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robinsno1lesbian · 1 year

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oh oh oh i have an idea, imagine roommate!robin coming home and catching reader masturbating and moaning her name , could it pleeeaasssee end in smut 🫣

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝐑.𝐁.

roommate!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2444

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), masturbation, getting caught, fingering, kind of fluffy-ish in the end, that wasn't even intentional but i hope you don't mind lmao, not proofread

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: thank you so much for all the requests!!! i can't wait to write them! anyway, i should be studying right now because i have plenty of exams coming up but i guess that can wait- also this is kind of a modern au because my silly brain added wireless headphones- anyway new au unlocked??? roommate robin...?

ever since you've moved in with your new roommate, she's been all you could think about.

things could have been easy; you could've gone to college, focus on your courses, and graduated top of the class just like you always imagined. that's what you've worked so hard for.

but then you met your new roommate and all those plans had been thrown out of the window, replaced by the sweet image of her.

of robin buckley.

she is as old as you are, but therefore much taller.

her height immediately had you thinking about what it might be like to kiss her. if she would lean down or if you'd have to get on the tip of your toes to do so.

if her strong arms would hold you and, if so, what that might be like.

a hundred different thoughts all at once, just from the first sight of her.

it obviously doesn't get better the more you get to know her.

she's the kind of roommate who puts effort into really knowing you, that much you can tell.

she waits for you to finish breakfast, helps you with the cooking, and plans movie nights for the two of you.

you appreciate that she is as caring but, god, that woman is driving you crazy.

the way her arm finds its way around your shoulder while you're sitting on the couch, her body, and the way it looks when she's cleaning up the apartment in nothing but a pair of shorts and a sports bra...

when she's around it's almost like you're a whole new version of yourself, almost like a teenager who is falling in love all over again.

except that that can't be, right?

but even when she isn't, her presence somehow has a hold on you and it lingers long after she has left your side.

it gets even worse when finals are right around the corner. a time when you have to focus and really can not afford to get distracted.

but it's not like your emotions seem to care much about that; even when you're seated behind your desk with a massive pile of notes spread out before you, your mind keeps wandering.

you can't help yourself but imagine her behind you, with both hands on your shoulder, squeezing ever so slightly.

you exhale shakily at that image your mind is creating.

it's almost like you can actually hear her voice, whispering into your ear:

"oh you've worked so hard already, haven't you? you're all tensed...here let me help..."

you groan and slam your palm onto the tabletop frustrated, an attempt to get the imaginary robin away from you.

"shit, shit, shit"

you press the heel of your hands over your eyes and shake your head energetically.

what's the point of this anyway? the imaginary robin has been right about one thing: your whole body is tensed and your mind is exhausted from taking in all the information.

circumstances under which studying is impossible.

and besides, a wicked idea has crept its way into your mind that might help you with stress relief.

you let your gaze wander over the notes one last time before you shake your head and get up, peeling off clothing pieces as you walk toward the bed.

when you drop yourself onto the covers, you're in nothing but your underwear.

you don't even bother to lock the door. robin has gone on a run and you know she won't be back so soon, giving you the perfect opportunity.

your eyes flutter shut when you let your fingertips run down your body, over the curve of your breasts, all the way down to your hipbone.

you exhale loudly, feeling your muscles relax against your touch.

when your hand reaches the hemline of your panties, you take one look back at your chair, thinking back to robin.

what would have happened if that little scenario had been real, you wonder.

would she help you relax? would she kiss down your spine the way you want her to, her lips soft against your skin?

would she spread her thighs apart with her palms before bringing her lips to where you need her the most?

it's almost like you can feel her hands on you, fingers trailing down your hips until all the way to your pussy.

a whimper falls from your lips when your hand cups you through your panties, a wet spot already leaking through the thin fabric.

you push yourself further into the bed, with one hand still between your thighs while the other is massaging your breasts softly.

even though you could probably tease yourself for hours, you know this is not the time -considering all the work that's left to do.

you bring your fingers down to your entrance and your eyes immediately roll back when you feel them starting to penetrate you.

⋆

robin is still wearing her headphones, music blasting into her ears when she enters the apartment.

it has started raining outside and -to avoid a cold- she has chosen to return back to your shared apartment.

she knows her roommate is studying, so she closes the door as quietly as possible.

she puts away the keys and kicks her shoes off before walking into the living room.

while she walks, she pushes the headphones off her ears.

but when her feet carry her further into the apartment and past the hallway that leads to both of your rooms, she is caught completely off guard.

the noise that just came from your door most definitely doesn't sound like studying.

she stops in her tracks and turns her head slowly as if to make sure that she did not just imagine that.

she hasn't.

a breathy moan echoes through the apartment. the apartment, from which you seem to think that it's empty, robin concludes.

she inhales slowly, her eyes widened at the noise.

robin has always wondered what you might sound like.

she knows that this is so wrong. that she should do something -anything- to let you know that you're no longer alone.

maybe close the door with more force again or clear her throat.

but she doesn't. she wants to, she really does, but she physically can not turn away.

she walks towards your door slowly, somehow hungry to hear more.

hearing your pretty moan has sent a wave of heat right to her center and robin is dying to know where this might go.

your door isn't fully closed, leaving a small gap that allows her not just to listen but also to see what is going on behind it.

and what she sees takes her breath away.

⋆

you're spread out on your bed. you have chosen to ditch your panties as well, giving yourself even better access to your throbbing cunt.

your head is thrown back and pleasure rushes through your veins with every curl of your fingers.

with both eyes still closed, you can't help yourself but imagine robin's pretty face lingering above yours.

the moans leave your lips almost automatically at this point and you don't even bother to try to hold them back.

the squelching sounds from your center echo through the room and you can quite literally feel just how wet you are -how wet the thought of robin manages to get you.

"oh yes-" you exhale. "fuck yes- robin"

her name feels so good on your lips. almost like you can taste the shape of each letter on your tongue.

you can feel your orgasm approaching now, the hot coil tightening more and more with every stroke of your hand.

you roll your hips against yourself, chasing the height in desperate need for your release.

but just when you think it's about to wash over you, you hear the noise of a creaking door and it vanishes into nothingness.

your eyes fly open, only to find that your door has been pushed open.

and behind it stands robin herself, her eyes wide in shock, but also something entirely different.

instinctively, you close your legs and remove your hand from your panties. it is almost painful, this close to your orgasm.

"oh- god" you choke out. "robin i- fuck"

she must have heard. there is no way that she didn't.

"y/n" robin whispers. "holy shit"

it takes a second for you to understand but when it hits you, you're just as surprised as you are turned on; that is most definitely arousal in her voice.

you bite your lower lip and she watches you for a second of complete silence.

when she finally speaks, you are delighted by her words.

"look you can tell me if I'm mistaken and i swear I'll leave but-"

she crosses her arms ad leans against the doorframe, a gesture that has you clenching around nothing.

"was that my name you were calling just now pretty girl?"

your jaw drops at her bluntness but your head is already nodding before your mind can even catch up on what is happening.

"want me to join you?"

"please"

you don't even have time to fully register it; one second she's leaning against the doorframe and the next she's crawling towards your very much exposed body.

you sit up when she reaches you, gladly welcoming her soft hands on your neck.

"can i kiss you?" robin whispers. the rasp in her voice is even more prominent when she gets like this.

you nod and add a little "yes", and then her lips meet yours.

this is everything you've ever dreamed of in those months of liking her from afar.

but now, with her lips on yours and her hands on you, it is better than in any of your little secret fantasies.

you are far too gone to care when you part your lips, practically begging for her tongue.

robin gets the hint and the kiss grows more passionate as her tongue begins roaming your mouth.

the sinful moan that erupts from your throat is music to her ears and she presses against you suggestively, signalizing for you to lay back again.

your eyes go a little wider but you as you're told.

"t-touch me please"

robin just chuckles in response. "oh don't you worry about that"

her lips meet the skin right below your ear before they wander lower at a fast pace, leaving kisses and light bites wherever they go.

"but i need to see you first" she breathes. "that okay?"

you don't answer. instead, you reach out yourself and unclasp your bra, only to throw it across the room.

robin just stares, her lips parted and her eyes full of lust.

"like what you see?" you manage, the heat between your legs growing even further at the way she's gaping at you.

her head nods slowly and she leans in, kissing the valley between your breasts.

"fuck robin" you cry when her lips wrap around your nipple and suck.

the sensation is nothing compared to what your own fingers can do and you pray that this won't be the only time she'll do this for you.

your fingers curl in her hair and you push her closer to your chest.

"f-fuck me please"

you can feel her stupid little smirk against your skin and roll your eyes in mock annoyance.

"are you sure?" she whispers gently and looks up at you, her chin resting on your breasts.

you lick your lips and nod at her. "i- i want this robin. please-"

"okay, okay. don't worry. i promise I'll make you feel really good okay?"

and you fucking whimper without her even touching you.

that is about to change though, her fingers slowly running down your body all while she never breaks the eye contact.

your lips part and you let out a soft "oh" when her digits reach your needy cunt.

robin's eyes flicker when she feels your wetness against her skin.

"all that for me?"

you rock your hips upwards and nod. the strength to keep your eyes open as left you and all you care about is for robin to finally, finally fuck you.

in any other case, she might have teased some more, to listen to your desperate begging. but now, with your arousal dripping down her wrist robin can't stop herself.

"god, fuck, y/n you're so wet" she moans, your whole body tensing up at the sweet way her voice sounds when she's moaning like that.

finally, she slips a single finger into you, meeting no resistance at all.

you immediately start fucking yourself on her long, delicate fingers, but a hand on your hip steadies you.

"shhh" robin mumbles. "don't worry babe, let me take care of you okay?"

you are already painfully aware that you won't last long like this, but when she thrusts into you for the first time, adding a second finger as she does so, you nearly lose it.

"fuck" you cry out. "oh god, fuck, yes-"

robin chuckles against your skin, her breath hot on you, before pumping into you at a steady but rather slow pace.

this won't do it yet.

she curls her fingers and your legs shake violently. that's much more like it already.

"you're so fucking pretty like this" robin mumbles. "i imagined how you might look like, but god, this is so much better"

you pull her closer, wanting to feel her on you when she makes you cum.

all you can do is mumble a little "hmh" in return.

"and you wanted this too, didn't you?" her fingers pick up their pace. "you wanted to get fucked by me huh? that's why you were calling my name out like that...fuck, y/n...you should've just asked"

you spread your legs a little wider when robin begins rubbing tight circles around your clit.

you can feel your walls flutter around her, sucking her deeper into you.

"robin- gonna cum- please"

"it's okay" she whispers gently. "cum for me baby"

your toes curl and your back arches into her. all you can really control is the way your fist tightens in her hair and pulls her impossibly closer to you.

that tingly feeling that's been building up for way too long explodes and takes over you entirely.

you clench your thighs around her hand while she fucks you through your orgasm.

"robin, robin, robin..." the name keeps falling from your lips softly.

"I'm here...I've got you"

she gently pulls her fingers out of you when you have come down from your thighs and crawls up your body again.

your lips meet hers in a searing kiss.

"i really should have asked" you mumble, voice still shaky. "i really like you robin"

she smiles. "i really like you too y/n"

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microwave-core · 3 months

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Girl Dinner

Cynthia x Fem! Reader

Cynthia was always so busy, even during your dates. But every now and then, she finds a way to make it up to you.

“-Yeah, about that… Work’s keeping me late tonight. A new challenger arrived a few minutes ago, so I’m not off the hook until they are gone.”

“Oh, I see… Well, I’ll be waiting for you at home, then. Just let me know when you’re on your way so that I can get dinner warmed up for you.”

“You don’t need to do that, babe, I might be out pretty late. I’ll make sure to text when I leave, but don’t feel the need to stay up for my sake.”

You pause, unsure of how to respond for a second. You unconsciously tap the phone next to your ear with your fingers, hoping to hide your disappointment at the unfortunate news your girlfriend bestowed upon you. A quiet sigh passes through your lips, your name coming from the other side of the phone recapturing your attention.

“Hey, I know that we haven’t had time to ourselves recently, but I’ll make sure to spend as much time as possible with you the second I have free time, okay?”

“It’s not your fault that you have to work late, love, but I’ll be looking forward to it… so make sure to kick their ass for me.” Cynthia’s laugh, even muffled through the phone, is enough to bring a smile back onto your face.

“Ha! The kid’s only at Bertha right now, but if they make their way up to me, I’ll make sure to win, just for you. Love you.”

“I love you, too.” Another sigh drops from your lips, as you gently lower your phone to the kitchen counter below. You meant what you said, that it wasn’t her fault she was stuck at work, nor was it her fault for being busy with important archeological studies, nor was there much she could do to stop people from approaching her in public for pictures, or autographs, or battles, or whatnot…

But you couldn’t help but be a little disappointed whenever it happened. You felt bad about it, incredibly bad about it, but you couldn’t fend off the feeling, and Cynthia knew that intimately, as well, and knowing that made you feel a tiny bit worse. The odd pang in your heart weighed down by selfishness.

Because it was selfish to feel that way, in your mind, at least, even if Cynthia told you otherwise. Even when she told you that you’re allowed, if not entitled, to be selfish at times in your relationship, that you have the right to be disappointed when your plans get interrupted, even if it’s not your lover’s fault.

