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qianinterprises · 3 years

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WayV Reaction: to asking them to take over while riding them

Warnings: SMUT!!!! This has 90% smut, 10% fluff, so if you are underaged, be warned!!

Work Count: 1.4k

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for your request, love! This was my first requested request and it was so much fun to write! I hope you enjoy it sweet anon!

Tagging: @treasuretaeil

Kun:

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Your hands were planted against your boyfriends chest, using him for leverage to hold yourself up as your hips pummeled against his. His hands gripped your hips, loosely guiding your hips down on him. His cock dragged deliciously along your walls, drawing moans from your lips, moans that were spurred on by his lips around your nipple.

You moaned out at a particularly hard thrust. Your hips stuttered, arms beginning to shake with your weight. It was all becoming too much.

"Kun?"

The man beneath you released your perky bud with a lewd pop, eyes flicking up to yours in question.

"Can you take over? I'm getting tired..."

With a smirk, Kun's hands gripped your hips tighter and lifted his pelvis. Skillfully, he flipped you around, settling you against the pillows. He moved his hands from your hips, planting them on both sides of your head.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered, hips thrusting into you as your walls squeezed around him.

Ten:

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Riding Ten was something you'd always wanted to do. He was always dominant, always putting your needs first. So when he came home from practice sweaty an exhausted, you jumped at the chance to take care of him.

Rather than fighting you for dominance, Ten gave in relatively easily. However, you seemed to have underestimated the amount of energy that went into topping.

Moans left his mouth has his hands fondled your breasts softly. You almost felt bad as your arms holding you up gave out and you were falling against his chest, hips moving slowly now.

"Tired baby?" he asked, voice soft as he ran his hands down your back.

You nodded against him. You really should start working out more.

"Can you take over please?" you asked softly.

With a soft chuckle, Ten rolled you over onto your back and gently thrust his hips into you. He laid over your body as his hips moved, lips softly kissing down your neck.

"Just enjoy," he whispered against your skin as his hips began moving at an infuriatingly slow pace.

WinWin:

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It wasn't uncommon for you to ride Sicheng. You both generally took turns with dominance, however, what was uncommon was how fast you had managed to get tired.

Sure, you could never last quite as long as your boyfriend, but you usually always managed to spur an orgasm out of him before your body collapsed against his chest. However, as your muscles suddenly seized up, you feel face first toward his chest. He only managed to catch your falling body by a few seconds before you slammed your nose against his collar bone.

"Babe?!" he asked, alarmed.

"I'm so sorry," you breathed, arms spasming with overuse.

"What happened?!"

"I couldn't hold myself up anymore..." you muttered, embarrassment rushing through you.

"Do you want to stop?"

You knew he didn't. You could still feel him twitching inside you, and to be frank, your core was aching for a mind-shattering orgasm, the kind only he was capable of giving.

"No but would you mind taking over?" you asked.

"Say no more."

With that, he flipped you around until your back was pressed against the mattress. He lifted your legs to wrap around his hips and pulled his cock almost completely out before thrusting back in, pulling a loud moan from your throat.

Lucas:

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Yukhei's hands lightly squeezed your breasts as your hips bounced on his cock, moaning loudly as he stretched you in all the right ways.

"Oh fuck Yukhei!" you moaned as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

"You like riding me baby girl?" his voice was low and husky, a tone he only used when he was feeling exceptionally good.

You nodded enthusiastically, but you knew you wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer. Yukhei had a lot more strength and stamina than you. He could fuck you for hours if you let him, but as your thighs began to quiver more from exertion than pleasure, you knew you didn't have much strength left to give.

As your thrusts slowed, Yukhei looked up at you questioningly, thumbs rubbing over your nipples softly.

"What's wrong baby?" he asked.

If there's one thing you loved about Yukhei, it's how he never got too caught up to care about you.

"I can't..." you breathed as your hips stilled completely. "I can't hold myself up anymore..."

A smirk covered his worried features.

"Want me to continue?"

With a nod, you allowed your thighs to relax. He shifted beneath you, lifting his legs until his feet were planted firmly in the mattress.

"You better hold on baby, I won't go easy," he growled before fucking up into you, sending you grappling for his shoulders to support yourself.

Xiaojun:

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Your first time riding anyone was proving to be a lot more difficult that you would have ever imagined. Typically, you'd say it looked easy enough, just moving your hips on someone rather than taking what they were giving you. However, as you struggled to find a happy medium between holding yourself up and fucking yourself down on Dejun's cock, you were getting frustrated.

"How do you do this all the time!" you whined as your hips moved sloppily, unable to find a comfortable pace.

Dejun, who looked far too amused beneath you, just shrugged.

"There's a training session we all have to go through to ensure we're strong enough to please our woman!"

You raised a hand to slap his chest, but as that support left, you found your body toppling down off of him and onto the bed, his cock slipping out of you, making you whine.

"I think you need more practice."

"Oh just shut up and fuck me!" you demanded.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Ask nicely."

You scoffed. Part of you wanted to just say 'never mind' and go finish yourself off in the bathroom, but he felt really good inside you.

With a huff, you conceded.

"Oh great Dejun, will you please do me the great honor of fucking me?"

With a far too satisfied grin, he moved on top of you, not hesitating to sheath himself back inside you.

Hendery:

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It had been his request. You weren't too keen on the idea because you were positive you wouldn't be able to do it for long. Your upper body strength was low, and you knew it was going to take a lot to keep yourself grounded as your hips moved. You had told your boyfriend this, but he'd insisted that you at least try. Which is how you ended up where you were not, laying flat on his chest, arms by your sides, hips barely moving to keep him the slightest bit stimulated.

"I told you this was a bad idea," you groaned, not looking up.

"You barely tried!" Kunhang complained.

"Did too! It's just hard!"

He didn't say anything after that, just moved his hands to your hips. He gripped them tightly and lifted them a little higher before letting them drop, pulling out moans from both of you.

"I have an idea, how about I stay on top but you take over?" you asked, looking up at him.

He raised an eyebrow, lifting your hips again and letting them drop.

"What will that do?"

You rolled your eyes.

"It will give you what you want and also allow me to practice holding myself up for next time!"

He didn't seem to keen on the idea at first, but as you lifted yourself up, placing both hands on the headboard to hold yourself up while he lifted your hips, he let out a satisfied moan.

"Deal."

YangYang:

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"Can't you go any faster?"

"I'm going as fast as I can!"

"But it's too slow!"

Your eyes snapped down to stair at your annoying boyfriend beneath you.

"How about you do it then!" you glared.

Riding him had been his idea. Something on your list to try, but ultimately his idea. You'd told him when he'd suggested it that it'd be slow. You didn't have great balance. Holding yourself up was going to take some practice and as he was the first person you'd ever been sexually intimate with, you obviously had no prior experience. Thus, here he was, whining at you to go faster when, even though you understood the need, you didn't have the balance or the practice to go any faster.

"Fucking finally!" he cheered.

Not a moment later, he was dumping you off his lap, pulling a yelp from your lips that was quickly drowned out by the embarrassingly loud moan that pooled from your throat as he thrust into you from behind, immediately setting a brutally fast pace.

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 88: Heels, Make Up, Glitter, and Gold

"You're drooling, mate," Ron said, slapping Harry's shoulder to draw his attention.

But honestly, could anyone blame him? There Draco stood at the bar across the room, her shoulder length blond hair in shiny, loose curls that already looked a bit tousled like someone had been running their fingers through it. She was wearing a tight black dress that emphasized the curve of her arse, long legs and arms dusted in fine glitter that made her skin glow incandescent in the dim lighting. A pair of high heels elongated her legs even further and Harry was gone on the sight of her ankles of all things; ankles shouldn't be sexy but her's definitely were.

When she spun around with drink in hand, the light caught on the gold eye make up she was wearing, making her look even more otherworldly. She smirked, teeth even whiter against the blood red backdrop of her lipstick, and then she winked at him.

Harry was a goner.

He'd known, of course, that Draco was genderfluid, after catching him staring a few too many times Draco had said, 'out with it, Potter. Ask.' And so he had.

But he'd only ever seen Draco at work in sharp trousers and dress shirts; in long, flowing skirts and tank tops; in jeans and t-shirts; in dresses with bold floral prints. Draco looked gorgeous in literally everything but nothing had prepared Harry for the sight of her in club apparel.

"Hey," she said as she slid onto the stool next to him and took a sip of what looked like straight bourbon.

"What are you drinking?" he managed.

"Why?" she asked, raising one eyebrow and Harry couldn't help but admire the curved wing of her eyeliner and her long dark lashes, "Thinking of buying me another already? My, my Potter, what are your intentions?"

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"What?" he spluttered, shaking his head so fast he might have been worried about falling off of his chair if he could have thought of anything other than how intoxicatingly delicious she smelled. "No," he said quickly. "Merlin, nothing like that-"

"Potter," she interrupted with a little laugh. Then, "Harry," softer, eyes warm as she laid her hand on his arm, "I'm teasing you. Relax."

"Well," Ron said, sliding his chair back, "As enjoyable as this is to watch, I'm going to head home. Hermione ought to be getting home from work soon hopefully."

Draco's eyes left Harry's face and flickered over to Ron, she gave him a little smile, "Say hi to Hermione for me and please thank her again for lending me that book on about telepathic bonds between siblings."

"You bet." He nodded once, "Don't have too much fun."

"Bye," Harry called, barely removing his eyes from Draco's face long enough to glance at his best friend.

"So," Draco said, crossing one long leg over the other, "What brought you to this fine establishment this evening?"

"Oh, Ron and I met for a couple of pints. Normally all three of us go out for dinner on Fridays but Hermione had to work late. She hates bar food so here we are," he shrugged. "What about you?"

"I come here every Friday," she said, leaning in just a touch closer as she said, "You never know who you might meet."

Jealousy burned hot through his veins but he tried to force it down, he had no right to it.

"I'm drinking bourbon," she said, answering his question from earlier on and giving him an out.

He wrinkled his nose at the thought.

She laughed, "You've never had expensive bourbon have you?"

"No," he replied.

"Here," she said, sliding her glass across the bar toward him, "Just try a little sip."

She could have told him to hack off his right arm and he would have, so he picked up the glass and brought it to his lips. There was something intensely intimate about putting his lips where hers had been moments before. His heart beat a little faster as he took a sip, expecting the normal burn of bourbon, anticipating the flavor that tasted vaguely the way kerosene smelled. Instead the liquid flowed smoothly over his tongue, hints of vanilla and caramel popping out to greet him. He hummed, eyes flicking back up to catch Draco watching him. "That's actually pretty good," he said as he passed it back to her.

"Better than your lager?" she asked, nodding toward the pint he had sitting in front of him.

He hummed, "Different," he said, "also tasty. Not necessarily better, though. They both have their merits."

Draco stared at him for a long moment, long enough that Harry started to wonder if they hadn't really been talking about drinks at all, then she nodded once and knocked back the rest of her bourbon. "Come dance with me."

"Oh," he said, panicking, "I'm not sure-"

She stood up and smoothed out her skirt, "You get one shot here, Potter. Take it or someone else will."

Without another word she strut off toward the dance floor, confident and gorgeous, and Harry watched as she started to dance. Other people seemed to notice her as well and before Harry could think better of it, that green monster was rising up in his chest, shoving him out of the chair and propelling him out onto the dance floor.

He put a hand on her waist once he reached her and she tensed before seeming to recognize that it was him. "I was afraid you weren't coming," she called over her shoulder.

"I'm here," he murmured.

She stepped back until her back was pressed against him, her hips moving sinuously as her arse pressed flush against his pelvis. He couldn't help but clasp her hips in his hands, his body moving instinctively with hers.

In her heels she was an inch of two taller than him which made it all too easy for him to kiss her neck and the tender spot behind her ear that made her go boneless against him with a soft shudder every time he found the right spot.

This went on for a few songs before she spun to face him, he searched her face before opening his mouth to ask if he could kiss her.

But before he could get the words out, Draco leaned in and shouted, "I need to get some air. Care to join me?"

He nodded and she slipped her fingers through his and tugged him toward the door. Once they were outside she leaned against the brick wall and Harry leaned next to her, their shoulders brushing.

After a few moments of silence Draco said, "I've had to learn how to be brave the past few years."

Harry turned his head to look at her, waiting and listening.

"Being myself isn't always easy," she confessed. "It's not easy for anyone, I imagine, but I worked really hard to not be scared all of the time."

He squeezed her hand and waited.

"But you," she shook her head, curls falling into her face and hiding her eyes. "You terrify me."

"Me?" he asked incredulously.

She nodded, then looked over at him, "I really like you."

"I really like you, too," he replied with a grin.

"Do you like all of me, though?" she asked. "A lot of straight guys don't like it when I identify as male or when I don't identify with either gender. A lot of straight guys-"

"I'm not straight," Harry said, interrupting her in order to correct her misconception. "I'm bi," he added. "And you look gorgeous right now, but you're just as gorgeous when you're wearing a well tailored suit, or a sundress, or jeans and a t-shirt." He laughed self-deprecatingly, "You drive me to distraction regardless of your gender."

She blinked at him, "You're bi?"

He shrugged, "Well, yeah. I thought you knew that. Was my staring not enough of a give away?"

"I just always thought you were trying to reimagine me as my female self."

"Definitely not," he said, shaking his head, "not that you're not absolutely fucking gorgeous now, just-"

She leaned in and pressed her red lips to his, stopping his flow of words.

He sank into the kiss, cupping her jaw and tilting his head to gain better access as he pivoted to press her back against the wall.

They snogged until they were both breathless and then Harry pulled back, "This can't be just a one time thing for me," he managed. "Once will never be enough and if I let myself go I won't be able to look back. I can't share you."

She huffed a laugh, long fingers sliding through the hair at the base of his neck, "Why would you assume that you would have to?"

"You said you come here every week-"

"I saw you and Ron here once like eight months ago," she confessed, "I guess I hoped that if I came back often enough I might run into you again."

"Yeah?" Harry asked, heart leaping wildly about in his chest.

She nodded.

"Do you want to come back to mine, then?" Harry asked, trailing his nose along her jaw. "I'll make you breakfast in the morning," he added.

She nodded and Harry apparated them home.

It wasn't long before Harry was making them breakfast every morning, just as he would for the rest of their lives.

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Day 87: Personality Swap | Day 89: Food

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leahseclipse · 3 years

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Battle of knowledge

Pairing: Spencer Reid x male!reader

Summary: When a battle of knowledge abruptly occurs as the two known doctors meet at a case, everyone is partially amused by their hate towards the other, as they both differ their problems in quite a unusual way afterwards.

Warnings: Mentions of case, usual cm stuff…, slight sex allusions (rated T just in case the mentions happen to be something that’d be rated like that)

Word count: 1.7 k

A/N: Hey everyone!! I hope you guys are well!! I took this request from @imagining-in-the-margins as she didn’t want it, so here I am :) that fic is kind of dedicated to @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff , I thought a lot about you as I wrote this fic :)! Hope everyone enjoys. (yeah the dialogue is ehhh in the first half to me, sorry for that)

When Spencer had gone all the way from Virginia to Arizona for a case that had yet to upset the rest of his team, he didn't actually expect another person to upset him as much as the authors of the crime themselves.

The other person was known as the genius of the team, another "version" of him, except that he was in Arizona, with a slightly different rank.

He didn't think badly of him at first, he appreciated the fact of having another person similar to him, which meant that he didn't have to explain the terms he'd use to someone else, he could talk without complications.

He’d usually have to pause in his lecture to explain some stuff, but he didn’t feel like he’d need to do it with him.

"Arizona's genius, y/n y/l/n. It's nice to meet you all. I heard there's another genius here. As much as I'd like to have a nice chat, killers are on the loose, so, eventually, at the end of the case."

The way he had talked was completely fascinating to him, even if he wanted to, he couldn't draw his eyes off him as he talked.

The first words had completely convinced them, and he really felt like he could have a correct interaction with him.

It wasn't everyday that he'd had the occasion to meet another mind similar to his.

This happened to be quite relieving considering the complicity of the case, and it would be much faster for everything to be answered as they'll be two.

"No, he's not that type of guy! Look at what he did, especially at the third victim!" He yelled.

"We have all reasons to think he could be like that, I didn't say it definitely is, but it could be." Spencer argued, pissed off by his words.

"The M.O you just described doesn't really fit, something is missing, and none of what you said makes it right."

"It's the closest thing we have, it's that or we completely start from scratch, as if it's "wrong" to you."

"I don't think it's only to me, and it's better to try to start again than continue with what we have and possibly launch into a wall because that wasn't right. Okay, that's going to take time, but might as well get it right."

"When I expected for the case to go smoothly, I didn't come all the way for this, since when are you so annoying?"

"Oh, now I'm annoying? I'm just doing my job, and you're the one acting offended. So," He paused, as he gathered papers before walking away. "If you excuse me, I have to catch the ones doing this, instead of wasting time. Come back to me when you're in a better mood to work correctly." Y/N said, as another coworker of his approached Spencer not long after he had left.

"Um...I doubt that'll make the situation better, but he acts like that, sometimes. It may seem that he's not going to work, but don't worry, it's mainly so he can...get himself back in the right head space." He explained. "Don't try...get pissed off at each other too often, none of our unit chiefs will be happy with that."

"He could have been less...like that."

"It's just y/l/n being himself, 'can't do much about it. Anyway, let's get back to work, and try to get better you two, at least till we wrap the case."

"Trouble's around." Derek chirped to JJ.

"This case is going to be...fun. Let's hope we at least get to have a distraction."

"Oh, don't worry JJ, we'll have one. They're not done fighting. Definitely not."

"Do you think they're gonna make up and become friends, or yell at each other until the end?" Emily asked.

"A mix of the two. They'll kinda hate each other, but not enough to resist having a conversation between geniuses." Garcia answered.

"True. It's not every day that the both of them get to talk with someone that understands their stuff." Derek pointed out.

"Let's hope that we'll get to see some animation in between work."

"Are you here to yell again or try to have a calm conversation?" Y/N asked, as soon as Spencer entered.

"I don't get why you're directly attacking before I get to say anything." Spencer protested.

"Just in case."

"Okay, do you have something against me or what? Because I can't work if you keep being angry all of the time."

"I'm not angry." He answered.

"Then I'm a clown if I can't even read your face. It's written on your forehead that you are, you're literally an open book." Spencer closed the door, having a slight feeling that the conversation would possibly get louder.

"I thought you weren't supposed to profile the people you work with, no? I'm not your coworker, but we're working on this case together, so don't profile me unless I ask, which will never happen."

"I don't get you."

"What is there even to understand? You're the one I don't get."

"It's you that I can't figure out. I just can't stand you right now."

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid you'll have to calm your nerves till we finish that case. Because I'm not wasting twenty minutes explaining what is there to "understand" about me." He spit back, glancing at Spencer.

"I can't keep talking with you if you act like that."

"I'm not a cute puppy in case you haven't figured that out. I'm not going to be nice just for you, especially when you point out that I'm not how you like to be talked."

"I didn't specify anything."

"Didn't you, doctor?" He focused on the last word, raising his eyebrows.

"Damn it." Spencer walked up to him in a snap, glancing at him for a split second before suddenly taking in his face in his hands as he roughly kissed him.

Not even one of them expected that it'd just take a single argument to let the pressure out.

They were just kissing each other, like that. Spencer was the one who started it, not even wondering if he'd return it or walk away, but turns out that y/n had been the one to take the lead after that, as he gripped his hair, slamming him against the wall.

Nothing really mattered in that moment, they didn't even think about the others possibly walking in, all they both needed to do was to let out of all the frustration contained since this morning.

It wasn't quite only anger, but also because they had both wanted each other, in their own way.

As much as Y/N was afraid to admit it, he did imagine it, slamming him against the wall, even if he wouldn't be strong or even courageous enough to do that.

Spencer did imagine gripping his jaw, especially after he walked out in fury, he was so upset about him that all he wanted was to kiss him to let him know what he felt.

He didn't want to admit it, but he hated it whenever someone raised his voice at him, he needed to do that to calm himself, in some way.

If they weren't in some police station, their shirts would have already been on the floor, the layers of clothes between them were more than infuriating as they tugged at the other's shirt.

And even when they stopped for a moment to breathe again, it didn't take much for their lips to link again after a short glance.

Spencer quickly flipped y/n the other way so he'd be the one against the wall, and to his surprise, his face quickly gained another tint.

He caged him in with one arm against the wall, gripping his chin with the other, as y/n tugged at his hair again, not knowing where else to put them.

Things went fast so quickly, they didn't even think about what they'd do, they just went with the flow.

