#sorry i'm watching something wicked and this gets me SO heated

[pitinthelanepages]

piercings and such

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: boyfriend oscar piastri couldn't hide his fascination when he noticed a metallic reflection from underneath your shirt

genre: smut

a/n: just a simple reminder that oscar is a grown adult and so am i, who wrote this, so if you're uncomfortable with the idea of oscar smuts, i respect that. this isn't for you. i'm sorry. kindly, scroll past this.

Oscar sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, when you walked in the room. You had your hair down and it kept getting in your eyes as you worked on your laptop. He watched as you lifted your arms, pulling your hair up into a messy bun. You were wearing only a white cotton shirt, the material clinging to your curves.

As you worked, Oscar noticed something metallic reflecting from underneath your shirt. It took him a moment to realise what it was, but when he did, he couldn't help but stare. You had gotten a nipple piercing and he had no idea.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing to your chest.

You looked down and shrugged. "Oh, just a new piercing."

"A piercing?" Oscar repeated, his eyes fixed on your chest.

"Yeah, a nipple piercing," You said casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Oscar felt his body respond to your words in a way that surprised him. He already found you insanely hot when you were doing the most mundane task. He couldn't resist taking in this sight of you, shamelessly gulping and biting his lips.

"You got a nipple piercing?" he asked, eyes wide with fascination, unable to keep the hint of desire out of his voice.

You looked up at him, catching his gaze. Your eyes narrowed at him as you gave him a teasing smile. "Is that a problem for you, Oscar?"

He felt his cheeks heat up at being caught staring. "No, it's not a problem," he said, his voice barely stable. "When did you get it? Doesn’t it hurt?"

You chuckled and shook your head. "I got it quite recently, when you were busy during the race week. It's still swollen but I don't feel hurt."

Oscar's eyes lingered on your chest, the image of the piercing burned into his mind. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to feel the metal against his fingertips, but he knew that he couldn't just do that without your permission. Despite being your boyfriend, he cared a lot about maintaining his gentleman image in front of you.

Instead, he stood up and walked over to you, taking a seat next to you on the couch. "Can I see it?" he asked, his voice low and shaky.

You bit your lip, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Sure," you said, reaching down to lift up your shirt.

As you exposed your breast to him, Oscar couldn't help but feel his heart race. The silver ball of the piercing glinted in the light, and he reached out to touch it, his fingers tracing the cool metal.

You let out a soft gasp as he touched it, breath catching in your throat. "You like it?" you asked with a brow raising at him, your voice barely above a whisper.

Oscar looked up at you, his eyes dark with something inexplicable. "I love it," he said, his voice husky. 

Your eyes sparkled with amusement before you found yourself straddling him, your hands resting on his shoulders. "Is that so?" you asked, your voice low and teasing.

Oscar couldn't resist leaning in to kiss you, feeling the softness of your lips against his. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He felt your hands in his hair, pulling him even closer as you deepened the kiss.

As you broke apart, panting and breathless, Oscar looked at you, his eyes full of desire. "I want you," he whispered.

You gave him a wicked grin. "You already have me."

Oscar couldn't resist the urge to tease you back. "Oh, I know," he said, his hands roaming over your body. "But I want you again."

You laughed, the sound sending shivers down Oscar's spine. "You're insatiable," you said, but he could tell by the look in your eyes that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

Oscar didn’t waste anymore time, his hands soon trailed down to your breast, feeling the metal of the nipple piercing before he twirled the swollen bud. Your body shuddered in response, and he couldn't help but grin at the effect he had on you. He continued to circle the piercing with his fingers, watching as your breathing became more erratic. He leaned in, his mouth capturing the hardened nipple, flicking his tongue over the silver ball.

You let out a moan, your head falling back as you surrendered to his touch. Oscar continued to tease you, switching between using his fingers and his mouth to surround the piercing, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He felt your hands in his hair, pulling him even closer to you as you gasped for breath.

Oscar couldn't resist the urge to explore more of your body. His hands roamed over your curves, the white cotton shirt no longer clinging to your body. He felt your skin on his fingertips, soft and warm, as he began to explore every inch of you.

He moved his hands down to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You shifted, grinding your hips against his, and he couldn't resist the urge to rub his growing erection against you. You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders as you rubbed against him.

He pulled back from your breast, looking up at you. "I need to be inside of you," he said, his voice low.

You nodded, bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes full of yearning. "Please," you whispered.

He stood up, lifting you with him. He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed. He quickly stripped off his clothes before joining you on the bed, his lips finding yours once again.

He kissed you deeply, his hands roaming over your body as he explored every inch of you. You were so responsive to his touch, your body arching into his as he touched you in all the right places.

He positioned himself between your legs, his hardness throbbing. He leaned down to kiss your neck, his hands holding your hips as he slowly pushed inside of you. You moaned, your nails digging into his back as he filled you completely.

He began to move, slowly at first, but then building up a steady rhythm. Your moans grew louder, your hips meeting his with each thrust. He could feel your walls clenching around him, and he knew you were close.

He quickened his pace, his hands gripping your hips as he pounded into you. You screamed his name as you came, your body shaking with pleasure. He followed soon after, his own orgasm washing over him in waves.

You two collapsed onto the bed, your bodies still intertwined. 

"That was amazing," he whispered, his lips against your ear.

You smiled, your body still humming with pleasure. "It was," you agreed, before jabbing a finger on his chest. "But I think I'm going to have to hide my piercing from you if you're going to be like this every time you see it."

Oscar laughed, feeling content and satisfied. "I can't help it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're just too damn hot."

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 writing #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x you #f2 fanfic #f2 fic #f2 imagine #f2 writing #f2 x reader #oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri scenario

[catsfor2]

hit me, part 3

wc: 2k, unedited warnings: swearing, injury tags:@pampeop@evangelinejxy@itwasnight@@elliewilliamsmunch@intrnetdoll@me-and-your-husband@3zae-zae3@milahnoz@elliescumm@dragonasflowercrown@starpix@nopealoupe@annamommyy@muthafuckingstargirl a/n: i rly wanted this to be so much longer but i think im a little burnt out rn im sorry guys! either way i hope u enjoy this part, its still fun i think!!

-j

part 1

part 1.5

part 2

part 2.5

"Are you—un-fucking-believable," Ellie spits, hand raking through her hair and chucking her phone to the floor. "They're taking my fucking money. My fucking money."

"What? What's happening?" you ask, now watching from your bed as she paces back an forth across your rug.

"They're lowering my fucking cut. Fucking—Jesus, these fucking dicks. I don't know what to do." she says, bending down to pick her phone back up.

"Why would they do that? Is there a...reason, at least?"

"I—shit, probably? They didn't say exactly. Just said it was a 'reputation issue'. Whatever that fucking means." Ellie sighs. She sits back down on the bed. She then speaks again, but quieter.

"They're just mad I don't wanna be their fuckin' show monkey. I shut that bullshit down right away."

"...What do you mean?" you ask.

"They wanted to...basically brand me as the 'club dyke'. Wanted the announcer to say like, all this weird shit when I got up to the ring. Wanted to name a fuckin' drink after me. It was called, like, 'Lady Lover's Special' or something fuckin' stupid like that. I told em' no."

"Oh—well I'm glad you said no. That's...fucked up, of them." you tell her, eyes focused on hers.

"I know. But I—" her phone pings, and she must know just by the sound who it is, as she picks it up to check the message immediately.

Her face pinches, eyes darting across the screen as she reads.

"They're saying—they're saying if I do this fight...tonight, then they...won't lower it. Huh." She finishes, eyes scanning the words a couple more times.

"That seems...manipulative. I feel like they just wanted you to do this fight the whole time." you say skeptically.

"Yeah, obviously. They're fucking snakes. Stupid ones, though." She says, bouncing up off your bed and pulling her coat around herself. "I'm gonna do the fight."

"What—seriously? They basically forced you!" you argue, reaching upwards and pulling back on her sleeve.

She exhales a long breath, before taking your hand and placing it back on the bed. Her face moves close to yours, gently and kindly.

"I need the money, ok? And—" she pauses, eyes lighting up like she just remembered something. Her lips break into a subtle smile. "you'll be there, won't you? I'm in good hands."

You turn your head, cheeks heating, and try to remain impartial.

"Ellie, you don't even...know who you're fighting. That by itself is a—a monumental-sized risk."

"It doesn't matter who I'm fighting, princess." She assures, both hands now cradling at the base of your neck. Her voice gets low and calm next to your ear.

"I'm fuckin' undefeated. It's gonna stay that way."

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Seeing Ellie fight was...intense. Her body is wicked, a cord of muscle that rips through the ring. She's springy. A curated whip of strength, and far more resilient than you thought would be humanly possible. It was difficult to follow her movements, her jabs, cuts, kicks, and everything else, as they were done with impeccable speed.

And yet, through the chaos of this combat, you remember distinctly how her eyes would meet yours, finding you amidst the crowd. Talking to you wordlessly. Reassuring you. Before she'd enter the fight once again, deftly averting her gaze from yours and body thrusting itself strategically into battle. She was a predator, simply put. And you saw the brutal effects of it once the fight was over.

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"I'm still—fuck—still—ow, fuck—"

"Ellie. Stop moving." you chide, hands having to maneuver her head straight again.

"Undef—I'm undefeated. Number one. I'm—mmph—number one. I'm still one." she hazily mutters, head lolling to one side.

"Shut up! I can't do this when you keep talking!" you exclaim, hands frantically dressing the wound across her cheek.

Her body keeps moving, jerking, pushing, and you physically just aren't strong enough to counter it. Her hands have found their place on your shoulders, clutching them as her own stability varies wildly.

"They said...they were gonna—ow, ow! fuck—they were—they couldn't even—" she rambles, fingers tightening their grip.

"Ellie. Stay still. And calm down." you bark, hips inching closer between her thighs. She's sat atop the dingy counter of the club bathroom, while you stand tucked under her figure.

A warm, bellied laugh escapes her before she plops her head into your neck without warning.

"Mmmm okay, princess. I'll be—I'm—I'm still. I'm still. M'sorry doc." She whispers, breath fanning your skin lightly.

"No, no, no, pick your head up. You have to stay awake."

"But I'm—I'm tired. And—" she drags her nose a bit, trailing bits of blood and sweat. "you smell so good here." she murmurs fuzzily, hands slowly traveling down towards your waist.

You quickly wipe your neck with the back of your hand, pushing Ellie's head back upright.

"I'm gonna try and do this as fast as I can, okay?" you say, starting to fumble with the packaging of your needle. Ellie's hands were still groping around the back of your body through your clothes.

"You were—you wore this. At Dina's party," she breathes, not even noticing your hands preparing the suture. Her eyes are unabashedly gazing at your chest. "that was a goooood party." she adds, smiling to herself.

Your skin burns, and you feel your eyes desperately avoiding hers.

Your focus moves back to her forehead, where your hands have moved to hover steadily over her wound.

"This is gonna hurt Ellie. But you can't move." you say quietly, waiting for her response.

She closes her eyes, just taking in shaky breaths for few moments.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Jus do it already."

With that, you start to stitch up her cut, fingers nimble and tedious.

She groans at the pain, hands fisting in the fabric of your clothes, and legs jerking inwards. You let her, simply continuing your motions as her body reacts.

"Ow—Christ, princess, that fucking—fuck!"

"I know, I know. I'm almost done. Like, two more stitches." you rush, eyes starting to water and wrists starting cramp. Ellie only huffs a sigh, forehead slippery from sweat.

Your mouth parts open as you delicately tie off your last suture, hands now clammy and sore. You step back to look at your work, honestly not caring if it was mediocre. It was still better than anything Ellie would've tried to do by herself.

"Ok! Ok! All done!" You breathe, placing a square of gauze on her temple.

"Oh—thank you. Thank you princess. I'm—you're...you're really good." she drawls out, eyes heavy and dazed.

She abruptly slumps forward a bit, leaning all of her weight onto you and wrapping the whole of her arms around your waist. She squeezes even harder, a level of strength almost abnormal considering how beat up she is.

Oh, you think. She's hugging me.

You can't help but lightly giggle, seeing Ellie in such a strange state of mind. Her ego shines through, of course, but there's a vulnerability that makes you feel even warmer. You start to feel the vibrations of her throat as she speaks.

"I think I—I think I fight better...with you here." she says softly, fingertips pressed into the small of your back.

"Yeah?" you laugh. "I don't know about that..."

"You're the only one who's—who's actually wanted to see me. I know about that." she retorts, hot breaths coming briskly at your neck.

"But I thought like—Dina and everyone, they know, don't they?"

"Mhmm. They know. But they don't come here. Not—not like you did." she says lowly.

You move back, a little too warm, and try to look Ellie in the eyes.

"I...didn't know that. I'm glad I was here though." you say, a small smile shaping your lips.

"Yeah, I mean—me too, obviously. I can—man, I can always count on you. I can't believe I fuckin'...forgot about that." she mumbles, grin slowly widening.

Your eyes open larger, and you freeze a touch, her words recalling a part of your friendship you didn't know she had noticed.

In highschool, all you'd ever wanted to do was make Ellie like you. You'd let her rant all her fiery anger over a fight with Cat, remaining polite and helpful and understanding. You'd listen to the songs she'd listen to, hate the ones she didn't. She'd tell you her theories about the stars, and you'd let it change the way you see the sky at night. You were a lost puppy, unintentionally giving Ellie your leash. You didn't realize any of it until years later.

"I was..." you look around, searching for the right words. "I was kind of obsessed. In highschool."

She looks up, eyebrows pinching.

"With me?"

"I—yes? You couldn't tell?"

She scoffs, face dramatically contorting in shock.

"Fuck—no, I couldn't. You were always...texting that...guy."

"And I broke up with him. Because of you." you say, color rushing across your cheeks.

Ellie blinks, eyes wide, just staring. Her mouth opens, and closes, before she finally starts saying words again.

"But didn't—hold on. Did I...turn you gay?"

You roll your eyes, mouth flattening.

"I don't think that's how it works. But you probably...made it happen faster, I guess." you say, voice trailing off towards the end.

She stays silent, lips pressed in thought. The hands around your waist, which hadn't moved in while, start to fidget and tense in their place.

"You know what? I see it. It actually—it makes a lot of sense."

"...Yeah?" you question, head shifted away from her gaze.

"Like—the way you'd always freeze up if I tried to draw you. Or all that...shit you'd try and say about Cat. You were just—super jealous, weren't you?" she laughs, pulling you closer.

Ellie seems to have regained her consciousness fully, you notice, the lively color of her face having returned as well.

"I—not super, just a...normal amount." you mutter.

"It's okay, princess. I think it's—cute. Little you, all fed up. Just wanted me so bad, huh?"

"No. I barely knew more than you did. I was mostly just confused." you protest. "Can you stand? I'd like to leave this nasty bathroom."

"Yeah, I'm good." she says, hoisting herself off of the counter.

Her arm snakes around your shoulder, using your body to lean against.

"I'm staying with you tonight. If you have a concussion I can't let you fall asleep." you tell her, almost overwhelmed with her smell so close to your face.

"Oh—shit." she blurts. "My place is a fuckin' mess right now."

As it turned out, Ellie was not lying.

Her place, a grungy apartment just on the edge of town, was a wreck. Clothes, garbage, various envelopes and papers scattered the floor. Her kitchen was bare, neat and dusty from the lack of use. You wondered how many people had actually seen her place.

You let her walk you both to the couch, before she plops herself down onto it with a hefty sigh. She sits for a moment before looking up at you, gesturing to the cushion next to herself.

