#so i borrowed it from the library again and read it on my phone

[erwinsvow]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

summary: how you and rafe got started <3

author's note: if i could stop losing my brain cells over rafe cameron for a minute that would be great but i can't so here it is <3 this is mostly cute but in the shea cinematic universe this establishes the beginning of what can only be a hopelessly codependent relationship <3 more parts to come! also none of this would be written without the surge of inspo i get from reading every single one of @princessbrunette's posts but in particular this one, this one, and this<3 one!

now spinning: one of the girls by the weeknd & jennie

Rafe’s always thought you were cute. 

Cute, he’d think to himself in passing, on a hot summer day when he was getting ready to take beers from the fridge and go find the boys at the country club. He didn’t need to steal anything, the waitress at the club always gave him whatever drink he asked for, but he just felt like taking them from the house today. 

You were dawdling around the house with a bored Sarah, all dressed up with nowhere to go. Sarah was texting on her phone, likely engaging in a virtual fight with Topper. He’d feel bad, but the two of them did it to themselves. You were at the counter with Wheezie, leaning on your elbows while the two of you discussed something. He didn’t really care, until he met your eyes for a second. 

Cute. The way you met his eyes and then looked away, face heating up. You were in a bikini and a coverup, probably waiting for his sister before spending the day on the beach or at the pool. The cover up was white and see through, covering everything to the point where no one could see anything but the faint yellow of your bikini underneath.

Leaning on the counter, when you looked away, he got a glimpse into the top of your dress. He could make out little yellow flowers on the material of your bikini and the outline of your tits squeezed against each other. 

He grabbed a beer and opened it with his back tooth, spitting the cap out on the counter next to Wheezie’s book.

“Ew, Rafe, get your spit molecules away from my book.”

“Who reads in the summer anyways? You should be glad for my spit if it makes you stop.”

“It’s my summer reading, Rafe, not everyone can just skip their assignments and get away with it.”

“Please, what have I skipped?”

You and Wheezie turn to look at each other and start laughing. He cracks a smile too, unexpectedly.

“Actually, it’s a great book. You’re missing out, Rafe,” you say, with a smile gracing your face, and he realizes he’s never actually heard the sound of your voice. You’ve maybe said hi to him twice, and both times Sarah had dragged you away within seconds. You even sound cute. His name on your tongue sounds even cuter.

“Really? Maybe I need to give it a try.” You laugh again, meeting his eyes this time. 

“You can’t have my copy, I already put my annotations in this one-“

“Stop yapping, Wheeze. I’m not gonna take yours.”

“Actually you have a copy in the library upstairs. I borrowed it last summer.”

“Really, kid? Wanna come find it with me?”

Your face heats up so much you turn away. He smiles then, and he smiles again when you follow him up to the library.

“This one is fantastic too, it’s about this young girl in England-” your voice continues to describe the plot of the book in your hand. You shelve it and then your eyes immediately land on another, another classic, another favorite. You ramble off the description but Rafe’s hardly paying attention.

He’s trying to recall when you had become so cute, so pretty. He thinks he’s never noticed you after you walk away with Sarah, or when he walks away from you two lounging on pool chairs, your nose in a book like always.

This is different. When had you become so irresistible?

Your pretty hair falls down your back. It sticks to your neck when the two of you are outside in the sun, in the heat. He has an urge to lick the sweat off just to see how you’d blush and feel how you’d squirm. Your eyes are warm and bright, but you’re still too shy to meet his blue ones, even when it’s just the two of you.

And it has been. Just the two of you, recently, almost all of the time. Sarah’s always off with her stupid friends and Wheeze is at home doing her summer work. 

The two of you travel to every ice cream parlor in the eight in the next few weeks. Conversation comes easily, even though you have nothing in common. He hasn’t picked up a bag from his dealer since he started talking to you, he realizes. Hasn’t felt the need to get high.

You’ve never even smoked weed, much less snorted coke. You’ll drink at a party with Sarah, but not too much, and you always end up being the sober friend holding back the vomiting girl’s hair. At the bonfire that he invites you to, your eyes keep darting around, seeing if anyone needs your help. 

Rafe moves so he’s standing right in front of you, blocking your view.

“Hey, kid,” he says quietly, leaning in. You’re boxed in, with Rafe and only Rafe on your mind. The clean, attractive scent of his cologne. The way it lingers on his clothes, like the button up you’re wearing over your pink dress.

He picks up the red cup in your hand and places it on the log beside you, balancing his beer next to it. His hands are cold from the bottle but you don’t mind much. He takes your wrists first, holding them in place, and then slides down so your hands are touching. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You were looking down at the hands, where the two of you were connected, but his voice makes you look up. He’s looking at you, and you want to hide your face. Your fingers twitch beneath Rafe’s grip. He holds on even tighter. “Don’t look away, princess. We gotta work on that, huh?”

You feel your face heating up at the nickname. You wish you were home so you could scream into your pillow.

“Sorry, sorry,” you scramble, trying to look up but you can’t find the strength or the will.

You’re embarrassed. Of course you are—this is Rafe, and you’re just you. Rafe is the one you’ve had a crush on since you knew what crushes were, and you are still the awkward little thing you were the first time you met him. 

His gaze burning holes through you makes you want to run and hide. Because this is Rafe, and right now you’re one of his girls. The ones Sarah’s complained about the whole time she’s known you—they get too attached, act all clingy, and then are replaced before long. 

You hear Rafe’s quiet laughter. You’re still boxed in, feeling hot and clammy even though he’d given you his button up not thirty minutes ago because you felt cold. 

“What’re you saying sorry for?” You look up quickly, and then look back down. Then Rafe’s hands leave yours, and he holds up your chin until you’re looking right into his eyes. “Hmm?”

You feel like puking. 

“I-I just, well I just-”

“You just what?”

“I don’t think I can be, um, be one of your flingy, uh fling-type girls. So, you know, maybe all of this isn’t a good idea.”

“Fling-type girls?” he questions. He’s holding back a laugh, which makes you irrationally upset. You shove hard against his chest to free yourself from the cage of his arms. 

“Yes, your fling-type girls. You have a new girl on your arm every week, and everyone knows it, and I refuse to be one of them, because it’s just embarrassing and dehumanizing,” he watches you ramble on. He smiles, but you don’t notice. “And frankly, I deserve better than that.”

“Are you done?” You glare back at him.

“Yes, and not because you said that. I was done anyway.”

“Good.” Your face drops for a second, thinking you overstepped and totally overreached regarding his intentions, but then Rafe surprises you—he leans in and kisses you. 

You weren’t expecting a playground peck, but the way he’s kissing you completely surpasses any and all expectations (and fantasies) you’d dreamt up. His grip on your hips is hard, and his tongue is almost down your throat. It’s messy, and wet, and when he pulls away, there’s strings of spit connecting you to each other. 

You should wipe your mouth before anyone sees, but you don’t. Your heart is racing, and you can barely speak, much less move. 

“If I wanted you to be one of my girls, I wouldn’t have spent the last three weeks listening to you blab about books and buying you ice cream. You’re gonna be my only girl, and that’s that, okay?”

You nod dumbly—words and motions still not quite back yet. You feel flushed. People’s eyes are on you both.

“Now, do you wanna head out and go get a cone?” You nod again. “Good girl. And watch your mouth.”

#eeeeeee #im so nervous about this #anyways if you liked it lmk <3 #the characterization is hard fdsjnajfnj #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #58 Part 1

His parents studied ghosts. Danny didn’t understand as a kid why everyone made fun of his parents. Now that he was 12, the thought was ludicrous and yet his parents continued their work on the portal. Danny had his sister Jazz though and the siblings were rather close. 

Jazz had spent a lot of time studying lately stating that she wanted to get into a good college. Danny understood he did, but being alone sucked and he couldn’t help it as he sighed kicking a pebble down the sidewalk. 

It was a nice hot summer day, the kind of day you’d want to spend at the beach or a pool. Danny however had other ideas. He was on the way to the local library. If Jazz was going to spend her summer studying for the ACTs then Danny was going to study what he wanted, Space. He quickly found a few books and got settled into a chair as he read. Space really was fascinating, he hoped one day his dream of becoming an astronaut would come true. 

An hour or so passed before Danny was interrupted, “what are you reading?” The voice started Danny out of his trance as he looked up at his interrupter. A boy about the same age as Danny with the same black hair and blue eyes that Danny had. His skin was more tan than Danny’s own pale white. 

Danny fidgeted in his seat for a moment before answering, “Astronomy: guide to the stars” Sure, Danny knew the text was college level but he already read all the ones for high and middle school. 

Damian seemed to hum thoughtfully with a hand on his chin before speaking again, “the book you're reading seems advanced, you seem smarter than your age would dictate. Father has requested that I visit the library and try to ‘make a friend or two’ in his words. I don’t see the need for companionship but if I must I’d rather it be with someone intelligent. My name is Damian.” It was a bit much but Danny guessed from what Damian said that he was complementing Danny. 

“Uh, Danny… I guess most of the people in my family are pretty smart.” He replied after a moment. 

Danny thought it was odd that someone wanted to be friends with him. Everyone at the public elementary school he went to knew who his parents were so they wanted nothing to do with him. It was lonely but Danny didn’t mind it too much, but Damian didn’t act like he knew Danny’s Parents. The thought of having a friend that didn’t judge him for who his parents were made Danny a little excited. 

“What occupation do your parents have?” It was a simple question with a not so simple answer. 

Oh, Danny’s heart stuttered a little bit at the thought of Damian knowing anything about. He didn’t want to lie, especially to his new friend but he didn’t want to tell him the truth. 

“Uh, they’re scientists but I don’t really know what they do…” Danny said carefully and slowly. He was sure Damian bought it. 

The two spent the next couple hours just talking in the library. It had started to get late and Damian needed to head back home. 

“Do you own your own phone?” Damian asked, it wasn’t uncommon, for most kids in his class had a cheap hand me down phone for emergencies. Danny unfortunately didn’t as his parents probably didn’t care where he was.

Danny shrugged, “not really, I could borrow my sisters but it really only gets used for emergencies.” 

Damian seemed to frown at this thinking for a moment before nodding as if he came to a conclusion, “my brother Todd has mentioned that it’s hard for low income houses to afford something I’d consider a necessity in this city. You do know how high the crime rate is, yes?” Danny nodded but he didn’t know what that had to do with having a phone Damian cleared his throat before continuing, “as you are now my friend I’d like to offer to purchase one for you.”

Danny hadn’t owned anything like a phone before, “a-are you sure? I don’t really need one, my parents don’t really… care?” He felt uncomfortable with his new friend spending money on him, Damian seemed like an important person especially with the clothes he wore and how he carried himself. Danny felt like he’d be taking advantage of his new friend if he bought Danny a phone. Danny closed the book he was holding and took a breath before speaking again, “I appreciate the offer but I wouldn’t have anything to offer you in return.” He let his gaze fall to the cover of the book, a swirling galaxy on a black background and bold yellow text. 

“I would not have offered it if I wasn’t sure.” Damian stated firmly causing Danny’s head to snap back up, “I do not need anything in return, however if you really intend to pay me back, Father has insisted that I bring a friend home sometime. Since we have established that we are friends I insist that you come visit every so often to, as Richard puts it ‘get him off my back’.” It sounded like a simple request but Danny was unsure. If Damian was someone important then his family was bound to be even more important. 

He took a moment to think about it, but Jazz would be happy Danny finally made a friend…

“Alright, I accept,” Danny said as they shook hands. It might have been a little childish but he could tell he made some sort of bond with Damian. 

After that they had quickly become friends. Once Danny had become accustomed to being in the Wayne house he basically became family, and was often visiting, especially to eat Mr. Pennyworths cooking. Mr. Wayne also seemed fond of Danny, he even offered to pay for Danny to go to Gotham Academy along with Damian. Danny had been hesitant at first but Damian quickly wore him down. Tim eventually wormed his way into the group as he and Danny bonded over the latest video game releases. Soon Jazz got roped into the group too as she started to visit the manor to get away from how noisy the lab got. 

A couple years had passed since the day that started the road to their friendship and the four of them had really bonded since then. Unfortunately their parents had finished the portal and its here where things go downhill for Danny.

In the next one Danny dies and all 4 of them are deeply traumatized.

Damian saw his dad doing research on the Fenton family, Bruce is just looking out for potential rouges and Damian took the opportunity to become friends with Danny. He figured that he could just bribe Danny into being his friend like all the kids at his school try but Danny is a lil cinnamon roll. Taken aback from how sweet Danny is Damian decided that Danny really was smart and worth being a friend. Tim has the same thoughts especially as Danny starts visiting the mansion more. Jazz loved that Danny had a spot to go where people seemed to actually care about him and she eventually gets dragged into the group. You can only drop off your brother at the Wayne’s so often before you get dragged into the group as well and I thought Tim and Jazz can be the same age and can bond over being older siblings.

#dp x dc prompt #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #writing prompt #poor danny #Danny and Damian became friends #Tim and Jazz eventually become friends and join #Danny is a cinnamon roll #bad parents jack and maddie #Whole lot of exposition #I this is what happens when I take my time to write #Jazz is an amazing older sister #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use

[michelleleewise]

Bewitched

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: somnophilia, thigh riding, masturbation, spells gone wrong, "sex-pollen" type fic, swearing, dirty talk, loki speaking Norwegian, swearing, mildly explicit smut, unprotected sex, penatration (p in v), fluffy ending.

Summary: you borrowed a book from Loki's personal library, and weren't prepared for the consequences.....

A/n-graphics by @harlequin-hangout. This story inspired by my dear @mochie85 and her amazing story "Pheromones". Thank you so much my dear for all your help and support!! This story absolutely got away from me, it's definitely longer so be prepared 💚💚

You walked into Loki's room, slowly closing the door behind you making your way to his overly large book case. He had been away on a mission for the last week, but told you to feel free to borrow whatever you wished. Carefully putting back the ones you had borrowed you browsed his large collection. Running your fingers along the spines you couldn't help smile, knowing you were one of the only ones, if not the only one allowed in his room, let alone allowed to borrow his books.

Over the last year you had grown close to the God, being born with powers you didn't understand, let alone control had made your life burdensome. You didn't have many friends, your family had basically disowned you, dropping you at an orphanage. Apparently you were too unpredictable for them to handle. But Loki had taken you under his wing, helped you understand your abilities, even training you to control them. On more then one occasion telling you how proud he was of you....calling you his "little witch" making your heart flutter.

You wandered over to his personal books, ones he had been able to save and being back with him when they had to leave Asgard and come to earth. You pulled out one of the larger volumes, Your fingers running over the golden runes inscribed on the cover. Tucking it under your arm remembering you could translate it with your phone you walked back towards the door, glancing around seeing his daggers displayed on the wall, his desk neatly organized not a thing out of place. A warm feeling running over you picturing him laying on the couch reading...sitting at the desk writing some long letter, his long slender fingers wrapped around his pen.

A shudder running through you thinking about those fingers gliding aross your skin, gently wrapping around your throat as he took what he wanted from you, claiming you for his. You shook the images out of your head remembering he was your friend, your mentor, your teacher. He would never see you as you saw him. Sighing you hugged the book to your chest, grabbing the knob turning the lights off as you closed his door, smiling as you made your way back to your room excited to see what knowledge the book contained.

"AGAIN!" Loki yelled, throwing another green blast at you, deflecting it just in time as another came out of nowhere knocking you off your feet. You laid on your back trying to catch your breath when he came over looking down at you "have you not kept up your training in my absence?" He asked crossing his arms "y...yes...i...have." You panted grabbing your chest "then you would not be so easy to defeat. On your feet, we are going again." He said sternly walking out of your vision. You sat up watching him walk to the other side of the room, he looked powerful, regal, you would give him the world if you could. "I said up...now!" He yelled making you jump.

You got to your feet, bringing your hands up holding them out emitting a purple glow, watching his glow green. "This time you shall have no warning, you must react on instinct y/n." He said as you nodded, planting your feet in a defensive stance, watching him slowly stalk around you. Your anxiety rose as your eyes followed him, traveling between his hands and his face seeing him smirk. You saw something in your peripheral, turning slightly to see what it was you were hit in the chest hard by Loki's seidr, once again landing on your back. "Y/n where are you? You are not focusing!" He yelled as you sat up rubbing your chest.

"Loki, I'm only....ow human. What do you...." you were cut off as he drug you up to your feet, gripping your shoulders "you are not merely human y/n, your are...more." He said clenching his jaw "and I expect more from you then what you are giving me." He snapped as you looked to the floor "i..I'm sorry, it's just.." you started "don't be sorry, be better. How am i to be sure you will be alright out there hmm?" He asked as you looked back up at him, the green of his eyes seeming to glow "how will I know...." he started, feeling his thumb rubbing your arm, his eyes shooting to your lips and back. "Loki..." you whispered when he dropped his hands "I expect better next session." He said storming towards the door, leaving you alone with your wounded pride.

