#maybe one day I’ll meet somebody that cares about me as much as I cared about you once upon a time

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Armour - Chapter Two

Rafe!AU x Reader

Summary: Having your heart broken was one thing. But Rafe watching somebody break your heart? That was something nobody could prepare for.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions/hints of a toxic relationship

Word Count: 3K

Author’s Note: I LOVE writing this series and this whole concept, I feel like I could carry it on forever - once again, this chapter was inspired by this gif so I feel like this might be an ongoing theme for this series <3 Thank you for the love y’all.

After that night, you hadn’t thought of James. You and Rafe had returned home and, when Sarah asked how your night was, you’d told her you’d slept better than you had done in days. She’d probably tell you that you were crazy for going round to the house, and tell Rafe he was stupid for getting himself involved. She’d tell him this was too much like the old Rafe, the one that craved the power and the fights, and that he wasn’t like that anymore. But you knew that little spark in Rafe would always stay - for the few people that he cared enough about to make sure that nothing bad happened to them. And you’d seen that last night, the way he’d spoken about you; someone fighting your corner.

“Good morning,” Rafe groans as he walks through to the kitchen, dragging a hand over his face.

He’s wearing a pair of joggers that hang low on his hips, accentuating the V-lines around the bottom of his abs, his torso visible for the few seconds as he struggles to pull a hoodie over his head.

“Is it even still morning?” Sarah laughs, pouring out another cup of coffee and handing it over to him.

“I had a busy day yesterday,” He rolls his eyes, “You know, travelling and all that.”

He sits down at the kitchen island beside you and offers you a small smile just before his lips touch the coffee mug, his eyes warm in the steam coming from the cup.

“Did you get up in the night, Rafe?” Sarah asks, settling a hand over her growing bump and leaning back against the kitchen counter.

He frowns over his coffee and shakes his head, “Nope, slept like a baby.”

“That’s weird,” Sarah frowns too, “I could’ve sworn I heard the door open.”

“Probably just baby brain,” He clears his throat, “I’m going to hop in the shower.”

Sarah watches with a suspicious squint in her eyes as he disappears, “I swear he gets weirder every time I see him.”

You laugh and look down as you feel a smile spread onto your face, you’d have to thank him later for last night.

Sarah comes over and takes the seat that Rafe had been sat in, shifting herself so that she’s facing you, “So, I need you to be honest with me, how are you feeling?”

You turn so that you’re facing her too and Sarah stretches out her hands for you to take, both of you squeezing into the contact, “I’m okay, so much better than I was. It’s just weird, you know? For nine years he was the person I told everything to. Even when we weren’t living together or anything, I’d wake up and send him a text or call him before I went to sleep. I keep getting this weird instinct to just reach for my phone because I feel like I haven’t heard from him and then I realise that… I don’t know, I won’t.”

She nods reassuringly but doesn’t say anything else, letting you continue.

“I just want to know why,” You laugh a little, “Not in a weird ‘what’s wrong with me’ kind of way. But just… it was nine years of my life, you know?”

“Okay, I maybe shouldn’t be suggesting this because I think, as the best friend, I’m meant to tell you to stay far away from him, but maybe it would do you some good to meet up with James and talk it all through. Do you think?”

After last night? You weren’t sure he’d ever want to see you again, especially if he thought Rafe would be with you again.

“Yeah, maybe, we’ll have to talk about everything at some point, I guess I-“

You’re cut off as your phone pings on the counter and a message notification comes up from James again.

I think we need to talk after yesterday. I’ll pick you up and we can go for coffee if you’re free?

Sarah eyes the message too, “After yesterday?”

“Right, yeah, with the box and stuff, I thought that was his final straw or something,” You look down so that she can’t realise that you’re lying, “Um, I better go and get ready, tell him that I’ll be free.”

You squeeze Sarah’s hand as you leave, hurrying up the stairs as if running from the conversation. She probably wouldn’t be too mad if you told her about last night, but she’d almost definitely tell you that it was a bad idea, that Rafe is a bad influence even all these years later. It was the same way you didn’t tell her about the night at the beach with Rafe, or the countless other nights like that - she’d tell you Rafe was her brother but it wasn’t a good idea. And you weren’t exactly ready to hear that.

You go into the bedroom that had become your own and close the door behind you, just as there is the sound of the ensuite door opening. Rafe steps out, a towel wrapped around his waist, beads of water dripping around his shoulders, dipping down from his soaked hair.

“Oh shit sorry I-“ Rafe comes to a halt, glancing up from his phone in his hand, “The shower in the other bathroom is terrible so I just… I thought you were downstairs so I-“

“Rafe, it’s fine,” You laugh, “Not anything I haven’t seen before.”

He fakes a gasp, “You’ll embarrass me, (Y/L/N).”

You roll your eyes, “I don’t think anything embarrasses you, Cameron.”

He chuckles and drags a hand through his wet hair, “So, I was thinking we should get out of the house today. I miss the beach when I’m in New York, one of the few things to miss about this place.”

“I actually,” You clear your throat, “I have something to do today.”

Rafe frowns for a second, “Ooh, mysterious,” He stretches out a hand and pokes at your side, “What are you doing?”

“I just,” You shake your head, “I have a meeting, you know, to sort out the house and stuff.”

“Oh, okay, cool,” He nods, “Well, be back by sunset and we can go for a swim. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” You return, “Now please go and get some clothes on.”

“Keep it in your pants, (Y/N), you know you love me,” He wiggles his brows, exaggeratively swaying his hips as he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Your eyes settle over the room, landing on the box still sat beside your bed. The rest of it was closed away now, but the shot glass and now your toy giraffe, sat on your nightstand. You smile a little at the sight, thinking only to yourself. It felt like a couple of brightened moments in a week you were sure wasn’t going to get any sense of light. Today would likely be another darkness, but you’d be coming home to another bright place.

~~~

Within the hour, you’re showered, changed and ready to leave, sat on the edge of your bed waiting for James to text. Twelve minutes after he’d said he’d be there, he texts to say he’s outside. You grab your jacket and hurry down the stairs, glancing back to see Rafe and John B stood outside in the garden. John B is pointing something out and he’s holding a plank of wood in one hand as if he’s preparing to build something. Rafe nods along and seemingly agrees, laughing at something John B says that seems to brighten up his eyes. Your heart sinks a little at the guilt that comes with the view, knowing he would hate to think of where you were going right now. But you open the front door and close it quickly behind you, hurrying down to the car waiting with the engine still running.

You open the door and climb in quietly, feeling oddly far when you don’t have to lean over to kiss him in greeting.

“Hey,” You breathe out when he doesn’t make any move to say it first.

“Hi,” James glances at you, “Where do you want to go?”

“Are there really many options?” You frown, settling your hands into your lap and picking at the skin beside your thumb to give you something to focus on.

James chuckles a little and moves to reverse out of the driveway, “Fair point, let’s go.”

He drives you the short distance across the island to the one coffee shop that anyone actually used here. It’s near enough empty as you step through, thanking James for holding the door open for you. You order your regular and he orders his, sitting at a table in the far corner as if sheltering yourself from the world.

“So, I would ask how you’ve been but that feels weird when I saw you yesterday,” James comments, dragging his finger around the rim of the coffee cup on the table, “But how have you been?”

You swallow down a sip of your drink, too hot so it scratches your throat as it goes, “I’m okay, and I’m sorry about last night.”

He shakes his head, “Look, it’s your house too (Y/N), at least until we sort everything out. I just don’t know why you didn’t text me. And why you thought you should just show up in the middle of the night with Rafe?”

You nod as if you’re being told off, “No, I know. It was stupid. It was late and we were just planning on getting in and leaving, I didn’t plan on you seeing him, and I especially didn’t want the two of you to argue, you know that.”

He’s silent in his agreement, pausing for enough time for it to settle before he says, “So why is he here?”

“He’s back from New York for a few days, just coming to see Sarah,” You explain, taking another sip of your drink and wincing as it burns at your tongue.

“Perfect timing,” James raises his brows momentarily as if being sarcastic, “I’m sure he was happy to see you.”

“Wha-“ You pause, reconsidering the idea of starting up an argument that he’s already ignited, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, (Y/N),” James rolls his eyes, “I know the way he used to be with you.”

“We’re friends, we’ve always been friends.”

Perhaps that wasn’t so true, just maybe. Before you and James got together, you’d been so sure that you and Rafe would be inevitable. There was the night you kissed at the party, there was the night on the beach with far too much alcohol, there were countless days and countless nights. Just as you were losing hope of him ever reciprocating your feelings, you’d seen him kiss a girl at another party, and you’d used that as confirmation enough. Two weeks later, you’d gone on your first date with James. Nine years later, you’d still never told Rafe how you’d felt before that - especially since the two of you had started living such different lives.

“I knew how he felt about you, it was obvious. God, the first time I met those guys he acted like I was the worst person he’d ever met,” James scoffs, “I thought he was going to rip my head off when I said we’d be moving away for college. He could’ve done the same last night, too.”

“You know, you don’t get to talk like that anymore. You split up with me. So it shouldn’t matter to you how anyone feels about me, whether or not that’s true,” You defend, tucking your arms around yourself as if closing yourself away from him.

“I don’t think I noticed it when we were in college, it was just me and you in our own little world and for a long time I thought that’s what would make us last. But we moved back here and it’s like everywhere you turn there’s another memory of you two - another piece of him that you’re holding onto even years later.”

“We’re friends. He means a lot to me. That’s what friends are.”

You let the silence fall.

He’s silent too and it surprises you. Normally, he would find any way to keep an argument going if he’d started it, he’d argue back and forth constantly until you agreed - he didn’t just let arguments end.

“I didn’t come here to argue with you,” He takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry for the way I ended things. I know I probably didn’t go about things in the right way, but I think if I’d have tried to do anything else I… well, I don’t think I’d have been able to do it.”

You feel the lump grow in your throat, the way it seems to constrict your words just a little too much as you say, “Then why did you?”

He breaks eye contact then and looks down at his cup, his finger still swirling around the edge in continuous circles, “Do you remember the first time we went out?”

“Our first date?”

“I picked you up from your house and I had to wait down the road because your parents might see me. And we went out, and I knew then that this was it for me, like within one date I’d just already decided,” He doesn’t meet your eyes, “And then I walked you home and I stopped around the corner again so that your parents wouldn’t see me. And you walked up to your house and Rafe was sat on the steps up to your porch, just waiting for you to get home.”

Your heart sinks at his words, like a weird feeling of not knowing the inevitable.

“And I guess for the past nine years that’s how it’s always felt; like Rafe was just waiting for you to go back home to him.”

“You’re blaming this on Rafe?” You raise your brows, your words feeling coarse and dry as you speak, “We were together for nine years. I chose you for nine years, every fucking day I chose you, and you want to tell me that you blame this on Rafe? That Rafe’s the reason you broke my heart?”

“Broke your heart,” James repeats, nodding slowly, “Your heart didn’t seem too broken last night.”

You let out a scoff and bite down just a little on the tip of your tongue as if trying to calm the anger bubbling out of you, “Right, yeah. I had one night where I felt a little bit fucking human again, after not sleeping, not eating, crying until I thought I’d be sick. After asking myself over and over and over again - what did I do? what should I have done? what’s wrong with me? And this whole thing you’re just going to blame on Rafe?”

“Where is he right now (Y/N)?”

You stop in your tracks, your hand clenching around the heat of your coffee mug, your words seeming to sink in the air between you.

James takes a long pause, his eyes scanning your face as if waiting for you to find the answer, “Waiting for you to come home.”

~~~

It’s an uncomfortable drive back. Neither of you speak a word. So much so that the tyres suddenly seem to make too much noise on the road, and you feel like you can hear the sound of the wheel turning under his grip. There’s a welcome relief when you watch the car turn into the driveway towards Sarah’s house, and an overwhelming dread when you catch the sight you know that James has seen too.

Rafe is sat on the steps in front of their house, the copy of To Kill A Mockingbird in his hands, a third of the way through the pages. He glances up at the sound of the car, a slight drop in his features as he recognises the face behind the wheel. He sets the book down on the side of the steps and stands up, his jaw clenching as you watch him.

James doesn’t say a word, but there’s the slightest tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips as if he’s been proven right about everything.

You wait until he cuts the engine and pull your seatbelt off, pausing before you push open the door, “I didn’t know that he’d be-“

James opens his own door and pushes himself out before you have a chance to say anything else. You follow suit quickly, scrambling out like the car’s on fire.

“Couldn’t wait to jump on her could you, buddy?” James bellows, storming over to Rafe.

“Excuse me?” Rafe looks taken aback, glancing at you as your eyes catch, “This is the house meeting you were talking about?”

“House meeting?” James looks at you, “So you couldn’t even tell him you were seeing me?”

“I just- I didn’t-“

“So what is it? You’re trying to come crawling back to her?” Rafe interjects and you flick your eyes to him as if a warning, though now he is only focused on James.

“You want to talk about crawling back? It seems pretty fucking convenient that you show your face around here the minute (Y/N)’s not got a boyfriend anymore.”

“Right, yeah, that’s why I’m here. Maybe it’s a good thing I came home, to pick up the pieces of the shit you left her in.”

In a conversation about yourself, you’ve never felt smaller. It’s like you’re shrinking into the space around them, disappearing when all of their anger is fuelled by you and focused on themselves. You’re sure you could disappear and they’d remain - hot headed in their hatred.

“Pick up the pieces? That’s what you think you’re doing?” James laughs, both of them practically steaming in their anger, “You’re not doing fuck all to help when you’re trying to get into her pants two seconds after she’s singl-“

“Enough!” You yell, sounding like the word has come from someone other than yourself as you feel your hands start to tremble.

Both of the boys silence, finally looking away from each other to focus on you, their anger sinking into the same pool as your disapproval. Rafe’s eyes seem to settle back into himself, like a realisation of how he’d been acting - he’d been doing the exact thing that he hated seeing in James, the way he ignored you in favor of his own focus. He looks like his younger self when you watch him. That anger, that hatred, the kind that he’d had before he moved away. That kind that gave him a million more problems. He’s that boy again.

“Just stop doing this, okay?” You drag a hand through your hair, “Neither of you get to talk on my behalf. Neither of you get to choose what’s best for me, or force this narrative of what you think is going on in my life. I’m sick of it. Have this masculinity battle some other time but god do it when I’m not here.”

With that, you disappear around the side of the house, shortcutting through the garden gate and finally letting yourself breathe, the tension in your chest seeming to return.

Rafe looks at James as if he could go again but in that moment all he can think of is you. The disappointment in your face as you’d walked away, the way you looked at him like you didn’t really know him. He drags a hand through his hair and all he can think of is how you tell him you’re sure he could suit any hairstyle. He stops himself from smiling, the urge fading when he looks at James again.

“So, what? Maybe a week or so and you’ll ask her on a date?” James folds his arms over his chest, “Or is a week just too long to wait? Hell, maybe you’ll be engaged within the month.”

“You know what, James,” Rafe clenches and unclenches his jaw, “Just go,” He waves his hand in the boys direction, his body turning away from him as if it’s gravitating back to you.

And with only the thought of you, he backs away from the fight.

~~~

You’re sat on the half-made dock at the end of Sarah and John B’s lawn, your feet pushing through the surface of the water aimlessly, eyes focused on the way the water curves around your ankles. Your chest has seemingly settled now but if you let yourself think of everything for too long it seems to flurry in anxiety again.

“Can I sit? Or should I put myself in time out?” The words come with the sound of footsteps creaking along the wooden planks, pausing as if they’re sure they are a safe distance from you.

You don’t turn around, “Sit, as long as you promise to be quiet.”

Rafe mumbles a ‘yes ma’am’ and takes his spot on the edge of the dock beside you. You feel him looking at you, his eyes burning into you as they scan your face. You weren’t crying and it seems to relieve the tiniest bit of worry within him. But you looked drained. Not tired in the way you were when he first saw you - but drained in the way that life seems to have been just slightly pulled away from you.

He opens his mouth to speak but stops as you lean back, fingers linking between your hands over your stomach as you lay against the dock. The sun hangs bright above you and you close your eyes, a deep breath forcing a rise and fall in your chest. Rafe watches you, the innocence in your features. He’d relied on those exact features for a lot of moments in his life. Your smile when he needed reminding of a good memory, the way your jaw clenches when you’re angry when he needed reminding of when he was in the wrong. Your eyes when he needed to come back home.

After a moment, he leans himself back too, his shirt wrinkling against the wood as he lays down, one arm tucking underneath his head. He turns his face towards you, observing.

You poke one eye open and squint in his direction, “Stop staring, weirdo.”

Rafe smiles, “So you’re not completely ignoring me,” He nods his head a little against his arm, “Does that mean I’m at like a six on the scale?”

“The scale?”

“The scale. How mad you are at something, you don’t remember?”

Of course you remember. When the two of you had been at school, he’d used that ‘scale’ as a way of you telling him how bad your day was - on the days when you had exams, and your friends were being shitty, and your parents were having problems at home, you’d say you were closer to a 10. It applied to everything - when he annoyed you, when you and Sarah had argued over something silly, everything.

“I’m a seven.”

He laughs a little and it seems to sit welcomingly in the space between you, easing the clench in your chest just enough.

The two of you stay in silence for a while after that, watching the sun disappear momentarily behind a cloud, casting a welcome shade over the water. You focus on the rise and fall of your chest, breathing in and out deeply to avoid the discomfort coming from laying on the dock. Rafe stays still beside you for a while, before his leg slightly shifts to the side so that his knee knocks against yours. You fight back a smile and turn around to look at him;

“Yes?” You raise your brows.

He pushes himself up so he’s leaning over you on his elbows, his head blocking the sun out so you can look at him without completely squinting against the light.

“I’m sorry,” He nods, “I really did have no idea you were with him, I was just waiting until you got back. And I don’t know, as soon as he said that I just felt like I lost it. It was weird, I don’t think I’ve felt angry like that in years.”

You nod in response, watching the guilt cast a darkness over his features.

“How did it go with you two today?”

You push yourself to lean up on your elbows too, matching his stance as he settles back to his side of the dock.

“Well, he’s not your biggest fan,” You laugh a little, staring out on the stillness of the water, “I don’t know, it just seems like he wants to think our relationship was doomed from the start, like we were just putting off the inevitable.”

“Well, did you ever feel like that?”

You take a deep breath, “I don’t think so. I don’t know, I just thought we’d stay together. God, I think after our third anniversary I was pretty certain that this would be it. But after what he said today it just feels like the two of us had been in two different relationships for all this time. And now I’m thinking, why didn’t he ever propose? Why did he want to move back here when I had my whole life at college? I mean, shit, Sarah’s having a kid and I was still just a girlfriend after nine years.”

Rafe nods, “Yeah I know what you mean. He was crazy for not wanting to marry you after all that time.”

You turn your head to look at him but he stays looking out over the water dismissively.

“God, who wouldn’t want to marry you?”

You feel your heart swell for just a second and turn your head away from him to look back over the water, both of you letting the silence fill in the empty gaps of the conversation you hadn’t yet had, that you didn’t need to have just yet.

“So, the sun is about an hour from setting,” Rafe points out, “How about that swim?”

~~~

You make your way back downstairs with your swimsuit on, a towel held under one arm, your flip-flops slapping against the wooden steps.

“Hey! I feel like I haven’t seen you today, how did it go with James?” Sarah stands up from the couch as you come downstairs, “Are you going out?”

You glance out at the garden, Rafe not visible along the stretch of the lawn, “Yeah, I’m just going for a swim. And it went well with James, a little bit of closure at least. Still feels weird.”

“It’s bound to,” Sarah nods, reaching out a hand to squeeze your arm, “Did you tell Rafe that you saw him?”

“Um, yeah, yeah, he knows,” You scratch at the back of your neck.

“God, I’m surprised he didn’t flip. I don’t think there’s anyone he hates as much as he hates James,” Sarah shakes her head.

You’re about to speak again but are cut off by the sound of the garden door sliding open. Rafe appears on the other side, poking his head through the created gap between the door and the wall.