You push yourself away from the counter, wrapping up your girlfriend’s dinner to be placed in the fridge, busy to get your mind off of things for a moment, less you droop over the poor counter feeling bad for yourself until the light of your life came home. The dishes stacked in the sink never seemed so welcoming.

Rolling up your sleeves, you can’t help but let your mind wander back to Cynthia. Thinking about her is a normal activity for you, sure, but when your mind gets muddled with negativity, it’s difficult to trudge out of it in full. Normally, you could distract yourself with thoughts of your wonderful dates, but now it was hard to gleam over how many of them end.

Thinking about the picnic you two had last week, you smile at the memory of how the sun glinted in her eyes and how it reflected, almost blindingly so, off of her blonde hair, and the playful banter you exchanged while laying in the warmth of the sun, both outstretched on the soft blanket below, but you can’t help but remember how it ended, with her receiving a sudden call from work, prompting her to leave suddenly, followed by countless apologies.

You could also think about the times that you went out into town, to get food or to see a movie or to go shopping or to the museum or anything else of note, only to be stopped by fans, approaching with wide smiles and shocked expressions, asking for her attention for a few moments. She made the effort to keep interactions short and sweet, not wanting to take away time for your date, but she was too kind to just shoo them away outright (not that you would ask her to do so).

Arceus above, what you would give to spend time outside with her with no interruptions. Sure, you could always spend time in the confines of your home, where no prying eyes could see you, where you both opened up fully, vulnerable, to one another, and you loved those times immensely, but you would love to explore dates outside of said walls, to date like normal people do, without fame or influence.

Even then, though, you’d still give a lot for her to come home earlier than midnight, whether she be wrapped up in the league or out of the region to look at fancy ruins, to spend time wrapped in each other’s arms, talking quietly in bed, as if the world itself would hear anything above a whisper. To spend time with each other, with no regards to the time slipping you by or the dishes in the sink.

…But, to be fair, there are a lot of things you would rather be doing than putting sponge to dish, then hands under scalding water. It helped time pass, at least, because sooner rather than later, Cynthia would be home, and you’d have her dinner pulled out already, and sit with her as she talks about her day, about this hot shot challenger trying to snatch her crown during the dark of night.

Once she was back, you’d talk all you liked, until you would practically push her to bed, knowing about the weariness that’d settled into her bones from a long day. And for now, that would do. Seeing each other each night and each early morning would hold your attention quota for the time being, and in time you’d both have your chance to pull away from everyone else and focus on nothing but each other, just as your relationship has always gone.

“Are you sure-”

“Yes, I’m positive, everything is going to go perfectly, dear.” Cynthia stands behind you in the mirror, fingers flowing and cutting through your hair. “You look wonderful, by the way.” “You were the one who asked me to dress my best.” You roll your eyes playfully, but are deeply grateful for the compliment. Cynthia was no slouch, either, deliciously black dress hugging her curves, simultaneously showing too much yet too little skin.

“And you delivered, just like you always do.” She shoots a warm smile your way, locking eyes through the mirror’s reflection, before connecting a thin, metal clasp at the base of your neck, the necklace she had bought for you for your first anniversary. She fiddles with it for a second, admiring her work, before pressing a kiss to your temple. “Now then, are you ready? We wouldn’t want to be late for dinner.”

“I’m ready thanks to your finishing touch, yeah.” You nod, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as you exit the bathroom, watching your lover walk to the kitchen and then to the front door, keys in hand. She had told you excitedly the day before about the dinner reservations she had made. It was a fancier place than you were used to, but you couldn’t help the excitement bubbling up in your core.

“Then, let’s get going.” The smile on her face was dangerously contagious, both trodding to the car with pep in your step, albeit with care. It would be an unfortunate end to date night if you were to trip and fall due to clumsiness or a broken heel and end up making out with the concrete of the driveway.

You chat about your day on the drive to the mysterious restaurant she had picked out, having not done so earlier. Typically, that would be the first thing you talked about when both at home, but she was spurring you on to get ready the second she crossed the threshold. It seems like she wanted to keep your mind off of whatever she was planning, and was doing a good job, at the very least, as you have no idea how much time passed between stepping into the car and stepping out of it.

With your hand in hers, she leads you into an elegant building, leading to you admiring the fancy, if not overly expensive, interior, as she talks to the receptionist and, after a short walk, brings you to a table. Looking out the window to your side, you had no idea that you were so high up, off of the ground, until gazing down at the city lights below.

“Well… do you like it? I’ve been looking at this place for some time now, but they’re almost always packed.” Cynthia props herself up on her arm, watching the light twinkling in your eyes.

“It’s beautiful…” The words roll off of your tongue subconsciously. It takes a second to tear your eyes away from the cityscape below and back to your lover, and then to the seats around you. “Are… are we alone?”

“That we are. Getting a room to ourselves wasn’t easy. I had to pull a few strings, but I knew it would be worth it, if nothing but to see your reaction.” Her expression brightens, as if saying ‘and it was worth it’ without needing the words.

Thankfully, the room wasn’t too large, seeming to be a private venue to be rented out. Otherwise, it would have felt much more awkward, surrounded by empty tables as far as the eye could see. And maybe there was a slight, quiet echo whenever you spoke, but it was hard to care at the moment. Not when the world’s most beautiful woman was at your side.

#pokemon x reader #cynthia x reader #fem reader #not super happy with the ending but it works #fun story! i spent like 20 minutes outside yesterday looking at worms and became delirious #i think i have allergies the outdoors are not friendly to me #not the worms tho they were sick watch them wiggle wiggly through the grass #also congrats you and your blonde wife's dishwasher is broken bc mind is #i dont remember how to load a washer by hand it shall be

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burning-academia-if · 9 months

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the mandatory second part of the dressed up ask where the mc comes back from the date upset and/or crying because they either got stood up or the date went terribly and the ros reaction to that?

Part 1

Presenting part 2:

Rook:

He finds you crying. Some of your friends had already found you before, but you’d warded them off immediately and any attempt at comfort had failed. He knows why your friends would then go to him, as though he’d have an easier time at comforting you, but it doesn’t make it true.

Now, he lingers awkwardly at your door as you stare at him with red rimmed eyes. Your tears are silent, and they drip down in the languid way tears do after someone has been crying a while.

“…May I come in?” You let him and when he’s inside it takes a moment for him to place himself. As though he wasn’t there, you wander back to your room and collapse on your bed. “I, uh, heard it was bad but…”

You laugh, voice raw and raspy, “Yeah.”

“How bad?”

Your eyes are on the ceiling and not him. “It reminded me to never get my hope ups.”

“MC…”

“You know I’ve never been close to anyone in my life. I try and try and yet…” You take a shuddering breath. “And whenever I think someone has a genuine interest in me, it turns out they just want to use me.”

Everything blurs, softened by the mess inside his head, “…There really isn’t someone?”

“No Rook. No one ever cared for me.”

And oh how his heart breaks for the hundredth time, he isn’t sure how he still has one left as he watches you stubbornly wipe the tears away. Like the words you spoke should only be objectively fact and not a blade stuck inside you since you were born. He doesn’t know what to say, or if he has a right to say anything. Your words morph in his head.

‘No one ever cared for me.’

‘You never cared for me.’

“I do.” It lays in the space between you, and he doesn’t dwell on how it sounds like a lie to you when it has never been a lie to him. “And besides, I’ve known you my whole life. Someone has to realize how fucking cool you are instead of just me, right?”

Your lips twitch. It isn’t a smile, it isn’t anywhere close but it’s enough.

“Come on, you need a distraction.” He motions towards your discarded laptop. “Come on, let’s watch a shitty movie to make fun or something.”

He stays with you, feeling it isn’t enough. When you fall asleep mid movie he carefully turns it off, only to see a notification. He doesn’t recognize the name but the message informs him this is your supposed date from earlier. Something dark cuts into him, seeing them so readily in front of him.

Instead, he shuts the computer and memorizes the name for later. Just in case.

Beck:

There’s a knock on his door, and the last thing he’s expecting is to see you. You stand there, sheepish, dressed back in your usual clothes, and your bag is on your shoulder, “Last minute, but what to study together?”

He’d seen you earlier, on your way to a date. He isn’t sure how long ago that was but based on the time he doubts you could have already been back so soon.

“Come right in.” He steps aside, keeping a careful eye on you. “Lucky for us, Rook’s out so we won’t have a lot of distractions.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind distractions,” it’s suppose to come off as casual, off handed. But he hears the hitch in your face and pieces start coming together.

He motions towards the couch, “Have a seat. Do you want anything? Rook ate us out of food, but I think I can manage to find something for us to snack on.”

“Oh, no! It’s fine.” You wave him off, but he comes back with the last surviving drinks and snacks anyway. As he spreads them out in front of you both, it’s clear you’re not in the mindset to study, let alone focus on anything.

He bumps your shoulder with his, “You’re not actually here to study, are you?”

The curtains come close on the show you’ve been putting up and your eyes moistened, “…Sorry. It’s been a rough night. I thought studying might help.”

He nods, “Maybe it could, if you were in the right mind to focus.”

“You’re not going to ask?”

“I get the feeling you don’t want to talk about it.”

You press your lips together, looking conflicted. He waits, letting you sort out whatever you need. After a moment, you finally say, “My date didn’t show, so I guess I just wanted to hang out with someone.”

“You don’t have to hide your loneliness.” A stray tear finally falls and he brushes it away without thinking.

His words, his touch, all make your breath stutter, “You’re always too nice.”

“So I’ve heard.” It’s a curse in this moment. To you, Beck is as he always is to everyone. He wonders if it’d make you feel better to know he’s here for you not because of this, but because it’s you.

His hand pulls away and you appear steadier, “So, still up for studying together?”

“Always.” And as time slips by together, it’s like you’ve forgotten what brought you here in the first place.

Rhea:

She’s always been good in an emergency. When she gets the text your back safe, there’s something in the wording that says otherwise. It’s late, she has an early morning, but she grabs a sweater and pulls it over her pjs before she heads out.

When she finds you, you haven’t even made it through your door. Your forehead rests against the wood, hand limp on the handle. There is a tremor to you, and pins and needles run down her arms.

“MC?” She calls softly, and you tense for a moment before pulling away.

You’re not crying, exactly, but it’s clear you’re upset. Your lips part but it takes a second before you can form the sound, “Rhea? Why are you here?”

“Never mind that, let’s get you inside.” There are questions in her head, but they can wait. She knows you had a date today, and she knows it must have went badly. For now, she guides you inside and makes you sit on the couch.

Listless, you sit as she goes into the small kitchen area and grabs a cup and some water. Every motion is quick and sure, only letting her thoughts focus on the tasks at hand.

As she places it in front of you, you blink, “Oh, thank you.”

“Do you want to talk about?” You pick up the water but only stare into the clear liquid. She takes a seat in the spot next to you, folding her hands in her lap. “If you just want to sleep I’ll leave you be.”

You shake your head, “There’s nothing to talk about. They were just…”

“A plebeian bastard not worth your time?” She says it with an even voice and straight face.

A sharp laugh spills from you, but you cut yourself off as it turns into water. With a hard swallow, you nod, “Yeah.”

“They’re a fool. An absolute angel appears in front of them and they decide to show they’re the devil.” She raises a hand before you can protest. “Anyone would be lucky to be with you.”

“I…yeah. Thanks.” Finally, you take a sip of water and slowly tension eases out of your body. The details of exhaustion slowly start to come out, the sense of safety she brought allowing them to do so.

“You should get some sleep. I’ll check up on you tomorrow, ok?” Again, you nod and she guides you to your room. As soon as you see your bed, you collapse, not bothering to get changed or wash your face.

She leaves you after bidding goodnight and as soon as she leaves your dorm, she’s the one leaning against the door. Her eyelids flutter shut, and she takes a breath. You hadn’t even seemed surprised, that it went poorly. For you, who’d already been so much, it was probably another cut on top of thousands. The contrast from the hesitant excitement you had when you asked her to help choose an outfit to this grim acceptance made her blood boil in a way she didn’t know was possible.

It takes a moment for her to calm down, but when she does it comes with a resolution. You’d find happiness, she would make sure of it.

Zoe:

It’s late by the time they leave the tea shop. They’re brother had headed out earlier, leaving them to close up shop. As they locked the doors and pocketed the keys, they glance over at the small restaurant. It’s still lively at nine at night, and there’s a lull of music and a spilling of warm lights.

Sitting on the curb, backlight in orange hues and crumbling, is your form. It takes a moment for them to realize it’s you. You’d popped in an hour ago, and there’s no way you’re still here just sitting there unless—

They cross the distance before they realize it, “MC?”

You slowly look up at them, a tiny small on your face, “Hey Zoe. Is your shift already over?”

“Yeah, it’s late. What are you still doing here?”

They already have a feeling, but it doesn’t stop the stab in their chest as you say, “I’ve been waiting for my date. Well, I guess not waiting anymore.”

“They ghosted.” A series of choice words and curses all vie to be said and they wish this mysterious date magically appeared in front of them so they could let them have it. Instead, Zoe offers a hand. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Where?” You take their hand and it’s so cold. They can’t understand why you stayed here so long, like a lost thing hoping for someone to find them again.