You made it back to your room, the look of disappointment on Loki's face was burned into your mind as you walked to the bathroom. You knew when he came back from missions he was like this. Harder, firmer, more demanding, but it didn't hurt any less seeing that look. "I'll never be good enough." You sighed, turning the shower on you slipped your training clothes off, throwing them in the corner as you stepped into the shower, the hot water making you wince as it hit your sore muscles. You wanted to be better, to impress him but it seemed to be a losing battle. You sighed, wrapping a towel around you you walked into your bedroom. Putting on a tank top and some sleep shorts you walked into the living room.

Flopping down on the couch you saw Loki's book on the coffee table. You hadn't had a chance to look at it yet with everything that had been going on, but now would be as good a time as any. You got up, grabbing your phone and a piece of paper and pen you sat back down, opening the book to a random page seeing the runes running along one side, a picture of a heart engulphed in flames on the other. You slid to the floor, opening your phone you went down the page finding the word for each rune writing down the translation, smiling as you reached the end. "Ok, now let's see what your saying." You said to yourself leaning back.

Hearts Desire

Suns shine, and moons shimmer,

Love and passion meet in shadow,

The fire burns, the flames grow higher,

The body yearns, the hunger grows,

Only sated by your hearts desire...

As you recited the last line you saw the book begin to glow on the table, the runes shimmering with a gold light on the page before suddenly stopping. "What the..." you said to yourself, running your fingers across the page feeling a shock in your fingers making you pull your hand back. "Ooook, I think that's enough reading for tonight." You said, carefully closing the book you put you phone down as you stood up feeling light headed. "Time for bed." You said Turning the lights off you climbed under the covers. Knowing you had another training session with Loki tomorrow you closed your eyes, willing sleep to take you.

You rolled over, groaning as the blankets stuck to your damp skin. Looking at the clock seeing it was just past midnight you sighed. You put your hand on your forehead wiping the sweat away "why is it so hot in here?" You breathed, throwing the covers off you went to stand feeling your knees try to buckle. "I better not be getting sick" you said to yourself slowly making your way to the thermostat seeing it was still set at a cool sixty degrees. "What the hell." You turned on the ac, going back to bed you layed down, the cool sheets making you sigh as you closed your eyes trying to go back to sleep.

Images flashed in your mind. Long dark hair...deep green eyes that seemed to penatrate your soul...long fingers running up your thighs, moving up to slowly caress your clit..."Come to me darling...I need you." You heard furrowing your eyebrows feeling the fingers slide down towards your entrance. "Come....now!" The voice growled as the fingers pushed inside you waking you with a gasp. You shot up, looking around into the dark room seeing you were alone "Holy hell." You panted rubbing your eyes. You scooted forward feeling the wetness between your legs, your body covered in a sheen of sweat "maybe a shower will help." You sighed, scooting off the bed, the friction of your shorts against your core making moan as you braced the wall. "That must have been some dream." You thought making your way to the bathroom.

You turned on the cold water, stepping inside you let out a deep breath. You felt like your were burning from the inside out. You closed your eyes standing under the spray when the images returned. You hand slowly sliding down between your thighs, opening yourself up as you saw Loki...standing before you In nothing but his leather pants, slowly stalking towards you with a hunger in his eyes "come to me pet...I must have you." He purred, reaching out his large hand he wrapped it around your throat, his eyes boring into you. You worked your fingers through your folds, circling your clit feeling a shiver run through you as he leaned down, feeling his breath on your neck "I will give you pleasure as you have never known...all you must do is...come." He said sternly.

"L..loki..." you moaned, feeling your orgasm wash over you, pressing your thighs together at the feeling. You opened your eyes seeing the white tile wall "god...if only." You panted. You finished washing up, wrapping a towel around you you grabbed another tank top and clean shorts you sat on the bed, the pressure on your core making you moan. "What is happening?" You said to yourself shaking your head. You had dreamt of Loki before...numerous times but usually a little self care would sate your lust until the next dream, but now it only seemed to make things worse. You slipped your clothes on, feeling your body begin to heat up again, worse then before. "A...am I dying?" You said to yourself, gripping the side of the bed goaning as another wave of pleasure rolled over you.

Your eyes shot open remembering the book, the letters glowing as you read from it. "Oh shit...I cursed myself." You said rubbing your temples feeling sweat beading on your skin. "L...loki! I need to talk to loki, he'll...ahhh...know what to do." You moaned, slowly standing up feeling another wave push through you. Looking over seeing it was past two in the morning. "Well, I hope he's awake." You sighed, making your way to the door, nails digging into the handle as a another wave washed over you, your core feeling like it's om fire "I....ahh....better hurry." You moaned, quickly making your way to the elevator you pressed the button hard as the next wave hit you making you knees buckle. "Aahh fuck.." you moaned gripping the wall.

You made it to his floor, slowly walking out of the elevator you braced yourself on the wall, another hit you hard bringing you to your knees. "Holy shit..." you panted, standing up you felt the wetness between your thighs soaking your shorts. "L..loki..." you moaned making it to his door. You pressed your forehead to it, sighing as the cold wood met your hot skin. "Loki..." you breathed, knocking to be met with silence. Your thighs clenched together as you tried to knock again, still not getting a response you gripped the handle, turning it finding it unlocked. "Oh thank God." You sighed slowly pushing the door open.

You stepped inside, quietly closing the door looking around the dark room. Your body shivered as the scent of pine and sandalwood washed over you. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts "Lo..." you started, wincing feeling the skin under your ear burn, putting your hand over it feeling your skin hot to the touch. "Fuck.." you whispered looking back across the room, seeing the bedroom door slightly ajar. You walked towards it, you mind getting hazier the closer you got. "L..loki..." you whispered, slowly pushing the door open, the moonlight streaming through the window giving the room a soft glow when your eyes met his sleeping form, biting your lip seeing the sheet pooled around his hips, revealing his bare chest.

You opened your mouth trying to say his name, a moan coming out in its place as you gripped the door knob, leaning over as your head swam. Squeezing your thighs together you stood up, your vision hazy as you walked towards the bed, slowly making your way across the bed, running your fingers along the soft sheets looking down at him. You stood at the side of the large bed, his long hair splayed across the pillow making your hand twitch, you needed to touch it...now. You leaned down, slowly sliding back the sheets hearing him groan lightly as you climbed in next to him, carefully scooting towards him pressing your front to his side hearing him sigh.

You leaned up on your elbow, reaching your hand up you gently moved his hair exposing his long neck, smiling seeing a small freckle under his ear. You leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to it, his skin warm on your lips hearing him groan. You continued peppering small kisses to his neck as your hand slowly slid across his stomach, moaning as your fingers found the light patch of hair that traveled down. flattening your palm your hand slid down, feeling his muscles tense as your fingers grazed his adonis belt. "Loki.." you whispered against his skin as you went lower, your fingers running through the tuft of hair just above what you wanted most. "Y/n.." he moaned softly, freezing hearing him say your name, looking up seeing his eyes still closed.

Was he dreaming about you..you thought as your lips pressed back to his skin feeling his head turn slightly. Your pressed your thigh over his as your hand found what it was searching for, smiling feeling him hard as you slowly wrapped your fingers around him, groaning as you realized you couldn't get them all the way around him. "Mmm..god..." you moaned into his neck as you slowly moved your hand up and down, stoking him as you teeth grazed his skin. You groaned feeling him twitch in your hand as his hips rocked upwards meeting your strokes. "Mmm... I need you so bad." You whispered into his ear hearing his breath hitch.

You slowly rocked your hips against his thigh in rhythm with your hand. Tightening your grip you stoked him harder, your lips traveling to his collar bone as you squeezed your thigh against him, the friction on your clit sending electricity through you. "Y...y/n..." he groaned as your teeth grazed his collar bone. "Loki..." you breathed into his skin feeling him stiffen "w...what are you...ahhh...." he hissed grabbing your wrist stopping your movements. You looked up at him, his eyes wide as he stared at you "i...I need to feel you." You panted, releasing your grip on him you threw your leg over him, straddling his hips.

"Wait...y/n..." he trailed off trying to grab your hands as you tried to shift the sheet off of him. "P..please loki i...i need you." You panted, lifting your hips trying to get the sheet out from under you. "Y/n...stop this at once." He demanded as you looked into his eyes, a shudder running through you "i..I cant.." you whispered, leaning back you reached for the sheets again "Y/n...wait..." he said as you felt another wave slam into you, bracing yourself on his chest you rocked your hips against his erection, moaning at the friction when he suddenly bucked his hips, flipping you onto your back as he settled over you, pinning your wrists above your head in one large hand. He took in your appearance, seeing the sweat beading on your skin, your skin like fire under his hands. "What are you doing y/n?" He asked sternly as you dug your nails into your palm "i..need you." You whispered.

"You are not yourself, What did you do?" Loki asked sternly eyeing you. "Nothing! I just....please...." you pleaded, bringing your hips up as he pushed them back down with his other hand. "Y/n, I will not ask again, what..." he started as his eyes went to your neck, reaching up he grabbed your chin turning your head "all I did was borrow a few books while you were gone." You said shakely, feeling sweat pooling on your skin as his eyes met yours again "which books?" He asked still gripping your chin. "I..I don't know i..." you started "Dammit woman, which ones did you take?" He yelled making you shiver "i..I don't know the title...I just t..translated a page." You said shakely feeling your eyes burn. "P..please loki...I feel like I'm dying." You said feeling a tear escape your eye, traveling to your hair as he turned your head back.

He released your chin, his fingers ghosted over the skin of your neck, moaning when he touched where it burned the most, your thighs gripping his sides feeling another wave of arousal wash over you, your walls clenching around nothing. "Hearts desire..." he whispered splaying his large hand against your neck. "It appears you borrowed one of my spell books and...enchanted yourself." He said as his eyes met yours again. "A..m i...am I dying?" You whimpered feeling another tear fall as he wiped it away with his thumb "no my dear, you are not dying, not yet anyway" He said "but, your condition will worsen until you body becomes too hot and starts to shut down." He said feeling your forehead "how long ago did this happen?" He asked "a..a few hours or so." You said as he nodded. "H..how do I make it s..stop?" You asked shakely as he looked down "the only way to cure Hearts Desire is to become one with the one you...love." he whispered as your eyes widened.

A sob escaped you as he released your hands, leaning back slightly watching you "i...im s...sorry loki, I...I didn't want you to find out like this, or ever. i..." you cried, covering your face with your hands "I'm s...sorry." you said again as you shifted, trying to get out from under him when he grabbed your hips. "Where are you going?" He asked making you look at him "i...I've ruined everything with my stupidity and...." you rambled, feeling his finger prsss to your lips, it taking all your will power not to wrap your lips around it. "You need to calm down darling, your getting warmer." He said shifting closer to you "did you not hear me, your condition will worsen." He said sternly "i am going to help you." He said cupping your cheek "n..no! You don't have to do that, i..I'll just..." you trailed off "pleasure yourself? It will only make it worse." He said, gripping the sheets as you felt another roll through you, your nerve endings igniting making you whimper.

"Those sounds...you have no idea what you do to me my little witch." He groaned, pressing his hips to yours, feeling his erection rub against your clit "g..god....loki...." you moaned wrapping your arms around his back. "Let me take care of you." He whispered, leaning down pressing a kiss to your neck making your hips jerk. "I can smell you..." he groaned, rocking his hips into you as he leaned back, hooking his fingers under the band of your shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs "no panties hmm?" He purred, tossing them across the room. "I...they were dirty." You stuttered as he lowered himself back between your spread legs. "Oh, im sure they were my little vixen." He smiled, leaning down pressing a kiss to your collar bone.

You moaned feeling his hand slide up your thigh, slipping between you as his teeth grazed the top of your breast "mmm....you are soaking darling." He said, his long fingers gliding through your folds making you arch up into him. "P...please Loki...." you panted, screwing your eyes shut. You felt him shift, pulling the sheet from between you as his cock pressing into your thigh, precum smearing across your skin as he lined himself at your entrance "open those eyes for me, I want to see you as I take you." He growled. You opened your eyes, looking down seeing his cock begin to push into you. "Look at me." He said, as your eyes shot up to his "så vakker.." he whispered, pressing his hips forward, your nails digging into his back as he inched inside you, stretching you to your limit.

"Norns! Your so...warm, so...aahhh tight." He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours as he jerked his hips forward, knocking the wind out of you as he bottomed out. "Holy...fuck..." you panted, spreading your legs further apart as he pulled out to his tip, thrusting back in. You felt your body tingle as he slowly rocked in and out, keeping his pace slow. "L..loki....harder....fuck me....harder." you growled, sliding your hands down to his ass pulling him into you. "A...as you...mmm...wish." He growled, pulling out as he slammed into you, jolting you up the bed "oh fuck...yes..." you yelled, burying your face in his neck biting the skin under his ear hearing him growl.

"F...fuck....I can feel you...ahh squeezing me darling." He panted, snapping his hips hard, his pelvic bone hitting your clit with each thrust making your cry out. "I..I'm gonna..." you breathed, digging your nails into his cheeks as he pushed you up the bed. "Mm...min lille heks...ahhh...hvor jeg har lengtet etter deg." He said, slipping into his native tongue making you shudder. "kom for meg ... melk kuken min." He growled, slamming into you hard, your head hitting the headboard as your orgasm flooded over you, your walls clenching hard around him "c..come with me loki...fuck...let me feel you." You panted, feeling him twitch inside you as his hips met yours, holding himself in you as he spilled deep inside you. "Fuck...y/n J...Jeg elsker deg." He panted, dropping his head to your shoulder, his warm breath fanning against your skin.

He slowly pulled out, shifting to lay next to you as you stared at the ceiling. You pulled the sheet up covering yourself feeling your skin start to cool off, your mind clearing as you glanced over, seeing his eyes closed. You looked back to the ceiling, a knot forming in your stomach as you thought about what just happened. "Your thinking too loudly." He said making you look over at him, your eyes meeting his. "Im...I'm sorry Loki, about all of this." You said, pulling the sheet back starting to get up when you felt his hand on your shoulder pushing you back down as he leaned up on his elbow looking down at you

He reached up feeling your forehead smiling "how are you feeling my dear?" He asked tucking your hair behind your ear "b..better." you said looking down. "Is it true?" He asked, his eyes staring into you "umm..i...well you see..." you tried, looking back to the ceiling, feeling his fingers genlty grab your chin making you look at him. "Yes loki, it's true." You said gripping the sheet. He leaned down gently pressing his lips to yours, his tongue slowly sliding across your bottom lip. A warmth filled you, your toes curling feeling his tongue gently pass your lips, cupping your cheek as his tongue tangled with yours, his lips impossibly soft against your own as he claimed your mouth, biting your lip as he pulled back looking at. "Be mine y/n." He breathed, pressing his forehead to yours "i..what?" You asked tilting your head up "I have wanted you for so long, i would like to court you." He said smiling "y..yes Loki, I would like that very much." You smiled back as he pulled you towards him, laying on his back guiding your head to his shoulder "get some rest my dear, we can talk more tomorrow." He said running his fingers through your hair as you wrapped your arm around his middle "and y/n...no more books." He said making you laugh "ok, no more books." You agreed, closing your eyes slipping off to sleep listening to the steady beat of his heart....

Translations-

hvor jeg har lengtet etter deg-how i have longed for you

min lille heks-my little witch

Jeg elsker deg-i love you

kom for meg ... melk kuken min-come for me...milk my cock

så vakker-so beautiful

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[t-tomuras]

♔ ─── • 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Tenko Shimura x F!reader

Warnings: College / quirkless AU, Tomura is Tenko, mention of breeding, creampie, gentle bullying, orgasm denial, oral ( f receiving ), marking, biting, edging

Wordcount: 7k

Notes: A rework of one of my first ever fics. I.. got carried away. Thank you to beloved kitty cat for reading my insanity

You saw him often in the university’s library, tapping away at whatever handheld he felt like playing on that day while slouched in a beanbag chair, taking advantage of the usual silence in a much less productive way; depending on who you asked that is, certainly not Tenko himself. Sporting his usual ratty hoodie with fraying cuffs and the drawstrings unevenly tugged around him with the hood of it drawn over stylishly unstyled mop of ivory. 

You often wonder what holds his attention so steadfastly, what captivates him for hours, not that you watch him the entire time! You utilize the high speed internet for your class work and research assignments, it’s not your fault that the time you both spend in the common area overlaps so often. Tenko likely needs the wifi too, it only worsens your curiosity. 

