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phfenomena · 4 months

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❝state of grace.❞ || tom blyth x f!reader

| request- state of grace by taylor!!!!

| A/N- i’m using every goddamn line of this song in it. it’s too good to be ignored. justice for state of grace it’s my fav on red 😞😞

| WARNINGS- strange men in cafes, wine, monopoly, mentions of murdering josh, mentions of robbery, two goofballs in love, and big ol’ smooches

(divider by @v6que)

i’m walking fast through the traffic lights, busy streets and busy lives.

you’ve scrambled out of your apartment and are speed walking throughout the brooklyn streets in hopes of getting to your audition on time. being an aspiring actress in new york isn’t easy, but it’s all you wanted to do. nothing else called to you like acting, but the constant state of franticness and stress was taking a toll.

your mind begins to wander around the fact that the thousands of people you see tonight have their own lives, they’re trying to get home to their families, or their significant other, they have something to go home to.

all we know is touch and go.

after the disaster that one could call your audition, you figured you deserved a coffee. the cozy and serene café was one you frequented, on the days you had time. the chipper and almost too happy barista starts your drink the second she sees you cross the threshold of the doors. you go to take your usual seat by the window but stop upon seeing a man sitting there.

you stop and stare before ultimately deciding to just take the seat next to his, no, your usual seat. being too tired to even try to muster up the emotional strength to be upset, you plop down and place your head on the table. “you look like you really need this today.” jessie, the barista, says and places the mug of coffee next your head. you offer a small thanks and stare into the dark liquid.

we are alone with our changing minds, we fall in love till’ it hurts or bleeds.

the man occupying your space turned to look at you and he looked completely contrary to you, bright blue eyes, a smile, and he just looked content. he’s definitely attractive, but your brain couldn’t find any room for this man to move into.

“rough day, eh?” his accent makes you tilt your head towards him, he is really cute, you can’t lie. you nod your head tiredly and sip on your coffee. he stand up and takes the seat across from you and stick his hand out. “i’m tom, and you look like you could use a friend right now.” you shake his hand with a small smile and place the mug back down. “well, tom, how are you so good at reading people?” you pipe up after telling him your own name.

“it’s a talent i posses, love. can’t help it. i’m an empath.” his answer makes you laugh harder than you have in months. maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all. “there we go! you laughed, that was my whole goal. reckoned it would’ve taken longer, but i did it.” tom patted himself on the back as you shook your head with a small smile. “a woman of very few words, i see?”

you hum “i don’t know what to say to you, tom. a strange man approaches me in a cafe after i’ve had a bad day, what do i say to that?” he puts a finger on his chin to over exaggerate his thinking. “you could tell me about yourself, or i could tell you about myself. you just look lonely.” his eyes widen as he realizes he just called you lonely. he wasn’t wrong, but still hurt your feelings nonetheless.

“okay, i’m from california. everyone i know still lives there so it’s a little difficult to not be lonely here, but you don’t seem to be very not lonely. you’re sitting in a cafe by yourself and talking to strangers.” he throws his head back laughing. yeah, he’s really cute.

you come around and the armor folds, pierce the room like a cannonball.

after consistently hanging out with tom for a few months you’ve gotten into a routine. text tom good morning, tell him what you’re doing that day, and that you hope he has a good day. through him you’ve met some great friends, but you and rachel stuck together like glue instantly.

“so you’ve known tom for like seven months, and he still hasn’t come over to your apartment?” rachel asks in between sips of wine. you both sit on toms couch as the others are in the kitchen mixing drinks. “yes! i don’t know why i’m so nervous about it, it just feels too intimate for him to see it.” you and rachel giggle into eachother. it might be the wine, but you’ve never felt happier.

tom comes running into the living room, obviously drunk. “try this, i’ve perfected my concoction.” he shoves a foul smelling drink into your face. you look up at him and smile, “tom, this smells terrible. what the hell is in this?” he smells it himself and shrugs. “about a pour of everything.” you turn to rachel as if pleading for her to help. “i think i heard josh say he needs your help in the kitchen.” tom pipes up and struts back to the kitchen.

“someone needs to cut him off, he’s gonna be so sick tomorrow.” you manage to squeeze out in between your laughs. rachel wiggles her eyebrows at you “and you’ll be the one taking care of him.” you turn your head away from her with a pained expression. “i’m going to the kitchen to see what the hell they’re doing.”

so you were never a saint, and i loved in shades of wrong.

you lay flat on toms floor while he sits next to you, you’re talking about how you were as teenagers and before you met eachother. “no i was literally evil, i would ghost any girl that liked me.” toms cheeks are blushed from all the laughing. “i was the same way! i just never loved anyone right, and i was just really mean.” tom brushes a stray piece of hair out of your face that was stuck on your eyelashes. you stare up and him and swallow, you jet up to your feet. “i’m hungry, let’s go grab something.”

this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight. love is a ruthless game.

josh, rachel, tom and you sit circled around your coffee table. monopoly laying on the table and wine in all of your hands. “that’s not fair! i’m in jail and josh gets to buy my properties?” you yell out as josh wheezes next to you. your eyes meet toms and you glance down at his wine stained lips. “you’re the bank, tom! tell him no and that i’m still a citizen!” “afraid you’ve dug your own grave, love. robbery does land you in jail.” he knowingly points his finger at you. “who said i committed robbery?! this is a corrupt world.”

rachel decided it might be best to put the game away before you actually do end up in jail for killing josh. the four of you sit on the couch watching some marvel movie. you turn your head to tom and whisper “so how did i commit robbery? what did i steal?” obviously still stuck on how you never won the game. he smirked down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “my heart, love.” you pull away from him and pretend to gag onto rachel, who is sound asleep.

this is the golden age of something good and right and real. and i never saw you coming.

you wake up blearily and sit up. then a wall of pain shoots into your head as you look to your surroundings. tom is in your bed next to you. oh my god. tom is in your bed. he groans and grabs his head “what time is it? and how much wine did we drink?” he asks, acting like this is just a normal situation. “i have no idea where my phone is and apparently a lot because i feel like i got hit by a train.” you croak out laying back down.

toms arm finds its home around your waist and he cuddles into your back. “let’s just go back to sleep.” you nod and try to push down the sheer panic rising throughout your form. when you awake a few hours later, tom is gone. almost disappointed you walk out into your living room and find rachel and josh sitting there looking quite grumpy. “are you guys oka-” josh shushes you and goes back to rubbing his temples. you mutter a small sorry and walk into your kitchen, seeing tom making coffee. his bed head and sleep ridden eyes make your stomach feel warm and fuzzy.

“good morning.” you grumble and he laughs. “it’s three o’clock in the afternoon.” you laugh with him and rest your head on the counter waiting for the coffee. “i didn’t think we drank that much last night, i don’t even remember most of it.” you confess with furrowed eyebrows trying to rake back through your memories.

tom looks almost solemn at your confession and nods. “yeah, me too. it’s all blurry.” he remembered everything. last nights escapades slowly come back as you think and you excuse yourself to the bathroom. thinking of what happened last night.

you and tom sat on your bedroom floor as you showed him all the books you’ve collected and his smile was so wide it made your heart jump at the sight. you rambled on and on about how you read the ballad of songbirds when it came out and how he channeled coriolanus so well but he was just staring at you, the wine coursing through both of your bloods. he lunged forward and captured your lips with his causing you to drop your book and wrap your arms around him.

you quickly brush your teeth and comb through your hair, trying to look somewhat decent. you slowly tread back into the kitchen and stare at tom. “i remember last night.” you quickly confessed. biting the inside of your cheek as tom turns to look at you. “do you regret it?” he quietly asks before you shake your head and step closer to him. “no, i don’t. i’ve liked you since i met you.” he smiles and wraps his arm around you while pouring your coffee into your favorite mug.

these are the hands of fate, you’re my achilles heel.

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yxngbxkkie · 8 months

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sleepy boy (l.y.f)

so i saw a tik tok from this skz talker, and i thought of being domestic with felix 🥹 enjoy this short little fic 💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You glance towards the clock on the wall after making your coffee. 8:46 a.m. "Lixie should be awake by now," you mumble to yourself, looking towards your bedroom door. You sip your coffee before making your way towards your shared room.

Felix is sprawled across your queen-sized bed, and his face is nuzzled into your pillow. A smile comes to your lips as you lean against the door frame. You wait there for a few seconds before walking further into the room.

"Baby," you call out to him, gently setting your cup of coffee down on the nightstand. You sit on the edge of the bed, slipping your hand under the duvet. "Lixie~"

A deep groan leaves his lips when your fingers touch his back. You lean closer to him, wanting to see his pretty face. You whisper his name again, moving some hair from his face.

"Sweetness," Felix's morning voice makes you smile. His dark eyes flutter open and finally meet yours.

"Morning, sunshine," you whisper to him, pressing a feathery kiss on his forehead.

He hums in response as one of his hands finds your outer thigh. "What time is it?" He asks sleepily, lifting his head a few centimeters.

"Almost nine," you tell him while combing your fingers through his hair. "Do you have work today? You're usually awake by now."

Felix lowers his head back on the pillow as his other hand grabs a hold of yours. "I actually took today off," he informs you with a tired smile. "I've been missing you, and I asked my manager if I could take an extra day."

"Oh my god, really!?" You hold in your squeals at his words. You dip your head down to kiss his lips, tucking into his neck afterward.

"Yeah. I'm all yours today," he mumbles, lacing his fingers with yours.

Your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so much. Felix brings your conjoined hands to his face, placing a kiss on the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry for waking you on your day off," you suddenly apologize, earning a shake of the head from Felix. "Do you want to have breakfast with me? We can go back to bed after."

He nods his head in response, and you get up from the bed. You pick up your mug again and watch Felix lift himself from the disheveled bed. You walk out of the bedroom, deciding to make him a cup of coffee. Even though you know he won't drink it.

Your boyfriend stumbles into the kitchen, his hands rubbing his eyes. You place his cup in front of the plate you made him, making sure he doesn't miss the chair.

"It looks delicious, sweetness," Felix tells you, combing a hand through his blue hair. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, baby," you smile, lowering yourself into the chair.

You two begin to eat your breakfast in silence. Delighted hums echo off the walls, and you steal some glances of Felix. You smile at the sight of him falling asleep at the table. You also notice that he's hardly touched his food.

"My baby is so tired," you shake your head, releasing a light sigh.

You set your spoon down before lifting yourself from the chair. You walk over to his side of the table and hook your fingers underneath his jaw.

Felix looks up at you, his almond eyes slowly blinking. "Why don't we go back to bed?" You ask, stroking his jaw. He nods his head before leaning his head into your stomach.

You push his plate towards yours, making a mental note to yourself to box it up after. You run your hands along his shoulders, squeezing them gently.

"C'mon, baby," you urge, taking half a step back.

Felix stands up from his chair before the two of you make your way back to the bedroom. You rub his back the entire time, chuckling softly. "I love you," he mumbles, glancing back at you.

"I love you, Lixie," you bashfully smile. He sits down on the edge of the bed before flopping back. You lean over his body and gently kiss his lips. "I'll be right back, my love."

He hums and nods, his eyes drooping shut for the umpteenth time. You place a kiss on his cheek prior to walking back into the kitchen. You quickly clean up the table, putting your leftover breakfast into a container.

After placing the dirty dishes into the sink, you turn off the lights and make your way into the bedroom. You shut the door behind you and quickly slip underneath the covers.

Felix's eyes flutter open at the feel of the bed dipping. He smiles softly as you scoot closer to him. He lifts an arm, wrapping it around your shoulders while you nuzzle your face into his neck.

"I'm so glad you're here," you whisper loud enough for him to hear, kissing his shoulder.

His chest vibrates as he hums, feeling his fingers gliding along the back of your neck. "I am too, my sweet. I love you being in my arms," he mentions before kissing the top of your head.

You lift your head to look at him. "It's my favorite place to be," you confess, sliding your hand up his chest. "Never leave me."

Felix pouts before kissing your lips. "I could never leave you," he whispers against your lips. "You're my everything."

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @foxinnie8 @moon0fthenight @like-a-diamondinthesky

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Old Scars, New Blood 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has accepted that she’ll never be wanted, not only by the man she’s crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson

Note: Couldn't help myself.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Lloyd shrugs away the large hand on his shoulder. He crosses his arms then drops them, hands going to his hips as he tries to contain his irritation. You know this look, the one that often comes right before he strangles someone.

“Let's,” he agrees curtly and strides forward.

Valhalla smirks and falls into step as his eyes flit over to you. You watch frozen from the top of the steps as they near. Rico sniffs and wipes his face as he scrambles forward, “sir, I didn't know you were on your way–”

“Fuck off,” Lloyd snarls as he elbows past his crony, “you,” he points in your face as he passes, “coffee.”

You stiffen at his order. He's never the type for etiquette but it's not exactly a pleasant homecoming. You back up and wait for them to go inside before you trail after them. Rico barely drags his hungover feet through the door.

As they head upstairs, you diverge and go to the kitchen. The cleaners are still there, tidying up the aftermath of the invasion. You claim your coffee from the machine, content to take your time and enjoy the first few sips before taking orders. If Lloyd didn't miss you on the road, he shouldn't care now. He never really does.

You put on a pot of dark roast as you gulp down the blonde roast. When the grinding halts, you pour the dark brew into a silver ewer and load up a tray with stout porcelain mugs, a small milk jug, and a sugar bowl, along with ridiculously tiny silver spoons.

You balance it all in a treacherous journey up the staircase and down the hall to Lloyd's office. You knock with your toe and he hollers tersely for you to enter. As you try to figure out the handle with no hands, the door opens from the other side.

Valhalla stands before you and seizes the tray before you can react. He turns and carries it much easier than you. He puts it on the desk and pours a cup.

“What do you take?” He looks at Lloyd who sits tilted in his chair with his feet on the desk.

“Milk, just a bit,” he answers begrudgingly then flicks his fingers in your direction, “go.”

“Stay,” Valhalla puts the mug near Lloyd's feet, “I like her. I want her here. Such a loyal little chipmunk.”

“It's fine, I should–”

“Shut up and get in here,” Lloyd snarls, pulling his feet down so his chair snaps forward.

He takes the mug and inhales the scent before tasting. His blue eyes roll up towards the still shirtless man across from him. He pops his lips off the brim wetly.

“No coffee for me,” Valhalla declares, “all that caffeine. I keep a clean diet.”

He smacks his hard stomach and flexes his chest. Your lips curve just a little as you bashfully look down, sidling in as you softly close the door. Lloyd simmers as he takes a large gulp, almost as if challenging the bigger man with the act. Instead, he chokes and spits the coffee onto his white pants.

You sit in the corner, between the standing lamp and bookshelf. A stiff straight backed chair placed more for aesthetic than comfort. You fold your hands as Lloyd curses and looks around for anything to mop up his mess.

Valhalla rumbles with laughter, “slow down, old man.”

“We're the same age,” Lloyd frowns.

“Are we?” Valhalla shrugs, “I don't think about years so much.”

You can see the agitation needly between Lloyd's brows. If it was anyone else, he'd be hollering and howling. If it was someone smaller, he'd have them by the scruff.

Valhalla paces around, without much purpose. He goes to the window and peers out, another thoughtful hum. He clicks his tongue as he turns, leaning on the window frame as he scratches his beard.

“Quaint,” he muses, “really. Reminds me of my first compound. I still have it of course but I've converted it to a vacation home.”

Lloyd raises his brows, his eyes fiery as his cheek twitches. You don't know if he's so unused to being spoken to this way or has the sense not to take on the giant before him. Either way, he stays seated with a sneer on his lips.

The other man strolls around, taking in every inch, musing at the bookshelf then turning the Roman bust of Caesar on the next. Finally, he stops not far from you.

“Yes, I don't have one of these,” he points at you, “truly the only feature to impress me so far.”

You try not to smile as you look at Lloyd. You gulp as he grimaces even deeper. He tilts his head and scoffs.

“Take her, see if I give a fuck,” he stands and looks down at his stained pants, “I got enough ugly chicks hanging off my balls.”

“Yes, but none so loyal, I'm certain,” Valhalla preens, “or welcoming. Had it not been for her graciousness, I don't think I'd still be here.”

“Then why the fuck did you come?” Lloyd barks as he leans on the desk to remove his loafer and shake off even more coffee.

Valhalla puts his hand on the back of your chair. You smell his sweat and cologne mingling nicely. You sit still as you can as the tension roils through the air. He laughs and pushes away.

“Ah, don't pretend with me, Hansen, you're happy to see me. And I brought my wallet so you'll be hanging off my balls, huh?”

Lloyd sputters. You nearly choke. You've never heard anyone speak to him this way. Not anyone who lived to laugh about and Valhalla is laughing; a lot.

“Money talks,” Lloyd snips, “so sure, I can give ya a reach around if it gets me a new jet.”

“That's what I like to hear,” Valhalla claps his hands, “I like you. You're funny.”

Lloyd doesn't break. He glowers as the large man bounds towards him and grabs his face, slapping his cheeks as he pulls him into a forehead kiss. He holds Lloyd at arm's length, “time for a shower and a tug.”

He taps Lloyd's cheek one last time before he lets go. As you catch the meaning of the last word, you look down at your lap and hold your breath. Don't laugh. He struts out, leaving both you and your boss speechless.

You feel yourself shake as you can barely hold in your giggles. You cover your mouth and turn your head, fighting for your life. Lloyd growls and spins to kick the desk. Be yelps a d lets out a wispy ‘fuck’. You bite your cheek as a squeak breaks free.

“And what the fuck are you giggling about?” Lloyd blusters as he turns on you, “get your shit together and bring me my fucking breakfast.” He stops before you and tears you out of the chair by your collar, bringing you to your toes, “back to work.”

He shoves you towards the door and whips around, muttering under his breath as he stomps around. He's been bested at his own game but he'll never admit it. Like he says, words don't mean shit, fists get your point across.

❤️‍🩹

You scrounge enough for Lloyd's breakfast before you drive into town. Your shopping trip is determined and precise. You have a list and you stick to it, a full cart in less than twenty minutes.

The road back is longer but not long enough. You can't help the uneasiness that boils in you at the thought of both men. Lloyd's foul mood is like a dark cloud yet Valhalla's bright shine easily cuts through. Two indomitable forces coming together to stir the perfect storm.

You drive through the gate and unload the bags, two at a time, walking in and out as the activity in the house courses around you. Just as always, no one notices you. Even Lloyd only thinks of you when he needs something.

You unpack your lot in the kitchen and start replenishing the containers ravaged by your insatiable visitors. You don’t think the labels will do much to deter them but you can only hope. The only person worse than Lloyd is a hungry Lloyd.

You start on your prep; you have rice steaming, jasmine with a touch of lime juice and shallots. For protein, you have chicken and steak to alternate, with bacon and sausage for breakfast. Then you work on a pot of stew just in case. Every burner, every inch of space, is consumed by your multitasking.

That’s your life. Every part of it is planned around him. Every thought revolves around him. Not the only man you’ll never have, there’s many of those, but the only man you’ve ever wanted.

Stupid! You know it, you tell yourself that every night, you repeat it alone in your bed as you lay in the afterglow lit by your vibrator. It can never be real but maybe it’s better that way.

You huff and rub your forehead. Forget it. You’ve been over this a million times. It’s never going to happen. You accepted that. The truth hurts but it’s still the fucking truth. Another brilliant Lloydism.

And self-pity is more often self-awareness. That’s what your father would tell you. There is no lie worth telling, even to oneself.

“Mmmm,” the hum draws you around like a roll of thunder. Valhalla stands in the doorway, his nose turned up as he sniffs the air, “something smells delicious. I should’ve known it was you.”

You can’t help but smile, cheeks tinged with tingling fire. You pull a knife from the wooden block as he peers over the medley of ingredients before him. As you take the bunch of carrots, he watches you, leaning on the other side of the island.

“I didn’t think you were a chef? I thought you handled the emails,” he remarks.

“I do both,” you affirm as you start chopping, “I do whatever Mr. Hansen needs.”

“Whatever he needs…” he toys with that statement, “and what does that entail beyond sorting through junk mail and steaming vegetables?”

“Well…” you pause to think, rubbing your lips together. As you nibble your lower one, you notice how he observes the gesture. You clear your throat and sweep the chopped carrots into a strainer, “send his clothes for dry cleaning, arrange transport, inventory…”

“Ah, so you are his mother,” he declares, “how adorable.”

“I’m not–” you hover the blade upright and lower it as you notice the gleam, “no, I…”

“What would you call yourself?” He prompts as he crosses his arms, bending to lean his elbows on the granite.

“Well, I… uh,” you set the knife down and take the strainer to the sink. You flip on the faucet, grasping at an answer as you use the noise to delay your response. You shut it off, nothing. “I don’t… know.”

“Definitely not his wife,” he says.

You shrug. He’s right. That thought makes you both bubbly and ashamed. The mere suggestion of that is flattering.

“He isn’t the marrying type,” you snort.

“I’d never let a woman I wasn’t fucking do that much for me. And I can tell, you two aren’t like that.”

Your mouth falls open as you peek over your shoulder at him, shaking the excess water from the strainer. You snap your teeth shut and face the sink again. It’s not his crassness, you’re used to that, it’s his honesty. He’s right but he didn’t have to say it aloud.

“So…” he stands and comes around the island, looming closer, “you aren’t taken then?”

You turn and go to the island, putting the strainer beside the cutting board. You grab the knife then put it back. You don’t know what to do with yourself. His questions have your whole body alight.

“Not by Lloyd,” you assure him glumly.

“By anyone?” He prompts.

You look him in the eye. You blink and shake your head. You wouldn’t want any man in this place, aside from one.

“Pity. For them, not you.”

“Is it?” You scoff.

“Truly,” he affirms, “any man would be lucky to have you taking care of them. Or woman…” he pauses to think on that last part, “and to take care of you.”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes. Not at him really, but the idea. Romance? That doesn’t exist. It’s only ever been girlish fantasies of your boss kicking down your door so he could fuck you into a mattress. Even in your head, it was never rose petals and diamond rings.

“It’s a nice thought,” you concede.

