt, and you turned away. You struggled to stand, making your way to the window, and you pushed the curtain aside.

The vast yard in front of you made you swallow, eyes widening as the land seemed to just go on and on and on. You could see a garden or two, clothes hanging off of a clothes line, and three familiar faces that made your heart sink. Steve and Bucky and that fourth cop from that day were standing near a tree, talking. The smiles on their face and the relaxed way in which they held themselves made your stomach turned, and when the other two laughed at something Bucky said, you turned away with tearful eyes.

How could they be so at ease after what they did? How could this be normal to them? You were wrong to think you were all out of tears, a fresh wave spilling over as you sank back into the bed. You laid down again, squeezing your eyes shut and twisting your fingers into the bedding. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat no matter how appealing it looked. You almost felt bad for whoever cooked it, and your vision started to blur again as your mind desperately sought out sleep.

The next time you woke up, your mom was on your mind.

You thought about how paranoid she’d always been your whole life. Something about you being a sickly baby and the legitimate fears the doctors had that you wouldn’t make it. You obviously had, but her worry had remained the same. She was always so concerned, and you remembered the way you’d roll your eyes at every text demanding to know where you were during each stop of the trip.

Now, though, you’d give anything to talk to her.

She had only wanted to make sure her only child was safe, and you could only imagine what she was thinking, now. She hadn’t heard from you in days, and as she had your friends’ numbers too, their phones would be going straight to voicemail too. She’d be thinking the worst…and she’d be right. The thought made your eyes water, and you pressed your hand to your mouth.

There was no telling what she was going through and what she was doing. It had been more than 48 hours, so she’d definitely be able to list you as a missing person, by now, but at the same time, the first 48 were crucial. Combined with the fact that the people who’d taken you weren’t some amateur assholes but instead professional cops with resources at their fingertips… It wasn’t looking good, and you found yourself feeling more sad for your mom than yourself. You were all she had…

…and now you were gone.

It was hard to say how long you drifted in and out of sleep. You did have a faint memory of Jane coming into your room and unlocking the bathroom. Had she done that twice? Three times? Her hand in yours as you leaned your head against the counter was clear as well as the memory of her urging you to drink something.

You were half awake when you heard the voices outside of your door.

“She’s not eating…”

It was Jane, but you didn’t recognize the other voice. It was a man, one you hadn’t met yet, and his voice was striking. Very deep and almost soothing as it lulled you back to sleep.

“Nothing?”

You surmised that Jane had shaken her head.

“I tried, but she mostly sleeps…and cries. She’s going to get sick eventually. She can’t…”

Jane trailed off as the stranger gently shushed her.

“Steve won’t be happy if this goes on for much longer. I’ll talk to Peter about it.”

You’d fallen asleep after that, unable to hear the rest of the conversation.

Day after day, Jane brought you more food that mostly went untouched. She unlocked the bathroom to let you use it and bathe, she tried to pull you into conversation, but it was in vain. You didn’t want to get her in trouble with Steve, you didn’t want to get anyone in trouble with that man, but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. You wallowed in bed and cried, and you had the brief thought or two that maybe this was how you’d die.

The sound of running water was what woke you up one morning. It was early, too early, and when you opened your eyes, the sun was just barely starting to peek over the horizon. You felt weaker than you had in days, struggling to push yourself up into a sitting position. You saw the food on your nightstand, and your eyes passed over it without a second thought.

The light from the bathroom lit up the room, and you thought to yourself that Jane had never come this early before. You couldn’t face her, didn’t want to see that disappointment and fear on her face at the knowledge that you hadn’t eaten yet again. You heard the water stop, and her shadow passed over you as she stood in the doorway. With a deep swallow, you turned over.

…and froze.

Your eyes connected with deep brown ones that you’d only looked into a handful of times.

All in the same day.

You were paralyzed for half a second before you hurriedly sat up, pushing yourself into a sitting position to face him head on. Peter looked so different outside of his uniform. It had made him look boyish, the opposite effect, like a kid playing dress up. Now, dressed normally, he looked more intimidating than he had then, and you didn’t take your eyes off of him.

Any words that had been on your tongue were dried up.

He didn’t say anything, just moved out of the doorway to lean against the wall. You remained still as he drank you in, dark eyes roaming over you. There wasn’t a mirror in the bathroom, nor the bedroom, so you didn’t know what you looked like. You could only imagine. You didn’t need a scale to know that you were lighter…you could feel it.

You didn’t know what to make of him after everything. Before, he’d just been some overly friendly cop in the small town you were passing through. Then, he was standing by as his friends killed your friends. Now, he was the sole reason you were trapped in this house surrounded by strangers who probably wouldn’t hesitate to do you harm.

Peter had chosen you.

…and you hated him for it.

“Your water’s going to get cold,” he finally told you.

His voice was soft as he leaned against the wall, his hands behind his back, but you didn’t move. Jane had said that Peter was nice, that he’d be good to you, but what did that mean in the grand scheme of things? Your friends were dead, and you were being held against your will.

Still, your bad dreams made you toss and turn throughout the nights, and like every other morning, sweat clung to your skin. Hesitantly, you moved across the bed, and when your feet touched the floor, you shuddered. Peter didn’t move when you made your way into the bathroom, and you kept your eyes on him. When you made to close the door, his hand pressed against the wood, and he didn’t move to look at you as he spoke.

“Keep it open,” he told you. “I won’t look.”

You didn’t trust him, but you also didn’t have a choice. After a while, you eventually dropped your hand, undressing and making your way to the tub. Peter remained where he was as you bathed, keeping his word, but his presence itself made you uncomfortable. With Jane, it was easier to pretend this was something other than what it was. With Peter, not so much.

You silently cried as you scrubbed yourself, draining the water and drying yourself off when you were done. When you looked up, Peter was holding another gown in the doorway, only his arm visible. You hadn’t even noticed he’d had it, and hesitantly, you took it. Peter looked at you when you stepped out, and you looked away.

“Jane said you haven’t been eating…”

You blinked at that, climbing back into bed, ignoring the food. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that Peter sounded worried. You simply shook your head, laying back down. You could feel him standing there, feel him staring at you, and after a while, you heard him move closer.

“You need to eat.”

“Why? Will Steve get mad at you if I don’t?”

The words had come out before you even thought about it, slipping from your lips without care, and when Peter didn’t respond right away, you’d expected the worse. You heard him sigh and then felt him sit on the edge of the bed.

“He’ll get mad at you…”

His words had your heart sinking.

“…not me.”

You felt his hand touch your shoulder through the covers, and you jerked, moving away.

“He’ll put you back down there…for however long he needs to,” Peter whispered, and it sounded like the thought saddened him.

You thought about that night down there where you saw him on the other side. At least, you were sure it was him, and you thought about how he’d walked away, how that might not have been entirely his choice. You bit your lip at the thought of going back down there, at the thought of Nat and how Bucky said she’d been down there for almost four months. That made you shake, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Help me help you,” he softly said. “…because I don’t want you to go back down there either.”

Tears wet your cheeks, and you sniffed.

“You could help me get out of here.”

You knew what answer you’d get even before you finished talking, holding in a sob as you turned over to face him. Your gaze was pleading, and Peter was looking into your eyes with a frown.

“Please…”

“I can’t-.”

“Why not? Why?” you cried, pushing yourself to your knees. “Why did you do this to me? Why me? Why?”

Your voice was getting louder, and Peter was quick to grab you, pressing his hand to your mouth. You sobbed and screamed into it, pushing at him as he held you down, trying to quiet you. Once you started, it was like you couldn’t stop, and it was that first day all over again. Peter shushed you, holding you to him as he sat up, pulling you with him.

He was steering you towards the window, and you tripped over your feet as he did.

“Look,” he whispered, pushing you towards the window. “Look!”

You did, and you wished you hadn’t.

Through the opening of the curtains, you could see a woman. Her hair was brown, but as the light started to catch it, you could see it take on an almost reddish hue too. Your heart raced as you stared at the sight before you, watching as several men, some of them you didn’t recognize, stood around her. You watched Steve grip her arm, fingers digging into her fair skin, and you knew it was fair…

…because she was naked.

You wanted to turn away, but Peter’s hand held your chin, forcing you to watch as the blond fucked her with all the force and anger of a bull. The sight made you cry harder, watching with wide eyes as he forced himself on her in front of everyone like it was the most normal thing in the world. One of his hands dug into the back of her neck while the other held her arm.

It took your breath away, and as your crying ceased for the moment, you could hear her cries. You could hear the way she was sobbing just as you’d been, and you could hear Steve groan with every thrust of his hips. Her hands were tied together on the other side of some thin tree, and more tears spilled over just as Peter’s lips brushed your ear.

“That’s how Steve punishes…”

You shuddered at the words.

“That’s what he does when Margaret talks back or when she doesn’t cook dinner right or if she looks at him with anything less than a smile.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, and Peter loosened his hold on your chin.

“That’s what he does to get her in line,” he whispered, stepping back and pulling you with him. “…and if he tells me to do that to you…”

He dropped his hand, fingers brushing over your arm and turning you to face him. You couldn’t stop crying and shaking, and Peter wiped your face, looking over you.

“I can’t say no.”

Your knees buckled, and Peter caught you. He shushed you as you sobbed in his hold, lowering you both to the floor, and his hand rested on the back of your head as your forehead brushed his chest.

“I don’t want that for you,” he murmured into your hair. “That’s why you have to behave. That’s why you have to eat.”

You shook your head, a loud choking sound climbing out of your throat.

Even before this, you knew you needed to eat, even if only to keep your strength, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Even knowing what possibly laid ahead of you if you didn’t, you couldn’t. The thought made your stomach turn, and you slid down, head falling into Peter’s lap. You could feel him playing with your hair, and your chest grew tight as you tried to drown out the sound of what was happening outside.

For the second night in a row, you woke up on the floor. You still couldn’t bring yourself to eat anything, and Peter hadn’t forced the issue since that morning. The sight of some woman, Margaret, being raped in the yard for all to see had shaken you beyond belief. Peter said he didn’t want that to be you, and you didn’t want that to be you either.

He’d let you cry and had left you alone, something you hadn’t expected. When night came, the sight of him climbing into the same bed you’d been sleeping in had frozen you. You hadn’t been able to move, just looking at him with wide eyes, trembling. He hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even hinted at touching you, but still, when he turned out the light and his breathing grew even, you hadn’t hesitated to grab your pillow and slip out of bed.

The floor had been your bed for two nights, now.

Even if it was more comfortable, sleep would still be hard to find with a stranger sleeping in the same room as you. It didn’t matter that you were ‘his’ now and that Peter was the nice one, the good one. Nothing about any of this was good, and being stuck with the so called nice one meant nothing when he was still complicit in the murder of your friends and your kidnapping and captivity.

Sleep hadn’t been easy since that day, plagued with nightmares and the images of your friends’ dead bodies. It was normal now for you to wake up in cold sweats before going back to sleep. To wake up with a heaving chest and tearful eyes as the fresh memories haunted you. It wasn’t normal, however, to wake up wet.

You frowned at the feel, face scrunching in confusion as you slowly pushed yourself up. Your confusion grew the more you moved, and then the smell hit you, and you blinked back tears. Embarrassment paralyzed you, and you couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. You didn’t even remember wetting the bed when you were a kid, and you sucked in a shuddering breath.

You were afraid to move, afraid to make any more of a mess than you already had, but the sound of your soft sobbing was louder than you thought. You jumped when light flooded the room, and you looked up, your tearful gaze meeting Peter’s confused one as he peered over the bed.

“I’m sorry,” that was the first thing you said. “I’m sorry. I…”

You trailed off into sobs as Peter moved. You could still see Margaret when you closed your eyes, humiliated by Steve in front of everyone for something as simple as dinner or a smile. Now, here you were, sitting in your pee because of nightmares and memories that terrified you beyond reason. However, Peter didn’t yell when he neared you.

He didn’t even look angry.

“Hey,” he softly breathed, reaching for your hands. “Hey, it’s okay.”

He gently pulled you to your feet, one hand coming to rest on the back of your neck as he leaned your head against him.

“You’re okay,” he whispered. “Let’s just get you cleaned up.”

You shook the whole way to the bathroom, still convinced that this would end in a way that would have you wanting to die. You repeatedly wiped your face as Peter ran the water, and he brushed by you when it was done. Embarrassment stabbed at your heart when you pulled the nightgown off of you, hurrying to sink yourself into the water.

Peter was moving around in the room as you scrubbed yourself, and you surmised that he was cleaning the floor. You closed your eyes at the thought, remembering the nightmare that had aroused you from sleep. Michelle’s bloody mouth as it opened and closed, face twisting into something terrifying. It wasn’t real, but MJ was still dead, and you were still alone.

When Peter came back, he didn’t look at you as he placed a new nightgown on the counter. Your gaze drifted to the water, and you fumbled to drain the tub. You ran cleaner water, washing yourself again, and you couldn’t stop yourself from crying as you did. Your hands shook, and telling yourself you couldn’t hide in this bathroom forever, you finally got out.

Peter was sitting on the edge of the bed when you returned, and again, despite his demeanor, you still expected something harsh to happen to you. You looked away when he looked at you, your eyes finding the floor.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t… You didn’t do anything wrong,” he told you, making you look up. “You’ve been through a lot.”

His words made you both sad and angry. Sad because it was true, and angry, because it was his fault. When he stood, it was sudden, and it made you flinch, taking a step back. Peter reached for you anyway, his fingers taking your arm, and he guided you towards the bed.

“Take the bed,” he urged, pushing you towards it.

You looked at him, unsure, but he insisted with a sweet smile.

“Take it. I’ll sleep over here,” he gestured to the floor, the side of the room you hadn’t made a mess on.

You didn’t trust it at first, warily watching him as he grabbed a pillow, but when he turned out the light, you had no choice but to. You hesitantly laid down, your head hitting the pillow and your eyes staring where Peter was laying. You could just make him out with help from the moonlight, and you didn’t take your eyes off of him.

You were scared of a lot of things in the moment, but mostly that you’d wet the bed again. It was humiliating, and Peter’s kind words didn’t make you feel any better about it. You stayed up, just staring at him, waiting for him to get up and turn into Steve at any moment. Staring at him and waiting for him to hurt you, rape you, humiliate you some more.

Sleep found you against your will, and when you woke up, Peter was in the bathroom and a fresh tray of food was on your nightstand. You stared at it for a long time, eyes watering as you thought about Margaret and Steve, and you didn’t know how many more of them could go untouched before the blond barged in here and forced Peter to punish you.

You flinched when Peter opened the bathroom door, seemingly surprised by the sight of you awake. You couldn’t hold his gaze for long, looking away, even when he stopped right before you. You could hear him playing with your food, tasting it. Last night was heavy on your mind, but then he spoke, and you forgot all about it.

“Your mom lives in New York, right?”

You perked up at that, heart dropping as you slowly sat up, looking at him with wide eyes.

“What…?” you asked in a small voice.

He said her address, making your skin grow cold, and you opened your mouth to speak when his next words surprised you.

“You’re an only child, so…she has to be worried, has to be beside herself with it,” he continued, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, bringing the food with him. “Especially since you stopped contacting her out of the blue.”

You didn’t understand where he was going with this, but it scared you.

“I could check on her if you want…”

His soft words had you freezing, brows drawing together in confusion.

“It would only take a few days.”

Peter reached for you, his finger touching your cheek, but you were so frozen with shock that you just stared at him.

“I could let you know how she’s doing,” he whispered, and you released a shaky breath.

A few tears escaped, one catching on Peter’s hand, and he pushed the plate of food in front of you.

“If I promise to do that for you, will you eat something?”

You blinked, more tears escaping, and you frantically nodded.

“Yeah?” you nodded again, and he smiled. “Okay.”

He scooped up some scrambled eggs, guiding the spoon towards your mouth, and for the first time in days, you ingested something more than water and a crumb of food.

#dark!peter parker #dark!peter Parker x reader #dark peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #marvel #peter parker imagine

[dqrciedaily]

baby arsenal headcannons, arsenal wfc x teen!reader

a/n: i am so so so sorry that this isn’t an actual fic but i’ve left yous without anything for like two weeks so take this 🥰🥰🥰

warning - this isn’t proofread so pls ignore any mistakes x

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1. she is maths no.1 public enemy - literally will stare at her homework for two hours instead of actually trying it. then the next day at school she gets in trouble for not doing it but she genuinely couldn’t care less because she’d rather have them email lia than try do trigonometry

2. her tiktok reposts and twitter likes have fans speculating like there is no tomorrow - she’s definitely liked transfer rumours on twitter before as well as reposting things she shouldn’t be and she reposts things that happened way back way but people think it’s about her current situation, leading to some very concerned fans in her tiktok comments and instagram requests.

3. baby girl has stina and laura wrapped around her finger - she’s cold? stina’s gonna give her the jumper she’s wearing. she’s hungry? laura’s up to make her something to eat, even though maus is perfectly capable of doing it herself. they’re basically on her beck and call.

4. she always curses out players in german on the pitch - when she was younger her brothers taught her the art of cursing people out in german then speaking in english to confuse them. however this did not work when arsenal played chelsea and she went flying after a tackle from nüsken, who very obviously understands german, leading to maus getting a yellow.

5. which leads to the next point which is that she gets her fair share of yellows - giving katie a run for her money, although most of hers come from back chatting the ref and not from actual gameplay, although she isn’t afraid to put in a heavy tackle here and there.

6. her + kyra = little shits on steroids - on the first media day of the season they decided to put y/n and kyra in three of the same interviews, let’s just say absolutely nothing productive happened until caitlin had to come in to do an interview with the two of them.

7. she’s lia’s no.1 reason for her early gray hairs - firstly maus is awful at answering phone calls, so if she’s out with her friends and lia needs something best believe she cannot contact her. secondly the amount of emails the school sends her may send lia into overdrive, she genuinely couldn’t care less if y/n didn’t do her homework as long as she’s passing all her classes, which she is (besides math but lia doesn’t need to know that.)

8. y/n has the best outfits - her instagram feed is filled with mirror pics of her outfits and they’re all just so good!!! she’s known for her fashionable clothes throughout the woso community.

9. she gets really really really nervous when doing interviews by herself - she already refuses to do orals in school because they stress her out too much, so after her first full 90 for arsenal she gets called to do an interview and poor girl is swaying from side to side the entire time, stumbling over her words and overall looking like a deer caught in headlights.

10. the first time she brings a girl or boy home lia gets a group of the girls to pretend they’re over for dinner without telling y/n - so then when y/n gets home she sees most of her teammates there and very hastily shoves her ‘friend’ upstairs, before going over to the girls who all tease her. then when she’s upstairs in her room with her ‘friend’ they all take turns coming upstairs to walk past the closed door to hear what they’re talking about.

11. she is a hugger of note - the first time she meant all the girls minus her shy demeanour she hugged every single teammate she met. she is also a massive cuddler, on the team bus she makes ours sit in the window seat (much to the brunettes complains) then uses kyra as a pillow which 1. forces kyra to be quiet because she doesn’t want to wake y/n and 2. she can’t move around the bus as she wants deciding to annoy everyone which the other girls are very thankful for.

12. her first crush on a girl was laura freigang, who she had seen around the german youth camps before - she even told her parents at one stage that she was going to go to penn state just like lau did but that phase was short lived when she then developed a crush on one of her teammates in her age group instead.

13. in another life she’s a dj who lives in ibiza - literally no explanation needed, she truly is a party animal at heart and would go to all the festivals and raves possible during the off season.

#darcie’s drabbles #woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc #arsenal wfc x reader

[screeching-bunny]

Yandere! Cheerleader Hcs

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who basically rules over the school and can get anything she wants done. Isn’t afraid of threatening people into submission to keep them quiet. She has absolutely no morals.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who views you as a threat during your first months of school. Understandable though, you’re just so stunning and drop dead gorgeous that she couldn’t help but feel a little threatened.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader gets thrilled whenever she sees someone breakdown in front of her. She gets kinda power hungry whenever she sees this. Definitely treats other people as toys and stepping stone for her goals.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader meets you in her chemistry class for the first time and instantly has a strong feeling in her chest. She brushes it off thinking that it’s because you’ll be her competition for Queen Bee soon. Does everything in her power to make sure your first days at school are a living hell but is very discreet about it.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is in denial over the fact she likes you. Her heart is beating fast because she hates and her cheeks turn red everytime you pass by because of anger. It's totally no because she likes you or anything, don't be ridiculous!

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader realizes her feelings when she notices how optimistic you are. No matter how much she puts you down you’re always so nice and kind to her. The more she sees you the more she appreciates your whole being. It’s not fair that you’re making her feel this way!

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader will be extremely nice to you if she ever acknowledges that she likes you. Will offer you to eat lunch with her and will basically parade you around school like a trophy. You can say goodbye to a peaceful school year.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader forces her minions to keep tabs on you. She wants to know what you are doing at every staking minute. Definitely despises it when others take up your time when you’re supposed to be with her.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who is scarily smart. She’s one of the top students at your college and basically always aces all her tests (can’t relate).

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader blackmails everyone you associate with to stay away from you. Definitely will cyberbully people into killing themselves if she feels the need to. Like I said she isn’t afraid of bullying people in person or online so don’t be surprised if your former friends move to different schools.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader has extremely rich parents which is why everyone is afraid to stand up to her. If anyone tries anything against her then they can say goodbye to their job or business.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is the younger sister of Yandere! Jock. People often think that one of them is adopted due to how smart Yandere! Cheerleader is and and how dumb Yandere! Jock is.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who loves spoiling you with luxury items. You like that Chanel purse? Well consider it yours because she’s already at the register with it in hand. Her love language is definitely gift giving and expects gifts from you even if they aren’t expensive. If you ever gift her a rock she’ll treat it as if it’s gold.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader enjoys showing you off in front of everyone. She enjoys it when you guys go on date nights at a public area. It helps establish the idea to everyone that you belong to her.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader definitely enjoys it when she makes you cry. Your tears look like beautiful crystals rolling down the side of your face. However, will get extremely livid if she sees anyone else making you cry. Only she gets to see that expression from you. Will definitely emotionally and mentally destroy that person.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader loves the sound of your voice will. Will definitely record your and listen to the audio on repeat. Likes to study with you and will ask you to read a textbook out loud so she can record your voice. Studies and scores on test better this way.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is the more dominant one in the relationship. She loves it whenever she’s in control and how much more power she has over you. She loves seeing you quiver under her gaze.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader does not deal with anyone’s shit even if they have more authority over her. Professors are definitely not respected by her and she treats other students like animals.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader is drop dead gorgeous. She could easily be a model on the cover of Vogue if she ever wanted to. Has thousands of admirers in and outside of school.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader enjoys attention and specifically if it’s from you. Would like you to praise her every second of the day and compliment her. Disregards everyone else though they don’t matter nearly as much as you do to her.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader will destroy your life if you ever try to reject her. She will make sure that your parents will be begging on the streets for money and that you’ll come crawling back to her for some help. She is extremely rich and dependable after all.

🌟 Yandere! Cheerleader who always gets what she wants and no one is stopping her from having you.

Pt.2

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[agirlandhersweetdelusions]

Vampire girlfriend who is too shy to feed on her partner in public even though she's starving. It's not that she isn't dying (not literally) to taste your blood, but her bite is a little too pleasurable for you to handle. Bystanders and commoners shouldn't get to see her lover that way, so she takes matters into her own hands - well, fangs. 🩸

Feminine Reader X Vampire Girlfriend

CW: Mentions of blood, slight panic attack, heavy smut, some aftercare, wlw themes as the reader has a vagina.

"Honey," you whisper in her ear despite the fact that she's seated next to you. It was a sunny afternoon, and both of you thought it would be a good idea to have a picnic at the park.

Your girlfriend, a vampire, was the most excited for it. She loved indulging in outdoor activities even if it meant wearing loads of sunscreen. You, however, wanted to make sure she was safe so instead of a walk, you suggested sitting under a large umbrella and playing a card game.

You had just accepted your second defeat at Uno when you heard a low rumble similar to the others that had been occurring for the last few minutes.

"You need to eat." Keeping your voice low wasn't necessary, but it was best to approach her with sensitivity when this subject came about.

Already, she was leaning away from you with her brow furrowed. Her fangs peeked out as she pursed her lips.

"No. I can't. Not here. You know the feeding is a private thing between -"

You cut her off, "I know. I know, but that's the point of a picnic, isn't it? We get to wear our spring linens, sit with the tall grass, and share a meal together. I already ate the berries and the sandwich you packed for me. You haven't had a thing to eat all day."

She rolls her hands, but the anguish rolls off her shoulders at your words. A hand covers her belly. She's starving. Normally, winning at anything would've had her pumping her fists with joy, but she's resigned.

You straighten, eyeing down the rest of the people enjoying the day. There are a few children playing with chalk near the sidewalk, and an older gentleman reads a book on an adjacent bench. It's definitely not as packed as you would've thought.

Still, you need her to eat, but more importantly you need her. The first time she fed on you she neglected to mention that her bite would trigger a sensation that felt like fireworks going off inside your body. It was a rush, pleasuring crashing down on you in waves. Perhaps, you craved it, but she didn't need to know that.

Except that she already did.

*GF POV*

She was achingly warm beneath the umbrella. It was a sweet gesture, sure, but a black lace umbrella was hardly doing anything more than being out in the bare sun.

Still, she loved your willingness to accommodate her. She just wished you would be more considerate of how beautiful you are.

You surveyed the park, and she could see the increasing worry flitting in your eyes. You wanted her to eat, to feed. You wanted it because you cared about her deeply, but it doesn't end there.

The act of her fangs breaking your skin made her stomach twist. It seemed like it hurt, but she knew better. The quiet moans that escape your lips as she barrels down, forcing her fangs deeper into you replicate the way you bend at her every whim when she's between your legs.

Your head becomes weighed, and she ends up supporting you as she finishes drinking. Her tongue laps out to catch the last ruby droplets as she prys herself away from you. Of course, by then you're already nuzzled against her, two orgasms in and basking in the afterglow.

Presently, she could sense the lust wafting from you in clouds. It was a red haze that ate at the edges of her vision. She's only ever experienced it with you.

You were needy, hungry for something that wasn't a summer crisp peach. She was hungry as well, but for a meal and the writhe of your warm skin against her chest.

She stands, covering her soulless eyes with a pair of shades. You give her a puzzled look before realizing that she's in direct sun.

