#so my time in the hallway is usually mere seconds. between that and constant police visits. like i am not the only one calling

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not sure if it's worth it to declare semi-hiatus, but. I have been spacing off/freezing up due to ongoing domestic abuse/violence within my apt building- and I am fairly sure the male has declared a wish to stab me for calling the police, and somebody keeps trying my doorknob at random, so while they certainly can't get at me, my body won't calm down physically when that shit happens. so just, like, bear with me, my discord/IMs are available for plotting, and my physical energy is going up a lot since I have transportation now.

#ooc. #domestic abuse mention #ask to tag #if only because I know I've got like. a 'real' hiatus coming up and I am defo Trying to be here #police mention #knife mention #violence mention #for those that may be upset rest assured I'm fairly safe. been wearing leather and making good use of our new car #so my time in the hallway is usually mere seconds. between that and constant police visits. like i am not the only one calling #internally i wanna destroy™️and since i can't/shouldn't i end up blue screening. #legit just honestly considering playing something like Hollow Knight to get that tension out #...anyways bathtime like i said- #vent tw

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Uniforms & Stilettos

Thank you so much to the wonderful @notdeannatroi for being the most amazing beta ever. She fixed my many mistakes and helped made this fic what it is now. This wouldn't have come together without our many conversations about this particular scene and our fawning over the hotness that is Stella and Dana.

Also available to read on AO3 

Stella comes home to find a surprise waiting for her in the form of Dana in her police uniform and stiletto's.

Stella/Scully || Smut || 11.4k words || Rating E (Explicit for smut. You’ve been warned lol)

Pushing shut her car door, Stella popped up the collar of her coat to shield her from the cold, locking the car behind her. It was late, past 11pm, way past her usual clocking off time as she had put in some overtime doing paperwork for the case she had been scheduled on. It was tedious, but it had to be done by someone and at least finishing it might mean she could actually have a quiet weekend for a change. Walking up to her front door she smiled at the light seeping out from behind the curtains of the living room window. She had called Dana earlier to tell her that she would be home late and to not wait up for her, but of course Dana had told her ‘Don’t be stupid, of course I’ll stay up for you’. She always tried to stay up to welcome her home, even if it was the early hours of the morning and she ended up half asleep on the couch. Stella found it quite endearing.

She unlocked the front door with a rattle of her keys and pushed the door open, flooding the warm room with a chill before she shut it behind her, locking it with a flick. The apartment smelt of roses and coffee; obviously Dana had made some earlier and the smell still lingered. Stella recognised the rose scent of Dana’s bubble bath as she took a deep breath, letting the bitter floral smell fill her nose. It was so distinctly Dana that it made her heart flutter in her chest. She had liked her apartment before, but it always just felt like a house, merely somewhere for her to retreat from the outside world. But Dana made it feel like a home, a place now so warm and comforting to her.

Stella removed her jacket and hung it next to Dana’s coat on the wall before she removed her shoes, leaning with her hand against the wall to balance herself. After turning off the living room light, she made her way up the hallway towards their bedroom, following the light emitting from the room tucked away on the left. Coming home to someone in her bedroom would have been out of the question before Dana had come along. Her house and especially her bed were places that were completely off limits to company; it was her own personal space and she refused to let people see into that aspect of her life so easily. But that was before she met Dana, who had managed to wiggle her way through the walls she had built around herself and had stuck around through the good and the bad, because it hadn’t always been easy. Dana had moved in a few months ago and now Stella couldn’t remember how it felt to be alone like she had been before. Running her fingers through her curls and shaking them free from the tighter ringlets, Stella walked into their bedroom, expecting to see Dana wrapped up in the sheets, her red hair sprawled out on the pillow like usual. 

But that certainly wasn’t what she saw tonight. 

Stella stopped abruptly as she took in the sight before her, a sudden stab of arousal shooting straight to her lower abdomen. Dana was reclined back on the chaise longue Stella had tucked under the window, resting back on her elbows with her thighs spread, one knee in the air and her ankles crossed together. Dana smiled from her seat as she caught a glimpse of the blonde, her eyes drinking in her girlfriend’s body dressed in only the finest silk shirt and a skirt that fitted her so tightly, almost like a second skin. 

“You’ve kept me waiting...” Dana stated, her voice dripping with a huskiness that Stella was sure she was the only one lucky enough to hear, as she pushed herself up from her seat on the chair and walked over to Stella with an almost predatory sway to her hips, “Stella.”

The way Dana warmly purred her name caused Stella’s eyebrows to raise in acknowledgment, a smirk forming on her lips. Dana only ever used that tone when she wanted to take control in the bedroom, something that didn’t happen very often but Stella was more than happy to oblige whenever the moment arose. A jolt of arousal pulsed at her centre and a warmth settled between her legs.

Once the redhead stood before her, Stella noticed Dana was standing a little taller due to the black stilettos on her feet, ones Stella recognised instantly because they were her favourite pair. But her attention didn’t linger on her shoes for long because Stella felt her mouth go dry with the vision of Dana dressed in her uniform, her lips curled up in a seductive smirk and her eyes a deep blue. Stella loved the way her eyes looked when she was aroused.

Stella’s white shirt sat loosely on Dana’s shoulders, completely open down the front to reveal her bare skin, the slight sheerness of the fabric doing nothing to hide the dusky definition of Dana’s nipples. Her black tie lay loosely clasped around Dana’s neck, resting perfectly between the valley of her breasts and stopping just above the simplistic gold ring pierced through her belly button. Past Dana’s blood red lips and smokey eyes, Stella noticed her hat perched on Dana’s head, covering her mass of bright red hair that was longer than usual as she hadn’t had the time to get it cut.

Stella licked her lips and let her eyes roam back down from Dana’s face. Her fingers reached out to touch the bare skin revealed by the open shirt before they wrapped around the bottom of her tie and tugged it towards her, marvelling in the sight of the loop slipping a little tighter around Dana’s pale neck. Stella was sure she would never be able to see her uniform in quite the same way after this, after Dana managed to make it look so unbelievably sexy. With another pull, the material now flush against Dana’s neck, Stella rumbled in her throat when she heard Dana’s breath hitch. I’ll play along.

“Are you planning on fucking me, Dana?”

“Mmmm,” Dana moaned, reaching out to grab Stella’s hips and pull her roughly against her, her curved lips now millimetres from the blonde’s. “Such a dirty mouth.” 

As soon as her hips hit Stella’s, the blonde’s eyes went wide. Her body pulled back as she quickly looked down and used her fingers to push at the fabric of Dana’s pants. Stella gave a lustful moan as she saw black nylon straps resting on Dana’s hips, her head falling forwards and resting on Dana’s shoulder when she felt a hard fullness pressed against her. They hadn’t played with this toy in awhile and it only took seconds for the memories of how hard she had come last time to resurface. It sent a shiver of anticipation through her body. 

Dana smirked at Stella’s reaction as she slipped her hands around to cup her ass and pull her closer, applying a constant pressure as she rolled her hips slightly. A moan fell from Stella’s lips against her shoulder and she pulled away to look into Dana’s eyes before leaning in, their lips brushing softly against each other, teasing. Dana allowed her teeth to nip at Stella’s bottom lip before they deepened the kiss and Stella’s hands reached up to cup her face, her thumbs running over her cheeks. Dana’s lips tasted of coffee and lipstick, bitterness to complement the sweet undertone of the taste that was so distinctly Dana.

Dana’s fingernails dug into her ass and Stella felt a rumbling sound from deep in Dana’s throat at the feeling of what Stella assumed was the harness rubbing deliciously against her clit. Stella smirked into the kiss before she pulled away just enough to watch Dana lick her bottom lip, holding the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Stella could see how aroused she was by the swollen flesh of her lips and the dark storm of blue that now took over her eyes. Snaking her hand down between them, Stella went to touch Dana’s breast before Dana arched away, stopping the grind of her hips, her eyes locking with Stella’s.

“Strip.” 

Stella felt a throb in her centre at the sound of Dana giving her orders. Dana removed her hands from Stella’s ass and took a few steps back, her fingers falling to the front of her pants as she popped the button open slowly, all the while watching Stella begin to remove her clothes. Unbuttoning her silk shirt quickly, Stella’s eyes never left Dana’s fingers as they now played with the zipper, inching it down ever so slowly. ‘Such a tease,’ Stella thought to herself. Looking up she saw Dana’s eyes watch her, a slight flush of arousal already spreading across her nose and cheeks. Stella knew that Dana enjoyed taking control when the mood struck her, even if it wasn’t a dynamic they dabbled in very often. 

She tossed her shirt to the floor and made quick work of her skirt as she watched Dana inch the zipper down more with every article of clothing that left her body, like a reward for doing as she was told. Stella could just see a peak of dark purple silicone beginning to show, until she stood before Dana in her red lingerie. Dana’s fingers stopped their teasing and began to zip the zipper back up, the purple silicone disappearing once again. Stella gave a frustrated groan and her eyes snapped back to Dana’s. She went to speak but Dana’s eyes narrowed into a challenge, stopping her.

“I didn’t say you could stop. I said strip. Everything off.”

Stella shivered slightly as she removed her lingerie, first her bra and then her underwear, kicking them across the floor. She would do what she was told, even if it left her  slightly vulnerable under the intense gaze from her partner. Even if she trusted Dana more than anything, standing before her so exposed still left her feeling a little unnerved. Dana smiled as she watched Stella stand there completely naked, her nipples erect from the cold and her chest rising and falling with her quickened breath. Stella knew that Dana understood how she hated feeling so on display so Dana stepped closer to her, wrapping her arms around her before she licked Stella’s neck and placed kisses along her skin. Making her way to her ear, Dana took the lobe between her lips, tugging slightly with her teeth. 

“Tell me if it’s too much at any time and I’ll stop.” It was barely a whisper but it was still obvious that she wanted to make sure Stella was comfortable. They trusted each other implicitly but Dana understood that Stella would still need a little grasp of control, a way out if she began to feel uncomfortable and Dana wanted to assure her that she could have that in a heartbeat if she needed it.

Stella’s lips curled into a warm smile as she nuzzled against Dana’s mouth, nodding at the tender moment that always came before they started anything that tested her need for control. It made Stella’s heart swell knowing that Dana understood her insecurities so well. “I will.”

Dana nodded once before she gave a kiss to her jaw, her arms wrapping around Stella’s shoulder blades, her nails sliding hard down her back, leaving red marks in their wake. Stella’s hips jolted forward in an involuntary movement. A thrill of arousal seemed to follow the slight sting of the trails now left on her skin. Dana began to walk them towards the bed and once they reached the edge, she pushed the blonde down, watching as Stella began to shuffle into the centre of the bed to get comfortable. Reaching out, Dana tugged at her ankles and pulled her back to the side of the bed, enough so that her legs dangled off the edge.

“Don’t move.” 

Stella arched her eyebrows up before she bit her bottom lip, sitting up slightly so she was resting on her elbows. It was amazing how much power Dana could exude when she wanted too. Dana’s fingers fell back to her pants, pulling on the zipper again before she finally let the flaps fall open to reveal the dark purple silicone appendage resting snuggly against the black fabric. Stella could feel a heat pulse between her legs at the sight before her as Dana began to push her pants off her hips, getting them down far enough for the plastic toy to spring free. Stella studied how the harness was attached tightly around Dana’s thighs and hips, a strap nestled between the swollen lips of her labia. Stella would never get tired of seeing that image. Her eyes focused on how the silicone bounced and swayed as Dana wiggled her legs out of the pants and kicked them across the floor. And with every movement Stella could feel her anticipation and arousal creep higher.

“Touch yourself,” Dana said simply, her hands reaching down to touch the silicone dildo between her legs and stroke the toy with a feather light touch of her fingertips. Stella’s eyes darkened as Dana played, giving a moan of approval at what she saw before her. Dana had chosen this attachment because she knew it was one of Stellas favourites due to its realism and she made sure Stella saw her trace over every vein and ridge that Stella loved feeling deep inside of her. Falling back off her elbows, Stella’s eyes returned to Dana’s before she ran her fingers up her sides, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin. As much as she wanted to tease, she could already feel a steady ache between her thighs and it was getting harder to ignore with every passing second Dana circled the tip of the dildo with her thumb. 

Stella’s fingers made contact with her breasts and Dana gave a hum of approval as she watched Stella roll her nipples between her thumb and index fingers. Stella’s entrance fluttered around emptiness as her fingers continued to tug at her chest, her arousal increasing with the attention she was giving herself. The slight stimulation soon wouldn’t be enough to quell her arousal as every tug and roll of her fingers caused the need to touch other parts of her body to rise. Dana continued to watch as Stella’s nipples seemed to strain beneath her fingers, her thighs squeezing together tightly, as if to give herself some relief for the throbbing between her legs. Dana knew what the blonde was feeling because she felt it too. She tugged slightly at the base of the toy in response, loving how it pulled the strap between her legs tighter against her clit.

It was getting harder for Stella to resist the throbbing of her clit so she let one hand trail down her body, her legs falling open as her fingers finally reached her swollen lips. She had never been one to take a real interest in pleasuring herself in front of a partner - it was something too personal to share with someone else. But the way Dana always watched her and how her breath hitched in wonder when Stella began circling her clit caused Stella to feel completely at ease. Dana was looking at her with such hunger and love that it made Stella smirk and spread her legs wider to give Dana a better view as she noticed Dana’s eyes flicker downwards. Dana let go of the dildo and smiled, watching Stella’s fingers dance over her swollen bud. 

“Good girl.”

