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idontplaytrack · 13 days

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Heels and shove

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, violence, injury

Janis’ girlfriend of a year transfers to North Shore, catching the attention of many.

I tried my best anon, hahah. Enjoy:) I also couldn't think of a title lol.

“What are you looking at?” Damian asks.

“Today’s y/n’s first day at the school and I’m hoping she isn’t running late.”

“Why didn’t you guys come here together?”

“She woke up late and told me to come to school first.”

“Oh, no. Did she get enough sleep last night?”

“Why do you think she woke up late, Damian?” Janis asked him in return.

“Sorry.” Damian bit back a laugh.

Before Janis could respond to that, she spots you walking into the school. The sound of your boots hitting the floor with every step you took had the students look up and around to see where it was coming from. And when they realised it was an unfamiliar face, the buzzing began instantly, all of them wondering who on earth you were. Dressed a black lace long sleeve top underneath your tank top, you had on a matching mini skirt to along with your thigh high boots.

You head straight to Janis and Damian. “Hey, you made it.” Janis smirked an arm finding its way around your waist.

“Hey.” You gave her a small smile, then said hi to Damian.

“You’re attracting quite a bit of attention.” He says quietly.

“So?” You and Janis answered in sync before she presses a kiss to your lips.

“Oh, who do we have here?”

Regina. Of course. Of course she’d show up at this very second.

“None of your business, Regina.” You snarked, going along with her tone.

“Oh, my God!” Regina gasps, “Is this your girlfriend, Janis?”

“And that concerns you, how?” Janis shot her a look of annoyance. That feigned niceness. She was being hella sarcastic. Or maybe just bitchy, as usual. Whatever it was, you weren’t having it.

“Maybe you should get on your way.” You said, hoping she’d somehow get the hint.

Janis’ grip around you tightens. “Now we know who’s the top and who’s the bottom.” Regina smirked. Oh you wanted to punch that right off her face.

“Oh, you don’t know shit, you Plastic.” You scoff.

“Baby, just ignore her. She’s not worth any of your time.”

“Please, you were obsessed with me.”

“That’s not the compliment you think it is.” Janis laughs in disbelief, ready to lead you away, to your homeroom. The first bell rings.

“Saved by the bell. Let’s go.” Damian shoves the two of you past Regina and her little posse that’d just caught up.

Well, you ended up being in the same homeroom as Janis, Damian and Cady— Cady was nice, but you knew she infiltrated The Plastics for awhile and what that caused. So you were a little wary of her. Later that day in third period, you sat at your desk in trig when you saw that blonde walk in. Well, fuck.

She smirked at you. You were paying no attention to her, but she still managed to irritate you. She kept interrupting the class, talking to her friend. And seated right behind you too, so you could hear everything that they were saying very clearly. “I’m not afraid of you. If you continue to say anything about me or Janis, you’ll be so sorry.“

“I’ll be waiting, baby.”

“Do not call me that.” You replied harshly, focusing back on the lesson before the teacher could fault you for it.

And when that class was over, she still kept following you. “Regina, what are you even doing?” Gretchen— that’s who that was. “Why are you so interested in bothering them? Just to get a reaction? For what? G, that is so immature. We’ve just been through that whole Burn Book thing and you want to do that again?”

“Relax, guys. I was just joking,”

“Not funny. Piss off.” You stated, then quickly escaped, making your way to American Literature class.

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“You’re in the same trig class as Regina and Gretchen? Damn.” Damian’s eyes widen in shock for a moment.

“She’s really just doing so much for nothing. I don’t know what the fuck kind of ‘reaction’ she’s expecting but I’m just so pissed off at this point.” You huffed, getting out your notebook.

Okay, of course, this was your favourite class so far since you were with Damian and Janis. But then after that, you and Janis were separated again so you could go to AP History. But lunch, lunch was after that which was great because you were getting a little bit hungry. “Okay, class, I will see you all on Thursday. Class dism—” The bell interrupted Mr. Daniels, “Class dismissed.”

Gleefully, you exited the classroom while talking to the friend you’d just made, Elise. “No, I got transferred here because people at my old school decided it wasn’t right for me to retaliate after I got bullied.”

“That’s so rude of them.” Elise said back.

“I left voluntarily.” You added on.

“Go you.” Elise laughs, “What’s your next class?”

“I have lunch. I’m just about to go meet up with my girlfriend and our best friend. You?”

“Oh, I have gym.” She tells you, “I’ll see you again on Thursday though. Bye, y/n.”

“See you.” You waved then she departs, going in the direction opposite of yours.

And then the distinct sound of heels clacking against the school’s floors made you curse— almost aloud, she was coming up behind you. What did you do? Pretend you didn’t hear it, hear her. But you picked up your pace though.

“You.” She somehow caught up anyway. Those Louboutin heels appeared before your eyes.

“What?” You looked at her clearly displeased, feeling the anger within you bubbling up quickly thanks to the hunger.

“No wonder.” She chuckles, the sickening smirk forms again, “No wonder Janis rejected me.”

You scoffed.

“She likes the freaks.” She leaned in to whisper in your ear. You inhaled sharply, your fists balling up. You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket— that was definitely Damian or Janis trying to contact you. “And you’re one.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You snarled, “God forbid little rich girl, Regina George can’t get what she wants one time.”

The blonde stared daggers into your soul. She had the power to intimidate, she had the power over most of the student population to destroy them for life. Janis got a terrible reputation because of the girl before you, that only very recently died off. Not you though, the only thing you felt when you saw her face was anger. Anger for what she did to so many, but mainly anger for what she did to Janis. “Get the fuck out of my way or else I’d just—”

“Just what? Push me? Tell on me?”

The urge to punch her in the face was so incredibly strong, but you took a deep breath and sidestepped her and went on your way quickly.

“God, there you are.” Janis heaves a sigh of relief as you plopped your lunch tray down. “What happened? Is your stomach—”

“I’m fine. It’s not that.” You answered her fast.

“Then-”

Damian tilted his head towards some laughter, from Regina and her little posse. Janis’ brows were raised for a beat and she scoffs, “Lucky for her she didn’t get her jaw broken.”

“I don’t get why Gretchen keeps hanging out with her.” You said, “She was stopping Regina.”

“Gretchen is nice, so is Karen. But you know, they’re still scared of her because well, she’s who she is.” Damian shrugged.

“I mean they could just— stop hanging out with Regina?”

“No, honey, they think they need her. It’s too late. They’re too dependent.” Janis states, holding the Oatly bottle in her hand as she swirled it before taking a sip.

“Hi, freaks.” The blonde intentionally walked by.

“I have had it with you! Why is the school so afraid of you? So what if you’re rich? That doesn’t give you the right to control people for your own enjoyment.” You yelled, “Call me a freak. Whatever. I do not care about what you think. But keep their names out of your mouth or I'll make you regret everything you have ever uttered."

"You don't know her like we do." Damian agrees, "You'll be so damn sorry."

Regina smiled sarcastically, sitting down at her usual table. Karen immediately told her to apologise to you, but did she listen? Of course not. You stood up for yourself and those you care about when it was needed, she tormented everyone because she likes it. That was the difference, and a big one at that. "Okay, what the hell did she actually say to you?" Janis leaned closer to ask quietly.

"She started off by telling me how you rejected her. Like I didn't know that- we were already dating then." Janis snorted a laugh, "What, and then she called you a freak?"

"She's jealous, my loves." Damian laughs, "She's not used to this...not being able to get what she wants. And I am loving every second of it."

"Of course you are." Janis rolled her eyes.

"Okay, anyway— what's the deal with Cady?"

"That, is Regina's girl."

Your eyes nearly flew out of your head and thank God you weren't eating because you would've choked. "What? That sweet, nice girl is that bitch's girlfriend?"

"Eh, yeah. They're in love and she's the only one Regina even treats like a normal human. But y'know, even better. Because they're dating. So maybe this stupid shit she's saying is all for show, for the thrill. But still, girl I know you wanna kill her but please don't."

"I know, Damian. She's not worth it. I— am so angry right now." Someone threw something at your head. You reached behind the pulled a cheese fry out of your hair, immediately tossing it back before she could dodge. You hit her directly in the mouth. The students surrounding your tables laughed. Satisfied, you returned to eating then cleaned out your hair afterwards.

Regina didn't retaliate again. Until the last bell let out for the day. While you were waiting for Janis to be done with her gym class, someone just came up to you and slammed you against a locker. "Regina! What the hell?" Aaron yelled, "Are you okay?"

"I-"

"How dare you? No one messes with me." Regina continues, pushing Aaron away and lunging at you. She easily shoves you to the floor. You were caught by surprise, completely unable to defend yourself.

"Regina, it's you." Gretchen spoke up, "You have been messing with her all day and now you've really hurt her. I don't know why I'm so scared of you- she's right. You're the same age as me, as so many of us, why are we living like we need to bow down to you no matter what? What's the point?"

God, the pain. The pain in your wrist, it wasn't going away. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to help yourself back on your feet. "Regina George, you better stay where you are!" Janis came running, ready to tackle her to the ground. Again, Aaron stops it from happening. "Get off me! She hurt my girlfriend."

"And it's no use getting yourself in trouble over her." Aaron says. Karen and Gretchen helped you up, and you crying out in pain freaked them the hell out.

"Janis, let's go. Now." Damian glared at her, "She needs to go to the hospital."

Janis froze, stopping whatever she was planning on doing. "Fine."

#auli’i cravalho #janis 'imi'ke x fem reader #janis ‘imi’ike #mean girls 2024 #mgmm fics #sfw wlw #wlw fics #x reader #reader insert #female reader #lgbtqia #queer #regina george

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gwyns · 2 months

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I’m the anon that asked about Gwyn & Az! It’s nice getting to talk about things like this! I don’t go on twitter as much, because the e/riel’s there are truly unhinged. I don’t know why e/riel’s think it’s stupid that gwynriel’s are fine with Azriel saying “I don’t have a mate”, but we are because we’ll get to actually see it on page. Why would they want their ship to develop off page where you can’t read about it? Makes no sense. One of the best things about romance is getting to see the two characters slowly become enamored with each other.