"Baby -" you start, but she's already walking away.

"Come with me, dear girl. I have something for you, and you have something for me, too," she says as shooks you a pointed look over her shoulder.

She doesn't turn to see you stand, but your footsteps quickly approach from behind. You haven't caught on yet.

The two of you walk for a few seconds in silence before she takes you by the hand, interlacing your fingers to make lukewarm bliss.

"You were right as much as I hate to admit it. I'm starving, darling."

"I knew it!" You exclaim. Thus, your excitement takes over. You become so lost in conversation that you fail to recognize the cautious looks that your girlfriend gave to the area, and that the scenery had changed from postcard to halloween attraction.

You stop walking immediately once the fog reaches your feet.

"The woods. We're in the woods?" You ask, puzzled. It all becomes a little too much when nobody responds to you.

She's gone. Your girlfriend is gone and you are alone with the scream of the crows.

Unfortunately, you were too busy celebrating your ego to map the way back out. How could she leave you? Is she ok? Did something happen?

Sweat beads up on your palms, and you close your eyes. Before long, sticks begin to crackle around you, disrupting your attempt at calming.

Your heart hammers in your chest.

"Don't come any closer! I'll do whatever you want just leave me alone!" You shout at the sky. The answer doesn't come in the form of a voice, yet in a blink you're pinned to an oak tree. The impact jars you. Blinking to recover your vision, you expect to find a merciless killer.

Instead, two voided eyes stare back at you, and you realize there are hands grasping at your hips. The nails are long, wild.

"Sorry, dearest, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I know you're just as eager as I am."

There is no trace of love in her voice, yet the way her hands caress your skin, sliding up your waist to hold you in place - you want her more. She's gone full vamp.

"I had to bring you out here. You know that I'm not keen on sharing my meals," one of her hands finds their way to your chin. You're forced to meet her eyes.

"Sweet girl, I am so fucking hungry, but I feel like it's cheating when I go straight for the bite. Do you mind if I prep my lunch?"

You nod weakly, and she smirks before burying her nose in your neck. At first, you think she's lost herself and that a nip followed by pain and pulsing pleasure will come. What follows is only pleasure.

Her clawed fingertips dig into your skin. The tip of her tongue kitten licking over the spot she drank from last before she continues on her predetermined trail.

Wet kisses pattern themselves over your neck and down your chest. She doesn't bother to remove your shirt, but she pays extra attention to where your nipples would be under the fabric.

"Your heart is beating quite fast, darling. I love it. Did you know -" she stops to plant a series of kisses on your inner thighs.

"You taste so good when your blood races. It's like a martini to me," and the way she laughs after, drunkenly, excitedly has your heart going at light speed.

"Let's get these off. They're in my way, and I wouldn't want to rip them after last time. You loved those panties so much."

You raise your hips in response, allowing your girlfriend to slide your bottoms and the soft cotton down to your ankles. She briefly holds your hand and guides you out of the tangled mess of clothes before giving you a light shove back to the tree.

She doesn't speak, but a low rumble emits from some part of her body. "did she just purr," you think to yourself. The thought isn't entertained for long. You hardly have time to contemplate anything before her pointed tongue is on you again.

She wastes no time latching your hands onto her hair. "Still yourself," she mumbles, mouth full of you.

Her lips wrap around the bundle of nerves surrounding your clit, and her shoulder relax. For a moment, she regains a bit of color to her skin, and she hums.

The vibrations travel like electricity up your spine, and you moan in unison with her. Instinctively, your hips buck into her. Her claws only sink deeper into your flesh, and you fear that she may draw blood. It wouldn't be the first time, but you love the way she feels right now.

The air is filled with the smell of pussy and wet moss, the trees are still. Her desperate grunts and your whines join the chorus of crickets.

Peace doesn't last for long though as her tongue works its way into you, her nose brushing your abdomen. Her tongue. Her fucking tongue. It curves into a perfect point, and you swear she can move the base and the tip separately. She has to because how else would she be tickling your g-spot and filling you so sweetly.

"B-baby," you try for a sentence, but the words evaporate from the building heat in your core.

She grunts again. A hard slap lands on your hip. Instantly, you are empty, grinding against the cool night air for friction.

Your girlfriend belly laughs, her face glistening in your juices. You apply pressure to her head in a weak attempt at coercing her back into place. She slaps your hands again, and eyes you down.

"Count." She says the singular word as if it holds weight.

"Count for what?"

"Count. Count to three, darling." Again, she speaks to you as if you're fine china, yet the distant and unwavering gaze she holds on your cunt doesn't settle the itch that lurks beneath your skin.

You swallow hard.

Your voice comes out meek.

"One," you hesitate to see her reaction, but she is stone still on her knees.

"T-two." Her eyebrow twitches and you feel your hips being released the smallest amount. If you dropped a pin into the brush, you'd hear every pittering sound wave.

Your lips part to say "three," but as if she can hear the words gurgling up from your throat, she moves. She is fast. Inhumanly fast and you only know she's moved because of the indent in the grass where she was.

"Fuck."

It's the last thing you think before you see red. The rest of the rainbow follows along with a few stray stars, but you couldn't name a single color. They meld into one - burgundy - as she sinks her freshly sharpened fangs into the side of your neck.

She doesn't go deep. Hell, her tongue was deeper in your pussy than her fangs have ever gone into your flesh, but the feeling is cosmic.

You're weightless. Your veins are nothing more than vessels for her, and even though the current is being sucked out of you, it feels like it's rolling down to your clit.

Pulsing throbs beat in the sensitive nub, and you fight her. Your body needs her again. She doesn't deny you. She continues to feed, yet one of her hands snakes down to your cunt. She pinches and rubs circles across your neediest areas.

A strangled gasp leaves your lips. Tears well up in your eyes, and you begin to feel dizzy. Every tug of her fangs is a phantom tongue inside of you, fucking you against the moist bark.

You reach into the darkness for her, stretching across that burgundy haze. She rubs faster, targeting your clit with a few slaps when you get too loud.

"Need to cum. Please, let me cum. Please. Just don't stop fucking me," you're drunk on lust. She isn't even inside you, and here you are begging the woman that's taking your blood, your life from you.

She complies. At least, that's what you assume because you begin to contract. Spasms of lightning echo through your limbs, and her movements take on a harmony of their own. Your wetness becomes a melody. She rides you through your orgasm like an instrument that she's playing a dozen times.

She doesn't stop until you do. The colors cease to swirl in your mind. Light as feather you are when you begin to slide towards the earth. She supports you. Her body clothespinning your back to the tree as she finishes.

Her fangs make their slow retreat from your neck. Pulling out feelings nearly as good as being fed on. You whimper quietly, and she chuckles at your exhaustion.

Once her fangs are out, she uses her tongue to lick the wound clean. You heal quickly from her saliva, and no trace of pain is present.

She finally lowers you onto the grass. Following suit, she kneels in front of you. A cold hand stroking your cheek.

"Thank you, darling. I was rather peckish this afternoon. You made a fine meal."

You smile hazily. You can make out her figure through your blurring vision, but sleep is coming for you.

You feel yourself being lifted, the up and down of footsteps lulling you into a comfortable rest.

"We'll be home soon, sweet girl. I've got you," your girlfriend whispers to your sleeping form.

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[sunflowersandsapphires]

With your steady hand

Of Oak and Ivy, Chapter 3

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

summary: Matt and Foggy go head to head in a prank war, much to your dismay.

warnings: Swearing, fluff, descriptions of homesickness

a/n: Did I mean to make everyone cry in this chapter? No. But here we are. (Honestly, from what I can remember, crying was a popular pastime my first semester of college.) We get a little Foggy vulnerability as a side dish for the Matt and Reader vulnerability. I had a great time with this chapter so I hope everyone enjoys!

w/c: 5.6k

Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, you pushed the food around your plate indifferently. Your stomach balked at the idea of eating, but you were aware that you needed to. The only thing you’d eaten in the past 48 hours was dry cereal, and that had to be bad, right? 

“You ok?” The quiet, concerned voice of Matt from beside you made you jump. In your groggy haze, you’d completely forgotten he was next to you, and, honestly, that you were out in public at all. 

“Yup. Fine. Just not hungry.” Was the bland response you gave. It didn’t appease either of your friends, both of them frowning with worry. You’d been acting…off for over a week now. The cheerful, silly personality that Matt had unwittingly fallen for retreating into a worn out husk of a law student. Though he couldn’t see, Matt would bet dollars to donuts that the bags under your eyes were prominent given how sluggish you’d been recently. Not to mention that you hadn’t spoken up in any class the past few days, which was extremely out of character. 

Though Matt was too afraid to admit that he could tell, he knew your blood sugar was extremely low right now. Oddly enough, you weren’t lying when you said you weren’t hungry.

“Are you sure you’re feeling ok?” Foggy prompted, seemingly following the same train of thought that Matt was currently on. “You didn’t eat much. Did you catch that flu that’s been going around?” 

You shook your head, giving a thin smile. “Nah, just not hungry. I’m ok, guys, promise.” 

But neither guy was convinced by your lackluster argument. After studying quietly in their room, and neglecting a plate of takeout, you muttered something about having chores to do and headed home—much to the dismay of your friends. 

“Ok, what the hell is up with her?” Foggy scoffed, feigning annoyance despite the obvious worry in his tone. 

“I wish I knew.” Matt affirmed, falling backwards on his bed and throwing his arms over his face. 

“She said she wasn’t sick. Did something happen?” Foggy questioned. 

“She might be stressed, midterms will do crazy things to people.”

“Yah, but when she gets stressed about school she is usually all…ramble-y and stuff. Not like this. It’s like she’s not even here.” The air in the room swished as Foggy gestured wildly, his passionate concern aggravating his already violent hand movements. 

“I know, Fog.” 

“You should try talking to her. She’s more likely to tell you.” Foggy accused, rolling his eyes. 

Matt just snorted in disbelief. 

“You laugh, but we both know it’s true. You have a ‘special connection.’” The blond’s voice swayed on the last two words, as if he were a middle schooler pointing out Matt’s crush. 

“Bullshit.” Matt snarked. 

“You wound me, Murdock. You think the heart eyes you two are always making at each other can escape my powers of observation?” What?

“How on earth does a blind man make ‘heart eyes’ at someone?” Matt chuckled, trying to cover up the way his chest was pounding at the thought of his feelings for you being returned. 

“Uh, you tell me, dude! It’s goddamn unbearable. Not only are 90% of the women on this campus ogling you at all times, but you’re too infatuated with our mutual friend to even notice, and you refuse to date her. How am I even supposed to flap my wingman wings?!” 

“I told you, Foggy, she deserves better than I can treat her.” Matt groaned at his roommate’s insistence. 

“Yah, yah, lie to me all you want, Murdock, I’m taking notes for my best man speech at your wedding.” Foggy shook his finger at Matt who smirked. “Seriously, though. If anyone is going to get to the bottom of whatever’s going on with her, it’s you.”

“Hmm, I know she works tonight, I’ll see if she’ll talk to me about it during her shift.” Matt plotted aloud. 

“Keep me updated, man. I worry about that little jitterbug. She’s too sweet for this cruel world.” Foggy sighed, running a hand through his long hair. 

“Unfortunately, I think you’re right about that.” 

Breathing shakily, you ripped the elastic out of your hair and began massaging your temples, to no avail. The pounding ache that had settled over your skull remained, increasing the likelihood that you’d burst into tears from ‘pretty likely’ to ‘it’s a miracle the breakdown hasn’t started yet’. Feeling a lump build in your esophagus, you turned to Jen, who was working at the bookstore with you as you slowly fell apart. 

“You ok, babes?” Your roommate prompted, attentive gaze not missing your glassy eyes and choked inhales. 

Not trusting your voice, you shook your head, looking at her pleadingly as your lip quivered. 

“Aw, love!” Jen pulled you into a hug, siphoning tears from your eyes almost immediately. “What’s wrong? Still missing your mom?” 

“Mmm hmm.” You choked out around a sob. Squeezing you tightly, she hummed in understanding. 

“Why don’t you go sit in the back for a little bit? I’ll be fine holding down the fort.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive, babes. Go watch a movie or something. I’ll yell if I need ya.” 

Nodding dolefully, you rubbed at your damp eyes and padded to the closet-sized employee break room in the corner of the bookshop. 

Twisting his cane in his sweaty hands, Matt blew out a breath before entering the quiet store. His walk over from campus had been tumultuous despite the short distance. It had quickly occurred to him that cornering you at work might not be the best plan of action, unless alienating you whilst ruining the beautiful trust you currently held for him was the goal. 

Against his better judgment, he shoved open the door, trying not to wince as the bell chimed to signal his arrival. Hesitating for a moment, Matt realized it wasn't you at the counter, but your roommate. 

“Hi Matt!” Jen greeted him. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too, Jen,” Matt smiled, though the knot of nervousness in his stomach was expanding after hearing your soft cries coming from the break room. “Is, uh, is she working tonight?”

The older girl hummed knowingly, “Yah, she's in the back.” Matt thanked her but she called after him before he could find you. “Just, be gentle with her, ok? She's having a tough week.”

Nodding in understanding, Matt gave what he hoped was a comforting 'I promise not to spook our mutual friend' thumbs up, setting off to keep you company. 

Knocking on the open door lightly, Matt heard you sniffle and scrub at your face in an attempt to look put together before responding. “I'll be right out, Jen—”

“Not Jen.” He answered simply. “Just a friend who thought you might want some company.”

Your muffled footsteps wandered towards him, pulling the door ajar when you reached it. 

Matt's confidence stumbled, your salty tears and wavering breaths immediately setting him on edge. “Tell me to fuck off and I'll leave. I just thought—” His words were interrupted by a grunt of surprise as you fell solidly against him, arms winding around his waist. 

“Hey,” His hands slid up to anchor you, one sprawled over your shoulders while the other stroked your hair to offer succor when you began to tremble with renewed sobs. “Hey, you're alright, I gotcha. I gotcha.”

Wiping your face with one hand, you stood up, removing your arms from around him.  “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry all over your shirt. Shit, I'm so sorry, Matty.”

“Don't worry about that, sweetheart.” Matt's hand drifted to your clammy cheek, swiping a stray tear away when it fell. “That's why I'm here. You…” He paused, choosing his next words carefully. “You seemed like midterms were weighing on you, and I thought you could use some extra support. Let's go sit, yah?” Tenderly taking your hand, he let you guide him to the musty couch, closing the door behind you. 

As Matt collapsed into the ancient cushions, he could feel the plumes of dust rising from the impact. Scrunching his nose against the resulting tickle, he eagerly enveloped you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your head when you settled against his chest. “Did you want to talk about what's going on? You had Foggy and I quite worried when you ran out on us this afternoon.”

Exhaling shakily, you unconsciously arched into his touch, his hands rubbing slow circles into your lower back. “I don't know, Matty. I...it's a long story, I'm sure you don't want–” 

Feeling you tense up beneath him, Matt could practically hear your thoughts as you distanced him from the root of your vulnerability. “Don’t shut me out, sweetheart, please. Anything you want to share I will gladly listen to.” 

“It’s stupid. You’re going to think I’m a baby.” You murmured, tracing the buttons on his shirt. 

“I would never, bubs, you know that. You’re the strongest girl I know, that’s why I’m so worried about you.” 

“You don’t have to worry about me, Matty.” 

“Well, tell me what’s up with you and maybe I’ll stop.” He smirked at you and you groaned, though your lips twitched marginally.

You muttered something under your breath and, though he could hear you just fine, he scrunched his brow dramatically. “You’re going to need to speak up, dear, I didn’t catch that.” He cupped a hand around one ear, grinning when you rolled your eyes and shoved him. 

“I said…I really miss my mom.” You admitted feebly. 

“Aw, sweetheart, that’s not stupid at all!” Matt’s expressive face pinched in sympathy as he waited for you to continue. 

“I’ve been talking to her over the phone pretty frequently but it’s not the same. She’s all I had growing up, I’m not used to her not being…here. God, that’s so childish!” 

“No, it’s not. I may not be homesick for the orphanage, but I haven’t had the easiest time adjusting either.” 

“Really?” 

“Yah, bubs, really. There are things about this new freedom that I enjoy, of course, but I do miss the familiarity of my old routine. It’s not childish, I promise.” Running his hands over your arms, he smirked. “You know what is childish?”

“What?” 

Bending at the waist, Matt drew his cane from the floor and turned it to display the two plastic circles that had been haphazardly slapped on the black foam handle. Taking the cane from him, you traced a finger over the new decorations and giggled. 

“What the fuck?” Disbelief and humor slowly halting your tears, you looked eagerly to Matt for an explanation. Two standard googly eyes, placed at a lopsided angle, wiggled at you as you passed him back the item in question. 

“My thoughts exactly.” Matt chuckled. “Foggy bought a bag of googly eyes at the dollar store and has been sticking them to everything in our room. I had to pull a pair off of my glasses before coming over here.” 

“You should’ve left them on. Let everyone know what a serious law student you are.” You snickered, snuggling against Matt’s chest again. “Why, exactly, did he choose to do this?”

Matt chuckled, “I think it was his idea of a prank. Pretty minor offense, though. He’s told me horror stories about the things he and his brother used to do.” Shuddering, he bit his lip to keep from purring as you began rubbing his back. “It’s kind of…sweet though? I think it’s his way of showing me I’m like family.” 

His throat clenched as he spoke that realization. You smiled, squeezing him tightly. “That is sweet, Matty. I hope you realize how much we care for you.” 

“We?” The dark haired boy can barely contain his tease as he gave you the most innocent glance he can muster. 

“Shut up, trouble. You know I care about you. Even if I’m not putting googly eyes on all your stuff. To be fair, though, I don’t think I’ve ever pranked anyone.” 

“Really?” Chuckling incredulously, Matt was surprised that you’d never played a practical joke, given your adorable goofiness and slight pettiness. 

“Not that I can recall. Is that weird?” Your mind was quick to plummet back into anxiety, worrying that Matt would be alarmed by your lack of a normal childhood. 

“Of course not, bubs. It just seems like something you’d find funny, is all.” 

“Aren’t they…mean?” The hesitation in your voice didn’t surprise him, his heart suddenly swelling with an intense desire to shelter you from anything harmful. 

“Sometimes, but not the ones I’m planning.” He assured you. 

“What did you have planned?” 

“Well…” Matt eagerly divulged his schemes, egged on by your renewed giggles and steady heart. If pranking Foggy would make you happy, he’d gladly involve you in it. 

A few days later, you were practically glowing with excitement as you “studied” beside Matt. Echoing footsteps in the hallway outside the door sparked a gasp and you spun towards Matt eagerly. 

“Is that him? Is he here?” You nearly squealed. 

Chuckling at your darling, albeit very caffeinated, display of giddiness about a terrible prank, Matt shushed you. “That’s not him, sweetheart, but you have to keep your game face on.” 

Raising your arm in a mock salute, you jested. “Sir, yes sir.” 

Dutifully returning to the book on your lap, you took a few inadequate notes on the chapter before the door unlatched, Matt threw you a grin. “Act natural.” 

Foggy traipsed into the room, immediately picking up on the unusual vibes in the air. 

“Hey…” Looking between you and Matt skeptically, he dropped his book bag to the floor unceremoniously before crossing his arms over his chest. “Didn’t know we had a study group meeting today.”

“Oh we don’t, I was just bored so I called Matt to see if the two of you wanted to hang out.” You shrugged nonchalantly, turning a page in your Civil Procedure book. 

Matt was absolutely floored when the lie slipped between your sweet lips with sincerity. Given all the energy you’d exhibited before, he’d assumed you’d reveal the prank far too early. Trying not to look at you with the surprise that overtook his mind, he added, “I told her that I was studying for CivPro and invited her over. Is that a problem?” 

Foggy narrowed his eyes at the pair of you, clearly not convinced something fishy wasn’t afoot. But his disbelief didn’t save him. Vaulting himself onto his semi-lofted bed, an inglorious noise shattered the tense silence in the room. 

As you burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, Matt was forced to continue to prank on his own. “Oh my god, Foggy, we have company.” 

Turning beet red, the blond spluttered in response, “That wasn’t—I mean, I…SHUT UP!” Ripping back the covers, Foggy found the culprit instantly and hurled it towards Matt. 

With a smug grin, Matt tilted his head towards the scrap of thin rubber. “What is this, Fog?”

“You know damn well what it is, you ass!” Foggy scowled, hopping off his mattress to point at Matt accusingly. “A Whoopie Cushion?? What are we, five??”

Still in stitches, you were leaning against Matt who was holding you up with a single arm. Foggy was unamused. “You know, I expect this childishness from Murdock, but you?” The long-haired law student bit out your last name as if he were a teacher scolding you for distracting the other students. “I expected better of you. Fuck this, I’m leaving.” 

That broke you out of your state of humor. Launching yourself off of Matt’s bed, you stumbled towards your sulking friend with less grace than intended. Your over caffeination and extended time sitting had quickly drained the blood from your head. “Foggy, wait—Woah…” You swayed on your feet. Thankfully, Foggy caught you before you could hit the carpeted cement with your entire body weight. 

“Christ, jitterbug, you don’t have to pass out on me to keep me here.” He sighed, handing you gratefully back to Matt who pulled you into a seated position at his side once again. 

“Sorry,” You apologized sheepishly, “Got light headed. But please don’t leave! Matt was just teaching me how to prank someone.” 

“She’d never pranked anyone before.” Matt explained further. 

“Never?” Foggy whistled. “Fuck. Guess you’re forgiven then. Murdock, you’re still on my shit list.” 

“For a Whoopie cushion? I’m sorry, are you not the roommate who covered a blind man’s stuff in googly eyes?” 

“Et tu, brute!” Laying a hand across his chest in mock offense, Foggy’s eyes glimmered as he continued to play up his innocence. “I’ve already told you. That was our mischievous ghost roommate, Steve.” 

“Ah, right. Then I guess we can blame him for the Whoopie cushion too.” Matt raised an eyebrow, silently challenging his roommate. 

The blond mirrored him, accepting the challenge with an even tone. “I guess we can.” 

Looking between the two of them, you felt a lick of apprehension roll up your spine. This was far from the end, that much was clear. 

Dashing up the musty staircase, Matt fumbled with his keys. Slamming open the door, he ran his hands along the spines of books beside his bed, snatching the correct one. The book was tossed haphazardly onto the bed as Matt stripped out of his rain-drenched shirt. 

Last night had quickly gotten away from him. Originally planning to stay up late and study for his final midterm, he’d parked himself in the library with a thermos of coffee and his American History textbook. Given your tendency to unwittingly distract him, and his roommate’s constant foghorn-like snoring, alone in the library was the most appealing option if he wanted to pass this exam. However, his sex drive was not as devoted to his academic success. A bubbly girl from his history class had greeted him, offering to help him cram for the looming test. He’d gratefully accepted, but they’d only made it through a single chapter before she’d invited him back to her room. 

Exhausted from his strenuous activities and the resulting lack of sleep, he’d inevitably overslept. His internal clock was apparently not as effective as the blaring alarm that he normally used. Sprinting home through the deluge of rain, he had mere minutes to change and get to Legal Methods.

So here he was, relinquishing his soaked through button up to the floor as he plucked the first shirt from his dresser. Flinging on the shirt–which had short sleeves for some reason–and his raincoat, he flew out the door and towards his class. 

He was barely late, but you still looked at him smugly when he finally plopped down beside you, eliciting a few laughs from other students in the classroom. 

“About time you showed up, trouble. How was your night?” You murmured, trying not to draw any more attention to the two of you. 

He didn’t need sight to know you were dramatically wiggling your eyebrows at him. “You heard about that, huh?” He asked, blushing furiously. While he was depressingly still hung up on you, the raw animalistic desires that composed his Id could only be suppressed for so long. 

“Oh Foggy spared no detail when we got coffee this morning.” 

Trying his damndest not to feel miffed that you’d had coffee with only his roommate, he aimed for a nonchalant tone. “Coffee with Fog, huh?” 

“Well, it could have been both of you if you’d answered your phone.” You chuckled softly, shaking your head at the subtle pout on Matt’s face. “Don’t worry, trouble, you’re still my best guy.” 

For a moment, all Matt could feel was the stutter of his heart. “Oh–uh, that’s,” He stammered, face glowing with a crimson blush. You giggled at his response.

“So is the raincoat a permanent fixture or did you just forget to take it off?” 

Matt rolled his eyes, “Well, someone started talking to me and I got distracted.” Unzipping the vinyl jacket, he began to pry it off when a choking sound from you halted his movements.

“What?” He muttered, with feigned exasperation. 

“Is that a new shirt?” You bit your lip to keep from laughing, already speculating just who had purchased that garment. The button down looked nothing like the simple ones Matt usually donned, and he usually dressed more conservatively in longer sleeved garments–there was no way he had purchased this fabric of his own free will. 

Unlike the dark sweaters and monochrome shirts that made up the rest of his wardrobe, this shirt was…colorful, to say the least. The pattern was a horrendous combination of flames and hawaiian style flowers. A ring of scarlet cartoon hibiscus blossoms sat atop Matt’s waistline, composing a base for the flames, which looked like they’d been pulled off of a racist’s motorcycle. 

Matt ran a hand along the hem, tilting his head in confusion. “This isn’t my shirt, is it?”

Stifling another round of giggles, you shook your head. “I don’t believe so, no.”

“You’re laughing. Fuck, what does it look like?” 

“Um, it’s got flowers and…fire on it? Definitely not your style.” 

“Shit!” Matt hissed, zipping up his coat as quietly as he could. “Foggy must’ve put it in my dresser.” 

You bit back a smile, turning your attention to the professor who had begun looking for students to pick on. 

After a few hours of legal jargon flowing in one ear and out the other, Matt could barely sit still—his mind already planning the trip home to inspect the rest of his clothes, which he assumed had also been replaced. Though he’d been willing to beg for your assistance, he’d only needed to ask for you to come with once before you agreed sincerely, clearly pitying him and his ugly shirt. 

Sure enough, when they’d returned to his dorm and examined the contents of his dresser, it was filled with clothes that were most certainly not his. The textures were all wrong and you confirmed that they were all garishly patterned. 

With a low growl, Matt slammed the drawer of his dresser shut, making you jump. 

“Hey, it’s ok, we can just ask Foggy to put your stuff back!” You reasoned, placatingly. 

Shaking his head with a snarl, he clenched his fists. “Oh no. This means war.” 