Dana’s words made Stella huff out a breath, her neck tilting back as a wave of arousal hit her. Stella normally wasn’t one to like being treated in an inferior manner but the way the words tumbled out of Dana’s mouth hit her right between her legs. Reaching out, Dana ran the back of her nails up Stella’s thighs, watching how they shook slightly and how goosebumps formed on the skin. “Fuck,” Stella groaned, the rhythm of her fingers against her clit speeding up, another sharp tug against her nipple. They locked eyes once again as Stella licked her bottom lip, her toes digging slightly into the rug beneath her feet. Dana slowly got to her knees, resting her hands on Stella’s thighs to keep her legs open, giving a small disapproving growl when she saw Stella’s fingers pause. Stella’s head lifted off the bed in an attempt to see what Dana was planning.

“Did I say you could stop touching yourself?”

The sight of Dana’s piercing blue eyes staring up at her from between her legs was something Stella loved. And the added visual stimulation of her uniform hat perched on Dana’s head caused her mind to spin. Removing her hand from her breast, Stella used it to prop herself up on her elbow so she could watch Dana as she resumed the familiar circular pattern on her clit. Dana smiled, her eyes flicking back down to watch Stella’s fingers, watching how her entrance clenched, a drop of wetness seeping from her. Dana thought that it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and would never get tired of seeing Stella so wet and aroused just for her. 

Leaning down, Dana gave a firm lick, collecting the wetness on her tongue as Stella let her head fall back with a low moan rumbling from her throat, her fingers unable to resist speeding up with the added stimulation. Dana closed her eyes and continued to use her tongue, alternating between rolling the tip around Stella’s swollen lips and slipping it inside, drinking in all that Stella had to offer her. It wasn’t long before Stella began to pant slightly, feeling a familiar warmth spread from her centre to the pit of her stomach. Dana’s eyes opened at the noise, looking up to see the flush of arousal on Stella’s chest as she slipped her tongue back inside and could feel how Stella’s walls gripped around it in desperation.

Pulling her face away Dana watched Stella’s fingers slide over now slick skin for a few seconds before she placed a hand on top of Stella’s, stilling her fingers, much to Stella’s dismay. Stella huffed in frustration. “You’re a fucking tease, Dana.” 

Dana chuckled slightly as she leaned forward to give Stella’s inner thigh a sharp bite which caused a small shriek to erupt from Stella, her hips jerking upwards at the sudden pain. Dana soothed it with her tongue before she got to her feet and Stella took note of the way Dana’s lips now glistened slightly with her arousal. Dana reached down and gave the dildo a stroke, her hips rocking slightly when she reached the base, the attachment rubbing deliciously against her clit. Stella had never seen anything hotter than Dana standing before her so wet, her arousal evident from on the strap between her legs. 

“I want to fuck you from behind. On your stomach.”

Stella gave a moan of approval. She knew Dana was well aware that it was her favourite position when they used the strap on because it gave her the deepest angle of penetration. Shuffling up on the bed slightly, Stella rolled onto her knees, sliding her legs open so she could sink her hips down towards the bed. It was times like this she thanked her body for still holding some of its flexibility. Dana leaned down to give her right ass cheek a quick kiss as she reached onto the bed to grab the two pillows resting against the headboard, sliding them under Stella and tucking them tightly against her hips. Stella wiggled her hips slightly to get into a comfortable position as she leaned down onto her elbows, arching her back so her ass lifted into the air, presenting herself to Dana. 

Tossing her blonde hair, Stella looked over her shoulder at Dana through heavy lashes, her lips curling into a smile as she watched Dana look at her ass, her tongue licking her bottom lip. Stella knew how much Dana loved seeing her like this and as much as Dana was in control tonight, she couldn’t help but tease her a little bit, especially after she so rudely interrupted her from achieving release earlier. Putting on a throaty moan, Stella purposely clenched her entrance, feeling wetness seep from her. “Fuck,” uttered from Dana’s mouth and Stella smiled in satisfaction. Her smug smile soon faded to a look of lust and pining as she watched Dana give her a raise of her eyebrows, challenging her, before she reached her fingers forward, collecting the liquid gathered at her entrance and slipping a single finger inside. Stella gave a sigh before the finger was removed and Dana brought it to her lips, sucking the digit clean. ‘Touché, Dana.’

“Don’t be naughty.” 

Dana’s voice was stern but she smiled at Stella and the blonde smiled in return, her cheek resting on the bed as she watched Dana behind her. She couldn’t resist letting her ass give a tempting wiggle despite the warning. Dana moved from behind Stella to the nightstand next to the bed, opening the bottom drawer to pull out the bottle of lubricant they kept in there for just such occasions. Popping the lid open on the bottle, Dana moved to stand behind Stella again and squeezed a large amount in her hand before catching Stella’s gaze as she began to apply the clear liquid to the dildo. Stella bit her lip as she watched Dana’s hand stroke the silicone and turn it slick and shiny with moisture, the only sound in the room being the wet smacking of Dana’s hand moving up and down and Stella’s slightly laboured breathing. 

There was something so arousing about the sight of Dana stroking the length of the toy, a drop of the lube falling from the tip as Stella grunted, her hips rocking slightly on the pillows in anticipation. “Easy, Stella,” Dana whispered as she noticed Stella’s movements before she tossed the bottle onto the bed and stepped closer, her fingertips stroking her entrance softly. A strangled groan escaped Stella’s lips as she closed her eyes, relaxing her face into the bed, savouring the feeling of Dana teasing her before she pushed two fingers inside slowly, slipping into her easily from the mixture of the lube still on her fingers and of Stella’s arousal. Dana began to pump her fingers in and out slowly, pulling out until just her fingertips were inside and sliding back in until she was knuckle deep.

“So wet for me,” Dana husked. Her fingers scissoring inside of Stella caused her to push her hips back, seeking something more. Dana added a third finger and began to pick up the pace slightly, groaning when Stella’s inner walls fluttered and stretched around her fingers. Stella knitted her brows together as she bit her bottom lip while her hips rocked to match the rhythm Dana was setting. She could feel her arousal begin to crest again as she propped her head back up, looking back to Dana with pleading eyes. “I’m close.” It was a warning, a way to tell Dana that she was ready for her and that she needed to stop if she didn’t want Stella to come undone. As much as she wanted to come around Dana’s fingers she knew that tonight was about what Dana wanted. 

Dana slowed her pace again, smirking at how Stella’s inner muscles continued to flutter around her fingers. “I know, I can feel that.”

Stella whined in her throat as she felt Dana’s fingers leave her body, forehead resting on the bed, her body focusing on getting her breathing under control again. She had been so close to that delicious edge and she wanted to bring herself back down enough to give Dana time to get into the scene instead of coming as soon as Dana entered her. Dana dragged her fingers down Stella’s thigh, wiping her slick arousal onto her skin before she reached for the bottle again, squeezing as she angled the bottle over the crack of Stella’s ass. Stella jumped unexpectedly as she felt the cool liquid hit her ass, trickling down between her legs and labia. Dana’s fingers caught it just before it hit the pillows below her hips and she spread it around her entrance, dipping her fingertips inside once more. Dana always made sure she was more than ready and prepared when they used any type of toy to avoid discomfort. Even though the teasing drove Stella to insanity, she was thankful for how much care Dana took to make sure it would be as pleasurable for her as possible.

Once Dana seemed to be happy with how wet Stella was she eased her fingers out of her before she took another step forward so their hips were flush, the dildo sliding down and resting between Stella’s folds. Groaning, Stella chewed on her bottom lip as she picked her head off the bed so she could look back at Dana, who was running her fingers over the skin of her lower back. The anticipation crept higher and higher when Stella felt a hand slip between their hips and grab the base of the toy as Dana pulled back enough for her to slide the tip of the dildo across her labia, once, twice. The cock wasn’t overly large, but it was big enough for Stella’s entrance to give resistance as Dana lined up the head of the toy to rest against her. Stella could feel her resolve breaking, giving a moaned ‘Fuck’ when Dana pushed a little against her. The tip slipped inside and her head fell back to the bed, her fingers twisting in the bedsheets. She could feel her inner walls grip tightly around the toy, both loving and hating the intrusion. “Relax. Breathe,” Dana whispered as she used the hand that wasn’t holding the toy to rest on Stella’s ass, her thumb brushing her skin softly.

Stella shifted her weight as she focused on relaxing her muscles before she tilted her ass back slightly to push herself a little further onto the dildo. Dana knew exactly what she liked and she loved her for that. When it came to the toy she liked to ease herself onto it and once it was buried to the hilt inside her that was when she let Dana fuck her with abandon. Stella put her weight onto one elbow so she could reach back, her fingers searching for Dana’s hips. Dana shuffled forwards slightly, the toy sliding in a little further before Stella managed to grab the strap resting on her right thigh, her fingers tugging on the nylon. Stella pushed back a little further as she gave out a lustful growl, feeling a particular ridge slide against the sweet spot inside her as she finally felt the complete length of the dildo inside, the base now rubbing against her. She loved the feeling of being filled like this, especially knowing that Dana was the one on the other end. Her clit pulsed as she explored the toy, squeezing her muscles around it tightly, smirking to herself when she heard Dana moan from behind her. Even though the toy wasn’t a part of Dana’s anatomy, Stella knew from experience that Dana would feel a tug every time she clenched around it and that it would be rubbing against her clit and giving her the slightest friction. 

Dana’s eyes closed as she held herself flush against Stella’s hips, obviously enjoying the feeling of the way Stella adjusted to the toy inside of her. The faint tugging sensation was too much and Dana couldn’t stop the slight roll of her hips, seeking something more to relieve the ache between her own legs. Stella groaned as she curled her toes, her knees slipping slightly on the bed, opening her legs a little wider as she began to match Dana’s actions, feeling herself become accustomed to the dildo inside of her. Dana opened her eyes to the feeling of a sharp tug on the strap against her thigh, looking to meet Stella’s gaze, her eyes a dark blue and her pupils dilated with arousal.

“Fuck me, Dana.”

That was all the encouragement Dana needed. Placing her hands on Stella’s hips, Dana dug her fingers into her skin slightly as she pulled her hips back, her gaze dropping down between their connected bodies to see the purple silicone reappear before she thrust herself forwards, beginning to set a slow but steady pace. There was something tantalising about watching the toy slide in and out so easily that Dana felt herself entranced, a huff of breath escaping her lips with the sound of arousal from Stella as she let out a low rumble of satisfaction. Stella let go of the strap on Dana’s thigh, now using both hands to grab the bedsheet beneath her and bunching it in her fingers. It wasn’t long before Stella’s hips began to rock back on their own accord, matching Dana thrust for thrust as the redhead began to speed up, her nails forming crescent marks on her hips. Standing slightly taller because of the stilettos on her feet, Dana managed to achieve an angle she usually couldn’t and it caused the dildo to slip in deeper on every thrust, leaving Stella with a complete sense of fullness whenever Dana buried inside her to the hilt. She would never get tired of that feeling.

Stella’s head fell to the bed as she parted her lips. Her cheek rubbed against the fabric of the bedsheet with each thrust rocking her backwards and forwards. “Ugh!” Stella grunted as Dana began to pick up the pace, her thighs slapping hard against Stellas ass as Dana seemed to start to let go of the restraint she had been holding onto. Dana whimpered as she let her head fall back, unable to stop how her hips pumped faster, her body obviously desperately seeking release. Stella could feel her inner walls pulsing around the dildo and she knew with the pace Dana was keeping it wouldn’t be long before she was pushed over the edge. Stella pulled herself back to her elbows as she looked back at Dana and how her head was thrown back slightly, eyes closed and her tongue resting on her bottom lip, her body moving on pure instinct now to reach the same peak Stella could feel bubbling inside herself. It was breathtaking to see Dana so unhinged and raw like this and Stella felt her clit throb against the pillow beneath her hips when Dana opened her eyes to look back at her.

“God, you look incredible,” Dana groaned as she continued her rhythm, her hands now travelling up to wipe away the sweat that had formed on the valley of Stella’s lower back. The blonde’s skin was glistening and her muscles seemed to vibrate under her skin with each thrust, her curls starting to stick to the slickness of her shoulder blades. Stella could only whimper in reply as she bit her bottom lip, her eyebrows knitting together as she concentrated on the way she could feel the all too familiar rise of her orgasm. Falling back onto one elbow, Stella quickly brought her hand down underneath her to reach between her legs, her fingers seeking and finding her swollen clit. The instant she began to touch herself her hips jolted forward, a spark shooting through her core. Dana watched how Stella’s arm worked beneath her, how the muscles in her forearm tensed as she rubbed fast circles on her clit. She grunted, grabbing Stella’s hips with a little more force as she pulled her own pelvis back, a sudden lack of pressure against her centre.

It had happened quickly, she had been lost in how mesmerising Stella looked when she touched herself. Dana hadn’t realised she had pulled back a little too far, pulling the dildo completely out of her until she went to slam her hips back and felt it slip between Stellas lips, hitting the pillow and Stella’s hand instead. Stella let out a whine as she stopped the rhythm against her clit, using the fingers against her centre to stroke the silicone, marvelling about how warm and wet the toy was. “Sorry, you were very distracting doing that,” Dana smirked as she saw Stella’s fingers rub the toy before she gave a thrust forwards, watching how it slid between Stella’s swollen labia and bumped against her clit.

“It’s okay,” Stella smiled as she observed Dana behind her. She looked amazing standing there, sweat covering her body and causing the material of her shirt to stick to her skin, her nipples now evident through the damp fabric.

Stella moaned as she rolled her hips from side to side softly, using the tip of the toy to give her clit some friction. Dana took a little downtime to catch her breath and give her muscles a break as she followed Stella’s lead, rocking gently against her, her own clit now steadily throbbing beneath the base of the toy. Dana’s eyes fell to how Stella’s hips rocked from side to side and how the muscles of her back rippled with every movement. Stella suspected that Dana could use a break because from experience she knew how much stamina it took to keep up a constant rhythm like she had. Even though Stella could have cursed when the toy had left her so suddenly, she knew there wasn’t any rush and Dana was still keeping her stimulated with the rock of her hips, letting her roll her clit across the toy. Licking her lips, Dana couldn’t help but reach forward, wrapping her arms under Stella’s stomach and pulling her upwards so she was now sitting up on her knees. Stella let go of the toy as she leaned back against Dana, grabbing Dana’s hands against her skin, trying to pull them closer even though that was impossible, but Dana dug her fingertips into her skin anyway. 

