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scent of the pine. 5 (e.w)

*takes off grad cap* alright . here we go.

wc;cw: 17.1k everybody died, sistersbestfriend!ellie, guitarist/producer!ellie, violinist!oc, age gap(three years), all ocs r blackcoded, SMUT!! MDNI!!!, phone sex, masturbation, mean ellie, weed alcohol nics yall know wassup, dubcon, virginity loss, masochism LOL, light bondage, dirty talk, ASSSPLAAAYYY😝, dp, mult. orgasms, subspace and drop, squirting, slapping(face ass tits pussy lol), toys, slight angst but also fluff, just lots of spit n cum

You’ve been very gloomy these past couple of months.

You hadn’t stopped thinking about Ellie since you left her home that morning, up until you and Arya jumped on the train to return to campus.

You’d never be able to express to Arya how much you appreciated her presence: she allowed you to cry, whine, pout, and sniffle about how much you missed Ellie, and she comforted you through all of it with gentle whispers of you’re gonna be fine, bitch! you’re gonna get piped down soon! I promise! Although you felt a bit selfish dumping your girl problems on her, she never made you feel guilty and justified that you always listened to her ramble about her hook-ups and high rambles. The only time she’d ever complained about anything related to your sorrowful monologues about missing Ellie’s laugh and smile and tongue was when you two had to work on your Music & Production Theory assignment (I’m gonna kill you if we fail and you’ll die dickless! Don’t play with me!).

…But other than that, she’s been so sweet!

Ellie has also been keeping in touch ever since you left. She sent you snaps of Duchess zooming around the house, her meals for the day, and three-second voice memos of her new project she was working on. You knew that she’d been flying back and forth to California and had a packed schedule with her producer friends whenever she was there, but your heart couldn’t help but turn gray when you wouldn’t hear from her for a few days.

Now it's March, and you and Arya are sitting on the floor as you glared searing holes into your phone. Ellie sent you a text when you were in class earlier saying that she missed your voice and was going to call you the second she had the opportunity. And you weren’t going to miss it. Ellie was worth wasting your Saturday night on!

“I’m not gonna lie girl,” Arya's voice cut through your intense phone-staring. “I’ve definitely had my dickmatized moments but you’re kinda crazy.”

You looked up at Arya as she carefully packed her blunt to get ready for her smoke sesh with her friends, concerned look on her face. It made you frown.

“What, why? What’d I do?” You asked with your brows pulled down.

And before you could hear her answer, you got a notification. You nearly snapped your wrists at the speed your hands flew to grab your phone to see if it was Ellie, your eyes bulging at your screen, only to see that your sister snapped you. You sighed in slight disappointment before opening it.

You ignored Arya’s snickering.

Your sister sent you a picture of her with hairspray and a lighter in her hand with a caption IM MOVING TF OUT I CANT TAKE THIS SHIT NO MORE BUGS R EVERYWHERE WHAT IN THE FUCK.

You couldn’t hold in your laugh as you snapped her back before Arya stood and went to the bathroom with a change of clothes in hand.

You heard the shower turn on as you got up and onto your bed to mindlessly scroll through Twitter.

After ten minutes of scrolling through a Best Euphoria Character breakdown thread, you got a text from Ellie, and you nearly squealed in excitement.

hiiii im sorry i havent been able to b on my phone like that :( been super busy with this sample

i just wanted 2 let u know that i might have 2 call u another time we still have a bunch of layering to do for this track n we’re on a timer. i miss u so fucking bad

You couldn’t ignore the sadness in your chest, but you texted back understandingly anyway.

it’s ok :( i miss u too. miss ur voice :(

Her reply bubble immediately popped up.

i know baby fuckkkk i miss ur voice so fucking bad im ab to start asking 4 daily voice memos 🤨

You smiled at your screen so wide.

LOOOOOOOL ur annoying

You typed and sent a follow up before she could.

go back 2 work 🥰🥰

kiss :(

mwah

mwah mwah mwah

You put your phone on your chest, and you couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face. She made you so, so happy.

The bathroom door opened, steam from the warm water exiting the room along with a towel-clad Arya.

“What you cheesin’ so hard for, girl?” She said as she grabbed her edge control off her desk.

“Nothin’,” you said with a dreamy sigh as you stared off past her.

“…Uh huh, I’m heading out soon, I’ll be back late tonight, so don’t wait up.” She said with a smirk.

“Don’t forget to send me your location,” you reminded her.

She let out a quick course, baby before she went back into the bathroom.

You went back to scrolling through Twitter until your eyelids got heavy. A comfortably dressed Arya—she’s definitely getting some— kissed your forehead and dimmed your dorm lights before she left, and you dozed off.

You jolted awake as Rotation blasted in your ears. You drowsily picked your phone up and saw a el:3🌲 and 2:34AM across your home screen.

You perked up immediately to answer, sitting up so fast that you went lightheaded for a second.

“Hello?”

“Hi, you,” Ellie’s light voice rang through the phone. “Were you sleep? M’sorry, we can talk la— “

“No! No, I’m up, I was just napping, hi,” you said as you grinned softly at her laugh, laying on your back. “You’re up late. Did you guys finish?”

“No, but we were exhausted, so we called off for the night. And one of my partners kept rambling about this girl he needed to call, so,” Her voice was already making you squirm. Thank god she couldn’t see you. “But I wanted to talk to you, couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh my god, you’re so obsessed, damn,” you said with a giggle.

“Fuuuuck yeah, sooo obsessed, need to drink your bath water, shit, I think I’m dying!” she said in an overly desperate, dried out tone, making you laugh harder.

Both of your laughs calmed down before she started talking, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“Umm…” She sounded a bit nervous, and it instantly made you antsy. “I know you’re not gonna be back for a couple weeks or whatever, but I just… like I was gonna ask if you wanted to do something, like just the two of us…”

And a sly grin grew on your face. “Ellie… are you asking me out, right now?”

The other line was silent as you heard her move around and sigh before she spoke. “…This was literally the worst way to ask a girl out, fuck, m’sorry— “

You cut through her jittery rambles. “Ellie, stop apologizing! That’s so cute! Of course, I’ll go out with you!”

You heard her release a deep breath as she said, “Fuck, thank god, holy shit, I was so nervous. It’s been so long since I’ve done that. Almost shoved my vape down my throat.”

You laughed as your heart beat quickened. “You really gonna wine and dine me when I come home? We’re that serious?”

“Ohhh, we're that serious, you're eating nothing but lobster and pasta when I see you, swear to god.”

You snorted at her, “Okay, sugar daddy, get me a new car while you're at it. With insurance.”

“Anything you want, baby.” She said with a sleazy laugh.

You hummed at her offer in attempts to mask the pounding of your heart, but she mocked you, humming back at you in a higher tone.

“Shut up! I’m just thinking!”

“Oh, yeah? About what?”

You suddenly felt shy as her voice lowered. It was so much deeper. “Just… just you, I guess, I dunno, miss you.”

You heard her shuffle again before she asked softly, a smirk evident in her tone, “You miss me?”

You let out a quiet, but eager mhm! as your tummy swirled with want.

You listened to her gentle breathing before she asked, “Your roomie home?”

And your heartbeat picked up, your eyes fluttering as your blinking slowed.

“N-no, she’s gone.”

“Then lay down for me, baby.”

You instantly fell on your back, your scarfed head hitting your silk pillows. Your face was boiling hot, “I am.”

“You sound nervous, you good?” she asked you gently.

“M’great, just… yeah, I’m okay, want you to keep talking.”

“Stop me whenever, you understand?” Her tone was much more serious, and it made your thighs clench, your boyshorts growing wetter.

You whined out a uhhuh!, but she corrected you immediately, “Say you understand.”

“I understand! I get it, El!” Fuck, you wished she were here to touch you. To scold you in person.

You heard giggling and more shuffling around through the speaker, “You gotta shirt on?”

“Mhm.”

She chuckled lightly, “Take it off, take off everything while you're at it.”

Your heartbeat spiked, “But Arya might come back.”

“That’s why you have a blanket, honey.”

…Fair.

You quickly set your phone on your pillow, reaching for the hem of your shirt, lifting it up to pull it over your head, tossing it to the floor. You arched your ass up to pull your boyshorts off and kicked them to the foot of your bed. You reached for your phone again.

“Okay, m’ready now.”

“Such a cutie,” she cooed at you. You could hear the grin through her words. “Gonna make you cum so hard the second I get my hands on you.”

You whimpered into the speaker as your walls squeezed. Fuck, fuckfuck.

“You make me go fuckin’ crazy, can’t stop thinking about you.”

“M-me, too.”

“Yeah? What d’you think about?”

Say it! your brain yelled at you. She already knows you’re a slut, just say what you want!

“...Umm…”

“Talk to me, baby, about anything you want.”

You gulped, heart pounding in your ears, “Your… your hands? They’re… really nice.”

“Yeah? What about ‘em is nice?”

“Ellie…”

“Like when they touch you all over, when they hold you down?”

“Yes,” you barely whispered as your free hand traveled down your body. Not touching anywhere specifically, just roaming.

“Know you do, they get you so fuckin’ hot,” She breathed through the line. “Wanna touch yourself?”

“Yeah, w’na so bad.”

“Say please.”

“Ellieee— “

She cut off your embarrassed whines with a nastily casual tone, “I'll hang up right now. Ask nicely.”

You balled your traveling hand up in a fist as you pleaded with an upset pout, “Please, Ellie.”

“Please what.”

“… Please help me?”

“….”

“C’mon Ellie! Please make me cum! I wanna cum!”

Her condescending laugh pierced through your ears, “Touch those pretty fuckin’ tits since I didn’t get to before you left.”

You moaned out as your pointer finger and thumb rolled your stiffened nipple as you squirmed.

“They’re so fucking sensitive, got my sheets so wet when I played with ‘em. Wan’em in my mouth again, shit.”

You pulled at your other nipple, and you let out a moan into the speaker.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, miss you so fucking bad.”

“Miss you so much, Ellie, can’t wait t’see you.” You cried out quietly. Your pussy was clenching with need.

“Touch your pussy, babygirl, rub your clit. Get it nice and wet f’me.”

You followed her instructions at a lightning speed, spreading your legs wider and reaching your hand all the way down to bring your slick to your clit. Your breathing picked up as you slowly rubbed it into your bud, hips jerking.

“Tell me how wet it is,” you could hear how shaky her voice was getting, breathing labored. She was touching herself to you touching yourself, and it was making you wetter. It made you burn. It made you want to get her there.

“M’really wet, El,” you mewled out to her, trying to ignore your bashfulness.

“Yeah? S’dripping on your bed like it did on mine?”

“Shit, yes, I feel it.”

“Fuuuck, bet it’s so fucking tight, gonna break that pretty pussy in so good.”

“Want you to. Want you inside me s’bad, please.”

“Gonna give you whatever you want, promise, shit.”

You felt that feeling coming over you before you could think, “Think m’gonna cum, baby—“

“Already? Always cum so fucking quick—“

“I-I just miss you!”

“Then cum for me, love.”

“G’na, daddy!” You heard her groan at the name.

“Fuuuuck!” You heard the wet sounds from her pussy over her groans and whines of your name, and that swelling feeling in your gut exploded.

All you could get out was a garbled cumming! as your thighs shook in your pleasure, your fingers quickly rubbing your clit as your hips bucked towards the friction. It felt so much better because you knew she was listening.

“Don’t fucking stop, you’re gonna cum again.” She scolded when your fingers slowed and your breathing slowed.

“E-Ellieee—!”

“You wanted to cum so bad, right? Then fucking cum, fuck that pussy,” she must’ve been close: her breathing was heavier and shaky, the wet sounds from her side increasing.

You put your phone on speaker and set it on your pillow, propping yourself up on your elbow so you could fuck yourself easier. You’ve never successfully made yourself cum like this, but you slid your middle finger in experimentally anyway. You released a light gasp at the stretch. You were so soft and slippery on the inside, your clit twitching as you wiggled around in search for that spot that Ellie found so easily.

“D-Do me a favor?” she gasped out to you.

“U-Uh huh?”

She let out a breathy laugh, “Put your pussy on the phone so I can nut?”

You laughed with her, shaking your head as you grabbed it with your free hand. You placed it between your legs, thrusting your finger in and out, “Can you hear it?”

“Yeah, babe, fuck.”

You let out a moan with her, slowly fucking yourself and bringing your other hand over to rub your clit, hips jolting at the sensitivity. You both were moaning each other's name as you chased your pleasure in unison. You let out a loud moan when you prodded that squishy spot that made you black out the last time you saw Ellie. You hit it as hard as you could, pussy squelching around your fingers and belly swirling.

“Gonna make me cum, shit, sounds so fucking hot,” she whined out in between heavy pants.

“Cum with me, El? Please?” You rubbed your clit faster.

“Gonnagonna, fuck, m’so close—!”

You let out a shout of her name as it hit you, your fingers trapped between the tight grip of your walls. You rubbed your clit as you grinded into your pussy, your head falling back as your hips rocked back and forth to ride it out. You tried to quiet your wails as Ellie came with you, letting out obscenities while she talked you through it. You could hear how fast her fingers were moving and it made another wave wash over you, your cunt giving one last bone-crushing squeeze as its twitching calmed.

You pulled your drenched fingers out and slowly rubbed your clit as you came down, listening to Ellie’s quieting gasps of pleasure. You reached to grab a couple tissues from your work desk, wiping your fingers and pussy before grabbing your phone to set on your pillow. You heard her shuffle before she spoke.

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah… wish you were here,” you answered with a pout.

“I know, a couple more weeks’n I’m all yours.”

“S’all I’m thinking about,” you said gently. “Go get some rest.”

“Don’t want you to gooooo,” you heard her pouting. It made your heart skip. “Stay on the phone with me?

“Don’t you have to get up early tomorrow?”

“…Yeah…”

“Right. You had a long day, go to bed.” Even though the sound of her breathing would lull you to sleep faster, you could only imagine how drained she must’ve been.

“Fine,” you heard her sigh in resignation.

“Sleep well,” you cheesed widely.

“I’ll try, promise. Mmmmwaaah!” she sent a goofy kiss through the speaker. You sent one back.

“Night, El.”

“Night, baby.”

You hung up your line, throwing your phone on your pillow as you sat up to go to the bathroom.

You missed her scent so much.

Your sister was very in love. And lonely.

It’s been almost three weeks since she’s seen Isaiah.

She was typically good at keeping her sneaky links on the low, only calling them to fulfill her needs in the middle of the night, buy her drinks, smoke her the fuck out whenever she wanted, but she never expected to miss one of them or wait for their calls. Fuck time zones!

When Isaiah and your sister first started hooking up, it started off normal. Quick, but nastily satisfying fucks in hotel rooms (that he paid for, city girl shit), smashing in his rental car before his studio session, in her car before she went to work; it was strictly sexual for months, and she was fine with him constantly flying back and forth!

Until he returned from California with a new strain that he said reminded him of her. She damn near bought a ring to propose to him herself. He smoked her out, she had one of the best highs of her life, and he gave her the craziest head on her couch, how could she not want him?!

And now he’s gone, making beats in California again as she sat and thought about his voice. His scent.

Why did California always keep the most important people away from her?!

Thinking about that city always gives her a headache. She ignited the packed bowl of her pipe, staring holes into the black screen of her phone as she waited for his call.

You were editing another compilation of you playing all four seasons of Vivaldi as Arya snored on your shoulder. Your subs were going to eat this one up!

The train Wi-Fi was kicking your ass and was this close to fucking up your render, but you were managing.

You stretched your wrists, and you leaned back from your small tray table, resting against your head against the rest and grabbing your phone.

You got a text from Ellie!

hiiiii baby can’t wait 2 c u

got smth cute planned :)

You didn’t notice the smile that spread on your face as you typed.

so excited :( wanna smell u so bad

You were about to set your phone down, but a text bubble popped up.

yeah? wna smell u too

gonna shove my nose in that pussy and inhale 😛

IMMA EAT IT RAAAHH

Your entire body flushed hot as you shook your head.

AYOOOOO??

UR FUCKDIGNNSTUPIDD GET OFF MY PHONE

LFMAKOAAOOAAO

kissie b4 i go? :(

mwahmwahmwah

mmmmmwwah

You set your phone down as you cheesed dumbly.

You wished this train would hurry the fuck up!

Your mom had come to pick you and Arya up from the station with slices of her freshly baked pineapple upside-down cake, kisses, and strong hugs. You never got used to being away from her months at a time; You'd missed her warm embrace so much.

You had a couple of days to yourself before you and Ellie's first date and… just thinking about it made your heart beat faster.

She’d texted you when you got home, telling you to dress up in something fancy. Would she buy you a fancy dinner? Take you to an art gallery? A night on the town in the city? The possibilities were endless with her!

Arya had been telling you that you needed to buy some… things for when the two of you get “freak nasty”, so she offered to drive you to the mall (no more fruit panties, you're an adult now!, she’d scolded you). While you were excited for what happened after your date, you didn’t want it to be narrowed down to that; You loved spending time with Ellie. You just got her back in your life, and you wanted to appreciate every moment that you could get with her when she wasn't working. You felt so happy when she was around.

… But of course, Arya wasn’t hearing that.

“Girl, you can save all that sappy shit for the wedding, do you want crotchless panties under your—“ She paused her waving of the… very exposed pair of pink underwear as she remembered something. “Oh fuck, you don’t have a dress!”

“…I was thinking about just wearing my prom dr— “

“Don’t even finish that fuckin’ sentence, are you serious?! Your prom dress? On your first date? You needa be slapped for that!” She said, irritated as she glared at you. You glared back at her attitude, now just as annoyed.

“What do you expect me to do?! I’m not… I’m not like you guys, okay? This typa shit is easy for y’all. You know how hard it is for me to… do things like this. Why do you think I’ve been single this whole time?!” You said with a hurt frown.

You knew she never meant any harm whenever she scolded you about your romantic situations, —or lack thereof—but that didn’t mean it hurt your feelings any less. You’re just starting to come into yourself and your appearance, and you need her, and everyone else, to be patient with you.

Arya must’ve sensed the pain and discomfort in your voice because her glare slowly fell, a gentle replacement immediately overtaking her expression. She set the panties back down onto the display table and grabbed your shoulders.

“M’sorry babe, okay?” She said softly, and you nodded as you looked off into the distance in rigid forgiveness; You knew she didn’t like that. “Look at me.”

Your eyes slowly met hers before she quietly spoke. “I’m sorry, I want the best for you, that’s all.”

She continued as your eyes watered. Just a little glisten! “You’re such a beautiful person—inside’n out and I want you to feel that way, even more so now because of that dick-slangin’ girlfriend of yours!”

“You’re annoying,” you joked as you laughed quietly, making her smile.

“It’s true! You’re my baby’n I love you.”

“Love you,” you mumbled into her shoulder as she pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a light kiss to the side of your head before pulling back.

She spun around and pointed towards the 30% off on all thongs! sign at the front of the store.

“Can you buy one, at least?” she said in half-joking exasperation, pout on her face.

“…Sure,” You relented with a sigh. “I might not wear it for the date, though!”

“That’s fine, mama! Just wanna make sure you got one for safe keeping!” She said slyly as she stuck her tongue out.

You shook your head as you made your way over to the rack, eyeing the pine green thong on the mannequin.

Two days passed and you were getting ready for your first date! You couldn’t believe it!

After Arya drove the two of you to the airport to pick up Kris and Starr, they’d spent the night at your place so they could see you off before Ellie came to pick you up.

Starr helped you wax your eyebrows and legs: she offered to wax your cooch, but you were scared and a little embarrassed at the thought of your friends seeing you so… exposed. You knew your friends didn’t care about seeing you naked, but you were still a bit sheltered with them. I’ll stick to my razor! you'd said.

Kris was pressing your hair while Arya helped you glue your lashes on as you frantically checked the time with a bouncy knee. 6:33… 6:34… 6:36!

Even though Ellie said that your reservation was at seven-thirty, you still needed to get dressed, had to count for the drive, potential stops for gas… and what if there was an accident on the road and it made you both late… oh, god what if you both caused the accident—!

“Bro, can you calm the hell down— “

“Y’know, I’m getting really sick of y’all asking the girl with anxiety to calm down—!”

“Stop moving and hold your ear down!”

You thanked god your mom was out on a wine night; She didn’t need her night ruined with you and your friends bickering.

You grabbed your ear in a tight downward pinch with a harsh sigh, moving it so Kris could straighten your baby hairs. Even with all this frantic movement from everyone in the room, they made it clear that they didn’t want you to see your final look until the very end, blocking all mirrors available with their bodies.

After fifteen minutes of… pure chaos, your hair laid flat, and your face was beat. You pressed kisses all over your friends’ faces with breathy iloveyouthankyou’s before grabbing your dress and undergarments to sprint to your bathroom, making sure not to look at yourself even though you desperately wanted to.

You shut the door with a deep and heavy exhale. You looked at your dress with pounding in your ears: it was a floor length, black velvet maxi dress with lace detailed sleeves. It accentuated your bust so a little cleavage was showing (I, personally, would have my nipples out, but this is cute, too! you recalled Arya saying in the dressing room); It was so… classy. You felt like an adult when you tried it on. You hope Ellie likes it.

You shook off your insecurities before they could terrorize you and removed your tee, underwear, and sweatpants. You put your pine green, lacy strapless bra on with the thong to match, adjusting it so… your pussy could fucking breathe how do people wear this shit everywhere they go!

You grabbed your dress and stepped into it, carefully pulling it up and over your shoulders. You straightened it out with your hand, making sure no wrinkles were in it before you took a breath, opened the door, and walked out to your bedroom.

Starr was the first one you made eye-contact with and she damn near fell out of your desk chair and onto the floor. Your eyes widened as the other two turned with excited gasps and shrieks.

“OH MY FUCKIN’ GOD WHAT THEFUCK—!”

“You’re so fucking fine, holy shit—!”

“If it don’t work out with ol’ girl, you know where to find me—!”

You shook your head at them before dropping your gaze to your floor so that they couldn’t see your small smile, your face flushed, “Okay, okay, can I look now?”

“Yeah baby, turn around!” Kris said excitedly as she grabbed your shoulders with an encouraging squeeze.

You spun around and was immediately met with someone who… did not look like you. At all. Even your brain was too stunned to speak. What the fuck?

The girls' excited expressions slowly dropped when they witnessed your shocked reaction, but you weren’t upset at all. Just… surprised. In a good way.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Kris asked you gently from behind with concerned eyes, meeting yours in the mirror.

“…I’m just really— “

THROW IT IN ROTATION! (THR—)

You jumped towards your phone on your dresser, nearly knocking your lamp off it. You answered immediately when you saw who it was.

“Hello?”

“Hiiiii, m’downstairs!” Ellie said giddily, and your spirit brightened. You smiled widely, and the girls followed.

“I’m coming down right now, just needa put my shoes on!”

“Ok, is it fine if I come in for a sec or?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. The girls wanna meet you!” And they nodded eagerly in agreement.

“… Fuck, now I’m scared.”

“Don’t be! They’re so sweet, c’mon.”

“K, gimme a sec, mmmmmwah!” she said goofily, you sending one back just as dopily before you ended the call.

“Y’all gay as shit,” Starr said with a headshake, making the other girls snicker and jump in excitement.

You, heels in hand, and your friends nearly jumped down the staircase to rip the front door off the hinges.

The minute your eyes connected with Ellie’s, you had to stop yourself from dropping to your knees and doing something crazy. Fuck.

She was dressed in an all-black suit with a… fucking turtleneck underneath her jacket. Her sleeves were rolled up so her forearm tattoo was exposed. She had…Cuban links around her neck and wrists. Her hair was cut into a mullet—when the fuck did that happen, holy shit?!— and the two slits in her brow were more prominent. You noticed one of her hands was behind her back, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care about what she was hiding. You were, by all means, ready to fuck right now. You nearly said fuck the date.

And by the darkening of her eyes as she took you in from head to toe, you could tell she was ready, too.

“…Hey,” she said to all of you, but she kept eye contact with you. You stared back.

“Hi! Nice to finally meet you, I’m Arya,” your best friend interrupted as she stuck her hand out towards your date. Her eyes left yours to politely greet your friends with cute smiles and handshakes.

And then she turned to you, bringing her hidden arm around to hand you a burgundy sunflower wrapped in gold and pink ribbons and plastic. Evening sun!

She stepped inside and into your space—she always smelled so fucking good! — as you took it from her hand with a gentle thank you. Her cheeks were so red as she whispered back of course before planting a soft kiss to your lips. You heard your friends squeal quietly. Neither of you cared, sucked into your own little universe.

“Ready?” she whispered. You nodded excitedly with a toothy grin, stepping into your heels. She smiled back before taking your hand in hers.

“Oh fuck, wait a second!” Kris said loudly before running upstairs. You looked at your two friends, confused. Starr smirked as Arya shrugged.

Kris came running back down the stairs with a small backpack in her hand, giving it to you.

“Packed you some… things. Might not see you for a few days,” she said slyly as she winked, causing Starr to snicker. What the hell was in this bag?

“Be careful with our little baby, now! She’s fragile!” Starr called out.

“Will do, don’t worry,” Ellie replied with a light laugh before turning to you to whisper, “C’mon, baby.”

“Don’t forget to lock the door before you guys head out, keys under the mat,” you turned to say to your friends as you slowly walked out. “I love y’all!”

Shouts of love you! and be safe! rung through your ears before you gently shut the door. Your back was immediately pressed up against it before you could think, Ellie craning her neck to connect your lips in a hot kiss. Your knees went weak.

She pulled away before you could protest, looking you up and down, “Had to do that, fuck, you look gorgeous.” Your cheeks were so hot as you mumbled a quiet you, too!

“Think I’m gorgeous?” She hummed out with a small smile. You saw her cheeks shine a darker shade of pink.

You nodded with an mhm!, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull her in for another kiss. She grabbed your forearms and moved back with a shake of her head.

“Okay. No more bullshit, we’re classy tonight!” She said with a clap of her hands.

“Just one more,” you shook your head with a pout as you attempted to move her closer.

You shut your eyes when you saw her face move closer to yours before you heard her whisper a no against your lips.

“C’mon, we’re gonna be late,” She said with a foxy grin. She took your hand in hers to lead you to her… sleek ass car, fucking shit!

The heartbeat in your ears nearly deafened you.

The restaurant was… impeccable. You thought Cheesecake Factory was fancy; They were nothing compared to this spot. It was dimly lit, crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, tables draped in a black cloth, marble plates, candles, bottles of champagne… This is wealth!

Ellie hadn’t let your hand go the entire car ride, all the way up until you reached the front desk to confirm your reservation. You both were led to an exclusive spot on the second-floor outdoor balcony so that the two of you were alone. You teared up at the sight in front of you.

Your small section was filled with lit lanterns, the decorative trees around your table wrapped in fairy lights, and your table was surrounded with rose petals. There was even a small flowerpot with an evening sun sticking out of it. The gesture was so simple, but your eyes watered with gratitude. You couldn’t believe she organized this for you.

“Like it?” She sounded so nervous next to you. You turned to face her and nodded with a sniffle.

“Such a crybaby, jesus,” she mumbled with a shaky laugh, reaching towards a napkin on the table to hand to you. You dabbed your eyes, minding your liner.

“This is so sweet, Ellie, oh my god,” you watched her expression fill with affection and doting before she pulled you in to kiss your forehead as she led you over to the table.

She grabbed the back of your chair to pull it out for you with an over-exaggerated call of m’lady!, ushering you to sit down. You laughed wetly before you sat with a thank you!

“I wasn’t joking when I said you can get whatever you want,” She stated as she circled the small table to get to her seat. “I’ll buy this place out if you ask, don’t give a fuck.”

Fuckfuckfuck—!

“Ellie, this is prettiest place I’ve ever fucking been in, oh my god!” You said as you glanced around the room.

“Ehhh, it’s alright,” she said with a cocky smirk, shrugging as she shook her jacket off her shoulders. You tried not to look at her toned arms too closely as you rolled your eyes. “Want some wine?”