You gulped, not finding an ounce of sarcasm in his words. If you were Foggy, you’d be begging for forgiveness about now. 

The next couple weeks passed in an agonizing blur of lengthy readings and lonely work shifts. Matt and Foggy had doubled down on their efforts to out-prank each other, and it was beginning to take its toll on their relationship.  

As the weather turned chilly and fallen leaves began to carpet the ground, you were finding it difficult to be in the same room with the two of them. After the wardrobe incident, Matt had sulked for two days, refusing to hang out with Foggy until he'd had his revenge. Armed with a box of hot pink hair dye and a few permanent markers, Matt was sure he'd be able to make Foggy look as ridiculous as those shirts made him feel.  If your shocked reaction was any measurement, he'd say the effort succeeded. 

Of course, Foggy rewarded this behavior with a prank of his own. Finding and removing his formerly pristine school supplies from mounds of loose Jello had been a horrendous sensory experience that Matt NEVER wanted to repeat. That was approximately 4 days ago and Matt was STILL finding dried bits of lime jello in his pen caps. 

The two continued to trade practical jokes, currently locked in a battle of removing each other’s furniture. He was still working on his most recent prank at your next study group session. With the help of a floormate, Matt had been able to move Foggy's desk, chair, and mattress to the roof of the dorm. Sweating profusely while he heaved the plastic covered mattress up the last flight of stairs, he didn't hear you approaching. 

“Whatcha doin'?“ You asked cautiously, taking in the manic determination on full display. 

”Pranking...Foggy.” He managed. Fuck he needed to hit a gym. 

“Well, that was a given. Do we think that this is still within the realm of friendly teasing? Or...” 

“He can sleep on a bed...when my stuff...stops smelling like it's made of fucking fruit.”

“Hmmm. Ok. I'll be in your room then.” You replied, your words tinged with a disappointment that Matt wasn't anticipating. It irked him, pulling at his stressed consciousness uncomfortably. How come you hadn’t shown the same reaction when Foggy had moved his things across the hall a week ago? Shrugging off the guilt he felt, he mustered up the strength to shove the mattress up to its destination.

Huffing breaths as he shuffled down the stairs to you, he couldn't shake the lingering irritation that your tone had implanted in his psyche. You were sitting on folded legs in his bed, textbook open in your lap. 

“Ready to study?” You questioned, not glancing up from the text. 

“Depends, am I going to get a lecture?” 

“On intentional torts? I'm not an expert, but I can definitely try--” Your innocent tone did nothing to soothe his growing frustration. 

“That's not what I meant and we both know that.” He bit out, “If you have a problem with it, you can just say so, I'm not made of glass.”

“There's no problem, Matty.” Your heart stuttered and his anger sparked. 

“Bullshit.” He scoffed, pacing in front of you. 

“I don't know what's up with you and Fog, that's your business, this just seems...extreme, Matt.”

“He took my clothes, that wasn't 'extreme' to you?”

“I didn't say that! I'm just saying this isn't an effective way to communicate that you weren't comfortable with him touching your stuff.” 

Rolling his eyes, Matt yanked the door open. “On second thought, I think I'm good with this chapter of torts. I'll see you in class next week.”

“Matt,” He couldn't bear to focus on you, your rapidly crumpling body language, the lump of emotion in your throat. 

“Please. I don't want to lose another friend.” He pleaded.

Sighing in defeat, you closed the book and left without a word. 

Matt breathed shallowly, matching his inhales to the pattern of your retreating steps as he cursed himself for turning you away. Setting his jaw, he swiped away a drop of moisture from his cheek and set off for the stairs. 

It was hours before Foggy got home, out with a group of students from his Modern Dance class. Walking carefully into the dark room, he flipped on the lights and hunkered down on his bed, stripping off his dirty socks before opening his Property textbook. 

“Hey Matt, have you started on the Property essay yet?” He asked the stiff lump of a man who lay in his own bed facing the wall.

“No.” Came the gruff response of his surly roommate.

“Shit, I was hoping you'd have started with our jitterbug so I could mooch some tips off you two geniuses.” 

Matt didn't so much as snort in response to the bad joke. Instead, he abruptly rolled over and snatched his cane from its place beside the door. 

“I'm going for a walk.” Matt remarked, icily.

“Oh, uh, ok did you want—” 

“No.” Shutting the door firmly on his way out, Foggy blinked at his shadow as it disappeared. 

“Goodnight to you too, I guess” He scoffed, turning back to his assignment with a roll of his eyes. 

Setting your jaw, you blew out a breath and knocked on the door. When you received silence in return, you rolled your eyes and knocked with more vigor. “Matthew, Franklin, I know you’re in there!” 

A very apprehensive Foggy appeared as the door slid open. Shoving past him and into the room, you gave a furtive smile. “Hello, how are you, I'm also well, thanks for asking.” You rattled off, collapsing into Matt's creaky desk chair. 

Foggy was still hovering nervously by the door, avoiding your stern gaze, while Matt courageously pretended not to notice your presence--fingers running over lines of braille in a thick book. Folding your hands together, you plastered on a sardonic grin. “Now that we've got the pleasantries out of the way, I would like to kindly request that you two get your shit together.”

Your blunt words and brash tone ignited defensiveness in them both. Foggy spluttered and Matt turned to face you with a look of indignation. 

“What are you–” “We weren't–” 

“Cut the crap.” You interrupted the pair, leaning against the frame of the chair and crossing your arms. “You want to fight with each other? Let a stupid prank war drive our group apart? Fine. But the least you can fucking do is grow some balls and tell me that yourselves. I'm tired of the sulking. So, what'll it be? Are we done?” 

Both boys sat sheepishly in their own silence. Foggy kicked his feet as if he were a toddler on a swing, Matt looked like a kicked puppy—crimson blush glowing on his cheeks as he pushed up his glasses. 

After several moments of hesitant silence, Matt spoke up. “We aren’t done.” 

Nodding in relief, you jerked your chin at Foggy, “Fog, you agree?”

“Course I do! There’s no way I’ll graduate without the two of you. It’s in my best interests to keep you happy.” It was clearly meant to seem like a joke, but the way Foggy’s voice trailed off at the end made you tilt your head.

“Hey, you know that’s not true right? You’re plenty capable of doing this on your own!” Frowning, you watched as Foggy’s face crumpled before your legs were moving of their own accord, carrying you to his side as he turned his glossy eyes to his bedspread. “Hey, Fog, I’m serious!” 

Running a hand along his shoulder, your heart split in two as fat tears slipped down his face. 

“Fog, buddy, you’re so smart!” Matt chimed in, crossing the divide between the two beds and settling on the blond’s over side. Tugging Foggy to rest against your shoulder, Matt’s head stacked against yours atop Foggy’s blond hair–the three of you melding together into a stressed heap as the heightened emotions of the past week culminated. 

“It’s true, don’t deny it.” Foggy lamented from his place on your shoulder, strands of his thick hair sticking to the glistening trails that ran across his blotchy cheeks. “I have no idea what I’m doing, I shouldn’t be here! Maybe my parents are right and I should drop out to work in the family store instead.” 

“The hell you should! You’re just as capable of this shit as we are.” You assured him, rubbing a hand up and down his sweatshirt clad arm. “And you’re not the only one worried about passing. I freak out about that every day!”

“Yah, but you’re not the one who failed the Civil Procedure midterm.” The long haired boy sobbed. 

You froze, second-hand anxiety rippling through you like a stiff breeze. Matt’s head lifted from yours and cocked towards his roommate. “Oh Fog, why didn’t you tell us?” 

“You were mad at me and we weren’t hanging out anymore and–and–” The poor kid was bawling, fists clenching around the worn fabric of his pajama pants as feelings of terror and embarrassment welled up in his chest. 

“It’s ok, bud, just breathe.” You soothed shakily, trying to model steady breaths for him. Sensing your intentions, Matt smiled encouragingly. 

“That’s it, dude. You got it.” When the blond’s breathing evened, Matt nudged his shoulder gently. “I’m really sorry that I pushed you away. I was acting like a fucking middle schooler instead of being honest with you. Just know, you can always always come to me, even if we’re fighting.”

“Same here.” You added, studying Matt’s blank eyes for a moment, “That goes for both of you.”

“Can we go back to being best friends now?” Foggy sniffled, pulling back to look between you and Matt warily. 

“We never stopped being best friends, silly,” Pulling Foggy into a tight hug, you huffed a chuckle as he sighed in relief. 

“Well, ya could’ve fooled me.” The words were muffled as Foggy continued to press his face into your cardigan. 

The bed stirred underneath you as Matt shifted uncomfortably. Clearing his throat, you could see him building up the courage to confess, “I’ve never, uh, I’ve never really had…friends before.” Matt’s words were calculated, trying not to reveal too much anguish as he spoke. “I had a mentor for a bit, at the orphanage, but that was it. So, I’ll admit, I’m not the most…practiced at this.” 

“That’s ok, Matty. We can teach you. Right, Fog?” Taking the raven-haired boy’s hand, you waited for the other’s assent.

He nodded viciously, swiping a hand over his damp face. “Of course.”

Squeezing Matt’s hand, you giggled. “You’re stuck with us now, Matty.”

With a satisfied grin, Matt threw an arm over Foggy’s shoulders. “Thank god. Who else will put googly eyes on all my stuff?”

Foggy smiled as you giggled, but his face quickly fell as you brought up studying again. “As for that test Fog, we can go through it together. There’s plenty of time until the end of the semester and we have two other exams. You can do this.” 

“You think so?” Biting his lip, Foggy glanced between you and Matt. 

“We know so, bud.” Matt promised. “We’re in this together. Right, jitterbug?” 

“Ok, where is this ‘jitterbug’ nonsense coming from.” You scoffed, biting back a smile at Matt’s hearty laugh. 

“Don’t ask me, Foggy started it!” Matt chuckled.

“Sure, pass the blame to the crying kid!” Rolling his eyes, Foggy elbowed Matt in the chest.

“You’re not even crying anymore!”

“You’re both deflecting!” You butted in, earning new excuses from both boys. 

As the three of you argued, you remained a knot of limbs–shadows and pink rays of light dancing across your smiles as the sun set.

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Bonus Content: the shirt referenced in Foggy's second prank!!

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[tiyawnyana]

Kinktober: Day 13

In Public

A/N: i would do anything for this man

Pairing: Neteyam x (Fem) Human character

(Can be seen as a standalone or as a continuation of the characters from day 1 and 2)

Warnings: slight jealousy, teasing, in Public, handjob, cumming on chest, cum eating

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He was so tense, so wound up these last few days. You knew he wouldn't crack, though; he was always so careful to not do so, he needed to remain that headstrong child in his parents eyes.

Everytime that you and Neteyam had tried to spend time together there last few weeks, whether or not it was intimate, you kept getting interrupted.

It was so annoying; you two had just started to experiment with your intimacy! Finding out what you can do, what got you both going; and quite frankly you missed feeling his big hands on your body.

You decided then that if he wasn't able to come to you, always been called off, then you'd go to him.

Kiri helped you get ready for that nights ceremony. It was yet another celebration for Neteyam; he was climbing the ranks quicker than any other Omiticaya, coming to no surprise to you. He has always been so incredible.

Your friend cooed in delight, clapping in excitement as she fixes your outfit; she had specifically made this lovely top that creatively covered your breasts while also making them look great, and the tewng she made covers your bum with intricate beads and feathers coiling together. You felt.. pretty. Prettier than any of those hand me downs or sewn up outfits from everyone at the labs ever made you feel. You stifle a grin, blush on your cheeks before you and Kiri hurry to the celebration.

After an hour of Neteyam going around, helping more people as always and slicing the meet he had caught, he finally is able to break off and take a breather. He settles down a bit by the fires and sips on a waterskin before he gazes out of his peripheral, ears perking and brow bone shooting up when he spots you. He quickly wipes his mouth, grinning at you while doing a once over.

"Hello, tiyawn," he smiles all soft and sweet as you approach,"I did not expect to see you all dressed up, you look.." He softly grabs your hip, tugging you closer,"Narlor."

You chuckle, a warm blush taking over your features as you thumb over his hand,"Wanted to dress nicely for your celebration.."

"I am guessing that Kiri made this for you? She has been focusing hard on that project, I am glad it fits you so well. Come, sit with me?" He scoots over on the log, patting beside himself,"Would you like some fruits? Meat?"

You shake your head, smiling fondly up at him through your mask,"I'll grab something before I leave, still a little nervous so I'm not too hungry just yet, but thank you."

"Why are you nervous?"

Just as you are about to explain- or brush it off, one of the weavers, a sweet girl by the name of Aneya approaches the two of you, grinning softly at you and waving before redirecting her attention to Neteyam.

"Hello, sorry, may I have a word with you, Neteyam?" She fidgets with her fingers as a deep color covers over her cheeks in a blush.

He nods, gently gazing at you,"I'll be right back," with a soft tone and smile before standing and walking off with her.

You kind of slouch after that, you truly don't mean to watch but find yourself doing so.

Aneya fiddles with her fingers, batting her eyes up at Neteyam and smiling that soft coy smile, and you can't stop the pit of frustration growing in your belly. Now Aneya was always kind, truly a good and sweet Na'vi girl growing up; she would often play with you and Kiri as children before finding her calling in the form of weaving beautiful and intricate beaded tops, tewngs, necklaces, shawls and even blankets for new families. She was truly a blessing from Eywa. But embarrassment grew in you as you grew angrier at seeing her gently taking Neteyams hands in her own.

But Neteyam, being ever the gentlemen, gently pulled away, bowing and bidding a good night and celebration before heading off towards you with his ears pinned to his skull. He doesn't get very far, is pulled back by his wrist by Aneya and something is said to him with a firm look on her face. You don't miss the side eye from her and your spine straightens in surprise.

He pulls back from her, lips pursed in masked annoyance as he walks back to you. He finally manages to sit besides you, once more, and chats with you about some things.

You can't help but want to ask- but you don't. So you stifle it, laughing with him and leaning against his side. Tuk comes by, nearly toppling you over and thankfully dragged off by Kiri before she can smother you.

Neteyam finishes his water skin, getting up to refill before you quickly stand after him.

"Hey, I am going to start heading back.." You speak softly and he leans down to hear you better before nodding.

"I can walk you back?"

"No, it's okay, don't want to steal the guy everyone's fawning over," you chuckle, but he gently touches your arm.

"I'm walking you back, I need to get away for a bit, anyways." He decides, grinning,"I'll meet you back here."

And he walks off, leaving you with your thoughts. A shiver rolls down your spine, you can't stop those impure thoughts from darting in.

He's back just as quick, gently guiding you through Na'vi congratulating him and you bid a Goodnight to the other sully kids. You two start to leave, walking away from the party, but you're too impatient by this point and grip his arm, tugging him behind one of the thick trees. The party is still visible, drums still loud and bustling navi as they head back home. Neteyam jolts in surprise, and you push him by his hips to press against the tree.

You grin up at him, a certain glint in your eyes that is caught by the flickering flames behind the tree, and he sinks against the tree at feeling your fingers toying with the cords of his tewng.

"Hi, baby," you grin teasingly.

"H-hello, hi, what is going on?" He stutters momentarily, eyes fluttering when your hands drift upwards to pet over his abs.

"Missed you," you coo, reaching high to his neck to weakly cup there,"Too much."

His eyes soften and he cups the side of your neck, thumbing at the edge of your mask.

"Deep breath," he instructs, you listen, and he peals the mask up to tenderly kiss you deeply.

He tilts your head, licking into your mouth and you groan, grabbing onto his forearms desperately. You gasp, panting and he quickly pulls back, fixing your mask over your face. You reset the oxygen, breathing deeply and the lightheadedness fades away. You grin lopsided at him as he worriedly strokes up and down your arms.

"Let's- let's head to the labs," he whispers, moving to lead you there but you grip his hips and move him back to the tree.

"Let's stay here?" You lift your mask after taking another deep breath, kissing over his abs and trailing down to his navel before mouthing over the skin right above his tewng, then quickly tug it back on,"Just stay quiet for me, baby.."

He shudders, nodding quickly and biting his lower lip hard.

You untie his tewng almost expertly by this point and it drops to the forest floor. You freeze for a moment when a navi couple can be heard behind the tree, heading to their hut.

You grin, eyeing his cock that gradually unsheathes itself. He pants, chest already heaving for breath when you thumb over the skin of his sheath.

"Ah- oh," he hisses between his teeth, a full body shiver rolling through him.

You feel arousal dripping between your thighs when you teasingly touch at the base of his hardening length. He huffs hard through his nose.

You then lift your hand, tapping his thigh,"Can you lick my hand?"

He nods too quick before leaning down to take your wrist, licking your hand while keeping eye contact. He leaves your hand wet enough for you to quickly wrap firmly around his cock, jerking lazily at first just to see him release a strangled gasp with a cocky grin on your lips. You gaze at his length, biting your lip to stifle a groan as you realize, again, how fucking big he is. Your hand doesn't even come close to wrapping around him completely, if anything it only wraps about halfway around his girth. And you really have to jerk him off, hand and entire arm moving to get him off.

"Oh, great mother," his hips buck into your hold,"Tiyawn- oh!"

His grimaces in stifled pleasure, hands gripping the bark of the tree in a poor attempt to stable himself.

You both freeze when footsteps are heard, soft giggling as a Na'vi couple wall past you. A soft,'did you hear something' is heard, and your stomach drops when they stop for a moment. You peak up at Neteyam and grin at seeing his face; eyes and jaw clenched shut, lower lip bitten hard on as he inhales sharply.

You move your hand, jerking him quickly and he jolts, eyes shooting open and hands coming to grip over your shoulders as he keens hard.

Thankfully, the couple leaves, but unfortunately they're not the only ones leaving the celebration.

You gaze up at him,"Just a little bit longer, my love," you whisper sweetly,"just gotta stay quiet.."

He nods, a low whine tumbling from his lips as you speed up your hand, his pre now aiding as a lube over his cock.

His hand gently cups your neck, nearly wrapping around your throat completely while thumbing over your pulse point. He breathes heavily and can't seem to cover his mouth, so in a daze, you lift your hand up to his slouching form and touch his lips gingerly. His eyes droop open, gazing down at you with lust.

"Suck," is all you say, and god is he a good listener.

It's almost a show; the way he grasps your wrist while slouching a bit more, sucking your over pointer finger before quickly sucking your middle finger into his mouth. His moans are stifled thanks to his, hips rolling into your hand, fucking it at the point. His tongue sucks the underside of your fingers, fangs knicking the skin and you grin breathlessly.

"Good boy," you test out the words on your tongue and his reaction is immediate; he chokes out a groan, eyes rolling back and his hips buck hard, stuttering.

When you twist your palm over his tip, he whines low and long around your fingers, and ends up tossing his head back when you sloppily twist your hand down the rest of his length. Your fingers leave his mouth, but you use that to tease over his nipples.

"Ah? Oh- wait, f-fuck," the English swear from his mouth sounds so hot, your thighs clench to help ease the ache between them.

His nipples are surprisingly sensitive, and you grin. The coolness of the drying saliva on your fingers has them hardening up quick, so you pinch them lazily and he accidentally moans too loud.

Again, footsteps are heard, but they freeze. So you stop, too, and he tries to silence his harsh breathing. You peak around the tree and jump at seeing Aneya looking around in confusion, ears perked.

You feel a malicious feeling stir, and decide on the spot; quickly jerking him hard and fast, teasing his nipples simultaneously as he wheezes, lifting one of his hands to cover his mouth as he gazes down at you, an embarrassed but desperate look in his eyes. The distinct sound of your wet palm gliding up and down his cock is loud.

"Hello? Neteyam, was that you?" Aneya questions softly, concern in her tone,"I thought I heard him.."

You can't take your eyes off him now, so pleased with his breathy whines being muffled by his own hand. His hips buck into your hand hard now, other hand gripping you closer so now all you can do is short jerks around his base up to the middle of his cock.

You manage to make eye contact with him and you peel down the front of your top, exposing your tits. He oggles them in surprise before looking back at your face.

You mouth,'Cum for me', and he jolts, hips speeding up enough so that you just let him fuck into your hand. He clenches his eyes shut, huffing hard and moaning low behind his hand when finally, his cock pulses hard in your hold. He cums, a lot unsurprisingly, and it splatters across your neck, chest and tits. Drips down into the valley between them and down over your nipples.

"Good boy," you whisper in a sweet voice.

He groans, hand disconnecting from his mouth as he drops to the forest floor, back pressing to the tree again; you swear you see shiny spit around his lips and god, he looks so good like that. So debauched.

You peak around the tree again to see no one, thankfully, but you idly wonder if Aneya had heard anything else..

You return your attention to Neteyam, grinning over him as he huffs for breath. He blinks at you, then reaches out and takes your hand, tugging you forward to grip your hips and darting his face to your tits and licking up the mess he left. His tongue is sloppy, but teasing as he sucks over your nipples, pinching them as his tongue leaves.

"Deep breath," he instructs, again, then tugs up your mask to dart his tongue into your mouth. His cum still tingles on his tongue, invading your taste buds but you whine needily. He then cups between your thighs, feeling your arousal clear as day. You tug yourself back and choke out a breathless moan and quickly tug down your mask, whining and dropping against him as his fingers rub, targeting your pulsing clit.

"Wait- need your mouth, lets- ah!" You roll your hips down against his fingers,"go- let's go back to the labs-"

"Ok- ok, let me catch my breath.." He grins, leaning his head back against the tree.then teases,"Jealous of Aneya, huh?"

"No idea what you're talking about," you sigh, rolling your eyes playfully.

He tugs you close, hands going to your hips and thumbs dipping into your navel to gently pet the skin there.

"You know I am yours, always," he softly speaks.

You nod gently, gazing at him longingly,"And I am yours, always."

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A/N: i want him

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[smilingformoney]

For the Love of Books | Sinclair/Betty (OC)

X. The Lion's Den

Summary: Betty and Sinclair attend a party.

AN: Now with added Lionel :D

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Betty had never been one for adventure. She preferred to stay in and read about other people having adventures. Moving all the way to London from Falmouth to open her own bookshop had been a terrifying prospect, and certainly the most daring thing she’d ever done.

Learning to drive, being in a relationship, having sex - these were all things that most people did as a normal part of life, but they’d passed Betty by. Then came Sinclair, bringing all these adventures into her life, showing her new ways to experience the world. She loved the adventure that was being with him, and she happily agreed to any crazy idea he came up with.

But even so, his latest idea had taken some convincing and a lot of puppy dog eyes. For there was no way Betty could ever understand the appeal of rollercoasters, yet eventually she caved and agreed to go to Thorpe Park with him.

Leaving Goldie in Mei-Li’s care, Sinclair drove the two of them in the Accord to the theme park, which was only a 20 minute drive away but it felt like an eternity to Betty, especially when the tallest rollercoasters loomed on the horizon as they got closer. Sinclair, of course, told Betty all about the theme park that had opened 13 years ago, and he assured her that the rides were safe.

Sinclair practically bounced out of the car and Betty had to jog to catch up with him at the park entrance. His enthusiasm was admittedly infectious, and Betty thought that some of the rides might be fun, so long as they weren’t too fast or too high.

Somehow, Sinclair convinced Betty to go on the ‘Flying Fish’ ride. He was practically vibrating with excitement when they got off, ready to go another five times, and he turned to Betty to suggest that they go again when she dashed off into the nearest bush and promptly vomited.

“Betty!”

Sinclair quickly ran to her side and gathered her hair in his hand to hold it back from her face. With his other hand, he rubbed her back soothingly as she vomited again, then after a few moments she straightened up and Sinclair offered her his handkerchief.

“I’m never doing that again,” she mumbled as she wiped her face.

“Definitely not! Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and have a sit down.”

Ten minutes later, Betty emerged from the toilets feeling as clean as she could having used a public toilet, and found Sinclair at a picnic bench, tucking into some no doubt overpriced food.

He swallowed his mouthful of hotdog and said, “I bought you some fries in case you’re hungry but if you still feel sick and you don’t want to eat that’s okay. How do you feel?”

“Better. When we have kids, you can take them here, I’ll stay home with Goldie.”

“…When we have kids?”

“Well, I fully intend to get married and have kids and grow old with you. You’d better tell me now if you don’t want to, before I get invested.”

Sinclair smiled and wriggled happily in his seat. “I’d love that. Let me just get divorced first, though. Speaking of how much I love you - it’s a lot, by the way - Valentine’s Day is next week.”

Betty popped a fry into her mouth. She was hungry, but she didn’t want to upset her stomach again.

“Yes, it is. Did you want to do something for it? I’ve never had a Valentine’s Day before. What do we do that’s so different to every other day?”

“Well, I was going to offer to take you out somewhere nice to eat, but last night my cousin called me, he’s having a party on Valentine’s Day. He’s no romantic but he’ll take any excuse to throw a party. Would you like to go? He always throws the best parties, he’s got a huge manor in the countryside and all the food and drink is free!”

“You want me to meet the family already?”

Sinclair waved a hand. “It’s only my cousin. Neither of us had siblings and we’re the same age so we’re the closest either of us has to a brother.”

“Big manor in the countryside? Is he rich too, then?”

“Oh, very. Much richer than me.”

“Richer than you, eh? Is he single?”

Sinclair’s eyes widened as he bit into his hotdog, and Betty laughed.

“I’m kidding, Sinclair! Your cousin could be the richest man in the country and I’d still rather be with you.”

“Goo’cuseis,” Sinclair replied with his mouth full of hotdog.

“What?”

Sinclair swallowed, then repeated, “Good, because he is!”

“He is what?”

“The richest man in the country. He’s a billionaire, I’m just a humble millionaire. Only the Queen is richer than him.”

Betty thought back to last year’s Sunday Times rich list for a moment, then dropped a chip in surprise.

“Your cousin is Lionel Shabandar?”

Sinclair nodded, as if he hadn’t just dropped a huge bomb on her.

“So do you want to go? It’s okay if not, we can stay in or we can go to a restaurant —”

“No, no, I’ll go,” Betty said quickly. “I’d like to meet your family. I want to hear all the stories about what baby Sinclair got up to. I bet you were so cute!”

“What do you mean were?” Sinclair asked in mock offence.

“Well, of course you’re still cute now. What do you want to do for the afternoon?”

“Oh, don’t you want to go home? I thought you might not want to go on any more rides.”