Zoe inclines their head, “I just got off work and I’m hungry. We’re going to eat.”

“But…”

“Come on, it’s on me. To make up for your shitty night.” You two of you make up an odd pair, maybe. You, dressed up to the nines and still heavy emotion in your eyes, to them smelling of various herbs and a work outfit disheveled and wrinkled.

As you two grab a table, a flicker of light is back in your eyes again, and the anger inside both unspools and hardens all at the same time. They push it aside. For now, all the matters is hoping your night turns around, even a little.

Lars:

Your ‘SOS’ message probably was not meant for him. Still, he sees it and decides to play the part anyway. The address you attached to said message wasn’t far away, and he has nothing else going on during this Friday night.

When he shows up the restaurant, a faux rich overly gilded sort of place, the host informs him he needs a reservation with a cursory glance at his outfit, skewing on the more casual side of things in contrast to what everyone else is wearing.

He hardly pays the man any mind, and looks out at towards the dining area. Instantly, he sees you at the same time you see him. Your eyes go wide, darting from him to your phone to your date as you realize what you’ve done.

“My friend’s already here.” Lars says, striding towards where you sit. He stops right behind the seat of your date, and your eyes never leave him. Vaguely, he registers your date start to ask what’s wrong before cutting him off. “I’m here to pick you up.”

The date, a man Lars casts so little attention to his features are like water, jerks and spins around in his chair, “Excuse me, how are you?”

“You’re free to excuse yourself.”

“I said who the hell do you think you are—”

Lars doesn’t know the situation, besides you wanting to get out of it. For all he knows it could be because the man is irritating to a straight up bastard. He doesn’t care, as his eyes flick downwards and he feels a thrum of magic come from him.

“Bold.” Lars states, with no emotion.

Sensing his intentions, you scramble up from your chair, “Right, we should go. I’m so sorry—”

You scramble ahead, expecting he to follow. He expects to as well but the man stands and latches a hand on his shoulder. This guy has to fall into the asshole category, Lars decides, and it gives him an excuse for what he does next.

He snaps his hand up and places a grip so tight, a snap sounds at his wrist. The man sputters out a noise, a flash of magic which Lars warns off with a flash of his own. It makes the man still, knowing he isn’t the only magician here. Good.

“Two things. Don’t touch me. Don’t contact them again.” He lets go and leaves without another word or glance back.

He finds you waiting for him outside, arms wrapped around you as though to ward off anxiety.

You frown at him, “Why are you here?”

“You texted.”

“It was an accident, and besides…” He isn’t the type to do this kind of thing.

Aware this appears out of character for you, he shrugs, “Thought I’d make things worse for you as payback for you dragging me around earlier.”

“…Did you?”

He ignores the question and motions you forward, “Come on, let’s head back.”

At the very least, your shock at his arrival and his refusal to answer your pestering questions on the drive back seems to distract you. His own thoughts keep flashing back to your date. A steady thrum of annoyance worms it’s way into him and tries not to frown.

There’s no reason for him to feel it. At least, so he tells himself.

???:

“Are you there?” It’s rare for you to be the one to call out to them. So rare, they’re instantly there, their presence blanketing you like a homemade quilt. It almost immediately makes you feel a little less terrible, as you walk back towards the dorm tonight.

‘Is something the matter?’ They’re asking out of politeness. They can feel all the messy feelings swirling around in your gut.

“No—yes. My date didn’t show.” And it brought up every single childhood feeling of being nothing more then salt in the snow. Maybe it was you, because you have nothing special or unique or good about you. Maybe it was the people you choose, because all you knew was distance and always wanted to run as though you could close it by your will alone.

For once, while you sense they’re having an emotional reaction to this, you can’t feel the specifics, ‘A waste of your time, then.’

“Maybe they thought I—” You cut yourself off, curbing the mountain of negative emotions with the belated remembrance of how the Voice feeds off things like this. For how comfortable you’ve started to feel with them, it’s become harder and harder to remind yourself what they want.

Tonight though, they’re only focused on your well-being. A strange change, and one which only muddies the water more, ‘I’m not sure what they thought, little moon. But may I show you what I think of you?’

Perhaps because you feel awful or because your defenses are low when your heart is raw, you let the Voice guide you away from the dorms. With only half a mind to be wary, you let the Voice take you into the gardens and deeper still into it. At some point the yellowing color of fall gives way to a sudden glow of green and flowering plants. And it is glowing. A faint white hue emitting from the plants as you go. Even though you’ve started to get used to magic now, there’s still an awe that steals your breath.

“How do you know about this place?” There’s no answer, because of course there isn’t. Instead, as you look up and see how vines and branches wind up and encase the moon, you ask another question. “So why did you bring me here?”

‘I promised to show you what I think of you.’ A tickle in your chest is a sure indication there’s something teasing about this.

“You just did this to distract me, didn’t you?” They laugh softly but don’t refute your claim. The bruise of early is still there, but it’s easier to nurse now as you let yourself lay in the grass and look up at the stars. The Voice keeps you company as long as you need.

#em answers #ch: rook #ch: beck #ch: rhea #ch: lars #ch: zoe #ch: ???#unedited

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genuspsittrichas · 10 months

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Heyyy I wanted to ask if you could do Baizhu x reader smut, only if u want to ofc :> maybe something like the reader is helping him often in the pharmacy and they always wanted each other and one day after the pharmacy closed and they are cleaning up it just... happens yk?

Have a nice day <3

Baizhu x reader pharmacy help smut fic

Warnings: smut below the cut, GN reader, I simply choose not to acknowledge changsheng’s ability to speak, or her existence, pretty much just smut nothing crazy tho (at least i don't think so), let me know if i missed something pls

AN: So sorry this took so long anon! I was having a hard time with this one but I hope it's to your liking!

You worked at the prestigious Bubu pharmacy for years, chasing your dreams of becoming a physician and caring for the people of Liyue. Despite working there for so long you had not gotten to know its enigmatic owner until fairly recently, after hiring you Baizhu was typically out on business or calling in sick. That didn't stop you from developing a crush on him though.

The sun had set long ago and you remained at the pharmacy, studying a text on existing cures for a persistent cough. Baizhu happened upon you as he was taking inventory.

“What are you still doing here so late at night?” he questioned.

“Dr. Baizhu?! My apologies, I was so engrossed in my work I must not have heard you.” Baizhu chuckled, he was all too familiar with late nights at the pharmacy for one reason or another. You were too aware of his presence in the room as you turned back to your work.

“What work might possibly keep you this late? It must certainly be important to you if you are here hours after all of Liyue is asleep.”

“I’ve been a little stumped by this case of a persistent cough. All other medicines I’ve tried have failed and I’m not sure why.”

“My, my, my. That is quite the predicament. Have you tried the mint leaf remedy?” He moved around the front desk checking the contents of various cupboards and jars notating the stock of herbs within the store.

“Yes, that was one of the first I tried, but the patient's cough persists. I’m truly stuck on this one.” You dropped your head into your hands, frustration filling your words.

“How puzzling. Why don’t we try to mix a stronger remedy with higher concentrations of mint leaf?” He reached over your hunched form and placed a jar of the blue-green plant before you.

You looked up and for lack of a better option you began to remake the remedy, placing ingredients into a bowl and grinding them into a paste.

While you mixed and measured the medicine, Baizhu set off completing his inventory of the shop's ingredients.

Unbeknownst to you the doctor had spent quite some time watching you while you worked. Sometimes he would admire your look of concentration while mixing a medicine or your care when working with patients and customers. He found himself becoming fond of you and in the time you've been working together developed undeniable feelings.

Night after night, Baizhu found himself wondering what it would be like to have you in his arms, to kiss you, or to share his intimate moments with you. He found himself thinking of all the things he wanted to do with you, and to you all day. Frequently pulling his mind off work and onto you.

Glancing down at you, Baizhu couldn't help but wish that you could be his. Your presence sent his mind wandering and he began to picture you seated on top of him slowly rocking your hips into his.

"Finished!" You looked up to find Baizhu with a pink hue creeping onto his face. "Are you alright? You look flushed."

"Ah- Yes. My apologies, I seem to be a little distracted."

"Is it your sickness? Can I do anything to help?" He turned away as you looked up at him, attempting to hide the blush on his cheeks.

"No, no I'm alright truly."

Unsure if he truly was alright you continued to question the doctor, maneuvering yourself around to face him.

"You are quite persistent aren't you." Smiling tightly, he hopped down from the counter making his way towards you.

"Wha-" You were interrupted by his lips crashing onto yours. Your eyes widened, the man you've been secretly pining after was kissing you.

Finally breaking off the kiss Baizhu pulled back scanning your face for any sign of anger or hurt. You only looked up at him in mild shock.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have made an assumption.”

In response you leaned in and continued the kiss, moaning as Baizhu wrapped his arms around your torso bringing you closer to him.

Within moments you were bent over the counter, your clothes haphazardly thrown on the floor as Baizhu eased himself into you.

It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. You could hardly think straight as he stilled, the two of you getting used to the sensation and immense pleasure.

The room was filled with the sounds of breathy moans. You could feel the temperature rising with each thrust. You were so sensitive to every minute movement, each twitch of his cock, and every vein than ran along its length.

With each passing minute the euphoria steadily climbed and the two of you neared your release. You could feel heat pooling in your stomach, and a tightness begin to coil.

Baizhu faltered, his rhythm now erratic. You felt nothing but overwhelming pleasure as your release washed over you. Wave after wave of warmth overpowered your senses and with a final thrust Baizhu achieved his own release. Sinking into you with a deliciously slow thrust.

Your heavy breaths filled the room as Baizhu carefully pulled out.

"I hope I didn't hurt you" he reached around you to grab a cloth, wiping away your combined spend that covered your legs before helping you to right yourself on the counter.

"I've never felt better" a blush began to creep up your neck as he looked into your eyes.

Leaning down you gave him a careful kiss, lingering on his lips a second longer.

Baizhu smiled and returned the kiss.

#genshin impact #fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin #baizhu #baizhu headcanons #baizhu x reader #writing #genshin smut #baizhu smut #smut

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sailtomarina · 9 months

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Convincing Granger (No Books Required)

“Let it be known that my family library is far grander and full of more priceless works than the Hogwarts Library.”

They sat at her favorite table in the back of the library in question, one that overlooked the Black Lake and was mostly hidden from view unless a wandering student was in particular need of texts on medieval farming methods or theoretical applications of marshland fungi.

Hermione had been trying to finish her essay for Ancient Runes, but Draco was making it nearly impossible to focus. First it was him inquiring about her holiday plans—no she was not returning to the Burrow—and now he was going on about his Manor’s library for some unknown reason.

“Is that supposed to be some innuendo, Draco, because I swear to Godric—”

“No! But…it could be. That’s a nice catch, actually, ow!”

She swatted him with the thickest tome she could lay her hands on, which happened to be a study of European centaur herds over the past century. Hermione tried not to think about how he might notice the title and crack some joke about being more hung than a centaur.

“I’m just saying that you would love my cock, I mean, library. Fucking Salazar.” He burst out laughing at his slip.

“Draco!”

“And you’re invited to stay over the holiday.” While a trace of laughter still remained in his voice, he looked at her with a hopeful glint in his eye.

Hermione had hoped he would ask her, especially with how she’d met with Narcissa a handful of times since befriending Draco and eventually dating him. The older witch welcomed her with a warmth that belied her coldness over the past several years. Hermione still wasn’t sure what had changed her mind, but she hoped Narcissa’s stance would influence other wizarding families still stuck to the prejudices of the past.

Still. She wanted to punish Draco just a little for distracting her.

“I’ll think about it.”

He wasn’t put out in the slightest, if the tilt of his head and the drop in his voice was any indication. Draco loved a challenge. “Is there anything I can do to help convince you?”

“That depends on how far you’re willing to go,” she replied with as much sass as she could muster.

Hermione jolted at the touch of his rough palm along the bare skin of her thigh.

“Do you trust me?” His breath fanned hot along the sensitive skin of her neck, creating a wave of goosebumps.

“You know I do.”

“Then cast a disillusionment charm around the bottom of the table.”

Heat pooled in her core as an idea of what he meant to do formed. Without any further questions, she picked up her wand and muttered her version of the incantation. Anyone looking over at her table now would only see her regulation-length skirt and knee-high stockings, legs firmly closed, of course.

After a mischievous grin and peck on her cheek, Draco slid from his chair and under the table. Hermione cleared her throat in an attempt to maintain composure, all while feeling like she was about to scream with anticipation.

Her palms slapped loudly onto the wooden surface when she felt both of Malfoy’s hands slide up her calves and push her knees apart.

“You’re going to have to be quieter than that, Granger.” His voice was muffled but still clearly audible.

Fingers slid up underneath her skirt and along the outside of her thighs, before snagging the top of her knickers. She lifted herself up to help him, settling down on the edge of the chair after doing so. If she leaned back she could see Draco’s pale locks between her legs pushing closer to his destination.

At the first swipe of his tongue, she gasped and grabbed onto her quill, knuckles whitening at the pressure. Hermione was so focused on keeping quiet that she didn’t notice they were no longer alone.