"Well? You gonna sit?" she asks.

You don't respond, simply let yourself fall into the seat, Ellie's arm already sprawled out and waiting for you. She yawns loudly before turning to you.

"I really can't fuckin' sleep?"

"I mean..." you bite the inside of your cheek, contemplating. "you probably don't have one? So...you can sleep. I might just wake you up once to check on your symptoms."

She groans comfortably, spreading out on the couch and kicking her legs forward. Her arm tightens around you, shuffling you into her side. She grabs a blanket from behind her, straightens it out, and throws it over the both of you.

The layer feels nice, warm and heavy, and you find yourself feeling more exhausted as the minutes tick by. You lay your head upon Ellie's chest, memorizing the sounds of her heart. Her voice resonates lowly as she speaks.

"...Did you actually like being there?" she asks you, tone uncertain and quiet. "I don't blame you if it's too much to watch."

"No I—I did like it. Honestly. It was hard not to look away." you assure her, softly breathing across her shirt.

"Ok. Good. I wanted to make sure. I...I really want you there again next week."

"I will be then." you say, eyes casting a glance up to meet her own.

She had already been staring.

"Goodnight, y/n." Ellie murmurs, her focus on you not breaking for a second.

"Yeah, goodnight." you say, forcing your eyes shut and melting into the heat of Ellie's body.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x reader #ellie fic #lesbian #ellie tlou #tlou part 2 #tlou #tlou fic #catsfor2

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Bestie its me ur fave Nathan Bateman defender 💅💅 can I request anything Nathan? Like free range bestie (ik for some authors it's a hassle to be requested something with no info but its ok if u dont) like go crazy with him. Just need more Nathan content ❤️❤️ ily and thank you bestie 🤸‍♀️

ANYTHING NATHAN? YOU GOT IT. (I'm so sorry what is this? What have I written? Help.) ILYSM❤️

Nathan Bateman x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: Nathan's a pretty heavy sleeper.

A/N: Nathan and Reader are already in a relationship.

Warnings: somnophilia, I'm gonna say dub con because Nathan is asleep and it is only vagely hinted at that the consent has been previously established, blow job, fingering, swearing, typos, overuse of italics, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 991

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While you weren’t sure what time Nathan went to bed last night, or what time it was now (other than early morning), but, you did know that he had decided to sleep in your bed. Not his. 

His beard was tickling your shoulder, his gentle and even breaths warming your back. 

One arm was slung over your waist while the other, in classic Nathan fashion, was pressed against the headboard at an angle you would have assumed was uncomfortable. 

You needed to stretch. And, despite the comfort of waking up in his embrace, he was oldly warm. A human furnace. How he wasn’t sweating astounded you.

It seemed impossible that someone that slept naked could produce so much heat. 

Carefully, you wiggled out from underneath his arm. Trying your best not to wake him or jostle the bed too much. 

You were nearly home free, out without being a disturbance, when somehow you caught Nathan just as he was moving in his sleep. 

A sigh escaped your lips, ready for a Textbook Nathan grumble. But it never came. 

He had just moved with the push and was now sleeping soundly flat on his back, part of the bedcovers twisted around his calf.

Huh. 

Seemed like he was a heavy sleeper. 

He must have come to bed late. 

You chewed at your bottom lip as a wicked thought started to grow in your mind. 

He looked so peaceful, innocent even. If such a word could ever be used to describe Nathan. Especially since he had a habit of grooming his public hair into ridiculous shapes. Something you were sure he only really started doing to amuse you. Currently it was a heart. 

Perhaps it was time for a little revenge for all the times he woke you up at 2am with his face between your legs. 

Languidly you moved a little closer, running the tip of your forefinger up the length of his dick. Just to judge the reaction, see how heavy of a sleeper he really was.

Nathan’s breathing didn’t even change. 

You grinned. 

Still keeping your eyes on his face to watch for any signs of waking, you laid down on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows and leaning over to suck the tip of his cock into your mouth.

Nothing. 

You moved your body closer, risking leaning partially on his thigh and hip, as you licked up the length of him, swirling your tongue around the head and teasing his slit. 

His cock jumped under your attention, quickly hardening as Nathan’s breathing hitched ever so slightly. The rise and fall of his chest increasing even as his eyes stayed closed. 

You pumped him a few times, smearing your saliva along the thick length of him as a smile pulled on your lips. 

While you missed Nathan’s moans and grunts of pleasure, there was something satisfying about having him at your mercy. 

You took him into your mouth again, bobbing up and down slowly, trying to let him get deeper each time. 

Usually Nathan’s bucking hips (even when he tried not to) made it difficult to deepthroat him, his size alone was enough to make the activity strenuous. And you’d never quite been able to manage it without gagging. 

Now however, without his instant squirming you found that you were able to take him deeper than you had before, relaxing your throat as best you could and swallowing around him. 

You hummed, getting a little carried away as your own arousal started to burn between your legs.

The idea of maybe being able to take all of him in your mouth made you a little lightheaded, forced you to rub your legs together to just take the edge off. 

You picked up the pace, moving up and down, still managing to swallow a little more each time.

His cock was hot and heavy in your mouth, the girth made your jaw throb but you didn’t care as you continued to take him deeper.

Finally you couldn’t ignore the ache between your legs any longer, and you slid one hand down, under your pyjama bottoms for some relief. 

Nathan’s breathing had increased exponentially. Small huff of air, and little whispered moans escaping his lips as he still stayed inexplicably asleep. 

Part of you wondered what he was dreaming about. 

You circled your clit, Nathan’s little groans of pleasure driving you wild as you filled your mouth with his cock. 

You were nearly there, almost at the base, just another few centimetres and you could bury your face into the neatly trimmed curls between his legs.

“Fuuuck,” Nathan hissed between his teeth, gasping as he woke up fully to the sight of you. “Oh god, baby,” he whined, stretching back for a moment to try to stop himself from thrusting upwards, “taking me so deep.” 

He groaned obscenely. Trying to get himself under control by sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, anything to distract himself from the warmth of your mouth. 

That was when he noticed your hand down the front of your pyjamas. 

And he lost it. 

He moaned loudly, grabbing hold of your shoulder, trying to warn you. But it was too late. He came hard, unable to control the mindless bucking of his hips as he filled your mouth and throat. 

The timing, thankfully, had just been right. You had been breathing out as he came and managed to not choke to death on his release. 

He gasped as you kept sucking, milking him for every last drop he could give, before pulling away and grinning. 

“Good morning.” You smiled.

“Good fucking morning.” He breathed, laying back heavily against the bed. 

You chuckled. 

He sat up a little to look at you. “What time is it?” 

You shook your head, “I’m not sure, I-”

“It’s pussy eating time, that’s what it is.” He growled as he pounced on you, smothering you with kisses as you laughed. 

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[glittervame]

We're not done yet doll

"She said she wanted 5 guys I'm not talking bout burgers, I pull up with my friends that pussy get murdered...Jk I'm not into trains"

^It's been poping up on my tiktok fyp and I wanted to do something about it

Sorry for any inconsistency throughout the story or the spelling errors. Lord, please forgive me...

Smut, Cheating, spitroast

The party was in full swing, the music pounding through the walls and the scent of sweat and alcohol thick in the air. Y/n was wearing a short, black dress that hugged her curves and showed off her long, toned legs. Her hair was loose and flowing, a hint of rebellion in the way she tossed her head to the beat.

She moved from group to group, laughing and flirting with the boys she knew from school. It was easy to forget that just a few hours ago, she had been with her boyfriend, the sweet and loyal guy from Ravenclaw.

He's a really nice guy, just so sincere, He takes her out on these pretty little dates in Hogsmeade, and he's good in bed too. There should be no reason really why she's at this party; where she should've been is curled up next to her boyfriend watching a romcom or studying for her ancient ruins test that was coming up on Friday.

But tonight, she was here with Mattheo, Theo, Draco, Blaise, and Lorenzo, all of whom seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. From the small touches on the length of her back to the grinding while they were dancing.

As the night wore on, the alcohol flowed more freely, and the lines between desire and responsibility began to blur. Y/n found herself getting more touchy than she should've been. It was like she was in a haze, unable to control how her body responded to their touch. It also didn't help that they were keeping her stocked to the brim with alcohol, never letting it hit the middle line of the red solo cup in her hands.

Finally, in a dark corner of the room, she found herself alone with Mattheo. His hands were rough as they traveled up her thighs, and she could feel his arousal pressed against her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back as he undid her dress, revealing her black lace bra and matching thong. His fingers found the wetness between her legs, and he groaned against her lips.

"I've wanted this for so long," he muttered, his breath hot against her skin. She could feel the heat building inside her as well, a desperate ache that only he seemed to be able to satisfy. His fingers slipped inside her, and she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on, wanting more.

Mattheo's fingers found her clit, and his thumb began to tease her mercilessly. She cried out, her body arching off the ground, and any thought of Theo disappeared. She was lost in the sensation, her whole world reduced to the feel of Mattheo's fingers moving inside her, the taste of his lips on hers, the sound of their harsh breathing filling her ears.

As she neared the peak of her orgasm, she felt a hand slip under her dress and caress her bare ass. Startled, she glanced down to see Draco grinning up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Tryna share your pretty doll Cousin?" He purrs, his fingers rubbing against her nipples through her bra. She gasps, her body tensing as a second orgasm washes over her.

"D-Draco…" she manages to stammer out, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. His lips curve into a wicked grin and he leans in, capturing her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. His tongue invades her mouth, tangling with hers as he continues to touch her, his fingers never ceasing their motion. She moans into his kiss, her hips bucking against Mattheos hand, as he curls his fingers.

"Lean your head back pretty girl" Theo asks, his voice low and husky. She does as he asks, feeling his warm hands against her neck as he guides her head to his cock, "Open up" he commands, and she opens her mouth, taking him in as he thrusts his hips forward, his hard length filling her mouth. Her tongue swirls around him, tasting him, feeling him down her throat.

She lets out loud squeal as Mattheos hands are replaced by Blaises throbing cock. He pushes inside her roughly, his hips slamming against hers in a brutal rhythm. It feels so good, so overwhelming, that she can hardly breathe. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving angry red lines behind as she arches her back to meet his thrusts. She can feel herself building towards another orgasm, the pressure building inside her, the need growing more and more intense with every thrust.

As if sensing her imminent release, Lorenzo's hands slip down her body and begin to stroke her wet folds. His fingers are soft and expert, and they send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans around Theo's cock, feeling him twitch in response. Her orgasm builds, cresting higher and higher, until it breaks over her in a powerful wave. She cries out, her body shuddering with release as she comes all over Lorenzo's hands and Blaise's cock, a white ring forming at the base of it.

Her muscles relax and go lax, but they don't stop moving, overstimulating her, her breath comes in ragged gasps, her vision blurred with pleasure and desire. Draco's soft hands have turned into his mouth on her breasts biting and sucking, leaving red bite marks along her skin, little dots of blood coming from the wounds.

Theo growls, his hips bucking roughly as he comes, filling her mouth with his hot seed. She swallows eagerly, her tongue working to clean his length as he pulls away, watching her with dark, hungry eyes. "That's a good girl" He praises as he watches you, patting your cheek.

Blaise's thrusts become slopy as he nears his own release,p his breath coming out in ragged gasps. His cock twitches inside her, the head brushing against something deep inside, making her shiver with pleasure. "So close…" he groans, his hips slamming harder against hers.

Lorenzo's fingers are still moving, circling her clit, teasing her, keeping her on the edge of another orgasm. She arches her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as she feels herself starting to slip over the edge once more. "Please…" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies moving together.

Draco leans forward, capturing one of her nipples between his lips and sucking hard. She cries out, her hips bucking against Blaise as he continues to thrust inside her. The sensation of being filled, of being wanted and desired like this, is almost too much to bear. Her body trembles on the brink of release, her muscles tense and coiled tightly.

Blaise's eyes meet hers in the mirror, and she can see the lust burning bright in his gaze. "That's it, baby," he growls, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. "Let go for me." His words send a shiver down her spine, and with a final thrust, he comes inside her, his body tensing as he releases his seed.

She feels it deep inside, and with a cry of pleasure, her body finally gives in to the overwhelming sensations, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of bliss. Her nails scratch at Blaise's back, her legs clamp shut around his waist, her entire being focused on the feeling of him moving inside her. Her body shudders with pleasure, her muscles trembling as she comes apart in his arms.

Her body relaxes, exhausted. A laugh echos through the room, "We're not done yet doll," Mattheo says, unbuckling his belt, "I haven't even had my turn yet"

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

You finally stirred, struggling to fixate your mind on some last memory of what had happened the night before. When your eyes finally opened, you realized there was a figure sitting next to your bedside in a chair that was pulled up. You rubbed your eyes and refocused them, as if you expected your first look to be wrong. "Negan... W—what are you doing here?"

He straightened up and his lips flashed a small, tired smile for a brief moment before he answered. "I've been here all night."

Your stomach churned. You couldn't remember how you'd gotten home... In fact, you couldn't remember anything after that stupid bonfire. "Look—I don't want to be—umm... Did—you—I mean... is there something I ought to remember?" Maybe something last night had finally caused you to act on your attraction to Negan, the attraction you tried so hard to suppress.

He chuckled and cocked you a half-smile. "I just carried you home. That's it. I swear."

You shifted under the blankets and gulped nervously. "Umm... and undressed me?"

He cocked an eyebrow at you. "Yeah. You don't mind, do you?"

Your face flushed. "No, it sounds really romantic..." you said, your sarcasm biting.

Negan's brow furrowed over his hazel eyes and he leaned in toward you. "Whoa, hey—I'm not a perv, dollface. Jesus, you must have cracked your head harder than I thought. You really don't remember shit from last night?" He frowned when you gave him a puzzled look and shook your head. "You were all covered in walker guts," he explained.

You tugged at the blanket covering you and gulped again. "You couldn't have put something else on me?"

"I did," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Those blankets you're under."

You shot him a look which drew another laugh from his lips. "I meant like a t-shirt or something..." you clarified.

"Well, I am still a man," he joked. "I had to appreciate the nice view that presented itself..."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but secretly felt another flush of heat in your chest at the compliment. "I thought you said you weren't a perv."

He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his face thoughtfully. "Did I? Why the fuck would I say that? That's not even true at all..."

"Negan!"

He laughed more heartily still. "I'm kidding. Honestly—" his expression fell and turned more sincere, "I was just worried about getting you cleaned up and warmed up and making sure that you were okay. I didn't even think of it. I'm sorry. I just got you to the bed and kept watching your breathing."

You studied him for a long moment, deciding if you believed him or not. Finally, you nodded. "Well, can you do me a favor and get me something to put on now?"

"Sure thing. Where do you keep the lingerie?"

"Negan!"

He laughed again and held his hands up. "I'm joking! I'm just so relieved you're awake. I'll wait in the other room... Be careful when you stand up, doll."

You watched his tall figure disappear and wondered if this wasn't the strange start to something...

A/N: Happy Wicked Wednesday!

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[imarvelatthestars]

Eat Your Young

Pairings: Elia Kane x f!Reader

Warnings: kinda top/bottom - dom/sub vibes, but not really. Also short.

She's evil and I'm suddenly a lesbian, bisexual who? what? Sorry, I got distracted. Her arms and sexie butch energy got to me.

It's the way she looks at you that does you in, the blatant hunger that glints in Elia's eyes, the knowledge that she always has you just within reach and that you'll always fall for her time and again. You knew it the moment you first met on Coruscant, when she was dappled with carnival lights, and you know it now as she watches you, waits for you, tongue stealing across the swell of her lower lip.