I don’t think they have crushes on each other either (Gwyn might think he’s attractive) or are best friends (yet), but I think they are very good acquaintances. We will get to see their friendship develop on page, as well as their romantic feelings which will be so nice to see. I definitely agree that there is a mutual respect and trust between them. Azriel sees the warrior in Gwyn. He doesn’t see her as a victim. And so far, he treats her with respect and his interactions with her feel healthy compared to his interactions with Mor & Elain.

Do you think Gwyn and Azriel will become lovers/a couple first and then will have sex/explore it, or start exploring sex and then become lovers? I have a lot of thoughts on the sexuality aspect. It grosses me out how some e/riel’s think survivors of assault can never have sex or have sex that might be more kinky. I honestly feel like there’s a lot Sarah can do with them not only as lovers/a couple, but their friendship build up and them as individual characters. I don’t think Gwyn is going to fix Azriel, but she will help with his self worth and help accept parts of himself.

hiii i'm so sorry it took me awhile to get to this!! i agree it's very nice to be able to talk about this <3 i understand your avoidance of twitter they're... horrid on there. i've gotten to the point where i just drag any of them i happen to see on my timeline and they usually block me so, it's been fun!

i grow more and more convinced every day that e/riels have never read books before. when a character says something like "i don't have a mate" in a fated mates series that's the author telling us "yes he does, he's just too stupid to see it right now". of course he has a mate, sjm loves her happy endings. it's a little something called dramatic irony and i believe the greeks coined the term. like it's obvious to us, the readers, where this is going but he's oblivious to it. it's not hard to figure out

yes, yes, yes! i definitely think that by the end of acosf they're both on each other's radars. gwyn is comfortable being alone with him and az admires and encourages her. they're not super close (yet) but they find themselves liking one another's company more and more. it'll be such a seamless transition from acquaintances to friends to best friends to lovers and i can't wait for it!

now that's where this gets tricky. it's hard to tell when sjm will introduce their physical relationship but i hope it's more towards the end. i want their friendship to be at the front of their relationship for awhile. i do think that they won't become "official" or anything until after they have sex. i think they'll realize they're attracted to each other, and gwyn will be curious enough to ask him about it and az would be willing and... well you can guess the rest lol

oh definitely. azriel needs to self reflect a lot and realize he's worthy of love as is. he doesn't have to constantly try and prove he belongs when he already does. i think gwynriel have the potential to be one of sjm's most beautiful couples. the comfort they'd find in each other, how they'd help one another to see that they're worthy of everything they have and want... ugh i love it. they really do share many similarities and parallels and that's not a coincidence on sjm's part

as for e/riels being gross, nothing about their behavior surprises me anymore, unfortunately. i have to believe they're younger, stupider people that don't fully realize how harmful their thinking is. gwyn can and will have a healthy sexual relationship in the future, if that's what she wants. she's more than her trauma and assault, she's even said so, stop reducing her to only that and reflect on how your words can harm real people who have experienced similar things

#antielriel #anti e/riel #acotar #azriel #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #asks #anonymous

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centralperkchenford · 7 months

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Insecure Lucy runs away after sleeping with Tim and he reassures her that he wants her

Chenford + Lucy has doubts Tim wants to be with her

Aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool What if all I need is you?

When Tim wakes up the morning after he expects to find Lucy next to him tucked into his side like she was when they fell asleep last night. But when he reaches over he feels nothing but cold sheets. He sits up confused and looks around, her room is empty and quiet. He swings his legs out of bed and pushes into the living room but it’s empty and quiet as well. His shirt that he had taken off is hanging over the chair and all the food that Lucy had been preparing was cleaned up.

He grabs his shirt and slips it on and then goes back to Lucy’s bedroom to look for his cell phone. He grabs it and dials her number, she answers on the first ring but she sounds out of breath.

“Hi.” He says. There’s a long silence and Tim is concerned she hung up on him.

“Hey.” She says quietly. He hears something rustling on the other end like she’s going through leaves or something.

“Where are you?” He asks and there’s another long silence.

“I went for a run.” She answers. He sighs and sits down on her bed. He doesn’t want to push her too much. But he does want to know why she’s not here in bed with him, curled up with her legs intertwined with his.

“Why?” He asks finally.

Lucy lets out a breath and when she talks it sounds like she is about to burst into tears. “I’m not what you want. I’m not your type. I’m not worth it.” She says and her voice sounds so sad and broken.

“Where are you exactly?” He asks. He hears her sniffle and his muscles tense up. He hates the thought of her somewhere alone, upset and thinking he doesn’t want her.

Because that is not true. He wants her so much it hurts sometimes and especially after last night…

“I’m at the park close to my apartments but Tim—” She says but he cuts her off. He throws on his shirt not bothering to snap it up yet and he’s at the front door sliding on his shoes. He snaps his shirt up as he runs down the stairs not caring that they are crooked.

He stays on the phone with Lucy, although it’s silent and he knows he looks crazy and looks like he’s doing the run of shame. He makes it to the park entrance and sees Lucy sitting on a bench making shapes in the dirt with her shoes.

He approaches slowly and carefully not wanting to startle her. “Hey.” He says and he hears it echoed on her phone. She turns to look at him and gives him a small, sad smile and then hangs up the phone. He comes and sits by her, not saying anything for a minute.

“Did you run out of the apartment like that?” She asks him giving him a once over and she’s smiling softly.

He smiles back at her and grabs her hand lacing his fingers with hers. “Yes.” He replies. “I wanted you to know something.”

She bites her lip and turns to look at him, tears in her eyes. “What’s that?” She asks.

He reaches over and tucks some hair behind her ear. “I want you.” He says. “And you are worth it Lucy. You are worth everything. The good, the bad, the ugly. Everything.”

“But you are going to be bored out of your mind at the desk job.” She says playing with his fingers but not looking at him.

“You can’t give up something you love for me.” She says. Tim swallows down the three words that are on the tip of his tongue. I love you. It’s true he does love her and has for awhile even if it took a while for him to admit it to himself. But they just started dating and he doesn’t want to scare her off.

“I don’t care about being on patrol Lucy.” He says. “I care about you. And seeing you everyday and being with you. The job is the job. You matter more.”

Lucy brings her hand up to her lips and gives it a soft kiss. “You don’t have any doubts? Any reservations about being with me?” She asks.

Tim shakes his head. “I’m not saying it will be easy baby. But I just want you. I want all of you. You are everything I have ever wanted.”

“How do you know that? We have only been together a few weeks and we just slept together. You could change your mind.” She says.

Tim shakes his head. He wants her to understand how much he wants her, needs her.

“I won’t.” He says and she still looks doubtful. He scoots closer to her and unlaces their fingers. She pouts a little but then he’s cupping her face.

“I have wanted this for a while Lucy. A long while. Last night was everything and more to me.” He says. “And I hate that you are having doubts. Because I want to be with you. I will say it as many times as I have to.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispers. “I’m sorry I’m insecure. I just.. it’s stupid. I’m stupid.”

“You are not stupid Luce.” Says Tim softly. “These are normal feelings. We will just talk through them.”

“Has anyone ever told you are amazing.” She asks him scooting closer. He bumps noses with her and wants to say all the time. But he doesn’t instead he kisses her gently on the lips sighing happily when she smiles against them.

“You are amazing too Luce. In every single way.” He says sincerely. “I mean it.”

“I believe you.” She says and she bites her lip. And it looks like she does. And he feels very relived.

“Thank you.” She mumbles. “Last night was amazing for me too.”

Tim hums and kisses her hair before pulling her up. “Let’s go back to your apartment and I will cook you some breakfast and then we can do what I wanted to do when I woke up.” He says.

She grins at him and bites her lips as she unsnaps his shirt and then snaps then back up. She pats his chest and he laughs as he takes her hand.

Feeling at peace and feeling happy as he did last night.

Lucy is the best thing that has ever happened to him and he’s going to make sure Lucy knows that for the rest of her life.

Because he loves her and she’s worth it.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered

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nightlytoxicpassion · 10 months

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Yandere Kaeya Headcanons.

Gender neutral reader/darling MDNI Content Warning: Poor horny writing, grammar errors, NSFW, yandere themes, stalking, jealousy, food kink, spit kink, virgin kink, overestimation, choking/smothering. degradation, praise, manipulation. isolation, kidnapping, mentions of throat fucking and slapping/stepping genitals. (Let me know if I missed anything)

Kaeya’s love isn’t something gained in a instant, just as his love for aged wine. It’ll take awhile before this new addiction takes hold. Your relationship starts off normal if not too sweet; its something out of a fairy tail. A knight recusing you from whatever peril you might be in. Wither you’re in actual danger or, just tripped; leaving groceries scattered. He’ll be the handsome hero to lend you his aid. It’ll be such a meet-cute moment. Although it will be just that, a moment not even worth remembering. Harsh but, from Kaeya perspective you’re another citizen. A adorable citizen but, a citizen none the less.

You’ll eventually bump into one another again and, again. All these sweet interaction will start lingering in his mind, maybe little fantasies swirl in his thoughts from time to time. All these little fantasies are feeding into delusions of a perfect life. He doesn’t even love you at this stage, just has a big’ol puppy crush is all. It’ll stay that way until you show any ounce of interest in him. He’ll ask you out in a very public setting, knowing it will be harder for you to reject his offer. Beside he plans on this being a one time occasion. Just one little fun night between acquaintances. Kaeya will be the perfect gentlemen, pulling out a chair for you, complimenting your outfit, and softly holding your hand as you two take a short stroll after dinner. His hands will never wander, staying appropriate the whole time. By the end Kaeya walks you home, bidding you a goodnight before giving your hand a whisper of a kiss. As he lays in bed, those little fantasies come back ten fold. You were just too fun and sweet to forget about. Maybe this won’t be a one time thing.