“Merlin, Granger, are you alright? You look…ill.”

Pansy’s perpetually haughty voice snapped Hermione out of her daze. It was only Malfoy’s tightened grip on her knees that prevented her from standing up.

“Pansy! I’m fine, just fine, just a bit stressed, you know, essays.” Dear Circe, she was babbling. She was babbling with Draco lapping at her folds and Pansy staring at her with a growing look of suspicion.

“Okayyyy…well, I’ll join you for a bit. I have an essay to finish writing, as well.”

Before Hermione could protest, the Slytherin pulled out the chair across from her and gracefully took her seat. She ruffled her bangs before noticing the additional bag next to Hermione.

“Oh! Is Draco here?” Pansy looked around expectedly, as if her friend would pop out of the stacks at the mere mention of his name. Normally, he would, if he wasn’t already preoccupied.

“He’s,” Hermione gasped as a finger slid up inside of her, her voice pitching upward in reaction, “looking for text, a very obscure, thick text. Very thick.”

She clung to every bit of sanity she had, which just so happened to be her quill and the edge of the table. The alarm on Pansy’s face had tripled as she raked her eyes across Hermione’s figure. Realization began to dawn, eyebrows raising in shock.

“Granger. Is Draco underneath—”

“Ladies!”

Before Pansy could bring the axe down on Hermione’s neck, Blaise Zabini swung around the corner. She wanted to hex them both, then yank Draco back up and shag him senseless atop her damnable essay. How dare he put her into this awkward predicament. And why was her study nook suddenly the popular place to be? It had never been this crowded before.

To her horror, Blaise plopped into the chair next to Pansy and stretched his legs out in front of him like he intended to stay. If he’d been in the other girl’s seat, he would have kicked Draco right in his disillusioned arse.

“Granger, you’re looking a little peaked. Maybe we should go get a bite to eat.” Now Zabini was appraising her, while Pansy leveled her with what had become a look of mirthful glee.

“I’m fine, Zabini, I promise, it’s just, ah!”

Two fingers curled just so and Hermione’s eyes nearly crossed as she flopped over in a comical imitation of someone who had just been shot.

“Cramps!” She managed to ground out between teeth grit in pleasurable agony. All she could feel was warmth and wetness and a throbbing deep inside that radiated bliss outward to each of her extremities.

“Blaise, let’s go get her a pain potion from Pomfry.”

“Salazar, I am so glad I’m not a witch.”

Hermione barely registered their voices, much less the shuffling of chairs before they were alone once more. She panted, puffs of airing flipping up the corner of her parchment.

“Well, that was fun. Have I convinced you?”

Whiskey brown eyes slid over to where Draco had reappeared looking as pleased as Crookshanks after his morning meal. All he needed to do now was lick his damnable lips. She wanted to strangle him for nearly getting them caught in her most sacred of places. Hermione was positive that Pansy knew exactly what had occurred and that she’d be hearing about it from the nosy witch later.

“You, sir, have a death wish.”

“Is that a yes? The only death I wish for is the one between your legs.”

Her laugh tinkled up from their table and floated over the shelves.

“Yes, Draco, I’ll go home with you for Christmas.”

His whoop echoed off the walls, and within moments, the library’s warden materialized and glared at the duo in a warning that sent their noses straight into their books. If she noticed that only a single pair of legs appeared to sit at the table where there should have been two, she made no mention of it.

Madam Pince had seen far more scandalous sights in the stacks, the worst of which had still yet to come.

DHRMonth Prompt: Week 1 - Hogwarts, September 6 - Library

WC 1331

What I wouldn't give for access to handy disillusionment, silencing, and locking charms! How do these students get anything done???

Malfoy Manor's Library is 100% an accurate representation of Draco's cock, which is most assuredly very large and full of the thickest of tomes.

Cross-posted on AO3

#dramione month #dramionemonth #dramione #dhr fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy

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maple-seed · 1 year

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Thrown - Chapter 31: A Failing Strategy

Summary: Loki tries a new tactic in an effort to curb his feelings.

Word Count: 2,435

Author's Note: Getting a bit angstier for a minute here.

Masterlist

He had dreamt about you again last night.

It was becoming a frustration. It's been weeks since his... epiphany regarding how he felt about you. He had expected it to at least begin waning by now, but if anything it was getting worse. You occupied nearly his every thought. Any free moment that he wasn't strictly engaged in a task --and even occasionally when he was-- his mind wandered to you. He would think about your laugh, imagine how you would feel in his arms, in his more salacious moments he might fantasize about the sounds you would make as he pleased you. He would reprimand himself after, these sorts of daydreams were certainly not going to help matters. Still, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to your scent or your smile or your shape.

The dreams were troublesome. At first it felt like a reprieve from his usual nocturnal torture. Dreaming of you was better than dreaming of his abusers or his past sins or his losses. Now he realized it was just another sort of torment. However delightful the dreams may be, when he woke he was overcome with a deeper sense of loneliness than he could bear. He would lie his bed in the cold light of morning and ache for your presence. It was a burden. Moreover, depending on the content of the dream, he would have trouble meeting your eyes later.

The problem was that he was spending too much time with you, he decided during breakfast. It was natural that he couldn't shake these feelings from his system, he was feeding into them nearly every day. He needed to limit his contact, just temporarily. Only long enough so he could cut back these traitorous growths, then he could resume his friendship with you unencumbered by the weight and tangle of this infatuation.

He and Thor had errands to attend to in the mortal town. This ran a significant risk of an encounter with you, but Loki was prepared. On their walk to town you were occupied, they could see you at work in the window of your studio. Loki tamped down the desire to join you there, sitting in that chair and watching you work. He and Thor continued on and went about their business without any particular incident. Loki may have been slightly distracted throughout but managed to keep up with the conversation well enough to avoid suspicion. On their way back home, however, you were outside in your field, and Loki steeled himself for what was to come.

"Boys!" You waved with a friendly smile as they came to a stop by your wall. "Did you happen to see Goat on your way here?" Thor looked confused. "No. Should we have? Is he missing?" You shrugged. "Not really. He wanders off sometimes. He always comes back. Working today?" "Our work is complete, for the most part. We were on our way home." Thor reached across the wall to pet Ash. You smirked. "I thought that might be the case. I'm beginning to get suspicious, your walks home always seem to coincide with meal times. Are you timing your errands to get dinner out of me?" "I don't see why we would go to so much trouble for something so freely given." Loki replied with his own smirk. He needed to be careful, he was being drawn in. You shrugged in surrender. "I can't really argue with that. I have a stew on, you're welcome to it." "My lady, I can think of no better way to end our day." Thor was already moving to open the gate. Loki hung back. "I'm afraid I must decline. I'm going to retire for the evening. Feeling a bit run down." Disappointment flashed across your face and his resolve nearly wavered. You replaced your smile and patted Thor's arm. "That's fine. More for us." Thor watched Loki with a wary eye as he followed you away. "Indeed. It is his loss." "I'm certain it is." Loki turned and began down the road. "I hope you feel better!" You called after him. He simply waved in response.

You and Thor disappeared into your cottage. Loki continued on to New Asgard. The walk home felt especially quiet.

Loki was reading when Thor returned home. Thor stood in the doorway to the living room, holding a plastic bowl with a sealed lid. "She sends this with her well wishes." Of course you sent him dinner. "That is very kind of her." Thor set the bowl on the end table beside Loki. "That sort of kindness is not something to spurn." "I agree completely." Loki turned a page. Thor watched him closely, trying to appraise his intentions. "It did not seem to me that you were in particular need of rest today." "I simply wasn't prepared for the social engagement." "So it was a lie." "Lies often serve a benevolent purpose, brother." Loki looked up at him. "I did not wish to injure her feelings or cause her doubt." Thor crossed his arms, making it clear that he disapproved, but left the room without anything more to say. Loki looked at the bowl on the table and felt undeserving.

Over the next few days Loki managed to avoid meeting you. He tended to the tasks that called for him in New Asgard, and always had something else to work on when something was needed in the human town. During his evening walks with Thor he discreetly guided their path, something he would typically never do, ensuring that if they left New Asgard they would wander the hills nearby rather than the road that might lead to your home. He managed to convince himself that it was working, that this sense of emptiness he felt was his heart finally letting go of this surplus attachment.

But now it was Saturday morning. Loki sat with his tea at the kitchen table. He stared down into the cup and wondered how you were faring. Had you made it to the market on time, without him there to help you pack? Were you managing without another set of hands to mind the stall? Had you made an extra sandwich, anticipating he would be there? The emptiness had become overwhelmingly present and he was beginning to suspect it was not the sign of mending he had previously assumed.

Thor came down the stairs and visibly startled when he saw Loki at the table. "What are you doing here?" "I may be mistaken, but I believe I live here." Loki stated flatly, still staring at his cup. "Yes." Thor rolled his yes. "But it's the weekend. A market day." "You may be surprised to learn I am not actually employed by the potter." He took a sip, still avoiding Thor's gaze. "Loki." There was a long pause, and Loki finally met his brother's eyes. There was a crease in his brow, his face a mix of frustration and concern. "I won't tell you how to conduct yourself here. I won't pretend to understand your machinations. All I will say is that you should tend to this carefully, whatever it is that you're doing." "Duly noted." Loki stood with his tea and returned to his room upstairs.

The day was spent in anguish. He tried to occupy himself with any number of diversions; reading, eating, walking, he even resorted to turning on the television, nothing broke the hold you had on his mind. He fought the urge to walk to the market, his instinct telling him that if he could just see you then he wouldn't have to think about you. He told himself that this would pass, and that this struggle proved these measures were necessary. Eventually the day was over, and he fell into a fitful sleep.

Sunday was no better. He waited until he heard Thor leave the house before exiting his bedroom, hoping to avoid another reprimand. He wondered if you had expected him this morning, after his absence yesterday. He wondered how you felt about it. Perhaps it was a relief for you, he thought to himself, he had been occupying a lot of your time. Besides, you had gone to the market alone for years, you didn't need him. He tried to frame it as some sort of kindness for your benefit. It didn't stop the intrusive thoughts about your wit or the shine of your eyes or how it felt when your hand brushed his, but it helped him bear it. The day whiled away slowly, and when he finally returned to bed he found he was exhausted by the effort of distraction.

He was aware that he was dreaming. He was in your cottage. More specifically, he was in your bedroom. It was rendered in considerable detail, he thought, for a room he typically only saw in passing. You were sitting on your bed, hugging your legs to your chest, head resting on your knees. You looked despondent. "Darling, what's wrong?" He stepped quickly to sit beside you. You looked up at him but didn't move. "I'm sorry." His brow furrowed. "For what?" You shook your head and closed your eyes. "I'm sorry." He reached for your hands, wrapping them in his. "There's no need." You squeezed his hand.

Loki awoke. That had certainly been different. He stared at his ceiling, trying to decipher what this was. The ache was worse. The empty feeling had progressed into an encompassing hollowness. He hadn't felt this when you were away during Jul. It wasn't just that he hadn't seen you, he realized, it was that he was keeping himself from you. He was the cause of it. It was his fault. It was necessary, he reminded himself as he turned over and tried to find sleep again.

The day's work was confined to New Asgard, and Loki was grateful that he didn't need to create any excuses. He was home by the late afternoon, however, and once again had to find a diversion. He was attempting to read when Thor again appeared in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

Loki looked up. "Is there something I can help you with?" Thor frowned. "I ran into our friend just now, she was taking Ash to the beach for a walk. I invited her here for dinner." "Oh?" Loki's spirit rose. If Thor invited you here, well, that's something that couldn't be helped. "She declined." Loki's heart sank again. "Oh." "I wonder why she might do that." Thor was scowling now. Loki shrugged. "The inner workings of a human's mind-" "I imagine it's because you've been avoiding her." Loki set his jaw and looked back down at his book. "You told me recently you didn't want to injure her feelings. They have been injured." That cut right through him. He winced. "That... that was not my intention." Thor stared for a moment, then dropped his arms. "You know, brother, I don't believe I have the energy for our walk today. I suggest you go on your own." As he left the room he called over his shoulder. "Perhaps to the beach?"

When Loki found you on the beach you were sitting on a log that had washed ashore, watching the waves. Just laying eyes on you felt like a relief. He wondered why he had bothered with this foolishness. Ash trotted up to meet him as he approached and followed Loki back to where you sat. You glanced up at him and offered a half-smile. You looked tired. The relief he felt was replaced by guilt.

"May I join you?" You nodded to the space next to you. Loki took a seat and looked out at the water. "Has Goat returned?" "Not yet. But he will." Your eyes were focused on a swell in the distance.

A tense silence stretched between the two of you. That twisted his heart. Usually the silences you shared were a comfortable quiet. This isn't how things should be. This was his fault. He hadn't expected you to be affected this way, but he had been careless.

Eventually he found his nerve. "I owe you an explanation." "Was it something I did?" He balked. "No. No, of course not." You sighed and dropped your head. "That's all I really need to know."

Was that relief? Had his absence been hanging over you? He wondered what you could possibly have thought you'd done. His heart twisted again and shame kept him from saying anything else for some time. He eyed the scarf around your neck. Did you still wear the pendant he gave you? He wouldn't fault you if you didn't, after this trial he'd put you through.