What they forgot to think and pay attention about, was that they weren't alone in the place.

Literally all of the people working at the station were there, and could possibly start to look for them.

They really didn't care about it, none of them broke the kiss to point it out, it was just four walls, them, and their mixed feelings.

"I still can't stand you." Spencer said in between when they briefly broke the kiss.

"Me neither." He blurted out.

As one of them probably guessed at some point, their inattention cost them when they didn't even hear the lock of the door over their breaths.

"Hey, we found…" JJ walked in, stopping in the middle of the sentence.

The door kept itself open, as the noise of the outside drew in, causing them to break away as both of their eyes were wide open.

Spencer's hair was a mess, strands going everywhere, which would need to be at least fixed with his hand for him to be presentable.

Only the back of y/n's hair was messed up as he was against the wall most of the time.

Both of their shirts had a few buttons out, although, y/n's was the closest to being on the floor if someone hadn't come.

By the time they had begun slowly walking away from the other, she had definitely just seen them making out.

"...something." She ended the sentence, not quite knowing what to say after witnessing the event.

"Oh, uh...we'll uh...meet you in just a sec." Spencer said.

"Right. Okay." JJ responded, closing the door in a hurry.

"I hate to say this to you, but I think we're screwed." Y/N pointed out once she was gone.

"They'll definitely be able to tell from the look on her face and ours when we'll get out."

"Yeah, we should have…done it elsewhere."

"It's a bit late for that."

"You're the one who started, you should have at least chosen another place genius."

"I have to admit it but, true."

"They'll definitely figure out you're the one who started, you basically entered after me."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't. You just don't like me." He corrected Spencer, as he opened the door to walk out, walking out of the room.

It didn't take much for some of their coworkers's eyes to lay on them as they entered their vision.

Spencer discreetly approached y/n after Hotch began talking, making sure the attention was elsewhere.

"I'm going to show you how much I 'just don't like you' when we're out of here, you're gonna see."

"Deal."

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charming-mage · 3 years

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The Search For Marinette Dupain-Cheng

This is my take on my prompt The Search For Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

You know, I always wondered about Marinette taking care of Akumas while overseas. If she takes too long, she’ll scare her loved ones half to death. Can’t rush too much or else she risks losing her miraculous because of it. Since no one is aware of her identity, she doesn’t have anyone to cover for her. Friends who are unaware of the truth will cover her for so long before they have to fess up.

In salt fics, the class usually doesn’t care where Marinette is on Gotham trips. Here, they give a shit.

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In which Lila messes with some signs and Marinette gets lost when she comes back late (via Kaalki) after dealing with an Akuma attack in France.

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The two week school field trip in Tokyo was supposed to be an enjoyable experience. There’s booked reservations at classy restaurants, a fancy hotel with a big pool, shows, and tours throughout Tokyo. Lila is most looking forward to the fashion expo. If she doesn’t do something soon, it looks like she’ll miss out on that too. Marinette been missing for two days and Lila is already sick of it.

All because she miscalculated in a spur of the moment plan.

“Marinetteeee! Where are you,” shouts a crying Alya. The girl spots a few tourists and shoves a flier in their faces. Nino joins in with his own fliers. “Have you seen my friend Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Cutest French girl you’ve ever seen with a heart of gold. So kind she’d innocently help a stranger, unaware they’re a bad guy.” The tourists each give a half hearted ‘no’ before speed walking away.

“Walk faster Lila! Marinette can be anywhere.”

Lila puts on a concerned mask. “Of course.”

All this time wasted just because she moved some signs.

She hadn’t meant for Marinette to go missing. Only to buy some time so she can guilt trip Adrien to be her partner for the fashion expo.

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The day before, the class went to a big nature park. It’s notable for its many trails. The deeper you went into the park, the denser the trees are. They all partnered up and to her dismay she got Nathaniel instead of Adrien. The best thing about the artist is that he gets so into drawing the sights he doesn’t notice when she wanders off. It gave her more time to plot how to switch partners with the least amount of fuss.

During one of her secret plotting sessions, she heard a very loud conversation farther down the trail she’s on. Rose shouts for Marinette to not split up, and Marinette screams back a blatant lie about wanting to see a moose in the Relaxation Trial. Also to not expect her for forty minutes. Total hypocrite this girl is. ‘We can only be friends if you stop lying.’ Sure, and it’s okay for only Marinette to lie. Everyone else who does so is bad. Can’t even tell Rose you honestly want to ditch her.

When Lila noticed the Relaxation Trail sign nearby, an idea formed in her head. She ducked into a bush to hide. When Marinette ran into the trail and her map fell out of her bag Lila burst into action.

It took a little adjustment to the multiple sign post. It wasn’t too hard as the signs on the pole were already a little loose. Just needed to switch the sign that led back to the meetup with the Reflection Trial sign. According to the map, the Reflection one is a winding trial leading to a dead end. Marinette would be forced to walk all the back as the park employees told them it’s easy to get lost if you go off the trial. Aside from putting some sticks on the map, it was left mostly alone as she wanted her rival to use it to get back to base. She may not have liked Marinette, but she didn’t want anything horrible to happen to her.

By the time it got dark, Marinette still hadn’t gotten back to the meetup point. Forty minutes had already flown by. Lila hadn’t noticed as she was trying to convince Adrien to switch partners and tell everyone it was his idea. If Marinette was here the noisy girl would have interfered.

Rose’s cry of alarm got the others to find out Marinette was missing. The goodie two shoes wasn’t answering Rose’s calls. A quick check near the Relaxation Trial sign revealed Marinette’s map had flown into a bush.

The field trip went downhill from there.

The police were called. Afterwards, it’s discovered the cameras in that area were down much to Lila’s relief. Even though she feels a bit responsible, she’s not admitting to anything. Even if she did confess, it’s not like it’ll help the police. Doing so will get her in huge trouble and gain scrutiny in her actions from then on. How will telling what she did help find Marinette? It’d be for nothing.

When it comes down to it, Lila’s self preservation is above Marinette’s well being.

Some good fun will keep her mind from unpleasant things. Too bad no one besides Lila is interested in the scheduled events. This is a vacation, so going to a few events is a must. The class just want to spend time searching for Marinette. The transfer student wouldn’t have minded hanging up missing posters or spreading the word. This class takes it to another level.

Every waking moment is spent looking for Marinette. Breaks become a treasured time. They walk many miles each day. Max posts missing posters in Japanese forums. Alya bothers the police for updates. Adrien even got Chole (who stayed in Paris) to pull some strings to get more attention in the local news.

Because of Marinette’s disappearance, they have to stay in groups of at least three. No exceptions. So if Lila wants to do anything, she needs to convince any group she’s in to go with her.

It’s more challenging than expected.

Day 5

"Hey guys, why don’t we take our break inside the museum we were supposed to go to? It has air conditioning and we can look at some stuff for a bit while we’re sitting down.”

“Sorry Lila, I’m not in the mood to admire art.”

“I agree with Nathaniel. Just doesn’t feel right.”

Day 8

“Let’s go on the sightseeing tour. We can look for Marinette while we’re on it.”

“No thanks.”

“Nah, a taxi is better as we can choose where to drive.”

Day 10

“.....my leg injury is acting up. It’s okay to leave me here. I don’t mind.”

“No way Lila. We’re not leaving you alone on a bench outside Universal Studios. What if we lose you too?”

“.............”

Day 11

Lila has had it with these people. Reservations and events have been canceled. Solemn, awkward moping. Refusal to do anything but looking for Marinette. The only event left is the one she’s been most looking forward to: the fashion expo. Through some maneuvering and sneakiness, no one remembered to cancel the expo tickets.

There’s no way in hell she wants to miss this event: a lecture by Edna Mode herself. There’s rumors circling the fashion industry the famous designer is going to explore a new clothing line. Along with finding a muse for it.

The previous class activities can be let go without much struggle. Not this one, though. This could be the golden ticket to a very prestigious job. Even more than being a Gabriel model.

There’s a chance things might go right this time. The group is filled by pushovers Adrien, Rose, and Juleka. As long as she stays firm, they’ll go along with her plan.

With the directions in mind, Lila manages to slyly maneuver the group to walk outside Tokyo Big Sight. The sight of the Edna Mode banners hanging outside the arena fills her with excitement.

Lila coughs for their attention. “Guys, it’s time for our lunch break. We need the energy to keep this up.”

Rose reluctantly says, “Oh you’re right Lila. Can you pass out our lunches please?”

“Sure thing.” She reaches into the bag and whoops. There’s conveniently no lunch bags in there. “Oh no guys, there’s only water bottles in here.”

“It’s okay Lila, we can buy some food nearby.” Rose digs out her phone. “Hmm... I think there’s a cheap fast food place nearby.”

“There’s no need to look far. We can just go into the expo. They have to have some food near the entrance.”

There’s silence at her words.

Juleka narrows her eyes. “Why do I feel you just want to go to the expo?”

Lila is surprised Juleka of all people is calling her out. “No, no. It’s just, why walk more when there’s food right here.”

“Lila, do you not care about finding Marinette?,” a sad Rose asks.

“How could you say that? Of course I do! We worked so hard and we deserve a break. Marinette would understand.”

Rose snaps. “Understand? Every minute counts! We might never see Marinette ever again. She could be injured and alone, kidnapped, or worse! If one of us was missing, she wouldn’t give up.”

The fire in Rose’s eyes startles Lila. Never thought she’d see the bubbly girl break her happy persona.

“No one said anything about giving up. Besides, the police are looking-”

“That doesn’t mean we should sit by and do nothing.” Rose tears up. “It’s my fault Marinette is gone. If I didn’t let her run off on her own, she would still be here.”

Juleka gives a comforting hug to Rose.

Adrien speaks up. “I know you don’t like Marinette, but I never thought you would sink so low. It’s one thing if you’re not interested in helping. It’s another to actively interfere in something our friends care about.”

“I d-d-o care. We can pick up search after we eat.” It’s not like Lila wanted to prevent them from searching for Marinette. Ms. Bustier has forbidden anyone from being on their own. So she needed someone to be with her in order to do something.

Lila spent so much time reassuring them, they missed the lecture.

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“---Breaking News! A French teenager stopped a missile launch by terrorists. Marinette Dupain-Cheng went missing during her class’ field trip. Miraculously, she disabled their base of operations, rescued a Princess, fought against pirates, escaped on the back of a deer, got their leader to surrender to the authorities-”

“That’s our every day Ladybug.” Alya hugs the TV with tears of joy. “Obviously she’d save the day while missing.” The reporter actually hissed when a stranger tried to tell her to stop hogging the TV. No one attempted removing her after that.

Since Ms. Bustier is currently with the police to bring Marinette back, there’s no one to reign in the partying classmates. Alix somehow convinced the hotel to give them a big complementary celebration cake.

The only person not celebrating is an angry Lila. Glaring at her phone, the headlines riles her up every time she sees it.

Edna Mode’s First Baby Fashion Line

The Inspiration Behind the New Designs

“My godson is my inspiration-”

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Jack-Jack is Edna’s muse. Lol.

To save you a google search, this park mentioned in this fic is made up. It’s based on a bunch nature parks I’ve been to before. Tokyo does have parks and nature trials, though. In case you missed it, an attack happened in the late afternoon and Marinette got back at night (when it got dark) in Japan Standard Time. Keep in mind there is a 8 hour difference between these countries.

With this completed, I can finish chapter two of Dupont’s Worst Nightmare. :)

#lila salt #lila rossi #miraculous ladybug #answeredprompt #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #thesearchformarinettedupaincheng

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engagemachine · 3 years

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"You're so gentle," she tells me. They all say it. I hear it from my patients every time I take their arm to wrap the blood pressure cuff around it, or when I place my stethoscope on their belly, or when I rub circles into their back when I've helped them sit up on the side of the bed for the first time in three days. Sometimes they cry, because it's the first tender touch they've felt since they've been in the hospital. It's very humbling and at the same time very concerning -- why has no one else offered this tenderness to you? Why am I always the first?

But I don't feel gentle. Not when a pair of ribs are cracking beneath my hands as I'm doing chest compressions on a Covid patient who's stopped breathing--the second time I've administered CPR on a Covid patient in two days. I don't feel gentle when I'm wrestling with a patient and begging for them to keep their oxygen mask on. When I have to hold them down and hold them still so my coworker can draw a blood sample. I don't feel gentle when I'm inserting a nasogastric tube down someone's nose, then throat, and into their belly while they're gagging around the tube and their arms are flailing. And I don't feel gentle when I'm washing a sacral wound with bleach and they're crying because it hurts. I don't feel gentle when I have to shout, beg, and plead for patients to listen, when I tell patients they're going to die if they don't keep their oxygen mask on. I don't feel gentle when I have to place a patient in restraints, or when I call a family member and tell them that their loved one's condition hasn't improved. I don't feel gentle when a patient tells me they can't breathe, they can't breathe, I can't breathe, and I'm yelling for coworkers to call the doctor while I'm cycling through different oxygen masks and trying to administer medication to slow their respirations and calm their anxiety.

I'm writing this because I feel like I've been living a little bit behind a veneer on here, although I know deep down that's not really true; I have always wanted my blog to feel like a positive space for anyone and everyone, including myself. I come here to have fun and destress and that's why you usually don't see me reblogging content having to do with politics or global news. I think it's possible to create a healthy space where one does talk about those things and spreads awareness for important causes, but for me, Tumblr is where I come when I need to escape the harsh realities of real life. This is my platform where I can indulge in my fictional proclivities and interests, where I can appreciate art, photography, beautiful writing, my favorite films, music, and cute animals. That's what this space is about. I also have loved meeting new people and getting to know my readers and making new friends and chatting about my stories. That's why I'm here and I thank you all so, so much for indulging me in my passions and for encouraging my writing the way that you have: it has helped me weather the current storm of stress I am feeling in more ways than I could possibly convey.

But I have to be very honest with you all about how much I've been struggling lately, as I feel like I'm reaching a breaking point and I'm somewhat at a loss for how to handle it.

Since September of last year, I've been on an accelerated track to finish the degree I'm working towards, which is a Bachelor of Science in Nursing. I've been a nurse for four years, but I graduated from a two-year nursing program versus a four-year program because I wanted to get into the field earlier than some of my peers, which has been great. Anyway, my school counselor/mentor and I agreed that I could obtain my BSN in a year if I really pushed myself. The program I'm in is self-paced, which has been both a blessing and a curse. Most of my classes I have finished in about three to four weeks. Other classes, like biochemistry, took substantially longer, about seven or eight weeks, if I remember correctly. All of the classes have relied on my ability to self-teach, as there are no scheduled lectures to attend, only assigned readings and videos to watch, if you choose to do so. Fast forward to the end of May, when I went to visit some family, and, upon my return home, really started to lose some of my motivation to complete my classes. I was meant to finish my program in August (this month) but agreed with my mentor that I would take a short break and put my last three classes on hold so that I could resume the program in September. I've enjoyed approximately a month off from school, but "enjoyed" is a term I use loosely here as I was also picking up extra shifts at work because we've been so short staffed and losing nurses left and right.

Which brings me to the main cause of my stress. This pandemic has completely changed the landscape for how I administer care to my patients, and the stress of the care itself has been so utterly overwhelming at times I can hardly bear it. I broke down in tears at work on Sunday morning, shortly after 4:30 am, right there at the the nurse's station, and was sobbing so hard that my supervisor had to pull me away so that I could have some privacy. I wish I could tell you that I sobbed harder than I have in a long time--but I had sobbed at work with that same intensity just four weeks prior, only, I had been alone at the time. It's becoming a trend--I either cry at work or I cry at home--because the stress of this job has become unbearable.

I wish--I desperately wish--I could convey to you the seriousness of Covid. I think so much of the world has already decided to move on from it because they're so tired of having to deal with it and, quite simply, are ready to return to normal. I don't even know what normal is anymore and when--or if--we'll ever be able to return to it. And that has caused me a fair amount of stress and anxiety in and of itself. I miss traveling so much and I don't know when I'll be able to do it again. I haven't seen one of my best friends since the fall of 2018 for this reason, which kills me.

I've seen so much death. Transferred so many patients to the PCU and ICU. Frantically chased patients' oxygen saturation, trying to keep them from circling the drain. Being responsible for six or seven human lives at one time is a stress you cannot fathom unless you have done it yourself. I have cried with a patient, a young woman, who had lost her husband to Covid only hours before in the ER, a young woman who was now faced with battling Covid herself but also planning the funeral of her high school sweetheart from her hospital bed. I have wheeled a patient to the ICU so that he could say one final goodbye to his wife--married for over 50 years--before they pulled the plug and removed her from the ventilator. I have raced down the hallway with my patient on BIPAP, pushing his bed to the ICU and praying that he doesn't stop breathing on the way there. I've had to console crying family members over the phone who are worried about their loved ones, not to mention my crying coworkers who are as overwhelmed as I am. These are just a handful of experiences from the past month alone. There are so many more.

The discomfort of my job has become secondary. I expect, now, to be wearing an N95 for a full twelve or thirteen-hour shift because there isn't time to take it off. Not having a chance to pee or go to the bathroom during that time. Not drinking any water until I'm in my car and taking off my mask and finally taking a deep breath.

On a more personal note, I am continuing to lose weight and it's so discouraging. In high school I used to wear a size 2 or 4. Now, depending on the brand, I wear a double 00. My hair is falling out because of my stress. I haven't slept during the night in... I don't even know how long. I'm constantly tired. Exhaustion hits me like a great tidal wave and I am powerless to stop it. I expect now to crash during the middle of the day on my couch, only to wake up at 11pm and be wide awake for the rest of the night, and, if not wide awake, then in an out of nightmares and sleep paralysis. I have thought about leaving my job, but the idea of job hunting during a pandemic, and while I'm in school... it just makes me feel even more stressed.

I need a break, but it feels like there's nowhere to go to escape. I fantasize about some great adventure, going somewhere I've never been, but I also really miss my family and I'm scared to go home to visit.

This post doesn't really have a conclusive ending. I'm just exhausted and overwhelmed. Any prayers/thoughts would be greatly appreciated.

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baronesscmd · 4 years

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@anubis-005 has graciously allowed me to continue writing her sinfully delightful Nene’s Inferno Au, so I bring you the next installment. I hope you enjoy, and thank you. And go check out all her artwork; its absolutely amazing and deserves all the love!

AH! DISCLAIMER! CONTAINS SCENES OF SEXUAL INNUENDO/REFERENCES/SITUATIONS!

He dropped himself to the ground, pulling her flush against him. One hand curled around her arm as the other caught her chin, bringing her gaze directly to the smoldering golden stare that was attempting to burn her alive.

Nene's face flushed as he leaned in, tongue flicking over the sharp fangs in his mouth as he tipped his head so the heat of his words brushed against her lips.

"You won't be needing those clothes."

“EXCUSE ME?!!”

Nene felt her pulse stutter and pick up double-time as the demon leaned closer, claws pricking at the soft curve of her cheeks as her whole body burned from his implications. She tried to push away, tried to get as much space between her and the demon before her; he wasn’t having it. The hand on her arm slid around her waist, pinning her tight against his chest as he smirked.

“Oh yes, my sweet little Angel; that uniform just has to go.”

She felt those claws curl into her sash and tug, and before she could even make a sound, before she could try and push herself away; he moved. His hand slid from her waist to cup her bottom and squeeze, and she shrieked as he hauled her up and over his shoulder.

He spun on his heel, whistling as he headed deeper into the maze as she tried to get loose. Nene beat her fists against his back and kicked her legs, trying to ignore the sharp curve of his shoulder as it pressed into her belly.

Harder to ignore was the hand hooked around her knees, and the thumb that was making tiny circles against her thigh. Worse than that though, was the hand still on her butt. She struggled harder, flushing as he patted the soft curve of her cheeks.

"PUT ME DOWN! AND DONT TOUCH ME!"

Nene let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a scream as the demon chucked, pinching her as he nipped at her hip through the fabric of her dress.

"My my, aren't you a feisty one! You'll be great fun. I can already tell. But you have to behave, my Angel, or your new Master will punish you.

"And while I can guarantee you will not enjoy it, I shall have a delightful time."

She continued to struggle against him until the band around her finger began to burn. She yelped and folded, her chin bouncing into his back as she curled her hands together.

It hurt, more than anything she had ever experienced. Like something was trying to claw at her soul, to tear her open and lay her bare. She watched through her tears as the demon's tail looped around her wrists, and as suddenly as the pain had come on, it vanished.

"Ah, fun little bit about that Bond, my Angel."