"Look at you," she sighs and she leans back in her chair, one arm stretching up and behind her head so her biceps flex and strain against her shirt. On purpose. Smirking. Tilting her chin up in your direction as a silent challenge. "Pretty girl."

Kara-fucking-bast, if that doesn't send your stomach plummeting. Your jaw slacks open just enough to drop the hint of a whimper as liquid heat curls up in the pit of your belly.

"Been missing you all day." Her eyes flicker in the lowlight, something dark and predatory. "Did you miss me?"

You nod dumbly and it should be embarrassing, it is embarrassing, but you want her more than you feel your shame. You want her where she belongs, inside you, above you, muscles straining, temple slick with sweat, her hair ruffled and her eyes wild. You want her to pry you open and take whatever she wants, if only so you can beg for more by the end.

Her free hand pats the spread expanse of her thighs. She doesn't have to ask. And when you settle your weight atop her one thigh, you can't help shuddering as her eyes shift and her head tilts down and her fingers settle around the curve of your waist.

"How many do you think I can get out of you before I finally fuck you?" she asks.

"As many as you want," you croak. Your eyelashes flutter and your voice trembles, and Elia grins.

The weight of her palm on your hip prompts you to grind forward and down on her leg. Another hand comes soft and smooth over your breast, to your throat, cradling the back of your neck, digging into the tendrils at your nape and tugging ever so slightly. And when you tremble and moan like the hapless prey you are, your huntress nips playfully at your ear.

Her breath is hot on your skin and your clit is rubbing hard, but not enough, on her sleep pants. "Louder for me," she coos. "There's a good girl."

That won't be a problem. Elia always has a way of drawing the foulest of sounds from your body. Tonight will be no different. You're starving for her, desperate for her teeth and tongue and fingers, for whatever wicked pleasures she elects to bestow, and she's eager to provide a feast.

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[lambtail-tales]

Beg

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Ichiro Yamada x F!reader (Hypnosis Microphone)

Wordcount: 2510

Paragraphs: 52

I dug this up from the depths of my laptop and did some hardcore editing to it. I wrote this thing like 5 years ago actually so it really needed the fixing up. Not beta'd again, sorry >> Also, surprise, I'm HypMic trash too <3

Warning for sexually explicit 18+ material!

This drabble features light bondage and femdom as a heads up. Maybe orgasm denial if you squint?

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He was so cute, squirming under you like this. And you had barely even done anything yet. You got a little laugh out of it. “Ichiro,” You crooned. “You’re so adorable…” You sang softly, admiring the deep shade of red his face had become.

You felt quite proud of yourself, sat atop the man’s waist, straddling his hips. Now that his hands had been bound to the headboard, he had turned his head into the pillow, and he wouldn’t look at you.

You leaned forward, now chest-to-chest with the odd-eyed man. “You have nothing to be shy about…I’ll make you feel really good.” You whispered lasciviously, taking extra care in the soft kiss you pressed to his ear. You would swear you had just heard him whimper.

You sat up straight and began rocking your hips back and forth. You felt his half-hard member stiffen under your slick heat. You took great pleasure in seeing him screw his beautiful eyes shut and watching his chest begin heaving. “Mmm, you like this, don’t you? How dirty…” You purred, staring him down with a glint in your eye. “And that face you’re making!” You chuckled. “So sweet.”

Ichiro opened his mouth to retort, and you decided that grinding your hips a little harder would remind him who was in charge. He groaned, and you eased up just a little.

“I hope you weren’t about to talk back to me…or perhaps, you want more?” You taunted him, leaning in to bring your face close to his again.

Ichiro opened his eyes but kept them averted. You grabbed his chin, holding it firmly between your thumb and index finger. “You know, you should look people in the eye when they’re speaking to you.” He was now forced to meet your half-lidded gaze. “If you want something, all you need to do is ask for it,” With a wicked grin, you looked the man over, dragging one finger slowly over his chest in circles. “I won’t know what you want unless you tell me. I can’t read your mind, Ichiro.”

He muttered something under his breath that you chose to ignore in favor of dipping your head and latching onto the nape of his neck–kissing, biting, and sucking on the skin, reveling in the knowledge that you would be leaving your mark all over him. You made your way to his throat, and you could feel his quickening pulse beneath your lips.

“I could untie you, y’know? I know you want to touch me.” You spoke against his collarbone in soft, licentious tones. “But, only if you ask.” You reminded him. Ichiro glowered just a bit, and you wanted to laugh again. You had wondered if at any point he was starting to reconsider agreeing to this, but he knew what to say if he wanted to back out, and he hadn’t uttered anything close to it. Who would have thought Yamada Ichiro would be this submissive?

“So untie me.” He snipped, and you raised an eyebrow, making a small, pensive sound, though there was nothing that needed thinking about. His brief look of desperation pleased you. But unfortunately for him, that was far from a question.

You thrust your hips against him once more, and he moaned, jerking his own hips just slightly, and you smirked.

“I said you need to ask.” You batted your lashes with unabashed innocence. “Should I make you beg for it instead, since you don’t know how to listen?” He stayed quiet, and you licked your lips. “But then again, I’m getting a bit impatient…” You complained, and you felt his cock twitch. “Looks like you are, too, Ichiro.” You raised one hand and tenderly pushed a few loose strands of hair away from his face for him. “Ah, what to do, what to do…” You tutted, rolling your hips again at an agonizingly slow pace.

The more worked up he got, the more you enjoyed this. Was it cruel? Perhaps. But there would be time for an apology later. For now, you planned to thoroughly enjoy yourself, and take advantage of how vulnerable the man beneath you currently was.

You watched him struggle against his restraints, and an amused hum escaped your lips. “I made sure to make them very tight. Now, Ichiro, what do you want?” You reached between your legs, taking hold of his erection. He grunted as you began massaging circles around his head, occasionally brushing your thumb over the slit as precum beaded at the tip. You felt him begin writhing again, and you laughed. “Cute!” You murmured.

“Do you really need to ask me that?” Ichiro complained, and you just loved how obvious it was that you were driving him crazy. “Quit screwing around!” He barked, though it sounded more like he was pleading with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, and chuckled. “Oh, I don’t need to ask at all,” you said nonchalantly. “I just want to hear you say it.” You spoke in a hushed, seductive tone. “It's so much fun to watch you squirm, and you make the sweetest expressions when you’re needy.” You added, words dripping with carnality, yet still saccharine like honey. “So,” You paused to bring your hand to your lips and lick his taste from your fingertips. “tell me.” You susurrated, and his reaction elicited a muffled laugh from behind your hand.

Ichiro’s face hadn’t yet been this flushed all afternoon, and you had been toying with him like this for quite some time; his embarrassment made you even more eager. He made a noise of frustration and averted his gaze, but you could still see that his shame had crept all the way to the tips of his ears as they grew rosy, much like his cheeks.

“Just hurry and fuck me already.” He growled. “Please.” He added, and his obedience was nothing short of delightful.

“Good boy,” You leaned forward as you lifted your hips up. “that’s what I like to hear.” 

You once more reached for his throbbing member and lined it up with your entrance. You were more than ready for it—you were practically aching to feel the dark-haired man inside you, but you wouldn’t tell him, because he was supposed to be the one begging you for release.

Sinking onto his cock, you leaned back and watched him ball his hands up over his head, and his hips slammed up into you almost instinctively, and you were shameless about the mewling sound that slipped past your lips

 “Mmm, not so fast, Ichiro,” you scolded. “Don’t get greedy.” Placing your hands against his abdomen. You rolled your hips slowly, working yourself into a rhythm. You bit your lip, wanting more already–so, so badly. “Slow,” You whispered. “go slow.” You repeated, and he obliged.

You threw your head back, feeling yourself being taken over by pleasure as heat spread from your core to your chest, then to the very tips of your fingers. How quickly would you fall apart if he had his hands on you, you wondered? But just for a moment.

Without warning, Ichiro picked up his pace, and as much as you wanted to keep bossing him around, it felt too good to stop now. You whined, surely giving way to how desperate you actually were, and you were quite sure in your hazy line of sight, you saw Ichiro smirk triumphantly. You wouldn’t let him win that easily.

“Is that…the best you can do?” You growled between suppressed moans. “I would have thought a former Dirty Dawg would be a bit more impressive.” You leaned forward, so your noses were close to touching. “Do me harder.” You demanded in a husky whisper, grinning at him provocatively.

The glint in his mismatched eyes told him that he was all too ready and willing to do just that. You braced yourself, and he began to rut into you more fervently than before. More moans began to rise from your throat, and to silence them, you smashed your mouth against his, and he invited it by kissing back fiercely, twining his tongue around yours. You had no desire to hold back any longer; you let yourself be overcome by your shameless desire, and it only got better. Breaking your kiss, you watched the thin trail of saliva between your mouths before you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip. Sure, you looked messy, but that was all just part of the fun, wasn’t it?

“Mmnnn, Ichiro, are you close?” The closest thing you got to an answer was a single thrust, more intense than he had been just a moment ago. “Haah,” Your voice echoed around the room, above the sound of skin against skin. “d-don’t just think you can cum whenever you want to.” You tossed your hair over your shoulder, noticing that some had stuck to your face thanks to the sweat you had worked up. “You finish when I say you can.”

Ichiro grunted between thrusts, and you knew that had aggravated him, because he was practically scowling at you. He never liked to be ordered around, and you knew it, which just made all of his reactions that much more satisfying, on top of him actually obeying you. Your giggle melted into a wanton sigh, and you arched your back, feeling the bed give out just a little as you rode him harder and faster.

The room was filled with gasps and soft whimpers, and the occasional name on a euphoric breath. You both wanted release, but you were stubborn enough that you wouldn't give it to him just yet. You liked driving him wild like this, and you would make use of your control over the man by teasing him as much as you could for as long as you could hold out, if you could hold out.

“If you can’t handle it anymore, all you have to do is say so…” You reached out to caress his cheek. “Just a few simple words, and you can have what you want…” You panted.

It was quite endearing, the way Ichiro was putting on a tough front, but you knew he couldn’t keep going much longer, and really, you weren’t in much better shape, determined as you were to outlast him. He had slowed down just a bit, and you wondered if he was running out of steam. “Well?” You cooed.

His face was crimson, and it was positively captivating. “D-don’t make me say it out loud.” He groused, and he was met with silence. His exasperated whine was music to your ears. “Let me cum,” He hissed. He was impatient–more so than you had ever seen him, and you adored it. “please.” he finally begged, squeezing his eyes shut.

You definitely wouldn’t mind seeing him like this more often, you thought to yourself. You had turned the tables on Ichiro for once, and now you had him completely wrapped around your little finger.

“What a good boy, using your manners.” You were craving release, so that was certainly good enough for you. “Go on then, Ichiro,” You purred. “give it to me.”

As if on command, rather than with your permission, he came inside of you. 

You reached your own climax as he spilled into you, swearing loudly and moaning his name as orgasm shook your body. Riding wave after wave of pleasure, everything around you seemed softer—fuzzy, even. You slowly eased yourself off of him and settled carefully against his hips, hands at his waist. As the two of you panted heavily, catching your breath in the afterglow, you hovered over him and took his face in your hands, peppering sweet kisses across his face; his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose–anywhere you could reach.

“I’ll untie you now, okay?” Ichiro just nodded, perhaps still unable to properly articulate coherent words, perhaps just content to bask in blissful silence for a bit longer.

You reached above him, making sure to take extra care when undoing the knot around his wrists. “There.” You soothed when you finally got it loose, and you couldn’t help but feel bad, watching him rub at the angry red marks that had been impressed into his wrists as you tossed the rope away. “Does it hurt?” You frowned.

“No,” Ichiro muttered. “but damn, that sucked!” He complained, and he was pouting.

You tilted your head. “Oh?” You took one of his arms and pulled it towards you. “Sorry…anything I can do for you?” You asked timidly, pressing your lips to one particularly deep mark on his skin.

Ichiro watched you, eyes shifting from your mouth to your eyes after a moment. “Let me touch you next time.” His words came softly, and you felt one curled finger graze your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, thrilled by the promise of a next time.

Your airy laughter echoed around the dim room. “Is that all?” You murmured, turning his hand over to kiss his knuckles. “I suppose I could let you have your way next time.” You teased

Ichiro rolled his eyes, but he did nothing to hide his smile. “What a handful.” He combed his fingers through your hair, and you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Ehh? Me?” You craned your neck to place one more kiss up against his jawline. “That isn’t a very nice thing to say.” Even so, your crooked grin was one of adoration.

You laid against him, head to his chest, and you could hear his rapid pulse slowing down little by little as his strong arms wrapped around your waist. After a quiet moment in which you had settled down comfortably, you found your voice again.

“I really love you, y’know…” You closed your eyes, thinking it both strange and wonderful that your bodies fit together so perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. You didn’t think you could ever love anyone more than you loved Ichiro.

You felt his breath catch for just a moment, and he kissed your temple. “Mmm, I love you, too.” He murmured. “But next time I won't go easy on you.” He joked.

You giggled, giving him one more kiss, featherlight on his lips. “Of course, Ichiro.” You humored the man, patting his cheek before standing on weak legs.

He raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched you, just waiting for your knees to buckle. “And where are you going?” He objected.

“As much as I would love to stay in bed with you, I need a shower before your brothers get back from school.” You said nothing of the mess dripping down your thighs–he had noticed. You could tell by the sheepish look on his face. “And so do you.” You added while you turned away to head to the washroom. “You’re more than welcome to join me if you want.” You called behind you before breezing down the hall stark naked.

You could hear him laugh, and in no time he was padding along right behind you, catching you around the waist and pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, eliciting a startled squeal from you, that only lasted for a second, quickly dissolving into contented laughter as you returned the gesture in kind, kissing his cheek once more.

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[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Red Strings [Chapter Eight] To Kyoto [Satoru Gojo]

Tag list: @nevermoresworld @pumpkindudeishere @illyrian-moonswarrior

Warning(s): family drama, mention of death, teasing, Gojo being Gojo, soulmate au, female reader insert, training.

I'm sorry, Satoru. This is much harder than I thought it would be.

You ignore the comments the best you can, listening to Naoya mouth off about you to one of his younger brothers as you walk past them; an inconvenient nitwit whose name you can not remember. The former barely knows him either, but given the chance to mock you to someone, he will fake tolerance for anyone. It's the sort of brat he is.

With an uneasy breath, you round the corner of the main house and hurry down the engawa toward your father's workroom.

It just keeps getting better and better around here. 

Not only did the clan not show concern for your well-being, but some of them even chose to disregard the entire incident. Out of sight, out of mind. This is what the Arima Clan meant to them now that their leader had been locked up. One of them had escaped, Satoru had mentioned, but Naobito did not care to listen. 

That was yesterday, after you had returned, and today, your father wants something of you. 

At his door, you hesitantly knock. He invites you in moments later, and as you walk in, you notice two bowls of steamed rice, miso soup, and a plate of salt-grilled fish sitting on his desk.

"Sit," he orders, motioning to the area in front of him. "Have some breakfast." 

You consider turning him down, you have plans for the morning, but given the circumstances of your plans, you decide it would be best to eat something first.

"Were these extras?" You ask in curiosity, sitting down. 

Your father grunts in response. If not, he could have at least called for you a drink. You sigh and begin to eat. As nice as this is, it is a bit strange. You feel only resentment toward your father at the moment, but you are curious as to what is going through his mind at this moment. 