Tilting her head to the side, Stella reached up with her free hand and wrapped it around Dana’s neck, pulling her towards her for a kiss, awkward at this angle but not any less passionate. Stella moaned into Dana’s lips when she felt a hot tongue slip into her mouth as the kiss deepened, Dana’s nails digging into the skin of her stomach again. Dana pulled Stella closer to her body so they were now flush and Stella’s eyes slipped closed when she felt Dana’s erect nipples graze across her back, hard enough to be felt even through the fabric of her shirt. The feeling sent a shiver down Stella’s spine, her thighs clenching a little even though they were too far spread apart to get any relief. Dana broke their kiss as her fingers intertwined with Stella’s fingers on her stomach before she guided them down, bringing Stella’s hand to her centre, using her own fingers to guide Stella’s to move once again against her clit. Stella moaned, her breath catching in her throat as she took Dana’s instruction and began a steady rhythm once again, the feeling of Dana’s fingers on her own only heightening the sensations. Dana licked up the beads of sweat gathered on Stella’s neck before she gave Stella’s jaw a nip, her lips mere centimetres away from her ear.

“Back on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you until you come.”

Stella all but felt her knees go weak at Dana’s breath against her ear as she spoke. Dana wasn’t normally so free of inhibitions in the bedroom, she only ever spoke this forward when she was incredibly aroused. The thought that Dana was so turned on just from being with her made Stella’s heart thump in her chest. Only she was lucky enough to see Dana so unhinged. Stella tilted her head once again to attack Dana with another kiss, giving Dana’s bottom lip a bite before she pulled away enough to look into her eyes. Stella removed both their hands from between her legs as she reached behind her to grab the tie around Dana’s neck and used it to pull Dana roughly against her, the redhead giving a huff as she crushed against Stella’s steady body. Stella gave another tug as her eyes bore straight into Dana’s.

“Make me come then.”

A growl rumbled in Dana’s throat at the challenge as she slammed her hips against Stella’s, which caused the blonde to groan. Dana’s hands reached up to grip Stella’s upper body and push her back down onto knees. Stella’s chest hit the bed with a huff since she didn’t have enough time to brace herself with her hands. Dana kept her hands firmly on Stella’s back, in the space between her waist and shoulder blades, keeping her pushed down to the bed as she gave another sharp thrust of her hips. A muffled “Dana!” slipped from Stella’s lips as she felt a sharp stab of arousal at Dana’s dominance, knowing that it was Dana’s way of challenging her back, of reaffirming to Stella that she had the control here and she could pin her down and fuck her senseless if that was what she chose. Dana eased the grip she had on Stella’s body once she was happy she had gotten her point across, her fingers trailing softly up her skin and back down to her hips. “So impatient,” Dana said as Stella lifted her head off the bed, looking back at Dana and feeling a smile coming to her lips at the way Dana smirked back at her.

Dana stepped back slightly, reaching for the bottle on the bed again to squeeze a little more lube into her hand before throwing the bottle back onto the bed. Stella continued to watch Dana stroke the dildo, covering it in more liquid to replace what had been lost during the slip up, as she rose back onto her elbows, using the time to get back into a comfortable position. Dana wiped her hand on the bedsheets quickly before she stepped closer, her hands falling to Stella’s hips again, her thumbs brushing the skin softly. “You can keep touching yourself, Stella.” Stella smiled as she balanced on one elbow, shifting her legs enough to slip her hand back to her centre. Dana gave her time to get back into the right position and she adjusted to allow her fingers to slide over her clit lazily, waiting for Dana to resume. Stella knew that her arousal was rippling under her skin and that it wouldn’t take her long once things got started again, only heightened by the way her name had sounded on Dana’s lips. When Dana was aroused her voice seemed to drop a few octaves and become warm and husky, something that had an immediate effect on her.

Stella rested her cheek onto the bed as she kept her eyes on Dana, watching as Dana looked down between them and gripped the base of the toy as she lined herself back up to Stella’s opening. The instant Stella felt the tip slip inside, she quickly thrust herself back, taking the whole length at once with a low moan. It was her way of telling Dana that she didn’t need to go slow again, that she needed it hard and fast. Biting her bottom lip, Dana’s head fell backwards again, the pressure against her centre once again sparking her arousal as she gripped Stella’s hips and began to thrust, not taking her long to pick the pace up again. The only sounds in the room were of their skin slapping together and wet noises coming from between Stella’s legs; the mixture of the lube and her arousal leaving her centre completely soaked. The erotic sounds were enough to cause both of their breathing to become rapid as they climbed higher to that peak they seeked so desperately. There was something so primal about the sounds that made Stella grip the bedsheets with her free hand, the fingers against her clit rubbing furiously, her toes curling and stretching each time the dildo stroked her g-spot. She was so close she could almost taste it.

Dana settled into a consistent rhythm, hard and fast, pulling Stella’s hips towards her each time she thrusted forward. Her eyes rested on Stella’s face, watching how Stella’s eyebrows were knitted together and her lips were parted, steady panting now coming from her mouth. Stella could feel the tingles start in her toes as her eyes shot open, meeting Dana’s gaze instantly, her eyes pleading with her not to stop. “I-I’m… so close!” Dana moaned in approval while her tongue slipped out to rest on her bottom lip and her nails dug into the supple flesh of Stella’s hips. Stella’s legs spread wider on the bed as she quickly pulled herself up onto one elbow, her fingers between her legs rapidly sliding over her swollen clit, desperately chasing that climax she was rushing towards. Stella could feel her inner walls flutter and pulse around the dildo as she let her head fall forwards, the blonde hair that wasn’t stuck to her sweaty skin tumbling down onto the bed.

“D-Dana-I’m coming!” Stella gave a loud moan as she felt her orgasm crash over her. Dana slowed down her thrusts and buried the dildo as far into Stella as she could. Rolling her hips slowly once she was flush against her she watched Stella’s body tense and shake beneath her, continuing to pant and whimper in a staccato rhythm. Stella felt her inner walls contract and spasm rhythmically around the toy inside of her, gripping it tightly with every delicious orgasmic contraction, her clit pulsing beneath her fingers as they still continued sliding over the swollen bud in an instinctive effort to prolong her pleasure as much as possible. Dana moaned as she began to slide slowly in and out, her eyes falling between their hips to watch the way the muscles of Stella’s entrance and ass continued to contract and flutter through her orgasm, wetness seeping out from around the toy. Stella rocked her hips softly for a few moments before she fell off her elbow, her body limp as she relaxed into the bed, a satisfied smile forming on her lips as she let her body revel in the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm, her fingers still lazily rolling around in circular motions on her clit and her insides still twitching occasionally.

Dana smiled as she took in how relaxed Stella was and she let her hands leave Stella’s hips to run up her back softly before she moved back down and pulled Stella’s ass cheeks apart so she could watch as she pulled her hips back. The dildo slid out with a wet pop and Stella’s arousal began to drip down from her entrance to her clit. “Fuck, Stella,” Dana chuckled slightly in her throat as Stella rumbled her agreement into the bed in a state of complete post-coital bliss. Dana saw how Stella’s breath began to even out before she removed the hand from between her legs and pulled herself up onto her elbows, looking over her shoulder at Dana with a smirk on her face. 

“Yes you did.”

Chuckling, Dana ran her hands over Stella’s back, her thumbs rolling up her spine as Stella gave a content purr in her throat. Stella loved the way Dana was always so gentle with her after they used the strap on, knowing that it could be an intense feeling if things got a little rough. They hadn’t slipped into that sort of sex tonight, but Stella appreciated the care just the same. Once Dana had made her way up her back and then down again, Stella pulled the pillows away from under her hips and turned around, sitting up on her knees to face Dana on the edge of the bed. “Come here” Stella smiled as Dana closed the gap between them and Stella reached out to grip the edges of the shirt and hold Dana close as she looked into her eyes.

“Fuck that was so good, Dana.” Smirking, she leaned in and captured Dana’s lips in a kiss, the redhead smirking against them before she deepened the contact by slipping her tongue into Stella’s mouth. Stella held the shirt tightly and closed her eyes, feeling Dana’s hands rest on the space between her neck and shoulders, her thumbs rubbing softly over her skin. They kissed amorously for a while before a whimper from Dana’s lips caught Stella’s attention. When she pulled away she noticed that Dana’s cheeks were flushed and her lips were full from the contact of their kiss. Looking down between them, Stella saw Dana’s arousal coat the strap that was pulled tightly between her labia. She gave her another quick kiss, pulling Dana closer by her shirt, Stella still in awe with how attractive and sexy Dana was wearing her uniform like this, knowing that she would now be reminded of tonight whenever she had to wear it for work.

Stella let go of the shirt as she moved her hands down, trailing her fingers along Dana’s skin and watching how her stomach contracted from her touch, before they reached the toy strapped between Dana’s legs. She smiled as she heard Dana whimper in response, her hips bucking forward as Stella pushed the base of the toy against her centre, rubbing it against her clit. Dana gave Stella one more brush of her thumbs against her neck before she removed one hand and placed it on top of Stella’s, using it to guide Stella’s hand to pump up and down the dildo. Stella moaned at the sight of Dana using her hand and even though she knew rationally that the toy wasn’t real, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of arousal at the way Dana sped up, her hips desperately grinding and chasing the building arousal of the contact against her centre but unable to achieve any lasting relief. Sensing that Dana was getting slightly frustrated, Stella stopped the movement of her hand and reached to start unbuckling the straps on Dana’s hips. 

“This needs to come off. I need to taste you. Right now.”

Dana smirked as she leaned forwards to give Stella a chaste kiss before she looked down, watching Stella slip the straps off her hips before Dana began to undo the straps secured around her thighs. Stella’s fingers rested on Dana’s hips as she helped steady her and shuffle out of the harness, letting it fall to the floor. Stella’s hands moved up Dana’s sides, pushing under the fabric of her shirt, as she helped Dana slide it off her body and threw it to the floor carelessly while Dana quickly removed the tie and let it drop to her feet. Stella’s hands stopped at her waist, leaning in so she could place soft kisses on the slick skin now exposed before her. Dana always tasted divine. There was just something so addictive about the mixture of her salty sweat and bitter aftertaste of her rose body wash that drove Stella mad. Dana gave a sigh as she ran her fingers through Stella’s hair, tangling them in her curls as she held her closer to her body, her hips twitching slightly with every kiss and tickle of Stella’s hair against her skin. Stella’s eyes flickered closed as she took in a deep breath, a smirk curling on her lips as Dana’s rich arousal filled her senses.

“God, Dana, you smell fucking incredible.”

Dana’s hips jutted forward as she moaned and gripped Stella’s hair a little tighter while Stella’s tongue slipped into her belly button to play with the gold ring. When Stella had discovered Dana’s piercing, it had instantly become something she was fascinated by and she quickly noticed how much Dana liked the attention she paid to it. Dana sucked in a sharp breath as Stella gave a tug of the ring, resting it now between her teeth. Stella gave it a kiss before she pulled away, Dana’s fingers loosening in her hair as she looked down at Stella with dark eyes. Dana’s hands fell to her sides as she watched Stella shimmy back onto the bed, laying in the middle with her head up towards the headboard. Normally Stella would have grabbed her and pulled her down to the bed when she wanted to go down on her, so Dana looked a little confused about what was happening as she bent down to remove the stilettos on her feet. 

“No. Leave them on and come here.”

Dana’s eyebrows raised as she bit her bottom lip and climbed onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees towards Stella to straddle her stomach. The instant Dana sat astride her, Stella felt the warm wetness between Dana’s legs brush against her and she smirked, looking down as Dana wiggled, marvelling at the sight of Dana’s slick arousal now smearing across the skin of her stomach. Stella was always so amazed with how wet Dana could get and it only made the need to taste her grow stronger. Dana let her hands rest on Stella’s chest for balance, her thumbs brushing gently across her pert nipples, as she bit her lip, her hips rolling in a circular motion, taking advantage of Stella’s hipbone being in just the right position. Stella moaned as her hands came to rest on Dana’s thighs, her fingernails digging in slightly as she guided Dana’s movements, her gaze never leaving the redheads. The more Dana moved the more Stella felt a warmness cover the skin of her lower stomach and she bit her lower lip at the sensation. Moaning, Dana reached up with her hand to touch Stella’s lips, rubbing her index finger over her bottom lip, her breath hitching in her throat when Stella took her digit into her mouth, sucking softly. Dana’s eyes went dark as she watched Stella’s tongue swirl around the finger, circling it with the tip of her tongue before taking it back into her mouth, sucking again. Stella had a very talented mouth.

“Stella-” Dana started but paused, her breath hitching in her throat as Stella took her finger between her teeth, giving it a nip before she continued, her tone low and husky. “Stella, I want to ride your face. Right now.” 

Stella watched Dana intently, the redhead’s eyes suddenly so intense that she felt trapped in her gaze. Stella gave her finger another suck before she let it slide out of her mouth with a pop. Stella’s insides were starting to burn with arousal again at Dana’s words. Dana didn’t get forward like this in the bedroom all the time so when she did it always caught Stella off guard in the best of ways. Licking her bottom lip, Stella searched Dana’s eyes before she dug her fingernails slightly into Dana’s supple hips.

“Do it then.”

Dana bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper as she nodded, her eyes never leaving Stella’s as she got to her knees, her hands moving to frame Stella’s head, shuffling on her knees till she was sitting across Stella’s chest. Stella smiled as she tilted her head forward, the tip of her tongue just long enough to reach the trimmed patch of red curls with a lick, her hands tugging her hips to try and pull her closer. Dana took the hint and got back up and manoeuvred herself so her knees rested on either side of Stella’s head, the blonde now nestled between her legs, blue eyes looking up at her as her arms now moved to wrap around Dana’s thighs and pull her down. Stella let out a low rumble in her throat when Dana lowered herself, keeping most of her weight on her knees in order to keep from smothering her.