She stiffened in his grasp as he drew a claw down her thigh before his fingers crept back up to pinch her.

"You cannot disobey me."

Cold stole through Nene's limbs and she went still and silent. The demon laughed, the echo of it reverberating through her own chest in a hollow imitation of joy. The tail squeezed her wrists, and she swallowed back her tears.

Beneath them, the grassy maze gave way to cobblestones, and she planted her hands against the small of his back as he spun around.

"Welcome to your new home, Angel."

Nene lifted her head, biting back a gasp at the palace before her; she had not expected something so elegant of a design in Hell. It rose from a tangle of wild roses like a crouching beast, sweeping up into the skyline like nothing she had seen.

In Heaven, the buildings had been white, and gold and silver-toned. It had felt like walking through a dream, with open shutters and friendly hellos as she passed. This was quite the opposite.

This was a nightmare of brick, wood, bone, and glass. Shadows hung from the twisted black iron of the balconies like discarded clothes, the stained glass depicting demons in different throes of lust.

Ivy twisted it's way up the cracks of the black stones, twisting around marble statues carved in obscene positions. She averted her eyes as they passed a set of skeletons, entwined together, forever frozen in the moment of completion.

And the arch of the grand doorway, before the demon carrying her turned on his heel to march her under it, was carved in stark white bone with the twisted limbs and slack faces of those who had given in to the Sin of Lust.

The inside was as hauntingly beautiful as the exterior, with dark walls and black marble floors. Golden lamps spilled light in fleeting puddles, and Nene saw more than one alcove with the entwined forms of sated bodies.

He hauled her through the dining hall, whispers rising as the few demons who happened to be awake caught sight of them. Painted mouths disappeared behind razor-tipped nails as she knew they began to gossip, and more than one pair of hungry, hooded eyes raked over her form, leaving her feeling filthy.

Nene tried to remember the twists and turns he took so she could attempt an escape, but when they passed the same low table with a couple half-concealed beneath it again, she knew he had purposely misled her.

Each path was more confusing than the last, some with high, vaulted ceilings that the light could not illuminate, and others with low curving beams that pulled the shadows close enough to touch.

And the paintings! Nene could look nowhere and find a patch of wall that was not hung with obscenities. Even what she assumed were flowers, painted in soft brush strokes, resembled a part of her own anatomy that the demon's hand was much too close to.

He took them down a long hallway, the doors at the beginning doing little to conceal the moans and cries of the pleasure-seekers within. She flushed and tried to raise her hands to cover her ears to block out the sounds, but the tail held her fast.

They turned again, and this hallway was silent but for the echo of his footsteps. His hand stroked from the curve of her waist to the back of her knee before he kicked a door open.

Nene watched with increasing panic as the heavy wooden doors fell shut behind them, lock sliding into place as her heart sank. She was trapped, completely and utterly.

She had no time to admire the room, richly decorated in swathes of black and red satin as the demon fisted his hand in the back of her dress and dumped her onto a bed.

It took her a second, as she was consumed by tangled scarlet silk and plush pillows as dark as a raven's wing, that she was not in just any bedroom, tumbled onto a sinfully soft bed.

Nene was sprawled across the sheets in the bed that belonged to the Lord of Lust, locked in this den of depravity and debauchery.

She watched with horror as he set a knee to the bed and dragged her closer, pinning her beneath his lithe form as she tried to get away, even though she knew it was useless. His mouth nipped at her throat, tongue sliding up her skin before he sucked a bruise into the tender flesh as he groaned.

"You taste like innocence and divinity. And I am going to enjoy corrupting you."

He shoved her knees apart and settled against her, and before he could side his hand from her waist to her breast or between her legs, Nene threw her arms against his chest with a cry.

She wasn't sure who was more surprised as he was tossed back, his black eyes lightening to amber as they both watched the pale gold band form around his tail. She scrambled from beneath him, not getting far before he hooked his hand around her chubby ankle.

He didn’t draw her back to him, which she found odd, but he seemed more preoccupied with the sharp flicks he made to try and fling the ring off. The swing of it was rather hypnotic, and Nene gasped as his claws bit into her skin as he yanked her down the bed.

She drew her knees up as he loomed over her, and she watched as his eyes flickered rapidly over her face, as if there was something hidden in her own gaze that would explain what had happened. His mouth split into a wicked smile and he hauled her up, locking one arm around her as she thrashed in his hold as he snapped his fingers.

Seconds later, three scantily clad demonesses hurried through the door, all wearing the same outfit of a black and white maids uniform, and dipped into deep curtsies. Nene paled as he shoved her forward; the tallest demoness, who had ripped the front of her blouse so that her very generous bust could be seen through the heart shape, caught her by the arm before she could hit the floor.

“Dress our little Angel in her new uniform; she’ll be joining you in your duties starting today.”

Nene whipped her head around as another of the demoness’ hurried away, the ruffles of her dress barely touching the top of her thighs. He couldn’t really mean to put her in something so revealing, but the sly smile as their eyes met showed that he absolutely did.

She shrieked as the demons pulled at her uniform, trying to bat their hands away to no avail. The taller one unsnapped the buttons on her collar as the other pulled her sash free, and she could do nothing as the third came back with her arms full of fabric.

They stripped her quickly and efficiently, though their touch lingered on her skin like a burn. She clung to her thin shift as they tried to pull it off, even as they knocked her off balance to remove her sandals. They couldn’t take her shift, she’d be naked; no one had ever seen her naked. The demoness caught her hands in a bruising grip and bunched the fabric in her free hand.

“Let her keep it.”

They all froze, turning to the Demon Lord reclining on his bed. His grin was as filthy as it was seductive, and Nene tried to draw her hands down to cover herself as his eyes raked over her, his tail flicking lazily against his thigh. She may as well have been completely bare before him with the way his gaze smoldered.

“Yes, M’Lord.”

She didn’t struggle as they pulled the fabric over her head and harshly tugged her braids free of the collar, didn’t comment as they shoved her into the neat black shoes, muffled a gasp as they tied the bow of her apron with enough force to nearly drive the air from her lungs.

The demons hurried out as he snapped his fingers, one poking back in briefly to drop a mop, broom, and bucket inside the door with a cruel grin before it closed behind her. Nene kept her eyes shut as he crossed the room and curled his hands around her hips.

There was nothing she could do as he twisted her from side to side and then turned her, trailing his claws across her belly as he pressed his face into her hair. She could feel the curve of his smile against the shell of her ear before he pulled away.

“You might as well look, my little Angel. You’ll be seeing yourself in it for the foreseeable future. Unless you’d like to clean in the nude.”

Nene snapped her eyes open as heat flooded her cheeks, and was surprised to find herself in a uniform that, while still inappropriate, covered much more than she was expecting. The puffed black sleeves left her arms bare, and the dark ruffles of her skirt at least came to her knees. It was actually cute, with the frilled overskirt and pink and white heart over her chest.

“By the grace of providence we had one in your size.”

She glared at him as he chuckled as he floated behind her, magicing the bucket, mop, and broom into her hands. Providence, as if; more like limitless lechery, she thought as he adjusted her headband. She truly was stuck here, this wasn’t just an elaborate nightmare.

Nene jumped with a scream as his hand smacked her bottom, cleaning supplies flying as he caught her up in his arms. That damned tail wound around her leg as if it had a mind of its own as he pinned her hands to his chest so he could twirl the ring around her finger.

“And, my little Angel; a few more things.”

He bent her nearly backward as he slid his knee between her own, the tension in her spine the only thing keeping her from sprawling back over the bed. The ring on her finger seemed to burn with the same intensity as the one tapping against her thigh.

“You will be my personal attendant; you will wake me, bring me meals if I do not dine in the hall. When I do dine in the hall, you shall serve me. Ah ah, I’m not finished,” his finger pressed against her lips to silence her protests, “You will help me bathe, and dress, and cater to any of my whims.”

His hand slid down her back to cup her bottom and bring her hips flush to his. The hard lines of his body settled against the soft curves of her own with a familiarity that made her flush.

“And I shall allow you to keep your innocence; for now.”

The press of him to the intimate place between her thighs made her whimper and tremble, and he only smirked.

“Also, you shall address me as “My Lord” or “Master” when you speak to me; is that clear, my Angel?”

Nene dipped her head and mumbled as he shifted against her, his tail tightening around her thigh like a demonic garter.

“I didn’t hear you, Angel.”

She lifted her head, meeting those blazing eyes with her own as she curled her nails into his chest and watched him wince.

“Yes, Master.”

He dipped his head, mouth a breath from hers as he pressed their bodies closer together. Heat flooded her at every point they met, and she let her eyes flicker down to his lips worriedly.

“Good girl.”

And then he was gone.

Nene sank onto the edge of the bed as he swept his hand out and the cleaning supplies disappeared with the spilled water. He pulled open the door of his room and gestured into the hall.

“Come along, unless you wish for me to take you now.”

She shot up from the bed and hurried to the entrance, shuttering as he laid his hand on the small of her back to guide her.

“You have much to see before you help me tonight, and I don’t tolerate tardiness.”

Nene felt despair sink into her soul as he led her back down those twisting halls. There were more demons now, peeking from doorways and corners as they headed to the servants quarters. Eyes followed her every step, and the whispers hung in the air like a death sentence.

The Lord of Lust had an Angel for a plaything, and wouldn’t he have fun with her?

Her master’s hand slid lower as his tail lashed against her with every step, and she bit back her tears. This was her own fault, she had gotten herself into this mess. And she would have to be the one to get herself out. There would be no Divine Intervention to save her; the Angels did not listen to the cries that rose from Hell.

If Nene wanted to escape, she’d have to do it herself.

And @anubis-005 Thank you SOOO much for this again! It is, as always, an honor and pleasure to work with you!!! <3 :3

#Nene's Inferno Au #anubis-005 #jshk #tbhk #hananene

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weloveharrypotter · 3 years

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She Chose You, Moony Pt.2

Paring: Young!Remus Lupin x Baby!reader

Summary: The marauders plus Lily were strolling the Hogsmede village when they heard a cry. That’s when they find an abandoned baby. That baby takes quite the liking on Remus.

Warning: possibly some cussing, this part is long

Remus had awoken the next morning to a clicking noise, and a flash. He opened his eyes, and looked at where it had come from. He saw James standing with a Polaroid camera in his hands, and Sirius looking at the two with an amused smile.

“What are you two doing?” Remus asked as he laid his head back down, and rubbed his eyes.

“The moment was too pure to not capture.” James responded. Motioning to his chest.

Remus looked down and saw Y/n still laying on his chest, fast asleep. Her chubby face was all squished together, because she had laid the right side of her face flat on his chest. The full short head of hair she had was also a mess.

“She’s adorable.” Remus admitted without realizing he did.

“She is, however, it is a Friday, so we need to find out what we’re doing before we get to class.” Sirius replied.

Remus nodded before he gently shook Y/n awake. After a moment of shaking Y/n woke up, but clearly wasn’t happy about it. Remus chuckled at her angry face and sat up.

“Sorry to wake you sweetheart, but we have to go.” Remus said. He stood up with her in his arms and made his way out into the common room.

“Where’s Lily?” Remus asked.

“She went to get Dumbledore.” Sirius answered. Remus’ heart stung a little bit at the thought of the little one in his arms leaving.

He brushed the feeling away and nodded. After a minute lily got back... but alone.

“Wheres Dumbledore?” James asked.

“Hey wasn’t there.” Lily said.

“We’ll have to watch for the day.” Lily added.

“How we have classes?” Remus asked.

“You guys go class, I’ll skip.” Sirius said as soon as the opportunity to skip presented itself.

“I’ll stay too.” James offered. Remus and Lily shared a look knowing leaving them to watch her wasn’t too good of and idea, but non the less, it was the only option.

“Fine but what are we going to do about breakfast? She doesn’t look old enough to eat solids.” Remus said.

“The three of us will go down and get some food. Hopefully it will have something she can eat.” James said. Remus nodded and the trio made their way out.

Remus sat down and looked at the baby in his arms. Y/n had once again fallen asleep, and Remus couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips.

After about half an hour Lily, Sirius, and James came bursting back into the common room. They had plates of food, and they were walked over to them.

Y/n had stirred awake at the noise the trio made.

“Alright.” James said putting the food on the coffee table in front of them. Remus shrunk to the floor, and put Y/n in his lap.

Remus looked over the plate of food and noticed some applesauce. He opened it and grabbed the spoon. He scooped some up and he held it up to Y/n mouth.

Y/n leaned forward and put the spoon in her mouth and ate the applesauce. They all watched in awe as Y/n sat in Remus’ lap and ate the food she was fed.

After they ate breakfast, Remus handed Y/n I’ve to Sirius and James, which prompted a lot of crying. A big part of Remus didn’t want to go but he didn’t want to miss class.

Remus and Lily made there way out and Sirius and James were left to care for a wailing Y/n.

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It had been nearly two class periods and the situation had not gotten any easier for the duo. Whenever Y/n wasn’t crying she was sitting grumpily.

Anytime Sirius or James tried to cheer her up she picked anything she could up, and chucked it at them.

Y/n started to cry again but it wasn’t a scream cry as it was before.

“No, no, no , no. It’s ok.” James said as he scooped her up, and started to rock her.

“What do we do prongs?” Sirius asked.

“We need Remus.” James said.

“I’ll go get him.” Sirius said before they ran out.

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Remus was in class but all he could think about was Y/n and how she was doing. Once the bell rang out he grabbed his stuff and left class.

As he left he turned down the hall only to stop when he saw Sirius running toward him.

“We need you?” Sirius said.

“Why? What happened?” Remus asked worried as they started to make their way back.

“We can’t get her to stop crying.” Sirius answered.

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James was holding a crying Y/n in her arms. He tried making her laugh, he tried rocking her, bouncing her, she just wouldn’t stop.

That’s when Sirius came back with Remus and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, you ok?” Remus asked Y/n as he took her from James. She looked up at him and his heart broke. Her eyes where puffy and red, and she had tear stained cheeks.

“What did you guys do?” Remus asked.

“Nothing, we’ve been going good all day.” Sirius replied.

“She keeps crying because she wants you, moony.” James said. Remus sighed.

“Alright, you two go to class, I’ll take care of her.” Remus said.

“You sure?” James asked.

“Yeah I’m good. You can go to class.” Remus replied. James nodded and made his way out.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Sirius said before he walked out.

“Ok.” Remus said with a sigh.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said. He than carried Y/n to the bathroom. Remus dried Y/n’s cheeks, and than picked her back up.

He smiled at her as he looked at her cute y/e/c eyes. Remus picked her up and took her back to the common room.

“Alright, let’s figure out what to do.” He said while looking around. That when he noticed some paper and colored pencils.

“How about that?” He said more to himself. With Y/n in his right arm and hip, he walked over and grabbed the paper.

He returned back to the coffee table, and sat down. He put Y/n next to him and gave her the utensils, and she squealed.

A smile spread across Y/n’s face when she was given the pencils. She started to draw, and Remus used this time to do Homework for the two classes he was able to attend.

After a couple minutes, Remus felt a tug. He looked to Y/n and she was holding a picture. He smiled and took it. It was a scribble but he could tell it was supposed to be a person. He assumed him.

“It’s good.” He said happily pulling her into his lap. She smiled and giggled. She didn’t understand what he said but she liked the way he said it.

He smiled at her innocent little giggle. His heart melted as she crawled back to her spot and started to draw once again.

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It was almost the end of the day. Remus was exhausted but happy. Taking care of Y/n was a lot, but he enjoyed doing it, and being around her.

He noticed that she was very artistic. She liked drawing and putting things back together. And that’s when an idea sprung to his head. He walked over to the record player as she sat drawing.

He put on a kid friendly song, even if Y/n was still too young to understand words. He turned around and saw Y/n heading straight to the fire place. He immediately scooped her up.

Thankfully the fireplace wasn’t lit, but he still didn’t want her to think she could just, crawl into fire places.

“Can’t turn my back with you huh?” He asked. Remus held her close. She leaned her head on him and he leaned his on hers gently.

Remus started to sway to the music, and sung along too. He could hear some soft giggles escape from Y/n’s mouth.

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About half an hour later school had ended. Remus sat cris cross ong the couch, with Y/n in his lap. She was playing with a colored pencil.

Remus felt bad that there was nothing actually fun for her to play with. He was happy she found a way to make do though.

Remus heard the door to the common room open. That’s when he heard the voices of not only the marauders but of Dumbledore too.

“What is this immensely important thing you must show me?” Dumbledore asked.

“Right this way.” Sirius said leading him over to the couches. Dumbledore stopped once he saw the baby.

“Why is there a baby?” He asked calmly.

“Well Uh.” James started as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“We... snuck out past curfew to Hogsmede. We were wandering around and we found her in a dirty, cold, wet box. There was a letter saying her name was Y/n, and that they couldn’t care for her.” Lily explained.

Dumbledore sighed, and contemplated the situation.

“Well I understand why you didn’t leave her there.” Dumbledore said.

“What are you going to do?” Sirius asked.

“Like are you going to take her to an orphanage?” Sirius asked. Remus’ heart broke at the sound of that.

In the day he spent with you... he grew attached. He didn’t want to let you go.

“Well, I suppose so. There really is no other option. I’d have to look at her memories first.” Dumbledore said.

“Look at her memories?” Lily asked.

Remus drowned out the conversation. Only focusing on Y/n happily playing with a pencil, as if it was a toy. He sighed. He didn’t want to loose you, he couldn’t.

“Headmaster Dumbledoor, have you ever let a student have their child stay at Hogwarts?” Remus asked interrupting the conversation.

“In my years of teaching I’ve never had one.” Dumbledore answered.

“Why?” He questioned.

“I was thinking. I’m 18, and she needs a home since I’m old enough... I could take her.” He said. He ignored the shocked faces of his friends.

“I could take care of her I would just, need your approval to have her stay here.” He explained further looking down at Y/n. Y/n had gotten boarded of the pencil and curled up in his lap, and was drifting to sleep.

“You’ve grown attached.” Dumbledore stated. Remus nodded.

“It wouldn’t be a problem with me. As long as it’s not for your roommates.” Dumbledore said liking to the other two marauders.

“No not at all.” James said quickly. He too enjoyed Y/n even if she cried a lot. It’s clear moony made her happy, and she makes his best mate happy.

“I don’t mind.” Sirius said after a moment.

“Very well, I’ll work on getting the documents. I’ll still have to cycle through her memories. Just to ensure that she’s alright, and get any information on her.” Dumbledore informed.

Remus nodded before they thanked him and he left. Remus lifted a sleeping Y/n and placed her in his chest and laid down.

“So, Remus Lupin. A father at 18 years old.” Sirius teased.

“Yeah.” Remus confirmed with a smile while looking at her.

“Oh god this baby is going to have you wrapped around her finger.” Lily chuckled.

“Looks like she already does.” James said. They all shared a laugh. Y/n subconsciously cuddled closer for warmth, and Remus wrapped his arms around her.

“Alright, let’s let the new parent have some time alone.” Lily said.

“See you later moony.” James said.

“Later prongs.” Remus replied.

Lily, Sirius, and James made their way to the dorms as Remus laid his head back. Everything just hit him. He needed to but more than just toys. He’d have to teacher to to write and draw, he still had school. Than there was his parents. And also... the full moons.

He’d have to invite his parents sometime later this month before Christmas to break the news. Lily would probably be more than willing to take her during full moons.

He sighed. He was a nervous wreak knowing that he now had this responsibility but... he doesn’t regret it. He looked down at Y/n again. He knew just by looking at her, she was going to be worth it.

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(A/N): I hope you enjoyed this part, I know it was really long. I’m going to work on the next part immediately after this. As of right now my requests are open.

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Dangerous and Divine - Part 10

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 In case you hadn’t guessed, this is my ‘Real Love for Russo’ AU. The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. A little voyeurism. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

His eyes looked huge as he gazed at you, “I, uh... think I’ve fallen in love with you.” He stroked your cheek, “And it scares the shit out of me.”

You realised you must look like a fish, your mouth had dropped open in a big O. No sound came out of it though, as your brain had frozen solid when you’d heard Billy’s words.

He looked at you, worried frown on his face, “I know! I know what you’re gonna say. It’s too fast. I think it’s too fast too! - but I can’t help how I feel. It’s like I’ve run into a wall or something. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you. Wanna be with you all the time. Wanna make love to you all the time.”

You scratched the bristly hairs under his chin, running your fingers through them and into those on his neck. Still trying to think of what to say.