Years ago, you would have looked forward to this moment. 

With a confident air, you swallow the bit in your mouth, then smile.

"I can't stay too long, but I appreciate this."

Your father raises a curious brow but says nothing. He lifts a chunk of fish to his mouth and takes a bite, watching you. It's honestly unnerving and the longer you sit, the more awkward it feels. The silence is deafening.

Sitting down your chopsticks, you sigh. 

"I am meeting with Satoru soon. I know that you did not ask me to join you because you wanted the company, so I must insist that you tell me what it is you want." 

Your father narrows his eyes in irritation.

"Do not think, child, that because your soulmate is gifted with cursed energy you can disrespect me or the Zen'in. Satoru Gojo is a pest." 

"And unlike you or the Zen'in, he has not turned his back on me," you snap, opting not to remind him that he allowed you to be abducted. "But that is just how it is, isn't it? The Zen'in are incapable of morals or love. It's power and nothing more." 

Warm tears blur your eyes, but you blink them away. It hurts to admit this about your family, but it's true. Your father used to know love; he left the clan for your mother but upon the awakening of your Innate Technique, he had thrown her away for power. It scares you because you fear the hold it has on you too. Are you capable of turning so wicked?  

Ignoring the tightness in your throat and the jitteriness of your body, you stand from the table. 

"Please…do not waste your voice if you brought me here to talk about Satoru. I don't want to hear it."

You do not want to deal with him anymore, so you turn to leave, but his voice interrupts you. 

"Be grateful, brat, that Naobito-san is turning a blind eye to whatever it is that you are doing with that pest. His generosity will not last forever."

You tighten your jaw and toss him a heated look over your shoulder. Is he so cruel? You are not a puppet, you should be allowed to live your life as you want. 

"You can share my thanks when you grovel at his feet later," you remark sharply. 

Where did this come from? A weight feels like it's been lifted from your shoulders; you feel like a human again. A wide grin pulls at the corner of your lips and before your father can scold you further, you leave the room, hurrying to the front gate. 

The cool breeze pulls at your hair and clothes as you venture further away from the compound. It's like the air is cleaner and more breathable. At the closest bus stop, you sit on the bench, resting for a moment. The short bout of defiance you displayed had your heart pounding. 

I can't wait to tell Satoru. 

Closing your eyes for a brief moment, you do not notice someone walking up on you until they are behind you. The heat of their breath on your ear makes you shiver, and as your name leaves their mouth in a sing-song manner, you leap up in fright, turning to face Gojo. He laughs in response. 

"That wasn't funny," you argue. 

"You should see it from my side," he retorts with a grin. 

Tossing him a heated glare, you finally notice that he isn't dressed in his uniform. He's wearing torn jeans and a black t-shirt with the front tucked in. On his back, you notice a guitar case, but you opt not to ask why he has it. 

"I don't think I have ever seen you without your uniform on," you point out.

Gojo hums and slides his sunglasses down his nose. 

"I know, you like it."

Heat spreads across your face. You do like it, but damn. Does he have to call you out on it? 

"I mean…you do look handsome."

Gojo lifts his hands to his face. 

"You're gonna make me blush."

You snort in response. He's so full of himself. Remembering the morning you have had, you narrow your eyes. 

"Handsome or not, this whole play nice crap you want me to do is a lot harder than you might expect. The Zen'in Clan is so hard to tolerate. I don't know how much more I can take."

"But you are doing so well," Gojo argues. He walks around the bench and joins your side. "Look on the bright side…you get to spend the morning with me." 

He is right about that. You sigh and retake your seat on the bench. 

"Training right?" 

Gojo agrees with a hum. 

"We're going to Kyoto for that."

Kyoto? You don't understand. Why does it matter where you train? So long as non-sorcerers see then it should be fine to train in Tokyo. There is no reason to travel to another district. 

"Why are we going to Kyoto?"

Gojo grins and presses a finger to his lips.

 

"It's a secret. Wait and see." 

You have a bad feeling about this. 

For the next 2 hours, almost 3, you and Gojo ride from Tokyo to Kyoto via the metro. When you at last arrive, he takes you to a gorgeous park near the river with an open field to the right; nestled between them is a narrow walkway with a park bench sitting by its side. 

And on the bench rests a woman with blue-tinted silver hair pulled in a high ponytail. Her sharp dark brown eyes turn to you, glancing you over as you approach. Who is she?

"Mei-san! It's good to–"

Before Gojo can finish, the woman lifts a finger and opens her phone. A grin pulls at her painted lips and she closes the phone. 

"I was checking," she states. "It came through as you said." 

"I told you I was good for it," Gojo whines. 

You raise a brow, not sure what they are talking about. The woman stands and faces the two of you. 

"Are you not going to introduce us, Gojo?"

The said man grins. 

"Is that needed? You already know who she is Mei Mei." 

She does? You widen your eyes, glancing between them. 

Mei Mei laughs. 

"When you hired me to train her, I looked up her information. She is a Zen'in but has no combat training. I am going to have my work cut out for me with this one…but as long as you pay my fee, you have nothing to worry about."

This is just great. Your bad feeling doesn't seem so ridiculous now.

"I'll be over here if you need me," Mei Mei states, pointing a finger toward the open field. "Take your time." 

As she saunters away, you glance at Gojo in concern. 

"I thought you were going to train me."

"I can't help you much on this part," Gojo mentions. "I was given a mission by the school and I won't be around for a few days."

You hum, earning a laugh from Gojo. 

"Don't look so sad. I'll take you out for lunch when I get back if Mei-san doesn't drain my bank account before then."

"I'll hold you to that," you agree with a grin. 

Taking an uneasy breath, you glance toward Mei Mei, who is leaning down unlocking a large case. 

"What exactly am I doing in terms of training?" 

"There are two simple tasks that I want you to work on while I'm gone," Gojo explains as raises two fingers. "The first is to learn how to use that cursed tool that I gave to you. It's going to be your main source of offense and defense. Mei-san can help you there. The last has two conditions. I want you to work on creating more manifestations as well as reinforcing them."

You frown, not sure it's possible.

But that's not true, is it?

Your cousin Jinichi can conjure giant fists with cursed energy. Each construct of his is unbelievably strong as if they are a part of his body. 

You had learned recently that your Innate Technique was not as useless as you had thought. The dead are not the only ones it works on. 

"I think I can do it," you utter. "My 'Yokai' technique is a reinforced construct with the ability to share a person's final memories with me. It eats both the living and the dead, so long as there is cursed energy present. If I work on my output and imbue more into them I should be able to make them stronger."

"That's my girl," Gojo praises. 

Heat spreads across your face, but you avert your eyes to avoid looking directly at him. He certainly has a way of making you feel like a hot mess.

With a sigh, you nod.

"I'm ready to start."

Gojo motions toward Mei Mei and hesitantly you walk into the field, standing across from her. She grins and raises two fingers in front of her.

"Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure."

Before your eyes, a gob of darkness appears in the sky and ebbs down around the three of you. Glancing over at Gojo, he grins and removes the guitar case from his back.

"It's just a curtain. No worries unless you are a cursed spirit."

He sits the case down on the grass and unzips it, removing the cursed tool he took from Yuudai. You assume he expects you to tote it around like this when you are in front of non-sorcerers. It is a clever ruse.

Taking 'Squall' from him, you extend the blade, holding the shaft tight in your hands. Gojo clears his throat and points to something over your shoulder. You turn and notice Mei Mei is holding a giant battle ax. A feeling of dread consumes you. 

"Do you expect me to be able to keep up?"

"I expect you to block," Mei Mei answers.

She spins the handle and then rushes at you, swinging the blade at your head. Is she out of her mind? You do the only thing you can and jump to the ground.

"Block or die," Mei Mei orders.

She raises the ax above her head and brings it down toward you, however, you roll to the side and dodge it. The aftershock tosses your hair and showers you in soil, but you manage to get back onto your feet before she strikes at you again. 

Gojo is no help. He stands to the side, cheering you on despite the fact Mei Mei is trying to kill you. Shooting him a glare, you turn your eyes to the woman to see her swing the blade at your side. Out of fear, you bring the scythe up vertically beside your body to block. It works, however, the strength she puts into her swing knocks you off your feet and onto the ground.

For a moment, the air leaves your body and once you can breathe again, you cough in protest. 

Mei Mei stands above you and grins. 

"That was a good reaction. Keep it up."

You groan. This woman is going to kill you. 

For an hour, you do your best to block Mei Mei's swings. A few you can, however, you always end up on your ass afterward. It's obvious she is strong; you can barely keep up with her.

When at last she calls for a break, you are happy to accept. You remain on your back, looking up at the masked sky since the curtain is still up. A shadow covers you and you turn your eyes to Gojo who is hovering over you with a smile. 

"Baby steps…but you're showing some progress," he states.

You glare at him.

"Why can't you train me?"

"If you think I'm bad, there is no way you would survive Limitless," Mei Mei mentions. 

You raise a curious brow.

"What is Limitless?"

"It's one of my inherited techniques," Gojo explains. "It brings the concept of infinity into reality." 

You have never heard of an ability like this before. It sounds godlike. 

"It's quite interesting," Mei Mei mentions. 

You watch in horror as she swings at Gojo with her ax, but before it hits, the blade stops inches from him. 

"There is no way that's possible," you utter in disbelief.

You have seen sorcerers who are fast enough to dodge strikes and those strong enough to block them, but never someone who could not be hit.

Gojo grins and raises his arms out. 

"Come on. I know you want to."

Heat spreads to your face, but you get up onto your feet, approaching him. Raising your hand hesitantly, you make contact with something in front of him. 

"That's an aspect of Limitless," Gojo declares. "The ability to bend space around a designated area at will. I'm not stopping your hand, just slowing it down." 

You hum. 

"Can you activate it or deactivate it whenever you want?"

The space around him gives and he walks forward, wrapping his arms around you. 

I guess this answers my question. He has been deactivating it when he touches me.

Heat spreads across your face. Why would he do this for you? Allow you to get close to him. He's untouchable, to a point. It makes sense to you now what he meant when he fought Yuudai Arima. His scythe, 'Squall' can disable the flow of cursed energy, but without his Innate Technique, he could not land a hit on Gojo. 

It's impressive. No wonder the Zen'in don't like him. 

"You are–"

Before you finish, a burning pain shoots up your arm, originating from your hand. You cry out and step away from Gojo, glancing at the soulmate mark. The pain quickly fades, however.

What? 

"That's never happened to me before," Gojo mentions. 

You widen your eyes, watching him shake his hand, the same one with the mark on it. Did he too feel the same burning sensation as you had?

"That's peculiar," Mei Mei utters with a hum. 

No kidding. You glance down at the mark on your hand to see that it doesn't look any different. Whatever caused the pain, is gone now.

"Can we call it a day?"

Gojo nods. For once, he doesn't remark, lost in his thoughts. 

#satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen fandom #soulmate au #gojo x reader #femal reader insert #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

[jdhfjskhsihdnfjhg]

NSFW headcannons for Tsuchigomori

Warnings: Female Reader, Smut, Bondage, Blowjobs, Oral Sex, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Pet names, Daddy Kink, a little bit of Begging, Smoking, and Double Penetration

🕷️Tsuchigomori🕷️

~Canonically he's a sadist WHICH HE TOTALLY IS-👀

~He'll tease you whenever and everywhere. Even infront of others and he isn't ashamed to do so either. He loves how flustered he can make you feel and how your face burns up with embarrassment flowing through your cheeks

~ Oh he gets SO much joy and pleasure from your state!

~ When you guys have lunch in the teachers lounge, he'll be siting across the table from you and lazily will raise his leg up and down your leg as well, creating tension down in your regions

~ When he sees your burning face, he'll tease you about it~

"Looking a bit hot there Y/N, are you doing alright dear~" He sends a wink your way, a sly smirk playing on his lips as his sharp violet eyes stare at your flustered state.

You felt your face heat up, embarrassment flowing through your cheeks. You gulped down on the thick air stuck in your throat, before letting out a soft low whimper as you felt something hard and cold push down on your lower regions.

Your eyes immediately shot out of their sockets and whiped up to look back at Tsuchigomori, who, only sends you a wicked smile plastered on his mischievous poker face.

Tilting his head to the side his eyes narrow at you taking in your form. Licking his lips he speaks up. "What's wrong kitten, something's caught your tongue?~"

Before you can reply back, a loud moan/groan escapes your lips as you felt him push his shoe further into your regions, causing more sexual tension and erotic arousal to form down there.

A low dark chuckle leaves Tsuchigomori. "That's it kitten, keep letting out those small cute noises for me~"

Listen, my man is a sucker for blowjobs. He especially loves getting blowjobs from you in a storage closet at schools during lunch hours

His hands will grip the back of your head, and roll his hips making his cock go further down your throat, which in return made you gag and choke on his cock

However, you both won't do this ALL the time tho. You both have a job to maintain! So most of the time, you give him a blowjob in the library after school

But that doesn't mean he doesn't return the favor tho~ He'll eat you out under the tables in the library while fingering you. He loves hearing the little noises you let out from his form if pleasuring you, it makes this man beam inside

100% a dom. I'm sorry, but I don't see this man as much as a switch or even close to a bottom (that doesn't mean he won't take a cowgirl from you once a while tho-)

He'll try new positions with you, as long as he's on top most of the time. But a lot of the time he'll stick to having regular sex with you

WHICH is just your hands tied together in his web deep in the library, with your feet tied up in the air as well by his silk-

As you can tell, he's into bondage and LOVES tying you up in his silk. Watching you squirm around in his web, all tied up and presented to him like his next meal brings utter excitement and delight out of this man!

Definitely uses his other hands during sex, one hand will have his fingers deep in your mouth, coating them completely in your slavia

While one of his other hands starts rubbing your clit, his fingers parting your pussy lips which were soaked in your explicit arousal. Tsuchigomori groan at the sight, and his cock twitch in anticipation

Another hand also starts to stretch your ass out, using lubricant to make it safer of course. And once your ass and pussy are stretched, he'll slide his cock deep into your cunt while one of his hands (4 fingers or fist either one you like-) enters your ass which causes you to gasp outloud from the sudden pain and erotic pleasure

Sometimes he'll smoke during sex and will blow in your face as he pounds deep into you. Definitely wants your mouth to be open when he does it to, so you can take in his left over smoke

Call him daddy during sex. There's nothing more that can bring this man pleasure during sex, until you call him daddy then he gets real excited and fucks you rough and hard

And he EXPECTS YOU to call him daddy, and if you don't, then you ain't cumming for a bit hun

"T-Tsuchi p-please~" You moan out to him. Squirming around in the silk, you move your hips forward to catch his cock, but Tsuchigomori moves just in time before you can get him back into you.

You let out a whimper form the sudden loss of both his cock, and the knot that formed in your stomach. "Please Tsuchi, I need to cum please!"

Tsuchigomori tilts his head back a little, his dark violet eyes staring down at you with lust swirling around in them. "I don't know kitten. I don't think you deserve it~"

After a while of begging and denial from both sides, you finally decided to call him after his 'bed name'

"D-daddy please. I need to c-cum so badly!"

Suddenly, your body gets pulled down and Tsuchis hips rams into yours at intense speed. Your brain can't process the sudden actions that just happened, only taking in the soft moans you and harsh grunts Tsuchi let out.

Tsuchi leans down, licking a long stripe from your shoulder blade up to your ear lobe before biting down at the flesh. Your whole body shuddered under his presence and the arousal you felt from it.