You’d like to approach him, you would. Be like anyone else that meanders around him or approaches him without qualm or hesitation. Undeterred by the resting scowl the man wears regardless of what he’s doing, paired with his indifferent affect, painted Tenko as a silent loner.  

He was intimidating to you, simply put. 

It didn’t help that the few people he talked to on a semi-regular basis always seemed to agitate him, or at the very least, he was just indifferent to their presence while he was occupied. 

Can't really say you blame him either though, you were acquainted with one of the pair that stands with him now. 

Well, ‘acquainted’ didn’t seem like the best word to use for the man with dyed onyx locks and more piercings than college credits, Touya Todoroki, better known by the nickname ‘Dabi’. He was from your psych class, hardly spoke and really could hardly ever be bothered to show up to lectures either. He’s a notorious flirt though, your typical ‘bring him home on the holidays to piss off your father’ aesthetic. You’re not sure you’ve ever had a substantial interaction with him outside of Touya stealing (not borrowing as he calls it) your good and expensive pens or rolling your eyes.

And it seems like a common reaction to him in general as you watch Tenko sneering at him while Touya invaded his space, again, today while another… friend, stands idly nearby on his phone as he leans against the desk nearest to the pair.

That one seems much more approachable, relaxed and casual demeanor giving him a more inviting aura. Conventionally attractive with his sandy blond hair artfully disheveled and well cared for facial hair if you didn’t include his unruly brows; he wasn’t quite as tall as the pair before him but had a stockier build to him. He spots your discrete gawking while Touya fights with Tenko over the handheld, grin tugging at full lips as he glances between you and the quarreling duo before he saunters over. 

Too late for you to pretend your attention wasn't held by their hissed whispers and quieted antics or for you to quickly gather your scattered belongings and hightail it from the area, so you opt to straighten your spine and fight the heat stinging your nape. Clearing your throat awkwardly as you close your neglected laptop and the barren research paper left open on the screen.

“Name’s Keigo, Keigo Takami,” he introduces himself first, bending at the waist to lean against the desk you’d commandeered as a workstation for the time being, “something caught your eye, sweets?”  

The way he flashes another grin in a bid to appear just a bit more charming as he rests his chin in his hand annoys you. Keigo is charismatic, you can admit, but you don’t care for it, especially not after being caught staring, so you’re honest with your response, “who’s that guy you were talking to?” 

You know who Tenko is, but he doesn’t need to know the full extent of your interest in him, just that you’re interested in general if not to make it blatantly clear your interest isn't in him specifically. Turning your attention back to your studies as you lift the screen of your laptop again and place your fingers over the keys so you don’t have to watch Keigo visibly deflate at your flippant tone.

He’s quick to recover though, leaning back up to partially rest against the edge of your table like he was across the room, folding his arms over his broad chest as he watches Touya palming Tenko’s face and holding the handheld higher in the air childishly. Keigo’s shoulders sagging as he tilts his head, rolling his eyes as he turns to you, “y’mean Dabs? He’s—“ 

“No,” you state plainly despite how your ears burn a bit now, cheeks feeling warm as you shake your head and turn to look at Keigo’s friends, “not him. The other guy, the one in the hoodie with white hair.” 

Keigo stalls for a moment, blinks almost comically as he dramatically swivels his head between you and the men across the way, “Shimura? You’re asking about.. Tenko?” 

Your brows furrow at his tone, none too pleased with how incredulous he sounds. Almost disbelieving, as if it was an unfathomable concept, and he snorts a bit before he adds, “are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You question rhetorically, tone more than a little clipped, brow cocked in challenge. Now that you think about it, were these two even actually Tenko’s friends? The longer you interact with the blond and watch the other you’d think them more bullies than anything. “Yes, Tenko. Is there a problem with that?”

He’s confused to say the least, but he’s willing to throw Tenko a bone. Raising his hands defensively with a sheepish grin and a placating, “nothing nothing at all. Everyone always asks about Dabi, is all.”

“Dunno why,” rolling your eyes as you completely shut your laptop now, fully understanding you’re not likely to get any work completed right now. Turning to Keigo with a deadpan expression, shifting your body completely so your legs are no longer positioned beneath the desk so you can stand to leave, “Tenko seems like much better company.” You’re shoving your small notepad and pens into your bookbag followed by your laptop as you add, “much better than the company he doesn’t presently seem to want to keep.”

“Whoa whoa, wait a minute, you’ve got it all wrong.” Keigo sighs when you scoff, sliding from the tabletop to stand, holding out his hand for you to take (which you don’t) when you begin to push from your seat before letting it fall to his side once more when you’re on your feet. He’s a little taken aback by this entire exchange, Keigo’s never had an issue with talking to women before but pauses briefly to run his fingers through his sandy blond hair in a calming reflex. Taking a breath before he starts again, shoulders squared as if he was resetting himself, “seems like we got off on the wrong foot sweetheart.” 

You sneer to yourself at the pet name, pushing your chair back in with a finality before Keigo sidesteps into your path to keep you from leaving, though he does still give space so it doesn’t seem threatening. Arms held up again in yet another bid to be disarming, “that’s my bad. Let’s start over.”

He takes a step closer, moving to stand at your side with his arm gestured out as if to guide your path. Amber hues flitting from your unamused scowl to his friends then back again. Jerking his head into the direction of the two whose quiet quarrel has come to a silent stalemate, “C’mon how about I introduce you then,” chuckling to himself as he straightens his spine and shoves his hands into his pockets when your brow quirks with a cute skeptical pout. 

“All in good faith, promise,” signing it with his index drawing an ‘x’ over his heart paired with an admittedly charming wink. 

It makes you smile, causing Keigo to mirror the expression albeit with a much broader and toothy grin before you sigh your agreement. Following quietly behind him when you ask, “how do you know him anyway?”

Keigo keeps his stride short, staying in step with you for the most part while he taps at the screen of his phone that he fished from the deep pockets of his baggy pants, humming first to acknowledge he heard you, though you’re sure he wasn’t fully listening. Surprised when he actually answers your question after finishing his text or whatever it was that he was doing,  “Dabi and I go way back, him and Tenko are dorm mates though. We’ve all known each other since sophomore year, play games together every now’n’again since Tenko mostly likes to stay to himself.” 

You hum in turn, taking in the miniscule amount of information provided and filing it away even though it’s the absolute bare minimum that the blond can provide. Keigo thinks it’s kind of cute too, the interest you’ve taken in Tenko. Genuinely, nobody had ever asked Keigo about Tenko when Touya stood in the same area, not that Tenko was unattractive in the slightest. There was just something about the box dyed bad boy that everyone (man and woman alike, Touya wasn’t finicky) found more alluring than the reclusive man by comparison. It makes him chuckle softly to himself, slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips before you stand before both of the aforementioned men. 

Tenko oblivious to you or overtly disinterested as he focuses wholly on the device in his hands now that his peace is uninterrupted compared to the obvious interest Touya takes in your presence. Standing and leaning against the pillar the beanbag Tenko resides in is leaned against, crossing his arms over his chest as Keigo takes the liberty of introducing you.

“I met a little songbird guys,” closing the distance between himself and Touya before taking a firm hold of Touya’s elbow, “too bad Dabs and I gotta get to our Gender Studies class,” 

Both you and Touya look equally confused before your heart accelerates, thumping against your ribcage the moment Keigo actually begins to leave with Touya, tugging him along with no other explanation or excuse. You likely shouldn’t be but you’re reeling, floundering for Keigo but he’s already ushering his friend away; ultimately throwing you to the wolves despite doing exactly as he said he would, introduce you. 

If you expected him to be a wingman, well, that’s really your own fault, isn’t it?

The door closing upon their exit feels like it echoes, it makes you cringe as you chew at the inside of your cheek nervously. Tenko, however, pays the entire ordeal no mind, already slouching further into his plush seating with his handheld without even so much as an acknowledgement of your presence now that his headache of a roommate was gone. 

A moment passes, a beat of silence before you swivel semi-awkwardly on the balls of your feet. Rocking slightly with hands clasped behind your back before you stop and stand straight again, patting your bookbag lightly while chewing on the inside of your cheek. Going over what you could say now because it was becoming increasingly obvious that Tenko had no intention of speaking at all, only sparing you cursory glances while his fingers rhythmically presses the buttons of what you can see now is a custom skinned steam deck.

Agonizing internally to find something, anything, to say before lamely sighing out a trailing, “so..” 

“So,” he doesn’t even look up from his game, tone even and bored but that does little to deter the desire for conversation.

“My name’s—“ 

“I know who you are. Touya doesn’t shut up about the girl in his psych class that he wants to plow,” you don’t like the indifferent glare he fixes you with. It makes your skin heat, the comment taking you off guard as well, leaving your lips parted without a sound leaving them. Words caught in your throat purely by the shock of how casually Tenko divulges that information to you. 

Touya wanting to fuck anything with legs was no surprise to you, but for him to openly discuss the desire you sleep with you with his roommate? Someone that knows nothing about you? Utterly mortifying, you’re so embarrassed that you stand before him like a deer in headlights and yet it only continues to get worse as Tenko takes your silence for a different sort of realization, especially whenever you glance to the library’s exit. Exhaling a mirthless chuckle, as if this exchange was an annoyance to him now, “you missed your chance though, Keigo likes to cockblock, they’re not even close to being late.” 

“Huh?” He throws you again, recovering enough to express your confusion, “Wait no, actually what?” Missed your chance? Did he think you were simply standing here because you’d wanted to talk to Touya but had a stroke of intentional misfortune?

You can’t help the scoff that escapes you, snorting a bit at the ridiculous notion before it births an incredulous laugh that bleeds into a fit of giggling. Genuinely instead of nervously, long enough you need a moment to recover and for Tenko to pause his game with a curious look, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh, it’s really not funny I swear.” And it isn’t funny to you, honestly, but at least the air doesn’t feel so stiflingly awkward anymore. Your giggling subsides relatively quickly, tapering off into a few breathless sounds as you wipe away stray tears that gathered in your lash line.

“I really don’t understand the big deal about him,” you start after you’ve caught your breath, swiping your thumb a second time at the other corner of your eye but you still wear the smile that accompanied your laughter, “but I have absolutely no interest in Touya.” 

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, “Or Keigo for that matter. I actually really wanted,” trailing slightly but steeling yourself enough to continue, gripping at the cross-shoulder strap of your bookbag, “to talk.. to you?” 

You’re only met with silence and unwavering eye contact that makes you squirm under his gaze. Pulling at your fingers and adjusting the strap of your bag nervously while you wait for heaven fucking knows what and if you weren’t in a library you would’ve screamed by now. 

Then, finally, he smirks, “you’re pretty cute.” 

The squeak that leaves your lips does little to salvage what little of your dignity you feel is intact and your meek, awkward little, ‘thank you’ that only makes him laugh in response just serves to worsen your shame. Ready to bolt and crawl into the safety of your fluffy comforter while you plan how to switch colleges mid-semester.

He scoots over in the tufted, unconventional chair, the millions of beads shifting and groaning beneath his weight earning your attention and pulling you from your internal spiral. Nodding his head to the space he created for you to sit down and whenever you cock your head in confusion Tenko simply rolls his eyes as if your next move should be obvious. When he taps the space he created for you and you still don't grasp the hint he emits a groan as he leans forward to take your hand, tugging you down to sit with him. 

Taken by surprise to say the least but it’s a much more pleasant experience than everything else that’s transpired thus far so settling with him is easily done. Tenko keeps his arm propped up, slinging it over your shoulders to tuck you into him when you finally heed the silent command. He, of course, turns his game back on while you shyly snuggle, tucking your head beneath his as you tentatively rest your head against his shoulder.

Suddenly overly conscious of your breathing and wondering if maybe you’re resting against him too much while trying not to shift and writhe too often before he hums a low, “relax, you’re moving too much.” No bite in his tone and, weirdly enough, it soothes you. Forces you to just let your body grow comfortable against his, but the arm that’s securely looped around you makes it difficult to see his screen.

You peek but he moves so he can see the game past your head. “what’re you playin?” 

“Dead Space,” tilting the device enough so that you both can see the screen without obstruction. Just in time for some gangly, disfigured creature to lunge at his character. Making you jolt at the sudden shock before Tenko demonstrates an important mechanic to the game. Turning the volume up so you can easily hear the sickening squelch accompanying the action of dismembering the enemy, chuckling lowly when you gag at the noise and turn to stare at his unbothered profile, “s’not for everyone.” 

“It’s not so bad, just don’t like the sound design,” in the way that it was incredibly well done enough it elicited physical reactions from you. Settling back into the crook of his throat as you watch him progress in the story. 

Sitting in silence for a moment, long enough for the question to burn on your tongue, comfortable enough now that you don’t register that it could reveal just how often you took notice of him. 

 “Why do you always play in here?” Thankfully, Tenko doesn’t notice. He doesn’t even look away from his screen as he completes a simple puzzle.

“Because Touya is annoying, gets me killed on purpose.” 

“Well,” you lift your head enough so you can tilt into his view, “Touyas in class right now, isn’t he?” 

He pauses the game again, staring at you for a moment before shoving the handheld into the front pocket of his oversized hoodie and rising to his feet; tugging you up with him without uttering a word. Tenko keeps hold of your wrist while leading you out of the library, pausing just long enough when you fumble to straighten your falling bag, “where are we going?” 

“My dorm, you can watch me play on the big screen with the volume up,” he replies so easily and you’re practically giddy at the prospect of being alone with him. 

And, somewhere along the trek from the library to his dorm, his broad palm slips from your wrist into your own to hold you a little more comfortably.  

His dorm is relatively tidy, save for a discarded hoodie or two lying around with a too full trash can beneath the desk that acts like a tv stand but you’ve heard of the horror shows most boys dorms are so you can’t complain. Even Touya’s side of the room was impeccable, bed made neatly compared to the tousled comforter and haphazardly strewn singular pillow on Tenko’s own mattress.

Heart racing for a moment whenever Tenko points for you to sit while he sets up his steam deck to connect to his tv. Taking a seat awkwardly on the edge of his bed, leaning back enough to feign comfortable ease whenever he makes his way to you. Moving his hand in a shooing motion as he climbs in next to you before opting to help arrange your bodies on the plush pillow top so he could start to play. 

Fixing you to situate comfortably in his lap, his chin resting atop your crown with his arms looped around you to grasp his controller; stiff in his hold for only a short while until you relax and lean back against him. Sighing contentedly unknowingly for the last time as Tenko presses start to resume his campaign. You discover quickly that you really don’t like this game much, especially not now with the volume much louder and the picture enlarged to see the gore in vivid detail compared to the smaller screen of his handheld in a public space. Nevermind all the well timed jumpscares and sinister score making you jolt but the chuckle that rumbles in his chest each time is almost worth the torment.

“Scardey-cat,” he teases and you huff, turning your head up and sticking your tongue out at him. 

“M’ not,” you lie, shrugging your shoulders as you sink further into his lap and you pout cutely when you hear his snort in response. Humming a dry, “sure you’re not, that’s why you’re jumping.”

“It’s the truth,” scoffing indignantly, dramatically placing your hand over your chest as if he’s insulted you, “I’m just jerking from trying not to sleep is all!” Cheekily with a higher pitch to your tone and Tenko rolls his eyes with a soft smirk at the corner of his scarred lip before you turn upwards once again. 

“This game is boring Tenko, the jump scares are cheap,” only for you to eat those words a second later when he’s attacked and he laughs at you when you’re startled enough to turn into his chest to hide from the scene reflexively. 

Mocking you by purring out a hushed, “what’s wrong? I thought it was boring?”

“Don’t be mean,” comes your whine, tugging halfheartedly at the fabric of his hoodie before slouching into his chest and crossing your arms. Flustered by the sound of his voice and the soft laughter that reverberates in his chest and with the closeness you can feel it within your own. Clearing your throat as you shift in his hold. Adjusting to sit up, pulling your knees closer to your chest until you’re curled into a tight ball in Tenko’s lap before fiddling with your phone. Growing bored of the device quickly though thanks to all of your social feeds being dead, sighing audibly as you flippantly toss the device onto his mattress to be lost and forgotten before long, the motion pulling some of Tenko’s attention in the quiet treks from objective to objective.

Taking into account this may actually be a bit boring for you, that maybe you don’t want to be scared while watching a game that may not interest you as you spend time with him but the way you hide away and seek solace in Tenko is cute. 

Resigning himself to get to his next save point and log off for the day, possibly offer a trip off campus to a bite to eat, telling you as much with a simple, “are you hungry? I’m about to get off.”