“Uh, I...” you stuttered, thinking ‘good start, “...Billy, I really like you. I’m enjoying being with you, and I’ve definitely got feelings for you. Already. And it scares the living shit out of me too. Not sure exactly what they are just yet,” you smiled at him, and were relieved to see him smile back. “But, yeah, I think I’ll hang around so I can find out. If that’s OK with you.”

He was still smiling, and leaned over to kiss you softly. “That’s more than OK with me. We can both be scared together.” Your arms went round his neck, your lips dotting little kisses onto his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his lips. “Yeah - let’s do that.” His eyes were still closed and a happy little smile had appeared on his face.

Oh, and Billy?” Dark eyes opened slowly and looked at you, “You know how we didn’t use a condom?” A tiny little frown on his brow, “Yeah?” “There won’t be any mini-Russo’s running around, don’t worry. I’m on birth control.” He chuckled, “Okay, I suppose that’s good to know. Wouldn’t have been a problem if it did happen, though.” You burst out laughing, “Really? Not a problem for you, so you say, but have you thought about how it might’ve been a problem for me?”

He sat up a bit, “Well... no I guess I didn’t. Would it be that much of bad thing?” You lay down and stared up at the ceiling. After a moment or two of silence, you hummed and said, “Well, having kids is not in my immediate life plan, but I’m not ruling it out.” Billy perched his chin on your shoulder, and you turned your head to meet those deep dark eyes again. He grinned, “Okay, I hear you. Guess it’s not in my plans right now either. But I have to say, we’d make beautiful babies.”

You smiled, “Maybe... but you still aren’t getting me pregnant and locking me in the kitchen!”

Billy had just laughed, giving you more of the puppydog eyes.

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After Billy had finally enjoyed a very pleasurable joint shower the next morning - he’d been fantasising about that ever since that time she’d locked him out of her bathroom - he’d dropped her at the Chelsea café before heading out to Anvil. He had a huge smile on his face as he thought back to the two of you playing around under the warm water of her rainfall shower, having immense fun and indulging each other with erotic pleasures.

But then his smile faded a little bit. His mind had moved on and was now playing over their conversation from the previous evening. Should he have told her how he felt? Not that he’d meant to, to be honest, but his sex-drowsy brain and loved-up mindset had let his mouth just blurt it out. It wasn’t like he was lying or anything, he’d just not planned for it to happen that way or at that particular time. She hadn’t said she was in love with him, but he was very pleased that she’d actually admitted she had feelings for him, which was good enough for him for the time being.

He was making his second cup of coffee by the time Frank arrived, so made him one too. The two buddies lounged back in their chairs, sipping at their caffeine hits, and Billy started catching Frank up with the dramas of the previous day, who listened with an increasingly amazed look on his face.

When Billy got to the bit about Madani’s visit to Anvil and what she’d done as soon as she arrived, Frank swore out loud and said angrily that he shouldn’t leave it like that, he should report her. Billy sighed, “Now’s not the time, Frankie. My girl’s got the right idea, she wants to wait till the case is done and then we’ll see. Madani’s crazy mad enough right now without us stirrin’ up more trouble for her.”

Frank grumbled, “Even more unhappy havin’ to work with her now. She’s a loose cannon.”

Billy shrugged, “You know we don’t have a choice, Frankie. And it was my dumb idea to lead her on in the first place.” He looked over at him, “This hotel meet tomorrow should bring this whole fuckin’ thing to a close.”

Their case was coming to a head. There had been shady goings-on back in Afghanistan when the two friends had been in the Marines, involving black ops and drug-smuggling which had led to Madani’s then-partner getting killed, and Billy getting his Anvil funding from CIA bad guy Rawlins. He was dead now too. And Madani was determined to get his remaining accomplices, one way or another. Homeland was using an undercover agent to lure them into a trap with the promise of selling them video and phone tap evidence, and Homeland had agreed to work jointly with Anvil on it.

Frank and Billy had insider knowledge which was crucial to keeping the undercover agent safe from discovery. They were originally arrested after the gun battle which ended Rawlins’ life because Anvil had muscled in on the confrontation between him and Homeland, and Frank had killed Rawlins in the course of it. Once the remaining two accomplices were under arrest - tomorrow hopefully - Homeland had promised Billy and Frank that all pending charges against them would be dropped.

Frank frowned, looking like a huge irate teddy bear, “It better,” he said darkly.

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You were immersed in paperwork, but your mind kept wandering. It was a busy little bee. All the stuff that had happened yesterday... it was a lot to take in. Madani’s two visits to you, her full-on assault of Billy, and then... Billy and what he’d said. Yeah, those three little words.

You could tell by his eyes when he’d said it that he’d surprised himself. At least he was as scared as you were. Did you love him? Really not sure. You definitely had feelings for him, that was for damn sure. When Madani had told you she was seeing Billy, you could have cheerfully murdered her. And again, when Billy told you what she’d done to him.

He’d told you this morning that in all honesty, if you hadn’t been in his life, his prior persona would have just let her carry on with it. You’d appreciated that he was being completely truthful with you, about that and also about stopping her in her tracks. He’d actually seemed quite shocked about how she’d behaved. And really not looking forward to seeing her again.

But he’d also told you that the case should be coming to a close tomorrow, and he couldn’t wait for it to be done and dusted. He also said he had a surprise for you which he’d tell you about tonight.

A smile crept onto your lips as you thought about seeing him that night. He was going to pick you up at your place and then head over to his, as he was cooking you dinner this time.

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Billy was flitting around his kitchen area, tea towel over his shoulder, wooden spoon in hand, picking up and moving pots and pans around his cooker, and basically just being a domestic god.

You were sipping wine, sitting at his kitchen table and watching this vision unfold in front of you, as you’d been told that you weren’t allowed to help. He looked edible, never mind the food - which smelt delicious. Billy was making pasta with meatballs in a tomato sauce, joking that it wasn’t quite as fancy as the lunch you’d made for him. And he’d also sliced fresh crusty bread with some olive oil and balsamic vinegar alongside for dipping.

“How’d it go with Mizzzz Madani today?” you asked, drawing out the “Ms” mockingly, dying to know what had happened. You could hear his sigh from where you were sitting. He looked over his shoulder at you, running a hand through his hair and frowning as he did, “Uhhhh... how can I put it? Really. Fuckin’. Awkward.”

He turned back to the food steaming away on the cooker top, continuing, “She just literally glared at me for the whole briefing. Like if she’d had knives with her, they’d all be stuck in me right now. Didn’t speak a word to me the whole time.”

“You know, Billy - that really fuckin’ annoys me! She’s the one who created the whole situation.”

Again a sigh, “Well, like I said to Frankie before the meeting, it was my dumb ass that thought leadin’ her on was a good way of getting her to keep us in the loop.”

“Yeah, you’re right but listen, she escalated this beyond reason when she stalked me and jumped you! You know what, Billy, once this is done and you and Frank are free and clear, I’m going after her ass.”

Billy started dishing up, chuckling as he did so, “That’s my girl!” “Billy, I reckon she thought I’d crumble when she marched into my café with her power dressing and big shiny badge. She picked the wrong person to piss off!” Strolling across to the table, Billy put the two plates of food down along with the cutlery, leant in and kissed you long and slow. “Mmmm,” he grinned, “yeah, she really did!”

His eyes softened, and he whispered, “I love you.” “Oh Billy,” you whispered back, and kissed him. Then you drew back, looking down at your dinner, “This looks and smells amazing!” “Stop changing the subject,” he grinned, sitting down and starting to eat. “Now that I told you, I’m just gonna keep saying it to you, and one time you might say it back to me!” You stroked his jaw, dragging your fingers through his beard, “You big sap.” He nodded, “Uhuh.”

“Now, tomorrow...” he continued, “...we’re finishing this thing. Can’t tell you details, but we’re gonna be based in one of the big hotels downtown. I’ve booked a room. Can you bunk off work to spend some time with your boyfriend? Sexy times in a fancy hotel room before he goes on his mission... and afterwards?”

You smirked, “Might do. If he makes it worth my while.” Bigger smirk from him, “He will, you can bank on it.”

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Billy had dropped you home after dinner; he had to head back to Anvil as he, Frank and their team needed to get prepped for the next day. You felt quite giddy when you realised he’d taken time out just to make you dinner. Maybe you did love this guy!

You texted Jake & Jen to say you’d decided to take the next day off, but they could of course get in touch with you if need be.

Jake: No problem, have a great day off 😌

Jen: Lucky you!!!! 😉🥵

You laughed at Jen’s reply, cheeky woman! She’d guessed exactly what you’d be up to on your day off.

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Packing an overnight bag after you’d showered and dressed very early the next morning, you made sure to include some pretty lingerie. Billy was in for a treat.

Speak of the devil. Your phone chimed with a new text.

Your Boyfriend: I’m outside your place, my angel 😘

You: Do you have to be on time, all the time? 🙄😌

Your Boyfriend: Ex-Marine, darling 🥷😉😘

You: OK big boy, I’ll be down in 5 😘

Your Boyfriend: 🍒🍆😈

Twenty minutes later, you were driven into the hotel’s underground carpark in Billy’s SUV (no Wraith today!) and he asked you to wait in the car until he came back for you. Once he returned with the keycard, he took you up to the lifts via the fire exit stairs, so you wouldn’t have to walk through the lobby. Very cloak and dagger, you thought.

The hotel room was very fancy indeed, all boutique hotel chic. You’d just put your large tote bag down beside the bed, when two arms grabbed you, spun you round and threw you onto the bed. Billy nuzzled into your neck, making low growling sounds. His hands got busy unfastening your shirt, so you started on his, both of you kissing each other’s skin wherever you could reach it.

Billy groaned, “Angel... sorry, this is gonna have to be a really quick thing, m’nearly due to get kitted up for this fuckin’ op.” “That’s okay,” you gasped, “just get your clothes off, Russo.” He grinned, sitting up on his knees and stripping off his shirt, followed by his boots, jeans and CK boxer briefs. You were just lying there, eyes drinking in that fine body of his, until he took hold of his erection and gave himself a few strokes, stiffening even more. That snapped you out of your trance, and you sat up and stripped off your clothes quick as a flash.

You and Billy then kind of leapt on each other at the same time, and you found yourself tumbling backwards again onto the huge bed with Billy on top of you. He slid two fingers gently inside you before finding your clit and rubbing at it hard with his thumb. He was kissing your neck and then your breasts, licking your nipples roughly, making you give little squeals.

His fingers left you, and you felt him move his hard cock between your legs with his hand. He pushed inside with one big thrust and you gave a big, deep sigh at how good he felt inside you. Hearing Billy sigh out your name as he buried himself in you, you thought you also heard a click. Billy was kissing you hungrily and had started thrusting into you at a pretty fast pace. All thoughts of anything else went out of your head.

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Dinah Madani had calmed down quite a lot over the last 24 hours.

She’d drunk herself into oblivion when she’d got home after leaving Anvil, and had to sit through that excruciating briefing with Russo and Castle the next day nursing a raging hangover. Did she regret what she’d done? Any of it? No, she didn’t.

To put it mildly, she wanted Billy Russo, and had thought she was going to get him. While she knew that she’d lost her head over him, that she’d looked so desperate when she’d jumped him in his office, she really didn’t give a shit. Madani had decided to take a shot at getting him back, and she’d taken it.

It hadn’t worked. That had really surprised as well as humiliated her. What did that bitch have that she didn’t? Anyhow, yeah - he’d kicked her to the curb, so she was just going to have to take it on the chin and move on. Not that she was happy about it, and easier said than done.

She’d decided to hunt Russo down in his room and go over some last-minute details with him. And if she was honest, maybe see if being in a hotel bedroom with him changed the dynamic any. The hotel manager had given her a master keycard as she was Agent-in-Charge of this undercover op. She was going to go in unannounced she decided, well she was the boss on this op after all. Maybe Russo would be in the shower, she mused to herself, with a pleasurable thrill.

As she opened the door and walked in, about to call out his name, what she saw did not please her in the slightest. Billy Russo’s naked tight ass thrusting up and down, him sighing and groaning out loud, lying in between a pair of legs, and she could just guess who they belonged to.

Wanting to turn round and get the hell out of there, Madani found herself rooted to the spot. It was like car crash TV... she just couldn’t bring herself to look away. So, she stood there and just watched.

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What Happens In Vegas... {9}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses, Feyre x Rhysand, Modern AU, fanfiction.

Summary: For Feyre’s twenty-first birthday, her best friend took her to Las Vegas for a weekend of fun she could never forget. She’s going home with a lot more than memories.

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We spent the afternoon back down in the recording studio with Drakon, Azriel and Cassian. When Rhys wasn’t playing, he’d pull me onto his lap. When he was busy on guitar, I listened in awe of his talent. He didn’t sing, so I remained in the dark about the lyrics. But the music was beautiful in a raw, rock ’n’ roll sort of way. Cass seemed pleased with the new material, bopping his head along in time. Even Azriel was more vocal in general, speaking up with ideas, criticisms, and praises.

Drakon beamed behind the splendid board of buttons and dials. “Play that lick again, Rhys.” My husband nodded and his fingers moved over the fretboard, making magic.

Miryam had been busy while we’d been upstairs, starting on unpacking the collection of boxes. When she made a move to return to the job in the early evening I went with her. Unasked or not, it wasn’t fair that she got lumped with the task on her own. Plus, it pleased my inner need to organize. I snuck back downstairs now and then as the hours passed, stealing kisses, before heading back up to help Miryam again. Rhysand and co remained immersed in the music. They’d come up seeking food or drink but returned immediately to the studio.

“This is what it’s like when they’re recording. They lose track of time, get caught up in the music. The number of dinners Drakon has missed because he simply didn’t realize what time it was;” said Miryam, hands busy unpacking the latest box.

“It’s their job, but it’s also their first love,” she continued, dusting off an Asian-style bowl. “You know that one old girlfriend that’s always hanging around the fringes, drunk dialing them at all hours and asking them to come over?”

I laughed. “How do you deal with never getting to come first?”

She smiled as she looked over at me. “You have to strike a balance. Music’s a part of them that you have to accept, hon. Fighting it won’t work. Have you ever been really passionate about something?”

“Yes,” I breathed, answering honestly, eyeing up another stringed instrument I’d never seen the likes of. It had intricate carving encircling the sound hole. “I love to paint. Life is easier to understand when I have a paintbrush in my hand. But responsible adults don’t paint for a living. There’s no way I can guarantee that I’ll pay the bills selling my art.” I stopped, grimaced. “God, I sound like my father.”

“You can totally, absolutely paint for a living, if you so choose,” she said, like it was the absurd thing to say I couldn’t. “If it’s your passion, then you owe it to yourself to give it a shot. But sometimes, it takes time to build it up for a living. Honing your craft and keeping the dedication, until that’s a possibility, that’s being a responsible adult.”

I smiled, understanding what she meant. I wish my father could have seen it that way. Instead, he saw painting as a waste of time, money and effort. “What about you? What’s your passion?”

“I was a born and bred photographer.”

“That’s great.” I meant it, those who could see the world through a lens were amazing to me.

Miryam smiled, her gaze going distant. “That’s how Drakon and I met. I went on tour for a couple of days with the band he was in at the time. I ended up going right around Europe with them. We got married in Rome at the end of the tour and we’ve been together ever since.”

“That’s a wonderful story,” I replied.

“Yeah,” Miryam sighed. “It was a wonderful time.”

I asked, “Did you study photography in college?”

“No, my father taught me everything I know. He worked for National Geographic. He put a camera in my hand at age six and I refused to give it back. The next day he brought me an old second-hand one. I carried it everywhere I went. Everything I saw was through its viewfinder. Well, you know what I mean… The world made sense when I looked at it that way. Better than that, it made everything beautiful, special.” She pulled a couple of books out of a box, adding them to the shelves built into one wall. We’d already managed to half fill them with various books and mementoes.

“You know, Rhys has dated a lot of women over the years. But he’s different with you. I don’t know…” She paused and turned back to me. “The way he watches you, I think it’s adorable. It’s the first time he’s brought anyone here in six years.”

That surprised me. “Why was the place empty so long?”

Miryam’s smile faded and she avoided my eyes. “He wanted it to be his place to come home to, but then things changed. The band was just hitting it big. I guess things got complicated. He could explain it to you best.”

“Right,” I said, intrigued, but knowing it wasn’t a conversation I needed to have with her. I needed to have it with Rhys.

Miryam sat back on her haunches, looking around the room. “Listen to me rambling on. We’ve been at this all day. I think we deserve a break.”

With a relieved sigh, I fell back onto my ass and said, “I second that.”

Nearly half the boxes were open. The contents we couldn’t think of an immediate home for were lined up along one wall. A big plush black couch had been delivered. It fit the house and its owner perfectly. With various rugs, pictures and instruments strewn about, the place had almost begun to look like a home. I wondered if Rhysand would approve. Easily, I could picture us spending time here when I wasn’t in classes. Or maybe holidays would be spent touring. Our future was a beautiful, dazzling thing, filled with promise.

In the here and now, however, I still hadn’t caught up with Joey. A fact that caused me great guilt. Explaining this situation didn’t appeal and nor did confessing my fast-growing feelings for Rhys.

“Come on, let’s go grab some food from down the road. The bar does the best ribs you’ve ever tasted. Drakon goes crazy for them,” said Miryam.

“Let me run downstairs, I’ll let them know we’re going. Do I need to change?” I had on the black jeans and tank top, a pair of Converse. They were the only shoes I’d been able to find among Amarantha’s buys that didn’t feature four-inch-plus heels. Miryam wore jeans and a white shirt, with a heavy turquoise necklace around her throat. It was casual in theory, but Miryam was a striking woman.

“You’re dressed fine,” she said. “Don’t worry. It’s very relaxed.”

The sound of music still drifted up from downstairs. When I went down there, the door was shut and the red light was on. I could see Drakon with headphones on, busy at the console. I’d forgotten to charge my phone with all the recent excitement, but I didn’t have Rhys’s phone number so I couldn’t have texted him anyway. I didn’t want to interrupt. In the end, I left a note on the kitchen bench. We wouldn’t be gone long. Rhys probably wouldn’t even notice.

The bar was a traditional wooden wonderland with a big jukebox and three pool tables. Staff called out “hello”s to Miryam as we walked in. No one even blinked at me, which was a relief. The place was packed. It felt good to be back out among people, just part of the crowd. Miryam had phoned ahead but the order wasn’t ready yet. Apparently the kitchen was every bit as busy as the bar. We grabbed a couple of drinks and settled in to wait. It was a nice place, very relaxed. There was lots of laughter and country music blared from the jukebox. My fingers tapped along in time.

“Let’s dance,” said Miryam, grabbing my hand and tugging me out of my chair. She bopped and swayed as I followed her onto the crowded dance floor.

It felt good to let loose. Lady Antebellum turned into Kane Brown and I raised my arms, moving to the music. A guy came up behind me and grabbed my hips but he backed up a step when I shook my head with a smile. He grinned back at me and kept dancing, not moving away. A man spun Miryam and she whooped, letting him draw her into a loose hold. They seemed to know each other.

When the guy beside me moved a little closer I didn’t object. He kept his hands to himself and it was all friendly enough. I didn’t know the next song but it had a good beat and we kept right on moving. My skin grew damp with sweat, my hair clinging to my face.

Dude One moved away and another took his place, slipping an arm around my waist and trying to pull me in against him. I planted my hands on his chest and pushed back, giving him the same smile and head shake that had worked on the last. He might have been only about my height, despite the huge hat, but he was built solid. He had a big barrel of a chest and he stank of cigarette smoke

“No,” I said, still trying to push him off me. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, darlin’,” he yelled in my ear, knocking me in the forehead with the brim of his hat. Ow. “Dance with me.”

A little more forcefully, I said, “Let go.”

He grinned and both of his hands slapped down hard on my ass. The jerkoff started grinding himself against me.

“Hey!” I pushed against him, getting nowhere. “Get off me.”

“Darlin’.” The letch leaned in to kiss me, smacking me in the nose with the brim of his hat again. It hurt. Also, I hated him. If I could just wiggle my leg between his and knee the asswipe in the groin, I’d be able to even the playing field. Or leave him writhing on the floor crying for his mommy. An outcome I was fine with.

I shoved my foot between the two of his, getting closer to my objective. Closer…

“Let her go.” Rhys miraculously appeared out of the crowd beside us, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Oh, shit. He looked ready to kill.

“Wait your turn,” the cowboy yelled back, pushing his pelvis into me. God, it was disgusting. Puking could happen. It would be no less than he deserved.

Rhysand snarled. Then he grabbed the man’s hat and sent it flying off into the crowd. The man’s eyes went round as plates and his hands dropped away from me.