“You ready to go (Y/L/N)?” He looks at you, a soft smile on his lips, a sort of calm resting in his features.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” You return softly and he nods, disappearing again.

“He’s so different when he sees you,” Sarah shakes her head, glancing over at the spot where her brother had just been.

“Different how?” You frown, letting your eyes trail back to her.

She shrugs her shoulders and rests a hand over her bump, running her fingers over the skin, “Just like he’s grounded, like he’s home.”

You feel the lump form in your throat, the way it once again makes it feel impossible to think of anything to say.

“Go on, he might be grounded but he’s still impatient,” Sarah jokes, gesturing her head in the direction of the door.

You laugh and follow her instruction, closing the glass door behind you as you walk down to the dock. Rafe is sat on the edge, his legs dangling over into the water. In only his swim-shorts, you can see the contortions of his muscles across his shoulders, the way they dip in his skin and seem to make him look bigger than he ever seemed normally. His skin isn’t as tanned as you remember him being but you suppose he doesn’t get as much sun when he’s in New York - not the kind he got here, anyway. And part of you seems to remember just how distant he was nowadays, his return feeling all the more temporary.

You hang your towel over the edge of the dock next to his and pull off your flip flops, leaving them at the edge too before breaking into a sprint straight past him. Your arms outstretch in front of you and break the surface of the water first, submerging your underneath until your toes feel the cold of the still water too.

Your head breaks the surface and you drag your hands up to draw your hair way from your face, now slick against your scalp.

“Very graceful,” Rafe smirks, “How on earth do I follow that?”

You watch him stand from the dock, stretching upwards before taking a few steps back. Within a split second, he catapults himself into the air, drawing his knees upwards so that he lands in a cannonball into the water, spray dispersing into the air and all over you.

“Well, I wouldn’t call that graceful,” You laugh, blinking away the water from your eyes.

From where Sarah and John B’s house was, you could see the sunset through a clearing in the trees if you swam around to the right angle. And you and Rafe knew the islands well enough to know exactly where to go.

By the time you swim around, the sky is painted with a yellow hue, sun lowering down seemingly a few feet from the horizon.

“I’m sorry about today,” Rafe breaks the silence, turning himself in the water to face you.

You kick forward so that your body tilts back, head hanging into the surface water, “You already said that.”

“I know, I just hate when I feel like I’ve disappointed you,” He comments, watching the way your body floats in the water.

You smile a little to the sky, “You didn’t disappoint me.”

He pauses for a moment, “So, I didn’t ask you earlier but, did he tell you the reason why he ended things?”

Your body tilts to turn you upright once again in the water, hands pushing through either side of you to maintain your position, eyes locking onto him. His hair is slick against his head and there are small beads of water trailing down either side of his cheeks, looping around under his jawline. He’s home. For the first time in years, he’s back here and it feels like it’s actually him - not some replaced or changed version. You’re both back to being sixteen again, sneaking liquor out of your houses, staying up until the sun called you home, misfit ways of surviving life in this isolated haven. And you realise it then, for a fleeting moment where you let yourself accept it - it’s Rafe that makes this place home.

“He…” Your voice trails off then, considering every possible outcome that would come in return for telling Rafe exactly what had been said earlier, exactly what you’d come to learn.

But the moment is fleeting. And you’re back in seconds to a reality. To a broken heart and a broken home, to New York, to your future, to James, to Sarah just a matter of metres away, to everything and everyone that you didn’t want to lose. To Rafe.

“He couldn’t give me a reason,” You swallow the lump in your throat, your eyes not breaking away from Rafe.

“The guy’s an idiot,” Rafe shakes his head, turning away from you and towards the sun.

You watch as he does, watching the glow that radiates from his skin, the way it seems to warm the air around him.

James might be an idiot, but maybe he was right.

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-There she is- Ruka screams next to you pointing at your friend Lily who was talking with a girl on the other side of the room.

You and Ruka have left your friend Sunoo with his male friends from the hokey team and start looking for Lily. Is not unusual to lose the blond girl at a party, she is a social butterfly so she knows a lot of people and most of the time she can be talking to somebody and mid sentence taken away by somebody else.

Tonight party was actually kinda boring so you want to leave, but Ruka still had hope of a funny turn so her solution was to meet new people thanks to Lily like you usually did. That’s actually how you meet Sunoo a year ago, Lily is friend with Jake who is in her book club and in the hockey team with Sunoo, something you found out later on and it surprise you since you didn’t imagine the most gay person you haver meet to be this aggressive on ice as he is during matches.

You and Ruka takes Lily attention and she present you to her friend Jiwoo and she was pretty funny that you didn’t notice Lily was lost again.

-I’m going lookin for Sunoo then I’ll left-

-Realy?- Ruka looked kinda disappointed. The fect was the more the night went the more you wanted to go to sleep, and you were so excited at the beginning.

-I’m tired, i’m not going to enjoy the rest of the night, is better if I left now-

-Text me when you arrive home- You nod and leave Ruka with Jiwoo.

After some times you find Heeseung with Joungwoon so you go to them.

-Boys, where is the funny one- Heeseung point at himself smiling.

-I saw him going upstairs, why?- Joungwoon ignore his friend so you do the same.

-Looking for him and see if he want to go home too-

-You want to live?-

-Bored and tired-

-Can’t promise what you are going to find upstairs- You in fact are scared but maybe your friend is in the bathroom vomiting and in need of help so you start looking for him.

Gladly some rooms were closed, some others not but the people inside where to concentrate in their business to notice you were there looking at their naked ass.

Then a door opens suddenly and a girl gets out of there really angry. You already know Sunoo isn’t there but the boy who left the room was wey more interesting to make fun of.

Sunghoon was bottoming his shirt when he was lefting the room.

-So you are not even good to beeing with during sex, why this do not surprise me?-

You and Sunghoon have some classes together and since the beginning the competition between you two started.

Everybody thinks you hate him but in reality you just dislike him, and he is funny to play with. Your little competition makes you want to study more just to piss him off, and that’s amazing since you are in college thanks to a scholarship.

When he notices you he looks pretty pissed off and he could leave without paying you attention, but he is probably like you and he loves your bickering as much as you did. So instead, he pays you attention.

-I’m actually pretty fun, some people on the other hand are pretty boring that they can't even makes me want them-

-Oh yeah I forgot that you are better than us common mortal prince Sunghoon-

-Is important to know when you are mistaken- Obviously he takes your insult as a compliment.

-Didn't Sunoo tell you that I accept to come to this party if you didn’t bother me?-

-If you are or not at a party is not a metter I care so piss you off or not is my decision alone. Talking about our common friend, did you saw him? I want to left but I can’t do it alone-

-Why?- his face was actually confused and you are surprised he isn’t intelligent enough for this common information.

-I’m a women, and is night-

-Ok good point. I want to left too so I’m walking you home- This is a nice act, ok you two don’t actually hate one other but walk you home is not something you two did, this a friend act.

-Absolutely not-

-I’m left this place anyway and Sunoo is geting fuck by both Minho and Jisung, did you want to ruin the moment to him?-

-Both?- Sunghoon nodded.

-Saw them enter this room, he looked kinda excited- The boy leans himself next to a door and paying attention you can hear a good fuking inside.

-Congratulation- Was your comment.

For a couple of seconds you think about it. You can ask Joungwoo to walk you home, you two are kind of friends, or even Kai, a boy of your same course who is brother with one of Wooyoung friends, anyone you would walk without getting angry with. But at the same time you don't want to ruin the night to anyone, except, wheel Sunghoon.

-Ok, but don’t open your month-

-I propose it cause if I don’t walk you home and someone finds out that I knowledge you going home alone and a bad thing happen to you they would blame me, second I don’t want to talk so your silence is better than a friendly conversation anyway-

-Just said you like my company-

-No talking, you decide that-

And that was it, you two walk where the dormitory is without exchanging any words, and that wasn’t embarrassing just cause you know that if you two talk it would be even worse.

Once in front of the girl dorm building you opened the door and he left without even saying bye and you were not surprised.

Once at your room you go straight to Woyoung room and find her happily sleeping. You, Woyoung, Lily and Ruka shared the room since last year and gladly, even if you are four different types of persons, you find in one other a little family.

Woyoung is the type of person that doesn't go to parties but prefers to go to sleep at 10pm to waking up and be productive at 6am. Thanks god so when you wake up you find the breakfast ready every morning when you are late for class.

You taxt Ruka and tell her you are safe at home and, while you were getting ready to go to bed, you noticed how your boobs were bigger than usual, probably because of the pms.

You decide to take a photo of your naked body to post on onlyfans.

You start your account before college, in need of money this was the fastest way and does not cost you a lot of time. You hide your face in every photo and video and that’s kinda why you have a lot of subscribers, they can immagine whoever they like while watching your video or photo. You even post some trailers on other +18 sites so if some people find it and start to get interested in you they would think to get a subscription at your of.

Once you do the post you finish get ready to sleep

While you were sleeping, Sunghoon was alone in his room with an open computer looking for something that would help him jerk off.

He tried to have sex with three different girls, but one was too much intoxicated, another asked him if she could call him daddy, and the last one, the one you saw him with, was just so boring to make out with.

But he wants to take out some stress from the season and the study so he needs to cum.

Then a body that was riding a pinky dildo takes his attention. The curve of that body, the sound the person was making the way they were going up and down, no face or weird dirty talk, not that he didn’t like talking during sex, he loves it especially during role play, but sometimes he just wants sex. Unfortunately the video was too short so he checked other videos on the channel.

And he finds a really interesting one titoled “masturbating after a study section with the class nerd”.

He doesn't call himself a nerd, but he finds it exciting the girl to masturbates next to some class book that can get dirty over her ministration.

He somehow finds it even more hot how she was talking in that video, small sentence but god he was close, until the video ended. He start to get frustrated but he didn’t stop his hands going up and down his dick, just one more video. Holding his dick going the same velocity of the girl in the video doesn't even know which one he clicks.

He find her so good and immagine how tight she probably is notice that all her dildo are small and she never take all of them on her, or the fact that she only take two of her fingers. God she's probably a virgin that’s why she is always alone on her video, he would makes her come so fast. He closed his eyes and in his imagination the girl's body was right in front of him riding the cum out of him.

Free him from a lot of stress, he was kind glade he walk home and find this pornstar. He didn't even clean his abs when he looked for more information about the account and find out that the three short videos he watched was just trailers from an only fans account.

He probably would regret it in the morning but he downloaded the app, gave all his data and subscribed to the account with a random name.

You would find iceprince subscription in the morning and you find it funny because your first thought was that if Sunghoon had an only fans account his nickname would probably look like this.

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javier peña x f!reader

chapter two: lips of an angel

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rating: E (18+ only, MDNI)

summary: After his return to the US, Javier is trying to settle back into a normal life without the pressures of Colombia and the DEA, but he finds himself feeling isolated with no one to spend his nights with. Now a newly appointed criminology professor at Texas A&M, he is drawn to you, a post-grad student in one of his classes. You’re intelligent and witty, sweet and kind, and he can’t get you out of his mind. To cope with his growing loneliness and to rid himself of thoughts of you, he signs up for an “arrangement service” to connect him with somebody—a sugar baby—he can care for. After he is matched up with Angel, he finds himself developing feelings quicker than he ever expected, but what happens when he finds out Angel is really you?

series warnings: power imbalance (prof and student), sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, discussion of money, criminal activity, judicial systems, graduate school, smut, daddy/papí kink, praise kink, degradation, self deprecation, discussion of self worth, multiple sexual or romantic partners, sex work, cursing, use of spanish, likely more warning so read at your own risk!

word count: 5.1k

a/n: thank you @northernbluess for beta-ing this series for me <333 love you bestie, the only one i'd wanna be a sister wife with

To: TheOnlyAngel

Subject: Nice To Meet You?

Hey,

I got an email that we were matched for Sweet Temptations. I figured I would reach out and introduce myself, maybe get to know you a bit if you are alright with that.

Feel free to call me Javi. I am honestly not sure what else I’m meant to do in an introduction like this. I promise I am normally much smoother than this, or at least more human and less awkward.

It’s nice to meet you, and to be matched up with you, Angel. If that’s what I should call you?

J

From: TheOnlyAngel

Subject: Re: Nice To Meet You?

Hi Javi!

It’s nice to meet you too, and hopefully, we get to meet in person. These first emails are always awkward no matter how many I’ve sent or received, so please be assured that, honestly, that was one of the better ones I’ve gotten. :) 

I normally like to ask what you’re looking for out of this “arrangement” (I hate calling it that, it sounds so impersonal) and maybe you can tell me some fun facts about you if you want to share!

I can go first for the fun facts:

Green is my favorite color

I unironically love the song MMMBop by Hansen (which is unexpected if you saw the rest of my tape and CD collection)

My current favorite movie is Romeo + Juliet that came out a couple of years ago cause Paul Rudd <3

That’s about all that I can think of as I sit in bed and type this so hopefully that is sufficient enough!

TTYL Javi,

Angel

To: TheOnlyAngel

Subject: Re: Re: Nice To Meet You?

Hey Angel

Paul Rudd is pretty likable, I’ll give you that. Is he your type? Cause I hate to break it to you sweetheart but I don’t really look like him. Both have dark hair but that’s about where the similarities stop. And Romeo + Juliet huh? Must be a bit of a romantic.

And MMMBop…it is catchy. I have to stop myself humming it at work these days.

As for what I’m looking for, I guess I just want someone to spend some time with. Whatever comes of it, comes of it, but I don’t want to really have any expectations. Just wanna get to know you, Angel.

Took me a while to think of some fun facts:

I grew up on a cattle ranch right on the border of Mexico in Southern Texas

When I was little (like 9/10 years old) my primos dared me to enter a rodeo for Mutton Busting (chasing a sheep around to try to catch it)

A CD of Selena stays in my car at all times, and yes, I know all the words

Hope those were fun enough for you, Angel.

And I hope you have a good day today.

J

The emails continued for about a week and a half, Javier slowly became more comfortable with the virtual communications. Angel was bubbly, and sweet, always asking him questions and always interested in hearing about his day or what his favorite book was. It was either his loneliness or a newfound desperation that had his heart skipping when the sound of new mail pinged from his desktop.

It felt a bit strange to have such normal exchanges with Angel and be reminded of the circumstances with his bank statement for the charges that the service takes monthly. With how personable Angel has been even via email, he finds himself forgetting what exactly brought them together. Maybe all the mystery and excitement will wear off when the two of you meet, but something deep in his gut is telling him that isn’t going to happen.

He drags himself away from his desk, no response from Angel yet today. All he can think about is how he hopes there’s a new message when he comes back, gathering his things to head to the lecture hall for the third week of Sociology of Deviance.

In the beginning, he thought this class was going to be a chore to do. Stuck onto his schedule last minute, had new material to cover, and had an annoying Dean of Faculty checking in on him much more often because of it. However, a handful of sessions in, he’s got a bit of a skip in his step to rush over there, the familiar jump in his stomach when he thinks about you.

The pretty fall floral dresses you’ve started wearing with the change in weather, large cardigans pulled over the top. You’ve worn a few flannels over your shoulders, clearly oversized and he feels a prick of jealousy whenever he sees you in them.

Do you have a boyfriend? Are those shirts his?

What would you look like in one of his button-downs?

Christ, the thoughts won’t stop no matter how hard he tries. Another reason why he is attempting to completely throw himself into this new “arrangement”, hoping it would be a means to an end to his crush on his student.

That’s what it is. He has a fucking crush.

He hasn’t had a crush in years.

Laying everything out for the class session, he starts writing the discussion points on the board. At the sound of the door violently swinging open and a rumble of loud footsteps rushing, he looks over his shoulder to see you, belongings in your arms and clearly flustered. His jaw drops open to ask if you’re alright, making a burning flash of eye contact with you before you drop your head, embarrassed, and find your seat.

Turning back to the chalkboard, he shakes his head minutely, rolling his shoulders before continuing his writing, white powder from the chalk coating his fingers. Instead of his normal thoughts of you, he keeps fighting the urge to ask if you’re okay. In the short time he’s known you if you could even say that about your dynamic, he knows it’s very unusual for you to come in that incomposed. He wipes the residue off on his pants, facing the class. 

While he teaches, his eyes continue to wander to you, oddly quiet when you would normally be engaged in the discussion. That kid Alex, obnoxious from the jump, is taking up far too much air time in this class, and Javier can’t help the annoyance on his face as he leans back against the desk, arms crossed over his chest as he waits for this kid to finish his long-winded, and incorrect answer.

You scoff audibly at a point that Alex made, piquing Javier’s attention. The two of you make eye contact again, and Javier suddenly unravels one arm from his chest, holding it up toward Alex.

“Excuse me, Alex, I respect your points but I think there might be some counters to your arguments. I want to be able to hear them before we move on,” Javier calls out your name, and his head snaps to you, nodding encouragingly, “What were your thoughts?”

“Oh, um, I was going to say that I don’t think that socioeconomic or social standing is the only explanation for the makeup of the prison system. And I think it’s pretty naive to think that it’s only rich people that get off with less severe punishments.” Javier watches your shoulders tense a bit at the obvious eye roll from Alex, the pen in between your fingers bouncing with nerves.

“Do you mind expanding on that? I’m interested in what you think is another reason,” Javier holds eye contact with you, the slightest smile on his face to reassure you to stand your ground in the argument.

“I mean, to me, It’s pretty obvious that the biggest reason is racial discrimination in the legal process. White people dominate the political landscape and the prejudices, even unconscious bias, contribute to the makeup of the incarcerated population. Judges will give favorable or less severe punishments to white defendants, and of course, class biases are a thing, especially because of the cost of criminal defense, but I think the overt, umbrella reason is racial discrimination in the legal process. It’s built into the systems of government, which is pretty depressing…”

You trail off and laugh awkwardly at the silence in the room, some classmates nodding in agreement while some are unphased, uninterested. 

“That’s good. That’s exactly what I was hoping would be brought up by someone,” Javier nods to you, pointing in your direction before he rounds the desk to start writing on the board for students to take down in their notes.

In your seat, you start to copy down into your notebook, glancing up to see him look over his shoulder at you. One corner of his mouth lifts, a smile in his eyes as you try to bite back your own grin that threatens to expose how much you enjoyed his short praises.

From: TheOnlyAngel

Subject: Wanna Meet Up?

Hiiii Javi

I’ve had such a shitty day today, but honestly, I was still excited to be able to come home and talk to you. :)

Do you think you’d be interested in meeting in person this weekend? I’m free Saturday night if you are. LMK!

Hope your day was better than mine!

xoxo,

Angel

Plans were made to meet Saturday night around eight o’clock. Javier had chosen a bar he’d become familiar with on those nights when he couldn’t sleep, when the memories of Colombia were too much when he couldn’t stop thinking about those damn boats that were in his backyard.

The place is small, intimate, and quiet enough to hold a conversation — which he knew from the one or two times he’d picked up someone and brought them back to his apartment. There was always some sort of live music, usually some jazz or folksy blues, that could fill any first-date awkward silences.

In his last email to her, Javier told Angel that he’d be in the back of the bar, at a table for two, wearing jeans and a red short-sleeve button-up shirt. He makes sure to arrive first, getting there a bit overly early at 7:30 to snag a table and order himself a drink to calm his nerves. Pounding the glass back on the bar top, he orders another whiskey neat to nurse until she arrives.

This is a different feeling than he’s had before a date. Nerves aren’t normally his thing when it comes to women, but something about this night feels higher stakes than before.

Get it together, Javi. It’s a date, if it goes horribly, you don’t have to do it again. Plus, she doesn’t even need to be interested in you, this is her job.

When you arrive at the tiny, hole-in-the-wall bar, you nod thanks to the man holding the door for you, rolling your eyes when you get a comment from him that you didn’t ask for.