“Is… is that allowed?”

“… It is tonight, shit— “

A man dressed in a black shirt, slacks, and apron cut her off with an introduction as your server, bowing his head in greeting. You noticed how he kept returning his gaze to you as he described the specials, but you paid it no extra mind.

After Ellie asked for the most expensive wine, the server departed with a stiff nod in her direction. You noticed her intense gaze as she watched him leave.

“You okay?” you asked gently. She silently shook her head yes before reaching out to you to grab your hand, playing with your fingers.

Hm. That was weird.

Dinner was fucking incredible. Shrimps should’ve never been called the “roaches of the sea”, they tasted too good!

You were two glasses of wine in, —nursing your third—and you were starting to feel warm and fuzzy, a smile permanently painted on your face as Ellie went on about astrology; You didn’t know what the fuck a mercury retrograde was, but you supported anything that kept that impassioned look in her eyes! She looked so excited!

“—that fucker thought that because I’m a fucking Libra I wasn’t gonna say anything. Like, I literally have an Aquarius rising, you cunt! I’ll fuckin’ run you ov— “

“How’s everything?”

You looked to your side and made eye contact with your server, you sipped from your glass as you eagerly nodded, “Oh my god, it was fucking incredible. Who knew shrimps could be that goddamn huge! Are we allowed to say bad words in here?!”

He laughed while nodding, “Yes ma’am, you’re allowed to do whatever you want in here. Would you like any dessert with the rest of your wine?”

“Yes, please!” You got giddy at the mention of sweets, “I saw this chocolate molten lava cake lookin’ thing on the menu, but there was no ice cream on top. Can y’all… à la mode it?”

“Course we can, the Chocolate Fondant with ice cream!” He said as he pulled out his notepad from his apron pocket, scribbling before turning to Ellie. You noticed how tense she looked: she was sitting back in her chair with her legs crossed, her finger tapping on the arm rest, and her shoulders were stiff. You didn’t comment on it, but something was off. “And for you?”

She didn’t answer, and her lack of response concerned you. You reached over to gently place your hand on top of her… clenched fist on the table, “El? You don’t have to get a whole one. You wanna share with me?”

She hadn’t looked at you since he arrived, though: she continued to glare at the waiter, and when you turned to look at him, you saw him glare at her. What the hell?

“We’re gonna get that to go, actually.” She demanded, her gaze sharp like knives. You recognized that tone of hers instantly. She was this close to swinging. Oh no.

“I think that would be best. Cash or card?” He snarked. You whipped your head to glare at his tone.

You felt the table shake as Ellie moved to stand. You jumped up and stood in front of her—almost breaking your damn ankle in these heels— before she could lunge at the waiter, letting out soft warnings of nononono as you blocked her off. This was an elitist establishment; you’re not trying to get arrested! The waiter scoffed and stomped off.

You watched Ellie seethe in her chair as she pulled her wallet out of her slack pocket, throwing a stack of hundreds on the table before grabbing her jacket. She wrapped her hand around yours before pulling you towards the restaurant's staircase.

She harshly pushed the doors of the restaurant open to lead you to the parking garage. You weren’t having it, though.

“Ellie! Ellie, wait! What the hell just happened?” You asked, grabbing her wrist with your free hand to stop her pacing.

“Doesn’t matter— “

“Yes, it does!” You said louder as you yanked your hand from hers. You grabbed her flushed face in your hands, but she wasn’t looking at you. She just continued to whisper obscenities under her breath.

“Baby, look at me please, talk to me,” you said gently, rubbing her cheeks with your thumbs in an attempt to soothe her.

She finally looked down at you, before looking around again, “Let’s get in the car first, c’mon.”

You released her face from your grasp with a nod, letting her guide you.

She let out a deep sigh when she shut her door. You leaned over to rub her knee comfortingly.

She looked down at your hand as her expression softened, “M’sorry, I— “

You shook your head, “It’s okay, just, what was that? I’m so confused right now—”

“Motherfucker wouldn’t stop glaring at me, pissed me the fuck off,” She said between grit teeth. “Kept lookin’ at you, the fuck was he smiling so hard for anyway—“

“A-at me?”

“Yes, at you,” She said like it was obvious. Your brows furrowed in confusion. “The bastard almost broke his neck trying to show you the menu, ohhh of course I'll put ice cream on the chocolate fountain, sexy, I'll make sure the chocolate’s extra hot for you, like what the fuck— “

You couldn’t hold in your laughter at her exaggerated impressions, and you felt her relax as she scoffed a laugh out. You watched as she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her mint vape, pulling from it. She turned her head to blow the smoke away from your face. You leaned over the center console, grabbing the side of her face to turn towards you. You planted soft kisses to her cheek in between your chuckles as she shook her head, licking her chapped lips.

“Dinner was really good,” you said in between kisses.

She hummed before she sighed, “Sorry I ruined it, you didn’t even get your chocolate fountain.”

You giggled, “Fondant, baby.”

She grumbled out a whatever, making you laugh harder, “I had so much fun, El, love spending time with you.”

She turned her face towards yours to whisper, “Me too babe. Missed you so much.”

“You smell so fucking good,” you whispered against her mouth before you could think.

“Yeah?” You felt her smirk.

You hummed in agreement before pressing your mouth to hers. She instantly reciprocated, turning her body so she could place a hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer. The kiss deepened, her tongue swiping against your bottom lip before she sucked on it. You let out a whine when her tongue licked into your mouth. Tongueringtongueringtongueri—

But then she pulled away. You followed her mouth with yours, making her smile.

“Let’s go home.”

You nodded so hard, you almost snapped your neck.

The minute you stepped foot into Ellie’s place, her mouth was on yours.

Her strong hands were gripping your hips, your arms around her neck as you moaned in her mouth.

Jinglejinglejinglejingle—

You pulled away from her and turned the second you heard Duchess coming, her small, fluffy body descending the stairs. You pushed Ellie’s grabby, traveling hands away.

“Baby! Oh my god! I missed you so much!” You squealed in excitement as you rushed over to her as quickly as your heeled feet would allow. She started purring and rubbing against your leg. You bent over to pet her little head as she nuzzled into your hand.

“You really chose her over me, wow, okay,” Ellie called out from behind you as you heard the fridge open along with some clinking glass.

Of course, Duchess’s demons took over as she whipped her head off into the distance, seemingly shocked by something, before sprinting back upstairs. There had to be a ghost or something in this bitch!

You shook your head before standing straight to turn towards the kitchen. You noticed Ellie shamelessly staring at your ass before she slowly dragged her eyes up connected with yours. And she just took a shot of pure vodka. No chaser. Fuck.

“You always talk about me staring, look at you!”

“You’re lucky that’s all I did,” She said as she poured another shot for herself. “Was thiiis close to doing something outta pocket.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” you challenged. Yup, that wine was still kicking.

“Shoving my tongue in your ass,” she said casually with a shrug before leaning over the counter, taking sips from her shot glass.

That familiar swirl in your gut quickly turned into a tornado. Your pussy clenched tight with want. Oh. Oh, wow.

“Oh.”

“Uh huh.”

Do something! Say something sexy, you’re boring her! your brain shouted.

“T-that guy was trash, huh?” you said with a sheepish laugh.

“…Yup,” she said deeply as she watched you. Every breath you took, every nervous twitch of your body with that nasty little glint in her eyes. The one you recognized from New Year’s. You stepped out of your heels and took a stumbly step towards the counter.

Confidence! Confidence, dammit!

“Can I have some?” You said as you pointed towards the bottle of Absolut.

She snorted a laugh before shrugging, “I dunno. Can you?”

“Shut up, gimme some,” you said as you folded your arms over your chest. Her eyes dropped to your tits as she licked her lips; She wasn’t moving to get your drink, she just stared at your pushed up breasts. Your manicured nails dug into your lacy sleeve, but you stood your ground. “Right now.”

She smirked at your tone before returning her gaze to yours, shaking her head no. She tilted her head condescendingly, lifting her brow at you. She was… fucking testing you! The goddamn nerve!

“Ellie.”

“Hm?”

“Pour me a shot!”

“Or what?” Her tone was so low, so relaxed. You could feel yourself getting so wet.

“Or m’gonna…” Come up with something, what the fuck! “M’gonna…uh… fight you!”

“…You’re gonna fight me?” She squinted her eyes at you, setting the small glass down on the counter before folding her hands.

“…Yeah! Y’know what?! I’m actually mad, you ruined our first date because you thought some guy was staring at me!” There was a shakiness in your voice, but you waved your arms in anger as you started pacing, your bare feet stomping on the dark tile. Along with soft jingles. Duchess was back! “I’ve never been stared at by a stranger in my life!”

Ellie wasn’t retaliating, but you noticed her jaw clenching. It made you clench, but you pressed anyway.

“And you didn’t even get me my dessert! Maybe I wanted him to stare at me! Maybe I wanted the attention, for once! For fucking on—!”

You hadn’t noticed Ellie circle the counter during your toothless rampage, but you felt a sharp tug of hair at the back of your head. Your neck forcibly craned up at her as you let out a wet gasp and pained whined, your fist clenching in your shock and… arousal. Your eyes met her dark, fiery ones, her lips slightly parted as her breath hit your face. You couldn’t stop fucking squirming, your thighs rubbing together to ease the sudden tightness of your core.

“Don’t start acting like a fuckin’ brat,” She said lowly between grit teeth. “You’re cute, keep it that way.”

Despite your eagerness for… her everything, you spat back, “S-Screw you, Ellie! You’re mean!”

“Know I am. Seems like you don’t, though.”

Your body involuntarily shuddered against her, and you mentally cursed yourself for being your biggest enemy! Your tough act faltered the second you put it on, and she smirked. “So fuckin’ easy, you wanna screw me, baby?”

You were easy. You were, you were, all for her! Fuck, you’d do anything she asked of you. You hadn’t even realized that your hands were slowly lifting your dress up on their own accord, bunching the fabric around your hips. She looked down and scoffed out a laugh, her grip in your hair tightening. You were moaning aloud already, what the fuck!

“Givin’ it up like that? Like a filthy slut?”

You nodded, your head filled with nothing but desire. Need. Instinct. You needed her to fuck you right now!

“Get up those fucking stairs, gonna put the baby in the guest room.” You could hear her jingling on the couch.

Her grip on you loosened as she backed away to walk towards Duchess with a soft hi, baby! missed you!

That was a fast switch up!

You turned towards the counter and downed the rest of Ellie’s discarded shot before you bolted up the steps. You never ran so fast in your life.

After Ellie took care of Duchess, you heard her tread up the stairs. You were sitting on the edge of her made bed with your hands folded in your lap and slick pooling your thong. She met your eyes from where she stood by the top of the steps.

“Look at you, already so well behaved,” she cooed at you. She sounded so demeaning, and you loved it. You were so embarrassed that you did.

You didn’t reply but watched her slowly walk towards you. Your breathing picked up and your heart pounded in your ears and head and clit—

“You used to be so fuckin’ sweet,” she said down at you, her lustful eyes twinkling under the green and blue hues in her room. She shook her head at you. “You get some alcohol in you’n start acting out? That’s what you wanna do?”

You slowly shook your head no, jutting your bottom lip out.

“Talk.”

“No, Ellie,” you could barely whisper.

“Take this off,” she ordered abruptly, her pointer finger pulling at the bust of your dress.

You stood at her command, pulling your arms out of your sleeves to pull the dress down your body. Was it always this tight?!

After wrestling with your garb, it pooled at your feet. You stepped out of it clumsily as Ellie took in your appearance. You watched her rake her eyes over your body, chuckling softly at your undergarments.

“These are cute,” she said as she snapped the band of your thong against your skin. It made you flinch… and wetter! “Give’em to me.”

Your breath hitched, curling in on yourself slightly.

She gently cut through your thoughts before you could gather them, “Don’t think about it, just do what I ask.”

You hesitantly hooked your thumbs into your underwear and pulled them down on autopilot, cringing slightly at the large wet spot on the little triangle. You pressed your thighs together to help alleviate some tension. It didn’t help.

“Get up there,” she nodded her head towards her bed frame. You sat on the bed to scoot up the mattress, but she stopped you, tightly gripping your ankle.

“Nuh uh, hands’n knees’ c’mon,” she scolded, “Wanna see that wet fuckin’ pussy.”

You clumsily got up onto your knees, hands sinking into her pine-scented blankets. Your erratic breaths picked up as you nervously looked back at her over your shoulder. Her expression softened slightly, whispering okay, baby? and you nodded enthusiastically. You never would’ve thought that you would enjoy Ellie being mean to you, but it was making you drip. She smirked and her gaze dropped to stare at your wet cunt, and it squeezed in excitement.

Be sexy! you thought. Make her want you!

You deepened the arch in your back slightly before you slowly crawled up her bed like a cat until you were faced with her black, detailed bed frame. You boldly shoved your face into her pillows, —you sniffed them very deeply— making sure to keep your ass up as far as you could.

“It’s like that?” You heard her scoff out. Your pussy twitched at her voice; You hoped she noticed.

You took a deep breath, “Is it?”

“Fucking smartass. Show me your pussy.”

Your body burned at her vulgarity; she had no shame! You whimpered before you reached your arms behind you to spread your asscheeks, both holes pulsing in excitement.

You felt her move onto the bed before you heard the ripping of fabric. She grabbed both your wrists in one hand, knotting your soaking wet panties around them before dropping your bound hands onto your back.

“ELL— “

You were going to scold her for ripping your new pair, but you were cut off by a stinging slap on your ass. You let out a pained groan in the pillow as your nails dug into your palms. Oh, you liked that. A lot. You wanted more. Fuck, you want her to hurt you.

“Gotta beat it into you, huh? That’s the type of shit you like?” Ellie said in a nasty timbre. “The only way t’get you to behave?”

You didn’t even get to lift your head to say yes! before another harsh slap landed on your other cheek and you let out a muffled squeal again. You knew your pussy was dripping onto her duvet in a puddle!

“You’re lucky you’re only getting my fucking hand. Fuckin’ slut.”

Why was the disgusting part of you wishing that she were using something more? Something that she could etch into your skin forever?

“E-Ell— “

“Be quiet.”

You shut up. You shut up so quickly.

“Fuuck, look at this fucking ass.” You felt her calloused hands massage both cheeks. She spread them, made them jiggle. Hit you again.

“Gonna let me play with it, babygirl? Hm? Gonna let me touch you how I want to?” She cooed out at you. You knew she knew your answer, but you nodded your sweaty head into her pillow anyway.

You felt her place a light kiss on the back of your thigh, right under your asscheek, before she got up. You heard a drawer slide open. Her… special drawer. Fuck, she was going to destroy you.

You craned your neck as best as you could

to watch as she pulled out some items. She set them on the dresser before she undid her chains, bracelets, and earrings. She took her turtleneck and slacks off, leaving her with mussed hair and a black sports bra with matching boyshorts. Her back, her fucking back, holy fuck—

Your thoughts were halted by a thud near the edge of the bed: you couldn’t see anything that she chose, but you saw that familiar shade of purple in the middle of the small pile.

“You comfortable in that position?” She questioned you suddenly, her softness returning.

“Umm… I like it, but my arms hurt a little, not gonna lie.”

She tsked at you, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“M’sorry! I was really into the “don’t talk” thing— “

“If the don't talk thing makes you not tell me when you're uncomfortable, I’m not doing it. You gotta tell me when you feel off, I don’t care why or when it is,” She crawled up to you and undid the knot from your wrists before grabbing your hip to help move you onto your back. “Here, stretch out.”

You laid your head on her pillow as you extended your arms and legs, sighing in relief before you rested, limbs spread out on the mattress, “M’okay now.”

She hummed in acknowledgement, but she wasn’t looking at your face. She was staring at your wet cunt, and it made you squeeze hard. She licked her lips as more slick pooled at your hole before meeting your eyes. “I like you better like this actually.”

You nodded as you offered her your wrists, signaling her to tie them again with a wide grin.

She laughed at you before crawling up to pull at your bra wire, “Wait, take this off first.”

“Want you to do it,” you sighed out dreamily.

She hummed at you, moving up to straddle your waist, “I meant it when I said this was cute, by the way.”

“Exactly, was cute! You saw my panties for three seconds and ripped them to shreds,” you cackled out.

“I was excited, felt a little frisky!” She laughed with you.

You both slowed your giggles when she started rubbing them through the fabric, both hands massaging you through the cups.

Your eyes fluttered when your nipples brushed up against the lace, your back arching into her touch. She slowly bent down to take one of them into her mouth, the bulb in her mouth circling the peak. You gasped sharply, arching deeper as your hand flew to the back of her head. You gently scratched her scalp with your nails, and she sucked on it.

You jerked and your grip on her hair tightened, and she moaned around you. You moaned at the vibrations on your sensitive skin.

You hadn’t noticed her hands snuck under you to undo the clasp of your bra as she pulled away from you, discarding the flimsy cloth and tossing it somewhere.

“So much for a surprise,” you playfully rolled your eyes at her. Calloused fingers dug into your cheeks. Your smile dropped and your eyes fluttered as hers burned into yours.

“You’re not off the fuckin’ hook. Watch your mouth, you understand?” She said lowly, breath hitting your face. You nodded quickly.

“I understand,” you whimpered out.

“Atta girl, you're learning,” she patronized with a satisfied grin, patting your cheek a couple times. You blushed harder. “Gimme those hands.”

She sat up to reach for your destroyed panties, your wrists connected at the veins as she bound them together, much tighter than the first time.

You rested your arms on the pillow behind you. She adjusted them so that your head was propped up and your neck was supported. You poked your chest out more as your tits jiggled with your movements.

“I do anything you don’t like, you tell me.” She said in a hushed, but stern tone.

“I will, El, promise.”

“Okay,” she bent down to press a soft kiss to your mouth before moving off you and towards the pile of toys.

She grabbed one of… what is that?

It was a teal circle with a small hole at the top of it. Technology is so interesting—

“It’s clean, promise,” she must’ve noticed your furrowed brows and stare. You shook your head.

“S’not that, what… what is it?”

“A vibrator, babe,” she said simply.

“…Hm, never seen one like that before.”

“I hadn’t either. It was a gift,” she snorted before she clicked a button on the top of it. A low vibration filled the room, “It feels good, though.”

“What’s it feel like?”

“It’s supposed to feel like you’re getting head… sorta,” She said in thought, “It kinda does, like a little bit… wanna see if you like it?”

“Yeah, p-please?”

“That’s cute.”

She brought her free hand up to roll your nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, making you whine out and squirm and arch your back. Your eyes fluttered closed.

You felt the gentle vibrations on your inner thigh before they slowly trailed up with every twist and pinch Ellie gave your nipples. Your hips started bucking up before she brought her hand down to slap your pussy. You let out a loud moan as your eyes shot open to meet her dark ones.

“Stop moving.”

“C-can't help it,” you said with pout.

“Yeah, you can.”

You let out a huff, and she gave your cunt another wet slap, much harder. You squealed loudly as your legs squeezed shut.

“Don’t get a fuckin’ attitude.”

You whimpered a sloppy slew of apologies, but you knew she wasn’t hearing it as she pried your legs apart with one strong hand to slap it one more time before slowly rubbing your clit. Your hips jerked, but you forced them not to lift.

“You get so fuckin’ wet,” she whispered in awe, the sticky noises of your pussy filling the room as she played with it. “Hear that? Shit.”

“Missed you s-so much— “

“Know you did.”

You moaned her name, and she mockingly moaned yours back. It made you leak more.

You felt her spread your lips open so she could watch your clit throb and jerk in need. You looked down and saw her eyes glued to your cunt, her freckled cheeks tinted red and her wet, pink lips parted. She looked up at you, smirking when she met your intrigued, needy eyes as she placed the vacant part of the vibrator over your clit.

“Like watching?”

“Think so,” you shyly mumbled out.

And then you felt the vibrations on your soaked bud. You gasped as your eyes closed.

You felt her pull the toy away before she slapped your clit. You cried out as your eyes shot open to meet hers again.

“Watch me. Don’t close your eyes.”

You jerkily nodded; You watched her so closely. She kissed your clit before spreading them with her fingers to bring the open part of the toy to your clit, trapping it inside once more.

Your bud was surrounded by the pulsing sensations of the soft silicone and your eyes almost rolled back into your head, but you craved Ellie’s praise, her reassurance. You wanted to be good for her.

All you could do was moan and shudder and watch her.

“Feels good?”

“Feels s’good, baby—”

“Yeah? Want some more?” she said fondly with a filthy glare.

You mumbled out a quiet yeah, wa’more! in between your pleas.

She pressed another button on the toy, and the vibrations got stronger. Your cries got louder.

“Sloppy fucking pussy.”

The tight pull in your gut was building, but you needed more. You wanted to pull on your nipples so bad but you fucking couldn’t! Why did you want your hands tied so badly?

“El,” you barely got out between your heavy pants, “can you—mmh!”

“What?”

“T-ouch my tits? Please, m’right there!”

She snickered at you before reaching up to slap one of them, leaving remnants of your slick on the soft skin. That wasn’t what you were expecting, but you want more of that!

“Hit me more?” you keened, your eyes glossy.

“You asking?” she snickered, and you nodded so fast.

She shook her head at you, “You’re gross.”

For her! You’re so nasty for her her her—

You received another slap. And another. Then she reached up to dig her nails into your brown bud. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back, it hurt so good.

“Shit, m’gonna cum!”

“Uh huh.”

All you could do was moan out warnings of s’coming! and I feel it! and yes! It built and built until you could taste it and—

… Everything you felt stopped. And Ellie was laughing. You were going to cry.

No… nonono—

“Told you to keep your eyes open.”

“E-Ellie, please no, I can’t— “

“Y’know, I was hoping you could follow simple instructions,” she cut you off as she moved towards the pile again, grabbing her… fat fucking dick, yes finally yesyesyes—

And lube… and an emerald green buttplug with a matching… remote? Oh, fuck—

“You don’t know how to fucking listen, do you?” She tossed the items next to you before grabbing your shaky thighs to pull you closer to her, your head dropping onto the soft mattress. You laid flat on your back as she loomed over you, your legs on either side of her.

She watched your twitchy hole produce more slick, “Don’t even need to get you ready, could just slip right in and fuck you how I want.”

“Wan’you to! Wann’it so bad— “

“Yeah? Want me t’use you?”

“Fuck yes! Yeah!”

“Keep these fuckin’ legs open, then,” she grabbed her dick and stood to step into it, adjusting the straps securing them around her hips. She climbed back between your legs as she intensely stared at your tits. She looked so deep in thought, brows furrowed with her bottom lip between her teeth; What the hell was her evil brain conjuring up?!

She gave your breast one last burning slap that made you cry out before grabbing the lube off the bed. You watched as she ripped the cap off, pouring some into the palm of her hand to bring down to her dick to massage it into the ridges. Your walls were squeezing so tight, your pussy begging for whatever she was about to do.

You almost flatlined on her bed when she straddled you, climbing up your body until her dick rested between your tits, the lube she smeared all over it transferring to your skin. Her thick, wet tip was almost touching your chin, and all you could do was gape at it before slowly blinking up at her, meeting her burning gaze. She bit her lip as she slowly tipped the bottle of lube, letting the thick consistency land your chest before she rubbed it into your skin with her cock. You felt so fucking dirty!

“Stick that tongue out,” she ordered deeply as she closed and tossed the lube bottle.

Your lips parted on command, your tongue slowly sliding between the two of them. She grabbed your face in a tight grip before letting a line of spit slip out of her mouth and onto your tongue. You felt it slide down your tongue before you happily swallowed

it. You lolled your tongue out, silently asking for more with pleading eyes.

She sneered at you before she did it again, getting it all over your chin and cheeks. You couldn’t stop the whimper that left your mouth. She let a blob out onto your tits, mixing with the lube.

But then you felt a fiery hand come down on your cheek, your head flying to the side as you let out a choked gasp. Your thighs clamped together on instinct as your walls quivered at the sting. You felt her place a hand on the side of your head, keeping it still as her nails dug into your scalp.

“G’na fuck these tits s’good,” you heard her groan out. Your cunt throbbed in desperation.

“Wan’ you to!”

“Beg me to,” she hissed at you.

“Please, baby, pleasefuck’em!—“

You felt her squeeze both your wet tits in one tight hand before she forced her dick between them, both of you letting out moans in between the squelchy noises from your bodies.

Her grip in your hair tightened as you heard her pleased sighs, her slurred curses, her whines of your name, why were you getting so tight, why did it feel like you were about to cum—

“Fuuuck, babygirl, feels s’fuckin’ good—!”

“E-El, please— “

“Yeah? What does my girl need? Wan’ some fuckin’ attention?” You hated how hard your core squeezed at her belittling tone. You nodded as fast as you could in her tight grasp.

“Not g’na til I cum, you’re gonna fuckin’ lay there’n let me do what I want, tha’s what you wanted right? Huh?”

More hot tears were falling to your hairline as you quietly sobbed and pleaded for her to touch your pussy, but she wasn’t hearing any of it. She released the grip she had on your head, but she just shoved her drenched, lubricated fingers into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut as you hummed around them, sucking them deeper.

“Gonna fuck that throat so hard one day, swear to god.”

You hummed and garbled pleas around them in excitement.

“Shit! Need that? Just wan’ something in that pretty mouth?”

You nodded, you kept nodding, you want anything she’ll give you.

“G’na fucking cum, all over that gorgeous face,” she gritted out as she snatched her fingers from your mouth. Her wet hand flew to your tits, pushing them closer together so that she could fuck her dick into the little hole she tightened.

“W-Wan’ your cum, daddy!” you encouraged her as you watched, you needed her to cum!

“Shit, baby, stick your tongue out,” she whined out as she grinded her dick between your tits. Your eyes opened and your tongue immediately started swiping across her tip whenever it came up to your mouth. Her hips jolted and stuttered on top of you as she watched you, and you watched her. You hurriedly sucked her rubber tip into your mouth and sucked sloppily like you were trying to milk her. You knew she couldn’t feel the suctions, but you saw her eyes roll back into her skull as she let out a loud moan. She was bucking her hips into her strap as her nails dug into your tits. You kept the tip in your mouth as she rode out her pleasure.

She looked so pretty and soft: fluttery lids, swollen lips, and her dotted cheeks flushed as quiet whines left her mouth. So pretty, she’s so fucking pretty—

Her tip suddenly slipped from your mouth as she scooted down your body.

“K-Kiss?” you asked softly, voice unsteady.

She didn’t say anything as she leaned down to connect your lips. It was light and careful, both of you breathing into each other's whines. She made sure to check on you, mumbling an okay? against your mouth. You whined out a yesyeah m’okay before you reconnected your lips.

You kissed for what felt like hours before she sat up to move off you.

“W-Wan’more,” you mumbled with pleading expression.

“Okay, babe.”

You watched as she scooted down, shuffling until she was between your legs. She held one of them up with a hand under your knee to press it to your chest, playing with your entrance with her free hand. You felt her slide a finger in and your mouth fell open, your walls clinging to her the deeper she prodded. You were stunned at how fast she found that spongy spot inside you, and you squeezed her tighter.

“Loosen up, can barely fucking move.”

You couldn’t do anything except wail out incoherencies about how fast you were going to cum, and you felt her slide another finger in.

“Nuh uh, hold it.”

“Can’t, Ellie, fuck— “

“Yeah you can, hold that shit.”

You tried you tried, but you couldn’t. All you could get out was a cry of stop, baby! stopstopstop before your peak washed over you.

But the pleasure left as fast as it came as she pulled out with a tsk, another slap landing on your pulsing clit. You sobbed her name, tears running down your temples.

“Couldn’t even hold it for a few seconds?” She scolded, and it made you and your pussy cry harder.

“Stop crying,” you felt her releasing the tight grip from under your knee to softly wipe your tears off your face. “Look at me.”

Your glossy eyes slowly peeled open, taking in the sight above you.

“Good?” she asked softly, and you nodded with a whimper of m’okay, El, I like it so much! please fuck me!