Dana’s scent filled her nose again and Stella smiled, holding her hips steady as she gave a firm lick with the flat of her tongue from Dana’s entrance to her clit, the redhead’s hips jutting forwards and her hands falling to her thighs to steady herself. Stella closed her eyes as she dipped into Dana’s entrance, marvelling at how much arousal instantly coated her tongue. Dana patiently let Stella explore as she closed her eyes, her head tilting back a little as her fingers dug into her own thighs. It was a slow torture and Stella enjoyed teasing her on purpose, avoiding the place she desperately sought for her release. Dana opened her eyes to look back down, a whine on her lips as she rocked her hips slightly and her entrance clenched around Stella’s tongue. Stella opened her eyes to look up at Dana, smirking against her as she pulled her tongue out of Dana’s entrance, giving her another lick, tilting her head back enough so she could speak. “Now who’s the impatient one?”

“Shut up,” Dana smirked as her hands moved to reach down, her fingers pushing Stella’s hair back and gripping it softly, her thumbs brushing against Stella’s forehead. Even though Stella could tease her all night she also knew that Dana had more than deserved her reward. Stella got the hint with Dana’s fingers in her hair and gave her clit a soft kiss before pulling away again giving her a nod. Dana licked at her bottom lip, her pupils dilating slightly with the surge of arousal shooting to her centre with Stella’s approval. 

“Tap my leg twice if you need to breathe.”

Stella nodded again as she rested her hands flat on Dana’s thighs as Dana’s knees slid a little further apart on the bed, letting her centre rest flush against Stella’s face, a moan falling from her lips at the feeling of Stella’s wet lips against her swollen flesh. Stella closed her eyes, loving the feeling of Dana against her with her thighs resting against her cheeks while her lips sought purchase against Dana’s clit. Dana let out a low groan as Stella circled her clit with the tip of her tongue, keeping a consistent rhythm. Dana’s hips rocked slightly, involuntarily chasing the movements of Stella’s tongue. Feeling Dana start to move her hips elicited a moan from Stella, her lips wrapping around Dana’s clit and sucking it as Dana’s head fell forwards with a gasp. Her fingers gripped Stella’s hair tighter and she sank down a little further onto Stella’s face.

“God,” Dana groaned as she closed her eyes and pulled Stella’s face closer to her centre, her hips rolling in circles as Stella began to alternate between sucking her clit between her lips and rolling her tongue across it. Stella took a deep breath through her nose as she closed her eyes, focusing on how Dana’s hot centre felt against her face as Dana started to lose her restraint and the movement of her hips became more prominent. Dana bit her bottom lip as she arched her back, her hips rolling across Stella’s mouth while she started to lose herself in the feeling of Stella licking and sucking her with abandon. Stella could tell that Dana was still holding herself back, that she didn’t want to fully let herself go in fear of hurting her and Stella needed to reassure her that she was fine. She wanted Dana to do whatever she had to do to get herself off.

Moaning against Dana’s clit, Stella’s hands gripped her thighs, giving her a sharp tug downwards, Dana’s knees slipping further apart on the bed and putting more weight onto Stella’s face. “Oh fuck!” Dana squeaked, her fingers pulling tight against Stella’s scalp. The movement gave her the reassurance she was looking for and her hips started rocking fiercely against Stella’s mouth, pulling her head closer to where she needed her most. Stella parted her lips and laid her tongue flat against Dana’s clit, allowing Dana to set the pace and roll her hips against her tongue as she opened her eyes, looking up at Dana from between her legs. It was messy and rough, but Stella thought it was the hottest thing ever to see Dana riding her face with no inhibitions, her head tilted downwards and her breasts bouncing with every thrust of her hips, dark blue eyes watching her with a fierce and lustful gaze.

Dana took advantage of the position and  kept Stella’s tongue close, angling her head to push further against her and cradling it in her hands to give her more friction as her hips sped up. On a grunt, Dana’s ankles kicked up involuntarily as she felt a familiar warmth begin to settle in the pit of her stomach while she rested on the balls of her knees to give herself more range of motion and set a faster rhythm. Stella could feel that Dana was close with how her clit throbbed under her tongue and the flood of arousal against her chin, getting slicker with every thrust of Dana’s hips but she could also feel a tightness in her chest with her body telling her she needed to breathe. But she would try to hold off until the last minute to give Dana every chance she could to stay in the rhythm that was obviously working for her. She was sure her chin was soaked. Dana shuffled her hips a little more forward, resting her stiletto covered feet on Stella’s chest, the heels digging into Stella’s skin. The only sounds in the room were wet sucking noises and Dana’s ragged breathing, becoming louder as she desperately chased her orgasm.

Dana’s movements were completely frantic now as she fucked herself against Stella’s face, losing all sense of precaution as she teetered on the edge, getting closer and closer to it with every rock on Stella’s tongue. Stella knew that Dana was close but the pressure in her chest was screaming at her to breathe and she couldn’t hold off a moment longer. Her eyes watched Dana before she gave two solid but quick taps on Dana’s thighs. Dana’s eyes instantly fell to Stella’s and she whined, using all her self restraint to stop her hips and pull herself up enough for Stella to take a large gasp of air. Dana’s thighs shook as her hips continued to gently rock in mid air, desperately seeking something to relieve the intense pulsing of her clit. She was so close, her orgasm right there, and she couldn’t stop herself from whining in her throat while she watched Stella take some deep breaths, filling her lungs with much needed oxygen. Every breath against Dana’s centre caused her toes to curl, teasing her in a way that kept her on that edge.

“Fuck Stella, please. I can’t hold on much longer,” Dana whimpered with her fingers tight in Stella’s hair, struggling to keep from pulling Stella’s face back to her centre and fucking her senseless. Stella took in one last deep breath before she licked her lips and nodded that she was ready again. Dana gave a groan of approval as one hand let go of Stella’s hair and quickly went down to her centre, pulling her labia apart to expose her clit before she lowered herself down, Stella’s lips instantly wrapping around her swollen bud. Keeping her hand there, Dana pulled the hood of her clit back for more direct contact while her other hand pulled Stella closer by her hair. Stella loved to see Dana so desperate, how she seemed to completely drown in her pleasure and lose all awareness of what was around her. Stella flattened her tongue again as Dana’s hips returned to their erratic movement, her entrance clamping down hard as Stella’s tongue now hit her exposed clit. 

“Ugh. Don’t stop. Close,” Dana groaned and quickly returned both hands to Stella’s head, holding her against herself as she let her full weight sink down onto her face, her hips alternating between rocking back and forth and rolling in circles rapidly. Stella gave a hiss when she felt the stilettos dig into her chest again as Dana began to pant, her voice tumbling out in staccato whimpers. Stella buried her fingernails into Dana’s hips to hold her down, trying to prevent her erratic movements from hurting her because she knew Dana was too far gone to consider that right now. Though Stella had to admit that there were far worse ways to go than dying trapped between Dana’s thighs.

Stella opened her eyes to watch Dana as she gave a groan, seeing how Dana’s body moved rhythmically and how her skin glistened with sweat, muscles rippling under the surface of her skin. Her chest and cheeks were heavily flushed with arousal, lips parted, her tongue resting on her bottom lip and her eyebrows knitted together in concentration. Stella moved one hand from Dana’s thigh to slip behind her, sliding her fingers down between Dana’s asscheeks and gathering some of her wetness. Dana gave a moan before her eyes shot open when she felt Stella tease her ass. “Oh fuck!” Dana squealed as she sped up her movements, her eyes never leaving Stella’s gaze as her fingers gripped tightly onto Stella’s hair. Stella could feel Dana’s clit twitch beneath her tongue and a sloppy wet sound filling her ears from the amount of arousal now coating the lower half of her face. Stella let her fingertip slip inside of Dana’s ass and that was what made Dana break.

Dana groaned as she quickened her movements, a familiar tingle spreading from her toes and a warmth blooming in her centre before she quickly pumped her hips erratically against Stella’s waiting mouth, once, twice. 

“I’m coming!” 

Dana tensed for a second and Stella quickly wrapped her lips around her clit and gave a fierce suck which was enough to push Dana over the edge. Dana screamed out Stella’s name as she came and flung her head back, causing the hat to topple off her head and her sweaty red hair to fall down her back. Her orgasm crashed over her as her clit pulsed rhythmically in Stella’s mouth, her entrance clenching and contracting, spilling more arousal into Stella’s waiting mouth as her muscles gripped Stella’s finger tightly. Dana’s body bowed forwards slightly, her hips moving gently against Stella’s mouth, a soft mewl coming out of her mouth as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

Stella moaned with satisfaction as she now lapped at Dana’s clit, smirking when Dana twitched above her with a whimper. Dana looked down with a blissful smile, her fingers untangling from blonde hair as she went to pull herself up on her knees. Stella gave a grumble and held her hips in place, just letting her rise up enough to allow her to breathe and speak. Dana gave her a confused look as she rested her hands either side of Stella’s head, not quite sure that her body could keep itself up on its own. “Stella?”

“I’m not finished tasting you yet,” Stella stated, her voice husky and dry. Dana smirked as she lowered her hips a little more, sitting back up as she let her eyes fall closed, letting herself sink back into the feelings of Stella’s tongue against her centre. Reaching up, Dana gently brushed her fingers over her nipples, rolling them between her thumb and index fingers. The stimulation sent soft pulses to her clit and allowed her to linger in that delicious post-orgasmic plateau for a little bit longer. Stella swirled her tongue around her clit before she moved to her entrance, slipping her tongue inside, feeling Dana’s muscles clamp down on her instantly, a low moan falling from Dana’s lips as she collected the arousal on her tongue and swallowed every drop Dana would give her. Stella would never get enough of tasting her; she was like her own personal drug.

Once Stella was satisfied, she loosened her grip on Dana’s thighs and gently pulled her finger out of her as the redhead looked down and opened her eyes. Lifting herself off of Stella, she shuffled down until she straddled Stella’s hips and could rest her head on Stella’s chest while she got her breathing back under control. Stella wrapped her arms around Dana’s body and pulled her closer as she opened her legs, letting Dana slip down in between them so she could lie down against her. Stella licked her lips and gave another moan when she tasted the salty sweetness of Dana’s arousal on her lips. Lifting her head up, Dana rested her chin on Stella’s left breast and watched as Stella licked her glistening lips. Stella in turn saw how Dana was staring at her lips so intently, her eyes heavy lidded and content. Stella brought her fingers to her chin, wiping the wetness from her skin before she pulled them away enough to look at the sticky substance stretching between them. 

Dana bit her bottom lip before she reached up to grab Stella’s wrist. Stella’s eyes fell back to Dana’s as she watched Dana bring her fingers to her mouth, licking them and sucking them, tasting herself on them. “Fuck” Stella whispered as she watched Dana suck on her fingers, observing how her tongue swirled around them to collect every bit of her own arousal. Stella loved it when Dana tasted herself. There was something so erotic about it and she could feel her clit begin to throb in response, once again seeking attention. Stella bit her bottom lip as Dana let go of her wrist, wiggling up until they were face to face before she leaned down and started to lick the skin around her lips and chin. Stella’s eyes fell shut as her hips jerked upwards, hitting Dana’s pelvis. Dana smirked as she continued to kiss and lick her face until she reached her lips and smashed them together in a sloppy kiss, all tongues and teeth. Pulling away, she felt Stella’s hips move beneath her in search of friction.

“You’re insatiable,” Dana chuckled, kissing along her jaw and sucking slightly on soft spots of skin, not hard enough to leave a mark.

“You love it,” Stella growled, her hands reaching up to Dana’s back, her nails gliding down her spine, leaving red marks in their wake. Dana moaned as she shifted slightly, moving her hand down to brush against Stella’s waxed centre. Stella’s legs fell open as Dana’s fingertips rubbed large circles over her clit before she dropped down to collect arousal on her fingers. Stella hissed slightly in response, her hips shifting away from Dana’s fingers.

Dana paused as she looked into Stella’s face. “Too sensitive?” It was a whisper as her fingers moved back up to her clit, rubbing lazily. Stella slowly became aware of an ache between her legs, a result of being fucked into oblivion. It was definitely a good ache, but it still caused her some discomfort. Stella arched her neck to capture Dana in another kiss, this time slower as her hips gently lifted up every time Dana caught her clit at the right angle. Pulling away from the kiss, Stella grabbed Dana’s ass and held it closer with a smirk.

“You fucked me raw, Dana.”

Dana giggled as she kissed her once more, a smirk still on both their lips. Dana pulled away from the kiss and raised her eyebrow, her eyes twinkling. “Well, you know, I read a theory that human saliva can be extremely beneficial for treatment of raw skin and contains analgesic properties…” Trailing off, Dana began to move down Stella’s body, Stella’s legs falling open wider as Dana settled between them with her fingers sprawled across Stella’s stomach. “…maybe I should test that theory?” Stella smirked as Dana leaned down and gently gave a firm lick from Stella’s ass to her clit, collecting the seeping arousal from her entrance. Moaning in her throat, Stella reached down to brush Dana’s hair out of her face as she watched her begin to eat her out, a blissful smile on her face.

“Ever my little scientist, aren’t you?”

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[cheezritsu]

Atsumu Miya || Unravelling

[Uhn•rav•uhl] verb, informal. to take apart; undo; destroy

Warnings: implied sex, mentions of sex, quick depiction of self harming behaviors (not explicit.) Inspired by SZA’s Supermodel

It must be considered deviant and demonic how the constant the thud thud THUD! Rings out with an even pace in the hallway of Tokyo’s finest apartment complexes. If it weren’t for the fact that calling the police would no doubt result in a press field day none of the residents of Park Mansion Akasaka wanted, someone would have filed a noise complaint. It’s a shame they did not—perhaps there might be a certain clout that comes with exposing MSBY setter Miya Atsumu’s intimate life, but it would also have saved time, money, and tears in the long run.