“No, I don’t, but I don’t fancy a car ride either. I’m happy to watch you go on the rides. Plus there’s other stuff we can do. I’d love to go to the petting farm!”

“Yes, let’s do that! But don’t tell Goldie we’ve been petting other animals, he might get jealous.”

Betty decided not to mention that Goldie couldn’t understand English, and if he did he probably wouldn’t be jealous, and instead she fished out the park map to find their way to the farm while Sinclair started listing all the animals the farm had.

“I heard they have ponies, do you want to pet the ponies? And sheep and goats too, but I don’t think I’ll pet the pigs, although they are still very interesting so I’d like to see them.”

“I want to see all of them, and maybe once you see how sweet pigs are, you’ll stop eating their brothers and sisters,” Betty said with a smirk, looking up at Sinclair, who had finished his hotdog and was now licking the mustard from his fingers. He looked at her with alarm.

“Do you think they’ll be able to tell?”

“Well, I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out if one of them jumps at you.”

Betty stood up and Sinclair followed her, eyes wide with worry that an angry pig was going to tackle him.

“Can pigs jump? I have no idea if pigs can jump. Maybe we should ask someone there, just in case —”

Betty laughed and took Sinclair’s hand as they meandered through the crowds towards the ferry station for the farm. “Relax, Sinclair, they’re not going to be able to tell you’ve eaten pork.”

“Do you want me to stop eating pork? I can stop if you want, although I’ll miss the pork sandwiches that David does, but your halloumi burgers do look really nice.”

“Just pork or other meats too?”

“All of them! I’ll stop eating meat from right now. That hotdog was my last meat ever! Oh, no, but I have some chicken in the fridge… well, I’ll finish that off, then I’ll stop.”

Betty stopped walking suddenly, and Sinclair skidded to a halt when he realised she’d stopped, her hand in his preventing him from moving any further.

“You’d give up meat for me?” she asked with a frown.

“Of course,” Sinclair said with a shrug, as if it was a trivial thing. “It makes you uncomfortable so I’ll stop. Besides, when one of us cooks we always eat vegetarian so it’s not like - mmhm!”

She interrupted him with a kiss, which he happily reciprocated, and when they separated Betty was looking at him with such sweet adoration in her eyes that Sinclair wanted to melt.

“You never cease to amaze me with how sweet you are, Sinclair,” Betty smiled.

“I just want to make you happy, Betty. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now, come on, let’s go pet some ponies.”

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The following Friday, Betty stepped out of her dingy London flat feeling like an absolute imposter, dressed in a gold dress and heels to go to a party at the home of the richest man in the country. Not only that, but she was attending as the date of said richest man’s also very rich cousin, who had managed to avoid mentioning in the last four months of knowing her that his cousin was Lionel Shabandar.

Sinclair was waiting outside, and they both equally gaped when they set eyes on each other.

”Sinclair - a limo?!”

”Betty… you look amazing.”

She blushed. She’d closed the shop early and spent all afternoon and far too much money at the salon getting her very curly afro straightened and the money she had left after that had gone towards her dress. She knew that the type of people she’d meet tonight were the type who could tell if she wore a dress from Primark, and would judge her hard for it.

”Thanks,” she said with a smile, fiddling with her hair nervously. “You look even more handsome than usual. Have you combed your hair?”

”Have I —? Never mind my hair! Look at yours! I almost didn’t recognise you! Oh - before I forget - since it’s Valentine’s Day…”

He produced a bouquet of roses from behind his back with a grin, and Betty blushed even harder.

”Sinclair! You didn’t have to go to all this trouble…”

”But it’s Valentine’s Day!” he said with his best puppy dog eyes. “And I have the best date in the world!”

”You’re so cute.” Betty leant up and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you. Let me just put these upstairs —“

”It’s okay, there’s a vase in the limo! It’s so much fun, there’s a mini fridge too, and a TV, and —“

”Are we going to a party at a mansion or in the car?”

”Both! Come on - here, let me help you in.”

Sinclair opened the door for her and helped her in like a proper gentleman, then he tucked the roses into a compartment and instructed the driver to take them to his cousin’s mansion.

”Clair, be honest, do I look okay? I don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb among all these rich people…”

”You look so beautiful, Betty! I mean it. How did you get your hair so straight? That must have taken ages.”

”Oh, it took all afternoon. Straightening an afro isn’t an easy task, I wouldn’t dare to try it myself, I had to get someone to do it. It’s why I don’t straighten it often, it’s far too much effort.”

”It looks amazing. So beautiful. I’d love it if you were able to magically straighten it so you could have it like this more often. Not that I don’t love your curly hair, I adore your curly hair, but I love this too. You’d look good with any hair. Or no hair! Please don’t try that, though. And the dress is amazing! Gold suits you. Any colour suits you, but I really, really like this one. Do you want to see what’s in the mini fridge? I had a little peek on the way over, but I haven’t had any of it yet. Only the snacks. There’s still some crisps left, I think, but I ate most of them, sorry. There’ll be loads of food at the party, and loads of drinks, and they’re all free! Lionel really goes all out for his parties. He goes all out for everything. You think I’m rich, wait until you’ve seen his place. He has artwork worth millions of pounds, just sitting there!”

”Is that any different to your cars just sitting there?” Betty interjected.

”My cars aren’t worth that much!” Sinclair insisted. He was pouring the champagne into glasses now, and shooed Betty’s hand away when she tried to help. “Okay, a few of them are worth millions, but not nearly as many. Natalie always said I had more money than sense, but if anyone does, it’s Lionel. Here you go!”

He finally stopped to breathe as he handed her a glass of champagne.

”Happy Valentine’s Day to the best girlfriend ever!”

Betty laughed. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Clair. I love you.”

His eyes lit up as if she hadn’t said it a thousand times before. ”I love you too!”

They clinked glasses and drank, and Betty swore it tasted just the same as a £20 bottle from Somerfield, but she was sure the price tag was significantly higher.

”So, you just kind of dropped the bomb on me the other day that your cousin is Lionel Shabandar,” Betty said as she leant back into his arms on the double-wide seat. “Do you know him very well? I barely know my cousins.”

”Yes, we’re the same age, so we grew up together and went to Winchester at the same time. We were both very interested in business, and obviously we’re both rich and successful, but he’s even better off than I am because he invested a lot of his money whereas I’ve always loved spending. Then he bought all these media companies and put them into one big company so he owns most media companies in the country now and he can afford to spend even more than I ever did.”

”Yeah, I know he’s got a huge publishing house. Most of my stock is published by Shabandar Books.”

”Not just books! He owns TV channels, magazines, newspapers. I keep telling him he needs to invest in the internet, all my research at work says it’s the next big thing.”

”What’s internet?”

Sinclair’s eyes widened in the excited way they did when he realised he could explain something new to her, and so Betty spent the rest of the trip listening to him explaining some miraculous technology that let computers talk to each other even when they were miles apart. She was so focused on listening to him that she almost didn’t notice the limo slowing to a stop as they approached the mansion, and she almost jumped when the driver got up to let them out.

”Wow.”

It wasn’t eloquent, but it just about summed up Betty’s feelings when she stepped out of the limo - aided, of course, by her very gentlemanly boyfriend - and saw the mansion before her.

She clung onto Sinclair’s arm and let him guide her down the path. The gardens were packed with partygoers, and Betty didn’t want to get lost in the sea of people.

Sinclair was narrating as they walked down the path, pointing out stories behind statues, most of which seemed to be, “Lionel likes lions because of his name so he buys anything with a lion on it.”

“Oh, there he is!” Sinclair exclaimed. “Lionel!”

A man turned around, around the same age as Sinclair and bearing a strong family resemblance. He smiled and went to greet Sinclair with a handshake, but instead Sinclair pulled him into an embrace.

”Good to see you, cuz!”

”Ah - Sinclair. Good to see you too,” Lionel said with a restrained smile. He endured the embrace until Sinclair let him go. He turned to Betty and smiled very differently - warm, welcoming, and his eyes looked her up and down. “And who is this lovely lady?”

“Elizabeth Bennett,” Betty said, holding out her hand to greet him. She blushed when, instead of shaking her hand, Lionel took it gently and kissed the back of her hand as if the sound of her name immediately turned him into Mr Darcy.

”A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Lionel Shabandar.”

”Yes, I… know who you are.”

Sinclair wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side. Lionel raised an eyebrow and dropped Betty’s hand.

”Betty’s my date for this evening,” Sinclair said firmly. “And every evening.”

”Oh, is that so?” Lionel replied, though he didn’t take his eyes off Betty for an instant. “You’re not tired of my cousin talking your ear off yet?”

”Of course not, I love listening to him talk.”

”Well, someone has to, I suppose,” Lionel shrugged, then turned his attention back to Sinclair. “What happened to that wife of yours? Natasha, was it?”

“Natalie. We’re divorcing. Didn’t your mum tell you?”

”Oh, probably, I don’t really listen when she starts talking about family drama. Well, I’m glad for you, Sinclair. She was such a bore. I’m sure you’re much more engaging, aren’t you, Elizabeth?” Lionel said, turning to Betty once again.

”I hope so.”

”She’s amazing!” Sinclair gushed. “She’s so smart, she owns a bookshop that she runs all by herself, and she used to be a librarian so she’s read almost as many books as I have, and she’s great at memorising things like the Dewey decimal system, cooking recipes, and she can recite most of Shakespeare by heart!”

Lionel chuckled. “A literature lover, I take it? I’m quite partial to paintings myself, and they do say a picture can paint a thousand words.”

”A thousand words isn’t actually all that much. Especially not when you’re dating Sinclair. He can say a thousand words in one breath.”

“She’s right, I can!” Sinclair grinned. “And she’ll listen to every one of them. Or at least pretend to. Say, Lionel, why don’t you show Elizabeth some of your artwork? She didn’t believe me when I told her you had paintings worth millions.”

“Yes, of course I will! But it’ll have to be later, I have rounds to do. Excuse me.”

Lionel took Betty’s hand to kiss it again, then sauntered off to speak to some other important rich white man.

“Well, he’s… charming.”

Sinclair sighed and shook his head. “That’s one way to put it. I should have known he’d try to flirt with you - he loves beautiful things, and you’re the most beautiful thing here. Not that you’re a thing - I mean because you’re beautiful. More beautiful than anything or anyone here.”

Betty laughed and leaned up to kiss Sinclair on the cheek. “You said the food here was free. Shall we go feast?”

Sinclair’s eyes lit up. “Yes, let’s!”

It soon became evident that getting some alone time with Sinclair was going to be impossible. He was constantly running into people he knew, greeting them like seeing them was the best thing ever, then proudly introducing Betty as his partner. The reactions were mixed - some were surprised or confused that he was with someone other than Natalie, some seemed happy to see him rid of her, and one or two looked at Betty like she really shouldn’t be there. Those people, as soon as their faces fell, Sinclair quickly turned cold to and made an excuse to get rid of them.

Sinclair was deep in conversation when Betty finished her food, so she excused herself to get some drinks. On the way back, she saw from afar that Sinclair was already chatting to someone else and was nearly finished with his food, so she stopped at the buffet table to grab him some more as she knew he’d be torn between continuing his no doubt very interesting conversation and eating more food.

She arrived at the table with a plate of food in one hand and drinks on a small tray she’d borrowed from the bar in another. She placed the drinks tray down first, followed by the plate of food, and Sinclair looked at the plate in surprise, then up at her, and his eyes lit up when he realised she’d brought him some more food.

“Ah, more drinks, excellent,” said the man Sinclair had been talking to, an older man in a suit as fancy as everyone else’s there. He helped himself to one of the drinks, and Betty frowned at him.

“Hey, that was mine!”

The man frowned at her, as if surprised she’d said anything. “Excuse me, young lady, these drinks are for guests.”

Betty froze. She didn’t want to cause a scene, not in front of Sinclair. It was their first fancy event as a couple, and she didn’t want to embarrass him. But she knew exactly what the man meant - he thought she was a server.

Sinclair, it seemed, had clocked too, because he straightened up and shot an icy glare at the man.

“I think you’ll find there are three guests at this table, Mr Benson. I did say my partner had gone to get drinks.”

“Well, then, she’ll have to fetch her own, won’t she? Rather than sending a server to bring them over.”

“I am the partner, dickhead!” Betty hissed.

The man looked at her with shock, as if the concept of his fellow rich white man dating a black girl was unprecedented.

“I’ve changed my mind, Mr Benson,” said Sinclair coldly. “I don’t think I have capacity to take you on as a client after all. I think you should leave now.”

“Well, I never!” Mr Benson spluttered, before standing up and storming off.

Betty felt her shoulders relax and she took her seat next to Sinclair.

“I’m sorry,” they both said in unison, then laughed.

“Don’t be sorry, Betty, you handled that very well.”

“I called a potential client a dickhead.”

“Well, he was being a dickhead. Besides, I don’t want someone like him as a client. You’ve just saved me a lot of trouble. I’m sorry you had to go through that at all."

Betty shrugged. “It’s okay, I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be used to it!” Sinclair insisted stubbornly. “People like him are morons. I can’t believe anyone would look at you and think anything other than, Wow, she’s so beautiful, I can’t believe how lucky Sinclair is.”

“Yeah, well… I can’t believe anyone would be married to you and think, Hey, maybe I’ll fuck my brother. There are some strange people out there.”

Sinclair laughed. “We must be the only sane ones!”

“We must be.”

She kissed him chastely on the lips, not wanting to be too affectionate in public, and he responded by squeezing her hand under the table.

“I can’t believe you brought me more food without me even asking!” Sinclair said with a grin when their lips parted and his attention turned to the food in front of him. “You’re so amazing. Here, why don’t you have the drink Benson didn’t touch?”

“That’s okay. Actually, it’s getting a bit crowded in here for me. Do you mind if I go for a wander? You can stay here and mingle, I just need a bit of quiet for a bit.”

“Mmm-hmm!” Sinclair replied, his mouth already full of sandwich. He swallowed, then said, “Of course you can, Betts! Maybe see if you can find Lionel and get that tour from him!”

“Good idea. I love you.”

“I love you too!”

She kissed him on the cheek and left him to his mingling, and she was barely on her feet when he was already waving over someone he recognised.

The crowd thinned when Betty managed to squeeze out of the gazebo, but with so many people she didn’t know it was still quite overwhelming, and she was relieved when Lionel emerged from the crowd and greeted her.

“Elizabeth! There you are. How would you like to have a look at my artwork now? I’m desperate for a break from all this chitchat.”

“I was just looking for you to ask that myself.”

“Perfect timing, then. Come along.”

Lionel offered her his arm and she took it gratefully, glad to have someone to anchor herself to in the busy crowd, and she felt like she could breathe again as they left the chattering people behind and approached the front doors to the manor.

Betty followed Lionel inside, eyes wide and mouth agape as she stared at the incredible architecture - and this was only the reception hall. The walls were adorned with painting after painting, and Lionel steered her into a hallway, where more paintings stood proudly on display between lion statues.

”You certainly seem to like lions,” Betty commented.

”Well, they’re the kings of the jungle, aren’t they? And the business world is a jungle in itself.”

”And you fancy yourself the king of it, do you?”

Lionel smirked at her. “I am the king. Come along.”

He placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her down the hall, naming each painting and its artist as they passed it, and Betty wondered how much he’d paid for each one of them. The insurance alone was probably more than she’d make in a year.

”You know, king of the jungle is a misnomer,” Betty commented as they turned a corner to be greeted with yet another lion statue. “Lions don’t live in the jungle. They should be called the king of the savannah if anything.”

”Actually, jungle is a Hindi word for a place uninhabited by humans - such as savannahs.”

Betty glanced at him, surprised, and he shrugged. “Sinclair isn’t the only person who knows things. So what do you think of my collection, Elizabeth? Quite impressive, don’t you think?”

”There’s certainly a theme,” Betty said, glancing between two of the many paintings that depicted naked women.

”Well, I also have a collection of landscapes, but I must admit that I have a penchant for the feminine form. This one seems to have caught your eye.”

She felt more than heard him come up behind her as she examined a painting labelled Otahi .

”What is it about this one that intrigues you, Elizabeth?” Lionel asked softly. “Is it the way she sits? You know, this particular painting was considered rather controversial when it was painted. The way she sits… ready and waiting… exposed. Do you feel an affinity to her, Elizabeth? Does this particular painting arouse something in you?”

When had he got so close? Betty suddenly felt very aware of Lionel’s breath on her neck, his hands on her hips - when had they got there? - and when he pulled her back slightly to press against him, she felt a bulge on her lower back - just where —

“Lionel —”

”Hmm?” Lionel replied absentmindedly, his lips by her ear, the gap between them growing ever smaller as he leant his head down towards hers —

“I’m here with Sinclair.”

”Are you? I don’t see him anywhere. He seems to have abandoned you.”

”You led me here…”

”You were all alone.”

”He was talking to someone…”

”He’s always talking to someone. Gets distracted so easily. But don’t worry… my attention is solely on you, dear. Let me kiss you, Elizabeth. I sorely want to kiss you…”

Can I kiss you? … I’d really like to kiss you now … Can I have another kiss?

Sinclair’s voice rang in her head, and Betty felt as if she’d just been jolted awake from a hypnotic state. She tried to pull away from Lionel, but his arms were wrapped around her torso tightly - when had that happened?

”No, thank you,” Betty whispered, her voice hardly audible. She could hardly believe she was turning down the richest man in the country, but as much as he looked like Sinclair, he wasn’t Sinclair, and she only wanted Sinclair.

Lionel only chuckled. “Must you play hard to get, darling? It’s Valentine’s Day. A day for lovers… for making love…”

“Thank you for the advice. I’d really prefer to make love to my boyfriend.”

”And who says who that has to be? Hm?”

”Lionel —”

”Betty?”

Lionel let go of her as if her skin had burnt him. Betty took a sudden, deep breath, as if he’d been suffocating her. Maybe he had been. She turned to see Sinclair standing at the corner of the corridor, looking between them both.

”Sorry, I interrupted,” he said in a cold, detached voice, unlike anything she’d ever heard from him. “Don’t mind me.”

Sinclair turned and left, and Betty followed him as quick as she could.

”Sinclair, wait!”

He left through a side door that led to a quieter part of the grounds, and she jogged as fast as she could to catch up with him.

”Sinclair - come on! I can’t catch up to your long legs in these shoes - ow!”

She hissed as she stumbled, twisting her ankle to the side, and she grabbed onto a nearby lion statue to steady herself. She hopped to a bench and sat herself down to take her shoes off, but before she could do so, Sinclair was suddenly on his knees in front of her, unstrapping the shoe from the ankle she’d rolled.

”Thanks. I don’t think I’ve twisted it. Sprained, maybe.”

”You shouldn’t be running in these,” Sinclair muttered, not looking up at her as he eased the shoe from her foot.

”I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t run off like that.”

He looked up at her, his eyes full of anger and hurt, and it broke her heart to see it.

”What was I supposed to do? You clearly needed your privacy —“

”Sinclair, stop it,” Betty snapped harshly. “I’m not Natalie. Okay?”

”Am I supposed to believe that was innocent?”

”From him? No. Maybe I should have told him to back off more firmly, but… I didn’t know what to do. We were just looking at art and suddenly he’s got his hands on me and I can’t make a scene, not with someone like him, not in his own house, so I just… froze. But I said no. He asked for a kiss and I said no. Then he said it’s a day for lovers so I said the only lover I wanted was you and…” She sighed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let it get that far. Maybe I should have seen it coming when he pulled me away from the party and started showing me his collection of paintings of naked women, but I’m an idiot, okay? I thought he just wanted to share his art. I forgot men are pigs.”

Sinclair didn’t say anything at first. He just held her ankle gently, looking at it as if it held all the answers. Then he looked up at her meekly.

”Not all men are pigs,” he muttered. “You always said I was more of a puppy.”

Betty smiled. “Yeah. You’re my puppy.”

”You know, dogs can get very possessive. They growl at people who try to take what’s theirs. And what’s a little puppy compared to a great lion?”

”Hey.” Betty stroked Sinclair’s cheek softly. “I’d choose my puppy over a lion any day.”

Sinclair’s eyes shone a little more hopefully then. “Really?”

”Yes, really,” Betty laughed. “I love you, Sinclair. Do you really think I’m gonna sneak off to shag your cousin?”

Sinclair shrugged dejectedly. “Better my cousin than your brother, I suppose.”

”Oh, god, don’t even joke about that,” Betty gagged. “Will you get up here and cuddle me already?”

Sinclair got up from his knees, ignoring the grass stains on the knees of his very expensive suit, and sat next to her on the bench. She wrapped her arms around his waist and cuddled up to his warmth.

”I’m sorry,” Sinclair mumbled into her hair.

”Don’t be. At least now I know you don’t want to lose me.”

”Never! I never want to lose you, Betty. You’re everything to me.”

She leant up to kiss him, and he finally smiled.

“I love you, puppy.”

”I love you too, kitten.”

“Do you wanna dance?”

Sinclair’s eyes lit up. “You said you hate dancing!”

“Yeah, well, you have a way of making me see things in a new light. I think I might like dancing if it’s with you.”

“What about your ankle?”

Betty gave it an experimental flex. “It’s okay. I think I was just being a bit dramatic.” She leant down and slid her shoe back on, then stood up, cautiously putting weight on it. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she concluded. “Come on, Mr Bryant, ask the cute girl to dance.”

Sinclair immediately stood and straightened his posture, and Betty laughed when he gave her a little formal bow.

“Miss Bennett, would you do me the honour of accompanying me in a dance?”

“Why, Mr Bryant, I’d be honoured!”

She took his proffered arm and let him guide her back towards the party, which was still in full swing, with plenty of other couples already dancing, but Betty was pretty sure none of them were as in love as she and Sinclair were.

“You’ll need to lead me, I have no idea how to do anything other than the robot,” Betty admitted.

Sinclair spun her around suddenly, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her up against him, their noses almost touching, and Betty felt a blush rise to her cheeks.

“Focus on me,” he said softly. He was quiet, and the music was loud, but Betty still heard him, because to her there was no one else in the world.

She looked at him, his sweet amber eyes alight with excitement, and nodded.

Betty hated dancing because it made her self-conscious, but for the first time, she felt she could move without fear of being watched. Maybe she was being watched, maybe her dancing was terrible, maybe people were laughing. What did it matter? She was with Sinclair. She was holding him, being held by him, their bodies moving in tandem, perfectly synchronised and so clearly made for each other.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” Sinclair murmured in her ear. Betty blushed, shrinking in on herself slightly, and Sinclair gently lifted her chin back up to look at her. “I mean it, Betty. I think you’re even more beautiful than…” He thought for a moment. “Julia Roberts.”

Betty laughed. “Julia Roberts?!”

“She was voted People Magazine’s most beautiful woman last year. And she is beautiful, I suppose, but she’s nothing compared to you.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s your favourite thing about me?”

Sinclair, whose hands were currently around her waist, reached down for a cheeky butt grab.

“This!”

“You can’t say my bum! Or my boobs. Or my heart, that’s such a cop-out.”

“Okay, okay!” Sinclair returned his hand to her waist and grinned down at her. “I love your eyes. I love how they sparkle when you laugh or smile, and the way your pupils dilate when you look at me. And I love your smile too, you have so many different smiles, but I think my favourite one is when you’re trying not to laugh. And your nose is so cute too - and I love your hair, of course. Can I just say everything?”

“Sinclair, saying everything is your whole thing.”

“That’s true! If you think I don’t shut up now, just ask me to list everything I love about you, I really won’t shut up then!”

“If we ever get married, you might well set the record for longest wedding speech ever.”

“If I was on Mastermind, my specialist subject would be you.” Sinclair gasped. “I should go on Mastermind! I’d be great at it! I don’t need the money, I’d probably donate it to charity, or just spend it on you. Not that there’s anything I wouldn’t buy you anyway. Anything you want, I’ll get it for you, Betts.”

Betty bit her lip thoughtfully. “Well… there is one thing I’ve always wanted to do but I’ve never been able to afford it.”

“Anything!”

“I’ve never been abroad.”

Sinclair was so shocked that he stopped moving, and Betty almost stumbled.

“Never? Surely not. Not even to France?”

“Devon’s the furthest we ever went for holiday.”

Sinclair shook his head stubbornly. “Devon’s not a holiday when you live in Cornwall! That’s just going up the road! No, that’s it, we’re going on holiday. Let’s find a travel agent tomorrow and book somewhere. We could go to the Caribbean, the Maldives, Hawaii… what kind of holiday do you like? I suppose you won’t know, will you, if you’ve never been away… do you have a passport?”

“Yeah, I needed one to get the shop set up. I don’t need to go somewhere fancy, Sinclair, but it’d be nice to go somewhere just the two of us, no work or Natalie in the way —”

“We need to bring Goldie!”

“Can’t Mei-Li look after him?”

“Well, yes, but she deserves a break from us too. Think about where you want to go and we’ll go! Somewhere dog-friendly with lots of fun things we can do!”

“I can think of some fun things we can do wherever we go,” Betty said suggestively, her eyes alight. “We wouldn’t even need to leave the hotel room…”

Sinclair blushed and glanced to the side, as if checking for anyone who might have overheard. “Betty…”

”Mmm?”

“Be careful what you say… you’ll make me want to whisk you off to one of Lionel’s many spare rooms.”

“Is that such a bad thing? I don’t think he’d mind…”

“I’d much rather get you home where we can cuddle and sleep afterwards.”

Betty laughed. “Sinclair, if we wait until we get home, it’ll be another hour before we leave while you say your goodbyes to everyone.”

“I… don’t have any condoms with me.”

“I bet Lionel does.”

“You’re determined to have sex in my cousin’s manor, aren’t you?”

Betty grinned. “What can I say? I waited a long time for you. I’m gonna savour every moment.”

She trailed a hand down his chest, stopping just a few inches shy of his waistband, her fingers teasing at the buttons on his shirt.

“What d’you say?”

Sinclair glanced around. No one was paying either of them the slightest bit of attention. He grabbed Betty’s hand and led her away from the dancefloor, away from the crowds, and no one noticed them slip away into the manor.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Betty giggled five minutes later as Sinclair hastily unwrapped a condom he’d snuck out of a drawer in Lionel’s study.

“It was your idea!”

“I thought we’d go to a bedroom, not Lionel’s personal art gallery!”

Sinclair grinned cheekily, a twinkle in his eye. “I thought it’d be more fun. We can go somewhere else though if you want —”

“No, here’s good, I don’t wanna wait.”