“Yeah? Babygirl wants some dick?”

“Yes! Pleasefuckmee—!”

You let out a groan when you felt her dick slap on your pulsing bud. You were spewing pleas and curses and cries of her name; you wanted her inside! Wanted to feel her so deep in your stomach!

You couldn’t help but lift your head to look down at her cock sliding between your folds, her thick tip nudging your clit with every thrust.

How were you about to cum from that alone? Your eyes were fluttering from the pleasure. You whimpered out a warning of your impending orgasm.

“You gonna cum from this? M’barely doing anything.”

You couldn’t speak, you just nodded. Your mind was hazy and racing with thoughts of her at the same time, your core clenching tight. Yeah, you were going to cum!

“Daddy—!”

“Fuuuck yeah, need me, baby?”

Your eyes rolled back so far back you swore you could see your brain shaking its head at you in disappointment, and you came so fucking hard. You felt her tip push past your spasming entrance as she quickly rubbed your clit with her thumb as it hit you. That stretch made you scream, and your head fell back.

“S’so big!” You couldn’t even register what you were saying, your burning orgasm taking over your mouth.

“Gonna be my good girl’n take it? Gonna make me proud?” Her voice sent another wave through your body as it shook in painful pleasure.

“Yeah, daddy, m’your good girl!”

“Then lemme in, love, c’mon,” she whispered out over your moans and groans and squeals. Your orgasm was still ripping through your body, your wetness dripping down your ass and onto the new puddle on the blanket. She was tearing you open with every shallow thrust, but you took every ridged, veiny inch like you were meant to.

“Good, baby? Talk t’me,” she said gently, halting her thrusts as she caressed your thigh.

“M’sti—m’stillcummimg—! “

She scoffed a wet laugh at you and went even deeper, “I feel it, squeezing the fuck outta me. Dirty fucking whore.”

You felt the balls of the strap resting against your ass as you slowly came down. She was all the way in, slowly pulling out only to push back in. Her tits were slightly jiggling in her bra every time she bottomed out. Your hands wriggled in the fabric; you wanted them in your mouth so bad.

“Wan’touch you, daddy, please?” you moaned out in a gasp as she fucked back into you, stretching you out.

“Touch me where?” She asked, thrusting deeper.

“Mmh! Your tits, please!”

She huffed smugly before fucking into you faster. She brought her hand up to her chest, squeezing one of them through her bra, “These tits?”

“Yeaah, fuck!” You could already feel another orgasm twisting in your gut at the painful stretch.

She mumbled out an uh huh as she slowly pulled the elastic up, her breasts slowly dropping out. She slowed her thrusts and brought her other hand to pull the cotton over her head, throwing her head back as both hands played with her nipples. Her moaning made you moan and fuck, you were in love!

“Lemme go, El, fuck!” you pleaded, your hands pulling at the restraints. How was such fragile cloth so resistant!

“Shit, baby, feels s’fucking good,” you watched her pull and twist them as she whimpered your name as she ignored you. She’d stopped thrusting to play with herself, only slowly grinding her hips into you, so you planted your feet on the bed to thrust your hips downward, clumsily bouncing up and down on her dick as you watched her.

She looked down at you and sneered, “Yeah? Wanna fuck me?”

“Yes, w’na make you cum, daddy.”

“Here, baby, gimme your hands,” you halted your movements bringing your arms to hers. She tore the knot in your panties and tossed them before slowly pulling out fully, a nasty shhlck! filling the room. You were so wet.

She leaned above you, reaching over your head to grab some pillows, setting them beside you. Her tits were in your face, so you slowly brought an inexperienced hand up to touch one softly. You gave it a gentle squeeze, bringing your other hand up to rub into the other. She let out a satisfied sigh of your name. You leaned up, boldly taking a soft nipple into your mouth. You sucked at it softly as your eyes fluttered shut, swirling your tongue around the sensitive skin.

“Shit, tha’s so good,” she moaned out before pulling at your now sweated out hair. You gave her one last hard suck before your head fell back on the bed, her mouth instantly connecting with yours in a spit-filled, smacking kiss. Her tongue was sliding all over yours before you sucked it into your mouth, making her moan into your mouth. She brought her hand up to wrap around your throat, gently squeezing the sides. She pulled back with a look of concern on her face, grip immediately loosening at your whimper, but you brought a hand up to cover hers on your throat, squeezing tighter. Your eyes nearly crossed when she hummed with a knowing smirk, pressing her middle finger and thumb into the sides again. She pulled away, licking your bottom lip before bending down to whisper in your ear.

“Turn over.”

You stumblingly flipped onto your stomach as she shoved two plush pillows under your hips to support them, even though you were poking your ass out towards her anyway. You felt her slap it playfully before kissing it.

You felt her hands pulling your cheeks apart like she told you to do to yourself earlier. You felt her staring and it made your heart beat faster.

“Okay, El?”

“Mhm, just looking.”

You looked at her over your shoulder, “You can… um… y’know?”

“No, I don’t know,” she snickered.

“What… what you said earlier?”

“What’d I say?”

“About me! The thing you said!”

“Want me t’eat your ass?” She said in between kisses on your cheek. She was grinning so hard.

“…Y-yes?”

“Then ask me.”

You looked forward with a harsh sigh, “You’re so annoyi— “

A tight hand grabbed your hair to pull your head back roughly. You let out a pained moan at the ceiling before you felt her lips at your ear, “What’d I tell you about that fuckin’ mouth?”

You instinctively pushed back on her with a whine of m’sorry daddy!

“No, you’re not, you keep talking shit’n it’s pissing me off. I’ve been trying to be nice t’you.”

Nice?! She almost made you black out with one orgasm!

You didn’t have a response, but your eyes actually did cross when you felt a thumb prod your ass.

“Should just shove m’dick in here, huh? I bet that’d get you to shut the fuck up,” she spat out and your back arched deeper at her proposal.

You felt another glob of spit land on your other hole, her thumb immediately circling it before popping the tip of it in. You let out a loud moan at the intrusive sting.

“Been wanting me to fuck this ass since I said it, haven’t you?” She rasped at you.

“Yeah!“

“Yeah!” She mocked you in a squeaky tone. “You’re disgusting, who woulda thought you would like this type of shit.”

Her thumb was fucking in and out of your hole as fast as she could manage. You shouldn’t like how much it hurts, that burn shouldn’t be making your orgasm build up again.

She let your hair go and your head flopped onto the pillow in front of you. Your nails dug into it when you felt her dick line up at the entrance of your pussy before she shoved it in. You let out a muffled shout.

You didn’t have a chance to adjust before she started fucking into you hard. Squelchy noises, slaps of skin, and your screams of pleasure immediately filled the room, her headboard knocking against the black walls. It was so fast and hot and made you feel cheap, and you fucking loved it. It made you feel desired.

“This is what you wanted me to do in that fuckin’ closet?”

“Yeah, daddy, fuck!”

“Wanted me t’fuck you up? Make you m’fucking bitch?”

“Uggh! El—!”

“Shouldn’t even be fucking you in this bed,” She groaned out, grinding her thumb deep into your ass.

“Should’ve bent you over that dinner table, right in front of that fucker.”

The imagery of Ellie fucking into you in front of your asshole of a waiter, making you scream out in front of everyone eating and drinking, claiming you as hers so that they know who you belong to made you see white. You bit down on the pillow in front of you as bursts of wetness left your cunt and splattered onto your thighs, the pillows, and Ellie’s dick. But she didn’t stop, you felt her go faster. Hit deeper.

“M’cu-mming!” you screamed, shouts of prickling pleasure muffled by the material in your mouth.

“Yeah? Tha’s making you cum? Wanna get fucked in public like a whore?”

“D-ahh! Fuckme!”

“Baby’s so stupid for this dick,” Her tip was hitting your fucking cervix and it hurt so good. You were about to cum again! “Who’s pussy is this?”

“S’your pussy! S’daddy’s pussy!”

“Keep sayin’ that, s’gonna make me cum so hard,” she groaned out, her thumb leaving your ass and ripping the pillows from underneath you, your hips dropping onto the bed. You felt her push back into you, her chest on your back as she grinded deep into you. Her arm came around your neck, your throat right in the crevice of her elbow as you let the pillow fall from your mouth. Your nails were digging into the covers as your cunt gushed on her.

“You’re getting so fucking wet. Like when I fuck you up? Treat you like shit?”

“Yeah yeahyeah—!”

“Make me cum, babygirl,” she whispered in your ear. “Fuck me back, c’mon.”

You pushed back onto her as best as you could as she grinded forward, even though it was quick and sloppy and desperate. She started moaning out fucks and like thats and all you could mumble out was slurry s’yours, daddy! because you knew she liked it. Her voice on its own was getting you there.

“Fuck, m’gonna fucking cum— “

“Uh huh! Cum in me, daddy pleasepleaseplease!” you squealed out in dazed excitement. You want her cum you want her cum!

“Fuuuck, babygirl, s’coming—!”

“Please make my p-pussy sloppy?” you could barely get your pleas out as your mind fogged. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassed at your eagerness for her cum, and by the way Ellie shouted your name in your ear as her body shook on top of yours, she must’ve somewhat liked it? Right?

Your second thoughts quickly died as you fucked back onto her, helping her ride out her orgasm. She was crying out as her nails dug into your shoulder, and the sharp pierce made you cum again! You let out babbles of her name in your pleasure. You were both messes in each other's arms, you pushing back while she pushed forward, trying to make it last as long as you could before it died down.

You let out wet groans as she grinded you both to the ends of your orgasms, and you collapsed.

You felt a light kiss on your shoulder before Ellie gently pulled out of you, falling onto the bed so that you were side by side. You both tried to catch your breath in your exhaustion.

After minutes of heavy breathing and light caresses from Ellie, you reached under to grab the object that was digging into your side. When you saw what it was, your eyes widened, and stomach twisted.

You heard Ellie laugh softly next to you, “We didn��t get to use it.”

You paused as you stared at the buttplug that she’d thrown on the bed, the faux emerald at the end of it shining under the green fairy lights.

“It’s pretty,” you said in a hoarse whisper.

“Mhm,” she nodded. “Feels good, too.”

Your toes curled.

“What’s it feel like?”

She smiled, “You sound cute when you ask that.”

You shook your head and grinned shyly, “I’m just curious, I assume it’s… nice, or whatever! People on Twitter always talk about it.”

“Yeah, it’s really fucking nice.”

“Have you used it?” She nodded.

“Course I have, used all of ‘em.”

“Tell me what happened!” you said, dropping the toy on the bed before giddily flipping onto your side to face her. It made her giggle; You loved that sound.

“I was… like in this sex shop in Cali, and the cashier was like ‘heyyy, your orders over a hundred dollars, you can get a free item, blah blah blah’— “

“Not that, you bonehead! I mean when you use it!” You both let out loud laughs.

Her smile dropped slowly before she whispered, “Came really fuckin’ hard the first time I tried it, like… really hard. Swore I saw god.”

Your core squeezed in intrigue. You listened closely as she continued, “Like, I was still cumming even after I switched it off. There was a giant puddle on the floor when I finally stopp—.”

“Ellie?” you softly cut her off.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Can you… will you… I wanna try?” you said as your face burned, hoping she would accept your poor proposal to take your… other virginity.

You watched a sly grin slowly grow on her face.

“Lemme go check on Duchess’n smoke.”

You nodded slowly with a fluttery blink.

It was almost midnight, and you were laying next to Ellie on her couch in her Lauryn Hill shirt as you nursed a bottle of water. You watched as she exhaled the smoke from her pre-roll.

After chasing Duchess around the kitchen and living room, you both covered her in kisses before filling her food bowl and shutting the guest door as she ate.

“Such a nice view,” you mumbled as you gazed out the large window. You’d never been fond of the city: you always appreciated the stillness of your town, the close community where everyone knew each other, but the scenery in front of you almost makes you want to change your mind. It was always so lively and bright, even in the darkness.

“Right? When I first moved in, I slept in front of the window for weeks. The noise helped me sleep a bit better and the lights are pretty,” She said quietly before taking a puff. You listened and watched as she exhaled the smoke. You sat your bottle on the floor before speaking.

“Can I try?”

“You know how?” She asked impishly with a raise of her brow as the remnants of her puff left her mouth and nose.

“Fuck you! I know how to smoke, I just choose not to!”

“Right,” she said with an eye roll, gently tapping the ashes off on the ashtray in front of her before passing the joint to you.

You propped yourself up on your elbows before taking it between your thumb and pointer finger, watching the smoke leave the lit end before sticking it between your lips. You only inhaled for a couple seconds before pulling it from your mouth, softly coughing.

You slowly turned your head to look at her for approval, finding that she was already watching you. Her hair was still damp from earlier, her lips were swollen, and she was still in her boyshorts.

“Meh. Still a fucking rookie,” she said in a light tone as she wet her lips. You shoved her shoulder with yours, making her laugh.

“That strain’s supposed to make you horny,” she whispered, attempting to grab the joint from you. Something nasty curled in your gut at her tone, mindlessly bringing the joint back to your lips and inhaled some more before she could snatch it. You held it much longer than the first puff before choking on the carbon, making her laugh at you. You felt her pat your back gently through your coughs. You passed it back to her and she took it with a shake of her head.

After she smoked her joint down, she bolted upstairs, swiftly returning to the couch with full hands.

You flipped onto your back as she pressed the button on the buttplug remote, and it immediately started pulsing. She smirked down at you.

“There’s a couple settings, we can try ‘em all and see which one you like the most, ‘kay?”

You nodded eagerly as she switched it off and threw the toy on the couch next to her dick and flavored lube. She straddled you, grabbing your face in both hands to connect your lips in a soft kiss. You hummed into her mouth before she pulled away.

“Lemme give you head first, though.”

“S-sure.”

She hummed before smacking her wet lips onto yours. She planted wet, sucking kisses on your jaw, neck, and shoulder before she moved down your body. She lifted the shirt you had on just under your tits before she went crazy on your clit. She was flicking and licking and sucking between your legs as your fingers ran through her soft hair to pull her closer. Your moans and noises of your pussy as she fucked you with her tongue and fingers filled the entire first floor of her home. You came so quickly on her tongue, squeezing the muscle and fingers in a bone-crushing grip. You could tell she liked it as much as you did by how she moaned into your cunt.

After you came down, Ellie instructed you to hold your legs up so she could see your ass. They were pressed to your chest, both your arms tucked into the crevice of your knees as Ellie prepped you for the toy.

She’d rubbed some of your cum in before she spat on it, and now she was drenching her fingers and opening in the lubricant as you watched.

“Just relax, ‘kay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. You were a bit nervous, but your walls were clenching with want.

She nodded before gently rubbing your drenched hole with her pointer and middle finger, making you sigh. You felt her slowly push a finger in and you immediately started to squirm. Your body was so hot already.

“Okay?” She asked you gently.

“Yeah m’good,” you said in a wanton sigh.

She grinned before kissing the back of your thigh. You felt another finger at your entrance before a burning sensation took over when she slowly pressed it in, and your head dropped onto the cushion in a choked gasp.

“Yeah? You like this shit?” She asked snarkily, but shock was evident in her voice.

“Y-yeah, El, like it!”

“So fucking cute, gonna fuck this ass so hard,” she whispered out, grinding her fingers deeper before pulling them out to squirt more lube on them.

She slowly pushed them back in and the lack of resistance made your toes curl.

“Do me a favor?”

“M-mhm?”

“Get that nice’n wet for me,” she said, shoving the emerald plug in between your twitchy fingers. You gripped it tight, releasing the hold you had on your legs so you could spread them. You brought your free hand down to your drippy cunt to spread the lips, exposing your clit. You slowly dragged the toy up and down your folds, a quiet, squishy sound joining the already sloppy noises in the room from Ellie’s fingers in your ass.

You could see her watching with a blush on her face, licking her lips as she prodded another finger at your clenching opening. You could feel the stretch more as she slowly popped the tip of it in, so you distracted yourself. You propped yourself on one elbow to bring the plug down to the entrance of your cunt, slowly fucking it into you. The silicone ridges dragged on your walls, and it made your eyes roll as you moaned softly. Ellie let out a shocked moan as she watched you fuck the plug in and out of your pussy. She leaned forward to spit on your clit, and you brought your shaky hand down to rub it. She mumbled curses out.

“Thinking about me fucking this pretty pussy? Wan’me t’split you open again?” She hummed out messily. She was just as fucked up as you were, and it made you squeeze.

“Yeah, daddy,” you moaned out softly, fucking the toy into yourself faster as Ellie fucked three fingers into your ass. “Shit!”

“Uh huh, nasty slut, look at you milking that fuckin’ toy.”

You picked up the pace of your shallow thrusts and she matched you, fucking even harder into your ass. You brainlessly brought your wet fingers up to your tits, roughly grabbing at both your nipples in attempts to mimic Ellie’s hands on you. You felt the familiar pull in your gut, but it was so much stronger, and you knew it was going to hit you hard. You were going to cum so quick!

“Ellie,” you could barely get your squeaky warning out, “Thi-think m’gonna, g’na make a m-ess!”

“Yeah, wan‘it baby, make me wet— “

“M’gonna—!”

You cut yourself off with a sharp gasp as colors exploded behind your eyelids, the hand at your tits slamming onto the cushion to dig your nails into it. Your shouts of pleasure overtook the sputtering sounds of wetness that shot out of you. You pulled the toy out and rubbed quick circles on your clit with it, making you release more juices all over Ellie’s expensive couch. She didn’t even seem to care with how hard she was still fucking your ass, whispering nasty curses at you, talking you through it, calling you sloppy, calling you hers. Your legs were trembling as both holes quivered in release.

Your sprays were starting to die down with the circles on your clit, Ellie’s fingers slowing.

Your eyes slowly peeled open, and you were met with her… high ass ceiling! You smiled as you felt her place kisses all over your thighs.

“Tired?” she mumbled out against your knee.

You slowly shook your head when you regained your ability to move.

“Wan’more.”

And she smirked.

Ellie moved you onto your stomach, —if she kept fucking you like this, you were going to die! — your face shoved into her cushion so you were surrounded by her scent. Your ass was, once again, propped up on Ellie’s expensive fucking pillows that you were about to stain with your sopping cunt, but neither of you cared. She was lubricating the plug from behind you, the gooey noises from the slippery liquid filling your ears.

You should’ve never hit that fucking aphrodisiac of a joint when she passed it to you: you never wanted to have sex so fucking bad in your life. You just lost your virginity a few hours ago; What’s happening to you?!

You couldn’t think of anything except Ellie and cumming and Ellie’s cum! You wanted her cum inside you so bad, you want to drown in her with every chance she’d give you—

“Ready, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, m’ready, need it s’bad,” you muffled into the cushion, your cheek squished against it. You sounded so… far away.

“Listen t’you, all floaty,” she murmured. You could hear her grin through it, it made your toes curl, “Feelin’ good?”

“S’good, daddy, fuck me please?”

“…Look at me, babe.”

You used all your energy to lift yourself up onto your elbows turning your sweaty, thoughtless head towards her, gazing over your shoulder and into her gentle, concerned eyes. She’s so beautiful—

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Why're you smilin’?”

“M’happy,” you felt yourself grin harder.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nodded lightly. “W’na fuck.”

“‘Kay,” she nodded, her searching gaze still lingering on your face. “Tap my thigh twice.”

You reached a limp hand behind you, immediately following her instructions.

“You do that when you wanna stop, okay?” You nodded, you felt like a bobble head. You want her in your guts now.

“What're you gonna do when you wanna stop?”

You paused.

Then tapped her thigh twice. You dropped your head on the cushion again.

You felt her kiss down your back. You sighed happily.

She slowly rubbed your clit and you jolted, before pushing your hips back onto her fingers. She was planting gentle kisses all over your back and shoulders to relax you. You let out a whine at the feel of her lips on you.

Then you felt the silicone on your hole. You moaned into the cushion in excitement and anticipation, you needed it to pulse inside you so badly.

“What’re gonna do when you wanna stop?” She repeated, her breathing heavy.

You slapped her thigh a bunch of times. You needed her to know you wanted it. You needed this so badly! You needed to know she wanted you!

Then you felt her pop the tip of it inside you. You cried out in appreciation as your holes clenched tight, trying to suck the toy deeper into you. She was pressing soft kisses all over your spine as she slowly pushed it in. You hadn’t realized that you were grinding your clit into the soft fabric of the pillow under you.

“Such a good girl, taking it so easy,” You felt her push the last little part of it inside your ass before the little jewel at the end of it was poking out of you. It was so foreign, but you couldn’t help the satisfied sighs and soft cries as you pussy dripped all over her pillows and couch.

You felt her plant one more kiss at the end of your spine before you felt the vibrations stir in your ass.

“Fuck, oh god! M’—aah!”

“Yeah? Feels fucking good, doesn’t it?”

You didn’t even have the ability to think of an answer before you felt her dick poke at the entrance of your cunt, slowly sliding in. Every wire in your brain went into overdrive as the pulsing of the toy and her cock rattled your insides in unison. She was slowly fucking her dick into you, sliding in deep so her tip bumped into your cervix, making you let out a muffled shout into the couch cushion.

“Fuckmedaddywan’itharder—!”

Your quick babbles were cut off as she sped up her thrusts, both her hands planted at the end of your back so she could rock you back and forth on her dick. She was drilling you, your slick coating the balls of her strap. You felt yourself slowly drifting away, your eyes crossed in your head and drool spilling down your cheek. All you could think about was Ellie. EllieEllieEllie—!

“M’right here, babygirl, I gotchu,” she cooed at you as she dug you out and you went limp. You heard the gushy sounds of your pussy and fuck, you were going to squirt so hard you felt it in your toes—

You felt the vibrations in your ass increase and you let out shouts of bliss, her tip beating your cervix just how you needed with every thrust. For the first time in your life, your brain was silent: no doubt, no loathing, no anxiety. Just pure ecstasy. You felt so fucking full. Full of her and joy and love! You love her and you never wanted her to leave you again. You love her you love her—

“M’yours, daddy, promise!” Tears pricked at your eyes as that hot feeling grew in your stomach. Your heart was pounding, and you couldn’t think, you just rambled as pleasure and happiness and love rushed through you. You were about to cum, all over her, all for her—!

“Shhh, I know, baby, it’s okay— “

“Don’t wan’anyone else! M’yours, always yours!”

You don’t remember when, but Ellie had pulled out of you. And the vibrations stopped. But you were still riding that edge, this close to your peak. Your fists clenched tight, and your hips bucked back to meet hers even though she wasn’t there to catch them. You heard Ellie gently call out your name from your side as she rubbed your back in attempts to slow your fuzzy babbling, “Look at m— “

“Always loved you, daddy, always been you, m’yours, m’all you— “

You cut yourself off with moans of her name and incoherent shouts and sobs of love you so much! I love you! as your orgasm ripped through you. Your thighs trembled as colorful specs of glitter exploded in your vision. You heard yourself screaming out as wetness splattered all over you and the couch and everywhere, and it didn’t stop. Your euphoria was so strong, your clenching cunt spraying as your ass squeezed around the plug shoved deep inside you. You were just shaking and crying and cumming and cumming and cumming—

You don’t know how much time passed, but you were still shaking as tears rolled down your cheeks. You couldn’t feel the plug inside you and Ellie’s strap was gone: you were pressed against her bare chest, your tits pressed together as she held you close. She was rubbing your back as she pressed gentle kisses to the side of your sweaty head, gently humming in your ear. You slowly brought your arm up to limply throw around her waist. You couldn’t say anything.

“Hi, honey,” She barely whispered in your ear. “Can you look at me?”

You slowly shook your head. You felt her kiss your head again.

“S’fine, just breath, okay?”

You nodded again. And your eyes welled up some more.

She must’ve heard your sniffling because she immediately pulled back to gently caress your cheek. You tried to turn your head to hide in the cushion, but she wasn’t having it.

“C’mon angel, it’s just me, okay?”

You slowly redirected your gaze to hers, your vision blurry as you studied her features. You cried harder, sobbing as you nestled into her shoulder.

She didn’t press you after that, she only held you tighter. She whispered gentle shhhs and s’okay, baby, m’heres as you wept into her sweaty skin.

You know she heard your confession of your long-lasting feelings for her, and even though she didn’t seem upset with you, you couldn’t shake the embarrassment, confusion, and despair that overtook you.

But she held you. She held you so tight.

After your gasped sobs eased into soft whimpers and shaky exhales, Ellie guided you upstairs and into her bathroom, strong arms wrapped around your waist to steady your uncoordinated movements.

She lifted you onto the counter and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before moving to the shower to turn it on. All you did was stare at her black towel hanging from the wall rack. You still couldn’t think.

You heard her shuffling around before she moved back to you, easily easing you off the counter and into the shower, making sure to place you under the warm water first.

You gaped at the droplets sliding down the shower wall and she rubbed the lathered sponge into your skin softly. She littered you with kisses the entire time: on your face, shoulder, fingers, anywhere she could reach. But you couldn’t move, and neither of you said anything.

After Ellie rinsed you off, she gently dried your coils and face while kissing your nose. You allowed her to wrap you in a towel, gently drying off the rest of your body as you looked off into nothing.

“C’mon, honey,” she whispered into your ear as she moved behind you, holding onto your waist and walking you to her bed to sit you down, her soiled blanket already discarded on the floor.

It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as you gazed around her room: the lights were twinkling like fireflies, her fan in the corner of the room whirring like gusts of wind in your ears, the strings of the rug under your feet reminding you of clouds.

She softly called your name as she walked in front of you. Your legs fell open so she could stand between them, “Look at me.”

You took a deep breath before meeting her tender gaze. She cupped your cheeks, softly rubbing her thumbs into them, “You needa eat and drink something, okay? Want some water?”

You nodded.

“Is it okay if I leave for a sec— “

You shook your head quickly as tears filled your eyes at the thought of her leaving. You need her close, you need her here with you—

“Shhh, not gonna go, not leaving, I’m right here,” she comforted immediately, planting more kisses all over your face.

“Want some clothes?” You shook your head, and she nodded gently. She gave your lips one more kiss before ushering you to stand. She walked over to her dresser and grabbed her pine-scented lotion and ointment. She moved behind you, rubbing the soothing cream on your ass before moisturizing your skin, the pine surrounding you. You calmed down at the smell.

“Okay, baby, come lay down.”

She grabbed your wrist gently as she moved you to your side, telling you to lay on your stomach as she pulled a new blanket from her linen cabinet. You obeyed silently.

You were instantly surrounded by warmth as she tucked you into her forest-scented covers. You heard her shuffling behind you before she walked around to her side in a new pair of boxers.

She laid next to you, pulling you into her chest as you breathed her in, sighing contently into her skin. She smelled so fucking good! You grinned.

She must’ve felt it as she pressed kisses to your head, “What’re you cheesing for?”

You shook your head and grinned harder, nestling deeper into her neck. She laughed lightly.

“We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” She whispered out to you.

You nodded, eyes shut.

You dreamt of pine-filled meadows.

OOOOOOWEEEE alright bookies that’s it :p i already got ideas 4 the next part LOOOOOL so yeah gonna start writing that soon. hope y’all liked it and the wait 4 the real smut was worth it. lots to comeeee

hope its proofread enough lol i always think that it is n then i go back and see a bunch of errors

pt. 6

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rreskk · 6 months

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Mama's boy

Summary: How the tables have turned. Trevor learnt his lesson from having attitude.

TW: -Smut -Usage of drugs

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 2976

“ – Your mouttthhh, so hot… Your web; I’m caught. Your skin? So wet. Black lace – “ Sung Trevor who drifted out of his bedroom, shirtless and holding a cigarette bud close to his lips. He stomped over and slapped your thigh, gesturing you to move over so he could take a seat on the sofa as well.

The song “poison” by Alice Cooper continued to be lowly hummed as you recognised the melody. He manspreaded and gave you little to no space, your annoyance going unnoticed since the cig was the only thing he seemed to be focussing on. Trevor was cross-eyed as he’d stare down at the smoke fuming. You watched him attempt some tricks, but of course, it resulted in him growing impatient and burning the bud against the tiled floor. He then wiped his face with irritation before giving him a small pout.