He’s quiet as he considers you. His eyes drift down, roving to your feet and pack up, a careful, intense venture up and down your figure. He clucks and stretches his hand across his throat, rubbing his adam’s apple before pressing against his chest. He’s taken your measure and you doubt he’s any less disappointed than anyone else ever was.

“I’ve decided,” he slaps his hand off the counter, making you jump, “I want to fuck you” He raises his finger, jabbing it in the air, “And I will.”

You choke on your own spit. You cough and cover your mouth as you take a step back. Did he really just say that? Like that? So matter-of-fact. A promise, not a proposition.

“I–” you barely eke out, “Valhalla,” you gasp and press your palms to your scalding cheeks, “I… no, you– it—”

He booms with laughter as he watches you struggle. You squirm and cross your arms, looking anywhere but at him. He steps closer and you shrink down, even smaller than you already are, next to him, smaller than you’ve ever felt.

He reaches to cradle your head, holding you in place as he bends and nuzzles your hair. He inhales your scent into a sigh, “Thor. That is what you can scream when I do.”

He places a kiss on your forehead and draws away. Your eyes meet and he winks, a crooked grin on his lips. You gape at him, blinking blankly as he turns to pluck up a carrot and chomps down on it.

“Mmph, delicious,” he chimes, though you can’t be sure whether he means the food or you. That question sends a thrill up your spine.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒃𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍

🍯our little farm masterlist🍯

summary - the reader gets a call from her parents, they ask her to look after their farm and hopefully get their newest addition to mate with the cow hybrids. what happens when it's not the cows bull ari sets his sights on, but instead, it's the reader?

warning - interspecies, dumb bimbo reader, angst, smut, swearing, fluff, creampie, breeding kink, voyeurism, spying, masturbation, dirty thoughts, slight manipulation, talks of masturbating.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, and the dividers are by @royalsweetteaa and @firefly-graphics

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING

You yawned, walking groggily to the kitchen. You felt the exhaustion settling into your bones from the long drive over. Your parents had asked you to come and look after their farm whilst on vacation. They explained that one of their newest additions is refusing to mate with the cow hybrids. You happily agreed, having nothing better to do where you lived.

Your hands rub your eyes, walking over and starting the coffee machine. Your plump breasts practically spill out of your soft yellow nightie, the lace ending just below your ass as you lean over to grab the ingredients for your breakfast. Your cute pink mug is filled to the brim with vanilla-flavoured coffee. You take sips and prepare some banana pancakes with a side of oatmeal covered in yoghurt and berries.

Once everything is prepared, You walk outside and sit down. You take in the sunrise and the beautiful colours of the sky as you eat. Not noticing the newest addition staring daggers in your direction, his head tilted to the side as he tried to figure out who this stranger was. His darkened blue eyes take in your skimpy pyjamas, tongue flicking out as he appreciates the sight. And it finally clicked. Ari knew that you were the one he wanted to mate with, not these whorish cows that kept throwing themselves at him.

You hum as you finish breakfast, your belly full as you stand. Heading back inside to prepare for the day, you walk to the kitchen, placing your dishes in the sink before heading to your room. You pull out your skimpiest denim shorts— the perfect pair that hugs your ass— and a tiny white shirt— one that forms perfectly around your plump breasts.

You giggle as you pull your clothes on before bending over to put your cute little farmer boots on. You get up and head into the bathroom, brushing your teeth before returning, feeling ready to get to work. You make your way out of the house and head to the crops to tend to those first.

After all the work you have done, you feel dirty. But that doesn’t stop you from heading to the animals to care for them. You don’t notice that you are being watched, too busy smiling at everything around you. You wave when you see the neighbours. Having met the owner and their helper Colin, you’ve learnt they have the same problem with their bull Ransom. You won’t admit it, but you’ve had dirty thoughts about Colin. Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips as you think of him all dirty and on top of you. The many nights you’ve spent with your vibrator between your legs with the thoughts of him there instead were too many to count.

As you pass the cows, you smile and wave. “Hey, ladies!” You continue to giggle as they wave back, happily strolling through as you work. When you enter Ari’s closed-off area, you look around curiously. You’ve never met a bull hybrid before. You push a loose strand of hair behind your ear before you jump, as a huff can be heard from the side of you.

You turn, and a giant smile appears as your eyes connect with beautiful blue ones. “Hi! I’m Y/n! You must be Ari!” You squeal, stumbling closer to him. Your eyes are wide as you take in his giant form, practically drooling at his bulging muscles and the panty-dropping defined lines across his stomach. You stick your hand out, feeling giddy with being in his presence.

Ari’s brows furrow, puffing his chest out, and he notices how your eyes follow the movement. His large hand fills yours, shaking it slightly. He takes in your form, seeing how much tinier you are to him. “L/n’s daughter?” You nod, soft giggles escaping you as you take in the nasty scar on his face before following it and looking at his golden rings.

“Yeah! I’m looking after the place!” You grin, “Apparently, I’m supposed to help you mate with the cows?” Your brows furrow, pouting as you try to figure out how to do that. Your head tilts to the side, looking up at him with confusion. “How do I do that?”

“You don’t know how to…?” Ari tilts his head also, studying you. How you look at him with a dazed look is different for him. “What if I told you that it’s better and healthier for a bull to mate with a human instead of a cow?”

You blink, eyes widening even more. “It is?” Ari nods, holding back the smirk that desperately wants to appear. “Huh… My dad never told me that… Okay…” You nod, believing his words as he seems older than you. Your eyes slowly drag down his body, stopping at the spot between his legs, brows furrowing as you become curious. Ari watches as a look of wonder appears on your face, he opens his mouth to ask you what you're looking at, but a sound of shock leaves him as you slither your hand through the fence and poke his softened cock. “Aww! It’s so cute! Hello, little guy!”

Ari huffs, feeling shocked and offence shoot through him as you continue to coo at his cock. He utters what the fuck as you just stare at him wide-eyed. A grunt escapes him, gaining your attention back up at him. His brows are raised. “Are you done?” Your lips go between your teeth as your eyes flicker back down before connecting with his eyes again, a slight nod following. Ari huffs, his eyes take in your outfit. “What are you wearing?”

You frown, looking down at your outfit. “What’s wrong with this?” You look back at him, doe-eyes filled with tears, plump lips pouted as you tug on your shirt. Unknowingly exposing your cleavage to him, your thighs clench at his rough look.

“It’s too… It’s not proper for the farm, but… Never mind, you wouldn’t take advice from someone like me anyway.” Ari turns, holding back his smirk as you call for him to wait. Your soft voice was begging for his advice on what to wear. He turns, facing you again with a straight face. “Well… A nice short dress would be easier to work in…” He clicks his tongue inside his mouth as he watches you stare up at him, eyes still clueless. “But, if you want to be seen as a disappointment….”

“No! I don’t! I will change into the appropriate farmwear tomorrow!” You babble, gripping the fence as tears fall from your eyes.

“Good girl.” A smile appears on your face at Ari’s words, feeling pride beaming inside you. You say your goodbyes before skipping back to the house, feeling your stomach grumble. Never having felt so free before, you enter the kitchen, gather ingredients for dinner, and begin to prepare some pasta, your mouth watering as the scent of food enters your nostrils.

Once the food was ready, you served yourself a bowl and sat down. You scoff it all before getting up, walking to the kitchen and placing the bowl into the sink, ensuring all the dishes are clean before groggily heading to the bedroom. You strip until you are completely bare and unknowingly give the hybrid outside a show. Ari’s hand moves up and down his massive cock as he watches you strip from your dirty clothes. Your soft hands glide down your nude form, and he grunts as he covers his body with his cum.

You climb into your soft bed and fall into a blissful sleep.

The sound of a rooster wakes you from your slumber, and you roll over and groan. Burying your face into your fluffy pillow, you can feel your muscles begin to relax again as sleep tries to take over. Slowly, you get out of bed and head into the bathroom. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to become boiling hot before getting in.

A sigh of relief escapes you as the water begins to relieve your tense muscles. You wash your hair and body, ensuring you are clean and ready for the day before hopping out and drying yourself. You head back into your room and open your closet, pulling out a tiny checkered white and blue dress that fits snugly against your body.

You pull it on and place a white headband into your hair, pulling your boots on before heading into the kitchen. Repeating what you did the morning before, starting up the coffee machine and making yourself some breakfast. Once everything is ready, you sit outside and enjoy it all. Finishing your food and coffee, you head inside and place them into the sink before heading back out to begin work.

You skip around, tending to your chores and harvest some fruit that appears to be ready. As the day passes, you snack on the cherries in your basket, heading to where the animals are and waving to the cows as you pass them by. You make sure they have everything they need before you go to check on Ari, hoping that he approves of your outfit.

Ari’s eyes are locked on your lips when you enter, licking his lips as he watches you slowly bite into the cherry. His eyes slowly move down and take in your dress, huffing in approval. “Hi! Did you sleep okay?!” You squeal, skipping closer to him. You happily chew on the cherries as you beam up at him, hoping you’ve made him proud with your dress. “Did I do good? You were so right about it being easier to move in!” Your doe-eyes blink as you wait for him to answer.

Ari smiles, straightening his back as he stares down at you. “You did well. You’re such a good girl for listening to me.” He smirks slightly as he watches you clench your thighs together, his praise getting to you. “But I do need you to do something for me.”

You launch forward, eyes wide. “Anything!” Ari bites his lip, having to think of something else as he feels his cock twitch.

“I accidentally dropped something over there and can’t reach it. Do you mind grabbing it for me?” You nod, practically buzzing as you wait for him to tell you where it is. He clears his throat, and his ear twitches as he holds his desires back. “It’s just over there.” You nod again, quickly heading over to where he’s pointing and bending once you’ve found it. A groan slips from Ari’s lips as your glistening cunt is in view, and his cock begins to swell and grow as he stares.

“Here it is!” You stand, holding the bell in your hand, before turning around and bouncing over to the giant creature. Your eyes fall on his hardened cock, causing them to widen as your mouth opens in shock. “Where’d my little guy go?” You pout as you stare before looking up at him, saddened that he’s gone.

Ari blinks, slowly grabbing the bell from your hands and placing it over his head. The cool metal rests against his neck. “Sadly, he won’t make his appearance until I’m empty, but unfortunately, I don’t have a human to mate with for that to happen.” Ari pouts, pretending to be sad.

A whimper escapes you. “I can help! I’m human!” You whine, batting your eyelashes up at him as you pout.

Ari shakes his head, “No. I couldn’t ask you to do that, and it has to be someone extraordinary to be able to be filled by me.” His head lifts when a sob leaves your plump lips. He notices the heartbroken look on your face.

You nod sadly. The feeling of happiness that you felt had been drained. “Oh… Okay, well… Have a good day.” You give him a sad smile, turning to leave.

His brows furrow, quickly reaching out and grabbing your wrist. “What, no. Why are you leaving?”

You turn back and look up at him. “You said it had to be someone extraordinary… I know I’m dumb, but I also know when I’m not wanted.” You sniffle, smiling through it all.

A sigh leaves his lips, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean you weren’t special, I thought you’d turn around and say you were, but obviously, I should’ve just accepted your offer to help.”

You blink up at him, the tears brimming as you pout. “Really? I’m special enough to help you?” Ari nods, and a giant smile appears as you bounce up and down. “I’d be happy to help, Ari! Please, can I help?!” Ari feels his cock twitch at your eagerness and the sight of your wide eyes. He nods, causing you to squeal and quickly go to the gate, opening it and entering his area.

You excitedly skip over to him and crash into his large body, his massive cock pokes your tiny form, and you can feel your knickers dampen from the feeling. Ari grabs you and lifts you as if you weigh like a feather. You feel your cunt throb as he does this. He carries you over to the stacks of hay. Ari sits and places you on top of him. He groans at the feeling of your bare cunt touching his swollen cock.

“You want to be split open by me, little one?” You nod, whimpering and gripping his bulging biceps, humping your dripping cunt onto his throbbing member. “But, you’re such a tiny little baby. How could you possibly fit something as large as my cock in your small hole?” He taunts, hands gripping your hips as he moves your body.

You whine. “It’ll fit, please. Stuff me full of you!” Your head bobs up and down, repeatedly repeating ‘it’ll fit’ as you babble. Your head falls back, feeling blissed out before the fun begins, and your nails dig into his flesh. “Please! Force your cock into my small cunt! Fill me to the brim! Please!” Your eyes roll back as Ari lifts you and begins to push his thick tip into your hole. A pornographic moan leaves your lips as your cunt swallows his cock.

“Oh! Jesus fuck! You’re so fucking tight! Much better potential for a mate than those whores over there!” He huffs, nostrils flaring as he stops his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. “You think they’ll be jealous that I’m stuffing you with my massive cock and not them?” You nod, eyes squeezed shut as you bounce up and down his cock, soaking him entirely with your juices. His large hands help fasten your pace, pounding up into you. “My good girl! Soon you’ll be full and carrying my babies! Do you think your dad will be proud of you for helping me?”

Your mind is fuzzy, lazily nodding your head before planting it into his neck. “Wan’ be full o’ you” Your words come out jumbled, barely finding time to breathe as his cock splits you open but in a good way. A whimper escapes you when Ari pulls the front of your dress down, causing your plump breasts to bounce free. He launches forward, latching his lips onto your aroused nipples. His tongue swirls around them, licking and sucking. Your hands move up and into his hair, gripping and tugging as you are overwhelmed with pleasure.

His swollen and full balls slap against your ass, and his arms wrap securely around your waist as he slams into you faster and harder. One of your hands moves toward his horns and grip tight. Screams of pleasure escape you as your walls tighten and squeeze his throbbing base, desperately trying to milk him dry.

“M’ close!” You pull your body as close as possible to him, feeling yourself spasm around him.

“Cum, little one!” The moment those words fall from his lips, your back arches, and your cunt sucks his cock deeper inside you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and for a moment, you black out as your juices squirt out of you, covering him and everything around you both. “Fuck! You feel so fucking good! Ready for me to fill you up?”

“Yes! Yes! Please!” Whimpers and groans escape you both as large amounts of cum spurt out of Ari, and deep into your womb, there’s so much that it begins to leak out of you and onto his lap. “So good! So good!” You hold onto him, whining as you feel him in your stomach. You sag into him as the exhaustion sets in.

“You did good, little one. Get some rest. I’m not done with you yet.” He whispers, stroking your hair as a whine leaves you, feeling his cock begin to harden and grow inside of you.

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Don't Worry, Darling: Two

After marrying the love of your life, Rafe Cameron, you thought you couldn't be happier. But when a murder shakes the island, you learn you don't know your husband as well as you thought. When does Paradise become Hell?

Warnings: 18+, eventual NON-CON, dark!Rafe, oral (female receiving), mentions of murder, mention of birth control, kook!reader, non-canon ages

Word Count: 3k

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When you dazedly open your eyes, you expect to see your husband lying right next to you. A lazy morning kiss being your next assumption.

But you find his side of the bed empty, just a trace of his warmth lingers. You sit up, your brain still foggy with sleep, and the worry he didn’t make it home last night is fleeting.

But he never gets up before you do.

You’re still tying your robe around yourself when you find him in the kitchen. He doesn’t notice you walking in, perched at the island in the center of the room, scrolling through his phone. The smell of coffee wafts through the air and you realize he’s already made a batch. Another thing he never does.

“Good morning,” you greet, finally alerting him to your presence.

Slowly, he looks up, giving you an aloof good morning, then goes right back to his phone.

You can’t help the slight grimace on your face as you pour a cup of coffee.

“You’re up early,” you remark, trying to get him to say anything else to you.

“Yeah.” His eyes are still on his screen.

“What time did you get home last night?” You ask, sipping the sweltering drink.

He finally sets his phone down, giving you his full attention.

“Not too late. Maybe Midnight. You were already asleep,” he shrugs, speaking nonchalantly.

You nod, a moment of silence settling between the two of you.

It’s interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

You make eye contact with him, and for a split second, you can see the unadulterated fear in his blue eyes.

Before you can even set your mug down, Rafe is out of his stool, rushing to the front door.

By the time you catch up to him, you’re shocked to find the sheriff on your doorstep.

“We’ll only take a few minutes of your time,” you hear Shoupe say, and Rafe has no choice but to let him inside.

He’s not alone, a female officer trailing behind him.

Your brow furrows, yet you swallow down your nervousness, giving a polite smile to your guests.

“Please sit down,” you lead them to the living room, gesturing to the sofa. “Can I get you anything?”

Shoupe shakes his head, “no, but thank you. We’ll be quick.”

You sit across from the officers, next to an unusually quiet Rafe.

“What is this about?” You ask them, concern lacing your tone.

Shoupe clears his throat, giving a slight glance to the woman next to him. She has a notepad out, ready to write down anything of interest.

“Well,” he begins. “Chase Anderson didn’t come home last night, and his wife is pretty torn up about it. Called it in first thing this morning.”

“Oh my God,” you mutter, a gasp still in your throat. “Do you think something happened to him?”

“We’re not sure. That’s why we’re here. His wife said he was working late last night. We think you might’ve been one of the last people to see him, Mr. Cameron,” he explains, staring at Rafe.

You shift, glancing at your husband who hasn’t said a word or moved a muscle since he sat down.

“Can you tell us anything about your interaction with him last night? Anything unusual?”

Rafe juts his lips out, tapping his fingers on his knee, like he’s working hard to think about it.

“I barely saw him last night,” he finally answers. “We were both in the office but, he left before me.”

Shoupe nods, listening intently as the officer next to him furiously scribbles down Rafe’s words.

“Did he say anything to you? Was he acting differently?” Shoupe asks, one question after the other.

“I don’t think so.” His face twists up like he’s still trying to remember. “He might’ve said bye as he was leaving. But like I said, I barely saw him.”

The two officers share a look before Shoupe sighs, abruptly standing up. You and Rafe are quick to join him.

You lead them back to the front door, Rafe swinging it open for them.

“Thank you very much for your time,” the sheriff says, eyes flitting between the two of you.

“I hope everything’s alright,” Rafe passively tells him.

“Yeah, hopefully you got what you needed,” you add, sounding more genuine than your husband.

Shoupe leans in a little closer, voice lowering. “Between you and me, I think he skipped town. Probably having an affair.”

You raise your eyebrows, sharing a look with Rafe before you bid them goodbye.

Once the door is closed, you don’t hide the worry on your face. You notice how Rafe’s shoulders look less tense, like he finally let out the breath he was holding.

“That was weird. Do you think he’s okay?” You ask.

“You heard him, he probably skipped town.”

“But an affair?” You sound unconvinced. “We’ve been to Chase and Lauren’s tons of times. They’re not unhappy.”

He sighs, almost like he’s annoyed. “You don’t know what’s going on behind closed doors.”

“Yeah, but.” He walks away in the middle of your sentence, so you follow him to the kitchen, continuing, “it’s just hard to think that’s what could be happening.”

Rafe doesn’t respond. Instead, he finally takes a sip of his coffee, still full to the brim.

“Are you sure nothing happened last night? I just can’t help but think…” You find it hard to finish your sentence.

“Babe, I barely saw him,” he reiterates before setting down his cup, grabbing his wallet and keys instead. His phone is already stuffed away in his front pocket. “I gotta get to work.”

You’re not paying attention to him, still thinking about the strange circumstances.

He gazes at you, sighing. “Y/N, it’s okay.” You finally meet his eyes, finding a gentleness there. “I’ll see you later, alright?”

He gives you a quick kiss before walking past you.

“You don’t want breakfast?” You call out to him, suddenly remembering.

But he’s already gone.

You watch him drive away, through the window above the sink. A bit late for the first kiss of the day, you realize.

It’s been days and still no word about Chase. No one has seen any sign of him, and the police seem to be in a deadlock.

Rafe hasn’t mentioned him since the police came by. You have to be the one to ask him if he’s heard anything new. His answer is always no, quick to move to the next subject.

You wonder if he’s more upset about it than he looks. It’s easier for Rafe to brush things under the rug, instead of actually talking about it.

All you can do is hope they find him sooner than later. Maybe an affair would be best-case scenario at this point.

You stare at the words in front of you. Your client needs these edits done by the end of the week, but it’s been hard for you to sit down and pull all your focus on work.

The sound of the side gate closing disrupts your thoughts. You peek outside the window of your office, noticing a certain blond tending to the pool.

Maybe it’s time for a break anyway.

“Hi, JJ,” you say, your hand shielding your eyes from the blistering sun.

He jumps, turning around to face you with a hand on his chest, relief washing over him when he sees you.

“You scared the crap out of me,” he practically shouts.

You try to refrain from smiling, but you do a poor job.

“How are you doing today?”

“Fine. Just finishing up here,” he replies.

“Why don’t you come inside? I can get you something to drink,” you suggest.

“Uh.” He looks ready to dismiss your offer, but he thinks about it for a moment. “I’m good, but thanks.”

“Oh, come on. When was your last break? I’m sure you’ve been going from one house to another all day.”

It’s a kind offer, but there’s also a hint of worry in your voice, helping to coax him.

He mulls it over. “Rafe’s not home?”

You shake your head, a friendly smile tracing your lips.

He sighs, his smile matching yours, and you’ve convinced him once again.

“So, what do you do all day?” He asks, looking around your kitchen.

He takes in the expensive appliances and the marble countertop of the kitchen island. He realizes he doesn’t exactly fit in, sticking out like a sore thumb with his well-worn work clothes.

“I do have a job,” you chuckle, handing him a glass of lemonade.

He raises his eyebrows, silently telling you to go on, while gulping down the ice-cold drink.

“I’m a book editor. And when I’m not doing that, I usually have something to do around here.” Your eyes scan the squeaky-clean kitchen.

He sets his glass down before asking, “why?”

“Why what?”

“Why have a job? Doesn’t Rafe have more than enough money for the both of you?” He doesn’t hide the disgust in his voice, his face almost in a sneer.

“It’s not about the money,” you explain. “I want to have something for myself. Something I can be proud of.”

“That must be nice. Working, not because you have to.”

You look down, unsure of how to respond. He notices, deciding to change the subject.

“You don’t really seem like Rafe’s type,” JJ comments.

You move your gaze back to him, a question on your lips.

“What does that mean?”