This is when his obsession starts. Stalking isn’t something he has time to do but, he does have resources to get all the answers he wants. He’ll know almost everything there is to know about you and, with all his info he’ll start to put it to use as he takes you out on more and more dates. As time goes by even Kaeya will change himself to fit what you’d find to be a good- No perfect partner. But perfect partner don’t stalk one another do they though? They don’t break into the others house and, steal clothes to jerk off into. No no, perfect partners don’t do these things but, he’ll allow himself to not be perfect when no one is looking. He’ll spit into your drinks or foods so you’ll have a part of him inside you. Might even put some cum into them if he’s feeling daring. Once stole a bottle of your wine and, took it home. Drew himself a bath, with candles and rose petals. Your wine mixed with the warm water. Used the bottle to pleasure himself with, The tip of his cock covered with your underwear as he (tries to) fucks into the open end of the bottle pretending its your virgin hole. His skin was slightly stained red afterwards, he called in sick the next day.

Enjoys blackmailing other possible love interest you may have. Even if he can’t find in real evidence for blackmail he’ll find a way to discourage them. For Kaeya its nice knowing on one is perfect for you other then him. Well he’ll make himself perfect for you anyways.

Everything will seem normal for a long time. Everyone, including you sees a sweet couple with little to no issues. Kaeya doesn’t feel that way. What if you get bored? Could you be cheating on him? You were 15 minutes late for dinner last night, were you fucking someone else because he’s saving himself for you on your wedding night? Are you going to fall out of love with him for no reason and, leave him like everyone else? He’ll pop the big question once these thoughts get to loud. Please don’t say no. His heart won’t be able to take it.

A perfect fairy tail wedding something he’s been dreaming about for years. Once at the altar he’ll no longer be the suave Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius but, as whole heartedly Kaeya Alberich a man with a damaged golden heart, a man so pathetically addicted to you. Crying out his vows of undying love for you, its almost embarrassing to watch if not for Barbara and Jean sniffling during the whole speech. The final kiss will forever lock you two together, forever intertwined fates never to separated. Kaeya is absolutely shameless once you’re out of the public eye. Grinding hard and, heavy on you. So loud with his wants, even if your too tired to make love that night he’ll want to cuddle you nude but, tomorrow you are getting it for sure. Although he’s a virgin he has knowledge, romance book knowledge but, knowledge none the less. His rough hands ghost over you form, gently removing your clothing, all the while he kissing your sweet lips desperately. He shaking once you’re completely nude, even if he seen many pictures of you in a naked state, nothing can compare to seeing it in person. His mouth is covering every inch of your body, nothing left untouched. Small praises mutter between each kiss, after sucking lighting on your nipples he’ll move down to you groin. Truly he doesn’t mean tease you but, he wants this moment to be special. Kissing and licking around the areas you wanted touched. He’ll look at you lusty eyes and, ask for you to be vocal in exactly what make you feel pleasure. With that said he is diving back down, spiting on you genitals rubbing it all over before putting his mouth back on you. With his wet hand he’ll slowing jerk himself off as he taste you. Will listen to everything you want and will not stop till you have an orgasm. Wither its sucking, licking or fingering he’ll do it for you. Accidentally overstimulates during your high, he just can’t get enough of your sounds or taste. You’ll need to ask him to stop a few times.

After giving you both a short break he’ll get back to work. Grabbing you hand he’ll lead it to his hard cock. “Can you feel my love darling? Come on, guide me in.” He’s tearing up the second he is in you and god forbid you’re actually a virgin too. Last 2 minutes before blowing his load, crying out love you’s like he’ll die if he doesn’t and, with little sorry mixed between. Wants to go again and will whine until you say yes. Kaeya will start opening up about his true extent of his love, saying thing like; “No one can fucking touch you now, you’re all mine sweet heart.” “You’re my little slut, just for me. You can stop being a whore.” “You smell so much lovelier fresh.” He’ll shut up if you looked too cornered. Over all he does a good job hiding his obsession when his darling is consenting, and if your not he’ll just make it to were you will want nothing but him. Doesn’t want to kidnap you but will if you reject him or try to leave. He just want a perfect fairy tail relationship with you, and forcing into his basement is anything but that. A lot of domestic training, all that sweet couple crap is his goal. Greeting him at the door when he back, setting the bath, making dinner and, all that jazz. Will give you little rewards for listening to him.

Punishments are rarely physical but can be if you’re really bad. A hard slap is the hardest he’ll ever want to go but, a rough throat fuck never killed anyone. Maybe the rope around your wrist are too tight and, cut into you. Slapping or stepping on you genitals might put you in your place. Choking isn’t off the table either. Actually refuses to have sex with you as a punishment, it really ruins his delusions of you just being a kinky brat. Isolation is more of his cup of tea, that and, manipulation. “Darling you’ve brought this onto yourself. Everything was perfect till you decided to play the cheating whore.” Kaeya will make to be your fault that this all happened, if you never tried to leave him, to be so unfaithful to him. This would have never happened. He still love you though and, nothing can or will ever change that.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere smut #yandere kaeya #genshin impact smut #kaeya x reader #kaeya x reader smut #smut

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greycappedjester · 3 months

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hey! hope you’re doing well. I’m starting to reread the HQ at Hogwarts series because I needed a change of pace from my work at uni (and it’s a comfort read of mine). anywho, I was wondering if you had a favorite quote from any of your stories that you wrote and why (or just the quote if it is to avoid spoilers)? like were there any quotes that really made a scene worth writing to you?

Oooh I love this ask, thank you!

Let's see, I don't know if these are my favorite but they're lines that come to mind a lot that I'm specifically proud of (tbh I tend to forget lines until I'm re-reading one of my stories and see it and go "oh yeah, that one")

I'll try to do one per series. I can't really pick one from Past is a Mirror or Call Me Your Home At Night yet, I'll have to wait until they're more done:

ATFO:

Oof somehow this is the hardest series to choose just one line from. That said, it's a super dark line for a dark chapter but I really love the use of homophones in this one.

Dick tilts his head up to the sky and laughs.

Laughs until it hurts and it does, it hurts so much, and that just makes him laugh more--throwing his arms out like he can fly on the ground and turning in a circle in a dirt covered Gotham alley that even the morning can’t erase.

Because Robin always smiles when it’s dark. Until it’s morning again.

Or mourning again.

….Dick’s laugh fades out.

Cards:

And, eight years old and with a bone deep gravity too heavy for his small body, Kuroo Tetsuro quietly made a vow even if Kozume Kenma would never hear it.

I’m going to build a kingdom around you.

(Not a line but Tsuki and Hinata's final conversation in Shufling the Deck is what really sold me on writing that sequel)

Walking With My Eyes Open/ In Spite of Ourselves:

Honestly for short stories this series has some of my favorite conversations; but, a couple of favorite lines are these two.

But, human shoulders weren’t meant to bear the expectations of divinity.

and

A riddle, Schrodinger’s long lost love letter. Gen had proof he fell in love--was dying to try even--yet still couldn’t quite believe it. So, which was the lie?

Hq at Hogwarts:

I really love the prologue for Department of Mysteries; I wrote it waaaay before I posted it and was excited about posting it for awhile. I think the end just eally says everything about how long and how deeply Akaashi does love Bokuto.

He was bright and happy and so deeply good in a way that was everything Akaashi wanted that he fell in love by the time he took the hand.

“I’m Keiji.”

Investigators Inc.:

Truthfully, my favorite of my humorous stories; I like this exchange a lot from when their van breaks down. It just eels like it really fits all of them.

“I’m looking up directions,” Suga said, already pulling out his phone.

“But….but, map !” Oikawa held it up even as it drooped around him.

“Great,” Kuroo said, “we can use it for shelter when we’re stuck out here and have to take up foraging.”

Bokuto brightened. “Ooh, I’ve got a pocket knife!”

“Yay, we’ll need it to fight off the wolves,” Kuroo said.

“I don’t think it’s that dire,” Suga said, showing them the screen. “There’s a town pretty close by. Can’t find a taxi or a towing service, though. We may have to walk if Iwaizumi can’t fix it. It’s about an hour.”

Kuroo shrugged. “Honestly, Iwaizumi can probably fix it. He’s like the machine whisperer or something.”

“Iwaizumi cannot fix it,” Iwaizumi said from right beside the passenger window and Oikawa jumped. “The transmission’s out.”

“Then, put it back in,” Bokuto suggested.

Iwaizumi stared. “I’m seriously having all of you read a car manual one of these days."

Thanks again for the ask! Trutfully I always love hearing what people's favorite lines are; I just think it's really neat to see what sticks with people and I'm always touched that it could be something I wrote.

#hq at hogwarts #atfo #wwmeo #cards #investigations inc

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About That Radio Thing...

A Sort-of MasterPost in Zenith Mid-Century Industrial Design

Every once in awhile I get bitter about what I had thought was gonna be my "happy fun retirement project", because I ended up having to give them all up. I took a lot of really good photos of them in the process of selling them on eBay for literal pennies compared to the dollars I'd spent on them. So at least there's the pictures, and the knowledge.

I'm talkin' about my radios. Radio, real AM Radio used to be so incredible, before it became hate-radio. It was how I heard EVERYTHING first!

The year is 1971. I'm a musical-obsessive 12 year old and hearing Lennon's "Power To The People" come over the airwaves for literally the first time, along with everyone else! It felt incredible! It was how we all connected to the big energy of our time. In a way, it was our internet.

After my sweetie died I wanted to collect radios that I liked, radios with a certain kind of industrial-streamlined deco vibe, and boy I collected. In the span of a couple of years I managed to find/buy a large collection of Zenith radios in particular, along with a few choice others.