I skipped back a step, free at last. “Rhys—.”

He looked at me and in that moment, the cowboy swung. His fist clipped Rhys’s jaw. His head snapped back and he stumbled. The cowboy dove at him. They landed hard, sprawled across the dance floor. Fists flew. Feet kicked. I could barely see who did what. People formed a circle around them, watching. No one was doing anything to stop it. Blood spurted, spraying the floor. The pair rolled and pushed and Rhys came out on top. Then just as fast he fell aside. My pulse pounded behind my ears. The violence was startling. I hated it. The blood and the dirt, the mindless rage.

But I couldn’t just stand by, caught in a cold stupor. I wouldn’t.

A strong hand grabbed my arm, halting my forward momentum.

“No,” said Cass.

Then he and another couple of guys stepped in. Relief poured through me. Cass and Az wrestled Rhysand off the cowboy. Another pair restrained the bloody-faced fool who bellowed on and on about his hat. Goddamn idiot.

They hustled Rhys out of the bar, dragging him backward. Through the front doors and down the steps they went while his feet kicked out, trying to get back into it. And he kept right on fighting until they threw him up against Cassian’s big black truck.

“Knock it off!” Cass yelled in his face. “It’s over.”

Rhys slumped against the vehicle. Blood seeped from one nostril. His dark hair hung in his face. Even in the shadows he looked swollen, misshapen. Not half as bad as the other guy, but still.

“Are you okay?” I stepped closer to check the extent of his wounds.

“I’m fine,” he said, shoulders still heaving as he stared at the ground. “Let’s go.”

Moving in slow motion, he turned and opened the passenger side door, climbing in. With a mumbled goodbye, Miryam and Drakon headed for their own car. A couple of people stood on the steps leading into the bar, watching. One guy held a baseball bat as if he expected further trouble.

“Feyre. Get in the car.” Azriel opened the door to the back seat and ushered me in. “Come on. Cops could be coming. Or worse.”

Worse was the press. I knew that now. They’d be all over this in no time.

I got in the truck.

*******************

Cassian and Azriel disappeared as soon as we got home. Rhys stomped up the stairs to our bedroom. Was it really ours? I didn’t have a clue. But I followed. He turned and faced me as soon as I entered the room. His expression was fierce, dark brows down and his mouth a hard line. “You call that giving us a chance?”

Whoa.

I licked my lips, giving myself a moment. “I call it going out to pick up some food. The kitchen was running late so we got a beer. We liked the music so we decided to get up to dance for a couple of songs. Nothing more.”

“He was all over you,” he snapped.

I blinked, surprised by his sudden anger. “I was about to knee him in the balls.”

“You left without a fucking word!” he shouted.

“Don’t yell at me,” I said, searching for a calm I didn’t have in me just then. “I left you a note in the kitchen.”

He shoved his hands through his hair, visibly fighting for calm. “I didn’t see it. Why didn’t you come talk to me?”

“The red light was on. You were recording and I didn’t want to disturb you.” I could understand his frustration with the dude at the bar, but I didn’t know where this was coming from. “We weren’t supposed to be gone for long.”

Bruised face furious, he walked a few steps away then turned and marched back. No calmer from what I could tell despite the pacing. But at least he seemed to be trying. His temper was the third person in the room and it took up all the damn space. “I was worried. You didn’t even have your phone on you, I found it on the fucking table. Miryam’s phone kept going to voicemail.”

“I’m sorry you were worried.” I held out my hands, out of excuses for both of us. “I forgot to charge my phone. It never happens, but things have been a little crazy the past few days, you know that. I’ll try to be more careful from now on. But Rhys, nothing was going on. I’m allowed to leave the house.”

He ran a hand through his hair and said, “Fuck. I know that. I just…”

“You’re doing your thing, and that’s great—.”

“This was some sort of fucking punishment?” He forced the hard words out through gritted teeth. “Is that it?”

“No, of course not,” I sighed. Quietly.

“So you weren’t trying to get picked up?”

I blinked. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Slapping him upside the head wasn’t out of the question. I kept my clenched fists safely at my side, resisting the urge.

He asked, “Why’d you let him touch you?”

“I didn’t. I asked him to move back and he refused. That’s when you arrived.” I rubbed at my mouth with my fingers, fast running out of patience. “We’re just going around in circles here. Maybe we should talk about this later when you’ve had a chance to calm down.” Hands shaking, I turned toward the door.

“You’re leaving? Fucking perfect.” He threw himself back onto the bed. Laughter wholly lacking in humor came out of his mouth. “So much for us sticking together.”

I didn’t understand what was happening. “What? No. I don’t want to fight with you, Rhys. I’m going downstairs before we start saying shit we don’t mean. That’s all.”

“Go,” he said, his voice harsh. “I fucking knew you would.”

“Gods,” I growled, turning back to face him. The desire to scream and shout at him, to try to make some sense of this, boiled over inside of me. “Are you even listening to me? Are you hearing me at all? I’m not leaving you. Where is this coming from?”

He didn’t answer, just stared at me, eyes accusing. It made no sense.

I almost tripped getting back to him, my feet fumbling. Landing on my face would be perfect. It was exactly where this was heading. I didn’t even understand what we were fighting about anymore, if I ever had.

“Who are you comparing me to here?” I asked, every bit as angry as him now. “Because I am not her.”

He kept right on glaring at me.

“Well?” I asked.

His lips stayed shut and my frustration and fury skyrocketed. I wanted to grab him and shake him. Make him admit to something, anything. Make him tell me what the hell was really going on.

I crawled onto the bed, getting in his face. “Rhys, talk to me!”

Nothing.

Fine.

I pushed back with trembling legs and tried to crawl off the mattress. He grabbed at my arms, trying to hold on. And like fuck he was. I pushed back hard. All brawling limbs, we tumbled off the bed and rolled onto the floor. His back hit the hardwood floor. Immediately, he rolled us again, putting me on the bottom. My blood pounded behind my ears. I kicked and pushed and wrestled him with all the angst he’d inspired in me. Before he could get his bearings I rolled us again, regaining the uppermost position. He couldn’t stop me, the bastard. Escape was imminent.

But it didn’t happen.

Rhys grabbed my face in both hands and mashed his lips to mine, kissing me with everything he had. I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped in. The kiss was rough and wet. Breathing was an issue. It seemed we both had some anger management issues and neither of us entirely refrained from biting. With his bruised mouth, he definitely had the most to lose. It wasn’t long before the metallic taste of blood hit my tongue.

He pulled back with a hiss, fresh blood on his swollen top lip. “Fuck.”

He grabbed my hands. I didn’t make it easy on him, struggling for all I was worth. But he was stronger. He pinned them to the floor above my head with relative ease. The press of his hard-on between my legs felt exquisite, it drove me insane. And the more I bucked against him, the better it got. Adrenaline had already been pouring through me, amping me up. The need to have him sat just below the surface, prickling my skin, making me hyper aware of everything.

So this was angry sex. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt him, not really. But there were other ways to assert myself in this situation. He came back to my mouth and I nipped him again in warning.

A mad smile appeared on his face. It probably matched my own. We were both panting, fighting for air. Both stubborn as hell. Without another word he released my wrists and drew back. Quickly, he grabbed my waist and turned me over, pulling me up onto my elbows and knees. Arranging me how he wanted me. Rough hands tore at the button and zip on my jeans. He yanked down my pants and crazily overpriced thong, body poised over mine.

His hands smoothed over my ass. Teeth dragged over the sensitive skin of one cheek, just above the tattoo of his name. A hand slipped beneath to cup my sex. The press of his fingers against me had me seeing stars. When they started stroking me, working me higher, I couldn’t hold back my moan. He nipped me on the ass again, a sharp sting of sensation. Then he pressed kisses up my spine. Stubble from his chin scratched my shoulder.

The lack of words, the absolute silence apart from our heavy breathing made it more. It made it different.

One finger slid inside me. Not nearly enough, damn it. He slid in a second finger, stretching me a little. Once, twice, he slowly pumped it into me. I pushed back against his hand, needing more. Next came the sound of the bedside drawer sliding open as he searched for a condom. His fingers slid out of me and the loss was excruciating. I heard his zipper being lowered, the rustle of clothes and the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then his cock pressed against me, rubbing over my opening. He pushed in slow and steady, filling me up until there was nothing left that wasn’t me and him. For a moment he stopped, letting me adjust.

But not for long.

Hands gripped my hips and he began to move. Each thrust was a little faster and harder than the last. Labored breathing and the slap of skin against skin swallowed the silence. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air. I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, spurring him on. It was nothing like the sweet and slow of this morning. Neither of us was tender. My jeans shackled me at the knees, making me slip forward a little with each thrust. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place. He stroked over something inside me and I gave a startled gasp. Again and again, he concentrated on that spot, making me mindless. I felt superheated. Like fire burned through me. Sweat dripped off my skin. I hung my head, closed my eyes and held onto the floor with all my might. My voice called out without my consent, saying his name. Damn it. My body wasn’t my own. I came hard, overwhelmed with sensation. My back bowed and I threw my head back, every muscle drawn tight.

Rhys pounded into me, hands slipping over my slick skin, reaching forward and grabbing my hair in his fist. I continued to come, the orgasm seeming to go on forever and ever, the tug on my roots only adding fuel to the fire. He came a moment later, releasing his hold on my hair, groaning my name in the most erotic way, holding himself deep. His face rested against my back, one arm wrapped around my body, which was lucky. I’d lost all traction. Slowly I slid to the floor.

In silence, he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, sat me on the sink. Without fuss he dealt with the condom, started running a bath, holding a hand beneath the faucet to check the temperature. He undressed me like I was a child, pulling off my sneakers and socks, my jeans and panties. He tugged off my shirt and unclasped my bra. His own clothes were ripped off with far less care. I felt curiously naked with him now, the way he was treating me. Being so careful with me despite my biting and inexperience. He treated me like I was precious. Like I was a china doll. One he could apparently have rough sex with upon occasion. Once more, he checked the water, then he picked me up again and into the bath we went.

I huddled against him, my skin cooling off fast. He held me tighter, resting his cheek against the top of my head.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he said finally. “I didn’t mean it, accusing you of shit like that. I just… Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Rough wasn’t a problem, but the trust issue… We’re going to need to talk about it sometime.” I rested my head against his shoulder, staring up into his troubled eyes.

His chin jerked as he gave me a tight nod.

I quietly said, “But right now, I’d like to talk about Vegas.”

The arms around me tensed. “What about Vegas?”

I stared back at him, still trying to think everything through. Not wanting to get this wrong, whatever this was.

Marriage, that’s what it was.

Shit.

“We’ve covered a lot of ground in the last twenty-four hours,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess we have,” he replied, looking down at me.

I held up my hand, my sparkly ring. The size of the diamond didn’t matter. That Rhysand had put it on me was what made it important. “We talked about lots of things. We slept together, and we made promises to each other, important ones.”

He nodded. “You regretting any of it?”

My hand slid around the back of his neck. “No. Absolutely not. But if you woke up tomorrow, and you’d somehow forgotten all of this. If it was all gone for you, like it had never happened, I would be furious at you.”

His forehead wrinkled and he looked away.

I added, “I’d hate you for forgetting all this when it’s meant everything to me.”

He licked his lips and turned off the tap with a foot. Without the water gushing out, the room quieted instantly.

“Yeah,” he said. “I was angry.”

“I’m not going to let you down like that again.”

Beneath me his chest rose and fell heavily. “Okay.”

“I know it takes time to learn to trust someone.” I carefully turned his face back to mine. “But in the meantime, I need you to at least give me the benefit of the doubt.”

“I know.” Wary, violet eyes watched me.

I sat up and reached for the washcloth on the edge of the bath. “Let me clean you up a little.”

A dark lump sat on his jaw. Blood lingered beneath his nose and near his mouth. He was a mess. A big red mark was on his ribs.

“You should see a doctor,” I said.

He shook his head. “Nothing’s broken.”

Carefully, I wiped the blood from the side of his mouth and beneath his nose. Seeing him in pain was horrible. Knowing I was the cause made my stomach twist and turn. “Tell me if I press too hard.”

“You’re fine.”

“I’m sorry you got hurt. In the bar tonight, and in Vegas. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

His eyes softened and his hands slid over me. “I want you to come back to LA with me. I want you with me. I know school will start back eventually and we’re gonna have to work something out. But whatever happens, I don’t want us apart.”

I shook my head. “We’re not going to be.”

“Promise?” He breathed, leaning down to kiss me.

“Promise.”

#what happens in vegas #snelbz whiv #feysand #snelbz tacmc collab #snacmc #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf

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kenjis-international-harvester · 3 years

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Yosano Angst but with a Nice Ending

Hi y’all! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in awhile. It’s been a wild ride these past couple of weeks, but here’s a new fic for everyone! It’s not in my usual style, but I thought of it sometime back and thought it might be fun to post! So I hope this goes well!

Spoilers: Manga spoilers for around chapter 70, none of this is in the anime yet, some spoilers for Kunikida’s background

TW: None

I based this fic during the time that I believe the three newest ADA members to join the agency were Kunikida, Katai, and Dazai. It is also based only a couple of years after Yosano joined the agency, so her past is still a bit fresh.

Yosano stared at her mug that lay shattered on the ground, the coffee it once held pooling around the pieces. It almost moved as if it were never a liquid at all. She had put so much sugar in it that it had become sticky and slow, but some of it had carried with the ceramic bits as they went skittering across the floor, leaving a distinctive splatter pattern. It almost reminded her of--

“Yosano, are you okay?”

She snapped her head a little too fast toward the voice. She must have been glaring at her broken mug too long because her sudden movement made Katai jump. He looked so taken aback from such a quick change in her demeanor. Am I really so terrifying to him?

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just didn’t sleep well last night.” Her voice came out sternly, it was a bit much even for her liking, but it was hard not to sound upset when she got that way though, loosing sleep, tense all the time...

Katai glanced nervously between her and the shards still on the ground. “You know, if you ever need to talk about it, we’re here for you.”

She looked around the room. Dazai, Kunikida, and Katai were the only ones there since the Director and Ranpo had gone out on a case, which left the three of them giving her their full attention. She didn’t want them though, they could never understand everything. She wanted her family.

“I said I’m fine Katai. You can go back to work, and I’ll clean up the mess.” She knelt down and started collecting the pieces. Katai looked back at Kunikida as she did this. Surely, he wouldn’t leave her in such a state, but he was surprised to find Kunikida still at his desk, waving with his hand, encouraging him to help.

“Hey, Yosano. Maybe we could ju--”

“I SAID I’M FINE.” Katai backed away at the change in tone. Yosano had never yelled at him. She looked up as he moved away. They will always be afraid.

Yosano looked to the ground as she stood up, the heat rising to her face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout at you Katai.”

Dazai hopped out of his seat, and headed to the door, drawing Kunikida’s attention away from the mess on the floor.

“And where do you think you’re going in the middle of work?” Dazai turned at Kunikida’s words and gave a smirk.

“Oh, you know, out to make sure I don’t get some treatment from our favorite doctor here.”

That was the breaking point. Yosano rushed past Dazai and out of the room, Kunikida’s bellowing voice following after her. She couldn’t hear what the exact words were. He’s probably asking me to wait up, but there’s no point if I’m not wanted here.

Yosano made it the street outside the Agency before a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

“I said to hold up!” Of course it was Kunikida, why wouldn’t it be? She felt the tears well-up in her eyes, and it felt as if a hand had closed around her throat, making it hard to breathe. I can’t believe I’m about to cry. Here? Now? How much more embarrassing could this get?

Kunikida softened his gaze once he realized. “Hey, why don’t we talk about it?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. There’s no point! You should leave too before I hurt you as well. I’m just the Angel of Death after all.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing. Dazai was right about me. He just joined the agency a week ago, and he already knows how terrible my power is, the way it torments others. I just cause you guys to suffer.”

“Yosano, tell me what’s going on.”

“NO! I don’t have to tell you anything! Why can’t you just leave things alone that aren’t your business for once?!”

Kunikida gave her a stern glare. “You can’t be acting so childishly.”

“I don’t care how you think I should be acting. I just don’t want to hurt people anymore.” Her voice cracked in the last words, and she slumped down onto the curb of the road, burring her face in her arms. Kunikida sat next to her.

“Seriously, you have to open up about this. The Director left me in charge while Ranpo and him are gone, and I want to make sure all the Agency members are okay until they return.” Yosano glanced at him from the side of her eye before turning to face him completely.

“People always end up hating me for bringing them back. Maybe not the first or second time, hell, not even the tenth time, but they always say the same things. They always hope for the day that I’ll stop treating them.”

Kunikida listened quietly as she spoke. He really did seem less like a supervisor and more like an attentive friend in the moment.

“Yosano, do you know about the mission I went on a couple of weeks ago?”

“No, the Director kept it under wraps for you.”

“There was a casualty... I wasn’t able to save someone despite the ideals I hold myself to.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but what does this have to do with me?”

“I’m just saying that we can’t do everything on our own. I can’t save everyone, and you can’t heal everything. We just have to do the best we can for the people around us.”

Yosano stared at Kunikida for a moment. This wasn’t the naïve man holding onto his ideals that she had worked with for a year. This was a person barely holding it together too. She didn’t have long to think about it though before he shifted, standing up and going back to his usual disposition in an instant.

“Come back tomorrow when you feel better. I’ll tell the other two that you took the rest of the night off.”

Yosano watched as he walked back into the Agency. She wiped away her tears and glanced one last time at the agency before heading home. Maybe I’m not so alone in this after all.

#bsd #yosano angst #yosano #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs

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getdownkyh · 3 years

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Extra Credit (m) | Young K | smut, Professor!Kang

01 . 02 . 03 . 04 . 05 . 06 . 07

Show, Don't Tell

Just how could an academic discussion on retrospective studies of market trends led to you being trapped between him and the cold metal door of his car, you didn’t know. But there were definitely many things both of you didn’t expect would happen before your little arrangement took place either.

And it wasn’t like the discussion was pointless or a sorry excuse for you to get his attention, you actually disagreed and were trying to prove him wrong. He was providing you data and facts but you argued that numbers can me manipulated and logic should always be prioritized.

“Professor, I just think the chances of these studies only focusing on the profitable sections of the market is higher? But of course there are other factors you need to take into account like impact, target market, and maybe just sheer luck.”

“You can’t measure luck.”

“So you’re saying it’s not a deciding factor?”

It was a good discourse, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel slightly challenged. Only slightly of course.

So that was how you ended up in that situation, Younghyun somehow more worked up than he expected himself to be. If you were coming at him with logic over numbers, he was going to give you experience.

When your back met the solid surface of his car, you giggled, before pushing his chest slightly, reminding him that if anyone happened to walk on the both of you, the consequences wouldn’t be pretty. He only chuckled in response, “Well you didn’t seem to have any problem when we were fucking in a literal lecture hall. And tell me, you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

He pressed his mouth on your neck, sighing into your skin. When you felt his teeth nipping, you quickly tugged on his hair, “Not there.”

He grumbled, but complied, his hands impatiently undressing you, moving to litter your chest with hickeys instead.

You were lost in the feel of his lips on you, and the next thing you knew he was pushing you into the backseat of his car, loosening his tie before entering, closing the door behind him. The two of you adjusted your positions swiftly, him, leaning back into the leather seats and you, straddling him comfortably. Or as comfortable as you could be within the confined space and the quickly rising temperature of your bodies.

He watched you unlatch the buckle of his belt, his lips breaking into a smile involuntarily when he saw you furrowing your brows and biting your bottom lip as you struggled, his tightening pants making your task twice as hard, but not as hard as the bulge inside his pants. You palmed him through his briefs, before pulling his erection out, looking up to meet his eyes.

Both your hands were around his member, stroking him slowly, feeling him gradually getting harder and harder. Younghyun traced the outlines of your breasts with his finger, occasionally brushing against the fresh marks he left on your skin through your half-done blouse.

“You know..” he began, “I was thinking about what you said in class.”

You smiled lazily at him, “Really, about what?”

“You were doubting my notes.”

You laughed, “Is this about the case study? Were you thinking about what I said because what I said is right or were you just thinking about me?”

He chuckled at your confidence, hands moving to unclasp your grasp around his member, pulling you closer towards him. His hand went around your waist, groping your butt, dipping lower, moving under your skirt, two fingers pressing onto your clothed core, drawing circles. You whined in response, your body leaning forward to kiss him, pushing your hips down so you could feel more of his fingers.