Brightening at the notion of a little impromptu venture together for food, giddy with how comfortable interacting with him feels. Nodding at his question as you sit up to pay attention to the screen again just as a cutscene begins to play but of course there's a scare in it and your ass rubs against his crotch when you flinch. He tries not to get hard, especially whenever he was preparing to quit his game, all Tenko needed to do was finish this quick time event and then he’d be able to save his progress.

Gritting his teeth a bit and flaring his nostrils in agitation at the game as well as to draw in steadying breaths because he does not want to get hard from just a little bit of friction and you think him a creep. 

But it really feels like you know what you’re doing to him the more that you subtly writhe, each wiggle of your hips and brush of your round ass against his crotch alone is really making it difficult to maintain his composure. Your fidgeting eventually makes him miss a key input within the sequence, killing him in the process and starting him over at the beginning of the cinematic.

Controller vibrating violently in his hands from his death and the beginning of the sequence once again. Palms sweating enough he has to wipe them on his casual joggers and you feel a little bad for getting him killed. Frowning when you glance at him from the corner of your eye and see furrowed brows paired with a scowl marring his usually impassive features. 

You think he’s mad at you for getting him killed, rolling your plush bottom lip between your teeth as you shrink into yourself as much as you can. Shimmying lower and unknowingly contributing further for his mounting frustration but in the best of ways that Tenko isn’t used to. Exercising extreme concentration in the hopes of completing this last task without you feeling his swelling cock, already planning on tucking the erection into his waistband until it went away after he’d powered everything down.

But the willpower is waning, nearly eroded to nothing with your soft, “m’ sorry Ten.”

He doesn’t gratify you with a response, just a low hum from the back of his throat before continuing in silence, so focused on willing the blood away from his cock that he misses the last input of the sequence, controller vibrating violently in his palms from damage taken. You tilt up to look at him, pitiful expression on pretty features but Tenko keeps his eyes trained forward. It’s over if he looks at you, he’s sure of it. 

What’s it going to look like to you if he pins you to the mattress now? Flips up your skirt to run his fingers teasingly along your clothed slit until the fabric is dampened? Would you want him to? Would you beg for him? 

Lost in his daydream of degeneracy, Tenko forgets he’s holding you for real and maybe he’ll blame it on that for the way he holds you tightly when it feels like you’re getting up to leave as he gruffs out a gravely “stay put.”

You make a noise, a small one in the back of your throat something akin to a squeak as your fingers wrap around his forearm. Confusion evident and the shift in the atmosphere between you is palpable but you’re unaware of its nature, lips parting to breathe his name when his own voice cuts you off.

“Just stay there,” a command through grit teeth accompanied by a tightened hold.

“Are you okay? I didn't mean to mess you up.” 

Tenko huffs at that, a breathy chuckle as his head hangs, fringe of ivory hanging in his view. You couldn’t possibly still think this was about his now forgotten video game that continues to loop the same cinematic each time he dies, could you? Surely nobody could be this oblivious and he voices as much, “you’re messing with me right? Pretending to be this cute and innocent?” 

You don’t respond, features pinched in confusion, shifting in his hold to try and see his face when you finally feel it. Flinching slightly but you make no attempt to lift away from Tenko, heat stinging rising up your throat and warming your cheeks up to your ears. Was it from your squirming? Just because? Your mouth opens and closes but you're at a loss for words, only managing a dumb, “I wasn't” before gasping at the first vibration against your crotch. 

Accidental at first, purely coincidence with where his controller came to rest in the weighted exchange, charged now as passive features morphing into a darkened expression. A devious smile spreading slowly when you squirm at the sensation, but Tenko’s observant. 

Leaning forward until his lips are against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spin as he teasingly asks, “Does that feel good?” as he pulls your back to rest flush to his chest. Pressing his controller to your mound with a little more pressure than the first time., earning a gasp at the sensation, looking up at him almost pleadingly (for what you aren’t sure) before it vibrates again. 

Tenko’s eyes widening with interest at the sound of your sharp inhale, the way your body tenses against his but you don’t recoil from the contact before he takes on a hooded gaze. Calmly pushing the remote under your skirt as his other hand moves to wrap around your throat, cupping tenderly before craning it to the side to press featherlight kisses along the exposed flesh. Your gasping soon evolves into more unabashedly vocal mewling, your body writhing as the vibrations frequency intensifies the more damage he takes. Tenko adding to the increasingly overwhelming contact by sucking marks into and nipping at your skin, his forearm tensing to push you into the slow rut of his hips. Reflexively grinding back against  Tenko’s stiff length, trying to match the rhythm of his hips only to buck out of sync from the pleasuring shock that shoot up your spine. Toes already curling with the build of sweet release.

“T-Tenko,” you barely manage before he swallows your voice, slightly chapped lips sealing over your plush ones. Whimpering pathetically at the trace of his tongue along the seam before you grant him entrance, tasting one another with languid swipes. Muttering an even softer, “Tenko please.” 

The pitch makes him groan, lids fluttering open but to only half mast as he pulls from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you. “Please, what?” But he doesn’t wait for an answer, pressing the swell of the controller firmly against your clit when it begins to vibrate violently once more. You almost want to scream, even if you did Tenko would be sure to greedily devour the gratifying sound as well. You grasp at his hoodie, the pillow next to you, reaching behind you to thread your fingers into the silky strands of his hair while the other holds Tenko’s wrist in a vice grip as you arch away from his chest. Chest heaving with labored breaths, the coil in your lower belly winding so tightly you can feel yourself on the cusp of your climax it’s almost maddening. 

“Like that, please just like that,” pleading for more, chasing the orgasm you feel tightening in your core, bucking into his hand and the controller he holds. The room feels suffocating the closer you get, the longer you teeter on the edge, only focusing on the vibrations to your clit and the slow steady rut of his hips behind you. The heavy length you feel against the swell of your ass, “I’m so close, fuck.”

You whimper his name when he moves his hand from your throat to flip up your skirt completely now, gripping at thick thighs as he silently spreads you open. Forcing your feet to plant on the mattress on the outer sides of Tenko’s knees, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck as he wastes little time dipping past the seam of your panties . Running his fingers through your wetness before teasing at your entrance, plunging into your embarrassingly soaked cunt with ease and finding a delicious pace with even less effort. Guiding you to rut up in tandem, however jerkily they may be, with every pump, you’ll be careening over the edge in no time, you can feel it. Almost taste it on the tip of your tongue, eyes rolling from pleasure as you breathily babble his name like a muddled mantra but he removes himself from you just as you’re ready to climax. The whine that escapes is pitiful, laden with disappointment as you collapse back against his chest and frustration and a tinge of embarrassment pinching the apples of your cheeks when you’re met with a mocking chuckle. 

“S’pretty cute when you’re frustrated like that you know. Upset you didn’t get to cum baby?” His voice is taunting and it makes you feel pathetic when you nod with moist lashes clumped with unshed, frustrated tears and the kiss he presses to your temple does little to quell the lump the threatens to lodge in your throat, “you’re right though, that game is boring. I like this one better.” 

Your confusion is evident, brows scrunched up cutely as you tilt and angle to give Tenko more access as he trails chaste kisses from your temple to your cheek and along your jawline, “what game?” 

He’s silent as he affords you with tender affections, lips adoring your throat in a way that makes the tension bleed from your shoulders. Though he sends a shiver down your spine when he places one last kiss to the space behind your ear when he whispers his clarification. “The ‘how many times can I deny your orgasm before you start crying’ game.”

Tenko is mean alright, you had it pegged earlier, even in jest, so he fully intends to show you no matter how much you whine. You’re going to be Tenko’s favorite toy right now. A much more interesting sort of entertainment, handling you with a controlled hunger as he removes you from his lap, pulls your modest little skirt and panties away, tugs your asymmetrical sweater over your head and unclasps your bra for you to shrug away. Long fingers wrapping around your forearms just in case you try to hide the view from him as your breasts spill free, “So pretty.” 

He moves to lay down next, guiding your body and arranging you until your cunt is hovering over his face, hot breath puffing against your puffy lips. His hands keep a firm grip on your hips  when you tense after you’re settled to straddle his face. Knees sinking into the downy pillow beneath his head, given a modicum of leeway to sit backwards just enough to see Tenko’s face between your thighs and it does little to calm your nerves as a rush of arousal pools at your cunt at the sight. 

 “Ten I dunno,” voice trailing off without finishing the sentence, not wanting to admit you’ve never sat on anyone’s face before. He’s less than undeterred, however, doesn’t allow you enough time to remove yourself from him due to waning self-confidence before he’s leaning up and pressing a kiss to your puffy clit before lapping broad stripes along your drooling slit causing your fingers to shoot into his hair. The tip of his nose brushes against your clit while he laps at your folds, sending jolts of electricity up your spine and throughout every fiber of your being. The pleasure so encompassing you don’t notice you’re grinding against him until he groans against your core, reaching up to roll a pebbled nipple between his fingers. Unbuttoning his pants and freeing himself from increasingly tightening constraints, gripping his neglected cock and stroking himself while he slurps salaciously at your sticky heat. 

Building you up quickly until your thighs tremble, completely at his mercy (or lack thereof) as pleas tumble from your lips in hushed tones. Each plead punctuated by an uneven roll of your hips against his tongue, stuttering in motion when he sucks cruelly at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You’re so close you can almost taste it only for it to be ripped away again when his large hand holds you in place, “no fuck please Tenko! Please let me cum! I need it, baby please.” 

He hears you, loud and clear despite how tightly your thighs spasm around his ears to muffle the outside world. Growling to himself about having to end his enjoying meal so quickly but you could cum on his face another time and as many times as you wanted but not now. Not yet, patting your thigh for your attention, “get up, you’re gonna’ cream on this cock or not at all.” 

And you’re all too eager to comply, scrambling off of him and to the side, allowing Tenko to pull himself up and lean against his headboard. Swinging your leg over his hips before he’s even fully settled but he doesn’t mind. Chuckling before your arms loop around his shoulders, melding your lips with his as you straddle him. 

You look so pretty like this, desperate for his cock and it shows when you part from the searing kiss with unshed tears clumping your lashes and glassy eyes from being edged for the last hour. 

“I’ve got you,” purred with that alluring gravel to his voice as Tenko grasps his length between you both, running the leaky tip through your soaked slit, coating himself in your slick before positioning himself at your entrance. His free hand firmly holding your hip, applying pressure to sink you down on his length as if you needed the encouragement at all. 

Crimson hues flitting between the way your lips fall open in a silent moan as your head lolls backwards and the way each inch disappears into your greedy cunt. He’s groaning already at the way you squeeze him, walls fluttering around his cock with pleasure at the sudden stretch, trembling slightly when he’s finally sunk you to the base. Wet heat slicking down the curly thatch to the skin of his pelvis when your hips twitch into his. 

“Shit,” Tenko groans out, burying his face against your throat, tongue swiping over the hickies he’d decorated your flesh with earlier while his free hand presses you impossibly closer by the small of your back, “you feel so good. Squeezing me so tight, gonna make me cum already at this rate.” 

You’re whining at the praise, his other hand at your hip helping you bounce on him at the pace you need. It’s so hot in his room now, the smell of sex filling your nostrils and beads of sweat slicking baby hairs to the skin of your face and nape of your neck. Nails raking along his shoulder blades as you chase the high you’d so callously been denied but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t heighten the experience now.  

“Gonna cum baby? Go ahead, you can cum, I won’t stop you. Promise, promise I won’t stop you this time,” he sounds breathless himself, controlled pace steadily forgon in favor of pure instinct. Moving his head from your shoulder to loll against the headboard, a smile spreading on his features when you seize the opportunity to litter the alabaster skin of his throat in dark marks. ““m’close too, I’m gonna cum right there with you. You want that baby, want me to paint those pretty walls white?” 

Tenko already knows the answer is a resounding yes, even before you nod emphatically. Nipping hungrily at his pronounced Adam’s apple when a pointed thrust into that spongy spot within you rips a throaty moan from you. 

Every reaction you reward Tenko with is sinfully sweet, addicting in the worst of ways. You’ll be the death of him in more than just his forgotten game that somehow paused with the lost remote. 

Tenko needs more from you now, everything you could possibly give and within another whispered ‘please Ten, so close’ he knows he’ll have it. Knows that he’ll do the same. 

He’s panting, frenzied, more than beside himself while lost in the throngs of pleasure. Carried away now as one hand tenderly cups the juncture of your throat and his lips brush contrastingly tender kisses to the space below your ear. Gripping your hip as he pins you to the mattress in one swift motion, watching himself disappear into your divine heat once more before you pull him down to you. Clawing at his shoulder blades like the momentary distance was an utter betrayal and he hums against your lips, parting again but not nearly as far. 

Just enough to look you in the eye, the tips of your noses almost brushing and warm breath fanning over flushed cheeks when he asks, “want me to breed you? Want me to fill you full until it sticks?” 

Wholly aware of how deranged that comment is considering he’d just met you but he doesn’t care and by the way you keen so prettily you don’t seem to hate the idea either.

Far from.

Moaning out in pitched whines near bordering screams, silencing yourself sinking your teeth into the soft flesh and taut muscles of his trapezius. You can feel his release nearing, feel him twitching within your walls but he’s being generous; shoving his hand where your bodies meet and pressing his thumb to your swollen bud so at the very least you can experience sweet rapture first. 

And you do, quickly. 

It only takes a few hasty yet methodical circles before you finally, finally, finally climax, gasping for air and convulsing against him in a shuddering orgasm with his name on your tongue. 

The intensity of your own high hurdles Tenko into his own demise, spilling his release into you seconds after yours racks through you and milking each jerking thrust he gives. It takes a moment before you both regain your bearings, labored breathing slowing into even drags with his softening cock still buried inside your warmth. 

Lamenting the lost feeling of complete fullness when Tenko untangles himself from you to rise from bed. Sitting up after him, delightful daze doused by a metaphorical bucket of frigid water as you assume the worst when Tenko reaches for a clean rag from his nightstand to clean himself up. 

Suddenly a little self-conscious as you lift your arm to cover your exposed breasts. Clenching your thighs when you kick them over the side of his bed at the warmth that seeps from your abused cunt. Already searching for your clothes thinking you’ll be told to leave soon.

Tenko frowns when you reach for your discarded garments, gently taking your hand as your fingers grasp at your abandoned sweater. Raising your hand while stroking himself erect once more, “we’ve still got time,” bending at the waist to be within your field of view before pulling you to stand with him. Tentative smile spreading on your lips as Tenko steps backwards and guides you to follow until he’s sat on the edge of Touya’s bed, pulling you to straddle him.

“I like to play games to completion,” the line is corny admittedly and it makes you giggle but that’s subconsciously what Tenko wanted. For you to relax once more because he truly has every intention of still being buried to the hilt in you when Dabi came back from class.

#vixen writes #tenko shimura x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #tenko x reader #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader

[deepdisireslonging]

No Cum November Part 4: Study Session Number Two

Sam pins you in the library for another round… no matter who is around.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings/Promises: public SMUT, risk of being caught, dirty talk, edging

Word Count: 430

Note: I’m getting better and keeping things short and sweet. You know what’s not short? Sam’s fingers. On that note, reblogs are wonderful. They’re a good way to tease your Tumblr friends. Happy reading!

Part 3: Good Clean Fun

The school library was relatively empty at two am. A few late-night studiers occupied the center tables, their books and computers taking up all the space. At least one of them had given up and was snoring across a book.

Which was fine by you and Sam. The student’s snoring covered up the noise the two of you were making.

With the day being a hot one, you dressed the part. A sundress to match the last of the season’s heat, which had started a heat in Sam. But then the library was cold. So, he gave you his “borrowed” college merch. Sam being Sam, you could have been built like the biggest linebacker and you’d still have plenty of fabric in the sleeves to pull over your frozen fingers.

Those same sweater paws were now shoved up against your mouth while Sam had his way with you against the bookshelf.

Sam’s arm held you upright, while his other hand steadied himself against the shelf. Your thighs squeezed tight, trapping Sam’s length between them. His thrusting over your bare sex caught your clit often, while the movement itself kept you plenty pliant. Your bottom lip was going to be swollen from biting it so hard to stay quiet. Still, the occasional hum from you or grunt from Sam had attracted attention.

“The library guard is coming, Y/N. Where’s my cum gonna go? Pick or-“

“Inside me. Please. Inside-“

He covered your mouth with his hand. “Don’t cum.” A second later you were shuddering as he released inside you. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was pulling down your skirt and rushing to lean against the opposite shelf.

The guard walked by. He barely spared either of you a glance.