The main object of my obsession was the industrial design of most Zenith radios from 1939-1953, the work of one Robert Davol Budlong. His designs speak to me. Seeing the evolution of style from between those two dates is impressive.

So I was all set to enjoy being an old radio guy. Until I wasn't.

There are a lot of reasons the radio collecting thing just decidedly became NOT what I was going to do. First was finding out a lot of the "old radio enthusiasts" are mostly old nazi shits.

I had been excited about living just down the street from a "museum/club" building, but after I actually tried to interact a few times, that pretty much came crashing to a halt.

There was one younger guy who seemed OK, but as for any other interactions, not really. And it coincided with my financial downward spiral in such a way that I had to start selling off what had at least occupied my grieving mind (and eyes).

Eye candy becomes expendable when shit gets real. I ended up having to sell most of the radios. I kept one console, and a couple of small transistors. So I kinda had to grieve not only my sweetie, but the "eye candy" that had occupied me since she died.

Oh, and somehow in the shuffle of this shitshow of life this past 10 years, I once managed to leave the lock unlocked on my (supposedly secure and guarded) storage unit, and thirty of my prize radios and record players were literally wheeled out and stolen. About $2k worth.

And now, I'm too broke to collect a goddamn thing.

But at least I still have the pictures.

That's what started this. Every once in awhile I want to see them. It makes me happy to see all that amazing Budlong design again. Of the ones that worked, I can remember what each one sounded like. I also collected ads for certain models, catalog pages that they were part of, etc. There are posts about that, as well.

So I thought I'd just put all the links to the main radio posts I've made over the last few years, making this a Radio Masterpost of sorts.

Lots of mid-century industrial design eye candy. Yer welcome. Alternately, go to my page and just search "Zenith" or "radio", "radio ads", "catalog", "radio advertising" etc. I don't do the tag thing much, but the search works pretty good on my page, actually.

So yeah, the love affair with radios will stay mine, but it's bittersweet.

AND NOTE: THEY ARE ALL GONE, VERY SOLD. ANY EBAY LINKS ARE LONG, LONG DEAD.

Just search my blogpage to see some more. I'll try to gather all the various links together here.

Here's one last one for today. Another of Zenith's unicorns, the T545: Combination radio and 45-rpm-only record changer, in all its original bakelite splendour. This is another rare bird that, sadly, I only owned for a few months before having to give it up again. I hope the new owner has done the electronic/mechanical restore to it and that lit lives on. To have found one with absolutely no real damage to the bakelite, and brights that are BRIGHT, it's really rare! Feast your eyes.

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Ben 10 Random au part 2

[Trigger warning mentions of blood and a bit of cursing]

It was a long, long battle, they had finally won against Vilgax. It was all over, the world, and the universe was saved, yes some of the city was destroyed but it was worth it. At least to some of the aliens.

The aliens tried all they could to help people out, Stinkfly flew around to see if people needed help, Heatblast made sure people were safe and warm, even Upgrade was helping out and reassuring people things were finally ok.

Fourarms: we checked all over, sure everyone is safe. Stinkfly is making sure we didn't miss anything.

Fourarms said to Upgrade as he walked up to him. Fourarms was pretty good at keeping everything upbeat an optimistic, but Upgrade could see he was sort of slipping.

Upgrade: how about you rest, I'll go see if Stinkfly needs help ok?

Fourarms was relieved, he didn't want to admit it but he was exhausted from the battle. Upgrade would be too, but he never gets tired that's probably why it was easier for him to fight.

Fourarms: ok, thanks man. And hey-

He puts his hand on Upgrades shoulder.

Fourarms: be proud, ok? We won.

Upgrade: ...I know, but it seems we only won a battle, not the war.

Fourarms knew he was right, they finally defeated Vilgax, who knows what could happen next.

It was about 10 minutes, maybe 30? Upgrade was good at most things but never good at keeping time, Stinkfly mostly handled that.

Upgrade: Stinkfly!

He hadn't seen Stinkfly in awhile, ever since the battle. He walked around the city looking for him.

Upgrade: wuh? Hey, HEY VINE!

Wildvine: huh? Hey man! You ok, need help?

Upgrade: have you seen Stinkfly? Fourarms told me we was flying around here.

Wildvine: no I haven't. Haven't seen him in a few hours.

Upgrade was good at hiding his emotions, better than anyone. But this time and he couldn't handle it anymore, he almost saw his friends die, he could've died, by someone he used to know. He was stretched thin and to even think that something, anything could of happened to the only person he loved. He couldn't keep it together anymore.

Upgrade: have your heard anything from anyone?! Anything at all?!!

Wildvine: I-i don't know man I haven't heard anything.

Upgrade: you either do or you don't! You don't remember anything-

Upgrade took a breath, he knew if he acted like this it would make things worse.

Upgrade: just- can you come with me to look for him?

Wildvine: yea yea sure.

After awhile, they didn't find anything they met back with the others to see if they were ok. Everyone seemed fine, except for XLR8, XLR8 wasn't like the others, he was fast and quick to react but he wasn't durable.

Upgrade: Zel! Are you ok? Of course not- here and here, there blood all over you!

Why didn't you say anything?

XLR8: I...I didn't want to bother..

Upgrade: but you wouldn't have bothered anyone at all.

Upgrade only cared about very few things, heck he didn't even care about himself. But something he did care for was XLR8.

Upgrade: Vine. Take XLR8 back to the base. Watch him ok?

Wildvine: of course.

Wildvine turned around to leave but Upgrade grabbed his wrist and whispered.

Upgrade: if anything happens to him, I'll make sure you family tree ends with you.

Upgrade could some how be scarier than Vilgax at times.

Wildvine nodded, and took XLR8 back to the base.

Upgrade: Fourarms could you come with me to look for Stinkfly?

Fourarms: yea I'll come with you.

Some of the others were finishing up taking care of the people, and the others went back to the base. It was a while before Upgrade and Fourarms heard something from one of the buildings

Upgrade: Stinkfly?! Is that you?!

It was, he was climbing out of one of the disheveled buildings looking for people.

But there was a sound, a creek, or something, shifting. Suddenly, a part of the building fell and pierced Stinkfly with a metal rod into his side though his back.

Upgrade: SHIT!

Upgrade ran to lift the concrete off of him, but he couldn't, why was he so weak? He was strong enough to lift it why wasn't he lifting it?

Upgrade: FOURARMS!! HELP MEE!

Fourarms ran to help lift the concrete off of Stinkfly, while Upgrade grabbed him to get him out.

Upgrade: you're gonna be ok honey, you're gonna be ok.

He was frantic, there was blood everywhere, on his hands, and the ground.

Fourarms: I got him, I got him!

He lifted Stinkfly and ran with Upgrade to the base.

Upgrade: GREY! DIAMONDHEAD! SOMEBODY?!

Fourarms and Upgrade ran to the clinic were Greymatter, XLR8 and Wildvine where. The others have never heard Upgrade sound like this or even yell like this.

Wildvine: The hell happened!?

Greymatter: lay him here, lay him here.

Fourarms laid Stinkfly down on one of the beds, Stinkfly wasn't frantic, he didn't act like he was in pain, he didn't act like he was covered in his own blood.

Stinkfly: heey Ups. I-I'm fine don't worry-

Upgrade: don't say anything, keep your strength, please I'm right here, I'm here.

Upgrade thought back to a few days ago, he told himself he would be near Stinkfly's side, he promised! But he wasn't and look what that did. The anger, and tiredness overwhelmed him. He started crying, Upgrade never does that.

Upgrade: don't go honey not now, hold on hun ok? Just hold on!

Stinkfly eyes where getting heavy, he tried to stay awake, but he couldn't. He was so exhausted.

Upgrade: Honey? Stinkfly?! Hey! I'm here I'm here!

Greymatter: Fourarms get him out of here he needs space.

Fourarms grabbed Upgrades shoulders and wrists.

Fourarms: let's go bud, he'll be ok-

Upgrade: NO! I promised I'd be with him, I'm not leaving not again!

XLR8: Upgrade.

Upgrade turned to look at him. But it still wasn't enough, he kicked, and screamed as Fourarms dragged him out the room. Wildvine had to help him, Upgrade was strong and he could put up a fight.

Upgrade: LET ME BACK IN THERE I NEED TO SEE HIM!

Fourarms: just calm down first, he's going to be ok don't worry.

Upgrade: THE LOVE OF MY LIFE COULD BE DYING AND YOUR TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN? I PROMISED I'D BE THERE FOR HIM AND I WASNT-

Upgrade stopped, and he finally, just let go. He fell to his knees crying. Fourarms and Wildvine never seen him like this, nothing near, not even a tear. But here they were seeing the most possibly strongest guy on there team, cry and breakdown on the floor.

Fourarms knelt, and he hugged him, he didn't say anything he just hugged him, Wildvine walked over and knelt next to them, and put his hand on Upgrades knee.

Wildvine: it's going to be ok, we're going to make it ok.

Upgrade looked at him with the most tired eyes or eye Wildvine had ever seen, it wasn't hurt or sad or even tired, his eye was just empty. Like the life or little he showed was gone. Just, nothing not even a void, just nothing.

Fourarms: it not over, because I know you won't let it be over.

#sorry theres alot i got REALLY into it #um sorry for the somewhat sudden ending its like almost 1 am i tired #anyways might make part 3 tomorrow idk #um....ITS SOOO SAD EEEEEEHHHHHH #ben 10 reboot #ben10randomau #ben 10 upgrade #ben 10 wildvine #ben 10 stinkfly #ben 10 fourarms #ben 10 xlr8 #also sorry if theres anything miss spelled its very late

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Okay, here's something I'd REALLY love to hear. Thoughts on Joran!

OHHHH MY GOODNESS. OH THIS IS A GOOD ONE.

he is so perfect. well. obviously not perfect but, of course, he's an amazingly written character. his reveal as Consul J was INSANE, I never expected it (rewatching cutscenes and looking back with hindsight was one of the craziest things after finding out... he's literally been there the Whole Time but never said anything until he found the chance to).