“Nice tits, sweetheart.” He slurs and sends you a wink that is definitely more of a blink. You slip past him without issue, scanning the small area for the man with dark hair and a red shirt on. At this point, with how many times you’ve done this, you’re normally not nervous to meet these men in person. It’s something you’re obligated to do, like showing up for any other job, and that’s how you treat it.

But this time around, something’s different. Talking with Javier has actually been….nice? He’s responsive and wants to get to know you, never taking more than a day to get back to you. He’s asked you more questions about yourself than anyone else has before and he always, always wants to hear about your day. If you weren’t careful, you could see yourself getting attached.

Well, getting attached if he’s anything like you’ve imagined him. Or who you’ve imagined him to be.

The only red shirt you can spot is on a man sitting at a table toward the back, facing away from the door and toward the stage in the corner where a jazz trio is playing a low, crooning song. Biting back a smile, you start to make your way over to him, admiring him from behind.

It’s broad shoulders and a strong neck, muscles flexing as he adjusts in his seat. His dark, chocolatey hair is combed nicely, so much so that you can’t help but have the thought of running your fingers through it and messing it up.

Dressed in a black dress with blotted red lips, you weave in between people, ignoring anyone else as you keep your eyes on the man you’re here to meet. Javi stays facing forward, watching the band play even as you stand behind him, cheated to his side a bit. Holding your breath, you lean closer and tap him on his shoulder.

“Um, excuse me, Javi?”

At the sound of his name, Javier turns over his shoulder to his right, a smile on his face already from the honeyed kindness in her voice. She did really sound like an angel for a second there before he realized where the sound was coming from.

“Yeah, I’m Ja—“ The sound stops in his throat when he is facing you. Your supple lips with the dainty Cupid’s bow, rouged cheeks, and gentle smile; normally in a nice dress or cardigan in class, but here you’re wearing much less material, more of your skin on display.

What would it be like to kiss it?

No. That is not ever going to happen.

Those doe eyes hold an innate tenderness that he couldn’t imagine ever being privy to, but here he was, under the stare of those and it was making him sweat. He can only imagine what he looks like to you at the moment, eyes wide and mouth blubbering to speak like a fish gasping for air.

You recognized him at the same time, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back the word vomit threatening to come out. If it did, you know you would end up spilling how honestly excited you are that the man you’ve been emailing with has turned out to be Professor Peña. You’ve harbored a bit of a crush on him for the last few weeks, ever since that smile he gave you when you introduced yourself after the first session. It had been burning moments of eye contact, and those gentle encouragements from him.

Hell, after class this week when he praised your counterarguments, you thought about his voice saying “That’s good” over and over while you laid in your bed that night, coming with the image of him over you in record time.

The first word out of his mouth is your name, tone flicked up at the end in a question. He grumbles to himself as he moves to stand up, forgetting his drink on the table.

“Fuck, this is bad…” He whispers under his breath, shaking his head at himself as he runs his hands on the sides of his jeans. “I’m so sorry.”

He steps back to further the distance between you two, awkwardly avoiding your eyes as he attempts to recover his professionalism.

“It’s alr—“

“I had no idea it was you. This is completely inappropriate, I apologize. I should leave, uh, and I completely understand if you need to change out of my class. I know it’s past the cut-off date, but I would help if you needed—”

“Javi — can I call you that?” He considers it for a moment before nodding, rigidity evident in his body, “Javi, it’s alright. You don’t need to apologize, neither of us knew before this moment…But I do have to say, I wouldn’t tell.”

“Uh, I’m sorry — what?”

“I wouldn’t say anything. If you wanted to sit down and have a drink, or a few, and get to know each other like we planned to, I wouldn’t say a word. Even if you weren’t interested after this, I promise, the secret’s safe with me.”

Javier can’t deny how much he was looking forward to meeting the woman he was emailing with. And he can’t deny that he’s had his eyes on you since that first meeting. Hell, he can barely control his thoughts around you.

Of course, it had to be you. The two people he can’t get out of his head have turned out to be only one person, and of course, it’s you.

“If it informs your decision, I would love to get to know you more, Javi.”

He stutters through his thoughts out loud before resigning with a sigh, taking a breath as he forms his response, “Only if you’re comfortable with it.”

“Definitely. Wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise. Now, may I join you?” You gesture to the empty chair and Javi nods quickly.

“Yeah, of course. Here, let me get that.” He visibly relaxes a bit, falling into a routine he knows well. Rounding the small table, he pulls your chair out for you before settling in the seat opposite. Shortly after, a server comes around and takes your drink orders, Javier looking to you to go first. After the order is placed, the server leaves the two of you in silence at the table.

Another beat passes before Javier speaks, saying what you both are thinking, “Sorry, I just, cannot believe it happened to be you.”

“Why’s that?” You ask with a lilt of humor in your voice, sitting up in the chair to move toward him, “Don’t think I would be into all this?”

“Yeah, I guess so, but—Actually I should not say what I was about to say,” he chuckles and shakes his head.

“Oh, c’mon, what were you gonna say?”

“Nope, definitely not going to tell you, sweetheart,” he smirks at you and then adjusts in his seat awkwardly, “Oh, ‘m sorry, I shouldn’t have sa—“

“Javi. It’s fine, just relax. You’re not making me uncomfortable at all if that’s what you’re worried about,” you give him a sincere smile, reaching across to hold his arm that’s lying on the table, “It’s actually kind of nice to have those nicknames coming from you and not some other creepy men who contact me.”

“Why’s that?” He echoes your question from moments before, eyebrows raising in curiosity and the same smirk growing on his face, glancing down at your hand on him.

“I shouldn’t say what I was about to say,” you attempt to imitate his voice, laughing at the end when he gives you a look that says ‘Really?’.

“I don’t sound like that, cariño. But that’s a good try. Now what is it that makes me nicer than the other men you’ve seen?”

‘That’s a good try.’ This man.

“And how do you know that? I could be nailing what you sound like to other people. You hear your voice differently.” You poke his arm pointedly, moving your hand toward your lap again. Before it leaves the table, Javier stretches his arm across, catching your fingers with his. He holds them loosely in his, running his thumb across your knuckles as he keeps eye contact with you.

“I’ve heard my voice enough in press conferences that were televised, angel. I don’t sound like that,” he uses his free hand to take a sip of his whiskey, “And don’t try to change the subject. I wanna know what you are gonna say.”

“I could say the same thing to you. We both have our secrets tonight,” you take a sip of your drink and shrug, “You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”

“Nice negotiating, cariño, but I think I’d have to have a few more of these if I was going to share mine.” He raises his glass a couple of inches off the table, the amber liquid sloshing around before he sets it down again.

You’d say anything to get him to keep giving you praise like that all the time.

Grabbing your own glass, you lift it to him and smile, “Well, only one of these and I’ll be spilling all my dirty secrets.”

Javier’s jaw notches to the side as you say that, biting his cheek before he takes his hand from yours and runs his thumb across his bottom lip to the corner.

Inside his chest, he feels his heart beating faster and feels his blood rushing south, that same damn smile of yours that you give him from rows away in class doing the same damn thing it does to him there.

Half of him is wondering how he can make you smile like that all the time.

The other half wants to wipe that smile off of your face and have you whimpering.

What would you look like under him?

Jesus Christ, he’s way far gone.

Javier’s had three more whiskeys on top of his previous three. You’ve had about four drinks yourself.

The evening has devolved into something much more casual, breezy; conversation has flowed between you two, finding things in common and swapping stories that have the other laughing. From the serious professor in class, this more easy-going Javi is refreshing to see and definitely makes your crush a lot worse, somersaulting stomach and warm, syrupy flood across your whole body.

The subject has returned to the evening’s secrets, you asking him again to share what he was going to say.

“Please, Javi, it can’t be any more embarrassing than what mine is. I’ll tell you what I was gonna say if you promise to tell me.” You extend your arm, fingers closed into a fist beside your pinky.

He looks at your hand, debating internally before deciding ‘fuck it’ and links his little finger with yours.

“I promise, cariño,” he smiles and nods for you to share, “What are you dying to tell me so that you can hear what I was gonna say?”

“The affection from you is nice cause, I don’t know, you feel…safe. When I first started, I was getting some weird men that wanted to meet, and—This has just been fun,” you resign with a soft smile, “Plus it helps that you’re hot. Got the whole smoldering cop with the porn stache thing.”

“Smoldering cop with the porn stache? I didn’t realize that was a thing,” he laughs, the crinkles next to his eyes deepening before he takes your hand lying on the table, “I’m glad this has been fun for you. After all that shock and awkwardness at the beginning, I think it’s been really nice to get to know you, angel.”

“Alright, I shared my little secret, you share yours now.”

Javier sighs, his thumb rubbing back and forth across your skin. He takes a moment to speak before he meets your eyes, a resistant smirk on his face, “You are really gonna make me say this?”

“You pinky promised! I didn’t make you do that, there’s no coercion here, Javier.”

“Fine, fine. You’re too quick, cariño,” he squeezes your fingers with his, “I was gonna say before that I couldn’t believe it happened to be you ‘cause—It’s stupid, really, but I’ve had a bit of a crush on you since that first class, querida.”

“A crush? The sexy Professor Peña has a crush on me?”

“Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. Can’t keep ‘em off of you, cariño. Too beautiful. And you’re fucking on it all the time, so goddamn smart. I really am convinced you should be teaching for me,” he glances down sheepishly, feeling exposed from his tipsy confession.

The surface of your cheeks heats up, feeling a tingle down your spine when his eyes meet yours again. Leaning forward across the table, you bite your bottom lip as you drink him all in.

“D’you think I’ll ever be able to properly pay attention in class again after that?”

“You better, sweetheart. Just cause I’ve got a crush on you doesn’t mean you’ll get a good grade. Not gonna go easy on you. Fair’s fair.”

“Mm, I don’t mind it hard. I prefer it that way, actually. Makes it much more satisfying when you finish.” Your tongue wets your lips before you take your bottom one between your teeth, watching as Javier’s eyes darken at your double entendre.

He shakes his head, giving you a knowing look about your mischievous word choice, “Better be ready for a challenge then, angel.”

“Always, Peña.”

It’s late now, verging on turning into Sunday; the hours flew by with each other. Javier noticed the time on his watch, the crowd in the bar was sparse in spots that were full when he got there. When he looks at you, your eyelids look heavy, and those normally wide and bright eyes, eager and excited, look drowsy and content, so close to slipping closed and turning your mind off for the night.

“You ready to head out, angel? We’ll go find you a cab.” He asks with a subtle smile on his face, scooting out of his chair and standing, offering a hand to you.

“Yeah, m’ready.” You rise after taking his hand, hiking your small rectangular bag over your shoulder and stepping closer to him as he switches which hand is holding yours. Right in right, he grips yours from the outside of your palm, fingers lacing together as he presses his left into the small of your back, weaving between the patrons and out the front door.

The air is crisp when the door breaks open, cool air surrounding your warm, alcohol-blanketed bodies. Javier's touch still surrounds you, your right shoulder pressing into his chest when you turn to say something to him.

He takes a step back, allowing you the space to rotate fully in his arms, meeting his eyes and feeling a grin toy at your lips.

“Tonight was nice.”

“It was. Think I should be saying thanks to you. M’glad you had me stay.”

“Yeah? Well, m’happy to hear that cause I was gonna say, if you wanted to keep this up — meeting up, the arrangement all of that — if you wanted to keep it up for the semester, I would happily keep the secret. Y’know, you help me, I help you kind of thing. We just have fun.”

Javier considers the offer, ticking his jaw as he debates internally. On one hand, it’s a massive risk. The two of you could be seen out with each other, or if anyone noticed anything different in class, it could jeopardize his job, and possibly your degree. But on the other hand, if every night with you is like this one, he’s hard-pressed to say no. You’re funny and intelligent and beautiful — sure, there’s the element of how you two met and what happens behind the scenes, money taken out of his account monthly and forwarded to you through the service — but with the way you’ve had his heart pumping from your sweetness and his cock half hard at how turned on you have him constantly, he really can’t find a fuck to give about the risk.

“Alright. If you are in for it, I definitely am, angel,” he grins at you, his tongue poking out to wet his lips when his eyes flit to yours, the faint red lipstick of yours still holding strong.

“Good, Javi. That’s good,” your voice is a purr, a smug smirk playing at your lips when he leans in closer, walking you back towards the brick facade of the bar. His knees nearly give out when he hears those small praises, already waiting for the next time you speak them to him.

“Can I…?” he trails off, the tip of his nose only an inch from yours.

“You can kiss me, Javi.”

Without wasting another second, he catches his lips with yours, gentle at first with soft, delicate kisses exchanged. His tongue slides along your bottom lip, a breathy whimper parting your mouth enough for him to lick into it, melting his tongue with yours. One of his hands moves to hold your jaw, the other stagnant at your hip. A step closer brings him flush against you, quiet moans muffled into each other’s mouths.

The roughness of the brick is harsh against your bare skin on display, the contrasting sensations pooling arousal in between your legs. Javier tastes like tobacco, whiskey, and mint gum; an interesting combination but an intoxicating one. His hand at your hip moves around to your ass, pulling you off the wall slightly and against him, his growing bulge felt against your torso.

Before the two of you can get completely lost in each other, you pull away, hands on his chest. A taxi pulls up at that moment, honking its horn in question if you need a ride. You wave to him and ask for one minute with your fingers, turning back to Javi standing in front of you a bit breathless.

“I should go. Got some reading to do for this class on Monday that I’ve got.”

“Oh, yeah? Hope your professor hasn’t been killing you with the readings,” he smirks back at you.

“Nah, he hasn’t been killing me but seems like he does really wanna give it to me. Must have some high expectations,” your voice is coated with a lilt of teasing, winking at him as you slip from his arms.

He follows close behind to walk you to the cab, a hand finding your back and dropping down to graze his fingers across your ass.

“Think you’ll have no trouble exceeding those expectations, angel. Plus you could always ask for one-on-one tutoring or some extra credit.” It’s his turn to wink, opening the rear door for you and helping you in.

“Glad I have your confidence, Javi. Here, gimme your phone I’ll give you my number.” You reach out and he fumbles it from his pocket, passing it off to you. The information is quickly entered and saved, handing his device back to him and looking up at him from the seat of the cab.

“I’ll be waiting for a call, Javi. And I’ll see you Monday, Professor Peña.” You give him one last look, giggling as you shut the door and he hits the top of the taxi before you drive away, standing there with an idiotic smile on his face.

Javier grew up religious, his mamá dragging him to church every Sunday. He’s only been back to church at the major holidays he’s been home, leaving behind any spiritual side of him. All the concepts of eternal souls and heaven and hell meant nothing to him.

However, tonight, he felt an inkling to believe that heaven was real, and he had met an angel.

His angel.

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[magicxc]

Call On Me

Pairings: Idris Elba x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1523

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Fellatio, Choking

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“C’mon angel, put it in all the way.”

“Idris, it wont fit and I’m not about to make it either.”

“Just let me help you push it in, you’re not doing it right.”

“No, cause then it’ll stretch.”

“It’s elastic, so it’ll snap back.”

“We’re still here daddy, I can just get another size as opposed to destroying this one.”

“I mean if you want your jeans to fit like sweatpants, then go for it.”

“You’re so dramatic, it simply doesn’t fit, and you’ll love me either way; sweat pants or not.”

“I mean yeah, of course but it’s drip or drown; and if you're gonna be with me, then you’ve got to be drippin.”

Sometimes it’s best to ignore him. God knows I love my boyfriend, but I can’t with the shit that comes out of his mouth. It’s like somebody teleported him back to 2017 and he’s readjusting to the present life. 

Albeit fashion is a big deal to Idris, I’ll give him that. But I, for one, value comfort over everything. It’s just one of those things we’ve come to meet in the middle about, though he’ll still try and rearrange my wardrobe if given the chance. 

“Idris, can you add this to the ‘maybe’ pile in the corner please?”

Taking the pants from me, he neatly hangs it up in the corner of the room, uttering how even tho my clothes aren’t dripping, he can be.

“Oh my goodness,” I laugh. “Really? Tell me you’re joking.”

“Now why would I do that mhmm? In fact I remember a time when stargazing in public was on both of our bucket lists.”

“Yes, in the car or under a moonlit beach not the damn mall,” I gushed. “Idris nothing about this says private.”

“Is that not the point of PUBLIC stargazing,” he enunciated.

Ahh yes, stargazing - an act in which one can observe the many stars of the galaxy sometimes as a hobby or sometimes for scientific research. Of course our star gazing meant something vastly different. Even though we didn’t need a telescope to see them, there was still that warm and fuzzy feeling when they did appear. 

You see Idris and I have a thing for code words. It’s used mostly when gossiping about people or situations. But recently it's become a fun new way for us to describe sexy times in front of others. 

How real would it be to blurt out amongst your friends that you just want to take your lover home and become one with the sheets? I’m sure they’d understand but I’m not tryna let people know every time I want my back blown out. So instead we came up with a way to state our intentions without having to dance around certain words. 

For example, Sunday dinners with the family goes something along the lines of 'do you want to go stargazing afterward?' Similarly to how it's socially acceptable to tell your loved ones that you and your partner are trying for a baby but not that their pussy turns into a mini day care every night; except our family hasn’t quite caught onto the the fact that neither of us so much as own a telescope; though I fear it’s only a matter of time until they do. 

I’m not as sexually daring as Idris but I refuse to punk out of this. He thinks that I’ll back out of stargazing simply because we’re in a public place where people can hear us? Let's be clear, I absolutely would, but the way my competitive nature is set up, I’ll stargaze with him. Shit, he better be ready to see the milky way too, cause I’ll be damned if I don’t make him cry for me. 

“You know what daddy, drop em,” I demanded, chin pointing toward his pants. “Gone ahead and give me something shiny to see.”

To say that he was shocked would be an understatement, bug eyed and eager as he runs his tongue across those juicy lips. He doesn’t let that falter him for long and makes quick work of the buckle of his pants. And my God if that action isn’t my personal little aphrodisiac. 

Knees hitting the floor, I watch in awe as his dick springs free, pre cum slowly dribbling from the tip. 

“You this wet already for me?” I tease. “Tell me exactly how you want it.”

“Use your mouth.”

“Nuh uh, use your words,” I insist. 

“Start by getting the tip nice and drenched for me angel,” Idris lamented. 

Inching closer to the head, I open my mouth and spit on it, watching intently as it trails down to the floor. 

“Now what?”

Smirking, he asks me to drain his balls entirely and I work on doing just that. 

Gathering the tip of his penis in my mouth,  I use the wetness to help me suction him. Cheeks hallowed and teeth tucked, I make sure to maximize on his sensitivity; tongue twirling around that mini slit lined at the head. 

His thighs quake ever so slightly, which only pushes me to suck in earnest, making sure to keep the tip nestled against my tongue. 

Fingers cradled behind me, I lock them together, opting instead for hands free head so I can really talk my shit once we’re done. 

Deciding it’s time to show some love to the rest of his lengthy member, I slow my ministrations and softly run my tongue along his shaft; tracing each thick and hardened vein - starstruck at Idris’ skin, a rich shade of chestnut. 

This part always gives me some trouble, but I’m willing to sacrifice a little comfort if it means I can hear him sing for me; and quite frankly he’s not doing enough of it. 

Bobbing my head steadily, it takes a minute for me to gain some traction, mouth now sliding along his dick with ease. His hips start a slow thrust and I bounce my head a little quicker, twisting from side to side as I do so. 

Finally, it’s drenched enough for me to take the entirety of him, stopping only when I reach the base of his shaft. His dick is properly lodged down my throat and I do everything I can to breathe through my nose, slight gagging noises making its way past my lips. 

As quiet as he tries to be, the harsh hissing that meets my ear encourages me to make quick work of him, bobbing in short, rapid successions, listening intently as his groans turn into quiet moans. 

Face planted against his coily pubes, they’re trimmed to perfection, the tropical notes of his coconut body wash lingering inside my nose. The deep, onyx color glistens with a mixture of precum and spit, similar to that of stars littered against the never ending black hole of space, as they softly tickle my cheeks.