Sam slightly turned to make sure the guard kept walking. You looked through the shelves the other way, watching a bored librarian scroll through something on her phone. Sam’s breath suddenly next to your ear made you jump. His arm caught you again. But this time, he kept a hand free to toy with your slick.

“That was a close one. If we had gotten caught, would you have cum?”

You shook your head, fighting not to cum as he toyed with your clit.

“Of course not. You’re too obedient for that.” He kissed your temple before sliding his fingers into your mouth to clean off. “I think we’re done here.”

Picking up the books you two had found, hidden between texts on the Greek god Priapus, he guided you with a hand on your lower back to check-out.

***

Part 5: 2 AM Quickie

#winchester x reader #reader insert #Sam Winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #supernatural

[hotchfiles]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [GLASS TIES] ❞

request by lovely anon who loves isaac and pain. pairing: isaac lahey x reader. summary: isaac and you share the perfect summer fling. those ties don't last when summer ends. content warnings: mentions of sex and death. there's like a huge teen wolf spoiler but i mean the show is over for years now. word count: 1,4k+

working during summer wasn't your ideal way to enjoy the warm days and freedom from school work, unfortunately the city library needed help and you needed all the extra crap possible to make your resume look nice, full and interesting for colleges, so you'd spend three afternoons a week helping nerdy teens and old ladies find the books they wanted, register it as they borrowed it and more recently, read to a group of children once a week.

it wasn't the worst job, it could be quite fun... but it was mostly just silence, quietness and a bit of boredom, you enjoyed having access to that many books, but even you got tired of reading after a while, so when the most beautiful guy you've ever seen waited for you to notice him, you were busy laughing at your phone like an idiot.

and he could've faked a cough or anything of the sort to call you out, but instead he decided to simply lean down and insert his head in between your face and your phone, looking directly at you as he did so and making you screech from the scare. "oh my god, what're you doing?"

"getting your lazy ass back to work, apparently." he's nonchalant, his smirk makes him annoyingly handsome, and you'd remember those eyes and those curls anywhere.

isaac lahey, a year older than you, blue eyes, golden curly locks, greek god possibly. you blinked quickly and shook your head, so nervous you couldn't even think of a comeback to his sneaky comment. "so-sorry, do you need help?"

"need a book."

"good, we have some of those here, yes." you found your breach to tease him and you took it without even thinking, trying not to panic as the words left your mouth. isaac enjoyed it though, laughing and nodding along.

"sure, yeah, sorry. werewolves, uh, the less... fictional the better." you're about the laugh it off, yeah right. but he was completely serious, if only a bit concerned about having to ask for those.

you nodded and thought for a minute, putting up key words on the system to see if you could find anything. "we have some really old ones in our more special section, but they can't leave the building. also i wouldn't call them non fictional... i mean, werewolves right?" you shrug, chuckling lightly and he's oh, extremely amused, genuine laughing and you're not sure why. "but uh... they're quite old and kinda damaged, so we don't really know what the purpose of it was."

you take him to the back of the library and shows him the two books you mentioned, they are big, old and dusty and isaac has the time of his laughing laughing at how much you were sneezing back there. "glad you're having fun, but lower your voice, funny boy." you whisper shaking your head disapprovingly, but your smile was too difficult to hide.

you go back to the reception after telling him the library rules again, thinking that would probably be it; but it wasn't.

he took the books to where you were working, taking the closest table to you. he would spend minutes on end just reading, looking beautifully focused, but then he would glance at you and catch you staring at him, isaac would then smile, tell you to go back to work as you told him to keep his voice down.

it was the most fun you had since the summer started.

isaac went back to the library every day after that, shamelessly leaving if you weren't working until he memorized the days you would be there. he truly wasn't much of a library guy, but he enjoyed spending time with you there. it was quiet, much quieter than his mind and his life, but still, it wasn't boring, at least not for him.

after the first week the books didn't matter, not giving him much more information for what he was going through, making you blush though, that mattered a lot and he noticed he was quite good at it.

he was getting used to having girls looking at him more, but something in you stood out. he figured out soon it was simply the fact you've been secretly glancing at him even before he changed. turned.

you would make comments as he walked you home after your shift ended, and he knew you didn't even notice how endearing it was or how much of a tell it was, so not a bike guy anymore? or you gained some weight, right? like, not in a bad way, not that gaining weight is bad, you're just... stronger now.

isaac felt connected to you somehow because of that, you had no idea of what he was, or how bad his life was before, but still, you liked him even then, even when he was broken and you didn't even know him. knowing someone paid some attention to him back then gives him conflicted feelings, but most of them are good. warm. tender.

you make him feel soft. and normal. and wanted. and he knows he could've made his move on you much sooner, but oh, he enjoyed the pining, the blushing, the way you bit your lower lip and tucked your hair behind your ear whenever he complimented you. he enjoyed the teasing too much.

after he kissed your lips for the first time though, he figured out what he enjoyed more than the teasing.

you.

being a werewolf in a freak city meant he didn't always have the amount of time he wished he had to spend with you. but that summer, all the time he had at his dispose was spent with you. calling you, texting you, working with you.

he would take you to late night movies, bowling and ice cream, so terribly charming even when he awkwardly ended up meeting your mom after sneaking in and cuddling with you all night, she adored him. gave him a pass to sleep over as long as he didn't sneak in and the door to your room was always open.

you both followed the rules strictly, but your mom wasn't a light sleeper, so what started with you guiding his hand down your pants ended up with him taking your virginity. slowly, quietly, tenderly. he locked eyes with you and didn't glance away for one second that night. told you words that were probably too soon to be said.

the three words left your lips like a secret, matching his.

things changed when summer ended, school coming at you in full speed.

and maybe it was your fault, with all ap classes, extracurricular, volunteer works you put yourself through, or maybe it was the naivety of not asking what you two were, of not labeling what you both shared before the outside world came into play.

or maybe it was isaac's fault, and the way his outspoken personality sometimes served as a shield to his secretive actions. whatever it really was, you would barely see each other at school, each with your own little friend group, different classes, you were lucky to catch him in the hallways, where he would smile at you and touch your hand lightly as if you two were a secret.

were you? not exactly, but isaac wanted to keep you away from the mess, away from the killing, the blood, the fear. he didn't want to taint what you both had, so the more you didn't have time, the more he got away from you, slipped from your fingers.

and before you could even fight it, try anything to keep him, there was allison.

laughing with him, touching his arms, knowing things about him you would never dream about, you could see it, even from afar, the eyes of two people who connected.

confidants.

it broke you. but you couldn't do anything about it, you felt like it was your fault, as if your oh so busy academic life pushed him away. you let him go, no more texts, no more looking for a glance and a soft touch pass the hallways.

for weeks it was almost like it never happened, like your life was ever the same, like it didn't change past summer. of course you would go through the texts you shared from time to time, shed a few tears and pretend to get over it. and it worked.

until he was at your door sobbing. bloody. completely lost.

allison was dead. and nothing would ever be the same again.

#isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey scenario #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x you #isaac lahey x y/n #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf scenario #isaac x reader #isaac x you #isaac x y/n #reqs! #i kinda hate it but #IT IS WHAT IT IS

[embervoices]

With gratitude to @cuubism for letting me borrow Bookstore Cryptid Dream's Library.

The phone rang.

Once he had determined that it was possible to have a phone only ring at certain times, or for certain people, Aziraphale had seriously considered disconnecting the landline for his bookshop in favor of having the number forwarded automatically to the device Crowley had acquired for him.

This sufficiently worried his vintage phone that it promptly began call filtering for him to prove to the angel its continued worth. Aziraphale hadn't so much noticed, as determined that the landline wasn't really enough of a bother to be worth altering.

Thus, when the landline rang well after the bookshop's (admittedly dubious) business hours when Crowley was already sitting across from him in the back room, Aziraphale nevertheless did not hesitate to answer.

"Aziraphale, I need your help!" Anathema explained in a very slightly (read: incredibly) distressed tone.

"Whatever is the matter?"

"I lost the book."

Aziraphale blinked. Anathema's hands weren't exactly audibly flapping, but Aziraphale had no trouble picturing them nevertheless.

"Well, not lost, exactly. I… burnt it."

"You what!?"

"I burnt it!"

Aziraphale's eyebrows furrowed. "I thought it was already burnt in the fire-that-wasn't? I still have the little slip of loose paper from the final prophecy here in my desk."

"Oh! No, not that one. That one is fine. Yes, singed still, that's true, but I have all the index cards so it's ok." She kindly didn't mention that she'd noticed the missing prophecy. She was a touch relieved to know whose hands it had ended up in. "No, what I mean is, the next day a whole second book arrived, and Newt helped me decide I didn't want to be a professional descendant for the rest of my life. So I burnt it!"

"Oh dear."

"YES 'Oh Dear'! Now everything has gone strange again and I don't have the book!"

Aziraphale nodded to himself, peeking out the windows into Soho. "Things have gone rather strange, haven't they?"

Crowley snorted in the background. Aziraphale waved him away with a hand.

"Hmm. I may know a solution. How soon can you get to my bookshop, Anathema?"

She hummed. "Well, I suppose Newt could drive me. So, what, an hour?"

"That will do nicely. He always did keep late hours."

"Who, Newt?"

"An old friend, of a sort. Or a rival."

"Crowley?"

Aziraphale laughed. "Of course not! Well, perhaps he is a bit like Crowley in some ways, come to think of it, but not in any personal sense, anyway. This is more of a professional rivalry. You'll see."

"Okay, we'll be there soon."

Aziraphale hung up the phone, and turned to his beloved demon.

Crowley raised an eyebrow.

"You're taking her to the Library? At this hour?"

"It's not as if his hours are any more coherent than mine."

Crowley snorted, nodding. "So what's she looking for? An impossible grimoire? You know he won't give those out to just anybody."

"And nor should he, considering what happened last time one of them got out!"

"Right. So you're introducing the known, actually-rather-talented hereditary witch to the Library because…?"

"Oh come now, you know she can be trusted. Besides, this is more a matter of family business."

"Whose family?"

"Hers."

Crowley grinned. "Oh, this should be interesting."

Aziraphale gave him a mischievous smirk. "Indeed!"

#good omens #bookstore cryptid dream #cuubism #Aziraphale #Crowley #Anathema #crossover #riffing #side quest

[leasstories]

Our Love Story

Part 2: Late nights

Part 1 - Part 3

Eddie Munson x bookworm!reader (gn)

No trigger warning.

WC: ≈1.4K

Based on our song by Taylor Swift

Eddie and you have been going on dates for a month now. At your third date, two weeks ago, Eddie officially asked you to be his partner. You literally squealed when Eddie asked you to be official. Eddie and you have been living an idyll ever since your first date. You even stopped going to the library during lunch to sit with Eddie at the Hellfire table. Before dating Eddie, you were almost invisible to everyone, but ever since the two of you started dating, the basketball team finally noticed you, but not in a good way. They just started making fun of you and your relationship with Eddie. For now, you don’t care, you just don’t listen to what they have to say, and Eddie constantly praise you to make up for their words. You don’t care about what they think, the only thing that matters is what your boyfriend thinks. If you could, Eddie and you would spend every waking moment together, unfortunately, you haven’t told your parents yet about your new and first boyfriend.

Eddie is alone, in his bed. He was trying to strum his acoustic guitar (or Dragon Slaying Machine as he calls it). But none of the sounds coming out sounded right to Eddie’s ear. Eddie is missing you, you usually inspire him, but not tonight. You didn’t see each other that much today because you had a lot of high school work to do, assignments to hand over. That’s why, today you didn’t eat at Eddie’s table, and he missed you more than he would ever admit to his fellow friends. After strumming his guitar, Eddie tried focusing on his next campaign, but he can’t focus either. He throws his notebook to the ground and take in his hand a polaroid he took of you at Lover’s Lake the day he officially asked you to be his partner. He looks at it, wanting to be with you at the moment. He tries to picture you, right now, in your room, reading the latest book you borrowed from the library. Eddie can’t wait to see you next so you can tell him all about the book you’re currently reading. Eddie is trying everything he can think of to busy himself. He even started putting a horror movie but can’t focus on the plot. All he can think about is you. That’s how, at 11pm, Eddie puts his jackets and combat boots on, he takes his van’s key on the counter and gets out of his trailer, slamming the door. Every second seems an eternity without you by his side. Eddie climbs in his van and drives like a maniac to your house. Eddie parks his van in a parking a few houses down your street. He turns his music off and stumble out of his van with how excited he is to see you.

Meanwhile, you’re in your bedroom. You’re really missing Eddie, the only problem is that in the month you started dating none of you gave each other’s phone number, so you can’t call Eddie and you’re way past your curfew so you can’t come over to his trailer. You try to read the book you just borrowed from the library, but you can’t focus, the words don’t make sense to you, all you’re thinking about is Eddie. That’s why you decide to go to your desk, and you start drawing Eddie. You’re not the best artist ever but you try.

While you’re focus on your drawing, you hear something hit your window, the first time it happens you think nothing of it but when it starts happening again and again, you sigh, get up from your desk and go to your window. You open it and look downstairs to find Eddie, throwing rocks at your bedroom.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper-yell.

“Can I come in?” Eddie asks.

“Eddie, if my parents find you here, they are going to kill the both of us!” You whisper-yell again.

“Promise I’ll be discreet.” Eddie pouts.

You concede and fully open your window. Eddie clumsily climbs to your window, using the nearest tree. He then stumbles into your bedroom and immediately hugs you. You hug Eddie back, tight.

“I missed you today” Eddie says in your hair.

“Missed you too Eds… I’m sorry I was so busy.” You answer.

“You have nothing to be sorry for Sweets.” Eddie tells you gently.

After hugging for a few minutes, you both reluctantly part and Eddie takes his boots and jackets off.

“I’m sorry for my pajamas…” you say a bit embarrassed.

“Can I tell you what I think of you in these pajamas?” Eddie asks. You curiously nod.

“I think you’re super cute.” He says before kissing your cheek. You blush at Eddie’s words. While Eddie curiously explores your bedroom, you quickly hide the drawing you just started. It is the first time ever Eddie is in your room, it is the first time ever a boy is in your room, so you let him explore and meanwhile you go sit on your bed.

After a while Eddie joins you on the bed and asks. “Wanna lay down for a bit?”

You nod, and lay down, Eddie holding you from behind. You don’t talk that night now; you just enjoy each other’s company. You end up falling asleep in Eddie’s arms, but when you wake up the next morning, Eddie isn’t with you anymore. At first, you wonder if you dreamt it, but when you see the open window and a small note on your bedside table you know Eddie was really there.

Scribbled on the little note Eddie gave you his phone number, followed by: So you can reach out to me whenever you want. I love you Sweets. -Your Eddie. Eddie even drew a little heart next to the word ‘Sweets’. You put the note on your desk and get ready for the day ahead.

A few days later, it is also late at night, and you start realty missing Eddie. This time you did see each other pretty much all day, but it wasn’t enough for you. At first you consider calling him but you’re afraid of seeming too clingy. But when missing Eddie became too unbearable for you, you gave up on fighting the urge to call him, braced yourself, took the small phone in your room and dialed his number.

It rings three times before Eddie answers. “Munson Residence, how may I help you.”

You decide to be a bit creative and try being as theatric as Eddie. “I’m looking for a Dungeon Master named Edward Munson.” Eddie hates when you call him Edward.

“I don’t know an Edward Munson I’m sorry, I know an Eddie though?” Eddie says in his theatrical voice.

“Maybe I got his name wrong. Can I talk to Sir Eddie Munson.” You say, still playing along.

“That’s me.” Eddie says, you can hear his grin through the phone. “What can I do for you Sweets.” Eddie says.

“I’m sorry if I seem too clingy and if I do, you’re allowed to tell me, but I missed you.” You earnestly tell him.

“First of all, I love clingy. Second of all, I honestly missed you too.” Eddie says, smiling.

“Can we talk until I go to bed?” you shyly ask.

“Of course, Sweets, you don’t even need to ask.” Eddie says gently.

Eddie starts telling you all about the next D&D campaign he is planning and how none of his little sheep are ready for what’s coming. He is being patient with you when you don’t understand some D&D terminology and he explains it all, even if he already explains some of those things to you. You then tell him all about the last book you finished. After some time, you start yawning.

“I love you Eds” you tell him.

“I love you too Sweets.” He answers. “You wanna go to bed?” he asks.

“I’m already in bed. Can you read me The Hobbit for a while please?” you ask.