I think his turn to villainy makes sense, seeing how he constantly felt sidelined, and just so very desperately wanted to mean something to the others. all his friends were phenomenal in their fields, and he was just... Joran. he felt like a constant burden on them, always weighing his friends down. he never felt like he could fly. so the fact that Moebius was able to manipulate him into becoming one of them makes complete sense and is honestly so fitting!!! they promised him that if he continued on in the endless now, then he could redeem himself and gain the strength to be just like the rest. he wouldn't have to be weak anymore. the fact they paired him up with Dirk is so fascinating to me as well. cuz like, Dirk's some homicidal absolute abomination of a person, and yet he was paired with this vengeful child. his wickedness allowed for Joran to only plummet further into those depths of despair and feelings of inferiority. with this stronger, more despicable man, he could be strong. Dirk could teach him how to "fly" (it's in quotation marks because it isn't true flight, it's a desperate mockup for a strength that can only be found from within.)

the dynamic between him and Lanz hurt me SO MUCH too. Lanz wants to care for and protect everyone all the time, especially Joran, but since he could never help himself and never realized his true worth, he ended up getting on Lanz's nerves. because he knows that Joran is worth so much more than what he says or believes, and it aggravates him to see his friend not realize that. their final scene together is so bittersweet. the fact he never got to apologize for the longest time was utterly heartbreaking too.

and speaking of that final scene... god, it was perfect. seeing him finally snap out of that Moebius induced mania was so incredibly refreshing, I was cheering in my seat as I watched. it took him so long to realize his worth, but he got there. he did it in the end, and sacrificed himself so that his friends that he cherishes so very deeply could continue along their path. the way they gave him, and the rest of the Keves crew closure was so incredibly beautiful. such an amazing sequence. also, the fact they tortured Dirk with it all the while was amazing (Eunie totally deserved the revenge).

overall, I think he's absolutely amazing. despite being a secondary character, he was incredibly influential and his ties to everything that happened were insane to think about after finishing his arc.

also, this one comes with an extra doodle too. awhile ago I was thinking about him, and wondered what it'd be like if he got the chance to properly grow up (and it made me a bit emotional tbh fjskdj), so I doodled up a design for his older self

I think he'd rock the longer hair..

#leechies rambles #xc3 #xc3 joran #ty for the asks as always!#leechies asks?!#that gets to be a tag now too

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tygergm · 24 days

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One Shot Recs

I've either run or played these all as one shots, and are ones I recommended to a friend recently. I also have links at the bottom to a bunch of free quickstarts for more games to look at that might be good for one shots too.

Blue Rose - AGE system from Green Ronin. Romantic fantasy where royalty is chosen by a magical stag and the rich are appropriately taxed. Cool Stunts mechanic to do extra abilities during a turn, easy system to get used to but has that crunchy feel too. Sentient animal race that forms bonds with people is an instant love every time. Free quickstart.

Heart: the City Beneath - Resistance system by Rowan Rook & Decard. A dungeon crawler where the dungeon is an NPC. Take stress until you can't, go out in a blaze of glory with one time Zenith abilities, such as summon a train to wipe out everything in its path - including you. Heart's the love of my life and the first RPG to make me cry(in a good way). It's earnest and grotesque and something about going in knowing you will End, and choosing it, does something to me. Also you can be full of bees(on purpose). Quickstart is PWYW($3ish suggested) but you should give them 1 million dollars actually.

Bones Deep - Troika! system based by @technicalgrimoire. The other love of my life. Be a skeleton on the ocean floor! What happened to your skin? Not important! Do jobs for witches, get credits from the crabs, join the cephalopods in their nefarious plans. The classes are fun(shapeshift your bones, or carve spells into them), and the mix of horror and humor is immaculately weird. Many random tables and a couple scenarios to make it easy to start swimming walking. Also not free($15 for digital), but worth every cent and then some(and the website is awesome resource!).

Index Card RPG - d20 system from Runehammer Games. It's 'simple enough to fit on index card'. There's actually lots of stuff, but it's easy to get a game rolling fast! Be a gerblin, get a bunch of loot. If you're a chronic low roller like me, a nice mechanic is when you fail you get to put points in a pool to use for later rolls. Probably the easiest one on this list to jump to from DnD. Free quickstart.

Wildsea - Wild Words system from Mythworks(took me awhile to find the name for it lol which isn't important just play it xD). You can be a mushroom person piloting a giant whale bone ship with a chainsaw on the front above a sea of trees. The world is so cool and unique. Health is measured in stuff to lose/break and there's a sliding success mechanic(you succeed, you succeed BUT- etc.). Free quickstart.

Tales from the Loop - Year Zero engine by Free League. Be kids in an alternate 80s-90s Scandinavia(or US) setting trying to navigate growing up alongside strange tech and apathetic adults. I really like how they tweaked the system to make it fun being kids for this, with iconic items and luck points, and it's very collab focused. I used this scenario as a one shot. There's a starter's set for $4.99.

Old Gods of Appalachia - Cypher system by Monte Cook. Face horrors man-made and monstrous in the haints and hollers of an alternate 1930ish Appalachia. Based on the podcast(don't know anything about the podcast? Even better imo). Cyphers are neat one-time use items you find during game to make you stronger/invisible/etc. Free quickstart.

Under Hill, By Water - OSR hack by Rise Up Comus. Hobbits! Okay, "halflings" for copyright but...it's hobbits. While some are off saving the world, your greatest worry is finding the lost pig before your wife realizes it's missing. It's not a boring life, just a quiet one. Random table generators for Events to happen each season make this easy to pick up, or come up with your own! $10. We loved this one so much we turned it into a mini campaign.

Mörk Borg - OSR-ish by Free League. Last but not least in the amount of shelf space in my room! The basic rules fit on one piece of paper, but the books are packed with amazing art and delicious disgustingness. It's easy, quick and deadly, with so many random tables for generating baddies, loot, etc., and usually each version of it has a doomsday countdown calendar with horrid new things to add, and then a final horrible event to end the game. It IS very dark and gloom, and I don't normally play it as rough as the OG, which works out fine! You can get a free version of the core book on the website linked, and tons of other free goodies there. My current fav hacks are Pirate Borg and Ork Borg.

List of free Quickstarts I found(and some I'll be playing soon!):

Coriolis

Dune

Fabula Ultima

City of Mist

Rapscallion

Fifth Season

Symbaroum

Dragonbane

SCP

Root

Fantasy AGE

Modern AGE

Myth-Stakes

Dead Air: Seasons

Broken Tales

Legacy: Life Among the Ruins

Heckin' Good Doggos

Star Trek Adventures

Flabbergasted!

Familiars of Terra

Daggerheart

Coyote & Crow

7th Sea

Candela Obscura

Fallout RPG

Happy Gaming!

#ttrpgs #technical grimoire #mythworks #rowan rook & decard #free league #game recs

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shipperqueen93 · 1 year

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The Death of Her

So awhile ago I wrote a teacher/student fic and left you guys hanging. Well it may have taken 7 years but I finally have the next part. Special shout out to @ishtarelisheba who beta’d this and @standbyyourmantis and @theherothechampiontheinquisitor for listening to me bitch about this for the last month and half.

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Belle stared at the page in front of her, trying to take in the words that were there, but like the five other times she had read them, she understood nothing. It’s not that she couldn’t actually understand what was there. Cameron’s first year students weren’t exactly geniuses; most of them just used the class as a way to get their required history credit and then promptly forget everything they had learned. Still, despite the ease of the reading, she wasn’t able to take in anything that she was reading.

With a sigh, she tossed the ungraded paper back onto the library table and ran her hands through her hair. Damn Cameron Gold was all that was on her mind. She had been back for two weeks now and, with the exception of her initial visit to his office upon her return, she had barely seen him. Normally, she’d spend her time between classes in his office and would usually stay there well after her classes ended, but these last few weeks, she found the office locked. While the office being locked wasn’t entirely odd, the lack of light and no answer to her knocks was. She even tried visiting him during his office hours, knowing that rarely anyone ever attended them besides herself, but every time she showed up, he was busy talking with some miserable looking student. For some reason, Cameron was avoiding her, and she hadn’t a clue why.

Things had been fine before she had gotten sick. She spent more time with Cameron than she did at home or with her friends, but ever since she came back, he was practically avoiding her. Their one conversation of any length had been the day she came back. She had visited his office to speak to him about her grade on her latest paper for his Medieval European Culture class. With nothing else to do while sick, she had put more time and effort than she usually did into that paper, and even had Professor Drago review it before she submitted it. She knew that paper was an A-level paper, even by Cameron’s strict grading parameters, which was why she was surprised when she received notification that she had only scored a B.

Now, she wasn’t so full of herself that she didn’t think she was above the occasional slip in grade, but she knew her paper was better than that, so when she was finally clear to return to campus, she had made visiting Cam her first stop. Her visit was purely professional. It had nothing to do with how much she had missed seeing him in the month she was gone. She had shown up during his office hours and had been surprised to find his door shut. Not many students ever came to his office hours, after all. He liked to claim that only the truly desperate came to see him. She would always remind him she came to see him quite often. He never had a smart quip for that. Despite this, it wasn’t impossible that someone had come to visit him, so she had knocked on the door. It took several more knocks before he called out for her to come in, though she heard him mumbling something when she called his name.

After a month away, Cameron Gold had been a welcome sight - one she was happy to drink in, but was surprised to see him not in his usual state. His well-tailored suit had been rumpled, his hair looked like it had been raked through one too many times, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was supporting what looked like about two days worth of stubble. She hadn’t been sure what to expect when she came to see him, but it hadn’t been this. It looked like he was the one who had been sick for the last month, not her. When she tried to joke that he looked like hell, he had barely acknowledged her, simply motioning for her to take a seat.