Dislodging him completely to take a much needed breath, the cool air feels icy against my drool ridden chin. Tears brimmed at my eyes and pussy clenching against fabric, this dressing room is fixing to see way more than just changing of the clothes. 

“You wanna cum?” I taunted. “Make those pretty noises for me and I just might let you.”

Dick jumping in anticipation, I decide to head down south and give a little love to the overlooked - his ball sac. 

Slurping them in my mouth, I swish them around, mapping over the textured skin. His girthy member sits on my forehead, wet and dripping; adding to the soaked mess down under. 

I get a light hum in return and suction him to a the very fine line of pleasure and pain. A breathy moan follows and his hand soon finds itself planted at the root of my scalp. 

Thankfully he cant see the smirk that lines my lips and I give his balls a few more swirls before I set them free with a loud pop. 

“Haaaah”, is the desperate whine that I hear above me, but somehow I need more. 

Dick once again at the bottom of my throat I remove it until I get to the very tip and slam it back down again. 

“Just like that daddy, keep it up and I can make it real good for you.” 

*slurp*

“What’s my name? Huh? Let these bitches know who’s making you quiver like the slut you are.”

*slurp*

“C’mon and cum for me like I know you can, Idris.”

The fingers once tangled in my hair soon find themselves wrapped around my throat, squeezing me with just enough pressure to remind me how little control I actually have here. And while it was fun while it lasted, feminism doesn't exist with his hand around my neck. 

“Open wide for me angel.”

Tongue slithering past my teeth, I lay it flat for a full display, watching intently as he jerks himself to the finish line and in my mouth. 

He shouts his release, a little higher in pitch than I expected, chanting my name like the prayer it is. 

“Now close your mouth and swallow like I know you can,” he grunted. 

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[catreginae]

Thou Shalt Not Fall: Warriors and the Fog

Everybody is still in Ordon and Warriors can't help but to think there is something wrong about that. They can't just be here for a vacation, right?

I'll be honest, I'm just tired of looking at this one, so if there are any glaring typos… maybe I'll conquer them one day.

They were still in Ordon and Warriors was starting to feel a little antsy, especially now that he was limiting himself to just Twilight’s house and he didn’t have a good way to burn away excess energy. His biggest worry was that they had no idea what the trouble was. They surely weren’t in Ordon just to make Twilight happy, not that he would mind if that was actually the case. Everybody was enjoying the break, except for him, but that was irrelevant.

All he could hope was that the shadow wasn’t targeting Ordon itself. Perhaps he should go back out beyond the spring and head back to the forest for a patrol while the others were sleeping. Maybe he could prevent a fight coming to Ordon if he stayed on top of patrols.

He was sitting just by Twilight’s door, watching as Epona was grazing on the longer grasses in Twilight’s yard and hanging his legs over the edge of the porch, if it could be called such, as he mulled over their current situation.

Just as he was about to head back inside – his skin was starting to tingle a bit, a sure sign that it was time to go back in – he saw somebody come down the path from the village holding a bucket. She was a blonde villager than he didn’t meet but she looked to be about Twilight’s age, so he was pretty confident that the villager in question was Ilia. She saw him and walked to the treehouse. She didn’t climb the ladder but she stayed at the foot of it.

“So you’re the last one. I’m Ilia and you’re... Warriors?”

“Yup, that’s me!” he answered with a nod.

“Link said you might not be awake because you have sleep problems but I’m glad I caught you,” she said with a smile. Was that what everybody saying? That he had some sort sleep disorder? He supposed it wasn’t entirely wrong. He did have a hard time staying awake during the day sometimes, especially when he had a roof over his head.

“I just wanted to say thank you for looking after him. We all get worried when Link goes out on these big adventures. None of us were the same after the first one, especially him... so I’m glad he isn’t alone out there.”

Twilight never said too much about what happened on his adventure but he knew that somebody being pulled away from their friends and family rarely only affected the person who had to leave. He wondered if Twilight ever talked to her or his adoptive parents about it, though Warriors couldn’t judge if Twilight never did. Proxi liked to called him ‘emotionally constipated’ so what did he know?

“We were all brought together for a reason. I don’t think any of us could have handled this alone. We’re all stronger because we’re together. I’ll make sure he makes it home, I swear on my life.”

He meant it. If there was one benefit to being cursed like he was, it was that he had a body that was more or less a shield now. He fully intended to use his durability to make sure everybody got to go home at the end. Twilight had a lot of people in Ordon who loved and cared about him and Warriors didn’t have to meet all of the villagers to get that feeling.

Ilia studied his face, then smiled. “Thank you. I’ll let you go back inside now since I have some chores to do. I’ll see you later.”

They bid each other goodbye and Warriors headed inside. The tingling in his skin was starting to bother him and he couldn’t imagine how red his face was at the moment.

× × × × × × × × × × × ×

“I heard you met Ilia today.”

“Briefly,” he answered, looking up from the sword he decided to polish. He was starting to get a bit bored inside Twilight’s house, waiting for nightfall where it would be the safest for him to go out. The angry animals would be asleep and the only time the moon caused an issue was in Wild’s era. He sometimes wished that somebody would stay with him during the day now that he was waking before Sky but he didn’t want to ruin their time in the village by forcing them to keep him company. At least they came back in the evening. “She seems nice.”

“Oh, she wasn’t a couple of days ago!” Legend said with a grin. “She gave that other rancher a good earful for forgetting to close the gate. We walked out of the barn just in time to see him bring the goat back up and she let him know how she felt the entire time.”

Warriors shared a glance with Twilight. Did they know? He was pretty sure that Twilight was the only other Link there but he couldn’t be sure.

“They can be dangerous,” Twilight mumbled with a sagely nod. “They’ve cracked my ribs before.”

Wild nodded too. “The mountain goats in my era did the same thing to me. Only it wasn’t their horns that cracked my ribs, it was the rock I landed on when they knocked me down. I’m glad the wild ones don’t get as big as yours.”

“Good to note. I will avoid the murderous goats in this era and in Wild’s era,” Warriors muttered with a roll of his eyes as he finished up polishing his sword. Maybe the others would be so nice as to let him polish their things tomorrow so that he something else to do. Or... maybe he would just pace around Twilight’s house. He could walk on walls now, which increased the space he could pace in. He could drive somebody crazy doing that.

Maybe he will go pace on the walls tomorrow, once he explored the woods after the others fell asleep.

The rest of the evening went by with the others filling in with what happened that day. Life in the village was slow but if it was like Time’s ranch, he was sure if was a nice change of pace compared to life in the barracks. They all ate traditional Ordonian food courtesy of the village, which ended up using a lot of cheese, milk, and pumpkins. It led to some debate about where the best pumpkins originated and Warriors was beginning to wonder if Sky and Twilight would cross the line from debate to an actual argument before Wild broke it up, declaring he wasn’t storing any pumpkins in his slate if they couldn’t be mature about it.

After the lively debate, they caught each other up on what they were up to that day where Warriors found himself staying silent because other than going outside and speaking with Ilia for a bit, he did pretty much nothing. They talked into the evening and then tucked themselves in.

Once he was sure they were asleep, he quietly gathered his equipment and jumped down to the ground. He turned to the right and headed towards the bridge that led out of the village.

But then he paused by the spring.

He didn’t pay much attention to it before since they all wanted to get the treehouse to drop off their bags but now that Warriors was stationary and just outside of the gate, something about the spring sent a shiver down his spine. It made him want to turn and walk away from it but he stayed where he was because as much he was bothered by it, he was also curious. It looked normal but it didn’t feel normal.

He approached it slowly. The instinct to run intensified with each step he took but the curiosity and the need to know why that instinct was there made him resist the urge to turn around.

If there was one way to describe the spring, it was that it was bright. It sparkled in the moonlight but somehow it seemed even brighter than that, though he couldn’t describe how.

He squatted down by the lake and reached out, dipping his fingertips into the spring. He regretted it immediately. Warriors cursed, pulling his hand back so quickly that he fell onto his back. His fingers continued to sting, even though they weren’t in the water anymore. He groaned and sat up, using his scarf to dry his fingers.

His fingers must have been though they must have only been in the spring for a second or two. They were bright red and still stung in the cooler night air– definitely burnt but thankfully mild.

Okay, it wasn’t just the goats or the cats or the bees. It was also the damn water!

Warriors got to his feet and shook his head. He would ask Twilight about the spring later. For now, he had to look for the reason why they were in Twilight’s era because as lovely as Ordon was, they couldn’t just stay there and possibly risk the shadow or whatever monsters it dragged around with it finding them in Ordon.

The village was defensible enough if they defended the bridge or made sure none of them made it past Twilight’s treehouse since Ordon was surrounded by rocky walls. Unless the monsters could fly, they needed to cross the bridge too. However, that was too close to the village for Warriors’ comfort. It was possible but it left them little room for error, especially if were winged monsters. An aeralfos could be particularly troubling.

It was better if they could get the drop on them. Getting ambushed around a bunch of civilians was the last thing he wanted.

He walked over the bridge and past it. There was another spring that made him shudder but he walked past that one until he eventually came to a fork in the road. One fork led into a dark cave and a quick sniff of the air told him that there was something that smelled like decay coming from that general direction. However, the cave was dark – too dark. Even if he summoned his vampire powers, he needed at least a little bit of light to actually see anything and that cave was pitch black. He had his fire rod but he wasn’t sure he had the best control over it to just keep the end lit up.

He cursed loudly to himself and did the walk of shame back to the treehouse. Twilight took to hanging his lantern up to provide some more light when the sun was down and turning it off when they fell asleep. Warriors unhooked it from its spot and took it with him. It seemed like Twilight filled it up somewhat recently so hopefully that was enough to get through the cave.

The cave was still a bit dark even with the lantern but the lantern was absolutely worth it when he found himself face to face with an alarming large spider. Warriors yelped and swiped at it with his lantern, sitting its web on fire and watching it scurry away. It was a good thing he was alone – he would never live that down with the others

He followed his nose and found himself at the end of the cave which opened up to a dock with a lot of purple fog that hung close to the ground and covered the ground for as far as he could see. Alarming. Maybe Twilight would know something about it. The smell of decay was strongest here and for a moment, Warriors wondered if it was the fog itself that smelled of decay but then he saw a shadow move within the fog.

He retreated back into the mouth of the cave. Hopefully, nothing actually saw him so he could have a moment to observe what he needed to do. He could see a wooden dock in front of him, which told him that maybe this fog wasn’t always there. To his right, he could see some stumps rising up from the fog and oddly enough, he could actually see a path made up of those stumps and some thicker tree branches that lead to giant stump in the middle.

Warriors could see what he needed to do but he was a little wary of trying it. He could probably make it across all the gaps up the giant middle stump but he never needed to jump so preciously before. It made him also regret not practicing more before but at least if he fell, he could probably get back up somewhere quickly enough. He could walk on walls now.

He hooked the lantern to his belt like he saw Twilight do before and ran, leaping up to the first stump and before he think about too much, he jumped to the next stump, and the to the next branch, and before he knew it, he arrived at the large stump in the middle. If he could get some of them up to the stump, they could rain arrows down at... whatever was shuffling around in the fog.

Cautiously, he leapt up to the edge and looked down. He was basically right on top of that awful smell of rot and decay and he instinctively raised a hand to cover his nose.

Inside the fog, he could see shadows that seemed Hylian-like but the limbs were too thin and elongated. They moved by shuffling mostly, dragging a sword along the sword as they did so. Gibdos. Pleasant. He hated those fuckers. Just one of them was annoying but he could see maybe a dozen or so them shuffling around.

And they weren’t alone. He could also see darknuts, the very enemies that made him reveal his secret in the first place. Those would take more than just regular arrows from above to take out. Maybe some bomb arrows could knock some of their armour off but Warriors knew that being close and personal was the best way to handle them.

The job wasn’t going to be an easy one and he didn’t know how much time they had the shadow actually sent the gibdos and darknuts after them. All he knew was that the faster they came up with a plan, the better. They couldn’t wait to be attacked now that he had an idea of what was coming.

Warriors started his trip back, hopping back down the collection of branches and stumps, back through the cave with the massive spiders, past the two unnerving springs, and up the ladder into Twilight’s treehouse. He stepped over the other heroes, returned the lantern to its spot, added his equipment to the pile, and then located his bedroll. He might as well try to sleep for a little bit.

× × × × × × × × × × × ×

Warriors woke up groggy and if it wasn’t for the pang in the stomach and the ache in his throat, he probably would have gone back to sleep. For a moment, he wondered if he needed blood that badly, or if he could sleep for a little bit longer, but he pulled himself out of the bedroll and up the ladder to the main floor. Thankfully, his fingers healed overnight so the trip up the ladder was painless.

To his shock, he wasn’t alone. Sky was sitting up, surrounded by nuts, milk, eggs, and other ingredients while Wild was tending to the fire in Twilight’s oven. There was also somebody Warriors didn’t expect at all – Colin. His stomach dropped. He liked the kid, he liked him a lot and he could see that he great potential with a sword one day, but he couldn’t down a bottle of blood or bite somebody with Colin around!

“Warriors! You’re up! Wild’s going to make a cake! Wanna come watch with me?” Sky asked. Fuck, he couldn’t even pretend he wasn’t there.

“Oh, Warriors is here?” Colin asked, he head perking up from where he was looking at the eggs in the basket. “Dad was worried about him since he didn’t come by the village after the goat escaped and the cat attacked him.”

It took considerable effort to brace himself and make sure that panic on the inside didn’t show on the outside as he settled down beside Sky. Colin really was a smart kid and in another other circumstance, Warriors would nurture that, but right now it really worked against him that Colin was perceptive.

“Oh, he hasn’t been feeling that well lately, so he’s been staying in most of the time,” Wild said with a shrug, acting completely casually. He heard Sky sigh in relief. Thanks, Sky. Real casual. “How are you feeling today, Wars?”

“Better,” he answered as Wild then jumped into explaining his steps. Warriors didn’t really participate in the lesson, preferring to just watch from afar as Sky and Colin followed along. He inserted himself in the conversation when appropriate but he was more focused on what he discovered the night before and trying to keep his hunger under control. Wild made the first cake and then guided them through the second, and within a couple of hours, Colin left after eating a slice of his own cake.

Warriors hated how relieved he felt when the boy finally left.

“You alright? You don’t seem to be in the best mood. I don’t think Colin noticed but I like think we know you a bit better,” Sky said as he put some dishes into a basin for washing later. With the cakes done, Wild was already planning on dinner if the mumbling under his breath as he studied his slate was any indication.

“I overdid it last night and now I’m pretty hungry. Wild, I don’t suppose you have any blood?” Usually, he would go hunting for his blood to keep his skills sharp for when he didn’t have Wild’s slate or happy volunteers but the only monsters he saw last night were the ones in the fog. He wasn’t even sure there was anything to drink from a gibdo. The darknuts were probably infected and infected blood was nasty. They weren’t an option.

Wild barely looked over the slate but nonetheless, he produced a bottle and held it out for Warriors to grab. Warriors licked his lips, let his fangs drop, and took the bottle with more force than he meant but he waited hours for it and he wasn’t waiting a second longer. He popped the top off and poured half of it into his mouth to sooth his aching throat. It was better than cold water on a hot day. He let out a contented sigh before he could stop himself.

“Last night? What were you doing last night?” Sky asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Later. I’m not explaining more than once,” he mumbled as he gulped down some more blood. Now that his throat didn’t ache, he could actually take the opportunity to enjoy the flavour. It wasn’t monster blood so he definitely had to savour it while he could. Maybe it was the blood from something Wild hunted? He hoped it wasn’t from a person.

Sky and Wild exchanged a look. He understood their concern but everybody had to be there so they that could try to come up with a plan.

It took another hour or so before the rest of the Links filtered inside. For some reason, Time was drenched in water and as much as Warriors wanted the story behind that, he had to be the one to remind them that they all have a job to do. Legend immediately went from an easy smile when he first walked into the door to a confused frown when their eyes met.

“Did something happen?”

“Hey, why is the lantern already half empty?” Twilight asked as he unhooked it from its place and glared it like it decided to empty itself.

“I borrowed it last night. I can see pretty well in the dark with my powers but I still need at least a little bit of light and the cave was too dark.”

All of their eyes were on him.

“I hate to say it but we’ve been in Ordon for too long. If we stay here, it’ll only a matter time before we get ambushed and the village will be danger. I don’t want to have that fight anywhere on this side of the bridge so I decided to do a patrol last night.”

“And let me guess... you found something,” Legend muttered.

“Gibdos and darknuts in some weird purple fog. There’s at least a dozen or so gibdos, I didn’t get a good count on the darknuts. Oh, and the gibdos have swords too, in case your gibdos don’t.”

“Oh those ones,” Time mumbled with a grimace.

“You said purple fog? Great,” Twilight mumbled as he started to refill his lantern with oil. “It’ll make you dizzy at first and if you don’t retreat, you’ll pass out. We probably have enough long ranged weapons to take them out without going into it. It’s going to be tricky with the darknuts in there though.”

“Is there anyway around the fog? Or a safe way through it?” Wind asked, tilting his head.

“Mostly just above it. Fire works temporarily but it doesn’t last long.”

“I saw the giant stump in the middle of the fog and that’ll give us another angle. I can take some of you up there but just in case, those who go up there should be also be able to get themselves down safely on their own,” Warriors offered.

Time nodded along. “Wild would be a good candidate.”

“I have a korok leaf that lets me soar,” Wind offered.

Warriors nodded. Both of them would be easy for him to take up there.

“We should have enough room by the dock for the rest of us to shoot into the crowd then. I really don’t like that this might be our only option against the darknuts though. There isn’t exactly a lot of room outside of the fog. This will be tough,” Twilight said with a deep sigh.

Hyrule nodded. “And that’s assuming they haven’t moved since Warriors last saw them. We better leave soon and make sure they don’t get to the village.”

Warriors nodded. They really should leave soon. However, he couldn’t help but think of what more he could do. Wild and Wind were going to be situated above on the stump while everybody else would be at the dock. Maybe... he could fight inside the fog. Maybe the fog wouldn’t affect him the same way. Maybe he could tie his scarf around his mouth and nose to protect himself from the fog so he could weaken their enemies enough that arrows are a viable option.

And... there was one thing he never actually tried before since he never wanted to acknowledge his vampirism.

“What’s on your mind? You have your thinking face on,” Time said with a smirk.

“I want to try to fight in the fog and combine my vampire powers with focus spirit.”

The smirk from Time’s face fell. “Both of those are exhausting to you on their own. If you pass out in the fog, we might not be able to get you out.”

“You guys have hookshots. It wouldn’t be the most serious injury I received,” Warriors mumbled, rolling his eyes. “But in all seriousness, I’ll do my best to get out of the fog before I pass out.”

“Hang on, go back to the first thing,” Legend said, using his finger to draw a circle in the air. “What is focus spirit? You never mentioned it before.”

“It improves my muscles and it helps me tune out anything that isn’t related to battle. It makes me stronger and faster and that’s without tapping into my vampire powers. I’ve never tried both at the same time. If it works though, I can weaken or outright kill a bunch of them.”

Sky raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that this is the best time to try it out?”

Warriors shrugged. He really wasn’t sure if a tricky battle was the best time but they needed some sort of edge against the darknuts and if it worked well enough, then they had another option against whatever the shadow threw at them. Battles were always risky, even the ones that seemed simple and straight forward, and trying different ways to use his powers was a risk he was willing to take.

Nobody else had questions for him, so they all started preparing themselves for battle. Warriors made sure to redo his scarf so it was tight around his face and pinned it in place, ignoring the strange looks he got from everybody else. Once they were done, he and Twilight led them through the cave and out to the dock and fog.

A low groan met them.

“Oh good, they’re still here,” Hyrule said out loud. “Well, good for everybody else anyway.”

“Let’s review before they get here. Most of us will stay here and shoot anything coming towards us,” Time said, pointing at the ground they were standing one. “Warriors will take Wind and Wild above the fog and then he’ll fight within it.”