He pushed your underwear aside, sliding his fingers between your folds, before inserting one finger inside, causing you to push your hips deeper onto his hand. He nibbled your bottom lip, eyes on your face, watching your pleased expression at the feel of having something of him inside of you. He played around, pressing his finger at different angles, figuring out which ones got you knitting your eyebrows, and sinking your teeth into your bottom lip.

“You’re so needy.” he chuckled.

Unthreatened, you ghosted your lips over his, “Says the one who dragged me out of class and can’t seem to get their hands off of me.”

He laughed. “I’ll let you come first.”

A proposal. A challenge. And you were sold.

You looked into his eyes, sealing your fate, “Try me.”

“As you wish.”

You whined when you felt him pumping his fingers in and out of you, his arm caging you, causing you to squirm slightly in his hold, your boobs squished against his chest. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, stifling your moans but also using the proximity to your advantage, knowing your whines tend to rile him up.

The tip of his member was warm and wet, and you shivered, curling your fingers around his biceps when you felt him angling it in front of your opening. Both of you sucked in a breath as your bodies fused as one, with you tightening your walls around him almost immediately, clenching your muscles desperately as you straightened your body to face him, knowing it was only a matter of time before you gave in to the pleasure and let him do to you as he pleased.

It was a futile attempt, but an attempt was made nonetheless.

Holding you by your waist, he moved you up and down, groaning at how he was sliding in and out of you with ease, your slick hole effectively lubricating him. His mouth was agape, gaze low as he watched the junction where both of you were connected, the blur of you taking him inside of you heightening his senses, coupled with your shaky whines, and some of your arousal already trailing down the side of your thighs. It was hot and he was lost in the heat of the moment, in the best way possible.

The searing feeling of him stretching you open was enough of a stimulation, but the way he was in complete control of the pace caught you off guard. You tried to focus, gripping the side of his shoulders tighter as you looked at him through your half-lidded eyes. Your mind went blank as you swallowed thickly, feeling your throat becoming dry, but still maintaining eye contact with him. You were rapidly losing yourself but you were going to drag this out for as long as you could for your ego was bruising at how satisfied he looked.

“Gone already?” he joked.

“No, Professor.” you whined, gasping as he slammed you down onto him as you tried to answer. Whatever smart remark you came up with vanished into thin air. You bit your tongue, forcing yourself to keep quiet, not giving away the unhinged state of mind you were in.

He gave you a lopsided smile, entertained by how hard you were trying to appear still in control when your entire body language gave you away already. He knew he already won but he was going to let you have your fun, he liked watching you anyway.

“You wanna try asking me nicely?” he spoke, voice clear, cutting through the wet, dirty sounds of you bouncing on top of him.

His question went over your head. Your ability to think was basically non-existent at this point, body pulsing at the delicious stretch between your legs, the power to properly converse long gone.

You were sure you said something legible, but all he heard was delirious slurring of words. And when he slowly let go of one hand around your waist, moving to stroke your clit, you collapsed onto his body, forehead flat against his shoulder, breathing heavily against him.

Pressing two fingers flat against the nub, he rubbed them, fast and hard, only slowing down when your nails dug into his wrist as your body quivered uncontrollably on top of him, with you seeing only whites behind your closed eyes. There was a moment of silence as you recovered from your high, panting, chin digging into his shoulder, squeezing his wrist in your hand, softly whining when you felt his fingers brushing against your abused clit.

When your consciousness kicked back in, that was when you felt it, his soft length inside of you and the familiar warm, thick liquid he released. You looked up to him, the ambiguity of who lost themselves first giving you another fighting chance.

He curled a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, cutting you off, laughing, “Don’t bother.”

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ardent-musings · 3 years

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Naughty and Nice

Murphy McNully Smut

Warning: NSFW +18, also everything in this is consensual! Just want to clarify :)

December – 1993

Eighteen months. Eighteen months was far too long for you to be away from Murphy. When you two decided on parting for that amount of time, you knew it was going to be hard. But never could you imagine how you would miss simply sharing space with him, hearing his cheery voice talk statistics and strategy as you sipped your coffee in the morning. You craved him in your life. A life without Murphy was dull and lifeless and as you stared at the sleepy man beside you, the idea of being without him again seemed like torture. Everything about him filled any vacancies that remained in your life’s puzzle.

You’ve been in this position before, sleeping side by side on a plush couch, your head was resting on his firm chest, thanking how all the years of rolling himself around made him so strong. It had been so long since you got the chance to hold his muscled body against your own, he emanated a warmth that countered the piles of snow that laid just outside the windows. His easy and even breaths allowed you to fall asleep with him.

After hours of laying together, you awoke to find him nuzzled into you, all blissfully unaware of how much you loved his gentle sighs as he slept. Your wonderful chatterbox of a boyfriend was silent and yet he still took your breath away. His blonde hair was tussled from you running your hands through it mindlessly, it was far too beautiful to not gently play with as he slept. The roaring fire that blazed beside you bounced a luminous glow off his cheeks, making him look all sweet and innocent; it was the exact opposite of the man that regularly ravaged you until you were speechless. But you weren’t complaining.

Your plan was to allow him to rest for as long as he needed, you almost succumbed to continuing your own nap, but before you closed your eyes a whisper of your name woke you up fully. Within the dark room, Murphy was breathing a bit heavier, his face scrunched as he let out your name in throaty groans. It confused you for a second until you felt his hips slowly rubbing up against the side of your body, they were moving on their own accord. The heat that rose to your face matched the copper tones of your hair, suddenly the chilly winter day became sweltering hot at the realization that Murphy was moaning at the thought of you as he slept.

Every word Murphy spoke was able to send shockwaves through you on a typical day; however, the absolute sweetest sound was how your boy was yearning for your touch even if he was unconscious. His groans were desperate and he held onto you tighter, the pounding of your heart threatened to rip open your chest. This moment which was once so soft turned incredibly naughty in a second, and you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to help your boy relieve his tension.

You’ve discussed this sort of thing before in casually sordid conversations over tea and coffee, and now was the perfect opportunity to put into action a plan that would make Murphy feel good. Before he could grip on to you any tighter, you snaked your body away from his side, the sleepy Murphy whined at the loss. Thankfully he was only dressed in a pair of loose fitting blue pajama pants and a thin tee shirt even though it was unbelievably cold out. He was sprawled out on the couch and you knelt between his open legs as you ran your hands up his taut thighs. God, you loved his body. It was perfect in every way regardless of what anyone had to say.

Murphy was stunning, his arms were now resting above his head exposing a sliver of stomach beneath his flimsy shirt. You practically growled as your hands trailed up to the waistband of his pants, pulling the drawstrings loose so you could wiggle the garment below his v-line. The plane of warm skin where his legs met his hips was begging to be scratched, so you dragged your nails teasingly, enjoying the way his hips bucked at the touch.

Soon enough, his boxers followed just the same, pulled down far enough to grasp his hard cock into your cold hands. It felt invigorating to be touching him like this, every tiny groan and thrust of his hips made you hotter and greedy for an even greater reaction. His whines grew more strangled as you stroked him a bit harder, but it wasn’t enough. Still kneeling between his legs, you bent forward, taking him into your mouth as you tentatively sucked just the tip of him, enjoying the way he moaned like a needy boy. You put all of your focus into taking care of him, your hand stroking what didn’t fit; nothing about this was rushed, you were worshipping him in the best way you knew how.

His noises were getting louder, which made you wetter by the second. Your attention was unwavering, until the feeling of your hair being fisted by Murphy’s grip made you release him with a pop, smiling cheekily as a string of saliva dribbled from your lips.

“Fuck, babe. What are you doing?” He grunted, his head dipping back and exposing his throat as you kitten licked his length. His eyes had hardly even opened yet, the exhaustion that led him to take a nap stuck with him still.

“I think it’s very clear what I’m doing,” you smirked and hollowed your cheeks, your warm mouth felt like heaven around him.

With Murphy still in a daze, all you wanted was to draw even prettier sounds from him, so you fucked with his mind as well as his body.

“Was this what you were dreaming about when you were moaning my name in your sleep, honey?” You joked as you sat up and ripped your shirt over your head, leaving you in a lacy pink bra that left little to the imagination. “Cause, I think this was exactly what you were thinking, bucking your cock into me like a needy boy.”

Murphy huffed at your words, they were condescending but painfully true; he thought of fucking your pretty face until you whined and cried on him. He loved the way you looked with your lips around him as your eyes teared up from the ache in your jaw. It was intoxicating, the blonde boy now grabbed you by the back of your neck, bringing you back down to his cock which you welcomed with a hum.

“Goddamn, babe. Fuck I love your mouth,” he groaned, his morning voice sounding more like a growl than anything else. It sent a wave of arousal down your tummy, this was a fun start to your stay together, you giggled before tasting him again.

Your mocking jokes and attempts at controlling him was abandoned by the way he rocked his hips against your face. Even though he was still working himself out of his nap, Murphy had a way of taking ownership of you without even trying. It was dirty and desperate which only fueled your need for him to cum for you. Hands and lips worked together in rhythmic strokes, leaving you positively dripping at the sight of his face contorting in pleasure. Murphy gasped swears under his breath as he gripped onto you tighter until he finished with a cry, his chest heaving while you cleaned off every drop he offered you.

“Pants off sweetheart,” Murphy mewled sleepily as soon as he was able to catch his breath. You followed orders, stretching out your sore legs and trying to regain balance. By habit, you went to remove your lace panties until he grabbed at the back of your thigh, forcing you closer to him. “Never said to take those off, did I?”

He grinned at you with a boyish smile, as he gripped your legs, propping your wet core above his hungry mouth, both of your legs settled beside his wide shoulders.

“Sit.”

Your eyes widened at his command, hesitating as you held onto the armrest behind Murphy’s head for stability. Looking down at his eager smirk and heavy lids was such a pretty sight and you whined at the thought of following his command.

When you didn’t react fast enough for him, Murphy hooked his arms around your legs, gripping your hips and pulling you down onto his face. His hands were unyielding, but you didn’t want to move once you felt his nose graze long the lace of your wet panties. He hooked one of his fingers around the flimsy excuse for clothing and stared into your glossy eyes as he licked the wetness from your inner thighs. The eye contact was wonderfully intense. Unable to handle the teasing you closed your eyes, until he slapped your thigh as a warning and suctioned his lips around your clit.

With a cry, you grabbed his golden hair between your fingers, holding onto it as you rocked your hips onto his smug face. Murphy always knew how to move his mouth in a way that had you begging. His moans and licking sounds were dirty, your boyfriend was fully putting on a show, and making sure you knew just how much he wanted you to fuck his face.

From his position, staring up at you, watching you grab onto your breasts as you humped his face was beautiful. Your blissed out expression and reddening chest was everything he wanted and more. This was another image he had saved to memory, one he thought of during your time apart when he needed to get off; the mere thought of having his girl on his mouth and whining from his touch was wicked. And now it was happening in the darkness of the room by the heat of the fire. But nothing compared to the heat that was between your quivering thighs as you started moaning above him.

Murphy’s attention and starved lapping at your clit was growing to be too much, your pulse was pounding in your throat and after a few more grinds against his wet chin, you came hard and without warning. But that wasn’t enough for the Murphy who only grabbed at your legs and forced them apart again as he dove back in nearly grunting and depriving himself of getting a full breath.

“Fuck, Murph, I can’t,” you whimpered despite your hips sinking further onto his mouth. Your own body was betraying you.

“I don’t think so, darling. You’re going to give me what I want, ‘cause I know if you wanted me to stop you would’ve safe worded,” he chuckled as his licked once at your clit. “But until then, I’m gonna play with what’s mine.”

And without missing a beat, your sensitive pussy was once again being devoured by your insatiable boyfriend. Your knees tried to close, but Murphy’s strong grip held you down, forcing your burning body as close to him as possible. One orgasm wasn’t enough for your boyfriend, so he continued to feast on you until you came again on his face.

By that time, your body was heaving and holding onto the armrest, just searching for anything to ground you as Murphy continued to kiss and lick you with fervor.

“Come on, sweetie, you can cum again. Be a good girl, stay down,” he was breathless and you couldn’t help but giggle at how wet his face was from his relentless ministrations on your tired cunt. But eighteen months was a long time to go without him, so against your better judgement you lowered yourself down again and awaited whatever he had planned.

With a quick twist, where you were once above him, Murphy now had you pinned against the couch in a sitting position as he finally pulled your panties down and throwing them to the floor. He was laying on his stomach, grinding into the couch as he pried your soft shaking legs open and ate you with raw desperation making you yell. You were sensitive from his pink lips already, but this angle allowed you to see how his back muscles flexed every time as he readjusted his upper body on his elbows. The waistband of his plaid pajama pants hung dangerously low down his back, the dimples at the base of his spine showed in the light that glowed from the fire. He was so powerful and confident in his movements, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he mused as if he was talking to himself, his thumb circled your clit in admiration. “I could die doing this.”

“Murphy,” you whined without having anything else to say. All thoughts and words ceased to exist as he continued to toy with your heat with a single finger.

Tauntingly, he licked his finger and slowly dipped it in you, rubbing up in hooking motions, which made you yelp and pull away. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he continued to pump into you and lick at you yet again, the fire and previous multiple orgasms pulled from your body left you burning to the touch.

“It’s been too long, babe. Seeing you cum for me like that is just too good. Now, I want you take off your bra and play with your pretty tits, darling. Do it. I know you can.”

He added another finger to your wet slit, rubbing deeper than he ever had as he hummed against your clit. After releasing the clasp with trembling hands, you began to knead the flesh of your breasts, playing and flicking at your nipples. Murphy groaned in approval as he continued to pump his fingers into you, enjoying how you wiggled at the feeling of his lips against you.

In an almost innocent demeanor he removed his fingers from you, despite your whimpers at the loss of contact. He was only focusing his thumb on your clit, rubbing in firm little circles. Murphy brought his wet fingers up your chest, grazing them over your neck and tapping them against your lips. Without question, you opened your mouth and welcomed them into your mouth, sucking at your wetness and appreciating the taste. Murphy smiled in awe as you wrapped your pretty lips around him, like you did earlier on his cock. He craved that feeling again, but that would have to wait.

It was almost painful how much focus he had on your clit alone, but the continuous attention had you moaning around his fingers as he pushed them further into your whiny mouth.

“Wanna see you cum like this. I know you can, sweet little slut, you’ve been wanting this,” his brows furrowed as he concentrated on bringing you to yet another orgasm, and after a few more circles from his thumb, your back arched as you came with your hands in his hair.

You were going to move away but Murphy’s fingers pulled from your mouth and dipped back into your sensitive cunt, barely giving you a chance to come down. His fingers were pounding with a purpose as he kissed the inside of your knee.

“Murphy! Shit!” You back was contorted at a painful arch as your hips grinded against him, your upper body elevated by the armrest as you tried to find some distance from his mouth that was now back on your clit.

With a cry that echoed throughout the living room, you came again, your legs closing around the beautiful blonde boy that had just gotten you off for a fourth time. You felt like you were about to pass out, having to jump off the couch just to give yourself a break. This was the only moment you actually rejoiced in the fact that Murphy couldn’t stand up to chase after you.

You fell to the ground, your legs felt like jelly and they ached, you just couldn’t support your weight after the painful pleasure Murphy inflicted on you. The man in question sat up, wiping at his chin and collecting whatever wetness resided on his face and licking it off his fingers.

“God, I missed tasting you babe,” he hummed at your collapsed and trembling form at his feet.

“I can tell, dear god, Murph,” you moaned, the intensity of it all still sent shocks through your body.

“Well, we’re not done, hun.”

You looked up to see Murphy was sitting at the edge of the couch, his cock resting in his hand as the other extended behind him to hold him up. If you weren’t so tired, you would’ve taken him into your mouth again, but your mind was too fuzzy to react just yet.

Murphy could sense your exhaustion, so he got comfortable slowly stroking himself as he watched how your red hair draped on top of your collarbones, framing your heaving tits perfectly. You were gorgeous, all weak yet fully satisfied, and yet he wanted more. He simply could not get enough of you. Your mind, your attitude, your drive. Your undying love was like a drug made specifically for him and him only. No one looked at him the way you did, you looked at Murphy like he was the most perfect person in the world, and god, he thought the same of you.

And there you were, sitting at the base of his feet with elated and tired eyes, still fully entranced by the way his hand moved over himself. A smile pulled on your face and Murphy nearly came at your gorgeous expression, but that’s not how he wanted this to go. With his hand still on his cock, he brought the other to the back of your neck, crashing his lips against yours as he breathed you in. It was slow and gentle, the kiss making you drip again, despite how wrecked you were. But when he released your lips, his grey eyes bore into yours in a way that made you whimper.

“I love you so fucking much,” Murphy whispered with a frown, his jaw dropping as he continued to touch himself just inches from your wanting mouth. His forehead rested against your shoulder as he huffed labored breaths that tickled your neck. You began caressing his tensing thighs, enjoying the way the muscle contracted against your hand. “I can’t… fuck, sweetheart.”

He looked up at you with a worn out look, eyes stormy gray and misty as he held your gaze. Before he could cum again, he brought both hands to cradle your jaw in his large grasp, barely touching you as you lazily kissed his swollen lips. You could still taste yourself against him as your mouth molded to his, gasping into each other in search for air. Murphy was so lost in his need to just kiss you again, the time apart affected him so much that just having your lips on his was pure euphoria. He nearly whined against your mouth as you played with his hair, gently scratching at the nape of his neck.

When neither of you could breathe, you pulled apart but still close enough for Murphy to pepper soft kisses against your jaw. He hummed against your warm skin, inhaling the scent that drove him wild, kisses turned to nips; his stubble scratching against your throat, leaving it burning and red. This position was no longer serving his needs, so Murphy shuffled back against the couch until his back met the soft cushion.

His chest was heaving, clearly overwhelmed by everything he was feeling, and you couldn’t help but stare at him like a lion did their prey. Murphy’s head was resting back, elongating his body into one continuously sinful line all while his hips craned up looking for attention. He gulped at the sight of you inching off the floor and straddling his hips, bringing your lips down to bite at the spot where his shoulder met his neck. Your fingers fished through his hair, exposing his weak spot to you even more.

With greedy intentions, Murphy grabbed your thighs and pressed your hips down onto his own, his need to be close nearly consuming him.

“Come here, babe, let me feel you,” he instructed as he held your hips steady as you sunk down on to his hard cock.

Murphy let out a hiss as you started grinded against him, but you stopped once he gripped your hips hard.

“No…fuck. Stay still, love. I just want to feel you.”

And there you were wanting and whimpering, filled with your lover and gaining nothing but even more desperation from having to remain still. But once Murphy began circling your clit with his thumb again your head fell to his shoulder, shuddering at the tease. You wanted to wind your hips against him, but he forbade it, rather your boy just wanted to feel you tighten against him as he played with you.

“God you’re so pretty,” he groaned against your neck, “Can you cum just from me touching you like this, my girl?”

Before you had your chance to answer, your climax came again, rocking your body against his which made him grunt. You were squeezing him so perfectly, the feeling making him caress your cheek and place tiny kisses at the top of your chest as he gasped. But his thumb kept rolling your abused clit, rejoicing in the way you cried against him. Your tears were reminders of the time you spent apart, each one that fell from your blurry eyes filled him with burning desire. With still hips, your legs trembled, almost cramping as you hit your climax all messily on top of Murphy’s lap .

“There you go, good girl. My perfect girl, yeah?” His thick brow quirked as your stomach tightened, his cock buried in you was making you shutter from the glorious stretch. “Are you okay?”

It took all of your energy, but you nodded with a hazy smile, “What are you talking about? I’m still good for a few more rounds.”

You thought it was a joke, but the idea of you not being satisfied caused a fire to blaze within Murphy’s chest. That dumb little smartass mouth of yours was going to get you in trouble. With a cheeky wink, Murphy grabbed at your legs and began bouncing you up and down his hard cock, a scream erupting from your throat while he laughed. It was a mocking laugh, but it sounded too good as your hips collided with his own. His grip on your hips was almost painful, your tired and burning legs begged you to stop, but Murphy’s aggressive bucking left you no other option.

“Murphy… God, I can’t,” your sentence was lost as a low whine ripped from you.

“Oh no, you will, darling. It’s been too long since I’ve wrecked you the way you deserve. Sweet girl, you’ve never been more perfect. You’re going to cum for me. And then again. You’re going to cum for me as many times as I want because that’s what my girl deserves.”

His mouth took a slight detour as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking and tugging and the nub between his teeth. Your back arched into his hard chest, alleviating any space between your writhing bodies. His rutting into you hit a spot that made your head fall back, climaxing hard as he flicked your other nipple with his skillful tongue.