“Of course,” Eddie says before starting reading The Hobbit to you. Eddie is making a different voice for each character and is really invested in the story. After several minutes, he can hear your little snores. He finds it so adorable. He closes his book and speaks. “Goodnight, Sweets, I love you.” Before hanging the phone up. And that’s how all of your late-night talk over the phone with Eddie started.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson is a sweetheart #our love story series #based on a song #Spotify

[anapotatowriter]

You belong with me

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: I was listening to “You belong with me” by Taylor Swift in the bus, and the idea for this story just kinda struck me. It ain’t amazing, but it’s what I whipped up in like, 2 hours?

Summary: Y/N loves Five. Five loves Dolores. Dolores loves herself. :)

Contains: Swearing, some spoilers for books, AU where everyone’s a normal teenager.

ALSO, NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 (Though seriously, if you haven’t watched season 3 yet, what are you doing here?)

Requested: Hell nah

“Come on Delores, meet me halfway here!” yelled my neighbor into his phone, loud enough for me to hear in my room on the other side of the street. “It was just a joke!” I heard him defend, the wide-open windows allowing me to hear his side of the conversation. I sighed at his upset expression before turning back to my homework, the blaring questions on chemistry burning my eye sockets. I pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers, exhausted by the school week already. It was only Tuesday! The cool autumn air carried Five’s voice through my own window, the chill leaving goosebumps in their wake. I looked back up from my homework to see him listening to Dolores intently, his eyebrows creased in exhaustion. I stared at him longingly, the stress making my own heart sink. Of course, everyone knew who Delores was. She was basically the queen of our school, the whole short skirts, high heels, and cheerleader persona. Five was more surprised that everyone else at school when Dolores asked him, the broody nerd, out for coffee. I remembered that first sting in my heart like it was yesterday.

“Come one Y/N, we have to study!” exclaimed Five, pouring over a math textbook as thick as his face. “I want a nap!” I snapped back, slamming my fist against the table. “Shhhh!” I heard the librarian whisper yell for the fifth time, making me roll my eyes. “If I work for 30 minutes, you let me take a nap. Deal?” I asked the boy. “Deal,” he nodded, before beginning to explain fractals and Newton’s theory to me again from the top as I pretended to listen to his rant. That’s when a distinct sound of stilettos colliding with wooden flooring echoed through the rather large library. “You’re… Five, aren’t you?” an airy voice echoed from behind me, making Five look up from his book and my turn around. There she stood in all her glory, short brown hair framing her sharp jawline and nose, pink clips holding her bangs in place. “I am… why do you ask?” asked Five, trying to appear unaffected, though his confusion was revealed through his indifferent mask. “Just thought… maybe we could go get coffee sometime? I’ve always wanted to try a nerdy boy,” she giggled, twirling a pink string between her fingers. “Uh… yeah, uh, sure! 7 p.m. tonight?” stammered Five, making Dolores giggle and nod before walking away, hips swaying. “... am I dreaming? Or was that my crush just asking me out?” asked Five in a daze as soon as she was out of earshot. I felt a pang in my heart, watching the boy I loved get asked out by another girl. “Sure was,” I muttered under my breath before picking my bag up and getting up to leave. Five didn’t stop me, too involved in his daydream to notice me leave. I left hurriedly, chest aching as my heart sank.

“Y/N?” I heard a voice ask, making me look up from a copy of Wonder that I had probably borrowed from a friend and forgotten to return. “Oh Five. Hey,” I said awkwardly, regretting my choice of clothes, mostly made up of neutral colors. “Hey, isn’t that my book?” he asked. I looked down at the book to turn to the first page where his name was written in black ink. “Oh, yeah. Do you want it back?” I offered, holding the book out to him in a limp grip. “No, it’s fine. I’ve read the book enough times anyway. What do you think of it?” he asked, sitting down next to me on one of the park benches. “Honestly, Miranda is my favorite character. She always feels like a fish out of water, even though Via and August love her so much. She wants that life for herself, not realizing her own worth. It gives me hope that one day I’ll also get to realize the good in me,” I stated, caressing the book while avoiding eye contact with Five. “I think I like Via the most. She seems perfect, with an amazing boyfriend and family, but she has so much missed in her life because of her best friend,” replied Five, looking up at me through his eyelashes, green eyes twinkling with mirth. “Uh huh… does this best friend happen to be the most brilliant person ever?” I replied mockingly, posing outrageously before bursting into laughter, Five quickly joining in the chorus of chuckles. A strand of hair fell onto my face, which Five quickly pushed behind my ear, the light brush of his fingers against my skin making my heart speed up. He relaxed, slouching slightly against the bench while animatedly talking about his science project. “Why doesn’t he see that it’s so easy with me,” I thought to myself as he smiled at me, answering the question I asked about his project.

“Oh, Five! Why are you hanging out with this… loser? Don’t keep me waiting,” I sugary sweet voice called, a car revving to a stop in front of the park bench, making me cringe “Coming love,” replied Five, his face falling. “Five, are you sure you’re fine?” I asked, grasping hold of his hand as he moved toward the highlighter pink car. “I’m fine,” he muttered, trying to convince me with a half-hearted grin. “I know you better than that, Five. What are you even doing with a girl like that?” I asked, making him shake his head and walk away, climbing into the pink car. His dark hair and jeans collided with the princessy attitude of the car. He seemed out of place as the car drove away, and a last glance was thrown my way. I sighed, standing up and abandoning the park bench, the book lying alone on the bench.

I heard a knock on my bedroom window, startling me awake off the bed. I glanced at the clock next to my bed from my position on the ground to read 01:28. Who was knocking at my window at this hour? I swished the curtains of my window open to see Five standing on the ground, his face a few inches below the ledge. “Five? Come on up,” I stated, making the boy clamber onto the ledge into my room, immediately beginning to face the length of my carpeted floors. “Five? What’s wrong?” I asked as I sat on the bed, making him turn towards me, a glossy look in his eyes that only meant one thing.

“Oh no! Sweetheart, what happened?” I asked, making him sit next to me and pull me into a desperate hug. He rested his head on my shoulder, the material of my shirt quickly soaking from the salty tears. “What is it darling?” I asked softly, moving him so he could lay down, his head placed in my lap. “It was a fucking joke. A bet,” he said through sniffles, immediately making my back stiffen. “Do you want me to beat her up? I’m sure one good punch would get rid of all that plastic surgery she’s gone through,” I said seriously, hoping to make the boy smile. The boy chuckled through tears, making me smile as I carded my fingers through his hair, his eyes slowly relaxing. “If you hear a voice, in the middle of the night, saying it’ll be alright, it will be me,” I hummed, making the boy nuzzle his face into my thigh. I continued singing the song, one of Five’s childhood favorites, filled with memories of sugary ice lollies, buttery popcorn, grazed knees, and fireflies. Soon, quiet snores filled the room, just as the song came to a close. I placed a gentle kiss on the boy’s forehead before switching off the lights, shrouding the room ins darkness. I eased myself away from Five, picking up my pillows and moving them to the ground, leaving Five to rest on the bed.

“Y/N, wait up!” I heard a voice yell, making me pause in my tracks to wait for Five to catch up. He joined me and I started ranting about my math professor, who insisted that he would not share any of the presentations he showed in class. “I mean, what’s his problem if we have an additional source? I need everything I can get to prepare for exams!” I complained, the boy nodding along to my complaining. The bell rang, symbolling the end of the school day. “Hey Five,” cut a shrill voice, immediately stopping both of us in our tracks. Dolores stalked towards us, her heels making a thudding sound against the linoleum floors. “I wanted to talk to you… privately?” she sneered in my direction before looking at Five sweetly. “Five, don’t do it,” I disagreed vehemently, pulling at the end of his sleeves to walk away from Dolores. “Go on ahead, Y/N. I’ll see you,” stated Five, gently unclasping my fingers from his shirt before walking away with Dolores. “AGH,” I yelled, kicking one of the lockers beside me, the empty corridor echoing my yell. I walked out of the building angrily, my heart clenched and my shoulders tensed. I slammed my bag into the wall as soon as I walked into my room. Pressing my face into the pillow as angry tears pricked my eyes. “AGHHHHH,” I yelled into the pillow, my voice muffled by the layers of cloth and stuffing. “Y/N?” A voice questioned some 15 minutes later, making me look up at my room’s door to see Five standing there, a concerned expression on his face. “Are you o-” he started to ask before I interrupted him. “No. Five Hargreeves, you will now listen to me. DO NOT go back to Dolores, of all people! I know she’s pretty, smart, and has the perfect looks and the perfect grades, but can’t you see what she is doing to you? Oh, I remember you, driving to my house in the middle of the night, I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry! I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams… I know where you belong, I know it’s with me!” I said without a pause, before stopping to see Five frozen in place, his lips slightly parted in shock. I breathed deeply before taking a hold of Five’s hands. “Can't you see that I’m the one who understands you? I’ve been here all along, so why can’t you see? That you belong with me?” I stopped myself from saying anything more, biting my lip and waiting expectantly for his response, grasping his hands tightly. “I went to tell Dolores that I don’t love her. That there’s someone else I know, who’s been here my whole life, and who I hope will be there the rest of my life,” said Five, gazing softly into my eyes, his pupils dilated to reveal just a thin sliver of forest green. “It’s you. Y/N, it’s always been you,” proclaimed Five, leaning forward just the tiniest bit. His lips pressed to my forehead, sealing his words into reality. 

#Five x reader #Five hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #dolores x reader #AU #Tua

[auroraesmeraldarose]

Aurora/ Gale BG3 fic 2…

Gale BG3 x Named Tav AFAB

Also available on my AO3, same username :) Written on my phone and pre-caffeine, so please forgive formatting, errors, SPAG etc.

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Gale had quite a library in and around his tent, stacks of books on the floor, his camp desk, the stool he used as a table next to his bedroll. Aurora eyed them greedily; back home, a million lifetimes away, she had amassed a library of her own, and written a fair few notebooks full of her own curving handwriting. She loved to read and to learn, and seeing Gale’s little portable library filled her with longing. It had taken a few days for her to gather the courage to ask to share in his books; he was quite protective of them, and she had noticed how gently he turned the pages of some of the older tomes. The group were enjoying a well-earned rest after an overnight journey that had lasted into the next morning, and most were in their own tents relaxing, napping, entertaining themselves. Aurora had spent a good half-hour watching Gale from the opening of her own tent, which sat next to his, as he leafed delicately through pages, sprawled on a rug on the floor. She tried not to stare, but found the way his fingers were almost caressing the pages as distracting as the thought of the knowledge within the books themselves. Gathering her courage, she quietly walked the few steps from her tent to his.

“I am so envious of your books, Gale. I do miss my own...” Aurora’s voice was quiet, half hoping not to disturb his reading, half hoping he would invite her to take a seat, and a book.

“If you would like to join me, and borrow one, please, be my guest! I do feel we could always do with a little more scholarship.” Gale had looked up from his book, smiling, and waved a hand towards the nearest pile, then patted the ground next to him. Eyes lighting up, Aurora grabbed the book atop the pile, a collection of stories about the various gods of Faerun, and plonked herself down across from Gale, her elbow on her knee, chin in her palm.

For a while neither spoke. Gale pretended to be reading his own book, while really watching her over the top of it. He found it easy to be distracted by Aurora, though he tried not to show it. As she read, her face sank into her hand, emerald eyes deeply absorbed in the page. She chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully and her brow furrowed a little in concentration as she turned the page. He tried to see the section she was reading, not wanting to distract her, but intensely curious about what had caused that little crease in her freckled forehead. As her face wrinkled further into a look of confusion, he couldn’t help himself.

“You look… Pensive, Aurora?” It was a question, not a comment.

“I just… I don’t understand it, Gale.” Her eyes flickered up from the page, to his face, then back down to the words in front of her again.

“Don’t understand what? Perhaps I may be of assistance?” He leaned towards her and looked at the upside-down page.

“These gods, I’m reading about… They aren’t kind, they’re cruel and capricious and I just… I don’t understand why anyone would choose to serve them, let alone want to become one.” The words had fallen from her mouth without consideration, prompted by his earnest interest. It did not take long for her to regret them.

“Ah. Easy words, spoken by one who has never been the chosen, the lover of a deity.” He replied calmly, matter of fact, without any real emotion, but Aurora’s face scrunched into a wince of regret and shame.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” her face flushed pink, “I forgot, I wasn’t…” Aurora’s voice trailed off, and her eyes didn’t meet his face, gazing down at the book on her knees instead.

“You are fortunate, to be capable of forgetting such a thing.” Gale’s voice was even quieter in his response, which did nothing to ease the anxiety she felt over such a stupid blunder.

“I’m sorry, Gale, I truly didn’t mean to insult you.” Aurora’s hand was on his arm now, and her face, which she managed to turn up to him with great effort, wore a look of desperate, embarrassed pleading. “Please, forget what I said. It was foolish, I didn’t think.”

“Not a problem, you are quite entitled to feel that way. Perhaps if I had known you back then, I would have made different choices. Perhaps my life would have taken a rather different turn. It is… beyond all imagining, to be the chosen of a goddess like Mystra, so I am unsurprised that it is difficult for you to understand.” Gale’s voice was still calm, factual, as if speaking to a student.

“Beyond all imagining?” Aurora’s voice, a little wobbly, now sounded cold, as though there were a shard of ice in it. She took her hand from his arm abruptly, as though burned by the touch.

“Beyond the heavens and the earth, the hells even. It is… indescribable.” Gale’s voice was distant, as if coming from a long way off. It made Aurora’s stomach twist, to hear him describe his relationship with a goddess who had forsaken him, abandoned him, tortured him, in that voice.

“And I suppose, no foolish mortal could ever compete with a goddess like that?” The ice had given way to venom, and though the words were delivered quietly there was a bitter poison in them. Aurora’s face had changed, too, with those words; her eyes narrowed, though she looked down at the ground rather than his face, the emeralds of her irises seemed darker. Gale looked intently at her, studied the tone of voice, the eyes. Was she judging him? Or could it be… he hardly dared to hope, but could it possibly be jealousy? He chose his next words thoughtfully.

“I… once believed that, yes.” The voice was not distant now, though still quiet, he was very much there with Aurora. He quite enjoyed the way her eyes widened again at those words, and watched her face carefully as she took in what he had said; confusion first, and then, something else… Something happier, hopeful even.

“Once?” Aurora’s gaze moved to Gale’s face now, the darkness gone, eyes shining bright once more. Her heart felt as though it had stopped in her chest, and would not beat again until she had his reply. She did not dare to breathe.

“Once, yes. Now, I am not so sure. There is a great deal I am not sure of.” Gale’s reply was almost a whisper, slow, as if the words were delicate and had to be treated with great care. As he said them he finally broke Aurora’s gaze, looking down at the book in his hands, unable to bear the intensity of her eyes on him as he admitted the truth. Aurora exhaled, and her heart roared in her chest.

“These are… uncertain times.” A pathetic response, she knew, but she couldn’t possibly say what was in her mind at that moment. How could she dare to ask if it was her that might have made him begin to change his opinion? Could she be reckless enough to consider that she, perhaps, might be able to contend with a goddess in Gale’s heart? The idea was madness, ridiculous, foolish! But that look in his eyes, as he had spoken… A spark of hope was kindled in her. She went back to reading the book, and so did Gale, though neither was taking in any of the words in front of them; they were lost in hopeful, foolish, ridiculous thoughts.

#fanfic #fluff #bg3 gale #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep

[hideyseek]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

tagged by @strangegeology, tysm!!!

3 Ships You Like: oh boy lmao. i'll ship practically anything, i'm so easy for ships. but ok, i suppose the ones i'm rotating in my head the most right now: weilan (shen wei/zhao yunlan from guardian), kakehai (kakeru/haiji from run with the wind), dream husbands.

First Ship Ever: probably something in warrior cats? or like ... redwall. first ship i can remember? absolutely artemis fowl/holly short.

Last Song You Heard: all i've been doing recently is listening to 告五人 (accuse5) on artist shuffle, and my phone says the song i paused in the middle of when i finished cooking dinner is 红.

Favorite Childhood Book: oh man ... there are a lot, but probably ella enchanted. i think the author (gail carson levine)'s writing craft book for youths, writing magic, is the first one i ever read. i was looking it over again recently and a lot of the advice holds up!

Currently Reading: nothing actively? i'm in-between longfics, and i haven't opened an actual printed novel in a while. but i just got island of the blue dolphins and a bunch of manga about being nonbinary from the library, so maybe those ... eventually. (though last time i did borrow like 3 books and hold them for 3 months and then return them all unread oops).

Currently Watching: oho, a bunch, as always. i'm watching guardian, i'm like two episodes from the end and so so scared about it. i'm following dungeon meshi as it airs, and following along vaguely with warumono-san and a sign of affection. i'm also working my way through joker game, which i am liking soooooo much, wow, the episodes are like, vignettes following different spies from the same group. no over-arching plot (other than like, world war two lmao) has really appeared yet. oh and i'm sloooowly watching spy x family season 2 with a friend.