What followed was the most awkward and stilted conversation since their very first one in this same office. She had barely mentioned her paper before he was waving it off, excusing it as a mistake and changing her grade to an A. She had honestly expected more of a fight. Cameron had never been one to easily admit he had made a mistake, and when she had teased him about falling apart without her, he didn’t even give her one of his practiced glares. Every attempt to draw him into conversation ended with one- or two-word responses, and eventually, she gave up and claimed she had to go see Professor Drago just to escape the awkwardness.

She had thought maybe he just had a bad day or wasn’t feeling well, and that was why he had suddenly been so withdrawn and stilted. She was sure by the time she saw him next that things would be back to normal. She was wrong. It had been two weeks since she’d come back and he was absolutely avoiding her. Sure, she saw him in class and her advisory meetings, but it wasn’t the same as before she was sick. Gone was the man who would talk to her for hours and teased her for her guilty pleasure of trashy romance novels.

“You’re an English major, dearie. Shouldn’t you be reading Jane Eyre, Jane Austen, or one of those other literary Janes?”

Instead, he kept to their designated times, citing meetings that she knew he didn’t have. Twice he had claimed to have a lunch meeting with Professor Jones, whom she knew he couldn’t stand and avoided at all costs. So either he was avoiding her or he had suddenly become chummy with his well known adversary.

Yeah, he was avoiding her.

A chime from her phone startled her from her thoughts, alerting her to a message from Ruby. “Studying at Mulan’s, be home late. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. ;)”

Belle rolled her eyes. That was hardly a long list. Ruby was her best friend, but they couldn’t be more different. Ruby came across as your classic wild child. Most people didn’t look past the surface and were shocked when they found out how intelligent and hard working she was. Yes, she loved to go out, drink, go to frat parties, and hook up with whoever caught her eye that night, but she didn’t get this far into her master’s because she could out drink half the football team.

If she was honest, even Belle herself sometimes wondered how Ruby managed both an active social life and high marks in her studies. As a double major, most of Belle’s free time was spent either studying, writing, or grading papers. The only reason she knew the last time she had gone out was because the result of it was her coming down with mono. A month and a half ago, Mulan had invited Ruby and Belle to a fundraiser that her girlfriend Aurora’s sorority was hosting. Belle hadn’t planned on going, but Ruby had promised free drinks and food, and so she had agreed to come along.

The event itself had been fun. They were raising money for the local women’s shelter with a cornhole tournament. Belle herself didn’t see the big appeal of the game, but Ruby enjoyed it and had entered in the tournament with Mulan. She spent most of the time sipping wine and listening to Ruby trash talk the other teams, occasionally chatting with Will Scarlet, who was there because his girlfriend Anastasia was the sorority president. Will was a good guy - a bit thick, sometimes, but he was friendly and was completely devoted to Ana, so she always felt comfortable around him.

By the time evening rolled around, Ana had pulled Will away to help her do something. Belle was ready to go home, but Ruby and Mulan had made it to the finals of the tournament. Since Ruby was the one driving, though, Belle had been stuck waiting until the tournament was over. She had eventually found a relatively quiet part of the yard and pulled out her phone to read the new book she had borrowed. She had been several chapters in, enjoying it and her wine, when someone bumped into her, causing her wine to spill down her blouse and skirt. Her indignant squeak changed into a weary sigh when she looked up and saw that the perpetrator was none other than Greg Aston.

She had known Greg since they were in high school, back when he was captain of the football team and she had been…well, the same as she was now, except in high school. His father and hers were poker buddies, and so she ended up forced to spend more time with him than she’d have otherwise chosen. She had hoped that she would see less of him after high school since he had never been academically inclined, but as her luck would have it, he managed to get an athletic scholarship to Storybrooke University. More frustrating was that he had somehow gotten the idea in his head - and she had a pretty good idea of who planted the seed - that they were meant to be together. The fact that they had nothing in common and she had never been anything more than polite towards him did nothing to dissuade him, either. All of this had ramped up tenfold since her father passed away the year previously. On more than one occasion, he had told her that with her father gone, she needed some other man to “take care of her.” Part of the reason she kept away from parties and social events was to avoid him, so she was less than thrilled to find him there.

Greg had put on a decent show of apologizing, but she saw the way his eyes had kept darting to her wet shirt and how it had clung to her. He had tried to insist on letting him take her home, under the guise of getting her into something dry, but she clearly saw through to his true intention. Thankfully, Ruby had saved her from having to turn him down by choosing that moment to show up, wrapping her arms around Belle’s neck and yelling about how she and Mulan had won. Mulan had followed behind, her arm wrapped around Aurora’s waist, looking at Greg with a wary expression. Greg, for his part, had only seemed momentarily put off before declaring that Ruby and Mulan’s win meant they needed a drink to celebrate. Belle had wanted to protest, but he was off before she could say anything.

While he had been getting drinks for all of them, Ruby chatted about the last match, giving a play-by-play analysis with the occasional input from Mulan. Belle hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise, and too soon, Greg came back with drinks for all of them. The cup hadn’t seemed suspicious at the time, and even if the whiskey he had chosen wasn’t her preferred drink, there wasn’t anything that suggested that she shouldn’t drink it. It wasn’t until after the toast, when Aurora asked Greg where he found the cups - since Ana had mentioned to her just before they came over that she was sending Will on a run to the local StarMart to get more - that he informed them that since he couldn’t find the cups, he had just used some lying around near the drinks.

A few days after the party, Belle had started to feel ill. When she finally went to the doctor, she was diagnosed with mono.

Ruby was still teasing her about that. “Only you could go to a party and come home with mono, not by kissing anyone, but because you drank from someone else’s cup.”

Not that there had been any opportunity for her to get mono in the traditional way. She didn’t even remember the last time she had been on a date, let alone gotten far enough along on one that mono could even become a factor. It certainly hadn’t been since she started her master’s. She spent most of her time at the university, either in class or studying. As she told Ruby over and over again, she didn’t have time to date, and even if she did, the person she wanted was not an option.

Belle knew herself, she knew who it was she wanted, and she knew it was never going to happen. Belle was a romantic, but she wasn’t delusional. Cameron Gold would never look twice at her. Not in that way. She had developed an academic crush on him back while she was still in high school, and it had turned into a full blown infatuation once she actually got to know him. Sure, he was a stubborn, pain in the ass, know-it-all who hated to admit he was wrong, but over the years, she also learned he was fair, kind, devoted, and had a wicked sense of humor. He had been a right ass when she first visited his office, all but accusing her of trying to sleep her way to a good grade, and when she lost her temper, she was sure he was going to have her tossed out before her first day was even over. Instead, he had made room in one of his more advanced classes, and she knew then and there that she was in trouble.

She lost count of the number of hours they had spent together in his office talking about everything from his work to her life in Australia, and with every conversation, her infatuation had grown. When Dean Mills had shut down Granny Lucas’ diner on campus, she had seen all that coming to an end. Between her loans and her work at Granny’s, she had barely been scraping by as it was. There was no way she could manage to pursue her master’s without it. She had gone to Cameron, not sure exactly why, except that she knew she had to see him, if only to say goodbye.

It was long after his office hours, but she knew from experience that he tended to stay late, so she wasn’t surprised when she saw lights on in his office. She had meant to knock - even if she was here nearly every day, she still had manners - but that all went out the window when she got there.

Cameron had been looking through one of his bookshelves. He had looked up when she burst in, and before she had really thought about what she was doing, she had thrown herself at him. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, and she didn’t even realize she was crying, soaking the fine silk of his shirt, until his arms came around her. She didn’t know how long they stood like that, but eventually her tears subsided, and she let Cameron lead her to his desk and sit her down.

Back when she had first started making regular appearances in his office, she made a teasing comment about him having chosen the most uncomfortable chair possible for his students as a way to get them out of the office as quickly as possible. His silence after the fact hinted that she probably wasn’t far from the truth. However, the next time she came to the office, there was a new chair similar to his own. When she questioned him about it, he had claimed it was the new department standard and the school had provided them, but she spent enough time with Professor Drago to know that wasn’t true.

Cameron had made a pot of her favorite tea - a berry white tea that she knew he didn’t favor but still kept on hand for her. They were on their second cup of tea, and she had noticed he was using the cup she had chipped on her first visit to his office, when he finally got her to open up about what had her in tears. She had started to feel embarrassed by her actions, but she mumbled out the story of the diner’s closing and how it meant she wouldn’t be able to continue her studies. Cameron had been quiet during the whole story, sitting back in his chair and absentmindedly tracing the rim of his teacup. When she finished, he had excused himself, telling her not to go anywhere and stating that he’d be right back.

While he was gone, she walked around the office, memorizing all the little details. Over the years she had spent in the office with him, Cameron had told her the story of his acquisition of most of the objects he displayed. There was the gauntlet with symbols representing power over weakness he’d acquired from an antiques dealer a few years ago in England, a fob watch he purchased from a charity auction held by the estate of Lewis Carroll, and a sand dollar he picked up on a beach in Denmark - these were just a few of the treasures he kept here. She knew he kept a bottle of whiskey in the bottom drawer of his desk while he kept his collection of teas in the cabinet behind the desk. On one of the bookshelves, there was a bag of makeup and toiletries that Professor Drago kept there, Cameron having long given up the fight of removing it. There were more books than there was room on the bookshelves, and so they were in piles around the room. Despite the seeming disorder, she knew he had a system for them, even if that system made little sense to anyone but him and, to some extent, her.

She had been sinking into her own little pity party when Cameron came striding back into the room carrying a packet of paper. He had sat down at the desk and handed her the papers with a small smile. “Mrs. French, on behalf of Dean Mills, we would like to offer you a position as a teacher’s aide here in the history department, specifically under my supervision.”