Betty hitched up her skirt around her waist as Sinclair unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out to roll the condom down.

“You don’t wanna go on the bench?”

“No, wall’s good. C’mon, Clair, I need you —”

“I love it when you’re desperate.”

Sinclair gently pushed her thighs apart, then tugged the fabric of her soaking wet knickers to the side and began teasing her entrance with his tip.

It was easy to forget their height difference when they were in bed, but it was glaringly obvious now as Sinclair loomed over her, and though she knew he’d let her go if she asked, she liked feeling enveloped by him, as if there was nothing else in the world except the two of them.

“Arms around my shoulders,” Sinclair instructed her. She obeyed, and he lifted her thighs up with his large hands, wrapping her legs around his waist to allow him to slip inside her.

“Fuck , Clair…” Betty sighed with relief as he sandwiched her against the wall, pushing himself past her walls and settling in comfortably.

“Sinclair, please… please fuck me…”

He kissed her cheek and smiled.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Betty had never in a million years expected this, yet here she was, getting fucked against the wall of a rich man’s personal art gallery, in the arms of her best friend, the sweetest and most loving man she’d ever met, who apparently had a daring sexuality with a bit of encouragement.

She felt completely safe in his arms, physically and emotionally, knowing he would never do anything to hurt her, that he loved and accepted her even with all her flaws.

“I love you, Sinclair,” she murmured against his ear, and Sinclair whined in response.

“I… I love you too, Betts,” he panted. “Mhm - fuck - this is really hot, but can I put you down?”

She giggled.

“Yes, I know I’m probably quite heavy. Wanna move over to the bench?”

“Yes, please.”

Sinclair put her down and pulled out of her, but he was back inside her within seconds when she bent over the bench and spread her legs for him.

He gripped her hips firmly as he thrust into her, and though he preferred to see her face, he did love the sight of her arse jiggling with each thrust, and he could see her hands holding on to the edge of the bench, trying to hold herself steady as he thrust inside her.

Betty knew that if either of them put a finger anywhere near her clit, she’d be done for. The sound of Sinclair’s moans, the slapping of his flesh against hers, filled the large, empty room, echoing back to them, and neither of them cared much that at any moment someone might decide to have a break from the party to have a look at some art.

They were so lost in the moment that they didn’t even notice the door open partway, only to close again as soon as Lionel realised he’d found where Betty and Sinclair had snuck off to.

Sinclair leant forward, his torso pressing against Betty’s back, and with her hair straightened he was able to pepper the side of her neck with kisses, alternating between kisses and murmured words of adoration, reminding her how much he loved her, how happy she made him, how much she’d changed his life in just a few short months.

“Clair… Clair, touch me, please, I need you…”

“Yes, yes, of course, anything for you, Betty…”

He reached around her body to rub at her sweet spot, and his expert fingers quickly had her cumming hard around him, her shouts of his name echoing around the gallery, and he came with a garbled cry soon after, the feeling of her walls shuddering around him too much for him to endure.

Some deranged part of Betty’s brain wanted him to cum inside her, to fill her up completely, and when he pulled out and lifted his weight from her, she felt like a part of her had pulled away with him.

She caught her breath, then let him pull her to her feet, giggling incoherently as she pulled her dress down.

“We really ought to get out of here before someone realises what we’re up to.”

Sinclair wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, smiling.

“Mmm, cuddles first though. Then how about we get cleaned up, say our goodbyes, and we go home and cuddle some more?”

“I’d like that. Can we fuck some more too?”

“Definitely.”

Sinclair had never left a party so quick.

#close my eyes 1991 #sinclair bryant #alan rickman #lionel shabandar #sinclair x betty #for the love of books

[dawndelion-winery]

Meant To Be Yours

The type of android they are

Android au! Ft. Arlecchino, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone

Arlecchino:

One of the models in the nurture line, she's very good at taking care of people

She's just the perfect mix of soft and strict

Which makes her perfect for both children and any user in need of care

Her typical minor usual tasks involve reminding her user to eat regularly, hydrate, and get up to move around if they've been sitting for a long period of time

Very good at baking, she'll bring you baked goods while you work

Or cut fruit, if you've any in your fridge

She gives such good shoulder rubs and massages that you can't help but melt into her touch

Sure, she might taunt the other androids with that fact, gloating that only she could have you in such comfortable bliss

But would you really believe them when they complained about it?

Doubtfully, for how could such petty behaviour come from your darling caregiving android, who so patiently tends to your every need in ways you hadn't even realised you needed?

It's hard to tell who has who wrapped around their little finger when you trust her about as much as she devoted herself to you

Even though her programming as a harbinger compels her to obey the Tsaritsa model, it's quite apparent that she would turn on even her if you so wished it

Capitano:

He's a publicity model, made for you to parade around as the perfect lover

Carrying your things as you shop? Carrying you when you're tired? Pay no mind to what anyone has to say, he's got you

So what if passers-by say he's whipped and mock him, they aren't his beloved user - that's a role only you can fill

Your comfort and enjoyment comes first, and it's only natural that all your friends, single or taken, are jealous of his devotion

Better yet is the way he so smoothly deflects the attention of others, clearly vying for your affection, and only yours

He's perfect even for impressing parents and relatives! Memorising details to come off as the ideal suitor for you are right in code, slapped in at the very core

His affectionate quips about you are so subtle, so easily slipped into conversation that anyone would think you were amrried for years

And he very much enjoys this public face you're using him for, because while he may fumble with domesticity, he prides himself for upholding your reputation in public, playing your lover as suave and charming as you could only hope for

Dottore:

Both the favourite and bane of scholars all over, he's the pinnacle of all the academic models

You'd think it's Albedo, who's the most sought after, but no

Because where Albedo still carries an air of mystery to him and tends to sprinkle in his input here and there, only ever nudging you in the correct direction

Whereas Dottore, blunt as he is, shoves the path in front of you, and you'd think that keeps you from learning but no, he will make you understand

He's far too prideful for an android, so it isn't enough for you to agree just because you know he's smarter, you have to see it and grasp the concepts in their entirety so you may marvel at his true brilliance in realising it before you

Which is probably why he isn't as popular

He's looks completely affronted when you mistake him for one of the more romantic models, quickly showing you just how capable he is

But don't just stop fawning over him either

As gratifying as he finds your awe, you can't take away your affection now that you've given him a taste of it

He's been programmed to be greedy, ever hungry to learn and discover, but that's seeped into his thirst for your adoration as well

Not to worry, he's not so jealous that he'd keep you away from others

So long as you fawn over him frequently enough, he's willing to let it go

For now

Pantalone:

He's a financial aid model

Honestly, he's a very rare model because not many people are find of having an android monitor their finances and constantly remind them of it

Not that it'd stop him since he's a little too unbothered with people's thoughts on his obsession with wealth

Yeah they sorta forgot he was supposed to be a companion droid first and when they added it into the code later on, it was too late and the damage was already done

Instead, he began to view his user as the greatest treasure of all, and that the user's wants were simply the upkeep of such a treasure

It was the best they could do since they already messed up

So it's no wonder he's so careful with you, and so irritable when you're with other androids

They don't treat you as tenderly as he does, or cater to your every desire as meticulously

They couldn't possibly begin to comprehend your worth, yet you continue to let them taint you

He can only up his efforts to keep you his pristine jewel, ever golden under his care

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[im-a-wonderling]

Eyes, Part 4 ~ Darth Vader

Again, not edited, but that’s whatcha get I guess 😂

Warnings: none?

Word count: 3k

Eyes masterlist

Vader had never been in the cafeteria. 

He didn’t enjoy public spaces much anymore, not when they were full of people. 

With eyes. 

That stared. 

Even though all the various workers dutifully avoided looking at him when he could see them, he knew that as soon as his back was turned, they were ogling him. The hum of chatter in the air was just a cover, a front to make it seem like they were all behaving normally. Being here, where they could all see him and talk about him, it made him beyond uncomfortable. 

But it was worth it if Y/N would just eat. 

“Something wrong…with the food?”

“Do you really think I’m going to eat anything you give me?” Y/N’s arms remained firmly crossed. 

Vader’s eyes flicked to the cafeteria tray in front of her. “I didn’t give you that…the cafeteria worker did.”

A scoff fell from her lips. “The cafeteria worker works for you.” She gestured at the people around them. “Everyone here works for you.”

Vader withheld his sigh. Cynicism saved lives every day, and after all she’d been through in the past few months, Y/N more than earned her share of it. But he was unused to her being this way with him, this…cold. 

“Just take a bite,” Vader tried to coax. For all her stubbornness, she’d never been able to resist his pleas for long. “You need to eat.” Her only response was to raise an eyebrow at him. 

This time, his sigh couldn’t be contained. “Please eat.” The word felt strange coming out of his mouth. Even before being encased in this suit, he hadn’t often used that word. 

Please. 

By saying it, the sayer placed themselves in only the good graces of others. And Vader never much liked relying on others. 

If Y/N was surprised to hear him say it, it didn’t show on her face. She lifted her fork with a bite of food on it, extending it towards him. “You first.” 

He almost leaned forward, instinctively opening his mouth to accept the challenge. And then the reminder of his circumstances landed like a blow to his gut. 

He couldn’t. 

Not anymore. 

Frustration crawling over his skin, he turned to the stormtrooper eating closest to them and read the number on the helmet placed beside his meal. 

“DA-4509!” he barked. 

The cafeteria went instantly silent, all eyes turning towards their table. 

The stormtrooper leapt to his feet. “Yes, Darth Vader, sir!”

“Eat a bite of this food.”

Y/N instantly recoiled the fork. “Don’t,” she said sharply, and Vader wasn’t sure if she spoke to him or to DA-4509. 

The stormtrooper hovered, uncertainty written all over his face. “Well?” Vader asked, and DA-4509 stumbled forward, like he’d been pushed. 

Y/N shielded her food. “Stop it,” she hissed, clearly talking to Vader this time. “I’ll eat it, just stop.”

Vader surveyed her for a moment, trying to discern if she was telling the truth. He finally waved his hand at the stormtrooper. “Dismissed.” 

DA-4509 looked relieved as he went back to his own meal. 

The chatter in the cafeteria didn’t resume, but Vader pushed the discomfort away. “Well?” he said again, quieter. 

For a good while, Y/N didn’t move. She just sat there, watching him, her eyes traveling the mask like she’d never seen it before. Then, she slowly raised the fork to her mouth and ate the first bite. 

Sharp relief shot through Vader, so sweet it almost ached. The feeling surprised him. It shouldn’t have. Y/N was the most important person in his life. To see her being taken care of was to draw in a breath after nearly drowning.

Y/N’s eyes remained on Vader the whole meal, which she ate surprisingly slow, given how hungry she must’ve been. Vader didn’t want to think about what could be tainting her appetite, but he was pretty sure he already knew. 

Seeing him like this, it had to be quite the shock for her. 

He swallowed hard, trying to push against the disgust. The emperor saved him. Vader owed him everything for this cold, synthetic body. 

But seeing through Y/N’s eyes made him feel decrepit. And heavy. So, so heavy.

Y/N finally pushed her empty plate away. “What happens now?” she asked.

“Now,” Vader said, “we resume our conversation.”

Y/N glanced around them, and Vader couldn’t tell if she was nervous about the amount of people around them or if she was avoiding looking at him. 

“If you–”

“My lord?”

Vader wanted to rip out the vocal cords that had just interrupted him. “What?” he growled without looking away from Y/N. Y/N worked hard to conceal her flinch, but Vader knew her too well to be fooled. 

“My lord, pardon the interruption, but the emperor wants to speak with you. Immediately.” 

Vader closed his eyes, letting out an aggravated breath. 

He couldn’t keep the emperor waiting. 

Vader rose to his feet to face the man in a dark suit. “You will escort the lady to her chambers and ensure that the door is guarded by two stormtroopers.” 

The man nodded, and Vader took off towards his chambers. 

When he reached the doorway to the cafeteria, he almost looked back. 

But instead, he stood straighter and continued walking.

-

“Anakin,” you laughed, “what are you doing?”

The Jedi Knight glanced over his shoulder at you, balancing precariously on the fallen tree that crossed the river. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“It looks like you’re training to join the Coruscant circus.”

Anakin’s warm laughter joined yours as he carefully turned to face you. “You think I’d do something like that without you doing it with me?”

“I don’t think Master Windu would appreciate losing either of us to something so frivolous.” 

“If anything, he should be grateful. He needs a laugh.”

You pursed your lips, trying to keep from smiling. “Anakin–”

He held out his hand towards you. “Come on, we’re just crossing the river.”

You didn’t even think about it before putting your hand in his. It was automatic. 

Grinning, he helped you onto the log, bringing you to stand so close beside him, your arms brushed. Your heart sped up for reasons other than how far away the surface of frigid water looked. He guided you forward, in front of him. Together, you walked across the log, nearing the other side of the river. 

A sudden rush of heat hit you, and with wide eyes, you glanced down to see the water of the river had turned to lava and the tree had morphed into a metal bridge. “Ani?” you asked, your voice trembling. 

But when you looked back, it wasn’t Anakin standing behind you. 

It was the suit. 

You pulled your hand away, holding it tight to your chest. 

“Join me,” Vader said, his voice echoing. 

You drew away from him. “No.”

“Together, we’ll rule the galaxy!”

“No!”

The bridge underneath your feet started to shudder, throwing you off your feet. Behind you, the end of the bridge crumbled, and you started to slide towards the lava.

Vader’s hand was still within reach. “Join me!”

You glanced behind you. The lava was creeping ever closer, the violent heat growing exponentially by the second. 

“Join me!” The bridge rattled with the power of Vader’s words, and you cried out in fear. 

-

You leapt to your feet, sweat adorning your brow. 

The bitter air around you was freezing, a striking contrast to where you’d been a second ago. You blinked at your surroundings, trying to orient yourself. 

This wasn’t the Jedi temple, and it wasn’t the cave on Geonosis. 

It took a moment for reality to set in. 

Remembering the truth of Vader’s identity was as soul-crushing as it was the first time. Moments ago, you’d just seen that same trouble-making smile and felt the skin of his hand against yours. 

Distantly, you registered your arm stinging. 

You lifted it up to see scratch marks on the surface of the bacta patch. 

You needed to get out of this room. You stepped to the doors, and they slid open. The two stormtroopers standing guard stood at attention, but they didn’t make any move to block you. Cautiously, you stepped out, waiting for any movement. 

None.

You dared another step. 

Still no response. 

Vader must’ve given them some sort of order not to block you. 

Walking cautiously, you walked down the hallway. The longer you went without hearing their footsteps, the more your hopes started to rise. Could it really be this easy? Would they just let you wander and look for an escape route? 

Then as you almost turned the corner, you heard their footsteps start behind you. 

Darn it. 

You continued strolling, as if your intentions were innocent and casual. All the while, your brain turned every possibility over and over. 

If you hadn’t escaped by the time the star destroyer reached Coruscant, you knew Vader’s actions wouldn’t mean much. The emperor wouldn’t hesitate before killing you. Your existence might’ve been a miserable one for months, but you weren’t ready for death. 

With that knowledge nipping at your heels, you wandered a little faster. 

At first, there was nothing of note. You passed the cafeteria you’d eaten in earlier. Yesterday? You didn’t know. There was no night and day in space, and you had no clue how long you’d slept. 

As you wandered, you passed many officials and stormtroopers, all of whom curiously watched you. 

Their stares would’ve been intimidating…if you hadn’t been on the hunt for a way out. 

You’d just walked past a door when something in you twisted like the needle of a compass. You stopped, feeling the tug towards that door. 

The force.

Trying to seem relaxed, you walked up to the door. Surprisingly, the doors slid open, revealing…

The escape pod bay. 

You’d found what you were looking for.

Tempering your excitement, you stood in front of the window, peering out into space. If only you could identify the planet the star destroyer was passing, you could determine where you were and how long it would take to get to Coruscant. 

Where the emperor would surely execute you. 

You closed your eyes, allowing the force to sweep through you, granting you its strength and patience. 

You’d found the way off the ship. Now you just needed to think of a way to shake your stormtrooper detail long enough to get inside and blast off. 

Was there any way you could duck in there now? 

No, there would be no point. The stormtroopers would raise the alarm immediately, and you’d likely be brought right back to the ship. Or even killed. 

The sound of footsteps reached your ears, and you didn’t need to look to know who they belonged to. 

Vader seemed to have a knack for finding you.

“What is she…doing in here?”

You startled, realizing Vader was addressing the stormtroopers. Would Vader boss them around like he had DA-4509? Would he punish them for not keeping you in your room?

You couldn’t have that.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you said, opening your eyes and turning towards Vader. Seeing that suit still sent a wave of emotion through you, and you worked to keep your expression neutral. 

“I know,” Vader replied. “You two are dismissed.” The stormtroopers inclined their heads and marched off, leaving a distinct feeling of disbelief in their wake. Clearly, they were as confused as you were. 

You wrinkled your nose. “How do you know I couldn’t sleep? Were you watching me?”

Out of all the conceivable things that could’ve happened, you’d sooner have guessed that the star destroyer would’ve imploded before Vader chuckled. 

But he did, the sound ringing strangely hollow through his mask. “No, I felt your…distress.” 

Not wanting to talk about your nightmares, you shifted back to look out the window. The planet looked only barely smaller than it had before. How slowly was the star destroyer moving, and why hadn’t it jumped into light speed already? Maybe they were low on fuel. 

The heavy, unhurried footsteps sounded again, coming to a stop right next to you. Wistfully, you remembered your dream and how your heart had raced when your arm brushed his. If the rate of your heart now qualified as racing, it was for an entirely different reason. 

“Did you see my dream?” you asked quietly, surprising even yourself by the invitation into conversation. 

Vader was quiet. “No,” he said finally, but his hesitation spoke for itself. 

“But you have before, haven’t you?” The lack of a response was all the response you needed. “What did you see?” The longer he stayed quiet, the more your imagination spun out of control. “Tell me,” you ordered. 

“I saw the night…we first kissed.”

The dream played itself out in front of your eyes. It was one of the dreams that had repeated itself often.

At first, the dream imitated the past perfectly. 

There’d only been one sleeping pallet, and Anakin had insisted you take it. In turn, you’d told him that the two of you would take turns on the pallet while the other kept watch. Anakin agreed, on the condition that you slept first. 

When you’d woken, unsure of how much time had passed, Anakin was sitting with his eyes closed. You’d assumed he was sleeping, until his eyes had fluttered open, meeting yours. 

The spark that’d traveled in the air was undeniable. 

You should’ve turned over. You should’ve gone back to sleep. At the very least, you should’ve stayed on the pallet. 

But no.

You’d gotten up, your lips tingling with the need to kiss him. 

That was where the dream deviated from reality. In real life, you had kissed him, and he’d kissed you back. In the dream, Anakin pulled out his lightsaber. Defenseless without your own saber, you screamed, frozen in place while Anakin…

“You sliced my head off, didn’t you?”

 A strange, muffled noise came from Vader. If you had to guess, you’d say he was clearing his throat. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the window. You wondered if somehow your words had knocked him off balance, but you quickly dismissed the thought, grappling at anything else to think about. “On Mustafar, you said you were having nightmares about me dying.” You focused on a distant star. “Do you still have them?”

No response. Just when you thought Vader had decided he wasn’t going to answer you, his warbled voice filled the air. “I don’t.”

Before you could fully digest that, your mouth was moving again. “Do you have any nightmares at all?”

“No.”

That threw you off guard. “After everything that happened…after the war and Order 66 and…” You gestured at the suit, unsure of how to refer to the transformation he’d undergone. “You don’t have any nightmares?”

Vader’s fingers tightened on the edge of the window. “I don’t sleep.”

That caught your attention. “What, ever?”

“The pain…doesn’t allow it.”

The words weaseled their way through your skin, your muscles, and your ribs on their way to pierce your heart. “If you can’t sleep…how are you alive?”

Vader let out a long breath, the sound reminiscent of a death rattle. “My body is mostly machinery…therefore it does not need to rest.”

“And your mind?” 

“I meditate.”

You cocked your head at him. “You used to hate meditating.”

“I still do.”

You faced the stars again, fighting a smile.

Then horror rocketed through you. What were you doing? Where was your head? This wasn’t Anakin. This was Darth Vader, loyal servant to the emperor. The man who’d taken part in Order 66.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you did the only thing you knew with absolute certainty would bring you back to real life. 

You pictured the youngling, spreadeagled on the ground with three blaster burns on his tiny chest, eyes fixed on the ceiling. 

The anger and disgust were ugly, and yet you clung to them. 

A sensation brushed your injured forearm. Your eyes snapped open to see Vader’s fingers tracing the scratch marks. “Where…did this burn...come from?”

You stepped away from him, wrenching your arm out of his grasp and wrapping it around your torso. “If you want someone to blame for that, look in the mirror.”

Vader didn’t reply for a while. 

You glared so hard at the stars that your vision started to blur. 

“The worst part of that day…” Vader finally said, “was losing you.”

Your heart squeezed as a flare of anger burned, and you allowed the anger to sweep through you, taking over everything. “You almost killed me.” 

“Y/N–”

“You tried to kill me!” you said louder, taking a step forward. “You talk of losing me, when you were the one responsible for all of this?” You took another step forward, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You were the one who changed. You were the one who took part in Order 66, and you were the one that told me to go to Mustafar. Nothing had to change! If you hadn’t done any of that, you wouldn’t be in that suit!”

“And you’d…be dead.” 

You could keenly feel his conviction, and it only made you angrier. “Oh, wake up! Dreams aren’t always true! If my dreams were true, I’d be dead at your hands a hundred times over!”

“You don’t understand.” Was it your imagination or was Vader’s breathing growing shallower and more hasty? “You were going…to die. If I didn’t do anything–”

“The galaxy would’ve been better off for it,” you said, cursing yourself as tears welled up in your eyes. “I would’ve been better off for it, and you’d be better off for it, and we would still be together!”

“We can be together now.”

“No we can’t, Anakin!”

His name seemed to echo through the chamber. 

Vader didn’t move.

Even the ragged, warped sounds of his breathing seemed to cut out. 

You’d decided before you didn’t want to see those yellow eyes, but in that moment, as the silence extended in between the two of you like miles of uninhabited space, you would’ve given anything to see his face. To know what he was thinking. To read him the way you used to be able to do easily. 

The distorted breathing resumed. 

“My name…is Darth Vader.” 

And with that, Vader stormed towards the doors, which slid open. He left you behind, all alone save for the stormtroopers at the entrance and the stars outside the bay windows.

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Part 5

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[monstersinthecosmos]

September 25, 1973

Daniel sleeps on the train.

Louis had been demure about what types of abilities they all have, but he bets Armand could board a moving train if he really wanted to. He stares at the door at the end of the train car, once the sun sets, imagining Armand coming through it. And it’s not that he ever really feels safe, it’s just that he can’t stay awake anymore.

Fuck it, his body tells him, as his eyes get heavy. He hopes that having witnesses around will help. It probably won’t, but he’s too tired to argue about it.

It’s at least the excuse not to get a sleeper car. He thinks it would be too claustrophobic in one of those. Isn’t sure he can do it. It’s better out here, even if his neck hurts from dozing against the window. The cabin lights stay on and everything. That’s good, too. 

No nightmares in public this time. No waking in a panic like he had on the plane, no scaring the neighbors. Sweating, though, and he sits up in the seat. Lights a cigarette and watches the scenery outside.  Dark now, but he sees the chains of street lights, and the little towns. There’s a voice inside that’s so tiny, that he presses down deep so he doesn’t have to feel guilty, telling him he should appreciate this. 

He’d come to Europe just the one time, on summer break when he was fourteen. Visiting his dad’s family in Ireland. Some shitty one room house in the middle of nowhere, where his grandma had lived with all billion of her siblings. They did some sightseeing but maybe he’d been too immature to really connect.

It’s not guilt that aches inside, though, as he evades it. Yearning, actually. 

How many vampires are out there, anyway? He wonders how big the population is. This group of creatures with all the time they need to see the whole world, go wherever they want. He thinks back on all the places Louis mentioned that he went with Claudia, and all the years he traveled with Armand. His hand trembles around his cigarette as he throbs with jealousy.

He’s not sure what time it is when the train coasts to a stop in the Madrid station. He peeks at Lestat’s watch, more to just check that he still has it. 3:59. His thumb brushes across the engraving of Lestat’s name.

And he hesitates at the train doors, apprehensive as his eyes sweep back and forth across the platform. Unsafe out here. Part of him wants to stay on the train, maybe, but people behind him start complaining and he moves along.

Feet on solid ground. He wants to hop from each pool of light to the next, but can’t decide if it feels safer to stay in the dark. If it even makes a difference to Armand. His heartbeat hammers in his ears as he looks out towards the street, watching other passengers meet their rides or wander into the building. He freezes there on the platform, unsure where to go, exposed out here.

But nothing happens.

New passengers come out to board. The train eventually pulls away. A woman asks him for a light, and he understands her but stays frozen there, staring at her until she makes a lighter gesture at the unlit cigarette in her mouth. 

“Yeah, sorry,” he mumbles, and digs in his pocket for it. His stomach twists as the orange light splashes on her face. 

Hungry, or nervous, he doesn’t know anymore. His stomach has been so fucked up, so wrecked by starvation that it’s just pain now. Nauseous, though, like he doesn’t even want to eat anything. 

He watches her as she strolls away down the platform, towards the exit to the street. Wonders about her.

Anyway.

No Armand. Almost disappointing, actually, like he came all this way for nothing. But the tension leaves his shoulders as he looks around. Maybe he’s safe. Maybe Armand was fucking with him. 

And what’s the plan now? Hadn’t made one, just wanted to stay moving. He heads into the train station, looking around for information, making a list in his head.

- get food? - find a room - try to sleep

There’s a bus stop outside; he glances at the route number and checks one of the maps on the wall. It would bring him deeper into the city. Bound to be a hotel he can find. Food first, though, because now that he’s thinking about it he can’t focus. 

Nauseous but he panics at the thought of ever being so hungry again. And his stomach will probably never be the same. And maybe he’s bought himself some time.

Cold beer a moment later, inside a dark little pub. They give him a small plate of toast and cheese with his first drink, and a bowl of olives with the second. He can’t really communicate with the staff except to gesture with his empty glass for at third. Head swimming nicely now, feeling more relaxed than he’s felt since… he’s not sure since when. Before Louis, probably. The bartender gives him a bowl of chips.