You feel Tsuchi hot breath reach your ear, which made you mewl in surprise and your core lips tightened around his cock.

"That's it kitten, daddy's here to make you feel good now. Just be patient for me, okay dear~"

[melanie-ohara]

WIP Weekend? WIP Weekend

I'm making this a new, semi-regular thing where I post a bit of something I'm working on, starting with a sexy geography lesson from MYSTERIES IN THE LAND OF ICE, a gothic lesbian adventure set in a supernatural world inspired by Dishonored and Blades in the Dark.

The next morning, Yael was gently roused from a light sleep by her bed shifting under her and a whisper of cold air. She mumbled and rolled over, still addled by sleep, and Ada giggled softly next to her ear.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Ada said and kissed her ear.

"Good morning," Yael murmured back, and pulled her close. “Did you sleep well?” she asked as Ada nuzzled against her neck.

“Mm. Tell it to me again.”

Yael shifted onto her back and Ada wrapped herself around her. Yael tangled her fingers in her lover’s hair and breathed in the smell of the cheap soap she washed it with. “We’ll pool all our savings together once we know how much we need,” she started. “Though most likely we’ll need to keep working for a few months, and -”

“Shh,” Ada interrupted softly. “Just the good stuff.”

“Okay. We’ll pay The Spiders their money, and they’ll put us on a skiboat out across the city to the ocean docks. The ships out there have masts as tall as buildings, and room for a hundred crew or more. And then we’ll set sail, and every fathom we sail the sky will get brighter and brighter like the entire Month of Sunrise shortened to a few days.”

“And we’ll spend our time basking in the sun and breathing in the fresh sea air,” Ada added.

“You will maybe,” Yael said, “I’ll be down in the hold trying not to throw up.”

“No no no.” Ada shook her head and sat up. She swung her leg over Yael’s hips and straddled her, leaning forwards so the curtain of her sleep-tangled hair hung around Yael’s face, and her nightgown fell open enough for Yael to drink in her cleavage. “This is my fantasy. You’ll be up on the deck with me, holding my hand and watching the dolphins and the sea birds.”

“Okay, okay,” Yael smiled, and let her hands wander up Ada’s thighs. “We’ll watch the ocean creatures together, and I’ll puke over the side.”

“Yael!”

She laughed as she played with the hem of Ada’s nightgown. “Sorry. What’s next?”

Ada sat up straight and touched a finger to Yael’s forehead. “We leave the frozen north and head south.” She traced her fingertip slowly across the curve of her brow and along the edge of her nose. “Around the cape of northern Platada, and along the coast into warmer waters, where we can dive overboard and swim during the day.” Ada’s finger played down Yael’s face and across her lips, dipping gently between them as she imagined splashing with her into cool, clear waters under strong sunlight.

She lingered for a moment and then her finger teased over her lower lip and came to rest on her chin. “Then it’s a long trip across open ocean to the mouth of the Selehkalah Strait.” She languidly traced along Yael's neck, stopping only to giggle when she felt her swallow. Her finger passed down through the open collar of her nightgown and Ada smiled at the heat of her skin closer to her heart. She used her other hand to undo the closed buttons of her top the lower her finger traced.

"Then our ship will navigate -"

"Our ship?" Yael asked with her eyebrow cocked.

"You'll be my captain," Ada smiled, and let her fingertip slip between Yael's breasts. "Our ship will navigate the strait between those two beautiful places and then come to settle in the north of Kaldit." She tapped her finger softly on Yael's skin, just below her ribs.

"And?" Yael's voice was hot with anticipation and want, and there was a flush in her cheeks that made Ada feel wicked.

"And we'll travel through the forests and the mountains," she said, drawing winding paths and twisting passes around and around on her body, circling lower as slowly as she could, "until we pass across the border into the Grand Desert." Even fully unbuttoned, Yael's nightgown wouldn't let her go any further than her belly button, which was where she let her finger come to rest and stop.

Yael looked up at her expectantly. "That's it?"

"Mm-hm," Ada smirked. "We'll make our home amongst the rocks and the sand, and have friends and children and a real life together."

Yael sat up, took Ada's head in her hands, and kissed her deeply and passionately. Ada draped her arms over Yael's shoulders and slipped her tongue into her lover's mouth, dancing with Yael's tongue as her hands bunched impatiently in Ada's gown and pawed at her body underneath it. Ada couldn't resist rocking her hips slightly in Yael's lap until she almost felt the soft, needy moan rising from her throat. Eventually, Yael pulled away and pressed her forehead to Ada's.

"That sounds truly perfect, but I do want to take a journey further south," Yael said, and it took Ada a moment to remember the game she'd started - especially now that Yael's nightgown had slipped off her shoulders and slid down to pool around her waist. She brought her hands from behind Yael's neck to her shoulders and gently guided her back down onto the bed. Her flame-red hair encircled her head in a burning halo, and even her smug, sinfully aroused smirk looked holy in the early morning light. The light played across her exposed tits in a way that made Ada jealous of the sunbeams.

"An expedition to the Hidden Lands?" she asked, her fingers playing with the hem of Yael's gown.

"Mmm," Yael nodded. Ada slid her hands down to Yael's thighs and slowly stroked upwards to push the gown up, revealing more and more smooth, warm skin.

"We'll have to take a boat across the sea from Anasand," Ada said as she shuffled back along the bed until she was lying along Yael's legs and roving her eyes up her body. "You can be my captain again." She kissed her thigh just above her knee and took hold of the hem.

"Ada," Yael grumbled, "I swear…" Ada laughed and lifted the hem to duck her head under it.

"Ah, the shores of the Hidden Lands!" she cried, her voice muffled under the gown.

"What have you discovered, great explorer?" Yael asked.

"Wondrous things," Ada replied, and Yael felt her breath hot against her skin.

#wip #work in progress #my writing #my work #suggestive #lesbian #they're in love your honor #original character #writing #my fic #booklr #story #mysteries in the land of ice #wip weekend

[kaysters247]

Deadly Inferno {A Patrick Hockstetter Fic}

Part 3 - Spark Of A Rebel

Word Count: 1673

"You'll be dead if you don't come home tonight!" Henry yelled after me once we had gotten home from school, watching me stalk off away from the trans am once it had come to a halt in our driveway. I had practically trampled Patrick trying to quickly get out. I was furious. Beyond furious. I kept going and going until I reached my usual hiding spot between our property and the Hanlen's property line, knowing I would be safe there. A clearing in the woods that was always so peaceful to me, away from Henry and my dad, away from all the gossiping dicks in this town that thought they had me all figured out. And I just lost it, I screamed into the deep abyss of trees surrounding me until I couldn't scream anymore.

"Les....?" I jumped a little once Bev showed next to me, seeing the pure anger on my face. She knew it was Henry. It usually was anymore. He'd grown worse in recent months and I felt like I didn't really have a brother anymore. All he did was torture kids around town and treat me like utter shit for trying to stick up for them. And heaven forbid if I was remotely close to Patrick. That was a no go. And I was frankly sick of being threatened about it. My dad once told me if he found out I was sleeping with that Hockstetter prick that he'd beat me within an inch of my life. I had never slept with anyone. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in Patrick. You know when I said I wasn't worried about a dick being inside me at any given time? I may have been misleading myself.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to freak. I just uh... needed that I guess." She simply handed me a new pack of cigarettes with a little smile of understanding on her face, not saying a word. And that was enough for me. We sat against our usual tree and lit our cigs up into the brisk summer air, smoke lingering around us. I kept flicking the zippo open and close that had a flame design on it that Patrick was of course attracted to himself. But he told me he thought of me the minute he saw it. A flame. He knew I had one in me. And eventually, it would explode.

"Ya know, I think you should go for it. With Patrick. I mean yeah, I don't want you to end up dead. But he's different with you. Fuck Henry. Don't let him hold you back." Just as she finished her sentence, Vic and the man himself came bounding down towards us, seeing Patrick clearly heard every single word. They'd been listening. And I was dying of embarrassment. Yay.

"Yeah Leslie, don't let him hold you back from all this looney goodness." I couldn't help but laugh once Patrick sat down next to me with his arm as usual, snaking around my waist, suddenly licking my cheek in his usual attempt at getting on my nerves when he knew I would simply shove him away. But this time, I didn't, surprising him more and more. I wiped my cheek clean of spit, but did something that surprised Vic and Bev. Something they never expected of me, considering usually I'm threatened, and verbally and physically abused if I ever even attempted such an act. I climbed right onto Patrick's lap before I could change my mind, his hands coming to rest firmly on my waist once I managed to wrap my legs fully around him. He looked surprised himself, but just hid behind his usual wicked smirk. He was beyond enjoying this. He was entertained.

"I guess we should kick this summer off with a bang, huh Hockstetter?" I kissed him, I just fucking kissed him and I didn't care. I didn't care that Vic and Bev were watching. I lost myself in the sensations I felt from the mere touch of his lips against mine. His hands only tightened on my waist, seemingly pulling me closer to him. And his usual hard-on was growing and growing with each passing second.

"I knew it would happen. I fucking knew it!" I smiled into the heated kiss before we slowly pulled apart from Vic's words, seeing the way Patrick was looking at me. Like I was something he wanted to devour. He wasn't done with me. Not by a long shot.

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I practically ran home with Vic in tow, Patrick having fled to his house before anyone ever saw him. Although knowing Patrick, he wouldn't care one way or the other. He loved trouble. Especially if it involved me. He had whispered in my ear once Bev and Vic were out of hearing distance all the things he planned with me. He wasn't about love. He was about pain. About torture. About lust. So lustful. I was drawn in. And there was no way I was escaping now.

"Go through the back door Les. Your dad is pulling up." My eyes widened from Vic's words before hugging him tightly, running my way to and through the back door in such a hurry. My life depended on it. I practically threw the fridge door open, pulling out everything I needed for spaghetti, exactly what he requested the night before. Pfft. Of course I'm the maid and cook around here. That became my job once mom left. Dad put so much on me because I look just like her. And he resents me for it.

"There better not be any those boys in this house Henry!" He yelled up the stairs in the direction of Henry's room, knowing his door was firmly shut as usual, doing what I could only imagine up there. I just distracted myself with dinner, not wanting his wrath tonight. He didn't need to know anything I had done tonight. Or Henry. I would be deader than dead.

"Hey sweetheart." Dad kissed my cheek in such a gentle way that it threw me off. He was acting like he usually does when he drinks before coming home. And it was terrifying. That meant once it wore off, it would be deadly for Henry and I.

"Hey dad. Dinner's close to being done. I had homework to do before I started." He simply nodded before kicking his shoes off by the back door and grabbing a beer from the fridge that was always stocked with them. Usually he made me get the beers for him at the store, the usual cashier flirting with me too much to even ask for my age. He knew. He just didn't care.

"How was my little girl today?" Dad smiled, an eery smile at me as if he was hiding something he knew, yet was trying to really amp me up. He saw Patrick and I at school today, so close to one another that I could practically feel his touch. Just then, Henry came bounding into the kitchen with a shit eating grin on his face. But not just for any reason. It was because of the person behind him.

"Hey dad. Patrick's mom said he could spend the night. Figured it would be alright. Vic and Belch will be here later." Henry was usually so good at getting what he wants. He didn't look like mom. So he got away with more. Me on the other hand, I reminded him too much of her. So I got the brunt of everything. Of course, dad didn't mind if the guys were here as long as he was and I was in his line of sight. Except for bed time of course. The hell if my dad was going to watch me sleep. Gross.

"You better keep them in check. Got me?" He glared daggers at Henry, only earning a subtle nod. Patrick was now eyeing me once dad had walked into the living room with the door slamming behind him, like he could pounce on me right here and now. He wasn't afraid of doing something to me in front of people. That's just who Patrick Hockstetter is. No wonder Henry looked at me the way he did. He wants me to get caught. He wants me to get punished. He's still pissed at me. Asshole. I ignored them and turned to get the food ready, not in the mood.

"When's Vic coming back?" No response from Henry. I just shook my head and got the food all ready, just as I was grabbed by my sides and whirled around so fast my head started to spin. Patrick pinned me against the hot stove, the burner still on at full heat. Henry had disappeared, meaning it would be no time before dad got the sudden urge to come back in the kitchen.

"You can't ignore me all night Leslie. Because I won't let you. Think of me as your worst nightmare for the night." He suddenly grabbed my hand in such a rough manner before practically slamming it onto the exposed burner, the heat from it causing my skin to immediately burn. My eyes welled with tears and before i could scream, his lips slammed into mine with such force, my little yells of pain only slight hums in his mouth. I could practically feel his excitement from all this.

"There. I like that on you." He brought my hand to face level, suddenly licking the now burned flesh on my hand in such slow motions I had to grit my teeth, my blood leaving trickles on his mouth before he licked it off.

"Sweet." That was all he had to say to describe the taste of my blood on his tongue before Henry finally came back into the kitchen, Patrick acting as if nothing happened, already halfway across the room in a split second. My breathing was elevated, my heart rate spiking by the second.

"Dinner's ready...." Was all I could mutter.

#owen teague #it #patrick hockstetter #horror #henry bowers #victor criss #belch huggins #bowers gang #beverly marsh

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

27. Witching hour, Loak & Rjake

Story also posted on ao3!

(tw violence, fuck-it awareness of vampire lore, self-esteem issues, creepy behavior, non-consensual touching, non-consensual kissing)

"It's late, you know." The creature's eyes flash yellow, almost, but not quite as bright as its wicked fangs. "Long past time for good little boys to be in bed."

"Shut the fuck up." Lo'ak tightens his grip on his stake, heart hammering, trying to drown out the alarm shrieking at the back of his skull: stupid stupid stupid. He knew he shouldn't have run out like that, he knew it, and now he's paying for his temper like he always fucking does.

"Language." The bloodsucker's tongue dances teasingly, but its voice is a chiding growl, and Lo'ak chokes down the sorry, sir crawling up his throat. It's not Dad, he snarls at himself. It's not Dad, you fucking moron.

Lo'ak shouldn't be nearly as thrown as he is. They'd already known that one of the vampires they were hunting came from Dad's branch of the family, a great-times-a-billion uncle or some shit, who'd somehow weaseled his way into being the vampire king's head boytoy.

He just--he just hadn't expected the vamp to look so much like Dad, that's all. To be a perfect copy, even, except a few decades younger (a few centuries older).

Except for the way those golden eyes are roving over Lo'ak's skin, looking him over in a way that makes heat stir ragged in his belly. It scares the shit out of him, and like most things that scare him, it pisses him off.

"Y'know, I'm feeling generous," he snarks, flipping the stake around in his hand. "I'll give you a head start. To the count of ten, that sound good?"

The vamp blinks at him for a second, looking almost surprised--and then it laughs, the kind of ringing belly laugh Dad hasn't made since Neteyam was killed. "Damn, kid," it chortles, "you really are a bonafide Sully, aintcha?"

"That makes one of us," Lo'ak growls. The vamp's jaw tightens for a heartbeat, so quick Lo'ak could have imagined it, and then its face smooths out again.

"Yeah," it says, almost to itself. "This is gonna be fun." Its muscles tense and Lo'ak braces himself--watch for the blur, be ready, he's taken down a ton of vamps before, he--

Its smile is a heartbeat away before he can even blink, faster than any vamp he's ever seen. Lo'ak lunges with a roar, but the vamp's fingers (Dad's fingers, skillful, deadly) wrap around the stake, grabbing treated wood that should have burned its skin. 

Lo'ak feels something scrape his palms as the stake is ripped away, and then the vampire's breaking it over its knee with a crack like shattered bone. It tosses the pieces across the ground and shrugs, mock-apologetic: oops.