But, the residents of the 9th floor could not see into the future. They were instead, attempting to mind their business and not be bothered by Miya trying to make back beats by fucking someone into a mattress.

That little comparison was Osamu’s first scathing critique, until he froze completely. The disgust melted into horror as he turned his head to his companion.

“Hey-,” he starts, but as he catches the expression, the words dry up.

Yes, it would have been nicer—no, merciful—if the residents of the 9th floor had called the police when this happened, if only to spare you from witnessing it yourself.

Your hands get so clammy, the plastic bag in your hand nearly slips out. You catch yourself before the beer bottles can shatter on the marble floor that costs more than your entire block. It’s an easy clean up, but it would probably be very sticky, and disastrous, you think. Almost as disastrous as—

It starts up again, rhythmic and constant like an orchestrated performance. You and Osamu are mere steps outside the apartment, and you can hear the manic, frayed screams coming from the walls. It sounds like they’re in pain; just the way Atsumu likes it.

“Y/N,” Osamu tries once again to get your attention. The pity in his voice is unmistakable, and you hate that of all the emotions the usually stoic twin shows you, this is the one he’s chosen. Pity. Sympathy.

“Guess that’s why he didn’t pick up the phone,” you remark casually, refusing to look Osamu in the eye. “I’ll just leave it by his door with a note.”

Osamu says your name, this time with a firm edge that demands attention. You don’t give it to him. You’re too busy trying not to actively throw the takeout and beer you bought out of your measly paycheck to help your friend (attachment, entanglement, dick appointment, are all better words than friend) feel better after a crushing defeat at the hands of the Saitama Spears. (Crushing, like his hands must be around her neck for the moans to sound so strangled.) No matter, you say to yourself, hands shaking as you send him a text. Something cute and sweet with a properly sickening amount of heart emojis, like any good (not quite) girlfriend would do. Whatever it takes.

Ignoring how the click of your heels mesh with the steady thrum of Atsumu’s two thousand yen headboard against his 100 million yen walls, you march back the exact way you came; down the white, sterile hallway and passed the doors that housed the rest of the 9th floor, who would, unknowingly, pay for the mistake of not asking the shameless Atsumu Miya to please, please keep his fucking at a tolerable volume. Fame and infamy come with perks, one supposes, but they also come with karma.

You’re not thinking of revenge, though. You’re wondering how you’ll make it to the elevator without completely coming apart at the seams. Something in you unravels, much like it might if Atsumu were playing you like the fool you were; perfectly manicured setter hands curling, scratching, plucking at all the right places. No, this unravelling is much slower, much more painful, as if the single thread that creates your existence is being snipped in half. When you push the call button for the elevator, you think the thread is severed completely, because you have to lean your head on the cold steel to steady yourself.

Osamu’s approaching footsteps really only register in the very depths of your mind. The heavy breathing doesn’t really sound like yours—how could it be anyways, when you were miles away from your body, floating in the ether like a ghost; forgotten, discarded, alone. Untethered.

You lift your head up only to bang it against the wall. The soft thud is reminiscent of the moment that just transpired, and you—subconsciously, like you were possessed—start bashing your forehead to the same piledriver waltz Atsumu had played.

“Y/N!” Pity. Bang! Worry. Bang! Sympathy. Bang! Could you crush your skull this way? The mystery woman’s screams tangle in your brain like an earworm, the salacious sounds on repeat. Bang!

When Osamu’s hand lands on your shoulders, it feels like he’s tethered your soul back into your body. You wrench yourself out of his grip.

“Don’t!-” you begin to scream, but you catch the look he gives you. His grey-brown eyes are wet with concern, darting between the growing red spot on your forehead to the watery snarl on your lips. You take a shuddering breath to keep the hysteria from bubbling into your tone. “Don’t touch me. I’m fine.”

Osamu doesn’t even raise an eyebrow in pretence. His mask of neutrality and sarcasm is completely gone, replaced with anger. “You were banging your head into the wall like a patient in a psych ward.”

“That’s unnecessarily stereotypical, Osamu. I thought you were better than that.”

Crossed arms. He’s seconds away from blowing his lid. “Yer not funny.”

You wonder what would happen if Osamu blanked on you in here. Would these good-for-nothing neighbors actually call the police then? What a headline: Miya twins apprehended in two separate noise complaints. Kita would probably stop sending Osamu rice out of embarrassment.

You don’t want to fight Osamu anyways. It’s not his fault that the bearer of his face is fucking another girl as you speak.

The elevator dings, and you step inside. It’s fortunately empty. Osamu stands right next to you, hovering like an overprotective parent. The chrome doors of the elevator slide shut and you’re face to face with your own reflection: hollow, sunken eyes the most expensive concealer can’t fix; posture hunched from years of slaving over work and school; nails short and busted from part time jobs that barely pay the bills. Nails that have been raked down the chiseled, marble back of a man who didn’t belong to you, and never did.

Her nails were probably nicer. Probably manicured. Maybe he paid for it. You can’t even see your nails anymore, because your head is in your hands, shielding your ugly cries from Osamu, who bears the face of the man who doesn’t love you.

“I should have just taken the fucking hint,” you sniffle, wiping the running eyeliner from the corner of your eye. “Shoulda left him alone.”

Osamu just hums. You wished it was anyone else but him. Osamu isn’t bad at a lot of things, but comfort was one of them. He just stares vacantly at the doors, a grimace replacing his usual thin lipped look, but other than that he appears unbothered.

And then, like he’s reading condolences off a list, he says: “I’m sorry.”

The words in their sincerity sound foreign on his tongue. With one big sniff you pull the thread keeping you together tightly, gathering yourself. “What’re you apologising for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Sorry my brother is a complete piece of shit.”

“Well, we both knew that, didn’t we.”

Osamu can’t place what he dislikes about that phrase, but the elevator interrupts his thought process. The doors open to reveal one of the security guards eying you two up and down. His eyes narrow for a moment on Osamu’s face, and then dip down to yours.

“There a problem here, Miya-san?”

On any other day he might have pulled a fast one on this guard, but you promptly walk out of the elevator, leaving Osamu to follow your lead wordlessly. The world outside the Park Mansion Akasaka is still turning, still bustling with people catching trains home from work, their patent leather shoes from office jobs clicking on the sidewalk to a rhythm you can’t match. The thud of the salarymen’s briefcases hitting their legs echo like the headboard off Atsumu’s walls. It’s everywhere, everywhere, and your insides churn sickeningly.

You stop, one hand leaning against the glass. Osamu catches up, hands halting just before they reach your back. “Stop running away from me, name,” he says softly, exasperated. “I’m trying to help.”

“How long.”

Osamu blinks. “What?”

You’re nearly doubled over with nausea, your free hand pressed flat against your chest to keep your lungs compressing. “How long has he been with her?”

“I don’t know.”

“I swear to god, if you’re lying to me-“

“(Name) I would never do that to you.”

The promise doesn’t reassure you. Osamu runs a hand through his hair. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in right now. And I’m not going to say anything—“

“Like what?” You look at him over your shoulder, eyes squinted in malice. “Like I told you so?”

Your insolence is wearing out Osamu’s sliver of empathy. You’re unbearable like this, you know that, and Osamu is less tolerable than most. “Your words, not mine.”

“Your brother is cheating on me.”

“You’re not together.”

“There it is!” You let your head fall back in rumbling, humorless laughter. “I was waiting for that.”

“I don’t want to be a dick right now.”

“Too late, ‘Samu.” You haul yourself up, buttoning the front of your coat. “Go home, work on your winter menu. I’ll be fine.”

The statement is met with rightful skepticism, but when you start to walk away, Osamu doesn’t follow. You can’t decide whether or not this hurts, because the all encompassing pain finally registers to the rest of your body. You try to numb yourself, dissociating as every step towards home becomes a blur. Akasaka’s beautiful lights and towers fade into lesser Tokyo’s decrepit neighborhoods, with sketchy alleys and dimly lit streets. Your apartment complex is a shoebox to Atsumu’s tower residence, and it feels just as claustrophobic when you step into your crowded, tiny apartment.

It’s nicer than what your friends can afford, but that doesn’t make it any better. Your couch is also your bed, and your desk faces the window even though you can’t properly study this way. The kitchen is perpetually clean because you can’t cook anything in it. You’re sure the fridge is empty, but it’s fine, because you simply peel off your clothing and curl into a ball on your bed.

It’s not even late. You have work and assignments to do, but as you check the time on your phone, you’re immediately taken to your camera roll, where a picture from several days ago stares back at you mockingly.

It’s from his bathroom, the one that has a television screen by the bathtub, the one with hotel lighting that makes you look glowy and ethereal no matter what. You’re half dressed, in the middle of putting on your morning skincare when Atsumu comes up behind you, arms around your waist. Your face is obscured, but you remember how happy and loved you felt to have his lips pressed against your temple, the heat of his body in your side. How surrounded and safe and warm you felt.

But moments are as fleeting and fragile as glass. The illusion has been shattered, and you’re left in a cocoon of blankets nowhere near as satisfactory as his body heat, in a dark and dingy apartment you will probably stay in for the rest of your life.

Just as you’re about to set your alarm for the morning, a notification pops up. The sparkles around his name indicate that Atsumu has finally, finally texted you back.

✨T’sumu✨: sorry I missed you babe I was not in a good place

✨T’sumu✨: you got work tmrrw? You always know how to cheer me up

It’s as if your heart has been snatched out of your rib cage; your chest hollows and collapses as a sob hiccups in your throat. Something wet slides across your temple. It’s not Atsumu’s lips, not even close. You wipe the tears with the back of your hand, and throw your phone across the room.

It shatters.

#atsumu miya #miya atsumu #this makes him seem shitty and hes not #This was hoing to be a very long and spiralling fic where the reader slowly descends into hysteria over being cast aside #i wanted to illustrate how compleltly devastating and upending this is #and i love the word unravelling #haikyuu!! #hq!! #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #reader x miya atsumu #reader x atsumu miya

[sandersstudies]

Quirky - Chapter 4

A High School Superhero AU - Sanders Sides

(US Boku No Hero Academia AU - Will add tag list in a reblog! If I miss you, please let me know ASAP - Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than usual- As always, asks, comments, messages, reblogs, and keysmashes are more than welcome.)

-> Chapter Five

<- Chapter Three

<<- Chapter One

You can now also find the fic with the same username and title on AO3 :)

Something’s wrong, Patton realized as he rolled through the doors of the school. Upperclassmen in the hallway were whispering to one another. Some of the first-years looked almost dazed. A group of students from Patton’s class huddled around a locker, looking at something on a smartphone. Nobody was laughing.

Patton knew it was rude to use his quirk without permission, but he couldn’t resist extending his mind into the surrounding space: a jumble of sounds and emotions, too thick to sort through. A passing girl almost bumped into his wheelchair, and made eye contact for a split second.

Something happened. The brief glimpse hadn’t been enough to give Patton any details. He stared around again, but everyone was rushing to class or focused on a conversation. Patton turned toward his classroom and rolled faster. He was a little early but he had a better chance of finding out what was going on there. A kid rounding the corner glanced at him, and Patton caught another image.

It’s the news, something on the news, he thought. The haze that hung over the school reflected that. His quirk was picking up general disturbances left and right, and most of the students’ thoughts seemed suspended in a cloud too thick to make out individuals. Something on the news — a murder? A natural disaster? An alien arrival?

When Patton reached his classroom, it was empty except for Virgil, who started to glance up and then immediately stared down at his notebook. He would, unfortunately, be very little help. He was always charged with nervous emotion, and today was no different. Whether he was even nervous for the same reason as the other students, it was impossible to tell.

“Good morning,” Patton tried.

“Mmm,” Virgil said. He was blocking his notebook with one arm, hunching over it so closely that Patton couldn’t see his face.

“What are you working on?”

“Nothing.” The response was clipped, and Patton took the hint to be silent as other students started to enter the room. Logan and Terrance sat down near Virgil, and Patton resisted using his quirk any more. Too much probing and people would notice. If Patton’s quirk had taught him anything, it was that whatever was upsetting the other students would come out eventually.

Some students were whispering harshly to one another as they entered the classroom, and others were silent. Patton tried to watch them out of the corner of his eye. A few, like himself, gave off bursts of confusion which grew dark as their friends leaned over to fill them in. Patton only caught a few words.

“Did you hear?…last night...police…”

There must have been a villain attack, Patton thought. That would explain it. But the attack must have been of some unprecedented size to raise such concern among the students. A little attempted arson or petty larceny was barely newsworthy as long as the event was stopped be a professional hero as most were. Only major destructions and deaths were widely known to the public, and Patton could remember no sirens, no explosions disturbing his sleep the previous night. If only he’d had time to talk to Dad in the morning…

Mr. Picani entered the classroom, began to shut the door, and then paused to hold it open one extra second as Roman rushed into the room with an apologetic nod. The nearest open seat was the one in front of Patton, and Roman slid into it instead of his normal seat on the other side of the room. Patton had never seen Roman look so demure. The boy’s shoulders slumped slightly, and his eyes were red, bloodshot even. When he reached to unzip his backpack, Patton thought he saw his hand shaking.

I wonder if the villain attack was near his house. That was always a scary event, especially late at night. He’s not hurt at all, though. Physical pain tended to fill a room like smoke; Patton could always tell when it was around.

Mr. Picani stood behind the front desk, and the room fell silent. He tapped a stack of papers against the table, and Patton felt the teacher’s nervousness seeping out of the cracks in his calm exterior.