He forced his gaze to the water again. "I thought you didn't care for the sea." You breathed a laugh. "I like it just fine from here. I'll even put my feet in. I just think it's arrogant to walk around on top of it." He tipped a wry smile. "It does seem arrogant, when phrased that way."

Another silence. This one felt much better. The two of you listened to the water pulling at the shore. The steady rhythm was reassuring.

"Will you join us for dinner?" He turned to you now. "I can't make any promises about the quality, but Thor has assured me it will be edible." You cringed. "I can't." You sounded regretful. "I already turned Thor down." Loki waved your concern away. "Not an issue. He's quite used to me currying favor where he can't." You smirked a little but were clearly still torn. "Please." He willed every ounce of sincerity into his voice. "He will consider me a failure if I return home without you. As will I." When your smile broke there was something in it that made it clear he had won. "I guess we can't have your ego damaged." He laughed softly. "Certainly not."

The two of you stood, and when he offered his arm you took it without hesitation. A small voice in the back of his mind told him he'd just undone any progress he might have made. He quickly shut it out. Perhaps he would be caught in this tangle for longer than he anticipated. He could endure it, so long as it wasn't hurting you. That was his new priority.

He led you to his home, with Ash padding along behind. Inside, Thor greeted you with a wide smile while Loki took your coat.

You removed your scarf and Loki's eyes lingered on your necklace.

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[ Hello my dear followers and or fans, I present to you a Katsuki Bakugou headcanon request. The lovely @ladycoleigh and I technically devised this plot together, but I hope you enjoy it. This is super long, I apologize. Don't say I don't feed you well. Happy Pride! ]

[ Headcanons Summary: Male!Reader is a Shiketsu High School intern at Best Jeanist's office and upon meeting Katsuki things don't go so well between the two of you. As time passes, Katsuki finds himself drawn to you and you to him which causes some internal questions to rise regarding sexuality. Happy Pride y'all! ]

It was easy to recognize him from the Provisional Licensing Exam and the Sports Festival. He was an angry but powerful hero student who focused on one thing. Victory. When he didn't get it, or something didn't work his way he got a little...explosive.

"Talk to him," Best Jeanist ordered, pushing you past his agency's doors, and ignoring your panicking. Katsuki was pissed about something, and it was your job to fix it. But how were you supposed to do that? "A-are you sure about this?" Best Jeanist nodded, believing that Katsuki would relate more to a male his own age.

The first thing he said to you when confronted was, "Get away from me or I'll blast your damn face off!" You trembled, trying to break the ice. "Um, your hair looks gorgeous! Uh, you look h-handsome! B-Best Jeanist does a great job," you murmured. "Eh?" Katsuki immediately stood up and towered over you. "What the hell do you mean handsome!?" he screamed before unleashing his quirk.

"I'm sorry!" you bowed in front of Best Jeanist's desk with smoke still seeping from your ripped and tattered clothes. Your skin and hair were also burned. "Maybe he doesn't like being complimented by another man?" you suggested, glancing away. "Hm...I see," Best Jeanist replied, standing up with his hands behind his back. "Keep trying," he ordered. It would take a lot of effort to break Katsuki's stubborn nature.

To help or make things more difficult, Best Jeanist assigned Katsuki and you to patrol together. During said patrol Katsuki didn't say a word to you and wandered off alone, leaving you to your own devices. You wanted to tell Best Jeanist you refused to work with him anymore, but a small part of you felt drawn to him. You didn't know what the reason was yet.

"You acted reckless!" you screamed after Katsuki apprehended a villain. "Yeah!? And who the hell do you think you are?!" he said with a snarl. You swallowed hard when he loomed over you and stared at him longer than you should have before answering. "I'm Y/n from Shiketsu High School, I s-saw you at the Provisional Licensing Exam but, uh, we didn't talk to each other," he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, there's a reason for that!" he snapped in reply.

"I just don't get it!" You groaned and leaned over the table with your hands tangled in your hair. "Like don't get what?" Camie replied. She was one of your closest friends. "He's such a jerk but I...I think I might be attracted to him?" Camie's eyes lit up. "O.M.G. You have the hots for a guy!? Who is he?" she asked, as open or absent-minded as usual. But you weren't ready to tell her more.

"Uh, K-Kacchan, are you okay? You seem distracted an-" Izuku stumbled back when Katsuki glared at him. "I'm fine, dumbass! Leave me the hell alone!" he screamed, before turning back to his desk and trying to concentrate, but damned thoughts of you kept invading his mind.

Was it strange to think another boy was handsome? Because Katsuki was! From his striking red eyes to that wild hair and those beautiful teeth that made you melt whenever he smirked. You groaned before slamming your head against the table. Best Jeanist was walking by and noticed your strange behavior. "Hm..." He had his suspicions but couldn't confirm anything now.

"I don't think I've ever had a crush before! But..." Camie shook her head and placed her hands on your shoulders. "Like that's why we're here at the mall! Just tell me who you think is hot and like who is not!" she explained, and while you were reluctant you followed through. "So that's another guy you find totes attractive and-" she paused when you sniffled. "Huh, what's wrong?" she asked, and you shook your head internally denying your homosexuality.

"I'd like to ask what is going on between you and Y/n," Katsuki stiffened his posture in response to the question, his jaw also clenched, and his hands curled into fists. "Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he demanded. "Nothing is going on between us damn it!" Despite his words, Best Jeanist picked up on the slight flush across Katsuki's cheeks. "Hm, I understand. Carry on with your routine," he replied, shooing him away.

"What!?" Camie screamed, snatching your phone out of your hand to get a better look at the pictures of Katsuki you had taken, as creepy as that sounded. But you couldn't help but take pictures of him. There was something so...amazing about him. "That's the angry guy from the licensing exam! I mean he's totes hot if you like him!" she commented. "I..." you sighed. "I think I do like him...I still don't know what's wrong with me, but I don't think he likes me back and-" You paused when Camie laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"What the hell is your problem!?" Katsuki growled, pinning you against the wall with his hand around your throat. You had no idea what you did, but he was clearly angry about something and taking it out on you. Still, being this close to the one you liked made your heart race. "W-what are you talking about?" you replied with misty eyes, feeling his grip loosen and that look of anger fade momentarily.

After pulling Katsuki's hand from your throat and dragging him back to his office, Best Jeanist said, "I am trying to run a clean and proper organization, Bakugou. Whatever personal bias you have against Y/n won't be tolerated and-" Katsuki frowned, and Best Jeanist noticed an expression he had never seen before glistening in the boy's eye. "It's not biased I..." Katsuki growled. "Damn it, I don't know, I like them or something, okay!" Best Jeanist frowned. "And this is how you show you have feelings for another?" he questioned, angering Katsuki even more.

"You totally have to make a move!" she demanded, and your cheeks flushed. "W-what!? How am I supposed to do that? I can't do that at the agency. Best Jeanist would kill me and-"she waved her hands around. "Okay, okay," she said, tapping her chin. "Like maybe we can think of something else," she suggested.

[ Part II - Fireworks Festival ]

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A/N: I just realized that Kensi’s due date would likely be late December to early January, which aligns with a whole lot of pregnancy fanfics.

***

It’s Baby Time

Deeks whistled softly to himself as he sprinkled a mix of shredded cheese Swiss and cheddar cheese on top of the egg-filled skillet on top of the stove. A couple slices of bread were in the toaster, and should be nicely crispy by the time the eggs were finished.

He heard a soft sound, and looked up finding, Kensi leaning in the doorway. She smiled when he noticed her, coming farther into the room.

“How long you been there?”

“A few minutes,” she answered.

“Well, you have perfect timing, because breakfast is almost ready,” he told her.

“You know, this is everything I’ve ever hoped for,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around Deeks’ waist from behind.

“What, me in my boxers in the kitchen?” he joked.

“Nooo. You cooking us breakfast in our kitchen on a Saturday morning with nothing to interrupt us. Our Pastry Babies.” She kissed the base of his neck, sending a pleasant shiver across his skin. “And also you in your boxers,” she added impishly. One of the hands on his torso crept lower to pass over her stomach.

“Mm, I always knew you married me for the floor show.”

Kensi didn’t protest, one hand drifting up to play in his hair. He made a quiet sound that might sounded embarrassingly close to a purr. “Baby, I love where your mind is going, but you’re gonna need to tone it down before I burn something.”

“Oh, I’m fully confident in your ability to engage in a little…distraction and cook that frittata to perfection,” Kensi disagreed. She eased up anyway, kissing his neck one final time. Deeks missed the press of her bump against his back as soon as it was gone.

She wandered away to let him finish cooking. When he brought their two plates out a few minutes later, she’d settled down at the table, her feet propped up on a second chair while she absentmindedly rubbed the farther point of her stomach.

“Breakfast for my ladybird, Croissant, and Doughnut,” he declared, setting a plate full of eggs, mushrooms, broccoli, onion, and cheese in front of Kensi. She immediately dug in, cutting off a large piece with her for.

“You’re lucky your dad spoils us, otherwise you’d be getting cereal and pop tarts most mornings,” she said after her first bite, speaking directly to her stomach.

Beneath the fabric of her shirt, her stomach moved in a slow wave-like motion as one of the twins responded to her voice. With only a few weeks to left, the babies were especially active, though Deeks couldn’t imagine how they had room to conduct their summersaults and tap dancing sessions.

“Hey, give mom a break. She’s trying to feed you,” he chastised them teasingly. He couldn’t stop himself from brushing his fingers over Kensi’s stomach. He felt an answering push back that he thought might be a head.

“Ooh, that was a good one.” Kensi laid her hand over his, taking a momentary break from her meal. “I swear they act up even more with you.”

Deeks grinned, dipping his head to kiss Kensi’s stomach before he turned to his own plate. Kensi had slowed a little, not having much room for food with two nearly grown babies taking up space, so they finished about the same time.

“You know, you don’t have to wait on me hand and foot all the time,” Kensi reminded him when he started to clean up a few minutes later. “I’m supposed to keep moving around. You know Sheila said it would help during labor.”

“And you get that movement during your daily walk. I truly don’t mind at all,” he insisted.

“I know. I just don’t want everything to fall on you all the time.” Deeks raised and eyebrow as though she’d said something ridiculous no she glared back at him. “Marty Deeks, don’t you dare try and pretend that you wouldn’t run yourself completely ragged for us.”

“Maybe just a little,” he admitted. He flashed a winning smile, drawing it out until Kensi couldn’t maintain her glare any longer. “I like to though.”

“Even when it’s three in the morning and these two are tag-teaming diaper changes and feeding?” She pointed at her stomach.

“Especially then.” He knew it wouldn’t be easy, as they’d discussed many, many times, but he truly was looking forward to those late nights. After believing they’d never get to have biological children, he planned to bask in every moment.

It didn’t take that long to straighten up the kitchen again, and as he leaned down to put the skillet back in the oven, he felt a hand slip into his back pocket. Even 8 months pregnant, Kensi Blye could still sneak up on him as well as ever.

He shifted out of his crouch, Kensi moving with him, her hand staying mostly in place. “You looking for something in particular there, Kensalina?” he asked mildly. She squeezed in lieu of answering, letting out a pleased chuckle when his hips jerked back automatically into her hand. He turned around, to face her, finding Kensi grinning up at him.

“I know something else that will keep me active,” Kensi said in a low tone that instantly sent a shiver through him. She crowded him into the corner, between two cabinets, stretching up to kiss him.

Deeks parted his lips, leaning back while Kensi explored his mouth. He settled his hand on her lower back, giving her the freedom to slip her hand under his shirt. Her palm traveled the length of his back, then she tugged insistently at the hem of his shirt, her mouth growing more purposeful against his.

He groaned quietly, unable stop a soft whine from escaping when Kensi pulled away. Her eyes gleamed playfully as she dropped his shirt to the floor, smoothing her down his chest and stomach in a mirror of the path she created on his back. When she reached his hand, she curled their fingers together, guiding him back from the counter.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what the midwife meant when she said activity,” Deeks drawled, his voice hitching ever so slightly at the way she looked at him.

“Maybe not.” She danced closer for a second, whispering into his ear. “But at least I’ll be laying down.”

***

Kensi woke up in a nest of pillow, the quilt pulled up to her shoulders, and the bed empty. She shifted a little, smiling at the memory of Deeks’ fingers ghosting over her skin. She would have liked to snuggle a little bit, but she knew Deeks had a running list of tasks he wanted to accomplish.

With her due date quickly approaching, they’d spent the last few weeks getting everything ready for the birth. Miraculously, despite the twins and her age, Kensi was deemed a low-risk pregnancy, and they’d ultimately opted for a home birth. Deeks had taken some convincing with that one, but he’d come around once he realized how much more comfortable she was with Sheila compared to the other providers they met with.

They had a section of the garage reserved for the birthing pool (a term that always made Deeks grimace), tarps, jugs of water, blankets, and dozens of other items they would need before, during, and after she gave birth.

Years ago, the thought of all the preparation, making decisions about baby furniture, car seats, and blankets vs. sleep sacks would have overwhelmed her. Now, she found it oddly enjoyable. Maybe it was the further proof of the two little miracles she and Deeks had created.