“I mean,” he stops himself before he says something he’ll regret, thinking it through. “I mean, you just don’t seem like some helpless, little Kook who wants to be Rafe Cameron’s perfect housewife.”

All you can do is laugh and he internally breathes a sigh of relief that he didn’t offend you.

“I think you have this idea of Rafe, and that’s fine, but it’s not who he actually is.”

“Please enlighten me, who is Rafe? Cause I guess I’ve never really had a chance to sit down and get to know the guy.” He smirks, the sarcasm doing little to cover up the bitterness in his tone.

You part your lips, ready to say something, but you stop.

“He’s um…” You end up saying, but you trail off, losing your train of thought. “He’s just not as bad as you think. He really has changed.”

The silence between the two of you is deafening. All JJ can do is give a tight-lipped smile, almost like he pities you.

“I should get going. Got other houses to get to.”

You nod, watching him get up.

“Thanks for the lemonade.” He points to his empty glass.

You smile, following him to the front door.

“See you next week,” you call out, your smile disappearing once you’re out of his view.

“So, I told him, there’s no way you’re going to be ready for court on Monday. But my opinion doesn’t really matter,” Topper finishes, taking a sip from his beer.

“Still. It must be so interesting working for a lawyer. I mean, the things you must hear,” Audrey says with a smile.

“Nothing I can tell you.” He laughs, everyone else joining in.

Audrey jokingly pouts before bursting into a laugh.

You sip your wine, still smiling. You and Rafe decided to meet some friends for dinner at the Club. You appreciate how well your friends and Rafe’s friends get along, something that transpired long before your marriage. You all try to get together as much as you can, and who knows? Maybe they’re closer than you realize, you wonder, glancing between Topper and Audrey.

“So, Rafe,” Caroline shifts the conversation. “I heard about Chase. Do you think everything’s okay?”

Suddenly, the weight of Rafe’s arm around your shoulders feels extremely heavy.

“I’m sure he just had to get away for a while,” he answers. He bites his bottom lip before continuing, “maybe the pressure got to him.”

“The pressure?” Caroline asks.

“Yeah, with work and everything. You know, he was working tons before he disappeared. Maybe that’s got something to do with it,” he speculates.

You look to Rafe, realizing he hasn’t said any of that to the police. Your eyes narrow, and you hope no one notices.

“It’s crazy. You think you know someone,” Cassie adds, drinking her cocktail.

“Let’s hope he’s alright,” Kelce remarks, earning nods.

Any semblance of hope about the situation is short lived, because not long after he says that a hush falls over the Island Club.

The bartender scrambles for the remote, turning up the TV mounted to the wall.

“Oh, shit,” Topper mutters, staring at the TV.

Rafe’s arm falls from you as he shifts in his seat, eyes glued to the screen.

“The Kildare County Police Department has found evidence ruling Chase Anderson’s disappearance, a homicide,” the news anchor reports.

There’s a collective gasp, and you move your hand to your mouth, covering yours.

“The County Sheriff will be giving a press conference shortly. If anyone has any information…”

You drown her out, realizing that someone you know has been murdered.

It’s almost quiet enough to hear the waves crashing onto the sand, but the beauty of it falls on deaf ears.

Dinner wrapped up quickly after that, no one knowing what to say, faces crumpled from the idea of death.

The drive home is quiet. Rafe keeps his eyes on the road, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel.

You don’t exactly notice, too preoccupied with the fact a murder happened on the island you have always felt safe on.

Neither of you have said a word to each other by the time you get home, turning on lights and setting your things down in the kitchen.

“I just can’t believe it.” You’re the first one to break the silence.

You’re not sure if he’s listening. He seems out of it, probably processing the news also.

“We didn’t see him that long ago. Now he’s… gone.” Your voice falls to a whisper, the meaning of the word hitting you.

Your husband doesn’t say anything, leaning against the kitchen island while you spit out your stream of consciousness.

“I can’t imagine what Lauren must be feeling right now.”

His eyes move to the floor, like he can’t look at you.

“I mean, murdered, Rafe.” You stare at him, and finally you get the comfort of his gaze, but it doesn’t help. Your voice is still unsteady, cracking a little. “I just can’t help but think. What if… What if it was you?”

You practically fall apart, the tears welling up in your eyes, now wanting to escape. He doesn’t waste a moment in walking over to you and wrapping his big arms around you.

“No, no” he mumbles.

Your eyelids flutter as you rest your head against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, and you start to feel better.

He holds you there and you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head, murmuring into your hair, “we’re okay. You don’t have to worry, baby.”

You move a little to look up at him, finding the soothing face of the man you love, strands of dirty blond hair curtaining concerned blue eyes.

“It’s just…” You pause, thinking. “This all made me think and, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You bring your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. As you lean in for a kiss, he meets you halfway, capturing your lips passionately.

“You won’t ever have to worry about that,” he sighs as you two break away from each other.

You barely give him a second to breathe, kissing him deeply again, your arms encircling his neck.

He licks inside your mouth before turning you around, pushing you into the kitchen island, his body pressed against yours.

You two continue like that until he helps you sit atop it, hooking your legs around his hips. He moves his lips to your neck, softly biting and sucking. His breath feels scorching hot on your skin.

A slight moan falls from you as you start to move your hips against him, needing friction on your clothed core.

“You’re so needy for me, aren’t you?” He breathes out. “Wait until I touch you, like a good girl.”

You whine as his fingers graze your bare thighs, inching closer to where you ache for him.

“Rafe, please.”

A smirk graces his features as he hears you begging.

He gently rubs you through your underwear before pulling them down, leaving you exposed under your sundress.

You gasp when he bends down, latching his lips onto your swollen bud.

You throw your head back as he licks around your hole, then back to your clit, sucking lightly.

“Rafe,” you cry out, the pleasure growing quickly in the pit of your stomach.

He moves his hand up your body while his mouth is on your cunt. His other hand is on your hip, keeping you pinned, no way for you to involuntarily close your legs.

The hand roaming your body, squeezes your breast, massaging you through your dress.

It all becomes too much, and something snaps inside you as you come on his tongue.

When you start to come down, he steps back, taking in your panting figure. He licks his lips, slick with your arousal before kissing you again, tasting your own pleasure.

He’s quick to begin undoing his pants. You shift, logic coming back to your clouded mind.

“You think I’m done with you?”

“Wait, Rafe,” you stop him, and he stills his hand. “We need to be careful right now. My doctor won’t let me start my new birth control until I’m completely off my old one,” you say, still out of breath.

“You don’t need that stuff,” he dismisses, going in to kiss you again.

“Rafe,” you repeat, putting a hand on his chest, giving him a sharp look.

After a moment, he backs down, eyes softening.

“I’ll be extra careful, alright,” he concedes, finally kissing you.

You melt into him, trusting him. He pulls your hips off the marble, flipping you around, bending you over.

He places a kiss on the back of your neck as he lines himself up to you, easily pushing inside.

You hear him groan as your lips part, feeling the familiar stretch.

He waits until he’s all the way inside you before starting a rough pace, his hips slapping against you.

You close your eyes, falling into the waves of pleasure, forgetting the worries of the day. Your only focus is your husband.

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Point of Ignition [five]

WARNINGS: Flirting, sexual innuendo, jealousy, slight emotional angst WORD COUNT: 2989

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You walked down the hall to the kitchen, coming to a stop when you saw Bucky’s bare back at the stove. He glanced over a tattooed shoulder and smiled when he saw you.

“Morning, Pidge. Hungry?”

You blinked, the huskiness of his voice in the morning making you want to give a full-body shiver. You shook your head and walked past him to the fridge. He turned his attention back to the stove as he spoke again.

“Coffee’s almost ready, if you drink that sort of thing.” “Depends. Do you have any creamer?”

You whirled away from the fridge, pointing at him.

“If you say one thing about how you’ve got some cream you can give me, I swear to God—“

Bucky laughed, holding his hands up by his head.

“Down, girl. I won’t say anything, I promise.”

You glared at him until he lowered his hands and turned back to the stove.

“There’s some in there. I personally like a little cream and sugar in mine.”

You opened the door and found the French vanilla creamer, starting to back out of the fridge but stopping when Bucky was suddenly behind you.

“Hold on, Pidge.”

You watched him reach over your shoulder, his muscular arm moving a few things around and bringing out a bottle of hazelnut caramel creamer. You lifted your eyes to his, unable to stop the smile when he grinned at you.

“Can’t let my badass reputation be tarnished by something like this.” “Oh no, we wouldn’t want that.” “Plus, Sam would never let me live it down.” “I bet.”

You kept smiling as you stared up at him, kind of enraptured by his blue eyes and the dark stubble on his face. The heat of his skin near yours was contrasted by the cool air from the fridge, and after a moment of the two of you just staring at each other, you spoke softly.

“Your bacon is burning.” “Hmm?”

You nodded behind him and Bucky glanced over his shoulder.

“Oh, shit.”

You giggled as he hurried to flip the bacon, shaking your head as you closed the fridge, then poured yourself a cup of coffee. After you’d added the creamer, you lifted the mug to your lips and just held it there before taking a slow sip. You closed your eyes as the warmth of the coffee filled your mouth, then your throat, warming your chest as you swallowed. You opened your eyes to see Bucky staring at you, a soft smile on his lips. You felt your cheeks warm, and he turned back to the stove, cracking an egg into a skillet.

“Did you sleep okay?”

You nodded.

“Yeah, you kept your hands to yourself and everything.” “Told you I would, Pidge.” “I was just about certain you’d try to cop a feel.”

Bucky chuckled, keeping his back to you.

“You’ve made your feelings clear, Pidge. I don’t want to feel up anybody who doesn’t want me to.” “Maybe you’re not as bad as I’ve made you out to be.”

Bucky looked over his shoulder, blue eyes wide.

“That sounded damn near close to a compliment, Pidge.” “Oh, whatever.” “That was the nicest thing you’ve said to me." “You’re full of shit.” “I take it back. That was the nicest thing.”

He laughed as you threw a balled-up paper towel at him. He shook his head, stepping to the side and grabbing a plate he’d gotten out of the cabinet and set on the counter.

“Here I am, slaving away to make sure you have a warm breakfast, and the abuse I’m suffering in my own kitchen…” “I didn’t ask you to make me breakfast.”

“You didn’t have to. This is just me being a good host.”

He handed you a plate with scrambled eggs, a few pieces of bacon, and a buttered piece of toast. He turned back to the stove and you took your plate to the bar, sitting on a barstool and taking a bite of bacon.

“You do this for all your friends who spend the night?”

Bucky had a smile on his face as he glanced back at you.

“I don’t have any friends who spend the night.” “So the girl on the couch last night?”

“She’d have been long gone before breakfast."

He turned back with a plate in his hand with double the amount of food he’d given you. You raised your eyebrows as you met his eyes and he gave you a wink before digging in. You shook your head, setting your toast back on the plate.

“I don’t understand.” “What?”

You cut your eyes towards the couch and Bucky sighed.

“It’s just sex, Pidge.”

You blinked, watching him shovel a huge bite of eggs into his mouth, chew and swallow before he spoke again.

“I’m not looking for long-term. I’m not trying to find someone to settle down with who will have my babies. I’m here for a good time.”

He shrugged his shoulders as he dug into his toast, and you wrinkled your nose when he talked with food in his mouth.

“I don’t let girls spend the night. You’re my first there, pigeon.” “Did anyone ever teach you basic table manners? Like not to speak with your mouth full?”

Bucky grinned and winked at you.

“My mama would have my ass. “She needs to.”

Bucky winked at you again, and you rolled your eyes before you went back to your plate. The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, and when Bucky was finished eating, he stood up.

“Seriously, Pidge. As long as you’re here, you’ll be the only one in my bed.” “But not your couch.” “See? You catch on quick.”

You shook your head, but smiled as Bucky took your empty plate and his to the sink.

You took your seat in the auditorium, a nervous flutter in your belly. You would get your test score today, and if you had failed it, you didn’t know what you would do. You knew one failing grade wouldn’t be the end of your college career, but you couldn’t stop those “end of the world” thoughts from coming. You huffed out a breath and tried to reorganize your supplies again, stilling when the normally-empty seat beside you became occupied.

“You nervous about the results too?”

You met John Walker’s eyes with a smile.

“I’m not the only one?”

John sighed, setting his bag down in the seat beside him.

“Definitely not. I haven’t lost any sleep over it, but I’m a little nervous now." “Me too.” “I’m sure you did fine.”

You nodded, looking back down at your notebook.

“But what if I didn’t?”

Your voice was barely a whisper. You swallowed, thinking about the water bottle you had in your bag, the thought slipping away when a warm hand covered yours. You turned your head to see John smiling softly at you.

“It’s not the end of the world. This is only the first test. You’ve got chances to bring your grade up if you didn’t do as well as you wanted to.”

You smiled back at him, holding his eyes.

“Thank you.”

His smile grew, then went comically twisted as the professor walked into the room. You bit your lip to keep from laughing, turning your attention to the front of the room, feeling your cheeks warm when John didn’t move his hand from yours. You turned your hand over and he gently gave yours a squeeze, holding on as the professor began his lecture.

You stood beside John outside the auditorium, the two of you back from the crowd that had gathered beside the bulletin board. The professor had made a list of the test grades and posted them on the board, so not only would you know if you’d failed, but so would everyone else. You tried not to focus on that, but it was hard as you watched the different students in your class go through a range of emotions as they read their grades.

“Ooh, he definitely failed.”

You glanced over to where John nodded, at a guy who walked to a table and sat down, putting his head in his hands. At a quiet cheer, you looked back at the crowds, seeing a girl with her hands up in the air.

“She definitely did not.” “Getting My Degree Barbie.”

You laughed, covering your mouth with a hand. The crowd was slowly dispersing, giving that nervous flutter in your tummy a chance to grow. John took your hand in his, leading the two of you to the board. You blew out a breath, shaking your head.

“You go first.”

John nodded, going towards the end of the list and finding his name.

“C minus. Thank God.”

He gave a nervous laugh and you swallowed, eyes scanning the list until you found your name. Your eyes widened.

“B. I got a B?”

John pointed to your name and you nodded, a smile spreading over his face as he nodded.

“You got a B!”

You laughed as he swept you into his arms and you held him tightly.

“Oh my god, what a relief!”

John gave you a squeeze, then stepped back, holding onto your arms.

“See, you were all nervous for nothing. But I’m going to need to study with you for the next test. Maybe some of your genius can rub off on me.”

You laughed again as you pushed his shoulder, shaking your head. He grabbed your hand, smiling when you met his eyes.

“Let’s celebrate. Can I take you out tonight? Say 7:30?”

You stared into his eyes, liking the way his smile was a little crooked. You found yourself nodding, a soft smile on your lips.

You hurried across the hall, raising your hand as you got to Sam’s door.

Knock knock knock

“Nat!”

Knock knock knock

“Nat!”

Knock knock knock

“Nat!”

You grinned as you stepped back, tapping your foot as you waited. You raised your hand again, repeating the knocks.

“Big Bang Theory?”

You whirled around, pressing yourself against the wall as Bucky stepped out of his bedroom. You’d locked yourself in the bathroom as you were getting ready, and he hadn’t been home when you’d started. He propped a shoulder against his doorframe, a smile on his lips. You shrugged.

“It’s funny.”

Bucky slowly nodded.

“They’re not home.” “Yeah, I got that.”

You kept your back against the wall as his icy blue eyes slowly took you in.

“You look nice, Pidge. Hot date?” “None of your business.”

You felt your face warm and Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve got a date?” “Please, inflect that sentence a bit more.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not a complete troll, you know.” “I never said you were.”

You look at him and narrowed your eyes a bit. His once-relaxed shoulders were raised, tense, jaw clenched, hands absently making fists. You couldn’t help but smile as realization hit.

“Bucky, are you jealous?”

Both of his eyebrows raised a second before he scoffed, and you noticed he was no longer leaning against his door.

“Why would I be jealous?” “You tell me.”

He rolled his eyes, starting to walk down the hall. You bit your lip, then called after him. He stopped and turned back to you, and you sighed.

“Would you do something for me?”

He held your eyes for a moment, then sighed himself.

“You gotta know I’d do anything for you, pigeon.”

You rolled your eyes so hard you swore you could see the back of your skull. Bucky laughed, then made his way back to you.

“What can I do for you, Pidge?”

You sighed, then turned your back to him.

“I can’t reach.”

You stood there, feeling like an idiot with the back of your dress open. Your eyes darted from the floor to the walls to the ceiling, completely missing Bucky’s enraptured stare at the bare skin of your back, interrupted by the lace of your bra. You waited a moment, speaking softly.

“Bucky?” “Yeah, I—I got it.”

You sucked in a breath when his scarred knuckles brushed against your skin as he slowly slid the dress’ zipper up. You closed your eyes to keep your body from shivering at his gentle touch, eyes flying open and sucking in a breath when Bucky squeezed your hips in his big hands.

“There.”

You turned to face him, seeing a soft smile on his lips.

“You look beautiful, Pidge. Much better than you did for our date.”

Your mouth fell open as he laughed. You reached out and punched his shoulder, and he stepped back, one hand moving to rub the area.

“Damn, girl. Maybe I should talk to them about getting you in the ring with me.” “I’d hate to embarrass you in front of all your adoring fans.”

Bucky grinned as he followed you across the hall.

“You’d beat the shit out of me, pigeon. I just know it.” “Hey, maybe then I could give your couch a workout.”

The grin slid from Bucky’s face and you laughed.

“You should see your face! I thought you were ‘what’s good for the goose’ and all. Big talker.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and you snorted as you left his room to go back across the hall. You turned the knob and went into Sam’s room, finding a pair of Natasha’s heels. You turned to leave the room, jumping when you noticed Bucky at the door.

“Jeez, make some noise.”

He stepped aside to let you pass, following you down the hall. You bypassed the couch to sit in one of the recliners, slipping your feet into Natasha’s heels. You stood up, smoothing your hands down the front of your dress, turning to face Bucky.

“What do you think? Too much?”

Bucky let his eyes roam from your head down to your feet, smiling when he met your eyes again.

“Beautiful. Guy’s not gonna know what hit him.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled.

“Thanks. Do you have a spare key I can use?”

Bucky shook his head.

“It’ll be unlocked.” “I don’t know what time I’ll be back. I don’t want to have to wake anybody up.” “You won’t.”

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him. You propped a hand on your hip, eyes widening when realization hit you.

“Bucky, you are not going to wait up for me.” “Never said I was.” “No, but you heavily insinuated it.” “Have fun on your date, Pidge.”

He turned and walked down the hall, ignoring the way you called after him. You gave an irritated huff before going to the front door, letting it slam shut behind you.

Bucky sat on his bed and stared at the wall. He’d heard the door shut, so he knew you were gone and he was alone in the apartment. He lifted a hand to rub at his chin, unable to shake the weird feelings that had come over him the minute he discovered you had a date. It’s not like he was surprised; you were beautiful, any guy would be lucky to have you.

He just didn’t want any guy to have you.

Fuck.

Bucky pushed his hands through his hair and stood up, pacing the floor between the door and his bed.

You weren’t interested in him. You’d made that perfectly clear, and he understood. He wasn’t going to nag you until you gave in, and the moment Bucky Barnes got on his knees to beg for a woman would be his last moment on Earth.

He shook his head, continuing to pace.

He knew the two of you had a connection. You could fight it all you wanted, but even you couldn’t deny it. Maybe not a romantic attraction, but there was something there. He knew it in the way your smile made him feel warm all the way down to his toes. How teasing you was one of his new favorite pastimes, and that swelling he felt in his chest when you teased him right back. The way you didn’t shirk away from his touches, but rather leaned into them, almost like you were needing it.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d think this was a slow burn into falling in love with you.

Bucky came to a hard stop, turning his head and seeing his shocked face in the mirror.

No.

Absolutely not.

Bucky Barnes did not fall in love. He was here for a good time, and love was definitely not a good time. It was too much work and could rip a person to shreds and he was not about that. His dealings with women were more business transactions than romance.

And didn’t that sound dirty and wrong?

Bucky shook his head. He met a girl, made her laugh, took her home and made doubly sure she … enjoyed herself. He was meticulous about making sure she understood there was no chance for a relationship, nothing more than sex, with the slightest possibility for more sex if it was good enough. It was a good system that had worked extremely well for him for the past year and a half.

But the thought of adding you to that equation, to having you on the couch like the rest of the girls made him kind of sick to his stomach.

Bucky groaned, pushing his hands through his hair again. He walked to the bed and sat down, slowly rubbing his hands together, unseeing eyes locked on the wall.

This was nothing. A little crush he had to get over. You’d told him before, you were the first girl who’d told him no, so he saw you as a challenge. You didn’t want him romantically, but you seemed to enjoy his company as much as he enjoyed yours.

So, he’d be your friend. He’d be your best friend.

And that would have to be enough.

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The Accused

Robbie Paulson x Roommate Reader

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Prt 9 of the Different Versions Series

Summary: waking up by someone pulling you out of bed is a rude awakening so he just puts you to bed very nicely

Warning: wall sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I was awoken by someone pulling me from my bed and shoving me into someone chest, my eyes widened but my vision was still blurry "leave her alone you punks, it's ok cutie everything will be ok" I heard Marc's voice as i felt arms wrap around me.

My gaze followed the man blurry people in blue and black uniforms as they ransacked the room "hey that's private" he yelled as he left my side, my vision slowly came into focus, my heart pounding as I looked to the people around me it was the police "Mr Robbie Paulson" marc's doppelganger turned to the person calling him his eyes catching mine.

"I'll be back Cutie be safe" he murmured as he walked by I silently followed him to the lounge my hands clenching my pj shirt as I sat on the couch I watched the police come and go with different of possessions in their hands, I sat still and silent waiting for them to leave, it was about 3 hours when the last cop shut the door.

I turned on the TV my eyes glued to the screen listening to the late day news, "hey cutie I'm back" Robbie called out as he stepped into the apartment "in here" I said not looking away from the TV, I watched from the side of my eye as he shrugged off his jacket his eyes watching me carefully.