Everybody nodded. As Warriors followed the same path he did the night before up to the large stump in the middle with Wild on his back, Legend fired the first shot into the fog. The gibdo screamed and Warriors hissed in pain as the screech pierced his sensitive ears. He didn’t have the available hands to cover his ears though, so he kept going until Wild was in position. He tried his best to be quick once he made the second trip up with Wind.

The two took up positions on opposite sides of the stump. He watched them for a moment, taking a deep breath as he did so, then turned away from them, staring down at the ground and the figures shuffling towards the dock. Warriors wasn’t really good at magic. It was actually easier for him to find the power to summon his vampire powers these days than it was to call upon the power that let him use his focus spirit. Nonetheless, he focused on pulling that magic from within. It took him a few seconds to feel it and once he did, he could feel his muscles tingle in excitement.

Warriors jumped down. Thankfully, he didn’t feel any negative effects from the fog, though he didn’t know if that was because of the scarf, because of his vampirism, or because of his focus spirit or some weird combination of those. Either way, it didn’t matter. He had a job to do.

He jumped from his crouched position and practically flew into the fray, his sword slicing into a gibdo’s back. It felt like time slowed down, all while Warriors was moving at a pace that felt completely normal to him. He knew it wasn't normal – he was probably at a speed that true vampires could run, or even a tad faster. Just to think he never thought to combine his vampire powers with focus spirit before!

He was easily able to duck under a slow moving sword to sink his blade into the gap between a darknut's helmet and chest plate. He pulled out his blade and stepped around the darknut to slice the head off a gibdo before it could scream. He didn't wait to see if the darknut was dead, instead trusting his allies to kill it with whatever ranged weapons they had.

It had been some time since his blade so could effortlessly cut through so many enemies. It almost reminded him of home, where he could kill a few bokoblins in a single sweep of his blade. Almost. The fact that these monsters were infected made him doubt that he was actually killing all of them but the point of using his magic wasn’t to kill, though that was a bonus if he managed it. It was to inflict as much damage as possible, to make whatever remained easy picking for everybody else who couldn’t fight in the fog like he could.

He swung his sword at anything that moved in his peripherals. He no longer cared what it was – if it moved, it was getting sliced down.

Unfortunately for Warriors, his magic was always quick to run out since it was continuously running through all of his muscles. He didn’t think to take any magic potions with him so he sprinted to the middle of a group of redeads and swung his sword for one more devastating spin attack, letting the last of his magic flow off the edge of his blade.

The exhaustion hit him immediately. His sword was suddenly too heavy and his legs trembled as he turned and ran out of the fog. The fog wasn’t completely clear of monsters but Warriors was sure that he wasn’t any shape to deal with them. Focus spirit was exhausting enough on its own, though never so exhausting that he had to retreat from battle due to the effects.

But when combined with the extraordinary speed and strength that his vampirsim granted him?

He wasn’t surprised when his legs gave out once he made out of the fog and his entire body hit the dirt. He heard a shout of alarm and just a moment later, somebody was beside him.

“Warriors! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine! Just tired,” he hissed. “Focus on the battle.”

“Right.” Whoever was at his side left. He felt bad for snapping but he was fine. He could hear something exploding, so he assumed that somebody set off a bomb arrow. Ugh, he hoped he did enough because he was useless now. Until he had more blood and a good nap, he wasn’t fit to even get back to Twilight’s treehouse.

Suddenly, somebody was pushing him up again. Sky. The knight turned him so that Warriors chest was against his own. He loosened his skycloth slightly, exposing more of his neck. He tried to look away.

“Battle’s almost over. Have a drink.”

His neck. Why his neck? Warriors always wanted to see what it was like but he wasn’t sure he could trust himself.

“I’ll let you know when I’m dizzy. Trust me.”

Warriors did trust him. Before he could talk himself out of it, he positioned himself and sank his fangs into Sky’s neck. His blood was warmer and it filled his mouth quicker. He pushed his fangs in deeper and happily drank until he felt somebody tugging and twisting one of his ears. He withdrew his fangs and hissed, and that was when he finally realized what he was actually doing. Blood was already pooling out of the two holes he left in Sky’s neck, which Sky was quick to cover with his hands.

“Sky...”

He was getting tired.

“I’m fine. Get some rest.”

Warriors wanted to stay awake to see the end of the battle but his body apparently had different ideas. He laid his head down on his shoulders and let himself drift.

× × × × × × × × × × × ×

When Warriors came to, his fangs were buried in... something. For a moment, he just stayed where he was, fangs clasped around whatever it was in his mouth. Then, whatever it was moved and Warriors retracted his fangs.

It was an arm. He just bit somebody!

“What the-”

“Sky, good thinking! I barely felt them,” Wild said as he began to remove something from his forearms. Sky’s bracers, if Warriors had to guess.

“They are made for sharp talons, so they’re thick enough for his fangs,” Sky answered happily. He took one of his hands and waved it in front of his Warriors’ face. “You awake, Wars?”

“Stop that! And why did you wake me up by sticking your arm in my mouth?”

“I didn’t stick my arm in your mouth! You just don’t wake up well. I figured you might bite if we tried to wake you so I came prepared,” Wild answered, then the smile fell off his face. “We were getting worried though. You were asleep for two days straight with no sign of waking up. I put blood under your nose, we tried shaking you, it didn’t matter how loud we got... only thing that end up working was touching your face a lot.”

Oh. He could see why they were worried. He never slept for that long – sure he, was unconscious for that long, but never asleep for that long. Somebody was usually able to rouse him one way or another in a span of a day. Usually, he got up on his own. Did he truly exhaust himself that much? He had blood before he fell asleep too. How much worse would it have been if he didn’t?

“Is everybody okay?”

Sky and Wild shared a look. “We’re all fine. I was only dizzy for a day or so and nobody got hurt during the battle. You’re the only one who had to be carried back.”

“Good. That’s the only thing I care about. Especially when it comes to you, Sky. I usually have more control than that...”

Suddenly, Sky grabbed his head, planting both of his hands on either side of his face. He looked him dead in the eyes and suddenly, Warriors was reminded of the fact that despite how carefree Sky seemed, he had the same protective fury they all had. “If this is leading to you putting yourself down, I’m going to smack you. Ordon is safe and nobody was injured because you gave us an incredible advantage. You’re allow to have some extra blood for that, got it?”

“Yes sir.”

Seemingly satisfied, Sky let him go. “Good! I’m going to go make a cake to celebrate! Wild, let the others know he woke up, will you?”

Wild offered a mock salute and left.

“Can you drizzle some blood on top of my slice?”

#catreginae: thou shalt not fall #linked universe #linkeduniverse #my writing #lu warriors

[doobasgirlgg]

Hi!! Love to find a blog that do the disney villains! If it's ok, can i resquest some headcanons of maleficient, Dr facilier and hades with a Non binary S/o?? Maybe they help them to find clothes that they felt comfortable with or being there for them if somebody is disrespectful to them. Thanks! Have a nice day/night

Hades could care less if your gender is different your still his and he loves you no matter what and technically gods and goddess don’t technically have a gender and they also change it whenever they feel the need to.

Hades is very respectful of your pronoun’s because even though hades can be a douchebag sometimes he’s not a full douchebag if you catch my drift and if someone were to disrespect you well…

Hades is a god of the underworld so if anyone were to make you upset or disrespect you they’d get an early ticket to the underworld and would comfort you afterwards and say things like “babe listen to me alright that schmuck is gone he’ll never disrespect you ever again i promise anyone that hurts you you’ll never see again.”

Hades doesn’t mind helping you pick clothes sometimes he does go towards some of the more riskay clothes “babes come on try this one on just for me it’s gonna look gorgeous on you trust me I know.”

“I’m not sure I quite understand what is non-binary exactly?”

See here’s the thing about maleficent she’s a dark fae from times where kingdoms still existed so you gotta explain what pronouns are and such so she can understand better but after doing so she’ll still respect you

Maleficent would most likely curse and kill whoever disrespected you “don’t worry my sweet those wretched fools are gone let’s go back to our castle and rest and take your mind off things.”

Maleficent will get the best silks and cloth to make clothing you see best fit “oh my love you look so gorgeous in that you should wear it to dinner tonight my sweet.”

I’m afraid he’s another one that needs an explanation since back in the 1920s they didn’t have other pronouns like non-binary

After an explanation he’s understanding and still loves you so don’t worry he’s not one to judge you he loves you too much to even hurt you

“Mon Cheri I love you so much just because your non-binary doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving you I’ll love you even when we’re dead.”

If someone were even to give you a dirty look it looks like someone wants to make a deal that would most likely curse or kill them “how would you like to meet my friends on the other side.”

Dr.facilier doesn’t mind shopping with you either when you get the money sometimes he’ll pick a few that you can try on for him “mmm mon cheri you look like the evening star in that maybe me and you can go to my favorite diner to have a nice dinner together and I can have some dessert when we get home.” ;) bro got that rizz

Hope you enjoyed that one sorry for being late just finished high school going to college in October super scared but I hope you enjoyed the writing

#s/o headcanons #disney x reader #dating headcanons #disney villains #Disney #disney hades #disney maleficent #Disney dr facilier

[cultofdixon]

Anything for you, kid

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • Big brother Daryl would do anything to keep that smile on their sibling’s face. Even if it involves a bit of color • SFW/Angst • TW: Scars / Offensive Talk / Domestic Abuse / Injuries / Canon Violence [Mentioned]

Requested by: Anon

“Since when did yea become even more of a pansy?” Merle shakes Y/N’s own hand in their face indicating the nail polish. “Yea get on our asses when you came out as a fucking IT and now you’re showing your girly side again with that stupid ass paint on your nails”

“Merle. Shut the fuck up” Daryl snaps as he rises from the table in their small one bedroom apartment about to deck the eldest.

“What? What are yea gonna do huh?” Merle got up from the couch after letting go of Y/N’s wrist as their attention couldn’t help but stare at the redness. They didn’t wait another moment and ran into the bedroom that was given to them by both their brothers deciding. Or more so Daryl threatening Merle. “See! It’s hiding from the tru—-“ and without another word to escape his mouth, Daryl’s fist met his jaw as the eldest stumbled onto the floor.

“Don’t yea dare be an asshole to them or say another fucking word about what they do. Or I wouldn’t hesitate to fucking end yer life” Daryl snaps towering his brother as the two glared at one another.

The sound of the front door shutting rang through the place as Y/N hid under their desk shaking slightly. The yelling never leaves one’s mind from their time as a child and your father used words with the stinging pain of his cigarettes in your wrists. They kept in their spot when the door opened and Daryl slowly approached their curled up state.

“Don’t listen to him. Yknow he’s an idiot”

“…it just..makes me happy D.” They frown hugging themselves tighter. “My lab partner Kristen did it and I…I don’t know. It looks nice…”

Daryl brought himself to sit on the floor across from them as he held his hand out for them to extend their hand so that he can get a look.

“Didn’t take yea as a yellow person. Maybe ask this Kristen for black, or that forest green yea like” He comments. “Maybe I’ll ask June to teach me to paint yer nails. Get your own colors”

“You’d really do that…for me?”

“Of course, kid. I’d do anythin’”

________

Anything.

Daryl sat on the bench closest to where they parked the vehicles at the prison knowing his sibling is out on a run with Michonne. He obviously trusts them more than he does her but at least they’re with somebody who knows to watch the other’s back. He just wishes they didn’t go on these week long runs.

The archer perks up when he heard the gates opening and the Grimes taking care of said action. Letting the warrior on the back of the horse come through first before another motor bike came roaring through and immediately up to him.

“Yea need to slow down”

“Yeah yeah” Y/N hopped off the bike taking their helmet off revealing the head lac. Daryl instantly shot up from his seat taking their face into his hands. “Hey stop—-“

“What happened? Who hurt you? What hurt you?”

“D—-Let go” The sternness in their voice made him do such given he was being a bit too much, but the worry radiated out of him. “I went hunting one of the days we were out and my face got met with a tree branch”

Daryl in that moment tried not to laugh but at least it wasn’t a walker or a bad guy. “Why didn’t yea patch it up out there?”

“I didn’t have any bandages…”

“Y/N. I told yea to bring your first aid if you’re gonna head out with Michonne and not let me come with”

“The kids here need it more than me! At least I cleaned it while I was out there…” Y/N frowns hugging their helmet knowing they disappointed their brother but the man couldn’t be mad forever.

“Get Hershel to check it for stitches. Then see Carol about food, alright? I’ll meet yea then” Daryl told them to do exactly that while he took care of putting away their bike.

After a while Daryl found himself sitting with Carol at the outdoor grill they made while people came and went for food. He thought Y/N would’ve been out by now but as he got anxious, it grew worse when Hershel stepped out of the prison heading toward the two.

“Daryl, you’ve got a minute?”

Daryl gave Carol a worried look before getting up and leaving to talk with Hershel.

Next thing to occur was obvious. Daryl rushing into Y/N’s room, room being an old office since being locked in a prison cell didn’t sit right with the youngest dixon just like the now oldest—they managed to use one of the empty offices used for probation hearings as their resting place. He stares at their current state finding them without their long sleeve on or the button down they wear like a coat over it. Just sitting at the table in their tank top with a bandage on their forehead and their right arm wrapped. Even if he did barge in, their attention was elsewhere.

“Why did yea lie to me?”

“Lie about what?” They kept their attention elsewhere, growing frustrated at something.

“The fucking tree branch. Now yea gonna tell me what happened out there or am I gonna have to snap at yea with what Hershel told me” Daryl frowns crossing his arms getting frustrated himself when they weren’t looking at him.

“The tree branch is true. Didn’t think it’d swing back like that. As for me sliding on my bike? Walkers were in the way and got a nasty road rash. Michonne cleaned it out to avoid infection. It’s the reason we’re here a day early.” They struggled to set something down given their hands were shaking still after their crash. “Fucking hell…” they dropped what looked to be a small brush on the table spilling whatever was on it.

“Y/N yea need to be—-“

“For fucks sake Daryl! I get it. I need to be more careful but I’m just trying to lighten my mood. Not think about the itching and burning sensation happening on my arm.” Y/N frowns keeping their attention away from Daryl who couldn’t help but feel bad about raising his voice.

Daryl went around to the other side of the table dragging one of the few chairs in the room. Given Y/N didn’t really do much to make it their own except for one of the cell mattresses in the corner with their things. He brought the chair over so he could take a seat finding that what he noticed on the table was nail polish and that they were trying to paint their nails but it was difficult given their body is still trying to calm down after the crash. Hence the shaking in their hands.

“Where’d yea find this?”

“On day one. Surprised it survived my crash…” Y/N watches hold out one of his hands while the other took the brush.

Daryl started to chew on his lip while trying not to make a mess given this is his first time doing something like this. But he’d do it all again to see that smile of theirs.

“Ok. Your turn”

“What? I didn’t sign up—-“

“You yelled at me, it only seems fair”

“Stupid reasoning but only if yea stick around until it’s healed” Daryl gestures to their arm watching them nod in agreement before taking one of his hands. “At least it’s black”

“Think I raided a punk rock shrine of a house. There was a lot of Kiss stuff” Y/N laughs taking their time just to paint his nails on one hand. Not going to make him suffer having both done.

Daryl honestly didn’t mind it and didn’t care about the subtle teasing from Carol or Rick when they noticed the paint job. He simply enjoyed the moment with his sibling and wouldn’t mind it happening again just to see them smile in a whole world of hurt.

Even after Terminus…or more so after the return of the Governor and the separation from everyone he loves, Daryl thought back to that moment as the paint started to chip and when most of the group reunited…he started to get mad that the paint was almost gone and Y/N still hasn’t shown up…he was losing everything.

Until this stranger brought the group to a gated community…of course, Daryl being who is always is, he didn’t trust it. Didn’t care for it and felt awful that he got this luxury when his sibling didn’t. But when his interview with Deanna was over, he heard crying the second he stepped out of her house seeing few of the group hugging an individual he couldn’t make out who at first.

Then Rick saw the archer’s confusion grow as he carefully pulls Carl toward him, given he’s the latest to hug the one Daryl instantly dropped his crossbow because of disbelief.

“Y/N.” He calls out as they instantly cut through the group pulling their brother by the vest into their embrace.

Daryl dropped to his knees with Y/N holding them for dear life. He sobbed as he didn’t let go for what felt like hours. He lost too much, and wasn’t going to lose them either.

“Maggie told me about Beth…I’m sorry” Y/N frowns sitting across from Daryl on the porch of the place the group was given. “This world just…keeps taking”

“How’d yea get here? Where’d yea go when the fire started?”

“I honestly don’t know which direction I was going…I just ran as fast as I could and when the firing stopped, I came back. Hoping someone was left. But it was just…walkers. Corpses.” They drew their attention to their nails and picked at the polish they refused to remove since Daryl did it. “Then I was tracking something…lost my hatchet and ended up running past walkers until my legs gave out from how exhausted I was. And the guy that found y’all, Aaron?…his partner Eric found me passed out in an abandoned convenient store. And I woke up here..”

“…Were you tracking one of us and lost the trail?”

“From the looks of it. Y’all scattered before reuniting. Too many things to look for and no offense to the others but I just wanted to find my brother…” They cross their arms keeping their gaze glued to the wooden flooring as tears started to blur their vision. “We separated from Merle and lost him…I didn’t want to lose you too…”

“I promise yea. I ain’t leavin’ any time soon…not without you” Daryl gently wipes away the tears that spilled. “I promised yea when we were kids. I ain’t breaking that any time soon”

“Good! Cuz who else am I gonna torture with painting my nails?”

Daryl rolls his eyes smiling as he brought them into another hug taking it all in. If they kept them safe here…maybe he can bend a little.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

[stumacherstan]

Book!Carrie with a gn!reader please? The premise is that Carrie is feeling self conscious about her weight, sweat, stench, acne, body in general, and the reader helps her feel good about it

a/n: IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH!!! I FUCKING LOVE BOOK CARRIE <333 also for this to be possible carrie is alive. everyone survived the massacre as a technicality malfunction and whatnot. or set in an AU where her mother isn’t her over religiousmother,,, but whatever !

book!Carrie White x gn!Reader

Carrie shifted her legs as she looked at her hopeful partner. Unsure of what to say about a sleepover. Doesn’t that lead to things? Partners shouldn’t sleepover without being married. Even then, if it leads to that. How embarrassing. She’s not even,,

“Hey, earth to Carrie!”

Carrie blinked like a doe caught in lights and sheepishly mumbled a sorry. Her little chubby fingers toying with her mousy greasy blonde hair. Making her feel yet again, disgusting and unworthy.

“You’re leaving me again. Do you not want to spend the night? We won’t do anything you don’t want to do! We’ll watch movies and we’ll play some stupid games. Whatever you wanna do. You don’t even have to spend the night at all. We can bake and eat our hearts out and…” As you babbled on about things to do with her. She felt horrible guilt. She should say something.

“(Y/N)!” Her weak nervous voice shut you up and your focus was on her once again. “I-i’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to! It’s just,” Carrie trailed off. She didn’t know what to say. Isn’t this something that happens to pretty girls? She didn’t actually take you serious when you asked her out.

Carrie wasn’t expecting a sweet gentle being that played with her gross hair during classes together. She wasn’t expecting sweet little notes in her lockers. She gets mean things and everyone’s so mean to her! Except for you.

You waited patiently for a reply. She was stuck in her train of thoughts again. You were use to this. Carrie was a pretty insecure girl. You could tell, everyone could. You thought she was pretty. She makes herself try to seek small and you want to make her feel comfortable in her skin. She was very much beautiful to you.

“It’s just that I’m me? What if people find out and start bullying you too?” Carrie finally spoke out, looking at you with nerves and fear in her eyes.

“So?” You rolled your eyes. “i don’t care about them. You do, and that’s okay. One day you won’t. But today and every other day, just like yesterday, I don’t care about them.” You took her hands in yours and smiled, “Like I said, you don’t have to spend the night.”

“Okay. I’ll come over tonight.”