“I’m bored.”

“You’ll find something.”

“Yeah, well, I haven’t right now.” He mumbled back, displeased with your remark. You felt his eyes burning Hell into the side of your head. Without any recommendation of ideas that would entertain him, you gave him an innocent shrug.

“You could always watch TV with me.”

Trevor gazed towards the TV with subtle curiosity, “What’s on?”

The channel was nothing special – by all means, it was broadcasting the latest cartoon that was inspired by celebrity drama. You weren’t interested but it was somewhat entertaining. The occasional comedy sketches made your belly chuckle, and when it did, you’d look over at Trevor to see him utterly disgusted. He scoffed a little bit and ruffled through his pockets to seek out – what you’d predict to be – another lighter. You could only imagine he was planning on getting high to defuse the boredom.

“It is a good show.” You tried to explain.

Trevor held a pipe and gave you a laugh, “No chance.” Then he began warming the glass with his lighter, the meth bubbling, making you feel uneasy.

His body relaxed when the substance spiralled into his system via oral consumption. He closed his eyes, feeling the buzz. You watched closely and when he went to breathe in another hit, you grasped his wrist tightly.

The grab caused Trevor to eruptively sit up. He looked between you and the hand with a confused grin. A few tugs wouldn’t fix it, and he was soon yanking around his arm to break your hold, but you weren’t budging. Nonetheless, the hand grew tighter – ensuring some bruises.

“The fuck?” He croaked out in confusion, holding the pipe in his other hand.

You remained speechless as to opposing a daring hand around his gruffy wrist. Although his tugs would send your body forwards and backwards, it seems as though he’s mistaken this as some roughhousing, chuckling lively at your challenging stare. He proceeded to misunderstand your irritation with playing until he was caught off-guard when you snatched his other wrist – restricting both mobility of his hands. And the pipe fell onto the floor.

Trevor’s gaze followed it and he wasn’t okay. He grunted, his fists clenching.

“[y/n], let go. My pipe.” He protested.

“Stop smoking that shit around me.” You finally vocalised.

His mouth twitched into a grumpy scowl. His face screamed his refusal, so your grip tightened.

“Let go – it ain’t funny anymore.”

“It never was.”

“[y/n].” Trevor warned.

“Just stop it, okay?”

“Let go of my fuckin’ wrists.”

“You are just gonna pick that pipe up and smoke it again.”

He laughed, “Talk about lack of faith.”

“Can you blame me?” Your words had struct him a bit, “I came over to spend time with you, not that thing you turn into when you smoke that crap.”

“That thing? Quit the shit-talk, [y/n]. I ain’t in the mood.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Don’t be short with me.”

“Pardon?” You encouraged his temper with a smile.

“I said – “ Trevor paused before his face coiled into a cheeky smirk, “Oh… You’re good. You ain’t fooling me, sugar. How ‘bout you quit clowning around and let go of my wrist?” His face playful yet his tone serious.

You slyly kicked the pipe further away and freed his hands. He immediately went to reach for the drug – but you came prepared – snatching his wrists again, earning yourself an angry man who was trying to squirm out of your entrapment.

“Fucks sake!”

His inability to learn had gave you a light bulb moment. If he wasn’t gashing at your hands, he’d notice the way your eyes enlightened with madness – but instead, he carried on causing a scene. Which was an unfortunate decision since you were beginning to enjoy this tantrum. It made him look pathetic, easy, addicted.

“[y/n]! Fuckin’ let me go! Fuck!”

Holding a grudge, despite the countless threats, it resulted in you practically spawning him down against the sofa. Trevor was trapped underneath as you’d pin his hands above his head, your body weight trapping mobility to his legs as well. He was purely outraged – daggers in his eyes. His energy fell and his yells turned into muffled cries and grunts. Thanks to his stamina, Trevor could only pant to express the pure anger. He’d pant out your name and attempt to detain the partial conviction of his hands.

“Lemme go, for Gods sake. I hear you, I hear you! Just cut the crap, Christ…” Now he had realised this wasn’t rough-housing. He defeatedly relaxed his body and just stared at you above, sweat slowly dripping down his forehead from the fighting and withdrawal of the pipe.

You hadn’t of said anything in this 20 minutes of pinning him down, and it was beginning to rile him up again. Trevor’s jaw clenched and he fiercely tugged on his legs, trying to lift you up with just his hips (as is it happened before), it didn’t exactly work due to his weakened, worn-out frame.

“Fuckin’ speak, [y/n]. You know I hate the silent treatment.” He urged.

“I know you do.”

He scoffed at your ignorant acknowledgement, “You enjoy fucking with me, babe? ‘Cause I don’t. Now do me a favo – “

“No, I don’t think I will.” You’d cheekily smile, holding his hands up higher that it outstretched his chest, causing him to muffle out sweet groans.

“[y/n]…” He had closed his eyes to avoid giving you the pleasures of seeing him riled up. However, his face says it all. The way you only pinned him down more, the gradual exposure of his arousal would become more and more obvious; flushed face, whiney voice, growing urge in his pants. He couldn’t hide that one.

“This was the only way to shut you up.”

Trevor pouted, “Surely not – “

“You know it.”

“But – “

“Don’t lie.” You continued to cut him off with a smirk, forcing him into this vulnerable state where he was getting more vocal with this new tension. Whenever you dominated the conversation, he’d relentlessly whinge and squirm (but in a sensual way).

“I’ve been bad,” He had finally admitted, “I’m a fuckin’… I’m a…”

“Go on.” You egged him.

“I’m a fuckin’ brat. Piece of shit, I deserve to be beaten – “

“Like a?”

“Like a naughty boy.” He whimpered.

“You wanna learn your lesson, baby?”

“Mmm – fuck, maybe I do. Fuck… Yes, please.”

“Are you sure?” You whispered in his ear.

His body trembled when your breath managed to tickle the side of his face. Trevor released a strained whine as he nodded his head frantically, an erection lurking just in front of your lap, occasionally touching your thigh.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Beat me, hit me, shit! – Fuckin’ make me cry, ma!”

“Aren’t you precious?” You forced him to look up, “It wasn’t worth the trouble, hm? What do you have to say to me?”

“I’m sorry, ma…” Trevor lowly grumbled from the depths of his chest.

“That’s my boy. Keep your arms up for me, baby. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.” You let your hands fall as they fell to his face. Trevor tried his best not to abuse the sudden freedom, his arms jerking but he had the authority to restrain himself (for a while). Nonetheless, he was too distracted by the way you’d caress his cheeks and inspect his neck. He was getting used to this love before a hand striked his left cheek, a bellowing cry leaving his cracked lips.

“Fuck!” And it stung horrifically. His skin throbbed at the impact of your hand. Trevor wanted to question you, but after you had slapped him another time, the more he was beginning to praise your palm. The more he began to plead. The more he began to enjoy the burning pain it caused.

Then soon you were beating the living Hell out of his tortured face, throwing punches and slaps until his skin was threatening to bleed black and blue. You’d watch him laugh and moan, squirm and tear up. Trevor disobeyed your commands and lowered his hands, using them as pathetic self-defence to lure you in more. He loved when you broke the barrier between his arms and face, he loved making it a challenge. It brought him more punishment, therefore, more pain and bruises.

“Fuck, fuck… Yeah – “

“You’re enjoying this, huh?” You panted between slaps, “Should of known.”

“I love you so bad, ma… God, keep going, I deserve! Make me bleed, mama!”

Your fist reconnected with his cheek another, a streaming gush of blood seeping from his nose and staining his naked chest. You stopped for a minute but Trevor grabbed your wrists, giving you a begging face.

“Don’t stop, mommy.” He whimpered – extremely submissively.

You looked conflicted when seeing how much blood poured from his battered nose. It caked his mouth and neck, and when he spoke, it stained his teeth as well. Some spats would find themselves covering your hands and arms as well.

“Don’t stop.” He repeated.

In a matter of seconds, you sighed and raised your fist again. Trevor squeezed his eyes closed in preparation before you sent another punch to his cheek. He moaned, his head falling back against he sofa as he lifted his arms up again, sitting them above his head like you ordered him to before. You longingly leaned forward and pressed kisses against the skin you abused, ignoring how his blood would cover your lips.

Trevor tried to meet with you, his own lips desperate to feel yours. So you gave him the chance and you both grabbed each other’s heads, deepening the kiss with such hunger and aggression. He sat up from the sofa and crawled onto your lap, your arms holding him like a big baby. Trevor wrapped his arms around your shoulder as you were both mangled in this red, hot liquid. So much so that his hair was mattered, but it gave him this ugly charm.

“I love you –“ He murmured between hot kisses.

You both departed to gain some air as he’d lean in again but you held a hand to his chest, keeping some distance. Trevor gave you a panicked expression, his neediness overcoming the temptation. He tried to kiss you again and missed. He tried to kiss your neck, but was held back. He’d whine and bury his face in your chest, removing any original colouring of your shirt to be replaced with his messy blood.

So you stroked his hair and allowed him to mumble inaudible words into your temple. You made out sentences like “I need you” and “I wanna feel you, mama”, the usual pleads to get what he wants – the typical “mommy boy” manipulation.

“Trevor.” You recollected his attention and adjusted his body on your lap, your chests smothering each other.

“I wanna feel you, [y/n].”

“I know.”

“I wanna see you, real bad.”

“I know, baby.”

He groaned and pressed his forehead against yours, “I wanna see you.”

“Why should I let you?” You chuckled, your fingers massaging his sweaty scalp.

“Stop playing with me, ma… I really want you, so bad.”

“I’m not playing with you.”

“M’no, you are – “

“Trevor, baby,” You kissed his cheek, “I’m not playing with you. Sometimes you have to earn it. I’m not going to give everything to a naughty boy, hm?”

“But – “

“Do you understand?”

He refused to say anything as he licked his lips and stared down at your chest, ogling whatever he could find from under your shirt. This behaviour itself was affirming prejudice and you groped his ass, throwing him aside where he limped onto the sofa with a groan. You stood up before he eruptively lashed onto your legs, his hands begging for mercy upon your thighs.

“Babe!” Trevor cried out.

“Always begging, aren’t you?” You belittled when staring down at him on all fours.

“Please…”

His hair was being tugged brutally, small whimpers escaping, yet he maintained a serious face with glassy eyes. You forced him to his knees where he looked up with admiration. His eyes darted to your crotch area as you slowly undressed, revealing your wet pussy that had been enjoying Trevor’s submission from the course of the night.

He chewed his bottom lip and went to reach forward, but you snatched both of his hands and pinned them directly behind his headd. You kept your grip there, enforcing little to no chance he’d free himself.

“Take a good look, Trevor,” You opened your legs up as he was facing the glory, “You keep your hands behind your head while you eat my pussy good, you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.”

Trevor’s lips quivered, leaning forward until he was breathing against your cunt. His knees were still dug into the floor, hands shaking behind his head (by your authority), and his tongue slowly extended to greet the utter wetness. He moaned when tasting you. A little tease turned into full desire as he dived into your sex and feasted upon your clit.

Justice was served to his own arousal since the define stench of your cunt on his tongue was enough to cause staggering pleasures in his own cock. You forced his head closer so he was merely suffocated, the muffling of his mouth feeding your sex the lust and neediness he portrayed from all that time struggling.

“Fuck, yes.” You praised when he was licking you savagely.

It was hard standing there when your legs were shaky with joy. You had used Trevor’s head as stability – whenever you felt a lunge in your legs, you weighted onto his pathetic figure that was praying your pussy. He, being a good boy, kept the promise and held his hands behind his head, even when he wanted to cuddle you during this heat. Trevor would moan, signalling this need of extra attention, but of course, you refused to gift him anymore (which secretly turned him on more and more and more).

“I’m gonna – “ He breathed against your cunt, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Aw… You’re such a cumslut, baby. I didn’t even have to touch you.”

“Please…”

“Such an easy little shit, aren’t you?”

Trevor panted, his tongue becoming sloppy. He enjoyed being undermined as it made him tremble.

“Let yourself cum, baby. Don’t slack.” You ordered when noticing his tiredness.

“It hurts – “

“C’mon…”

“I wanna touch myself – “

“Shhh. It’s okay. C’mon, I know you love it; not being able to touch yourself. It feels good, Trev? I bet it does…”

He gained the motivation and took you into his mouth again, pestering a spot in which he began to thoroughly ignite. You gasped out a heavy moan, begging him to go faster as his tongue began working hard-labour to trigger a climax.

All while he experiences his own.

Trevor cruelly groaned when his cock squirted out semen from the overstimulation you had caused him. It evolved when his blood began to dry out on his skin, your pussy drenched on his tongue, your hands restraining his own, your dirty words – it blew him up, and he came. He came hard.

“Fuuuuuck!” Trevor murmured from inside your cunt.

You didn’t give him a moment to process the orgasm. You evilly pushed him further into you – mockingly.

“That’s right…” You’d whisper and examine the way his hands would shake as you hold them tightly against his damp hair.

“I love you, fuck – “

“Keep going.”

He slurped before it was clear that you were finishing soon. He grasped a safe momentum and eagerly slashed your pussy, his mouth inhaling every pleasure you felt until your legs were weak. Trevor finally sucked, and this was where you threw your head back and gasped.

“FUCK!”

Cum dripped onto his face, replacing the blood. Trevor smirked and invited your fluids into his mouth as you continued to orgasm swimmingly. He licked every last drop like a reward and leaned away to see you. There was a proud glimpse in his eye, cum running down his face, making him look ruined.

“You tasted to good, ma.” He whispered from his knees and begged to hear you again.

“Shit… Baby…”

“I love you. I love your taste, I love your voice, I want to marry you – “

“Trevor, shhh…” You pressed a finger to his lips, recovering from the intense orgasm, “Fuck.”

“Thank you for coming on my face.” He desperately tried to resist your attempt to silence him.

So with that, you rolled your eyes and embraced him into your arms. Trevor nuzzled his face into your neck and repeatedly asked for more cuddles as he’s “tired” from all the begging and fighting. He dragged you to the bedroom and lied on top of you like a kid. He rested his chin on your stomach and smiled cheekily.

“I like when you hit me – “

“I thought you were tired, baby?”

“Nuh uh… I just wanna hold you…”

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 6: Accomplice

All confidence and security I’ve accumulated is depleted. The Shelbys have helped keep me safe from the unpredictable world outside, and as the cop pushes me through the ash-filled streets I’m reminded of just how vulnerable I really am. Yet I still keep my head held high and mask my fear with stern eyes. I’m led to what must be the police station and down the hall to a small waiting room with a single desk. The cop shuts the door, closing off what little light there is.

“I demand to know what’s going on!” I shout at the door. “I will not be imprisoned without official charges! If there is no official complaint then I shall inform the authorities in America!”

“No need for that, Ms. Steenstra,” a familiar voice speaks from the shadows. Campbell steps forward smoking a pipe and I see he’s holding a file.

I tighten my jaw and refrain from yelling again. My state of mind is much more fierce compared to our last encounter. “Hello again, Inspector Campbell.”

He slides the file onto the desk and sits down. “Last time I saw you, you were trying to get home. Scared of Small Heath and all its glory.” He points a finger at me. “I told you to stay away from the Peaky Blinders. Now I’m told you’re working for them.”

Keep calm, Steenstra. Remember what Polly told you.

“I’m a tutor, nothing more,” I say firmly. “I know nothing about their real business so if that’s why you brought me here then you’re wasting your time.” I turn away and face the door.

“If you’re interested, we could set you up for an inside job,” Campbell offers.

Did I hear that right? “You mean… spy? On the Shelbys?” I ask.

“Yes. And if there is any odd behavior then you can report it to me.”

Thomas was right. This man is out to get the entire Shelby family. I can’t be an asset to his cause. Not only because of my feelings for the Shelbys, but also for the loyalty of my employment.

I turn around and stare the inspector straight in the eye. “Maybe it’s done differently in England, but in America we are loyal to our employers. The answer is no, Inspector.”

The man takes a puff on his pipe. “What if certain arrangements were made? You still wish to return to your country, yes?”

The thought of going home is a spark of hope in my chest. But I can’t cave into this.

“Correct.”

Campbell shrugs. “Well, if you decide to join our cause we could arrange for a plane ticket, as well as better lodgings here for you.”

Just as I thought. “If you’re trying to bribe me, it won’t work. I’m sorry Inspector, but I cannot be bought.”

I grab the door knob and find it’s unlocked, no doubt because they don’t see me as a threat. Yet. Just as I start walking back to the front door I hear Campbell call out:

“Be careful, miss. Never know when the wolf will step out of its sheep's clothing.”

But in this scenario, who’s the wolf? I have no desire to be connected to this intricate web of lies and deception. I am in good relations with both the law and the Shelbys, and want to keep it that way.

I make haste to get back to the Shelby house. All previous angry thoughts are long gone and I don’t care if Thomas is still mad at me. Once I close the door I take a deep breath and take in the familiar kitchen. Calm down, you kept quiet. Just stay here and ride out the storm until you can go home.

My invisible mask falters and my eyes start to tear up. In a quick panic I grab a damp cold cloth and head to the living room to sit on the small couch. God, how did I get caught into this? All because I was an idiot and got myself lost!

“Ah, you’re back.”

No. No. Of all the Shelbys to walk in, why does it have to be him?

“Hello, Thomas.” I keep my head lowered and hastily try to block away more tears. “I’d like to apologize again for earlier. My mind hasn’t been very clear these past few days.”

Fate must have a sick sense of humor because Thomas decides to sit next to me. His weight pushes the cushions down further and has me leaning slightly towards him.

“Nobody apologizes to me unless they’ve done something else against me,” Thomas speaks in a dangerously calm voice. “What did you do after you left?”

Fighting my screaming nerves I lift my head up to face his cold eyes. “I was headed to the chapel when one of Campbell’s officers temporarily apprehended me. I was brought to Campbell’s office, where he questioned me.”

Thomas’ eyes flash. “He what?” Thomas grabs my neck, drags me over and pins me against the wall to shout in my face. “Well? What did you tell him? What did you say?!”

I try to choke out a response. “I- I didn’t say anything, Thomas!”

“Why? We never bought you over!” He releases my throat and I gasp for air. “We don’t own you-”

“You don’t have to, Thomas!” I seethe. “I didn’t say anything because A, I honestly don’t know much about the guns. And B, it would be betraying you.”

Thomas doesn’t budge but his eyes soften a fraction. Why must every encounter with him end so violently and not as romantic? I- No. Don’t flatter yourself, Steenstra. There are far more important issues at the moment!

“Really?” Thomas’ voice is calmer, yet still suspicious.

I take a deep breath and put both hands on his chest. “You may not think you’ve bought me, but I still owe a debt to the Shelby family. You took me in. You gave me a job and a roof over my head. If that’s not buying me over, I don’t know what else there is.”

Slowly, Thomas’ hands snake up to grab mine. His breathing has calmed down. He must believe me.

“No one’s this nice, Ms. Steenstra,” he whispers. “You’re not like any other person I’ve met. If you really are this loyal it would be a shame to see you go home.”

I sigh in relief. “So I’m not fired?”

He chuckles. “You always fret about being fired.”

“It’s my first job,” I reply sheepishly. “I’d hate to lose it in such a short time. Plus I really don’t want being fired by the Shelby family to be on my short résumé.”

“You’re fired?!”

We both look over to where Finn is standing, having just entered from the hallway. He’s holding another one of my books, no doubt having finished it already.

“No, Finn. She’s not fired.” Thomas gives me a smirk. “I don’t think she’ll be leaving for quite a while.”

My face falls. “Are you saying you’re going to keep me here against my will, Mr. Shelby?”

He quirks a brow. “You said you owe a debt to us, yes? How’d you like to have your Birmingham experience lengthened?”

I frown. “Meaning…?”

“That you are to stick around until you’ve earned a ticket home and we feel you’ve worked off your debt,” Thomas replies coolly and leans in closer. “Deal?”

A week ago I would have declined on the spot, but the few days I’ve spent here have snatched my interest. Maybe a while longer in Birmingham wouldn’t be so bad?

I smile. “Deal. My only request is that I’m escorted around town in order to not be snagged by Campbell again.”

Thomas tips his hat. “Your wish shall be granted, Verena Nora Steenstra. Welcome to being an accomplice to the Peaky Blinders.”

Accomplice. The word brings a whole new meaning to my job. I’m no longer a simple tutor. I’m part of something much bigger now. It scares me a little, but it’s also rather exciting.

“Yes!” Finn celebrates. “Can we do another lesson now?”

Aw, Hell. I can’t say no to this! My family’s not perfect and neither am I. I was always going to do something drastic someday, and if this is it then I’d love nothing more!

Thomas walks off to the kitchen and leaves me with his brother. You are one peculiar individual, Thomas Shelby.

I smile. “Yes, Finn. Let’s get started!”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #polly gray #grace burgess #cillian murphy

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frogs11 · 1 year

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Jon Davis x fem! reader smut

desc: smoking with Jon Davis & fem receiving oral.

“Y/N I got the za!” you look up from your sketch book and see your best friend running at you with a bong and a bag of weed. “fuck yeah!” you closed the sketch book and you moved yourself over to allow room for Jonathan to sit on the bed with you, he sits down and grabs the grinder.

you watch as he grinds the nugs, you catch yourself staring at his hands, he has really beautiful hands. long, thin fingers, black nail polish, lightly chipped. you stand up and turn on your stereo to play some music, metal of course. Jonathan begins packing the bowl on the glass piece. he passes it to you and hands you a lighter. “you can have green” your hand lingers in his for a second longer than usual when accepting the lighter. you take your hit blowing out a cloud of smoke and then passing back to Jon.

after two bowls of complete silence, Jonathan pipes up and says “you know, i’ve kinda always wanted my own band, i just don’t know if i’d be any good at it” I look over to him, half lidded. “what do you think you’d do? like what part of a band?” I grab my bottle of water and take a small drink. “I dunno. Shit, I can play the fuckin bagpipes, but how in the hell is that metal” he laughs and looks down at his nails. “I’m sure you could come up with something. what about singing? can you do that?” I look over to him.

“I’ve never really tried to. I mean, I sing along to songs and no one’s ever told me I sound bad, I’ve gotten compliments a few times actually, I just don’t sing in front of people.” I sit up from my position and look at him. “you should sing me something, if you know the next song that comes on. In all my years of knowing you, Ive never heard you sing and i’m jealous others have” we laughed it off and he agreed.

One by Metallica comes on the radio, I look over to Jon with a smile “cmon, you got this, I know you love this song” he rolls his eyes and sings along once it starts. I looked at him with wide eyes, his voice was really unique, it didn’t have a perfect technique to it, but there was potential. I started feeling my face warm up, I looked away for a second to recollect myself.

“you have such a pretty voice, what the fuck” I blinked at him, his eyes widened and his mouth opened, but quickly closed and he looked down to the ground with a smile and his face warmed up. “thank you” I leaned into him a little closer, not really having a care in the world, looking into his dark eyes. “Y/N” he starts to talk but stops. “what?” I reply smiling. He starts to talk but quits and instead crashes his lips onto mine. I lean into it, kissing him back.

We made out for a few minutes before pulling away and instantly going red, looking away from each other. “um I’m sorry if that was too much” Jon starts to ramble, twisting his hair between his fingers and looking away. I grab his hand and kiss his finger tips. “I never knew how bad I needed that until now” I look up at him, his mouth slightly agape with a look of pure shock.

I push him back, positioning myself on top of him. I look down at him for a second before leaning in and kissing him. One arm wraps around my lower back, the other grabs a fistful of hair. I moan into the kiss when he tugs my hair slightly. He breaks free from the kiss to mutter a “holy fuck” before immediately kissing me again.

I roll my hips down on him earning a low moan of neediness. I smile into the kiss before breaking away. “how far are you wanting this to go?” I look down at him, tucking hair behind my ear. “as far as you want it to go” he relaxes. I blush, “I’ve never actually gone that far…” he smiles, “me neither, we can be each others first?” I nod.

Jonathan and I are now sat in front of each other on our knees, he helps me take my shirt off, leaving me in my bra. His eyes wander down, leaving him red before he looks back up into your eyes. He pulls his own t-shirt over his head, discarding it. I look at him, he was quite thin, a bit of hair on his chest… further down, a happy trail. I bit my lip at the sight before looking back up and smiling. I reach my arms behind my back and unclasp my bra, slowly sliding the straps down my arms. Jonathan’s breathing hitched when the bra finally dropped.

Jon instantly lunges forward, pushing me back onto the bed, he’s swiftly on top of me, lower half between my legs. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful but damn, I was wrong, you’re gorgeous” he connects his lips with mine again, I smile into the kiss, feeling loved. This was a new feeling, I’d never had luck with relationships, I’d never felt anything like this before. His right hand travels to my waist and traces my side up to my ribs. He breaks the kiss and looks at me “can i?” he asks, lightly tracing underneath my right tit. “please” I closed my eyes, waiting for his hand to connect, and that it did. He gently cupped me, lightly squeezing. I opened my eyes looking at him, the look of pure admiration on his face was enough to make my legs close around him. He moves down leaving kisses on my chest, he kisses my nipple before taking it into his mouth.

I moan his name quietly, arching my back. He disconnects and positions himself lower, his head is now between my legs. My eyes open wide “oh my god” I blush looking away. “is it okay?” he looks at me for confirmation. I cover my face but nod, he reaches forward and uncovers my face, he moves back down, pulling my shorts down over my ankles, underwear following. I squeezed my legs closed, embarrassed. He grabs one of my hands and holds it, resting at my side. his free hand opens my legs from my knees. His eyes break contact with mine and goes straight between my legs, the look on his face was enough to leave me soaked.

He leans in closer, leaving kisses on my inner thighs and on my clit, I close my eyes and squeeze his hand tighter, he licks a stripe between my folds making my back arch. I whined at this new feeling, he instantly became infatuated with this activity, he began licking and sucking on my clit harder, slowly learning a technique and forming a consistent pattern, he listened to my body’s reactions and continued doing whatever made my body ache for more.

His free hand snakes between my legs as well, his middle finger teases my entrance, I throw my head back in pleasure when his digit enters, he slowly adds a second and begins pumping in and out slowly. The sound of my wetness was embarrassing but he seemed to love it, he quickly went back to work on me with his tongue, now with his added fingers, it was pure ecstasy. “my god Jon” I panted chasing my high. I felt a pressure build in my stomach, my breathing became quicker, my moans became more whiny and eager. “Jon I think i’m gonna..” I was cut off by my orgasm. I covered my mouth with my hand tightly, muffling my noises as I thrashed a little, my legs shaking as Jonathan watched, his fingers still at work making sure I got the best of my high.

Once it died down and I was able to speak again i lifted my head to look at him, his face was bright red and had a little side smile. I smiled at him, he immediately pulled me in to cuddle for a minute, he held me close and stroked my hair. “you’re seriously perfect to me, I think i’m in love with you” he kissed the top of my head. “I think I love you too Jon.”

part 2?

#jonathandavis #korn band

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haileybeehappy · 2 years

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Couch Locked

Yet another Long Hair Harry Fanfic

Summary : You are pretty much in love with your best friends brother and your first time getting high you release some secrets.

Warnings : smut, smoking

Word Count : 4.5k

You had never gotten high before but your best friend was probably the biggest stoner you ever met. Well besides her brother Harry. You had never seen him not high. He was also like the most beautiful man you had ever seen. That has nothing to do with it but it just needed to be said.

So, here you were on your best friend Gemma’s bed. About to smoke weed for the first time ever. You were perched at the end of the bed. She was pulling the smoke through to the pipe of a bong so you could clear it out. The both of you knew that had no chance pulling it all the way through. You reach for the glass and she passes it into your hands.

“I’m so excited!” Gemma squeals through some light coughing. The warm glass sits in your hand as you psych yourself up. You empty the air out of your lungs and go to move your mouth to the top of the pipe. And Inhale.