Belle smiled at the memory. She still didn’t know what exactly had prompted him to take her on as an assistant, but she was grateful. If she was being honest with herself, that had been when she knew she was in love with him. She had known she had feelings for him since shortly after she actually met him, but after that moment was different. Though she knew he’d deny it, she knew that he had gone to bat for her in front of Dean Mills. He had never taken on a teacher's assistant, as far as she was aware, but he had gone out of his way to offer her the position. That had to mean he felt something towards her, right? She liked to believe so. It helped assuage any guilt she felt when she found her pleasure with the imagined sound of a Scottish brogue whispering in her ears. And if she imagined stripping him out of those tailored suits when they were alone in his office, then it didn’t hurt anyone?

Who was she kidding? She hadn’t thought anyone had noticed her desire until Ruby had commented on it when she was stuck at home. Even though she had tried to play it off as if Ruby was grasping at straws, it was clear her friend didn’t buy it. If Ruby had noticed it, then Cameron easily could have. No wonder he was avoiding her. He probably thought her a creep, or worse, thought she was exactly what she denied in the beginning of their friendship - a woman who couldn’t make it on her own merit and had to resort to sleeping her way to the top. She didn’t know which would be worse, him avoiding her forever or him thinking the worst of her. She worked her ass off to be seen as a serious academic. She couldn’t bear it if that was tarnished because she couldn’t keep her heart out of her eyes when it came to looking at him. Maybe she should go to Professor Drago and ask to be changed to her supervision. At least any thoughts that she was trading sex for grades would be put to an end.

The sound of a clock chiming eleven broke her out of her spiral, surprising her by how late it had gotten. She could have sworn the last time she had checked the time that it was only quarter to nine. Then again, it wouldn’t be the first time she had gotten caught up in her thoughts and lost track of time. Technically, the library had closed at ten. This was one of the smaller university libraries and wasn’t open as late as some of the larger ones, but one of the library aides, Astrid, had given her a copy of the key after the third time she caught Belle wrapped up in some paper or research, having lost track of time. Belle tried not to make a habit of staying late, usually letting herself be shooed away by whichever aide happened to be working that night, but if Astrid was the one working the closing shift, usually she didn’t even bother Belle. She hadn’t seen Astrid when she came to the library after her last class of the day, but then again, she had come straight back to her favorite study corner to work on grading papers and her own work.

Glaring at the papers in front of her as if they were responsible for all her current problems, she briefly considered going home and leaving the papers until her free period between classes tomorrow, but then remembered she was supposed to meet with Professor Midas during that time. Heaving a sigh, she resolved to at least finish grading the papers. That way, she could say she accomplished something.

By the time she finished grading, the clock had already chimed midnight, and she could feel the beginning of a headache forming. She really needed to have a talk with Cameron about having students turn their papers in electronically. He was the only one of her teachers that still had his students turn in physical copies, and it made grading them a pain in the ass, in comparison. But that was a conversation for tomorrow. All she wanted to do now was go back to her apartment and enjoy a glass of wine before passing out.

As she was packing away the graded papers, she considered leaving the books she had pulled for the morning shift to put away, but in the end, her conscience got the better of her. Cursing herself for not taking the books back sooner, she gathered them up and started retracing her earlier steps. She was so focused on making sure she put the books back in the correct places, she didn’t realize she wasn’t alone until she turned around and saw Cameron leaning against one of the bookshelves. Startled, the remaining books tumbled to the ground, and she could have sworn she saw the ghost of a smirk cross his face.

“Damn it, Cameron! What are you still doing here?” She didn’t hide the irritation in her voice. Her heart was going a mile a minute, bastard was going to be the death of her.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that, Miss French? The library is closed, after all.” His voice was annoyingly smug.

She was still ‘Miss French,’ then. Before this recent coldness between them, she had been just Belle, or on the rare occasion, ‘dear.’ Well, two could play that game.

Gathering up the books she dropped, she tried to put the same distance in her voice that he’d been utilizing as of late. “I was grading papers for your European history class. Guess I lost track of time. I figured I’d put away my books and head home. Doesn’t answer why you’re here, Professor Gold.”

She thought she might have seen the smallest of flinches at his proper title, but he snarked back like it was nothing. “I have a key Miss French.”

Well, so did she, but Belle wasn’t going to mention that. She didn’t think he would care, but she wasn’t going to risk Astrid getting into trouble on the off chance he decided to pursue it. “Well, let me put these away and I’ll be out of way, Professor Gold. You’ve been so busy lately, I’d hate to take up your time.”

She saw the dig hit him by the thinning of his lips, and she hated that their relationship had turned into this. Before this, he had been her closest friend outside of Ruby. She had told him nearly everything. And now they were sniping at each other. She hated this. She hated that she couldn’t even hate him because she loved him, and she hated it. He could ignore her for the last two weeks, and she still couldn’t help the flutter she felt when she saw him. Stupid man in his stupid suits. It didn’t escape her notice that they were matching, either. His suit was his usual black, the shirt a dark green that was only a few shades off the green of her blouse. Her black skirt and cardigan just tied it all together.

A few months ago, she would have made a quip about it. He would have made one back, and they would have shared a matching smirk, and now she just wanted to hit him. Given that she still had an armful of books, she decided the best course of action was to get away from him before she chucked one at his stupid head. She pushed past him and tried to ignore the sound of his cane tapping against the floor as he followed her. Two weeks of ignoring and avoiding her, and now, suddenly, he decided to follow her. She was shelving her final book when he leaned against the shelf next to her.

“Can I help you, Professor Gold?” She was tired and just wanted to go home but apparently he wanted to talk now.

“I wanted to talk to you about your next class.” That stupid smug tone was still in his voice.

Belle dropped her head against the bookcase and wished she had thrown a book at him. “Really, Gold? It's late.”

“Miss French, you are the one who chose to stay at the library after it closed.”

“I told you, I lost track of time. I’m trying to go home.”

“Really, dearie, I’d think you’d show some more commitment.”

Belle spun around, hating the smirk on his face. “Do NOT call me that! You don’t call me that. You call Regina that. You call that creep Professor Jones that. You call your freshman students who can’t tell the difference between the Industrious and Industrial Revolutions that. You don’t call me that.”

That smirk grew as if her anger amused him, and knowing the man, it probably did. Of course, that just made her madder. He leaned in even closer, and she could smell the sandalwood from the cologne he wore.

“And what should I call you then dear-”

Belle didn’t think as she bridged that gap between them and kissed him. She didn’t consider the fact that this could be the end of her education, if things didn’t go how she planned, or that if this went really bad, she could be looking at sexual assault. No, she didn’t think of anything but shutting him up. However, once her lips were on his, she couldn’t help but think. What was she doing? She was kissing her professor, the head of the department and the man she was helplessly in love with. What the fuck was she doing?

She went to pull back, mind already scrambling to come up with some excuse for her massive stupidity, when his hands came up to cup her face, and then he was kissing her back. He was kissing her back! Hesitantly, her hands slid up his chest before sliding up into his hair. It was as soft as she thought, and she used it to pull him closer. He nipped at her bottom lip and took advantage of her gasp to deepen the kiss. The kiss wasn’t soft and gentle like she had imagined so many times. It was all teeth clashing and fingers gripping each other.

He pushed her back against the bookcase and broke the kiss, his forehead pressed against hers. “You are full of surprises, dearie.”

He kissed her again, swallowing her protest, so she tugged hard at his hair, earning a small grunt. When he pulled away the second time, he trailed kisses along her jaw to her ear, nipping at the lobe before kissing just below it.

“Should I stop, Miss French?” The words were spoken against her neck, sending a shiver through her.

He slowly slid his hands up her waist, fingers ghosting along her ribs, leaving goosebumps in their wake and pushing up her blouse as he went. He went torturously slow, drawing out each sweep of teasing fingers. Combined with his tongue swirling over her pulse point, she was trembling under his hands. He was going to be the death of her, at this rate. When he brushed the underside of her breasts, a jolt went through her, and she couldn't help the gasp pulled from her. At the sound, he pulled back and looked at her, that stupid smug grin still there, but she could see the desire in his eyes.

“No!” Her response was almost too quick.

She could feel him smirk against her neck, but he didn’t stop, which was fine with her. She didn’t know how he had gone from avoiding her to his hands slipping under her blouse while he kissed down the curve of her neck, but she wasn’t going to stop him.The rasp of his day's growth of stubble was sending her nerves into overdrive. Her world narrowed down to where his lips met her neck and the occasional scrape of his teeth. She was going to have marks tomorrow, and she could already hear Ruby's crowing, but at the moment, she couldn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop.

When he spoke, his accent was thicker and voice rough, belying his calm exterior. “Should I stop, Belle?”

She shook her head and untangled her hands from his hair to help him pull her blouse and sweater off, tossing them somewhere to the side to be worried about later. Standing there in her plain cotton bra, she had a momentary flash of self consciousness, but it was quickly banished by the hungry gleam in Cameron’s eyes as he took her in. He traced a finger over her collarbone, leaving goosebumps in its wake, down her chest and over the tops of her breasts.

She expected him to push aside the cups of her bra or even reach behind her and unsnap it, but in true Cameron Gold fashion, he subverted her expectations. He trailed a line between her breasts and hooked his finger under the gore, using it to pull her across the scant few inches separating them till she was once again pressed fully against him. She could feel him hard against her belly and she was delighted to find she wasn’t the only affected here.

Cameron leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You left me for a month, and for that I’m going to make you scream, little Belle.”

It was on her tongue to tell him that she hadn’t left voluntarily and ask if that’s why he had been so distant since she came back. It was lost, however, when he placed a kiss to the center of her chest at the same time he tweaked her nipple through the cotton of her bra, turning her thoughts to mush. He gave her no chance to recover as he finally pushed the cup aside and took the abused nipple into his mouth. His goal seemingly in mind now, he reached around to unsnap her bra, letting it fall down between them before cupping her unoccupied breast. Belle had always been slightly self-conscious of her small breasts, but with Cameron’s full attention focused on her, those thoughts went out the window.