“I’ll be filling in for Mr. Sanders today,” Mr. Picani said, adjusting his glasses twice. “I’m sure…” The teacher’s usually lilting voice was halting. “I’m sure some of you have heard the news that Mr. Sanders has been arrested.”

No gasp or chatter went up in the class, only silence and a wave of passive acceptance that Patton felt sweep the room. What had been momentarily doubted as gossip was now confirmed.

“I understand this may be a very stressful time for you,” Mr. Picani went on. “But we here at UA want to maintain our normal schedule in the face of difficulty as much as possible. In hero work, these kind of disturbances may interrupt at any time. That being said, if any of you feel you need someone to talk to, myself and the other school counselors always keep our doors open.”

Roman shifted in his seat.

The teacher went on. “Since homeroom is only ten minutes, we don’t have a lot of time at present, but if the class would prefer a more thorough discussion during Hero Studies, I can facilitate that as well. I’ll give you the rest of this time for yourselves.” He sat down.

Free time was usually coveted during the school day, but the students were not particularly talkative for the rest of homeroom. There was some whispering, clearing up of details, but that was all. Even Roman merely leaned back to pick the uneven edge off a piece of notebook paper, crumbling the shards between his fingers. None of his friends approached him, and he did not look up.

Patton scribbled absentmindedly in his notebook. Little swirls and delicate lines helped him focus his thoughts and keep out of other people’s heads, but he couldn’t help but notice Mr. Picani staring at a paper without moving his eyes, clearly thinking, distant. Patton wondered if the two teachers knew each other well, if they were friends, even. How much did Mr. Picani know about the arrest?

Patton felt something tap the wheel of his chair, and glanced down. A red pencil had rolled across the floor, just out of his reach.

“Excuse me,” he said, tapping Roman on the shoulder. “I think you dropped that.”

The other boy whirled around and in the split-second eye contact before Roman’s eyes fell to the floor, Patton felt a blast of confusion out of proportion to his discovery of the pencil. Patton sat back in his chair as Roman fumbled for the pencil and then turned around with a mumbled “thanks.”

Patton resisted asking any more questions. Roman was subdued at the moment, but Patton remembered his outburst in the cafeteria earlier in the week. If Remy hadn’t stepped in, Patton didn’t know how far Roman might have gone.

That’s another reason to keep my quirk to myself, Patton thought. Exposure to a quirked empath scared some people. Roman wasn’t the first to be startled, and even angered, when he realized what was happening. Patton didn’t like to think of his quirk as a weapon, but he couldn’t escape remembering that it could be used that way.

“It’s not polite to go through somebody’s thoughts like you’re rummaging through drawers,” Patton’s father always said.

Patton took off his glasses as the bell rang. It helped his quirk lay quiet when everything was soft at the edges.

***

Lunchtime was, for Patton, a respite from bombardment with endless thoughts. People’s heads got quieter when their voices got louder, and when he sat at a table by himself, the increased distance meant he heard even the strongest emotions as if through a wall. Joy sounded like a pounding waterfall, and Patton had often as a child fallen asleep to the sound of his parent’s warm thoughts like a distant stream. Sadness sounded like the hurried breaths that came before crying, jumpy instead of constant. Patton always tried to get rid of that sound. In middle school he’d purposefully sat with the kids whose brains sounded like that, to start a conversation. After all, people’s heads got quieter when their voices got louder.

Patton balanced his bagged lunch in his lap with one hand, rolling his chair with the other as he looked for an empty table. Remy waved from his seat between Terrance and Virgil, and Patton waved back. Virgil was leaning across the table to say something to Logan, who nodded in agreement. Patton could hear their waterfalls from a distance. It was none of his business, but Patton was glad that Virgil, always so nervous, had managed to make some friends.

Patton’s usual place near the back looked empty until he rolled past a group of upperclassmen and saw one figure half-hunched over the table. He almost turned to start looking for a new place when he recognized the wavy blond head.

Roman again. It was strange that the class representative had abandoned his usual place among his friends, and stranger still that he’d chosen the place where he’d mocked Patton only a couple days before, but Patton was reminded of the kids who sat alone in middle school, and rolled closer. He dropped his bag on the table. Roman jerked.

“What are you doing here?”

“I always sit here,” Patton said, unpacking his lunch. “Remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” Roman said. He was still, and then suddenly moved to grab his tray. “I can go, if you—”

“That’s okay,” Patton said. He took a bite out of his sandwich. “I don’t mind.”

Roman settled back into his seat.

“Why aren’t you sitting with your friends?” Patton asked after a minute.

“Dunno.”.

“You must have sat here for some reason,” Patton tried again.

“Just don’t feel much like talking to them,” Roman said, a tinge of hostility in his voice..

“Or eating, apparently,” Patton said. Roman had been shoving his food around with a fork.

The two boys ate in silence for a minute. Patton kept a tight rein on his mind, fearing any probe might drive Roman away again. He was curious about the other boy’s behavior.

“You didn’t try for class president,” Roman said suddenly.

“No,” Patton responded. “Congratulations, by the way.”

“Don’t you want to be the best?”

“At some things,” Patton said. “Not at being class president, though. Enjoying your new position?”

“Well, I haven’t done anything yet.” Roman paused. “Sorry if I’m bothering you.”

“That’s okay,” Patton said. “Not many people want to talk to me anyway.” He stirred his pudding. Not that I mind it much that way.

“Oh.” Roman said. “Is it because of—” He waved his hand in front of his eyes, and Patton noticed that he’d dared make eye contact.

“Probably,” Patton said. “You didn’t like it very much yourself.”

Roman used one fingernail to scratch at the edge of the table. “Actually, I.” He stared at his finger, and then dropped it into his lap. “I meant to apologize about that. I was a big jerk that day. I’ve been a big jerk a lot.”

“Thank you for your apology,” Patton said. He didn’t need to use his quirk to know that it was authentic. “Was that why you came to sit here?”

“Part of it, I guess,” Roman said. “But I think I’ve been lying to myself a little bit. I don’t know, really. Sorry to be blabbering to you like this, especially after I’ve been a jerk.”

“It’s okay,” Patton said. “I’m sort of used to it.

“I just don’t want to see my friends right now and, well, you seem like the kind of person it’s safe to talk to. Like you could keep a secret.”

“Thank you, I think.”

Roman’s eyes darted around unsteadily. “Could I tell you a secret?”

“Sure,” Patton said. He felt a spark of curiosity.

“I was there last night, right before Mr. Sanders got arrested.”

“What?” If it wasn’t for his quirk, Patton wouldn’t have believed the statement for a second, but it was true — or, at least, Roman thought it was.

“I just need to get it off my chest, I guess,” Roman said. “Me and...some other students. We went out late last night to see the logo that got painted — did you hear about that?”

Patton nodded. It was another thing he’d heard a bit from other’s minds before he’d seen it on the news. But the logo was gone now, scheduled to be removed this morning.

“Well, we went to see it, and while we were there, I saw Mr. Sanders and...and the Flying Falcon.”

“That’s your dad,” Patton remembered.

“They had a fight like the ones you see in the movies and on the news,” Roman said. Throughout the conversation, he’d been leaning further across the table, toward Patton. “And right before I ran away I…You swear you can keep a secret?”

“Who would I tell?”

Roman nodded, but paused and chewed the inside of his lip. “That’s all, I guess,” he said. He settled back into his seat.“It was stupid of us to go out, really.”

“Well, maybe now it won’t happen again.”

“Maybe,” Roman said. He stood up. “Sorry to bother you, but thanks for listening and all. And I’m really sorry, again, about before.”

Patton nodded. “I hope everything’s okay.”

“Yeah, yeah, me too.” Roman said as he started to walk away. “Me too.”

Patton mused over his lunch until the bell rang and he rolled away to class.

***

“I’d like to begin with a quick activity,” Mr. Picani said, walking around the room to place slips of paper on students’ desks. “I often find that in group settings, students are shy to speak up in front of their classmates for fear of seeming silly. Now, I’m of the belief that there is no such thing as a stupid question, but sometimes we need a safe environment to share our questions and our feelings. So, let’s take a minute to write down any questions or feelings we might have that we may be too shy to share out loud.” He passed the last of the papers out, and then perched on the edge of his desk. “Remember, there are no stupid questions.”

Patton stared down at the blank clipping of paper. The top was uneven where Mr. Picani had sheared it away from the rest of the sheet. He tapped his pencil against his desk. Sometimes it was difficult to sort through everyone else’s feelings to find his own. He placed his glasses in his lap and blinked a few times, trying to retreat back into his own skull.

How did he feel? Well, he didn’t like that Mr. Sanders was gone. It made him...not scared...uneasy. Heroes weren’t supposed to go to jail. What had he gone to jail for, anyhow?

That’s a question, Patton realized. Was that information on the news? Oh well, no stupid questions. He wrote it down, his letters slightly crooked without the help of his glasses, and folded his paper in half. When Mr. Picani circled the classroom with a glass jar, Patton dropped  his paper in. When the teacher made it back to the front of the room, he lightly shook the jar before drawing a few papers in his hand.

“Remember,” he said. “We aren’t here to make judgements, we’re here to have a discussion. Let’s see what we have here.”

Many of the papers were about Mr. Sanders’ arrest, lots of feelings reflecting what Patton had felt from the students throughout the day. Uncomfortable, scared, upset, sad, angry, confused.

Every time Mr. Picani read off an emotion, he would say, “how many of you feel like that?” and several of the students would raise their hand. Mr. Picani sometimes raised his hand as well.

“I recognize,” Mr. Picani said, pulling his glasses off and setting the jar on the desk next to him. “That many of you still have a lot of unanswered questions. I want you to understand that we, the teachers, also still have questions. We are not hiding information, we’re right there with you.” He twirled the glasses between his hands. “I like to do activities like this to remind you that you aren’t alone, we all experience these emotions from time to time. This is a very confusing time for everybody, and it’s frustrating and saddening for us that this has happened right as all of you are beginning your time at UA.”

He reached into the jar again, and peeled open a scrap of paper which had been folded over itself many times. “Speaking of beginning your time at UA,” he said, a bit of his normal smile returning to his face. “This student says, ‘I am worried about Mr. Sanders because he seems nice but also I am still worried that my quirk is not as good as my classmates.’” As he read, Patton detected a sudden spark of fearful energy on the other side of the room. Virgil’s anxiety was spiking.

He wrote that, Patton realized.

“It’s almost nice to see such a common concern from a student,” Mr. Picani said. “And that’s what it is, a common concern. Anybody who is thinking or feeling this way, you are not alone either.” He smiled softly and gazed over the class. “Not everybody is so confident as they pretend to be here,” he said. “And many students compare themselves to upperclassmen or even to professional heroes. It’s important to remember that each and every one of you is here because you passed the same test as most of your classmates, or because you were professionally recommended by a current hero, and neither passing exam grades nor recommendations are given lightly.”

Patton drummed his fingers against his knee. He still wasn’t sure exactly what the entrance exam had contained, though he knew when the other students thought of it they experienced a rush of adrenaline. He was probably lucky he’d managed to bypass it. He knew without his quirk, of course, that Roman was the other recommended student. The son of two major heroes was unlikely to be otherwise.

“Everyone in this class has their quirk on record in student files,” Mr. Picani went on. “And every year we are impressed with the variety of talent among our students. Everyone in this room deserves to be here, and all of you are here to make the most out of your quirk, so you can use it for the most good.”

Virgil sunk lower in his seat, bouncing his leg.

He got in on the entrance exam that I didn’t even take, Patton thought. Hundreds of people take it and don’t pass. How can he think his quirk isn’t good enough?

Granted, Patton hadn’t seen Virgil’s quirk yet, but that was true for much of the class. People like Roman had the ability to be flashy and dramatic, but Virgil, Logan, and many other students chose to keep to themselves, and that included their quirk abilities. If it wasn’t for that moment in the cafeteria, Remy’s quirk would have remained secret until he’d tried to use it in the field test.

Think of the devil, Patton thought as Remy glanced over at him. Remy’s energy felt like pop rocks in his mind. It wasn’t a bad thing.

Mr. Picani talked through a few more questions and feelings before giving the students the rest of the class to themselves again. “However, assuming Mr. Sanders has not returned tomorrow, we will be picking up on the syllabus where you left off,” he said when the final bell rang.

Patton was always one of the last to leave; he didn’t like getting stuck in the crowd at the end of the day. He smiled politely to Mr. Picani when he left, and the man’s face wrinkled slightly around the eyes as he returned the glance. Patton wasn’t trying to pry, but there was a well of sadness below the teacher’s calm exterior, and Patton felt, as he always did, as if he’d entered into a room marked Private, where he wasn’t supposed to be.

As Patton rolled out of the doors of the school, he saw Virgil waving goodbye to Logan before shoving his hands into his pockets and slinking off in the other direction. Virgil always walked home at the end of the day; he must live close to the school. Patton rolled after him and reached out to touch his arm.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked.

Virgil started to turn around, and then abruptly drove his gaze into the ground. “Yeah, fine. See you tomorrow.” He shuffled away like he was in a rush at the pool, but the lifeguard was watching from under the “no running” sign.

Patton’s phone buzzed before he could decide whether or not he ought to follow. When he glanced at the screen, his father’s icon lit up.

“Hey, Dad,” he said as he answered. “Everything okay?” It was remarkable, the lack of thought he picked up over the phone. Every conversation seemed a little mysterious. He supposed that was what it was like for other people all the time.

“Everything okay with you?” his father replied. There was light noise in the background, and Patton supposed his father was still at work. “I wish we’d had a chance to talk before you got on the bus this morning. Did you hear about what happened last night?” He wasn’t a hero, but Patton’s father seemed to be always up-to-date on villain news. It came from working in a hospital and seeing the casualties. There was also, of course, the other reason—

“Yeah, Dad, I heard all about it,” Patton said. No need to think about that.

“Weren’t snooping, I hope?” Dr. Summers joked.