Around 6:30 PM (how to do timeskips?):

Your parent was waiting at the door with you. “Go away.”

“No.”

“You’re going to embarrass me.”

“I want to meet her!”

“You’re going to make her nervous!”

knock….

You waited three seconds before opening the door to not make it seem desperate. “Hey gorgeous,” a cheesy smile on your face before your eyes widened. “Uh my (whatever legal guardian you got) is here. They just want to meet you.”

You took her hand in yours, they were a little sweaty, and walked her inside. You knew it was just nerves since she was shaking a little.

“This is Carrie, don’t be weird.”

“I can’t believe I raised you. Anyway! Nice to meet youuu Carrieee, any snacks you want are yours. Drinks are in the fridge as always. If you need anything or a ride a home, just yell for me.” Your parent turned to you. “See. I wasn’t weird.” They walked off.

You sighed deeply and walked Carrie to your room. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad they liked me.”

“They’re just happy I have somebody who likes me.”

There was an awkward pause.

“Or maybe I’m moving too fast?”

“No! I do like you. I just don’t know why you like me? I’m not all that pretty.”

“Carrie! You are absolutely beautiful to me.” You looked at her and smiled.

Carrie had tried in the two hours she was given before she came over. She used the fancy hair products she wasn’t allowed to use for once since everything. Carrie made sure to try and smell clean as well and uses scented lotion. Wasn’t this a special occasion?

A night with her partner that’s possibly leading to a sleepover. She didn’t remember trying this hard since The Prom. She didn’t take the date seriously but still went and was horrified to see you. Carrie felt a like a messy pig that was also a sinner all at once.

Tonight she wouldn’t disappoint and tried her best. She couldn’t get rid of want she wanted to. Which is everything. Carrie knew that she could just try. To see you smile at her so adoringly, she felt like she succeeded.

“I think I will spend the night.” Carrie smiled shyly. “I feel very safe here.”

“Wonderful!” You kissed her hand as you guys sat down on bed to watch whatever movies you guys wanted to.

#i ended the ending a little weirdly #BUT I LOVE CARRIE #SHES THE LOML #my lil sweet baby girl #carrie #carrie white #carrie 1976 #carrie stephen king #carrie white x reader #slashers x reader #drabble #?

[dream-phantasm]

Leona Kingscholar x Reader: Love Letters (5)

Oops, this was supposed to be done earlier but school got in the way as usual lol

We’ll be meeting Rook soon as well as Trey again! 

Hope you enjoy!

No spoilers or warnings for now but this might change in future installments :)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 [!] | PART 6 | END

"You scared me. I almost thought you were Rook…" Ruggie shudders, jumping a little. "Uh, who's Rook?" You question him. 

"You haven't felt him yet? I think he's been watching you for most of the day. It's better for me if he targets somebody else anyway, shishi!" He gets up, dusting off his pants. "Oh, the weirdo in the…yeah, right! The letters! It was you, right?!" You accuse him.

He raises an eyebrow before a look of shock crosses his face. Ruggie bursts into another round of giggles. You glare at him, embarrassed. "It's not funny, dude! Just tell me." You huff.

"Hahaha! Ah-" You swear to the great sevens, Ruggie was clutching his stomach, wiping tears from his eyes. His reaction almost made you crack up as well. "You- You're so- Ahaha! I can't believe you…you think it's me!?" Ruggie sneers, his tail wagging slightly, "Just wait till he hears this!"

"He?!" You look at him incredulously. "So, you know who it is! Tell me!" You shake him roughly by the shoulders. 

He pushes out of your grip rather easily, much to your disappointment. "Nope, can't do that. Unless you have more than he's paying, my lips are zipped." Ruggie grins. You glare at him, it totally seems like he's teasing you. Almost everybody at this school had heard that you lived in a ramshackle dorm, therefore it was only natural to assume you have zero cents to your name as well. 

"Uh, what if I hurt you?" You wince upon hearing that come out of your mouth. You know how ridiculous you sound. 

"Shishishi, what are you going to do? You're in a bad spot, y'know." He taunts you. "Hm. If I give you a hint, will you call off your red blue duo and your cat? We can call everything forgiven, right?" This Valentines day has been torturous. It's really not that much to ask in return for information. You're sure he probably has an ulterior motive.

"Um, I can try. They don't really listen to me, and Grim's not a cat!" You scowl, wary. "If you're so sure about that. You better try real hard! Shishishi, if I tell you, maybe he'll start treating me better." He giggles the last part to himself. 

"Right! You've met him before. Pay attention to his face, he's exceptionally handsome and has green eyes." Ruggie tells you, you nod frantically along. 

You only knew about two people with green eyes at NRC that you had talked to. That would be Cater and some random first year who had matching green hair. You really doubted it was Cater and you hadn't talked to that other guy enough to warrant gifts and love letters. 

He also seemed to dislike you, for whatever reason. 

"I gotta go before that Rook finds me. Cya, shishishi!" He picks a handful of dandelions and runs off before you can even get a word in. "T-Thank you?!" You shout after him. "You and him owe me one now!" Ruggie cheerfully waves with his free hand. Then, he's just gone. 

In the distance, you see a red and blue blur approaching. 

"[Name]...stop…running off everywhere!" Ace yells as he sharply inhales, "I don't understand this crazy track-head." 

"Track-head, really? Track is a great sport to build endurance!" Deuce is a little out of breath but otherwise seems to be in better shape than Ace. "[Name]! You were so fast! Are you sure you don't want to join Track?" He turns to you excitedly. 

"Henchman! My legs are all wobbly, I'm so tired dazo!" Grim promptly falls on your feet. You pick him up with a sigh, "I can't, I'm already in the taking-care-of-Grim club."

"Are you sure that isn't a full-time job?" Ace snorts. "Nope, that's why I'm handing him off to you guys after school. Grim-sitting is on you guys in the afternoon." You smile. 

"Why can't I come with, henchman dazo?" Grim whines. "Because I'll be studying and doing boring things. It'll be more fun with ADeuce." You gently convince him. "ADeuce? You better not make that a thing." Ace huffs. "Ever since Cater called us that…I don't want to be associated with him." Deuce shudders. 

"You think I want to be associated with you? Please, you're not very good at making jokes."

"These two…" You and Grim share a look. "Class is probably starting soon, we should get going." You hope to distract them from chasing down that beastman.

 "Yeah, we'll avenge that lost deluxe menchi katsu sandwich dazo!" Grim exclaims. "Maybe you should focus on class more." A lying hypocrite you were. It was a miracle the two of you got the marks you did. Under your collaborative effort as a singular student, you both pass with decent grades. 

"Considering you two barely keep up, it's crazy you two haven't failed yet." Ace snickers. "Don't worry! If we work hard enough, we'll become honor students!" Deuce smiles, a look of determination on his face. You can't deny him. 

"I'll become the greatest magician dazo!" 

"Oh yeah, by the way, I got a hint bout my uh…admirer." You tell them as you all walk back. "Was it that — what did Cater call him again? — guy then?" Deuce curiously asks. "No, I don't think so. Ruggie told me he's attractive with green eyes and that we've met before." You explain.

"Wow, that narrows it down by a lot."

"Shut it, Ace. It's not my fault almost all of the students here are attractive."

"Green eyes…You don't think it's Cater, is it?!" Deuce gasps. "No way! Since that Ruggie guy seemed familiar with him, I assumed the…admirer…would be a Savanaclaw member." You suggest. "What, so you wanna go around Savanaclaw, looking into people's eyes?" Ace questions, clearly doubtful. 

You hadn't planned this far. "Uh…maybe?" You shrug. "And if it's some random Savanaclaw member, what'll you do about it, huh?" You hate to admit that Ace is making valid points.

"There's someone else who we could ask about this." You snap, a light bulb going off in your head, "Do you guys know a guy named Rook?"

Deuce's eyes widen in realization.

"Ah, I think I heard Trey talk about someone named that before!"

Your next lead would be the mystery stalker, Rook.

Ao3: HERE

If you see it posted anywhere or by anyone else, it's not me.

#twisted wonderland #leona kingsholar x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #ace trappola #deuce spade #ruggie bucchi #gender neutral reader #love letters #valentines day #valentines #fluff #not beta read #i'm not getting better at tagging

[junhanndee]

on stage. goo gunil

~ warnings : smut, angst (with good ending), y/n is afab, mentions of y/n being insecure, impreg, and fluff (pls lmk if i missed anything!)

(this is my first fic pls bear with me there might be some spelling errors or maybe choppy writing but LOL with time, i’ll get there!!)

- dating an idol is never easy. from the fanservice to the crazed fans, it was a hard thing to balance. nothing had ever really set you off until gunil decided it would be a great idea to let a fan come and play the drums during a fan meet.

you sat there, watching as the fan came on stage. her perfect hair, her perfect face, even the perfectly ironed clothing she had on. the first thought you wanted to have was , ‘oh ! this is nice! this will probably make her day’ until gunil signals for her to play on his drums.

it wasn’t until she started playing a little too well that you began to feel that feeling of annoyance and jealousy run over you. all you could see is memories of you two tied to that drum set. in that moment, seeing somebody else playing on his drums seemed almost like something was being shared that was special to you.

as she steps off the stage you can’t help but let all of your insecurities take over the best of you.

the show finally comes to an end and the lucky fan made her way home. she was probably giggling and telling all their friends about ‘how gunil admired her playing the drums’ or whatever little fantasy she was living in. quite frankly you didn’t care or, didn’t want to care.

when you hear the boys begin their way down the hall to the dressing room you fill with even much more annoyance and even sadness that it’s everything in you to not just run out crying like the child you wanted to be.

walking through the door, nothing could have made you any more upset until gunil doesn’t even say hello.

“did you see how good she was at the drums? i mean, wow she could have even replaced me” gunil says while laughing as the other members try to nod and agree but they can’t help to notice the cloud brewing over your head.

as your mind continued to wander and gunil went on and on you began to mumble under your breath.

“yeah” you said with a huff “i bet she just plays soooo fucking good” you said

“woah y/n…… what’s up with you?” jooyeon said sitting down next to you. he meant it lightheartedly, but you couldn’t help the anger that began to take over you.

“well maybe since somebody plays the drums so well you should go give her a little drum lesson just like you do with me!” you said with tears beginning to fall down your red cheeks.

“y/n what’s wrong…..? It was nothing like-“ gunil begins to say but you cut him off.

“i’m going home.” you said in a stern tone.

after grabbing your belongings while hearing a couple of ‘y/n he didn’t mean it like that!’ or ‘y/n it’s okay don’t worry!’ from gaon you made your way towards the door. the members went silent and you slammed the dressing room door shut. you were so pissed that you didn’t even hear a snarky gaon say “you fucked up hyung…” and quite frankly you’re glad you didn’t.

the uber you called to go home was painfully silent and almost felt like the first day of winter. so out of place and cold after all the warmth the past had brought you.

so many thoughts were just eating at you and your overthinking brain.

once you arrive back to the dorms the only thing you wanted to do was to lay down and try to sleep whatever rage was still left in you. that didn’t last for about 10 minutes once you heard the door open.

seemingly enough, it was quiet. the boys had went to eat and gunil was the only one who thought it would be best to come home.

you hear the bedroom door open hoping and praying that he wouldn’t hear your sniffles from something stupid, really.

“y/n, why are you crying?” Gunil says as he sits down next to you on the bed. His voice being laced with concern.

“i don’t wanna talk.” you said as your voice cracked.

in all honesty you wanted nothing but this insecurity and loneliness to go away. in that moment, he was the only person that could fix that.

“look, I don’t understand why you’re so upset? It was nothing but fanservice and you know that’s how things are my love!” gunil said while trying to hide the frustration in his voice.

to him, no matter who he met or saw, you were always the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. gunil swears you are an angel and reminds you that every single day. every single morning he wants nothing but to wake up next to you and see you in every moment. even moments like these.

after all those thoughts cross his mind he grabs your shoulders and turns you around to see your tear stained face and can’t help but almost be annoyed that you could cry over something like this.

you know that he loves you and only you but sometimes, you let it get the best of you.

“you know i love you more than anybody right y/n? do I need to remind you who I belong to?” he says with almost a desperate tone. desperate to get those tears off of your face and see nothing but you smile.

with that, his actions speak louder than his words at the point when he rips his hoodie off of you and begins slowly, but surely, leaving marks all over your neck and onto your chest.

“just love you so much” he mumbles into your neck as his hand slides down to your underwear.

a choked moan was all you could get out as so much stress and tension began to leave your body.

gunil made it his number one mission to look into your eyes and tell you how much he loves you through the skill of his fingers. the slow drags of his fingers on your clit and his lips on yours was almost like heaven.

two orgasms and many many hickies later you suddenly felt the weight shift as gunil made his way down your body.

“gonna make my baby feel so good, isn’t that right? all mine.” he mutters as his slides your underwear off of you and tosses them somewhere in the room.

nothing could ever compare to this feeling. gunils pink plump lips wrapped around your clit with the thrusts of his fingers sending you to a new high.

“gonna cum please please gun-“

“cum for me love please” he says with a whine and an increase of speed with his fingers inside of you.

as you cum, your brain goes blank. All you see is gunil in between your legs and his insanely fucked out face.

he comes back up to your face to give you a long kiss as you taste yourself on him.

“can you… please? Inside me?” You said not being able to form a coherent sentence.

he chuckles and pulls his boxers down allowing his ridiculously hard cock to spring onto his stomach at his v line. that was a sight if anything.

“ready my love?” he says and after some frantic nods he finally slides in.

nothing compares to the first time you feel him entering you, slow but warm.

as time passes you’ve reached your fourth orgasm and you can tell he’s at the brink of cumming.

“love I think i’m gonna-“ he begins to say but before he can say another word you lock your legs around his waist in hopes he would fill you full. make you feel like his even more.

“do you want me to? inside?” he grunts out.

“please, need you” you mutter nearing your fifth orgasm of the night.

one small whimper and a snap of his hips and he’s filling you fuller than you’ve ever been before.

as he pulls out and watches the cum drip from your pussy, he sighs. almost a moan but more of a love hmm than anything.

“i love you so much y/n, you know that right” he says while laying behind you, bringing you closer to him.

“hmm idk….. I think you might need to show me more…” you say while giggling

“you’re gonna be the death of me my love” he says while turning you back around to face him.

you knew he was yours and you were his, it just took him showing you for you to truly understand.

#xdinaryheroesimagine #xdinaryheroes #xdinaryheroessmut #xdinaryheroesfluff #xdinaryheroesangst #goo gunil #gunil #jooyeon #jungsu #junhan #ode #gaon #gunil imagine

[bb-eilish]

Hey I read all your (becoz I couldn't stop myself after I started) .... So I wanted to request a fred angst (which has like extremely heavy angst, cuz I'm ready to cry) but happy ending I guess and something in the lines of them both hating eachother to realising that they are soulmates.... Don't have to do if you feel pressured tho... I know it sounds weird I'm sorry 😭😭😭😭

Oh my god i can relate so hard

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

warnings: Heartbreak, mild cursing, kissing.

Today was awful, truly the worst day you’ve had in a long time. You failed one of the biggest tests, your mother sent you a howler about it as well. The embarrassment still fresh in your mind as you remember how everybody heard how badly you failed.

All you wanted to do was go to Fred’s dorm and cry, he always made your day better. You’ve never met someone you’ve connected with this much, he’s like your other half.

You drag your feet to his door and stop in your tracks once you hear him talking to somebody, probably George.

“We have to be quick, George. She’ll be here soon”

“Why are you running from her? Shouldn’t you tell her what’s going on?”

“You don’t understand, I can’t look her in the eyes and tell her i’m leaving for good. That’s why I wrote her a letter”

Your breath hitches and a knot grows in your throat, tears rushing to your eyes. You can’t seem to move as you hear footsteps getting closer to the door.

The door opens and your glassy eyes meet stressed ones, “Y/n-“

“You’re leaving? And you weren’t even going to tell me in person?” The hurt evident in your voice, tears freely running down your face.

“Y/n, I…” His eyes look everywhere but yours, the fact that he can’t even explain himself causes you to clench your fists in anger.

“Well fine, if I’m not even that important then go. I thought cared about me but I guess I was wrong. I’ll make it easy for you, we’re over” You wanted to hit him, do anything that made him hurt the way you did but decided against it.

Before he can say anything you’re basically running away, muttering a, “have a nice life”.

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The next week was awful, you’ve never been more depressed in your life, your friends have done everything they can to help you. You appreciate their kindness but it’s in vain, you’re not sure what to do with yourself. Whenever you were upset you’d go to Fred and he’d make everything better, the thought only makes you feel worse.

You loved him so much and he couldn’t even tell you to your face that he was leaving, you gave him all of you. He ripped your heart out yet all you wanted was to see him again, missing him more than ever. You wondered what he was up to, wondering if he’s missing you too or if he found someone else.

_______________

You’ve graduated Hogwarts a few years ago, getting your dream job as an auror. You’ve healed from what had happened with you and Fred but you still think about him every now and then. And every time it drifts into your mind you’re angry just like the day he left.

After him you didn’t date anybody, afraid that they might leave you too. Or maybe it was that you had hope you’d meet him again. You denied the latter over and over and over again.

You shake your head from the thought and check your to do list for today, the last thing on there was going to the bank. You usually do things online but you’re having internet issues and you need to cash a check.

Walking into diagon ally a smile instantly stretches across your face, the first years around you frantically looking for different items.

You notice a new shop, peering in the window you see that it’s packed. Hundreds of students having a field day in there, you decide you can cash your check after you see what the big deal is.

Stepping inside you see thousands of toys, all of them seemingly meant for pranks. No wonder this is popular, whoever is running this is probably loaded.

You walk in some more and can’t help but to think of the Weasley twins, they would love this place. You clench your fists at the thought.

Eyeing a pygmy puff, you put a finger in the cage to pet it, the little ball of fluff snuggling up to you.

“Ah I see one of the pygmy puffs has caught your eye, they are quite cute arent they?” A voice chuckles from behind you, instead of the warm smile you’d usually adorn, a look of shock consumes your face.

No wonder this place seemed so familiar, you take a shuddered breath before turning around, “Are you alright Mis-“ His voice dies in his throat as you turn around fully.

“Y-y/n” He mutters, eyes huge.

“Fred” The anger settles in your voice, soon your face as well.

“Can I talk to you in private?” He asks, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.

You nod before you can think it through, he grabs your hand and pulls you through the crowd to an office looking room. The feeling of his hand on yours makes a knot start to grow in your throat.

He shuts the door behind you, “what do you want” you sneer.

“Can you please just let me explain myself” He asks, voice clearly annoyed.

“What is there to explain? You didn’t care about me enough to tell me you’re leaving in person” You coldly spit.

“I did care about you, I couldn’t possibly look you in the eyes and tell you I was leaving. It was unbelievably hard”

“Do you know what I went through when you left? I wasn’t myself at all, I couldn’t function without you. You were always there for me when I was sad so I didn’t know what to do with myself with you gone. I gave you my all and all you could do was give me some lousy letter” Your voice raising at the end, angry tears spilling out of your eyes.

“Do you think it was a cake walk for me? I have never stopped blaming myself. I always think about you and how much I fucked up” He yells back, a scowl sitting on his features.

You chuckle dryly and confess, “The worst part about it is that every day since then all I wanted was to see you again. I’ve never gotten over you even after what you did” You avoid his prying eyes while wiping away stray tears.

“You still think about me?” His voice much softer than before, he walks closer to you and grabs your jaw lightly.

“I’ve never stopped thinking of you either, y/n. I’m so sorry for what I did” His teary eyes held your wide ones, his confession stunning you.

“I missed you” you sniffled as you wrap your arms around him, your makeup is totally ruined but your heart feels better now now that you have closure.

“I missed you too, darling” The nickname making you cry more, you’ve missed everything about him. The way he made you feel especially, you pull your head away from his shoulder and peer into his teary eyes. Closing the gap between you, kissing him after all these years made you unbelievably giddy.