"Didn't your daddy ever tell you?" it asks, lip curled. "All the big bad monsters are stronger at this time of night. Especially for tough old fucks like me."

Then it's lunging, slamming him so hard against the ground it knocks the wind out of him, air scraping uselessly in his lungs. The vamp straddles him, arms over his head, teeth bared, and Lo'ak waits for pain, for death, wonders if he'll finally get to meet Grandpa Eytukan and Aunt Sylwanin, if Neteyam will forgive him--

But instead of fangs, it's a warm mouth that presses his neck, closed-mouth lips gently tickling his skin. Sully sighs, nostrils flaring, tongue licking out as if he's lapping up Lo'ak's scent and liking what he tastes.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he murmurs, soft and steady as Dad's reassurances. "I won't hurt a hair on your pretty little head. Sullys stick together, remember?"Fuck you, Lo'ak wants to scream, but the words are stopped up on his throat, strangled in his guts. When he tries to breathe, everything around him smells of death and blood and the endless, hungry night.

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Did you see the announcement that Adam is going to be in Heat 2 with Michael Mann again? What are your thoughts on that? Do you have any dream team directors you would like to see him work with? I wish he’d do the Chloe Zhao Dracula movie!

HI! Sorry it took me a while to get to this.

I did hear the Michael Mann announcement, and all AD movie announcements are definitely good news to me! I've never been super impressed with Mann as a director and I have disliked all of his movies that I've seen, which admittedly aren't all of them. I'd be very happy if he did a Last Mohicans 2 and let AD have long hair and run around shirtless for 2 hours fucking people up with a hatchet, but Heat 2 isn't really blowing my skirt up. In all fairness, I've never Heat 1 so now I need to. I'll see how he looks in it before I get too excited lol. I made that mistake with Megalopolis by getting super excited over an upcoming movie only to have my hopes crushed when the first pics leaked. Megalopolis now falls under the same category for me as White Noise - I'll watch it, but I'm going to bitch the whole time, and need a Jacques and Mills mental palette cleanser afterward!

I haven't see a Chloe Zhao movie, so I can't weigh in on her as a director. But I have heard the Dracula rumors and how it's supposed to be a Dracula Western and omfg I would love that!! That would definitely be on my dream list of AD movies. However, I personally speculate that with the new stupidly fun looking Nic Cage Dracula movie coming out, AD will not want to take a Dracula role. Which is really too bad. But I think he likes to be more original than that. I'd love to be wrong though!

Here are the directors I'd love to see him work with! The first three are my top three in order, then they're just random as they came into my head.

Chad Stahelski aka the John Wick director! AD needs to be the next John Wick! Or a bad guy in a John Wick movie! Or anything similar! Absolutely one of my dream roles for him! The John Wick movies are favorites, complete with some of the best action around, hot and well dressed men, gorgeous cinematography, and kick ass music. I love them! AD in a John Wick sort of role and all the things that are bound up in that get my #1 vote!

Quentin Tarantino. I have my fingers crossed that AD will be in his upcoming movie! That would be a dream for me! Inglorious Basterds, Once Upon A Time in Hollywood, Django Unchained, and Deathproof are some favorites of mine. AD really has to get Tarantino on his punch card for the best directors out there, and I really hope he doesn't miss the opportunity to work with him.

Clint Eastwood. Preferably in a western playing a scruffy cowboy with facial scars! I love Clint Eastwood and he's so good and genuine with creating rugged manly men. I grew up watching his movies and loving them all and I still do. Unforgiven, The Outlaw Josey Wales, and Two Mules for Sister Sara are favorites of mine.

Robert Eggars. I would actually bet that AD will team up with him at some point because they’re both young and have plenty of time to do so, and they both like strong talent and making dark weird things. They’re meant for each other! I personally want another hyper masculine role like Northman. I would kill to see AD in something like that! They could even repeat the naked volcano fight and I wouldn't mind at all!

Tim Burton. Gorgeous movies with great occult vibes! AD would be perfect to play a dark disturbed Victorian dude!

Guy Richie. Great action, great characters, hilarious dialogue. His movies are all a blast!

Kenneth Branagh. HIs movies are so beautiful! I'd kill for AD to have been in Death on the Nile! That would have kept my adventurer vibes going for years! Any intelligent, beautifully filmed, period murder mystery would be great by me.

Guillermo Del Toro. Another director who does beautiful and dark so well! Weird, macabre, and a match made in heaven!

Ridley Scott. In another period movie! By making him so unbelievably hot as Jacques and letting him lean fully into his hotness, Ridley is now one of my all-time favorite directors! He was in my favorites anyway and I love so many of his movies, but that gave him an extra boost! Ridley did two awesome period movies with Russell Crowe. They actually did five movies together total - three of them were great and one was even a romantic comedy! Ridley owes the same with AD as a minimum! He's another top tier choice for me for another period piece or an epic.

After Cocaine Bear, Elizabeth Banks gets my vote for the woman director he should work with first! That was so much fun and I would love to see AD in a campy action/horror comedy where he could do dark physical comedy.

These next three would never happen, but it’d be so much fun!

Gore Verbinsky. Some first rate adventure like Pirates of the Caribbean! I love those moves so much!

Stephen Sommers. The Mummy and Van Helsing are some of my all time favorites and anything similar would be a blast with him!

Baz Lurhman. I don’t actually like a lot of his movies, but they’re all SO gorgeous and he lets his men be hot! AD needs to make more pretty movies! Baz took my second favorite, Hugh Jackman, and gave him his hottest role ever in the western Australia. It was hard to top Wolverine, but Baz did it!

I actually feel super lucky and very happy that two of my dream roles for him he’s already done, and even luckier that they’re the two where I find him the absolute hottest! A badass knight and a rugged action hero!

I'd love to know who everyone else has on their dream list of directors if anyone wants to weigh in!

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Chapter 3-

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Pairing: Pirate!Mikey x Goddess!reader

Rating: MATURE, minors do not interact

Warnings: pirate au, female reader, nightmares, pirate banter, mention of character death, manga spoilers, a little angst, Mikey doesn't know how to do feelings, actually neither does reader, almost panic attack

WC: 7.8k

a/n: heyyy so this chapter turned out a little differently to my original plan and because of that I'm posting a little late in the day, so sorry about that. There is a lot of reader settling in and also some plot bs to get through here but I promise next chapter brings the good stuff. Oh, and this chapter is raw- unbeta'd, no protection, just straight into the anus of Tumblr. You're welcome <3

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Lullaby: ☠

It is very early morning when you wake, catapulted out of dark, damp nightmares; full of honey and indigo eyes laying bare your soul - just stay quiet for me, yeah? - and a metal hook twisting possessively into your chest, claiming your most precious of organs- you serve me, and I have your heart.

You shoot up from where you were slumped across the seat, having fallen asleep there sometime last night, your neck stiff and sore. The candle you left burning is now snuffed out, mercifully not setting anything on fire, dried wax coats the cup and table below it.

Judging by the little light coming from the porthole, the sun is beginning to rise. There is no way you will get back to sleep now, not after the horror of your dreams, besides the crew will no doubt start work soon. The shiphands you used to watch at sea were always early risers, no rest for the wicked, as the king often told you.

You adjust your borrowed clothes to make sure they cover as much skin as possible, wishing it could erase the memory of you standing nearly bare and bloody from everyone's minds.

You leave your feet unclothed, however, unaccustomed to such normalities. You rarely wore shoes at your old village, preferring to go barefoot across the sandy terrain.

Stepping out onto the deck and into the briny, sea air reveals that it is indeed sunrise, the buttery rays of dawn lighting up the sky like fire. You admire the view as you breathe in the familiar salt-scent, filling up your lungs until it aches to do so.

Gods, how you have missed the simple act of breathing. It is a perfect reminder that you are alive, a perfect reminder that you have lungs to fill and legs to use, no longer a prisoner. Well, technically confined to this vessel until you dock at land, but something makes you hopeful that this journey will be better than all before it.

The light breeze off the waves teases your hair and for a small moment the bitter memories and dark images are forgotten, it's just you and the sea.

It takes the loud clearing of someone's throat to bring you out of your peaceful reverie, and heat rises to your face at being caught in such a vulnerable moment. The sensation is still oddly new to you, and you press both of your palms to your cheeks, allowing a small amount of moisture to cool your skin. Your magic has restored a little it seems.

It is the pirate captain who is standing behind you, blonde hair mussed and hanging over his eyes, eyes that are ringed with dark circles. He looks particularly miffed at being awake, his white blouse askew and as he stifles a yawn with a hand, you notice a chain around his neck, a shiny silver medallion hanging from it. You put a hand to your own chest, feeling for your pearl through the fabric of your shirt, a new habit for you. You always reached for it when you were nervous as a child, turning it over in your pocket. Now, it is on a convenient chain slung round your neck, perfect for nervous fidgeting.

The captain gives you a sleepy once-over, nodding at your - his - attire, "They'll do, apologies, I don't have anything smaller. I'm sure Emma left a dress around here somewhere…"

His voice is silky smooth and has a slight husk to it from sleep. You look at him sheepishly, he seems so much less threatening in the morning, all dishevelled and worn, and dragging sandaled feet across the deck.

"Thank you, I am most grateful for your hospitality," You nod your head politely, cheeks warming further as you realise the clothes you wear are his.

He tilts his head at your polite manner, you suppose it's not usually seen among pirates, before he moves past you and makes his way to the stern.

"Hungry?" He calls over his shoulder, and you hurry to join him, making your way over to the other men who are sitting cross-legged on the deck in a loose circle, some seated on crates or overturned buckets. Everyone smiles and shuffles around to make room, Mitsuya and Draken parting so that you can both join them, the captain sitting next to his first mate, and you between him and Mitsuya.

Mitsuya smiles at you with far too much sunshine for this early morning and hands you a bowl of watery gruel, which you take with both hands. You glance at the man on your other side, who reaches for his own portion, his knee bumping yours in the process and sending an odd, tickly skitter along your skin. You cough but do not move away, instead wasting no time in digging into your breakfast, slurping down the cold, almost-liquid hungrily and reaching for the water Mitsuya then hands you.

You gulp that down too, barely noticing the murky colour of it, and only coughing slightly when you finish and feel a slight sting at the back of your throat. The pirate directly opposite you barks with laughter and you jump in your spot, placing the tin cup down with a clank.

"You wasted no time at all, little lady!" He slaps both thighs with his palms, long black hair swinging around as he turns to the hulking man next to him, "I like her already!"

The man beside him has a shaved head, a scarf covering his scalp to no doubt protect it from the sun that is now almost fully over the horizon, "Yeah, being half-starved will do that to ya, Baj," he says with an eye roll. You notice he has a scar running from the left side of his lip down to his chin, being a pirate is a dangerous profession, you wonder how many of them bear scars of the cruelty they often see.

You wonder if the captain has any, surely he must do, if he is usually in the thick of fighting like he was yesterday.

You shake the thought away as Mitsuya offers you another cup of water from the cask next to him, you nod appreciatively before turning back to the pirates in front of you and asking, "May I have your names, sirs?"

You try to sound confident, frustrated with your newfound shyness, and hold your chin a little higher. The long-haired pirate sputters on his gruel, wiping the drops from his chin with a dirty sleeve, "You hear that, Pah? Sirs."

The stockier man merely rolls his eyes again, and the other continues, "Sure, little lady, the name's Keisuke Baji but everyone calls me Baj."

He cocks a thumb at himself before turning it to his companion, "And this here's Haruki Hayashida, but that's a mouthful and not very pirate-y-" that earns him an elbow in the ribs which he attempts to dodge, "-so we just call him Pah." He finishes their introductions with a wheeze.

"Nice to meet ya, ma'am," Pah holds out a large hand and you stare at it in confusion, does he want something? You look at him again in mild panic and then you hear Mitsuya murmur to you, "He wants to shake your hand."

You shoot him a look before holding out your hand hesitantly, unsure of what to do. Thankfully, Pah takes the lead and grips your smaller hand in his own, pumping it up and down rigorously with a crooked grin. Meanwhile, Baji is staring pointedly at the first mate, who you think you remember someone calling Draken the night previous. Baji nods his head in Pah's direction as you give him your name, and then mouths the word 'ma'am?!'. You catch a smile from Draken who conceals it with a cough into his hand.

He must see you watching them because he leans past his captain's frame and addresses you in a deep timbre, "I'm Draken, first mate of The Maiden," he gives you a nod and a small smile. His dark hair is braided down his back and the sides are shaved to reveal swirling black lines making up the image of a dragon, a tattoo. Many men in your village used to mark their skin in a similar fashion, and you admire the skill it must take to get such precise curls and lines.

"I like your tattoo," you blurt, in absence of much else to say, and immediately shrink in on yourself a little. How embarrassing to be caught staring and to compliment him on your first interaction.

He only smiles widely and says "Thanks, I like it too," with a playful wink directed your way.

You visibly relax and soon the rest of the men are introducing themselves one by one, you won't remember all of their names but at least it's a start. Eventually, the introductions turn full circle, and you look nervously to the pirate captain who hasn't said a word during the exchanges. He is sipping on his second helping of gruel, seemingly lost in thought, until Draken knocks into his side and sloshes the slop into his lap.

The captain looks down at his thighs and then across at his mate, "These are good pants."

Draken merely scoffs and jerks his head in your direction, "We're doing introductions, cap, look alive."

The blonde-haired pirate turns to you slowly, and you struggle to keep your eyes on his, "I'm the captain," he says plainly, eyes giving nothing away. You think you remember someone shouting a name at him on the ship you had been imprisoned, but there had been too much going on in that moment for you to pay attention to the detail.

Baji interrupts loudly, "Names cap, we're givin' names."

He nods in understanding, "Oh right, Mikey."

Hm, must be a chosen name like Pah's, and you presume Draken's, since the rest have Eastern-sounding names. You realise it is best to play nice with the captain, since he is responsible for your survival, and take a deep breath before sticking out your hand the same way Pah had to you, "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Captain, thank you for having me on board!" You look to Pah out of the side of your eye as if to make sure you're initiating the handshake correctly, he grins at you and nods encouragingly.

The captain stares at your hand for a moment and you fret he won't take it, maybe you offended him somehow? But then he places his hand around yours and that same bizarre thrill shoots through you, from the place you touch to the tip of your toes, and you suppress a shiver. You ignore the feeling, chalking it up to the unfamiliar sensations of your new body.

Mikey's long fingers are lightly calloused, so much softer compared to Pah's, but you suppose that's the luxury the title of captain affords him. His palm is warm and fits comfortably against your own and you feel, all at once, nervous yet reassured. When you let go, you finally take the cup of water from Mitsuya, eager to wet your dry throat, but this time you notice the odd colour and frown at the liquid.

The captain leans in close to talk into your ear, "It's rum." His breath fans across your face and you squeak in surprise, before leaning away slightly to look him in the eye.

"What?" You ask rather dumbly, trying to focus on something other than the sea salt and smoke scent of him.

"The colour, it's because of the rum. We add it to keep the water fresh, and lime hides the taste, also keeps scurvy at bay."

You nod, scurvy had afflicted many of your father's men after their long journey to the East, and that thought reminds you of a question you want to ask your new shipmates.

You clear your throat slightly, gaining the attention of several of the men, "Uh, your names," you start, feeling self conscious at prying, "they sound familiar, are you by any chance from the land to the east?" You phrase your words carefully, remembering that they hadn't recognised the name of your own home. You have learnt new dialects and changes to your own language over the years as Goddess, the King taught you that much, but nothing so simple as the names for the many land masses beyond the shore.