Twenty minutes later you had finally stopped coughing. You were just laying in her bed with your feet hanging off. The world was spinning and the TV sounds garbled. Gemma’s voice cuts through the static.

“Are you hungry?” you very quickly move your head to look at her.

“Fuck yes,”

“I’ll make you some food,” she laughs. You slowly rise off the bed and move to follow her. The world instantly starts moving. Almost like you’re standing in the waves at the ocean. You can feel the floor moving out from under you. You instantly shoot to the wall to keep your balance and you make your way out of the bedroom.

You hear a chuckle behind you. You look back behind you. Harry is standing against his door frame. His bare shoulder resting against the wood. Because this man was pretty much almost always shirtless.

“Finally got high huh?” you nod and quickly look away. Hiding the blush that was rising on your cheeks. “Are you gonna make it down the stairs?” you hear him shift and then feel his hand on your arm. “Please let me help, I wouldn’t forgive myself if something bad happened to you. You can feel your heart melt.

“Okay,” you whimper.

“Thank you,” He grasps your arm and then slowly moves his hand down and across your back to rest on your waist. Your arm goes around him to do the same.

“Thank you,” he then slowly helps you down the stairs. You make it to the couch in a record time of five minutes and Gemma has already started on the food. You have no idea what she is making but it smells AMAZING!

“Gemma I fucking love you,” she laughs.

“Why is that y/n?” Harry plops down on the couch next to you.

“You’re the best,” you groan. “I can’t wait to eat,”

“What about me?” Harry asks. “I’m not the best?” a smirk resting on his lips.

“You’re pretty good but you’re not making me food,” his smirk drops.

“Well then. If that’s what it takes,” He starts to get back up. You grab his wrist and pull him back to the couch.

“No, don’t leave me. I don’t want you to go?” you whimper out.

“Why is that Y/n?” You sigh. You have yet to let go of his hand. You then intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I just want you here,” You squeeze his hand.

“Okay I’ll stay,” he tightens his grip on your hand. He grabs the remote from the arm of the couch and clicks on the TV. “Whatcha wanna watch?” you just shrug your shoulder

“I can barely see. I couldn’t even name a show right now,” he chuckles.

“Family guy it is,”

“How about no?” he chuckles.

“Fine,” he continues scrolling through the options. “Disney?” you tighten your grip on his hand.

“Oh my god yes,” you look over at him and smile. “Hannah Montana?” He cocks a lazy smile.

“Of course my love,”

“My love,” you mimic his accent. He bumps his arm on yours.

“You're making fun of me?”

“Yes,” he just laughed. “I mean you have that accent. So does Gemma but hers isn’t as sexy,”

“Sexy huh?” a blush spreads across your face.

“Oh definitely,” you nod. “I mean the hair,” You reach to his head and grab at the bun on top of his head. (LHH is superior so idc) “That fucking smile,” you move your hair to his face. “And fuck, your shoulders,” you almost let out a moan.

“Here is your food,” Gemma hands you a plate of fried shrimp. “Freshly made,” she smiles and hands Harry a plate too. “For my snotty little brother,” she smiles.

“Thanks Gem,” he smiles. She plops on the couch across from you. You are completely zoned in on the shrimp and don’t come out of your phase until you finish the last shrimp. You look up at Gemma and she has a wild smile on her face.

“That took you a whole hour and a half to eat,” you look over at the clock but you can’t focus on the numbers so you look back at her.

“It was good. Delicious actually,” You lean forward and go to place the plate on the coffee table, leaning forward you almost fall. Harry's hand comes around your waist and catches you. “I think I need to go to bed,” Gemma laughs,

“I think so too babe,” she starts to get up off the couch to help you.

“I got her,” Harry declares and pops up off the couch and goes to help you.

“No, no,” you whine and smack his hands off you. “I wanna do it myself,” you stand up and instantly start falling to the ground. Harry catches you yet again and holds you up.

“Okay so I am gonna help you,” Harry whispers in your ear and sends shivers down your spine. You can’t find the words so you just nod. “Good girl,” he whispers even quieter so Gemma can’t hear.

“Holy shit,” you whimper. Harry helps you up the stairs and damn. Even if you weren’t high your legs would still be wobbly. Like what the fuck Harry. Why would you say that? “I just wanna lay down.” you groan about halfway up the stairs.

“I am getting you there honey,”

“You’re going to slow,” you whine in response.

“Well you are the one that’s going slow babe,”

“Stop with the pet names. That’s not nice. Tease,” he chuckles.

“It bothers you?” you nod. A bubble caught in your throat. “Why?” the two of you are at the top of the stairs now. “I can feel you trembling babe, and I don’t think it's the weed,” you shake your head. “No? I can’t hear you Y/n,”

“It’s not from the weed,”

“So good for me Y/n,” he has his hands wrapped around your waist. You are still frozen with your hands barely touching his chest. “Now let’s get you to bed,” in one quick move he hoists you up over his shoulder and to Gemma's room. You are plopped down on the bed with a squeal. “Goodnight Y/n,”

“I don’t wanna sleep anymore,” you grab at his arm. “Come cuddle me,” you pull him towards you.

“I am not cuddling you in my sisters bed while you are high Y/n,”

“What about in your bed while I'm high?” you move to sit up and he pushes you down back onto the bed.

“Not tonight Y/n we can talk in the morning when you’re sober,” an amused smile on his face,

“But I am not gonna be brave enough in the morning,” you scootch back in the bed.

“Why is that Y/N?”

“Because.” you stand up on your knees and waddle walk to him. “You are a very attractive man,” you are now almost eye to eye with him. “You walk around without a shirt like all the time. I think I have seen you more without a shirt than with a shirt honestly,” you bring your hands up to his chest. “But of course you’re wearing a shirt now,” You pull at the fabric on his abdomen.

“Is that it?” he asks. His hands coming over yours. Holding your small hands in his. You could feel his heart thrumming in his chest.

“And your voice,” you throw your head back in a groan. “Your fucking voice. Sends shivers down my spine,” he leans in. You can feel his breath on the side of your neck.

“Keep it coming princess,” his hands squeeze yours. “You’re just feeding my ego.” that coaxes a laugh out of you.

“You are such an ass,” You shake free of his grasp and fall back into the bed. “I’m going to go to bed before I say more things that will embarrass me in the morning,” He chuckles and grabs the blanket at the end of the bed and tosses it over you.

“I’ll see you in the morning princess,”

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A very annoying noise pulls you out of your sleep. Almost like gunfire? You turn over in bed and let out a groan. The noise continues. That’s definitely gunfire. You shoot up straight in the bed.

“Well good morning beautiful,” Gemma pipes. “You slept for,” she looks over at the clock. “Sixteen hours. Damn,” You take in your surroundings. Gem is sitting next to you on the bed. The tv on her dresser is paused displaying the visuals of some gorey zombie movie.

“Why would you let me sleep that long?” You toss the blanket off you. You feel like you’re cooking.

“Bitch I tried to wake you up three times. I even called mom to come in and check your pulse,” she laughs. She then presses play and turns her attention back to the movie. Your stomach rumbles. You slide out of the bed and stretch when your feet hit the floor.

“Well I am starving!” you grab your phone off th charger and head towards the kitchen. You decide it’s a breakfast at two in the afternoon kinda day so you start to make yourself some eggs. You basically live at Gem’s house so you are pretty comfortable making yourself food and stuff like that. You can hear someone coming down the stairs and assume it’s Gem until you feel arms come around your waist. Your breathing comes to a stop and your heart jumps into your throat.

“Glad to see you’re alive,” You feel Harry’s breath on your neck. Goosebumps prickle at your skin. You feel red hot where his hands rest at your waist.

“Me too,” is all you can muster out. After a very awkward length of time.

“How’d you sleep?” He asks moving in closer. Now his entire body is pressed up against you.

“Really well apparently,” you whisper. It just feels like a whispering moment.

“Good,” he rests his head in your shoulders. “So ho did you like being high?” He chuckles

“I enjoyed it,” you feel like you can’t breathe. In the best way. “Pretty sure I embarrassed myself,” his thumb has started to rub back and forth at the exposed skin at the hem of your shirt.

“You didn’t do anything embarrassing I don’t think,” you can feel his smile against you. The eggs you have been trying to focus really hard in are finally done and you move to take the pan off the stove which causes Harry to release you from his hold.

“I can remember some things that maybe shouldn’t have been said,” you shrug while you pile the eggs on to the plate and plop a French toast into the pan. You turn back to take a look at Harry. He is wearing black sweats and a plain t shirt. Still looks like he could be a Calvin Klein model.

“I don’t know y/n. What do you remember saying?”

“Things I will not repeat,” you turn back to your food and flip the French toast over.

“Come one y/n you gotta give me something,” he teases.

“I have nothing to say to you. I barely know you,” you lie.

“Y/n you practically live here. I see you pretty much everyday. You may not know me but I definitely know you,” he is now next you you. You finish up your food and begin to plate it. You move to walk away and he grabs you lightly causing you to stop.

“What do you want Harry?” You whine

“I wanna bend you over this counter and fuck you till you can’t walk,” your breath catches in your throat. “But I can’t risk Gem or mom walking in and seeing. That wouldn’t be fun,” you just stare at him. Dumbfounded. “Would you like that? Would you like being bent over and fucked so hard you can’t walk princess?” You nod. “I need words y/n,”

“Yes,” you muster

“Yes what?” Harry is now right in front of you. The only thing separating you is the plate of food you just made.

“Yes Sir,” Harry then quickly grabs the plate and basically flings it onto the counter grabs you by the back of your hair and brings your lips to his and kisses you. You melt into his mouth and let out a moan. You bring your hands up to his chest then wrap around his shoulders. His hands grasp at your waist and pulls you closer to him. Before you know it your sat up on the counter with Harry between your legs. Just as he runs his clothed length onto you footsteps make their way down the stairs. Harry takes a big step back and you jump off the counter. You grab your food and sit at the table. Gemma rounds the corner right as you take your first bite.

“I’m gonna run to the store and get some things for dinner, you wanna come y/n?” Gem asks. Keys in hand.

“No I’m okay.Gonna finish my food and probably go home so I can shower,” you stab another bite of eggs and bring the fork to your mouth.

“Okay well I’ll see you later then,” she gives you a smile and turns to leave. You wave at her and as soon as the door closes behind her Harry is sitting at the table next to you.

“She won’t be back for like an hour?” he suggests. You smile and stab a piece of french toast to your mouth.

“Gives me time to eat,” you laugh. He leans back in the chair and just watches you. You slowly eat your food. Basically nibbling at it. He groans and shoves the plate away from you and before you know it you are over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. “Hey I was eating!” you laugh. Which is met with a soft swat on your ass.

“It’ll be there when you’re done.” you wiggle in his hold making it harder to carry you. “You better stop that before you get hurt,” You wiggle harder and his hand swats at your ass again. This time quite a bit harder. It reveals a moan from you. “Oh you like that huh?” He smacks your ass again and then you are plopped down on his bed. You can’t help but smile up at him. It’s really happening. You’ve been dreaming of fucking this man since he brough Gem lunch, Literally since the first time you had seen him you had wanted to feel what it liked to be under him.

“What’s the smile for Y/n?” he asks. You just shrug. His hand scoops up your chin and makes you look him in the eye. “Come on, use your words y/n,” you take in a much needed breath.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you Harry,” a smile breaks across his face.

“Ditto y/n,” a blush creeps up your neck and across your cheeks. “I was picking Gem up from work and you were walking to your car. And I don’t know. Everything about you turned me on. Hell I wanted to bend you over the hood of your car and make you scream while all of your co-workers watched,” you have a shit eating grin plastered on your face. “Well except Gem of course that would be weird,” and with that he leans down and kisses you, but you can’t help but laugh at the last comment.

“So you have wanted to fuck me longer then I’ve wanted to fuck you,” you chuckle.

“I guess I have huh?” He is now kissing you and slowly making his way over you. You have your back pressed flat against the mattress. Your lips locked with Harry’s. His hands locking your body under him. Your hands venture under his shirt and up his chest. His legs are now trapping your hips and he moves to sit up and removes his shirt in one movement. You look at his tattoos in a new light. The way they curve and move with his body. Bend and contorte as he rids himself of his clothes. You reach up and ghost your fingers over the ink engraved into his skin.

“You’re so beautiful Harry,” you whimper.

“I don’t even hold a candle to you Y/n,” His hand runs up the side of your body. Waist, hoovers over your breasts, shoulders, and then his fingers wrap around your neck. “Such a beautiful thing,” He then leans down and kisses you. Hard. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck in an effort to get closer to him. You need to be closer. You manage to get yourself out from under him and sit on his lap while he lays flat on the bed. You whip off your shirt and his hands come up to your waist, his fingers rubbing at your exposed skin.

Once you have your bra unclipped his hands move to your shoulders to rid your frame of the fabric. His long slender fingers bring the red straps down your arms.

“Fucking beautiful,” He reaches for ypur chest but gives you a look like hes asking for reassurance. You nod. His hands grab at you and his skin feels so warm against yours. You drop your dead back and let out a huff of air and roll your hips against his. Which causes Harry to hiss in pleasure. “Fucking shit I can’t wait to feel you princess,” his grasp on you tightens.

“Daddy please,” you whimper. He whispers some more curses under your breath. He reaches up and grasps you by your neck. You follow his lead. He has you now seated at the edge of the bed while he releases himself from his pants. Then taking off the black cloth completely leaving it on the floor in a puddle.

“Open,” you slowly open your mouth and his thumb slips between your lips and you instinctively begin to suck at his salty skin. “Such a good girl,” he groans. He pulls his thumb from your grasp and brings his hard member to your mouth, teasing the tip back and forth across your lips. You stick your tongue out and bring your hands to rest on his hip. You pull your legs onto his bed and sit on your feet. He pushes the tip past your lips and you instantly start to suck on him. He pulls at your hair and starts pushing and pulling your mouth against his cock. “Such a pretty little whore,” you look up at him and try to make eye contact but he has his head thrown back and his eyes shut tight. An angelic sight. You let out a little moan. He instantly looks down at you. “Look at you sucking daddies cock like a pretty little whore, look so good with daddy’s cock in your mouth,”

He pulls you off of him and pushes you back onto the bed and pulling you to the edge. His hands are at your waistband and pulls the pants off. Your knees fall to the sides and he slowly and very lightly guides his hands from your ankles to the hem of your panties. He is playing with the slightly damp fabric. Just barely slipping his fingers under the barrier. You thrust your hips up into his touch. “You want daddy to touch you?” he asks in a hushed voice. You nod. “Words princess,”

“Yes please daddy, let me feel you please,” you whine out.

“Good girl keep begging,” his hand moves closer to your center.

“Daddy please I just wanna feel you. I’ve been so good Daddy please I just need to feel you,” you arch your back up and grasp at the bed sheets in anticipation. He leans down and begins kisses over your clothed warmth.

“Okay Princess, such a good girl asking so nicely for Daddy,” he presses a harder kiss over your clit. “Such a pretty girl,” he whispers against your hidden skin. Like he wasn’t talking to you, like he was talking to your cunt.

He pushed the fabric to the side and dives into your center. You let out a moan and you let go of the sheets and grab onto the long curls in between your legs. “Fuck Daddy please that feels so good,” he continues to lap and suck at your damp folds. His fingers play at your entrance. You keep thrusting towards him. Wanting him closer and deeper. “Daddy please I wanna feel you,” He smiles against you and pushes into you. Your walls basically sucking him in. He laughs against your skin.

“So wet for Daddy, such a good girl,” you let your head fall back onto the mattress.

“Thank you daddy, thank you,” you whimper and whine as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. His fingers find the perfect spongy spot inside of you and he begins sucking on your clit and it makes you explode against his mouth. “Daddy please, Daddy yes,” you repeat and repeat as you ride out the orgasm. He kisses his way up your body and to your neck. You lean your head to the side so he can have access to more skin.

“Holy fuck such a pretty little thing,” he ruts himself against your exposed cunt. “Squirting all over Daddy like a good little whore,” you are in slight shock of the words he just said. “What you didn’t know you could squirt,” you shake your head. “Well you just soaked me baby,” He smiles and kisses you. You kiss him back just as hard. You can taste yourself on his lips. You groan against him.

“I need to feel you daddy, I wanna feel full,” he picks himself up and scampers across the rooms and starts ruffling through some drawers. You just sit on the bed and watch him. He makes a little noise and turns back to you with a smile on his face. Holding up a little foil and you laugh at him. He rips it open and rolls it down his length. You are kinds scared of his dick to be honest. He's about average length but he is definitely going to stretch you out. You pick yourself up off the bed and lean into kiss him as he makes his way to the bed. He continues to kiss you as you bring the two of you down to his bed. He crawls over you and places himself in between your legs.

“You ready princess?” he asks

“Yes. Please Daddy. Please,” he kisses you as he pushes into you. Very slowly. You both gasp at the feeling of him pressing through the barrier. Your slick walls let him in nice and easy with little resistance. He groans against your mouth and you feel his hips thrust against you. You wrap your legs around him and pull him into you completely. You let out a very loud moan at the feeling.

“Holy fuckin shit y/n,” Harry moans into you. He stays there while you adjust to his size. After a few moments he begins to slowly pull all the way back out. Then slowly bottoms out again. “So wet and warm for me baby,” He begins to slowly pick up the pace. Pulling himself all the way out and going balls deep back. The little whimpers you make turn into moans as he thrusts harder and harder. You are raking your nails down his back as he destroys you.

“Daddy please,” is all you can make out. Over and over. His hands make his way to your center and start to play with your clit. Your orgasm is coming closer and closer.

“Come on, baby give it to me,” those words send you over the edge. Your vision goes spotty as you scream his name over and over. You clench around him your orgasm sending your legs into shivers. “So good for me. Such a good little whore,” His hips start to stutter against yours. He lets out little groans and gasps as he releases himself into the condom deep inside of you. Your breathing starts to even out as he collapses onto you. Falling to the side as he rests his head on your chest. You wrap your finger in his hair and begin to brush the hair out of his face.

“Harry,” you let out a breath. Sounding astonished.

“Yea,” he lets out a laugh. He sits up and pulls the condom off. He ties off the end and tosses it into the trash by his desk and crawls back over to you. Wrapping himself around you and pulling you to his chest. His arms enveloping you. “You really are beautiful,” his hand swipes at your cheek. Your face flushes. “So beautiful,” you shake your head and look away from him. “Don’t look away from me princess. I just wanna see you,” and the two of you lay in bed together for a while before you get up to go to the bathroom. When you come back clothed in his discarded t-shirt. He is sitting at his desk with a pipe in his hands smoking a bowl. You smile at the view of him and walk over and sit yourself on his lap. He wraps his arms around you and looks up at you. He smiles and some of the smoke he's holding leaks out of his mouth.

You pull him into you and kiss him. He releases the smoke from his lungs and you inhale deeply. You hold it for as long as you can. Then you cough a few times and he rubs your back.

“Such a good girl,” He places a few kisses on your neck. “My good girl,” he rubs his hands on your thighs.

“Yours?” He smiles.

“Please?” you nod.

“All yours,” he smiles and pulls you in for another kiss.

#harry styles fanfic #harry styles dom #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #stoner #smut #long hair harry #lhh #gemma styles #best friends brother

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waterfallofspace · 1 year

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Letting It In & Letting It Go (1/3)

The one in which K/azuki learns to let his feelings in, and R/ei learns to let his walls go down, at least a little. Feat. Sick R/ei, caretaker K/azuki, and heavy ship implications (cough outright statements cough), though, they aren’t in a relationship at this point. (Pre-M/iri, maybe one day I’ll write something post, but right now this was rotting my brain, so I’m getting it out) AKA: I have a problem and I can’t stop writing B/uddy D/addies content, so here is the second fic that no one asked for hahaha~ UPDATE: PART TWO (linked for ease of access!!) Part 3 is not written yet, but I do know what I want to do with it, so once I’ve found the time/inspiration, I’ll release it too. (just incase anyone wants to see the ramblings of a crazy person hahaha~) (references to smoking, really high fevers, trauma, and swearing, incase you don’t like any of those)

Also, I am from the land of poutine and ‘sorry’s, so temperatures are written in Celsius, but for reference: 36°C is about 96.8°F 39°C is about 102.2°F

Characters: R/ei, K/azuki, and some ANGST Word Count: 5.2k

It wasn’t unusual for Kazuki to arrive home to the smell of smoke wafting from the apartment. In fact, it was actually a bit worrying that the smoke alarms had never gone off. ‘Mental note, check those.’ However what was unusual was the sound of rough coughing that echoed off the walls as he left his shoes neatly next to the pile Rei had left his in. “Rei? I’m home, are you al-”

He’s cut off by the sight awaiting him on the couch. An ashtray sits on the table, the smoke wafting from it seemingly melting into the air, as Rei convulses with lung spasms that borderline on worrying. “What, you forget to blow out the smoke or somethin’?” “No.” “Just not agreeing with you today?” “Close enough.” ‘Ever the wordsmith’ Kazuki mused, deciding to leave it alone. It’s not as if he’s never choked on a drink here or there, and bringing attention to the mistake isn’t exactly his favourite subject of conversation either. Deciding to instead focus on cooking dinner, Kazuki unloaded the groceries he had been out purchasing while Rei wasted away on the couch. A noise caught his attention, but when he looked up Rei was learning back in his usual spot, controller in hand. His position was relaxed, legs brought up on the couch, arms hanging slightly, controller gripped loosely, eyes fixed on the screen. And yet, every muscle of his being screamed tense. He had the uncanny skill to appear completely dejected and exhausted, while still keeping every ounce of his being on edge, as if he was prepared for attack at any moment. Kazuki had always secretly admired that level of training, though he didn’t doubt the methods used to achieve such perfection were less than pleasant. Rei didn’t speak about his childhood much. ‘I mean, he doesn’t speak much anyways, but specifically about that particular topic, he has less to say than normal’. He thought, turning his attention back to the simmering pot in front of him. A few more strange noises caught his attention, but he couldn’t pinpoint the source, so he just chalked it up to Rei’s game. He never did fully understand the appeal of those. He figured they were just something you had to be into to really appreci-

“nNgt-!”

If Kazuki hadn’t already had his eyes fixed on the couch, he would have missed it entirely. Swallowed into near silence, with only a slight jerk of the head, ‘Hands free, pretty impressive, if not a bit terrifying’ Rei had seemingly stifled a sneeze out of existence.

For as good as he was at assassination, planning, playing a part, and being subtle, that was one aspect that Kazuki had never had the fortune of mastering. The art of controlling his body and emotions. When he sneezed, he was sometimes able to muffle it, but fully stifling it was a pipe dream at best. He just lacked the muscle control, and honestly, the will to. It always sounded extremely unsatisfying, if not painful. Rei, however, did not share these downfalls. He supposed it, again, had something to do with his upbringing. Kazuki soon quelled this line of thinking. Even theorizing about it just to himself in his mind felt like overstepping boundaries. Rei clearly had reservations about talking about it, walls up that he wasn’t eager to pull down, and it wasn’t his place to attempt to scale them.

“kgNtt-! nNkT-! hH’ngxt-!” “Bless you.” “What?” Kazuki chuckles softly at the rough reply. Rei’s voice was gruff on a good day, but after the coughing from earlier, and the sneezing, it had taken on a slightly hoarse tone, stuffy around the edges. “I said bless you. It’s a form of pleasantries that one offers when someone else sneezes. Or, alternatively, ‘bless me’ is used when one sneezes and offers themself said pleasantry.”

“Why are you using that voice? You sound like an idiot.” “Why you- I do not! I sound well educated! That was my formal-” “It sounds weird.” Kazuki grips his chest, mouth hanging open, before huffing a sigh and bringing the plates he had so carefully arranged to the table. “Oh whatever, just come eat before it gets cold.” “Not hungry.” Well that was new. And concerning. While he never gave Kazuki the thanks for his food that he definitely deserved, Rei usually at least had the mind to eat it. Sometimes he left parts he didn’t like, such as his vegetables, or a piece of perfectly good meat that had ‘a weird texture’. But outwardly refusing all food? That was certainly not commonplace. “Are you sure? If you don’t want this, I could pull something else together, not that you’d appreciate it anyways- But I don’t want you complaining later that I didn’t feed you.” “I won’t.” And that was that. Kazuki ate his portion, opting to store Rei’s in the fridge just incase he changed his mind and wanted something later. Another round of coughing pulled his eyes back to the cough, Rei curled into himself, hiding his face deep in his sleeve. “You alright?” “YeahH-! hH’NNgxt-!” “Real convincing. Look,” He began, running a hand down his face with a light sigh as Rei held up a hand to stop him, before doubling over into a clenched fist. “hH’Nnnt-! Hehh’kkggnt-! nNgt’chh-!” “Bless you. Look, if you’re hungry later, the food is in the fridge. Just stick it in the oven for a few minutes, it’ll warm up enough to eat. It’s a perfectly manageable task, I know you can do it. As for me though, I’m going to bed. We have a job the day after tomorrow and I’ve still got a lot of planning to get done.”

“Okay.” “Oh, what’s that? ‘Oh Kazuki, thank you so much for doing all of the planning and putting in hours and hours of work so that our jobs go down the way we want’? You’re so welcome, thank you for noticing!” “I’m usually the one that actually lands the shot.” Kazuki bites his tongue, hand flying to his mouth at the audacity of the accusation, before releasing his breath, deciding it’s not worth the effort. “Night Rei.” “Yeah.” With that, he headed off to shower before bed, faintly hearing another round of coughing begin as he turned on the water. He elected to ignore it, ‘problems for another day’ and all that. ~~~~~~~

“hH’NGxxt’shh-!” “Bless you.” “Ihh’kngt-!”

“Bless you.” “Do you have to do that?” “Sorry, habit.” “hh’nnXGT-!” “Ble-”

Kazuki stops himself, electing for a slightly embarrassed shrug as Rei’s eyes flicker off the screen to study him for a moment. Neither of them breaks the silence. An unspoken agreement to let it go seems to pass through the air, and Rei turns his attention back to the cars on the screen. A kart racing game, Kazuki believes. He’s never actually tried it himself. Rei’s never offered, and he’s never asked. It’s probably for the best anyways- it’s not like he’s a sore loser or anything! He’s just a bit of a perfectionist… and, oh come on, who enjoys losing? “H’ngxt-!uhhh”

This one is followed by an itchy sounding cough, rattling his lungs a little deeper than Kazuki is comfortable with. When he asked Rei earlier if he was alright, he got an eye roll, sigh, and more coughing in response. Asking again now would probably yield the same result, but there was no point anyways. It was clear that the guy was sick, just a question of how bad it was. Not like he’d get an answer to that either.

“Snnfff-!” And then there was that. Throughout the day, Rei had been stifling into near silence, however this method was not without consequences. For one thing, they sounded incredibly itchy, the force only building as the day dredged on. More importantly however, the near constant sniffling that Rei seemed dedicated to ignoring.

“Snfff-” After another five minutes of this, Kazuki finally had it. Closing his notepad, (maybe a little harsher then he meant) he stood up, and threw a tissue box at the couch.

“Just blow your nose. You’re literally driving me insane over here, I can’t hear my own thoughts.” Rei said nothing, but a slight pink tint seemed to race across his cheeks, before they were quickly hidden by a handful of tissues. He did blow, but Kazuki could tell he was holding back, it was soft and subdued, not at all the harsh, relieving feeling that his sinuses must be longing for. “You can go all out, I don’t mind. It’s not like I’ve never been sick before, I get it.” As soon as the words hit the air, Kazuki felt an unmistakable urge that he’d made a critical mistake. Normally this kind of chest-tightening anxiety came on a job when something crucial in his plan failed, but the look that Rei shot him over his hands was enough to freeze him in place. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t annoyance, shit, it wasn’t even embarrassment. It was fear. Genuine, bone-chilling, terror. Something in his demeanour suddenly reminded Kazuki of a cornered animal. Despite remaining perfectly still, it was like Rei was suddenly pacing, looking for the perfect moment to strike and run. “Who said I was sick?” The words nearly knocked Kazuki over, breaking eye contact as his hand connected roughly with the table to keep him upright. “W-what? Sorry, what? Uhh… no one, but you’ve been coughing and sneezing all of today, a-and you were yesterday too, so I just figured…” “Oh.” ‘Oh? That’s all he has to say, oh? He just looked at me like I killed someone he loved right in front of him, and ‘oh’ is all he has to say about it?’