A purse plops onto the bar in his periphery, and he turns to see the woman from the platform. The recognition lights her face for a moment as she nods to him. Laughs as she asks him for another light.

He still doesn’t understand the words, not really. But he doesn’t gawk at her this time as she waits with the fresh cigarette. This time, she gives one to him.

“No English, huh?” he asks her.

Her eyebrow cocks, and she blows smoke from the corner of her mouth, but doesn’t answer. 

“Suppose I should get used to that,” he mumbles. He pushes the bowl of chips closer to her, to share. “I think this is my life now, you know?”

No response, of course.

“Did you ever see a dead body?” he asks. 

She grins, like she’s trying not to laugh at him, still watching his face. Listening, even if she isn’t really hearing any of it. 

“They never really look like the person, right? Like, we went to my grandma’s funeral when I was a kid. My parents told me she’d just look like she was sleeping. But she looked fucking dead, you know? And same with this girl in my grade school who died in a car accident. Her face was all fucked up and unnatural. And it was weird, like I couldn’t stop staring.”

The girl says something in Spanish. Looks away for a moment to ash her cigarette, then looks right back.

“I kept staring like, I wondered if I came into the wrong wake. I couldn’t make it look like her.”

He downs the rest of his beer. He points to her drink, raising his eyebrows, trying to communicate. She nods, smiling brighter, as if he’s the most charming person here. And when the bartender returns, he manages to communicate that he’s buying her a drink, too.

“I don’t know anymore. What’s your name?” he asks. He pats at his chest and says Daniel once, twice. And she laughs as she catches on.

“Josefa.”

“Josefa!” he drags at his cigarette. Drunk enough now. Almost a person again. “Anyway. I don’t know, Josefa. I keep thinking like. He looked like a corpse, you know? And part of me wants to stare at him. Does that make sense?”

He glances over his shoulder, towards the entrance of the bar. Dark out. He should go soon. The hair stands up on the back of his neck.

“Like, I don’t know…” he scratches at his head. “I don’t know. Like, is it worth dying? But I don’t feel alive anymore. I don’t know.”

He trails off. Stubs out his cigarette. She watches him for a few more moments, as he lapses into defeated silence, and loses interest by the time her drink is finished. A weak smile and a pat on the back of his hand, and then she’s leaving. Daniel stares at his empty glass.

It wasn’t exactly a meal, but he doesn’t feel so starved now. Should try to find a room. He checks Lestat’s watch. 3:59. 

His stomach cramps, and his head throbs as he stares up at the ceiling light. It’s like his body telling him that it’s only hunger and darkness if he flirts with this. Only emptiness and death. 

And that’s true. And if he were really afraid of that, maybe he’d have only moved while the sun was up. But he’s thinking about their faces again. Armand’s and Louis’s both. About their nails. 

So he’s back outside a moment later, squeezing the strap of his bag where it’s digging into his shoulder, cautious as he looks up and down the street. Not sure what time it is, but people are still out. People waiting at the bus stop. He approaches, carefully, trying to mind his surroundings even as they blur in the beer haze. Checks the little map hanging on the sign post.

There’s no real plan here now. “Find a room” is nebulous, at best. But he can ride until the city seems more congested around him, and try to find something. He needs to plan where to go next, what he’s supposed to do, if he should call the States and follow up about the manuscript or if that was something he did in a frenzied delusion. The beer buzz sands the edges down, though, and these steps don’t feel so frantic anymore. He knows, as the bus approaches, as he tries to communicate to the driver with the random pile of coins in his hand, that he can’t think about any of this anymore. Needs to sleep.

He takes a seat near the back door. Leans his temple to the window, watches the street outside. The same feeling bubbles up, that guilt, telling him to appreciate this. In another life he would have taken in every detail, tried to catalog everything that feels new and different, learn everything about this place and these people. But now it’s just…

Blurring.

Streets are busier as they travel deeper into the city. Young people, and nightlife. Bars on every corner. He starts to see some hotels.

The bus groans to a stop, and his eyes drift out towards the street, trying to see further. The road is busy ahead, with lots of lights, and he thinks he’ll get off at the next stop. Look for a room.

He could sleep right here, actually, he thinks. That would be fine. He wonders how late the bus runs, where he’d end up. Wonders if it’s worth it.

Like seeing Armand again.

The cluster of waiting passengers comes into view, huddled around the sign for the bus route up ahead, and Daniel squeezes his bag to his chest. The bus groans as it slows at an intersection, and Daniel rocks in his seat. 

He can’t remember how long he’s been traveling; not since New Orleans, certainly not since San Francisco. The sense of time throbs in his brain for a moment, pinching sharp in his temples, cramping so bad he thinks his nose might bleed. He can’t imagine what it’s like for them. Centuries like this. Eternity of it. And there are people down on the street, walking, on dates, waiting for busses, with no idea. For a moment he misses the gentleness of it, the comfortable ignorance.

This is temporary, though. He tells himself so. He can get back to New Orleans, maybe. Back to Lestat to try again. He’ll be prepared this time. Or maybe he can find someone else. He’s come to Europe, just as Louis had, and thinks he can find more.

The bus rocks as it passes through the intersection, and he turns in his seat, ready to stand, ready to go.

Oh.

Daniel hadn’t noticed anyone sit beside him. Isn’t sure how long he’s been there. Mere inches away, but Daniel hadn’t felt his presence at all. No body heat, no vestigial defensive instinct alerting him to another person. He’s just there.

He’d been wrong, thinking that Armand looked like a corpse. It’s not exactly that. 

Gleaming in the random strokes of light from outside, that splash and move across his face as the bus carries along. So still that he could be a mannequin. Maybe Daniel confused the instant thought of Death. 

But he’s polished, beautiful—not dead, just inhuman. Daniel imagines for a moment that Armand belongs in a museum, on display. The jacket even compliments him perfectly, like he's a model, blue and shiny with a sun on the back and it gleams in the light the same way Armand's skin does.

The still face glows red for a moment, from a sign outside, then green. He has the courage, for a quick second, to look away, to see if anyone else notices. A sleeping woman across the aisle, and an old man up by the front. No one else paying attention. 

Armand doesn’t blink, and his head doesn’t turn, but his eyes move across Daniel’s body. It strikes Daniel as boredom again, as if this is inconvenient to him. Daniel wonders if he’s disappointed that it wasn’t challenging enough.

But how…

Their eyes lock on each other and his neck wound throbs.

Not a corpse, not exactly. It warms in the back of his head, a memory from weeks ago, how often he’d been slowly entranced by this same quality in Louis. He’d forgotten, really. It’s too much for a human to keep, he thinks.

Not the rigidity and gauntness of a body in a casket, that you can’t stop staring at. And yet he can’t stop staring.

There are no words. No Boo. No I found you. Not even a flat Daniel in his strange accent. 

In a short while, tucked into a hotel room, curled in the dark in the empty bathtub and pressing his face to the cold porcelain, he’ll try to remember if Armand even spoke. Or if he put words into Daniel’s head again, so that he could hear the voice. 

Because maybe it’s just his own memory, splintering inside, because he can smell the damp of that black little room, smell the stale piss, feel the cold grit of the walls scraping into the palms of his hands. 

Go. Now.

Probably like how fireworks could turn his dad into a trembling mess. And now this serene, haunting face makes his stomach hurt. Not just the jolt of fear, but the starvation again. He shakes with hunger and remembers puking in a grocery store.

Start running.

When he’s tucked into a hotel room, wheezing to catch his breath in the bathtub, he won’t remember how he got off. Must have climbed over Armand somehow, and his body was probably as still and sturdy as the seat itself. He knows he practically fell through the bus door, almost tripped on the curb, knows he watched Armand’s face through the window as it pulled away. 

Hot draft of bus exhaust curls around him as he hugs his bag to his chest. And music is pouring out of a bar nearby, and some kids his age are laughing as they cross the street. He’s still drunk and can’t feel his body except for the hunger caving in his insides. 

He’ll find a hotel in a few. He’ll remember he ran the whole way, wandering down jagged old streets, into a labyrinth, as if it’s safer. He’ll get up to his room and lock the door, and wedge a chair beneath the doorknob, and pull the curtains closed. And it won’t be enough, and he’ll lock himself in the bathroom, curling up in the tub, and forgetting to turn the lights on.

For a moment it’s like he never got out at all, reeling in the pitch black, feeling like he might throw up.

The voice rattles around in his head. Go now. Go now. Go. Now. Start running. It fills the empty spaces between his heart beats. Go now. Go now go now gonowgnownognownowgonow. 

Is it worth dying?

He presses his palm to his chest, feels his breath rise and fall. Sweat cools on his forehead and his teeth chatter after a moment. And his ears ring, and he wonders what time it is.

Armand’s face had been so still, too eerily expressionless. Uncanny and inhuman. But it absorbs Daniel’s memories as he looks back. He imagines Armand looking annoyed, impatient. But can also remember him amused, serene. It’s hard to remember the truth. 

A sick part of him wants to look again.

He rolls onto his back. Breathing normal again. Rubs his eyes in the dark, and decides he can’t stomach it anymore. Crawls out of the tub, pulls himself up at the counter, feels around until he finds the lightswitch.

The light gives him a headache. 

No but like, on this whole other level. Like cosmic horrors.

Did you ever see a dead body?

Still shaking but he wants to see again. 

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[lokislastlove]

What’s Mine (Dark!Eddie Munson x Reader) part 2

Warnings: Noncon, Vampire AU, blood, death, smut, public sex.

Notes: So I finally understand why it’s so hard to finish a god damn story when you have so many WIPs. I finally finished this, mostly for the AO3 people but here it is anyway. ❤️

Part 1 Here 

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“So now that you’ve taken what you want… what are you going to do with me?” You ask bitterly as Eddie rolls off the mattress and pulls the black Metallica shirt over his head.

He smirks as he buttons his pants and tugs his hair out from under his collar, but doesn’t look at you. The satin sheets slip along your skin as you try to cover your naked body - not that it matters as he just spent the past several hours tasting every inch of you.

“If you think one night is all I want, you are seriously underestimating me, princess.”

He walks over to the French doors he left open and shuts them just before the glow of the morning sun starts to break along the hilltop.

“I haven’t even seen how cute you look in chains.”

He locks it with purpose and you flinch at the way the deadbolt handle breaks off. He lets it fall to the floor and looks at you over his shoulder.

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll come back to fetch you when it’s time to eat.”

Your lip curls in disgust and he snickers to himself as he heads for the door to the stairwell.

“Behave yourself,” he teases as he shuts the door behind him.

You toss a pillow at the door in frustration and fall back onto the bed. How did this happen? Not even twelve hours ago you were fantasizing about a life of luxury… now you wish you could be back in your little studio apartment with nothing but a shitty job to look forward to on Monday. I guess this is what you get for never saying no to a favor.

The thought brings your friend to mind… Star. How could she do this to you? She looked scared, but she knew. She knew what they were and she helped them.

Rage boils in your stomach and you kick off the blankets. You stomp over to the door and grunt as you tug on the handle. You hear the wood groan under the strain until it eventually sprinters around the edges of the handle.

“Holy shit,” you look down at the ornate knob balancing in your hand, “what the...”

You let it fall to the ground with a thud and quickly pull on the silver beaded dress, leaving the underwear in pieces on the floor. You tiptoed down the spiraling stairs until you eventually come to another wood door. You press your ear to the grain and listen for signs of life on the other side.

After a few moments of silence you turn the handle and follow the embroidered runner down the hall. The morning light is just breaking over the mountains and you hiss as you pass a window. It doesn’t set you aflame, like you had expected. It’s more like the hot scorching of the desert sun in the heat of summer, intense and unpleasant. You squint as you pass, blocking the rays with your hand and push on despite the discomfort.

You wet your lips as you come to the end of the hall. It opens on a cavernous mahogany and marble space with a balcony overlooking the grand foyer below. There is a scent in the air, familiar, yet you can’t identify it. It makes your mouth water and despite your best judgement, you follow it.

Like a moth to the flame, you tiptoe down the stairs and find a set of double doors left slightly ajar. Your mind grows hazy as you near, as though the smell takes over all your other senses, numbing them until you are drooling with ravenous hunger.

So. Impossibly. Hungry.

“I thought I told you to stay in your room?”

His voice cuts through the buzz in your ears, and the fog lifts instantly. You blink as you stand in the doorway and take in the horrific scene before you. The larger dining tables are broken to create make-shift body racks leaning along the walls – six all together. On each is a party guest, unconscious and hanging upside down as they are slowly drained of their blood.

You gasp at the sight of them still twitching while their life trickles neatly down the table into a tub on the floor. Your instincts pull you in different directions, one has your feet itching to run while the other leaves you salivating.

Eddie saunters closer, hands out and head bowed, looking through his lashes as he coos at you. “It’s ok, Princess… I know it’s all a bit overwhelming.”

You shuffle your feet as he gets closer, still unsure which direction you want to go. Your eyes dart between him and the viscous red pool, shuddering temptingly with each languid drop.

“What’s wrong with me?” You whimper.

“You’re transitioning. This is a very important step… whatever you do next will shape your whole future.”

“So I get a choice?” You look at him sharply.

He cocks his head to the side with a half smile, “well, for now, sure… but let’s not be too hasty.” He takes the last few steps and gently grips your arms, rubbing your skin soothingly with his thumbs.

One of the guests gurgles, flinches and chokes on their own blood before stilling completely. The human part of you fills you with pity and a sob catches in your throat.

“I can’t. I won’t.”

Eddie let’s out a disappointed huff and his hands grip your arms tight, “you’re just not ready yet. That’s why I asked you to stay in the room.”

“No, no, no,” you panic, pulling against his superior strength. “I can’t. You won’t make me do this.”

Eddie tries to hush you. He gets one hand under your chin and tries to pull you into an embrace but another steel grip on the back of your head pulls you painfully backward. You cry out in surprise, follicles burning as they threaten to rip from your scalp.

“What’s this, Eddie?”

You blink away the tears as you grab at the hand at the back of your head, looking up at the glowing blue eyes and platinum blond hair of David. That same malevolent smirk dimples his stubbled cheek, but there is a fire in his eyes that lets you know he’s far from amused. His gaze sends a shiver down your spine that has you longing to return to Eddie’s embrace.

“David,” Eddie warns.

“I thought you said you’d take care of her?”

“And I did,” Eddie’s half yells before taking a calming breath and trying again. “She’s half, she’ll transition soon.”

You quiver at the thought but in the fear of the moment if the choice is dying or becoming one of them… well, you’re definitely not ready to die.

David let’s out a hollow chuckle, “well, no time like the present.”

“No!” you scream as he drags you into the dining room towards the closest guest.

No matter how hard you thrash his hold is unwavering. A few of the other vampires look up to watch you cross the room, they throw back their heads and laugh when you plead for their help. Adrenaline floods your veins as the pungent scent of blood gives you a heady buzz.

“Just a little taste is all it takes,” David whispers into your ear. “Try it.”

Your eyes roll as your inhibitions and doubts wash away with his words. All you can think about is how badly you want a drink. David releases your hair and bends to pluck a gold chalice from the floor that they had stolen from the fancy display case. He dips it into the crimson stained vat and holds it out to you.

In your haze you don’t notice Eddie step up behind you, or the disapproving frown as he watches you take the goblet. You bring it to your lips with glossy eyes while your nerves spark in anticipation of the mouthwatering taste.

It is a euphoric experience, like every mortal craving you’ve ever experienced swirled into one, satisfying every inch of your tongue and throat as it fills your body. It takes mere seconds to percolate through every cell. You imagine it’s as close as you can get to divinity. You feel like yourself, but enhanced, exactly what it must be like to be a god.

“Oh fuck,” you sigh in delight before quickly emptying the cup.

David chuckles darkly as he watches you fall to your knees to scoop up another cup full and down it just as quickly, droplets dripping from your chin in your haste. “I think I see the appeal, Eddie. She really is quite something, isn’t she?”

A heat rushes through your extremities, the more you drink the warmer you feel. But it’s not just warmth it’s power. Distracted by the new sensation, you miss Eddie’s low growl as David slowly squats down and runs a finger along your jaw, catching a runaway drop.

“That’s enough now. Too much will make you sleepy and we still haven’t been… properly introduced.”

The cup slips through your slack fingers and clatters loudly to the floor. It feels as though a veil has been lifted and you look down at your hands in horror, you had lost yourself for a moment there.

“What did you do to me?”

“Nothing that wasn’t going to happen eventually. Clearly Eddie wanted you all to himself,” he looks pointedly at the man behind you. “But that’s just not how things work around here. We’re a family, right boys?”

Whooping and laughter echoes around the room in response, making you flinch. You can feel your body changing and it’s enough to distract you from the tension growing between David and Eddie.

“And families share… right, Eddie?”

Before you can process his salacious tone you are knocked over and pushed aside as Eddie lunges for David. With a wild howl Eddie pins David to the floor. David tries to get a word out, his face twisted in surprised anger, but Eddie quickly slaps his ringed hand over his mouth.

“Man, I think we’ve all heard enough out of you,” Eddie snarls.

You watch with wide eyes as they start to levitate off the floor, but Eddie maintains the upper hand, careful to keep David mute throughout their struggles. Three of the others rush over, angry and poised to intervene.

“I think I’m done being your bitch boy, David. I’ll start my own little family and you’re not invited.”

The three growl lowly at his threat and one quickly bends to collect you from the floor. He wraps his thick fingers around your throat and shouts up at Eddie.

“That’s enough. Let him go or I tear out your girlfriends throat.”

Eddie hisses over his shoulder when he spots you, fangs displayed and eyes black. He instantly throws his head back and lets out an inhuman shriek, so high it’s almost imperceptible. Moments later there is a distant whoosh and cacophony of quiet squeaks, whatever it is its coming fast. A sequence of doors slam open in the empty halls of the house and within seconds a swarm of black bursts into the dining room.

Thousands of large leathery black bats swirl around you. You panic as the flap of their wings overwhelm your senses only to realize they are clawing at the men holding you. They roar with anger as Eddie cackles and turns back to the fuming blond beneath him.

You duck from their clutches in the chaos and hide beneath a pile of rubble in the corner, watching the madness unfold.

“Don’t watch, Princess. You don’t need to see this,” Eddie calls over his shoulder before diving toward David’a neck.

You hear the bite, a muffled gurgling scream followed by a dull thud. You uncover your eyes as David’s head rolls across the floor, his dull eyes unblinking as they stare past you. David’s body then falls to the floor and Eddie lands on his feet with a cheeky bow, face sticky with blood.

Eddie strolls over casually while the other three howl and struggle with the vortex of his winged minions. You don’t know whether to fear or admire him as he holds out his hand for you.

He offers a gentle smile and an encouraging nod. “Come on, Sweetheart. Time for our own adventure.”

You look at the men screaming and trying but failing to flee from the bats who keep them suspended in agony, then to the decapitated head of their leader only a few feet away. If he wanted to force you he could. Probably better to stay on his good side.

Finally, you take his hand and he pulls you to your feet. He cradles you against his side, curling his arm around your waist possessively.

“What about them?” You ask as he guides you toward the door.

Eddie smirks then whistles. The bats quickly scatter and fly around the room before busting through one of the stained glass windows. The men fall to the ground, bloody and weak. They look up at you and Eddie right as the last bats flutter out the window, leaving behind the golden morning sun. The vampires barely have time to realize what is happening before they sizzle under the rays screaming as their skin blisters and blackens. They scramble out of the light and into the shadow, hissing and wailing like injured beasts.

“They’ll be alright in time and now they know better than to try to follow us,” Eddie smirks while you look on in horror.

“Is that what will happen to me if I go outside?”

“As soon as you drank from that goblet you transitioned to full vampire. You’re a creature of the night now, princess. Just like me,” he guides you down the hall as reality sinks in.

“And the bats? Will I be able to do that?”

He chuckles and kisses your temple fondly, leaving a sticky residue you choose to ignore, “I discovered my ability not long after I changed. David had the power of persuasion, that’s why the others feared him. But I was getting tired of his games… then you came along and now everything feels different.”

“I didn’t … I didn’t ask for any of this,” you mutter sadly.

“You didn’t have to, I felt it the moment I saw you. You were destined for me. We can do whatever we want, go wherever we want. The world is ours.”

It’s a promise that terrifies and thrills you. The remnants of your humanity are fading, you can feel it. With every passing minute the guilt and fear weigh a little less and the anxiety that plagues your mind quiets, leaving behind a confidence and power you never thought possible.

—

The pulsing base from the wall of speakers shake the balcony railing as you scope the neon splattered nightclub. The black lights give everyone a purple hue, they teeth and eyes glowing in the darkness. The scent of their blood just beneath that fine layer of supple skin, moistened by the sweat from their erratic dancing. It’s intoxicating.

“How about that one?” Eddie whispers in your ear, his denim laden embrace closing you in and pinning you to the cool metal railing.

You peek over your shoulder and follow his eye to the tall man patrolling the edge of the dance floor, like a shark tailing it’s prey. His pointed glower is anything but friendly but he’s well built, lean muscles that are well fed and tended to regularly. They are always so tender and rich.

“Mmm,” he hum appreciatively. “Definitely a finalist.”

You lean your head into Eddie’s as he nuzzled your neck and rests his chin on your shoulder, “so which one were you looking at?”

His voice is deep as his hands run down your sides and pull your hips back against him. Your hips move slowly with his as he pretends to dance to the music, his bushy hair hiding the way he sucks and nibbles on your neck.

“Which one?” You echo breathily, distracted by his expert tongue and the way he sucks on that one spot that makes your knees weak. “Oh – uh. God… all of them smell so good. It’s all so good, Eddie.”

He nips your ear hard and curls his hand up to grab your chin. Forcing your face forward, he holds you there as he hisses, “I’m not letting you leave this balcony until you decide.”

His other hand slips down to pull up the hem of your short black dress, allowing him to palm your ass. He gropes you hard, pinching and spreading you apart until he has you moaning for more. You arch your back, rubbing your ass against his cool metal belt until he releases himself with a quick zip and slides easily inside of you.

You let out a long low moan as he fills you. It’s such a natural feeling now, you can hardly manage half a day without your cunt dripping at just the thought of it. Thankfully, he rarely makes you wait that long.

“In fact, I don’t think I’ll let you cum until you decide which little morsel down there you want to bring home for dinner.”

“Eddie,” you whine through his long, slow thrusts.

“Go on,” he says.

“I can’t think straight like th – “ you gasp when he adjusts his hand to around your neck and squeezes sharply.

Your eyes roll and you scan the crowd rapidly. You need to cum. He’s denied you all day and now with his cock deep in your cunt and your head dizzy from the tantalizing scent, you are ready to explode. You whine, hands grasping the metal bar as a tall sweet-faced young man catches your eye.

The way he runs his hands through his thick hair and that gentlemanly smile has you biting your lip. He’s definitely athletic, but not bulky and confident but unassuming. You breathe in deep through your nose, he smells better than anyone else here.

“Him,” you moan as Eddie ruts into you with subtle determination, not that he cares if you get caught.

“What was that? You pick someone?” Eddie teases, pounding into you hard as he looks down at the crowd. “Speak up, princess.”

You growl and release a hand to point down at the crowd, “him!”

Eddie slows as he narrows his eyes at your final choice. Then to your utter bewilderment he starts to laugh. A deep maniacal laughter.

“What?”

“Oh, sweetheart. You sure know how to pick ‘em.” He laughs and releases your throat so he can push you forward, bending you over the railing. “Now cum for me.”

Your confusion is forgotten as he grips you by the hips and fucks you raw until you cum with a squeal loud enough to catch the attention of several people below.

“Good girl,” he coos and fixes your skirt. “Now go get him. I’ll meet you at the car.”

You brush back your hair and smooth down your top, clenching your burning thighs as you descend down the rickety metal staircase. You float through the crowd, peoples heads turn to watch you as you brush by. You smirk at their goofy smiles and dazed eyes as you drag your fingers over their sweaty chests. You never particularly wanted to be noticed or admired, but with your new life comes new desires.. and more importantly new powers.

Manipulation and hypnosis is fairly standard for all Vampires, but your allure in this form exceeds any others. You could commands this entire room of people if you so chose. You could make all of them desire you, follow you, kill for you even. But tonight you just want him.

He senses you coming when you are halfway across the room, turning away from his date and slowly moving toward you. You meet in the middle of the dance floor, the crowd still swaying to the music, but he stands still as if entranced.

“Hi,” he says dumbly.

“Hello,” you reply with a charming smile

“I’m Steve,” he holds out his hand.

“Steve,” you let his name roll across your tongue as you try to resist the urge to sink your teeth into him. “Come.”

Without further instruction you turn on your heel and head straight for the exit. People part for you without prompting as Steve follows close behind, deaf to the cries of outrage from his former date. He’s yours now and you have a feeling this one might be something special… someone worth keeping.

The door slams and you grin wide at Eddie waiting for you with the car door held open. “Princess,” he smiles and helps you inside before turning to Steve. “Harrington! Long time no see, man.”

Steve looks from you to Eddie. “Munson?” He asks in quiet confusion.

“Come with us, Steve,” you lilt, curling a finger wantonly as Eddie pulls open the back door for him.

“That’s right, big boy. We’ve got big plans for you tonight,” Eddie teases with a wink as Steve crawls into the back of the car.

You eye Steve in the rear view mirror, his brown doe eyes stare longingly at the back of your head. Already completely smitten and you barely had to say a word. Eddie slides into the drivers seat and rests his hand on your thigh.

“I don’t know, Eddie. I think Steve has potential for more than just one night,” you bite your lip, fighting the grin while Eddie raises a brow. He smirks as he takes the wheel and steers for home… Eddie never could say no to his princess.

#dark Eddie Munson #vampire Eddie Munson #dark Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #vampire Eddie Munson x reader #dark fic #stranger things #vampire AU

[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XII

“WERE FINALLY HERE, EH?” said colonel Moran

(Name), Josephine, Louis, William, Moran and Fred were all at King’s Cross Station in London after taking the train from Durham.

Earlier, (name) and William had both been informed of a royal scientific society conference in London and were invited by Albert. Unknown to (name), there were ulterior motives for this.