"They didn't disturb you too much did they" he asked his voice filled with sincerity and concern it wasn't something I was very much used to it felt comforting, I turned to look at him a slight smile on my face "they were alright but not when they pulled me from my bed" I admitted he smiled sadly and came to sit by my side "I'm sorry" he mumbled, he had a pouty look on his face which made me smile more he was cute.

"Its ok" I murmured resting my head onto my are that on was the back of the couch so I was looking at him directly, he jerked slight as an idea popped into his head his eyes widened in excitement "I know what will make you feel better" he said standing up, my brows frowned in confusion a bit as he rushed to the kitchen and the familiar buzz of the kettle rang out softly through the apartment.

I heard the cluttering and clinking of mugs and utensils before after a fem minutes he brought out two mugs and a packet of choc-chip biscuits, the smell of hot chocolate filled my nose it was delightful I smiled taking one mug from him carefully and thanked him before taking a little sip mh nose crinkled at the slight burn but i didn't care, now don't get me wrong I love Steven's tea and Marc's coffee but fuck the way jake made his hot chocolate was amazing and this tasted the exact same but he'll never tell me how he makes it.

"How did you make it" I questioned seeing if I could finally get the answer "a magician never reveals his secrets" Robbie grinned mischievously as he sipped his own returning to his seat, we fell into comforting silence our gaze turning back to the screen, he grabbed the remote flipping through a few channels intill we found a good movie to watch.

During the movies progression our now empty mugs have been discarded onto the coffee table and our bodies slowly inched towards eachother intil his arms were wrapped around my shoulders, my body pressed up against his and my head nuzzled into the crook of his neck with his on top of mine.

His breathing quickened as he slowly moved his hand down my shoulder to my thighs his finger lightly drawing mindless patterns as he stared at the screen, I smiled warmly and moved my hand to hold his, he flinched at the contact but eased into it I intertwined our fingers and squeezed his hand lightly turning my head to him to see him facing me a cute smile spread across his lips.

"I-i like you cutie" he murmured a dark blush appearing on his cheeks I bit my lip before speaking too "I like you to robbie" he closed his eyes as his smile widened a loving chuckle left his lips "really" he asked leaning a bit more towards me I nodded and leaned in too so our lips touched, he groaned happily as he pressed his lips harder against mine.

I slowly shifted intill I was on top of him my thighs next to his and my chest was pressed up against his, he let out stuffled moans and whines as I slightly moved on his lap, I could feel his cock hardened under me as I grinned against his lips for once I thought I would have control but I was wrong.

I gasped throwing my head back in surprise as I felt him bring down his hand on my ass, his eyes darkened as I brought my face back to his "don't think ill give you control that easily did you" he chuckled his hands gripped my ass making me shudder and sigh in slight pain he chuckled again bring his face to my neck his lips attaching to my skin.

He kissed my neck and slowly move his way down to the tops of my covered breasts he pulled a but back his eyes staring at me "take it off" he breathed out I whined as he took his hands off of me "take.... it .... off" he muttered and I nodded eagerly and slowly grabbed the hem of my pj shirt and pulled it over my head, he groaned as my breast fell out of the shirt and he eagerly moved his hands from my butt to my breasts grabbing and squeezing them firmly.

"So gorgeous" he grumbled before reattaching his lips to my skin this time he wrapped his lips around my nipple his teeth bearingly grazing it causing me to shudder, he pulled away with a 'pop' before moving onto the next was giving it the same treatment as the first "r-robbie" I whined biting my lip, he smirked pulling away "that's my name don't wear it out" he murmured making me rolling my eyes and groan.

"Just fuck me already" I whined again my hands moving to clasp his shoulders, he layed a few kisses along my collar bone before speaking "anything for you cutie" he winked up at me, he slowly stood up his hands still on my ass making it so I had to wrapped my thighs around him, he pressed his lips to mine again as he moved across the apartment in slow steps.

I huffed and tightened my legs around him bringing my core against his bulge, he cursed loudly and pressed me up against the wall "naughty naughty" he teased and slowly released me and let me stand on the ground his body still caged my own, "take it off" this time he was referring to the pj shorts I was wearing, he too started to pull off his clothes his eyes never leaving my hands as the grabbed the hem of my shorts and pushing them just enough so they fell to my feet.

He sucked in a breath as he dropped his clothes to the floor, he grabbed one of my thighs and brought it up to his waist as his other hand grabbed his cock, his eyes stared into mine as he slowly slid the head up and down my slit "take it cutie" he whispered and pushed his cock into my entrance.

I gasped my nails dug into his shoulders as I squeezed my eyes shut "fuck your tight" he huffed the hand that was holding his cock went to the wall surrporting him as he slowly started to move, I whined at the movement of his cock inside as he moved in and out his pants and breathes turned into soft groans as moans.

He moved his head to the crook ofmy neck his labored breaths fanning over my skin "you sound so cute" he groaned as he increased his powerful strokes, the force of his thrusts making me moan as it pushed me further into the wall.

I pushed my head back against the wall, opening my mouth to letout my moans, Robbie took this chance to attach his lips to my neck again but this time sucking harshly definitely leaving a few marks.

My legs quivered as I felt myself get closer to my climax, the waves of pleasure making my eyes roll, I clenched around him making him groan and growl "cumming" he hissed as he did a few more thrusts before pressing inside me releasing his seed painting my insides white, I yelled out in pleasure as I cam after him.

My legs buckled underneath me and Robbie almost let me fall but caught me before I hit the floor "easy cutie, I can't afford to damage you a single bit" he chuckled still breathing heavily, Robbie slowly pulled me back into my arms and helping me to my bed and going to grab afew things to clean me up, my eyes began to flutter and a few yawns let my lips as I began to fall asleep.

"The perfect little cutie, your adorable when you sleep don't worry ill be right here when you wake up, sleep tight cutie love ya"

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Day 20 - "Do I have to say it again?"

[AO3]

Hob is drinking a fresh cup of tea when Dream ― enters his flat, phasing through the door suddenly, like he’s on a mission and Hob chokes on the mouthful of tea. “Hello,” he wheezes once the tea has gone down with minimal choking.

“I would like for you to,” at this, Dream tilts his head, looming in front of Hob on the sofa, “to spank me.”

Hob, for one, is glad he didn’t drink more tea, otherwise he would’ve done a spit-take over Dream’s coat. “I. What.” He frowns, looking around his flat as he wonders if he ended up in another universe somehow. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Dream gives him an unimpressed look, “do I have to say it again? Because I will not,” Dream intones.

“No, no, I heard you. Um,” Hob frowns, gaping as he tries to string words together. Fails. Gulps down about half of his tea as he thinks about what he heard. “Can I at least get why?”

“Many people are thinking about it this month, and I’d like to see what the appeal is,” Dream offers from next to him, sitting down while Hob was gulping down hot tea.

“Ah. Right. Of course. And you want to―not the one doing the spanking?” He sips at his tea, watching as Dream’s lip twitch down, nose scrunching minutely, and Hob refuses to think the word adorable.

“I do not take pleasure in hurting someone, much as I sometimes need to as my function requires.”

“Fair enough,” Hob sighs, clutching the almost-empty mug as a life-line. “Two things: do you want to do it, ah,” Hob tugs at his earlobe, “well. Sexually?”

“If it turns out that way,” Dream says with a tilt of his head, blinking at him, “which is why I came to you.” Hob pointedly doesn’t think about what that means, recognising that this is a time when it’s best to see where things take you. “The second thing?”

Hob grimaces, “well. If you do want to do this, and if you don’t like it. A word you can say to stop it,” of course, if this happens and Dream vanishes in sand, it’d be easy to see why, but considering how often Hob’s thought of 1889…

Dream blinks again, head tilting as he thinks, pink lips purse minutely, “Dreaming. Why a word when I can simply vanish somewhere else?”

“My peace of mind?” He offers, sighing in relief as Dream inclines his head. “Um. You may have to take off your coat,” he says, unsure what’s happening with his life as Dream’s coat just ― vanishes, revealing a plain black shirt and black jeans, the black boots also vanishing as Dream blinks at him. “Uh. Any preferences. For the. Um,” for fuck’s sake, he thinks to himself as he takes a deep breath and finishes the last of his tea, putting it on the coffee table in front of him. “Any preferences for positions?”

Dream tilts his head, and Hob tries not to think about the pale skin revealed to him, looking very soft and ― Hob squeaks, eyes widening as Dream suddenly leans over, chest pressing against Hob’s thighs, a solid weight and Hob’s thoughts trip over as a strip of white is revealed in between Dream’s pants and shirt. Dream lets out a considering sound, head in his hand as Dream turns his head around to look at him.

“Ah. Sure. Um,” Hob takes another deep breath, dragging his thoughts away from ― everything, trying his best to not. In general. “Can I?” He asks, hands hovering over Dream’s back and thighs, and Dream only blinks at him in reply, blue eyes dark as Hob pulls Dream’s arse up. Hob is glad that he put on the TV, the background noise a comfort as Hob gathers scraps of determination to even start. “Hard slaps? Or soft? Um,” he says, voice gravel as he licks his lips.

“Whichever you think,” Dream says, voice deep and Hob swallows, feeling it resonate throughout Dream’s form as he nods. “We can stop if you don’t―”

“It’s not that!” He interrupts, “just. Wasn’t expecting this for today,” he smiles, hopefully not too manic as Dream frowns. Hob sighs and rubs his face, then his eyes as he takes a deep breath, then another. And another. “You won’t smite for this will you?” He says, and Dream shakes his head, still frowning. “Just making sure.”

One, he thinks, body following through as he slaps Dream’s arse, hard, making Dream gasp, arms collapsing underneath his head as Hob takes a breath. Two, he thinks, hitting Dream softly this time. And Dream lets out a tiny sound, like a complaint, blue eyes quickly becoming watery as he stares at Hob. Three, he thinks as he slaps Dream hard.

“Good?” He asks, voice rough as he tries to keep down his cock, feeling it twitch with Dream’s little sounds, with the way Dream nods and wriggles on top of him, which also isn’t helping. “That’s, uh, good,” he stumbles, somehow forgetting the number he was at. One, he starts again, a softer slap this time, and there’s a ― feeling, a wetness against his thigh, like it’s from Dream’s crotch, and pointedly doesn’t think about it.

“Perhaps,” Hob shivers at Dream’s tone, dark and velvet, and Hob bites down a whimper as Dream turns around, arse pressing into his rapidly interested cock. Dream’s crotch has gotten darker, and Hob feels like he’s going to faint as Dream undoes his pants, revealing a thatch of dark hair around a leaking pussy. And pale thighs and legs as the black jeans are taken off. “Also this.”

“If you want,” he says ― or at least, he thinks he does, distracted by the pale thighs as he touches them, soft under his hand, trailing up to soft black pubic hair, and Dream twitches, thighs pressing into his arm. One, he thinks as he slaps Dream’s cunt ― and Dream whines, arching close to his hand. He’s taken from his appreciation of Dream’s reddening cunt as a hand tugs his hair, and he melts into the kiss, grabbing onto Dream’s thigh as they share an intense kiss.

Then Hob slaps Dream’s inner thighs, left then right and Hob can feel Dream gasp and whine into his mouth, Dream’s hand in his hair tugging tightly.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smeptember #smeptember 2023 #dream x hob #hob x dream #hob x morpheus #writing #not sfw #so. got a bit carried away #:)

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dercolaris · 7 months

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Arkham Asylum Soap

Woohoo, I'm back! Today there is a relaxed, hopefully funny story for you. It's based on this small video here: https://youtu.be/rFWb7DG7zTc?si=12amI4CKDI1e8-IY

Main characters: Scarecrow, Riddler, Mad Hatter, Harley Quinn, Two-Face, Poison Ivy.

Enjoy!

The teaspoon clinked against the white porcelain of the coffee mug a few times as the former psychiatrist's blue eyes looked relaxed through the window in front of him. On the weekends, the therapy rooms - formerly interrogation rooms - were rarely used by the few psychologists present and were therefore open to inmates for various leisure activities, at least if they were not stuck in the hated solitary confinement again. Jonathan took a sip of his black coffee. Normally no one ever strayed into these rooms, as it was widely known that they could be observed through the one-sided mirror in the equally open adjoining room.

This information still seemed not to have reached Jervis Tetch, despite his frequent visits to Arkham Asylum. The Mad Hatter sat in the therapy room, extremely concentrated while gluing a pair of googly eyes onto a stone. The blonde-haired man gave the stone a few scraps of a discarded washcloth that he had probably been allowed to take with him when he worked in the laundry department of the asylum. The stone was soon joined by a plastic fork and a plastic cup, both of which were equally lovingly prepared with googly eyes and fabric hair.

Before the wayward show in the therapy room could begin, there was a sudden knock on the door to the room of the uninvited viewer. Jonathan didn't even look up, just murmured quietly: "Can I do something for you, Edward?" The Riddler raised an eyebrow and looked reproachfully at his cellmate. He spoke condemningly: “I know that especially you are sitting here in Arkham for a very good reason, but watching another inmate through a one-sided mirror like a psycho while drinking a coffee in peace and quiet is something that is a little too much for me, Jon. This is unreasonably creepy even by your low standards.”

The former psychiatrist shrugged his shoulders and absently stirred his hot drink again. He finally replied calmly: "Perhaps you would sit with me for a moment, Edward, before you judge. You'll probably understand why I don't want to miss this special opportunity." The Riddler snorted softly, then sat down sceptically next to Jonathan and looked confused through the window. He asked quietly: “And what exactly should we observe here now? Is Tetch going to tap dance or something?”

Scarecrow smiled a little: “No, something much better is about to happen. Just be patient for a moment.” Before Edward could reply, Harley Quinn suddenly poked her head into the observation room. The Clown took a look into the therapy room and held her breath for a moment. She looked at Jonathan, who only nodded meaningfully. The woman disappeared for a moment, but then returned with a chair and sat down next to the two men present. Harley squealed excitedly: “Don’t tell me he already started. I definitely didn’t want to miss the answer to the cliff hanger in the last episode!”

Jonathan shook his head slowly and took another sip of his coffee. Edward was about to ask more questions when Jervis suddenly picked up the stone and the plastic fork in the therapy room. Harley sat down tensely and whispered seriously: "Here we go, hush everyone!" The Mad Hatter cleared his throat and began to speak for the plastic fork in a mock dark voice: "Maddison, you still haven't answered my question. How am I supposed to plan our future if you stay away from me?”

The Riddler blinked in confusion and whispered barely audibly to Scarecrow: "What the hell is that idiot doing?" The former psychiatrist replied with a grin: "He's living out his fantasy and subconsciously letting the rest of us participate in it." "That's already episode six," added Harley Quinn nervously, "Maddison is totally indecisive and Francisco just doesn't know if he can trust her. He asked her in the fourth episode if she would like to marry him.” Edward was literally speechless by so much madness.

Jervis, on the other hand, seemed to be just getting started with his performance. The little man now moved the stone back and forth, squeaking in a loud female-like voice: “Francisco, please understand – love. This love, it's so heavy on my heart and I feel torn inside." The Riddler rolled his eyes a little, then murmured dryly to himself: "It's supposed to be hard to be torn when you're a fucking stone." “Show some fucking respect for Maddison, asshole,” a distorted voice suddenly growled behind him.

Two-Face sat down with a chair next to the tinkerer and took a bite of a donut with relish. Edward slowly couldn't believe his cellmates anymore. Was this cheesy soap opera well known to all the inmates or what? The Riddler cursed under his breath. Now he himself began to describe this madness as an entertainment medium. The plastic fork came back into use in the therapy room: “But why? I gave you everything. Everything you've ever wanted. What is tearing you apart, my love? Just tell me.”

Next to Jonathan, Harley Quinn repeated almost breathlessly: “He really gave her everything.” There was a dramatic pause. At that moment, Jervis turned the stone painfully slowly around and then continued in the squeaky voice: "It's not that easy, Francisco." The entire viewers room held its breath for a moment - even Edward was suddenly carried away by the drama behind the glass. The plastic fork moved a little closer to the ‘back’ of the stone as the Mad Hatter asked loudly: "Why isn't it easy, Maddison? Tell me why you can’t bind your heart to me. I don’t understand it anymore.”

Poison Ivy suddenly appeared behind Harley, casually supporting herself on her partner's shoulders. The Harlequin, on the other hand, chewed nervously on her fingernails and stared with wide eyes at the spectacle behind the window. Finally, the stone turned slowly back to the fork and uttered more words: “Francisco, I can no longer bind my heart to you. There is – someone else in my life.” The group in the other room reacted with shock to this unexpected information. Harley Quinn in particular, near tears, whispered: “No, Maddison. Why? You were such a perfect couple with Francisco!”

Harvey also commented on this unexpected plot twist: "She actually cheated on Francisco?" His other side growled in a distorted voice: "He should stab that cunt straight in the heart." Harvey calmed his other half down quietly: "We'll just have to wait and see who the other one actually is. Maybe she has a good reason to dump him." "I don't fucking care," Two-Face continued his dialogue with himself, "whoever symbolically drives a knife into a partner's heart with such a decision deserves a cold, sharp blade in the chest in return."

The plastic fork couldn't respond at all for a long time because of the shock. He finally stammered, audibly devastated: "I can't and don't want to believe that, Maddison." "But it's true," the stone commented in a dramatic voice, "My heart belongs ..." The answer took a long time. During this new pause, no one in the next room dared to breathe. Even Edward was caught in the act, casually grabbing Jonathan's coffee mug out of his hands and taking a long sip of the hot drink.

The former psychiatrist cleared his throat at this insolence, but was immediately forced to calm down by Harley. Maddison took another deep breath and finally spoke up: “Your brother Orlando.” The plastic fork slumped forward a little and stood now sideways on the table. Francisco's deep voice stammered again: “No, Maddison. That… No. And that with my own brother too?” Jervis suddenly took the plastic cup from under the table and placed it next to the stone. He shouted confidently: “I can simply offer her more than you, brother. I was always the better of the two of us!”

Ivy clicked her tongue contemptuously and spoke bitterly: “Men. Even in this situation, all they think about is who is better. This macho behaviour was supposed to drive Maddison straight into the arms of Angelina.” Harley began to cry loudly and sniffed into a tissue. She sobbed, completely distraught: “Francisco didn’t deserve this. How unfair!” Two-Face suddenly pulled a bread knife out of his pocket and said angrily: “I’m going to stab that bitch and the shitty son of a bitch! Our brave guy doesn't deserve this! For Francisco!”

At this moment, three villains stood up at the same time. Edward and Jonathan tried their best to held Harvey back with all their might, as he waved his knives around wildly, trying to put his plan into action. Harley had lost herself in an uncontrollable fit of tears. Ivy shook her head very slowly at the sight, then commented calmly on the situation: "Do I really want to imagine that this all started with a madman that putted googly eyes on a fork, a cup and a stone?"

#batman #dc #jonathan crane #edward nygma #jervis tetch #riddler #mad hatter #scriddler #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #harvey dent #riddlecrow #two face #poison ivy #pamela isley #scarecrow

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wambsgansshoelaces · 4 months

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Waiting For You

Chapter 2; Beginnings

Siobhan Roy x fem!Reader

a/n: read the rest! I love shiv

Word Count: 3.349k

Shiv doesn’t come down to breakfast the next morning. You sit by yourself at a table, quietly eating a plateful of some of the best food you’d ever had. Silently, Kendall joins you, his chair making a muffled noise as it scrapes against the carpet.

Neither of you say anything for a while. This is normal for the two of you, though. Even though he was older than you and Shiv, you’d both always done the talking for him. You have extensive memories of pitching Logan on what to get for Kendall’s birthday, you and Shiv pretending like Ken hadn’t had told you what he wanted minutes before. You like to think he’d taught you how to appreciate silent company.

The dark bags under his eyes are deeper than usual, and he’s gripping a cup of coffee.

“Trying to strangle it?” you ask, taking a sip from your own mug.

“Pretending like it’s Dad,” he mutters back. “I don’t get why he can’t just leave me alone.”

You sigh. “I wish I could give you insight on that.” You poke at your food now, searching for something to say. “It’s always about the money, Ken. I’m sorry.”

He finishes with his food, but doesn’t get up. He leans back in his chair, staring into his hands. “You know…” He takes a centering breath. “I think we should hit him. Here. Tomorrow.”

You chew slowly. “We? What are we doing?”

“I want us to squash him before he has the chance to fuck me over.”

“How?” you ask carefully.

“Hostile. We’ll go straight for the shareholders first, and if that doesn’t work, I’m pretty sure we can convince the board to hand the company to us.” You meet his gaze. “And I want you and Shiv managing. You’ll both get seats on the board. I like you, Y/N, your head is screwed on right. And I trust you.”

You take another sip of coffee. “It’s an amazing offer. You think Shiv will like it?” you ask.

“If you can’t convince Shiv, let me talk to her. But there’s no reason she won’t listen to you. Besides, we’re talking about you right now. What do you think?”

You set your cup down on the table. “I think it’ll work,” you tell him truthfully. “And I know you’re a good person, Kendall. So just tell me what you need me to do.”

He gets to his feet, reaches over, and gives your arm a squeeze. “You’re a saint.”

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Shiv finds you when you’re taking a stroll through the gardens. She hurries to your side, falling into step next to you.

“You’re up early,” you say drolly, glancing at the time on your phone. Noon.

“Hungover,” she says airily. “I woke up with the worst headache. Then I saw you from the window.”

You wonder idly why she joined you. “Feeling better, then?”

“No, I just wanted to walk with you.”

The weather is gorgeous, the sun warming your skin and brightly illuminating everything around you. The two of you stop in a patch of shade, a bench conveniently placed, protected from the sun.

“Did you tell Kendall?” she asks, sitting down next to you.

“Yeah, last night.” Your arms brush together. “He came to talk to me this morning, too.”

“Well?” She holds eye contact, the blue of her eyes unflinching.

“Well,” you repeat, taking a moment to get your thoughts together. “He wants to avoid it, obviously. Put a stop to the secret stock buying bullshit. He’s looking at just going hostile and booting Logan from Waystar.”

“Depending on the shareholders, it could work,” Shiv murmurs back, turning the idea over in her head.

“That’s what I told him. And I feel like he has enough power to fight management even if it fails.” You fall silent.