Shifting closer to the edge of the bed, she finally made a move to get up. She grabbed one of Deeks’ t-shirts on the way to the bathroom, which was just big enough to cover her bump and all the important bits. Though, since it was just her and Deeks around, it didn’t really matter that much.

Kensi puttered around the bathroom while the water warmed in the shower. Really, she’d have liked to take a bath for the dull ache in her back that seemed to be a constant. Instead, she settled for a few stretches and shallow squats, using the vanity for balance.

On her third squat, she felt a strange sensation, almost like a pop, and then a thin stream of liquid ran down her leg. She stilled in mid-squat, staring down at the clear liquid, the pressure in her back suddenly more intense than a few moments ago.

“Well, crap,” she muttered to herself.

***

A/N: I know I’ve written Kensi going into labor before, but I realized now it’s actually canon and had to write it again. And, take the opportunity to continue my twins madness.

Thanks to @mashmaiden for encouraging my insanity!

So sorry for the rather uninspiring title. There will be a second part to this story.

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Hero's Scars

Part 2

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I'm really enjoying exploring Trans-Link as a character. Having trans people in my life is a big help and the first chapter was so well received I felt more confident continuing this fic.

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Link awoke with a start in unfamiliar surroundings. As his dream faded however, he remembered where he was. His platoon was still stationed at the village on the Zora border. He lay in a narrow bed in a small room at the Inn. Next door he could hear some of the other commanders getting up and about through the thin walls. He sighed and plopped his head back against the pillow, dropping an arm over his closed eyes to shut out more of the morning light. He didn't want to get up. As uncomfortable as the bed was, it was preferable to getting saddle sore on a long ride back to Castle Town.

The report he sent from their last mission would have reached Princess Zelda by now. She would be expecting his platoon to return to the castle and for him to receive his next orders. He also hoped there would be updates on Cia's whereabouts and any new monster attacks.

But in order to find those things out, he had to get out of bed and get back on his horse. Link hated long journeys, but that was part of his job. He'd much rather charge headlong into an enemy fortress, but first he had to get there. Which usuly evolved a lot of marching and riding. Perhaps he could chat with Sara on their way back.

Link's mind wandered back to their conversation by the river last night. He laid his hands over his chest and thought about what she'd said to him. She'd been so kind and understanding. Sara hadn't pushed him for answers, she hadn't even asked about his scars. Link had many scars to be fair, but the ones below his pecks were precise and obviously not made by the blow of a weapon. Impa had known what they meant, trans men and women were common and accepted among the Sheikah tribe. She hadn't understood Link's desire to hide this fact about himself, but she had agreed to keep his secret. Sara had told Link to keep his secrets to himself, unless he wanted to tell her. Which, now he thought about it, perhaps he did.

***

Outside the town, curled up in the tent she shared with three other female soldiers, Sara packed up her equipment into her pack.

"So, tell us what happened last night," one of the girls, Jade, entreated. She gave Sara a playful punch to the shoulder.

"What d'you mean?" Sara asked in return.

"Oh come on, we all saw you leave the Inn last night with Link. What did you and the Hero get up to down by the river last night?" Jade asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"What?! Nothing, we didn't get up to anything. The Captain just wanted some fresh air and I offered to keep him company. That's all," Sara insisted. It was mostly true after all. She just wasn't about to tell these gossiping coccos what the two of them talked about.

"Alright," Jade reeled in her questioning. "I know you've been sweet on the Captain for a while now. Just thought you might have got lucky at last."

"No. Besides, it's a minor crush. Lots of people have crushed on Link, but nothing ever comes of it. His mission is too important to be distracted by base desires." Sara insisted, crossing her arms after fastening her pack.

"Well, if I found myself alone with that tall glass of handsome, we wouldn't just be talking, trust me!"

Sara thought about the red head she had sent packing the previous evening. How Link had been utterly adverse to the idea of hooking up with random people. In the wild scenario Jade was describing, she didn't think Link would be reciprocating her intentions.

***

As predicted the journey back to the castle was long and uneventful. Link supposed he should see it as a blessing that they hadn't been ambushed on the road. But plodding along in formation along the dusty road was numbing his brain. He needed to talk to someone who wasn't a General, or a messenger.

Scanning the heads of the soldiers behind him, he searched for Sara. From his viewpoint atop his steed, he spotted her a few rows behind him, marching in step with everyone else. Link steered his horse off the road slightly and dismounted. He gave the reins to a page to guide the horse along with the convoy, while he went to find Sara. Link spotted her again and he managed to catch her eye without having to call out her name. For a moment Sara hesitated. It was one thing socialising with Link away from the rest of the army, but in broad daylight? She groaned at the tease fest she would get once they returned to base. But Link wasn't just a friend he was her commander, if he wanted to speak to her she couldn't really refuse.

Sara fell out of step with the rest of the troops and stepped out of formation. She trotted over to where Link stood smiling waiting for her. They continued walking together without saying a word for a long time, falling in with the rest of the army between two groups of soldiers. Although they had a few metres of space between them and the soldiers ahead and behind, their conversation would be easily overheard.

"How are you this morning Soldier?" Link asked, refraining from making eye contact with Sara. Instead he stared straight at the road ahead, as though he were still up on his horse, surveying the land.

"I'm well, thank you. How did you sleep Captain?" Sara asked, thinking it was an innocent enough question.

"Fitfully. But I can't remember having a decent night's rest since this war began," Link replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You should ask the medics to give you something to help you sleep?" Sara suggested.

"They already do!" Link replied cheerfully. "Unfortunately it doesn't always work or I forget to bring it with me when we go away on long campaigns like this one turned out to be. Cia's threats often keep me up at night."

"I can't imagine what that must be like. I sometimes have trouble sleeping. But that's more to do with the war. I've seen a lot of things I'd rather forget," Sara turned her gaze to the dusty dirt beneath her feet as she spoke. Her right hand gripped the handle of her sword.

Link noticed her discomfort and tried to change the subject.

"I wanted to thank you for your council last night," he said.

"My council? Oh, it wasn't all that much really," Sara protested.

"No, I was in a low place and you helped pull me back up again. I'd say that's something." Link paused, attempting to phrase his next words in his mind. "You remember you said you'd listen if I wanted to talk?" He asked in a lower tone, glancing sideways at Sara to judge her reaction.

"Of course," she gave a little nod.

"Well, we're a day's march away from the castle. And when I get back I'll be dragged into endless meetings. But if I can get away for a short time, would you mind if we talked?" Link asked a little sheepishly.

"Talked?" Sara parroted.

"Yeah, maybe not in the guards chambers. But some place in the castle or my quarters? We wouldn't be disturbed there," he suggested.

Sara's mind began spinning. Only this morning Jade had been teasing her about her crush on Link. Now here was the man himself asking to talk to her in private. Of course it wasn't the same as him asking her out on a date or professing his undying love. But she was startled by the proposition.

"Um, I have guard duties and cleaning rotas and drill training when we get back," she stammered, a little abashed by how different their responsibilities were.

"Oh, I see." Link replied, unable to disguise how dejected he felt from his voice. Equally disappointed, Sara tried to add a silver lining.

"But those things don't go on forever. I could always swap duty shifts with someone if need be. And I have a few days leave I haven't used yet."

"Do you know who authorises your leave?" Link asked, momentarily stunning Sara with his question.

"Er, no. Some officer I guessed."

"You're half right. It is an officer, this officer." He pointed his thumb at his chest.

Maari snorted out a laugh.

"Pft! I didn't realise you had a sense of humour Captain!" She teased.

"What?! I'm not all seriousness and stoicism 24/7." Link replied, pretending to he hurt by her observation.

"Well, you could have fooled me."

***

The army returned to Castle Town late in the evening. The town bells were striking nine when the last troops passed through the city gates. Tired, hungry and foot sore, the soldiers checked in their weapons and equipment before turning in for the night. Those who had homes in town returned to them, while the rest of the soldiers went back to the barracks.

Link passed Sara in the corridor on the way back to his chambers and they both bid each other a goodnight before disappearing into their own rooms.

What Link really wanted was to flop onto his bed and sleep. But he needed a bath and his clothes needed to be laundered. He checked the time on the clock above his desk. It was a quarter to midnight. The bathhouse would be empty this time of night. Link usually washed late at night to avoid unwanted company. The few times he had found himself amid a small crowd of soldiers, he had had to wait until they all left before he could step out of the water and wrap a towel around himself. Therefore midnight baths had become a ritual of his.

Slipping into a pair of clean plain trousers and a bed-shirt, Link grabbed his washbag and scurried off through the building. He saluted and offered brief greetings to the guards he met around the castle, but he didn't see or speak to anyone else.

When he reached the bath house it was blessedly empty. So were most of the great big wooden tubs around the room. But a few were half filled with tepid water. Link walked to a tub at the far end of the room and turned on the large tap beside it. For a moment nothing happened and he was afraid the hot water had been turned off for the night. But a second later a sputtering gush of hot water hit the surface and began to bubble away in the tub.

Link added his favourite salts to the rising water and a drop of the bubble bath he had bought from a travelling Gerudo merchant. The scent of lavender and hyacinth wafted around the room, soothing his tired and aching head and drawing him towards the bath. Link pulled off his clothes and kicked off his shoes before clambering over the edge of the tub and slowly sinking beneath the water.

Leaving the tap running to keep the hot water coming, Link reached down to his bag and pulled out the jar of medicine from within. He unscrewed the lid and scooped out a finger full of the gloopy ointment. Lifting himself out of the water slightly he rubbed the cream into his chest scars, then licked the remainder off his fingers. The effects were almost instantaneous, but there were some which were longer lasting. For example the thicker hair in his pits and round his crotch. His markedly deeper voice and his blessed lack of period cramps for a start. By Hylia he didn't miss those!

The salve also had a healing effect on his scar tissue, as well as helping to balance his hormones. Though he had been warned that it could also prevent him sleeping, he already had enough trouble in that area to notice any difference.

Another thing Link failed to notice was Sara creeping in through the doorway.

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Oh I'd love to bake with you! I'm afraid I wouldn't stay focused on whisking for that long tho... I think you'd have to take the bowl away from me quite early on... I'd try my best to stay put for you and to do as you asked of me, but after a while, I'd definitely start to break.. i couldn't keep doing as you told me, not whisking nor staying put... I'd definitely start to squirm away after a bit, and I just hope I wouldn't drop the bowl. Would you take it out of my hands before that happens? Would you notice it early enough to take it out of my hands before we waste any food? Because I'd be too far gone to warn you about it or to put it away myself

Also you know what i was thinking about on your birthday? How I'm wearing a top and skirt set that you might enjoy.. the top was held together in the front by only two pairs of tied strings. All you'd have to do is pull those apart and you'd have access.. its a see through set as well, did I mention that? So in public I of course wear a bra underneath but if I was alone with you? I definitely wouldn't. You could see it all. Tho the skirt has a small part underneath that makes it so you can't see anything but that's very short so... the longer part of the skirt on top of it is long but see through so if the part underneath were to rise up you'd still see everything...

I just came back from a little vacation we took in Croatia, and when I was sunbathing on our property, all I could think about was what if you were there? Walked out of the upper floor just to see me sunbathing on the chair, naked... would you stay there for a bit and just watch? Would you get closer and join me? Or would you choose to do something else... perhaps you would if I wasn't on my period, how sad that i had it just now, well still do :/

Do you get hornier on your period too? And right before it? Or is that just me? Ugh tho I can't even be horny in peace without my body killing me and telling me to focus on the pain instead 🙄

Anyway this was a lot, I'm sorry haha

Have a fun evening mommy 😘

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oh my darling, I love how lengthy your asks are. My sweet girl, you wouldn’t be able to focus hmm? Would my tongue running up your inner thigh truly distract you that much? When you feel it dip between your pussy, lazily dragging my tongue upwards, releasing your clit with a flick. Keep those pretty hands of yours steady for me 💋

Your top and skirt set sound delicious love, I must admit I’d have a hard time keeping my hands to myself. You wouldn’t mind if I helped myself would you? How can you expect me not to when you wear such revealing things around me 😘

Mmm, I would peak over from the top floor. I’d admire the way the sunlight kisses your skin. How daring you’d have to be to play out there completely naked when you know mommy is close by, ready to have her way with you. I’d imagine your skin feels warm, how you’d feel under my hands as I let them wander all over your body. I could watch for a moment, though I know I’d have to make my way down to you. Would you tease me? Would your fingertips dance across your chest, down your stomach till you nestle them between your thighs. Tell me, Would you be interested in fucking underneath the lovely summer sun?

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troglodytepixieeater · 8 months

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@kingsdespair-if fanfiction

paring: MC x Secret

Note: This is a fanfiction; the author of Kings Despair has not yet finished the interactive fiction; however, I am in love with the story and the character and wanted to write a little story/headcanon of what I imagine as the happy ending for my MC and Secret.

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Very deep in a dark forest, where trees block the sun and seem to haunt the travelers that were brave enough to wander into the haunted forest, there was a craving for a tree. A heart craved the darkened wood with the wonky initials.