“It’s okay if you are, ya know. We can cancel the job if you don’t feel up t-”

“No.” The firmness of the response left a bad taste in Kazuki’s mouth. Almost like blood, but more bitter. Like the word itself had cut his tongue, and left traces of its bitter tone behind. “Okay, that’s fine, we can do it then. I’m not gonna bail on money if you think you’re up to it. Especially after all the planning I put into this plan. I think it’s one of my best so far, so we start out…” Kazuki continued rambling, suddenly desperate to fill the silence with something easy and normal. Just a job, just two partners talking about a job. The tension was thick enough to choke him, his words starting to stumble over each other as Rei broke off with another harsh bout of coughing. Finally, Rei interrupted his monologue, ‘thank god’. “I’m gonna sleep. Tell me about my part on the ride there tomorrow.”

He wanted to tell him to take some meds before he slept, but the memory of the pure terror in Rei’s eyes was enough to quiet him instantly. Instead, he offered a muted “night” as Rei slowly stood, trembling almost unnoticeably, before making his way towards the bathroom. Kazuki glanced at the clock, ‘heading to bed at seven, that can’t bode well…’ before deciding to make a bit of food to relieve some of the tension that had built up in his neck and shoulders. Cooking has always been a way of destressing for him, even before he moved in with Rei. He’s always considered it an art form, and despite how unappreciated it goes in this household, the satisfaction of making something beautiful out of a mess of ingredients will never lose its shine. After a nice meal, with a slice of the cake he had baked earlier for dessert, he finally sat down and ironed out the details of the plan, setting aside the details Rei would need to memorize, along with a basic overview of the background intel. He gently stacked those papers on the couch, next to Rei’s controller, before letting out a yawn, and heading up to bed himself.

~~~~~~~ Sometime during the night Kazuki had been woken by a rough bout of coughing coming from downstairs, followed by a few harsh, “hH’ZZSCHHoo-! hAH’SHH’OO-! Hehh- hH’KKSSHHH’oo-!” Groaning slightly, he had turned back over and drifted off again, faintly aware of the coughing continuing as his eyes fluttered back shut. It felt like seconds later when he finally opened his eyes again, the soft light of morning creeping in under his door. A glance at his phone showed the time to be closer to nine, definitely a more reasonable time to be awake.

Kazuki stumbled out of bed and flipped on the light. He started reaching for the shirt he had set aside, rerouting to his shoulder as a soft “ehh’shhiew! hIH’kshhiew!” surprised him. It wasn’t unusual for him to get a couple sneezes right after waking up. He didn’t quite know why, but the biology of the issue wasn’t really a concern. It was harmless enough, it’s not like he often had to actually sleep and wake up while remaining silent on a job. Pulling on his shirt, and wiping the sleep from his eyes, Kazuki started down the stairs, pausing once he reached the kitchen, eyes roaming over to the couch where Rei was-

Sleeping. He was sleeping, controller sprawled on the floor, television still on, the game showing a pause screen. Rei still being asleep at nine was nothing new, but the tissues that he still had grasped in his hand were definitely not a normal part of the equation.

That, and the fact that he was curled up without a blanket, and yet, somehow still was clearly radiating heat, were enough to stir a bad feeling in Kazuki’s gut. He walked over to Rei, careful to keep his steps light, and gingerly placed his hand against the sleeping man's forehead, wincing at the burning he was met with. Dark eyes shot open, freezing Kazuki right where he stood, hand still pressed against Rei’s face. The two of them locked eyes, neither blinking, nor moving, Kazuki’s wide, and Rei’s bleary, as if he was still readjusting to being awake.

After what felt like hours, Kazuki finally got it together enough to pull away, nearly jumping out of his skin when a shaky hand grabbed his arm, and brought his fingers back to their previous position. “Feels good, you’re cold.” The words aren’t slurred, but they definitely lacked the clarity of someone who was fully with it. Kazuki almost thought about staying like this, seeing as this much physical contact being initiated by Rei was unheard of. Almost. Gently prying his hand away, Kazuki was careful to keep his voice balanced, not wanting to startle him with too much volume ‘or emotion for that matter’. “You’re running a fever, Rei. It feels pretty bad… you are sick, aren’t you?” “Might be.” “Might?” Despite the effort to keep his voice calm, the incredulous nature of the statement crept up in Kazuki’s retort, but he bit back any further comments when Rei flinched at the tone change. Yes, flinched. “Sorry. I’m not mad, okay? I just… I need you to tell me how bad it is so I can help you, okay?”

“Okay.” Progress, an affirmative response. Not denying the sickness. This is progress. “Can you tell me what feels icky right now?” “Icky?” “Shut up, you- you know what I mean. We know you have a fever, I’ll get a thermometer to be sure, but given the heat, we’ll be lucky if it’s low-grade. Is there anything els-” “hH’nNXGT-!uhhh hIHH-! ihh’DTNNGT-! Hehh’nnngxxt-!shuhhh” “So sneezing too. And you were coughing earlier, so that’s probably not gone?”

Rei responds, but it’s barely audible, seemingly unintentional, as he clears his throat and gives it another try. “It’s not that bad.” “But you do have a cough.” “I guess.” “You gue-” Kazuki studies himself with a sigh, running a hand down his face, before clearing his throat softly and starting again. Man, it was harder to hold back the snark then he thought. “Alright, I can work with this. I’m going to get the thermometer, you are going to let me take your temperature, and then we can figure out what to do from there. I’m also going to give you some meds, and you are going to take them.” ‘If we even have any’ He added to himself, turning to the kitchen to locate the cold supplies. He let out a silent prayer that they had at least some cough drops to soothe Rei’s throat as he heard the man burst into another harsh cough behind him. It was rough, deep, wet, and with a wheezing sound to it that was more than Kazuki could stand to listen to. He finds the drawer, pulling it open to reveal a pack of tissues, a stack of napkins, a thermometer, and a handful of cough drops ‘thank god’. Making his way back over to Rei, Kazuki pauses at the table, pretending to read the papers he had left there last night, giving Rei a bit of space as the man gasps desperately and ducks into his wrist. “Heh’nngtt-! Kk’nnggtt-! H’ddtshh’uee-!” The last one didn’t go down so easily, refusing to be swallowed into oblivion, leaving Rei a bit redder then he was a second ago, and sniffling into a handful of tissues. He gives another soft blow, but this time it’s not out of embarrassment, as evident by the utter lack of airflow through his nose as he attempts to give another heady sniff.

“Bless you, Rei. I found a few cough drops, but I wanna check your fever before I give you any, so open up, stick this under your tongue, and keep it there till it beeps.”

“I know how a thermometer works.” “With you I can never be sure. Now open up, there you go, and- yep just like that, now keep it there. I mean it, don’t you dare take it out before it beeps.” Rei rolls his eyes, bringing up a hand to rub at his nose. His twitching nose. ‘Oh for shit’s sake’. “Don’t you dare sneeze, you hear me?”

The nod he receives is vastly undercut by the desperation dancing through Rei’s eyes as he pinches his nose shut. It doesn’t seem to help as much as he wanted though, as a hitching breath hisses out between his teeth. “hehhH-! Hahh… hhHDT- uhhhh…. hiHh-!” Credit where credit’s due, he was holding out valiantly considering the frequency of the breaths and the frantic nature of his nose, vibrating against his fingers. The thermometer sounds with a loud ‘BEEEEP’ that startles both of them.

Kazuki pulls it out, and checks the numbers. 39.5°C ‘oh shit’. Not bad enough for a hospital, but close enough to cause his heart to race, mind flooding with panic. If Rei faints, could he carry him? What about if his brain boils, that was a thing Kazuki had read could happen if you had too high of a fever. Granted it was on a social media site, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true. You can’t just dismiss it, and what if the fever keeps climbing, would Rei even let him bring him to a hospital? For that matter, is he in any state to put up a fight? Kazuki breaks free of his thoughts long enough to cast a glance back over at Rei and finds him- “hHh-! ehHH!uhhhhh…. hehhhH-! hhHH-” “Oh god Rei, I meant don’t sneeze when it’s in your mouth, you can sneeze now!”

“Okaahhhh! hH’NNGT-! DTNNGXTT-! hEH’NXXGT-! I cahhh- can’t… I can’t ihhhht tick- ticklheHH!” Kazuki winces at every desperately contained outburst, before finally deciding enough is enough, and pulling Rei’s hands down. Confused eyes met his, desperation shining in them as his breath catches once more, only barely managing to stall it.

“Whhhaahh! What are you doohhing, let go, I nehehhh- need to sneeze!” There’s more emotion in his voice then Kazuki had ever heard before, but he guesses it’s hard to keep a tone of unphased annoyance when your breath is hitching so wildly.

“I know, but if you keep stifling them like that you’re gonna blow a fuse, and I don’t need you bleeding on top of this sickness, the couch is red, but blood will still leave a stain for me to clean.” Softening his tone, Kazuki locks his eyes with Rei’s again, letting the care he feels seep into them more than he’d normally allow. “It’s just me. You can let them go, I don’t mind. I promise, you’re safe here.” Even if he wants to protest further, his nose has had enough of being denied, and Rei gives Kazuki an unreadable look before lunging as far away from him as he can manage for the outburst.

“HH’ZZSCHH’OO-! heHH! EHKSSHHH’OO-! RSHHH’OO-! hAH’TSHHH’OOO-! eehhh’hehh’MMPFSSH’OO! hhH’AHHSHH’OO-!” They’re itchy, harsh, and seem to scrape against his throat with every blast, but they also sound like the first real relief he’s had from this itch all day. Rei seems to agree, letting out an itchy, but deeply relieved sigh as the tickle finally backs off enough to let him catch his breath. He sniffles wetly, and then again, managing a weak, “My hands Kazuki.” Kazuki flushes, seeming only now to realize the grasp he still held on Rei’s arms, letting go with a sheepish grin.

“Sorry, right. Was a little preoccupied watching the show.” It’s Rei’s turn to flush at that, bringing tissues to his nose only partially out of necessity. However, no fear flashes through his eyes this time. ‘Maybe that’s progress’. Kazuki figures, a real smile starting to creep over his face at the thought of Rei finally starting to open up. It’s quickly crushed when the man slumps against him, eyes fluttering shut, heat practically melting into Kazuki’s skin even through the layers of clothing. Just like that, he’s reminded exactly how serious this situation is, and how much worse it could get if he doesn’t think fast. “Hey, Rei, keep your eyes open, okay? I need you to stay awake, I know I’m strong, but carrying you is a harsh no from me, bud.” He gets a low growl in response, but it’s better than nothing. Rei manages to sit up enough to meet his eyes, and he can see the gloss over them. Kazuki wonders if he can even tell what’s going on, and nearly faints when Rei grabs his hand, and presses it back to his forehead again like before. “Feels nice.” The statement is punctuated with a sharp shiver, Rei’s whole body seeming to tremble as he curls deeper into himself, glassy eyes starting to water. Kazuki has seen a lot of terrifying things in his lifetime, and more heartbreak than he was due. But the look in Rei’s eyes, the way he trembles as he attempts to curl into himself, the desperate vulnerability of the scene, it’s enough to chill him to the bone. “Okay, I need you to try to stand up, we’re going to the bathroom. We need to get your fever down. Uh- do you have a swimsuit in your room?” Rei gives him a confused look, but nods weakly, managing to pull himself into a standing position, before hunching over with another set of throat-scraping coughs. The wheeze in his lungs is back, each breath sounding more and more like whistling, and Katsuki takes a second to study his own breathing. Gently, he coaxes Rei to lean against him, draping his arm around his back. They slowly make their way over to the bathroom, where Kazuki sits Rei down on the floor next to the tub, and turns the water on. After making sure it was a nice cool temperature, he rushes up to Rei’s room. Thankfully for him, despite being a mess, his clothes are all kept fairly in one spot, and he finds the swimsuit fast. Making his way back downstairs, Kazuki takes a beat to himself, letting the fear wash over him. While he doesn’t consider himself a particularly weak person, Rei far outmatches him in strength. The man seems to have it all together on the job, no fear, no emotions, just skill and undeniable talent. He gets in, does what needs doing, and goes home. Many words come to mind when thinking of Rei, but not a single one was ‘scared’. Seeing the fear in Rei’s eyes was haunting, and every time Kazuki blinked, those eyes stared back at him. Ones full of imaginable terror at the thought of being perceived as sick. At being seen out of control of his own body. Kazuki remembers something Rei offhandedly mentioned once about his ‘Boss’, saying that “weakness was not tolerated. Not of any kind. Punishments for such flaws were… harsh.” He shudders to think what kind of punishment could instil that kind of blind terror into a man like Rei. Well, never again. It doesn’t matter what happened back then, he’s here now, and no one will ever cause that kind of fear in Rei again. Not ever. Getting back to the bathroom, he pales at the sight of Rei, fully stretched out on the floor, but some colour returns when the man lets out a rough cough, bringing his hand to his face. With a strained sigh, Kazuki turns the faucet off, letting his hand dip into the cool water, before bringing it up to Rei’s forehead again.

Rei leans into the touch, letting out a weak moan as the cool relief washes over him. Kazuki helps him stand, handing him the suit.

“Put this on, I’ll look away.” He turns towards the wall, only looking back briefly when Rei lets out a harsh “hEHH’NGXXT-!uhhh” Presenting his shoulder for him to lean against as he changes into the suit. Once he’s changed, Kazuki guides him gently into the water, wincing at the way he hisses at the dramatic change in temperature. “I know, I know, but it’s gonna feel much better, I promise.” His voice is soft, almost calm, but his heart is racing. It doesn’t help that Rei starts shaking again, this time violently enough to splash the water around his hands as they rub his arms. Time seems to slow to a crawl as Kazuki kneels beside the tub, knuckles white as he grips the edge. He’s not used to feeling so helpless, but watching Rei tremble, unable to do anything but watch… it’s killing him. Eventually he can’t take it anymore, and he reaches his hand out to Rei’s head, gently running his fingers through his hair. Rei at first freezes, seemingly fighting every instinct to pull away, before slowly allowing his shoulders to relax a bit, a deep sigh escaping his irritated lungs. Kazuki takes this chance, slipping into the tub behind him, with more than enough room for Rei to move away if it’s too much. What he doesn’t expect, however, is Rei leaning back into him, resting his head, and letting his eyes drift close. The trembling isn’t gone, but it’s a lot more muted, and slowing by the minute. “Hehh-!” Kazuki watches as Rei’s nose twitches, a ticklish breath escaping, before he ducks forward with a harsh stifle. “hH’nNGXT’shh-!” It seems to soak up all the strength he has left, as he weakly manages to raise his hand to pinch his nose shut for it, not letting go once it’s done. The desperate quality of the next breath he takes suggests there are more fighting to come. Kazuki reaches over beside the tub to where he’d left a box of tissues earlier, and pulls a handful out, pressing them to Rei’s nose. With them, he gently pries Rei’s fingers away, eliciting a low growl in response, desperation prickling in his eyes. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. You can let go, you’re safe with me. I promise, okay? Plus all your stifling is giving me a headache, so I can’t even imagine how bad it must be for you.” He seems to hit home with that one, with Rei letting out a low groan, as if just the reminder of his head was enough to reignite the pain. Kazuki winces a little, that wasn’t the intention, but he’ll do whatever it takes to get Rei to stop trying to implode. “hH’ZSSCHH’OO-! eHH’SSHH’OOO-! hh’RUSHH’ooo! mMMPFFSHH’ooo-!” ‘It’s probably a good thing he’s too out of it to realize what actually just happened, he’d probably be mortified sneezing into my hand like that’ Kazuki recons when Rei lets himself finally blow his nose, desperate and harsh, but with a sigh afterwards that signifies it was also relieving. “I’m sorry-” Rei starts, out of it enough to not feel actively embarrassed, but apparently still with enough cognizance to realize what happened. Kazuki cuts him off with a shrug, offering another gentle- “I’ve got you, don’t worry about it.” Silence fills the air as Kazuki tosses the tissues, and Rei leans his head back against his shoulder again, this time letting his head turn towards Kazuki’s neck, eyes completely shut.

“Is this okay?” Kazuki asks softly, and Rei gives a hum in response, leaning deeper into his touch as Kazuki pets his hair some more, letting a smile slip out when he hums again, his posture finally relaxing enough to sink deeper into the water. Kazuki cradles his head, making sure to keep it above the water, but allowing them both to submerge a little more in the cooling touch.

~~~~~~~

He’s not sure how long they stay like that, but Rei slips into a peaceful sleep, and eventually the fever breaks, leaving them both exhausted and soaked. Once he wakes, Kazuki gets Rei out of the tub, helping him dry off before grabbing a towel for himself, and helping Rei into the change of clothes he had brought down. He turns away respectfully when it comes time to change out of the swimsuit, but once again lets Rei lean against him. Soon he’s fully changed, and Kazuki leads him back to the couch and lays him down, before heading upstairs to change himself. Once he gets back downstairs, he finds Rei dead asleep, stuffed up snoring filling the apartment. Kazuki hums out a small chuckle, laying a blanket over him, and allowing himself a moment to just watch him sleep. He looks so peaceful, no indication that mere hours prior he was nearly on death's door. With a final look, Kazuki heads back upstairs, checking his phone to see that Kyu responded to the text he sent earlier. KAZ: r is sick, might have to cancel job, sorry 4 last minute notice KYU: It’s alright. Don’t make a habit of it though. KAZ: thx kyu KYU: Take care of him, alright? KAZ: already on it KYU: I knew you would be. KAZ: but i dont think we have cold meds, could u drop smthn off 2morrow? –Unread messages– KYU: I’ll put something together, but I’m leaving it outside the door. You’re going to catch this, but I’d prefer to stay healthy. He lets out a soft laugh, Kyu was absolutely right. He was absolutely going to catch this. Rei also may be out of the woods for now, but it’s only day two, there’s no way this bug is going away that fast. But somehow, none of those things seem to matter. He’s gonna take care of his buddy, no matter what. He made a promise, Rei will be safe with him, and he always keeps his word.

#waterfallwrites #two fics in two days im so sorry hahahaha~#i promise there wont be another tomorrow #b/d #still nervous as all heck #but also worryingly growing more confident hence the double posting #i apologize sincerely for it hahaha~#snz #snzkink #snzfic #b/uddy d/addies

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Bellutch

Butch heavily inspired from mth x Bella AU

Title: Class shenanigans

Rating: T for swearing

Bella was sitting on the edge of an empty pipe. Skate park was empty. She rolled the joint in her hand between her fingers.

It was pretty bold for her to be smoking out in public, but at the moment she didn’t care. The area almost seemed desolate.

She was tempted to call Mitch up and ask him what he was doing but she remembers the band has practice, so she refrained from bothering any of them.

That was probably the worst part about making friends with an entire band. They were busy every other day.

She took a big inhale, thinking to her friends back at home as the air gently breezed by her.

Not being a hero sucked. She thinks back to the first attack she saw on Townsville and how Jenna expected her, of all people, to sit behind. She hated every instance of that encounter.

It was stupid that GAME was sending them to another universe, stripping them of their power usage, hero identities and not telling them why. Felt more like a punishment than a mission.

That and all her real friends were gone. Obviously she had Jenna and Lillian, but that wasn’t enough. With the entirety of the group, they worked like peanut butter and Jelly, but alone like this, they were like water and oil.

Jenna’s way too bossy. Lillian’s way too ditzy. THis new old lady they were mooching off of was way too rich, nothing was just right for Bella. She felt like she was constantly having to containin herself.

That new training room would have been so cool to try out. If Jenna hadn’t ruined it.

…Sort of made her hate Jenna little bit. She scoffed and kicked her legs.

Hate Jenna.

That takes her back to a time where she would be an immature brat to her just because.

Bella takes another drag of her joint, staring at her skateboard at the bottom of the pipe line. She braces her hand against the cement with one hand, and stands up.

Something tingles her.

She swifts around.

“Butch?” She says discovering him mid tip toe.

He first looks taken aback, then defeated, “How the fuck did you know I was sneaking up on you? I wanted to scare you.”

Alarms immediately go off in her head, because Butch is the last person she wants to suspect that she has specail abilities.

“I just… I was getting up anyway, I didn’t know you were there.” she fanned off.

He grunted and put his hands in his pockets as he began walking to join her, “You know if you get caught smoking that shit in public, you could get in a lot of trouble.” he sneers.

She looks at the joint between her lips, “Nobody’s around here, dude,” she mumbles, joint in her mouth.

“You’re right about,” that he says walking to the pipe edge. “But it’s late so ofcourse no one’s out here. Why are you still out?” he smirks back at her as he sits, “Aren’t your parents worried?”

She flicked him off, “I do whatever I want.”

“Ah, so you’re a big girl-”

“Dude,” she scoffs over him.

“I’m just saying. Most teenagers are at home right now. Unless there a lot of trouble.”

Bella joins him, smelling little wafts of whatever scent he’s wearing like the day she hugged him on the motorcycle. “I guess I’m just out here… thinking.”

Butch was quiet.

She leaned back stretching her abdomen, than lifted the joint from her mouth, “Been a long week.” She exhales as the joint is plucked from her hand. “Hey!”

“What are you gonna do about it?” he remarks taking a hit himself, face callous.

Bella frowns, “That is not a good way to make a friend.”

“You think I’m your friend?” Butch scoffs in disbelief.

“Duh,” Bella says before hopping into the cement half pipe. She didn’t catch the shocked expression Butch gave her at her response. “I mean I gave you my number didn’t I?”

“Thought that was just for a booty call.”

She walked to her board, “Thought I told you it wasn’t.”

“Pretty sure you’re the one who brought up booty calling.”

“Yeah, yeah. How long are you going to joke about that?” She began pushing off. “It’s already old.”

“Until it happens.” Butch replied, reclining on the perched edged.

Bella chuckled to herself, “It’ll never happen.”

“Never say never,” Butch clammored aloud in a taunting tone.

Bella scoffed skating along the length, “What are you even doing out here? It’s late for you too isn’t it?”

“Bored,” Butch mumbles.

“It’s like 8, why don’t you just go to bed?”

“You think I’m a toddler or something? I barely start drifting off by the time it’s 11.”

Bella chuckles again, “Alright big boy. Sorry to offend you over your bed time.”

“Your damn right your sorry,” Butch begans shuffling to join Bella. He clambers down the half pipe.

“Watch out,” she warns, drifting around him, hair and clothes pulling the opposite direction of her skating path. She’s picked up significant speed.

He cheers and claps, “Impressive.” She hears him say as she turns the board. She starts skating back the other direction, but he’s in the way.

“Move,” she shouts at him, loud enough to hear. He stands, unbothered. She begins to steer away from him but he walks in this path too. She grunts and tries to swivel around, but he simply takes a step back, exhaling smoke.

She’s getting really closse, and moving too fast to stop immediately. Butch stops her board with his foot and catches her off balance in his arm.

He kicks the board underneath himself and runs off, skating on it himself.

Bella’s impressed but also mildly annoyed, “Hey!”

“Come and get it,” he taunts her skating away. She chases after him.

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shoulder.

He ruffled her hair with a hand, “Sleep well, cutie?”

“Ha! You just called me cute.” Bella scrunched her nose at him. His eyes are drawn to the action.

“What have you been up to lately?” he asks flatly.

She blinks a bit off guard and then regains normalcy with a grin, “Dude, i’ve just been bus-y.”

“Tch. You don’t say.” He looks to the front of the class as the second bell rings.

“What, you gonna execute me for having a life? God, I didn’t know you were my boyfriend.” She taunted behind him. He feels her pencil poke his arm, “No wonder you called me ‘cute’.” She said in a low voice.

He laughs spinning back to her, “You ain’t my type.”

“Didn’t seem it, five seconds ago,” she sneers back

Butch takes in her dark, playful expression. Her brown eyes electric and smoldering just a bit.

His own eyes got husky as he encouraged this banter leaning into her, “You’ve really got eyes for me, don’t ya?” he teases her.

He can see the bit of brief confusion flicker across her face and revels in it. She puts up an annoyed front, “Dude, you were the one hitting on me.”

“Bet it really gets you kicking, don’t it?” He carried on, voice getting even huskier. He could see her start to fluster. “You can’t keep me out of your mind. I bet you really want me, yeah? You couldn’t stop thinking about me if you tried-”

She groaned loudly, face a miserable light flush, only visible to the super eye. “God you’re so humiliating-”

“But you looooooove it,” he sung, getting close to her ear. He can feel the heat radiating from her face. She suddenly twists to get her back pack.

“Nope.” She mutters gathering her stuff.

He leans back confused, “What?”

She goes to find another seat just as the bell rings. Butchs eyes trails her, slightly jostled.

“It’s a good thing she moved herself before I could,” the teacher noted walking by him giving him the days assignment.

Bella plops at her seat, blowing her bangs out of her face, exposing her tinted cheeks. She finally spares Butch a look,

“I’m gonna kill you” Butch mouths, holding up the paperwork. She flicks him off.

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Cressida Thames sat with her legs crossed in the velvet chair, dressed down in beige-colored chinos and a white blouse, several gold chain bracelets tumbling on her wrists. “So, what should we call each other?” she tested, eying her host. “Cousins, I suppose.”

“We don’t have to call each other anything.”

The Thames heiress sensed her error and tried a different tactic. “Alright then, what about married life? How have you been treating our dear Hannah these last few months?”

“A hell of a lot better than your family ever did. Thanks for asking.”

The acidic bite in Satoru’s tone made it evident he wanted no part of Cressida’s company, despite inviting her into his home, prompting the Thames heiress demeanor to sour at his blatant ill-contempt.

“Splendid. I’m so glad to hear it,” Cressida strained through gritted teeth. The heiress was not used to being un-welcomed by strangers. By now, she’d usually have them gobbling out of her well-manicured hands, but knowing she was treading on very thin ice, the English woman averted her focus away from the Six Eyes wielder and back to Nanami and Hannah, who were sitting side by side on the opposite couch. “Sorry, why have I been summoned here again?”

Nanami's patience was rapidly depleting. He wasn’t fluent in English like Satoru and Hannah, but even he knew when someone wasn’t getting the memo. The three of them - mostly Hannah - had spent the last hour and a half informing the Western sorceress of the Sukuna finger in the Gojo’s living room, or at least, they tried to. The proceedings had been less than stellar.

“And you’d like me to help?” Cressida asked after Hannah repeated their predicament for the millionth time.

“Will you?” she piped squeakily.

Cressida glanced at Nanami and then Satoru over by the door. “I don’t know, Duch,” she lamented. “This seems like a tall order. Even for me.”

Hannah frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Yes, what do you mean?” Satoru rudely butted in. “Enlighten us.”

Cressida rolled her ocean blue eyes. “Do you really expect me to sit here and pretend jujutsu and Western sorcerers have always gotten along?”

“But surely that’s changed.” Hannah insisted. “The Association and the jujutsu higher-ups are cooperating with each other now. It’s a new age.”

Cressida shook her head. “That may be so, but I’m not part of the Association. Despite what people say, diplomats and aristocrats don’t mix, Duch. If word got around that I was helping and abating ‘jujutsu scum,’ I’d be the talk of the county. My image would be tarnished.”

Satoru shrugged. “Not that we’d care.”

“Satoru, please.” Hannah issued her husband a begging look. He was making things difficult, but her plea went ignored.

“No, this is bullshit.” Still leaning on the doorframe, Satoru crossed his arms and eyed the Thames heiress shrewdly. “There’s a Sukuna finger hiding somewhere in the underwater trenches of Itsukushima Shrine. Hannah says you have a curse technique that’ll help us fish it out.”