Baji is the first to answer, smiling at you widely, and you notice his front canines are pointed like little fangs, "Sure are! Born and bred!" He looks proud and you can't help but crack a small smile.

Mitsuya speaks next, "We haven't been home in a long while, caught the travelling bug," you look at him thoughtfully, thinking about all the wondrous things they must have seen, all the cities and cultures and cuisines.

"You ever been?" Baji's question throws a wedge in your thought process. You blink at him slowly, formulating words that are simple and to the point and invite few follow-up questions.

"No…my father did though, once." The tightness in your tone conveys that you do not wish to continue this line of questioning, and you decide to ask something else in the hopes of deflecting.

You turn to Draken, "So uh, you mentioned a maiden?"

He smiles politely at you, "The Maiden," he corrects you, "It's the ship, our home," he pats the worn wood beneath him lovingly.

"Oh, it's a good name for such a fine ship," you reply.

Before anyone can respond, Baji jumps to his feet, knocking Pah's bowl over in the process, "Hey, new girl! If ya think that's neat, then lemme show ya something!"

Pah grumbles as he begins to clean away the cups and bowls, passing them to a smaller man behind him. Baji's enthusiasm is infectious, your heart feeling lighter than it has in years, as you nod eagerly. He begins to climb the rigging with the ease of a monkey, your mouth falling open in shock at the nimble and fast way he moves. The others chuckle at your surprised expression but you daren't take your eyes off Baji, isn't he afraid of slipping and falling? You would probably do just that if you tried the same stunt.

It's not long before he is standing in the crows nest, hanging over the railing as he shouts down to you all, "Watch this!"

He pulls something and the attached flag raises slowly, catching the wind and throwing the fabric out. The image artfully drawn onto it is displayed for you all, an almost ghostly appearance of a woman rising from the sea, trident in hand and a mane of seaweed flying about her face.

Your stomach drops and you clamber to your feet with as much grace as the new-born calves you used to rear at the village. You sway on your feet slightly, fatigue and dizziness washing over you once more as you stare at the flag, shock overriding your senses.

The others must take your stunned silence as awe, because they don't say much, just smile and shout up to Baji. But when Mitsuya speaks and you look down again, you catch the captain staring at you intently, eyes deep and dark.

You turn away from his painfully piercing gaze, willing your features to soften into something more passive, as you address Mitsuya's statement.

"You designed that yourself?" You ask a little breathlessly, which thankfully he seems to take as a giddy compliment.

"I did, it's also our figurehead, kind of a lucky mascot, if you will."

You hum as if in acknowledgement, but your thoughts are spiralling, confusion and fear settling deep in your chest. If you were not a god among men, posing as one of their own with grave consequences if found out, you might be flattered. You manage to gather your thoughts enough to ask another question.

"Where did you get the idea from?" Everyone looks eager at that, clearly there is a tale to be told, and you wish to hear it, but before Mitsuya can open his mouth, the captain's commanding voice is ringing out beside you.

"Enough chatter. The day has started and we are already behind. That story can wait for later, when you have the proper time to tell it.” He shoots a half-smile to Mitsuya before giving the other men a look and heading off to the opposite end of the ship.

After that it's a flurry of activity, the crew set to work charting a course and maintaining the ship while Mitsuya joins the captain inside to sort paperwork. You sit and watch the crew for a while, enjoying the company, the simple presence of other people; the shouts and laughs and even a few sea shanties bellowed out, surprisingly in tune (and usually started by Baji).

This is exactly what you had dreamed of for years, watching the ships from the sea was very similar, but with one key difference; here you are a part of it, even if the men refuse to let you help with labour.

Eventually though, it all becomes a bit much, the harsh sun beating down on your neck combining with the noise and the light and to form a dull ache behind your eyes.

It is just as you are about to head inside for a nap, that a small man with blond hair and beautiful green eyes approaches you tentatively. You are embarrassed to admit that you have forgotten his name, but he only offers you a sweet smile and says, "Chifuyu Matsuno, ma'am, I brought you some shoes. They were Emma's, I think they'll fit you OK."

You thank him sincerely, already smitten with his baby face and the way he stutters over his words, before departing to the study with boots in hand.

It is the second time someone has mentioned the name Emma and you are curious, is there usually a woman on board? It would be nice to have another female presence around all these men. You sigh as soon as you shut the doors behind you and step into the cool relief of the shadows, padding down the corridor lightly. You stop short in the doorway as your eyes land on the captain, he's sitting at his deck amongst the scattered papers, head in hand and blonde waves falling around his face.

You must make a sound, or maybe he just senses your presence, because he looks up to the door and straight at you. You realise this is his study, his bed he offered you last night. Of course, it is, it is his clothes you are wearing, besides, you get the gut feeling that Mitsuya's desk is nowhere near this messy.

Your heart does little flips at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as the captain, somehow the thought that these were possibly Mitsuya's quarters made you more…relaxed. And it is with that thought you realise you are attracted to the captain, to Mikey, you test his name out in your mind.

You stare back at him, slowly assessing his slight yet lean frame; the obvious muscle beneath his thin shirt, hard muscle that you had felt beneath your hands when he held you, and those eyes so dark and deep they seem bottomless. He is handsome in a delicate yet dangerous way, completely at odds with one another, and your body trembles at the thought.

You have no idea how to process this feeling. It has been so long since you have wanted a man, or entertained the thought for pleasure, past using it as a tool in your favour. And why him, why the man who killed two people without so much as blinking, why the man who dictates whether you stay living and breathing on his ship. You cannot even think about such trivial things right now, besides, you are not even sure you can be intimate with a man anymore, not sure you want to be.

So, you push the realisation aside and shove the flickering flames of whatever it is you are feeling- you refuse to call it desire- deep down.

He does not seem to mind that you are staring, in fact, he stares right back. There is no appreciation in his appraisal, no apparent interest in his expression, he just watches you until you feel like you might burst from the intensity and silence.

And so you say the first thing that comes to mind, "I am so sorry, Captain, for disrupting your work, I did not realise-"

He interrupts smoothly, letting his head land back in his palm with a thud, "It's fine, I offered you this space, I just have some work to get done. Some minor adjustments to the food stock…"

He mutters the last part to himself, frowning down at the list below him, brows creasing inwards adorably. There he goes, back to non-threatening again, as if there are two sides to this unreadable man. You step into the room and make your way over to the desk, curiosity getting the better of you. You lean over to peer at the paper he is frowning at, but it is no use, you cannot read a single word.

He looks up at your curious gaze as you lean over his desk, "Mitsuya is better at all this than I am, but he's busy, so…" He waves a hand at the door, in the direction of Mitsuya's office, you presume.

"So, you are left to fend for yourself?" You finish his sentence with a small smile, surprised at the playfulness in your own tone.

His gaze catches yours and he smiles so slightly you almost miss it, "Unfortunately for me."

He leans back in his chair in a stretch before asking, "So, is there anything I can do for you?"

You start, and pull away from the desk, "Uhhh, no. No, I came to lie down, the heat was a bit much," you swallow thickly as you flick your eyes to the door that leads to the bedroom, "but I can come back later! Or I can rest in the men's barracks, I am sure they won't mind!"

Mikey holds up a hand and you stop rambling, trying not to feel like a chastised child, "You are welcome to lie down or do anything you wish," you nod your head in thanks before he continues, "I won't be long, anyway, hopefully." He grumbles the last word and you conceal a smile the best you can.

He shuffles the accounts and lists in front of him and pulls out a fresh sheaf of parchment. You take this to be a dismissal and turn to head into the tiny room, but you find yourself stopping mid-way, "Sir, who is Emma? You mentioned her earlier and so did Chifuyu just now, he gave me these boots of hers?"

You hold up the scuffed ankle boots as if in question, but lower them again when you notice the change in him. His posture is rigid, hands stilled mid-movement and his black eyes, trained on the table below, seem to shine with sudden emotion.

You swallow audibly, heart thundering, you have made a mistake. Clearly, this is not a subject he wishes to broach. You turn again and quickly march to the archway ahead of you, but his low voice makes you pause once more.

"Emma is my sister, was my sister…" He corrects himself with a bitter chuckle and you suck in a painful breath, your heart aching in your chest.

"I- It's not something I like to discuss but, maybe some other time I can answer your questions about her, since you'll be wearing her clothes." He speaks in such a hushed tone you barely make out his words, your human hearing poorer than that of the sea critters you are used to.

You take another deep breath and utter the only words that come to your mind, putting as much meaning into them as you can, "Thank you…and I'm…I'm sorry."

There is no response to your whispered sentiment, so you duck under the arch and into the tiny bedroom. You place Emma's boots, your boots now, just under the lip of the bed before you climb on top of the mattress and curl into the middle of it.

The straw pillow scratches at your cheek but you ignore it as you hug your knees to your chest and reach for your pearl.

Your thoughts wander to lost loved ones and the fresh pain you saw in Mikey's eyes at the mention of his sister. How stupid you are for not noticing that same pain laced across his features earlier, the same pain echoed in Chifuyu's voice. You wish you had not brought her up at all, you wish you had better words to say. You can hear him moving around in his study, no doubt cursing over the many complications you have caused with your presence.

It's strange having the captain just next door, only a thin wall separating you both, alone together. It should be awkward, uncomfortable, maybe even scary for you, but somehow it is not. Somehow, it is soothing having someone there while you close your eyes. The gentle rocking of the boat on the waves, the swish of paper on wood, the scratch of a quill against parchment and the low murmurs of the captain as he talks to himself lull you into a much needed sleep.

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You once again wake from nightmares, heart pounding and sweat dripping from your every pore. The after-effects of your nightmare linger in every shadow, in the tall stack of books you mistake for a figure. You sit up carefully, brushing away tears you didn't even know had fallen, and scoot off the mattress. You breathe deeply and will away the fear response that has goosebumps racing along the skin of your arms.

Gods, you are damp, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin and you grimace at your own stench that you catch a whiff of as you pad into the study. It is darker here than when you came in, the chair now empty and papers cleared away, parchment rolled neatly to one side. The wax you let spill over from the previous night is gone, and so are the empty bottles. You wonder if the captain cleared away his own mess or if Mitsuya paid a visit.

Your attention elsewhere, you miss the bucket in front of you, foot crashing into it and spilling some of its contents. Water sloshes over the side and you curse as you grab at your poor injured toe, having legs is fucking overrated, anyway. You squint at the floor as your eyes adjust to your dim surroundings and notice a cloth hanging over the lip of the bucket. Huh, so Mitsuya did stop by while you were sleeping. You suspect he is the only one thoughtful enough to have anticipated your needs.

You smile, earlier fear melting away, a wash with sea water was better than no wash at all. You could use your abilities to wash, of course, if you absolutely had to, but best not to rely on it when you are supposed to be entirely human. You had already used it once today without much thought, when you had become flustered around the captain. No, stop. Best not think of it.

You drag the bucket into the small bedroom and hastily remove your clothes, wetting the cloth and squeezing the excess from it before setting to work. You wipe away the grime and sweat and dried blood, the water a delightful ruddy brown by the time you are done. The cut across your hip seems to be mainly superficial, it will heal with time. The sting of the salt water against your wound felt good, you have a body that feels pain and you do not have it in you to complain about it,not when it is such a gift. You hesitate to put the same, smelly clothes back on, but you don't want to rudely rummage around the room for new ones without asking.

As you drag the bucket back into the study, you notice a garment draped over the clothes chest, a dress. You recall your interaction with the captain this morning, 'I'm sure Emma left a dress around here somewhere', and you drop the bucket by the open doorway. The base layer is standard cotton, the sleeves bell-shaped and ruffled, and the outer layer is a deep blue, lacing at the front in a corset style.

You hold the dress to your frame, running your hands over the fabric and swishing the flowing skirts. Perhaps a little extravagant for a pirate ship but beautiful no less. You race back into the bedroom to change.

⎈ ⎈ ⎈ ⎈

You have been on his ship for all of a day and he is already going insane. The moment you apologised for his sister's death replaying in his mind over and over. You sounded so sincere, so heartbroken for him, those two words laced with such sorrow as if you had known Emma yourself.

The moment you fell asleep he was out of his chair and pacing the length of his study. He's feeling things, things he has no right to feel, things he shouldn't feel. He barely knows you, for Deities sake, and the last thing you need is anyone showing interest right now. He can only imagine what you must be going through after being a prisoner on Kisaki's ship.

Besides, this isn't like him. He doesn't notice women, he's too busy for women. But you had demanded his attention from the moment you appeared bloody and half-clothed before him, the second your soft fingers met his, the minute he saw your pretty face in the golden rays of the morning sun and especially when you walked into his study and leant over the desk like you owned it. Like you belonged there.

You are so polite and lovely, yet strong, stronger than he is. Mikey knows there's a fire in you somewhere, struggling to stay lit, and he suspects if Hanma hadn't met you first then you would have stormed aboard his ship and commanded his men better than he ever could.

He needed a distraction earlier from your sleeping body only a wall away, sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes. So he went through Emma's belongings- something he's avoided doing since she…

He found the dress and placed it over the chest for you to find when you woke up, and then he tidied his desk, something he never does because he just makes it messy all over again. But he had to do something to cure his restlessness, and anything to stay just a little longer.

You slept the day away, and he had gone to check on you a little later, just to make sure you were okay. You had been dreaming, nothing pleasant if your whimpers were anything to go by, and your face was coated in sweat, hair plastered to the pillow. He fetched a bucket of seawater and a cloth and left it by the doorway. He doesn't know why. It was a thoughtful gesture that is more befitting of Mitsuya than himself. Mikey cares, of course, about everyone aboard his ship but acts of service weren't his go to. A few impassioned words and a clap on the shoulder usually did it, but he could hardly apply that to you.

Now, he's sitting with his men while they gossip about you- Where do you come from? How can you speak the Old Tongue? How did Kisaki find you? He sits quietly, chewing on an uninspiring piece of jerky and lost in thought, until Baji makes a comment about your 'pretty face and rockin' set of-' that earns him a piece of jerky to the face. Mikey didn't want it anyway, foul stuff.

He's just wondering if he should wake you, lest you miss supper, when you appear on deck; walking towards them in the heeled ankle boots you waved at him earlier and the clothes he left out for you. Your hair is tied back with a piece of cloth that matches the exact colour of your dress. And oh, the dress. It fits you like a glove, only adding to your beauty, shoulders and collarbones bare in a cruel display for him. A small, blue-black gem shines where it is nestled between your bosom, completing your attire. You look clean (he's pleased to know you used the water he left for you) and as lovely as ever.

Gods, he's fucked.

⎈ ⎈ ⎈ ⎈

That damned bucket had almost been the death of you. Hauling it out of the study hadn't been too awful, but lifting it high enough to empty it over the edge of the ship had been a bitch. Your weak muscles are still protesting, hopefully you will be allowed to assist with chores soon, surely the work of a shiphand will strengthen your arms and legs. You have plenty of time to learn these things until you arrive at The Cape, maybe they will even teach you how to wield a sword!

The sun is low in the sky, which means you slept the better part of a day away, it's now supper time. The men are in the same spot as this morning, huddled in a circle and chatting away. You just witnessed the captain hurling a piece of food at Baji with deadly accuracy and, no doubt, just as deadly strength. You wonder what he said to garner such a reaction.