Currently Consuming: nothing, but i just ate sooooooo much rotini pasta :3 and i might make sotteok sotteok once i wash my pan out

Currently Craving: fried potato ...... any shape would be ok ...

tagging (only if you'd like!): @crehador @forerussake @carrotstache @tikklil @loserboycharm @still-gathering-roses @mister-eames @catladykt13 @bananacanwrites

#im not sure if im interpreting the level of acquaintence for tagging correctly but this is mostly ... new folks ... hiii :3 #tag game #hidey speaks

[persephonescottage]

PONY | 21.

Pairing: Billy RussoxFem!Reader

Summary: Billy is mean to Henry, but he is nice to Pony.

Warning: References to sexual situations, swearing, obsessive thoughts. Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include stalking, somnophilia, CNC (between two consenting adults), knife play, age gap, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting and other triggers I will include as we go along, please only read if you’re 18+. If any of this warnings trigger you please don’t read.

A/N: Soooooo here’s this chapter that I had a very hard time writing, I hope you like it. Once again, I’m writing this on my phone so sorry for grammar mistakes💕 Here is that map of the library if you still care. Thank you so much for all your kind words I promise I’ll try my best to have the next update in the next couple days. Love you guys!

All of a sudden the room is on fire but no one notices.

No one but you.

As the rest of the audience explodes in clapping and cheering when William Russo finishes his speech. There’s ringing in your ears and the mic in his hand has turned into a pitchfork as the orchestra begins to play sinister music.

People move in pairs, they are dancing to the melody synchronized and happy but you can’t breath, this is hell.

No.

This is a panic attack.

You remind your self to keep your breathing steady, deep in, deep out, counting the seconds the air stays inside of your lungs even when the corset is making it almost impossible to do so. 

Henry’s hand is back on yours and you look back at him. He’s smiling, his hand pulling on yours, taking your arm to his shoulder, signaling you to start a waltz just like the rest of the people on the dance floor you’re in the middle of. But your legs are frozen, they’re glued in place.

You’re about to tell him you have to go, but you can’t think of an excuse quick enough. Henry’s eyes glisten with the lights of the room and he looks just like innocence itself, his hair perfectly combed back, not a hair out of place, his delicate grip on your waist.

Why aren’t you enjoying this?

Then your name is called from behind you and your blood chills.

Henry stops too.

The three of you stand there in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by the glittering dresses of twirling couples in an infinite waltz.

You know he’s behind you, but you can’t turn to face him, if you turn it will all be over.

“Mr. Russo, congrats on being the honored man!” 

Henry’s hand goes past you and he stretches to reach Billy’s, the motion makes your body swerve. It’s too much, you turn slowly and there he is in all black, looking down at you, the graphite mask covering half his face, half the scar on his nose showing perfectly unlike it did those nights under the moonlight.

He’s shaking Henry’s hand awkwardly, in forced pleasantries and he’s not even trying to be discrete about it, you’re sure your dancing companion notices too when he retrieves his hand and clears his throat.

You hold your breath and lower your sight.

Why can’t you look at him?

You’ve got nothing to hide.

He’s the one that stalked you and lied to you, pretended to be protecting you from himself!

“I’ll borrow your dancing partner for a few minutes Mr. Dumas, we’ve got an interview to do.”

“You do? I didn’t know any of that?” Henry looks at you surprised and you say say nothing. 

“It’s an honoree thing.”

“I’ve been honored a few times, I’ve never gotten an interview Billy.”

Billy grits his teeth.

Who allowed this man child to call him by his nickname?

“Well, maybe your father has, he’s the one who gives the checks, isn’t he?”

You cringe at the comment and decide it’s time to intervene. A fight in the middle of an active dance floor, though flattering, might get you fired.

“This is the first year we’ll be doing the interview Henry. I thought we’d do it later, but if you’re ready now sir, we can do it now.”

“Right now please.”

You turn your sight right back to the dark eyes that look at you in winning satisfaction. 

At least he said please.

“Shall we?”

His hand is on your lower back and the shivers you know too well make themselves present, the coldness of the obsidian ring on his finger causing your thighs to rub together.

“Do you want me to come with?”

Henry’s whisper is on your ear, and you’re torn. You should be saying yes, in fact you shouldn’t even be playing along to the lie of the interview in the first place but you ignore the gut feeling and you shake your head with a nice smile.

“No it’s ok, can you tell Gianna I went to do the Blackbird thing?”

“Blackbird?”

“She’ll understand.”

Henry looks at you confused but nods in agreement and then turns to Billy with a hard stare.

“Please take care of my girl Billy, remember there’s still a stalker after her you never catched.”

🤍

“Can you at least wait for me? I’m wearing heels!”

You’ve been following this man around the entire library. the dark tall shadow running up stairs and down corridors you know like the back of your hand but suddenly feel like a hunted maze of marble and gas lamps. 

As soon as you left Henry’s side Billy Russo walked away from you. As fast as he could, left you power walking behind you in what seemed like a never ending marathon around the building.

You called for him a few times.

In a formal way of course, as people were around.

You called him Mr. Russo, as that was the only way you dared to call him, you asked him to wait when you could feel a light sheen of sweet forming over your collarbones but he never did, he never even turned around to face you.

You debated a few times if you should stop, stop the madness. 

Why were you chasing this delusional man in the first place?

Oh my god what if he really wasn't Blackbird to begin with?

But of course he was.

Wasn't he?

You just had to keep running.

He turns into a hallway on the second floor with a dead end and you give yourself a tired smile, you know this wing, there is no way out of here but then he reaches the end of the hall and turns left to the Shoichi Noma reading room.

That should be closed, you tell yourself, he’s not allowed in there.

No one is tonight.

Lifting the weight of the shinning taffeta of your skirt you take the turn as well, the room is dark and you go down the flight of stairs carefully, the smell of old books filling your nostrils quickly.

As you reach the main floor you look for his siluette in the dark but you don’t see him, only a dim light catches your sight at the end corner of the room.

Candles!

Who allowed candles in a room full of old books?

A loud thud almost gives you a heart attack and you turn with your hands on your chest, it came from the staircase.

You move as quick as the dress allows you, sprinting back across the room again, climbing with hands and feet up the stairs but it’s too late, the door is locked and you are trapped inside.

“Finally you and me Pony.”

🤍

You’d love to say you banged on the door when all the lights in the reading room turned on, you’d like to say you screamed for help when you saw him sitting on a chair on the head of the oak wood table with a devilish smile and the phantom mask off, just waiting for you.

But you didn’t.

You didn’t do any of that.

Instead you walked back downstairs slowly, counting your steps as if you were heading for the god of death himself, as if reaching the end of a cliff, unsure if you would throw yourself down, waiting for a reason to.

“Hello Pony.”

“Mr. Russo.”

He chuckles and shooks his head in amusement.

You can’t help but think of how the dim lighting makes his dark eyes sparkle, he looks childish when he smiles, but the eyes, the stare is so hot.

“Is that what I am now? Mr. Russo?”

“That’s what you’ve always been, I just didn’t know.”

“Huh…” he fakes a thinking sound, his open palms resting on the table to support himself as he lifts his body from the chair “It’s not so bad, in fact, I’d like to hear you scream it tonight.”

“I don’t think that’d be very professional since we did come here to do an interview.” Your voice is quiet but your making sure to sound as stern as possible, you’re glad the tulle hides your wobbling knees. “Let’s start with the first question, who do you think you are?”

He moves quickly through the room to reach you and your body reacts as fast as it possibly can walking backwards until your back touches the hardness of a bookshelf. He grips your chin between his fingers in an unyielding grip.

“I’m the only one who gives a fuck about keeping you safe apparently.”

Your breath gets shallow, like his proximity and attention cut your lungs open and you stare up into his eyes. The room grows silent and you wait for him to let you go or say something, or kiss you.

You want him to kiss you again.

You don’t care how mad you were half an hour ago.

You don’t care that he played cat and mouse with you all this time.

You don’t care that you shouldn’t want this man because he’s a liar and a gaslighter and a stalker and you definitely shouldn't want him to touch you.

Your eyelids flutter open and closed as if they are too in a debate, blinking up to meet his gaze, his lips barely inches from yours.

“Don’t give me that look Pony, it’s like you want to kill me and fuck me at the same time.” His hand let’s go of your chin caressing your cheek “I know better now, I know that pretty pussy of yours is poisonous, the ultimate temptation.” He finishes quietly, his voice low and rough.

What does that mean? 

You frown.

“I…”

“You can’t lie to me anymore Pony. Don’t tell me you don’t want me to kiss you.” His breath touches your neck and you can feel your pores come alive “Don’t tell me that you don’t want to rub your clit against my leg until you come. Don’t say you never touch yourself and think of me. Don’t lie to me, Pony. I know you better than anyone now.”

You can feel the vibration of the music from Astor Hall moving the walls, moving your body, he’s peppering kisses on your shoulders as he whispers, on your collarbones, and you’re shivering.

“If you don’t lie to me, I wont lie to you either. Last nights I was so hard I fucked my hand and pretended it was you. I pretended you were down on your knees begging for my cock just like you’ve done all of this days at your apartment.”

His hands are caressing your waist and sliding to your back, toying with the laces of the corset and you’re nervous thinking that he will pull on them any second now.

“I imagined that you licked and sucked me off and I came all over your pretty face. My dreams have been plagued with you and all the ways I’d fuck you since the day I first saw you, you’ve haunt me Pony.”

His chin goes down to rest on the top of your chest and he takes a quick lick down the middle of your breasts.

“Then this afternoon before the gala I was hard again, and I jerked off in the shower imagining I had you bent over with my dick in your pussy and a plug in your ass.”

He stops speaking and you pant, more turned on from his words that youi’ve ever been, you can feel your pussy pulsing, every nerve ending eager.

You want to scream yes.

Yes, do that.

All of that and more, use me, fuck me.

But you don’t.

You can’t.

Because he is still the shadow that followed you everywhere, he is still the man that threatened to kill Henry, he is still one of the most powerful men in New York, and now you know it’s easy for him to keep his threats.

You should escape, you know all the escape routes in the library, it was possible for you.

Tears fill your eyes and you don’t know why.

Blackbird was never your friend, or your boyfriend. You never envisaged a realistic life with him or a happy ever after. But to know you’ll never even get to know what it was like to give yourself to him and let him fuck you into oblivion felt like a loss you could barely cope with.

“Nod baby and let me know you hear me.”

This is the first time he’s with you in a complete sober state, and you’re silent, assessing the situation, he must think you’re an idiot, but you nod because he tells you to and because at the moment you don’t seem to be able to form a rational thought that doesn’t include the both of you naked on the study table.

You shouldn’t like anything he’s saying to you, it’s wrong and disgusting and abhorrent to the feminist that you consider yourself to be. But you can feel yourself responding to him, your muscles lax and you suddenly wished you wore underwear.

“Why are you doing this? This is stupid, you’re Billy fucking Russo!”

“Thanks?”

“No I mean, you could have sex with anyone.”

“I don’t just want sex.” He growls.

“Then what do you want from me?” You ask hating how weak you sound.

“I want to own you.”

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[yuriko-mukami]

His Possession

Ecstasy: Prologue

Beta reader: @ruki-mukami-dl

Dad only wished to use me as a tool, abandoning me when I became useless. Mom was still missing. My brother was trapped in the Demon World. And my best friend had gone missing. My everything was crumbling down. But there was this sole person, one who promised not to leave me. The one who promised me forever. Mukami Ruki. Without him, I would have truly lost everything. But with him, there was a tiny flame of hope kindling.

Sitting in the library of the Mukami manor, Yuriko finished the third letter to Elizabeth. The two earlier ones were lying on the table right next to her. Was all this in vain? Was there any sense to write these letters when she didn’t know where to send them? She could have them delivered to Elizabeth’s aunt's house, but would that help at all? If this was about the war zombies were having, the aunt had probably gone hiding too. There was no way of knowing if Yuriko would see her friend ever again.

Sighing, Yuriko put her pen down and glanced at her phone. Her heart took a leap when she noticed there was a new message, but she didn’t recognize the number.

A missed call too?

Yuriko opened the text, gasping. Shin? Where had he gotten her number? Oh… from Elizabeth.

She left him a letter too? And he hasn’t been able to reach her?

Nibbling her bottom lip, Yuriko texted back and saved the contact information. Just how close Shin was with her friend? It was impossible to figure out just from a text, but maybe he had listened to Yuriko after all. Unfortunately, not even that hadn’t stopped Elizabeth from going.

Yuriko let her gaze wander around the library. Usually, the books were able to bring her solace but now… not even that worked. She loved this room that had become a culmination of the love she felt for Ruki, but it didn’t give her the answers she needed right now.

Ruki was sitting in the armchair, his brows tightly knitted together as he went through yet another book he had borrowed from Eden. It seemed he had been absorbed into reading lately, almost forgetting Yuriko was there in the same room doing her own things.

I love him but he feels so distant now. What will become of us if this keeps going? Will I lose him too?

A sudden tap on the window almost made Yuriko jump. She turned her head and saw a tiny bat behind the glass.

Weird…

Ruki got up, opened the window, and let the bat in. Yuriko blinked and stared as he talked to the small creature as if it were a human and not an animal. The bat flew around his head a couple of times before heading out again.

“My familiar found Elizabeth.” Ruki stepped closer and brushed Yuriko’s hair in an almost absent-minded way. “We can send your letters to her later through familiars, but I do not think there is much else we can do right now. This is a matter her kind needs to solve on their own and we cannot disturb them.”

“So, the war truly hit them?”

“It does seem like that. Do not worry. According to my familiar, Elizabeth is safe and sound in a hidden place.”

Yuriko nodded, and Ruki returned to his armchair as if nothing had happened. Where he actually was? Where had his mind gone? He took the book and continued reading it.

“You should study. Even though I returned our project it does not mean you slack off now, Yuriko.” Ruki sighed and glanced at her over the book. “Midterms are closing in.”

How could Ruki think about school when all this was happening around them? Yuriko wanted to scream but instead, she nodded and opened one of her schoolbooks, trying to absorb herself into it. Though if she was completely honest the words could have been written in a foreign language; nothing got through her head as she stared at the text.

“Ruki… I… I want to contact Elizabeth… and then… I wish to go look for the gate.” Yuriko swallowed as she pushed her book aside. “I know school is important but these things in my life are also that. I cannot simply focus on studying when all of this is happening around me.”

Other than that, Yuriko still needed to figure out how to turn into a fox in real life and not just in her dreams, as her brother, Yuuto, had told her. Yet, she hadn’t been able to call out her fox form so far… but perhaps everything was simply stressing her out too much.

Ruki sighed and put the book down. “I am doing just that. For this whole time, I have tried to figure out the potential location of the gate and everything else that is written about the Kitsune. Strange enough, not even Eden’s library seems to have too many books that have valuable information of your kind. I wonder if it is because of their alliance with the First Bloods. Tsukinami Shin probably knows more than he lets out.”

“Umh… about Shin…” Yuriko’s words made Ruki frown, but he nodded as if giving her a sign to continue. “Eli-chan wrote to him too. So… umh… you know… If we could bring Eli-chan back to him, then… I don’t mean to use dirty tricks or anything like that…”

“You can speak freely when you are with me.”

“Well then… It seems to me that Shin and Eli-chan have taken a liking to each other. While it’s none of my business it could work to our advantage here. If we can save Eli-chan, we can gain Shin’s trust, and then he might be more willing to help us figure out more about the Kitsune and their realm beforehand. That… umh… would be useful when we think about how to help my brother.”

“I do not like to involve him with us in any way, but I do see your point.” Ruki pondered Yuriko’s suggestion. “Come here.”

Pushing her chair back, Yuriko got up and roamed to Ruki, allowing him to pull her on his lap. As he held her there, she wondered once more would those same hands have killed her father if her fire hadn’t appeared just then and there. Yuriko took one of Ruki’s cold palms in hers, playing with his fingers.

“Ruki… umh… I don’t… I don’t like the idea of you killing someone… I know that Dad did a terrible thing… and I know you don’t enjoy Shin’s company… But please, don’t kill anyone for me. Can you… can you promise me that?” Yuriko looked Ruki directly in the eyes, wishing her gaze would pass the whirlpool of feelings that had been storming through her for quite a while now.

“That man does not deserve your mercy, and neither does that Founder.”

“But it isn’t a matter of deserving but our equal right to live. Even though we might hurt others every now and then, even though we make choices that aren’t good… Still… We have all been born into this world and we should be allowed to live until we die in our natural way.”