Cressida acted as though she hadn’t heard him and flopped her black and gold Chanel bag onto her lap. She opened the lambskin clasps and pulled out a silver cigarette case and lighter. “So what if I do?” she stipulated, slotting a clove cigarette between her teeth. She flicked the lighter.

“Then you’ll go fishing.”

She lit the end, pressed her lips to inhale, and blew out the first tobacco puff. “And if I refuse?”

“You won’t,” Satoru snorted. “A lot of people are gonna die if this thing isn’t apprehended in time and someone will have to take the blame. I don’t know about you, but being the ‘talk of the county’ for helping and abating ‘jujutsu scum’ sounds a lot better than being the ‘rich, whiny twat’ who couldn’t do the right thing if her life depended on it,” he shrugged, “but that’s just my opinion. I’ll let you make the call.”

He watched the Thames heiress curl her upper lip. “My, such a compelling argument,” she groused, exhaling another breath of smoke. “Tell me, are all you jujutsu sorcerers this irritating, or is it just you?”

Satoru’s mouth arched into a smirk, hands stuffed in his pockets. He said nothing.

The burning white hatred on Cressida’s face could’ve melted diamonds. She eased herself back into the velvet armchair, crossing her legs, cigarette in hand, and stared challengingly at the Six Eyes wielder, looking more like her father than she’d dare admit. “You know, if it wasn’t for that Infinity of yours, I’d have you kneeling at my feet.”

Satoru barked out a laugh. “Is that a proposition? Cause I’ll have you know I’m happily married.”

“Are you? Thank heavens. I was beginning to wonder.” The heiress took a long drag, and uncrossed her legs, slinking from her chair to coily saunter up to the Six Eyes wielder like an alley cat. Fearing a fight, Hannah made to get between them, but Satoru silently waved her off - it’s okay - and so she remained seated where she was on the couch. The two sorcerers, West and East, now stood nose to nose, Cressida’s height shorter than Satoru’s by no more than an inch thanks to her high stilettos (which she still hadn’t taken off). The heiress blew a puff of tobacco right in his face, voice dropping to a low whisper. “I have it you like to get around, Mr. Gojo. Can’t say I’m surprised. After all, plucking the blooms off the rose tends to be your demographic’s idée fixe.”

Satoru’s eyes narrowed. “Watch it,” he warned.

Cressida didn’t hide the immense satisfaction from smiling up her lips. “But don’t be too discouraged, love,” she quipped. “I’d never betray Hannah like that and fortunately for us both,” she gave him a once over, “you're not exactly my type.”

The two sorcerers kept eyeing each other down like MMA fighters at a press conference, while Hannah and Nanami observed on the couch. Neither were able to catch what the other had said, only that it wasn’t friendly or polite. Hannah felt the knife in her heart twist. She was hoping the two of them would get along and might’ve voiced this wish had Nanami’s impatient Japanese not broken through the silence first.

“So is she helping us or not?”

The island of Itsukushima, or simply “Miyajima” (Shrine Island), was about an eleven hour drive from Tokyo, rooted in the prefecture of Hiroshima. Only accessible by ferry, visitors would depart from the Hatsukaichi harbor and arrive at the island where the famous 12th century shrine resided within an inlet. The sacred buildings encompassing the shrine were connected through a series of boardwalks, granting people safe passage without them needing to take a dip in the Seto Inland Sea. The shrine’s main attraction of course was the red “floating gate” facing the ocean. Visitors could walk up to the grand o-torii at low tide when the water drained out of the bay, which fluctuated day to day.

It smelled strongly of fresh fish, ocean, and salt. A colony of wailing seagulls ringed the cloudless blue sky. Fishing boats put-puttered down the island coastline and nosed their way into shipless wharfs, men yelling at each other to grab the nets under the eternal surveillance of Mt. Misen. Hannah, Cressida, and Nanami had departed Tokyo by plane and arrived in Hatsukaichi two hours later, 12:05PM on the dot. They took a taxi to board the quickest ferry, which then sailed them safely across to Mijajima, exactly as planned. There was just one problem, and Nanami wasn’t happy about it.

“I should’ve expected as much,” he lamented, glowering at all the people. “They were supposed to clear this place an hour ago.”

Hannah checked the time on her phone. “We are a tad early,” she pointed out and began searching for a familiar head of white hair and a moxie Indian woman. “Satoru and Kumari said to meet us at the entrance.”

The two sorcerers in question had already left for Miyajima before sunrise to secure the area, but there were surprisingly more tourists than anticipated; old ladies holding their umbrellas to shield from the sun; gobs of cheesy couples snapping selfies; a child throwing a major temper tantrum over his toppled ice-cream cone, now a melted chocolate puddle on the stoney hot ground. Tour guides hooked to microphones lead processions of people up and down the stone-blocked path bordering the sea, next to streets of gift shops, townhouses, and traditional ryokanwhere visitors could rest their heads for the night, as families of sika deer dozed peacefully under the pine trees, unperturbed by the throngs of camera-wielding humans passing them by. A small number of Fly Heads were buzzing around the vicinity, but all in all, the atmosphere was calm.

Nanami and Hannah kept a slower pace behind Cressida who was already four leagues ahead. It wasn’t lost on them how seemingly every grown male’s concentration would pivot away from their nagging wives and high-maintenance girlfriends towards the sensual foreign woman strutting up the boardwalk in a bright red sundress and floppy hat. Wearing impractical sandal-wedges and big rimmed Prada glasses, Cressida oozed sex appeal wherever she went. Anyone would’ve mistaken her for a supermodel. Except Nanami. His agitation was thick enough to spread on toast.

“She’s doing this on purpose,” he grumbled to Hannah under his breath. “We’re supposed to be blending in.”

Hannah looked over her shoulder at all the star-struck (male) tourists fawning behind them. She was also wearing a sun hat and shades, but sported a more mauve colored dress instead with white trainers. “Actually, I don’t think she means to,” she said in her cousin’s defense. “It sorta just happens.”

Nanami huffed, rolling his eyes. “Of course.”

Hannah smiled at the quasi-businessman, himself donning a well-tailored grey suit, which wasn’t too eye-catching as many other men were wearing similar suits, though surely the sun and humidity made it uncomfortable. “You’re not much for excitement, are you Nanami-san?” she chimed.

The quarter Dane released a vexed sigh, dabbing his neck with a handkerchief and balancing the unique sunglasses on his nose, cleaver knife concealed in its holster. “I’m not much for spectacles, I’ll give you that.”

“Are you sure you need me here?” Hannah added. “I don’t want to get in the way.”

“Any clues to the finger’s whereabouts would be appreciated,” Nanami answered, coiffing back his wheat-blonde hair. His cleaver knife was in its sheath. “Being present might spruce up your memory, and as long as Satoru’s around you should be fine.” He spoke under his breath. “Might even keep that overpowered nitwit from doing something abnormally stupid.”

Cressida ushered them to get a move on. “Come along, you two. We’re almost there.”

They soon spotted Satoru and Kumari waiting for them at the entrance in front of the floating red gate. Sunglasses over his eyes, Satoru waved them over, and without thinking, Hannah raced for her husband’s open arms as fast as her legs could run like nothing else mattered. She could hear him chuckling the closer she got. She must’ve looked ridiculous. Satoru didn’t mind. There was no greater feeling in the world than her running to him.

“What’s cookin, good lookin’?” he teased cheesily in English, stretching his arms real wide. His little wife barreled into him and Satoru responded by lifting her up off the ground and swaying her side to side, legs swinging, prompting Hannah to laugh. Satoru grinned like a total sap, but soon frowned upon realizing the dress she had on. “Where’s the flowery one?”

Hannah peered up, face apologetic. In want of some late night entertainment, Satoru indulged himself yesterday evening by selecting her outfit, though apparently the plain mauve substitute wasn’t cutting it. Hannah tried reassuring him. “The flowery one was too bright and Nanami said we needed to blend in.”

Her husband couldn’t omit the whine from his voice. “No fair, I liked the flowery one.” He propped his chin on her soft auburn crown to hide his disappointment. “It was cute.” His turquoise blue eyes flicked over to Nanami fiddling with his phone while Cressida picked the dirt off her fingernails, both ignoring the other. He sighed. “So how was it flying with Miss Sassafras and the Danish curmudgeon?”

“Good,” Hannah replied, nuzzling into his navy colored shirt, glad to be reunited. She loved the smell of his morning coffee and his comforting solidness. “But I missed you.”

But I missed you.

Satoru felt his heart and soul quadruple in size. Could she repeat that? Someone actually missed him? The flowery dress forgotten, he squeezed her tighter. “Aw, I missed you too, Prin — ”

Kumari barged in. “Yes, yes, we all bloody missed each other - hugs and kisses - now can we please get this over with? I have a sick toddler who needs me.”

Quite so. Out of the five of them, Kumari’s reasoning to leave was the most justified. Abandoning her apron, the native Delhite opted for breathable palazzo’s and a peasant blouse, rapunzel raven hair braided down her back, but the makeup and glasses hid her exhaustion. Suffice it to say, the young mother was not happy to be woken in the middle by her toddler son burning a 39°C fever and a cough. Ichiro kept sending her texts throughout the morning, sharing status updates, but little Kichiro’s condition showed no signs of worsening or improving. Her separation anxiety was through the roof. Kumari simply wanted to find this accursed finger, box it up, and take the quickest flight straight home to her baby. She didn’t care for much else, especially the English airhead standing beside them dressed in an offensive red frock that was reminiscent of a wannabe Flamenco dancer. (It was worth mentioning that the Indian arms-dealer also had a 98 cm, double-edged khanda strapped to her back, and was not afraid to use it if provoked).

Nanami exhaled tiredly through his nose and placed his phone in his pocket. “Satoru, what was the hold up? I thought you’d have this place cleared by the time we arrived.”

“Oi, don’t look at me,” Satoru moped, holding his wife. “It's not my fault the police are slow. We notified them two hours ago.” He buried his nose in Hannah’s hair, muttering to himself, “and I better be reimbursed for those plane tickets.” He heard his wife giggle, her small, dainty fingers massaging the taut muscles on his back. He felt sleepy all of a sudden.

“It was your idea we should fly,” she soothed.

“Yeah, I know,” he yawned, closing his eyes and relaxing to her touch. “My own damn fault.”

They didn’t wait too long for the police to arrive. The alibi was that the shrine was closing for religious purposes; a special ritual was to be performed and no tourists could be present. Within twenty minutes they had the area cleared of civilians. Satoru made a quick scan with his Six Eyes to check the place was deserted (police included). He gave a nod to Kumari and the arms dealer rolled up her sleeves and in a quick chant activated a curtain over the entire shrine and beach so the townspeople couldn’t see. The sorcerers were obstructed from view. Cressida stepped up to the plate.

“Right then,” she said, seeing no reason for delay, Latin flowing off her tongue like a river. “Mare benedicta, da mihi instrumentum tuum…”

In a twirl of magic, a bronzed lyre materialized in her hand, though it bore closer semblance to a miniature harp. The memory came quickly to Satoru like a light switch; him sitting in Wasserton House, waiting for Lord Thames and the elders to strike up a deal, surrounded by glittering jewels and hoarded treasures. One of which was a lyre mounted on a wall next to an old grandfather clock. Shiny black strings, too thin in diameter to be copper wires or horsehair. So his hunch had been correct. That lyre or harp, or whatever it was called, was no decorative instrument, but a cursed tool. A cursed tool with Cressida’s matching black hair tithed as strings.

Satoru was holding onto Hannah’s hand. She felt his arm tense and looked up, moss-brown eyes filled with concern. “Are you alright?”

Satoru assuaged her with a quick smile. “I’m fine.”

The four of them watched Cressida strum the first glissando, all twenty twined threads of ebony black provoked by their mistress, switching her thumb and forefinger in circles to create a continuous scale up and down the harp. Up and down. Back and forth. Give and take. Twenty. Forty. Sixty strings it sounded like, their musical notes steadily layering on top of each other, ringing all at once.

The waves along the dock seemed to sway around them, rising to ten-feet swells and then falling, responding to the harp’s melodic enchantment. When Cressida’s hand strummed back, the waves went back. When she strummed forwards, they beckoned closer, edging the shore, amassing to great height with each finished glissando. Cressida thus removed her fingers and soon the harp began playing alone. She soon broke into song, not with words, but with the musicianless harp, her aria accompanying the dancing sea like she were a snake charmer, a moon goddess controlling the tide. And it was something; Perhaps one of the most ethereal sounds they had ever heard, if “sound” was the definition for such a thing.

Satoru and the others watched the sloping waves, climbing higher and higher, though they did not crash into the shore like expected, but rather gently ebbed. Like the water had a mind of its own, choosing to forgo the laws of physics, building without spilling over. Waves only got that big when sailing miles out at sea amidst a powerful storm with no land to stop them from growing bigger. Satoru hadn’t witnessed a curse technique quite like this, or perhaps he had? Music was not new to jujutsu - Utahime and Gramps were proof of that - and yet despite its alieness, something about the sound was familiar. He could hardly feel his own two feet on the ground, song traversing through his ears and into his bones. His brain felt numb to the harp’s playing and Cressida’s hypnosis, drowning out his other senses. Strange. He only ever felt this way when Hannah —

Cressida stopped singing. Everything became calm. She splayed out her hand towards the sea. Water, music, humans, frozen in time.

“Recedo,” she commanded in a voice not solely hers.

Pleased by her song, the water showed its obeisance and began rolling back the direction it had come, back, back, back to the sea, more so than it did at low tide. Given how far the water receded, Satoru feared the locals would think a tsunami was underfoot, but the water only drained from a specific area in the bay, not the entire Miyajima coast, and there was no earthquake. With any luck, Kumari’s curtain would prevent people from thinking anything was amiss.

Nanami glanced over to Hannah to translate. “How long will the water hold?”

Hannah relayed the question in English for Cressida. “I’d say about an hour. An hour and a half. Not very long,” the heiress said with a shrug.

Hannah repeated her answer in Japanese. Nanami grunted. With a curt nod, he turned to face his other comrades. “Technically it rests on Satoru to retrieve the finger, but for the time being we’ll divide and conquer. If anyone finds something, text it in the group chat and wait for Satoru to give the ‘all clear.’ Once he has the finger, it’ll be handed over to Kumari for proper sealing. We’re following protocol. No exceptions. Is that understood?”

Nanami kept his tone neutral like he were reading percentages during a business meeting. Hannah paraphrased his speech as best she could to her cousin.

Done listening, Cressida offered her hand. “Shall we go together?”

“Sure,” Hannah obliged, but felt a gentle tug on her arm.

“Nope, I don’t think so.” Satoru snatched his wife and twirled her around, wiggling his snow-white eyebrows flirtatiously. “You’re comin’ with me.”

“O-Okay.” Hannah's face grew warm, letting him weave their fingers together and pull her in the opposite direction. She didn’t see the triumphant smirk he shot Cressida’s way as they passed by. Nor the heiress’ blatant disgust. He had won this round.

The group split. Nanami to the east, Kumari to the west, and Cressida taking a route in between. Satoru continued walking north with Hannah along the bay, looking back over his shoulder every five seconds till the others were out of sight.

“Finally. Thought we’d never ditch ‘em.”

“Ditch ‘em?” Hannah tilted her head, not sure what he was getting at. “Why would we — ”

At once Satoru’s mouth was on hers, capturing it in an all-too-happy kiss. Hannah was startled by the impromptu lip-lock but soon found her eyes closing, kissing him back, body melting as his arm looped protectively around her waist to draw her inwards. He had left for Miyajima that morning before she’d woken up. They hadn't been separated for five hours, yet it felt much longer.

“Mmm, no reason,” he answered, as he broke from the kiss, lips smacking, and wove his fingers in hers again. Couldn’t keep the shit-eating grin off his face even if he tried. “Okay, now we can go.”

Hannah's profuse blush spread more to her neck and ears, all while not relinquishing his hand.

The underwater trenches of Itsukushima Shrine were deep. Not Mariana Trench-level deep, but deep. On the surface, their depth seemed to exceed no more than three meters before gradually marrying with the ocean; enough for an average person to plunge head first into the burnished saltwater and dive to the bottom. But the island shrine, with its rocky bluffs and pine covered shoals, actually stood atop a valley of gash marks embedded within the reef-beds like troughs, measured at about four fathoms. Once swimmers reached the very end of the bay, they were met with a steep twenty-four feet drop and risked being swept away by the heavy current, the Inland Sea punishing them for their hubris. A more experienced swimmer wouldn’t make it.

Hannah and Satoru stopped where the bay ended and the chasm began. Curious, the Six Eyes wielder lackadaisically kicked a pebble in the hollow trench and watched it disappear. Didn’t make a plop.

Drip, drip, drip.

The jagged rock was slick and slimy from being drained of its watery enclosure. They were high above the seabed. Satoru thought of helping his wife climb down the slippery rock on foot till they reached the bottom, but then hatched an idea. Without warning, he got behind Hannah and bent his knees. “Alley-oop,” he hollered and hoisted his little wife in his arms, bridal-style. She let out a gasp. Much like the kiss, the auburnette wasn’t given time to prepare and nearly had a mini-heart attack when Satoru spun on his heels, grinned real wide, and jumped off the edge like he was at the local pool and not a thirty-foot long chasm.

So they fell.

Hannah managed to eek out a yelp, burying her face in his shirt, clinging onto him like a frazzled squirrel. In seconds they were floating to the ground for a soft landing, Satoru’s Blue and Red manipulating gravity to slow their descent. Falling no more, he set Hannah back on the ground.

“That wasn't funny,” she chided, freckled cheeks glowing red, this time for an entirely different reason. The reprimand hid the fact her knees were buckling.

“To you, maybe.” Amusement twinkled in Satoru’s turquoise blue eyes. “I thought it was hilarious.”

His wife pouted adorably at being laughed at and the Six Eyes wielder couldn’t resist leaning his tall, masculine frame over to plant an “I’m sorry” smooch on her blushing cheek. All forgiven, they webbed their hands together again and continued on.

The carpet of dark green seaweed spurted beneath their shoes, shells and fish bones crunching and cracking. Located in the epipelagic zone, the trench was deep, but not nearly so deep as to prevent sunlight from shining below. This particular kelp forest had thrived under Itsukushima for millennia, nourished by the warm sun and years of “marine snow,” teeming with an ecosystem of diverse wildlife, but Satoru found it weird that there were no flopping fish on the sediment-covered ground, frantically puffing their gills for breath, or other aquatic animals, or cursed spirits for that matter. Had they been swept away with the water?

Those that could exist on oxygen remained. A cast of Chinese mitten crabs skittered across the exposed mudflat, pinching their claws at the trespassing humans, ambling to get away. Hannah thought they were cute and gave them a wide berth, sidestepping the exposed coral, the anemones, the seaweed, the shards of glass and plastic that had drifted because humanity didn’t care. Thank goodness she’d worn trainers, who knew how well Cressida was fairing in those awful sandal wedges?

Hannah wasn’t aware she had voiced this aloud for her husband to hear, receiving an earful about what he thought of the Thames heiress.

“I don’t understand why you feel the need to be nice to her,” he groaned bitterly. “After how her family treated you.”

Hannah squeezed his hand as she narrowly avoided crushing another mitten crab. “She’s your family too.”

“Yuck, no thanks. Tell ‘em family is overrated.”

“People can change, Satoru.”

“Which I’m not disputing, but you said you hadn’t seen her in years and then suddenly she shows up on our doorstep to hand you tiaras? As wedding presents?”

“Cressida’s going through a rough phase right now,” Hannah disputed. “She’s suffered a terrible loss.”

Satoru’s snort conveyed his doubt. “Whatever. I still don’t buy it.” He scanned the ground for clues. “Anything look familiar?”

Hannah sighed and shook her head. They were luckier than when they’d been stuck inside the curse’s Domain at the opera. Here, they could see where they were going courtesy of it being in the middle of the day, making the excursion less foreboding, less unpredictable.

Thames.

Hannah became alert. “What’d you say?”

Satoru turned to face her. His brow framed into an arch. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, sorry. Nevermind then.”

But it called out again. Raspy and ominous. A whisper.

Thames.

Hannah looked to her right. At the base of an inner wall was a postern, slim and narrow, chiseled out of the rock.

Satoru felt a pull on his arm, his little wife leading him towards the wall. “Princess? You okay?” She kept mum, not saying a peep as she walked him down the narrow path, assuming the lead. Her grasp was firm for someone so small. He didn’t fight and allowed himself to be conducted by her guiding hand. The chasm split in two like a cleft palate. She chose the left fork and pressed onward, past the small seamounts amassed from centuries of seismic activity and magma, past the forests of teeming seaweed and coral. Another left turn. Made a right. Walked through the mouth of a cave, dark and sinister, stalagmite-like protrusion jutting downwards like rows of carnivorous fangs. They became swallowed by the dimness where sunlight couldn’t penetrate.

And there it was.

You could’ve read it straight from the page of a movie script; the third Sukuna finger, shriveled and spindly, lying flat atop a sediment slab like a tribute, a film of skeletal-white sealing wax gauzed around it, perfectly intact. Staying submerged in the saline water seemed not to have altered its appearance whatsoever.

That was all there was inside. No cursed womb. No eighteen missing bodies, their flesh splitting open from being under thirty feet of saltwater like soft-boiled eggs. No hoard of hungry ghouls or freakish beings lurking behind, waiting to pounce. Just the cursed object. Just an index belonging to the strongest sorcerer-turned-curse who ever lived.

Satoru huffed out a laugh. “Well, that was easy.”

Way too easy. Gojo paused a minute for something to jump out at them, block their exit, or both, but neither happened. The finger stayed put on the slab. He leaned over to pick it up.

THAMES.

Hannah also reached out, and Satoru, half spooked, immediately seized her hand.

“Woah there, Hoss, leave that to me.” Hannah wasn't listening and reached out again. With more force, Satoru pulled her back from the undisturbed finger. “Oi, what’s gotten into you?” She looked out of it almost, hazel eyes listless and vacant, reaching for the cursed object the more he tried pulling her away. He grabbed her by the shoulders. “Hannah?” Started shaking. “I said enough.” He could see perfectly in the dark. Her pupils were fully dilated, indicating the lights were on, but nobody was home. She wasn’t paying attention and hadn’t spoken a word the whole time, hand grappling for the finger. “Hannah!”

“Huh? Wha?” Hannah came to, snapping out of whatever stupor befell her. She rattled her head and blinked confusedly. “Oh, um, sorry. I'm not sure…I thought I heard…” She swung around.

Perplexed, Satoru also spun himself around, but saw only the cave. “Heard what?”

“Nothing,” Hannah said, hand on her forehead, perhaps feeling a tad dizzy. “I can’t remember.”

Satoru cupped a palm over her cheek and took a moment to study his young wife. Her pupils were back to normal and she appeared unharmed, but her recent behavior left a bad taste in his mouth. A constrict of worry tightened around his chest. He couldn’t relay what just happened, but he knew the sooner he got Hannah out of there, the better.

“C’mon, let’s leave. This place gives me the creeps.”

Hurriedly, Satoru took the finger and stuffed it in his jean pocket, and encouraged Hannah to grasp his hand.

She did.

Kumari painstakingly examined the newly found Sukuna finger, flipping it over at every angle, searching for any indication it wasn’t the real thing or a fluke; decoys weren’t outside the realm of possibility. However, the sealing wax encased around it would’ve been near impossible for non-humans to replicate. No signs of crackage. No tearing. Oh yes, this finger belonged to Sukuna alright. She could practically smell the evil on it like raw sewage.

The cursed object specialist showed her displeasure, glaring daggers at the infernal thing. Kumari didn’t want a repeat episode the last time she brought a Sukuna finger inside her house, and had raised hell in getting the higher-ups to approve her research at Jujutsu High. “This isn’t your grandpa’s grade-4 level sorcery. What’s wrong with you people?” Good news was she didn’t have to take them home with her anymore. Bad news was she’d have to drive down to Jujutsu High to study the damn object at the risk of bumping into her in-laws. Well, beggars can’t be choosers. Her family’s safety was most important. All there was left to do now was box the finger up and pray no surprises trickled in.

Kumari placed the digit inside and closed the lid of her sealing box, clasping the latches, utilizing her cursed technique to “lock” the compartment, only for Satoru to intervene.

“Actually, give it to me.”

She blinked, holding the box. “You sure? This doesn’t exactly make a good table centerpiece.”

“There’s a room in my house meant for keeping cursed objects like this under wraps. The sealing wax hasn’t peeled off yet, so it shouldn’t cause issues. I’ll give it to the higher-ups first thing in the morning.”

The arms-dealer eyed him coolly but nodded. Satoru showed no signs of concern. He was right, of course, the Gojo estate was imbued with powerful protective charms and spells, capabilities far exceeding those in her modern, three bedroom townhouse. It was designed for housing dangerous artifacts. Plus, he was the strongest. Though that didn’t explain what Satoru planned on doing with it.

“Why not give it to them as soon as we land?” she inquired.

The strongest took the box from her hands. “I want to check something,” he answered, tucking it under his arm like it wasn’t a problem.

Kumari didn’t question further. When Satoru had an agenda, there was no sense in arguing. His eyes were fixated on Hannah standing beside her cousin, both their backs to them, staring out into the wide, endless sea, chatting as Nanami maintained distance. Hannah’s long auburn hair shone like shimmering waves of amber silk in the pretty sun.

“It'll be fine,” Kumari heard the Six Eyes wielder whisper.

He’d regret those words for the rest of his life.

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#gojo takes a wife #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk fanfic #gojo x oc #satoru x oc #japan

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To be fair to Buttons and Swede, at least they have two different things going on with the blond. Buttons' hair is super long, dirty blond, balding on top and the beard, and while Swede has the shoulder length, bright blond with headband going on. Maybe they could've made the Buttons less blond or something. But the Swede needed to be blond. Without that wig, you can't hide the fact the actor from Boston. Even with the accent, he clearly looks like a man from Boston to me. The wig helps the accent hide the Bostonian.

yeah it’s not like the Exact same long blond hair but i’ve seen people who are watching the show for the first time or people who have only seen a few episodes get them confused and i can’t really blame them. but you’re right like the character designs fit the characters so well. honestly the only thing i can really think to do to change their character designs is to change the basic description of who each character is??

like the swede is “comedic relief with a heavy swedish accent” but i guess if you changed swedish to like. idk german? ugh no see the problem is it has to be a european country bc the whole joke is the accent and if they did that with a character from africa or asia that would be Bad. but if you pick one of the countries that had a big role in colonization it’s like. well that joke is already made every time we show ships from that country (the french, the spanish, the british, and the dutch) so it doesn’t work. and irish/scottish accents are already on the ship so you can’t make a joke there (also making a joke of either of those accents when anti-colonization and specifically Anti-Britain are consistent themes in the show would be a bad move). and now we’re running out of european accents that im capable of discerning so like for the purposes of this american show he kinda ends up swedish just by process of elimination. and then you’re right, he needs the blond wig

or idk i guess they could’ve made buttons a different type of Crazy Old Sailor. he could’ve been like, a heavyset old man with a glass eye and a missing limb who sits in a rocking chair and smokes a pipe all day. or they could’ve shaved his head and covered his scalp in tattoos?? that would’ve been sick actually but idk if that works for buttons, would’ve given his character a different vibe

idk i’m also just very familiar with buttons and the swede as they are and i don’t want to think about alternate versions of them lol. buttons especially like that’s my gender, don’t get rid of him :(

i mean whatever tho it’s a small pet peeve anyway it doesn’t actually bother me that much

#ask #anon #mine #nathaniel buttons #the swede #txt #og

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monthly word count - december

Monthly word count - DecemberTOTAL: 5 467 POSTED: nope IN PROGRESS -Bleach: suburban OT4 (4 024 words) -Naruto: cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO (1 438 words) -Bleach : pack fuckening ABO (5 words =_= BUT! i plotted things out. why is getting grimmjow dicked down so complicated.) qsdgnbsghhh.