“What’re you not telling me?”

You hastily look away, before meeting her gaze again. “He wants to instate you and me into management. If a hostile takeover doesn’t work, and he goes to fight… us backing him gives him the win. I think it’s a win-win.”

The beginning of a frown is forming on her face. “What, and we just leave my dad?”

“Well, yeah. We’d be making more money and working for a better man. I don’t see why we shouldn’t.”

She’s truly frowning now, her pretty features wrinkling. “Don’t you think this is stupid?”

“The opposite.” You search her gaze. You don’t know what you’re looking for. “Shiv, we go through with this, we come out with bigger careers and making so much more fucking money. And you’ve been looking for a reason to cut clean from your father… Don’t you think this is it?”

She rests her head up in her hands, elbows resting on her knees. “Everything you’re saying makes sense. But I just… I have a bad feeling.”

“About what, Shiv? The logic is there. I feel like there’s nothing your dad can do after Waystar gets absorbed by Kendall. And you’ll be protected there. From Maria.”

She pushed herself back into an upright position, her thumb twisting a ring around her index finger. “What’s his plan?”

“He wants to serve Logan as soon as possible. While we’re here, so he can’t do anything crazy about it. And then they clash.”

“Does he need a definitive answer?”

“You can probably get away with not saying anything until after we’re back in the States. That’s when he’ll probably need a final list for the board and management.”

“I can get away with it? What about you?” Her brow furrows.

“I told him I was in. This sort of opportunity isn’t going to come again. I make more money, the stress in my life dissipates, I’m working for Kendall… I really don’t see any cons. I trust him, Shiv. Besides, I want you to be the best you can be. Climb the highest with your career. And I think you can do that on Ken’s side, not Logan’s.”

“Why’d you say yes without telling me?”

You pause. “I didn’t think I had to.”

She catches herself. “I mean, you don’t. It just would’ve been nice if we hashed it out together.”

“Honestly, Shiv, I didn’t think you’d be so opposed to it. This is huge. We can kill any influence your dad has, and Maria will fuck off with him. And, come on, Shiv, you’d probably only have to work a day in the week because of how much you’ll be fucking paid.”

“Since you’re doing it, I’m doing it too,” she says decidedly. “It’s… I don’t know, Y/N. I just have one of those feelings, you know?”

You, against your common sense, gently take her hand in yours. “I get it. And if something does go wrong, we’ll be fully equipped to handle it. You have nothing to worry about.”

Shiv gives your hand a grateful squeeze. “Where’s Ken, do you know? I have some ideas.”

You snort. “Like what? Illegally acquire a gun to shoot your father with?”

“That was my best idea when we were twelve,” she reminds you. “What I want to do is cause him some fucking problems.”

“So he’s otherwise occupied even back in the States.”

“My partner in crime. We’re on the same wavelength.” She tugs you to your feet, your hands still clasped together. “And I just want him to suffer.”

“Psychopath,” you mutter.

“You love me anyway,” she retorts. You can’t argue with that.

“What’re you thinking of?”

“I swear this isn’t just because I think she’s a bitch, but I’m almost a hundred percent sure Maria is drawing deals with the devil. So, we get dirt on her, make her look bad and Dad look worse.”

You continue your stroll together, deciding to turn the conversation elsewhere.

“What’s the schedule for the next few days?” you ask.

“Rehearsal dinner is tomorrow. Wedding the day after that,” she says. “The days after are all sightseeing tours. If I have to watch my father make bedroom eyes one more time I’ll kill myself. I don’t wanna fucking sit through this shit show.”

“What, watching your dad get married to his fourth wife or watching your dad attempt to commit murder on his son?”

“Both.” She plucks a white lily from a bush you pass by, twirling the stem between her fingers as you continue to walk. “Kendall should do it right before Dad walks down the aisle.”

“Jeez, Shiv. Brutal.”

“He deserves it.”

You have no argument for that. She plucks the bottom half of the stem off, shortening it, then stopping you form moving forward. She tucks the stem behind your ear, arranging your hair around it so it stays.

“Pretty,” is all she says before you start walking again.

“Lunch is soon,” you murmur, trying to distract from the butterflies fluttering about your stomach.

“Isn’t it on the ocean?”

“Something like that.”

“We should match. Wear those cute floral dresses we bought together before we came.”

You both get ready in her room, her flitting about, pulling her outfit together. You both had the same floral pattern printed onto the fabric of your dresses, but the style and color were completely different between you two. The cerulean blue offset her skin pleasingly, the cut accentuating her hips. You keep catching yourself staring. Her bare feet patter lightly on the tile as she hunts for a pair of heels.

“We haven’t even been here for a week. How’d you lose them?”

“I didn’t lose them,” she insists, clipping an earring into place. She disappears in the bathroom to inspect her makeup and hair, and you go to peek under her bed.

“Found them,” you call to her.

“Fuck you!” comes her response.

You hand them to her when she comes back, and she makes a face at you. “It’s not like I hid them,” you say adamantly. She toes the shoes on, reaching out to straighten out the fabric bunching over your hips. Her palms smooth over the divots of your waist, her eyes raking over you, inspecting. Her gaze snags on the lily. You’d thought it was cute, so you’d kept it in your hair. You forget how to breathe. Shiv doesn’t notice, instead picking up her purse and beckoning you out the door with her.

Still a bit dazed, you follow her out and into the back of a black SUV. She sets her sunglasses atop her head, pushing back her hair with them. She glances at you and gives you a tight lipped smile.

“What’s up your ass?” you ask, making a face.

“Nothing. Nothing.” She suppresses the smile, turning to look out the window as you begin to move.

“You’re thinking about something,” you point out. “I know you, Shiv.”

She doesn’t turn back. “Nothing important,” she insists flippantly.

“Whatever you say.” You turn the opposite direction, watching as the world passes by.

“It’s just,” she begins, “I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“That conversation we had last night. While I was busy regurgitating the contents of my stomach.”

“What about it?”

“I don’t know how to do anything I promised. So don’t expect anything.”

You roll your eyes. “Shiv.”

“I’m being serious! Any sort of affection is difficult for me to show back.”

“Affection?”

“Yeah, you’re so lovey. Attentive. I wanna be like that, too. It feels nice when you do it, so why don’t I return the favor?”

You feel your body flush with heat. “I think that’s just how I am,” you say, lying through your teeth. “There are no favors for you to return.”

She tsks. “I’m doing it anyway. I mean, I’ll try to. It’ll probably be shitty execution, like a latte for you every blue moon. But you’re a good person, Y/N. I want you to know that I’m trying, even though I’m fucking failing spectacularly.”

You can’t, for the life of you, discern the nature of this conversation. A part of you, the stupid, hopeful part of you, wants to believe she’s flirting. But what would you know?

When she opens the car door, she reaches behind her to take your hand. You’re assaulted by the bright flashes of the paparazzi cameras. Your sunglasses sit on the bridge of your nose, but they only do so much. Shiv, experienced, drags you through the crowd, head up, pace unwavering.

You get past the security barricade, and walk along a pier to get to a massive patio built on the planks over the water.

“This is nice,” you tell her.

“What did you expect? The more spoiled people are, the less they care to ask questions.”

“Doesn’t stop them from asking, though.”

The lunch itself is lush. Shiv’s wandered off, mingling with a group of executives, and you and Roman watch Maria make her rounds.

“God, she makes me want to vomit,” he says to you.

“You say that about everyone,” you remind him.

“Fuck you.” He opens his mouth to say more, then promptly shuts it, Maria turning to you both. “Mrs. Roy,” he says dramatically.

“Roman, Y/N. Pleasure to see you both,” she drawls. “Enjoying the festivities?”

“Yeah. Sun, sand, salt water. It’s great,” Roman says back, his arms crossed over his torso. “It’s great, really.”

Maria ignores him, instead asking, “Do you mind if I steal your friend?” He throws you a glance before leaving you with her. “I’ve been meaning to speak with you on our own.”

“Have you, now,” you reply, distracted, noticing Shiv’s eyes flickering your direction from across the room. She takes a strained sip from whatever it is she’s drinking, her conversation halted.

She takes your arm, leading you off the patio.

“You know I run my own press company.”

“What happened to not talking about work?” you ask lightly. You both walk slowly, the pier creaking under your feet.

“Sometimes,” she manages back, “things need to get done.”

“So.” The breeze tickles your skin. “What needs to get done?”

Maria stares off into the ocean. “Plenty of things.”

“I’m assuming at least one of those things involve me. Otherwise, I don’t think we’d be having this conversation.”

“You’re smart. Which is why I’ve come to you, specifically.”

“I don’t enjoy running erratically around the point,” you say lowly.

She sighs. “I would like you to consider your current position. You’re awfully close to Siobhan, given your positions at Waystar. And Roman, Kendall, Connor.” She smooths her hand over her dress. “And I figure it’s time we sever ties to those we find not helpful. Siobhan, Kendall, threats to the throne. Roman, Connor, media liabilities.” Maria glances at you. “Understand my meaning?”

“I do. But I’m lost as to how this has anything to do with me.”

“You’re in a perfect place to be… extracting information.”

You have to keep yourself from rolling your eyes. That’s what this was about- she wants an outlet for dirt to make herself higher in the line of succession.

“What are you implying?” you ask bluntly. “Because I feel like you’re implying I pry into my coworkers’ personal and professional lives and snoop.”

“Oh, I’m not implying anything. I’m just telling you, Y/N, that Logan and I have big plans for after we wed. And it’d be a shame if your potential went to waste while you go down with the rest of them.”

You frown. “Maria, what is the point of this conversation? You’re running in circles.”

“Y/N, we need someone with your skill set if we are to sever Siobhan and Kendall from Waystar. Someone competent, at that, that we can trust. And you’re all the above. If you see this through… lots of good things will come.”

“How is there any severing going on? What is ‘this’?” you ask, trying to dig. Not only are you trying to illicit information from her, you’re genuinely confused. She must’ve been watching too many crime syndicate movies.

“Just think about what I said. Enjoy yourself. We’ll talk again later.” You’re left confused, and slightly pissed off. After Maria steps away, and you’re back on the patio, Shiv’s at your side.

“What was that about?”

“You’re right to be suspicious about her. She’s… thought a lot about the succession.”

“Come on, let’s go sit in the sand or something. We should talk.” You both make your way to the beach, heels clutched in your hands. A hermit crab scuttles past you as you lower yourself into a sitting position.

“She basically just wants me to flip. Something about wasting my potential and the fact that you and your siblings are all threats and liabilities.” You stick your feet into the sand in front of you, the warmth seeping into your skin.

“That’s not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about us.” The wind picks up, blowing her hair back, exposing her jaw. “All of that stuff I said about being a better friend? Forget it. It's all bullshit.”

You blink, taken aback. “Oh.”

Shiv takes her sunglasses off, dropping them into the sand next to her. To your surprise, her eyes are watering, and she’s biting her lip.

“No, not like that. Not like that at all,” she continues, voice steady. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous, even when you’re fucking confused.” Your heart skips a beat. Hope blooms in your chest, a beautiful, ravaging feeling. “What I was trying to say last night, and earlier, in the car, was not that I want to be a better friend, but I want to be a lover. Your lover. I want to be with you,” she says bluntly.

You reach out towards her, stamping away her tears with your thumb before they fall. “Really?” you ask meekly. “Or is this some sort of sick prank?”

“No, never. You’re the fucking light of my life. I don’t get any of these feelings, Y/N, but I’ve had them for so long and I can’t keep ignoring them. I want you. That’s all I understand. That I need you so badly that I’d ruin my life for you, I’d fucking steal the stars from the sky if you asked.”

“I need you, too,” you murmur, barely a whisper.

Before you can even begin to articulate your next words, Shiv’s hands are gripping your jaw and yanking you towards her. Her lips crash against yours.

It’s a sloppy kiss. You’re both so needy, so hungry for each other neither of you know what to do. Her lips are just as plush, just as firm as you’d imagined. Her fingers dig into your skin, and she kisses you harder and harder. You manage to pull away, moving to press hot kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. An airy sigh leaves her lips, her fingers sliding up your jaw to tangle in your hair.

“Fuck,” she breathes. She sounds beautiful. She looks beautiful. “I’ve imagined this hundreds of thousands of times in my mind. It never amounted to the real thing. God, I fucking need you. All that fucking rambling earlier? I was just trying to ignore the fact that every time I look at you I can't fucking breathe."

She whines when your mouth leaves her neck. “We can’t get caught,” you say softly.

“I don’t give a shit who sees us,” she insists. “Besides, we’re so far from the pier, it doesn’t matter.” She pushes herself into her lap so she can tip your head back and kiss you again. She parts your lips with hers, greedy. She pulls away, hands cupping your face, and lets you press a kiss to her jaw.

“Slow down,” you murmur. “You’ve barely just confessed.” Your hands go to the swells of her hips, fitting perfectly, as if they were meant to be there. They slide along her waist, then back, before you give her a squeeze.

“I’ve been waiting so long,” she tells you, planting another messy kiss on your lips. “And so have you, by the way you’re feeling me up.”

“You love it, Shiv, don’t lie to yourself,” you tease, getting a smile to split her face.

"You're right, baby. I fucking love it."

#shiv roy x reader #I’d love to hear your thoughts #shiv roy x you #feel free to leave constructive criticism #siobhan roy x reader #siobhan roy x you #siobhan roy #shiv roy #shiv roy x fem!reader #wlw #succession #succession hbo #succession fic #wambsgansshoelaces #succession x reader #waiting for you

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violetsaffron5 · 1 year

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12 Days of Christmas (2022)

11 | Eleven Pipers Piping

Pairing: Nanami Kento x f!Reader

Prompt: Giving the love of your life the best Christmas present.

Words: 1.4k

CW: pregnant sex, love, kink of breeding kink

You hear the front door to your humble home open, before closing quietly as you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror.

You look different. You feel different. But, nobody has seemed to notice yet.

While your loving husband, Kento, was working late on this beautiful, snowy Christmas day, you spent your morning, afternoon and most of the evening in the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, you give yourself one final glance in the mirror: tired eyes, a few darker splotches on your skin that you’re sure were not there five weeks ago, yet despite that, there’s a glow that didn’t exist before either.

Leaving the bathroom, you quickly get into your favorite dress, which also happens to show off your growing, tender breasts, and the small box you plan to give your husband tonight.

“Hello, my love.” He greets once you’ve walked into the open space of the living room. He sits comfortably in his favorite wingback chair, one leg crossed over the other reading a book. He’s in his work attire, cream dress pants with a dark blue shirt. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt - his sign of being comfortable and relaxed.

You give him a soft smile as he closes the book and makes his way towards you, giving a firm, tender peck to your lips before embracing you.

You look up to him with nothing but love and devotion in your eyes. Excited, yet nervous to share the news with him.

“You look tired. Are you getting plenty of rest?” He asks gently, cupping your face in his large hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

Grabbing his hand in yours, you automatically lean into his touch, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. “Yes, I just haven’t been feeling well lately.”

“Ah. Let me make you some tea.” He says, placing another gentle kiss on your forehead, “I have just the blend to make you feel better.”

You watch as he makes his way to the kitchen, setting up the electric kettle. While the water heats, he diligently measures the loose leaf tea blend he’s preparing before placing it in the infuser.

Once it’s finished, he lets the tea steep in the water for several minutes before taking the infuser out and bringing you the fresh cup of tea.

“Ginger and mint, to help settle your stomach.”

You thank him, taking several sips from the mug. It’s almost instantaneous, how your stomach stops churning. Goosebumps appear on your skin from the warmth of the tea, and you feel Kento’s arm pull you in close to him, once he sits on the couch next to you.

Clearing your throat, you grab the small box you’ve placed on the coffee table in front of you and turn towards your loving husband.

In his hand is also a small box, and as curious as you are about what his gift may be, you need to get this over with before the nausea returns.

You give him a wide smile, handing him the box before he has the chance to hand you his. He accepts with a smile, placing his wrapped gift on the end table next to him before gently opening yours.

“I know this is going to come as a surprise, but we’ll need to change some of our plans for the Malaysia trip we plan on taking in a couple of months.”

Kento looks at you curiously before turning his attention back to the small box, moving the tissue paper out of the way to reveal a stick with two pink lines on it.

He immediately looks at you with wide eyes, full of warmth and adoration.

“Really?” He asks quietly.

You nod your head, a goofy grin plastered on your face. He sets the box down, grabbing either side of your face with his hands smothering you with feather-like kisses all over before running his nose up and down the length of yours tenderly.

“This is the best gift,” he whispers, almost inaudible as he takes in the news, his forehead pressed against yours.

You smile at his reaction, thinking of how silly you were for being nervous to tell him. You knew his reaction would be this way. After all, you had been trying to get pregnant for some time now.

The kisses you place on Kento’s lips are heated, hurried, needy, in a way they never have been before. Hiking up your dress, you move to straddle him, rolling your hips down on his.

He groans into the kiss, his pants feeling tighter with each passing second. “Are you sure you’re feeling up to this?”

“Yes,” you breathe, tangling your hand into his golden locks, “need this. Need to show you how much I love you.”

You tilt your head, giving him more access to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw to that soft spot below your ear that always leaves you a moaning mess; putty in his large, calloused hands.

Kento moves his hands down your body, down your shoulders, down your breasts, letting his thumbs graze over your hardened nipples. You moan at the contact as he continues to make his way down past your waist and hips.

His hips are moving, along with yours when he brings one hand between the apex of your thighs, running two fingers through your already soaking cunt.

“Kento, can’t wait,” you whine, rolling your hips on his hand.

“Are you sure, my love?”

You mewl, nodding your head as his thumb draws tight circles on your sensitive clit. As quick as he’s able, he undoes his belt and unzips his pants with his free hand, releasing his cock from the confines of his briefs.

Grabbing his thick cock, you line him up perfectly at your entrance. He hisses as you lower yourself on his length, until you’re fully seated in his lap, rocking back and forth gently.

Any other time, you would need to be well prepared to take him, but since getting pregnant, you’ve been incredibly frisky, ready to take him at a moment's notice.

He holds your body, enamored with the way you move - the way you’re literally so full of him at this very moment. He runs a hand over your stomach lovingly, feeling the bulge from his cock, and he can’t wait until that is replaced with your growing belly.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, moving the straps of your dress down your shoulders, exposing your tender breasts to him.

You jolt when he leans forward, slipping one of your nipples in his mouth, rolling the hardened bud with his tongue, while placing his other on the small of your back, helping you bounce and rock back and forth on his cock.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, eyes raking over your body, taking in every dip and curve of your body as you chant his name like a prayer over and over.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his back, eyes locked onto one another, drinking each other in. You’re both moving slow, rolling your hips into one another, meeting each other's thrusts in that perfect, rhythmic pace you know and love so much.

Heat develops in your core, your own thoughts running rampant of being so full of Kento. You’ll be showing in a few months time, proof of your love for one another.

“Baby, I’m so cl-close,” you’re panting, sharing breaths with your one and only.

“Gonna cum, love? Give it to me, give it to daddy,” he grunts, feeling the way your cunt squeezes his dick, watching the way you shudder on top of him as waves of pleasure wash over you, and you’re gushing on his cock in a way you’ve never done before.

The warmth of his release fills you, unable to hold back any more. He lets out a guttural groan at the feeling, your arousals mixing and dripping down your thigh as he keeps your hips moving until you’ve both come down from your respective highs.

You sigh, kissing him deeply before placing your head in the crook of his neck.

“Merry Christmas, my love. Thank you for gifting me the best present.” Kento says, caressing your back gently.

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lunargrapejuice · 1 year

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a sweet sunday picture

kento nanami x fem!reader | 1.7k + words

repost from my old blog <3

no matter how many times you’ve come to this cafe it always has you in awe; surrounded by beautiful pink sakura, the aroma of sweet coffee in the air, the quiet chattering and giggles of others who wander around the small park that shares the breathtaking scenery. it’s the perfect start to a warm spring sunday afternoon with the man you love.

he’s quite the sight himself on these days, blonde hair styled flawlessly, dark sun glasses instead of his every day glasses, comfortable grey slacks, baby blue cotton tee that fits him perfectly and allows his collar bones to just barely show. he looks so handsome and relaxed as he drinks his black coffee in the seat in front of you, his attention on you and you alone.

nanami watches through dark glasses as you look in wonder at the blossoming trees, admiring how beautifully your face lights up when the wind blows slightly and the pink petals flurry like pastel snow throughout the whole park. he’s not looking at the flowers though, he never is, in his eyes they couldn’t begin to compare to you.

“should we go for a walk once we’re done here?” he asks when your sparkling e/c orbs come back to him. he reaches his hand over the table to sit on top of yours, holding his coffee mug in the other and takes a sip.

“i’d love that,” you smile, moving your hand so your fingers lace together.

you and nanami have walked through this park many times since getting together after coming across it one morning after spending the night as his apartment and it’s been a special place ever since. strolling through the trees around the pond that lay in the center of it all after breakfast and coffee, hanging on his arms as you walk and fall more in love. nothing was better and nothing could ruin it.

except of course the ringing of nanamis phone, a call from ijichi.

you stand towards the side of the walkway as he takes the call. it’s not unusual for him to be called away for work, being in the jujutsu sorcerer world yourself, as shokos medical assistant not a sorcerer, you’re more than understanding when he has to leave, though that never makes it any easier.

“- i’m sorry darling,” he apologizes sincerely. “let’s go.” he places his hand on your lower middle back and you start to walk side by side once again through the park but this time to leave.

“i understand,” you assure him. “hey, before we go take a picture with me?” you look up at him with pleading eyes and continue before he can answer. “we’ve been here so much and it’s beautiful and we hardly have any pictures together. please ken!”

he lets out a breathy laugh at the nickname only you’re allowed to call him and agrees with a smile. he’s happy to if it will make you happy, especially after having to leave you in the middle of your day together. you always put on a brave face when he has to leave when you’re on a date or spending time together but he knows how much it sucks.