You had no idea how many times Murphy had made you come undone, anything that required much thought was just a vain and pointless endeavor. His cock was still slowly rocking into you, working you through your last high while building another one in its place. It was maddening, suffocating fucking, Murphy had never been so determined to see you fall apart so many times, but you couldn’t deny the wonderful ache that was building again in your core.

Mascara was running down your cheeks in pretty streaks, it was almost as pretty as your red swollen lips that dropped as Murphy brought your face close to his.

“There’s my girl,” he praised through gritted teeth. “So sweet. So fucking dirty. So incredibly mine.”

It was as if your hips were moving of their own accord, independent from the strain the rest of your body felt from your countless orgasms. Your mind was dizzy, clit terribly aching, and throat sore from screaming at the beautiful torture only Murphy knew how to inflict on you. Everything told you to stop, but you wanted to see Murphy cum again, his pretty moans were the only thing keeping you from collapsing entirely.

With renewed purpose, you gripped at his hair hard and yanked his head back in order to bite down on his pulse, bouncing hard on his cock.

“Fuck, doll! Goddamn, yes,” Murphy groaned as you sucked at his throat, stilling the air at the source, leaving your boy breathless.

Your whines were reckless, each sound loud and careless without a lick of embarrassment. This was Murphy’s favorite part of you; you were tired and fully fucked beyond comprehension, and yet you were still too stubborn to give up before you got what you wanted. And what you wanted was for Murphy to cry like you did.

“Come on, my love,” you breathed into his neck, tickling his ear before you bit down hard. Murphy yelped loudly, gripping your hips in a bruising manner, leaving crescent shapes where his nails dug into your supple skin. But you didn’t care. You needed him to cum for you. “Let go, baby. I know you want to. Be a good boy for me and cum.”

Your body alone was enough to drive any man crazy, but your words and gnashing teeth against his neck was what made your love cry out in ecstasy. His hips pounding into your weeping pussy, making you both cum at the same time, staring into each other’s eyes as you gripped his hair for stability. Murphy’s head fell to the back of the couch, gasping at the feeling of you pulsing around him like a second heartbeat.

But no feeling was better than the bubbling delight he felt as he watched your head rolling back, your breasts pressed against his bare, hard chest. Your arms and legs were shaking from the pleasure and pain of it all. Gorgeous red hair, scarlet lips, and crimson cheeks left him positively feral for you. And despite his better judgement, he brought his thumb to your clit one final time.

The tiny touch had you falling backwards, making Murphy pin you against the soft cushions. He was still inside you, leaving you feeling so full and warm, but his teasing thumb on your poor clit was overwhelming.

“Just one more, please,” Murphy begged. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you so bad, babe. Please just cum for me one last time.”

You were positively leaking from where he was still situated inside of you, it was filthy and yet you couldn’t deny him his final request. The fire that burned not only stayed at the apex of your thighs, but it spread up your chest and down your calves leaving you aching for relief. His thumb was growing more desperate, circling faster as you pulled at his blonde hair, mewling and crying from both pain and pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me. Cum for me love,” he groaned against your throat.

After a few more seconds of relentless stimulation to your sore clit, your hips bucked against his, shaking and panting as you fell apart for the last time that night. You couldn’t help but scream and sob as you rocked up against him. Every nerve ending in your body was up in flames, the fire from the blazing logs beside you in the pit hardly compared to the state Murphy left you in. The whole time you were thrashing heedlessly beneath his hard body and unable to control your movements, Murphy was cooing and praising you.

He understood he put you through so much, both physically and mentally, and all he wanted to do now was bask in your afterglow. Getting you off nine times was a wondrous feat but nothing was more beautiful than the way you looked after being devilishly worshipped by him. Murphy was brushing the sweaty hair that stuck to your forehead, he had to see your pretty face all hazy and thoroughly loved. His chest fell on yours once your breathing pounded in a steady beat. Appreciative kisses ghosted all over your temples, cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. It was slow and gentle, but full of love and adoration.

You could hardly comprehend what had just happened, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was your gorgeous man was lying on top of your flushed chest, smiling with a shit eating grin at his fantastic performance. With whatever sanity remained, you grabbed a cashmere blanket that fell to the floor, wrapping it around your sore and sweaty bodies.

Whatever you did to deserve this man, you had no idea. But it had to be fate, or destiny. Something bigger than yourself had placed this man into your life. He was perfection in every way. And there was no one who would love him as dearly as you did. As Murphy grinned up at you with love filled eyes, you knew he felt the exact same way. With a final kiss, you settled onto the couch fully and held Murphy close to you for the first time in a year and a half. You had a lot to catch up on, but if this was any indicator of what was in store, you couldn’t wait to get started.

@kc-needs-coffee (Enjoy babe. I was excited to expand on one of your C&C chapters!)

#murphy mcnully smut #murphy mcnully #hogwarts mystery #coffee and commentary #sorry in advance

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bittywitches · 4 years

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Baby Girl | G.D [Part One]

A/N: This is my first time doing a multiple-part fanfic, so pls don’t judge me too harshly 😅 I’m not completely sure where this is going yet, but I thought that I might as well post the first part :P

Basically: Y/N is a young innocent girl, senior in high school, and her good friend Cameron is helping her out with uni applications. What Y/N doesn’t know is that Cam’s younger brothers are hot as fuck and one of them has taken a liking to her..

Hope you guys enjoy it :)) Lmk what you think (If I should continue this or not hehe)

Word Count: 6.2K

You’d known Cameron for a while since she was pretty good friends with your sister. They hung out frequently whenever she visited LA, and a lot of their time was spent at the apartment you shared with your older sister. So, it resulted in you and Cam getting pretty close, and you thought of her as a sister figure, but one you were still a bit awkward around.

When Cameron suggested that she help you out with your uni applications, you were excited but also nervous. She was visiting again, and she was staying with her twin younger brothers. You didn’t want to feel like you were imposing, but she said she was happy to help you out. She’d helped you out a lot with your assignments throughout high school, so when she invited you over to the house she was staying at so you guys could get to work, you didn’t think much of it, especially since she told you that her brothers would probably be out for most of the day. She’d, of course, made sure with them beforehand, so you weren’t too concerned about going over there. You’d brought a bag full of a few stuff you’d need, and made your way over. Her smiling face that opened the door put your anxieties at ease.

That, however, seemed to change when you both heard the front doors open, followed by the sound of laughter.

You and Cam were sitting at the breakfast table, and she was helping you work through the application. You looked up at the sound of the door opening and saw two large figures enter through it. Suddenly you could feel all of your anxiety return in an instant, bubbling around in your stomach. You weren’t expecting anybody else to come, and you hadn’t prepared yourself for meeting anybody, which was why you were dressed as if you had been home for the past three weeks (aka crusty looking sweatpants and an old t-shirt, with your hair up in a messy bun). You’d put on the bare minimum amount of makeup to give the illusion that you were somewhat prepared for the day.

“Hey, Cam.” The taller body said. His deep raspy voice surprised you, and when you looked up, It was as if your body was acting on its own because your eyes immediately clung to his bare chest. Droplets of sweat trickled down his toned abdomen, and you genuinely had to take a few seconds before getting ahold of yourself. He was holding a skateboard at his side, but you were entranced by his model-type physique that you didn’t seem to even acknowledge anything else for a moment. You casually let your gaze fall lower, almost drooling at the sight of his v-line, barely covered by his shorts that were riding too low for your comfort. You physically had to grip the side of the table to keep your head straight. The movement of his arm going up to run his fingers through his hair was what finally shook you out of your daze. You glanced at his bulging bicep, gulping at just the sheer girth of it. Your eyes followed it up his tan arm to finally look at his face. His chiseled jawline seemed to call out at you, intimidating you but drawing you in all at once. He had a bit of stubble crawling up his neck and around his chin. You glanced up at his eyes quickly, but you were too embarrassed to keep them there, and they finally rested on his pink lips. You couldn’t help looking at them. You weren’t used to looking at guys like this ever, but you’d never met a high school boy who’d looked like this before. You subconsciously licked your lips before getting interrupted from your thoughts.

“Hey, Grayson.”

This had all happened in a matter of seconds, of course, but you already knew that you were obsessed with this man, whoever he was.

The second twin closed the door, walking up towards the table. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a loose tank top, which you thanked god for since he was coming in very close proximity to you and you didn’t know if you’d be able to handle it if the first one had come near you like that.

You could tell from looking at them that they were twins, but the difference was so clear to you as well. Grayson’s face was a bit narrower than his brother, and his nose was a bit skinnier as well. You were obsessed with his locks of hair and had to keep yourself from staring at him for too long.

If you’d known Cam had such good looking brothers, she would’ve suggested working at your place.

“Who’s this?” The new twin asked, resting his forearms on the empty chair in front of him.

“Oh! Right. You remember my friend, Angela, right? This is her sister. She’s the one I’m helping out with the university application.” She turned to you. “these are Ethan,” she pointed at the one closest to you, “and that’s Grayson.” She pointed at the one leaning against the sofa in the living room.

“Nice to meet you,” Ethan said with a smile.

You returned it, but your eyes drifted back to the broad twin in the living room.

“What’re you guys doing back so early?” Cam asked.

“Oh, well, Kyle ended up having to...” he went on, mentioning something about a friend (you assumed) having to leave for some reason or another. You, however, had completely forgotten about the application in front of you and found your attention drifting back to Grayson, who was now looking at something on his phone.

You couldn’t quite put a finger on what about him captivated you so much. Sure, he was hot, and made you feel like you were going to pass out any second, but Ethan was also hot. But he didn’t give you that same feeling. Something you hadn’t felt like about any old boyfriend you’d had before. You already wanted all of his attention, and you literally hadn’t even met him yet. You wanted him near you, close to you. You shifted in your seat, trying to get a better look at his face from the other room. His jaw was clenched in a way that made you want him in ways you’d never wanted anybody else before. And you could tell that he’d be able to destroy you if he wanted.

It seemed like you were staring for too long because Grayson looked up and caught your eye. Your breathing stopped, and your eyes widened at seeing his for the first time. His dark, chestnut eyes seemed to draw you in, making your chest pound.

He tilted his head at you, seeming to be amused by your small panic because he gave you a small smile and waved.

You turned her head away incredibly fast, your face heating up fast and colour spreading to your cheeks. You coughed, clearing your throat.

However, your panic would not settle, as you could see Grayson getting up off the couch and make his way over to the table you were sitting at.

“Gray, go put a shirt on for Christ’s sake.” Cameron scolded, and the tan boy rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.”

“You’re going to taint her baby virgin eyes!” She reached over to your eyes to cover them, but you swatted them away with annoyance.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Grayson said, looking over at you again, only making you flustered once more and turn away.

“Not much of a talker, is she?” Ethan interrupted.

“Yea, she’s kind of shy, but we’re trying to shake that.” She tried to ruffle your hair playfully, but you swatted her arm away again, huffing.

“Where’re you applying to?” Grayson asked, turning his attention back to you.

He was leaning against the chair in front of him on his forearms. Your eyes immediately went to his large hands firmly clasped together in front of you, your eyes widening at the sight of him. You wondered just what it was you’d done to deserve this.

It was hard to focus on anything with the large hunk of muscles standing before you. You couldn’t help it, he really was the most gorgeous person you’d ever seen. All the boys you’ve known throughout high school barely caught your eye, but it felt like Grayson’s gaze alone was holding you tightly, making you freeze on the spot. This was an actual man, and you were not able to handle it.

His dark eyes seemed to melt you into a puddle because you found it hard to form any words at the moment.

“Uhh..” You started, feeling like the butterflies were having a wrestling match in your stomach. He straightened his back and hoisted his arms on his waist, and that action alone had you sputtering for another few seconds.

You cleared your throat. “Caltech.”

“Damn,” Ethan said. “Didn’t know you were friends with geniuses, Cam.”

“Shut up.” She slapped his wrist, and he chuckled.

You could see Grayson’s eyes lingering on you while you pretended to focus on Cam and Ethan, and it made you want to curl up into a ball and hide away. The fact that someone as pretty as him was paying any attention to you at all made you feel naked under his gaze.

But you were absolutely loving it.

Grayson cleared his throat. “Well, I’m gonna go take a shower. You girls have fun.”

He smiled at you once more before heading off to his bedroom, and you let an audible sigh leave your lips as you finally relaxed into your seat.

Ethan snorted. “Looks like the little girl has a crush on Grayson.”

“Ethan shut the fuck up! Get out of here!” Cam slapped him again as you blushed incredibly hard, and he laughed, heading for his bedroom as well.

“I’m sorry about them,” Cam said, and you gave her a fake laugh, telling her that it was no big deal.

“You totally do have the hots for him though.”

“Cameron!”

・・・

“Oh- careful. The paper’s gonna fall.” You and Cameron were now in the twins’ backyard, beside the pool. She had suggested working outside, as it would get you more into the mood of being productive. What she didn’t plan for was all the stuff you’d be bringing out with them, but you didn’t mind.

She laughed. “Okay, maybe working out here wasn’t the best idea.”

“No, it’s okay.” The sun was just starting to set over the horizon, so it left a beautiful rosy orange that gently shone over the furniture. “I like it, it’s pretty out here.”

She smiled at you. You worked in silence for a while as she idly scrolled through her phone, but your peace was interrupted by the sound of the glass sliding door opening suddenly.

You looked up from what you were doing to see Grayson standing in the door frame, wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and a towel around his neck. You widened your eyes at the sight, your face beginning to heat up once more as you looked away.

“What’re you doing out here?”

Cam inquired, looking up from her phone.

Grayson grabbed the towel from his neck and threw it over the side of the couch. “Thought I’d go for a swim.”

“Ah.” She paused, her eyebrows furrowed. “Didn’t you just shower?”

“Yea.”

“And your gonna swim now?”

“Yea. Why?”

She paused for a second, then opened her mouth as if to say something, but then shook her head. “Okay, whatever weirdo.”

He made his way over to the side of the pool, your eyes following him without a second thought.

“Jeez, drool much?” Cameron laughed, and you groaned.

“How are you related to him?” you gaped, watching him stretch his thick arms over his head.

“Wow, thanks.” She rolled her eyes at you, then proceeded to get up off the couch. “I’m gonna go shower too. If you need anything, let the guys know. I’ll be back quick.”

“Wait, don’t leave me with him-”

“He’s not a dog, Y/N. He won’t bite.” You blushed at that, and she rolled her eyes again. “Now stop gaping at my brother and do your work!”

Grayson turned his head at the sound of Cameron’s exclamation, causing your face to turn beat red.

“Did you say something?”

Cam waved him away. “No, I was just talking to Y/N.” She looked back at you with a smirk.

“I hate you so much.” You said as she walked off towards the guest bedroom.

“Do your damn work!”

You sighed, rubbing your face in your hands to try and shake away the embarrassment.

“Okay, okay…” you mumbled to yourself, opening up the requirements tab for the essay you were writing. You crossed your legs underneath you, trying to get back to work.

After a few minutes, however, you noticed Grayson’s body moving out of the corner of your eye, and you couldn’t help but look up at him. He had just set his phone down and was kicking his slippers off.

You took in a deep breath. You knew you should probably head inside since it was getting darker, and there was absolutely no way you’d be able to focus with him out here, but there was just something about him that made you so curious. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. He stood there for a while, his hands on his waist, just looking at the beautiful scene before you both; the warm colours of the sun spilling before the trees. The only thing you were staring at, however, was his broad back, and the beautiful tattoo inked onto it. The way the lions moved on the surface of his skin when his muscles shifted made you ache, and you didn’t even know why.

“Fuck,” you muttered, biting your finger as you marveled at the sight. He walked up to the edge of the pool, leaning forward with his arms bending in front of him. He kicked of the side, diving gracefully into the pool with a splash much smaller than you would have expected for a man of his size. It took a few seconds longer than you would have thought for him to resurface, taking in a deep breath as he shook the wet hair out of his face. His chest heaved slightly, a bit out of breath as he brought his large arms up to rub his face. You tilted your head at him, watching him as if he was a piece of artwork. So when his hands left his face and his eyes connected with yours, your face flushed again. He smirked at you, finding your expression hilarious whenever he caught your eye. He waved at you once again, and this time you finally got up the nerve to give him a small wave back. He grinned at you, finding your behaviour to be incredibly cute. He bobbed his head back under the water again, and you let out a huge breath.

“Jesus.” You groaned, shaking your head as you turned your head back to your laptop. “Do you goddamn work, Y/N.” you mumbled to yourself.

…

Around twenty minutes later, you were just about done with your first draft of your essay. You set the laptop down on the table, stretching your arms out as you yawned. Now all you had to do was wait for Cameron to come read it over and tell you everything you’d done wrong.

You sighed, but your eyes perked up at seeing Grayson climb out of the pool. You stared at his drenched chest for the second time today, feeling a bit embarrassed not having your laptop on your lap to hide behind. He shook the water out of his hair and ran his hands through his drenched locks to bring them away from his face. You sighed, unable to comprehend how someone like this existed. Water dripped down his chiseled torso, and you wanted more than anything just to touch him. Your eyes clung to the tattoos on his thighs, beautiful tapestry on top of an already gorgeous artwork. He walked over to you now, making you instinctively look away from him the closer he got. He grabbed the towel that he had thrown over the couch sometime before. He rubbed his hair and shook it out once more. You grabbed your laptop from the table again, propping it up on your lap so you at least looked like you had something better to do than marvel at the boy in front of you.

Grayson pulled the towel away from his face, looking at you from the corner of his eye. He could see your eyebrows furrow, heat seeming to radiate from your face.

Grayson liked you. He’d heard you speak about a total of three words, but he knew that he liked you. You were new, different. You were exciting. You were the first new person they’d had at the house for a while, apart from the people who’d come over to work on his and Ethan’s short films. To see someone new who had no idea who he was or had no intent to gain anything from him, AND wasn’t obnoxious or rude was, frankly, a bit refreshing. And the fact that you were so young. Even if you were an “adult”, you weren’t even out of high school yet. Sure, you were technically only two years younger than him, but so much had happened for Grayson in those two years. He was a completely different person than he was when he was eighteen. He’d grown and matured. Looking at you now, he thought you were precious. Pure. A gentle angel who he’d found sitting at his breakfast table in a pair of sweatpants. And who’s small figure was now sitting gracefully in his backyard. You were the sweetest thing he’d laid his eyes on, and to be completely honest… he wanted to get a taste.

“What’re you working on, baby girl?”

Grayson sat down on the seat across from you, continuing to rub the water out of his hair.

You genuinely felt your heart stop when he said those words, unsure if you’d actually heard him correctly. You stared at him for a few seconds, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape as your face flushed even redder than before, if that was even possible. You coughed, sputtering as you looked away in embarrassment.

When Grayson didn’t hear you respond, he brought the towel down from his face again to look at you. He was going to ask what was wrong when he noticed your beating red face, which lead him to chuckle.

“Sorry, do you not like that nickname?”

You peered up at him gently.

You did like it. But you didn’t want to say it.

“My bad. I won’t call you that from now on-”

“No!” You sputtered, speaking almost at a normal volume. Grayson tilted his head at you, a confused look on his face but that charming smile still there nonetheless.

“I… I do like it.”

He grinned at you. He was already having too much fun. “Well, that’s good to know, because otherwise I’d have had to tell Cameron to stop calling you that.”

Your eyes widened at that, looking up at him with an incredulous look. “Cameron calls me that??”

“Oh, yea. All the time.”

She didn’t. But he liked calling you that.

“It’s the only thing she refers to you as when she talks to us.”

“Oh my god!” You said bringing your knees up to your chest, keeping the laptop balanced on your thighs. “I’m so gonna kill her….”

Grayson laughed at that, and you couldn’t help but smile, despite your annoyance at his older sister.

He leaned forward, looking at you intently while resting his forearms on his knees. “So.. what’re you working on?”

“Oh…” you cleared your throat. “Just these short-answer essays.”

“For the application?”

“Mhm.”

“Sounds pretty intense.” He leaned over the table to look at the requirements page you had printed out for yourself.

“Yea…” You swallowed when he grabbed the paper, his brows furrowing as he skimmed the list.

“Wow. You must be really talented to get into a school like this.”

You blushed as he set the paper back down on the table. “Yea, well... Let’s hope so.”

He looked up at you. “I’m sure you’ll get in.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

“What do you plan on studying?” he leaned back, crossing a leg over his knee.

“Well, my goal is to get a degree in Astrophysics.”

“Fancy.”

You giggle. “Yea. I’ve wanted to be an aerospace engineer since the beginning of high school, and well…” You gestured towards the paper. “That’s the first step.”