Nothing else mattered in the moment, he kissed you harder and only pulled away to catch his breath. Reconnecting the kiss, this time you pull away, “please don’t leave again” you whispered sorrowfully.

“I’ll never leave you again, darling. I love you” You blushed like a teenager, a loving smile etched on your face.

He smiled at you too, making your heart leap. “I love you too, Freddie” He connects your lips once more, a few moments later you pull away again to chuckle, “I have to cash in a check before the bank closes” He rolls his eyes playfully and kisses you on the cheek.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred wesley smut #fred weasley fluff #harry potter x reader

[fluffybutt-7]

Hey fluff do you have advice on dating when having a um preferance like this? Im really bad at getting to know new people and im horrid at small talk unless it is something I am interested in. I tried grommr but had the experience of people wanting hook ups and or i would just get cold feet. Im almost 30 now and I realize how short life is and how much i want to at least try out being a feeder/mutal gainer with somebody, but its hard to get somewhere due to being in a bad location and not feeling really connected/ having friends in the gainer/encourgement space. It being kind of "taboo" to most people also kind of stresses me out. How did you get over your fear of being a gainer etc?

Hey there!

Sooo I’ve been trying to think of how to answer this. I think I’ll do it in two parts, one about dating and one in general.

When it comes to dating, I feel that it’s best to just be upfront about it IF it is something you feel safe doing. Wild things can happen, you never really know who you’re talking to when just meeting someone. So there’s a lot of nuance to the “just be upfront about it.” I often wait until I feel there could be a genuine chance with the person to bring it up (assuming they’re not part of the community), and even then I try to be careful with it. People can have all kinds of assumptions about this kink, so I always try to approach it while making the other person feel like they can ask questions about it and genuinely have a conversation about it. Sometimes I’ll kinda tease the idea before that point, it just depends on the vibe I’m getting from the person. But a well placed and ethical feedist comment can sometimes give insight into how the person would feel or possibly already feels about the kink. And honestly? More people are into it or at least open to it than I would expect. Be safe, and be clear in your communication when you feel that it is time to tell them. That’s how I approach it at least, I am certainly not the end-all-be-all and if anyone has something they would like to add, leave a comment so we can all learn how to navigate dating with this fetish/kink better. 🥰

Now - how did I get over my fear of being a gainer? That’s a pretty solid question. The answer I have may not be wholly relatable, but it’s the one that I think will convey my feelings best. I think it’s similar to when I came out as gay. I grew up in a verrry small, verrry conservative Midwest town, and I was the only out gay kid in my high school when I came out. It was fucking terrifying, but for once……. I was me. And holy FUCK I was happy. I felt untouchable, because at last there were no more secrets, no reason to hide. It didn’t matter if someone said shit, because I knew who the fuck I was and I knew I fought for my own happiness. I also knew that the people who really loved and cared for me would have my back, and they did. Well, most of them. But I guess those were the ones who didn’t really care, weren’t they? At the end of the day, we deserve to fight for our own happiness, whatever it is (as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else or yourself, etc. I don’t wanna miss the nuance to that statement), and the people in our life who are really our people, the ones who will love us and accept us and celebrate us, will support us (see above parentheses) and have our back.

I also very much understand the struggle of being in a bad location and not feeling connected - I think maybe that’s one of the reasons I made this blog, so that those of us who feel isolated in this community can start to feel like… a community. You can certainly count me as a friend. ☺️ I hope somehow this helped, and I apologize for rambling a bit lmao. Feel free to message anytime! I may not respond right away but I always try to respond to my messages here. Hope you have a good night. :)

#fluffybutt-7 #fluffstuff #askthefluff #gay gainer #male weight gain

[toiletwipes]

SHOTGUNNING/THIEF • DAY FOUR OF KINKTOBER

Summary: Listen, walking home after a long shift at work and then getting scolded is not a fun time. So is it wrong of you to fuck somebody who broke into your house?

Word Count: ~1.2k words

Character: Dream

Warning: I do not condone robbery and I definitely don't condone fucking somebody who broke into your house. Personally I would but that's a different thing entirely.

tag list: @oyakuya @ruminationnn @despicablenotions @grrrlsagainsthumanity @wolfie-doggo @boiled-onionrings @struggling-with-time @midnighthasstruck @modx-reborn @cleverjokehaha

Kinktober Masterlist

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Sighing outwardly, you continue to walk down the dark street, flashlight tucked underneath your chin as you try to manage the pile of shit in your arms, while listening to this phone call with one of your coworker’s.

“I know you’re being careful but I just think you should let me take you home, it’s a straight shot from the diner to your place,” you roll your eyes, shifting the box of stale pastries in your grasp, “and you know Jenny wants you safe as much as I do.”

Jenny is your shared boss and your coworker’s girlfriend. And Jenny could care less about you. Not that you cared about her either, but lying about these kinds of things seems pointless. “One, it’s twenty minutes away from your place, and that’s if you speed like you usually do. Two, Jenny could give less of a shit, okay? Listen, Zee, I’ve walked from and to work like this for years.”

Zee tries to protest but you shake your head, not like he could see you, “stop worrying and drive home safe, okay? I’ll call you when I get home.” And before he could argue some more, you press a button on your phone and you’re cut off from any other living person. Living on the edge of your city left you with few neighbors. You’re lucky because of that, the peace is what you’d been in need of when you moved out of your folks’ house. Peace and very little to bother you.

Though you didn’t have a car, you had legs, and with those you didn’t need anything else. You got to your job just fine. Everything is just fine.

Especially tonight.

You had a night of light reading, light eating, and heavy silence as you slept the night away. Maybe smoke that little going away present your cousin had given you before you had left your hometown.

Finding your house after ten minutes of walking, you drop your things on your porch bench, shuffling through your pockets for your keys when you accidentally lean too much forward. Hands come out to brace yourself on the door but it’s no help, the door swings open and the full moon brightens up the place, flashlight falling onto the porch.

You locked your door before you left, you know that. You know that for a fucking fact.

Getting to your feet, you dig your hand into your pocket, pulling out that pepper spray Zee had shoved into your hand before you left the diner. You had it ready. And after hearing a bump over your head, you whine inside of your head. Of course they’d be in your bedroom. Hopefully the intruder doesn’t see anything embarrassing. Going up the stairs, you avoid the creaky ones and see a small light through the sliver under your door. You swallow the spit in your mouth, rubbing your thumb over the top, steadying your hand.

You open the door with less grace than you’d have liked, but you find the fucker. And of course he fucking is. Of course the bastard inside of your house is hot. Dressed head to toe in attractive, skin-tight black clothing. Hugging his body unfairly.

And of course he’s smoking your shit.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You say and he doesn’t even react too much. His arm thrown behind the couch against the window, his eyes drag across the walls to meet your face.

“Was wondering when you’d get here, you were gone all day, you know.” And that’s when you notice the gift bag in his lap, on top of his crotch. You would have thought twice about letting your hand anywhere near there, considering fucking everything but you were looking forward to that.

“Cause I was fucking working,” you respond out of habit, and as your hand touches the mesh bag, his hand comes from the back of the couch to wrap around your wrist, fingers easily touching each other. You’re caught off guard by the touch, by the yank he does, a blow of smoke in your face and by the time you waved it away with your free hand, trying to get a word in, his face is too close for comfort. Eyes half-lidded and dark. It does you no good, feeling warm in many places too fast.

“If you let me explain, I’ll pay you back for the weed,” explain just what exactly?

Your eyes squint, nearly twitching.

“I meant to rob somebody named Vick King, know anybody like that?” The only neighbor who complained about anything in this place? The one who’s house you passed to get here?

You flatten your mouth into a line, wondering if giving someone directions to your shitty neighbor so they could rob him would be morally wrong. “Do you want a different type of payment then?” It's definitely a crime to break into your house, but the way he pulls down the collar of his shirt and tilts his head back.

“Are you- are you trying to seduce me?” You squint at him, frowning mostly to yourself how you’re not too upset at this outcome.

“Is it working?” He grins at you and drags one out of the joint, turning to you as you watched him closely. Your head is working overtime trying to process what happens next. Cause he pulls at your chin and presses his mouth against yours, moaning at the skin contact and pushing the smoke inside of your mouth.

Okay, fucking okay. You take it, not entirely there as it seems to soak inside of your skull. But you’re there when you breathe the smoke out, pushing at his shoulders and throwing a knee each side of him, straddling him.

He enjoys the way you hold his shoulders, kissing him harshly where he could feel his teeth knocking against yours and the way he could hardly think straight with you grinding down against his cock. And he doesn’t know who starts it, who pulls away and takes another inhale, but he knows you’re pulling away, watching him through the cloud and taking his breath away again.

“He lives down the road, but one, you’re paying me back for the weed,” of course, he wouldn’t have it any other way. “And you’re giving me back my vibrator.” He grins, caught.

“Of course.”

And when he’s gone in the morning, feeling sore in the best places, you find a tiny little note next to a ziploc bag. Written on the note is a little apology, and though you could hardly take that seriously, the edge of your mouth twitches. A phone number and a name.

Dream.

Of course, his name is Dream.

Looking at the baggie, you bite at your lip. At least it wasn’t a total waste, you think to yourself, reaching for your phone. Looking at your phone, you see the latest text from Zee.

Darling. Best friend. Partner in crime. Your neighbor was just robbed blind, you are not walking home anymore.

You blink and remember the vague moment he asked for directions at the end of everything. Guess he wasn’t lying about that. You’d be more concerned if Dream hadn’t scribbled the worst kissy face on the bag. He’s not something you’re too worried about.

You send a text five minutes later before you take another nap.

#ktober 22 #c: dream #k: drugs #tw: drugs #cw: drugs #eggplicit #hot hot hot #mdni

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Murder warning!

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If you found this note in a small wooden box with a heart on it, then *congratulations!* You are probably the first person to read this. I didn’t really plan on sharing this with anybody, but for some reason I think it’s exciting that somebody out there, a complete stranger, will come across this note and read my story. Someone I will never meet, sharing such a personal bond with me. I’m fascinated that either one of us could die — even as soon as tomorrow — with the other being completely clueless to the fact. To you, my entire life is within this note, and so I will live for as long as your memory can carry me. Writing this, I’m wondering if that makes you feel fascinated or violated. It’s so exciting.

I’m sorry if my story is a bit disorganized, but I’d like to get it down while it’s still fresh on my mind. First, I’ll tell you a little bit about myself. I’m a first-year college girl and have led, by most standards, a pretty unspectacular life up to this point. I grew up in an upper-middle class school district with decent teachers. I did track in middle school and some of high school, and I’ve had two boyfriends. Now, I’m studying for a career in occupational therapy, because I feel the field is undervalued and provides tremendous help to people.

I’m giving you this background because there’s this strange misconception that if you want to kill someone then you’re either sick in the head or you have anger management issues. But, it’s very apparent that I don’t fall into either of those categories. It’s true that most murder cases are in a domestic setting where someone loses control of their anger or something. But the thing is that those people kill under provocation, whether by a singular outburst or by a slow-burning series of misfortunes. Those people kill because in that brief moment, they want a specific someone, for a specific reason, to be hurt or killed.

What I’m talking about is wanting to kill someone for no specific reason, maybe just to see what it’s like. Do you ever get that? I wouldn’t know how others feel, because it’s not something I ever talked about. But I’ve been curious about what it’s like to kill someone ever since I was a child. Not killing anyone in particular, just a random person. It’s always just fascinated me that if I put my mind to it, I can approach anyone, and in five minutes they would be completely gone from this Earth.

But I’ve never done so for a couple of reasons. First of all, for most of my life it was logistically impossible for me to do it without getting caught. I only got my driver’s license a couple years ago, and even then, the preparations would take too much time, definitely stirring suspicion. It was only once I started college that I realized this was no longer an obstacle.

Another reason is that I was afraid of causing harm to too many people. You might laugh reading that, at how hypocritical it sounds. But, let me explain: Why should I feel bad about killing someone if they’re too dead to care? Who would I be feeling bad for? Contrarily, it’s the grief of the living that I’d rather not be responsible for. Because of this, I knew it would take a good deal of research before finding a suitable person to kill, and I’ve never had the means to do so — again, until I started college.

And now, having just experienced it, I’d say it was pretty satisfying in the end. Something I would try again? Probably not, since my curiosity has already been satisfied. It really wouldn’t be the same a second time.

But anyway, if by any chance you’re also curious to kill someone, then you’re welcome to take notes. :)

***

I started a hobby of people-watching soon after I entered college. People-watching is interesting to me because it’s taking one of the infinite extras in your life and turning them into a main character — without them knowing, of course. It’s so easy to forget that every single one of the hundreds of strangers you pass every day has a life story as deep and complex as your own. One thing I noticed about people-watching, and wanting to kill someone, is that you are in more constant awareness of this. When I find a person to observe, their story slowly becomes more clear to me over time, gaps being filled — it really is amazing.

I usually went to grocery stores on weekends and looked around in people’s shopping carts. If I saw something that interested me, I decided to observe the person for a little bit. Of course, since my goal was to find someone to kill, I ruled out anyone who had children or a partner with them. Wedding rings were another tell-tale sign.

So maybe once a weekend, I would find someone who fit my criteria, at which point I would follow them home and note their address. From there, it became incredibly easy to investigate a little bit more; most people have normal work hours, meaning I could spend afternoons going through their mail or looking around in their house. I repeated this with several people (and had one close call), but for varying reasons I didn’t really feel satisfied enough with them to kill any of them.

I started getting a bit impatient and thought that I might just settle for killing the man named Devon, even though I didn’t really want to kill someone wealthy. But then, I came across someone new — someone who just, felt perfect. The feeling only strengthened as I investigated her further, and I knew that she would be the one for me to kill.

A young-looking woman I met at the grocery store, as per usual. She was doing some light shopping with a basket. Her hair was wavy and dark brown, sitting inelegantly on her slumped shoulders and surrounding her tired-looking face. Her bare fingers told me she might be single, but beyond that, my gut was almost certain of it. This woman just seemed so…plain, really. I guess I felt a greater acuity for the personal lives of strangers ever since I started my people-watching. But the way she carried herself, I just got the feeling that if she suddenly died, nobody would be around to miss her. Of course, I still wanted to investigate her a bit.

I followed my usual routine of checking out her place during her work hours. I learned immediately from her mail that her name is Linda Watson. Linda lived in a quiet apartment complex, her mailbox easily accessible right outside her door. Instead of quickly shuffling through it, I decided I could take her mail back to my dorm and return it before she was finished with work (she only lived about 15 minutes from me). I did some research and learned how to open and reseal the envelopes without damaging them, which took some technique along with a hair dryer, rubbing alcohol, and Q-tips.

This made it easy for me to learn a little more about her. Linda was a 33-year-old woman who worked for a small accounting firm — I’d rather not name the place outright. Her birthday was December 11th which, coincidentally, was approaching in a couple weeks. I also managed to find a bank statement that gave me a nice look into how she’s been spending her past month. It was at this point I realized that my assessment of Linda Watson as an extremely plain woman was pretty spot-on, because there was absolutely nothing interesting on the list. A trip to Old Navy, a bunch of Starbucks, something about $40 from Amazon — no restaurants, no movies, nothing that would really imply she was spending any time socializing. That aside, I also found a cooking magazine, so I guess she was into cooking.

Apartments are harder to break into than suburban homes, because there are fewer doors and windows. Every time I got Linda’s mail, I would check the front door and the windows in the back, but they were always locked. This was a bit frustrating because I was really interested in getting into her house. So, I came up with a sort of plan that I thought would be fun, even if it didn’t work.

Last Saturday, I visited Linda Watson’s apartment complex as I would on weekdays. The difference is that this time, I wanted her to be home. I thought it would be interesting to have a conversation with her. If I got lucky, I could take advantage of the situation to discreetly unlock a window from the inside. So, I walked up to her door wearing nothing warmer than a light sweatshirt, and knocked. The adrenaline rush was crazy. I was afraid I might screw something up.

The door opened, and in front of me stood Linda Watson, exactly as I remembered her from the grocery store. It was at that moment, making eye contact for the first time, that I realized I was running the risk of beginning to care about this person. As selfish as it is, I couldn’t kill a person I cared about, even if it’s a 33-year-old woman standing in a doorway with a slightly perplexed look on her face, giving me a reserved “Hello.”

Arms crossed from the cold, I shyly returned Linda’s greeting. I explained that I was walking my dog near the woodsy area behind the back of her apartment, and that he had gotten away. I had been looking for my dog for an hour and was wondering if Linda may have seen him roaming about. Of course, Linda sympathetically apologized for the situation and that she couldn’t be of use to me, but that she would keep an eye out. I wore a defeated expression in response, apologizing in return for troubling her.

It somehow went exactly as I had hoped — Linda invited me inside to warm up a bit with some coffee. I outwardly hesitated before accepting her offer, although on the inside I wanted to jump through the door and hug her for cooperating so well. And that’s how Linda Watson ended up with a 19-year-old girl next to her on the couch — who knows if it was just a nice gesture or if she really has no better way to spend her Saturdays than talking to some kid she just met (who happens to be interested in killing her).

Linda soon learned that my name is Maria (it’s not) and that I attend the nearby community college (I don’t). I was a little bit nervous that she would ask me too many questions because I didn’t have many answers prepared. I was able to steer the conversation toward her, and she was pretty happy to talk. I asked what she does, and she told me that she works for the accounting firm I already knew about, communicating with outside clients and keeping records. I told her I was pretty nervous about growing up. She told me to enjoy college and to make lots of friends because there’s less opportunity once you start working.

When I asked if she was married or anything, she laughed. Of course I knew she wasn’t married, but I wanted to hear more about her love life. She said that she doesn’t currently have a boyfriend (I guess she’s at least had boyfriends, but who knows how long ago). When I asked her about kids, she said she doesn’t want them until she gets a better job. On top of that, she told me that her family has a history of some genetic diseases such as arthritis and depression, which she is afraid to give to her kids.

It’s funny that she mentioned that because when I asked to use her bathroom, I noticed a tube of prescription pills on the sink. It was labelled duloxetine, which I looked up later and discovered that it is in fact an antidepressant. I had a joking thought that maybe by killing her I’d be doing her a favor, but quickly decided I was a terrible person for coming up with that.

The rest of the visit was pretty dull. We talked about food and some other mundane stuff before I eventually made an excuse to leave. I didn’t get the chance to unlock a window or anything like that, but I didn’t really feel the need to go through her apartment anymore. As early as the drive back to my dorm, I was already thinking about how I would best like to kill Linda Watson.

The choice was between effectiveness and fun. I decided to go with fun, because it would be way more satisfying to kind of dissect her as I killed her, rather than just getting it done and calling it a day. Fast-forward one week to December 13th — today, actually. Linda Watson turned 34 two days ago. I made a fun little wager with myself where if Linda was spending her birthday weekend alone, I would pay her a visit and kill her. If she was out or had company, I would stop by next week or something instead.

So this morning, I drove over to Lowe’s and bought an axe. Again, I expect you’re laughing, but that’s also kind of the point. An axe is so kind of cliche and a “movies” thing that I actually thought it would be the most fun. Swinging it at someone and everything, it’s a really entertaining image. They actually had a bunch of different axes, so I picked one that had a good weight but was still light enough for me to swing quickly.

The drive after getting the axe was when the adrenaline really picked up. All that kept going through my mind on the way over was “Wow, I’m really doing this.” Not in a bad way, just like a surprised this is real life sort of thing. I also got this strange rush of recollections of the time I spent with Linda. It was like my life was flashing before my eyes, except it was just the rather mundane hour I spent with Linda — like snippets of our conversations, the sound of her laugh, her facial expressions and stuff.

I also wondered to myself what the crazy serial killers would be feeling at a time like this — schizophrenic delusions? Sexual buildup? I have no idea, but what I felt was kind of like ridiculously alert and numb in the senses at the same time, however that’s possible.