As you near, the captain looks up, eyes a little wider than usual. He is wearing his doublet of black velvet, slung around his shoulders as he leans his elbows on his knees. At some point after breakfast, he seemed to have lost his shirt again, only bandages and a red sash tied around his middle providing any coverage. He's wearing the same baggy, black breeches as usual and has discarded this morning's sandals for those heavy boots that delivered a bone-crushing kick to Hanma's face. His chest is as bare as it was the night he carried you aboard this ship, and you do your best to keep your eyes trained elsewhere.

At his look, the other men turn to you as well, a chorus of greetings arising from the huddle. It's a strange feeling, having so many people acknowledging your arrival and looking happy to see you, it's not an unpleasant one. In fact, it makes your chest a little tight with emotion. Pah shuffles to the side from his cross-legged position on the floor to make room for you, at the same time the captain stands from his seat and offers it to you.

You hover at the edge of the circle momentarily before making your decision. You stride over to Pah as you address Mikey, "No need, Captain, I will be just fine on the floor." You avoid his eyes as you settle into the spot between Chifuyu and Pah. After your little revelation in the study, and the small glimpse into his heart you witnessed, you feel particularly nervous at the thought of sitting anywhere near the captain. Gods forbid, his arm brushes your leg during dinner. You do not think you can handle that thrill that occurs when your skin meets his. You must learn to deal with this strange feeling first before putting yourself in his close vicinity again.

He returns to his seat, and a quick glance in his direction reveals a surly look upon his face, no doubt at your dismissal of his gesture, you suppose that was rude of you. The thought that he is disappointed you did not accept brings you a small sense of glee, and you smile as you take the plate of salted meat and sea biscuits offered by Chifuyu.

"Oh, thank you for the water Mitsuya, it felt good to finally freshen up," you chirp at him across the circle, shoving a softened sea biscuit into your mouth unceremoniously. You can tell by the sweet but strong taste that they have been soaked in rum, best not eat too many of these. Mitsuya frowns at you as he reaches for the bottle of alcohol being passed around the circle. He is wearing a silk scarf around his neck today, the pretty lilac colour matching his eyes.

"Well, I'm glad you're clean and feeling good, but that wasn't me," your own frown reflects his, "I've been in my office all day."

"Oh…but then who?" You sweep your gaze around the circle, searching for the culprit, when your eyes land on the captain. Of course. The dress and the water, it was left by him. He still has that surly look on his face, as he grabs the bottle from Draken's hand just as the man was tipping his head back for a drink, the first mate growls but concedes to his captain. Mikey flicks his eyes to yours and away again just as quickly, touching his lips to the bottle and taking a long swig, he is obviously attempting to return your earlier dismissal. But you think you notice a pink hue to his complexion all the same, perhaps the rum.

"Well, whoever the mystery water-giver is, thank you," you announce to the circle at large, smiling into your plate as you grab a piece of jerky. It seems the day-long nap, combined with a bathe and pretty clothes, has given you some confidence back. You feel regenerated and fresh, despite the recurring nightmares, and with the setting sun goes the days harsh heat. It is pleasant sitting in the sea air with a plate of food, even if it is lacklustre in flavour, you are just happy to be able to eat, to once again feel the joy of a full stomach.

Baji swallows down a mouthful of salted meat with what looks like a quarter of the bottle of rum, before Pah yanks it from his grasp with a yell and a smack to the back of his head.

Baji bares his fangs at him and then leans across Pah to look at you, his cheeks reddened from alcohol, "You scrub up good, pretty lady," his sentence comes out in a drawl, eyes sparkling.

From little lady to pretty lady? This one is too cheeky for his own good. Your face warms and you lean back into Chifuyu's space unconsciously, "Oh, that is very sweet of you to say, Baji," you have to force the smile that you give him onto your lips. It is sweet, and you sense that he means no harm, but the inebriated air about him and the flirty compliment sit like a stone in your gut. In your experience, men do not usually flatter without objectifying, without wanting something. And it is difficult to remind oneself that they are not mutually exclusive, you hope in this case, that stays true.

Pah elbows him in the stomach and whispers something to him, his tone furious and his scar tugging the corner of his mouth down harshly.

Then he turns and passes you the bottle of rum with an apologetic look in his dark eyes, "He's harmless, honest," he says it quietly, so that only you can hear.

You give another curt smile and take the bottle, immediately passing it off to Chifuyu, before reaching for your necklace. Your other hand wraps around your stomach to grip your elbow. Gods, you wish you had snagged Mitsuya's jacket from the study before you left, it was still there from the other night. At least, then you would have some cover from the male gaze. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, in and out, before opening them slowly.

You are met with a pair of ink-black irises staring at you from across the circle, you almost imagine a look of sadness in them, concern even. You breathe in again, eyes still on his, calming your racing heart. The feeling of panic that had risen in your chest slowly subsides, and you relax a little, feeling embarrassed. Being human is a little trickier than you remember, especially the emotions.

You clear your throat awkwardly, and look over to Mitsuya. It is time for a distraction you think, for someone else to be in the spotlight.

"Mitsuya, do you think you could tell that story now, about the woman on your flag?"

⎈ ⎈ ⎈ ⎈

After the boys had finished running around collecting blankets and taking toilet breaks, you all settled down again in a circle in preparation for story time. You are all closer-knit than before, huddling under the thin blankets and blowing on your cold fingers. A small oil lamp is lit and placed on a crate in front of Mitsuya, it lends a certain atmosphere to the space, the sun now fully set and the stars twinkling above you.

All eyes are on Mitsuya, a stillness settling over the vessel, only the swish of the waves breaking the quiet.

"Everyone ready?" A sea of heads bob up and down comically, "The tale goes that there was once a human woman more beautiful than all the rest, her beauty was unparalleled across land and sea. She was so beautiful that she caught the eye of the supreme ruler of Deities. He had to have her, and so he offered her family prosperity in exchange for her hand. Her village was poor, so the family accepted the proposal, and the King of Gods began to court the woman. They eventually fell in love, but the woman didn't know who he was or that her family's success was due to his blessings. It was not until the God's wife found out about their affair that the human woman learnt of the betrayal. To protect her from the wrath of his Queen, the God took away his lover's mortal body and hid her in the ocean where she became a Goddess. That way his wife would never be able to find her and have her killed. And so, from that day forth, the woman has ruled over the seas."

Everyone erupts into raucous applause and you mirror the action automatically, but internally you scoff. So, this is the watered-down version told over time? There are a few details missing, the main one being that your father was the one who approached the Gods, not the other way around. He was the one who offered you up like a prime slab of meat. You were promised to the King at the young age of nine, to become his the day you turned twenty one. And you had.

The tale of a father who sold his only daughters' body for fertile soil was clearly too cruel so the tellers reimagined it as a dramatic love story instead. Or perhaps, your father had told it that way, to make sure the blame did not fall upon him. Your stomach churns at the thought and you struggle to conceal the shaking of your hands at the rage building inside you.

"Ah, it's a load of horseshit!" Baji exclaims loudly, over the cheers and chatter.

You feel inclined to agree with him, even if it is just to protect yourself. But Chifuyu sputters indignantly beside you, clearly, he thinks the opposite.

"It is not! You're just cynical. A lot of us still believe in the Old Gods, remember what happened to Shin." He sounds almost offended, mouth down-turned and those big green eyes wide as he stares at the dark-haired pirate.

Baji only rolls his eyes dramatically.

Your curiosity gets the better of you once more as you ask, "Who's Shin?”

All eyes turn to their captain, and he answers simply, "He's my older brother."

"Oh…," you are hesitant to ask about him, since he is not present among the crew, "and what happened to him?" You ask quietly, palms sweaty as you grip at your skirts.

The captain sighs, "He was involved in a battle between warring pirate factions a long time ago, no one else survived. He almost didn't, but he says he was saved by a woman who came out of the Sea, a woman made from the waves themselves."

Your mind goes blank, heart stuttering in your chest, it couldn't be…but then you think of the full cheeks and delicate features that they both share. You look at Mikey's pitch-black eyes, the pupils almost indistinguishable from the irises. Just like the man you saved that day. You see the resemblance now, clear as day, and you wonder how you did not notice it before.

Mitsuya fills in the rest when you and the captain go silent, "After that, Mikey took over as captain in his place. We had a new ship built and adopted the Goddess as our faction's image. I had Shinichuro tell me exactly what he saw and designed the flag myself. Us pirates see the Goddess as a symbol of luck, if we have faith and ask for her blessings before we set sail, then we have good fortune for the journey ahead of us." He looks at you with a wry smile, he probably thinks you do not believe him, merely a far-fetched tale to keep them entertained at sea.

Little do they know the story is a little too close to home. It feels like a fever dream, to be sitting here and have people talk about you as this great being that they give prayer to, without even knowing you sit amongst them. Without knowing you let many good men die on your watch, some even by your hand, not worthy of the revered title they give you. A wolf in sheep's clothing. You feel nauseous. It seems the Fates are working overtime as of late, you wonder if He orchestrated all this just to make your new life difficult.

You vaguely thank Mitsuya for the tale, who bows theatrically in return. Baji and Chifuyu begin squabbling again over the details, arguing about who is right, while the others scoff and laugh at them. Some even cheer them on, picking sides. You barely hear the noise, tuning it out, too lost in thoughts of the past and the irony of this very moment. You stand up from your place in the circle, stumbling towards the bow, and manage to make it to the side of the ship before you empty the contents of your stomach into the sea.

Thanks so much for reading! 💙

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[in-my-feels-probably]

Congrats on 300 followers!! I requested a ship for your 100 celebration and I remember loving it so much! It's been so amazing to see your blog grow! May I please get one for stranger things this time around? I'm a straight female, she/her.

My favorite songs are - sober by lorde // quiet light by the national // mutual future, Roddy and end of beginning by djo // Maps and different today by yeah yeah yeahs

My favorite quote - Any line from the Beatrice letter, (it's here if you wanna read it, it's well worth the read!) but my favorite has to be - I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday (...) I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther away from one another, where we were once were so close. I will love you until the chances of us running into each other slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory (...) that's how I'll love you even as the world goes on it's wicked way.

I love this because it's really heartfelt and it really must be a privilege to be loved this way!

I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic! I enjoy all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down!

I'm really sorry about how long this ask got! Thank you so much, congrats once again <3 <3

hi! don't worry about the length, detail helps. thank you for participating, and thank you for sticking around and supporting my work, I really appreciate you <3

you have really good music taste, i like lorde and djo a lot too.

thank you for sending the letter, that was really sweet. i'm normally not into the really sappy poems, but there's something about hopelessly romantic people that draws me in. i think we all want to be loved that way.

i ship you with steve!

he's such a sap, and desperately wants to be loved the way he loves other people, and i think he'd find that in you. while i don't consider him the most academic or witty, i think he would enjoy joking around with you and having hours long conversations about anything, just so he could be around you and listen to you talk. also, i'd consider 5'9 to be tall, at least for a girl, and something tells me a tall girl would have steve whipped. from the way you dress, i think he'd find you a little intimidating, but he'd be drawn to you. in a similar way to nancy, i think he'd find a powerful woman attractive.

this is cheesy, but i think he'd be genuinely lovestruck by you, and would follow you anywhere just to be around you. he'd be bored out of his mind sitting at the foot of your bed, watching you read or catch up on school work.

he'd huff for the thousandth time in the past 5 minutes, and you'd finally pause and look up. "you don't have to be here, steve. i told you i'd be no fun today."

he'd quickly shake his head. "no! no, i'm having a blast, really."

you knew he was lying, but you also knew he never really liked being alone, and would make up any excuse to be around someone, especially if it was you. you'd sit in silence for a few more minutes, occasionally glancing up to see steve, all spaced out with a dopey grin on his face.

"what is it?" you'd finally ask, putting your book to the side, giving him your full attention.

"nothing," he'd murmur, cheeks heated when you caught him staring. "it's just a privilege to be loved by you."

that would be enough to make you melt into a puddle, so in awe of how you found someone that was so like you, and who understood what it was like to want that ache in your heart and the butterflies in your stomach.

you'd move all your things to the side, laying back against the headboard, opening your arms. "alright lover boy, that might be the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. come here."

and he'd happily oblige you.

hope you liked this, thank you so much again for participating and supporting. you sound really cool, i'm glad to have you here :)

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[iheartgracie]

shannon lynch and johnny kavanagh quotes in binding 13

“You were mumbling in your sleep about my shower scalding you." I turned beetroot red.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," I choked out, feeling nervous again.

"Stop," he warned with a smile. "It was cute.”

“Watching her completely dominate my PlayStation was so fucking hot. Seriously, her skills with a controller, and her ability to kick my ass like she did, only made her infinitely sexier. She was fucking perfect. I was so caught up in her that I could have sat there all night, just being with her.”

“I see the way you look at Shannon, and the way she looks at you."

"We are just friends,"

"You're in love.”

“His eyes were heated and full of uncertainty and roaming wildly over my body. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, mirroring my own. I looked into his eyes, feeling my heart squeeze so tight it was hard to breathe. In one stare, I felt like I had collided with him. It was instant and shocking. My feelings exploded inside of me, absorbing the boy and all he was like a sponge that was desperate for water. I was desperate for him. All of him. Every piece and part. Raging hormones, encouraged by my frazzled emotions, overrode my common sense right then, causing me to do something completely out of character. Releasing an unsteady breath, I reached up, grabbed Johnny's neck, and pulled his face down to mine. And then I kissed him.”

“I thought you liked me,"

"Jesus Christ, Of course, I like you. I think it's pretty fucking clear that I'm mad about you.”

“Why does it have to work?" he asked.

"Because I need her–" I shook my head and expelled another frustrated breath. "Because I want to keep her in my life."

"You want to keep her, period," Gibsie countered. "Because you are ass over tit in love with that girl.”

“I wanted to make her better. I wanted to make it right. In whatever way she needed me to do it. I just didn’t know how. Whatever she needed from me, I was more than willing to provide.”

“They have this new song out called Wicked Twisted Road," she explained. "Are you sure you haven't heard it?"

My heart stopped in my chest. That song from the pub. The one that fucked with my head. Jesus…

"You should," Shannon continued to say. "Listen to it, I mean." Her cheeks turned pink when she said, "It reminds me of you.”

“Here –" Reaching into the glove compartment, I pulled out a leather case and quickly flicked through a bunch of mix CDs, stopping when I found the one I wanted, "Listen to track nine." I practically shoved the CD into her hand and shrugged, "Reminds me of you.”

“You would do that for me?" she asked, voice soft. I would do pretty much anything for you.”

“Why are you always trying to help me, Johnny?" she whispered, blue eyes burning holes inside of me. There was the million-dollar question. And I had no fucking clue how to answer it.

"Because I want to," I finally said, deciding on the truth. "I want to help you, Shannon."

"You do?" she breathed.

"I do.”

“She giggled and Christ, it was a lovely sound.”

“You wouldn’t mind?" Shannon asked, all wide-eyed, as she tentatively shifted closer until her knees were touching my left thigh.

"No, Shannon." Failing miserably, I reached over and tucked a rogue strand of hair behind her ear. "I wouldn’t mind.”

“Johnny?"

"Yeah?"

"I’m going to hug you now." She hitched her leg over mine. "Is that okay?"

Don’t do it. You'll never get over this girl.

"Yeah," I exhaled a ragged breath, feeling my heart smash against my ribcage, as she hovered above me. "That's okay.”

“I needed to be really fucking careful with my next move, because once I decided that she was the girl for me, that would be that. Once I committed myself, once my heart laid claim on her, I might as well slap a label on my forehead stating I'm yours, please be gentle with me because I'm here to stay.”

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