S + M

Someone might interpret the craving as a sad tale of lost lovers in the woods, their souls trapped between the mortal and eternal planes, but that was all it was—a tale that merchants would tell the nearby village kids who wandered too close to the woods.

No. The craving for the old wood meant so much more to the lovers. It signified a promise, the start of a new beginning, which was kept. If these so-called travelers had an inch of survival, they would be able to see that it was the start of a trail out of the other end of the forest. Into a clearing where flowers bloomed everywhere and lambs huddled together below the shining sun, staying away from a group of swans that made a small pond their home, but against the back drop sat a house.

From the outside, the cabin looked intimate and cozy. It had been built with white pine wood, with tall, wide asymmetric windows that brighten up the house.

Inside the house stood a beautiful elven woman, wearing a white dress down to her knees, the crinkles in her eyes giving away her older age as she chopped the vegetables on her cutting board.

Where are Secret and Iggy? They should have been back by now.

Magnolia's hand motions became rigged as her delicate chopping method started to fail.

"Mama."

Oh, I hope they aren't hurt or got into a predictable situation. Maybe Iggy just got distracted. Oh, who am I kidding? Iggy would have to keep his father on track if anything.

"Mama."

Magnolia smiled at the face of her husband popping into her mind; however, it was quickly replaced by surprise when she felt a tug on her apron.

"Mama!"

Magnolia put a hand on her heart. "Yes, sorry, Whisper, you have my attention." She looked down at the little five-year-old, her hair a curly mess of blonde and copper that went all the way to her hips.

"Can I use the good feather quills?" Whisper said, her finger pointing to a jar full of feather pens that she would have been able to reach without the help of her mother.

Magnolia looked over to the table where Whisper spent most of her time, stacked with books, paper, and jars full of herbs and various insects.

"Ah, yes, of course, Little Blossom." Magnolia, already feeling a little guilty that she had ignored her daughter, agreed to let her use the good feather quills that didn't smudge the paper.

"Not little." The five-year-old pouted but cheered up as soon as she got handed the new quill, running back to the table.

"What are you working on, sweetheart?" Magnolia said, wiping her hands on her apron as she turned back to her cooking.

"Aunt Elle sent me a healing book about all the different races!" Magnolia could tell just by hearing the tone of voice that her daughter was smiling ear to ear. Magnolia made a mental note to thank Kaelle for her gift.

"Oh, did she now?" Magnolia smiled. "Are you learning a lot?"

"Mhmm! Uncle Khalid said he would be able to get me the next addition when it comes out. Can you ask him to order the author to write faster?"

"I am not sure that is how it works. Your uncle can't order the author to finish the second book."

"But he is a royal! He can do anything!"

"Well, even some royals have limits." Magnolia pressed her lips together; she better not let Khaild hear that his unofficial goddaughter wanted something; knowing him, he would get it for Whisper with just a snap of his fingers.

After a few minutes of silence as Whisper and Magnolia focused on their own work, it was the young half-elf that broke the silence.

"Mama?" Whisper spoke softly.

"Hmm?"

"Am I weird?"

Magnolia stopped chopping, her mind going blank as if rebooting.

Did I hear that right?

"What?" Magnolia turned around to face her daughter, who, instead of looking at her with a bright smile, looked down at her book, completely focused.

Magnolia went closer and sat next to Whisper at the dining table.

"Why would you ever think that, Whisper?"

Whisper sniffed. "Well, Daddy's not in the book." She pointed towards the book in front of her, the cover reading

"The Strange and Wonderful of Different Races in Anthropology"

"Not in the book..." Magnolia repeated, trying to wrap her head around her daughter's answer.

"There is no race like Papa and me." She started going through the pages until she landed on Royal Elfs.

"Mama." She pointed to the stunning picture of a random royal elf but then flipped through the pages.

"Human"

Turned page.

"Orc"

Turned page.

"Salt Elf."

Tears started to form in Whispers sea green eyes, and Magnolia's heart ached as she put a hand on her daughter's. "Oh little blossom, you're not going to be in that book."

"But why? Is something wrong with me?" Whisper touched her blue and green scales that glistened on her forehead and side of her neck.

"No! Nothing is wrong with you!" Magnolia said sternly, touching her daughter's shoulder.

"You, Iggy, and especially your papa, are one of a kind. You are special."

"Special?" Whisper spoke softly. "Like an endangered species?"

"Uh, right! Yes! Exactly! You are very special and must be protected." Magnolia said, smiling and wiping the tears from her daughter's cheeks.

"Sooooo....?" Whisper tilted her head, the sadness leaving her face as she looked at her book. "So there isn't enough of me in the world?"

"Right, your papa is one of a kind, and that makes you the first of... well, you!"

"So I need to mate!" Whisper yelled.

Magnolia choked on her own spit. "What?"

"The Manticore species were endangered, but they stopped hunting them so they could make more, and there are thousands of them now! So I need to mate."

"No. Not for many more years! We can talk about... um, mating when you're older, much older."

".......but can you and Papa mate?"

Magnolia's eyes widened, and she blushed, her young daughter looking at her with pure innocence.

"No! I-I mean-maybe? No! That is a very personal matter." Especially not a conversation to have with one's daughter.

"Okay, Mama." Whisper kicked her feet, looking back at her books.

"Right..." Magnolia got up with a smile on her face. Her daughter was happy, and even if she was a little embarrassed, the innocent nature of her daughter reminded her so much of her husband.

"Mama....?"

Magnolia picked up a pot of spices. "Yes, little Blossem?"

"What is mating?"

BAM!

The pot slammed into the ground.

Yes. Definitely Secret's daughter.

#fanfiction #OC #headcanon #Kings Despair #Kings Despair Secret #Whisper being a cutie

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peachym00 · 8 months

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✨happy wip wednesday✨

thought I would share another snippet from my post-canon wip! having major writers block trying to work on the new chapter of my current fic so hopefully working on something else in the meantime will counteract it🤣

Vegas barely says a word as he helps Pete shower, a strange turn of events that makes him wonder if he’s somehow been transported to a parallel universe. To avoid thinking about anything, he lets his mind drift somewhere else, somewhere quiet and loud at the same, like white noise, where no thoughts could wander in. By the time Pete comes back to himself, he’s back on the bed, his hands on Vegas’s shoulders as he slides shorts up Pete’s legs from where he’s crouched in front of him. It feels strange to be on the receiving end of care this way when it’s usually him in Vegas’s position. Maybe if he took his brain off idle mode, he might have more thoughts about it. Vegas stands before him, staring down at Pete from where he’s still perched on the bed. He didn’t look happy, but then, lately, he never really did. “Go on then,” Pete sighed, booting up his brain and hoping it would update and stop glitching, “yell at me, tell me I’m a hypocrite.” “I just don’t understand,” Vegas said lowly, voice tight, fists clenched. Pete looked into his eyes to see nothing but fury. “What don’t you understand?” “I don’t understand how you can be so dense, Pete.” Pete blinked, looking away, the sting in his chest making his eyes water. “I don’t know what you mean,” he muttered, though he did know what Vegas meant. He knew exactly what he meant. “I mean, you get on my back all the time about looking after myself, not pushing myself too far,” Vegas breathed in deeply, as if he needed to compose himself, “and here you are going at the punching bag so fucking hard you fainted.” “I didn’t eat lunch, that’s all.” Pete bit his lip, afraid he would do something absurd like start to cry. “Oh, that’s all, great!” he taunted, “Did you drink anything, either? You were white as a sheet.” “I forgot,” he lied, omitting the fact that he had paid no attention to what his body needed, keeping his gaze locked on the floor. “For fucks sake, Pete,” Vegas hissed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes like he was so exasperated with Pete that he couldn’t stand to look at him anymore. Pete’s chin quivered, the lump in his throat aching with his effort to suppress it. “I didn’t mean— I just– I was distracted.” “Distracted? By what? What was so distracting that you forgot the most basic thing, to drink water—” “It was you,” he sobbed, unable to hold it in, “I was distracted by you. All I could think about was you, Vegas. You’re like a brick wall I can’t get through; you give me nothing– I don’t know what you want from me!” Everything was tumbling out, and he didn’t know how he was supposed to put it away again. Pete covered his face with his hands, not wanting to see how Vegas looked at him. He was probably rolling his eyes at how stupid he was, silly Pete, getting upset over something that could have been avoided if he wasn’t so dense. Trying to get a grip of himself was hard, Pete’s breath catching as he tried to calm himself down. What a mess. Just as he thinks Vegas will scold him again or leave the room, hands grip his wrists and pull them away from his face. With no choice but to look into Vegas’s eyes, what he sees surprises him. He doesn’t look annoyed; he doesn’t look utterly exasperated, no. He looks distraught.

what can I say, petes really going through it

#wip wednesday #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #vegaspete #vegaspete fic #vegaspete fanfic #vegas x pete #kinnporsche the series #kpts #my writing

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madaboutmathers · 2 years

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After reading your tiktok fics, I’m in love. Remember that trend where you put your boyfriend in sex positions that he puts you in, and you say it’s “yoga” poses. Could you do a Eminem x reader where the reader does that to Marshall and posts it, and could you include fan comments (I always find them funny)

Thanks!!

A/N:Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

You realised Marshall was stressed when you returned back from your shopping and saw him back from the studio early. Unusual was an understatement; he literally would live there if you weren’t here. “Hey baby.” You gently called whilst moving to place the groceries down. A hum was your only answer as you took your time placing the foods away and giving him space.

You played with your phone for a moment or two; scrolling through your socials before an idea came to you. It would be something to take his mind off, even if he might not enjoy the ending. But that was for you to know and him to find out.

“Hey Marshall.” You called once more whilst gently taking off your own shoes and moving into the living room. You subtly placed the phone up so it had a good view of the room and you hit record. “You okay?” You softly asked when he wandered into the room. His own shoes off and his persona more relaxed. “Yeah, just glad to be home.” He hummed and moved over to you, reaching for your hips to bring you impossibly closer.“Me too.” You whispered up at him before leaning in and capturing his soft lips without your own.

“You’ll like it, I promise.” You giggled out whilst watching Marshall. His look to you had you laughing as he raised an eyebrow and moved to shake his head. “It’ll help you relax.” You smiled and hoped he believed you. “Promise.” You hummed and placed the yoga mat down to keep up the joke.“I trust you.” Marshall muttered with a shake of his head at what you were suggesting. “Okay, get on all fours.” You commanded with your laughter echoing around the room. Marshall gave you a look as he slowly moved into position.

Marshall rolled his eyes at the ridiculous place he found himself as you moved around; hiding your giggles behind your hand. “Okay, it’s not that bad.” He muttered and hoped it meant you’d stop this. “It’s my favourite position.” You teased and winked at the camera whilst walking around.“Oh yeah?” Marshall looked over his shoulder with those blues of his dark with desire as his smirk only widened as he saw you look him up and down. “Yeah..” You hummed, nibbling your plump, bottom lip and watched him move to stand.

“No, Marshall.” You sofly pushed him back. You couldn’t get distracted by him as his hand softly trailed down your side and he leaned in to brush your noses together. “Another one and then we can play.” You whispered into his ear so the recording wouldn’t pick it up. You respected his privacy, most of the time anyway. “Right. What position then?” Marshall stepped back but not before pecking your lips once more and crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, so lie down on your back.” You began to instruct him and you watched with eyes dancing in amusement as he followed your orders.

You knelt in front of him and moved his legs up like he did when he fucked you with one of your legs over his shoulder. “Are you sure this is a position?” Marshall asked in complete confusion as he watched you work. “Well, you seem to like it.” You babbled as you finally let the giggles escape you and the slow realisation coming across his face made it all worth it.“This isn’t yoga, is it?” He asked and you laughed even louder as you quickly moved to your feet but you weren’t quick enough as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“I guess we should try them out.” Marshall purred and pushed you against the wall before passionately capturing your lips.

Did Eminem just break the internet with something other than his music!?

Link in our bio for the now viral video Y/N uploaded for less than 10 minutes.

Shady’swhore I’m sorry, what did we just watch!!! I live for the content Y/N can give us.

Marshall’swoman God, that was hot..guess we have inspiration for your fanfics ya’ll ;)

Followingeminem Did you see him push her against the wall? Like, fuck me!

LoveM&M His favourite position so doesn’t surprise me!!

Your hips rocked against him whilst your hands moved over his bare chest. “I shouldn’t even let you cum.” Marshall groaned out as his grip tightened on your hips to keep you still as his hard cock pulsated inside you. “Why not?” You whined and pouted at being stopped. He didn’t answer and instead flipped you over so you were staring up at him. One of his hands moved to the headboard as his movements started. “Because you play too much.” He nibbled on your earlobe whilst his pelvic bone rubbed against your clit again and again. Your wetness soaked him as the sounds of pleasure echoed around the room.

“You like punishing me.” You coed up at Marshall before falling to pieces under him. Your climax had been building and his hard, deep thrusts pushed you over the edge and had you squirting around him. His smirk only widened as he continued his assault.

“Yeah..I think I do.” He purred and moved his hand to quickly brush against your still squirting pussy. You tried to hide from him as your walls clenched around his cock and had him groaning your name that would of made you prideful if you weren’t losing it.