Before getting out of the car, I had the sense to stuff the axe into my backpack to look a little less ridiculous walking across the parking lot. The handle was sticking out, but that didn’t really matter. At that point my heart was pounding so hard I could feel my throat throbbing. I tried controlling my breath, but it’s really hard to not breathe fast when your heart is pounding like that.

I reached Linda Watson’s door and quietly put my ear to it after setting down my backpack. I heard a voice that wasn’t hers — company? No, it was just the TV, mixed with her occasional tapping footsteps behind the door. I actually kept my ear there for a really freaking long time, because I wanted to make absolutely sure nobody was over. Probably 10 minutes of that and a lot of reassuring myself convinced me.

I quietly opened my backpack zipper and held the axe in my hands. My fiercely shaking hands. What the hell was this kind of reaction that my body was making? I told my body to shut up, that it’s no big deal, but of course it wouldn’t listen. It was actually bizarre how much my hands were shaking. It must be the adrenaline buildup. I rolled my eyes at myself and got my hand to rest on the doorknob. If it’s locked, I’ll knock, it’ll be basically the same. I took a deep breath and forced my muscles into action.

I swiftly turned the doorknob. Not locked. In one movement, I opened up the door and slipped inside. Linda Watson, just a few steps away into the kitchen. I see — she was in the middle of cooking. She immediately jumped and turned around, startled. I expected that. Quickly, I let go of the doorknob and adjusted the axe into both hands. In the following split second, I realized that she would probably start to make a lot of noise. Looking back, I’m an idiot for not considering that. Just as Linda’s mouth opened to speak — maybe even started speaking — I forcefully swung my axe into the side of her head.

But, my axe was facing backwards. I hit her with the blunt end of the blade. I actually did this on purpose, because in that split second I somehow decided that it would be the way to keep her noise to a minimum. It actually worked. I felt barely any resistance in the swing as I collided with her head, knocking it clean aside. Linda’s half-formed syllable came out as a kind of weird grunt — a noisy exhalation is probably the best I could describe it. That happened at the same time as her head smacked into the cabinet from the force, and she fell backwards without any ability to keep her balance. I didn’t hesitate at all to keep swinging at her while she was half lying down on the ground, this time my axe facing the right way. I didn’t really know where to swing, so I kind of just started hacking at her collarbone area and chest. It didn’t feel like the axe was going too deep, but there was a nice “thunk” sort of sound every time the axe embedded into her. I even felt the soft sinking sensation ripple into my hands, like the axe was a kind of physical extension of my sense of touch.

On a whim, I swung once at her throat, but most of the swing actually missed and I hit the floor by accident, causing a loud, dull whack to resonate through the apartment. I didn’t have time to think about it. I swung again with better aim and got a more centered hit, feeling the bone or cartilage or whatever is in there, so I must have split it open. Right after that, I decided to swing at her face, and I got this diagonal cut along her nose and mouth, which felt pretty good so I did it once more.

I finally briefly stopped to survey the damage. Linda was bleeding ridiculously. The blood was kind of coming out in waves, in sync with her beating heart, probably. It was pooling all around her and riding along the cracks between the tiles. Her light blue shirt was all torn up and stained dark, kind of mixed with a fleshy mess around her chest. It was all just glistening red. Her face wasn’t much better, covered in dripping red at this point, and her lip was kind of hanging off, revealing red-stained teeth in a really weird way, like a zombie or something.

Linda wasn’t dead, though. Her limbs were kind of weakly, aimlessly trying to move while she was stuck on her back. More than anything, she reminded me of a bug that you crush but it still pitifully moves its legs around before it dies completely. That’s basically what she was doing. But I didn’t know how long it would take for her to die, or what kind of condition she was in. I ended up grabbing a big knife that was on the counter that she was using to cut up meat. Trying to step around the blood, I reached down and carved into the upper half of her neck, trying to sort of saw it from the left side to the right. It was a little awkward because the area was so soft and squished around the knife as I was cutting. But the sensation was completely different from the axe. It actually felt like I was cutting a tough piece of raw meat (which I guess technically, I was).

The blood started pouring out, and I hoped that I severed the most major arteries in there. It must have worked, because after a moment Linda’s limb movements kind of just had the strength drained from them, soon resting still on the floor. I took a few seconds to catch my breath. No time to stick around and think about the experience. I shook the knife blade through a dirty pan in the sink to clean off the blood, then threw the knife into my backpack. I did the same with the axe. I also took her laptop that was sitting on the counter. It had some recipe open for veal and mushrooms. I didn’t really take the laptop to use it, since I have a perfectly good one myself that I got for college. I just wanted to look through it for fun.

I finally went outside and closed the door behind me. I got some blood on my sweater and jeans. But funnily enough, I actually anticipated that so I wore dark colors.

The drive back to my dorm was just a constant replaying of the experience in my head. I guess that’s still kind of happening even now, actually. But it felt pretty nice. Linda Watson is dead. I kind of let the weight of that sink in. The sensation of having completely removed a human life from existence. It’s crazy. I don’t know how else to describe it.

Anyway, I threw the axe and knife into a dumpster on campus, which I think is picked up every Monday, so they’ll be gone by then. My roommate goes home on the weekends, so I have the dorm to myself today. It gave me the chance to go through Linda’s website history. I was right in thinking that’s where her deepest secrets would lie.

There was actually a lot of dirty stuff, like the names of websites for porn videos and stories and things like that. Same with her searches. A lot of the websites were boring, like cooking websites and recipes, and game websites like Bejeweled and stuff. I eventually got to the “one week ago” section of her history, and it gave me a chill.

There were a whole bunch of searches like “methods of suicide”, “how to tie a noose”, “dangerous household chemicals”, “carbon monoxide poisoning” — like a lot of them. She was probably ready to write a book on suicide after all the research she did. So I guess Linda was contemplating suicide. I wonder if it was influenced by her depression.

The irony is actually striking. Maybe Linda was going to die anyway. Or maybe she couldn’t find the courage to do it. If that were the case, I almost literally gave her a birthday present by killing her. That’s actually really comical in a messed-up way, and it leaves a weird taste in my mouth. The part I don’t get is that I didn’t see any of those searches up until the “one week ago” section, nothing more recent than that.

I ended up throwing the laptop in the dumpster with the other stuff. It’s been a few hours since then, so I’ve had some time to calmly think about everything. Like I said, it was pretty satisfying and I’m glad I finally got around to it. I feel like I can finally cross it off my bucket list, or like I’m tying loose ends with myself. This is probably the first and last time I’ll write the name Linda Watson — it’s back to living a normal college life, except I might do some people-watching every now and then because it’s definitely fun and interesting.

But I’ll always wonder how many people there are like me. I’m sure there has to be a lot, because there is just nothing strange about it to me, being curious about killing someone. Sadly, it’s something that people can’t exactly just talk about, so I guess I’ll never know. I’m sure that anyone would just lie about it even if you asked them. But you can’t help but wonder if that person in the grocery store, who stares at you as you pass by, might be considering what it would be like to kill you. If I could, I would tell them all about it, so they could decide for themselves. But who knows, maybe I got lucky, and that person is you. I actually really, really hope so.

~♥

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Exploring Your Anatomy

Summary: Y/n Y/l/n is getting ready to start her day as an intern at Mercy East Hospital, but what happens when she finds out she slept with an attending aka her boss Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz?

I’m a whore. A stupid dumb whore. Why am I a whore you ask? Well…

I was sitting at the bar waiting for the bartender to acknowledge my existence. I just wanted a goddamn long island iced tea. That’s when he came along. He waved the  bartender over and ordered his drink. “Bourbon, neat.” His voice was gravely and ethereal. He then looked in my direction. “Plus, I believe this beautiful lady has been trying to get a drink herself.” The bartender turned to me and asked what I wanted. “Long island iced tea please?” The bartender hurried along. “Thanks.” I said as I spoke to him in a faint voice. I was surprised he even heard me because he said “No problem. I have to ask though what brings a girl like yourself here.” A girl like myself? “What do you mean a girl like myself?” He looked me up and down and began to speak again. “Well, for one you seemed almost afraid to order. Your clothes aren’t really bar attire, and you seem a little too good for a place like this.” I started to feel my face warm. “I can assure you I’m no one special.” He let out a laugh. “I wouldn’t say that.” Our drinks shortly came and the handsome gentleman and I began to talk. “You didn’t answer my question. What brings you here?” The man was going to be the death of me. “What does anyone come for in a bar?” He seemed intrigued by my answer. “There’s a number of reasons: drinks, meeting friends, a date, or their looking for a one-night stand. Which one are you?” I was here for the drinks but something tells me I might be here for the second thing. I decided to give him his answer. “I came for the drinks, but I’m open to another one of those options. You interested?” He downed the rest of his drink and put money on the counter. “Your place or mine?” 

Next thing I knew I was back at my house while this stranger carried me into my bedroom. His lips claimed mine in a possessive way. It’s like he kissed all the breath out of my lungs. “Something tells me a girl like you doesn’t do this often.” I simply nodded, not having the strength to answer. “Well don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll take care of everything.” His hands started to undress me. First it was my shirt, then my pants,then my bra, and finally my underwear. I was completely naked when the guy pulled away to look at my body. I whined at the loss of contact. “Beautiful, just beautiful.” He put his lips back on mine. Soon his lips started to travel down my body. His lips latched onto my cleavage and the hand that wasn't on my back started to play with my nipple. He then kissed down my stomach until his mouth was an inch away from my cunt. “Last chance to back out sweetheart.” He said as he looked up at me. “You always talk this much?” I asked, wanting him to hurry up. His lips latched on to my pussy like a starved man. He started off with a few swipes and licks then he started to devour me. He entered a finger into my opening. “You’re dripping for me sweetheart. Do I turn you on?” I moaned a yes and went back to being in heaven. He continued to finger and lick at my opening. I felt myself getting closer and grabbed the sheets in desperation. It didn’t seem like he was going to slow down until I came. I got to that point and was pushed over the edge. I couldn't really think about anything else besides my pleasure. “Well, somebody’s enjoying themself.” The guy remarked with a shit-eating grin. “I hope I didn't tire you out too much.” My eyes met his autumn colored ones. “That’s all you got?” I asked him. He just chuckled. He started to undress. When he dropped his underwear and my eyes grew wide. He had the biggest penis I had ever seen. Though I had only been with like three guys before him. “See something you like sweetheart.” Damn it I was staring. “Maybe.” He let out another chuckle. He slipped the condom on and in a flash he was back to business. He turned me over from my original position to where my ass was in the air and I was laying flat on my stomach. He pushed the tip of his dick into me. He went slow, almost painfully slow, but once he was fully impaled in me, I had never felt so full a day in my life. He bent down until his mouth was near my ear, “You ready sweetheart?” I quickly nodded my head. “Let me hear you say it. Beg me.” I was stunned by what he said. I didn't even move. “Are you serious?” I felt a heavy hand hit my ass. “What do you think?” I let out a huff. “Please. Fuck me.” He didn’t make any movement. “Hmmm… I feel like you can do better than that.” I tried to move my head to look at him but his hand fell on my ass again. He wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed a little. “I said beg sweetheart.” I know I should probably be scared because a stranger had his hands around my throat and was telling me to beg but I’m a whore so, “Please. Fuck me. I want you so bad. Please.” He still made no motion to move. “I guess that’ll do sweetheart.” Out of nowhere he pulled out of me until only the tip was still in and then thrusted, filling me back up. He was rough and passionate. His thrust was causing my headboard to hit the wall. I hope my roommate didn’t mind. I was clawing at the sheets as an anchor,anything to ground me because I felt like I was on cloud 9. He was hitting places I didn’t even know existed while whispering the dirtiest things in my ear. “Do you know how much I wanted you tonight…Look at my little slut…You like that baby…” My body felt on fire. I could feel every little thing he did: the kisses on my neck, the slight tug of my hair, the squeeze on my throat. It was too much. The tightening in my stomach came back and quickly snapped. I came hard. “Wow, sweetheart. You are squeezing me so tight.” He placed a kiss on my temple. He slipped out of me and turned me around. He put my legs around his waist and quickly went back to thrusting in and out of me. “Had to see that pretty face when you came again.” His fingers found their way to my clit and started to play with it. I felt that sensation starting to build from him playing with my already sensitive cilt and from his hard thrust. “Come on baby. You got another one in you.” He continued to abuse my clit and pound into me. I came again fast. “There we go. Good girl.” I felt his leg begin to twitch. I knew that meant he was close. I decided it was my turn to mess with him. I clamped around him and I heard him hiss. “Hermosa que estás tratando de hacer?” He stilled and came into the condom. He pulled out of me and went to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. He came back with the condom discarded and a warm rag in hand. He cleaned me off and returned the rag to the bathroom. He climbed into bed with me and pulled me into his arms. “Aren’t you usually supposed to leave after this?” I said to him. He turned to me and said, “would you like me too?” I shook my head. “No I don’t think so.” My eyes felt heavy and I fell asleep.

After sleeping (Less sleeping, more fucking that guy for another 4 rounds in one night), I got out of the bed and hurried to get ready for my first day at Mercy East Hospital. I was an intern and it was frowned upon to be late on your first day. The stranger from last night (whose name I never caught) must have slipped out not too long ago. I made my way to the kitchen where my roommate, best friend, and new co-worker, Grace, was waiting. “Well look who it is. The pornstar from last night!” I turned to her. “Oh shut up! Just think of it as payback for all the times you and Judd kept me up.” She threw her hands up in defense. “Whatever, he must have been good though.” I took a sip of my orange juice then answered her. “Oh he was. He was damn good.” she laughed. “Well, if he helps you get over Evan I don’t care.” Evan was my douche of an ex who cheated on me after 4 years of being together. “Who?” I said, causing both of us to laugh. We quickly left for work and met our resident. She was somewhat intense but I could tell she was sweet deep down. “And these are our attendings. Don’t speak to them unless you are told to or they speak to you first. They don’t need interns like you annoying them.” I saw all of the doctors in front of me but one in particular caught my attention. The stranger from last night was standing in front of me with a board in hand and a white lab coat on. He didn’t see me. I leaned over to whisper to Grace. “It’s him.” she turned to me. “What?” I huffed in annoyance. “The guy from last night. He’s one of the attendings.” Her eyes grew wide. “What!” She accidentally shouted. Everyone's eyes were now on Grace and I. “Doctor Williams, Doctor Y/l/n, are we interrupting you two?” We both shook our heads. “No ma’am.” I croaked out. I looked back up at the stranger from last night who turned out to be my boss and he had that same shit-eating grin from last night on his face. 

So yeah. That’s how I’m a whore. “Doctor Y/l/n, you’re with attending Diaz today.” 

“Who’s that again?” I asked, since I wasn’t paying attention to the names earlier.

“Me.” I turned and saw the stranger from last night. “Doctor Edmundo Diaz, at your service.” He said, extending his hand. I took it and shook his hand. We began to walk away from the group. Some ways down the hallway and out of the view of everyone else, he ushered me into a hallway closet. “So, you work here?”

“And so do you. Oh my god!” I quickly started to pace. “Of course the one time I decided to have a one-night stand, he turned out to be my boss.”

“Think of me less as a boss but more of a superior.”

“Are you always this sarcastic?”

“Yeah.” He said with that grin again. “Oh come on. Lighten up. No one has to know.”

“Well Grace already knows. She’s my roommate, she heard everything last night.”

“Okay besides Grace.”

“Ugh! Why did I have to have a one night stand?”

“Just relax sweetheart.” He invaded my space and took my face into his hands. He connected our lips. His skilled lips once again took the very air out of my lungs. “There. Isn’t that better.”

“What are you doing?”

“Comforting you.” He kissed me again and I kissed him back. The kiss started to deepen when he stepped away. “We got work to do, Doctor. Now that we’ll be seeing each other a lot, I’ll be stopping by more.” He walked away and left me in the hallway closet to catch my breath. What the hell did I get myself into?

Note: I orginally put this as a mini-series but I’m not sure if i know how I’m gonna elaborate on it and when. So here we go!

#Eddie Diaz #eddie diaz x reader #past evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckely #911 fanfic #911 fic #911 on fox #911 fox #911

[ageless-aislynn]

Okay, frens, I’m about to probably be a lot less available once NaNo starts tomorrow. Which is kinda saying something, given how I’ve been pretty absent lately. Being sick sucks rocks through a straw. 😕

However, the exceptions will be if:

I’m stalling (despite the fact I’m probably panicking that I’m not writing at the same time 🤷‍♀️)

I’m blocked (in which case I might ask for prompts just to try to get something short going again)

My writering muse* is being a little jerk (there’s no cure for this 😣😛)

(*I just caught this weird typo and left it because “writering muse” felt appropriate for some reason, lol, kinda like she’s wandering around, maybe gonna write eventually... 😛)

Again, depending on how I feel/how things are going, I may start editing and posting things just to give me a much-needed serotonin boost. We’ll see!

I’m hoping going to write “The Price” (Frosthunter, The Flash, NSFW) in its entirety because I have a total of one (1) person at AO3 who has politely asked me about it a couple of times over the past - what, year? Two years? - since I first mentioned wanting to write it. Just when I’m about give up on it, this lovely person writes me a sweet note saying how they hope I’m doing well and that I’ll still write it one day. And that gives me the strength to keep fighting on, lol!

Despite the fact that, well, Zoom isn’t usually a laugh riot, “The Price” is intended to be rather explicit smut with a humorous slant. Just how explicit and how humorous... we’ll find out together! Even if it’s just me and that one lone person over at AO3, lol!

(If you ever wonder if your comment will make a difference, then I can promise you that yes, it definitely does. Just knowing that somebody cares is SO important. 🤗)

Secondly, I want to finish “Cupid’s Kiss” (Snowells, The Flash, NSFW) and “Guardian Angel” (Snowells, The Flash) at long last. 🤞😣🤞

This will probably close out my Flash fics for now. I wish I could’ve gotten them done sooner but... Life, right? 😕 I hope that anybody who still cares how they ended will get the chance to see them.

“Try” (aka the Big Beast of ReverseSnowThawne) still might randomly appear one day, despite being a thing that exactly zero (0) people probably want to read, lol. But I still want to see how it all works out and it has worldbuilding and there are already 3 chapters written so... We’ll see. It definitely has enough mileage to it to give me the 50k for this NaNo.

Over in the world of Halo... “15 Minutes” chapter 6 (John/Reader) and “Recreation” chapter 3 (Kai/maleReader) are in pre-planning. (“15 Minutes” is the rare beast of mine in that I actually have so many events still in store for it that I’ve done an outline. As a long-time pantser, that’s saying something, lol!)

“Choices” (tentative title, Noble Team x Reader, Halo: Reach) is something I’m still very excited about! It starts with the premise in chapter 1 where the reader meets Noble Team. At the end of ch1, you’ll choose who you’re going to go with and there will be links to the appropriate chapter that will conclude the story with you and either Carter, Kat, Jun, Emile, Jorge or Six (male and female versions).

I’ve always loved Choose Your Own Adventure type stories and after reading @lialacleaf​‘s awesome and super fun Master Chief x Reader interactive fic “The Medic,” I was inspired to try my own variation (mine is, of course, a very simplified version, you only make that one choice of who you’re going with but still! Similiar if simpler! 😁)

If you’d like to be tagged for any of that, just let me know. 😉

Flash Masterlist

Halo Masterlist

Anyway, that’s where I’m at right now. I have only a really basic NaNo playlist done but that can fall into place as we go along. 🎵💃🎵 I just mainly gravitate to songs with a good beat to type to, lol! This one is already on there...

“Sing Along” - Sturgill Simpson

Noble Team is kinda running to the beat in my GIF, lol! 🤷‍♀️😂

Anyway, it’s helpful to me to spell out my goals, hence why I wrote all of this. 😉 Good luck to those who are also participating in NaNo and happy November to those who aren’t!

🤗💖

#nanowrimo #nano #writing #snowells #caitlin snow x eobard thawne #frosthunter #frostzoom #killer frost x hunter zolomon #halo #halo: reach #master chief x reader #kai-125 x male reader #noble team #ageless aislynn