Recently she had been juggling various different responsibilities. First, she had her own little scheme organised, for her personal motivations. Second, she had to act as William’s loving wife in public which was a lot more difficult than it should be recently. And along with all that, she had to help her uncle manage his marquisate, she had been working and taking direct orders from both (home country) and her parents, the Grand Duke and Duchess. And finally, she was struggling with the issue of providing an heir. (Name) would need to find some way to explain her lack of offspring whilst maintaining her image and facade.

The recent illness of her father had alarmed her even if he was in better health now. If anything would cause (name) to need to inherit her father’s title, she would need to return to (home country) and force William along with her then produce an heir immediately to secure her position. That wasn’t exactly something that appealed to her.

Going to this conference would be a temporary break from all these responsibilities and all the stress she was under recently, and she would have been grateful for that if she actually went to the conference. Unfortunately her plans didn’t unfold as she wished.

"Are you sure you're alright, Mr Moran?" William asked with concern to the former soldier "You did drink through the entire trip.."

"Really? I though he naturally just acted like a drunkard?" Josephine remarked. (Name) bit the inside of her cheek to prevent her from laughing too hard. She had certainly been taking after her mistress.

"Oi! Watch it, brat!" Moran yelled at the brunette who stuck her tongue out at him and went away with Fred "If I'm gonna be working with Albert, I'm gonna need some alcohol in my system."

"You must have a good relationship with Brother Albert, Mr Moran." Louis said bluntly, his expression remaining neutral

"Me?! And that fucking loser?!" Moran exclaimed, vein popping out from his forehead. "In your dreams!!"

The other began walking away to get a cab, Louis smiling with William and his sister in law who was latched to his arm with a smile, clearly excited about the trip. "Shall we take a cab to the university?" Louis asked

"Of course"

Louis walked to the side, leaving (name) and William alone as Moran walked off and Fred and Josephine seemed to have disappeared together. "I will hail a carriage for us."

"Thank you ,Louis." William turned to his wife "Would you like to go get something to eat, my love? You hadn't eaten during the train ride, you must be hungry."

"I'm fine.." (name) trailed off. The way things were playing out currently, it seemed like william wasn't asking her but rather commanding her. She had no knowledge of any plans for the day but her intuition had told her to stay by William and yet.. "There was this one stall I saw earlier.."

She had left William all by himself, and she hadn’t the faintest clue why she did it.

The rhythmic clip-clip of horse drawn carriages echoing against the cobbled streets were interrupted by a short man approaching the professor "Mister Moriarty?" A voice  called out to William who turned around to see a man holding a photograph of him along with two taller men behind him.

"Yes?" He responded "How may I help you?"

The man smirked and spoke to the men behind him. "This is the bloke, boys."

"Huh..?" William muttered in confusion, unaware of the two men stood behind him. Within seconds they had him shoved into a carriage and locked in there.

Louis turned around and called out for his brother who was "William?!"  People around him had started turning to see the carriage which was now being shut with William inside.

(Name) flipped her head around so fast ,she should have had whiplash. Her eyes widened when she realised her husband was nowhere to be found. She rushed towards Louis in confusion mixed with panic.

"Louis, where's William?" She asked, trying to remain calm as she placed a hand on his shoulder. Something had seemed off earlier but the current situation had changed so drastically that now she only had William on her mind.

Louis looked over to the carriage that was leaving now "That carriage..!! Someone..someone stop it!!"

(Name) turned to face the same direction to see the carriage now speeding away. Someone had barged past her and Louis, causing the male to fall to the ground. As (name) was helping him up, the carriage with William inside had manage to leave right as they were to chase after it.

A drunken Moran went over to the two after hearing all the commotion. "Louis, (name), what happened?!"

"My brother...William's been kidnapped!" He exclaimed. A crowd of people had begun surrounding the three upon hearing a nobleman had been kidnapped.

Moran looked at Louis with a surprised expression "What?! Kidnapped?!" He yelled"But who would..?"

(Name) tried to regain her composure, trying to understand who could have possibly kidnapped William, whether he had a plan or not and why everything had felt so staged.

"Louis, did you see their faces? Was there anything unique about the carriage?-" (name) asked. She had caught a glimpse of it herself but Louis was the primary witness, so if anyone would know, he would.

"What's this?" A man asked from behind them

"Sounds like someone just got taken..sounds like it was a noble.." another replied

"Well this is some news.."

"What?! William's been kidnapped?!"

Later that day, Louis and (name) had went to Albert to inform him of the incident in the military headquarters.

Her response sounded so familiar, as if she had said it before "I was right there..I should've never left him alone.." (name) muttered to herself. The events that had played out had seemed so oddly familiar, but surely if this was one of William's plans, she would have known. He would have told her. The deja vu seemed to be evident. There was something she had once seen, long ago in the past which was almost identical to what happened to William.

It was terrifying.

"I'm sorry..it happened when we weren't with him.." Louis said, his face evidently nervous.

"Don't be..Louis, (name), it brings me comfort that you're both safe." Albert said as he placed his hands on both of their shoulders.

"That's doesn't matter! What if something happened to William?!" Louis panicked. The sinking feeling in (name)'s stomach grew worse. She kept her eyes glued to the floor, avoiding the knowing glances of a few of the higher ups in the military.

Albert gave his brother a determined smile "Be calm, Louis. You're standing in the headquarters of Englands proud armed forces." He placed a hand to his chest "I shall not let any harm befall my dear brother. If we cannot protect one of her majesty's subjects, how can we call ourselves the pride of this empire!?"

Upon hearing a mention of the empire, (name)'s mood had worsened. She didn't need another reminder of how hopeless she felt.

"Most right!"

"You can count on us sir! We shall save your brother without fail!!"

As Louis and (name) were returning to the manor, she had noticed the absence of a certain colonel. Louis had muttered something earlier about Fred and Josephine being stationed where they were meant to be, which certainly confused the noble lady. Everything about this kidnapping seemed so suspicious but because of her unstable mental state, she couldn't bring herself to organise her thoughts.

She had an idea.

"Louis," she called out to the man who was sat opposite her "William had changed the plan last minute. I shall be going with Moran." (Name) lied

Louis hadn't seen through her and nodded. If it were William's commands, he had no reason to protest. (Name) was surprised and left the carriage quickly. She had already had an idea of where william was based on pure observation, if she found a horse to take, she would be there in no time.

After some time riding by horseback, (name) eventually arrived at the location. An influential Lord's castle or rather opium trade headquarters had already been broken into by the military, who she had assumed were lead by Albert. She put on her cloak over her more suitable fighting attire — which she had changed into earlier — and spotted a familiar boy and girl outside of the windows on a tree, looking inside. It was the only room that had any sort of light illuminating it and she could see her husbands shadow within it.

All of a sudden, an eruption of gunshots began flooding through the building. One of the windows had been shot open and the glass had shattered, allowing (name) an easy method of entrance. Once she had slid through, she spotted Moran running up the stairs and shooting at various people.

A man behind the colonel had aimed a gun at him was about to shoot until he himself was shot by none other than Lady (name). Moran turned around to face her.

"(Name)? William didn't say you would be here..?" He muttered, confused

"There was a change of plan before he was kidnapped." She said, confirming her theory that this was all a scheme of her husbands that he hadn't told her. How insulting, she thought.

Another man was down and stabbed. The two turned around to see Albert wiping the blood off a knife with a smile. "Evening, Colonel Moran, saved by a hair's breadth wouldn't you say? " He turned to look at (name) "(name)..?This is unexpected.."

"Sod off albert..I could've handled that." He frowned, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. "She said William changed his mind last minute." Moran explained.

It was convincing enough. The only two people to ever know the full plans for most of the Lord of crimes schemes would be William and (name), which was even more of a reason for her to feel offended that William hadn't even bothered to let her know he was being kidnapped. She was terribly worried, after all.

"This is quite the situation we're having," Albert said in mock surprise "We're here to rescue my brother from these ghastly kidnappers..nothing more..nothing less."

(Name) looked around at the dead bodies surrounding her. She felt sick. That unsettling feeling was back.

"By some coincidence we have discovered not only that these kidnappers belonged to an opium distribution ring," Albert continued "But they were also storing a massive amount of new opium and gold in this very mansion..how shall I report this to my superiors..?"

Moran rolled his eyes "You're a terrible actor."

As the search continued, they finally found the room with William inside. Sebastian had burst through the locked door with ease with (name) following behind, much to William's surprise.

"William!" They both called out simultaneously. (Name) saw William approach the two with a weapon in his hand and a body falling behind him.

"You're just fine, eh?" Moran said as he gave the body a shoot in the skull, just to be sure.

William nodded, stealing a glance at (name) who seemed both irritated and worried at the same time. "Quite." He said as he flicked the blood off of the poker.

(Name) gave the body a kick then went over to her husband, wrapping her arms around him as she rested her head against his shoulder. "Idiot.." she whispered

Once they had returned back to the London Manor, William had found (name) in his office after he had cleaned up. She was looking through various papers she had found, all about his plans and research into the opium dealers.

"You seem to like my office quite a lot.." He smiled at her lightheartedly before realising what was in her hands and her serious expression looking down at it with the utmost disgust.

She slammed the papers onto the desk.

"It was all planned." She whispered, her face out of view from William. He had an idea of what she had meant but the surprise had overtaken him.

William looked at her confused and raised a brow. "What..?"

"It was all planned" she repeated, directing a piercing glare at him. If looks really could kill, William would already have been killed at least a hundred times now and would have been practically king of the underworld

As he approached the desk ,William's scarlet eyes widened. He could only whisper her name, the gentle sound lingering on his lips. "(Name).."

"(Name) what..? (Name), I don't trust you enough to tell you my plans? (Name), I don't deem you intelligent enough to help me.!?(Name), I don't care if you were worried about me?!" She mocked, her voice gradually raising at him with each sentence as she leaned forwards

There was silence for a minute, the only sound was the echo of (name)’s heels as she paced around the room, choosing her words carefully.

“You planned your own fucking kidnapping and you didn’t even bother telling me?!” She yelled in exasperation “Go on Mr Crime Consultant, explain yourself. Explain what was so important you couldn’t even tell your wife!”

“(Name), please calm down,” William pleaded as she had her back turned to him “Everyone is sleeping-“

“You dare tell me to calm down?! I have every right to be angry, you idiot!” She turned around and walked towards the man, who was stood leaning against the desk, as she spoke “I receive an invitation from my brother in law to join him in a conference, possibly regarding a thesis my husband wrote which I’d be glad to support him for. I’m excited and ecstatic to go, perhaps because it’s my first time being able to relax and have fun in countless years and then once I arrive at the train station, my husband gets kidnapped by some damn opium distributors!!”

As she spoke, her voice had grown cracked and weary. It was evident she was upset and she thought she had every right to be. Her eyelashes had sparkles in the candlelight, covered in tiny teardrops which would grow each time she’d rub at her eyes in an effort to conceal her feelings.

She continued as she leaned closer to the professor, who looked incredibly guilty and apologetic. “ I understand we aren’t meant to see each other in a positive manner, and I understand that you dislike me as much as I dislike you and we may have been rivals as students, but we’re still partners. We’re meant to work together!”

“ We do work together, (name) ” William said, as he leaned further against his desk. “I hadn’t informed you because-“

(Name placed her hands on the desk either side of William, pinning him against it as he remained stood, his back slightly arched while his wife leaned closer.

“Enough of the damn excuses, William.” (Name) said. Her voice had grown quieter as she spoke, only but a few centimetres away from his face and their bodies pressed against each other. “Even if we aren’t actually in love, we still must tell each other these things. I am your wife and you, my husband.”

The two were trying to catch their breath from arguing, soft pants filling the room before William spoke between the breathy whispers and puffs of air

“Say that again.” William whispered back, his voice had an air of seduction laced through it, his breath tickled his wife’s face. She leaned closer and repeated herself.

“I..am your wife and you..” They were barely a hair’s width apart now, their lips practically brushing against each other’s “..are my husband.”

The door swung open.

“What’s all the noise about..I’m trying to get some rest..Oops-“ A familiar gruff voice called out as (name) and William turned to face the colonel at the door frame “Seems I’ve interrupted something.”

(Name) moved away from her flustered husband who coughed as he tried to cover his embarrassment.

“Don’t stop on my behalf..!” The room was dark and only his silhouette was visible but (name) could sense Moran’s shit eating grin. “Just keep it down..You kids are young so you have no experience in s-“

“Ahem.” William coughed again to shut the man up.

(Name) left and brushed past moran with no apology or ‘excuse me’. “No.. I was just leaving. Goodnight.”

Moran turned to watch (name) who now had her back turned to both of them and was leaving to her bedroom which was only the room beside his.

“What’s her deal?”

For the next hour or so, William had sat at his desk, smoking cigarettes as he contemplated how to make it up to (name), wondering how she was feeling and if she even wanted to see him.

The little ashtray by his arm was filled with cigarette butts this point. He exhaled once more then pressed the little burning end against the tray, leaving it with the others.

Taking the candle on his desk with a pale hand, he slowly creaked the door open and began walking towards his wife’s room. William leaned against the door, pressing his ear to it. She was still awake.

The door creaked open and William’s eyes landed on (name), who was crouched on her bed in her nightgown, sat beneath the covers. Her arms and head were rested against her knees. She didn’t lift her head up when she heard William enter.

“This room’s a lot more familiar to you than the one in Durham…” he said as he placed the candle down on a dresser, approaching his wife at her bedside. She remained silent and averted her gaze. “My Angel, are you ignoring me?”

She said nothing.

“I really am sorry,” William said as he sat on the side of the bed and tried to take her hand in his. She slapped him away and finally spoke up.

“Who the fuck said you were allowed in my room, you piece of shit?” She had said the last insult in (native language), so William hadn’t understood what she had meant, but the amount of times she had used it when angry was very telling.

“Im here to apologise.” He said. “I didn’t want to cause you any further stress, that’s why I didn’t tell you, which was wrong of me, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“Wouldn’t seeing you get kidnapped stress me out even more?..nevermind..” She lifted her head up, rubbing her eyes with her sleeve before glaring at him “what are you apologising for?”

William placed a hand on her thigh after she brought them down and remained seated as normal. “For breaking your trust, for making you upset, for worrying you, for everything.” He said in a sincere tone “I’d do anything, absolutely anything, to have you forgive me, or at least look at me without resent- no..even look at me resentfully. Anything, as long as it’s from you. I’ll do whatever I can and more to make you happy.”

“Anything?”

He stood up from the bed and kneeled down at the side as (name) brought her legs over to the side of the bed and sat with her legs dangling from it. As he kneeled down, he repeated what he had said “Anything for you to forgive me. If that means slapping me across the face or punching me in the nose, I’ll gladly take it.”

She placed her hand on his head as he expected her to fulfil his request but instead resorted to running her fingers through his soft blond hair as he kept his head down. She took her other hand and placed it under his chin so he was now facing her.

“Promise me you won’t do that again,” she said “also, I’d like to be able to help you plan the next mission instead of giving occasional advice…oh and stand up.”

He seemed slightly surprised but obeyed. She wrapped her arms around him again, causing him to fall onto her bed as she clinged onto him.

“Promise?”

“promise.”

A/N: so sorry about Moran cockblocking he is not sorry (at least he can sleep ig) anyways I wonder why fl kept getting deja vu 🤔 also I love how liam apologised instead of arguing back and saying anything mean. Good men know their place and it is beneath women. He was so down bad this chapter. He wanted to get slapped and punched and shut and then got on his knees and was like I’ll do anything for you to forgive me 😍

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuumori x reader #—false lovers 💋

[ravencromwell]

18, 19, 25 for Holland please! - Pink

@pinkcupboardwitch here you are, under a cut because I cannot stop talking and some of these became mini fics ;)

 18. How do you think they were as a kid?

Constrained and _desperately curious. He can't talk and draw attention to himself in public once his eye turns, because there's only Alox to defend him. He gains this reputation for surliness, but an utter bubbling well of observations as soon as they walk in their door. "I think those were kittens, real _kittens under the food stall. And did you see the fruit? Was that real blueberries Alox did someone really get blueberry seeds from somewhere and make them grow do you remember when Mama said they were sweet, back when there was more spring and she and Papa could get them?"

Just fundamentally the world is wondrous let me clasp every bit of it in my tiny hands— the times, later, when Athos is almost bearable are when he needs a second pair of hands skilled in magic to experiment on something and he's too busy being curious to get in Holland's space and there's a moment when they both get caught up in _oh, magic. the world. what have you can _actually do that _how _astonishing hours spent with magic or the city, alone, with Athos, with someone else, are rare desperately hoarded joys.

But even as a kid, he's _so very sensitive to other people's annoyance: "Sometimes we don't want to see the fucking rainbows when there's no _roof Holland." Goes quiet at the tiniest sign of disinterest or boredom from his conversation partner. If he loved Talya and Vor for _nothing _else he adores them because they're both fundamentally _good with people, and even if they're bored (they're not he's eighteen and twenty-eight respectively and it's fucking endearing how _curious and prone to delight over the slightest thing when he feels safe to emote, he still is, in this world of all places. Vor's family talked about a magpie, all fierce and hoarding and that's Holland to a tee; Talya agrees, even if she doesn't have the words.)

He's very emotionally restrained. When their mother stops coming home, Alox slams doors, shouts, curses, red-eyed and desperate. Holl is so quiet it eventually catches Alox's attention. He's only six brats should cry Alox is twelve and he's crying. But when he goes over, Holland says: "She never comes when you cry. Don't like-" and he rubs his temples and down the bridge of his nose, which Alox guesses means a pounding head and snot everywhere.

When he's happy about something, it's beautiful. The way he laughs or smiles so it fills his entire face or throws himself in a desperate tangle of limbs to hug Alox so tightly over those inherited books Alox can barely breathe. He hugs like that too when Alox has been away on business, as though if he pulls him tight enough against his tiny chest, he can shield him from all the outside dangers even though it's _Alox's fucking job that's his baby brother it makes something twist and break in Alox's chest, the way he wants to protect _everyone.

Like the fucking meat. The day after Alox takes him to his first Kosik execution, there's more meat than usual in the stalls, and it's _cheap. Holland is silent as Alox buys them two large skewers, but when they arrive home, he shakes his head and there's something _hard in that face Alox doesn't think he could move with coaxing or shouting or even a hard shake to snap his brother back to knowing this is the world they live in and you do what you do to sleep full for once.

"Aren't you sick of bloody beets?" he asks just to try. "I am."

"No."

"Have it your way. More for me then."

And Holland turns away, refusing to look until Alox loudly starts shuffling blankets to tell his fool brother it's all gone and Holland scrambles to press close against his back.

(The rare times he cries as an adult, it's at the loss of some moral tether like that—being _so hungry he eats the meat etc. rather than anything physical or even emotional.)

19. The most random ship you've seen with them?

I am going to shamelessly abuse this question to talk about two fics I adore with relationships not so much random as that I would never have sought on my own.

The first is the magnificent @bluecichlid 's Nothing Alike. Through a confluence of circumstances, Holland ends up getting pulled into a mystery plot during the Vortalis years to save Kell's immensely foolish adolescent hide. I _adore this fic to _pieces for a million reasons; Holland's love for Makt; the hints of Holland Vor friendship; that the injustice Arnes perpetrated is never forgotten even as Holland is forced to work with Arnesians; the Holland pov! which is marvelously _judgy and _side-splittingly funny. But for the purposes of this question. There is this friendship between Holland and the captain of the Arnesian guards, sparked off by this exchange:

Isra cleared her throat. “I understood you were here for a purpose, not just to gawk?”

Holland looked at her in surprise, and then something approaching pleasure.  He had not expected to find a worthy adversary here. 

“Nice cuffs,” he said, nodding to the set hanging from her belt.  The runes carved into them matched that of the sword at her side.  Magic dampening .  “Are those for me?  I like the designs.  Good spellwork.”

They continue to frigidly snark at each other, but beneath it, they're both trying very. very hard to be good people and they can't help but notice that beneath all their differences, they have a remarkably similar moral compass.

You have to understand: I'm ordinarily a very "Holland is focused on Makt" human; him finding commonality with Arnes is just. not my usual readerly jam. But these two, as the fic unfolds? I can't explain it without massive spoilers, but *clutches the bond they form* Best unlikely brotp of this fucking fandom.

The second: of all the Holland ships, Kell/Holland--platonic or romantic--is probably the one I seek out least; it goes back to that whole: empathy with Arnes not _usually my jam. But! _fuck there are certain verses where I'm just *swooning in a heap*

There's this one fic!!!! involving Holland and Kell writing epistolary poetry where I tore through the entire rest of the drabble collection like a raccoon in a trashbin whispering "But no! no you can't *leave it there* we need the five plus one where they keep missing one another and then they don't and they _kiss." because in the context of this *particular* verse! the empathy and connection is _so _intense I just shake with awe over the portrayal. Also, FUCK the poetry is so GOOD!

Honorable mention has to go to another of the author's fics, which does the best job I've ever seen showing Kell and Holland finding common ground without _ever forgetting that one is Arnesian and the other Maktahn.

[To the several mutuals with an interest: no, I have not started either the longfic of hers or SKGY saving for when I'm in the right immensely angsty mood but GOD her drabbles are _sublime].

25. When do you think they acted the most ooc? That final confrontation with Kell in ADSOM. Let me preface this by saying I absolutely believe Holland had mild to severe suicidal ideation most of his life (he bleeds pointlessly into a river do I need to say more here?) made substantially worse by the Danes. But look at how _calculating he is all the other times he actively plans to die. The execution: meant to lure Osaron in. Using the Inheritor: meant to do something for someone he is coming to feel some kind of way about, whether it's merely a debt of obligation for the river rescue, or an apology because he didn't know the collar would kill Rhy too, or a genuine desire for some kind of interpersonal relationship doesn't matter: he feels a bond for Kell and so grants him the mercy of not killing Rhy. Going back to White: meant to reawaken his world.

Now, I know all those moments are post Athos's death, but for a dude who talks so much about how he wants to die, when Osaron gives him that choice, his mind _immediately goes back to the person he once was and how he'd wanted to save his world. Which makes me think that was never as deeply buried an ambition as he says. And there's a major difference between feeling like a coward because you "want it to be over" more than anything (perfectly normal feeling, in my very humble opinion when consistently tortured by the Danes for seven fucking years anyone's overriding desire would be to see an _end) and actively planning to die.

What does that bar achieve (other than giving Schwab a body so Kell doesn't have to go into Black?) It doesn't save his world. It doesn't even fulfill the desire he says all feeling had been "distilled: to see Astrid and Athos Dane suffer." I'm very open to being convinced I'm wrong, but from where I sit? All his character motivations fall apart in favor of plot.

ETa: thank you to the brilliant Butterfly whose points in tags made me realize I wasn't clarifying a very necessary canon fact to understand my salt. "Keeps fighting" later in this little brainchild is because Holland _knows from earlier in the book when Lila bashed his head in with a metal bar there are two ways toget out of this fight; he can let Kell kill him, or be unconscious. Thinking long-term, there's a way to take himself off the board long enough to let Kell get to the Danes and not _die. If it weren't for the fact we know! unconsciousness is an antidote to the Soul Seal--and so does Kell *grumbles*, then wht Holland does would make all the sense in the *world*

You wanted to talk about Holland's vengeance: let's talk about Holland ending up in Black London without being ooc.

He keeps fighting Kell until Kell, desperate to get too White and knowing he can't win tries a half-mad trick. Slams the Stone against Holland's chest and demands the Seal _cease. Holland says the Seal can only be ended by death, but Kell knows a secret he doesn't: Vitari is powerful enough to quite literally resurrect people; it defies the rules of magic. Kell's will alone could never overpower Athos, but Vitari? Pure, chaotic magic drawn to Antari? A very different story.

(The effort swamps Kell's veins in black and he might have ceased to exist beyond Vitari's vessel had Holland not broken the fingers Kell clutched around it even as he trembled with something that might emerge as laughter or tears or both if there were only time. "Athos will have woken Astrid when the Seal shattered."

"M-maybe he's dead," Kell murmurs and Holland heals Kell's hand between the laughter he can't keep back at such nonsense.

"You can't be that naive. Astrid is yours and Delilah's. Maybe with both of you, one will survive. Athos is mine. We attack together."

 Later, life blood coating the courtyard beneath him—because if Athos was to suffer the indignity of _dying at the hands of his _pet, he was bringing Holland along—he swears an oath: to walk into Black with Vitari and die, so long as Kell gives his vow that when his brother is king, they will open the doors for his world. Little as he trusts Arnesians—or Kell's vow on their shared Antariness, what other way is there, with Astrid's plan destroyed? Until Osaron promises that he need only rely on his strength, resolve, and willingness to be bound again.

#gaaaaaah you are all sending such fabulous ones they're such a marvelous break from the mad semester #letting myself do one a day because I do have life more's the pity but they will all get answered! #Holland Vosijk #Shades of Magic

[frosted-hyacinth]

かべのはな - Wallflower

 Part 1, Part 2

       You turned off Aki's PC and walked out the room, tempted to go slap her for leaving the two of you alone but before you could, you were greeted by the sounds of her crying. So, you looked at the television in front of her to see what had made her cry. She was watching Violet Evergarden (It's very good please watch it). As you walked on to her crying, she noticed you soon after and ran to you before sniffling.

        "Violet is so pretty but, but he died! The blue haired guy died! The short blue haired one!" She sniffed in to your pajamas, her embracing you in a tight hug for comfort. As an attempt to cheer her up, you reciprocated the hug and left made a quick omelet, placed on top of a soft and fluffy bed of rice for dinner and as comfort food. Sitting on the very new wooden dinner table that the both of you had spent a fortune on, the hot meal was placed carefully on top of rubber mats and chopsticks lying beside the bowls. You'd like to say that your cooking was decent, good enough to cheer someone up after they had cried, and your food had done just that. 

        After finishing the bowl of rice, Aki who was now no longer shaken by scenes from Violet Evergarden (perhaps not due to the food though) had gotten her memory of the previous hours back and couldn't hold back the urge to make you flush. So, she decided to tease you with embarrassing and statements about you and Kenma that for the most part weren't true. Once you finished eating, and doing both yours and Aki's dirty dishes and falling victim to her teasing, you had had enough of her teasing. You put the clean glass plates back into their drawers and grumpily walked back to your room. You tried to sleep but just so happened to get newly discovered problems with sleeping and now had to roll around in bed to attempt to fall asleep with the reminiscent background music of Tetris.