“it’ll be quick, promise! wait right here,” you instruct and flag down a passing stranger to take your picture.

you stand next to him, ready to smile at the camera and he wraps his arm around your waist. right before they snap the picture, you remember kentos wearing his glasses but you wanted this to be more special. “wait a second.” you say, turning to face him, his hand now resting on your hip.

his eyebrow raises from behind his glasses and he leans closer down to you when you bring your hands towards his face. you slowly pull off his glasses, relieving the dreamy chestnut brown eyes behind the dark lenses. your heart skips a beat at the sight, it’s not often you get to see kentos eyes in the daylight.

instead of pulling away when his glasses are off, his face inches closer to yours, his hand on your hip moves to your back as he pulls you in closer to him and a smile comes on his lips. you can feel your cheeks turning bright pink and your heart beat wildly the closer he gets, stopping just as your noses touch. you can’t help breaking out into the biggest smile when he rubs the tip of his nose against yours before bringing his face up and kissing your nose sweetly.

he pulls away like nothing happened and points at the person holding the camera when you only stand in awe at the unexpected affection in public. “ready, love?”

you catch the smirk that tugs on his lips as he speaks and you turn for the picture, still blushing and smiling wide.

ijichi picks you both up from the park a few short minutes later and you immediately scoot to sit next to nanami, leaning your head on his shoulder as the car takes off and you flip through the photos the two of you took. it’s just your luck that the person you asked to take them captured your sweet moment, getting the perfect picture of you nose to nose, smiling like two kids in love. you immediately set it as your lock and home screen.

2 weeks later

the office door swings open as you mull over paperwork shoko has left you for the day, you don’t need to look up to know who's there. you only know of one person who enters without knocking around this school.

“ah! hello y/n,” gojo says too loudly. “you’re just the person i was looking for.”

“is that so?” you say with a flat tone, flipping the page and continuing reading the next.

“yes!” he sits next to you on the edge of your desk and crosses his arms. “i need your help with my students today.”

you finally break away from your papers and look at the white haired sorcerer questiongly. “did you get them hurt or something?”

he gasps. “i’m offended, i would never lay a hand on my precious students.”

“i didn’t say you hurt them,” you laugh though you wouldn't put it past him if they were really getting into it when sparing. “really though, are they okay?”

“you tell me,” he says with a devious grin and then calls them in one by one. yuji and nobara seem to be arguing about something you don’t quite understand and megumi couldn’t be any less interested.

to your surprise, they are all without a single scratch. though this doesn’t answer how gojo needs your help with them. you look back over to him waiting for an explanation.

“my lovely students need a parental figure to accompany them to another school-”

“ah, because you aren’t the parental figure. right?” you tease, all in good fun and the first years snicker behind you.

“you’re starting to sound like nanami,” he comments casually, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t know you’re together. it's not like kento to tell gojo private things. “i have something else to do so i can’t, please y/n?!”

you sigh, wanting to say no to satoru but you’ve always liked being around his students. even though you haven’t spent much time with them, you know they’re good and funny kids and nanami has taken a special liking to yuji, you’ve heard quite a bit about it over the past few weeks. “alright, fine.” it's not like your paperwork was important or you had anything else to do.

you double tap on your phone screen that lay on the desk between you and gojo to check the time but before you can read the numbers on the screen, gojo takes it out of your sight.

“what?” he yellsin surprise, you can see his black mask moving as he widens his eyes. “you and namani are together?!”

“what?!” yuji and nobara say in unison, running to their teacher to see your phone.

“and is he kissing you in public?!” satoru doesn’t hide how shocked he sounds. “he doesn’t even want to be seen with me in public.”

“well you aren’t his girlfriend so it’s a little different,” you laugh, knowing just how true that actually is.

the students take your phone from gojo, bringing it over to megumi and eyeing the picture curiously. you don’t mind that they’re looking, it’s an adorable picture but you do feel bad that they, mostly gojo, will be asking your poor boyfriend about it later.

“y/n-sensei, i’ve seen you and nanamin together and never thought you were a couple,” yuji says when he looks up from your phone.

“i’m not a teacher yuji, you don’t have to call me sensei,” you remind him kindly.

“you really do sound like nanami,” gojo says amused but then the questions start to come. “why wouldn’t he tell me!? why wouldn’t you tell me?!”

“how long have you been together?” yuji asks.

“where were you in that picture?” nobara adds onto the questions.

“how did he trick you into dating him?” another ridiculous question from gojo.

you’re thankful megumi has nothing to add.

“how did you convince him to take a picture like that?” gojo truly can’t imagine how you did it, he’s never even seen nanami as much as compliment you, let alone love on you to the extent it looks in the picture.

“my answers in reverse order: it took no convincing.” you get up and take your phone from yujis hands, putting it in your pocket and starting to put your jacket on. “i wont say while gojo’s around, i don’t need him popping up there while i’m trying to enjoy myself with kento.” you stick your tongue out and wink at the tall sorcerer. “there were no tricks, we’ve been together for a while now. i didn’t tell you because why would i? and nanami didn’t tell you because he doesn’t tell you anything. enough with the questions, let's get going to this school huh?”

the students follow behind you as you walk through the hallway, nobara catching up to you to hear about the little cafe now that you’ve left gojo in your office. poor kento, they would no doubt have even more questions for him, you chuckle at the thought of what annoyed and funny answers he’ll give them.

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wosemi-sama · 3 months

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hii!! im participating @winter-sekai-gift-exchange!! the person i got was @autistic-wxs! the characters were vbs and the prompt was "make them silly" so i decided to write them having a secret santa. hope u like ur gift :3

vivibasu being SILLY‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥

As the snow was falling upon Vivid Street, An was pulling an out of breath Kohane by her wrist, running towards their destination. Kohane was probably wearing at least four layers, while An was simply wearing a dark blue coat and black gloves.

An was gasping for air as they were both going fast, but definitely not as much as Kohane.

"An-chan, slow down!" Kohane was barely getting the words out of her mouth.

"No can do, we're going to be late!" An seemingly picked up the pace, her grip around Kohane's wrist tightened a bit.

After what seemed like forever to Kohane, the two girls finally arrived at Weekend Garage.

An glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh, we're early." She chuckled a bit.

"What?!"

"Sorry, Kohane. I must've read the time wrong" An looked at Kohane with a sorry look on her face.

"It's alright, An-chan. We'll just wait for Shinonome-kun and Aoyagi-san." Kohane sighed a bit before setting the gift bag and gift box she was holding on the floor and putting her various coats on the coat hanger by the door, leaving her in a brown sweater vest with a white dress shirt underneath.

An took off her gloves and put them in the pocket of her coat as Kohane picked up the gifts again. She then took off her coat and put it on the coat hanger. She was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with a blue short-sleeved shirt on top.

An and Kohane walked over to the counter and sat down on their respective stools. Kohane put the gifts on the counter.

An's dad walked over to where they were sitting from behind the counter and set down two mugs of hot cocoa. The mug Kohane was given was a snowman. An's was a penguin wearing a scarf and a striped hat.

"Thanks, dad!" An took a sip of the hot cocoa. Kohane blew on the surface before taking a sip as well.

"You're welcome." Ken smiled before walking away to grab the two other mugs behind him.

The sound of the door opening could be heard behind them. Toya and Akito were now here. Toya was carrying a box, flawlessly wrapped in green wrapping paper. Akito was carrying a red paper bag that was extremely crumpled. It had a shiny red bow lazily stuck onto it.

"You're late." An said jokingly.

"What? Seriously?" Akito looked concerned. He looked at the clock on the wall. They were five minutes early.

"You liar." Akito huffed before taking off his jacket and putting it on the coat hanger. An snickered.

Toya took off his jacket and walked over to the counter. He set the gift on the counter and sat down on the stool next to Kohane. Akito sat down on the stool next to An and put the red paper bag on the counter.

"Hello Shiraishi, Azusawa." Toya said.

"Hey, Toya!"

"Hello, Aoyagi-kun, Shinonome-kun."

Ken put the remaining two mugs in front of Akito and Toya. They each took a sip and thanked him. Toya's mug was a polar bear wearing a striped hat and scarf. Akito's mug was of Santa Claus with his iconic red hat and white beard.

Ken walked away and disappeared into the back, doing who knows what.

"Alright, now that we're all here, let's get started!" An clapped her hands together and grabbed the green gift bag. "My gift was for Toya. It's not much, but I hope you like it." An looked at Toya with a smile before handing it to him.

Toya opened the small bag and reached inside. He pulled out a coffee mug, hand painted with blue on the outside and gold on the inside.

"This is lovely, Shiraishi. Did you make this?"

An nodded. "Yup! I picked out the colors and painted it."

"Thank you." Toya put the mug back in the bag before setting the bag on the stool next to him.

"Your gift was for Toya? I was for sure you got Kohane." Akito seemed surprised.

"Really? What makes you think that?" An asked while taking a sip of her hot cocoa.

"I dunno...." Akito trailed off and looked away from An.

"I'll go next. My gift was for Azusawa." Toya gently picked up the green gift and gave it to Kohane.

"Really? O-oh, thank you, Aoyagi-kun." Kohane took the box and started unwrapping it. She then put the green wrapping paper aside and took off the tape that was sealing the box.

"I made them myself. I hope you like it." Toya said as Kohane opened the white box. Inside were two neatly folded chunky crochet sweaters. There was a cream colored sweater stacked on top of an identical one. The only difference between the two was color, as the bottom one was white.

"Wow.... thank you Aoyagi-kun! They're so cute and they look so cozy! I can't wait to try them on when I get home." Kohane gave him an appreciative grin. Toya gave her a small smile in return as he took a sip of his hot cocoa.

Akito chugged his hot cocoa and slammed it on the counter, "My gift was for An." He slid the red gift bag in front of An, while everyone's jaws were practically on the floor.

"An-chan?!"

"Shiraishi?"

"Me?!"

Everyone went quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the wind outside and the buzzing of the lights.

"Wow. Alright. I'll open it then..." An stuck her hand into the bag.

An took out the gift and placed it on the counter. Akito had given her a.... box. The box was white and the shape of a rectangle.

"What."

"Just open the box."

"Alright..." An ripped open the box without paying any attention to the fragile sticker on it. A microphone fell out of the huge rip An made in the box. It loudly landed on the counter.

An let out a tiny gasp. "Realy?! Thank you, Akito!!"

"It's... nothing really..." Akito's cheeks slightly flushed from embarrassment.

"Uhm," Kohane hesitated. "My gift was for Shinonome-kun. I hope you like it." Kohane nervously slid the gift in front of Akito.

"Hm. Thanks, Kohane." Akito began unwrapping the gift. He proceeded to crumple up the tape and wrapping paper into one big wad.

He took off the pieces of tape from the shoebox and lifted up the lid.

Inside was a pair of white sneakers. Akito seemed surprised.

"Oh, do you not like them?-" Akito cut Kohane off.

"What? Of course not." He admired them a bit before closing the box and setting it off to the side. "Thank you, Kohane." Akito said as Kohane gave him a smile.

"Wow, are we done already? That went by fast!" An remarked.

"Yeah, I feel like we should do something else."

"What should we do then?" Toya took a long drink of his hot cocoa.

"An, don't you have some board games stored somewhere?" Kohane asked before also taking a drink of her hot cocoa.

"Nah, can we do something other than that?"

"Oh, what to do you have in mind?"

"Guys, why are we debating this?! We literally have the entertainment all out there!" An pointed at the street outside covered in snow through the glass door.

"I didn't bring gloves."

"I'm sure we've got some in a bin somewhere!" An said as Akito rolled his eyes.

In less than five minutes, the four were now outside of Weekend Garage, snowballs in hand.

"Alright, everyone ready?"

They all nodded.

"Okay, ready, set... go!" An shouted, her voice slightly echoing throughout Vivid Street.

Immediately, everyone was throwing snowballs everywhere. Toya's hair was practically white with snow. He was peacefully making snowballs in the corner for Akito as Akito shot them as his targets.

An was making snowballs within seconds. She had somehow formed an alliance with Kohane only a minute in and she was throwing snowballs at anyone who would dare throw one at Kohane.

Unfortunately for Akito, he hadn't quite gotten the memo to leave Kohane alone yet, and he threw a snowball at her back about 7 minutes in the battle.

Immediately, Akito was greeted with a snowball to the face. An started cranking out snowballs like crazy and decking Akito in the face with them. Her arm was a machine gun and Akito was the target.

"Stop! Stop! I get it!" Akito yelled from across the street. An giggled.

"Fine!! I'm cold now, anyways."

"Right, let's head back inside." Toya stood up, leaving the mountain of snowballs he made for Akito on the ground.

Upon reentering Weekend Garage, they all brought trails of snow inside. Akito walked up the counter and grabbed Toya's mug and his shoebox.

"Thanks, guys. But I think we should be leaving now. It's pretty late." Akito walked over to the front door and gave Toya his mug.

"Wait!! We should have a sleepover!" Kohane nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it'd be fun!"

An looked at Akito and Toya, waiting for a response.

Akito turned to Toya. "Toya, what do you say?"

Toya didn't have to think twice. "Sure, I'd like that."

Akito sighed before thinking to himself for a bit.

"Fine. We're not helping you clean that up, though." Akito pointed to the snow on the ground.

"Okay!" An exclaimed with a smile on her face. "Now where is the mop..."

#winter sekai gift exchange 2023 #a letter from yours truly!💌#kohane azusawa #an shiraishi #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #vivid bad squad #project sekai #puroseka #proseka #scheduled delivery! 💌

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ebaylee422 · 1 year

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Back to the Beginning Newby

Billy Hargrove X Newby!Reader

Author’s Note: I just love my Newby!Reader X Billy stuff in my drafts but it’s a very sad storyline so here’s a fluffy first meeting etc. Enjoy!

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Sitting at the counter by yourself poking at the pancakes I ordered, Melody comes over to fill the cup of coffee.

“Don’t be so upset babycakes, he’s the one missing out. Besides, you have your whole life to be mad, angry, or sad about things like men.”

“I know, I’m just upset because he didn’t even try to cancel or contact me. Which is honestly a dick move, I’d rather him come and then be like ‘maybe we should just be friends.’ Or ‘I actually don’t want to go out with you.’ Instead I’m left wondering if he’s dead or under some slut.” Melody looked at the front door chime, her eyes blowing wide. I furrowed my brow at her change when a man came in. Sitting a single seat away to my right at the counter.

“Well keep nursing those pancakes baby, I’ll be right back.” She set the coffee pot down, taking my long discarded menu to the man I didn’t recognize. He couldn’t be much older, wearing brown leather with an orange button down tucked into his way too tight jeans. They showed off all of his ass- assets, he had a fluffy head of dirty blonde curls in a mullet style. His pants were cuffed at the bottom to show off his laced up pristine vans. He gave Melody an irresistible smile, the earring in his left ear swaying when he motioned to me. Winking at her, Melody left to put his order on the cook line. When he chuckled I realized I was completely staring and tried to find something to occupy my gaze. I turned to the cup of coffee Melody just poured, bringing it up to my lips while also burning my tongue in the process of said sip.

“Let me guess you had a pretty shit day too?” the guy asked, pointing to the various untouched items Melody kept bringing to cheer me up.

“Yeah. I’ve definitely had worse though. You?”

“Oh yeah, you mind?” he pointed to the clean coffee cup in front of my seat, I shook my head. And he slid into the seat directly next to me reaching to pour himself a cup of coffee. Using his left hand he just barely knocked into my elbow resting on the counter.

“What was yours?” I asked abruptly, his eyebrow raised in an unasked question. “Sorry, I mean why was yours such a shit day?” I stuttered looking forward behind the counter, caressing the warm ceramic of the coffee mug.

“Well let’s see. I have an asshole Dad.” He rose his pointer finger

“With an neglectful borderline alcoholic Step-Mother who moved us here to be closer to stupid relatives.” Raising his middle finger to accompany, “Her bratty daughter who I’m responsible for. So kinda a neat little package of bullshit.”

“Hmm, can’t relate. Mine’s just guy trouble, which is laughable I know. Where’d you move from?” I turned to see his face, taking in each detail. There was slight discoloration on the left side of his face, his dark lashes were a heightened contrast to the beautiful rich blue of his irises. A clump of loose curls cascaded on his forehead, moving with as much grace as the earring.

“California, yeah I can’t relate to guy troubles.” He laughed while sipping his coffee, the heat of the liquid on his plump lips made the skin redder with each sip.

“Well you got Daddy issues, Mother still in the picture?” I asked brashly, his jaw clenched as he sigh through his nose.

“No, I don’t really like to talk about her actually. Ever.” he said with a familiar discomfort, I’d grown to know all too well.

“Now that I can relate to, when my mom passed away it’s like she never existed. Wiped clean from this earth from her friends and nonexistent extended family.”

“Hmm, well mine just decided to leave me one day. No responsibility to harbor a free life, away from being a Hargrove.”

“Leaving you to deal with your asshole of a father? That’s a shit deal.”

“Yeah tell me about it,” Melody came with a plate of pancakes and silverware, setting it down in front of him. His shoulders relaxed when he spoke, “Thank you-, Melody.” he squinted taking in the name tag, and she nodded back smiling appreciatively. Taking a cold plate away from my mountain of food, she made distinctive eye contact and winked. Darting her eyes back and forth to the space unoccupied between me and the stranger. She turned around, switching our nearly empty pot of coffee with a fresh one. Then going around to bus tables the diner, it was getting pretty late. We were two of the only stragglers left. “Better me I guess, than Susan or Max. It’s not okay to beat women just because you have a dick between your legs.” I choked slightly on my swallow of coffee, looking at him in horror.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t notice with all that staring you were doing when I first sat down.” Turning to face his body towards me, he pointed to a small cut on his lip as well as the slight discoloration high on his cheekbone, the same side.

“People have accidents everyday, it’s not fair to assume…” Unsure if its proper to ask about how it happened, I asked a slightly different question. “Susan and Max? The Neglectful and The Brat?” he nodded yes, with a bite of pancakes in his mouth. His teeth were pearly white, laying straight in his mouth when he’d open wide for a new mouth full of late night pancakes.

“Yes, and the guy? Or guys, plural if you’re that type of lady.” He elbow knocked into mine as he ate, he was left handed.

“Tyler Carver, graduated last year golden boy from a family of accomplished athletes. Told me to meet him at an Indiana Jones showing tonight, never showed up. So I came here and got my own dinner. Honestly the better option I suppose. I’ve also never been that lady.”

“Well I can’t imagine why the asshole would ditch you, we’re holding such an enriching conversation. He’s losing out on a smart and beautiful date.”

“This is embarrassing but it was actually going to be my first date, like ever. That isn’t some weird force proximity thing.” I laugh nervously pushing the half eaten plate and cup away, shaking my head. My head is still reeling from being ditched, embarrassed and played by a complete stranger.

“Well Doll, you could count this if you’d like. Plus no one is an accomplished athlete if they are settled in no where Indiana.” he smirked, eye lighting up as he finished the contents of his plate. Tossing the fork in the center and placing it under mine.

“I don’t even know your name. You could be ‘the night stalker’ for all I know, California. Especially since Hawkins is small and I’ve met everyone at least once.”

“It adds to the suspense, Doll. But could I level with you?” I nod in agreement then tilt my head in a confused response. He leans in closer, brushing the hair off my shoulder to whisper at my ear. “If Tyler didn’t immediately notice the perfectly sculpted woman you are, that’s forever going to be his loss.” My breath hitches and he leaned back to maintain eye contact. “Besides, most of the time assholes like him. The only thing they want to do in a movie theater, isn’t really your speed I think.”

“What do you mean?” I asked naively, my nose brushing the side of his cheek.

“You know, a gorgeous girl. In a space with lots of noise, darkness and the thrill of getting caught.” Suddenly the realization hit suddenly like a ton of bricks, this must have been some weird orchestrated joke at my expense. I pulled back vigorously, shaking the tension from my frame, blush rising to color the tips of my ears. Covering my face with my hands, embarrassed at the possibility of what Tyler’s true intentions were.

“I’m so stupid. Some random dude I’ve known for like 30 minutes saw through the jerk before I could.”

“Yeah well, I sometimes am the jerk. It takes one to know one.”

“Well clearly I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, but if I’m also being honest this interaction is more relaxing than even being around my acclaimed best friend.”

“You’ve been honest this whole time, and maybe you should find some new friends.” he huffed in a laugh, smiling at me again, “I’m sure there’s more potential here than just relaxing, huh?” motioning to himself, I tried to find the response in his eyes. They are a fountain of blue hues swimming to meet at the dark irises of his entrancing eyes. They stare into my most vulnerable parts, he’s not just looking, he’s studying. Mapping out each feature as I did, stopping their assault on my lips. Gaping as if they could disappear at any moment, leaning in closer to them like a moth to a flame. “Doll what do you say, we-” he asked, sliding his hand from his own thigh to lightly squeeze my knee.

“I don’t know your name…” I whisper, trying to find a voice within his proximity.

“I’m sure you can come up with one, or more if you like.” He smiled, though his eyes never lost their contact with my lips.

“You're just a tease, but two must play for it to be a game. Do you have a favorite color?” I smirked. Gaining courage again, changing the subject not moving from his close proximity.

“Red or sometimes blue like my car.”

“I like green, my car is also blue. How funny.” I swallowed hard as he started to rub circles along my knee. I wonder how his hands would feel rubbing other places. Feeling the pit in my stomach grow as he watch every movement. Like a apex predator and the un-knowing prey. Knowing exactly how to dance and the effect he was having. His hand was rough, kindly calloused fingers nipping at the rip in my jeans.

“Color of envy, and jealousy makes sense.” I shoot your eyes back to look at his eyes, he ordained an all-knowing smirk. I’d been staring at his hand this time,

“And yours the colors of anger and sadness. Seems like a lonely combination.”

“It can be, but I just meet strange women in diners to pass the time.” I giggle at his remark,

“You think I’m strange? You’re going to have a lot of fun here in Hawkins I’m sure.”

“Do you wanna get outta here?” he cautiously moved his hand higher towards my thigh just grazing. It sent unfamiliar shivers rocketing through my system, I stopped his movements, causing him to jerk back while still touching our legs knocking against each other.

“I want to keep talking actually, I think we’re really getting somewhere. Besides, I’m really not that girl. I could introduce you to a few that are always hot and ready though if that’s all you're looking for tonight.” he hummed darkly in his throat. Leaning further, adjusting himself to move his legs around mine.