Suburban OT4 -- "Oh, oh, I almost forgot, give me the little brush, I've got to touch up my eyebrows." "Oh! You do your eyebrows too! That must make your eyes look so much greener!" Orihime peers at her face as Nelliel cautiously applies brush to brow, leaning close. "They're already somewhat green--" "Green-gray-hazel-whatever," Nelliel replies, and then -- she can't help it, she smirks. "Usually I also dye downstairs but considering I can't see it right now--" "Nel-chan!" Orihime splutters, cheeks blooming a beautiful coral pink. Nelliel doesn't know how she does it, how she looks so adorable -- so ravishable -- the more flustered she is, but... "--I'm not gonna ask you to dive down and do it for me," Nel finishes, just for the pleasure of seeing her lower lip jut out with a tremble in pouty, embarrassed protest. -- Ichigo has had a very long day at school. His kids were demons, he had to supervise two after-class clubs unexpectedly, and the director made unsatisfied little hums every other sentence during their noon meeting. He has had a long day, he is sweaty, he is grumpy, and he is very glad that Orihime and Nel have decided to take Kazui to the park, because it means nobody will barge in when he sets up camp under the shower and simmers down for a half-hour or so. Okay, maybe just ten minutes, because the water pipes situation is still shit and the leaks and the guests have already made their bill skyrocket. But fuck it. It's that or smoking a joint, and he hasn't had access to that stuff since college, or whenever the last time Rukia visited was. He gets rid of his shoes, his jacket, his socks, his button-up shirt, and marches up to the bathroom in shorts and a tanktop, towel at the ready. He yanks open the door to find a naked man sitting on a stool, stained towel draped over his shoulders and falling down his back so that Ichigo only sees, oh, maybe an inch and a half of ass crack in between the bottom of the towel and the stool. The gluey-blue, slick mess on his bowed head and the shoulders-waist ratio indicate that this is Grimmjow and not a random stranger come to indecently expose himself to Ichigo's faucets, so he doesn't screech somehow. The way Grimmjow curls forwards, back rounded under the towel, head bowed-- "What the hell are you doing?" Grimmjow doesn't even bother to straighten up, just sneaks him a glance from the very corner of his eye over his toweled shoulder. "What, did you think my pubes were blue naturally?" Ichigo might, perhaps, screech a little bit. Or choke. Or something. He's sure it doesn't warrant that fucking look. "I never saw your pubes! How the hell should I know?!" "Oh right," the man muses, finally deigning to tilt his head back, neck arched, to look at him with perfect unconcern. His eyebrows are glued together by dye too, and he should look ridiculous, but his lack of concern is so total that he actually-- "You wanna?" Ichigo slams the door so hard when he storms out of the bathroom that it bounces off and opens wide again, so he has the great fortune of being able to hear, before he locks himself away inside his room, that fucking asshole Grimmjow go "Hehehe" to himself like a smug tool. -- Naruto - Cherry Wine - ABO -- "Izuna?" "When I mentioned the two attacks didn't fit together," Izuna said, staring down at the rather simple knot he was fiddling with. "Yes?" "He implied he didn't understand why I thought so." "Hm?" "He was lying." Izuna looked up to meet his eyes, red and whirling; tugged him into a quick flash of a genjutsu, perfect memory of every twitch and tell, highlighted with echoes and echoes of older, similar memories. "And nervous about it." "...Ah." Madara's pleasant mood started to sink. Their omega was gone now, too far to hunt down and demand answers out of. "He knows more than he shared," Izuna concluded, tssking in annoyance. "Not like he did it, but--" "Knows who did -- suspects who did, and won't share that." Madara scowled. The token was tied securely and didn't fall after an annoyed tug; he took in a deep breath of that scent, reminding himself of... pleasure, touching, so much skin-to-skin contact. It wasn't like he'd forgotten Tobirama was a Senju, with different allegiances. He didn't owe them the truth in full. Madara could want to fuck him and not trust him. "Let's go," he ordered, straightening his back, letting a scowl settle on his face. Izuna fell into step with him, and they went.

#teaser #ABO quest

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Touhou Ship Week 2023 Day 6: Conflict

The moment that Sannyo walked through the door that night, Misumaru knew the ensuing conversation was going to be deeply awkward. The fact of the matter was that both women loved each other rather dearly, being on the older side by Gensokyo’s standards meant they had a lot in common and enjoyed talking to each other more than anything. They’d even moved in together recently, which was not something either of them had taken lightly. So what was the issue?

It was that damn cave. The Rainbow Dragon Cave, the place where dragon gems were harvested to create ability cards. Those gems were a resource far older than Gensokyo itself; in fact, they were instrumental in the creation of magatama, a fairly potent artifact that could copy a portion of a portion’s soul for safekeeping, whether it be their memories, feelings, or even their powers. Misumaru thought this power wasn’t something to be trifled with, and yet those in charge of the market were doing just that, trifling. Sure, she’d participated in the market once, but she had a very clear purpose; she was investigating. And now that she was done, she wanted no part in it.

Sannyo, meanwhile, didn’t really mind that these caves were being stripped of an ancient, powerful resource just to give cheap paper powers. Rather, she saw the card trade as a whole to be an incredible boon for the region where she lived and worked, improving the economy twice over. And she wasn’t sure whether that would be the case if those cards didn’t have some semblance of power to them; after all, folks in Gensokyo tended to be rather obsessed with their own ability to beat someone in a one-on-one fight, so cashing in on that just made sense in her eyes.

Needless to say, the couple were at an impasse on the topic, and neither seemed willing to budge. They were able to get past it relatively well enough by just not talking about it with each other, though now that Sannyo was walking in with a new set of ability cards and a small sack of money, Misumaru figured it would only be a matter of time before she slipped up, said something stupid, and caused another conversation over it. She was going to try to focus on anything else in the meantime, better than another one of those conversations.

“Good evening, Misumaru,” Sannyo said with a light groan as she walked over to their kitchen. “How’s your day been going?”

“Rather… swell,” the God responded, her voice slightly strained. “Is something amiss?”

“Not currently. I just had a rough day of work.” Sannyo leaned against a wall, sighed, and reached for her tobacco pipe. “That trio of tengu got rowdy again today. I swear they have to have it out for me or something, or maybe even that tanuki friend of mine.”

“That’s the unfortunate thing about tengu society,” Misumaru responded. “Exceptionalism to a fault, I’d say. That’s just a trio who took that mentality and ran with it unquestioningly. It’s frustrating.”

“I’ll say.” Sannyo took a quick smoke. “So how has today gone for you, dear?”

“Well enough, honestly. Spent most of today catching up with my fellow deities and assorted old folks. Lot of people around here don’t exactly look their age, y’know.”

“Oh, of course, I know that well.” Sannyo half-laughed and moved to sit near Misumaru, shuffling the cards she was holding. “So tell me about how that went.”

“Hmm… well, I started it off by having a little chat with Yukari. You know of her, right? We had a simple conversation about how Reimu’s doing?”

“Reimu? The shrine maiden?”

“Yes, her. I’m regretting not having gotten involved in her life sooner, because sheesh, she is… a mess. You know how long it took me to convince her I wasn’t involved with the tengu during that whole card incident? More than a while! I think that girl gets too caught up in her own head and it leads to her getting too stubborn. She’s… what, 20 years old now? But she acts like a headstrong teenager, it’s ridiculous.”

“I mean, the difference between 20 and 19 isn’t that big, Misumaru, cut the girl some slack.”

Misumaru shrugged, sighed, and slumped in her seat. She supposed Sannyo had a point, but that didn’t mean it had to feel good to admit it. She really just wanted the best for Reimu, to see that shrine maiden who wielded one of her finest creations become the best damn shrine maiden she could be. It was just frustrating seeing her stagnate in her eyes, that was all. So what if she were a bit dramatic about it?

“But… yes, we just talked and… that was about it. We talked about Reimu like I said, about recent incidents…”

“Oh, recent incidents? Which ones?”

“Oh, you know. Mostly the…”

There was a pause. Misumaru knew exactly which incident they were talking about; it was the card incident. But unfortunately, she just walked herself right into a trap. She was gonna have to talk about this now, Sannyo could tell when she was lying; dealing with people constantly bluffing in gambling made her rather observant. All she could really do was delay it, but would that even be worth it?

“...Misumaru? Are you there?”

Damn it, Sannyo noticed. Looekd like she had no choice after all.

“...we were talking about the card incident. And how it seems to have died down since Chimata took back control of the market. Ability cards might finally start slowing down…”

“...hmm.”

Just then, Sannyo’s eyes seemed to perk open. Misumaru glanced at her in confusion; what made her so alert all of a sudden?

“Ah, that reminds me. Thank you for bringing that up, I wanted to show you something. Here, look at these cards.”

Sannyo finally held up the cards she was holding and showed them to Misumaru. The god leaned forward to look closer at them; yep, they sure looked like ability cards, though… something was up with them. They looked… cheap. Flimsy, actually.

“...what’s the issue with these?”

“Take one out. Don’t worry about damaging it.”

Misumaru obliged and picked a random one, lifting it and holding it up to her face to analyze it more closely. Indeed, it was rather cheap and flimsy, but also… powerless. This wasn’t a normal ability card at all; it was a fake. Not a single dragon gem was used in its production.

“Sannyo, this is… a fake card. Why do you have this?”

“To be entirely clear, I still disagree on the issue of the cards,” Sannyo started, “but I get how important this issue is for you. So, I’ve decided to pack it in with the real card trade and move onto the recreational, playing card trade. It’s not as much money, but… well, you being comfortable is important to me, I’m willing to give on that whole thing if it helps you sleep at night.”

Huh. That took a while to sink into Misumaru’s head. So the cards were fake, and Sannyo was… abandoning the card market. For her? That felt… odd to hear, for some reason. Maybe she was expecting something a bit more dramatic, like an actual fight; not that she wanted one, but it felt odd for their little conflict to just… end like this. Maybe even a little awkward, but…

“...really? For me, you really didn’t-”

“Hey, some extra money isn’t worth the strain in our relationship. You deserve to be happy too, don’t forget.”

“...right. Of course.” Misumaru closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and worked to regain her composure. “I thank you, Sannyo. Truly.”

“Of course. For now, I think I’m ready to head off to bed. Ready to turn in, too?”

Misumaru didn’t even need to say anything. She just nodded and stood off, and Sannyo proceeded to head off toward their shared room with the god in tow. Sheesh, even if that conversation didn’t get heated, just the thought of it was enough to stress her out. At the very least this chapter in their relationship was over and they’d be able to move onto simpler, happier topics.

Like whether Sannyo should quit smoking. That certainly won’t cause any issues.

#thshipweek #touhou #touhou project #東方project #slash #fanfic #misumaru tamatsukuri #sannyo komakusa

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CRASH AND BURN™︎

fem!oc x preston garvey

in which a strange girl shows up in the commonwealth to tell the minutemen that an old enemy is rising up from the capital wasteland, and they’re not just coming for kicks and giggles. oh, and an unassuming second-in-command manages to catch her silver eye, even on the brink of war.

❝ if this is what it feels like to fall for you, garvey, i don’t want to stop until i crash and burn ❞

this is chapter seven. full chapter masterlist can be found here.

TW: angst, vague sickness

❝ LIES ❞

Vault 62, DC, Capital Wasteland

Aug 7, 2287, 2200

— HEARTLEY AND SCOUT STOOD IN THE HALLWAY IN SILENCE, AHEAD OF THE DOOR THAT LEAD TO THEIR SMOKING CLOSET. They could faintly hear the voices of the others inside.

Heartley brushed her hair over her shoulder, glancing back at Scout. His deep brown eyes were fixed to the floor, an empty look on his face.

She sucked in a breath. “Just tell me when you’re ready to go inside.”

He nodded, running a hand through his messy brown curls. The redness around his eyes and nose had long faded, and as of now, there was no evidence that he’d ever cried. The cuts on his face were all clean and butterfly stitched — he looked normal. He looked like normal Scout. Not like a Scout that just broke down in Heartley’s arms, that’d just drunkenly poured all of his pain and suffering out on her lap for her to sift through. He looked normal.

“I’m ready,” He stated, averting her gaze by looking at the ground. She nodded and turned, clicking the release on the door.

As soon as it slid open, the voices quieted.

“I thought you guys would never show up,” Jericho muttered.

Heartley and Scout stepped in, closing the door behind them. All of their friends were already positioned around the room per usual. Jericho and Markus were standing against the shelves on opposite sides of the room. Simon, Tuesday, and Mercury were all sitting in chairs, the latter in the middle, and Chicago was sitting in the floor against the shelves, right across from the door.

Eight. Eight instead of nine.

“Simon said you guys needed to tell us something,” Markus piped up. Scout proceeded to a chair next to Chicago and plopped down in it.

Heartley brushed her hair back, glancing up at Simon, who was already looking at her. Everyone stared at one another for a minute until she sighed.

“Simon and I went to confinement for breaking into the security terminal,” She stated. The only one who had a little reaction was Tuesday, who turned and gaped at his twin. Everyone else stayed silent. “We searched through the reports to see if the Vault door had been opened, for Riot to leave, but… they have budged since we got here. Which means…”

“Riots probably dead,” Markus deadpanned, eyes trailing to the floor as soon as Heartley looked up at him. “Either that or he did something so bad he can’t even tell Scout.”

Heartley looked down, the sudden weight that Riot was actually, probably dead crashing down on her head like a tidal wave. She only glanced up when she heard someone sniffling, and her eyes landed on Chicago, who had started to cry. Her hands were over her face, and Scout’s left hand was in her hair, stroking it.

“There’s more,” Heartley continued, grabbing everyone’s attention again. “We read through the incident reports and found some… interesting stuff. First off… Riot got in a fight with my mom, apparently, and no one ever told me about it. The day he disappeared.” She explained. “And… Jericho, it said you caused some kind of disturbance on the second floor of the atrium later that same day, but got knocked out. And that you didn’t wake up until it was time for you to leave confinement.”

Jericho shifted against the shelves as everyone’s gazes landed on him, eyes flicking around the room warily. “I… don’t remember what happened, or why I was there. I just remember waking up,” He mumbled. “And being sick for the rest of the day.”

“That’s exactly what the report said. That you didn’t remember,” Heartley continued. “And the last one, that…”

She glanced over at Tuesday and Simon, the former of which was staring at her, like he knew exactly what she was going to talk about. His dark eyes were wide, pleading with her.

“-That… Chicago got busted with cigarettes,” She stated, glancing between Simon and Tuesday. Simon sent her a questioning glare, and she shrugged. Tuesday’s expression softened.

“None of this helps us get any closer to the truth about Riot,” Markus stated, standing up straighter. “Unless your mom knows something, Heartley, we’re all just putty in Alec’s hands.”

“I’ll ask her,” She stated. Everyone watched her with heavy irises, the thickness of Riot’s supposed death hanging in the air like smoke. Jericho slid down into the floor, lacing a hand in his hair. Chicago kept crying and Scout kept trying to comfort her. Mercury, Tuesday, and Simon were all staring off into space, and Markus…

It hurt Heartley when she saw his hopeless expression, his empty multicolored eyes full of grief and pain. She glanced around at her friends. “But we will find out what happened to Riot. Not for Alec. For us.”

Only Jericho, Scout, and Markus glanced up at her, but she called it good enough and turned to leave the closet. Someone latched onto her hand before she could, and turning back, it was Jericho. “Can I come with you?”

She nodded, and he rose from the floor. She sent one last glance to her friends around the room, sighed heavily, and walked out with Jericho hot on her heels.

“Do you really think Riot is… dead?” He muttered as they walked down the residential hallways. Heartley sucked in a deep breath, only glancing back at him for a moment. His big, innocent brown eyes made her groan.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what going on, I don’t know who’s behind it, and I don’t know where Riot is. All signs point to the definite possibility of him getting himself killed and someone covering it up, but we don’t know for sure. He could be… in hiding. Maybe he really got himself into it this time,” She replied.

“What if we found his body? What then?”

“I think we would… wait- what?!” Heartley turned to stare at him, horror apparent on her features as she hissed: “Did you find Riot’s body?!”

“No, no, no. Sorry. Didn’t meant to freak you out. I was just asking,” He replied. He seemed genuine enough, and he wasn’t chuckling or scratching his neck or being shifty-eyed, so she took it as the truth.

“Good grief, Jericho. You know how to make a girl have a heart attack,” Heartley mumbled as they crossed the threshold into the atrium. It was mostly empty now, but few vault dwellers scurried around.

“Are you saying I make your heart skip a beat, M’Lady?”

Heartley rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she walked. She didn’t turn around. “No, I’m saying you cause me pain and make me want to die.”

“Low burn,” He snickered. “I think… I might’ve been the last person to see Riot. He stayed with me a few nights ago. The day I caused a disturbance or whatever… he was with me that morning.”

Heartley hummed as they made their way up the stairs, towards Heartley’s mom’s lab.

“Your mom allowed that?”

“Mom didn’t know,”

Everything was quiet. They turned the corner into the room, and Heartley spotted her mother. Thankfully, she wasn’t dissecting anything, but scribbling on some files at her desk. She glanced up at the pair as they entered, smiling lightly.

“Heartley. I thought you were going to bed?”

The redhead girl suddenly tensed, eyes flicking over to Jericho momentarily. “Yeah. I was. And then… Jericho showed up. Because he…” She could nearly feel herself sweating. “Had a nightmare! He had a nightmare and he was scared.”

“So scared,” He added. Heartley would’ve sent him a glare if her mother wasn’t staring.

“And…” Heartley sighed heavily. “We were walking around the vault, talking, and we overheard some security. They were talking about Riot.”

Her mother straightened, pausing her pen on the page. “Honey?”

“Still no sign of him, but they were talking about something he did before he disappeared. They said… he hurt you. Why didn’t you tell me?” Heartley questioned, leaning against the doorframe. Jericho settled against the other side.

“Oh, Heartley,” She sighed, rising from the desk. “I knew how much he meant to all of you and… I just didn’t think it would do any good to tell you guys. I didn’t want you to think less of him.”

Heartley nodded. “Okay... Did you see or hear anything weird? Alec is still chasing our tails because of this, so… anything you can tell us about Riot that you think might help will be useful.”

Her mother nodded and crossed her arms, getting lost in thought. “I don’t recall anything strange happening other than… I don’t think he was in his right mind. Another spell of drugs, I presumed. I knew he wouldn’t have hurt me if he was in control.”

Heartley sighed, rubbing a hand over her face, when her mother continued: “Jericho, sweetie, are you alright? You look ill.”

Heartley turned to her friend, and indeed, his face was the shade of a sheet of paper. His warm brown eyes were dazed and glazed over. Hadn’t they just been laughing together mere moments ago? She stood up and stepped toward him, but he seemed kinda out of it. “Jericho, what’s going on?”

“I don’t…” He started. Before he could get a whole sentence out, a hand flew up to his mouth, like he was about to vomit. Heartley’s mother kicked the trash bin toward him, and it skidded to a stop just in time for him to kneel down over it.

“Geez, where in the world did this come from?” Heartley questioned, kneeling down by his side and placing a hand on his back. She glanced up at her mother, who was watching them warily, then back at Jericho. “Uh, just take deep breaths. Maybe it’ll pass.”

Jericho reached out for her with his left hand, so she took it. And in a split second his entire body fell limp, collapsing into Heartley without reproach, knocking her from crouching straight onto her butt. She put her arms around him, and it took her a solid five seconds to realize he wasn’t conscious anymore.

Heartley gasped. “Oh my God! Mom!”

Her mother was already in action, grappling for Jericho’s right arm, the one on the other side of Heartley. “Let’s take him to Dr. Jones.”

Heartley stood, helping her mother support Jericho’s weight between the two of them. “How are we gonna get him down the stairs?”

Heartley sighed. Crap, crap, crap.

They maneuvered him out the door, leaving the stairs to be a problem for later. Thankfully, there weren’t many people in the atrium to see Heartley and her mother struggling to drag an unconscious boy down to the medbay. Only an old lady — who Heartley was sure couldn’t see anyhow — someone that had disappeared into the cafeteria, and…

“Markus!” Heartley shouted through the atrium before she could stop herself, catching her best friend mid-stride. She wasn’t sure what he was up to, but as soon as his multicolored irises landed on them, he came darting up the stairs nonetheless.

It only took him a moment to make it to them, eyes worriedly bouncing between them and Jericho. He took the younger boy’s arms off of the women and put one around himself, hiking him off the floor bridal style. “What happened?”

“I don��t know. He was fine and then…” Heartley trailed off. Markus turned and started walking back down to the medbay, both girls trailing behind him worriedly. Jericho’s head was lulling limply against Markus’s shoulder, the rest of his frame unmoved, and the sight made Heartley’s chest tighten.

They walked in, and the lights were out. Dr. Jones was nowhere in sight. Markus walked straight up to a rolling stretcher and put Jericho down on it.

“Go get Dr. Jones, or Tuesday. Or anybody,” He ordered, pulling the bed to the center of the room. Heartley flicked the lights on for him, just as her mother headed for the door. She left without a trace, hurrying through the atrium and disappearing into the residential sector.

“What did you say happened?” Markus questioned, placing a hand on Jericho’s forehead. He grimaced. “My gosh, he’s on fire.”

“It was so sudden, I don’t know. We were just talking to my mom, then she said he looked sick. Then I thought he was gonna puke, then he just… passed out. All within like, twenty seconds. Don’t fevers usually come on… gradually?”

Markus shrugged. “He could’ve had it all day, for all we know. Didn’t he say he was sick when he woke up in confinement? Maybe he isn’t over it yet.”

“He was confined four days ago,”

Markus shrugged, wary eyes trailing over Jericho’s unconsious face. “Then I don’t know.”

Heartley glanced up, spying her mother walking back into the Atrium with Dr. Jones, Tuesday and Simon hot on his heels, and…

“Oh my God, she got Jericho’s mom,” Heartley stated, glancing around frantically. “Do you have a ring?”

Markus’ lips curved up slightly. “Lose your wedding band?”

“Markus,”

“I don’t have a ring, sorry,”

Heartley had just enough time to put her hands behind her back before the group of five rushed into the room. Jericho’s mother pushed through the crowd toward her son, and Heartley barely had time to back away from the stretcher before she got shoved. She drifted through the room toward Simon, who’s brown eyes stuck on her as she approached.

“She thinks we’re married,” She muttered, trying to move her mouth as little as possible. Instead of being shocked, he replied:

“I know. The only way I could get him out of his room today was to tell her it was a groomsmen party,”

Markus must’ve told him about the whole marriage lie.

Heartley ran a hand over her face. “Crap.”

The three adults were practically running circles around the bed while the four children stood off to the side. Heartley could hear her mother blabbing and blabbing about what happened, and Jericho’s mother kept getting angrier and angrier.

“Why was he with you? He was supposed to be with the groomsmen, no?” She questioned, crossing her arms. Heartley’s mother glanced over at her.

“Groomsmen? Who’s groomsmen?”

“Your daughter and her husband!”

Heartley’s mother looked at her again, this time, with an are you serious glare. Her daughter chuckled nervously.

“Yeah, he… he was at the party but then he… he…” She murmured, glancing over at Simon for help.

“Really? Because I was told he had a nightmare,” Her mother interjected, crossing her arms. Heartley’s eyes flicked to Jericho, who was being worked on by Dr. Jones, Tuesday now hovering close by.

“And where are your wedding rings?” Jericho’s mom continued. Heartley glanced down at her hand, then down at Simon’s.

“Uh… wedding rings are so last year, am I right? Now we just… uh…”

“… Share a lab coat!” Simon interrupted, pointing at the coat Heartley was wearing.

“Share a lab coat…” She repeated. Her mother’s expression was growing darker by the second.

“Funny. I could’ve swore I’d have been invited to my own daughters wedding,” The woman spoke bitterly, leaning her weight on one hip.

Heartley scratched the back of her neck. “Would you believe a shotgun wedding?”

“Not in the slightest,”

Jericho’s mother seemed to catch up. “You kids have been lying to me to steal away my son! Despicable!”

“Heartley, I think it’s time we go to our room,” Her mother said, her tone growing to match her angry eyes. Heartley bowed her head with a nod.

“Thanks for trying,” She whispered to Simon, who nodded. She started to take the lab coat off, but he stopped her.

“I’ll get it back another time, your mom looks like she’ll blow a gasket if you wait another millisecond.”

She nodded with a smile, then followed her mother out of the medbay.

The walk to their quarters was tense and silent. Heartley wanted nothing more than to run and hide, but alas, you could hardly do that living in a vault. She followed her mother down the hallways and into their room.

The little living room and kitchen combo was small, but livable, decorated with fifties style furniture, appliances, and decor. There was a small hallway that housed two bedrooms and a bathroom. Heartley’s mother stopped in the living room and sat down on their yellow, musty couch.

“I want to hear everything. The entire truth, right now,” She ordered. Heartley sighed, plopping down in the red chair across from her.

“Mom-“

“Now, Heartley,” She ordered. Heartley sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“It’s all happened… today,” Heartley sighed, glancing down at her feet, fiddling with the cuffed sleeves of the lab coat. “It was when Markus and I went to Mercury’s quarters that Scout showed up. He… was going through withdrawals from being in confinement since the fifth. But he couldn’t find Riot, his dealer. Come to think of it, none of us had seen him.”

Her mother watched her intently as she continued to speak: “We took care of Scout first, bringing him down to Tuesday for some addictol. We were all in the Medbay when Alec showed up and decided to let us have it with his words. Threatening us. He punched Scout and made Simon cry and said if we didn’t have a location of Riot for him by the weekend, he’d put us all in confinement. He kept insisting that Riot may have left the vault for some reason.”

Heartley tapped her fingers on her pants. “So… after I talked to you for a little bit in your lab, I told you I was going to bed, but… I went to check on Simon. And then we started taking and…” She bowed her head even lower. “We got Bela Devaroux to distract the guards so we could break into the security terminal, to see if the vault had been opened recently. And… it hadn’t. So we realized Riot still has to be inside. But… then we got caught and were in confinement for, like, two hours.”

“Honey…”

“We read some of the reports on the terminal, too, trying to get a handle on something. All we got was that Riot… hurt you. Four days ago. Jericho caused a disturbance… three days ago, but he doesn’t remember anything. Chicago got busted for cigarettes almost a week ago, and Tuesday and Scout got locked up for pounding Scout’s abusive father,” She explained, sighing. “After we got out of confinement, we went to tell everybody what we found. That’s where the marriage thing came in… Markus shouted it and I went along with it because Jericho’s mother would’ve said no otherwise. We… decided that Riot may actually be dead. And we thought that you might remember something of use from when he hurt you, so I decided to come ask. Jericho wanted to come with me, so I let him. And that leads to now.”

Her mother nodded, sighing deeply. “Did any of you even bother to ask who the last one was to see Riot?”

“Jericho said it was him. He slept over with him a few nights ago — the night before Jericho caused his disturbance, or whatever. I haven’t asked anyone else, though, Simon and I kinda jumped right into detective mode.”

“Heartley, sweetie…” Her mother sighed, rising from the couch and approaching the chair her daughter was in. She knelt in front of it. “I know how badly it must feel for one of your friends to disappear. I couldn’t even imagine the confusion, and anxiety…”

Heartley’s eyes trailed down to the floor.

“I’ll talk to Alec, try and get him off your tails, if I can. But you have to do your part. I need you to apologize to Jericho’s mother and leave the investigation to the professionals before you and your friends dig yourselves a hole I can’t talk you out of. Respect your friend’s parents and their rules. The group is a little tense right now as it is. Can you do that for me, hon?”

Heartley sighed, running a hand across her face. “Yes. I’m sorry. I just don’t want…”

For the first time since the first mention of Riot’s disappearance, Heartley’s eyes began to burn. “I don’t want Riot to be dead, mom.”

Her mother leaned forward and wrapped her daughter in a protective embrace. “I know, sweetheart. I don’t, either.”

Heartley hugged her back, finally allowing the disappearance and death of their best friend weigh fully on her shoulders. She let her mother hold her, crying like a child who’d just lost one of their best friends. Because she was.

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