“That’s really cool.” He gave you a warm smile, which you returned.

He rubbed his bare arms with a shiver. “It’s getting a bit chilly, isn’t it?” He reached over to grab a baby blue sweatshirt hung over the arm of the couch. He slipped it on, a bit to your disappointment since you were enjoying the sight, but he looked cozy in it, so you didn’t mind too much.

“I think I’m gonna make myself a coffee.” He stood up, making his way over to the glass door before turning around. “Do you want anything?”

“Huh?” You were distracted by his tattoos again, this time getting a better look at a gorgeous looking sunset on his thigh.

“Do you want anything to drink? Tea or coffee, maybe?”

“Oh.. sure.”

He hoisted his hands onto his waist. “You gotta pick one, sweetheart.”

Your face heated up again for the millionth time that day. The way his deep and raspy voice seemed to whisper that name in your ear, you couldn’t help but imagine him saying it to you in a different context.

You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?

“Uhm, tea is good,” You spit out, trying to shake the thought from your head.

Grayson tilted his head at you, smirking because he loved what he was doing to you with no effort at all. “Gotcha.”

He left for the kitchen, leaving you a melted embarrassed mess. You smacked the sides of your face to get those stupid thoughts out of your head.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You mumbled to yourself, scolding yourself in your head.

Relax, you horny virgin.

“Stupid brain,” You grumbled, looking back down at your laptop in frustration. You rubbed your eyes with your palms, trying to refresh your thoughts. This was Cameron’s brother. You couldn’t be thinking like that…

You tried to zone out, getting back into the flow of working. You decided to get a head start on reading over the draft without Cameron. After a few minutes passed, however, a random thought popped into your head.

“Oh, shit.” You realized you’d forgotten to ask for milk in your tea. You set your laptop down on the couch beside you and got up, walking towards the house.

“Grayso-” You started, but the words flew out of your mouth when you smashed into the front of a broad chest, followed by a gasp as you felt a hot burning sensation all over your chest and shoulders.

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, jumping back to find Grayson’s cup of coffee along with your cup of tea spilt all over you.

“Jesus, fuck,” Grayson said, staring at the ground. When you looked down, you saw one of the mugs he was holding smashed to bits.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” you said, cupping your mouth with your hands in horror at what you had just done. After the shock had subsided, the searing pain you felt across your skin from the boiling temperature drinks resumed once again.

“Ohhh my god.” you pinched your t-shirt and pulled it away from your chest, trying to fan yourself in the process.

Grayson looked up at you, realizing that he’d just spilt the drinks all over you as well. “Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry- God, uh.” He cleared his throat. “Are you wearing something under that?”

You blinked at him. “What?”

“Are you wearing anything under your t-shirt?”

“Y-yea, a tank top.”

“Okay, you’re probably gonna wanna take that off so you don’t get a scald.”

“What??”

“Okay.” He grabbed the towel that was laying on the arm of the couch. “I’m gonna go soak this in cold water, but seriously, you should take that off.”

“O-okay, but first let me clean up the mess-”

“No.” He grabbed your shoulder, and you winced at his touch, causing him to recoil away very fast.

“Fuck, sorry. Don’t worry about this, I’ll clean it up.” He made sure that you sat down before running back into the house.

You debated on what to do. You didn’t want Grayson seeing you shirtless for the first time because you made an embarrassing mistake, but you also didn’t want to allow the pain in your chest to get any worse. You finally decided that you really didn’t want to get completely burned, so you reluctantly took your top off, leaving you in your small tank top with spaghetti straps, your chest and shoulders basically completely exposed. Your chest hurt really bad, but you were more embarrassed by the fact that you’d let this happen in the first place. When Grayson rushed back outside, you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Here.” He handed you the wet towel. You reached for it, not meeting his eyes while doing so.

“Thanks.”

He nodded, letting you clean yourself up while he bent down to clean the broken shards of the cup off of the ground with the dustpan.

“Wait, did any of it get on you?” You just realized how selfish you were being, since Grayson probably got splashed as well considering your guys’ close proximity. You got up to hand the towel back to him, but he waved you back down.

“No, I’m fine. You use that quickly though.”

You nodded, sitting back down in your seat. When the cold surface of the towel touched your burned skin, you let out an audible gasp, but then sighed in relief as the pain slowly started to dissipate. After cleaning the actual tea off of your skin, you laid the towel on top of your shoulders. You turned your attention back to Grayson, who was sweeping up the final shards of the mess.

“Sorry for breaking the cup.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

…

“Sorry for spilling tea all over you.”

“It was my fault, I bumped into you.”

“Still, sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

He got up and faced you. “Do you want me to wash it and give it back to you?” He pointed at the towel since it had warmed up to room temperature quite fast.

“No, it’s okay. You gave it to me pretty quick so I’m fine now.” You gave the towel back to him, your arms instinctively going back to cross over your bare chest.

He left to go dispose of the waste he’d collected in the dustpan. You groaned, burying your face in your hands. Of course, you’d do something embarrassing right after meeting the prettiest boy you’d ever seen. You’d basically proven that you were just a clumsy young girl straight from the get-go, so that was great. And now you were completely exposed.

“Damn.”

When Grayson appeared once more, you brought your arms up and around your shoulders, trying to shield yourself from him.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he stopped himself. Grayson didn’t know what to do with himself in this situation. He was obsessed with your small form, and for some reason just knowing that you were in a bit of pain hurt him. He wanted to make you feel better. Feel good.

He scratched the back of his head, trying not to look at you because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to help himself. “Do you want to wear my sweatshirt?”

You paused for a second, but then nodded just enough for him to notice. He brought his arms up and grabbed the back of his sweatshirt, pulling it over his head in one swift movement.

Sure, you were embarrassed, but you could still appreciate what you got to see.

He handed you his sweatshirt and you accepted it gratefully, pulling it over your head. You were immediately hit with a gentle but calming aroma. The scent of sweet vanilla filled your nose, and you sighed when you finally tugged it over your body, feeling snug in the oversized apparel. You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling like you were in a beautiful garden, a floral scent tickling your nose now, You were obsessed with the smell of him, and were dying to get close enough to get a whiff of the real thing.

You cracked your eyes open when you felt the cushions on the couch shift, and you saw it was because of Grayson setting himself down next to you. You grabbed your laptop and placed it in your lap, so he’d have more room on the couch.

“Thanks,” he said, and you smiled in response. You returned your attention to your work, finally being able to focus now that you were no longer so tense.

Grayson leaned back on the couch, resting an arm on the top of the back. He gazed at you, not being able to help but have a small smile grow on his lips. He loved the way you looked in his sweatshirt. The way you seemed to be able to relax in it as if that’s where you belonged. Like you were entitled to it. Your small body looked even more petite in his clothes, the arms draping far lower than yours and going far past your fingertips. He imagined seeing you like this, with your hair up in your messy bun and in your sweatpants, every morning. Waking up to you like this. Holding your face in his hands as the sun broke through the blinds.

You shifted in your seat, trying to get more comfortable, but it seemed that you had moved your shoulder in a way that made the now small burn hurt, and you hissed at the pain.

Grayson’s hooded eyes now widened, leaning closer to you. “You okay?” he brought his hand up to lightly brush your collar bone, which was easy for him since the sweatshirt was so large on you, it left the area around your neck a little exposed.

You flinched at his contact. “Yea, I’m fine. Just moved weirdly…”

He put a bit of pressure on a spot on your chest. “Is it here?”

You hesitated. “No..”

He shifted his hand closer to your shoulder. “Here?”

You flinched again, this time from the pain. “Ah, yea, there.”

“Okay, we’re probably gonna have to put some ointment on that.”

“Okay.” You looked up at him, and the concern you could see in his eyes made your insides melt.

He looked back up at you. “Seriously, I’m really sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.”

Was his face really this close to yours right now?

You could feel his breath, and you could start to smell the pure floral scent you’d already become obsessed with. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You’d never felt like this with anybody before. And you couldn’t help it, he was so close to you now that your eyes fluttered down to his lips for a second. It was quick, and hopefully unnoticeable.

But it didn’t go unnoticed. Grayson was looking at you so intently because of something he wanted to do so bad, so when he saw your eyes drift down so quickly, his hand naturally went to grip your neck.

You breathed out slowly, not knowing what to do. Grayson looked down at your lips now, so anxious to get a taste now. He needed to know just how sweet this angel was.

So when you nodded your head slightly at his questioning eyes, he took no time to lean in and press his lips to yours. You gasped, but it was short since Grayson made sure to get as close as he possibly could. He relished the taste of you, sweet like the cherries he used to pick out of his mother’s garden. Brows furrowed, his arm went up further from your neck to grip your hair, causing you to sigh into his lips. When his other arm came around to grip your waist, you could feel yourself get light headed. His hands were warm against you, and at the moment they seemed to burn your skin more than the tea. You were afraid to touch him but leaned in closer still. He moaned softly, and your insides felt like they were bubbling within you. It was an immediate rush that you couldn’t get down from.

Suddenly the sound of the glass door sliding open once more brought you both out of your daze, and Grayson pulled away so fast, it made you ache.

“Hey Y/N, are you done?” It was Cameron, finally coming back from her long-ass shower to check in on you.

Grayson covered his mouth, rubbing his chin gently. He rubbed his lips with the back of his palm as discreetly as possible, trying to get the colour of your lipstick off of his lips.

You, however, were still high off of Grayson’s touch, your chest heaving slightly from being out of breath. Grayson looked over at you, his eyes widening for a moment, and he began rubbing his lower lip intensely, trying to signal to you.

You were confused for a few seconds, but your face flushed when you realized what he meant, going to rub the smeared lipstick off of your bottom lip.

“What are you still doing here?” Cameron said to Grayson, walking over to the both of you.

“Nothing.” He ran his hand back through his hair. “Just getting to know Y/N a bit better.” He gave you a side look, and you had to cough to keep your red face from being so obvious.

“You think you could do that while wearing a shirt for once?” She crossed her arms, and Grayson rolled his eyes at her.

“Speaking of, isn’t that…?” She pointed at the sweatshirt you were wearing and raised her eyebrows.

“Uhm..” you began.

“There was a little accident.” Grayson cut in, saving you. “I accidentally spilled some tea on her.”

“Wow, what a great way to make a first impression.” Cameron laughed, and you chuckled along with her awkwardly.

“Shut up.” He got up, now making his way for the glass door. “Speaking of, she needs some ointment or something. There’s a burn.”

“Are you serious?” Cameron hurried over to you, sitting at your side. “Where? What happened?”

“I’m fine.” You assured her with a smile.

You peered behind her to see Grayson leaning against the door frame, a smirk on his lips.

Oh yes, you were much more than fine.

“It’s just a small burn.” You shoved her hand away from you.

Cameron turned back towards her brother. “What is wrong with you? Do you plan on ruining every person I bring here?”

“Calm down, she’s fine.”

She scoffed. “Like you’d even care!”

“Cam…” You grabbed her arm, trying to settle her down.

He rolled his eyes once more. “Whatever. I’m going.”

Cameron groaned as her brother walked back into the house.

“I’m really sorry about him.” She said, looking back at you.”

You shook your head. “No, he was actually really nice.”

She narrowed her eyes at you. “You’re just saying that because you have a crush on him.”

“CAMERON!”

“Don’t yell at me, I’m right!” She laughed, grabbing your laptop as she got up. “Okay, grab your stuff. It’s getting dark. And we’ll get something for your burn.” She rubbed your shoulder, then went back inside the house.

“..kay.” You mumbled after.

When you were sure Cameron was out of earshot, you collapsed onto the sofa, pressing a hand to your chest to check if your heart was still beating.

It was, and so fast.

You buried your face into your hands, inhaling Grayson’s heavenly scent from his sweatshirt. You couldn’t even comprehend what has just happened, it had gone by so fast. His lips were on yours, and a split second later Cameron was sitting next to you.

“Oh my god, oh my god…” Your chest was pounding. You’d never felt a sensation like it. His soft lips, the taste of roasted coffee beans mixed with vanilla, The feeling of his hands touching you, heating up your skin, curling up into your hair… it made you head spin. And you wanted so much more, so badly.

But this was Cameron’s brother.

God, what had you gotten yourself into?

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Human After All: I'd like to know more about A) Lust realizing that Hohenheim had an actual life in Resembool and B) everyone's reactions to Ed and Al sneaking off to do the human transmutation and the aftermath.

Oh boy here we fuckin go!!!!!

Lust realizing that Hohenheim had a life in Resembool:

Oh boy. Okay so this has some setup.

When Lust first meets Ed and Al, she assumes the situation is a lot different. Basically They're close enough to be mistaken for twins, so she thought it was more "one night stand and disappeared from town but their mom remembered the name and told the kids". Because... Why would he stay?

But then Lust babysits Ed and Al on a trip back to Resembool to visit Winry and her grandma. And like.

Lust gets curious about some things. And she happens to see a photo album out that she can't help but look through.

Of course Granny finds her snooping but just lets her look through it and explains that it's from Winry's parents' wedding. And Lust eventually flips to a page where Hohenheim is in the photo.

Lust pauses on it because it's so strange. First in general, of how Hohenheim looks just like Father but also nothing like him at the same time. Physically identical, but the way they carry themselves is.. Entirely different.

Especially as this picture is kinda goofy. Granny tells her how everyone was hinting to Hohenheim that he should marry Trisha since they were already "basically married". And the newly married Sarah Rockbell had given up pn subtly, and chucked her boquet right at Hohenheim's face with a "sorry I was aiming for Trisha!"(which no one belives because she has incredible aim).

Lust asks more on that. And Granny mentions how Hohenheim and Trisha had been together for a bit amd were already living in the same home. And that pretty much immediatly after that whole "lack of subtly" the pair decided "despite not going through legal paperwork we are married now fuck you' and also bonus pregnancy announcement. Which has Lust relize Ed and Al aren't twins.

But it's weird to her. Because like. Hohenheim had a life here? He was with this woman for a few years and essentially got married (clearly the "don't go through the paperwork" is because he doesn't legally exist). But like. He had a wife and kids. One of the kids seems to have been actually planned. Why would he do that? And why did he leave? No one has answers on that, but Granny says that if he did leave, it was for good reasons. Not whatever the town gossips make up for fun.

Granny is a little sus about Lust's interests in all this because like. I kiiinda mentioned this before on my artblog but he way I draw Lust she actually looks a lot like "if Ed was a girl" and considering how much Ed looks like Hohenheim... They basically look somewhat related. Granny points that out and kinda pulls some Gaslight Girlboss Gatekeep of "nope no relation whatsoever my father just worked with him long ago but it's totally not relevant to anything!"

Anyway!

Later, Lust is wandering around Ed and Al's home because that fucker hasn't burned yet. And she just... Sees more of it.

True. It's been just the boys for years but there's still things like his clothes in the bedroom closet or something casually put on a shelf too high for Trisha to have reached.

The two rooms that really hit are the bedroom and the study.

Tbe bedroom is mostly untouched. But she sees a shelf of little statues. It's strange to her, but she realizes all the statutes are made from Alchemy. About half of them have very obvious marks, a sign of a talented but inexperienced maker. Seeing two distinct styles, she cam guess Ed and Al made those.

The rest are perfect. Intricate and flawless. If they weren't on the shelf with the others, she would've thought they were made by some master clay artist.

Alchemically made trinkets as gifts for someone they love.

The study is another beast altogether. A whole library on Alchemical texts. Some even older than Lust. All marked up with someone's notes in the margins. The same person's notes, as the handwriting doesn't differ. Clearly all these are important. So why leave them?

The real hard hitter is a journal Hohenheim left. Of course Lust reads it. The fact that the journal is written in Xerxian is just another punch to the gut, but thankfully Lust can read it.

It has a lot of things but the main info she reads is an entry from when Ed was just born and Hohenheim is discussing worries over how his whole "Philosophers Stone in Human Form" deal might be effecting Ed in terms of like. Genetics and stuff.

But the main thing Lust focuses on is that Hohenheim mentions discussing those fears with Trisha. That he told her what he was and his whole history and everything.

It's... Confusing to Lust. Why did Hohenheim just settle down here in this small ass rural town with a normal woman? What was it about her that compelled him to stay in one place so long? To settle down after years and have a kid? Having a second kid? And telling her about... Everything?

She finds no answer because, from all accounts, it seems like Trisha was just a normal, small-town girl. She didn't even have an interest in Alchemy! Just gardening. Why her? Why not someone at least... Great and powerful to match what he was? Even if no one could truly compare to what he was.

Everyone's reactions to Ed and Al sneaking off to do Human Transmutation:

Oh boy. This is a big plot point.

So the boys had quite a plan to trick the adults. Lust has gone on trips out of town for weekends(reporting back to Father), and she's also babysat the boys on a trip to Resembool before. So the boys wait until one of her trips and tell Roy and Riza that she's taking them on a different trip to Resembool. None of the adults know this until Lust comes back without them and has no idea where they were.

They put it together real fast and all three book it to the train station. Several hours of worried pacing of what could've happened.

Roy and Riza are entirely in the dark of what might happen. Lust though... She knows how the Gate works. And what could have happened.

She knows that There's a Price to pay. And while she was planning on encouraging the boys to go through the Gate anyway, she was supposed to be involved with it so she could trade a part of her Philosopher's Stone for their safety. Obviously just so they don't loose a Sacrifice to blood loss or later infection! Not because she cares or anything! But yeah without her, who knows what the Price may be?

They check the boys house first. They see plenty of blood, which is a terrifying sight. But they also see a trail leading out. And that if the boys are still alive, they probably went to the Rockbell place.

Which yeah. Granny's already waiting for them. She wants to yell at them for failing, but it would be hypocritical sinve she didn't notice the first time around.

She tells them the boys are alive but fucked up. Ed lost a couple limbs and Al is... Hard to explain.

Lust is the first to notice the suit of armor in the living room. The way it's arranged like a child, curled up and hiding, barely peeking out from behind the "arms". Light in it's "eyes", like someone's in there watching her.

She remembers the experiments done on the death row inmates. Puttin Souls in suits of armor. She's horrified, but not surprised, when it moves.

That is a whole conversation. Lust has to pretend she doesn't know how that works(while also questioning how the boys managed it). Al tells them what he remembers, which is just everythiny going wrong and then being in the armor and Ed missing some limbs.

We have a long emotional scene when Roy goes to talk to Ed.

Ed is very much not okay at this point and he's trying to be angry but it's just not really there. And he just asks why Roy is still there. He failed to keep them from fucking up why does he still care? Just go back home and leave them so he doesn't have to deal with them anymore.

Well that's just heartbreaking. Roy just talks to him about a lot of things. And the main thing was that this wasn't just "I'm gonna try and stop you but whoops failed that bye bitch" situation. He's not just going to drop the kids because he failed once. He's not even going ti drop them after months of pushing him away and being stubborn about the whole situation. They're a family now damn it.

And Ed kinda feels like that might be worse, because he threw that away ti go fuck up. But Roy tells him it's not "thrown away". They're still going to be here for him. And figure things out.

Later at night, Roy, Riza and Lust all kinda sneaknout individually. Which does lead to some comedy until Granny catches them and calls them idiots. But all of them were thinking of going to the boy's house and looking over their notes.

Roy and Lust are the only ones who can make heads or tails of the notes. Riza can follow some but gets lost and Granny never was an Alchemy person. Roy's looking more for "what went wrong" while Lust is focused more on "what went right". And Lust does find that though they came very close to making a Homunculus, they did do everything pretty right. She accidentally comments on that, which leads to a horrifying theoretical of "what if the boys managed to make a fake Trisha that looked and acted like her but wasn't her?". This also leads to the more disturbing question of "what was it they did manage to make"?

This is a thing that came up in Canon, but here they get answers of the thing that they made wasn't their mom, and you can't bring back the dead. Ed and Al take that news about as well as they did in Canon as well.

The "possible homunculus" thing comes up too with the others wondering if Al really is Al and not just... Something vaguely like him that Ed accidentally created. (Lust knows but can't tell how she knows rip!). Riza to the rescue on this one by asking Al about something Ed shouldn't know about. So that existential crisis is averted!

Of course there's discussion of what to do to help Ed and Al. Which... Does lead to getting back toward Canon of "have Ed become a State Alchemist". It's debated a lot because ya know. Sure it's the best option to help them have the freedom and access to stuff tk find shit but. Ya know. Roy already feels like he failed to protect these kids once already this is not helping.

Anyway! One more fun scene!

Please imagine once Ed gets the automail arm and just does the clap-slap Alchemy. And Roy and Riza are like "yo what the FUCK???"

#human after all #haa au

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