“Only a little,” Patton admitted. “You remember Mr. Picani? He took over our class today. But I’m fine. Some of the other students were kind of upset, though.” Roman.

“Well, you would know,” Dr. Summers said. “It’s all I heard about from the nurses at work today. You about to catch the bus home?”

“Yeah, if only I can get my dad to stop delaying me.”

“All right, all right, I get it. I’ll see you tonight. Love you.”

“Love you.”

#sanders sides #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #emile picani #studywritesstuff

[miracloud]

Sudden Turn of Events

kang daniel x y/n

enemies-to-lovers (more of a friendly rivalry?)

fluff fluff, bit of crime

it’s 4 pm and the sound of the cafe’s door opening signals that he’s here again

you made an eye contact with him. he flashed a smirk while you rolled your eyes. he went to the counter along with his two other friends, Jisung and Seongwoo

“hey y/n, fancy seeing you here”

“you see me everyday Daniel. you always come at 4 pm.”

“hmm...  so you’ve been observing me?”, smirk not leaving his lips.

you saw other customers lining so you changed the conversation and asked for their orders

this all started when (a little flashback y’all) Daniel, your archenemy, discovered you working in a cafe. what made it worse was that, you had a big fight with him in school on the same day. when you saw him, you tried to hide from him but that guy has a quick eye

you were assigned on the counter and thankfully, there were no customers so you can hide well

“y/n! what are you doing there? there’s a customer. get their orders!”, the manager shouted.

you stood up to see Daniel smirking

“didn’t know that you are working here? and you look nice in that uniform”, he said.

you tried to keep it professional and asked for his order. this made him laugh.

“what the hell? why are you so serious?”, he said in between his laugh

“because i’m at work? now, what’s your order?”

fortunately, he gave you his order and sat in one of the closest seats from the counter. you were uncomfortable working that entire afternoon. you can feel his stare following you wherever you go. after that, he went to the cafe almost everyday (end of flashback)

one of your co-workers tap your shoulder.

“y/n, can you get these drinks to that table? one of them insisted that you should bring them the drinks. i’m sorry”, she explained.

“oh, no need to apologize. sure, i’ll bring them their drinks”

you grabbed the drinks and walked towards the trio’s table. daniel, on the other hand, was eyeing you from head to foot. you placed the drinks on their table while giving a smile to Jisung and Seongwoo. after that, you closed the distance between you and Daniel and whispered.

“am i that attractive that you can’t take your gaze away from me?”

he scoffed. “you wish”. “then stop staring at me”, you replied.

“ooh, am i distracting you from work?”, he added. you left their table after you shook your head in disapproval

the next day in school, you did your usual routine. that is to 50% study and to 50% fight with Daniel. you started it today.

while he was walking on the hallway, you stretched your legs and he tripped. you took a photo of it and ran away from him.

you can say that the school is like a playground to you and daniel. he then chased you around the school until he caught up to you. he grabbed your shoulder strongly that you almost flew away

he pushed you to the wall (KABE-DON!)

he’s DANGEROUSLY close to you and you’re blushing profusely (you don’t even know why)

“ooh, so you like this kind of position?”, he leaned and whispered to you

you pushed him away with a rather irritated face. you went back to your classroom and a minute after, Daniel also entered the class.

whenever you look at the back, you can see him smirking at you and occasionally giving you winks

you wanted to punch him but at the same time, your heart is beating fast

when the school bell rang, you rushed to the cafe. you actually thought that you’ll escape from him but remembered that he goes to the cafe almost every day. you just wished that he won’t come

it’s almost 5 pm and he’s not yet in the cafe so you sighed in relief. “thank god, he won’t visit today”, you thought to yourself

it’s closing time and you’re just cleaning the tables before going home. you jumped when you felt a pair of hands embracing your waist.

“what the hell are you doing, Daniel? and how did you even get in?!”, and he pointed to your co-worker who was on the verge of escaping from the cafe.

“did you just threaten her?”, you said shocked. before anyone of you can speak, your co-worker spoke timidly

“y/n, do you think you can finish things here?”

“oh, yeah. sure. good job today!”, you said before she left the place

you didn’t know that behind your back, Daniel was actually giving her signs to leave already. you looked at your waist and his hands are still there. you pushed his hands away and continued cleaning.

Daniel sat in one of the seats while looking at you.

“why are you here later than 4?”, you closed your mouth after realizing how it sounded

“you were waiting for me, huh?”  “i’m not”

you’ve finally finished everything. you changed to your casual clothes, turned off the lights and locked the door. daniel was just following you throughout these events

“why are you still following me? i’m going home”

“just need to make sure you get home safe”

you rolled your eyes. “Daniel, I’m always walking home alone. Nothing bad will happen” then he shoved his phone to your face

it says on the screen: A Suspicious Man has been spotted harassing women near ****** Street (just don’t know what street to put)

“oh yeah, i’ve seen this news”, you told him. “and it’s okay with you?”, he said slightly irritated.

“of course not but i don’t think it will happen to me. and by the way, why are you even concerned?”

“never mind. just walk”

usually, you would hate hearing Daniel command you but you actually felt happy? not because you finally accepted the kink(lol) but you felt protected

before you can enter your house, he gave you a piece of paper with his number on it. “are we seriously exchanging numbers now after a year?”, you laughed given the situation.

daniel also laughed. “now that you’ve mentioned, that’s correct. now, call me if ever something will happen. i can’t go to the cafe tomorrow”.

for the first time, you actually feel thankful? it’s quiet and it gave you time to look at him carefully. his eyes, his plump lips, his broad shoulders that can engulf you in mere seconds if he wanted to

“are you... checking me out?”, he said while trying to stop smiling

“i’m not! go home, daniel”, he gave you a sweet smile, the one you haven’t seen for a long time, and walked away. before he can go too far, you shouted, “thank you!”. you ran inside because you’re too embarrassed to look at him. daniel on the other hand was shocked to hear those words from you but can’t help smiling (his signature eye smile <3)

the next day at school, daniel was absent for the whole day. surprisingly, you missed his constant teasing and your bickering. the day at school passed quickly and it’s your shift again. without daniel who’s always in the cafe to eye you, it was pretty boring. 

it’s closing time and you sighed heavily. finally, it’s your day off tomorrow. again, you cleaned the place on your own. your co-worker needs to attend to a family matter so she excused herself

you heard the door opened and you can’t help but smile. guess he will still visit you. you looked behind to see not Daniel but a man fully covered from head to foot

“sir, we’re already closed. if you still have time, you may come back tomorrow” but he did not move and you’re getting an unsettling feeling from him. you turned your heel and ran to the staff room immediately. you tightly closed the door while you can hear the man talking in gibberish, constantly knocking on the door.

you were a crying mess. it’s the first time you’ve ever experienced this. suddenly, you remembered daniel’s number. with shaking hands, you looked for his number in your wallet and hastily entered it on your phone

“hello?”, you heard his voice and it made you a little calm.

“daniel, help me. a man is in the cafe”, you can’t help but sob when you heard his worried voice.

“wait, stay on that room, okay? i’m on my way. don’t hang up the phone.”

the knocks grew louder and it made you panic.

“where are you? i’m seriously getting scared now”. He did not respond but you hear huffling sounds which means that he is running. a minute after, you heard a loud thud outside.

“y/n, open the door”. you opened it slightly and you saw Daniel smiling at you and two policemen arresting the suspicious man. you embraced Daniel tightly and you felt his hands holding you.

“thank god you came”

both of you went to the police station to file a case against the man. the policemen offered a therapy for any cases of trauma but you told them, it’s fine.

you and Daniel went out of the station. “thank you for coming, Daniel”, you told him, shyly. you can’t believe you will ever need your rival’s help. “it’s nothing”, he replied with a reassuring smile. 

you did not realize that you’re holding his hand the entire time (from the cafe to the police station lol) , you let go and apologized. you quickly asked a question to change the awkward atmosphere

“uhh.. so what should i do to repay you?”

“how about...”, then he held your hand tightly, “walking home while holding hands?” you looked at him with wide eyes and your face was painted with red. you also noticed daniel’s cheeks getting red and he’s giggling. “i can’t believe i just said that.”

while walking, you both talked about various things. it’s the first time you talked to Daniel so casually. when you were in front of your house, you let go of his hand but he did not. 

“it’s your day off tomorrow, right? how about let’s go somewhere after school?”

“umm, okay”, you replied with a smile.

“like a DATE”, he said the last word louder than the rest

for the second time, you looked at him with wide eyes. he smiled at you and you felt his hand tightly holding yours, seemingly asking if it’s okay.

“like a date”, you said quietly but enough for him to hear

you can’t help but smile with the sudden turn of events. 

#wanna one #wanna one scenario #wanna one scenarios #wanna one daniel #wanna one fluff #kang daniel #kang daniel scenario #produce 101 #produce 101 scenario #kang daniel fluff #enemies to lovers

[soldierstark]

Undercover Crush | LOKI LAUFEYSON X READER

Description: When the reader is asked to go undercover for a mission by the Avengers, Nick Fury, and Nova Corps, she obviously accepts. What she has to do, however, doesn't sit well with Loki who's confused about his newfound feelings for this mortal girl.

Author's Note: This was hella fun to write ya'll and if you want a part 2 tell me cause I'll totally write one. Let me know what you think and if you want to, vote in the survey for my 1k follower celebration.

Word Count: 2007

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“Did Tony tell you anything before he sent you to get me?” I asked Pepper as we sped walked through the intricate network of hallways in the Avengers Tower. “I mean am I in trouble or something?”

Pepper merely shrugged her shoulders and gave me an apologetic smile. “No, sorry (Nickname). I’m just the messenger here.”

I let out a sigh and ran a hand through my (Y/H/C) hair, chewing my bottom lip nervously. I tried to keep my focus on the steady click of Peppers heels on the tile floor instead of wracking my brain for everything I’ve ever done wrong.

I knew that Tony along with the rest of the Avengers were having a meeting with Nick Fury and a delegate sent from Nova Corps. So imagine my surprise when Pepper barged into the lab and told me that Tony requested to see me.

My heart rate sped up as we turned down the familiar hallway that lead to the conference room. Windows lined the hall and despite all the sunlight illuminating the modern architecture, I felt as if I were walking to my death.

Pepper and I stopped in front of the conference room door, me taking a deep breathe in an attempt to gather my thoughts.

I put my hand on the doorknob hesitantly and looked over at Pepper. “If I die, tell Loki I put him in charge of my cat,” I said before turning the doorknob and pushing the door open.

All I heard from her before I shut the door behind me was a sharp laugh and the sound of fading footsteps. I cleared my throat and walked deeper into the room, closer to the conference table that all the high ranking officials sat at.

“You requested my presence,” I stated, directing my words at Tony.

He clapped his hands together and smiled brightly. “Yes I did,” Tony replied standing up out of his chair. He looked over at Nick Fury and another man I didn’t recognize, probably the Nova Corps delegate. “What did I say? Uncanny right?” he continued, looking me up and down calculatingly.

Fury nodded his head in agreement looking rather pleased. Why? I have no clue. “I’ll admit it Stark, you’re absolutely correct,” he responded looking me in the eye for a split second. “She’s perfect.”

I raised an eyebrow and most definitely had a very confused expression on my face as everyone else in the room chimed in with agreement. “Could someone please explain what’s going on?” I asked, tilting my head to the side slightly and scrunching my eyebrows together.

“Ah yes,” Bruce replied raising his hand slightly, signaling that he’d explain. “So there’s been words being thrown around the block about this guy… what’s his name…” he trailed off, looking down at the file in front of him, flipping through the pages.

“His name isn’t important,” the Nova Corps delegate piped up, continuing the story. “All you need to know is that he’s been negotiating contracts with various enemies of ours in an attempt to steal the orange infinity stone.”

“The Chitauri Scepter?” I asked in disbelief. “Why?” It was quiet for a moment, everyone looking around at each other for an answer.

“Well, the things is, we don’t know why yet,” Tony replied slowly. “Maybe it’s his favorite color or something. I mean he’s probably just another power hungry crazy person like your boy Loki.”

I scoffed indignantly as the rest of the Avengers began to snicker at my expense. “Loki isn’t my ‘boy’,” I retorted using air quotations for last word, a steady stream of pink color rising to my cheeks.

“Right,” Natasha drawled out, nodding her head in agreement sarcastically. “But we need to get back to the point.”

I snorted loudly and crossed my arms over my chest. “Which is?”

“We’re having a hard time keeping tabs on him because we can’t seem to get a permanent tracker on him.  We don’t want to arrest him because his allies might go into hiding, never to be found again. Once we’re able to have unlimited updates on his whereabouts, we can dig deeper into the investigation. But until then, all of our resources are going towards extra security and the constant investigation of his movement,” Fury said with his normal stoic expression.

I pursed my lips and pushed a stray stand of hair behind my ear, taking another look around the room. “This is uh… great… and all, but I’m still failing to see how all of this involves me,” I admitted, shifting around on the balls of my feet. “I mean, this all seems pretty high profile and I’m… well… not high profile. I’m just a chemist who happens to work for Stark Industries.”

Tony let out a slight chuckle and looked down at his hands for a moment before looking back up at me. “(Y/N) don’t take this the wrong way, but we chose you to do this purely because of your appearance.”

“Okay now I’m even more confused…” I trailed off shaking my head.

Banner cleared his throat and leaned forward. “Since all the trackers we’ve tried using before have either been removed or stopped feeding us information, we’ve decided to try again using a permanent tracker that needs to be implanted onto a mucous membrane.”

“And through our extensive research on this man, it’s become inherently clear that he has a very specific type when it comes to women,” Fury added, tapping his fingers against the conference table.

“The thing about his type is that… well to put it bluntly, they all look very similar to you (Y/N). They all have your (Y/H/C) hair, (Y/E/C) eyes, body type, and facial structure,” Natasha explained, wringing her hands together.