…though… I think some of us simply don’t die in any natural way… but still…

“I see. This is the way you look at the world, am I correct?”

“Umh… yes, it is.”

“Not everyone in this world is as kind as you are.”

“I know this. Still, I want to give everyone a chance to live and do better in the future. For Dad too. So, please, for me, let him live.” Yuriko kept her eyes on Ruki’s, giving him – once again – as a pleading glance as she was able. Was she stretching his limits? Perhaps, but this wasn’t something she could negotiate. Not when it was literally about life and death.

“Haah, I can see the seriousness in your eyes. I will promise you this: I will not hurt living beings around you unless they threaten your life. As your master, I will always put your life above others and I will always protect it even if it causes loss for someone else.”

That was a hard limit, Yuriko knew it without asking. In its all brutality, the thought warmed her heart and made it bounce a little faster. Wasn’t this the kind of love she had dreamed of? Wasn’t this almost as intense as in the best romance novels she had ever read? She didn’t like the idea of Ruki going that far to protect her and at the same time, a tiny part of her heart loved it and embraced the fact he was putting her above all others. There was this sole person who was willing to do that in this world. No one else had ever said such things to Yuriko. So, even though there was a darkness lurking in the corners of their reality, she wanted to take Ruki’s hand and let him lead her to wherever he wished them to go.

“No one will take you away from me. Yuriko, you are mine and I am yours. I am your one and only master, never forget that. I will always protect you and do my everything to keep you happy, my angel.” Cold fingers brushed Yuriko’s cheek as Ruki spoke, striking a warm shot through her heart. A thumb glided over her bottom lip, and she couldn’t help but give it a tiny smooch.

“Thank you, Ruki. I’m yours, I promise. I’ll be with you as long as I live.”

“You will be mine forever. I will never let you go.”

Somehow Yuriko knew that Ruki meant his words literally. It was a simple figure of speech but the truth for him. Yuriko didn’t know how it would be possible, but in her heart, a small voice whispered that Ruki would find a way to fight even death for her. His forever was truly eternal.

“Your letters to Elizabeth are finished. Is that correct?”

Yuriko nodded in answer. “Umh… Yes… Now I only need to send them.”

“Then I will give them to my familiars. And we will tell Tsukinami Shin her location. You are not to go to look for her. If he wants her back, we give him this help and let him do the rest. I am sure a First Blood can handle this much.”

“That… sounds good. I’m sure Shin will save her.”

“Yes. If things are as you said then it is his responsibility as it is mine to make sure nothing bad happens to you.” Ruki’s fingers slid along Yuriko’s cheek, finally entangling with her hair and pressing her head closer. “I love you, Yuriko. From the bottom of my heart.”

“I love you too, Ruki. And for this love, I’ll do anything.”

“Is that so? Then make sure to obey your master and stay safe.”

Cold lips met the warm ones, pulling Yuriko into a soft yet slightly demanding kiss. She wrapped her arms around Ruki’s neck, inching as close as possible on his lap. The cocoon of safety he offered her.

No matter what would happen. This would be Yuriko’s safe haven.

Ruki would be Yuriko’s safe haven.

Forever.

There was darkness but also hope. I had given myself willing to this Vampire to share my life with him, for he was the first one who had truly wanted me. Yet, I did not know what was ahead of us. Our struggles were far from over.

#yuriko's story #yuriko tsukino #ruki mukami

[chellyfishing]

so i was listening to someone talk about adult literacy rates and it made me sad bc i know what it’s like to really really want to read but struggle to do so! so i thought i would offer some tips i think might help if you just can’t seem to read anymore:

find what you need to focus. do you need complete silence, do you need lo-fi music, do you need to turn off your phone, do you need to pound down some coffee? whatever it takes, whatever works for you, but if the setup you have going right now isn’t doing it, change it up till you find what does.

read what you want!!! reading broadly is an important and admirable goal but if you struggle to read at all then don’t worry about any of that. read pulp, read ya, read bodice rippers, whatever the heck grabs you. the important thing is that you read at all!!

watch booktubers. this might sound silly but i love to watch booktubers talk about books. i think this can be helpful for people who struggle to read for a lot of reasons! one is that it can give you ideas for what to read, because booktubers read a LOT so there are lot of recommendations. another is that it can just get you excited to read! listening to people talk about plots and characters and so on can really make you want to pick something up asap. i follow sooooo many that i can’t list them all but if forced to pick my favorite is rachel comma reads with.

LIBRARIES. make use of libraries!!! money should not be what keeps you from reading! libraries are free and many of them offer easy borrow-from-home ebooks through apps like libby and cloud library. get a card. get multiple cards. feel good about supporting a vital public resource!

make time. this one’s hard. i’m not going to put in my dissertation here about how laziness is fake but one thing i will say is that you can, nay, must decide to make things a priority to get them done. you have to choose to read. even if it’s just a little bit in a day, make the choice to devote that time to a book.

talk to book friends. this is similar to point 3 really, just a matter of forming kind of community and discussion around the activity of reading. get friends into a book with you, let friends get you into books.

keep trying. i would hazard a guess that most of us are what’s called “mood readers,” which means what gets us to the end of a book is simply that it’s what we feel like reading. it’s okay to pick something up and put it down again as long as you make sure to keep trying till you find what hits. don’t force it if you hate it, but do make that effort to find what you don’t. and if one day things just aren’t happening, fine. try again tomorrow. that’s all. just try.

so that’s it, i think! reading is really important. it strengthens language skills, critical thinking, imagination, empathy, compassion—everyone should make it a goal to read just a little bit more than they do now. there was a poll that went around recently about how many books people read in 2023 and one of the winningest options was zero. that’s depressing!!!! WHAT WOULD LEVAR BURTON SAY ABOUT THIS?? do not let this man down!!!

#deep thoughts #it genuinely makes me sad cause i know how difficult and frustrating it can be #i have REALLY had to work at it #but the numbers aren’t what’s important #it’s that you do it at all!!!!

[muchamusedaboutnothing]

Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 10

Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 10

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search, @devoiddean  , @soluscheese , @princesshamlet  , @becauseofthebowties  , @welcometothedarkside  , @sammysnaughtygirl ,  

Wordcount: 1904

Chapter 10

"I've got it," Dean said enthusiastically as he shoved an old book into Sam's hands. "Found a cloaking spell that looks promising.” He pointed with a finger. “Middle of the page, right here." 

Sam gazed at the incantation and the description below it. “Cloaking flame, I ignite you. The fire born from blood leaves behind no man … ” Sam translated out loud, reading from the first few lines. He glanced up at Dean again. "How long does it work?"

"Best I can tell, a couple of hours. Just long enough for me to get there.” Dean shrugged. “That's all I'm worried about."

Sam furrowed his brow as he silently read the incantation again. "You're certain this will cloak you and your location?"

"There's only one way to find out." Dean crooked an eyebrow and stared at his brother.

"That's easier said than done. You can't exactly try it out and just walk out of here without risking everything."

"I'll do it," Addie said, drawing both their gazes to her. "I mean it. Let me test it out for you."

Sam sighed. "You don't have to do that."

"I'm the only one who can," she answered. "Neither of you can leave the bunker, just in case it doesn’t work."

Dean gave Addie his best grin, practically oozing with Winchester charm. "Alright, then."

"I don't know," Sam said slowly. 

Sam wasn't particularly fond of the idea of disappearing Addie to test out Dean's theory, but he could see he was outnumbered in the decision-making. “The spell requires blood, and there’s a lot of talk about fire….”

"It'll be fine, Sam," Addie assured him. "Besides, a cloaking spell? That could be fun. As long as you can handle Jonah without me until it wears off."

“That we can do,” Dean insisted, seeing that Sam still wasn’t convinced. “I’m gonna hit up the supply room and gather the ingredients.” Jonah cried out through the baby monitor just then, awake from his nap. “I’ve got him,” Dean said. “I’ll take him with me. You two stay here and talk it out. Oh, and Addie, we’re going to need something of yours for the locator spell.”

Addie nodded as Dean leaned in to snap a picture of the spell on his phone and headed for Jonah's nursery.

Addie and the guys stood in the bunker’s library half an hour later with Jonah safely in his swing nearby in the war room.

A conglomerate of herbal ingredients was prepared in a bowl on one of the tables, along with a single black candle.

"So," Addie said. "I'll just go invisible or something?"

"If all goes well," Dean answered.

"It's not too late to change your mind," Sam said in a half-hearted attempt to talk her out of it.

Addie shook her head. "No way. We've got this. I'm ready."

Dean gave Addie a nod before looking at Sam. Sam hesitated, still wary of letting Addie be the test subject.

Dean glared at him. "Come on, man. Every minute I'm here is another minute my wife is out there alone against the Borrower who tried to take Jonah from us and forced her to stop both our hearts. We don't have time to screw around."

"He's right, Sam," Addie said. "Look, you're worried about me. It's sweet. But being invisible for a few hours is no big deal. Really."

Dean had a knife laid out on the table, and Addie reached out to take it. She only winced a little as she drew the blade along the palm of her hand at the base of her thumb just hard enough to draw blood. Sam shifted on his feet, concern in his eyes as he watched her squeeze a trickle of blood into the ingredients bowl.

“That’s good,” Dean told her gently to let her know they had enough as he gently took her hand and wrapped it with a gauze roll and some Coban to keep pressure on the cut.

“Your wife has taught you well,” Addie said with a smile as he released her hand again when he was satisfied with the bandage.

“She does that,” Dean said in agreement, smiling.

Sam took a deep breath to focus and raised the spell book in one hand, looking to Addie. “Ready?”

Addie nodded. Dean used a lighter to put a flame to the candle, holding it out for Sam to take. Sam poured melted wax from it into the ingredients bowl slowly as he recited the incantation out loud. At the end of the fourth and final line, Sam dropped the candle into the bowl, setting the contents aflame.

As a result, flames quickly rose from Addie’s feet, enveloping her in an instant. She was still smiling her reassurance at them both when she disappeared in the blaze. The fire was gone as quickly as it came, leaving nothing visible behind.

Addie was gone.

Sam and Dean’s eyes were both wide as they stood there, frozen in place. Sam’s chest huffed with a panicked breath, and Dean turned to look up at him sympathetically. He patted his brother on the shoulder. “She’s okay, Sammy. You’ll see.”

Sam took a second to center himself and said into the space where Addie had just been, “Hey, uh, Addie?”

Jonah let out a little squeal from his swing in the next room over, and Dean glanced over his shoulder toward the sound.

Sam’s phone dinged just then with a notification and he set the spell book down and pulled the phone from his pocket. “Relax, you big adorable Moose. I’m right here.” Sam’s mouth stretched into a smile as he read Addie’s text out loud.

Dean chuckled and said, “Hey, hey. What’d I tell ya? She’s good. She kicks ass.”

Dean gave a big, dopey thumbs-up toward Addie’s last known position, but Jonah complained from his swing, cutting Dean’s victory short.

Sam nodded for Dean to go. “I’ve got this.”

Dean stepped down into the war room to lift the baby out of the swing. "Hey, Joey," he said as he realized the cause of Jonah's distress. "Okay. It's okay. Daddy's here." Dean carried him toward the nursery, chuckling as he added, "Do you think there's a spell that could handle these dirty diapers?"

Sam glanced at the next table over which had been set up for the locator spell, but this time it was one of Addie’s belongings in the mix rather than the witch’s.

“Okay, I guess we should get you outside of the warding,” Sam said to Addie, glancing awkwardly around the library, unsure where to focus. “Just long enough to do the locator spell and see if this is enough to fully cloak you.”

He walked through the war room and ascended the stairway a step at a time, assuming Addie was either two steps ahead of him, or right behind him the whole way. When he reached the bunker door it opened ahead of him, staying open long enough to let him know Addie was standing there watching him.

“Don’t go far. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

The door closed again and Sam made his way down to the library to perform the locator spell.

Dean carried Jonah from the nursery back to the library just as Sam was reciting the locator incantation. Dean stopped short before entering, holding Jonah at a safe distance as he watched. He hoped like hell this would work. He needed to get on the road, and the sooner, the better.

The ring on a chain Sam held tugged and pulled until it was directly over Lebanon on the map, pinpointing Addie’s location. Sam sighed and looked up at Dean apologetically. "I'm sorry. You tried."

Dean's heart sank at the thought of being back to square one, but his resolve didn’t crumble. "I'll find another way," he told Sam. Sam watched as Dean shifted on his feet and then declared, "Gonna go make this little guy a bottle," before heading for the mess hall.

Sam climbed the stairs again and opened the bunker door, calling out to Addie that she could come back inside.

"Hey, do you want to shoot me a text or something and let me know you actually made it back inside okay?"

His phone dinged a moment later and he pulled it from his pocket to read Addie's text.

Boo!

Sam grinned at that and started to walk back down the stairway as he spoke to her. "I can still find you with a locator spell. It was worth a try, but it looks like Dean is going to have to sit this one out after all."

That's a bummer. I'm sure he's upset.

"He'll be okay … I think.”

“He's got Jonah in the mess hall making up a bottle right now. Hopefully, this spell wears off for you in the next couple of hours. In the meantime, how would you like to kill time? Should I put on some Netflix in Dean's man cave?"

Sounds good.

Sam put on a show for Addie and told her to enjoy a much-needed break after everything she'd been doing for him and Dean and the baby, and insisted she texted him if she needed anything. He got a thumbs-up emoji in response before he went to check on Dean.

Dean was lounging in the bedroom the two of you shared. Jonah was lying in the middle of the bed, Dean lightly rubbing his tummy and speaking to him.

"Doing okay?" Sam asked from the doorway.

Dean looked up at the sound of his voice. "Yeah, we're good. How's Addie?"

"Watching TV in your man cave," Sam said as he came forward and sat down on the edge of the bed, smoothing Jonah's hair with his fingers. "At least, I think she is...."

It was Dean's turn to chuckle. “With the cloaking spell, have you tried to see if you can touch each other?” he asked. “I’m just sayin’ … you know if that were me and-” Sam stopped him short with a look. “What?” Dean said with a laugh. “We’d definitely be trying to dance the invisible tango. Why the hell not?”

“I’m not talking to you about my sex life,” Sam said. "And I really don't need to know more about yours."

But he couldn’t hide the fact that he was biting back a smile.

Then Dean followed Sam's gaze to the spell book on the bed and the mood in the room shifted again. Dean was already back to looking for another solution. "Look, Sammy, it's not that I don't have faith in her to handle this Borrower by herself," he said. "It's just that I have to try. If something ever happened to her-"

"You'd never forgive yourself," Sam interrupted. "I know. I get it."

Dean nodded, happy that his brother understood. "Why don't you go hang out with Addie. Netflix and chill, whatever." Sam gave Dean another pointed look. "Look, do whatever you want. Just because she's invisible doesn't mean she has to be alone. Jonah and I are good, and I've got steaks thawing out for dinner. By then your window for invisible mattress dancing may have closed.”

"Holler if you need anything," Sam told him, choosing to ignore the rest of the conversation. Dean nodded. Sam leaned down and kissed Jonah's forehead. "You, too, little buddy. Holler if you need reinforcements."

"Or maybe a diaper change?" Dean teased as Sam left the room.

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[punk-chicken-radio]

stranger than fiction.

i don't know about you guys, but when the days start getting shorter and the air gets a wisp of crispness to it....it makes me want to dive into a good book. maybe it's the ingrained schedule of 'back to school' or just the coziness of this time of year, i don't know, but it def awakens a desire to spend some time with some fictional characters. other than @theoldsmelly of course....

my go-to for the fall reading (well, listening these days, as my eyes are for shit) and tv/movie watching is firmly in the mystery and horror genres. it stays that way pretty much through the first of the year, and i will dive back into some poirot episodes that i have seen one billion times (suchet, of course) or borrow the shining audiobook from the library and get all the heebie jeebies all over again, even though i have read it many times. i guess there's a pattern to wanting to return to my old friends and spend some time with them every fall...

oh hush your mouth. they may be fictional, but that doesn't mean i don't have a full relationship with some of them. i know how hercule likes his eggs to be perfectly symmetrical and i couldn't tell you my mom's phone number without looking at my phone 🤣.

anyway, i'm obviously not the only one, because a lot of songs have been written about characters from literature or movies, etc....and it makes sense, songs tell a story, too, and sometimes they just happen to be about a character that they bonded with from a different writer.

yes they do. so you know what's coming next....a continuation of sorts of some of those stories, some pretty directly, and some obliquely.

love (that cat is LOUD) axiomatic and the old (two babys* went to a new home 😭) smelly

*yes, he misspelled babies