“No fun, what’s your favorite childhood memory?” he asked, pouting, I scoffed at the change of conversation almost mocking what I’d done earlier. Thinking about it for a moment trying to find it,

Trees were filled with snow, the sun from above made everything shine brightly. I was wrapped up in a hot amount of clothing, the only thing touching the brutal cold was the tip of a already frozen red nose. It had stopped snowing hours ago, coming up above waist height making it hard to walk through. Holding onto mom’s mitted hand, while Dad made himself busy shoveling the porch. She stopped in the middle of the yard letting go, scrunching a ball of snow in her hands hurling at Dad’s back. He gasped, turning in surprise, I giggled, grabbing my own balls of snow and throwing some wildly at both of them. Soon he caught us in his arms and leaned back, making as of us fall back into the pile of plush snow. Panting heavily, clouds started the soft snow up again and all of us were covered making a snowman. He posed us next to the porch before taking a single photo of mom. She was smiling hard enough for her eye to just be small squints, snow covered her hat and lashes melting dainty on her skin. Soon after we went inside by the fire, he made you all hot cocoa as the blizzard continued outside. She passed away after New Years, after a week of being in the E.R.

“The Grandparents moved to Maine after Dad refused to go with them, insisting I should grow up where him and mom did. Experience her life as much as possible, until I was old enough to make my own choices.” You explained this is Billy leaving out some of the more quiet realizations, he watched me recalled with amazement.

“What’s yours?” I asked him fondly,

“Well a few come to mind, first kiss. Some embarrassing ones like the first pimple or surprise boner.” I cringed at the last part making him laugh, throwing his head to the side. “No but um, my mom she would take me to the beach and let me surf. For hours I’d be out there, I’d fall asleep on the ride home from exhaustion. Wake up when she’d turn onto our street feeling a slight sunburn under my shirt, the tension wasn’t there until the drive home. The beach was our little escape into paradise…” he huffs,

"I thought you didn't talk about her?"

"Yeah, me too." stretching his arms up, yawning as he take a glance at his watch. We’d only been in the diner for two hours, but it was nearing midnight. The diner was open all hours, but there was slight guilt for still being here. Billy noticed the same thing, pulling out his wallet. "Think that should cover it?"

"No." He cocked his eyebrow."Sorry, no, as in 'No, I eat here for free', not no, "you don't have enough money' . "

"Here, I thought we were on a date? Now you're making ne look bad."

"Not as bad as Tyler."

"Bye cuties! Don't be strangers!"

"Thank you."

"Thank you for a genuinely nice dinner.”

“Thank you for the genuinely nice company, do you want me to walk you to your car?”

“I actually walked here, so I’ll just walk back home.”

“Nonsense, I’ll give you a ride. Where we headed?” He pulls his smokes and keys from his jacket pocket.

“No, it’s late. I’m sure you're tired from moving. I don’t mind-”

“Neither do I.” he started to walk towards a blue vehicle opening the passenger door, leaning against the back intently, almost beckoning me to challenge him at this point. I didn't. Instead of listening to the voice in the back of my head, screaming not to, I conceded to slipping into the leather passenger seat. He knelt down, leaning over slightly, and tucked my seatbelt until we both heard the click. His hands were dangerously close to my chest as he moved it over shoulder, straightening the belt.

“Trying to cop a feel, California?” i teased just above a whisper into the ear facing me, he chuckled darkly. Moving his lips to the side of my face,

“Not without permission, I like it when a woman begs for my touch across her skin.” He moved out the door and slammed it shut, I exhaled sharply, eyes blown up out of my skull as the butterflies fluttered throughout my closed eyes. He opened the driver's side and slammed his body down, shaking the car with his weight. “D’you mind?” he asked, taking a cigarette from the pack and placing it between his lips. I nodded in disagreement, the only response that would conger still near dizzy from his words early. He grinned and moved his hand to open the glove box, brushing against my leg as he took a lighter from it. Silver shiny square wrappers shone in the neon light of the diner catching my eyes as he closed it shut. The engine roared to life along with loud heavy metal music blasting from his player, he rolled down his window puffing out the smoke. Reversing out of the parking lot at remarkable speed. “Are you gonna tell me where you live or should I just take you to mine?” he laughed, stopping at the edge of the street.

“Turn left Hotshot,” I bit back, growing fond of his endless teasing. He wiped the car in the correct direction, head banging at his music. Turning it down enough he would be able to hear me over it as he parked in front of the house.

“Are you gonna go inside?”

“Yeah sorry, just thinking how to explain to my Dad why I’m stumbling in after midnight.”

“Don’t tell ’m anything, just waltz right into your room. It works for me.” I chuckled, facing him as I released the seatbelt.

“Thanks again, here.” I dug through my bag grabbing some spare cash from my wallet, holding it out for him. “Gas money, I live pretty far out.”

“No I couldn’t,”

“Come on, I insist. I would still be walking for another 30 minutes without you. And definitely had given up on men in general, before you showed up.” he shook his head, he took my wrist in his hand and set it back down in my lap. Reaching out over again to push the door open for me, this time the smell of Marlboros wafted from his lips.

“Go on, maybe let me take you on a real date next time and we can call it even.” he said, leaning back against his own seat and removing his hand. I sighed as he did, then came an idea. Opening the glove box in front of my knees I stuffed it in between the papers, brushing my hand against the definite condoms. Closing it quickly and jumping out of the car, closing the door and walking around to cross the street. I heard his soft protests, turning around to glance at him crossing the street, digging the house key out of the bottom of my bag. “Wait! You’re not gonna tell me your name?” he pleaded questioningly, I smiled shaking my head walking back to his door. Laying my hands flat on the open window,

“I like being mysterious, I’ll see you around Hargrove.” he placed a hand over mine, the other cupping under my chin for him to rub his thumb along my bottom lip. I courageously pressed a small kiss to the rough pad before running up the porch steps. Waving goodbye as I opened the door, then sinking against it once it was firmly closed behind me. Dad wasn’t in the living room, the kitchen light was on glowing over the darkness of the living room and rest of the down stairs. I tossed my bag down, kicking off the heavy boots at the door walking upstairs to retire for the night.

"Nice ride, it's almost as gorgeous as the girl riding it" hearing the dark familiar voice,

"Good one, do you use that one with all the ladies?" you cocked your head at the boy you’d met this weekend after Tyler stood you up.

"No, just the ones worth my time, I'm Billy Hargroove remember? I own the blue 1979 Chevrolet Camaro that just pulled in all the way from California to grace your town."

"Ah, I see. Well good for you Mr. Hargroove, maybe we'll see each other more often to have more riveting conversations." You wink at him heading inside to put your helmet in your locker when Carol comes over.

“I’m sorry, since when are you a slut for jocks?” She slams your locker shut, “Do you think you could introduce me to hotty with a body.” You open your locker again,

“Don’t know who you're talking about and don’t care, but maybe just keep your mouth open wide. You’ll catch more dick that way.” You open the locker the rest of the way covering her face, her shoulder slams into you before walking away. On the overhead speaker you hear, “Y/N Newby to the counselors please, Ms. Newby to the counselors.” There's teasing as you walk to the Office, stopping short of the Junior/Senior counselors office Ms. Kelly stands with the blonde nightmare from earlier. He’s looking her up and down like a snack leaning against the door frame, you clear your throat to get their attention.

“Hi Ms. Kelly, you wanted to see me?”

“Yes, Ms, Newby. I’d like to introduce you to our newest student. This is William, sorry Billy Hargrove, he just moved here from California! Mr. Hargrove, this is Y/N Newby.” she motions to him, you put on a fake smile putting out your hand to shake his, he takes it and places a light kiss on your knuckles.

“It’s so nice to meet you Y/N,” he winks at you, you remove your hand wiping the feeling of his lips on your blouse.

“Y/N actually, we met in the parking lot, Ms. Kelly.” you narrow your eyes at him staring into your soul with his beautiful baby blue eyes and perfect teeth chewing at some gum. “So why am I here?” you sigh at her, ready to start your day.

“Well Ms. Newby, since your first period is Math and you have no problem keeping up that perfect A. As well being such a well versed academic and club member, I chose you to show Mr. Hargrove around today.” he chuckles, wetting his red lips, “Your schedules are also extremely similar so even more time for you to make friends, potentially help him get caught up if need be.” She passes you Billy’s schedule. God was she right, you had Gym, English Literature, Advanced World History and lunch period together. His locker number was also too close for comfort, you weren’t ever going to not see this absolute jerk-face unless you skipped the rest of Senior year all together. The warning bell rings “You have all of first period to show him around, I already sent notes to your respective teachers and then you can end the tour by going to World History together. I hope you enjoy our small town school Mr. Hargrove, let us know if you need any more assistance.” she looks at you and nods going back into her office. You roll your eyes and sigh heavily at his shit eating grin.

“Well let's get this over with California, I’ll show you your locker first.” You walk him down the hall across from your own locker, he has the code written with a marker on his hand. It takes him two tries before it opens for him. Setting his shoulder bag inside he takes off his jean jacket, holy shit he was ripped.

“So what do you Indiana Teenagers do for fun?” he asks you to break the silence since you spoke in the office.

“Have sex, play sports and smoke weed? Are those the answers you were looking for?” He puts the jacket into the locker and grabs his small bag again.

“Sounds pretty accurate to me, how are the sports?” You begin walking to the gymnasium,

“Okay, for what we have. Basketball is the most sought after team next to Cheerleading. This is the boys locker room.” You point to it while you pass by it,

“Cheer isn’t a sport, though?” he said narrowing his eyes,

“Yeah okay, Hargrove. Maybe you should put on a short skirt and get thrown into the air. While still looking hot! Plus have you seen how flexible, and muscular Male and Female cheerleaders get? I don’t see many Football or Basketball players with such finesse, or strength in their muscles.”

“Okay, maybe you're right. But you haven’t watched me play yet.” God he was a walking, flirting red flag. You rolled your eyes walking into the gym to see freshmen stinking up the place, so much so Coach has all three sets of double doors open.

“So you're a flirt, drive a cool car and play basketball? The girls here are gonna love you California. That’s coach,” you point out the man yelling at the freshman to pick up their awkward knees. He was a pretty nice guy, especially if you at least tried unlike any other P.E teacher or coach you’d met before.

“Does that still include you, Indiana?” you rolled your eyes at him and walked out to the track to the other side of the building. He catches up to you quickly, “Aren’t you supposed to help me find my way by answering my questions?”

“I’m supposed to show you around, not be a notch on your bedpost. This is a place of learning Hargrove, and I intend to be the most successful in this school. So the sex, sports games and drugs are mostly off the table if I’m to earn my seat at Stanford.”

“California?” he stutters catching up to you,

“Yes my fall back is MIT and a couple others but Stanford’s the dream, I know how silly it is.”

“Not really, sounds like a pretty good dream to me.” you scoff at him, “You also said fun was mostly off the table so I’ll take that as a challenge, Doll.” he winks at you.

“My name is Y/N, Billy.”

“And mine is technically William,” he threw his hands in the air, walking up and opening the side door of the school. You gave him a thin lipped smile and opened the other side by yourself, “ Hm, maybe I’ll call you Spitfire instead because you sure do! What are you doing after school today, Spitfire?” he walks around you, making you stop in front of each other at the door of your History class. You look at your watch to avoid his eyes,

“Hmm, anything but whatever this is,” you point in between you two and the bell rings before he can respond, “Looks like tours over, see you in class California.” You slap his shoulder before walking into your assigned seat towards the front middle of the room. You see Steve walking across the courtyard, he waves at you through the window and you waved back.

“Who’s that? Your boyfriend, he doesn’t look like much for a girl like you.” Billy asks from behind you. You turn to look at him, he smiles that he catches your attention.

“Are you going to be this annoying and nosey every class we have together? It’s also assigned seating.” You point to the board which has now changed to put Billy behind you, “shit.” He leans forward in his seat, his breath brushed against your neck.

“What? I have bad eyes, plus I’m just trying to make friends like Ms. Kelly wants us too.” He lightly brushes the hair that fell to your shoulder, making you shiver. You grab his hand before he can react. Turning to see his face, he rips his hand from yours playfully.

“I can be friendly,” you smile at him before flipping all your hair on your back laying it across his desk. The bell rang, prompting Mrs. Garyson to start today's lesson on the War of Pigs. Before you knew it you went to Anatomy, which kinda made your stomach turn but it's a good class. Then it was gym time, and oh how you wished you had just done it as a hormonal freshmen. Senior year P.E was to condition you to be College Athletes by the end of the semester. You walked in watching the Seniors warming up, until you felt someone pick you up from behind and spin you, setting you down Steve turned you around to look at him.

“Hey Sweetheart! Where were you in Stats? I sat all alone listening to Knoll the Troll blab about how to not get behind on the mid-term assignment or You. Will. Fail… duh duh.” you laughed at him, watching Billy come into the Gym walking next to Tommy H. You and Steve sat down together waiting for Coach to join us, instruct what we were doing today.

“I had to show this new kid around, we have like 3 classes together and since I’m on my way to Valedictorian I have to play a role in the student body. As well as keeping my head above water while taking an extremely challenging course load. I think he’s going to cause some trouble. Are you still talking to Tommy and Carol by the way?” you motion to Tommy with your eyes.

“No, they don’t really give a shit about me except my parents money and empty house. Why do you ask?”

“Because I think both Tommy and Carol want to screw the new guy,” You both laugh, looking at Tommy being so extravagant while he talks to Billy. Billy’s eyes burn towards the pair of you, you try to shake up his stare. Before you know it class ends, now it's lunch you drop off some books at your locker. You walk past the trophy case stopping for a moment to look at the various years of accomplishments collecting dust. You see your Mom and Dad smiling and posing with some other students in ‘The National Honor Society’ photo from Class of 1965, it has her maiden name and everything. Little did they know by the next March they would be pregnant and by December have their first and only child.

And in 1970 your mom would lose her fight with cancer, leaving you and your Dad against the world. You wiped a tear with the back of your hand, trying not to smear your makeup too much.

“Who’s this?” Billy says walking up next to you, pointing to the photo you were staring at. You walk away from him going towards the library, before he can see your tears. He lingers for a minute looking at all the pictures before he stumbles on the names Harrington and Newby in a National Honors Society photo. At first glance none of the people look very familiar until he stops at someone who could practically be your twin. He realized it said Class of 1965, and kept that information to himself for later.

You are at your locker after school and a body slams into the wall. Seeing the tight jeans and boots right by your feet, the door keeping you but mere inches apart,

“You really just can’t leave me alone can you?” you scowl looking over the side of the locker, Billy grins with his jean jacket along his shoulder.

“Nah I don’t think I can. We're friends, remember?" You closed the locker after grabbing your helmet.

"I don't think you're the type to keep friends that are girls, just friends. Besides off the table, remember? You can stop skirt chasing me, you know I'm not interested." He kept pace with you as you walked outside to your bike.

"Indiana, what do you think I'm trying to do here?" He stops in front of the doors, opening it for you.

"I don't know, make fun of me or something?" You brush off the confession and quicken your pace on the pavement.

"Doll," he stops you by holding your arms "if I was just trying to heckle you, do you think I would be trying so hard to understand you?" His eyes burned into you, like you'd hurt him with the assumption. "C'mon what's the worst thing to happen?" You looked over to the rows of other girls giving you death stares before turning back to him and brushing him off.

“Them." You point out the popular crowd which used to include Steve more frequently but now just laugh behind his back.

"I don't give a fuck about what they think, I know you don't either. I enjoy how realistic you are, it's not normal for a person to look at me as a human and not just drool. You're odd to me, in a good way.”

“Really, now?”

“Yes, you’re truly mature and nicely stand-offish, your main concern is your future and friends. I also heard rumors of you dating but I knew that wasn’t true until saw you in the gym, all touchy feely. Whispering to each other, I asked around to see if that was Tyler. But when I remembered he graduated, some Tommy kid informed me that was The King of Hawkins. And not to dare try to get in your pants because I’d have to answer to him," You looked at him confused, and he motioned to Steve at his car. Staring daggers at him as Nancy talked.

"Steve Harrington?" You asked, anger started to build in your stomach. Billy snapped his fingers,

"Yes that's the name! So curiosity kicked in and I asked around, everyone says he's dating some Nancy chick. Yeah a bunch of people said he doesn’t like guys hanging around his girls, especially you Doll. I guess he beats the shit out of people who talk of you." You saw Steve over by his car, laughing with Nancy. Not looking at you again, burying his head in her neck.

"We are not… Anything more than just neighbors. Our mothers were very close. That also seems like a borderline stalker that you asked about me to several people, California. Covering your tracks and trying to flatter me won't be enough. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll see you in class tomorrow." You moved his hands off of you, before setting your helmet on the ground by your bike, marching over to where Steve was.

"Hey guys, what's the plan?" They stop gazing into each other's eyes, Steve turns around fully after helping Nancy off the hood of his car.

"Well since you're talking so much to the new kid we figured you wouldn't mind us just going and doing something." He tells you looking at Nancy's nod of approval, it makes you just that much more angry.

“Oh so you do allow me to go out with guys when it's convenient for you?" You ask him to condescend the statement that may or may not be true.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve bites back, finally looking at you taking note of how angry you are. Nancy keeps her head down, looking away.

"Oh nothing you kids have fun, I'm just going to do our Stats homework for us. Don't want to draw unwarranted male attention when you're Steve’s friend." You turn heel and walk away, seeing a horde of girls at Billy's car already.

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tw // character injury, graphic violence, implied ptsd episode, slight gore I suppose, and it's just a tad bit suggestive with red velvet in the beginning, but it's nothing too heavy.

【cw // affos goin through it now. It's hella angsty so just a little warning abt that.】

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BOLT!

Cold sweats, panting, clutching his chest… he looked around at his surroundings. It’s light outside and the birds quietly chirped. Looking at his hands did he realize that he only had a nightmare. A bad dream. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he laid back down and turned to hug you… except you weren’t in the bed. He hugged the blankets which made up whatever warmth you left over. “Y/n?” He sheepishly called out. He looked more closely… he made a fool of himself. After realizing you weren’t there, he sat back up and rubbed his eyes.

Cutting over in the kitchen, you sit at an empty kitchen table with a cup of coffee, when Red Velvet approaches you. He puts his hand on the wood beside you, and the smell of buttercream fills your nose. “I can tell you’re upset.” He says sleepily, his voice still drunk with sleep. He takes a chair and sweeps it backwards and plops down onto it. “Babe.” Red Velvet said in the midst of the stillness. What did he just call you? You turned to him, taking a sip of coffee. Rubbing his lips together with a sharp inhale, he grazed his claws gently on the table. “I think you should talk to him at some point. I get that you’re nervous, you're unsure, you may even be afraid to confront him maybe, but I do recommend that you talk to him about how you feel.” You blinked, settling his words in the peaceful morning silence, and after a second you wrapped your hands around your mug and let your skin embrace its warmth. “What if I don’t want to right now?” “I’m not saying you have to talk to him now, I’m saying at some point.” He paused in the middle of his sentence to confront himself.

He doesn’t want a casual conversation.

It’s seven in the morning. You’re here, he’s here… everyone else as far as you both know are still asleep…

He scoots his chair over a bit to where he’s closer to you. Putting his arms on the table and resting on them, he continues to pour his blue eyes into yours. You take a drink of your coffee and look back at him. He had a certain look in eyes, something you’ve never seen in him. His eyes looked softer. Was it because he was tired? It had to be. You dismissed this soft puppy dog look he was giving and went to get up when you felt his clawed hand creep onto your fingers, making you freeze in place. You looked back at him with a question in your eyes. “What?” “Talk to me.” Compelled to say no, you took a breath. “I–” You stopped yourself for a second. Was he trying to comfort you? Was he trying to get you to vent to him? Did he just want you here? You slowly sat back down in your seat at the table. Looking at him, you furrowed your eyes. Looking at your phone, you saw the time. 7:05. “About yesterday,” you started, then pausing again to drink your coffee, “did you agree with Licorice?” He took a second to think, his head slowly raising back up from its resting position on his arms.

“I think…” He said. “You think–” “Wait, give me a second.”

Oh so he wasn’t finished.

“I think so, yes. When I met him through my mother, which she just brought him in to fill the hole that Dark Choco made when he made the choice to disband, He seemed… off. I don’t know, he didn’t have the same visions as we did. He wasn’t interested in rebuilding the world like we do, he was interested in claiming it. But he had a very particular way of wanting to achieve that and at first tried to undermine me because of my status at the Tower.” Okay, so this was intriguing. Call Affogato an overachiever, sure. But call others out to get ahead? Seemed normal. Strangers? Huh… You got up for a second, “Here, let me get you some coffee. How do you take it?” He looked up at you. ‘Black. Black and strong as night.” You nodded. “Anyways, what do you mean by ‘undermine you?’” Red Velvet sighed, eyeing you as you stood at the counter getting a mug out of the cabinet. “So… he tried to make himself look like a better person by trying to build a sense of morale or respect… Truth be told, he started with me. I run the tower, I'm responsible for all the cake monsters. He tried to say that I wasn’t a fit leader because of my own visions. Now don’t get me wrong, I understand that my mother was always a radical thinker in the light that she just wishes to see Earthbread crumble. I want to make it new, so that there is no segregation. No differences– equality, sameness, you know?”

His ego is large, what the fuck… and Red didn’t even have to do anything.

“It just sounds like he needs to mind his own business. He can be pretty nosy at times.” “Pretty nosy alright, yeah.” He got up and started walking towards you. “And the whole Creme Republic Incident? He blamed me for not being there when he didn’t even know me at the time.” You started pouring his coffee into his mug when you felt his warm arms drape over the countertop in front of you. You saw his hands and exhaled, feeling the warmth of his body come close to you. “You did, you knew I was there.”

You remembered joining the Cookies of Darkness long before Affogato did. During your training you grew close with Red Velvet as a personal trainer. He saw your growth in his army, and how you treated his cakes. He admired you for your sense of justice and compassion, and if you were there, you managed to soften his sharp edges just a bit. But this also led to you developing a friendship with him outside of work. Your mind raced about the times you two would both sneak out, go hang out in the forests, play with the cakes… you two would always have a good time when you both would hang out, away from everyone else.