“Fuck..” You moaned and snaked your arms around his neck to pull him into a passionate kiss that had you whining. Your tongues met as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer and deeper inside you. “So good.” He whispered his praises as you only became more aroused. His voice always did something to you, which he used to his advantage every chance he got.

#marshall mathers x reader #eminem x reader #request

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scummy-writes · 2 years

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If it appeals to you, either Arthur or Theo getting edged on my MC? She'll say, "prove to me you deserve this," while continuing to tease mercilessly.

Thank you for opening up requests! I love your writing so I'm excited to see what you come up with! 😊

I decided to choose Arthur! I’m not sure I’ve written him being teased like this yet, but I know I’ve written Theo being teased a lot with my Training Theo fic. I hope you enjoy!

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)

Words: 1754

Pairing: Arthur/Reader

Tags: Femdom, teasing, edging, restraints, brief mention of impact play, facesitting, submissive Arthur

Note: I took some requests based on @xxsycamore's kinktober prompt list, and this prompt comes from that!

Being in a relationship with Arthur meant that, teasing-wise, it was rare you could get the upper hand. He was either ready to meet all of your advances with his own, or quick to try to overwhelm you at your own game.

But sometimes, you could have him melt in your hands by playing your cards right.

The devious plan started with small steps: waking him up with morning kisses that began innocently- just soft kisses between whispered good mornings that had him sighing happily. Nipping at his bottom lip woke him up further, however, and soon you had him sliding his hand down your side, trying to linger longer with each kiss, before he teased his tongue.

You let him enjoy it, shivering when his breathing became husky with want, and riled him up further by slipping your hand between the two of you, getting a wonderful feel at just how excited he was getting.

And then you cut him off smoothly, with a practiced excuse of needing to do some early morning prep with Sebastian. His pout was immediate, and you could see a hint of confusion on his face, but he let you go with only minor complaints.

The next step was just a quick visit during one of Arthur’s writing breaks. He was used to your well timed coffee refills, and your encouraging words to help fuel his writing session. It was easy to distract him with a wandering hand. Just teasing touches along his shoulder, a few light trails of your finger down his neck before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, and then a nibble to the shell of his ear.

His low chuckle so close to your ear nearly made your cheeks flush, the sound immediately bringing to mind the heated moments between the two of you where he had the upper hand. But you stayed firm, pulling away just to bat his hand away playfully.

It wasn't until you were heading out the door that you heard his chair creak as he finally turned back to face his desk, but you were also rewarded with his sharp intake of breath as he noticed the warm panties you left by his coffee.

After dinner might have been the worst. The two of you were finally alone again as you washed some of the dishes, his arms encircling your waist as he hummed a low tune.

Playing along instead of shooing him away rewarded you with slow kisses down your neck, and his hand wandering between your legs. The fabric of your skirt was thin enough to where it was easy for him to palm at your heat, but thick enough to where it still just wasn't enough, even without panties in the way.

But two could play that game. You bent over the counter a bit more, purposefully grinding your ass against his crotch, and chuckling when he groaned.

"Already that hard?"

"Keep it up, darling, I'll take you right here and now."

You smirked, glancing at him over your shoulder, "I don't think I want just a quickie for now, Arthur. You know that's not enough for me."

"Never said it just had to be one, luv. I'll gladly fuck you in here, then in every room in-between until we get to mine."

God, you'd be lying if you tried to pretend that didn't make your legs tremble, hearing that promise in a husky whisper by your ear, his bulge right up against your ass… but this wasn't what you wanted to do today.

You straightened and turned to face him, ignoring the heat on your cheeks and the smirk on his face as you tapped a finger to his lips.

"Not tonight, Arthur. There's something new I want to do."

He tilted his head at that, but didn't seem disinterested. He opened his mouth to speak but another voice interrupted the two of you- Sebastian politely coughing as he entered the kitchen.

You both stepped away from each other then, not wanting to make Sebastian feel too awkward, but before Arthur could leave you tugged him towards you briefly, whispering for him to wait for you in his room so that the two of you could properly discuss how you wanted tonight to go.

Wasn't this a treat? You stared down at your naked boyfriend, stretched out on his bed, wrists restrained and cheeks flushed.

Arthur's breath came out in heavy huffs after he gave up muffling them. The creaking of the headboard and the leather cuffs around his wrists had a thrill of excitement running up your spine, and you gave your poor lover another kiss to his stomach. The action still made him groan, his hips jutting up as his neglected cock rubbed against your bare breasts- until you pulled back again.

"Look at how desperate you are, even straining for a chance to rub up against any part of me, hm?"

His eyebrows furrowed as his blush deepened, but he made no comment, just looking at you with quietly pleading eyes.

You smiled, picking back up the small riding crop you had, sliding the tip of it under his chin, making him keep his eyes on you.

"Is there something you want to say?"

He kept quiet for a moment longer, before offering a strained smile.

"Luv, I'd like to keep playing with you like this, but-"

"Don't tell me you're close already?" The crop left his chin, and you trailed the pad of it down his chest, watching how he shivered, "you've teased me much longer than this before, and you're known around Paris for your endless appetite. Are you sure you're close, or are you just wanting to cum soon?"

As you spoke, you moved the crop down towards his inner thighs, tapping lightly before swiftly smacking it against the sensitive skin.

Arthur strained and bit his lip, a muffled groan leaking out as his hips involuntarily jutted up. You watched as his cock twitched, a heavy bob that caused a heady bead of precum to drip down his length. Idly, you slid the tip of the crop along his cock, smearing his precum around his tip.

“I never realized how quick it took you to get to this point. You always show such restraint when I’m on the receiving end…”

"Y-You've been riling me up all day, luv. You palmed my cock this morning while we kissed, then left me your panties during my writing break- mmph!"

You blew a heated puff at the tip of his cock as you gently tugged on his balls, listening to the creak of the headboard as Arthur tugged against his cuffs. His chest rose slowly as he seemed to take in a few deep breaths to steady himself before lifting his head, looking down at your grin.

“I really get you that excited? Leaving you so hard all day that you could barely stand it?”

Crop discarded, you carefully held his cock at the base, just a light grip that he couldn’t feel too much relief over, but enough to let you barely press your tongue against his shaft. A slow, barely there lick had him throwing his head back on his pillow. A light kiss was enough to have him twitch, but suckling at his frenulum, that tender spot under his glans, had Arthur panting as more precum leaked out.

"Maybe I'm being too harsh on you, hm? I've just been teasing you with such light touches…"

As you sat back again, Arthur's gaze met yours, his eyes swimming with need as he watched you straddle his waist.

"Luv-"

You weren't sure what reaction you were expecting when you ground your wet, aching pussy against his cock, but the strangled whine he gave as he desperately tried to steel himself made your inner walls clench with need.

You kept up a slow, agonizing pace as you kept rubbing yourself against him, letting yourself moan freely at how good it felt just to grind your clit against his length, and watching Arthur squeeze his eyes shut, trying not to break any of the rules you gave him earlier.

"You really want to touch me, don't you?"

"Mmph- please, luv. Just, ah, just let me make you feel good."

"This already feels good, though," you leaned over him to press a kiss to his cheek, getting to hear his gasp right in your ear as you pressed your entrance against the head of his cock, "or did you mean this? Filling me up and pumping me full of your cum?"

Arthur couldn't speak for a moment, grasping the headboard so tightly you could hear it creak again.

"Gods, I'm going to-"

"Prove to me that you deserve this," you mused, pressing his tip just a bit further into you.

Arthur groaned, "tell me what you want me to do to prove it, luv, and I'll do it in an instant."

"Can't you come up with it on your own?"

With that you pulled away from his cock, ignoring the way Arthur involuntarily cried out from the loss of your heat. You didn't even get a chance to tease him on it before he spoke quickly and desperately.

"Use me as much as you want, luv. Fuck my face until you're satisfied, gag me and use that cockring on me, fuck me until you can't move any longer- just let me please you, darling."

This was what you wanted. A disheveled, blushing and desperate Arthur underneath you, finally being the one to beg. And all of it was focused on making you feel good, not just him getting to cum.

You smiled, thumbing the budding tear of frustration away from the corner of his eye, "good boy."

A quick tap to his arms, and Arthur finally stopped grasping the headboard like his life depended on it, letting you straddle his face with ease. With how good he was being, you decided to unlock the cuffs that held him, pleased that he still didn't touch you without permission.

"You can use your hands for this," you muttered, fisting his hair, "and if you continue to listen well, I'll let you cum inside of me tonight. I know how much you love watching your seed drip out of me…"

Arthur immediately grasped your hips, swiftly pulling you down to lap at your aching cunt.

As you relaxed into his grip, melting against his tongue, you considered that maybe, you should do this much more often.

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Hope you enjoyed! I'm not sure what kind of teasing you wanted, but this is what I came up with. I don't think it falls under full edging, but... Maybe still fun to read?

While I think Arthur would be desperate to cum at a certain point, I think he really gets off on getting to please Mc and cumming from that, so that's why I wrote him begging like that.

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sochawrites · 2 years

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The eyes of the Boogeyman – SPOILERS

gender neutral reader first person pov reader is Michael's child scene rewrite canon-typical violence

"If I can't have her..." were the last words the guy on the ground mustered before he plunged a knife deep into his throat. What an amateur, I thought, still not understanding why the Boogeyman let him live and help him with the murders.

I was standing in the shadows, out of Laurie's sight, silently laughing at how pathetic she looked after pulling the weapon out and then being screamed at by her granddaughter. They were all so stupid, so blind.

She claimed that she saw the evil of Myers in Corey's eyes, that he hold the same dark gaze in them. Too bad she spent so many years obsessing over a locked-up man, rather than giving more thought to her surroundings. She might have had a chance to expect what was coming for her tonight.

My mother was a nurse in Smiths Grove Sanitarium, first meeting Michael while working under doctor Loomis, and falling for him at the first sight. While the same couldn't be said for Michael, he somehow certainly gained some sort of affection towards the nurse after a few years, opening up in his way, and allowing her to learn how to understand him in a way no doctor ever could. This 'relationship', after the doctor's death, lead to me being born, and although she never said anyone who my father was, it seemed like all the staff already knew, all of them except the doctors. I heard it all the time from other nurses every time mother took me with her, "You have your father's eyes!". I was allowed to enter his cell with mom when she was doing checkups on him, for that little family time, if one could call it that, just never when the doctors were around. She taught me how to read him too, preparing me for the time that had since already come.

Looking at the body on the ground I allowed my mind to wander to the memories of my sparse meetings with Corey.

I was on the way to the basement of my house, fully prepared to scold my poker face of a father for bringing yet another victim inside, just to see that he let the guy live, and escape, almost ramming into me on his way out. But there was no need for me to question father about what just happened, the way he stood told me all I needed. He didn't know it either.

I kept my eyes on the guy, learning his name and the fact that he needed therapy, just like everybody else in Haddonfield. His meeting with Allyson Nelson was interesting information, but nothing father would know about.

Disappointed, I returned home, just to be met with him presenting a cop as an offering to the Shape, hoping in becoming something of an apprentice. I scoffed at the sight, why would father ever give over his mantle to some random guy, someone so careless and incompetent, when I was right there, his own child? oh, how mistaken I was.

And the audacity he had for claiming the mask for himself...

I was actually quite sad that it wasn't me who took his life away. No matter, father was here, taking back what was rightfully his. While reaching for the knife, Corey's body began to shake violently. I tightened my gloved hold on my own blade, ready to strike and deal the final blow, just to be stopped by the Boogeyman's cold stare as he broke the boy's neck. Stay concentrated, be observant.

The sound of a lock brought our focus to the kitchen, where the microwave was now turned on as well. Laurie Strode was on the move.

Father let me go first, it was clear as a day to me that she was hiding in the pantry, I motioned to my father to wait, while I walked to the so-obviously prepared distraction to turn it off.

We both made our way, walking in sync to keep my presence a secret for a while longer. I stood to the side when the door flew open, the woman launching forward, knocking fathers blade out of his hand with an extinguisher. She was about to lend another hit, but I was quick to stab her side and twist the knife, making her drop the item and turn around while screaming in pain, backing right into the Boogeyman's arms, only then realizing her mistake.

With her head being pulled back and hands held behind her, she looked into my eyes, it took her a second to figure out who I might be. She wasn't scared, more so just angry and in pain. Good. "Want me to hold her for you?" I asked, though he didn't need my help as he swiftly swapped his hand from Laurie's hair to her neck, to which she instinctively jerked her hands too. With a now free hand, father ripped my knife from her side, fast to slice deep into the older woman's unprotected middle, guts spilling out, and stabbing the knife into her ribcage a few times before pulling it out for the last time and dropping her body on the bloody floor. She was sure to bleed out now.

"NO!" a sharp voice of protest pierced the air. Allyson has returned just a minute too late. Full of adrenaline, she mindlessly threw herself at the Shape, but I was more than happy to wrestle her off of him myself.

She hit the ground hard enough to stun her for a while, so I reached for the knife father had previously dropped and cut open her throat, thick hot liquid coating our surroundings. I wanted to let her know this wasn't personal from my side, but what was the point, she was a dead girl walking now anyway. With that line of thought and the sound of police sirens in the background, I plunged the blade into her heart, ending her life there and then.

It was time to go home.

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