That’s when it hit me. That’s when I realized exactly what they were asking me to do. I began shaking my head in disbelief. “You have got to be kidding me,” I grumbled with wide eyes. “You want me to seduce a man who’s wanted by S.H.E.I.L.D and Nova Corps, the literal intergalactic police?”

“Well you don’t need to seduce him necessarily,” Natasha started.  “All you really need to do is kiss him long enough, and you know… deep enough, to make sure the tracker is implanted well into the inside of mouth.”

I chewed my bottom lip in thought as I contemplated my options. For one, I really didn’t want to make out with a stranger, or more specifically, anyone who wasn’t Loki. But that didn’t matter because things between us didn’t seem to be going anywhere anyways. No harm no foul.

Secondly, though the whole situation is kind of gross, when the Avengers, Nick Fury, and Nova Corps ask you personally to do something, you do it. Especially if it means securing the safety of the galaxy.  

With a long drawn out sigh, I nodded my head in agreement with a slight smile. “Fine… I’ll do it. When do I start?”

The conference room erupted into cheers as everyone expressed their gratitude for my service. Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, digging through it before pulling out a VISA card. “Here, take this,” he said throwing it in my direction.

I caught it with ease and looked it over confused. “What do you want me to do with this?” I asked, feeling overwhelmed. The credit limit on the card I was holding was no doubt crazy high.

“Go buy yourself some clothes to go clubbing in tomorrow. That’s where your assignment will be. It’s on me,” he responded, pocketing his wallet.

I ignored the voice in the back of my head telling me that what I was doing was borderline prostitution and left the conference room with Tony Stark’s credit card. There was a certain god of mischief that I felt like speaking too.

    Loki’s mood immediately improved when he saw (Y/N) enter the room. She looked around for a moment and sighed in relief when her gaze fell upon the Asgardian Prince who was sitting on the couch reading a book. As per usual.

“Good, you’re alive,” he teased her, closing his book. “I was beginning to worry about how I’d be able to take care of your cat.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully and began walking in his direction. She sat down on the couch next to him and leaned backwards with a sigh. “I just agreed to do something that I’m not sure I’ll be able to do,” she mumbled, picking at her nails.

“I’m assuming this has something to do with why my brother and his posy wanted to speak with you. Or so I heard from Pepper,” Loki replied looking down fondly at the girl beside him.

He admired her sparkling (Y/E/C) eyes that complimented her (Y/H/C) hair in the best way. Her full lips were colored pink, probably because she was biting them again.

She nodded her head and tilted it upwards to look him in the eye. “They want me to make-out with a criminal who’s trying to steal the Chitauri Scepter.”

An odd feeling overtook Loki as he processed what (Y/N) was saying. From his time spent on Earth he’s come to learn that ‘make out’ means to kiss. Like, actually kiss, not just a quick peck on the lips.

Loki couldn’t explain why the idea of her kissing someone didn’t sit well with him. His stomach felt empty as if it had simply dropped out from under him. It was completely foreign to him.

The only possible explanation he could come up with was that he didn’t want (Y/N) kissing a criminal. Though that ideology would prove to be hypocritical because Loki himself was a criminal, and the only thing he wanted to do at that moment was kiss her.

But he wouldn’t dare admit that to anyone, even himself.

Loki cleared his throat and shook himself out of his reverie. “Why the Chitauri Scepter of all things?” he asked trying to change the topic slightly.

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders and gazed out of the nearby window and into the New York Skyline. “Stark thinks orange might be his favorite color.”

He couldn’t help but let out a deep chuckle at that speculation. “Oh really? And all of this involves you how?”

She merely stared at his face for a moment before looking away. “They want me to put some fancy tracking device on him and to do so I either need to kiss him or shove a finger up his nose which might get me killed so…”

Loki nodded his head in response. “Good choice,” he responded simply, that weird sensation in his stomach flaring up again. “But why you? No offense….”

“Apparently I look very similar to every girl he’s ever had relationships with. They think it’ll be easier for me to seduce him because of that,” (Y/N) explained further, sitting straight up. “And speaking of seducing, I have some shopping to do,” she said standing up off of the couch.

(Y/N) turned around and put a hand on the back of Loki’s neck, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead. “Bye Loki,” she bid farewell with a smile before turning on her heels to leave.

“Bye (Y/N),” Loki responded, his eyes following her retreating figure until it was out of sight.

When she had finally left the room, Loki leaned back into the couch and rubbed his face with a groan. He couldn’t be developing feeling for (Y/N). Could he? She was a mortal after all while he was the somewhat Prince of a galactic empire.

They were literally from 2 different worlds which only meant things between them would end in flames and heartbreak. Much like that of his brother’s relationship with that girl Jane.

Despite all this however, Loki couldn’t help but hope that things would be different between them. Because if anything, Loki was persistent and now that he set his sights on (Y/N), he wouldn’t rest until he successfully managed to seduce her.

Whatever that meant….

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki odinson #loki fanfic #loki odinson x reader #loki (marvel) #loki #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #marvel #thor #thor ragnarok #off #fanfiction #the avengers

[herestoallthedreamers-blog1]

I’ll Be There

WARNINGS: Graphic content, violence, crime, physical abuse

SUMMARY: During Dan’s liveshow, a robber breaks in and threatens to assault  Dan. Watching this take place live, the viewers desperately try to get a hold of Phil, who’s out grocery shopping.

*I recognize DNP are real people and I don't wish them harm, I just thought this would make an interesting story. Don't mean to offend or trigger anyone*

In the frame of a thousands screens, viewers are given a slither of Dan's life. The left side of a bed, the edge of a piano, the top slither of a desk. He grins up at the camera, his smile blinding against the grainy darkness of his room.

"Top Dan Memes of 2017?" Dan reads off the chat, snickering through his words. "That's-That'll be a-uh-a thing! I'm sure I've given you all a lot of meme worthy behavior!"

He laughs again, covering his lips with limp fingers, before sitting up, winding up for a rant. "It's funny cuz-I think the Dan Meme videos are great and I love acknowledging all the work and creativity you all bring to the channel and I appreciate your sense of humor-but someone commented that the Top Dan Memes of 2016 was the video they showed their friends who didn't know who we were. That's not what I want people's first impressions to be! I mean it's a fun video but it is literally the accumulation of all my shame and mistakes throughout the year!"

His eyes drop to the chat as he reads, "It lets people know the real you-Really?" he asks the camera sarcastically, squinting his eyes. "Is dabbing and vaping the real me? Is that-" his voice vibrates with laughter. "Is that the image I've created? 2018 rebrand on the horizon-No, no. Let's leave those mistakes where they belong, far in the past and in a dark corner of the internet…Where's Phil?-Phil is out grocery shopping cuz our fridge is currently made up of ketchup and yoghurt so-"

The sound of a door opening comes from down the hall. Dan pauses and looks over his shoulder, consciously smothering a subconscious smile. "Speak of the devil, back already, Phil?"

He's met with vague rustling in the kitchen and deep footsteps. Is Phil wearing boots? Phil never wears boots, especially not ones that could be heard from two rooms over.

Another noise accompanies the footsteps, the shattering of something glass.

Phil wouldn't be wearing boots, Phil would've called out if he broke something. Dan calls again for his friend, his voice dipping with doubt. "Phil?" Dan frowns as the footsteps grow louder and stands, leaving the livestream behind. Phil would've responded. "Hello?"

In Dan's room, it's silent. Around the world, fingers type frantically, computer's are asked questions that can't be heard. Dan stands near the doorway, listening, hesitating, not knowing which came first, the paranoid thoughts or his racing heart. He takes a ginger step forward, lifting a hand to open the door. It's probably just—

There's a crack of thunder as a figure rams through, the door missing Dan by an inch. Dan stumbles backwards, failing an arm out to catch himself on the bed.

In stalks a man as tall as Dan with a chest twice as wide, a arm extending outwards, a gun at its end. A knitted mask covers his face. His shadow falls over Dan, who slowly attempts to gain back his footing and raises a trembling hand, opening his mouth to speak. The man delivers a blow with the butt of his gun to Dan's left shoulder, crippling him back to the floor.

Dan writhes there a moment, whimpering, before settling onto his knees and putting his hands behind his head.

The computer screen flickers into the room, the chat erupting in panic, and Dan is reminded that his subscribers are watching. Part of him aches with dismay. They shouldn't be seeing this. Another part of him, a stronger part, is eager in their gaze, begging for their help. Dan's head turns slightly, a brown eye sliding the viewers' way. His eyes cry out to them.

"Whatcha you looking at, huh?" The man asks. There's an eerie jingle of casualness to his tone, like he's done this before, like he's enjoying it, like he'd grin in the face of danger, giggle in the face of pain.

The hard metal of the gun presses into Dan's temple, sending a wave of heat down his legs. "Nothing!" he barks, his voice sharp and protective, feeling as if his subscribers were in the room with him, as if eavesdropping in his closet, no more safe than he is. The chat slows as viewers lift their hands from their keyboards. When the man swivels his head towards the camera, they too feel that they are there. The chat slows as fingers leave keyboards, as tabs close, as viewers cry for their parents or reach for the phone to call the police.

"Yo, is that a fucking camera? Is this being recorded?"

"I-I was recording a video for my channel-my youtube channel."

Keeping the gun aimed at Dan, the man leans towards the computer, a white knitted mask consuming the frame. Through small cut holes, dead eyes dart about. Collectively the remaining viewers lean back, as if his eyes were searching for them and there would be no stopping his hand from reaching through their screens and grabbing their throats. The eyes drop to where Dan's usually fall, to the chat. He steps back, grabs Dan by the back of his shirt, and drags him up to the desk. Dan's knee bangs into the chair, his elbow into the drawer. His cry of pain gets caught in his throat, stunted by shock and replaced by a grunt of discomfort as the man shoves Dan's head parallel against the desk. His leather-bound fingers drape across half of Dan's face. When the man speaks, his words are serrated with aggression yet steady. "So tell me," the man whispers close to Dan's ear. "Is this live?" The man presses down and the loose skin of Dan's cheek slips over his eye.

"Yeah," Dan says through the man's fingers. Drool drips onto the desk. "It's live."

"Do they know where we are?" The man waves the gun lazily in the screen's direction.

"I don't know."

"Don't know? You don't know whether or not these people know where you live? How could you not know something like that, huh? Not sure if I believe that. No, I definitely don't believe that. So I'm gonna ask you again. Do they know where you live? Do they know the address? And things won't turn out well for you either way, so no point in lying."

"No, they wouldn't know." Dan's eyes slide up to the chat again. He's never seen it like this, without a constant stream of messages. There's only two now. In the whole of his career, he's never felt more watched.

The man reads one aloud. "I've called the police. Well, MiaHowls," he says, looking directly into the camera. "If you don't know where we are, then that doesn't do much good now, does it? Says a lot of people are watching. Wow," the man coos, squatting down so his head is level with Dan's. "You must be a famous fucker. How come I've never heard of you?"

Dan responds by closing his eyes, feeling the heat of the man's breath on his brow.

"Well, what a thrill for you all," the man says to the camera. The man turns Dan's head so that he breaths a shaky and wet breath into the wood of the desk. "Seeing your celebrity idol humiliated, live!"

Not longer silenced by shock, Dan lets out a muffled scream.

The sound of a door opening comes from down the hall followed by a single pair of footsteps. The man straightens as he looks over his shoulder to the doorway, loosing his grip. Dan opens his eyes wide, not sure how to feel about his best friend returning home. Thankful for the interruption? Horrified for his friend? His brain flicks between them so fast he ends up feeling nothing.

"Dan?" There casualness to Phil's tone, but its thin. He sounds scared. Could he know something is wrong? Did he see the liveshow? Did a viewer get a hold of him?

"Who's that?" the man asks calmly.

"My flatmate."

"Oh, well, don't be rude. Say hi."

"Hi!" The one syllable breaks in two.

"Tell him you're in your room. Go on."

No. Phil should run. Phil should be safe. But the gun finds Dan's forehead and he barks, "I'm in here!"

"Don't you move, now," the man whispers as he stands. He pauses halfway between the desk and the doorway, waiting, his gun by his side. Dan watches too, waiting to see the person who least deserving of this horror walk in. Please, don't, he begs. Please, no. The doorway becomes a vacuum, taking away his breath. His lungs ache, he hears his heart throb. Seconds go by. He's reminded of the times he would reassure himself, whether subconsciously or not, that these things wouldn't happen to him, not to him, not to Phil, that they were safe in the flat, he would be okay if he was with Phil and Phil would be okay if he was with him. When he met Phil, Dan finally felt safe and thought that feeling would last. How stupid he's been, he realizes, as he stares into the doorway, waiting for the live they built to fall apart.

He stares into the doorway.

Not Phil but two policeman emerge from the navy blue shadow of the hallway. "POLICE GET DOWN! GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!"

In the gaze of two new guns, the man slowly lowers to his knees, placing the gun out in front of him. As the police begin to restrain him, Dan collapses to his knees as well, his breath returning in lavish sips.

Phil ducks into the room and swerves around the arrest. His eyes don't drop down to the police or the man, instead they stay locked ahead. They stay locked on Dan.

Dan doesn't fully stand, but merely lifts onto the balls of his feet and throws his weight into Phil's arms.

"Oh my god," Phil whispers into Dan's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Dan melts into Phil, relishing in his warmth, drowning in an overwhelming sense of relief and bitter-sweet happiness. "Yeah, I'm okay."

When they pull apart, Dan blinks, refocusing his blurred vision, and croaks, "T-the liveshow."

Phil, despite not understanding, follows Dan's gesture to the screen. "What?" When his looks upon the screen, it's not long before Phil's mouth drops open and his eyes flicker with dread. He puts his hand over the camera. Seconds later, thousands of screens go black.

To be continued…

#phan #phandom #phanfiction #danandphil #tw: abuse #tw: violence #tw: robbery #reality #friendstolovers