You saw his fingers snake around the granite of the countertop slowly, almost like actual snakes stalking down prey. Feeling the push of the air leaving his nose at the crown of your head, and upon looking down you see that his fingers intertwine with each other. His arms have wrapped themselves around your hips, and all the sudden, you could feel your breathing pick up. You turned towards him, his fingers unlocking for a second before moving back to their locked position. “What are you doing?” You asked, hushed…

Don’t wake anyone.

Don’t. Wake. Anyone.

“What am I doing?” He asked with a coyish smile. Holy shit. That was the only thing that was racing through your mind. “I like you, that’s what I’m trying to do. With that, he quickly moved his hands to your sides, pulling your body to his, making you gasp. Putting his normal hand then to your cheek you stare at him— wide eyed. “Red… this is wrong, we shouldn’t-“ you said hesitantly, moving one of your hands to his chest. He smiled, closing his eyes for a brief second. “Are you listening to me?” “Of course I am. I know this is wrong…” With a swift move of his hand back down, he kissed your lips– as you lightly took hold of his forearm. You moaned with slight discomfort in the kiss, squeezing at his arm gently.

This is wrong.

This is very wrong.

Letting go of your lips he took your chin in his two normal fingers and lifted your reddened head to look him in the eye. “But you can’t need without a want.” You bore into his eyes with confusion. Sure, Affogato would have these moments with you, quite literally all the time. He was known to be passionate and clingy at times, but his love language was exactly that– acts of service and physical contact. Red Velvet however…

You felt as though in the past you could trust Affogato.

You feel as if now you can trust Red Velvet.

At this point, your mind is racing. Do you want to continue with this? Do you want to potentially get caught by someone? It would mean utter chaos if Affogato caught you. But with these suffocating thoughts came ones of fire. Setting off firecrackers in your heart and butterflies flying amok in your stomach, it was almost like temptation by the serpent that lended Eve the apple and beckoned to take a bite; just a bite, just a nibble. Just what were your feelings towards Red Velvet?

As you were contemplating this decision, you felt the crimson general lean down to kiss your jawline, then your neck, going down to your shoulders and back up again, taking his hands and slowly going up and down your sides. You took a breath and leaned into him. Was the feeling of pressure and heated passion getting to your head? Like blood rushing up while you would hang upside down? Was it dizzying? Your hand autonomously moved up into his red and black bed hair, leaning into him with a quiet sigh. Recognizing your new twisted sense of consent, he picked you up and placed you on the countertop for easier access. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you could feel his hands creep down underneath your top as he kissed you, feeling at your now warm skin, blushed with rouge. In the heat of the moment did he attempt to lift your top up. You pushed him away to put a finger to his nose. “No no..” You said teasingly. He smirked at you.

God damn. He just won’t behave.

He sure is cute though.

You both resumed and after a few moments you both heard the sound of a door open. Reality came back to greet you with a vengeance as you then reacted fast, a little too fast for Red Velvet’s liking. You quickly pushed him off of you and hopped off the countertop, ushering out of the kitchen as fast as a hare. He looked back at you as you scampered off, scurrying back somewhere. He smiled and put a finger to his bottom lip. He took a drink of his now lukewarm coffee sitting beside the coffee pot as his cerulean eyes took to a lustful sheen. “Red, what the fuck are you doing?” Licorice stood at the entryway to the kitchen with crossed arms. He turned his head to look at the necromancer, daring not to move his body around. “Coffee.” “Yeah whatever, just let me get my tea.” He quickly moved over to go get his morning cup of tea, walking over to a cabinet to get his box of tea sachets when he saw a silhouette in Red’s pants. He gave Red Velvet a disgusted look. “I swear to the fucking witches. Bruh it's too early for this.” He walked off after putting his tea away.

Later on after you quickly showered, getting the scent of Red Velvet off of your body and washing him out of your mouth, you could smell your boyfriend walking into the room, the sweet smell of vanilla and coffee filling your nose. You suddenly felt an immense feeling of heavy guilt and shame. He truly did nothing to you, he didn’t deserve to be cheated on. “Good morning, amour.” He said to you as he hugged you from behind as you put on your body spray. “Good morning dear, watch your nose.” He backed up for you and then as you finished, you could feel him cling back on you. “So, what are the plans for today?” Latte said she wants to go out again, I said I digress, I would rather not waste gas.” You nodded, agreeing with him. Gas sure did cost a pretty penny. “So… staying in?” You asked. He nodded. He looked at you as you finished in the mirror. You wanted nothing more than to get away from him as quickly as you could– the guilt was starting to become overbearing, eating you alive like a parasite. Even the glow of your ring light was making your eyes hurt. Affogato on the other hand looked at you through the mirror.

Say something.

Say. Something, Affogato Cookie.

His knee twitched, and with that he cleared his throat. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.” You looked at him, getting your attention was always easy for him to do. “Sure, what is it–” “Y/N! Breakfast!” You could hear Latte call out. “Oh!” You suddenly looked out the door, and started to head out. “We can talk later, come on.” He put his hand up and smiled politely. “I’m alright… thanks.”

At the dinner table, everyone except Affogato gathered for breakfast. As everyone was eating, Licorice and Red Velvet had finished early and were on their phones. Red got a look from Espresso that read discontent. “Why… why are you on your phone at the table? Put it down, that’s bad table etiquette.” “Blow it out your ass four eyes, Pomegranate Cookie is texting me about Chiffon, my dog. He got an ear infection shortly after I left and I asked Pomegranate to look after him and tell me about any developments.”

A sudden, extremely believable lie.

Espresso shrugged and continued eating. “Oh, the poor puppy!” Latte exclaimed, “I hope your dog gets better!” He only nodded, the reply swooshy sound coming from his phone.

bitch ass motherfucker w a small dick – Today 9:26

『wth was goin on this morning in the kitchen?』

He smirked and started typing again. Licorice’s phone then vibrated on the surface of the table. He checked it.

E-thot man whore w gay highlights – Today 9:26

『you always somehow wanna be in my business where you clearly dont belong smdh anyways since you asked I now have torturer’s rights.』

bitch ass motherfucker w a small dick – Today 9:27

『naur. sTOP.』

E-thot man whore w gay highlights – Today 9:27

『bih naur??? ugly cries anyway i was abt to get some fuck unlike you w your greasy ass hair bfffthahah』

He looked up at Red Velvet with a plain face and he returned the look. “You get on my fucking nerves.”

“Naur? Really Licorice?”

“FUCKING NAUR.”

“NAUR.”

“NAAAAAAURRRR.”

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO FUCKING TALKING ABOUT?” Affogato yelled out from the living room. Red snorted under his breath and put his phone in his pocket, dismissing himself from the table before walking behind you and giving you a quick head pat. Affogato walked into the kitchen and saw you and everyone else finishing breakfast. He took Red Velvet’s empty seat at the table, eyeing everyone as they ate. “What was all that?” “Don’t worry about it, they were annoying each other.” Latte said as she finished up. “And me.” Espresso groaned.

The rest of the day went on without incident… however you never spoke to Affogato, leading him into a state of paranoia. He refused to eat after a few days, the pain was killing him. You presumed that he may have wanted space, but that only made it worse in his head. All he wanted was to talk to you. That’s all he wanted really, and the coldness in his bed made him feel weak and useless. He wanted you. You.

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You were driving him c r a z y.

At one in the morning, you heard someone crying. Waking up, you opened your bedroom door to see little black, dots on the floor. You lowered down to see what this was, and upon closer inspection it looked like ink from a black pen that busted. Following the little splotches on the floor you were led to the bathroom. The inky like substance gathered at the crack at the door, puddling there. Opening the door, the smell of ink was so… overpowering you covered your nose. It was in the toilet, on the toilet seat, the handles of the sink, the countertop, the shower curtain, the walls…

It was everywhere.

You gently took hold of the bathroom curtain with a concerned look on your face. “Affogato?” You called out, which made him immediately stop crying. Holding his breath, not making a sound, he felt his breath gather up in his chest and throat, making him cough and gargle. You open the shower curtain to see Affogato, his clothes soiled with the black substance from the collar of his shirt down. He was panting– you could see the ink in his teeth. His fingers, straight down to his nails– loosely coated in liquid black as he shook gently, sitting in a now completely stained bathtub with splatters of whiter leaking through the black shiny mass that was this sticky thick liquid. “Oh witches…” you muttered under his breath. “My… my magic… I can’t– I can’t use my abilities anymore.” He whined as he curled up in the bathtub. “Affogato,” you whispered, crouching down carefully, making sure not to slip on the tile floor. “I think you should talk to me–” “I’ve been trying to do that for the past THREE. FUCKING. DAYS.”

He spat the viscous black liquid at you, clearly now in a state of anger. Do you really want to get served now? Oh god, what would he do..?

It had to come out.

“Listen, just listen to me honey…” You tried to reach out to him but he grimaced backwards against the shower wall. “Listen… about… about the day we went to the shopping center, I went with Licorice and Red Velvet, and we went into a winter boutique… he pulled me into the bathroom and he started talking about you.”

Spilling the beans, you could slowly see his eyes widen. He heard all the things about how he was an untrustworthy liar, how he was irresponsible, how he was narcissistic like his mother… god that one hurt like a bitch. He didn’t mind it personally, he’s heard gossip and rumors about him countless times before. But, for Licorice to tell you these things about him, making you avoid him… what if they were lying? What if they didn’t like him anymore?

What if… he wasn’t good enough..?

Do you dare tell him about yesterday morning?

You had to.

“And… yesterday in the kitchen… Red Velvet… um…” You could already see it in his poor off white eyes– his whole childhood was flashing through his eyes. “Oh god, this is gonna piss you off…” You swallowed the large lump in your throat, wondering how you should reword this. His eyebrows began to furl. “Why? Why? Why why why why why whywhywhywhywhywhywh…” he started to murmur to himself as he gripped his hair. “What, y/n what?! WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?!”

“I’m trying to think this through, give me a second!” “Think what through?!”

It came out wrong. He overwhelmed your mind and your senses were clouded with nothing but the stench of xylene and alcohol, and the ink only seemed to seep deeper into your surroundings… manifesting something from the drain of the tub. Small little dark purple and black rivlets of ink started to gather and clot at the base of the drain, thickening into worm like shapes. “He…”

His hands shook as he started to let out this blood curdling scream, sending you back against the now closed bathroom door, slamming shut and knocking the back of your head.

“You will never amount to anything. You are a worthless child, and I will always blame you for why your father left for that goddamn waste of space whore…”

And after a few seconds of silence, the door busted back open, this time with a very concerned Latte, Espresso, Licorice, and Red Velvet waiting behind it. As soon as he saw Red Velvet and Licorice, his eyes suddenly filled with rage… and the room, the room started to fill with this dark mauve lavender smoke as he began to cough violently, spitting up ink from his cried out throat, dying of heat and burning from the chemicals. Hissing could be heard, and a large worm-like entity rose out of the smog, purple glowing eyes staring back at you and the others hungrily, fueled by the same rage that its host held. It picked him up slightly, allowing him to slightly levitate off the surface of the bathtub. Smaller snakes similar to the large one slithered out of the bathtub, hissing as they did so. A few snakes stayed behind and latched themselves to Affogato’s shoulders.

And after the smog cleared and his coughing subsided, the lot of you backed away… terrified of the figure that was floating before them. Focused on Red Velvet’s form solely, slithering out of the bathtub with the mercy of the large serpent behind him, hissing like a bomb about to go off… and that’s what Affogato has become– a ticking time bomb about to explode…

“REEEED VELVEEEEET!”

Launching out of the bathroom, the lot of you separated like ants. Red Velvet took you by the arm and quickly charged upstairs. “GET A FUCKING GUN, GET A GUN RED, HE’S LOST HIS MI-” “Ohhhh…. Oh Licorice! Don’t think you aren’t gonna get it either!” The large serpent summons Affogato’s staff out of its mouth, purple slime emitting from its tongue, covering it in the gooey substance that was similar to the inkblot that was created in the bathroom. With maniacal laughter, he slammed down on the ground with his newly found staff, spears stabbing down at the wooden floor, cracking as the ink pours in the hole, summoning a torrent of snakes. The shockwave of the small blast that his staff made upon impact of the floor sent Licorice backwards, falling onto the sofa, and as soon as he was trying to get up, he saw the tip of the longest spear at the end of the staff at his chest, prodding at the fabric and the very miniscule fibers of his clothes. But before he could plunge his staff into Licorice’s chest, he felt a hard bonk to his shoulder, briefly sending the large serpent back on its side for a brief moment before it stood back up with a slight grunt. He turned, only to see his youngest sister wielding a baseball bat in her hands, teary eyed as she tried to hit the large serpent again, but missed in the process, only hitting Affogato’s staff instead.

“NICE SHOT!”

The purple swirls at the top of his staff were stained black, no longer emitting the purple sheen that it once did. “Latte Cookie, watch out!” Espresso exclaimed as he toppled his older sister before she could be hit by his staff. “You alright?” She nodded, shaking slightly. They both look up at the now corrupted cookie, while then for a second, Espresso looks back towards Red Velvet Cookie, who came back down the stairs with you in one arm and a gun in the other. “WHAT DID YOU DO?” Espresso yelled out. “I have no idea!”

“FEEL MY WRAAAATH! AAAAA HAHAHAHAHA!”

Slamming his staff down onto the ground, he conjures up even more snakes, and they slither to find their way towards Licorice Cookie’s legs, slithering around them and leaving a nasty train of black inky slime behind, tying Licorice down and rendering him unable to move. He tried to do the same with Red Velvet Cookie, but was rendered unsuccessful when he swatted away the pesky little snakes with the barrel of the gun.

“Wait, I think I know what’s wrong with him!” Latte said as she hurriedly moved over towards Licorice Cookie. Espresso Cookie followed her close behind, urging you and Red Velvet Cookie to follow suit. Suddenly, Latte Cookie used a shield to protect the lot of you as you bunched up in your little group. A brown and cream colored book then came to her as it opened, flipping through pages. “I think this is something called an overblot.” Espresso looked over his older sister’s shoulder with curiosity. “Overblot? The… the heck is a-an overblot?” “Licorice choked out through the grasp of the snake, coughing. You quickly tried to untangle the snakes from Licorice’s body, only for them to multiply and hiss at you. “An overblot… according to this passage,” Latte started as she flipped through pages, regaining her place in the book and sliding her finger down the off white page, “is a type of monster that births from a magic user that overuses their magic to the point of it becoming unstable,” she read, “magic users normally overblot due to many factors, however a few signature causes include trauma, extreme stress, or an excess in negative energy blotting something called a “magic wand.” Each overblot monster has an attached entity in which it takes representation of the overblot monster, often in the form of a person or an animal.” Affogato screamed as he hit away at the shield that formed above you with his staff in an attempt to break it, hitting away at it again and again… not stopping for anything. Red Velvet held you with the gun in his hands belting you to him by your stomach. “How the hell do we stop him?!” Latte than frantically flipped through the paragraphs on the page, looking up to see small cracks in the shield she formed, spreading outward with each hit like gentle glass breaking.

“We… we have to wait for his magic to deplete completely… but we can help this go by quicker by… fighting him. The more magic he uses, the quicker it will deplete. And no, Red Velvet, you’re not shooting my brother.” Well, someone told me to go get a gun–”

“I have no need for siblings like you, who have failed to protect me and stand by me, and your flaws give me ADEQUATE cause… to send you lot to the ENDS OF EARTH TO ROT!” With one final hit, the shield broke, shattering into itty bitty pieces around and on you, leaving micro cuts on your skin. You saw sickened eyes, eyes of white surrounded in a deep sclera sea of black, ink dripping from his lower lashline like mascara running. A smile from ear to ear as he laid eyes on his targets, Red Velvet and Licorice Cookie… and then his siblings… and last… maybe even you. “Red Velvet, I need you to use the gun to untangle Licorice so he can help; us with his magic! For now, Latte and I will hold Affogato off.” Red Velvet nodded, and while keeping you close, he turned the safety of the gun off and cocked it, shooting each snake, watching them wither into puddles of black ink, staining Licorice’s cloak. “Don’t shoot me!” Licorice yelled.

Espresso and Latte had a pair of catalysts that floated next to them, using their respective magic against Affogato to repel him away to aid Red Velvet in getting Licorice free. When Coffee and Latte magic collide, the effects of the collision are almost monstrous in heat and intensity. Beams of coffee and milk surrounded Affogato, trying to strain him of movement, entrapping him in a circle of Solomon. “Now! Go! He can’t move!” Red Velvet urged, pulling Licorice up on his feet. Summoning his scythe, his dead, pale colored eyes bleated as they bore into Affogato’s distraught form. “Now! Come forth, my servants!” Standing behind the two coffee siblings, he slammed his scythe down on the floor, summoning a legion of shadowy, goopy creatures with glowing gold eyes that seemed to be at Licorice’s command. “Go forth, my beasts!” He yelled, gesturing to them to attack Affogato, and at the simple command did they charge forward in small groups in different directions, from the left, right and center… all to surround Affogato in the coff like key that held him in place..

But that only lasted for a brief moment when a torrent of ink spilled through the circle, trying to slow the licorice creatures in their mini stampede of sorts. The little minions however broke some parts of the circle in an effort to intercept Affogato, climbing onto his ankles to hold him down. “Everyone! Go!” Licorice yelled, Latte and Espresso stepped back, catalysts still in hand as they tried to repel Affogato using their own respective magic spells, however, that only did so much to him. With the two siblings and the licorice minions, the small snakes started fighting off the minions one by one, biting down on them and paralyzing them. The snakes would absorb the magic from the minions, which would replenish Affogato of his dark magic. He suddenly began to cackle, a deep cackle as he shot his staff outward, a large lavender beam coming from it. It split in two and managed to hit both Espresso and Latte with incredible force, sending them out of the cabin into the snowy yard outside with rough crashes onto the frozen ground.

He turned over to the necromancer at his very right, who beckoned you to go out to help the coffee siblings outside. Red Velvet stepped forward, gun in hand as he directed the barrel and chamber to the floor. “Affogato, please snap out of it!” Red Velvet yelled out, “we know you’re in pain right now, you’re in severe psychological distress and we get it, but at least–” “Why should I hold back anymore?! You tried to take the ONLY THING, the ONLY COOKIE in my life that seemed to matter to me, and YOU… tried to tear me and them APART!

“I WILL NO LONGER BE STOLEN FROM!”

The snakes charged at Red Velvet first, causing him to shoot at the snakes, which did some harm to Affogato. Licorice summoned more of his minions, then looked at how the snakes acted. His eyes widened all the sudden, as things started to clear up. The snakes acted as mini conduits of energy and magic that replenish Affogato! And they all seemed to be born from…

“The glass snake behind him… that’s it!” Licorice shouted, alerting Red Velvet next to him. “We have to destroy the snake behind Affogato!” Red Velvet smiled, aiming his gun at it to take a shot. However, upon shooting the snake, the bullet only seemed to ricochet off the glass into a window. “The glass that makes up the snake looks like it’s bulletproof!” Red Velvet shouted. “A simple bullet will not be able to break the glass!” Suddenly, Affogato took his staff and swung it at Licorice’s head, swiftly sending him into the entertainment center. Screaming he put his hand to his hand only to see blood riveting out onto his pale fingers. Fresh blood dripped from the newly found spikes adorning the sides of the staff. Red Velvet attempts to shoot the glass snake again, making the dark cookie cry out in pain. The second bullet would ricochet into the television on the wall. But… the second bullet left a tiny, very fine crack. His eyes widened as he went over to protect Licorice who sat on the floor, bleeding heavily. “Affogato, stop!” He smiled manically and raised his staff high in the air, preparing to swing at Red Velvet, cornering him against the other injured cookie. Perfect timing… you, Espresso, and Latte entered the cabin, slightly reddened and bruised from the snow, and saw the state of the two cookies against the entertainment center. “THE SNAKE!” Red Velvet yelled, “YOU HAVE TO BREAK–” Affogato swung roughly at Red Velvet, cutting him off and sending him into a violent scream. Stopping for a second, he started to giggle once more, he descended into insane laughter and started to bludgeon the two cookies under him, the snakes taking over their bodies to absorb their blood and strength. “STOP HIM!” Espresso yelled. The three of you attempted to intercept Affogato from three sides, with Espresso taking the snake in a chokehold and performing a boiling spell on it. Then, he noticed the fine crack.

“Latte, get the baseball bat you had!” She looked up to her younger brother who was in the process of heating the glass of the snake in an attempt to enlarge the crack. “The glass…” you muttered. “Red Velvet was trying to shoot the glass. We have to break the glass of the snake! Latte, you can use your magic to aid Espresso in heating the layers of the glass!” Espresso shook his head. “No, we have to use a lot more force to break the glass. Our magic can only do so much!” You ran off with Latte to get some bats, while Espresso stayed behind, jumping off to hit the snake with a beam of coffee magic, making Affogato wince. Summoning more snakes out of inky puddles, they slithered quickly towards Espresso Cookie, who levitated off the floor with his catalyst. The snakes gripped at the tail of his cape with their fangs, Flipping through the pages, he smiled at Affogato, who was prepping his staff once more. “Oh, so you wish to go down with them, little brother?” He asked, his voice laden with poisonous intent. “That voice… so familiar. So bitter…!” Espresso expressed as he shot a torrent of coffee beans in Affogato’s direction, pinning him up against the wall, like small needles. His eyes focused in on the crown of the snake’s head, preparing to shoot a beam of magic at it when all the sudden, Affogato charged forward and suspended his younger brother to a window, holding him by the neck with his staff. The snakes start to slither up the wall, closing in on Espresso’s head.

“You've always tried to outsmart me, always tried to get me into trouble, frame me for things you obviously did, made my life hell and you always got away with it like you’re so much better than me… you have no right to disrespect me any further… matter of fact…” Using the staff to forcefully lift Espresso’s chin upward painfully, the snakes blinded him, sliding over his eyes. “You won’t be able to harm me any further… you’ll be dead.”

“Nice thought!”

SLAM!

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