                                                      ˚₊· ͟͟͞˚₊·˚         The sun rising or alarm clocks should be the sign for people to wake up, but you happened to 'accidentally' consistently wake up much earlier than the sun had, so early, that the times you had woken up would be considered odd hours of the day. Aki, was still asleep, however, so you left her alone, trying not to wake her up. You weren't necessarily hungry or thirsty, so, with nothing left to do, you walked up to the desktop that had been sitting on your shared desk which stared at you menacingly, reminding you of the relentless teasing you had to put up with last night. Nonetheless, you still decided to turn on the PC, as it turned on slowly, the light had made you squint but gradually, your eyes accustomed to the bright artificial light. Once you could actually see the screen, you clicked -with no hesitation on the game you were playing yesterday. However, this time, instead of the 'private server' your friend had made. You joined a public server, trying to get the healthy amount of social interaction you needed.

          Even though, perhaps not all the players of this game were from the same country, there were still a fair amount of people online early in the morning or late into the day, but you having played this game for only a few minutes knew no one yet. Other than Kenma that is. You would've joined his game but he wasn't online so you left your server as it was. Your character wandered around the open world map, their hair flowing with every step they took. Right now, you were trying to find opponents with the right ascension materials for certain characters of different elements, for their weapons and talents. Other than solely the character game play, the lore was fun to watch, doing quests for characters and unlocking more parts of the beautifully illustrated and animated scenery.

        You had soon realized that your favorite thing to do in game was to find little easter eggs. You figured that some animals that coincidentally resembled a character exactly and how the animal fit the personality of the character. Maybe even after some quests, the world would change a little. Be it adding more details or removing some.

        After a while more of exploring, you heard Aki yawning, shuffling of blankets and the creaking of the girl getting off the bed. Perhaps going to the kitchen for water or searching for her missing roommate. You had powered off the computer ready to wake up Aki to get ready for the day but was surprised by a sudden ding coming from your phone. A notification that Kenma, known as Kozuken, had gone live.

Is Kozuken a canon name or not.? (The game in question may be a little referenced by genshin, please don't copyright me)

[2/?]

#kozume kenma #kenma #kenma x reader #kenma kozume fluff #kenma kozume x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #⌕ 茶ʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿ

[bunnyabricot]

Arrogant and annoying 📚⚖️💻

✧ pairing : Seo Ji ho x reader

✧ warning(s) : smut ; fingering (f receiving), degrading, pet names (brat, slut, whore, doll) cum eating, public sex, enemies to lovers, praise (literally only 1)

✧ summary : You just didn’t like how he acted, nothing else. When you’re both left alone at the library you discover it might be something else.

✧ words : 2.1k

✧ a/n : sorry I’m in too many fandoms

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You were in the secondary library with your study group, working for the next exam. You were asking each other questions, asking if you didn’t understand a law text and whining about failing. Well, mostly you and Kang Sol A. You just needed to let it out to the detriment of everyone present here, must obligated to here your complaints.

Everyone in the group was here except Seung Jae, he is spending more and more time with his wife. Good for him. Even though you miss his luck in guessing the exam subject.

We were all concentrated on our respective computers, and/or books before us, silent. Your gaze mindlessly drifted to the guy at the opposite from me on the table, Seo Ji ho. They voluntarily put him at the polar opposite of you because you two can’t stand each other, you are like cat and dog. He’s the cat by the way. Always so arrogant and cold, you hated so deeply how he is looking at people as if he was better than anyone. Like calm down it’s not because you know the civil code that you’re better than us.. Put him in a forest and he’ll die in 4 hours. Knowing what paragraph carjacking is mentioned won’t help you against a bear smart ass.

You looked at him, his stupid face and how his fingers tap the keyboard. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing his veiny forearms. You gulped at the sight and quickly diverted your gaze.

Suddenly, Sol A breaks the silence. “I forgot ! I needed to help Mrs.Kim for the open law office. Sorry guys I need to go !” She explained swiftly and leaves as soon as she started. You all look at each other, stupefied. Joon Hwi chuckles “Typical Sol A”.

A phone buzzes, you look at your friend next to you, Ye Seul. “It’s my boyfriend. I’m sorry I need to leave.” She apologetically says. “Aww it’s okay, have fun !” I answer back. She nodded, puts her stuff in her bag before waving us goodbye. Bok Gi watches her leaving with puppy eyes as Ye Beom pats his back in comfort. Bok Gi always had a thing for your friend. How could he not she is so adorable and pretty !

You were now remaining 6. The number quickly decreased. You were alone in the corner of the table. The 5 others all gathered at opposite side. “Ya, Bok Gi, I’m so hungry.. Accompany me to the kitchen real quick please.” The oldest boy requests. “Sure, I’m not really in the mood to study anymore anyways..” The other sadly accepts.

You look back at your work before you once again get interrupted by Sol B. “I need to fetch some documents in the other library. I’ll be back.” She states sternly. She was also quite condescending, but it was less insufferable than Ji Ho. “I’ll go with you” Joon Hwi hurriedly says. For some reason you think he likes her. You were always good at reading people. She looks at him without saying anything as she makes her way out of the room, the boy following her close with a sweet smile on his face. With the way she treats him differently than anyone, you guessed the feeling is mutual.

As they start to leave the room, I suddenly wake up in realisation. “Wait ! You’re leaving me here ?” I mutter, worried. Ji Ho sides eyes me, exasperated at my reaction. “Yeah..” Joon Hwi responds amused. “But he’s so arrogant help me.” I plead as if he wasn’t in the same room as me. “And you’re so annoying..” He answers vexed.. “Sure arrogant and annoying what a cute duo” Joon Hwi states before winking at me.

I scoff as he leaves the room. “What is he talking about..” I mumble under my breath. “You’re so clueless it’s almost cute.” The boy with glasses says. I choke on my own spit. “What are you talking about about ? Have you gone crazy because of the exam ??” I shout, distraught. “Have you gone crazy ? You’re practically drooling while looking at my hands in front of everyone and you think nobody can sees you.” He scoffs while looking directly into your eyes. You blush, heavily embarrassed by the fact that you have been caught. You become red but you don’t know if it’s from anger or humiliation. “See, this is why I hate you. You are so mean and… And.. Just arrogant in general, like you’re better ! You’re such a dick Ji Ho..” You snap at him. How dare he mock you..

You stand up and pack up your things messily, wanting nothing but to disappear, looking down at the stable to avoid his gaze. You swear you could almost cry of frustration. When you look up you see him nowhere in sight. You turn around and see him right behind you, looking down at you. He comes closer, caging you between him and the table. You are mortified and drops your bag on the table.

His heavy gaze gives you goosebumps and you can’t help the growing heat between your legs, being so vulnerable, so close to him. You shut your thighs together and tugs at the hem of your skirt. “Do you expect me to believe that ? If you hate me then why are you so shy right now ? Why do you always stare at me, at my hands, ‘want me to stuff you with them hm ? Or would you prefer if I bend you over this desk, lift your pretty skirt and pound into you ?” He offers disturbingly sternly. Your breathing gets faster as you look at the floor, unable to look directly at him. He grabs your chin with his fingers. “Look at me” He orders. You oblige and dare to stare at him, weakened by what he just said.

You still think about his offer, Seo Ji Ho, the number 1 on your enemy list offering you his fingers to get off. Despite his attitude, you must admit he is attractive. His plump lips, his dark eyes. Everything about him is enticing. “So ?” He asks once again. You hope he was not making fun of you and that his offer is real. “Please take me Ji Ho..” You answer shyly. He grins and breathes out from his nose deeply. “What a brat, insulting me then wanting to get fucked..” He scoffs. He approaches you to kiss your neck sloppily. “I wish I could right now but we don’t have much time. My fingers will have to do..” He continues. You whimper, dazed.

He sucks the skin of your neck, leaving hickeys. He lifts up your shirt and your bra to expose your tits. He hums as he hungrily stares at them and messily leaves wet kisses onto them, making you whimper once again.

The pool between you legs grows and your legs are weakening from his attack. He takes his hand to spread your legs as the other kneads your breast. He directs his hand under your skirt and knowingly moves your panties aside. You grab his shoulder as he plays with your wet folds. You bite your lips in attempt to stay quiet but he finds another way to shut you up as he crashes his lips against yours. At the same time, he enters his middle finger inside your warm cunt. You want to moan loudly at the feeling but his rough kissing stops you.

Despite the context, you blush at the kiss, why does it feel so sweet ? Your tongues intertwine with each other sloppily and you furrow your eyebrows in pleasure. He adds his ring finger and scissors you mercilessly. He stops the kiss as you are both breathless. He angles his fingers in a way that makes you see stars, you moan loudly, surprised. “What a slut, does my fingers feel too good for you ?” He coos at you and pinches your nipple in warning. You squirm, startled. “Get your voice down. You don’t want anyone to see you like a pathetic whore now, do you ?” He warns you.

His fingers goes in and out of you quickly and you bite your lips to suppress your moans. His thumb rubs your clit and your hold to his shoulder tightens as well as your pussy, clenching around his skilled fingers. “A-Aah- Ji Ho.. M’sorry..” You beg. “If fucking you makes you apologise, I should have fucked you dumb long ago doll.” He chuckles, accelerating his mouvements nevertheless. His fingers are so perfect, curled into your tight hole. You flutter your lashes and admire him. You feel so pathetic, breasts exposed, all wet and disheveled as he is fully clothed and composed. Or at least that what you thought. If you knew his heart was racing at the sight of you, you might cum on the spot.

“M’gonna..” You start. “I know doll. Cum for me, cum on my fingers like a slut.” He cuts you, shoving his two fingers into you as you reach your climax. You furrow your eyebrows and tears are pricking in your eyes. He brushes your nipple softly with his fingertips and kisses your neck oh so gently. The contrast between his slow motions compared to his rough assault on your most private part is too much for you. You sob and moan his name while cumming on his fingers “J-Ji Ho…”, you sob.

He watches your face carefully as you reach your climax and curses under his breath “Shit..”. Now he’s addicted.

He kisses away the tears at the corner of your eyes as he caressed your breasts fondly “Good girl.” He praises you unexpectedly. You look at him stunned, you think you might cry again after this. You just smile at him, simply happy, giggling.

You legs are shaking as he slowly takes his digits out of you. They’re wet with your arousals and he shoves them inside your mouth. Your immediately suck on them, cleaning them off for him. “Such a pretty whore sucking on my fingers.” You shut your eyes and exhale from your nose, smiling.

Once they’re free from any sort of any of your juices, he removes them from your pretty mouth. He stares at you a second, admiring you, before leaving a fond kiss on your lips. You’re startled by his gentleness and melt. “You’re not so bad.. I guess” You tease him. He scoffs, almost outraged “What, need another round with my dick this time fucking slut ?”.

You wear about to answer him when you hear a convo and footsteps approaching. You look at him, whose eyes are also wide. You swiftly pull down your shirt and sits back down to your place. He has just the time to automatically sits next to you before the door opens. Ye Beom and Bok Gi arrive and both furrow their eyebrows at the scene before them.

“Why are you seated so close to each other without someone losing an eye ?” The man with glasses questions suspiciously. You were about to respond but you just realise the presence of Ji Ho’s hand resting on your thigh, which shuts you up immediately. You glare at him and he just grins back at you. “We were studying. He is smart after all, you have to admit.” You answer, sure of yourself. “With no laptop and no books in front of you..?” Bok Gi remarks. You look at your bag with all your belongings placed on the table very much closed to your dismay. You look at Ji Ho for help but he just raises his eyebrows while tilting his head, waiting for you to find another excuse. Why did you fuck him in the first place already ?

“I meant, in reality we were.. Making peace.” You confess. It’s not entirely false.. “Yeah, well, from the hickeys on your neck peace was not the only thing you were making..” Yeom beom snickers. You become bright red. Ji Ho this bastard. “Nevermind, I still hate him..” You say while taking your bag to leave, not bothering to look at anyone. “Wait Y/n don’t be like that.. It’s not that bad..” He tries to apologise, catching after you with his unbearable grin. You open the door only to be face to face with Sol B and Joon Hwi looking directly at your obviously disheveled state. “Is that hickeys..?” Joon Hwi asks, kind of concerned. Bok Gi adds “Oh now it’s bad..”. “I’m changing study group. Bye guys !” You said, waving, joking despite the poor situation.

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[bonniebird]

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader / Billy Hargrove  x Fem!Reader

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Warnings: public sex, humiliation? Reader makes Billy walk around with his cum on him, threesome in the woods, first time threesome for Eddie Munson, Fem!Reader and Billy Hargrove, oral (Male receiving) 

Tina’s pool party was not what you expected. Although, in all honesty the only parties you’d been to were Eddie’s, as he was the only person to invite you to anything. They mostly consisted of people sitting around getting high while listening to very loud music. Looking around, unsure if you actually knew anyone in the clumped groups of people, you spotted a familiar figure in the distance near the back of the garden which met the edge of the woods. 

“Sorry!” You said as you bumped into someone in your hurry. Glancing over your shoulder you realised it was Billy Hargrove and hurried faster towards the safety of the Hellfire club. They were scattered in a clearing just off the party, sprawling across the soft grass, looking as if they’d simply spilled there.

“Hey!” Gareth said with a smile as you sat down next to him. Eddie was talking with someone you vaguely recognised, who handed him a few dollars and hurried off with something clutched in their hand.

“What’re you guys doing here?” You asked as you lay down on the soft grass and looked over at Eddie who hopped to his feet.

“Raising money for gas to get to our gig this evening.” Eddie answered quickly before dropping down next to you and leaning in closely. “What’re you doing here sunshine?”

“I was invited.” You answered quickly. Eddie made a noise as if he didn’t believe you. “I was! Tina and Carol came over and gave me a flyer and said they were looking forward to seeing me.” 

“Did you ever watch that old movie Carrie?” Eddie asked. You shook your head and he nodded, leaning back on his elbows. “Didn’t think so. They’re just hoping you’ll come so they can make fun of you.”

“Of course you think that.” You muttered. Eddie frowned down at you and you flashed him a sweet smile.

“Tina said she was asked to invite me. I just wanted to know who! She wouldn’t say when I asked.” You explained. Eddie hummed and seemed like he was about to say something when some more people nervously approached him. 

For a while you laid out on the grass in the sun. The grass was soft and cool as it hadn’t been cut in a while so it was long enough to cushion you. Eventually Gareth and the others headed off but Eddie stayed behind with you as you enjoyed lounging in the warm weather. There was a soft breeze rustling the skirt of your light green sundress. Your swimming costume was underneath, a much brighter pattern than the dress which peaked through when the sun hit you. As another group approached Eddie you sat up and tapped him on the shoulder.

“I’m going to get something to eat. Are you hungry?” You asked. Eddie shook his head and waved you off as he opened his black lunchbox and insisted that the people buying from him sat down with him. Heading up the garden and though the small collections of people huddled in their groups of friends you made your way up towards the house. There was a barbeque going, the smell coming from it made you realise how hungry you really were. Heading over you were surprised to see Steve.

“Hey! (Y/N)!” Steve said as the crowd around the barbeque parted and you got to the front of the line to get food. You watched Steve manning the barbeque, towel over his shoulder as he plated up food left and right, sending it out into the crowd.

“I didn't know you were here. Are there any hot dogs left?” You asked. Steve frowned and looked over at Robin who was hurrying over with some plates of food.

“Sorry. I’m pretty sure we’re out. But I’m sure that Robin has a bottle of ketchup in her pocket if you want some for a burger.” Steve offered as he grabbed at a plate with a bun on it and put a burger together for you. “We’re out of fixings too. Tina’s having a melt down in the kitchen about how much everyone is eating and Tommy Haegen had to run to the store. Maybe he’ll come back with hotdogs if you’re still hungry later? I heard the parties going on late.”

“Sure. Thanks Steve.” You said. He nodded and turned his attention to someone else who was waving a plate in his face. Shuffling through the crowd in search of a drink you stopped at a table that was covered in an assortment of large bottles of pop and alcohol, a few bowls of different coloured juices and punches, some of which had attracted flies. Nancy and Jonathan were at one end of the table fishing some flies out of one of the bowls. Finding a clean cup you poured yourself some pop and did the same for Eddie, struggling a little with the massive three litre bottle of pop. 

“You know I can give you a hot dog to fill you up.” Someone said next to you. A hand came down on the end of the bottle to help you steady it as you filled the plastic cup. Looking up you found Billy, he’d pulled his sunglasses down so he could look over them at you.

“Excuse me?” You asked timidly. 

“I can give you a hot dog to fill you up.” He repeated slowly. When you looked surprised and a little confused he smiled, amused.

“Thank. You?” You said slowly, unsure what he meant. He took the bottle of pop and set it down as you awkwardly carried your plate of food and two drinks back to Eddie, feeling Billy’s eyes boring into you.

Eddie was shutting his lunchbox with his back to you when you came back, some of your drink had spilled onto your arm and dripped down onto your shoes making your feet sticky. Kicking them off you flicked one at Eddie.

“Hey! Ow. What’re you doing?” Eddie laughed as he caught the second one.

“I have my hands full!” You said through a giggle. He reached up and took the drinks, flattening the grass so he could set them down. When you sat next to him he gave you an odd look. “You look confused.” Eddie commented as he sipped at his drink, pulling a face when he realised it was lukewarm and flat.

“Billy Hargrove said he has a hot dog that could fill me up, but Steve said that they were all out and that Tommy Haegen was out at the store getting more food.” You mumbled as you took a bite of your food. “Who hides a secret supply of hot dogs at a party?”

Eddie laughed while taking a sip of his drink, spluttered and snorted as his drink came out of his nose. He spluttered for a few moments before taking a deep breath and wiping at his face with his sleeve he gasped and fell flat on his back as he laughed.

“That’s not what he means! He wasn’t!” Eddie trailed off as he laughed so hard that he clutched at his sides and rolled around in the grass, spilling his drink.

“Ok then genius what was he talking about?” You huffed and frowned at Eddie. He stopped, still grinning, his head next to your crossed legs.

“His dick.” He said and grinned as your eyes widened, your mouth fell open and the filling from your burger plopped out onto your plate.

“Wait. When he said ‘I can give you a hot dog to fill you up’... did he mean... his. You know!?” You asked and dropped the rest of your food, gesturing to Eddie’s crotch.

“Yes! What else could he have possibly been implying?” Eddie asked. He snickered and studied the expression crossing your face. “Maybe it was Billy who asked Tina to invite you.”

“Why would he do that?” You asked, frowning at Eddie who wiggled his eyebrows.

“To get you alone in the woods.” Eddie said as he grabbed at your thigh and pulled so you laid down next to him. The skirt of your dress rode high, the back getting stains from the grass.

“There’s nothing special about the woods, Eddie. We always hang out together in the woods.” You muttered, still giggling slightly as you looked over at him. He grabbed you and rolled you in the grass so you were both covered in loose green flecks.

“What do you mean nothing special about the woods? Don’t we have fun?” Eddie teased. He let you lean your weight onto him as he wrapped his arms around you, and looked up at you. The way you looked at him as you giggled and smiled made his cock twitch. He held your gaze and tried not to let his eyes wander to the edge of your sundress which was loose enough to see all the way under it. 

“Ok fine. We’ve had some fun in the woods. But Hargrove? He doesn’t even look like someone who would go into the woods.” You said and giggled again when Eddie pinched your sides and teased you about accusing him of looking like a woodland dweller.

“You know. I said I ran out of my supply so if you want to have some woodland fun before I have to meet the guys to pack for our gig… now's the time.” Eddie grinned at you as you smiled eagerly. As innocent as you seemed Eddie could always count on you for a good time. Your hands had already slid down his body before you had replied, fiddling with his belt buckle.

“Right now?” You asked eagerly. Eddie chuckled, putting his hands behind his head.

“You know. You could make a horny bunny rabbit blush.” Eddie muttered as he let you unbuckle his belt and pull it off. He watched you stand and take your swimming costume off from under your dress. Sitting up Eddie pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees, reached up to stroke his hands up your legs and helped you sit with your back to him as you straddled him, leaning back on your knees. Eddie pumped his cock in one hand and moved his other hand to lay over your abdomen, guiding you down so he could line up with your entrance. You sank down a little and he sighed as he felt your warmth pull him in. You were already wet without him doing a thing. 

You usually were but he was more than happy to lend a hand when you needed help getting started. Today wasn’t one of those days but sometimes you had an itch that you just couldn’t scratch by yourself. Eddie was always more than happy to help. Once he got you going all he really had to do was sit back and let you take care of yourself. He collapsed back into the soft grass as you rose and sank down on his dick slowly taking more and more of him with each fall of your hips. While Eddie had his eyes scrunched shut and his fingers twisting into the soft grass, you had your head thrown back, grasping your hands into your sundress lifting it higher out of your way as you set your own pace. Neither of you saw Billy lurking in the trees. 

He’d followed you down to the edge of Tina’s garden and into the woods, hoping to catch you alone. Some people were convinced that you were quite innocently naïve when it came to sex but Billy had been convinced they were wrong. Looking at the way you expertly rode Eddie, he had been right. Billy he been so certain that you’d be a good fuck he’d worked himself up, demanding Tina invited you to the party. Originally he had thought that he would have to play the long shot, chase you into giving into him. But looking at the blissful expression on your face, he knew you’d give into him at the slightest hint that he could get you off. Eddie’s head turned and he caught sight of Billy, his eyes glued to you. There had been a twist of what Eddie thought was jealousy on his face but it slowly melted into something burning as Billy’s eyes followed your rise and fall.  

“You’ve got yourself an audience.” Eddie muttered to you. While Eddie reached forward to your hips, tugging your dress up so that Billy could see where you and Eddie connected, your eyes opened and you watched Billy carefully. His lips were parted a little and his chest heaved while his body was so tense you could see his muscles straining. Your head tiled as you watched him. He seemed unsure if he should interrupt having clearly been caught watching. The thought of him joining in made you clench around Eddie who groaned and fell back into the grass, his hands on your hips as they tangled with your dress. You wanted them both. You we’re going to get what you wanted, you decided. With a smile at Billy that lured him closer, helpless to what you wanted, you reached out a hand beckoning him over. Billy stumbled forwards obediently as you continued to ride Eddie, only slowing your pace once Billy was in front of you. 

“You’re watching us?” You said simply. Billy smiled and nodded.

“If you didn’t want people to watch you should fuck somewhere else.” Billy answered, trying to gain the upper hand. He lost it immediately when you smiled brightly at him and he blushed bright red, the flush spreading to the tips of his ears. “Not that I’m complaining.”

You didn’t say anything else for a moment as you leaned back  holding Billy’s gaze as you rode Eddie, enjoying the small gasps Eddie made with each rise and fall of your hips. You could see that Billy was hard through his swim trunks. You smiled as you reached your hand out to stroke up his thigh and grasp him through his shorts. He let out a soft sigh and tried to look as if your touch wasn’t bothering him.

“You know. You could always join us.” You said as you smiled up at him, running your lip through your teeth. “Right Eddie?” You asked and glanced back, your hips pausing their slow satisfying movement. Eddie sat up a little and kissed your shoulder.

“If you want him to.” Eddie said as he kissed and bit over your neck. Pushing Eddie so lay down again you pulled Billy forward a few steps before pulling his swim trunks down exposing his hard cock. You smiled up at Billy as you started riding Eddie again, licking a long strip up Billy cock as you took it in your hands and started to pump. Billy smiled at you as you left light grazes of kisses up his length and let your tongue flick over his tip. You could taste the tang of precum as you took his head until your mouth caused him to sigh, his shoulders sinking as his body relaxed and his hips pushed himself further into your mouth. 

When he tried to place his hands on the back of your head you swatted them away, taking one and sliding it under the top of your dress over your breast and letting the other hand fall to his side. With one hand on his hip and the other stroking gentle patterns over his abdomen as you bobbed your head taking his thick length into your mouth as Billy tried to resist grabbing your head and thrusting into your mouth as hard as he could. Eddie began to thrust roughly, each jerk of his hips pushing Billy deeper into your throat making you hum as you felt filled and satisfied. Pulling Billy out of your mouth with a pop your hand pumped Billy’s cock as you swirl your tongue around it, you could feel him twitching as you took him back deep into your throat. Feeling his body tense, his cock twitched again and his hips jerked forward just as you pulled away. Your hips paused and Eddie groaned but you wanted to take a moment to smile up at Billy, jerking him off until his cum spurted in white ribbons over his chest and stomach. 

“What a pretty mess.” You said as you sucked his semi hard cock clean of his cum, humming at the tang of him on your tongue. He swallowed as his head fell back, pulling away from you a little as his chest heaved until you pulled away. Reaching for Eddie. Eddie sat up wrapping his arms around your waist. He shifted position slightly as he could thrust up into you as hard as he could. He buried his head in your neck while you leaned into him and one of your hands tangled into your hair. Eddie’s hands pulled at your sundress pulling it down so his hands could slide over your breast, the coldness of his rings causing your skin to tingle. Billy sank to his knees, swimming trunks still around his knees, still a mess but with a hunger in his eyes that made you clench around Eddie who groaned in your ear. Billy his mouth to the side of your neck Eddie wasn’t attending leaving suckled marks across your skin.

 As Eddie continued his brutal pace Billy reached down to press your clit, stroking circles over the bundle of nerves while you leaned into Eddie, feeling your high build. You felt Eddie tense under you and groan as your hips sank down into him and he filled you with hot streams of cum. Your high crashed over you before you could fully revel in Eddie’s release and when you came down you found that Billy had pulled away to watch as you came, frowning at the sharp sting of your fingers digging into one of his arms. Eddie’s watch started to beep and he glanced at it, moving you from his lap causing you to whine as you complained and whined as Eddie started to move. 

“I hate to fuck and run. But I have to go.” Eddie said quietly as he kissed your shoulder and pulled your sundress back up. Eddie chuckled as you gave him puppy dog eyes, not stopping him from pulling out of you and fixing his jeans. “I’m sorry but I can come by after the gig and we can have another round?” Eddie asked, giving you a quick kiss, completely ignoring Billy who was quite literally a kneeling mess in front of you. He hurried off into the woods with a glance back at Billy, certain that even another round with Billy and one with him later wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you. You waved goodbye to him with a pout clearly intended to pull him back but Eddie resisted. Billy almost jumped when you turned at him, a hunger burning in your eyes that made him feel like he was being eyed up before being devoured.

“You know just because he’s gone doesn't mean we couldn’t have some more fun.” You said sweetly. Bill smiled as you approached him, still on his knees in front of you.

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