The combination of his mouth with its delicious suction and his fingers tugging and tweaking at her nipples had desire pooling in her core. Each scrape of his teeth was like a shot of electricity, and he quickly had her gasping and arching into him. Needing some sort of tether as he drove her higher and higher, she gripped his shoulder hard enough that she was sure she was leaving marks even through the material of his jacket and shirt, but this only seemed to egg him on even more. The things this man could do with his tongue and fingers were pure sin, and he seemed intent on having her burn up with him. He was going to be the death of her for sure.

When she was reaching the point that she thought she might climax from this stimulation alone, he withdrew, drawing an aggravated cry from her. “Are you kidding me, Cam?!”

He chuckled darkly - God, that shouldn’t be so damn attractive - and placed a kiss to the center of her chest. “Patience, Belle.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him where he could shove his stupid patience, but then he was on his knees and his hands were sliding up her thighs. Suddenly, all thoughts were gone, and her focus was pulled to his fingers slipping under the fabric of her skirt and inching it up slowly. The tiny, rational part that was left of her brain was screaming at her that she was in the library in nothing but her skirt, which was pushed up around her waist, and her panties while her professor was on his knees in front of her. Someone could walk in on them at any moment, but she couldn’t care less, especially as Cameron started placing kisses up her inner thighs.

Inch by torturous inch, he drove her wild while his thumbs brushed back and forth along the crease of her hip, occasionally dipping just under the edge of her panties. It seemed like it took both forever, and just mere seconds before he reached her center and with agonizing gentleness, he placed a kiss right over the evidence of her desire, drawing a strangled cry from her. He looked up at her so she could see him lick his lips, and damn him, that was more attractive than she expected, the smug bastard.

When he placed another, much too gentle kiss to her clit, followed by finally licking up the center of her, she couldn’t help the way she cried, “Cam!”

He smirked up at her. “Should I stop, sweetheart?”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” she snarled back, gripping his shoulder again so he couldn’t move.

His answering chuckle was full of dark promises. “Very well, dearie.”

Before she could call him out for calling her that again, he had pushed her panties aside and his mouth was on her. Dear God, this man’s tongue should be illegal. He alternated between quick, fluttering flicks over her clit and long, slow licks up the length of her. He guided one of her legs up over his shoulder, spreading her wider for him, and continued to work her into a frenzy. His moans as he drank her down rumbled through her and drew out her own cries as he circled her clit with his tongue.

When he added his fingers to the mix, slipping first one then a second into her, she damn near lost her balance. She would have taken them both down, had Cameron not pressed her back into the bookshelf. She ended up holding on to the shelf behind her with one hand while the other carded through his hair again. Her hips worked in tandem with his fingers, rocking against his mouth as he worked her closer and closer to her peak. He must have known she was close, because he seemed to double his efforts, fingers curling inside her as he pumped them in and out of her, the slick sound loud in the quiet of the library. She was gripping his hair so tightly it must have been painful, but he didn’t seem to mind. It seemed to urge him on.

The pressure inside her was building to a boiling point, and when he scraped his teeth along her clit, she lost herself to it. She came with a cry of his name and felt as he removed his fingers, replacing them with his tongue, pushing up into her and drinking down her bliss. When she stopped seeing stars, she found Cameron with a look that could only be described as smug male satisfaction, and she couldn't blame him for it this time. Had he not been holding her up through her climax, she probably would have collapsed on him. While men liked to joke about making girls weak in the knees, she doubted he’d have liked it if she had fallen on him.

His mouth and face were glistening with her juices, and damn if that wasn’t enough to make her want him again. As if he could read her thoughts, he swiped his thumb over his bottom lip before bringing it into his mouth and sucking her taste off of it with a hum of pleasure. Damn him, he was going to be the death of her.

“You’re killing me, Cam.”

His answering chuckle was pure sin. “Sweetheart, I’ve only just begun.”

He got to his feet much faster than a man with a bad ankle should be able to and cupped her face, tilting her up and seizing her mouth in a desperate kiss. While their previous kisses had been frantic and desperate, there was a new intensity now. Before, he had kissed her like they might never have a second chance. Now he kissed her like he wanted to take his time consuming her. She could taste herself on him, could smell her arousal on his fingers as they cupped her face, holding her close to him.

He pressed her back into the bookcase and she knew she was going to have bruises in the morning, but at the moment, she couldn’t care less. She could feel him hard and straining against the fine wool of his pants, and she realized she was practically nude while he was still fully dressed. She shoved at his suit jacket and he let go of her long enough to let her remove it and his waistcoat, letting them fall to the floor before returning to her. She managed to get his tie off without issue but found it hard to focus on the buttons of his shirt while he was kissing her. When she couldn’t quickly get them undone, she scraped her nails over his nipples through the silk of his shirt, earning a hiss from him.

“Belle…” His earlier amusement had transitioned to warning.

She repeated the action, pulling another hiss and groan from him. She wasn’t surprised when he grabbed her wrists, stilling her hands. “What’s wrong, Cam? Can’t take what you dish out?”

“You are playing with fire, Miss French.”

It was her turn to smirk up at him. “I’m not afraid of a little heat.”

She expected a witty comeback, a verbal sparring match like they had engaged in previously. She did not expect for him to spin her around and bend her over so that she had to grip the bookcase to avoid falling over.

Cameron was there behind her, pushing her legs apart with one of his own, leaning down to speak in her ear. “I want to fuck you, Belle. I want to slide into that sweet cunt and fuck you until you come. I want to hear you scream my name as I bring you to that edge. I want to bring you there again and again, until you are begging for mercy. I want to bury myself in you, I want to come deep in you.”

He was going to be the death of her, she was sure of it. Every filthy, whispered word went right to her core and she found herself rocking against Cameron’s leg, trying to get any sort of friction where she needed it.

She protested when Cameron stilled her hips. “Cam…”

“Tell me to stop, Belle. Tell me to stop, and we’ll pretend this never happened. Tell me to stop, Belle.”

“No!” The last thing she wanted was to stop and pretend this never happened. She didn’t know what had prompted this change in both of them, but didn’t want to go back to how things were before. Even if they only had this one moment, she wanted it. “Don’t stop.”

There was a pause, and for a second, she thought he was going to stop regardless of what she said, but then he placed a kiss right below her ear. “Hold on.”

She gripped the shelf in front of her, holding onto it the best she could, practically vibrating with want. She could hear the subtle clink of his belt being unbuckled and the rasp of a zipper, and it was taking all of her restraint to keep from telling him to hurry up. She had dreamt about this so many times that she was afraid that if this didn’t happen now, it never would. She didn’t know if she could go back to how things were before. She was tired of pretending.

She felt his hands on her hips then, thumbs slipping under the waistband of her panties and slowly sliding them down till she could step out of them, and then he was there. With one hand on her hip, he reached between her legs to tease her once more. His fingers teased her entrance, just barely dipping in only to slip out and spread the fluid he found up to circle her clit. He did this again and again, until she was once again a panting, writhing mess under his fingers.

“Cam, please!”

“Please, what? What do you want, sweet Belle?”

She couldn’t see him without looking over her shoulder, but she knew he was smirking again. “You know what, you bas-”

The rest was cut off as he thrust into her suddenly, the feel of it enough to send her toppling over the edge once again. She distantly heard him curse as her body convulsed and shockwaves of pleasure went through her. Her breath came in pants as she came down off that high, and for the second time that night, she was glad Cameron was there to keep her from falling, because even holding onto the shelf wasn’t enough to keep her standing. The hand on her hip was drawing gentle circles and she used it to focus herself. He was holding himself perfectly still, and she knew it must be killing him, but he waited until she gave him the okay before he started moving.

God, he felt incredible, stretching and filling her, the angle letting her take him deep. He started with slow, rocking thrusts, sliding almost completely out before plunging back in. She clung to the bookshelf as he quickened his pace, the sound of flesh hitting flesh sounding obscenely loud in the quiet of the library. She was never going to be able to come back here without thinking of this moment, but this was worth any future embarrassments.

She could feel the fast rising tension in him from the way his pace quickened and how the hand on her hip tightened. The hand between her legs once again found her clit and started with those same toe-curling circles. He was absolutely going to be the death of her.

He pushed hair off her sweaty neck, pressing a kiss to her pulse point before whispering in her ear, “You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking tight and wet. You’re so close, aren’t you, Belle? Come for me, Belle. Belle, come for me. Belle…Belle…Belle…”

“Belle!”

With a cry of surprise, Belle jerked awake, her heart pounding in her chest. She was still in the library, the clock chiming alerting her to the fact it was two a.m., and Leroy, one of the night security guards, was peering down at her. Belle looked around for any sign of Cameron, but all she saw were the papers she had been grading earlier in the night and books she had pulled for her research.

“What happened?” Her voice came out groggier than she expected, indicating that she probably had been asleep longer than she thought.

“I came to do a walkthrough and found you passed out there, sister. You were mumbling in your sleep, something about death. I thought you might be having a bad dream. Figured better to wake you up. Plus you’d probably be more comfortable elsewhere.” Leroy gave her a nudge.

Belle knew this was his way of essentially kicking her out. After all, this wasn’t the first time Leroy had found her here after close. Had she been anyone else, she was sure he’d have kicked them out and reported them, but she knew he had a crush on Astrid, so when she had told him that Astrid was the one who gave her the key, he simply told her to run along home.

“Thanks, Leroy. I’ll head out.” She gathered up her stuff, deciding to leave her books for the morning crew, and let Leroy lead her out. When they passed the aisle she’d been in with Cam in her dream, she paused. God, it had been such a vivid dream.

“Everything okay, sister?” Leroy asked when he noticed she had stopped.

Belle sighed. She didn’t know how she was going to go back to normal after this. One thing was clear, however. Cameron Gold was going to be the death of her.

#rumbelle fic #rumbelle #ouat

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